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vandnana · 2 years ago

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In Love With The Enemy [II]

Chapter 2: The Son He Never Wanted

pairing: lo’ak x female turned na’vi reader

summary: during the time when jake became toruk makto, you were quaritch’s youngest and most valued soldier, the daughter he never had. but, pandora changed you and you died during the final battle, betraying quaritch and wishing that you had been able to do more. now, you have been reborn again, as a na’vi, tasked with quaritch’s new military avatar crew to kill Jake Sully. taking advantage of this second chance at life, you help the Sullys and fall in love along the way.

genre: fluff, angst ~ slow burn, pining on lo’ak’s part.

warnings: mentions of blood, war, violence

highlights: [more tearjerking jake and reader moments, neytiri and mo’at being like mothers to reader, lo’ak continuing to be an entire SIMP, and ofc tuk being adorably annoying like always]

word count: 9,242

note: how are you all doing?? as always, i’d like to thank you for waiting for this part! i don’t want to spoil anything before you read, but i will note that i just think all the moments with lo’ak are so cute cause he just flirts with her (or tries to) and she plays along, but on the inside she gets all fluttery and is kinda clueless about everything cause no one’s ever acted like that with her so AHHHHH — I really hope you all enjoy this chapter!!

[prologue] [chapter 1]

When you finally arrived back at camp, the night fog cleared all around you as Lo’ak’s ikran landed gracefully on the edge of the rock, that fog once shrouding you and Lo’ak in a bubble of joyous freedom dissipating as your return grounded you back into reality.

Jake was waiting for you with his arms crossed. You caught a glimpse of Lo’ak’s face, annoyed as he hopped off his ikran. Once his feet landed, he relinquished his annoyed expression, though only for a second, as he outstretched a hand for you to take.

“I got this.” You replied, hopping off on your own.

“Oh yeah, of course,” He replied, coolly drawing his hand back and placing it on the back of his neck as he feigned nonchalance.

“Do my orders mean nothing to you?” Jake yelled out, his anger clearly seething through his whole body as he stomped toward you both.

Lo’ak’s shoulders slumped, dreading his father’s lecture and dropping his hands from his neck, “No sir.”

You stepped between Jake and Lo’ak, putting your hands up, “Woah, woah, woah. Calm down old man. I asked him to take me around, okay? Your anger shouldn’t be focused on Lo’ak.”

Jake huffed in frustration, “He’s my son, y/n. He disobeyed direct orders.”

You lowered your eyes at Jake, “Oh, and you haven’t?”

Lo’ak scrunched his eyebrows at you, surprised by your boldness, but what really caught him off guard was his father’s quickness to concede to you, his expression softening.

“Fine, fine, but next time, I won’t be as forgiving.” He turned to Lo’ak, “Take her to your grandmother please.”

Lo’ak nodded, and Jake took him by the arm, glaring, “And no detours, got it?”

He fought back the urge to roll his eyes as he replied, “Yes sir.”

“Alright, dismissed.” He ordered.

“No, not dismissed. We need to talk about my father, Jake. He’s still out there.” You urged, planting your feet in front of him.

Jake put his hands on his head, “I know he’s out there, but right now, what I’m worried about is you.” He looked down at your wound, its ache suddenly making itself known to you, but you were too prideful to admit it.

His voice became scarily low as he spoke again, his expression grave, “You need to go get that patched up. Now.”

Jake pushed you forward, and you reluctantly moved your feet. Lo’ak took his place beside you as you both walked, Jake changing his mind about leaving Lo’ak to escort you to the tent as he trailed behind you both.

You observed everything around you as you walked further into the cave. It was vast, practically endless, and although the night sky was shielding its stars with its fog, you were still able to see their slight glimmer in the sky. It wasn’t too far into the night, groups of Na’vi, warriors, women, and children still in clusters, all of them staring at you as you passed, clearly weary of you in your odd clothing, but seeing Jake behind you, they seemed to relax. Amidst them though, you saw a few humans, their breathers on, wearing the khaki jumpsuits that all of the scientists had worn when you were alive.

“Wait.” Your tone displaying sternness as you stopped, turning toward Jake, “I need to know.”

You paused, heaviness filling your heart as fear began to consume it, “Is Trudy dead?”

You had assumed the worst, but you still clung to a tiny bit of hope that shattered instantly as you looked into Jake’s eyes, the glint of sadness in them affirming what you had feared. He didn’t need to say anything for you to know what that sadness meant. You felt a horrid clawing at your chest and you could only understand that feeling being the unbearable crushing of your heart. Jake hugged you as that pain settled in, and you felt so dreadfully numb, you couldn’t even wrap your arms around him.

“What about Norm and Max?” You asked pleadingly.

He let go of you, giving you a small smile, “They’re alive, and they know you’re here.”

Hearing that they were alive didn’t settle your grief, but you felt the mixture of emotions take over you as your relief and sadness melded together.

“I want to see them. Take me to them.” You stated resolutely, planting your heels into the ground as Jake shook his head at you, trying to push you forward agian.

“No, you’re not going anywhere until you see Mo’at.” He argued.

“Jake, I told you I was fine, okay?” Although, the throbbing was getting worse as you spoke, “Just let me see them please? Don’t you think it’s been long enough?” You responded, your forehead scrunched in frustration.

“They’ll still be here when you’re better, y/n. Now, will you please just listen?” He pleaded with you, his eyes stern again, “Don’t make me carry you over there, you big baby.” He warned, and you finally gave up.

“Fine,” You conceded, huffing in compliance as you crossed your arms, “I’d shoot you if I still had my gun.”

Jake shook his head at you, ruffling your hair, “Like you can aim with that injury.”

You slapped his hand away, smoothing your hair out as he pleaded, “Norm and Max aren’t going anywhere either, so just do as I say, please?”

“Well, stop being annoying and just let me go with Lo’ak, okay?” You huffed out.

“Alright, then go!” Jake encouraged as he shifted his point toward the tent.

“Alright alright, we’re going.” You spoke, putting your hands on Lo’ak’s back to get him to walk.

When there was finally some distance between you and Jake, you sighed, moving from where you were behind him to walk next to him instead. He stopped when you did, putting a gentle hand on your arm. You halted at the touch, blinking in confusion as your eyes traveled downward. You looked at him, anticipating what he had to say.

When you had mentioned Trudy, he had remembered he still had your pictures in his cloth pocket, and taking them out, he nudged them toward you, “Your pocket ripped and they fell out when we were in the tree. I figured they were important to you.”

Looking down, you finally noticed your pocket, widely ripped at its width. Taking the pictures out of his hand, you fought back tears that were easily brimming in your eyes. You let a weak chuckle out, embarrassed by your own emotions as Lo’ak looked at you sincerely.

Realizing that he was still holding onto you, he let go, clearing his throat, “The other girl in there.” He began, “That’s Trudy, isn’t it?”

You traced over her smiling face, “She was my best friend, you know. She was the best pilot in the whole unit. We would fly together.”

He listened, humming in response as you reminisced. Trudy was dead, but Lo’ak had returned a piece of her to you, and you couldn’t help but smile at him, your expression illuminating with gratefulness.

Lo’ak blushed instantly, shy under your gaze, his hand going to the back of his neck, “You have to stop looking at me like that.”

You shrugged, “Like what? I’m just grateful, that’s all.”

Lo’ak cleared his throat, finding his courage as he met your eyes again, “Well, you look pretty when you’re grateful.” The shyness you brought out of him retreating as his usual smugness took over.

You didn’t expect such boldness, scoffing as you dismissed him, “And how do I look when I’m not grateful?”

Still maintaining his cavalier, his heart pumping rapidly as he thought up his response, he smirked at you, “Still pretty.”

You were blushing, but you scoffed, lightly smacked his arm, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were actually charmed by his attempt at flirting.

“Y/n! Y/n! You’re finally here!” An innocent tone rang out, making you tear your eyes away from Lo’ak.

Tuk was running toward you, overjoyed at seeing you again.

“Tuk, can’t you be annoying somewhere else?” Lo’ak groaned, crossing his arms as he glared at her.

Tuk stuck her tongue out at her brother, “Whatever Lo’ak. I bet you were the one annoying her.” She retorted, taking you by the hand and dragging you toward the tent.

You shrugged your shoulders at Lo’ak, motioning for him to follow, and he unwilling agreed, trudging after you.

Once you approached the tent, you saw Neytiri on the floor weaving amber, circular beads and golden twine together. You greeted her properly, “I see you Neytiri.”

Hearing your voice, she got up, putting down what she was weaving to greet you back, her voice welcoming as she spoke, “Come, you are hurt. I will help bathe you before mother heals you.”

She lowered her eyes at Lo’ak, her tone changing into a stern one as she ordered, “Out Lo’ak and take Tuk with you.”

He groaned as Tuk pouted, “Mama, why can’t I stay?”

“Just listen to mama, okay?” Neytiri said, and Tuk nodded reluctantly.

Lo’ak sighed, turning on his heel to exit the tent. Before he stepped out completely you called his name, his head spinning back so quickly at the sound of your voice.

You still had the pictures in your hand, and you held them out to him, “Keep them safe for me?”

He smiled at you as he took them from your hands, purposely brushing his fingers against yours, “Of course.”

You knew what he was trying to do as you felt his fingers touch yours and you stifled a light chuckle, “I’ll see you later.”

“Draw the curtain!” Neytiri yelled, and Lo’ak did as she asked, taking one last glance at you before he pulled the drapery down.

You made eye-contact with Neytiri again, who put a gentle hand at your back, guiding you to the large basin filled with water, steam coming from it, in the middle of the tent.

On the other side of it was Neytiri’s mother, her back turned as she prepared bowls of herbs for your healing treatment, their earthy aroma filling the air.

Once she turned around, you greeted her politely, gesturing your hand from your forehead to hers, “I see you, Mo’at.”

You were surprised as she seemed pleased with you, a hint of a smile gracing her lips as she acknowledged your presence, “Y/n Quaritch.”

She walked over to you, circling you as she studied your features, “There is never death, only change. You are proof of this. The Great Mother has blessed you with new life.”

You averted your gaze, hardly sharing the same feeling, your heart twisting as she spoke. You could feel the guilt within you rise in her presence, your father’s sins against her weighing down on your chest.

Mo’at could sense how troubled you felt inside, and even just seeing your tired expression, she could tell you were exhausted, that tiredness taking its toll underneath your eyes.

She placed her hands on the sides of your face, gently lifting your head to meet her eyes, “You have been through much, child. Be calm. You are with your people and you are home.”

You gulped, shaking your head at her, “I don’t understand,” Your eyes went to Neytiri, your gaze showing how burdened you felt, “My father destroyed your home and killed Eytukan, killed so many of your people. How can you welcome me so easily?”

Mo’at and Neytiri exchanged glances with one another, their thoughts becoming unified as each of them took one of your hands into theirs, the coldness you felt in your heart, suddenly warming through their motherly touch.

Mo’at spoke with conviction, her wisdom echoing through the tent, “Your father’s evils are not yours, y/n. You were born of the Sky People, selfish and cruel they are. Yet, you protected life and gave your own for someone you loved. You were always meant to be one of Us.”

“What do you mean? What are you talking about?”

Neytiri looked as if she was going to cry, her voice sincere, “Jake, it was his life that you saved.” She put her other hand on your cheek, a single tear falling from her eyes, “I will never forget what you’ve done for me, for my family, my people. You have a strong heart, y/n like Jake. You are one of The People.”

You couldn’t find any words, the inner turmoil inside of you fighting to stay as their heartfelt reassurances melted it down, almost reducing it to nothing as you felt the warmth emanating from them both enter into your heart.

You had only ever felt this feeling once in your life, and it happened with Grace. It was the feeling of being recognized by a mother, and having craved it so much, having missed Grace so much, you let yourself be captured by that feeling, no longer battling against it and leaning into that comfort.

Neytiri and Mo’at noticed the change in you, and as you relaxed, they helped you out of your clothing. Mo’at unwrapped the cloth around your wound, and you winced in pain when she pulled the bullet out, leaving the widened gash open. That pain quickly subsided when they guided you into the basin, the touch of the heated water on your skin calming the tension in your whole body.

The two of them worked on either side of you, gently scrubbing your skin with soft, green cloths. Using a specialized herb mixture, its floral scent wafting in the air, Neytiri rubbed it in your hair, while Mo’at washed your body meticulously with another mixture, the floral scent of the hairwash mixing with the citrus-like scent of the one for your body. Eventually, all the dirt, caked blood, and yanna bark sap was gone, and with it came the layers of strain.

When they had finished washing you, they helped you out of the basin, drying you off quickly with another set of cloths.

Neytiri came up behind you, “Lift your arms.”

You did as she said, allowing her to drape something over you, and as you looked down you realized it was the piece she was weaving earlier, the twine coming together in an asymmetric halter shape, the beads cascading downward where your shoulder was.

“I made it like this so it is open where you were hurt.” She explained.

“This is beautiful.” You said in awe, and she gave you a satisfied smile.

Neytiri continued to hep you get dressed, teaching you how to fasten the loin cloth properly, and when you grasped the idea, you did it yourself. Once it was secured, Mo’at gestured for you to follow her, leading you toward the array of bowls that you had seen her prepare earlier.

Beside her array was a hammock, her eyes going to it as she spoke to you, “Lie down.”

You nodded, seating yourself in the hammock then lifting your legs up to fill the length of it. You watched as she took one of the bowls in her hand, warming a thickened paste she had made between her fingers, and you breathed deeply as she slabbed it into the open flesh and all around it, the cool sting of the herbs spreading throughout your wound. As she continued to rub the paste, you could feel your eyes get heavy, your vision blurring as you fought to stay awake.

Mo’at neatly blanketed your wound with a fresh new wrap, smothering the coolness from the paste and engulfing the area in comfortable warmth, and once that settled, you had lost the fight to your own exhaustion, your eyes shutting as sleep took over you.

