#sulli long locs

[s-eokie]

𝗱𝗻𝗶 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗌 ( ˃ ヘ ˂ ) 💢 𝗌𝗁𝖾 '𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 !!

𝒻𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 ﹫최. 𝗓𝖹𝗓 𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋.

최. ♡ 𝘀𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶, 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅...

(◞ ◟) 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 . 💭 생각 ࣪

💭🥛🌸 .. 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗎̄𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝓈𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗂 𝗓𝖹𝗓 여친.

𝗆𝖾 𝗇' 𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗶 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 ^﹏﹏﹏^ 𝖻𝖿𝖿𝗌 ͏❤︎

( 서리. ) 🐈‍⬛ 🗯️ ／ 우리 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹.

𝐬𝐞𝐨 ♡ 🦙 ๑͏ 리, 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝓉𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌.

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[mafleur]

𝐦𝐫.⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝖾.⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 김.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌. )

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢.⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗃𝗂𝗇𝗋𝗂 최.⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗌. )

𝗂𝗅.ㅤㅤ❀,ㅤㅤ최. e nas tintas que dançam, um suspiro de um amor que jamais irá se apagar.

𝐜 ♥︎. 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂 최 pinceladas de aquarela rosa evocam o rubor das suas bochechas sob o sol.

𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌ㅤㅤ𝄒ㅤㅤ✿ㅤㅤ⎯ ㅤㅤ𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂ㅤㅤ최ㅤㅤ𝓮𝓼́ㅤㅤcomo

ㅤㅤㅤtodaㅤㅤbelezaㅤㅤeㅤㅤencantamento.

que meu amor alcance teu coração como um vento soprado e te envolva com a doçura do meu ser. ♥︎ @s-telar

[s-hakur]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝒜𝓁𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓶𝒾𝓈𝓉 .🫧 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[gaecoo]

P𝒂in! 고통

⊰ Your memory is my 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆⠀᳞‿‿

( 94 ) ★

[uran6s]

[bugmort]

⠀⠀ -> 별   ˚ .   ⋆   ❔       ⸰  ୧ .   ๋ 

radiant beauty

[h4ngsuhh]

[horrorchicxoxo]

The Perfect Morning

Jake Sully x Human!Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the adorably short wife of Jake Sully who receives mind-blowing morning sex.

Warnings: Smut

Notes: I had to make an adjustment to the height due to concerns that were expressed to me.

Requested by @jsuli

The sunlight streamed through the windows, painting the bed where you and your husband lay with a soft glow. The warmth that it emanated gradually pulled you out of your sleep. You were cuddled close, your legs wrapped around his midsection. You were very small compared to your 10-foot-tall man, but you made it work. He found your 5’2 1/2-inch height adorable, which only made him fall in love with you even more.

As you opened your eyes, you were met with the stare of your true love. His locs spread were spread wildly on the pillow, giving him an adorably silly look.

You smiled and moved closer to rest your forehead against his own.

"Good morning, handsome," you uttered, nuzzling your nose against his.

"Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?"

"I slept very well. You completely tired me out last night. Where did you learn some of that stuff?"

He smirked, recalling last night's activities.

"I didn't have to learn anything. I just know exactly how to please my woman."

As if on cue, he grabbed your ass and pushed you even closer against him, rubbing his bulge against your core.

You mewled quietly, trying in vain to pry his hands off you.

“Jake, we can’t do this right now. The kids could be up any minute.”

A hint of mischief crossed his eyes.

“Well, I guess you you’ll have to stay quiet then, huh?”

You moaned quietly as he turned he laid you on your back. His lips found yours, passionately sucking on your bottom lip. He then trailed kisses down the side of your jaw and down your neck.

You moaned and grabbed his huge head as he licked and sucked on your breasts. His fangs nipped at your nipples, causing to jump in surprise and lightly hit his shoulder.

“Watch yourself, big boy. I do not need you drawing blood,” you scolded seductively, biting your lip.

“Sorry, babygirl. It’s not my fault that you have such a hot ass body.”

Once he said that, he continued trailing sloppy wet kisses down your body.

It wasn’t long before he arrived between your legs. He looked in awe at your glistening pussy.

“Already so wet for me.”

He immediately began devouring you, wasting no time.

Your head fell back against the pillows, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His tongue was huge, wet, and thick. It reached all best places deep inside you, leaving no spot on you neglected.

When he started sucking on your clit, your hands flew to grab his locs, giving them a tug. He groaned at this sensation, sending vibrations to your pussy.

You bit your lip, holding back your moans. Jake lifted his head from your core to look you in the eyes.

“Let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back your little noises from me,” he said in a low voice, kissing the inside of your thigh.

You nodded, watching as he lowered his head back down.

He went back to work on your pussy, lapping at you like a thirsty dog.

Eventually, you legs started to shake and you came hard, squirting on his mouth and chin. He rode you through your orgasm, sucking up your juices.

When he was satisfied, he went back up to kiss you again, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. You moaned against his mouth, enjoying the taste of you on his lips. He then pulled back, staring deep into your eyes.

“Get on your side now, baby.”

You obeyed him, rolling onto your side while he got comfortable behind you.

He lifted your leg and lined himself up with your entrance. Without missing a beat, he slipped inside you. You hissed from his size, but soon that feeling was replaced by pure pleasure.

“Are you ready, baby?,” he asked.

“ Yes, my love. Pound me til’ I can’t walk for a week.”

He growled deep within his chest at that remark, and began to thrust into you. Your breasts jiggled from how hard he was ramming into you, something he enjoyed immensely. He kissed your neck while taking his hand and rubbing your clit in circles. You mewled and you raised you arm to grip the back of your neck as he did.

“Oh— my—God, Jake! Right th—there!,” you whimpered.

At the sound of this, he went harder.

You started moaning uncontrollably, your head falling back against him. It wasn’t long before that fire deep inside your belly became white-hot.

“I—-I’m —- gonna — cum— Jake —“

“Let go, baby,” he breathed into your ear, licking the side of your neck as he did.

You came hard, moaning pathetically as you squirted for a second time onto his cock. He helped you ride your second orgasm of the morning, with him coming deep inside you not long after.

He let himself grow soft inside you, pulling out with a hiss from you both. You looked back at him over your shoulder, giving him a dazed smile.

“Wow. I already know if I try to stand up, I’m done for,” you giggled.

“Damn straight. Now let me clean you up.”

He got up from the bed, ducking through the doorway of the bathroom. He retrieved a warm rag and walked over to you. He cleaned you up and once he was done, he laid back down behind you.

He leaned over you to plant a kiss against your cheek, giving you a warm smile. “I love you, my precious wife.”

You smiled, leaned you and pecked his lips a couple of times.

“I love you, too, my darling husband.”

With that, you laid back down, his chest pressed against your small back. It wasn’t long before sleep took hold once again, his soft, even breaths warming the back of your neck.

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Blood of my Blood pt.2

Pairing- Sully family x Sully!reader

Summary- There is so much you would do for your family even at a young age but there is one thing you just couldn't do so you do the only thing you find reasonable you run.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Two months. Two months worth of traveling to the clans around Pandora. From the beautiful reef of the Metkayina, to the wetlands to the Hulanta clans and even to the unseen Rey'tanu clan that live in the highlands. Jake was tired and today was no different.

Other than physically tired he was mentally tired as well. What dwelled in his mind was what Mo'at told him before their departure, the closer they got to the Mangkwan the more he felt this sickening twist in himself. And he wasn't the only one who felt this Neytiri felt off. She didn't know what was going on but she hoped she could figure it out for her family's sake.

The pack of ikrans stopped in front of a hometree similar to the one they remade back home just before you left. Jumping off and disconnecting from them they were greeted by a rather small group. ''Oel ngati kameie JakeSully Olo'eyktan, Oel ngati kameie Neytiri Great warrior of the Omaticaya.'' A woman spoke to Jake as she formally greets them as does his family.

She held her head high with short locs that stopped at her ear, and her long skirt had slit sides that showcased her tattoo that swarmed around the scar that was on the side of her right thigh, her top was beaded with warm colors of orange, red, yellow. She was glorious.

''I am sorry that Kamun and Peyral haven't come to met you formally my name is Newey friend and trusted warrior of the Mangkwan they have asked to escort you to the playing fields.'' Newey said to them as the guards on stand opened the door allowing them into the hometree. ''Playing fields?'' Neteyam asked and Newey smiled. ''Yes playing fields today there is to be a tournament although it is a shame you didn't come earlier they are at the last round.''

Newey stood in front of a door and opened the large door with little struggle. ''That was so cool!'' Tuk the youngest exclaimed and a grin placed upon Newey's lips as she ruffled the young girl's hair and walked into a great field that was filled with Na'vi of all ages.

''Here they are.'' Newey whispers as she stepped under a tent that was slap dead in the middle of the seats of Na'vi. ''Oel ngati kameie Peyral and Kamun your guest have arrived.'' She spoke to them as their eyes moved from the fight in front of them and the woman Peyral smiled at the family as she ushered them to sit, which they did. ''What the rest of the tournament you must want to relax after the flight, here fermented nectar and fruit let us talk over dinner.'' Peyral said as she gave Neytiri a glass of fermented nectar.

Neytiri and Jake sat- with Tuk in his lap- on the unaccompanied chairs next to Peyral. The others surrounded the area around them standing up as they watched the fight in front of them.

It was one on one combat, it looked ridiculous to the newcomers. There was a small warrior who couldn't see their face from the metal that covered half their face and the way it drooped down, and a huge man who wore nothing but his loincloth and welded an ax that looked like it had seen some battles. He was the first to pounce and the warrior missed it by mere inches sliding their spear on the ground and under the man's foot making him stumble slightly. Many cheered and many booed.

