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[adrunkskeletonsduck]

Can you please write Aonung x jake sully! Daughter, he begins teases her as a way for demonstrating his attraction but takes it too far and her brothers get involved?

Tʜᴇ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ Yᴏᴜʀ Wᴏʀᴅs | Pᴀʀᴛ 1

➜ Pairing: Aonung x fem!Sully!reader

➜ Warnings: Body shaming, mentions of having body image issues

➜ Word Count: 0.5k

➜ Notes: Please be kind, and remember that picking on people is not the right way to convey you attraction to them.

Pᴀʀᴛ 1 | Pᴀʀᴛ 2 | Pᴀʀᴛ 3

Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“My body?” you repeated, looking down at yourself with a frown, then back up at Aonung, who had a teasing smile on his face as he nodded with a laugh. You brought your arms over your torso, trying to cover as much of it as you could as tears pricked your eyes. You felt stupid for taking it so seriously even when you knew he was just teasing you, but this was a weak spot of sorts for you.  

The Omiticaya weren’t people who entertained silly concepts like beauty standards, but you had developed a bad habit of comparing yourself to other Na’vi girls after seeing a friend do it when you were children, and that had eventually led to deep rooted body insecurity.  

Neytiri was the first to notice the longing looks you’d watch other girls with and what could only be described as the disgusted way you’d look at yourself. She’d sat you down and asked about it, then consoled you when you came clean, crying because of how ashamed you’d felt. She’d agreed to keep her lips shut about it with Jake after you’d begged her not to tell him, but at some point, he’d found out. The two of them helped you through it, and it had been bumpy and hard but slowly you’d began to make progress. 

“You really think my body looks weird?” You asked again  

“Just a bit,” Aonung laughed, reaching out to poke at your rib cage. You flinched away from the contact, which made furrow his eyebrows in confusion and look up to see your glossy eyes and quivering lip. Instantly his face fell and he reached out, opening his mouth to try and backtrack his words, but another hand slapped it away quickly.  

Neteyam stepped between the two of you, seemingly appearing from thin air, eyes blazing, and face set in a furious glare. He reached a hand out, wrapping it around you protectively and pushing you behind him.  

“Don’t you ever touch to her again.” He spat, and Aonung sputtered in response,  

“I didn’t mean to-“he began, trying to move around Neteyam and speak to you, but Neteyam pushed you further behind him and cut him off, not allowing him excuses or an explanation.  

“Do you understand?” Aonung clenched his jaw, shooting Neteyam his own glare at the harshness of his words before turning on his heel and storming off. Once he was a safe distance away, Neteyam turned to you, who was on the verge of tears. He placed his hands on the sides of your arms, checking you for any physical harm.  

“Are you okay? I heard what he said,” you sucked in a sharp breath, glancing at his worried face before fixing your eyes firmly on the ground.  

With a shaky voice you replied, “Yeah, I’m fine.” Neteyam didn’t believe it for a second, 

“Don't listen to him, okay? There’s nothing weird about your body.” You nodded along with his words, wiping a few stray tears that had fallen. You knew Aonung hadn't meant any harm, he often teased you, although it was a much friendlier and innocent type of teasing as opposed to how he treated your siblings. But his intentions didn’t matter because the damage had been done and it would take a lot more than any apology to fix. 

#Aonung x reader #sully!reader #x reader #avatar way of the water #avatar twow #aonung imagine #aonung x you #aonung #aonung x y/n #avatar fic #beautiful body #adrunkskeletonsduck

[aurora-starwars]

ALSO IN SONG CORDS YOU REPEATED A PARAGRAPH TWICE JUST TO LET YK? 🙌 NOT SURE IF ITE SUPPOSED TO BE THERE BUT

That's my friend @adrunkskeletonsduck 's fic that i reposted, send your love over to her!

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#aurora-starwars #<3333 #adrunkskeletonsduck

[milequaritchsslut]

can u do aftercare w/ miguel? ty!!🤍

He’s be such a sweetheart omg

Aftercare with Miguel O’Hara

Warnings: Mentions of sex, fluff, Princess Treatment, slight fingering, breeding kink (?), teasing, Miguel being the sweetest fiancé ever!

‘You did so good mami’ he cooed from above you, hands caressing your flushed cheeks. Eyes filled with love for his one and only, his precious little girl. He pulled out of you, cock dripping with his seed as he smiled down at you.

‘You know your my little princess right?’ He asked softly, voice dripping with affection and warmth. He watched as his seed seeped out of your tight cunt and onto the sheets. ‘The pretty girl is making a mess’ he teased as his fingers pushed the rest back in as he admired your face twisting, another soft moan falling from your lips.

‘Mhm—that’s a good girl’ he smiled down at you, fingers slipping out of you effortlessly as he placed a loving kiss on your flushed cheeks. He slowly sat up, walking into the bathroom, he grabbed a damp cloth and walked back in. ‘It’s all nice and warm for you ok baby?’ He reassured as the cloth made its way down to your cunt. Wiping away any fluids left below, rubbing the palm of your hand as he cleaned you up. In turn calming down your tense nerves, relaxing at his touch as you let out a soft sigh.

‘You feel better princesa?’ Placing the wet cloth in the hamper and crawling next to you. His hands made their way to your waist and pulled you onto his lap. Your small legs cuddled in between his lean and muscular thighs. ‘Mhm’ you smiled softly, cuddling into his chest, feeling so warm and protected by your fiancé. ‘Love you so much’ you whined out kindly, eyes fluttering closed as you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep.

‘Sleep tight mami’

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[tinkerbelle05]

Bruce Wayne being a proud parent headcanons

Bruce is the type of dad to just endlessly and shamelessly brag about his kids to anyone who would listen. Be it during patrols, galas, PTA meetings, business meetings, hell even JL meetings. The man doesn’t care at all.

Bruce would have a stuffy wallet that’s just pictures of his babies doing wonderful things. There’s a picture of a tiny Jason with a big smile holding a blue ribbon with a A+ on it for winning the school’s spelling bee and right next to it is Damian with a sheepish expression and bright red cheeks, holding an art piece he did that got a 100 on.

Of course what’s in the wallet differs on what Bruce is doing. He’s not gonna pull out a picture of Cass’s recital as Batman, which leads to the rumor of the Batfam wearing their costumes 24/7. That makes them scarier than they were before.

In that wallet, there’s a photo of Dick as Robin smiling with two thumbs up while a goon lays unconscious, a picture of Robin!Tim trying to get a cat out of a tree, and a picture of Signal helping an old lady cross the street while Spoiler holds her groceries.

And of course if said kid is next to him, well expect to have 20 minutes of your time being spent by Bruce Wayne gushing about his little boy. While said “little boy” is like 6’5 and can easily tower over the both of you with a deep voice. And Bruce doesn't even notice (and if he does, he simply doesn't care) and continues with the conversation.

Damian is the most embarrassed by Bruce’s bragging, being unused to this much praise being expressed openly, while Jason and Dick relish in the praise Bruce gives them because Dick is a natural-born performer and Jason is the youngest child at heart who needs to have all of his Dad’s attention on him.

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[urmomschocolatemilk]

“The world was on fire and no one could save me but you”

Simon who’s not a stranger to the struggles of mental health or unhealthy and addictive coping mechanisms.

Simon who always picks up the phone when you call, no mater how late it may be, ready to help in anyway he can.

Simon who helps drag you out of bed when you haven’t been up to it for the past week, helping you shower and dress yourself.

Simon who holds you close through nightmares and panic attacks the same way you held him. Soothing your cries of pain with gently cooed comforts and delicate touches.

Simon who hides from his own pains and traumas behind his mask, but you know.

Simon who needs time to adjust to the idea of being vulnerable with someone and appreciates your patience with him.

Simon who pinky promised you, even though he didn’t like pinky promises, that you were both in this together.

Simon who will always be there for you, through thick and thin, because no one was there for him until you came into his life.

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[aoteyam]

Avatar | ATWOW : FIC RECCOMENDATIONS

This is for anyone else who is searching for certain avatar (wotw) fics; I’ve got you.

note: if you’re a minor please remember to read warnings and authors notes, majority of them should be sfw blogs; Also apologies to the authors of they’re getting a lot of notifications from me - your works are just that good.

