#SKY AND LEG GAVE ME SO MUCH TROUBLE

[shaisuki]

“what's your favorite color?”

megumi asked you, out of the blue. the child sitting beside you while you both looked at the people passing by. his legs swinging a little.

“let me think. it's mmm...”

megumi looks to his side. studying your face while you think of your favorite color. your lips quirking to the side, eyebrows furrowed up. when you reached your answer, your face lightened up.

“blue. my favourite color is blue, megumi.”

“why is that?” he asked once again. your eyebrows raising. megumi never asked for trivial questions such as where do babies come from or something simple as what's your favorite color but the boy's asking and you're more than willing to answer him. an attempt to connect with you and you smiled softly at him.

“it's reminds me of everything that makes me happy, megumi. the sky, the sea and it's the color of his eyes...” megumi gave you a confusing look when your voice died down at the last words.

before he can ask anything again, a annoying, all-too familiar voice interrupted him.

“hello, my two favorite creatures.” slinging his arms in megumi and to you. giving you a large smooch in your cheek and gojo looks to the side. a huge grin breaking out in his face and you swore you never seen megumi so scared before grabbing gojo's blindfold to stop him from terrorizing the poor child.

“satoru, i swear. megumi's going to kill you in your sleep—one day. stop annoying the child.” you warned to him, wringing his blindfold which made him wince from the pain.

“such a meanie—(y/n)!” he pouts, pinching your round cheeks — his cold, long fingers squeezing the flesh with no remorse. this is revenge and seeing you wince, eyebrows knitting in pure annoyance earns the biggest smirk from him. gojo would relish it for a little longer but seeing megumi sending daggers to him made him stop.

“phew. that was tough.” gojo casually began. attempting for the conversation to divert — feigning innocence like he didn't hurt your cheeks and ignoring megumi's glare at him.

“that hurts, satoru.” rubbing the sore spot in your round cheek. you'd be lucky if it didn't bruise. that would really be a pain in the ass.

“it wasn't that hard!” he retaliates. defending his own doings and you just shake your head. arguing with him would be pointless. knowing how gojo never back down. no matter how stupid it is.

“never mind. gumi you want to get ice cream?” pointing out the ice cream truck and megumi nods.

“what about me?!”

“satoru, you're an adult. get it on your own.” reaching out for megumi's hand in which he gladly accepts. his smaller hand holding yours. walking away from the white-haired male wearing blindfold with megumi in your grasp.

you gulped, looking at the corner of your eyes — only to find gojo standing and silent and him being quiet staring at you and megumi, there's chaos brewing in that brain of his and it's never good. it means trouble and despite the park having a fairly amount of people, it's no question he will be doing it.

in which you prepared for the worst. maybe, you can escape it this time.

“megumi.” you call out to the boy. responding to you with a hum. “prepare yourself. your other guardian is going to cause trouble again.” you whispered to him and megumi sweats a little. knowing how this one will end up. could he just have you as his and tsumiki's only guardian? not that troublesome adult who didn't seem to grow up—maturely. beggars can't be choosers or something like that, he knows he owe it to the man but sometimes he don't know how much longer he can endure it. megumi's glad you're around to balance, keep him calm but it never lasts.

you both turned around, and gojo seems like a statue standing there while watching you both and in cue, “run!” you told megumi. bolting to find a place to hide or escape and hoping you'd lost that boyfriend/troublesome idiot of yours.

with you and megumi holding your hand for dear life. yeah, it would be the death of you both if that idiot caught you two. you'll die of embarrassment.

then a full chase began around the park and with lessons yet still to learn and will never be taught. you forgot how gojo's long strides are and with the speed with you and megumi running in even at the headstart. too worried about the shenanigans gojo will bestow to you both.

“gotcha’ (y/n)-chan.” he said in a sing-song voice and adding the chan when teasing you and you felt yourself being lifted up with no chance of escape and you let go of megumi's hand.

“run, gumi!” you told the kid in which he reluctantly obeyed not wanting to leave you but knowing you, he ran in a safe distance watching as you squirmed at his other guardian who won't give you any mercy.

“satoru! put me down this instant!” in which gojo didn't comply. holding your middle with both of his hands while he spins you around. making you squeal and you swear you could feel the stares of multiple eyes.

“nope.” gojo flatly declares.

even with your weight, he still make you feel like you were the lightest person on the planet.

megumi watched in the distance, sitting in one of the tree roots sticking out in the ground. he could feel the annoyance creeping up on him but seeing you happy made him happy too. the annoyance barely affecting him while you laugh at gojo. he can hear the laughter and the cries you were making for the man-child to stop and megumi relished on that. he couldn't help but to feel a little upset about gojo, the man who stopped for letting him get sold by that so called family of his. he knows you and gojo had a life before him but seeing gojo takes all your attention away from him. he simply couldn't help it.

you gave him and tsumiki the utmost care, the unconditional love, making they were satisfied and making sure their wants and needs are met. catching the responsibilities they shouldn't be doing at their age for them to have a normal life. always going for the extra mile to have them taken care. you became the mother they never knew they needed. of course, that weird guy also gave them with the same amount of love but it would never match it with you.

with a plea and string of praises. of course, you complied. you didn't know if you could take more. face hot with embarrassment and your dress in a bunch. crinkling in the corners and you sighed looking at them. “you're the great and handsome gojo satoru! i love you with all my heart!” you shout earlier. never you thought you would stoop that low and just to feed his ego. you're not going to survive another whims he'll whip up. you were glad megumi's not part of it.

there's the casual silence, followed by the small bites in the ice cream you three bought. sitting in the bench under the sky with the soft breeze blowing.

“it's good?” you asked megumi and the boy looks at you and nods. bringing back his attention at his ice cream and you look at the man beside him. contentedly humming while he feasts on the cold treat.

“you got stain here, gumi.” swiping the boy's cheek with your thumb and he stops for a moment for you to clean it properly and goes back once again and gojo seeing it and being the jealous one. he accidentally smears the ice cream in his cheek. “mou~ (n/n) — i think i have some too.” he pouts and you look at him with “are you serious” look. knowing damn well it was intentional. he only smirks and points his cheek to emphasize. someday, you're going to have the chance to slap him, just once.

he leans down to you closer, dangerously close while you hold his jaw to avoid unnecessary movements and for you to wipe the sticky liquid in his face. “done.” you says and there's a cold sensation in your cheek. this bastard.

you decided to be the bigger person today cause if you fought back. there's a full on wild goose chase again. it couldn't be help. you accepted this idiot and you won't be leaving him anytime soon with megumi and tsumiki now in both of your lives.

you three sat there. watching people passed by with ice creams in your hands. it's a cool, windy day under the blue sky.

it felt like it was yesterday. the days and years passing in a blink of an eye and it slip backs into his memory why he asked you what's your favorite color. blue. you fondly told him that with a smile gracing in your lips and that is only memory that stuck him.

under the blue sky. the sunny days. where everybody is basked in it's warmth. the vastness of the blue sky and how it always be a reminder of the happy days. it's always brought a smile to your face, he would remember and he would smile too —a little.

he can't find himself to he happy nor feel a little joy under this weather. droplets of rain falling all over the road, the roofs and the cold wind blowing. puddles of water surrounding the area and he understands why such joyous moments only happens in a warm, sunny day with the blue sky—no clouds.

megumi didn't know what losing someone felt like and he got the first taste of it when tsumiki got cursed and now yours — it was different.

it felt like a ton of bricks and stone is put on him. he feels numb despite of it. he couldn't believe it. how could this happen? you were strong. that's why you survived for so long, enough to see him grow up to be the man he is now today but death's hand is unstoppable. the greatest power on earth couldn't prevent it.

he refuses to see your body laying down in the table. what's bright and warm smile you always give to him — it's gone. replaced by a cold and lifeless expression in front of him. he says he needed to see after all, to see is to believe and he wish he didn't.

the white blanket covering your body and he don't know if he'll cry or not. it's too much. gone too soon and what of your passing to his sensei.

gojo remains silent. the most silent he ever seen him. of course, the loudest he was is when with you. the banters, the witty remarks, your laugh, the squeals when he does something stupid. megumi knew gojo didn't need comfort, not from him. knowing that the cure for that pain is you . he's fighting his own battles too and despite what he felt for the man in his younger days, he still owes him. his life to him and to you.

with no parents stepping up and leaving them to fend for their own. you both came. remembering the day where you scolded gojo to never say anything stupid enough to spook them. he was first to be graced by your smile that day. assuring him that he and tsumiki will be fine. jabbing at gojo telling him that they were going to be fine and it was more than fine.

he couldn't ask anything for more and when the heart could no longer carry the heavy burden of you being gone. his eyes speaks for what the heart can't carry no more. excusing himself leaving the man who you deeply loved more than anything in the world and with the door closing. his eyes opened for the tears to fall.

he's no better than what's megumi feeling right now. fuck, didn't he just promised that he'll protect you so what the fuck this happened.

he wants to scream. curse every living person. his knuckles turning paler than it is — gripping his hair that it'll rip off. you were supposed to be coming home. alive and well. breathing with his name the first thing you'll say and you'd given him the most tight embrace you could muster. “i'm home, satoru.” you are never coming back home.

this is his reality.

he went to approach your body. you look so different. there your face. it was the most brightest when you smiled, laughed even, cried when he's teasing got overboard. he wouldn't get used to this. he needs you laughing and smiling. tell him you love him — that he's an insufferable asshole — that he's your idiot — that—that you're afraid of losing him.

he examined your face, from the shape of your eyes, to the roundness of your cheeks, to the fullness of your lips. you were still his. you look peaceful and he don't want that when you're laying in this table with the mountain of corpses who has been previous laid here.

he wants to see your eyes again. staring right back at him with much adoration and annoyance. he would tease you for hours for the reason your favorite color is blue cause it was the color of his eyes. he can't miss that what you'd told megumi that day. blue makes you happy. his eyes, him. he made you happy and that's important right? he made you happy with the duration of your life with him and that was meant to last for a lifetime with him but it's not going to happen.

he grasp your hand. it's hard and cold. no life and warmth in those hands. the very hands who tenderly cared for the siblings — the very hands who held him every night — that hands that cups his face and you would tell him straight in the eyes that you love him — so — so — much.

“i love you too, (y/n).” he says. slipping the ring he got after the day you both adopted megumi and tsumiki. you're both officially guardians to two children and that means a new start for a family. he didn't know what possessed him that day to get a ring. you're both young with the future ahead of you. it's seems unclear and yet he still got that. one day — one day. he will put that ring to your finger with a promise that he'll annoy you for the rest of your lives together.

he didn't even get to propose to you. always waiting for the right moment but never came and he thinks this is the right moment. he wants to laugh for how stupid he was. the ring would be nicely suited to your ring finger if you were still alive. a promise to spend the rest of your lives together and he can't do that now.

he kisses your forehead one last time before covering you with the blanket. this is goodbye, he guesses. he thinks you're in peace now — no pain, suffering. no one's going to harm you. you're at peace. he told himself.

no amount of grieving will ever rid the pain you inflicted with your passing to the both of them. with the heavy rain pouring.

there will be no promise of blue sky, after this.

#꩜ ⋮ shai's thirst/drabbles⸝⸝ #chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #jjk drabbles #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru x chubby reader #gojo x reader #jjk angst #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #anime x chubby reader #plus size reader

[theemporium]

just clicked through your mv33 core and I feel like, since max didn't really have a rebellious teen phase, reader doing funny stuff with him? maybe skinny dipping or shotgunning all the weird stuff one tries as teen

why would you hurt me like this?? i am so soft?? oh my god?? this could be like a whole series🤠anyways thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

.

“This is stupid.” 

“It’s a pivotal part of teenage rebellion!” 

“Which teenager is stupid enough to do this?” 

“I did it when I was a teenager.” 

“I rest my case.”

You shot the boy a look, but he only grinned in response. 

When you were introduced to the world of Formula One, you had a million and one different people telling you what you should think of Max Verstappen. Whether it was journalists or paddock members or fans online, so many people were telling you what he was like. He was a villain, he was a cheat, he was everything bad with the sport. 

But when you met Max Verstappen, none of those words ever came to mind when you thought of him. 

He was blunt and straightforward with the words he spoke. But he was also undeniably caring and thoughtful. He cared deeply for the people close to him. He gave respect to everyone he met, regardless of their opinion on him. He was dedicated and hard-working, and it baffled you that this man was painted as the big, bad guy of Formula One.

The closer you got to the two-time world champion, the more you learned. There would be countless conversations where you would either find yourself on the phone to him or sat across from him on a hotel bed, legs crossed and smiles wide as you talking about anything and everything. 

When Max opened up about his childhood and lifestyle growing up, you don’t think he realised just how heartbreaking it was. He waved it all off, saying that was just how life was if you wanted to be a Formula One driver. But you didn’t buy it.

And you think, deep down, he knew that wasn’t very true either.

You wanted to change that. You wanted to give him back his years of lost childhood and teenage shenanigans, no matter how stupid or small and insignificant it may seem. You wanted to give him those memories, those experiences. And in all honesty, Max didn’t really care about it—but he liked having those experiences with you. 

“This just seems a bit pointless,” Max spoke up once again, his hands resting on his hips as he stared out at the dark water. “What do you gain from this?”

“An adrenaline rush and the thrill of hypothermia’s early stages,” you grinned back at him. “It never gets old, Verstappen. Skinny-dipping is a key experience everyone must partake in before they turn thirty.” 

Max narrowed his eyes at you. “Suddenly everything about you makes sense, Trouble.”

You grinned at the nickname. “Stop stalling, Max.” 

As much as he tried to avoid staring, he couldn’t help himself. His eyes were glued to you as he watched you pull your shirt over your head and dump it onto the sand beside you. Your shorts soon followed, and you were left in nothing but your bikini.

“Enjoying the view, Maxie?” 

His cheeks burned as he snapped his gaze away from you. He looked ahead of him, at the dark water. He could see the waves lapping against the sand, see the tide rise just before your feet before the water was dragged back in. But he couldn’t see the horizon any longer, not in the light of the moon and stars glittering in the sky.

Maybe that was what made it more thrilling. 

“Fine,” Max huffed before he pulled his shirt over his head. “Let’s do this.”

“That’s the spirit, Verstappen!” 

Max wasn’t even sure what he would feel. He almost imagined an epiphany would hit him the second his body was submerged in the ocean water, that the burning desire to make all the memories you spoke about would become stronger. 

Instead, he was just painfully aware that he was naked in the ocean, with his best friend a few feet away, also naked and grinning at him like he meant something.

“Don’t you feel refreshed?” You called out to him, your arms swaying back and forth to stay afloat. 

“I feel like you might have had a more boring childhood than I did if this is what you did for fun,” he retorted, his lips twitching upwards when he heard you laugh. 

“This is only the beginning, Max,” you said to him, almost like your words were a promise. “We are going to give you the crazy teenage life you should have had.”

His smile was more sincere. “I can’t wait for you to show me the world, Trouble.”

.

#max verstappen #formula one #f1 #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen fic #max verstappen one shot #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one fic #formula one one shot #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fic #f1 one shot

[haddonfieldwhore]

like crazy - vince dunn

vince dunn x gn!reader

summary: after a much needed win, vince is in a good mood while you spend some time enjoying LA

warnings: none i think, just fluff 🩵

word count: 1.3k vibe playlist 🎧✨🌴

you breathed a sigh of relief as you starfished onto your back onto the soft hotel bed. you felt a weight on top of you as vince’s arms circled your waist, his head resting on your stomach as he used you as a pillow. you giggled as his hands tickled up your back, rolling the two of you over to lay side by side, facing eachother. it seemed like the smile hadn’t left his face since the kraken won their game, a rematch of their loss last week against the kings.

“what are our plans for your day off tomorrow?” you asked, and he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hands up in the air as he laughed. you loved him like this; a carefree mood that came to him only after a win, or when he was with you.

“i don’t know. probably enjoying the nice weather and doing some shopping? what do you think?” he asked.

“sure, that sounds good to me. maybe we could go to the pool tomorrow, too?” you suggested, remembering how pretty the pool you had seen earlier on the roof had looked. a mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and there was a playful sparkle in his eyes. “uh oh, what is that look?” you asked, knowing he had an idea in his head.

