#avatar 2 fanfic

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RETURN - PT 1

summary: five years ago he left you. left you alone with nothing but memories of your love. so how dare he come back now?

contents: 1.5k words, fem!omaticaya reader, angst, swearing

authors note: AHHHH first chapter i'm so excited to post this guys!! thankuu to all my mooties that helped me brew this series

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Nothing could ever surmount to the despair you felt that day. The day he looked into your weeping eyes, looked right into your aching soul, and told you he was leaving.

Leaving. You begged him to take you with him. Pleaded with his pained expression to let you stay with him. To take you with him. To walk every journey together.

But he didn’t. He shook his head, pursing his lips that have kissed you for the last time. Crossing his arms that embraced you for the last time. He said no. One simple word that crushed your entire self.

“It won’t be safe, I can’t take you from the forest, this is your home.” No. No he was your home! He was your everything. The last face you look at when you say goodnight to the day left behind you. The one you would run to, so you could tell him everything good and bad. The man you imagined your entire life to be with.

That same man who was running from his home, to never return back to you.

You pleaded with him, crashing onto your knees, wrapping your arms around his torso. Crying into him as you begged to accompany him. How could he leave you? How could he have the heart to tear out yours.

“Y/N…let go.” His deep voice ring deep in your ears. You knew he was talking about your physical grip on him. But it felt so much deeper. Let go. Let go of us. Let go of everything we ever were. Let go of me.

You shook your head desperately, hands still clinging to his body. The rough soil beneath you cutting into your knees but no cut would ever be as deep as the one he had laid into your soul.

It was as if the hands he took to pry your frail body off him were the daggers that were slicing up your heart. Leaving wounds so deep they would never heal. How could you ever heal from this?

You looked up at him, tears letting his cheeks dampen, his face showing nothing but grief as he met your hurt eyes.

“I have to go…Y/N you know I have to.” You did. You knew you had no say in this. Your words were insignificant to begin with.

His figure crouched down in front of you. Wiping the salty tears that stained your cheeks. He saw the way your chin quivered as he caressed your beautiful face.

A salty, sweet kiss was the last one you ever shared with him. A kiss you both cried into, gripping onto each other knowing it was the last time. It was bittersweet. To share a moment so close together only to be ripped apart.

All that connected you both was memories. Memories that now serve you nothing but hurt.

Five years had passed. Five dreadful years.

You were now a 20 year old woman. Adorned with your bow and the physique of a fit warrior. Though no amount of time could ever heal the cuts he left so deep in you.

For the first year, you were nothing but a shell. Never eating, never sleeping. You simply existed. Which was a chore to do without him.

You wished nothing but to stop existing. To stop experiencing every bit of sadness, every bit of grief. To stop mourning the loss of the only man you could ever love.

Tears were your most worn accessory, no one ever daring to tell you they looked bad. Too scared to send you spiralling even more than you already had.

Though, those times you spent rocking in your hammock. Looking at the stars that lit up the night sky, those cuts that ran deep within you, the cuts that caused so pain. They started to seep.

Started to seep blood red rage.

How could he ever have left you? Was he so selfish to not think of the effect this would have on you? Did he simply not care?

How was the one time he decided to act selfishly be the time wounded the one who loved him most? To be so selfish, to claim he would be keeping you safe.

Safe to what? The sky-people that reigned free through your planet. Constantly on the verge of war to aliens that had no consideration for your people. Just like he had no consideration for your heart.

You wanted to hate him. You wanted to hate him so bad, that every memory of him would fade into a blood red image of evil. That every memory would turn into a disgusting thought of a disgusting man.

You wanted to hate him with every fibre in your body. But you couldn’t.

Maybe that’s when everything stopped looking so blood red. When everything dulled out. Nothing mattered, he would never come back.

So with a tainted heart and an aching soul, you accepted that you would never experience the love of your mate every again. Never feel his touch, hear his voice, smell his scent, taste his kisses. You would never be with him.

That’s were Va’tep entered into your life. Barging into your knocked down walls and building a crappy foundation.

Va’tep, Tarsem’s younger brother. One year your elder. A fierce warrior, a man who refused to lose, a man who claimed what was his. And to him, you were his.

Your parents always longed for status. To be high up in the clan. You were their golden ticket, finding your way into the heart of Toruk Makto’s eldest son. They rejoiced in your heart’s residence, rejoiced in the fact that you fulfilled their one wish. They were your number one advocate. Pushing you to train for your rite of passage ever since you became closer with the boy. They worked every inch of their being towards the union between the pair of you.

But the hard work washed away as fast as the waterfall plunged.

Washing away all your dreams, your happiness, your meaning. It washed away your parent’s status, Va’tep being the life guard that pulls them out of the strong currents.

Nothing could ever amount to him though. Your heart resided with someone else as your body laid with his. You felt yourself fill with shame every time you shared a touch. A shiver of disgust running down your entire body. Breaking the vow of your love towards the boy who broke you.

“Where’s your head at beautiful?” That was what he called you. Beautiful. His voice would never be as sweet as his. Never send the right shivers through you.

Va’tep’s calloused hands caressed your cheek, so rough it felt as if he was dragging you with his touch. Everything he did was rough. Rough like the soil you pleaded on.

Maybe this was Eywa laughing in your face. Giving you a man so opposite to the man you craved so desperately. Even after 5 years, Eywa would never let you forget those memories.

Shrugging his hands off your body, he let out a low hiss. One that showed his offence towards your actions. A hiss so quiet, it would only be heard if you cared. But you didn’t. Something else was clouding your mind, taking your attention away from him. And it wasn’t just your past lover.

You made your way towards the growing crowd of people that formed around the entrance of High Camp. Va’tep’s calls after you were silenced by the gasps and whispers of your people that were creating confusion that bubbled in your stomach.

Pushing yourself to the front of the crowd, definitely stepping on the feet of others. You looked for the source of the commotion. Ears perking up and eyes squinting to find the one thing people were gawking at.

Though now as you look towards the source, you wish you minded your business. Everything was coming back. Every emotion, every curse, every thought, every tear. They all fell on top of you, crushing your soul as you let out a small whimper in fear.

The source was making its way towards you. No. No. NO. This can’t happen. This cannot be happening. Feet stumbling as you paced backwards, avoiding looking straight ahead.

Dread filled your entire being. Filling it from your toes until it felt as if it would spill out of you, gurgling in the pits of your stomach. No. No. NO.

Crashing into the back of a person, you were forced to halt your escape. Frozen in shock as you looked at the man who had broken your heart and given it back to you.

Lips quivering, tears pooling in your eyes. He reached his hands towards you. How could he come back? Why was he back? This is all some sort of sick dream. A nightmare.

“My beautiful girl.” His voice was deeper, still so sweet it would cause a cavity. It enticed you. You had been without his voice for so long.

So long…because he left you. Because he was cruel and selfish.

Shaking your head profusely, just like you did that dreaded day. Your hands shook as you pointed at him, an accusatory finger aimed at him as your mind swirled.

“I’m here now.” He should have never left, he should have NEVER left. What a sick fuck. To come back expecting open arms when all you wanted was to never have your arms leave him. “Beautiful? What is it?”

“I am not your beautiful, Neteyam.”

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🌊Love And Guests: Part 6🌊

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Pairing: Aonung x reader

PART ONE: HERE, PART TWO: HERE, PART THREE: HERE, PART FOUR: HERE PART FIVE: HERE

Summary: You leave to speak with Neteyam and it only ends in heartache. As if the emotional events of the night weren't enough, Ronal approaches you with an offer that your emotional state can’t help but contemplate.

Warnings: mentions of crying, it’s a bit sad

Word Count: 3.6k 

A/N: Hello beautiful people, I finally have the next part up and I think we have probably at least two or three parts left? We shall see when I write them.

Also I like giving you guys an emotional roller coaster that’s my explanation for this part <3

(hey azal I was looking through the GIF’s and saw your name so I used your GIF bb, it’s so cute <3)

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After an active evening filled with strenuous activity, Aonung begrudgingly departed from you while leaving kisses all over your body. The only reason he didn't curl into you and demand you stand up Neteyam was that he was sure if he didn't leave, his mother would burst into your home in the same manner she had this morning.

You let him leave with promises that you would only be speaking with Neteyam and that you would see Aonung tomorrow on your tongue.

You spent the rest of the evening trying to prepare the vegetables the boy had left discarded as soon as the subject of his blowjob had come up a few hours ago. Still, your mind was enlightened the whole time with true happiness that even Ronal couldn't have brought down.

Your old friends had returned, and you were mated to a man who treasured you with everything he could give. You quietly giggled to yourself with disbelief as the pictures of Aonung fighting his mother in your honor spread to your mind. It was so embarrassing, but a large part of you loved how he was so defensive over you, as if anybody could drive you away from him.

He was so protective, but it made the sex worth it, and you couldn't lie, his claim of owning you still rang in your head with every move you took. This boy was going to kill you with his words one day.

The night fell swiftly as you daydreamed away while still stuck on cloud nine. But the meeting with Neteyam was quickly approaching and you couldn't wait to see your friend again in such a familiar setting that you hadn't visited in a while.

You scoffed down dinner and dressed appropriately before setting off into the darkness lit up by the bright lights of the stars.

You walked to the beach without much in thought until your eyes perked up as you saw Neteyam standing rather foolishly on the sandy ground, trying to recreate the call of the ilu. His hands were drawn to his mouth to echo the clicking of his tongue, but his call sounded more like a child gargling it’s spit than a strong Na'vi rider.

"It hasn't been that long has it?" You teasingly yelled out, watching Neteyam turn with a sheepish tension in his shoulders that he tried to pair with a smile.

"I didn't think it had", he scratched the back of his head as he stared out to the water with a thoughtful scowl.

"I guess a lot has changed", you offered a friendly pat on his shoulder before you stepped forward and took charge of calling to the Ilus that were slow to approach thanks to the late time.

Neteyam watched you out of the side of his vision. He had been excited to see you again, and he had been stupid to wish someone as exceptional as you would have remained single for him, that you would have waited for him to come back. However, there was also a selfish part of him that deep down wanted to ask why, for the love of the great mother, had you had gotten with the most arrogant brat in your entire clan.

You walked into the shallows slowly. As the waves lapped at your feet, you let out a chuckle that rang in Neteyam's ears and forced his chest to explode with a spark of nerves that made his skin shiver. He wasn't sure if he would be sick or if he wanted to run to hold you.

