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dragon430 · 8 months

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Originally this was a tiny thought but as you probably noticed I got carried away in the details 😂. I’m happy you liked it though!

And yeah I think I was at least a little accurate with how Neteyam and Tsu’tey would react but I know Jake’s is almost 100% accurate because of how damn nosey and mischievous he is 🤣

So tiny thought but something I've been thinking of is if Na'vi have anniversaries like we do because I haven't seen anything about it. Honestly when I think of them, I feel like they just love and appreciate their partner so much every day of the year that a yearly celebration isn't really needed.

So, imagine their confusion when their little human mate gives them a gift, maybe something like a handwoven bracelet or necklace they've been learning to make in secret in appreciation of them and their culture. Now of course this isn't the part that confuses them but the overly excited and pleased "Happy one year anniversary!" shocks them a bit, their curiosity of what it means though quickly buried in their appreciation and their mate's excited babbles and questions of if they like it and wondering if it fits alright.

Then they go along in their day like normal, though now brandishing their newly gifted piece of jewelry which just so happens to catch the attention of a very curious (read: nosey) Jake.

Now if it's Neteyam I could see him as a bit embarrassed when he realizes that he's been rambling for nearly an hour to his father of the gift his mate made him, only stopping when Jake shifts in his seat to stretch his back that's been curled to listen to his son's practical speech about his mate. Neteyam flusters at Jake's brow raised in amusement as he chuckles and slightly teases his son. Neteyam wrestles out from under the hand ruffling his hair, snickering at his father's affection before pausing, remembering one detail he forgot to mention to his father which he's quick to bring up now. Jake blinks owlishly at the suddenly serious expression on his son's face, only to have to bite his lip to hide his chuckles when Neteyam asks so seriously what an anniversary is. He's quick to explain, Neteyam recognizing somethings he's seen his father doing for his mom over the years though as Jake gets into the important bits and the reasoning behind an anniversary, he notices his son's expression turning dreadful. He stops his explanation, cautiously asking his son about the change in his mood only for him to frantically explain that he's made a grave mistake and has undoubtedly upset his mate for not having anything to give them in return. Before Jake can even get out another syllable his son is booking it to the human outpost, rushing in so quickly that he forgets to grab one of the little masks he loathes so much as he rushes to find his mate. And once he finds them, boy are they confused when they don't even have the time to wave hello before they're brought into a bone crushing hug, Neteyam falling to his knees so harshly the clang echoes through the room. Not that he cares, he's too busy shoving his head into his mate's neck, nuzzling there as he apologizes more furiously than he used to apologize to his father for something Lo'ak did when they were still kids. His mate just listens, patting his back and running their hand through his hair soothingly until he finally stops babbling and pulls away with a face so pitiful and sad that not even a kicked puppy could achieve...and then they can't help but laugh. They try to hide the sound behind their hand, but Neteyam's ears have already twitched forward to hear it, expression shifting to bewilderment. His mate is quick to explain that he doesn't need to apologize because in human culture it's not uncommon for the men to forget about special events like an anniversary (sorry guys) and now he looks as if he wants to crawl under a rock somewhere and die for making a fool out of himself. At least until his mate's words actually register and he realizes that he has the chance to prove himself better than the other male demons. So you can bet your ass that he's going to make the rest of his mate's day absolutely perfect. Though in the brief time they are left in the village as he makes preparations, they are cursed with teasing remarks from Jake about the little freak out his son had, also met with his howling laughter when his son's mate mentions in a deadpan that Neteyam was so worried he'd messed up that he bolted in without a respirator mask and they had to frantically rush to get him one to keep him from blacking out as he was practically hyperventilating after his hurried apology.

Now as for Tsu'tey he's confused in a similar fashion on what his mate's words meant, sitting on a log by the training ground and thoughtfully tracing over his new piece of jewelry in admiration instead of coaching the young warriors like he's supposed to be doing. His distracted state his noticed by Jake who is quick to tease him about his rare lack in focus. Tsu'tey is all scowls and bared teeth at the jokes of his nosey Olo'eyktan but his threats are silenced when Jake questions where he got the new jewelry from. Now instead of lashing words Tsu'tey speaks with an endeared tone and flicking tail as he mentions how his mate gave it to him, claiming that it was something they called an "anniversary gift". Tsu'tey doesn't notice the mischievous smirk on Jake's face before he's wiped it off for a look of faux surprise and lets out a dramatic gasp. Tsu'tey's ears tilt back, eyebrow raised but he gives no other reaction at Jake's outburst, completely used to his loudness and weirdness. Though that soon changes as Jake starts asking him if he got his mate anything for their anniversary. Tsu'tey, confused at Jake's line of questioning, asks what he means, and Jake is quick to put on the best and most dramatic performance of his life as he explains to Tsu'tey the importance of an anniversary and how his mate must be upset that Tsu'tey turned out to be just like all the other sky demons and forgot to do anything special for them. Tsu'tey practically seethes at even the idea of him being compared to an inferior male human until Jake's words click and then he's left absolutely appalled with himself that he didn't know such an important thing he's supposed to do for his mate. He's nearly drowning in grief and guilt at his imagined scenarios of how upset and sad his mate must be, and he doesn't even realize he's asked Jake what to do until Jake is listing a bunch of things humans who are dating do for their anniversary. After he's listed some things Tsu'tey is quick to rush off and combine nearly everything he heard to make up for his mistake and quell his mate's possible anger with him.

