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I love love love your ao’nung x reader x neyteyan stiry so I was wondering if for part four you could make the reader come into a situation that makes them insecure? I was thinking a nightmare about the boys leaving reader for someone else, and it scares them and makes them upset and scared, with ao’nung obviously assuming someone said something to reader to put those thoughts in their head, while neteyam is caring but also angry thinking someone out those thoughts in readers head as well

She’s Not Feeling The Best

neteyam x reader x ao’nung

content warnings: angst, reader is insulted by clan members behind their back, happy ending

a/n: i didn’t actually describe the nightmare she has bc the words were not wording so please use your imagination i’m sorry 😭 also i got another request for another part to this series and i didn’t realize it would be so FUCKING difficult to come up with similar titles for these so if they suck i’m sorry i’m doing my best

your eyes flutter as you take calming breaths. you nearly doze off before your head leans a little too much to the side and you jerk back into place.

your sudden movement startles ronal, “my child, that is the third time you have almost drifted to sleep today.”

you were currently training with ronal, meditating, attempting to connect with eywa. you couldn’t come up with an excuse even if you wanted to, “i am sorry.”

she gives you a soft look, “what is the matter? are you not sleeping?”

you know you can’t lie to her, she would know in an instant. “i have been having nightmares.” her eyes widen slightly, moving to sit next to you. she wraps an arm around your shoulders, petting your hair, silently encouraging you to continue. “there has always been talk among the village about how i am not fit to be ao’nung’s mate. but now there is also talk that i am not fit to be neteyam’s. it has made me doubtful of my worthiness.”

she slightly clenches her jaw. if you weren’t fit to be ao’nungs mate, why would his mother and father, the tsahìk and olo’eyktan of the clan, have not only approved of but encouraged your relationship? and why would neteyam’s mother and father do the same? she fights the urge to badger you for the names of the people who said this. opting to comfort you instead, “my dear,” she cups your face in her hands, “if you were not fit for my son i would not have begun training you to take my place. if you were not fit for neteyam his parents would not have accepted you so quickly. you are exactly what the two of them need.”

you relax a little at her words. she has always been a maternal figure to you, hearing this from her was soothing. “thank you for saying that.”

she gives you a kiss on your forehead, “you need to speak with them about this. it is not healthy to bottle it up. we should be wrapping up about now anyway. you are dismissed.” she gently pushes you toward your marui, you shoot her a big smile over your shoulder.

on your walk back, you heard it once more. none of them can see you, but the fact that they believe you won’t hear their words doesn’t make them hurt any less.

from the elders weaving fishing nets and baskets in a marui along your path.

“i just do not understand why she was chosen to be the tsahìk. she does not have a confrontational bone in her body.”

“i agree. she is nothing like ronal. why she chose her to be her successor will forever be beyond me.”

from the teenagers swimming in the water

“i would have been a much better mate for them. i am an incredible hunter and diver!”

“you are way too young for them!”

“whatever. even then, my skills make me better fit to be their mate than her.”

from the men and women resting on the beach after fishing.

“she just, how do i put this, she has only ever focused on healing and connecting with the great mother. both of which are important for the tsahìk, but ronal is also a fierce warrior. i do not think y/n has that kind of fire in her bones.”

“yes. her mates also seem the kind to like someone with more..confidence? i am not sure if that is the right word.”

“i know what you mean. someone with some push-back. i never expected ao’nung to settle for someone as docile as her.”

at first, you knew they were just speaking their opinions, and that their opinions won’t change how your mates feel about you. but eventually they started to take a toll on you. maybe they would like someone more confident. someone more confrontational. someone who had a wider array of skills. then the nightmares began. you didn’t want to tell them, too fearful of the words of the people being the truth. too fearful that they would leave you once they saw you the way others did.

the overheard words weigh heavy on your chest by the time you arrive home. greeted by the sight of your mates sitting on the floor playing a human game neteyam’s father had taught him.

“rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

ao’nungs flat hand covered neteyam’s fist, shouting happily at his victory. the later man pressed his ears flat to his head, “lucky guess.”

ao’nung pecked his nose, “it is not luck when it happens eleven times in a row my love. i think you are just bad at this.”

you smiled at the exchange. neteyam noticed your appearance first. pouty expression changing to glee, “hello my love, how was your day?” he opens his arms for you to sit on his lap.

climbing into the vacant space, you reply, “tiring.”

“what is wrong?” ao’nung asks.

“i have just had a long day.”

his eyes harden, “no. there is something wrong. what is it?” curse him for inheriting his mothers intuition. neteyam looks at you, concerned.

you sigh, “can we talk about it tomorrow please? i just want to relax tonight.”

both of your lovers soften their expressions. ao’nung replying for the both of them, “yes we can.”

the three of you spend the night enjoying eachothers company. only leaving your pod to attend dinner. you can feel the glances and glares of others slicing into your skin, but you attempt to pretend you can’t. upon returning to your marui, you prepare for bed. unfurling the the door and tucking into bed. snuggling into each others arms.

it’s well past eclipse. you lay wide awake while your lovers sleep peacefully, cuddled into your sides. you try to fight the allure of sleep. it’s becoming harder and harder to keep your eyelids open. against your will, you drift into slumbers sweet embrace.

you awake with a gasp, quickly rising into a siting position. another nightmare violently jolting you from the peace of sleep. almost simultaneously, the boys are pulled from their slumber as well. though, it could have had something to do with the fact that you yanked yourself out of their arms. neteyam is the first to come to, swiftly sitting up to check on you while ao’nung blinks his own sleep away. you’re still panting when neteyam cups your cheeks, turning your head towards him.