"Come on, while we are still young!" You hadn't felt this happy in so long, and the call to sleep, which had been affecting you as you ate dinner, was turned to dust as the cold water jolted you awake.

Neteyam smiled and jogged after you, grabbing onto the other ilu you had brought forth, and together you made a bond with each of the creatures that gently trilled and set off to the rock that lay just around the island.

The rock had a special place in your heart as it had been the meeting place for you and Neteyam to get together on when you two wanted to speak to each other alone at night, and as your eyes settled on it, you felt amazed that at least one thing had remained the same.

You approached the flat rock before Neteyam. You gently released the ilu and let it swim back to its family, joining itself with Neteyam's ride that left him to tread water with a couple of mewls meaning goodbye thrown over the creatures shoulders to you.

You would have to swim back tonight, but that would be okay. Usually, swimming alone at night sent an uneasy ridge along your back, but Neteyam was a good friend and a fierce warrior. He would keep his friend safe.

Neteyam reached out to grab your hand, and you hauled him forward with a loud groan as you tried to hold up his body that was weighed down by his muscle mass. He lightly chuckled, and once he got his foot a steady grip on the rock, he let you go and clambered up by himself.

You leaned back, letting out a celebratory 'whoo' as you felt your body relax after the challenging workout.

"You've gotten too big", you laughed as he tried to sit down as close as he could to the edge in an attempt to leave you enough room to seat yourself comfortably.

"We used to be able to fit me, you, and a net between us, remember?" You could feel the energy turn down to relaxing as your blood slowed down its arduous work.

"I'm sorry I've grown into such a mighty warrior that you can't even sit next to me", he raised his arm in a silent offering to huddle next to him, and you debated for a moment.

If Aonung found out you were sitting out here, star-gazing with Neteyam while snuggled up to him, all Hell would break loose. 

But you hadn't seen Neteyam in so long, and surely a hug to combat the cold air that was nipping at your bare arms wouldn't hurt. You were mated, after all, and nothing could change that; even if it somehow could change, you were devoted to Aonung. He was your soulmate.

So, with a nervous nod, you slipped beside him and lay your head on his shoulders to look up at the sky as the sea gently lapped at the rock around you.

Neteyam adjusted his posture around the jagged cuts of stone under his backside to care for your body while he allowed himself a fantasy that this moment could last forever, that this was what it would feel like to be mated with you.

If he could go back in time to his younger self, he would have smacked him around the head and begged him to collect enough courage just to tell you how he felt, but he couldn't, and this was as close as he would ever get to being one with you.

You sighed contently, staring up at the stars, which shone like diamonds, allowing yourself to side-glance at Neteyam's bioluminescent spots that fought against the stars with their outpour of light.

"I missed this", Neteyam breathed out, his chest making your head bop up and down with each breath.

You felt how heavy the words were as he spoke them. You didn't know if he had meant he missed you, the clan, or just how simple things like freedom felt.

"I'm sorry I left", Neteyam felt like he had so much to say to you, and there was so little time.

A few weeks with you wasn't enough but he knew he couldn't keep hanging onto the past. He would let this moment and this time with you heal over any closure he needed, then he would leave you again, but this time he wasn't going to come back with you in his heart.

"I'm sorry you left too, but there was nothing you could do, and you came back, even if it's only for a little while", you felt your own words grow heavy as you tried to keep yourself composed.

"Yeah, but everything's changed; you've changed", he didn't want to bring up your relationship just yet directly, but he could feel the impulse creeping up on him.

"I don't think I changed any more than I needed to, I think you've changed", you stated, taking your eyes off the sky and staring ahead at the dark mass of the ocean.

He looked down at you curiously, he wanted to know what you meant, whether he had changed for the better or for the worse, but you looked so solemn that he didn't want to make it about himself.

"I'll tell you who hasn't changed, Aonung, he is still as jealous as he was when we were kids", he let out an empty chuckle as the subject of your mate made your head stand up on its own.

"I always thought he was jealous of me 'cause he liked you, I didn't know I was right", he squeezed your shoulder playfully as he teased your mate, and you found yourself smiling along as you thought back to a teenage Aonung.

"I don't know if I would say he was jealous 'cause he liked me, he was competitive with you, and that's why he thought he was losing when I would stand up to him and hang out with you instead!" The memory of the number of petty arguments and disputes you used to have nearly every day between the three of you made your eyes roll.

"Do you love him?" Neteyam felt himself speak, but he hadn't known the gravity of his words until you froze beneath his touch.

He had to know where you stood. He hadn't seen you and Aonung together in so long, but the only memories he had of you two were fights. He couldn't imagine you two doing anything intimate for each other out of love, and the thought of you two mating made his skin crawl.

"Yes...I've always wanted to be with him", you took a pause before you spoke, letting the words sink in as you realized it for yourself for the first time.

The mating process had begun because of undeniable horniness for one another but that didn't overpower the care you had been harboring for the chief's eldest son for all these years.

"But?" Neteyam asked before he could stop himself, wondering further if there was a place in your heart left for him.

"But what? You left a long time ago Neteyam", you frowned as your ears downturned to one of sad grieving. He had broken your mind when he left but that wasn't his fault, and you knew he would apologize until he lost his voice for that if he could.

"So you liked me?" There was no hope in his voice, only a curious scientific notion to find out more about the blanks in his mind.

"Neteyam I can't be with you, I am mated", you didn't want to say anything more about how you felt when you were younger, but Neteym had found a thread in your voice, and he pulled at it.

"If only we got here a day earlier, huh?" He sourly joked as he let his arm pull back from around you and hug his legs. He stared out at the ocean, and you turned to watch him with wide eyes.

"Neteyam, that isn't fair", you croaked out, your voice low with a silent demand that he couldn't ask that of you. He couldn't ask if he had been here earlier whether or not you still would have chosen Aonung.

"I loved you, I just didn't know how to say it", his voice lost the stand-offish curiosity and became laced with his personal qualms with you that he had been keeping to himself for a long time.

"Neteyam, stop talking, you can't say these things to me", you stood up suddenly, trying to find it in yourself to leave but you couldn't.

"But I have to, or else I'll never get to say them", Neteyam stood up in a rush to meet you. He held his ground away from you so that you didn't feel threatened, but his emotions took up all the space he left between you.

"It's too late, I love Aonung, and he cares for me! You and I can never be together!" You yelled out, hoping that nobody could hear you out here with the waves crashing on the sore behind you that helped to cut off your voice.

"I know!" He opened his arms to his sides, trying to find the words he had never been taught to use to express himself.

Did you need someone to shoot an enemy? Neteyam could do that for you. Did you need someone to ride into battle without fear for his safety? Neteyam could do that for you. Did you need someone to tell you how they felt? Neteyam could barely get out his own interests around his family for fear of being a burden, let alone trying to tell the love of his life that he hadn't ever stopped yearning after you while you were already in love with another.

"Then why did you tell me?" You cried out, feeling your voice crack and tremble with the anxious thought that this fight would end your friendship.

"Because I still love you, you're the only one I've ever wanted, tell me you didn't feel anything for me back then, and I'll stop, I'll leave if that's what you want", He felt the tears gather in his eyes as the frustration at not knowing what to say choked him. He couldn't decide if he wanted to shut his mouth for eternity or just keep talking until his jaw broke.

"I don't want you to leave!" You cried, breaching the invisible barrier between you and Neteyam to grip both of your hands on his wrists to keep him anchored with you.

"Please, answer me ma y/n", Neteyam's voice was raspy with desperation to turn your heart away from Aonung, even if Eywa didn't bless your union.

"You can't call me that, it doesn't matter if I loved you four years ago Neteyam, you left, and I stopped loving you, I'm sorry that you still do, but I have moved on", you dropped his wrists and fell back, trying to turn away as Neteyam followed you with a single step as you were still both stuck on the rock.

"When did you stop loving me? Was it when I left or when he needed you?" He no longer had the patience of his mother filling him. Instead, he let his father's rage instill in him as he wandered back to all the times you had scowled and complained to him about Aonung.

"Neteyam, stop! I can't love you, and I don't!" You flinched away from him with a final decision that this conversation was over.

You didn't look back to your childhood friend as you jumped from the rock and let the currents drag you away before you sunk lower down and kicked off the ground, aiming to swim home with tears filling your eyes and your heart in shatters in your stomach.

The entire swim back was a nightmare that was enough to leave you shaking. While you desperately tried to stop yourself from crying, you also began to see shadows out of the corner of your eye as the terror that something was watching and waiting to attack you swallowed up your brain.

Logic screamed to you that nothing dangerous was in the reef, and you knew this. You had grown up here your whole life, but the dark water that swelled and pushed you around like debris was terrifying.

Once you finally reached the shore, you stumbled to a stand with the feeling of being watched, still tearing over your skin. Your head swung on a swivel as you looked up and down the beach, but not a soul was around.

It was late, and all you wanted to do was go to sleep and be left alone.

Neteyam's words were still hot on your mind, and it was taking everything you had not to seek out Aonung and cry on his shoulder, but you knew if you did that, Aonung would probably kill Neteyam, and while you were upset with the boy's selfishness you didn't want to see either of them get hurt.

The whole planet felt like it had been turned on its head. Not even two hours ago, you had been walking down this beach feeling like everything was perfect and right in your life, and now you were walking around with your face in a puffy mess as snot and tears poured out of you.

You wrapped your hands around yourself to try and keep warm as you walked back to your pod. You passed a few homes and tried to stifle the sobs you were letting out as to not wake any families. Everything felt wrong, the body you were in felt too small as your soul cried out in pain.

You were on the home stretch, nearly there to the safety of your sanctuary, where you could finally collapse on yourself when you spotted a woman standing outside your door with a sore expression. As your vision cleared with the fresh batch of tears leaving your sight, you identified it as Ronal.

Your hands flew up to your face as you brushed back the tears and wiped your nose on the back of your wrist, you couldn't let her see you like this, but it seemed she had heard your muffled noises and already knew it was you.

"You are late in tonight", she spoke calmly, turning on her heel to let her predatory eyes lock in on your snotty nose and leaky eyes but she chose not to mention it.

"A pleasure Tsahik, but I am tired, and I'm going to bed", you didn't have the energy to continue being afraid of her, and she seemed to respect that as she nodded.

"I hear you have been off with the Sully boy, the eldest one, he is a fine warrior, a good match for you, Eywa speaks highly of the union", she didn't even have the courtesy to let you leave, your hand froze as you lifted the flap to your home and the tears quickly vanished. Your despair turned to frustration.