His mate on the other hand is blissfully unaware of what's happening until Jake comes and gets them saying they have to come to the village, expression nothing short of coyly amused as he says there is something they really need to see. His little human friend thinks nothing of it, at least until they see Tsu'tey rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off. Worried they quickly approach him to ask what's wrong, only to yelp when he falls to his knees and pulls them into him, apologizing so profusely that he barely even breathes through his begs to be forgiven and hurried explanations of what he planned to make it up to them. He only actually stops when his mate presses a hand over his lips, saying how they didn't expect him to know what an anniversary was as they've never seen the Na'vi celebrate one before and how they weren't expecting him to actually do anything for them as they really just used it as an excuse to give him something nice. He blinks owlishly, before his gaze hardens in a glare at Jake who's currently muffling his laughter over his mate's shoulder, now realizing that he was dooped by the idiot he calls an Olo'eyktan. Nevertheless, he softens his gaze as he meets his mate's, reaching up to move the hand from his mouth, lacing his fingers with their own only after he's pressed a loving kiss to their tiny palm. He's quick to compose himself, only his tail coiled by his ankles proof of his embarrassment of how he acted and how easily he was tricked by Jake before explaining to his mate how he wishes they had told him themselves of the importance of an anniversary so that he could appreciate their culture as they do his and how if it makes them happy he'd give anything to make sure it stays a tradition for them no matter if it's not something the Na'vi typically do. His mate's heart is warmed and they bring him into a tender kiss, pulling back with a joking smile and asking what he had planned then. Tsu'tey returns the smile with one just as bright, telling them to give him one moment to put the last touches on it. And so his mate is left alone as he finishes his preparations...kinda. In normal Jake fashion he is quick with his smug confession of how without him Tsu'tey wouldn't have known what an anniversary was and wouldn't have gone out of his way to do something for them, so his friend really has to thank him. To his surprise they do though they also say he really didn't have to tell him as they wanted to do something special for Tsu'tey without expecting something back. This goes on for a bit and said man is thoroughly confused when he comes to get his mate for their anniversary celebration only to find them swinging a stick at a laughing Jake because he threatened to tell Tsu'tey that married/mated couples actually do something much grander for their anniversaries then what he was telling Tsu'tey before.

mannnnn this is so detailed and perfect agkdfgjhdkgh im obsessed

neteyam is such a sweet baby boy, and tsu'tey is just pure chaos gksdgfhjksjdgh i love them!

and jake being a nosey little interfering shit in both AHHHH he's such an instigator lmaoooo i'm so obsessed

i love my boyfriends

#Avatar #Neteyam #Tsu'tey #Avatar x Reader #Neteyam x Reader #Tsu'tey x Reader

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dragon430 · 9 months

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I'm feeling CRABBY!!!

💙@imaginethatneathuh

#Dragon Roars

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dragon430 · 10 months

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THEM!!!

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dragon430 · 11 months

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Hell I know I’m a slow writer (having three jobs will do that to you) but this ^ is a huge fucking no from me. Not now or ever are you allowed to put any of my works in AI.

Hi,

It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.

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dragon430 · 11 months

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Child Of The Angels Chapter 1 Editing Progress

From: 1,245 words To: 6,344 words

What it was: Hesitantly climbing out of the ship, you take slow steps through the dirt. You can’t help the flickering of your gaze from object to object as you make sure no Weeping Angels are circled around the craft from when you were asleep. The sound of metal slamming against each other causes you to jolt and whip your head around to scan your surroundings. You let out a breath of relief upon realizing that it was just the vessel’s doors closing.

You glare at the shuttle, knowing that it will soon be piloted back to your home, but you also know that the doors are pressured shut, so you resist the urge to try to pry them open. Stealing your nerves, you shuffle forward while surveying the area you’re in.

