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Ying Yue Jiang from Blood and Marriage is asexual!
#ying yue jiang#blood and marriage#unbreakable soldiers#canon aspec#asexual#submitted by corelliaxdreaming
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If I ever were to make a baby Tais AU I would call it âSoldier boy AUâ because
Apparently it also means âgift from Godâ so, yeah, he is one indeed
#it also means merciful I think#not sure about that one but he does have a heart of gold so#miles tails prower#sonic the hedgehog#sth#also fitting because of all the pain he had to endure when he was an actual baby#Sonic took him out of that war#also Iâm definitely not making reference to a heart breaking song of course not#brave soldier boy comes marching home#sonic headcanon#soldier boy au#sonic and tails#unbreakable bond#theyâre brothers your honor#they are cosmic truth#baby tails#baby miles tails prower
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âïžKharkiv.Subwayâïž
âïžUkrainians brought the holidays underground
#metro#ukraine#kharkiv#subway#metro in kharkiv#ukrainians#unbreakable ukrainians#ukraine under attack#war in ukraine#war 2022#frontline city#war#pray for ukraine#pray for ukrainians#pray for ukrainian armed forces#pray for ukrainian soldiers#winter#december#holiday vibes#holidays in ukraine#winter vibes#decorations#inspiration#love ukraine#ukrainian tumblr#ukrainians on tumblr#stand with ukraine#stoprussianaggression#ŃĐșŃŃŃĐŒĐ±ĐŸŃĐșĐ°#slava ukraini
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Riptide needs to be breastfed this is driving me crazy I want to see that dumbass latched onto someone's boob and clinging to them like he'll die if he let's go
Red (won't be homeless for much longer)
mhmm Riptide gets to be all blissed out and happy with a tit in his mouth, as a treat. Squeezing both boobs with his hands, making the milk come out faster, until he's too slow to swallow and it's dripping down his chin... then he gets scolded for being a slob <3
#homeless and still posting about robot yaoi the human spirit is unbreakable. good luck soldier o7#valveplug#lactation
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He is the strongest person of all đ
The Winter Soldier isnât empty. His mind is all over the place.
#marveledit#catwsedit#sebstanedit#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#captain america#epilepsy warning#team bucky#stay strong#he will always have a special place in my heart#big heart#unbreakable#never gonna give you up#never give up
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that moment when wounded soldiers just say 'I'm sorry' over and over when their comrades come to get them medical attention
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#about the muse#(what makes you unbreakable) headcanon#he totally did that though#before he was dispatched off world#he witnessed it and was actively such soldier
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Not to mention, once Bucky escaped Hydra the first thing he did was go to the Captain America museum. Bucky wasn't looking for information on himself, he found some by chance. Bucky wanted to understand who Steve is.
ââŠbut I knew him.â
bucky, through brutal torture and conditioning, was made to forget everything about who he was, the people he loved, and his life before his capture
butâŠ
despite all he endured the one thing hydra could never rob him of is his love and devotion for steve rogers, who is carved in buckyâs very soul
#these two have an unbreakable bond#their relationship is so interesting and has so much potential#if someone said their relatioinship not being explored further by Marvel was a missed oppertunity.. that would be an understatement#yes i'm still mad#catws#captain america: the winter soldier#SteveBucky meta#SteveBucky#Stucky#Bucky Barnes#mcu#marvel
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I know Elden Ring put me in this vulnerable Miles state because I think of Miles almost more often as a fantasy paladin than a Shepard.
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Next to You | Azriel
Azriel x Reader | The world is ending and Azriel does all he can to be next to you.
warnings: angst, this does touch on death/dying (character deaths/reader death), end of the world, mentions of blood/injuries
word count: roughly 3,400
a/n: You can thank Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars for this lol. I was supposed to post this way earlier but I decided to rewrite some things last minute.
Death had come, manifesting in a cloud of heavy darkness. So dark it made Azrielâs shadows appear light and shiver at the sight. The darkness was rising from every crevice, every corner and a low, rumbling growl shook the earth beneath him.Â
Koschei was here.
The sky began to darken, the sun being swallowed whole by the vast darkness much like the warriors at his side did. Shadows writhed and swirled around him, whispering and frantically urging him to run.
But Azrielâs eyes were still fixed on the spot where Rhysand was standing. Where Rhysand had stood.
Koschei had suddenly unleashed his wrath upon Prythian, taking each court down one by one. He saved the Night Court for last but he took its High Lord first. Feyre had stayed behind with Mor and Amren at the riverhouse to protect Nyx. Rhysand had been struck with such brutal force and swallowed by Koscheiâs void of darkness so swiftly that Azriel still couldnât believe it.
Not a single trace was left behind of his best friend, his brother, his High Lord.
Rhysand was gone. Just like that.
There was no time to grieve, no time to scream. Koscheiâs men were advancing, their swords and arrows drawn and ready to continue their relentless attack. Azriel, Cassian and Nesta fought back alongside their own soldiers or what little remained of them.
It was no use. They were vastly outnumbered and no help would come as the Night Court was the last one standing. It felt as though the battle had already been lost, the sickening smirk on Koscheiâs pale face sealing their fate.Â
The ground buckled and split, jagged cracks tearing across the cobbled streets like veins of chaos. Trees swayed violently, their roots torn from the earth and the sounds of fae screaming rang out in the distance. All signs of life were being ripped apart at the seams.
Azrielâs gaze darted to Cassian, and an overwhelming wave of dread twisted deep in his gut. The Night Court General, usually so unbreakable, now stood battered and bloodied, his eyes void of any hope. Defeat clung to him like the grime smeared across his face. Nesta reached for his hand, their fingers threading together in silent solidarity.
A look of understanding passed between them.Â
âGo,â is all Cassian said.
Azriel hesitated, his chest tightening with wild emotions. There were words burning on his tongueâwords he never thought he'd have to say. But he couldnât force them out. He didnât need to. Cassian nodded once, his eyes conveying further understanding. A final, silent farewell. A nod that Azriel returned.Â
And then he spread his wings wide, launching into the air. The wind howled against him, his shadows shuddering nervously, sensing his panic and wanting to soothe him. But they, too, could see that the end was near.
**
Azriel had never feared death.
As an Illyrian warrior and the Night Courtâs spymaster, he had long prepared for it, accepted it as an inevitable part of his life. He was willing to die for his court.
But then he met you and everything changed.
Suddenly, the thought of dying filled him with terror. The fear of leaving you behind, of never being able to say goodbye. The idea of dying without feeling your touch one last time, without whispering how much he loved you. That was more frightening than any enemy he could ever face.
The words you had exchanged earlier were rushed and hurried, Koschei's attack taking everyone by surprise. He hadnât said goodbye. He had only just enough time to promise to come back to you.Â
And thatâs all Azriel could think of in this momentâin what could very well be his last momentsâis keeping that promise.
Smoke and dust choked the air, Koscheiâs darkness thickening. He doesnât turn around in fear for what heâd see. He kept his gaze forward, watching in distress as buildings shattered. The city of Velaris was crumbling apart around him.Â
He ducked and wove through the falling stones and debris, doing his best to avoid the death arrows that seemed to be coming from every direction. His hazel eyes were sharp and focused. Even as pure fear clawed at his chest, making his heart race and hands tremble.
Your name was a prayer on his lips that manifested into a mantra of desperate hope.
The bond between you thrummed and sung madly. What once was a source of comfort was now only magnifying his fear. He could feel your terror, feel the frantic rhythm of your uneven heartbeat, echoing through the bond like a scream.
Azrielâs eyes locked on the House of Wind as it came into view, his wings straining as he pushed harder against the air. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, pushing past the protests of his muscles, the stinging of his injuries. The mountain the house was on trembled beneath the force of the quakes. His breath caught in his throat as one of the houseâs spires broke away, crashing into the rocky expanse below.
He folded his wings in tight, landing hard in the courtyard, barely keeping his balance as the ground beneath him bucked and split. Cracks spidered across the stone beneath his boots, but he forced himself forward. Determination burned bright in him, every second counting. He had to find you, to be next to you.
Inside, the walls trembled, stone and dust raining from above as the ceilings began to crumble. He barreled through the halls, his destination clear. The library. He had left you there, hidden away with the priestesses and some of Valkyries, who had vowed to defend in case the attack reached them.
He thought you would be safe there. That heâd defeat Koschei and his army of death. That heâd return to his family and be able to hold his nephew, who has only had a taste of the world, in his arms again. That heâd be returning to you with the promise of tomorrow and a future where the two of you could start a family of your own.Â
All those hopes and dreams were dying along with the world around him. The cruelty of fate knew no bounds. It continued to weave its harsh and bitter threads and when Azriel threw open the library doors, his heart stalled in his chest. Panic gripped him, raw and unyielding, flooding his veins like ice. So cold that he found it hard to breathe.
Because there was nothing.
No priestesses. No Valkyries. No you.Â
Only darkness.
Koscheiâs death magic had hit the library first. The clouds swarming below let out a hiss from the faint light that dared to creep in through the doors. Azrielâs shadows slammed them shut, trying to hold the darkness back. The Houseâs energy pulsed faintly, aiding his shadows and taking over. Whatever magic remained of the House directed itself at repelling the evil force that had invaded its walls.
His shadows scattered, darting through the ruined halls, desperate to find you. But the gnawing fear clawing at his chest felt insurmountable, a type of desperation he had never known. He reached for the bond, tugging on it with everything he had. He pulled and pulled on those threads, frantically searching for any response.Â
Tears stung his eyes when, at last, he felt your response.
âPlease,â he rasped, his voice trembling, the word a plea torn from his soul. He didnât know who he was beggingâthe shadows, the House, or the Mother herself.
His shadows moved, drawing his attention away from the door that shuddered under the pressure of Koscheiâs darkness. His head snapped up as he realized where you must be.
Azriel bolted back up the stairs, his shadows scouting ahead and darting through the debris and cracks. His head began to pound and vision blurred from his injuries but he pushed on. The connection through the bond grew stronger, the tug more insistent.Â
Sheâs safe for now. Not hurt, a shadow reported to him but he needed to confirm it for himself. Needed to see you with his own eyes, feel your presence.Â
His legs trembled as he pushed forward, his lungs burning. When he finally reached the door to your shared room, he shoved it open with more force than necessary, his gaze sweeping around, wild with fear.Â
And there you were.
The sight of you nearly buckled his knees. Relief washed over him in a crashing wave. You stood on the balcony, your back turned to him, silhouetted against the dimming sky. Koscheiâs creeping darkness loomed on the horizon, thick and unnatural, swallowing the sky and closing in around the House of Wind.Â
The sense of relief he had felt was abruptly cut short. Time was running out.
His shadows reached you first, swirling around your feet, urging you to turn. When you did, his heart clenched painfully.
Your eyes, wide and teary, were full of fear and despair. You clutched something tightly against your chestâhis cloak. Your fingers trembled as you gripped onto the fabric as if it were a lifeline.
âI thought you werenât coming back,â your voice quivered. âI thoughtâI thought I wasnât going to see you againâŠâ
Azriel crossed the distance between you in the blink of an eye. He pulled you into his arms, wrapping you tightly against him, cradling your head to his chest. His embrace was fierce, almost desperate. Only when he buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent, did he finally allow a few tears to slip from his eyes.
âIâm here,â he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. He repeated it, softer this time, as if trying to convince himself. âIâm here.â
You pulled back slightly, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Your hands cupped his face, thumb gently wiping at his tears. When your eyes roamed over his face and then lowered, a sob tore through your body, more tears spilling from your eyes.
âYouâre hurt,â you choked out, taking in the gashes and bruises marring his skin and wings, the torn leathers barely holding together. The agony in your eyes when you met his gaze once more was far more tormenting and painful than his injuries.Â
Azriel shook his head, his breath ragged and labored. âIt doesnât matter.â
The world outside was falling apartâliterally crumbling into darkness. Azriel was dying and every breath now tasted of bitter and agonizing defeat. He could only hope that the Mother would spare him some mercy and grant him more time so that he may go with you.Â
âYouâre bleeding,â you whispered, your hand reaching down to touch the blood that soaked through his leathers. It stained your hands and Azriel removed your hand from his side, placing it back onto his face, not caring over the blood that now smeared his face.
âIt doesnât matter,â he repeated as if he could force the pain away with sheer will.
Because you were the only thing that mattered to him at this moment. You are his everything. His only reason to keep fighting, to keep breathing.
You let out another sob, the sound like a dagger, piercing straight through his heart. âI donât want this to be the end,â you whispered, your words shattering him further.Â
âI know, baby, â Azriel replied. His grip on you tightened, his wings curling protectively around your frame as though he could shield you from anything, as though nothing in the world could touch you while he was near.Â
He wished he could take away your pain, your fear. That there was something he could do to stop the darkness invading the world. His brows furrowed in anguish, whether from his wounds or your suffering, he couldnât tell. He leant his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.
âIâm sorry,â he cried, feeling as though he failed you. As your mate, he had vowed to protect you, to shield you from harm, to always keep you safe.
âNo,â you said firmly, sensing his regret and shame through the bond.Â
âAzriel, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. The best partner I couldâve ever wished for. I thank the Cauldron every day for blessing me with you soâ âyour face tightened, the very thought of Azrielâs shame and sense of failure cutting deeply through youâ âso donât for a second think youâve ever failed me. Not then, not now."
"I love you so, so much."
His eyes opened wide, searching yours, and there he found only love. His heart swelled with emotion, eyes filling with more tears. âI love you, too.â
And then he kissed you. One last time. The saltiness of your tears mixed into the kiss but he didnât care. Azriel cherished every taste of you, savoring the bittersweet blend.
The harrowing sound of stone breaking and collapsing followed by more screams had you tensing and breaking apart. Azrielâs shadows circled around you both, forming a protective barrier as the world around you got darker and darker. The floor groaned and splintered beneath you and a shudder coursed through you as the air grew unbearably cold around you.
Unbridled fear and panic surged through the bond, so intense he could no longer tell where your emotions ended and his began.
âLook at me,â Azriel murmured, his voice soft but laced with a tremor, betraying the emotion he was holding back. He looked at you, his eyes tracing every feature of your face, indulging himself one more time.
Azrielâs shadows let out a hiss and your breath hitched. Koscheiâs darkness had finally reached your room. But Azriel refused to let the overwhelming emotions suffocate you both, refused to let things end this way.Â
 âLook at me,â Azriel said again, holding your face firmly in his hands to keep your head from turning. There was a slight tremor in his fingers as you looked back up at him, tears slipping continuously. He offered you a smile that was trembling yet still warm and comforting. âThatâs it, baby. Just keep your eyes on me.â
The stone above you began to crackle and Azriel pulled you closer to him, held you tighter. âIâve got you. In this life and the next. I will find my way back to you.âÂ
His eyes looked into yours, those hazel irises filled with raw vulnerability, a fierce determination. Your lips trembled as you nodded, struggling to form words past the lump in your throat. Yet, slowly, you managed a smile of your own.Â
The world was ending around you, Koscheiâs oppressive shadow of death looming. He could take anything and everything he wanted. Except for this. He could never take what lived between you.
Because not even death could tear you apart, sever the thread that bound your souls.
Azriel swallowed hard, pressing his forehead to yours. His chest heaved with the effort of breathing, each inhale more shaky. âWherever you go, thatâs where Iâll follow,â he whispered, his words straight from the vows he made to you during your mating ceremony.Â
âAnd wherever we go, we'll face it together, â you breathed, the ache in your chest nearly unbearable, mirroring the one in his. Yet, beneath the weight of fear, a fragile sliver of hope flickered.Â
And Azriel couldnât help but think back to how heâd always imagined his end would come. Brave, fearless and alone. A warriorâs death. It was the way heâd been raised and trained to believe he should go.Â
But this⊠this was something far greater.Â
He found a deeper kind of bravery. The courage to love so deeply and fiercely, even at the darkest of times. To face death not with a sword, but with you in his hold and feel whole. There was something tragically beautiful in facing the end with you by his side...
A sudden chill swept through him, paralyzing him. The warmth between you two began to fade yet your gazes remained locked. Unwavering and resolute.
Was this it? The last shard of light before the darkness consumed him? The scene around him began to dissolve, your image flickering like a candle in the wind.Â
The last thing he saw was your eyes before the world faded into black.
just kidding!
Azriel startles awake, eyes wide and frantic, searching through the darkness. He blinks and he realizes that itâs not completely dark, that he's in your shared room and it's warm and comforting. Moonlight trickles in, casting a soft glow on you and he feels like he can breathe again. Youâre nestled in bed beside him, turned on your side and facing him. He watches as your chest rises and falls gently, features soft and peaceful.
So different from the you he had seen moments ago and a stark contrast to the way his chest is currently rising and falling. Rapidly and uneven, driven by the hammering of his heart.
It had all been just a dream. A nightmare.
A strand of hair falls across your face, and Azrielâs eyes catch the movement of a shadow. The one that much rather prefers to be by your side than his. It peaks over its hiding spot, your hair, to face Azriel.
Though his shadows donât have eyes, he feels as if it is blinking right back at him, slowly assessing him. It gives a shudder and then, another shadow darts from the corner, stirring the rest awake. They rise from were they had been hiding and resting, rushing back to him in a heartbeat.Â
Master is safe, they whisper as they brush up against his arms and wrap around him. Before he can reign them back, some of them flutter toward you, doing the same. Masterâs mate is safe.
It was just a nightmare. You both are safe.
The cool caresses of Azrielâs shadows have you shifting slightly and they coil back as you blink your eyes open. Sorry, they whisper. Some of them retreat back into hiding in the corners, merging with the ordinary shadows of the room. The ones hovering at his side continue to whisper their reassurances, intent on calming and soothing their master.
âAz?â Your voice is heavy with sleep.
You begin to push yourself up and Azriel scoots closer to you, one of his wings draping over you to keep you in place. His hand reaches out for your face and he pulls you in close until your noses nearly touch.
Concern immediately flashes in your open and wide eyes as you must sense the lingering unease through the bond. âAre you okay?â
âYeah,â Azriel murmurs, still groggy and shaken from the remnants of his nightmare. But as he studies youâthe warmth in your gaze, the absence of the fear and despair he had seen in his dreamâhis anxiety begins to ebb. âI am now. It was just a nightmare.â
Your brows furrow in doubt, and he brushes his thumb along them, soothing the crease. Your hand then reaches for his chest, right over where his heart is still racing and your frown deepens. âAre you sure youâre okay? I can bring you some tea.â
Though his wing remains draped over you, he hooks a leg around you for added security. âIâm okay,â he reassures you, leaning in to nuzzle against your nose. When he pulls back, he can still sense your worry so he adds: âI donât need tea. I just need you.â
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No," he breathes back almost immediately.
