#kiri._.pebble

[maliciousarsenal]

polycule cult led by @/that.one_weird.cosplayer grooms minor "best friends" to stroke their horny ego to until they can "get snatched" by the polycule when they turn 18.... while also being open about involving a 15 year old in their polycule

it's still funny how they lie and exaggerate the situation because they're fearful of getting in trouble/having to register as offenders we have evidence on their polycule sexually harassing and stalking minors by commenting on how "sexual" a minor is and finding and following the minors on their alt accounts and admitting to "keep tabs" on the minors to keep them silent Evidence drive here:

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EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED. (2)

Synopsis ! Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond. Content & warning Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. (wc: 5264)

You swung your legs over the edge, feet ghosting just above the calm lake that surrounded this part of the forest. It was a bit far from the village, but you felt more at ease knowing that you wouldn’t be found easily. This was your own place and ironically enough, a spot you and Jake had found years ago. You could see the familiar marks left from the arrows you had shot, deeply engraved in some of the trunks. 

One drawing had caught your eye. From one of the trees, a bit taller than the rest; an image of you and your father. It was silly, clearly etched by the hands of a kid no older than six. The lines were harsh as the wood itself was tough, but it was there– almost mockingly. You scoffed, mindlessly grabbing a pebble and flinging it right on the center. 

You have barely moved since you arrived here; detached yourself the moment you had sat near the jagged rocks. It was a habit you presumed you got from Jake. The longer you stayed, the more you succumbed to your ever-bleeding wounds– there was just something so tragic about being an eldest daughter.   

You weren’t all bite, despite the constant snarl on your lips. You weren't so egotistical as to think that you couldn't possibly be wrong, but tonight, tonight you knew damn well Jake was to blame. 

‘Is it because I’m not your daughter?’ 

Your own voice had rang through your mind. You wince in response, cringing internally. That could very well be the case– you weren't part of their family. You can’t help but think that they may have done it out of pity. 

But Kiri wasn’t exactly their own either. In fact, you and Kiri weren’t at all opposites at birth.

While you came from Tsu’tey, she was from Grace; both of you from separate blood and brought together by one. However you weren’t exactly close to Eywa or have the skills she possessed. Kiri was undeniably special– spiritual and awfully attuned. Heck, she had managed to tame her own ikran simply by asking it to be her friend. 

Still, there was no reason for Jake to treat you differently. You were jealous– of course you are. If he’s able to be as gentle as he is with your baby sister, why couldn’t he with you? It was a sickening thought, to think that he acts so rigid and unrelenting around you while he looked at her like she had hanged every star in the night sky. Sure Kiri was special, but you were at least his daughter too. Can’t he spare you even just a second of a loving glance?

With Kiri, he listens intently– looks at her with such tenderness as he takes in her every word. It was the same gaze he wore whenever we visited the sky-people lab; Jake would stare a bit too long at Grace, expression somewhere along the line of reminiscing. Whenever he had moments like these, his eyes would hold some sort of longing– a promise. Perhaps it was because Grace meant the world to him– literally. She taught him everything about Pandora, showed him the way of the Na’vi; gave him another shot at living. 

Kiri was exactly like her mother; wise and cunning. Jake probably sees Grace in her very image.  

You’d think this would be the embodiment of every father with their daughters; kind and vulnerable, but you would argue otherwise. When he looked at you, it was more of regret– grief prolonging. It was a gaze so ugly and unwanted; a weight you’re not supposed to carry. 

Because you’re exactly like Tsu’tey and Jake sees him in yourself. 

It was no secret that Jake was softer when it came to Tuk and Kiri. While you are relieved that it had been that way, you can never pray for them to experience the struggles you are burdened with– it tugged on your heartstrings that you would never feel the warmer side of your father; will never know how it feels to be babied nor to be held gently. 

You were her daughter too so you didn’t understand. What made you any different from them that you had to pretend his love was hidden beneath his icy glares and dismissive grunts? These were emotions nonetheless– however odd or minuscule they may have been. You thought that maybe, just maybe, there’d be a crack to this exterior. Maybe if you tried harder, Jake would soften up to you too. 

But that wasn’t the case because he never did. You had picked apart pieces of yourself that you thought weren’t pleasing– did better despite your age. You were young and only yearned for your father’s approval. 

( “You’re not doing it right. Again.” 

As you stretched your already sore arms for the nth time, ready to take aim, his hands tug on your stance– a bit harsher than intended. Light continued to glare down on your figure as you tirelessly corrected your posture again. Your ears pricked up at the sound of your sibling’s laughter, coming to you from afar. You stole a glance at them as they continued to play and enjoy themselves by the water, their childish exuberance highlighted by their splashing around in the shallow waves.

“Can’t I take a break?” You whined, dropping your stiff shoulders. Hearing them have fun made you want to jump in as well. 

“I didn’t let you talk my ear off just to give up. Come on, you promised me a bullseye today, baby girl.” He said, eyebrows furrowing a bit. You look down to your feet, a bit embarrassed. You didn’t want him to not take you seriously– you fear that if you let him down now, he wouldn’t let you do anything again. “Just one hit and I’ll let you off–”

His head turns sharply towards Kiri as she calls out for Jake, asking him to join them in their game. He can't help but to let out a small chuckle as he yells back a short response of ‘in a minute.’

“Again, come on.” His hands move quickly and firmly grasp your arms, helping you back to the same position before. “I’ll be watching, promise.” With a light tap on your shoulder, he rushes off, chasing after your siblings towards the water.

The quicker you got it done, the sooner you would be able to play. You pulled on the string again and released a heavy sigh before releasing the arrow. After several tries of firing shots that missed their mark, you finally managed to hit dead center with one shot. Your eyes widen in surprise, disbelief crossing your face before you jump excitedly, “Did you see that, dad? Did you–”

Your yell was instantly drowned out by Lo'ak's hearty laugh. You couldn't help but feel deflated as you watched your father lift him up onto his shoulders while the others trailed behind them in a fit of giggles. You run towards them, bow in hand. 

“You weren’t watching–” You tried to pull his hand in your direction, gesturing towards the arrow that was still firmly embedded into the red ring you had created on the trunk of the tree.

"Ah, darn, I missed it?" He said between breathy chuckles as Kiri tried to tug on his tail from behind, barely taking note of your work. "Why don't you do it again? This time I'll be sure to pay attention."

“But I want to play with you now.” 

“Dad– Neteyam caught something! It’s huge, come look!” Jake slowly lowers Lo'ak from his shoulders, letting them pull him towards where Neteyam stood. The children squealed at the sight of the fish (with Kiri letting out a few disgusted gags), but Jake reveled in pride. “Yeah, Neteyam, the mighty fisherman!”

You stayed still on the shore watching them– watching him. It was so easy to lose your father’s attention despite your best efforts. You retreated back to your spot, eyes glaring at the arrow sticking out from the tree. If a single bullseye wasn’t enough to impress Jake, then you’d just have to perfect your aim. Your hits will never miss again and you’ll make him proud.) 

You were clueless. If only you knew that there was no satisfying your father, you would’ve spent the days tirelessly training to play instead– to be an actual kid without having the worries of a grown adult. 

You could leave. At the thought of it, your head swiveled towards the unfamiliar path that would take you away from the clan– away from everything you know. You could leave and never come back; take your father’s name and build your own person. There was this selfish thought pricking at the back of your brain that once they noticed your absence, everyone would look for you and even feel sorry for what they put you through; that Jake would be sorry to lose you. 

You wonder what kind of reputation you'd leave for him when everyone realizes you had run away, never to come back. But it was unfair– your mother would be devastated. Neytiri had already gone through enough, were you worth another heartbreak? She didn’t deserve that. 

Suppose you could only dream that Jake would put on an effort for a search party– for him to grow hopeless and regretful while searching for you. You could only dream that he’d run towards you, arms wide open. “You scared me, sweetheart. I thought I lost you. I’m sorry, dad’s sorry.” 

But you’ve been away for hours and no one has reached out yet. They probably assumed that you only needed some time and space to clear your head, not seeing any cause for alarm. The only thing that waited for you back home was a hell of a scolding and a week’s punishment of tending the ikrans. Sighing, you decided to just head back.  

Your steps are careful– silent, as you near your hut again. You expected for the worst. Neytiri could have told Jake to stay guard outside until you finally decided to come home for all you know, but you weren’t ready for another heated conversation with him just yet. So as you make your way back, you stick your neck out behind the bushes, trying to make out of the surroundings. 

Surprisingly, it wasn’t Jake that was waiting outside. It was Kiri. Her figure glows underneath the starry night and it was hard not to be discouraged, but you suppose it was better than having to deal with your father again. 

"Kiri?" You called out in a low voice, and instantly her head snapped up. She quickly jumps to her feet upon seeing your arrival, heart racing as she rushes towards you. Without hesitation, she wraps her arms tightly around you in a hug. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to try and steady herself. “Oh great mother, thank you.”

You tentatively put your arms around her in response, hands patting the top of her head. “This isn’t the first time I ran from home,” Your voice is soft– unsure. 

Feeling your hesitance, she slowly withdraws from you. “But it’s the first time sempul has said something so..” She stops herself mid-sentence, shaking her head as if to clear away her thoughts. “I worry you’d finally want to leave.” 

You stared at her, feeling your insides soften. You could never get angry at Kiri, no matter the situation. You couldn’t just leave. She was your sister still and no one would ever understand you like she does. No one will ever grow you another sibling. As much as you hated yourself, you were meant to watch as she thrives.  

Siblings were such a weird concept; it was hard for you to wrap your head around it. Despite the fact that you could hate them with every fibre of your being, you’d still love them unconditionally and protectively; despise them but burn down the whole universe for their safety. It made no sense to be so full of such strong, conflicting emotions all at once, but she was your sister and that was enough explanation.

“Stupid eywa-powers.” You joke as you take your index finger, lightly pressing it against her forehead. She playfully swats your hand away with a laugh, eyes crinkling.

She silently murmurs, “Not stupid” to herself, a small laugh escaping her lips.

You two slowly sat on your wicker chairs in front of the fire. The seat creaked as you made yourself comfortable. Jake was real handy with his hands back then– made all sorts of things for everyone. Wooden Toruks, comfortable hammocks, and each one a special chair. Everyone’s name was etched on the back and although it was a bit smaller now, considering it was made for when you were toddlers, no one had grown out of sitting on it. 

You smiled at the memory. It was like tradition for the Sully family– a silly one, but loved nonetheless. He first made you the wicker chair and although it was rather flimsy, you argued that Neteyam should have one as well when he came around. 

It was so conflicting– to be able to remember your father was mean, despite being kind, then to know him as kind, despite being mean. You fear Jake could be every word you think of but the word father. 

“Remember that time when we played hide-and-seek and we all thought Lo’ak cheated by hiding back at home only to find out we left him at the forest?” Kiri spoke, eyes fixated at the flames. 

You chuckled, “Yeah, even dad was in on it– told us not to tell mom that we left him.”

“Oh– and that one time they left us to Mo’at to have their little dates and came home to see grandma knocked out and her hut a mess?”

You laughed, rather loudly this time. You remembered the memory like it was yesterday– little Neteyam wrapped from head to toe in bandages as you two tried to play healers; pastes and herbs were scattered everywhere while Lo’ak was playing to his own devices happily (something about kid Lo’ak and wanting to play alone most of the time). “Lo’ak and his lisp trying to explain why he was covered in warrior paint all over his body.”

“Ki-ti told me to do it!” Kiri squeaked out in her best impression of Lo’ak, before both of you burst into smothered laughter— careful not to wake anyone up. After taking a few moments to catch your breath, the area was silent once more. There was no sound other than the crackle of the fire, its flame illuminating the darkness in the vicinity. 

“I’m trying to see the situation in both perspectives,” She starts once the quietness grows unbearable. You averted your gaze, not wanting to talk it out with her.

“I really don’t wanna talk about it, Kiri.” You threw your head back, your eyes burning a hole into the night sky.

“I just don’t want it to explode like what happened a while ago again.” 

You kiss your teeth and let out an exasperated sigh, tongue clicking as you exhale. Deep down you knew that there was no getting out of this situation, so you may as well hear what they had to say. “Fine. What’s your diagnosis, doc?” 

The flap of the hut's entrance is suddenly thrown back, revealing a rather disoriented looking Lo'ak stumbling out. It's clear he had just been stirred from his slumber. “You two aren’t as quiet as you think you are.” He said, his voice low. He made his way over to Kiri and sat down beside her with an audible yawn. “What is it this time?”

“Eywa tells me of your troubles,” Kiri starts, ignoring Lo’ak. “Father isn’t at all the greatest, I know, but he’s trying– His choices aren't really the best, but it’s what he knows. If you think about it, he was just as young once and you don’t exactly become a father twice.” 

“What are you saying?” 

“She’s saying– cut him some slack, maybe?” Lo'ak breaks the stillness with an unexpected remark, his voice quite loud in comparison to Kiri's careful words. His comment catches you off guard and you shift your position uncomfortably on your seat.

“Brother, you really have to stop going out with Spider. You and your lingo is getting harder and harder to discern.” Kiri jabs him from the side, “What he means to say is– maybe you should try being the bigger person instead?”

You let out a deep breath through your nostrils, not enjoying the direction of the conversation. Your brow crinkles in concentration as you try to make sense of why the discussion was taking this turn. You had no desire to pick apart the problem any further and yet, here you were– perhaps Neytiri told them to talk some sense to you? To quiet down for the sake of your old man?

Already sensing your anger, Lo’ak quickly interjects again. “Listen, It’s like,” He turns to you, the grogginess in his expression fading away and being replaced by something more serious. “If dad happens to reprimand us, we save our excuses or any reason we have. The response he wants is an apology and an apology is what you’re going to say– that’s it.”

“But that’s unfair.” You let out a groan, lips turning into a deep frown. “Especially to you and Neteyam.”

Lo’ak only lets out a playful scoff, as if he’s trying to lighten the mood. “You mean, especially to Neteyam. Bro’s an automated machine– expect him to immediately take the blame.” He says, grinning. “I think dad is just.. cracking the code still? Shit, I don’t know. He had to learn to live on two different stars. It must be hard on him.”

“Doesn’t it hurt you? Trying to understand someone older?” 

Lo’ak stills for a minute as heavy silence envelopes everyone. “Of course it does. It stings a lot sis– but I think, no parent deserves a resentful son when all they wanted was for me to be better.” 

Then it crashes down upon you like a heavy sack filled with rocks, a realization pressing directly against your chest as you watch Lo’ak’s face, illuminated against the flicker of the flames– the lights cast an image you failed to recognize before. Your brothers weren’t exactly immune to Jake’s ways either. He was equally as tough on them. 

Maybe you can try for their sake. Maybe you should take the initiative instead of waiting for your father’s open arms. 

“Why don’t you join us tomorrow instead? Take your mind off things. We’re visiting the old shack with Spider,” Lo'ak's hand carefully reaches for your hair, the tips of his fingers ruffling through your braids– a gesture he picked up after Neteyam. You chuckle, suddenly slightly embarrassed. 

“Isn’t it dangerous?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed. 

“It is,” Kiri answers for Lo’ak, giving him a pointed glare. “Tuk heard about it and is begging to come along.” 

“More like blackmailed me– I’ll tell mom if you won’t let me come.” He put on a mocking impression of Tuk, sticking his tongue out in an exaggerated way. Kiri gave him another jab, causing him to hiss in response. “But it should be safe.” 

Kiri rolls her eyes. “We are so getting into trouble.”

“You guys go,” You say, back resting against the chair again. “Think I should fix the situation with dad first before getting in trouble again.” 

