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To the Ends of Pandora

Alternative Ending to “Secret”

part one | part two

pairing: neteyam x fem!human!reader

genre: angst (at first), fluff, reunited at last, making up, & mentions of neteyam being a lovesick fool for the reader (as he should)

word count: 1k+

warning(s): talks of self isolation, suggestion of neytiri not approving relationship, talks/mentions of self deprecation, briefest mention of the thought of sex (you’ll miss it if you blink), & neteyam crying (mentioned)

word bank: sa’nok — mother, sempul — father, tsmukan — brother, tsmuke(s) — sister(s), ikran — winged creature that the na’vi use for flying & hunting, yawntu — loved one; lover; beloved person, neteyamur — nickname / term of endearment for neteyam, oel ngati kameie — i see you, & great mother / eywa — goddess deity that the na’vi believe in

request details: “hello <3 aw, i loved your neteyam x reader angst, it was so good! i was wondering if you could write some fluff too, like maybe neteyam x human!reader getting their happy ending and grow old together or something :(”

note: this was requested by anon! i’ll make sure to link this post to their request after i publish it. thank you for requesting! i hope this what you had in mind & enjoyed :)

You had spent weeks upon weeks holed up in your room after the departure of the Sullys and the kidnapping of your dear friend, Spider.

Norm and Max had repeatedly tried to coax you out of it, offering you your favorite types of food or one of their shower times in hopes of getting you out of your room for once.

Nothing had worked. You stayed in your room for hours on end and never left the comfort of it, except to go to the bathroom but even then, it was barely a handful of steps away from your bed that you wouldn’t consider it to be leaving your room.

The argument you and Neteyam had before he left had impacted you, severely.

It was hard to look back on the memories you two made during the short amount of time you were together. Even though he hurt you and broken your trust, you still found yourself yearning for him and wanting to forgive him for what he did. Neteyam wouldn’t keep just anything away from you. He had to have a good reason.

The letter he left at the foot of your door had explained everything to you, but you hadn’t read it until weeks after the Sully family left the Omatikaya clan.

Once you gathered enough strength to pull yourself out of bed and actually read the messy handwriting on the piece of paper, you began to cry but even then, you wasted all your tears during and after your argument with Neteyam. Your tear ducts could no longer produce any of the watery substance that you desperately craved to run down your cheeks.

You felt empty after reading it. You felt as if your world stopped on its axis and everything stood still.

He tried so hard to accurately portray how he felt about you. How much he loved you. How hard it was for him to keep the secret from you. How hard it was to hide you from his loved ones. How he didn’t care that you couldn’t make tshaleyu with him or even bare him children. How all he needed was you and that would be enough for all his lifetimes.

You were the only one that he could see and you let him walk away without saying goodbye. Without touching him last one time. Without kissing his soft lips one last time.

You wished you had just sucked up your pride and hurt and opened the door when he pleaded for you to the day he left.

What would’ve changed? What would’ve happened? Would he have stayed? Would you have gone with him? Did his parents know about your relationship? What would Neytiri think of it? Of you?

So many questions ran through your head during your weeks of self isolation and even after. It hurt to know that Neteyam was out there and you had no idea how he was doing or even what he was doing.

Did he find another? Someone who was actually Na’vi and a suitable partner for him?

No. It wouldn’t have made sense if he did. His letter was proof that you were going to be the only one he’d ever love the way that he did. So deep. So unique from the other types of love he experienced within his life.

Neteyam only ever experienced familial love. That kind of love he had with his Sa’nok, Sempul, Tsmukan, Tsmukes, Grandmother, and even Spider and the other human scientists that were allowed to stay on Pandora.

But the love he experienced with you was different. He experienced it more intensely. Neteyam often found himself thinking about you in the ways only a significant other should. Of how soft your lips felt. Of how your soft, delicate hand felt in his large rough ones. Of what it felt like to have your hands run through his braids and lightly pull at them. Of how it felt to have his head in between your legs as you called out his name in pleasure. Of how it would feel to have your chapped lips on different parts of his skin. His thoughts consumed him wholly. All he wanted was you and it will only ever be you.

You experienced the same thing as Neteyam. You could feel how deep your love and affections ran for him. It consumed your whole being.

That’s why when you saw the familiar earthy colors of a certain ikran, your whole world began to turn on its axis again after being still for so long.

The whole ground seemed to shake upon the arrival of Neteyam, him quickly dismounting his soul companion before rushing up to the lab doors and repeatedly knocking on the cold metal doors.

Neteyam would’ve never thought he’d miss the sight of the humans lab. He was never too fond of it even after getting together with you, but it was your home so it was going to be his too.

Butterflies swarmed within the teen boys stomach as he, not so patiently, waited for you to open the door so he could gather you into his arms and hold you close and tight to his chest as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and kissed whatever exposed skin he could. He couldn’t wait.

After spending months away from you and nearly dying at the hands of Quaritch’s soldiers that one fateful night, Neteyam had found a new vigor within himself to come back to you.

Shortly after his recovery, Neteyam had told both of his parents of his affections for you and how much he loved and cared for you. Jake had already had a suspicion, catching early on to his sons frequent sneaking out escapades. Neytiri was furious at first. How could he love someone of a different species? The ones that put his home and own species in so much danger and through so much grief? But, then again, Jake was human at one point and his soul always will be one. She too fell for a human at his age. Her anger towards her son, and ultimately you, faded away once she saw that look of pure love and adoration on his face when he talked about you. She couldn’t deny him of that. So, she bit her tongue and kept her thoughts to herself.

