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tonowarii · 1 year

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Yawne

Pairing: Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan x Fem! Dreamwalker! Reader

Request: Tsu'tey with a dreamwalker reader were they come up with human nicknames for him when they are training become one of the na'vi, and he's confused and asks jake. So when he finds out he starts calling her nicknames that are meant for mates or something in his language. Something that makes the reader flustered. If you want to.

Word count: 2.3k

Warning/s: none really?? just fluff bc tsu'tey <333

Note: tsu'tey i miss u man come back <3 Anyways, likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are much appreciated! Let me know what you think!

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

yawne - beloved

tìyawn - love

You face planted. Hard.

Groaning, you prop yourself up with your elbows. Your face was caked with mud from falling off your direhorse.

“Glad I’m not the only one falling off my ass.” You could hear Jake playfully say as he walked with Neytiri, going somewhere to teach him how to use a bow.

You could hear Neytiri smack him on the arm, muttering something else.

“Yeah, yeah, piss off.” You say with a light chuckle.

“You are not taking this seriously.” Someone spoke from above you.

Looking up, you spot the usual scowl on the man’s face, Tsu’tey. Soon to be olo’eyktan of the Omaticaya clan. The man you wanted to choke the living daylights of, at the same time he was also the man whom your heart started to beat for.

It was stupid, really, falling in love with your instructor, you knew your stay here would may as well be temporary, but you were going to make the most of it.

“I am, give me a break I just fell off my horse.” You grumble, standing up to meet his eye, well, you still had to look up from the difference in height.

“There are no breaks. How are you going to learn? You Sky People should just go away.”

You knew of his distaste in the Sky People, and you couldn’t blame him. You hated your own kind too. For now, you just played with him.

“I can’t, I know you’d miss me, Casanova.” The edge of your lip curls up in a smirk at the nickname you gave him.

Tsu’tey’s brow knitted together at confusion for the said nickname, yet he ignores it, jerking his head towards the horse. “Again.”

All you could do was sigh and hop on the direhorse again.

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As you got used to Tsu’tey being by your side, the nicknames you gave him started to get worse. However, you enjoyed the grumpy look on the warrior, it made you laugh.

“Where are we going now, Romeo?” You asked, trailing behind him through the forest, holding your bow.

You could hear his tall figure let out a ‘Tch’ before he kept going.

“Not even going to answer me, Romeo? Oh, you pain me.” You giggle.

“I do not understand what you are saying, woman.” Tsu’tey said, stopping and finally looking at you.

“That’s why it makes things more exciting, don’t you think? Since we’re spending all this time together.” You speak nonchalantly. Tsu’tey couldn’t believe how lively you were being.

And the worst part is? He’s enjoying it.

None of the young hunters he had trained had the personality like you, no. It was either they were too focused, which Tsu’tey liked, but the others were too scared or often other female na’vi would just flirt with him.

But he would rather feed himself to a viperwolf than let you know that he’d been enjoying this little game of nicknames of yours, even if he didn’t know what it meant. It made all the time spent with you more fun, like he said, lively.

Still, he was always reminded that you were one of the Sky People, another dreamwalker on their planet. But why was he feeling a certain way when you smile at him?

When you perfected something he taught you, why does he want to go to you and congratulate you by holding your hand and smiling at you?

Instead, what he does is nod at you, before making you do it again to make sure. He must remain professional, but why does his instinct crumble when it comes to you?

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“Hold it.” Tsu’tey said to you as you held your drawn bow.

“Higher.” Tsu’tey commanded, but you didn’t follow. He bites the inside of his cheek before grabbing your elbow, your body inches away from his as he raised your elbow at the height it was intended. He never failed to notice the slight dark hue to your cheeks.

He backed away again, wanting to see your form. “ (Correct).”

You smile at him, and he almost smiles back at you.

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The game went on and soon you’ve called him a bunch of names.

It ranged from honey, sweetie, sweetheart, honey bun, and a bunch more that Tsu’tey couldn’t keep up with. It made him curious, why were you calling him like that?

So, there he was one night after a feast, his eyes trailed to you. You were wearing their clothes and you looked even beautiful. You were currently laughing about something with Neytiri when the curiosity of his mind got the better of him.

Thankfully, Jake was just right beside him.

“I have a question, JakeSully.” He said to the man who seemed quite busy stuffing his mouth with food.

“Oh, sure. What’s up?”

Tsu’tey suddenly debated whether he should really be asking Jake. But as since the two of you were from the same kind, he figured he knows much more a lot about it than the others.

“(Y/N) keeps calling me things- things I do not understand.” Tsu’tey said.

“Oh? What things?” Jake replied.

“What does ‘honey bunch’ mean?”

At that, Jake could swear he inhaled some of his food as he broke out into a laugh.

Tsu’tey frowned, does it mean something bad? Were you making fun of him the whole time?

“Man, didn’t know she had it in her.” Jake laughed.

“What does it mean?” Tsu’tey said, slightly tightening his grip on the strap of his holster, awaiting Jake’s answer.

“Well, it’s a nickname, I know you know that. But its you know, something you call your… how do I put this?” Jake thought. “Like its something you call your mate only.”

Tsu’tey then felt his grip loosen at Jake’s words. All this time you were calling him names that were meant for your beloved.

Tsu’tey’s mouth went agape for a moment, before gulping and nodding. “Ah, I see.”

“Its also a way for her to tell you that she likes you, trust me, I know her.” Jake said before going back to eating and talking with the other na’vi.

He inhales, his eyes finding their way back to you, to his surprise, your eyes met his.

Then you smiled and waved at him.

He didn’t know how to respond, so he moves away from your gaze, busying himself with his thoughts that he missed your frown at being ignored.

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You and Tsu’tey now sat in front of each other, under one of the highest branches in hometree.

He was teaching you how to speak na’vi.

“Nam’ake.” Tsu’tey said.

“Namate.” You repeated but Tsu’tey shook his head.

“Nam’ake.” He repeated.

“Nam’ake.” You said.

“Good.”

There was that smile of yours again. “You are learning well, tìyawn.” He smiles smugly at your confused face.

“What does that mean?” You ask him as he shrugged, smirking. “Hey, no fair, since when did you also start calling me names, huh?” You spoke.

“You started it first.” He was now being playful with you, which was a new thing , still, you enjoyed it, getting to see this side of Tsu’tey.

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You just finally had your first kill as you closed your eyes, thanking a silent prayer to Eywa before mercy killing the hexapede in front of you with your dagger.

Tsu’tey watched, a proud smile on his face as you learned well from him.

“You are ready, yawne.”

You open your eyes again to look at him. “You got to tell me what that means.” You say, standing up, sheathing your dagger back into its holster.

“Maybe one day.” He replies.

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After countless days, you were now ready to be signified as one of the people, one of the Omaticaya.

Tsu’tey and Neytiri traced the white liquid onto you and Jake’s body.

You could feel yourself shiver as Tsu’tey’s hand dips into the bowl then traced a line down your lips. You could feel his concentration. You didn’t miss how his fingers lingered on your lips before removing them.

Tsu’tey was proud of you. Once you walked out with Jake, you could see all of the Omaticaya turn their heads towards the two of you. It made you shiver, you heart spiking as you made your way down.

You and Jake were still beside each other as Eytukan was in front of you. “You are now a son and daughter of Omaticaya.” He spoke in Na’vi. You stare at his gentle gaze. “You are part of The People.”

Eytukan both laid a hand on yours and Jake’s shoulder. You could feel yourself becoming one with them. Not just a person in an avatar body, but as truly one of the people. You see Neytiri clasps her hand on Jake’s body, a proud smile on her face, making you smile too.

Then you suddenly feel two rough, calloused hands rest their place on your shoulder and you immediately recognize who it was.

Tsu’tey.

And then a big feast was yet again held, celebrating becoming one with the people as you and Jake were now warmly welcomed by the others.

“Come, come dance with us!” Neytiri said, pulling you up from your sitting position. Your eyes widened as you gasped. “Neytiri, I’m no dancer!” You said, dark hue tinting your cheeks.

Neytiri smiled yet she was persistent as you already found yourself standing and being pulled along with her.

Tsu’tey didn’t miss the scene as his eyes followed yours, he watched as you began to dance along with the Omaticaya women. His eyes only focusing on your figure. He watched how you went from doing small moves into finally feeling yourself as your hips dipped and swayed to the drumming.

His eyes were only pried away when one of his friends talked to him.

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After finishing the dance, you laugh, out of breath as you and Neytiri conversed, making your way back to your original spot. You had a few drinks in your system that you didn’t even realize was possible, leaving your face lightly flushed and feeling confident.

Reaching the destination giggling to yourselves, Neytiri playfully shoved you against Tsu’tey’s front. You gasped as your hands placed themselves on his broad chest to stop the impact as his arms instinctively reached out to catch you.

“Enjoy (Y/N).” Neytiri teases before going to Jake, pulling him up from his seat and dragging him somewhere. You gasp at her, laughing to yourself, not realizing a certain warrior was now holding your almost intoxicated self.

Your attention was now turned to Tsu’tey as you looked up at him. “Hi.” You greet with a sheepish smile, your hands still on his chest., lingering there for a few seconds before you retracted it, the same with Tsu’tey’s arms.

You then tried to move beside him to sit when he suddenly grabbed your arm, making you stop and look up at him again, your breath hitching in your throat.

“(Y/N).” He said your name with his thick accent, his voice almost lower than its usual tone. “Hmm?” You inquired. Before you know it, he was leading you somewhere away from the people… somewhere secluded yet beautiful as the bioluminescence glowed and you could hear the trinkling of water somewhere nearby.

Tsu’tey did not know what he was doing, but he guessed it was time to say it, before everything was too late.

But he feels his words melt away as he saw you standing there, your hair was down in cascading waves from them being trapped in a braid for too long, you were wearing a top adorned with little flowers and vines as they littered your chest. You were looking around, your face in awe, admiring the flowers that glowed and the ground beneath you glow as you stepped.

Think straight. Tsu’tey tells himself.

Moving towards you, he reaches for your arm.

You glance at him with a smile. “It’s beautiful here.”

“(Y/N).” He speaks again. You listen.

“You are one of the people now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree,” He began, but the next thing he was going to say felt heavy on his chest. He looks into your eyes to find you staring at him. He opens his mouth.

“And you may now choose a man. The Omaticaya has made men into fine warriors, protectors, like Atsìì.” He spoke.

You recognized Atsìì, also one of the fine warriors in the Omaticaya clan.

But the way your face lit up at the mention of his name made Tsu’tey regret mentioning him.

“I know him,” you say, making Tsu’tey’s ear twitch but he ignores the gnawing feeling in his stomach. “But I don’t see him that way.”

He instantly felt relieved that he almost let out a sigh, he almost gave himself away.

“But there is this fine warrior.” You spoke, never taking your eyes off him as he listened.

“A very fine warrior who has a strong heart.” The drinks you had were really taking its effect on you as you slowly smiled at him.

“And he has taught me many things,” You decide to push your luck and place your hands on his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart as you inch your face close to his. “He taught me how to love.”

Tsu’tey’s hand rests themselves on your hips as he fully realized who you were talking about. You were talking about him. Him.

A proud smile slowly makes its way to his lips, his fangs showing as his tail flicked behind him. “I taught you how to love, hm?”

You nod, smiling at him. “You did, tìyawn.”

Tsu’tey’s head tilt at you upon hearing the word. You giggle, coming closer as he leaned down, your lips almost brushing his.

“Two can play at that game.” You whisper before his head dips and your lips connect.

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strongheartneteyam · 8 months

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Realize where you belong.

Chapter 9

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!dreamwalker!reader/female!human!reader

CW: wholesome fluff, a good amount of angst, lo'ak being nosy lol jk he's genuinely trying to look after neteyam, descriptions of masturbation, TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of depressive symptoms, reader meeting neteyam in her avatar body, neteyam and reader vent to each other about their struggles, sensitive themes, hurt/comfort, cuddling, sexual tension, kissing, sexual content, mentions of sexual fluids, neteyam slightly begging to mate with reader, foreplay (i don't know if it counts but it definitely is teasing in a sexual way). Tell me if I missed something ♡

Hello, my cute little readers! I got a little better in terms of my fibro flare up and have been feeling a little better emotionally/mentally these days, so, I was able to write again. There's a slight chance that some paragraphs are a bit confusing. I didn't fully proofread it. I'm sorry, my babies, I'm really tired right now, really achy, still. And I'm extremely hungry and there's some delicious homemade orange cake in front of me waiting to be eaten 😍 I've already eaten two pieces of it and drank a full cup of coffee with milk but I NEED to eat more bc I'm still starving and I love cake and coffee 🤤 idk about other countries but it's a tradition that we have here in Brazil to eat cake and drink coffee, together 🤍 anyways I gotta shut up now lol Hope you enjoy this chapter! I'd love to read your lovely comments down below 👉🏻👈🏻 I love y'all SO MUUUCH 😘

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Chapter 8

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No way out of your quicksand

But I can breathe underneath

Take your love, cover me

Pull me down, pull me down

You are wonderful

You've taken all of my heart

It was so worth the fall

Don't let go

Quicksand (Bridgit Mendler)

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Today you felt anxious but excited. It was your first day off in a week. You were gonna Dreamwalk in your Avatar today. But you were not gonna be on a solo mission this time. Neteyam would be by your side. You two had planned to meet each other next to the river you always loved to play in. You had always loved running water.

Having Neteyam around felt like a breath of fresh air to you since you never truly felt at home amidst other human beings and, after so many years, it started to feel like a joke to you to insist on trying to fit into a society that seemed to not even want you there, in the first place. Most people behaved towards you like you were weird in some way. Neteyam never made you feel that way. You did not know if it was in view of the fact that he was na'vi or if it was just because he was in love with you.

You had always preferred to live among plants, insects, songs, books, animals… on your own little world, since you were a little girl. Everybody used to call you a daydreamer, saying you had your head on the clouds. When you were a child, you did not let that get under your skin. That's the beauty of childhood wonder, it has a lot of wisdom in it that we seem to forget, once we start growing up. Your little self never cared about those "demonstrations of care and concern" (that were nothing but condescending criticism and you never understood why people tried to conceal that fact if it was so obvious) because you knew you were not crazy or completely oblivious to reality like they used to say. Your fun and whimsical inner world was what felt like home to you, not the everyday mundane routine, the protocols that seemed ridiculously stupid to you, the shallow conversations and gossip… the over-all human society. It fucking sucked, if you were going to be totally honest.

It's not that you hated your own kind. No. It's just that you hated the way they built their empires, throughout history, the tainted legacy the ancestors left for the ones to come in the future - like a dying Planet, for example -, because of their own stupidity and recklessness.