“we could go to the pool now,” he suggested.

“it closed at 10,” you sighed, looking at the clock that told you it was already after midnight.

“so?” he smiled, and you gave him a look as if to say ‘absolutely not’.

“do you know how much trouble we would get in if-“

“if we get caught. which we won’t,” he promised, and you couldn’t say no.

“okay, fine,” you agreed, and he nearly tackled you in a hug as he rolled on top of you, the two of you a pile of tangled limbs and giggles.

•

the two of you walked hand in hand down the hallway, your bathing suits hidden by normal clothes, and you silently hoped there would be towels by the pool. the elevator surprisingly took you straight up to the rooftop with no issue, despite the pool supposedly being closed. even more surprising was the fact that there was no lock on the gate, and no security. you half wondered if vince had paid the hotel to leave it unattended, but you decided you would ask him about it later; or maybe you wouldn’t bother.

vince kicked off his flip flops and pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossing it onto one of many empty lounge chairs surrounding the turquoise water. you walked over to a little counter area and grabbed a few towels, relieved that you wouldn’t have to drip dry all the way back to your room. getting undressed down to your bathing suit, you felt vince’s hand wrap around your wrist. a squeal left you lips as he jumped into the deep end of the pool, pulling you in after him.

you surfaced from under the warm water, wiping your eyes as you stared at him, a huge grin on his face as he brushed his curls off his forehead. you splashed him, and he laughed as you continued to throw water at him.

“vin!”

“i’m sorry! come here,” he said, and you shook your head stubbornly as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight so you could splash him anymore. “still love me?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, unable to stay mad at him when he was being so cute.

“fine, only if you give me a kiss,” you pouted, and he pulled you against him until you wrapped your legs around his waist. your mouths met in a kiss filled with laughter, your fingers tangled in his hair as the water lapped at your skin.

“the stars are really pretty,” he said, his head tilted back as he stared up at the night sky above you. you however, were too busy staring at him; the small dusting of freckles across his nose, the slightly upturned corner of his lips, the crinkles by his eyes. you admired the water droplets stuck to his long eyelashes, and of course, that one damn curl that always fell perfectly on his forehead.

“you’re pretty,” you countered, and he lowered his head to meet your eyes. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” he smiled.

“i mean it though, you’re like really pretty. it’s kind of unfair-“ he interrupted you with a kiss, and you smiled against his lips, his hands sliding up your back, caressing every inch of your bare skin.

“yeah, well you’re not so bad yourself, he grinned, bumping his nose against yours gently. “all the stars and lights of the city and i’d look at you instead everytime.”

you stared back at him in awe, so hopelessly in love as you tried to find someway to respond to something as sweet as that.

“you’re gonna make me cry,” you pushed his shoulder softly, and he smiled again, and you decided it was your favourite sight in the world.

“put your head under the water and no one will know-“ you cut him off with a splash as the two of you fell into a fit of laughter, and he dropped down under the water, dragging you beneath the surface with him. you coughed slightly as you got your head back above water, your stomach beginning to ache from giggling so much.

“should we call the guys to come hang out with us?” you suggested, knowing that they’d probably enjoy a swim in the pool after a winning game.

“sure, i’ll text the group,” he swam over to the edge, and you watched his muscles flex beneath his damp skin as he climbed out of the pool. “you’re drooling,” he teased, and you flipped him the middle finger as he sat on the lounge chair and pulled out his phone, typing a quick invite to the guys. he looked up to see you had turned away from him, looking out at los angeles as the lights reflected off the water. he snapped a picture with his phone to capture the beauty of the scene, setting it as his lockscreen before reading the few replies he had gotten from the group chat.

it wasn’t long before a few of the kraken players found their way up to the pool area, some of the others having already gone to bed, and some of them deciding not to risk getting caught. it was mostly the younger players that had decided to join you, including tye, kailer, ryker, and brandon.

vince followed the guys into the pool, and you covered your face to protect from the splash as tye canon balled into the water next to you.

“dude, we’re supposed to be sneaky, remember?” vince laughed as he splashed water in his direction, tye pushing you in front of him to use your body as a shield.

“we can just hide under the water if someone comes up here,” kailer suggested, and you all failed to contain your laughter, definitely being way too loud.

“we’ll just say it was the rookies idea,” tanev teased, playfully headlocking ryker, who looked a little nervous that he was being serious.

“it’d be way more believable to say it was your idea, turbo,” you argued, and the others agreed, tanev holding his hands up in surrender.

“alright, alright, make the guy who scored a goal take the blame, i see how it is.”

the splashing and giggling continued into the early hours of the morning, until all of your fingers and toes began to turn wrinkly from the water, and the air started to get colder. but it didn’t matter, right now you were surrounded by the people you loved, and up so high above the city, you felt like you were on top of the world.

yeah, you definitely loved when the kraken won, you decided.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

#vince dunn fic #vince dunn x reader #vince dunn imagine #vince dunn #seattle kraken #seattle #kailer yamamoto #tye kartye #brandon tanev #ryker evans #kraken nhl #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl players #real person fiction

[spid3namy]

— PICNIC DATE

pairing : e-1610!miles x mixed!gn reader

summary : miles takes you out on a cute little picnic date to show you how much he loves you

contains : fluff + first kisses

word count : 530

notes : i thought this idea was super cute and super easy to write amidst my writer’s block. i think i’m probably gonna write more short little one-shots like this but idk yet since writers block lowkey sucks ass lol. 

“you got something on the side of your mouth, amor..”

Miles leaned forward and wiped the corner of your mouth gently, a sweet smile on his face as he allowed himself to sit back in front of you.

It was so romantic. 

The both of you had really busy schedules and could barely find time to be with one another but this.. this was a great day for the both of you to be together. 

Being Spider-Man could cause a lot of strain and troubles with relationships but you always understood. You always understood how hard things were for him and never judged him. That’s why Miles loved you so damn much.

“you’re such a dork, Miles”

Miles smiled at your words, his brown eyes shining under the light. He hummed and shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich as he stared at you.

You were gorgeous in his eyes. The way your hair looked flawless each day, the beautiful color of your eyes, your fashion sense. Everything about you was just perfect. There was never a day where he wasn’t thinking about you.

You were always on his mind.

“You know you love me, y/n”

You roll your eyes at his stupid comment, letting out a small chuckle and moving closer to him as you stare at all the birds that flew around in the sky. 

“I think you’re delusional.”

“I think you’re a liar.”

You chuckle and shake your head, looking up at him with that sweet smile of yours. The same smile that never failed to make him swoon. God, he was so whipped. And he knew that you knew that.

“You’re such a dork, boo”

Miles gave you a grin and soon moved closer to you. Like real close. So close that your nose touched his. He looked nervous as hell. Like this was scaring the shit out of him.

“Can… can I kiss you?” 

You nod your head slowly, your e/c staring into his beautiful brown eyes. Miles leaned forward and pressed his lips against your gently. It was clear he had no idea what he was doing yet it still felt perfect. 

It wasn't a very long kiss, only a few seconds but it still caused his heart to race. Miles felt like he had been on cloud 9. You made him feel that way very often. Anytime he was near you, he was on cloud 9. You just had that effect on him. And he enjoyed it.

“You happy now, dork?”

Miles let out a small chuckle and nodded, giving you a smile and allowing his hands to rest on his legs. You smiled and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before you went back to eating. 

“I love you, y/n..”

“Yeah, I know.”

Miles raised an eyebrow and stared at you, letting out a small yet somewhat offended noise from your response. He had to be hearing things, right?

“Ain’t you gonna say it back?”

“It back.”

“Okay. You’re done now. Go back to eating.”

You grinned at him and went back to eating as Miles rolled his eyes. You were such a handful to him sometimes.

#spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #e1610 miles #e1610 miles x reader #miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #into the spider verse #miles morales x you #fluff #miles morales fluff

[mochi-yu]

Empathy pt.1

Lo’ak/fem!reader

(re-written)

pt.2 pt.3

The world of pandora was vast in terrain and creatures, being a home for various species of fauna and Na’vi - the indigenous natives who inhabited Pandora as their home. The planet was covered in varying green hues of lush green jungle to translucent blue oceans reaching as far as the eye could see. Some would say the most breathtaking part of Pandora was its large territory of tropical land with it’s fearful creatures, multiple subspecies of biota and phosphorescent overgrowth. Nothing could compare to the sight of your fortress high in the mountains however.

You sat between your Na’vi friends legs, his arm laid loosely on his propped knee as he let you patch him up, brows slightly furrowed at the stings of his wounds. If only he wasn’t such a skxawng then he wouldn’t be in this predicament. Your fingers dipped into the yalnabark, smearing it tenderly over his chest.

“You could’ve died you know..” your voice was soft but he noticed the irate undertone, he knew that. The lecture his father gave him was more than enough to sour his mood, he didn’t need to be reminded. Your fingers felt the way his chest rose and exhaled rigidly, peering up your eyes trailed the outline of his tense jaw and his furrowed brow, a deep sigh left your lips.

They had intercepted a supply train on route to the sky people’s stronghold, Brighead City, effectively bombing the tracks resulting in a successful loot. The two Sully brothers were lookout, scoping out the perimeter on their Ikrans with their duty to relay any odd activities to their father, Jake Sully, but the younger brothers sense of curiosity and adventure got the best of him, unfortunately pulling his older brother into his mischief to relive their post and be a part of the ground team. Ultimately failing to report the approaching gun ships.

Although the ground team was able to bring down most of the ships, one was able to shoot a few volleys of missiles with one of them blowing Neteyam a few feet away. To say the lecture they received was bad was an understatement - Lo’ak got an earful from his father and was prohibited from flying for a month, Neteyam had to get his wounds patched up by his grandmother.

You stood from your kneeled position, bending at the waist to softly push Lo’aks head back so he was coaxed to look at you, his troubled golden eyes looking into your own yellow hues - “I know you’re in a bad mood right now but you did promise me a patrol..” your lips trailed off, happily watching the look in his eyes slowly disappear and his tense features finally relax. A smirk pulled at his lips, hand swatting your own away from his head before grabbing your upper arm and rushing out of the hut in search for the rest of your group.

“A promise is a promise!”

Upon finding the rest of the members of your party you all decided to stop by the biolab where Norm and Max, along with all the scientist, transferred into their avatars and did their research; which also housed your mothers tank. Kiri and yourself happily agreeing to see mom before departing.

The two of you had been birthed by Grace’s avatar in a mysterious conception as it happened a few months after her passing -no clue on who your father was or where he was. Kiri and yourself both had some differences in appearance compared to the other Na’vi, from your five fingers, slightly more humanistic appearance, to your odd bond with Eywa. But Kiri was the one with the closest connection, often finding her in a deep slumber on the forest floor with the blades of grass pulsating around her like ocean waves, able to hear Eywa’s mighty heart beat.

But you could not.

It was not a known fact to the rest of your family or the clan but Kiri had a gift, a gift you knew would make others believe she was a freak, as so she only shared this gift with you; her sister. You did not have as much of a strong connection with Eywa but you were much more in tune with your world, your Ikran accepting you with no troubles, feeling the waves of life through Pandora, much more sentimental to all living things - you saw the planet in a whole different perspective. It was like a living breathing being. This undoubtedly made your relationship with Kiri much more sentimental, sharing the same feelings of being different. Outcasts.

you all flooded into the building, shooting a quick hello to Max and Norm before you and Kiri made a B line to your mothers tank, your sister hopping on top of the tank in a straddle before lowering with outstretched arms - hugging the glass. Snatching one of the small computer screens, you sat on the counter, finger swiping to find your mothers vlogs; hearing Kiri mumble a faint ‘hi mom’.

You especially loved watching the ones where she would go on and on about Pandoras fauna and flora, the awe on her face and pure delight in her voice as she described every minuscule detail made your heart ache. You would’ve loved to meet her, your shared love of the world was identical. Truly your mothers daughter.

Spider leaned against the tank railing watching Kiri as she traced your mothers face over the glass, his lips a faint smile. His crush on her was obvious, it hurt to watch truth be told, he followed her around like a lost puppy. You giggled behind your hand.

“What are you giggling about?” Lo’ak appeared in the room, walking over to the counter where you sat and propping a leg on it, an oxygen mask dangling around his neck, he eyed you; your head tilted towards the two, watching his face grimace. You held back a laugh.

Lo’ak peered down at the screen in your hands, the silence lasting only seconds before he trailed off, “So who do you think knocked her up?” you inwardly groaned, “pretty sure it was Norm.”

Spider piped in, chuckling, “totally!”

Kiri and you exchanged annoyed looks, staring at the two boys with an incredulous look on her features as she hopped down, “You do not deserve to live!”

The Sully boy gestured to his human friend while pointing at the screen, “No, no, think about it right..” making hand gestures.

Spider pursed his lips, holding in a laugh as Lo’ak continued, “He’s the teachers pet, he’s at the lab with her all the time..”

Kiri’s face was deadpan, glancing at you before turning to the two boys, her words serious. “I would kill my self. I would drink acid.”

Spider couldn’t contain himself any longer, letting out a heart snicker as he pointed at the computer screen, “Bro you’re right, he’s like in every shot! L-look look he’s giving her the looks!” Kiri snapped her gaze to him, giving him an exasperate “Hey!” You offered her an apologetic smile, inwardly finding this whole conversation entertaining.

“See I’m thinking their two avatars went out into the woods,” Lo’ak placed a hand on his chest, tone suggestive as he turned to you for a second, a playful smirk on his lips, “all alooneee..”

Your foot connected with his ankle, giving him a light kick with your hand covering you mouth to conceal your laughs, Kiri lightly shoving Lo’ak with a disgusted ‘gross!’

“Guys, guys, sometimes it’s not so great to know who your father was!..” all of the attention turned to Spider, the smile on his face twitching insecurely as the atmosphere in the room turned awkward, feeling small from all of the focus on him. His face fell, hurriedly turning his back to you all - “whatever, don’t even remember him”

Lo’ak and you glanced at one another, Kiri made her way behind him, hugging him and grasping onto his upper arms, giving him supportive squeezes, her words were full of resolve, no doubt in her mind.

“You are not him..”

You disagreed with whoever said that within the forest was the most beautiful place to be, wholeheartedly believing Pandora’s most greatest creation to be the Ayram Alusìng - the momentous floating mountains with cascading waterfalls and thick girthy vines connecting each individual summit to another, the land below like a large green blur from how distanced the Hallelujah mountains were from stable terrain. The adrenaline that shot through your veins from nimbly jumping from vine to vine, branch to branch was unparalleled by anything else.

The zephyr winds carried your laughter along the sky, your journey down to the forest below was distant and challenging, having to descend from the high mountains and down the cascading vines with precaution of not falling to your death. Growing up in this land made you skilled mountain and forest dwellers, being able to easily maneuver the ways of the forest. Tuk awed and oohed at the plethora of flora that brushed against the skin of her arms as you all made way through the narrow path of a large fallen log. Spider and Lo’ak eagerly walked ahead, leading the way. Lo’aks keen desire for adventure yet to be satisfied, honestly you wouldn’t doubt if that desire was never fulfilled, he was a curious soul that yearned to find new things to learn and discover, even if it cost him lectures and his fathers anger. You knew he felt like the black sheep of the family, his fathers attention always focused on Neteyam.

Always living behind his fathers legacy of Toruk Makto and his brothers golden child status, in the shadows, trying to live up to his father’s expectations. His reckless behavior a consequence of such pressure, only gaining his fathers recognition through mischief and trouble making.

Tuk kneeled down to brush her fingers against the tentacles of a nearby plant, laughing in joy at the strange sensation.

“Tuk keep up!” The eldest Sully called out, she whined before catching up, her pace right behind yours as your tail brushed against her cheek teasingly.

“Bro why’d you bring her anyways?” Spider breathed out, all of you coming to a halt as Lo’ak faced the group, his tone slightly irate. “She’s such a crybaby!-“

“I’m telling, you’re not supposed to go to the battlefield, I’ll tell mom if you don’t let me come.” He mocked, pitching his voice higher to mimic Tuk’s, she stuck her tongue out at him. Kiri gave him a look as he continued onward, you all followed behind - “Don’t pick on her!”