Both Neytiri and Jake had decided to allow Neteyam to leave a day earlier than the rest of the Sully family regarding their return to the Omatikaya. It wasn’t a permanent move, at least for now, so they still had the potential to go back to Awa’atlu. It was just a visit.

You would have forgotten your mask if it wasn’t for Max throwing one your way before you opened the only barrier that separated you and your lover.

Once you had secured the mask onto your face and waited a few seconds for it to begin working, you ripped open the door with as much strength you could muster, a huge smile on your face as you did so.

Neteyam didn’t hesitate to bring you into his arms and spin you around, yelling out in joy once he had you in his embrace after so long. You squealed out in delight as he gently spun the both of you around, your arms tightening around the expanse of his neck.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he exclaimed, burying his face into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent that he dearly missed, “I’m so sorry. I love you. I love you. I love you”.

He kept repeating the phrase against your skin until it finally settled into both of your brains.

He truly was sorry for hurting you the way he did. He should’ve never kept that big of a secret from you. Should’ve never kept you a secret.

“I’m so sorry for everything, yawntu,” Neteyam croaks out, fresh tears running down his face as he kneeled onto the ground with you still in his arms.

He wanted you to know that he was sorry. That he regretted what he did, but didn’t regret you or what you did together.

“I love you so much. I understand if you no longer feel the same. I know I wouldn’t if I were in your shoes. But I need you to know that I do,” he continued, rubbing the side of his face into your hair as you sat perched on his lap, raking your fingers through his braids.

You shook your head, pulling away from the blue boy.

Of course you still loved him. You wouldn’t be in his arms if you didn’t.

“Neteyamur,” you started, delicate hands resting against your lover's damp and tear stained cheeks, heart wrenching at the sight, “I love you. Oel ngati kameie. Always. I understand why you kept me a secret and why you did what you did. I still love you, even after.”.

Your words struck a chord in Neteyam’s heart strings. He for sure thought that you’d still hate him for what happened. Hearing those words come out of your mouth made Neteyam fall even deeper in love with you, if that was even possible.

“Oel ngati kameie, yawntu,” he whispered in response, forehead resting against the glass of your mask.

You smiled in return and stroked Neteyam’s soft and damp cheeks gently with your thumbs.

Everything in your world felt complete again. No matter what happened in your relationship or where it’d lead you, both of you knew that you’d follow each other to the ends of Pandora in a heartbeat. Nothing could stand in the way of your love. Not even the two of you.

After the events occurred, Neteyam had, yet again, proclaimed his love to you underneath the Tree of Souls and made you his once again, but for all to know.

Years passed and the both of you lived long, healthy lives together, only leaving each other once the Great Mother called for the both of you to return to her warm embrace. Even then, you spent every second of your shared afterlife in each other’s arms.

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chunkypossum · 9 months

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By Solstice End

Azriel x Eris

4937 words This section || 16,588 total words

Part Three of Three || or… Read on AO3

Parts: 1 2 3

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After Mor’s concession, Eris felt slightly revived in his fight to find Azriel, though he still wanted very badly to punish him for the run around all evening. Unfortunately for him, entering the next room had consequences he could have never seen coming. Eris was left breathless and as the air left his lungs so did all the fight in him he had.

It would be easy to blame it on fatigue but Eris knew better, he just wasn’t willing to be honest with himself about why his eyes had become irritated. The doors clicked quietly shut behind him and Eris stepped into the room with awe shining in his silver rimmed eyes. The well of tears he was trying to blink back reflected the light from a thousand different points above him where little nodes of fae light hung suspended, seemingly by nothing, at different levels from the ceiling. Eris was staring up into the night sky.

Below the lights, in the center of the room, there was a bed piled high with so many plush pillows and blankets it could only have been made up with one, very spoiled, person in mind, him. The colors were muted by the dim lighting, dark hues that felt comforting, like if he were to lay down he would melt into the stars above him, adrift into an endless sea.

He moved, almost unconsciously into the room, as if pulled by some magic, toward the bed. Each step was more unsteady than the last and he could feel shadows begin to writhe up his legs and arms, offering support. They caressed the soft spots of his face knowing exactly where he needed that cooling touch. The flush of his cheeks, the plumpness of his lips, the velvet of his eye lashes. His eyes closed and Eris leaned into the feel of them, humming softly to himself. Finally content for the first time that evening and he hadn’t even seen …

Warm, strong arms wrapped around his middle from behind and the perfect softness of Azriel’s face found its favorite spot in the curve of Eris’ neck. He pressed a light kiss to the spot, slowly trailing up, up , up until he readed the supple skin just behind Eris’ ear.

“I was wondering when you might finally show. I have been waiting ages.” Azriel’s voice was rough with want and Eris shivered under the sound of it. He could feel Azriel smirk in response. The bat was always so thrilled when he managed to tilt Eris off his axis, even slightly. It happened infrequently enough that Eris didn’t bother to hide it from him, letting Azriel have his wins where he could.

“And whose fault is that, bat?” Eris said with a hint of annoyance. “You only have yourself to blame.” He may have been trying to make a point but it was nearly mute by the fact that he leaned into every touch offered to him. His back was flush with Azriel’s chest and the movement of it as he breathed lulled Eris into the safety of the moment. The heat of each of those breaths coasted up the side of Eris’ neck as Azriel greedily took in all of Eris’ scent.

“Are you mad at me?” Azriel asked, sounding more amused than worried. The fire in Eris veins wanted to rise up against the unseriousness of Azriel’s tone but it was quickly banked as the male pressed kisses to his temples. Eris leaned back into his embrace.

“I tried to be… but no Azriel.” Eris breathed. Awe still tight in his chest as he cracked his eyes open only to be met with a room full of stars, all for him. “Of course not. I just….”