You knew you were not harming anyone - yourself included - despite always engaging in daydreaming, all alone, with your earbuds on or just staring at a beautiful landscape and your grip on reality was still in check. Your grip on reality was actually so tight, your fingers would get hurt and start to bleed sometimes, because reality is a double bladed sword. It keeps you safe and stable, it is needed for you to not go bonkers, but it also cuts you deep with its sharp edges.

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Neteyam prepared to go out today to meet you during the day for the first time after the both of you became mates. It was just like Eywa had blessed him as he was able to finish all his duties to the clan and his training a little earlier than the usual today. Or maybe the Great Mother had nothing to do with it and it was all Neteyam making the greatest effort ever just to be able to spend some time with you in the daylight and finally see you in your na'vi body again. He missed seeing you like that. He missed the way your tail would wag softly showing you were feeling happy, he missed looking at your stripes and thinking they were the most beautiful stripes he had ever seen and most of all, he missed admiring the way you loved his planet, the way you respected and appreciated Eywa instead of hurting her.

When Neteyam was taking his bow and arrows and putting them on his back, ready to go into the woods to meet you, Lo'ak approached him, suspicious.

"Where are you going, bro?"

"To the forest. Maybe I can hunt for some food and if I'm lucky I'll bring us some good meat for dinner." Neteyam smiled and gave his younger brother a head pat, rapidly walking out of the Sully's hut door

Lo'ak wanted to yell something to his older brother, something like "I know there's something you're not telling me" but he did not. If Neteyam was hiding something, it would probably not be something that would harm him - Neteyam. Everybody knew how responsible - to the point of being annoying, sometimes - Neteyam was. Lo'ak used to get Neteyam into trouble all the time back when they were just teenagers and he was trying not to do that as much as he used to, even though he was not exactly doing a great job - he was doing a terrible job, actually - but he was still trying. He would still keep an eye on his older brother - "It seems like the tables have turned, huh?" Lo'ak thought - but he would leave him alone to do whatever he was going to do in the forest. He knew Neteyam did not have much free time for himself and he sometimes felt sorry for him, seeing him so tired and even stressed out really often because of his Olo'eyktan to be training and his responsibilities as the older brother. Lo'ak used to hold some grudges on his older brother when he was younger but now he understood that Neteyam actually struggled a lot too.

Neteyam pretended to not notice anything when he was leaving home but he did not fail to see the mistrust on Lo'ak's face. That was something he would have to deal with sooner than he wanted to, he acknowledged. He also thought about how his mother would react when she eventually finds out that her son, the future Olo'eyktan of their tribe, was in a relationship with a human girl. Neteyam did not want to disappoint his mother. He knew how proud she was of him and it hurt to think that she could start to think badly of him. He tried his hardest to whoosh those thoughts away.

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The Pandoran sun shone bright up in the sky, its rays reflecting on your bioluminescent freckles, making them a little more evident on your skin. The soothing sound of the leaves dancing with the pleasant wind and the water running in the nearby river filled the atmosphere around you. You walked slowly towards Neteyam, adrenaline dancing around in your belly in a bittersweet motion.

When Neteyam looked at you, it was like lightning had struck him. Not a destructive kind of lightning but a good one, sweet in its intensity, falling strongly all over him. Neteyam was seeing you in your Avatar for the first time after you had become his mate.

Your mouth was somewhat open, revealing your upper teeth and your na'vi (Avatar?) fangs. Your gaze revealed how much you had anticipated that moment, how much you stayed up when you should be sleeping, thinking about finally being able to see the look in Neteyam's face when he saw you in your Avatar. You knew he had watched you while you were Dreamwalking too many times before but you never got to see the admiration in his eyes when he did so as he had been stalking you, not letting you know he was around. You had wished to see his beautiful golden eyes captivated by you for so long. You wanted to feel pretty and desired like that. And now you were finally experiencing it as Neteyam looked almost dumb with enchantment while he stared at you. But cute dumb, you know? So damn cute…

You stared back at him as you took the last steps towards the place where he stood, as if he was frozen.

Neteyam felt like he was not able to move as he took in how beautiful you looked. He had never seen your na'vi body so close to his own body and it felt overwhelmingly good to do so. His sweet yawne finally belonged to him and he could now touch you and hold you in the physical form he found you most beautiful in. It's not like he did not think you were madly beautiful and hot in your human body, he always wanted to pin you down and make love to you while he was close to your human form, but nothing compared to seeing you in your na'vi form, the form where you smiled the most, where you seemed so much more alive and full of lust for experiencing the world around you. That made you even prettier. Happiness looked pretty on you.

Neteyam was na'vi and his people did not have as many severe mental struggles like humans did but there were rare cases where some na'vi who went through terrible trauma in their lives did become uninterested in fighting their dark thoughts and they did become extremely depressed, though they could be cured from that illness through rituals that healed the spirit, performed by their clan's Tsahìk.

Neteyam was not blind or oblivious to things that were obvious to the naked eye. He knew that nobody would break down and cry as often as you did, only minutes after waking up in the morning, while getting ready for work etc if this person was not in an enormous amount of pain, the kind of pain that made them wish to disappear and never be found again. Thinking about his mate feeling that kind of sorrow made him feel like his heart was being torn into pieces, blood spilling from it like water spills from a fountain.

The reason why Neteyam was so determined to convince you to transfer your consciousness to your na'vi body forever was not some selfish wish, it was not just because he wanted to take you to his tribe and have you be his mate, be able to bond with you through tsaheylu every night and get to love your body, sharing his affection and sexual pleasure with you as well as feeling your own through the bond - even though that thought did wake up a raw, intense desire and need inside of him and he just could not stop himself from fantasizing about that while stroking his cock when he could be all by himself without any chance of disturbance. Neteyam also wanted to give you the opportunity to live a blissful and fulfilling life, a life where you would laugh way more often than cry. If he knew someone that deserved nothing less than that, that person was you.

If in the worst case scenario, you still felt so bad after you had your consciousness transferred to your na'vi body, Neteyam planned to ask his mother to perform a ritual that heals the spirit on you. Thinking about that, he suddenly felt anxious and he felt his heart tightening inside his chest. Neteyam had been trying not to worry about the fact that it would be extremely hard to convince his mother to accept you as his mate and perform the ritual of transference of consciousness on you but that thought had been eating him alive constantly, ever since he talked to you for the first time, outside of the laboratory’s kitchen window.

"Hi, muntxatan." (male mate) Neteyam's heart started beating quickly and it almost came out of his throat when he heard you calling him your mate in his people's language as you stopped in front of him and smiled widely, your eyes narrowing slightly. Those torturing thoughts about his mother trying to tear the both of you apart quickly were washed away from his mind by your presence. It was hypnotizing to him.

"Yawntu… You're just so beautiful. So insanely beautiful." Neteyam smiled, his eyes shining, still bewitched by you, and pushed you roughly against his body. He hugged you tighter than he ever did before since he knew he wouldn't hurt you by doing so when you're Dreamwalking. The size difference between the both of you was not that substantial anymore. His chin rested on the top of your head as he held you strongly against his body.

His roughness did not hurt you, on the contrary, it made you feel safe and protected to have his big - currently not huge, just big - arms around you, keeping your body close as your head was against his chest, your eyes shut and you could hear his heart beating fast. It made you indescribably happy to know that you were the reason for that quick heartbeat. You curled your lips up, smiling peacefully.

Peace. You spent so much time without feeling that but, after you accepted becoming Neteyam's mate, finally defeating your cruel fears, you started to feel peaceful way more often than you had ever felt in your life, even more often than you did when you were little.

Neteyam distanced your bodies a bit, still putting his hands on the sides of your arms, right below your shoulders and announced:

"Come! There's a place I wanna take you to." He took your hand and started walking in front of you, excitedly leading you somewhere

"Where are you taking me?" You smiled and chuckled softly, curious

"You'll see." It was all he said

Neteyam made you feel excited about little things, like you were just a child again, a feeling you hadn't felt in so, so long. After Neteyam came to your life, it was like he painted vivid colors on your once all too white and dull canvas. You almost shivered at the reminder that you nearly ruined your chance to have a love so pure and true such as this one because of fear of the unknown and refusal of getting out of your comfort zone.

After walking through the rainforest with you for a little while, Neteyam stopped in front of a tall, large tree and you soon recognized it. Its branches had clusters that were full of some beautiful fruits that reminded you of blueberries that used to exist on Earth, before they went extinct.

"Here. Do you recognize this tree? I've seen you look at it so many times. Were you wondering if the yovo fruits are safe to eat?"

"Yeah." You smiled bashfully "They look delicious."

"And they are. They're safe to eat, yawne. We can eat some now, if you want to." Neteyam smiled kindly at you. The fact that he remembered small details about you made your heart melt.

"I'd love that, Teyam."

Neteyam smiled, unbelieving.

"What did you call me?"

"Teyam…?" You furrowed your eyebrows "It's just a nickname I came up with for you… Do you hate it?" You contorted your features in a way that showed him you were feeling slightly insecure and embarrassed

"No! I love it, yawntutsyìp! I love it." He smiled and chuckled "I just wasn't expecting it. I love that my muntxate is calling me by a special nickname. Feels intimate." Neteyam came closer to you and held your face with both his beautiful strong blue hands

You looked up at his face with doe eyes and waited as you knew what was coming. You could feel it. The sneaky butterflies started flying inside your belly again.

Neteyam kissed you slowly, crushing his soft wet lips against yours. He pressed his lips on your mouth again and again for a short amount of time but it was enough to make your legs feel weak.

"Come, oeyä muntxate. I'll help you climb the tree."

Neteyam did as he said and soon enough you both were sitting on the wooden "floor" of the tree, sharing yovo fruits and eating them.

You two started to chill and talk about everyday life. It felt so good. It felt familiar, just like any relationship you had had before with a human guy, but better. So much better. Your alien boyfriend - mate? It felt so weird to say it like that… - made you feel things that none of your ex human boyfriends could ever dream to do. Neteyam made you feel understood. He did not judge you. He made you feel at home. Neteyam was becoming home for you.

You started to tell him how sad and done with everything you sometimes felt. Well, not sometimes… It happened all the time, even though it got better now that Neteyam was in your life. But you did not want to make him worry about you.

"You know, sometimes I feel like that too."

"What do you mean?" You questioned

"Like there's so much chaos inside that I just wanna talk to someone and vent. But I'm always so busy. There never seems to be time to find someone to do that with."

You were slightly surprised.

"Yeah, me too. Always too busy." You sighed "And exhausted, to be honest. Both physically and mentally."

"Well, I do have way more stamina than humans do" You laughed at Neteyam's teasing "But some nights I come home from training and after taking care of my siblings, really, really tired too. And I don't mean only physically."

"We have some stuff in common, don't we?" You pointed out, smiling

"We certainly do." He smiled back

You felt good knowing that.

Neteyam laid on the floor, right by your side.

"I'm full" He let out a laugh that sounded lovely in your ears while stroking his stomach.

"Me too." You laid on the floor too, just like Neteyam had just done. Your belly felt pleasantly filled up "But these fruits are so good I'd still eat a dozen of them." You playfully said, laughing

"Do you want more? I can get you some more." Neteyam gently offered

"No, it's okay, Teyam. I'm good for now." You smiled at him

Neteyam smiled back, showing no teeth, a soft, enamored look in his feline amber eyes.

You two spent some time together in comfortable silence.

"Oeyä muntxate?"

"Yeah?" You looked at him and let out a relaxed sigh, smiling softly

"Oel ngati kameie." He said, with vulnerable sincerity in his eyes

It seemed like he was gazing inside your very soul. Like his golden eyes could see something in you nobody else could. Like he saw who you truly were. Like Neteyam saw the good and bad and the ugly and the greatness and the doubts and the fears and the uniqueness and the ordinary parts of you, like he saw all of you, and it did not scare him off to see your dark side. You could feel he was staying for both your virtues and your vices. And maybe that's what "Oel ngati kameie" meant, when said to the one you're choosing to be your mate. Means connecting to someone in a raw, deep way, a way that nobody else is able to. A way that allows you to see the other person's flaws but not be afraid of them and try to find a way out. A way that allows you to see the grace in every little detail that that other soul has, to see the beauty in them that they themselves could never see.

"Oel ngati kameie…" You finally said, smiling, still not believing he had said those words to you

Neteyam smiled brightly while gazing into your eyes. He always looked deep inside your eyes… It felt almost too much but it still had just the right amount of intensity for it to be deliciously alluring instead of overwhelming.

Neteyam took your hand and intertwined your fingers on his. You felt the touch of his warm hand burning your skin in a pleasant way. After a few seconds, he kissed the back of your hand tenderly. You kept staring at both your hands glued together for a while.

"I wanna cuddle with you, oeyä muntxate." His voice brought your attention back to his face.

You could hear nervousness and need in his tone.

"Sure, yawne."

You were starting to really like calling Neteyam by na'vi pet names. The na'vi language was incredibly pleasing to the ears, in your opinion.

Neteyam started moving your body carefully, so you could lay on your side and when you obeyed, laying in said position, he himself laid on his side and pulled you in, making your body be as close to his as he could, your ass against his clothed member.

Your lungs started to do a poor job at helping you breathe now that the both of you were so close. You got nervous as you two had, yes, cuddled before, when you were in your human body, but he was never behind you like that, his body glued to yours. You knew he could feel your ass on his cock. Your heart was beating at the speed of light.

It did not take long for you to start to feel Neteyam was now fully erect, his cock pressed against your ass. You felt the inner walls of your pussy start to twitch and you got all wet, your juices spreading over your panties. Neteyam was so big and thick and your body responded like crazy to him.

It was a violent, invincible desire that made Neteyam cling so much to you, all the time. It would burn his insides, making him yearn for you, for your touch, for your warmth. There was no rational explanation inside his head for it. Neteyam could not understand it, he could only feel it covering all his being, exuding from his eyes whenever he looked at you, touched you, kissed you… He knew you could tell how much he was thirsty for you almost all the time. But Neteyam did not care about being so vulnerable. He wanted you to know what you did to him. Maybe like that you would surrender sooner and give yourself to him completely already. He felt so impatient. Everyday it was getting harder and harder for him to not take you in his arms and mate with you. This wait was killing him, day by day. It was like a slow and agonizing death. And now that he could smell your sweet juices so vividly, he felt like he could no longer hold back.

Neteyam pushed you even closer to him. You whimpered softly, the feeling of his huge, girthy cock pressed against your butt was divine.

Neteyam got you crazily wet just so quickly that it never failed to surprise you. He was like quicksand to you; you could try and run as much as you wanted but you would always end up being swallowed by his love.

"I need you so much, muntxate…" He cried out softly in your ear while rubbing his hard cock on your ass. "You're all wet for me. You smell so good, it's intoxicating." He sniffed the air, savoring your natural scent just like it was the most mouthwatering thing he had ever felt filling his sensitive nostrils "Please, lemme make you mine completely, my sweet yawne. Please…"

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neteyamssyulang · 5 months

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Biting/Marking

Day 1

Pairing: Jake sully x Fem omaticaya reader

Summary: Your parents never liked Jake so they chose a different mate for you, unfortunately Jake didn’t care and took you anyway.