"He is a fine warrior, that is why we wouldn't fit, he has the heart of a hero, and I have a heart for my home, Neteyam will die for his family, and I will die for mine, but not in the same way", you're voice was low and deeply unemotional as you spoke. This night couldn’t have gotten any worse but here Ronal was trying her best to do just that.

"I love Aonung". You finished the conversation for her and stepped into the house, gathering the courage to say your last words before you closed the flap.

"And if you can't accept it, I won't push you", you let the sail fall stagnant and took a deep breath as you watched the silhouette of Ronal through the fabric.

She wasn't so easily deterred and spoke quietly through the material so that only you could hear her. Even with your neighbours probably being long asleep you appreciated her attempt of discreteness.

"Think about this for longer than a moment, and you will see that this match cannot happen! My son needs a leader for a mate, and you are no leader, you are just a scared little girl who saw fit to satisfy yourself with my son! Find another before your union brings us all down with you", she hissed her last line as she waited for your reply. She was infuriated that you couldn’t see that plainly you weren't good enough, it wasn’t a question of your worth, it was a question of your integrity.  

"We cannot break the bond! There isn't a way! Tsahik, I know you disapprove, but there is nothing that can be done!" You couldn't understand how a woman was so smart yet so dumb. You couldn't leave Aonung because there wasn't a way for you to break off the mating relationship, and you didn't want to leave!

"There is a way, you mate with this Neteyam boy, and the bond is broken, you are left with a strong warrior who will take you to see Pandora, and I am left with a son that will choose again, who will choose better", she was vicious in her word choice, but she tried to lace every line with seduction as if she was painting the picture for you.

"Think about that", she muttered as you felt your world crash around you.

You wanted to say something, but your mouth could only open and close at the preposterousness and pain her idea instilled into you. Before you could stomach a reply, she stepped away, not waiting for your words, and left you with thoughts of doubt and anger plaguing your mind.

You love Aonung, and while you hadn't told that to his face yet, it seemed that you were confessing that to many people tonight.

As you quietly sat to think, you stumbled over to your bed and shook yourself free from the water that clung to you. Before long, the quiet contemplation turned into crying and then to sleep as you lay on your mat and prayed for Eywa to give you a sign, to tell you what to do.

You couldn't betray Aonung. He was your beloved mate, but if giving him up made Aonung a better chief and made his future brighter, why should you be the one to weigh him down? No, you wouldn't be happy with Neteyam, but if you left Aonung, it was the only plausible outlet. You would never have to see Aonung happy with another.

The words swirled and dug into your scalp, but you knew you would have to make a decision soon.

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The Songcords

Neteyam x reader

Jake sully/reader

Warnings: HEAVY SPOILERS!! death,angst. Mourning. Friendzoning! first part takes place after a few months of the way of water.

A/N: Been wanting to do neteyam angst for a while but i was hella scared ngl- i still cry for him. But im extremely proud of this one!!!

The sound of waves crashing surrounds you as your legs dangle off the ledge and your toes touching the water as it rises up and down, Your eyes stay on the water as it moves so slowly. A sigh leaves your lips as you look up to the sky, it was the time where all was asleep and only you remained awake. you then darted down to the object in your hands.

His songcord.

His eyes, His lips that opened gasping for air.

Your vision begins to blur and the tears burn as you lift the songcord close to your face.

The days blurred, you didn't dare count a day where neteyam was not with you. A small cry leaves your lips. And the tears you kept in finally fell and the small cries left your lips.

 It was always like this: Sit,think,cry,and then think again. Time passed and you sat still on the ledge thinking. 

“Hey..” your ears perked up as you turned your head to look behind you,

“Oh..hey!what are you doing awake?”  turning back to wipe your tears quickly you turn back to Jake who slowly sits next to you.

“I should be asking you that..” he huffs out, placing his hands on each side of the ledge, looking out into the water.

“I uh-wasn't sleepy” you reply, balling your hands. Your chest began to feel heavy. Setting your gaze to where the ocean seemed to end.

At the corner of your eye you saw Jake look at you and look back down to his hands

“That seems to be the case for the last few months..” he trails off as your eyes dart to the sky, anywhere that was not jake.

“Im sorry sir…” you said solemnly  out looking down at your hands that remained clamped together.

“No,no i'm not mad at you…” he replied, shaking his head, his hand still on the ledges. His gaze turning back to admire the water.

“What you’ve been doing, helping with tuk..i couldn't ask for more.” he confesses 

You let out quick a ‘hm’ glancing at him, 

“I'm just doing what he would have wanted me to do.” you admit softly with a smile as you keep your gaze on the sky, Your chest rising up and down.

Jake lets out a small ‘yea’ 

The air picks up and your hair flows in the wind, “you’ve been busy '' Jake interrupts the silence once again. “ With tonowari..helping the other as well as lo’ak,tuk and kiri..” he trails off

“I just…” he mutters looking at you, “I just wanna make sure that your okay” he admits and you turn your gaze to his

“I am okay! Tired maybe..but i'm okay” you assured nodding your head as he begins to shake his head slowly. 

“That's not what i mean..” he mumbles out placing hand on your shoulder,

‘You know what he meant.’

“He was your best friend [Name],It's okay.” he whispers, patting your shoulder softly, Looking at him you feel your eyes begin to burn once again.

“I..” your voice quivers, as Jake looks at you. You unclasped your hands to reveal the songcord that was balled up in your hands. The wind flowed through your hair, and your fingers brushed against each bead. 

You softly smiled recalling your memories,

“OH! You got it teyam!!!!” you exclaimed as the yerik fell and neteyam looked at you,

“I did!” he said, rocking his fist in the air softly, as you walked up to him.

“Next…iknimaya!” you add placing your hands on your hips as neteyam runs to the yerik.

After it returns to eywa, neteyam looks up at you, 

“What?” you ask tilting your head and neteyam lets out a small smile

“Thank you.” he admits standing up and looking at you.

“For…?” you trail off, confused. And neteyam lets out a small laugh.

“I always drag you around in my free time…which is..”

“Not much?” you interrupt as he nods “Your my friend teyam…i don't mind.” you admit as you look away, as neteyam nods slowly, thinking about your words.

“Yea..” he mumbles, sounding displeased.

Jake chuckled as you recounted the story to him, as you held the sound cord to your chest.

“He always wanted to show you that he could be a good leader.Always.” you say looking at jake as he turned his gaze to you. As you began,

“Neteyam…would have been a good olo’eyktan..!” you strained out,the tears strolling down your cheeks. “And i…would have stood by him no matter what” You stood straight into jakes eyes. “ but I experienced neteyam. That is what matters-” You hiccupped out. “But-it hurts..so much.” you sobbed  . Jake nudged you closer without any words, but his eyes brimmed with tears recalling neteyam as he looked up at the sky. The sounds of your sobs against him in the night.

That was years ago. 

“[Name]?!” 

“[Name]?!”

“...jake? Is that you..?” a voice called out from what remained of the battle that had occurred, 

“[Name]!” he rushed towards your voice that came from a cargo box.He leaped over the box to you as he set himself besides you.

“[Name], are you alright? Tuk said y-” His words were interrupted by the red liquid he sat in,  his gaze lifted to your body that sat against the box and spotted the wounds on your chest. You sat up and you looked up and him your chest rising up down,

“Jake…you came back for me..” you breathed out, blood dripping out of your mouth. As you tried to move up.

“No no…don't move..” he hushed out, placing a hand on your shoulder keeping you in place.

“Is tuk okay..?” you asked softly looking up at him

“Yea…Yea she's okay” he confirmed, giving you a small smile.

“Th-that's good..” 

“Yea that's so good…thank you.” he said, giving you a soft smile.

“Im…hurt badly jake…” you mutter out looking at your hands now tainted red, as Jake looked at you.

“Don't worry everyone will be here soon okay, we gotta just-” 

“No..”

“No??”he repeated after you as you softly nodded to him,

“Its…” you trailed off, your eyes darting away, as Jake looked at you.

“ Jake can....” you mumble looking back at him. “Can you hold me? Until I fall asleep…?”  you whisper, as Jake slowly nods.

You let out a small grunt as he slid you into his arms and you closed your eyes,

“Jake?” you whisper as he lets out a small “hm?” 

“Thank you for letting me be a part of your family..” you trail off, jake looks down at you as you continue.

“For having a place to stay..having parents..” you add

“For letting me meet neteyam..” 

Jake nods, listening to your words. You were quiet after that.

“[Name]...?” he whispers as he looks at you. Eyes remaining closed.

“[Na-”

“Jake…” you interrupt him, your voice weaker than before.

“Jake, i see him..! He is with me..” you huff out with a small smile as Jake holds you closer.

“He is calling me jake….he's….” your words trail off as as you slowly breath out remain sit still.

The sound of waves crashing surrounds him as he sits on the ledge of his home, The songcords run-through his fingers, Dazed he looks into the water which is oddly still.

Jake takes a deep breath and looks at your form, now forever asleep. Tears brim his eyes and slowly began to cascade down his face. He leans his face down to you and presses his lips against your forehead as he hugs you.

"Jake?" a voice interrupts his thoughts,

"What are you doing?" neytiri asks walking up behind him as jake looks up at her.

"i ah...just thinking." he mutters softly looking down at the two strings in hands.

neytiri eyes land on them as she sits down next to him,

"can i..?" she trails of gesturing the songcords as jake nods and hands them to her.

she lays then on her palms as she admired each bead,

"They chose beautiful beads." she whispered her fingers brushing over each one.

"They did" jake says and neytiri looks up into the sky. Her eyes burned as she began to sob.

jake held her close comforting her. placing is lips against her forehead as she cried into his chest.

"i..." jake muttered , as neytiri sniffed into him she stopped to look at him as he continued,

"They are together again.." he said looking at neytiri as she gazed back at him her eyes red and swollen.

"we experienced them. That is what matters." he states his eyes filled with sadness, as neytiri places her head against his chest.

it was silent as the two parents recalled their son and his best friend. And what the pair could have become.

But they were with eywa now,

leaving only The Songcords.

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FOREVER

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Pairing: Lo’ak x fem!reader

Request: Hi! I’d like to request something if that’s okay! Could you write something with Lo’ak x fem!reader in which he has a nightmare and he dreams that the reader wants to break up with him because they think he’s a disappointment and a shame as his father has said. And then he wakes up crying and as he turns around he sees that reader’s not there because they got up to get water or something so he thinks that it was not a dream. Then finally she comes back and sees him crying and she reassured him that she’ll never leave him. I know it’s a bit cliche and I probably messed up my english but I love this trope sm! have a great day :)

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Lo'ak stared down at the bracelet in his hands, confusion written clearly all over his face. It was the bracelet he had made for you back when he first confessed his feelings for you.