You feel Kiri’s eyes on you– gaze emitting a sense of gratitude, almost like a tangible thank you for trying. It’s funny how she’s younger than you and yet she looked out for you more than you had. 

You let out a deep sigh as the three of you settled in, reveling in the quiet serenity of the woods. The soft sounds of the forest enveloped you, providing a sense of calm that was hard to miss. Slowly, it lulled you all to a familiar kind of comfort. 

Breakfast was unsurprisingly silent. 

You felt like the room was full of robots, their limbs jerking and movements mechanically programmed as they ate. As everyone shifted ever so slightly, it seemed almost like they were doing it robotically - stiff and slow. It was like they were walking on eggshells around you and it was hard not to roll your eyes. 

It was painfully awkward– a hard watch as Jake tried hard not to make eye contact with you. Neytiri would occasionally jab him from the side and pinch the fat of his thigh. ‘Talk to her.’ – her glare would send him the message. 

He lets out a sigh before visibly gulping. “Y/n.” 

Your head suddenly jerks upwards from the bowl resting in your lap, startled by your father’s voice calling for you. Neytiri watches in anticipation while your heart pounded madly against your chest. Suddenly, the air fills with tension as all movement ceases. Not a single soul speaks or breathes– waiting.

“Pass the salt.” Jesus Christ. 

You give him a deadpan expression, stretching your arms over to pass it to him. He carefully takes it, shaking it over his already salty meal. Neytiri could only push her hands against her face in frustration, a groan of exasperation coming from deep within. After a few minutes, she finishes up and leaves with Tuk in her arms. The rest follow suit.  

“I’m off,” You finish cleaning up the table, standing up from your seat and grabbing the weapons you needed for an impromptu hunt. Without waiting for a reply, you left Jake alone on the table. 

As you trekked further into the forest, you prayed to Eywa for guidance. You were careful to smear the war paint onto your cheeks and forehead– breathing labored, but focused nonetheless. 

You figured, your father has been doing bad from the recent hunts– only coming home with fruits and small portions of meat, sometimes none at all. It was that kind of season where the animals were out to hide and hibernate. You didn’t know where you got the confidence that you’d be able to return with something, considering the best next best warriors could hardly do so. 

You had to try regardless; you thought that perhaps it could be a way for you and Jake to open up a conversation with each other. Maybe he could soften down his glare a bit when you come home with something to eat– but as hours passed and the sun burned to noon, you were only met with disappointment. 

You stopped by an unfamiliar area, leaning against a tree as you tried to catch your breath. You regret not bringing your ikran with you– just what were you thinking?

As if the great mother had noticed your desperation, a familiar sound roars from a distance. Your ears perked up as you tried to walk through the thick bushes. A lone sturmbeest, drinking by the river. You sighed in relief before hurriedly taking your bow out of your back. They mostly traveled by a herd, but today might just be your luckiest– you stretch your arms, carefully approaching the animal. 

Just this once, you pleaded, be in my favor. 

The journey home was dreadful. You had been carrying meat and a few bones for what seemed like hours on end, feeling the strain in your back from the task. It was a small sturmbeest– presumably female by the size, but it should be enough to provide meals for a week or so. Before you knew it, eclipse approached fast and you were eager to meet your hammock. 

You couldn’t see; unable to hold any form of light as you needed both hands to carry the heavy sack, but the thought of going home with something to proudly show your father rekindled the sense of pride that was long gone; a feeling you hadn't had in a long time– burned by the countless times you’ve tried to gain even a drop of recognition.

You were successful in hunting a sturmbeest when no one couldn’t for the past weeks– your father would be proud and that was all the strength you needed to continue waking. 

Noticing the familiar path back to the clan, a surge of adrenaline courses through your body from the thought of already nearing home. But as the horns blared from the village, you felt nothing but confusion– What could it mean and why this late? You quickened your pace towards them. 

Ikrans flew in, landing at the open space as everyone gathered around. You squeezed your way in through the crowd– stomach churning as the sound of Tuk's cries became more and more clear with every step; but before you could run to your baby sister, you were harshly pulled back. You immediately recognize your father’s calloused hands, but this time his grip was harsh– unrelenting. Careful not to trip on your feet, you steadied yourself, head looking up to meet his glare. 

“Where were you?” 

And just like that, your thoughts come crashing down around you from the sight of your father towering your figure, leaning in slightly. You feel it in the pit of your stomach; this wasn't what you wanted to come home to, this wasn't what you were expecting.

“Sir I–” 

“The kids are hurt,” Neytiri hissed, tugging him sharply away from you. “For once, hold your tongue.”

He gives you one last glance, nostrils flaring as he walks away. That was your cue to trail behind. You walked behind him, eyes cast downwards as your thoughts raced through your mind. Neytiri is quick to come and stand by your side, soft kisses pressed into the top of your head. “Are you hurt, ma’ite? Where were you?” She softly asks. 

You pause, feeling the words on the tip of your tongue leave the moment you try to open your mouth to speak. For some reason, you felt embarrassed— ashamed. 

“What happened?” You whispered as you neared your grandmother’s hut. You glanced back to your sibling’s shivering figures, all of them unable to look you in the eye. Neytiri didn’t answer either– didn’t know how to tell you that they had found them once again. They processed the severity of the situation still, clearly shaken up and scared. 

Everyone stepped inside, Mo'at immediately gathering each of them in a warm embrace. She spoke her thanks to Eywa in a gentle murmur, kissing the top of their heads. Neytiri quickly drew Tuk into her own arms, easing her shaking body. 

“Outside, now.” Jake whispers before leaving. You take one last look around at all the people in the room before finally following him, your palms beginning to sweat as your anxiety intensifies.

Once you both find yourselves in a place where there were no lingering stares or whispers, (and without Neytiri having to save your ass this time), he turns to you, anger just as fiery as before. He strides back and forth, feet heavy on the ground as he attempts to choose his words carefully.

“I–” He started to speak, but then averted his gaze, his jaw clenched tight as he tried again. “Where were you?” 

You try to swallow the lump forming in your throat as you mull over the question, taking a deep breath before finally attempting to answer. “I went out on a hunt. I have–”

“Without telling anyone firsthand? With scattered avatars over the perimeter?” Jake is quick to interject, arms flailing in anger. “Just what were you thinking? You knew about them going to the old shack and you did nothing to prevent it?” 

Your shoulders slump wearily, feeling extremely overwhelmed. “I only wanted to–”

“Jesus Christ, it’s always about what you want, yeah? You with wanting to be olo’eykte, you with wanting to be heard. You and your goddamn wants had us all worried!” 

And as you listen to him raise his voice, you turn younger and younger– until you were that same kid trying to tug on his arms to look at your first hit; that same kid who would do anything just for a moment of his time. It was like being ten years old all over again and realizing that he was slowly slipping away. That’s where you finally decided that Jake— your father, was just capable of unloving a child. 

You take a step back, feeling the frustration boiling over as well. “Well maybe if you were a better father, they wouldn’t have the need to go against you every once in a while!” You shouted with the same volume as his, “You act as if we’re some sort of troops rather than a family–”

“I do it for you– for everyone! To keep them safe! You think it’s easy?” 

“Well you did a pretty good job because from what I see, they’re shaking in their boots inside grandma’s hut!” You sarcastically remarked, “Best dad of Pandora, yeah?” 

“Jesus Christ,” He mutters under his breath before looking up, as if he was pleading for Eywa to lengthen his patience. He then looked at you, eyes momentarily softening. You were breathing heavily, fangs baring. It was funny, he thought. You weren’t his daughter and yet you stood in front of him now looking exactly like him. 

What he didn’t understand was that it wasn't Tsu’tey’s attitude that was passed down to you– rather, it was Jake’s anger you inherited. This was all him. All his fault. 

“I thought I had it good, having Toruk Makto as a father. Five year old me was the proudest, if not a bit boastful too.” You muttered, gaze not meeting his. “There’s this huge difference that draws the line between being the olo’eyktan and a father and you’re doing a real shit job at the latter.”

I miss the latter, you failed to say. 

You failed to see the way his ears flattened against his head, how his shoulders dropped like he couldn’t hold the weight of the world’s pressure anymore– but you were unable to see him. No, you two didn’t see each other eye to eye. To know that you failed your child was something a parent would never want to hear. His own daughter resented him and it was a heartache beyond repair. 

“You think you make parenting any easier for me?” 

“Then I wish you never took me in!” 

It was such a thoughtless thing to do; to utter words that you know will only harm you more than they would ever heal - but it was there, finally out of your system; a though that lingered for as long as you can remember. Why take me in? Why raise a kid you wouldn't be able to care for?

You only wished that words could be undone but neither of you knew when to bite one's tongue back.

“Yeah?” He challenged, letting out a mocking snicker. “I really wish I didn’t– is that what you want me to say? Then go ahead and leave. Find a new family, see if they won’t find you any less difficult.”

And that was the final blow– the push you needed to leave. You looked at him in disbelief, vision blurry with tears. You shoved the bag right to his chest, forgetting it momentarily amidst the shouting session you just had with your father; the one you desperately wanted to present to him. With nothing else to say, you stormed off, leaving him behind. 

Oh Eywa, there is nothing else as undoing as being an eldest daughter. 

believe me, i've been trying to post this since 7 am and it's already a quarter 'til 9. tumblr has got to b fucking w me bec i just ran through at least 4 problems trying to get this on my account

anyway, hellaur. i know this is a bit overdue, but i had to make adjustments because i just had to get everyone's inputs and opinions in! i absolutely LOVE everyone's ideas nd you best believe i am trying to make everything word (also bec of the fact that i am a slow writer, so pls bear w me) hopefully i'm doing the story justice! this part went through a lot of modifications bec i kept feeling unsatisfied (i still am, kinda)

also, i couldn't tag a few people! 'm so sorry, some of the names don't pop up when i type it down ;(

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ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs. werewolf kiri au.

you wake up under a mountain of furs.

light comes flickering from the hearth and, warm and welcoming as it is—you've no idea where you are.

you don't recognize the inside of the cabin; it's certainly not yours, nor is its layout that of any you’ve seen in the village. it's rather plain, with a singular window and table and chair and small fireplace, empty enough that you wonder how anyone could live comfortably with so little.

outside, the winter storm rages on, and there's a howl that cuts through the air that strikes bone-deep.

all at once your memories come back to you: dragged through town with bound hands and ankles, in only a thin night dress, screaming with all your might as the physician that delivered you into this world tied you to an old pine, along with the priest and the man that sold you blueberries in the spring.

people you knew and loved. had trusted.

the memories become hazy after a while, darkening with the night that crept in. you remember your body losing its feeling, but not its fear. you remember the violence of the storm, breaking trees and branches and uprooting the forest floor. you remember the horrible and hulking shape of something rising in the moonlight.

the door shoves open then, with enough force to send you scurrying back into the corner of the room. the blizzard tries to rush inside, but a man stands in its way, leaning back against the wood to keep the wind and snow out where it belongs. he's—big, as tall as the frame and just as wide, with thick hair that he's tied back, messy and low.

he's rosy in his cheeks and on the tip of his nose, as bright as the eyes that snap to you the moment you dare to breathe.

he doesn't say anything, at first. the bag of firewood he sets at his feet settles as he turns to you in interest, eyebrows raised. the clothes he's wearing look—old and worn, certainly not suitable for the storm roaring outside, with the holes and tears in the fabric. the boots he has on, however, seem heavy, have his steps echoing when he moves further into the room.

you pull your knees up to your chest and try to shrink away; beneath your thin dress, your skin has pebbled up, reminding you of just how vulnerable you still are.

your fear translates; the man stops on the other side of the little table, breathing in deeply before raising his hands up in what reads as surrender.

"hello," he finally says, and when you don't respond, he places a thick hand to his dark-haired chest and introduces himself as, "eijirou."

he nods emphatically and then repeats himself, as if to reinforce the name. you only grant him a small nod in return—and he smiles. it's wide, stretching across his face, and friendly, authentic enough that you question whether you're as damned as you thought, or perhaps saved.

how did you even get here? the question finally thaws out from the recesses of your brain and you take another look around the room as if the answer lies between the wood or nestled into the furs. this place looks too hand-crafted, you realize, all of it—and the man before you looks like he could move mountains, if he wanted to.

the chains that had bound you were iron-strong and didn't once budge in all your thrashing, before things went dark—but now you are inside by a well-maintained fire, warm and free, and all that remains of your ill fate are the indentions worn into your wrists.

he's still staring at you, the man. eijirou. he's not moved any closer, either, and when you meet his curious gaze, his lips twist and his eyes narrow. a thoughtful noise comes out of his mouth, like he's thinking of what to say or how to say it, and you're reminded that you don't recognize where you are, nor do you recognize him in the slightest.

big as he is, you don't think he could have carried you too far in a snowstorm such as the one still raging outside; are you still somewhere deep in the forest? in a cabin at the heart of the wood? saved by a man that somehow survives with so little out in the middle of nowhere?

"eijirou," you test the name on your lips and he perks up at the sound, attention snapping back to you instantly. you don't know if it's winter seeping through the floor, or if it's in the way that he watches you, that makes you shiver.

finally, he asks, "cold?" and when you nod, he slowly makes his way over to you, carefully, as if approaching a deer ready to run.

—and then he sheds his shirt with a quick shrug and holds it out to you.

you should want to look away, for decency sake, but you're—stunned by it, by him. there's a litany of scars that paint him in odd and worrisome places, but he stands tall and strong before you, unbothered by his own state. unbothered by the eyes that run over the expanse of his bare shoulders, the dark, thick trail of hair running down from his belly button, the ripples of muscle his loose shirt did well to hide.

you take it from him carefully and it's so warm, almost hot, that you press it to your face immediately to chase away the chatter of your jaw. the material itself, however ragged, is big enough to drape over your curled form like a blanket, and so you do just that. it carries the earthy smell of the woods, deeply woven into the fabric; pine and musk and something smoky.

with your cheek still pressed to his shirt, you look up to thank him, at last, but the words still in your throat at the minute changes of his face: still smiling, though sharper now, somehow, and his eyes are still wide with that keen, rapt interest—but the crimson to them has set like the sun and they've grown just as dark as the night outside.

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You Flinch During an Argument -Kirishima Eijiro

A/n: this took me way too long, so sorry for the wait 🥺🥺

Holy crap this is long.. hope you enjoy this madness <33

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // WC: 2,516

Warnings!: Arguing, one sided argument, mean reader, insecurity, self hate, slight self harm (grabbing at hair), mention of bullies, crying, flinching, and a lot of apologizing. Please let me know if I miss any! <3

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

(it took forever to find this specific gif 💔)

"Y/n- I said that I was sorrry!"

"And I said I don't care anymore!"

"Y/n, please! You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable?! I HAVE ASKED YOU FOR ALMOST THREE MONTHS - YOU ARE SUCH A-"

"Y/n, calm down, you don’t want to say something you'll regret."

"You suck. You're a pig headed, selfish, work obsessed, slobby, jerk."

Kirishima was silent as you insulted him, part of him feeling like he deserved it all.

"Okay, y/n, I understand that I screwed up. And I know that I can't make it all better overnight, but please. You can not drive right now."

"And why not? It's not like I'm under any influence."

"Y/n, it's dark and rainy. That, plus your anger- is a sure way to kill both of us. I can not live without you, Pebble."

"Do not call me that." You seethe, glaring up at your redheaded husband.

Heart aching, Kirishima desperately thought of a way to keep you here with him, not knowing how he would cope if he lost you due to some stupid argument about cleaning.

"J-just stay here tonight. You can sleep in our bed, and I'll sleep downstairs. I won't talk to you, and if you still want to go in the morning, I won't stop you. If you're still angry, Ochako can come pick you up."