The man got up, puffing his chest out and gripping the ax. Pouncing forward again and the other missing it again but this time he caught onto their legs throwing them to the other side. Gasping the warrior gripped their spear. Standing up fixing their posture they get in an attack stance, ''Arms to the side,'' Jake whispered as he saw the warrior do what he said. ''Grip your weapon.'' gripping the weapon the warrior jumped over to the side hitting the man in the middle of his back making him fall down in pain. He flipped over onto his back as he stared up at the blade of the spear in his face until he hit the ground in defeat.

Kamun stamped his own spear on the ground and cheered for the victory. ''He's really good.'' Lo'ak said and Neteyam shook his head in agreement. Jake couldn't help but swell with pride for an unknown reason. The warrior stepped in front of Peyral and took the helmet off and it was you. After wiping the blood that fell from your mouth you smiled and Peyral gave you a tight hug before Kamun gave you a pat on the back and bowed his head.

''Next time Otho.'' You yell to the man who gave you a smile. Lo'ak was in disbelief you were a girl, ''I knew girls could fight but not like that not against a beast like that!'' He exclaimed coming towards you. You squint your eyes at the boy before a confused smile landed its way onto your lips. ''Otho? Oh he's just a gentle giant.'' You say and smile at Otho as he walks to his home hand in hand with his daughter.

Jake studied your face and blinked his eyes over and over again. You were the spitting image of well you, but he couldn't he wouldn't let himself believe it but the more he looked at you the more you seemed like you.

Kamun and Peyral share a knowing look as your eyes land on Neytiri and Jake and your once happy mood turns sour. Your nostrils flared as they stood up and then Neteyam and Kiri got closer, transparent eyebrows furrowed. It was as if they were observing you, analyzing you. ''Y/N?'' It sounded like a question that they didn't answer.

''Thats my name.'' You say looking at the family who all shared a bewildered look except for Tuk who was only confused.

Jake and Neytiri look at Kamun and Peyral who only look at you with regret for not telling you of their plans to come here.

''Our daughter has been here the entire time!'' Jake hissed at Peyral who explained what happened all those years ago but you only sat in silence wanting this all to be over. and Kamun was quick to clap back. ''Do not speak to my mate like that.'' He hissed and Jake only glared at him. ''Why did you not send her back?'' Jake asked and as he sat next to his family in the home. ''I wasn't going to send a little girl back to a place that she seemed to not want to go back to.'' Kamun said as he sat next to Peyral.

Neytiri was conflicted. She was happy, over the moon but she was sad you left and never looked back and you had a new life here.

''Y/N.'' Your father said and you look at him with no childlike gleam like the last day you spent with him. ''Yes.'' You spoke clearly and proudly. ''Why?'' He asked.

Jake had never felt so sad in his life; his daughter has never felt so close yet so far from him.

''I do not wish to speak about it, may I go lay down.'' You ask Peyral and she nods. ''Y/N we think it best if you show your siblings around, show them the ropes and what goes on around here.'' Kamun said and you bow your head in agreement before you turn to your family with no emotion on your face as it has been all night. ''See you tomorrow.'' You say flashing a small smile to Neteyam.

They all were lost. You acted like nothing happened, like you didn't run away, like they didn't have to exist like you didn't exist, how they thought you were dead.

You acted like nothing happened.

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[princesssszzzz]

Sullied

Pairing: Rhaemond

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: Targcest, dark Aemond

Summary: Aemond tells Rhaena he wants to teach her how to learn how to ride a dragon but he has an ulterior motive

Rhaena quietly excused herself from the lavish feast held in honor of her half-brother Aegon's arrival in King's Landing. The grand hall buzzed with laughter and celebration, every toast and cheer aimed at the newborn prince. Aemond, seated at the far end of the long table, noticed as Rhaena slipped away, her quiet departure going unnoticed by everyone, including her own father. Earlier that day, they had arrived on the back of Caraxes—just Daemon, Rhaena, and Aegon, with Baela choosing to remain behind on Driftmark.

She’d lied claiming she didn’t feel well but Rhaena knew the truth. Her older sister simply didn’t want to go.

As the guests toasted to Aegon’s health, Aemond’s eye followed Rhaena, noting the sadness that shadowed her expression, a stark contrast to the jubilant atmosphere. She had sat through the meal quietly, only forcing a smile when directly addressed, her politeness masking a deep sense of isolation. He could tell she was painfully aware that the gathering didn’t include her—and no one would notice her absence.

Intrigued by her desolate demeanor, Aemond felt a twisted interest in the young girl who seemed perpetually overshadowed. When his brother ‘warned’ him of their visit, he’d hoped to be met by an older version of the girl that he saw at Driftmark. He was miserable and was eager to argue with someone. It should’ve been easy to rile her up. Instead, he was met with a sunken version of her. Older, but different.

Daemon had spoken at length to the King about Baela’s new skill in archery, her newfound mastery of commanding the ever growing Moondancer, and yet not a word about Rhaena. Aemond’s lips curled into a sly smile as an idea began to form in his mind. Here was Rhaena, the dragonless daughter of his despised uncle. An opportunity presented itself. One that would allow him to both needle Prince Daemon and offer Rhaena a form of companionship that would suit his darker purposes.

Throughout the feast, Rhaena remained oblivious to the way Aemond’s gaze lingered on her, a wicked glint in his eye. She sat playing with her hair. Removing the gold band of her loc, and attaching it again. She’d spent half an hour doing this mindlessly while staring into space, occasionally taking a break to glance at the King and her father. Eventually, she slipped away, headed to her chambers and figured she’d stayed at the table long enough to be considered civil and gracious to her host. Aemond waited a while before he excused himself from the table, his steps calculated as he made his way through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep towards Rhaena’s chambers. His heart thrummed with excitement, not at the prospect of helping her, but at the thought of the mischief he intended to set in motion.

When he reached her door, Aemond took a moment to compose himself before knocking softly. The door opened to reveal Rhaena, her long hair falling free from the earlier updo, her surprise evident as she looked up at him. She had been expecting a handmaiden, not this older boy.

“Aemond,” she began cautiously, “what brings you here?”

He cleared his throat, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. “Rhaena, I wanted to talk to you. May I come in?” His voice was uncharacteristically gentle, and it caught her off guard.

Hesitating only for a moment, the unsure Rhaena nodded and stepped aside, allowing Aemond into her chambers. As they settled onto a chaise, Aemond began, his tone deceptively sincere, “I wanted to apologize for how I’ve treated you in the past. I realize I wasn’t kind, and we didn’t start off well.” He paused, letting his words hang in the air before continuing with a touch of feigned humility, “For that, I’m truly sorry. I have no idea what it’s like to lose a mother.”

Rhaena’s wary expression softened, clearly touched by the unexpected apology. She’d heard stories about him throughout the years on Dragonstone, but he seemed to have changed. She had always seen Aemond as cold and aloof, so this sudden show of remorse took her by surprise. “Thank you, Aemond. That means a lot,” she replied, a small smile appearing as she added, “I hope you're doing well.”

She didn’t say it, but he knew he was referring to his eye when her wide gaze lingered on his obvious scar.

Aemond dismissed her concern with a wave of his hand. “There’s no need to worry about that.”

A silence fell on them, with Rhaena not knowing what to say next. It was getting late. He noticed that she expected him to leave after this exchange, but he remained, his voice deepening as he pressed on. “I know how much dragons mean to you,

and I’d like to help. How about I take you to the dragon pits tomorrow? I can teach you a few things about riding, show you what your father and others haven’t.” His tone was earnest, almost too earnest, and it made Rhaena pause.

Rhaena’s eyes lit up with hope at the idea of finally connecting with dragons, something she had longed for but felt deprived of. Her egg had hatched but the sickly hatchling died the next day. She’d been stuck trying to hatch a new dragon. Her father’s attention had always been elsewhere, and with her sister Baela far away, the loneliness had grown unbearable. “I would love that, Aemond,” she said softly, genuine gratitude coloring her voice.

The thought of finally being seen, of being offered something for herself, even if from Aemond, was a welcome reprieve from the constant overshadowing by her younger half-brother and the absence of her sister.

But the girl had no idea. Beneath Aemond’s charming smile, his intentions were far from pure. The offer was a calculated move, part of a larger plan to lead Rhaena astray, far from the dragon pits and into a situation that would serve his own need for revenge against Daemon. To him, Rhaena was merely a pawn. A way to strike at his uncle in a game that Rhaena didn’t even know she was part of.

As Aemond bid her goodnight and left her chambers, his mind raced with anticipation of what was to come. The pieces were set, and tomorrow, the game would begin in earnest. Rhaena, oblivious to the darker undercurrents of his offer, had no idea of the treacherous path she was about to tread, guided by Aemond’s hand. She missed her mother, her sister, and the simple life she had known before, but now she was entangled in something far more dangerous. This game of manipulation and deceit, where she was the unwitting prize.

The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Rhaena’s chambers as she stood before a mirror, her handmaidens fussing over the folds of her purple cape. The dress, a deep shade that complimented her complexion, was one she loved to wear. Today, though, felt different, and she wanted to be ready for whatever Aemond had in mind in her quest for a dragon.

