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Liar, Liar Chapter 2

Recom!Neteyam x female OC

Summary : Tala of the Tawkami gets captured by a familiar face and to both of their misfortune, they are trapped together due to circumstance. They are extremely vexed by this and each other and also very horny.

Warnings: Minors DNI, non-con+dub-con, explicit smut, dirty talk, authority, power struggle, mentions+depictions of blood, minor violence, character death, marking, biting, scenting

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Chapter 2 (NSFW) ~6.7k words

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Tala felt murky and lost, in a place vaguely familiar.

It looked like the ocean, like the one she had marveled at when all the clans came together under multiple leadership, most importantly the Sully family, but it was incredibly dark.

“Tala” A light feminine voice called out within the depths.

“Kiri!” Tala felt like crying, she reached for her but for some reason their fingers wouldn’t touch.

Kiri’s intelligent round eyes that normally glistened petal-yellow now dilated with worry.

“Tala, can you hear me? Where are you?” She couldn’t hear her.

Tala mouthed carefully the location of the scouting party’s attack. “Kol’iluen Hills, Kol’iluen Hills!”

Kiri watched her lips thoughtfully, understanding.

The Tawkami woman paused, should she even say anything about Neteyam? What could she say, when he was so different, so changed?

Kiri noticed her friend’s pained expression and smiled reassuringly. She had to tell her.

“Ne-te-yam--is–a-live”

When the Omaticayan girl’s expression morphed into one of shock and confusion, Tala knew she understood and her expression remained pained. Kiri had a special connection to Eywa, surely she would figure out what happened to him, how to help him. Much more than Tala could.

Suddenly the dream felt freezing and Kiri’s image disappeared before her eyes without a word more.

“Kiri!”

Tala gasped loudly, her body tensed and the firs thing she noticed was how cold she was.

She had been drugged and anesthetized, she had done it to herself before as an experiment but the tawtute recipe left her feeling so much worse upon awakening.

’Hello? Can you hear me? Are you alright?’

Tala surveyed her new home: three dark concrete walls and a cage door with thick bars. On the other side was just a massive hallway lit by stinging light. When she tried getting up, a weight held her down, metallic smooth cuffs secured on each wrist. She grimaced, her ear was sore too.

“Hello?” She whispered, throat dry.

“Here, here.” 

A thin hand waved at her from the corner of the cage, they also wore these cuffs. Tala reached out to brush the owner’s four fingers before holding it. Though strangers, they were both na’vi, and that was comfort enough.

“​​Oel ngati kameie, I am Orlek’an te Yokelk’ita of the Anurai.”

“​​Oel ngati kameie, Orlek’an, I am Li’tala te Eyay Engk’ita of the Tawkami. How long have you been here my sister?”

“I do not know, is it still spring?” 

“No, it’s summer.”

Orlek’an sighed. “I am a craftswoman, I was taken while foraging alone. There were others, but they’ve been moved, vanished, I am the only one who returns here. Are you a warrior, Li’tala?” 

“Please, call me Tala. And barely, I am an alchemist, but the war required more warriors. What do the tawtutes make you do here?”

“Labor, collecting, identifying, crafting which cannot be replicated by their tawtute machines,” Her voice was deep, but so, so weary. Tala sighed, frustrated, then gingerly felt around her right ear, fingers finding a squarish tag, pierced into the skin.

“What is this on my ear, this thing? Do you have one too?”

Orlek’an barked a humorless laugh. “Tags, so vrrteps can tell their false na’vi apart from the real na’vi. They can’t tell the difference.”

Tala continued to inspect herself. She pressed her palms against the scarring on her neck, not quite healed, definitely not treated. There was no ache, it didn’t seem infected, which was the only silver lining. At least a day had passed, maybe two.

She seethed once she remembered Neteyam’s face.

Suddenly the doors to the hall boomed open and loud footsteps charged into the room. A tawtute wearing an exo-pack and a long white coat and a dreamwalker soldier stopped in front of Tala’s cell.

“Finally awake, huh? Get this one.” The dream walker opened the cage door, making both Tala and Orlek’an hiss at the intrusion. The tawtute rolled his eyes. “Just great, fresh meat.” Tala read the name on his ID: L. Hanson. Hanson turned to the dreamwalker.

“I don’t have time for this shit, get her up.”

“You could say please.”

“Please, Patty.” The dreamwalker smirked and approached Tala, who had buried herself in the corner of her cell, pupils tiny and menacing. Patty raised her hands in defense.

“You scratch at me, those bracelets will shock the Eywa out of you if you do. No sudden moves.” She said in stilted na’vi. Cautiously, Tala stood up and nodded.

The cuffs magnetized and forced her arms together with a loud clack. Tala scowled deeper when Patty simply shrugged her shoulders. “You’ll get used to it.”

Tala grumbled to herself, she felt even more helpless than before now with her hands trapped together. As she followed the pair outside her cell, she casted a look behind her, able to catch the bright glint of copper eyes. Orlek’an. Tala waved her tail goodbye as the Anurai woman tried to give a comforting smile.

The doors opened with another slam and Tala found herself nearly blinded by the infernally bright vrrtep light fixtures.

“Move along, don’t got all day.” Patty sharply elbowed her back and Tala stumbled forward.

Lab 08. Ventilation Chamber. Electric 7B. The place was so massive and Tala committed the path and signages to memory. It was child’s play, as it was to any young alchemist. The place was crawling most with Recombinant and dreamwalkers, the humans she did glimpse at all wore either exo-packs or white hazmat suits.

After walking down the maze of Bridgehead, they finally came upon a darkened laboratory, Lab 12. Plants and samples were kept bright and encased in clear glass cases. Patty pushed Tala onto a tiny wheeled stool and then took a seat by the door.

“Understand English?” Hanson asked gruffly, also sitting down. He tinkered with his digital pad but Tala’s eyes wandered, there seemed to be only two other tawtute scientists working at opposite corners. Shiny shock batons strapped to their white hazmat suits.

“Hey!” Hanson slammed his fist on the desk but it didn’t shock Tala much. The muted thump was like that of a na’vi child’s tantrum rather than anything of threat.

“Yes or no?”

“Yes.” She said quietly.

“Fucking finally. Don’t wanna deal with this piece of shit translator.” Hanson grumbled to himself and Tala could hear the faint snickers behind her.

Droids came over to the table before Tala. For the next few hours, that’s all she did, she sat and listed out names of plants, herbs, roots, leaves, etc. With how monotonous the work was, sometimes she would pretend not to know words in English just to see Hanson curse and uselessly finagle his translator pad, which was indeed a piece of shit. This brought some entertainment to both her and Patty, and the guard herself seemed content to stay seated by the door.

After hours of what felt even more mundane than weaving, which she unfortunately despised, she was finally allowed to leave after Hanson waved her off like a nuisance.

Patty held her gun securely as she made Tala walk ahead of her. Seeing how the dreamwalker preferred to painfully jab her body whenever they needed to turn, Tala let her mind wander. She thought about the poison affecting Neteyam.

What was the efficacy of her scent? Did it have an active effect that persisted even without close proximity? Or was he just baring with it? How long would it be effective for once she was absent? Did it do more than ‘help with headaches’?

Her head was filled with so many potential hypotheses that her neck was suddenly yanked back to stop her from crashing into someone.

A large recombinant solder stood tall over both women and he turned, a strange glint in his eye. Patty’s back straightened.

“Evening, Private. Done for the day?”

“Yes, Corporal Halloway, sir. Just escorting the newbie back to her cell now.”

Corporal Halloway leered at Tala, his interest was evident and Tala felt goosebumps on her neck. However, a chance was a chance, and there was no reason to only count on Corporal Tom for her survival and eventual escape. Halloway seemed at least he’d be simpler to talk to than the whole paradoxical mess that is Neteyam’s psyche.

He stepped forward and hummed nonchalantly as if he wasn’t already fucking her in his head.

“You take off, Private. I’ll make sure the prisoner gets back, secure and sound.”

Patty saluted and Tala was left alone with the Recom soldier, her arms shifted uncomfortably, sore from having been forced together the entire day. Halloway smelled disgusting and she had to school her expression to keep meek and wide-eyed to not gag.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let ol’Johhny take good care of you.” He said with a smug grin.

Now she had to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

He led her down different hallways, much emptier than the ones she’s been in before.

It was when Halloway slowed down to grab at her ass that Tala was wondering if this was a good idea. His scent was strangely minty, and he smelled more like the musty tawtute walls of the facility than anything.

“Don’t be shy now. I promise I’ll show you a real good time.” He prodded, squeezing her ass cheek firmly. Tala recoiled but nodded, biting her lip to appear enticed, and hoped he at least knew how to fuck.

She could smell him before she could see him, sunlillies and bark mixed with gunpowder and she grimaced at the unnatural addition. Halloway looked up.

“Yo, Tommy! Training’s already over?” He asked breezily as his fellow corporal stalked towards him, Neteyam’s expression was unreadable as usual.

He nodded and Tala ignored the feeling of his eyes burning into the side of her head.

“That’s right. What’ve you got here?” Corporal Tom asked in an even tone.

“Hmm, just something sweet. Need something to help me sleep like a baby, you know?”

“Hmm.”

Corporal Tom squeezed Tala’s free shoulder, standing opposite of Halloway.

“But I want this particular treat. Been looking forward to it all day. How about you look for something else.” It wasn’t a question.

Neteyam’s gaze was extremely unsettling, eyes barely masking a foul mood and violent intent. Halloway raised his eyebrow at him, confused, and glanced between the two na’vi. After a beat of silence, Halloway raised both hands in peace.

“Alright, since you want it so bad, you can have her. It’s my turn next time though!” Halloway conceded and walked away lazily. Tala felt her spirit and ego droop, that was it? Was she not worthy of even a little bit more reluctance? When the Recom walked out of earshot, she turned to Neteyam quite haughtily.

“Surely you knew you’d have to share, yes?” She said with an unamused look on her face. Neteyam’s cockblocking was going to be a problem in her chances of escape.

Instead of answering, he grabbed Tala by the neck and pushed her into a room on their left, knocking the air out of her lungs as she landed on what seemed to be a bed. Her head hit the wall and she winced, cradling it. The blaring lights didn’t take it any better, it was harsh and the bed was barely even that, extremely stiff. A near claustrophobic, windowless room.

Halloway had intended to bring her to one of the rutting/heat rooms, closed off from the rest of the facility and meant for the growing number of Recombinant na’vi. It was private and soundproof, most used it for more casual purposes than it was designed for.

Tala glared up at Neteyam only to see huge pools of sunlight, his pupils intensely compacted and focused on her. He seemed very territorial for someone who considered her a toy.

She kneeled up quickly on the bed, intrigued.

“Did you really want to keep me to yourself?” She cooed, almost laughing. Tala leaned against Neteyam who stood, hands and face resting on his toned stomach as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. Maybe not entirely hopeless.

“Watch yourself. Halloway smells like shit and that defeats the purpose of you.” Neteyam sneered, shoving Tala back. She rolled into a stand and gracefully draped her trapped arms around his head with a coy smile, bewildering Neteyam. He had half a mind to just kick her out of Bridgehead and be done with her, migraines be damned. 

“If you wanted me to be all yours, I prefer being courted with beaded tops and food.” Tala was positively glowing, her smile was full of mirth.

“I changed my mind. I’d rather shoot you.”

She giggled. Neteyam looked at her like she was crazy and his body felt hot, he attributed it to anger from her insolence. He growled as he grabbed at the backs of her legs and landed both of them on the top of the bed. Her linked arms made it impossible for her to move away.

“Hey-!” Tala yelped, the back of her head stung hitting the hard pillow.

Neteyam kissed her hard, sick of her speaking. The kiss had them both opening their mouths wide, fangs clacking, their arousals grinding against each other. The friction made Tala arch her back and moan breathily.

To his intense displeasure that moan just turned into more airy giggling.

“But what about tomorrow, or the day after that? Are you going to see me every day, is that it?” Tala asked mockingly, her tail swishing back and forth cheekily. Neteyam said nothing and smirked.

Tala’s smile dropped and her tail stilled. There was no way this skxawng was serious.

Neteyam scoffed then dove his face over the crook of her neck to inhale more of her spicy-sweet scent. He bit at her neck, right under her jaw, and suckled her skin, she shivered and moaned. 

“I’m not surprised you already need a reminder of what you are.”

Before Tala could process his words, suddenly he was ripping her arms off his head and manhandled her to land on the floor on her ass.

“Ow! You fucking brute, you could’ve-“ She started to curse but froze when quick hands practically ripped off the metal buckles of his tactical harness and zipped down his pants just enough for his heavy cock to hang free.

Tala was glad she was on her knees because they were already feeling weak looking at the size of it.

Thick-vein and ribbed, Tala nearly cursed Eywa for making this particular creation so infuriatingly perfect. His tip was already leaking precum that smelled so unfortunately divine to her nose.

Neteyam’s ego naturally inflated as he watched her practically salivate over his cock, not even fully hard. He smirked as he taunted her. “Be a good girl and maybe I’ll even fuck you with it.”

Her clunt clenched around nothing and Tala could feel her cheeks flush even deeper and she bit her lips shut.

“Open.” He rasped heatedly and with his other hand, he lifted the tip to her lips. She blinked up at him through her long eyelashes and paused. His pupils were already blown wide black, looking more and more like he wanted to devour her whole, and her entire body felt flushed under his concentrated stare.

She let her eyelids drop and held eye contact as her tongue slowly lapped at his tip for a taste.

Salty, his musk was dizzying her. He kept still.

Tala opened her jaw wider to take the in head slowly.

Neteyam yanked her head forward and held onto her with both hands. He let out a long groan feeling her throat spasm and squeeze his length in her panic. His hips started moving slowly, uncaring for how much she was choking on his thick length.

“Fuck…” He breathed out quietly over her muffled whimpers.

Tears beaded on Tala’s eyelashes at the sudden burn in her throat and her hands flew to his clothed thighs, clawing onto them for dear life as Neteyam started fucking her mouth. He leveraged her head in time with his hips, making her nose hit his pelvis each time, ignoring every gag.

Tala tried her best to relax her throat, laying her tongue flat against the underside of his cock, though her adaptability only earned her insults.

“Such a slut. You’re used to this, aren’t you?” He growled tauntingly and pulled out his cock almost all the way before slamming it back into her windpipe. She screamed around his hard cock, the vibrations making him rut while the sound stroked his ego. His eyes were open, enthralled in watching her fall apart and choke, uselessly trying to squirm and push away from him. Precum and drool dribbled from the sides of her swollen lips and Neteyam felt like he could cum from just the sound of her desperate whines alone.

“You’re a toy, Tala, my toy. And I’ll use my toy whenever I want.” Neteyam chuckled darkly but Tala could barely hear at this point. His cock was bruising her throat, her eyes were watering nonstop and her head was spinning.

His moans and grunts filled the room, he’s not sure how he was able to keep this long without Tala’s mouth. It was tight and wet, and it felt so good to shut her up. Tala worked her tongue to massage the underside, she couldn’t help moaning as she felt every hard ridge of his cock. Her tewng was soaked through even despite the abuse of her mouth. He could smell her so clearly, her arousal made him enjoy her mouth all the more.

“You only exist for me now.” Neteyam muttered with a wicked smile. He then stilled, holding Tala’s head down. Her eyes were darting up at him and his figure, yet he just waited. He waited for her fingers to start trembling and dug into his clothes thighs. Waited for her to try forcing her head back against his grip. Waited for her drool to overflow, her whimpers to get louder and louder, her throat to convulse-

“Do you understand, ma’fil(my toy)?”

Tala nodded desperately.

Neteyam let her head go and she lurched backward, coughing out drool and precum. She gasped and shuddered, tears running down her cheeks and even her tail was too weak to raise itself from the ground. He graciously allowed a few more seconds before he started pulling her head towards him again.

Tala resigned to her current fate, dizzied and hot from him abusing her throat. He liked her like this, so much more compliant. Neteyam loved the way her eyes rolled back every time she gasped for breath and how all that drool was running down her neck, to the floor, and dripping from her tits.

“Good girl… there’s hope for you yet.” He muttered, now his hips adding more force every time she sunk down to his hilt. She moaned a whine, her mouth felt fucking heavenly.

He let out tawtute curses under his breath and kept Tala’s head still, snapping his cock into her mouth in fast strokes. 

Finally, Neteyam let out a long curse and froze, eyes snapped shut as he came in the back of her throat. Tala’s eyes rolled back, she just couldn’t swallow, she couldn’t breathe, and her body was twitching and desperate for air.

When he finally pulled out of her mouth, Tala collapsed forward, coughing and leaking cum from her swollen lips.

There were barely any thoughts in her head, only the taste of his cum and the unsatisfied throbbing of her pussy.

Neteyam tugged her head up by her hair, he wanted to see her face.

Eywa, she looked so wrecked, he could tell she was barely even registering the force of his grip and it made him smirk.

Tala knew what a complete mess she must’ve looked like, she had basically sobbed around that wonderfully–stupidly– ribbed cock. After she regained some sense she looked up begrudgingly, ears ready to hear whatever smug shit was about to spew from that handsome face.

“Good girl. You did your best.” UGH

“Fuck you.” It was harder to speak than she thought it would be.

He chuckled. He pressed some button on his wrist tech and with a drop, Tala’s hands unlinked. She looked down, then looked up, mind still catching up.

“You… could have done that this entire time?”

“What’s the problem? You only used your mouth.”

Tala hissed. She looked down on herself, cum and unholy amount of drool stuck to her skin and made her feel that much more dirty. She empathically placed her hands on both of his thighs to support herself to her feet and then leaned close to his face.

“Well, your toy wants to be clean now, if you don’t mind.” She glowered. Unsatisfied or not, Tala would rather get cleaned than anything at that moment. Neteyam looked down to watch his cum dripping down her neck and tits, decorating her boobs enticingly, his smug smile widened.

“You’ve never looked better.” He smiled as if he had given her a genuine compliment and Tala wanted to suffocate him. Before the Tawkami girl could reach for the pillow, Neteyam suddenly stood up, stepped out of his pants, and tugged off his shirt lazily. He grabbed Tala around her waist and carried her like a sack into the connected bathroom unit. There had to be one when heats or ruts could last days at a time.

“O-Oh! Neteyam, you skxawng!” She struggled, cursing. He sighed. “I’ll drop you.” Tala went limp.

The bathroom was small, more like a wet room with a connected hand-hold faucet. Obviously, Neteyam got to it first, and obviously, he turned it on and struck her with freezing water and he laughed meanly at the scream that came out of her mouth.

“Such a fucking—!” She expeled a long string of na’vi curses that Neteyam didn’t bother to listen to. All of her was wet and cold and Tala flung her wet hair at Neteyam to slap him. He merely chuckled and when the water turned warm, he held the showerhead above his head and pulled her in to let it soak down her too.

“Gotta help clean my toy, yes?” He replied and Tala scoffed. She worked on washing her face and ran her hands along her neck and chest, pawing at her breasts to get that sticky feeling and his smell off of her.

Maybe Neteyam was staring. Maybe he was thinking of pushing her against the wall and having her scream his name out of pleasure this time.

When Tala looked back at him, cheeks still red and lips still swollen, now her hair cascading in soft wet waves, he seriously contemplated having that thought be a reality.

“Your toy is fragile, it’d be a problem for you too if I broke.” She said snarkily, knowing exactly what was going on in his mind. “Your headband, skxawngs.” She lightly pulled the headband off before the fabric got completely soaked. 

Neteyam watched as she gently placed it on a dry ledge, away from the spray, then massaged the area of his mark on her neck.

He supposed he could have been gentler with the bite, with the way it bruised ugly vivid colors and still had hard shells of blood. Tala glanced up at him, his scar visible. He was still handsome even with the scar on his forehead, which was infuriating, but still, it was large, and it looked… as if it was burning inside him.

“Does it hurt?” She asked, both knew what she was referring to. He snorted.

“Do you care?”

“Oh, yes, I enjoy asking about things I don't care about! You act as if I like wasting my own time.” She replied sarcastically.

“You do, you do it all the time.”

Tala screwed up her face and turned away from him with a huff, because maybe he was technically correct, it was a coincidence. She’d rather freeze outside than spend another second with him. He stopped her by just barely ghosting his fingers over her elbow.

“It doesn’t right now.” His voice was low, likely honest. She paused. 

“Let me see.”

Neteyam highly considered not, but right now she was closer to the exit, and therefore his gun, so he relented. He put the showerhead on a hook that let the water run on them both and leaned down with a sigh. Tala gingerly held his face, completely focused on the scar tissue. There was skin trauma, sure, though it was as if injected with something dark, swirling, active. But still, a question picked at her brain.

“Why do you hide it?” The People did not consider scars unseemly, they were proof of their survival. This was too.

Neteyam pulled his face away from her hands.

“Tawtutes stare.”

“Tawtutes always stare.” Tala countered. He raised his brows at her and they stared for a moment in silence. He sighed.

“Some specific scientists stare. I don’t like the look on their faces, they look… pleased with themselves.” Neteyam admitted without looking at her in the eye. He wasn’t completely sure why he was explaining this. Maybe because of that along with headaches, he felt his usual aggressive thoughts… silence. Feeling clearheaded out of battle felt strange after months otherwise.

“Do you remember how you died?” Tala knew it was a sensitive question but they have already established that neither felt like being patient with the other. Neteyam kept still like a statue, eyes challenging her.

“Lo’ak shot me. Right here.” He pointed to his forehead scar.

Tala’s eyes widened, that wasn’t what she was told. He saw her disbelief and his voice turned scornful.

“Of course, he never told you, maybe didn’t tell anyone. Skxawng was returning fire, then hit me instead.” His face twisted in anger, betrayal, and the vitriol in his words made her feel sick.

“That’s… That’s not what I heard. Kiri said-”

“Kiri wasn’t there. I’m sure my Mother finished my songcord with a heroic ending. How could she sing ‘slain by his baby brother’?” He growled, fangs showing his spite. He straightened his back and wiped water from his face in an act to center himself. His eyes became even colder as he stared down at her.

“Besides, Tala, how well do you even know my family? Would you really be able to tell if they’re lying?”

The words stung but it was already where the Tawkami woman’s mind went to. She was closest with Kiri, and for Tuk she didn’t want to pry. Lo’ak only confessed that he hadn’t visited the Tree of Voices even once after a long night of drinking kava. He and Spider both asked for her help with their nightmares and she had concocted strong sleeping droughts for a peaceful sleep, but even once and a while they would still scream themselves awake.

Her tail swung erratically as her mind raced. Only Kiri had told her of their family surrounding Neteyam as he died, bleeding out. Her eyes shifted to the large scar on his chest instead.

It ruled out the headshot, the chest was his death shot, but how involved was Lo’ak? Her stance wavered in the face of Neteyam’s eyes scorching white heat through her own. If her eyes were a forest, Neteyam’s sun was burning it down.

Tala closed her eyes. Regardless, her theory was answered and the details surrounding Neteyam’s death didn’t matter to her, not when she was focused on her survival. This was not her goal.

“So the scientists brought you back. Shouldn’t you be proud of them?” She asked instead. He glowered.

“You and I both know that I shouldn’t be here.”

Tala hummed, neutral. He knew it was wrong for him to be alive, but now that he was he would be fighting for the RDA’s behalf. She smiled, slightly embittered, mostly sad.

“Seems like no one in this war will let you rest.” Neteyam found her words surprisingly sincere. The way her leaf-green eyes seemed actually so upset for his sake though unnerved him, her sentiment made awful feelings swirl in his gut and it twisted him further.

“Must seem like that for the Tawkami’s ‘Sevin Prrnesyul(Pretty flower bud). No one’s expected much from you, have they?” Neteyam’s words were venomous, malicious, and Tala bristled at them. What just happened, how poisoned was he to take her words like that? She pursed her lips, she really shouldn’t lower herself down to his level.