By the time that Jake came to visit, there was no hope of waking you up. He was still having a hard time grasping that you were really alive, but he was just so happy to see you that he hardly cared, smiling as he knelt beside you.

“Ma Jake.” Neytiri called, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He turned his head, standing up, and with his full attention she continued, “She knows about how she died.”

Jake groaned, whispering, “How could you tell her? It wasn’t something she needed to know.”

“She deserves to know, just as she deserves to know about other things.” Her tone hinting as she gave him a serious expression.

Jake looked back at you, peaceful as you slept soundly, “She’s not ready.”

“Y/n is strong.” Neytiri defended, “You do not need to worry for her.”

“It’s not her I’m worried about.” He replied, meeting her gaze again, “It’s him.”

“And you have not told him either, that his father is that demon.” She hissed at Jake in frustration, “You cannot keep them apart and you cannot keep the truth from both of them. They are brother and sister.”

Mo’at cleared her throat behind them, “Do not disturb her in her sleep with such talk.” She drew the curtain back slightly, making an opening, “I will watch her.”

Although unwilling to leave you, Jake agreed, entrusting you with Mo’at as he left, Neytiri taking the lead as they both exited the tent. When they both walked out, Lo’ak was nearby, waiting to see you and Tuk, who had gotten bored, left not too long before her parents walked out.

He started to walk toward the tent, and noticing him, Jake stepped forward, “We’re having a family meeting. Go get your sisters.”

There was no chance to protest as his parents’ glares bore into him, forcing his obedient nod. Jake and Neytiri waited for all of their children just a couple meters away from where you were. Neteyam came first and a little after came Lo’ak, Kiri, Tuk, and another with him.

Neteyam took sight of his brother and his approaching siblings, greeting the other that had come with them, “Hey Spider.”

Neytiri gave Jake a worried glance, but he dismissed her, turning to his children, his expression serious as he explained your situation and who you were, carefully choosing his words as he spoke.

“So, she really— “ Spider paused, trying to understand, “She really died and came back…as a Na’vi?”

Jake and Neytiri nodded, and Spider put a hand at his chin, his eyes showing his amazement, “That is insane.”

“She has helped this family in more ways than you know.” Neytiri revealed, “I expect you to treat her like family.”

“Yes, mother. We will make sure she feels at home.” Neteyam reassured him.

“Yeah! I love her already!” Tuk exclaimed, turning to her sister, “And you’ll love her too Kiri!”

Kiri smiled at her sister, her eyes turning hopeful as she asked, “Did she really know my mother?” She was clutching onto the pendant of her necklace, once her mother’s but passed on to her.

“Yes, she knew her longer than any of us.” Jake affirmed, giving his daughter a reassuring smile.

He looked at Neytiri, who was already giving him a disapproving expression, “And I want you kids to promise me something.”

They leaned in, waiting for what he had to say and he continued, his tone serious, “I don’t want her anywhere near the lab or anywhere near the humans, okay?”

Lo’ak was quick to protest, “Why not? You know more than anyone that she wants to see Norm and Max.”

“She will see them, alright? Just not yet, okay? Can you just do as I—“

Then came your scream. To everyone else, it wasn’t all that loud, but to Jake it painfully rang in his ears like a siren and without hesitation, he ran, Neytiri and the children running after him.

He bolted into the tent, your figure shuddering in Mo’at’s arms as she held you, your stare blank as you looked at the floor, the remainder of a nightmare hanging in the thickness of the air. It would have been better if you had just slept horribly, then you would have expected this. But, beautiful dreams had come to you before a nightmare infested them— you saw your father, his sneer as he killed Jake and his family one by one, the blood splattering on your face as he made you watch, and no matter how much you screamed, no matter how hard you tried to stop him, there was nothing you could do.

Hearing Jake, Mo’at loosened her embrace and leaned backward as Jake knelt beside you, holding you by the shoulders before pulling you in.

“It’ll be alright, y/n. You’re okay.” Jake reassured you, his hands rubbing at your back.

Neytiri came up beside you too, her hand on your shoulder.

The children though stayed outside, climbing up onto the adjoining rock beside the tent and peeking through the upper openings in the tent to see.

“Is this how you felt when I died?” You weakly let out, leaning back to look at Jake, who blinked at you, his heart aching at the question, “I know it was just a dream, but I watched my father kill you Jake. You and your family.”

Jake could feel your grief from your shaken voice, the hurt that he felt from you seeping into his own soul, “That’s all it was y/n. A dream. I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You looked away, not wanting to believe in such hope, but Jake made you look at him again, “Hey, hey, do you remember what you told me before? Before the bulldozers came?”

It was impossible to forget, one of the last memories you had with Jake, “Of course I do.”

Jake took your hands into his, his voice resolute and determined, “A father protects. It’s what gives him meaning. You died protecting me when I should have protected you. I’m not gonna make that mistake again.”

You were crying as he said those words, smiling as you wiped them away, the sorrow inside of you dissipating as he smiled back at you.

“You’re safe here.” Jake said, patting the hammock, “You can rest, okay?”

You shook your head, “I’ve been dead for what, twenty years?” You got up, fidgeting with your fingers, “I’m done resting, Jake.”

Jake faced you, “You can still sleep. You love to sleep. You were always the last to wake up in the shack, remember?” He joked.

You scoffed, “That’s because I had a cripple underneath me who loved to snore.”

You hit him on the arm, and he gasped, pointing a finger at you warningly, laughing, “Hey, I’m not in a wheelchair anymore, so don’t start a fight you can’t finish.

“I kind of miss when you were in a wheelchair though. It was so much easier to make fun of you.” You retorted sarcastically.

Jake sucked a breath in through his teeth, and you surrendered, “I’m joking! I’m joking, okay? Don’t be mad. You know I’ve always respected my elders.”

Neytiri couldn’t help but laugh along with your joke, so entertained by the two of you as she watched you interact. Even Mo’at was smiling, her heart warmed at seeing Jake with you again, remembering his agonized desperation to revive you all those years ago.

The children were all watching from above, the oldest ones so baffled to see their father so carefree, but Tuk hardly noticed, her concern mainly being on you. Without another thought, Tuk ran off, making her way to the tent, all her siblings groaning as they followed her, calling her name.

Neteyam stopped Spider though, “Maybe you should stay behind bro. My father meant it when he said he did not want her near humans.”

“And that includes me?” Spider asked, hurt and offended.

“I’m sorry. It’s my dad’s orders.” He replied, patting Spider’s shoulders before running after his siblings.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” Tuk said as she ran into the tent, and as you heard her voice, you crouched down -: she wrapped her arms around you sloppiy.

“Tuk be careful!” Neytiri scolded, worried about your shoulder.

You stood up, Tuk taking hold of your hand as she apologized, “Sorry,” Then gently, she pulled your hand forward, “Come on! You have to meet my sister... and Spider too!” Her excitement too great to remember what her father had asked.

Jake attemted to stop her, “Tuk no-”

But she had already led you out of the tent, everyone gathered in front of the entrance. Jake let out a sigh of relief seeing that Spider wasn’t with them. Since Tuk had given no context to who Spider was, you thought she was talking about some sort of pet, and you looked around for something on the ground before your eyes landed to the girl in front of you. Your face dropped as you looked at Kiri, the spitting image of Grace, so eerily similar that you felt as if you were looking at her ghost, your vision flashing between your memory of her and the reality of who was in front of you.

Kiri stepped forward, her own curiosity about you encouraging her words, “Hi, I’m Kiri. I’m Grace’s daughter.” She began nervously and you were even more shocked, her voice even holding the same intonations as Grace, the sound sending goosebumps down your spine.

The tears that had left you before arose again as you took in Kiri’s appearance, noticing immediately the necklace she had on her neck.

You inched closer, pointing at the necklace, “Your necklace. It was your mom’s.”

She put her hand over it, touching the pendant, “How did you know?”

“I made it for her when I first came to Pandora.” You explained, “She was teaching me how to speak Na’vi, so I gave her this, as a gift.”

You stepped backward, taking note of her age in your mind. She wasn’t that much older than you, and you were reeling, filing through all the scientific possibilities in your head.

You looked at Jake, your eyes begging for answers, “How is this possible? You told me that the Great Mother couldn’t save her.”

“Actually,” Kiri began, “I was hoping that maybe you would know.” She paused, gulping down her expectations as she tried to maintain her calm, “Do you know who my father is?”

Everyone’s eyes went to you, but you kept yours on Kiri, her eyes so desperate for an answer as she looked at you, like your mere existence could fill in the missing pieces that laid like stones in her heart.

You reached into the depths of your mind, the memories of every instance with Grace appearing before you, the last making you wince, the pain of remembering her death agonizing how you felt in front of Kiri. “I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Your apology rang deeper than your ignorance of her conception. You stood in front of her knowing that she had no mother and that it was your father who had done that to her. You averted your eyes, taking refuge in staring at your fingers.

Kiri tried to hide how embarrassed she suddenly felt, her eyes downcast as she scolded herself for being so hopeful, “Oh. You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay, really.”

You wanted to give her some comfort. You owed it to her and casting that horrible feeling aside, you put a hand on her shoulder.

“Look, I was brought back by science, but you weren’t, you couldn’t have been,” She looked up at you, her expression pleading for you to continue, “Your mother loved Pandora with everything she had, and if that love somehow made you, then you’re a miracle, something Grace’s science, my science can’t explain.”

Kiri felt a warmth bubble inside her at your words and she looked at you with a cherished gratefulness as she clasped her hands around yours, “Thank you.”

You smiled at her, squeezing her hand before letting go. You looked down at Tuk, “So...where’s Spider? Is he a pet or something?”

“I’m not a pet.” A voice spoke from behind you, and you turned your head.

Jake glared at Neteyam and Lo’ak, mouthing his disappointment, Neteyam giving his father an apologetic expression while Lo’ak hardly cared, pressing his lips together in feigned regret.

He jumped down from where he was, approaching you, his appearance baffling. He was human, blue stripes painted on his body, his hair shaped like a lion’s mane, and the only clothing he had on was a loin cloth, similar to Lo’ak’s.

“I’m Spider,” He said, crossing his arms, “Socorro.”

Socorro.

The name was littered between the grief and sorrow that laid within you since you had woken up, the name so deeply buried in your mind that its sudden rise gave way to a singular memory, your body frozen as your mind’s eye displayed it in front of you.

You felt as if you were really there, the smell of the base filling your nose. Your father was beside you with his arms crossed, and you were standing in front of an operating room, the iodine smell wafting out as the door opened.

When the doctor came out, his surgical gear bloodied from the procedure, he pulled his mask down, meeting your father with a smile, although your father didn’t return it.

His frown projected how he felt as the doctor announced, “It’s a boy, Colonel. You have a son.”

Uncrossing his arms, he looked into the operating room, Paz Socorro, one of the pilots in the regiment, lying in the bed holding her son, their son. Paz motioned for him to come in, but he had his feet planted on the ground, tearing his eyes away from Paz and toward the doctor, his eyes moving swiftly to you.

“I ain’t got a son, doc.”

You couldn’t remember much after that, but you did remember Paz, and not fondly. She held nothing against your father for rejecting Spider, too in love with him to bear any hostility. Instead, she focused her hatred on you, blaming you for what had happened. She hadn’t always been so cruel to you, but how could you put her at fault? You were the reason why Quaritch didn’t love his son.

“Are you okay?” Lo’ak asked, your blank stare giving way to the concern that was filling his heart.

“Y-yeah.” You looked back at Spider, just the sight of him pinching at your heart, “I’m y/n.” You paused, attempting to joke, “You definitely don’t look like a pet.”

“Thanks,” Spider replied, laughing.

You managed a smile at him, but Jake could see the pain in your eyes. Lo’ak had seen it too, recognizing it as the same face you had when your father was calling out for you. You had become scarily silent, so lost in the pain of that memory that when Jake put a hand on your back, you didn’t move, your breathing staggering as you stood.

Worried, Neytiri took you by the shoulders and in your daze, your feet moved on their own as she escorted you back into the tent.

They all attempted to follow but Jake put his hand up, glaring at his two sons, his anger showing in the ferocity of his whisper, “I asked you to do one thing. One thing.”

Spider, feeling the guilt rise in him, spoke, “No, Jake it was me. I didn’t listen.”

Jake closed his eyes, frustrated as he let a breath in, “Go to bed. All of you.”

“But dad-” Lo’ak pressed on, moving forward, but Jake outstretched his arm, blocking the way.

“Get to bed.” He repeated himself, the firmness in his tone making Lo’ak back away.

Mo’at, who had kept her ear open as she sat on the floor of the tent, ascended from her position, “Do as your father says, my grandson. You’ll get to see her soon enough.” She seemed to be hinting at something, and Lo’ak only half-caught on, still annoyed by his father.

“Let’s go.” Neteyam said to his siblings, and they all reluctantly followed.

Spider trailing behind them at first, but he stopped, the call of his dangerous curiosity influencing his steps back toward the tent. Spider had watched your reaction when he said his name, your face turning pale and your eyes going blank. You were remembering something, and he had to know what it was.

When Spider darted off, Lo’ak followed. “Spider!” Lo’ak called after him, “Wait up!”

Neteyam grunted in annoyance, “Kiri, take Tuk home please?”

She agreed as her brother ran, but Tuk refused, “I want to go with them!”

“Tuk no! Come back!” But Tuk had already let go of her sister’s hand, passing the many tents to catch up to her brothers, and with no other choice, Kiri hastened her pace chasing after her.

Lo’ak and Spider took to the top of the rock they were at earlier, eagerly listening to your conversation with Jake.

As Jake approached, he looked apologetic, “Look, I know how you must be feeling and-”

“Do you really, Jake?” You exploded, pushing him away from you as you pounded at your own chest, “Do you know how it feels to look your own brother in the eye and know that it was your fault he was orphaned?”