Warnings: Dom Jake, Sub reader, Possesive Jake, P in V, Voyeurism, Creampie, Marking, Use of daddy.

Word count: 593

Translation(s): Ngaytxoa slä oe kin ne zasrìn ngati 'ite for a swaw -> Sorry but I need to borrow your daughter for a moment, Sempu tsal lu hìno, oe rnua lu txal -> Dad it is fine, I’ll be back, Knalu, oe’lu engati mlea engati -> Fuck, I’m yours all yours.

A/N: I know it’s pretty short but I’ll write as much as I can for these <3

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You knew Jake was possessive, ever since you met him he was possessive over you while also trying to prove his worth as a mate.

Your parents never liked him since he was a dreamwalker so they promised you to another, Akwey.

Now Akwey was a good man and would surely be a good potential mate but you didn’t love him, your heart belonged to Jake.

Communal dinner was here, like always you sat with with your parents around the bonfire engaging in small conversations when your dads face suddenly turned cold.

Confused you looked behind you to see Jake walking over towards where you and your family were “Ngaytxoa slä oe kin ne zasrìn ngati 'ite for a swaw” he spoke softly at your parents.

Your mother all for it nodded her head but your dad scowled “Sempu tsal lu hìno, oe rnua lu txal” smiling you gave your father and mother a hug before walking off with Jake.

He led you far away enough from the village then stopped walking turning to face you “So what did you need?” You asked softly.

“You” he growled pushing you up against a tree smashing his lips against yours in a rough kiss.

His hands roamed down your sides till they found the ties of your loincloth, deciding fuck it he ripped it clean off your body along with your top sending beads everywhere.

“Jake! Now how am I su-” he cut you off with a kiss as he lifted you off the ground by your thighs, using one hand to hold you up he used his free one moving his loincloth to the side letting his hard cock spring free.

Wasting no time at all he lined himself with your entrance slamming inside you, your eyes rolled back as your arms moved to wrap around his neck.

“That’s it.. such a good girl for me” Jake praised littering kisses and love bites along your neck and chest. What you didn’t know was that Akwey was watching from the trees, glaring at both you and Jake.

You were supposed to be his mate not this dreamwalkers, well Jake knew he was there. Shifting his head to the side he sent a wink towards the other male while angling his hips hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

Jake was glad he took you far enough ways from the village otherwise they’d be hearing your beautiful moans, they were only reserved for him.

Your orgasm was building up fast, the coil threatening to snap at any moment. “You’re mine, say it!” He panted nibbling on your ear.

That was enough for the coil to suddenly snap “Knalu!, oe’lu engati mlea engati!” You screamed coming undone, your walls convulsing around his shaft making him groan.

“Atta girl” he smiled pulling back to look at you “Can you be a good girl for daddy and give me one more?” He purred picking up his pace.

“Y-yes” you slurred getting already drunk off his cock, pleased with your answer Jake nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck sucking and nipping at it.

A silent scream left your lips as you came once more shaking in his hold, panting Jake couldn’t hold back any longer spilling his seed inside of you as his fangs sank into your neck marking you as his own.

After a few moments he unlatched from your neck lapping at a few drops of blood from your wound, “All mine princess” he sighed happily kissing your face all over making you giggle.

#bubbleskinkmas2023🫧#avatar kinkmas #jake sully x omaticaya!reader #neteyamssyulang #jake sully smut #comments really appreciated #please like and reblog #followmypage

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running-tweezers · 5 months

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Good Morning

A short Damien/Huxley ficlet that wouldn’t leave my head until I put it out into the world

(This is also my very first post on ao3 if you’d like to read it there)

Damien’s relationship with sleep had always been less than ideal.

Until now.

Damien’s relationship with sleep had always been less than ideal.

Even as a kid, he spent nights awake, under his comforter reading library books by flashlight, listening intently for his mom’s footsteps down the hallway. It was an escape, a time when he could be alone, with no eyes on him. No one around to expect anything of him. He could forget about that less than stellar mark on his history test and his mom’s disappointed glance, and just lose himself in a story. No stakes. No pressure. The night was his time.

He would eventually wake in the morning, with his book still in hand and the flashlight on the floor, with only the foggiest memories of drifting to sleep.

Growing into a teenager, that expectation started to cling to him, refusing to loosen its grip. It dug its claws into what was previously his only hours of peace. The quiet freedom of the darkness was traded for late night study sessions. The reading he did for his own joy was traded for dull textbooks, impenetrable blocks of information to brute force into his head. He had to. He had no other choice.

After those nights, he would startle awake at the sound of his alarm. His back and neck twisted into impossible painful positions, his head planted on the desk, with no recollection of when he finally gave out.

Nowadays, he wished he could say with confidence that those late nights were behind him. A good sleep schedule was important, and he knew that. But old habits die hard. The problem was never staying asleep. Once he was out, he stayed that way. The issue was falling asleep in the first place. It was still all too common for him to glance at his phone after hours of tossing and turning to see 3 AM staring back at him in the bright light.

He had tried everything. He diligently monitored his screen time before bed, and saw no improvement. Changing the temperature of the room did nothing, his core always kept him warm anyway. He wasn’t skilled enough at dreamwalking magic to do any good. Counting sheep was laughable. Breathing exercises proved useless. Taking melatonin worked alright for a while, but night after night he could feel the effectiveness waning. Earplugs, ASMR, chamomile tea, aromatherapy, there was nothing he wasn't willing to try. And nothing made a bit of difference.

Except one.

Huxley had no problems with sleep. Within minutes of his head hitting the pillow, he was out like a light. Sleeping like a rock. It would almost be funny if it didn’t make him so jealous. Falling asleep that quickly seemed unfathomable to him, but since moving in with Hux, he got to witness it every night.

But that wasn’t all he got.

Now he had Huxley’s arm draped over his waist. The soft sensation of skin pressed up against his back. The rise and fall of his chest. That quiet, rhythmic breathing had started to lull Damien closer to sleep without even trying. He sunk deeper and deeper under the gentle weight of that arm around him. When Hux pulled him closer, curling around him, it only pulled him further into drowsiness. Huxley’s lips absently brushing the top of his head was the final push over the edge into a peaceful night.

Now when he wakes he’s content and well rested, as he rolls over to see an already smiling face. The first thing he hears is that deep, sleepy morning voice that immediately fills him with more warmth than even his core can provide.

“Mornin’ Dames.”

And damn, did that ever make it a good morning.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted damien #redacted huxley #damihux #I’m officially back in the fanfiction game #also I typed this with one hand as I am Injured™️#but I had to finish it anyway #also I have never projected my own problems onto a character #idk what you’re talking about #marisa writes

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pipipyuni · 1 year

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@evelinakostina asked: Hello, sorry to bother you, I hope this fits the criteria, you can write something about tsu'tey and the avatar girl, where tsu'tey is trying to take care of the reader, but she does not understand his hints because where she comes from is taken care of in a completely different way. Have a nice day

In Sickness and in Health

wc: 1941

gender: fem

cw(s): none! all fluff

pairing: tsu'tey x dreamwalker!reader

an: IM SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED YESTERDAY BUT I WAS FARMING THE LUNAR REVEL PASS ON LEAGUE WITH FRIENDS SAJDOJSA. anyway i think i deviated a little too much from the request, i'm sorry

content can be read below the cut!

You never knew that your avatar body could get sick.

It was a strange feeling, to say the least. One moment you’re fine, then the next you’re sweating bullets, head pounding as you lean on a tree to steady yourself. Neytiri–ever the dear–is by your side in an instant. Her fingers trace your lips, counting your rapid breaths before placing her palm flat against your forehead.

Clicking her tongue, she scoops you up, quickly weaving through the dense forest all the way back to the village. She tucks you closer to her chest as she nears the village, hiding you from the curious gazes of the people–Tsu’tey in particular.

He could deny it all he wanted, but she could see the way his ears flattened and his tail whipped around restlessly whenever you were in the vicinity, whether it was in your frail human form, or this one. By some grace of the Great Mother, you had yet to notice the usually spiteful warrior’s affection for you–or perhaps you have, she’s not one to pry.

“Sylwanin would not hate you for loving someone else, Tsu’tey.”

Neytiri recalls the look of shock that painted his face. From the comically dark indigo hue that covered his cheeks to the dilated pupils that swam with far too many emotions for her to pinpoint. It was quite funny to her, seeing someone as poised as Tsu’tey fumbling like a newborn ikran under the speculation of being in love. She would have never guessed he would do so for a dreamwalker; a sky demon.

The affection he holds for you is one she hasn’t seen from him in a long time, despite being betrothed to him not long after the death of her older sister.

Hence why she simply just can’t allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state. She just knows the prospect of losing yet another one of his loved ones would surely break down the walls Tsu’tey tries so hard to keep up.

Okay…perhaps she’s being a tad dramatic, but she can just picture the deep scowl that would tug at his lips if he were to catch sight of you. She’s already rolling her eyes at the thought of his lecture as she enters her mother’s quarters.

Mo’at flitters about the small space, mixing herbs and mumbling prayers beneath her breath. Neytiri watches her mother work for a moment, unable to find a moment to interrupt. However, when she feels your breaths become labored against her chest, she clears her throat loudly.

Mo’at’s soft chanting comes to an abrupt stop as she turns to face her daughter.

“Oel ngati kameie, sa’nok.”

“Oel ngati kameie, maite. What brings you here?” The Tsahik tilts her head, knowing gaze falling to your weakened form.

Neytiri shifts her weight between her feet, licking her lips as her narrowed eyes meet your closed ones, “I am not sure what happened. She had been doing fine for most of our hunt, and suddenly she collapses.”

Humming, Mo’at motions her daughter closer with a flick of her wrist, repeating the same motions that Neytiri had done previously. With her palm on your forehead, she takes a deep breath, allowing Eywa’s visions to pass behind her eyelids. When she opens her eyes, she’s met with Neytiri’s impatient ones. They were just like her father’s, she notes bittersweetly, but she answers her daughter’s unasked question nonetheless.

“She will be okay, my daughter. Just as it has come, her sickness will pass.”

Neytiri’s shoulders slump with relief, but they are immediately tense once again when her ears catch wind of someone else entering her mother’s hut. She turns to hiss at the sudden intrusion but is silenced by her mother’s raised arm.

“Tsu’tey,” her mother starts, “oel ngati kameie.”

Cursing beneath her breath, Neytiri moves to hide you from the warrior’s sight. The man in question dips his head respectfully to the Tsahik, bringing his hand up before motioning to her.

His gaze drifts to Neytiri, who offers a small nod in return. There’s movement in her arms, but she turns away before he can get a better look. Mo’at then steps between him and her daughter, further blocking his view.

“Why have you come here, my son?” She begins to circle him, lifting his arms and tail in search of any noticeable injuries.

“Saeyla and Ka'ani have fallen ill,” he states, ears twitching curiously when he hears something akin to a cough, but he brushes it off.

He watches as she stalks back to her previous place in the middle of the hut, her face twisting into a pensive expression. His lips part to voice his concerns but is stopped short by a small noise coming from the thing coddled in Neytiri’s arms.

“The hell…? Where am I?”

The voice, though graveled and nasally, was too familiar for him not to be able to recognize. Mo’at sighs upon seeing something spark within Tsu’tey’s eyes, moving aside to allow him passage deeper into her hut, and more importantly, closer to you.

“Neytiri? Fuck, I ruined the hunt, didn’t I?” You groan dramatically, resting your forehead against her torso.

She merely laughs softly, “You are fine, meylan, we can go hunting again once you are all better.” She then turns when she feels Tsu’tey’s glare burning holes into her back, but not before rolling her eyes.

You offer a weak wave in greeting once you meet his gaze. His jaw clenches at the sight of you, fists repeatedly tightening and relaxing at his side in an attempt to ground himself. Your name falls from his lips, almost as if he’s afraid it’s really you. He’s never seen you so…weak before.

It was jarring, frightening, almost. You were usually so strong, keeping up with most of the clan despite your synthetic genetic makeup. And yet, here you were, as weak and frail as your other form.

He steps closer to you and Neytiri, lips parting ever so slightly. Upon noticing his hesitation, Neytiri’s gaze softens further, “She will be okay, brother. Eywa has already declared it.”

His shoulders sag, making him appear much smaller than he actually was.

“That may be true,” Mo’at starts, gaining the attention of the two younger Na’vi, “but she will still require care.” Her gaze falls to Tsu’tey, the beginnings of a small grin pulling at the corner of her lips.

“I will take care of her,” his declaration was firm, and neither of the two women expected the emotionally stunted man to openly voice his concerns. Neytiri smiles, the knowing glint in her eyes causing him to glare at her, hissing softly as he takes you into his arms.

“Oel ngati kameie, Tsu’tey…” With that small greeting, you’re out like a light, resting peacefully in the comforts of Tsu’tey’s arms. He sighs, the gathered tension in his shoulders dissipating at the sight of you at peace.

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The next time you find yourself in your avatar body, you’re still sick, much to your dismay. Though you feel significantly better, your limbs are still weak and your head still pounds with the same persistent headache as before.

Your eyes take in the surroundings, the sight of the unfamiliar hut rousing your confusion. You had expected to wake up in one of the communal hammocks, or at least Mo’at’s hut.

The room was nearly empty, save for the hammock you rested on and a few measly decorations that seemed placed in a vain attempt to fill space. However, despite the almost eerily emptiness of the hut, there was something strikingly familiar with it all. Something so–

The makeshift door to the hut is pushed aside, mid-morning light spilling into the room and nearly blinding you. You squint at the figure in the doorway, ears flattening as you hiss at the headache.

Tsu’tey stands awkwardly in the doorway, seemingly contemplating whether or not he should enter. In his hands, a fresh kill is clutched tightly in one of his hands, while the other holds his bow.

You stare at him questioningly, head tilting slightly as he slowly stalks through the hut. His long legs allow him to make his way to your side in just a few powerful strides. He licks his lips, presenting you the kill similarly to how a child would show their parents their artwork

“I have brought you food.”

You nod slowly, a small smile beginning to make its way to your lips, “Thank you, Tsu’tey.”

Seemingly approving of your response, he lights the small hearth in the center of the hut and begins to cook. The silence between the two of you is comfortable and only broken by the sound of the crackling fire as it licks restlessly at the air.

You only speak when he makes his way back to you, cooked food in hand, “So…this your place?” It was a stupid question, really. Of course this was his place; he wouldn’t be here if it weren’t! Unbothered by your obvious question, he nods as he takes a bite out of his piece of food.

He spares the hut a glance around the room, wincing at the bareness, suddenly feeling self-conscious of it, “I apologize for the lack of decoration. I am not home often…or good at decorating.” He turns away, seemingly embarrassed as he mumbles the last part to himself.