Lo’ak hoisted himself onto the large curve of a fallen tree, his hands expertly climbing up the vines and onto the remnants of a long forgotten gun ship, moss had made it’s home in both the exterior and interior, thick vines holding the broken machine up in a bittersweet embrace. Your eyes watched fondly as Lo’ak inspected to his hearts desire, tracing his fingers along every dent and arrow puncture. He truly was his happiest went out adventuring.

“Hey, where’s Kiri?” You heard Spider inquire from below, him and Tuk looking around amongst the plethora of Forest tree trunks and large bushes. You crouched down, a hint of worry crawling into the back of your mind as you too observed around you, looking for any sign of her, she was probably off doing what she does best.

Daydreaming.

“Spider could you go find her for me please? I’ll stay here and make sure Lo’ak doesn’t get into any trouble.” Your voice softly pleaded, the wink you gave him made his cheeks flush, giving you a thumbs up before running off with Tuk, you knew the human boy wouldn’t pass up on some alone time with Kiri.

“Why’d you wink at him for?” Lo’ak looked down at you from his position beside your crouched form, his eyes gazing at your back. You stood, turning to him, sizing him up with your hands clasped behind you, “What? Are you jealous?” Those teasing yellow eyes peering up at him through long lashes. His gaze unwavered.

He craned his neck down, the height difference between you obvious. You could almost feel his breath on you, his eyes vague but his stare intense. It almost made your teasing falter - “So what if I am?”

His words caught you by surprise, your usual calm demeanor hesitated, the warmth on your cheeks spreading. Lo’ak was never this bold in his response to your teasing, it made butterflies in your tummy.

You broke your gaze from his, hands connected with his chest in a light shove before making your escape, “Don’t say stuff like that!”

His laughter echoed in the forest as his footsteps trailed behind you. “Cmon bro, that wasn’t even my best!”

Lo’ak chased after you, weaving through stray branches and overhead leaves, the wide smile on his face a stark contrast to the forest around, the breeze from his speed blowing against his cheeks. Everything in his peripheral was a blur, only focused on you and the way your body curved with every turn, legs nimble as they jumped over rocks, branches. It reminded him of when the two of you were younger, chasing each other through the forest with his fathers regards long forgotten, searching for insects, rocks, and crystals; he had forgotten how much he enjoyed your rendezvous.

You arrived at a small clearing, the suns warm rays leaking through the canopy of trees above, the feeling of lush blades of grass underneath your feet ever so inviting. Lo’aks steps started to slow down, wondering why you had stopped, the feeling of your fingers wrapping around his hand and pulling him down with you interrupted his questioning, your giggles flowing into his ears - his body landed on soft ground, chest heaving as the adrenaline from the chase starts to come down.

Your body laid facing his, watching as his chest rose and fell before looking up at his face, golden eyes already on you. Your lips pulled into a smile, unaware of your still intertwined hands, “brings back memories doesn’t it?”

He nodded, eyes drooping, with his mind tracing back to the past, when times were simpler and he needn’t worry about expectations. His hand squeezed yours, savoring in the warmth. Ever the observant girl, you noticed the way his eyebrows furrowed and his slight tightness on your hand, “Something wrong?” you inquired.

He was silent for a few seconds, slightly hesitant. His eyelids opened but he looked up at the trees above, watching the breeze prompt them to dance, “I wish it was the same as before, without my fathers yaymak rules and expectations..”

“Times change Lo’ak. When we were younger we did not have to worry about sky people or responsibilities..” he grunted at your words, knowing there was truth behind them. You continued, “your father is Olo’eyktan, you and Neteyam are his sons, you will take his place when the time comes, I believe he simply wants to keep you safe Lo’ak.” Your words were gentle, he appreciated your listening ears and the way you thought deeply of ever word you said to him, but his resentment had grown over the years.

the grip on your hand tightened further, his fingers caressing the tip of your own, “He does not even acknowledge me, ____.” He shifted his gaze from the trees and onto you, his eyes held such emotion within them, your heart ached for him.

“it’s always Neteyam, Neteyam, Neteyam- I am tired of always being compared to my brother..”

His breaths were rigged. You sat up, inching closer to him as you brought your intertwined hands to your chest, causing Lo’ak to prop himself up, slightly embarrassed at revealing his troubled feelings. But you understood, you always have, your own thoughts of not being as good enough as your sister coming to mind. She has always been closer to your mother compared to you, having an unyielding connection with Eywa, being able to hear her heart beat and mothers whispers. It was something you longed for, to feel known to your own mother. It was truly frustrating.

The silence that curtained the two of you was tranquil, the rustle of the leaves and chirping of the prolemuris flooded your ears. Eyes swirling with his own, an unspoken understanding between the two of you, you didn’t have to say anything, he had long known. Revealed to him when you were fourteen, the same time when he started to let you be a part of his own troubles. It’s what made you closer, attached. It’s what made those feelings blossom from friendship to something beyond, too scared to explore those feelings caused a rift in your relationship but the lingering touches and stares preserved, teasing the possibilities.

You had long known that you no longer saw Lo’ak as the childish boy from your childhood, the boy who always stole you away from your studies and friends, dragging you along with him to the forest to explore, the boy who shoved rocks and little finds into your face with a wide grin, beaming with pride at his new discoveries. But you were scared. Scared of causing an even further rift, but you knew you had to get your point across, have him know and understand that you saw him for who he was, not for who his father wished.

He felt the way you hesitated, the tremble of your hands that you fought to suppress but he was adept at catching the smallest of details, watching as you inhaled deeply before letting out a deep sigh, your eyes searching his, lips parting as you finally spoke.

“I see you..”

#avatar the way of water #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak #lo’ak sully #neteyam #neteyam sully #kiri sully #tuk sully #atwow #atwow imagines #lo’ak x y/n

[ghost-runner]

“Useless” and “Troubled” until the End: Pt. 1

Sully Family x “Useless” Fourth Child male reader

Summary: Y/N is the fourth child of the Sully family after Lo’ak and before Tuk, however, things don’t always seem to be great about being a Sully child when you are forgotten about a lot of the time. It doesn’t help when you also don’t get the normal training or bonds your siblings did so you tend to get into trouble a lot for trying to prove yourself doing the things your siblings can do.

Warnings: Gore, blood, cursing, family arguments….

Note: I’m not too well versed in the language of the Na’vi so I’m not going to try doing it, just in case I end up completely butchering it without meaning to.

— Y/N POV

I knew better than to be out by myself at these hours against my father’s orders. Even after already being grounded once for disobeying dad’s orders a few days ago for secretly following my brothers on a hunt, I don’t care if I get into more trouble for being out here right now. I’m the “black sheep” of the Sully family as some Sky-people would say from what I know of my dad’s home planet of Earth. I never had much training from my parents as I grew up so this caused me to learn from my siblings and train myself in secret behind everyone’s back. This has strained my relationship with my parents and it doesn’t help that dad has been harsh on Neteyam, Lo’ak, and I with raising us, further straining said relationship with him and mom.

Clearing my head, I let out a deep breath as I enjoy the very early morning Pandora air. I love how it’s always peaceful which is my favorite time of day to be by myself and where I can enjoy being me. Although, I’m not here to just enjoy the peace and quiet…i’m here to prove myself. I silently watch as a Thanator passes through the Pandora jungle brush while I slowly follow it from the treetops above the ground. The carnivorous beast stops for a moment as I ready my bow from my back and grab three arrows before readying them on the bow’s bowstring. The beast then jumps at a direhorse, killing it and began eating some of the meat from the direhorse. I readied the three arrow shot before I let the arrows fly. I grinned as they all met their target. The first two arrows went into the beasts legs, throwing it off balance before the third arrows pierced the side of the beast’s hide, throwing it to the ground on its side as it let out a roar of pain. I smile at the sight of my self-training paying off after needing to teach myself my skill set. I put my bow away onto my back as I approached the Thanator before drawing a knife I made years ago when I was 10 years old.

(The knife)

I came face to face with the beast and gave it a sign of respect before I grabbed its head to keep it still as I stabbed the Thonator in the top of the skull. I then used my knife to cut chunks of meat from the body of the dead carnivorous beast for food for my family and I also pulled out a few of the creature’s teeth to put on some bracelets I’m making for my siblings and parents. I love my family, even if they may not give me much attention. I only now realized that my family probably doesn’t even know that I’m out on my own without supervision or someone to watch my back. I sigh at the fact I’m so used to being in the background, I’m used to my family forgetting about me, not asking about me, or worrying about me too much unless I’m actually noticed. I’m usually the one babysitting Tuk while everyone else is busy, I sigh at knowing I’m just the one to be held back and not prepared. I quickly grab hold on the necklace my grandmother gave to me in secret that once belonged to my grandfather before he passed away and let a few tears roll down my face. Whenever I wear it, I always feel the presence of someone watching over me wherever I am which I like to believe is Grandpa watching over me with a smile on his face.

I wipe my face of my tears and shake my head to clear my mind as I finish up with the beast, leaving me with three full bags of meat and a pouch full of Thanator teeth. I’m happy with my work and I then whistle for my Ikran, Ro’nea or “Ghost” as I sometimes call her due to her fully pale white color. When I was young, Dad told me about things from when he was on Earth, these white things called “ghosts” were one of my favorite things he told me about and that’s where I gave her the nickname from. Ro’nea finds me and lands next to me as I attach the bags of meat to the harness I made for her. I rub her head and look at her left eye which still bears a red patchy scar going across it. I still remember the day when we crash landed after we bonded, resulting in that very scar on her eye and leaving me with a scar going from my right ear across my cheek to the side of my mouth. I still remember that day also because I had to tame my Ikran myself because my parents were too busy to help me at the time and I didn’t bond with her until only a few weeks ago which is why Ro’nea and I crash landed in the first place. I sigh when I realize that my family just doesn’t seem to care much for me. I get onto Ro’nea and we begin our journey home.

When I got back to the family Hometree, I saw my parents, Jake Sully and Neytiri; my brothers, Lo’ak and Neteyam; my sisters, Tuk and Kiri; were all still asleep. I looked out at the horizon and saw that the sun was halfway of coming up. I got to work on cooking breakfast for everyone using the meat I gathered earlier and put together a decent looking meal to me at least. I finished the preparations on the meals for everyone when I felt a wave of exhaustion hit me from everything in the last few hours. I’d rather get some sleep over facing the family questioning me about what I was doing up early and alone when I’m supposedly “inexperienced” and “incapable”. I went back outside the Hometree and I began to climb up the trunk to where I have a small area carved out that is a perfect secluded area for me to sleep. I got comfy in my spot and I drifted off to sleep. However, I failed to realize I still had drops of blood on my face and blood spots on my arms and torso from cutting the meat off the Thanator.

— 3rd Person POV

A few minutes after Y/N fell asleep, the rest of his family stirred awake from their night of sleep. Kiri and Neteyam were the first ones to wake up to the smelly aura of food in the home. After getting up from bed and reaching the table, the two oldest children were shocked at the spread of food of meat, fruit, soup, and drinks that were prepared to perfection in front of them. The noise of a crackle made them turn to outside where a small fire pit was smoldering after being used by Y/N to cook the meat. Out of the corner of their eyes, they spotted Y/N’s bloodied knife on a table to their left next to Y/N’s bow and the pouch of teeth. Lo’ak and Tuk were the next of the Sully family to wake up to the sweet smell of food, the two now excited to eat something delicious and yummy. Once they saw the food, the two looked to the oldest children to ask if they made the food.

Lo’ak: Morning Kiri. Morning, Nete. Who prepared breakfast?

Kiri and Neteyam both look at each other.

Kiri: I don’t know, however, I saw something over there.

Kiri gestures over to where the table with the bloody knife is. Lo’ak went over and spotted it immediately before grabbing it and inspecting it. He has never saw the knife before today and was amazed at the craftsmanship of said blade.

Lo’ak; Who’s knife is this? It’s still covered in blood.

Neteyam: I’ve only seen that blade one other time. I think it’s Y/N’s knife. So it was him that made breakfast. But…what was he doing up so early and why is his knife bloody? He knows he needs someone with him as he’s inexperienced and he doesn’t even have an Ikran yet!

Tuk: Where is Y/N?

The four siblings looked around the Hometree and didn’t find him. They looked towards their parents who were just waking up from their deep sleep. Jake was rubbing his eyes as he opened them and was greeted by the smell of food. Neytiri got up slowly and stretched her back before blinking a few times to clear her eyes.

Jake: What’s that smell? Who cooked breakfast?

Neytiri: -sniffs the aroma in the air- It smells like smoked Thanator meat, Yovo fruit, Fungus Soup, and milk. (I’m not sure what they have to drink in the Avatar universe so I’m going with milk as it seems like something they’d have.) Who made it?

Neteyam: We believe Y/N prepared it. However, there is something we need to talk about. Lo’ak, show Mom and Dad what we found.

Lo’ak turned around to reveal the bloodied knife was certainly a surprise to Jake and Neytiri. They quickly got up and rushed over to Lo’ak who still had the bloody knife in hand.

Jake: What the hell happened?! Is anyone hurt?!

Neytiri quickly checked all present children with zero results of finding injuries.

Kiri: Dad! Mom! We’re all fine. But that blade…That’s Y/N’s knife.

Jake and Neytiri both freeze at this revelation.

Neytiri: It’s Y/N’s!?! Where is he?!?

Neteyam says that he doesn’t know where the middle child of the Sully family is at. Both parents look at each other worriedly and ran out of the Hometree to find their missing son. Once outside, the children followed to find their brother. The family searches around when Tuk notices a small nook in the upper parts of the Hometree above them with what looked like a Na’vi tail poking out and she shows Kiri what she saw. Kiri sees what Tuk saw and climbed up to see what it was. She reached Y/N’s small carved out nook and frowned at the sight in front of her. It was her youngest brother alone in the nook as he was curled up in a ball and shaking. The fresh blood on his body that surprised Kiri a lot.

Kiri: I found him! He’s up here!

Y/N slowly stirs tiredly before rubbing his eye and blindly the sleepiness from his eyes only to be met with his older sister looking at him worriedly. He got up in shock which resulted in him banging his head on the roof of his small nook area.

Y/N: Ow.

Kiri: Y/N… Is everything all right?

Y/N: Yeah.. why do you ask?

Kiri: Well, Dad and Mom want to have a talk with you. I think it’s pretty serious considering we found your knife covered in blood and you still have blood on your body….

Y/N: Shit… I thought I washed it all off. -sighs- Let’s go see what they have in store for me.

The two siblings climb down from Y/N’s little nook in the upper branches and he is face to face with his mother and father. Jake is royally pissed at his son for disobeying orders for a second time while Neytiri is looking at her third oldest child with worry about what happened earlier in the morning. Jake turns around to the rest of Y/N’s siblings and tells them to go eat.

— Y/N POV

My siblings turned around to head back inside our home before Dad turned back to me with anger written all over his face. I honestly couldn’t give two shits about what he thinks when I barely get the time of day from him without needing to disobey his stupid orders to get his attention.

Jake: You got anything to say for yourself, soldier?

Y/N: What is there for me to say? I went out against your orders because I’m apparently “not experienced enough” to hunt or do anything besides help Kiri and watch Tuk when I need to. Apparently, I need to prove myself to you.

Jake: Watch your tone with me, Y/N! I am your father!!Why did you disobey direct orders?!

Y/N: Since have you even cared about how I feel with that shit?!? I’m practically fucking useless because of the limitations I’ve had throughout my life!! I have had zero training at all with hunting or being resourceful, the only experience I have that is being even remotely useful is helping as being a healer with Kiri when we go to learn from our grandmother! I’ve had to train myself how to handle my own shit which still is not good and is not enough around here at all!!!

I’m practically shaking with anger from my small outburst as my tail curled up im anger. Dad is taken aback at my outburst with how I felt. He then sighed at the sign that I had inherited his hot-headed temper and stubbornness as well at the fact that he knows I’m right. He hasn’t been there for me when I needed him most.

Jake: -sighs- I know, Y/N. But your time will come, I promise. In the mean time, you’re double-grounded because of your disobedience.

