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“Unwillingly Attached”- Anthony Bridgerton x SBF!Danbury Reader pt.1

a/n this is my first ever…”one shot?” Whatever it is. I’m kind of nervous to put this out there, but I realized that every time I get immersed in a character again, I need to release this creativity; my mind is full of scenarios and I never put them into play. So this is a start, and I hope I will continue to put more out. Hope you all enjoy and please leave feedback, I wanna improve my writing. 💙

Summary: It is the night of Lady Danbury’s niece’s 20th birthday. Overstimulated by all the dancing and clutter of people, she takes a breath of fresh air, only for it to be irritatingly suffocating by her constant aggravation

Word count: 2,521

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, innuendo, black!reader, dirty talk, body worship, age gap

Also, I recommend playing Toxic by Midnite String Quartet and How Deep Is Your Love by Kiris Houston as you read cause it really adds to the tone, in my opinion.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Bridgerton characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Lord Bridgerton uttered, his voice carrying the weight of authority. “I understand you wish to have time to yourself, but you must remember, this ball is held in your honor. I ask that you head inside.” His words hung in the air, a command disguised as a polite request. He spoke to her as if he had the right to dictate her actions, a presumption that had become too familiar.

Anthony and Y/N have known each other for years. Seeing that she had been close friends with his sisters, the girls were inseparable. So, when they got in trouble with the eldest Bridgerton, she did as well. Now Y/N did not mind having her ears talked off by the man, but when he tells her what to do and give her orders…that always ruffle her feathers. She still respected him as the head of the house, taking his title into consideration; a few eye rolls at his orders never hurt. Anthony had always known of her doing so, or even sometimes catching her looking at him with a disgusted expression; he ignored them, finding it humorous. The man saw it adorable that she felt irritation from his orders. However, now, a woman grown, she won’t hold her tongue.

The woman let out a deep, frustrated sigh, shutting her eyes as irritation bubbled within her. She turned to face the man sternly, her patience with him wearing thin. Her full brown curls swirled in the gentle breeze, dragging across her back and catching the eye of the viscount. His gaze, as always, drawn to her captivating presence.

The sight of her, his eyes tracing the curls, captivated Lord Bridgerton as they delicately caressed her skin. There was a longing in his gaze, a wish that he could be the one to stay there, to trace the path of her hair as it brushed against her skin. He had often wondered how it’d feel if it were his skin that her hair graced across. He yearned to know the sensation of her curls against him, a desire he kept hidden beneath the veneer of his composed exterior.

“Why do you persist in dictating my every move, as if you possess any authority over my actions, Lord Bridgerton?” She spoke with a conviction that underscored her diminishing regard for the man’s title. The respect she had once held for him had eroded under the constant and unsolicited commands. He had granted her no peace or autonomy, so she no longer cared to show him any deference.

“Well, I-.” He attempted to interject, but she swiftly cut him off with a simple action. Her finger rose, effectively shushing him before he could utter another word. He responded with a sly chuckle, a testament to his amusement at her forceful assertion.

“You are not in a position to control me, Lord Bridgerton. You are not my father. You are not my husband. You will cease this presumptuous behavior.” She warned with a tone that brooked no argument. Her words hung in the air, a clear and unequivocal declaration of her independence.

With that, she turned her back to him, a symbolic farewell to his overbearing presence. She moved gracefully down the steps, her every step a proclamation of her newfound freedom. Her destination was the garden, a sanctuary where she could find solitude and peace, away from the stifling authority of Lord Bridgerton.

Finding himself intrigued by her newfound authority, the man trailed a few steps behind the young woman, his eyes drawn to the sway of her dress as it brushed against her ankles. His mind wandered, painting vivid images of his hand slipping beneath the cool blue silk of her dress, tracing a path upward along her leg. A groan escaped his lips at the thought, the sound more akin to a moan than an expression of frustration.

Lord Bridgerton found himself at a loss, unable to pinpoint exactly when his interest in the girl had intensified. Was it the fact that he had witnessed her transformation from a naive girl into a mature, full-bodied woman? Or was it the subtle defiance she displayed each time she rolled her eyes at his words, a clear indication of her growing impatience with him? There was something incredibly exciting about riling her up, and he found himself fantasizing about doing so at all times, even when he was preoccupied with his responsibilities as a viscount.

“Y/M/N,” the Viscount’s voice stern with authority, invoking her middle name as he always did. It was his unique way of commanding her attention, a tactic that he had adopted over the years. He used it as if it held some magical sway over her, as though uttering it would compel her to pay heed to his words. Or perhaps, he simply enjoyed the privilege of being the only person who could address her in this manner.

A few feet behind her, he stood his ground, his eyes locked onto her retreating figure. He expected her to halt at the sound of his voice, but she didn’t. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips as he watched her continue. He knew her all too well. With hurried steps, he caught up with her, his hand reaching out, gently grabbing her elbow. His fingers pressed into her skin, pulling her closer.

Suddenly, they were chest to chest, their faces inches apart. His warm breath mingled visibly with hers in the cold air. Confusion and determination mirrored in their eyes as they held each other’s gaze. His eyes slowly drifted down to her lips, curiosity tugging at his heartstrings. He wondered how they would feel against his own. His mind was a whirlpool of questions. ‘If I kiss her, would she kiss back?’ His gaze snapped back to her eyes, searching for answers.

“I do have the right,” he spoke slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I am a gentleman. I worry for your safety just as I worry for my sisters. You are my responsibility, just as they are.” His eyes found hers once again, his breath hitching as he let his hand run down her arm. The urge to lean in and press his lips upon hers was overpowering, but he resisted. Her eyes scanned his face, taking in his longing expression. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a sense of confusion swept over her. Why was she not pulling away? Why did this situation affect her so much? And why did she feel a sudden urge to kiss him?

“Anthony,” his name escaped her lips in a whisper before she could stop herself. His firm response, “Go. In. Side.” The man’s tongue laced with desperation, a warning to both her and himself. He desired to provoke her once more, yearning for her reaction. Yet, as much as he was fully aware of the dangerous path they were treading, he was also on the brink of losing his restraint.

And so, they stood there, in the tranquil garden, lost in each other’s presence, the world around them fading into insignificance. Desperation apparent in both of their gazes. “You do not listen.” She responded, feverishly desiring for his reaction as she stood her ground.

Despite the fact that Y/N found the lord intolerable, a revolting presence in her life, she couldn’t help but be aware of his physical presence; his determined gaze, the teasing smirk that would often grace his lips, the warmth and strength that radiated from his hands each time they dared to touch her body. Even though to an outsider, their interactions might have seemed normal, both of them found their thoughts consumed by these moments as they lay awake before sleep.

“Why do I seem to provoke such anger within you?” He questioned, his voice barely above a whisper, as his fingers traced a path from her arm down to her waist, finding a comfortable resting place on her hips. Inside his mind, a battle waged. He desperately fought against his impulses, but his resolve was weakening. The proximity of her body, the sweet aroma of coca butter that clung to her skin, a scent that was rich, tantalizing, and utterly irresistible, was causing a hunger to stir within him. A hunger laced with lust. To make matters worse, the soft glow of the moonlight seemed to highlight every curve of her body, making her skin shimmer enticingly. ‘Am I being a fool?’ He silently questioned his own sanity.

His gentle caresses elicited a soft moan from her lips, a sound she detested because it was a clear indication that her body was willingly succumbing to his touch. The temptation was winning. It was even more frustrating for her to know that he felt the same. That he was just as affected by her as she was by him. She wasn’t the only one grappling with dangerous thoughts. Yet she chose to continue this game of tension. “You vex me, Anthony.” She admitted, her voice barely audible as her lips brushed against his. “To the point where my mood shifts dramatically the moment you step into the room. It’s infuriating.” Her words ended with a soft sigh. Her hand found its way to his chest. She tried to push him away, to create some distance between them, but felt an inexplicable urge to keep touching him.

His response to her words was a low groan, a sound that clearly indicated his satisfaction at knowing he could affect her so deeply. “You have become such a source of torment for me, Y/M/N. Why do you fill my mind with such vulgar thoughts?” His words were out before he could stop them, not that he cared much in the moment, carried away as he was by the intense emotions.

Her breath became slow and heavy, her eyes closing as she allowed her mind to conjure up various inappropriate scenarios, her head tilting back subconsciously to feel his breath against her neck. He drew in a sharp breath as he watched the moonlight play on her exposed neck. Her gold and diamond jewelry sparkled in the soft light, seeming to dare him to stake his claim. He leaned in, inhaling her scent deeply before pressing his lips gently against her throat, moving to the side of her neck, nipping at the skin.

Y/N’s hand held onto Anthony’s coat, her nails digging into the material as his warm tongue tasted her skin. Her thoughts were a whirlwind. ‘What if someone catches us?’ The risk only added to her excitement. His hand slowly moved up her sides to her chest, his thumb beneath her breast, holding her there as he nipped at her neck. “I think of you before I fall asleep,” he murmured into her ear. “I wonder if you’re a whiner, if you beg. Do you enjoy being told sinful things while being pleasured?” She stood there, intoxicated by his words, as she held onto his shoulder with one hand while the other played with his hair. “It keeps me up all night,” he admitted.

“Lord Bridgerton, we must stop this,” she warned, her voice shaky and not very convincing as she responded to his kisses, which had now moved from her neck down to her breast, just above her bodice. He seemed to ignore her words. No one would see them, bodies hidden behind the large fountain; he was far too entranced to give up on what had been a mere fantasy until now. “You are so invigorating,” he replied, scattering kisses up her jaw before claiming her lips with his own.

The instant their lips met in a fervent connection, a realization dawned upon them both; this encounter was going to become a complicated affair. Anthony, caught in the heat of the moment, wasted not a second. He wound his arms around her slender waist, pulling her lithe body into the solid strength of his own. The taste of her plump lips ignited his senses, sending him spiraling into a euphoric haze. She was his intoxicant, his addiction, and he was helplessly ensnared.

Y/N’s hand found a resting place on the warm expanse of his neck, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on his flushed skin as she kissed him with a hunger she didn't understand. She often found herself exasperated with the lord, especially his orders. Yet, as she delved deeper into the intoxicating kiss, she comprehended that perhaps this inexplicable frustration was born out of a hidden desire for him.

Their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance for supremacy, their breaths coming out in ragged gasps as the intensity of their kisses drained them of air. Yet, the lack of oxygen didn't deter them. Their mouths continued to hungrily devour each other, the sound of muffled grunts and moans filling the air, punctuated by the occasional silence. Anthony found himself leaning in for more, more of her sweet taste, more of her intoxicating scent. Meanwhile, Y/N held him in place by gripping his hair, the moon silently bearing witness to their fervor.

His hand slipped from her waist, the rough skin of his fingers gathering up the material of her dress. As he pulled and collected the fabric with his other hand, it bunched up around her thighs. His palm traced a path on her smooth skin, gentle and tender, causing her to shiver under his touch. Lifting her leg from the ground, he hooked it around his hip, calling out her name in a voice that was as breathless as it was low.

Engulfed in a cloud of lust, Y/N barely registered the sound of his voice, the deep, strong, but gentle timbre sending shivers down her spine. A sensation started to bubble up within her, threatening to consume her completely.

Suddenly, the echo of a sharp gasp pierced the silent night. “Oh!” Startled, they both broke away from their passionate tryst to confront the intruder. Standing there, eyes wide with shock, was Daphne. “I’m so sorry,” she stammered, spinning on her heels to make a hasty retreat back towards the ball. Anthony, anxious about his sister's unexpected arrival, hastily set Y/N's leg back on the ground and rushed after Daphne, eager to provide an explanation. His primary concern was to prevent any animosity from developing between Daphne and Y/N.

Left alone, Y/N was haunted by guilt, her mind swimming with the weight of having kissed her friend's brother. She hastily adjusted her dress, her hand instinctively flying to cover her still tingling lips. Panic set in as her eyes scanned the surroundings, the reality of her actions hitting her full force. She couldn't believe she had kissed him, and the question that echoed in her mind was, "What is wrong with me?" She pondered if she would ever be forgiven. Now that she had recognized her feelings for him, would she be able to let them go? She didn't want her friendship with the girls to end because of this.

Y/N decided then and there, from that moment on, she was going to stay as far away from Lord Bridgerton as possible.

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𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒 - 𝙰𝙱𝙾 𝙿𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙾𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft A!Kiri, A!Fatgum, A!Mirio, B!Midoriya, B!Nejire, B!Tsu; Pack Alpha!Tamaki

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 1,885

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: probably cringey, 1(one) use of “Y/n”, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: I’m gonna be entirely honest, I don’t remember much about writing this one because I was high off my ass for most of it lmao unfortunately I’m also not super satisfied with this one but at least some of y’all seem to like this!

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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I panted as I bounced my hips back against Tamaki’s. He gripped my hips and used that as leverage to thrust his hips forward slightly, meeting my hips and letting his balls slap against Eijirou’s. Eijirou laid beneath me, his hands planted firmly on my tits, worshiping and laving over them with his rough tongue. Their scents enveloped me and hazed my mind further with their dominating and arousing scents mixing together, mingling with my own submissive and exultant one.

Both of their cocks slid hard and fast, in and out of me, filling me perfectly and stretching me with such a delicious burn. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when Tamaki rammed exactly into my cervix, making me lose sight of the rest of my pack.

Mirio, Izuku, Nejire, and Tsu all sat on the edge of my nest enjoying the show that our Alphas and I were putting on after already having had their rounds of pleasure with me. Each of their scents clung to me and permeated the air, filling it with the smell of sex, lust, sweat, and slick. Suddenly Taishirou took his place and kneeled in front of me, lifting my head to see his warm smile, a contrast from just how roughly he prefers to ravish my body.

“You ready, ‘Mega?” He asked and once he received a nod, he guided my lips to his rock-hard dick. Taking him in, he wasted no time in thrusting in, immediately breaching my throat. I gagged and convulsed for only a moment before I recomposed myself and breathed through my nose, “Good job, sweetheart..” He groaned out, keeping his cock down my throat for another moment before pulling back and letting me bob my head over his shaft. He let out a satisfied scent and mixed his Alpha pheromones with the other two surrounding me like a cocoon.

I moaned out around his length when I felt one of Tamaki’s hands leave my waist and made contact with my clit. He rubbed in tight circles and even slid his fingers down to massage where my cunt was so stretched full.

“Fuck… Alpha, she feels amazing… Tastes fantastic, too..” I heard Ei growl out against my skin, making sure to be loud enough that Tamaki could hear him.

“You’re right.. Kami, she feels fantastic..” Tamaki growled out in response, his instincts having taken over and left no room for timidity, “You hear that, baby? Fuck, you’re so good for us, you know? Fuck- So fucking good..” The sound of his cursing sent waves of more arousal through me and straight to my stretched cunt. In lieu of being able to answer, I simply let out whorish moans around the thick cock penetrating my throat.

From all the different sensations, Eijirou and Tamaki both pounding into me from behind, Tama’s fingers furiously rubbing over my clit, and Tai’s cock filling my mouth, I was sent hurdling over the edge. My 3rd orgasm since we began wracked through me and made my slick gush around two of my mates. My scent was that of a satisfied Omega, happy and content to be filled so well by my Alphas.

“Fuuuck, even I felt that, sweetheart..” Tai’s accented voice called from above me, his hand stroking over my hair to soothe me from my heightened senses. Tama’s fingers still slid over my clit but they let up a bit. Though the assault on my insides never ceased, I felt the base of Tama and Ei’s cocks begin to swell, signaling that their knots were forming. It seemed I wasn’t the only one to notice as I heard a short whine from the edge of my nest.

From his position below me, I felt Ei turn his head at the sound. ‘Must have been Izuku, then,’ my muddled mind was able to produce, the answer being confirmed when I smelled his wanton and desperate scent, practically begging for relief.

Glancing out the side of my eye, I could see Mirio take position behind his boyfriend and roughly slam into him, producing another loud whine, though this one was far lewder. Beside them, I could see Tsu ravaging Nejire’s pussy, her tongue likely buried deep inside her, reaching all of her sensitive spots. The sight of the rest of my pack, and partners, aroused me even further and had me focussing even more on the feeling of Tama and Ei’s growing knots.

Tama’s hand still on my waist gripped tighter as his pleasure grew from the feeling of his knot rubbing over the edge of my hole. His tight grip was sure to bruise but I was happy for that. More evidence that he’s who I belong to, such being reflected in my scent of happiness and longing. In my excitement, I circled my hips against my Alphas plowing into me.

“‘Mega.. Oh, Kami- ‘Mega, you feel so good. So good, my little Omega..” Tamaki started panting behind me. He leaned forward and pressed his chest against my back, never relenting his hard thrusts that reached the deepest parts of me, alongside Eijirou. His fingers started to work my clit harder again as he sucked and nipped at his Claim on my scent gland. He began to move upward, kissing up my jaw, and pressed a kiss to the apple of my cheek.

“My perfect little Omega.. Such a good girl.” He groaned into my ear, pressing a sweet, soft kiss to my temple. “Are you feeling good, Bunny?” He muttered softly, his sweetness persisting even though his Alpha instincts were in full effect.

“Mhmm! Mhmm!!” I cried out around Tai’s large cock that continued to bob in and out of my throat. The vibrations of my moans made Tai let out his own growled moans, keeping his hand steady, though gently, planted in my hair.

Tama pressed sweet, wet kisses to my scent gland again before he bit into it, right over his Claim, and sent another shockwave of pleasure through me, making me cry out as much as I could. I had been so focussed on the sensation of Tamaki laving over my scent gland and the dual cocks pounding into my fertile cunt that I hadn’t even realized Tai’s knot had formed. He made sure to never pop it inside my mouth but he continued to thrust into my mouth until I felt his hot cum shoot down my throat. He slid his cock out of my mouth and rested back on his haunches, panting as if he’d just run a marathon, and looking at me with lidded eyes filled with love. A scent of pure satisfaction emanated from him, making me chirp and purr in pride that I could properly satisfy my Alpha.

“Feel so perfect. So fucking perfect..” I felt, more than heard, Ei mumble around my nipple that he had clasped in his lips, staying cautious of his teeth. The more he sucked and groped at my tits, the more pleasure shot through my being. Tamaki’s thrusts got harder and faster as he approached his knot completely inflating. Ei cried out at the feeling of Tamaki’s cock dragging so hard and fast that it seemed to accelerate his knot’s growth.

The taste of Tai’s cum and the feeling of Ei’s assault on my breasts alongside Tamaki’s cock ramming into me with his head almost kissing my cervix had my eyes rolling to the back of my head as yet another orgasm claimed me, loud purrs vibrating my chest from the pleasure. My tightening cunt seemed to send Tama and Eiji hurdling to their end as they both popped their knots inside my cunt, almost immediately shooting their loads into me.

“Alpha!!!!” I screamed out in pleasure as I finally felt their hot seed filling me up and making my stomach swell even more from how full they made me. Not a single drop of their cum escaped from where both their knots were settled inside me, efficiently plugging me up and tying us together.

“You did so well, Y/n. Such a perfect Omega for us. You took all our cum inside you.” Tamaki said into my ear, his hand sliding up to where my stomach was bulging out, “Can you feel us? Right here. Our cum is all right here in your womb..” He muttered, pressing soothing kisses to his Claim which I could only assume was an angry red from his bite. A scent of satisfaction, happiness, and joy rolled off me in waves, accompanied by content purring and small chirps.

“Wanna be good.. Wanna be good for you.. Alpha..” I weakly muttered, turning my head to capture his lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. I faintly recognized Ei’s hands shifting to run soothingly up and down my sides, making sure to lightly massage any sore spots from rougher treatment, the softness shifting my purr from one of simple contentment to pure happiness from my Alpha caring for me.

“And you’re perfect, Omega. So, so perfect.” Tama responded, pressing another sweet kiss to my lips, “C’mere..” He started to shift us all gently to be laying on our sides, our legs tangled in a mess of limbs as their knots were still firmly locked inside me. At even the slightest movement, I whimpered in overstimulation from my abused cunt, still stretched almost too full.

At hearing my whimper, all of my pack immediately had their attention zeroed in on me. Their instincts were all screaming to protect me and ensure I’m alright. Sweet, soothing kisses were pressed to my shoulder and face by Tamaki and Eiji respectively as we finally got settled.

Only once Tamaki, our Head Alpha, gave the okay, did the rest of our pack move in to form a cuddle pile. Tai slid behind Ei and comfortably fit himself against his back, wrapping his long arm all the way around to hold Tamaki’s waist, using his other hand to reach and stroke my hair.

Nejire and Tsu curled up by our heads, Tai’s head ending up laid over Nejire’s stomach and Tsu laying mirroring her girlfriend, her fingers stroking lightly over my arm. They both pressed soft kisses to the top of my head and let out soothing chirps which I automatically returned.

Miri laid on his back, his side pressing against Tama with his head resting on Tsu’s thighs. Izu quickly moved to get supplies we would need to clean up and recover before slotting himself into Miri’s side, nestling into him and happily breathing his scent.

The combined scents of my pack and the sound of a collective purring all lulled me into a sense of security and calmness. Happiness wafted through the air in my scent, being met with happiness and love from the different scents surrounding me.

“My perfect little Omega,” Tamaki whispered, his instincts calming and letting his timidity resurface, though it seemed to be drowned out by exhaustion, happiness, and his ambient instincts to care for his Omega. I let out an answering chirp and rubbed over his head which he nestled into the crook of my neck, laying soft kisses to his Claim.

I let out another chirp of happiness to my Mates and my pack which they all readily returned before I drifted off into a comfortable sleep.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[adrunkskeletonsduck]

hey bestie bae <3 how are you doing? I was wondering you if you could write an neteyam x twin!sister!reader where they are best of friends and did everything together and is heartbroken when he is injured, maybe she saves him or maybe she doesn’t. That would be great! <3 please keep up the great writing and have a great day! <3333

I found this a bit funny bc I actually have a twin brother and we’re pretty close. Not attached to the hip typa close but still close.

Oɴᴇ Lɪғᴇ Eɴᴅs, Aɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Bᴇɢɪɴs

➜ Pairing: Neteyam & twin!sister!reader

➜ Summary: Two peas in a pod. You couldn’t imagine your life without your twin brother in it, he meant the world to you and there was nothing you wouldn’t do to keep him safe. Including give your life for his.

➜ Warnings: Death, mentions of blood, heavy angst

➜ Word Count: 2.0k

➜ Notes: I almost cried writing this, so respectfully I hope it rips your hearts out &lt;;3

Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

All your earliest memories included Neteyam, there were very few that he wasn’t in, even the more recent ones. The two of you had pretty much been glued to the hip since birth. Two peas in a pod. You couldn’t fathom a life without him, and he couldn’t fathom a life without you.

One of the earliest memories you had was your fourth birthday. You and Neteyam were sitting together, grinning stupidly as your family (which only consisted of you, Neteyam, your parents, mo’at a baby Kiri and Lo’ak)  sung ‘happy birthday’ around you. Then when they’d finished, Mo’at scooped the two of you up, easily balancing the two of you in her arms and smothering you both in kisses. The ticklish sensation throwing both you and Neteyam into a fit of giggles, while Mo’at continued to pamper you.  

“How big and strong my grandchildren are becoming!” she’d said, smiling at the two of you as she set you down. You remembered the matching wood carved charms she’d gifted you both that birthday; you’d clipped them onto your songcords, and then run off into the forest together, Neytiri following behind you both closely.  