Your giggle brings his attention back to you, his eyes narrow in a glare while his nose scrunches. It’s cute, you think.

“Maybe I could help? I always enjoyed redecorating my college dorm back on Earth.”

Tsu’tey’s eyes widen, taken aback by your bold offer. His lips part, tongue darting out swiftly to wet his lips–an unconscious habit he picked up through the years. He stands abruptly, clearing his throat, much to your confusion.

“I will stand guard outside, you need to rest.”

Before you can ask him what was wrong, he’s already outside. You can see his shadow peeking beneath the makeshift door.

Not even ten minutes later, you hear voices quietly arguing outside the door.

“She is unwell, Jakesully! Go home,” you hear Tsu’tey hiss at the second figure. The shadows shift. The one you assume is Jake’s backs up but still remains in front of the door. You begin making your way over, pushing aside the vines that make up the door despite your weakened state.

“Jake…?” The two men turn at the sound of your voice, and you swear a look of relief crosses Jake’s face when he meets your gaze. He steps forward but is immediately stopped by Tsu’tey, who stands between the two of you and pulls you into his side, his tail thrashing irritatedly behind him. Raising his hands in surrender, Jake’s questioning eyes flicker between you and the warrior blocking his path.

“Hey, I got some medicine from Max,” the former dreamwalker holds up a small container, shaking it. Tsu’tey takes it, glaring at Jake before motioning him to go with a flick of his chin. Your friend complies, but not before giving you a sly grin and a wink.

You turn to look at Tsu’tey, whose glare remains fixed on where Jake had previously stood.

You snort at his pinched expression, laying a hand on his chest. He gingerly places his free hand above yours. Your breath hitches in your throat, gaze snapping to meet his own. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against your own, breath intermingling with yours as his heartbeat picks up beneath your hand. For a moment the two of you gaze into each other's eyes.

And for the first time in the last few days, you felt at peace.

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ronwestbreeze · 1 year

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TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: bury your old life, my friend

word count: 2.3k

warnings: a little nsfw toward the end but not explicit.

author's note: i am not a smut writer and this will probably be the only time i would write it lol. anyway, hope y'all enjoy!

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Watching your former body be carried toward a grave in the most beautiful ceremony you had ever witnessed was morbid to say the least.

And as you walked in a line of Omatikaya people, few of which were carrying a larger leaf where your body lay, you couldn’t help but wish this was private. Something like this was meant to be grieved away from watchful eyes, closure meant for only you.

But you did not mind this at the end of the day. The last thing you wanted was to ever be alone again. You had spent far too much time in solitude. Rejecting those that tried to reach out for you and hold you in their grasp so that they would know you weren’t going anywhere. Now was the time to leave it all behind. In this new life you would do things differently. You would be different.

You trailed behind just a bit, eyes never straying from your former body. When you finally tore your eyes away, Jake, who was a few walks away, was already watching you when your gazes locked. He reached his hand out to you. And you smiled, albeit sadly, and took it without hesitation. You had to be further up front anyway with the Tsahik and the Olo’eyktan.

The ceremony had started late in the evening, as the sun was setting. Now by the time you all got to the burial place, the stars were in the sky. There was someone singing, their voice floating around the wind, in and out. When you got to the burial place, which was a tall old looking tree, all of you swarmed around it in a half circle. You ended up standing next to Mo’at who had pulled you to her side. Jake was nearby, along with Neytiri.

Before the ceremony, you had asked Jake if he had gone through with this with his former body.

You remember him giving you a knowing look before he nodded, “I did it after the transference. It was a small one, nothing too big.” He must’ve noticed something in your face and his face softened, “We don’t have to do this, you know. We can skip it, just bury the body and leave it.”

“No, no, I can do it.” You breathed out a sigh, trying to calm your nerves while tugging on your hair absentmindedly. Neytiri had done your hair recently and given you newer clothes to wear. Really you felt a bit exposed but you looked more Na’vi than dreamwalker for the first time. “Actually, I’m just trying not to think too much about it.”

Jake nodded, “I understand.”

For a moment you watched him. As he set down the pile of spears he had gotten from training with the warriors earlier that day. How he had a certain calmness about him. How he always seemed a lot more controlled than you were.

“I don’t get how you do it.” You chuckled, massaging your forehead. Jake, who had been knelt to the floor, looked up at you with a confused frown as you continued. “You always seemed better at handling moments like this. Even back then when Grace…I guess I’m a little envious.”

He was quiet for a moment. You continued tugging at your hair, deep in thought. Then Jake spoke again, “That day was easy, in a way. Making the transfer. I already knew where I belonged, who I wanted to be. If I had the decision to do it over again, I would without a doubt.”

You listened to this, already knowing what he meant. Hell, in a way you knew that this was the path he would take. You could see even back then when he was training to become one of The People. He yearned for this life. So, it was no surprise that he had chosen it permanently.

Jake had moved, you realized coming out of your thoughtful daze, to find him knelt down in front of you. Instantly, you grabbed his hands, guiding them to your face and allowing them to cup it as he spoke, “But I know one thing. One thing I am absolutely sure of. It was the best and worst day of my life. And the worst part? It was you not being there at my side when I woke.”

“Even when we weren’t even mates.” You frowned. “Even after everything. Even after five years, you still choose to love me?”

With a gentle smile, he pressed a kiss against your eyelashes and then the tip of your nose. His hand ran through your hair, his fingers gently massaging the back of your head. “I already chose you. Since the first time we met. I’ve always chosen you. “ He yanked you closer, pressing his lips against yours in a deep and long kiss. One that the both of you melted into so easily, one filled with yearning passion and desperation. The way his eyes burned when they locked with yours after you both pulled away, foreheads pressed together.

Even now, as you stood with Mo’at you felt his burning gaze on the back of your neck. Even with your eyes closed, listening to the words of the Tsahik, you could feel his presence despite him being a little ways behind you. A part of you couldn’t get what would’ve happened if you had kept going out of your mind while a sensible part of you was trying to focus on the ceremony in front of you.

Then they placed your body in the hole. That’s when Mo’at began speaking to Eywa. That’s when you began your silent goodbyes to your old life, to your old self. This person was now gone and you were finally allowed to leave her in the past for good. And when they buried you, when the last of the dirt hit the ground, your new life began.

You all stayed there, eyes still closed, repeating the words Mo’at says. It was like a prayer, you realized. That your body may be secure in the hands of Eywa, that you may be taken care of now that you have gone. You remember some of these words from the night Grace had died. There was one tear that night, during that entire ceremony.

When it was all over. Everyone moved on to their homes, to their hammocks to rest and prepare for another day. But you instead went to the Tree of Souls. With you, you carried Tsu’tey’s old necklace, the one he wore before briefly becoming the Olo’eyktan. You stood under the tree, connecting your queue to one of the stems. You spoke quietly, only for the spirits to hear as you put on Tsu’tey’s necklace.

“Thank you for bringing me home.” You smiled up at the tree, imagining Grace’s face in your mind as you spoke. “You didn’t have to but you did. And I thank you for this. I am forever grateful for you…” Your fingers grazed the necklace gently, “I hope the both of you are at peace. May you rest well with Eywa.”

For a little while longer, you stayed there. And it was quiet all around you, the forest asleep.

Your ears twitched when footsteps approached.

Glancing over your shoulder, a smile tugged at your lips when you saw Jake approaching. You unlink your queue from the stem, “I was just about finished.”

Jake nodded as he stopped next to you. “Here for Grace?” His eyes trailed down toward the necklace you wore, an unreadable expression crossing his face. “Or Tsu’tey?”

“Either.” You responded honestly, turning back to face the tree. “Really for whoever’s listening.”

His hand came up at the small of our back, running gently along your spine as he spoke, “Did you see her? When you were in your transference. Did she say anything to you?”

You thought back to your conversation with Grace. Frankly, you weren’t even entirely sure if it was actually Grace who you were talking to. Or perhaps a version of your consciousness. But you remembered it like it was only yesterday.

“She told me that she had a daughter.” The smile on your lips grew as you felt his face rest in the crook of your neck. “And that she would always be with me.” You shrugged a little. “If you believe in that sort of thing anyway.”

He hummed against your skin before pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder, “I’m starting to.”

You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He pulled you closer to him, close to the point where your lips were a feather away from each other. Your hands found their way to his hair that had grown into thick dreads, nearly past his shoulders. You saw the same burning look in his eyes and yet at the same time a look as if he was stuck in a memory. And by the way his features subtly fall, just a little bit, you could tell just what he was thinking about.

It was you that leaned in, placing your mouth on his, drawing him out of his thoughts as he quickly responded to your touch. One hand sliding up your spine and the other squeezing your waist, desperately pulling you closer so that your skin touched.

The small sounds coming from his throat made your insides melt and your fingers trembling for more.

He broke away, just for a moment. And in that you noticed a tear trail down his cheek. Your thumb brushed against it as you rested your forehead against his, “Try not to think about before.” Of course the memory hadn’t left her. The last time the both of them were here, under the Tree of Souls was when she had said her goodbyes to him before going off to fight a battle of her own. Of course she remembered it. Of course. Of course. Of course.

Jake nodded, pulling you even closer if that was possible. “Are you here with me?” He asked you in a gentle whisper. “You’re here with me right now?”

You smiled. Remembering Neytiri’s words to you. She is meant to be a part of our family now. If she chooses to accept us. You realized you had never given her an answer until now.

“Forever, if you want.”

And there was the white crescent smile that you missed. And with that smile, it melted onto your lips, capturing you possessively. This time his hands wandered to sensitive areas and this time you let him.

The both of you had come close before, back at the tent earlier that day. But it wasn’t the right time. Now? Now all you can think of was his hands all over your body. Claiming you and his. And him as yours.

At some point the two of you slid to the ground. The ache between your legs wasn’t unfamiliar yet pleasurable. So was the way his length plunged into your walls with ease making your stomach tighten and swirl. Quiet mewls left your lips and tickled his ears as his hips thrusted int you, gently, almost as if you were the most fragile thing on Pandora. Jake had never seen you so beautiful. So perfect, almost as if you were stolen from his dreams and brought before him. Being able to finally hold you as he wished, having you touch him as much as he touched you.

You were real. You were real. You were real.

Finally.

The night ended with you lying in a hammock with both Jake and Neytiri. Neytiri lying in between the two of you, Jake on her other side. You remembered, before the two of them had fallen to sleep, connected all three of your queues together. It was a silent promise, you realized then. That you were all one. That this family, this heart, this soul, and this purpose…

Was yours just as much as it was theirs.

Your eyes had closed for only a few seconds. But it was enough time for you to be surrounded by fire. Alone. With no way out. There were screams all around you, though you couldn’t tell if it belonged to the dying or you. An overwhelming wave of emotions, of chaos, struck you from all sides. You saw Grace burning in the fire. You saw Tsu’tey dead at your feet. You saw the ship that you had crashed and your own body lying amongst the dead.

Then there was laughter. And then there was a face grinning at you.

“What is it, kid?” Quaritch sneered. “Ya look a little scared.”

And then you wake up.

Your back in the hammock. The dark sky had a visible hint of dawn just creeping in the corners. Your breathing was shaky and you realized, after taking in your surroundings, that you were sitting up.

It was a few seconds until you finally got a hold of your breathing control and managed to calm your growing anxiety.

Nightmares weren't anything new for you. Really, you should’ve been used to it at this point. But of course, as soon as you felt a moment of peace, they came and struck back. Pulling you further into your own despair.

And you would’ve fallen easily, given in easily like you used to. That is until something squeezed your arm, pulling you out of your rapid thoughts and toward whoever had brought you out of it.

Neytiri was staring up at you, a confused frown on her lips, “What is wrong? Why are you awake?”

You hesitated, really considering your words. As you did so, Jake shifted next to Neytiri, his eyes fluttering just a bit. Neytiri frowned, sitting up just a bit, “Tsmuke?”

At her words, Jake stirred and you shook your head, “Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m fine. Go back to sleep. Just a bad dream is all.”

With that, you lied back down, turning your back to them. Your fingers massaged your forehead, trying your best not to think too much about the nightmare. And you didn’t, especially when you felt Jake’s hand on your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze

Eventually, you closed your eyes. This time you dreamed of nothing.

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ghostofthejungle · 4 months

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I wish I could physically see and meet the braincell who told me it was okay to draw a whole ass PIANO

In my defense, I kept thinking about Sokka somewhen learning how to play; maybe, shortly after the end of the war, during a trip to the Fire Nation, he finds a broken piano in an abandoned room of the palace and manages to repair it (servants and guards decide not to question the din coming from said room day and night).

To everyone’s and mostly Sokka’s surprise, he is a natural: his fingers dance on the piano keys like they have no other purpose in the world and he is able to replicate tons of melodies by ear. Slowly, but inevitably, the notes generated by those black and white blocks become a great comfort for Sokka; his unspoken sorrows, fears and regrets turn into a melodic balm for his soul, the piano his trustworthy companion when he can’t sleep during the hot, endless summer nights.

He likes playing for an audience, but in certain cases the only thing he wants by his side is quiet, warm breeze accompanying the sound, while the moon´s cold rays gently wrap the dusty room.

It’s during one of these nights that a sleepless Zuko can’t help but follow a long-forgotten home call, Sokka’s notes materializing in front of him and guiding him towards something he didn’t even know he needed. He moves slowly, hypnotized, almost dreamwalking; the melancholic notes give voice to the cold air, embracing him like a soft blanket, soothing his spirit like a soft voice coming from afar, wandering through the Reigns just to find him and whisper in his ear everything he’s always needed to hear.

With this sensation strongly engulfed in every fiber of his being, Zuko stood in front of the door, meeting the pianist’s back in religious silence. He didn’t want to scare Sokka or interrupt the music + in that specific moment Zuko wouldn’t have been able to produce any sound whatsoever, even if he was asked to scream for his life: everything he ever wanted to express, and never dared to say, was wrapped around those tapered fingers, gently pressing the piano keys, tenderly stroking the most sensitive strings of Zuko’s soul, smoothly caressing his hair just the right way, just like his mother used to.

And when the song’s over a dense silence wraps the room, briefly interrupted by a dull tear falling on a gloomy D#, the same key Sokka touched last.

The candle on the piano suddenly lights up, allowing the tear to evaporate. A moonbeam escapes his trajectory and lands on Sokka’s widened eyes before a sincere, embarrassed smile warms his tired face. Sokka doesn’t turn towards the door, Zuko doesn’t walk towards him and neither of them will ever mention that night.

From that moment, anyway, Zuko rarely missed Sokka’s daily exercises, and Sokka didn’t mind at all; when he was there, for some reason, Sokka made some more mistakes, but he didn’t care. For once, he knew he didn’t need to be his usual perfectionist self to be understood, to give emotions, or to be useful, even.

Yes, Sokka could finally allow himself that self-indulgence with Zuko.

And there was no better feeling in the world.