**will keep updating this **

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Second : AONUNG FANFICS | Categorised: A-Z

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• A •

Abience @sereisstuff

Actually the worst @mcdonaldsplayground

Alive @netegf

All mine @gloryy-vs

Ao’nung 1, 2 @marvelsage

Ao’nung is frustrated @cordyce

Aonungs little rival @eywascall

Artic @ilici

A long way home & pt.2 @riverlikethelake

A Necklace @neteyamslovrr

• B •

— BASKETBALL PLAYER AO’NUNG HEADCANONS ! @livelaughloak

Best pillows, @/eywascall

Beauty| Ao’nung x fem reader @aonungstsahik

boyfriend ao'nung headcannons! | ao'nung @eclipseatsea

But your so much more than that… @/aonungstsahik

Being Ao’nung’s Sully Mate - @nyctophicbtch

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Ceasefire @refiwrites

Confess @/aonungobession

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enjoy the silence | ao’nung. @aboutescapism

• F •

Fish Boy @/ ilici

Fish lips (1-6) @eywathemother

• G •

Going back home to the forest @/eywascall

Getting over it @m-oddinsdottir

• H •

Hair Fixing @zynxwrite

Hidden feelings @sweetpeas-serpent-princess

• I •

If You Want to Live Here... @aonungsz

It’s over @/theycallmesia

I Love you more than any @/aonungyou-shit

i only need you | ao'nung @/eclipseatsea

I see you. @/aonungobession

I wanted to ask you that @rottingspoiledmilk

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• K •

Knowing before you, @/eywascall

• L •

Love song. @pand0radreamland

• M •

Mixed feelings @/neteyamslovrr

— Modern Boyfriend Ao’nung @/yawntutsyip

Movies? You mean crying time? @/aonungyou-shit

• N •

Necklace @meowcatsposts

Not in my eyes @hrtleo

No ordinary love @loakism

New ways to sleep @/eywascall

• O •

One love, two mouth @fleurmiss

our breath burns in the shadows of the deep. @viinieroxide

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Pride @/neteyamslovrr

Punchable @/neteyamslovrr

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Quiet time ruined @dawnwritez

R

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Silly little Things @/aonungsz

Stars in the ocean @/angelltheninth

Sun and Moon @janners

Surprising tactics @boinitwdidthat

Sweet nothing @aonungapologist

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Tardy Volume 1,2,3 @seashelldom

their favourite places to kiss you @heartdenks

| The Governor's Son | Ao'nung x F Reader | Human AU @lexstara1

The tree - Ao’nung @/marvelsage

the true beginning? @/sweetpeas-serpent-princess

The weight of your words @adrunkskeletonsduck (1-3)

Tree hugger girlfriend @thaliathewriter

˚ʚ ᗢ. ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ₊˚✧ @lorre-verie

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Weakened by Eywa @shkudss

When you cry during an argument @lo-aksgf

WIFE PROTECTION SQUAD DEPLOYED @/eywascall

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you couldn’t swim @notkody-ig

You simply hate me @/aonungapologist

Your beautiful features @nanakouu

Z

# -123 - REQ

3.24 pm @/adrunkskeletonsduck

Aonung x fem!sully!readers @maxiebat

Ao'nung x Sully!reader @strawberryys-stuff

Aonung x Sully!reader @yunaloona

Req (Aonung x Omaticaya fem!reader) , Request.2 @angelltheninth

Aonung Headcannons @/seashelldom

ao’nung x reader! @livelaughloak

ao'nung x Metkayina! reader @hearts4neteyam

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[miseries-mistress]

TRAPPED | ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Synopsis: General Grievous was a slippery droid, always managing to escape the Republic's grasp. You and Anakin were fueled by this once and a lifetime opportunity to bring Grievous into justice where he belongs. What will you do when you find yourself trapped on the Separatist's ship Grievous is currently residing on? Will you finally put an end to the infamous general?

Warnings: fluff, gender-neutral reader, seriously no angst (this time), anakin is nothing but a sweetheart, canon typical violence. W/C: 2862

Note: okay, my eddie era is finished (i might post one more because i have a rough draft but who knows), and star wars prequels have taken their place. I sincerely hope you enjoy. this oneshot is also dedicated to @adrunkskeletonsduck, love ya :)

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"Anakin, this is stupid."

"No, it's not," he scoffs before continuing to crawl through the tight vents. 

"We are in the ventilation of Grievous's man cruiser with no map, no sense of direction, and praying the Obi-Wan has seen our distress signal."

"Yeah-huh, I still don't see the problem."

Upon your and Anakin's fight with General Grievous, you pursued him onto his vessel with the intent of finally bringing him to justice after long grueling months of tracking him. What you didn't expect was for the ship to depart from your cruiser a second later, leaving you stranded on a Separatist's ship with your partly damaged comm link. Anakin's was utterly destroyed, leaving yours your only hope of escape. He suggested that crawling in the vents would give you a better view of the ship and keep you undetected while you waited for backup. The problem was, you didn't know where you were heading. This ship had a completely different layout than any other Separatist ship you've ever encountered, leaving you with no choice but to put your faith in the Force to guide you somewhere safe. 

Once glowing a bright green, your comm link stuttered before powering off. You hit the screen once, then twice, your frustration boiling as you come to the terrible conclusion; your comm link died. The excessive damage it received must have affected its battery, letting it drain faster than usual. 

Anakin turned around, letting his gaze fall on your now broken communicator. His shoulders slumped, and he sighed, running a gloved hand through his locks before pulling on the ends. You lost the easiest and most proficient way to get off the ship. Now, your only hope for escape was to go to the control room to manually send a distress signal to Obi-Wan. Unfortunately, the main control room, which contained all their communications and transmission supports, was sure to be teeming with droids. 

It is not that you couldn't take them, far from it actually, but it put you and Anakin at unnecessary risk of being spotted, and if General Grievous caught a whiff that two Jedi- Anakin no less- were stranded here, you would be used as hostages against the Republic. You were trained for years of your life not to be anyone's burden, and with some of the Council's and the Republic's, for that matter, prized generals and Jedi's here, they would have no choice but to bow to Grievous's demands. Or he would lead them into a trap, ultimately raising the death toll just to save you. The risk had just doubled and now considerably more was at stake than your and Ankain's lives.

Anakin must have had a similar train of thought because he sank back against the metal vent, resting his hands on top of his knees while he let his head hang low. This, by far, was not an ideal situation. 

"We have to go to the main control room." You leaned back against the cold metal, your own anxieties stirring within you at your predicament. Anakin, sensing your distress, crawls from his side of the vent, next to you. The space was tight, leaving little for him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. You feel his heart beat next to your head, and you place a hand on his chest, delving into his warmth. Anakin chuckles lowly at your eagerness as his hand runs across your back, rubbing soothing circles along your spine. You became weak to the heat of such a simple gesture. 

It's rare moments like these that you savor the most. The ones where you could be close to the man you unapologetically love, with no wandering eyes watching and criticizing your every move, telling you that your love, as pure as the sunlight washing over the planets, was a path to the dark side. It was just you and him for the rest of time. 

Even though the two of you had been involved for months now, you rarely found time to be with each other due to the demands of war. The only way you two could spend time together was at night, after the day's duties, when Anakin could sneak into your apartment. It was risky due to the Jedi's apartments being a part of the temple, but you worked around it for the sake of one another. 

The early mornings and the late nights were reserved solely for Anakin; even if all you did was sleep, you were near him. With the moon hanging high over Coruscant's bustling planet, you would feel his heart beating in his chest, its slow rise and fall, and the soft fabric of the shirt that clung to his powerful muscles would lull you to sleep without fail. It was a very needed reminder that he was safe and, most importantly, alive after a daring mission. Even though your time together was spread thin, you always made the most of it, always. 

A voice in the back of your head reminded you of the task at hand, and you very reluctantly spoke. "We need to go, Anakin."

"I know," he murmurs, resting his head on top of yours. In his signature, you could sense the reluctance to leave the peaceful moment you two created, but he knew you were right. The longer you stayed here, the chances of being rescued dwindled drastically. 

"We should do this more often," you announce, and you feel Anakin's heart rate accelerate against your face. 

"What? Get stuck on a Separatist's ship?" he retorts, placing a chaste kiss on your hair. You roll your eyes, burying your face deeper into his robes. 

"No, just exist like this together." You felt his admiration flow in heavy waves through the Force. Your chest gave a funny squeeze to the sensation as he pulled you closer, just for a second, to feel you as his mind worked into overdrive of how he could prolong the moment the two of you seemed trapped in. 

"I would like that too," he finally said, pressing one last lingering kiss to your forehead, ensuring that you could feel every ounce of love and affection he harbored for you in the simple point of contact. He pulls away from you a second later, biting back his smile as he watches your face fall. "C'mon, we need to start moving if we are ever to get out of here," he announces, pulling his body away from yours.

"Then lead the way, chosen boy." Anakin shakes his head at the nickname you came up with years ago while he starts crawling forward, peeking down at the vents every time he passes them. You follow him, wincing at every creak in the metal as your knees bite harshly into the unforgiving floor. From the surroundings below, you could guide yourself to the control room. 