“my love what is wrong?” he takes in your face as his eyes adjust to the darkness, “why are you crying?”

crying? you lift a hand to your face to touch your cheeks, it’s only then that you notice the tears dripping down your face. you open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out.

ao’nung moves to sit next to neteyam, then pulls you into his lap. “breathe like you are about to dive little one. deep breath in through your nose, out through your mouth.” you do as instructed. after breathing for a few minutes, you’re finally calmed down. neteyam gently scratches your back while ao’nung holds you to his chest.

the men lock eyes, having a silent conversation. then neteyam speaks, “what is wrong my love?” he has more questions than that, but doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

your voice is small, barley audible when you reply, “i had a nightmare.”

he nods, asking another question, “what was it about?” he can see and feel you tense up, locking eyes with ao’nung once more.

neteyam speaks again, “it is okay, we will come back to that. when you are ready.” he waits until you relax to ask a different question, “is this why you were upset earlier? has this been happening often?”

you nod.

“how long have you been having nightmares for?” the hardness of ao’nungs voice startles you slightly, being a sharp contrast to the gentle tone neteyam had been using. neteyam shoots him a glare. the metkayinian man softens his voice before he speaks again, “i am sorry, i did not mean to startle you. but please answer my question.”

you take a deep breath in, “about a week.” ao’nung clenches his teeth to keep from speaking, afraid his words will carry a bite he doesn’t want you to feel. but your confession made an ugly feeling stir through his body, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. a week? and you’ve said nothing?

neteyam’s reply comes as if he can read ao’nungs thoughts, “why have you not said anything?” he feels guilty. he’s been sleeping peacefully while you’ve been having nightmares for an entire week?

“it is because of what they are about. i did not want to talk about it.”

“do you want to talk about it now?” you lock eyes with your omatikayan mate, though he looks calm, you can see the distress in his eyes and the furrow of his brow. you move to rest your head on ao’nungs shoulder, gripping neteyam’s hand with both of yours and playing with his long fingers.

“my dreams have been overtaken by my fear of you leaving me for someone more fit to be the tsahìk, to be your mate.” ao’nungs grip tightens considerably. the man literally having to bite his tongue to keep himself from spewing venomous words. though they would never be meant for you, he knows his anger will overflow. even though he knows you’re well aware that his harsh tone is never because of you, he doesn’t want to risk it.

neteyam takes a deep breath to calm himself, still speaking to you gently, though now his voice is slightly strained and a tense aura radiating from his form. “why do you think we would ever leave you?”

you hesitate, but ultimately decide to be honest, “there has been talk among the people-“

“bah!”

“ao’nung! let her finish.”

you take another breath, “they say that someone more fierce, confrontational, and widely skilled would be better suited to be your mate. they say i am too docile.”

neteyam takes your face into his hands. bringing your eyes to his, “y/n. there is not a single other person on this planet i feel is more worthy of your position. not only as the future tsahìk, but also as our mate. you are kind, benevolent, and considerate. you make people feel at peace simply by existing near them. you went out of your way to make my family feel welcome, even when others,” he shoots a teasing took to ao’nung, “did not. you took time that you could have used to rest from your long days of training to help us learn your way of life. then on top of that spent your free days with me. every day i thank eywa that you appeared in my life. if it were not for you, i would not be nearly as happy here as i am. i love you with every fiber of my being, y/n. it breaks my heart that you have been made to think otherwise.”

you don’t notice you began to cry again until neteyam wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, kissing the tracks they left behind.

“you are not my mother y/n.” you turn to ao’nung, a slight pang hits your heart at his words, “but that is why she chose you. not only to be her successor, but also to be my mate. she chose you because you reminded her of my father. he may be tough, but he too was considered docile. that is why my mother made such a good match for him, they balanced each other out. the same way you bring balance to our relationship. as much as i adore her, i could not imagine being mated to someone as stubborn or strict as my mother is. the clan needs a leader with compassion. with a caring and open heart. they need you. we need you. please do not let the words of few drown out the words of many, especially not the words of those who love you.”

you choke out a sob, burying your face in his neck. he coos at you, opening one of his arms for neteyam to join your hug.

“i am sorry.”

“do not be sorry.”

eventually, the three of you laid back down. you were tightly sandwiched between the two walls of muscle, who continued to whisper words of affirmation until you fell into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in weeks.

the next day, ao’nung slips out of bed, careful not to rouse you and neteyam from your slumber. hurrying across the springy floors connecting the maruis so he can return before the two of you wake up. he steps into the familiar marui, eyes locked on the woman he was hunting for. striding into the room, he sits on the floor across from her.

“i need you to help me find some people.”

ronal pays him no mind as she continues sorting herbs, “i have already started a list.”