Will I ever be able to capture all of this in a fanfiction or a fanart? Absolutely not. So, having said that, make do with this sketch and take care of it before I colour and definitely ruin it for good and for evil 🍵

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deancasbigbang · 7 months

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Title: Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Author: norahastuff

Artist: Logan

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 27000

Warnings: undefined

Tags: Canon compliant (more or less) Takes place during season 4 and 5 Grace Healing Dreamwalking Late night conversations A whole lot of beach talk

Posting Date: October 6, 2023

Summary: It's the end of the world, and neither Dean nor Castiel is feeling particularly fine. But while the world is still spinning, they have to find a way to keep living in it. The Apocalypse may not seem like the best time to forge a bond, but if some small measure of happiness can be found amidst all the pain and uncertainty that surrounds them, that can only be a good thing. And maybe sometimes good things do happen.

Excerpt: Dean seemed remarkably at ease, the relaxed lines of his body oddly distracting sprawled across the chair. “You sound like you disagree.” Castiel shrugged. “Sam knows you better than I do.” “In some ways. Come on, Cas, let’s not pretend. You get me.” His tone was light, but Castiel knew he was serious. He was aware he connected with Dean on a level that he couldn’t quite make sense of. Yes, Dean understood him, but he understood Dean too. While he’d been hesitant before to contradict Sam on his brother’s deepest desires, Dean had asked. Castiel met his gaze. “That life… It’s what you think you should want.” “Yeah,” Dean said, leaning back in his seat and folding his hands behind his head. “That’s where I landed with that whole thing too. Sam’s not wrong, if things were different, Lisa and I… maybe we could make it work. But they’re not. Even if we save the world, I’ll still be me. And I mean, I don’t actually know her all that well, anyway. We might end up hating each other if we try to give it a go for real.” Dean shrugged. “White picket fences sound good in theory, but really, I don’t think I’m the Mr. Suburbia type. Hawaii and Springsteen, though? That sounds like my kinda thing.” “I thought you didn’t like to fly?” Dean waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll take a bucket of Valium. Or we can charter a yacht. I’ve always wanted to go on a yacht.” “Well, my most recent experience on a boat wasn’t particularly enjoyable.” Since he was exiled from Heaven, he hadn’t known where he was going to wind up when he’d activated the banishing sigil he’d carved into his chest. A shrimping boat off the coast of Delacroix wouldn’t have been his first guess. “Big difference between fishing trawlers and luxury yachts, buddy. Come on, me, you... maybe Sam. He’s not much of a beach guy, but we’ll give it a shot. Might have to max out a few credit cards to make it work, but fuck it, right?” Dean’s eyes sparkled from something more than the alcohol. There was a vibrancy, something unquantifiable Castiel couldn’t put a name to. He was so emphatically alive, and Castiel didn’t care anymore whether they won or lost. Everything he had done had been worth it. Every additional second that Dean’s light burned in this godforsaken universe made it worth it. Dean had balked when Castiel had compared him to Helen of Troy. Had claimed no one would ever go to war over him. Castiel had almost laughed at the absurdity. Helen may have summoned a nation to arms, but Dean could bring this universe to his knees if he tried. Castiel was suddenly glad he’d never had any real power to speak of. He wasn’t sure how far he’d go in service of protecting Dean, of preserving his happiness if he had the ability. He’d burn it all down if he had to.

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ma-skxawng · 1 year

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Chapter 1 | Reunited

summary: Jake Sully's twin brother was dead so now he had to take his place. The only upside seemed to be that, finally, he'd get to see his little sister again.

pairing: platonic jake sully x sister reader

warning: female parts and pronouns for reader, mentions of mourning, reader has glasses, scientist reader, mentions of military ptsd, implied neglectful parents

word count: 2531

Sometimes, waking up from being a Na’vi was surreal.

It was like how they described astronauts of old. They got used to space so much that movements in normal gravity felt strange, felt much faster and without that familiar resistance they were used to.

Going back into your human body was the same. It felt like you should be taller, that your body should be longer and quicker and more muscly. Instead, you were back into the body you’ve hated for years.

It surprised you how much you’d gotten so attached to your avatar. Unfortunately, having to go back to being a human took longer to get used to.

Instead of the slow, almost groggy wake up you were known for, however, this time around, you were quick, opening up your chamber even before the scientist keeping track of your readings could do it for you.

Dr. Augustine had just gotten to sleep right before you and you were following quickly.

After all, today was a special day.

As you sat up first, the world felt like it was spinning. You grabbed your glasses from beside you, on that rolling table you hated so much. They placed medical tools on it usually but, with so little budget to go around and, since one of the wheels was so busted, you had been allowed to recommission it as your own little table.

Then, when your glasses were situated firmly on your face, you stood, almost in a hurry. You were sure that nobody in the lab had seen you move so fast (though, in fairness, you always took your time right after ‘dreamwalking’.)

When the first thing you saw was him, you almost fell. It was like your legs had turned to jelly underneath you, like you had been standing for years and the relief overcame you all at once, like a weight was pushed off your shoulders.

“Jake.”

When he saw you, the small smile he gave you, the way it didn’t reach your eyes, made you immediately understand. Seeing you was a bittersweet feeling.

You didn’t have as strong of a bond with your older brothers as they had with each other. Still, after all these years, the bond you and Jake had came pretty close.

After all, for the longest time, you only had them and they really truly only had you. The three of you didn’t have the most caring parents and, in the end, your two brothers became mother and father to you.

Sweet Tommy who had all the brain to decipher what was wrong, how you were feeling, but never truly knew how to do anything but talk and solve problems.

Strong Jake who wasn’t good with his words but he was good with physical affection, with knowing when you didn’t need to be talked to, just hugged and comforted.

You liked to think you helped them in your own way too. When they had their falling out, you tried your hardest to be the rope bridge keeping them together, tethering them to each other. They could lose everything but you were going to make damn sure they wouldn’t lose family.

Well, you tried, anyway.

“How’s the test tubes, sea monkey?” Jake joked, his laugh almost airy, empty, like he didn’t know what to do other than turn to humor.

You ruffled his rough cropped hair as a way to irritate him, trying to give him something familiar to hang on to “Better now that I can stick you in one.”

Before, annoying him that way was reserved for moments he'd let you. Now, with your brother in a wheelchair, you didn't even need to bend over. It made you sad sometimes, seeing him like that. But it beat never seeing him ever again.

It was funny, wasn't it? You spent so many years in fear of what would happen to Jake out there, working for the military. Never in a million years had you guessed Tommy would die first.

Either way would've been absolutely heartbreaking but you hadn't worried about Tommy at all. You had thought he was fine, safe--

Before you could stop yourself, the fake smile on your lips fell and your hand landed on Jake's shoulder, your fingers gripping him as if scared he’d disappear before you “Did he…”

You didn’t know what to say, exactly. You didn’t know what you were even asking.

Still, like always, Jake smiled comfortingly and clapped a strong hand against your opposite shoulder “All good. I made sure everything was all good.”

You knew deeply how hard Jake took deaths at first, when he was just a foot soldier in the military. He was in the Marines after all and it was rough seeing platoon mates, comrades, all of them dying one by one in front of you.

After a while, he said it was easier. He had told you, once, that it almost felt like he was getting numb to death. Sometimes, they felt more like numbers than people if you tried hard enough.

You wanted to believe that he felt that way about Tommy too, that maybe he was spared whatever anguish you were feeling.

The two of you only had each other now.

You doubted it. Still, seeing how he looked, you could force yourself to be convinced.

You would never, though. Even if it hurt, even if it was hard to swallow, you wanted to face the facts. Denying anything wasn't going to help anyone, especially not Jake.

You had to be worried about him. Nobody else would be now besides you, after all.

“Grace? This is Jake Sully.” Dr. Patel’s voice suddenly pulled the two of you out of your own little world, bringing you back to the lab, to the present, where Dr. Patel, Dr. Augustine and one of the new drivers stood with expectant expressions.

As always, Jake was polite, holding out his hand “Ma’am.”

And, also as always, Dr. Augustine led with her prickly personality “Yeah, yeah. I know who you are and I don’t need you. I need your brother. You know, the PhD who trained for three years for this mission?”

Immediately, you worried but, before you could diffuse the situation, your brother spoke first, his polite tone replaced with a deadpan one “Yeah, well, he’s dead. I know it’s a big inconvenience for everyone.”

You thought you were ready with whatever your brother was going to bite back. He was thoughtless sometimes, when provoked. You weren’t ready for that however.

Still, you understood how he felt, knew for yourself how frustrating it was for Dr. Augustine to keep complaining about it over and over, right there in front of you. In truth, Jake was just the only one brave enough between the two of you to voice that frustration.

Jake seemed to understand that too, and he knew exactly how you were feeling before you could truly express it. His hand flew, quietly, softly, but still firmly. He pressed his palm against the small of your back.

Jake knew his words were rough but he was there for you, a solid thing you could depend on and lean against.

At first, Dr. Augustine looked frustrated, angry, and you were scared she’d say something that would really get your brother going. However, her eyes flickered to his arm, probably noticing how Jake was comforting you in his own way.

She softened then but not by much. It was evident in how her tone sounded sharp, almost biting. “How much lab training have you had?”

You reached over to pinch your brother’s shoulder, trying to subtly hint to him, trying to telepathically tell him to be nice. Unfortunately, his entire body was a solid wall of muscle and you doubted he felt your pinch much, if at all.

“I dissected a frog once.”

You mentally groaned and Dr. Augustine almost seemed to prickle even more “You see? You see? I mean, they’re just pissing on us without even the courtesy of calling it rain.”

You tried another pinch but, from the corners of your eyes, you could see Jake’s eyes twinkle a little, though he tried to school his face into a neutral expression.

You were happy he was having fun pissing the head scientist off but you didn’t appreciate that he was doing it right now when he was supposed to be getting their approval.

“I’m going to Selfridge.” Dr. Augustine suddenly announced and Dr. Patel hurried after her, trying to discourage her.

You heard through the grapevine that it was Dr. Augustine and her ‘combative personality’ that was causing less and less money to go to the science department of the expedition.

Of course, you knew those were all rumors and the true reason was because Selfridge was a greedy one-track-minded moron. Still, you could see why the CEO didn’t care much for Dr. Augustine and her yelling.

“Be nice.” You finally muttered.

Jake didn’t reply, just looked up at you with his famous boyish grin. You knew then that he wasn’t going to listen to you but, truly, when did he ever?

“Here tomorrow, oh-eight-hundred.” Dr. Patel suddenly descended after deciding not to run after Dr. Augustine “And try to use big words.”

You only barely managed to hold in your giggles until Dr. Patel was out of earshot. Then, you were turning to Jake, practically leaning against him as you let out little amused huffs.

“You’re such a troublemaker.” You grumbled but there was no heat behind it.

He just wrapped his arm around your torso, giving you a tight one-armed hug “Whatever, like you didn’t wanna say the same shit to her too.”

You mentally denied that but, before you could say much else, someone cleared their throat. Your attention was quickly diverted to them and, like to everyone else, you seemed to give a polite smile but, truly, you simply put your guard up.

“Oh yeah, this is… Norm.” Jake gestured to the rather tall lanky man beside the two of you. The other new driver, your brain supplied. “Norm, this is my little sister--”

“Yes, Tommy told me all about you.” Norm pretty much bulldozed over whatever your brother was going to say. Then, he did a flourish of his hand and a little bow “Awvea ultxari ohengeyä, Nawma Sa'nok lrrtok siveiyi.”

You practically laughed but, from the look on Norm’s face, he seemed to take that as a positive. You returned the phrasing, your Na’vi much smoother and more practiced than his. He looked extremely impressed.

“It��s a greeting in Na’vi. Something they say when they first meet.” You let your brother know before glancing back at Norm “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Norm, Tommy’s told me stories too.”

Norm looked like he wanted to say a bit more but, like Norm had done to Jake, Jake bulldozed over him, that boyish smile appearing once again “Sorry, my man, I wanna spend some time with my sister. I haven’t been able to for a long while. Is that alright?”

Before Norm could even say anything, Jake was already wheeling himself away, his arm still wrapped around you and tugging you away too. It made his wheelchair a little unstable but he didn’t seem to mind.

You gave one last fleeting wave to Norm before grumbling to your brother “I said be nice.”

Your brother opted to change the subject, his arm retracting from you but only so he could steer his wheelchair a bit more properly “Where’s your little avatar thingy?”

“The avatars are anything but little.” You rolled your eyes as the two of you walked, one of your hands securely placed on Jake’s shoulder “When they’ve been taken out of the amnio-tank, they sleep in a far away cabin where they can be safe.”

“You know how much those things cost?” You whispered conspiratorially “It’s like nine digits.”

“No wonder they wanted me here so bad.” Jake laughed but, instead of boyish, it was a little bittersweet “That thing would’a gone to waste, huh.”

“Well, not just that.” You frowned, your grip on your brother tightening a bit “You’re a decorated military officer. Of course they’d want someone as talented as you here, on Pandora.”

“You know, I’ve been telling them we needed someone other than a scientist talking to the Na’vi but nobody would listen to me.” You also added, your frown only deepening. "Probably cus I've only been here a little over a month."

You saw Jake’s eyes flicker to you quickly before turning back to the hall the two of you were traveling along “What do you mean? Like a Marine? A military guy?”

Your mouth twisted a little as you considered his words “Not exactly. Not a military guy, not like what they have here.”

“The men here are brutes, honestly. I hate every single one of them. Some of the women are nice, at least, but most of them are just like the men.” You spoke with a little disdain but you couldn’t blame the soldiers, not when they took their orders from a moron “Shoot first, as questions later. It’s frustrating.”

In a very Jake-y fashion, your brother copied your expression, a frown marring his face as well “Any of them giving you a hard time?”

“No, don’t worry, you won’t have to murder anyone just yet.” You laughed, remembering some of the women that have stood up for you “But I’m serious, bro.”

He glanced at you, his frown morphing to a curious smile so you continued “Not a military gun guy but not exactly a science brain nerd. We’ve needed someone in the middle, someone they can relate to more.”

“I keep telling Dr. Augustine that her approach is too human, that for all her studies of Pandora, she’s not integrating with them well enough.” You explained more, truly getting passionate and trying to convey your message as best as you could. “She’s better with plants, you know.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Have you read any of the books I’ve recommended to you?” You suddenly asked just as the two of you finally entered the mess hall.

“Well, I hope you have. You’re scheduled for linkup pretty soon.” You gave him a stern expression.

Jake patted his bag and a few things rattled in there. You assumed a couple of them were supposed to sound like books thumping against other things.

He returned it with a bittersweet one of his own “What, now that Tommy’s dead, you’re gunna nag me in his place?”

You knew Jake coped mostly with humor. Instead of feeling awkward, feeling shy, feeling sad, feeling frustrated; Jake always turned to telling jokes and making light of things as a way to express how he was feeling.