Considering the idea, you huff as you cross your arms, glaring at Kiri.

"Fine.. but I have a few conditions. On top of not talking to me, you will not touch, nor look at me. Deal?"

"If you hand me your keys, deal."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Or at least put them somewhere visible."

"Fine, deal."

"Deal." Kiri agreed, shaking your outstretched hand.

~

After you walked in Kiri waited a minute or so before following pursuit, closing and locking the front door with a relieved sigh- simply happy that you agreed on staying here for tonight.

After picking up the living room and washing the dishes, Kirishima deemed it okay to go upstairs to swiftly get ready for bed.

As Eijiro thought about your side of the argument his heart started weighing him down with guilt.

He truly didn't mean to be such a jerk. He didn't think about how overworked and exhausted you were.

In his head, he was going above and beyond picking up after himself, doing the dishes every other day, taking out the trash, folding both his clothes and the fitted sheets, and cooking breakfast almost every morning. He didn't think about the other household chores, how much work caring for the house took, nor how long and hard you worked on top of the house.

You worked shorter hours then he did, that's true, but you still worked hard and desperately tried to be patient with him. For over a month you've been gently asking him to help out more or do this and that for you.

When you asked him to do a specific thing he truly did try his best to get it done as soon as possible. Pausing his game to take out the trash, setting reminders to switch the laundry on his days off, scrubbing pots and pans late at night, and watering the plants most every morning before work.

But he didn't understand when you asked him to 'do more', he thought that he was doing a lot more than average, totally forgetting to consider that you work too and he's not the sole provider.

You had gotten really annoyed with how much you did in the house and how little he did in comparison, and confronted him once again after he got home from work.

He was quite confused and defended himself, not really seeing your side of things. It took ten minutes of arguing back and forth to actually understand your side of things, realizing that due to you both providing you both needed to tend to the house.

Guilt consumed him as he attempted to apologize again and again yet you wouldn't let him talk. After twenty minutes of this one sidedness you got angry and stormed out, telling him that you were going to Ochako's house.

Even though Kiri felt extremely guilty, he was mostly relieved that you didn't leave in these conditions, knowing that he wouldn't be able to function if he lost you for good.

Kiri was snapped out of his thoughts due to the tingling feelings of his hands going numb due to the cold water pouring onto them.

Sighing, Kiri turned off the water before sneakily grabbing a spare blanket, his pillow, and a pair of pajama bottoms from your shared bedroom, refusing to look at you as he hurried out of the dark room.

After changing and settling on the couch Kiri simply stared at the ceiling, going over your side of things and realising how much he screwed up and what he could do to change and start to make it up to you.

~~

You jolted awake as a large crashing sound came from downstairs, hurrying out of bed, you readied your quirk in case of a villain.

"Ei..? Is that you?" You call, poking your head out into the kitchen.

"Yeah- sorry for waking you up."

"It's okay.. but what happene-" you froze as you saw Kirishima on the floor, shattered dishware surrounding him.

"Eijiro what the heck!" You exclaim, reaching out your arm to try and help the pro hero.

"I- I was trying to clean.. I'm sorry.."

At the word 'clean' memories of last night flooded your mind, causing you to drop your hand to your side, irritation flooding your senses.

"Oh, so now you're trying to make three months of neglectness and excuses better in one night?"

"N-no! Not at all! I just wanted to start helping out more!"

"It's three months too late for that Eijiro."

"You're being unreasonable-"

"No! What's unreasonable is you and your selfish laziness!"

"I'm trying! We're both new to living together and I didn't understand before!"

"Whatever. Just get up and go. I'll have to clean up and stop by the store before work."

"What- no! I'll clean it up!" Kiri exclaimed, jumping up from the ground, hardening his skin so he wouldn't get cut.

Shards of glass bounced off of Kiri's hardened skin, flying everywhere. Luckily, you were a pro hero, and had the amazing reflexes that came from that line of work. You dived down, avoiding the injury you would've received.

"Y-y/n! Are you okay?!" Kirishima exclaimed, rushing to your side.

Seeing the sudden movement you flinched, body still under alert.

After realizing what happened your heart dropped.

Oh no.

Kirishima was a gentle soul. He cared for you deeply and was always looking for ways to make your life easier and more enjoyable. There is no way he would take this lightly. He would definitely paint a wor-

You were snapped out of your thought process at the sound of a door closing. Panicking, you realized that Kirishima was xgonex.

"Ei!?" You call, hurrying to check for him in the living room, quickly realising that he left. Panicking, you hurry to slip on some slippers before making your way out the door, rushing to Kirishima's truck before he could pull out.

"Ei wait!" You exclaim, putting one hand on the handle of the truck and the other on his window. After looking down at you, he bit his lip before slightly opening the window so he could hear you.

"Go back in the house Pebble.." Kiri whispered, causing your heart to ache in dismay.

"Eijiro- what's wrong? I wasn't scared of you it was a reaction from the-"

"I don't care y/n. You flinched because of me- I- I need some time."

You could feel tears stinging your eyes as you stepped back, biting your lip as you watched Kirishima put the truck in reverse and slowly back out of the driveway, face heavy with hurt.

As soon as the red truck disappeared from sight you broke, running into the house before falling onto the couch, sobbing into a pillow.

The angered words you spat at your sweet, loving Eijiro flashed through your mind as you cried, guilt weighing you down as you remembered Kiri's heart broken face. Your mind started playing against you, shouting at you for your selfish, idiotic words and how you hurt the one person you cared most about.

'He didn't do anything!'

'You stupid little- he was doing his best! He apologized! And yet you treated him so- so horribly due to a few mistakes!'

'He really doesn't derseve you. He deserves someone as patient and loving as he is.'

'He was so heartbroken! You idiot!'

'I bet he's going to find somone better then you. I would't blaim him either.'

Tears rolled down your face as you sat up to stare at a picture of Eijiro on your wedding day. His red eyes were sparkling as he grinned at the camera, feeling nothing but joy and such love for you.

You two met in elementary school. You saved him from some bullies yada yada and instantly became friends. He was in third grade, you were in second. Your grade difference meant that you didn't get to play much, and so you thought of him as one of your temporary friends. The kind that you met at a park, played once, and then forgot about one another the next day.

But he was.. special. There was something about how the older boy's eyes shone when he looked at you, or how strong he seemed even though he was in tears frequently. You quickly found out that he was special. Even compared to your best friend, Sakura Mei.

You admired him for many reasons. For trying to be so strong even though the bullies' mean words brought him to tears, for how kind he wa -giving up his hard earned treat to a little toddler who wanted it at pick-up, sharing his lunch with a kid that was too late to get his own, having shorter turns so the next kid would get it sooner, and helping his teacher whenever and however possible.

You two became best friends and played with each other after school, causing your parents to create a long lasting friendship as well. For years you thought of him as your best friend, but a crush started to form in middle school, causing you to get confused.

Even when Kiri started to get self conscious and have a lot of self doubt, he was always by your side. Scolding you for having any of those thoughts, no matter how small. And so in return you helped him. Helping with training, bringing him food and water, reassuring him when he needed it, and even holding him as he cried. You were the reason he was able to recover so quickly, and afterwards he got into UA highschool, and you followed pursuit the next year.

After eight months of high school he confessed, and that was it. After you graduated he was there to cheer you on the loudest, and seven months later he proposed. The day of your wedding was full of joy, laughter, tears, smiles, and love. A love that made your chest ache in happiness, causing you to smile a little wider, kiss him a little harder, and fall in love a little harder.

Thinking back about it now, your tears came faster as an aching cold spread through your chest, causing the tears to fall faster.

"Eijiro.." you whimper, hugging onto the shark pillow Eijiro insisted on getting for your newly bought home.

It was crazy expensive, but he told you not to worry about it, and that it was "for our future famly".

"Ei.. I'm so sorry!" You cry, grasping your hair in your hands, tugging lightly but knowing not to hurt yourself or Kiri would be upest and worried.

Pawing for your phone, you unlocked the device before calling the contact "Bakubeast".

"What do you need." Bakugo huffed, causing you to whimper softly, catching the hot head's attention.

"Woah woah- do not cry. Crappy hair would kill me."

"I- I- E- Eijiro-" you rasp, having difficulty breathing and getting your point across.

"Hey hey- y/n calm down." Bakugo panicked, his softer tone helpig you calm down.

He was a good friend of both you and Eijiro, so him being kind to you really did help.

"Y/n/n, breathe."

Gasping for air you try to control your breathing, taking one deep breathe after another.

"Atta girl. Keep on breathing for m- for Eijiro."

Calm washed over you as you exhaled, sighing shakily.

"T-thank you." You whisper, causing Bakugo to scoff.

"Yeah yeah- now why are ya crying? Do I need to kicks some a-"

"No. It's me, not him. I'm wondering, is Ei over there? H-he left and I'm worried about him."

"No he hasn't. When did he leave? You do know that I'm like twenty minutes away, right?"

"That's true.. it's only been around ten.."

"I'll call you if he pulls up. But if you don't mind me asking.. what happened?"

"I'm sure Ei will explain.. I really don't wanna talk about it right now.."

"Okay.. well hang in there and call me if you need."

"Yeah.. okay."

"Have a better night, talk to ya later."

"Mhm.. bye.."

~~Kiri's pov~~

Kirishima felt like screaming.

Even though he knew that you weren't scared of him and it was just a reaction from the glass but it still hurt.

After pulling into his best friend's drive way, Eijiro quickly made his way to the door and knocked, wanting the hot head's opinion and seeking comfort.

"What happened to you?" Bakugo scoffed, opening his door as an invitation to come in.

"Can we.. talk?"

"If you make things right between you and your Cry Baby afterwards- then yes."

~~Your pov~~

You sniffled as you clung to Kirishima's pillow, eyes dry and puffy.

It's been an hour since Bakugo texted him that Kirishima was at his place, and you've been waiting for him to return or at least an update.

Your heart ached and you wanted nothing more than to be in Eijiro's arms and forget all about this horrid arugment. What if he didn't want you anymore.. what if-

You jumped out of bed as soon as you heard the door open, sprinting down the stairs to meet your Eijiro.

"Baby!" You exclaim, jumping into Eijiro's arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you attacked his shoulders, neck, cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips with kisses.

"I am so sorry! I- I said so many mean things to you and- and-"

"Woah woah Baby- calm down." Eijiro cooed, catching your lips in a kiss to distract you from your worries. "I know.. and I forgive you, so.. could you forgive me?"

"Yes! Yes- I am so sorry for-"

Catching your lips in another kiss, Kiri sat on the couch, holding you in his lap as he kissed you, stealing both his and your complete attention.

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⭒KirishimaEijiro⭒

Some of my hcs of Eijiro cus I have rights :)

Follows you everywhere or checks what you're doing just wanting to know if you're safe or need help with something.

Calls you pebble or baby shark.

If you are fine with hair diy he would beg you if he can diy your hair with red.

Once a time he saw a stray dog, just catched it without saying a word and putted him in the car. This is who you two won a dog.

The most manly boy in the world.

Every minute that passes, will give you a hug.

Gives you attacks of kisses.

Loves your cute and little smile (I hc that he finds people with braces amazing).

Once a time you two where at Kiri's house with the Bakusquad boys. While they where playing video games you started feeling sleepy so letted your head lay down on Kirishima's chest, when he noticed he started blushing a lot. So Kaminari gave him a thumbs up like: "I'm so proud of you bro."

Gives you lots of flowers and big smiles.

When you two are at your place loves when you ask him if he wants to do a beauty section with him. He always says yes because he knows that to put the beauty mask on him you'll have to touch his face.

He doesn't give you kisses...he gives you shark bites.

Before sleep he always says who beautiful you are.

One time you founded is hero costume so tried it on to see if it would look good on you. When he found out what you where doing his nose started to bleed.

Always holding hands (sooooo cuuuteeee).

Tiny park dates.

[dirtytransmasc]

silly moments that most certainly happened in my atla!avatar au:

Spider will throw himself off cliffs to scare his siblings. he always catches himself and stays out of sight until they look over the edge and he's just smiling up at them.

Lo'ak is never pleased. none of them are at first, but the girls are airbenders, so they come to see the fun in it. Neteyam is a bender, so he trusts Spiders ability to catch himself. but Lo'ak has yet to gain his bending, so he doesn't understand the inherent trust one can have in their bending, and is very scared of Spider failing to catch himself one day.

he has cried over this one time, and Spider felt really bad, cause he didn't mean to make his baby brother worry so badly, but when he tried to hug his baby brother, Lo'ak just shoved him back off the cliff (he accepted the hug afterwards)

Spider, despite being rather unskilled as a water healer, managed to heal little cuts and scrapes with his haphazard water bending. he'd always heal his baby siblings, treating it like special bug brother magic, by concealing the water bead in his palms, making the injuries ✨vanish✨

this worked extremely well on Tuk, who was steadfast in the belief that it was truly big brother magic, as if it was just another element for her big brother to master as the avatar.

the illusion was broken Spider tried to heal a scrape on Neteyam's nose and he snorted the water. Spider couldn't help but laugh at the silly little kitty sneeze he let out after.

Tuk was crushed.

Kiri casually just. floats. and she has since she was little. that's how her fam found out she was an Airbender.

you will just finding her levitating off the ground in the woods, vaguely bobbing and spinning like a dropped item in Minecraft, and you just have to be ok with that.

it's her enrichment time.

Tuk wanted to learn to glide like Spider and Kiri, especially prior to claiming her ikran. so the siblings work together to make her glider, and they would take her up to the lower cliffs and teach her.

her brothers worry endlessly, waiting on their Ikran, but Spider would never let either of his sisters fall, let alone Tuk.

it takes a good while to get her to actually glide, and she free falls a few times, but Spider is right next to her the whole time. even when she gets scared. he'll just tell her she doesn't need to be afraid, cause he wouldn't let her fall too far. and why should she be scared if he's there?

Kiri is able to just let her baby sister ride her shoulders to get used to the feeling (Tuk will forever demand piggy back rides after this)

it takes over a week before she can glide on her own, but she manages and they're all so proud of her.

they make sure to go out with her at least a couple days a week, and eventually they start teaching her to weave through the forest on her glider.

she hits a couple trees head on... it's fine. she's fine. she gets back up so long as they laugh with her. it may or may not be how she lost a tooth.

when Spider was training his seismic sense and the hypersensitivity from his airbending, he and his siblings would go out to a clearing and blindfold him, and he's try and track them as they attempted to tackle, whack him with a stick, or other way get/tag him. Neteyam will throw pebbles, Kiri and Tuk will mess with the air around them, Lo'ak will... he'll get creative. they're all doing their best to be sneaky and tricky.

at first they tend to win, but Spider isn't deaf, so he will thwart their louder attempts. but as he gets better and better, they get more and more frustrated.

Lo'ak: pouting after Spider pinned him before he could sneak up and tackle him, "I KNOW I HAD YOU THAT TIME, YOU BUTTHOLE!!!" Spider: smirking, patting his head, still pinning him, "I still caught you little brother" Lo'ak: not accepting defeat, despite clearly losing, "BUT I HAD YOU, I DID! I DID!" Spider: helping his baby brother up, "almost 🤭 but not quite 😌" Lo'ak: tail lashing, ears, ducked, pouting, "you cheated." Spider: knowing this isn't possible, "ok baby brother."

Kiri is the only one who can sometimes sneak up on him, as she's a very proficient floater and can do so without causing too much disturbance to the air flow around her, so if Spider's distracted, she can pounce on him.

Spider has sneezed himself up 20 feet in the air. he was sick and his bending was acting up.