You grew extremely close over the years, almost never leaving the others side as you learnt the ins and outs of life together. You told each other everything, and you could still remember the first secret of yours you’d entrusted him with.  

You’d run up to him grinning wildly, a few teeth of your missing like they would have been for a eight-year-old. You’d plopped down in front of him, whispering – or trying to – to him that you had a crush.  

“But you can't to tell anyone!” you’d exclaimed immediately after the confession, looking at him very seriously. His eyes had widened, nodding in affirmation to his next statement.  

“I won't,” he’d promised like it was the most important secret in the world. At the time it very well might have been, and to this day he hadn't told a soul.  

You built the trust between the two of you through wordily affirmation and experiences until you could confidently say you trusted him with your life, and he intern trusted you with his. You knew, that if there was a need, you’d give your life for his without a second thought, although you hoped it would never come to that.  

But sometimes people just aren't so lucky.  

“Go!” You could barely hear his voice over the deafening berate of gunfire as he yelled the order. Bullets clattered against the metal of the ship as you pressed yourself into the wall. Lo’ak and Spider were quick to comply, running to the railing rimmed pool and diving into the water, but you stood firmly next to Neteyam. Two peas in a pod, you wouldn’t leave him behind.  

He glanced over his shoulder as he ducked further behind the wall.  

“What are you doing here? You need to go tsmuke!” you shook your head, stubbornly.  

“I’m not leaving you!” you screamed over the gunfire. Neteyam grunted, shifting the gun in his hand. There was no use trying to convince you to go by yourself, that would just waste time. The one thing you didn’t have. Neteyam glanced down at the gun in his hand, there wasn’t enough ammunition in it to cover the both of you properly if you made a run for it separately anyway.  

“Okay we go on my count,” you nodded, pushing yourself off the wall and getting ready to run.   

“3,”  

“2,”  

“1.” Neteyam turned sharply, using the last of the ammo in the gun to fire in the direction of the Avatar shooting at you, before discarding it and bolting towards the pool.  

You saw it in slow-motion as you looked back, the sound of gunfire amplifying tenfold and mixing with the ringing in your ears. Bullets whizzed past the two of you, and something in your gut told you he wasn’t going to make it in time. All you knew in that moment is there was no way in hell you were going to let anything happen to him. 

Just as he jumped to dive over the railing, you reached out almost instinctively, pulling his body to the side so you were in front of him as you dove into the water side by side. You felt something collide with you, something small, and fast. You didn’t even have time to understand what had happened before red-hot pain, bloomed right above your breast. 

Your scream of agony was muffled as your body hit the water and searing hot pain overtook your senses. It was blinding, only being amplified with every shift of your body as you pushed your body to the surface. Your brain scrambled to grasp reality, through the feeling of burning nerves and weight of water pushing you down.  

“Neteyam!” you gasped, breaking to the surface and doing your best to stay afloat. One hand cupped your chest that was bleeding profusely, turning the water around you a deep shade of red.  

He turned at the sound of your voice calling his name, and his heart dropped, eyes widening at the sight of hazy red water that surrounded your struggling form. He rushed to your side, eyes raking over you looking for the source of your bleeding until his eyes landed on your hand, right over your lung and panic overtook him.  

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. He thought, he couldn’t lose you; he needed you.  

As a child he would sometimes find himself imagining a life without his twin sister, he remembers the way his stomach would churn at the mere thought of it, and his mind would move on to happier thoughts. Those same nights dreams of losing you would haunt him. He would wake up with a thin sheen of sweat coating him, before his eyes would settle on your sleeping form and his heart would slow its raging pace. He’d lay down, shaking the contents of the dream away and drifting of to sleep again. 

 He hoped this was just another nightmare that his mind had cooked up to screw with him. He’d wake up and you’d be right there, sleeping soundly by Neytiri and Tuk across the Murui pod like you did every night. Your chest rising and falling steadily against the threaded sea grass top you’d made with Tsireya. No one came to wake him though, and no matter how hard he hoped his mind didn’t pull him out of his sleep, because there was nothing to wake up from.  

“She’s shot! Help me!” He called to Lo’ak and Spider frantically, hoisting you onto the ilu. You hissed in pain as they moved you. Tsireya helped pull you up, holding you against her as you took shallow breaths.  

You couldn’t really focus on anything as the ilu sped away from the Demon Ship, lost to your faint thoughts of death and slow mind.  

Your body slid against the rocks, jagged edges scraping against your skin uncomfortably as they push you onto the sturdy surface. The waves crash against the rock, a sound that you would consider soothing if not for the circumstances. Your face is pale, breath shallow and rapid, your ears are ringing and your adrenaline is starting to fade. Everything is slippery, wet and somehow sticky and even now, when you're bleeding out and dying it makes you feel gross.  

The soft breeze is chilling to your wet form, and the gentleness of it is unfitting for such a scene. Your head bumps against something as your set down, and you hear the screech of an Ikran infront of you, feel the rough wind its wings bring as it lands, and see its head peeking out into your field of vision. Then its gone, replaced by your father's face as he rushes over to you. Your eyes shift to Neteyam who sits next to you looking helpless, and you reach out to him, looking for his hand. He gives it to you, clasping your hand in his.  

Your wound screamed as Jake moved you, curses falling from his lips before he set you back down on your back. You're struggling to breath, eyes unfocused as the dart to each member of your family, desperately trying to memorize their features before you go. The older sister in you notes that Kiri and Tuk are missing but you can't focus on the thought to much. You don’t have the energy.  

“Why would you do that?” Neteyam whispered, and your barley hear his words. If you had the energy you would smile, squeeze his hand and tell him that you didn’t regret any of it, because you don’t. But you can't. So instead leave him without an answer and focus on your breath, focus on the pressure of Lo’aks hand over your wound, and the feeling of Neteyams hand in yours, focus on your mothers' eyes and your fathers worried expression. You can sort of Tsireya in the back, a frown on her lips, just like all the rest of them and you focus on that to.  

You want to tell them it's going to be okay, that there's no need to worry, but you're not a lair, so you opt to something more truthful.  

“I want to go home,” you whimper through grit teeth. Even your own words sound faraway now and you realize this was how you were going to die. But you didn’t to die, you had so much to live for, so much to experience. You had just begun to settle into life with the Metkayina, just begun to learn the ocean and the reef, just begun to make friends. You were only 15 years old; you had your whole life ahead of you, you didn’t want to die. You weren't ready. How was that fair? 

“We’re going, we’re going,” Your father reassures. He sounds helpless, broken. You think he’s lying for a moment, but then they’re faces start to fade from your field of vision and you’re truly to weak to care. Only able to think about the fact that you aren't ready yet. That you don’t want to die, not like this. 

The world fades, all sensations put to a halt and it's like a weight is lifted of your shoulders, despite your reluctance you can't help but feel relief. The heaving of your chest stops, and your nerves aren't burning with pain anymore, and there's no more crashing of waves, there's no bitter chill biting at your skin or sticky blood coating you. 

There's only a blinding white behind your eyelids, accompanied by the chirping of birds, a sunny warmth that touches your skin and warms your soul as soft grass caresses your skin. You feel a deep sense of peace take root in your heart, and you don’t question it as your eyes flutter open to be met with the lush forests of Pandora and clear blue skies.  

“Y/n! Y/n!” A childish voice calls to you. You turn at the sound of your name and rustling of leaves pushing yourself to sit up. Neteyam bursts through the underbrush, young and bright, and smiling like he always was. He’s waving at you to get up.  

“Common!” he says urgently, “I wanna show you what I made!” And then he’s dashing off in the direction he came again, leaving you to run after him with a giddy smile. 

 You were home again.  

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Morning Rituals

Another short one, another Zayne fic! This one is ACTUALLY just fluff, no angst.

Featuring Kiri, my Zayne romancing MC! I've taken some liberties with my headcanons, since I personally think Zayne is absolutely the most non-morning person ever. He's too sleep deprived.

So...morning person x non-morning person, I guess? It's a little suggestive, fair warning!

If you enjoy what you read, please leave a like or a reblog! It lets me know people like my writing, and encourages me to do more!

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The alarm goes off far too soon.

Muscular ams tighten around her waist, dragging her back into Zayne's embrace. No matter what he says, he's not a morning person by a long shot, something that makes Kiri giggles as she taps his hands.

“Zayne…”

He sighs as he presses his forehead into the curve of her back. “Must we?” He mutters.

As if fortune has chosen to spite him personally, his alarm starts up as well.

Zayne's groan is audible.

Prying his hands from her waist, Kiri hops out of the bed, stretching cheerfully. “Come on, today's a new day, the sun is shining, the birds are calling- eep!” She yelps as she's forcibly dragged back into bed, pinned beneath Zayne's body.

“It's four AM,” he flatly replies. “We are the only thing awake.”

His hair is mussed beautifully, eyes dark and heavy with sleep. To Kiri, there is nothing more breathtaking in the entire world.

“And yet,” she whispers, heart swelling with love, “we still have to get up. You have your patients, and I have my Hunter’s physical exam.”

Kiri's delighted to see a slight furrow in his brow, the closest Zayne ever comes to pouting. With a sigh, he rolls off of her, sitting with his legs slung over the edge of the bed. “Unfortunately, you have a point.”

Bouncing up, she walks over to his side, stealing a soft kiss. It's meant to be short and sweet. Zayne slides a hand into her hair, pulling slightly, and her breath hitches.

An opportunity presents itself, and Zayne is, as ever, swift on the uptake. The kiss turns positively filthy, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, nipping and dragging at her bottom lip until she chases the sensation.

“Unfair,” she says hoarsely, weak-kneed. How infuriating that her doctor excels at everything he does.

There's a tiny smirk on his face as he stands, practically flush against her form. This close, she can see the smattering of marks she left across his skin last night, bite marks and hickies that lead down to his adonis belt, dipping underneath the low-slung Akso branded sweatpants he wears to bed.

Zayne leans in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Just getting my morning pick-me-up. I need sugar with my coffee, after all.”

He slides past her, and she huffs, watching the long line of his back as he walks into the bathroom. Long pink scratches drag down the planes of muscle there.

“Some days,” she mutters, heading out of the bedroom, “I think you're the worst thing for my heart condition.”

His low chuckle follows her into the kitchen.

[kiwiokok]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍

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Pairing: Ao'nung x omaticayan!fem!reader

Summary: She has what now?

Warnings: angst, crying

Author’s note: l have been waiting to finally write this chapter and I’m so excited!

Credits: For the whole plot idea I have for this fanfic I have to credit and thank @lorre-verie <3

Sounds began to return, soft and steady, like waves lapping at the shore. She could hear voices around her—low and familiar, each one calming the storm still lingering in her mind. Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking against the gentle light filtering in.

Warm, golden light poured through the woven walls, casting soft shapes across her vision. Everything felt quieter here, softer. She could feel a cool cloth resting on her forehead, and the faint scent of herbs filled the air. The earthy aroma mixed with the smell of woven fibers, bringing a strange sense of comfort, grounding her in this place.

Her eyes adjusted, making out details of the room—the patterned mats beneath her, the soft flickering of light as it danced across the walls. Gentle voices murmured around her, familiar tones that she couldn’t quite make out but recognized all the same. The rhythm of their voices was calming.

As her senses sharpened, she took in each small detail, each sound and smell, letting them steady her. She wasn’t alone. The quiet presence of those around her filled her with a warmth she hadn’t realized she’d been missing.

Your body jolted forward, your head spinning as if you were still right in front of your father.

- Woah, woah, slow down, tiger. A warm, steady voice urged. Familiar hands gripped your shoulders, grounding you—your dad. You felt another hand, gentle and steady, rest on your back—your mother.

Around you, faint sniffles drifted through the air, tugging at your heart. Tuk. The little sounds wove their way into your hazy thoughts, piecing things together, pulling you back into the present moment.

Each breath you took made the world a bit clearer. Your chest rose and fell, calming the pounding in your head, and you focused on the sensation of cold hands—your own—pressing against your face, fingers working gently over your eyelids. With every touch, you felt more awake, more in control.

- That’s it, princess. Come back to us. your dad murmured, his voice a soft, steady anchor. His hands remained firmly on your shoulders, as if afraid you’d drift away if he let go.

You blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim, earthy light of the tent. The faces of your family came into focus, watching you with a mix of worry and relief. Tuk’s large, tear-filled eyes gazed up at you from the foot of the hammock, while Neteyam and Lo’ak stood nearby, tense but quiet. Kiri lingered at the edge, a bowl of herbs clutched in her hands, her usual smile subdued.

You took in the scents around you—the pungent, earthy aroma of herbs, the faint salt of the sea, and the cool dampness of woven fibers surrounding you. You were in the Metkayina’s healer tent, nestled in a hammock.

You heard Kiri's voice somewhere behind you, - Do you need anything? her words echoed in your brain.

You opened your mouth, rubbing your temples - K-Kirel sap.… you managed to utter, - please.

A slight pause ensued, but was followed shortly by the sounds of Kiri rummaging through the herbs to make the mixture.

- How are you feeling? Neteyam’s voice was soft, a warmth threading through his words as he looked at you, his gaze full of concern. He sat close beside your mother, his expression guarded but undeniably worried, while Lo'ak hovered behind him, his face lined with tension.

You took a breath, your voice coming out small and unsteady. - I think… I’m okay. you replied, though a flicker of hesitation colored your words. You could feel the ache in your muscles, like your body was piecing itself back together after something too big, too intense. - What… what happened?

As you tried to sit up a little more, the stiffness made you wince, but it reminded you that you were alive, each sensation grounding you more in the present. The question lingered in the air, unanswered, as Neteyam and Lo'ak exchanged a glance, their silence more telling than any words.

Before they could respond, Kiri appeared beside you with a small bowl, the steam from the greenish liquid inside curling upward in gentle tendrils. Her expression was focused, brows slightly furrowed, though there was a soft kindness in her eyes. She tapped your chin, encouraging you to open your mouth.

- I can drink it myse— you began, but Kiri ignored you, tipping the bowl forward until the thick, bitter liquid met your lips. The taste was sharp and earthy, sliding down your throat with a harsh, almost smoky tang that made you wince. You forced yourself to swallow, nearly choking as the liquid settled heavily in your stomach. When she pulled the bowl back, you took a shuddering breath, trying to get the taste out of your mouth.

Glaring up at her, you saw the smirk on her face, one brow raised in silent triumph. - That’s what you get for insisting on kirel sap over tamla root. she said, tucking the bowl away as if she’d won some unspoken argument.

The kirel sap left a prickly warmth in your throat, seeping through you with almost electric energy that made your skin buzz.

- Kirel sap is stronger. you managed, eyebrows pulling together as you grimaced, the taste lingering stubbornly.

Kiri rolled her eyes, her smile widening, - Maybe, but tamla root works just as well, and it doesn’t make you look like you’re swallowing raw tar. Her tone was teasing, but there was something in her gaze that softened like she was silently glad you were here to bicker over it. - You’re lucky you only had a brush with Eywa, or I’d be pouring Tamla root tea down your throat instead.

"Near-death experience." The words echoed in your mind, and fragments of memory started to hit you, sharp and disjointed. You remembered the knife slipping from your hand, the harsh, metallic taste of blood filling your mouth as the blow struck your forehead.

Warmth had pooled down your face, blurring your vision in red streaks. You remembered the darkness closing in, heavy and thick, swallowing the sounds around you until all that was left was the fading thump of your own heartbeat.

Each flash was like a stab of cold-a feeling of slipping under, of drowning in silence, of desperately reaching for something solid as the world faded away. The memories were raw, each one as vivid and sharp as the pain itself.

Your heart pounded as realization slowly dawned, each thump heavy and unsteady, settling like a cold weight in your chest.

- Who… you murmured, the words fragile and uncertain, sticking in your throat. Every fiber of your body resisted the question, yet it forced its way out, raw and trembling. You lifted your gaze to Neteyam, searching his eyes as if they held all the answers. - Who brought me here?

Neteyam’s jaw tightened, his face shadowed with something unreadable. His gaze dropped, eyes refusing to meet yours, and an unsettling silence stretched between you. The quiet felt dense, a wall holding back words he couldn’t bring himself to say. And in that wordless pause, his reluctance told you everything—it wasn’t him who had brought you here.

- Neteyam? you tried again, your voice laced with urgency and fear, memories pressing forward in jagged, disjointed flashes. Ro’uk, Ka’ali, Rai’to—their faces emerged like ghosts, stirring a deep ache in your chest. Anxiety twisted inside you, a rising storm of panic. - What happened to them? Where… where is Ro’uk?

- They’re safe, Lorre. Lo’ak’s voice was a gentle attempt at reassurance, his hand settling firmly but carefully on your shoulder, his fingers a steady weight against your skin as he leaned down, gently urging you back. - You just need to rest, alright?

But his words only sharpened your worry. - Are you sure they’re alright? you asked, your voice fragile as you searched each face, pleading for the truth. - Promise me, Lo’ak. Please.

You moved your hand to remove his, but the unexpected sensation of something cold and foreign wrapped around your wrist made you pause—a slender wire connected to a device beside you, its faint, rhythmic beeps filling the quiet air.

A wave of alarm surged through you. Glancing down, you noticed other wires trailing from your arms, attaching you to strange machines emitting subtle, blinking lights.

Your breath hitched as you took in the unfamiliar surroundings. There was a low hum of technology woven into the fabric of the Marui walls, clashing with the warmth of the space you knew. The scent of herbs mixed uneasily with the sterile smell of something metallic and unrecognizable.

Kiri, noticing your distress, moved closer. Her fingers lightly brushed over yours, the familiar warmth of her touch an attempt to anchor you, but even that felt distant against the cold reality of the wires and machines surrounding you. Her eyes, filled with worry, tried to convey a silent reassurance.

- What’s happening? you whispered, barely able to voice the question as you glanced between Kiri and Neteyam. - Kiri… what is all of this? Each word was thick with the weight of confusion and fear.

Neytiri, her expression softening with understanding, stepped forward. She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, her fingers warm, grounding you with the quiet strength of her presence. - Sweet girl. she murmured, her voice gentle, - These are Jake’s friends. They came to help. Her gaze flickered briefly toward the doorway, where Jake had just stepped outside.

Through the open flap, you caught a glimpse of him speaking in low tones with a tall Na’vi whose skin bore unfamiliar forest markings.

- When Dad found out something happened, he didn’t hesitate, Neteyam’s voice was quieter now, softened by relief mingling with his own worry. - He called his friends from the forest—they came right away to help.

The words meant to soothe felt foreign, layered with all the unfamiliarity around you. The faint beeps, the quiet hum of machines, the sterile presence of medical equipment—all of it seemed out of place.

Your eyes drifted around the room, taking in the small monitors with their pulsing lights, an oxygen mask discarded nearby, and the strange packs labeled with symbols you couldn’t recognize.

Tuk, small and hesitant, peeked out from behind Neytiri, her wide eyes red-rimmed, damp with worry. She held back a soft sniffle as she caught your gaze, her tiny form almost swallowed by the shadows of the room.

Neytiri gently nudged her forward, and Tuk took a shaky step toward you. Her small fingers reached for your hand, and her grasp was surprisingly strong, clinging to you with a quiet desperation. She wiped her tear-streaked cheeks with her free hand, managing a brave but trembling smile.

- Don’t scare us like that, Lorre. she whispered, her voice trembling as her fingers tightened around yours.

You wanted to say something reassuring, to tell her you were okay, but the cold, foreign reality of the machines around you stole your words. Lo’ak’s hand remained steady on your shoulder, his grip grounding, as though silently urging you to focus on the warmth of his touch rather than the questions swirling in your mind.

- Lorre, I’m so sad about Nami. Tuk’s voice came out in a small, broken whisper, her words punctuated by quiet sniffling. - I really liked her. Her little hand tightened in yours as she leaned her head against your shoulder, seeking comfort in the closeness, her tiny frame heavy with grief.

The name lingered between you, heavy with loss. Nami—she was gone, taken by a cruelty Lorre could barely fathom, by the merciless hand of her father’s orders. Her chest tightened as the brutal truth of it settled in, a raw ache twisting inside her.

Lorre closed her eyes, lips pressed together, fighting back the wave of tears threatening to break free. She couldn’t cry now, not with Tuk clinging to her, searching for the stability Lorre barely felt she could provide.

Her jaw clenched, every breath a battle against the grief swelling within her. She reached up to gently stroke Tuk’s hair, letting her fingers run through the soft braids in an effort to soothe them both.

- Me too, Tuk. she murmured, voice trembling as she spoke. - I miss her, too.

Tuk gave a shaky nod, her tears slowly quieting

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Norm paused, looking at Jake with a troubled expression. - Alright, from her brain scan, it looks like she had some kind of stroke. He hesitated, glancing down at the tablet in his hands, his lips pressed into a thin line. - But… that’s not the only thing we found.

Jake’s face tensed, his brows knitting together. - What? What else did you find?

Norm’s eyes shifted nervously to your sleeping form. - The state she’s in—it’s some kind of defense mechanism. Her body doesn’t have the energy to function fully right now, so it’s… shut down to protect itself. He gestured to a small syringe that Max was preparing nearby, the needle gleaming faintly in the low light. - This injection should help stabilize her, and give her enough strength to come around. But, Jake, there’s something seriously wrong here.

Jake’s jaw clenched as he stared at Norm, fear flickering in his eyes. - Get to the point. he said, his voice rough. - Defense mechanism? What kind of defense mechanism is that? Is this normal?

Norm shook his head, his voice calm but weighted. - No, it’s not. It’s a reaction tied to her unique DNA. She’s part Na’vi, part avatar, and part human… and something in that mix isn’t working right.

Jake’s face shifted with a confused look. - What are you saying, Norm?

Norm took a deep breath and held up the tablet, zooming in on a section of your DNA. - I took a sample. Look here. He pointed to a specific gene on the screen, highlighting a pattern that looked out of place. - See that strand right there? It’s a gene that can increase the risk of lung cancer. And if it spreads, it can metastasize to the brain, which… could mean a brain tumor.

Jake’s face went pale, his eyes wide with a shock that quickly gave way to panic. - A… brain tumor? Are you saying she has a brain tumor?

Norm was quick to respond, his tone steady but cautious. - Not exactly. This isn’t like a traditional tumor. The Na’vi genes she has seem to interfere with its growth, slowing it down. But if she has metastases in the brain, it means the lung cells might have spread, turning it metastatic rather than a primary brain tumor. He paused, letting that sink in, before adding gently, - But we need to ask her if she’s had any symptoms. Without a blood sample, that’s the best indicator we have.

Jake looked down, his hands rubbing over his face in distress. He tried to remember anything you’d mentioned, some small hint that would’ve given this away. But aside from the headaches, nothing clear came to mind.

Finally, Jake took a shaky breath, lifting his gaze to Norm. - She hasn’t said anything… other than a few headaches here and there. He swallowed, trying to push down the knot in his chest. - She’ll be fine, right? We’d know by now if it was serious.

Norm placed a steadying hand on Jake’s shoulder, nodding with reassurance. - Then there’s no need to worry just yet, Jake. We’ll take it one step at a time.

At that moment, a soft flutter of movement caught their attention. Your eyes began to open slowly, lashes flickering as the world started to come back into focus.

- She’s waking up Max spoke when he noticed slight movement.

Jake’s face broke into a relieved smile as he leaned forward, gently pushing Max aside. The blurry outlines sharpened into the familiar sight of your father, Norm, and Max all standing over you.