I roll my eyes angrily in annoyance at my father’s words of being grounded again even after already being grounded once and turn away from my parents as some tears form in my eyes. Mom hadn’t said a single word the whole time that Dad and I were arguing. She turned to Dad and squeezed his hand to signal to let her take over now and Jake nods to her. Mom then walks over to me as I now have a few tears going down my cheeks as she kneels down to my height. She pulls me into a hug as she shushed me to calm me down and whispers calming words into my ear. I let my tears fall for a few seconds before I turn around and hug her back as I silently lets the waterworks flow down. Dad looked absolutely heartbroken at the sight of me like this. He knows he messed up badly with how he brought me up, but he also knows that I am stronger than I look and better than what I let on. Mom is speechless at how broken I am from feeling practically useless.

Neytiri: Y/N, we love you and your brothers and sisters more than anything in life itself. We never meant for you to feel like this. We’re sorry.

Y/N: I-I know, Mom. I k-know.

Neytiri: Come on. Let’s just go eat the amazing breakfast you prepared.

Y/N: Alright, I just w-want to have a word with D-dad before I go in.

Neytiri: Of course, my son.

Mom let go of me and went inside our home before I look back up to Dad after I quickly composed myself.

Y/N: Dad.

Jake: Yes, son?

Y/N: You do know that I love you regardless of whatever happens, right?

Jake: I do, Y/N. I want you to know that no matter what I still love you too. I know I don’t say it enough.

Y/N: But…..you need to think about how you treat your children. You treat Neteyam, Lo’ak, and I like we’re soldiers in a military squad. I can’t do anything like in a squad and I don’t deserve the stupid treatment you give me. The same goes for the shitty way you go with Neteyam and Lo’ak. This is a family, not a squad. And you’re our father, not our drill instructor. This will end up with consequences that you won’t want to happen if it continues. You could end up driving one of us away from the family.

Dad gives me a look of shock and a bit of fear from what I just said to him. I know how much he cares about all of us and he doesn’t want to lose any of us. I really didn’t want to have to say something like that, but things have gotten to the breaking point that I just let it slip without any thought. I just stare at my father while he sees that I’m serious about what I said and I walk past him without a second thought back into our home. I walk towards the table where the rest of my family is sitting down and talking about whatever when I feel something grab my leg making me look down. I look down and see Tuk giving me a hug around my right leg.

Tuk: Thank you for the breakfast, Y/N.

I laugh at her cuteness and rub her head.

Y/N: Of course, Tuk.

She pulls away from my leg and opens her arms which makes me laugh. I nod to what she wants me to do. and get down on one knee to give her a full hug. I continue to hug her as i pick her up and jokingly spin around with Tuk still in my in my arms as she giggles at my antics. This is one of her favorite things to do with me. I always treasure the bond I share with my youngest sibling, Tuk. She’s a ray of sunshine in my dark times while I’m her rock in her troublesome times. I put her down with both of us laughing and she runs back to the table of food. I get up from my knee and see the rest of my family smiling at me. I smile back at them and go to sit at the table with them. I grab the lone empty seat that was between Kiri and Neteyam and grabbed a plate of meat and fruit as well as a bowl of the soup. My three older siblings give me different looks written on their faces because they heard what I said to Dad, with Lo’ak looking at me with face of surprise at what I said to Dad, Kiri giving me a look saying “I’m here for you if you need someone to talk with, little brother.” and Neteyam gave me a look of understanding as he understood how I felt from Dad being harsh on us. I shrug it off as I know things will probably just stay the same and I’m at my point where I just don’t give a single fuck about it anymore. I start to eat some Yovo fruit as I quietly look around at the family talking with one another without anyone paying me any mind while we all are and talked.

I roll my eyes at the usual occurrence that I’ve become accustomed to and shake my head dismissively with my ears going flat against my head. I stop eating as I lost my appetite at the shitshow that happened last between me and Dad before I get up and leave the table without anyone noticing. I head to the hammocks that all of the family members sleep in before I climb into the one that’s mine and pull out a small journal out of my pillow where I hide said journal. I found this old journal while I was out scavenging alone one day and stumbled upon an old Sky-people base that had not been raided. Anyways, I open my journal and grab the pencil I keep with it before I start writing into my journal. I write down how well my training is going to myself and what I can improve on. I fail to notice Lo’ak look over to see me in my hammock when he was going to ask me how I learned to expertly make the food when he saw I was no longer at the table.

— 3RD PERSON POV

Neteyam went to ask Lo’ak something when he saw his younger brother looking away from the table. Neteyam then looks over to where Lo’ak is looking to see Y/N writing in a small journal before the alone Na’vi boy closed the journal and put it back into his pillow. Y/N then fluffed the pillow before rolling over and trying to go to back to sleep due to being very tired and overwhelmed from what happened earlier. The two Na’vi boys at the table just frown at the sight of their brother looking sad and miserable. Kiri had tried asking Neteyam about something when she saw her brother looking away from the table. Kiri then saw her younger brother in his hammock. She frowns at the sight and just looks down at the table sadly at the sight of her brother being broken. Jake and Neytiri silently watched the whole thing that happened with their son going to his hammock. Jake knows that he fucked up big time with Y/N while Neytiri just wondered where they went wrong with their son.

To be continued…

This is my first time posting onto Tumblr so I hope people enjoyed this small post I created with the thought I came up with for it. I plan on making more parts, but this is part one. Like I said, I hope whoever read this enjoyed the post.

#jake sully #neytiri #avatar x male reader #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #avatar kiri #lo’ak #tuk sully #neteyam #atwow x reader #atwow x you

[writing-for-marvel]

Cause That’s When I’ll See You Again

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The one time of year your dad’s best friend is in town is during the holiday season - the perfect opportunity for some no strings attached, filthy sex with a man who actually knows what he’s doing, but year after year it becomes harder to convince yourself you’re only in it for the orgasms.

Festive prompt: a roaring fireplace

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink, praise kink, a little angst (cause it’s me and I can’t help myself), happy ending, fluff and soft feelings, age gap is implied although exact ages are never mentioned

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Happy Holidays to my Thot Neighbourhood Secret Santa, the lovely, beautiful and talented @jobean12-blog. Jo thank you for being such a ray of positivity and love on this site. You are one of kindest souls with the warmest heart, thank you for being you. I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful holiday season ♥️ also a HUGE thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for putting so much time and effort into organising this Secret Santa - I love and appreciate you Jen 💜 banners by @vase-of-lilies and dividers by @firefly-graphics

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A sense of déjà vu washed over you as you laid a tartan blanket in front of your crackling fireplace.

It was that time of year again, where colourful festive lights were strung throughout your neighbourhood and flurries of snow dusted the town, the combination of which produced an intangible magical quality, one you wished you could forever encapsulate and preserve in a snow glow.

The festive season was finally upon you.

Despite the chilly temperatures, most people’s spirits were warmer than ever, including yours. This time of joyful celebration also happened to coincide with the one time of year your dad’s best friend, the beefy and dangerously handsome Ari Levinson, returned home from his almost year long stint working overseas.

And to ensure that he wouldn’t be spending the holidays by himself and celebrating Hanukkah alone, your friendly father invited Ari to spend the festive season with your family.

The first time you slept together had been accidental - well, if you can call finally giving in to the massive crush you had developed on the burly framed, sex god, who never failed to affectionately refer to you as ‘Toffee’ because the chewy confection had been stuck in your teeth the first time you met, an accident.

But once you kissed him, allowed his large, assertive hands to roam over your every curve, and let his tongue taste every drop of your arousal for him, you knew you were in trouble.

You swore you’d never cross that line and act on such feelings, but when said sex god, with eyes as blue and inviting as a warm summer sky, looked at you like a ten course meal he wanted to devour, well, all logical thinking and restraint flew out the window, along with your panties.

The entire following year, you wondered if your dalliance was fated to be one glorious night. Whether Ari considered it a moment of weakness on his behalf and if he regretted what the two of you did, or if he was as desperate for it to happen again as you were.

The following holiday period, your questions were answered almost immediately.

The first time you two were alone again, all it took was one quizzical glance and you knew he too was thinking back to the night a year ago.

Perhaps it should have concerned you just how easily you gave yourself up to him, but you were honestly so desperate for him to have his way with you, to utterly ruin you again, that the desire between your legs overruled any self-control your brain tried to exert.

From your experience, none of the men your age knew anything about how to satisfy a woman, but there was no doubt with Ari, by your third orgasm, when you were floating on a cloud of pure bliss, you were convinced your bodies were made for each other.

This particular year he had a whole two weeks at home before departing again, and you made use of all fourteen euphoric days.

“Fuck, Toffee, so wet and messy, just for me - your pretty pussy gonna cum on these fat fucking fingers again? You gonna make a mess all over daddy?” His low growling voice was already such a turn on, but when he talked to you like that, you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming right then and there.

“That’s it, pretty girl, doing such a good job for me. Look how beautiful you are bouncing on my cock.” His praise spurred you on, lifting yourself up and sinking down on him again so he filled you completely, but when he reached to where your bodies connected, strumming on your clit, the coil in your stomach tightened as he brought you closer to your orgasm. “Wanna feel you cum around me baby, can you do that for me?”

“Still can’t get enough of me, can you Toffee?” He spoke into your ear as he pinned your hands above your head, fingers interlocked with yours, his weight pinning you to your bed, hips rolling into your own filling the room with salacious sounds of skin slapping skin. “You’ll never get enough, will you? I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you either.”

As you laid beside Ari the day before he was due to leave, content listening to the crackling fireplace, head resting on his broad chest, his strong arm wrapped tenderly around your waist, pulling you back into him as if your touch itself sustained him, you couldn’t help your mind from wondering if you meant more to him than simply an easy fuck; someone he knew would be available to take his sexual frustrations out on for the couple weeks a year he was home.

You had never met someone who fucked you so rough, but also treated you with such tenderness, as if you were something worth taking care of.

There were moments throughout the past couple weeks, when his eyes weren’t consumed with just pure lust for you, there was something else swirling around those desire-blown pupils. But you told yourself it must be your imagination. Surely he couldn’t truly be looking at you with the devotion you wished he felt for you.

When time came for him to leave again, you didn’t have the words to express to him how you had treasured the past two weeks. You were fully aware that he was your fathers best friend, and even if that weren’t reason enough to prevent your heart from becoming attached to him, you knew his position which took him overseas for the majority of the year should be. Whatever this was between you two, it could never turn into something real.

But that didn’t stop you from wishing it could.

The following year was pure torture. When you had only hooked up just once, you could at least resign yourself to the thought that it was a one time thing that meant nothing to him.

But now, knowing you had both been so eager for it to happen again, and the expectation that come the next holiday season you would pick up right where you left off, made you miss his presence even more.

The thought itself was exciting, but also agony.

Because, even if you wouldn’t admit it aloud, you missed not only the toe curling orgasms, but the way his eyes softened when they looked at you, how your body fit so perfectly with his as he cradled you to sleep, and the tranquil happiness you seemed to only find in his company.

Unbeknownst to anyone else in his life, Ari had made the executive decision to have an additional two weeks at home this year, designed to be spent solely with you.

He knew he couldn’t offer you the life or relationship you deserved, but just in this one aspect of his life he wanted to be a little selfish.

He wanted his sweet Toffee all to himself for these next four weeks, watching as your face contort in the most exquisite way as pleasure washed through your entire body; he wanted to wake up beside you and spend the cold mornings bundled up with you, listening to your voice as you read chapters of your new favourite book; but more than anything, he wanted to kiss you every chance he got, roughly kiss you until you were completely out of breath, sweetly kiss you when you were in the middle of a sentence because he just couldn’t wait until you were finished, tenderly kiss you right before you fell asleep so you would dream about his lips on yours.

Being able to spend a whole month with Ari was like a dream come true.

He spent an entire day teaching you to make sufganiyot just as his mother had done every Hanukkah when he was growing up.

Promised to beat you at every board game you kept stored at your place, but you were also convinced he let you win every time.

You sat by the roaring fire, one blanket stretched to cover both your laps as you read in peace, simply enjoying being together, even if you were doing something separately.

Someone could be confused into thinking that given the intimate nature of how you spent your days together, the pure tenderness which softened your gaze and the doting, involuntary smile tugging at the corners of your lips whenever you gazed at him, your relationship was much more significant than occasional fuck buddies.

But you couldn’t allow yourself to think like that - not only did Ari live most of his life oceans away from where you did, but he was best friends with your father. There was no way the two of you could ever have something that sembled a real relationship.

However, it was undeniable that when the two of you were together, it was something even more magical than the holiday season itself. The sex was incredible, that was evident by the number of life shattering orgasms he could pull almost on demand from your body, but it wasn’t just the sex.

He could make you laugh like nobody else, helped you feel confident in your body, provided an environment where you were comfortable enough around him to divulge secrets you hadn’t even told some of your friends. He brought out the best version of you you didn't even realise existed before him.

After a particularly sensual and passionate night, you laid together by the roaring fire, however it was the warmth which came from snuggling beside Ari’s strapping naked form which you were most interested in. For the first time in your life you felt truly content, protected, but most of all, loved.

The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, he made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, he could so easily fool you into thinking you were the only one for him.

Saying your inevitable goodbye was excruciating. Each year it became progressively more painful, and you weren’t sure you could manage the searing heartbreak which would come next year when you were positive you were already in love with him.

You couldn’t keep living like this, wondering for close enough to an entire year if the man you loved would still want you next festive season, whether in the time you were apart he had found someone else to settle down with, or if he wouldn’t be able to make it home for the next holidays, or came to the realisation of any one of the numerous reasons he wouldn’t want to continue sleeping with his best friends daughter.

You made a pact to yourself that the next time you saw Ari you’d tell him. Tell him how insanely happy he made you, how all you could think about was if next holidays you would get to experience that feeling of pure rapture when you were together, and how it killed you to consider that might not be a possibility. Tell him how possessive you were over him and that the thought he satisfied his needs with anyone else over the period you were apart ripped your heart from your chest. Tell him how even though it was entirely impossible and beyond impractical, you wanted to spend every moment of your year laughing with him until your cheeks ached, learning every aspect of his passionate soul and making love to him every chance you got.

Tell him that you loved him.

A knock on your front door pulled you from your reverie as you straightened the corners of your tartan blanket. Butterflies bloomed in your stomach and your heart clenched with dread.

This was it.

When you opened the door Ari looked handsome as ever, broad and tanned as if he had spent far too long in the sun. But it was the twinkle in his striking eyes at the recognition that it was you behind the door that made your heart flutter in your chest.

He didn’t speak a single word as he dropped his bags inside the entrance and pulled you into a tight hug. His embrace was warm and familiar, and even though it was Ari who was technically returning home, in a way it felt like you had as well.

“Ari?” The inflection in your voice indicated it was a question. Ari pulled back and studied your face before answering.

“Yeah Toffee?” His features stiffened and all of a sudden he looked worried. You had never seen him look this anxious before, and you made the quick determination that you didn’t like it one bit.

“I’ve had something on my mind literally all year and I need to come out and say this before we pick up where we left off.” You nervously babbled, peering down at how your hands were shaking.

“You’re in a relationship?” His voice was filled with sorrow which tore your heart in two.

“What? No. Actually, it’s sort of the opposite.” You nervously giggled, the sound of which seemed to calm his nerves. You took a deep breath to summon the courage you needed to confess your secret when his gorgeous eyes looked at you so expectantly. “I’ve been so hung up on you the past year I haven’t been able to think straight - well if I’m honest it’s probably been longer than just this last year. And I know this might ruin everything, and that it probably puts you in an awkward situation because of my dad, but Ari I think I’m in love with you.”

He took that moment to finally kiss you, like he was a suffocating man and your lips were his air. Lord, you had missed the tickle of his beard and how he smelled warm and musky, with a hint of tobacco. Every intimate feeling you had left unsaid you poured into that kiss, finally feeling free to convey every last emotion into your expression of love for him and not have to hold back as you had previously.

When you finally pulled away, needing air, Ari rested his forehead against yours, scrunched his nose and affectionately rubbed the tip against your own.

“My darling Toffee, I know wholeheartedly that I am in love with you.” You had never seen Ari smile as much as when he confessed those words.

“You do?” You asked, and he responded with an ardent kiss to your lips.

“This moment right here, reuniting with you, that’s what got me through the whole year. You’re the person I come home for.”

This time it was you that kissed him, eager, luscious and downright possessive. His luggage long forgotten, you steered him towards your living room and the cosy space you had set up next to the fireplace for an occasion just like this one.

