╰┈➤ 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.”
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
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.
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.
you're not too sure how long it'd been since neteyam and his family had arrived, possibly a few weeks by now if you had to guess; but that was enough time for a little warm feeling to form in your tummy every time you were in neteyam's presence, butterflies one might call it. and fortunately for you! neteyam reciprocated, but you didn't know that yet.
“ma yuey,” neteyam's voice chimes from behind you and at the entrance of your marui, “you look lovely as always.” he comments with a small, almost timid smile on his face.
one of your own bashful smiles forms on your face, “thank you, ‘teyam,” you mumbles, standing from where you'd been kneeling on the ground, “you don't look so bad yourself.” you tease lightly, patting his arm once you're close enough, standing in front of him.
a soft laugh reverberates from his chest, “wow, i’m honored by your compliment, truly,” he says, bowing down slightly in jest, “alright, your highness, come. there is something i want to show you.” he declares, taking your hand before you can protest and tugs you along.
“where are we headed?” you ask curiously, tail swishing behind you as you follow close behind him.
“you will see in a bit.” he says without turning.
he guides you to a little spot just beyond the metkayina village, a lonesome spot of sand by the water; it's far enough to provide privacy but not far enough to be out of view of the village.
“here; beautiful isn't it?” he breathes, cat-like eyes settled on the view of the horizon ahead—the yellow of the afternoon sky clashing with the blue of the ocean.
neteyam sighs, glancing back at you and he only stares for a moment—his eyes roam over your face, taking in the slope of your nose, the curve of your cheeks, the way your pointed ears flutter, how soft your kissable lips look-
you hum, looking out at all the little sea creatures swimming beneath the ocean, “it is.” you agree.
“neteyam?” you wave a hand in front of him, “are you…alright? you zoned out there.” you tell him.
neteyam shakes his head, eyes quickly glancing away from your face, “i- yes, I'm sorry.”
you smile, “it's ok, don't be sorry.” you say, taking one of his larger hands into yours, and squeezing in reassurance.
neteyam returns the smile, and takes both of your hands into his, “there was a reason i took you out here,” he begins, “wanted some privacy, away from everyone. we've only known each other a short time but...ma y/n, you've become so imp-” before he can finish the thought, tuk comes barreling over and bumps into the back of her older brother, nearly knocking him forward into you.
neteyam's hands quickly move to stabilize you first before he turns around to scold his sister, “ow! tuk! be careful!” neteyam frowns.
“neteyam! neteyam! you gotta come quick! lo'ak is doing something stupid again!” tuk yells, hopping up and down.
neteyam closes his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. he turns to look at you apologetically, his hand reaches to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear, “I'm sorry. i need to take care of this. I'll see you soon, okay?” he says, hand pulling away as he runs after tuk who's on her way back to the village.
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“you get better everyday, ‘teyam!” your giggles ring out across the ocean as you sit atop your ilu, watching as neteyam holds onto his own ilu, kuru connected as he fumbles in an attempt not to fall; you two had gone out to help neteyam get some practice in riding an ilu, and now as he clumsily dodges through some rocks whilst swimming, the practice seems to have paid off.
“all thanks to you,” he smiles, guiding his ilu to swim up next to yours, “thank you. i…really appreciate you being patient with me.” he says.
you smile, “don't thank me. it was nothing, really.”
“it means more to me than you think,” he replies, “hey…about-about last time, i know i had to leave before we could…talk, and i want to apologize again; i should've planned better-” he starts.
“nonsense, neteyam. it wasn't your fault, things happen.” you say, waving a hand to dismiss it.
neteyam huffs, “i know. but still, i’m sorry. now that we've got some time though, i want to say what i couldn't.” he tells you.
in a startling move, neteyam hops off of his ilu and swims over closer to you. his hands slip around your waist, strong, firm, and protective as he lifts you off of your own ilu and into the frigid water with him.