"I think we're here," Anakin said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looks back at you to catch your nod as you look over his shoulder at the view below. From what you could see, the control room was below you, a room separate from the bridge. About four droids were standing idly while they chatted amongst themselves. 

Your goal now was to make the most minimal noise possible, which would be your biggest struggle. If the droids fired shots from their blaster or even attempted to contact the bridge, you would be finished. Your following movements would have to be made with the utmost precision.

"What's the plan now, general?" you inquired Anakin, watching as his lips curled into a frown at the title.

"It's Anakin to you."

"What about Ani?"

"What about you shut up and focus?"

You stick your tongue out at him, and the crease between his eyebrows deepens. You are about to make a snarky retort before Anakin places a gloved finger over the curve of your lips. He warningly glares at you, his eyes darting down to the droids. Then, there's the unmistakable sound of the door swooshing open and the metallic clanking of footsteps. General Grievous, the droid you were supposed to be pursuing, steps into the room. 

You feel your blood run cold and drain from your face, your heart sinking into your stomach. Grievous wasn't supposed to be here. Did he catch onto you and Anakin? How does he know? Why is he here? A thousand questions swirled in your mind while Anakin removed his finger from your face, placing his hand on yours. The slight contact breathed a bit of life back into you, helping to ground you back to the present. 

"Uh, sir?" one of the droids asked.

"What?" Grievous spit, his cape billowing slightly behind him. 

"Have you found the Jedi?" the other spoke up, and through the robotic voice, you could detect a bit of hopefulness. 

"No," Grievous growled, stomping over the panel. "The Jedi scum have nowhere to run. They will try to contact their friends for help. You need to be ready to alert me when you see them. I will deal with these Jedi personally."

"Roger Roger," they respond as Grievous finishes whatever he came in to do, stomping out the door a minute later. As soon as the door closes, you and Anakin breathe a sigh of relief. That was way too close for comfort, you think, and the most disturbing part is that they know you are still on board. You could feel your chances of escape dwindling significantly, and the reality of the situation started to seep in. 

Yes, you wouldn't be stuck here for eternity, but their arrival would take even longer if the others didn't discover your and Anakin's whereabouts. They would also have to consult the Council about a rescue mission, and maybe, just maybe, that's what they were doing now. They must know that you are on one of Grievous's ships, but which ship was the million credit question. If you can successfully send out a signal, they will know which ship is too bored to extract you two.  

You turn to Anakin, only to find his eyes shut tight in concentration. Then, you hear a faint banging sound of something not too far outside the room. The droids stand alert and look at each other before filing out of the room to investigate. Anakin opens his eyes, a triumphant smirk resting casually on his features as he kicks out the vent cover. It falls with a loud clang on the floor, and Anakin jumps through the opening. You follow suit, landing on the floor beside him. You head to the doors without a word, taking the cover off as you pull the wires unceremoniously out of their socket, jamming the doors. 

You turn to Anakin, who is already at work, sending a distress signal. You listen for any movement outside, almost collapsing in relief when it's quiet as a tomb. 

"Done," Anakin finally proclaims, stepping away from the panel. Now, it is left to a waiting game. As you step away from the doors, you turn around to face Anakin. 

"What now?" Your gaze wanders to the many buttons displayed in front of you. Anakin takes a look around the room before responding. 

"We wait. Obi-Wan might try to send a transmission through, so it's probably best if we remain here…." 

You both felt it simultaneously, the force of it enough to stop you dead in your tracks. There's a rippling wave of anger through the Force, growing in intensity as it nears your location. 

Grievous.

Son of a bitch. 

You and Anakin glanced at each other, feeling around for your lightsaber attached to your hip. Its familiar weight met you, the cool metal resting on your sweaty palm. It was daunting, to say the least, to fight Grievous again. Far stronger Jedi have battled him, and none of them have succeeded. It was a heavy burden placed on your and Anakin's shoulders to bring this droid to justice after escaping it more times than you can count on two hands. 

Two lightsabers were thrust through the heavy door as they burned a circle through the thick metal. It broke away a second later, and the infamous General Grievous strutted through the opening. If droids could smirk, you're sure his would stretch across his face. 

"Jedi," he sneered, raising his two lightsabers in front of him. You and Anakin ignited your own, the sound of its humming filling the air. 

"Grievous," Anakin darkly addressed, taking his stand. 

"I can't kill you, not yet. We need to show the Jedi how weak their beloved pets are." In the blink of an eye, Anakin lunges for Grievous, lightsabers whirring as you jump into the fray. 

Fighting with a lightsaber was like dancing. It required not only strength and mobility but gracefulness to sweep around the enemy, to move your feet and body in such a way to gain the advantage. Every swing of your lightsaber you brought down upon Grievous was beautifully coordinated with Anakin's. That's the thing about you two; you compliment each other in battle. As he focuses on offense and lacks in defense, you back up his defense while he assists you in offense. It's stunning, really, to witness a lightsaber battle of this caliber. The colors clash, emitting a horrible hissing sound as it makes contact while the other blades whir and whizz through the air. 

Despite you and Anakin working in sync, Grievous moves faster than any human's reflexes, always countering any attack thrown his way, spinning the fight to his advantage. Of course, you knew this from battling him previously but seeing how quick he reacts puts your reflexes to shame. It's easy to see that you are fighting an uphill battle. Grievous predicts your attacks too quickly to be able to deal any real damage to him. It's a stalemate, and you are worried Anakin won't recognize the direction this battle is taking until it's too late. 

Grievous spins his lightsaber down hard on yours, causing you to stumble back. He takes advantage of your unsteadiness as his attacks grow more aggressive. Your muscles ache from their extensive use, and you find your reflexes become more sluggish with each swing. You are not the only one the battle seems to take a toll on; Anakin's previously aggressive attacks are growing more defensive. One of Grievous's lightsabers comes down next to your head, almost singing your hair in the process. Sweat drips down your face, adrenaline furiously pumping through your veins to make you forget the way your body doesn't seem to move the way you want it to. 

It's not long before he has you pinned, his other arm still deflecting Anakin's attacks. The hope you once clung to that you would make it out here was dwindling, and the prospect of your defeat became more of a reality. 

"You're finished, Jedi," Grievous snarls, dipping his head down to look into your eyes, glistening with struggle. 

"I don't think so."

A lightsaber cuts through Grievous's legs, and in a split second, he drops to the floor. The sound of metal clanging bounces off the walls. Obi-Wan stands triumphantly behind Grevious before his eyes fall on you and Anakin. Ahsoka skids down the corridor with a clone squadron following close behind. You can see the relief gleaming in Anakin's eyes as he collapses into one of the chairs, his chest heaving with exertion. 

"You couldn't have arrived any sooner?" Anakin asks, putting his lightsaber back. 

"Well, we had some…complications trying to find you," Obi-Wan replies, taking a step forward. 

"Yeah, yeah, now we need to go," Ahsoka urges, pointing to the corridor to her left. 

"It's a pleasure to see you too, Snips-"

"Wait… where Grievous?" you exclaim, jumping to your feet despite your body's protest. You can feel the panic settling into the room as the clone troopers look frantically around. 

"The vent!" Obi-Wan shouts pointing to where you and Anakin entered the room. "It's too late. We need to leave."

You and Anakin shared a weary glance before you followed Obi-Wan out and back to the cruiser. It took no more than five minutes to enter the security of the republic ship, you and Anakin walking side by side the entire time. 

"See, that wasn't so bad," Anakin commented, shooting you a smile. 

"Sure, Anakin, sure."

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Heyy!! Can I request something cute and romantic with Aonung x fem! metkayina reader. Maybe some romantic confession and laying in hut and just being in each other arms

3:24ᴘᴍ

➜ Pairing: Aonung x fem!metikayina!reader

➜ Warnings: fluff, none

➜ Word Count: 0.9k

➜ Notes: I would have gotten this out sooner but microsoft word literally stopped working for like 2-3 days and i went through probably one of the most traumatic experiences of my life and was super out of it for a few days. My writing drive has also been run into the ground lmao.

Anyway hope y'all enjoy!!

Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“He really did a number on you,” you mumbled with a shake of your head and Aonung scowled at your comment, making your lips curl in amusement. You found what the Sully boys had done to him almost humorous given the fact he had been picking on them non-stop since they arrived. You weren't sure why he’d been so mean to them, but you figured he’d have to warm up to them eventually since they seemed to be staying.   

“I didn’t come here to have it shoved in my face,” he snipped back dryly, moving to sit against the wall and stretching his body out in the empty hut. You snorted as you turned, looking through the basket of medical supplies you had and beginning to patch him up.   