Jake fell silent, battered by your agonized rage.

“My father didn’t want him because he already had me. He picked me off the street on earth, but Spider is his flesh and blood,” Your voice was breaking, so disgusted by the words you were saying that you thought you could feel bile fill your throat, almost drowning you.

“Does he know? Does he know who his parents are?” You questioned, giving him an accusatory look.

“No,” Neytiri piped in, shaking her head.

You squinted your eyes at Jake, “How could you not tell him?”

“You know your father, y/n. Would you have told him?” Jake pleaded, wanting for you to understand his decision, “I thought he would be better off not knowing.”

You were wrong to do that, Jake. No matter how much of a monster Quaritch is, Spider deserved to know.”

Lo’ak watched as Spider took everything in, his face twisting and scrunching as he tried to convince himself that everything you said wasn’t true. All he ever knew was that his parents had died in the battle with the Sky People, and he always wondered, allowed himself to explore those curious thoughts that longed to know who his parents really were. But as he listened to you, every word that you spoke like a knife in his chest, inching and inching further and further into his heart, he wished he had just left well enough alone.

Inside of him, like a disease that seemed to invade his mind, he was overcome with envy, his mouth in a snarl as he looked at you in your Na’vi form, Neytiri next to you as she took your hand into hers and even Mo’at regarded you, her concern shown as she stepped forward too.

Everything he ever wanted you had.

You were one of The People, accepted by Neytiri and Mo’at, and even before he was born, you were inducted in worthiness, your legacy so grand, so perfect, that the father you shared didn’t even bother to try to love him.

Neteyam came up from behind them, placing his hands on both of their shoulders, distressed as he whispered, “You cannot be here. Dad will skin us if he finds out.”

Spider pushed Neteyam’s hand away, storming off. He looked at Lo’ak, astonished by Spider’s reaction and Lo’ak got up from his crouched position, running off in the direction Spider ran off to.

Tuk climbed up onto the rock, Kiri behind her, as she crouched beside Neteyam, whispering innocently to him, “What’s going on?”

Kiri gave her brother an apologetic, sheepish look, but he let out a long frustrated sigh, pinching his temples together in frustration and mentally scolding himself for not anticipating them. He got up, picking Tuk up and carrying her, Kiri beside him as they both ran off to catch up with Lo’ak and Spider.

He had run off toward where he slept, the quarters for both humans and avatars clustered between the rectangular metal sites, identical to the shack in the other part of the mountains.

Before they reached the perimeter of it, Lo’ak stopped him from continuing. “Spider!” Lo’ak taking hold of his arm, “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m not okay!” He pushed Lo’ak away, his breathing heavy as he said his thoughts aloud, spilling haphazardly in anger, “Did you not hear what she said? Everything I know is a lie! I thought that my parents had died for something right, but t-they were the enemy. My father killed Kiri’s mom and tried to destroy everything here.”

Kiri went to his side, kneeling down as she tried to calm him down, “You’re not him, Spider.”

Neteyam pushed for reason, abating how dumbfounded he felt hearing the truth, “Kiri is right and you cannot change the past. He’s your father.”

“And he’s her father too. Y/n is my sister, if I can even call her that,” Spider buried his face in his hands, so angry that he couldn’t help from tears falling down his face, “I’m nothing to him, just the son he never wanted, while she got to be his daughter. He chose her.”

“She couldn’t have wanted that for you, Spider. Did you not see how hurt she was over everything? You can’t blame her for what he did.” Lo’ak explained.

Spider scowled at him, “So you’d rather defend her than your best friend?”

“It’s not like that, okay? You don’t know her, Spider. You don’t know the whole story.” Lo’ak argued.

“Oh, and you do?” Spider inquired with fury in his eyes, “Whether I know her or not, it’s just like Neteyam said, it won’t change anything.” Too angry and too hurt, Spider left without another word.

Kiri stood up, her heart aching as she watched Spider go, Neteyam put a hand on her back, “You know him. He will cool off eventually.”

Tuk, who was confused about what was happening, agreed with Neteyam out of concern for Kiri, “Yeah, Kiri. Don’t worry.”

Kiri glared at Lo’ak, her own disdain showing in her voice, “How could you let him just listen to all of that? How could you not be more sympathetic toward his situation?”

Lo’ak argued back, just as fiercely as his sister, “He wanted to go on his own, okay? And besides, what should I have done? Hold his hand? I was trying to be reasonable, Kiri.”

He stepped forward, his voice stern, “Ask yourself this question, do you think it’s her fault? After everything you learned about her, after what she told you about your mom...do you think that Spider’s right for making her the bad guy? The bad guy is her father, the guy that would have killed Tuk and I if she wasn’t there.”

Lo’ak had so much more to say, the tension between him and his sister as she maintained her glare, her pride too great to admit that he was right.

Neteyam subdued the tension, interjecting as he stepped between them, “That’s enough. Let’s go home before dad notices.”

In his anger, Lo’ak had forgotten about his dad, “Ugh, dad’s gonna kill us when he finds out.” He groaned, dreading the long-winded lecture he knew was inevitable.

“No, he’s gonna kill you.” Kiri spat, her voice laced with attitude as she walked away.

“How much did he hear?” Jake was rubbing his forehead, agitated as his children were in front of him.

Lo’ak paused before responding, “All of it.”

“And where were you? I told you to take them home.” Jake asked his oldest son, so obviously disappointed from the way his voice cut so callously through the air.

“Sorry, sir.” Neteyam let out, his hands behind his back.

“Ma Jake. It has been a long day and the children must sleep.” Neytiri let out, keeping her voice mellow.

“I’ll deal with Spider tomorrow, alright?” Everyone nodded and Jake, satisfied, told them to get ready for bed.

Rolling out their mats, everyone quickly laid down, wanting to leave behind the heaviness of the day. Eventually, sleep overtook them all, but Lo’ak, who had tried so hard to succumb to that heaviness, couldn’t keep his eyes closed, his thoughts naturally wandering to you.

He couldn’t help it as he wondered if you were okay, wondering if you were sleeping too or lying awake like he was. Lo’ak couldn’t leave his inner questions unanswered and without hesitation, he slowly lifted himself up, quietly ascending and carefully stepping toward the entrance of their tent and slipping away.

He quickly made his way to the tent you were in and once he made it to the entrance, he pulled the curtain back slightly, peeking his head in, the light of a small candle illuminating the tent in a dim amber hue. He didn’t expect to find Mo’at there, still awake and seated on the floor in a meditative state.

Somehow, she didn’t even need to open her eyes to know that it was Lo’ak, talking quietly as she acknowledged him, “Why are you here, my grandson?”

Lo’ak walked through, closing the curtain and stepping forward, his eyes going to you in the hammock, and although you were lying down, you were wide awake, only pretending to be asleep. You were afraid to, expecting the nightmares to come again, and after the day that you had, you knew that they would be worse this time around.

And with those nightmares also came your infiltrating thoughts, thoughts consumed with problems that were ahead of you—your father, your brother, and your struggle with your new life—sleep couldn’t cure those problems, leaving you to feel guilty to even just rest.

But hearing Lo’ak come in distracted you, and you listened to him intently, focusing on him and the unusually long pause that occurred after Mo’at’s question. Lo’ak was thinking up an excuse, and in her curiosity, Mo’at opened her eyes.

Lo’ak was teetering on his heels and remembering you had given him those pictures, he pulled them out of his pocket, “Her pictures, I wanted to give them back.”

“Really?” Mo’at asked, raising an eyebrow, “Why do I feel as if you are here for more than that? You are concerned for her, no?”

Lo’ak didn’t have a response to her question, any words he was thinking of saying getting caught in his throat.

She looked behind her, her head still pivoted toward you as her eyes landed on her grandson, who had focused his gaze back on you. As if that didn’t make things any more obvious to Mo’at, she could sense his quickened heartbeat and his underlying nerves by her own motherly instinct.

Mo’at got up, a hand on her heart as she grinned at Lo’ak, her next words trusting in the voice that she felt in her soul, “Why don’t you watch her until morning for me? Your grandmother must sleep.”

“Really?” Lo’ak replied, his excitement bouncing off his final syllable.

She lowered her eyes at him, “Yes, but I can stay here if you do not wish to-”

“No, I’ll watch her. You go and rest.” He interrupted.

She put her hands on his shoulders affectionately, “Good, good. I will be back in the morning.”

When you two were finally alone, he placed your pictures neatly on the table before slowly and quietly making his way to you. He leaned against the wall, admiring you. Even in your other clothing, your appearance rugged from the forest and blood dripping from your wound, Lo’ak thought you were pretty. But in the candle light, you were luminous, its rays cascading its amber colors onto your skin, most of your body now exposed to drink up the hues.

You still had your eyes closed, and you could feel his eyes on you. You cleared your throat, startling him as you spoke, “I know you didn’t come all the way here just to stare at me.”

“Have you been awake this whole time?” Lo’ak asked, stunned.

You finally fluttered your eyes open, “I couldn’t sleep. So what’s your excuse?”

Lo’ak stood up, “Didn’t you hear? I wanted to give your pictures back, that’s why I came.”

He kept his tone as nonchalant as possible, despite how much he could feel his heart pounding against his chest and his palms becoming sweaty with how nervous you were really making him.

You still looked at him with a suspicious expression, “In the middle of the night?”

“They’re important to you, aren’t they?” Lo’ak scoffed, trying to keep his composure.

Everything he was saying was defying any reasonable logic, but you were amused by him, smiling as you walked over to the table, questioning him further, “So you woke up just to give me these?”

Lo’ak crossed his arms, dedicated to maintaining a cool demeanor as he responded, “Well, yeah, but my grandma asked me to watch you too,” He paused, watching your reaction as he took the opportunity to tease, “She’s an old woman, you know. She needs her sleep.”

Although you knew he was making excuses, you played along, “Are you always this thoughtful or are you trying to impress me?”

He circled around you, his gaze fixated on you as he took a seat in the hammock, laying his back into it and resting his hands beneath his head, “Why? Are you into it?” He genuinely wanted to know, his eyes glinting with a ferocious curiosity.

You couldn’t take him seriously though, laughing as you approached, taking a seat beside him, “You’re in my spot.”

He put a hand on his chest, fake pouting, “And you don’t want to share? After I interrupted my perfectly good night to come here?”

You let a breath out, and to his surprise, you actually did lie down next to him, so unconcerned as you carelessly let your arms and legs touch his, the feeling igniting his cool skin.

“You’re lying.” You said, “Come on, why are you really up?”

Lo’ak gulped, adjusting himself slightly to give you more room, but you stayed still, only moving your head to look at him. Your foreheads weren’t even touching, but they might as well have, the effect of your proximity creating a tension that only Lo’ak seemed to notice.

Even though he was curious, he didn’t bring anything up about your old life, about Spider, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. Lo’ak found refuge in the ceiling as he responded, “I couldn’t sleep. I was too busy worrying about you.”

He glanced back at you, looking for a specific reaction in your eyes, hoping that you were feeling the same tension he was. You seemed immune to his continuous charms as your gaze gave him no indications, unreadable as you simply listened to him, your expression as calm as before. But you did feel it, unsure of what it was and unsure of how to react to it, having never felt anything like it before.

He suddenly felt awkward, clearing his throat, “So what about you? Why aren’t you sleeping? You can tell me…or don’t. Whatever you want.”

For a moment you hesitated, not wanting to share your troubles with him, to burden him with that unbearable weight. But Lo’ak had managed to make you feel lighter and you somehow found yourself talking to him easily.

“Nightmares.” You let out, “I always had nightmares when I lived on the base, but when I moved to the shack with your dad and everyone, they stopped.” You paused, “I guess I’ve still got my old habits wired in this new brain.”

“Well, not all your old habits,” Lo’ak began slowly, adjusting himself and giving you his full attention as he turned, “You know, I never thanked you for saving me, for protecting Tuk, so thank you.”

You did the same, shifting yourself as you looked at him, “You know, it’s weird. All of you have no problem seeing me as one of you, but I’m still having a hard time believing it.”

I’ve lived here my whole life, and I still have a hard time too.” Lo’ak held his hand up, wiggling his fingers, “Ketuwong, alien—it’s all they see, even though everyone denies it. “

You softened your expression, saddened by how he had said it, his voice desperately wanting to sound detached, indifferent to the problem, but despite how hard he tried to mask how he felt, you saw right through his attempt at apathy.

You held your hand up, aligning your fingers and touching your palm to his, “It’s okay. That means we match.”

Lo’ak’s mouth parted in surprise before he quickly pressed his lips together into a smile, not one of his usual smirks, but a real one, one he rarely ever showed, “Yeah, we do.”

You hardly realized the implications of what he said, your mind rationalizing it as your heart acted on its own, beating rapidly, so moved by the way your hands touched and the way he was smiling at you. Everything stirring inside of you felt like uncharted territory, the matters of the heart having never been traversed by your soul.

Yet, that territory did not resemble harsh landscapes or scary, rocky heights. It felt more like you were crossing through the bluest and calmest of waters, freely flowing and fluidly ferrying those feelings in you, easing and rocking them as they slowly settled within. And while you eased into those affections slowly, Lo’ak didn’t have to. He knew exactly how he felt about you, and he felt confident in his ability to make you realize the potential of your growing connection.

You retracted your hand slowly, resting it on your chest as you looked at the ceiling again, a blush settling on your cheeks. You both found yourselves in comfortable silence for a moment, peace finding the both of you just as it had when you were lying on the grass in the forest. Lo’ak was thinking of something to talk about, wanting to take your mind off of the nightmares and what had happened earlier that day.

His mind finally settled on a question and shifting his gaze from the ceiling to you he began, “So, what are you…” His voice quickly trailed off when he saw your eyes were closed.

