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wheneclipsefalls · 1 year ago

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Can you write sth where Neteyam gets jealous ? And kxolo assures him that he is forever his to calm him down? Btw I love your story so much.

Jealous Neteyam- A Ma Neteyam Special Episode

Pairing: Alpha Male OC x Aged up Omega Neteyam

Warnings: jealousy, insinuated sexual content, MDNI, alpha/omega dynamic, power imbalance, possessive behavior, threat of violence, PDA, etc.

A/N: Thank for this request nonnnie and everyone else that rooted for this "drabble". (Someone needs to teach me how to actually write a drabble because this ended up way too long). And thank you for being so patient<3

“Hold still.” Vamai hissed, free hand reaching out to put Neteyam back into place. The other omega, however, didn’t bother to give her words heed or even a second thought. Neteyam’s focused gaze remained trained on the pair across the clearing.

“Who is she?” He mumbled, forcing his voice to remain calm and collected, an effort that became increasingly more difficult as he watched the delicate omega’s tail flicker back and forth in delight while grinning up at the Olo’eyktan.

Vamai groaned dramatically when her friend shifted onto his knees, prowling forward to get a better look through the bushes. Swatches of vibrant colors were rubbed and scattered across Vamai’s hands from the homemade pastels she had been wielding for the past hour. Still, the portrait of Neteyam was far from over. At this rate, it seemed to her that it would never be finished in time.

“Her name’s Neyra, I believe. Just some silly omega.” Vamai huffed, determined to wave the conversation away. “Now if you’ll just face me and shut up for two seconds I promise to portray you properly in all your ethereal glory.”

Neteyam’s own tail curled when he saw the small female laugh loudly at the incoherent words coming from Kxolo’s lips. Neteyam’s sharp teeth drew blood upon seeing the small beginnings of a smile forming on his mate’s face. A smile that was usually directed at him. A smile that should be directed at him.

“Nete!” Vamai yanked on his tail, illiciting a responding hiss from him, finally turning around to face her. “Please for the love of Eywa, just give me five more minutes!”

Neteyam sighed and finally gave his friend some undivided attention. Or as much as he could handle while flickering his eyes over to the pair periodically.

“Remind me what it is you want to do with this portrait.” He was in no mood to sit for another hour, especially with the bouncing energy soaring through his veins. His hindbrain was quickly becoming restless, constantly baiting him to take actions that would end with Kxolo in his arms instead of by the over eager omega batting her eyelashes at him every two seconds.

Vamai shrugged, feigning a demeanor of nonchalance that was easy to see through. Her fingers worked viciously against the canvas, eyes darting up at him every other stroke. Taking a peek at the half finished work Neteyam had to admit it was a fascinating process. Combinations of vibrant colors were placed in the oddest of places and yet over time they began to form a picture that captured his likeness. Were it not for the screeching laughs of Neyra bashing against his eardrums, he would’ve found more interest in understanding her process.

“I just thought it would be a nice gift for Olo’eyktan. Lets him look at your pretty face whenever he wants.” She cooed, pinching Neteyam’s cheeks until he bit back at her hand. Neteyam was in no mood for teasing.

“Nice for him or nice for you that he’d be in a grateful mood?”

Vamai beamed proudly and gave a noncommittal shrug.

“What do you need from him?” Neteyam narrowed his eyes at her, for the first time paying full attention to Vamai.

“It’s always advantageous to be on Olo’eyktan’s good side.” Those golden orbs shone with plotting mischief. “Something you should do well to learn.” Vamai winked but Neteyam was already rolling his eyes. Her spiked laughter however, died off gradually.

“Oh.” She stared past his shoulder. Neteyam whipped his head around so fast a sting of strain bloomed along his neck. The discomfort quickly sunk to the back of his mind as he witnessed the female snuggling back against the Olo’eyktan as he directed her posture in shooting a bow and arrow. To Kxolo’s credit, he went stiff as a board under the younger girl’s touch. It, however, was nothing in comparison to the clipped retribution Neteyam wished Kxolo would give her. His own hand instinctively balled into a fist imagining what he would do if given the chance.

“Common whore.” Vamai scoffed.

No matter how infuriating the scene was to behold, his eyes couldn’t stop drinking it in. Slitted eyes traveled along their frames, analyzing every point of contact between the two. It wasn’t enough to notice the way Kxolo’s tail curled in apprehension or shifted his feet to lean away from the omega.

There shouldn’t be a need to shift away in the first place because Kxolo was not hers to touch. Not hers to run hands over and admire his impressive physique. Not hers to chatter away endlessly to all while intertwining soft pleasant words with poised bats of her eyelashes. Not hers to entrap in the act of innocent incompetence.

He had seen her shoot before, posture perfect and aim admirable. Neteyam was sure of it.

“Are you…going to do something about it?” Vamai questioned, leaning forward on her knees to get a better look.

Do what exactly though? Release his mate from her needy grasp by dragging her away by the hair?

No, that would only bring one thing. A red ass and additional lectures from his heated alpha about public appearances as Olo’eyktan’s mate. Neteyam had already been cutting at Kxolo’s patience earlier that day upon making a bratty comment during the painstakingly long meeting with Kxolo’s advisors. Neteyam all but betted on getting thrown over his mate’s knee after the pinned look that was sent his way. Turns out, flattery went a long way for the omega after all.

“I can’t. Wouldn’t be appropriate.” He emphasized the words with air quotes. The clink of grinding teeth made the omega realize how tightly clenched his jaw had become. Vamai hummed thoughtfully before putting the pastels to the side.

“Do you want me to hit her?”

“What?!”

Vamai made a show of rolling her shoulders and stretching those limber arms along her chest. Her overdone show of confidence greatly outmatched her physical appearance of strength. Neteyam was left wondering how she would fare in relation to the taller girl. He had learned that Vamai’s ego was not the most reliable source to base decisions off of.

“What? I can do it. Say the words and that bitch is on her knees.” Pastel covered hands twisted together to crack her small knuckle audibly. Laughter bubbled up his throat but there was no hint of humor present in the other omega’s resolve.

“N-no Vamai… you…you can’t.” He shook his head at the ridiculous idea. “Kxolo would be outraged.”

“That painting is practically a get out of jail free card.” She confidently asserted while rolling her eyes. “Just say the word.”

Perhaps not his best moment for his moral character, but imagined scenarios of Vamai flanking the unsuspecting girl to her knees played at the front of his mind’s eye. He wondered if her outrage would somehow be traced back to him. Even if not, could he really survive watching his friend suffer retribution while he carried the heavy weighted responsibility of the outcome? His parents had raised him to be honest and unfortunately for him, Neteyam found that this only resulted in making him a terrible liar with a heavy conscience.

“Just finish the painting.” His tone dragged with disappointment as he forced himself to turn away from the scene. Vamai opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitation flashed over her countenance before it was closed just as fast.

Neteyam’s one comfort was Vamai’s obvious surveillance of the scene behind him. Every stroke of those messy pastels followed by her sharp glare shooting past him.

Neteyam liked to think of himself as a reasonable Na’vi. Admittedly life had dealt him an interesting flurry of events that had provoked childish reactions out of him at times, but overall the male prided himself on being able to keep a lid on his emotions. No matter what his mate said, the omega had enough willpower to hide his mask of jealousy.

So, when they sat down around the familiar communal fire and Neteyam noticed the annoying girl among the crowd he skillfully averted his gaze towards the trees. The best form of self discipline was to not allow oneself the luxury of temptation. His alpha lounged next to him and engaged in friendly conversation over the day’s hunt and advisory meeting but Neteyam couldn’t recall a single topic from the interaction were a knife held to his throat. Neyra’s screeching laughter seemed to racket along the trees in an elaborate assortment of torment. His ears had pressed so fair into his braids, Neteyam momentarily worried they would become buried there.

Forcing his attention away from the group of gaggling girls had proven to be a full time job and one that came with very little reward. The small group of friends that surrounded him and his mate at every meal were caught up in their own affairs and pleasantries, leaving him to painfully suffer through a dinner of distracting himself. The effect, however, left him forgetting that he was still technically paying for the outburst earlier that morning. Fully immersed in his practice of self control the omega had completely missed Kxolo sharing the story of that particular instance with the group.

“It’s always a toss up what will win out first, huh? Neteyam’s flattering or Olo’eyktan’s heavy hand.” Pulo chuckled and it was the male's hand playfully knocking against his knee that finally made the words register.

“What?” He muttered, eyes darting among the group lazily.

“Are you feeling well, Neteyam?” Tamil cut in before the other alpha could tease him further. On a normal night the omega found Tamil’s voice a common source of comfort and ease. Currently, however, that pleasentry was stolen from him when his gaze was finally ensnared by the group of girls and he found them staring right to his left. Directly at Kxolo.

Kxolo who remained sprawled out across the moss with spread legs and attentive eyes that had shifted towards his small omega.

One of the girls with tightly wound cornrows leaned over to whisper something into Neyra’s ear. Through the haze of smoke drifting past the fire’s flame, Neteyam could still clearly make out the blooming blush that adorned her cheeks as she continued to stare at his mate. For the upteenth time that evening the group broke out into a fit of giggles. Neteyam couldn’t recall the sound being as aggravating when Kiri and her friends spent the night in the family hut and gossiped all hours. Now, however, it was equivalent to the brash of crunching metal as it was directed at his mate.

Wonder swirled to larger waves as he observed the way the girl’s eyes obviously raked over the alpha’s form without shame. At some point one of them in the back shyly pointed towards the flex of Kxolo’s bicep when he reached out to grab another leaf of meat. It was disgusting. An ultimate show of immaturity and that thought alone should have calmed him down into brushing their awe away but Neteyam couldn’t care less about their age.

He knew that jealousy had sunk its claws into him at that moment because all he could see the girls as were threats. Threats that needed to be neutralized.

“Fine.” He dully responded. Tamil shot him another concerned glance but it quickly shifted when he saw the small omega nestle up onto Kxolo’s lap.

As expected he was received graciously, if not a little surprised, but a happy hum at the back of Kxolo’s throat was all there was to show for it. Twisting himself around to be half facing Kxolo, Neteyam made himself comfortable between the outstretched muscular thighs. The usual warmth crawling up his bloodstream at the Olo’eyktan’s affectionate touches was dimmed. He preened back against the soft touches and brush along his shoulders but it was half hearted.

Instead Neteyam started to kiss slowly up the side of Kxolo’s neck. With a flick of his wrist, the Olo’eyktan had managed to silently signal the group to carry on conversation without them. He had become increasingly skilled at letting their friends know when it was time to divert their attention away. As his lips trailed up the expanse of smooth skin, Neteyam struggled to concentrate and get lost in the moment. He was all too aware of the onlookers from across the fire.

A large part of him yearned to twist and drink in their reactions fully, but that would spoil the moment. What good was a claim, after all, if it was only done half heartedly? Kxolo seemed to think the same.

“You’ll have to do a bit better than that, little one.”

Neteyam jumped, as if he had almost forgotten the male was there, the same man that he had his lips greedily trailing over.

“If you want to give them something worth watching you first need to forget they are there.” Kxolo captured his chin gently and forced their eyes to meet. As if under a spell that Neteyam was all too familiar with, ease rippled along his body. One look at those pools of melted gold and the omega could feel himself sinking into the moment.

Luckily for him, there was no hint of disapproval or anger present in the Olo’eyktan’s expression. He remained relaxed and at ease. If the omega squinted his eyes just right he could detect amusement in his mate’s countenance. Choosing to keep that part of him at bay from Neteyam or rather from the group of girls, it was hard to tell but he chose to take the blessing in stride. The outburst at the morning meeting must not have mattered after all.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Neteyam felt a sudden wave of apprehension lacing his stomach. It wasn’t often that Neteyam found himself in control of these situations. He had never realized how much he had become dependent and used to his alpha taking the reins. It was effortless and mesmerizing to follow Kxolo’s commands during their times of intimacy. Experiencing it from the other side, however, as the Olo’eyktan looked up at him expectantly, Neteyam suddenly felt massively inadequate.

Without thinking it through, the omega gravitated towards turking his face into the curve of Kxolo’s neck. There the musky scent was strong and soothing, a place Neteyam was familiar with being.

Then a chorus of shrieks and giggles ripped through that atmosphere, tearing his serenity to pieces. Neteyam dared to peek out of the corner of his eye and was rewarded with the sight of Neyra whispering to the group with a crooked smirk plastered along her thin lips. Vamai seemed to notice too if the harsh grip crushing her soft fruit was any indication. He briefly remembered her offer of taking the girl down and once again it glimmered with appeal.

No.

This was not her fight.

Kxolo was not her mate and therefore Neyra was not her enemy.

She was his.

Fuck the rules and fuck the consequences, he would sooner return to Eywa than let some silly school girl take his alpha away.

A burst of motivation flooded his veins and darkened his composure. So without warning, Neteyam licked a broad stripe over Kxolo’s mating mark. The effect had a vibrant shiver ripple through the alpha and it served to spur him on. Neteyam took particular joy in the way one of Kxolo’s legs incidentally kicked out as he bit down on the alpha’s mating mark. The shock was temporary, however, and before either of them knew it, they were completely enraptured in the moment.

The Olo’ektan’s hands trailed and mapped over Neteyam’s lower back and hips greedily as he took the torment on his throat in stride. The giggling had either ceased or Neteyam’s hearing had finally tuned them out, but regardless he was grateful for the reprieve. Especially when his alpha was emitting a low strain of groans to rumble his throat. Neteyam’s hips moved on their own accord as they rolled against Kxolo’s groin. Were it not for his mate’s stern hands pining those hips in place, the clan was sure to experience an explicit show in a matter of minutes.

Kxolo trailed his fingertips carefully over the groves of Neteyam’s spine with ultimate precision. It was a harsh comparison to the way the omega’s lips and teeth were tearing at the sensitive skin of his throat. Pulo was sure to not let this go for at least a few moons, especially with the marks that were sure to be blaringly visible by the end of the night.

The onslaught of kisses began their descent to Kxolo’s collarbone. This effectively had Neteyam bending down to reach the area and therefore arching his back for Kxolo’s viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight with a greedy lust clearly tangible from across the fire. One peek up at his alpha and Neteyam felt almost giddy to recognize that spark of desire in his mate’s eyes.

However, this time something else caught his attention instead. The shimmer of light across the black hair was borderline alluring and the omega found himself reaching for the kuru without another thought. The glossy braid was smooth against his delicate touch. Kxolo stilled.

Neteyam dared a peak up at his alpha only to be met with blown out pupils and raised eyebrows. He was weary, watching the omega with a posture that spoke of his readiness to jump in. However, luck was on Neteyam’s side because when he gently stroked down the length of the braid, all apprehension was blown to bits and Kxolo had to bite his bottom lip to keep a groan at bay. Success shined through the omega’s countenance.

His fingers continued to explore the hair protecting his mate’s most intimate part, banishing the looks thrown his way to the side. For a moment he swore he could hear Pulo’s muted chuckle but it was cut off abruptly. Perhaps he imagined it.

One thing was for sure, the little display did not go unnoticed. Frantic whispers were being exchanged across the fire from the cluster of young girls and the sound was music to Neteyam’s ears, especially when accompanied by his mate’s groans of pleasure he was trying to keep muddled. Confidence overtook him in stride and Neteyam allowed himself to take it one step further than he knew was allowed.

Without giving Kxolo a warning or time to intervene, the omega brought his own braid forward and eagerly allowed their tendrils to dance and wrap around one another.