He covers your hand on his chest with his own, feeling his heart begin to calm with each passing moment. He then brings your hand to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to your palm before resting it against his cheek. He can feel the warmth that blooms in your chest at his touch and reciprocates the feeling through the bond.
âOkay.â
âOkay,â he echoes softly. âNow, go back to sleep.â
âYou too,â you huff out, the sound of small disbelief strangely soothing to him at this moment.
Azriel grins, his tense muscles slowly easing. âYou first.â
He lets out an amused exhale as you slightly roll your eyes at him, but he can tell sleep still clings to them. After one more assessing look at him, you let out a sigh and finally, close your eyes. His gaze is tender and loving as he watches you drift back to sleep, your features softening. The grin on his face eases into a contented smile when you shift even closer, instinctively seeking his warmth.
This time, the last thing he sees before closing his eyes is your peaceful face, the lines of worry smoothed away. No trace or hint of fear or panic. Only tranquility.
And as he sinks back into the embrace of sleep, he feels relaxed and secure, knowing that the promise of another tomorrow still awaits for the both of you.
a/n: Did I get y'all? Honestly, I was going to leave this without that last scene but then I thought that was too cruel so I stayed true to the song "I just woke up from a dream." I watched this scene between Cersei & Jaime from Game of Thrones so many times to help me write this because I wanted it to give the same vibes.
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Bakhmut 800 meters from enemy positions
Cold weather, hard condition of living.But Our Brave Warriors smiling to us
God, please,save our warriors lives
#bakhmut is ukraine#bakhmut holds#ukraine#war in ukraine#ukraine under attack#russia invaded ukraine#russia is a terrorist state#save ukraine#stand with ukraine#stand together#pray for ukraine#pray for ukrainian soldiers#pray for ukrainian armed forces#war#war 2022 2023#ukrainians#unbreakable ukrainians#army#ukrainian armed forces#pet army of ukraine#bakhmut#russia must fall down#fight for motherland#fight for freedom#slava ukraini#glory to the heroes#return alive#pray for ukrainians#ukrainians on tumblr#Đ·ŃŃ
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đđđđđąđđŹ, đđđđđąđđŹ, đđđđđąđđŹ âĄ
afab/mom!reader x Price, König, Ghost, Gaz, & Soap
tags/warnings: Some angst but mostly fluff, (like, so much fluff!) Pregnancy, mention of birth. Makes more sense if you read part one first, but can easily be read as a stand alone.
word count: 6.3k
Part two of Confessing They Want A Baby
Price âĄ
As you stand at the airport gate, holding your little boy in your arms, anticipation and nervousness consume you. This is a day you have looked forward to for a long timeâthe moment John returns home from deployment. Itâs been a long and challenging journey for both of you, especially since John had to leave shortly after you gave birth to your son.
The airport is bustling with people, each lost in their own world of arrivals and departures. You scan the crowd, searching for any sign of Johnâs familiar face. Your heart skips a beat each time you see a man in uniform, but itâs never him. Doubt begins to creep in, but you quickly push it aside, reminding yourself that heâll be here soon.
Your little boy squirms in your arms, sensing your restlessness. You adjust his blanket, feeling the warmth of his tiny body against yours. His innocent eyes meet yours, and you smile, finding solace in his presence. He is a constant reminder of the love and strength that binds your little family together.
Just as youâre about to give in to panic, you spot a group of uniformed soldiers making their way towards the gate. Your heart leaps with joy, recognising the SAS emblem on their sleeves. Among them, you catch a glimpse of Johnâs familiar face, his eyes scanning the crowd.Â
âJohn!â you call out, your voice filled with relief and excitement.
He turns towards you, a wide smile breaking across his face. âDarling!â he exclaims, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and joy.
As he finally reaches you, you see the weariness in his eyes. âI missed you so much,â you say, tears welling up in your eyes as your husbandâs strong arms embrace you and your little boy.
âI missed you and our little guy too,â he replies, his voice filled with emotion.Â
You hold each other tightly, cherishing this long-awaited reunion. At this moment, time stands still as the chaos of the airport fades away. Itâs just the three of you, together again, united by love and an unbreakable bond.
âI canât believe youâre finally home,â you whisper, your voice trembling.
John pulls you even closer, his arms wrapped tightly around you and your son. âI canât believe it either,â he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of relief and disbelief. âBut I promised you, didnât I? I promised I would come back.â
You nod against his chest, the tears flowing freely now. It has been a challenging six months for both of you - the sleepless nights, the endless worry, and the long distance that separated your family. But through it all, you held on to hope, to the love that strengthened your bond. You hands your little boy over to his father, letting him hold him for the first time since he was a newbornÂ
As John cradles your son in his strong arms, you watch their interaction with a mixture of awe and tenderness. Itâs a sight youâve longed to witness, the connection between father and son. You can see the love and adoration in Johnâs eyes as he gazes down at your baby boy, his fingers gently tracing the contours of his tiny face.
The fatigue from his journey is evident, but it doesnât dampen his spirits. Johnâs smile remains unwavering as he looks up at you, his voice filled with gratitude. âThank you for taking care of our little man while I was away,â he says, his voice filled with emotion. âYouâve done an amazing job, love.â
Tears stream down your face as you watch the two most important people in your life bond in this precious moment. You canât help but feel a sense of overwhelming joy and relief. The weight of the past months slowly lifts from your shoulders, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and happiness.
âHe is so wonderful, John,â you say, your voice filled with awe. âHeâs grown so much since you last saw him.â
Johnâs eyes well up with tears as he continues to hold your son. âHe has, I canât believe how much Iâve missed,â he admits, his voice choked with emotion. âBut I promise, Iâll make up for lost time.â
You smile, feeling the warmth of his words. âWe are just happy to have you back again,â you assure him.Â
John looks at you, his eyes filled with determination. âIâm not going away again, love, Iâm retiring from fieldwork, I should have done that a long time ago, should have done that when we married,â he says, his voice filled with determination and relief. âI want to be here with you and our boy, to build a life together that weâve always dreamed of.âÂ
Tears of joy fill your eyes as you embrace this news. The thought of having John by your side, no longer having to endure the hardships and uncertainties of deployment, fills your heart with an indescribable sense of happiness and peace.
âI couldnât be happier to hear that,â you say, your voice filled with emotion. âGod, John, Iâve missed you so much.â
John smiles, as he transfers your son back into your arms, a soft and tender smile that shows how much he longed for this moment as well. His strong, protective arms sneaking around you and your boy, holding you both close. âIâve missed you both more than words can express,â he whispers, his voice filled with love.
As you leave the airport, the weight of the past months begins to lift. With your baby boy in your arms and John by your side, you walk towards a new chapter, grateful for the strength and resilience that has brought you here.
König âĄ
You let out a tired groan as you stare into the fridge. Itâs 2:43 at night and you canât sleep. Youâre feeling hot and uncomfortable, and now youâre also hungry.Â
Youâre so done with being pregnant, having to waddle around like a penguin, your feet and back always hurting, your ankles constantly swollen, and not being able to see your own feet anymore. The weight gain feels like a burden you canât escape, and you yearn for the days when you could move freely and comfortably and you still have two months left of this, despite looking like you could pop any minute.Â
Youâre pretty sure youâre already the same size as your colleague was at full term, but you also have two in there, and it doesnât really help either that the father of your babies is a bloody mountain of a man.Â
Youâre always tired, and if youâre not tired then youâre hungry. König is taking good care of you though, making sure you have everything you need and indulging your cravings whenever possible. Heâs been incredibly supportive throughout the pregnancy, always reminding you how beautiful you are and assuring you that he loves every inch of you, baby bump included.Â
But none of that is really able to comfort you at this moment. You are so looking forward to finally meeting your little ones, and having all this pregnancy stuff be over with, but having to go through this for two more months seems like an eternity. You are so tired and you hate that you donât feel like yourself. Your hormones are all over the place and you find yourself constantly on edge. The smallest things can set off a wave of emotions, leaving you in tears one moment and irritated the next. Itâs frustrating, knowing that you canât control these sudden shifts in mood, and you canât help but feel like a stranger in your own body.Â
There is nothing in the fridge that seems appetising to you, despite it being well stocked, and you feel how tears are beginning to well up in your eyes. The overwhelming mix of exhaustion, discomfort, and hunger is getting the best of you. Youâre just about to let out a measly sob but instead you let out a surprised shriek as a pair of big, strong arms sneak around your body. The shriek turns into a relieved sigh as Königs big palms settle at the underside of your belly, gently lifting up your heavy bump. You instantly feel the relief in your sore back.  Â
Königâs deep voice whispers soothingly in your ear. âI woke up and you werenât in bed. Are you okay?âÂ
You lean back into Königâs embrace, grateful for his strong presence, both physically and emotionally. âI just couldnât sleep,â you mutter, trying to mask the maelstrom of feelings youâre having, but failing, your voice shaking with emotion.Â
âYou could have woken me,â he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You can feel his warmth behind you, his calming presence bringing a sense of comfort to your tired body.
âI didnât want to disturb you,â you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. âYou need rest too.â
Königâs hands continue to support your belly, his touch gentle yet firm. âSchatz, you are carrying our children,â he reminds you, his voice full of love and adoration. âYour well-being is my top priority.â
Tears blur your vision as his words wash over you, and you find yourself choked up with gratitude for this man who has been your rock throughout this pregnancy. Heâs gone above and beyond to make sure you feel loved and cared for, even when the weight of it all feels overwhelming.
With a small sigh, you turn your body around to face him, resting your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against your cheek. He holds you tighter, but still being careful of your bump as he leans down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.
âIâm just so tired,â you admit, your voice trembling with exhaustion. âI feel so exhausted and uncomfortable all the time. I miss feeling like myself, and Iâm tired of being so emotional. I just want this pregnancy to be over.â
König rubs circles on your back, his touch providing a soothing rhythm. âI understand,â he murmurs, his words filled with empathy. âBut remember, meine Liebe, youâre growing two beautiful lives within you. Your strength is immeasurable. And when they are finally here, all of this will be worth it.âÂ
âYeah, it will,â you agree. Despite all the tears, sleepless nights and sore muscles, it really is going to be worth it in the end. You take a deep breath, trying to gather yourself. âI just... I donât feel like myself anymore,â you whisper, your voice breaking slightly. âEverything feels so different. I know itâs for a good cause, but stillâŠâ
Königâs arms tighten around you, providing a sense of security. âI know itâs been tough for you,â he says softly, his voice filled with understanding. âBut please remember that you can always talk to me.â
He wipes away a stray tear from your cheek and leans down to place another gentle kiss on your forehead. âI may not fully understand what youâre going through, but I will always be here to listen and support you,â he assures, his voice filled with love and reassurance. Â
You are just about to answer him when youâre cut off by the beeps of the open fridge behind you. König releases his hold on you to push the fridge door close but his arms find you again as soon as the door shuts.Â
âWe donât have any food, by the way,â you murmur into the soft cotton of his t-shirt.Â
König chuckles softly, his deep voice rumbling against your cheek. âI donât know if thatâs really true, Schatz.âÂ
âWell, we donât have the right food,â you retort, letting out a small sigh. Königâs arms tighten around you, bringing you closer to him.Â
âWould ice cream be the right kind of food right now?â
âIt would, but we donât have any,â you sigh, nuzzling yourself into his broad chest.Â
âYes, we do,â he hums. âI bought some more yesterday.âÂ
Your eyes widen in surprise as you look up at him, a mixture of disbelief and delight washing over you. âReally?â you ask, a glimmer of hope in your voice.Â
âYeah,â he chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. âI knew youâd crave it sooner or later, so I stocked up.â You canât help but smile at his thoughtfulness as König releases you from his embrace and walks over to the freezer, rummaging around before emerging with a tub of your favourite ice cream flavour.
He returns to you, a triumphant smile on his face, and hands you the tub of ice cream along with a spoon. You canât help but let out a small laugh, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you.Â
âThank you, König,â you say sincerely, taking the tub of ice cream from him. âYou always know how to make things better.â
He smiles warmly, his eyes filled with love and adoration. âItâs the least I can do, my love,â he replies, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your temple. âSeeing you happy and comforted is all I want.â
You waddle into the living room and settle back into the sofa, snuggled close into Königâs side, and as you take your first bite of ice cream, snuggled up against the giant man beside you, you can feel the stress and exhaustion slowly melting away, as you rest your head on his broad shoulder..Â
As you continue to eat, König wraps his arms around you, his presence providing a comforting stability. The two of you chat softly, sharing light-hearted moments and making plans for the future. It feels like a respite from the weight of the pregnancy, and you find yourself able to let go, even just for a little while.
Youâre so grateful for this moment of solace and for the unwavering support König has shown you throughout the pregnancy. Together, you finish the tub of ice cream, savouring every last bite. As you place the empty container aside, König pulls you closer, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.
âThank you for being there for me,â you whisper, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.
He presses a gentle kiss to your temple, his voice filled with love and tenderness. âAlways, meine Liebe. Always.â
Ghost âĄ
As you sit in the car, your heart swells with a mix of emotions. The exhaustion from giving birth to your beautiful baby girl still lingers, but so does the overwhelming joy and love that fills every inch of your being. Next to you, Simon grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he slowly drives the car forward at a much slower pace than the speed limit. The weight of responsibility rests heavily on his shoulders, and you can see the mixture of excitement and nervousness in his brown eyes.
You canât help but smile as you look at him, his blond hair tousled and his strong jawline set with determination. You reach over and place your hand on his, intertwining your fingers. âWeâre really parents now,â you say softly, the reality of it sinking in.Â
Simon glances at you, his lips curling into a tender smile. âYeah, we are,â he replies, his voice filled with both awe and disbelief. âI canât believe sheâs ours.â
âI can, she looks so much like you,â you say with a soft smile on your lips, constantly stealing glances at the tiny bundle of joy in the rearview mirror, marvelling at her delicate features.
As the car moves along the familiar streets towards home, you canât help but notice how the people outside are going about their daily routine, seemingly completely oblivious to the life-altering event that has just taken place in your little world. The inside of the car being your own little cocoon of love. You canât help but reflect on the journey that brought you here. From the moment you found out you were pregnant and telling Simon, to the hours of labour and delivery, itâs been a whirlwind of emotions and anticipation. And now, youâre finally taking your little girl home, to start a new chapter of your lives together. Â
As you pull into the driveway, Simon turns off the engine and looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. He unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches over to unbuckle yours, his touch gentle yet reassuring. âAre you okay?â he asks softly, his worry evident in his voice.
You smile gratefully at him, nodding your head. âIâm tired, but Iâm okay,â you reply honestly. âJust a little sore and adjusting to everything.â
Simon nods understandingly, his thumb gently brushing over your cheekbone. âYou were amazing,â he whispers, his voice filled with admiration. âIâm so proud of you.â
Tears well up in your eyes at his words, overwhelmed by the love and support he continues to provide. Becoming parents had not been planned, but it was the best surprise life had thrown at you. Â
Simon opens the car door and steps out, walking around the car and opening your door, extending his hand to help you out as well. As you step onto the pavement, you take a moment to soak in the warmth of the sun and the scent of blooming flowers in the air. It really feels like a perfect day to bring your little girl home.Â
Together, you make your way to the backseat. In the car seat lies your beautiful baby girl, fast asleep with tiny, peaceful breaths. You canât help but marvel at her, feeling a newfound sense of protectiveness and love wash over you.
With carefully coordinated movements, you lift your daughter into your arms, cradling her close to your chest. Simon stands beside you, his hand resting on your back as you both walk towards the front door.
Inside the house, youâre greeted by an excited bark as Riley, your furry family member, rushes to see the new addition to the pack. Simon gently scoops up your baby girl, cradling her in his arms, and introduces her to her four-legged sibling, making sure that Riley doesnât lick or touch the baby, despite seemingly being very eager to do so. You watch with a mixture of love and pride as Simon gently guides Rileyâs sniffs and licks away from your precious bundle, ensuring both the safety of your newborn and the happiness of the overjoyed German Shepherd.Â
As the introductions between Riley and your baby girl continue, you take a moment to admire the scene before you. The bond between Simon and Riley is undeniable, and seeing them both showering your daughter with love fills your heart with warmth. You can already tell that they will be inseparable companions as she grows up.
As the initial excitement settles down, and your little girl has been changed and fed, you make your way to the nursery, where everything has been prepared with utmost care and love. Soft pastel colours adorn the walls, and a cosy rocking chair sits in the corner, ready to cradle you and your little one during those late-night feedings. Simon follows you quietly, his eyes still filled with awe and disbelief.
Gently, you settle your baby girl into the crib, ensuring she is comfortable and at ease. Simon watches every movement, his expression a mix of tenderness and protectiveness. Simon wraps his arms around you from behind, his warmth and presence offering you solace and support, and together, you stand beside the crib, gazing down at your sleeping angel. âWe created something beautiful, didnât we?â he whispers into your ear, his deep voice filled with awe and wonder.
Tears of overwhelming happiness escape from your eyes as you look at the little sleeping girl. âYes, we did,â you reply, your voice barely a whisper.
Simon gently rests his chin on top of your head, his grip on you tightening slightly. âI never thought I would have this,â he confesses, his voice filled with sincerity. âI never thought I could deserve something so precious.â
You turn around in his embrace, tears streaming down your cheeks, and look into his eyes, filled with love and gratitude. âSimon, you deserve everything,â you say softly, your voice filled with emotion. Â
Simonâs eyes well up with tears as well, and he presses his forehead against yours, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. âI love you,â he whispers, his voice filled with so much love it almost takes your breath away. âAnd I will spend the rest of my life making sure you both know how loved and cherished you are.â
You lean in and capture his lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss, sealing your love and commitment to each other and to your little family. In that moment, as your lips meet and the world fades away, you know that everything will be alright. As you break the kiss, you rest your forehead against Simonâs chest, relishing in the closeness and connection you share. âI love you too,â you whisper, your voice filled with an unwavering certainty.Â
âThank you for having given me this, sweetheart,â Simon whispers, his voice choked with emotion.