What it is now: Hesitantly climbing out of the ship, you take slow steps through the dirt, feet sliding through the earth and drawing up dust clouds in their grounded hesitance. You can't help the frantic flickering of your gaze from object to object as you make sure no Weeping Angels have settled around the craft in wait for you to emerge from your sleep.

Upon not seeing any statues readying themselves to end your pitiful existence, a feeling of ease warms your veins, thawing the chill that froze them in your fear. Though your sigh of relief gets stuck in your throat, the muscle constricting around the much-needed air flowing through it at the metallic crash that erupts from behind you and pierces through the silence. The sound causes you to jolt and whip your head around to scan your surroundings, heart pounding louder with each petering echo the impact produces against the ruin's walls. Only for you to let out a shaky breath upon realizing it was just the shuttle's doors closing.

You glare at the ship, hoping that, against anything scientifically possible, it will combust into flames for the fright it gave you and the implication of what the doors shutting means. The metal craft will soon be piloted back to your home, abandoning you to your role as angel prey. You would prefer hitching a ride back to your planet, even if it meant hiding out in the woods until the queen found you again and executed you, over whatever the Weeping Angels will do to you. But the doors are pressured shut, leaving you no other option but to accept your fate and resist the urge to try to pry them open.

Stealing your nerves, you scramble forward quickly, surveying your chosen path with no shadow or stone unchecked. The harsh noise no doubt alerted the angels of your presence, and you do not want to be in the area when they come to investigate it. What it was: Landing on an arch, you press your stomach to the ground and lay your wings flat. Breathing heavily, you look around for some type of cave, but the sound of fast movement makes you shoot into the air without looking back as you’re too scared to see the creatures that you’ve had nightmares of since you were an infant. But your panting breath lets you know that you won’t be able to evade them forever.

What it is now: You take a brief second to get a birds-eye view of the lower levels of the Aplan Mortarium, gaze flickering through the mass of desolate grays to spot any of the angels. But a second is all you allow yourself before landing on a highly suspended arch, pressing your stomach to the dirt with your wings tucked as tightly to your spine as they can be so you remain as unnoticeable as possible.

Sputtering gasps just barely escape past your trembling lips, spurred by the erratic beating of your heart and unyielding to the commands your mind sends to keep quiet. You try, despite your panic's interference, to tamper down your harsh breath, fully conscious of the small echoes it reverberates across the bare stone. But your efforts are useless, every attempt cracking under the pressure of the angels finding you and all the twisted torture you’ll incur at their hand that your mind conjures up. So when fixing the problem fails, you use a distraction to overpower your rising hysteria. You force your plan to the forefront of your mind, eyes set in a racing pace across the walls in their search for a cave or crevice that is too small for a Weeping Angel to climb into. What it was: You’re surprised when you wake up unharmed and in the exact position before you fell asleep. Stretching as much as the little cavern allows you to, you feel satisfied as some of your limbs pop, and the tension leaves your joints.

What it is now: Relief washes over you like waves across the shore when you wake unharmed and in the exact position you had fallen asleep in. You would be lying if you said you weren't expecting to wake up to a Weeping Angel lodged halfway into your hiding spot, as luck hasn't necessarily been on your side since your unwilling journey to the Aplan Mortarium. So saying that you're overjoyed to see that, for once, your fears hadn't manifested from your nightmares is an understatement. Though you may be a bit more ecstatic if you had shifted the least bit in your sleep, the sharp pains shooting through your stiff muscles when you move a very irritating greeting upon waking up.

Stretching, at least as much as the little cavern will allow, conducts a crackling symphony as you unfold from your cramped position. With each realignment of your joints and its popping coda, you can practically feel the built-up tension melting away like snow at the beckoning of Spring.

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dragon430 · 11 months

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New obsession unlocked

#Dragon Don't

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dragon430 · 1 year

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I’m finally off my Avatar WOW obsession (for now) and am getting back to working on Child Of The Angels. Getting this bitch plotted out is fun though there may be some tears when reading 😂. Overall though it’s gonna be a wild ride

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dragon430 · 1 year

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Child Of The Angels Prologue Editing Progress

What it was: Specks or blotches of black aren’t regarded as an issue, but to have full black wings is seen as an indication of the dreadful intentions that person will have.

Though when you were a child of 5, you didn’t understand why you were shunned. After all, how could you tell a kid that it’s because of the shade of her wings. And even though no one else in your family had the fully jet black wings, you never perceived it as a problem. But your family and the rest of your species didn’t think the same as your naive mind did.