You had fallen asleep.

He couldn’t believe it, and since you had fooled him once before, he uttered your name in a faint whisper, to which you held no response to, only breathing steadily as you laid still. Lo’ak felt the heaviness of his own eyes, but waited to fall asleep for as long as he could, ready to be there for you if the nightmares crept up in your mind again.

But they never did.

You awoke as light peeked through the tent, the rays from the sun infiltrating the space and signaling the morning’s arrival. You didn’t want to open your eyes, too comfortable in the position you were in. It wasn’t until you felt slight movement from next to you and the touch of a hand around your waist that you finally opened your eyes. You were lying on your side and looking over your shoulder, you found Lo’ak, still sleeping, his arm comfortably snaked around your waist and his other one positioned where your head had been.

You put your hand over your mouth, shocked and wondering how you let yourself fall asleep with him last night. Carefully, you tried to lift Lo’ak’s arm from your waist, but the movement only made him pull you in closer, the feel of his breath sending goosebumps down your spine as your back hit his chest. You tried again with a little more force and you were finally able to slip out from underneath him, lightly touching your feet onto the ground as you cautiously looked back at him, making sure he was still asleep.

To your relief, he was, and you wasted no time walking out of the tent, pulling the curtain back quickly and shutting it. You let a breath out, patting your cheeks and closing your eyes as you tried to process what had happened, trying to distract yourself from the scene in front of you. Life was already active in the camp as you saw everyone begin their daily routines, warriors already meeting, families preparing meals for their families, bundles of materials being carried around between women and men, and lastly you saw the very few children wandering, their eyes still tired as they yawned.

“I assume you slept well in my grandson’s arms?” Mo’at spoke from the right of you, the suddenness making you jump.

You felt your cheeks turn pink, your eyes darting to her. You greeted her properly, touching your hand to your forehead and extending it to her as she did the same.

Seeing the slight panic in your eyes, she put a hand up to reassure you, “Do not worry my child. I only tease.”

Her idea of a joke made you feel queasy with nervousness as you let out a weak laugh, “Ah, you’re funny Mo’at.”

She had her hands clasped together, an amused smile on her face, “But I am right, no? You were able to sleep.”

You scratched your head, looking away from her, “I was sleeping before Lo’ak got there.”

She raised an eyebrow at you, “You did a poor job fooling me.”

You gasped, “You knew the whole time? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Sometimes silence is better than talk.”

She looked back at the tent, placing a hand on the curtain as she pulled it back, revealing Lo’ak, still soundly asleep, “But, it was not my silence that calmed your heart, was it?”

You turned violently pink as you struggled to respond to her, “Well-I mean-I-”

“Do not worry. This will be our secret.” Mo’at whispered.

In her excitement, she was getting ahead of herself, spewing her words out with pride, “But, do not hold shame over this, y/n. My grandsons are the most handsome of all the men here. If you realize you are not too fond of Lo’ak, then I’m sure Neteyam would be very good for you.”

You still didn’t know what to say, your mouth parting to speak, but no words falling out. Your shock only allowed you to nod, as you barely even registered what she had said, your mind and heart racing to catch onto the words to understand their heft.

She gave you a pleased smile, putting an affectionate hand on your cheek before she drew the curtain fully, the pouring light from the entrance into the entire tent, the abruptness of sunshine instantly stirring Lo’ak awake.

Rubbing his eyes, Lo’ak sat up and Mo’at approached him, her hands clasped together, “I suggest that you run back home Lo’ak before you get into more trouble.”

Planting his feet on the ground he stood, grunting, “I’m always in trouble, grandma.”

He looked over to where you were, and when you made eye-contact, Lo’ak smirked, “At least this time, it’ll be worth it.”

Author’s Note

My lovers,

Okay so many things happened but round of applause for mo’at, your biggest shipper ~ SHE IS PLAYING HER GRANDMA DUTIES WELL

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!! PLEASE let me know what you thought of it in the comments! I really love reading your predictions and how you felt :)

~ ~ I hadn’t originally planned on putting Spider in my story, but I wanted to add more depth to the reader’s arc and intertwine their fates together— Spider who desperately feels like he belongs and tries so hard, and then there’s YOU who didn’t even try at all to be one of The People and has already been accepted even though you still feel like you don’t deserve to. I just couldn’t resist it :)

again thank you all SO MUCH for taking the time to read my story and for leaving such wonderful comments and just showing your love on here!

i never expected anyone to even read any of my work and as more of you become part of my lovers clan i just feel like crying cause i just love you all so much !!

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Star-crossed | Lo'ak x fem!human!reader part 3/?

A.N: Omg part 3 finally, thank you for all your patience my lovelies, this story is still ongoing and yeah, I'm back baby. Also shh, shh, I've been reading a lot of Goethe, okay?

Warnings: once again, both Lo'ak and the reader are 20y/o, , MINORS DO NOT INTERACT with this or anything on my accounts. NSFW!!! mentions of smoking (don't do it, I'm begging), brief mentions of a/b/o dynamics (nesting), intense making out, heavy petting.

words: 3.3K

summary: reader is a human left behind on pandora, she grew up with the remaining humans who'd been aloud to stay on the planet after the war and has been friends with the Sully clan her entire life. She and Lo'ak were best friends until he began to pull away from her in their teen years for seemingly no reason. This story is about them reconnecting on the day of her twentieth birthday, and dealing with the feelings they have for each other and the obstacles that come with them being from two different worlds.

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Na'vi words:

Ngaytxoa= I'm sorry

“I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther.

Lo'ak had gotten himself into an infinite array of stupidly frightful and dangerous situations in his lifetime. He was more than used to the feeling of his life flashing before his eyes. But nothing, not even the very real threat he'd just escaped of being mauled alive by a Thanator had scared him quite as much as what y/n had just done. Eywa was the keeper of all life on Pandora, and that life hung on a very precarious balance. Everything that was taken will eventually be given back, and vice versa. What was the price that now hung over his own life?

"What have you done?" He hissed at y/n as she got up and turned away from him, her arms crossed over her chest. "Is everything a joke to humans? Eywa is not a friend you can simply ask a favor from-"

"I saved your life!" She snapped back at him, livid from being compared to the rest of the Sky people. But of course, y/n knew by now that was all she was to him. "I don't need you to lecture me, I knew exactly what I was doing and I'm ready to pay the consequences, whatever they may be. I'm not a child, Lo'ak. I can make my own decisions, I figured you of all people would understand."

"Understand?" Lo'ak almost laughed, completely dumbfounded by her words. "Understand what? That you're on a path to destroying yourself? Don't think I don't know what you were doing outside before." He gave her a hard stare, now standing up to tower over her. Y/n felt herself go very pale. She had never intended for anyone to find out about her smoking, and even though it was none of Lo'ak's business, she still felt deeply ashamed.

"So that's what you were doing out there. Spying on me-" Y/n decided to accuse him back, but Lo'ak wasn't going to let her get off that easy. "Nah, nah, we're still talking about you here. Kiri told us her mother was addicted to those things. You might think I'm some dumb savage and try to lie to my face, but I know exactly what they are and what they do to your body!"

Y/n was taken aback. Lo'ak was seething and physically shaking. She knew how much he loved his family, and understood why her vice would have been a slap in the face to his sister, but his reaction was still out of order. Little did she know that her already shorter life span compared to his own weighed on him more and more with each passing day, and discovering she was actively cutting her own life short was a blow to the heart.

"Oh look who's talking! When have you, Lo'ak Sully, ever stopped yourself once from being reckless?" She retorted. "You're right about Kiri, and none of them know, so let's keep it that way. As far as my well-being is concerned, I can hardly see why that would be any of your business." Lo'ak was about to cut her off again, but she continued. "And don't you ever put words like 'dumb savage' in my mouth again. I know we haven't seen each other in so long... but how could you-" A small sob escaped her lips and she was quick to wipe a tear from her cheek. "How could you think... that I see you in such a way...?"

Lo'ak looked down at his hands in shame. He'd just gone and made y/n cry. And he didn't even have the guts to look back into her eyes, which were now brimming with tears. Why had he come? Why couldn't he have just kept himself away like he'd promised himself he would have all those years ago?

"Lo'ak, you were my... entire world. Then you left, and I accepted that you had to grow up and take on your responsibilities. I always knew you had bigger things in your future, way beyond your friendship with me..." Y/n hugged herself, holding her arms around her middle. "And if somewhere along the way you decided to hate me, I accept that too. But I won't... I won't let you turn me into this demonized version you have of me now. I don't hate you. I will never think of you as a savage. I don't care if you're here trying to start an argument with me as a way to make you cope with your sudden guilt-"

"Then what else can I do?" He snarled, finally looking back at her. "Because I've tried staying away, and somehow, I'm shit at that too."

Y/n was at a complete loss. Lo'ak wasn't making any sense. He was the one who'd made the decision to walk away from her, not the other way around. She was certain she had never given him any indication of wanting him gone from her life.

"You still don't get it, do you?" He shook his head, an awkward grin taking over his features. Though, y/n noted, she had probably never seen him in so much pain. "I need you to tell me to stay away. I need you to tell me how much you hate me, how badly I make you sick." As he said this, Lo'ak began to make his way over to where y/n was leaning against the wall, her eyes wide and glued to his.

Y/n shook her head, forgetting about why she'd been so upset, now that Lo'ak genuinely looked like he was on the verge of sanity. "No. Lo'ak I'm not going to do that. Whatever it is, whatever's going on, it's going to be-"

"No?" He asked sardonically, a frown crossing his features again before he wiped a hand down his face. "How about I tell you the real reason why I had to keep myself away from you all this time? See if you don't hate me then..."

Y/n held her breath. Not because she was scared of Lo'ak or what he was about to say, but because he was so close she was forgetting how to breathe.

Here goes nothing, thought the Na'vi. Sure that it was the last thing he was ever going to say to y/n before she chased him out of her home.

"My stupid, useless heart... made me fall for you... from the day we first met..." Lo'ak shook his head again, almost as if he was telling y/n something shameful and disgusting. Meanwhile, y/n was certain her own heart had stopped beating in her chest. "And by the time I was sixteen... I realized... there is nobody else for me... and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't-I couldn't stop myself from thinking of you in a way that was... wrong." He got down to his knees, unable to keep holding up his weight on the low ceiling above him.

"Wrong?" Y/n managed to ask in a whisper. Lo'ak was telling her all the things she could only have hoped to dream of her entire life, but he looked like he was nothing but sick to his stomach as he was saying them to her. She reached out to him, trying to touch his face as she got on the tip of her toes. "Those are the most beautiful words anyone has ever said to me. And I'm hearing them from you, Lo'ak. How could any of this be wrong?"

Lo'ak retracted from her touch almost as if he'd been burnt and all of a sudden, his anger back with a force.

"Look at me!" He cried out, tail whipping back and forth, while his ears were drawn back and his fangs were on full display. "No, really look at me, y/n. Because I know you're smart, so please don't pull that naive bullshit on me..."

Of course, y/n knew what Lo'ak was talking about, but she'd always felt like the one who was wrong for him and not the other way around. "I'm-I'm not being naive, Lo'ak. I'm just saying... that I've waited my whole life to hear you say those words, even though it's selfish of me to even think you could be with me... I'll never be able to keep up with you physically, I'm the one who will never understand what it's like to make a bond. I can't give you a family nor will I ever pass all the hurdles to be a true Omaticaya."

Listening to y/n words made Lo'ak realize how wrong he'd been in thinking he was alone in his heartbreak. He pulled y/n in his arms, mindful of how small and frail she was compared to him. She laughed a little through her tears and held on to him, knowing that was his way of apologizing to her. "The way look has nothing to do with this... no actually, maybe if you weren't such a handsome skxawng, we wouldn't be in this mess right now..." She giggled and he hissed at her playfully, but his somber mood quickly returned.

"I don't care about all those things you just said... about the clan, about having kids..." He said, his voice now sounding raw. "And you're wrong... the way I am physically, compared to you, has everything to do with this. Y/n I can't even fit in your home without having to get on my knees..." Y/n pressed her forehead against his chest, listening to his heartbeat steadily rise. "You know, I hated when dad used to measure our height... every time it felt like I was getting further and further away from you-"

"But that's not true Lo'ak-"

"How are you not afraid? I could easily break you in my hands as you are now without having to try..." Y/n looked up at him, her face showing no signs of worry. Only absolute trust. "You don't know what it's like... I live with the fear of accidentally slicing your skin open with my fangs, of hurting you when I want nothing more than to be the one who makes you feel good and safe..."

Y/n felt her face go red, and she noticed Lo'ak's cheeks livening up with color too at the sound of his own confession. She felt somewhat guilty, seeing as he'd just confessed a very real and damaging fear to her, but now it was almost impossible to get certain scenarios out of her head. While she was aware the Na'vi mated for life, she'd come to know from Neteyam and Kiri that sex before 'bonding' forever with someone was pretty common. She was certain Lo'ak had already had his fair share of experience and being with him was not going to prevent him from someday finding his true mate. Y/n was safe in the knowledge she wouldn't be taking anything away from him if they tried, and she was willing to be a distraction in his life for as long as he would let her. It was more than she could have hoped for anyway.

"Ngaytxoa, forgive me, t-that was..." He rambled. "I shouldn't have-"

"Yawne..." Y/n cooed, immediately leaving him at a loss for words. "I know you're scared, but maybe you should let me decide what I can or cannot handle." She said, letting her small hands run down his neck and over the expanse of his chest as she gently pulled away from him to stand up.

Lo'ak gulped. Audibly. His eyes never leaving her once.

Y/n placed both of her hands on his face and leaned in to peck his lips softly.