You look up at Simon, a soft smile playing on your lips. âYouâre welcome,â you say sincerely. âI couldnât wish for a better man to do this with.â
Simon pulls you into a tighter embrace. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. âI wouldnât have wanted to go on this journey with anyone else,â he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. You close your eyes, resting your head against his chest again, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. Â
As you stand there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, the room fills with a peaceful silence. The sound of your babyâs gentle breaths lulls you into a state of tranquillity, and you canât help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment and gratitude for everything that has brought you to this moment.
With a newfound sense of peace, you both turn your attention back to your daughter, who is still sleeping soundly in her crib. The room is filled with a serene calmness, and you canât help but marvel at the little miracle that is your daughter, and the love you and Simon share.
Gaz âĄ
âBabe!â your voice echoes through the flat. âBabe, quick, quick, come!âÂ
âWhat, what! Is everything okay!?â Kyle comes running into the living room, his eyes blown wide as he looks at you with a worried expression. He has always been a little overprotective when it comes to you, but it has reached a whole new level after you found out you were pregnant.Â
Now, at a little over four months, you have started to show, not by a whole lot but enough for you to finally look pregnant, which only has made Kyleâs protective instincts kick into even higher gear, he wonât even let you carry your own purse when you walk up the stairs to your flat anymore, you canât even imagine how heâll be when you enter your third trimester, but you know that he only means well, and you do find it cute how much he worries about you and the baby. He is so excited to be a dad and you love seeing him embrace this new role.Â
You canât believe that it was only a year ago he accidentally confessed that he wanted to have a family with you, and last week you found out that youâre having a little baby boy. The sonogram of your little bean now hangs on the fridge and you have caught Kyle looking at them with a mixture of awe and anticipation many times throughout the past week. It warms your heart to see the love and excitement radiating from him whenever he catches a glimpse of those sonograms.
But now, as you beckon him urgently, his worry is etched all over his face. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart before speaking. âHe kicked!â you exclaim, your voice filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief. Both your hands placed at your slightly protruding belly you look up at him with teary eyes and a smile threatening to split your face in half .Â
Kyleâs worried expression instantly turns into one of sheer amazement. He takes a step closer to you, his hand trembling as he reaches out to touch your belly.
âHe kicked?â Kyle repeats, his voice filled with awe.
You nod, your own excitement beginning to overflow. âYes, just now! It was like a little flutter, but it was definitely a kick!â you confirm, feeling another surge of emotion welling up inside you. This moment, this connection with your baby, itâs everything youâve been waiting for. âOur little guy is definitely making his presence known.â
Kyleâs eyes well up with tears as he gently rests his hand on your belly. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, his voice filled with overwhelming joy. âThatâs our boy, already letting us know heâs here. I canât believe it.â
You wrap your arms around Kyle, feeling a surge of happiness flowing through both of you. Itâs a moment youâve been eagerly awaiting, the first tangible connection with your unborn child. The months leading up to this point have been filled with anticipation and wonder, and now, with this simple kick, it feels like everything is falling into place.
As you both stand there, basking in the joy of the moment, you canât help but reflect on how far youâve come. From that accidental confession a year ago to now experiencing the first movements of your baby, it feels like such a beautiful journey of love and growth that is just about to grow even deeper.
âHeâs going to be so loved, Kyle,â you say softly, your voice filled with tenderness as you look deeply into his eyes. âAnd heâs going to have the best dad in the world.â
Kyleâs face lights up with a mix of emotions - pride, happiness, and a touch of nervousness. âI hope I can live up to that,â he admits, his voice tinged with humility. âBut I promise you, I will always strive to be the best father I can be. Our little boy will never doubt how much he is loved.â
You lean in closer, brushing your lips against his in a gentle kiss. âI have no doubt about that,â you whisper, feeling overwhelmed with love for both Kyle and the baby growing inside you.
Kyle chuckles as you break the kiss, a mixture of pride and adoration shining in his eyes. âAnd heâs going to have the most amazing mom, someone who will love and protect him every step of the way.â
With a smile, you rest your hand on top of Kyleâs, pressing it gently against your belly. âWe created this little miracle together,â you say, your voice filled with awe. âAnd now, we get to watch him grow and I canât wait to witness the beautiful person he will become.â
Kyleâs eyes never leave your face as he listens to your words. âI canât wait either, thank you so much for giving me this, Iâm so grateful for you,â he says sincerely, his voice laced with emotion.
You are just about to open your mouth to answer him, to tell him how grateful you are to have him, but you stop up your eyes widening with surprise, Kyleâs beautiful mahogany eyes mirroring yours. Your little boy just kicked again, this time even stronger than before and his tiny foot had aligned perfectly with where Kyleâs palm is resting against your tummy.  Â
You both gasp in amazement, feeling the undeniable connection between you two and your son. Itâs as if your souls have already intertwined, creating a bond that will last a lifetime. Tears stream down your face as you witness the look on Kyleâs face as he feels his baby move for the first time, overwhelmed with emotions you canât quite put into words.
A mixture of awe and disbelief radiates from Kyleâs expression as he looks down at your belly, feeling the strength of your sonâs kick against his hand. âDid he just..?â he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder and excitement.
You nod, tears of joy streaming down your face. âYeah, he did,â you reply, your voice trembling with emotion. âI think our little boy wanted to say hi to his daddy,â you sniffle.
A radiant smile spreads across Kyleâs face, his love and amazement shining in his eyes. âIs that right, buddy?â he says, his voice full of affection. âYouâre already showing us how strong and determined you are. Weâre so proud of you, little one.â
He kneels down in front of you, placing gentle kisses on your belly. He whispers sweet words to his unborn son, promising to be the best dad he can be and vowing to protect him with all his might. Itâs a beautiful sight, and it makes your love for him grow even stronger.
In this moment, you know that the love between you and Kyle will only continue to grow, nurtured by the beautiful bond you are forming with your unborn child. And as you stand there, you canât help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible journey you are embarking on as parents.Â
Soap âĄ
You stand at the threshold of the living room, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you take in the heartwarming scene before you. The last sunlight of the day spills through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room, and there, on the middle of the carpet stands Johnny, tenderly cradling your precious little two-month-old daughter in his strong arms.Â
You watch as Johnny softly hums a lullaby, his voice soothing and comforting as he gently sways back and forth. Your daughter, oblivious to the world around her, nestles contently against his broad chest, her tiny fingers curling around his shirt.
Mesmerised by the enchanting sight, you lean against the doorway, your heart swelling with an indescribable joy. You drink in every detail, the way your boyfriendâs eyes sparkle with adoration as he gazes upon the tiny being in his arms, the way his fingers carefully trace the delicate features of her tiny face.
The warmth in your heart fills your entire being as you witness the immense love and adoration Johnny has for your little girl. Itâs a sight that makes you realise just how lucky you are to have him by your side. The way he handles her with such care and tenderness reassures you that your daughter is safe and thriving, and that you chose the best man in the world to be the father of your child.Â
The three of you are staying at Johnnyâs parents house for the night. There had been a big family gathering earlier in the day, but now the last guests have left. Only you, your daughter, Johnny and his parents are left in the house, but the joyful atmosphere from the gathering lingers in the air, still infused with laughter and love. It had been the first time that a lot of Johnnyâs extended family had met your daughter, and the love and excitement they had showered upon her had made your heart swell with gratitude.Â
Johnny had been so proud as he introduced his daughter to everyone, beaming with pride as he showed off her tiny fingers and button nose.Â
Johnnyâs nephews, who have seen her multiple times before, absolutely loves her, already wanting to play with her, and showering her with affection. Noah and Oliver had taken turns holding her, their joyful laughter filling the room as they interacted with the newest member of their family. Even little Alfie, at only a year and half, had been curious about her, clearly intrigued by seeing a human even smaller than himself. It was truly adorable, and you and Hannah, Johnnyâs sister in law, had laughed heartily at their interactions.    Â
As you stand there in the doorway, taking in the beautiful moment between Johnny and your daughter, you feel a warmth in your heart that is unmatched. Itâs moments like these that make you appreciate just how fortunate you are to have Johnny by your side.
Suddenly, you hear a soft rustling sound, and you turn your head to see Johnnyâs mother, Teresa, quietly walks up next to you. The smile on her face mirrors your own as she watches her son bonding with his little girl. She gently places a hand on your arm.
âIsnât it just incredible?â she whispers, her voice filled with awe and joy. âShe is so wonderful. You must be so proud, my dear.â
You meet Teresaâs eyes, feeling a lump forming in your throat. The love and admiration that shines in her gaze mirrors your own feelings. âI am,â you reply, your voice barely a whisper. âI know Iâm biassed as her mother, but she really is the most wonderful little girl in the world. And I truly couldnât have asked for a better father for her. Johnny has been so amazing.â
Teresa nods, her hand tightening ever so slightly on your arm as she looks back at Johnny, a proud and tender smile gracing her lips. âHeâs always had a big heart, but seeing him with his own child... itâs something truly special.â
You both watch in comfortable silence as Johnny continues to sway and hum, apparently unaware that he has an audience, the room fills with the enchanting melody. The love in the air is palpable, and you canât help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for this precious moment. Taking a deep breath, you turn to Teresa and speak softly, âThank you for raising such an incredible son. I really couldnât have asked for a better family to become a part of.â
Teresaâs eyes well up with tears, and she pulls you into a warm embrace. Her voice is filled with emotion as she whispers, âNo, my dear, thank you. Thank you for bringing so much happiness into Johnnyâs life, and ours. You are truly a blessing, dear.â
You hold each other for a moment, basking in the love that surrounds your little family. As you break away from the embrace, you glance back at Johnny, still lost in the world of fatherhood with your sleeping daughter in his arms.
As the late evening sets in, and you and Johnny have bid his parents goodnight, you retreat to the guest room. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light on the room, creating a cosy atmosphere. You gently lay your daughter down in her travel crib, careful not to wake her from her peaceful slumber. Johnny, still beaming with love and adoration, watches the two of you with a tender smile.
Once your daughter is settled, and you and Johnny have changed and brushed your teeth, you climb into bed, snuggling close to each other.
As you lay there, Johnny reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours. He leans in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. âI love you,â he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of affection and gratitude. You smile, feeling the same emotions swell within your heart.
âI love you too,â you reply, your voice filled with tenderness. âAnd I love our little girl.â
Johnny pulls you closer, his embrace comforting and reassuring. âI couldnât ask for anything more,â he says, his voice sincere. âEveryone really loves her, huh?â
You nod with a smile, the room filled with a gentle warmth. âYes, everyone adores her. They have good taste.â
Johnny chuckles softly, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy. âWell, who can blame them? She is truly something special.â He brushes his thumb against the back of your hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. âI never thought I would get her back from Maighread,â he chuckles, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and adoration. You laugh softly, recalling how Johnnyâs aunt had playfully refused to give your daughter back after holding her for the first time, claiming that she was too sweet not to keep.Â
âI have to say, Iâm glad she finally handed her over,â you tease, playfully nudging Johnnyâs side.Â
He grins, his eyes twinkling mischievously. âYeah, she put up quite the fight. But I prevailed in the end.â
You both share a moment of lighthearted laughter before the atmosphere turns more tender. Johnnyâs expression softens as he gazes into your eyes, his voice filled with unspoken love. âIâm so grateful for you, and for our daughter. I never knew I could feel this much happiness.â
You reach up and gently cup Johnnyâs cheek, your touch conveying all the love and gratitude that fills your heart. âI feel the same way,â you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity. âHaving you, and our little girl, has brought so much joy and meaning into my life. I couldnât imagine it any other way.â
Johnnyâs eyes shimmer with unshed tears, his voice cracking with emotion. âI promise to always be there for you both, to protect and love you with everything I have. You two are my entire world.â
Tears well up in your own eyes as you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to Johnnyâs lips. The air is filled with an electric mix of love, contentment, and a promise for a future filled with happiness. As you lay there, wrapped in each otherâs embrace, you silently savour the moment, knowing that this love, this bond, is something truly extraordinary. You drift off to sleep, grateful for the blessing of having each other and excited for all the beautiful moments that lie ahead for your little family.
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You got hurt on a mission ft. levi ackerman
a/n: today is my birthday youpi ! officially 8teen!
How your husband, Levi, react when youâre injured.
At first, Levi's expression would be carefully neutral, that trademark stoic mask firmly in place.
But those steel-grey eyes would instantly zero in on your injuries with laserlike intensity, cataloging every wound and judging their severity.
He'd immediately bark out a curt order for you to sit and not move while he gathered medical supplies.
That brusque tone would betray no hints of the internal turmoil and fear swirling inside seeing you bloodied and hurt.
As Levi tended to cleaning and dressing your wounds, his usual crass remarks and gruff manner would be completely abandoned.
Instead, his movements would be uncharacteristically gentle, deft fingers working with a delicate meticulousness you'd never seen before.
Not a single word would pass his lips the entire time.
Just a hyper-focused furrow of his brows and the occasional flicker of his jaw clenching hard enough you'd worry for his teeth.
The only sounds would be your soft inhales of breath whenever the antiseptic solution stung a bit.
Once the last bandage was taped down, Levi would sit back on his heels for a long moment, head bowed.
You'd be just about to open your mouth and try to reassure him when he'd suddenly surge forward without warning.
His powerful arms would engulf you in a grip just shy of painfully constricting.
Levi would haul you flush against his body, face buried in the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he pulled in great shuddering breaths.
You'd feel the slightest tremor race through him - the only hint at the profound fear he'd been grappling with at nearly losing you.
His voice, when it finally emerged, would be low and gritty with restrained emotion.
"Don't you ever...put me through that hell again, brat. You hear me?"
The reprimand would lack any real bite, more of a broken rasp muffled against your skin.
Then Levi would simply stay there, arms an unbreakable vise around you, shielding and anchoring you in the safety of his ironclad strength.
He'd rock you both in a subconscious soothing cadence, one hand cupping the back of your head protectively.
For once, the fearsome soldier would entirely let his guard down - allowing himself to temporarily succumb to vulnerability in your presence.
No arduous frontiers to map or battlelines to fortify in these precious moments after nearly losing you.
Only when you finally began drifting in a lulled, half-conscious state would Levi gather you up with reverent care.
He'd tuck you securely into your shared quarters, standing inscrutable vigil over your resting form like an immovable sentinel until the last vestiges of his internal tempest settled.
And tucked amid that steely regard would be one tiny glimmer of raw adoration and tenderness he only ever allowed you to witness.
A fleeting acknowledgment of the cherished nature of your presence having returned safely into his world once more - source of his singular, most profound devotion.
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Today is Erev Yom Ha'Shoah (Eve of Holocaust Memorial Day) in Israel. It will be observed by Jews outside of Israel, too.
The Hebrew date was chosen to honor the outbreak of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. It's also a week before Erev Yom Ha'Zikaron Le'Chalalei Ma'archot Yisrael (Eve of Israel's Memorial Day for its Fallen Soldiers and Terror Victims), which is itself observed a day before Yom Ha'Atzmaut Le'Yisrael (Israel's Independence Day). A lot of people have remarked on the connection between the three dates. On Yom Ha'Atzmaut, we celebrate our independence, which allows us to determine our own fate, and defend ourselves without being dependent on anyone else, right after we remember the price in human life that we have paid and continue to pay for this independence, and a week before we mourn the price we've had to pay for not getting to have self defence during the Holocaust. NEVER FORGET that in one Nazi shooting pit alone (out of almost two thousand) during just 2 days (Erev Yom Kippur and Yom Kippur 1941), more Jewish men, women and kids were slaughtered than in the 77 years since Israel's Independence War was started by the Arabs. This unbreakable connection between the living and the dead, between our joy and our grief, is often addressed with the Hebrew phrase, ŚŚŚŚȘŚ ŚŠŚŚŚ ŚŚ Ś ŚŚȘ ŚŚŚŚŚ, "With their death, they ordered us to live."
On this Erev Yom Ha'Shoah, I'd like to share with you some data, published on Thursday by Israel's Central Bureau for Statistics (source in Hebrew).
The number of Jews worldwide is 15.7 million, still lower than it was in 1939, before the Holocaust, 85 years ago (that is what a genocide looks like demographically).
7.1 million Jews live in Israel (45% of world Jewry) 6.3 million Jews live in the US (40% of world Jewry)
Here's the data for the top 9 Jewish communities in the world:
There are about 133,000 Holocaust survivors currently living in Israel. Most (80%) live in big cities in central Israel. Around 1,500 are still evacuated from their homes in northern and southern Israel due to the war (back in January, on International Holocaust Remembrance Day, there was a report about 1,894 survivors who also became internal refugees due to the war. Source in Hebrew). One Holocaust survivor, 86 years old Shlomo Mansour, is still held hostage in Gaza. He survived the Farhud in Iraq.
I haven't seen any official number for how many survivors had been slaughtered as a part of Hamas' massacre, despite everyone here being aware that Holocaust survivors had been murdered on Oct 7, such as 91 years old Moshe Ridler. Maybe, as we're still discovering that some people thought to have been kidnapped during the massacre, were actually killed on that day, no one wants to give a "final" number while Shlomo has not yet been returned alive.
Out of all Israeli Holocaust survivors, 61.1% were born in Europe (35.8% in the countries of the former Soviet Union, 10.8% in Romania, 4.9% in Poland, 2.9% in Bulgaria, 1.5% in Germany and Austria, 1.3% in Hungary, 4.2% in the rest of Europe), 36.6% were born in Asia or Africa (16.5% in Morocco, 10.9% in Iraq, 4% in Tunisia, 2.6% in Libya, 2.1% in Algeria, 0.5% in other Asian and African countries) and 2.3% were born elsewhere.
Out of all Holocaust survivors in Israel, 6.2% managed to make it here before the establishment of the state, despite the British Mandate's immigration policy against it (up until May 13, 1948). 30.5% made it to Israel during its very first years (May 14, 1948 until 1951), another 29.8% arrived in the following decades (1952-1989), and 33.5% made Aliyah once the Soviet Union collapsed, and Jewish immigration to the west (which included Israel) was no longer prohibited by the Soviet regimes (1990 on).
The second biggest community of survivors in the world is in the US, the third biggest (but second biggest relative to the size of the population) is in Australia. I heard from many Holocaust survivors who chose to immigrate there that they wanted to get "as physically far away from Europe as possible."