But as you grew older, you began to notice the sneers of adults or how parents would drag their children away from you. They would avoid you almost as if you were the plague.

What it is now: Specks or blotches of black aren't regarded as an issue, but to have fully black wings is seen as an indication of the dreadful intentions that person will have. Though as a child of five, you never understood why you were shunned. After all, how could someone tell a kid that it's because of the shade of her wings? It's just easier to follow what others do rather than go against the flow and actually realize that what you're doing is immoral. And it's even harder to muster the courage to tell a little girl that the reason she's being mistreated isn't that she did something wrong. Instead, it's because of something as simple yet uncontrollable as the color of her feathers.

Though truthfully, at the time, if someone did tell you, you don't even know if you would have understood it. Because while you knew that you were different, no one else in your family having the same jet-black wings as you, you never perceived it as a problem. But your family and the rest of your species didn't think the same as your naive mind did. Their thoughts long since warped and twisted with the beliefs of their predecessors.

And as you grew older, you began to notice the nasty sneers of adults. A look of disgust that was reserved only for you. One so full of resentment that not even the people they hated most in their lives received it. How parents would drag their children away from you the second you were in their eyesight. They would avoid you as if you were more dangerous than the plague that ravaged your home many centuries ago, isolating you to a lonely existence even when surrounded by thousands of your kind. And you didn't think it could have happened, but when you turned ten, everything got worse.

The townspeople that once avoided you would now scream and throw insults so loud that you were sure the next town over could hear. Instead of getting dragged away by their parents, the other children would run away of their own volition. Now old enough to understand all the vile and overall untrue stories the adults were telling them. Not being able to have relationships with others was horrible, especially at the age you were, but you would have happily preferred the loneliness you felt while being shunned in the streets over your parents locking you up like some wild beast.

What it was: Flying through the trees of your mountain home has always been your favorite pastime. And after being locked up for so long, it’s something you are definitely enjoying. Flapping your wings, you hear the leaves on the top of the trees rustle, some drifting towards you in the updraft and sliding across your primary feathers.

Gulping in the cool mountain air, you spiral straight up into the clouds to feel the moisture collect on the surface of your warm skin. Twisting in circles, you take in the view of bright tiger oranges and crimson reds waltzing across the sky as the sun begins to set.

Sadly, your moment of peace is soon interrupted as angered shouts pierce through the clouds. As you peer down through the thinning wisps, you see multiple groups searching the area.

What it is now: Flying through the trees of your mountain home had been one of your favorite pastimes in the few years of freedom you had as a child. And after being locked up for so long, it is something you are definitely enjoying once again.

With the flapping of your wings, your ears are greeted by the once forgotten sound of petals rustling in the strong gusts of wind. Leaves part from their branches, drifting towards you in the updraft and sliding across your feathers as if to welcome you back from your long time away.

You smile, twirling through the air in a dance that the foliage happily follows until a draft carries them off to their next partner. As the flowers waltz away in the breeze, you gulp in the cool mountain air, spiraling straight into the clouds to feel the moisture collect on your warm skin. The water droplets gather on your feathers, and while it slows your ascent, you can't be bothered as they also douse the fiery tension in your soul. Heaving a sigh, you twist in circles, taking in the view of bright tiger oranges and crimson reds spinning across the sky as the dual suns begin to set. This was a sight you took for granted as a child, something you've only come to realize now that it's been kept from you. And while it was horrible being locked away in that stone cell, in a weird way, it made you that much more grateful to see this beautiful view now. So hovering just above the rosy clouds, you take your time to admire the show of colors twisting and twirling together like professional dancers.

But sadly, your moment of relaxation is interrupted as angered shouts pierce through the clouds like a spear through flesh. Grumbling under your breath at the disturbance, you peer down through the thinning wisps. And just like that, your long-awaited peace is shattered, remnants swept away by the wind to a place you can’t retrieve it from.

Your blood runs cold, your heart freezing in the chill that wracks through you at the sight below. Through widened eyes, you watch as multiple groups of Aviants search the area far below, but they aren't just any Aviants. They are the queen's guard.

What it was: Upon reaching the village, you mask your sadness and look around at the place you haven’t been for years. Seeing everyone walking about with smiles on their faces makes you feel happy. But you also feel a burst of deep, burning jealousy with how carefree they are.

You want to march up to them and ask what right they have to be joyful when they’ve kept you locked up for so long, but a bump on your leg stops you from doing so. Looking down, a medium-sized ball sits right behind your foot. Bending over and picking it up, you glance around to see where it came from.