Neteyam is horrifically bad at plant bending. he wants to copy his mom and big brother and use it as a weapon or for his crafting or even to make forts like Spider. he is constantly stabbing himself with thorns, or getting tangled in his weaving, or falling from the trees.

he'll stick to his rocks.

Spider tries to make him feel better by building the forts with him (he'll make sure he won't fall through)

Neteyam is really good at making stone toys and figures for them to play with, he'll make them really complex, so they move and whatnot, and they all help paint them and add woven/beaded bits.

one time Spider set fire to his room at Hellsgate cause he got grounded and wasn't allowed to go outside to the forest. he was pissed and he just sorta blew up. he put it out after. but after that he just stopped going back to Hellsgate. he was a very pouty 10 year old and he hated being stuck in a metal box, and he hated being forced to stay there even more. especially since he had to hide his bending when he was there.

while stuck with the Recoms, and his dad, who was also fire benders, he would frequently get into fire fights with them. especially his dad. because what else should he do with his time?

he will also 100% tune Q out by sticking himself in an air ball and floating up into the sky. cause dramatics.

he will shoot lightening at his dad, knowing he can redirect it, but giving the man a heart attack is very important to him (Q lives in fear).

[that's it for now. I'm gonna keep building up this au. I'll go into the events within the water clans when I'm willing to tackle the angst]

[gvcci-bxby]

the arrangement (mini series) - chapter 3: complicated games

neteyam sully x omatikaya reader

word count: 5.3k

warnings: angst, light cursing, fluff, annoying bitch korra, probs misspellings lol

other chapters: chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 4

tagslist: @bakugouswaif @erenjaegerwifee @rav3nh3aven

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Neteyam paces in front of Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk as they gathered in his room. The three siblings were surprised to have noticed Neteyam sneak out of their home, though they all agreed it must have been to see you. Lo’ak and Kiri convinced Tuk to not mention Neteyam’s absence as they were unsure how their parents would react to Neteyam breaking the rules. 

“Brother, I think you’re slightly overthinking things,” Kiri says, watching her brother walk back and forth. 

Neteyam weighed going back to your home to have you go to the gathering in front of his siblings. Neteyam surprised himself, once again, noticing he was thinking about how his actions would be perceived by you. Would it be weird? 

Lo’ak rolles his eyes, watching his brother’s tail flick in concern. “You should just go back and get her. Its obvious you guys are getting along really well, I doubt she’ll think it’s weird.” Lo’ak added, furthering Neteyam’s temptations to go back to you. “Imagine how she’d feel when she hears tomorrow that there was a party that you didn’t bring her too.” Lo’ak says, fully wishing this conversation was over. 

“I want to go to the party! A party sounds fun; we never have parties.” Tuk says, with a pout. 

Neteyam stops pacing, looking at his sibling. “You can’t come to this party Tuk. It’s for grownups only.” 

Tuk whines, as Kiri comforts her. “A party with Korra and her friends just sounds so incredibly fun,” Kiri said, sarcasm lacing every word. “Y/n will have the time of her life.” 

Neteyam sighs, looking at Kiri, “They aren’t all bad, Kiri.”

In response, Kiri only rolled her eyes. Neteyam had decided, he was going back to get you. He promised to himself that if you declined the invite he wouldn’t take it personally – although, he knew he would. 

 “If mom or dad wake up, cover for me, okay?” Neteyam says, as he stepped out the door. His siblings nodded, Tuk still pouting. 

Neteyam took big paces, reaching your window in minutes. Instead of throwing pebbles again, Neteyam calls out your name, hoping for a faster response. 

“Y/n,” Neteyam whispers. Before calling your name again, he waits a moment. You didn’t respond after several attempts to catch your attention, Neteyam concluded that you must have already been asleep. 

Neteyam eyes your window, calculating if he could fit through without bringing attention to his break-in attempt. Neteyam thought he might as well try; your window looked big enough. 

For the first time, Neteyam thanked his father for the brutal workouts he insisted on his son participating in, feeling like he was physical fit enough to make the significant leap to your window. Neteyam positions himself under your window and he jumped, swiftly grabbing onto your home to push himself up and into your room. He lands softly, his eyes adjusting to the dark. 

Off to his right, Neteyam sees you sleeping peacefully, your eyes are closed, your body curled on your side. He watched you for a moment, fighting the intense urge to climb into your bed beside you. Neteyam shook away the urge, re-focusing on what he came to do. He crouched beside your bed, noticing how his large stature dwarfed your bed into doll-size. 

Neteyam places his large hand on your bicep, softly shaking you awake. Your eyes flutter open, then widen at the sight of Neteyam in your room. With the back of your hand, you rubbed your eyes. Neteyam smiled smally, the sight of you waking up almost childlike. 

“Neteyam?” you say, your voice expressing confusion, “Long time, no see.” 

Neteyam laughs, amused by your humor so late at night. 

“I appreciate seeing you again but what are you doing in my room? And how did you get in here without my parents noticing?” you asked, suddenly realizing Neteyam’s proximity to your bed. You swallowed hard, noticing your urge to pull him into your bed. 

“I came through the window; I tried to get your attention, but I assumed you were sleeping.” Neteyam says, diverting his eyes to look around your room. He noticed your little decorations, the small gifts he had given you over the last few weeks. Neteyam smiled, liking the idea of you appreciating his gifts enough to keep them. “We got invited to a gathering and I wanted to see if you would come with me?” 

You frown, “We got invited to a gathering?”

Neteyam shrugged, “Korra invited us; I guess people see us as a pair now.” 

You nod slowly, wondering if you wanted to go. You were tired but exhilarated by the idea of being seen with Neteyam by others in the clan. You sat up, further waking yourself up. “Okay,” you said, “but let’s go out the front door instead.” 

Neteyam laughs, helping you out of your bed. Together, you snuck out of your room, tiptoeing as quietly as you could. Your noticed that you stopped breathing, scared that any sound would send your parents flying out of their room. However, you both made it out your front door, grabbing each other’s hand, running quickly from your home. You couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, the idea of sneaking out of your home again to go to a party with Neteyam exciting you to your core. 

Neteyam navigates you through the forest, seemingly knowing where to go to the party. You wondered who would be there, hoping there would be familiar faces. You acknowledge the risk, though, knowing that most of the Na’vi your age was home and not convening the forest in fear of the RDA. 

As you turn around a row of trees, you heard noise of laughter and youth gossiping. As you approached, Neteyam’s hand in yours, you noticed a group of Na’vi sitting around in a circle, a fire lit in the middle. 

Neteyam brushes branches out of your way, allowing you step into the clearing, the eyes of everyone landing on you and your future mate. Quickly, you took note of those at the gathering. 

Your breath hitches noticing the girls that were in front of you, all of them not friends of yours. Nalu, a girl you had heard whispering about their interactions with Neteyam, eyed you, her eyes flicking between you and Neteyam. A sick, uncomfortable, pit formed in your stomach, and you wished to turn around and go back home. Next to her, Korra, a girl you worked to avoid, stared at Neteyam who stood next to you. 

You were slightly irritated, wondering if Neteyam had considered how it would feel to be at a small gathering with girls who had been intimate with him and girls who were actively pursuing him, despite your arrangement. You felt your tail flick in aggravation, suddenly wishing you hadn’t joined Neteyam. ‘Would he go off with Nalu if I wasn’t here?’ you thought to yourself. 

Neteyam, not sensing your irritation, pulled you along, joining the rest of the group. He guided you over to two open seats on a fallen tree, placing you beside him. With ease, Neteyam engaged in conversations with the male Na’vi that approached him. Instantly, you felt out of place, your eyes shifting to the small groups of people that were talking with each other. 

Neteyam senses your feelings and pulled you closer to him, putting his arm around your waist. You, still irritated, couldn’t help but blush at the gesture. Neteyam made sure to include you in conversations, introducing you to several of his friends. While you knew who they were, children of top-ranking warriors within the clan, you had never directly interacted with them. They were all kind, strong Na’vi that would be Neteyam’s partners in fending off the RDA. 

Eventually, the conversations die down, revealing the hum of the wildlife that lived in the forest. Korra eyed Neteyam’s arm around your waist, wishing the days of you two hating each other still existed. Neteyam was hers, not yours, and she had finally found the opportunity to let you know that. 

“Well,” Korra says, clasping her hands together. “I propose a little game.” Korra looked over at Nalu, exchanging knowing glaces. 

“What’s the game?” An older, male Na’vi asked 

“Two truths and a lie,” Korra says, making eye-contact with you from across the fire. “It’s a simple game, I’ll say three statements and one of you has to guess which one is the lie. At’ok, why don’t you start and pick someone to guess?”

The male Na’vi that sat beside nods, scanning the group to pick someone. He leans across you, nudging Neteyam. “Neteyam, which one of these is a lie? I fly ikran the fastest out of our team, I’m allergic to spartan fruit, or you embarrassed the shit out of yourself in training last week.” The group laughed loudly, recalling the mistake Neteyam had made during training. 

“Sadly,” Neteyam says between laughs, “The lie is that you’re allergic to spartan fruit.” 

You laugh too, amused by Neteyam and his friends. The game continued on successfully, everyone enjoying the ability to be carefree and not think about chores, training, or responsibilities that awaited them once the sun woke up. Laughing was contagious among the group, and you started to loosen up, deciding to address Neteyam’s past later on. Little did you know, someone else had other plans. 

It was Korra’s turn, and her eyes laying right on you. “Y/n,” Korra says, sickly sweet smile on her lips. “Which is the lie? My favorite color is pink, I’m left-handed, or Nalu fucked your future mate?” 

Silence blanketed the group, surprised looks plastered on everyone’s face. You couldn’t take your eyes off of Korra, her motives of inviting you here now very clear. You are ashamed, although you hadn’t done anything wrong at all, and felt like shrinking into the forest. 

Beside you, Neteyam is in shock, utterly confused by Korra’s statement that he had any relations with Nalu such as intercourse. “Korra, what the hell are you talking about?” 

Korra’s demeanor changs, turning innocent right in front of everyone’s eyes. “What? I think it’s pretty clear which is the lie – I’m right-handed.” She said, holding her right hand up, wiggling her fingers. 

Neteyam blinks at Kora, then at Nalu, understanding that their efforts were to make you feel uncomfortable and out of place. Neteyam hoped, with all he had, that you hadn’t heard or believed the rumors girls created about him. But it was clear, that you did. 

You stand up abruptly, stepping over the fallen tree to leave the group. Neteyam stands up too, following you out. Your paces were large and fast, moving every ounce of energy to get yourself home as fast as possible. You don’t turn around once, despite Neteyam calling after you. 

Neteyam felt all the progress you and he had worked towards fall around him as he ran after you through the forest. The sun was starting to rise, the once black sky was now a deep blue, illuminating the forest around you. Your body and mind were tired, exhausted from getting no sleep. You felt your eyes burn, tears threatening to spill out. You felt like such a fool, feeling dread having to show your face around the village after Neteyam’s personal activities were spilled out to the other Na’vi. 

“Y/n,” Neteyam says, grabbing your bicep and spinning you around, “Can we please talk?” 

 You huff, bewildered by Neteyam’s audacity to attempt to repair what happened. “Talk about what, Neteyam? That you’ve been awfully public about your sexual activities with every Na’vi in this clan?” 

Neteyam flinches, surprised by your tone. “What? No, let me explain.” Neteyam feels a pang of disgust that girls would make up such vivid, detail lies about him and spread them around. 

You hold up your hand, turning away from Neteyam. “I don’t want to talk to you; it’s been a long night.” 

Neteyam closes his eyes wishing he could go back to standing in the river with you, holding you so close to him. He wished he had never gone back to get you to go to the gathering, hating himself for not recognizing that any invitation from Korra had her personal motives wrapped into it. 

“Y/n, come on.” Neteyam begs, following you to your home, “It’s not what you think.” 

You reached your home, neglecting to consider if your parents were awake. You walk up your front steps, half-turning around to glance at Neteyam. “You know Neteyam, I think the problem is that it’s exactly what I think.” And you opened your front door quickly and slammed it just as fast. 

Before your parents could enter the living room, you sought refuge in your room. You collapsed in your room, the tears finally spilling from your eyes. You felt so foolish, believing that you and Neteyam could work. Instead of re-living all the memories you had made over the last several weeks, including the visit to the river earlier that night, memories of Neteyam and his pranks filled your mind. You rolled over, the images of Neteyam being intimate with girls rolling around in your mind. 

You had been an exceptional person, refraining from being a troublemaker to be able to fulfill your Eywa-given duties. You had never taken it lightly, knowing only few are chosen by Eywa to be leaders of an entire village, an entire clan. You had remained innocent, whatever that meant means now, only flirting with others but nothing more. You had decided early on you would remain pure for your future mate, for Neteyam, as you watched your peers pair up, making love in the deepest parts of the forest. Because of your choices, you felt like an outcast, everyone always commenting on your innocent, rule following, nature. The whole time, Neteyam had been sleeping with others, forgetting the need to stay pure for each other. 

You sigh in attempt to release your pent-up emotions that weighed you down. Images flood your mind, damaging the belief that you would mate with someone for the first time, together. 

Your body is engulfed with sleep, no longer able to stay awake, your dreams flooded with clips of you and Neteyam, bodies close, lips hovering over each other’s.

Across the village, Neteyam felt like life was over. Lo’ak who had just woken up noticed his brother who had concern and angst written all over his body. 

“Bro?” Lo’ak says, looking at Neteyam who entered through the front door. “What’s wrong?” 

Before Neteyam could answer, Kiri bursts through the door, her eyes wild. 

“Brother, you truly fucked up.” Kiri says, shaking her head. 

“Where have you been?” Lo’ak says, turning to look at Kiri. “I woke up and you were gone.” 

“I have my own places to go and people to see.” Kiri said, a secretive tone lacing her words. “But boy, did I hear some interesting gossip. Told you y/n would have fun with Korra and her friends.” 

Lo’ak perks up, now curious. “What is she talking about, Neteyam.” 

Neteyam shakes his head, squeezing his eyes closed. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” 

Kiri raises her eyebrows, “Is any of it true?” 

Lo’ak huffs, “Hello? Anyone want to fill me in?” 

Nonchalantly, Kiri says, “Korra made everyone play some stupid ass game where she aired out that Neteyam had sex with Nalu in front of y/n.”

Lo’aks mouth gapes open, his eyes wide with concern. Lo’ak always saw Neteyam as the perfect son, always following the rules. Hearing that his brother had relations with other girls when he was in an arranged mateship surprised him. 

Kiri crosses her arms, “So? Is it true?” 

Neteyam shakes his head, “No! None of it! Y/n won’t listen to me, I didn’t even get to explain to her that I didn’t do anything that Korra, Nalu, or any of these girls claiming to have slept with me are saying.” Neteyam feels defeat as he leans against the wall, realizing how bad this looks for you and him. 

“Well, you better figure it out because if mom or dad catch wind of what Korra said he’s going to skin you alive.” Lo’ak says, shifting in his seat. 

Neteyam’s skin crawls, forgetting how his dad has ears everywhere, knowing Jake will hear the rumors eventually. Nothing stays hidden in Pandora. 

Neteyam shakes his head, “I’ll figure something out.” 

Kiri sighs, shaking her head at her brother. Kiri saunters to her room, leaving Lo’ak and Neteyam together. 

“Where is dad?” Neteyam says, glancing at Lo’ak from his position on the floor. 

Lo’ak opens his mouth to answer but before he can speak, the kitchen door swings open hard, hitting the wall. Jake stands in the doorway, eyes searching for Neteyam. 

“You,” Jake says, pointing his finger at his oldest son. “Have a lot of explaining to do.” 