For a few years now, there's been this project in Israel, called Maalim Zikaron, ŚŚąŚŚŚ ŚŚŚŚšŚŚ (uploading memory. Here's the project's site in Hebrew. In English it's called Sharing Memories, and here's the English version of the site) where Israeli celebs are asked to meet up with a Holocaust survivor (it's done in Hebrew), and share the survivor's story and the meeting on their social media on Erev Yom Ha'Shoah (which is today). Each year, there's also one non-Israeli Jewish celeb asked to participate (in English. This time around it's Michael Rapaport, he's meeting Aliza, an 81 years old survivor from the Netherlands, who was hidden along with 9 other Jewish babies for two years. He uploaded a preview of his meeting with her here, where he asked her what it means to her to be a Jew, and from what I understand, he will upload more today to the same IG account). This year, there will be an emphasis on Holocaust survivors who also survived Oct 7 (with 6 of the 20 participating survivors having survived Hamas as well). Here's a small bit from an interview with one such survivor, 90 years old Daniel Luz from kibbutz Be'eri:
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MCU Characters x Fem!Reader (Part.1)
They react to your outfit for your date with them (Part.1)
As you step out for a much-anticipated date night, your partner reacts with their unique blend of admiration and protectiveness, captivated by your stunning appearance.
Characters: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Thor, Loki & T'Challa
Tony Stark (Iron Man)
- Tony's eyes widen the moment you step into the room, his witty remark momentarily caught in his throat. For once, he's speechless. It's a rare sight to see him without his usual smirk, and you can't help but grin at his reaction. "Wow... just wow," he finally manages, his gaze scanning you from head to toe. He's used to being the one to impress, but tonight, you're stealing all the attention, and he loves every second of it.
- As you twirl in front of him, the soft fabric of your dress catching the light, Tony steps closer, adjusting the cufflinks on his suit as if trying to match your perfection. "You know, I always knew you were out of my league," he quips, though there's a sincere awe behind his words. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body through the tailored suit.
- "How am I supposed to focus on dinner when I have this sitting across from me?" he teases, his voice lowering to that playful, flirty tone that makes your heart skip. His fingers trace lightly along your back, the intimate touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Maybe we should skip the reservation altogether," Tony suggests with a grin that tells you he's only half-joking.
- Despite his playful nature, there's a tenderness in the way he looks at you, his usual bravado replaced by something softer. Tony Stark, the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist, is totally smitten. "Letâs make this night one for the books, shall we?" he says, offering his arm with a rare sincerity that makes you feel like the only person in his universe.
Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier)
- Buckyâs not the type to show his emotions easily, but the way his jaw tightens when he sees you walk into the room speaks volumes. His blue eyes darken, tracking every movement as if heâs committing the sight of you to memory. "You look..." His voice trails off, and for a moment, he just stares, like heâs trying to find the right words but canât. When he finally speaks, itâs almost shy. "...Incredible."
- He shifts awkwardly in his spot, his metal arm twitching slightly, a nervous habit heâs never quite shaken. Despite his quiet demeanor, thereâs something fierce in the way he looks at you, like heâs still in disbelief that someone like you could be with someone like him. "I shouldâve worn something nicer," he mutters, glancing down at his black jacket. You quickly reassure him with a smile, and he exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit.
- As the two of you prepare to leave, Bucky steps closer, his hand hesitantly brushing your arm before resting on your waist. His touch is gentle, but you can feel the strength behind it, the contrast between his flesh hand and the cold metal one. He leans in, his voice soft, "You make it real hard to focus on anything but you."
- He may not be as smooth with words as some, but the way Bucky looks at you says everything he struggles to express. You catch the small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his lipsâone thatâs just for you. He holds the door open, his protective instinct kicking in even though this is supposed to be a simple night out. But you know, with Bucky, every moment feels like it's filled with unspoken emotions, deep and unbreakable.
Steve Rogers (Captain America)
- Steveâs eyes light up the second you enter the room, his usual composed, all-American charm faltering just a little as he takes in your appearance. "Wow," he breathes, his voice soft but filled with admiration. He steps toward you, ever the gentleman, offering a hand to help you down the last few steps, even though you donât really need it. "You look stunning," he says, his smile warm and genuine, the kind that makes your heart flutter every time.
- Thereâs an innocence to the way Steve reactsâlike heâs seeing something truly beautiful for the first time, even though youâve been together for a while. He straightens his jacket, a small flush creeping up his neck as if heâs the one trying to impress you, not the other way around. "I feel like I shouldâve dressed up more," he jokes lightly, though his eyes donât leave yours for a second.
- As he wraps an arm around your waist, you can feel the strength in his hold, reassuring and gentle all at once. Steve leans down to place a soft kiss on your temple, his breath warm against your skin. "Iâm the luckiest guy in the world," he murmurs, his voice sincere in a way that only Steve Rogers can manage. He never takes you for grantedânot for a second.
- Throughout the night, Steve canât seem to stop glancing at you, as though he still canât believe he gets to call you his. Even when he pulls out your chair at the restaurant or holds your hand during the walk back, thereâs a quiet reverence in everything he does. "You deserve the best," he tells you, his blue eyes shining with love and respect. And you know, with Steve, heâll always mean it.
Sam Wilson (Falcon/Captain America)
- The second Sam sees you, a wide grin spreads across his face, his usual playful confidence shining through. "Okay, hold up," he says, his voice filled with admiration as he gives you a once-over. "I didnât think it was possible, but you just raised the bar." His gaze is warm, appreciative, and you canât help but laugh as he walks over, his swagger evident in every step.
- "You trying to make me look bad?" Sam teases, though you can tell by the way heâs looking at you that heâs completely smitten. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm before pulling you in for a quick spin. "Damn, you look good. Like, really good." Thereâs no holding back with Samâheâs always been the type to say exactly whatâs on his mind, and right now, all heâs thinking about is how incredible you look.
- As you walk together to the car, Sam keeps sneaking glances at you, his smile never fading. He opens the door for you with a dramatic flourish, ever the showman. "You sure weâre going to the right place? âCause I feel like I should be taking you to the red carpet or something," he quips, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
- During the date, Sam is the perfect mix of fun and affectionate, cracking jokes to make you laugh while also finding moments to be sweet. At one point, he leans in close, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "I know I joke around a lot, but... Iâm really lucky to have you. You know that, right?" The sincerity in his words catches you off guard, but itâs moments like these that remind you why you fell for him in the first place. Sam Wilson may be all charm and wit, but when it comes to you, his heart is all in.
Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange)
- Stephenâs reaction is subtle but telling. His sharp eyes flick over to you the moment you enter the Sanctum, widening slightly as they trail down the length of your figure. He doesnât speak right away, and you know youâve caught him off guardâwhich, for someone like Stephen Strange, is no small feat. "You certainly know how to make an entrance," he says at last, his voice smooth, but thereâs a softness in it that surprises you.
- He steps closer, his robes shifting gracefully as he reaches out, fingers lightly grazing your arm. "You look... otherworldly," he remarks, his usual confidence tempered with a kind of reverence, like heâs seeing something magicalâsomething he didnât conjure himself. Stephen has seen countless dimensions and mystical beings, but thereâs something in the way heâs looking at you now that feels entirely human. His fingers linger, tracing the fabric of your dress, as if he's studying every detail with the same intensity he reserves for spells.
- "We might not need a portal tonight," he quips, a rare hint of humor in his voice, "because Iâm not sure I want anyone else in this universe to see you like this." Itâs half a joke, but thereâs a protective edge beneath his words. For a moment, the Sorcerer Supreme isnât thinking about the mystical realms or ancient threatsâheâs just a man in awe of the person standing before him.
- Throughout the night, you catch him stealing glances at you when he thinks youâre not looking. Thereâs something grounded about Stephen tonight, a rare vulnerability. And when he slips his hand into yours as you walk through the city, itâs without pretenseâjust pure, quiet affection from a man whoâs seen everything and still thinks youâre the most stunning thing in existence.
Clint Barton (Hawkeye)
- Clintâs eyes light up the moment he sees you. "Whoa, wait a second," he says, his voice filled with playful surprise as he looks you up and down, a grin spreading across his face. "Am I supposed to be your date tonight? Or is there some movie star hiding around here?" Clintâs always been quick with a joke, but the admiration in his eyes is genuine, and the way his voice softens just a bit tells you heâs impressed.
- He walks over to you with that easy, casual stride, hands finding their way to your waist as he pulls you in for a hug, his lips brushing against your forehead. "You clean up pretty nice," he teases, though thereâs a hint of awe in his tone. Clint is used to seeing you in casual clothes or even combat gear, but tonight is different, and heâs not hiding how much he loves it.
- "Now Iâm really feeling underdressed," he jokes, glancing down at his outfit, which, while nice, doesnât quite match the level of your look tonight. Heâs got that laid-back charm, but you know Clint well enough to see the little flicker of self-consciousness in his eyes, even if he hides it behind a grin. You reassure him with a smile, and he relaxes, pulling you closer as if youâre the only two people in the world.
- Clint might not make a big deal of it, but throughout the night, he canât stop complimenting you. Whether itâs a casual âYouâre killing it tonightâ or a more heartfelt âIâm the luckiest guy around,â his words, though simple, are full of sincerity. He loves that you donât need all the bells and whistles to shine, but tonight, youâve got them, and heâs soaking up every second.
Peter Parker (Spider-Man)
- Peterâs jaw literally drops when he sees you, his wide eyes blinking in disbelief as he stumbles over his words. "Oh my gosh... wow... youâwow," he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flush red. Itâs adorable, watching him try and piece together a coherent sentence. "You look amazing," he finally blurts out, still staring at you like he canât quite believe what heâs seeing.
- Heâs awkward at first, nervously adjusting his tie and shifting from foot to foot, clearly trying to play it cool but failing miserably. "IâI mean, I knew youâd look great, but this? Youâve seriously outdone yourself," Peter says, and you canât help but smile at how genuine he is. His hands hover awkwardly before he finally takes yours, squeezing them gently as he continues to fumble through his awe.
- "Iâm gonna be the luckiest guy at the restaurant," he says with a grin, though you can tell heâs only half-joking. Peterâs not used to this kind of attention, and seeing you all dressed up for him has completely flustered him in the sweetest way possible. "Do I look okay?" he asks, glancing down at his suit and then back at you with a sheepish smile, clearly hoping heâs at least halfway as presentable as you are.
- Throughout the night, Peter canât stop complimenting you, whether itâs nervously gushing over how amazing you look or cracking jokes to hide his nerves. "I donât even know what to do with my hands," he jokes, trying to play it cool. But the way he looks at youâlike youâre the most incredible person in the worldâtells you everything you need to know about how much this night means to him.
Thor (God of Thunder)
- Thorâs reaction is immediate and dramatic, his booming voice filling the room the second he sees you. "By Odinâs beard, you are a vision!" he exclaims, his eyes lighting up with pure admiration. Thereâs nothing subtle about Thor, and his excitement at seeing you dressed up is no exception. He strides toward you with that confident, larger-than-life energy, sweeping you into a hug that lifts you off your feet for a moment.
- "This is truly a grand occasion," he declares, his deep voice rumbling with pride as he looks you over with a beaming smile. Thor isnât shy about showing his admiration, and heâs clearly thrilled to see you looking so incredible. "You shine brighter than the stars themselves tonight," he adds, his compliments as grand and poetic as ever. His eyes sparkle with warmth, and thereâs something almost boyish in the way he canât stop looking at you.
- Thor, ever the gentleman, offers his arm with a gallant flourish, bowing slightly as if you were royalty. "Shall we make our grand entrance together?" he asks with a grin, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Thereâs an infectious energy about him tonight, and you can tell heâs as excited for the evening as he is to be seen with you by his side.
- Throughout the night, Thor treats you like an absolute queen, making sure youâre comfortable and constantly reminding you of how magnificent you look. "It is an honor to stand beside someone as radiant as you," he says at one point, his voice soft and sincere. His hand never leaves yours, and with Thor, every moment feels like a celebration. He makes you feel as if the entire night revolves around youâbecause in his eyes, it does.
Loki (God of Mischief)
- When Loki first sees you, his reaction is subtle yet intense, his green eyes darkening as he takes you in. "Well, well," he murmurs, a sly smile playing on his lips. He doesnât rush toward you like others mightâinstead, he lets his gaze linger, the look in his eyes making you feel like youâre the most captivating thing heâs ever seen. "Youâve truly outdone yourself," he says, his voice smooth as silk, full of admiration and a hint of possessiveness.
- He slowly circles around you, his fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of your dress as he takes in every detail. "I always knew you were stunning," Loki purrs, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone, "but tonight, you've left even the gods speechless." He steps closer, his hand sliding to your waist, the coolness of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His smirk widens as he feels your reaction, his teasing nature coming out in full force.
- "Shall we make all the realms jealous tonight?" he asks with a raised brow, his voice full of mischief. Lokiâs always loved making an entrance, but tonight, itâs clear that heâs more focused on the fact that he has you by his side. "I daresay none will be able to take their eyes off you," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, making your heart race.
- Throughout the night, Loki is his usual charming, mischievous self, constantly finding ways to draw you closerâwhether itâs with a flirty comment or a teasing touch. Yet, behind the playful banter, thereâs something deeper in the way he looks at you, as if youâre the only person in the room who truly matters. And when he pulls you in for a slow, deliberate kiss at the end of the evening, itâs clear that heâs as captivated by you as you are by him.
TâChalla (Black Panther)
- TâChallaâs reaction is a perfect blend of admiration and quiet awe. When you enter the room, his deep brown eyes immediately lock onto you, his usually composed expression softening. "My love," he says, his voice rich and smooth, as he approaches you with a regal grace. Thereâs a moment of silence as he takes you in, his gaze warm but intense, as though heâs seeing you for the first time. "You look... breathtaking," he finally says, his voice full of genuine respect and adoration.
- TâChalla steps closer, his hand gently reaching for yours, lifting it to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. "You honor me with your beauty tonight," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours. His words are always deliberate, full of meaning, and the way he looks at you now makes it clear that heâs beyond proud to be seen with you by his side. His admiration isnât just for your appearanceâitâs for you as a whole.
- As King of Wakanda, TâChalla has attended countless events and diplomatic gatherings, but tonight, he seems more focused on you than anything else. "It is a privilege to be with you," he says softly, his hand resting on the small of your back as he guides you through the evening with his usual poise. Even in a crowd, his attention never wavers, and you feel like the center of his world.
- Throughout the night, TâChalla is the perfect gentleman, always attentive, always respectful. His hand remains intertwined with yours, and every now and then, heâll lean in close to whisper something in your earâsmall, private compliments meant only for you. "You are more beautiful than any star in the sky," he says quietly, his voice full of quiet reverence. And when the night comes to an end, TâChalla takes a moment to stand with you under the stars, pulling you into a tender embrace as if he never wants to let you go.
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the deepest sighs, the frankest shadows | neteyam x avatar!reader
summary: it's been a week since the consciousness transfer and there is more to adjust to than just your new body. for starters, the approaching threat of the sky people and the preparations for war. or, that in an attempt to bring some light back into the world, mo'at finally announced the future olo'eyktan's mate. choices are to be made as both relationships with the sully brothers are still unclear. somehow, though your heart is already made up, and what about the perfect soldier? it brings up the question: duty or love?
pairings: neteyam x avatar!reader
word count: 18.1k (this is insane)
warnings/notes: the end at last, smut, minors DNI (18+ please), unprotected sex, slight choking, mating, swearing, mention of sky people, confessions upon confessions, neteyam being stupid but also completely obsessed with you, loose ends tied up, brother reconciliation, angst (has to be), crying, fluff, happy ending?
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Please, let him be soft.Â
Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeykâitan his whole life had been compared to gunmetal, sharp arrows, and serrated teeth of the most vicious predator in Pandora. He resembled all of those things because he was a warrior, the best soldier, and a hero to many â or at least he would be once he won this war and became Oloâeyktan. Many people compared him to many things; all deadly, crenulated, and power filled. It was very deserving to be spoken of so highly and to that degree because Neteyam didnât lose a fight.
He didnât falter or show weakness, and like any soldier, had the ability to push down his feelings until they were so small and minuscule they were barely there. He was built and trained up since he was no more than a child preparing for this future, this prophecy, and this battle against the sky people. Neteyam Sully was Toruk Maktoâs eldest son and in turn the best-prepared soldier for the upcoming war.Â
Those who saw him as all those things refused to realize that he was also Naâvi, not made of steel or unbreakable shields, but of humanity. His humanity and ability to have feelings were shown a mere week before as he stood in the middle of the village, a limp body strewn along his arms. The perfect soldier then was not unwarpable or without weakness. Just like old, warn, and overused things, he had broke in front of everyone. He is no robot, no man without emotions as no leader should be without a strong heart. Fearless, improbable, and also not one of the eldest sonâs traits because he very much had feared. Feared losing the very woman no one would have ever expected him to fall for. In that brief time, everyone saw that heroes hold just as much humanity, and more so heroes have the ability to break.Â
But, please let him be soft.Â
Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeykâitan had shattered and then when it was all said and done, with nothing left to cry for, his emotions were packed up and sent away again. Without even being fixed, he returned to being the hero that held the entire world on his shoulders. Because even if you asked and begged, Eywa would tell you just as anyone else that the world needed him. His hope, his strength, his courage, his leadership, and his strength. The world needs everything and he will give it all, including his heart.
It was no longer yours, not since the consciousness transfer, not completely. You wanted nothing more than to go to him when you woke up. You wished for him to reveal that he was flawed and breakable and somehow felt immensely for you. You wanted the whole world to know he was soft and that he was yours. You wanted to kiss him, feel him, know that the two of you could now have it â all of it while you still could. In that brief moment of clarity with all the walls built up before they came crumbling down again. It was only a matter of time, a matter of solitude before the storm would come and before the enemy would come.
Suddenly, everything had aligned and life was no longer at your fingertips. It was no longer outside of a large metal box or a sleep away. It was right here, right in front of your face. You went asleep for the last time in your original form and when you woke up with Toruk Makto staring down at you, hand cradling your face, you knew you had made it to your true form. You made it to your reality, your existence.
It all was in your grasp and you would never let it go again. You stared up at Vitraya Ramunongâs mauve neuron rods and you realized that this was why she had sent you back. With tears kissing your cheeks, you realized she had granted you this silent prayer so he could be soft and he could be yours.Â
Neteyam would give them everything until he was nothing but a shell of himself, nothing but an imprint of dust. He would give and they would take it all, anything he could spare. Neteyam would give them everything so she gave him you.Â
You were there because of him.Â
If only you could tell him that. If you were only given a minute, a spare moment, to say how irrefutably in love with him you were. If only Eywa could prolong a spindle of time so that if anything were to happen either of you could go with touched lips and empty mouths. You could go without anything else to say.