“Says the vrrteps’ amazing experiment. You're a wonderful little trophy for them, aren’t you?” She bit back before thinking and Neteyam glared, his nose twitched.

“Not as much of a trophy as you are. Prison must already be torture for you, you’re so used to just sitting still and smiling, and being fed well for it.”

Tala’s smile became saccharine and she raised to her tiptoes. This asshole-

“Aw, I’m honored the strong and mighty would be-Oloeyketan finds me desirable, it’s truly an honor. I’m sorry, I’m too busy smiling so I won't be able to immediately grovel at your-”

The way Neteyam smirked and puffed up his chest arrogantly made her stop dead. He tilted his head condescendingly. She sensed her mistake.

“Go on, little toy. Finish that sentence.” He taunted. Her face soured.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” Tala replied scathingly, returning his smile.

Neteyam cupped her ass tight and it made her let out a high-pitched squeal. She flushed deeply and bit her lips into an ashamed frown and he laughed meanly. He eyed her lips, still red and swollen and he licked his own.

“Yes, do mind the drool.” She quipped and he rolled his eyes. He flicked the shower off and then again manhandled her in his arms and she screamed.

“Stop picking me up!!” Her head swung downwards and she almost thought he was going to drop her on her head and really kill her until she just hovered over his half-hard cock. She could see it twitching to life and she stared.

“You are so-nng~!” Tala moaned weakly when Neteyam licked a flat stripe against her pussy lips, blood was rushing to her head. Neteyam encircled his taut muscles around her waist and proceeded to bury his mouth into her hot cunt, already leaking juices.

Tala grabbed onto his thick thighs for support, only brushing her face closer to his hard cock. Whether or not she sucked it, he found that didn’t care. He just wanted to suck her sensitive flesh and juices, envelop himself in her spicy and sweet perfume and listen to her babble stupidly for his tongue.

Her embarrassment afterward was always an added bonus.

Slick was trickling down her ass and her belly as he feasted, massaging and twisting his tongue inside, sucking at her clit. Her pussy fluttered and spasmed, Tala’s strangled moans bounced against the tiles. She needed something, anything to hold onto-

Neteyam lip’s stuttered a groan when he felt her warm mouth enveloping his cock. He chuckled softly on her sensitive bud, vibrations making her mewl and her thighs twitch around his head.

“Such a good toy f’me.” He husked, then returned to his meal. It was even harder to breathe like this but Tala drooled at how her throat convulsed around his hot shaft. Every time she needed to take a breath her tongue swirled around the fat head of his cock, her fingers bumping against themselves as they massaged every ridge firmly.

The blood was getting to her head and her legs were feeling numb but Neteyam’s tongue only dug deeper and sloppier into the sensitive and gummy walls. 

Tala panted quickly, her thighs started tensing up, she was so close so unbearably close-

Neteyam gave a final suck at her clit and withdrew his mouth from her puffy pussy.

The wholly needy whine that came out of Tala’s mouth was so unrestrained he almost felt bad for her. Almost.

He let Tala down, laying her whole body on the floor, and stared satisfactorily at her trembling body. Tala was not thinking straight otherwise she would’ve stopped herself from backing her ass up against his cock, mewling desperately.

He thumbed at her throbbing pussy languidly with a smile, he found it cute how tightly it was milking his thumb.

“Nete-please!” Tala begged, her pussy aching to be filled, begging for a release.

“I think I’m tired of playing.”

Tala huffed, she knew that was a fucking lie, looking at how rock-hard his cock was. She brought her knees up and reached between her legs, still giving Neteyam a good view.

“Then you can watch.” Tala growled heatedly and plunged her own fingers into her weeping pussy, holding eye contact. Her fingers would be just enough, her other hand furiously rubbing at her clit.

She never broke eye contact, eyelids drooping as she panted and moaned without reservation.

He wasn’t expecting this, it was unmistakably hot and he started pumping his cock in rhythm with her fingers.

They kept moaning as they watched each other writhe in pleasure and finally Tala’s eyes rolled back and she came so hard her body stayed rigid. Neteyam came in time, hot streaks of his cum decorated her ass and back, another pretty picture.

Her thighs trembled and Tala’s body collapsed, her fingers slipping out. They breathed hard for a few moments before she disturbed the short peace.

“Enjoyed the show?” She said weakly, her giggles made Neteyam’s ears twitch.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself more.” He quipped back.

“Mm, just admit you were captivated.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You were impossibly captivated? You just like me so much, don’t you?”

Neteyam voted internally to ignore her as he carelessly cleaned himself, barely helpful to Tala, and threw the already used towel once he was done with it at her face. Her squawk of indignation managed to quirk a smile on his face.

Once both were clothed and dry enough, Tala opened her arms at him, still situated on the bathroom floor. He furrowed his brows up, somehow she always created new ways to confound him.

“I can’t walk.”

Neteyam looked at the mischievous swaying of her tail and growled. He had decided he had had enough of Tala for the day. He didn’t even realize he had already picked up the Tawkami girl over his shoulder and carried her down the halls. Oh, she resisted at first, yelled and struggled, but by the time they reached the prisons she had begrudgingly fallen silent.

The guards stood at attention when they spotted Neteyam.

“Sir, Corporal Tom, sir.” They said, recognizing the prominent Recom soldier instantly. He basically deposited Tala onto one of them.

“At ease. Return this one to their cell.” His voice resumed its usual coldness, but Tala gritted her teeth, she could hear his smug undertone. She was annoyed but unsurprised, a least he carried her

So Tala kept her mouth shut even as the guards shoved her back into her cell, kept it shut as she fumed on the cold floor and slowly fell asleep, and kept it shut until the next time she had to return to inspection.

His ailment confused her and the rupture in his memories worried her even more. But there was nothing she would be able to do for him, he obviously needed someone more attuned to Eywa, a Tsahik, Kiri.

It was not her destiny to save Neteyam, and she doubted he wanted any anyways.

–

A couple of weeks passed with more or less little fanfare. Every few days or so, more samples would arrive in the lab and she’d report in, inspect, and identify and every so often mess around with Hanson and the other tawtutes. It was fun to see his face turn red and the glass of his exo-pack steam up as he sputtered.

She couldn’t exactly swipe any plant materials, but little bits of metal wires, paperclips, and loose scrap metal went by unnoticed. All she gave to Orlek’an to fashion whatever she wished. Tala thought it would be maybe hair trinkets, come to find out instead the Anurai na’vi made darts.

She was only slightly offended she hadn’t seen Neteyam since that day, but neither had she seen any other Recombinant soldier. It didn’t even matter anyways, the RDA dreamwalkers were strangely hesitant approaching her now.

“Alright, that’s enough for today. We’ll call for you again once we gather more samples.” He said simply and Tala acknowledged it with a glance his way. Hanson grumbled and spoke. “Patty, please get her out of here. And call R&D techs, this thing is driving me crazy.” The tawtute waved around the translator and Tala couldn’t stop the slight grin.

“Will do, get some rest Dr. Hanson.” Patty said and Tala slowly stood up from her seat with a sigh.

Her head snapped up. Tala smelled something alarming, txumpaywll root with notes of cinnamon. Innocuous for adult na’vi but paralyzing for a child, and she basically considered a human adult’s immune system to be that of children.

“Stop!” She shouted, her eyes searching wildly for the source. The two tawtutes who were always in the back froze, tongs loosely holding a large pod.

“What are you on-” Hanson tried to shout at her but she gasped. The microseconds dragged as she watched the seed pod slip away from the tongs’ grip and–

It was too late, a plume of sickly green smoke erupted from the beaker, and within seconds the entire room filled with the sleeping gas. Tala covered her nose and mouth, the Tawkami built up their immunity towards drugs like this. She heard Patty coughing and the tawtutes gasping, their exo-packs were not meant to filter this.

She bounded towards the beaker and dumped the solution in the chemical sink, getting rid of the source but the gas was already in their lungs. Tala cursed, her eyes darted for anything, healing roses, fpomron leaves, something fast. Something in the back of Tala’s mind creeped up to the surface, she didn’t need to save any of these tawtutes. They worked to destroy Eywa, not just study it.

Tala looked at the scientists, looking pale and gasping for breath despite their exo-packs and hazmat suits being intact. Patty’s avatar was on the floor, slumbering peacefully. She cursed loudly, Great Mother she was an alchemist not a warrior!

The Tawkami acted quickly, grabbing at plant matter and dried samples from the cabinets. She used the handle end of the stun baton to crush and grind them, creating inhalants. Scooping them in a petri dish Tala swiftly brought it to the two scientists on the floor.

“Smell!” She barked at one before removing their exo-pack slightly, shoving the petri dish to their face. She mimed the action on her own face and the tawtute followed suit, Tala reinstalled the mask and moved to the next one.

By the time the Tawkami got to Hanson, he was already fully unconscious and she expertly puffed the inhalant up his nostrils, used to doing this for ailed children.

The mechanical doors opened and revealed a shorter woman with a blond ponytail wearing an exo-mask and two Recombinant soldiers.

“Stop right there!” She screamed, Tala faltered. Patty? A second after she resecured Hanson’s exo-mask she was kicked off of him by a Recom and she yelped in pain.

When she hit the ground Tala tried to explain but her wrist cuffs activated and a painful crash of lightning coursed through her body.

“Stop…stop!” A scientist from the corner called out and Patty nodded. The cuffs deactivated and the Tawkami’s body was left jerking erratically and stiff on the lab floor.

When she looked up she saw a vaguely familiar face, Corporal Halloway? He smiled and she committed his name to her personal curse list.

Her vision was darkening fast, she could see the tawtute Patty run towards Halloway and yell something, another hazmat-suited scientist started shouting.

As Tala closed her eyes, a whiff of sunlillies tickled her nose. Surely not. Wouldn’t it be just rich for him to arrive and watch her convulse on the floor, he’d probably have difficulty holding in his glee.

She took one last breath before everything became dark. Was that… blood?

Tala hated the smell of blood.

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[suuuupernovaaa]

kinä

kinä [ˈki.næ] num. seven

Anonymous Request: Could you possibly write a Ao'nung x Sully reader where they're kind of in that awkward stage like will they date will they not but reader is really good with kids especially his new baby brother and that's when he knows he wants her to be his mate.

Tsireya looks to be nearly in tears when I enter her mauri pod. The baby in her arms, her baby brother born only weeks ago, is producing a cry so loud that surely the entire clan can hear it.

"He won't stop!" she says desperately. "Mother said she would be right back, but he won't stop."

Ao'nung winces, covering his ears. "Is he hungry?"

Tsireya gives him a pointed glare. "If he is, we can't do anything about it."

While the two argue, and the baby cries, Y/N steps forward, extending her hands to Tsireya. Without a thought, she places her brother in Y/N's outstretched arms, and Ao'nung looks on with interest.

Y/N begins to walk around slowly, with a little bounce in her step, and a hush falls over all.

The baby, just howling moments ago, settles down as soon as he is cradled in Y/N's arms, pressed against her chest, while she coos and whispers in his ears.

"Calm now, beautiful boy," Y/N says. "Your mother will return soon, and I will hold you close until she does."

She sways back and forth gently, the way all mothers inherently know to do when they hold a child, and Ao'nung is struck by this image of her. He imagines it isn't his brother in her arms, but her own child - and his own child, as well.

His heart seems to expand in his chest, pounding loudly, and his mouth has gone dry.

What is this feeling?

Y/N turns to him, smiling, and he knows what this feeling is. For too long, Ao'nung and Y/N have danced around their feelings for each other, playing a game of will they, or won't they? Ao'nung hasn't been sure of how Y/N feels, and hadn't felt bold enough to ask her.

Until now.

Blessedly, Tsireya steps outside, saying she needs a moment to recover from all the crying. Y/N does not take her eyes off the baby until Ao'nung approaches, and puts his hand on her arm.

His brother's eyes have closed, and he is letting out soft, tiny snores. Though Ao'nung isn't typically enamored by little ones, he has to admit - that's cute.

"You will make a fine mother," Ao'nung tells her, and she looks to him, grinning again.

"I hope so. I want many children. Six, at least."

Ao'nung lets out a breath in a huff. "Six is a lot, but I think we can manage."

"We?" Y/N asks, her eyes wide, and she leans towards Ao'nung.

"Yes. You and I, and our six children."

Y/N looks unsure for a moment, and then her eyes relax, and a grin spreads slowly, ear to ear. The baby fusses for a second when she stops swaying, but she resumes, and he is contented again.

"What if I want seven?" Y/N asks.

Ao'nung shrugs. "Then I will give you seven."

Ao'nung has never felt so confident, so sure, and the pleased expression on his face only eggs him on.

"I will give you anything you want, Y/N, if you allow me to be your mate."

She glances down at the child in her arms, and then back up to Ao'nung, and he thinks he sees a mist of tears in her eyes.

"Nothing would make me happier, Ao'nung. I have been waiting for you to ask."

Ao'nung's chest bursts with joy and pride, he feels it reverberating through every part of his body, and he cannot stop the giant smile from creeping across his face.

He pulls his future mate into his arms, cradling the child between them, who remains happily asleep. He closes his eyes as he holds them, joyously looking forward to the day when it is their child they hold.

When it is their lives they share.

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[forever-once-gone]

Day 2: Seokjin - How he had once claimed you as his <3

Part of the Love, Amour, Aur Pyaar drabble series for February!

Word count: 6.3k (obviously, I am once again failing the task of keeping these short lol)

Content and Warnings: yandere au, supernatural au, love, murder, child neglect, fighting parents, child abandonment, reader has a disdain for her fellow humans, reader's father is a deadbeat, reader's mother disappears, Jin is a man (?) obsessed, possessiveness, illusions to future inter-clan wars, vows of commitment, death, starvation, kissing.

Author's Note: I have no self control. This is again much longer than it should be. At this point it would be considered a whole fic, not a drabble. Also, this is dedicated to @rosquilleta, @/teacakess on Ao3, and the anon who sent me a kind ask ONLY 😤. Thank you dears for commenting 🥰🥰🥰 You guys gave me motivation to write!

You pulled your clothes off, letting them pool at your feet. The day had been rough, foraging through the woods all day took quite a load out of you. You had to go into the forest that surrounded your small town to gather some herbs and other plants and fungi to sell in your little shop. It was hard to maintain the quickly depleting stocks in your shop since you were the only person left who dared to venture into the accursed forest.

You once had a mother who cared for you dearly. She had been warm and loving, and had done everything she could do to raise you after your father had refused to stand up and divulge the fact that he—despite being the village leader’s son—was the secret lover of your mother when she had gotten pregnant. He would often sneak into your house by the outskirts of town when you were a child to try and convince your mother that he had had no choice.

“I’m sorry, dear, you know my father would never accept our relationship. A child out of wedlock? With an orphaned woman, especially from your lineage? It would never work. We’d no doubt be thrown out into the accursed forest, and where would that leave us? Leave Y/n?”

Your mother would never meet his eyes, she never had since the day he’d refused to claim you and your mother at the town meeting. Instead, she’d just make it clear that he had no place in her or your life any more. “I don’t know why you’re here, your highness.”

“Don’t call me that,” he’d beg. “I’m not a prince, I’m not anything like that. We are one, my love. Stop mocking me with those words. We’re equal here.”

“You may not be a prince, nor have any royal blood, but your words make it clear that you think you’re high above me. My lineage? What do you mean by that? You know as well as anyone that there is nothing about me that is cursed. Just because my family was the only one brave enough to enter into the forest, doesn’t mean that we’re cursed! You surely didn’t think I was cursed before I became with child!”

“Do not twist my words, my love. You know I do not think of you like that, but you must admit it is strange how every member of your family had disappeared in those woods for centuries. You cannot ignore how implicating that is, my dear.” He had raised his hands in an almost pleading manner, trying to play to your mother’s emotions.

But your mother had little to no feelings left for the one who had been her biggest betrayer.  “My family may have all disappeared into the woods, but that is only because we’re the only ones who actually dare to enter it! And you cannot ignore the fact that anyone else who was not in my family line who had entered the forest, did not ever return, even though it was all of their first time entering the woods. The fact that my family has, for generations, been able to enter and leave the forest for years, before we finally disappear. Compared to everyone who disappears the first time they enter,I think we may be the blessed ones, not cursed. Besides, nobody seems to think we’re cursed when they want the herbs, vegetables, and fruits we bring back from the forest.” Your mother saw you peeking out from the bedroom.

“Y/n, go back inside, dear. You do not have to hear this.” She began to walk towards the door, shooing you further into the room. “Go to sleep.” She softly clicked the door closed after giving you a reassuring smile.

You walked back into bed, pulling the various knit blankets over you as you heard your mother telling your father that he had overstayed his welcome once again.

Spending nights hearing your parents arguing in the next room over, was not new to you. As far back as you can remember, your father would covertly enter your house to try and get your mother to forgive him, to let him be a father to you. He would bring you clothes, sometimes toys, other times blankets to try and win you over. You would politely take the objects before your mother would usher you back into your room. 

But you knew better than to think that he actually meant to make it up to your mother. He’d always ask for forgiveness, but never ask to accept her and reveal to the village that you were his child. Your mother had questioned him the night of your ninth birthday—the last birthday you had with her—of what his true intentions were of coming here, night after night. He’d been a bumbling mess, too embarrassed to say in front of your mother that he really had no intentions of revealing anything. He really just wanted to relieve himself of his guilt, or at least, that’s what it had seemed like to you.

If he really cared, he would stand by your mother and yourself.

But then again, he never married following his parting from your mother.

You would wait to hear the front door shut behind your father. You would hear silence as your mother sat at the dining table for, usually, ten to twenty minutes after he’d left before she’d slink back into the room with you. She’d get into bed, and pull you against her chest. Her hand would smooth over your head, and sometimes she’d whisper apologises to you, thinking you were asleep.

She had been the only one who took care of you in your life, the only true one to care for you.

When your mother had disappeared in the forest only a few weeks before your tenth birthday, you had been beyond distraught. 

You had cried in the town square all morning and afternoon, when you had woken up and realized that your mother had not returned in the night. You had begged for someone to help you, to look in the forest for you, to find her. Everyone had walked right past all of you, ignoring your little crying form, clothes soiled from the dirt that you had collapsed in when the village leader had turned you away. 

Your father had seemed like he wanted to say something, hesitating when he had found you in the square on his way back to his home. But, in the end, he had walked away from you, leaving you to cry until you lost consciousness.

When you had finally come to, it was the middle of the night. No one was around. The air was cold. And your fingertips had lost all feeling, stiff as you tried to wiggle them around. You had sat up, hoping that you’d see your mother emerging from the forest at the edge of your vision, but you saw no such thing. No such blessing.

You had to pick yourself up from that cold dirt floor, and trudge your way back to your house by the edge of the glade. You had, again, hoped that you’d open the door to find your mother, tending to the fire in the fireplace. Perhaps, stirring a pot that she had hung in it, as she smiled at you, letting you know dinner was almost ready.

But life was not that kind to you.

The few weeks had been tough. You had to learn how to care for yourself all by yourself. You used up all the stored food that your mother would have sold if she had not disappeared. People had not come to your house expecting to buy anything, like they used to when your mother was still around. You had used those supplies and what you had to feed yourself, but when they had come to an end (other than a few jars of preserves, your mother had jarred only a few days before she disappeared that you did not have the heart to open yet), you realized you had to do something to find food.

You had properly dressed up for the first time since your mother’s disappearance. You had ventured out to the river that passed through the glade and bathed. You had scrubbed every last ounce of built up oil from your hair. You had put on your best clothes. You had picked up your basket from the shelf where you used to keep all the items your mother used to sell. And threw on the cloak your mother had sewed for you.

And you did what your family had always done when there was nothing left for them in the village.

You entered the woods.

Your mother had brought you into the woods intermittently from when you were young. You supposed she once had to take you every time when she ventured into the woods when you were a newborn, as there was no one else to take care of you. But by the time you had become old enough not to die of starvation or neglect if left alone for a few hours (about 2 and a half years old), she had begun to cut your trips to the woods. She would leave you alone at home with a snack and some water, promising to return soon.

Following that, she had rarely brought you into the forest. Only a few times in the year. And that was only because she had told you: “One day, I’m sure the forest will take me just like it did my father. Before then, I need you to learn how to navigate the forest, because it will become your only source of trading power with the other villagers, you understand me? It will be tough to be on your own—it was for me too—but I want you to be better prepared for the woods than I was when my father disappeared. I just don’t want you to starve like I did when it happened to me.” Her eyes had darkened. “Not one of those villagers will come to help you, Y/n. Not one.”

You repeated those words to yourself the first time you had entered the forest alone, following the routes that your mom would go through. You foraged for the berries she had shown you, the root vegetables that she had taught you to identify from the stalks that were visible above the dirt, and you checked the traps that your mother had left for small game.

Fortunately, each of the traps had worked and caught a small prey. But unfortunately, all of the animals had started to rot from not being collected all these weeks later. Some had even been scavenged, leaving mangled messes of flesh. You just released the traps, and pushed the corpses away with a stick before re-preparing the traps.

You unconsciously looked around, fearing that you may end up stumbling across your mother’s corpse in a similar stage as the animals you had scraped off the traps. For better or for worse, you had not.

Before the sun could get even close to setting, you returned home. And when you entered the house, a sense of heaviness pushed down on you. A heaviness that came with the realization that this was your new life. You were alone, left to fend for yourself in the forest if you hoped to survive. Left alone to mourn your mother. Mourn her, until you also, just like all your ancestors before you, also disappeared out in the forest.

At least, then, the ghosts of your ancestors could sigh in relief that there would be no more orphaned descendents/children fighting to survive in the glade anymore after you.

You took off the cloak you were wearing and stepped out of your muddied shoes. Only when you sat down at the dining table did you realize something had changed from the way it had been before you had left that morning.

There was a package wrapped up in a sheet on your table. Your breath stopped for a second; could this be from your mother? Was she still alive?

You carefully pulled off the sheet from the contents within, only to find some clothes, a bag of flour, and some goat’s milk along with a note.

I’m so sorry, dear Y/n.

I cannot be the father you deserve, but I will try to provide for you when I can.

Happy birthday, sweet child.

Regrettably,

Your inadequate father.

P.S. I know you will not believe me, but I also miss your mother as much as you do.

Your disdain had grown for him tenfold that night.

Nobody bought from you the first few days after you ventured into the forest. You liked to think it was due to them feeling guilt for how they practically left you to die when your mother disappeared. But you knew the truth, it was much more likely they were worried that you were still unstable and could lash out on them. But after a week of you putting up the open sign by your front door, two mothers had come to you unabashedly, asking for the one of the types of root vegetables your mother used to get from the forest in exchange for a couple eggs.

When the two women had been able to leave your house unharmed, the others slowly made their way back to making their visits to your little house, offering trades and money for the goodies that only grew in the accursed forest. And with that, you had set a routine. A routine involving spending half your time in the woods and half your time in the glade.

And with this routine, you were able to brave your way through the days, then the weeks, the months, and even the years.

And before you knew it, you were twenty-five. Had spent much more time on your own than the time you had spent with your mother. Over fifteen years since she had disappeared without a trace. 

It had also been fifteen years since you had truly felt cared for.

Sure, your father still left you gifts here and there. But that didn’t make any warmth spread through your body. It didn’t help the fact that you hadn’t had anyone to laugh with in all these years. No one to talk to about anything beyond types of vegetables and game. The only time when you had a conversation longer than a couple of words was when one of the men from the village would try and haggle with you for a rabbit that you had brought back in from the forest that morning.

Your father was not much comfort either.

He still wrote you short messages when he would leave packages on your doorstep, but they were as worthless as all those visits he made to see your mother when she was still around. His reassurances were hollow, and you didn’t care to give him the time of day.

You’d become just like your mother, in that even when you saw him around, you’d always turn the other way. In a way, he brought you a bit closer to your mother, since your hatred for him made you understand her cold-shoulder towards him.

You never felt more alone than when you were in the glade with the other villagers, father be damned.