Sparks of fire and electricity consumed his focus, enough to drown out the surprised gasp that came from his alpha. The stream of consciousness flowed freely between them like a river that Neteyam was more than happy to find himself lost to. No matter how many times they had made the bond, he never tired of the feeling, the absolute assurance that this intimacy was special and belonged to only them. He would web and flow between every passing thought and feeling thrumming in their bond until his muscles would relax and body mold to his mate’s.

However, there was no world where Kxolo believed this act was meant for a public setting. Shock and disapproval vibrated through the connection and Neteyam didn’t darelook up at his expression.

A single thought traveled down the length of their connection, until it had wedged itself into a comprehensible message in Neteyam’s brain.

Your mischief knows no bounds, little one

Warmth pooled at the base of Neteyam’s stomach as he continued to litter marks on the skin of Kxolo’s abused throat. From the corner of his eye he could easily spot the dumbfounded look on the girls’ faces. Not a single one of them seemed capable of whispering another remark or even regaining their composure.

My jealous little mate

Even from their mental connection, Neteyam could hear the inflection of amusement coming from Kxolo. His head whipped up to glare at the Olo’eyktan but that simply earned him a messy kiss. His fingers found their way into Kxolo’s decorated braids as his mate did him the great pleasure of claiming his mouth in a feral kiss. The sensation was enough to throw his world off its access and keep his head spinning.

Kxolo kissed as if he was devouring the poor boy and another thought rippled through the bond in suit.

Every piece of me already belongs to you, my love

Neteyam's hands tightened their grip in the silky hair as his lips continued to follow Kxolo’s lead.

I know

Despite the outright inappropriate display they were making, the omega could sense Kxolo’s deep satisfaction and pride brimming inside. This instance would no doubt be a moment that the Olo’eyktan would hold over his head and tease him about until Neteyam could no longer deny how head over heels he was for his mate, but that would be a later problem he was willing to endure.

I hope it’s worth it, baby boy, because as much as I love this new possessive side of you, your ass is going to reap the consequences of such misbehavior.

Their kiss broke as Kxolo then began to leave hungry kisses along Neteyam’s own untouched throat. He glanced over at Neyral to see her poor attempt at hiding her displeasure. Their eyes caught for a moment and she glared at him with blushing cheeks and a clenched jaw. The omega was quick to return the favor with a wide grin.

Oh it was worth it.

More than worth it.

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cutemelodyy · 2 months ago

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Been awhile since I posted here's more uncle Samsonite art stuff (second drawing by @teeniebabybear :3 and also some polyamorous art)

#oc #oc art #oc x canon #pillar chase 2 #uncle samsonite #digital art #mr dad #oc x canon x canon #jake bowen

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entertainmentgirl80 · 1 year ago

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Jake's Love Language 💚

Warnings: Mentions Of Love-Making, Jake Being Jake, Time Jump, Little Bit Of Angst, Hint Of Pregnancy, And Lot Of Fluff.

While you are lying in the bed while sleeping in naked, Jake can't help but look that you sleeping so peaceful. However, he kisses your temple, and you wake up from your sleep....

"Hey cowboy, what up?" You rubbing your eyes.

"Nothing, just looking at your beautiful face and just to think that I'm can't believe that I'm one lucky son of a bitch." He smiles towards you.

"And, why is that, Mr. Seresin?" You ask him

"Because I'm glad that I'm met you. The first time you step in The Hard Deck is when I'm first laying my eyes on you. Plus, at first, you were suspicious of me because you thought I was gonna kidnap or murder you." He chuckled

"Well, that was my first instant in my mind. It's just that I'm don't want nothing bad to happen to me, you know?"

"I'm understand where you are coming from. But you know that not who I am, and if I'm were serial killer, I wouldn't be the man that my mama raised me that I am today." He smirks while he cuddles you.

"I'm know, I love you Jakey."

"I'm love you too, darlin." He said it in a southern drawl accent that you fell in love with when y'all first met each other.

Y'all start to make out once again, he giving you love bites on your jaw to your neck, while you moaning to his name....

"Jake, I'm need you, and I want you." You cooed

"You have me, babe, always and forever because you are my wife, and I gonna take care of you, so let me do my husband's duties." He said to you with full of love.

When he touches you, it's like ice melt in your body, the way he kisses you, you get a taste of strawberries like on a summer day. And when y'all make love, ever since y'all gotten married, that feeling still electric when you feel like you the only girl in the world.

Over the next two years, y'all two found a home to start your little family, plus it makes sense so Jake can be closer to his job. So one day while you scrolling through to see what kind of couch for the living room, you felt little sick in your stomach, so you went straight to the bathroom and you throw up, so afterwards you thinking in your mind that you might be pregnant. So you call your husband for a favor...

"Hey darlin, what up?" He answered

"Hey J, I'm need a favor." Your voice is a little nervous

"Okay, is something wrong, sweets?" He asks in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, while you are on the way home, can you go to the store and get me three pregnancy tests for me, please?"

"Sure baby, I'm gotcha ya, I go get it now alright?"

"Alright, thank you, Jakey."

"No problem, darlin', I'm be coming home soon, see you when I get there."

"Okay, love you, J," you said to him

"Love you too, sweets." He hang up the phone.

So after he came home from the store, Jake walked in the house, greeted, and hugged you tight because he knew everything is gonna be okay, no what matters life throws at them. And so you feel little nervous to take both of the tests but Jake is right by your side every little step in the way, so you went to the bathroom and took all the three tests and put a timer on and wait after it's rings.

"Hey, you know everything is gonna be fine, you know that right?" He comfort you.

"I'm know J, but what if I'm not ready to be a mom?, what if I-I'm not fit for it?, I really scare Jakey." You feel nervousness in your voice.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby, I'm told you when we got married, you know I always gonna take care of you till in sickness in health, for better and for worse. And be there for you regardless if I at work or home, you my number one priority and I'm love you sweets." He holds your hands while he comforts you with love.

"I love you too Cowboy."

*Dings*, the timer rings so y'all about to found out if you pregnant or not......

"Okay, you ready? On three: 1, 2, 3", y'all flipped both of the tests, and it's all came back to positive, meaning y'all is expecting your first child together.

"We gonna be parents, baby!!" You excited but nervous at the same time.

"We are baby, we are!, I'm looking forward to it be a daddy. He smiles and gives you a kiss on your temple.

Nine months later, you have been giving birth to a baby girl, and you name her Jade Alexis Seresin. She got beautiful green eyes and her nose shaped just like her daddy. You and Jake were over the moon that y'all became parents, and you named Bob Floyd & Natasha Trace as the godparents for your daughter. 💚

A/N: It's just a little burb story that I'm made, but it's a sequel but part 2 to Texan & Georgian storyline that I did, and sorry , I took my time with it, but I did the best that I could. I hope y'all like it.

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years ago

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Picasso II: Dad!JakeSully

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Request: Part Two of Picasso Part I, about how after they leave and arrive at the reefs. Like how would they react when they see Y/n's style and dyed hair? How they start living, adapting, and how both chiefs are with them and stuff. Just everything, let your imagination run wild!

A/N: This was supposed to be Ao'nung x reader, but I could help but think about what if Daughter reader fell in love with an original character from the Metkayina clan who loved her for how different she was.

OC: Äeka Te Veha Toi'itan

After nearly weeks of traveling on their ikrans, y/n's family had finally arrived in Awa'atlu, desperately seeking Uturu to get away from war. With an inaudible sigh, she shuffled closer to her twin, his heavy arm immediately coming to wrap around her tense shoulders, effectively grounding her as she wondered what was going to happen here. As she listened to her parents trying to plead for their sanctuary when her eyes landed on a boy about her age staring at you and your family. Y/n had to admit he was very pretty, he offered her a small smile as she smile back at him before turning back towards her family, hoping she would get to see more of him soon.

"These children aren't even true Na'vi." The Tsahìk said harshly as she held one of Lo'ak's hands in the air making y/n and Neteyam glare at her.

The following weeks had been a struggle for the whole family, but especially you and your siblings as some of the clan kids liked giving you guys a hard time for being different from them but not Tsierya she had become your best friend and the beautiful boy that y/n saw during their arrival was named Äeka he was a warrior in training like Neyetmam and he was so kind to them especially her. He would often seek her out during chores, or after training loving to sit and talk with her while she painted or drew, he has a lot of her artwork.

Speaking of her artistic abilities, y/n more often than not was in the artist's tent working on her drawings or learning about their styles and how they do the tattoos that they have. One day y/n had been in there after her chores roughly sketching a tattoo when Ronal saw it.

"That is very good my child, would you have any interest in learning how to do the tattoos on the skin?" She asked the young girl.

"I would love to actually." Y/n said as Ronal motioned for her to follow her over to her station where she already had a client.

A few days later Äeka had been searching all over for y/n, the young warrior had grown quite fond of the girl since her and her family arrived and not to mention how pretty she was and how different she was from the other Na'vi. He finally found her playing on the beach with her younger sister Tuk, who was building a sandcastle with a bucket of shells sitting by you two and as he got closer to you guys, he noticed that the pink was missing from your hair which made him frown.

"Hi y/n, hi Tuk. What are you girls up to this evening?" He asked as you looked up at him with a smile.

"Hi Äeka, we're just working on building a sandcastle and we're gonna decorate with these shells. Would you like to join us?" You asked him as he nodded his head taking a seat next to you.

"No pink today?" He asked you as you guys worked on the sandcastle.

"Uh no, I took it out. Not many people here are fond of it, as they like to remind me." You said quietly as Äeka frowned wondering who dared to say anything to you about your hair because he loved it.

"That's a shame, I always thought it made you the prettiest girl here." He said as y/n felt her cheeks warm at his word making her lower her head.

"Really?" Y/n asked him.

"Really, don't listen to what others say. They fear what they don't understand." He said brushing some of her hair out her face.

"You know my dad said the same thing to me." Y/n said.

"Well, he's right, so please consider putting the color back in your hair." He said as y/n nodded her head.

They spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Tuk and talking with each other until the eclipse started to happen and the two girls had to head home much to their dismays but Äeka offered to walk them home just to squeeze in a few more minutes with y/n.

Meanwhile, Jake had been outside the Mauri waiting for his kids to return when he saw y/n and Äeka laughing and talking while they walked home with Tuk a few steps in front of them, while it made him happy to see his baby girl smiling...it also stressed him a bit to think about her dating already.

"So you and Äeka?" Jake asked y/n not so subtly making Neytiri shake her head at him.

"Relax Dad, we're just friends nothing more. So please calm down." Y/n said making her mom laugh as she entered the Mauri.

"Hey, Mom?" Y/n asked her mother as they cleaned up from dinner while her dad was out of the home.

"Yes, sweetheart?" She asked.

"I was wondering if maybe tonight or tomorrow you could help me put the pink back in my hair? If you don't mind." She asked.

"Of course dear, we can work on it tonight while your dad is asleep, so it just stays between us and we don't have to hear how right he is." Your mom said making you laugh.

That night after her dad went to sleep, her mom helped her put the pink back in her hair promising not to out to let her dad know that he was right and that Äeka may or may not have played a hand in it as well. Y/n woke up that morning and ate her breakfast feeling her father’s eyes on her as she ate.

“Babygirl, I’m glad to see you put the pink back in your hair.” He said.

“Thanks dad. I just missed having it there and plus it’s kinda annoying how many times people have thought I was Nete.” She said as she finished up.

“So this had nothing to do with what I said?” He asked her as her and her siblings shared a look.

“Umm not really no! Look at the time, I got chores to do! Bye mom, bye dad!” She said running out laughing as Jake shook his head in disblief.

“Nice try! You know I was right about your hair!” He yelled after her making her laugh.

"Y/n." Tonowari said causing the young girl to turn and look at Chief and bow her head at him.

"Tonowari, how may I help you?" She asked wondering what the chief wanted from her.

"Your father and Äeka have both come and told me about your artistic skills and I was coming over here to see if you would have any interest in becoming one of the clan's artists?" He asked shocking y/n.

"You want me to do the tattoos and everything?" She asked making sure she was understanding him right.

"Yes in addition to your father and Akea, my wife has always told me about how you have been studying the art of our clans and learning how to tattoo. I think you would excel in this area if you wish." He said.

"I would love to. Thank you so much for this opportunity!" Y/n said shaking his hand.

"Of course. Tomorrow morning just head to the artist's tent and they will get you all set up." He said before leaving.

Äeka had been finishing up his daily chores when he heard footsteps approaching making him look up and see y/n approaching him making him smile as he greeted her.

"You put the pink back in your hair." He said with a smile.

"Yeah I did...turns out you and my dad were right..but don't tell him I said that." She said making him laugh as he agreed.

"So Tonowari offered me a job today." She said making him listen with interest as he had been speaking highly of her art skills to the Olo'eyktan.

"He did? What kind of job did he offer you?" He asked her softly holding her hand.

"He offered me a job as an artist for the clan, thanks to recommendations from you, Ronal, and my dad about my art." She said with that smile that he swore he never get tired of seeing on her face.

"That's amazing sweetheart! Congratulations, I know that you are going to do so well." He said hugging her.

#jake sully x daughter #dad!jakesully #dad!jake x daughter!reader #mom!neytiri x reader #neytiri x daughter!reader #sully!reader #sully!reader x oc #tonowari x reader #neteyam x sister!reader

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ggeveryone99 · 2 years ago

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She has been colored

#myoc #myart #MouseArt #sketch #sketchbook #colored pencil #sum good art #na’vi oc #avatar!oc #avatar character #atwow #jake sully x daughter!reader #jake sully x na'vi reader #jake sully x daughter #jake sully x daughter!oc #dad!jake sully #dad!jake sully x reader #child!oc

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blue-aconite · 11 months ago

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Summary: After twelve years of marriage, Jake's wife walks out on him. Suddenly, he's a single father of two, trying his best to pick up the pieces of their life and making sure that unlike their mother, he will never leave them. The last thing Jake is looking for is love. But as we all know, love finds us in the most unexpected ways.

Prologue

#jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake hangman seresin x oc #top gun maverick fic #jake hangman seresin #fe writes #fic: fields of dandelions #single dad!jake

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pearlsinmyhair · 1 year ago

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*sigh* recombinant/breath of venus incorrect quote time.

quaritch: …get out of the tank.

venus: you’re not my dad.

quaritch: get out of the fucking tank.

venus and lyle, who also somehow is in the tank: you’re not my dad.

quaritch: get. out. of. the. tank. i am your dad.

lyle: we’re in a tank and you’re not!

quaritch: i swear-

venus: we’re literally in a tank and you’re not.

quaritch: i’m only gonna say it one more time. get out of the fucking tank.

venus and lyle: …

quaritch: …

venus: …no.

quaritch: and that concludes the review of todays training. i’ll see you all bright and early on the shooting range.

lyle: can i say something?

quaritch: absolutely not.

quaritch: … lyle, i think i might be gay.

lyle: … miles we’ve been married for five goddamn years.

na’vi child: so why do you cover your eyes all the time?

mansk, deadpan: because i lost them in the war.

venus: no.

jake: so… rda soldier, fell in love with the tsakarem, she has a weird situationship with another na’vi guy but she doesn’t want it, really good at ikran flying and archery?

mansk: yep.

jake: welcome to the club, kid.

bov taglist, because i’m sorry for depriving you of content 😭:

@xstarsdiary @xstarsmvxz @lisedanie @avatar4eva @henhouse-horrors @xylianasblog @knmendiola @isnt-itstrange

#incorrect quotes #avatar #avatar the way of water #jake sully #the way of water #recombinant #recom lyle wainfleet #recom mansk #avatar x oc #oc #venus sully #venus sully x (redacted) mansk #recom prager #recom lopez #YOURE NOT MY DAD #lyle wainfleet x quaritch #deja blue

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zaccosnacco · 9 months ago

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Family photo

Kevin and Radford with their son Jake!