“I don’t know what you expected skxawng, you’ve been nothing short of awful to those kids since they got here.” He simply huffed wordlessly, letting you work on him in a silence. You tried to work quickly, disinfecting the small cut on his cheek bone and slathering his bruise with a paste to help with the pain.   

“What do you think of them?” Aonung blurted the question once you’d finished, breaking the silence. You hummed thoughtfully at his question, putting away the supply's and pushing the basket by the entrance of the hut so you wouldn’t forget it on your way out.   

“Well, I haven't really had a chance to talk to any of them yet, but they seem like a nice bunch of kids,” you answered after a moment.  

“But you're not interested in any of them, right?” he asked, and his question made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You were unsure of why but it almost sounded like he was worried you had taken an interest in them. His cheeks flushed a light pink and he attempted to clarify what he meant, "I mean – like – you don’t think either of them are attractive-”   

You laughed, cutting him off and making his face hot with embarrassment as a deep blush made its way up his neck to the tips of his ears. He was aware of how he sounded, but as ridiculous as the question was, it had been eating at him since they’d arrived.   

“Aonung what are you talking about?” your voice was teasing, full of amusement as you spoke.   

He refused to look at you as he answered, “Well Tsireya has a crush on Lo’ak, so I was just wondering if you also might have been into one of them, because-” he began to ramble, very obviously flustered. You suppressed a giggle behind a smile, you couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten so worked up like this, let alone over you. You thought it was quite cute.   

Placing a hand on his cheek you attempted to bring him back to the real world, “Aonung,” you said softly, and the sound of his name coming from your lips had him swallowing whatever words that sat on the tip of his tongue, and his breath hitching in his throat.  

“Yeah,” he whispered back, and your smile only widened.   

“Why would I ever look at them, when I could look at you.” The words themselves sounded like they should have been a question, but they came out as more of a statement. They had Aonungs heart racing and eyes widening. Were you saying what he thought you were saying? You had to be, he thought, what else could you have meant? This was most definitely not the way he had imagine a confession between the two of you going, for starters he had always imagined he’d confess first.  

Hesitantly he leaned closer to you until he was just a hair's breadth away from you. The proximity had you swallowing harshly, your eyes dropping to his lips and making your cheeks warm. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as he closed the gap, and you were sure he could hear it as you slipped your eyes shut and let yourself be immersed by the feeling of him.   

He was tentive at first, his lips just barley brushing against yours, allowing you time to pull away. Instead, you leaned in, pressing your lips firmly against his and making him smile into the kiss at your reciprocation. One kiss after another your lips molded against each other perfectly in a short flurry of passion that left you breathless. The both of you drew out the kisses as long as you could, until the simple need to breathe burned your lungs and you both had to pull away.  

It was your turn to be flustered as you avoided his eyes now, fixing your gaze onto the floor firmly and ignoring the deepening blush that was blooming across your cheeks and kissing the tips of your ears. It made him smirk, a sense of pride that he could pull such a reaction from you bubbling in his chest.   

He reached out, threading his fingers with yours wordlessly and pulling you into his chest. You yelped as you were pulled on top of him, muscles tensing at the sudden, involuntary movement, but quickly relaxing as he wrapped his arms around you. You shifted, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and getting comfortable. The two of you could talk about what all this meant for the both of you later, for now you would simply enjoy holding each other. 

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Tʜᴇ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ Yᴏᴜʀ Wᴏʀᴅs | Pᴀʀᴛ 3

➜ Pairing: Aonung x fem!sully!reader

➜ Warnings: kissing, fluff, not properly proof read.

➜ Word Count: 0.9k

➜ Notes: Thank you for 300??? Like this is honestly insane, I appreciate all the love I’ve received for this mini series, y’all are amazing! Please tell me if I forgot any warnings, and a reminder that my inbox is always open for asks!

Also I feel like this is kinda bad...anyways enjoy <3

Pᴀʀᴛ 1 | Pᴀʀᴛ 2 | Pᴀʀᴛ 3

Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Aonung watched from afar as you handed the necklace to Tsireya, a shy smile on your face as she took it from you and examined it happily. She pulled you into a hug with a bright smile, thanking you profusely and complementing your work before tying it around her neck.  

A sense of jealousy bubbled within the boy as he watched the friendly exchange. Since when had you been friends? Let alone friends close enough to gift each other things.  

It wasn’t fair, he thought, that you were gifting things to a practical stranger while shoving him - someone who you knew and had showed very obvious romantic interest in you, or at least to his standards - was being shoved aside.  

He turned away, unable to watch as Tsireya ran her fingers across the finely woven thread and handpicked stones that sat on her neck and walked away.  

Aonung made many more little check-ins on you in the next few days, often times his time was cut short by his own jealousy or sorrow. He was following you around like a lost puppy and although he would never admit it, in the short time you had stopped speaking to him, he had actually come to miss you. You’d been on his mind constantly as he tried to figure out how to fix his actions and make up for his harsh words from the other night.  

“Hey are you even listening?” Rotxo asked as he stopped, planting his feet in the sand and looking at Aonung. 

“What- Yeah of course I am!” Aonung responded, lying straight to his teeth to his bestfriend. He'd only been half listening to Rotxo as he talked about his latest village ‘adventures’. Rotxo opened his mouth to argue that he really hadn't been, when they were interrupted by a body colliding with Aonung. Aonung looked down, a glare set on his face as he got ready to spit venom at whoever had just bumped into him, only for the words to hitch in his throat as he saw who it was.  

That was the other thing, ever since your argument with Aonung, he had been on edge, tense and extra mean. He’d begun picking on your brothers even more, waving off his friends and getting angry over the smallest of things. The boy just didn’t know how to handle losing someone over his own stupidity, and it was eating at him.  

“i’m sorr-” you began to apologize, looking up but you cut yourself off as you saw it was him. Your face fell, jerking your hands back from his torso like he’d burned you and glaring at him. He just stared down at you blankly, unsure of what to say or do – he always felt unsure around you. Suddenly the air felt thick as the two of you stared at each other. Rotxo was quick to pick up on the tension that now surrounded the two of you like an aura, mumbling something about needing to go help his father and running off.  

“Y/N...” Aonung started, and immediately you were pushing past him, refusing to waste your time on another of his bullshit apologies. He grabbed your arm, preventing you from running of and forcing you took look at his pleading gaze and your resolve crumbled. No matter how mad you were at him, your heart still seemed to be in the palm of his hands.  

“What?” you seethed, yanking your arm out of his grasp, “Are you here to tell me how ridiculous I’m being again?” he shook his head, casting his gaze to the ground and swallowing his pride as he prepared himself to be transparent with you.  

“I just – I just really miss you.” He looked guilty and regretful as he spoke, he even sounded genuine. For a moment you wanted to put it all behind you and forgive him because you’d missed him too. You blinked, snapping yourself out of your thoughts and steeling yourself. He didn’t deserve forgiveness after what he’d done. 

“Aonung I already told yo-” he sighed in frustration, mumbling curses to himself. Reaching out, he grabbed you by your forearm and pulled you into him. You stumbled forward, hands placing themselves on his chest, you opened your mouth to ask what the hell he was doing and looking up only to be cut off as he captured your lips with his. Your eyes widened in surprise as he kissed you, your brain short circuiting as you froze.  

Only when you began to feel him pull away did you come back to your sense, slipping your eyes shut and moving a hand to cup his face and pull him back down to kiss him back. He smiled into the kiss, placing his hands onto your waist as he kissed you. Hips molding against yours in a slow flurry of passion, each kiss hotter than the last until he was biting at your bottom lip gently, and then letting it go with a wet ‘pop’ as you pulled away with a small smile.

Pressing his forehead against yours, Aonung spoke,  

“You still mad at me?” he asked, and you nodded with a hum,  

“Very.”  

“I’m really sorry, I just didn’t know how to show you I liked you so I picked on you and I just took it to far, and I have no idea what you're going through but whatever it is I want to be there for you,” he said with a sigh, sincerity evident in his voice as he poured his heart out to you.  

“You could have just told me like a normal person,” you snipped in amusement.  

“Yeah...” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I’ll make it up to you though. I swear.” You nodded in agreement, placing a hungry kiss against his lips as you mumbled,  

“Let’s finish this first.”  

@oomietopia@iam-mentally-unstable@yeosxxx@heartueheartue@lola-bunn1@eywas-heir@sseleniaa@shebeast7121scared@a-romantic-twst

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Tʜᴇ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ Yᴏᴜʀ Wᴏʀᴅs | Pᴀʀᴛ 2

➜ Pairing: Aonung x fem!Sully!reader

➜ Warnings: fighting, angst, mentions of body image issues

➜ Word Count: 0.9k

➜ Notes: I almost lost the entire fic

Pᴀʀᴛ 1 | Pᴀʀᴛ 2 | Pᴀʀᴛ 3

Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

You’d been threading together a new necklace and humming a low tune to yourself when your attention was pulled from your work. You looked up at the sound of someone entering the Muri pod, your face dropped instantly as you saw it was Aonung, who seemed hesitant, almost nervous, as he stepped inside. His words from earlier that day still rang loudly in your ears, he was the last person you wanted to see at the moment. You’d busied yourself right after as a means of distraction, but the work your mother had provided could only distract you so much from the building sense of dread for yourself.  