That is why, other than to sleep and to sell your goods, you tended to stay in the accursed forest as much as you could. Even though it made the villagers whisper how you must be more dangerous than your mother since she didn't spend nearly as much time in the forest as you did. To that, all you could think was that you didn’t have a child waiting at home for you to raise, unlike your mother. You were certain she would have done the same as you if she didn’t have to care for you back then.

Despite how there was not one other person in the first besides you, just being away from the village made you feel more at peace. You felt more connected with your mother, when you walked her routes, set her traps, and used all the tips and tricks she had taught you when you were young.

Your favorite spot, however, was the small lake in the forest. It was in the middle of a river—its offshoot didn’t cross into the glade, and the running water was always fresh. It was cold in the summer, and warm in the winter; how it exactly managed that, you had no idea. But you had fond memories of it. It was the place where your mother had taught you how to swim. This was the only place where you would see her just sit down and relax, unworried and free.

It had been her spot.

And now, it was yours.

You sat down in the cool water, feeling it wash off the sweat you had accumulated on the voyage through the woods. You were still near the shallow enough edge where you could sit on the floor and the water would only reach up to your armpits. It was nice to let go for a bit.

You sat in the water for a good ten minutes before you wadded deeper into the lake, figuring it was time for you to forage for the underwater plants that people liked to buy off of you to put into soups. You would swim down into the lake, and swim through the thick plant filled bottom of the lake that curled up into the water like bushes. You would push around the rock covered floor to loosen the roots of the plants to get them to release. The leaves would float up to the surface, where you’d collect them later on when you felt you had collected enough.

This time, as you pushed around the large rocks among the dense plants, you felt something warm. You pulled your arm back, expecting to see a fish shoot out of the thicket from your disturbance, but instead, nothing. You were taken aback. You reached out your hand again to see if you would find some freshly dead animal laying in the plants, but when you pushed the plants aside to see, you instead found a large, warm stone.

But it was strange, it was in the shape of a human head.

You felt your eyes bulge out of your head, as you broke through the carpet of plants you had released into the water, immediately kicking to the surface of the lake. You tried to gulp down as much air as you could before you dove straight back into the lake, kicking back to the stone head. You immediately started to check if it looked like your mother, but it did not. It instead looked like a man. 

Was this some sort of preserved human? 

No, it couldn’t be. It was very much stone.

You circled around the head, pulling away more plants to uncover more stones if you could. You didn’t find any more human head-shaped stones, but you did realize that the stone head was much more than just a head. It was attached to a rock body. It was an entire statue that had been shoved into the lake.

You continued to try and uncover more of the statue between taking breaks where you swam up to the surface for more oxygen. And after about ten minutes you had uncovered the whole statue from under the rocks and plants.

You were surprised that you had never come across this before. This large stone statue that just laid at the bottom of the lake. You just stared at it, honestly, unsure what to do now.

That is until the statue began to rise. You swam back from the statue as it seemed to float up through the water to the lake’s surface, bobbing around with the water plants. How could this statue be so light that it was able to float?

You swam up after it, coming up beside it. You pushed it, testing how light it was, and just from your one light push, it began to drift to the dirt beside the lake where your clothes were. The statue continued to bob around in the shallow water until you dragged it across the pebbles to the dry land.

The statue was of a man with one hand coming up to press the backs of his knuckles underneath his chin. The other curled around his stomach. His lips were full and slightly open. His hair was loose against his forehead. His eyes scrunched together with an expression of pleasure. The statue was also very naked, which made the pose very… suggestive.

Uh…

You really did not know what to make of the statue.

Maybe this is just something that happens in the cursed forest? You find random statues? Statues that seemed like they were in the throes of passion?

But you doubted it. In all your years of coming into the forest, there really was not anything glaringly wrong about it.

It was just a regular forest. 

This was the first weird statue you came across.

Other than the fact that when people would venture into it, they’d never return, there was nothing really demonic about the woods.

Hmm.

You stood beside the statue, before you decided, you didn’t really care about it.

Like, what were you really supposed to do? Tell the other villagers? They wouldn’t care. They probably wouldn't even believe you. Or even if they did, they wouldn’t really have any plans of what to do with it either.

So, it was beyond your abilities to care about.

You left it lying by the shore and jumped back into the lake, going out to gather the plants that were floating around, waiting to be collected. You made quick work of it, gathering them all and bringing them to shore. You wrapped them in a cloth to absorb as much water as possible on them before slipping them into the basket with your other goodies.

You then turned to pull on your clothes, humming a little tune to yourself. And when you were all ready, you pulled on your cloak, picked up your basket, and began your trek back home, you were just about to reach the thickening of the trees—

That is until: “Hey! That’s not how this is supposed to go!”

You stopped in your tracks, your grip tightening on your basket.

Did that come from the… lake?

You slowly turned to the lake, and in between the trees you could make out… something.

Ah, this is the day you die isn’t it.

You thought to turn back around and try to make a break for it, but instead, you walked back to the lake, dropping your basket beside one of the trees.

If you were going to die, you were willing to accept it if it meant you’d be able to see your mother again.

When you made it back to the lake, you expected to see a demon or something of the like, but instead it was just the statue again.

But this time, it was standing up. Its arms fists at its hips with its lips frozen in a pout, as though it was mad at you. Its eyes were open this time as it glared at you.

Okay, magic statue it is then.

Was this statue the thing that killed all your family members before?

Well, you hoped it made it quick.

You walked up to it. Stopping just a step away from it. “Um, did you just speak to me? Like you, the statue?”

With a blink, the statue was in another pose, his palm pressed against its forehead, the other hand still against its waist. And without the statue’s mouth moving at all from its slight agape position, it said, “Yes, I did. Now, kiss.”

With another blink of your eye, the statue had once again changed its pose. Its arms were brought up behind his head, posing like a self-absorbed man trying to show off his arm muscles, as its hands pressed to the back of its head, out of sight. His eyes were closed once again.

You weren’t sure what to do. Were you meant to kiss this statue? You really did not want to. “I’m not going to kiss you. Forgive me.”

With another blink, the statue's eyes shot open. “WHAT?!” With another blink, the statue was right in front of you, nose to nose with you, as it bent slightly to glare directly into your eyes. Its arms were crossed over its chest, as it lamented once again, without moving its lips, “This isn’t how this is supposed to go! You’re supposed to kiss me!”

All you felt was annoyance. Was the statue going to kill you or not? You were getting a bit impatient having to deal with its dramatics. “Is that so? And why am I meant to kiss you?”

In less than a second its posture had changed again. Its arms were still crossed against his chest, but this time he wasn’t leaning into your face. Instead, he was standing upright with his head looking off to the right with a deep pout. “The others did!” He whined. “They said I had to win you over, so that’s what I’m trying to do, but you are not cooperating!”

“Who are they?” you asked, adopting his pose with your arms crossed against your chest.

“You know! My people! The ones who govern this forest and our respective lands. I come from the Kim clan, one of the many clans in the nation. I was meant to tell you this after you kissed me.” He remained pouting off to the side.

“So you come from a group of statues?”

He left out an affronted gasp. “Good Earth, no! This is obviously a facade that was meant to woo you! We’re obviously not a people of statues. How absurd of you to even imply that.”

“Then what are you then? And why do you need to “woo” me?”

He changed his position again, now sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, his head propped up on his hand. He looked frustrated. “I would have explained all that to you if you had kissed me like you were meant to. If you want to know, you shall present me with a kiss.”

You sat down in front of him. “That’s unfortunate as I am not going to kiss you.”

His mouth fell open in shock. “I told you, I’ll tell you once you kiss me!”

“Yes, I heard. And I am not going to kiss you,” you insisted, also resting your head on the palm of your hand.

“But that’s what we’re meant to do! The elders told me that I get to be the one from our clan to finally have our turn to get a L/n human as a spouse! They told me I’m meant to come up with a ceremony to sweep you off your feet, and then you’ll be mine! I was only supposed to explain everything else to you after you gave me your hand.”

The statue shot in front of you, now sitting up on his knees, with his hands on either side of your body, his face only a few centimeters from your face again. This time he had his lips all puckered up, with his eyes all scrunched up as if he was prepared for a kiss.

“Now give me a kiss,” he demanded. “And then I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Plus, I can take you back to my lands with me. Now. Kiss!”

“That all sounds well and good.” You leaned back from the insolent statue. “But I’m still not going to kiss you, especially not if it's part of some ceremony.”

The statue was on the ground in a blink of the eye. His knees bent to the sky, as he covered his eyes with his hands. His mouth downturned in a frown. “Why did I have to get the L/n that was the most stubborn of them all?” He seemed to ask no one in particular.

You let him wallow in his self-pity, instead picking at the grass surrounding the both of you. After a few minutes of silence, you asked him, “Has your tantrum completed yet?”

Like a child he said, “no.”

“Well then,” you stood up, brushing the dirt off of your rear, and pulled your hood over your head. “I’ll be off.” You turned and were back on your route, picking your basket up as you passed it.

“Wait!” Finally a man appeared before you, no longer a statue, but a human looking man. His chest was rising and dropping quickly as he held his arms up in front of you, keeping you in place. It was good to see him actually moving, and not just teleporting whenever your eyes closed, it was starting to strain your eyes. “Look, I’m in my true form now, will you just let me explain?”

“Alright, but I will not be kissing you.”

“Yeah, I got that part,” he mumbled, pushing his purplish-pink, wet hair back from his forehead. “Can we sit? And I’ll explain.”

“Could you put on some clothes first?”

He sighed, but in an instant he was dressed in an immaculate, translucent set of fabrics that seemed to shimmer in the early evening light. The clothing was unlike anything you’d seen before. They were in hues of blue and green that flowed loosely over his body as though they were waterfalls that sprouted and fell from his body.

You wondered if they were tangible or something he had just magicked up. You wondered if you were to grab at them, would you be able to feel them or would your fist come back empty.

He walked past you, back towards the lake with his clothes dragging behind him. He looked luxurious.

He went to a different edge of the lake, with giant boulders. He sat down on them, letting his legs soak in the water, his form slumped.

You followed after him, and also sat beside him, but instead of dipping into the water, you sat beside him cross-legged.

He twirled his feet around in the current. “I thought you’d like my entrance. I thought you’d want something romantic for the first meeting you had with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I was meant to win you over. You were mine to have, but it’s not that simple. We are not allowed to just steal you away, We need you to come willingly. We need you to fall for us.”

“We as in your people?”

“Yes, my people. We are known by many names to you humans: fairies, fae, elves, pixies, selkies, nagas, tricksters, incubi, demons, witches, immortals. We are shapeshifters, we have magick, we can come to humans however we please. It led to many folklore about us. Really, all those myths stem from our mating ceremonies.”

You waited for him to continue.

“We are only allowed to pick mates from one lineage. In every nation, there is only one family that we can take spouses from. It’s part of our laws, so we do not reveal ourselves to much more than we need to to humans. It also keeps our spouses from fighting amongst themselves, since most of them are on good terms with one another. It prevents clan wars.” He turned to look at you, his hair slightly drier than before.

You took a moment to take in his beauty. He was a handsome man, that you could not deny. You had never met a person with colourful hair like his, other than the one person in the glade with red hair. But this was so different from that. It looked like he’d dyed them with flowers like people did wool, something unnatural for people to have. You couldn’t help but wonder if that was his natural hair colour or if this was one of the perks of being a shapeshifter.

You hummed at him to keep going with his explanation.

“It was agreed upon centuries ago that it would be the L/n family that we would take partners from. As long as they had had time to have children to keep the family line going, we could take our pick of who we wanted. In return, your family got the ability to walk in our lands unharmed. Something that other humans would be… killed for trying to do.”

He eyed you to see what your reaction would be to him admitting to his people killing humans. He didn’t know how to feel when he saw no sympathy for the humans who had perished.

“It was my clan’s turn next to get a L/n, and of course, there was you. I had just turned twenty, and you had been twenty-one. I was entranced right away by you. I wanted to take you right away, after all, it was my birthright. But, the elders of the clans told me I had to wait. I had to wait for you to have a child, but how could I?!” He had turned right towards you, pulling your hands into his lap. “How could I let a human hold you close before I got the chance to? How could I let you raise children with a human, with someone other than me. I couldn’t bear it.”

He had pulled your hands to his chest. “But the clan leaders, Y/n, while they understood me—they had after all had to go through the same thing as I did before they got their L/n—but they told me I must wait. So I did. I waited even though it hurt me. I waited until you had a child so that I could finally take you away, but then it just wasn’t happening! You weren’t meeting people, you weren’t falling in love or having children! It had been five years, and it just wasn’t happening.”

He pulled one of your hands from his chest to come up and cradle his cheek in your hand. “So I spoke with the clan leaders, and they said I still couldn’t take you.” 

His arm came around your torso, pulling you against him. “So I decided, I was going to take you. Who are they to stop me from taking my spouse, my mate? Let them burn, I say. Who cares if the remaining clans will not have their own L/n spouses, I do not care. You are mine, and I refuse to wait any longer.” His other arm had come to the back of your head, bringing you closer to his face. “Kiss me, Y/n, and then I can claim you as mine.”

He tilted his head, flickering his eyes closed as he went to close the gap between the two of you, but you instantly put a finger up to his pursed mouth.

“Do you mean to tell me my mother is alive? She was taken by one of the other clans?” Your eyes were urgently digging into him.

The man pulled away slightly, his eyes opening back up slowly. “Well yes. All of your family members are alive in one way or another in our lands.” He could see the way your eyes hardened, he could imagine that you were worried for your mother’s state. “Once we take them, they become ours, Y/n. We tie them to our eternal life so they could be by our side as long as we shall live. We take good care of our spouses, that I can assure you. I’ve met her once before.” He cupped your face in his hands. “She is well, Y/n.”

You felt tears run down your face and onto his hands. “S-She’s alive?”

He nodded.

You collapsed against him in sobs, calling out for your mother. He rubbed your back, trying to calm you down the best that he could.

Fifteen years it had been since she’d disappeared—no, been taken from you.

Fifteen years.

It didn’t matter that she hadn’t come to see you in all those years, you could forgive her for that, but you wanted to see her now. You needed to see the only person who cared for you. You needed her.

You straightened up, wiping your tears away before grabbing onto the man. “Take me to her. I’ll do whatever you want, just take me to her.” You begged in a choked voice.

“I can only do that if you agree to be mine. Only if you kiss m—”

You pressed your lips against his.

For a second he didn’t move, just allowing you to ravage his lips. But once he realized what had happened, he immediately pulled you closer. He pulled you against him and kissed you back with as much fervor as you did. He felt jolts of electricity pass through his body as the vow between the two of you cemented in place.

You were his now.

And he was yours.

When the burning in your chest got too much, you pulled away from the magickal man. Just enough for you to breathe in some air.

He pressed a kiss against the corner of your mouth as you panted. “I suppose it is time for me to give you my name now that you are mine.”

He pressed a kiss to your jaw before he whispered into your neck, “I shall give you my name, as you gave me yours through the completion of the ceremony of the vow. I give you my name: Kim Seokjin.”

Reader won't even realize the gravity of him giving his name to you until they went back to his land and learned more about his people. He really meant the whole "I am yours, and you are mine" thing 😬

Just so you guys know, I wanted to write a bit more to explain why he decided to come to you as a statue, but then this was just already way too long, so I decided not to. Long story short: He was inspired by the Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatea, and he thought he may woo you (as that is part of the ceremony, he must win you over), by replicating that myth. He thought you'd fall head over heels for his handsome statue self, and you'd kiss him without him even having to ask! Obviously, he was a bit over confident lol.

Maybe at some point, I'll write that Jin explaining to his partner why he did what he did later on in the month or maybe afterwards. I just wanted to write him being all pouty as he explained his plan, but oh well lol.

Anyway, please reblog and comment, it makes my day and motivates me so much! Have a good night!

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[dilfs-bitch]

Again | Jake Sully

Pairing : Jake Sully x Recom female reader x Neytiri te Tskaha

Warnings: Mention of Kiri, Spider, Tuk, Loak and Neteyam, Tsu'tey and Moa't, mention of the recom unit, age gap, (reader in her early twenties, Jake in his late thirties, Neytiri in the mid-thirties) angst, secondary character death, injury, pregnancy, mates, smut suggestive content.

Word accont: 3k

Summarry: After you die, Jake never thought he’d see you again, but after fifteen years, the RDA brings " you " back.

Chapter one

Some events in the movie were modified to suit the chapter and sorry if there are grammatical errors english is not my first language

Jake's euphoric.

A soft smile adorns his lips as he wakes up with the soft chirping of Pandora’s diurnal creatures, he is hoping to feel the warmth radiating from your body, but instead he is brought back to reality.

His body is inert, is the tension that forms quickly on his shoulders, his heartbeat is agonizing when he realizes that him was left alone by you in the tree of voices after everything that happened, after everything you said to each other.

The remorse of his actions now weighs on his conscience, what was he thinking? Acting like an immature teenager having sex with another woman, blinded by an old feeling that should have remained deep in his heart because it makes him not even think he has a mate, a family, an important position within the omaticaya clan.

Jake is not even thinking about the consequences of his rash actions, it's the unhappy glare of Neytiri who took her hand to her mouth, silent tears welling up from her eyes upon she's realizing what happened when he returns the next morning to the clan alone, it's the confusing questions of his children about where he was and why their mother is suddenly so desperate as he just stands there letting her put out all her frustrations he himself has caused in recent months. And perhaps the greatest of its consequences is yet to come because it's only a matter of time until you take Quaritch to high camp and this time there is no more time to argue or to regret, him and the clan is more prepared than ever ready to die and kill

lf days, weeks pass and when it finally happens, it's not Quaritch and his recom unit that attacks directly, it's the consequences of the stubbornness of his youngest son who once again disobeys his order and goes to the battlefield, it's unbearable to try to fight against the feeling of fear that spreads in his body like a disease, what if when he gets to the battlefield it’s too late? Jake would not forgive himself if his mistake caused the death of one of his children, even though he's instinctively preparing for the worst when Lo'ak no longer responds through the throat comms and everything he can hear it's the gunfire, when he lands with his ikran along with Neytiri and Neteyam who insists on helping, but Jake cannot risk the safety of his another kid.

He won’t think twice about killing anyone who dares to put his family’s safety at risk, and that includes you.

It’s a kind of feeling that not even Jake doesn’t know how to control, it’s a mix of guilt, anger, betrayal, remorse, he didn’t care for fifteen years that what he experienced in side with Neytiri, the memories they created together, he didn't care about the bond that connect their souls forever, to at the end of it all be left alone to deal with his own choices and at the same time he almost feels compassion for himself.

The woman he always loved before him “alive” fifteen years later, saying she is in love with him too, and what should he do? Ignore all those feelings he couldn't forget for years, and that soul connection he always felt? At that moment, Jake was willing to pay the price, but now the consequences seem too high, would you be able to betray him, your feelings? Would you be able to put his children at risk for pure selfishness and revenge? No, it can’t be you’ve never been like this and no matter how hard him tries, Jake can’t accept that.

And he is unbearably relieved when upon seeing Lopez and Warren’s bodies dropped to the floor lifeless, Lo'ak and Kiri hiding against a fallen tree trunk and your body protectively protecting Tuk from the gunshots of Quaritch and Lyle’s weapons.

It is the sudden hormone of epinephrine that causes him to act in automatic mode, it's the shots, Neytiri’s straight arrow that hit Brown and Walker in the head, it's the loud and sudden sound of bullets fired from his gun against his sensitive ears hitting Praguer’s neck and Fike’s back, it's an unexpected emotion of surprise to see the hard and agile work between Neytiri and you to get the children out of the crossfire.

It's the fear triggered by Kiri's cry and seeing you put yourself in the crossfire once again to rescue Spider who seems unconscious, it's the despair that makes him instinctively hold his breath when he sees the bullet from Quaritch and Zdinarsk's gun cross your arm and pierce your thigh when your body tries to lower itself against a fallen log but Neytiri was there guiding you to a safer place.

It's when he's finally realizing that he would never be able to hurt you, even if he was blinded by hatred, even if said he would.

His body is inert is only his heart that beats at a much stronger frequency than usual when he's watching Moa’t treat the wounds of your body passed out in her hut while Neytiri is frustrated to hear what her mother has just said, although he is more concerned, ecstatic, happy to know the news of a new child and what Ewya destined to him.

All life is a blessing to Eywa, and Jake would never dare to say the opposite of his children that's growing up in your womb.

“ Ma sa'nok, Why? Why should we mate with another? A demon who brought so much disgrace to our people! “ Neytiri hissed at the Tsahìk.

Mo'at looked at her angrily, she didn’t teach her daughter any less? “ Must be done, Eywa has spoken “

Neytiri did not understand, she and Jake were happy together, before you, she did not need someone else to ruin what was no longer so good. She turned to her husband, who was sitting on the woven mat near your body, urging him to give an opinion on the matter, although she almost knew what he would say.

“ The great mother did it for a reason that I do not know why, but I’m not against her will. “ Neytiri’s ears sharpened, and she hisses at her husband. ' Won’t go against ? '

His mate continued to talk to her mother, and her it's almost forced to the understanding that one cannot go against the will of the great mother because what she gives, she takes away.

Ewya gave you back to him, gave a kid, a mate to him and Neytiri is not up to her to disregard the wishes of the great mother, so she accepts.

Now with the latest events, he decides to leave, it's a difficult decision, but Jake understands that he has to leave Omatycaia, leave his home, his people, give up his title of Olo'eyktan, take Neytiri and his children away from everything what do they know because he needs to keep your family safe, keep you and the baby safe from Quaritch, from the Recom, from the sky people because they won't stop until you're both dead.

A few days pass until the symbolic ceremony for Tsu'tey to “ kill ” him by scratching him with a knife to transfer leadership, the clan omatycaia would be fine with a leader like him, so they leave for Awa'atlu, a village of the Metkayina clan that Moa’t told him in search of uturo and the journey across the seas is exhausting, It is difficult to adapt that's suddenly forced not only for their children that requires knowing why suddenly you accompany them, and he omits some details while trying exhaustively along with his mate explain that now you are also part of the family because now you are their mate chosen by Ewya.

It was an eight-hour flight including two stops to the reef, Jake didn’t know what to expect from the Metkayina clan, if they were kind and willing to welcome him and his mates and their children, and he is more than grateful to the great mother who guided him during this journey and that the clan leaders allow him to stay, he is aware that it's a new and difficult restart, it would be challenging to be in a way in a new environment forgetting his forest teachings to replace by the water path, but they will overcome that.

At first, Neytiri had not yet completely accepted the fate that was forced on, and neither did you.

The communication was just the basics, but it almost becomes frequent the way she's petting your belly every day, thanking Ewya for the baby that's growing healthy, and Jake almost feels tempted to interfere when you didn’t seem to try so hard, though he knew your way was more subtle, so subtle that it becomes almost imperceptible but there you are advising their children to spare her the trouble of doing it almost daily considering how many confusions Lo'ak gets into and this creates a kind of bond over the months in Metkayina, so strong that Tuk calls you Sa'nu not unlike Spider who is glued to your hip since omatycaia.

Life is going well, though Jake begins to feel left out when your relationship with Neytiri seems to progress, it becomes so frequent the smiles and conversations in the marui pods, his heart is so warm to watch for the first time his first mate teaching you to weave a tewng for the baby who has not yet born .

It's if everything was the way it has to be.

But he is brought back to harsh reality every time it’s just the two of you in the marui pods, and you seem tense with his presence, embarrassed, almost annoyed every time he tries to start a conversation and a shock of perception hits him.

Your opinion was never heard, you were just forced to leave everything behind and start a new life in another clan, accept this fate that was given to you by Ewya to have two mate without even a chance to argue, for Jake you’re on the edge of impatience, and it’s only a matter of time until you lose the ability to reason and your anger is directed directly at him and Jake doesn’t know how to avoid it because you don’t listen to him, you do not give him a chance to explain himself and for his luck it's Neytiri who approaches you about it.