What it is now: Upon reaching the village, you mask your sadness and anger behind your curious gaze, looking around at the place you haven’t been to in years. You find yourself on the outskirts of the village square, the many shops lining the streets not having changed from what you can dredge up from your memory. There are stalls decorated with sparkling jewelry and beautiful beads strategically positioned where the sun's rays will cause them to shine and shimmer. Others are draped in a rainbow assortment of fabrics, anything from soft furs to velvety silks, to meet people's specific needs. Though most shops hold all types of food, meats, fruits, vegetables, breads, spices, oils, and so much more, all the ingredients utilized by surrounding stalls where delicious scents waft from to tickle your nose as they cook and bake to perfection.

People bustle through the streets, a good portion of them shopping at stalls, others passing through to return home or trying to wrangle their kids running amok. But most of them do it with wide smiles adorned on their faces. The sight has a small grin of your own curling upon your lips, their happiness contagious and almost having you joining in their untroubled and joyful nature. Almost. Because as quick as the smile blooming across your face in your cheerfulness starts to blossom, it burns away in a burst of deep, burning jealousy stoked by how carefree they are, leaving nothing but withering ashes.

You want to march up to them and ask what right they have to be so joyful. How they can be so cheerful when they've kept you, an innocent child, locked up for so long, cold, hungry, and confused about what she did wrong. And you were ready to. Ready to blow your cover and see if they felt even a hint of remorse for their actions when seeing what they'd done to you. But an impact on your leg stops you from doing so, the light collision enough to divert your burning rage to a tolerable simmer.

What it was: Gulping nervously, you shrink in on yourself as the golden doors are pushed open, and you’re hauled into the decorated room. At the bottom of the ornate throne, you’re shoved to your knees. You stare at the floor in front of you and ignore the pain from your newly scraped legs.

“So,” you can hear the power in the queen’s voice as it echoes around the mostly empty room, “this is our little runaway?”

“Yes, your majesty. We found her out in the woods.”

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, evil one?”

What it is now: Gulping nervously, you shrink in on yourself as much as the restrictive hands holding you allow. The sneers you're greeted with by a set of four guards on each side of the throne room entrance are not helping your already fraying nerves. You're relieved when their scorching glares are turned from you as they push open the golden doors, though your relief is short-lived as you're hauled into the glittering room to face the monster inside.

The throne room may be beautiful, sculpted in white marble and gold, with large floor-to-ceiling windows draped in velvet silk curtains that allow the sun to shine through, the rays casting everything they touch in an ethereal shimmer. But at the fact that this is where you will receive your punishment, all that beauty melts away into a dark pit of despair, drowning the wonder you held at the sight within its depths.

In truth, this place is not much different than your cellar at home. Bigger, yes. More extravagant, definitely. But it's just as cold and unforgiving, everything looming over you as if to taunt you for getting caught, shadows lashing as you walk past, shaking in their laughter of your inevitable punishment. And the one who sits above it all is none other than the queen herself, the very woman who embodies the wickedness she claims resides in you.

At the bottom of the ornate, jewel-encrusted throne, your progression is halted, and hands set upon you again. You're harshly shoved to your knees, the skin there scraps and tears at the impact, but your nerves keep you from voicing your discomfort over your newly abraded legs. Your head is forcibly lowered in a bow, neck bent painfully, and giving you no other choice but to stare at the floor in front of you. Though the action in itself is brutal, it may be a blessing in disguise as your eyes rove over the tiled floor, counting the scratches in the stone. The familiar habit grants you a bit of calm, and you're able to use it to keep yourself grounded, effectively ridding yourself of your body's trembling in the same process.

"So, this is our little runaway?" The power in the queen's voice echoes around the mostly empty room, drenched in a sickly sweetness used to conceal the sadistic ferocity just under the honeyed veil. Her tone is calm, soft even, but its intensity easily trumps that of the soldiers who caught you, and it tempts the return of tremors to ripple through you under its dominance.

"Yes, your majesty. We found her out in the woods."

"Do you have anything to say for yourself, evil one?"

#Dragon Roars

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dragon430 · 1 year

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Guess who, instead of editing Child Of The Angels as they should be, has actually created over 40 songfic WIPs for the Avatar Way Of Water boys (Ao’nung, Lo’ak, Neteyam, and Rotxo). I’ll give you a hint...it’s me.

#Dragon Don't

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dragon430 · 1 year

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Hello lovelies! I just wanted to send out a quick warning to my mutuals and anyone I follow that may see this. In the next few weeks, you might get blown up with notifications ‘cause I lost access from my spam account where I reblog everything. So, I will be making a new but that means going back and stalking through your guys' blogs to send likes and reblogs again. Apologies now for the spam that will be coming. 😅

#Dragon Roars

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dragon430 · 1 year

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hi there!! i just wanted to say that your spider one shot was soooo good id love to read some more like that if you have the time!!