Heres some little doodles of him too, don’t mind the inconsistency of his hair style

Feel free to ask me about everyone’s dynamic with little Jake!

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bluemoonsunrise · 2 months ago

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M O O N G I R L

pairing: kiri sully x metkayina male oc (koa royen’tian)

content warnings: bullying, foul language, depictions of poor mental health, cultural differences between the omatikaya and metkayina, very brief world building, strays from canon, slowish burn???, weird girl x awkward boy. kiri and koa are 19.

word count: ??? (roughly edited)

pov: 3rd person with a heavy focus on kiri

summary: kiri feels out of place in the new village her family calls home. she has suffered great loss after great loss that she cannot seem to sway— and sadness drowns her harsher than any wave can. it is in an unlikely large friend that she begins to feel at home in the sea despite the hardships she faces and the ever-present thump of a mighty, mysterious heart in her ears.

fun tidbit: listen to “moon girl” by ha vay because that song inspired me to write a story centered around kiri

ONE

— demon blood —

kiri had the same dream every night.

without fail for as long as she she could remember, she’d only ever had one dream. the forests of pandora were most beautiful to her when sunlight spilled in through the trees like hundreds of spotlights. she walked in the warm sunspots as the grass tickled her feet each night she fell asleep. she was weightless in her dreams. she was happy. the kind of happy that tickled her stomach and made her smile for no reason at all.

woodsprites floated around her head. atokirina. blessed seedlings. hundreds of them swam through the sky. in her dream, she would reach out her hands for them and they would come to her. landing in her palms and on her arms, their feather-light wisps felt like soft kisses. as more and more came to her, their white light was all that she could see.

it blinded her as they swarmed her.

she could not shake them away. she could not get them off. hundreds upon hundreds of woodsprites crowded her. they clung to her arms. her hair. her fingers. her loincloth. they wiggled their way into her mouth until she was choking on them.

kiri was never well-rested.

“baby girl,” jake said from behind the privacy curtain she’d made out of cloth. “you can’t lay in here all day, you know…”

“i’m tired, dad.” kiri said just loud enough to be heard. curled on her side, she stared at the bracelet on her wrist. a goodbye gift from her grandmother.

“i know, sweetheart, but you’re always tired.” jake said. when she did not response, he sighed and shifted his weight. “can you get up soon? you should be out with your brothers learning how to swim and dive. at this rate, tuk is going to be a better swimmer than you.”

jake meant well.

really, he did— but sometimes kiri wished he would just leave her be.

kiri pushed her privacy curtain aside as she came out. she gave him a very unenthusiastic wave of her hands. ‘ta-da’.

jake leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her head. “atta girl, kiri. food is over there if you’re hungry. you should eat before you go.”

kiri had no appetite. at least, not so fresh after waking up. the dream always made her throat hurt. it was like she could still feel the woodsprites clogging her throat and wiggling in her mouth. it made her shiver.

the sun was unrelenting in awa’atlu. unlike the forests she’d grown up in where the towering trees offered shade, there was no such thing on the beaches. to find shade like that, she’d have to venture far back into the mangroves or keep hidden in the mauri pods.

“look, it’s kiri!” tuk exclaimed from the water, pointing one of her small, dark blue fingers.

kiri sat down on the edge of the woven walkway and dipped her feet into the water. she smiled as her siblings swam toward her. neteyam pushed tuk up out of the water so she that could sit beside their sister. lo’ak grasped the ledge and began to do pull ups.

“are you okay, kiri?” tuk asked. her breath was caught up in her throat from all the swimming.

“i’m fine, baby sister.” kiri said as she pushed tuk’s wet braids out of her face. “how long have you been able to hold your breath for today?”

“two minutes!” tuk said with a beaming smile

“wow. that’s longer than lo’ak.” kiri said.

lo’ak scoffed, splashing kri’s legs with water. “at least i’m in here learning. you haven’t been in the water since we got here.”

kiri stuck her tongue out at him.

he raised an unkind finger that their mother would’ve scolded him for.

he was right though.

the sully family arrived in awa’atlu three days ago. while her siblings spent most of their days in the water learning from tsireya, kiri hid in the sully family’s mauri. she laid in the corner she had claimed for herself behind her privacy curtain and cried.

who could blame her?

having to pack up and move from home was hard enough. add on the fact that her dearest friend had been abducted by the RDA’s blue team and the pain she felt was an ever-stinging wound.

the sea angered that wound.

the salt did not mesh well with her constant heartache.

it was hard to hold her breath because it was hard to focus. her mind felt as scrambled as eggs.

“come swim with us.” neteyam said. he placed his hand on her knee and gave it a small squeeze. “it is fun to watch lo’ak fail at diving.”

“bro, come on.” lo’ak said with a roll of his eyes.

“alright, alright.” kiri said as she shooed away her brothers from her legs. she stood up and held her hand out for tuk. “jump with me?”

tuk nodded. “uh-huh!”

“one…two…three!”

kiri and tuk jumped into the ocean together. the splash was loud in her ears and the bubbles tickled as they swam by her. surfacing, kiri smiled as tuk laughed. wading in the water all together, the sully siblings decided to see who could dive the deepest before needing to come back up for air.

“ready, set, go!” lo’ak said.

gasping all at the same time, all five of them disappeared into the water. swimming down, it was more of a race than a test of skill. neteyam was the furthest down. his longer limbs gave him that edge. tuk fell behind— and she made sure to keep lo’ak with her. he struggled to fight her off as she clung to him.

kiri found it hard not to laugh.

she swam beside neteyam. he smiled at her as they swam down and down and down. it didn’t take long for her chest to feel heavy. if it was any consolation, even her brother seemed low on air and he’d practiced his breath-hold for three days.

neteyam grunted under the water and kiri turned to look up at him. pencil straight, he tried to push himself further down by swinging his arms. she did the same. staring at him, she could see he needed air. she did, too, but she was stubborn.

they could’ve been twins— her and neteyam. born only days apart, they acted like it. they were entirely opposite in every single aspect except their desire to win.

neteyam bailed.

blowing out all the air in his lungs, he rose to the surface. kiri followed shortly after. as the eldest siblings surface, they both gasped.

“tuk cheated! she tried to choke me!” lo’ak exclaimed with tuk still stuck to his back. “i want a redo!”

tuk stuck her tongue out and giggled, waving her hands beside her head. “na-na na-na-na.”

lo’ak dove backwards, sending both of them under the water. like the good brother he was, he pulled tuk back up onto his back as they both laughed.

“you are a good diver. how are you that good if you haven’t practiced?” neteyam asked once he caught his breath.

kiri shook her head, her lips resting under the water. “because i’m obviously the gifted child?”

neteyam and lo’ak both rolled their eyes at her.

with her siblings, kiri could hardly remember why she was sad. sitting with tuk in her lap atop the woven walkway, they watched as their brothers competed with each other for who had the best dive.

lo’ak dove straight— except his legs flopped up in the air instead of staying in place.

“seven!” kiri said as he resurfaced.

tuk gave him a thumbs down. “four!”

lo’ak booed her and she booed him back.

neteyam dove next. he was fast. a sharp jump off the walkway was what any diver wanted— but his form wasn’t as put together as lo’ak’s was.

“ten!” tuk said, clapping her hands together.

“oh, you’re a little shit.” lo’ak laughed.

“eh…” kiri said, tossing her head from side to side. “probably like a five.”

“a five? you’re saying this skxawng did better than me?” neteyam pointed at lo’ak.

“sorry, bro. im just the greates— agh!”

kiri laughed as neteyam pounced on lo’ak and both of them went under. tuk laughed, too. the sisters watched as their brothers raced to the swallow water and wrestled with each other.

“hey!” lo’ak yelped. “don’t pull my tail, asshole!”

“i’m gonna go pull his tail.” tuk said as she scurried off kiri’s lap.

kiri didn’t stop her. she laughed into her hands as tuk attacked from above. she jumped onto neteyam’s back, causing him to crash down into the water with her. lo’ak was too busy cackling to know he was in danger. his startled yelp made kiri laugh all the more as tuk tugged his tail. he grabbed tuk by her hips and launched her through the air. she tucked into herself as she hit the water.

“again!” tuk gasped as she resurfaced. “throw me again, lo’ak!”

“c’mere you little devil. i’m gonna throw you all the way to earth.” lo’ak said as he reached for her.

kiri smiled to herself as both brothers took turns tossing tuk. they turned everything into a competition. who could throw her further? who could throw her higher? neteyam, obviously. kiri didn’t need to stick around to see it.

out of the mauri for the longest she’d been out since they got here, she enjoyed the way the warm breeze felt on her face. she walked the cove by her family’s home alone. her siblings laughter faded under the sound of the crashing waves. she liked the way the waves wipes away her footprints as she walked the shore. she could see shells peeking up at her.

she crouched down and fished out a pretty pink one with her extra finger. rubbing away the sand and rinsing it in the water, she smiled to herself. she’d make a necklace out of it. tucking it into the pouch around her waist, she walked the beach looking for more eye-catching shells.

she wondered what her grandmother would think of a place like this. would she like the sound of the waves? would she enjoy the smell of salt in the air? would she like the way sand felt under her feet? it was hard to know. maybe she would, maybe she wouldn’t.

spider would like it here.

he’d love it here.

he’s be a good diver. with his oxygen-mask, he’d never need to surface unless it ran out. he’d enjoy the sun. he’d enjoy the competition that being in a new place brought. he’d like fishing. he’d like exploring the mangroves.

kiri lowered to sit as her core went weak. she held her stomach and sank down onto the wet sand.

sadness rotted her insides.

it suffocated her like the woodsprites in her dreams.

it was visceral. it made her eyes sting and her chest cave.

oh, spider…

what were they doing to him?

was he even alive…

“she lives after all.”

kiri turned her head. her ears perked as they approached. aonung. tonowari’s son. she recalled his name as he and his friends walked out from the sea. his teal skin soaked in the sunlight. his double-lidded eyes bore into her like a nantang.

“where have you been? you don’t like to swim?” aonung asked as he hooked his fishing bow over his shoulder.

“i haven’t felt like it…” kiri said as she gathered all her shells. she stood and wrapped her beaded shawl around her.

“you’re not meant for it.” aonung laughed as he looked her up and down. “i mean look at you. what kind of tail is that? your arms are so thin. you have demon-hands.”

kiri scowled him as she balled her shawl around her hands and clutched it closer to her. her face burned with embarrassment as aonung’s friends laughed at her.

“you guys would be bad climbers.” she said in a voice too soft. she swallowed around the lump in her throat. “you…you make fun of me because we’re here. if you came to the forest, you’d fall to your death trying to climb around our home base in the floating mountains.”

“you’d have to be stupid like a baby to fall and kill yourself.” aonung said as he stood in front of her. a sharp grin slid across his lips. “it’s very easy to drown. i bet if you went outside the reef you wouldn’t last thirty seconds.”

“i think you’d be surprised.” kiri muttered with her chin tipped high.

“oh?” aonung grabbed her arm and tugged her forward a step. “should we test your skill, demon?”

“your father would skin you alive if he heard you talking like this, aonung. especially to a girl.”

kiri and aonung turned as he emerged from the water. aonung let go of her arm instantly and took a step aside. it was not out of fear. no. the sharp smile on his lips only worsened as the other metkayina male walked up the beach.

he was tall. really tall.

“empty handed again, koa?” aonung flicked his head toward the empty net on his shoulder.

“don’t you have better things to do besides pester people all day? i’m sure your mother has chores for you to do and your father has something to reprimand you for.” koa said.

his voice like was like the wind.

the wind up in the mountains. the wind that brushed by her ears when she rode on the back of her ikran. mighty. clear. comforting.

“c’mon,” one of aonung’s friends said with a flick of his head. “let’s go skin our kills.”

aonung looked down at kiri one last time. he bared his teeth in a vicious smile before he and his group departed. she let her shoulders drop once they were gone. when she turned her head, she was surprised to see the tall male as close as he was. she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“sorry,” he laughed under his breath. he bent down and retrieved a shell from the sand. “you dropped this.”

“oh,” kiri said. she plucked it from his large, teal fingers. she must’ve dropped it when aonung tugged her arm. “thank you…”

“are you alright?” the stranger asked with a small tilt of his head. he looked in the direction aonung had left in. “he can be a real asshole.”

“yeah…” kiri said. she followed his gaze. nodding her head, she whispered, “yeah.”

“what’s your name?”

when kiri looked up at him, she had to tilt her head far back. the metkayina male was a more than a head taller than her— and he was at least three times as broad. his arms were big. he had muscle. omatikaya males were so lean and so lanky that she forgot muscle could look that big.

on the right side of his face, he had a beautiful tattoo on his temple that crested down his cheek to underneath his eye, black inky swishes and swirls decorated his face. small dots were placed strategically within and around the lines. she wondered what it meant— if it meant anything at all.

“my name?” she shook her head. “kiri. sully.”

“kiri’suli…” he said with a slight tilt of his head.

she shook her head as her mouth popped open. “oh, no— not…no. my name is kiri. kiri. sully is my last name. kiri sully.”

“kiri. it’s nice to meet you. i’m koa.” he said extending out his hand. “koa royen’tian.”

“koa,” kiri seemed to breathe his name. for some reason, her head was spinning and she felt really hot. was she embarrassed? “thanks for butting in when you did.”

“why? would you have swam out to the reef to prove yourself?” koa asked with a slight smile.

“yeah, probably.” kiri shrugged.

koa’s eyes widened. his head tilted and his smile lessened. “oh. you’re serious…well, i’m glad i stepped in when i did then because you’d…well…” he looked out past the reef and shook his head.

kiri raised one of her eyebrows. “are you saying i would’ve drowned?”

koa’s smile was gone entirely and he went ridged. “no. no, not at all. you— you’re probably a great swimmer. i just know you would’ve both gotten in trouble.”

kiri laughed. the smile on her face was sweet and soft. “i’m just messing with you.”

“oh,” koa sighed. relief washed over him like a soothing wave. “good. that’s good…”

“are you a hunter?” kiri asked, pointing towards the net hanging on his shoulder.

“a fisherman, yes.” koa said, patting the empty net. kiri raised a brow at him. he let out a low laugh, “i swear, i’m decent at it. i already turned in my haul. that’s why this is empty.”

kiri nodded and hugged her shawl to her. she watched as he shifted his weight. was he eager to get going? she shouldn’t keep him any longer if he was busy.

“do you have to go?” kiri asked, glancing over her shoulder towards the village.

“i should. i have mouths to feed.” koa said with a small sigh. he placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her. “maybe i’ll see you around? don’t be shy. if you see me, say hi.”

kiri nodded and dipped her head the smallest bit. “alright…thanks again.”

koa dipped his head in farewell. kiri tucked her tail as he walked passed her, clutching it as close as she clutched her shells. his footprints in the sand were so deep it took the waves many tries to wipe them away completely. his large tail swished like water itself as he walked. his long, wet hair dripped down his toned back. the beads in his curls clinked as he walked.

he looked back and kiri was quick to look away. she looked down at the sand and pretended to be more interested in the shells. she placed her hand on her chest and let out a soft exhale.

so embarrassing…

kiri continued her hunt for pretty shells in order to distract herself. not only from the sadness and the annoyance that aonung had caused her to feel, but from the ticklish feeling in her belly that lingered seeing koa look back at her.

yet it couldn’t distract her from the thump whispering by in the breeze. her ears perked. she looked up from the sand, her tail flicking behind her.

she could hear it.

thump…thump…thump…

steady.

slow.

mighty.

while the noise had always — in some way or another — worried her, it was comforting to hear. a heartbeat she often assumed was her real mothers. tears brimmed on her lashes but she blinked them away. she didn’t need to cry. she didn’t want to cry.

she had been afraid that the sound would not follow her. she had been scared that the thump, thump, thump that resonated with her own beating heart would remain something she could only hear in the forest.