She stared at her reflection, her expression pensive. The dress felt like armor, the rich velvety fabric a barrier between her and the cold world she often felt so alienated from. As the last ribbons were tied, Rhaena dismissed the handmaidens with a nod and made her way to her father’s chambers. She rehearsed her words in her mind, hoping that Daemon might take notice of her spending time away from him today. It was expected of her to stay silently by his side like he typically does.

When she arrived, the door was slightly ajar. She hesitated for a moment, then pushed it open and stepped inside. Daemon was seated at a large table, his back to her, engrossed in conversation with a maester. It was less a conversation and more of her father lecturing. They were speaking of Aegon the Conqueror, discussing his campaigns and victories with the kind of reverence that Daemon only ever reserved for their ancestors.

“Father,” Rhaena began, her voice soft.

Daemon didn’t turn to look at her. “Not now,” he muttered, waving her off without a second glance. He was too absorbed in the tales of old, too preoccupied with the legacy of a long-dead king to care.

She stood there for a moment, hoping he might look at her, acknowledge her, but when he didn’t, her expression hardened. Even in a new environment, he finds a way to be preoccupied. Now mroe invested in a dead man than her since he doesn’t have his usual places in Dragonstone to ignore her. There was no point in telling him anything about what she’d be up to today. She was just as invisible to him now as she was at the feast last night and Pentos.

Without another word, she turned and left his chambers, her frustration mounting with every step. She didn’t want to see him again, not if he couldn’t even bother to listen to her. As she walked down the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep her thoughts turned to escape, somewhere far from King’s Landing, Dragonstone, and Driftmark.

She thought of the Vale, its rugged beauty and high mountains. Lady Arryn would be kind to her, she was sure. Or perhaps Highgarden, the Tyrells were known for their warmth and hospitality. Anywhere would be better than here, trapped in castles where her own father couldn’t even spare a moment for her.

Lost in her thoughts, Rhaena soon found herself at the entrance to the dragonpits. The massive structure loomed ahead, its dark stone walls casting long shadows over the ground. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead.

As she entered, she saw Aemond waiting for her, his tall, lean figure unmistakable even in the dim light. It was so dark, it reminded her of Dragonstone. He was dressed simply, though there was an air of sharpness about him, as if he was always prepared for a fight. His single eye watched her approach, the intensity in his gaze making her heart skip a beat.

“You look prepared,” Aemond said with a smirk as she drew closer.

Rhaena forced a smile, though the weight of her earlier encounter with her father still lingered. “I thought it best to be ready for whatever you have in mind,” she replied, trying to match his tone.

Aemond’s smirk widened, but there was something darker behind it, a glint of calculation that Rhaena couldn’t quite place. “Good. We have much to do today.”

He extended a hand to her, and after a brief hesitation, she took it. The warmth of his grip was a stark contrast to the coldness she felt inside. As they walked further into the dragonpits, Rhaena couldn’t shake the feeling that she was stepping into something far more dangerous than she had anticipated but there was no turning back now.

As Aemond and Rhaena ventured deeper into the dragonpits, the air grew cooler, the light dimmer. The dragonkeepers that lingered around headed the opposite way, clearly having a routine with Aemond and knowing they shouldn’t interrupt him. The rough stone walls, damp and slick with age, seemed to close in around them, casting eerie shadows that danced in the flickering torchlight. Rhaena could hear the distant growls and hisses of the dragons that dwelled within, a reminder of the power that lay hidden in these aging tunnels.

Aemond led the way, his stride confident as he guided her through the winding passages. The deeper they went, the more oppressive the atmosphere became. The shadows grew thicker, and the faint sounds of the dragons grew louder, more menacing. Rhaena’s steps faltered slightly, but Aemond seemed to revel in the darkness, his smirk growing as he noticed her unease.

Surely hatching a dragon and letting it grow above ground would be better than spending so much time in these depressing caves with the older dragons.

“Not far now,” Aemond murmured, his voice low, almost teasing.

Rhaena nodded, trying to steady her breathing, but there was a nervous flutter in her chest that she couldn’t quite shake. A few more steps and they entered a large, shadowed cavern. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and sulfur, and from within the darkness came a low, rumbling growl that made Rhaena’s blood run cold.

There, lurking in the deepest part of the cave, was Cannibal. His scales were as dark as night, blending seamlessly into the shadows that surrounded him. Only the gleam of his eye and the faint shimmer of his sharp, jagged teeth stood out in the darkness. He watched them with a predatory stillness, the kind that made Rhaena feel like prey.

“Do you know why they call him Cannibal?” Aemond asked, his tone light, almost playful.

Rhaena shook her head, her eyes wide as she stared at the massive beast. Cannibal’s growl grew louder, the sound vibrating through the cavern, and she instinctively took a step closer to Aemond, her heart pounding in her chest.

Aemond leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “He’s known to feast on his own kind, especially the young. I wonder,” he paused, his voice dropping to a whisper, “what he would think of a little dragon like you?”

Rhaena’s breath hitched, fear coursing through her veins as Cannibal’s growl turned into a low, menacing snarl. Aemond pulled back slightly, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he watched the fear flash across her face. He seemed to relish it, the way her eyes darted between him and the black dragon lurking in the shadows.

But just as quickly, Aemond’s expression softened, and his demeanor shifted back to that of the courteous gentleman. “But of course,” he said smoothly, his voice returning to that practiced gentleness, “you have nothing to fear. As long as you’re with me, Rhaena, you’re perfectly safe.”

His hand found hers again, his touch firm yet oddly comforting, and he squeezed it lightly as if to reassure her. Rhaena swallowed hard, trying to push down the lingering fear. Aemond’s sudden shift from menacing to protective left her feeling off-balance, unsure of what to believe.

“Come,” he said, guiding her away from Cannibal’s lair and back towards the winding tunnels. “There’s something else I want to show you.”

They emerged from the dark passages into the open air, with the sun filtering through the thin clouds. Rhaena blinked against the sudden brightness, the chill of the dragonpits still clinging to her skin. As they walked, Aemond kept her hand in his, a gesture that felt oddly intimate despite the coldness she had sensed earlier.

Rhaena glanced up at him, confusion flickering in her eyes. “Where are we going? The dragonpits are behind us.”

Aemond’s gaze remained ahead, his expression unreadable. “Vhagar doesn’t dwell within the pits,” he explained, his tone casual but with a hint of pride. “She’s far too large to be confined in such a place. She prefers the open sky.”

Rhaena’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Vhagar. She should’ve known he was taking her to the mighty beast. The great dragon was humongus when her mother rode her, Rhaena can only imagine she’s still growing. The memory of her mother’s connection to Vhagar was a bittersweet one, and the thought of seeing the dragon now filled Rhaena with a sense of longing.

They continued their journey, moving toward a more isolated area of King's Landing. The bustling noise of the city faded into the distance, leaving only the sound of their footsteps and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. It was as if they were venturing into a world that belonged only to them. A secret, hidden place far removed from the prying eyes of the court.

Finally, they arrived at a secluded clearing, and there, resting on a gentle slope, was Vhagar. The dragon was immense, her dark green scales shimmering in the dappled sunlight. She was a creature of legend, a remnant of an age long past, and Rhaena felt a pang of reverence and awe as she gazed upon her.

Aemond’s hand remained on hers as he led her closer to the beast. “She remembers you, I’m sure,” he murmured, his voice almost tender. “She remembers your mother.”

Rhaena’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up at Vhagar. The dragon’s eyes were like molten gold, and there was a depth in them that made her feel as though Vhagar was peering into her very soul.

“Are you ready?” Aemond’s voice broke through her reverie, and she turned to him, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

“It's been a while since I’ve been on her, but I'm not afraid,”

Aemond’s smile was soft, almost encouraging. “I’ll help you,” he promised. “There’s nothing to fear. I’ll be with you every step of the way. Once you get this down, you’ll know what to do with your own dragon.”

With gentle, guiding hands, Aemond helped Rhaena onto Vhagar’s large back. His touch lingered on her waist, steadying her as she settled into place. The intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on Rhaena, and she felt a strange mix of emotions—fear of the unknown, excitement, and something else she couldn’t quite name.

Aemond climbed up behind her, his body close to hers as he took hold of the ropes that controlled the dragon. “Watch closely,” he instructed, his voice low and firm. “Sōvēs”

The great dragon stirred, her massive wings unfurling with a powerful whoosh of air. Rhaena’s heart raced as she felt the ground shift beneath them, and she gripped the ropes tightly, her knuckles turning pale with tension.

“Steady,” Aemond whispered into her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “Let the ropes guide her, but don’t fight her. Trust her.”

With a mighty leap, Vhagar took to the skies, the wind rushing past them as they soared higher and higher above the Red Keep. Rhaena’s fear slowly melted away, replaced by a sense of exhilaration as she felt the dragon’s powerful movements beneath her.

Aemond’s voice remained steady as he continued to instruct her, guiding her hands on the ropes as they maneuvered through the air. There was a strange thrill in being so close, his presence both unsettling and strangely comforting. He truly wasn't as bad as everyone claimed. Despite the unease that lingered in the back of her mind, Rhaena couldn’t deny the connection they shared in this moment. She felt like a real dragon rider. Her mother would be proud and that’s all she cared about. Her only motivation for wanting a dragon.

As they flew higher, the world below seemed to disappear, leaving only the vast expanse of sky and the rhythmic beat of Vhagar’s wings. And for a brief, fleeting moment, Rhaena felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Freedom.

Hours had gone by. As Vhagar descended gracefully through the sky, Aemond guided Rhaena’s hands on the ropes, his voice a calm anchor in the exhilarating chaos of the flight. “Ease her down slowly,” he instructed, his breath warm against her ear. “Let her wings catch the air. Feel the rhythm.”