Thank you 🥰! I don't have any more Spider fics planned as I've been more hooked on Neteyam, Lo'ak, Ao'nung, and Rotxo >.>. But I am doing follower milestone events (the first one being when I reach 200 followers). So when I reach that milestone you can leave requests for him if you'd like 😊

#Dragon Roars

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dragon430 · 1 year

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This isn’t really a request but I love your Spider Soccoro x reader one! 😭 it was so heartwarming and I feel safe!

Aww thank you that means so much 💖. I was honestly a little worried since that was my first time writing for him but I'm happy you liked it!

#Dragon Roars

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dragon430 · 1 year

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Hi!

I am such a big fan of your works!

If you are taking requests I would love just some cute fluff with Miles Socorro/Spider X a fem human reader. Maybe their first kiss or whatever you are comfortable with 🫶🫶🫶

Thank you!!

Aww thank you! And as you have requested here it is, I hope you like it! Though a fair warning this has no editing besides spelling 😅

Fandom: Avatar

Pairing: Spider/Miles Socorro x Human Female Reader

Summary: You’re uprooted from your peaceful day to go on a small adventure with your friend. Will the embarrassment, insecurities, and uncertainty dredged up be worth it in the end?

Warning(s): None Word Count: 2759

"Come on, (First Name)! Keep up!"

You groan at the tug on your arm, trying to keep pace with the nimble boy in front of you as he effortlessly leaps from vine to vine. "Slow down, Spider! You know I'm not used to this."

By this, you mean the dangerous trek up to the Hallelujah Mountains. The stunning islands that float through the air, almost as if by magic, something you would have no trouble believing had you not been told otherwise. Though while their beauty is as breathtaking as much as it is imposing, you would much rather be studying them through videos in the lab. Where it's safe and you have zero chance of falling to your death should you slip.

Normally you wouldn't even think of leaving the lab without some kind of adult escort, finding too much comfort in the safety of metal walls and uncertainty in the wild beyond them. Pandora was a magnificent place, but for a human, it was a death trap, from hostile Na'vi to Eywa's creatures to even the air. So you sought shelter in the lab where none of it could harm you, and you could study its wonders from a safe distance.

But Spider had been able to easily persuade you to rethink that little instinct called common sense to join him on an adventure. All he needed to do was flash you his pleading puppy dog eyes, and you were strapping on your exopack before you could even say yes. Something that you are now slightly regretting as you ascend higher from the ground you could splatter against with one misstep.

Your excited friend, however, doesn't share your worries or your unathleticism as he jumps from vine to vine as if he was born doing it. Which, granted, is practically true as he did grow up spending more time with the Sully kids than anyone else. And you have no doubt this was a common trip they took throughout their many years together.

"Well, it's not my fault you stay holed up in the lab all day doing nothing but boring science" He doesn't even pause in his trek, easily pulling you along as he responds.

"Oh, whatever, but it's not boring. I actually like science, and it's fun, not that you would know because you spend all your time jumping through trees...Huh, no wonder why they call you monkey boy."

He turns to face you at your taunt, smirking at you over his shoulder, "Whatever you say, science girl."

You playfully roll your eyes, jumping across vines spread farther apart as he pulls you across the gap. Your grip on his hand tightens, keeping him in place as you catch your breath, putting your exopack to work to accommodate your gasping inhales.

He waits for you, like always, but with that cocky little expression that you want to slap off his face...or kiss it off. It really depends on what mood you're in that day, though in the end, you never end up doing either.

When you've caught your breath, you straighten, still holding Spider at your side by his hand imprisoned in yours as you give a light slap to his bare arm. "Okay, but seriously why are we doing this?"

"You'll see."

And that's the only answer you get as you continue on in your partially unwilling adventure. Spider at least having the kindness to slow down and walk side by side instead of dragging you around by the arm like a child would a dog's leash. Though his excessive teasing of you not being able to keep up is almost not worth his sacrifice on speed.

Soon enough, you reach the peak of the hallelujah mountains without much more trouble. And to your utmost relief, you were also able to avoid any encounters with ikran with Spider's knowledge of the area. The boy carefully weaved his way through their habitat as if it was as easy as breathing, all the while keeping you tucked safely by his side.

And now you're here waiting for...something. Truthfully you aren't sure what you're waiting for. As soon as you reached the summit, Spider gently pulled you down next to him without another word, sitting on the cliff's edge with his feet dangling over it.