- Hey, princess. Jake murmured, his voice a low, gentle hum as he reached for your hand. His expression was warm but fragile, a thin veil over the worry that hadn’t left his face. - How are you feeling?

- I’m fine. you mumbled, wincing as a dull throb pulsed through your head. - My head just hurts.

Outside, Neteyam and Lo’ak sat cross-legged in front of the Marui’s entryway, faces glowing with excitement as they tinkered with Norm’s iPad. The device, never meant for Na’vi fingers, had become their prize possession for the day, and they had been tasked with warding away any “intruders.”

Neteyam gave a low hiss, trying to wrestle the iPad from Lo’ak’s hands. - I’m trying, bro! Stop pulling! These weren’t made for Na’vi fingers!

Lo’ak’s grip tightened, his eyes flashing with determination. - Don’t yank it, Neteyam! You’ll break it!

Just then, Ao’nung appeared, crossing his arms and looking down at the two squabbling brothers with thinly veiled impatience. - Hey. Move. I need to get in.

Lo’ak didn’t even look up, his focus glued to the screen. - Go away, swamp sucker. he muttered, swatting at Neteyam’s fingers as they both clung to the delicate device.

Ao'nung's face twisted slightly, nose scrunching at the human insult Lo'ak had tossed his way. With a sharp inhale, he lifted his leg as if to step over them, only to be blocked by Neteyam’s outstretched hand, which shoved his foot back into the sand. - Hey! No entry! Neteyam declared, taking advantage of the distraction to snatch the iPad from Lo’ak’s grip.

Lo’ak’s eyes narrowed, his patience running thin. - Give that back, idiot!

Ao’nung’s frustration simmered as he glared at them, hands clenched tightly. - Let me through. he insisted, his voice laced with the faintest hint of pleading. Normally, Lo’ak would’ve been all too eager to tease him for showing any kind of vulnerability, but the allure of the iPad held him in its thrall.

- You aren’t family. Get lost! Lo’ak grumbled, ignoring Ao’nung’s protests as he put Neteyam into a playful headlock, still managing to keep his eyes on the screen.

With a scowl and a huff, Ao’nung spun on his heel, stalking away. - Tch. Watch me become part of your family, skxawng. he muttered under his breath, shooting them one last glare as Kiri and Tuk sprinted past him, their faces lit up with excitement at the sight of the iPad.

Lo’ak and Neteyam barely noticed as Kiri and Tuk joined the tug-of-war, the four siblings now locked in a fierce battle over their “prize,” laughter and squabbling filling the air as Ao’nung retreated, shaking his head.

You took a slow sip of water from the cup Norm handed you, trying to ease the dryness in your throat. He sat across from you, his face softened with a sadness you couldn’t quite understand. Setting the tablet on his lap, he looked at you with a gentle, almost forced smile.

- Now, I’m going to ask you a few questions, alright?

You nodded hesitantly, and he began.

- Have you been getting any fevers?

You shook your head. - No. Just a headache.

Norm scratched something down on his tablet, his expression turning more serious. - Lost any weight recently? Wait—no, you guys don’t weigh yourselves here. Um, any nosebleeds?

The memory surfaced, sharp and clear: a nosebleed you hadn’t thought much about. You gave him a single nod.

He continued, his gaze growing heavier, and you could feel the tension building in the room. - And…have you… coughed up blood by any chance?

You paused, images flashing of the moment you’d felt a warm trickle of blood as you trained, wiping it away quickly so no one would notice. You gave a slow, reluctant nod, two to be exact, your eyes darting to your father.

Jake’s gaze pierced you, as if searching for answers you hadn’t given him. His face softened, but beneath the quiet concern was something sharper. Why hadn’t you told him? How could he not have known?

Norm’s eyes flickered from you to Jake, then back to his tablet, hesitation in every small movement. His tone softened, laced with worry. - You said… she’s been having these headaches for a while now?

Jake nodded stiffly, the implications dawning on him like a weight dragging him down. He couldn’t fully process what Norm was suggesting. His gaze drifted to you, watching you with that puzzled, innocent expression as if none of this could really be happening. The room felt colder and smaller, and at that moment, it was as if the floor beneath him had vanished, leaving him suspended over an abyss.

His throat tightened, and he fought to keep his voice steady, even as his heart pounded with a sense of dread that settled in his bones. Norm exchanged a look with Max, and they led Jake to the far side of the Marui, their expressions a mirror of silent grief.

Norm glanced back at you with a soft, pained smile. - Wait here, alright? We’re just going to talk.

Three small nods.

Jake’s voice trembled as he whispered to them. - There’s—there’s gotta be treatment, right? Something?

Norm’s shoulders slumped. - Jake… I’m so sorry.

A hollow silence fell between them. Jake’s voice broke as he pressed on, desperate. - There’s got to be something you can do!

Norm shook his head slowly. - We’re not sure if any treatment would work. Her Na’vi genes and the human illness—it’s… it’s so intertwined, Jake. We don’t have the technology, or the knowledge, and this hasn’t happened before.

A wave of helplessness crashed over him, almost suffocating. - So—so she’s just going to…die? His voice cracked, and his whole body felt numb as he met their pitying gazes, each filled with silent confirmation.

When he returned to the others, the weight of the news was written in his eyes before he even said a word. And in that moment, it felt like the world had stopped.

Neteyam sat with his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking as silent tears splashed onto his lap. He couldn’t bear to look up, his mind swirling with disbelief.

Kiri covered her mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape, her eyes brimming with tears that seemed endless.

Lo’ak stared at you, wide-eyed and frozen, the horror plain on his face. He looked at you like you were slipping away from him, already somewhere he couldn’t reach.

Tuk clung to Jake, her small fingers gripping his side as she buried her face in his chest, already crying, her tiny shoulders shaking as if trying to hide from the truth.

And Neytiri… Neytiri was shattered. Her eyes, usually fierce and unwavering, were wide and lost. She clutched her hands into her hair, her breaths shallow and ragged, as if her very soul was unraveling, and all she could manage was a hoarse, whispered ache.

And then there was you.

Sitting there amidst the quiet, broken grief of your family, the weight of your fate pressed down with a suffocating finality. Just one year. One fragile, fleeting year left for you to see the world you’d only just begun to know, to feel time slipping through your fingers like water, faster than you could bear.

You stared down at your hands, clenched into tight fists against your knees, fingers digging in as if the grip could somehow anchor you, stop the trembling that had begun to take over your body.

It felt cruel, a punishment you hadn’t earned, a twist of fate that mocked everything you’d fought so hard to find. Finally—finally—you’d found a place where you belonged. A family that welcomed you, loved you, filled your days with laughter, warmth, and meaning. You’d found a home woven from the love in each shared meal, every quiet moment under the stars, each stolen glance exchanged in silent understanding. You had started to feel the freedom of letting yourself trust, letting yourself be held by a bond bigger than your own fears.

And just as you’d dared to believe you could have it forever, it was being torn from you, ripped away before you could even savor it fully. The dreams you’d cradled so carefully, that had only just begun to unfurl like the first fragile shoots of spring—dreams of raising a family, of finding a mate to love, of growing old surrounded by the people who mattered most—shattered, scattering like petals in the wind.

The injustice of it clawed at your heart. You’d finally learned what it was to be part of something bigger than yourself, to belong, and now all that was slipping away. You imagined the empty days your family would face without you, the celebrations you’d miss, the life you’d never get to lead. They would continue, their lives unfolding in ways you’d never witness, every precious memory you’d never become a part of, every moment you’d never feel.

A single year—an eternity in the span of your pain and an instant in the life you’d wanted. As the reality sank in, a silent, helpless rage joined the grief, because it was as if the world was reminding you that happiness, and love, were things you were never truly meant to keep.

────────

That night, left alone in the marui, the silence pressed down as you studied your hands. Your five fingers seemed to stand out even more, a reminder of the human part of you that had always felt just a little out of place. You traced each finger slowly, almost as if they held some secret answer, something that could make sense of the unfairness of it all.

A single year. Just as you’d found a family, people who loved you deeply, a place where you finally belonged—life had pulled it all away. You’d barely begun to experience the joy of truly fitting in, of learning what it felt like to be seen not as an outsider, but as one of their own. And now, that chance was being taken from you.

A thousand images rushed through your mind: the gentle way Jake always looked at you with pride, Neytiri’s touch when she smoothed your hair, Tuk’s laughter as she clung to your side, Kiri’s understanding glances, Neteyam’s quiet reassurance, and even Lo’ak’s playful jabs. You’d dreamed of a future here, of watching everyone grow, of having time to build a life among them. But now those dreams seemed as fragile as the thin air filling your lungs.

Your throat tightened, but you swallowed hard, refusing to let yourself break. You knew if you started crying, you might never stop. Instead, you clenched your fists, pressing them against your knees, willing the pain to stay hidden, knowing that if you showed how much this hurt, it would break their hearts too.

It was cruel, so deeply cruel, to feel like you’d finally found your place, only to have it slip from your grasp. And for the first time, alone in the marui under the weight of an unknown future, you let yourself think the question you’d been avoiding: Why me?

Suddenly, the flap of the marui shifted, and you glanced up, half-expecting it to be Jake or one of your siblings. Instead, Ao’nung stood there, silhouetted in the dim evening light. He hesitated for a second, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face before he stepped inside.

- Hey. he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at you, an awkward but familiar grin tugging at his mouth. - You alright? I was wondering where you’d disappeared to.

You held his gaze in silence for a moment, pulling your arms closer, hiding the slight tremor in your fingers. You knew he hadn’t heard the news: there was no shadow of pity or sorrow in his expression. For now, he saw you just as he always had—no different, unchanged. That alone felt like a comfort.

Ao’nung tilted his head, narrowing his eyes with that feigned cockiness he liked to play at. - I noticed a distinct lack of spears to my throat today. he quipped, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. His gaze was curious but soft, the guarded hint of a smirk just barely hiding his concern.

Your smirk was faint, barely there, but real. - Did you miss me? you asked, lifting a brow, leaning into the familiar banter.

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, as he looked down at you. - Maybe I just missed the thrill of avoiding near-death every time I saw you. he teased. But his words were softer than usual, almost gentle. He shifted closer, settling on the floor across from you. - But… I don’t know, you just seemed off. Didn’t like it.

For a brief moment, you didn’t know how to respond. You felt a bittersweet pang at how he was still oblivious, at the normalcy he brought just by being here, so unaffected. It made you ache with the thought of the inevitable moment he’d find out, when everything would change.

- Guess i just needed a break from terrorizing you. You spoke, managing a lightness to your tone that didn't reach your eyes.

He tilted his head, studying you, not fooled. - That doesn’t sound like you. he murmured, eyes narrowing slightly. - What’s wrong, really?

You held his gaze, your chest tight. Part of you wanted to tell him everything, to let him share this weight, to feel his warmth and strength beside you. But you knew that once he knew, the familiar would be gone. The banter, the teasing—all of it would change.

Instead, you just shook your head, forcing a smile as you looked away, feeling the ache in your throat as you whispered, - Nothing, Ao’nung. It’s nothing.

Ao’nung wasn’t having it. He shifted closer, the concern in his gaze evident as he studied you. - Don’t give me that, Lorre. I can see something’s eating at you. I’ve seen that look before, and I’m not letting you brush me off.

Your shoulders sagged slightly, and you felt the words slipping out almost against your will. - Nami… she’s gone. Your voice cracked, and your eyes darted away, the pain fresh. - I tried to save her. She was gone before I could even… You trailed off, swallowing hard to keep your voice steady.

Ao’nung’s gaze softened, and he placed his hand on your arm, fingers warm against your skin, grounding you in the moment. You instinctively shifted, trying to pull back just enough to hide the hand with five fingers. But he held firm, his grip gentle but unyielding. He noticed your hesitation and, without a word, carefully took hold of your hand, lifting it into view. His thumb traced along your knuckles, the touch both comforting and reassuring.

- You don’t have to hide this from me, Lorre. he murmured, his voice so soft that it made your chest ache. - I don’t care what anyone else might think or say.

Heat rose in your cheeks, but there was something in his touch, in the way he looked at you, that made you feel like you didn’t need to be ashamed. Like you could just be yourself, flaws and all. - It’s just… everything feels so heavy lately. you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. - I keep losing things that matter. Nami was… she was mine to protect. I promised I’d take care of her, and now she’s just… gone. The words tumbled out, broken and raw.

Ao’nung’s fingers tightened around yours, grounding you. - Lorre, you gave her everything you could. You tried. That’s all anyone could ever ask. He paused, eyes intent, as though willing you to understand. - And besides, you don’t have to go through this alone. Not anymore.

You felt the sting of tears welling up, but his steady grip anchored you, somehow making you feel lighter, as if he was holding some of that weight with you. - But it’s not fair, Ao’nung. you whispered. - I just found a place where I feel like I belong, and I can’t even keep the ones I care about safe. It’s like every time I finally get close to something, it’s ripped away.

He nodded, his expression understanding, his hand never leaving yours. - I know what it’s like to feel that way. he said quietly. - But just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean you have to bear it alone. He glanced down at where your hands were entwined, his fingers warm around yours, as if making a silent promise. - You don’t have to go through this by yourself.

The sincerity in his voice broke through the wall you’d been holding up, and a single tear slipped down your cheek. Ao’nung reached up, gently brushing it away with his thumb, his touch soft and warm. - Let me be here with you, Lorre. I don’t care how hard it gets. I’m not going anywhere.

You looked up at him, the tightness in your chest loosening a little, the sadness easing, just a bit. - Thank you, Ao’nung. You murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

He gave a small smile, his gaze never wavering. He lifted your hand once more, pressing it to his chest as he added softly, - You’re stuck with me, five fingers and all.

[stomach-bugg09]

im insanely in love with your older! Sister mini series!

Hmm I have a request, could you perhaps do one where you remember the scene where kiri unfortunately has a seizure underwater?

Instead of it being kiri could you switch it so instead we’re the one who has a severe seizure?? maybe a little different? Not too similar to how kiri’s whole situation went.

And the whole family especially our younger siblings go into a panic bc this has NEVER happened before.

It’s alright if you don’t want to do this one 🤍 was trying to come up with an idea so the mini series could stay alive for a bit longer! Lol

summary: [y/n] is normally the one taking care of her younger siblings—how are they supposed to care for their big sister while she’s hurting?

a/n: ahh !! thank you for this request. it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while because i was writing other requests , but i’m finally here !! i kind of changed the plot because kiri has a reason for her seizures ( “epilepsy” as norm might say , or as educated people might say , she’s connected to eywa ) so i decided to go with more of a connection to ancestors sort of route so that way they’re still super worried and she’s super in danger , but at least it’s something unique to her character !! hopefully you all enjoy. feedback + reblogs are always appreciated !!

tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @eywas-heir @historygeekqueen @missroro @23victoria

warnings: mentions of immense pain , passing out , almost drowning , death , a very familiar death scene of a beloved na’vi from the first movie

not invincible

it should have been a normal day. it truly should have! but, alas, the sully family would forever keep it from being anywhere near “normal.” especially in their new home.

the group of siblings had been overwhelmed with honor when tsireya offered to show them the metkayina spirit tree settled beneath the waters of the cove of the ancestors.

as soon as [y/n] broke through the surface, immersing herself in a completely different world than she ever grew up around, she could feel the change in atmosphere. there was something different, something deeper that exuded itself through the cove. at the feeling, she could not fight the natural smile. it reminded her of her home, of the omaticaya tree of voices. oh, how she missed it.

the underwater bioluminescence highlighted features upon each of her companions, the beautiful splatter of glowing freckles littering each of their cheeks. [y/n] sent a cheeky grin towards her youngest sister, excitement omitting from every one of her movements.

the further they swam, the more in awe that [y/n] seemed to be. it was absolutely gorgeous. the scenery was jaw-dropping,

“come,” tsireya signaled, gently grabbing her own queue as they neared the tree. the four sully siblings that joined her on the journey to the spirit tree, neteyam, kiri, tuk, and [y/n], all followed suit.

the closer [y/n] swam to the tree, the louder her heartbeat got. she couldn’t help but stare in complete awe, the purple light omitting onto her face. she smiled, grabbing her hair, and she connected it to the underwater tree.

immediately, warmth flooded through her body. her smile broadened, and her fingertips tingled. at the comforting sensation, she felt herself slip from reality, allowing her eyes to close as she shifted into another world.

when she opened her eyes again, [y/n] was met with a familiar sight of home. she let out a laugh of joy, spin around as she took in the sight. she’d missed the forest, but as the eldest child, as the role model, she felt as if that longing feeling of being homesick had been pushed down. it was a common role that [y/n] had to take as the eldest. push down her feelings and prioritize that of her baby siblings.

[y/n] took a step forward, feet sinking into the wet mud. she paused, wiggling her toes, a moment of nostalgia playing back. once she looked back up, she felt smaller as she was met with the comforting eyes of her father.

he looked younger, much less stressed than how he did now. he looked happy.

“daddy!” she cried, stubby arms reaching out to him.

jake laughed, immediately swooping down to grab his daughter. “i’m gonna get you!” he taunted, voice teasing and soft.

[y/n]’s small voice shrieked with joy, turning and attempting to run. unfortunately, her father was far too quick, his large hands grabbing her by the waist.

she cried out, laughter flooding her voice as he lifted her into the sky. [y/n]’s eyes squeezed shut as he soared her through the air. and then, everything changed.

the wind picked up, and she felt lighter. the air was thin from where she flew. at the change in her senses, she instantly opened her eyes wide, her stomach crawling into her throat as she took in the sight.

she flew through the skies atop an unfamiliar ikran. the ground was very far beneath her, it was merely just her and the atmosphere.

the one thing that did accompany her, however, was the sight of sky-people technology, specifically that of the rda. it was large and dangerous. ammo was stacked within the ship that flew in front of her. she ship that she was flying towards.

[y/n] screamed at the creature to stop, but it was as if she couldn’t open her mouth. she had no free will, in fact. no, she was merely watching the scene unfold from eyes that weren’t her own.

she gasped as she jumped forward and off of the ikran, bow pointed at a soldier standing aboard the ship. a fierce battle cry left her throat raw, tears pricking her eyes from the wind that pierced them.

her feet thudded against the metal ground, grabbing men and throwing them one by one. she was actually doing quite well!

she smacked a few with her bow, multiple ending up thrown overboard. but, just when she was getting to the last of them, one of the humans released a round of bullets. each one embedded themselves into her chest.

[y/n] screamed at the feeling, warm pain spreading from her chest outwards. she could feel it in each of her limbs, a feeling of a throbbing numbness.

before she knew it, she was free falling, the wind roaring in her ears. and then, it all flashed to complete black.

[y/n] awoke from the spirit tree, and she couldn’t breath. her chest hurt, it was so tight. she could not feel her arms and legs, they were numb.

immediately, she detached her queue, stumbling backwards as best as she could underwater. cries left her throat, but all that came out was bubbles upon bubbles.

every second that went by, her vision began to darken. she could not see, could not hear, could not think. everything hurt. so bad.

neteyam was the first to notice. it was almost as if, through his urge to protect, he instantly felt that something was off in the universe, and as a result, he left the spirit tree earlier than anyone else.

at the sight of his big sister floating helplessly, screaming as loud as she possibly could, his heart burst. what happened? he was quick to act, bringing everybody else back to reality as he swam over to [y/n].

when the eldest sully felt her brother’s hands grab her’s, she felt a little bit more at peace, although not by much. all of her senses were out of whack, simply put, and she was in so much pain.

she barely even noticed as neteyam swam her upwards to the surface, and, thanks to her lack of oxygen from screaming, she kept fading in and out of consciousness.

once they broke the surface, the first thing to leave her throat was a scream. “it hurts so bad!” a sob took over her voice, each word shakier than the one before.

“sh,” neteyam attempted to calm her down as he brought her over to his ilu, getting her to lay on top of the creature rather than float in the water.

beside them, tuk bobbed up and down with tsireya, kiri, and rotxo. “[y/n]!” she cried, repeating herself a multitude of times. kiri clasped a gentle hand on her shoulder to quiet her down.

“what happened?” kiri panicked aloud. “what is happening, sister?”

the only answer she got was another choked cry. “it hurts. oh, it hurts so bad.”

“go!” tsireya called their attention. “you must get her back to the village.” neteyam nodded, boarding the ilu as he wrapped his arms safely around his sister.

“let’s go.”

neteyam and his ilu shot into the distance, kiri, tuk, rotxo, and tsireya not far behind. kiri held the youngest sully between her arms, attempting to comfort her, but it was extremely difficult considering kiri herself was worried.

the only reason neteyam was composed was because he had to assume authority, as weird as it was considering [y/n] was always the one to fill that role. as soon as he swam into the docks screaming for his parents, his heart began to rise to his throat.

when he watched his big sister get carried away in the arms of their father, pain panged deep within his chest, worry overtaking all of his emotions.

not one of the sully siblings sleep all night, especially lo’ak upon returning and learning that he was not there to help.

upon waking up a few days later, after a multitude of different attempts from norm and maxwell to ronal and eywa, she is immediately attacked by love and care from every member of her family.

when [y/n] first wakes up, she cannot help but cry. although she is no longer in pain, she can’t get the image out of her head. the way that na’vi died, no matter who he was. it was sad, it was gruesome, it was unfair.

the one thing to bring [y/n] back to reality was the small body of tuk who laid herself on top of her, the youngest sully’s arms wrapping themselves around her big sister.

“[y/n]!’ she cried, her small hands laying against [y/n]’s. “i am so glad you’re okay.”

once tuk noticed her new sense of consciousness, it did not take long for the rest of the family to pay their honorary visits, each of them having their own sense of emotion to them.

neteyam’s was more relieved than [y/n] could have imagined. he was so worried, so concerned for his big sister. he told her about his prayer to eywa, he told her about how scared she’d made him. she couldn’t help but smile, another round of tears pricking her eyes ( this time more bittersweet than sad ).

kiri was quite teasing the way that she threatened, “if you ever do that again, i’m going to kill you!” she told her of the way they’d all been so worried for [y/n], the way they’d all forgotten that their oldest sister actually had feelings and could get hurt. “we’ve just been so used to you taking care of us!”

lo’ak told jokes. he updated her on the ways of life in the past few days, told her of the reef. a part of lo’ak wanted to avoid speaking of her event because of how difficult it was to visit what could’ve happened, so he avoided it with his humor. as he always seemed to do.

tuk didn’t leave her side once. she made bracelets for her healing sister, she ranted about the reef, she made dinner with her. there was so much to do, so much to talk about! after a few days of [y/n] being asleep and healing, tuk had a lot of quality time to catch up on.

neytiri and jake, of course, were just so happy she was okay. it took a while for them to get rid of her siblings, wanting them to get their own time together before they had to remind her of whatever’d happened. but, they needed to understand.

once neytiri asked her, tears immediately pricked her eyes. as [y/n] retold the events, she had to pause multiplied times to keep herself from choking on her tears.

by the end of it, jake and neytiri exchanged glances. the story was far too familiar. but, they also decided that was a problem for another time. they just had to thank eywa for keeping her alive.

overall, the sully family learned a valuable lesson. just because [y/n] seems invincible does not mean that she actually is.

[wreckingtickles]

Izuku Midoriya (mha) Headcanons

Izuku starts laughing as soon as you touch him, and has a very squeaky laugh. He is a squirmer, definitely. Got tickled by Bakugo a lot growing up, though he also got to pay him back on a few occasions. As a result, all his hero notes contain a section written in English (because, even then, he was sort of embarrassed about it) about possible ticklish spots and approaches to exploiting them.