Rhaena nodded, her nerves had long since settled as she followed his lead. The initial fear had ebbed away, replaced by a tentative confidence. Aemond’s presence, though unsettling at times, was reassuring now, and she found herself leaning into his guidance.

When they neared the ground, Rhaena felt the massive dragon’s powerful muscles shift beneath them, adjusting to the landing. The ground rose to meet them, and with a final, gentle tug on the ropes, Vhagar touched down with a soft thud. Rhaena let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, a wide smile spreading across her face.

“You did well,” Aemond said, his voice laced with something that almost resembled pride. He slid off the dragon first, then offered his hand to help her down. His grip was firm, and when she looked up at him, she noticed the way his gaze lingered on her, as if seeing her in a new light.

“Thanks Aemond,” Rhaena replied, her heart still racing from the flight, though now it wasn’t just from the thrill of the dragon ride. The way Aemond looked at her, the way he stayed close. It was confusing, disorienting, but also intoxicating in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

As they walked away from Vhagar, Rhaena’s guard began to drop, the adrenaline of the flight leaving her more open, more vulnerable. She began to talk, the words spilling out as if she couldn’t hold them in any longer. She’d been telling Aemond all about her life at Dragonstone. “My father, he barely notices me,” she admitted, her voice soft. “He’s always so focused on everything except for me. Even when I’m standing right next to him. I feel like I’m just there. Not important.”

Aemond listened, his expression unreadable, but there was a sharpness in his eye as she spoke. “He doesn’t see your value,” Aemond replied, his tone low, almost conspiratorial. “But I do. You’re intelligent and capable. Far more than Daemon realizes.”

Rhaena looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat at his words. She paid no mind to Aemond never referring to Daemon as his uncle. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “Anyways, I’ve been helping Jace with his Valyrian. He asked me because I’m good at it, better than most since I spent so much time studying. I think it’s the one thing I’m really good at.”

The mention of Jace darkened Aemond’s expression, though he kept his tone smooth. “Jace,” he repeated, a faint sneer curling his lips. “Of course, he would need help. Valyrian is almost pure in your blood, but perhaps it’s harder for some to grasp.” He paused, his gaze sliding over her, then added with a hint of disdain, “Not all of us have the same heritage, after all.”

Rhaena frowned slightly, “I think he wants to impress Baela. He tries I guess, a little too hard sometimes. But he does try” she said.

Aemond’s smile was tight, his tone patronizing. “I’m sure he does, he’s a strong boy.”

Before she could respond, Aemond’s hand brushed against hers, his fingers curling around hers briefly, sending a shiver up her spine. “But you, Rhaena,” he continued, his voice softening, “you are every bit the dragon. Your blood is refined, your mind sharp. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm cloak, comforting and suffocating all at once. She wanted to believe him, to let his praise drown out the doubts that had plagued her for so long. But there was something in his tone, something that made her feel as if she was being drawn into a web she didn’t fully understand.

By the time they returned to the Red Keep for dinner, the atmosphere between them had shifted. Aemond, who had been so attentive and close during their time alone, became distant, his demeanor cool and aloof in front of the others. He barely acknowledged her, his focus seemingly elsewhere, and Rhaena couldn’t understand why. They had just gotten along so well. The warmth he had shown her earlier was gone, replaced by the icy detachment she had come to associate with him.

The meal passed in a blur of conversation and laughter that Rhaena felt detached from, her mind still turning over her day with Vhagar and her rider. She glanced at him several times, hoping for some sign of the connection they had shared earlier, but he remained cold, his attention on anything but her.

After dinner, Rhaena returned to her chambers, the confusion and disappointment weighing heavily on her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she had done something wrong, that she had somehow lost whatever bond they had started to form. It’s just her curse. She can’t grow close to anyone. Not even her own grandmother would ask for her as a ward.

Just as she was about to prepare for bed, a soft knock came at her door. She opened it to find Aemond standing there, his expression once again unreadable.

“Get dressed,” he said, his voice low, almost commanding. “We’re going out.”

Rhaena blinked in surprise. “Out? But where? It’s late.”

Aemond stepped closer, his presence filling the doorway. “I told you I’d teach you about riding dragons, didn’t I? There’s more to learn, and we’re not done. Get dressed, Rhaena.”

The way he said her name, the way his gaze held hers, sent a shiver down her spine. She didn’t understand what he meant, what lesson could possibly require them to leave the safety of the Keep at night, but something in his eyes compelled her to obey.

Without another word, she nodded and turned back into her room to change into something that wouldn’t draw attention to her, the uncertainty gnawing at her, but also the strange thrill that came with his attention. Whatever Aemond had planned, she knew there was no turning back now.

The streets of King’s Landing were a world away from the calmer, isolated island of Dragonstone. Rhaena walked beside Aemond, her cape hood pulled low over her head to hide the telltale silver of her Targaryen hair. Aemond, too, was cloaked in darkness, his features obscured beneath the heavy fabric of his dark cape. The night was alive with the loud voices, the clatter of hooves on cobblestone, and the distant hum of the city’s life, all so foreign to her.

She had never ventured into a city like this after leaving Pentos. The narrow streets were crowded with people. Smallfolk seemed to be everywhere, their faces hard and worn, eyes flicking to the cloaked pair as they passed. Rhaena tried not to look directly at anyone, not wanting her lilac eyes to give her away but she couldn’t help noticing the stark difference between her world and theirs. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, smoke, and the different tang of the sea. The buildings loomed over them, close and oppressive, their walls stained with years of grime. The streets were uneven, cluttered with debris, and the sounds, so many sounds, were overwhelming compared to the quiet corridors of the Red Keep or Dragonstone.

Aemond walked with purpose, his hand lightly resting on her back as he guided her through the labyrinth of streets. He had obviously done this plenty of times. His touch was steady, reassuring in its way, but there was an intensity in his manner that made her uneasy. He kept asking about her father Daemon, his questions probing, digging deeper with each step they took.

“Tell me, Rhaena, what does Daemon say about King’s Landing?” Aemond asked, his voice smooth but with an edge that Rhaena couldn’t quite place.

She hesitated, unsure how to respond. “He doesn’t speak of it much,” she replied vaguely, her eyes darting around, trying to take in everything at once.

Aemond nodded as if he understood, but his next question came swiftly. “And what about the people? What does he think of the people that reside here?”

Rhaena frowned beneath her hood, finding the question strange. “I… I don’t know. He doesn’t talk about the smallfolk much. Why do you ask?”

Aemond’s smile was hidden by the shadows of his cloak, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze even though she couldn’t see his face. “Curiosity,” he said simply, but there was something in his tone that unsettled her.

As they continued walking, Rhaena’s unease grew. She realized just how sheltered she had been on Dragonstone, how little she knew of the world of Westeros beyond its shores. Everything she knew had come from books and hearing the stories of others, no real-world experience. The city was vast and she had underestimated just how many people lived within its walls. The sheer number of them was overwhelming, and the realization that she knew so little of this place made her feel small, insignificant. She hated this feeling.

They turned a corner, and a street performer nearby suddenly called out, announcing their location with a flourish. “Welcome to the Street of Silk, travelers! The finest pleasures in all of the land await you!”

Rhaena’s heart skipped a beat as she realized where they were. The Street of Silk was infamous, known even in the distant reaches of Dragonstone for its brothels and the illicit activities that took place within its confines. Baela told her about this place. She'd even heard whispers of it, stories from servants and knights, but never imagined she would find herself here.

Rhaena had no idea why Aemond would be here, truly, this seemed like the kind of place his brother Aegon would flourish in.

“Aemond,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “We shouldn’t be here. My father, he’ll be furious if he finds out.”

But even as she said it, a flicker of resentment flared within her. Her father, who barely noticed her, who was always more concerned with Aegon, why should she care what he thought? Still, the thought of getting into trouble lingered, mingling with her anxiety.

Aemond didn’t respond, his hand guiding her more firmly now as they approached the entrance of one of the brothels. The building was unassuming from the outside, but there was a heaviness to the air, a sense of secrecy and sin that made Rhaena’s stomach churn. She tried to pull back, but Aemond’s grip on her tightened, his demeanor shifting subtly, becoming more commanding.

Without a word, he led her inside, the door closing behind them with a soft thud that seemed to seal her fate. The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood incense and something else, something heady and intoxicating. Aemond moved with confidence, leading her straight into a private room at the back of the establishment.

Rhaena’s heart raced as the door closed behind them, shutting out the noise of the street. The room was small, intimate, with a large bed draped in rich, dark fabrics. Aemond removed his cloak, his silver hair falling into place as he turned to her, his eye gleaming in the low light. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cloak before slowly pulling it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

“Aemond, what are we doing here?” Rhaena’s voice was a whisper, fear and confusion lacing her words. There was something in his gaze now, something predatory that made her pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons.

Aemond stepped closer, his smile soft but with an edge that sent a shiver down her spine. “Rhaena,” he murmured, his tone almost tender, but with a darkness lurking beneath. “You said you wanted to learn to be a real dragonrider. To command the skies, to feel the power of a dragon beneath you. But you’ve only begun to learn.”

She frowned, not understanding. “But we already flew Vhagar. You showed me how to steer, how to—”

He cut her off, his hand sliding around to the back of her neck, holding her gently but firmly. “There’s more to it than that. A dragon is not just a beast to be commanded. It’s a force, a power that must be understood, respected. And to become a true dragonrider, you must become one with that power.”