“ I know it must be hard for you” She smiles, holding your hand against hers” But Ewya has a role for all of us and her will cannot be ignored “

Since a young age you understood that sometimes in life there are no choices and in Pandora would not be different, but the problem is the guilt that consumes you for your rash actions to get involved with a man who has a family, and now it has put you in this situation more than strange between the woman in front of you that you like so much and the man that you’re in love with, although you’re aware that it’s Jake that’s being left out by you in this adjustment that gets better every day.

Your jaw tightens, your ears flattened in shame. ” I know, but sometimes I can’t help but blame myself for interfering with what you two had before and that got us into this mate thing "

The next look of her reveals how uncomfortable she gets with what you just said, Neytiri can not deny how hurt she was to learn that her Jake was able to relate to another woman besides her, but from the moment you were surrounded by the atokirina seeds it was Ewya’s plans to prevent later her children and the rest of the clan from suffering the hatred of Quaritch and the sky people.

“ Don’t say that, from the beginning was the plans of Ewya Ma' Y/n “

Although Neytiri had tried to resist at first in accepting her fate, little by little she got used to your presence, it is lovely the way you treat her so kindly, always hearing her so interested in the history of her clan, and a new feeling that grows in her heart usually reserved only for her mate, but now she is so in love with you too.

She now perfectly understands Ewya’s plans because it's such an intense happiness that blooms within her with the latest happenings, she never thought she needed another mate, but now Neytiri swears she can no longer live without your presence, though for her happiness to be complete she needs you to understand that the great mother’s plan isn’t just she’s and Jake, and she’s and you, it's the three of you together as mates, she needs you to understand that there’s no reason to blame what happened.

Standing up, she reached out her four-finger hand, and you took it, mirroring her actions, she watches you, waiting for any sign of hesitation before stepping out of your shared marui pods.

Your feet ran hurriedly against the soft sand toward that part of the sea that and farthest from the village, were only the sounds of the calm waves, noises of oceanic creatures. Your heart that beat against your rib cage increasingly stronger each time you saw yourself closer to the place that Jake usually stays when he wants to be alone.

It was already dark, but it was possible to see his figure by the luminescence of his own skin that was sitting looking at the horizon, perhaps so distracted that he doesn't even notice that you two are approaching, and he only realizes that he is no longer alone when Neytiri kneels down sitting and the palm of her hand rests softly against his shoulder, he turns to face her who smiles nodding in the direction you are standing awkwardly and Jake hesitantly extends his large hand to you which you have take sitting kneeling in front of him and beside her.

“ Ewya destined us as mates…the three” Neytiri starts holding your hand and Jake’s” There’s no more reason to feel guilty, the will of the great mother is that we become just one “

Your ears flattened against your head, you nodded understanding what she was saying, the bond of tsaheylu was something you had already done before when you claimed your ikran, but it was not an erotic bond. It was just like a different mind control as it seems to interweave your kuru with your partner’s, you are confused about how it works, In the months that passed in omatycaia no one dared to explain how it works when choosing a mate and this time it is Jake who decides to explain seeing the look so confused in face.

“ It's a ritual of union, like a marriage but a powerful bond that binds two souls for life” Jake's hand goes up to the back of his head bringing his braid over his shoulder, lifting to you” As me and Neytiri did”

Your hand goes instinctively against the back of your neck, bringing your neural queue under your shoulder and lifting it so close to Jake's that the thin, pink strands spurt ready to connect and when Neytiri finally reaches her and all the three of them meet intertwine, pupils immediately dilate, their foreheads resting against each other, breathing unevenly as if they've run a mile.

But it's just the state of body consciousness now united accessing each other's emotional sensations, Jake and Neytiri had already experienced tsaheylu's sensation before when being mated but now it's so intense, so raw it's a whirlwind of feelings of the for life bond forming, it all feels so intense that's hard to focus on just one, but it's like you can feel exactly what each one of them feels, Jake's sadness, the need he feels not only for you but also for Neytiri, the happiness with the last events, the love he has felt for you and his mate all these years, the fear of Neytiri, the anger, the suffering, a mix of need and happiness since he arrived in Awa'atlu, the love she feels for Jake, the strong feeling she has for you that makes you smile, it's everything so new, so intense, so erotic.

And you’re not the only one who feels that way, because Jake’s hands immediately cupping your face as he leans his lips against yours, it's soft just to remind your body of what’s to come. His chest beating frantically as feels your hand resting against his muscular thighs and he gasps softly.

You kiss him with so much passion, hungry to deepen the kiss but is slow almost desperate with the time you two miss it that soon the kiss becomes sloppy, teeth pounding making noise with the impact and you two chuckle and Jake almost moans to feel your tongue slide against his. Your tail curling Neytiri’s leg when you break the kiss and Jake’s hand instantly goes against the beck of her neck pulling her close to kissing her so intensely that Neytiri tries to pull away, only for his five fingers hand on her neck to keep her in place, unable to have enough.

When it becomes difficult to breathe, he finally lowers the kisses to her jaw, neck sucking the exposed skin, and she whines with pleasure, leaning towards you who kisses her.

It's slow, full of need, and you moan at the feel of her tongue sliding over yours, and it catches Jake's attention, the sight before him of the two women he loves so much is enough to form a growing erection beneath his loincloth, and he's tempted to just fuck you both right there but now that tsaheylu has been formed he can't, although he thinks he can't control himself for too long.

 “ Tìyawn ” He says, smiling when your ears tremble, and you break the kiss immediately, gaze at him. ” We need to mate before Ewya, at a sacred site ”

When you nod, he just stands up, extending a hand to you and Neytiri, who takes it as he leads the way to the Cove of the Ancestors.

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[bonefall]

can you tell us more about bb!shadowstar? I really liked her in dotc but I think that was because I read it years ago and my brain has ignored canon and made her my blorbo since then lmao

also dotc autocorrected to ditch and I think that’s where it belongs

She gets done SO dirty in canon OH my god.

BB!Shadowstar is a pious, quiet person who cares first and foremost about what's most beneficial to her cats, and her cats alone.

The Shadow Family is descended from Broken Shadow, who famously adopted The Tyrant and ruled by her side through the destruction of the Kinships.

With the lake poisoned and the ancient forest cut bald, it laid a curse on the family. All Shadow cats are born with pure black pelts. If they come without one, they are dead before their first moon.

Tall Shadow has lived her whole life with the curse of tyranny in mind. It defines her. She is both ambitious, and wants to rule through respect.

She cares immensely about the will of the Stars, and listens when they send a sign... though, she can still be guilty of interpreting their omens in a way that benefits her people.

She speaks with a LOT of "we" statements.

When Jagged Peak broke his leg and it didn't heal, it wasn't her idea to exile him. It was Clear Sky.

She didn't know how to feel about it, necessarily... it struck her as wrong, but he phrased it as fairness. "A cat who does not contribute cannot take. We can't make exceptions. He was broken for a reason."

When only Bright Storm returned, carrying a little kitten with a leg missing in the same spot Jagged Peak broke his, her stomach twisted in horror.

She was convinced, instantly, that Gray Wing had crafted that child. Xey had sent them a sign; what they'd done was cruel and unforgivable.

The first child of the forest, an echo of the first cat who died here.

From that day on, everything she did would be for the health and safety of ALL her cats. She would spend the rest of her life atoning for what she allowed to happen to Jagged Peak.

After a fight with Clear Sky because he rejected his child, Tall Shadow broke off her supporters. They didn't go to the Marsh at first, that happened slowly.

Their first camp was at Snakerocks, in the cave the dogs hid in many generations later. There's ochre drawings from them deep inside.

Her kindness only extended to her own cats, however. While she allowed Turtle Heart to bring Bumble to the group, she was clear that it was only on her vouch.

If Bumble couldn't learn to hunt then she would not be allowed to take. Clear Sky had still left a mark on her, and the whole Clan.

This wasn't a cruelty of herself alone; this was the agreement that the Clan had come to.

So when Turtle Heart died, they sent Bumble away. Thunder Storm returned from his time with Clear Sky. The rest is history.

But, when Thunder Storm and his cats came to ask for Bumble's kittens, Tall Shadow asked how she could know if they could care for them?

Part of her was legitimately concerned, and this was the part she put foward. Another part of her realized that the budding group could benefit her somehow.

She's not completely selfless, nor is she totally heartless. She's more influenced by Clear Sky's mindset than she realizes, but can take a stand when she feels it goes too far. Tall Shadow isn't above using people as chips to bargain, but stops short of putting them in danger.

Of all the leaders, she tends to play the most safe. Even Riverstar will stick his neck out for his ally Thunderstar on occasion, but Shadowstar needs to see something that could threaten her before making a move.

#better bones au #BB!DOTC #BB!shadowstar

[iwantjaketosullyme]

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭

➺ pairing: aged up!neteyam x omatikaya!reader (angst) ➺ summary: 'and i say your name in hopes you'll hear it in the stars' (w/c: 1.7k) ➺ warnings: death, grieving, hurt (not rlly any comfort), reader is a lil unhinged?? a/n: loosely inspired by mitski's 'carry me out' so go listen to that, cry a lil bit then come back nd cry some more :( kind of a long drabble, na'vi dictionary at the end !!

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

Every night, you return to the rock on which he died.

His rock. It is where you feel closest to him. Everybody else seems to find solace in the fleeting moments spent with a version of him at Ranteng Utralti, where he is Neteyam and simultaneously, not Neteyam. A cruel merging of both his pure spirit, innocent to his own death and an extension of your memories of him.

You, on the other hand, are too preoccupied with lamenting over the new memories with him that cannot be made – there were parts of Neteyam you were yet to discover, parts of him even he was yet to discover. You mourn not only what once was, but also what never was and never will be.

For Kiri, he is the protective pseudo-twin that effortlessly intimidates the skxawng that dared to tease her for her extra finger, by virtue of the squaring of his shoulders and the furrow of his brow. The white knight she never asked for, but would always appreciate.

For Lo’ak, he is the all-encompassing security of the known world made flesh and bone. A constant. Constant companion, constant rival, constant scapegoat. As a young boy he pinned all his hopes and dreams on Neteyam, nearly idolising his brother, the mighty warrior.

As he grew in both stature and teenage angst, he began to pin his anger at the world that did not understand him and refused to accept him onto Neteyam too.

As he watched the body of his brother sink to the bottom of the ocean floor, the innermost part of him whispered that all that he had pinned over the years grew and grew until it was what tied the metaphorical rock to Neteyam’s ankle, ensuring his fate below the sea’s surface and amongst the ancestors.

Even Kiri, the resident empath, does not understand when you admit your aversion to visiting him at the spirit tree. That version of him is ever close, but ever out of your reach. What she does understand, is when you confide in her that you think the sea yearns for the sky as you do for your yawne.

When the roaring waves crashing against one another almost make it look as if the sea has grown limbs, extending its appendages in an effort to grasp at the elusive sky. Equally near as it is far.

It is here, on this solid rock that you make your peace with the truth. Cold, hard and unmoving, like this rock. You lay in the same position as the last version of him you came to know; a young man stripped of his cognizance, relieved of his typical reservations and nobility, finally expressing his heart’s desire. To go home. 

Moved by raw emotion, you compress the length of your form against the boulder, rough surface digging into your back the same way it would have pressed into his – you long to feel his pain. You stretch your arms out beside you, feel the grooves formed by an unknown number of years of erosion. Erosion caused by the sea. The sea gives, and the sea takes.

Each night, you slip away from the communal meal, running from the sympathetic looks of concerned clan members, or the softly – but firmly – spoken sage words of wisdom from Neytiri intended to comfort you. But only you know what comforts you best. 

Each night, you run your palms over the jagged edges of his rock and find a new crater within it that you had not noticed before. With each new trace of the same surface you remind yourself of the events of that night, explore another possibility of how it could have ended, what you could have done differently.

It was on that night that you learnt of the cruelty within the Great Mother’s just nature. Of course, you would never dare to question her, for you knew of the love she held for each and every one of her children. This would not, however, fill the gaping hole in your heart that Neteyam had made his place of permanent residence.

It would not remedy the odd lightness you felt on your right shoulder in the dead of night, your body yearning for the familiar weight of his weary head as he finally rests after a long day of protecting everyone but himself. Whispers his grievances into the crook of your neck, secrets he could never fathom telling anyone else. Eternally the saviour with no complaints.

It has been a little over four weeks since you lost your life’s love to the waters around you, and thus the customary mourning period has come to an end. With your knowledge of this comes the realisation that you can no longer grieve your loss so openly anymore; up until this point you had been merely going through the motions of your daily duties. Physically present, but neither mentally nor emotionally – behaviour most unlike you. 

Like most in the Omatikaya clan, you were not left unscarred by the Sky People’s greed, be it from the events of the Great War nearly two decades ago, or their recent resurgence in the forest, and so grief was not an entirely alien concept.

With a community of people as close as yours is, was (you must remind yourself that you are no longer a tsmuke of the Omatikaya but of the Metkayina now), it was near enough impossible not to have lost a loved one. You had come to understand that there was no one way of grieving.

That did not, however, prepare you for what you feel currently. Your previous battles with grief had caused a hot anger to sear through your being, fuelling your hatred for the tawtute impostors and renewing your thirst for vengeance. You had cried, dried your tears and ploughed on. This time could not have been any more different for you. This time, yours was a fossilised kind of sadness.

No matter how understanding the Sullys are of your shared grief, with every interaction you have with them you feel obliged to remove the dark veil of your heavy countenance for their sake. Sometimes, when your sense of hurt pushes your thoughts to be more callous than empathetic, you wonder why exactly everybody else is able to move on but you cannot. 

Is it because Jake and Neytiri still have three other children to nurture and watch flourish? Because Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk will still have each other? Neteyam was, is still your one and only. As the man intended to be your mate, he was the sole reason why you had even relocated to Awa’atlu with the Sully family. Without him you do not yet know quite how to live.

When your thoughts are more rational and the fog of despair lifts momentarily, you can see the way it still affects them. You hear it every time Neytiri speaks, a gravity present in her voice that was not before – an echo of the keening wail of a newly bereft mother.

You see it in the quiet, steely glint of determination in Jake’s gaze when he has his secret meetings with Tonowari. Where Lo’ak’s nonchalant nature would previously have meant he skives from training in favour of a deep sea swim with Payakan, now he is always first to arrive at the section of the shoreline dedicated to training and last to leave. You know, undoubtedly, another war is coming. 

Until then, you will cling to the sanctuary that this rock offers you. Here, you are free to bear the burden of your grief without shame. Carry the weight of it, feel its pressure, let it mould you into a misshapen form no different to the rock you lay on, hunched shoulders and weary back. As you lay back, you allow the gentle waves to lap over you. 

You cannot help but wonder what Neteyam must have been thinking when he was laid out here. Did he know that he would be leaving you like this? A small part of you hopes that the coaxing tide will drag you out to sea, beyond the reef, down, down, down into your watery grave so that your body can finally rest, surrounded by the sea anemones. Surrounded by Neteyam.

Gazing up into the night, you give your thoughts the freedom to take shape; twist and turn as they so wish. You imagine them being made physical before your eyes that are glazed over with unshed tears. You will them to float skywards, beyond the cover of night, up, up, up above the ether to reach the stars that hold your beloved. Silent prayers to the still night’s sky.

A small rock pierces the atmosphere, crossing the sky’s black canvas with speed swifter than a palulukan in pursuit and velocity greater than an ikran flying into battle. Lost in thought, you nearly miss the sight of the shooting star, white hot rock cutting through an obsidian sky. An auspicious symbol. 

In your eager attempt not to lose sight of it you sit up abruptly, nearly keeling over as you stretch your neck to gaze up towards the sky. You manage to keep it in your visage, panic rising when it crosses over into your peripheral. Wasting no time, you crawl over, scurrying on all fours to the other end of the rock, from which it is perfectly in your eyeline. 

Incensed, your arms that are now grazed by the harsh edges of rock stretch out towards the star until you can feel a dull ache in the joint that connects it to your torso. Entire body extended, you open your palms wide to their full span, clutching at the fiery rock before clamping your fingers so tightly together, you can feel the skin pulling tautly over bone.

The gesture is a physical confirmation of your understanding of this phenomenon ordained by Eywa, a promise to her that you will listen. A promise to Neteyam that you will live.

You strengthen your grip on this promise and tuck it away in your heart, in the space that Neteyam used to reside in. Rolling over, you ground yourself, leaning your back against the rock. His rock. He was your rock.

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

na’vi dictionary

ranteng utralti - the spirit tree // skxawng - idiot // yawne - beloved // tsmuke - sister // tawtute - sky person, sky people // palulukan - thanator // ikran - banshee

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[breakfastteatime]

Shy. Nervous. Respectful. Those are the emotions radiating from Cal as he looks around his and Jaro's shared quarters. Jaro had time to move what few personal belongings he had in before collecting Cal from his (now former) clan, and he is curious to know what the little one thinks of it all.

Or, to be more accurate, he wonders what each object could tell him.

Ah. That may be part of the reason for the nerves. Although Jaro is quite certain nothing in here could cause any kind of emotional upset. However, that is not for him to judge. He is not the one gifted with psychometry after all.

"Do you sense anything alarming here?" he asks Cal.

Cal shakes his head. "There are lots of echoes though."

"Is there something you want to know more about?" Jaro is aware that Cal has been taught to rein in his curiosity where possible. They will need to find their own balance with his psychometry, especially within their own living space. "What's mine is yours, Padawan. You need not be afraid."

"It's, uh, it's not in here," Cal says. "I think it's in the 'fresher. It's kinda loud."

Most unexpected. Jaro feels an eyebrow twitch as he allows Cal to go on ahead of him. In the refresher, Cal points to an item so tiny, Jaro has to lean in to see what it is.

Of course. Master Yaddle's comb. She'd give it to him years ago, not to use (his hands are far too large) but as a reminder that she had used it to maintain his Padawan braid whenever she needed to add new markers of his successes and achievements... or whenever it simply grew out or became tangled and messy. Jaro had placed it in here for Cal to use, not thinking that Cal would be able to read its past.

"You can pick it up if you'd like," Jaro says. He crouches down to Cal's level, scoops up the comb, and holds it out to him. "I left it here for you to use, but of course I did not pause to consider the echo it may have left in the Force. It belonged to my master, long ago, and she gave it to me after I was knighted and made me promise to give it to the first Padawan I had whose hands were small enough to use it."

Cal giggles as Jaro waggles his fingers. He reaches out and plucks the comb from Jaro's palm. His gaze goes distant as the Force speaks to Cal in a language Jaro cannot understand. Honestly, he cannot even perceive what it is Cal does, only that his connection to the Force is strong and deep, albeit following a different path to the one Jaro's takes. He watches, fascinated, as Cal breaks out into a smile and laughs, returning from the past in amazement. "You were so much bigger than Master Yaddle she had to stand on a stool to reach your head even when you sat down!" he cries out in delight, both hands clutching the comb. "She really liked styling your hair. It was like meditating to her. She hummed while she worked."

"Indeed she did." Jaro had almost forgotten about that.

Cal looks up at him. "You still braid all your hair the way she used to."

"Master Yaddle was wise in all that she did."

"She... she's gone, isn't she?" Cal asks, head dipping, foot scuffing the refresher's tiled floor.

"She is, Cal."

"I'm sorry, Master."

"I know, and I do miss her, however she is one with the Force now, and I take great comfort in that." Jaro can tell Cal isn't entirely sure what that means. A lesson for another day when he is a little older, perhaps. "I will certainly share more stories about her, however, I am sure she would be very happy to know I have kept my promise and given her comb to one who can use it."

"Me?" Cal asks.

"Yes, Padawan, you."

Cal holds the comb tight. "Thanks, Master. I promise I'll look after it!"

#star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #cal kestis #jaro tapal #i am in a mood #a mood for BABY CAL and BIG OL MASTER TAPAL #master yaddle #we hardly knew ye

[nanistar]

may i ask why you hate mapleshade? like is it more of a fandom thing/author thing or do you just not like her character? sorry if thats a weird question lol

i think the idea behind her character is cool but the erins are the erins and they fucked it up imo. also the way the fandom treats any discussion about her and other characters in her book is so annoying i cannot stand going into the mapleshade tag on tumblr

which is a shame cause like i said, i really like the concept of her character and i feel like it had alot of potentional

not a weird question, i get it. i gotta start by saying i have no ill will against people who like mapleshade or even like the points i'm about to say. btw! sorry this is long i got really into it

starting chronologically (according to canon, not publication)(publication order is: all ivypool darkforest books (2011 and prev) crookeds promise (2011), great battle (last hope 2012, she permadies here) and maples vengeance (2015)

i actually really liked mapleshade's vengeance, all things considered. it comes last in the mapleshade storyline according to publication date, and up until then we really didn't know much about her, and i believe this is where she gets a personality other than "random DF lady" and "rude ghost villain". the erins are not good writers by any means, but i felt that mapleshade's internal monologue and the way she saw the world was genuinely pretty decent. they portrayed her as obsessive and manipulative and as an unreliable narrator. it was one of the first books i read upon returning to the fandom in 2018 and it was a thrill to read, because i hadn't been spoiled on it.

the erins have a habit of writing surprise/accidental pregnancies as plot points, which has the implication of like… flings/one night stands. it's best not to think about it. it's pretty obvious upfront that appledusk is not as in to her as she is in to him, but she doesn't see it. she talks about him in her narrations as a sweet and loving man and talks about their family and future together, but when we the readers finally see him, he's calloused and doesn't really care about her. i think she even sees him with reedshine at a gathering and gets mad before she thinks "oh he's just doing that so no one gets suspicious" (not quoting or anything, i havent read the novel since 2018) girl. their relationship was obviously just a fling to him, but to her they were in love. i liked the way this was written as opposed to all the other times in warriors weve seen a man have a hissy fit because a girl rejected him. (ashfur is the glaring example but also crowfeather, brambleclaw) her denial and refusal to accept what she was seeing (that she was the side piece) was the interesting part.

she has her children and then ravenwing spills the beans. why on earth would he do that? why would it benefit the clan or anyone? from a logistical standpoint, thunderclan lost 3 potential new warriors and mapleshade never implied she was going to riverclan. anyway, he didn't even have proof. he just assumed. i think he rightfully got what was coming for him, since if he would have kept his mouth shut, 7 cats including himself wouldn't have died. sorry mini rant i don't like him. anyway we know the rest of the story. kits die, maple kills ravenwing for telling her secret, she kills frecklewish for not helping (no, she couldn't have jumped in to save the kits without probably dying herself but she COULD have stood up for maple in thunderclan, and she was upstream so she could have yelled out and warned maple of the flood but im NOT getting into that and i dont care) and then she goes to kill reedshine but kills appledusk instead. did he deserve it? he was kinda a dick but mapleshade was like stalker-obsessed with him (i think she uses the phrase "my appledusk" in her narration but i might be wrong) after what was ostensibly a one night stand. perchpaw wounds mapleshade to the point where once she flees the scene, she dies of blood loss. cool

the story of a mothers love (and a mother's loss) is an age-old tale. in a franchise where all female characters are doomed to become boring cookie-cutter mothers, this loss and violent rage was awesome.

everyone told me to read crookedstar's promise, because it was the best super edition. i.. do not agree with that. tbh i thought it was long and boring and went nowhere. crookedstar suffered many tragedies in his life, and he lost everyone he loved, and then the book suddenly ends with him going "im ok (:" and dying. (i was reading a pdf and not a physical copy so it was VERY abrupt for me. i legit sat there like.. so that's it? i read 500+ pages for that?) i can't really blame mapleshade for this (since shes not real) but it does factor in. her idea of revenge against appledusk was to torture an injured baby? who then grew up and had no idea who the fuck appledusk was? why not raise him and give him the love he craved so that when the time came, he would be more likely to do her bidding?? her motives here make no sense. not super important. anyway.

and then she's seen occasionally in the dark forest and she tries to drown ivypaw for no reason once. idk she was obviously just a background character in these scenes (since they came first) but the fans saw a female in the dark forest and were like. thank god a woman. can you blame them. then the erins built her up from that.

anyway mapleshade has this generations long story of manipulating younger cats, and a POV book where she's obviously obsessive, controlling, stalkerish and chooses brutally uncommon violence as a way to get back at those who wrong her. (she unburies ravenwing's body so crows can eat it, and she uses adders to kill frecklewish, despite the fact the snakes could easily go for her.) she puts HERSELF in danger to do these things because she's impulsive, she justifies all her actions to herself by saying its revenge for her children and in the end, she pushes the last remnants of the kittens she thinks she's fighting for away. this is a cool story about a woman who's pushed to the edge and takes everyone down with her. for ONCE its not a man with deadwifepain.

and what does the fandom do

they girlbossify her. they fight over if she's in the wrong or not (she is. she killed people.) they take everything about her that made her compelling and turn her into "grr my husband cheated on me and me kids are dead. sad." she gets turned into the most basic, boring, cookie cutter "evil" lady. she kills people for fun and not because she had a reason to or a goal (in her mind). she suffers the most tragic kind of loss that there is and gets no time to grieve before she is run out of her home, and her reaction to this is pure RAGE, and the fandom turns her into this boring, slay QUEEN!!! (not the pregnant cat kind), always been evil, always been hardcore, ~So CrAzY~, "my eyeliner is sharp to stab men" girlboss. where's the nuance. where's the passion!!? she's a miserable, impulsive, manipulating failure. she blames others for her mistakes and bad judgment and punishes others for her shortfallings. she can't be vulnerable and broken, she can only cry because dead kids and then kill evil husband and evil husbands wife. she's even sometimes portrayed as like "boss" of the dark forest, wrangling all the men. barf.

so to answer your question, it's the general fandom* portrayal that i hate, but i honestly wouldn't trust the erins with her at this point. (the erins are influenced by their fans, for example (old person voice) back in my day, firestar and scourge being brothers was just a fan theory.) i'm glad they permakilled her in the great battle so they cant bring her back to ruin anything. actually thinking about her to write this out and reflect on why i don't like her made me sympathize for her. i like text mapleshade with a little bit of fanon sprinkled in for flavor.

and hey. usually when the fandom adopts a character, they're right. the fandom likes to get really in to random bg/side characters and give them lives they would never have in canon. but sadly (or not, depending on your opinion), when those get popular and breach containment, they spread everywhere and suddenly people think this IS canon. look at how many of us thought that brambleclaw killed hawkfrost directly after he killed hollyleaf, because that was the easy way to portray the great battle in MAPs, only to have someone point out, years after this has become the common sequence of events, that brambleclaw actually hunts him down, brings him back to camp, and then murders him POW style!!!