Gehennas Girl

Synopsis: Rin takes Shiros’ death harder than Yukio and turns to his blood father, becoming a prince of Gehenna. Conflict arises when not everyone accepts him. Rebellions break out and Satan sends Rin to meet you, one of his loyal demon lords. Highly regarded for doling out punishment for anyone who betrays Gehenna. Your loyalty to the crown will help Rin no matter what but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun with the prince to test if he really is worthy of the crown.

FINALLY the time has come to unleash this piece. I’ve been so caught up and wanting it to be perfect that I haven’t thought about how fun the writing is. So I’ll write it just to have fun and I hope you’ll all enjoy it. Id like to have the first chapter finished this week and I’ve got a good bit of it finished but I just need to finish a few things and some more research. Anywho I present Gehennas Girl

Months had gone by since Shiros’ death but Rin couldn't shake it. All his life he had been discriminated against and hated even, for reasons he knew not. Until his blood father Satan possessed Shiro, leaving the man no choice but to sacrifice himself to save his sons. Rin couldn't understand why Shiro didn't just leave the boys for dead, at least he'd be alive right now. They weren't his kids so why'd he care so much. He feels it's his fault for even being born. The one person in life that had given him hope to live each day to the fullest had been stolen from him all because he decided to open his arms and home to them and look where that got him. It would just be better if he left this world and returned to his would-be home. There he would be free to be himself, tail, fangs, and flames alike. Rin says his good-byes to his slumbering brother and makes his way to the beginning of his new start. Walking beneath the night sky the air is cool and brisk. He finds himself in a dark alleyway, not knowing how to open the Gehenna gate he just wings it. “Blood, I need lots of blood right?”, he whispers to himself. Rin takes out the Kurikara and slices his arm, thick crimson liquid pours from the gash, he begins calling to his father. “Please I am tired of living like this, I just want to be free. Please father let me come home.” Rin takes a deep breath then he releases it, activating his flames. After a few long seconds the pavement beneath him begins to bubble, grotesque moving eyes appear atop a deep bronze gate. He begins to slowly sink into the sludge Within the affected area, alas his life would be changed forever. 

The darkness had swallowed him whole, he didn't know where he was or what was going to happen to him. When he emerges from the void of the gate he is met with the eyes of many. The gate spits him out and he's sitting on the floor of hells’ palace. Before him stands a large white wolf with eyes as yellow as the suns’ rays . Rin stands to his feet, he finally gets to meet his father face to face, not really sure of what to say, the young boy bows in respect. He slowly raises his head, once again meeting the eyes of his father. The wolf begins speaking telepathically, “My son you've finally come home, I won't pry but i'm glad you’ve come.” Rin just nods and scratches the back of his neck. Satan turns to his followers announcing the return of his son, a new prince of Gehenna. Most cheer and celebrate wildly, while others stand rigid,  snarling at the boy. Rin realizes this isn't gonna be easy, he'll try anyway.   

It's been two months in Gehenna and it has been an adjustment to say the least. Time moves a lot quicker here. Each month in Gehenna is a year in Assiah year, but that only applies to the high ranking demons and since Rin has the blood of Satan coursing through his veins his body has grown tremendously. He doesn't feel older or wiser but he's felt a change in his aura. He's been training with Amaimon and occasionally Mephisto comes to teach him about hells’ politics or lack thereof and what it takes to be a prince of Gehenna. For the most part he gets along with everyone, but a quarter of the Council of Gehenna isn't too pleased with the boys’ arrival. They believe he is unfit to call himself a Prince of Gehenna and refuse to get to know him.  What will it take to prove himself he wonders. 

A week later chaos erupted outside the palace, so the true fight had begun. The mob screams at the guards , trying to push through the gate. Rin sees the commotion from outside. His father gathers a few strong warriors and summons Amiamon , “Rin go to Helka, there you will find a small kingdom whose ruler has been loyal to this crown for ages. She will help you devise a plan to snuff out the rebels. This is your first duty as a Prince of Gehenna, show these mongrels your place is here.” Of course Satan could make quick work of the rebels but Rin needs to prove he is strong enough on his own. Rin begins to protest, “But why can't I just talk to the guys who hate me, I'm sure if they get to know me they'll learn I'm an okay guy.” The wolf snarls loudly, slamming his paws on the floor with a heavy thud. “THIS IS NOT ASSIAH, you cannot discipline demons with human means. This is the only way they'll respect you.” Rin sighs deeply, maybe this is more than he bargained for, is he really up for this challenge? Is this really any different than before he left? Instead of being discriminated against for being Satan's son he’s being discriminated for not being enough of Satan's son. Could he really achieve what he set out to? He pondered only for a moment as his father spoke out. “Go NOW boy!!, you are in good hands, The Queen of Niflheim will help you.” Rin obeys, following behind the demon warriors and Amiamon follows closely behind. The group makes their way to the entrance gate. The young prince knows things are about to get hairy, Amiamon looks at him “Remember what we practiced, control your flames and you'll be fine, the green haired demon smiles at him baring his fangs wildly. The gate swings open and the fight is on. Demons of all shapes and sizes come rushing at the group, but one by one they are picked off. Rin is able to hold his own until one of the high ranking demons approaches him. His adams apple bobs in his throat and he grips Kurikara tight in his hands, Rin makes the first move and lunges forward trying to over power the demon, but the high ranking demon has the upper hand. The demon dodges Rins attack and smacks him down with strong force. Rin is stunned and stumbles back trying to collect himself, he steels his nerves and allows his flames to flow. Rin had been afraid to hurt someone when he used his flames before but now all his worries are burned away. Rin takes a stance and grips his sword and with one mighty slash he slices the  demon in two. 