At UA, he became one of the class's go-to lees, and a far less willing one than Kiri, but in reality he came to enjoy it nearly as much when he realized that when Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Kirishima, and eventually pretty much everyone else in the class tickle him, it's not to humiliate him.

He DEFINITELY has notes on where his classmates are ticklish and what works best. This of course means that he has been the instigator of tickle fights multiple times, especially when he wanted to test out a theory. Other people, and especially Uraraka, Kirishima, Todoroki and Iida, don’t need particular reasons to tickle him. It may be when he’s stressed, spacing out, or when they are stressed and need a happiness boost. Mirio and eventually even Bakugo would also become semi-regular lers for him.

As an aside, when I write Izuku, I mostly see as straight, but pretty heteroflexible, especially as a sub. Now, as for his stats...

Izuku is just ticklish all over, even on spots that are barely ticklish on most people. Wherever you poke, you're bound to get at least a squeak. And his laughter being so adorable is what keeps landing him in ticklish predicaments, together with the fact he looks both happy and tortured.

Oh, and if it wasn't enough, Izuku also has the misfortune of being feather ticklish. He's so sensitive he can feel the individual plumes of a feather, and light tickling makes him all hiccupy and even cuter, but on his most ticklish spots it can feel even more torturous because it's as if laughing didn't help to lessen the sensation at all. Electric toothbrushes absolutely destroy him on certain spots, and claws are just murderous on many spots.

Smiling (4.5-5.5): Izuku's ears, neck, shoulders, collarbone, every part of him that's not higher on the list falls into this category. His no-nos are also a little ticklish, though fortunately for him it's not usually a problem until after he cums. However, he can't stand vibrating tools in the bedroom because they tickle him, and if you were feeling especially evil, you could absolutely edge him and slowly and torturously build to an orgasm with only a feather or a make-up brush. By the time you're done, he'd be a quivering, drooling mess with a dopey smile frozen on his face despite him being utterly exhausted.

Giggling (6-7): Izuku's chest and butt are ticklish, and also erogenous. A feather there will get him hard pretty quickly, while claws on those same spots will take a lot longer to achieve that same result because they tickle too much. Electric toothbrushes strike a good balance because they're unberable for him but also "light" enough to feel sensuous.

Laughing (7.5-8.5): Izuku's ribs, sides, and thighs are "laugh out loud" ticklish, and his tummy even more so, but only after he started working out. He'll instantly start laughing his head off whether you're using light or hard tickles. Prolonged tickling with feathers, paintbrushes, or toothbrushes on his lower belly or thighs can turn him on due to... proximity.

Howling (9-10): If you want him to shriek, go after his pits or feet, and his hips and V-line are even more sensitive, like "dear god my world is ending" ticklish. His hips are a death spot and unfortunately for him, Bakugo is the best at wrecking it (the secret is massaging instead of just squeezing), so it's his go-to spot as of their second year. Izuku's feet also see the most tickles of anyone else in his class because his sneakers call a lot of attention to them. You can use absolutely any method on those spots, especially on his feet and pits, and it will work, with light tickles potentially feeling even more torturous - the ease with which you can break him with an electric toothbrush on those spots is a thing of beauty.

[canonsinthehead]

Naruto Modern AU/Hollywood pt.2 - Kiri & The All-Star Team

There is a silent hierarchy among all countries and the terrible assumption that bigger countries are better than smaller ones. The large presence and funds of various territories, like the country of fire, wind, earth, and lightning, overwhelms and overshadows small nations, especially in sports where each country dominates certain disciplines.

The land of fire (Konoha): badminton, soccer, gymnastics, and martial arts

The land of lightning (Kumo): Tennis, basketball, and athleticism

The land of earth (Iwa): cross country, marathon, weightlifting, and cycling

But in the last decade, the land of water emerged in the sports scene. It was coming out of years of political conflict that left the country in shambles with record levels of poverty, putting them at the bottom of the economic ladder. Not only was it a smaller nation, but a lot of its endeavors and way of life were unknown to the rest of the world because of the long-lasting reign of violence that controlled the country for decades.

Well, Kiri has been perceived as "these islands far away" with the highest crime rate in the world for the longest but Its newly found peace brought interesting things; industrialization,  a new economy open to the world, the exportation of its products, but specifically the creation of various social classes. This was not the case before, since it was, the government/military vs the rest of the population in poverty.

This modernized economy brought the country a new middle class and other social statuses. It recently started experiencing the concept of celebrities like the rest of the world and most are athletes.

Being surrounded by large bodies of water, any form of water activity has always been intuitive to them. To the point where many accuse them of having a "genetic advantage". Athletes from Kiri/Country of Water can now join world competitions and are killing the game in the water department and making a serious name for their country. They are undefeatable in all forms of swimming kayaking, boat racing, surfing, diving, synchronized/artistic swimming, water polo, etc. Now most of the competitions for these sports are held there.

Kiri is getting recognized overseas for many things, but recently certain people have attained celebrity status for unconventional reasons building a solid international fan base

Mei Terumi, the female president, for her breathtaking beauty

Haku is the new sensation in figure skating. A discipline Kiri started to dominate recently but the young man’s high level of skills made him reach first place in all competitions. His likeability, pure heart, and pretty looks opened many doors for him, he often features in variety shows and commercials. He is also a good friend of the #1 YouTuber/streamer and boxer Naruto Uzumaki and often appears on his channel

Ever since basketball was invented, Kumogakure dominated the sport, but in the past year, the mysterious national basketball team of Kiri has made a name for themselves.

Overnight, a team of 195 cm tall men came out of nowhere and climbed up the world ranking to second place. The team’s name is the Swordsman of the Mist and the current coach is Gengetsu Hozuki It may not seem like it, but many of the members have interesting inheritances and backgrounds.

Kisame Hoshigaki: leader and tallest. Surprisingly decent from a prestigious clan from Kiri. Kisame is an academic genius, who has a diploma in biology from the most prestigious universities in the country of Water but decided to use the basketball scholarship he received instead.

His son Shizuma Hoshigaki is a part-time social media influencer. He is problematic in his own way, but not enough to be canceled yet. Shizuma is not worried because he is a trust fund kid but wishes to outshine his father as a professional swimmer. The jokes write themselves since he barely practices the sport but is among the greatest and fastest the world has to offer (his shark DNA, I guess). He is dating Raiga’s daughter Buntan, and her father is really salty about it

Zabuza Momochi: nobody knows about his background. He is the most muscular. Him and Kisame get the most brand deals and promotions. Zabuza is also one of Haku’s coaches. He took him under his wing under unknown circumstances. He is the first to recognize the boy’s unique talent and aiding him in his journey as an athlete regardless of their differences. Zabuza always had a sweet spot for Haku and considered him like a son. So, he is often absent to prioritize the figure skater’s training.

Kisame knows Zabuza well, they are lifelong friends. The leader lets him get away with missing practices (even if it drives their coach insane). His best friend is a man of a few words, and above all works extremely hard and exercises double their training schedule in his own free time.

Juuzo Biwa: He is the third star player along with Kisame and Zabuza (The Killer Trio). He has no sense of personal space. Ironically, he is the wealthiest because he owns a successful brand of luxury cars coveted by the new high class. He is genuinely funny, and the variety show's favorite.

Raiga: Loudest laugh. Lost a lot of money due to his jewelry addiction. He smokes a pack with the blood of his enemies. The mother of his child is still getting child support payments, and he is bitter, even if they’re legally separated.

Because of His herratic behaviour and anger issues, he is kinda of a self-made outcast. The other members can cooporate as co-workers and teamates but nothing beyond that (Raiga has is own circle of friends). Since Raiga is so unhinged, no matter their coach's efforts, him and Zabuza do not get along.

Hassaku Onomichi: professional dunker. He befriended a lot of Kumo basketball players. He often gets caught up in beefs with anyone.

The popularity of the basketball team has offered them fans all across the world for their incredible talent, pleasant chemistry, unique sense of humor, and good looks to the point where tabloids from Konoha have launched a misinformation campaign to stain their image and effort to defend their basketball teams after getting constantly crushed by those "foreigners".

The last match of the International Basketball League’s series opposing The Swordmen of the Mist from Kiri against The Lightnings from Kumo was the most anticipated and heated match ever organized. Taking place in Konoha, it made record engagement and attendance. For the first time in history, Kumo lost the finale to first timers. The news traveled all across the world and, certified Kiri’s team's celebrity status since they won.

With their success, many shady investors like Gato started to take interest in basketball as a means of proposing Kiri overseas and for other shady dealings. The weight of all those rumors pushed many fans who knew Gato’s involvement in Haku’s career to beg him to change his manager/owner ASAP.

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[scarlettriot]

♡ COPPER KISS ♡

✦ Kiri X f!Reader

✦ Warnings: Smut • Minors & Blank Blogs DNI, Biting, Blood, Drinking, Public Sex, Cum Eating (I guess). Nicknames Used: Baby, Sweets, Red (for Kiri).

✦ This wasn’t the ficlet I intended on writing but horny brain took over and this is what came out… my bad. It’s super short but my kinks decided they needed to be written tonight. I also didn’t proof this one bit ♡ enjoy!

Kirishima who’s always been careful about his teeth. He knows how sharp they are, often cutting the insides of his cheeks or nicking his lip.

But he’s never once let them hurt you, not in all the years you’ve been together. No, just the thought has him slowing down your heated make out sessions, and you can always tell when he gets in his head about it. The way he tenses under your touch and becomes more timid with his movements.

He’s brought his quirk out on occasion, after you asked many a time. He’d rip through your pretty clothes any time you asked. But, even then, he was careful never to graze your skin.

So, when the night came that he had your back pinned against the cool bricks of the bar you’d been celebrating a friends birthday at, a knee pressed right up to your core, you felt hot kisses trail down your neck and then he stopped under the pale moon glow. Those garnet eyes fixated on where his jacket slide off your shoulder and his tongue wet his lower lip without him realizing it, heat rising in his cheeks, gods, what would it be like?

It wasn’t the first time he caught himself wondering. Imagining each sharp point puncturing your delicate skin.

“Eiji,” Your voice called him back, “go ahead.” His brows furrowed, silently asking you to explain. Your fingers held the back of his head and guided him right to the spot he’d been transfixed on. “I wanna know what it’s like too. Please?”

His heart hammered away. “You’re sure?” You nodded and rolled your hips again over his thigh. Making your head tip to the side and expose more for him.

He cradled your cheek in his hand, “hold still f’me, sweets. I mean it.” And you felt his thumb slide under your jaw to make sure you stayed in place. His breath fanned out across your skin, tongue darting out and honing in on the thick vein that he needed to avoid. His jaw opened and he set the points carefully in place, waiting for you to change your mind.

You didn’t though. You whined instead, a pitiful little sound, desperate for it. And he delivered.

Ticking his jaw closed little by little, testing limits and not yet breaking skin. He listened as your whines turned to moans, “more, Red, need more—!”

He couldn’t hold back then. Your skin effortless gave in to him. You couldn’t see how blown his pupils became. Pushing his teeth down until little beads of blood started collecting on his tongue. He couldn’t keep the muscle from seeking out more. Already addicted to the taste.

“More. ‘S okay, baby, I can take it.”

That was the best thing he heard all night because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop now. Rutting his hips against yours as crimson slipped from the corners of his mouth. Trickling down your skin while you worked his belt free.

He had you up in his arms before you knew it. Panties barely hanging around your ankle, his cock stuffed so deep in you, as he made a brand new mark to match the first on the opposite side of your neck.

Your cries echoed off the alley walls. People probably heard but neither of you cared. Too lost in each other to consider anything else.

Neither of you last too long. New sensations pushing you both into ecstasy quicker than you ever expected.

He pulled both his teeth and cock out of you at the same moment along with a pretty little whimper from your lips that he silenced with a copper laced kiss.

Of course, he helped you step back into your panties, admiring the way his cum was dripping down your thighs and your blood down your chest. “Gorgeous…” he murmured and used his tongue to clean both messes with the sweetest smile on his stained lips. “Let’s get you home. Gotta take care of you properly.”

[crushmeeren]

hi crush!

currently writing part 3 of touya x reader x hawks fic, but im in a slump :( how do you write love triangles like this without making [y/n] seem or feel like an object? i know its all fictional and its not all serious, but i don’t want to send the wrong impressions. no one is an object and we all have autonomy 🫧🫧 turning to you for advice cause you’re one of my favourite writers

- mady 🫧🐚🎧🪐🤍

Hi mady!!!! I’m super excited to see how it ends! Also your compliments have me kicking my feet and blushing, I appreciate them so much!!! 💌 I love your work and I’m quite flattered you would come to me for advice!!

I totally get being in a slump, that’s how I’ve been feeling recently as well. I hate that for you, it’s awful when it feels like your brain just won’t cooperate. (՞߹ - ߹՞)

In reference to reader not becoming an object, I do think you’ve done a great job so far! And it’s admirable that you’ve been considering that while writing.

Whenever I write for something like kiri/reader/baku or todo/reader/baku, I tend to try and push for reader’s feelings and thoughts to come through first and foremost. What’s going on in their mind, describing the physical sensations of something and how it provokes an emotional response, etc. Sometimes if I think it’s needed I’ll add in some prospective from one or both of the other characters to show how they’re thinking and feeling.

I also like to have the other two characters interact as well, whether it’s physical or emotional, to show that it’s not just reader that connects them all. That they each have an intricate relationship with one another yet it all blends together, if that makes sense. I know this may be different with a love triangle if they don’t all share romantic interest, but it’s a way to build to that if that’s where you’re heading with it.

Anywho, I’m rambling, sorry for that lmao. I hope this helps at least a little, and if you have anything else you want to ask, my inbox/messages are always open. (✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡

[eyrina-avatar]

a little section where I keep track and share my shifting progress after I've made this blog. after my first two links, I will be writing the progress/attempts/success here in detailed (if I don't forget and make a separate post).

FAQ:

Do you listen to anything while shifting. Short answer no, longer answer: this post

How to shift? This post here and this post here (also has info on lucid dreaming methods in order to shift)

🐟shifting progress:

one. link (this one is mixed in with a detailed how to shifting post so it's a long post)

two. link (also similar to the first link but is not the same attempt)

three. Thursday, May 4th (night time)

I laid down in bed getting ready for sleep and I just decided to think about Pandora (like I always do). And so I decided to just calm down and relax my mind for shifting. I then started thinking about Tuktirey and my dream hunt. At the time I shift, Mo'at has just woken me up since I passed out during my dream hunt and so I thought about Tuk's voice telling me "[name] you're awake!" like how she told Kiri🤧💙. I thought about that a few times and imagined her in front of me being happy to see me and this worked so well that I started to feel my surroundings change, my mind started spinning and I felt like I was floating. I started affirming "I'm in my desired reality" over and over again and then my feet started to get SUPER hot. I think my feet were a little too close to the Omaticaya's fire pit but I kept on affirming and the shifitng sensations got stronger until I heard some super loud noise from one of my family members bumping something into the wall😐. Anyways, at least the experience was super motivating for me hehe.

four. Tuesday June 5th (latest attempt-updated on June 13th as I forgot about it)

I laid down in my bed, closed my eyes relaxed for a bit and then just started imagining mo'at waving her hands over me (like when she does the prayers and healings in avatar2009). and she was waving some peppermint over me and I tried visualizing how the inside of home tree and the canopies of leaves looked like while hearing kiri's voice asking "(my name) are you alright)." All of a sudden I felt my body vibrating, my eyelids shaking, a light flashing in front of me and I heard chattering in the background like the omaticaya were all speaking and I felt the warmth again from a nearby fire pit(but not too hot this time) and I felt the ground underneath me start to change and the bed got harder as if I was laying on a rock. Unfortunately I lost focus and welp, that was that shifting attempting.

five. Tuesday, July 4th (late update)

I simply relaxed, did the hypnosis method I mentioned in one of my links and on the final step, I started hearing bird sounds, forest sounds and felt my mind spinning around me. Also, all of the noise from my old reality got drowned out and I heard chattering from what I assumed was the omaticaya clan. I could feel that it was day time as it just felt like it. Unfortunately I got distracted with the pillow under my head as it got uncomfortable to lay on and it interrupted my shifting. I was really close though. Next time I'll completely make it🤞

🐟

as always, do not steal my writing and please don't post it on ao3 or wattpad

© eyrina-avatar

[theunfortunateplace]

Say you love me (Neteyam X OC!Na’vi) Chapter 14

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Pairing (Neteyam X Original Metkayina Female Character)

Synopsis: follow Luaewe as her world literally gets turned upside down with new na’vi joining her village. Never having to face many obstacles besides finding her way back home. How will she be able to handle the constant jealousy she's faced with and an unwanted love triangle. Disclaimer: All characters in this fic have been aged up for the convenience of storytelling and to match the aging system up with both Pandora and Earth

AGES

OC Luaewe-22 Neteyam-23 Kiri-23 Lo'ak-21 Ao'nung-23 Tsireya-21

Warnings- angst, brief talk of abortion, cursing, fluff

(totally didn't tear up while writing the scene where Luaewe's mom finds out her daughter is finally mated)

My eyes fluttered open to the feeling of tiny kisses being placed on the back of my neck. “good morning muntxa.” Neteyam said as he continued his kisses. I smiled at the sudden warm sensation flowing through my kuru. We were still attached. “good morning ma ‘teyam.” I turned around and embraced him. He chuckled against my lips and pulled me closer. I didn’t think I would ever get to experience this. 

“You know, if I were thinking, I would have had Kiri or Reya bring us food or something.” He hummed and pulled me in for another kiss. 

“Why I can just get us food…” I frowned. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay beside me all day. “I don’t need to go far there’s fruit trees right outside.” I bit my lip and hesitantly nodded my head. We didn’t have our own mauri yet. How would this work? Would we interchangeably spend time in both homes? “I’m gonna unlink us, ok?” I let out a whine and he kissed my forehead. It won’t be for long. I promise soon as I’m done, we make the bond again.” He said while looking at me sincerely. 

I squeezed my eyes shut as he gently pulled out kuru’s apart…. This was going to be a tough couple of hours. The need to constantly make tsaheylu was all I wanted 

But as he stated, he was back within a couple of minutes with a crap ton of fruit and eagerly made Tsaheylu once he sat down. I grabbed the melon from the blanket only for him to grab it from me and start peeling it. I chuckled and watched as he proudly peeled the skin off for me. He cut it in half and passed it back to me. 

“We are gonna have to tell Tsahìk once we get back.” He said while picking up the yovo. I hummed and nodded my head. “Yeah, it also might take time to get our own mauri…I don’t think I can sleep apart from you now.” I said while starting on the other half of the melon.

“Me neither…. You think sa’nok will mind.” I chuckled. “No, I don’t think she will. In fact, she might try to have you move in.” He smiled while eating the fruit. I looked around us at the mess we made last night. Gosh this is gonna be a lot to clean up…

I finished the melon only to be pulled into his lap abruptly. I chuckled and nuzzled my face into his neck as I swallowed. I felt his hand rub my back and I couldn’t help but close my eyes. 

“Can we just stay like this forever?” I said in a muffled tone, inhaling his scent... I was able to smell him before, but his scent was much clearer now. “I have no rejections to that…but our families will look for us if they aren’t already.” He chuckled and placed a kiss on my forehead. 

I kissed his neck, letting my teeth scrape his flesh.“When was your rut again?” I asked while interchangeably sucking on him, trying to leave my mark. 

He chuckled and groped my ass, making me let out a breathy gasp. “Why are you trying to push me into an early rut?” I readjusted my body, making him let out a grunt. “No, I simply what to know, so I’m prepared. There are things we will need and stuff I have to ask  and preparations need to be set into place ahead of time.” He tilted his head to the side, causing me to pull back and look up at him. 

“What things do you need to ask?” 

“Well, there’s a lot I don’t know about when you guys going into rut….” He smirked, “ask away. After all, I am a guy.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “Well is knotting common…like is that going to be something that will happen?” 

He hummed and nodded his head. “Yeah it is…I’ve only spent mine alone, but even with the ‘things’ they give you, they always have to be replaced because I would end up knotting them and it would break.”  

I nod my head slowly and hum” So what you are saying is you’ll break me during your rut?” He chuckled but progressively bit his lip, moving his eyes from my gaze making me gasp. “well shit….” 

“I can try my best not to hurt you, but I’m not myself when my rut comes. It’s the same how you are with your heat, but everything goes out the window and I get hit with the need to knot someone.” I place my head back into the crevice of his neck as he goes back to eating. How am I going to deal with this….maybe Tsahìk might know? I mean, I could ask my mom. “maybe it's best we spend it-” he started saying but I let out a loud moving from his neck

“If you are afraid of hurting me I know you won't, so spending your rut alone is not an option…. I” I huffed out making him look at me with a puzzled face before abruptly wrapping his arms around me and flipping us onto the ground. I let out a loud squeal as he peppered my face with kisses. “Neteyam!” 

“Oh Eywa, thank you for blessing me with a wonderful mate!” he shouted out. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a deep kiss.

-

After eating, we packed everything up and headed back to the village. The sound of the thunder roaring in the sky caused me to flinch and look up. The rainy season was fast approaching. his worried eye met mine, but he quickly pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around me as we walked. Despite us wanting to stay alone together longer, it was best that we head back since it was early in the morning and the clan would be up soon starting their daily duties. “you’ve got to be kidding me!” I hear Neteyam say, pulling me out of my thoughts. 

I follow his eyes to find Lo’ak sucking faces with another clan member! I was ready to march towards him and curse him out, but Reya got to him first. Where the heck did she come from? what the hell is happening?

“Are you serious, Lo’ak! You say you’re not ready for a relationship, but do this! Out in the open as if I don’t exist? While I've been looking for you for DAYS! ” Reya said as she angrily marched towards them. 

“ what’s it to you? We aren’t together! I’m not with you. We are nothing! So what we had sex a couple of times and now you expect a relationship out of me? I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING MATE GO BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE!” he growled at her, getting up with his jaw clenched. I watched as Reya’s eyes filled with sadness quickly overflowing with tears. 

“I’m gonna kick your brothers' ass!” I said to Neteyam I quickly placed the stuff down and ran to Reya to comfort her, only to be stopped by her turning around and bending down quickly. It wasn’t until I heard the retching that I ran after her. 

I quickly pulled her hair up and rubbed her back. “I don’t know why this is happening to me.” She whined in between coughs. I looked back, shooting glares at him. I turn my attention back to Reya when I’m hit with another one of those overwhelming feelings. It was as if something were moving underneath my palm….it was then that I knew why she reacted in such a way. 

“ You’re pregnant?” I whispered. She looked up with an exhausted face of shock. But not the shock, as if she hadn’t known the shock that I knew without her telling me. She looked down, embarrassed. I pat her back and stood up, turning to Lo’ak rolling his eyes at his brother lecturing him. 

I pointed my finger and bared my teeth marching to him. I pushed him back, ignoring his questions. “Listen here, you idiot, and listen closely because I won’t repeat it.” He looked away as if he were annoyed. I hissed and swept my foot under his, making him fall on his ass. He looked up with a shocked face at my unexpected move.

“Bro, you gonna let her talk to me like this?” He asked in an offended tone. “ head my warning! I do not care that we are now a joined family…get this through your thick-ass skull! That fear you have of mating with someone needs to leave now!” I moved closer to his ear. “Because right now you’re acting like a fucking bitch. Sucking faces with random na’vi while your child grows within someone that fell head over heels for you, the real you.” all of this was an act if I knew one. All of the things Reya told me in private about the conversations they would have I knew from the start when Neteyam told me he had this ‘fear’ was a lie.