“i see you,” kiri whispered into the ocean breeze.

she didn’t know what she spoke to.

she didn’t know what heard her.

she just knew that it did.

the waves spilled up the shore and reached for her. a smile curled across her lips as she dragged her hand through the bubbling, clear water. it was warm against the sun-kissed sand. she giggled as small, shelled waterbugs crawled up and out of the sand. they crept across her fingers and the back of her hand. the water was strong enough to wash most of them away and she watched as they burrowed back into the sand.

kiri returned to her family’s mauri pod with a handful of shells and a smile that could’ve knocked jake off his feet if he had been standing.

“having a good day, baby girl?” jake asked as she sat beside him by the fire. he was preparing food for dinner.

kiri never answered that question. instead, she laid out the shells beside her dad and looked up at him with those always-wide yellow eyes. “do you like these? do you think they would make good necklaces?”

jake placed down the stick he used to poke and prod at the frying fish and leaned over to inspect the shells. he picked up one of the pink ones. “this one is nice. look at how pointy it is.”

“yeah, i like this one, too.” kiri said, taking it from his hand. “it’s eye-catching. i think it’ll have to make it the centerpiece.”

kiri had a habit of keeping what was hers to herself. she did not like when other people touched what was hers without asking— and, of course, her dad had a habit of forgetting to ask before touching.

“will you make me one?” jake asked as he flipped over the fish. it sizzled over the flame. the noise tickled her ears. he glanced at his daughter. “i’d wear one.”

“yes, of course.” kiri picked up a dark blue shell and held it out for him to see. “i like this one for you.”

jake had to lean back to see it clearly, looking down his nose. he nodded. “i like it a lot. it’ll look nice with my other ones.”

kiri smiled.

around jake’s neck sat three layers of necklaces that kiri had made him over the years. forest-inspired necklaces. an ikran tooth that she had carved ‘dad’ into as a small girl. the handwriting was awful but jake hadn’t taken it off once since she’d handed it to him. the others were various beads that she had carved and charms she’d made. a T for toruk makto. it sat closest to his throat like a choker.

“it’ll be your first ocean one.” kiri said as she picked away the chipped edges and cleaned away the sand from the crevasses.

“it will.” jake watched her without her knowing, a soft smile on his lips.

he always admired his children when they weren’t paying attention. he would look away when they looked up at him only to look back when something else caught their eye. he didn’t know why he did that. he’d never been the awkward type— but fatherhood had pulled deep emotions to the forefront and he sometimes had a hard time expressing them.

he loved his children. more than anything— and they all knew it despite how hard he could be on them.

kiri had not been spared from one of jake’s many lectures. less so than her brothers, but still enough to instill in her a bad habit to roll her eyes. even then, as angry as he could get and as strict as he could be— he still wore his baby’s necklaces around his neck and tucked each of them in each night.

“do you think mum will be kept safe?” kiri asked in a whisper. she couldn’t look up at him. she focused intently on the shell even when it was clean.

“no one back home would ever let anything happen to her, baby girl.” jake said softly. he reached a hand out and stroked the back of her head. “i promise.”

kiri leaned into his touch for just a moment before she stood up. she gathered her shells. “i am going to make your necklace now.”

“thank you, sweetheart,” jake said loud enough for her to hear as she hurried off. she hid behind her privacy curtain and he could hear her sniffle.

no matter how much jake wanted to comfort her, she was too much like him. she’d never accept it. from anyone. not him. not her mother. not her brothers or her sisters. not even her grandmother.

jake sighed to himself and poked at the smoking fish.

— 🪐 —

kiri got up the next morning without having to be asked. before she left the mauri pod, she gifted not only jake the necklace she promised him, but neytiri one, too. it was blue like jake’s. she had made them similar and carved a little heart into the center of each shell that hung as the focal point.

jake and neytiri each pressed a kiss to her cheek at the same time before she exited out the door. despite the fact that she rolled her eyes at the affection, she smiled as she walked with a bounce in her step down the woven walkway. behind her, her brothers bickered.

“i’m going to hold my breath for five minutes today.”lo’ak said.

neteyam laughed aloud and clapped the younger on his back. “oh, bro, you are a comedian.”

kiri turned as she heard the splash.

neteyam surfaced and nearly roared louder than the crashing waves. “you are dead, lo’ak! dead! i’m going to kill you!”

“fuck you, bitch!” lo’ak said before he turned tail and ran.

neyetam clicked his tongue and his ilu swooped right underneath him. he would cut lo’ak off where ever he decided to dive and get his revenge.

jake came storming out of the mauri. “where the hell is that boy? does he realize how loud he just was?”

“don’t worry, dad. neyetam is going to beat his butt for it.” tuk said as she bounced around kiri to stand by jake’s side. the whole of her little hand grabbed one of his fingers and she tugged at him. “come swim with me.”

“don’t you have lessons with tsireya?” jake asked as he looked down at his youngest.

“daddd,” tuk whined, shaking his hand. “please? you never swim with us!”

jake didn’t even try to resist. he patted her head. “alright, munchkin. give me a second to clean up and then we’ll go together.”

“kiri, are you going to come?” tuk asked with a beaming smile.

“i will join later. for now, i’m going to try my luck with an ilu.” kiri said with a small wave.

“be careful,” jake called after her.

she gave him a thumbs up before she continued down the woven walkway. she walked along the edge, watching the way hundreds of fish and marine life swam just below the surface. an ilu glided down below, seeming to watch her every step.

it followed kiri all the way down to the beach. the water was warm as she walked her way into it little by little. holding her hand out, she waited, eyes wide and posture tense. almost instantly, an ilu bumped its head against her hand.

kiri laughed as it pushed its head up out from the water and clicked at her. she gave it a gentle pat, dipping her head as a small hello.

“look how pretty you are,” kiri whispered as the ilu swam around her. she spun as it swam in circles, keeping her eyes on it.

ilu were not like ikran.

it would not try to kill you if you formed tsaheylu.

she was still cautious and gentle regardless.

“she’s looking to see if you have any snacks to give her.”

kiri turned. on the beach stood koa. he had his fishing bow over his back today. no net in sight. perhaps he was hunting something bigger.

“i don’t have anything to give her.” kiri said as she watched him walk into the water.

“here,” koa reached down into the pouch by his waist and pulled out a piece of fish. he handed it to her.

“thanks,” kiri said.

kiri smiled as the ilu clicked at her. she turned her head from side to side to survey the snack in kiri’s hand. extending out her palm, she let the ilu take from it. koa bit back a laugh as the ilu stole it and swam off.

“that is eli’sae,” koa said with a smile down at kiri. “she’s young. mischievous. she’ll come back to you if you keep bringing snacks. sometimes, ilu are picky with riders when they are young.”

“do ilu bond like ikran do?” kiri asked as she watched eli’sae jump from the water and dive back in.

“no but they have favorite people.” koa said. he let out a loaded sigh, “now a tsurak is like an ikran but they have no bond for life. you must form a deep connection by trail and error. my tsurak did not like me at first. sometimes, i think she still does not.”

“i have no interest in riding one of those. i saw my dad fly off his and i think i’ll pass.” kiri said with a small wave of her hands.

“not a warrior, forest girl?” koa asked with a curious tilt of his head.

“no,” kiri laughed and wrapped her arms around herself. she shook her head and said, “i leave fighting to my brothers. i like medicines. healing is what i enjoy.”

“i’ll come to you when i bleed then, little tsahik.” koa said, pulling off his fishing bow. he cupped his mouth and let out a series of loud, rapid clicks.

kiri’s eyes widened and she stepped back as a skimwing leapt from the water and spread its massive wings. sea water sprayed lightly across the both of them, koa extending out an arm to keep it from splashing in her face.

“sorry about that. she’s too fast for her own good.” koa said with an awkward smile. he ran his hand along the skimwing’slengthy snout and mounted her. “good luck with eli’sae. she’s going to pester you since you fed her. try to bond.”

“do you have anymore of those snacks?” kiri asked.

koa reached down and pulled his pouch off his belt. he tossed it to her and she caught it. “if you have no luck by the time i am back, i will help you.”

“are you saying i won’t be able to do it myself?” kiri asked with a curious raise of her brow.

“i never said that, forest girl, i’m simply offering help if you need it.” koa said. he grinned at her and grabbed ahold of the saddle, lowering down on his skimwing’s back. “we shall ride together when i return if you wish. if you’ve managed to tame her, that is.”

kiri stuck her tongue out at him.

the gesture was so human. too human.

and yet he stuck his tongue out right back at her without missing a beat.

hey ^-^ thanks for reading. lowkey nervous to write a na’vi oc but i am feeling inspired :3 hopefully you enjoyed. i love kiri and resonate with her character so much. update when i can but in the meantime, check out my masterlist for other works. see ya when i see ya <3 —moony

#avatar way of water #kiri sully #koa royen’tian #kiri x koa #avatar 2009 #avatar 2009 fan fic #avatar the way of water #omatikaya x metkayina #metkayina oc #Lo’ak #aonung #tsireya #neteyam #they match each others weird :( awww #neurodivergent kiri is my truth idc #girl dad jake sully ily

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trip-the-cal-fantastic · 3 months ago

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Edelweiss

Dad!Jake Kiszka x F!OC (Mariah Carella)

MDNI!

Warnings: Swearing, use of pet-names (significant other and kids), cochlear implant, description of a dancer’s body, mention of an absent father, mention of grandparents passing, mention of a mother passing of cancer

Word Count ~ 2.7k

The crackle of one of the baby monitors on the nightstand made Jake stir. He propped himself up on his elbow, one eye still squinted closed as he tried to decipher which one of the kids was awake. Another cry caught his ear, his attention pulled to his four month old daughter’s monitor. He sat up with a quiet grunt, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and scrubbing his hands over his face.

Behind him, Mariah had slowly started to wake up. “Jay?” She rubbed her eyes and sat up, holding the blanket to her chest. “What’s going on?”

“Tommie’s awake.” Jake stood from the bed, adjusting the waistband of his sweatpants and stretching his back. “Go back to sleep. I got her.”

Jake padded down the hall and passed Henry's room to Tommie's nursery. It was 4:30 in the morning, and the baby girl was awake. He quietly pushed the door open and made his way to the crib, leaning over the side to pick her up. "Do you have any idea what time it is, my sweet girl? Daddy was supposed to be sleeping, and so were you."

Jake scooped the crying infant up, cradling her to his bare chest and kissing her dark tufts of hair. "My goodness, Tommie. You must be so hungry, doing all that screaming. You're lucky bubbie’s deaf and Momma’s a heavy sleeper, or else we’d both be in trouble." He took the baby out to the kitchen, trying to make her a bottle as quickly as he could, which proved to be pretty difficult with only one hand.

Jake carried Tommie to the couch, rearranging the pillows and blankets to make a spot from them to curl up together. He tucked a pillow under his arm and positioned the baby in the crook of his elbow. He guided the bottle to her mouth, letting out a content sigh as her tiny cries turned into the sounds of suckling.

Jake yawned as Tommie ate, his eyelids becoming heavy. He stayed awake long enough for her to finish eating and to be burped. Jake had laughed when she did, the sound being so big for someone so tiny.

He shifted Tommie to lay with her head on his chest, one hand resting on her back, the other behind his head. She started to fuss again, but he had a plan. "No tears, darling. Shh, shh shh. Daddy’s right here."

Jake began to sing a familiar melody, the vibration of his chest soothing his daughter. “Edelweiss, edelweiss. Every morning you greet me. Small and white, clean and bright. You look happy to meet me.” Jake smiled down at Tommie, running his thumb back and forth on her little back as her little eyes that mirrored his own fluttered shut again. He continued singing, his voice smooth and low in his chest. “Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow. Bloom and grow forever. Edelweiss, edelweiss. Bless my homeland forever. Edelweiss, edelweiss. Every morning you greet me.”

Little did he know, Mariah had quietly gotten out of bed and was standing in the kitchen, listening to Jake's soft voice drift through the house, her hand over her heart, and a single tear rolling down her cheek. She rounded the corner, stopping at the arm of the couch to admire Jake, being the best dad she could have ever imagined. "Oh, cara mio."

Jake turned his head, only slightly startled by Mariah, and smiled. “G’morning, sweetheart.” He took a moment, admiring her half-asleep state. Her jet-black hair had some leftover curl from the previous day, her curtain bangs parted in the middle and long enough to be tucked behind her ears. She wore a loose pair of silk pajama shorts and one of Jake’s shirts from when they were in highschool, the bottom of the shirt tucked into the band of her sports bra.

Mariah had a dancer's body, which was to be expected, considering she had been dancing since she was 4 years old, and spent the better part of her days teaching kids, ranging from ages 2 to 17 at the Millenium Dance Complex. Every part of her is slim and toned with muscles, especially her legs and midsection. Her skin held a year-round olive hue, inherited from her mother’s Italian genes, much like the rest of her features. Her voice even carried the same Jersey Shore-sounding accent, and it drove Jake wild. Sometimes, with certain words, like water or car, they could hear a slight accent in Henry’s little voice.

Mariah’s mother, Francesca Carella, or Franny, as everyone knew her, grew up in Staten Island, and moved to Frakenmuth when Mariah was 3. They lived four houses up from the Kiszkas, and five houses down from the Wagners. Mariah’s grandparents also moved to Michigan, sharing a home with her and her mother. It was her Grandpa Michaelangelo, who just went by Mike, who had the thought for them to leave Staten Island, wanting to get Mariah away from her biological father. That man couldn’t have cared less about the fact that he had a daughter. The only thing Mariah knew about her father was that he had a deaf sister, which is where Henry’s deafness came from. Mariah carried the recessive allele from her father’s gene pool, and apparently Jake carried it from somewhere in his own bloodline.

Franny’s mother, Rosa-Lynn, had basically raised Mariah while Franny worked. Both of Mariah’s grandparents had passed away when she was in high school, a few months apart from each other. Shortly after she and Jake moved to Nashville, Mariah’s mother fell terribly ill with pancreatic cancer. They tried every treatment the doctors had to offer, but her condition only worsened. A couple of months before Henry was born, Franny passed away with Mariah by her side in her home in Michigan.

Jake and Mariah honored their memory with the names of their kids. Henry Michael, named for Jimi Hendrix (Henry was the closest Mariah would let Jake get to naming their son Hendrix), Josh, and Michaelangelo Carella. Tommie Frances-Lynn, named for Jake, Sam, Franny, and Rosa-Lynn Carella. They used to joke about it being fate that their family names were so similar, thinking it meant that they were supposed to be together so they could carry down the names.

Jake’s eyes raked over her form in the low light pooling in from the kitchen. “How is it that you are so beautiful all the damn time?” He held his arm out for her, motioning for her to join him. Mariah moved to sit on the couch, curling herself into Jake's side and resting her head on his shoulder. She placed her hand over his where it rested on Tommie's back as Jake pressed a kiss to the top of her forehead, enjoying the moment of rare silence in their home.

And, just as soon as it started, that moment of silence was over.

Having a deaf toddler in their ‘Terrible Twos’ and a four month old was not for the faint of heart. Henry’s crying rang out from his bedroom down the hall. Mariah sighed and rose from the couch, pressing a quick kiss to Jake's lips. "I swear it's like the Bat Signal.”

Jake chuckled and spoke in a loving tone. "Go be BatMom."

Mariah made her way to Henry's room, pushing the door open and turning his light on. Henry was standing in his crib, his dark blond hair tousled by sleep and red lines and creases on his face from his blankets. He squinted at the light and rubbed his face before looking up to Mariah with sleepy eyes.