It wasn’t a good coping mechanism but it was how he learned to get by growing up.

You had forgotten how badly it hurt sometimes when he turned that comedy against you.

He never meant to do it, of course, but it didn’t make the hurt go away, just lessened it somewhat. Even now, you reminded yourself that he was grieving too, that he lost his other half, just like you lost your brother.

You remember all of their jokes, about how the two of them were one person split in half in the womb. Tommy got everything from the shoulder up while Jake was stuck with everything below that.

Tommy, after all, had always been all brains and Jake barely really used his.

Still, keeping all of that it mind didn’t help you hide how you felt to Jake who knew you like he knew the back of his hand.

“Sorry, you know I meant that lovingly.” He quickly apologized as he situated himself at the very head of one of the long tables in the mess hall.

You quickly nodded and sat to his left, your hand automatically finding its way on top of his “Don’t worry, you know I know that.”

He smiled at you, truly smiled at you, like he was his happiest just being by your side “Anyway, I totally read those boring textbooks but, just in case, you should totally give me the crash course like right now, this instant.”

You could only roll your eyes and return the grin.

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thetantiger · 3 months

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A Cave in Icecrown

A small writing piece with Cryagosa and Dewdrop! I decided I'm going to start posting these here, lol.

Word count: 1,349 words

Cryagosa was curled up on the icy floor of her cave in Icecrown, relaxing in her full Dragon form. Her sinewy wings surrounded her and her cold core beat out of the gap in her chest, further chilling the air. It was her off day, so to speak. No duties in Acherus, a break from the Warblade, and she was not interested in furthering her efforts in raising fellow Frostwyrms from the ice of Sindragosa’s Fall. After all, that was scheduled with Dewdrop, her nemesis.

Dewdrop was a fae Dracthyr, an odd experiment of that traitor Neltharion, who worked in service of the Dream and of life itself. A pitiful cause, Cryagosa thought, to preserve life. She was not preserved. Nobody can truly be forever.

Anyways; Dewdrop was determined to thwart Cryagosa’s plans into raising more Frostwyrms. This small Dracthyr, so small in size to the great Dragon that was Cryagosa, was able to put up quite a fight on the regular, and Crya admired that. Eventually through many cycles of planning and fighting and thwarting they had arranged a comically considerate schedule. Crya recalled Dewdrop not showing up once and being particularly upset, but the Dracthyr later apologized as they had some things come up. Crya had intentionally stopped herself from raising other Frostwyrms that day. After all, where was the glory in sneaking behind her nemesis’s back, instead of defeating them once and for all? So anyhow: both of them took this schedule very seriously.

Which made Cryagosa all the more confused when she sensed the full of life, Draconic energy nearby. Dewdrop? Today? Why?

The robin-egg-blue Dragonkin stumbled into her cave, holding their abdomen and spluttering. They were limping and stumbling as they walked, with their wings trembling around them. They looked particularly weak. That was also odd. Not only was it not the day they’d scheduled to fight, but Dewdrop looked to be in no condition to do so!

“Dewdrop!” Crya called mightily, raising her large head and baring her Dragon teeth. “What brings you so feebly to my cave?”

Dewdrop didn’t respond. They just coughed, and a scarlet ichor flowed from their muzzle.

Crya felt a pang of guilt and sprung into action, shifting down into her own Dracthyr visage and running up to them. “Dewdrop?” She asked again, more gently. “What happened to you?”

“It’s a long story,” Dewdrop responded weakly. “Gunfight. Shot. Couldn’t find.. Gaelstrom.”

Crya knew Gaelstrom. He was Dewdrop’s friend, and also an odd experiment of the Dracthyr, attempting (and failing) to replicate the Storm Dragons of Odyn. He only possessed wind powers, but was a formidable foe when he tagged along with Dewdrop. Though Crya personally preferred just herself and Dew, alone. “So why come to my cave?”

“I- d-don’t know the cities well,” Dewdrop admitted. “I didn’t want to stumble around aimlessly at the mercy of strangers. And the Dreamwalkers.. If I traverse the Dream in this state, I am more susceptible to dying, with its connection to the spirit realm. I may sleep and never wake.” They looked up at Cryagosa with pathetic purple eyes. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Crya looked at them for a moment before nodding and taking them by the shoulder, leading them further into the cave. “Well first, you need warmth. Your small, life-reliant body must be freezing in a place like this.” She looked around her cave. She didn’t have the ability to breathe fire, except Lichfire, but that kind would only chill Dewdrop more. She, as an Undead, had no body warmth to lend either. She sat Dewdrop against the righthand wall of the cave and fetched a loose pelt among the collection of bones in her den, and returned to wrap it around the Dracthyr. “Here. This should act as a blanket.”

Dewdrop coughed again and snuggled further into the fur, nodding gratefully “Thank you..”

“You need food and water and medicine,” Crya stated. “You seem too weak to properly heal yourself.”

“If I could, I wouldn’t be here,” Dew replied.

Cryagosa nodded. “Then stay here, and whatever you do, don’t go to sleep. I will fetch you these things. I know the cities better than you.” She turned and opened a portal via Blue magic. She shouldn’t be gone long enough for it to be a problem for Dewdrop. She stepped into Dalaran--even if it was located in the Broken Isles now, it was the city that knew her best, and was less likely to panic and fire at the sight of a Frostwyrm in their streets. She retrieved the items she had promised for Dewdrop--a serving of Smoked Elderhorn cuts, some Ley-Enriched Water, wound dressing and healing potions. Quickly, she teleported back, and Dewdrop was in the same spot with their wings and tail curled around them patiently.

The fae looked up at her with grateful, bug-like eyes. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Can’t have anybody take my nemesis out except for me.” Cryagosa knelt next to them, opening the pack of meat and setting it next to Dewdrop along with two vials of the water. She then handed Dew a potion, which they drank enthusiastically, while Crya opened the wound dressing. “Where are you hurt?”

“Almost all over,” Dew responded.

Crya hummed and peeled open the blanket around the Dracthyr, examining them. She’d never been this up close to them without it being a violent, blurry clash. Their cream-colored underbelly opened up to hideous gashes in their abdomen as if they’d been shot multiple times, and a hole in the scales of their left shin mimicked the same wound. In several spots all over them were brown patches on their otherwise blue, yellow and purple coloring, as if singed. Crya huffed and reached for the antiseptic that came with the kit, starting on the wound that seemed the worst. Reaching for Dew’s stomach, the Dracthyr cringed away from her claws. Crya looked up at her with impatient lichfire eyes. “Do you want my help or not?”

Dewdrop sheepishly nodded and relaxed again.

Crya huffed and sunk her claws into the exposed scales, earning a hiss of pain from the fae. She fished the bullet out and quickly doused the wound in the chemicals provided to her. Then, she reached for the bandages and leaned in close to wrap them around their waist. For someone that came all this way with wounds such as these and was tolerating the pain so well, Crya thought, Dew was a small, thin little Dragonthing. The Frostwyrm tsked and offered the same treatment to the Dracthyr’s other bullet wounds, and then smeared ointment on their burn marks, complete with protective patches.

Dewdrop was shivering with pain by the time she was done, causing Crya to feel a twinge of sympathy. “Thanks..”

Crya dipped her head. “Now eat and drink. Your fragile being needs it.” She heard Dewdrop audibly scoff but they reached for the food and water anyway, practically chugging the first glass vial of leywater and quickly finishing the cuts of meat. “How long has it been since you’ve eaten?”

Dewdrop chuckled as they began to sip on the second water bottle. “A while, I suppose. I.. get caught up in things.”

Crya snorted. “For someone so focused on the needs of life, the fact you forget your own is absurd to me. Regardless, now that you are fed and your wounds are tended to, it should be safe for you to rest. My cave is a sanctuary for you until you are healed. Then, I expect you to leave.”

Dew scoffed. “As if I’d want to stay here.”

Cryagosa smiled and dipped her head. “Then rest, and leave when you feel able. No sooner.” With that, she stepped away from the Dracthyr, shifting into her full Dragon form again and curling up on the floor once more. She was not able to sleep--the curse of Undeath was a cruel one--but at least she could lounge around. She watched as Dewdrop dozed off, curled in the fur she’d lended them, and hoped dearly that the Dracthyr would be okay.

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Realize where you belong.

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!human!reader/female!dreamwalker!reader

Chapter 7

CW: a good amount of angst, reader finally is letting neteyam in and realizing how she does truly love him too, physical contact, neteyam suffering while holding back from mating w/ reader, mentions of sex, yearning, sexual language, reader and neteyam acting like a cute couple, playful flirting, reader is more vulnerable with neteyam, a lot of fluff, reader feels guilty about the way she's been treating neteyam. Tell me if I'm missing something important!

Sorry for taking long to update, my angels 🥺🤍 unfortunately I'm going through a tough path in my personal life rn and bc of that I fell on a horrible depressive episode that I'm still on. So, my motivation to do stuff is very low at the moment and as I have to deal with my adult responsibilities that I can't run from bc nobody can, rn the best I'm able to do is focus the tiny bit of energy I have onto getting them done. I won't be able to update my fanfics as fast as I used to for some time. Can't say how long, it's not under my control currently, sorry :( But I LOVE writing, it's a great escape for me, from life problems and stuff, so, I really do not plan on stop writing fanfiction. I promise! Don't worry too much. Some of the upcoming chapters of this fanfiction, for example, are already saved on my Google Docs. I'll take longer but I won't stop updating. Anyway, I'm a tiny bit (ok maybe much more than that lol) insecure about this chapter but I hope y'all like it. Seeing your comments about the fic would make me incredibly happy. I'm needing some serotonin right now 🥲 Thanks for reading my writings ♡

Not proofread. Sorry if some parts are a bit messed up. I'll proofread it as soon as I can <3

Chapter 6

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You gave me roses and I left them there to die

So this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

(...)

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Back to December (Taylor Swift)

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You inclined yourself slowly and sheepishly in Neteyam's direction, still feeling guilty for the way you had been treating him before. Neteyam sensed your self doubt and quickly swept you off your feet, taking you inside his arms, so he could finally get the hug he had been dying for, so he could finally feel your small body against his bigger one. His big hands were now under your thighs, securing you in place against his warm body. That closeness, his touch… it all felt incredibly good. You cursed yourself for pushing him away and postponing that moment. To think you could have felt that before and you didn't… "Stupid girl" you thought.

You were now really far from the ground but you felt safe. Now you knew Neteyam would always protect you. He would not let you fall and get hurt. He was not and had never been a threat to you. There was not and there never was any reason for you to be afraid of him.

"Oeyä yawne…" (my beloved) "You feel so soft and tiny… Eywa… Nga yawne lu oer" (I love you) His voice was choked with emotion as he held back tears of joy while he hugged you as tight as he was able to - without hurting you - and you rested your head upon his shoulder. Your nose was hovering over his neck and you sniffed his skin, smelling his natural, cozy scent. It was intoxicating, drawing you in, making you wanna stay like that forever.

You breathed in deep and relaxed inside his huge arms that held you for the first time but still strangely felt like home, like you had felt them around you a thousand times already. If you believed in past lives - which you didn't - you'd explain this odd but amazing feeling as you having found your soulmate again, in this current life. There was no fear of Neteyam inside of you anymore. You only yearned for more and more of him, only a burning affection kept your whole being warm, just like his massive body did too.

"There's still something I need to ask of you, if this is gonna work out between us." You said, breaking the hug for a while to look him in the eye

"Say it, yawne."

Neteyam was still so utterly happy that he did not even seem to be shaken by that, which he could have been

"You know why I pushed you away. First of all, finding out an alien double your size has been stalking you is freaking unnerving." You still gazed into his eyes, wanting him to pay attention to your words "Second, you acted like a creep. At least compared to the way human guys act around girls they're interested in. I don't really have any experience dating na'vi boys, you know?" You choked a little as you were trying hard to hold back laughter

"Ouch…" Neteyam playfully pretended to be extremely hurt by your previous statements. He chuckled "In my defense, I'd say my instincts are to blame, not me, exactly." You gave him a death stare, but in a playful manner too "When I saw you, I knew you would be the perfect mate for me and I had to make you mine. Everything about you rubbed me just the right way."

You smiled. He was being silly and so sweet. You just could not resist it.

"By the way, when did you see me for the first time?"

Neteyam seemed to get shy after that question. You wondered why.

"I fell in love with you while you were in your Avatar body, yawntu. That's when I first saw you." Neteyam looked up at you again, smiling but showing no teeth

"You what?" You questioned him, a bit shocked but you could not bring yourself to be mad at him, though. Imagining him hiding behind trees and up in branches to watch you silently seemed adorable in your eyes, now.

And yes, you knew it sounded crazy, to find someone who used to literally stalk you adorable, but nobody said that anything that was happening to you right now made any sense. Not even you would try to.

"How did I never notice you were around?" You shook your head in disapproval of your distraction back in the forest.

What if it had been a na'vi who did not trust you a single bit to even let you Dreamwalk freely, without grabbing you by the arm and taking you to the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk? Some na'vi hated humans to that point. And, as you always said and always would say, you had a great empathy towards them and could imagine yourself feeling the same way if you were na'vi. You could never bring yourself to judge them as harshly as way too many humans did. You knew they were not the villains of the story. But still, what if that na'vi tried to hurt you? You felt tense at the thought.

Neteyam noticed your uneasiness and tried to calm you.

"Don't worry, yawne. I'm a great warrior. A big part of being a good warrior is being really focused on one's mission and knowing how to get by as unnoticed as possible. So many other humans in their Avatars and even many, many na'vi wouldn't notice me, either."

Neteyam still wanted to call those other humans "demons in false bodies" but he was not going to. He knew it would hurt you and make you feel like he was talking about you too. But he was not. Whenever he had called you "demon", it never meant the same thing as it would mean if he was talking about any other human. But he knew it would be hard for you to understand. So he promised himself that he would never call you "demon" again. After that eclipse night when the both of you were talking in front of your bedroom window, he realized how much it hurt you when he called you that. He hated himself for bringing you pain. And his heart hurt so badly when he thought about the possibility of you pushing him away again. It made him want to hold onto your small, frail body tightly and say "Please, don't leave me! I can't be without you again… Please…"

"If you say so… I still think I should've been more careful, though." You say, still feeling a little nervous and thinking that maybe you had not been the best student when attending to your classes about na'vi behavior and that maybe you didn't pay enough attention to warnings they may have given about being mindful of your surroundings when Dreamwalking

"I promise it's okay. It was not your fault, yawntu. I'm just good at what I do." His smile clearly showed he was proud of being a good warrior

"Ok, then." You smiled back at him and the both of you laughed a bit.

Suddenly, he stopped smiling and his gaze dropped to your lips, that were not that far from his own lips, if it wasn't for that damn oxygen mask. You felt like he wanted to kiss you. The moment was awkward but in a good way. He could not kiss you with the mask on, so, instead, he smiled at you once again and looked down at the floor, bashful.