*btw. im in no way saying that all mapleshade-based projects or aus or whatever are bad, even if she is sexy girlboss in them. some of my favorite maps portray her like that.

anyway. TLDR:

everyone say "i'm sorry mapleshade"

#mapleshade #sorry this is long and if i got facts incorrect i dont really care #apologize to mapleshade for what weve done

[lepus-littlebear]

(Analysis?) Summoner(MC) returning to home-world

“We’ll help you return to your home world……or not?”

The ArTw boys and their views about sending Summoner back home analysis(?). It's more like a rant but here we go.

Disclaimer, i wrote this at 1 in the morning so i may have left out more things i got to say and i’ll probably add them later but have this for now-

SPOILER ALERT

·̩̩̥͙＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚　　˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊·̩̩̥͙

I’ll use Summoner’s canon official name here- “Lee Dam”/”Dam(i)”(first name) bc it’s convenient ✩

So as far as we've established, Lee Dam is from Mid-Eartheim or at least that’s what people around her conclude. Later in the story, they even suspect that Dami is not from another world at all.

But here, we’ll go with our main boys’ perspective.

When it comes to sending Lee Dam home, the boys seem to have separate opinions.

🐑Arcturus above all seems to be very keen and persistent in Dami returning back to her world. He’s the first one of the boys to promise her a safe return home and not only that, he’s the only one who keeps on insisting on this promise for the first few chapters of the story to the point where he’s the only sorcerer with a voice line in home screen who once again promises her to find her way back and asking her to trust him.

I, at first was like yeah Arcky being helpful lil bean like he is but is he really? That’s what I thought after progressing throughout the story. Arcky looks like one of the purest guy ever but later as we move on in main story, he seems somewhat shady. My theory is that he is hiding the fact that he knows or even better remembers something that others don’t.

Y’know the Void organization thing going on? I suspect Arcky of having something to do with The Void. But when there’s discussion of Void, he says that he’s been curious about it and has no idea what it is. Although I would like to believe him, I have this teeny tiny feeling he’s pretending OR he forgot and remembers only fragments of those memories related to Void.

In a library scene,  he clearly sighs and seems relieved after he says that info about Void is top secret.

Further on, when things are still tense and even Schedar orders that Dami should be guarded even more than before, the always over-worrying Arcky is careless and invites Dami over to grab snacks outside knowing full well he is supposed to be extra careful. And he doesn’t even sense that someone is following them at all? This seems far too careless even for someone as clumsy as Arcky.

Vega even reminds Arcky later on about this mistake and states the duo was being followed. That he should’ve consulted with others before doing anything. Vega requested for an urgent summon by Dami’s side and his voice in the call seems to be audibly restless hinting it was no small matter.

Maybe Arcky just absent-mindedly did that or maybe he didn’t.

I cannot be sure here but Arcky in my opinion seems to have a motive other than being simply helpful to Lee Dam find her way back. He’s more consistent about this matter than anyone, almost as if he thinks she needs to go back. She shouldn’t be here.

Again, i’m not sure but we’ll see how it plays out. But one thing I’m certain is that he doesn’t truly wish for Dami to get hurt or at least that’s what I like to believe. He cares for her genuinely.

♊Pollux is a confusing one for me. He seems kinda neutral on the matter. But my conclusion is that he doesn’t like the thought of Dami returning back. Despite saying “i don’t make friends easily” in their first meeting, Pollux actually is the one who initiates their friendship. Saving a seat for her, texting her lecture materials, helping her out, etc. He even grows protective of her later on and continuously suspects Sirius, his clan fellow when it comes to Dami.

But hey, nobody rlly trusts Sirius so understandable. And with this growing closeness, Pollux would rather not part with Lee Dam but i feel like if he’s told it’s for her safety & well-being, he would let her go for her good.(cue some crying and stubbornness)

🐨🐺Listen I may sound crazy but in this matter Alpheratz and Sirius are quite similar. In one side, there’s Alpheratz continuously suggesting Lee Dam to not get herself involved in all of this, and on another, we have Sirius always warning Dami to not see, respond, or hear to the entity appearing in her consciousness time and again. Although both have not clearly revealed their say on our summoner’s return to mid-eartheim, I feel that they think it’s better to leave and go back to her normal world. A world where she won’t have to worry about being targeted every 5 seconds.

Alpharetz indirectly expressing that he would rather she return to her world by always insisting Lee Dam to not tag along with the guides to their dangerous trips and his affection level going up when Dami chooses to stay behind.

Sirius closing her eyes and ears every time it feels like Dami is again in contact with the giant eye and the entity, and warning her to not come to the tower when she does. Him texting her that he prays she leaves before matters get worse.

Sirius is confusing, he involves her and initiates danger but still protects her and says he would rather like it if she isn’t included in all that chaos. BUT after reading floor 11, I have a feeling Alpheratz changed his mind a bit? It’s more like, she’s someone i’ve wished for years and years– since the previous timeline so I’m reluctant to lose her again, that’s why I’d rather give my all to keep her safe this time no matter what.

❄️Vega, oh Vega, my sweet lil snowball. I’ll say that he’s conflicted. There are many assumptions in my mind about him. It’ll be so freaking hard for him to let go of Dami, his childhood sweetheart who he waited an entire decade and more for. Will he let go of someone who he spent his lifetime waiting for? Hard to say but maybe yes. Vega is selfless and wants her to be safe above anything else.

He also says that he is sick of seeing Dami be involved with this world and its dangers that she doesn’t deserve. He might side with Alpheratz slightly. He doesn’t want to let go of her but at the same time, he would rather have her be happy than see her get hurt and lose her forever. Or even better, he leaves with her since they’re both from Mid-Eartheim. After all, Vega spent his entire lifetime awaiting one star and that's Lee Dam and only Lee Dam, no one else.

♍Have you noticed that Spica’s the only one who has never stated that he wishes Lee Dam to return and not be involved with Bound Arlyn’s crisis? Yes, some other guys haven’t either but have you noticed he’s rather opposite to wanting her to return? He advises Arcky to not keep false promises like sending her home. He’s also continuously shown to want Dami to join them when they plan to go on a field trip(visit) and actively invites her to potentially dangerous places.

He does not have any malicious intentions but instead, from what I see, I’m rather suggesting that Spica wants Dami to adapt to her new life completely and continue as a summoner. He’s always keen when it comes to discussing Lee Dam’s potential as a sorcerer and even asking her if she wants to become a constellation’s choice. Imo, Spica wants Dami to get better in her school activities and use her power for the betterment and protection of the world. HOWEVER remembering that sus lil conversation he shared with our local shady man who's trusted by no one in the banquet, i have doubts on Spica too. (basically, i doubt 3/6 of these men bc otoges have taught me better than to trust someone even if they are love interests)

To put in small words, let me categorise them-

“I want you to return back”

-Arcturus

“It’s better to go back”

-Alpheratz, Sirius, Vega(?)

“I don’t want you to but it can’t be helped”

-Pollux, Vega(?)

“Would you like to stay instead?”

-Spica

The following pics kinda summarise my thoughts(?)

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anyways thanks if you read until here, i just wrote this for fun and none of these are facts but rather my silly little venting bc the plot is just too good.

Here's a bonus: our local shady war criminal as Florida man news headlines

he would do this.

#is just a rant and vent none of these are facts #arcana twilight #artw #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight theory #arcana twilight spoiler

[honey-on-your-tongue]

I Want To Be Yours

Part three

Masterlist

Warnings: ok, ok, this time, there's actual fluff. Uh, smut. Jake Sully being a sweetheart and a total simp for you. Maybe angst. Maybe some love confessions, maybe not. Uh. Neytiri being your friend. I don’t see how that’s much of a warning, but it’s there now. Idk, your parents are still mad and disappointed here so…heads up, I guess.

Neytiri glances from you to Jakesully, who stands beside you. She’s obviously confused, unsure as to why and how, exactly, things happened as they did.

“You…chose Jakesully over…Toxtep?” she questions, exchanging looks with Tsu’tey.

The clan stands around you, listening on, everyone staring at you and at Jake. Everyone had known you were betrothed to Toxtep. Everyone knew you and him were supposed to end up together. And then—days before the final ceremony, you just chose someone else.

“I did,” you reply, feeling your mother’s burning gaze searing into the back of your head. Your hand is still intertwined with Jake’s, and neither of you intends on letting go.

Neytiri stares at you silently, alert eyes studying you, and you can tell she’s not upset. She’s not disappointed. She’s just…curious.

She seems to be the only one. Everyone else just appears utterly disgusted with you breaking out of your duty, and choosing someone your parents do not approve of.

“Walk with me, Leyeleu,” Neytiri asks, and you nod.

Jake gives your hand a soft squeeze and you glance back at him. “You’ll be okay,” he says gently, cocking his head to the side slightly, offering you a tiny smile.

You return a small grin of your own and his eyes fall to your lips. You think he’s going to kiss you—right here, right now, in front of the entire clan, but Neytiri is already walking into the forest, through bushes, and if you don’t follow her quick, she’ll disappear among the foliage.

You pull away from him and walk out.

As you rush after Neytiri, Jake watches. His eyes trail after you, even once you’ve disappeared from sight. He just keeps staring at the spot you were in moments ago.

Somewhere in the background, he can hear your mother arguing with Tsu’tey, demanding to know what Neytiri is up to, why neither of you is in trouble. He can hear as Tsu’tey replies calmly, trying to soothe your mother into silence, explaining that what the two of you have done cannot be taken back.

He doesn’t care. Why would he care? He has you…

Doesn’t he?

For the first time in a while, Jake experiences utter terror. The feeling sinks into his stomach and threatens to drag him down, into the ground, past the core of Pandora and deep into relentless, endless abyss.

He realizes, only now, that you never said you actually wanted him. You…accepted his initial offer because it would get you out of your betrothal, because it was an impulsive act of revolt, of defiance, and of lust. But you never told him you wanted him. Never told him you liked him. Never even recognized that you’d thought about it at some point.

And so what if he’d caught you touching yourself to him? That meant nothing. Lust was just that—lust. But you two were now mated. You were linked for life, tied together, and lust can’t keep a connection going for eternity.

Dread spreads through his veins, making him feel faint, and, for a split second, he aches to run after you. To chase you through the jungle and grab you by the wrist and make you look in his eyes and ask, “Leyeleu, do you want me? Do you want me like I want you?”

Because, God, does he want you. He’d always kept his distance from you; ever since he found out you were betrothed, he’d known he couldn’t just barge in to your life. So he’d stayed away. And then, he’d found out you didn’t want Toxtep, and he’d let his mouth speak without his mind’s consent. And look where that has gotten him.

Mated to you, yes, but unsure if you even want him or not. Unsure if you even like him in the least.

Panic starts to take over. Anxiety, gnawing at his insides, making his mind blurry and his hearing fuzzy and he’s terrified—What if you don’t want him? What if this is one-sided? What if you were only using him and all you’ll ever need him for is sex and to shoo your parents away?

He feels sick. The world closing in on him. Too many eyes watching him. Too many voices yelling around him. He needs to leave.

So he does. In a daze, he just walks away, abandoning the chaos that unravels behind him, because of him, and he starts wandering aimlessly, memories blurry, brain trying to decipher if what you’re doing is because you want him or because he’s your only way out.

His head is spinning, feet wobbly. Everything is overwhelming, everything is too much. He thinks he’s going to throw up, or faint, or simply have a heart attack and die on the spot.

And then, he realizes where he’s arrived.

Your little cave. The very one where you both found each other for the first time. He imagines going back in time, back to yesterday that feels worlds away, and he knows—he knows, he’d do it all again. Not in this life, not in the next, not ever, would he give you up.

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“Talk to me, Leteyeu,” Neytiri says as she comes to a stop by a bush full of ripe berries.

You sigh softly, content to be talking to your best friend and not the clan Tsahik. “I just…didn’t want Toxtep,” you say, shrugging, as if that were all. As if that were what this is all about.

Neytiri plucks a berry from the bush and plops it in her mouth. “Do not lie to me, sister,” she warns. “I need to know the truth, and you need to get it off your chest.”

Huffing silently, you give in. You tell her everything. From trying to dissuade your parents from giving you to Toxtep, to running to the secure little cave, to hearing Jake, to talking with him, to admitting you didn’t want to mate Toxtep, to him offering to mate you…and the rest you’re a little shy to share. But you make it clear to Neytiri that what happened was…pretty mind blowing.

“I…I don’t know,” you say once you’ve finished your tale. “I just—I guess Jakesully seemed better than Toxtep.”

She hums softly, plucking another berry and handing it to you. “And that was a spontaneous decision, yes?”

You frown. “Maybe?” You take the berry and eat it, the sweetness bursting in your mouth.

Neytiri shakes her head. “No maybes,” she tells you. “I need you to tell me everything. Maybe then, things will become clear for me and for you as well.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “What do you mean things will become clear for me?”

She is not happy that you are avoiding her question. She answers, “It’s possible that this decision you made—defining Jakesully as a more preferable mate than Toxtep—was made before you mated Jakesully.”

You frown. “Well…”

As you trail off and hesitate, Neytiri’s ears perk up, her attention captured. “So you had thought about him.”

“Not—well, I hadn’t not thought about him, but—”

“How did you feel about Jakesully before all this, Leyeleu?” she asks, interrupting. “What did you think of him from the beginning?” She sighs softly. “Something within me tells me that your decision wasn’t as spontaneous as you think—or pretend it to be.”

“It’s not like I wanted Jakesully,” you tell her, ears folding backwards. “He just showed up, and he offered, and I thought, well, why not?”

Neytiri shakes her head. “You’re not listening to me, Leyeleu,” she reproaches. “Before all this—before the cave and the offer. How did you feel about Jakesully?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you think, rummaging through your memories, seeking out every time you’d ever come across Jake. And you realize that…you’d been curious about him in the beginning. He seemed kind and funny, and he’d been a quick learner, so he fit in with the people perfectly. He was…just a new addition, someone who was learning your ways. And that curiosity, you now find, became something else. Intrigue hinted with attraction. You remember watching him train, watching him learn to ride an Ikran, watching him play around the forest…and you remember the tickles in your stomach, the butterflies in your chest, the little bursts of excitement your heart would have whenever your eyes met his. And his smile…his stupid, cocky little smile—the one he gave you whenever he caught you looking—it always made you flustered. And then…well, and then he’d shown up at your cave and offered to make you his and…

Shit.

You did like him. You had liked him from before. You still do.

Your eyes rise up to meet Neytiri’s gaze, and find that she’s smiling gently. “Are things clearer now?” she questions.

You nod slowly. You liked Jake, wished it was him instead of Toxtep, and the opportunity that fluttered before you...was it coincidence? Or had Eywa heard your prayers?

“Tell me, Leyeleu,” Neytiri says, “did you make tsaheylu? Did you bind your soul to his or did you not?”

You flatten your ears, ashamed. It is tradition, custom, duty to make tsaheylu with the one you connect on a physical level. It is a sin and a disgrace for a Na'vi to share their body with another if they do not seal the bond.

“No,” you tell her, but have the feeling she already knew.

“So there's still a sliver of a chance that you can still be with Toxtep,” she informs you, but it's not so much a threat as it is a warning. “And Jakesully—is he aware that tsaheylu is necessary to seal the souls and claim one another as your mate?”

“I-I don't know,” you reply. “He didn't hold his tswin out to me, and I didn't offer mine either. I don't know if he didn't want to or if he doesn't know that's how it works, but...we're technically not mates yet.”

“Does anyone else know of this?” Neytiri asks. “That you two have not made tsaheylu?”

You shake your head. “Unless he tells, no one else knows.”

“You must go to him at once,” she orders. “Go to him and make tsaheylu. Claim one another. If someone finds out you are not mated, although heavily disgraced, your parents may still attempt to force you to mate Toxtep.”

You nod at Neytiri. “Thank you,” you tell her. “Thank you for understanding and for being my sister before being Tsahik.”

She smiles again. “I was your friend before I became Tsahik, and I always will. Now go,” she urges again. “You cannot wait.”

You nod once more and turn away, rushing through the jungle as you head back to the Hometree.

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Jake is sitting on the rock inside the little cave, staring blankly at the mossy walls, remembering everything that happened in here just yesterday.

He can hear your every word, every moan, can see your lustful eyes and eager swirls of your tail, but he can't find, in any of his memories, a single sign that you want him, that he's more than an escape tool for you, and it hurts.

Part of him aches so bad, it makes him angry at himself for falling for someone as strong and independent as you. How could you ever want him?

The other part of him wants him to try, to live with you and work hard to make you fall for him. He wants to woo you, take care of you, make you see that he's worth your love.

But all of him is afraid. Afraid he's made a mistake, afraid you'll never want him, afraid he'll never find love with you.

Footsteps, gentle but intent reach his ears. He turns to look at the curtain of leaves and sees the outline of someone standing there. He's stupid enough to hope it's you, but then the person speaks, and he finds it's not you.

“Jakesully,” the voice says, sending alarm up his spine.

Toxtep.

He steps out of the cave, facing the Na'vi you escaped, and Jake tries to look unbothered, unafraid, but his heart races within his chest.

“Toxtep,” Jake greets.

Toxtep's eyes scan him and his tense posture, and he says, “You need not fear me, Jakesully. I will not harm you, nor am I here to fight for Leyeleu.”

Jake feels his guard lower, relief washing through his veins. “Then why are you here?”

“I'm here to thank you,” Toxtep replies, sitting on a fallen log, his eyes following an insect that crawls on the wood. “For helping Leyeleu out of the engagement.”

Jake is deeply confused, his eyebrows scrunched, ears perked and curious. “What?” he blubbers.

Toxtep glances up at him. “I love Leyeleu,” he says, “but as a friend. Not as a mate. And I know she doesn't want me—I've always known she's never wanted me—and it pained me to see that she was being forced into this with me. It's not that I wouldn't have mated her; duty is duty, and if I had to fulfill it, I would have. But the idea of tying her down with me, against her will, and forcing her to be my mate for her entire life...it made me feel guilty. And I hated it. But with you...She can be happy with you. She's chosen you, Jakesully, and you should not take that for granted nor should you ever let her down.” He sighs softly and adds, “She's a wild spirit, Jakesully. Not made for everyone. But she is beautiful within, she has a wonderful soul, and I hope you can see and appreciate that.”

Toxtep stands then, his eyes on Jake's, and says, “Don't let her down.”

“I won't,” Jake promises, still surprised, as Toxtep turns to leave. He is already walking away when Jake calls after him, “You said she chose me. How can you be sure I'm not just her way out?”

Toxtep glances at Jake over his shoulder and says, “She would've had thousands of ways out that didn't require mating with someone else. And yet, she chose to mate with you. I believe that says more than enough.” Toxtep turns away after that, walking into the foliage and disappearing from view.

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You walk into the Hometree and find that Tsu'tey has managed to calm your parents from yelling and snarling to merely glaring and swishing their tails with pent up rage.

But when your mother sees you, she seems to lose whatever was left of her composure and storms away, out of view. Your father simply stares at you, eyes full of disappointment, before he follows after your mother.

You don't have the time to care about that now. You can worry about your parents later.

You walk to Tsu'tey and greet, “I See you.”

He replies with the wordless gesture and asks, “Has everything gone well with Neytiri?”

You nod. “Yes, all is well. But I'm looking for Jakesully.”

“He's not here,” Tsu'tey informs you. “He left shortly after you did. I thought he went after you.”

Confused, you frown. “I haven't seen him...” you say.

“I know where he is,” a voice calls from behind you.

You turn around, anxious and uncomfortable, to find Toxtep standing there. A few onlookers watch, curious, as he approaches you.

“Toxtep,” you say, surprised, tail swishing anxiously. You stammer, stumbling over your words before you eventually manage, “I'm sorry. My intention was never to hurt you, I just wanted to make a decision for myself.”

As he reaches you, Toxtep smiles. He grabs your face in both hands and says, “Don't apologize, Leyeleu. You've done nothing wrong. I am glad that you have the opportunity to find happiness with the one you chose.” He places a tender kiss to your forehead. “Jakesully is deep in the forest, hiding in a cave not far from the hunting grounds, by the river.”

He's in our cave, you think to yourself. Smiling, you say, “Thank you, Toxtep.”

He releases your face from his grasp and urges, “Go.”

You nod before hurrying out of the Hometree, eager to find Jakesully and tell him that you want him, that you need him, and you can only hope he wants you too.

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The first thing that adverts Jake about your arrival is your scent. It reaches his nose, crawling into him and making his ears perk up, and his pupils dilate slightly.

Then, he hears your footsteps and he turns around. And there you are, pushing the curtain of leaves aside as you step into the cave.

“Leyeleu,” Jake says, a little breathless, as he stands. He approaches you and reaches out for you, aching to pull you into him by your arms, and hold you tight in a hug, but he hesitates. Do you want that kind of affectionate touch from him? Or do you only want sex?

You can see the way Jake becomes lost in his thoughts. His eyes cloud over, his hands pull away from you, making you feel cold and unwanted. Your ears fold backwards, hurt. Maybe, you think, this is a mistake. Maybe he doesn't want me. Maybe that's why he didn't offer his tswin to me.

“Jakesully,” you say, taking a tiny step toward him. “Toxtep told me I might find you here.”