The Autumn male pressed back even further against his lover, relishing in the way those arms tightened around him, held him together. He was unable to turn around and face Azriel, unsure how to look him in the eye. There were too many emotions written on Eris’ face that he hadn’t been able to process and his lack of control on that vulnerability scared him. It would be unfair for Azriel to see him so unsure when he had gone to such lengths to prepare something this intricate and beautiful for Eris. Aside from that, there was a shred of Eris’ inner fire that wasn’t willing to offer any of that up to Azriel until he had an explanation for why he had been given the runaround all evening.

Noting the way Eris silenced himself, Azriel tugged his arms around him tighter.

“What?” He asked quietly, pressing his lips to Eris’ soft skin over and over. It almost felt like an apology and Eris wondered what the male could be trying to apologize for exactly. He worked his way up Eris’ throat while the heir gathered his thoughts.

In the end, he simply said. “I’ve missed you.” His own arms tightened over Azriels where they were anchored across his abdomen.

“I missed you too.” The gruff voice scratched along Eris’ ear, inviting him in.

Resisting that pull he asked, “Then why hide from me all night?”

“I had my reasons.” There was that amusement again. Eris growled.

“Because you were putting all this together? Forgive me Azriel, everything is wonderful but I hardly think it took you all evening.” Irritation surged in him again but he had been so thoroughly worn out that it was entirely too easy for Azriel to take control. Every touch offered to Eris melted him into submission over and over again.

“Well.” Azriel started, nibbling at the point in Eris’ ear. “I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet but … This isn’t really the gift.”

“I’m too tired to play games, Shadowsinger. Your family has exhausted me this evening.” Eris peeled himself away from Azriel enough to give him easier access to more parts of him as Azriel worshiped his skin with teeth and tongue.

“Don’t call me that, brat.” Azriel complained, letting his teeth sink a little further into Eris’ shoulder. “ I’m trying to be sweet here.”

Eris laughed. “Is that what this is?”

Azriel’s teeth sunk into him, threatening to break skin and Eris couldn’t control the moan that quietly slipped from between his lips. The rumble in his chest warmed something in Eris.

“Well. I’m here now.” Eris continued, letting the brat in his tone shine through as he held out his open palm near Azriel’s face. “I’d like my gift. And don’t say my gift is you. You were supposed to be a given this evening. The only given, I might add, and the only thing I have yet to receive besides this elusive gift you speak of.” He chastised, preening at the trickle of laughter it had coaxed out of Azriel.

“Eris.” Azriel growled, nipping the sensitive skin at his nape. “I’ve already given it to you.”

With his interest peaked, Eris squirmed against Azriels hold until he was able to turn around completely and face the male. Narrowing his eyes, he searched Azriel’s smug face for answers but found none.

“I don't understand.” He said carefully, watching for minute changes to Azriel’s expression. “All I’ve been doing all night is getting tossed around by your family.”

Giving his best dramatic performance, Eris let his arms slink around Azriel’s shoulders and collapsed into his chest. A small, so very slight, pout perched on his lips. Azriel moved to bite them but Eris adjusted just out of reach of those beautiful canines.

“I’m sorry.” Azriel brought a hand up to cup the back of Eris’ head, cradling it softly before using the leverage to bring their foreheads together. “I know they make you anxious.”

“It’s not…” Eris sighed. “I don't get anxious you silly creature…” He pressed his forehead harder into Azriel’s squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt not to smirk. They both knew Eris was full of it. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy them. At least, I enjoy them as much as one can enjoy a group of pests. They don’t hide it very well that I am not like them, that I don’t entirely belong. The only thing they hide worse than that is that they consider whatever it is you and I have, to be temporary. ”

“Do you feel like we’re temporary?” Azriel asked, taking a step closer. Their bodies slot together so easily that it was hard for Eris not to groan at the contact, feeling the press of Azriel’s muscles against his own. Ultimately, he lost the fight and a small sound escaped, egging Azriel on. He thrust gently up against Eris, letting their half hard erections slide against one another. The friction was too light, nearly torture.

“No.” Eris admitted, impossibly quiet. Delicately, a gasp accompanied the word. It should have been just as whisper quiet but the sound was a blast of raw power in his ears. Azriel seemed to agree, replying with his own low groan of pleasure.

“Well, neither do I.” Azriel curled his fingers in Eris’ silken locks and tugged lightly until they could look into one another’s eyes. Even in the low light, the hazel in his stare glimmered like gold and Eris could almost see the fire in his own eyes reflected in them. Unable to stand it any longer, Eris surged forward. The kiss was sweet but hungry and Eris closed his eyes as he leaned into it. They stayed that way for untold minutes, basking in the glow of just being able to be together when there was no urgency to stay alert for fear of being caught. The magical high of sneaking around only lasted so long. Both of them were too old now to properly enjoy it as they used to and there was a bone deep weariness to having to stay hidden.

That was the beauty in this time together but there was still pain too. No matter how long they held one another, it never felt long enough. As it was, Azriel pulled away too soon.

“Did they make you feel that way tonight?” Eris smirked at the protectiveness in Azriel’s tone. There once was a time where the bat would defend his family with his dying breath. That had been a major crux at the beginning of their relationship and subsequently, a major turning point for them as whatever was growing between them started to feel more real. With each passing year, those feelings intensified as did Azriel’s willingness to protect Eris over anyone at the Night Court.

“I- well no.” Eris pulled away to wrap his arms around himself as he thought back on his evening.