Even if a girl from back in his original clan had hurt him, that does not excuse this behavior! And I know, especially with everything that happened to me, I might have been hesitant with Neteyam, but never did I go find another man or purposefully make him jealous while playing with him!

His body tensed up while his head snapped to me as I backed away. At first, I thought he was just fooling around with girls just because and I didn’t care about that but knowing he was doing it while occasionally sleeping with Reya and she’s now pregnant! He's lucky I’m only talking to him. Because I really wanted to drag him across the beach.  

“ stop acting like a teenager. You are a grown-ass man! So start acting like it before I take matters into my own hand. Do I make myself clear?” He sat there looking up at me with the most shocked, confused face “Y-yes ma’am.” I cringed at the name but shoed him away, he got up from the sand and looked at the girl who was watching everything shocked he scratched the back of his neck and gestured for her to leave I hissed and slapped the back of his head. “ do it correctly you asshole!” he winced but quickly straitened up. 

“We should end things here,  and you should head back home.” she bit her lip and nodded her head, walking away. Thankfully, I didn't have to tell him to go talk with Reya. He did that on his own. I shook my head and walked back over to the things I placed in the sand and joined Neteyam as he watched over the pair, making sure nothing went wrong.

“I really can't believe him.” he said and shook his head and disbelief. “he's not going to hear the end of it from our parents.” he wrapped his arm around my waist. Reya looked back at us, making my body jerk forward, but she gestured it was ok for us to go. I tilted my head to see if she was sure, and she nodded. 

“Come she said she's alright now,” I said calmly to Neteyam. He looked down at, me confused and I let out a small chuckle while tugging him along

-

The sound of various cookware clanging inside my mauri let me know my mother was up Neteyam and I dropped by his mauri quickly, so we didn’t have to carry a whole bunch of stuff with us. I pulled back the curtain, and we entered with our hands entwined. 

My mom looked up, wondering who was entering unannounced. As she analyzed the situation, her face instantly lit up. She didn’t waste a second and pulled us in for a hug. “ Welcome to the family Neteyam.” she said warmly while patting his back. 

“ Thank you, sa’nok.” She pulled back and gave him the pouting face you see all the mothers give when their child says something heartwarming. She looked at me and pulled me into a deep hug. “My little girl is all grown up…” I felt my neck start getting wet, letting me know she was crying. “ I am still you’re little girl sa’nu.” I wiped the tears that were now falling down my face and she let out a breathy laugh, pulling away. But I could tell she was holding back from bursting into tears. 

“ Gosh, it’s too early to early to be crying like this!” She chuckled and wiped off my shoulder and her face.  She moved to her seat around the table and sat down. 

“ come sit sit! Something told me to wake up early, so I did and made some porridge!” I smiled and sat down at the table as she fished out each serving.

“ Neteyam, do your parents know yet?” She asked while handing him his bowl. “no not yet. I’m going to tell them at dinner….buuuut I suspect my mother already knows.” He chuckled and picked up his bowl to begin drinking. My mom finally hands me mine and, of course, it’s a big bowl.

I normally would go on about how it’s too much, but I smile while looking at it and began to drink. Eventually, I won’t be treated to her big servings…or wake up to her rubbing my arm to call me to eat or fall asleep in her lap as she braided my hair….. I looked up at her with teary eyes and before I knew I was crying again. 

Neteyam's gaze shot to me, pulling him away from the conversation they were having. He instantly scooped me up into his lap and I dipped my face into his neck, only making me cry harder. It was then that I felt my mother's hand on my back, trying to soothe me. 

“ what’s going on sweetie? Why are you crying!” She asked. Neteyam rubbed the side of my face while kissing my forehead trying to provide some comfort. 

“ it- I just realized y-you won’t be t-there anymore…. I d-didn’t even ask how you would feel about this…. Dad is not here. Fualoua is not here. It’s just me and you…. I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE ALONE.” I didn’t intend for the last part to come out that loud, especially considering how early it was. 

She shushed me like one does when a baby is upset. “ Oh my sweet girl.” He smooths my hair and rubs my back. “ I won’t be alone and you will still be here. You can still come over for me to do your hair and have dinner plus if you are worried about me being bored I have friends so they keep me company…. I’m not upset that you didn’t ask me to mate.” She chuckled softly as I lifted my head to look at her. 

“ You didn’t need to ask me because I knew you were going to mate with him it was just a matter of time and I’m glad you did…Eywa has blessed me with being able to experience the joy of my child grow up and start their own family I can never be upset at that.” She said, giving my leg a squeeze. 

“ I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me,” I said as I finally calmed down. I wiped my face one last time and turned around, sitting comfortably in his lap. She chuckled and Neteyam handed me my bowl. 

“Don’t apologize, it’s normal. I was the same way when I first mated. Both of our emotions were all over the place! Don’t be shocked when you see Neteyam tearing up.” She said while smiling 

-

It was hard to get anything done today. it probably would have been better if we took time away for our emotions to level out. It didn’t feel right telling Ronal before we told his mom and family. But the time had come finally and nice again I was in his arms. 

I inhaled the fresh scent and resisted the urge to bite his shoulder. He placed a kiss on my lip and linked fingers with me. “ how was your first day with the warriors?” I asked as we walked along the path, passing fellow clan members coming and going to the communal dinner. 

“ Very distracting. Thankfully it was only training today.” He said while running the back of my palm with his thumb. “ And you?” He asked, looking down as he briefly. 

“ I missed several fish and almost dropped a coconut on someone’s head.” He chuckled and shook his head “Looks like we were in the same boat…. Where do you want to sleep tonight?” 

Though my mother said she was fine, I still didn’t feel right leavening her all alone. “ hmm we can do yours tonight, but do you think we could switch every other night till we get our own mauri?” He nodded and leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of my head. 

We both were met by a smirking,crossed-armed Kiri “Looks like Osno owes me big time.” 

“ You bet on us mating?” The crash of multiple items caused us all to turn our heads. Neytiri stood there doe-eyed staring at us both well until Jake came in confused. “ What’s going on? I heard the crash from outside.”  Neytiri covered her mouth and slowly walked towards us while Jake looked more confused than ever. 

“Will somebody say something!” Jake said with a raised voice, but I knew there wasn’t any threat behind it. his parental instinct was just kicking in. 

Neytiri pulled us both in for a hug and turned to Jake, who was standing with his hands out. She giggled. “Ma Jake, our son has mated.” 

His eyes dashed between the both of us before he clapped his hand baring his teeth with the gleeful smile that had appeared. 

“ Good job son.” He said while marching over chest puffed high like any proud father would and have Neteyam a pat on his back. “ welcome to the family, Luaewe.” Neytiri said warmly. I smiled as she rubbed my arm. 

Jake looked at me and crossed his arm and let out a puff of air. I chuckled as I watched him. “now we have to have a little chat, missy.” He said in a fake stern voice. 

I raised an eyebrow and played along. “ this keeping my son out late and bringing him in at these odd hours or making him miss trainings aren’t gonna cut it.” I nodded my head and looked down, but my head quickly shot up hearing Neytiri swat his arm and hiss at him. 

“Ma Jake, stop messing with her!” He pouted and massaged his arm as if he were hurt, but quickly straightened up and gave my arm a pat, just like my dad used to do when he would joke around with me. 

“It’s ok sa’nok sempul was only making me feel at home.” Neytiri covered her mouth again, but this time she looked as if she were going to cry. Jake shook his head and let out a soft chuckle, bringing her into his arms. 

“Dad, why is sa’nu crying?” Jake pulled Tuk to him and pat her head while looking down. “Because you have a new sister.” Her eyes grew wide “WHAT! IM NOT GONNA BE THE YOUNGEST ANYMORE!" She screeched in excitement and started running around the marui. 

“ NO No Tuk, I didn’t mean it that way-“ she practically stopped in her tracks and turned to him. 

“ So you guys aren’t having a baby?” She asked in a disappointed tone. Jake shook his head “No as much as I love you kids y’all are a handful.” he scratched the back of his head and le tout a chuckle 

“Ma Jake, just say it,” Neytiri said through sniffles as she whipped her eyes. 

“ Your brother and Luaewe are mates now.” She turned to us and raised a brow. 

“ huh? I thought you guys were already-“Neteyam unhooked his arm from my back and reached down and yanked Tuk up, making her squeal. I laughed as he tickled her. But he eventually stopped and held her on his hip. 

“ no, though it seemed like we were, huh?” He said, making Tuk nod her head. “ I’m glad I have another sister now! Ooooo we are going to have so much fun! Kiri and I have girl's nights sometimes mom joins and dad  liked to sneak in but gets kicked out in the end.” she said while leaning over to look at me 

Jake scoffed. “ if you ask me, it’s unfair.” I chuckled and looked at him pouting 

“It’s not unfair Dad, it’s girl's night. you don’t even let us paint your nails!” Kiri said while setting the table. 

“ You girls had enough of that when you were younger. Why would you need to paint my nails now?” He whined, making Neytiri shake her head.  “ Anyways where’s your brother? He’s late.” 

“Last I saw him, he was with Tsireya.” Kiri said. Jake looked to Neteyam and he held his hands up. He didn’t push further, and we all sat down with my mother joining shortly after. We all joked and talked as if we hadn't seen each other in months. It was nice. It felt like home “ Lo-” Tuk’s voice pulled me away from the conversation, I followed her eyes and raised my brows in shock. ��� Jake Sully we must talk NOW!” Tonowari’s voice boomed through the mauri, almost making me jump. Neteyam warped his arm around my waist protectively. Jake turned around confused but shook his head once he saw Lo’ak standing there with a black eye and scapes on his body. 

“ Oh Eywa, what did you do now boy!” he said in an annoyed voice. he stood up and observed his body Neytiri filled foot and placed her hand on, him examining the damage.” We allow you to seek ututru with our clan and this is how you repay us-” Ronal said with a hiss “sa’nok please I was involved in this as well I-” Ronal hissed at Reya who lowered her head 

“Don't sa’nok me! For all I know, he could have forced himself on you! You-” Neytiri gasped as her eyes darted to Lo’ak “I didn't force myself on her-” Ronal hissed baring her teeth “ YOU DO NOT SPEAK! Your speaking has done enough!” Jake rubbed his temples and looked at Tonowari for answers. It was just back and forth with no progress. Tonowari placed his hand on Ronal signaling for her to calm down. “It would be better if your son says it.” Jake looked at Lo’ak waiting for him to speak but he rubbed his arm trying to avoid the situation. 

Neytiri let out a sigh and squeezed his arm, trying to provide some security. “Lo’ak?” she said softly making him sigh “ I got Tsireya pregnant…” The silence was loud until Jake put his hands on his head and walked in a circle “You WHAT!” he shouted at him. “ No No No I don’t think I heard correctly because to me it sounds like you said you got the chief's daughter pregnant!” 

“ No you heard correctly sir-I’m sorry sir!” Lo’ak said with his head bowed. “ sorry is not gonna cut it GOSH. this is the one thing I asked of you Lo’ak and you fuckin go and do this!”  Oop, well, I understood that word they said that a lot in the movie Neteyam and I watched.  “ I’m gonna take Tuk out” I heard my mother say while standing up, ushering for Tuk to come with her. Of course, she whined but stopped when my mom said she had cool shells back at her mauri and freshly made candy. Neytiri looked over at her and gave her a sad smile, trying to say thank you. 

“ How many times did I tell you to stop messing around or to at least wrap it up?! That’s the LEAST you could have done!” Jake continued scolding him Lo’ak looked up at his mom waiting for her to say something but she didn’t she just watched. Jake let out a frustrated sigh and looked at Tonowari.

“This is all my fault. I should have been more stern on him…he will take full responsibility no if’s and’s or but’s.” 

“ I was already going to do that, especially after I was threatened.” They all looked at him with confusion. “ who threatened you?” Ronal asked surprisingly. 

“ Luaewe. She and Neteyam found us on the beach….she just gave me a talking, that's all…talked some sense into me if you will.” Everyone’s heads turned to us waiting for us to explain. 

“ You two knew about this?” Tonowari asked. 

“ no I’m just finding out with the rest of you guys… but we saw them,” Neteyam said. 

“We were walking back and to cut the story short, I found out she was pregnant. She didn’t tell me…she didn’t have to. Then I told Lo’ak to stop acting like a teenager and act like a man before I take matters into my own hands. I didn’t tell anyone else who was with us because it wasn’t for me to tell.” 

“ wasn’t for you to tell? Luaewae, this is my daughter you are talking about.” Ronal said  I nodded my head. “ yes the very same daughter who hid it from you…. With all due respect, Ronal, I’m sure you wouldn’t have liked it if I told everyone you were pregnant before you got the chance to tell Tonowari on your own.” She looked at me with intense eyes. I could tell she wanted to disagree but couldn’t because she knew I was right. 

And as Tsahìk she knows how important it is for the one who is pregnant to be the first one to tell their mate they are. “ regardless if they are mated or not, it was not for me to tell, so I didn’t.” 

“ she’s right…” Reya said in a somber tone. “ I-I didn’t know what to do I wasn’t on talking terms with Lo’ak. No one knew we even had sex.” I watched as Kiri scrunched up her face I really wanted to burst out laughing at her reaction but nows not the time. “ I even contemplated getting rid of it.” Ronal gasped and Lo’ak’s eyes darted to her. 

“ you were going to get rid of our baby? Without telling me or even asking!”  He said with his voice wavering. “ you were avoiding me and how would it look for tsakarem to be unmated and pregnant!  What else was I supposed to do Lo’ak?” Reya said 

“ I need a damn drink!” Jake said while shaking his head. He turned around to us. “ alright kids, I’m gonna need you guys to step out for a bit. we have some stuff to discuss……I don’t care what you, do just don’t have sex or anything….well mainly you, Kiri. You aren’t mated yet.” 

I nodded and stood up, linking hands with Neteyam as Kiri followed along. 

Ronal's eyes darted to Neteyam and I “You have mated?” She asked. I nodded my head and she gave me a warm smile in this stressed moment. “Come see me tomorrow…the both of you.” We walked out 

“ So is this why you have that black eye?” Jake's voice could be heard in the distance as we walked away.

I looked over to Kiri. “ Hey do you wanna go hang out on the beach with us?” I asked, making her turn around. She smiled and shook her head. “no I’m good I’m going to go find Tuk and your mom. I have a feeling she’s talking her ear off or even talked her into playing dress up.” We both laughed, and I gave her a hug goodbye as Neteyam and I went in the opposite direction.

“ gosh, it was tense in there,” I said, letting a huff of air escape. I leaned back on his chest and he hummed. 

“ What are the odds my little brother is having a baby before me.” I looked up, and he laughed. “I’m surprised my dad didn’t lose it more!” I smirked and looked back at the ocean.

“ he looked like he wanted to rip his hair out!” I chuckled. “Oh gosh, he’s not gonna hear the end of it from Grandmother when we see her.” I felt him shake his head as his hands rubbed my arms. He pulled me onto his lap while turning me around to face him. “ ma oare?” 

“Hm?” He looked down and smiled before placing a kiss on my forehead. “ tsaheylu?” I smiled and gently picked mines up, holding it before us. “ You don’t have to ask ‘teyam I’ll never deny you.” I leaned up and kissed him.

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writer 20 questions!

so aoba tagged panda and yellow (@guesst), who tagged me, but i saw panda's post first for some reason. hi everyone. thanks for remembering i exist, i had to dust off my writer card. i will be responding to everyone's points…

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

36

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

125,372

3. What fandoms d(id) you write for?

mairimashita

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

dying doesn’t suit you either (433), trying not to move (same fic) (360), pandemonium (280), it’s not the end of the world (239), soft cream otoshichatta(191). what, no kidnapping fic on here?  no vampirio? vampirio is still my second most iconic work; people mention it to this day 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i think i do. enough that the number of comments is different from the number of comment threads.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably the one where kiri makes azu kill people and then it ends with him dissociating sitting on the bathroom floor knowing that his life is ruined. what a great fic. does anyone else want to read this fic? the statute of limitations has passed i don’t even mind

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uuuu….. FIGURE IT OUT I DON’T KNOW

8. Do you get hate on fics?

never in my life lol i am a perfect angel

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

surprised to see other people saying they don’t. hey, if you get to write without being a disgusting pervert freak, why not me? if you can be motivated beyond a base impulse. if you can want something closer to pure, just for the satisfaction of pieces clicking into place, words coming easy for once– i want satisfaction in a bad way.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

IN… theory. A. i love crackficcing and B. i feel like it’s hard to find an interesting crossover, which is a challenge, but hm, not really a thing i do. 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no, but someone once used my manga coloring for a fancam. i can’t be mad, i stole that shit in the first place lolol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nooooo (psy is not that famous) (never got a podfic either)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! i have been listed as a co-author for beta-ing and i have also written fics that were completely co-concepted and beta’d by the other person. never written by like, trading off chapters or had both people write extensive passages though. 

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I’M POLYAMAROUS I DON’T HAVE AN OTP 

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

vampirio #2… i drafted it out and everything… from WIP to RIP… 

i don’t need to finish things for them to count towards my artistic development or whatever. you know, perhaps fans of my work would disagree. perhaps such people would prefer that i post things for them to read

16. What are your writing strengths?

this is too embarrassing. words pretty :> flow flow :> 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i can’t structure and follow through on anything longer than 10k. i don’t block out time to write.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

tu quieres escuchar mi espanol terrible? en un fic? por que’ yo quisiera hacer este NFDNs?? escribir fic por the smash hit sensation EL CUARTO MISTERIOSO. yo debo mirar mas shows en espanol…. este keyboard no tene un numpad. fun fact. no alt codes para mi

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uuuuuuuuuu nope that’s LIMITED INFORMATION

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

playing the victim. the aforementioned serial killer fic. 

i am tagging @cometkov and @dragonofthedepths! and everyone. everyone at all. if you see this you have to answer all 20 questions. 500 words each. assignment is due 11/30 11:59. by the way, here is a blank to make it a little easier.

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I don’t even have the words to describe what I felt with this chapter.

Okay, that’s technically not true because you already know I annotated it😭

You were alone in the play area currently. Lo’ak had gone into the shack’s main area to find some space and presumably warm some water for clean-up. You’d always had one of the brothers, usually Neteyam, to burrow against and snuggle up to while the other prepped the necessary things for clean-up and aftercare. The solitude tonight was new and it was unpleasant

Setting down the things he was carrying, Lo’ak stopped you trying to pull your loincloth up your legs, “No, lie back down. We still need to get you cleaned up. I’m not letting you leave like this. Eywa, look at you.”

Okay so like this is super sad and makes me super emotional. But like can we just take a second to give Lo’ak his flowers? Like even after all the confusion and turmoil and drama, he’s still making sure to do his aftercare! A king. An icon. We stan 🙏��

Lo’ak propped his head up on his elbow, responding with a glower of his own, “It matters because the bond that you share is sincere! There’s meaning there. What you and I share? That’s purely physical; just sex and body play. If you kiss me it’s because you enjoy the sensation, but there’s no meaning there.”

Lo’ak being the voice of reason in this fic is so refreshing. I love how you write him.

Bitterly, you moved to sit upright so you could look at Lo’ak square in the eyes. You glared at him, cursing the tears that pooled in your eyes and threatened the spill, “So, what? You want me to tell Neteyam how I feel. Apologise for pushing him away, pour out my soul, and break my heart over a man I can never have?”

GIRL YES 🗣️ because he literally just told you that Neteyam loves you too!

Mo’at’s voice rang out again and she continued, “I hereby declare Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan and Kiri te Suli Kireysi’ite our Omatikaya successors! They will choose their own respective mates, but they will lead this clan in time, brother and sister in partnership!”

I knew it! And even though this makes me happy right now, I know as I continue reading, I’m going to get hurt again😭

The warrior women crowed with laughter at their gossipmongering and your food looked very interesting all of a sudden. You picked at the offerings on your food mat, eating a few mouthfuls and concentrating hard on the burst of savoury flavours on your tongue in a bid to drown out the awful conversation around you. You could feel Tula’s concerned eyes peering at you, but you kept to yourself.

This hit a little too close to home ma’am 😭 I’ve been in a similar situation and the immediate dissociation and attempts to focus on anything else is all too real.

“No, I’ll catch you another time.” It was a clear dismissal.

Ouch 🥲

A harsh scoff left Lo’ak and he was already turning to jog back towards the crowded throng, “Nope, trust me. He doesn’t. Not if I have anything to say about it. Go! And stay there!”

I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR🗣️

“Lo’ak said you were waiting here to talk. He was very persuasive with his fists.” Neteyam replied and his tone was harsh and tight.

Sorry, I know this is a serious moment, but that made me laugh😂 okay, back to the angst

Your annoyance spiked, emboldening you and you hissed, “No, I’m not done. Don’t walk away from me.” Especially not to run back into Silwey’s arms…

Oop 👀 okay miss girl

“It would’ve made all the difference!” You screeched, “And don’t bring Kai into this! I never put any restrictions on you or Lo’ak while our agreement was in place. I never stopped either of you from carrying on with your other play nights with the other women!”

I’m stressed I’m stressed I’m stressed

Neteyam hated the sight of your tears, especially now that he was the cause of them. He sighed wearily. Tenderness swelled in his chest and he cupped one of your cheeks with a gentle hand, smoothing away the rolling bead of moisture with his thumb. His deep voice was soft and gentle when he spoke, a direct contrast to his harsh bellows from before, “Scared of what?”

Finally some tenderness 🥺

Neteyam pulled back from the kiss then and you whimpered in complaint, but he hushed you with a thumb against your lips. He murmured to you, “Shh, I love you here,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Here,” A kiss to each of your eyes, “Here,” A kiss on your nose… And on he continued downward, your shoulders, a suckling kiss to each nipple, over your heart, your navel…

Stopppppp I’m a puddle on the floor

Neteyam whimpered, his lips and tongue ceasing their work momentarily as pleasure shot down his queue and straight to his stiff cock which gave an excited spurt of pre-cum. It was new sensation to him and a thoroughly erotic one. He couldn’t describe it, but as your fingers played with the tendrils, it was almost as if he could feel your fingers touching him at every single erogenous zone simultaneously. He resumed his feasting of your core, tongue lapping at your slick folds that only seemed to moisten further with each lap of his tongue.

Sorry, my brain short circuited after the whimper. I had to reread this paragraph like 3 times because I just ahdvdjdndodmansv 🥴

Getting caught in a compromising position with the olo’eyktan’s son in the olo’eyktan’s home was not a misdemeanour you wanted against your record.

Been there 😬

“Why would I be upset about you squirting on that dildo,” He taunted huskily, “When that dildo was made from a mould of my cock?” His last words were punctuated with a sharp thrust of his hips, his long length penetrating you suddenly and fully to the hilt.

Excuse me while I pull myself OFF THE DAMN FLOOR🥴🥴🥴 I want you to understand that the visceral reaction I had to this was embarrassing 😭

(Also, can I got a copy of that too?👀)

Kiri’s shrewd eyes took in your form, trailing you from head to toe again, but there was a teasing glint in them when she spoke, “That was some apology you had for my brother.”

I love her. That’s it. That’s the comment.

