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Warmth In Winter
╰┈➤ summary: You were once a Bio-Organic Weapon, a killing machine, until the divine comedy of fate made you meet your angel, Carlos, who now teaches you how to live instead of existing to survive in pain and bloodshed.
╰┈➤ match: Carlos Oliveira x GN!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
╰┈➤ content: fluffy imagine of scenes of Carlos and you in the winter. Slight unconscious self harming habits from reader (❓) nothing too explicit like cutting and blood will be mentioned.
╰┈➤ A/N: My brain just decided that I HAVE to write something about this man
Divider by @chrisssiren
Insp by ‘Snowed In’ by @annchantedd
You could feel and the see the faint light hidden by your eyelids before you could open then fully, the skin of your face was also a victim to the biting cold air, it doesn't bother you, but strangely, the rest of your body feels warm, like it was comfortably wrapped by a large blanket, well, it kind of is.
The next thing you process, is a soft breath hitting the back of your ear and neck, you like it. You like feeling the environment around you and your body before opening your eyes.
And when you do, it's no mistake. His strong arms hold you like a life line, you huff lightly, a small smile forms on your lips, unaccustomed to the action in your muscles, until you met him, that is.
Your vision detects that the light is not coming from the sun, as it was being blocked by the clouds. You can see the snowflakes, It's a beautiful scene.
You finally move your muscles, trying to leave the bed. His hold on you just tightens, practically unconsciously, turning you to the other side of the bed like he's moving a feather, “Não...” [No], he mumbles in disagreement, his eyes still shut, voice husky and low.
“Hm, Carlos...” You stared the ceiling as you feel him gently rubbing his face on your cheek, his beard almost tickling you. “C'mon, why would you want to leave bed in this cold?” His whining is muffled as he keep his face on your hair now, “You know I don't feel cold. At least not as much as others.” You remind, you know it's very cold when he wears a shirt to sleep, something he rarely does.
He only mumbles gibberish, probably avoiding answering by the lack of argument, you turn your face back to the window, watching the snowflakes fall with such grace, as if their path were traced before they even left the clouds.
The words leave you before you can think properly.
“It's our first winter together.”
You step bare foot in the kitchen room, the sensation of the cold ground almost making your feet numb. You're dressed in his dark hoodie, it has his smell.
“Don't walk like that, you're gonna catch a cold.” He warns, briefly looking at you before going back to strain the tea, the hot smoke of the liquid perfuming the room, “I—” — “Can't catch a cold?” He finishes your phrase with a knowing small smile, you don't finish it, taking the cup of hot tea from the sink instead, with your hands wrapped in the glass, you can feel your skin burn, but the temperature is not unfamiliar, you're fire proof, anyway.
Carlos looks at you wide eyed, but before he can help you, you press the corner of the glass on your lips and taste the boiling liquid, you feel the sting on your tongue first, then the taste.
“Hey, you alright?” His voice is lower, unusual for him, he notices your lack of concern for yourself, of course he does. You just nod, lowering the cup while you look out the window, “I think it's too sweet.” He sighs to himself, blowing softly his own cup of tea while mumbling a small “I knew two tablespoons were too much.”
You give a small content huff to yourself. “It's not too much. You just fill the spoon until it overflows.”
It's white everywhere, soft and cold, too.
The sole of your feet touch the white layer under and around you, this time, your feet do feel numb. But you don't mind.
You're in the backyard, looking up at the sky. You can barely understand it's colors, as the clouds cover most of it. The fall of the snowflakes are currently weak, one falls on the tip of your nose, and it melts just as quickly as it made contact with your beautiful skin.
Snow.
You like it.
You remember frequent visits to Antarctica, the Umbrella Corporation would request you as your resistance to temperature was efficient. Shipments of weapons, vaccines, pests, parts, materials, living creatures. All while wearing the stupid black coat and hat of your uniform, with the large corporate symbol as identification of ownership.
Despite it all, you like the snow.
Because the place was quieter than a gigantic laboratory with the scream of sentient creations and slaughter of malfunctioned ones.
You walked across hectares of snow searching for adventurers who shouldn't be there, eliminating them and discovering more about humankind, with the little information you had.