“neteyam! what are you doing!” you gasp, shivering as the sudden cold envelopes you.
but the warmth of his body pressed against yours calms you simultaneously.
he chuckles, “sorry, i just…i want to be close to you when i say this,” he tells you, his eyes gazing adoringly into yours, “for the longest time, i've struggled trying to find out how to tell you this; but i…well, what I'm trying to say, or rather ask, is if it would be alright with you if i could court y-”
a loud yelp cuts neteyam off this time. it's lo'ak. who's fallen off his ilu in an attempt to get closer to eavesdrop. and he's not alone; tuk and tsireya are with him.
“skxawng! what are you doing here?” neteyam huffs, yelling at his brother, his face contorted into an irritated scowl.
lo'ak laughs, yelping again when tuk smacks him, “you gave us away, stupid!” she scolds lo'ak.
“sorry! we just wanted to see you confess-” lo'ak begins but is cut off by tsireya tugging him backward, “c'mon, let's go! we already ruined the moment, we should leave!” she exclaims.
neteyam groans quietly in frustration. yet another interruption.
—
“you what?” neteyam looks up from where he'd been sitting in the marui he shared with his family.
“it's true, bro! i saw y/n with some metkayina guy by the beach earlier; it looked like they were braiding his hair or something.” lo'ak says, fingers sticky as he lays back on a hammock, munching away on a yovo fruit.
neteyam frowns, “you're kidding.”
“nope. not at all. you can go see for yourself. or you might be too late. they could be mated by now.” lo'ak hums, obviously trying to provoke his brother.
and it works!
neteyam has had enough. he stands quickly and without another word to his younger brother, makes his way to your marui. a determined look set on his face, he was not going to be interrupted this time.
“hi, ‘teyam!” you greet him with a beaming smile upon his entrance to your home, “what brings you-” you gasp softly as he grabs you by your shoulders—firm yet gentle.
“there's no one-no one who will take you from me. I've had enough.” he states.
you frown, “what? what are you on about?”
“that other metkayina? what is he to you?” he asks.
you blink, confusion evident in your eyes, ears fluttering, “i-i don't know what you mean, ‘teyam. what other metkayina?” you ask.
neteyam huffs, “lo'ak said- augh, nevermind. that's not the point,” he mutters, his hands dropping from your shoulders to your hands and he brings them up to his forehead, touching them, skin to skin, before setting them back down, “there's no one else that I've ever…ever held to such a high regard, not like you, not even remotely, ma yuey.” he tells you with a passion burning in his eyes so bright it's almost blinding.
“...what are you saying?”
“I'm saying i want to court you, y/n. i want to be your mate, if you'll have me.” neteyam declares, finally, with no interruption this time.
the air is chilling, silent, before you embrace him tightly, “oh eywa, you've no idea how long i've wanted to hear you say that, ‘teyam.”
neteyam blinks, as if still registering that his affections are in fact reciprocated.
but when it does register, the widest, most infectious grin spreads on his face, fangs showing through, “really? you-you have?”
you laugh softly, “yes, since the day we first met.” you tell him.
neteyam picks you up, arms around your waist as he spins you around in perhaps the happiest moment you've ever seen him.
“ma y/n,” he breathes, still running on that euphoric feeling of acceptance, “i promise I'll make you the happiest metkayina in this whole village.” he swears, pressing the softest, most pure kiss on your forehead.
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.
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.
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.
once, all you had to worry about was yearning for something as uncomplicated and mundane as what to have for dessert later that particular night. you were content, at peace; peace, a precious time on earth when everything was alright, or at least that's how it appeared at the time. for you and many others, you spent your days without a concern or care in the world.
upon meeting the omnic monk by the name of ramattra through a mutual friend however, your days suddenly seemed all the more whole—brighter. despite your dissimilarities, namely you being a human and him an omnic, a mutual respect was established between the two of you. and that respect ultimately blossomed into something more, something sweeter; a feeling that filled your chest with a heat so warm it felt akin to an embrace.