Babe, I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed this series! Your writing and characterization is phenomenal! I’m always impressed and on the edge of my seat! Legitimately one of my faves that I’ve ever read🙏🏾 1000/10

'The Love Shack' Part V - The Fault Is Ours

Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) x Lo'ak(22) Warnings: Adult content 18+ MDNI

Part V Summary: You'd prepared for Neteyam's upset, prepared for his anger, but what you hadn't prepared for or even anticipated was his complete and total disregard for you... Word count: 13.7k

Series content: Mentions of group sex, MMF threesome, smut, sex toy play, squirting, anal sex, kuru play

Read Part I, II, III and IV in my Masterlist HERE

Author's Note: My darling lovelies, I present to you the finale Chapter 5 of this series. 🥰 I never thought I'd write anything else after 'Violet Eyes', but lo and behold, here I am at the end of my fifth series. And it's honestly all thanks to you wonderful folk in this community who have supported me & brought me so much enjoyment. Without further do, enjoy this finale!

***~~~***

 “I could ask you the same thing! What the fuck are you playing at?”

Lo’ak’s words rang in your ears and looped over and over in your stunned mind. Shaken and upset by Neteyam’s abrupt exit, your words had forsaken you and you’d been unable to offer immediate any answer to Lo’ak’s question apart from meekly muttered apologies.

It had very quickly dawned on you that whilst Lo’ak appeared as confused as you were, he and you were not at all confused about the same thing. You were reeling at his brother’s upset, whereas he appeared to be upset with you and confused by your actions.

You were alone in the play area currently. Lo’ak had gone into the shack’s main area to find some space and presumably warm some water for clean-up. You’d always had one of the brothers, usually Neteyam, to burrow against and snuggle up to while the other prepped the necessary things for clean-up and aftercare. The solitude tonight was new and it was unpleasant.

With Neteyam’s heated departure and Lo’ak’s apparent irritation, you felt cold, confused and abandoned.

Fat teardrops squeezed from between your lashes where you sat on folded legs on the bed, hunched over and hugging yourself. Your kept your snuffles as quiet as possible. You always felt vulnerable and frazzled after a session with the brothers. Once the extreme highs of sex and pleasure play had diminished, you were often thrown into a hormonal slump that left you feeling exposed and in need of comfort. There was no comfort today.

Neteyam had stormed off and now Lo’ak was angry with you too… You’d just wanted a parting kiss from each of them…

Your arms were crossed over your front and your fingernails dug into the flesh of your upper arms as you cried. The entire space still smelled of the activities you had engaged in with the brothers, and the scent was suddenly suffocating.

Eywa, tonight’s session had ended in disorientation and disaster… You should’ve listened to your mind’s cautioning earlier… You should’ve just said your piece and left…

Deciding it was probably best for you to leave, you crawled to the edge of the bed and stood on wobbly legs. Finding your chest covering on the floor, you secured it again over your breasts, fingers fumbling clumsily with the ties. Eyes still blurry from your tears, you swiped a hand over your face and continued to look for your loincloth.

Lo’ak re-entered the space with some cloths and a bowl of warm water. He took in your trembling and tearful state as you attempted to dress yourself again, and he sighed, “Hey, where are you going? Stop.”

“I think I should go. “You mumbled. You refused to meet his eyes, keeping your head downturned with your chin tucked against your chest, “I didn’t mean to upset you both.”

Setting down the things he was carrying, Lo’ak stopped you trying to pull your loincloth up your legs, “No, lie back down. We still need to get you cleaned up. I’m not letting you leave like this. Eywa, look at you.”

The sticky mess between your legs was trickling down your thighs. Your skin was damp with sweat and your nose was running from your tears. When you ignored his words and twisted out of his gentle hold, the remainder of Lo’ak’s patience snapped. With a growl, he took hold of you by your waist and hauled you back onto the soft bedding despite your rueful cries to leave you be.

Lo’ak watched as you curled onto your side, sobbing into your hands. He was still annoyed at what you’d done earlier, but he also recognised the emotional mess you were in after their play session. It was also obvious to him that you didn’t understand what had caused Neteyam’s upset. With another bone-weary sigh, he wet several small cloths in the bowl he’d brought in and wrung them dry.

“Shh, sweet thing. Come on, let me clean you up.” Lo’ak coaxed, gentling his voice.

He crawled onto the bedding next to you and tenderly parted your knees to sweep the cloth up your thighs and between them. Taking the other warm cloth, he folded it and placed it over your core, knowing the warmth of it would soothe the temporary swelling from their session. He wiped you down with a third cloth, the moist warmth of it smoothing over your belly, back and upper arms. He gently pried your hands from your face and he cleaned them too before dabbing at your face last.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was an unhappy squeak.

Putting the cleaning cloths aside, Lo’ak tucked himself behind your curled form, spooning you. He tucked an arm around your waist and pulled you to him, “Do you even know what you’re apologising for?”

“For upsetting you both.”

“Do you know why Neteyam took off and why I’m upset too?”

You considered his question. Great Mother, Neteyam had been furious… Things were strained enough already between the two of you and now it felt like things had broken down even further. And you’d simply kissed Lo’ak… You didn’t understand his recoil either…

You shook your head, fighting back another swelling bout of emotion, “No.”

Lo’ak cursed softly. He kept his arm around you though, wanting to soothe you still despite his frustration with you, with his brother, with the whole situation. He began measuredly, “I’m going to say my piece and I’m only going to say it once, because this whole thing, this we-don’t-talk-about-feelings shit, that you and Neteyam have going on is getting ridiculous.”

You sniffed softly, pawing at your eyes again when more unwanted tears poured forth, “Feelings can’t come into this. This arrangement was physical only.”

“Does that change the fact that they exist?” Lo’ak asked. Knowing you wouldn’t see as you were facing away from him, he gave an emphatic roll of his eyes, “Look, I know you have feelings for my brother, and I don’t think I’m speaking out of turn here because I feel like you know this already, but Neteyam returns those feelings.”

You shifted, rolling onto your back so you could scowl at him, “Where are you going with this? What does it matter?”

Lo’ak propped his head up on his elbow, responding with a glower of his own, “It matters because the bond that you share is sincere! There’s meaning there. What you and I share? That’s purely physical; just sex and body play. If you kiss me it’s because you enjoy the sensation, but there’s no meaning there.”

“So that’s why you’re angry? Because I kissed you and it doesn’t mean anything?”

An exasperated hiss left Lo’ak, his irritation rising again, “No! I’m upset because Neteyam is upset! You upset my brother, you upset me. That’s how this works.”

You could match his rising temper, however. Sick of the confusion you felt and just wanting Lo’ak to speak plainly, you spat, “So why is Neteyam upset? Things were going fine and then he decided to throw a tantrum!”

“Because you kissed me!” Lo’ak howled, frustrated by how something so simple in his eyes was so oblivious to you. Fine, he’d spell it out for you, “You said no kissing. That was the boundary that you set. You’ve denied my brother’s attempts to cross that line for weeks now. You denied him again tonight even when he asked to kiss you, and then you suddenly decide after it all to kiss me?!”

Realisation flooded you at how your actions had appeared and you were quick to refute the misunderstanding, “No! It’s not what it looks like! I wanted to kiss both of you one last time. You just happened to be closest. I was facing you so I kissed you first! But I would’ve kissed Neteyam next!”

Lo’ak emitted a miserable groan and flopped onto his back, pressing the fingers of one hand into his eyes, “Fuck, you should’ve kissed my brother first.”

You groaned and your hands flew to your face again in distress, “Great Mother, what a mess. Tell him for me when you see him? Tell him I wasn’t doing it intentionally to spite him?”

Peering through your fingers, you saw Lo’ak fix you with an incredulous expression, “I won’t be telling him anything. You’re going to explain yourself to him and the both of you are going to talk. Properly. Honestly.”

“I’ll apologise and explain what happened, but there’s nothing else to talk about.”

With a scathing laugh, Lo’ak rounded on you again, “You know that’s such bullshit, Neyomi. I know you’re in love with him.”

It was the truth. You knew it within yourself, had known it for so long now, but to hear it called out so openly by Lo’ak was a shock to your psyche. It felt like his utterance of the words had willed it into a truth so solid that no matter how much you wanted to deny it to salvage what was left of your heart, you couldn’t.

“He told me what happened that night at the hot spring, about how you denied his affection and pushed him away after. That really cut him deep.” Lo’ak added, and his tone was woeful.

Bitterly, you moved to sit upright so you could look at Lo’ak square in the eyes. You glared at him, cursing the tears that pooled in your eyes and threatened the spill, “So, what? You want me to tell Neteyam how I feel. Apologise for pushing him away, pour out my soul, and break my heart over a man I can never have?”

Understanding washed over Lo’ak at your words. There it was. The reason that had prompted your sudden change in behaviour over the last couple of moons. He’d known it wasn’t because you’d had a change of heart. You were only trying to protect yourself. Lo’ak thought of his brother’s stubbornness then, of Kiri, and their grandmother’s approval of the proposed arrangement. He chuckled.

You frowned at Lo’ak’s quiet laughter, feeling indignant and wondering if he really was cruel enough to be laughing at you right now. You hissed harshly, “It’s not funny.”

“No, no! I’m not laughing at you. It’s just this whole situation could be so easily solved if you and Neteyam actually put your egos aside to talk.” Lo’ak quickly reassured and he shook his head at you mildly with a final huff of laughter, “If there was a chance you could be with my brother, would you take it?”

Your face was still pulled deep in a frown, but the points of your ears twitched in sceptical interest, “I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

Lo’ak licked his lips and ground his teeth together. It wasn’t his place to say. The arrangement was a formal one and until it was officially announced by the tsahìk, it was not to be spoken of. Clan formalities had to be observed by all and Neteyam had technically broken the rules by telling him about it.

“My grandmother is going to make a formal announcement to the clan tomorrow night at communal last meal.” Lo’ak said, and there was a particular note in his inflection that urged you to listen, that told you what he was telling you was significant, “If you truly care for my brother, you’ll speak to him afterward and you’ll tell him the truth of how you feel. Because he’s a stubborn skxawng who’s been stung one too many times now and the he won’t be honest with you unless you make the first move.”

***~~~***

You sat with Tula and some of the other female warriors, all gathered for last meal in the central gathering space of the village. You’d barely eaten anything all day and yet, as you stared at the assortment of stewed, roasted and fresh foods on your food mat, you didn’t feel even an ounce of hunger. Your anxiety had made sure of that.

It’d been a typical day of rest for the clan; families enjoyed each other’s company; friends spent time catching up over fun hobbies; children squealed and ran amok the village grounds, glad for a day off from lessons and chores. However, you’d been a tense knot of nerves all day awaiting the tsahìk’s impending proclamation.Ordinarily, you wouldn’t have been bothered. The tsahìk made all sorts of announcements all the time, but tonight’s announcement would supposedly be bringing you an opportunity, or so Lo’ak had assured.

You’d sought Tula out first thing in the morning, brimming with emotion and nerves after the mishap at the shack last night. The olo’eyktan’s family had passed you at communal breakfast and while Lo’ak had graced you with a genial grin, Neteyam had avoided acknowledging you entirely. Everything came to a head at that point.

You’d told Tula everything then about how Kai had ended things, how you’d confronted Neteyam at the shack and what came after. You’d cried in her arms over how you’d inadvertently slighted Neteyam and told her of what Lo’ak was urging you to do. To your surprise, Tula had sided with Lo’ak’s view on things.

What followed was a day of forced, but blessed pampering from your best friend. Tula had taken you down to the bathing springs, where she’d treated you to one of her wonderful back rubs with sweet oils, before she helped you to undo your tightly braided hair for washing. She had cooed and clucked over you, slathering you in all sorts of balms and creams that would help reduce the puffiness of your eyes, relax you and smoothen your skin.

Your hair fell loosely around your ears and shoulders now, luscious and silky from Tula’s various herbal conditioning treatments. Your skin felt smooth like baby’s bottom and she’d dowsed you in a scented oil to help promote calmness. She’d plucked several sun lily blooms from their stems on the walk back to the village and threaded them through your locks, remarking with a flourish that the vivid indigo hue of the flowers set off the rest of your more casual look perfectly.

“You’re quiet this evening, Neyomi. You look beautiful by the way.” Silwey observed, smiling at you from across the gathered circle of women.

The other female warrior’s smile was polite and you forced as genuine a smile back at her in return. Silwey was beautiful too, very beautiful. She had the kind of classic beauty that all the old women harped on about. The kind of loveliness that would make most men drool and gawk.

“Thanks, Tula did a fantastic job on me, as always.” You replied, picking at a small morsel of meat and popping it into your mouth.

“Not that you don’t always look beautiful though, but there’s just something about today’s look that really flatters.” Another female, Kanoa, added brightly.

“Kai is a lucky man.” Silwey chortled. You nearly choked on your food.

Clearing your throat gently, you shrugged self-consciously at Silwey, “Ah, Kai and I aren’t seeing each other anymore.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realise.”

“It’s alright. The split is fairly fresh, but it was mutual.”

Clearly feeling bad for catching you out on an awkward subject, Silwey attempted to cheer you up, “Well, whoever catches your eye next will be a very lucky man.”

The women all murmured in cheerful agreement. Even Tula, who was doing a great job of pretending that she was unaware of the real reason for your disquiet. You mustered up a kind smile at Silwey to reassure her you’d taken no offense. You wondered if she would’ve been as kind if she knew that the man who’d caught your eye was Neteyam…

Absently, you wondered if Neteyam had sought Silwey out on her own again in the weeks you’d stopped going to the shack. You were well aware of Silwey’s romantic interest in Neteyam, especially after her last bold proposition to him all those weeks ago on the very day that had led to your evening spent with Neteyam at the hot spring. The thought of him with Silwey pained you, and you forced the thought from your mind.

A chorus of soft hushing and murmurs rippled through the gathered Omatikaya then and you saw the tsahìk step up onto the raised platform by the bonfire. She raised her arms and the clan fell obediently into silence.

“Brothers and sisters! I thank you all for gathering this night, may Eywa bless us in our communion.” Mo’at called out, her voice carrying strongly over the crowd, “A proposal was brought to me for consideration not long ago, by our olo’eyktan, regarding the traditions our people have long held about how our clans are led. Tradition has always decreed that our peoples be led by a mated pair, olo’eyktan and tsahìk, unified and blessed in the eye of Eywa.”

Your heart was beginning to pound in your chest, impatient for the tsahìk to get to the crux of her proclamation.

Mo’at continued, “But in recent generations, this has not always been so. Indeed there are other clans where the leading pair are not mated to each other, instead leading their people through an agreed partnership. Even for us Omatikaya, things have changed with the coming and subsequent defeat of the Sky People.” She turned astute eyes at her family, at Jake and Neytiri in particular, “I have retained my position as tsahìk because my daughter chose a warrior’s path, while my son-in-law Jake leads us as chief. But I am getting old now.”

Muted murmurs of curiosity were rising within the crowd, all keen to hear what their tsahìk was about to say.

Mo’at raised her arms again and she gestured this time for two others to join her on the platform. Neteyam ascended at her beckoning closely followed by his sister, Kiri.

Mo’at smiled warmly at her two grandchildren, placing a hand on each of their heads in blessing before addressing the crowd again, “Our line of succession has not changed. Neteyam will still succeed his father as olo’eyktan in time to come. However, I have prayed to our Great Mother recently and she has shown me who is to walk the path of tsahìk after me. As many of you have experienced for yourselves, our Kiri is gifted and Eywa’s voice has whispered to her since she was barely more than a babe. Our Great Mother has chosen and Kiri will fulfil the role of tsahìk when my time comes to pass!”

A current of emotion washed through the clan, all susurrating and murmuring, some excitedly and others confusedly.

“Wait, what?” Kanoa breathed, “Kiri will lead with Neteyam?”

“Yes.” Silwey affirmed, “She will be tsahìk and Neteyam will be olo’eyktan alongside her.”

Mo’at’s voice rang out again and she continued, “I hereby declare Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan and Kiri te Suli Kireysi’ite our Omatikaya successors! They will choose their own respective mates, but they will lead this clan in time, brother and sister in partnership!”

Neteyam and Kiri clasped hold of each other hands then and they raised their arms in affirmation of their partnership before the people. The Omatikaya roared their approval, clapping, howling and ululating their joy.

They will choose their own respective mates… Mo’at’s words rang in your ears amidst the din the clan was making around you. Tula clutched at one of your knees, beaming at you happily at what the proclamation meant for you: A chance to love, truly and freely.

Your gaze drifted to the rest of the Sully family standing by the foot of the platform. You caught Lo’ak’s eye and he smirked at you, his eyes twinkling with meaning. This was what he’d meant last night. You recalled his question to you: If there was a chance you could be with my brother, would you take it?

You knew your answer: Absolutely.

The thrilled yammering of the warrior women around you brought you back to the present.

“So he can choose any woman he wants now. Not necessarily one of the healer women.” Kanoa’s voice was an energised whisper and she giggled girlishly at her words.

“Yup, sounds like it.” Another warrior, Neneka said, “Great Mother, have mercy on my soul for saying this, but I’d love to get under Neteyam, you know what I mean? He watches and plays around a bit at the old outpost, but he’s not as unreserved as Lo’ak is.”

You froze when you realised what the topic of the conversation had turned to among the women. Eywa, you didn’t want to hear about other women’s experiences with him…

“Yeah, he’s picky.” Kanoa sighed dreamily, “I bet he’s a generous lover though. Someone here is lucky enough to know.” She elbowed Silwey and burst into another fit of kittenish giggles.

“Hey, stop it. I’m not going to kiss and tell.” Silwey replied, laughing and swatting lightly at Kanoa. She pursed her lips sassily then and she gave a sly narrowing of her eyes, “But he’s an incredible time. That’s all I’ll say.”

The warrior women crowed with laughter at their gossipmongering and your food looked very interesting all of a sudden. You picked at the offerings on your food mat, eating a few mouthfuls and concentrating hard on the burst of savoury flavours on your tongue in a bid to drown out the awful conversation around you. You could feel Tula’s concerned eyes peering at you, but you kept to yourself.

“Well, I’m going to go and congratulate Kiri.” Tula pronounced, trying to change the subject. She pushed off her heels to stand, “Kiri is the one who’s been formally confirmed into her role tonight. It’s not all about Neteyam.”

“That’s true. Good idea.” Silwey agreed, rising to her feet along with the other women. She tittered boldly and then added, her tone brazen, “I’ll congratulate Kiri and then perhaps see if Neteyam would like some private company tonight too.”

The women snickered and began making their way towards the platform to offer Kiri their felicitations. You shook your head at the mob of them as they left. Eywa, the women were as bad as the men were with their egging and bragging of sexual conquests…

Tula lingered behind, staying with you. She crouched down next to you and reached out to squeeze your shoulder, “Don’t pay any attention to them. Eyes on the prize. You have a meaningful conversation that you need to have with Neteyam tonight. And it could change everything.”

“I know.” You sighed, looking over your shoulder where Kiri and Neteyam stood by the front of the platform, surrounded by a throng of well-wishers, “It’s just- I think I really hurt him last night.”

“There are two sides to every story. He’s not exactly been forthcoming with you either. You both need to just clear the air and get everything out in the open.”

“Thanks for everything today. Thanks for listening.” You shot Tula an appreciative smile, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tula’s answer was a smile and a wink, but her face twisted into an unimpressed grimace when she looked to the front of the platform again, “Better work fast, babe. Silwey’s got dessert on her mind tonight.”

Sure enough, you saw Silwey whispering into Neteyam’s ear when you cast another glance over your shoulder. It was now or never. You needed to get Neteyam alone and you were going to swallow your pride and tell him everything. Dusting your hands off, you rose to your feet, intent for the throng of people gathered at the front.

Politely excusing yourself as you stepped past families and groups of friends, you weaved through the crowd and passed the crackling bonfire on your way. You made for Kiri first, wanting to congratulate the other woman. You had never spoken much to Kiri, but you were acquaintances through her brothers. Being a warrior by profession meant that you had more to do work-wise with Neteyam and Lo’ak than with Kiri, who was of course a healer and spiritual leader by trade.

Finally making it to the newly appointed tsakarem (tsahìk in waiting), you greeted Kiri politely, making the appropriate gesture with your fingers splaying out from your forehead, “Oel ngati kameie, Kiri. Congratulations on your appointment. The clan rejoices and thanks you for your service.”

Kiri’s answering smile at your greeting was enigmatic, her large golden eyes bright and perceptive, “Ngati kameie nìteng (I see you also), Neyomi. Thank you for your kind words.”

You mused quietly to yourself that Kiri already seemed to have the piercing look of a tsahìk down perfectly. The other woman was unfazed as she openly eyed you from your face, down your torso and legs, and then back up to your face again. She cocked her head at you then, eyes in a slight squint, “The tsawksyul blooms are a nice touch in your hair. Beautiful.”

“Irayo (thank you).” You thanked her, realising awkwardly that you really didn’t know what else to say to Kiri. You were also wilting a little under her penetrating gaze, so you spluttered a parting blessing, “May Eywa bless you and keep you always.”

Kiri nodded, the short and wispy ends of her short hair swaying where they framed her lovely face. Her eyes flitted to Neteyam who stood several paces to her right, surrounded by what could only be described as a gaggle of fawning women. Your own eyes followed Kiri’s, taking immediate note of the fact that Silwey was closest to him and that she’d curled a covetous hand around one of his biceps, her side pressed against his.

“I expect you’ll want to get my brother’s attention now that his pool of choice has widened.” Kiri began, moving closer to you so she could speak into your ear, “Like the rest of these eager vultures.”

Her disdain was clear in her tone and you shifted uneasily on your feet. You shook your head to refute her statement, not wanting to be reduced or likened in any way to the notion of a shallow, insipid woman, lusting after a man of high standing.

“I do need to speak to Neteyam, but it’s important. An apology actually.” You replied, hoping your candour would prove your sincerity to his intimidating sister.

With one last cock of her head and a piercing stare that made you feel like she could see you inside and out, the warm smile that Kiri graced you with next was unexpected, “My brothers speak highly of you, as do the warriors in your platoon. Eywa ngahu (May Eywa be with you), Neyomi.”

You dipped your head in acknowledgement and Kiri’s attention was quickly pulled away by another clan member wishing to congratulate her. With a deep breath, you refocused on your objective.

Neteyam was speaking to four women, all smiles and laughter as they conversed. You managed to place yourself in a gap between two of them, just big enough for you to slip into without needing to push anyone. It placed you directly in his line of sight, but if you thought he was going to acknowledge you, even out of courtesy given there were others surrounding him, watching him, you were wrong.

Mild irritation flared in your gut and you continued to look at him, trying to catch his eye. However, Neteyam’s gaze studiously avoided yours while he spoke in turn to the others, even quirking a small smile at Silwey when she leant her cheek against his shoulder. Your distress was sharp behind your sternum at the sight, but you were determined.

You cleared your throat audibly, causing a lull in the conversation as the women turned to look at you. You seized the opportunity, “Excuse me. Neteyam, can I have a moment? I need to speak to you.”

Finally, for the first time that day, his amber orbs clashed with your own. There was no warmth in them though, no emotion. Just pure impassiveness that sent a dreadful shudder through you.

“If it’s about work, it can wait until tomorrow morning.” Neteyam’s response was clipped.

His icy demeanour was cutting. You’d expected him to be upset, but not like this, not cold and unfeeling. “It’s not work-related, but it’s important.”

“Sorry. I’ve got plans tonight.” More callous brusqueness.