Jake hums softly, watching you, studying your behavior. “He talked to me, you know.”

Your ears perk at this, your eyebrows rising in surprise. “He did?”

Jake nods. “Said he's not upset about...” about us “...about what happened. Said he's glad he's not tying you down against your will.”

“Oh.”

Silence falls between you, and Jake can feel his frustration bubbling at the surface. You're staring at the ground, ears folding against your head again, tail swishing mercilessly, anxiously, and he can feel his heart race, his nerves eating at him.

“What did Neytiri say?” he asks, just to get rid of the silence.

“She told me...” You stop, meeting his eyes, unsure if you should tell him or not. How will he react when he finds out you want him? What if he doesn't want you? What if he doesn't agree to tsaheylu and you're forced back to Toxtep? “She told me we should seal the bond.”

Jake frowns. “What do you mean?”

You decide honesty is the best policy. “You and I are not mated, Jakesully,” you inform him, hardening your heart, trying to push away the fear of him walking away. “Sharing bodies is not mating. We must make tsaheylu while we share our bodies in order to mate. And...and we did not do that.” You decide that it's better to do it fast and swift, like pulling an arrow out. “So, if you want to leave, if you don't—if you don't want me, you're still on time to walk away. I will not think any lesser of you, nor will I be upset. It is your decision, and if you decide you do not want to mate me, it is alright.”

Jake stands there, dumbfounded, as he processes what you're saying. Don't want you? How could he ever not want you? How could he ever want to walk away from you?

Something within him fears that you don't want him, so you're saying this in hopes that he'll leave and spare you the cruelty of breaking his heart.

But he won't risk this—he won't risk you because of a simple fear.

“Leyeleu,” he says, taking a step toward you so that he's so close to you, he can feel your breath against his chest. “Do you want me?”

Your heart leaps. Your stomach drops. Fear seeps into your body and you freeze, unable to reply.

So Jake speaks. “Do you want me, Leyeleu?” He gathers all his courage, decides to take the leap into the dark abyss, and says, “Because I want you. I want to hug you and kiss you and hold you. I want to be the one you count on for anything and everything. I want to be by your side, all day, every day. I want to fall asleep beside you and I want to wake up beside you. I want to love you and I want to be yours, and, by God, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you slow and I want to fuck you fast. I want to tell you how important you are to me, and I want to say it until my tongue becomes raw and you grow tired of hearing it. I want to love you, for the rest of our lives, and I want to fill you with my babies. And I want to have a family with you. And I want to grow old with you. And I want to be able to lay at night, under the stars, and simply be beside you and feel you with me.” He grabs your hands in his, pulling you close, and says, “I want to be yours, Leyeleu. Completely yours, in body and soul. I will mate you to get you out of your engagement, but I need to know, do you want me like I want you? Or do you only need my help to free you from your betrothal?”

Your heart is beating so fast, you're sure you're about to get a heart attack. You're speechless, body shaking, mind racing. The only thing you're able to say is, “Yes.”

Jake's ears lower themselves against his head. Confused, he asks, “Yes, what?”

You swallow thickly, your nerves making it hard to breathe. “Yes, I want you. I...I want to be with you. I want to be yours, and you to be mine. I want to spend every day with you, and I want to learn to love with you. I...I want to build a life together, and I want...I just want to be yours, to be able to count on you, to be comforted by you. I want to love you, as I hope you can love me.”

Jake's eyes are wide with amazement and relief. He smiles softly as one of his hands rises to your face, cupping your cheek and pulling you closer. His eyes flutter to your lips, his ears alert, and he slowly leans in.

You meet him halfway, your tail swinging from side to side, excited, relieved, anxious. Your heart races within you as your lips meet his.

You melt against him, relaxing into his embrace, finding comfort and peace in his kiss. His hands pull you closer, his body wrapping around yours as he leads you to the ground, gently moving you to lay underneath him.

“You—Are you gonna fuck me hard or slow?,” you ask softly as he kisses your jaw, your neck, his hands sliding down to your thighs.

“Whichever you want, baby,” he murmurs against your skin as he removes your loincloth gently, fingers skimming across your bare lower stomach before gliding to your cunt. “Whatever you want, you'll get, pretty girl.”

And he said that with all his heart. He is willing to give you the world if you ask for it. He'd roll out a red carpet for you to walk on. He'd pick all the flowers in Pandora and give them to you, reminding you that they're not even close to matching your beauty. He'd protect you from everything and everyone; he'd keep you safe from anything that could hurt you, be it a thorn against your skin or an angry palulukan raging after you. He'll do anything to keep you happy, to keep you by his side. There are no limits to what he's willing to do for you.

“Soft,” you say gently.

He dips his face to your neck, kissing your collarbone. “I'll fuck you soft, then, pretty girl,” he says, voice thick. “Soft and deep, until you can feel me all the way...in here.” He presses a finger on your lower stomach at that, his eyes rising up to meet yours. “I'm gonna fill you all the way up, girl.”

You sigh softly, contentedly, and nod. “Please,” you breathe out.

He chuckles softly, kissing your jaw as his hand slides between your thighs, pushing your loincloth to the side and dragging his thumb across your clit.

You hum gently in approval, thighs opening wider, circling your hips against his thumb to increase the pressure on your clit.

He sinks a finger into you, slowly curling it, making your mouth fall open, a small breath leaving you. He adds a second finger, scissoring them, stretching you open, readying you for his cock.

Your back arches, toes pointing, as little whines begin escaping your lips. “Need you,” you gasp. “Please.”

With some effort, you reach for your braid before holding it out to him, your eyes shining, pupils wide.

Jake's gaze lands on the queue, his heart leaping out of his chest, as he reaches for his own braid.

You both watch, enthralled, nervous, excited, as the tendrils connect. Tsaheylu. The bond. It is sealed.

“Baby,” he says softly, drawing your eyes to his. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. “I See you.”

Your heart leaps, butterflies jumping in your stomach, your body tingling with how he feels.

You grab Jake's hand, pulling him to you, and he kisses you, his fingers continuing to curl inside you.

He can feel your pleasure, can feel how bad you want him, and it makes groan, his cock stiffening almost painfully.

“I See you,” you reply, your lips ghosting his, and you can feel the way his heart rate increases.

And Jake smiles. He smiles his stupid, soft, charming smile that makes you want to cry from how he makes your heart flutter.

Jake is soft with the way he builds you up, middle and ring fingers curling inside you, thick thumb gliding over your clit.

You mewl for him, back arching, eyelids growing heavy with pleasure, legs jerking.

Jake can feel your pleasure coursing through tsaheylu, and he uses it to his advantage. He plays around a little, finding your favorite spots, whatever you like best, and exploits each little detail until you're gasping for breath and begging him to make you come.

“Please,” you whine. “Jake, please.”

“Go on, baby,” he urges. “Come for me, yeah?”

“Fuck, there—” you beg, chest heaving up and down, body trembling. “There, there!”

Your climax hits you suddenly, with so much force that you can barely breathe, your every nerve basking in the pleasure.

“Atta girl,” Jake hums, kissing your jaw, a soft groan leaving his lips as he feels your orgasm through the bond. “That's it, baby. Just like that.”

Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of you. He removes his loincloth, your ears perking and eyes widening at the sight of his hard cock, the tip a dark blue with precum already dripping.

He slowly drags the head through your folds, collecting your arousal before pushing into you.

You hum softly, body tingling as you feel Jake's pleasure through tsaheylu. In return, Jake groans quietly, his cock filling you up.

His thrusts are slow, gentle, allowing his cock to caress your walls with care as he leans down to you and kisses you. His lips are gentle, too. Soft, calm, loving. It makes your heart flutter.

You can feel him, can feel his racing heart, his heavy breaths, his pleasure.

And he can feel you. He can feel your nervous heart, your excited breathing, the soft waves of pleasure that wash over you.

“Fuck, 's so good,” he grunts, hips rolling against yours, making you moan quietly. “You're so good.”

His mouth travels to your neck, sucking on your skin, licking over your pulse. You gasp gently as he traces your neck with his sharp canines, your nails digging into his back.

“Fuck,” he groans as you buck your hips up to meet his, the sound of your squelching pussy loud in the small cave. “I fuckin'—fuckin' love this pussy, girl. Such a perfect cunt.”

You whine, back arching, your breasts pressing against his hard chest, making him shudder.

He groans, your cunt clenches around him, and both of you are breathless from the mix of sensations.

His hands claw at your hips, fingers bruising your delicate skin as he softly moans into your ear.

“Jake,” you gasp, legs winding around his waist as you pull him closer. “Ma Jake.” Your eyes flutter shut, veins overflowing with pleasure.

“I know, pretty girl,” he says lowly. “I know you're close. I can feel it.”

The knot in your lower stomach is too much to handle, the pleasure eviscerating in its intensity. You feel faint, eyes barely open, stars dancing across your vision, ears ringing.

For a moment, you're convinced you'll faint. Everything is too much. The feeling of Jake inside you, the sensation of his pleasure, tsaheylu connecting both of you—it's all too much.

You're sweating and shaking and panting, begging Jake to keep going, unsure if your body will melt from the heat, and then your climax finally washes over you. It tears you in half, making you shudder as you cry out Jake's name. Tears roll down your cheeks, watering your vision, as your ears fold back.

Your body is lost to the unbearable pleasure, your senses going haywire, your nails dragging over Jake's skin.

“That's it, baby,” Jake coos softly. “Such a good girl.”

Your cunt clenches around him, and he groans. “Fuck, 'm gonna come inside you, yeah?” he says through clenched teeth. “'m gonna fill you up.”

“Please,” you gasp, nodding, legs trembling from the oversensitivity. “Yes, please.”

Jake chuckles lowly, his entire body alight with pleasure, and his orgasm is suddenly rushing through him.

He groans, his teeth bitting down into your neck, making you gasp, as his load fills you.

You can feel his hot seed inside you, being pushed deeper and deeper with every one of his slowing thrusts.

Finally, he pulls out, allowing your mixed orgasms to drip out of you.

He lies beside you, lips finding the skin of your shoulder, your neck, placing little kisses anywhere he can reach. His mouth is so warm, so gentle...

He pulls you against him, his chest meeting your back, and he wraps an arm around you.

“I See you,” he repeats, kissing your shoulder.

“I See you,” you respond, placing your hand on top of his, allowing yourself to give into the sleep that drags you into dreams.

@unbrekeable-abby @kamcrazy123

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[onskepa]

If your requests are still open could you do a Ri'nela x reader fic where the reader is an Avatar and they spar together? I love her character so much and I hope we see more of her in the future!

YAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!! My first ri'nela fic!! Thank you so much for requesting her sweetie! You are the best! Alright, hope everyone enjoys this fic!

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Litx

The doors opened for Nesim to enter. Along with her, Ri’nela and so’lek enter, leading Nesim to the conference room. During the walk, ri’nela introduces everyone to the Olo’eykte and give her space. But among the allies in the base, one caught Nesim’s attention. 

Further in the back was a dream walker. Litx. 

“Does my eye deceive me? Litx!” Nesim calls out to the dreamwalker. And the person in question turned away from their tablet and smiled happily. Nesim and litx meet in the middle of the room, hugging and laughing in joyous manner. 

“What is this? These….awful things you called clothes. What Happened to the top my sister made for you? And your necklace? Gone! Where is the Zeswa warrior I trained? Hm?” Nesim wouldn't stop her questions. So’lek didn't looked surprised but ri’nela sure was. 

“You were a zeswa?” Ri’nela asked. Litx can only chuckle. 

“It is a long story…” 

What felt like hours had passed, and Nesim shared some embarrassing stories to the resistance. Like a proud mother giving no privacy to her child. Everyone laughed but ri’nela didnt. Everything that she knew of nerdy litx was nothing compared to what Nesim was telling. 

“You make litx sound like a mighter warrior” Nor tells. 

Nesim cackles at that, “because she is! Now if only the young ones can follow her example, my clan wouldnt worry as much! But yes, litx, despite being a dreamwalker as you call them. Litx has proven herself among the Zeswa, and I am proud to call her as such”. 

“Nesim…” Litx whispers, feeling the heat of embarrassment reach her face.

So’lek noticed how much time was being wasted, so he turns to Nor and takes him to further his training. But before they fully leave, he turns to ri’nela. “At some point ri’nela, you will have to train too. Supplying and assisting won't help you survive in a fight” he tells her. Ri’nela looks down at her tablet, clinging on to it. 

“Ri’nela is too nice to fight” Nor tells so’lek. Alma was quick to correct nor, but it didn't comfort ri’nela. So’lek dragged nor out to train. Leaving the ladies alone. 

“He is right, you know, we are at war with those humans. Everyone has to learn how to fight, even you, young sarentu” Nesim tells calmly. Ri’nela only nods. Out of those she grew up with, ri’nela felt better working behind the scenes. Being silent yet still trying to make a big impact on the world. Just by living is a big change already. Fighting isn't something she can imagine herself doing. 

“Perhaps you can teach me…?” ri’nela asks to nesim. The na’vi in question releases a loud cackle. “Why not join so’lek? He is a good warrior too. You have seen it first hand” the Olo’eykte replies. Ri’nela only shakes her head, “he can be very intimidating, scary even”. 

The women chuckle in agreement. Yes, there is no doubt about that. 

“I cannot. I must return to my clan, your sarentu fellow must have arrived in the great planes. My people need me and there is much to prepare and protect” Nesim replies with a slight guilt in her voice. Ri’nela catched it but it also made her sad. However, Nesim smirks as she turns to Litx, already thinking ahead. 

“I cannot help you, however Litx can” Nesim says. 

“She can?” 

“I can?” 

“Yes, you can skxawng” Nesim hisses as she hits litx at the back of her head, earning a hiss. 

“Like I said before, I personally trained litx myself. Showed her everything I ever knew. If litx trains you, it would be like me training you ri’nela. Trust me, litx is a fine warrior who is sadly wasting her skills away” Nesim tells as she playfully tugs ltix’s ear. 

“I am not wasting my skills away, I am just needed here more than out there” litx resplies. 

“But can you litx…? Can you train me?” Ri’nela asks again, this time with some new hope. Litx scratched the back of her head, hissing slightly. 

“Yes she will,” Nesim replies for her. Litx was surprised but tried to protest, her attempts fell short. “No, so’lek is correct. Young ri’nela needs training and I need to go back to my clan. You are the only other option the resistance has. So get your tail moving” Nesim warns. 

Sighing in defeat, litx finally complies. And ri’nela smiles in glee. 

“Hello my pretties” litx says in awe. Opening her massive storage, she brings out many spears. Some looked nearly identical to the spear nesim brought. Ri’nela was in awe as litx takes them out, handing a few for ri’nela to hold. 

“Come, let's go to the open grass field, it's wide enough and hardly any animals go there so you won't hurt anyone or anything” Litx suggests. Nodding ri’nela follows close, already feeling excited and nervous. The field wasnt that far so they made is in a few minutes of walking. 

“Alright ri’nela, what form of combat do you know? Defense or attack?” litx asks in wanting to know what specifics the young sarentu knows. 

Giving a moment of thought ri’nela responds, “I know how to shoot guns and run really fast. How to use large war machines and fight with blades but that is about it”.  

Litx slightly frowns at that. The sarentu ancestors would be angry and rolling in anguish if they heard ri’nela say of her experiences with human machines and practices. That won't do. 

“Well ri’nela, the way you were taught is the way of the humans. While useful yes, but you are na’vi, so you will learn to fight like one” Litx promises. While encouraging, ri’nela felt some doubt. Litx was quick to catch that. “Your people, the sarentu, were peaceful. Mighty they were, but fighting is an art I am not really familiar with. So like nesim taught me, I will show you the zeswa way. So, think fast!” 

Learning the basics wasn't easy, and training was more difficult. Ri’nela moved too much like a human, Thinking like a human, everything that the young sarentu did was too human. And was something litx had to fix. 

“*sighs* ri’nela you could have dodged it easily” litx sighs. Ri’nela groans in frustration, throwing the spear to the ground. “You make it look easy, litx. The spears are heavy and comfortable. Rough and not easy to grab on to. Much less throwing them. I d-” 

Ri’nela was silenced by the sudden burst of laughter from litx. Tilting her head in confusion, she just observes the avatar letting out a good laugh. “Oh ri’nela, you truly have a long way to go” litx says. Standing up straight and clearing her voice, the dreamwalker tilts her head to a spot to sit on. Taking a break. 

Ri’nela does so, sitting next to litx taking in the calm view of pandora. There was an odd amount of silence, so she decided to break it by asking a question. 

“Why did nesim teach you?” ri’nela asks. 

Litx took a moment to respond, “simple really. I wanted to learn”. A small smile stretched her lips, remembering the past. 

“Learn what?” ri’nela presses on. 

“What is not important. What is important is to get you to learn” 

“I am trying but-” litx cut her off. 

“But this, but that. Ri’nela that is your problem, you are thinking human. You are not human, you are na’vi. How you fight is human, how you move is human. So, stop being human. That is not who you are. Fight, move, talk like a na’vi” 

Ri’nela repeats litxs words but looks down in doubt. “I don't even know if I can” 

Litx gets up, dusting off her clothes and offers her hand to ri’nela. “Well it is about time that you do”

“Again! With your tail this time, you have a tail so use it!” litx instructs as she spars with ri’nela. The spears were pushed aside from hunting blades instead. Small steps at a time. Ri’nela was trying to balance her movements but kept forgetting to use her tail for proper body balance. Swaying too much on either side always makes her trip without meaning to. Or gripping her knife too loosely. But ri’nela was determined. 

“Don't be scared to hurt me. Don't let fear cover your vision. If you hurt me then that is good. A warrior must never fear” Litx continues more. Their hunting blades crash against each other, at times when they clash sparks will fly. Each swing, punch, or a near stab, ri’nela was getting the hang of it. Trying to be familiar with her body in the form of combat. 

Ri’nela was pushing litx back, close to a small body of water, while litx was quick in dodging her attacks, she was blind of what wash happening. And ri’nela used that opportunity. Seeing an opening, the sarentu quickly used her tail from under, and wrapping it around litx’s ankle catching her off guard. Using her left feet, ri’nela swept litx off the ground while being quick to release her tail. 

Litx fell into the small pond, being surprised by the sudden move. But she wasn't mad, in fact she was proud. 

“See? I did use my tail” ri’nela says confidently. Chuckling in amusement, ltix gets up. 

“Indeed, well done ri’nela” litx praises. Ri’nela blushes at her words, its not often she hears positive words towards her. It feels nice to be complemented. “Can we continue..? I think I would like to practice more” she says. 

Litx smiles and guids ri’nela back to her other weapons. “Good, because we are not stopping now. You got the hang of your blade, now for the real things. We will be using the spears, and hopefully soon ri’nela. You will fight like a true na’vi that you are”. 

Ri’nela looks forward to what litx has to show. 

Maybe she will rub it in Nor's face later.

Aaaaaaaand that is all for this one! I really enjoyed it since I did my hardest to describe the actions even though I suck at it XD

So until next time! See ya!

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Litx = (blade) sharp

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[creative-mind-write]

Boy From the Sea

Your family finds safety among the reefs. But you find something more than safety. (Warnings: Spoilers)

Father says we must find a new place to live so we can be safe. We’ve been flying on our ikrans for days with no clear idea of where we will live. I think after the fourth day the sea went from so dark you can’t see past the surface to crystal clear to the point where we can see the many sea creatures swimming at the bottom.

“Hey Kiri!” I smile, pointing down to the many animals. “Look!”

“I know!” she smiles back.

“Dad,” TukTuk calls from mother’s ikran, “is this going ro be our new home?”

“I hope so, babygirl.” Father answers.

Further ahead is an island, a Metkayina village. As we get closer I can see all the reef na’vi living their lives, fishing, weaving, or even playing together in the water. Once they saw us flying around a horn was sounded and calls were made. It seems like all of them stop what they are doing and start to gather around.

“Okay everyone, be nice.” Father tells us getting off of Bob. “Be cool.”

My siblings jump off their ikrans and follow our father. But it feels like I’ve been glued to the saddle. Will they attack us? Why are they staring at us like that? Are the clan leaders going to let us stay? What if -

“Y/N.” Lo'ak says gently, taking me out of my thoughts. Then he holds his hand out to me. “Let’s go together.”

I grab his hand and get off my ikran. Together we join our family in the center of the growing crowd, hand and hand. Even though we are the same age Lo’ak is definitely more outgoing while I am on the shy side. The crowd parts for two boys, they seem to be our age. We greet them, which they ignore.

“What is that?” the shorter one teasingly laughs. “Is that supposed to be a tail?”

Next a girl comes next to them and smacks their hands.

“Ao’nung. Rotxo.” she growls.

When she’s done scolding the pair she looks at Lo’ak with a shy smile.

“Hey.” he smirks.

I giggle and bump him with my hip. He retaliates by pulling me into a noogie.

“Stop it, you two.” Neteyam warns. “We need to make a good first impression

Lo’ak frees me from his grasp and takes my hand once more. The group parts again, this time for the clan leaders, Tonowari and Ronal. Each of us follows our father’s actions and greets them both. Only Tonowari returns it.

“Why do you come to us Jake Sully?” Tonowari asks.

“We seek uturu.” father announces.

“Uturu?” Ronal questions.

“A sanctuary for my family," he explains.

”We are reef people, you are forest people.” Tonowari points out. “Your skills will mean nothing here.”

I didn’t hear my father’s response. Ronal has captured my attention because she has started to circle us. She is inspecting our bodies, probably judging if we can even be useful at all. She grabs TukTuk’s arms and lifts one of mother’s.

“Their arms are thin.” she comments, next she tugs on my tail. “Their tails...weak. They will be slow in the water.”

“Ow.” I whine, bringing my tail into my free hand.

She walks another lap around us.This time she grabs onto Kiri’s hands and snarls in disgust.

“These kids are not even true na’vi.” she claims, holding up Kiri’s hands before she takes Lo’ak’s hand from mine and holds his up as well. “They have demon blood!”

Lo’ak pulls his hands away from her and holds my hand again. As I look around I see many different reactions. The one that hurt the most was the parents pulling their children, who probably were TukTuk’s age, protectively behind them. Do they think we are a threat? Why are they acting like this? We aren’t demons, our father is a war hero. We came peacefully. Why do they feel like this about us?

“Look! Look at me!” father says trying to get the attention back on him. “See, I was born of the sky people and now I am na’vi. We will adapt.”

“Jake Sully is a great war hero. Many know of his story.” Tonowari says to the crowd then turns to father. “But we Metkayina are not at war. We cannot let you bring your war here.

“I am done with war. All of it is behind me.” Father responds. “Please, I just want to keep my family safe.”

Tonowari and Ronal have a silent conversation with each other. I hope that they will let us stay, no matter how rude they are being. One night when they thought all of us were asleep they talked about living situations. Father had suggested that we live alone in a different forest, separate from any clan. Luckily, mother had talked him out of it, explaining how we need to grow in a community and learn what they couldn’t teach. I still don’t understand why we couldn’t just stay home. Father fought the sky people before, surely he can do it again.

“Jake Sully and his family will stay. Treat them like our own brothers and sisters.” Tonowari finally announces He waves a hand to the girl and one of the boys. “My son, Ao’nung, and daughter, Tsireya, will show your kids what to do.”

“But, why-”

“It is decided.” Tonowari interrupts. Then he addresses the crowd once more. “They will be like babies taking their first breath. Help them so they do not suffer the same as being useless.”

“Alright, what do we say?” Father asks.

We all give annoyed or relieved thank yous.

“Come,” Tsireya smiles,”I will show you to your new home.”

We go back to our ikran to unpack some things to take into the home. I catch a glimpse of the shorter boy, Rotxo, coming to my side..

“What’s your name?” he asks sweetly and holds out his hand. “Do you need help?”

“Here you can carry this for me.” Neteyam makes his way to us and hands Rotxo an arm full of items. I’m Neteyam by the way.”