Mariah moved to the dresser, grabbing Henry’s cochlear processor and holding it up for him to see. She pointed to Henry, then to the processor, and signed ‘want’, her eyebrows raised to show that she was asking a question. When they were at the house, Jake and Mariah gave Henry the option of wearing his processor or not, to which he usually opted for the latter. However, if they were going out where people would want or need to talk to him, Henry had to wear the hearing aid.

Normally, it was a fight to get the boy to wear his cochlear first thing in the morning, but today he nodded without protest. Mariah stepped closer to the crib, attaching the magnet of the processor to the implant site behind Henry’s right ear and draping the speech processor over his ear. She watched the little green indicator light start to blink, meaning that the device was connected and Henry was receiving sound. “All good, bubbie?”

Henry blinked slowly and nodded, holding his arms out for Mariah to pick him up. She lifted him out of the crib, hugging him to her chest and planting kisses all over his face, eliciting sleepy, crackley giggles from the boy. Mariah smiled down at Henry, resting her forehead against his. “Good morning, little bear.”

Henry craned his neck, pressing an awkward toddler kiss to the corner of Mariah’s mouth. She giggled and scrunched her nose up. “Oh, that’s very sweet. Thank you, Henry.” She laid Henry on his changing table, putting him in a clean pull-up before carrying him out to the living room, where Jake and Tommie were still cuddled together on the couch. “Look who’s awake and put his processor on without a fight.” She sat next to Jake, the little boy curling up in her lap and laying his head against her shoulder, facing Jake.

Jake reached over and ran his hand through Henry’s hair, being mindful of the cochlear processor. He spoke to the boy, keeping his voice quiet enough to not wake Tommie, but loud enough that Henry could hear him. “Good morning, Henry. Did you sleep good, bear?”

Henry nodded and pointed to his pajama shirt. “Di-tars.” Jake and Mariah were very proud of the little boy’s speech. He had come a long way in only one year of having the cochlear implant; from having no words or hearing at all, to being able to speak clearly in almost full sentences, hear more than 65% of what people were saying, and starting to use and understand sign language, which Jake and Mariah had taken upon themselves to learn and teach to Henry.

Jake smiled and nodded. “I see that, baby boy. Those are guitars just like Daddy’s, huh? Who got you those p.j.s, Henry?”

“Unca Day.” Henry’s little voice was still scratchy from sleep. ‘Unca Day’ was how he said Uncle Danny. He leaned forward, reaching out with a little hand to rest it on Tommie’s back. “Sissy.” Henry looked up at Mariah with tired, brown eyes that matched hers perfectly; a soft amber color. That boy was identical to his father, but his eyes were definitely passed down from his Momma. “Sissy seeping?”

Mariah nodded, keeping her hand on Henry’s arm, just in case. Again, ‘Terrible Twos’. “That’s right, bubbie. Tommie is sleeping. We have to be very quiet so she doesn’t wake up and cry. We don’t want her to cry, do we?”

Henry shook his head and pulled his hand back, instead using it to sign as he spoke. “No, no, no, no.” He turned in Mariah’s lap, crawling off of her and standing between her and Jake on the couch. “Dada, me hold you?”

Jake put one hand on Henry’s leg, holding him steady. “Hang on, bear.” He shifted Tommie gently into the crook of his arm and then carefully pulled Henry onto his lap. “Be careful, okay? Remember, sissy is little, so you have to be very gentle. Dada will hold you if you promise to sit still. Can you sit still for me, Henry?”

Henry nodded and snuggled into Jake’s side, his head resting on his chest and his knees just barely pressing into his dad’s ribcage. “Pomise, Dada.” Jake smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of Henry’s head.

Mariah stood from the couch, patting Jake’s knee as she did. “You want coffee, baby?” Seeing him nod, she gave him a small smile and disappeared into the kitchen. She could hear Tommie start to coo and whine, but Jake was quick with his soothing. His voice filled the house again, the lyrics to Edelweiss flitting through the air.

On the second round of the song, Mariah carried two mugs of coffee back to the living room, finding both Henry and Tommie asleep in Jake’s arms. Henry had lifted his hand and rested it on Jake’s throat, feeling the way his Adam’s apple moved as he sang. He had also pushed the magnet of his cochlear off of his implant site, letting it hang down from the wire of the processing unit that sat over his ear and relying solely on the vibrations of Jake’s voice.

Mariah smiled at her little family and set Jake’s cup on the end table next to him. She set her own mug next to his, moving to gently lift Tommie into her arms, shushing the baby and swaying side to side.

This was a common routine in the morning, taking turns holding the kids so the other could drink their coffee or eat. However, Henry always ended up in Jake’s arms, a subtle reminder to Mariah that her boys were best friends and she would probably always be second place in the kid’s eyes. But, for now, Tommie was still very dependent on Mariah, so that made up for it, and was honestly easier on her.

Mariah sat in the recliner with the baby and grabbed her cup of coffee, taking a small sip and letting out a small hum as she used her foot to rock the chair back and forth. Jake followed suit, adjusting his hold on Henry and taking a drink of his own coffee.

Henry stirred and shifted in his sleep, his little hand on Jake’s throat flexing, his grip subconsciously tightening on his windpipe. Jake’s breath hitched and he let out a choked cough followed by a watery-eyed laugh. “Jesus Christ.” He coughed and chuckled again, taking another drink of his coffee to soothe his throat.

Mariah raised her eyebrows at Jake, giggling along with him. “You alright over there?”

Jake nodded and swallowed hard, rubbing his hand over Henry’s hair. “Yeah. Felt like bubbie grabbed my esophagus.”

Mariah laughed harder as Tommie cooed and grunted in her sleep, an unfortunate, familiar rumble coming from her lower half. Mariah looked down at the baby and let out a light-hearted groan that turned into a giggle. “Tommie Frances-Lynn. Good lord, darling. You feel better?”

Jake set his mug down, a look of pure shock and entertainment playing on his features as he glanced over to Mariah and the baby. “What was that?” He spoke through a fit of quiet laughter, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.

“Your daughter just pooped.” Mariah looked down at Tommie again, seeing the tiny grin on her lips. “And, she’s smiling about it. You really are a Kiszka, huh baby girl?”

“Holy hell. That was her?” The shaking of Jake’s shoulders and chest woke Henry, who sat up with a small whine, his eyes still half closed. Jake ran his free hand over Henry’s head and reconnected his processor. “Sorry to wake you, bubbie. Tommie shit her pants. Bad.”

Mariah stifled her laughter behind her hand. “Jacob. Do not say that to him. He’s in that stage where he repeats everything.” She set her coffee cup down and stood with Tommie. “Shoo! You stink, Tommie. We should make Daddy change your butt, sissy bear.”

Jake’s brow furrowed in feigned offense as he laughed again. “Hey, woah. Why do I have to do it? I haven’t clocked in for diaper duty this morning.”

“Come on, Jay.” Mariah held Tommie out in front of her and smiled widely. “I already changed Henry this morning. This one’s all yours.”

Jake groaned and patted Henry’s leg. “Hop up, bear. Daddy has to…” He gestured to Tommie and scrunched his nose. “…Take care of that.” Henry climbed off of Jake, who stood and sighed, taking the baby from Mariah. “Come on, stinker. Let’s get you all fresh and clean.”

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toasttt11 · 1 month ago

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godfather

May 17, 2021

Logan walked through the Johnston house leaving his bag in the guest room and heading to Wyatt’s room that he has been in many times but now Wyatt has a daughter.

The door was wide open and Logan peeked into the room and paused seeing Wyatt just holding his daughter Carson in a rocking chair and smiling down at her.

Logan softly knocked on the door making Wyatt look up he continued to smile seeing his best friend, “Hey Stanks.” Wyatt’s voice was soft.

Logan saw how much Wyatt just seemed to be glowing and he looked incredibly happy, Logan has never seen his best friend this happy.

“Hi.” Logan spoke quietly walking in and sitting on the side of the bed closest to the chair where Wyatt was sitting with Carson.

Logan’s breath got caught in his throat seeing Carson in person for the first time, he’s gotten many videos and photos the past few days from Wyatt already but she was even more beautiful in person. Carson looks so much like Wyatt already, “She’s so pretty.” Logan mumbled in awe making Wyatt’s smile widen even more.

“She’s perfect.” Wyatt agreed pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, “Want to hold her?” Wyatt offered making Logan look nervous but slowly nod.

Wyatt stood up and sat on the bed next to Logan and gently set Carson into Logan’s arms and helped Logan fix his arms correctly, “See not to hard.” Wyatt complimented.

Logan just smiled at the sleeping baby in her arms.

“You’ll be a good godfather for her.” Wyatt nonchalantly told Logan with a mischievous smile as Logan’s head snapped to him.

“What?” Logan’s voice cracked.

“You’re her godfather, Quinn is her godmother.” Wyatt told Logan knowing his sister and his best friend is who he trusts if something ever happened to him.

“Are you sure?” Logan stuttered out looking shocked but touched.

“There’s no one else i would rather it be.” Wyatt just answered honestly.

“Thank you.” Logan’s voice trembled with emotion, “I’ll be the best godfather i promise.” Logan promised to Carson and Wyatt.

“I know.” Wyatt fondly agreed he trusts Logan and knows he will be a good godfather.

Logan continued holding his sleeping goddaughter until his arms were numb and he told Wyatt that making Wyatt laugh.

Wyatt helped Logan set Carson into her bassinet and Carson rested her little head on the teddy bear in her bassinet that was bigger than her.

Wyatt picked out the teddy bear for Carson when he went shopping with his mom and loved it and Carson seems to already love it.

Wyatt pressed a kiss to Carson’s forehead and made sure the blinds in the room were fully closed so Carson could sleep. He turned the baby monitor on and grabbed the other piece and gestured for Logan to follow him.

“Come on let’s hit some pucks.” Wyatt nudged Logan playfully after he shut the door quietly letting his daughter sleep peaceful.

Logan laughed and nudged him back.

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wheneclipsefalls · 1 year ago

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heyy , could you maybe write a Loak x male reader Drabble or sth where he acts like very dominant and bratty but his alpha knows what an submissive omega he truly his and puts him in his place ?

Masterlist I AO3

Pairing: aged up Omega Lo'ak x Alpha male oc

Synopsis: Lo'ak may have been born an omega but that doesn't mean he wants to act like one.

Warnings: omegaverse, explicit (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), anal, power imbalance. alpha/omega dynamics, punishment, dom/sub undertones, bondage, public sexual acts, swearing, etc.

A/N: Anon, sorry I didn't make it male reader simply because I am not very good at writing that perspective but feel free to insert yourself as the male oc. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for being patient <3

Taking the back route towards the village is longer, almost half a mile out of his way. For Lo’ak, however, his priorities today lie in not being seen. With today’s fiasco and now the awaiting wrath of his father, Lo’ak decides it is well worth the extra steps. He knows he was meant to join the other omegas for the special retreat, but there were better things that Lo’ak had found to occupy his time with than getting brainwashed into submission.

He could imagine it now, all the eager and young omega gathering in a circle to fill the air with gossip and bashful talk of their alphas or potential mates. They most likely swooned and sighed while discussing the joys of being an omega. Surely passing around family recipes for healing ointments and weaving tricks followed. The thought alone makes Lo’ak’s stomach flip in adamant disgust.

It’s not that he finds anything wrong with being omega. That is, for others. Omega nature plays an important role in their clan and families, balancing out beta and alpha qualities until there is a harmonious blend of strengths and weaknesses, just as Eywa had intended.

And that is great…for others.

Lo’ak is not meant to be the submissive type. He has a wild streak and rebellious nature that has kept his parents and older brother running after him since the day he learned to walk.

So that is how he knows that joining the omega retreat today would not only have been a waste of time but furthermore humiliated him as his incompatible personality would clash with that of docile omegas.

That being said, he knows how important his participation in this retreat is to his father. Jake had pulled some special strings to get the event to occur months earlier than planned, a joint effort that his mate was sure to be in on. And it’s the thought of Ezar’s knowledge of his disobedience that has Lo’ak’s stomach twisting into knots. His patient, but strict, alpha who has put up with more mischievous antics and woos from an omega than perhaps every other alpha combined. There’s no telling what sort of lecture and punishment awaits him at home, so Lo’ak takes the most reasonable course of action.

He hides.

Although, he doesn’t prefer to call it hiding. It’s simply…spending some quality alone time.

However, now it has been over five hours since he has eaten anything but wild berries, a problem that wouldn’t exist had he attended the retreat and partaken in the great feast there, so Lo’ak is driven back to the village by the sizzling scent of roasting meat. He’s strategic with his path, knowing better than to nonchalantly trot back for dinner and assume that his absence has not been reported. From this trail he is hoping to reach the outskirts of the communal fire, hidden by the growing shadows of eclipse and therefore able to snatch a piece of meat before cowering to safety once more.

When he reaches the outskirts of the gathering, a cocky smile spreads across his face in triumph. His family can be seen on the other side of the fire, messing with Tuk’s tangled braids as she whines incessantly. There isn’t enough attention left for him, a fact that used to make Lo’ak angry but now has come to show endless benefits.

It's when he braces himself forward to sneakily drag a piece of meat on a leaf plate back that Lo’ak feels the warmth of a hand gripped around the back of his neck. His airway isn’t cut off in the slightest but it’s firm just enough to set his omega instincts alight. A thumb swiping over his bonding bite gives the stranger away immediately. He is brought back to his feet slowly until he can feel the solid toned chest pressed against his upper back.

“There you are.” Lo’ak tries to hold back the thrilled shiver that rackets through his body, the luring deep voice rattling his bones. A cloud of heated breath tickles at his prickled skin. “I just had a very interesting chat with your brother.”

Neteyam.

Lo’ak has to admit that his older brother’s efficiency in tattling on him mere hours after his disappearance is impressive. A greater diligence than he would’ve expected, even from the golden boy himself. He glares an imaginary hole into the back of Neteyam’s head where his brother sits obliviously across the fire, rebraiding Tuk’s hair.

“Well I know how much you two enjoy your Lo’ak gossip sessions.” He grits out between clenched teeth even though Ezar’s darkening makes his knee threaten to buckle.

“Lo’ak.” His name is spoken as a hissed reprimand, enough to momentarily have Lo’ak biting his tongue regretfully.

“You didn’t even bother to show up.” Ezar’s sigh sends goosebumps racing across his skin. Irritably Lo’ak swings the grip off his neck and turns to stomp away from the communal fire. He’s not surprised to hear thudding footsteps practically nipping at his heels. Ezar’s own shadow stretches over Lo’ak’s along the forest floor, spreading a wave of anxiety as his headstrong will and submissive nature clash.

“If you didn’t want to go, then you should’ve talked to me.” Ezar snatches his arm, forcing the boy to spin on his heel.

It’s true. Lo’ak mentally scolds himself for not reaching out to his alpha earlier about the issue, but somehow that realization only spurs on his rebellious spark to burn brighter. He has no desire to admit his own wrongdoings, stubborn pride prompting him to glare up at the alpha. There is a spark of challenge alight in his eyes as he feigns a nonchalant confidence and squares his shoulders assertively. It takes every fiber of his being to not heed the small voice in the back of his head urging him to shrink beneath that alpha’s intense glare.

“I don’t have to report every detail of my life to you. I can go and do as I please.” Lo’ak’s chin tilts up in counterfeit confidence, ignoring the way Ezar’s head tilts jarringly slow.

“Is that so?” Ezar’s voice is as level and smooth as fine silk, a natural aura of ease radiating off of him tangibly. Lo’ak is surprised to see how quickly such a simple question sends warning bells ringing through his head. His throat physically strains in an effort to not visibly gulp as the older male prowls forward with fluid steps.