You touched his huge, gorgeous face and he looked up at you again "So, about what we were talking about before… Just try to be a little less… upfront about what you feel for me. I mean… sexually. I love that you want me this much because I want you too, Neteyam. A lot, actually. You're… really freaking hot." He smiled, blissful, and his cat-like eyes sparkled as he heard that, his ears perking up. "But you're a bit too much, at times. If you could just tone it down a bit…" Neteyam looked a little ashamed and insecure, so, you rubbed your thumb on his soft skin, to reassure him you still longed for him too "At least while I get used to your na'vi nature, it would be great. Please, try to understand me… It's a whole new world I'm just now discovering. But it doesn't mean I don't love you and don't want you and it doesn't mean you should feel insecure." You smiled gently, showing no teeth.

Neteyam looked a bit sad again after you finished your sentence and you totally understood why. In his na'vi mind, you were practically rejecting him. That was who he truly was, animalistic and a bit too much to your human standards. He must feel like who he is was not enough or good in your eyes.

"Hey" You cupped his face again "I wanna do something. Just let me take this mask off, first." You wanted to reassure Neteyam of your feelings for him by giving him a kiss.

"Yawne, no! You can't breathe without it. You could die really fast! I'm not gonna let you do it."

"So you don't want a kiss, Neteyam Suli? I thought you'd want it, judging by the way you have been stalking me and by our interaction that night, outside my bedroom's window." You teased him and his face lit up

Neteyam gave you an excited smile. The way his full lips curled up as he quickly pondered about the pros and cons of your offer was so beautiful, almost hypnotizing.

God, you really were in love with that na'vi boy, weren't you? There's no going back now. He's holding your heart in his big, weird but cute, alien hands.

"I guess if we make it quick-"

"Shut up, Neteyam." You interrupted, chuckling playfully "I know you're dying to feel my lips on yours. Just help me take this mask off already." It was a bit hard for you to take the mask off while holding onto his shoulders. You knew he would not let you fall but still you wanted to still feel a bit of control and keep holding onto him too.

Neteyam got surprised by your boldness, since he did not see it coming, and he could only think about how freaking amazing it would feel to finally taste your lips, so, he did as you asked - leaving the mask hanging on your neck by the strap it had - and you rapidly held his big pretty, blue face, brought your lips to his and placed the most tender of kisses there, pressing your mouth against his mouth softly but with so much care, trying to let him feel how much you desired him too. His lips were velvety, warm and so incredibly good to kiss. God, you did not care that you were risking dying from lack of oxygen. You wanted that alien boy so badly.

Neteyam's still tense demeanor soon turned into a calmer one as he kissed you back. His hold on you got tighter as he felt your sweet soft lips on his. He felt so incredibly hungry for you. How could he not be? Your kiss was the most delicious thing he had ever felt in his whole life. You both shared saliva and wet each other's lips with each time your lips parted only slightly and came together again. Your soft skin made him want to squeeze you and never let you go again. Neteyam wanted to cuddle with you, wanted to wrap his tail around your small body in a possessive way to let you know you're his and that he would take care of you, hunt food to feed you and protect you from anything that could ever hurt you.

It was getting harder and harder for him not to lay you on the ground and press his body against your tiny one and make love to you right there but he knew that, thinking rationally, that was not a good idea at all, as the both of you were just outside a laboratory full of humans and you two could easily get caught and be in danger.

Even though Neteyam craved your body insanely, now even more than before, as he was finally feeling you close and tasting your lips, he was trying to take it as slow and gentle as he could because he wanted to respect your limits instead of scaring you away again. He understood you were human and your race acted in a very different way when it came to relationships. He still thought it to be a dumb way to lead things but it was you who was asking him to act differently and he loved you with his whole being. He could not bring himself to say "no" to that request. He knew it would be temporary and you soon would give into the na'vi that lives inside of you when it came to mating too. For you, Neteyam could wait. He knew things would soon change for the better. You were now in his arms, as the two of you kissed. You were no longer afraid of him. That was everything he needed at that moment. Things were already so much better.

Neteyam noticed you were having more and more trouble breathing, so he got worried and quickly put your oxygen mask back on.

You gasped for air and breathed in so much oxygen once you had your mask on that it might have been funny to watch, though Neteyam did not laugh. On the contrary, he seemed way too serious, way too worried about your safety. You wanted him to relax a bit.

"See how much I love you? I risked dying just to give you a kiss." You tried to speak normally but what came out of your mouth was a hoarse whisper instead, as your lungs were still in need of more air. A weak smile was adorning your lips as you struggled but still managed to let out a frail chuckle

"Don't say that, oeyä tawtute, please." Neteyam told you, trying to stay serious but still letting out a chuckle as well

"See the sacrifices I make for you, Neteyam?" You tried to seem mad at him at the beginning, only to start laughing shortly after, now that you finally had enough oxygen in your system to be able to let out an actual laugh, even if it still sounded weaker than your laughing would sound in another situation

He smiled big and teased you "Skxawng." (moron)

"But you love me." You closed your eyes while smiling, full of yourself

"I do." You opened your eyes to look at his face "More than you think, yawntu."

Your heartbeat accelerated intensely and you blushed. Neteyam found your blushed cheeks adorable. He looked at you so intensely, like he was holding the most precious thing in the world in his arms.

Neteyam knew he had just fallen even harder for you now that you both had kissed. He could not wait until he could be alone with you in a safe place and get to explore your body with his hands and kiss you all over. He almost got hard just thinking about that but he tried his hardest to whoosh that away. Neteyam was scared that feeling his bulge would be too much for you at that moment, specially since he knew he was much bigger than the human males you were used to. You might feel uncomfortable because of that difference and the sudden intimate feeling of his hard big cock against you and want to get out of his arms. Neteyam did not want that to happen. He needed you there a bit more, he was not ready to let you stand on your feet yet. And he was so afraid of you not wanting him close anymore, he was so afraid of perhaps ruining what you both had now. It was far too special for him. He could not let his sexual instincts ruin that. The time would come when you would let him in completely, when you would grant him permission to be inside of you and show you how much he craved your pussy, how much you messed with his head and awakened his most intense desires. Until then, he would wait and take baby steps. For you, he was capable of waiting for ages, though he hoped so strongly it would not take long.

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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Come to Your Senses (Strange x Reader) - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Perfect Story

Song Inspiration

Request?: YES (for @jamiethenerdymonster)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k+

Warnings: MAJOR MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS!! Infrequent language, references to violence. Other than that, nada.

Summary: After being approached by an all-too-familiar face, Stephen finds himself uncovering yet another multiversial mystery. Who is this other Variant of his and just what is his connection with you? (gif by Tenor - link in sources)

“What do you mean that’s not how he died?” Stephen’s eyes bore into your imploringly, searching for the truth.

Your gaze was clouded, darkened by an emotion he knew all too well – grief. “Our Strange did not die defeating Thanos,” you started to explain. Stephen watched as your fingers went to your brown gloves, picking it at the leather covers. You were anxious, most likely due to his presence.

“We were at war,” Professor Xavier continued. “While the rest of us banded together to try to stop Thanos, Stephen, as always, chose to go it alone.”

“He turned to the Darkhold.” Mordo stood for a moment, making his way over to your chair. His hand gently placed itself atop your shoulder. Stephen thought he noticed you wince. “Began dreamwalking. In hopes that our salvation might lie in the Multiverse.”

“And guess what?” Captain Marvel curled her lip into a sneer. “It didn't. But he kept doing it anyway.”

Reed Richards cleared his throat, sending Stephen’s attention his way. “One day, you called us all together, to profess that you had been dreamwalking.” His gaze lowered to the ground for a moment. “In your words, ‘things got out of hand.’ You never told us the details of what had happened. Only that you had inadvertently triggered an incursion. You, our friend, had caused the annihilation of another universe.”

“Everyone in that reality died,” your voice was soft as you stared into Stephen’s eyes, coming across barely any louder than a whisper. “Everyone.”

“Stephen renounced the Darkhold,” Xavier assured him. “He even helped us find the Book of Vishanti, a weapon we did use to kill and defeat Thanos. Thus, one final threat remained.” The elder man raised his hands up to his temples and a shrill sound filled the room. Stephen winced as he felt the soundwaves breach his thoughts, as odd as it sounded. There was a tugging at his brain as a memory was brought to the surface – a memory that certainly wasn’t his own. . .

He was on Titan again, although the scene was much different than it was in his universe. Thanos was thrown against the ground. His beloved blade stabbed right into the centre of his form. There was no doubt that he was dead. Stephen saw himself on his knees in front of the other seven figures. He was dressed similar to the sorcerer version of you – entirely in blue. The Cloak was in the arms of Reed Richards, flailing within the hold as it attempted to escape back to its owner. The tips of Stephen’s fingers were as inky black as a midnight sky, shaking with an intensity the ex-neurosurgeon had only experienced after the first surgery years ago.

You were there, too. Then dressed in the robes of an Adept, you clung to his Alternate self’s form with eyes sparkling from the tears gathered within them. “Please don’t do this,” you were pleading with the other members of the Illuminati. “There has to be another way. We can save him.”

“I’m sorry,” Reed spoke your name softly, as though he didn’t want to cause you more pain, “but it has to be done.”

“NO IT DOESN’T!” you screamed. “Reed, if this was Sue. Or Franklin, or- or Valeria. If it was anyone else, you’d try something else- anything else. You can’t just do this.”

“It is the only way, honey,” Stephen heard the cracking voice of his Alternate self try to say. Other Stephen moved his hands to cradle your neck and pressed his forehead against yours. There was a trail of dried blood under his nose, which you attempted to gently rub out with your thumb. “After what I’ve done, I…I’m a liability. We don’t know what lasting effects the Darkhold would have-”

You silenced him with a kiss to his lips. “Book of the Damned be damned,” you said with confidence. “You’re not leaving me, Stephen Strange. Not now. Especially not now.” There was a silent conversation shared between the two of them as you leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Stephen watched his Alternate self’s eyes widened, then grew solemn as you backed away.

“I’m sorry,” Other Stephen said, voice cracking once again. It was obvious he didn’t want to, but he gently started to push you backwards. “But I can’t take that risk anymore. I have to let them do this.”

“No.” You shook your head aggressively. “No, no no no. Stephen, please-”

Stephen watched as his Alternate self pulled you into an extended kiss. Your hands threaded themselves upwards into his hair and curled in to not let go. Other Stephen’s blackened fingers pressed into your sides as he continued to press his lips to yours, wedding band glistening in the planet’s sunlight. After you broke apart from him to take in some much-needed oxygen, Other Stephen locked eyes with Reed and nodded. The next second, you were pushed back and the hero in blue spandex wrapped his arms around you, all but crushing your form against his own. “I love you,” he said sincerely.

“What- what are you doing?” You thrashed around wildly in his hold. “Reed, let me go. Let me go- STEPHEN!”

Other Stephen looked up at his friends, the team he had supposedly brought together to save the world, and bowed his head. “I’m ready.”

The ex-sorcerer supreme watched in horror as his Alternate self was turned to ash by the sound of Black Bolt’s sonic voice, the scene fading to black as your gut-wrenching sobs echoed in his ears.

“You killed him?!” Stephen couldn’t believe what he had seen. “But that statue. What about the statue? You built a statue.”

“The world needs heroes,” you whispered and he saw the tears pricking at your eyes.

“We made a difficult choice because we knew what our Strange was capable of,” Captain Carter said with a calm disposition. “Or perhaps, what every Doctor Strange is capable of.”

A series of loud sirens blaring stopped the conversation before it could go any further. The members of the Illuminati didn’t so much as flinch at the sound, more concerned about preparing to battle. “The building’s been breached,” Reed stated.

“Yeah, no shit, genius,” came Stephen’s automatic response.

When the security camera footage was pulled up onto a series of holographic screens, Stephen fought back the urge to laugh. Just as he anticipated, Wanda was wreaking havoc on the building. Though the carnage was mainly mechanical, it was as dramatic as the chaos left behind in Kamar-Taj – maybe even more so.

“She's headed for the child,” Captain Marvel stated, preparing to stand up.

Her fellow captain agreed, Carter nodding as she reached for her shield. “Watch him,” she instructed Mordo as she moved off to another doorway out of view. “We'll vote on our return. Come along, Sorcerer Strange.”

Stephen’s gaze flickered onto yours. He could see your hesitation that you were attempting to hide in the depths of your pupils. Unfortunately for you, it didn’t matter what universe he was in. He would always know you and your heart – your kind and beautiful heart. Stephen knew you were struggling to leave him behind, especially after the traumatic experience you had with his Alternate self’s death. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want you to stay, so he could have just a few more minutes to see you.

But he knew you needed to go. Stephen gave you a small reassuring nod, a courtesy he would afford you. “It’s okay,” he mouthed.

It must have been the wrong thing to say, as he saw you take a deep inhale and storm out through the doorway, a choked sob echoing out for a minute before it vanished. At least some things never changed, Stephen thought to himself. You never fail to put your foot in your mouth, do you, Strange?

“Stephen,” the voice of Professor Xavier tore Stephen from his thoughts, “should you manage to escape this chamber, you must guide America Chavez.”

Mordo looked incredulous. “What the hell are you saying?”

“Save the girl,” the elder hero continued, blatantly ignoring the sorcerer beside him, “and get to the Book of Vishanti.”

“What,” Stephen asked, “you have the book here?”

“Yes. You built a waypoint.”

“Charles!” Mordo hissed in exclamation. “We cannot trust him.”

The man simply shook his head and stared directly at Stephen, giving him an unsettling feeling of vulnerability all over again. “I believe we can. Just because someone stumbles and loses their way, doesn't mean they're lost forever.” His sharp eyes met Stephen’s. “We will see what kind of Doctor Strange you are.”

Stephen gave a nod. “Thank you,” he called softly as Xavier directed his motorised wheelchair out of the room. Once the man had disappeared from sight, he directed his attention back to Mordo. “Take me to the Book of Vishanti so that we can fight her together.”

“You are in no position to give orders,” Mordo snapped. “My vote will conclude these proceedings when they return.”

There was a loud crash which sounded from the hallway. He turned to look at the singular holographic screen that remained and saw Wanda had brought down a stone statue on Captain Marvel. When the hero didn’t get back up, it caused a pit to form in Stephen’s stomach. He couldn’t see you in the Ultron sentry’s feed. Deep down, he knew the you he had just met wasn’t the one he’s known for most of his life. Yet he still couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to protect you.

“They're not coming back and you just cast your vote now to kill your friends,” Stephen called up. Suddenly he froze. He had an idea. “Not that that ever bothered you before.” He swung his restrained hands in front of him. “You know, you hated me back where I came from. I bet secretly, my brother, you hated me here. You must've been so jealous.”

When Mordo didn’t respond, Stephen tried to push his luck even further. “Do you know what? I bet you were thrilled when you heard I've been corrupted.” A chuckle left his mouth. “Hell, you probably gave me the Darkhold to begin with.”