Making it had taken him forever; mainly because he had hand plucked every single bead, and it took ages to gather the perfect amount. In the end though, it had all paid off - as you loved it.

"I will never take it off", you had promised as he secured it around your wrist.

So why did Lo'ak find it hidden away on the ground?

Knowing that you never purposely would take it off, he figured you must have accidentally lost it. So secured his grip around it and decided to find you to give it back to you. After making his way out of his family's sleeping pod, he started looking around for you. However, that seemed to be harder than he first anticipated.

You weren't at any of the usual places, and he grew more and more confused by the second. Eventually though, he checked out the beach and saw you. You were sat down in the sand, your legs crossed and your torso learning back onto-

His brows furrowed as he squinted his eyes.

That couldn't be right - you were leaning onto Ao'nung. Why would you be cuddling with Ao'nung? You hated him, or at least you hated how he constantly picked on you and the rest of the Sully children. However, it certainly didn't look like Ao'nung was picking on you now.

As Lo'ak made his way towards you, he saw how Ao'nung moved his mouth to your ear - and whispered something that made you let out a giggle.

What was happening?

"Y/N?"

The sound of his voice made you lift your head in shock. "Oh, Lo'ak, hi." At the following silence, Ao'nung grinned and threw his arm around you. "Well this is awkward."

He was confused. And angry. But mostly confused. The Y/N he knew would never in a million years betray him by cuddling up to another guy. Yet, there was no denying it; it was happening right in front of his eyes.

Lo'ak could practically hear his heart breaking as you spoke your next words. "I'm sorry Lo'ak, I never meant for you to see this."

His eyes focused solely on you. He has always struggled with containing his anger, and he didn't know if he could control himself if he as much as looked at Ao'nung and his stupid smug grin.

"What are you talking about?" Tears started forming in his eyes. "Y/N, what's going on?"

As you tore yourself from Ao'nung's side, you gestured for Lo'ak to follow you. "We need to talk."

"I- I've tried talking to you, several times, but I didn't want to hurt you. But Ao'nung helped me realize that I'm not happy with you anymore Lo'ak. I'm sorry."

A pit formed in Lo'ak's stomach. "What?"

"I'm sorry. I just think I would be better off with Ao'nung. He's great. He's the future Olo'eyktan, and you're just.... nothing."

He repeated your words back to you, in shock by what you were saying. "I'm... nothing? How can you even say that, Y/N?"

You shrugged slightly, "I'm just being honest - I don't want to hurt you, but you have to see where I'm coming from. Even your dad said it, you're kind of a disappointment."

"Face it, Lo'ak," you continued, "you're not good enough for me."

As you turned away from him and started walking back over to Ao'nung, your last words started replaying in his head.

'You're not good enough for me.'

He knew that your words were true. He wasn't good enough for you. It wasn't a secret, he had just hoped for you to never realize it, but now you had.

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With a gasp, Lo'ak opened his eyes.

As he realized that it had all been a nightmare, he sent an internal thanks to the Great mother.

He moved his arm over, reaching for your sleeping frame. However, to his dismay, he found your usual spot empty.

In an instant, his doubts reappeared. Had it not been a nightmare? Had you actually left him?

He tried to calm himself. Taking deep breaths as he looked around the pod, his eyes searching for you. No luck. You had to be somewhere.

Deciding to look outside, he felt his foot touch something on the ground.

As he picked the item up, he panicked. No matter how many deep breaths he took, he couldn't stop tears from forming in his eyes.

It was the bracelet.

A sense of déjà vu hit him, alongside a wave of panic. Once again, he forced himself to calm down, and to walk outside the pod. He was sure there was a reasonable explanation to why you were missing.

It had to be.

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The gentle breeze and the smell of ocean hit him immediately as he exited the sleeping pod. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the outside, but when they did, he finally spotted you.

You were sitting not far from the pod with your feet dangling into the water. As he approached you, he saw how your ears perked up as you heard him come.

"Hey," you smiled up to him as he sat down next to you.

"Hey."

Immediately as he spoke, you noticed that something in his voice was off - meaning that something was bothering him.

Your hand automatically linked itself with his, and you started playing with his fingers. "What's wrong?"

At first confusion laced through you as you saw him lift his hand up, but then you noticed the item delicately placed in the palm of his hand. The bracelet that he had given you when he first started courting you.

"Oh no, it must have fallen off! You know I would never take it off on purpose."

You held up your own arm, and gestured for Lo'ak to put the bracelet back onto your wrist. But even when the bracelet was safely restored, you sensed how something was bothering him still.

"Ma'Lo'ak, something is wrong still, I can feel it. What is wrong?"

Lo'ak let out a involuntary sniffle. It was kind of embarrassing really... He was a grown man, he shouldn't be this emotional. But he couldn't help it, you made him soft.

"Just a bad dream, and then it spooked me a little that you weren't next to me." As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his embrace.

You happily leaned back into his chest, letting out a content sigh. "I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to wake you by tossing and turning all night."

"Doesn't matter," he mumbled into your hair, "I'm just glad to have found you."

Curiosity got the best of you, wondering what Lo'ak possibly could have dreamt to have him this shook up. "What did you dream of anyways?"

"I dreamt that I lost you."

The sadness in his voice made your heart break.

"Well, that will never ever happen. I'm yours for as long as it takes you to get sick of me."

He leaned his head forward to leave a soft kiss at your temple. You felt the warmth of his breath hit your face as he spoke again. "I'll never get sick of you, Y/N."

"Then I'm yours forever," you promised with a loving smile.

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VALENTINE'S SPECIAL

pairings. ao'nung x fem!metkayinan reader

summary. valentine's day rolls around for the metkayinan village, ao'nung takes this opportunity to finally ask his best friend to be his valentine.

warnings — implied violence, fluff, best friends to lovers

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"One, two, three, four, five..." a voice whispered. "Wait, no, fuck- one, two, three." the deep voice stuttered. Tsireya had watched her brother from behind as he counted the red and blue flowers in his grasp.

Today was valentine's day, a day where couples were able to show their love. A day where you could spoil your significant other. A day where you either get accepted as a lover or rejected; Ao'nung wanting to be the first option.

He wanted everything to be perfect for his best friend, knowing you were going through a rough time with your own family. He wanted to be a reason why you were able to find comfort. So here he was, gathering your favourite coloured flowers, along with snacks he overheard you talking about with his sister, Tsireya. And now, his favourite part of the gift, a handmade necklace with a matching arm cuff; laced with white pearls, pink seashells and a bright-green pendant in the middle. The arm cuff being marble, mixed with the colours of pink and green. Little white hearts being hand painted on all around the cuff. He could only smile at the thought of your reaction when he was able to show you your gift.

He smiled to himself proudly, finally being able to pack everything in the handmade basket he weaved a few weeks ago, with the help of Ronal and Tsireya of course.

Considering you both were close as ever since young, Ao'nung had finally come to his senses and wanted to act quick by admitting his feelings. Especially now that you were both at a mature age and grown up, he also witnessed secret admirers try their best and court you. Ao'nung definitely did not like it at all.

He was stubborn at best. And if he were to think for a second, that he'd let you be courted by anyone other than him? He'd be a very unintelligent boy.

"Oh my Eywa, finally you're done." Tsireya groaned.

"Yep! I'm going now. Bye," Ao'nung said, rushing out the tent.

"Huh? Hey- you said you were going to help me with my gift for Lo'ak! Ao'nung!"

Tsireya found it no use screaming anymore as the boy had already made his way out.

The night prior, he had told you to meet at your secret spot that you both shared. A spot you both had found while you both decided to ditch your duties and rest. A cave almost, with a body of water where you can relax and swim, and hard flooring with moss and stones. It wasn't the best spot at first, but over the few months, you both made it a chore to clean up and decorate it with things you loved. The rocks were replaced with pillows stolen from each other's huts, as well as blankets. A handmade wooden table and shelf that held shells you had found on the beach together. Bioluminescent paint had decorated the plain dark rocks. Finger painted doodles had made their way on the walls of the cave.

The Metkayinan teenager had hope you arrived a bit later than he did, as he still wanted to check the cave and fix a few things. He roamed around the cave, placing the gift basket onto the table before making his way toward the mini pillow fort he made earlier. He sighed, his nerves weren't helping with how he was feeling at all.

Before he could get up, smaller hands slapped against his shoulders pushing him down onto the soft blankets.

"Nung!" Your voice rung, giggling.

Ao'nung couldn't help but smile. Instantly turning around and grabbing you by your waist and plopping your figure on his waist.

"Yawne. You came."

"Yeah, well you asked me to come, so..." you smiled shyly, hiding the heavy blush on your face.

He smiled hugging you, hiding his head in your shoulder, small pecks on your neck. Wrapping both of your arms around his neck, while you chuckled softly when he did whatever as he pleased.

This type of affection between you two was never something you talked about. It was a casual thing for the both of you, seeing as you were close as ever. It first started off when you decided to sit on his lap without warning him, so he casually wrapped his arms around your waist while whispering jokes into your ear. From then on, being this close to your best friend was casual, though villagers thought you were being courted by Tonowari's son.

"I apologise if I'm a bit late, I got stuck in the village. I ran into Kä'ey on my way here," You paused, fiddling with your fingers.

Silence ran through the air as Ao'nung laid his chin on your shoulder.

"What did he want?"

You fiddled with the curly ends of your hair that fell forward, "He asked to be my valentine, but I said no."

Hearing this, Ao'nung moved back, now facing you as you stared at him.

"Why is that?" Ao'nung asked, testing her.

"Because we are each other's valentine every year. You're my best friend, he is not." Saying this, he noticed the way your lips formed into a thin line. The way your mouth had begged your mind to say more, but you kept quiet. "What else is in that mind of yours, flower?" He asked.

"It is stupid." You tried stalling, getting up, but to no avail, he gripped both sides of your hips and forcefully placed you back down onto his lap. One hand placed on your thigh, while the other made its way at the back of your neck.

You were keeping something and he did not like it one bit. You both had a friendship where you shared everything. Seeing you so quiet now, it made him think you were hiding something. Hiding something from him.

"Tell me. What is bothering you? Did he say something else?"

You huffed. Your breathing patterns went from from fast to slow, trying to compose yourself.