Rhaena’s frustration deepened. “What do you mean?”

Aemond’s smile widened, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “To be a dragonrider, Rhaena, you must ride the dragon. Truly ride it. Feel its strength, its fire. Become one with it.”

Rhaena’s eyes widened as the meaning of his words slowly began to dawn on her. She pulled back slightly, trying to escape his grasp, but Aemond held her fast, his other hand coming up to caress her cheek.

“Don’t you see, Rhaena?” he whispered, his voice low and filled with a twisted kind of affection. “I am a dragon. And to be a real dragonrider, you must ride me.”

Her breath caught in her throat, a wave of horror washing over her as she realized he wasn’t speaking in metaphors or compliments. She almost caught herself releasing a laugh.

She sighed, shaking her head, trying to pull away from him. “Aemond, this isn’t right.”

He silenced her with a kiss, his lips cold and forceful against hers. The horror of the situation gripped her, but she felt trapped, the room closing in around her as Aemond’s grip tightened, pulling her closer. His kiss was hungry, desperate, as if he was trying to consume her. His twisted vision of what it meant to be a dragonrider became clearer with each word he spoke, each touch that sent a shiver down her spine. Aemond’s grip on Rhaena tightened as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a low, seductive murmur.

“You’re mine now, Rhaena,” he whispered, his tone laced with a dark possession. “No one else will ever understand you the way I do. No one else can make you into the dragonrider you’re meant to be.”

Rhaena’s mind raced, torn between the fear that gripped her heart and the yearning for something more, something beyond the cold indifference of her life. Aemond’s words were intoxicating, seeping into the cracks of her doubts and filling them with a dangerous allure. She thought of her father, how he barely noticed her, how his attention was always elsewhere, on his new family. What did she matter to him? What did she matter to anyone?

Here was Aemond, who saw her, who spoke to her as if she were the most important person in the world. He promised her power, freedom, a life where she could truly be a dragonrider, not just a shadow in the background. The resentment she felt toward her father bubbled up, mingling with confusion and fear, and in that moment, she made a decision.

Maybe Aemond was right. Maybe this was her chance to break free, to carve out a life of her own. She could leave Daemon behind, let him have his new family, his new life. She could be something more, something greater.

Her resolve hardened as she looked into Aemond’s intense, burning gaze. “Ok,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her decision. “I want to be a dragonrider, a true one.”

Aemond’s expression softened slightly, satisfaction gleaming in his eye. He lifted a hand to her face, caressing her cheek with surprising tenderness. “You will be.”

Slowly, almost reverently, Aemond began to undress her. His hands were sure and steady as he unfastened the clasps of her gown, letting the rich fabric slide from her shoulders and pool at her feet. Rhaena’s breath hitched as the cool air kissed her skin, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there, exposed, naked, and vulnerable before him.

But as Aemond’s gaze swept over her, there was no cruelty in his expression, no mockery. Instead, there was a hunger, a fierce desire that made her feel powerful, like the dragon he had promised she would become. The fear that had gripped her began to melt away, replaced by a strange sense of freedom, as if she was shedding the last remnants of the girl who had always been in the background.

Aemond’s hands moved to his own clothing, discarding it before pulling her close, their bodies pressed together, skin to skin. The heat of him was intoxicating, overwhelming, and Rhaena found herself leaning into him, her hands clutching at his shoulders as if he were the only solid thing in a world that had suddenly shifted beneath her feet.

He kissed her again, but this time it was different—softer, more deliberate, as if he was savoring the taste of her. Rhaena responded hesitantly at first, but then with growing confidence, fueled by the sense of power that his touch awakened within her.

“Aemond…” she whispered, her voice breathless as she looked up at him, her thoughts a dizzying whirl of emotions. “Why me?”

His gaze darkened, a flicker of something like affection passing through his eye before it was consumed by the burning intensity of his desire. “Because you’re different, Rhaena,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re not like the others. I’ve always seen it. I’ve always known.”

His words wrapped around her cloak, banishing the doubts and fears that had haunted her for so long. In Aemond’s arms, she felt powerful, desired, and for the first time, she felt as if she could truly be more..

Aemond’s hands were gentle yet insistent as he guided her toward the bed, his lips never straying far from hers. The world outside the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this moment, this twisted, intoxicating dance of desire.

As they sank onto the bed, Aemond’s movements became slower, more deliberate, as if he was savoring every moment, every reaction. He moved his head between her legs to kiss her wetness. It was obvious it wasn’t his first time with the opposite gender. He wanted to claim her, to make her his in every way. The sounds coming from Rhaena room were quiet enough to be considered discreet but loud enough that he knew the others could hear.

“I hate your father,” Aemond whispered against her skin, his voice low and fervent. “I hate everything about him. But you, Rhaena… you’re different. Your mine, and I will make you more powerful than any of them.”

A strange exhilaration coursed through Rhaena’s veins, a heady mix of fear, desire, and something deeper. A need to break free from the binds that had bound her for so long. As Aemond's hands moved over her skin, exploring her with his fingers and swipes of his tongue she felt herself letting go of the doubts that had once plagued her.

Aemond’s breath was hot against her neck as he moved back up illiciting a soft gasp from Rhaena as he kissed along her collarbone, his lips tracing a path that sent shivers down her spine. “Aemond” she whispered, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer as if needing the contact to ground herself in this moment.

She knew it was wrong to do this before marriage, but she didn’t care. The world outside this room, with all its expectations and judgments seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them.

Aemond’s hands were strong still between her legs, his touch sending waves of heat through her body. The roughness of his hands made it obvious that he spent a lot of time training in the courtyard with his sword.

Aemond positioned himself between her legs with deliberate care, fully aware of her inexperience. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching as she felt the warm pressure of his cock teasing her entrance, the sensation both foreign and thrilling. He eased into her slowly, inch by inch, and a soft moan escaped her lips as her body accommodated him, the unfamiliar stretch intensifying her awareness of every movement.

His thrusts were slow and measured, each one deepening their connection, as if he were savoring the moment as much as she was. A low groan of pleasure slipped from her mouth when he finally pushed through the last barrier within her, the intensity of the sensation sending a shiver through her entire body. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, and she found him already watching her, his expression a mix of fierce lust and something darker.

Aemond’s hands slid down her arms, his grip firm but not forceful. He kissed her deeply, passionately, before pulling back to meet her gaze once more. “I want you to ride me, Rhaena,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

Aemond’s eye burned with a dark intensity as he lay back, his hands resting on her hips as he guided her over him. “Take what you want,” he whispered, his voice almost a growl.

Rhaena hesitated for a moment, the weight of what she was about to do sinking in. But then she looked down at Aemond, at the way his gaze was locked on hers, filled with a mix of desire and challenge. She realized that this was her moment—her chance to take control, to claim the power she had always been denied.

Slowly, she moved over him, her hands bracing on his chest as she took him in. Aemond’s breath hitched, his grip on her hips tightening as she began to move. The sensation was overwhelming, but it was the look in his eyes that truly sent a jolt through her. Admiration.

Rhaena’s movements slowly became more confident, more assured as she moved her hips. She felt powerful, truly powerful, for the first time in her life. The doubt, the fear—they were gone, replaced by a sense of control that she had never known.

As she rode him, Aemond’s hands roamed her body, his touch worshipful, reverent. He looked at her as if she were the only thing that mattered, the only thing that had ever mattered. And in that moment, Rhaena believed it. She felt like a dragon, fierce and unchained, ready to burn away the past and forge a new path for herself.

Aemond’s breaths and grunts grew ragged, his control slipping as he gave in to the sensations she was creating. “You were always meant to be a dragon rider.”

Rhaena looked down at him, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the power she held over him. “Show me then,” she whispered, her voice strong and clear. “Show me how to be the dragonrider I was meant to be.”

Aemond’s response was a guttural sound of approval as he guided her hips, matching her rhythm with his own. Their bodies were electric, charged with emotions that neither had the words to express. In that moment, they were equals, two dragons bound by fire and desire.

As they reached their peak together, Rhaena felt something within her shift, something fundamental. She was no longer just Rhaena, the daughter and granddaughter, the forgotten sister. She was a dragon, powerful and unyielding, and no one would ever control her again.

When they both caught their breath, Aemond pulled her down beside him, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath. He brushed a loc from her face, his touch gentle, almost tender.

Rhaena didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to. She felt it too, a sense of belonging, of power, of a future where she was no longer in the shadow of others. Now, she had found a strength she didn’t know she possessed, and she wasn’t about to let it go.

A week had passed since that first night Rhaena had spent with Aemond, and in the days that followed, they had continued to meet in secret. The thrill of forbidden encounters consumed her, offering a dangerous escape from the suffocating expectations that had always defined her life. Everything had changed.

Rhaena and Aemond were walking through one of the quieter corridors of the Red Keep when they encountered King Viserys and Daemon. The King appeared distracted, his mind seemingly elsewhere, but Daemon’s sharp eyes immediately locked onto Aemond. He noticed Rhaena standing close to Aemond, and his expression darkened.

“Rhaena,” Daemon said sharply, his voice carrying a note of authority that brooked no argument. “Go to your chambers. We’re leaving later today.”

Rhaena hesitated, her eyes flicking to Aemond, but she nodded and quietly slipped away. Once she was out of earshot, Aemond turned to Daemon with a sly smile. “You seem tense, Daemon. Is there something on your mind?”