Lo'ak felt at that moment as if he were floating on thin air. Everything that had been worrying him up until that moment simply ceased to exist. He hesitated, hands hovering at her sides as he wasn't quite sure what to do with them. No one had ever wanted to be this close to him before, and to be completely honest, he was touch starved. His tail, however, had a mind of its own, and it came to wind itself tightly around y/n's ankle, making her pull away slightly and giggle. "Old habits die hard, I see."

He gave her a bashful look and scratched the back of his neck nervously as he willed his tail to free y/n from its vice. "Sorry... I'm not- I'm not really used to this..." She frowned at his words, gently running her hands through his braids. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not exactly... considered to be attractive... by the rest of the clan, I mean..." Lo'ak fumbled awkwardly with his hands. "The only people who ever wanted to get close to me did it as a way to get to my brother, and... I could never bring myself to see them the way I see you anyway..." This came as a shock to y/n. How could nobody else see Lo'ak? He was a true warrior, through and through just like his brother. He could have flown circles around anyone else on his ikran. He had a good heart, one completely devoted to his family and clan.

And even more shockingly...

"But you're so hot!" She blurted out, genuinely confused and immediately regretting her words. The cocky look on Lo'ak face made her understand he was going to take his way out of having a serious conversation by teasing her. Some things never changed.

"Ah, is that so?" Lo'ak goaded her, before striking a pose to show off his biceps. "This doing it for you?" He asked, raising an inquisitive brow at her. Y/n shoved him, barely even making him blink. "You are so stupid." She huffed, leaving the room.

"No, wait, hey!" Lo'ak laughed. "What happened to me being so hot?" He called after her. Lo'ak never thought things between him and y/n would ever have gone back to being so simple, but somehow, at that moment, it felt like they'd never stopped being friends.

He followed y/n, stepping into her room. Lo'ak hadn't been there in a long time, but not much had changed. Y/n was in the middle of dragging two mattresses down to the floor to make a makeshift bed Lo'ak could fit in, and his immediate instinct was to help her. The scene before him stunted him, however. He knew Y/n was no stranger to having Na'vi guests over, but watching her neatly sort out a bunch of pillows and blankets she'd woven into a quilt for him, immediately made him of one thing: nesting.

Lo'ak had to immediately shake that thought out of his head before he seriously embarrassed himself just from having uncovered a new way of seeing y/n in his dreams. He was more than certain that she knew nothing of heat or rut cycles since they were pretty rare and something that his siblings probably hadn't told her about since it was a rather private matter.

"Oh please, just keep standing there looking pretty while I make your bed for the night, jerk face." Y/n teased him when she caught him staring at her. Lo'ak got a running start before jumping into the 'bed', pulling her down on top of him and making the walls of her bedroom shake in the process. "Skxawng! Do you want my entire house to come down on our heads?" She laughed with him, shoving at his chest playfully.

"You called me yawne." Lo'ak said out of the blue as he stared up at y/n, carefully running his fingers through her hair. "Before."

"And you've only just realized? My, I guess it's true what they say about beauty-" Y/n pinched one of Lo'ak's cheeks and he retaliated by giving her a not-so-convincing hiss. "Smart-ass." He name-called her, before softly pinching one of her thighs, making her yelp in surprise.

He snorted at her cute little sound, but y/n had the last laugh when she decided to shut him up with a kiss. Lo'ak was quick to respond this time, and everything felt different. Y/n's body melted against him as she lay across his chest, and his arm were quick to wrap around her: one of them securing itself around her middle while the other reached down to her thigh. Everything about her felt like a dream to him, and his hand roamed her body with nothing except the upmost reverence for her. "You know..." Lo'ak mumbled in between kisses. "I was actually... trying to say something..." He sighed against her mouth when she dragged her teeth across his bottom lip. "Just now..."

"I know..." She smiled against his lips, not really intent on stopping. "It just takes you... so long... to get to the point..." she mused, taking her chance when Lo'ak opened his mouth to protest, and dragged her tongue over his fangs. The Na'vi felt himself go cross-eyed, knowing for sure he was now sporting an obvious erection.

Y/n looked back up at him when she felt his excitement brush up against her, and Lo'ak didn't know what to do. Kissing, he'd just discovered, was more than okay. They could do it, and safely too. But mating was out of the question, it didn't matter how persuasive y/n thought she was, he would die before hurting her like that.

The human girl couldn't help herself, scooching back all the way down Lo'ak's torso until she was finally sitting up in his lap, her thighs straddling him at both sides as she let out a whine of relief at the friction.

Lo'ak's eyes almost bulged out of his head in arousal and alarm, hastily pulling y/n back to where she'd been lying on top of him originally with a grunt of frustration. "Nah, ke-he, we are not doing that." He tried to be firm in his words, but he definitely heard his voice break at least twice in that single sentence.

Y/n knew Lo'ak was only saying it because he was scared for her well-being, and while she wished to someday change his mind, her yawne had just told her 'no' and she was certainly not going to ignore his feelings, nor would she have ever questioned him in this particular scenario. "Okay, yawne, I'm sorry." She spoke to him lovingly and kissed the knuckles of his right hand.

"You called me yawne again." Lo'ak said, those deep feelings of inadequacy hitting him back in full force. What kind of lover even deserved that title if he couldn't even make the person he cared the most about in the world feel good? "And I can't- I can't even-" He couldn't even make love to her.

"Lo'ak, we don't have to go all the way right at this second if you don't want to... " Y/n placed both of her hands on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart as he sat up and looked down at her, not entirely sure what she was talking about. "Honestly, just rutting down against you felt... well, you felt big and-" She got flustered and momentarily forgot what she was supposed to say. Lo'ak looked like he was going to have a heart attack if she was ever to repeat the words 'you' and 'big' in the same sentence ever again.

"W-what I mean is... you can touch me, i-if you want." Y/n removed her top, exposing her top half to him. "And I want to touch you. If that's okay..."

Lo'ak realized then he might have stood a better chance outside with the Thanator.

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oddaesthetin · 14 days ago

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DO YOU, BY ANY CHANCE, KNOW HOW TO COOK SEAFOOD SUNDUBU JJIGGAE? — han hyeongjun

a domestic fluff

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DO YOU, BY ANY CHANCE, KNOW HOW TO COOK SEAFOOD SUNDUBU JJIGGAE?

forty minutes after that message was sent, here you are now, standing in the kitchen of your boyfriend’s dorm, attempting to do what you think is probably the hardest challenge you’ve faced so far in your life. to be fucking honest, you’d rather deal with physics than spend your time learning how to clean shrimps — properly — according to hyeongjun; which, by the way, you thought was gonna be the hardest part of this cooking lesson.

never for a second in your life have you thought measurements would be your downfall.

“why’s it kinda bland?” hyeongjun asks, a minute after he came out of the bathroom.

you’re not built for this.

but a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do when she’s craving a meal that’s sold out at every nearby restaurant, and the second-best option involves waiting 3 hours. how unlucky of you to be caught in such a rare event. honestly, blame the cold weather.

both of you stare at the pale-looking soup in the pot. one bears a confused expression; while the other, playing coy.

knowing exactly what went wrong, you nod your head as if you’re not the one in charge of the seasoning. “yeah, it’s kind of anemic.”

he looked at you funnily for a second, then he snickers. the annoying one where he intentionally backs away and covers his mouth just to animatedly tease you. god, how you miss his quiet phase. uncovering him is like opening pandora’s box, you exaggeratedly thought.

“how many cups of chili did you put?” accusingly, he asks you. he took a spoon and scooped a bit to taste-test the soup.

now that you’re suffering, waiting for 3 hours doesn’t seem so bad. “uhm, two? like you said.”

“really? be honest.”

“okay, fine! i couldn’t find your measuring cups, so i just kinda… eyeballed it and hoped for the best,” you admit with an exasperated sigh. rolling your eyes, you add, “look, i thought i had an inner chef. turns out, she needs glasses.”

his laugh is instant, and it’s one of those laughs where you can tell he’s thoroughly enjoying your struggle. “it tastes kinda sad, but we can still add. it might make the seafood quite overcooked, but like you, i will hope for the best.”

you nudged him and acted like you were going to walk out. you had just turned when he caught your elbow and pulled you back closer while laughing and saying he’s kidding and sorry. the cooking lesson ended with him lecturing you about “how 1 cup is approximately about the size of a large apple and how sundubu jjiggae is meant to taste strong— it’s one of the main aspects that makes it comforting during a cold day.” not knowing the first thing about cooking, you nod along like you understand, even though half of it flies over your head.

“here, taste.”

without looking at it as you’re busy with cleaning up the mess you both caused (mostly you), you opened your mouth. he blew over the spoon to cool the hot soup before giving it to you.

“oh, it’s good!” you exclaimed.

the sight of you doing a little wiggle whenever you eat good food made hyeongjun smile. he thinks it’s adorable whenever you do something like that that you probably don’t even notice half the time. you don’t know it, but it’s these little mannerisms of yours and your shared love for food combined is what fuels him to learn more recipes just so he can cook them for you.

feeling a bit shy from his thoughts, hyeongjun just gives you a thumbs-up and moves the pot to the table.

“next time, you’re in charge of cleanup,” you mumble, taking a seat across from him.

he grins. “fine with me. but only if you promise to actually measure next time.”

you roll your eyes again but with a smile this time. the first spoonful of warm, slightly overcooked seafood sundubu jjigae hits your tongue, and you’re pleasantly surprised at how comforting it actually really is.

as you both eat, he rests his elbow on the table, watching you with that fond look a tsundere like him always tries to hide. “you know,” he starts, then pauses, like he’s deciding whether to say what’s on his mind. “you’re lucky you’re cute, or else I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble with you.”

“oh, please, you love this chaos,” you replied, nudging his leg under the table as if you’re not at all taken aback by him calling you cute. ahhh, pandora’s box— you once again thought to stop you from giggling and kicking your feet (lol).

“yeah,” he admits quietly. his lips curving into a soft smile did not escape your eyes.

moments like this make you think that maybe, just maybe, he’s your favorite part of the day.

later, as you’re stacking the dishes in the sink, he wraps his arm around your shoulders from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “next time, i’m gonna ask you to teach me how to bake,” he murmurs, pressing a swift kiss to your cheek.

and for a second, this time, it was you that paused. not because of the physical affection — those are starting to feel normal now — but because it hits you just how easy this is. the playful banter, the teasing, the warmth of him. this. it feels like something you could get used to. something you both already are.

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ahhh univ works will be starting again this week. i hope and pray i wont get discouraged to write. i hope this coming sem will be better than the last one. the last one drained me out like a bitch

also, im sorry 4 the music. this has been playing in my head for 2-days now and thought maybe i could try to force it into this fic lmao

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xan-izme · 1 year ago

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You Give Me Strength (Tsu'tey x adopted!Daughter reader)

You were the first child to be born on Pandora. Your mother was a scientist while your father resided in the RDA. The two were already married. When others found out about your mother being pregnant with you. There was some conflict on where the child should stay when arrived in the world.

Your father loved your mother and knew himself that a child going back and forth between their parents in such an environment wasn't healthy. So, he left the RDA building and stayed with his wife in the Avatar program building.

Your father was actually a big help, he helped gather samples, protected the scientist from wild animals without actually killing the animals, as he was a big animal person and had a really big soft spot for the Pandora animals.

Seeing as how much he actually cared about what the Avatar program was doing, they made him an avatar. It took a while for his avatar to fully form, and when his avatar did fully form, that's when Jake arrived.

Both Jake and your father bonded with each other pretty quickly. Both being in the military back at earth. Jake was a Marin while your father was in the Airforce.

You were finally born a week after Jake arrived. Both the RDA and Avatar program were thrilled for your arrival. And at that time, your father and Jake were already training to become one of the people. So he wasn't around that much.

But once he was able to hold you, he- no, actually him and Jake would refuse to give you back to your mother. Too busy playing with you.

When your father would tap back in his avatar, he wouldn't stop gushing about you to Tsu'tey, the Na'vi who was guiding him.

On the ceremony, Jake wanted his wife and child to be there. His wife was able to come, but there was no possible way for a baby to attend. Being a baby and all. But the moment the ceremony finished, he was quick to get to the lab in his avatar and hold your small body in his arms.

You and your parents were happy that night, the two of them already had an avatar body forming for you at the moment. Just have to wait 6 years.

sadly, your parents didn't have six years. Your mother was shot to death, becoming one with the spirit tree and Eywa. Your father, engulfed with sadness and rage, he fought in the war as hard as he could.

He died protecting his friend, his war brother, Tsu'tey from sky people.

Your father and mother showed so much love and loyalty to the Na'vi, You Na'vi body was still developing, and Jake was already having plans to adopt you.

And in a way he did. Taking care of you as much as he could, but when Netyam was born, Tsu'tey took care of you the most. Tsu'tey unofficially adopted you.

And when your Avatar body finally fully formed, you became Na'vi. And officially became the daughter of Tsu'tye te rongloa ateyitan,

Y/n l/n te Tsu'a Arvok'an

15 years later

"Come on Y/n!" Spider shouted as he ran on the vines connected to the floating mountains.

"Be careful Ma Mai'nu!" You shouted, worried that he'll fall, or just hurt himself. You were with the rest of the sully kids who you knew as your brothers and sisters, and Spider who was your own personal brother, as you liked to think.

You made sure to keep up with both Lo'ak and Spider. Neteyam and the girls close behind.

This was one of the days when you all are allowed to roam free, be children again, before the sky people returned. You sighed as you watched Lo'ak and Spider doing stupid things again.

But you liked watching them being carefree.

You were practically the same age as Spider, but he always treated you like you were way older. And you treated him as if he were a toddler, you can't help it. He both looks and acts like one to you.

Even if you were mainly known as Tsu'tey's daughter, Jake and Neytiri acted like your parents a lot.

Jake lectured you a lot

"Stop running like that!"

"No no no no! put the knife down Y/n!"

"Y/n L/n te Tsu'a Avrok'an, go and apologize to your father this instant!"