"The way he asked," you looked up at him as he waited for you to continue. "It was as if he asked to court me."

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. He clearly remembered a few days ago when he told most boys, mainly Kä'ey, that he was going to court you and telling them to stay away from you. His anger bubbled inside, only staying calm when he found you looking at him.

"But that isn't what's bothering me. I just.." You trailed off.

"Every year, we're each others valentines as best friend. But when he asked, it made me realise I wanted more. I wanted more of us." Your heart fluttered as you tried your best getting out the words.

"I nearly said yes when he did but I said no. But the main reason I did so, was because I imagined him as you. I imagined it was you asking me to be courted. I just- I'm not sure how to say it, but forever, I've always wanted us to be more than just friends."

You continued to ramble on as the boy you sat on kept quiet. A rush of adrenaline had gone to his cheeks, his face turning purple. And without hesistation, he grabbed your face with both of his palms, placing his lips on your soft ones. Your lips moved in sync with his, the longing kiss going slow. The way his lips moved against yours was perfect.

Soon after, you eventually pulled away gasping for air. When you pulled away, Ao'nung adored your flustered state. Your cheeks turning into a dark shade of purple.

"I never knew you felt the same way, Yawne. I have wanted something like this to happen since forever."

"Really?"

"Really."

He said finally, pecking your lips for the last time. "But before I ask you to be mine," He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to get off. Doing so, he got up and strolled over to the table. "I got you something." He smiled.

"Nung, we agreed on no gifts for each other." You frowned, looking at the basket he held.

"That was an agreement we made when we were best friends."

"Were?"

"Yep. When we were best friends," He said again, sitting down beside you, setting the basket in front of you. Pulling you closer with one arm on your waist, his free hand on your jawline, making you face him. "But now, will you be mine, Y/N?"

You gave him a small smile before leaning in closer to him, pecking his nose. You nodded when backing away. "You are mine as I am yours." He said lastly said, before going for another kiss. A longer kiss that may have involved a bit of muscle.

When the night ended and Ao'nung walked you back to your pod, you gave him a little peck before running into your tent with a giggle. He chuckled lightly and made his way in the opposite direction of your tent. Except, he didn't walk back to his own marui. Instead, he walked over to a tent that belonged to a 'friend' of his, Kä'ey. The stupid bastard he specifically told not to make a move on his now girlfriend.

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Mama’s boy chapter 2

Plot summary: Spider works up the courage to ask Quaritch about his mother. He’ll quickly learn that his mama was just as feral as he is.

Relationships: Spider Socorro and Miles Quaritich Paz Socorro/Miles Quaritch

Authors note: first thank you all so much! you have no idea how much all your likes on the first chapter meant to me. I really hope you all enjoy this chapter as well. It has a lot of my own headcanos for what earth is like in the Avatar universe so I’m really curious (and a little nervous) what you all think of this chapter. Enjoy!

______________________________________________________________The whole squad was laughing at him. His son was laughing at him. Even the wind seemed to be howling with laughter at his expense.

“Mama really put you in your place.” Spider managed to get out between breaths.

Quaritch shrugged. “Wasn’t the last time either.” The admission brought a fond little smile to his face. For a moment all the noise around him faded away as he basked in those memories. Then the grief and guilt crept in and the world crashed back into focus.

Spider didn’t miss how the man's eyes lit with his smile. He watched the recom, stare off into the distance, wondering what thoughts the man was wrapped up in, before Spider saw his eyes darken, the smile slip. The change was so small, but it made Spider’s smile slip too, his laughter dying away. “So what happened next?”

“Hmm” Quaritch was snapped from his thoughts. He had registered his son speaking to him but the words hadn’t processed in his head.

“After mama went off on you. What’d you do?”

Quaritch looked at Spider directly now “I went back to my room.” He was extremely blunt with his words, knowing full well that was not the answer his boy was looking for. Spider groaned in that over the top, frustrated way, that teenagers just excel at, rolling his eyes at him. Quaritich chuckled in that way only a devious parent can, after intentionally annoying their child. 

“You know that's not what I meant.” said Spider exasperated.

“Alright, alright.” Quaritch held his hands up in surrender. “I went back to my room..” Spider’s frustrated groan filled the air again and Quaritch had to hold in a laugh “.... and I pulled your mama’s file.” That caught Spider's attention. Was Quaritch about to tell him his mama’s back story?  

“Before I get into that though I need to know. What do you know about Earth son?” 

Quaritche’s question caught Spider a little off guard but he answered “ah its dying?”

The squad snickered a little at that. Quaritch just rolled his eyes. “Yes, it's dying. What else?” Spider answered with a shrug. Quaritch felt a spark of anger, flare up inside of him. “Do you mean to tell me that no one, not Sully, not those traitor lab coats, nobody, ever told you a thing about Earth?” 

Spider just shrugged again “ I never really cared, so I never really asked. Pandora's my home, so I was taught this planet's history.” That  was a bit of an oversimplification if he was being honest. His species were colonizers. He couldn’t allow himself to care about their history.  

 That stung Quaritch. Sure the kid was born here, but his parents were still from earth, his ancestors, his very species was from earth and he didn’t even care. 

“Well let me educate you then boy.” Quaritch had to stop himself from out right hissing these words. He took a breath and continued “ Over the past hundred years now Earth has been on a steep environmental decline but in the last fifty-ish years things have been getting down right apocalyptic. I remember when I was about six, maybe seven, a massive hurricane, the most horrific ever seen in recorded history, completely submerged the entire south- eastern coast of the United States. The water never receded either. An entire landmass gone in less then a day. Millions of people dead.”

    Spider’s blood ran cold. He couldn’t imagine something so horrific. What would  something like that do to the minds of the people who’d lived and witnessed that?

“That wasn’t even the first time something like that had happened.” said Z-dog solemnly “loads of coastal land masses were lost long before any of us were born due to the rising oceans.

“But that's nothing compared to the land that's just completely un-livable now because of pollution.” added Mansk equally as solemn. The entire group was now so formal and stiff it was like they were at a funeral, a sharp contrast from how happy and energetic they’d been just moments before.

Quaritch nodded to his comrades “Cities are completely over crowded, but not because of overpopulation. It’s like Z-dog and Mansk said. There’s just not a lot of land that people can safely live on.” 

Wainfleet let out a bitter little laugh “ The land that is livable definitely isn’t much better.” Spider wanted this all to stop, it was all just too horrible, but he couldn’t make his mouth form the words. He kept listening, feeling like he was made of stone, completely incapable of moving.

“So that’s Earth.” Quaritch said “ Most people have just given up. Birth rates have been dropping sharply for decades. At first, it was mainly because all the chemicals in the water, and food, and the air, causing  a lot of people to be infertile. But after a while, when the writing was really on the wall, it just seemed cruel to bring one more person into the world. One more person to go down with the ship.”

“That’s bad for business though,” Quaritch continued. Spider was finally able to manage giving him a questioning look. “Well think about it kid. The R.D.A runs pretty much everything. A business constantly needs more workers and more customers. When the workers you have get too old to work, and you don’t have a young body to replace them with, what do you think happens?”   

Spider couldn’t answer. The question made him sick thinking about human beings being reduced to nothing but cogs in a machine. 

“Children are precious commodities on earth” Quaritch went on not caring for his son's discomfort. The boy needs to know. “If someone is unlucky enough to have one, 99 times out of 100 they can’t afford the kid. But that's okay. The R.D.A group homes are always happy to take in another future factory worker.”

“Or solder.” Said Ja, his voice dripping with bitterness. Spider didn’t miss Z-dog and Mansk’s tensed muscles and angry eyes either.

“There are four types of youth on earth.” Said Quaritch holding up a finger with each type to make his point. “There's the kids born to the ultra rich, spoiled brats who live in a domed bio controlled city, who will one day be handed a cushy well paying management job in the R.D.A.  There's the group home kids who are tested, trained and conditioned for whatever job some computer deems them best suited for. Then there's the rare case where a kid is actually raised by one or both parents but more often than not those kids turn into the fourth type, the disaffected youth, hopeless young thugs who run wild on the streets, without a care in the world, for who they hurt, if they get hurt. And why bother caring. The world's ending.” 

“What does this have to do with my mother!” Spider croaked out. He sounded like he was about to burst into tears. Quaritch looked at him then, seeing that tears were about to start falling from his son's eyes.

“You need to know!” Quaritch hadn’t meant to yell but he couldn’t help it. “You need to know where she came from to understand her.”

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  Paz Socorro. Just thinking that cocky bitches name made his blood boil. Quaritch didn’t bother to go back to bed after returning to his room. Why bother? It was 0300. He’d just have to be up in an hour anyway.

So he killed time by pulling her file. 

Name: Socorro, Paz. 

Age: est. 28. Estimated age? That's weird

D.O.B: N/A. Even weirder

 It went on like that. Any information that should have been recorded when she was born was just a big old question mark. So he skipped all that and went straight to her military career. 

He had briefly had the thought of finding a way to make her rotate home but one look at her list of accomplishments knocked that idea out of him. Best in her class by a mile. Became a flying ace in a day. Dozens of dog fight wins. Multiple successful bombing missions. 

She’s the best pilot here. He thought bitterly. Not the best new pilot, no, hands down the best pilot on Pandora. He’d be an idiot to send that away just because she’d wounded his pride. Which seemed to be the general conscience of every commanding officer she had ever had because Socorro’s list of reprimands and disciplinary infractions was just as long as her list of accomplishments. She was disrespectful, disobedient, did whatever she wanted, had even disregarded direct orders more than once. If it wasn’t for the fact that new recruits were hard to come by, she would have been dishonorably discharged years ago. Hell if she wasn’t the best of the best she still might have been kicked out.

Why had a woman like this even enlist in the first place? He scrolled down to the year she enlisted. Immediately everything started to click.

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“A couple decades ago” Quaritch explained to Spider “ A bill was passed called The Youth Reformation act. When those young street punks, I mentioned earlier, would eventually get arrested they’d be given a choice- Prison or the Military. Seemed like a win win to the masses. Violent thugs off the street. A boost to the military's ever shrinking number of new recruits….”

“That doesn't seem like much of a choice.” It made Spider angry just thinking about it.

Quaritch huffed, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth “Your mama said the same thing.”

“So mama was a criminal!” That shocked Spider. He couldn’t imagine the woman in the one picture he’d had of her, being capable of anything other than love and kindness. Then again, a picture was just that. Reality was alway harsher.