Daemon’s expression remained impassive, though there was a flicker of disdain in his eyes. "Nothing that would concern a boy," Daemon replied smoothly, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I was merely reflecting on how quickly some people grow up, thinking they’ve mastered the world after a few short years. But experience has a way of teaching humility, doesn’t it?”

“Obviously some of the elderly haven’t properly been taught.”

Viserys, oblivious to the tension between them, smiled at his son. “Daemon and I were just discussing potential wedding proposals for his and Laena’s girls,” he said. “There are many fine Lords in the realm who would be eager to make such an alliance.”

Aemond’s smile grew sharper. “Proposals, yes. But what if those daughters were…sullied? Would these lords still be so eager?”

Daemon’s expression remained impassive, but there was a gleam in his eyes that hinted at a deeper current of thought.

“Lords can be particular, it’s true,” Daemon responded, his tone casual. “Luckily I won’t have that problem.”

Aemond’s smile didn’t falter, though there was a flicker of something sharper in his gaze. “Interesting, indeed. Though I suppose some stories are better left untold, especially when they involve family matters. We wouldn’t want to sully anyone’s reputation unnecessarily.”

Viserys, oblivious to the undercurrents in their exchange, continued with his well-meaning attempts at conversation. “It’s good to see finally speaking to your uncle Aemond. We’ve had enough division in the family, haven’t we?”

Aemond inclined his head slightly, his voice smooth as he replied, “Of course, Father. Family is everything. We wouldn’t want to see anyone, tarnished,by unfortunate associations.”

Daemon’s smile was cool, his eyes holding Aemond’s with a steady intensity. “No, we wouldn’t. It’s always best to keep thing in the family, where they belong.”

The tension simmered just below the surface, neither man willing to show his hand too openly.

“Yes,” Viserys agreed, completely unaware of the charged atmosphere. “Family is what matters most. Which is why it’s important we secure the future with good matches.”

Aemond’s smile sharpened ever so slightly. “Indeed, securing the future is paramount. But one must always be careful. Ensure that what we’re securing is as pure as we believe it to be.”

Daemon’s eyes narrowed, but his voice remained calm, almost amused. "Purity is such a relative term, don’t you think? Sometimes what seems less than ideal, flaws and all,” He paused to stare at Aemond’s eye patch before continuing, “turns out to be exactly what’s needed.”

Aemond shrugged lightly, his tone just as light. “Perhaps. Though I’ve always believed in maintaining the highest standards, especially when it comes to matters of blood.”

The exchange continued, each man's meaning of their words hidden beneath a veneer of politeness. Viserys, still oblivious, seemed content to see them interacting at all, completely unaware.

Finally, after a pause, Daemon gave a slight nod, his smile never quite reaching his eyes. “Standards are important. But so is knowing when to bend the rules a little. Life has a way of surprising us all.”

Aemond returned the nod, his smile equally tight. “It does. And it’s those surprises that keep things… interesting.”

With that, the conversation drew to a close, the tension between them lingering even as they parted ways. Aemond turned and walked away, leaving Daemon standing there with Viserys, both men knowing that the exchange had been anything but innocent.

Rhaena made her way back to her chambers, her mind racing with urgency. She needed to act quickly.

As she entered her room, she forced herself to remain calm, focusing on the plan that had been forming in her mind over the past week. She would pretend everything was as it should be, giving no indication of the turmoil or the decisions she had made. Her father would expect her to follow his orders, to obediently return to Dragonstone with him.

And that’s exactly what she would do. At least, at first. She would go back to Dragonstone, gather her belongings, and do everything expected of her. But once there, she would quietly take what she truly wanted: one of the dragon eggs he’d gotten the week beforw, her link to the future she had begun to envision.

With that egg, she would have the power to chart her own course, to leave behind the life that had been decided for her. She wouldn’t be bound by any one. She would take her destiny into her own hands and run. Run to wherever she felt she could finally be free.

As she began to pack, Rhaena’s resolve hardened. She’d have to send a letter to Baela after she got settled. She would go through the motions, play her part until the moment was right. And when it was, she would slip away, leaving behind everything and everyone who had ever tried to control her. With that dragon egg in her possession, she could start a new life, one where she made the rules. Rhaena thought back to the lie she’s been telling Aemond the past few days, that she’d come back to be with him. She wondered how long she would be gone before he realized she left Dragonstone, but not for King’s Landing.

She smiled to herself, a small, determined smile. Soon, she would be gone, and no one would ever hold her back again from her own destiny.

[s-eokie]

f𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍. ジェニーの最初の :

𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 ' 𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, f𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 彼女.

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하나. 𝗋𝖺𝗉 둘. 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 삼. 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍

things that reminds me of markie

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𝗆𝖺' 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗂𝗇 𝖺

台座 𝄖 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇

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𝗍𝗁r𝗎 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗒𝗈𝗎r ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 目, ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗂𝗌 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

( 𝖻𝗒𝗎𝗇. ) : ♥︎ バンビ

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𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 ◞ マドモアゼル ☆

𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂 — 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.

[snoopy333]

Hello thank you for taking my request! Can I request Tsutey’s reaction to nipple piercing? Belly piercing?

What do you look like?

Tsu’tey x Dreamwalker reader

warnings: smut

overview: after dating for a while Tsu’tey finally sees what you look like

//the description of reader is a description of myself a little cameo for you all♥️🥰

It was a day like any other really. Some of jake and your Navi friends (Tsu’tey,Neytiri, Ka’ani and sa’ayla)had come up to the Hallelujah mountains to chill and learn some human things. Like Neytiri had taken a liking to Jake Tsu’tey had done the same. One thing he had always wondered was what you looked like outside of your navi body.You always tried to explain but it never satisfied him.

“So you skin is brown like trees? and your hair is in permanent braids??” he asked with a confused look on his face. “Yes Ma-Tsu’tey”

Tonight the topic had come up again, Neytiri telling everyone about how different humans look and almost begging to see what the two of you looked like.

You laughed a bit looking at jake. “I mean our bodies are right in there but we can’t interrupt them mid session”. “ Lets put on the projector and show them our logs” Jake said. “They could see us with no mask then .”

You thought for a second,humming dramatically. “Fine” You said shrugging. You could tell tsu’tey was trying to hold back his smile as Jake set up the projector. One of jakes logs beginning to play. He sat in his chair talking about Navi food this log…

(in log)

“So most of the food is grilled over a fire and then wrapped in a leaf. I personally love the stuff but Y/n here isnt to big on the meats, Y/n say hello to my log”

You stood in the back heating up your tea.Your figure was covered with just a thin white cropped tank top and some low rise pajamas shorts. Your long black locs dropped over your shoulder passing your butt as you walked over. Ears filled with black gauges, Arms covered with tattoos. But what stood out the most was the way your nipple piercings poked through your shirt. And the way your belly pierced sat perfectly.

“Hello Jakes log..” You said sipping you tea “Hows everyone like jakes new hair” You joked ruffling his hair a bit “Im sure neytiri would love it” “You need a damn haircut sully “ Grace yelled from the back. “Goodbye log” Jake said laughing a bit “

(end of log)

“Omg y/n you’re.. whats the word jake.. AH! y/you’re hot!” You laugh at neytiris words. “I have to agree ma-y/n” Tsu’tey said his eye’s nearly blown in arousal.

After a while they group ended up watching more logs. And some old earth movies. Tsu’tey kept his arm around you. Ever so often leaving small kisses on your shoulder, Kisses on your neck right where you like them.

“I didn’t know you had piercings in my favorite places yawne, You don’t know how bad i want to bend you over right now do you”. Each word sent shivers down your spine his hand running up and down your thighs.

Once everyone fell asleep of course you two were wide awake. It didn’t take long for you two to be behind a tree with you bent over holding onto that tree for dear life. “Im so fucking lucky..you gonna let me fuck your real body one day baby? You gonna let me suck on those pretty piercings?” That night he was never more confident in fucking you. He had something to prove that night!

The next morning you woke him up in your human body mask on tight. He held his hands over your waist trying his best to not slide them up that shirt….

//sorry for the bad quality in photos 😞♥️ hope the description of myself was cool!

[yawneneteyam]

gorgeous (the finale) — you're gorgeous.

— GORGEOUS, an avatar smau ( by yawneneteyam ) masterlist

— gorgeous, you're gorgeous !

y/n woke up before neteyam.

after messaging tsireya and kiri, she put her phone down and looked back down at neteyam who was asleep on her chest. his breathing was low and even, he was sleeping soundly. y/n played with one of his locs with a smile on her face.

it seemed like she had waited forever for this moment, but she didn't mind- it was worth it. it was almost an out of body experience, having neteyam asleep in her arms, like he was a little kid.

he fell asleep late last night. they stayed up for a while, making up for lost time. they acquainted each other with their lips once more, before acquainting each other with other parts of their bodies. it was a long time coming, they would say it made it better though. neteyam stayed up longer than y/n did, he couldn't stop himself from staring at her- taking her in life a gift from eywa herself, which to him.. she was.

he was sleeping so peacefully, y/n thought. she couldn't bring herself to wake him up yet, she doubted that he ever got a good nights rest being the eldest, the strongest. y/n pleaded with the powers and their plans to give neteyam at least another hours rest; and that's what he got.

y/n was trying her best to navigate typing up her report whilst neteyam slept. it was a struggle but she was managing. neteyam sniffed and blinked a few times, realising where he was and who he was with, that it wasn't actually a dream.

"morning mamas," neteyam cleared his throat before sitting up. y/n smiled watching him stretch the night away and accustom to the bright light of late afternoons. "how did you sleep?" he asked.