Lo’ak retreats to his room, too, glancing at his brother to offer him a sympathetic look. 

“For your sake, I hope to Eywa that these stories I’m hearing from your little jaunt into the forest, past curfew I may add, are bullshit.” Jake says, pulling a chair from the table and pointing at it, signaling to Neteyam to sit on it. 

“They are father,” Neteyam says simply. 

“Why would these girls make up rumors like that if they aren’t somewhat true.” Jake asks, cocking his head to the side. 

Neteyam shrugs, “I don’t know, sir. Korra has made it clear she likes me, and I guess she wanted to make y/n feel jealous.” 

Jake scoffs, shaking his head. “You know how important this arrangement is – to us, to y/n, to Eywa. You’ve been making such great progress with each other and now this happens?” 

Neteyam sighs, “I know, sir.” 

“So, it’s not true? What Korra said about you and Nalu?” Jake asks, hating to intrude on his grown son’s personal life.

Neteyam shakes his head, “None of it is true. I’ve been waiting for the ceremony, for y/n.” 

Jake lets out a breath of relief, “Good, son.” Jake contemplates telling his son the newest revelations on the ceremony but decides it was best to let him know now. “Bad timing to bring this up but your mother and I, and y/n’s parents, have decided to host the ceremony next week. The RDA has plans to invade the village soon and it’s important that the ceremony is done in case anything was to happen to your mother and I.” 

Neteyam looks up, surprised by how soon the ceremony is. He thought he’d at least have several more weeks or months. 

“-Which is why it’s essential for you to make things right with y/n.” Jake says, noticing his sons concerns. 

Neteyam nods, “I will, sir. I really like y/n.” 

Jake smiles, clasping his son’s shoulder. “You are great for each other. This is just something you both have to work through.” 

‘A week.’ Neteyam thinks to himself. ‘I’ll be officially mated in a week.’

Neteyam thought about his life up until now, still remembering his childhood. Life had seemed to go by so fast, the expectations of being a future leader aging him early. Now, in a week, he was going to be a husband, a mate, a partner. And you could barely look at him. 

After the conversation with Jake, Neteyam shrinks away to his room, unable to face the village that’s outside. Although the rumors were untrue, constructed by others, Neteyam felt guilt for your feelings being so low. All he wanted to do was hug you, place your small body between his arms and will you to feel happier. It had only been several hours, and he already missed you. 

Neteyam lays on his bead, staring at the ceiling, thinking of ways to get you to talk to him. He supposes he should leave you alone for now, letting you heal from the chaotic night. Eventually, Neteyam fell into a sleep. 

--

You wake up in the late afternoon, the bustling village announcing itself outside your window. Flashes of Neteyam outside of your window, then next to your bed, flashed through your mind. You groan to yourself, your head pounding. Your mouth felt dry, and you seek out water. You walk into your kitchen area, your mom humming to herself as she folded rice in leaves. 

“Good afternoon, young lady.” She says, amused by your choice to sleep in. Your mother was still completely unaware of your long night out, or the rumors circulating around the village. 

You sat at the table, your mom moving quick to put down a cup of water. “Are you feeling okay?” Your mom asks, noticing how you had your head resting in your hands. 

You nod, then shake your head. “I have such a headache.” 

Your mother coos, rubbing your back. “Being a future clan leader has it’s perks and it’s challenges.” Your mother says, jokingly. 

Since you were a baby, your mother had pushed you to be great. When the seeds from the tree of souls surrounded your infant body 20 years ago, it furthered her motivations to create the perfect daughter. You had complied, recognizing how happy it made your parents to be the ultimate rule follower. Since the conversation with the Sully’s several weeks ago, your mother has been practically bouncing at the idea of your ceremony being in the near future. She was proud that her daughter would be the leader of the great Omaticaya clan, a mate to the son of Toruk Makto and the future leader of the clan. She had been pressuring you to be ladylike, an elegant speaker. All she could do was talk about the ceremony. 

“I know something that would make you feel better!” Your mother exclaims, seating herself next to you at the table. “Jake and Neytiri have decided that you and Neteyam’s ceremony will take place in exactly a week. Preparations have already started taking place.” 

You glance at your mother, “Why would that make me feel better?” 

Your mother frowns, “What? I thought you’d be happy to hear that, you and Neteyam have been spending so much time together lately.” 

You sniff, glad that your mom hasn’t heard the rumors. You groaned softly, everything rushing back to your already throbbing head. “Things change, mother.” You said, hoping she didn’t ask any further questions. 

Your mother raises her eyebrows, deciding it’s best to leave you alone. “There’s some food on the counter when you get hungry.” And with that, she saunters to her room. 

‘A week.’ You think. A few days ago, you would have been excited but all you feel now is dread. You fold your arms on the table, resting your head down. You don’t know how much time passed when a knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts. 

When you open the door, Kiri stands in the doorway. You are happy to see your dear friend but wonder what her motives are to pay you a visit. “If you’re here to advocate for Neteyam, don’t.” 

Kiri rolls her eyes, “Hello to you too, sister.” Kiri pushes her way into your home, heading for the kitchen. “Has your mom made any of those rolls I like?” You laugh, remembering that Kiri loves your mom’s cooking.

“Kiri, what are you doing here?” you ask, watching your friend look any sight of your mother’s cooking. Kiri turns around, a puzzled, annoyed look on her face. 

“What? Am I not allowed to visit my friend that I haven’t seen in ages since she’s been courting my brother?” 

You give Kiri a look, shaking your head. “You know you’re always welcome here.” 

“Your tone says otherwise, y/n.” 

You sigh, sitting back at the table. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors.” 

Kiri hums, “I thought you didn’t want to talk about that.” 

“I said I didn’t want you to advocate for Neteyam.” 

Kiri came over to where you were seated, “You can’t expect for me not to advocate for my brother. Plus, you haven’t even talked to him, you may be surprised at what he has to say.” 

You sat up, eyeing your friend. “What do you mean?” 

“It’s not for me to say but you should at least talk to Neteyam. You can’t just trust Korra and Nalu are telling the truth, everyone knows they will do anything to get attention from any male Na’vi.”

You frown, considering what Kiri was saying. 

“It’s fine to be mad now, or whatever, but at some point you have to have a conversation with Neteyam.” 

You sigh again, shaking your head. “Why is everything so complicated?” 

Kiri laughs, “Just wait until you’re Tsahik.” 

You consider everything Kiri has said. Maybe it would be good to hear him out. You shook the idea off. You needed space. 

Kiri brushes a lock of your hair away from your face. “Consider it, sister. You only have a short time until you consummate your relationship. It’s better to get along with your mate to do that.” 

You blush at the idea, your cheeks heating up. “I’ll consider it, Kiri.” 

Kiri nods, hoping you truly do. She so badly wants to shake you and tell you Neteyam has never been with anyone, but she knows that’s not her information to tell. 

--

It’s been 5 days since you’ve talked to Neteyam, although you’ve caught glimpses of him a few times. You watched Neteyam walk off to training, in deep conversation with his father, as you carried bundles of fruit to the village, helping your mother with the errand. Another time, you caught him looking at you, his tail flicking slowly, as you walked passed him with one of your friends. 

You badly wanted to walk up to him, deeply missing his embrace and his company. You missed the exhilarating feeling of being around him and the way your skin tinkled underneath his touch. Still, in the back of your mind, Korra’s statement repeated in your head. 

Preparations for your ceremony were developing at a fast speed, the middle of town beginning to be decorated and set up for the feast. Your arrangement was set to end tomorrow, and you had lost the ability to think about the ceremony, feeling as if you were viewing what was happening from outside your body. 

You went where you were told, being brought fitted by the village tailors for your ceremony dress by your mother. She ooed and awed at your outfit, and you couldn’t deny it was beautiful – you looked beautiful. Your top was intricate, decorated with white webbing and peals intertwined together. Your bottoms were just as beautiful, strings of pearls covering your sensitive parts. You thanked the tailors, knowing it must have taken hours and hours to make. You looked at your reflection, wondering what Neteyam would think. You diverted your eyes away from your reflection when you thought about how Neteyam would be the one to take this off after the ceremony. 

The village had never looked more festive as it’s not often the Omaticaya clan gets to celebrate the induction of new leaders. There was a long table placed in the middle of the village square, chairs and decorations for the table being added on the table every day. A platform had been built at home-tree, beautiful arrangements of flowers creating a backdrop for your mateship ceremony. 

Your heart thudded in anticipation, as you took in the scene. You were going to be mated, officially a spouse to Neteyam. You aren’t sure that reality has fully settled in your mind. 

Now, you take in the sight, watching some from the village work on your ceremony preparations. Those who pass by congratulate you on your impending marriage and wish you good luck. 

 “Y/n,” A voice, Neteyam’s voice, says behind you. 

You turn, swallowing hard. Neteyam stands behind you, a bow in his hand. You notice he has his hunting gear on, a knife placed in his thigh band. “Neteyam. Off to hunt?” You ask, formally. 

He nods, “Yeah. It’s for our ceremony.” 

You gulp hearing him acknowledge your mutual impending event. You nod, not knowing how to respond. 

“Look, I have to go, my dad is waiting for me. But can we talk later tonight? Meet me right here at nine? Please?” 

Before you can stop yourself, you speak. “Okay.” 

Neteyam breathes out, relieved that you agreed. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” Neteyam keeps his eyes on you, his mind circulating about your beauty. Finally, he turns and walks towards the forest where his father and the other hunters wait for him. 

You turn back to the event being prepared in front of you. ‘This is all being done for me, for us.’ You think. It all becomes a little more real. 

You keep yourself busy until the time you are supposed to meet Neteyam. However, there isn’t lack of activities as your mother has been preparing you all evening for tomorrow. A steady stream of visitors has flowed in and out of your home, villagers paying you a visit of respect and congratulations. Neytiri pays you a visit as well, spending several hours with you and your mother. 

“My son cares about you deeply, y/n.” Neytiri says, taking the hairbrush from your mother who was freshly braiding your hair. With slow strokes, she brushes your long, thick hair. “Eywa made no mistake in pairing you two together, do recognize that.” You stay still, listening to your future mother-in-law’s words. You knew she was right but why did Eywa let things get so messy? 

Neytiri continues to talk to you, asking if you were nervous about tomorrow. You tell her yes and she rubs your back with the palm of her hand. “You will be taken care of; you were not chosen by mistake.” 

--

Neteyam, deep in the forest, aims his arrow at his target, although he could barely focus, his mind was too focused on you. He thought about how his heart had thudded earlier just at the sight of you. It had been almost a week since you last talked to him, and he had reverted to juvenile physical responses at the lack of interaction with you. 

Neteyam lets go of the arrow, successfully adding a kill to the group tally. A group of the clan’s finest hunters had joined him and his father to gather food for tomorrow banquet. His mother had insisted the meat be as fresh as possible, causing the hunters to be out the night before to collect the food. 

Neteyam could tell it was time to meet you by the timing of the sunsetting several hours before. 

“Dad,” Neteyam says, moving towards his father. “I have to meet y/n, is it okay if I go back to the village?” 

Jake nods, sending another hunter off into the woods. “Yeah, straight to the village, no diversions.” 

Neteyam nods, appreciating his dad’s nervousness about him being captured as he moved away from the group of hunters to go back to the village.

Thankfully, the group had ventured far into the woods and Neteyam was able to make it to the village in time to meet you. From the edge of the forest, Neteyam could see that you hadn’t yet arrived at the spot where you were supposed to meet. 

Neteyam steps into the clearing, making his way to stand and wait for you. 

“Neteyam! The future Olo’eyktan, I’ve been looking for you.” Korra says, coming out of nowhere. Neteyam rolls his eyes, shaking Korra off as she clings on to him.

“You aren’t seriously talking to me after the shit you pulled the other day, are you?” Neteyam says, looking down at Korra. 

Korra pouts, fighting off Neteyam pushing her away. She reaches out to stroke Neteyam’s cheek with her fingers. Neteyam is about to push her off again when he notices you watching off to the side.

Your stomach churns, watching the sight. Neteyam pushes Korra off, as you turn to walk away. Before you fully turn around, Korra offers snickers at you, sauntering off into the east side of the village. When you and Neteyam made plans to meet later, Korra was just around the corner making her own.

[archer-fb]

Kiri calls you pebble

"Oh come on pebble, you can take me. You know it fits"

"Pebble! We're gonna be late come on!"

"Look at you pebble, taking me so well. Fucking built for me"

"Pebble, you look fantastic, now let's go already."

"Such a good girl/boy, aren't you, pebble?"

[byunpum]

Hi! I love Experiment 56! I was wondering if you could give a description of Y/N? Is the queue the only characteristic that they have in common? Or are there other things?

Y/N Characteristics:

Y/N has the distinguished queue of the na'vi.

Y/N can breathe the air of pandora, and the normal air of humans.

She has moles and freckles all over her body, but these are found more on her face. These can glow in the dark just like that of the na'vi.

Y/N's canines are larger than a human's. They are the same as those of the na'vi. The only thing is that they are the ideal size for her mouth.

Y/N has long ears similar to those of the na'vi. But they are in the same position of a human.

Y/N shares the same hearing ability of the na'vi.

Y/N has long hair, and the same color as the na'vi.

She also shares some internal characteristics with the Na'vi female. Scientists cannot explain it.

Neytiri swears she has seen some blue moles.

Fun facts:

Y/N likes to wear her hair in a braid that connects to her queue. The only people allowed to do it are kiri and neytiri.

She likes to decorate her hair with two braids on the side of your face. In one she has beads just like neteyam's, and in the other braid she has family beads, one for each member of the family.

You have a bracelet on your biceps, mo'at made it especially for you. You don't know why she made it, but she said it was a gift from eywa.

And y/n she likes to adorn her top and loincloth, with beads and pebbles that she likes to collect. And if they are seashells even better.

Y/n shares a foot bracelet, with jake. This one has called it "the fraternity of the mixed" it's a joke between you and him. You like it, because it makes you feel closer to your father.

y/n have a bracelet on your left hand, just like neteyam, he made it for you. As a way of formalizing the relationship.

From Y/N's neck hangs a military necklace with some badges. These were a gift from Quaritch and lyle. As a proof of loyalty and friendship.

[droopycoquette]

Leave Your Mark || Izogie x black!reader

Summary: After witnessing you and the Europeans together, Izogie feels she needs to make her claim on you more known. 

Warnings: established relationship, smut, oral(r!receiving), possessive!izogie, fluff, black!reader, fem!reader, top!Izogie, soft!dom!Izogie

Word count: 3.5k

A/n: Ya’ll I found asmr that sounds exactly like Lashana Lynch (๑>ᴗ<๑) Link

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Your breathing was steady as you stood behind the king’s throne, greeting his guests. Your eyes contained a small glow, the only hint of your emotions. Excitement to see the trial of the young Agojie trainees tickled your skin as your face stayed in an inviting yet regal look. 

“Your Portuguese is perfect, my king,” the man in front of you gleamed, the look of a snake in his eyes. 

“Yes, well,” Ghezo started, motioning to you. “This lovely woman has been of great use to me, her Portuguese is perfect and she is an excellent teacher.”

At that, you bowed your head to him, your heart warmed at his words. As your head rose back up Ghezo nodded his head, a sign he was dismissing you. Your chest thumped at the event that was to take place in a couple of minutes. Your desire to see your love entering your bloodstream through your veins. You rushed to where Ghezo’s wives were sitting, your skirts rustling under you as you sat next to Shante. Quickly, the wives began to talk to you, asking what the King and the two European men were talking about, giggling at the newest palace gossip. 