“Are you sure? Azriel took a step forward, tugging childishly on Eris’ sleeves until he unfolded his arms from around his own waist. “If I need to kill someone I can. I’d do it for you.” Azriel let his nose graze the length of Eris’ neck. Going pliant under the touch, Eris exposed as much of it to Azriel’s touch as he could.

A gentle hum of laughter vibrated in Eris’ chest as he brought their bodies flush once more. “I’ll take a raincheck. As it turns out, tonight they were as pleasant as I think they know how to be. The castle must be spelled.” Azriel kissed him again, making desperate attempts to crawl as close to Eris as he could. Slowly, Azriel walked them back to the bed until Eris' ankles collided with the low frame and they fell back onto it. Eris' back hit the mattress and he sank into the delicious mountain of textiles. When Azriel’s body landed expertly on top of him, his wings flared out wide to help him balance and Eris gasped in awe. It was always a sight to see but something about the way the purple fae lights tried to pierce through the ruddy membranes was especially ethereal that night and Eris felt like he was wrapped in a dream.

“So, was that your present then? Did you ask them to play nicely tonight?” Eris teased as Azriel made quick work of removing both Eris’ coat and shirt. Letting his perfectly shaped nails scratch along the planes of Azriel’s muscles, Eris ran his fingers up the male’s abdomen under his own shirt.

“In a way. I suppose.” Sitting up, Azriel peeled off his top, taking a moment to stare down hungrily at Eris. His heart was beating wildly and Eris found it hard to swallow. With a lion’s purr rumbling deep in his chest, Azriel bent his body low again until they were touching in every possible place they could touch. “Eris?” He breathed against the flutter of Eris' pulse.

With both hands curled in Azriel’s scalp, Eris only hummed back his answering curiosity.

“Mate me.” The words were nearly inaudible and the nails softly scratching in Azriel’s hair stilled as Eris tried to comprehend what Azriel had asked. Not only had whispered them but the slight tremor in his tone suggested a level of vulnerability Eris isn’t sure he has ever seen from the male before.

“What are you talking about?” He asked carefully, wrapping his arms around Azriel’s back and urging his face closer.

Azriel complied with Eris’ silent request and rose to meet his liquid amber eyes. “I want to bind myself to you in that way.” He finally said after a long time. The tremor in his words was still there but lessened slightly.

Eris sucked in a breath through his teeth, unsure of what exactly Azriel was asking of him. Suddenly the room felt too small, Azriel’s weight felt too heavy on top of him and the world felt entirely too frightening. “But…” He stumbled, “ We’re not…” Confusion soaring, Eris wondered briefly if Azriel knew something he didn’t. Those thoughts emptied from his head quickly, no, he would know if they were…

Bracketing Eris’ head in between his forearms where he rested them on the mattress Azriel filled Eris’ line of sight. His glorious wings, nothing but a glowing shadow above them. Making sure he was the only thing in Eris’ line of sight, Azriel slowly leaned forward until his lips were barely grazing his lover’s. Logically, Eris knew there was no reason for his panic, now so palatable in the air, but if these were the results he could expect, Azriel trying to overwhelm all his senses, he would panic over and over again.

So that they were eye to eye once more, Azriel propped himself up a little higher. The softness from the lights above cradled his frame like starlight carving out the silhouette of a mountain. It strained through the membranes of his wings as he spread them out wide on either side of him. The effect was nothing short of divine. For a moment, Eris felt insignificant, a worshiper kneeling at the foot of an altar.

Ruining the moment, Eris snorted, laughing at himself. It caused Azriel to startle. The bringer of death above him groaned and collapsed on top of Eris before rolling, only slightly, off to the side, holding the male, his male, tightly between his arms and legs where they wrapped around him.

“You don’t want me, not in that way.” His lips pressed into Azriel’s hair at the top of his head, Eris spoke softly. “To be tied to me means to be tied to the Vanserra-”

Azriel huffed into the crook of Eris’ neck, squeezing him just a little tighter. “Stop.”

“Listen to me.” Groaning halfheartedly, Eris tried to push away from him. “What we’re doing here Azriel it’s-”

“Do not finish that sentence.” Azriel growled. Loosening his grip on the male in his arms just enough to grip at his jaw and force their eyes to meet. The hazel was piercing normally but the way Azriel was looking at him now made Eris feel as though his very bones were melting.

“I was going to say,” Eris pushed Azriel off of him again, more successfully this time, and sat in his lap. Now with his thighs squeezing Azriels hips, Eris rolled slowly, grinding down into Azriel as he spoke. Azriel’s wings came up around them both, the talons scraping gently along Eris’ shoulders and back. He shivered. “Was that what we have is precious to me. I have already bound myself to you in the ways that matter. But if you… if you end up regretting-”

“Shhh.” Azriel wrapped his arms around Eris’ waist and sat up, his wings wrapping around them both tighter leaving only a small window above them for the lights above to shine through, winking at them. “I could never regret what we have made together. I will never regret that.” He snarled those last words, gnashing his sharp teeth together, desperate to make sure Eris understood him.

“You can’t say that, not when…” Eris swallowed the urge to push off of him and cross the room. It was instinct to pull away during these moments and start a fight just so he could feel better about leaving. “Not when you’ve always yearned for a mate.”

Sensing Eris’ urge to run, Azriel held him tighter. His lips grazed Eris’ chest so lightly it was almost painful. Soft and warm, Azriel made his way up to the pulse point fluttering heavily in Eris’ neck. His breath hitching with each impossibly light caress, Eris leaned into it.

“Listen to me” Azriel breathed, command sitting heavy in his tone. “I don’t need the Mother to tell me who I belong with…” He kissed his way back down Eris’ neck, sucking small hurts before speaking the next words onto his skin as if he were branding them there right over his heart. “It’s you Eris. I belong with you.”

