concept, cause the dynamics at play would be super interesting:
when Tuk and Neytiri are sucked into the hold of the Seadragon, what if Spider, unwilling to watch another one of this baby siblings, nor his siblings mother (despite everything cause he's a good kid), die without doing anything, jumps in after them?
they're now stuck in a flooding ship, spider knows his way around to a decent extent, they're all tired, they're all scared, they're all hurting. they have to depend on each other for survival.
Neytiri has to not only trust Spider, but has to follow his lead, has to trust him to guide her around a demon ship, has to untrust not only her own life, but the life of her youngest child to this boy.
Maybe they're separated, they have to find one another (my personal favorite scenario is that Tuk and Spider are together and he has to try and find her/guide Neytiri to him)
Spider taking Neytiri and Tuk's arms so they aren't separated by stray currents and raging waters (a parallel to "Sully's stick together"). Spider talking them through the breath holds he learned as a kid in case his mask malfunctioned before bringing them through the depths of the submerged ship (parallel to Jake and Lo'ak)
anyway. I just can't stop thinking about it. think about it.
Neytiri is faced with the fact that Spider jumped in after her and Tuk. he came for them, he put himself in danger to save them, to save her daughter. even after what she did to him. even after she held a knife to him, after she cut him, after she intended to kill him even after Kiri was released. he still jumped to her aid, even if he could have stayed with Kiri above deck where he was safe, he could have just aided Tuk and left her behind, but he didn't.
and there's so many ways to play with it and the aftermath. like.
Spider dragging both Tuk and Neytiri up the surface, trying his best to keep the trio afloat (namely Neytiri who was much less adjusted to the water and is exhausted by the night they've had) as they hope and pray to be reunited with the rest of their family.
maybe the stress gets to them and Spider just starts apologizing. I should have fought them harder. I shouldn't have let Lo'ak and Neteyam try and leave with me, I would have been fine. I should have seen it coming, should have taken it myself. it should have been me. my baby brother shouldn't be dead.
maybe he becomes partly delirious as he too gives into exhaustion, the big brother in him being the only part of him left coherent, so he takes Tuk close, whispering prrnen tsmuke [baby sister] over and over into her braids, assuring himself that she's safe and unharmed. he keeps praying to the Great Mother for his siblings to return to him unharmed. maybe he keeps asking where they are, if they're safe as his awareness fades and his memory weakens. all of his siblings. asking if Neteyam is ok, only to remember he's gone the second the words leave his tongue.
Jake and Lo'ak finding them when they come up with Payakan, both worse for wear, exhausted, clinging to one another, the only thing keeping their heads above water being spiders life vest, Tuk cradled between them. what a sight.
Neytiri watching as Spider looks over each of his siblings, taking them close, holding onto them as if they will be ripped away from him. the realization that he would die before he let that happen again hitting her like a ton of bricks the second she sees the look in his eyes.
a peace being made between the two in the wake of this event. spider silently claiming the role of big brother (he always was, but he had to pretend he wasn't. with Neteyam gone, he can't pretend he's not anymore), Neytiri silently agreeing.
idk man. it would be interesting.
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Inspiration Saturday 🎄
Aaand this would be the aforementioned second christmas fic; the rough draft is already done and it's just over 2k so I expect it to total out somewhere around 3-4k. Anyway, please enjoy this tiny snippet:
Buck sat in the waiting room, his eyes vacantly following the line of fairy lights running under the edge of the reception desk. They flickered every now and again.
Well, not just every now and again, but every thirteen seconds. Buck counted it out 67 times already.
He just started again, but he only got to six when he heard the voice he was waiting to hear for nearly 15 minutes now.
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Slaps a bat sticker right across his mask and dips out.
Oh, Batman just not just do what he thought he did. Roman had braced himself for a punch, to wake up in custody and await the arrival of his lawyer as per usual but this time, Batman had done... something else. He'd touched him, Roman had felt that, but whether it was to fake him out or get him to stop yelling for all of two seconds had worked and Roman was steaming mad about it.
"You wanna fight? You wanna fight some more, Bats!? Come back and take these cuffs off, you f-"
He descends into an unintelligible rant of English, Italian and curse words in every language he knew of as the GCPD guards assigned to him struggle to keep him from flying off after the now out-of-sight vigilante despite already being in handcuffs, and none the wiser as to the bat-shaped sticker now plastered proudly on his face.
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Today on "Another JeanMarco Soulmate AU absolutely no one asked for" I present to you -
Soulmate AU in which you stop seeing colors when your soulmate dies, the only exception being your soulmate. Now cue to Jean who just found Marco's, his best friend's, body. And you know, there's the shock of finding out Marco's dead. The pain and confusion and guilt. But there's also the revelation, because despite everything he can still see Marco like nothing took place at all- yes, half of his face is missing and his body is straight up lifeless, but Jean can still make out the color of his eye ; see that light shade of brown perfectly, remember all the times he has found himself looking at them while listening to Marco talk. He can still make out the colors of his uniform, see the same shade of black his hair has always had, practically see. Despite being dead, Marco was the only piece of color left in his life.
And there's denial for a moment because there's no way Marco was his soulmate. But that goes away fast, getting replaced by guilt. By the fact that he hasn't been there to save him, that Marco has to die all alone without anyone being there for him.
And that was worse than the simple fact that he could no longer see colors ; because Marco was there when Jean needed him, but he failed to do the same. And not only he lost his best friend that day, but his other half too.
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I love your piss play Wanda fics PLS DO MORE
Me too :( i so miss writing on here..i especially want to write more piss incorporating fics
a little something for you..
You tried to speak, cry, anything, but the pressure of Wanda's hand on your stomach was all you could focus on, that and the warm feeling of her body pressed against you, her voice almost coercing you to let go and her spare hand, cupping your sticky pussy and rubbing soft strokes over your engorged clit.
Your wimpers for relief were met with her lips, kissing you softly and reminding you that you’re hers.
“Aw, baby, I know it feels like you need to go, but mommy knows best and you can hold it can’t you?” That sweet smile made you think you could for almost a moment, until her hand pressed harder on your tummy and a string of gasps and laboured moans escaped you.
“Mommy no-please, I can't-” You begged looking down in defeat at the wet patch forming itself on your panties.
“Sweetheart, you’re just having a little accident, mommy’s not mad if you can’t hold it, I know you’re just mommy’s dumb little thing, you need mommy to think for you sometimes hmm?”
You could hardly respond, her hand stroking your clit was rubbing fast circles and her voice was almost so sweet you could believe anything your mommy said, her hand on your stomach urging you to let go and her warmth around you, it wasn't long before you came undone, a moan and your thighs were clenching as pure relief washed over you
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