Proud of himself, though unfortunately he didn’t have time to celebrate because he had a journey to get to. Even though he manages to smite one highly ranking demon there are many more that will come for him and will be much more powerful. Just as he takes a step to join up with Amaimon, he begins to feel woozy and light headed. It seems his body wasn’t used to such new found power. He blacks out and falls to the ground. Just before he’s out cold he can hear Amaimon screaming at the warriors to get a carriage through. 

Rin wakes to the sound of harsh winds nipping at his ears. Confused by the change in temperature as well he jolts forward and assesses his surroundings. Amiamon sits across from him picking his teeth with his claws. He growls at Rin lowly, “ ‘Bout time you woke up jackass.” Rin rolls his eyes, still uncertain of their place, a few demon warriors sit at his sides and of course the demon  that drives the carriage. Rin pulls the curtain back only to be smacked with blinding white, this is nothing for miles except snow. The Queen of Niflheim lives in this frigid wasteland, he almost felt sad for her. Hours go by and Rin finally speaks, “How much longer? I'm getting antsy here”. Amiamon spits “We get there when we get there brat, can it before i delay us further to kick your ass”. Rin sticks his tongue out at the green eyed demon. Just as Amiamon lunges for Rin the ground begins to shake violently. The carriage comes to a screeching halt causing its occupants to  fly about the cabin. They find themselves in a pile of arms and legs, the demons erupt into screams and shouts at one another to get off and dont touch me. Just as they'd untangled  themselves, they'd failed to notice the ground shaking stopped and been replaced by earth shattering thuds. Amaimon laughs and grabs Rin by the scruff of his neck, the carriage door is kicked open and Rins thrown out. He finds himself face down on the icy ground. “Go greet the queens welcoming party would ‘ya kid”. Rin takes a step to get to his feet, when he loses his balance from that roaring thud. The young  prince unsheathes Kurikara and takes a defensive stance. Slowly, cautiously Rin moves away from the carriage. As he turns the corner he sees a pool of blood at the front where the driver ought to be. Unsure of what to expect, Rin moves with haste, only to be gobsmacked with the sight before him. A giant pitch black wolf stands before him  baring its fangs and snarling. For the first time in his life he was truly scared, he could feel the anger radiating from this beast and usually he could talk his way in or out of trouble but considering his sword is drawn and that's seen as an act of aggression he fears he might be done for now.  The wolf charges Rin and he's on him in a flash, the beast's paw is raised and just before it comes down to smite him Amiamon leaps in between the two. The wolf stalls for a moment and growls at the demon. Amiamon bows slightly then raises his head, “ I know buddy its been a while since i came to visit you but father has me babysitting. Amaimon reaches out to the wolf and in turn it bows its head and the demon is rubbing it softly. With one large thud the wolf plops onto the ice and relaxes. Amiamon assaults the beast with tickles and tummy rubs. Rin is bewildering, just moments ago he was about to be mauled by the very beast he is watching loll its tongue out whilst enjoying behind the ear scratches. The green hair demon turns to Rin and sticks his tongue out. Rin scrabbles to his feet, so many emotions are running through his veins, he looks at his half brother with so much hate and anger in his eyes. The demon speaks in a high pitched baby talking tone, “Rin this is Fenrir he's the Queen of Niflheims brother, he's also the guard for the palace.” Rin shouts loudly “Her BROTHER???!!!!, how does that even happen?” the wolf snaps its eyes over to the blue haired demon, “Best not to ask too many questions, or raise your voice like that you sir are not on Fennys good side” Amaimon whispers. The demon warriors exit the carriage and bow to Fenrir, the wolf stands and leads them towards the palace entrance. Fenrir howls and the ground opens up before them. Down they go with Rin at the back of the line feeling defeated in his efforts to get stronger and to understand Gehenna and its inner workings.   Tired of being weak Rin vows to become stronger for no one but himself. By any means necessary.  

🏷️: @nneedynymph

This was tooooo good !!

neteyam + lo’ak + aonung x na’vi!fem reader

✑ three of em’ are age up, pure smut. MINORS DNI! Reblogs are okay.

✑ both of you or just you are about to cum when they noticed someone is coming so they tried to play it cool and warn you while on it

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❈ Neteyam

The both of you stayed back at the hut, Neteyam fake his illness so he can just have a moment with you. This weeks were horrible for him since he can’t even have a one moment with you without his father dragging him to hunting

“Won’t you hug your legs for me, princess?”

He lick his fingers and slid three inside you, you let out whimper as he finger fuck you again. He really live up to his words when he said that he won’t leave you alone not until he makes you cum ten times

“‘Teyem… I want your cock please”

You look at him with daze eyes and he smirk, about to fuck you with his cock again when he heard noises outside the hut

“Hope his feeling better”

It was his mother’s voice, his eyes drop down at you who is begging already. He let out a growl and told you to sat down beside him, grabbing the cover he use it to cover his whole body and the arm he extended to which he buried his fingers inside you

“This is crazy!” You reasoned out, he suddenly move his fingers inside and made you moan

“Make a noise and I will fuck you in broad daylight”

Was his last warning before his mother came in and he faked a cough

“Y/N! So glad you’re here. Is he feeling any better?”