Somehow though as soon as you were okay and back in good health, you realized that where gunmetal can warp and tarnish, it can also be repaired. Arrows could be glued and dull teeth, sharpened. What once was could be again and you grasped that over the next week. A week full of weaponry dispenses, battle practices, meetings upon meetings of planning routes, and combat groups. The conversation revolved around the sky people, the territory they had long since crossed, and their weaponry only. Everyone had nearly forgotten about your visit with Eywa, the consciousness transfer, and you and Neteyam.Â
If you werenât practicing flying your Ikran and shooting your bow or locked in the grasps of Tuk and Kiri, you were talking strategies with Jake. Somehow he had noticed that after all your training and previous knowledge of humans, there was a warrior buried deep inside of you. You had become an asset to him despite the close loss. If you had a moment to spare, you were constantly in search of Neteyam, just begging the Great Mother for more than a passing glance or nod of acknowledgment.
If you managed to see one another, you both would momentarily freeze and just stare at one another almost painfully, so many words needing to be said. There were so many times when he would try to mouth something to you but it never got far because he was swept away in a matter of seconds. Neteyam was busier than you were, having become his fatherâs right-hand man and despite only being nineteen was promoted to one of the generals of the operation. If he wasnât training, he was for laying his fatherâs orders. He was no longer soft or yours but the mighty warrior once again.Â
Then if he had any moment at all, Tsahik was dragging him away to discuss whatever was required of him for his courtship. That was another thing that had happened, Neteyamâs mate had been announced, proudly to the clan. Moâat thought it would help with providing calmness to the people. That despite the alarms going off in everyoneâs head that there was something to celebrate, the manhood of their future Oloâeyktan and his future wife.
Tsmandi Te NĂ€tĂ€kx Ayitulâite â the finest young healer in the clan. She had been training with Moâat for years, and somehow over the last six months, you hadnât thought to see her as more than the Tsahikâs healer in training. You should have seen the signs and many reasons why she and Neteyam could be a perfect fit. She was intelligent, kind, and able to lead the people alongside him. Not to mention she was stunning with long wavy hair, a small curved nose, and perfect blue and ivory markings along her skin. She was the perfect choice for Tsahik and somehow at the news, it was hard to even hate her for it.Â
You wanted to. You wanted to hate her so bad but you knew that there was no point in it. No point in hating her when it was just as much out of her control as Neteyamâs. It wasnât her fault that you had feelings for him or that despite most of the village realizing it that Moâat continued to go forth with the arranged courtship anyway. It wasnât her fault that Jake had actively noticed how his son felt about you and instead of stepping in or saying anything, he decided to stick his head in the sand and focus on the other problems that plagued the clan. Neytiri had tried to talk to her mother, to try and revert the match but despite her being the wife of Oloâeyktan, Moâat still had say and control over the pairings. A pairing she didnât see you fit for. They were to consummate their mateship and get married as soon as things slowed down with the sky people, possibly as soon as after the first battle and airstrike.Â
Of course, you had no idea what Neteyam was thinking or feeling because whenever you saw him, he was back to focusing on his duties, the weight everyone asked him to carry. It seemed even his own heart, soul, and suffering he was trying to manage. You would bear it, but it seemed he didnât want you to.Â
A storm was coming and suddenly you had come to the conclusion that a moment would never be supplemented for you to be able to talk to Neteyam. The two of you were like the sun and the moon â revolving around one another, unable to touch and it didnât matter how close you got, you would never meet. He was the sun, the source of your warmth, the ability for you to breathe. With such an effect to provide for everyone, came a price to pay. One that resembled a fleeting moment he shared with the moon at dusk and dawn because where he was the sun, he was the untouchable, uncurable, unfreeable. He wasnât yours and because of the perfect soldier in him, he might never be.Â
âSo, based on how they are approaching the village, we know they would invade from this direction. There are no other markings that are east of the village so there wonât be any of them over on that side. The only thing we have to worry about is them coming from the sky, which is where the group on the Ikrans will come in,â Jake was in the middle of the same spiel he had been going over for three days now with the same people: all of the riders and soldiers.
You found yourself glancing over past your eyelashes to Neteyam who stood on one side of Jake, as a right-hand man, and Loâak on the other. Even with his troublesome and risky behavior, he was still expected to fight and the sight of the two of them together now with faded green bruises and cuts shrunken down to small lines, you were unable to look away. You hadnât spoken to Loâak yet about his proposal or the idea of you two mating because every spare moment was put towards Neteyam but where there was no conversation with Neteyam, it meant you werenât able to have one with Loâak. He was getting antsy evident in the way his eyes found yours in a full room or he tried to catch you while you were alone after training. Somehow it hall had been avoided though.Â
âNeteyam and I will be with the airborne group,â Jake said then, his sonâs name drawing your attention back to the importance of the meeting, âWe will start here and fly there, waiting for a signal.âÂ
âIf you are a spotter you do not engage until you have to. We will take care of the first lines of fire and lead the attack,â Neteyamâs voice was serious as he glanced between the riders, the edge to his tone coinciding with that of a leader. His eyes flickered towards you but no longer than they had anyone else. You felt your stomach rise and fall just as quickly as he continued, âYouâre spotters, you report, and that is all. When you see something, call it in, and then wait for further orders.âÂ
Neteyam glanced around his father to Loâak who sent in a noticeable eye roll back. Jake knocked his elbow into the side of his youngest son and Lo'ak straightened up suddenly at the realization that his father had seen what he did in response to the future Oloâeyktan. A mutual understanding moved through the small crowd like a hush as Loâak nodded toward his father â everyone silently agreeing to listen to every word that Neteyam was saying.
This wasnât another âwhat-ifâ scenario or a hypothetical situation to use to prepare the people or yourselves. This was real and it was actually happening. Gone was the comfort that appeared with the âwhat-ifsâ, a small understanding that no matter what was said or done they would remain as they were, a hypothetical situation. But now, things had inevitably changed. There was no putting this to sleep because it would still be the only thing thought about as soon as everyone left the room.Â
There was no going back to how things were; before the sky people, and their arrival. Ever since the night of your ceremony when Jake and Neteyam found them near the territory line, they were always there; not just in the forest slowly creeping closer and closer but in everyoneâs minds. It was no longer a scenario but a possibility that would finally appear soon.Â
A few nights ago you had overheard Jake talking to Neytiri that if things begin to deter far in advance of the war, they should flee â protect their home for as long as they can but if it begins to go downhill, leave while they all still can. He had already advised many women and children to leave, and find shelter and solace within the mountains where he knew the technological advances could not operate. You were pondering how long it would take until he ordered everyone else to retreat, even the mightiest of warriors.
It was sure to happen because he wasnât the same marine or Jake Sully he once was. The Toruk Makto had laid his reign to rest and now there was more at stake; his family. Before it was about honor and portraying a message about the quality of life. Many losses had occurred but for the greater cause of success. It seemed that even as the clan faced that same threat, Jake wasnât as dedicated to the message, not if it meant losing the lives of many. He wouldnât show it though, not to those still willing to lose their lives to protect their home. To protect their views, he would keep up the facade that he was the same leader he once was proud of.Â
âTheyâre coming and they arenât going to stop unless we do something about it,â Jake said, a small hiss falling from his lips as he thought back to this long hard fight that had become his life, âThey think that they can take whatever they want, but we have sent them this message before and we will do it again. That we wonât stop, not as long as they keep coming. We will fight. You will fly with me, your Olo'eyktan, and we will remind them that they canât do this. They canât take whatever they want while weâre still standing. So, prepare yourself, brothers and sisters, because they are coming, but they donât realize that weâll be ready!â
Cheers and hollers filled your ears as you looked around at the riders, spotters, and soldiers all soaking in every single word their brave leader had to offer. He had led them to victory once against the sky people and he would do it again. That was what all their faces said as they stared forward, with no moment to fear what could happen next or if they would even be alive to see that victory. His words shook you straight to your bones but you could only stare forward, in shock, as you took in the expressions of both of his sons. Loâak with one of his fists in the air, a grin was stretched across his face, almost satisfyingly as he thought about the violence that was soon to come. It was a look of vengeance, wanting and needing justice for all his people's pain.Â
Then there was Neteyam.Â
Please, let him be soft.Â
Strong, mighty warrior, Neteyam. He stood proudly, his hands on his hips, head tilted at the sight before him. Honorable future Oloâeyktan, Neteyam would follow his father to the ends of the world and would even let it take him if it meant he could save everyone else. He would sacrifice everything just to feel his father gushing with pride. That was who he was and suddenly like the worst realization, you knew it wouldnât matter how much you wished for someone to just hear you, to let him be soft and be full of imperfections. You wished that he would walk away but that seemed like too big of an ask from you when the world needed him as much as it did.Â
Somehow his eyes found yours and his mighty statue faltered slightly under the weight of your gaze and your longingness. His lips curled slightly into a frown, one holding every emotion and every word you knew he wished he could say. That he felt for you in a way he didnât for anyone else and that he could want you the way he did but it wouldnât change anything. His look held so much admiration and softness, but even in it, you could see the harshness of reality â the one thing he could never say out loud. I canât.Â
As if his proclamation meant nothing. As if losing you, or the fact that it had almost happened hadnât done enough for him to leave his duties to the side. Like even though you were standing right there in front of him, everything he could want, he still couldnât do this for you. He couldnât go against what was expected of him at least not then, not with what was at risk. Suddenly as your heart constricted in your chest, his intense stare never leaving your trembling frame, it felt like you had been too stupid to fall under his spell. I see you. It suddenly had lost all meaning to your life.Â
As soon as Jake was done making his grand speech and the noise level had faded to a mere nothing, you found yourself sneaking out from the tent, beating the rush that was sure to follow. You felt his eyes drag over your back as you slipped out into the evening air, the sun beginning to set behind the tree line. A wind rippled along your skin, goosebumps being left in its wake as you approached your tent to leave your bow and chest guard.
The many voices of the rest of the riders and spotters filled the air as they began to exit from the tent. You hurried around the corner, eyes taking in the sudden dullness that seemed to have fallen over the area. The familiar dash of children was gone, instead, it was a mere memory as the village was now completely filled with soldiers, and riders, all decked out in armor and with weapons. The warmth that once was provided by the Omatikaya people had faded to a numbing fear that rattled everyoneâs teeth.Â
Fear of the unknown, the fear of having to wait for the unknown. It was all that was on peopleâs minds and the days were no longer filled with meals, prayers, or times of celebration. In place of it, all was prepared for a war that could appear any day now. With everything, it felt like you hadn't been flirting with the possibility of death a few days prior or passed through the eye of Eywa. It was like you had never been human at all.
Somehow you integrated quickly, ideally, as if this was where you always were meant to be. It didnât change the fact that every time you closed your eyes at night in your hut, you werenât used to not having them open again in the link pod. It was the most significant adjustment, knowing you were no longer bouncing back and forth from one body to the other. You closed your eyes and opened them again in the morning with no interruption in between. That was your life now.Â
As you approached your tent, you heard the rushed footsteps from behind you as they bounced hurriedly across the dirt of the ground. You felt your heart pick up in your chest at the possibility of it being Neteyam but the feeling faded just as quickly as you heard the person call out to you.Â
âY/N!â Loâak.Â
You sighed, peering over your shoulder, having should have known that it would be him over his older brother. Neteyam would never run after you like that. He was deliberate with even how he walked to protect his precious image from the rest of the people and he needed to seem calm and collected. Loâakâs face scattered in paint of orange and green, meaning he was probably about to go out on a spotting run and was just trying to catch you before. A quick conversation you hoped, as you still hadnât had the opportunity to tell him you couldnât accept his proposal.Â
âWhat, Loâak?â you asked, turning back to your tent, slipping inside.Â
"Wow," he followed, surprise forming on his face as he watched you place your bow down on the table, âReally, youâre not going to rush off this time?âÂ
He had a point as for days you had been so concentrated on getting Neteyam alone, you were practically running at the sight of Loâak and his reckless confession that had left you backed up in a corner. A corner you now had to face head-on because what once was a hypothetical scenario had become your life overnight. You like a mighty soldier came out on the other side and now your future lay before you bare of any plans or decisions.
You were so blinded by the love you felt deep within your chest, you hadnât thought any further than the way it had wholly consumed you. There was that word again, consumed. Consumption. Almost as if Neteyamâs love was water that would cure the dire thirst that had overtaken your lonely soul. Somehow the dire need had taken over every other physiological ask of your body.Â
Loâak had not been a priority but how could he have been when this obsession had once again become a âwill they, wonât theyâ scenario.Â
âY/N,â your name fell from his lips like the softest touch and you felt the recoil of your heart back into your chest, âIf you plan to make a break for it I am not going to just let you go this time. Frankly, if you try to run off, I am just going to go after you and I think you remember that it is quite easy for me to catch you.âÂ
You sent him a narrowed look over your shoulder before you busied yourself again with removing the chest guard as well as the knife strapped to your waist, âYou never stop do you? With the flirting?âÂ
âWell why would I ever stop when I get to see that look on your face every time I do it,â he chuckled, eyes flickering over the fierce glare and the furrow in your brow that matched the same one you once had when you were human. Even though you now stood only a few inches shorter than him and with ivory-dotted skin, you still were so much like the you he once knew, all starting from the animated expressions that coated your face in life.Â
He reached forward his thumb brushing over the folded skin, âThe crinkle right above your nose only ever shows up when youâre annoyed or angry. And youâre cute when youâre annoyed.âÂ
You smacked his hand away and sighed loudly not finding his affection welcoming in the slightest with the current circumstances at hand; the sky people, the guarantee of war, the possibility that any of them could die, the fact that he was still waiting for you to accept his ask to be his mate, or that he knew very well how you and his brother felt about one another. His flirting didnât feel right in any way at that moment.Â
âCan you stop that, just⊠what is it, Loâak?â you sighed, rubbing the furrow he had been talking about seconds ago. You hoped it would disappear under your fingers, smoothing back to normal to keep him from feeling any more satisfaction. He knew your expressions and feelings inside and out, filling you with the worst dread, âWhy are you here?âÂ
âWe need to talk,â he shrugged, casually as if the conversation he was hoping to have was just that but you knew better. Based on the glint in his eyes and the sly smile, you knew that nothing was casual at all about it and that with the charm laid on thick, he finally once again had you in that corner.Â
âLoâakâŠâÂ
âNo, I am not letting you walk away from this again. This canât go on any longer,â he said, voice lowering as his hand extended forward as if it was going to touch you but it stopped mid-air due to the way your eyes hastily followed it. It fell back down to his side and you instantly felt guilty about it.Â
His mouth parted then as if he was going to say something else but you stepped forward, practically begging him not to, âLoâak, stop."
âY/N,â he warned.
âDonât say another word,â you professed, taking a step back away from him, âNot about this. Everything I said that night remains true and I havenât changed my mind. I wonât let you do this, I canât. I will not hold you back and diminish your chances of falling in love.âÂ
âY/NââÂ
âNo!â you shouted then, feeling your shoulders shake at the exasperation of the word, âWe canât. You deserve better Loâak and I deserve better. Marriage and mating are not some solution so you donât end up alone. I would rather be alone than become something youâll resent. I wonât do that to myself.âÂ
âYouâre right,â he said, his words ringing out but muffled by the intense panic you felt as soon as his voice filled your ears.Â
âNo, LoâakââÂ
âY/N!â he raised his voice as both hands took your shoulders firmly. Shaking you lightly, your frantic eyes found his, finally flickering up from where you had been staring at the ground. You were met with a soft smile so loving and kind as a deep chuckle escaped from his mouth, âI said youâre right.âÂ
âWhat?â your ears flattened slightly in shock as your eyes widened.Â
He laughed again, thumbs beginning to rub circles into the inside of your arms, finding the most amusement from the look on your face. âLook, I love you. I do, but not enough, and surely not as I should. Watching you and Neteyam this week, I realized that how I feel about you canât compare in the slightest. And expectations or logistics of the future put aside, it would be wrong of me to make you settle for someone who doesnât look at you the way he does. You deserve more than what I can give you and I am sorry I didnât realize it earlier.âÂ
The look hadnât faded from your face, instead, it only deepend, your hands finding his arms, able to feel the warmth of his skin under your fingertips, âReally?âÂ
âYes,â he chuckled, âPlus, do you really think I want to be with a girl who would rather have my brother. No thanks.âÂ
Your heart clenched in your chest, twisting and turning almost like you were about to be sick even though the look on his face resembled only amusement and laughter. Like his own joke was too funny not to laugh at himself. Your grip on his arms tightened unexpectedly, âIâmââÂ
âShut up,â he cut you off, eyes narrowing at the way you were going to profusely apologize for something that had been completely out of your control the moment you had met Neteyam. Loâak even noticed it the first night, how you looked at his older brother like he had hung the stars. Even when he was less than welcoming during that first meeting, you saw the world in his eyes. âIâm fucking with you. Itâs fine.âÂ
âIs it?â you asked, hesitantly.Â
âYes.â
You weren't convinced evident in the way your gaze fell back to the ground, not fully able to meet his eyes from the shame and guilt that was eating away at you. You had hurt him and led him on out of fear and it was inexcusable. With Lo'ak though, when it came to you he was always quick to forgive. Shown in the way, his fingers wrapped around your chin, lifting your head so your eyes once again met his.