You’d already had some very memorable holidays with Ari, but you were certain none would compare to this year.

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finally ➶ . ˚ ༉‧₊˚ˑ༄ؘ | miguel o’hara

miguel o’hara x fem! reader (nsfw!)

a/n: this is an odd series but um. yeah I don’t know. but nevertheless thank you so much for the support of this little series! it means a lot !

pls pls gimmie requests! ya girl is dying from writer’s block and I neeeeed ideassss pleaseee

warnings- nsfw, riding, unprotected sex, p in v, untranslated spanish, a lil bit of angst, third and final part to gone and holy shock! (idk how to make warnings 😭)

- 1: gone -2: holy shock

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“What the hell? He doesn’t mean it, according to you?”

Peter probably tried to make you feel better with that. But he didn’t. He didn’t mean it? Was it a prank? Because it’s a shitty ass prank if it was.

“Yup! Just talk to him about it!!” Peter said enthusiastically.

“But if he didn’t mean it?”

“Miguel’s all bark-“

“No, he isn’t!” you said, your voice cracking immensely. You started to cry a little bit more. “He hurt me with that, Peter.”

Peter’s gaze softened as he gave you another hug to your sobbing figure.

“He hurt me so so bad with that. Notes are usually supposed to be small and have a small affect on a person. Usually it’s positive but goddamn.”

“It’s okay, kid.” He said, rubbing your back.

You sniffled and stood up from where you were sitting. The sky was already starting to turn into an indigo color and that was your sign to go home.

And cry, of course.

“Peter, I think it’s best if I go back home…”

“Okay, here, hold the baby,” He said as he held out Mayday in front of you, giving you a dopey smile.

You smiled slightly, “What?”

“It’ll make you feel better. This kid’s got some superpowers, man.”

You held Mayday and smiled at the redhead child. “She’s as beautiful as MJ.”

You gave Mayday a hug and gave her back to Peter.

“See ya tomorrow, kid. Talk to him, okay?” Peter said, giving you a stern look.

“Okay. Bye, Peter. Thank you,” you said, waving goodbye and opening an opening to your universe.

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“Yeah okay, he’s totally way outta line!”

Peter decided to tell MJ what happened. He didn’t know how to exactly help you so he decided to ask MJ.

MJ fumed because she met you a few times and you had her full respect. She didn’t care that Peter was friends with Miguel, she was pissed.

He’s not good at being a friendship therapist.

“I told her to just talk to him. I’m not sure I did the right thing though,” Peter frowned and glanced over at Mayday who was sleeping peacefully, snuggling with her Spider-man plush.

“I think you did the right thing. I mean aren’t they dating?”

Peter jerked his head towards MJ and widened his eyes. “Wait what?”

She nodded, “Peter, it sounds like Y/n and Miguel are having trouble in paradise.”

“WOAH THERE. Miguel? The grumpy, stompy, depressed guy? With Y/n? The also grumpy but as much of an ass as Miguel girl? What?”

MJ laughed. “Well Peter, I assumed because whenever you talked about them before, those two always seemed a little too close to be just friends?”

Peter had an epiphany, “Holy shiitake mushrooms…”

“The way they look at each other…You thought they were friends, Peter?”

Peter looked shocked, “THAT’S WHAT Y/N TOLD ME!”

MJ scoffed, “Maybe they are. But I don’t know, Peter! Friends don’t exactly do that!”

“WHAT?”

MJ went over to Peter and held his shoulder. “Just let them be okay? I trust whatever Y/n is going to do.”

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You teleported to your universe, ending up on the top of your apartment building. You accidentally tripped and cut your leg on a piece of metal on the ground. “Ah, fuck.”

You limped to your apartment and turned on the living room lights just a bit, enough for you to see where to go.

You went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit and jumped as you turned on the bathroom lights.

“Are you alright?”

The hairs on your neck stood up as you stared at him behind you from the mirror. You felt chills across your spine as you made eye contact with his crimson red eyes.

He turned you around by the shoulders so you would look at him in the face. “I asked you if you’re alright?”

“How did you get in here.” You said, your voice cold and stern, making his eyes soften.

“You had your window open and the lights are on.”

“That doesn’t give you an invitation to come in.”

He shrugged. “It gave you an invitation last time.”

You frowned and tried to free yourself from his grasp. “Fuck you. Leave me the fuck alone-”

“Y/n, let me explain-”

Your eyes widened angrily. “Didn’t you want me GONE from your life? What the fuck happened to that? YOU LEFT ME!”

Miguel froze and stood back from you. You were already a crying mess from before and he noted how puffy your eyes were from your living room’s dim lighting.

All the sadness disappeared and all you felt was anger.

“Do you know how much I cared for you? And all you do is leave me and leave me a pathetic little note that you hate me?” You then walked over to him and slapped him. “How fucking DARE you.”

His eyes pierced through you as he whispered. “Cared? So you don’t anymore…?”

“Oh I didn’t say that. I hate myself for still caring for you, right now,” you said, feeling tears spill from your eyes again.

He put his hands in his face in frustration. “I did that because I care for you. I don’t want you to be hurt if you were to be with me, or for me to be hurt if I lose you.”

You looked at him and pouted, “Oh really, Miguel? You care for me?”

His face softened. “Yeah, cariño.”

Your face shifted to a calm look. “You still hurt me either way, you fucking idiot. You think i’m going to take that lameass excuse?”

He froze. “I hurt you?”

You smiled sadistically, “Did you think I was going to smile and laugh after seeing that bullshit? Oh ‘I want you gone from my life’ ahahaha! Give me a fucking break.”

You never thought you’d see the day Miguel O’Hara would go on his knees and start sobbing.

For you.

“I’m…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just didn’t want to hurt you,” he sobbed.

You felt a little cruel for wanting to laugh at his face. How was he going to fuck you and hurt you a few hours later?

That shit doesn’t make sense.

The silence was loud, giving you time to think until you finally spoke.

“How sorry are you?”

He looked up from his position and stared at you. “You can’t imagine how sorry I am.”

You smiled at him, “Show me how sorry you are.” You said calmly.

You held a staring contest with him as you took your suit off, showing off your toned body, leaving little to the imagination with your red panties and blue bra.

His concerned look turned dark yet he still froze.

It matched his suit.

You lead him on the couch and cradled him once he sat down.

“C’mon, babyyy. Show me!” you moaned, going to kiss his neck as you feel a wave of his cologne hit your nose.

It was your favorite cologne.

You felt adrenaline go through your veins. You didn’t know what else to do and remembered how good last night felt, although the end isn’t what you wanted.

It was irrational and impulsive, you know that. But he wanted you to forgive him and he did say he’ll do anything.

“Ay dios…Fuck-“ he groaned as you grinded against his erected member, making your pussy throb even more.

He stretched his arm to press the button on his watch to take off his suit, leaving him naked.

You panted and smiled. “So you really are naked under there? Thought it was just me being delusional.”

He smirked and licked his lips. “It’s all real, baby.”

You bit your lips as his lips started to big in your neck and breasts, leaving more bites. “Show me how sorry you really are, hermoso. F-Fuck!”

He steadily fingered and abused your throbbing clit as your soft moans fueled him to go even faster.

He then stood up and turned you around to gain some support from the couch as your ass faced him. You felt your panties and bra be ripped off by his claws.

“F-Fuck you, that was my favorite pair.”

“Aw? Was it because it reminded you of me?” He laughed, his dick grazing your wet vagina.

“J-Just put it in already, O’Hara!” you screamed, grabbing his dick yourself and putting it in. The both of you moaned as pleasure shot through both of you.

“H-Harder, O’Hara! Show m-me how much you’re sorry!”

He started slapping your ass continuously as he went in and out of you. He started groaning as you were grinding against him again, “Asi, mami. Fuckkkk.”

You felt him twitch and immediately took him out of you. He looked at you angrily. “Pa’que haces eso?!”

“Not my fault you were going to come already. It’s been what? 30 seconds? Can’t you go longer?” you teased.

You switched positions and faced him as you had your legs spread out. He held them in order to then go into you again, only much more aggressive and faster.

You smiled and kissed him as he went aggressive on your sensitive pussy. “Mmmm fuck…”

He grabbed onto your legs a little too strong, making you wince from your injury from earlier but he still kept going and going.

You felt him smile in the kiss too and he went even faster.

The room was filled with a symphony of skin slapping and moaning, with the occasional curses Miguel let out in Spanish.

It felt so wrong, but so fucking good.

“P-Princesa please. I’m gonna come-“ he said as he painted your walls and insides white once again. Shortly after, you reached your high and was grinding on him once again.

“Oh-Oh fuckkk Miguel!” you couldn’t help but claw at his shoulders from the pleasure crash you were experiencing.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, princesa,” he said, as he carried you there.

He placed you on top of him as he entered in you again and you started riding his dick, which was hard again.

You started to make out with him again and moaned in the kiss. “Mmm fuck. Just like that, baby.”

He grabbed and squeezed your ass before he started spanking and he left your ass with several imprints of his hands.

He started attacking your breasts and massaged them as you rode his dick even faster.

You felt him twitch again as you clenched on his dick and smiled. “So soon?”

He threw his head back and grunted, “S-Shock-“

You laughed as he finished again, leaving the in between of your legs a sticky, white mess once more.

You went for a few more rounds until he tired himself out and knocked out.

“Already so tired, Miguel?” you said as he spooned you. He groaned as a response and closed his eyes.

This is what you always wanted; being in his arms as he protected you. The sex was just the cherry on top to a good fantasy come reality.

“I love you, cariño,” he whispered as he then fell asleep.

You smiled at him and stayed like that. You waited until you were certain he was knocked out and let yourself go from his grasp.

Lucky for you, you had an expresso shot so you didn’t feel so tired. You just felt a bit sore.

You took a quick shower and suited up with a new accessory you made.

You went over to your bedroom, being met with Miguel still knocked out in your bed. You smiled at the sight as he snored a bit.

“I’m just going to leave you a little note here if that’s okay? I’ll get going, cariño.”

“I’ll be gone for now, ” You kissed his forehead again while leaving a note next to his side of the bed along with your watch. You watched him for a bit before your face and tone went cold.

You went down to his level and whispered darkly as you smiled.

“I quit.”

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“I’m going to do it, I’m going to do it!” Peter was pacing around outside of Miguel’s office and has been for 10 minutes.

MJ had Mayday for the day and Peter felt remorse for you, so he was going to stick up for you.

He felt bad that you went through this.

He understood Miguel was an ass to the average person but you two were friends to crying out loud!

It wasn’t until the door opened, revealing a fuming Miguel, stomping towards Peter.

“O-Oh h-hey Miguel-“

Miguel glared at Peter and scoffed, “Cut the shit, Peter. Where the fuck is Y/l/n?”

Peter raised his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“I mean what I said. Where. Is. She? Lyla?”

Lyla popped out from behind him and saluted, “Yes sir?”

“Find Y/l/n. I need to speak with her.”

Lyla frowned, “I’m trying but Miguel, she doesn’t have her watch and I can’t find her!”

Miguel looked even more upset. “THEN TRY HARDER!” Lyla’s eyes widened as she started to look even further, tracking your dimension history.

“U-Uh Miguel ? Are you alright?” Peter was a little frightened.

It’s obvious how terrifying Miguel O’Hara is when he’s angry.

“You. You were the last person to see her before-“ He stopped himself and bit his lip.

“You were just the last person to see her. Where is she?”

Peter frowned, “Well isn’t she in her dimension?”

“YOU THINK I HAVEN’T TRIED LOOKING THERE?”

Peter frowned at Miguel. “W-Well, if you weren’t such an asshole to her, maybe this wouldn’t have never had happ-“

Miguel pointed at Peter angrily, “Don’t you dare tell me what to do. You’re the last person I want to be lectured by.”

He turned around and walked back into his office, before Lyla spoke.

“I think I have something?”

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You smiled as you enjoyed the scenery of Nueva York once again, enjoying an empanada.

Alone.

Your heart stung. It would have been better with Miguel. You already got your revenge but he probably doesn’t care enough to say something.

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“Hola mi amor!” Doña Rosa greeted, waving at your entrance. “The usual?”

You nodded as you smiled. “Yes, please. Just one though.” She nodded and went into the kitchen.

Doña Rosa’s husband pointed at you, confused. “Donde está ese chavo? Miguel, is it?”

As Doña Rosa finished packing up, she nodded. “Yeah mija! Something happened?”

You nodded. “It’s nothing! Don’t worry!”

Doña Rosa and her husband looked at each other and smiled at you.

“Whatever’s going on, I’m sure everything will be alright!”

“Hopefully, señora…Hopefully.”

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You stopped munching on your empanada as you felt your Spider sense go off, but ignored it, thinking it was a bird.

That is, until you saw two web shots in a scarlet orange in your direction.

“Y/L/N!” Your body froze as you heard that familiar scream from behind you. He sounded so angry.

You had your suit but had a sweater on top. Which happened to be his.

You couldn’t bring yourself to give it back and it’s really comfortable.

You stood up and backed away.

He had his suit, except his mask, revealing his angry face.

Maybe you were being delusional again but it looked like he was crying.

“Miguel-“

He went over to you and hugged you, stuffing his face in your hair. He’s always liked the smell of your hair.

“I’m so sorry. I’m really really sorry.” he muttered, hugging you tighter.

You didn’t know what to say. You just stood there frozen.

“I- I just didn’t want you hurt and what I did was selfish but I didn’t know how hurt you felt until you did the same to me. And I’m so fucking sorry.”

You felt him tremble a bit, maybe because he was crying again. You heard his voice crack again.

“Please forgive me…” You patted his back and smiled.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry too.”

He smiled. “I see you’re wearing my sweater,” he pulled on the drawstring and laughed.

“It’s just comforting, don’t take it to heart, O’Hara-“

Lyla popped out and rolled her eyes. “Just kiss at this point. It shouldn’t be hard considering you two did other things. Or might I say, each ot-“

Miguel pulled back and rolled his eyes. “That’s enough, Lyla.”

Lyla looked at you. “It wasn’t hard to also find you since your watch had a different signal than the others and-“

“LYLA!”

She scoffed. “Geez okay!”

He looked back at you with sorrow written on his face. He finally held out his hand in front of you and smiled.

“Are you willing to give us a shot?”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[alomone]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 (𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) part.2

▫ Brahms Heelshire (The Boy 2016) x gender neutral reader, use of they/them pronouns for the reader ▫ you are his new nanny/caregiver, and it has been months since you started working for the Heelshire, Brahms has already shown himself to you and now you two lives together but not without Brahms teasing you by stealing your clothes ▫ words : 543

MASTERLIST || PREVIOUS PART

A/N : Here's the second part of what was supposed to only have one part because it was just a try, it took so much time and I'm really sorry for that! GIF is not mine !

You had spotted him a few moments later; it was easy and even if he had run away, he wanted you to catch him as he sees this chase as just a game. He did that a lot; Brahms knew you wouldn't get really mad at him.

The weather outside changed to a stormy sky and minimising the light inside of the house, you were hiding inside a closet that had a direct entry into the walls. As you were waiting for him to walk by, the sound of the heavy rain outside was the only sound you could ear before finally spotting his footsteps approaching.

You could easily make your way in the walls, you were not as good as Brahms, of course, but you were getting slowly better. As he was getting closer, you waited there when it was finally easy to spot him in the dark, his massive figure getting closer to you as he was keeping your hoodie close to his chest and walking without looking up.

“Brahms, are you done running now?” You were looking at the figure standing in front of you. He was standing in the darkness of the hidden path. He gave you a slight nod, Brahms looked again at his hands that were still holding the hoodie and slowly hand it over to you, his expression hidden by the doll mask.

"Thank you, Brahms." A small sigh left your lips as the adrenaline started wearing off and your earlier exhausted state made itself known again. Your legs were hurting from running around, and what seems to be a small headache was forming its way in your head.

In the past, you could always feel some sort of insistent gaze on you, watching your every move. As time passed, finding your way around the Heelshire's mansion became easier and you could feel that the eyes watching you had started having trouble following.

It has almost driven you insane, you were in an unfamiliar place where you were supposed to be alone with a doll, so, of course, feeling eyes following your every move was not something pleasant. It was more terrifying than anything, you couldn't really talk about it with anyone.