You were about to answer and Neteyam move his fingers inside in scissor motion causing your breath to hitch

“M-More than ever..”

Neteyam bit his lip to prevent himself on laughing as he felt your glare at him. Ah, how he love to tease you.

❈ Lo’ak

Out in the woods, again. That’s how you and Lo’ak spend most of your leisure time and the both of you really take your time in many good ways

Like how he got you pin on a tree and him pumping his load for the third time now in you, you put your arms around his neck. Placing a kiss on his neck before he hoist you up and began to move again

“Any more than this and I will go crazy, love..”

“And that’s how I like it, c’mon let me hear your voice.”

You press your body towards him as he move, you didn’t even bother being alert around you. Fucking with him outside, it makes you want more.

Lo’ak was moaning with you when he noticed some na’vi in patrol are coming towards where you guys were. He couldn’t stop now, not when you feel so good and chanting his name

“Bit on my shoulde, my love. I will go fast”

He didn’t wait for your response and fasten his pace making you shut your mouth and covering it, your eyes watered and your body began to tremble, Lo’ak let out a hiss when you bite into him and his seed spilled inside you

“Lo’ak? What are you doing in here?”

A na’vi ask him and the man just smiled

“Just taking a walk, y’know away from my father’s nagging”

The na’vi only hum as a reply and excuse himself, Lo’ak parted the leaves that is hiding your body. There you laid, naked. Oh Eywa, his cock is hard again.

❈ Aonung

“Shut up or I won’t let you ever cum!”

Aonung threatened as he went rougher and faster. Your eyes watered, tears threatening to fall and his features immediately soften and have you wrap your legs around his waist. He bend down to kiss you and hush you

“Sorry baby, it’s just the more I hear your voice. The more I want to fuck you rough.”

“So you don’t want to hear my voice?”

You ask and Aonung almost cum when he saw your expression. He flip you, your chest press against the wooden floor of their marui pod. You whimpered when he slid his cock and you can hear the sounds when your skins slap to each other

“Aonung? Mother wants you to meet her..”

Aonung curse under his breath as he stuff two fingers inside your mouth, he moved faster and faster until he spilled his cum inside you not even minding the stinging pain when you bit on his finger

“Tell her I’m coming! I just gotta finish something”

He move away from you and plop down on the side but you crawled towards him, your hands wrapping around his shaft, tongue licking his cock clean. He smirk and caress your face

“Yeah… I gotta finish fucking you until you’re just a dumb bitch just for me.”

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BOOM!

The world swam back into focus, a sickening wave of nausea rolling through you.  Your throat rasped, a metallic tang heavy in your mouth. Blinking away blurry spots, the world swayed violently around you. There was a dull throb behind your eyes, and a chilling, empty space where your memories should have been with each sluggish heartbeat.

Fear, raw and primal, gnawed at your insides. Where were you? Everything felt...wrong.

BOOM!

Another thunderclap, followed by a blinding flash of lightning, illuminated the room for a split second. Each crackle of electricity sent a jolt of pain through you, a strange disconnect between the storm outside and the ache in your body.

Disoriented, you tried to sit up, only to find your limbs heavy and unresponsive. Groaning, you forced your eyes back open, expecting the sterile white of a hospital room. But instead, you were met with a riot of bubblegum pink and frilly decorations.

Trying to focus, you pushed yourself off the plush bed, tiny legs unsteady and weak on the plush carpet. Drawn by an instinct you didn't understand, you stumbled towards a small, ornate vanity tucked away in a corner.

BOOM!

Another flash illuminated the room, and for a fleeting moment, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. A face stared back, long, coily red-tinged auburn hair, framed a face unfamiliar and innocent. Light brown skin stretched taut across unfamiliar cheekbones.

However, it was your eyes that truly terrified you.

Golden irises stared back, hypnotic in the flickering light. But it was the crimson rings within them, swirling like miniature storms, that sent a cold dread spiraling down your spine. These eyes, alien and unsettling, were the only familiar thing in this sea of confusion. Where are you? Why did everything feel so wrong?

BOOM!

Tears welled up, blurring the vibrant clash of pink and lightning in the reflection. But even the tears felt alien—a betrayal of a body you didn't recognize. You were adrift in a sea of your own flesh, a puppet with severed strings. No memories, no identity, just a throbbing head, a strange pain in your body, and fear—a cold, suffocating fear that had no name.

Collapsing onto the plush carpet, you reached for the cool vanity for some semblance of comfort. But instead of finding solace, your hand brushed against a soft, frilly nightgown, another alien entity on your unfamiliar skin.

You were lost, a terrified child in a body that felt wrong, with eyes that held a secret you desperately wanted to remember. A frantic voice cut through the cacophony of fear in your head. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

An instinct you didn't understand made you shrink back.

The voice belonged to a woman who rushed to your side, her brow furrowed in worry. Her face, etched with lines of concern, was unfamiliar, yet there was a warmth in her eyes that practically swallowed you whole—you were a star in her desolate sky.