Thich and burning, Eris' blood began to heat up, moving sluggishly through him like molten lava. Steadier than he thought possible, Eris raised his hands to cradle the back of Azriel’s neck and head, holding the bat tightly to his chest as he let those words settle something in him.

“Az…” He bit out, unable to say anything else.

The lips on his overheated skin turned almost punishing as Azriel worked his way down Eris’ chest. He wrote praises with his tongue in only a language they knew as Eris slowly rolled his hips. Each movement, a wave cresting, bringing them closer and closer together.

Without warning, Azriel pulled away. The loss of him had Eris gasping and he looked down into those deep, unforgiving eyes.

“Let’s have a mating ceremony, Eris. Can’t we forge our own bond?” The hope brimming in that hazel hurt to look at but Eris couldn’t turn away.

The answer on the tip of Eris’ tongue was immediately and genuine but something held him back from that simple word. There wasn’t a lot Eris wanted from the world. He had grown up learning how to play a dangerous game, one he was so good at that he sometimes wondered if he was his father’s pet after all. Safety was a dream he had once wanted for himself but had to let go of early on. Now he found himself wanting it again, with this male, for this male. Safety and joy.

“And Beron?” Eris asked unsure if he wanted to hear Azriel’s answer.

“It’s ok.” Azriel lifted a hand to cup Eris’ cheek. He fell into the embrace on instinct, closing his eyes and willing all other emotion from his expression to dissipate. Eris had been thrust into confusing situations all night, leaving him raw and open for this disastrous conversation. Which, in retrospect, had probably been Azriel’s disgusting plan all along. He knew Eris’ defenses were lax, his masks fragile, after having to hold to them so tightly for an entire evening. Just the fact that he knew Eris so well to understand that part of him sent something frantic but exciting galloping away in Eris’ chest.

“What’s ok? If he finds out-”

“He won’t.” Azriel's other hand came up to cup the other side of Eris’ face and he brought their faces close together again to whisper the promise directly into Eris. Eris’ mouth parted, letting the words in as their lips brushed. A promise he couldn’t run away from. “We can do this together, the same way we’ve always done it for as long as it takes to be rid of him. We’re meant for the light, you and I and one day I’ll prove that to you. It’s ok if it takes a while.”

As he spoke, Azriel’s fingers trailed into Eris’ hair, gently undoing the small, intricate braids Eris had woven in at the start of the evening. As they came undone, those long, scarred fingers scratched gently against Eris’ scalp.

“Completely unfair.” Eris whined in a whisper, continuing his slow, methodical rocking in Azriel’s lap.

Having finished undoing Eris’ hair and letting the silken red curtain fall around them as their foreheads came together, Azirel rocked up into him and they both gasped at the sweet friction. Azriel’s arms found their way back around Eris’ waist and he held him tightly, chest to chest as their motions became more desperate.

“Eris…” Azriel breathed. He said the male’s name with so much reverence Eris wondered if he was talking to him or praying to the Mother. They ground into one another, breathing heaving, words spoken almost unconsciously as frantic need took over. “Eris, accept me. Will you accept me… mate?”

Gasping, Eris took shaking hands and held Azriel’s face, guiding their eyes to meet. His brows furrowed at the emotion there. Where Eris had expected to find foolish passion he found vulnerable fear instead. It was the same thing written across his heart but underneath was the unfiltered love trying to shine through. It overwhelmed Eris and tore down the rest of his defenses.

“Always,” He spoke, staring into the depths of all Azriel was offering him. “Always, mate. I accept everything you have ever been, everything you are or will be. You are mine.” The ferocity of that truth slammed into Eris and even though the words were spoken with quiet veneration, the shape of them was searing, like a heated blade carving the vow onto his very bones.

“Mine.” Azriel echoed, the same gentleness in his tone backed by the same ferocity of the vow.

They crashed together into a kiss that would have ended them if Eris hadn’t pulled away in shock. The third finger on his left hand blazed with magic as a newly created bargain tattoo pickled onto his skin.

The color drained from Eris’ face as he stared at it, completely at a loss for words, his fear permeated the space between them. Azriel only laughed and Eris cut a sharp glare at him.

Choked with emotion, Eris started to protest. “If my fath-”

“It’s ok. Only the ones who bore a piece of the bargain can see it. Beron won’t ever know it’s there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come here. Let me see it.” Azriel let his wings unfurl so Eris could adjust. He turned away to sit properly in Azriel’s lap, letting his back sit flush with the male’s chest as Azriel tucked in protectively around him. He took Eris’ hand in his own, letting his chin drop to the space between Eris’ neck and shoulder and inspected the new tattoo.

It was a crown of stars, wrapped around his finger like a ring. Connected by black whorls and swirls that looked almost like flame or shadow, maybe both, the stars seemed to glow with an inner fire. There was one for… Eris started doing the math in his head, looking back on his evening with a new sense of clarity. One for each member of the Night Court he realized.

“Azriel.” He gasped. “What did you do?” Eris felt himself stiffen as he remembered each of the encounters, and the words spoken to him by all the people he had hoped to one day be accepted by, even Lucien. Where he had seen contempt and reluctance all night, there had been secret acceptance all along.

“I don’t know what those monsters all promised you and you don’t have to share them with me unless I needed to threaten one of them for you…” A canine scraped his neck as Azriel smiled, teasing him.

“No.” Eris replied. His voice was small, stifled with the reluctance to accept all that was being given to him. He didn’t deserve any of it, especially after being so suspicious about their intentions all evening. Though, they could hardly blame him for all they had put one another through over the years.