"Would you like to help me make the diner?" Brahms nods and you both walk to toward the kitchen, going down the stairs and entering the room. Cooking was one of the few tasks that you could actually do with him, even if most of the time he only will be watching you do the cooking.

It has always been part of your favourite things to do with Brahms, talking wasn't needed most of the time but the presence of the other was enough for the both of you. Preparing diner with him was almost soothing most of the time, it was just the two of you.

Upon entering the kitchen, you told Brahms what you two would be cooking this evening. Something simple and not requiring a lot of skills, even tho Brahms didn't always help you with the cooking, he loves watching you cook and would think: 'They know how to do so much, they are perfect.'

He always felt so glad to have you as his and to be yours.

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[piko-power]

A Talk Between Two Hedgehogs

Psssst. Hey. You. Yeah, you. You want some Sonadow hurt/comfort? Well... HERE YA GO! TW: Mentions of death, implied self-hatred and swearing

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"What the hell are you doing here...?"

Well, that wasn't what Shadow was expecting at all. When he approached, he was expecting perhaps a dumb quip or a joke, or whatever annoying one-liner Sonic would say.

Maybe he should've expected less when he sees the hedgehog sitting by a tree, watching the barely cloudy dusk resting behind the oceans of Seaside Hill.

The moment Sonic said those words, head turned to glare into his soul, with tired emerald eyes, Shadow wasn't sure how to respond. When was the last time Sonic was this upset?

For a second, he glanced over to a bandage around Sonic's elbow.

He might've already guessed in his head what he might be upset about...

"Uh..." Is all Shadow could mutter out. He looked anywhere but Sonic, trying to come up with a much, much better response then just a stupid, small "uh".

When he did look back, Sonic turned back to the dusk sky. "If you got nothing to say, then go away..." He huffed tiredly, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his head down, cheek smushing his frown.

Shadow sighed a quite exhausted sigh. "I just want to talk." He finally says.

The blue speed demon blinked. Confused. He refused to look back at him. "...About what exactly?" He didn't want to start anything with Shadow, he just wants it over with.

"I just... want to talk, Sonic." He repeated, with such a soft yet guilty tone in his quiet voice.

An hour before whatever's going on here, there was an Eggman fight. Which is usual, if not, normal, for most people. Especially for Sonic and his friends.

Well, Shadow wouldn't call it "normal," but it is a usual occurrence. An annoying one, even.

An Eggman battle is the last thing Shadow needed. He already had a pretty rough day, and Eggman is just not who he wanted to deal with.

And at that time, he didn't even wanted to deal with Sonic either.

Rouge and Omega were already there at the battleground, while Sonic and his friends hogged half of the Badniks already.

Last time Shadow checked, Eggman stole the Master Emerald. Again. At least it wasn't Rouge this time, otherwise Knuckles would be just as mad as him.

For a while, it was just him and Sonic having to deal with the robots, and it felt like hours when Sonic kept on rambling and chortling out jokes, like he's having the time of his life.

Truly a hellscape for Shadow.

He wouldn't really claim Sonic as his enemy per say, but he does get on his nerves more times than none. He's not exactly his friend either. Just... Some hedgehog that an awful lot of people look up to.

He knows he means well but... He never shuts up.

Once they found the Master Emerald, with the assistance of Knuckles, it was hard to get it out of the base when Sonic kept taunting the mad doctor, as he kept ordering Badniks after him.

He had no clue how Knuckles is used to this by now, but hearing his constant laughter, and his loud jesters, and those weird nicknames he gave to the doctor, Shadow wouldn't even last for another minute.

An annoying hedgehog is, in actuality, the last thing he needed.

After a long, tiring day at G.U.N., trying to fix Omega with Tails' help, and dealing with his own kind of trouble with bad guys, he needed a break. So badly.

He was just so tired of beating up robots, so tired of moving around, so tired of carrying the Master Emerald, so tired of everything be so loud, so tired of hearing dumb jokes.

He was just tired of hearing his voice every five seconds.

He was so tired of Sonic.

So, goddamn tired.

"Would you just SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY?!! I cannot STAND hearing your dreaded voice at a time like THIS!! Do you even UNDERSTAND how insufferable you are right now?!"

"Whoa, whoa, hey! Take it easy! A-And don't drop the Emerald-!"

"Excuse me? Who is talking here, Knuckles??"

"Dude, will you chill? I was just-"

"How could I chill if you never shut your trap when your life is on the line! The last thing I needed is a fool's voice flooding my aching head!"

"I just-"

"I try SO hard to keep this to myself, but I swear to GAIA, I wish you NEVER had a voice!!"

... ... ...

Silence never sounded so deafening.

Looking back at that moment, it was not one of Shadow's proudest moments. He knew the second all of that was spilled out, he was going to regret it.

And the moment a laser shot into the Blue Blur's arm, knocking him back to his senses, it was more than just regret.

He had to leave the room before things escalated. Knuckles was already yelling at him, and Sonic's cries of pain didn't help either.

Everything was so loud.

And so, left he did. Leaving Knuckles with the Master Emerald, and Sonic, on the ground, surrounded by Badniks and bleeding from the elbow.

It's no wonder Sonic was upset.

No. He was angry.

He was angry at him.

Shadow knew it, but he nearly forgot until he saw the look in the hedgehog's eyes when they met again after the fight. He never planned to leave Sonic like that.

He never meant to snap like that.

Yet... Here there were, far apart from each other, one hedgehog standing a few feet away, looking down at his air shoes, unsure on what to do with this uneasy feeling inside of him, and one sitting by a tree and cliff, trying so hard to forget those things that other hedgehog said to him and just wishing he would just leave him alone.

The two fight every now and again, but their recent one was... Different.

It wasn't like the usual races, or the confrontations, or the insulting nicknames. It was unlike any fight they've had.

But why?

They fight almost all the time, why was this one the one that shook the two the most?

Perhaps...

Perhaps it was the belief on how serious Shadow was. Maybe... Sonic genuinely believed he never wanted him to talk again.

Is that why?

If so, then he felt worse.

Shadow was already looking back on the fight, but looking back now, it was dreadful. Not Sonic's voice. It was never his voice that was dreadful.

What's truly dreadful was why Sonic is upset about this in the first place. He needed to understand and make amends for now. He just wanted to talk.

He wouldn't want to leave Sonic like this. He doesn't want to. He already regret leaving him with a bruised elbow, he ain't leaving him with a bruised heart.

"...Fine." After what it felt like forever, Sonic sighed and finally spoke out one, small word that allows Shadow to stay with him.

He wouldn't show, but he was pretty relieved to hear that word come out of his mouth.

Slowly, Shadow walked towards him and carefully sat down next him him, legs crossed. He once again looked at his feet, then back at Sonic, who was still not facing him, only facing down at his own feet.

He still seemed angry, yet those eyes tell a different story. They looked sad. Hurt, even.

Shadow's eyes lowered, paining him to see the blue hedgehog like this, somehow. He was so used to seeing Sonic so bright and happy all the time, and then this happened.

A long exhale escaped from Shadow, still trying to process the right things to say. He kept looking away, then back at Sonic. The more he looked back, the more he felt terrible.

He could've sworn the fourth time he looked back he could tell that Sonic was crying earlier. His eyes appeared to be wet and his cheeks looked like they had little, faded streams going down his chin.

Shadow doesn't know what to do. But, if he doesn't know what to say either, then... He's still going to stay. He's not leaving until that annoying smile comes back.

If he truly wanted that smile to come back, then maybe it's not so annoying after all.

It wasn't even that annoying at all.

"Sonic..." He finally said his name, yet quietly, but quiet enough for Sonic to hear. He still wasn't looking at him, but he listened.

He glanced at the bandage again.

"First off... I want to know if you're feeling any better." He said.

Sonic briefly looked over to him, then at the bandage on his elbow. He sat up for a moment and placed his hand on it. He looks up to fully face Shadow and see his expression.

Calm. Focused. Soft.

It was an odd, yet soothing look for him. It confuses Sonic.

"...Why'd you care?" He says, raising an eye brow.

The Ultimate Lifeform's eyes rose hearing that. 'Why'd he care?' What kind of a question is that? Trying to push his surprise aside, he resumed trying to reason with him.

"B-Because... I wanted to make sure that you're not hurting." He mentioned.

"Pfft. Yeah, sure. Right. Okay." He faked a chuckle, not believing a word he's saying. "Shadow the Hedgehog, making sure no body's hurt. Now I've heard everything."

Okay, now he's becoming annoyed again.

"Sonic, it may not look like it, but I think about everyone else's safety. Right now, yours is my main focus."

"Then you're wasting your time." Sonic retorted calmly. "I'm fine. You can go now."

Shadow's brow furrowed. "I am not leaving you, hedgehog."

There was a moment of silence between the two. They both looked away from each other. Shadow closes his eyes, calming himself, and Sonic stopped placed both of his hands on the grass, watching the sunset again.

As Shadow opened his red and shining amber eyes, he looks back at the azure hedgehog, still in slight disbelief that Sonic would doubt his concerns for him.

It upsets him. Very.

"Why would..." He began to process the question again. Baffled, and, shockingly, hurt by it. He inhaled and prepared himself to ask. "Why would you think that I wouldn't care at all?"

Then, Sonic's ears pinned down, and he shuts his eyes tight. "Because you hate me." He choked.

"... ..."

Shadow was dumbfounded.

He blinked. Multiple times. Then, he was no longer facing him. He opened his mouth to say something. Anything.

But... Nothing.

He closed his mouth, and looked over to the sunset again, not knowing what to say anymore.

I screwed up big time, he thought.

Sonic and Shadow don't really see eye to eye most of time, but it's not like they hate each other. In fact, Sonic just thought he was neat, even if he could be a grump-butt.

Sonic too can be quite annoyed by him, but he knows him. He knows what Shadow has been through. Even if he hated him, he wanted him to be happy. To be okay.

Little did he know, Shadow felt the same way about him.

Of course, he wouldn't say anything about it, otherwise, he would never, ever hear the end of it. He can be a bother, but there was always that one thing Shadow always liked about him.

His optimism.

Even throughout his darkest moments, and the worst of messes, he somehow still has that goofy smile on his face that is bright as the sun itself.

He never gave up, no matter how slim his chances of survival were.

Almost every time, he laughed right at death, and walk off like it's no big deal.

He's probably the bravest hedgehog Shadow has ever met.

Yet, the one thing that brought him down the most right now is Shadow wishing he never spoke.

He never meant for any of this to happen. If only he would've just shut his mouth, then maybe Sonic wouldn't be like this.

Looking back at him now, seeing his pained expression on the blue hedgehog's face, it's clear that this was really the last thing he needed today.

Or any day.

Once more, he sighed and spoke up finally, "I want you to recall every moment in your life where I said such a thing."

Sonic was going to protest, but he kept himself silent, and thought about him. He zoned out, watching the sky from above. His eyes were getting softer the longer he thought about it. He still looked hurt, though.

He looked down at his shoes again. "Maybe you kept it all to yourself until recently...?"

A loud, irritated exhale escaped from Shadow's nose. "How much will it take for an idiot to understand that I care?"

Again, silence came between them. Sonic looked out to the sunset that was nearly gone by now.

"When we first met, I thought you were such a pain, and... You still are to this day." Shadow began. "But... Ever since the defeat of the Biolizard, and stopping the ARK from crashing down... You tried to save me."

Sonic payed close attention to every word he's saying, still not facing him.

"It was quite baffling in my opinion. Trying to rescue someone who tried to kill you more than twice. I find it amusing. Yet... At least I knew that someone out there care about me as well."

At that moment, Sonic was taken by slight surprise and turn to face him.

"I know there's Amy, who helped me remember Maria's promise, and Rouge and Omega always had my back," he continued. "But there's something about you that... impressed me. You helped me, after everything I've done. I'm surprised that you actually wanted to try and save me."

"...I'm surprised you thought that way." Sonic spoke. "Just because we fought, it doesn't mean that I wanna leave you for dead. I didn't want that. Besides, everyone deserves another chance. Even you."

"But..." Shadow's tone became somber. "...Why?"

The two hedgehogs stare at each other.

"Why do you care about me?"

"... ..."

Sonic's lips quiver briefly, and his brow furrowed, hoping to Light Gaia that what Shadow said was a joke. "You kidding me right now?" He said, voice nearly breaking as he tried to hold back tears.

"Dude," Sonic started, "Don't pretend that me, Tails, Rouge and the rest weren't there on the ARK, not listening to Gerald's diary, not learning about how had happened back there with you, and Maria, and everyone else up there."

He sounded so calm yet so mad. Whether he was mad at Shadow or about something else, he looked down on the ground, having no choice but to listen to what he has to say.

"And you know what? Even if I had no idea about what happened, I'd still try and save you from falling! Why? Because no body deserves to die! I mean that, Shadow! I mean no body! I wanted to save you so badly! I want you to live your life and be free! But...! ...but..."

Shadow looked back, now seeing the emerald eyes, shiny and wet.

"You wouldn't let me... You couldn't let me save you... Because you honestly thought you don't deserve to be saved..."

"I only did that because I couldn't let you fall with me."

"I DON'T CARE, MAN!" Sonic yelled. "I would've done all I can to save your life, but you wouldn't let me!"

"That's because your friends were waiting for you at the ARK, you moron!" Now it's Shadow's turn to yell at his face. "I didn't want you to kill yourself because of me!!" His voice croaked on the last word.

He was out of breath, and so was Sonic.

All they could do was stare.

They're both so guilty.

Sonic was the first to looked away again, but Shadow was the first to speak up once more. "You have friends. You have a family. If you saved me then, they would never see you again. Do you understand?"

Sonic blinked.

"Tails. Amy. Knuckles. Everyone up there. There were all waiting for you. To come home."

"...They were also waiting for you."

Despite the slow, growing anger, Shadow's eye were beginning to sting with tears. "That's not the point, faker. You are more important to them than I ever will be!"

He cupped his mouth.

Sonic's eyes grew.

He swung his head right back at Shadow.

He looked up at Sonic.

He looked terrified.

"Don't. You EVER. Say that again. Shadow." He snarled, not even caring about letting the tears fall down anymore. "If there is one thing about you that I can't stand is you believing that you deserve nothing!"

He quickly stood up on both of his feet, and shrieked, "THAT IS NOT TRUE, AND YOU FUCKING KNOW IT!!"

Shadow nearly fell back, startled badly from the sudden scream, let alone a sudden cuss, that slipped out of Sonic out of all people. He could see the anger and heartbreak in his tired eyes.

Shadow's filled to the brim with guilt at this point.

Realizing what was spoken, Sonic took a few deep, shakey breaths, before looking back at Shadow. "I-I'm sorry... I kinda... Had a rough day as well, and... I'm not dealing with this right now." He rubbed his arm.

"Wait. Sonic." Shadow says.

"No. Save it. I'm done arguing with you, Shadow. I can't deal with this." He turned away and was about to walk off. "Goodbye."

"WAIT A MINUTE!"

He held onto Sonic's hand. Tightly.

They both stopped what they were doing, faced towards each other and stared. For a long time.

Four pairs of eyes, two emerald, and the other amber, couldn't take them off of each other. Shadow didn't even let go of his hand. They just... Stared.

Shadow stared, hoping, begging, that Sonic could stay and talk to him for a little longer.

Sonic stared, understanding that Shadow doesn't want him to leave anytime soon.

They both don't want to leave one another.

They both want to stay.

"I..." Shadow stopped himself, just realizing he was still holding Sonic's hand. He let go. "I'm sorry..." It took him all that power to say those little words. "I'll admit that what I said was... Uncalled for. I just want you to be safe... To be... happy."

"...I know." Sonic croaked quietly.

The two fell silent once again, with Shadow crossing his arms and looking away to his right, and Sonic trying to calm himself as he was beginning to hiccup some quiet cries.

He wiped his eyes and sniffled. Shadow's ear twitch and faced him again. Oh, God, he's crying.

"Hey... I- Don't cry, okay? I said I was sorry..."

"...I know..."

Shadow apologizing just made Sonic even more of a sobbing mess. He shouldn't apologize. He should never apologize for that. It's not his fault that he wasn't saved from his fall.

It wasn't his fault that he nearly died.

Why would it be?

Shadow done nothing wrong. Sonic shouldn't even be the one mad at him, it should've been Shadow.