You averted your gaze back to your work quickly, continuing your task.  

“Neteyam will kill you if he sees you here,” you stated, and Aonung flinched at the distaste in your tone. Distaste for him. He didn’t respond, not because he didn’t think you were worth his time of day but because he was unsure what to say. His stomach churned with anxiety and suddenly he felt like this had been a bad idea. Why was he even here in the first place again? To apologize to you, right, but what was he even planning on saying?  

You stood, tying of the necklace and setting it by your feet before crossing your arms over your chest. “If you’re here to torment again then just leave, I’m not in the mood for this.”  

He looked at you, guilt weighing in his eyes as he spoke in a hushed tone. For a moment you almost felt bad for being so harsh on him. Almost.  

“No, no that’s not why I’m here,” he finally said, and you raised an eyebrow. 

“Then why are you here?” you asked  

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “I’m here to apologize,” this time his words came out more confidently, and you didn’t have to strain to hear them, still you scoffed.  

“An apology won’t do anything.”  

“Then how can I make it up to you?” he surprised even himself with the question, he had never gone to these lengths for anyone, simply because he had never cared to. So, what made you so different from everyone else that he found himself chasing after you like this? 

“You can’t.” Your words were like knives in his chest, and he took a sharp breath in feeling himself growing desperate and impatient.  

“Look I really didn’t mean any of those things I said. I don’t think your body is weird, I think it’s beautiful. I think your beautiful- “  

“Your words just don’t come from nowhere Aonung! You said it and you can’t take it back or anything that those words will put me through! So, no you cannot make it up to me!” Your mouth was moving on its own accord, and the volume of your voice going up until you were screaming at him.  

Aonung stood frozen across the room, fists balled at his sides and jaw clenched shut tightly. There was a long, drawn-out silence between the two of you once you’d finished. Aonung was the one to break it after a moment. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset over this,” he started, “It was one stupid comment and I didn’t even mean it! You’re being ridiculous-” you strode across the room, cutting him off with a loud smack as you reached out and slapped him clean across the face. The action made his head jerk to the side roughly and his eyes widen. You were just as stunned by your actions as he was but you swallowed your surprise and looked up at him.  

“Get out,” you whispered, glossy eyes staring at him fiercely. He was fuming with anger and you could practically feel it rolling of him in waves as he turned his head back towards you, but you stood your ground, raising your voice again when he didn’t budge, “Get out!” you yelled again.  

This time he listened, spiting curses at you as he walked out, one hand still balled into a fist by his side while the other rubbed the cheek where you had slapped him. Even after he was well out of sight, you stood there staring after him until the tears welled in your eyes began to drip down your face, until your hands began to shake and your body began to heave with sobs. You fell to the ground, one hand clutched against your heart as you cried, strangled sounds leaving you.  

You couldn’t understand why this was happening to you, or what you’d done to deserve it. This stupid insecurity had weaseled its way into every corner of your life, and killed every flower in your garden. You wished so badly to get rid of it and every time you began to think you had it would come back and smother another spark. It wasn’t fair that you had to carry this burden. 

You looked behind you, focusing onto the necklace you’d been working on that now laid discarded on the ground. You could barely make out its shape now through your tears, but you didn’t need to see it to know where each colorful bead and stone laid. It had been for him and you weren't even sure why you’d finished it after the incident earlier that afternoon. Maybe you just hadn't wanted your hard work to go to waste, but now you were sure it would, because you really didn’t see either of you coming back from this.  

Maybe you’d just have to give it to Tsireya instead. 

@cherridile @oomietopia @yeosxxx

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Soooo I’m a sucker for Jake sully and Neteyam. I don’t mind either of them but could you perhaps idk write something with a female omaticaya reader. Where she is in an argument with Jake or Neteyam. Something with the reader getting hurt due to not listening to not join the fight against the sky people or something like that. (Let’s just pretend Neteyam never died TTATT). Them being furious and cold towards the reader where it ends up in a heated argument…but with a fluff ending.

Sᴀʏɪɴ’ Tʜɪɴɢs Tʜᴀᴛ Yᴏᴜ Cᴀɴ’ᴛ Sᴀʏ

➜ Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Omitikaya!reader

➜ Summary: You’d ignored Neteyam when he told you to stay back and ended up getting hurt saving his life. Now as you sit together in silence while patching him up, he can’t help but feel it’s his fault.

➜ Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury, mentions of death, Neteyam blaming himself, angsty (?) at first but fluff ending

➜ Word Count: 1.1k

➜ Notes: I’m already so close to 400, what??

The minute you returned to the Metikayina village you knew you were in for it. You’d avoided Neteyam as much as you could, which wasn’t exactly hard because you had a bullet wound in your shoulder that was bleeding profusely and needed to be treated, giving every excuse in the book as why you needed to be somewhere else and not in the Murui pod with the rest of the Sully family, until finally Neytiri had to be pulled away for something and handed him of to you to finish treating the cuts all over his body because Kiri was asleep and neither of you wanted to wake her. So, you were stuck gritting your teeth through the pain of moving your arm and doing your best to ignore the pounding headache that was coming on.

Your adrenaline was long been gone, as it was almost an hour after the fight, but as you sat next to him, finishing the stitches on his last wound where the bullet had just barley grazed him before hitting you, and listening to your thundering heartbeat, you felt as if it was still pumping through your veins.

Your adrenaline was long been gone, as it was almost an hour after the fight, but as you sat next to him, finishing the stitches on his last wound where the bullet had just barley grazed him before hitting you, and listening to your thundering heartbeat, you felt as if it was still pumping through your veins.

Neteyam hissed as you tugged on the string a bit too harshly as you tied off the final row of stitches.

“Sorry,” you whispered. It was probably the first word you’d said to him since you’d gotten back.

“You have bigger things to be sorry about,” he mumbled back, annoyance lacing his tone and you winced. The time had come.

“Before you say anything,” you said quickly, jumping to defend yourself “I know you told me to stay back but-” Neteyam cut you off sharply, bottled up rage pouring into his words.

“You got shot – fuck – if it had even been a little closer to your heart, you would have died!” It was rare that Neteyam would curse, especially when speaking with you, and he almost never raised his voice either, so instantly you understood just how angry you’d made him. Even so you couldn’t help raise an eyebrow at his statement.

“Me gotten hurt?” you asked bewilderedly, “I saved your life! If I hadn't been in there that bullet would be in your heart!” you jabbed a finger into his chest harshly to emphasize your point.

He scoffed shaking his head as you turned away to pack the needle and thread back into the first aid-kit Norm and Max had left behind after their last visit to help Kiri. You understood how lucky you’d been to get away from the scene with your life when many others hadn't.

“I knew what I was getting into though!” he said angerly, and that ticked you off.

Snapping the case closed roughly, you whirled around, and it caused pain to shoot down your arm, but you simply gritted your teeth even harder and ignored it “Do not discredit me. I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew the risks just as well as you did,” you said furiously.

He gritted his teeth, “That still doesn’t change the fact that I specifically told you to stay back.”

“I couldn’t just let you go out there alone!”

“But that was what I asked of you!”

You shook your head, “If anything had happened and I wasn’t there to at least try and save you, I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.” He didn’t reply, wordlessly dragging a hand down his face in frustration. The silence was deafening as he thought, the air so thick with tension you could cut it.

“What if you had died saving me tonight?” he finally asked, “How would I be able to go on, knowing that I was the reason you weren't there with me?” You were taken aback, stuttering to answer him as he pressed you for an answer that you couldn’t provide him with.

“But I didn’t,” you said after a moment, your voice firm and confident.

“And what if you had, hm? Do you really think I deserve to carry that guilt?” he asked, anger and hurt rolling of him in weaves. It was all too much for him, the stress of the day mixed with the knowledge that he was the reason you were hurt. Tears began to form in his eyes and you couldn’t find it in you to be angry anymore as you saw how your reckless actions affected him and realized that he blamed himself for your injury. Suddenly you felt awful, guilt pooling in your stomach.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, stepping towards him to cup his cheek in an attempt at comfort, but he slapped your hand away.