Azriel turned Eris' hand around, inspecting the stars now written onto his lover's skin. Symbols of the Night Court, of his family, one that Eris now officially belonged to.

“Nyx made a promise?” Azriel asked, pointing to the tiny star hovering between two of the larger ones. Pride and amusement lit up his voice.

“Don’t get too excited.” Eris laughed. “I think we might have to find a way for him to be let out of this one, or amend his promise.”

“He promised to always take your side, didn't he?” Azriel laughed, the robust sound of it vibrating through Eris’ chest, warming him.

“Something like that.” Eris frowned, shaking off Azriel’s touch on his hand and turning his hand back around. “It’s not connected.” He said quietly looking at the blank spot in the middle of the band. Azriel’s spot.

“That’s because I’m not done yet. I don’t know where the future will take us or what is going to happen in your court. What we have now, while something hidden and precious, isn’t meant to stay that way. I know one day we will be able to live in the light like the rest of the ones we love and care for and I am happy to wait until that day.” Azriel said, gently turning Eris until they were face to face again.

“Azriel I-” Azriel brushed Eris’ lips with the pad of his thumb, silencing whatever Eris was about to say.

He continued his speech, a smile lighting up the gold in his eyes. “I promise you… Eris Vanserra, that no matter how or when that day arrives, that until we can walk in the light together… “ He swallowed, a note of vulnerability lacing the confidence in how he spoke. “I promise you that I am wholly yours, in every way.”

Another sting of magic brushed Eris’ finger. This time he could taste it on the back of his tongue, like it was being etched into his very being. When he looked down he saw a new star cresting the top of the band, closing the gap and finishing out his new bargain tattoo. Azriel took his hand in his own and searched Eris’ face for any sign that this was too much. Eris hated that Azriel’s instinct was to watch for him to pull away.

Historically, Eris was the one that reset their relationship time and time again. Whether it was for fear of Beron or fear of feeling too much knowing he wasn’t worthy of it, it didn’t matter. Especially when the look on Azriel’s face haunted Eris. He had seen it too many times, and had been the cause of it too many times.

When he finally peeled his eyes away from his hand and met Azriel’s stare, he offered him a small smile, a sign of peace in hopes that it would help Azriel relax until Eris could form the proper words for the moment. He didn’t want to fuck this up.

Before he had a chance, Azriel spoke up instead. “It’s not a traditional bargain tattoo, it can be amended or … or erased if you-” Fear surged through Eris at the thought that Azriel assumed by his silence that he didn’t want this, all of this and by extension, all of him. He moved without thinking and brought their lips together. It was soft and sincere while Eris tried to pour all of the words he couldn’t say just yet into it.

Fingers tightening where they clasped hands, breaths and heartbeats syncing, Eris pulled away and whispered his own promises back to Azriel.

“You idiot.” He began, earning a laugh from the male across from him. “I know I’ve not been the most careful with this fragile bit of peace we have miraculously been able to create together but for you to think that I wouldn’t want this, want us… you… completely… I.” Eris took a breath and tried again. He was quickly losing control and wanted nothing more than to convey the love he was feeling correctly. “I love you, Azriel. Those words are the single most terrifying things I could imagine saying out loud. So much so that everytime I do imagine them I get sick with worry at all the ways this could go wrong. However, they are also the truest parts of my soul and you need to hear them because you need to know that you are also the truth of my soul. I love you Azriel and I promise myself to you, every piece of me.”

They both gasped slightly as magic coursed between them again. Tears streaming down his stoic face, Azriel brought up his hand to see a tattoo on the third finger of his left hand. The mate to Eris’.

“You and I,” He started his words catching in his throat. “I think we're going to be ok.”

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Israel’s actions are not merely about projecting strength; they are also designed to increase pressure on the axis of resistance. The strategic objective here is to fracture the unity of this coalition by leveraging its military capabilities to flirt with the prospect of an all-out war — an outcome that neither Israel nor Hezbollah, and by extension Iran, truly desire. This calculated brinksmanship aims to unsettle the adversaries, forcing them to reconsider their unified stance and possibly leading to concessions in Israel’s favor. Israel is banking on the notion that fear of further escalation will push Hezbollah and Iran to exert pressure on Hamas to meet some of Israel’s demands during ceasefire negotiations. Additionally, Israel anticipates that any real escalation — particularly one provoked by its targeted actions — would compel the United States and its allies to offer military and diplomatic support. While Washington may not actively seek a major conflict, Israel is confident that the U.S. will not hesitate to come to its aid if the situation escalates. In other words, Israel is pursuing a policy of entanglement and in doing so is taking calculated risks, knowing that if things go awry, the American military will rush to its defense in another war in the Middle East. For some time now, Israel has been gauging the reactions of its adversaries, particularly noting the subdued Palestinian response to its proclamations that it had successfully assassinated Hamas’s military commander in Gaza, Muhammad al-Deif. This observation has led Israeli strategic planners to conclude that while a diplomatic deal remains a priority, such targeted assassinations are unlikely to derail these efforts. Additionally, Israel’s calculations suggest that although Hezbollah and Iran might view incursions into Beirut or Tehran as significant escalations requiring a response, both actors are likely to avoid triggering an all-out conflict that could lead to open warfare. This belief underscores Israel’s confidence in its ability to carry out targeted actions without provoking a broader regional conflict.

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From the basking banks

of our damned lake

some causative void did offer:

a Venusian citizen

with a crustacean’s heart

and her eurypterid lover.