They’ve played this game before. Somehow it always ends with Lo’ak backed up against a tree, trapped by his mate’s impressive physique till atoning words flow from Lo’ak’s lips. His heels twitch slightly with the natural instinct to step back with every progression of Ezar’s path. This time, however, he stops himself. He plants them forcibly in the muddy soil and imagines that they are held by the same concrete seen at Hell’s Gate.

I am unmovable, Lo’ak mentally chants.

“I don’t need an alpha babysitting me.” The omega is proud of how stern and steady his voice comes out despite his nerves twisting together into a tight ball. For a moment he lets himself imagine what an alpha would do, what his father does, what Ezar does, and he uses this knowledge to his advantage. His chest puffs out and hands naturally settle themselves along the dips of his hips, stance wide and rigid.

Ezar laughs.

That asshole laughs.

Not the usual carefree laughter that shakes the male’s chest after one of Lo’ak’s well played jokes. This sound comes out with an arrogant timber and amused smile that makes Lo’ak’s nails dig into his palm. He is caught between apprehension and anger as he stands there and purses his lips into an unintended pout.

“Is that what I do, yawne? Babysit you?” Ezar drawls, trapping Lo’ak’s chin between pinched fingers. The alpha’s head tilts to the side and Lo’ak’s spots the glimmer of sharp incisors poking between the male’s tempting lips. It feels like a trap, one that the alpha is just waiting for Lo’ak to stumble into. Still, it’s too late to back down now.

So Lo’ak does what he does best.

He digs in his heels.

“Second only to your favorite pastime of bossing me around.”

Lo’ak can practically feel the alpha’s hairless brow raise as they are nose to nose. Warm saliva pools along his tongue, sharp teeth aching to bite his bottom lip. Ezar’s even fall and rise of his chest presses the defined muscles against the omega’s own chest. Lo’ak prays to Eywa that Ezar is too distracted to notice the essence of his arousal whisper in the air.

“And what alternative do you propose, omega?” Their lips brush together with every word coming from Ezar’s mouth. “You feel it better if I let you be in charge?”

The alpha’s head shakes to give a fleeting eskimo kiss before dipping down to trace the curve of Lo’ak’s neck. The Sully boy struggles to lift his eyelids as a long kiss is placed directly over his mating mark. Ezar knows how sensitive the area is, how directly linked the physical depiction of their connection is to Lo’ak’s submission. Still, the omega bites his tongue and forces himself to look over his head, straight at the nearest tree.

It becomes increasingly more difficult to decipher Ezar’s mood in these situations, something that alpha has used to his advantage. Lo’ak is under no illusion that he will wiggle out of retribution after the stunt he pulled today, but he craves to keep this charade going longer. He needs to see how far he can assert his own dominance. He is convinced that it is an effort made to prove something to himself, but deep down he knows it’s to challenge his alpha.

To see the real evidence that this man is worthy of his submission and trust. That no matter how hard Lo’ak fights and bites and drives the male to the edge, he will always put in the effort necessary to bring him into that tranquil state of abiding his natural instincts. To demonstrate that he will never be abandoned or forgotten.

So with that in mind, Lo’ak clears his throat and manages to clearly say, “As I said, I don’t need someone else telling me what to do.”

“Oh I see.” Lo’ak can feel the pull of a vicious smile etched along his alpha’s face as it trails upwards till they are cheek to cheek. Calloused fingers dance with a feather-like fragility over the omega’s hips and sides. “You poor thing,” comes the husky whisper against his right ear.

“Being looked after,” The seductive touches drip lower. “Taken care of,” Lo’ak barely holds in a gasp as curved knuckles slowly trace the bulge in his loincloth. Heat like molten gold settles in his belly, fire steaming to reaching anywhere from his toes to fingertips. “All that coddling must be so infuriating for someone as independent as you, hm?”

Lo’ak’s posture falls to shambles with that large hand slipping past the waistband to wrap around his base. His hips buck involuntarily into Ezar’s grip.

“Someone who would rather take care of things themselves.” The smooth glide of Ezar’s grip accompanies the words. The pad of his thumb drags over the head and Lo’ak finally gives into the urge to bite his bottom lip harshly. The omega’s cock is easily nestled in Ezar’s hand, being a considerable number of inches shorter than the alpha’s own. “No need to have some alpha take care of this pretty little cock, no?”

Lo’ak panics slightly when he feels the male’s hand retreat, only to then be confused by his wrist being grabbed and pushed down the front of his own loincloth.

“So then take care of it.” Ezar encourages. Forcefully wrapping Lo’ak’s hand around his small shaft before recoiling entirely.

As Lo’ak silently sputters, frozen in place, he mourns the loss of his mate’s heat and touch, who now stands several feet away with his hands on his hips. Upon recovery, he gathers every tendril of fervent anger together to glower up at his lover.

“Go on.” Ezar simply states with a wave of his hand.

Lo’ak can feel the fever of his blushing cheeks spreading over to the tint the very tips of his ears, but he tenaciously keeps his brows furrowed and tempestuous filled eyes pinpointed on the smirking male. He is caught between getting himself off desperately and storming away to pout. His decision hinges on which one will express his indignation to his mate in the most profound fashion. Completely mortified, he finds his cock twitching in his palm, apparently unruffled by the predicament.

Swirling between the two options, it seems that there is no legitimate strategy to getting what he wants while also maintaining his pride.

So he lets the volcano of emotion erupt.

“Fuck you!” He spits, yanking his hand out and rushing past the looming alpha.

A sharp shriek departs his lips as the root of his kuru is trapped and tugged harshly. He stumbles to find footing, only to fall back against his mate’s warm chest. Strained by the hold on his kuru and arm caging his waist, Lo’ak finally feels the reality of this trap lock into place.

“How many?”

Lo’ak’s ears immediately droop, unhappy to know exactly what the alpha is asking.

“Five, sir.” He grumbles between barely parted lips. Hoping to work on Lo’ak’s overuse of foul language, Ezar had been rewarding every dirty word with five spanks. Some days it’s left Lo’ak with a red ass perceivable to the common eye, hiking up his attitude and embarrassment to new heights.

“Good boy.” It’s the first sample of praise to leave Ezar’s lips that day and Lo’ak tries not to acknowledge the radiating relief he feels blooming in his chest. His jaw locks together and he refuses to show any hint of enjoyment at being praised, like some perfect little obedient omega.

He’s toppled over one of Ezar’s propped knee in a flash before a quick succession of five hard spanks are laid down on his vulnerable behind. It’s impossible to keep his shrill cry in. Ezar’s upper body strength is greater than many Na’vi that Lo’ak knows. The alpha’s muscular biceps has Lo’ak drooling one day and begging for mercy the next. He wonders if he had been better at keeping a poker face during the first spanking he had ever received, if the alpha would still use it as the go to effective retribution.

Swiftly Lo’ak is pulled back to standing in the alpha’s arm, face hiding against his chest as the omega tries to recover his composure. Ezar gently pats his head and Lo’ak frowns at how incredible the nonchalant touch feels.

“Now, let’s go yawne.”

“Home’s the other way.” Lo’ak protests as Ezar starts guiding them back the direction they came. Large hands squeezing his plush hips to steer him properly, the omega’s cheeks clench to keep the dribble of slick from coating his inner thighs.

“I know. We aren’t going home.”

Lo’ak’s feets slide against the slippery mud when he realizes they are returning back to the dining area. He’s sure at this point that there is at least a faint blush left upon his bare cheeks and even if it is not so, he has lost all appetite. Or rather, all desire to be around others, especially his father who is yet to chew him out for disappearing.

“I’m not hungry.” He twists to turn the other way but all that accomplishes him is being picked up with one arm around his waist and carried further towards their destination.

“Funny, I don’t remember asking.” Ezar adjusts the omega in his arms till Lo’ak’s feet are kicking in the air. “Besides, it’s where you were headed in the first place. And since you’re in charge now, it seems only fair to return you to where you were found.”

Lo’ak knows the fight is over. Every scrap of energy he had left to bait his mate has melted into a puddle of scorching desire spreading into every crevice of his body.

Being forced to sit on his alpha’s lap was surprising, usually Lo’ak was at least afforded the choice of where he wanted to sit. Still, it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Or at least that is what he thought until he was shifted to have his ass lined up perfectly over Ezar’s growing bulge. The friction was almost non-existent but that didn’t seem to matter when it came to his omega hindbrain, especially after going all day without his mate’s presence or affection.

It seemed all of this played perfectly into Ezar’s hand as his touch began to gently travel further and further up Lo’ak’s inner thighs. His own cock strained against the restrictive fabric of his loincloth, all too aware of the pleasure that was almost his minutes earlier. Ezar's affectionate touching was occasionally ramped higher with random kisses left on Lo’ak’s cheek, neck, mating mark, and shoulders. He didn’t plow ahead with brutal force to mold the omega back into a docile headspace, the alpha was too patient for that. He knew Lo’ak too well.

So once ten minutes had passed with these torturous comforting and seductive touches mixed together, Lo’ak couldn’t handle the constant clenching of his hole and hunger for real intimacy therefore leading him to quietly beg for what his hindbrain had been purring for since Ezar first grabbed his neck.

Naturally, Ezar complied…that is, technically.

Lo’ak shifted once more, trying to angle his mate's massive length against his prostate but failing miserably. The rough texture of his mate’s hands smoothed over his plush thighs leisurely before pushing the omega’s hips back into place. Lo’ak recognizes the coppery taste of blood leaking from his inner lip, clamping down in effort to keep in his wanton moans. Time has warped into a frenzy of confusion, his thoughts only focused on the wicked desires thrumming through him.

Sitting on the very outskirts of the gathering, the orange glow from the fire barely has a hold on the pair and it’s this thought that give Lo’ak solace. He’s tiptoeing the edge of humiliation, surrounded by his family and friends while Ezar is balls deep inside of him, casually lifting pieces of food to the boy’s lips. If only they knew the state he is held in, the true obedience that lies beneath his facade of teeth and obstinance.

His nerves and arousal, however, weave together sinfully till the omega is confused about whether or not he would enjoy such a truth being revealed. It’s wrong and it’s risky, yet somehow it fuels the flames of his desire and therefore the ache of this torture as he is forced to stay in place.

This is not what he envisioned upon begging for his mate’s cock sweetly.

“Open.'' Another scrap of meat is held up to Lo’ak’s lips but he simply groans and throws his head back against Ezar’s shoulder instead. “Come on, you’re being so good for me. Why stop now? Don’t you want to make me happy?” Ezar coos against Lo’ak’s lolled head.

Lo’ak’s not sure why that works, and he has no interest in investigating it further, but it does. His lips part slowly and he soaks in the whispered praise as he chews the meat with weakened stamina.The pattern continues with every bite reluctantly being pushed past his ips until his alpha has decided it’s been a sufficient meal.

Still, he makes no motion to move.

“Look at you,” The alpha’s voice resounds deeply into a purr. “Warming my cock like a good boy. I knew you had it in you, baby.” His toes curl into the dry dirt and he looks around to make sure no eavesdropping ear has caught the whispered praise. However, his diligence in masking their crude acts is quickly slipping, being replaced by the inherit need to be properly fucked by his alpha.

Despite the throbbing of Ezar’s cock inside the warm channel of his hole, the alpha appears to be in no rush. He pacifies every hushed whimper with fond pets and kisses, enticing the omega’s body to completely fall back against him. After being repositioned for the fifth time, Lo’ak feels as if he is about to cry on the spot. Drafting pheromones betray his temperament, but instead of giving the boy what he really wants, Ezar softly guides Lo’ak’s face to nuzzle against his neck.

He can still hold on to the last bit of resolve it takes to not let physical tears fall from his golden orbs, but it’s shakable and wavering. Pressed against the part where his alph’s scent is the strongest, Lo’ak becomes intoxicated with the sensation. His body finally goes limp, apart from the occasional shuffling, and he allows himself to melt against his alpha. It’s been a long day and now the only thing that he is convinced will make him feel better is being filled with his alpha’s seed.

It’s something Lo’ak would never dream of admitting out loud. On most days it takes considerable encouragement and patience on Ezar’s behalf to pry those words from Lo’ak’s lips in private. Sitting here, however, split open and on the brink of ecstasy after a long day, he’s having a hard time holding himself back from begging in front of everybody.

“Such a pretty boy.” Ezar murmurs against Lo’ak’s temple, the omega’s signature front beaded braids rolling between them. The flat of his hand travels across Lo’ak’s chest, rolling over the boy’s nipples, bringing forth another muted whine and wiggling of hips.

“Not fair.” Lo’ak gripes against his pulse. The painstakingly slow petting along his chest feels as if it is lighting his skin on fire, effectively causing a burning to ignite from the inside out. It’s the drag of Ezar’s hips moving for the first time that has the omega clamping down on the soft flesh above his mate’s collarbone.

“What’s not fair, baby?” The silky braids twist around Ezar’s fingers as he lazily plays with them. “You said you should be in charge and I’m letting you. We ate dinner like you wanted.” Another kiss to his forehead, the skin warm against Ezar’s lips. “You wanted my cock and I gave you that.” The tone drops to a lower octave but Lo’ak no longer cares enough to check the safety of their private conversation.

“That’s not what I meant.” He whines and turns further into the alpha but that only causes a new angle to be hit and another wave of pleasure to shake through him.

“Then tell me exactly what you want.” Ezar’s pelvis rolls forward, and like a hunter knows every inch of their weapon, his alpha knows exactly how to find his little bundle of nerves perfectly. Lo’ak’s mouth pries open in a silent scream, mind going blank for a prolonged moment. It’s only Ezar’s hand coming up to gently close his jaw that keep him from looking like a fucked out omega and ultimately blowing their cover.

He shakes his head stubbornly, eyes clenched shut as he tries to regain some sort of mental clarity. There is no way he will be begging for his alpha publicly twice in one night. Knowing the explicit detail his mate will require, Lo’ak is hell bent to suffer in silence rather than risk humiliating himself.

Or at least that is what he thinks, but as the pressure on his bundle of nerves increases and his alpha waits stubbornly for a response, he starts to wonder how much more of this torture he can endure. Were it any other night he would have already been fucked to half an inch of his life and snuggling close to his mate in their hut while sharing stories from their day. Some nights Ezar is kind enough to rub away the tension that gets lodged in his shoulders, a massage that to his credit is never put as a bargaining chip for anything in return. All of that sounds like a dream now. A dream he is desperately starting to consider sacrificing everything for.

Everything to finally feel him move.

To finally be taken and broken down to his natural state, mask torn away and bare before his lover with nothing but the truth. To give in to his second gender and allow himself the luxury of being coddled and loved and sometimes being railed till he can’t walk.

It’s difficult to remember why that was such a bad thing to want in the first place.

“Come on, love. How am I supposed to let you lead if you won’t give instructions?”

A pained laugh leaves his lips without warning as small tears gather at the corners of his eyes. Ezar quickly shushes the boy and smooths his braids away from his glimmering face. Luckily the sounds are swallowed by boisterous laughter and chatter rippling across the clearing.

“D-don’t-” He sucks in a sharp breath as the mushroom tips readjust against that special spot inside of him. “D-don’t want to say.”

Ezar softly coos away the stream of whimpers that build within Lo’ak’s chest. The soothing caress of his mate and slight rocking motion he provides is enough to have the omega finally closing his eyes and letting the tears fall fully.

“I know you don’t want to, baby.” The heavily accented drawl sings like a lullaby in the night, coaxing Lo’ak closer to the headspace that leaves him floaty and pliant. “Do you know how I know?”