you both took things gradually, unhurried. because at the end of the day, you’d always thought you’d have more time. and who would blame you for thinking otherwise? your romance was short-lived, but nonetheless euphoric. ramattra was a sweetheart deep down, and god did he love spending time with you. whether it be via picnics at quaint little parks, or movie nights at home with you, he didn't mind or care because he was still spending time with you.
when the omnic crisis struck however, you were left grasping at straws; anything to keep your dear omnic companion by your side. but ramattra—with that same stubborn streak, one you’d grown to love and admire in the year you’d known him—was overcome by anger, rage, a prominent sense of justice. and thus, he left.
seldom is there ever a true winner in war, that you came to realize the hard way. and this war was vicious, with both omnic and human sides taking their own respective number of hefty casualties.
the war lasted around four years, and within that time you tried to forget; all the touches, the whispers, the tender looks, and the words full of love and a devotion so great it almost hurt to think about. to shut out the memories of a time you longed for, the greatest what-if of your life, you studied engineering. you took classes, had hands-on training, and started work specializing in the repair and engineering of machinery and the like. nevertheless, he always inevitably arrived at the forefront of your thoughts. it was infuriating at times, you’d done so much to forget just to be reminded of him at the slightest figure walking on the street that looked so eerily similar to him. yet other times it was more despairing than anything. because despite the hurt he’d caused by leaving your side, there was still some part of you that was still so irrevocably in love with him; that stupid, damn omnic.
“there is something there, y/n, something that i cannot deny no matter how much i may try to. but still, it is not sufficient for me to stay and do nothing,” ramattra had said, his cold, metal hands held yours as he stood at the entrance of your apartment, “i have a duty to my people, to fight for what they deserve as a race. i cannot just stand by and watch as more omnics are killed simply for existing.” he’d practically begged, imploring for you to understand—you’d never known omnic hands could tremble, but as his shook with an overwhelming feeling of sorrow and pressure, you realized they could.
that was the last time you saw him. and that was around three years ago, he’d left about a year after the war had begun. your head ached with a searing pain just thinking about it. well, sleep wasn’t coming any time soon at this rate.
you hurl the covers aside, sitting up on your bed. rubbing your forehead to will away the sudden headache, you stand and head for the haphazardly thrown sweater on your chair adjacent to your bed. it’s late, and perhaps you shouldn’t be out of bed, much less preparing to go outside, but right now anything but staying indoors will help your coming headache.
with a resounding creaakkk, you pull the front door open and take a step outside. one long, invigorating deep breath of fresh air is all you need for the headache to begin dissipating, and you begin wandering; you're not quite sure where you’re headed, all you know is that you need the walk, the recess from the walls and roof that warehouse so many unbearable reminders.
the walk is mostly a blur; you’re operating on autopilot at this point. stepping through pavement, soil, and grass, you end up at a playground a few blocks away from your home. it’s empty, lacking the customary giggles and squeals of children playing about. with a fatigued sigh, you squat down at the top of a nearby wooden picnic table. this was the same park you and ramattra often visited, sitting at the picnic tables to enjoy a brief lunch; and even though ramattra didn’t require the usual sustenance like a human did, he still came for the sake of being within your presence.
now, sitting by your lonesome, the moon hanging high up in the sky illuminating the area, you realize just how much you’d taken for granted all those stolen moments you’d spent with your former partner. and by aurora, if you could go back and redo everything, you would; and you’d try ten times as hard to make ramattra stay.
after a few minutes, you jump down to your feet and turn on your heel, getting ready to head back home. yet a subtle glint of metal makes you cease. you warily step toward it, it’s barely visible, hidden behind the bushes at the rear end of the playground but the light from the moon and the streetlights combined are enough to elicit even the slightest of glares. as you approach, it becomes clear what it is exactly, or rather who; ramattra.
your legs seem to stop of their own accord, holding you in place. pressure forms at the pit of your stomach, it threatens to make you keel over and puke—there’s no way it’s actually him, right? but it is. even after three years of not having him around, you still remember the face of the one your heart just couldn't seem to abhor. so against your better judgment, you kneel next to him where he lies seemingly unconscious; his faceplate and the metal all over his body are scratched up horrifically. several wires appear to have been torn apart in a heated altercation. and once again, going against what your brain cries at you, you take the unconscious ramattra with you.