Jake made sure to keep you in line. To keep you out of any danger, afraid that you'll possibly get really hurt. You might not be his actual blood child or not belong to him, but he saw you as his own. So he treated you like his own.

Neytiri, oh how she babied you. Cottoling you and spoiling you. Not just you, but Neteyam as well. The two of you were her pride and joy. She gave you motherly love and that lead you to calling her "mom."

Then your father, Tsu'tey. He was very soft with you. Never harsh with you, never raised his voice at you. Whatever you wanted, he did for you. Hungry for a certain fruit that is possibly very deep in the forest? he'll get it for you.

You were the blood daughter of his dear friend, and his little girl. Evry emotion of pain and anger Tsu'tey felt when he was growing up, is something he never wanted you to feel. He never wants you to know the feeling of getting close to someone, loving that person, then that person ends up leaving you to be with Eywa once more.

That feeling is hurtful. That feeling is painful.

You were quick to mature. You became a perfect warrior with Netyam. The two of you being the youngest Na'vi in your clan.

"Y/n."

You turn your head and see Tsu'tey. You smiled and gave him a nod before turning back to your weaving.

"Who is this for?" Tsu'tey asked as he sat next to you, referring to the small poncho you were making.

"For Mai'nu. It is close to the cold season. Human skin is weak. The things Norm gives him weigh him down. Mai'nu does not even wear them! Did you know humans get sick easily?" You ranted off like a annoyed mother. Tsu'tey chuckled.

"Spider is strong for a sky person." Tsu'tey didn't hate Spider. His feelings were neutral towards the boy. In all honesty, Tsu'tey left those hateful feelings behind when you became his child.

You sighed and stopped your work. "How long will this war end, Papa? . . . We are winning the battles, but we lose our people in the process." Yes, you were raised as a perfect warrior, and due to your biological father's background and your current father's reputation as one of the best warriors in the clan. It is a natural expectation for you to be the same. Which you were.

But that means you enjoy it. You don't enjoy fighting. You don't enjoy taking lives and watching lives being taken.

Innocent lives.

Spider meant a lot to you. In all honesty. You felt like the two of you had more understanding with each other. The two of you were born on this planet, parents died from war.

And even if you were permanently in your Avatar body, you heard the whispers, you felt the constant staring.

You have earned respect from the clan. But Trust?

So much pain has been inflected through the whole clan ever since the sky people returned. Pain from the past was resurfacing.

There were times when you were given so much love by many but felt so empty. Recently, you would just space out. Find yourself stuck in the clouds.

"Y/n? you listening to me.?"

Your eyes flutter a little before finally focusing your sight on the human boy in front of you.

"Oh, yes Mai'nu?"

Spider frowns a little "You, okay? you've been spacing out on me lately."

You smiled fondly down at him and put your hand on his head. "I was just deep in thought. What was it that you need?"

"I was just thinking. You should take me on the raid today." You were quick to stare him down. "You already know my answer. Don't make me repeat myself."

Your smile faded quickly. Becoming stoic as you got yourself ready for said raid that was to occur in 20 minutes or less. The trains have become faster for transport lately.

"But- Jake lets Lo'ak and Neteyam come along!" Spider tried to protest. You sighed and dropped your bag on the ground before looking back at Spider, giving him your signature warning look, but he continued.

"You've been training me! let me prove it to you that I can do this."

"Okay, one; the training I give you is to protect yourself better for dangerous situations that you shouldn't be in. Secondly, I'm not Jake. When I say no, it's a no. Now go to Kiri, I have to go." You stormed off out the tent, leaving a sad little defeated Spider.

You don't mean to be harsh on him. Your just afraid to lose anyone.

#kiri avatar #neytiri #avatar x reader #avatar twow #tsutey x reader #lo'ak sully #spider #slight angst #found family #neyteyam #tuktirey

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missusmiller · 2 years ago

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Ignore this if you want and thank you for the hard work: Can I have a Scenario or one shot with Neteyam and fem S/O who is human but is sick, they are close friends and S/O always writes poems and songs for him, S/O has a heart disease that's why they are creating an Avatar for her, she loves to sing but she never sang again since she knew her heart and since she stayed on Pandora. But once she gets her Avatar body finally she can run, get rid of chest pains, fatigue, and the fear of dying and finally can sing again.

yayo // n.s x human -> na’vi reader

contains: lots of mentions of dying, heart disease, chronic illness stuff, soul transfer scene, fluff, shitty writing, drinking and being drunk, being in love with eywa cuz shes awesome

notes: this is not proofread at all my bad. also yayo means bird in na’vi cuz reader sings and birds sing so yeah aw so cute.

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I remember it like it was yesterday. I was thirteen years old, roughhousing with Neteyam and his younger siblings on the forest floor. We were having endless amounts of childish fun until I collapsed onto the dirt in a fit of breathless wails. Pain filled my chest as my heart eventually stopped beating. Neteyam carried me back in a panic to the lab where I was taken to get medical attention. I was thirteen when they told me I had valvular heart disease. I was thirteen when my life changed forever.

When I was diagnosed five years ago, Norm wasted no time to make sure I got an avatar. That avatar was my escape from the decaying prison I call my body. It felt like forever until he allowed me to drive it and when I did I was still restricted from doing most things. My heartbeat in my avatar body translates through the link so if I went too hard, my human heart would suffer. My avatar just temporarily stopped me from feeling the constant aches and pain.

Everyday my human body was only getting weaker and the topic of my death seemed to come up a lot more often in hushed conversations between the scientists. I could see the pity in everyone’s eyes as I walked around the lab. The pitiful looks towards me put a bitter taste in my mouth.

The only things that kept me from rotting in my bed for days on end were music, my poems, and my loved ones. Neteyam visited on a regular basis, often with his siblings or parents.

On the days that it was just Neteyam, he got the opportunity to see songs and poems I wrote. I’d hum the melody, not having enough courage or energy to sing fully. Those days usually ended with me ripping out his favorite song or poem of the day from my journal and gifting it to him. The loss of paper was worth seeing the thankful smile on his face every time. Throughout the years of our friendship, he never seemed to have a clue that my more romantic writings were about him.

Speaking of Neteyam, his obnoxiously cute accent echoed through my room as he entered and announced himself, “Y/N, your favorite friend has arrived!”

“Yes, you are my favorite friend, Nete. Always will be until my demise pretty soon.” I said with a small, careful laugh. Everything I did these days had to be done with caution.

Although what I said wasn’t meant to be taken in a depressing manner, I didn’t miss the look of pity and sadness that swam in Neteyam’s big yellow eyes.

“Hey man, don’t be like that. It’ll be okay, Nete.” I lied, motioning for him to come over to my bed where I laid. Since he was entirely too big to fit on my bed he settled on the floor next to me. I reached out to pet his hair like I usually do to comfort him but his large hand gently stopped my hand from going any further.

“You are dying yet you still try to comfort me? Think about yourself for once, Y/N. You are the one that needs comfort.” Neteyam lectures me, a stern face meeting my sight. Ironic how he is the one saying this considering his history.

A sigh left my mouth and I rolled onto my back to stare at anything but his intimidating eyes. He wasn’t wrong. I’ve been making sure everyone else was okay with my situation without even making sure that I was okay with my situation.

When I turned back around and looked at him again, it was like I could feel the imaginary concrete dam of numbness break down. What followed was the flooding of all those emotions and throughts that were kept at bay. I have always despised the way that Neteyam could break my walls down so easily.

“You’re right. I’m not ready to die, I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared.” My voice cracked embarrassingly at the word ‘die’ but neither me nor Neteyam cared in the moment.

“You will not die,” He paused for a moment to confirm what he was about to say, “because Eywa can bless you like she did with my father when he was human. I prayed to Eywa for permission and she gave me a sign. My parents approve, Y/N. But only if you wish to do this.”

My eyes widened and I shot up from my bed, tumbling onto the floor which earned me a hiss of concern from my friend. Out of pure excitement and disbelief, I quickly sat up on my knees and grabbed his face to place many fast happy kisses all over it.

Immediately after my loving attack on his face, he had to take a few breaths from his specialized mask. I didn’t pay much attention to it, not knowing his breathlessness had been due to my actions.

“I—I didn’t know you’d be this excited.” He managed to choke out as a purple hue spread throughout his cheeks and ears.

“Nete, you are giving me a way to not only live longer but a way to live with the people I love. I can be with you, Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuk without any of us having to wear masks. I can sing again. Like truly actually sing again.”

A large grin stretched across Neteyam’s face upon my realization. He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t miss my voice. I used to sing him Earthly lullabies and songs in our youth before my heart became weak. Even though we were young, he would always tell me that I was going to be a strong singer much like his mother and Ninat.

The rest of the night we joked, hugged, and messed around. He even sang the same song to me that I used to sing to him as kids. The act alone made my heart felt like it was going to burst but in a good way not like the usual heart attack painful way.

Eclipse soon came and Neteyam had to leave to attend to his duties —future Olo’eyktan stuff and all that. We kept in contact for days after to prepare me for my soul transferring ceremony.

When the day arrived, I was both nervous and excited. There was always a risk that I could be too weak to make it through the eye of Eywa. But if I were to die I’d rather die and be with Eywa than anywhere else.

The scenery was absolutely beautiful. Tons of Na’vi sat in rows, their bonds connected to the ground as they chanted a prayer. The ground lit up with bioluminescent blue lights, the tree a beautiful pinkish purple.

Mo’at stood at the tree, awaiting me.

Neteyam carried my leaf covered body through the aisle and he gave me a calming smile to ease my nerves. Eywa gave him a sign so he had absolutely no worries about this.

He followed Mo’at’s instructions to place me diagonally to where my na’vi body lay. “See you on the other side, yayo.” Neteyam said before stepping off to the side to allow the tsahik to do her thing.

The rest of the process was unknown to me because after Mo’at started chanting, my consciousness began to float up and out of my body. All physical restraints were broken as this spirit form danced freely.

A breathtakingly beautiful woman came into my vision. She looked like nothing I had ever seen before. Her energy made me feel warm, like no harm could ever come to me.

“Oh child, such a pure spirit you are.”

If I had a physical form at the moment I’d cry in her arms. I felt so vulnerable. So much so that I couldn’t talk but she knew what I had to say. She felt so loving, I didn’t want to leave.

“You cannot stay, child. He needs you.”

“He needs you.”

As if on cue, my spirit was sucked from the high place back down to life. I shot up in shocked surprise. Everything was fuzzy and I lost any remembrance of where I was.

A pair of strong arms held my panicked body close to theirs and they stroked my hair until I calmed. The ringing in my ears soon became sharp, clear sounds. Sounds of my name being whispered. Sounds of the rain lightly falling. Sounds of leaves brushing against one another.

“That’s it, that’s it. Come back to me.” A voice that I’ve known to always warm my heart spoke. The result on my heart was as previously stated.

Everything came back to me.

I wasted no time to shout tearful praise for Eywa and the clan started ululating as a response of joy.

Neteyam couldn’t help the tears that left his eyes. I was finally safe. I was finally okay.

“Now we celebrate!” Jake Sully yells like one of his war speeches and the clan roared before they started leaving to regroup somewhere—I assumed.

I felt something behind me swish in excitement. I look and my face lit up. A tail. A really adorable cute tail.

“Get her some clothes and meet us at the party!” Kiri laughed to Neteyam and the Sully family left quickly.

My heart dropped at the realization that I was in fact fully naked, “OH MY GOD IM BOOTYBUTT NAKED!”

Neteyam’s laugh boomed through the forest and the sound only added to the fast paced beating in my chest.

“You are Na’vi now! It does not matter! Come on, I already have an outfit planned for you. You’ll love it.” He took my hand and excitedly dragged me along to wherever he had my clothes. We reached his home which was empty considering the surrounding Na’vi were down celebrating the latest gift from Eywa, my rebirth.

Neteyam took some pieces of fabric from a box and tossed them over to me. I unraveled them and blinked in confusion.

“How do I put these strings on?”

After instruction, trial, and error, I finally got the loincloth and top on.

Looking in the mirror that I gifted Neteyam a few months ago, I inspected this outfit that he had so much confidence that I’d like.

The top was made of colorful woven thread and fabric, almost like crochet, and it splayed on my body like a necklace but tied in the back. It provided enough coverage for me to feel comfortable while also feeling supportive since my body was built a bit differently than normal Na’vi women. The loincloth was a pretty purple color, probably made of the same material as Neytiri’s leggings, and it only covered the front part. But I didn’t mind because when I turned around in the mirror, my ass looked good.

“Your past human vanity will rot your mind.” Neteyam joked as he watched me pose so that I could look at my nice blue ass.

After his little remark I stopped posing and stuck my tongue out at him before stating, “You ain’t gotta be human to recognize sexy. Now let’s go have fun.”

As we ran down branches without a care in the world I finally for once felt truly happy. I did not have to care about my heart failing or me suddenly collapsing on the ground. No, now I was really living. Neteyam noticed the change in my attitude and it sent a flutter to his heart.

When we arrived at the party the energy was electric. Everyone was drinking, eating, and dancing. Laughter filled the air around us. After two hours of fucking around, I was definitely getting slightly drunk.

When a group of Na’vi started singing a song that I recognized Kiri teaching me, I did not hesitate to let my voice out for the first time in years.

Happiness radiated through my body. It was almost like a visible aura surrounding me as I sung.

When the songs were over, Jake stood up and started speaking which silenced the room, “I would like to make a speech about dear Y/N here.”

The smell of alcohol filled my nose when he spoke.

He gripped my shoulder in a very dad-like manner and continued, “I have watched her grow from a young girl to a strong woman with a brave heart. She has been a friend to the Sully family for many years. My children do not know of a life without Y/N. Today, I proudly claim Y/N as a Sully! As a sister to my children.”

I wanted to melt into the floor. Sister? I think I would rather kill myself. I appreciate his enthusiasm and I love the guy but come on man. I had to set things straight immediately.