Shaking his head seems like an exhausting effort, but he manages.

“Because I know you, Lo’ak.” Ezar circles his palm around the front of the omega’s neck, reveling in the spike of arousal that follows instantly. “I know what lies beneath that stubborn tough act of yours.” The alpha grins when he senses the familiar feeling of a slim tail curling itself around his calf.

“Deep down you know what’s there too.” He shuffles his hips once more, acting as if it’s to reposition the omega’s weight on his lap. “You know that only I can touch you in the way you crave. That only your alpha can satisfy that yearning in the back of your head.”

His thumb runs over the apparent mating mark and the loss of tension in Lo’ak’s body is tangible, almost visible in the dim light of eclipse.

“There’s my sweet omega.”

Lo’ak’s hips begin to rut back against the thick cock inside of him, brain too fuzzy to worry about the consequences both social and those from disobeying his mate. Luckily, Ezar takes that as their cue to leave. With careful planning he is able to subtly slip himself out of the boy when it appears that all other heads are turned. It takes a hand over his mouth to keep Lo’ak quiet enough, another arm to manhandle him as the omega tries to rut back against him as if he could somehow capture his length again.

The crowd continues on in friendly conversation without a hitch. While carefully lifting the boy over his shoulder it appears that the rest of the Sully family has finally caught sight of them. Jake Sully gives him a respectful nod, and Ezar is quick to return it, their way of confirming that Lo’ak is in good hands.

If there is one thing he has learned from his time being mated to Ezar it’s that the sight of durable leather cords means he isn’t going to get what he wants.

Far past caring about the humiliation, Lo’ak tries to form an adorable pout and pretty words of apology as the alpha ties his wrists to the intruding tree branch in the hut, but the only answer he receives is a little coo and pat to the cheek. Now, laying here naked with his arms over his head dramatically and small cock twitching on display, he tries using the last bit of mental lucidity to find a way to flip the situation to his favor.

His thought process however seems to be tangling into an inconceivable web as the alpha runs his tongue along his lower abs and hips. Each swipe ends with another sweet kiss placed slowly. In random patterns, these kisses are intercepted with a sudden pain that then blooms into a bite mark or purple hickey. Ezar has always been very intentional and particular about his placement of marks along his body. While some alphas have a hay day, driven by heated lust to cover their mate’s body till there is no doubt in anyone’s mind who they belong to, Ezar prefers a more tactical approach.

From the moment they mated, he has diligently scouted and mapped out every inch of the boy’s beautiful slim body. He takes note of the shifts in body language and noises at each point he has reached with teeth, tongue or hands. It’s in those special spots, the areas where Lo’ak’s eyes blow out and whimpers becomes a hushed whine, that the alpha choses to leave his mark. The benefits that profess from that decision always makes it pay off. During those random encounters in the days to follow with him brushing past those small marks, innocent to the common Na’vi eyes, but Lo’ak knows what it means. Another silent reminder of the alpha’s hold on his pleasure, and promises of more to come.

Lo’ak doubts he will ever admit how many times he has had to find a secluded place to get off after these small interactions.

Currently the victim of his mate’s aggressive teeth and tongue is the spot right above his upper thigh, mere inches away from his straining cock. It’s enough to have him bucking and kicking his feet and since the alpha does not appreciate efforts of throwing him off from his carefully chosen spot, the behavior is quickly nipped into a bud. Strong hands harshly pushing hips down and he repositions himself to capturing the boy’s legs with his flexed thighs on either side.

Although the leather is soft, Lo’ak can already feel the imprints along his wrist from tugging relentlessly against the bonds. His skin is an inferno, heated to the touch. This condition is one that Lo’ak has only ever seen in himself during harsh heats and that revelation makes him realize what pathetic of a state his mate has truly put him in.

Matters only worsen, when Ezar scales down his body and finally rises back to stand on his feet. Within a few fluid swipes of his hands, the male flicks his loincloth to the side, revealing himself fully to Lo’ak’s ogling gaze.

“Just for a minute!” Lo’ak pleads, hands yanking at the bonds in hysterical fashion.

“No, Lo’ak. You’ve lost the privilege to touch tonight.”

And just like that Lo’ak is condemned to watch his naked mate with a God-like body loom over him seductively without the slightest ability to enjoy the toned muscles he is so fond of.

Lo’ak knows he has been careless in laying his cards out on the table. From the moment they started courtship and then mating, he has underestimated Ezar’s knack for observation. It didn’t take the alpha long to realize how much Lo’ak enjoys gliding his hands over the smooth lines of his abdomen, even leaving his own hickies in trails adjacent to the toned muscle of his thighs. It’s one of the first things that the omega springs for when they are alone, and therefore the first privilege he loses after misbehavior.

As much as Ezar yearns to see and feel his little mate worship his body, he is resigned to teach the omega a lesson. Besides, he finds that the stream of whimpers and glazed over glimmer in his poor boy’s eyes is almost as enjoyable as feeling his small fangs against his stomach.

With his alpha prowling over him completely bare and taking his sweet time teasing his inner thighs once more, Lo’ak throws caution to the wind and yanks on his binds with all of his strength, sore wrists be damned. He needs to feel the smooth toned skin. He needs to sink his teeth into something. Or at least have his mate sink into him. Either would be accepted at this point. However, there is another danger to being tied up, and that is the twisted pleasure and hazy mindset that inevitably follows.

Perhaps this makes him a masochist, but the tight capture and smooth leather against his wrists has always brought a rush. However, more than that it has provided an escape from his own mind. Submitting willingly is difficult for Lo’ak, his intrusive thoughts constantly second guessing whether or not it is pathetic of him to yield to an alpha so easily. The binds, however, eliminate this fear and self loathing. After all, he can’t hate himself for a situation that is not entirely his fault. He sinks into that feeling freely. Level by level he’s falling down into that swirling abyss where thoughts are muddled and worries drift away with the wind.

Ezar grins like a Cheshire cat upon detecting the shift in demeanor, his sweet omega finally letting himself enjoy the pleasure of submission. The boy’s hands fall limp against the soft leather, and those beautiful golden eyes peek up at him through slitted lids.

“That’s it, pretty boy.” Ezar is quick to reward the behavior with tender kisses peppered along his neck and cheeks till finally reaching his lips. Lo’ak’s mouth is warm and wet as his lips move lazily against the alpha’s own. The omega’s tongue sluggishly yields to whatever direction his own manipulates it into and when his teeth sink into the boy’s plump bottom lip, a wanton moan slips free.

So delicate and soft beneath his touch, Ezar savors the feel of his mate preening close and shifting in whatever way he pleases. He’s putty beneath his hands, glassy eyes musing up at him with the smallest smile. Reaching down between his thighs, a rumbled growl vibrates his chest upon finding the area already dripping with slick. He rolls the sticky substance between his fingers and without bending down to put them close, he is able to fully breathe in the mouth watering scent of undisturbed desire.

It’s moments like these that Ezar has to reel himself in, take a second to clear his thoughts and keep that primal beast inside of him at bay. In some ways it is easier to do so when Lo’ak isn’t fighting his every other word. Open rebellion has a tendency to stir his instincts into proving his claim once more, even if it is to his own omega. There are times for that, however, times where the alpha is smart enough to recognize that Lo’ak himself is the one to instigate it.

For now, however, he is focused on slipping his pretty omega deep into subspace for as long as possible, showing him the true ecstasy that comes from being obedient for him. He prays to Eywa that tonight will be enough to keep the boy in line for at least a few days. If not, Lo’ak is sure to just egg him on for another rough railing that leaves them both satisfied and delirious.

His eyes never leave his mate’s face as he situates the boy’s legs around his waist and trails a finger along his puckered hole. With the little strength left, Lo’ak’s legs cinch around him and try to bully his ass against Ezar’s heavy hanging cock. The alpha rolls his eyes fondly. Leave it to his little spitfire to find subtle ways to try topping from the bottom.

Still wanting to draw this out to make a point, he uses one hand to skate his mushroom tips back and forth his mate’s plump cheeks and clenching hole. Their aroused scents are already coalescing in the air to create a beautiful essence of complimenting passions. The cold air chills the inside of his nose upon flaring his nostrils to greedily inhale more of that delicious aroma. It’s a perfume that the alpha has quickly become addicted to, possessive and delighting in the fact that he will be the only one to ever enjoy it in its full bloom.

“Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” Lo’ak sobs. It is then that he notices the tears sparkling along the omega’s dark skin, running fast enough to reach his collarbone.

Ezar almost hates himself for acknowledging it, but his cock always strains and twitches at the beautiful sight of those tears. The way they flush against his reddened cheeks and create a dazzling glow over dazed eyes. His pretty little mate sobbing and on the brink of breaking, but only broken for him. Only him. This masterpiece to behold belongs to him alone.

Lo’ak’s face is captured together in a firm grip, plush cheeks squishing beneath his fingertips, before he is being pulled slowly into a deep kiss. And then finally, finally, he feels the thick mushroom tip prod at his entrance, starting the path inside his gummy walls.

It’s fascinating to Ezar how after so many times being filled and stretched, those slick walls still clamp around him like a vice, tight enough to require real force to get anywhere past the tip. A pained groan is released into his mate’s mouth and his tail coils and flickers rapidly. Lo’ak’s random babbling and sobbing only serve as sensuous music to his euphoric pleasure.

“God!” Lo’ak shrieks when he manages to make it an inch past the tip. The word still sounds foreign to the alpha, but he has picked up enough of the Sky Demon lingo to understand the heated emotion behind.

“Had you sitting on my cock less than twenty minutes ago and your little hole has still managed to tighten up.” He breathes heavily into the omega’s neck. Lo’ak’s elbow almost hits his head while resuming his efforts to yank on the bonds. He contemplates scolding the boy for creating more unnecessary injury to his wrists but then the omega is clamping around him and Ezar has to use all of his control to not tip over the edge right then and there.

Breath stuttering in his lungs, Ezar cools his zeal and slowly continues to glide forwards. Lo’ak on the other hand is fed up and tired of waiting.

“Want it all! Please alpha please! Faster!” He cries uncontrollably and the alpha decides that his patience has run out too.

“Bossy little thing you are.” Snapping hips bring the tip racking against that sweet spot without stop or gentile. He wishes he had a camera to capture the absolute mess of sensations that flashes across Lo’ak’s face, almost as if he is buffering for a moment in time. Swollen parted lips, pink cheeks, blown out pupils, and those persistent two braids that Ezar is so fond of splayed across his sweaty forehead.

He keeps his grip on his mate’s cheeks, forcing him to remain facing the alpha for his own viewing pleasure.

Ezar pulls out to the very tip before slamming back inside and if that concoction of whimpers and dizzied expression that comes from his mate is not the most beautiful display to witness, he doesn’t know what is. He creates a sprinting pace, maliciously hitting that sweet spot over and over until Lo’ak is screeching with every assault. It takes considerable effort to keep himself from following his mate in getting lost through the haze of pleasure and lust. He allows himself the luxury of pounding away without a stop in zeal but only with a careful eye on Lo’ak’s reaction to every movement.

This is meant to drive a point home, make Lo’ak realize what he is getting himself into with this disobedient behavior, but even Ezar knows that deep down this is what the boy wants. What they both want.

So with that in mind, Ezar drives all of his energy into massaging that bundle of nerves with every thrust and pull possible. Lo’ak shakes and cries out in a ramble of incoherent nonsense. When the omega’s back arches upwards from the woven floor, those perky little nipples catch Ezar’s eye. Still relishing in the sensation of smooth velvety walls squeezing him for dear life, the alpha begins to lick a path upward from Lo’ak’s squirming pelvis.

Their eyes connect for a moment, or at least the thin sliver of Lo’ak’s golden eyes that peek from weighted eyelids catch his own darkened stare. Lo’ak’s scent seems to grip him as hard as his rosebud clamps around his cock when he flicks his textured tongue out at the first nipple. The string of saliva shines on the boy’s skin from the swirling of his tongue around that already hardened point but it is only when he hears the sweet words “please alpha” fall from those plush lips that Ezar cinches his own around Lo’ak’s nipple.

The thrust and pull of hips begin an electrifying rhythm with the suckling. Pull out, suck, slam back in, finish with a brief nip to the swollen area. It stirs Lo’ak’s hazy mind into a whirlpool of oversensitivity. He no longer recognizes what is his voice filling the air versus his alpha’s. Each ripple of pleasure along his nerves pulls him deeper and deeper into this mindless state while simultaneously bring him closer to completion.

Grinning against the left nipple now, Ezar is pleased to note his omega’s pretty little cock poking at his stomach. He nestled the mushroom tip of length to press instantly at that special spot inside, resting there heavily without reprieve before languidly stroking the soft tanhi freckled length of Lo’ak’s member.

The boy comes undone with a cry that is sure to be heard back at the communal fire. He shakes and whimpers continuously as euphoria overtakes him and the sticky white fluid is painted between them. It takes the alpha’s pelvis pressing against the omega’s own to keep him in place during the orgasm and another hand at his wrists to prevent inflicting more red outlines.

He tsks lowly, hand coming up to show the mess his little mate has made all over him. A hint of clarity finally ripples across Lo’ak’s face as he realizes his own mistakes.

“C-can I cum, alpha?”

Ezar laughs fondly, sharp teeth nipping at the boy once more to see him squirm. For a moment Lo’ak thinks he is off the hook, his mate having found humor in the slip up, but then he feels the length stretching him full begin to slide out at a sinfully slow pace. Their eyes connect once more and the Sully boy tries to give a wary little smile, he likes to think of himself as charming enough in the most difficult of conundrums.

“A little late for that, don’t you think, little one?”

And then they are starting again, the alpha railing him with uncontrolled ferver. Lo’ak is mortified to find his own cock already springing to life. Every tickle of his nerves feels like a zap of electricity in his overstimulated state. He goes to plea and beg, for mercy or more he is not sure, but soon his mouth is occupied with his mate’s long sticky covered digits. He suckles and groans around the fingers obediently.

“Don’t worry, baby. We just won’t count that one.”

Lo’ak’s heart rams against his rib cage at the thought of reaching an orgasm again so quickly. His muscles and energy are completely spent, having been bound up for hours and releasing all in one moment. He’s not sure if there is enough left in him to go again. That doesn’t seem to matter however. If there is one thing Ezar is, it’s relentless. It takes this level of determination to chase after his little omega day in and day out. A heavy hand to bring him back into line while also reassuring him that there is always comfort to be found in his arms.

Struggling only causes him to gag and slobber over the digits while furthermore draining his energy, so Lo’ak finally gives in to the onslaught of sensations. Whispered words of approval along his ear cover him like a warm blanket, tucking his own reservations away easily.

Ezar beams with pride down at his little mate. So docile and soft beneath him. Taking everything that is given to him with only muffled whimpers and hooded eyes. The sight alone has his balls tightening in anticipation. He’s held off for so long, longer than he would’ve imagined but this time he is determined to tip Lo’ak over the edge again first. Wouldn’t want the boy to get away with too much, Eywa knows he already gets too many mischievous ideas of getting away unscathed daily.

“Still want to be in charge, baby?”

It’s a rhetorical question but Lo’ak gurgles around his fingers in efforts to respond. Chaste kisses are peppered over the omega’s face to shush him, two digits pressing down firmly on his tongue now.

In the dim light of their candlelight hut, their shadows dance and stretch across the floor as the sound of primal grunts and slapping skin fills the air. Lo’ak can barely tell up from down let alone keep track of the time that passes, completely enraptured by his dominant mate pulling him closer to the point of ecstasy once more.

That coils in his lower abdomen tightens at an alarming pace. His legs kick out and muffled words in search of permission slip past his filled mouth. Luckily Ezar requires no further clarification. He can feel the omega cinching around him, another key sign he has learned means the boy is almost past the point of no return.