“Did you know that Kiri, that maid I was telling you about,” Shante began. “Well, she and one of the infantrymen were caught together in the kitchen, and he’s married.”

You gasped, leaning in as she did. 

“And that’s not all, turns out she was also sleeping with the man’s wife,” she giggled. 

You began to giggle at that as well, the rest of the women laughing at Shante’s story, throwing in bits of extra information. Your worry for the trial spiked when you looked at the course they would be running, shivering as you gazed at the long thorns. You cringed at the thought of them and how deep they would puncture the skin. The heat would not help the trainees either. 

“Let us begin,” Ghezo commanded, silencing everyone. 

Your lips stayed still as the great doors opened, dust flying as the Agojie entered. You fought a small smile as you watched Izogie lead the trainees, a battle that you lost quickly as a small grin kissed your lips at the sheen of gloss covering her skin, her ankles wrapped in shells and leather, her face stern and unbending. The same pieces of leather jewelry could be found on her biceps as well, fighting against the muscles as she moved. 

“I’m beginning to think you like her more than you let on,” Shante smirked, her gaze fixed on the trainees. 

“What? Who,” you asked, your interest peaked. 

“Izogie.”

At that your face dropped into a glare, eyebrows furrowing and lips piercing. You kissed your teeth as your point of focus shifted to the trainees. 

“You’re just looking for drama,” you stated, eyes rolling before falling on the commander encouraging the young girls.

The beautiful, muscular woman moved towards you, making you scrunch your skirts up in anticipation. Her thighs flexed as she moved towards you, her bare feet kicking up dust and small pebbles. Her beauty never ceased to amaze you.

“Sure,” Shante muttered. 

You paid her no mind as Izogie turned around and stood at attention, giving you a full view of her back muscles. Her arm could be found in the small of her back while her other one grasped the handle of her blade. As the gun sounded, her arms flexed in reaction, clenching her sword. 

Your attention was broken as the girls screamed in pain, blood seeping through their white tunics. You cringed at their suffering. Watching as some broke free, you felt Shante grab onto you and you gripped back, gritting your teeth at the thorns in the young trainees’ foot. The trial was over in minutes, Nawi claiming victory. As the girl clamored over to the King, Shante shook you in delight at the victory making you giggle. As you looked at the victor, you felt someone’s gaze on you.

Izogie couldn’t help but stare. You’re beauty sparking bursts of joy in her chest. Your garments hugged your body and your jewelry framed your face perfectly. Izogie didn’t know much about dressing, but she did know that you were good at it. Your outfit was proof. She sucked in a breath as your smile came into view, your hair catching the breeze as a couple of strands hit your face. Izogie’s thumb brushed your initials on the handle of her blade, remembering when you smiled as you gave the sword to her. 

“Now, I’ll always be with you when you go into battle,” you had smiled, your muscles straining to hold the heavy object.

Izogie wished to smile as the memory entered her head, but all she could do was bite her tongue and wait till you both were alone. 

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You sighed as the back of your head hit the ledge of the communal bath, your hair tied up in a bun so as not to get wet. The water kissed your skin sweetly, washing away the sweat and dirt the day had brought you. The temperature of the water contrasted with the heat of the day so perfectly causing you to close your eyes and let your mind go blank. The world behind your eyelids went black as you breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard right by your head, making you snap your eyes open. 

“Someone’s comfortable,” Izogie smirked, standing right over you. 

“My love,” you giggled, turning around to face her. 

Your eyes never left her as she sat on the ledge, her feet dangling in the water. Her white attire for the ceremony had changed to loose garments, one of a citizen of Dahomey. She looked relaxed. A sight very rare, even for you. 

“Come,” she smiled softly, her raspy voice caressing your ear. “Lay your head.”

You quickly complied, your back facing her and your head resting on her perfectly, pillowy thighs. Feeling the skin dip at the weight of your head and the smooth texture on your cheek. She smelled of incense and palm oil. You found comfort in her scent and began turning your nose closer to her thigh, nuzzling the muscly flesh. 

Her hands worked to undo your bun, her fingers expertly navigating your curls. 

“Are you enjoying your time with the two white men,” Izogie asked, her fingers finding your scalp. 

“Malik is mmh,” you moaned, making Izogie chuckle. “Malik is half white. His mother was Dahomey. And it’s-”

Your voice faded out and your eyes close again as you felt her nails digging into your spots, Iogie knew your body so well, she could navigate every inch with her eyes closed.

“You’re amazing,” you breathed. “Have I ever told you I love your nails?”

She began to lightly pull on your hair, tugging only enough to give a nice sensation, not to hurt. 

“Only 3 times a day,” she smiled down at you. 

Your eyes opened and watched as the warrior concentrated on your head massage. Her eyebrows furrowed and her tongue poked out of her mouth slightly, glossing over her top lip. Your attention drifted to her shoulder, where you patched up a stab wound caused by a competition. She smiled proudly that day. 

“When it heals,” she began. “It will be another scar you can kiss.”

“What are you smiling at,” Izogie whispered. 

“You,” you whispered back, your eyes gazing into hers dreamily. 

Izogie stopped breathing, her lips parting slightly and her eyes wide in shock. 

“You didn’t finish what you were saying earlier,” she coughed in an attempt to divert attention from herself. 

“About the white men you mean,” you giggled. 

She let out a small ‘mmhm,’ but refused to look at you. 

“It’s going fine,” you breathed, allowing her to calm down. “Speaking Portuguese has made me a great asset to the king.”

“I can see that,” she agreed, chuckling.

You both were silent after, enjoying the feeling of love and contentment as they swirled around your figures. Your hands came up underneath the commander’s calves as you caressed them, feeling them tighten up at your touch before relaxing. The sound of the water drops dripping from your hand filled your ears. 

“I miss you watching me during sparring sessions,” Izogie sulked. 

“I miss watching you,” you chuckled lovingly, eyes closing.

Izogie reached down to the top of your arm and guided it out of the water, her finger trailing to your hands, before bringing it to her lips. Causing a jolt of electricity to erupt from your abdomen

“And what should we do about that, my princess,” she rasped. 

“Ah, essa mulher,” you moaned, enjoying the pillowy feeling of her lips. Ah, this woman. 

“Oh,” Izogie smirked. “I think I have a couple ideas now.”

You felt her lean down as her breath kissed the cusps of your ear. 

“Portuguese, my love, really? You know what that language does to my body.”

You turned around and placed your crossed arms on her lap, before gazing at her through your eyelashes. 

“That was the idea,” you teased, an innocent look in your eye. 

“Leave.”

Both your heads snapped to the source of the sound coming from the entrance. Nanisca. 

“We just were Meganon,” Izogie sighed quickly standing before lending you a hand. 

“Hello Nanisca,” you greeted as you felt Izogie’s arms around you, helping you out of the pool.

The general only gave you a small head nod, the look of exhaustion telling you that that was the extent of her socialization capabilities. 

“Come on, my love,” Izogie whispered to you. 

You walked out of the bath as quickly as possible, the crisp night air hitting your wet skin, causing you to erupt in goosebumps. Izogie quickly wrapped her arms around you from behind, kissing your shoulder before placing her head on it. 

“Someone’s comfortable,” you mocked. 

“Hush,” she groaned, causing you to laugh. 

You enjoyed the feeling of her weight on you, leaning your head on hers. 

“You know,” Izogie began softly. “I watched you today, with Shante.”

“You were,” you responded, a light air of shock in your voice. 

Izogie’s arms adjusted as she tightened her grip on your waist. 

“I was. And you looked beautiful. All I could think about was the fact that you’re mine. Everyone couldn’t stop staring at you,” she breathed, placing light kisses on the side of your neck. “ I wanted to take you right there, in front of everyone,” 

At her words the electricity came back, jumping between your abdomen and your inner thighs. Izogie noted the change in your breath and how your hands came to cover hers.

“Especially in front of those Europeans. I bet they couldn’t dream of a woman’s lips on another’s,” Izogie allowed one of her hands to wander up to your breasts and the other down to your heat. “Couldn’t imagine a woman’s tongue deep inside the juices of her lover.” 

Her teeth sank into your nape, forcing a small gasp to leave your lips. 

“Izogie plea-” you began before a shriek took over. 

You often forgot how fast Izogie could be, in a matter of seconds she had you thrown over her shoulder, a sharp snap resounding in the air as her hand came into contact with your backside. Her shoulder’s flexed at the new weight but paid no mind as she kept her quick pace, casually walking back to your shared room. Truly it was your room, but somehow Izogie managed to convince the king that you need overnight protection, allowing her to stay with you. 

Izogie smirked as you unknowingly wiggled your hips, searching for the pleasure only she could give you. She gave you another hit, this one a little more painful than the last. 

“Izogie,” you shrieked at the contact. 

The warrior stayed silent as she entered your quarters hidden behind a curtain of silks and linen. Setting you onto the floor and stripping you in no time at all. 

“Wouldn’t want your bed to get wet, now would we,” she breathed, before forcefully kissing you. 

One of her hands caressed your face, her thumb brushing the apple of your cheek while the other, slipped to your hip, forcing you closer. Her tongue lapped at your lips before twirling around yours, saliva and breath mixing. 

“You’re mine,” she groaned. “Yes?”

“Yes,” you gasped, gaze flitting from her lips to her eyes. “Always.”

“Go lay down, princess.”

You moved to obey her immediately, laying down on your padded mat, leaning against your pillows, and spreading your legs. You shivered as your hands came under your knees and held them open, putting yourself on display. Izogie unwrapped her clothes as she kept eye contact with you, walking towards you slowly. Your hooded eyes never failed to make her tingle. 

“I’ve thought about these all day,” she sighed, kneeling down and brushing her fingers against your thighs. 

Your skin buzzed at her touch, the feeling of her burns tickling your skin making you lean into her. 

“Thought about this all day,” she moaned as she dragged two fingers through your slit. “You want me. Don’t you?”

“More than anything. Please,” you begged, your eyes glossing over. 

Izogie cooed at that, she could never say no to you. No matter how harsh she seemed, she belonged to you. She was wrapped around your finger and you were wrapped around hers. Her eyes stayed on you as she moved down to your core, cooing at the way your body rolled against her. 

“Stay still, my love,” Izogie chastised. 

You whined at her command but obeyed nonetheless, wanting nothing more than to feel her lips on you. Izogie continued to tease you, the sharp of her nail softly running up and down your inner thigh, tickling and arousing you at the same time. 

“Please, Izogie,” you whimpered. “Please.”

Her nose nuzzled at your thighs, enjoying their softness, the way they would jiggle when she slapped them. 

“You want my tongue,” she rasped, her hand coming up to flick your nipple. 

“Yes,” you gasped at the stimulation. “Yes, please.”

Izogie dragged the sharp of her nail down your torso, watching as you arched your back into her. A smile graced her face as you gasped when she nibbled at your inner thigh, the soft skin of her arm rubbed against your thigh while she held them close, arms flexing to keep you in place. 

Small whines left your lips as Izogie kissed anywhere but where you wanted her, your calves, your stomach, right above your clit, but never your heat. 

“Come on pretty girl,” she smirked. “Make some noise for me.”

Her tongue felt heavenly as it finally grazed your sensitive nub, the ridges of her tastebuds making your thighs clench and your stomach shake. Your juices licked at her chin as her tongue entered you, lapping at your heat. Her eyes closed as her senses were filled with you, the love she had for you overflowing. The room began to get humid as your bodies rolled against each other. The candles flickering around you, mirroring the feeling in your core. 

Her name left your lips repeatedly causing her to smile against you, her ego being stroked by your every sound and move. Your eyes drifted down to her, her head buried in your core, her back rippling as she flexed and relaxed, keeping you in place as you writhed against her. The sight of her muscles heightened your pleasure, the knowledge of her strength and her ability to break you making you high. 

“So sweet,” she whispered. “Have you thought about this too? Wanting me to taste you and pleasure you.”

You answered with gasps and whines, the desire to kiss her overriding your system. 

“Izogie, please,” you babbled. “Kiss m- ahh!”

“Can’t even string together a sentence,” she teased. “Want do you want princess? Hmm?”

Your look of desperation made her moan into you, her body rolling against the mat. Her eyes were set on you, your eyes rolled back and your mouth permanently open. It was enough to make her cum right there. 

“Kiss me,” you whimpered, looking at her through dazed eyes. 

She couldn’t deny you even if she wanted to. Her body covered yours, her fingers staying between your legs. Your veins were flooded with ice and fire, your stomach quivering at the feeling. The pads of her fingers pressed deeply onto your clit, careful not to scratch you with her nails. Her lips made contact with your skin first, starting at where your shoulders connected with your neck. The softness of her lips strengthening your desire to kiss her. 

“Izogie, I want your lips,” you shuttered. “Don’t you think you’ve teased me eno-ahh.”

A shock wave rolled through you, not as powerful as an orgasm but still strong. 

“Ooh,” Izogie notices. “You feel that? Is my princess close? Gonna give me your cum, yeah?”

Izogie hovered over your face, centimeters away from your lips. You watched as Izogie's lips broke into a soft smile, looking at you with awe. 

“I’m so glad you’re mine,” she whispers, fingers still on your clit.

She kissed you deeply, finally granting your desire. She was heaven incarnate. Everything you’ve ever wished for. Her tongue stroked yours and as oxygen left your lungs, your brain overheated and froze at the same time, toes curling, and thighs clenching around her. Your fingertips dripped euphoria and your tongue tasted of Izogie. 

“That’s it, my love. It’s okay,” she praised. “I want to taste your cum. Will you let me?”

The crescendo of your moans were answer enough for her. She quickly brought her mouth back to her heat, the urgency in her movement contrasting with the smirk on her face. Her tongue rolled around on your clit and her arms began to flex against your thighs.

Like a slow tide, your orgasm continued to cover you, spreading slowly from your core to your chest and out through your limbs. Izogie’s face pressed against you forcefully, her arms bulging with a need to keep you close. The taste of you driving her to want you even more. Her grunts and whimpers caused your fingers to twitch as you came down from the potent high, stomach quivering and eyes shut. 

“How I’ve missed you so,” she whispered as she finally allowed herself to breathe. Her eyes filled with stars while her lips glistened with your essence. 

A thin sheen of sweat had covered both of you giving your skin a glossed look. The candlelight reflected off Izogie’s skin beautifully as she rose up from her stomach and onto her knees. 

“You should stay with me,” you began. “Instead of leaving to these battles.”

“My love, not right now. Let’s enjoy this,” she begged. 

You relented and relaxed into the pillows, your tired eyes gazing at Izogie’s perfect frame as if sculpted by Liza herself. The scars she wore proudly cast shadows on her dark skin and you itched to touch them. You reached for her hands and clasped them together, the texture of your palms bringing a smile to Izogie’s face. Your eyes watched as her gaze trailed down your body before falling on your thighs, her face morphing to one of worry.

“What? What’s wrong, my sweet,” you rasped a sleepy sheen continuing to cloud your eyes. 

“Look.”

You dropped your gaze from her to your thighs and saw what she was worried about. Her nails had left scratches, some deep enough to bleed. You knew that there would be scars later, your heart even jumped at the thought. 

“I’m so sorry my love,” she whispered, leaning back down to kiss the wounds. 

“Izogie, my dear warrior, please look at me.”

She didn’t. Her eyes still on your thighs as she kissed them, switching between the right and the left with no pattern. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Your ears were filled with apologies while your fingers itched with the desire to bring her face back up to you. However, you knew that once Izogie started something it was best not to get in her way, it was a fight you would lose. So you let her kiss you until she was satisfied. 

“I like them,” you stated as she continued to kiss your thighs. “I think they’re beautiful.”