You wanted to ask who she was, who you were, but the moment you tried to form a question, a searing pain lanced through your head. It was easier, for now, to just let the confusion wash over you.

"Come to Mommy~" she reached out, her voice gentle but laced with urgency.

The woman—your apparent mother—sighed, her worry deepening. "Oh, sweetie, you must have been scared with that awful storm. Were you having another bad dream?"

Another dream? The term triggered a flicker of unease.  Dreams?  What dreams?

You clenched your fists, the throbbing in your head intensifying with every attempt to pull a memory from the void.

Nothing.

Frustration welled within you, a surge of anger replacing the fear. "I... I don't remember," you admitted, the words falling flat in the face of your growing anxiety.

Your mother, whoever she was, wrapped her arms around you, a gesture that felt foreign yet strangely comforting.  You didn't know how to react, your body stiff and unyielding in her embrace.

"It's alright, Y/N~" she soothed, her voice tinged with sadness. "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up and ready for breakfast."

The word "Y/N" hung in the air, a name that felt foreign on your tongue—a borrowed coat ill-fitting your shoulders.

As your short and chubby mother, led you away from the unsettling reflection in the mirror, you stole a glance at her. Her burnt orange hair, once vibrant and full of life, was now streaked with silver, a testament to the years that had passed. The curls, once perpetually escaping from any attempt at control, were now pulled back in a loose, lopsided bun, seemed to vibrate with nervous energy.

Her honey-tan skin was dusted with a constellation of dark freckles across the bridge of her nose—boring the etchings of time in the form of wrinkles crinkling around her warm, honey-colored eyes.  Even now, a flicker of worry, a worry that seemed to have become a permanent resident, danced within their depths.

Her name, you vaguely recalled from the panicked jumble in your head, was Mei.

The house itself mirrored Mei—functional, lacking any personal touches.  It spoke of a life lived by routine, devoid of the chaos you once thrived in.  The lack of toys or childish decorations was another jarring note.  Here, in this world of beige walls and muted tones, quirks weren't a topic of conversation, a stark difference from the hero-worshipped society you once manipulated.  Here, it seemed, you were utterly ordinary.

Breakfast was a quiet affair.  Your 'father'—Wino, a stoic man with a perpetual peppered five o'clock shadow—presented a stark contrast.

Tall and lanky, he grunted a greeting before disappearing behind a newspaper. His electric green eyes, usually crinkled at the corners from a lifetime of suppressed smiles, were hidden behind thick wire-rimmed glasses. His hair, once a vibrant auburn, had surrendered to the relentless march of time, turning a stark white that seemed to hold the secrets of countless unspoken words; both he and your mother appeared older than their mid-forties.

As Mei fussed over you, you picked at your food—the unfamiliar taste of fluffy pancakes, a bland echo of the delicacies you once indulged in.

Mei, oblivious to the storm brewing within you, hummed along to a children's show playing on the TV. It depicted brightly colored superheroes battling a giant, fire-breathing lizard. You watched the scene detachedly; it was both whimsical and confusing.

"Welcome back, young heroes-in-training! Today, we're going to learn all about quirks—those amazing abilities that make our world so unique!"

A flurry of images flashed across the screen: a boy with stretchy limbs, a girl who could manipulate fire, a man who could zoom through the air.  Your brow furrowed in concentration.  This was unlike anything you'd ever known.

"Quirks can be anything from super strength to creating illusions!" the cheerful announcer continued, "It's what makes our society so exciting!"

The show droned on, explaining quirk training, hero schools, and the intricate classifications of these bizarre abilities.  You listened intently, a spark of curiosity igniting within you.

What the hell are these "quirks" they kept droning on about?

Suddenly, a booming voice jolted you from your thoughts.

"Mei, change the channel. Not much point in letting her watch that mess. She won't be developing any quirks soon," Wino sighed behind his newspaper, lowering it down with a grimace. "No use in getting her hopes up."

Your mother bit her lip, a flicker of sadness crossing her features. "But she's only five," she began, her voice tinged with defiance, "we don't know if she's actually quirkless, there's always a chance..." Her words trailed off as Wino stood up and left the room without a glance, leaving behind a lingering scent of pipe tobacco in his wake.

You watched him go, your eyes narrowing a bit. Quirkless? The word itself felt foreign, a label you didn't understand but instinctively disliked.

As if on cue, the monotonous ringing of the house phone cut through the tense silence.  Mei gave you a strained smile before hurrying to answer it.  Left alone, you wandered back to the television, the cartoon announcer's overly enthusiastic voice now droning on about the "Quirkless Woes."

"And remember kids," the announcer chirped in a condescending tone, "if you're unfortunate enough to be born without a Quirk, just remember, there are plenty of perfectly ordinary jobs you can take up! Like... janitorial services! Or... grocery bagging!" His patronizing tone made you huff in annoyance; a strange feeling, a mix of anger and confusion, began to nestle in your chest.

Being Quirkless sounded... boring.

Limited.

Unfair.

Suddenly, the cheerful theme song was drowned out by a breaking news alert flashing across the screen. A stern-faced woman with a microphone reported on a villain attack downtown. Live footage showed a hulking man with glowing red eyes causing havoc, his bare fists shattering concrete pillars with ease.

"This is villain Catastrophe causing a rampage in the Musutafu financial district," the newscaster explained. "Heroes are on the scene, but the situation seems critical. We'll continue to bring you updates..."