To you, humankind meant evil.
Your breath hitched for a second as you feel a warm touch on the shin of your leg, your first instinct is to kick whatever is touching you, but you look down instead.
You see his dark, fluffy and messy hair, a contrast to the snow itself, the man crouched next to you as he's gently raising your leg while he... Places a slipper under your foot, for you to wear.
You just watch, silently cooperating while he does the same to your other leg.
“And don't tell me you don't need it, you know I don't care.” He adds before you can even say anything while he stands up, looking at you with that bright smile of his.
But maybe humankind can mean love, too.
“Snow is cool, huh? I have never seen it until a few years ago. Tropical countries suck in the winter, I'll tell you.” He says as he takes small steps on the ground, as if to listen the small squeaky noise it makes. It's a bit funny.
You show interest, “I want to know what it's like.” He barely lets you finish the sentence before he grabs your hand, causing you both to fall backward into the soft snow.
It surprises you, not only his action but... The feeling. You've never lain on the snow; that thought has never crossed your mind.
“Well, we can go when we have the time, but definitely not in the summer.” He shares, looking at the sky as his legs start moving in the snow, brushing it back and forth.
“What are you doing?” Your eyes are on him.
“Half a snow angel, too lazy to move my arms.” He chuckles at himself.
“Snow angel...?”
Your curiosity and uncertainty about it makes his brows furrow slightly, it pains him that you know about the most professional things about war and weapons, but not the bare minimum about the mundane.
He tries to teach you, stumbling upon some words and laughter as you take a bit to fully understand, he even has to explain why it's called ‘snow angel’. His back is soaked and he's sure he's getting a headache from the cold, but he truly doesn't mind.
Your smile is all the warmth he needs.
Then he turns to the other side, covering his face with his arm as he sneezes, “Nem fudendo...” [No fucking way], you hear him mumbling.
You sit immediately in alert, but your expression softens again, he's not in danger, you suppose.
“Let's get inside. It seems like you're the one who caught a cold after all.”
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⟡ —— impressions / aonung ★☆
childhood friend aonung, who grew up with you in the metkayina village.
childhood friend aonung, who—as you both grew up—grew a sort of weird attitude toward you, that often times left you puzzled and sometimes, hurt.
childhood friend aonung, who was truthfully just really awkward and wasn't sure how to be vulnerable, especially not with you, his precious friend whom he'd grown affections for.
childhood friend aonung, who had garnered the idea that being overly masculine would make you like him—so when the sully family sought refuge in the village, he didn't hesitate to try to intimidate the sully siblings, calling them names and whatnot simply for their human heritage—all for the sake of impressing you with his toughness.
childhood friend aonung, who doesn't know why you distance yourself after those encounters.
annoyed aonung, who seeks you out, "why...why are you being weird, skxawng?" he asks you, which only angers you further.
vulnerable aonung, who is taken aback when you reply with, "i'm being weird? you're the one being weird, you've been acting so off for so long, i can hardly still call you my best friend."
vulnerable aonung, who finally realizes the harm he'd been causing to you and your friendship. the same aonung who slowly approaches you, taking your hands in his, and holding them as if you're the most fragile of pandoran flora.
smitten aonung, who despite acting all tough and mighty, becomes nothing but a blushing, lovestruck mess when in front of you like this; alone. "ma yawne," he begins, "im sorry my own foolishness caused this rift between us. please, let me prove to you i can be worthy of you." he implores.
mate aonung, who's proven himself a metkayina worth loving years later; but that never mattered to you because you'd always loved him.
mate aonung, who always puts you before himself, the same aonung whose softened his roughened edges because of your love and affection, and whom has long since let go of that toxic masculine mindset, because he is nothing if his mate doesn't approve.
mate aonung, who would do anything for you.
a/n: ill make a longer, more detailed fic for this soon :p
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⟡ —— snowed in / carlos oliveira ★☆
husband carlos, who hears of the coming snowstorm before you do, and is adamant about stocking up on everything and just overall, ensuring that you'll both be prepared.
husband carlos, who enjoys shoveling snow like the little weirdo he is—but you love him all the same.