“Sir! Sir! No, I can’t accept it!” I blurt out, causing flabbergasted looks from the entire Sully family and the rest of the clan.

In a drunken stupor I quickly attempted to explain myself, “I want to be a Sully and want to be a part of this family but not like this. I don’t think I could mentally handle being the sister to the man I love.” During my explanation I held my sight on Neteyam.

His wide eyes softened when he realized what I meant. My name softly left his lips like I would shatter if he said it normally. All I could do was fiddle nervously with my top while waiting for a reaction, any reaction.

“I love you too.” He shamelessly stated before he stole me from his father’s grasp and held me once again to his body. His hands were dug into my hair and waist as if I would fly away. Our tails whipped madly behind us which caused Neytiri to swoon over how in love we looked.

Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk who were off to the side eating dessert were now freaking out over the scene unfolding in front of them. Neytiri had to shush the three of them so that the lovely moment wasn’t ruined by their gossiping voices.

To Neytiri’s despair, Jake’s tipsy laugh echoed through the area as he said, “Well, you heard the woman! She’s a future Sully!”

The clan woo’d and chuckled and carried on with partying, the topic of choice of Na’vi girl conversations now being that Neteyam is unfortunately spoken for.

“I didn’t exactly plan on telling you this way or this…publicly.” I said while swaying with my newly acclaimed lover to the music.

Neteyam gazed into my eyes, “I quite enjoyed it, my love. Now everyone knows that you’re mine and I am yours.”

His new nickname gave me goosebumps. The complete bliss I was feeling had to be fake. This all had to be fake.

But when Neteyam took my face in his hands and kissed me so passionately, so lovingly, it brought me back to reality. He was truly mine now.

That night I was given a place amongst the Omaticaya.

A place amongst the Sully’s.

A place with the one I loved where I sang him to sleep with the same lullabies from what seemed like forever ago.

#fanfic #reader insert #avatar #neteyam x reader #fluff #writing #neteyam fluff #neteyam sully #neteyam #avatar way of water #avatar wow #atwow spoilers #awow #awow x reader

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kikosaurscave · 2 years ago

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discovering weed with mo'at and kiri :

(this i guess will be part 1 , part 2 will be getting high with neteyam)

- you discovered the plant while out with tsahik and kiri looking for specific enhancer herbs that would help improve the pace of healing stages

- the plant was never seen before and it confused the three of you

- the moment was filled with laughter as mo'at told embarrassing stories of her grandchildren when they were much younger

- and the next moment was silent as she inspected the plant , its growing buds gloomed and glowed- it was definetly grown here with adaption to pandora

- such a thing was so strange that yous just had to bring a basket full back to the village

- in the hut(?) is where mo'at tested its grinding ability, along with its asorbtion while you and kiri attended to the wounds of an older na'vi and a na'vi around your age

- he said he broke his tail falling over but you didnt believe him- ..but ...it was indeed broken

-the hiss that came from mo'at startled the boy as she stared into the fire of the burning plant youd recently discovered

- a cloud of vibrant white smoke invaded the closed off area the 5 of you were in

- and thats how you ended up discovering what the humans called "marijuana"

- the 5 of you high off your shit in the humans lab under surveillance while toruk makto , neytiri and their sons were off miles away with other hunters and gatherers to retreive the loyal ikran after mating season , it was chaos

- when your eldest brother tsu'tey found out it was "bad" for you he was beyond angry- not at you or tsahik but the fact that ever since eywa birthed pandora they had never been taught the exsistance of this plant and what it does to your head

-oh well

- when your high for the first time its weird , not so much because of the feeling- hyperfocus, fuzzy feeling, dry mouth and dry eyes...but it was weird because of the irony of who you were high with

- mo'at aka your bestfriend nete's grandmother also aka the spirit leader of the clan...kiri the sweet daughter of the human lady ALSO neteyams adopted sister ...a gatherer..and some random boy you havent known of till he broke his tail doing what ever

-while your high all you can do it observe the changing colours of the lab , to your right you feel the eyes of the boy that sits next to you

-a few meters away mo'at speaks to the colours of the walls , up ahead kiri inspects her mothers gorgeous features

- the gatherer seems to be sleeping soundly...mouth agape...eyes wide open but literally theres no response from him if you tried to catch his attention

- u waddle over to the computer, playing around with the keys , tapping whatever interested you til a red light catches your attention and suddenly you see yourself on the hologram in front of you

-your confused puffed out state staring right back at you , kiri and mo'at in the back to your left doing whatever

-to your right is the gatherer picking his nose..and right beside you is the boy that youve ignored for the past dont know how long

-he just stares and its like weird

-the humans look happy to see na'vi in a state like this , they laugh hee hee ho ho and spider boy just pokes at kiris red puffy eyes laughing

- after about a whole eclipse , when your head is fine and everyone is better , your time was spent with a lecture from tsu'tey never to seek the plant again "or else"

-thats when you decide the best thing to do is search for the plant- with whom ever ist best ? neteyam.

lmk what you think ? should i post the part 2

#neteyam x reader #avatar 2 #weed is good

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siriuslygay1981 · 9 months ago

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Regulus and his last words | word count: 1015

Tw- Drowning and Death

Regulus figured his last words would be angry, maybe sad or even vindictive. A last hit to those who wronged him. Maybe even something to those he loved, some sort of 'ill miss you but I'm still going to do this' or just a simple 'i care for you deeply, goodbye'.

He forced himself to push that to the back of his mind, what use was it to him? He was 18 , he wasn't going to die anytime soon so why should he care? He was a skilled fighter but even then he was rarely on the battlefield. He had no real reason to worry.

Well- he got to know his last words sooner than he thought. He also had assumed he'd die with someone by his side he wasn't wrong per se...just not entirely correct either.

His throat hurts, it felt like he ate burnt wood and someone set a fire and like if he didn't get a drink now he was going to die. Acid crawled up his throat stinging and burning and so so painful, he coughed and crawled to the cool water below him. Of course he knew this is what might kill him, the trap was a bit obvious but he didn't care, he was going to die like this if he didn't get water.

He knows what his mother would say, what his father would say if they witnessed this moment because blacks do not beg, they'd sneer down at his squirming form and lecture him. They don't lower themselves to such low standards. They are above it, to suggest they would do something so low was just preposterous. In his desperation, his last futile attempts though...he couldn't care less about what he had been raised to believe

"Please- please I don't want to go-" his voice cracked as he struggled to hold onto the rocks properly, the hands tugging at his legs weren't getting stronger but he was getting weaker. Regulus tried kicking back at the hands but it just pulled on his arms and made him lose his grip more. He felt his fingers slipping and his bottom lip wobbled, his ragged breaths were coming out unevenly and his eyes stung.

His throat hurt so much and he just wanted to go home. He wanted to see his brother and his friends. He didn't want to die, he still had so much to do and Pandora was waiting for him. Evan and barty were counting on him. He hadn't gotten to really live.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry- I was so stupid- please I don't want to die- I just- please I'm scared-" he sobs out and he looks up at the gap in the cave, just above him where the stars peek through, a shudder goes through him.

"Siri-" he gasps as his hand slips off the rock and slices into his palm he cries out which only causes him more agony when he's inevitably pulled under water.

The water forces it's way into his mouth and he chokes and screams as it takes all the air from his lungs and filling it with cold, murky sludge. It soothes the burning in his throat only to replace it with ice cold hell. It's painful, it hurts and he can't do anything. He thrashes around, his arms waving wildly around attempting to swim up, his nose burns and his ears pop.

Regulus blinks his eyes harshly, hoping to see a way out. He can only see shadows, thin human like shadows from all over. It isn't clear but he swears he sees limbs and he might be hallucinating from that dreadful potion.

He tries to close his mouth without inhaling more water only to scream out again, razor sharp nails dig into his skin and maybe it was some type of monster down there. His shoulder is roughly pulled back, a soundless scream leaves him, his mouth opening wide, he sinks lower and lower, the water around him turning darker. Not just from the lack of sunlight but from the cuts that don't stop coming, he's being dragged through his blood.

His eyes sting from the disgusting water so he squeezes them shut, he can't see a thing anyways. It makes it all so much worse, the dark, the pain that amplifies, that doesn't stop as he's yanked around and dragged under further and further. His mind was starting to slow, he couldn't think properly, he forced his lips closed though. He had plenty of practice keeping screams in, even when it felt like he might die if he didn't.

He's being torn to shreds, choking on water and sludge, everything is dark and there's water in his nose and in his ears and he's losing this fight. And he's so so scared and he was fading...his head felt as if it was going to burst, his lungs burned and he knew that right before he passed out he'd open his mouth and his lungs would fill with more water and he'd drown. He would drown and he was going to die. It sent a jolt of pure terror down his body, his stomach clenching and oh God he was going to die. He was really truly about to die.

It wasn't like on the battlefield when he was nicked with a curse that could be easily reversed, it wasn't doing dangerous experiments with Pandora and cackling when their fringe was burnt off, no no this was it.

Maybe it wasn't so bad, if he ignored the claws ripping him into ribbon, the water in his lungs, the throbbing head, the terror of everything just...ending.

So..he stopped fighting, the hands gripped him firmly now, the tugging and pulling barely registering because of the stinging throbbing pain, he went weightless.

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thebibutterflyao3 · 8 months ago

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Day Seven - Marriage @sapphicmicrofics

April Daily Series - 676 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

Marlene nursed her second beer rather than slamming it like she had the first and all of those shots that James bought. Now that a little alcohol was flowing through her blood stream, her outrage at Dorcas’s accusation quickly faded to pensive irritation. She was grateful when Pandora suggested a pub night and had jumped at the excuse to escape the tension in the flat.

“Alright, Marls?” James asked, sliding into the booth next to her. He slid over another beer before taking a long drink of his own.

She sighed and dropped her forehead to the table. The cool wood’s surface would have been soothing if it didn’t reek of cleaning chemicals and stale alcohol. Not to mention, it was sticky. That couldn’t be a good sign.

“Oh no. Don’t do that,” Regulus said, reaching across the table and pushing her shoulder back to the seat. “This table is disgusting. If you must bang your head on something, use the seat. It’s softer and looks a lot cleaner.”

Marlene closed her eyes as she leaned her head back and tapped it against the top of the booth. She needed to get a fucking grip before she stepped foot in that flat again. Seeing Dorcas, hearing her voice, and not being allowed to touch her was torture. The scent of her cocoa butter lotion lingering in the air after she stormed out of the sitting room nearly knocked Marlene to her knees.

“So, how are we feeling?” James prompted.

“Just peachy! There’s nothing better than running into the love of your life and having her shout in your face. It’s brilliant! You should try it.”

Regulus’s laugh burst free with so much force that he choked on it. Next to her, James jerked forward to pat him on the back. Marlene couldn’t even summon the energy to roll her eyes at the two of them. Once he’d settled, Regulus cleared his throat several times before attempting to speak.

“We’ll have to take your word for it,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” Marlene rubbed her hands over her face vigorously, then downed the rest of her beer. “I’d rate it a 0/10, do not recommend.”

James leaned into her shoulder in his usual show of support. He knew that she hated when people fussed over her. Being openly emotive within a relationship was one thing, but with friends, it was harder.

Probably because I’ve been surrounded by utter twats my entire life.

“You can ignore me, if this is too personal,” Regulus said as he shifted in his seat, “but I have to ask. Is Dorcas really the love of your life?”

Marlene stared at him incredulously. She couldn’t comprehend the concept of someone falling out of love with Dorcas. It wasn’t possible! No one was that resilient. Mere mortals don’t have the capacity for it.

A bubble of hysterical laughter drifted up her throat and threatened to drown out the pub’s overly loud music. She was about to launch into a long-winded lecture about the inadequacy of mankind, until it occurred to her that she hadn’t answered his question.

“Of course she is! I planned to propose and everything,” Marlene insisted, digging in her pocket for her phone. “Look, I even bought a ring. She would have loved it!”

Regulus’s eyes blew wide as he glanced from Marlene to James and back again. He took her phone and studied the picture on the screen. “You wanted to marry her?”

“Marriage, adopt a kid or two, maybe a dog. All of it.”

“Does she know that?” he checked.

Marlene rested her chin in her hand and her elbow on the table. “She knows that I wanted it, I’m sure, but she didn’t know about the ring. I wasn’t subtle about my feelings for her. Everything went to shite so fast though. One minute, I had everything I’ve ever wanted in the palm of my hand and in the next it was all gone.”

Happy to homeless in a blink of an eye.

Next Part>>>

#dorlene #dorlene microfics #marlene mckinnon x dorcas meadows #marlene x dorcas #dorcas x marlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #marauders era #slytherin skittles #marauders girls #james potter #regulus black

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mylesimeblr · 11 months ago

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Remember me this way, part 2 preview (currently in progress) - Spider being a brat.

“So,” Norm says again, trying to return to his lecture, “As I was saying…”

“I wasn’t there,” Miles interrupts, “Could you please start over?”

Suzie glares at him from her chair and he smiles at her sweetly.

“But of course, Miles,” Norm answers politely even though it’s pretty clear he wants to be everything but polite right now, “We were talking about the Na’vis arrival and the welcome protocol… As you know, dedicated facilities have been specifically built for the Na’vis for obvious reasons, mostly privacy and safety. The air, gravity, not to mention the fact that with their size-”

Miles suddenly laughs, catching everyone’s attention.

“What is it, Miles?” Norms asks.

“Sorry! It’s just… the image of 10ft blue giants in loincloths walking around the main city reminds me of that very old movie… Uhm… King Kong!”

Sue gives him a pointed look, “Does that mean you’re Dwan?! You do have the hair!”

He gestures a pistol at her with a wink and she looks away, rolling her eyes at his childishness.

Norm clears his throat, “Please, please, please. Let’s be serious.”