“Oh…uh….n-no problem.” Rotxo says politely then goes to catch up with Tsireya.

“Thanks Neteyam.” I say.

“You’re going to have to come out of your shell sometime baby sis.” He playfully laughs while putting a hand on my head. “Let’s go see our new home.”

We leave the shore and head for the huge tree. Its large roots stretch over the water, which has walkways and mauri’s woven in between them. I stumbled a few times as we made our way to our new home. The walkway was bouncy with every step taken and TukTuk didn’t help by bouncing the whole way.

“Y/N, are you going to sleep next to me every night?” TukTuk asks with an excited smile on her face.

“If that’s what you would like sister,” I smile.

“This place is nice isn’t it?” father asks, looking around with a hopeful smile. “Right.”

Mother just sighs and drops the carpet that she was carrying, it startled us a bit.

“Once you are all settled you can come find us.” Tsireya says sweetly. “We will show your children around the reefs.”

“Thank you, Tsireya.” father tells her.

We finished getting out things and setting up our new home. When we finish, father gathers us to have a family meeting.

“I need you kids to be on your best behavior. All of you need to stay out of trouble.” Father starts, then he looks at Lo’ak. “I mean it.”

“Yes, sir.” Lo’ak responds. He gives a hiss when Neteyam playfully grabs his neck.

“Make sure you learn fast and pull your weight,” he adds.

“We got this father.” I smile. “We will make you proud.

“That’s my girl.” Father smiles, nugging me.

“I want to go home.” TukTuk says with eyes full of tears.

“I know, but this is our home now.” father tells her gently.

“We will make the most of it.” I say while pulling her into a hug. “I know you love to see new places. I’m sure we’ll have many new adventures and memories.”

“What does your father always say?” mother asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Sullys stick together.” we say.

“Right, now this time with more feeling.” Father smiles.

“Sullys stick together.” we say a little louder.

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We met up with the metkayina teens who are going to show us their way of life. The three of them gracefully dived into the water. My siblings cannonball into the water while I slowly ease myself in. Surprisingly, the water was warm and welcoming, not icy cold like I was expecting. I thought the animals looked amazing from when we were flying but they are better up close. Tiny gray fish with black and yellow marking swam around in a school that was easily over one hundred. Another sea creature was about as big as my head. It’s a yellow creature with black and white stripes. Next thing I know Lo’ak is swimming to my side and pointing ahead. Rotxo, Ao’nung, and Tsireya are swimming very fast ahead of us. We did our best to follow but it was getting harder and harder to hold our breath.

My siblings and I swim to the top to catch our breath. When we poke our heads underwater Tsireya moves her hands in a weird pattern. When she realizes that we do not understand she makes a signal for us to follow them. So we take another deep breath then dive back in. As we swim on it seems like about a dozen fish about the size of my finger swam by to say hello. I reach out to touch one but they scatter away, I guess I don’t have Kiri’s spiritual connection just yet. Then I feel a hand pull on my arm. It’s time to go up for another breath of air.

“Are you okay?” Tsireya asks, joining us at the surface.

“You’re too fast.” TukTuk whines. “Wait for us.”

“Just breath,” Tsireya advises.

“You are not good divers.” Ao’nung smirks, he pops up next to me that I flinch. “Maybe good at swinging through trees but-”

Tsirerya smacks his head before he could finish the comment. Rotxo comes up last with a worried look.

“Kiri?” he asks. “Where is Kiri?”

“Kiri?” Neteyam asks, looking around, confused.

“I swear she was right here.” I say looking around with him.

“Who?” Ao’nung asks.

Everyone gives him a side-eye and Tsireya hits him once more. We all dive back under the water to go look for our missing group member. Somewhere on the way Rotxo picks an underwater flower. It’s a dark purple in the center but starts to turn brighter towards the end of the petals. Then he swam right under me and put the flower in my hair with a small smile. Next thing I know he and Lo’ak are pulling me to the surface because the actin caused me to forget I was holding my breath.

“What did you do?” Lo’ak growls.

“No,Lo, I’m fine…promise.” I cough.

”Are you okay?” TukTuk asks, taking my hand in hers.

“Yes TukTuk.” I say. “I’m fine. Come let’s finish finding Kiri.”

We found Kiri swimming around with different animals. After our tour around the reefs we go home to our mauri. Mother and Father aer waiting for us, already starting dinner.

“Mama! Daddy!” TukTuk beams.

“How’s my baby girl?” father coos scooping TukTuk in his lap. “How was the swim?”

“It was wonderful.” Kiri answers dreamily, taking a seat next to mother.

“That’s a lovely flower, Y/N.” Mother comments brushing my hair aside.

“Roxtxo gave it to her.” Lo’ak comments.

“How sweet of him.” Mother responds.

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Today is our next lesson, riding ilu. Ao’nung makes chirping and clicking sounds. A group of the creatures circled around him, making the same sounds in response.

“These are ilu.” he tells us. “If you want to live here, you must learn to ride.”

Tsireya is going to teach Lo’ak and Tuk while Ao’nung will teach Neteyam and I. Neteyam gets on first, Ao’nung doesn’t check his posture much before sending him off. To none of our surprise Neteyam stays on the creature. He’s always been a natural at things. Back home he was the best hunter among his age group, Before I get on next I see Lo’ak dive into the water on the back of an ilu. But the animal is moving so fast it sends him flying off. Everyone starts to laugh at his failure, even the ilu came back to splash and laugh at him. Now I’m faced with my own, patiently waiting infront of me.

“What are you waiting for?” Ao’nung asks impatiently. “Get on.”

“I..um..” I stutter.

“Just get on.” he sighs. “I have better things to do than wait for a scaredy cat like you.”

“I can help her.” Rotxo offers.

Rotxo gently takes my hand and guides me onto the animal. He shows me where to hold and adjusts my posture where it’s needed. When he is done he takes a step back to look at me. I can feel the heat in my body rising waiting for him to comment on something. Or even tease me again about how children younger than me aren’t cared of an ilu.

“Looking good. Now when you take off start out slow then build speed.” he says insteads. “Also you want to have good posture when you go under the water.”

At first I just stared ahead. I don’t think I'm ready for this. What if I fall off? What if they laugh? Will I get hurt? What if I choke on the water? How do-

“Just take calm slow breaths.” Rotxo advises, getting on a ilu. “Here let’s ride together.”

He counts to three then we take off into the water. I do as he instructs and start out slow. But she insists that we go faster and starts to move. I have to adjust my grip but somehow I stay on. I look next to me and there’s Rotxo, who I give a wave and an excited smile. I'm actually riding and staying on. Then Neteyam swims around me followed by Kiri and TukTuk, she looks so adorable riding her own smaller ilu, coming to my side. The three of us swim to the top.

“Where’s Lo?” I ask.

Suddenly, he pops up from the surface with a huge smile.

“This is insane cuz!” he laughs.

“Yea, it’s so cool.” I agree

“You all are doing so well.” Tsireya joins. “I am proud of you all.

We spend the rest of the day swimming with the ilu and learning different games that we can play. The Metkayina are so different from us and it is marvelous to learn their ways. Our ikran are dangerous and it is a rite of passage for us forest na’vi. Also they will only bond with one rider for life. But ilu are very sweet and social. Unlike ikran, they don’t bond for life.

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It was pretty early in the morning when Rotxo came to our mauri. We were up and eating breakfast

“Hello, Rotxo.” mother greets. “What can we do for you?”

“I was wondering if Y/N would like to go for a walk.” he answers shyly.

“Can I?” I ask, looking at my parents.

“Just you two?” father asks, nearly choking on his food. “Alone?”

“Ma Jake.” mother warns then turns back to me. “Of course you can sweetie, finish your food first.”

Once I finish breakfast I freshen up really quick, say bye to my family, and head out with Rotxo. We walked to a clearing at the edge of the forest that was close to the village. Yesterday, we agreed to meet early so we can learn more about each other’s culture.

“So what do you want to know?” I ask as we sit down.

“How about we start with animals?” he suggests. “Do you have anything like an ilu?

“Hmmmm...I dont think so.” I answer. “Ikran are the most common to ride but there is a rite of passage we must complete. Also they are too dangerous for young na’vi to ride alone.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, confused.

“They are very dangerous. I guess they are closer to a skiwing.” I explained. “We know we are meant to have the ikran that tries to kill us.”

“Really?!” he asks, shocked. “Our skimwings are dangerous but I don’t think they’d try to harm us.”

“But just the feeling when the bond is finally made is amazing.” I say dreamily, thinking back to when I first bonded with Paskalin. “Like you two are meant to be together forever.”

“I completely understand.” Rotxo says, suddenly getting shy and turning away. “It’s how I felt when I first saw you.”

“What?” I ask. “You made fun of my brothers and I.”

“I’m sure you can tell what kind of na’viAo’nung is.” he sighs. “He’s been my best friend since we were born. So when I saw a stunning na’vi girl who I knew wouldn’t be accepted by him, I got scared.”

“Well, what changed?” I ask, still confused. I try to look into his eyes but he avoids my gaze by keeping his head down. “I don’t think we’re accepted just yet, so why tell me this?”

“I guess, I was scared of never being with the person I feel like I’m destined to be with,” he admits. “My grandma would tell me stories about how she and my grandpa fell in love. She said that when they saw each other for the first time they were in awe and their hearts started to race. That’s how I felt when I saw you. You are the perfect beauty who I wish to be in my life forever.”

“I like you too.” I responded awkwardly. “You scared me at first but spending time with you and getting to know the real you. I’ve grown very fond of you.”

“So would I be able to court you?” he asks, finally looking up at me.

“If you can make it past my father and brothers.” I joke.

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A/N: here’s a cute little story I had in the works. I give Ao’nung too much attention. Time to let our baby boy shine ♥️ (Edit: Sorry I forgot the taglist also I saw that I spelled Rotxo's name wrong so I'm going through and making changes)

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[blackknight-100]

if i could request a prompt, a ramayana au! where rama goes to valmiki’s ashram to request sita to come back (as he does in some retellings) and gets a glimpse into how she’s lived all of these years, if the unit she and luv-lush have become and feels decidedly like an outsider. thank you!

Hello there! Thank you for the prompt. I haven't read any such retelling where Rama goes to request her to come back (unless you mean the one when Sita goes back into the earth, and I don't think you mean that?) so I hope this piece works for you:

It is Lakshmana who drives his chariot all the way to Valmiki’s aashram and offers him a hug of encouragement. A short, stocky woman in a saffron angavastra and a bun at the nape of her neck notices them first. Rama introduces himself and his brother, and watches with a wretched feeling in his gut as she gives them both a strained smile, introduces herself as Isha, and invites Rama in. To Lakshmana she says sternly, though not ungraciously, “Perhaps, it would be better if you wait outside.”

Rama opens his mouth to protest, daunted by the thought of facing this alone, and perhaps even a little peeved by the insinuation that his brother had done wrong by his wife; but Lakshmana touches his arm, bows, and answers, “As you wish, devi.”

Isha ushers him past residents going about their daily tasks and introduces him only to those curious enough to ask. She settles him under an old banyan tree, fetches him a glass of water with jaggery, tells him to wait, and then disappears.

Not long after, she returns and takes him past a different section, around the back and to a thatched hut in a corner. Rama immediately discerns this is where Sita must live. There is a little garden around the track leading to the door, and the flourishing greenery bears the marks of her care. In the verandah is a straw chair, amateurly made but well loved. Isha, who had gone in, now comes out with two little boys, one in each hand, and nods at him. “You can go in,” she tells him, “but do not wander around alone. This is the women’s section.”

It is only when she and her charges are out of sight that he realizes those two must have been his sons. He has heard, of course, of the twins – Lav and Kush, but for the first time he knows their faces. The thought of it nearly brings him to his knees and it is with some difficulty that he drags himself in.

Janaki, as he sees her now, is much changed. No longer is she the delightful princess he met so long ago. She is thin, her face gaunt from the labour of raising her children so far from the family that was supposed to aid her. And yet she still shines brighter than the Sun that fathered the Raghu clan, and if Rama ever harboured notions of getting over his love and loss, he now knows he was sorely mistaken.

“Sita,” he murmurs, and how broken a sound it is! What use is his kingship if he cannot have what he wants with all his heart? This is the woman he has waged a war for, the one who has borne his children, and the one who he has forsaken.

“Rama,” she murmurs back, and he can hear the suppressed tears trying to burst out. But this Sita is not the blushing girl he wedded in Mithila. This Sita has lived through the humiliation of an Agni-Pariksha, has endured the ignominy of being forsaken. Sorrow has brightened the fire in her eyes, misery has pressed her lips close together. She now stands straight and tall, assured in her ability to walk through horrors untold. This Sita will not be won over by lifting a bow.

“Please,” Rama says – and what a day, that Ayodhya’s king has come to beg – “please, come back. Come home with me.”

“And then?” she asks.

“I will fix everything,” Rama promises. There is a desperation in him that he can no longer suppress. He cannot hold her eye, and he cannot look away. All around him are traces of a hard life he has not lived – three straw mats propped on the wall, an earthen pitcher draped with a moist white cloth, utensils stacked neatly on a rack. “Come home, Sita,” he pleads, and weeps.

Sita’s hands are rough on his face, marred with callouses. She draws him close to her, and he leans onwards, shuddering like a man dying as her lips touch his forehead in benediction.

“I love you,” she tells him, and it is like pressing down on a much-loved bruise, painful and intoxicating all at once. “I have loved you all my life, and I will continue doing so forever. But I cannot go back.”

Rama’s voice is a whisper when he speaks, a prayer at the temple of her soul. “Why?”

Sita laughs. It is not the same resonant sound as before, bright as a bell. This laugh is a softer tinkle, tinged with the memory of what is, and what has been. “Do I not get an apology?” she teases.

Rama opens his mouth, a hundred protestations and regrets bubbling up even as shame colours his cheeks.

Sita shakes her head. “Where is your dharma, scion of Raghu? What will the people say?”

“The people miss you,” Rama says, and Sita scoffs.

“Bharat can be King,” Rama bursts out, unable to bear the harshness of that sound. “He has done this before. I will… we will go away together. Sitey, we will make something for ourselves, I…”

There is a scuffling sound, and Sita lets go of his face. Clutching his arm, she hauls him to his feet and steps outside. The loss of her touch stings, like someone has poured ice-cold water over him and he follows her blindly, seeking that relief again.

“Maa!” It is all the warning they have before the twins dash around the corner, all muddy clothes and twigs tangled in their hair. A calf prances in right after them, mooing out to the whole world.

Sita frowns like a switch has been flipped. She gives them both a severe look. “Where is Isha? And which of you freed him?”

“I don’t know. I saw him and he was getting bored,” Lav (or was it Kush?) pouts. “And we were bored too.”

Beside him, his twin draws a line in the mud with his toes, giggling. Sita stares at it for a long while.

“Maa! Bhaiyya poked me,” the first boy complains, and Rama feels a rush of relief knowing he had not guessed wrong.

“I didn’t,” Kush protests.

Sita places a hand on each of their shoulders, herds them to the calf. “Go, return him. It is bad manners to let loose animals in the aashram.”

Lav clutches the edge of her pallu, his little lips wobbling. “I wasn’t trying to be bad.”

“I know,” Sita sighs and presses a kiss to each of their foreheads. Rama’s heart aches. They cannot be older than six years, Taksh is, after all, just five. They are just babies, really.

Kush tugs his brother’s arm. “Come,” he says, side-eying Rama. Lav quietens down and follows him.

Sita watches him watch them go. “Do you think they would be better off in the Palace?” she asks eventually.

“Not if you aren’t there,” he replies. And it is true, he thinks bitterly.

Sita twists her fingers, pulls her pallu closer. “I will think on it,” she promises, and Rama holds those words close to his heart.

“I must go now,” he says, although he wants to do anything but. Sita does not seem particularly offended though. “I will see you off,” she offers, and he thinks it’s better she has the time to reflect on everything.

Outside, Lakshmana is sitting on a rock, talking softly with Lav and Kush. The calf is sprawled across the ground with its head on his knee, making soft, contented noises from all the petting. He stands when he notices them, and the boys let out identical shrieks of alarm.

“We’re going!” Kush yells, dragging the poor creature away.

Beside him, Sita rolls her eyes. “Go faster.”

They wait till the children are gone before approaching, and Lakshmana bows down to touch her feet.

Rama watches with a foreign pang in his chest as his brother apologizes profusely to his wife, and Sita, ever-loving, pats his shoulders and forgives him with a hug. Lakshmana volunteers information about her parents and sisters and she listens with the rapture of a chataka witnessing the year’s first rains, and Rama barely manages not to be jealous.

They leave much later with well-meaning goodbyes, and Lakshmana extracts a second invitation to the aashram. When Rama gets on to the chariot, all he knows is failure and loss.

But Lakshmana does not drive them home. He leads the horses half a mile into the jungle and swings around to look at him. “You are upset,” he says. It is not a question.

“I messed up,” Rama tells him bitterly. It is hard to conceal his resentment now that the whole world is against him. He had sent away his wife to please his people, against the wishes of all his family. And now the same citizens of Ayodhya denounce and scorn him, and his brothers look to him warily, as if to guard his sisters-in-law from a similar fate. Dasaratha had chosen his wife over his people and paid for it, and now Rama pays for the contrary. What is, then, the right answer?

“Did you apologize or explain?” Lakshmana asks.

Rama bites his lip, barely refrains from losing his temper. How is this my fault? he wants to ask. Have I not suffered as well?

Lakshmana touches his arm, gives him a compassionate look. “When we had the boys,” he begins, and Rama has to smile at the thought of them, “we – Urmila and I – fought a lot. One of those times, it was my fault. I will not tell you want happened, and I hope you will not ask, because you will be very angry, but suffice to say it was bad.”

Rama sits down, blinks at him, interested now. “And then?”

Lakshmana gives him a sheepish smile. “I was too bull-headed to accept that it was my fault. But Urmila came up and said that she was sorry for acting the way she did, and that she could see my point. I was, as you can understand, mortified.”

“Huh,” Rama says, surprised. This is not how fights between Sita’s sister and Sumitra’s oldest usually end.

“Anyway, I told her that no, it was my fault, and she should not have to step back when she had been correct. And then, bhaiyya, Urmila told me something really important. She said when we fight someone we love, we should step back for a moment, and apologize even if we weren’t wrong, so we could initiate a conversation about what happened and how to prevent it.”

“…oh,” Rama says, for lack of a better response. “That is… very mature.”

His brother nods sagely. “There is never a dull moment with Janak’s daughter. But you see what I’m trying to say?” “Yes,” Rama breathes, pieces falling into place. “Let’s go back, I will tell her! Lakshmana!”

But Lakshmana merely settles back in, shakes his head. “Not today,” he advises. “Let her have some time to see what she wants. Too long we have tried to mold her into what she should have been, instead of appreciating what she was. We will come back another day.”

Rama doesn’t want to go, not to that empty Palace in Ayodhya that is no longer home. But he takes his brother’s words to heart and listens. After all, if he cannot trust Lakshmana, he can trust no one.

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[sashi-ya]

Hiii how are you? I have read your smuts and stories it’s just amazing I have no words. One piece and bleach it’s just amazing. Can I ask you something how come you have never done Bleach captain ukitake NSFW I know I’m dirty minded I just love him soo much he’s one of my favourite.😭. And I read the royal story of the three vinsmoke brothers…….. I couldn’t read all of that because I can’t. But the last sentence had me dead.💀

➡ nsfw. threesome Jūshirō Ukitake x F! Reader x Byakuya Kuchiki Koi Carps & Sakura Buds ~

tw: threesome with the captains. masturbation. dp. squirting. based on one of the Shinigami Zukan where Yachiru steals some fishes from Byakuya's pond to give them to Uki since he is sick and needs something to make him happy 🥺

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“Ukitake Taichou”

“Oh! Byakuya! Hello! What brings you here tonight?”

“I’d like to discuss a possible crime, you know, some stolen carps. I’m not telling you were the one stealing them from my pond, but I’ve seen that little monster run away from my manor with my fishes on her tiny hands”

It was a fact that Yachiru has been stealing Byakuya’s Koi carps, and everybody knew she would do it just to cheer up Jushiro by filling his own pond. Ukitake never noticed until it was too late, and the biggest fishes were too noticeable. He was planning on returning Byakuya his carps, because everybody knew captain Kuchiki had the best ones, but the noble as wise as ever decided to pay a visit to him in order to discuss about it.

See, Byakuya might seem like a cold-hearted man, but he indeed has a huge heart. The captain of the Sixth Division of the Gotei 13 was planning on telling a sick man like his fellow colleague -and his sister’s captain- to simply keep them and how to take care of them personally, but that night things took a certain turn…

Jushiro had been like a big brother to Byakuya, he still remembers the times he has been stopped or taught about Senbonzakura and how to calm down before a battle. As well as Byakuya, Ukitake recalls those times where the head of the Kuchiki clan was nothing but an arrogant and naughty teenager.

And so, such relationship endured over time.

“Ahh… Byakuya, I was about to go and talk to you about this fishes situation. I can’t deal with Yachiru. You know how she is!” the white-haired man says, smiling kindly as he always does.

“Don’t worry, Captain Ukitake. I’ve come here to tell you; you can keep them. I’ve been told that they can help with your health. So please, don’t worry” Byakuya says, solemnly and straight to the point.

It’s no use, Jushiro has always been like a dad to almost every person in the Gotei 13 and his sweetness cannot be stopped. “Byakuya, before you go. Would you like to take a relaxing bath at the pond?” he asks, kindly, sure his now fellow captain would say no because he is not a kid like before.

But Byakuya, instead, accepts the invitation right away. Maybe he was feeling nostalgic on his own koi fishes and wanted to take a look at them once more before leaving or maybe he wanted to replay old memories from when he was a happier man with a bright future and a beautiful wife.

The night is by far perfect. Warm breeze playing with each other’s hair strands. Hair that fall over his beautiful countenances, the stars flickering on a night blue sky and the tranquillity sounds of bubbling water invited them to have some sake and chat under the moonshine.

Jushiro is not a super-rich man, nor from a high noble clan like his pair, but he still has some people attending him -specially since his chronic illness was a severe one-. One of them, you, also an officer from the Thirteen Squad is the one in charge tonight of taken care of his adored captain.

“Ukitake Taichou! I brought the s-“ you cut short your words, with the tray on your hands. Startled to see Captain Kuchiki completely naked entering into the pond left you muted. The man quickly joins his icy haired friend, blushed and agitated.

You quickly turn around, is not that you didn’t want to enjoy that beautiful image any longer, but that was too much even for you.

“It’s ok, (Name)-san! Byakuya is already inside the water. You brought us sake?” he asks, resting his back over the side of the pond, with his fair skin shining under the pale moonlight.

You realize you have only brought a single sakazuki to drink the delicious rice wine, so you excuse yourself and run inside Jushiro’s home to bring another one. Sweating, you try to focus. “I’m just gonna grab another cup, give it to them, and run away from there. Both of the men I’d like to be devoured by in all Gotei 13 are naked a few meters from myself…”

You, allowing yourself to calm down, take a quick sip from the bottle of sake and with the new tray arranged go outside. Your feet touching the wet grass underneath your soles announces you are closer to the pond, and you simply play with the bitter aftertaste of the chug of wine you just had before.

“Capt- Captains. I- Here you have your sake. Enjoy” you stutter, leaving the tray closer to their elbows as they lay their backs over the rocky sides of the pond. “Thank you, sweetheart!” Jushiro gladly accepts your nightly treat.

Drunk by Ukitake’s sweet smile, you can’t help but absorb every single moment of such depiction of handsomeness. Followed by him, Byakuya, the unbreakable Captain Kuchiki roughs out a soft smirk on the side of his lips. His hair is up in a semi pony, while Jushiro’s flows perfectly with the soft waves their legs form on the pond’s waters.

Naked torsos barely showing, competing for which one is fairest, they look like beautiful angels in the night to you.