He's the one being annoying anyway.

"S-So..." He began, wiping all the tears away. Almost. "you're not mad at me?"

"After all that, not anymore." Shadow admitted. "Though... There is one thing."

"What's that?" He sniffled, feeling his nose drip.

"Why were you so upset about me wishing you wouldn't speak?" Shadow asked. "I'm honestly surprised you took that seriously."

Sonic just stood there. Blinked, and turned to his right. "Oh." Is all he could say. He suddenly laughed out loud, which confuses Shadow.

At least hearing him laugh made him feel better.

"O-Okay, okay..." Sonic snorted, trying so badly to stop himself from laughing. "I'm sor-HAHA! I'm so sorry, dude! Let me- *SNORT* Let me explain."

"Uhhh, o-okay."

"When I was- Alright... When I was younger, WAAAAYYY before I met Tails and the rest of the gang, I couldn't speak. At all." Sonic began.

"Why?" Shadow asked.

"My vocal chords were messed up. Somehow." He continued. "I couldn't remember why, but I wasn't able to speak for a few years. And even after that time, I wouldn't want to speak because... I thought I was better off without a voice."

"...Oh." Great. Shadow feels even more guilty.

"H-Hey! Don't feel bad!" Sonic reassured. "I was young at the time, so I was also pretty dumb." He joked. "I spoke a couple of times, but that was about it. It wasn't until after I met Amy when I realize that it's okay to talk."

"I see..."

"And ever since, I just... love to talk! I just, have so much to say! About my friends, my adventures, everything! Sometimes, I forget that I talk too much." He chuckled nervously. "Once a blue moon, something would remind me about how much I talk... and how annoying I could be sometimes..."

A quiet huff, which sounded like laughter almost, exhaled from Shadow, and he smiled slightly. "I don't think it's annoying. I think your voice is alright."

Sonic's eyes lit up. "Really, now??"

"Don't make me take it back."

And just like that, Sonic cracked up once again. That same ol' laughter Shadow heard non-stop a while ago. And for the first time, as far as he's concerned, he smiled widely.

After all that mess, Sonic's laughter was music to his ears, and this was the one thing he unknowingly truly needed after a hard day.

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Been thinking about these hedgehogs again. 😭 It's about damn time I wrote Sonadow! Holy crap I am so upset at myself! 🤣 I honestly wish I wrote this a lot better than I already did because I pulled an all-nighter and I kind of, sort of, rushed it?? Just wanna write Sonadow for once.

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #sonic fanfiction #my fanfiction

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Seventeen}

Alastor x (Fem)Reader

Alastor wasn't in the hotel the next day, I suspected him to be off causing chaos and overall calamity. But then again, he could have just been home. Which by the way, it seemed that no one in the hotel knew where Alastor stayed, other than the hotel.

Not even Charlie. I couldn't give directions even if asked, all I knew is what his home and the surrounding area looked like. Other than that, I couldn't help but feel there was something off with him last night. His grin wasn't as wide, and there was this look in his eyes...

I couldn't quite describe it.

Maybe I should have just kept my secret to myself last night. It wasn't anyone's business, much less their problem. No one needs to or wants to hear about it.

I sigh and make my way down the stairs of the hotel into the lobby. I was greeted by Charlie. "Good morning, Y/n!" She says as she approaches me. "I wanted to thank you for those ideas you gave me. Everything we talked about came in today. I don't play a ton of video games, but I had fun playing the ones we have." I couldn't help but smile. "I'm glad I could help."

Charlie gave me a tight hug before pulling away. "With this, we are one step closer to bringing in new patients! And, one step closer, to you being redeemed!"

My smile fell slightly. "Yeah...Hopefully." This whole redemption thing had me thinking. If I were casted out of heaven, it had to have been for a reason. I don't know what I did, but it must have been pretty bad for God to throw out one of his angels.

What had I done? What had I said? Even if the chance of redemption was possible in a place like this, who's to say God would forgive me?

If I truly were meant to be in heaven, I would not be where I am now...

Maybe I deserve this...

All of a sudden, I felt unwell. "Um, Charlie, I think I'm gonna get some fresh air." Charlie gave me a concerned look. "Are you still not feeling well?" She asks. "I'm not sure, I just..." I trailed off. Charlie put her hand on my shoulder. "I know it's tough right now." She says in a hushed voice, as not to draw attention.

"But it will get better. We'll figure something out. I promise you, you're going to be ok soon. You just have to keep your head up, and have faith in us. Just like we have faith in you." I only nodded, fearing I'd start to cry if I spoke. "Take all the time you need." She says before I walk past her.

I know I wasn't suppose to leave the hotel without Alastor. But I didn't care right now. I couldn't take this. I stepped outside of the hotel and walked down the stairs, pausing after descending the last step.

I look up, same red sky, same pentagram, same feeling of being trapped. Tears began to run down my face, I choke out a sob before falling to a sit. I hug my legs to my chest and hide my face in my knees.

I'm an idiot. At the end of the day, Alastor is not all-powerful. What can he really do to help me? So far, he's done nothing significant. That deal I made with him...I might as well just ask him to take my soul instead of just dancing around it.

I was going to be stuck down here forever.

"I never did like seeing a lady cry."

My crying paused, I slowly lifted my head to see Alastor standing before me. "What troubles you this time, dear?" He asked. I was so upset, so hurt, I felt betrayed by my own god, and I was angry. So, it didn't surprise me when I finally lost my temper.

"What do you think!?" I snap. "I'm going to be trapped here for all eternity! There is no hope for me, there never was! If I'm down here, I'm down here for a reason! There is no going back!" I stood up. "And that deal I made with you, either call it off, or just take my soul because I'm done!" My voice cracked, my anger dissolving into sadness once more.

"I wish you had never found me! I wish you never had given me hope that there was a way out! I wish you had just left me in that ally to die!"

"Death would would be better than this." I mutter. "Lost...Abandoned, without an answer as to why...I can't go on like this for the next eternity...I just can't..."

Silence fell upon the two of us. I might have made him angry by snapping at him like that. But I just don't care anymore. If he does end up getting mad and killing me right here and now...then so be it-

"I think it's about time you get a reality check."

I look at Alastor, his demeanor was clam and controlled. "You are right, in one way. You are trapped down here. There is no escaping Hell, and this silly little hotel and the princess' false hope, is only going to further fill your head with delusions." Oh wonderful.

"Great, so what? I'm just your slave now?"

Alastor stepped closer to me. "Let me finish. I can't get you out of Hell, I'm afraid that's out of my control entirely. You are right about that. But, preferring to die over finding a new purpose? How wrong you are. My dear, look around you. This place will eat you alive. So why not do something about it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It will take some time, but with my help, I say you'd make a fine demon. Though, only on the inside. Physically, is where the challenge lies."

"I can't be like that."

"And there is your problem. There is no one here to judge you for what you do now. No one frankly gives a damn down here. This isn't Heaven, this is Hell. And if you don't bite first, you'll be bit. And I assure you, Hell will bite down hard and not let go."

I took a moment to think about his words. He had a fair point. There was no judgement in Hell, no punishment. You could murder, steal, drink and drug yourself half blind, and no one could tell you you're wrong or tell you no.

But Hell would destroy you mentally and physically. If I couldn't get stronger, I'd be hurt or killed regardless.

Why should I have to suffer any longer than I have? Why should I allow myself to be walked all over? And for what?

I clenched my fist tightly. "Fine. I'll do it. Whatever it takes, I'll do whatever you want. Just help me, and this time...actually help me."

Alastor grins. "Excellent. Now, I'll do you a favor and call off our last deal. But, we're going to make a new one. This time, I'll help you become a proper demon. And in return, you keep doing what you've been doing."

"Amusing you?" Alastor nods. "But, I haven't...have I?"

Alastor only chuckles before continuing. "Do we have a deal?" He asks. I look down at his outstretched hand. I slowly take it.

"Deal."

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[skyward-floored]

Leaves

Another Incredibles au fic... sort of a little character study? I suppose it could be that. I just started writing the other day and this came out, so it’s not much, but I figured it would be a shame not to post it. Maybe someone will like it.

Set when Sky and Warriors are preteens, and Time is a fairly-young adult. Little warning for implied past character death.

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Warriors walked slowly along the path he was following, his scarf trailing behind him as late afternoon light filtered past. It had been a bit of a detour to head here instead of straight home after school, and his legs were growing tired, but he’d been needing to come here for weeks, and finally had the time to today.

Warriors didn’t stop until the path curved, and he found himself at a tree with fan-shaped leaves that had begun to spread themselves across the ground.

There was a stone beneath it’s branches, and Warriors knelt beside it, gently brushing off the yellow leaves that had fallen on top. His hands brushed the letters carved into the stone, and he leaned back, smiling a little.

“Hey, Mom.”

A few moments of silence ticked by, and his smile faded, Warriors folding his hands in his lap as he exhaled.

“Um... I know I haven’t visited in a while, I’m sorry. Things have been kind of crazy lately. Time got in some trouble, and it was... a lot of stuff happened.”

He cleared his throat, and adjusted his scarf, shaking off the little flakes of ice that had begun to form on his fingers.

“We’re all doing okay now, though,” he continued, watching a leaf fall. “Time’s still kinda worried about me and Sky, even though we keep telling him we’re fine. He’s been sort of... clingy. But even though he’s been clingy, we finally convinced him to let us go out with him, so that’s been pretty great. We’ve already stopped some villains.

“Um... oh right, he hasn’t yet, but Time is totally going to propose soon. When he isn’t worrying over me and Sky, he’s acting almost giddy, it’s been so weird. He’s been so weird lately.”

Warriors huffed out a little laugh, then looked at the stone again, his smile slipping away.

“He really loves Malon. And I think you’d love her too Mom. I... wish you could meet her. We all do.”

He breathed out slowly, scratching his arm.

“I guess that’s pretty much it. I’m doing fine, in case you were wondering. Mostly just training with my powers. I figured out I can do really sharp icicle things if I focus really hard, so I’ve been trying to get better at that. I’ve also been working on making little stuff out of ice, but that’s not super useful...”

Warriors trailed off as a few leaves fluttered down around him, a weight much heavier than leaves weighing on his chest.

He closed his eyes.

“I miss you Mom. I... hope you’re proud of me. I’m trying.”

A leaf landed on Warriors’ head then, and he picked it up, running a thumb along it’s veins.

After a moment he raised his head, and let go of the leaf, conjuring some ice in his hands. He focused for several minutes, tongue slightly sticking out as he molded the ice in his hold, and slowly a flower appeared in his hands, made of pure ice. It was a little crude, and lacked the detail that Warriors would have preferred, but it would have to be good enough.

“I’ll come visit again soon,” he promised quietly, setting the flower at the base of the stone. “I have to go now though, or Time and Sky’ll worry. Even though I’ll be fine, and have powers to defend me, but you know. Time especially doesn’t need more stress.”

Warriors leaned back as a gust of wind blew some leaves past the stone in front of him, and he gently thumbed over the words again.

Then he breathed out, and got to his feet, noting that the late afternoon had trickled into evening while he’d been sitting. The leaves of the tree looked more orange now then yellow, and he tucked one in his pocket as it drifted by.

“I love you Mom. I’ll see you later.”

Warriors looked at the stone one more time, then gave a tiny smile, turning away and walking back down the path he’d come up.

A thin dusting of frost trailed behind him on the grass.

#Incredibles au #linkeduniverse #linked universe fanfic #lu warriors #past character death #Incredibles au fic #writing from the floor #this was the sort of melancholy thing I was talking about this morning #warriors knew his and Time’s mom much better then time did #not amazingly well mind you #but better then time who actually knew her for maybe ten minutes #anyway Warriors likes to visit and talk about what’s going on #he gets better at ice flowers when he’s older too #also random but the tree is a ginkgo #because they’re one of my favorite trees

[beyondthesefourwalls]

Can I request rooster, smut, front porch, with “Right here?” Prompt??? Ty ❤️

I loved this prompt so much 💕

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warnings: smut, outdoor sex

Porch Swing Swaying

Truly, you think the oversized porch swing was the best idea you had ever had. It hung from the ceiling of your front porch, and the extra money you had to fork out to make sure said ceiling could support such a project was worth every penny. You had always wanted a porch swing, and you had spent every day out here since you got it. It was the perfect spot for sipping your morning coffee or reading a book in the evenings, or even taking an afternoon nap or watching the rare thunderstorm that had rolled through San Diego just yesterday. 

The best part, though, was that it was big enough that your fiance could stretch out with you with little to no problem. There wasn’t room for any space between your bodies if you were both lying down, but a desire for distance wasn’t something either of you have ever had. 

It had gotten dark hours ago. The sky was an inky black, the moon hidden by some residual clouds. The outdoor string lights that lined the front porch were the only source of light. You and Bradley had been out here since the sun had set. At first, you had cuddled up as you scrolled through your phone looking at different honeymoon destinations and catering companies. But that had been discarded and now you lay with your legs tangled and your bodies pressed against each other tightly as you exchanged kisses. They had started slow and sweet, quickly simmering to an all consuming passion that you had never experienced with another human being before. 

To think, you’d get to feel this with him for the rest of your life. 

“I want you,” you breathed, tilting your head as much as you could as he tasted the skin of your neck, occasionally nipping softly. “Please, baby. I need you.” 

He pulled back just far enough to look at you. He met your eyes in the dim glow of the porch lights. You knew it was late enough that there was a slim chance of any of your neighbors coming outside, and dark enough to provide protection even if they did. The thin knitted blanket draped over the two of you would do the rest. 

“Right here?” 

You nodded, and he kissed you again, tangling his tongue with yours and tasting your mouth. Pushing his sweatpants and briefs down far enough to free his cock was easy, but you whined when your tight leggings gave you more trouble. Bradley chuckled against your lips but helped you ease the material all the way down your legs. You didn’t bother kicking them off all the way when they caught on one of your ankles, instead lifting your freed leg up and over his hip, opening yourself up for him. You gasped in delight when he immediately dipped his fingers inside of you, but shook your head. His fingers weren’t what you were after right now. 

“Need you,” you repeated, pushing your hips into his. You moaned when his cock brushed your clit and repeated the movement. 

“Shhh, baby. Had to make sure you were wet enough for me, but I should have known better. You’re always wet for me, aren’t you?” 

Your response was lost when he pushed himself into you. You felt so full, even before he bottomed out. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from screaming and waking up all of your neighbors. 

Despite the risk of being outside, Bradley was unhurried with his thrusts. He made sure you felt each and every drag of his cock, inch by tantalizing inch. The chains on the porch swing creaked as he whispered sweet and filthy things in your ear, and the coil inside of you grew tighter and tighter. Your orgasm crashed over you like a slow wave and you came with a breathy gasp of his name. He brought his lips back to yours again and you knew it was because he was close, too. Your pussy pulsed around him and it wasn’t long after that you felt his hips stutter and his warm cum fill you. 

The porch swing swayed gently as you lay there tangled together, and you knew, without a doubt, that this wouldn’t be the last time you did this here.

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[guy-writes]

CBF!König x GN!Reader (Chapter Three)

Warnings: no pronouns but 'you', König has a name, implied physical punishment (on König)

On the first day of suspension, Alexander and you become closer.

Working on formatting + new blog (Hello!)

Age: 12

Memory Four

“Apologies”

You and Alexander were hanging out in front of your place, on the porch. You both were sitting side by side on the steps. Alexander – of course – put space between you two, not that you minded. He was bouncing his left leg and spacing out, while you were looking down and rolling a pebble under your shoe. You guys were actually having a decent conversation though it came to a lull.  

“How much trouble were you in for yesterday?” Alexander asked suddenly. It was the first day of being suspended, you had never been suspended before in your life but Alexander said this was his third time. 

“For the same reasons…” He explained earlier. This wasn’t his first time fighting with both Felix and Max. The only difference, he said, was that you were there, he didn’t elaborate if that was a good thing or not. You didn’t ask for much details considering he looked pretty fed up about it and you didn’t want him getting more irritated. 

You learned pretty fast he could get frustrated easily.