This was an unexpected hurdle. You hadn’t anticipated his refusal to speak to you. You’d prepared for his upset and for his anger, but not for his complete and utter disregard. A painful lump was forming in your throat and you swallowed it down tightly.

Keeping a tight rein on the brewing storm of your emotions beneath the surface, you maintained your careful mask of composure and tried again, “Neteyam, please. I only need a few moments.”

“No, I’ll catch you another time.” It was a clear dismissal.

You weren’t going to beg, not in front of everyone. You would swallow your pride, but not to the extent of abandoning all of your dignity.

Silwey was frowning at you, puzzled displeasure colouring her features, and the other women appeared equally uncomfortable at the awkward exchange. The telltale hot flush of humiliation was beginning to tingle and burn on the skin of your face. You regarded Neteyam’s hard gaze one final time before you turned and excused yourself from the group.

The world around you became surreal, the noise of the gathered clan becoming a dull hum as you ambled on numb feet back the way you came. You could feel your composure beginning to fracture, the turbulent storm within you threatening to spill, and with the first breath that hitched painfully in your chest, you broke into a sprint in the direction of your home shelter.

You needed somewhere safe and away from prying eyes for the dam to burst… For the upheaval of your emotions to come pouring out…

Your eyes stung and your vision blurred with the uncontrollable arrival of your tears. An onslaught of sobs besieged you next and you tore the sun lily blooms from your hair as you ran, pawing at the wetness streaming from your eyes. Evidently what had happened last night at the shack had been the last straw for Neteyam. You cried at the unfairness of it all.

You finally had a chance, but now it seemed that Neteyam was unwilling to grant it to you…

Someone was calling your name, the thud of heavy footfalls catching up to you. You ignored their calls, pumping your legs harder to increase your speed.

A strong hand hooked around your elbow, slowing you with a jolt and you attempted to spiral away, “No! Leave me alone!”

Another hand clasped hold of your other arm and your pursuer spun you in their arms to face them. Your forearms collided with a muscled chest and for a split second your mind tricked you into believing that Neteyam had come after you, but as your blurry gaze lifted to the man’s face you recognised who it really was.

Wrong brother. Lo’ak.

Lo’ak’s expression was cross, but you knew his irritation was not directed at you as he shushed you softly, “Hey, it’s alright, sweet thing.” He gave you a brief but tight hug before pulling away and fixing you with determined eyes, “Listen to me, OK? You have to keep it together. Go to my family’s shelter and wait there. Let yourself in, no one is home. They’re all still eating.”

Only half paying attention, you stammered, “W-What? Why?”

“Because I’m sick of this back-and-forth! You and Neteyam are going to talk. Tonight.” Lo’ak pressed insistently. He squeezed your arms gently in reassurance, “Go wait in my family’s shelter. I’ll get my brother.”

“He’s got plans.” You had meant to sound unpleasant, had meant for your voice to be a grating rasp, but what came out was an unsteady warble of words.

A harsh scoff left Lo’ak and he was already turning to jog back towards the crowded throng, “Nope, trust me. He doesn’t. Not if I have anything to say about it. Go! And stay there!”

***~~~***

A cacophony of grunts, thuds and slaps filled the woodland air as the brothers brawled off the main village pathway behind some shrubbery.

Neteyam hadn’t appreciated Lo’ak’s brisk interruption just as he and Silwey had been making their way to a quieter spot for the evening. He’d refused his brother’s ‘urgent’ request to return home at first, until Silwey had sensed the quickly rising strain between the pair and had grudgingly excused herself with a plea for him to seek her out later once the ‘emergency’ had been resolved. Neteyam had known exactly what his brother was doing, had known that there wasn’t a ‘family emergency’ at all, since their entire family could still be seen enjoying their dessert of fruit by the bonfire.

Spiteful comments were exchanged, hissing taunts were made and in the end, it was Lo’ak who’d thrown the first punch out of frustration.

The pair of them tussled, no longer upright on their feet, but wrestling on the moss-covered ground instead. It was a violent tangle of arms and legs. Neteyam had almost succeeded in his attempt to pin Lo’ak, when his younger brother threw a stinging punch, his fist colliding painfully with his jaw. A wounded groan left him and Lo’ak seized the opportunity, rolling to flip his brother onto his back in a pin.

Neteyam’s eyes were scrunched closed and his face was contorted into a pained grimace. Their bodies were robust with strong bones and tough skin, but the pain was always sharp and the bruising would show.

“You done, bro?” Lo’ak snarled, spitting a build-up of saliva and blood on the ground to his side.

Breathing hard, Neteyam fought a throbbing jaw to crack open his eyelids.

Lo’ak could see his brother was still angry, but the vehemence of Neteyam’s ire had dissipated after their brawl. He felt his brother pat his thigh in a gesture of submission and he shifted his weight so Neteyam could sit upright. Lo’ak rose gingerly to his feet, his hip aching a little from a rapid roll that Neteyam had executed earlier. He extended a hand out to his older brother who took it, pulling himself to his feet.

Fisticuffs had never been a regular occurrence between them. Not even when they’d been young boys. Lo’ak had always excelled at being the problematic, troublesome younger brother, but Neteyam had kept hold of his maturity and patience most of the time. They’d only ever had a handful of fistfights in their lives and they’d all been over significant issues. And it was fair to say that tonight’s issue was significant.

“I won’t let you run from this.” Lo’ak declared, wiping the stray dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of a hand, “I’ve always been the stupid, reckless one, and you’ve always looked out for me. Well, I’m returning the favour. She’s worth it, bro.”

Reminded of the reason for their brawl in the first place, Neteyam gritted his teeth and closed his eyes with a deep exhale through his nose. He didn’t want to talk to you… He figured that you felt bad, that you wanted to apologise… but he was past simple apologies now… He didn’t want to face you if you were just going to seek forgiveness and then go back to your life without him…

“There’s nothing to be said. She’s made herself clear that she isn’t interested.” Neteyam muttered severely, massaging at his own tender jaw with cautious fingers.

“I’m fucking done hearing that from both of you!”

“And I’m fucking sick of saying it! She won’t kiss me but she’ll happily kiss you! Things are pretty damn clear to me!”

“That was a misunderstanding, and she’ll explain it herself if you let her! For once in your life, can you just trust me on this?!” Lo’ak exclaimed, exasperated, “I’m not the one being the skxawng ass right now! You and Neyomi have tiptoed around each other for weeks! So I’m staging an intervention. Forced discussion!” The blood continued to build-up in his mouth and he cursed again with another spit to his side. He’d taken an elbow in the teeth from his brother at some point and he was quite sure that one of his teeth had loosened.

“Sorry.” Neteyam mumbled somewhat contritely.

“It was a good move with your elbow, very fast.” Lo’ak conceded, huffing out a laugh. However, his face returned to its sombre expression then, “Maybe you and Neyomi will both find it in yourselves to apologise to one another tonight too.”

Neteyam’s only response was a bitter snort. He was aware Lo’ak had spoken to you last night after he’d fled the shack. His brother had been scant on the details this morning, but he’d insisted that what had happened was a misunderstanding and that he needed to speak to you. Still smarting from your denial the previous night, Neteyam had promptly let Lo’ak’s words in through one of his ears and out the other, not intending at all to follow through.

When Neteyam didn’t say anything more, Lo’ak inveigled him, “Look, she wants to talk and clear the air. You both have some serious shit you need to say to each other and I’m not going to keep playing messenger between you.”

An image of you from earlier in the evening flitted to the forefront of Neteyam’s mind. He saw you with your hair loose and un-braided, the long strands falling to frame your face and trailing to tickle your shoulders and upper back. You had three tsawksyul blooms threaded into your locks behind your ears. You’d looked so beautiful... The next image was of the wounded look on your face when he’d denied your request to speak him in a callous dismissal in front of the others. The hurt that flashed in your eyes had been plain to see, and it had felt good to know that he’d hurt you, that he’d given you a taste of your own medicine.

“Where is she?” Neteyam queried quietly.

“Back at our family’s shelter. I asked her to wait there.”

Moistening his lips, Neteyam took a deep breath and set off back towards the main village path. He felt rotten now for upsetting you. Yes, you’d hurt him, but it didn’t make things any better for him to have hurt you in retaliation.

“Bro,” Lo’ak called out, making Neteyam stop in his tracks, “Don’t make things so hard, OK? Be honest. Open up to her. You might be surprised at what you find.”

With a sideways glace at his brother, Neteyam nodded, “Yeah.”

***~~~***

You sat on your folded legs on the floor of a smaller alcove in the Sullys’ home, waiting anxiously to see if Lo’ak would succeed in his endeavour to persuade Neteyam to speak to you. It hadn’t been a very long while, but it had certainly been long enough that you were starting to worry that perhaps Neteyam had remained unyielding.

You’d let yourself into the Sullys’ home shelter like Lo’ak had instructed and you’d proceeded to drift about awkwardly as you took the space in. Their shelter was much bigger than the standard ones most families lived in. Perks of being the chief’s family, you supposed. It had a much more spacious living area and the alcoves branching off the main space, that served as each individual’s private area, were also bigger than usual.

Trinkets and decorations both of Na’vi and human origin adorned the shelter, speaking to the mixed heritage of the family. Tinkling wooden chimes hung from the joists that held the shelter up. Homely furniture and utensils were set about the space on thick woven rugs, and little paper images of the family (which you’d come to learn were called photographs) were displayed here and there.

You’d ambled about, quietly admiring the place but too nervous to touch anything out of respect. Your nose had led you to one of the alcoves in particular, Neteyam’s familiar scent wafting from it like an appealing perfume that called to every nerve and cell in your body. A sense of comfort had washed over you and you’d settled yourself on the floor rug in his alcove to continue your wait.

Everything about the alcove screamed Neteyam, from the neatly made bedding to the well-ordered layout. His elegant bow and weaponry were systematically arranged against one side, long knives, spears and daggers hanging from a sturdy looking frame. Tidy piles of fabric and clothing sat nestled in a wooden chest, and a small but ornate dresser sat on the far side with his personal jewellery and knick-knacks. Your own alcove looked like a haphazard hovel in comparison, but whenever your mother complained of the mess, you always maintained that you found comfort in your chaos.

As another wave of apprehension consumed you, you inhaled deeply through your nose and let your breath whistle out from between your lips. Your gaze fell to your clasped hands in your lap. You knew what you wanted to say. You’d rehearsed the words over and over in your mind the whole day. You just needed a chance to say them. A pang of hurt lanced through your chest at your recollection of Neteyam’s callous dismissal. You hoped that you’d get that chance tonight.

The draping flaps at the entrance of the shelter swished apart then and your head snapped upright with a gasp to see Neteyam enter the space. Another gasp left you when you took in the few purpling bruises on his ribs and jawline, visible even in the lambent glow of the firelight in the central hearth.

You were on your feet and marching up to him in an instant, concern in your voice, “What happened?” You raised a gentle hand to his face, wanting to examine his jaw, but he flinched away from your touch.

“Lo’ak said you were waiting here to talk. He was very persuasive with his fists.” Neteyam replied and his tone was harsh and tight.

Your lips settled into an unhappy line. Your gaze dropped to Neteyam’s clenched fists by his sides and you spotted the telltale cuts on his knuckles that indicated the fight certainly wasn’t one-sided. You felt another sharp pinprick of hurt that the brothers had gotten into a physical disagreement over your request to speak to Neteyam. Did he really loathe you that much now that he’d fought with Lo’ak over this?...

Neteyam stood motionless while he watched your various emotions flit across your face. He noted the absence of the sun lily blooms from your hair, noted the downturn of your ears, the stickiness of your cheeks and the shine around your eyes. You’d been crying... Guilty regret bloomed in his gut, but his pride was quick to quash it. He was hurt too, hurt by your previous denials. Tears may not have left his eyes but that didn’t mitigate the fact that you’d hurt him too with your rejections.

Your heart thumped in your chest, blood pounding in your ears as you watched Neteyam wait for you to say something. His gaze was cold and the impatient swish of his tail was telling.

Now, in the moment, with the chance you wanted presented to you, the words you’d repetitively rehearsed earlier seemed to have abandoned you entirely. Desperately trying to tamp down the panic that was rising, you heartened yourself. Now or never, Neyomi!

“I’m sorry.” The words were a sticky croak in your throat and you cleared it softly before continuing, “I didn’t mean for last night to end like it did. The truth is, I wanted to kiss you both one last time. Lo’ak just happened to be closest to me. I would’ve turned to you after.”

“Uh huh.” Neteyam’s response was sceptical and he felt his irritation beginning to rise. It was certainly a very convenient explanation on your part… You’d wanted to kiss him too? After all your rebuffs and refusals, he found it incredibly hard to believe.

You sensed his disbelief and you pressed your point further, “I’m not just saying that, I mean it. I didn’t do it to mock you or hurt you. I was so spaced out and I wasn’t really thinking things through. I’m sorry, really I am.”

“Yeah, OK. You’re forgiven.” Neteyam said with a shrug, feigning insouciance in a bid to disguise his hurt. He didn’t really forgive you. He felt far too wounded to excuse your actions so easily, but he was growing more and more uncomfortable in the thick tension that surrounded you both and he wanted out of there. If what you wanted was to apologise and seek his forgiveness then you’d done that. Conversation over. “If that’s all you needed to say then you’ll need to excuse me. Someone’s waiting for me.”

The nonchalance Neteyam was displaying made you feel equal parts sad and angry. Here you were being sincere, wanting to start an honest discussion and he wasn’t even trying. It felt as if he was here just so he could tell Lo’ak he’d spoken to you, when nothing about his manner or his words was genuine. Neteyam’s frame was already turned halfway away from you, his intention to leave clear.

Your annoyance spiked, emboldening you and you hissed, “No, I’m not done. Don’t walk away from me.” Especially not to run back into Silwey’s arms…

Pausing in his steps, Neteyam gritted his teeth and his injured jaw throbbed painfully. He turned to face you again with pinned ears and unimpressed eyes, “What else?”

He watched your as your breaths began to deepen and a frown marred your lovely face. You were so impossibly beautiful even when you were angry, and the thought only further infuriated him in that moment. Lo’ak’s words echoed in the recesses of his mind; be open, be honest. But what did his brother expect him to do? Pour his heart out to you? He’d done that once before the night of the hot spring, and you’d thrown his affection back in his face.

Your next words were uncanny, as if you had somehow read his thoughts.

“I’m sorry also for how I reacted that night at the hot spring.” You stated, making a conscious attempt to stop your irritation from colouring your expression. You wanted to appear sincere and you didn’t think an apology delivered with a scowl would achieve that. “It wasn’t my intention to hurt your feelings then either, and I’m sorry if I did.”

Neteyam wasn’t making the same effort though and his words were muttered through clenched teeth, “Again, you’re forgiven.”

Your tail hung low between your legs and you frowned at him, upset, “You’re just saying that. I’m trying to tell you that I’m genuinely sorry and you’re just going through the motions!”

The monster of his pain that Neteyam had spent the last couple of moons trying to restrain reared its ugly head in full force. He didn’t want your apologies. He wanted you. But just as he couldn’t force you to feel for him what he felt for you, your apologies couldn’t force his earnest forgiveness from him either.

“Well, a genuine apology doesn’t always earn genuine forgiveness, especially when forgiveness isn’t ready to be granted on the forgiver’s part!” Neteyam cried in a bitter shout. He saw you gulp and recoil slightly at his raised voice, but he’d uncorked the bottle of his tumultuous emotions now and after being pent up for so long, his words poured from him in an inexorable stream, “Do you know what it’s like to want someone, to be around them every day, to be so close to them and know what their body feels like, tastes like, and yet have to live with the fact that they don’t want you the same way?! You know, if all you wanted from me was the pleasure of my body, then so be it! I’ll accept that and I’ll get over my feelings in time. But don’t expect me to forgive you now when I’m not ready to do that!”

His shouting startled you at first, but you were quick to recover. He wasn’t the only one who could be loud.

“It’s not just your body I want!” You shrieked in return, and it was Neteyam’s turn to wince. You advanced on him and he took a few steps back as you gained on him until he was backed against one of the shelter’s support beams. “And yes, I know exactly what it’s like to want someone and feel like you can’t have them because that’s how I’ve been feeling too, you skxawng!”

You were so close to Neteyam now that your chin was tilted up defiantly while you held his gaze. He was glaring down at you in return, his broad chest heaving with his own resentment. You were both reeling from each other’s words, both your brains working frantically to process the situation. However, rationality was hard to find when emotions were running high, especially when what felt good in the moment was to spew blame and point fingers.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the tsahìk’s arrangement with Kiri?” You demanded hotly.

“What difference would it have made?” Neteyam snarled, “Besides, you avoided me for weeks! You were impossible to get hold of and then you went and started fucking Kai!”

“It would’ve made all the difference!” You screeched, “And don’t bring Kai into this! I never put any restrictions on you or Lo’ak while our agreement was in place. I never stopped either of you from carrying on with your other play nights with the other women!”

“I haven’t been with anyone else since you! Despite everything, all I want is you!”

“Me too!”

Both his words and yours were shouted and the sound reverberated in the hollow confines of the shelter. You sagged as if suddenly tired from the emotional tirade of the last while, and you saw the remnants of Neteyam’s ire gradually seep from his own furious expression. The truth of the situation struck you both with such stark clarity that it stunned you both into deafening silence.

Neteyam was the first to break the silence. He gave a slow shake of his head and he closed his eyes, trying to make sense of it all, “Wait, what? So why did you pull away that night at the spring? And then you avoided me and stopped coming to the shack when you start seeing Kai.”

“Because I was scared.” You murmured, and the memory of your sleepless nights filled with heartsick despair brought unbidden tears to your eyes. You blinked wet eyes up at him and your tears escaped at the action.

Neteyam hated the sight of your tears, especially now that he was the cause of them. He sighed wearily. Tenderness swelled in his chest and he cupped one of your cheeks with a gentle hand, smoothing away the rolling bead of moisture with his thumb. His deep voice was soft and gentle when he spoke, a direct contrast to his harsh bellows from before, “Scared of what?”

“Of falling for you.” You gave a wet laugh and continued your explanation, “You will be olo’eyktan of this clan one day. By tradition your mate must be worthy of being tsahìk. That was never going to be me. I ran because I was in too deep already. I wanted to keep what I had left of my heart, but I realised after that it was too late anyway.”

Neteyam stifled a curse under his breath. The arrangement of Kiri becoming tsakarem hadn’t been confirmed yet at the time. His grandmother had still been deliberating and praying about it when the night at the hot spring had occurred, but the decision had been made not long after. Perhaps if he hadn’t been so wounded by your actions, if he’d listened to his brother and been more persistent in getting hold of you, this current situation may not have spiralled so out of hand.

“Fuck, I should’ve said something.” Neteyam lamented with a groan, tilting his chin down to rest his forehead against yours, “I was just so convinced that you didn’t feel the same way and that telling you would just result in another rebuff. Especially since you still came to the shack to play for but refused to kiss me.”

“I wanted to, so much.” You whispered with a sniffle, your nose brushing his lightly, “I tried with Kai, but there was no spark there. All I could think about was you. How could I not want all of you? You’re everything I want. I wanted to protect my heart but it broke anyway trying to stay away from you.”

Your words ended in a mewling sob and Neteyam enveloped you in his arms, crushing you to him. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, the comforting warmth of his body only seeming to make you cry harder.

“Shhh, I’m sorry too.” Neteyam soothed, running a large hand up and down your back while the other cupped your head against him, “I’ve been a fool and I’m so sorry.”

Remorse and shame flooded him as he reflected now on the past while. Hindsight was always 20/20. Great Mother, you’d both been so stupid... You’d both been on the same trajectory all along, except you hadn’t seen a conceivable way forward and while he had, knowing of the arrangement with Kiri, your fear and your avoidant behaviour had caused him to misunderstand and unwittingly hide the solution from you.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, loosening his hold when he felt you shift to peer up at him.

Dabbing at your nose and eyes with the back of your hand, you apologised for your appearance, “Sorry, I probably look a mess.”

Neteyam emitted a scoff and graced you with a warm smile. His hands framed your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks, “No, you’re beautiful even when you cry, paskalin. I’ll claim that kiss that you owe me now, if that’s alright?”

With a giggle, you agreed.

Sliding your palms up his chest to wind your arms around his neck, you pushed up onto the balls of your feet to meet his lips in a smooth and plush meld. It was different to how you’d imagined it would be last night, in your dazed state of overstimulation and arousal. When you’d decided on sharing one last kiss with Neteyam and Lo’ak, you’d been dejected and you’d expected the kiss to be filled with an air of sad finality. But your kiss with Neteyam now burned bright with hope and promise.

Pulling away gently, Neteyam’s smile was wide and you could see your own happiness mirrored in his golden orbs. He nuzzled your cheek affectionately, rubbing his cheek along yours while you did the same. You felt lighter than you had in a long time, the blooming warmth of your joy radiating from your heart out towards your limbs and extremities. After so many miserable nights and awkward days, the relief and thrill of knowing that feelings were requited on both sides was wonderful.

Neteyam pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and he declared, “I want to court you, openly. I want every man and woman in this clan to know that you and I are seeing each other. No one else, no more shack visits with Lo’ak.”

You couldn’t help the beaming grin that danced across your cheeks, and you chased his lips with your own as you spoke, “Yes, I accept, and it wasn’t Lo’ak that I came to the shack for.”

You felt Neteyam’s strong arms embrace you again while his lips and tongue danced passionately with yours. When you felt his large hands move to your upper thighs to hoist you against him, you instinctively twined your legs around his slender waist, locking your ankles behind him. He manoeuvred both of you into his alcove, messily pulling the cloth drapes at its entrance closed to cocoon you both in the privacy of the space.

Lowering you gently onto the softness of his bed, you moaned quietly with delight at how everything smelled of him. The heavy weight of him settled beside you and he stretched out alongside the length of your body. You both turned to lie on your sides, facing each other. It was darker in the alcove with no lamps lit in the space, the only source of light being the glow of the main fire behind the draping cloths at the alcove entrance. But Na’vi eyes acclimatised quickly and soon you could clearly make out the contours of Neteyam’s handsome face.

Your eyes trailed his form slowly from head to toe, following the vividly glimmering constellations of his tanhì (bioluminescent freckles) on his face, down his chest, abdomen and his legs. You were unhurried as you drunk in the sight of him and he appeared to be doing the same, his eyes performing a similar trek over your own body. Eywa, he was so gorgeous… His body was just perfect, every defined muscle encased in warm, smooth skin that smelled of masculine virility.

You reached out to trail your fingers over his ribs and his toned abdominals, relishing the shudder you earned from him as your fingertips traced the sensitive skin of his hip.

One of his hands stroked across your cheek and he leaned in to kiss you gently, whispering a beloved declaration against your lips, “I love you.”

Your lips stretched wide and he felt your smile against him, “I love you too.”

“Shall I show you just how much?” Neteyam’s voice was a mischievous rasp.

You tittered and sighed desirously, “Yes, make love to me, you stubborn man.”

A dark chuckle from him, “You’re going to have to be quiet here though. Think you can do that?”

You nodded soundlessly, eagerly reaching to undo the ties of your chest covering and flinging it aside to bare your breasts to him. Neteyam’s groan was almost inaudible, but you felt the rumbling growl of it with how close you were to him. His hands were immediately on your breasts, the heat of his palms searing against your soft mounds. He kneaded your breasts, thumbs stroking sensually over your incredibly sensitive nipples that hardened under his attentions. The sensation made liquid heat pool between your thighs.