"very good," y/n slowly closed her laptop, suddenly nervous that they were waking up in the same bed. "how did you sleep, you were out for a while" y/n chuckled.

"what time is it?" neteyam looked for his phone on the bed. y/n pulled hers out and read the time to neteyam.

"it's noon," she turned her phone screen around with a laugh.

"you're kidding," neteyam deadpanned. y/n shook her head with a smile. "shit," he sighed.

"what time do you need to be home?" y/n was hesitant to ask, not wanting him to leave just yet, but she knew that he had responsibilities at home.

neteyam tilted his head, resting his weight on his palms. the way he was sitting, brought back flashes of their night before. how he sat the same way with her straddling him, kissing him. "who says i have to be home?" he smirked.

"oh really?" y/n sat up on her knees, leaning closer to neteyam, "does the sully's mightiest son not have any duties today?" she smiled cheekily.

"he has priorities in higher places," neteyam grabbed her chin with his fingers, pulling her face closer to his. he could feel her breath on his lips, "places to be, people to please" he shrugged.

"yeah?" y/n smiled.

"oh yeah," he nodded, "and looking at my busy schedule, you're right at the top"

"oh I'm good with being on top," y/n pecked neteyam's lips lightly.

"oh, don't I know it?" neteyam laughed, pulling y/n's whole weight on top of his, pressing his lips roughly against hers. they stayed there for a while, drinking in the sweet honeysuckle that was each other. learning the little quirks about each other, like how neteyam has a dimple at the very bottom of his stomach and how he is ticklish on his left side.

as they let the day slip away from them, neteyam had an idea. "did you want to go out tonight?" he asked.

y/n seemed taken aback, "really?" she asked. "like on a date?" she tried to hide her smile, but wasn't doing a great job.

neteyam could see right through her as he cracked a grin too, "well, yeah I would hope so" he leaned closer into her touch. "I think we are too well acquainted with each other to just be friends," he laughed.

"where would we go?" y/n nestled herself deeper into neteyam's hold.

"where would you like to go?" he asked.

y/n was quiet for a moment before answering. "I have an idea" she smiled.

— gorgeous, you're gorgeous !

the sun had now set. neteyam and y/n were sat on a hill in the forests of pandora. they had spent their afternoon there, watching the sky fade from blue to pink.

neteyam was laying in the grass, his eyes closed as he felt the wind blow over him. y/n was sat up next to him, watching him peacefully. she had waited for this and now it was here; he was everything she could have ever wanted.

"stop staring at me you moron" neteyam smirked.

y/n pushed him slightly, "I wasn't".

"you're a liar," he smiled, "I can feel it,"

neteyam slowly sat up so he was sitting next to y/n properly. he looked at her and took in the way the sunset was hitting her skin and the reflections glimmering in her eyes. she looked beautiful.

"are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to kiss me?" y/n asked.

"can't I do both?" neteyam asked, leaning into kiss her for what felt like the one hundredth time that day. the sensation he felt hadn't yet faded.

y/n pulled away, resting her forehead on neteyam's. he noticed how she was looking at him once again, just like she had been before.

"what are you thinking about?" he asked.

"do you want to be my boyfriend?" y/n asked, no hesitation present in her voice. can't overthink what you don't hold back.

neteyam laughed, dumbfounded by her question. "I kind of assumed I already was as of this morning," he admitted, "I would love to be your boyfriend, y/n".

"okay good, because it would've been an awkward car ride home if you said no," y/n smiled, laying down in the grass where neteyam had once been.

he laughed, laying down next to her, wrangling his fingers gently in her hair.

"you're making that face again," neteyam chuckled.

"what face?" she asked, "I don't make a face"

"yes you do!" he argued, "it's the face you make when you're thinking about something" he rolled onto his stomach. y/n sighed, shaking her head slightly. "what're you thinking about?" neteyam asked again.

y/n let herself break out into a smile, allowing every feeling of joy to flourish in her stomach like butterflies. ones that neteyam put there and she was sure would never leave.

"you're so gorgeous"

— gorgeous, you're gorgeous ! and that's the end! thank you so much to everyone who showed me some love during this entire thing. I'm so sorry the last few chapters have taken me forever to do, I was so swamped with work and couldn't find the motivation to do anything- but we've finally done it! now that gorgeous is finished, my jamie flatters story 'all things connected' should be up in the next week!!! so if you want to be on the taglist, send me an ask or comment on this post <3 sending you all love.

[jakegasm]

Heat

: ̗̀➛ genre: smut

: ̗̀➛ pairing: jake sully x neytiri sully x omaticaya!reader

: ̗̀➛ word count: 1.3k

: ̗̀➛ warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), handjob (i think that’s it??)

: ̗̀➛ notes: life has been whooping my ASS so i apologize for this bc it loooooonnng overdue. but still pls enjoy these scraps 🥺

“please.” You were begging but you didn’t know what for. You just wanted the ache that rested in your lower stomach and the painful heat that had pooled between your legs. Your back rested against another female na’vi, one that you were so fond of and to have her here with you soothing you through whatever you were going through somewhat eased the current pain you were in.

“please what? use your words.” Another na’vi spoke, only this one day in between your parted legs, fingers dancing dangerously close to where you felt the pain the most. You struggled to find the correct words, small whimpers escaping from your lips while you wiggled your hips trying to find some friction from his fingers that grazed over your sex every now before slightly adding pressure when he did so.

“Ma’jake. Don’t be so mean, she needs our help.” The woman pestered at her mate, earning her a slight eye roll from her mate at the statement knowing that she was right.

“I just wanted to have a little fun.” His torture on you ceased finally, his fingers hooking themselves on your loin cloth and tugged gently. Your body seemed to be moving on its own, your hips raised up just enough for him to pull the cloth off completely revealing your bare sex to him. His breath hitched the sight in front of him practically made him drool. Your slick covered in your arousal some spilling onto your thighs, the way your hole clenched over nothing practically begging and inviting him, he could’ve came undone by the sight alone.

Positioning himself on his stomach he rested his head between your thighs, nose brushing ever so slightly against the throbbing bud that seeked attention badly. The sensation sent a jolt through your body causing your body to jerk in his mates hold, her soothing hands now rubbing soothing circles on your stomach right where you felt the deep burning sensation. He brought two fingers up to your seeping cunt scissoring it open, revealing to him how badly it quivered and begged for attention. His cock throbbed at this, more so off your scent. It was intoxicating. Your scent revealed a mixture of flowers that just sent his head into a spiral making his mind fuzzy, sure his mate gave off the same smell whenever she was in heat but yours—yours had a stronger effect. Stronger smell that could make any man want to eat you alive, in which he took pride that he was the one to help you through it.

He didn’t want to waste any more time than he already has hell he could stare at you all day, but he knew he needed to get this done. Gently he placed a kiss right on top of your clit kissing his way down to your clenching hole, repeating the actions once more before he finally wrapped his lips around the nub giving it a light suck coming off of it with a ‘pop’. Your fingers immediately found their way to his locs, gripping, pulling, and scratching his scalp while you grinded yourself against him whimpering urging him to go further.

Your whimpering. Oh your whimpering. It caused something in him to snap, something primal, almost animalistic. He gave long but quick licks sucking and even nibbling at the sensitive bud, he was drunk off your taste. God, you tasted better than he has ever imagined and he couldn’t get enough of it. His mate however watched as he devoured you, he looked almost—barbaric. He himself had even started moaning just by him pleasuring you, desperately grinding himself on the mossy floor eager to find some pleasure. An idea struck her before she carefully placed you on the ground, your mind too hazy and cloudy to even question where she was going. Swiftly she made her way on the side of her mate, her hands wrapping themselves around his waist signaling him to lift them. Without question he rose them too lost in his current actions he hasn’t realized that his mate managed to untie his loincloth leaving him completely bare.

His cock was solid she could even see how badly it was throbbing as it twitched every now and then the tip oozing pre cum. Wasting no time she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock giving it long slow pumps, the action causing him to pause his current actions briefly.

“Neytiri what—what are you doing?” He groaned. Neytiri only smiled, placing a soft kiss on her mate's shoulder.

“Helping.” Was all she said before she continued the assault on his cock urging him to continue his as well, in which he did. His tongue moved feverishly on you, occasionally dipping his tongue in your seeping hole, your whimpering turned into moans growing louder and louder, he knew you were close and my—my was he gonna make sure you reached your end goal.

“j-jake—jake i’m—“ Hearing the way his name rolled off your tongue went straight to his cock. It sounded so desperate, so needy. His tongue moved faster, determined to bring you over the edge only to stutter in between because the hand helping him seemed to speed up as well. His eyes screwed shut as he felt his own release quickly approaching him, with a shaky hand he tried to stop the hand that was assaulting him. His breathing matched your own, broken and winded desperately trying to find some air to fill your lungs.

“i’m gonna—gonna cum if you continue.”

“good.” Her hand picked up the pace even more, squeezing him almost as if she was trying to milk him. He met her thrust unintentionally while he played and sucked harder on your clit.

“jake—ah—jake!” Was all you could say before your release broke through like a dam. Your body shuddered as you came undone, your hand gripping his locs trying to pry him off of you as you were becoming too sensitive for the feeling, he didn’t let up though as to now he was chasing his own release. He was fucking himself in his mates hand trying his best to get the release that had now built up and knotted in his stomach until—the motion stopped all together. His eyes snapped towards his mate questioning why she had paused her motions.

“Save it. For her. It’ll be much more beneficial for her than you think.” Pulling her hand off of him he saw the way her hand glistened covered in his pre cum surprising him by how much he had produced.