âI have been second to Neteyam my whole life in everything and I donât think I could go through with being the person youâd settle for just because you couldnât have him. You were always right about that, how we shouldnât choose to be with someone to settle. If we had, I think it wouldâve killed me. We would have truly been miserable,â he admitted sadly with a solemn smile overtaking his features.Â
You had felt your eyes well up at his words, at the pain that had decorated his face in the form of worried lines and battered scars. He was right, just as you had been a week ago and had been every day since. The two of you would have been miserable but it didnât deny the sudden sadness that formed. The grief that had formed for your friendship that might just never be the same and the love you swore you could have felt for the Sully son in another life. In this existence, you werenât meant for one another and your souls would never coincide but possibly in another life and another world they would have.Â
âI want you to know I was never angry with you that it was Neteyam you chose. Even with him getting everything, I could never be angry with you about that,â he squeezed your arms under his palms as he paused for a brief second before continuing, âThe reason I was so upset was that I was afraid he was going to hurt you. I know my brother and I knew that duty comes first, it always would, so I figured Tsmandi would come first. But watching him this last week, watching him as we all almost lost you, I can see now that nothing will stop him from feeling how he does when it comes to you.âÂ
You felt your breath hitch, the weight leaving your entire body as you stared up at Loâak in slight awe. Not a single ounce of annoyance or jealousy filled his face, no spitefulness. When he said he loved you, he was telling the truth and when he said that it couldnât compare to Neteyamâs feelings it was said with so much courage. There was no anger there laced within his wide eyes, but so much reassurance.Â
âWhen you came here Neteyam was a soldier who carried his mighty sword on his back. Before I would have told you that without a doubt he would stick to his orders, and his duties as the firstborn but heâs not the same person anymore. He is more than our fatherâs perfect little soldier but our future Oloâeyktan. He has a strong heart. Heâs fit to be a ruler and to lead the clan to victory. But most of all, a man with a strong heart doesnât take orders from anyone.âÂ
âNo, stop that,â you denied, suddenly, his words too much. Your face fell as you thought back to the last few days ever since you woke up from the transfer in a haze, a desperate haze for Neteyam's attention. He was and always had been the soldier the world expected of him. âDonât say things that arenât true.âÂ
âBut it is true.âÂ
He would give them everything. He wasnât soft, and he wasnât yours.Â
You shook your head and sniffled, âNo.âÂ
He was a kingâs son and there was no room for love among duty. It was inevitable and Loâakâs words only drilled holes in the hope he had built up seconds before.Â
âYes it is and youâre being stupid,â Loâak said then effortlessly and it stung as it slid in past your chest.Â
Your eyebrows knitted together again, âLoâak!âÂ
âWell you are,â he laughed, shaking his head, âYouâre being just as stupid as he is. Youâre stupid and in complete denial. Itâs like you donât realize you hold his heart in your hands. His feelings for you arenât going anywhere. Neteyam is a ruler, yes with no fear, but I never said that a king sometimes doesnât need a little push here and there.âÂ
There will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn, smeared with oil like Davidâs boy. He will tear your city downâŠÂ
An English poet once wrote that âthere is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.â
Neteyam never knew who this man was or what he did that made his life so damn significant. He just saw him as he was, a sky person that once lived hundreds of thousands of years ago, facing the same idealistic problems that seemed to also be consuming his world. No, the future Oloâeyktan couldnât care less about William Shakespeare but more about what he said. There is a tide in the affairs of men. In reality, the saying meant more having come from his father, first told to the young boy when he was no more than ten years old. The marine himself had heard it from Norm not long after he had arrived on Pandora.
The famous line stuck with Jake after all these years and he then passed it on to his oldest son, who seemed he would need it one day. That evening, sitting in the dark tent, the newest crafted bead on his songchord being rubbed between his thumb and forefinger, that was all he could think about. There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.Â
There was a possibility of violence and war soon approaching followed by a long line of grief and all he could think about was that damn poetâs line his father had told him time and time again the older he got. Neteyam sat near the doorway of the tent and peered out towards the darkness of the forest while the sound of his fatherâs voice faded in the background accompanied by the taking apart and putting back together of guns. One pulled apart sat at Neteyamâs feet but he had lost interest in the weapon long after the sun had set.
His mind drifted then to where it always seemed to end up, you. More specifically, the way you had looked at him during the meeting earlier that evening, the disbelief and the pain that had overtaken your face. The complete betrayal you felt as the days were fading away quickly, days where he was still free and not some other womanâs.
He had held you with your last dying breath and said the most intimate words anyone could say within the clan and yet, he stood there across the room acting as if they meant nothing. To him, it was the most significant thing he had done in his life, but in a minor lapse of judgment, he had let the rest of his responsibilities appear again and take away his attention. Where every day passed until he and Tsmandi would be asked to be mated, also was another day gone until the sky people attacked the village. It was just a matter of time which one would occur first.Â
He felt his disappointment in himself increase as well as a wave of anger at his lack of awareness. He already almost lost you once and Eywa couldnât promise the two of you a lifetime together or years to come of oblivious bliss. Nothing was promised and he was sitting there wasting every second for a battle that very well could kill him.Â
âNeteyam,â the sound of Jakeâs voice pulled him back into the present.Â
He was clutching the bead so tightly in between his fingers, it had slipped and the entire songchord had fallen onto the ground. He hadnât even noticed the absence that was left within his grasp. Not bothering to pick it up, his eyes expectantly found his fatherâs. The gun he had been putting back together sat in his lap in pieces, but he had paused to get Neteyamâs attention. His brows were raised curiously and a small curl was starting to appear on his lips. A look that Neteyamw wasnât quite sure he had seen before.Â
Jake then nodded towards the entrance of the tent, his ears flickering as he did so, âGo on.âÂ
âWhat?â Neteyam asked, unsure if he had heard him correctly.Â
âGo on,â he repeated, nodding his head again, âIf I know her as well as I think I do, she wonât wait forever.âÂ
Neteyamâs eyes widened then, hands dangled across his knees as he tried to process the words he never thought he would hear but felt himself reveling in for moments on end. Brows furrowed slightly, he felt as if it had been too good to be true because there was certainly no way. âBut DadââÂ
âYouâre a good warrior Neteaym,â Jake complimented as his hands began to fiddle with the weapon in his lap just as a sudden emotion appeared in his voice, âBut youâre destined to be a ruler someday, to become the next Oloâeyktan. An Oloâeyktan makes decisions for himself. No fear.âÂ
âNo fear,â Neteyam repeated slowly, still unsure if any of it was real.Â
âNow, go. I will handle your grandmother.â
Jakeâs final words were all the confirmation that Neteyam needed. Picking up his songchord and gripping it tightly in his palm, Neteyam rushed out of the tent, leaving the burdens and the ripped-apart gun behind. Able to feel the way the moon and the stars reflected across his skin in the dark, he couldnât help but pause outside the tent and peer up at the sky. A soft smile began to pull at his lips and in that brief pause of time, he sent up the quietest whispers of gratitude to the Great Mother. Then as if the world had finally felt like it was going in the right direction, he tightened his hold around the songchord as a new sense of determination formed. It took hold around the base of his stomach, filling him with the greatest fire known to man; pertinacity.
With hurried steps, he made his way across the village, your tent in sight. He could see the dim lighting from the lantern inside and he felt himself holding his breath as he reached for the flap of it. What would you say when you saw him there practically groveling for forgiveness, for a chance to prove himself? How would he properly say in so many words that he was wrong and that it had always been you? Itâs you. Even as the world was starting to cave in around him, it was you he thought about and dreamed about. It was you and he had been entirely stupid for so long.Â
He took a deep breath, fingers clutched around the fabric but as he went to pull it back, he was distracted by the sound of a loud whistle. It made his ears twitch and he found himself turning to locate the loud noise. His hand fell away from the tent as he found Loâak just a few feet away slowly approaching, his arms hanging loosely at his sides and a look on his face Neteyam couldnât quite decipher. Some lingering yellow markings were still pressed along the younger brotherâs temple and arms, but they were practically invisible in the dark. A week ago, Neteyam had only looked at Loâak with hatred and with his fists balled tightly together, a feeling that had never been there before when it came to his younger brother.Â
Now as they stood only a few feet from one another, in front of your tent, still having never addressed that night, Neteyam felt his stomach tighten again. Not only in guilt about what he had done but also in slight anger as his resentment and jealousy still lingered under the surface. Loâak had asked you to be his mate, and Neteyam still didnât know what the outcome would be or what you had even decided to do. He refused to be in a room with Loâak unless it had something to do with the ongoing conflict with the sky people, so now standing there in the darkness of the village, there was an obvious amount of tension that still lingered.Â
Loâak nodded in the direction of the forest behind him, shrugging his shoulders as he did so, âYou just missed her. I am sure you could still catch her though.âÂ
Neteyam heard the words and slowly felt his stoic expression and rigid stature fade. His fists unclenched and his ears flickered curiously. His lips parted slowly, in surprise as he glanced from his younger brother to the forest practically calling his name, âLoâakââÂ
âYouâre the better man,â he said, cutting him off and shrugging his shoulders as he did so, âYou always were. I was just too stubborn to get out of your way.âÂ
The future Oloâeyktan found himself shaking his head as if he couldnât believe that his younger brother thought he was the only one at fault here. They both had been. Things had only fallen apart because of their indignation toward one another and their incessant need to push down all of their real feelings until they no longer felt as if they existed. It was something they both had gotten from their father and it had shown with how they chose to handle this whole situation, with violence.Â
âI have always been too hard on you, Loâak. It's unfair.âÂ
The younger Sully laughed, his chest rumbling slightly almost as if he was trying to brush off all the seriousness that was forming, âIt is what is expected of you. You should be hard on me because I need it. Weâre not kids anymore Neteyam and I need to start taking responsibility for my own actions. I have been letting you do it for far too long. So please hear me and believe me when I say that I was wrong about this. I knew how you felt about her and even when I saw how she so obviously looked at you, I chose to ignore it.âÂ
âYou were doing what you thought was right, I can respect that,â Neteyam replied honestly, his eyes softening at the sight of the pained expression plastered across Loâakâs face.Â
âNo, I was trying to be you.âÂ
His brows furrowed at Loâakâs admission, lips curling slightly into a frown at the emphasis of the word you. Something that he never expected to hear. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI was trying to be you. I thought I was protecting her⊠that I could protect her, but Iâm not you. I was wrong, Neteyam because she never needed my protection. I was scared that you would hurt her, that somehow your duty, your need to put everyone else first would wreck everything. I was trying to protect her, but I canât do that because Iâm not you. I am not made to be a ruler.âÂ
There is a tide in the affairs of men.Â
I am not you.Â
Neteyam felt his deep inhale get lodged within his chest at Loâakâs words, ripping what was left of the walls he had built up to pieces. Ears pulled tautly back, he stepped forward and found his hand reaching out to take a hold of his younger brotherâs shoulder, âLoâak, it is a good thing. I wouldnât want you to be me. I wouldnât want you to carry these burdens. Itâs suffocating.âÂ
Loâakâs head fell slightly, almost like he was guilty he was the younger son, free of more responsibilities and expectations. Even though it had not been his choice, he felt guilty that Neteaym was the one who had his future completely planned out for him, that because of their birth order, his brother was unable to fully commit himself to you.
Neteyam squeezed his shoulder lightly, âI am glad itâs not you, Loâak. I am so relieved that you are who you are. I know the guilt you must feel but itâs not a weight you should waste time bearing. This wasnât a choice you made and you need to let it go. Yes, youâre not me. Youâre not a perfect little soldier, but believe me, itâs not a title worth having.â
The honest sentiment was strong as it settled deep within Loâakâs chest suddenly breaking through all the resentment that had been there for years. The outcast. The wrong brother. The mess up. It all no longer mattered as he stared at Neteyam because for years while he had been so busy trying to hate him and make his life harder, he failed to realize just how unlucky the firstborn really was.
It was never that Neteyam got everything he wanted but rather was given everything without a choice in the matter. Everything and everyoneâs approval he hadnât asked for. In exchange the pressure to be perfect, to do everything right, and to never disappoint. The reality that had been looming over them their whole lives was that Neteyam wasnât the lucky son, not in the slightest, just the one that held the entire family and world in his hands.Â
It surely was a responsibility Loâak was relieved he would never have.Â
âI mean look what it has gotten me,â Neteyam said then, shame covering his face as he glanced over his shoulder at the tent, âI have hurt her. I have continuously hurt the only woman I have ever had feelings for.â
âFeelings?â Loâak asked, eyes narrowing as he observed the reaction that overtook his brotherâs face from the question, âYou love her then?â
It was a softness Lo'ak had never seen on his brotherâs face before. It was like all worry and all weight had left him in a matter of seconds. What was left was a mere admiration for the woman who was sitting waiting in the woods. She had left to pray to Eywa, to ask for answers for her heartbreak that seemed to be inevitable but the answer was as clear as day and standing right in front of Loâak. It was the soft lift of the corners of Neteyamâs lips to the coruscated flash in his eyes.Â
âY-Yes.âÂ
Loâak nodded, slightly surprised that Neteyam finally admitted it but somehow not surprised by the response that finally confirmed everything. It had always been there under the surface. The answer to the very question he asked moments ago, but to actually hear it out loud was foreign.
âYou should go,â Loâak said then, glancing briefly over his shoulder to the forest and the direction you had disappeared to, he could only assume to the spot Neteyam had introduced you to.
Neteyamâs face pinched together for a moment, brows furrowing as he tried to analyze Loâakâs expression and his sudden need to send him off into the forest. It was almost as if his younger brother couldnât handle any more of the conversation. The younger Sully stepped back, putting some more space in between them.
As Neteyam was going to say something more, he was silenced quickly as Loâak raised his hands, âI am fine. Itâs fine, really. I am just saying you shouldnât waste any more time. You should go.âÂ
He agreed silently and knew then that after everything that had happened; the tension, the arguments, that fight that broke out somehow this one conversation had healed all wounds. It had healed those very blows that had been sent to Neteyamâs chest and had brought the worst rage out of him. The betrayal he felt seeped away and somehow nothing was left but the forgiveness and understanding that clouded his mind. It was a reconciliation that had somehow seemed to fix all of the things from over the years of growing up under the same roof, always in competition, acting as if their fatherâs pride was something to be won.Â
Loâak for years had felt that he had always come second and that he would never be Neteyam. It wasnât a disagreeable aspect anymore but rather something he could learn to see as understandable. He didnât want to be Oloâeyktan, not really, and that came with all the standards laced within the title. For the first time in years, there was an understanding between the two, an acceptance of sorts and it all started and ended with you.Â
Neteyam slipped by Loâak, the confirmation of you being in the forest already guiding him to a certain place he was sure you'd ran off to. The only place either of you'd end up when it was this late and with dangers lurking around. It was the only spot either of you would wait for the other and it brought the most comfort when times were dire and destructive. There was no knowing what would fall upon the forest the next day or the day after. No guarantee of what would happen to the clan, to the village, to the people, and to those who were about to put their lives at risk for the entirety of their belief system.
Neteyam very well could die tomorrow and now suddenly all he could wish for was to have one night. One night where you could be his and he could be yours, completely, honestly with nothing else wedged between the two of you. He wished to have you, to feel your skin beneath his fingers, to memorize the way you would look up at him, and the way you would say his name. Most of all he just wanted you to promise him that it wasnât too late. That he hadnât fucked things up that bad.Â
He needed to hear that despite everything you loved him.
Just as his feet reached the tree line, Neteyam stopped at the sound of Loâak calling out to him again. Turning around, he found his younger brother sending him a proud smile, one that reached his eyes, not an ounce of sadness or disappointment to be shared between the two. âJust take care of her okay?âÂ
A single nod was all that was expressed from the older Sully, the man who had fallen so irrevocably in love he couldnât imagine doing anything else for the rest of whatever time he had left â take care of you was the only thing at the top of his list. Fuck the responsibilities. Fuck the arranged marriage or the expected mateship. Fuck the control his grandmother seemingly wanted over who his partner was going to be.
Jakeâs words rang around in Neteyam's ears as he turned back towards the forest and stepped inside.
An Oloâeyktan makes decisions for himself. No fear.
He found himself suddenly picking up his pace, the wind brushing along his skin as he began to run. His knife clattered across his thigh from the holder around his waist colliding with his songchord as he brushed past the brush and tree branches. His eyes were set forward in the dark, the lush glow of the forest the only thing to guide him as he felt his lungs begin to burn. They burned for air as his legs began to ache. Sweat was forming along his brow but the only thing his mind was set on is getting to you.
No fear. He kept repeating it to himself over and over again. Simply, because he didnât fear much. He never gave a second thought to what his father asked of him. Being a soldier and the talk of war never scared him somehow. He prepared his whole life to someday die in battle but you, somehow telling you how he felt was so much worse. The idea of actually admitting it out loud to you was the scariest thing he'd ever do. Letting himself fall for you was something that took more courage than he would ever care to admit. Because loving you meant he was going against the crown, the expectations, and the future wife that had been chosen for him. He was going against the prophecy that Moâat had laid before him.
As he slowed near the familiar trees and mangled brush, it felt as if the Great Mother had another plan for him all along. Almost as if she had brought you back for him and him alone. There was a great plan, a future that would be laid out before him and he felt that Eywa was promising that you would be the one by his side.Â
He held his breath as he pushed the brush aside and stepped swiftly through the forest spotting you from beneath the trees. You stood near the base of the river, arms wrapped around yourself as you stared forward at the water, tracing the ripples with your eyes. Lips pursed, you shifted from side to side seemingly lost in your thoughts, so much so you didnât hear his approaching steps. Neteyam stopped just a few feet away, allowing himself a few seconds to admire you, your side profile, and the way your hair fell effortlessly across your shoulders. The top half was pulled back out of your face and laced together in a small braid, leaving a few pieces to frame your face. Your smooth skin reflected the sheer lights of the water and he couldnât help but trace the slope of your nose and the slight purse in your lips.Â
He hadnât been this close to you since the night among the mauve tendrils, the night among the Tree of Souls where you collapsed in his arms. Where he had bared every pain that was painted across his soul to you. He could still picture the way your face was dosed with salty tears, aching and begging for him to understand. I trusted you. His pained words still echoed in his ears now but it seemed things had changed so much since that fateful night a week ago.