“Stop trying to make me feel better.”

“It’s true. I’ve never lied to you.”

Izogie paused, her dark eyes softening but still looking at you with worry. 

“I’m more hurt by the fact that you haven’t kissed me yet," you quipped.

A light chuckle left Izogie’s lips as her worried face turned to one of disbelief. You smiled back at her lazily, your arms coming up behind you to stretch. 

“I suppose now you have scars that I can kiss,” Izogie commented, a smile on her face as she lightly traced over the new marks. 

“I also have lips you can kiss,” you huffed, pulling on her arm. 

Izogie’s lips quirked into a smirk as she covered your body with her own. You brought your arms up to wrap around her neck. 

“Kiss me, warrior.”

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[slutforavatar]

“Our little secret”

Neteyam sully x Human!Reader Smut

Neteyam is 19 and the reader is 18!!

Warnings: Finger, Male masturbaition, Riding, js heavy smut so skip if you find uncomfortable.

(Y/N) is a Human but was raised by the Na’vi’s and she grew up running around the forest with the youngest Sully boy Lo’ak, but what happens when her and the eldest Sully boy sneak around?

“Y/n catch!” I reach my arms out and I catch the small pebble he threw at me, I look down at the rock in my hand and I examine it “It’s gorgeous, I’m sure Kiri would love it” I smile, I always love collecting rocks and other pretty things I find in the forest and giving them to Kiri because I know how much she loves them. I reach down and I shove the rock into my little bag hanging for my leather cloth covering my heat. “Come on its getting dark we gotta head back” I look up at Lo’ak and then we run over to his Ikran, he grabs my waist then throws me on then he follows by jumping on.

“Kiri” I yell as I run towards her “look what Lo found” I reach into my bag and I pull out the magenta coloured rock “here” I smile softly at her as she grabs the rock and studies it “its gorgeous, was there any others” she looks at me and Lo’ak with curious eyes “I’m not sure we can take you tomorrow to look” Lo’ak replies as he sits by the fire his father had started. “Have any of you guys seen Neteyam?” Jake says as he walks over carrying Tuk “Im here” we all turn to see Neteyam walk towards us and I smile “Hey teyam” he smiles and sits by Neytiri as she prepares everyone food. I look over at the eldest Sully boy and I notice a pink tint on the top of his perky ears and the frustrated look on his face and I frown with confusion. “You alright teyam” everyones focus turns on him “yeah I’m fine, Im just gonna go take a walk” He clears his throat then stands up, I walk him walk away but then I’m distracted by Neytiri saying the food is ready.

It’s been a while since Neteyam had left and everyone was asleep but I couldn’t sleep with the uneasy pit in my stomach, I sit up then I look down at Lo’aks tail wrapped around my leg and I chuckle softly as I try and unwrap it without waking him and to my luck he is an extremely deep sleeper, I stand up and I turn to see if I had waken anyone up. Once I see everyone cuddled up to ome another I head towards the dark night to find Neteyam.

My feet hit the cold grass and I hiss softly ‘snap’ I hear a branch snap behind me and in instinct my hand flies to cluch my knife “Y/n?” I notice the voice but its raspier then normal “neteyam?” I stare into the dark then I let out a sigh when I see the Sully boy walk towards me, I let go of my knive “I could’ve killed you” he chuckles “I’m sure your tiny body couldve killed me” I scoff “what are you doing out here” I watch his tail swift side to side between his legs, he doesnt reply. “Whats wrong with you, you were weird at home and then I find you out here alone, whats wrong?” I grab his hand and I rub my thumb across his hand, Im worried him. “N-nothings wrong” I hear him softly pur but he tries to cover it by clearing his throat, my cheeks heat up from hearing him pur, did I make him pur “did you just pur?” i smile devilishly “no I didnt y/n” he pulls his hand away and turns away “you so did” I smirk and I laugh “oh shut up its not my fault your touch does that to me” My heart beats fast, my touch? what does he mean by that “What do you mean, my touch?” I walk towards his tall frame and I place my hand on his back and I feel the heat radiating off him “Its embarrassing” he mumbles “no tell me” I smirk , thinking I have some power over him “im in heat” he whispers so quietly i was surprised I heard it, once I register his words my core tingles “your in heat?” I move my hand from his back to his wrist and I tug at it to signal him to face me, he turns towards me and looks down at me, if I didnt know Neteyam I wouldve been very intimated because of the size difference since I am only 5’10 and him being 8’0. “Im in heat y/n and it hurts so badly because I cant do anything about it” the moonlight shines on his face revealing a slight pink tint spread across his face, I clench my thighs together to try and stop the tingling but it doesnt help, this is your bestfriends brother y/n stop thinking about him that way “you should leave y/n” his voice brings me out of my thoughts, “why?” I look up at his face and I look into his big green eyes “because theres nothing you can do, and your presence is making it harder for me” he takes a sharp deep breath as I step closer to him “there is a way we can help eachother, we must just keep it a secret” I couldnt handle it anymore I needed him and he needs me. He raises an eyebrow “how could we help eachother?” I place my hands on his chest “we both need a release right? we could help eachother with that, just two friends helping eachother out in times of need” he studies my face for any signs of this being a joke but I was praying he’d say yes. He still hadnt said anything, I was about to open my mouth to say something but before I could even get to say anything he leaned down and crashed his lips onto mine. I let out a small moan at the sudden contact but I soon molded into the kiss, my hands quickly find themselves gripping his hair and pushing him closer to me. “so sweet he mumbles against my lips and i huff into the kiss, i feel his hands on the backs of my thighs then he lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his torso. I pull away from his lips and I run my tongue across his jaw, his grip tightens on my thighs and I feel his hot breath quicken on my ear and I smirk, I leave sloppy kisses on his neck then I softly bite the skin on his neck “y/n” the sound of him moaning my name makes me even hotter. I bring my lips back up to his face “you’re so gorgeous teyam” we smile at eachother “now lay down please I need you”

Part 2—

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[thehusbandoden]

I love imagining that Kirishima would be even more excited to be a dad than to be a Pro Hero. But I also think he'd try to keep those parts of his life separated, to keep his kid(s) safe. You just KNOW the first time his child(ren) get caught up in some danger he'd go feral on some Villains.

A/n: I loved this idea and went a little overboard lol. I kinda want to write a drabble but I'm not too sure, but for now here are some headcannons!

Kirishima as a Dad Headcannons

General info:

Genre: slice of life (?) \\ wc: 1,625 \\ female reader

Warnings!: kidnapping, violence, Kiri losing it, kids being taken away/kidnapped, ummmm pls let me know if I miss any! <33 Anon, if any of these are triggering for you please reach out to me and I'll fix it!

Oh my goodness yes.

When you told him that you were pregnant he cried- happy tears of course. Manly happy tears.

He was so excited, and was instantly asking for paternal leave

Which was denied- but anyway

He loves to take care of you.

Foot massages, belly rubs, kisses wherever whenever, cuddles, weird cravings, manual labor, anything, you name it and it's yours.

Honestly you got a little spoiled lol

Though he's so excited for his gorgeous baby that will have the perfect mix of genes, he tires to drown out his thoughts of you and the angel you're growing in your womb.

He has work to do, and if he doesn't do his work you and baby will have a higher risk of harm befalling you.

He slowly masters the art of not thinking about his reason for existence, and solely focusing on work.

He already hides you pretty well from his fans, simply telling them that he was in a very happy, and very serious long term relationship.

The majority of his fans were super understanding about it all and were just glad he was happy, but the fake ones would still hit on him, try and guilt him into sharing more details, or even try stalking him to get a glimpse of Mrs. Perfect.

He didn't tell the public that you were expecting until he left on Paternity leave, and he didn't share anymore details outside of that.

The real and fake fans were clear to see by their reactions.

Once baby is born he's literally already so in love.

If you had a problematic delivery he'd be more worried about you, of course; but as soon as he knows you're okay he is immediately putting eighty percent of his attention on baby boy, and keeping the other twenty on you.

Crying manly tears as he watches you hold him, standing next to you as you feed him for the first time.

Once you two have had enough skin to skin time and you decide to rest, he takes your beautiful baby boy in awe before kissing your forehead lovingly.

"Thank you so much Pebble. He is just as perfect as you."

After making sure you're situated he sits on the chair closest to your bed, and simply watches sweet baby boy.

When he falls asleep he holds him to his bare chest, talking to him softly.

He doesn't dare rest until you're awake. He's read too many horror stories of the horrors of villains harming a pro hero's baby, or even having the baby purposely or accidentally swapped with another.

Once you do wake up, he's quick to reward you with a sweet kiss and your baby boy in your arms.

For the next while in the hospital you two take turns with baby boy, you mostly holding him while you're awake, and Kiri holding him while you rest.

Even though you tried to convince him to get some sleep, he wouldn't listen. He literally could not rest until the two of you were safely tucked into your home. There were too many dangers for you and baby, and he refused to make you wait on him.

Once he gets back to going to work he is absolutely miserable. He hates being away from his babies, and the worry kills him every time.

Luckily, nothing happened to you or baby, well at least for a few years.

Baby boy was seven, and you both had a daughter who just turned four.

Kiri was at work, and you were making dinner.

Your son had asked you if he could take his sister outside to play in the backyard; not seeing anything wrong with it, you agreed.

You even had a window above the sink looking over where they were playing, it was supposed to be safe.

A new organization of villains targeted your family due to Kiri stopping a robbery that would help them immensely.

Using their leader's quirk, they were able to find out a bunch of information about you and your precious babies.

All he needed was two men.

One to take you, and one to grab your kids.

Though you put up quite the fight, you stopped as they started to target your stomach.

There was something they didn't know; that you would make sure to keep hidden.

They ended up with you and your kids handcuffed in a dark room.

You were absolutely terrified of what was going to happen to your babies, but you put on a brave face, comforting your children with a smile.

They would cry and shuffle as close to you as possible, asking you where daddy was and asking if he wasn't coming for them.

"No no, darling. Your daddy is coming, he'll save us very soon!"

And that he did.

Like always, he came home to eat dinner with his gorgeous family.

Walking in, he let out a loud:

"Daddy's home! Kisses and hugs are in order~!"

He expected to hear giggles and the pattering of small footsteps sprinting towards him, a far more familiar set following close behind.

But, to his disappointment; the house was silent.

Walking toward he kitchen, he frowns at the mess by the island. Spilled food and cooking utensils scattered the floor.

"Y/n baby? What happened in the kitchen?!"

Walking outside, he panicked at the sight of a fallen off shoe and jacket.

Those were both signs of struggling..

Sprinting inside, Kiri yelled for you to come out as he scoured the mansion for another sight of his gorgeous family.

The lights were on- if you left you would have turn them off.

Calling your phone, his heart dropped at the sight of it's cracked screen lying on the floor of the kitchen, his contact name "Hubby 🥰😏" lighting up the screen.

Taking a second to collect his thoughts, rage filled his being as he studied the picture of him being hugged and kissed by his babies, huge smiles planted on their faces.

Hanging up the call, he quickly went to Bakugo's contact, calling the tsundere uncle.

"Ha? What do you need n-"

"They're gone."

"What?"

"Somebody decided to try and take my world from me. They're gone- and we need to find them."

The seriousness in Kiri's tone made the man shiver. Somebody was dead- so dead.

"I'll call the idiots. You get Rikona on the line."

Rikona was a fellow hero in the Bakusquad agency. Her quirk was related to her immense intelligence, and she was the one to call if you needed to get any kind of information quickly. She could easily find Kiri's family in mere minutes.

After calling her, Kiri followed her instructions, which eventually got him to a run down ware house.

After thanking the hero and sending his location in the Bakusquad groupchat, Kiri put his phone on silent and made his way inside.

He silently took down every villain he came across.

After a short while he found his way to a large room, where several men were.

Studying the scene closely, Kiri could only see red as he spotted you tied to a chair, cheek visibly reddened.

Your kids were on chairs near you, tears streaming down their cheeks as they watched the men hovering around them.

Moving to contact the Bakusquad, Kiri snapped at the sound of a slap.

Jerking his head towards the sound, uncontrollable anger pulsed through Eijiro as he lunged towards the villains, knocking down every single one that dared try and stop him.

Getting to the scum that dared touch you, Kiri hardened his arm before elbowing the villain in the face.

Hard.

Now that the path was cleared, Kiri wasted no time untying you and your angels, hugging the three of you comfortingly.

"Shhh it's okay. I've got you now, I've got you."

He stayed right next to you, glaring at any villain who dared take a step closer.

He was cornered. And there was no way he was going to leave your side- it would be too easy for someone to take you away again.

As a villain approached, Kiri hardened his arm a little more, sending out a warning.

Anyone stupid enough to get close enough to reach any of you received a harder-than-rock elbow to the face.

Just as five villains approached, Bakugo and the Bakusquad burst in, immediately setting to work to help.

Bakugo and Mina immediately started attacking the villains, while Denki and Jiro started tying up the knocked down villains.

Using his tape, Sero brought you and your kids to him and out of harm's way, much to Kiri's relief.

Now free to go all out, Kiri absolutely annihilated any for he could reach, not holding anything back, he pounded the villains into the ground, only stopping to attack the next one.

After all of the villains were defeated Kiri moved to the leader- the one that hurt his Pebble.

Bashing his elbow into the dude's face, Bakugo literally had to pry him off of the passed out villain to stop him from beating him to death.

After snapping out of it Kiri instantly hurried to the separate room Sero took you and his angels to.

Throwing open the door, he hugged the living daylight out of all three of you, apologizing and cooing words of comfort and reassurance.

After taking you three home Kiri spoiled the kids, playing any game they wanted.

And after reading them to sleep, he turned to you. Engulfing you in an embrace as you finally let yourself cry.

Kiri took the next three weeks off, finding ways to keep you all safer.

The first thing, would have to be a guard dog. A giant, beautiful German Shepherd.. yeah that sounded nice.

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[loakismine]

𝑫𝐫𝒆𝕒𝚖 𝒢𝓲ᖇ꒒

Pairings: (18) Lo’ak x (17)Human!Fem!Reader

Summary: Lo’ak can’t seem to control himself even in the wrong time moments when your around.

Warnings: Wounds, Blood, Minor language, Dirty Lo’ak!! Innocent Reader!! Tension, Some spicy stuff at the end!!!

Word count: 1,128

Since you could remember you’ve been able to do the average things a Na’vi could. You could run, jump, hunt, fly, breath. Yes, Breath the very same air they did. Which is why the RDA wanted you day to day at the lab to be studied, that’s all your days were spent on. All you wanted to do was go out and hunt with the Sully’s. Much of that was taken up at the lab though. So whenever you had the chance you’d make a run towards the forest and who would catch you there?

Today was one of those days where you’d get a break and be able to run off but you’d have to be back before the eclipse to the lab in order to run more tests. You were met with Kiri near a huge plain of tall grass and fern like plants. The grass had some patches that were so tall they tickled at your knees when the wind blew through them. You watched as Kiri took the magnifying glass you gifted to her and observed the tiny tiny insects that crawled on the thicker parts of the grass, which was one of many things you’ve taken from the lab. Yet they still don’t know it’s you who takes things for your friends.

“This little guy reminds me of a ladybug, you know the ones in the books from the lab.” Kiri whispered as she lifted her finger up to your eyes in order to see the tiny insect that crawled on her index finger. “But this guy has tough wings and a stronger wing cover.” Humming at her facts she placed the little bug down back onto the thick grass blades. Both heads turned at the distant loud noise of branches snapping and a loud shout. “The boys.” You just knew it had to be them and by familiar yelp you knew it was Lo’ak. The two of you ran as fast as you could towards the fallen branches, Kiri was much taller and faster than you because of her fast legs and you on the other hand you were fast but not that fast compared to them.