You patiently wait for him to say something, to tell you what this long hike was about, but he just sits there, silently staring out across the horizon. Not that you can blame him; after all, the view from up here is breathtaking.

The floating islands tethered together by thick, intertwining vines seem to come to life in the sun's fleeting rays. It illuminates the fauna, rich blues, and purples reaching your eyes as the sun beckons them from their shade in a last dance before the eclipse. Ikran twist through the bobbing stone, their movements quick and graceful as they dive and dip beneath the fog, the mist following their movements in a swirl each time they emerge. Even the mountains themselves are beautiful. What would normally be plain colors are illuminated in the sun's spotlight, casting a halo around each one that passes through. You realize that 'Hallelujah Mountains' is a fitting name for when they look like this, bathing in light and utterly ethereal as they move through the air as they see fit. But even their beauty can't keep you from questioning why Spider brought you all the way up here.

Spider turns to you at your query, a relaxed smile on his face as he nudges his shoulder to yours, "Just watch."

And so you do. You watch as the sun's light is blanketed by darkness, the world falling silent with its absence. And then you watch as it comes alive again.

It starts as a mere glimmer, a flickering of light that you catch from the corner of your eye. You face it, and as if waiting for your gaze, it continues. The very earth ripples to life, vibrant colors blooming before your very eyes.

You gasp in awe, the very air being knocked from your lungs at the sight. Plants move of their own accord, blossoming in a firework of colors as they reach for the moon as if in thanks. Lakes and rivers shimmer, harnessing the moon's shine to guide wandering souls to their calm waters. Beasts of all kinds prowl through the undergrowth, movements strong and graceful, only accented by the glow that flickers across their bodies. And then there are the Woodsprites. They sparkle among the forest, glittering like stars descended from the heavens as they serenely float through the breeze. Pandora is beautiful when bathed in the sun's bright caress, but it is at night when it truly shines.

Turning to Spider, you expect to find his eyes glued onto the magnificent view before you, unable to look away from the beautiful sight. But as you face him, you find his gaze locked on you, completely ignoring the beauty Pandora has to offer.

He doesn't shy away at being caught. Instead, it's almost as if he relishes in the new attention, head tilting to the side slightly as he seems to observe your very soul. And you can't help but do the same, the words you were going to say clogged in your throat, lips slightly parted from their failed exit.

Rich colors reflect off his exopacks mask, swirling in his eyes until a kaleidoscope of deep blues and bright purples shimmer through his natural brown. Golden flecks glitter in them when the moonlight hits just right, and just like below, it sparks something unreadable to life there, something that only grows the longer you look at him.

A soft smile curls his lips, small but offering more warmth than Pandora's sun and heating your skin just as thoroughly. But it's when he speaks that your brain seems to lose all function, all thoughts brought to a grinding halt except the ones featuring him. All because of how softly he whispered your name, in a tone so unlike his normally playful one that it shocked you to your very core. And as if he hasn't deemed you flustered enough already, he starts to lean in.

Your heartbeat grows fast, thundering louder than a stampede of hammerhead titanothere running to escape an angry thanator. And as the gap between you both starts to close, a tickling sensation erupts in your stomach. Almost as if you've swallowed woodsprites, and they're floating around in there, tendrils fluttering against your insides. But even with the odd feeling, you can't bring yourself to pull away, remaining frozen as his eyes flutter shut, lips but a few inches from yours.

As your lips are about to connect, the clink of glass meeting jolts you both out of your daze, the sound as soft as it was, deafening in the silence that follows it. This time you're both frozen, shaky breaths fogging the inside of your exopack as you try to meet each other's eyes through the haze.

Though as it clears with the steadying of your breathing, you're once again greeted by a sight you've never seen before. Spider's eyes are blown wide, mouth agape as if he's trying to process what happened. But that's not what holds your attention. It's the deep red spreading across his skin like a wildfire that does. The blush starts at his cheeks, but the clearer his mind seems to get, the darker it burns and the farther it spreads until it's sparked down his chest, contrasting with the blue stripes painted there.

You can feel your own face burning, but you force a wavering smirk on your lips in an attempt to hide your own embarrassment. Hoping he's still too distracted to notice the slight quiver in your voice, you break the silence, "Spider Soccoro, di-did you just try to kiss me...with your exopack on?"

And that's all it takes to finally force the rest of the shock from his system.

"What?! N-no!...O-okay, maybe." He physically jumps back, sitting in his original spot before tearing his eyes away from yours. His hands fidget in his lap as he grumbles to himself so quietly that you can only catch the one "so stupid" in self-admonishment.