It was as if you were the one now who felt betrayed, heart twisting at the thought of him being with someone else. Entirely the same way he had felt when he had found out Loâak had asked you to be his mate. Except for the way you stared into the empty river, gaze void of any warmth he knew somehow you were feeling far worse than even he had.Â
Neteyam had known what it felt like to feel the one slipping through his grasp to another, he knew what it was like to feel so betrayed and heartbroken at the way reality messed with your perception. He had felt the wounds strike his being and somehow even with knowing all of that, he had bestowed it on you. A feeling he hadnât wished to befall anyone had been passed off to you and the guilt was choking him.Â
A click of your tongue filtered in through his ears and as he took a brief step forward, your body turned in his direction. Instantly, you froze, surprised to find him standing there, eyes locked on you in the dark. His gaze shamelessly traced the shape of your body and you found yourself in silence watching him as he did so. Your heart had picked up in your chest as a heat of some sort started to pool in the base of your stomach due to how delicately it felt like he was tracing your skin. You hadnât heard him approach and now to have him standing there before you after so long, it had filled you with so many emotions. So much love and so much pain as he was there in front of you, soon to belong to someone else.Â
He watched the glass form across your eyes as the pained expression filtered across your features. The obvious furrow of your brows and the twitch of your lips held his attention away from your smooth exposed skin. You were glued to your spot, the frustration pricking at the nerves of your body, filling you with a numbing rage at the sight of him. You had craved it for a week, needed it with every fiber of your being to see and talk to him. Days ago you needed him to promise you and reassure you that there was nothing to worry about. That Tsmandi would not be his and he would not be hers, but he never came. He never let those reassurances leave his tongue and now somehow the sight of him in the only spot that brought you tranquility felt poisonous. As if it all had become toxic.Â
You turned away from him then, arms tightening around your waist as you found solace in the appearance of the blue water rather than his gold eyes. A lump had formed in your throat and the painful bob of it left you trying to conceal the tears that were starting to well in your eyes. Tears of anger as he stepped closer, his gaze burning holes into the side of your head. His shoulder brushed yours softly as he let his stare drift from the side of your pinched face to the river before him, the sound of the waterfall sinking into his ears.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he smiled softly as he thought back to that night all those months ago when you sat at the bank underneath the stars for the first time. It was the first time he had ever told someone about the nightmares he barred on his back as well as the first time he had let himself acknowledge his feelings for you.Â
It felt as if the two of you had grown so much since then, aged at least five years instead of just the one. Somehow in a course of almost a year, he was no longer that delirious young boy, desperate for his fatherâs approval. No, he had become a strong warrior, skin coated in the toughest armor and a future of reign in his grasp. He felt like a true man as he stood next to you, a woman he wished to give his entire self to. He felt honorable and worthy and powerful. That was how you made him feel even when you wished to recoil from him, even when you wished to run and let the fear guide you away deep into the forest.Â
âItâs seemed like we have lived an entire life since the first time I brought you here,â he said suddenly, stare flickering back over to you, satisfied in the way your ears twitched and you turned your head slightly to him, his words practically guiding you back to him. âWe were both so young and naive that night. It was the first time I felt you break through my resolve. It was then that I knew I was beginning to feel something for the girl who appeared in the forest. It was like you were a gift from Eywa herself.âÂ
Your brows furrowed, lips forming into a frown as you looked over at him, to meet his eyes. The look in them took you by surprise and suddenly you found the anger ravaging you as you met his soft gaze. âYou shouldnât say things like that to me. It isnât fair of you.âÂ
He ignored your reply as well as the annoyance that dripped from your lips, âIt was like you were sent here to save me.âÂ
His hand dropped to his side and examined your expression as his pinky brushed delicately across the skin of your outer thigh, just below your hip bone. You sucked in a breath past your teeth and felt your hands tense around your body at the feeling of his warm touch and the satisfied smirk that appeared on his lips. A pang appeared in your chest and you felt the lump in your throat get larger. You glanced down at his hand as it glided across your hip bone again, while his tall looming body seemed to envelop your senses completely.
You granted yourself a moment to divulge in the feeling, to let it shoot to your core and the desire you felt for the man before you, the undesirable, the unattainable. But then you felt your body's hotness turn to rage as he took another step closer to you, his eyes half-lidded and scanning your face. You shook your head and found yourself hissing at him, your hand roughly pushing his away.Â
âFtang (stop)!â you demanded, the warning in your voice void of any warmth as your eyes narrowed in his direction, a pained huff following from your parted lips, âWhat are you doing, Neteyam? Why are you here?âÂ
âYou know why.â
âNo, I don't,â you said, sticking your hand out to keep him an arm's length away. If you were going to have a conversation you needed to have a clear mind to do it and you couldn't have a clear mind with him hovering over you.
âWhat, you donât have some dinner or meeting tonight with your future wife to talk about wedding logistics?â
âNo,â he said simply, refusing to step back even with your threatening gaze.Â
âWhat do you mean, no? You are to be married, yes?â you asked, suddenly confused as it was all the village had been able to talk about for the past week. It was the only topic of importance other than the sky people and the intended doom that would soon fall upon the land.Â
âI donât wish to marry any woman unless itâs you,â he admitted, reaching up so his fingers ghost over your cheek. He brushed a piece of hair that was framing your face back behind your ear and you hated the flush that appeared on your face. He smiled as his eyes flickered down to your lips still parted in confusion.Â
His words hit you in the chest like a ton of bricks, words you had only ever thought you would have heard in your dreams. They were all you had wanted since the night he had come to you in the healing tent since he had cupped your cheek and whispered the very confession that had confirmed every feeling he had had.
He had barred his soul and for the last week, you had been left in the dust, left to contemplate your future before you. You watched him as he entertained the idea of mating with the chosen women for him, as he contemplated it to please the village and the people. You had been left in a spiral of pain wrenching and pulling at every will of yours to live while he had been squaring away every duty asked of him.Â
You shook your head, feeling the cringe of your lips as you reached up and shoved his hand away from you. You stepped back, lips quivering slightly as your eyes stared daggers into his, âNo.â
âYes,â he replied, trying to reach out for you again, confused by your sudden need to recoil from him.
âNo,â you took another step back away from him, the twist of your lips matching the way your heart felt in your chest, âFtang nga (stop that)! Youâre being mean, Neteyam.âÂ
His brows furrowed, standing tall as the small quiver of your lips held his attention, âWhat, how am IââÂ
âI waited for you,â you uttered indignantly, as the pained look in your eyes seemed to amplify, âFor days, I waited. Waited for you to come to me and say something, anything. All I needed was some reassurance, hear something that confirmed I hadnât wasted my time on you.âÂ
âY/NââÂ
His heart ached at your words and his guilt seemed to intensify as you only wished to push him away even further for the pain he had caused you. After everything, you felt so disgusted and hurt by the distance he had put between the two of you. He had been so caught up with his father, with planning for the attack, that he hadnât even spared a single moment for you. A moment to express his feelings and reassure the anxieties that had been preying on your innocence for far too long.Â
âThey announced your courtship with Ms. Tsmandi Te NĂ€tĂ€kx Ayitulâite, the next Tsahik. I waited and you still didnât come. You let me believe that you were going to marry her, that you once again would choose your duties over me. I waited for you,â you repeated, eyes welling torturously with tears as your breath was ripped from your throat.Â
His shoulders fell slightly, as the single phrase I waited for you seemed to hold just as much weight as your previous admission. The way I feel about you is consuming. Except where that one had actively repaired every damage he had ever felt like a precious oath, this one brought out nothing but dread in him.
As if those four words were a farewell and you would soon disappear from his sight, back into the forest where you had come from. Like the words were a confirmation that he was incapable of fixing what he had done, the hurt he had caused. He was standing before you offering to throw every caution to the wind, offering to risk it all; his reputation, his reign, his expectations, for you. It took him too long to have realized it but now that he had, a silent prayer was cast across his heart that it wouldnât be too late.Â
âTsapâalute si (Iâm sorry),â he professed anguished as you seemed to only be pulling away from him, âI shouldnât have kept you waiting. I should have come to you, talked to you, and told you everything that has been on my mind since the night in the healing tent. I was scared Y/N. I am still so fucking scared. I almost lost you. You collapsed in my arms, in my fucking arms and IâI canât. I canât bear the thought of it, especially now with the sky people closing in.âÂ
âItâs not something you can guarantee, Neteyam,â you said, softly, staring intently up at him and the sudden vulnerability that was plastered across his features, âYou canât assure youâre going to protect me through this. This war is unpredictable and your protection canât be promised.âÂ
âIt has to be,â he mumbled out, face pinched together and hand hung in the air, desperately trying to reach out to you, âY/N, not even for a second, was I considering marrying Tsmandi. You need to know that. This week it was never my intention to blindside you or keep the whole thing from you. I never thought about it even if it were my duty. I couldnât, not when my heart solely belongs to you."
âNeteyam,â his name fell from your tongue breathlessly but no other words followed.
âItâs always been you. From the moment I saw you in this very forest, cowering behind my baby sister as no more than a stranger.âÂ
You shuddered, every desperation and need for him evident in the way you seemed to lean closer as if his words were the secret password to your being. Like he could put you back together simply by the way he looked at you alone and his sweet words. You stared up at him, so close to offering him what was left of the dying organ in your chest.
It was a lost hope and even as it anatomically was healthy enough, beating away in your chest, the phantom pain was strong and killing every will you had left. This man had played with your feelings, spun you around on his finger as he tried to decide whether he wanted you. You had stood by, letting his control over your feelings be something he could hold over you.
Somehow even with what he had put you through, the long excruciating week of tears and the fears of the unknown, you found yourself holding onto every single word he professed. You were giving in and the thought terrified you. It terrified you that somehow he would be convinced to forget about you, to leave you once again, in favor of his throne and the means of doing what was expected of him. You were cautious, cautious as you offered him everything you had left of yourself.
âYou arenât being fair,â you professed, your heart rate so loud it echoed in your ears as every last conscientious thought seemed to be escaping from you. Like at any moment you would be out of excuses and let him graciously take you.Â
âNo, but I am not lying about how I feel either. I never have. Oel ngati kamele (I see you).âÂ
Those three words seemed to bring you to reality. They hit you so hard, you felt you were back in that tent just before the consciousness transfer. He repeated them just as earnestly and desperately, needing you to believe him. Needing you to say it back as if his sanity depended on it. Like the thought of you denying him would break him entirely.Â
Somehow though at the sound of them in your ears, you felt nothing. The meaning was gone and instead, you were left with an ache from the absence of the feeling his words once brought you. At that moment, you had let the fear take over and steer you away from the same desperation you were feeling as he was. For so long you had tiptoed around one another, had hurt each other in favor of protecting yourselves.
Now with all the possibilities there just at the tips of your fingers, you felt the fear rush through your veins like ice water. Coldness and spite were all you could feel then for a brief moment as you thought back to the night among the Tree of Souls. How you had poured everything out to him and he turned his back on you as if it was the easiest thing. He looked down at you with your chest open and exposed, and spat in your face. He had torn you to pieces shamelessly and you could still remember it evidently.Â
He looked as you had that night, staring down at you with the same look you once had. He was offering you everything, scarily so, a dire need for you to accept him. To say yes. Your hold on him was just as strong as his and this time he didnât hide it. He didnât hide his need for you. His need that filled his entire body with shock waves and desirous fantasies. His need to combine his soul with yours for the rest of time, so that you would never be apart again. He didnât hide how much he needed you, how much he needed your kiss to grant him life.Â
It was all there within his eyes, his gold wide eyes, speckled with every true feeling he had. You felt petty then as you stared up at him hoping to fill him with just as much dejection as he had to you.
âYou arenât capable of seeing.âÂ
Sometimes, it just wasnât enough. Thatâs how you felt like sometimes there werenât enough words in the world to heal every wound. It was evident by the angry tear that slipped past your water line. It slid down your cheek, your skin still smooth and bright under the luminescence of the forest. He followed it as it settled in the corner of your lips.Â
It was harsh. Cruel even to deny both of you this. The possibility of finally being together, but your pride was bent too much and somehow you just couldnât put the hurt you felt aside â not after everything. You couldnât.
The exhale from his lips was entirely broken, as if you had stolen his last remaining breath from his lungs. He stared at you utterly confused and hurt, not understanding that his ignorance this past week had caused you so much pain. So much that you would walk away from him completely. Suddenly the weight had returned, the weight of a broken heart. Somehow it was far worse than any weight he had felt before. He finally saw that all he wanted was you, and the thought of losing you completely to his stupidity was maddening.Â
You turned from him, shaking your head slightly as if you couldnât look at him for another moment longer. One more glance was sent to the water, the river filled with far too many memories, memories of him and you. You knew then that it didnât matter how much you loved him, you wouldnât be a woman who groveled, or who would beg for him.
There wasnât a word or anything that he could say that would stop you from walking away.Â
âI love you, Y/N.âÂ
Except there was that.
You felt your breath get lodged in your throat, your steps halting from where you stood a few feet away. Fingers twitching at your sides, you found your eyes locked forward at the darkness of the forest as shock drenched your body. Lips slightly parted, you felt your heart stop completely in your chest at the sound of those three words escaping his lips. Words you never expected him to know let alone say.
Somehow they felt heavier than I see you. They spoke to the human you once were and they felt heavier on your being and your consciousness. They held so much more meaning and feeling to you and somehow you found they had stopped all of your efforts to leave. You closed your eyes for a moment.
He had you.Â
With a strangled cry on your tongue, you suddenly turned slowly to face him, knowing he controlled every fiber of your being. You were a puppet on strings and he was the sole puppet master.
He stood by the bank, chest puffed out, eyes desperately trying to find yours. They quickly traced your tears and swollen lips as every honest look about him swelled across his face. He wouldnât let you go, you knew that. After everything, he couldnât but at that moment you wished he would set you free more than anything. Set you free from the pain that panged you so profoundly. Because it would be far easier than ever to grant either of you this. Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeykâitan owned you and he held your heart in between his palms and the thought terrified you.Â
You shook your head, lips quivering as he slowly approached you each step sending your senses in over drive, âNo. Neteyam, no.âÂ
He stopped in front of you and he saw it then with your true feelings reflected in your tears. You were scared, absolutely terrified. The thought to feel so consumed by someone was scaring you away from him and he understood it. Stood there beneath the stars, he understood it completely. Because god forbid you give yourselves to each other and somehow this war destroys it. Somehow one of you loses the other, left to wither and collapse under the weight of grief. Eywa forbid one of you is returned to her far sooner than expected.
He felt his own tears fill his eyes as he reached out, hands taking your arms softly. Hesitant for a moment, he found his stare flickering up at the sight of something out of the corner of his eye. Uncertainty plagued his mind then, only wanting what was best for you and for him. As he peered up though, he felt his chest tighten unexpectedly at the sight of an atokirina floating right above his head, emitting a soft glow. He felt his stomach clench and then relax by the sign it brought. Suddenly then, he had never been more sure in his life.Â
âIâm in love with you,â his eyes fell back down to you and a soft smile appeared across his lips as he leaned closer, âI know I donât deserve it, I donât deserve you. Not after how I have treated you all this time.âÂ
You felt a sob fall from your tongue as all reserves seemed to crumble before you at his feet. Iâm in love with you pushing every single insecurity you felt away. It was branded across his eyes and made your whole body feel as if it was going to collapse in his arms. It was the clearest he had ever been and it had you falling apart at the seams.
Sometimes, it just wasnât enough. Words weren't enough but those were. To you, those words were everything and more.
It didnât matter then to you that you were terrified of losing him or that he was promised to another woman. It didnât matter that he was supposed to be Oloâeyktan and all of these expectations hung heavily on his shoulders. None of it mattered anymore that every sign had pointed to the two of you not being able to be together because he was in love with you. He was in love with you and Eywa seemed to have blessed the match willingly. She had brought you back for a reason, for this, for him.Â
Let him be softÂ
Let him be mine.Â
His hand drifted up until it cupped the side of your face, it overwhelming you as he cradled you softly. His thumb traced your jaw so carefully as his eyes bore straight into your soul.
âFrom the moment you got here, I was condescending, rude, too absorbed in myself, and still am. I tried so hard to deny what I felt for you, for months, and this last week I found myself still trying to do that. I have been so blind and so fucking stupid. Not only was I focused on the fact that I almost lost you but the impending war. I have been awful and confusing. I admit that I have done so many things, so many horrible things, but here I am, begging you to love me anyway.â
His voice broke then, his thumb moving along your jaw to your temple and the tear stains that were stuck along your skin. His heart ached for you then and he knew that he wouldnât go on if it meant you couldnât be his mate. He needed you like he needed air and the thought of living another day without you was murderous.
âI am no perfect solider. I am flawed and am more difficult than I would ever like to admit, but I am a man who desperately loves you,â he whispered, leaning closer, his intense stare devouring you whole, âI am offering you everything, everything I have. I have done so many terrible things, I know that. But please, just tell me that despite it all you love me.âÂ
His other hand which was gently wrapped around your arm slipped to your waist. As his warm fingertips pressed along your skin, you felt an exhale escape from your parted lips. Your body shuddered, out of instinct, and you leaned closer to him enough that his chest was almost pressed firmly against yours. At his lingering touch, you felt the warmth in your stomach begin to pool more just as another small breath escaped from your mouth.
His hand flattened against your lower back, pulling you flush against his chest. Your entire body felt hot then as your eyes flickered shamelessly from his dilated pupils to his parted lips. Lips that had been on your mind every night for months. Lips that you had wished would claim yours day after day, night after night.Â
Tell me you love me.Â
You gasped at the feeling of his heart beating profusely in his chest, clashing with your own. Your eyes then snapped up to his wide ones as he stared down at you. He was waiting for what you would say next, waiting for what you would do next. The desperation was evident, interlaced with the desire that coated his golden orbs. His golden orbs that were drenched in reflections of the forest almost as if you were back between the mauve tendrils.
The sight of an atokirina floating over his shoulder made you think that maybe you were, that you had traveled there. Like Neteyam wasnât really there in front of you, saying all of these things. This was all just a figment of your imagination and would be nothing but dust by the morning. It was real though, as real as the Great Mother herself. All evident by the pull of your stomach and the need that was brewing at the base of your stomach for the man before you.Â
You always wanted him, always wished to be claimed by him and no one else, and now here he was before you, begging, asking. All while Eywa approved of it herself. Your eyes flickered back over to his face, as the pressure within your stomach began to appear in the form of a throb in between your thighs.
His tongue swiped along his bottom lip and you found yourself following the movement with your eyes, wishing it could be replaced with your own. You couldnât deny the feelings that were overtaking you, or the incessant need to confirm them with action. You loved him, of course, you did and it was something you wouldnât be able to deny any longer.Â
With a quiet whisper, your eyes found his and all want to deny him seemed to melt from your body, âI can not lie to you.âÂ
His ears perked up at your words and he found his eyes tracing the way your features had visibly softened, your own eyes reflecting all the same things his was. Desire. Need⊠Love. He tilted his head curiously, his bottom lip finding a place in between his teeth as the anticipation began to eat away at him.
You sighed, hand lifting from your side to press along his chest, right where his heart sat. He inhaled at the feeling as a small smile appeared across your lips, âThere is no one else who has ever made me feel as you do and there never will be. It's you, Neteyam, always.âÂ
Your eyes softened, taking in the way he smiled down at you, a low chuckle falling from his lips in relief at your words. You smiled too then as he leaned closer, hand still firmly wrapped around your jaw. You felt your breath hitch again in your throat as his stare flickered down to your lips and then back up to your eyes.