“Sorry,” Miles says, not sorry at all.

“So,” Norm tries again, pushing his glasses on his nose, “The Na’vis will have dedicated facilities that you will share with them all throughout their stay. The place has been entirely made to accommodate both our species with breathable air and gravity, suitable for both races. You will have common size-adapted areas as well as private areas. One for humans and one for the Na’vis.”

Miles raises his hand, “Question!”

Norm lets go of a very tired sigh, “Miles?”

“Can I take Alexi, Mo and Buddy with me? Mo will get bored with nothing to clean and Buddy has anxiety crises when I’m not around.”

The other humans exchange aggravated looks.

Norm inhales sharply, “Of course, Miles. You can take your robots with you.”

“Can I take Simon too?”

“Simon?” Norm repeats, incredulous.

“He’s a cat. Maybe they could bond. Na’vis share many similarities with cats. Except that Na’vis are blue and cats are not,” he explains very seriously.

In the row in front of him, one of the two humans he hasn’t met yet starts laughing softly, his hand in front of his mouth.

Norm flares his nostrils, his eyes widening in exasperation (or an impending explosion of tears, Miles doesn’t know), “Thank you, Doctor Socorro for this VERY much needed information. Doctor Socorro, who I remind you everyone is an acclaimed astrophysicist and who lived on Pandora for eighteen years…”

“And there were no cats there! So maybe it's a coincidence! We never know!” Miles adds with the same misplaced scientific professionalism and he can feel Norm burn holes on his face through the shield of the screen.

#lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #miles spider socorro #mylesime fics #locorro

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touchlikethesun · 2 years ago

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what i think the marauders would study at uni (because i'm procrastinating on my uni work)

james: psychology, with a plan to get a masters in social work, he wants to be a child psychologist so bad it's not even funny

sirius: theatre, he's dramatic and the stage loves him, was there ever even a question - he's in like 3 student productions a term on top of his course work, and it barely phases him

remus: linguistics, i think remus would find linguistics, especially sociolinguistics really fascinating, but he'd dabble in kind of every subfield - he lives in the library and loves pouring over data sets and grammar trees (was a fervent chomskyian until studying austronesian languages and now chomsky is his greatest enemy)

peter: maths, this one i have less of a reason for, just because i know a few mathematicians that remind me of peter (this is a good thing they are good friends of mine)

lily: biochem, i think she has a special interest in like some endangered small mammal and intends to dedicate many many years to studying and trying to save it

mary: history and politics, but like focusing on the history of social movements, again, i think mary is a little activist and she gets into debates with PPE-ists and absolutely obliterates them

marlene: physics, marlene is super smart but in like a really laid back way, no one thinks she studies physics, but really she's finishing her degree with multiple offers for phd programs

dorcas: art history, dorcas is an art hoe if ever i met one, and on top of her degree in art history she also somehow is finding time to paint paintings for student exhibitions (also stem x art gfs with marls sooo)

pandora: french and italian, not linguistics but literature, she absolutely loves french and italian literature, italian poetry and french victorian lit, also i feel like french and italian lit are like... pretty... just like her :)

barty: PPE (politics), he is the one that mary most consistently owns in debates and it frustrates him to no end. only doing it because he went to a super posh boarding school and his dad is making him.

evan: law, and he hates it

regulus: CLASSICS CLASSICS CLASSICS literally there is no other option regulus is a classicist and he loves it and he goes to every lecture reads the entire reading list for each essay

#i wanted to say that reg reads philo but i know in my heart of hearts that that is wrong #we are different people and that's okay #james potter #sirius #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #regulus black #marauders #marauders headcanon

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maniac-charmer · 2 years ago

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PANDORA ~ Chapter 1: Anti-Romantic

This story (and this blog) is strictly +18 minors do not interact.

-Kim Seungmin x female reader

-Academic rivals au. University setting.

-TW: Mentions of smoking, hint of depression (not directly but implied), making out (more to come in other chapters)

-word count; 2.4k

-note: hey everyone, its been years since I wrote a ff and first time in the skz fandom so welcome. The concept may be overdone but still is amazing. Thank you for your support in advance.

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``As you took your eyes away from your screen, you saw two chocolate brown eyes looking at you and there he was. Kim Seungmin.

Sometimes his warm eyes and pretty smile infuriated you. Why is he too hard to hate sometimes. ``

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It was one of those nights again, you in front of your laptop and studying like there was no tomorrow.

Well, there might as well not be a tomorrow, you were dreading your lecture tomorrow. Having to face your classmates in a heated debate that was 50% of your grade and unfortunately, the opposing team also had your rival. Kim Seungmin.

You both were now in last year of your university life, but this rivalry started in both of your second year. You made the Dean`s list for your academic achievements and thought you were the only second year to do so but you were so wrong.

The second you saw the name Kim Seungmin in the invite list to the annual Dean`s dinner, you knew you were in for a treat. You did not know him but knew of him. His sassy comments in the lectures and his smirk when he corrects someone`s mistakes.

You admit that he never did those things to you directly, but pushed your buttons enough to earn himself an eyeroll or a scoff.

It is safe to say that you cannot stand him.

You were maybe overreaching, but you had to. Your parents always were supportive, but they always criticized you a lot for your grades and being in a family with overachievers were not helping. Your family always saying that you could do better was not making the situation better. You wanted to graduate as a valedictorian and make them eat their words and continue with your Masters in the best University you can. And the only person standing between your goals was Kim Seungmin.

You know that you are too ambitious and may be taking it too far, but do not care about that.

You look at the clock and see that its almost 3 am, having to be in the university at 10 am for the debate you curse yourself and make your way to your bed, which oddly looks so much more comfortable now, and you drift to sleep in few seconds.

Seungmin also did not sleep that night, he was spending his time practicing his arguments in front of the mirror. He knew this petty rivalry between him, and you were serious for you, but he enjoyed the challenge. He thrived from it, and it pushed him to study harder and be better.

Seungmin did not like to be a villain in your story, but he liked you getting flustered and getting red when he made snarky comments and how you rolled your eyes. He knew that he is a smart man and a hardworking one, he always has been. He always puts his heart and soul into everything he did. Being in this major was not his first choice, he did not want to be an academic, but his family did not give him much chance to choose. The people in his family being the best in their respective fields. His grandfather being a well-known judge, his father as a surgeon and being the best in his field, winning countless awards did not make things easier. It only made the pressure to be successful more real.

After he got distracted, he closed his eyes, dreaming of himself on a stage where the light is only on him. Burning his skin and eyes, a soft melody tingling in his ears and throat.

He just wanted to sing, he didn`t want a boring job in a university where he would teach 18-year-old barely adults or write article after article, trying to up-do himself. He did not want to spend his life looking at his laptop and writing stuff that no one would ever read willingly.

He wanted to live on a stage. He wanted to be the stage, dominate it. Hold people in the palm of his hand and make them feel something, write lyrics or play the piano whole day and live in the realm of those notes.

But he cannot do that. His family saying that music is just a hobby and will not pay the bills broke something in him. His dad even saying ``no one in our family is talented in music`` to one of his friends broke his little left confidence. He is now stuck in front of his mirror, wishing and dreaming what would have happened if he just left. He left and disappeared, leaving everything behind and just starting off somewhere new and fresh.

But you gave him a reason to stay. He knows it’s not the same, but he needed that fire in his belly to work harder. And you gave him that.

After he felt tears dripping from his chin to his chest, he took a deep breath and wipe them away. Taking a deep breath, he looked at himself. He did not have the courage to sing a single chorus since he heard his dad`s comment. He knew it wasn’t ill intended. But he obviously was invisible to him. He wanted to make people listen to him. The second he graduates; he plans to move away. At least he will have a safety net which is his diploma and his success in his academic life.

He made his way to his bed and under the covers he promises himself, one year, after a year if I do not reach my goals, I will return to my boring academic life.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on tomorrow. He remembered your smile when you talked and your passion filling your eyes and your words. You were made for this but not him. He thought, maybe one day you won’t hate him and maybe hear him out.

He drifted to his dreamland, where he sang on a stage and you being there watching him with your amazing smile.

You woke up with your annoying alarms sound and swiftly got ready. You were going for something a little more formal for the debate. You wore your emerald green shirt and jeans and got your stuff and made your way to the university building. It was incredibly crowded as usual but since you spent few years here, you came an hour earlier then the start time. You made your way to the coffee stand in the building and got yourself the biggest latte you can get, and you decide to look at your notes once again. While looking at your laptop, you felt someone’s gaze. As you took your eyes away from your screen, you saw two chocolate brown eyes looking at you and there he was. Kim Seungmin.

Sometimes his warm eyes and pretty smile infuriated you. Why is he too hard to hate sometimes.

This day, his beige cardigan made him look too soft and undeniably handsome. You groan to yourself as you see him smirking and giving a small wave at you and decide to be cordial and gave him a head nod instead of a wave.

It is almost impossible to look away from Kim Seungmin. Especially when he bites his lips as he takes notes and starts talking with those plumb pink lips, but you cannot get yourself distracted. You basically ripped all his arguments apart and he was still smirking while you talked like you said something funny.

Seungmin was not supposed to have this much fun in a graded debate, but he was. He felt your eyes looking at him when he was not, and he did the same. Your passion was infatuating and whenever he has the chance to watch you, he took it. You looking that good in emerald green should be considered a crime. He thought about ripping that shirt off of you, kissing and touching your body. Marking you as his and fucking the stress out of you. Making you beg for him, making you his.

All he wanted was for you to let him in your world. He wanted to be consumed by you, your voice, your ideas, your world. He wanted to be yours. He has no explanation for it, but he just wanted you.

Every single piece of you.

All to himself.

After the debate, you were feeling like your energy was drained and you decided to reward yourself with a well-deserved desert and coffee from your favorite independent coffee house. As you made collect your things in the lecture room, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder and turn around as you take out your earbuds out.

You see Seungmin and feeling confused and a little surprised you raised your eyebrows. ``Yeah? `` you ask questioningly.

He raises his eyebrows and with a smile that look genuine he starts talking ``That was a great debate, you did good. ``

``Just good? I crushed you`` you say laughing.

``Maybe the others but not me, in my defense, I would have preferred you as my teammate, not those idiots. ``

He weirdly looked genuine, and this makes you even more confused, he wanted to be in a team with you. You two cannot spend five minutes before you start bickering.

``You are the only person in this department that comes close to my intelligence, don`t be surprised Y/N``

And there it was… His stupid and attractive smirk.

You roll your eyes and take your bag, putting back your earbuds and walking out of class. Everyone except you two already was out of the classroom.

You almost made it outside as well, but you feel a hand on your arm holding you and turning you around. With the force you turn around and see Seungmin. He had a different look in his eyes.

``Are you leaving just like that? `` he said in an angry tone, he almost whispered.

``Just like what Seungmin? We are not friends and I don`t owe you anything. Am I supposed to say thank you for calling me stupid? `` you almost yelled, frowning.

``Stupid? `` he almost shouted but not because he was angry, he was shocked. His eyes got wide, and almost sad. He shook his head from side to side ``No, I would never call you that. You are the smartest person I ever met. `` He cleared his throat and he realized that he is still holding your arm. It felt natural to touch you, but he dropped his hand. ``I`m sorry if I made you feel like that Y/N…``

He was going to continue but you didn`t know what else was coming and you hated the unknown so before he started you raised your hand stopping him. ``See you around Seungmin. `` You turn around start walking faster as you make your way to the elevator. You just noticed that your breathing was faster than usual.

His manly smell still lingering in your nostrils and his touch almost burning you. Maybe you were being too mean, but if you were not mean to him, you know he was going break your heart. Just like everyone else did.

His pink lips, being that close to you.

His perfect face.

His amazing smell.

His voice…His damn voice that made you felt like you were sitting on the clouds and an angel was talking to you.

In that moment, you felt a touch of guilt. He was so close to you; you should have been nicer to him.

You shook your head trying to erase the memory of his handsome face being inches away from yours.

Seungmin stand there for a few minutes more, not knowing what to feel. Did he really made you feel like you were less then him?

He wanted to make you his Queen, his world and his everything. Was that how you see him?

He didn`t know what to do.

He made his way out of the room; started to run towards the elevator. He stuck his hand between the doors and saw your shocked face. You stutter ``S-Seungmin! What the hell…``

That was it. He had to do it now. You were there alone in the elevator. He stepped inside and without giving you a chance to speak he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you close to himself and kissed you.

It almost felt like a dream. With his soft lips you would have expected a soft and cute kiss, but it was hungry. Raw. Almost like he was telling you something. You felt your bag drop from your shoulder to the ground. You didn`t care. You placed your hands on his neck and kissed him back.

With every feeling you had. Pulling him into the deep end with you.

You gently pulled some of his hair from his neck and that is when you heard his moan. It instantly made you clutch your thighs together. Your body basically was in a war with your mind right now. Your body burned with desire, the need that only exists for him. But your mind was on overdrive.

You heard a small ding sound and that is when you knew you were on the ground floor. You pulled back as fast as possible and gathered your things. You felt like you were dreaming but your lips reddened with his small bites were telling you otherwise.

You were so embarrassed; he was probably playing with you, and you almost fucked him on the spot.

With the heat coming to your cheeks, you power walked outside of the building. Almost not being able to breath. You saw him coming towards you and you decided to make your way towards the sea of people and disappear. You had no idea what to think or feel, so you did what you do best. Run.

Seungmin was not expecting this. He knows he kissed you, but he never imagined that you would have kissed him back. He was expecting a slap or snarky remarks but not this. The best damn kiss he had in his lifetime. He knew he was fucked, he would never get over this, over you.

He was flushed and barely breathing. He never felt fireworks like this before. Your lips tasted like mint, coffee and hint of cigarettes. And he was addicted. Just like a true addict, he wanted more. He needed more.

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