Your hands made quick work of your loincloth and the fabric was flung to join your top. You felt one of his hands snake around your hip to pull you closer to him, front to front, and when his legs tangled with yours you noticed he was bare against you too, devoid of his own loincloth. You smoothed a hand over his strapping chest, fingertips testing the hard muscle there before your hand meandered towards his neck and you clutched his head towards yours.

You kissed him languidly, tasting him and smelling him, marvelling that you could love him now, truly. No more pretending. No more holding back. After so long without his lips against yours, you could quite honestly say that if the pair of you did nothing but kiss all night, you’d still wake up satisfied.

Neteyam pulled back from the kiss then and you whimpered in complaint, but he hushed you with a thumb against your lips. He murmured to you, “Shh, I love you here,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Here,” A kiss to each of your eyes, “Here,” A kiss on your nose… And on he continued downward, your shoulders, a suckling kiss to each nipple, over your heart, your navel…

You lost count after that, just getting lost in the amorous bliss of his lips paying worship to every inch of your bare skin down to your toes. He didn’t disappoint though and when he parted your thighs to settle himself between your legs, and licked a full stripe from your pussy up to your clit, you jerked with a stifled cry.

“I love you especially here.” Neteyam growled. His mouth got to work, licking and suckling at your soon throbbing core while you watched him through hooded eyes.

His golden eyes locked with yours and the intensity of his gaze made your pussy clench, pouring with slick. Your fingers played absently with his beaded braids while your hips rocked against the moist paradise of his mouth. Your eyes could barely stay open as you enjoyed the building pleasure.

Something slid down one of your thighs then and you cracked open an eyelid just in time to see Neteyam trail the thick braid of his kuru (neural queue) over your hip towards you. It was a very intimate thing, to touch another’s kuru. The intimacy of the action was surpassed only by the making of tsaheylu between two people, but Neteyam’s invitation to you to touch his was clear.

Slowly, you reached for the meticulously braided length with one hand, gently running your fingers over the smooth hair around it. Neteyam let out a small sigh that puffed against your core and he closed his eyes, enjoying your caress. You trailed your hand closer towards the end of his queue where you knew the delicate pink tendrils of it were housed. Tenderly, your fingers delved past the ends of the hair around the sheath and a sharp jolt of pleasure raced through you as the tendrils enveloped your fingers.

Neteyam whimpered, his lips and tongue ceasing their work momentarily as pleasure shot down his queue and straight to his stiff cock which gave an excited spurt of pre-cum. It was new sensation to him and a thoroughly erotic one. He couldn’t describe it, but as your fingers played with the tendrils, it was almost as if he could feel your fingers touching him at every single erogenous zone simultaneously. He resumed his feasting of your core, tongue lapping at your slick folds that only seemed to moisten further with each lap of his tongue.

His name was a whispered sigh on your lips as your clit pulsated and your inner walls squeezed. The addition of a couple of his fingers came next and he sealed his lips over your nub to suck intently at it. The tendrils of his kuru fizzled pleasantly in and around your fingers. You didn’t know what made you do it, instinct perhaps, but you brought it up towards one of your breasts then, letting the squirming tendrils attach and wrap themselves around your areola and nipple.

The pleasure was instantaneous and Neteyam’s groan against your flesh told you he felt it too. A wave of ecstasy flushed through you from your nipples to your core, throwing you into the inescapable clutches of an orgasm. Mindful of your surroundings, your mouth formed a silent ‘o’ and your fingers twisted in his hair while you writhed in bliss. Neteyam’s hand gripped onto the flesh of your hips, keeping you still enough so he could continue to drink from your core.

Your desire burned feverishly within you despite the shattering climax you’d just experienced and you were impatient to have more of him against you. Tugging at his braids to get his attention, Neteyam lifted his face, licking his lips while his cheeks glistened with the evidence of your arousal. His expression was almost feral as he crawled up your body on all fours, and you spied his straining erection, watching it bob as he made his way up to you.

You shot him a slow smile as he settled himself alongside you again and the mess on his face didn’t deter you from kissing him. You murmured, “Thank you.”

“I’m enchanted by you, paskalin. I’ll do anything you ask for as long as I live.”

A hot blush stained your cheeks at his romantic words and you didn’t know whether to kiss him again or hide your face. You saw him look at the end of his kuru where it remained attached to your breast and you urged him, “Leave it. This might sound strange, but it’s as though I can feel you better. And it feels good.”

Neteyam smirked at you and nodded in agreement, “What would you like now? I’m impatient to have you though.”

His shifted his hips, his drooling erection slipping against your lower belly. You chortled softly at him and you took pity on his aching flesh, reaching down with a hand to greet his cock with a familiar stroke. A loud grunt left Neteyam and you hushed him, ears twitching and listening to the surroundings of the shelter. No one had returned yet, you were quite sure, the both of you would’ve heard them. Though it paid to be cautious.

Getting caught in a compromising position with the olo’eyktan’s son in the olo’eyktan’s home was not a misdemeanour you wanted against your record.

You continued your teasing stroke and squeeze of his cock, revelling in the sound of Neteyam’s strained panting by your ear. You paused by the swollen tip, running your thumb back and forth over his frenulum, which drew a very vulgar curse from him. His free hand was stimulating your other nipple while the tendrils of his kuru undulated over your other. The stimulation made your pussy ache and your clit throb longingly and you rubbed your thighs together to try and ease the pressure.

“Let me help you with that. You know I can fill you up so good.” Neteyam purred, thrusting his hips so his cock slipped faster in the grasp of your hand as if to press his point.

You smirked at him and licked sensuously over his parted lips with your tongue, “No, I think I’ll tease you a bit more for being so mean to me earlier. Besides, I want to try something.”

Your introduction to Neteyam’s neural queue made you eager to return the favour. Reaching behind you with your other hand, you brought your kuru over your shoulder and carefully held its end out between you, the twisting pink tendrils greeting Neteyam with their rippling dance. Already breathing heavily from the pleasure you were giving his cock, he lifted his hand to meet your tendrils, and both of you gasped as they twined around his fingers.

The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Heat flushed over your skin and you prickled everywhere that you were sensitive; your nipples hardened and your pussy gushed with more slick. An unbidden erotic image came to you of your kuru’s tendrils wrapped around Neteyam’s cock and you shivered with delight at the thought.

Gently pulling your kuru from Neteyam’s fingers, you gradually inched it down towards his midsection, wanting to make the image your brain had supplied a reality. You watched him for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty, but his pupils were blown so wide with arousal you could hardly see the gold of his irises, and he looked on with as much eager anticipation as you did. Releasing his cock where you held it in your right hand, you brought left hand with your kuru towards it. The tendrils eagerly wrapped around their new target, coiling around the head and upper shaft.

You felt Neteyam’s body lurch at the same time that a wave of immense gratification shot through your neural queue to your own core.

“Fuck, Neyomi.” Neteyam keened and you saw his cock pulse, emitting a viscous string of pre-cum. It continued to throb and you swore your clit was throbbing in time with it.

Neteyam groaned aloud again, evidently struggling to keep to his own rule of being quiet. You rolled onto you back, pulling him atop you and silencing him with a deep kiss. You drowned in the moist heat of his mouth, lips and tongues waltzing in-between the twist and turn of your heads. He was rocking his hips against yours, his cock trapped between your bodies while your kuru still remained coiled around his sensitive flesh.

He broke away from the kiss with a sharp hiss of pleasure, “Wiya (damn), I’m going to cum like this if I can’t have you soon.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good?”

“Too good. Please, I need you.” Neteyam pleaded with a whimper, and he continued to ramble, “I know you must be aching for me. Let me make you squirt on my cock. You must have missed that right? All those weeks you didn’t come to the shack.”

You paused. It was true, you had missed him and missed his body, but you’d technically managed to squirt too with the dildo you’d poached from the shack…

When you didn’t answer, Neteyam stilled in his movements and he turned questioning eyes at you, “What is it?”

You bit your lip sheepishly, wondering if you should fib your way out of the situation or tell him the truth and make him feel a little less special. You didn’t want to start your new relationship off with a lie, so you resolved to be truthful, “I did manage to squirt whilst I wasn’t with you.”

His eyes widened and he looked rather taken aback.

“N-Not with someone else!” You quickly amended, “I pinched one of the toys from the shack a while ago when you and Lo’ak weren’t looking. It ah- It does the trick.”

Neteyam’s face suddenly morphed into a very smug smile and he leaned down to nibble at the point of your ear while he drawled, “Oh the dildo. We wondered where it had gone. Did you enjoy it, you little snitch?”

You shivered against him and rubbed your cheek against his, “Yeah, so your cock’s not the only one that can make me squirt. Sorry.”

Neteyam’s answering chuckle was deep and self-assured, “Don’t be. I’m not sorry about that.”

Confusion coloured your face and you pulled your head back to look at him, “You’re not?”

Neteyam’s expression was still incredibly conceited when he shook his head. He reached down and gently removed your kuru from his cock, keeping hold of it still though and letting its tendrils find purchase amongst his fingers instead. Sliding his knee between your thighs, he urged your to part your legs for him, which you did without hesitation. Balancing over you on his forearms, he settled his hips against yours and began a tantalising rub of his cock against your folds. You moaned with want and hooked your ankles behind his lower back.

“Why would I be upset about you squirting on that dildo,” He taunted huskily, “When that dildo was made from a mould of my cock?” His last words were punctuated with a sharp thrust of his hips, his long length penetrating you suddenly and fully to the hilt.

You threw your head back against the bedding with a guttural cry, uncaring at that moment if anyone heard you. Well that explained a lot about why that dildo had felt so good inside you… You didn’t have time to ponder on that thought. You clutched at Neteyam’s body, arms wrapped tight around his torso, your legs locked around his hips as he settled into a rhythm of rocking thrusts.

“You’re mine, paskalin.” Neteyam vowed and his lips found yours again in an all-consuming meld that set your heart and soul alight with elation.

You couldn’t get enough of him. He was all around you, over you, in you, and yet you still felt like you needed him to be closer. Your fronts were pressed to each other’s and your tails were twined; if you died like this you knew you would die the happiest you’d ever been. Your mouths remained fused, pausing only for short intakes of breath before finding each other again.

Neteyam’s thrusts were slow, but they were deep and you could feel every last ridge and outline of his cock inside you. The depth of his movements was delicious and the intense and pulsing throbs of your pelvic muscles signalled an impressive climax on the horizon for you.

Neteyam broke away from your kiss, tucking his face into the side of your neck to stifle his own reflexive moans of enjoyment. You knew he was close too from the shudder of his torso with each of his thrusts, and you could somehow feel his pleasure too, from his kuru at your breast and your kuru within his grasp.

Great Mother, you could only imagine how breathtaking it would feel when two people mated and made tsaheylu…

The winding spiral of pleasure twisted tighter and tighter in your lower belly, and your fingernails scored Neteyam’s back whilst you teetered on the brink of oblivion. You felt suspended in time, the only sounds you could hear were the pounding of your hearts and Neteyam’s harsh groans as he too hovered on the edge. He lifted his head and his gaze locked with your own, each of your pleasure-filled reflections mirrored in the dark pupils of each other’s eyes.

It was the only reflection you ever wanted to see in his eyes, your own face staring back at you. You never wanted to be without Neteyam again and as your heart shattered with the depth of your love for him, so did your core. Your climax swept through you like a tidal wave, your pussy clenching down and pulsing rhythmically as the wetness of your squirt gushed between your bodies. Your face twisted into what you hoped was a silent scream while the pleasure consumed you.

The squeeze and clench of your walls around his cock, as always, was nirvana for Neteyam. His entire frame tensed and went rigid, and he gritted his teeth hard to keep himself from shouting out his pleasure as he ejaculated. Your body milked him for every drop he had and your pussy continued to flutter around his swollen length pleasurably.

“Neteyam… Neteyam…” You whispered his name in a blissful chant and though your arms and legs shook from exertion, you kept them wrapped about him, not wanting to let him go. You mewled in complaint when he tried to roll his weight off you, so he deftly rolled you both so you could lie on top of him, still intimately joined.

Neteyam clasped you to him, on arm draped over your back while his other hand made soothing strokes over your hair. He could feel your breaths puffing gently into the crook of his neck where your cheek rested against his collarbone. His kuru and yourshad detached at some point and they trailed alongside your bodies, but it took nothing away from the intimacy you were both still wrapped up in.

“By Eywa, you’re it for me, you know that?” Neteyam affirmed with a hoarse chuckle, “Without a doubt. I’ll never look at another woman again.”

Your heart soared at his words and you knew, if you could see yourself, that your tanhì would be glowing bright with your immeasurable joy and contentment, “I guess we’re both ruined for each other then.”

“Will you be mine, formally? Will you accept this offer of betrothal?”

You gasped softly at his request. Your heart screamed your answer, affirmative without any hesitation, but the cogs in your mind began to turn. His betrothal request was unexpected. You’d agreed earlier to be courted openly by him, but a betrothal was serious. It was an engagement to be mated for life and while your heart danced for joy, your conscience questioned, not his fit for you as a mate, but your fit for him as mate to the olo’eyktan.

“Neyomi?” Neteyam queried quietly at your silence. His apprehension was clear in his tone.

You raised your head to regard him, blinking wide eyes at him, “I want to accept, but what if I turn out to be wrong for you? What if I’m not fit to stand by your side as wife to the olo’eyktan?”

He laughed at you then, relief sweeping over his face when he realised why you were hesitating, “You stand by my side every day already, paskalin. You’re my second-in-command and you’ve partnered with me, challenged me where I needed to be, and supported me for years. You already hold the position without the formal title.”

Tears sprang to your eyes as your emotions began to gain the upper hand. You murmured wetly, “You really want me like that? Forever?”

Neteyam craned his head upward to brush his lips against yours, “I want you every way that I can have you. As my second-in-command, my wife, mother of my children…”

His words trailed off, interrupted by you as you pulled him against you to claim his lips in another searing kiss, “Yes! I accept.”

There was commotion then in the main space of the family’s shelter. Hushed whispers and soft chatter sounded, indicating the return home of the other Sullys.

A very loud and contrived coughing fit sounded from Lo’ak, who cleared his throat dramatically several times, apologising repeatedly for his noisy fuss. You and Neteyam grinned at each other in the darkness, chortling to yourselves, knowing full well that Lo’ak was wanting to ensure the both of you knew that you were no longer alone.

You settled your head against Neteyam’s chest again, closing drowsy eyes and basking in the afterglow.

Neteyam murmured a bedtime prayer and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, “Sleep, my love and I’ll rise to kiss you again in the morning.”

***~~~***

You were awoken by the sound of soft knocking against wood and a feminine voice calling out gently.

Neteyam stirred beneath you, his shoulder shifting beneath your cheek. You’d slept pressed against each other the entire night and were it not for the corporeality of the situation currently, you would’ve sworn it was all just a wonderful dream.

More knocking sounded and you were grateful to see the cloth drapes at the alcove entrance remained shut. Neither of you was decent yet.

The feminine voice called again and you recognised it to be Kiri’s, “Good morning, you two. The day has long begun.”

Part of you sighed in relief. Better Kiri than Neytiri. Great Mother, you didn’t want to face Neteyam’s mother right now after a sensual night with him, under their roof…

Neteyam’s smile was debonair and he blinked sleepy eyes at you. You squinted back at him, the harsh daylight outside obvious even in the confines of the shelter. You startled with a gasp. Daylight! By Eywa, what was the time?!

Scrambling for your clothing, you smacked Neteyam’s thigh, “Neteyam! The hunters! We’ve got patrol this morning!”

Kiri’s laughter sounded like a charming peal of shell chimes from behind the drapes, “Mm yes, I daresay it caused quite the stir when both the commander of the warriors and his second-in-command didn’t turn up for work today.”

A long and grumbled curse hissed out from Neteyam as he pressed the fingers of one hand into his eyes.

Kiri was quick to chastise, clucking her tongue in reprimand, “Language, brother. Besides, there’s no need to fret. Dad and Lo’ak stepped in to lead today’s patrol. There isn’t any urgency for you.”

Dressing quickly nonetheless, you shared a chaste kiss with Neteyam before he drew back the alcove drapes. Kiri stood with her arms folded, looking mighty amused as her eyes flitted sagaciously between the pair of you.

Kiri’s shrewd eyes took in your form, trailing you from head to toe again, but there was a teasing glint in them when she spoke, “That was some apology you had for my brother.”

Flushing a deep shade of violet, you greeted the young woman meekly, “Good morning, Kiri.”

“Where’s Mum?” Neteyam asked, glancing around the empty shelter with nervous eyes. He threaded his fingers through yours to hold your hand. His mother wouldn’t have been pleased by what the both of you had done. Yes, you were both grown adults and intimacy was not frowned upon amongst the people, but there was a certain respect that one had to have for their parents’ home.

Kiri giggled again with a polite hand over her mouth, “She’s out. She left early this morning to help Grandmother gather some herbs.” She snorted when she saw Neteyam visibly relax, and she couldn’t help but take another jab at him, amused by his discomfiture, “Oh don’t worry, Mum definitely wanted to throw you both out earlier this morning, but I think the Great Mother had something to say about that.”

You frowned, not understanding Kiri’s meaning. Neteyam’s ears too pricked in curious interest and he cocked a questioning head at his sister, “What do you mean?”

Kiri padded to the main archway of the family shelter and she pulled one half of the entry cloths aside, motioning with her head for both of you to step outside, “Come see for yourself.”

Following along a little behind Neteyam, the warmth of daylight greeted your skin as you both stepped out into the open. You heard Neteyam suck in a breath and halt in his steps. Blinking against the intense daylight, your eyes took a few moments to acclimatise. However, when they finally did and you took in the spectacle before you, you gave a loud gasp of surprise.

All around the Sullys’ family shelter, littering the ground and hovering about the structure, were dozens of atokirina (seeds of the sacred tree). The feathery seeds undulated about the place, sprinkling the shelter in a dusting of blessed white.

Kiri stepped out after the both of you, grinning, “Evidently Eywa thought all was right with the world.”

You felt Neteyam pull you to his side and he nuzzled your cheek tenderly. Your answering smile was bright and you placed a shy kiss on his shoulder.

“Do I need to tell Grandmother to make another formal announcement?” Kiri asked, smirking at the tender display of affection between you.

Neteyam’s beamed at his sister and his response was full of affectionate confidence, “Yes. Neyomi and I are both spoken for. We’re betrothed.”

And all was right with the world indeed…

***~~~***

Author's Note: The end! THANK YOU again to all of you wonderful folks for your awesome support. I absolutely love interacting with everyone and it's because of you that this series became a reality. It was only ever meant to be a oneshot! I hope that you've relished Neteyam & Neyomi's (reader) journey to love. Let me know your thoughts, scream to me in the comments! Reblogs, likes & comments are always very appreciated. 😘

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[kiri-ah]

[2:02 AM] k.hj

Every night this week he's been late. Normally it's not so much of an issue, and you have a midnight curfew so that he comes home more quickly. This week, however, he’s come home past 3 am everyday, and he's out of the house by 8 am so you barely see him. You knew going into this relationship that he was a busy man, but this is too much. You want to cuddle. You want to spend time with your boyfriend. That’s why tonight you’re on the phone with him, begging him to please come home because you miss him and it’s late and you’re not going to sleep without him. He finally agrees to come home, but it’ll be a half hour.

You’re just barely conscious, listening for the sound of the door opening. Everything is dark behind your eyelids and the couch isn’t exactly comfortable, but it calls to you the same way your mattress does. You just want to relax, to let sleep take over. No, you tell yourself, I have to be up for Hongjoong. That tactic works for a little while but you’re so tired and the pull of sleep is so inviting and next thing you’re aware of is your body being lifted up, bridal style. A kiss is pressed to your forehead, followed by a gust of warm air on your face as Hongjoong sighs. You don’t even have the energy to wrinkle your nose.

“I wish you would stop waiting up for me, Love,” he murmurs. “It’s just this week, I promise, and you need your sleep.” You’re just aware enough to shift yourself closer to his chest as he maneuvers you through your apartment to your bedroom and sets you gently on the mattress. You vaguely register the sound of his belt buckle clinking and the rustle of fabric, and then he’s moving you again, bare arms sliding your body under the sheets and pulling them right up to your chin. The covers seem frigid and you shiver slightly as his half of the bed is exposed to the air. Then he crawls in and you’re pressed to his chest and he’s warm and that’s all you register before you’re gone again to the world of dreams.

Part 2 of the Sensations series; masterlist here

[searenbound]

This is my first time writing this proper so it’s just a short drabble/blurb but my first golden shower piece like promised. It’s probably not the best but it’s only my first try and I’m a lot nervous about it.

Warnings: piss kink (golden shower), voyeurism, multi partners, bathroom sex/quickie, swearing, vaginal sex described, afab fem reader with she/her pronouns, Kiri and reader are in a pre-established relationship and Bakugou gets invited into the fun, small bit of degrading words

Pairing Eijirou Kirishima x reader + Katsuki Bakugou

They should have known better.

Kirishima should have double checked that the door was actually locked.

(Yn) shouldn’t have trusted her himbo boyfriend to not think with his dick when he knew he was about to stick in her at a party.

And poor Bakugou who only wanted to take a leak should have knocked before bragging in. Now he finds himself watching his oblivious best friend sitting on the toilet, naked from the waist down and bouncing his pretty girlfriend on his lap fucking like bored animals with nothing better to do.

He hated how mesmerized he was for a second. Taking in Kirishima’s focused face, eyes screwed shut and visible gritted teeth. (Yn)’s pussy on full display, glistening so beautifully and sallowing every inch The faux redhead has for her.

He was so distracted he almost forgot what he actually needed the bathroom for.

Almost.

With a startled jump from the shutting door, the two lovers finally took notice of their ashy blond companion. Breath and motion stopping entirely at his raised voice.

“The fuck were you idiots thinking?! Get yourselves fuckin’ decent and get the hell out before I decide ‘fuck it’ and piss on ya’!”.

“What if we’re into that kinky shit?” (Yn) retorted faster then she probably should have, but she felt the way her boyfriend twitched and throbbed in her and it was never a secret that they both found his best friend attractive. Why not be bold?

He didn’t seem to mind after all. Making a comment about where’d Kiri manage to find a such a dirty little slut like her before locking the door behind him.

“Last chance to back out man, you sure you and your bitch want this?”. He questioned Kirishima, but before he could answer she was already speaking “‘the bitch’ literally asked for it fuckface, disrespect me again and I swear I’ll rip your dick off instead”.

Without hesitation he lunged for her lips, silencing her smart mouth for just a moment before pulled away with a groan.

“Fuckin’ hell Ei, got yourself a tough one huh? I might fall in love” he half joked, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock with a soft hiss.

“That’s how she gets you, acts all cute to drag you in, fuck” he grunted, slowly taking up a more steady pace in his thrusts “t-then she sinks her claws in and you don’t want to fight it”.

She would’ve picked her own fight about them carrying a conversation about her like they weren’t committing sinful together, her biting words fizzled out when the warm clear stream of urine flowing squarely onto her clit.

Soaking her already wet little cunt just a little bit more and make squirm at the sensation of the added heat cascading downward, coating her boyfriends cock along the way.

It wasn’t much longer after that, that she found herself with a mouthful on strict orders to clean the blond up after he gave them such a treat while her boyfriend used her cunt to chase his own pleasure for the umpteenth time that night.

At this point, maybe they should just ditch the party and get a hotel room for the night, it be more fun