“This is not a game y/n; this is your life! You cannot just go making reckless decisions like that, because if you died, I don’t know what I would do.” he seethed. He didn’t understand, had he not conveyed to you how important you were to him? Had you not taken him seriously when he told you that he wouldn’t be able to live without you?

You reached to take his face in your hands, and this time he let you, looking at him softly. Your eyes were equally as glossy as you held his gaze, rubbing soothing circle into the plush of his cheeks, carefully avoiding the fresh cuts and bruises. All you wanted to do was lay down with your lover and drift off to sleep in his arms.

“It’s not your fault I got shot” you said softly, voice wavering as you reasoned with him, “I made a choice to push you out of the way, to take a bullet for you. It was my decision, not yours. You got that?”

He exhaled heavily, leaning his forehead against yours and slipping his eyes shut, “You scared me today,” he whispered to you,

“I know,” you whispered back,

“Don't you ever do that again.” You nodded your head in agreement, pulling away to place a kiss to his forehead and wipe at the damp skin under his eyes. He pulled you back into his chest, allowing himself a moment to simply hold you, to feel your heart beating in your chest against his, to listen to the soft sound of your breath, to feel your warm skin pressed against his. Neteyam reveled in the moment quietly, dreading its inevitable end.

And as you pulled away, coaxed him to bed, and laid down in his arms, tucking your head in the crook of his neck and letting him kiss you goodnight, Neteyam stayed wide awake, whispering his thanks to the great mother until mouth was dry and his throat was raw, for he would be internally grateful.

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your favs would be pro Palestine

my heart breaks for my people, but their strength shines through more than ever . They have endured 76 years of oppression and violence, and they continue to endure, continue to show kindness and humanity in the face of such evil. I dream of a day when I will see a free Palestine. 🇵🇸❤️

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hey bestie bae <3 how are you doing? I was wondering you if you could write an neteyam x twin!sister!reader where they are best of friends and did everything together and is heartbroken when he is injured, maybe she saves him or maybe she doesn’t. That would be great! <3 please keep up the great writing and have a great day! <3333

I found this a bit funny bc I actually have a twin brother and we’re pretty close. Not attached to the hip typa close but still close.

Oɴᴇ Lɪғᴇ Eɴᴅs, Aɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Bᴇɢɪɴs

➜ Pairing: Neteyam & twin!sister!reader

➜ Summary: Two peas in a pod. You couldn’t imagine your life without your twin brother in it, he meant the world to you and there was nothing you wouldn’t do to keep him safe. Including give your life for his.

➜ Warnings: Death, mentions of blood, heavy angst

➜ Word Count: 2.0k

➜ Notes: I almost cried writing this, so respectfully I hope it rips your hearts out &lt;;3

Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

All your earliest memories included Neteyam, there were very few that he wasn’t in, even the more recent ones. The two of you had pretty much been glued to the hip since birth. Two peas in a pod. You couldn’t fathom a life without him, and he couldn’t fathom a life without you.

One of the earliest memories you had was your fourth birthday. You and Neteyam were sitting together, grinning stupidly as your family (which only consisted of you, Neteyam, your parents, mo’at a baby Kiri and Lo’ak)  sung ‘happy birthday’ around you. Then when they’d finished, Mo’at scooped the two of you up, easily balancing the two of you in her arms and smothering you both in kisses. The ticklish sensation throwing both you and Neteyam into a fit of giggles, while Mo’at continued to pamper you.  

“How big and strong my grandchildren are becoming!” she’d said, smiling at the two of you as she set you down. You remembered the matching wood carved charms she’d gifted you both that birthday; you’d clipped them onto your songcords, and then run off into the forest together, Neytiri following behind you both closely.  

You grew extremely close over the years, almost never leaving the others side as you learnt the ins and outs of life together. You told each other everything, and you could still remember the first secret of yours you’d entrusted him with.  

You’d run up to him grinning wildly, a few teeth of your missing like they would have been for a eight-year-old. You’d plopped down in front of him, whispering – or trying to – to him that you had a crush.  

“But you can't to tell anyone!” you’d exclaimed immediately after the confession, looking at him very seriously. His eyes had widened, nodding in affirmation to his next statement.  

“I won't,” he’d promised like it was the most important secret in the world. At the time it very well might have been, and to this day he hadn't told a soul.  

You built the trust between the two of you through wordily affirmation and experiences until you could confidently say you trusted him with your life, and he intern trusted you with his. You knew, that if there was a need, you’d give your life for his without a second thought, although you hoped it would never come to that.  

But sometimes people just aren't so lucky.  

“Go!” You could barely hear his voice over the deafening berate of gunfire as he yelled the order. Bullets clattered against the metal of the ship as you pressed yourself into the wall. Lo’ak and Spider were quick to comply, running to the railing rimmed pool and diving into the water, but you stood firmly next to Neteyam. Two peas in a pod, you wouldn’t leave him behind.  

He glanced over his shoulder as he ducked further behind the wall.  

“What are you doing here? You need to go tsmuke!” you shook your head, stubbornly.  

“I’m not leaving you!” you screamed over the gunfire. Neteyam grunted, shifting the gun in his hand. There was no use trying to convince you to go by yourself, that would just waste time. The one thing you didn’t have. Neteyam glanced down at the gun in his hand, there wasn’t enough ammunition in it to cover the both of you properly if you made a run for it separately anyway.  

“Okay we go on my count,” you nodded, pushing yourself off the wall and getting ready to run.   

“3,”  

“2,”  

“1.” Neteyam turned sharply, using the last of the ammo in the gun to fire in the direction of the Avatar shooting at you, before discarding it and bolting towards the pool.  

You saw it in slow-motion as you looked back, the sound of gunfire amplifying tenfold and mixing with the ringing in your ears. Bullets whizzed past the two of you, and something in your gut told you he wasn’t going to make it in time. All you knew in that moment is there was no way in hell you were going to let anything happen to him. 

Just as he jumped to dive over the railing, you reached out almost instinctively, pulling his body to the side so you were in front of him as you dove into the water side by side. You felt something collide with you, something small, and fast. You didn’t even have time to understand what had happened before red-hot pain, bloomed right above your breast. 

Your scream of agony was muffled as your body hit the water and searing hot pain overtook your senses. It was blinding, only being amplified with every shift of your body as you pushed your body to the surface. Your brain scrambled to grasp reality, through the feeling of burning nerves and weight of water pushing you down.  

“Neteyam!” you gasped, breaking to the surface and doing your best to stay afloat. One hand cupped your chest that was bleeding profusely, turning the water around you a deep shade of red.  

He turned at the sound of your voice calling his name, and his heart dropped, eyes widening at the sight of hazy red water that surrounded your struggling form. He rushed to your side, eyes raking over you looking for the source of your bleeding until his eyes landed on your hand, right over your lung and panic overtook him.  

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. He thought, he couldn’t lose you; he needed you.  

As a child he would sometimes find himself imagining a life without his twin sister, he remembers the way his stomach would churn at the mere thought of it, and his mind would move on to happier thoughts. Those same nights dreams of losing you would haunt him. He would wake up with a thin sheen of sweat coating him, before his eyes would settle on your sleeping form and his heart would slow its raging pace. He’d lay down, shaking the contents of the dream away and drifting of to sleep again. 

 He hoped this was just another nightmare that his mind had cooked up to screw with him. He’d wake up and you’d be right there, sleeping soundly by Neytiri and Tuk across the Murui pod like you did every night. Your chest rising and falling steadily against the threaded sea grass top you’d made with Tsireya. No one came to wake him though, and no matter how hard he hoped his mind didn’t pull him out of his sleep, because there was nothing to wake up from.  

“She’s shot! Help me!” He called to Lo’ak and Spider frantically, hoisting you onto the ilu. You hissed in pain as they moved you. Tsireya helped pull you up, holding you against her as you took shallow breaths.  

You couldn’t really focus on anything as the ilu sped away from the Demon Ship, lost to your faint thoughts of death and slow mind.  

Your body slid against the rocks, jagged edges scraping against your skin uncomfortably as they push you onto the sturdy surface. The waves crash against the rock, a sound that you would consider soothing if not for the circumstances. Your face is pale, breath shallow and rapid, your ears are ringing and your adrenaline is starting to fade. Everything is slippery, wet and somehow sticky and even now, when you're bleeding out and dying it makes you feel gross.  

The soft breeze is chilling to your wet form, and the gentleness of it is unfitting for such a scene. Your head bumps against something as your set down, and you hear the screech of an Ikran infront of you, feel the rough wind its wings bring as it lands, and see its head peeking out into your field of vision. Then its gone, replaced by your father's face as he rushes over to you. Your eyes shift to Neteyam who sits next to you looking helpless, and you reach out to him, looking for his hand. He gives it to you, clasping your hand in his.  