“Eh, I’d say she was justified for the most part. She probably took things a little too far though. Mama was always a scorched earth type. Especially when she was angry.” That made Spider shiver 

“What’d she do?” Spider didn’t know if he actually wanted the answer but he couldn’t stop himself from asking. 

Quaritch was about to answer (as tactfully as possible) when the wind picked up. The campfire danced, their plates and cutlery from dinner blown away, hair whipping into their faces. The force nearly slapped him sideways. It almost seemed like a warning. That's stupid, Quaritch thought. But he did think better of what he was about to say. 

“She was just trying to survive…”

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Quaritch knew that when young punks got arrested the prosecutors would try to throw the book at them. Every minor infraction of the law would be drawn out and made massive. It turned petty crimes into ten year sentences. The powers that be, really wanted to encourage military enrollment. Quaritch got the feeling that wasn’t the case with Socorro though. Grand theft, breaking and entering, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon and..

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“Arson!?” Spider emotions had been on such a roller coaster tonight. How much more of this could he take?

“It was just third-degree.” Quaritch said nonchalantly. He decided for tonight at least, not to tell his son the story of one of the most traumatic moments in his mothers life. Paz never talked about it much. Or any of her many tramas for that matter. She had always kept those parts of herself locked away, buried under a hundred layers of snark and a spitfire attitude. She’d scream about it in her sleep sometimes though. The anguished, animalistic noises that would exploud from her lungs would haunt him forever. He didn’t need to burden their son with that pain. 

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Socorro’s early years weren't much better. She had been a group home kid. But unlike most kids, who were given up at the hospital, Socorro was brought there when she was approximately three years old.

She’d been found wandering the streets completely abandoned. That explains the age and birthday thing. She’d been too young to know. 

 Her test scores showed that she was crazy smart, practically a genius. Her biggest strengths- logic, reasoning and strategy. Academically there weren't really any subjects Socorro was bad at, in fact she pretty easily excelled at everything. The catch? She had A.D.H.D. And she had it bad. She’d pick up on things so easily that she’d quickly get bored, and start climbing the walls, or run around, or play with things she shouldn’t, just generally being energetic and disruptive. 

Her caretakers forced her into every activity under the sun just to try to wear her out.

Sports? She hated them. She was deemed overly competitive and aggressive. Dance? She loved it but couldn’t pay attention in lessons to save her life. Martial arts? That was a winner. She loved fighting with people. Gymnastics? Another winner. She had been doing cartwheels and somersaults long before she even knew the names to those moves. Art? Not so much. It always turned into a chaotic mess. It was Paz’s idea to try fencing. She’d read a lot of books with sword fighting and thought it’d be cool. It was in fact very cool. 

And then? She ran away. Quaritch had never heard of anyone pulling that off. The R.D.A kept their kids locked up tight. They couldn't risk losing a single future employee. But she had found a way out. At age eleven no less.

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“She told me once that that place felt suffocating to her. She was never alone, could never make her own choices, hardly ever aloud outside. Being homeless and running wild just fit her better.”  At least I was free, he could hear her say. 

Spider was taking everything in. Life on Earth sounded so brutal and cruel. How anyone could survive there…. 

And then he realized, they’re not. Earth was filled with nothing but hopeless, angry, people barreling towards their own extinction. You either fight or you die. 

His mama had chosen to fight for her life.

The soldiers surrounding him had chosen to fight.

But Eywa, why did they have to destroy everything in their wake, and call it survival.    

[qvrcll]

contains: angst + just a brain storm / character analysis (if you squint) really — ☆

character: jake sully 𓂃୭̥

i’m not sure if someone has already spoken about this but to imagine the unmitigated terror coursing through jake in this moment, humanity’s hark back of greed, is horrifying to digest.

one minute, he’s counting the various kisses of luminance on his mate’s skin, listening to her breathing echo through his skin and count her breaths for life — and the next, the sky is littered with light. with flame. with heat. the escape to the forest must’ve been gruelling, ignoring the stark bite of wood and stone as the two of them skirt away from the site of the descending airship — the look of pure defeat and anguish on jake’s aged, wrinkle eaten face that he’d fathered all these many years from, as he sees the object of his abhorrence situate itself on this planet once more.

he remembers the inhumane groan and tear of the metal, eating at the green even though it was dead. many of them, trampling through the colourful fauna and livelihood and breathings — he almost doesn’t know if he wants to cry or laugh at the thought. its so innately evil, to destroy this form of breath, he thinks. had they learnt nothing?

and whilst he drapes his arms across his mate, rattling with her torn cries and watching the flames blemish the blue of his home, do you think he felt anger? or sadness? or some emptiness of losing part of this new life again, so fast? do you think the wind felt the hurt too? tried to provide a breeze for the scathe the mother had sustained? do you think she cried back?

and when he limps home on foot, barely holding himself and his mate together — do you think the pieces stuck by themselves? do you he made a promise to himself, the dead as a witness? do you think the only thought wracking his mind were his poor children, home as of now, immune to the hurt numbing his veins? how he would need to shape them a new life across some horizon that wasn’t burning, so their skin was uncluttered by his bruises and his sins? did he bite his cheek and muffle his cries and pensively beg to ewya on his own two feet, like all those years ago?

do you think he thought he lost it all for nothing again?

© 2023 qvrcll ! do not repost any of my works on any platform.

[neteyamslovrr]

hii, can you do aonung x f reader where the reader gets injured underwater and aonung doesn’t find out he sees her body being carried and he’s gets so worried to the point that he starts lashing out with angry at everyone and at the end of the day he’s just sitting on rock and he starts getting emotional and the reader comes to comfort him and they like kiss and cuddle, just him being really soft after getting really aggressive with everyone

BITTEN

summary: bitten by a mysterious fish, Y/N is rushed to the tsa'hik not without worrying the crap out of ao'nung first.

1.4k words, fem!sullyreader

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You had been swimming with your siblings along with Ao’nung and Tsireya since noon.  The sun now beginning to move slowly down the sky to reveal beautiful arrays of colours.

You had been talking with Kiri and Tuk. Well, listening to Tuk talk to you and Kiri, as she went on continuous blurbs of creatures she had become fascinated with.

“Tuk is it not time to see if mum needs help with dinner? It is your turn to help today.” Neteyam said to her as he noticed his sisters increasingly disinterested faces.

“Oh no! I forgot. I hope mummy isn’t mad.” Tuk let her little hands cover her mouth as Neteyam chuckled.

“She won’t be Tuk-Tuk I promise, come now we’ll see mum. Okay?” Neteyam looked at you both as you gave thankful smiles to him as he ran out of the water with Tuk.

Lo’ak turned to you both “I thought she was never going to shut up.” As the words left his mouth Kiri smacked him on the arm.

“Don’t tease her.” Kiri scolded as Lo’ak poked his tongue out at her.

“If all you guys are going to do is wade in the water, you will never learn to swim.” Ao’nung snickered behind your ear, a sneaky hand travelling behind to rest on your waist, your chest starting to warm up as your heartbeat faster instantaneously.

“Then take us swimming, not that hard.” Lo’ak scoffed, the rivalry between the two boys being apparent in every interaction they had. Kiri glared at him again, a reminder for Lo’ak to keep his father’s words in mind.

“Of course.” Tsireya chimed in before Ao’nung could snap back at the skinnier boy. She dived into the water her body creating small ripples in the surface as the rest of the group followed her motion.

It was peaceful, all of you moving through the water together. The coolness of the sea surrounding you as you kept your eyes occupied at the beautiful sights around you. The bright colours, abstract animals and immersive sounds of the ocean around you, it was just so utterly amazing to you.

That was until you met the dark side of the ocean.

The others were way ahead of you, your distraction leading to your loneliness in the big blue sea. You were so immersed with the school of bright yellow fish in front of you, you didn’t realise there was a larger fish coming up behind you.

The fish was the length of your calf and as wide as your torso it came up behind you, its eyes seeking food, the bright yellow fish that were in front of you. As you swayed to the movement of the fish, the larger predator grew impatient.

Its large mouth opening to reveal rows upon rows of sharp pointy teeth. Sinking into the flesh of your thigh blood immediately seeped out of you.

Your painfully loud scream not only scared the big and small fish away but also alerted the rest of the group who turned to see the water around you a bright red.

The pain was unbelievable. It felt as if your entire leg was debilitated about to tear from the rest of your body and sink down into the depths.

“Shit Y/N!” Lo’ak’s shout brought you back from your flickering reality. “Kiri help me bring her back! Hurry!” Kiri swam with urgency, her and Lo’ak holding your body to the top of the water as you cried in pain.

Ao’nung was oblivious to the whole ordeal. He was never one to stay with a group while swimming and just like you took off on his ilu part way through, why? Because he was bored, why else? He’s a teenage boy.

But the fear that was sent through his body like a shockwave when he saw your pained expression and blood-stained body made his heart drop through him.

He was urgent to ride his ilu quick to shore trying to catch up to your sprinting siblings that took you to his mother’s hut. “What happened to her! What has happened?!” He shouted in an attempt to make Lo’ak or Kiri hear him. He was desperate, any sense of being reasonable about his reaction was slowly slipping away from him as he heard your pained groans grow louder.

While he shouted incoherently Lo’ak and Kiri cried out for help as they reached the village. “Help! Y/N is hurt! Please help!” Kiri screamed out as her arms grew sore from carrying your body.

“What has happened?” Ronal asked in a calm tone ushering you to be brought to her tent as your parents came out of their tent.

Neytiri gasped loudly followed with a shriek. “My baby! My child what has happened!?” You couldn’t get any words out only cries and grunts of pain as Ronal inspected your bitten thigh.

“Everyone out! Now!” Ronal rushed all of the kids out, only keeping your parents in the tent as you breathed harshly every time she applied ointment to your wound.

Outside of the tent, Ao’nung had run up to the entrance only to be stopped by his Neteyam, a handout between the curtain and Ao’nung’s heaving chest. “Can’t go in. Tsa’hik orders.” Neteyam said sternly his eyes filled with concern as another pained groan was let out from the inside of the tent.

“C’mon let me in bro.” He pleaded. He wasn’t a beggar but the desperation was changing his normal thinking.

“I can’t, its just our parents in there.”

“For fucks sake! Bro I didn’t even see what happened to her just let me see her!” Lo’ak then turned to the two bickering men, your blood still on his hands.

“She was bitten, it had torn some of her leg out and left some teeth in her thigh. That’s why there was just so much blood.” Ao’nung felt sick to his stomach, he couldn’t have not strayed off for once? Now you were in writhing pain.