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ramattra’s not quite sure how he’d ended up in such a predicament. one minute, he’s leading the newly-formed null sector in an assault against an overwatch outpost, and the next, he’s just barely making it out with half his wires still functional. he’d clearly underestimated the strength of the simple outpost, and he knew he’d need to plan more thoroughly in the future; to be more cunning.
but why is he here now? where even is here? his optics scan over the distinct walls lined with posters and picture frames, and recognition only registers when he spots the picture frame settled atop the nightstand next to the soft bed he lies on; y/n.
his chilled, metal body remains eerily still even as the door to the bedroom swings open and you come in.
“you’re awake...” you mumble quietly to yourself, but he hears you. you had been working on fixing him up whilst he was unconscious, having only been able to repair the wires that’d been torn.
“y/n,” his voice comes out in bouts of static as it slowly registers the repaired wires and voice box, “why am i…here?” he asks, wary, cautious, almost as if shielding his robotic heart from you.
you lean against the doorframe, arms crossing beneath your chest, “i took you in. you were beat up pretty bad. sorry i didn’t ask for permission before touching you with my filthy, human hands.” you spit out, a frown creasing your face as your eyebrows furrow the more you look at him. your words surprise both him and you, you hadn’t realized just how much resentment had built up over the years; and now confronted with the reason for that very resentment, you can’t help but let go.
ramattra glances away, scuffed up faceplate twisting away from your view, “you don’t need permission. i figured you’d know that by now.” is his only response. and boy if he thought that would suffice in calming you, he was dead wrong.
you take four quick steps toward him, jamming a figure against his chest, “you figured i’d know? really? and what else do you figure? that leaving was a great option? that it actually caused change for the greater good? look around, ramattra, i don’t see your people any more free than before you left.” you retort back, furious, because the whole purpose of his departure—his abandonment, was for him to bring justice for other omnics. and yet, nothing had changed, the omnic people were still being hunted, killed, and for what? it almost deemed ramattra’s leaving as useless.
ramattra doesn’t say anything. he remains quiet, stiff, and the urge to rip that metal faceplate off has never been greater for you.
“i never meant to hurt you,” his voice eventually breaks through the silence as he finally sits up, metal joints creaking and squeaking, “what i did wasn’t for me, it was for m-”
your voice cuts through his, “-for your people, yeah, yeah, i fucking know, ramattra. you’ve made that clear so many damn times it’s been practically seared into my brain.” you sneer, and perhaps two years ago, maybe even two months ago, you would never have dreamed of showing your beloved omnic anything but that same tenderness he’d shown you before.
ramattra finally looks up, and he stands from his position, his massive robotic figure towering over you. he gently takes your hand and squeezes it between his two cold palms, somehow still as gentle. “my love for you never wavered, y/n, it simply just…wasn’t meant to be,” he says, and if you didn’t know any better, it almost sounds like he chokes over his words, “we have vastly different goals; we are not even the same species.” he speaks.
“and that never stopped you before, did it? what changed?” you reply, trying to blink back the tears that begin welling up at the corners of your eyes.
“you know what happened, y/n…” he sighs out.
“yeah. but maybe some part of me had hoped that you had cared about me enough to stay.” to stay when no one else would, it goes unsaid, but ramattra is aware.
he has nothing to say to that, and only retracts his hands from yours, “thank you. for helping me.” he says, and begins walking past you, arm brushing against yours.
“...where are you headed now?” you ask, almost afraid to hear his answer.
“to liberate my people,” he replies, turning only a bit to look at you, “i…i am unsure if this is the last time we will meet. but if it is, i want you to know that i never stopped caring for you.” he states, and those are his last words to you before he departs once more.
and just like that, you’re left to yearn anew for a love that could never be.
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
˙ ˳ ⁺ ➽ 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.
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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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