The reaver with mislaid instincts

and her glaring appetite

carved a maze of fairy rings

then plundered in plain sight

an archive of forgotten things—

some fettered, fake delight;

As the man waded in the detriment

of an overheated planet, whose

beguiled cries meant to invite

their long dead requite-ment,

the promise of another life

watched from its glass casket.

“The Crab and the Scorpion” — AXI

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Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah's speech tonight:

Condolences and congratulations.

Today's occasion

The ongoing war in Palestine

The Lebanese front and yesterday's attack in Lebanon

First, we renew our condolences and congratulations from Lebanon to the families and loved ones of the Martyr Haj Qassem Soleimani, Haj Abu Mahdi Al-Mohandes, and their companions who rose to martyrdom with them.

I send condolences over the attack in Iran where the final toll that reached me was about 80 martyrs. These martyrs are on the same path, the path of Al-Quds.

It happens that our calamities and our joyous occasions coincide. I congratulate everyone on the birth of Prophet Issa and the beginning of the new year. I also congratulate all Muslims, especially the women, on the birth of Sayyeda Fatima.

I also mourn the passing of our dear brother Haj Mohammad Yaghi. I send condolences to his family and loved ones, and the people of Beqaa where he spent most of his blessed life. I will speak during his commemoration ceremony this Friday afternoon, God willing.

I also send condolences and congratulations to Imam Khamenei and the Iranian people on the martyrdom of Sayyed Radhi Mousavi in Damascus, who was a dignified Mujahid and offered countless sacrifices.

And to our final occasion, I send condolences and congratulations to the family and loved ones of our dear brother, Sheik Saleh Al-Arouri, and all the Palestinian people. I will speak more on this at the end of the speech.

I recall the words of Imam Khamenei in the telegram he sent me after the martyrdom of Sayyed Abbas Al-Mousawi: the greatest honor to be attained by our people, the most elevated status, is attained when they are killed by the killers of the prophets.

I must also send condolences and congratulations to the families of all the martyrs: in Gaza, the West Bank, Yemen, Lebanon, Iraq, Syria... the families of the martyrs everywhere repeat the same spirit of steadfastness and patience.

I salute and send prayers to the injured, who are enduring pain and yet remain patient, and also the people on the forefronts, who were forced to leave their homes due to the ongoing threats.

Friday's speech will tackle the Lebanese front in more details.

Today's martyrs in Kerman [Iran] remind me of the saying: they fear Qassem Soleimani the martyr more than then feared Qassem Soleimani when he was alive. We see Haj Qassem in our bullets, in our missiles, in the tears of the children...

Haj Qassem Soleimani's goal was to support all Resistance factions across the Axis. The goal was to make these factions self-sufficient on every level, so that they would not need anyone, not even Iran.

Haj Qassem also supported the Islamic Resistance in Iraq during the American invasion along with Haj Abu Mahdi. The Resistance forced the Americans out of Iraq in 2011, despite the guise that it was an agreement with the Iraqi government.

In the Resistance Axis, no faction or nation dictates upon the others where or when to fight or make peace. The enemies of the Axis are known, and the benefits of the nation are designated. We discuss matters together, but every party makes its own decisions.

Some Arab countries do not understand this reality, and thus always make erred analysis and take the wrong stances. They cannot comprehend that Yemen took the decision to block the Red Sea in support of Gaza on their own; that it was not dictated upon them by Iran.

There are no slaves or tools in the Resistance Axis. The factions of the Resistance Axis are honorable and dignified and the stances of every party in this Axis stems from their faith.

Qassem Soleimani's motives were not personal. Qassem Soleimani melted in Islam, and melted in Palestine and Al-Quds.

The victories that were made in Syria, Lebanon, Palestine, Yemen, Iraq... were the blessings of this Resistance Axis.

Of the blessings of Al-Aqsa Flood:

Reviving the Palestinian cause across the world, refuting the "israeli" claim that the Palestinian people could ever forget or abandon their land even after 75 years of suffering, displacement...

The support for the Resistance is at an all-time high, not only in Palestine and Gaza, but across the world, especially for Hamas. This support is unprecedented.

The false image that portrayed "israel" as a "peaceful nation" has fallen; "israel" is now seen as child murderers, terrorists... this is thanks to social media platforms that spread the truth to the world.

Putting a huge obstacle on the path of normalization in the region, and proving the incompetence of the international community, where "israel" pays no regard whatsoever for every resolution.

Completely destroying the false claim of "israel"'s deterrence of its enemies; "israel"'s power lies in deterring its enemies but when Hamas carried out Al-Aqsa Flood, Hamas was not deterred!

Refuting the false claim of "israeli" intelligence superiority; there is a common misconception that "israel" knows everything. That is not true.

"israel" always boasted that they will only enter war where it was guaranteed they would make a quick, decisive, evident victory. 3 months in Gaza alone, and no one in the entity can even claim a single scene of victory.

The loss of trust between the settlers and the "israeli" army, security agencies and political authority; when this entity is no longer a "safe haven", the society that was imported from every part of the globe will collapse. The "israelis" set several goals for this battle of which the eradication of Hamas is one. I tell them: God willing, you will not accomplish a single one of these goals.

The amount of losses in the entity on every level; what is "israel" without its economy? Over 300,000 settlers were displaced from the North alone; this is an added pressure on their internal front.

Destroying the humane image the Americans have worked on creating of themselves in the Arab region; today, the war on Gaza is an American one, the bombs are American, the decision is American. The world knows this today.

There is no place for any settler in Palestine. The one carrying a British citizenship will be told to return to Britain, the French to France, the American to the US. Palestine, from the river to the sea, is for the Palestinian people only!