His mouth parted softly as his thumb drifted to your lips, and your thighs involuntarily clenched as he traced your upper lip and along your cupidâs bow. A breathy gasp was ripped from you as he dragged the pad of his thumb down across your bottom lip, satisfied with the way it bounced back into place.Â
Unable to stop yourself, your eyes fluttered shut as his hand slowly trailed down away from your face. Palm ghosting over your neck, his thumb moved from your chin down across your pulse point. He felt himself stir at the sight of your wet parted lips and the way your lashes brushed along the tops of your cheeks. He couldnât stop himself then as his hand firmly took a hold of your neck and pulled you forward.
His lips gently found yours and for a second you could barely register the pressure. It was so soft, delicate as if he was trying to savor the first touch. You were the first to move your lips against his and even as you did, it was tender and slow, so different from the way he was clutching onto your neck.Â
His lips moved effortlessly against yours and you felt yourself practically melting in his arms, legs close to buckling beneath you if it werenât for the stronghold he had around your back. His lips were soft, slightly parted, teasing with an underlying sense that was almost demanding.
A whimper escaped from your mouth and at the sound, he pressed his lips harder against your own. His hand tightened around your neck then, and at the feeling of his thumb pressed firmly against your pulse, you couldnât stop yourself from letting your head lull back slightly, mouth parting at the action.Â
The urgency built up just as the throbbing in between your legs had. Just as the warmth seemed to spread across your entire body like firecrackers. His tongue molded with yours and at the feeling of it engulfing yours, you couldnât help but arch your back into his.
Your hands found a place along his shoulders, fingernails brushing against his skin with ease. With a flick of his tongue, your hands dug into his back and it pulled a groan from the back of his throat. At the sound, you couldnât help but buck your hips forward into his, desperate to feel anything, everything.Â
Feeling you struggling to catch your breath, his teeth took a firm hold around your lower lip and pulled back out of the kiss, releasing it with a pop. All while his eyes traced the way some of his saliva pooled along your lower lip. He shifted on his heels as he took notice of how puffy and red they were as well as how dilated your eyes suddenly appeared. He knew then there was nothing he wanted more than to have this view for the rest of his life, to be the one who pushed you this close to the edge, to have complete and utter control over every part of your body.Â
Hand leaving your neck, he reached behind himself to take a hold of his queue. He reveled in the way your eyes widened slightly as he brought it around his shoulder. His other hand that still had a firm hold around your hip tightened, his thumb brushing along the string of your bottoms. You shifted under the touch, breath completely stolen from your throat. You shook your head slightly, unsure at that moment as Neteyam stared down at you, his queue offered out to you.Â
âI have always wanted you Y/N. Always,â he whispered lowly, finger twisting around the string of your bottoms as his eyes scanned your face with the utmost softness he could muster, âThere is no one else I would want by my side.âÂ
Your heart clenched in sync with your thighs and suddenly there was nothing left to say, no other excuse to be had. He already had every part of you including the aching organ in between your ribs. What else was there left to spare?
Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeykâitan was asking you to be his mate and there werenât enough reasons to stop you, not while he stared down at you like that with his hands touching you the way they were. You were putty under his touch and with your entire being aching to give him what was left of you, you grabbed your queue from your back and pulled it forward. You held your breath as you stared between them, their pink nerve endings twitching in the air.Â
Slowly, you watched as he extended his out further towards you and with the most docile touch connected his with yours. As they firmly wrapped around one another, you felt all air be stolen from your lungs and every sensation in your body be exemplified. Tsaheylu. Your whole body suddenly collapsed forward as your eyes widened, pupils growing in size.
Staring forward at Neteyam, you watched as his own eyes dilated and his entire body jolted forward, arms tightening around you. His forehead fell to yours and for a moment you both just stood there wrapped up in the otherâs arms, soft pants echoing off the forest trees. It was like you had been awakened and all you could focus on was the erratic beat of his heart in his chest and the gasping breath of his lungs You could feel it to your very core and it only heightened every sensation and desire you had.Â
At the sight of his glistening lips and blown-out pupils, the ache in you intensified from the extra stimulation. He groaned slightly as your hips met his again and he couldnât help but let his lips connect with your jaw. His head dipped, lips tracing the skin from your jaw to your neck with his tongue.
Both of his large palms gripped tightly at your hips, trying to pull you as close as he could just as his teeth poked at the surface of your skin. Finding the pulse in your neck, he bit down slightly and you couldnât stop your eyes from rolling back at the sudden sensation that went straight to your core. It was like every nerve ending had been lit on fire from Tsaheylu and you wished to never disconnect from him again.Â
His arms were wrapped strongly around your body and you found yourself moaning out his name as his fingers traced over your hip bones, firmly enough to hopefully leave a mark. âNeteyamâŠâÂ
As his lips found your collarbone, his hands took a hold of your thighs and pulled them up and around his hips. A small noise escaped your mouth at the sudden feeling of your feet coming off the ground but it was replaced then by a moan at the feeling of his core meeting yours. The newly added pressure had you aching in his arms, as if he wouldnât do something soon you would actually die.
His lips trailed up and claimed yours again and instantly as his tongue molded to yours again, he fell down to his knees, them hitting the ground harshly. His hands were still firmly gripped around your thighs as your knees slid to the grass on either side of his. Sat on top of him, you felt the feeling in your stomach tighten slightly. He was hard under you, straining against his bottoms.Â
âYawne (my beloved), look at you,â he said lowly, staring up at you, his eyes half-lidded and full of need, âI think this is where you were meant to belong.âÂ
With his hands wrapped around either one of your legs, he pushed you off of him slightly and then onto the ground. You felt your back arch slightly at the feeling of it meeting the cool grass. He crawled over you and you felt your legs tighten from around him as his body hovered over yours. With his arms on either side of your head, you were unable to stop your gawking at the sight of him looking so huge and strong on top of you. Even in the darkness, you were able to see every line and tautness of his muscles. It was like he was sculpted by the gods themselves and all you could think about was how you desperately wished for him to overpower you.
His lips found your collarbone again and then slowly as if he was taking his time, planning to use every minute of darkness you two had, they trailed down your chest. You arched into him again as his breath fanned across your breasts through the thin material of your top. With open-mouth kisses, his lips were followed by his tongue as they left a trail of wetness between your breasts all the way down your stomach. They stopped right above the line of your bottoms, right above where you ached for him most.Â
He glanced up at you and smirked as his hands pushed your knees apart further. You begged then, shamefully, âNeteyam, please.âÂ
Teasingly, his hand trailed down the outside of your thigh before firmly wrapping around your knee. He lifted it up onto his shoulder and his lips found the inside of your thigh then. Your body tensed and then relaxed as he began to trace his lips up the side of your leg.
With each inch he got higher, you felt the anticipation flooding your system and you couldnât help but twitch with impatience. A moan slipped past your lips as his tongue flattened across the inside of your thigh only a few inches from your soaked bottoms. Mouth falling away from your skin, he glanced up at you through his eyelashes and grinned smugly at the want in your eyes. With your leg still balanced across his shoulder, he reached up, his fingers curling around the string of your bottoms. His eyes never left yours as he gave them a gentle tug. They loosened around your frame.
Your hands tightened at your sides as you felt them fall away from your body and discarded off to the side. He groaned loudly as his eyes traced down your frame and before you knew it he was leaning in, mouth finding your inner thigh again. They trailed up slowly until he was face to face with your lower half, bare and aching for him.
His hand left your hip, fingers slipping in between your legs to part your split. At the feeling of his fingers, your breath hitched and then a second later you felt his mouth connect with you. His tongue found your clit in a matter of seconds and you couldnât stop the twitch that ripped through your body at the skillful flick he sent to it. His other hand reached up to push your body back to the ground just as he flattened his tongue against the bundle of nerves.Â
Your head tilted back at the feeling while a whimper was ripped clean from the back of your throat. He chuckles and the sound vibrates through your entire body. His middle and ring fingers then slip in with ease and you canât help but tense under him with the newfound stretch. He waited a moment, for your breath to even out and for the uncomfortable pull to fade. After a few seconds, he dove in like a starved man, his lips wrapping firmly around your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body. A string of curse words falls from your lips like a symphony and it only fuels the man below you more.Â
His fingers start to move, creating their own pace dragging along your walls as the slickness only seemed to increase in between your legs. His tongue poked and prodded at every inch of skin he could find. His pace quickened and it all was starting to become too much as anywhere his fingers didnât reach his tongue did. It moved up and down, tasting every part of you.
His name was the only thing you could find yourself saying as his fingers suddenly curled up inside of you. Your entire body jolted, heat appearing across your skin in dabs of sweat as your heart rattled away in your chest feeling like it could explode at all the pleasure being pulled from your body.Â
âNeteyam,â you found yourself calling out as the assault only seemed to continue, the overwhelmingness of it almost too much on your body.Â
He ignored you as his lips firmly sealed around your clit again, tongue going to work, as his fingers curled again. The heat rushed across your entire body straight up to your face and your hips pushed up into his hand with your back continuously arched into the air. Your heel dug into the back of his shoulder at the feeling of his tongue again. He sucked at your fluids like juice just as your thighs tightened around his shoulders. With his hand wrapped firmly around your knee, he lifts your thigh higher and your jaw drops open in shock. No sounds could be formed then as the spring in your stomach began to tighten.Â
You realized then what was soon to happen as it felt like he was sucking every last innocence out of your body, every last drop claiming you as his. He groaned as his pace somehow got faster. You clench your eyes shut just as his fingers hit the point deep inside of you. His grip on you was bruising as his tongue sucked and flicked and took everything you had to offer him. You were squirming at that point unable to stop the pulsing that was emitting from deep inside of you. Your chest was rising and falling so quickly that you felt as if you couldnât catch your breath.
You pleaded for him to not stop and just like he would grant you this for the rest of his life, his fingers curled into you one more time and you felt the coil deep within your stomach snap, taking the rest of your body with it. He ripped the feeling straight out of your body and pulled the loudest cry from you with it. Your voice cracked as he continued pushing his fingers up in you, tongue not moving from where they were clasped around your clit. Your leg shook from where it hung off his shoulder as your vision blurred, expelling tears from the inner corners. Body collapsing onto the ground, he waited a moment, fingers still in your body and tongue pressed to your core, before he pulled away.Â
Your ragged breaths filled his ears and he couldnât help but smile as your leg slipped down from around him. He pulled his fingers from you and you winced slightly at the sudden feeling, your lower half tightening around nothing.
As your eyes fluttered open again, you stared at him as he leaned up over you on his knees. Your spent body being imprinted on his mind. Wiping at his mouth with his forearm, he licked his lips, the taste of you still coated across his tongue. At the sight of his glistening lips and narrowed eyes, the heat appeared again in seconds.
His lips sloppily collide with yours and as if he hadnât already ripped it out of you once, you felt your chest arch into his. His tongue pressed along yours and you shivered at the way he tasted, like you. With the remnants of your actions splayed between your thighs across your skin, you felt the wetness appear again. He smiled at the feeling of your body against his and groaned as his hand drifted down in between your bodies to his own bottoms. Your nails dug desperately into his back and his hips jolted into yours in surprise. Fingers pulling at the band of his bottoms, he yanked them from his body. Your breath hitched again, the sixth time since he first had touched you as you felt his hardness brush against your core.Â
He hissed at the feeling and for a moment his head collapsed into your neck, almost painfully. You whispered his name and it brought his gaze back to you. He felt his entire life flash before his eyes with the sight of you below him. Irrevocably you were finally his, you were there, and you were alive. You were his.
It wasnât another late-night fantasy where his hands had wandered in between his legs. He blinked and you were really there. You were alive and he couldnât stop his hand from drifting up to your neck again, desperately craving the gentle flutter of your pulse. Hand gripping tightly around your throat, he watched with a furrowed gaze your reaction as his tip pressed into your entrance, prodding slowly.Â
Without a warning, he pushed in, bottoming out quickly. You cried out again, chest arching up into his as he hissed at the involuntary tightness around his dick. His head tilted back for a moment, trying to memorize the feeling of you squeezing so beautifully around his length, your name falling from his parted lips in praise.
After a moment, his eyes fluttered open again as spews of love sputtered from his lips. His hands reached for yours at your sides and you gasped at the way he pushed them up above your head, his fingers lacing in between yours. As you squeezed around him again, he swore, deciding then to pull out and slam back into you.Â
âOh, fuck,â he exhaled then as he did it again, the pleasure flooding his system, âYeah, thatâs it.âÂ
That heat began to pool again instantly as one of his hands slipped from yours down in between your bodies. His thumb found your clit. It was still swollen from the effects of his tongue, and without a second to waste he began to build up a pace. His hips rammed into yours, harshly sending your back into the ground as your legs wrapped up around his waist.
It all was building up again and you felt your head lull to the side suddenly overstimulated. It wouldnât take long this time as it all was flooding your system; his grunts, the pleasure, the feeling of his body wrapped around yours strongly. He groaned out as you clenched around his dick again, you already fast approaching the edge. He rammed up into you harder as his hand tightly held yours.Â
âIt couldnât have been anyone else, Y/N. Itâs always been you. Youâre meant to be my future wife, my Tsahik, my mate,â he mumbled lowly as his pace began to falter quickly, âOnly you.âÂ
You hummed then, âMy Oloâeyktan.âÂ
His eyes rolled slightly at the title, it sounding so formal across your tongue and he couldnât help but speed up further. He sent another and then another thrust straight into you, as his thumb continued throwing circles into your bundle of nerves.
Somehow it all had led you here, the six months of training, him starting off by disliking you, the arguments, the issues. All of it led to this with you splayed beneath him, being fully claimed as his. You let the noises fall freely from your swollen lips as all the tension and the pain seemed to fade away.Â
Neteyamâs grunts filled your ears as his palm tightened around your throat once and then twice. The pressure had you squeezing around him, it bringing you to that point quickly. He slid in so easily and quickly as your juices coated your inner thighs. His thumb didnât stop and before you could even realize it, that spring in your stomach was tightening and then breaking completely.
Your whole body erupted into flames as a cry fell from your lips, it was so loud and so startling. You pulsed around Neteyam as he pulled out and slammed back into you, the sudden flutter of your walls, pulling a groan out of his throat. He couldnât hold on much longer with the constant clenching around his cock. His eyes squeezed shut then as his hand moved away from your clit to dig into the skin of your hips. It was bruising as he gave one more pump before his whole entire body stilled, tensing above you.Â
You exhaled suddenly at the feeling of him shooting up inside you, followed by a few more thrusts before he was pulling out completely. The lost feeling of him was surprising as the sound of his gasps filtered in through your ears. Chest meeting his, your face was flushed with color at the sudden realization.
You were mated for life.
Reaching up, you cupped his face, practically asking him to open his eyes to coat your vision in gold and specks of green. With a gentle exhale, they snapped open and met yours. An exhausted smile appeared across his lips as your thumb traced delicately along his jaw.Â
You were overwhelmed at that moment by it all; the fact that you were laying in your spot with the future Oloâeyktan of the Omatikaya, with no promise of the days ahead. You felt everything as well as the pulse in his body from the bond of your souls.
You were one, forever and the only thing you could think to say at that moment was, âI love you too.âÂ
The Naâvi say that every person is born twice.Â
It is the greatest rebirth ever granted to a person. A mere moment of acceptance, of acknowledgment, a promise that no matter what, you have a place among the people forever. There is a greatness that comes from it; the connection that the people have for one another, the power they emit gracefully.
The Naâvi were more than just a tiny sliver of humanity you had fallen upon. It had become your life, your existence, your sole purpose in life. Grace Augustine had once seen that in the Omatikaya, she saw them as her destiny. Then there was dream walker Jake Sully. He led the clan to victory against the sky people and now suddenly sat upon your Ikran, queue wrapped firmly within its, dread once again was felt in the air. A moment of the unknown presented to all.Â
Success was never guaranteed. Life was never guaranteed, but there were more important things than the need to breathe. Justice. Perseverance. Triumph.
All of that had masked over the necessity of a long life, of years to come because why promise life if there was a chance it would be dull and overtaken by enemies. Why have life if it is only filled with smoke-clouded air, and living in fear? So many had suffered at the hands of the sky people, and so many losses had been wasted at their feet. Their greediness overtook the humanity that once plagued their hearts.Â
It was no way to live, captive in your own world.Â
âLook alive, people, we got metal in the sky,â the Oloâeyktanâs voice filtered in through the transmitter strapped within your ear.Â
Your body stiffened, glare narrowing at the sky before you.Â
War was coming. Violence would soon erupt in the world of Pandora once again, after nearly two decades of peace. The Omatikaya people once again led the tide of Naâvi and Ikrans in the sky. Multiple bands of people scattered across the forest, waiting like silent death traps.Â
This was it.Â
Taking in a deep breath, you found yourself looking off to the side towards the Oloâeyktan. You looked past Jake and you felt your eyes meet his instantly. The great warrior was already staring at you. The mighty soldierâs golden eyes traced your face with the utmost determination you had ever seen. Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeykâitan flew upon his Ikran, gun gripped tightly within his palms. Hair braided back out of his face laced with feathers. His face was covered in war paint, dosing his skin in bright colors. The orange and the green stripes were an imprint and you took a few seconds to take in the sole sight of the Toruk Maktoâs oldest son. He had become just as he was always meant to.Â
He was made with gunmetal and veering sharp teeth. He was made to be mighty and strong and fearless. He was a warrior. A soldier. A hero.Â
He once again was giving everything to the world without a second thought. They needed him as much as they once needed Atlas or Achilles. They needed the great soon-to-be Oloâeyktan so desperately and he gave everything willingly. The world needed his strength, his courage, his blood, and his sweat. Most of all, they needed his heart.Â
He would give it all for his people, for his home, for you. Because he wasnât just a mighty warrior but a ruler. A king and a king would sacrifice his entire being for the betterness of everyone else. He flew then powerfully, captivatingly, and even with all the pressures of the world on his shoulders, you knew then he would not falter. He would not collapse under the weight or break under the pressure.Â
He was stronger than any gunmetal or wooden arrow. He was the chosen one and more than that he was yours. He was your love, your soon-to-be Oloâeyktan, and your mate.
Neteyamâs gaze flickered across your features, skin bathed in bright paint, a glint filling your eyes. He nodded towards you and you felt your body tense unwillingly as the sound of metal blades drifted through the air. You granted him one more look, the sight of him gracing your being with one last fateful glance.Â
The Naâvi say that every person is born twice.Â
With the screech of your Ikran in your ears, your gold eyes snapped back to the sky before you, and speckled with the lightest green they locked upon a metal chopper in the distance, and you knew then that it was just the beginning.Â
author's note: this is the end... i don't know what to do with my life now but i hope all of your angsty hearts can rest now.
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