That certainly got his attention. “You know nothing,” Mordo said, “of this universe.”

“I know that killing Stephen Strange was your ticket to getting the Sanctum, to becoming Sorcerer Supreme, and to joining your little circus of clowns, the Illuminati.” Stephen laughed again. “And that didn’t even work, did it? Because his wife took your spot.”

“I’M READY!” The green-cloaked sorcerer shouted, drawing his sword. “To cast my vote. Now.”

He charged forward, a scream tearing out of his throat as he leaped. Stephen, though, was prepared and dodged to the right. In truth, Stephen thought he had the fight under control. He spun and dodged, using his legs to catch the other sorcerer off-guard. He was successful in getting the cuffs off, thanks to a well timed attack from Mordo. What he didn’t expect, though, was to be thrown against the wall. Stephen heard the shing! of Mordo’s blade as he prepared to strike the final blow. He tried to prepare himself to fight back, but was spared by the sound of a body thudding to the ground.

“You know, all you Stephen’s talk too much.”

Stephen looked up to catch your gaze, a small dagger glowing in your hand. You tossed it up in the air before catching it and giving him a small smile.

“You’re alive,” was the only sentence he was able to form.

“You really think I was going to let you die again?” you asked, nodding to the gap between the floor and podium of meeting chairs. “And by Karl’s hand, no less.”

Stephen gave a small snort as he lifted his wrists up to you, where you shook your head and wiggled your fingers to create a spell that sent the metal to the ground. “Shall we?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I think I'm beginning to understand why your Mordo,” Mordo’s voice called from the gap as the two of you raced out of the hall, “didn't like you very much!”

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As the two of you ran through the hall, you gave a small gasp at the sight of your fallen compatriots. “Peggy…” you whispered. “Maria… Reed.” The Cloak of Levitation fluttered around your shoulders in sadness. You fell onto your knees in front of the sliced Captain Carter, eyes squeezing shut.

For one of the first times in his life, Stephen didn’t know what to do. He tried to comfort you by placing a shaky hand against your shoulder. When your body shook with silent sobs, he knelt down beside you and pressed his lips to your temple. “I’m so sorry,” he apologised. “I’m so sorry.”

“Please don’t,” you whispered, weakly attempting to break away from his embrace. “I’m sorry, but that’s just…it was the last thing-”

Oh. Almost immediately Stephen flinched backwards and helped you up. “I didn’t realise,” he said. “I just…I don’t like seeing you sad.”

A small forlorn smile passed upon your lips. “It’s alright. Come on, let’s get you out of here. If I know my friend Christine as well as I think I do, she would have taken America through the Passage.” Without another word, you reached over and grabbed his hand, tugging him through hallway after hallway.

“You really didn’t have to save me, you know,” Stephen spoke after you walked in silence for a while. “I would have had him.”

You gave a breathy laugh. “Now you really sound like my Stephen. He never wanted to ask for help. I’d always say that the Dark Dimension would be bathed in light before he let someone else solve his problems.”

Stephen wasn’t sure why, but there was a warm feeling in his chest when you claimed a version of him as yours. Even though it wasn’t his world, hearing you say his name like that and with such fondness just felt right. “Your Stephen sure was pretty lucky.”

Another laugh, dry this time. “Sure, if you count being cursed by an ancient book of dark magic and being killed by his closest friends lucky.”

“I meant because he had you.”

You froze mid-step.

“Did I say something wrong again?” Stephen fretted.

“No.” A flush coated your cheeks. “It’s just…” You faltered a bit as you continued your quick pace. “How you talk about my life with Stephen… Am I wrong to assume that we’re something different from where you’re from?”

“Is it really that obvious?” Stephen would have really preferred to look anywhere else but at you at that given moment.

“A bit,” you admitted. “Can I ask what it is we are? Make the next right, by the way.”

“Friends, I guess. You’re my best friend. We’ve never really talked about being together, together. You- I mean, she- never really saw me as anything else.” Stephen was surprised to hear how sad his voice was over the lack of relationship the two of you shared. “I get it, I guess. I wasn’t entirely over Christine until recently, so we always avoided the conversation. Then she- Christine- got married, so…”

“Wait, Christine got married?”

Stephen nodded. “To Charlie.”

“Charlie…I’ve got to remember that name,” you remarked with a grin. “See if I can get her out of that lab finally.”

“Anyway, that’s what we are in my universe. What…what about you and Other Me?” Stephen couldn’t help himself. “I mean, I know we were married, but what were we like?”

You tilted your head thoughtfully as you guided him through another hallway in the Sanctum. “We had our trials. It took a while for us to get together. The number of times it took for you to realise me coming into your office without a child-”

“What do you mean, child?”

“My Stephen was a paediatrician like you,” you replied.

“I’m not a paediatrician,” Stephen was bewildered. “I’m- or, I was, a neurosurgeon. ”

“I always thought you were more of a brains over brawn kind of guy,” you teasingly remarked.

“Ha ha, very funny. I’m not good with kids, anyway.”

There was a twinge of sadness in your eyes at his comment. “I honestly thought you were going to be great with kids.”

The thought surprised him, someone saying he’d be good with children. “Did we ever…talk about having kids?”

A coy smile toyed at your lips. “Oh, I’d say we did more than just talk about having them.”

“So we had kids, then?”

The darkness he had seen on your features in the open hall returned. Stephen decided right then and there that once he returned to his universe, he would never do anything to cause that darkness to plague you. “Just one,” your voice was but a whisper as you spoke. “Grayson. He, uh, he was born after you- he- uh, Other You…died.”

Now it was Stephen’s turn to stop in his tracks before he quickened his pace. “That’s why you were trying to stop them from-”

“I didn’t want to lose my husband, but I didn’t want my child to lose his father.” You wiped at your nose and sniffled as you ran. “You can see how well I succeeded with that.”

“Where’s Grayson now?”

“With my parents. Whenever duty calls and I know I’m going to be away for a while, I always try to make sure he has somewhere to go and feel loved.” You let out a breathy laugh. “Stephen, I know I’m not her exactly, but I can tell you from my experience that chances are she loves you. Just…do me a favour and try ”

Stephen felt his heart skip a beat. “What?”

“Tell her how you feel. I mean it is a bit obvious that you’re obsessed with me, or should I say us.” You gave a little giggle at that. “Come on, it should be right down this way.”

The two of you charged down another corridor, your feet skidding along the tile. The sound bounced off of the walls and caused the two of you to cringe in fear of being discovered by Wanda. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when Stephen backtracked that you crossed paths with Christine and America.

“Hey,” Stephen’s tone relaxed slightly at the sight of the young multiversal traveller. “You all right?” He was surprised to say the least when she ran straight into his arms, clutching onto his midsection for a tight hug. “You okay? You all right?”

America nodded into his robes. “Yeah, we’re okay,” she promised. “She fixed him, by the way.”

Suddenly, Stephen was wrapped into another tight hug, this time by a flash of red fabric. The Cloak of Levitation flew around his shoulders. It was almost as if it was attempting to tell him it was okay, too.

“Not great with kids, my ass,” he heard you mutter under your breath, a small smile threatening to reveal itself. The interaction made your heart swell. It always killed you to think about how Grayson would grow up without his father. Yet, in some way, seeing this other Stephen with a child just confirmed what you knew deep down in your heart. Your husband would do anything for his children’s safety, even if it had meant destroying himself so they could have a life.

It was then he directed his attention to Christine. “Xavier said I built a waypoint to the Book of Vishanti. Can you take us there?”

The woman before him didn’t look convinced. “How am I supposed to trust you?” she asked.

“I know what happened now,” Stephen explained. “I'm sorry for what he did. But believe me, the Book of Vishanti is the only way.”

The red-headed scientist scoffed. “Yeah, your way,” she said. “You sound a lot like our world’s Stephen right now. He had to be the one holding the knife, and then that knife ended up killing a trillion people.”

“Yeah, but this Stephen is different,” America came to his defence. “He is. It doesn't matter about all the other Stephens. They're not like him.”

Stephen nodded. “Smart kid.”

“Christine, please,” you said, stepping closer to your friend. “She’s right. We can trust him.”

Christine looked between you and Stephen, then shifted her gaze toward America. She appeared to battle with herself for quite a while, tilting her head side to side as she thought. A second later, she sighed and closed her eyes. “Fine,” she relented. “But do not make me regret this.”

Stephen brought his lip in a tight line. “Believe me. I won't.”

Just as the words were uttered from his lips, there was a loud thudding noise from overhead and the lights began to flicker around you all. Someone was coming to find you…

…and that someone was the Scarlet Witch.

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Author's note: SURPRISE! Bet you didn't see that coming. Or maybe you did because you are all literally super smart and know my writing style really well by now. Yes, I had to do my Supreme Strange baby justice by giving him a family, even though I know he's probably something of a jerk. Let's just give him the benefit of the doubt here, yeah?

Also please bear with me with the dialogue taken from the film. I had to keep pausing and rewinding to get it just right, but I still think I missed a decent chuck. Of course, I edited some of it to work better for my story, but all that aside. As I'm scheduling this post, I still have one chapter queued up, although the story isn't quite done. I'm hoping to be able to get it ready before it's meant to be put up, but I just want to manage expectations about timing.

Can we try to get to 200 reblogs/interactions by next Friday? We'll see how the queue will look next week and maybe...just maybe...you'll get another chapter ;)

Until next time, my little sparks!

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Because I didn't want to clog up the comment section on the post even further and to answer your question about the Balance finale, I basically went "oooh my god" because Blake. Blake. Who must be so powerful (holding up that ward and dreamwalking while those aren't his 'main' powers.) and so willing to do e v e r y t h i n g for his Listener. And don't get me started on the confession video, I'm 80% sure he knew what to do/say to make his Listener kiss him due to Sight but the rest of me, the 20%, wants to believe he really didn't see this coming. (honks clown nose)

But Blake, who will probably either kill his Listener due to a self-fulfilling prophecy (his actions being why they're dying in the first place) or ends up sacrificing himself for them (potentially setting off a chain reaction of further bad stuff in regards to the Sovereigns.) And it's killing me. (Thank you for this, Erik.)

I just love a fictional guy who is willing to watch the world burn to keep the one person they care about safe. (Also see: Imperium Vega and Pet.)

Anyway, thank you again for the match-up, I keep going back and re-reading it, hehe.

Oooh, it hasn’t occurred to me that he’s manipulating Bestie even further by knowing what to say to get to kiss them! I imagined he was going it the good, old fashioned way, that’s interesting… Both are good 💛

I’m so glad you liked your match-up, lovey; I hope you have a great day and that it continues to bring you joy 💕

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So Do Something

At long last, a draft has been posted. I’m not completely failing at my resolution, just mostly. Also one of my friends (who we’ve been crushing on each other since 5th grade but that’s not important) is starting to heavily flirt with me and I’m scared. :’)

Prompt: “You don’t want to live in a society like this, and yet you don’t want to do anything about it.”

CW: Manipulation, CloseKnit stuff, Blake things, Cursing, i don’t honestly know, victim blaming (?), Inversion mentions

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Blake was one of the most frustrating people alive. It was an over exaggeration considering they had yet to meet every living person in the whole of the world, let alone Dahlia. What made Blake the most frustrating within their limited circle of friends, was how much they cared about him. They had been friends since childhood and yet Blake seemed utterly oblivious that going for as long as he did without a word harmed them. They had tried to turn their heart off for the sake of not feeling crushed at the end of every day without a word from their Dreamwalking best friend. It worked for a bit, but it was as if all that progress and work had been diminished into dust the moment he showed up within one of their dreams.

This wasn’t a dream anymore though. He sat in front of them, coffee mug in hand and looking more uncomfortable and nervous than they’ve ever seen him. It made them wonder if they were the cause for the uncomfortability. It didn’t used to be like that. He used to feel the most comfortable around them, especially since all of their other friends weren’t certified. Any training they received for their magic had been from parents and friends. Them and Blake were the only DAMN alumni. They only asked confused, if a bit skeptical questions, throughout his explanation of where he had been and why they should come with him. He was taking part in some twisted hate cult thing, and they wanted no part in it. But it was Blake. So they went to one meeting.

The leader of the meeting, oh what was his name… Zeke?, to his credit, did a pretty good job at spinning the tale to make it seem like the humans were working with the species they seemed to hate. And they tried to answer the questions that had plagued the two’s lives. But they couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t something they wanted to or should be a part of. They wished they could grab Blake’s hand and beg him to come with them. To leave this place. But he was so deeply rooted, so dependent on what they told him to believe that they knew there was no hope for their friend anymore. So they left and never went back there.

Blake tried to convince them to come to another few meetings, but they made up an excuse here and there as to why they couldn’t go. Eventually Blake got the hint and stopped asking. But they stayed friends, and that was what was important. Everything seemed to go back to normal, bar the times Blake couldn’t come hang out with them because apparently CloseKnit had him doing an important task that just couldn’t wait. They didn’t understand, but they didn’t ask. So they went to the E&E games alone. They wish they would have just stayed home.

Blake came into their dreams again a week after the horror show ended. He reshaped it from the memory of people dying to the shades into their living room. He was sitting on the couch again, except this time they had the mug.

“Are you okay?” Blake asked, his worried gaze staring at them. They looked up from the hot liquid in their mug, aware of the dreamlike state they existed in. They told themselves to not cry, but tears spilled over anyway. Blake took the mug from them and hugged them, whispering apologies into their hair as they sobbed into his arms.

“It was horrible Blake. So many people died and the Department just… stood there. They were going to let us die to save the rest of this fucking town. They were waiting for demons to come to take care of it because the shades can’t harm the demons. But people were dying.” They hiccupped. Blake’s hand moved soothingly up and down their back.

“I know. It’s why CloseKnit’s purpose is more important than ever. Without demons here right now, humans would learn to survive better without them. Or we could have the weaver come closer to take care of problems like this. No need to be waiting or any of that.” They pulled away, looking up at Blake with angry teary eyes.

“Why are you doing that? This isn’t something you can just twist into CloseKnit propaganda. These were people, Blake. Not tools!” They said, their voice raising. Blake watched them quietly as their breathing turned frantic and into hyperventilating. He waited a few torturous heartbeats before cupping their cheek, his thumb wiping away some of the tears as he smiled softly.

“If you think that the Department wouldn’t hesitate a single moment before using our deaths to promote their cause, you’re delusional. Same with demons. Everyone uses everyone. That’s just how society is.” He said. They shook their head, hugging themselves as their shoulders shook with their sobs. He sighed and hugged them again. “I know. You don’t want to live in a society like this, and yet you don’t want to do anything about it.” He said. They shook their head again, their throat closing up more. “It’s true. But if you do want to do something about society, then join CloseKnit with me. We can help each other. Spend time together again. Just like old times without any differences.”

“Okay.”

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