husband carlos, who is of course very particular about the way he shovels. "it's all in the technique," he tells you.
husband carlos, who is on his way out of the door of your shared house the day of the snowstorm, but realizes; "oh, we're snowed in," because what do you know, there's a big block of snow covering the entrance to your home.
husband carlos, who doesn't mind at all one bit being snowed in with you, his lovely spouse and love of his life.
husband carlos, who tells you "i told you we'd need all this toilet paper," as if the snowstorm would mean you'd have uncontrollable bowel movement.
husband carlos, who is the sole reason you don't have to eat chicken feet or drink dasani water because he made sure to stock up.
and husband carlos, who does not mind one bit helping you warm up when you get too cold if you know what i mean, wink wink.
a/n: im so cold guys sobs
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⟡ —— interruptions / neteyam ★☆
pairing: neteyam x metkayina!gn!reader
summary: after spending some time in the metkayina village—meeting you and getting to know you—neteyam is courting you. or, well, at least he's trying to.
every time he attempts to tell you of his feelings—and to ask for your permission to court you, because he's nothing if not respectful—somehow he always ends up getting interrupted. oh, what shall he do?
word count: 1.5k
content: fluff, oneshot, some jealousy, interrupted confessions, just some good ol' fluffy sweetness tbh
a/n: little on the shorter side but i wanted to write some fluff after so much angst teehee, enjoy xx
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your hands fiddle with your hair, combing out strands as you braid it and make it nice and neat. truthfully, you don't usually care so much about the way you look; your appearance doesn't matter much to you, but when neteyam—the sully boy, newcomer to your metkayina village—is on his way to your marui? oh you bet you're making sure you're looking presentable.
⟡ —— promises / kento nanami ★☆
the ever negative and pragmatic nanami, whom you met in high school, and who you at first wanted to laugh at for his emo little haircut but upon getting to know him better, you realize you two may have more in common than you think.
the same teen nanami, whom you someway and somehow end up befriending over a few hangouts with your mutual friends, both bonding over how irksome satoru's loud, obnoxious laugh was.
distraught nanami, whom after haibara's death doesn't know what to do with himself—the urge to give up on being a sorcerer has never been greater. but at the very least, you're there to lend a shoulder to cry on, or at least a listening ear to vent to. and he doesn't tell you but you know he's grateful; it goes unsaid.
freshly graduated nanami, who loses contact with you after graduation. and that to him is like another heartbreak all over again, because he'd never told anyone—only haibara—that he was growing feelings for you. yet wherever you ended up, he hopes you're doing well.
salaryman nanami, who's now working a monotonous office job after he swore to leave jujutsu sorcery behind; and even though being stuck in a cubicle all day from nine to five makes him want to physically claw his eyeballs out, at least he's safe and financially stable! that is until he finally reunites with you at the bakery he often frequents, and suddenly his days aren't as dull anymore.
jujutsu sorcerer nanami, who eventually grew the courage to ask you out, and now you two have been together for two years, and married for one. and not a day goes by where he regrets going back to the sorcerer world, but he tells himself it'll be the last time.
husband nanami, who adores you deeply; the time you spent apart without contact after graduation never dulled his affections for you, and it shows in the way he wakes up every morning to make breakfast for you both, and in the way he notices you eyeing a pair of shoes at some store and suddenly the exact pair appears on your bed not even a day later; and it's also demonstrated in the way he pulls you close into a warm, strong embrace after you've had a long day, even without you telling him just how horrible the day was, because he knows you.
husband nanami, who promises to love you until he breathes his last breath. and who also dreams of having a family with you; a dog, a cat, a child or two, whatever you want, he won't protest.
husband nanami, who tells you the night before he leaves for shibuya that he loves you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he whispers against them, "I'll come back to you." and he simultaneously promises this will be his last mission before he leaves the sorcerer life behind; for good this time.
husband nanami, who never makes it back.
husband nanami, who was at least able to keep one of his promises; because in the end, he did love you until his last breath, didn't he?
and you, a widow left to mourn, and an unborn babe resting within you whom will never get to meet their father.