He's...cute like this. It's a side you've never seen in him as he's always so confident in what he does, and even on the off chance that he's not, he's always able to make a joke about it. But here he is, squirming like a baby viperwolf under your gaze, and you can't help the small chuckle that bubbles past your lips at the drastic difference.

He flinches at your laughter, but you don't give him time to think about it before you reach out for his hand, grabbing it in a firm squeeze. And then you're pulling him up, ignoring his confused questions as you drag him behind you down the path of the hallelujah mountains.

Your roles are reversed this time, you guiding him down the vines as if you've been doing it your whole life while he fumbles behind you, the shock of your actions leaving him clumsy. Though you can't say you blame him, you barely registered what you were doing until you were already leaping from vine to vine.

But for once, you know exactly what to do, no insecurities in the way as his failed attempt at a kiss shattered them like glass. And before you know it, you're back at the lab, still pulling Spider behind you, who's fallen silent on the journey home.

You enter the lab, giving a brief greeting to those you pass but not allowing them to deter your plans. Spider follows behind without complaint, his curiosity keeping his focus squarely on you and nothing else.

It's only when you reach your room, the door sliding shut behind you both, that your nerves resurface. You realize that you literally just dragged your friend-maybe more than that now, through the whole forest without so much as a word. But you can't let the embarrassment drown out your next actions, not when you finally know that he may return your feelings.

So you center yourself with a deep breath, removing your exopack and unceremoniously throwing it on your bed. Then you tenderly reach out for his, shaking fingers fumbling with the latches as you try to untie it from his face.

All the while, he silently watches you, awaiting your next moves with bated breath, which makes you all the more nervous. But you persist, finally pulling the mask from his face and tossing it on your bed, wincing when it smacks into yours.

Your turn back to Spider, catching the slight grimace he wears at the noise before it vanishes as you meet his eyes. You don't give yourself time to think before you speak, too afraid you'll lose your nerve if you do, "So I-I know it isn't as romantic as what you tried to do earlier, b-but considering our need for oxygen, it will have to do."

"What do you mean?" He crooks a brow in confusion, head titled in a way that makes his hair roll across his shoulders like a golden wave over river stones.

You allow yourself one more deep, somewhat calming breath before you cup his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss. He immediately freezes at the contact, arms flying to his sides in shock as he stares down at you with wide eyes. Everything in your being tells you to pull back. That you made a terrible mistake, and this will ruin everything between you both.

But you can't. Consequences be damned, but the little sliver of hope that he likes you back stays rooted in your heart like a mighty oak tree, and it gives you the strength to push forward.

So you snap your eyes shut, the lids clenching tightly to keep yourself from possibly seeing his face scrunch in disgust. And even as your fingers tremble against his cheeks, you tilt your head to deepen the one-sided kiss.

Milliseconds trudge on like an eternity as you wait for a response from him, even if it's to push you back. You're almost ready to pull away, apologize for your misunderstanding and beg to remain friends when one of his arms wraps around your waist.

The impact with a solid chest splits you from Spider as you gasp, eyes flying open in shock. They briefly meet his beautiful browns, slowly darkening under the widening of his pupils, before you're pulled closer to him. His other hand cradles the back of your head as he draws you back to his lips. You freeze for only a moment before you allow your eyes to flutter shut, returning the kiss.

It's sweet and tender, full of warmth just like Spider is; the heat washing over you in a comforting wave. But it's also electrifying, sparking within you like lightning that burns across your lips in a way that leaves you craving more. His strong arms tighten around you, like a promise to protect you from any harm, and you feel yourself practically melt in his embrace.

It's only when his hand squeezes your hip that you pull away from him, lightly gasping as you try to catch your breath. When your eyes lift from the floor, you once again find him already staring at you, eyes soft and a dopey smile so wide you would have sworn it would have only been possible for some kind of cartoon character.

You're so caught up in studying his cute expression that you almost miss his words. "You're wrong." Your confusion must have been visible because he gives a breathy chuckle, his hand sliding from the back of your head to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. "That was perfect."

It takes you all of a second to realize what he's referring to, but when it clicks, a smile blossoms across your face so wide that your cheeks ache. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him to you until you're chest to chest, so you can whisper into his ear.

"You're such a dork, monkey boy."

His hand that was cupping your cheek slides down, leaving tingles in its wake as it joins his other one around your waist. You're pulled impossibly close, and you relish in the smile you feel on his lips as he nuzzles into the side of your neck. "But I'm your dork, science girl."

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