“I didn’t get into much trouble… Just a stern talking to, plus my dad made me finish that essay before I could do anything,” you finally spoke. You remember sitting in the kitchen all evening yesterday, staring at a blank piece of paper and remembering how dumb this punishment was. Sure, you could write an essay about why fighting with your classmates was bad and how you wouldn’t do it again…

But clearly that didn’t work, and the principle couldn’t care less. 

Alexander had actually told you this was his third time writing the essay, and he was pretty sure the principal didn’t even read them. He mentioned he wrote the same paper twice using the same exact words and it was never once mentioned. 

“Oh…” Alexander faltered, softly wringing his hands together. You finally noticed he had three angry red marks on the back of his hands. You knew those weren’t there yesterday when you last saw him… and once he noticed you staring at them, he hid his hands in his jacket pockets. He looked slightly uncomfortable now as he stared out into the sky. You decided to just leave him be and continued rolling a pebble under your shoe. Recently, it’s been getting very cold, but today wasn’t so bad. You could see the little puffs of air when Alexander breathed out, his nose and cheeks were pink though he didn’t seem to be cold. You remember in your very short conversations with him you asked what his favourite season was and he answered:

“Winter.”

Alexander never elaborated on why, but you supposed he didn’t need to… although you were still curious.

“You mentioned your favourite season was winter… Why is that?” You asked. He perked up slightly from whatever slump he was in, glancing over at you before nodding.

“Wow- You… remembered?... Well, I don’t know…” He started fumbling over his words, fidgeting with his sleeve, but he powered through. 

“I find winter to be very pretty, I like the lights that they put up around town, and I love playing in the snow… plus my family seems… happier,” he smiled, like he was remembering a fond memory. You smiled along with him, satisfied with that answer, though you couldn’t help but wonder what his last statement meant… but that was a question for another day. 

“Uh, what’s your favourite season?” He asked, he looked a bit flustered from talking your ear off. You smiled more at this, you were making progress. 

“Hm, definitely fall… The leaves always change into the prettiest oranges and yellows. The weather gets cooler and brings about a change that’s comforting and familiar- plus, it’s when people whip out the coolest sweaters I’ve ever seen,” you beamed, Alexander gave a shy smile at that, seemingly agreeing with you. He looked down at his boots, a slight frown making its way to his face as he thought over something. 

“Um… I just wanted to…” There was a sudden change in the conversation as Alexander pondered for a moment. He shifted slightly, frowning like this was the greatest challenge known to man- whatever that was. He looked out into the neighbourhood before he mustered up enough courage. 

“My sister mentioned I should probably apologise to you for how I acted on the first day… So, sorry for you know, getting mad at you… ᴮᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵏᶦⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʳᵘᵉ,” He muttered out the last part. You rolled your eyes at that, but gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“That’s fine I guess…I just wanted to help a friend out-” you spoke before he interrupted.

“What-We’refriends?” He spoke so fast it took you a moment to process what he said.

“Uh, yeah… unless I assumed wrong?” You looked over at him, feeling embarrassed. Alexander was already looking at you with a wide eyed stare, then he squinted his eyes in suspicion. It was like he was studying you, to see if you were lying. When he didn’t seem to find anything, he nodded his head in approval. 

“...Okay… sure we can be… friends,” he seemed hesitant, making you think maybe he really didn’t want to be friends.

“Ah- we don’t have to be… You sound unsure, I don’t know, it’s fine." 

At this point, you were just trying not to feel hurt. 

“It’s not that! I just- well…” He hesitated with his words again.

“Maybe it will be weird… getting used to you… but,” he took a pause, sighing heavily and furrowing his brow. You were getting confused, was he not already used to your presence over the months you’ve been here?

“Ugh, okay all you need to know is that we are friends,” he looked fed up with where this conversation was going. 

“Alright…” was all you managed to say. The conversation ended there, on an awkward note. You weren’t satisfied with how it ended, Alexander was still so confusing. You looked up at the sky and saw the sun setting. Your dad tapped at the door, earning your attention before opening it, which you found weird… It's not like you were inside. 

“Hey, Alexander, your mom called and said to head home ‘cause it’s supper time,” your dad relayed Mrs. Lina’s message. Alexander nodded his head, standing up from his spot and brushed some dust away from his pants. He turned to look at you when he was at the gate. 

“Um, see you later?” He mumbled, he looked a little unsure, like you rejected him already. You gave him a reassuring nod and gave him a thumbs up. He perked up, waving at both you and your dad before meekly running off towards his house. You watched him go, and saw him disappear in the blue house. 

You’ve gained your first friend here, and hoped your friendship would last forever.

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[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Fatal Illusion

Part of this request

The world melted and twisted as you approached, your gray, smokey aura radiating off of you like a fog of war.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, you drew your revolver and the crack of gunfire echoed throughout the room, the bullet finding its target in the leg of Weiss Schnee, sending her tumbling to the ground and allowing Cinder to break free.

Quickly, Blake acted to stop her but was met by the butt of a handgun slamming into her skull, sending her careening into the wall.

Ruby’s scythe cut through the air, trying to stop Cinder from escaping, however your revolver blocked her strike and its twin was raised to her face and spit out a bullet.

Luckily for the red clad girl, she disappeared in a storm of flower petals before the bullet gave the walls a fresh coat of paint.

Yang tried to strike you but you and Cinder were already gone in a cloud of smoke before her fist had even come close.

When the haze cleared and she realized she hadn’t managed to hit you, she turned to her friends and her sister.

However, instead she saw three of you, one holding Weiss’s Rapier, another holding Blake’s sword, and the final one holding Ruby’s scythe.

Yang was confused for a moment but pushed it to the side, she had to beat you up and find out where you took the others after all.

Now, if only she knew that the others were right in front of her.

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You and Cinder rushed away from the scene of the skirmish, Cinder ensuring that she kept a safe distance from your Semblance as you brought it back under control.

Fatal Illusion.

The power to turn allies into enemies and enemies into allies.

It was a powerful Semblance, but it was indiscriminate.

Cinder knew well that if anyone else had this power, she would more than likely kill them on the spot upon finding out about it.

However, you were a different case.

Someone she had known for many, many years.

Someone who took great care in everything they do, especially when it involves their Aura.

Once upon a time, someone had called you the “Ice” to her “Fire”.

Cinder had to admit, it wasn’t exactly wrong.

You were a much calmer individual than her, much more stealthy, much more composed.

You had to be if you didn’t want your Semblance to run wild.

Much in the same way it was doing so now.

“Were you truly that worried about me?” Cinder teased as the two of you ran.

“Of course I was. You are important to me after all.” you answered honestly.

Cinder ignored the warmth in her chest she felt at what you said.

Every time she got into trouble, every time she found herself with her back to the wall, you would drop from the sky, Semblance turning life long friends into people who would kill each other at the drop of a hat.

And every time, when the two of you had escaped, you always said something like that.

#rwby x reader #cinder fall x reader #cinder fall #cinder x reader

[avatarkv]

The joke’s on me. (Exile)

After you have finally escaped the brutality of Quaritch, your feet wandered carelessly to Eywa-knows where. With no clan to return to, you will never guess where you end up at— the root of it all.

“How could I have brought war back to you if it never left the first place? Do not put the blame on me, oh great mighty warrior, I have already been long shouldering my clan’s battle cries— you have no idea.” (first part)

Content and warnings: Jake Sully x Reader! Age gap (reader is in her 20s while jake is mid 30s.) Mention of death/violence. Important author’s note at the end, do read it to avoid confusion!

Run.

You don’t know where to, you don’t know until when— your feet carried blisters and scratches along the unfamiliar pathway and harsh debris. It has been days, you kept in mind, but the adrenaline from escaping the cold shackles from that wretched place fueled you to keep going. You have no idea how long you were held captive and you couldn’t be bothered to know; the more you remained, the more the prayers grew desperate— death was already a blessing. All the test, the blood, and skin drawn was enough reason to keep going.

Miles Quaritch, you’ve learned, his name etched in every fiber of your being. You would come back for him—you won’t rest until he suffers on your very hands.

Your legs betrayed you, however, now wobbling from the fatigue. The rush was wearing off and the bruises stung all together. Eywa please give me strength, you faltered, just a bit more. You cried out for your Ikran one last time and still it was nowhere to be found no matter how much you screeched your lungs out, but you refused to mourn for another in such a short time. She is alive and probably far off.

Finally, you stopped. It was pouring and you scrambled to drink from the large leaves, the relief slightly burning your sore throat. You grunted loudly in exhaustion, trying to wash your face from the muck and the icky feeling of dry blood. There was no time to cry nor any to process your grief— you needed help and you needed it fast. The sky people remain among them and they would stop at nothing to get what they want.

In the distance, someone scurries at the sight of an unfamiliar na’vi on hunting territory. He hid himself before all the greenery while clutching the loaded bow, ready to retaliate. You were in apparent distress, but he couldn’t falter on a possible enemy.

“Who are you?” And that was his mistake, making himself known. Now terribly alarmed, you quickly ran to blend with your surroundings, immediately catching him off guard. He frantically examined the place— plants, trees, more plants. He readied his bow, movements sharp and steady.

You were never taught to conflict with danger face first so with quiet steps, you sneaked behind him, twisting him harshly by the mouth and pinning him down. He gulped, feeling the sharp make-shift dagger inches from his throat. Only now did you get a good look of his face—he was a kid. His breathing deepened, clearly panicked from the full grown Na’vi taking him down.

“Who are you?” This time you asked, inching the weapon closer.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan” He answered after a beat, “From the Omatikaya Clan. I did not intend to frighten you, let alone do harm.”

“Yet you draw out your bow, boy?”

“You’ve frightened me,” Your grip slowly loosened as you finally stood, grabbing him by the hand to pull him up. “What are you doing outside territory?”

“Take me to your Tsahik and you will get your answers.” Unconsciously dusting his back from the dirt, you take a good look at him, checking if you did anything serious.

The younger was troubled—troubled between following an elder and possibly bringing home danger. Neteyam was a good kid, you can tell by the way his tone remained gentle despite the situation. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you gave him a stiff grin of reassurance. “You will need my help, trust me.”

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“You brought home a stranger?” Their voices were loud inside their home, despite their effort of keeping it down. It started with them whispering, then shouting, then whispering again. They scolded each other and you could only feel a bit sorry for Neteyam who agreed to take you to their place shortly after.

“What was I to do? Leave her alone while the night approaches?” He reasoned, “She needed help and I got her here, that’s it. If she turns out to be a problem, let father take care of her.”

“Not until father skins you first,”

“Lo’ak you’re not helping.”

Horns blasted in the distance, a signal of arrival. Your head turned to the once empty space, now crowded with eager onlookers. They welcomed the approaching warriors, a few to check up on their loved ones. There was a tug on your heartstrings as you watched the families—the parents and their children.

The flap from behind opens as the four quickly go out, the little one smiling from ear to ear as she yells out “Sempul!”. Your eyes followed to where she ran to, the others walking right after. Your chest tightened and you noticed the change in your demeanor.

In all of his glory, the Toruk Makto. A button was pushed the moment he dismounted his Ikran, scanning the crowd that slowly surrounded him and the other warriors—your insides were on fire and both your palms balled tightly. He was here—no. You were here. In his home. You.

You felt ridiculed, almost as if what had happened was a big punchline. You have only known this man from stories— from the songs of your folk! How could you have possibly known that you’d somewhat follow his very son to his clan? The consequence of his stay bred conflict— his very presence a menace. It resulted in the death of many, including your family. You needed someone to blame; someone to help carry the burden of bloodshed and you shamelessly threw it on him. In your mind, you hurt him over and over.

Jake Sully, the second name you’ve learned that had wronged you terribly. You wanted nothing more than to claw his eyes out—to draw blood.

He embraced his family lovingly; you noticed the lack of presence from a mother, but you couldn’t care less. You were fuming, almost as if smoke blew from your ears. Kiri whispers something to his ear and immediately, his eyes are on you, staring intently.

“Who are you?” He asked, walking towards your unmoving figure near his home. His hand was tightly gripping your forearm as he pulled you close. Jake Sully knew that he shouldn’t be too welcoming in times like this; there were already multiple reports of dream walkers outside their vicinity and he couldn’t risk the safety of his clan—of his family, but you couldn’t speak at all. Your gaze was hard on him and he felt uneasy. “Speak or you leave.”

His accent was thick and his tone dripped of authority, but his insides churned in worry. He scanned your features; the stripes that traveled your face and the dots littered across—but most of all, it was the many wounds he noticed. You were scared yet the strong gaze you held almost said otherwise.

“Let go, skxawng!” You hissed, almost like his mere touch had singed your skin.

“Skxawng?” He looked at you incredulously.

“Yes, you--!” And before you could tell him the ugliest profanities known to Pandora, a voice from the background halts both of you.

“Eywa has expected you here,” The Tsahik interrupted before the horde and in an instant, all eyes were on her. She walked towards us, gaze unwavering, “Let her stay.”

And that must have been the cruelest joke the great mother has bestowed— for you to find rest from the root of it all. You could feel the anguish heighten, drowning your already aching body. Then suddenly, the overlapping whispers tuned themselves out as your vision unfocused.

“No, I was only about to leave.” But it has been days, you reminded yourself; days of running, of hiding, and finding food. Every step you took, your feet wobbled—whether it was from exhaustion or the overwhelming silence, you didn’t know. However, after a quick breath, you collapsed. While the exhaustion finally made its way in your entirety, you have found warmth on somebody’s arms.

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You were pretty like this, he thought. Unlike the harsh approach a while ago, your still figure and relaxed visage was a stark contrast to today’s incident. Mo’at had already tended to your wounds and asked Jake Sully to watch over you– and watch, he did.

The lit torches scattered generously around the hut casted a glowing beam on your face as if it was intended for you to be seen like this; in a different light– but he couldn’t shake off the snarl off your face prior to meeting him. The great mother had intended this, but why? Your sudden movements startled him out of his chain of thoughts and only now did he realize he was staring.

“Tsahik?” You groaned,

“Wrong, try again.” His voice was enough for you to finally pry your eyes open and you were met with his tilted head, analyzing your every move. “She went to rest, it is already late.”

“So you think it’s okay to stare at a woman while she’s vulnerable?”

“You’re killing me here,” Jake stood, gathering the fruits he prepared beforehand.

Jake continued talking but his words drowned under the loudness of your thoughts– this was real and he was right in front of you; to let your emotions burst right here and now would be a mistake, so you kept it– now buried along the tears still unshed. It was cruel– cruel cruel cruel cruel cruel and you could only swallow loudly. If Jake had noticed the change in your demeanor, he doesn’t comment about it and passes you the now chopped food.

“Sky people,” Your eyes finally met his as you carefully formed the words needed to be said, “They have attacked our home and I could only run.” half a lie.

“And your family? Are they–”

“They are fine. They managed to save themselves and only I was separated.” You took a bite from the fruit and you slightly coughed– your throat was on fire and it hurt to gulp down.” But right now I need help to return to them. I want to fight back.”

And there it was again, the glint in your eyes. “Slow down, do you even know the way back to your clan?”

Your appetite was immediately gone after the question, your head hung low. You tried to remember– but you could only visualize all the red and darkness; the roughness of their hands and how they inflicted pain. “No, but it’s not enough reason for me to stop.”

“They are coming for you, Toruk Makto.”

His face visibly grimaced from the title, even flinching a bit. The fire crackled loudly and you both sat in overwhelming silence.

“Get some rest, we have a lot to do.” He stood and gathered his things, stepping forward the exit of the hut.

“We have a lot to do– what do you mean?”

“You want to return to your clan, no?” He looked back to your figure, an expression painted on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. “We must act immediately– tomorrow.”

☆ mauve here! i'm so so sorry to disappoint, but i have changed the pairings to jake sully x reader instead of neteyam. i often start my writings with no plans whatsoever /and honestly, it is such a bad trait of mine and now it's biting me right in the ass/ so pairing it with neteyam was an impulsive decision because i had no actual idea for how the fic was gonna work out (i think as i write) and now that i've written the second part, i realized how the plot would suit jake more.

with that being said, i will not be tagging anyone who asked to be on the list because they might have been expecting neteyam;((( i'm really sorry and i hope it isn't at all weird, switching to his literal father. however, if people do find this weird, i have no problems with taking it down and starting anew!

i will still be writing for neteyam! just not in this series. i have a dozen more drafts and i wish to finish all of it. i also take requests! &lt;3

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