Your gaze flicked between the cartoon heroes and the real-life devastation; a strange mix of curiosity and... envy? flickered within you.

These people, these heroes, could manipulate reality—defy the laws of physics with the flick of a wrist.

You, on the other hand, were utterly and seemingly ordinary.

The frustration bubbled up again, a familiar feeling you couldn't quite place. Was it the powerlessness? The lack of control? Or perhaps a deeper longing for something more, something you couldn't even articulate?

As the news droned on, Mei switched the TV off, a bright etching itself onto her face. "Come on, sweetie, let's finish your breakfast~" she said gently, "Today's an exciting day, we're learning the alphabet!"

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Later that night, as the rain tapped a gentle rhythm against your window, you lay tucked under the covers, Mei having just left after her nightly goodnight kiss.  Staring out at the slick streets, you tried, in vain, to push past the blank canvas of your memories.

A dull ache throbbed behind your eyes, intensifying with each frustrated attempt.  Your body trembled, a cold sweat slicking your skin. Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through your head, and a gasp escaped your lips.

Involuntarily, your eyes flared open, an unsettling yellow glow emanating from them for a fleeting moment.  A metallic tang filled your mouth, and you reached up to your nose, feeling a warm trickle of blood.

Through the ringing in your ears, a voice, faint and distorted, seemed to whisper a name. "...Ma...ki...ma..." it repeated, the syllables blurring together before fading entirely. Each whisper senting a jolt through you, a flicker of a vision erupting behind your closed eyelids.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The first whisper brought a flash of a pale, porcelain face, a chilling smile stretched impossibly wide across blood-red lips. Then, darkness.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The voice pleaded, a touch more insistent this time; and with it, it ignited a vision of slender, crimson-stained fingers wrapped around a length of barbed wire, a look of perverse pleasure contorting the unfamiliar face. Darkness again.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The vision that followed this plea was a kaleidoscope of horrors—a city in flames, screams swallowed by the roar of an unseen beast, and that same face, eyes blazing with a cold, predatory hunger.

A wave of nausea washed over you, and you squeezed your eyes shut tighter, willing the visions away.

The whispers began to quicken, a desperate urgency seeping into their tone. "Ma...ki...ma...Ma...ki...ma!" Each utterance felt like a physical blow, a sledgehammer pounding against the fortress of your mind. With each beat, the visions intensified, a torrent of violence and depravity flooding your senses.

A cackle, laced with madness, echoed in the darkness. You saw twisted shadows writhe on the ground, heard the sickening crunch of bones, felt the heat of searing flames licking at your skin.

And then, her face, crystal clear this time, filled your vision.

The pale girl, the crimson smile—Makima.

Her eyes, once a mesmerizing crimson, were now a bottomless void, devoid of any humanity.

"Makima!" The final whisper arrived in a shout of despair, resonating with horrifying clarity, shattering the last vestiges of your resistance.

Your pupils dilated, a single word echoing in the vast emptiness—Makima.

It was a name, a fragment of who you were, but it offered no explanation for your current existence.

Slowly, the tremor subsided, the yellow glow in your eyes receding, leaving behind a chilling emptiness.  Fear melted into a strange sense of clarity.

You were Makima, but you were also Y/N.

Calming your ragged breaths, you tested the name on your tongue in a low, raspy whisper. "Makima..."

It held power—a chilling familiarity—but it felt distant, alien.

Y/N, the name your mother called you, felt more comfortable, more like your own.

Yes, you decided; you were Y/N.

You didn't know who Makima was, but you would find out. And in the meantime, you would carve your own path in this world, as Y/N.

A determined glint flickered in your eyes, a spark of defiance against the unknown future.

***EECKKK!! I'm so hyped for this, lol. Just get ready for all the fan-service cuz y'all know i love being delusional, lololo

Anyways, here's a sneek peak, I have like 10+ completed and should start updating regularly in about a week (i plan on having 20+ completed so I won't keeping you guys waiting too long in between updates) See y'all next update ❤️

SLYTHERIN // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

REGULUS BLACK

le lendemain matin

the salt and the sea

forever

the better of two bad options

a pen

the door

the black heir

distraction

THEODORE NOTT

love is sour grapes

by netws & nott

something stronger

like snow on the beach

the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you)

TOM RIDDLE

desiderium

love again

from the glue

salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink

midmorning

effects of amortentia

DRACO MALFOY

our little secret

honeydukes

firsts

how could i ever forget?

makeup

draco malfoy with shy!male!reader headcanons

cherry juice

MATTHEO RIDDLE

the cat

puppy eyes

the game

rainy nights m.r

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

like nobody else

— MASTERLIST

( is a blood diamond flawless but for that one thing ? )

KEY : ✨️ - kei's favourites | ☀️ – fluff | 🌻 – angst

— TEARS OF THEMIS

.: VYN RICHTER ┆ ADJUDICATOR

+ general relationship headcanons ☀️ + morning routines ☀️ + going on dates ☀️ + things that remind me of vyn ☀️ + & we've done this all before ✨️☀️ + all answers are within the dog (pet owner hcs) ☀️

.: ARTEM WING ┆ LIBRA

+ things that remind me of artem ☀️ + all answers are within the dog (pet owner hcs) ☀️