Your wound screamed as Jake moved you, curses falling from his lips before he set you back down on your back. You're struggling to breath, eyes unfocused as the dart to each member of your family, desperately trying to memorize their features before you go. The older sister in you notes that Kiri and Tuk are missing but you can't focus on the thought to much. You don’t have the energy.  

“Why would you do that?” Neteyam whispered, and your barley hear his words. If you had the energy you would smile, squeeze his hand and tell him that you didn’t regret any of it, because you don’t. But you can't. So instead leave him without an answer and focus on your breath, focus on the pressure of Lo’aks hand over your wound, and the feeling of Neteyams hand in yours, focus on your mothers' eyes and your fathers worried expression. You can sort of Tsireya in the back, a frown on her lips, just like all the rest of them and you focus on that to.  

You want to tell them it's going to be okay, that there's no need to worry, but you're not a lair, so you opt to something more truthful.  

“I want to go home,” you whimper through grit teeth. Even your own words sound faraway now and you realize this was how you were going to die. But you didn’t to die, you had so much to live for, so much to experience. You had just begun to settle into life with the Metkayina, just begun to learn the ocean and the reef, just begun to make friends. You were only 15 years old; you had your whole life ahead of you, you didn’t want to die. You weren't ready. How was that fair? 

“We’re going, we’re going,” Your father reassures. He sounds helpless, broken. You think he’s lying for a moment, but then they’re faces start to fade from your field of vision and you’re truly to weak to care. Only able to think about the fact that you aren't ready yet. That you don’t want to die, not like this. 

The world fades, all sensations put to a halt and it's like a weight is lifted of your shoulders, despite your reluctance you can't help but feel relief. The heaving of your chest stops, and your nerves aren't burning with pain anymore, and there's no more crashing of waves, there's no bitter chill biting at your skin or sticky blood coating you. 

There's only a blinding white behind your eyelids, accompanied by the chirping of birds, a sunny warmth that touches your skin and warms your soul as soft grass caresses your skin. You feel a deep sense of peace take root in your heart, and you don’t question it as your eyes flutter open to be met with the lush forests of Pandora and clear blue skies.  

“Y/n! Y/n!” A childish voice calls to you. You turn at the sound of your name and rustling of leaves pushing yourself to sit up. Neteyam bursts through the underbrush, young and bright, and smiling like he always was. He’s waving at you to get up.  

“Common!” he says urgently, “I wanna show you what I made!” And then he’s dashing off in the direction he came again, leaving you to run after him with a giddy smile. 

 You were home again.  

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Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Deidara - Dresses like an Edgar who does art. I js know he has those shiny ass belts and pants to his fuckin knees. First photo is canon, it’s the first post on his Insta. His closet is black and white, and he never leaves the house without the gold chain.

Itachi - He likes sweaters and baggy jeans or sweatpants. I feel like he gravitates more towards dark colors, specifically dark reds, blues, browns and blacks. Also he likes gray sweatpants 😏. He wears minimal silver jewelry so just thin rings and one or two necklaces. When it gets hot he just wears short sleeves (a lot of white tshirts)

Hidan - Button ups and and jeans. The way he dresses kinda gives dad vibes but he doesn’t care bc it’s easy and put together without looking super formal. This man also doesn’t get cold so in the winter he might throw on a think jacket but usually he sticks with short sleeves.

Konan - Business casual chic, typa look. Like Pein, she knows she's important and wants to look the part. I can see her wearing lots of blacks and whites, but she likes to throw in fun colors (esp purples) and accessories as well. She's so pretty

Kisame - He loves turtle necks omgg! Matches them with dress pants and a thin belt. Like Itachi he likes darker colors. Heavy on the black and navy blue clothing though. He also likes more fitted shirts. It makes him look put together but casual all the same and he likes that, also makes him look hot which he likes as well

Sasori - His outfits are pretty casual, just jeans, a plain colored shirt (sometimes his shirt will have design but if it does its subtle), and a jacket. Always a jacket, he doesn't leave the house without one. His favorite is this red jacket that matches the color of his hair perfectly. Silver necklaces and simple silver rings.

Pein - Always dressed for business. He's a suit and tie guy 24/7 typa guy, but sometimes he'll take of his suit jacket and unbutton a button or two on his shirt and loosen his tie and jesus does he look goodddd. He also wears silver rings, however his are 100% real silver

Tobi - Colorful cyber y2k. He can match any color together and make it look good, its insane. Likes blingy ass belts and has his ears pierced (they got infected within two weeks of getting them done because he didn’t take care of them properly). Very fun fits overall!

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Heyyyyyy

I see your requests for the blue aliens are open👀😋

Plsssss could you write some lo’ak x fem!reader metikyina reader

Maybe a confession while they are sitting on beach at sunset and a lil spice? (Ik you dont write smut and stuff so nothing that makes u uncomfortable ❤️)

Obviously no pressure 🫶

Ty!😘

Sᴏɴɢᴄᴏʀᴅs

➜ Pairing: Lo’ak x fem!metkayina!reader

➜ Summary: Lo’ak joins you at the beach after catching you with your Songcords, and after a short awkward conversation, you find yourselves engaging in wordless confessions.

➜ Warnings: Kissing, confessions, making out

➜ Word Count: 1.5k

➜ Notes: I hate this

Lo’ak hadn't meant to intrude, he had simply been walking by when he’d found you laying by the shore west of the village, just far enough that you’d have some privacy but if anything were to happen, you’d be able to get help quickly. 

He watched as the water rippled around you, shallow waves crashing against your form as you held your song cords above your heart, going through each bead and reciting the line you’d assigned it with closed eyes. He couldn’t hear from where he stood but you were singing them to yourself softly, pouring your attention into each lyric. You wouldn’t say you were the best singer, although you weren't horrible, but you found that it brought you a sense of peace among the chaos that had been the last few weeks, so you continued to sing. It grounded you in ways no one and nothing else could, quieted your mind so you could hear your own thoughts once more. And between the arrival of the Sully’s and killing of Tulkun, that was what you needed most.  

The sound of sloshing water drew your attention from the melody and back to your surroundings. You looked up, eyes snapping open to find Lo’ak standing next to you.  

“What are you doing?” he asked curiously, eyes flicking between your Songcords and your eyes. Your cheeks flushed a light pink as you pushed yourself up and answered him,  

“Nothing,” you replied. I t obviously hadn't been nothing because you had been so engrossed in whatever it was that you hadn't heard him until he just a few feet away from you,  

“Didn't seem like nothing,” he pressed. You bit your lip,  

“It’s not important, don’t worry,” you said, avoiding an actual answer again. Despite his curiosity he didn’t push the subject further.  

Instead, he just watched – no admired – as you wiped off the sand that clung to the backs of your arms and smoothed out your hair that shone as the light touched the wet locks. You looked ethereal, sitting against the pink and orange hues of the sky that cast a soft halo like glow around you, as you did the most mundane of things.  

“Lo’ak?” you called when you caught his lingering gaze, your voice breaking him out of whatever trance you’d unknowingly pulled him into. “Is there something wrong?”  

“N-no, sorry,” he stuttered, embarrassed he’d been caught staring. He sat in the water next to you, fixing his gaze on the sand and beginning to idly draw shapes in it with his finger. A blanket of silence falls between the two of you, and it made you feel awkward as you sat together, but you didn’t say anything, resigning yourself to your thoughts and pounding heart as you fiddled with your hair.  

“You have a nice voice,” he complemented suddenly. You smiled to yourself, flushing at the complement from both embarrassment that he had heard you and at his flatteries.  

“It's not the best, but thank you,” you responded 

“Well, I like it,” he said and you brought a hand up to cover your widening smile, letting your fingers rest on your lips. You didn’t know what to say, so you just kept quiet, letting silence fall over the two of you again.  

You glanced at him after a moment, letting your eyes linger for a moment while you traced his features. Your gaze raked over every little detail, from the curved of his jaw line, to the slope of his nose and patterned stripes that decorated his face.   

“How are you liking it here?” you asked him, eyes still firmly fixed on him. Lo’ak didn’t answer right away, unsure of how to answer you because the truth wasn’t he wasn’t liking it. Sure, the ilu were fun to swim with, the water felt nice against his skin when he swam, and the reefs were pretty to, but he felt alien here. He was constantly being shunned by the Metkayina boys, and he could feel the resentment – and sometimes even fear – the other villagers felt for him. He missed the forest, the Omticaya, his friends, the scientist, all of it. He missed home.  

You had been the kindest to him by far, and he had grown to trust you, even if it was just a little, so he decided to be honest. Maybe getting this off his chest would make his heart a little lighter.  

“It’s been...hard,” he said finally. You nodded in understanding; you could only imagine what it was like to be forced to leave behind everything you’d ever known and come live with strangers.  