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⟡ —— out of time / neteyam ★☆
neteyam, who's so intent on doing right by his father, so overcome by an overwhelming sense of responsibility that he often forgets to really let loose and have fun.
neteyam, who arrives at one of pandora's reefs, home of the metkayina people, seeking refuge with his family.
neteyam, who meets you.
neteyam, who notices how despite every metkayina na'vi eyeing him and his family as if they're a threat solely because they have "demon blood", you don't. and he's grateful.
neteyam, who has finally settled down with his family, tensions mostly dissipating, goes looking for you.
neteyam and you, who have become closer over the span of only a few days. he's grateful to have someone like you, someone who understands him, and perhaps a part of him has developed just the tiniest of crushes on you.
neteyam, who's written his feelings out on some scrappy little piece of paper, hoping to give it you and maybe, you'll reciprocate.
neteyam, who doesn't get the chance to confess to you how important you are to him, how much he deeply loves you, before he's killed in the war.
you, who reciprocated everything and more, and will remain unaware for the rest of your days that your affections weren't unrequited.
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⟡ —— to yearn / ramattra ★☆
pairing: ramattra x gn!reader
summary: long before the omnic war, long before any ounce of justice and anger plagued ramattra's mind, there was peace. and peace for the omnic came in the form of you; his lover...or as close as it came to, because neither of you ever placed a label on it really.
but once the war came barreling down, the urge for justice and vengeance took your beloved omnic from you, both emotionally and physically. but what happens when you find him on the brink of death one year later? is there a chance for reconciliation; a possible rekindling? only time will tell.
word count: 2k+
content: angst, oneshot, mentions of war, death, abandonment, allusions to violence, i think that's it (?)
a/n: first work done !! hope you guys enjoy :3
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what does it mean to yearn? does it mean to desire something you have? or to dream of something that was taken from you? or rather, it means to desperately long for an individual who was once yours but due to inevitable circumstances, was taken from you. and you mourn, but it is not that they're dead; it's virtually worse because you comprehend deep down that they are alive and well, they're just unattainable—out of reach.
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avatar —
out of time ; neteyam x gn!reader • angst . summary: in which neteyam cares for you, but doesn't get the chance to tell you.
interruptions ; neteyam x metkayina!gn!reader • fluff . summary: neteyam attempts to confess, but keeps getting interrupted. that's it. that's the fic.
impressions ; aonung x metkayina!gn!reader • fluff + angst . summary: aonung who fails miserably at trying to impress you.
bleach —
chainsaw man —
demon slayer —
gachiakuta —
haikyuu —
inuyasha —
jujutsu kaisen —
promises ; nanami x fem!reader • angst . summary: in which nanami makes various promises, but keeps only one.
jojo's bizarre adventure —
my hero academia —
the hunger games —
the walking dead —
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baldurs gate —
call of duty —
cyberpunk —
dispatch —
mass effect —
overwatch —
to yearn ; ramattra x gn!reader • angst . summary: the omnic war brings an end to y/n and ramattra's blooming relationship. when they eventually reunite, can they rekindle what they once had?
red dead redemption —
resident evil —
snowed in ; carlos x gn!reader • fluff . summary: you and husband carlos are snowed in teehee
stardew valley —
silent hill —
the last of us —
the walking dead —
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˙ ˳ ⁺ ➽ hii !! my name's angie, or ann. i'm a new writing blog, i'll be writing mainly fanfiction from a variety of fandoms, mainly anime and the like ! i'm not new to writing nor fanfiction, but i am getting back into it so please bare with me as i get back into the flow of things. as i write, i'll include links to each work under their respective categories in my masterlist.
also feel free to send in requests and whatnot ! i'll write about the following:
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genre: angst, fluff, mild nsfw
length: oneshots, mini-series, full length series
games: mass effect, overwatch, the last of us, resident evil, red dead redemption, baldurs gate, silent hill, the walking dead, dispatch, cyberpunk, call of duty, stardew valley
series: bleach, jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, jojos bizarre adventure, inuyasha, my hero academia, the walking dead, avatar, demon slayer, the hunger games, chainsaw man, haikyuu, gachiakuta
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