“Shit…” Neteyam muttered under his breath before being interrupted by another pained scream from you inside the tent. The sound of your screams made Ao’nung scrunch his fists together, trying to not lose his cool.

Inside Ronal was stitching up your wound, the venom from the teeth still seeping into you, not lethal at all just debilitating while the teeth were in you. She needed to close the major wound first, so Neytiri cradled your head in her lap as she wiped your constant tears as both dads paced around the tent.

Soon Ronal had finished, giving you some medicine to subside the pain. “You must rest now. Do not try to move, you must call someone.” Ronal stated as she left the tent to see her worrisome son staring up at her hopefully.

“Is she alright?” He asked, his entire body fidgety.

“Go see her.” Before Ronal could finish Ao’nung was inside the tent, staring awkwardly at Neytiri and Jake.

“I- uh…is Y/N doing okay?” He was nervous talking to your parents but as he looked down to your leg to see the wound he felt sick again, there was no way you were doing okay.

“Yes…I need to go check on Tuk….yes. So could you please take care of her for a moment?” Neytiri said as she got off the ground.

“Of course! Uhm.. I mean yes. Yes I’ll take care of her.” Jake looked harshly at the boy before leaving the tent with Neytiri. Ao’nung immediately dropped down to your level, his hand tucking the stray hairs laying on your face behind your ears.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft, careful not to cause you panic.

“Hi Ao’nung…” You sounded so weak it made his heart crack, he wished he could just take all your pain away, seeing the way your face would scrunch up whenever you moved slightly.

“Do you need anything? Water? Food?” He was on your side resting on his knees as his hands cradled your face.

“I want a kiss.”

“What.”

“Just a kiss, to kiss it better.”

“How can you be making jokes in this state? You need to rest.” Ao’nung laughed as you smiled up at him easing your face into his palm.

“Lay down with me please.”

“Of course.” He scooted next to you as you carefully moved to lay on his chest, letting out a small groan as your leg twitched. “Be careful Y/N.”

“Just let me sleep peacefully.”

“Sure.” He watched you shut your eyes, but noticed your hands busy fidgeting with the other. “Y/N? You’re not sleeping.”

“sleep. Kiss. Goodnight.” He scoffed at you, you were so cute even covered in blood and stitches. Leaning down, stretching his neck in an odd position he laid a soft kiss onto your lips. A kiss that would wake a sleeping beauty was the kiss given. Soft and delicate, just like you.

“There you go. Little miss needy.”

“Yup, your little miss needy.”

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a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! i didn't proofread coz its like 11pm lmao

[nin3kyuu]

A lil (late) birthday gift for @ikranwings ^^

[proffesionalalpaca]

Äväì - Tsahìk of the Nekxsay from Psiiconic’s - Deja Blue.

Currently one of my favourite recom Quaritch fics, mainly because of this lady right here. Also well written, prompt and frequent updates and just a generally awesome story.

[naavispider]

The Cat's in the Cradle - chapter 9

It's returning this week! Here's a snippet:

“Why did you want to meet now? Have the cops backed off suddenly?” Quaritch shifted in his seat, taking a sip of coffee before he answered. “Not really,” he replied, shaking his head. “They’re still suspicious, and Lyle caught a couple of patrols around your foster home staking the place out. But I had to see you.” “What?” Spider was stunned. Cop cars were patrolling the neighbourhood? “I’ve never seen any!” Quaritch smiled grimly. “Of course you haven’t. You weren’t likely to lead them to me if you knew they were following you.”

It's been literally two months I'm so sorry

[nin3kyuu]

THIS IS A HEAR ME OUT SITUATION AND I'M LISTENING

Theres Something thats attractive to danger.

This will be a oneshot series of My Oc Nyxra x Norm Spellman.

Yes it will have steamy bits.

MY PAGES ARE 18+ ONLY!

minors DO NOT interact with my pages or content, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

(Art made by @nin3kyuu ! Please go check her out her pages!)

To the one shot.

It began with the blackout scans—drones crashing, technology in the area faltering and rendered useless.

Then, one by one, the science team of avatars started to go missing. Their human operators would rush out of the hyper-mind sync gasping, some even sobbing as they felt some kind of pain from a source they couldn't see.

Norm's team was ready to call off the search around the swamp and the dead forest that trespassed into the desert lands. That was until he made a bold suggestion: let him do fieldwork alone in the swamps without being in his avatar's body.

“Don’t do it, man. We don’t know what’s out there,” one warned.

“You’re going to get killed out there,” another added.

But the thought of finding out what was really happening in that forsaken place, where even the nearby Na'vi clans kept their distance, only fueled Norm's curiosity. He was a scientist by nature, and his curiosity needed to be satisfied, no matter the risk. Besides, Norm couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually done fieldwork the old-school way—with notebooks, pens, and paper.

Navigating the swampy terrain was a nightmare. He slumped down into mud, had to yank his boots free from the boggy waters, and used trees as supports. Collecting samples the old-fashioned way was almost laughable, but it brought a smirk to his face. Perhaps his time living on Pandora and among the Na'vi had rubbed off on him more than he realized. He felt the familiar sensation of hidden eyes watching him. His hair stood on end, and goosebumps prickled his skin—a telltale sign of danger.

The gun strapped to his hip felt heavy, but his research bag felt even heavier as he continued onward, allowing the one stalking him to follow. His attention had to be split between keeping himself from sinking into the swamp's greedy muck and staying aware of his pursuer. Occasionally, he would glance around, his eyes trailing the trees, sometimes catching movement in the corner of his eye, only for it to vanish when he focused on it.

They knew that he knew they were there.

The feeling of being hunted sent a rush pounding through his chest, his heart growing heavy with each palpitation. As he reached out to grip a tree branch to pull himself up from the muck, a hissing noise caught his attention. A snake-like creature dangled its head down, its frills spreading out as its mouth began to elongate, preparing to strike. But the attack was cut short by a whistling sound by his ear, followed by a thump as something struck the tree trunk a few yards away. The snake's head dropped to the ground, its writhing body following suit.

Norm inhaled sharply as he spotted the dagger—a weapon unlike those used by the forest clans. Its handle was made of bone, but the head gleamed with chiseled dark red glass, adorned with feathers and a small skull dangling from it. The entire thing could have easily crushed his skull. His head snapped in the direction from where the blade had been thrown, but his eyes struggled to adjust to the shadows of the dark canopy. Just for a moment, he caught sight of glowing patterns of red and bright, glowing red eyes staring back at him.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he watched the figure crawl down the tree like some eldritch horror approaching him. As they moved, their form became clearer in the patches of sunlight filtering through the trees. Dark, gray-blue skin and black frizzy hair glistened with feathers. The figure descended the far tree's trunk to its roots, then to the waters, crawling on moving logs with the ease and confidence of one of the aquatic lizards the Na'vi called Parlsuk—creatures with a bizarre alligator-like appearance.

Norm’s breath caught in his throat. He could make her out—a woman. Her hair was long and wild, flowing in all directions, with a messy braid of beads and skulls crowning her head. Piercings adorned her long, pointed ears. Her cloak of blackened feathers and woven glass shards barely covered her chest.

She was the picture of danger personified, and every fiber of his being screamed at him to get out of there. Yet, she was such a fascinating sight for his eyes to behold.

No Na'vi markings glowed as brightly as hers, and he had never seen eyes so vivid. Anklets of skulls, blackened hands and claws, strange stains on the little clothing she wore, and symbols that invoked a sense of dread adorned her body.

He stumbled back, tripping over mud and roots, a hand going to his hip for the gun. She moved closer.

“‘Stay back,”’ he warned, snapping the clip that held the weapon. Her ears perked up, twitching, but she continued to advance until his back hit the base of the tree. She leaned over him, gripping her dagger's blade, her eyes boring into his.

She didn’t speak, but her eyes conveyed a clear message:

Or what?

Norm could only stare, his body frozen, his fight-or-flight response utterly paralyzed. He watched as her arm rippled and she snatched the blade from the tree trunk. She placed it back at her side, her eyes never leaving his. Her hair framed her face above him, the ends just inches from his face, carrying the scent of mint and an oily mechanical smell. Not dirty, just not Na'vi.

A screaming noise echoed through the swamp, buzzing among the trees as a rolling fog began to rise. Her ears snapped in different directions. She pushed off the tree trunk, her eyes still on him as she backed away. His gaze remained locked with hers as she sank into the muck, descending until she was knee-deep in the swamp's boggy waters. Her thick hips swayed, and her tail moved before only her head remained above water. Her eyes stayed fixed on him, even as more bellowing screams sounded around them.

Norm's eyes widened as a bright array of glowing colors emerged beneath her. Then, her head submerged, latching onto some creature that made her appear small under the swamp’s surface. The colors moved deeper, taking the woman with them, until the waters returned to their dark, murky state.

A strangled breath escaped him, and his hand clutched his chest as he heaved, the familiar panic of hyperventilation hitting him until he could steady himself.

He should have fled then, hightailed it out of the swamps and never returned. He should have told his team the place was off-limits, as the Na'vi had so clearly warned.

He should have done that.

But the scientist in him wanted answers—answers to all the questions that flooded his mind. The memory of the woman plagued his thoughts back at the base, distracting him from his work and research. Her glowing red eyes haunted him every time he closed his eyes or stared at the ceiling at night in his cot.

He tried to convince himself it was his scientific curiosity driving him to seek answers. Yet, when he worked among the forest clan in his avatar’s body, the second his thoughts fell on her, his body responded in ways that made him question his motives. He found himself hidden in the forest, panting as his now-blue hand stroked himself, his back against a tree. Sweat gleamed on his skin, his eyes scrunched shut, imagining those bright, glowing red eyes peering at him. His head tilted back, hitting the bark of the tree, his mouth watering as he could almost—just almost—smell her.

His tail thrashed harshly, and a shuddering gasp escaped him as he came hard. His eyes opened in a haze as he stared at the mess he had made of himself. After pulling up his pants and lazily buckling his belt, his tail swishing harshly against his leg, he made up his mind.

He would go back to the swamplands as his natural-born self, leaving his avatar to rest back at base.

He didn’t pay any mind to his team's worries as he loaded up one of the jeeps to drive to the forest.

This time—this time—he would have a conversation with the Na'vi woman he was absolutely certain had killed three of his teammates' avatars.

He was a damn fool for being so attracted to something that would surely kill him.