Kiri stopped in her tracks when she saw Lo’aks ikran laying on its side and Lo’ak a couple feet from him on his back. Neteyam was helping his brother up as Kiri tented the whining ikran. “Yea real nice of ya Kiri, your brother is totally not hurt.” Lo’ak yelled angrily all while hissing when Neteyam grabbed at his scratched up side. “You idiot don’t touch there!” Lo’ak hissed again when he reached to punch at his brothers left shoulder. Neteyam dodged his younger brothers punch and waved over at you to come. Walking towards the two feuding boys you took lo’ak by his pinky tugging at him to follow you. He walked of with you and turned back giving his brother a long stare.

“Is he okay Kiri?” You asked as you walked passed her turning her head she shook it up and down. “He will be fine he only needs about a day or so before he can fly again.” Lo’ak sighed as he held his side knowing he’d get hell for this from his parents. You and him walked towards you tent where you kept most of the things you took from the lab for your safety and to give. Sitting him down you walked up over and reached for the first aid kit. “What’s in the lunch box?” Giggling you looked up at him, “Not a lunch box it’s a first aid kit with things to try and clean this up.” You explained as you pointed to his scratched up side.

Grabbing a wet cloth you dabbed around the wound cleaning out the dirt and tiny pebbles that stuck to his sticky skin. He flinched a bit when the cloth touched at some deep cut areas. Taking a bit of healing ointment you gently took your small fingers and smeared it onto the deep areas that would take longer to heal. Even through the pain he couldn’t help but look at your focused face, the way the tip of your tongue stuck out through your pillowy lips. The way your eyebrows knitted together when you worked your way around the large wound, all that made you healing him a lot better.

Lo’ak was always careful with you, always being a gentle giant with you. He was always there if you needed him the same way you would be. He loved the fact that he knew you were so innocent and you’d do anything just to see him happy. He loved that he had so much control over a girl, his girl, his dream girl. But what made him feel the best was the fact that he knew he had this power over you and your too innocent and naive to realize it.

And here you were doing just what he loved, sure it was evil and wrong what was going through his mind but he couldn’t help it. These dirty thoughts flooded his mind everytime you were around and right now wasn’t the best time to be having these thoughts. He had his bottom lip in a trap with his teeth biting on it. His fangs pierced into the corner of his lip drawing blood from the soft tissue. The taste of metal filled his mouth when your voice finally broke the silence. “You okay Lo?” The sweet hum of your voice made his heart race and it’s like you knew what was running through his mind when you squeezed at his upper arm.

A low grunt was let out as the tent in his loincloth began to grow when you finally put a bandage on him. Throwing him head back as you held his hand for him to stand again. Refusing he took having your smaller hand to his advantage. He placed you on his lap and looked down from your thighs to your large doe eyes. Two of his fingers lifted your chin to face him when you tried to avoid his eye contact. “Hey, I just wanted to thank you for healing me sweetgirl.” His hand slowly went down to your waist without you knowing because your mind was currently shifting all its gears at the mear thought that he had you in his lap.

He kissed at your palm and sat you up closer to his front. “Your mine, your my girl hmm.” His thick thumb ran over your pillowy lips and tugged at your plushy bottom one while you got lost in his lust filled eyes. Nodding at his words a breathy laugh left his throat, he had you now and he wasn’t letting you go.

Hey guysss ik it has been a while since i’ve posted but i’ve got school soo yeah it’s a little hard. But i hope you guys like this also the ending is a little change and a little more heated! Also let me know if you guys want heated stuff or smut i’m any story! Love you guys lots!!🫶

[go-river-flows]

The Lone Hunter

Summary: The following day, the kids want to hear the rest of the story of the lone hunter. Featuring Tsu'tey who is not dead after the first film.

Part 2 of 3

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Jake and Neytiri sat on the bank of the river, watching their kids play in the water. Tuk started to cry from the loud noise, so her mother started humming a tune and swaying her daughter. Jake watched his wife as she hummed. His good friend Tsu’tey arrived announcing himself to the family, sitting beside Jake. 

“Brother, where’s your wife?” Jake asked him, looking around.

“She’s out hunting, even though I told her to rest,” Tsu’tey grumbled slightly, peeved that he lost in their argument before she took off.

Jake chuckled as he glanced at Tsu’tey’s battle scars. 

“She’s more than capable of taking care of herself, brother,” Jake reassured him. Neteyam turned to his Uncle Tsu’tey, taking a few steps toward him and gave him a shiny rock that he found in the water.

“Hello Uncle ‘Tey!” Neteyam greeted him as Lo’ak joined his brother, also doing the same. Handing his uncle a smooth pebble. The two men chuckled at the children in front of them. “Have you heard the story of the lone hunter? Dad told it last night,” Neteyam asked his Uncle, who raised his brow at Jake.

“No, I have not heard about it,” he smiled at the kids, though he already knew it.

“You know kids. I didn't actually finish the story,” Jake confessed to his children, little Kiri now joining them.

“Ooh, can you tell us the rest?” Kiri bounced up and down with a sparkle in her eye. “Sure I can…” And with that, Jake continued on from where he left off…

*

After the palulukan chased Jake and Neytiri down, the voice of the lone na’vi called out. 

“Hona! Return!” But Jake and Neytiri didn't stay as they proceeded to run back to Hometree. Unsure about what happened, they decided to enquire about it to their Olo’eyktan, Eytukan.

The leader was reluctant to tell them at first, but when asking about a Palulukan Makto, Eytukan looked at them confused.

“We don't have a Palulukan Makto in our clan,” Eytukan confessed, to Jake and Neytiri’s bewilderment.

“But father, there was a woman,” Neytiri confirmed, “We heard her voice, her command. If not for her, we would be dead.”

Eytukan’s brow furrowed, slowly piecing the picture together.

“I think we should tell them,” Mo’at’s voice interrupted. Eytukan looked to his mate. “I think we should tell everyone. We shall have a communal dinner tonight, everyone will be present.”

The word spread to all in the Omatikaya clan. The hunter’s sent to catch a large titanothere for the meal. And when the eclipse came. The clan gathered with their meals, and Eytukan began the tale of two traitors. 

  Many many moons ago, before Eytukan was leader, there were two na’vi. One of them, a female na'vi. And the other, a male who was but a simple hunter. The man named Ha’nim, the woman, Luö’hwep. 

   Luö’hwep was already engaged to another na’vi, they courted and eventually mated before Eywa, they had a child, and raised her for twenty years. But one day, Luö’hwep had lost herself in the deep Pandoran jungle whilst searching for herbs. She asked Eywa to guide her home, and Eywa did at first. But as she returned to Hometree she met a man. Ha’nim, who was hunting not too far away. They had never interacted before that moment, but have seen each other in passing. That night as Ha’nim guided Luö’hwep back to Hometree, he confessed to her that he liked her. Had been watching her for a long time. In fact he had fallen in love with her, but could not tell her as she is already mated. Luö’hwep, in revelation revealed that she too had been watching him, and had too fallen in love with him. But she could not confess her feelings. 

  In light of this, Luö’hwep revealed to him that her engagement was arranged by her parents. That she had no choice but to do as her parents said. They played a large role in the clan and demanded of her to follow in their footsteps. Even the marriage played a part in their roles. But Luö’hwep did not love her mate. Nor did her love her.

  When they arrived back to the village, they bid each other good night and parted ways. But they would meet again. Night after night, they would sneak away and meet in the same spot, where they had found each other. One night, they decided to visit the tree of voices. And by then Luö’hwep’s mate had grown suspicious of his wife, following them. It was there at the tree of voices where the two followed their heart. Where the two would bond their queue’s, mating before Eywa. Luö’hwep’s mate, outraged and decieved confessed their crime to the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik. And upon hearing the news, banished Ha’nim and Luö’hwep from the clan. But Luö’hwep’s daughter, who knew of her parents relationship would defend her mother. 

  The clan’s leader, angered and who felt betrayed by his soon to be daughter-in-law, banished her too. That would be the clan leader’s downfall. His son, his second of three would take his leave too, choosing to be by his mate’s side.

It is believed that sometime after their banishment from the Omatikaya clan, the young couple mated before Eywa, and were blessed with a child. But they never returned to the Omatikaya clan, and were belived to seek uturu (sanctuary) someplace far away. No one knows what truely happened to them. Even til now. It was believed that this story was made up so that na’vi should only seek out one mate. A warning of sorts.

Neytiri and Jake were saddened by the story. Mo’at upon seeing her daughter’s sad expression, would acknowledge that it is possible that the Palulukan Makto is the granddaughter of Luö’hwep. That the Palulukan Makto is a descendant of an  Omatikayan. But for now, it is just a tall tale.

“Only Eywa knows,” Mo’at finally said, not wanting to speculate any more. 

That night when Jake’s avatar slept, he would wake in his human body. The story, still fresh in his mind would tell Grace and Norm.

*

Tsu’tey remembers that story as that day replays in his mind. 

“That's it?” Kiri whined.

“That's the whole story?” Neteyam added. Tsu’tey chuckled at the two children.

“No, it hasn’t finished yet. But eclipse is almost upon us,” Jake paused. “Let’s all have dinner first, then I’ll tell you the rest. Brother, will you be joining us?” Jake turned to Tsu’tey.

“No, no. I should return to ma yawne,” Tsu’tey began to stand, patting Jake’s shoulder before giving a knowing look, to which Jake returned.

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Taglist: @barbecuetiddy @cumikering @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

[clothyume]

Epilogue

Shu: Kiryu! Are you alright enough to move? 

Kuro: I’ve been laid down for nearly an hour. I’ve recovered enough to walk

More importantly, what’s that? Why are you trying to ride a bike?

Shu: Oh, this? Well, though  your travel sickness is severe, you’re better on bicycles than in cars, right?

Since it’s an emergency, we’ll ride this back to ES. Alright, get on the back 

Kuro: Wait a sec. I’m confused…

Why a bike? You didn’t steal it, did you? 

Shu: I beg your pardon. I’d never do something so unethical! 

I was given permission by this bicycle’s owner, and they handed it over to me

Kuro: They just handed it over…!?

Shu: Fortunately I met a young man on a bicycle who lived in a nearby village. He gave me this bicycle  

Kuro: You sound like a tsukkomi. More like, I’m curious why he gave it to you. And he gave you a helmet

Shu: It seems he bought a new bicycle recently. Apparently he was having a farewell ride today

He said it felt like fate that he happened to meet me who was looking for a bicycle on that day. The helmet was just a freebie

Kuro: What a coincidence…

Shu: Perhaps you should say that reality is stranger than fiction. Now, hurry

Kuro: Well, you told me to get on the back. But you can’t ride a bike in the first place, can you?  

Shu: Th-That was when I was in elementary school. Now I can read a bike with ease

Kuro: …Then can I see you ride it? I’ll believe it when I see it 

Shu: Of course. Behold, Kiryu. I can already ride a bicycle skillfully…

Eek!?

Kuro: Oop, be careful. Look, say no more

Shu: …I just happened to hit a small pebble 

Kuro: Don’t be pretentious. So neither of us can ride a bike after all? 

Shu: …

Kuro: Thanks for caring about me, but you’re worrying too much. Don’t overwork yourself, Itsuki 

Shu: …I’m not satisfied with that comment

Kuro: Ah? What are you not satisfied with? 

Shu: “You’re worrying too much”, speak for yourself 

Kuro: What’s that supposed to mean… Hey! Don’t force me to wear a helmet 

Shu: —It’s you who’s worrying too much about me 

Why are you trying to show off when you’re already weak from motion sickness? 

Kuro: Huh? I’m not trying to show off. But in this case I’m the one that got you involved 

Shu: Non! First of all, stop thinking so selfishly, saying you got me involved

Why are you thinking so negatively today in the first place? 

Kuro: …Well, isn’t it natural that we’d get into such a troublesome situation? 

Shu: And? Have I ever said I regretted that and wished I hadn’t taken on this job today?  

Kuro: That’s… I don’t think you’ve said it

Shu: Exactly. On the contrary, I’m enjoying today in its own way 

I haven’t had a bad time indulging in memories with you, Kiry— Ryu~kun 

So there’s no need to feel guilty about getting me “involved” 

Kuro: …What the hell. This is awfully sincere for you, Itsuki 

Shu: I mean I won’t be a crybaby who needs you to protect me forever 

I agreed to participate in this project of my own free will. I’ve become an adult now who can take responsibility for my own choices 

That much is enough to help you when you’re in trouble, Kiryu

So today, rely on me without another word. Snot-nosed brat, Ryu~kun 

Kuro: Haha, you’ve started calling yourself an adult. That wimpy crybaby Icchan…

Okay. If you’re gonna say that much, I’ll go along with your suggestion 

When the time comes, we can fall over together…♪

Shu: Stop talking under the assumption we’re going to fall!

Hmph. I’ll show you how to ride it right away. Hold on tight, Kiryu

I’ll show you plainly just how much I've grown since elementary school—

Chiaki: Boo…☆ Stop right there, Itsuki. It’s dangerous to ride a bike with two people on!

Shu: Gyah!? Morisawa, what are you doing here… Uwah!?

Kuro: We fell over immediately…

Shu: Ngh…. That’s because Morisawa frightened me just now

Kaoru: Are you two okay? That was some spectacular fall 

Kuro: Ah, we're okay. I shielded Itsuki just before we fell, so I think he’s okay too

Chiaki: That’s good then. But riding a bike with two people on is a serious traffic violation, you two better be careful!

Shu: I appreciate the advice, but I wish you’d stopped us a little more gently 

Chiaki: My bad. I was looking for an opportunity not to disturb your conversation, but you suddenly started running 

So I came in and yelled at you to stop…☆

Kuro: Anyways, you arrived really soon considering we just got off the phone? 

Nagisa: …The place is just surrounded by mountains, but it’s not actually that remote

Chiaki: Yup. In fact there were almost no cars or people passing by, so we were able to get here smoothly

Kaoru: That said, it’s still a mountain road. I think Itsuki’s heart is admirable, but it’s unreasonable to try and go down a mountain on a bicycle 

Shu: Sh-shut up, Hakaze! Secretly eavesdropping makes me question your integrity! 

Kuro: From the looks of it, these guys overheard our conversation just now

Mitsuru: Sorry. But, I told them to call out sooner! 

Chia-chan-senpai and everyone said it would be better not to disturb you though…

Kaoru: Ahaha. Well, I felt like you guys were having an important conversation 

Shu: Honestly… If I’d known you were coming to pick us up so soon I wouldn’t have gotten this bicycle 

Kuro: Neither of us can ride a bike in the first place, so there wasn’t much point in getting one anyway

Mitsuru: Now that you mention it. Both of you can't ride a bike? 

Kuro: …Try not to spread it around, Tenma. Not being able to ride a bike at this age doesn’t look cool 

Mitsuru: Uh-huh… I’ll keep it a secret. In that case you should learn to ride a bike, Kiryu~senpai!

Don’t worry! I’ll give you some special training on how to ride a bike! Of course Oshisan-senpai can come too!

Kuro: Haha, thank you Tenma. I think that’s a really good idea. Don’t you agree, Itsuki? 

Shu: I suppose. Although I wonder if you’ll be able to ride now that your motion sickness is so much more severe than when you were a child? 

Kuro: I’m not confident. Though I can’t sit with the feeling that I’ll be bad at it forever, can I? 

Shu: In that case I’ll accompany you to this special training. It's as though this is homework that you and I left unfinished when we were in elementary school 

Kuro: Yeah. I want to become an adult like you, Itsuki… ♪

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