“I’m sorry about that,” you said sincerely, “I saw how some of the kids have been picking on you...that probably doesn’t make it any easier.”  

“You make it easier,” he blurted, and his cheeks became hot with embarrassment, mind heavy with instant regret.  

You sputtered in surprise, “I do?”  

“Yeah, you – uh – you're really nice,” he said, tripping over his words and glancing at you. You caught his gaze, and his breath hitched in his throat. Had your eyes always sparkled like that, or were his playing tricks on him? Had your lips always looked so kissable? You were so close, all he had to do was lean in just a little closer and – oh great mother he had it bad for you.  

You giggled at his awkwardness, “you’re pretty cool yourself,” he smiled at your teasing, but it quickly replaced with a half-lidded gaze as his eyes dropped to your lips. Suddenly made you feel hot under his eyes.  

He reached out, not breaking eye contact as his slim fingers wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. You gasped at the contact, looking down at his hand and then back up at him, only to find him much closer than he had just been moment ago. Your mind went blank as he brought his hand up to hold your neck, thumb resting on your lower lip and brushing over it gently, back-and-forth.  

“C-can I kiss you?” You could barely hear the whispered words over the pounding of blood in your ears. All the same, you nodded, slipping your eyes shut and leaving yourself completely vulnerable to him. He leans forward hesitantly and captures your lips with his.  

At first the kiss is slow and soft as the two of you attempt to navigate it, lips just barley brushing against each other. Neither of you had ever kissed anyone in your lives and had no idea what you were doing, so everything about it was unsure. After a moment of hesitancy, you lean further into him, pressing your lips against his more firmly, and deepening the kiss.  

He was intoxicating. Especially now, as your lips mold together hotly and your mind turns to mush as you get lost in him. The taste of him, the feel of him – even the something as simple as his presence make your mind go blank, and your heart pound.  

He pulls you closer, one kiss becoming multiple, each one hungrier than the last. You thread your fingers in braids, tugging lightly and making him groan lowly. The sound makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. His hands roam over your body, mindlessly mapping it out and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, pressing up against yours in a messy dance and eliciting a whine out from you, he swallows the small sound greedily, humming in delight as it slips from you.  

“You’re doing so good,” It was like he was a completely different person as he mumbled the praise into your mouth, his hands kneading circles into the flesh of your waist and pulling you closer so that your practically in his lap. All the awkward nervousness void from his being as kisses you breathless, drunk off the taste of you. The praise makes you whine again and he pulls away, placing soft kisses to your neck before looking back up at you.  

When the two of you finally part, eclipse has already begun and the sky is no longer painted in pink and orange, but instead replaced by a darkness that is lit up by the glow of the planet's luminescent flora and corals across the seas. The sight is beautiful, really, but nothing could make him tear his eyes from you as he drinks in the delicious sight of you. Your eyes are wide, pupils blown out as you smile at him breathlessly. Lips slightly swollen and raw, and coated in a thin sheen of spit that makes them shine in the dim lighting. He can't help the way he grins back at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you giggle.  

This was definitely a stone you’d have to add to your Songcord.  

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Could you possibly write a Kakashi x Reader where Kakashi goes on a mission and when he comes back the reader has been hurt in an attack?

“Wᴏᴇ“

➜ Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x reader

➜ Synopsis: Anxiety beat loudly in his chest, the chriscendo of blood roaring loudly in his ears. Fear was not an emotion he associated with himself. Confidence, stoicism, and even smugness were all traits that, to the outside world, made him up, but every single one of them was failing him as he laid witness to the horrors that fell upon you.

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, fluff, blood, unconscious reader, not properly proofread

➜ Word Count: 1.1k

➜ Notes: THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS????

Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

The minute He stepped through the gates of the hidden leaf village he was rushing off to find you, not even sparing the rest of his team a glance as he went. He went straight to your apartment, not bothering to stop at his, he had everything he needed and more at your place. Rummaging through the many pockets of his uniform for the spare key you’d given him and opening the door only to find that it was already unlocked.  

His brows furrowed, strange. You always remembered to lock your door. Maybe you’d just been extra tired or had a lot going on, he reasoned with himself. It probably just slipped your mind. Even so a little knot of worry formed in his stomach, but he didn’t want to waste the last of his energy on his paranoia so he ignored it, pushing the door open and stepping inside.  

His brows furrowed, strange. You always remembered to lock your door. Maybe you’d just been extra tired or had a lot going on, he reasoned with himself. It probably just slipped your mind. Even so a little knot of worry formed in his stomach, but he didn’t want to waste the last of his energy on his paranoia so he ignored it, pushing the door open and stepping inside.  

When he entered, he’d been expecting to see you on the couch watching a tv show, in the shower, taking a nap or maybe find you in the kitchen baking something to pass the time but not this. Anything but this.  

Objects were strewn about, broken glass that sat in a puddle of water was scattered around your floor, drawers were left open – something that you’d never do because it bothered to you to no end – and the once organized interior of them messy. Instantly he knew something was very wrong here.  

“Y/n?” Kakashi called, stepping into the apartment cautiously and beginning to search for you. His panic growing with each room he checked; it was obvious someone had broken in, what if someone had taken you? He wasn’t sure he could handle losing you.  

Just as he pushed away that awful thought he found you, but it did nothing to quell his worry's. You were laying on your back infront of your bed, a small pool of blood surrounding your head, hand printed bruises on your neck and littering your arms.  

His heart dropped and he rushed to you, kneeling down and cradling your head in his hands as he checked your pulse. It was a small relief when he felt a heartbeat thrumming beneath his fingers. Swooping your unconscious figure into his arms he ran to the hospital, faster than he had ever run before, his exhaustion long forgotten and leaving him fueled by nothing but the shear fear of losing you.  

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Warm sunlight streamed into the room through the thin curtains, a small breeze ruffling them as it flowed through the slight ajar window and distorting the consistency of the light. The breeze brought in the sound of chirping birds and bustling people with it. It would have been quiet a nice way to wake up, with your lovers' head laying in your lap as he slept soundly in the chair next to your bed and the sounds of life floating in. That was if you didn’t have a pounding headache from the moment you opened your eyes, and the last thing you remembered hadn't been someone’s hands around your neck throwing you against a wall and then onto the floor. 

And at it was at first, when your eyes had just begun to flutter open and your mind was still a clean slate of blissful unawareness. But that could only last for a second before your barley conscious mind began to remember and then you were shooting your eyes open and pushing yourself up with a panicked gasp, looking around frantically as you tried to figure out where the hell you were.  

Your rather violent awakening had Kakashi sitting up sharply, blinking the sleep out of his eyes and grabbing hold of you to try and calm you.  

“Hey, hey,” his voice called to you, trying to get your attention. Your head snapped towards him, body tensing and flinching away from his voice. Hurt flashed through his eyes, but it was gone in seconds, replaced with understanding, even so he felt his heart break a bit in his chest. If only he had been there to protect you, then none of this would be happening.  

He felt guilty for it, felt as if it was his fault because if he had just been there a few hours earlier you wouldn’t have been in a hospital bed at the moment, you wouldn’t have been hurt by those lowly assholes, and you wouldn’t have been out for just over twenty-four hours. No matter how many times he was told it wasn’t on him or how many people told him, he still couldn’t shake the guilt and it weighed him down like an anchor would a ship.  

It took a moment but slowly, you began to relax once you’d recognized the sound of his voice, slipping your eyes shut tightly and leaning into him. You hissed in pain at the pounding in your head and Kakashi reached over to the bed side table picking up the bottle of pain killers and a glass of water,  

“Here,” he whispered, handing them to you as he’d been instructed to do upon your awakening. You took them gratefully, setting the cup back on the side table once you were done, sighing heavily and tucking your face into the crook of Kakashi’s neck.  

“I don’t feel you good,” you mumbled, sounding like a child as you spoke. A small chuckle rumbled through the ninja,  

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” he said, and his response cracked a small, quick smile from you. His arms found their way around your waist, pulling you into him. You hummed contently, sitting in silence until the quiet of your mind was disturbed with a question. 

“What happened to the robbers,” you asked, pulling back to look him in the eye. His gaze darkened at your question, his voice becoming sharp edged and hard,  

“They were taken care off,” he ground out through a clenched jaw. You swallowed heavily at his answer. You felt small under his eyes, and it made you shrink back into yourself, hiding your face in his neck. You weren't sure what his answer meant, but judging by the sheer intensity of his eyes and the simple sentence, you weren't sure you wanted to know. It, once again, reminded you of who exactly the man you were dating was. You may have known him as sweet, gentle, caring and loving but to others that wasn’t the always the case. You hopped you would never have to be the later.  

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