[hoperays-song]

Found family shows what love truly is. That it isn’t a transaction or a complusion of any sorts. It’s a choice. A choice to make a home, a life, with the people you care about most. A choice to stay through it all and to trust others with your heart, and for them to trust you with theirs. 

It shows how love is perfect because it’s chosen, not forced, not required, not limited.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆.

✧ 𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

✧ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚~ 𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒔

✧ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝑫𝒐𝒎!𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎, 𝑺𝒖𝒃!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝑨𝒃 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑(?), 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆/𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒕, 𝒍𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚<3

✧ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔~ 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆=𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒕𝒖= 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏=𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚(𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔)

✧ 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚 @chilumitos 𝒂𝒏𝒅 @eloquentreverie

It was a chill day for you and your boyfriend, Neteyam. Just enjoying each other’s presence while the sound of rain hitting the roof soothed you both. You had your leg thrown over Neteyams larger one, the other laying out straight as your arms (barley) wrapped around his large frame. Your hand was comfortably placed on his toned stomach, as his was resting on the hilt of your ass.

Subconsciously, you start to tracing his abs in small shapes and patterns when your mind starts to fill with thoughts of getting on top of him and riding his abs until you make a complete mess all over him.

The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, but that was stopped by his stronger one wedged between your legs comfortably. His thigh was just inches away from your throbbing cunt, making the urge to just wrap your small legs around his thigh and grind down onto it till you came get harder to ignore.

He smirks once he catches the change in you scent, trailing his hand up and down the skin of your ass. “Mhm, what is it, Babygirl?” His voice is enough to snap you out of your thoughts, but also enough to make your pussy leak even more. You take a few breathes before answering, trying desperately to calm yourself. “Nothing, why are you asking?” You say softly, continuing to delicately trace his abs.

He grumbles lowly at your response, siting up and pushing your small body onto his lap, causing you to let out a little startled noise at the quick movement. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, getting high off of your scent.“Maybe because I can smell how much your pretty pussy is leaking.” He says lowly while hooking his finger under your chin, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, braids cascading down his shoulders and hitting the sides of your face gently. “Now, what were you thinking about, Babygirl?”

The question has you staring at him blankly, a chill of anxiety ran down your spine at the thought of him seeing you differently if you were to tell him. “Uhm..” you start off, the intensity of his stare making you feel extremely small, and nervous. “I was thinking about..riding your abs” you say tentatively, looking down at the waist bead he made you when you first got together.

To your surprise though, your confession doesn’t make him disgusted, or make him storm out of your room in complete surprise and disgust. Instead, he just laughs, he fucking laughs. But it wasn’t judgmental of course, it was genuine and loving. Everything he ever is to you. “Shut the fuck up, Neteyam!! That’s not funny!!” You say through your own giggles, hitting him in the chest roughly.

“Yes it is, Sevin!” he replies, his laughter dying down softly. A pout forms on your face, pretty doe eyes boring into his siren eyes. “How?” You question, attitude laced in your tone. “Because, you said it like someone just died.” You laugh at his response, replaying your words in your head. “Whatever, Neteyam!” You quip, sarcasm apparent in your tone. “But, FYI, I only said it like that because I thought you were gonna have some type of negative response to it.” You add, voice honest and truthful.

He turns his head to the side and looks at you with a confused/sad expression, long braids falling down his shoulders and ears perking up with the same emotion. “Why would I have a negative reaction to that? You know I would never, ever, judge you, babydoll.” He says reassuringly, placing his large hand on your head and rubbing your scalp softly. “I know, I just..I got in my head, I guess. I’m glad you don’t find me weird or anything though.” You confess through a soft chuckle, making him laugh before he moves his hand from the top of your head to your chin, holding it firmly.

“I could never, babydoll. Truthfully though, I find it pretty adorable how pent up you get to the thought of me. My needy little girl just can’t help herself when she’s around me, huh?” His tone makes you pussy throb and ache, instinctively bucking your hips against his strong thigh. “Mhm..” you hum, eyes flickering from his own to his lips, you lean in to kiss him, but that’s stopped by his strong hand on your chin. “Awh, does my baby want a kiss?” He teases, rubbing his lips against your own, but not giving you the chance to kiss him back because of his firm grip on your chin.

“Mhm!” You whine, rubbing your needy pussy against his thigh quicker. He pecks your lips softly before kissing you fully, his pace slow and steady. The pace makes your head spin and clit throb, hips speeding up the longer he kisses you. You whine when you feel his warm tongue against your own, mindlessly kissing him faster to feel more of him. He wraps his hand around your throat gently, a silent warning to follow his pace, not yours.

Once you feel his hand wrap around your throat, you knew you were a fucking goner. Turning into putty in his hands almost automatically. The amount of slick that was coming from your pussy soaked your shorts, leaving a trail all over Neteyams thigh. He groans lowly at the smell of your arousal, breaking the kiss reluctantly, a line of spit connecting your plump lips together.

He damn near rips your shorts in half when he takes them off before he lays down, pulling you onto his abs roughly. You hover over him slightly, scared of hurting him even though he’s so much more bigger than you.

“Teyam, I-“ you start

“You aren’t gonna hurt me. Now, take a seat, yawne.” He orders, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you down onto him.

Both of you gasp softly once you feel his hard abs against your soft, puffy pussy. The feeling so new and foreign. Your hands find purchase just below his ribs, slowly rocking your hips back and forth against the muscles. Whining softly when you feel his firm abs hitting your clit every time you move.

“Oh..fuck, teyam..” the grip on your hips gets tighter, soft groans filling your ears the more you rock against him. “Mhm, that’s it, babygirl. Such a pretty little slut for me.” He coos, pressing your cunt on him tighter, making you moan louder and hips rut against him quicker.

He lifts you up from his abs slowly, you moan at the loss of friction, but he was too focused on the lines of slick that connect your puffy lips to his stomach. He moans lowly at the sight, pressing you against his abs once more before lifting you up, even more lines of slick connecting you two together. “Awh, babygirl, look at the mess you’re making on me.” He coos before scooping your slick up with his fingers and putting them in his mouth, sucking on them hungrily.

You whine and squrim against him, getting both equally turned on and frustrated that he’s holding you up with one hand just to watch your pussy leak onto him. “Teyammm! Put me down!” You demand, the feeling of your orgasm slipping away from you quickly. “And why should I do that? I like watching how you helplessly flail around because I won’t let you ride me like a little bitch in heat.” He states, a pout forming on your face from his words. “You’re so mean.” You huff, tears welling in your eyes once your almost orgasm finally leaves you.

He cups your cheek lovingly, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. “Oh, l’m just the worst aren’t I? My baby getting all mad because I won’t let her cum?” He prods, a fake pout on his face, making a smile creep up on your own. Without warning he places you back down on his abs, locking his hands behind his head. You gasp in surprise, placing your hands below his ribs for support.“Go ahead, babydoll. Wanna watch you cum for me.” He orders, never breaking eye contact while he speaks to you.

You felt so ‘on the spot’ without his big, warm hands guiding your movements, suddenly not knowing how to start off or where to put your hands. “Teyam..” you call for him, but all you get in return is a “nuh-uh, babygirl. I’m not helping you. Want you to be a good girl for me and show me how badly you wanna cum.” You stare at him with a pout on your face before slowly moving your hips, the feeling of his abs repeatedly hitting your clit makes your moans get louder and needier, your orgasm slowly getting closer and closer.

He flexes and relaxes the muscles continuously, causing you to jump and grind into him more. The constant friction on your sensitive clit starts to prove to be too much for you, making tears start to well up in your eyes and thrust get sloppier. “T-tey, I can’t. It way too much.” You blubber almost incoherently, but he still caught it. He doesn’t stop flexing his abs though, and you don’t stop moving your hips. “Yes you can, Yawntu. I can feel how much this pretty pussy is pouring on me. You’re almost there, baby.” He encouraged, the praise being enough to make you chase your high. Making him smile proudly. “There you go, babygirl.”

His words have your pussy pouring out slick like a river, you both glance down at his abs to see that they’re completely soaked in your juices, the dim light of your room making his pretty skin seem like it was glowing. He chuckles at the sight before looking up at you, in a trance by how gorgeous you look on top of him. “Mhm..What a pretty little slut, getting this wet from riding my abs?” You let out a small “uh-huh” before you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter.

Noticing this, he flexes his abs and keeps them flexed, biting his lip at the little whimper that comes from your mouth when he does that. “Teyam, I need you to touch me.” You demand. But he doesn’t move, no matter how badly he wanted to squeeze and pinch at your sensitive skin, he kept his hands behind his head. “Please!, tey, please! I’m sorry!” He chuckles at your needy tone before rewarding you with a “good girl” and letting his hands roam across your body.

You let out a downright pornographic moan once his hands touch your sensitive tits, small hands wrapping around his slender wrists. He pinches and fondles at the soft skin gently, making all sorts of pretty noises and pleas fall from your plush lips.

His left hand reaches up to cup the side of your face sweetly, while the other continues to play with your sensitive tit. “Mhm, you gonna be a good whore for me and cum all over my abs? Hm?” He questions, wrapping his hand around your throat firmly. You let out a broken “yes,sir” before a loud moan leaves your lips as the coil in your stomach snaps, your cum completely covering his whole stomach.

“Shsh, I got you, babygirl, lemme help you.” He places his hands on your hips to help you ride out your high, stopping once your moans die down and turn into soft heavy breathes.

You look at him to be met with hooded eyes and a smirk, one that told you that you definitely said something you’re gonna regret. “What?..” you ask, the word heavy on your tounge as you look at him with a furrowed brow. “Sir, huh?” He asks, making you cover your face in embarrassment. “No way I said that! It was an accident! Oh my god!” You blurt, but he silences your rambling with a passionate kiss.

“I didn’t mind it, you know.” He says once he pulls away from the kiss

“oh really?” You question, a devilish smirk on your face

“Mhm.” he responses, eyes fluttering from your lips to your eyes. “Well thank you for tonight, sir.” You tease, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek before getting up quickly, but he was quicker, grabbing you by your waist and putting you on your back.

“Uh-uh, tonight is just getting started, yawntu.”

𝑨/𝑵~ Hii! I only proofread this two times, so I apologize if there’s errors/repeats it’s literally 12am rn💔 but lemme tell yall I was blushin and kickin ma feet while writing this one frl😭, I need to write for neteyam more bc whew😩 what a fine man he is. I hope you guys enjoyed this tho🥰🫶🏽 bc now I’m off to sleep, stay safe and hydrated, I love you guys🩷

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11

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