.: LUKE PEARCE ┆RAVEN

+ things that remind me of luke 🌻

.: MARIUS VON HAGEN ┆ KING

+ things that remind me of marius ☀️

— GENSHIN IMPACT

.: KAEYA ALBERICH ┆ PAVO OCELLUS

+ oh how the mighty fall (in love) | demon!kaeya ✨️☀️🌻

.: WRIOTHESLEY ┆ CERBERUS

+ i'll take care of you / it's rotten work ✨️☀️🌻

— LOVE & DEEPSPACE

.: RAFAYEL / QI YU (祁煜) ┆ ABYSSWALKER

+ general relationship headcanons ☀️✨️

+ wait for me / i'm still somewhere 🌻✨️

+ swim with me ... (post-myth abysswalker hcs) ☀️🌻✨️

+ the pain of tenderness is the wound of love (birthday) ☀️✨️

YO I LOST THIS BLOG WHEN I LOOKED AWAY AND NOW I CANT FIND IT

Its like the avatar boys in a high school setting and they confess to reader or visa versa if you find it plsssss tag me or send it my way

Also the person page was talking about basketball aonung or something like that

I didn’t even finish it man😫

Draco Malfoy [Rottenherbs masterlist ₊⊹]

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ [HP masterlist] ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

A Promise Worth Keeping (꩜ At the final quidditch match of the season, you take a serious blow enshrining a win for Slytherin; but a certain blonde haired seeker makes sure to check on you in the infirmary // 1.7k // Fluff! Mention of Injury and blood) Seating Arrangement (pt.2) (𖦹 Late to potions and the only seat left was next to Malfoy. Were you able to keep up with the Slytherin prince or will this ruin any chances of a good first impression? // 1.2k ) Overprotective ( ꩜ toxic! Draco getting jealous over his Ravenclaw! reader girlfriend // 595 // Possessiveness, Public altercation) Trouble In The Library (𖦹 You liked helping your friends with their class work, but Draco saw it differently // 1.3k // Fluff, Slight Angst, Crying) Swapping Secrets and Spit (NSFW) (꩜ You and Draco were notorious for meeting up for only moments to exchange information. You helped to let him know what Harry was up to, and he let you know exactly how to get an Outstanding on your potions exam. But would your feelings end up pushing him away or starting something exciting? // 2.9k // Sexual Content, Cock Teasing, Oral stimulation (f/m), Face Fucking) “I will get him to smile again” (pt.2) (𖦹 Draco isn’t looking too good. He’s been withdrawn for a while with his fight and continuous secrets he will have to keep in the upcoming year. You make it your personal mission to bring back his smile// 824 // Pining, flirting) The Muggle Way (꩜ muggleborn!fem!reader and Draco moving in together in their established relationship // 658 // Fluff ) Rest ( 𖦹 Sleepy Draco falling asleep on reader // 685 // Fluff, sweet intimacy) The Hound (꩜ fem!reader heading to bed after a shower, and she sees Draco on their bed moving his Patronus around the room // 1k // fluff) Christmas with Muggles (𖦹 Draco being girlfriend!reader’s date to her work’s Christmas party that is full of muggles // 2k // Muggle! adult life, Fluff) NYE Headcanon (꩜ HP golden era new years eve headcanons with reader) A Couple Firsts (𖦹 “You just need a strong lead” // 1.5k // Yule Ball!) Secret Relationship! HC (꩜ Headcanons having a secret relationship with Draco) Secrets of Prefects (𖦹 You and Draco share a secret, passionate relationship while pretending to hate each other in public. As your connection deepens, you both struggle with the tension between your forbidden desire the consequences of keeping your affair hidden // 2.3k // Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers, Secret Affair, Making out, Pining) Clouded Sunrays (꩜ draco x hufflepuff!reader // grumpy x sunshine // 2k Dreamweaver (𖦹 Draco Malfoy begins dreaming of a girl he’s never seen before. At first, it’s fleeting. Then it becomes constant. He’s never spoken to her in real life—or seen her for that matter — he’s sure of it. So why does she feel more real than anything else? // 3.2k // Time Split, Slowburn, Angst)

dream - isagi yoichi

"She looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i've ever seen"

— In which pro player isagi yoichi hopelessly falls in love with a florist named y/n l/n

— welcome to "dream" masterlist! you can find all related works here.

— please do not copy and plagiarize my works :)

— all works fall down in chronological order down below!

10.31.24 - ???

Chapter 1 — Dreams

Chapter 2 — flourish

Chapter 3 — when

Chapter 4 — love

Chapter 5 — guides

Chapter 6 — your

Chapter 7 — heart.

virtually yours ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆

pairing. seishiro nagi x f!reader

summary. you’re not a usually a gamer girl, occasionally playing the sims or roblox, so imagine your surprise when a clip of you & your best friend goes viral for talking shit to who you imagined was a 12 year old kid, but actually a popular streamer with a territorial fan base and of all place, on dress to impress.

warnings. basically just crack & fluff, nagi is a lil toxic at the start, swearing

14 | invitation

☁︎. a few days later

navigation. virtually yours

next chapter. 15

author’s note. i can’t believe this is almost finished omg, next chapter will be fully written :)

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