You bow and turn around. As much as you would like to stay, you can’t keep interrupting their nice nightly talk. As you begin to walk, a deep voice tells you to stop. “Officer (Name)?”.

“Yes…?” you ask, drumming your fingertips over your collar bone but never turning back at them.

“Would you like to join us?”

You gasp, almost inaudibly, and you are grateful for not being facing them. Your eyes widen, and your pupils dilate so much that even the moonlight is too much of a blaze for your eyes. 

“Come on, (Name)-san!” Jushiro encourages you, as if you really needed some more motivation to accept their invitation than pure lust for both of them.

You slowly turn around, cheeks on fire and pumping heart that you can feel all over the arteries of your body. “Is it okay if I do?” you ask, always respectfully of your captain and his colleague.

“Of course, I can share my own cup, so you don’t have to go fetch another one!” Ukitake celebrates with his own sakazuki in his bony hand. Byakuya holds now a more noticeable smile, more like a smirk. His eyes, with a hint of purple tinting, show more than relaxation, they show lust. Pure lust.

As well as yours.

You walk attracted like a moth to the light towards them, Byakuya at your right and Jushiro at your left. As your shihakusho falls to the ground, and your skin bathes by the pristine light of the star above the sky, each captain fix their gaze on your body. Of course, of course they will do. And you want that too, as much as they want it.

You take a big gasp of air, and ultimately you take your underwear off. The men inside the pond have their lips semi open, beautiful woman depicted in front of them like a work of art, contrasting with a marvellous sky behind her, all skin and bone for them.

Just for them…

They both stretch their arms to help you get inside the water. Byakuya holding your right hand, and Ukitake your left one.

The tip of your toe tries the temperature of the water first, and then slowly and surely you submerge into the purifying waters of Ukitake taichou’s pond.

You sit in between them, feeling like a prey ready to be attacked from both flanks. You can smell the scent of their skins, as if your senses were now becoming sharper. Byakuya unties his hair, allowing the straight raven hair to fall down his shoulders, turning a simple action into a sexy show.

You bite the inside of your mouth, what will be the next step?

You try to relax, laying a little back, closing your eyes to maybe ease the tension that your three bodies have created. You are not sure whether if it’s their strong reiatsu or just the desire to touch your flesh, but it feels oppressive and it makes your heart beat fast, so strong.

Who will be the first to attack? Are they planning on making you wait, to slowly die into a torturous neediness state?

The sudden touch of cold liquid pouring over your collar bones makes you open your eyes. Your captain, Jushiro, is drizzling your shoulder with the same sake you brought for him to enjoy. You look at him, as the alcohol elixir traces lines towards your breasts.

“Is it ok if we share a drink?” he asks, smiling softly and oh so calmly looking then at Byakuya’s burning stare of excitement. You nod, out of words, clearly understanding they will drink from you, that what they will share will be your body.

The white-haired man moves your hair out of your shoulders and signs his partner to have the first drink as it is indicated. “Please, Byakuya. Dig in” he says, respectfully.  He gains a devilish smirk from his fellow comrade and instantly he comes closer to your ear.

“Can I drink from you, Officer (Name)?” he asks, whispering with his lips almost grazing your earlobe. You breath, soundly and look at him out of the corner of your eye. “Y-yes”.

“Very well…”

The tip of his tongue touches your skin, making you slightly squirm. Follow by that touch that reminded you of a butterfly resting on your skin, he proceeds to lick the liquor off your own flesh. Up and down, so sexily, he tastes the spiritual beverage before Jushiro’s eyes.

“Ukitake Taichou, please, join us” he commands, solemnly, as if he was talking about a simple reunion or a professional matter. “Sure, Byakuya! We have all night, but I kinda want to dig in as soon as possible to be honest” Jushiro says, pouring some more alcohol on your chest. Alcohol he catches, and doesn’t let fall into the pond, with his own mouth.

Both men place one of their hands over your belly that can’t stop going up and down from excitement, and the kisses of their lips feel like a blissful blessing. Down, down they go, trapping each of your nipples into their teeth. They pull at unison, nibling so softly but hard enough to make you whine and cross your legs. You need pressure, your sex is begging for it, desperately.

Your hands reach for both of his heads, fingers playing with their long, silky hair as they suck you with great dedication.

“You like this?” Jushiro asks, taking a break from the sucking session of your sensitive zones, fixing his emerald eyes on yours. You can barely pronounce something without moaning, so you limit yourself to an intense affirmation head shaking.

“Good girl, you have always been a good girl” he says, sliding his hand down your abdomen to your inner left thigh. His soft, bony hand squeezes your leg, enough to be noticeable and perhaps to leave quite some marks on them.

You can hear Byakuya slip from his occupied lips with your nipple, a subtle laughter, something almost impossible to hear on a daily basis. And as he does now his hands squeeze the breast Jushiro had abandoned to kiss your lips in a violating tongue motion.

A violating tongue motion yes, and a heavenly fingering session as his hands have reached for your sex so slowly but deadly. He traces circles on your clit, you can feel your wetness mixing with the crystalline waters of his pond, and even sometimes he plays with the anticipation of penetrating with one of his fingers. Until he does, and when he does, you whine on his mouth, him absorbing the beautiful symphony of your bodily reactions to the pleasure.

Byakuya lets go of your breasts, to look at your curving back and squirming body while his friend adds more than one finger inside you. And he does it so good, beckoning motion, hitting the perfect spot, pressing your lower belly to even feel his own fingertips from inside your womb against his palm.

“My, my…” the dark-haired captain utters, tucking some strands of your hair behind your ears, grazing your façade so lovingly. “I’d never thought you were such a lovely little slut” he continues, asking for permission to his friend to be the one to kiss your lips.

He kisses so beautifully, biting your lower lip with utmost delicacy, burying his soft noble fingers on your jaw bones. Without letting your face go, and barely separating his mouth from yours, he plays with his finger on your lower lip. “Will you be able to take both of us, (Name)?” he asks, coming closer and grazing his hard member on the side of your hip.

“I… yes…” you whisper in between panting as Jushiro increases the motion of his masturbating skills. Centuries of experience, this man has. “Good, now give me your hand” he commands, grabbing your wrists and making it go down his hard abs.

Your eyes, half covered by sloppy eyelids and ecstasy of an upcoming orgasm, rejoice in the beautiful pale complexion of the sixth division captain. Many little bumps and scars garnish his body, making his flesh a beautiful diary of his past battles. You bite your lower lip, while your belly spasm to Ukitake’s fingers invading your cave.

“You like it, huh?” Byakuya smirks, surprised by how a sweet shy woman like you can show him such lustful depiction of neediness. “I do…” you whine, feeling your muscles tense and taking your gaze straight to your captain.

Jushiro never stops smiling at you, it’s even irritating the way he keeps his composure while making your cum. But, he is sweet by nature, and even if you worry because of his health, he looks healthier than ever.

You lose yourself into the parakeet irises of his eyes, so full of lust but also of kindness, and while you scream his name you reach the final stance of peak pleasure.

You orgasm, and your hands are rounding each man’s sex. Hard, long, avid to penetrate, to feel your walls around them. Up and down, you gave them the beautiful satisfaction of jerking them off.

Both men, as tough and strong as they are, let out some muffled moans and accelerated breathing to the wonderful motions of your hands. Biting both a piece of your neck, their bellies spasms, their jaws clench.

“Byakuya, do you want to fuck her now?” Jushiro asks, with a sudden glance at him while you kiss your captain’s neck and keep masturbating both. “I’d much appreciated to do so” Byakuya answers back, prisoner of his own body’s reactions to the pleasure.

“Good, let’s get out of the water then”

You feel as if this were a common practice for them, or maybe their connection is so hard they understand each other enough to feel the same. “Come on, (Name). Let’s get you fucked in my bed. It’s a big one, you know?” Jushiro says, caressing your cheek so lovingly. “You are so sweet, my lord”.

As soon as Byakuya, clearly younger and needier, stands up, Ukitake does too. He helps you stand up and instead of letting you walk inside he picks you up. “Come on. Let’s go, such a good girl”

You are left with no words but snuggling on his chest as the three of you get into his home. You try to remember if there were any more people inside, but you can’t have a clear image. In any case you simply wish for no one to see you in this situation.

“Welcome to Captain Ukitake’s bedroom!” he says, so lively, enjoying this bizarre situation. Byakuya takes his hair off his face back and wait on one side of a quite large bed. Jushiro wasn’t lying when he said he had a big bed.

Your captain puts you delicately over the bed, and you instantly worry as you are damped. “Captain your bed will get w-“ you try to warn him before touching the sheets with your ass. “Wet? Of course, it will. Right, Byakuya-kun?”

You widen your eyes; you understand what he meant, and you want it now…

Jushiro joins you in bed, and then calls his companion. His hands are all over your body again, and the long white hair covers part of his chest but mainly his lean back. He looks like an angel, too. What a beautiful man you have in front of you.

“Come on, (Name)-san. Sit on my lap” Jushiro commands patting his legs, flashing the hardness of his sex, dripping and so ready to invade your insides. “Uhuh” you moan, quickly straddling your hips over him. Ukitake holds his shaft so it’s easier for you to sit on it, and as you do, it slowly slips inside you.

You turn your eyes white, and your nails bury on his shoulders. “Ooh good girl, you are so tight…” he moans, pushing you against himself with his hands on the small of your back. He wants to go even deeper inside of you, and you want him to do so.

You open your eyes, to see Byakuya kneeling next to your face jerking off. The tip of his dick has become almost purple, and it drips abundant salty product of his excitement. You stick your tongue out, he doesn’t need to say what you should do next.

Byakuya keeps pumping his shaft intensely with the tip of his dick touching your tongue. Every time he pumps it forms strings of his precum. You are obsessed with his expressions, his chronic frown melts into a pure raptured one, he is over the moon. Like you, like Jushiro too.

And it’s not enough with your own humps over his dick, he also uses his hips to fuck you roughly, sometimes coughing a little but never stopping.

You soon find yourself being impaled with merciless thrusts, adding of course Byakuya’s dick hammering into your throat and his hands around your neck to fuck your mouth properly.

Both men moan and can’t stop telling you how a good whore you are to please them the way you do. And you, frankly, are in heaven.

You begin, once again to squirm under them, being used by two of the most handsome men in all Gotei 13 is way equally or more stimulating than just the physical part. “I’m gonna cu-cum!” you whine, when, from time to time, Byakuya allows you to take some gasps of air.

“Cum then, my cute little whore” Jushiro says, giving you a final thrust that you suspect it also involves some release of high spiritual pressure as you come and feel your body go limp.

You bury your forehead on the crook of your captain’s neck and change your mouth for your hand to keep stimulating Byakuya. Biting Ukitake’s shoulder you come, wetting as promised his shaft and lap with your orgasmic release.

Your trembling body has no rest, because as soon as you have cum, you are again being moved to a new position.

“How do you like it if we stretch that little cunt at the same time?” Byakuya asks, barely holding himself back from not pound over you to fuck you right away.

“My dear Byakuya-kun! You are eager tonight, huh?” Ukitake jokes, already laying on his left side, pulling you closer as he will be the big spoon. Your back rests over his chest, and he lifts your right leg up to penetrate you once again.

“I am, certainly I wasn’t expecting to end my night like this but she… is amazing” Byakuya says, lying all of his body weight over his left side in front of you. He grazes your cheek, smirking with a face you haven’t seen ever before. Byakuya’s expression is pure sin, pure nympholepsy.

He guides his sex towards your already occupied and still overly sensitive entrance. “Will you be able to stretch for both of us, huh?” he asks, pushing himself inside you. “Yeah, you most certainly do” he says, finally getting as deep as it’s physically possible.

The sudden pressure on your womb, as it stretches enough for both grazing shafts to start moving in and out of you, makes you shiver and carve your nails on Byakuya’s shoulder blade.

The pumping motion, a double thrust perfectly synchronized, being squeezed in between wet manly bodies… You receive Ukitake’s tongue turning your head to your side, stretching your neck to kiss him, while Byakuya bites your neck. And both, of course, take you once again to another exploding orgasm.

And just like you do, the captains do too. And even if they might have wanted to pull out they couldn’t. You can feel the way they retort inside you, his pulsating dicks reaching peak pleasure, the way they fill, the way they flood your uterus with warm seed and beautiful moans in your ears…

“Such a good girl ~ ”. “Officer, you have done a wonderful job”

“Thank you, Captains…”

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[2kyo7]

𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐌; 𝟎𝟐

metkayina!reader x avatar 2

THAT NIGHT WHEN RETURNING home to your shared marui pod, it would start pouring rain, nothing you weren't accustomed to—but the weather somehow further dampening your foul mood.

The pod you lived in was a bit larger than most, with your grandmother being the clan's well respected healer, it was constantly covered in plants, mysterious liquids and various spices. She'd even taken the time to teach you a little about her work, but you couldn't be bothered to remember the information whole heartedly.

Walking on the very tips of your toes, you made it to one of the pod's many entrances without so much of a creak, pulling back the blanket of thick vegetation which served as some privacy while Tawmì worked. "Where have you been?" You were quick to turn around, braids entangling around your face in the process, all attempts of stealth now entirely meaningless.

Suddenly air caught in your throat, trying to swallow it down enough so that you could speak. "I.. I went a little past the reef with Kanaya..." you took a few careful steps towards Tawmì, still keeping a safe distance away. It was difficult to grasp an emotion, her tone neutral and calm, she sat in a corner mixing a concoction, back hunched obscuring her face.

"Hm."

Besides the sound of rain water connecting with the sea, there had grew a long silence between the two of you. Until Tawmì lifts a single finger that gestures you to kneel on the floor along side your herself, she was—like always—hard at work, grinding a stone tool against a herb which was laid out on a wooden mat.

"Help me girl, make yourself useful." Though your grandmother's words would've sounded harsh to anyone else, they were words of compassion to you, attentively following her directions, a small smile growing on your features knowing she'd no longer seemed to be angry with you.

"____, tomorrow you will teach Toruk Makto's children our way of life." It took you a moment to register her words, Toruk Makto? Those five-fingered devils? Your eyes were blown wide with hurt, "Grandmother, you of all na'vi know—"

"I will not hear any of it!" Tawmì sandwiched your lips between her fingers, cutting your rant short. "Tomorrow you shall bring them fruits and beg them for forgiveness." Once releasing you, she immediately went back to work as if she hadn't asked an impossible feat.

Rubbing the now swollen skin, you became lost in thought, feeling your lips quiver and tears build once more. What have I done to deserve such a punishment grandma? You noticed the copious amount of gathered fruit resting in a bowl near your bed, ready for delivery when you awoke in morning. "I refuse to teach those beast anything." Out of frustration, you fiddled with the pearls which occupied a braid—catching your soft bottom lip between your teeth.

"You cannot live in the past any longer, I will not allow it." Her words echoed throughout your brain, lowering yourself onto the soft fabric, completely drained of the day.

Even as a child you were extremely independent and stubborn, Tawmì remembered, lack of parental guidance only amplified this fact. You still enjoyed playing and socializing with others, no doubt, but at the end of each day she always found you in deep connection to the sea, wether you'd be longingly looking at its waves or interacting with animals.

Tawmì would say, "we are all children of eywa's ocean, but my granddaughter was born to it."

Though Tawmì understood your deep hatred of the sky people, she too feared everyday you grew more resentful—and eventually you'd do something terrible—irreversible even.

That is why she puts you through these trials, so you could see for yourself their was nothing to fear, that these were not the sky people who killed them.

She watches as you shift in your sleep, another nightmare... she thinks, placing a soothing hand atop your tense but unconscious form Tawmì begins to sing a lawr your mother sung to you as a child. Eywa hear my prayers, bring my grandchild to peace, do not curse this 'eveng for the faults of her sa'sem.

lawr - melody

'eveng - child

sa'sem - set of parents

The time was now midday, you'd spent the morning brooding around the pod until forced out by your tail, a large bowl filled to the brim with fruits resting loosely in your arms. You weren't exactly in a rush whatsoever to reach the Sully family's home, stopping along the way for multiple detours.

When you finally did arrive at your destination, about half the bowl went missing—some of the fruits you'd eaten yourself, offered to others, or fed to Ilu. It's not that much of a difference, how could they know anyhow? Before entering you noticed them all kneeled around each other in a circle, your head tilts in confusion and wonder. Flinching when Toruk Makto's eyes met yours, his family's following.

They all stood, the atmosphere suddenly becoming extremely tense due to your presence. You walked into their pod with a quick glance around, taking note of their strange forest belongings, you were met with a simple greeting from the two younger male na'vi (Neyetam and Lo'ak, were there names—grandmother had told you) an "I see you." just like yesterday. Instead of completely dejecting them you sent a small nod their way, seemingly surprising the two.

The youngest na'vi—Tuk—hid behind her mother as the other remained silent, simply observing your movements. Approaching Toruk Makto, you held up the bowl of fruit to him and his mate. "I bring fruit to Toruk Makto—and his kin," the mood lightened very moderately at your words, which contradicted your expression. Lips pressed in a thin line, almost scowl, ears twitching occasionally and eyes appearing bored.

"Thanks kid, that's very nice of you—isn't it guys?" Toruk Makto looked around, prodding his family for a response. There were small sounds of recognition, no one majorly thankful for your efforts, except the smallest na'vi who genuinely seemed grateful. "Thank you!"

"Just so you know, my kids aren't sky people." Your head tilted for the second time today, does he lie to protect them? A hmph sounded from your lips as you turned to scan over his off spring, again. The oldest and youngest were relatively normal all things considered, but the same could not be said about their siblings.

"You can hold my hand again," everyone immediately turned to stare at Lo'ak questioningly, realizing the crudeness of his statement, he was quick to correct himself—"f-for proof, of course."

Neteyam silenced his brother with a simple grasp of the shoulder, saving him from any further embarrassment.

The look you sent Toruk Makto was one of complete doubt, circling around them for a moment, their mother clearly unhappy at your staring. "I will teach Toruk Makto's children, but only if they will learn."

"Toruk Makto's children have names, y'know." Your attention was lured by the female na'vi similar in height, she stared you down in annoyance, she was the most demonic out of them, you cut your eyes away from her form, finding the comment equally bothersome. "I'm sure they do."

"We meet where the currents are lightest, can Toruk Makto's children handle that much?" Not waiting on their response, you dove into the ocean's salty waters and in almost no time at all, you were gone. "Ugh! I hate her! Dad did you see the way she was staring at us?" Kiri held herself even tighter, ears bent in anger. Neteyam and Lo'ak also felt unsettled by your comments, but clearly not as bothered as their sister, Tuk oblivious as ever.

"Come on babygirl, clearly she's got somethin' against the sky people—jus' give her some time, she'll come around." Jake's attempt did little to comfort his daughter, only irritating Kiri further, whatever the sky people had done, did little to do with them, her family was not at fault.

Jake soon sent his children away from their training, a few words of encouragement to go with them. "I'm so worried ma Jake, that girl...she holds such hate." He could only hold Neytiri against his chest to soothe her worries, "the kids are strong, have faith in them."

[lithesunflower]

Fragile Strength Part 2

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water

Part 1

It only took about half an hour for Spider to get himself and the girl back to the rest of the clan. She was light and he had’t been far into the forest when he found her. 

He could feel the looks before he saw them. Na’vi turning to look at the sight before them of a human boy carrying a very human looking girl. It made him uncomfortable but he set his jaw and kept going. 

Surprisingly it wasn’t Neytiri who spoke first it was Ronal. 

“What is the meaning of this?” she snapped looking from the boy she had reluctantly allowed into their midst, to the fragile creature in his arms. 

“She’s hurt” Spider insisted, “I found her in the forest and I brought her here to be tended to” 

Ronal looked livid 

“This could be a trap! How do you know that someone didn’t leave her as bait? How do yo know you haven’t just led a whole army to our door step with her blood?” she asked reaching out to grab a scrap of the girl’s clothing that was colored red. As she moved closer Spider instinctively hissed, his teeth barring in defiance as his body turned away to shield his companion. 

“She’s not a threat! How would you react if a Tulkun baby were to show up bleeding in these waters?” he snapped. “She isn’t dangerous...she’s like me!” And in that moment, as he said it, Spider realized that to them, to all of them, that was dangerous in itself. He felt a part of him aching for the acceptance he had known with Quaritch, even for the place he had held in the Sully family before the sky people returned. But something in him knew that those moments were in the past, perhaps much farther than he could have ever imagined. 

 “Please” he sighed, pulling himself back to the present. “I..please just consult with Eywa...ask...maybe she is supposed to be here” he pleaded. 

Ronal looked frustrated and angry she was about to raise her voice to the boy again when Jake stepped in. 

“Please...I will take responsibility...she will not cause any harm...if she turns on anyone I will handle it myself” Jake said. His words sent a shudder through Spider because he knew that Jake meant he would kill the creature in Spider’s arms. The thought of the pale figure being void of life made the human boy want to cry but he held back, shifting his eyes to look at Ronal for an answer. 

Ronal seemed to consider Jake’s words and just hissed in frustration before  turning away. 

Jake turned looking at Spider with concern and worry. “Don’t make me regret this kid...” he said. Spider just shook his head and carried the girl towards one of the huts where he knew there were medical supplies. 

He carefully laid her down touching her forehead to gage if she was warm with fever. He was relieved that she seemed to be fighting whatever pain she was in quite well. He took out a few cloths and instruments he had never seen before lining them all up on the floor and wondering what he was supposed to do first. He was genuinely lost. He knew the wound needed to be cleaned and probably stitched up but he didn’t know what to do, he had never dressed a wound only kept pressure until medical arrived. 

Ronal walked into the hut and waved at him “Go...” she said and Spider looked like he was ready to fight her until he saw Kiri walk in behind Ronal. “I cannot dress the wound and clean her up if you are here...I need quiet and the girl needs privacy” Ronal insisted. Spider looked at Kiri trying to determine if it was safe to leave the creature he had found in Ronal’s care. 

Kiri gave him a nod “She’ll be safe...I’ll call you when we’re done” she said gently. Spider glanced at the girl on the ground one more time and looked up again at Kiri before slowly walking away. 

It felt like hours, days, waiting, pacing, wondering if he had even done the right thing. What if it had all been a trap to get the creature alone so they could finish her? What if they just came out and insisted that she had been too weak? He had nearly overthought himself back into the hut when Ronal walked out with Kiri in tow. The younger Na’vi gave Spider a kind smile. 

“She’s resting, we’ll know in the morning if she’s strong enough or not...for now it’s up to her” Ronali said glancing back at the pale figure laying in a small cocoon of blankets. 

“Thank you...” Spider whispered, he was truly thankful and the relief on his face was clear. 

Once the others were gone Spider quietly walked back towards the hut and sat down inside. His new found companion was wrapped in a blanket, her wounds cleaned and her hair gently falling in a halo around her head. Spider found himself just watching her, she was breathtaking and he was almost certain at any moment she would just evaporate into a figment of his imagination, 

A few minutes went by and she stirred, her emerald eyes flickering around the unfamiliar room before settling on him. She awarded him a gentle smile as her hand moved slowly to grasp his. She knew he had saved her she just didn’t seem to be able to articulate her thanks. 

“Your name?” she whispered. It was a question, quiet and gentle but sweet and melodic. 

“Most everyone calls me Spider but...my real name is Miles” he said, his heart beating rapidly as he tried to think of what to ask her. He had so many questions. 

“Wh-what is your name?” he finally asked as he watched her eyes flicker around the room once more. 

“Anya” she breathed softly and it was clear that even that small interaction was leaving her exhausted. Spider felt like his breath caught in his throat hearing her name

“Anya” he repeated the word sounding beautiful to his ears. “You’re safe now...rest” he said. He felt her fingers tighten around his hand before she seemed to slip into sleep again. He heard a call for the evening meal but his attention never wavered. He watched her fall asleep knowing he wasn’t leaving her side anytime soon. 

Part 3

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