“It’s ok baby. Be a good boy and cum for me.”

As expected that is all it takes to get him spasming beneath him in a wave of pleasure. In the midst of it Lo’ak feels a bloom of warmth erupt in his core. The familiar sensation of being filled to the brim spurs on his orgasm to prolong and erupt in an unfathomable amount of pleasure. Ezar groans out spewed words of praise and sensuous promises into the crook of his neck as he tries to keep his full body weight off of the boy.

Fingers slip from his mouth slowly, tethered by a string of saliva, and Lo’ak gasps for air. The world blurs around him, making it feel close to an out of body experience as he floats in the post orgasmic haze. He barely registers the bonds being cut and drags of a wet cloth clean him up before his body is tucked against the alpha. The warmth of his skin is luring and his hindbrain is quickly obeyed upon releasing its desire to nuzzle close, to get drunk off of the heavy essence securing him safely in place.

Ezar knows better than to try and speak sense into the omega at this point. Instead, he lets times pass leisurely as he admires his little mate close to passed out on top of him.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for Lo’ak’s brain to come back online and with that comes the omega’s worries. Unsurprisingly, the first concern pressing at the forefront of his mind is his father’s reaction to the events of the day. Ezar, however, sternly quiets those concerns with promises of talking to Jake Sully in the morning.

“Sleep now, my omega.”

And Ezar is ecstatic to find him obeying immediately.

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I Wanted to Be

A Ron 'Slider' Kerner Imagine

Description: Kids, family, all of those things that people always talk about as being the be-all, end-all, goal? Those things have never been on Ron Kerner's list. All he wants to do is fly. What happens when an old friend's little sister calls him for help?

Everything changes.

Warnings: Dead-beat dad, Mentioned Pregnancy, Mentioned Childbirth, Tooth Rotting Fluff

Word Count: 2939

A/N: This is another Discord fueled thought. @mayhemmanaged and I were talking about how we thought that Jake was either Ice's son or Slider's. I had a sudden urge to explore that thought and here we are!

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

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Texans have a saying or cautionary tale for nearly everything. Everything, it seems, except what you can tell your best friend's little sister when her no-good husband runs away from her and the baby she's carrying. When she'd called him, sobbing, he hadn't known what to do. What can you tell a twenty-five year old nine month pregnant woman you haven't seen in close to a decade? In the case of one Ron Kerner, mostly known as Slider nowadays, you don't say a word. Instead, you get emergency leave and hop onto the nearest transport home.

The tiny town of Cistern is exactly as he remembers it, hot, dry, and dusty. The sole bus trundles through town just as he pulls into the solitary gas station and steps out. It feels weird being back here. As much as Cistern hasn't changed, he knows he has. A quick stop at the pump station for fuel that sloshes sluggishly into the near empty tank of the truck he'd rented in Austin, and he's off again. Driving west a ways and then north until the only things he sees are scrub and the odd glimpse of cattle.

The turn-off to the Petersen ranch looks just like he remembers it, though the sign says Seresin now. Was that the name of the idiot who ran away? In all honesty, Ron can't be pressed to remember. All that matters is the girl waiting on the porch when the truck rattles to a stop. She looks the same as he remembers. Little Rebecca Petersen, not so little and decidedly not a Petersen anymore, but god does she not remind him still of the little thing that used to run around behind him and Danny, all knees, toothy grin and covered in freckles.

That grin, at least, is exactly the same. So is the teasing tone as she greets him as he walks up the front stairs. "Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in! If it isn't Ron Kerner, the big-shot Naval Aviator. What brings you back to sleepy old Cistern?"

"You know what." He can't help the sober turn to his voice as he hugs her gingerly, not sure of where to put his arms, not when the bulge of her belly is in the way. God, doesn't he wish he'd never said those words as soon as they left his mouth, though. Because that smile is gone, like the sun hidden by the clouds.

"You're here because of Brian." Her voice is tired, so tired that Ron can't help trying to make the girl he promised he'd protect smile again.

"Naw, Becks. I'm here for you and this little thing. Only in part for him."

It's words that he didn't know were true until 3 days later when he's standing in the maternity ward of the hospital and being handed a tiny squalling infant with a shock of honey hair and the tightest grip he's ever felt. The newly named Jacob Daniel Seresin seems to be just as enamored of Ron as Ron is of him. Say what you will about the little guy's deadbeat dad, but he made an awfully cute baby.

That instant shock of attachment stays with Ron for a long time afterward. He looks forward to receiving the letters Rebecca sends monthly, filled with polaroids of small Jake as he grows bigger and bigger. He can track every milestone on that little body from how he grows to the first tooth that comes painfully into that little mouth.

But he does not actually see the boy or his mama again for nearly five years. Things have changed considerably over that time. Ron's raked in another promotion, making him a full lieutenant. Ice met a girl and made her his wife, and to top it all off, they're both in Texas again. So on the first long weekend he gets, Ron hops into the old Ford truck he'd put together when he turned sixteen and drives straight up to Cistern.

This time, he drives up to the Seresin house to hear giggling and gets out of his truck just in time to catch a little boy in just a pair of shorts as he goes running past. It's the light dusting of freckles and toothy grin that he'd recognize anywhere which clues him into exactly who he's holding.

"Hey, kiddo. I'm your Uncle Ron. Dunno if you remember me." His voice is gruff as he turns the giggling brat upside down like he's looking for a way to turn a little robot off. Through giggles, he's gratified to hear the boy introduce himself as Jake. This time, the Rebecca he sees in the kitchen of the ranch house she grew up in and where she's raising her son is more like the happy teenager he'd left behind when he enlisted with her big brother. It still irks him that he couldn't protect Daniel. But he's going to protect Rebecca and Daniel's namesake as fiercely as he can.

"Hey, Becks. Y'missing something? I caught this little gremlin running around out there. Is this what you're looking for?" He can't resist tickling the bare tummy of the boy in his arms just to hear the musical giggles.

"Mama, Uncle Sly's here!" The piping voice of the little boy standing there all of two feet tall wearing just shorts is enough to crack even the crustiest aviator's stone heart. Rebecca's boy is a dusty, golden skinned marvel with his sun-bleached blonde hair and huge slightly gap-toothed grin. It feels like home, this place. That weekend, Ron spends more time out on a ranch than he has in years. Rebecca may have managed to keep the ranch going, but who's going to teach Jake everything he needs to know when his daddy isn't around? Anyways, that's Ron's rationale.

Soon after that, though, he's given orders. He's shipped all over the world, flying for the Navy. It seems like his star is on the rise, and while he's Lieutenant Commander and Captain Kerner in short order, he still stays Uncle Sly for one little boy who turns into a teenager back in Cistern seemingly overnight. Ron does his best to show up for all of the kid’s biggest milestones, but even he can’t hop onto a helo every time Jake has a baseball game or wins an award at school. Those weeks, Ron does his best to call and talk to the kid as much as he can.

He talks to Rebecca on the phone enough to know that the kid's struggling with something, something he won't talk to his Mama about. So the next time Ron's home, he heads to Cistern, as always with gifts in hand for the boy he loves like he is his own. Unlike prior snatched moments, Seresin Ranch is crackling with a tension Ron's never felt before. Jake's on the front porch, and Ron's suddenly struck by how grown up the boy seems, especially with how tall he is and the new manly breadth of his shoulders.

"Hey, Kiddo." As he tugs the kid into a hug, Ron can feel some tension leave those still small shoulders.

"Uncle Sly." Something's not right. Jake's not smiling today, not at all.

"What is it, kid?" A sudden jolt of fear rushes through Ron. "Where's your mom, kid?'

"She's in there, Uncle Sly, in the kitchen. With a man who's claiming to be my dad." The rage that burns in his chest is unlike any other that Ron's ever felt before. Sure enough, when he stalks into the kitchen, it's to see the one man he'd never wanted to see menacing Rebecca ever again.

"Brian." That one word is all it takes for Rebecca's shoulders to relax. Fifteen years have not treated Brian Seresin well. Not at all. His hair is graying and greasy, he's got a paunch and he's obviously drunk off his feet if the way he lists back and forth is any indication. "What are you doing back in Cistern?"

Ron's quick to gather Rebecca back behind him, knowing that Brian Seresin would never be bold enough to try to get to her, not through him, anyway. Jake’s followed him in, as always his shadow

"Wanted my woman back, Kerner. And my kid." He sniffs, wiping away yellow-tinged mucus on the leg of the dirtiest jeans that Ron's ever seen. "S'not fair, y'know? That you got to keep her and the brat while I was off. D'she treat y'well? She's great in bed, ain't she?"

It takes every fiber in his being to not deck the man for what he's saying about Rebecca. Thankfully Jake's holding his ma, otherwise he'd have launched himself at the fool to get his share of the beat down. It’s at that moment that Sly is glad they’d sent lawyers after Brian Seresin after Jake was born because it means he doesn’t have a claim on Rebecca or Jake anymore. They have the denial of parental rights and a divorce agreement to prove it. It doesn't take much more than a quirked eyebrow to get the man to spill the entire sordid tale. How he'd lost a lot of money and wanted to claim what he believed he was owed from Seresin Ranch.

"Call Sheriff Weatherby, Becks." When Ron finally speaks, the calm in his voice surprises even him. He sounds Ice-cold, which he guesses is what you get for spending the better part of a decade flying with the same person. "We've got an intruder on Seresin Ranch."

It doesn't surprise him in the slightest that it's Jake who picks up the landline and dials up Sheriff Weatherby, not at all. It's hours later, once one Brian Seresin has been carted away and Rebecca is asleep, that Ron finds Jake again. The kid's sitting in an old tire swing Ron had set up years ago, rocking idly while staring up into the endless expanse of stars in the sky above.

"So, that's him, huh? My pops, the man who walked out before I was even born?" He sounds so torn up about it, this gangly teen boy who loves his Mama to distraction and who would do anything to protect her. That's something they have in common.

"Yeah, kid." Ron doesn't try to hide the anger in his face, not now.

"Why did he come back? Why didn't he just stay away?" Ron's hand is gentle on the kid's back as he tries to think for a response.

"I dunno, kid. I wish he had never come back. Your Mama isn't the type to cry. But every time I've heard her cry it has been because of that man." The rage building in his chest causes a near imperceptible shake in his hands.

"Why didn't you ever marry Mama, Uncle Sly? You love her, I know you do. Then you can come home to us more often, can't you?" That one innocent observation is enough to have his entire world reeling. What would it be like? Having Becks to come home to? To have this kid, her son, as his own? Is he so easy to read that a teenager can tell what his most closely guarded secret is?

"I dunno kid. But enough about me. What's eating at you?" Ron's a little scared of the answer he's going to get.

"I want to fly, Uncle Sly. Like you do, like Uncle Daniel did." Jake's green eyes are all Rebecca's, all Daniel's and Ron can see the boy he loved like a brother in Jake's face. "D-d'you think I can do it?"

"It's dangerous, kid. But yeah. If there was anyone who could do it, it'd be you. You’ve got your mom’s determination and all of her support, too. Just don’t forget that you’ve got people who love you waiting for you, and you’ll be all set."

Those are obviously words Jake holds close to his heart. Because, before Ron's hit Vice-Admiral, Jake's already at the academy. He's taking Annapolis by storm, making his Mama and his dad, because thanks to the kid's prodding it's Ron and Rebecca Kerner now, incredibly proud. Ron's happy to find he has to wipe away tears when he sees his son, his son, get his wings a few short years later. Then there's another Kerner's star on the rise. His son’s.

He keeps a finger on the pulse of every deployment, every test, and beams with pride to see Jake graduate from Top Gun. That pride sits warm in his chest even as he gets a call from the one California number he'd memorized that he could never forget.

"Mr. Iceman! How're you doing?" The relationship between pilot and RIO hasn't changed over the past years. Neither of them flies anymore, but the bonds they built over 30 years ago haven't changed.

"It's about your kid, Sly." Ron can hear the hoarseness creeping into Ice's tone even now.

"What's going on, Tom?" After a life's service to the US Navy, Rear Admiral Ron 'Slider' Kerner isn't surprised to hear that Jake's been selected for a special detachment. The dad in him, though? He's terrified shitless. Nearly 30 years of loving that boy doesn’t feel like enough all of a sudden, not when Jake's going to be sent on a mission so dangerous that talking about it feels like a jinx. Even the heads up from the COMPACFLT doesn't help.

It's a tense few weeks in Texas. Ron terrorizes the base in Corpus Christi, his mind in Miramar with his son while his body is in Texas. Rebecca is equally distraught. Then Ron gets another call that fills him with sadness all over again. It is Sarah calling, "Hey Ron. Just wanted to tell you that he's gone. Tom's gone. The cancer. It came back with a vengeance. The doctors couldn't do anything. He passed away this morning."

During the entirety of the service, Ron can't help but feel like he would've given anything to see his best friend again one more time before he died. It's sad reconnecting with the rest of their 1986 cohort at the bar later. It’s even worse seeing his son stand somberly kitted out in his own whites across the way from him. He doesn’t, can’t go near him, mainly because nobody knows that Jake is Rear Admiral Kerner’s kid. But he can't help but feel like Tom would've wanted him to hug his boy instead. So that's what Rear Admiral Ron Kerner does. He hugs his son, tight, as many times as he can before he leaves. He watches from the docks as the carrier departs and waits with bated breath.

Rebecca channels her nerves into baking. She fills the house they rent off base with pastries, cookies, cakes and pies, most of which are Jake's favorites. Then it’s a waiting game. Ron calls in every favor he has in order to get more information on the mission Jake’s on, really for anything he can get. As it turns out, there is very little information that even an admiral can get. So all he can do is hold Rebecca close and pray. It’s frankly the longest three days of his life. He’s more tense than he was even during the Leyte Gulf incident, which feels like a world, a lifetime ago. That first call from Jake they get has his knees weak. The relief coursing through his system is too good to be true. So’s the first look he gets of his son when the carrier docks two days later.

The milling crowd of families lets out a roar of excitement when the first of the ship’s crew sets foot on shore. Ron wraps an arm around Rebecca, and keeps an eagle eye on the waves of departing sailors looking for aviator green flight suits. The crowd clears piece by piece and they still haven’t seen their boy or any of the aviators. They’re some of the only people waiting, and Ron can feel Rebecca’s tremors as she clutches at her necklace and rears up onto her tiptoes every once in a while. She sags against his chest and that’s when Ron finally sees their golden boy. He looks exhausted, but he’s safe, he’s home. Rebecca runs right for him first, and Ron can’t help his grin when he sees how tall Jake is in comparison to his Mama. The kid’s not shy about his love for Rebecca either. He introduces her to the aviators and then Ron’s being beckoned forward.

“And this is my pop, Admiral Kerner.” He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face and god if that doesn’t remind Ron of Daniel again.

“Hey, kid.” Ron can’t help the fond grin on his face or the amusement when he sees Jake’s squadron rise into salutes the minute they hear his title. There’s a face in his squadron that Ron didn’t think he’d ever see again. There’s also somebody nearby who he hasn’t seen in decades.

“Baby Goose. Mav.” Ron’s nod is slight.

“Hey Sly. A kid huh?” Ron can’t resist smiling as he hugs the shorter man.

“Yeah, Mav. I had to catch up.” Watching Becks fawn over Jake again is everything he’s ever wanted.

“He’s a good one, you know, Sly?” As Ron stands shoulder to shoulder with Pete Mitchell again, watching their boys realize that they’re closer than they ever could have known, Ron knows one thing. He may have never intended to be a dad, but standing at the docks thirty years later, he knows he wouldn't have wanted to do anything else.

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