“jake—i—i need you.” Your whiny voice broke his gaze from his mates and onto you.

“where do you need me babygirl?” Clearing his throat he watched attentively as your own fingers spread yourself wide and open for him clearly inviting him in.

“inside.” His cock sprung up even more at this, eye wide and searching for his mate's response but she had already found herself carefully flipping you over on your knees pushing her hand on your back creating an arch. Her eye briefly met his before gesturing to him to come forward. He hesitated and she saw that he hadn’t had sex with anyone other than her so she could understand why now he was hesitant. Reassuringly she smiled at him before giving his lips a soft kiss, her fingers gripping his cock guiding him towards your aching core.

“It’s fine. We’re just helping.” Her hands now rested on his hips pushing them forward, careful not to push so hard until she saw his cock slowly disappear into you. The both of you moaned at this sensation—the new found sensation. You were so tight and—and hot he almost came upon entering. His hands gripped your waist as he pushed himself fully inside, waiting a few moments before he set a slow beginning pace. Your gummy walls gripped at him just right, seemingly sucking him back in every time he pulled away from you. From this feeling alone he knew.

He was fucked.

[dirtytransmasc]

TW - child neglect, lack of hygiene as result of neglect

I think a lot of spider haters are either A. people who have never experienced neglect, especially physical neglect B. people who have internalized and denied themselves the space to heal/acknowledge their neglect and/or its effects C. neglecters themselves.

I say this because spider shows one of the clearest signs of physical and emotional neglect; lack of hygiene and cleanliness, and its one of the things he is mocked for the most.

now, I'm coming from the perspective of a kid who was neglected in that way, as a person who didn't know you needed to use a wash clothe, how to properly wash their hair, and other 'basic' hygiene knowledge until they were 15 or 16 years old.

spider was clearly not family to the sully's so I find it hard to believe they bathed him or even taught him to bathe. the scientists would most likely expect his 'family' to teach him that, and decided to leave those 'intimate' and 'personal' conversations to them.

children, humans in general, do not have the modern-day standards of hygiene ingrained in them; it is not an instinct, it is learned, it is taught.

so if he has no one who is willing to not only teach him, but show him, he will not have those skills. you can't expect him to have those skills. that's truly and honestly unfair, and so disheartening as someone who has suffered that effect of neglect, to see an entire fandom so keen on making that the butt of their jokes.

then you throw on the fact that he never chose, or at the very least, never made an educated decision (considering we first see his hair locked as a toddler/small child) to have his hair locked. locs need to be cared for in a very specific manner to be kept clean and healthy (and that's on the proper hair type, spider's hair in all honesty, is just matted, and can never properly be cleaned).

so this kid who doesn't even know the basics of hygiene, is now saddled with the responsibility of taking care of locs/glorified mats. of course the kid looks like a wreck, he literally doesn't know how to take care of himself, and mimicking what little you see of proper hygiene doesn't do much for very long.

the poor thing is suffering; I don't know if some of y'all know this, but feeling perpetually dirty, even when trying your best to keep clean, is exhausting and soul-crushing.

that boy has suffered on every level and far too many poke at it like its some joke.

[tinkerbelle05]

Sully Family Modern AU Headcanons

Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Kiri, Tuk, Neteyam, Mo’at, Lo’ak

Warnings: None :)

Summary: Just some headcanons of what the Sully’s would be like in our modern world

Taglist & Masterlist

Jake

Jake would def be a military dad and sometimes be doing too much but Netyiri always drags him back to earth

Goes all out for his kids’ extracurricular activities. He’s always there with a camera or trying to tell his kids what to do

Sometimes can get hard on his kids (esp Lo’ak) bc he wants to them to not make the same mistakes he did

Runs a nonprofit to help warriors who lost their limbs and/or struggling with PTSD from the first war

A girl dad all the way, he folds so hard when it comes to Kiri and Tuk

Is best buds with Tonowari and is always trading embarrassing stories with him

Much to their children’s dismay

Sometimes they go on camping trips together

Loves to prank his children and embarrassing them lovingly

Finds it hard to talk about Tommy and Tsu’tey but wants his kids to know their uncles so he pushes through

Listens to classic rock and country, you cannot tell me otherwise

Tries (and fails) to get his kids into it

Neytiri humors him at times and would admit (not to his face tho) that some of it is good

Neytiri

She is an instructor at a really good archery school

Loves to drink tea and Kiri always buys her different kinds from her “impulsive drives”

Still does all of the kids’ hair and retwist Jake’s locs for them

Save money and she makes it into a self-care for the person

And the kids do her hair as well

Is a mama bear and not afraid to tell someone off to protect her family

Is really into sustainable to protect Pandora

She mostly listens to podcasts but has a shared playlist with Jake

Teaches her kids self-defense and takes it very seriously

Helps out with fundraising for her kids clubs and schools if needed

But not really involved in the pta unless it involves her kids directly

She respects boundaries but really hates it when her family is in distress and won’t say anything

Goes on walks and hikes with Jake

They have a weekly date night to de-stress from the kids

Neteyam

School President and captain of whatever school team he plays for. Maybe soccer or volleyball

Girls, guys, honestly anyone whoever is attracted to guys def looked Neteyam’s way twice

But all those good looks but no rizz at all

What a shame

Lo’ak said it skipped Neteyam and went straight to him

Into mangas but his taste in them are all over the place. One day reading Haikyuu the next reading The Promised Neverland

Big 180

Similarly, his tastes are the same in music. Some day into indie the next heavy rock. But if asked, his favorite is indie full stop

Would be valedictorian of his school and all the teachers love him

Saved up for his first car and would die before he lets Lo’ak get behind the wheel

Road rage driver and got it from his parents

Is a tutor who does it for money but will help someone outta the kindness of his heart if needed

Feel immense pressure to be the best at everything he does. Which leads to burnout and his family stepping in

That intervention led to lots of hugs and tears

Promises to do better on Jake’s part

Had a Hamilton the musical phase, and sometimes will go back to the songs he really likes

Kiri

Really into crystals, plants, and herbalism

Has a garden in their backyard that is extremely well-taken care of

Into activism for many groups but her main focus would be the environment

Doesn't want Pandora to turn into Earth now

Has a well-known blog dedicated to plants and helps inform ppl about the dangers of greenhouse emissions

Her fashion taste is long but breathable dresses and doc martens

Goes thrift shopping with Neytiri and that's how she met Tsireya and her mom

While their moms had a rocky start the two girls were besties since the beginning

Prolly sapphic if I'm being honest with you

The only one that Neteyam trust with his car

A vegan and convinced her family to have non-meat Mondays

Has been bullied in the past for being “weird” and now has a silver tongue. People think twice before saying something slick to her. Bc it’s either her words or her brothers’ fist

Cuts her own hair. The first time was an impulse but she loves the way it looks so she continued

Has this really calming presence around her that attracts ppl but she prefers to do her own thing.

Lo’ak

Definitely into hip-pop,rap, and r&b (I will not be convinced otherwise)

Wears a lot of street wear style clothes but those Nike techs got him in a chokehold

Always in detention for fighting someone or playing a prank that blows up in his face

Room a mess 24/7 but somehow has an order to it that only he understands

Like Neytiri or Neytam would ask him to find something and he’ll get it within 5 seconds

One of those to joke flirty with a lot of girls but if it’s someone he really like (like Tsireya for example) he get real shy around her

Owns a skateboard and is always at the skatepark. It’s how he made peace with Rotxo after their lil scuffle on the first day of school

And by proxy Ao’nung

When he wants to, he can get really deep and have personal conversations with a person

Will probably play a sport like hockey or something that’s really action based

He got that W rizz on lock, at least that’s what he claims

Into animes like Blue Lock, AOT, Chainsaw man

But can't get into the mangas for some reason

When he was younger a stray dog saved him. Convinced his parents to adopt the dog. Named him Palkan

Tuk

An iPad kid and loves Toca Boca

Also kids bop and the family hates it

She’s a picky eater

Bc the songs are just stuck in their heads

Wants to do every sport and join every club.

Settled on girl scout for the cookies and friends, but mostly cookies

Charges her family extra for boxes

Always gets her way bc everyone is wrapped around her finger

And honestly, Jake and Neytiri gave up on parenting

Definitely called Ao’nung a penis face at least once

After that Jake and Neytiri had a serious discussion around what can and cannot be said around a 7 year old w/ the older kids

Has caught Lo’ak sneaking out on multiple occasions and uses it to blackmail him

Most ppl (at least Tsireya) think he’s a loving older brother. But the fam knows something is up

Is not in charge of packing her own lunch bc it's literally all junk food

Once a month,she, Kiri, and Neytiri have a girl’s day. Each of them can choose what they do each month.

Gets the most money from Grandma when birthdays comes around

She is in love with Starbucks and mainly spend her cash money on getting drinks that sounds or looks good. If she don’t like the drink, then she gives it to Kiri to finish them

Bonus:

Mo’at

Spoils her grandchildren way too much

But there is not much Jake and Neytiri can do about it

Says she has no favorites but it is 100% Kiri

Still thinks about her dead husband and is sad that he’ll never meet his grandchildren or his son-in-law

Has seen and know it all

If the kids are having trouble they go to her for advice but she so wise in all matters

Has traveled the world more than once and would love to do it again

But is still a homebody

Really spiritual and it’s something she and Kiri bond over

For all her loving, she will give her family a harsh talking to if needed

Total badass, where you think Neytiri got it from?

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