The war on Gaza has proved that the world will never respect you or even mourn you or shed a single tear for you unless you are strong and express power.

The Resistance in Lebanon stripped the enemy of the element of surprise by opening the front on October 8. If the Resistance had not opened this front first, you would have woken up to find the "israelis" bombing Lebanon indiscriminately. The Resistance proved, by opening this front, that it is not deterred and that it is ready to defend the country.

Last night's attack was not just one attack: it was an attack on Sheik Saleh Al-Arouri and one on Dahyeh [Southern Suburb of Beirut where the people who make up the Resistance reside; it's a symbol of the Resistance as much as the Resistance in and of itself]. We have been engaged in this battle within certain guidelines. This has cost us the lives of many of our men.

However, if the enemy decides to wage an all-out war against Lebanon, you will see all our threats and capabilities before you. I tell the enemy: If you are considering war against us, you will regret it very much. The price will be heavy.

We are not afraid of war. We are ready for it. We are not deterred. And when it is waged against us, then our national interests lie in going all in, to those who speak of national interests. Yesterday's attack was a dangerous event that will surely not go unpunished. The battlefield lies between us, and time will tell.

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[ rudy pankow | he/him ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome BRIGGS MIKAELSON to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 24 year old HYBRID (WITCH/WEREWOLF), who is one of the SACRIFICED but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be IMPULSIVE, but that’s all a façade to cover up their LOYAL nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to FAR FROM HOME by FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

PINTEREST. WANTED. (template cred.)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄:

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: briggs mikaelson 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: b, brig (but mostly just briggs) 𝐀𝐆𝐄: twenty four 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: september 23rd 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍: new orleans 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: new orleans 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: account holder at the bank called mikaelson, occasional pickpocket 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: chaotic neutral, but trying to be good 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: tbd.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂: backwards caps, cloudy moonlit nights, torn pages from old books, combat boots and cargo shorts, closed doors, foggy windows, the smell of burning wood and sage.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: death tw, child abuse tw, fire tw, murder tw

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘:

Briggs lost his mother at a young age, left with very few memories of her and a father who had no control of his temper. The violence escalating as signs of his mother's magic made themselves known, fueled by the emotions rising in the helplessness of his situation. Anger most of all. He is strongest when he's angry, but it makes him volatile...susceptible to repeating the patterns set by his father. Every fight leaving him right at the edge of giving into the urge to take that final victory: the opponent's very life. Both terrifying and invigorating.

One fateful night, the latest rise of his power set the family home ablaze...his chance for escape. Whether his father survived, he still doesn't know nor does he care. He was free.

But he was alone. Until she walked in. In an abandoned building where he'd found a safe place to sleep for the night, he found a home. A home in a person. Suddenly, on the streets of New Orleans, he felt more at home than the entirety of his childhood. However, with untrained powers and a gene pleading to be triggered, it didn't mean Briggs was without struggles. He wanted to protect Billie, build a life with her. Surviving off what he could take from others without their notice, it wasn't much of a life yet, but at least they were alive.

Then came Freya and Keelin, taking the teenager into their care. From them, he was able to finally learn more about his witch and werewolf sides and how to control both. At long last, he had solid parental figures. Yet, for his new life, it had one sacrifice: Billie didn't come with him. Upon discovering Freya and Keelin did offer a safe home, he returned to get Billie when he was met with the first of many lies told to protect him now: she had to travel, follow a lead to find her biological mom. They stayed in touch, though often far away, saying everything but the three words they meant the most.

Two years ago, the world shifted on its axis and he lost three crucial people in his life: Riley's sister, Rory, Lucas's girlfriend, Andy, and Billie. After texts had gone unanswered, he discovered she'd been taken, just like Gemma...except it wasn't just like Gemma. Billie was tortured, and by the time they found their way back to each other after her escape, it was too late and she died in his arms. A loss from which he never fully recovered.

Tricked by a member of the New Orleans's coven who convinced him she would help him save his sister, Gemma, who had been sacrificed three years ago, he was then captured himself, sacrificed, sent to a prison world. His rage stoked anew, he was determined to return to his mothers, his family. Cost was unimportant. Once again, the consequences of his actions have gone without a care to the aftermath.

He is loyal to the Mikaelsons more than any other, especially now. They are the only people he can trust, and there's nothing he won't do for them.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍'𝐒: ⭒ He is suspicious that it was his father who killed his mother, the accusation of the crime led to the fight that fateful evening ⭒ Incredibly hot-tempered and careless, his ability to reign in the wolf begging to be released has diminished after his capture ⭒ Even though he was 17 at the time of being taken into Freya and Keelin's care, he won't be told he's not a Mikaelson. He speaks very, very little (if at all) about his biological parents ⭒ One of the "lucky" ones in that he was one of the last captured and sacrificed, losing only about a month, but the betrayal took some of the last scraps of his trust. ⭒ more tbd.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

parents: freya mikaelson (adoptive mother), keelin malraux mikaelson (adoptive mother), gideon vaughn (biological father - status unknown), waverley vaughn (biological mother - deceased) relationships: billie mikaelson (wife), riley shaw (best friend/platonic soulmate), lucas cadieux (best friend/brother), abel campbell (best friend/big brother), andreia chahal (close friend), nova abe (ex-childhood friend), juno abe (childhood friend/still close friend), more tbd siblings: nik mikaelson (adoptive brother), iliana mikaelson (adoptive sister), gemma mikaelson (adoptive sister) extended family: elijah mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson, klaus mikaelson, kol mikaelson, hope mikaelson, hayley marshall, luna mikaelson, artemis azarov mikaelson wanted: found here

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