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peacelovepandora · 1 year

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Fear of You, Deep and Blue

Jake x Daughter!Reader

if you want, you can set the mood by listening to james horner's fourth track on the avatar soundtrack called "the bioluminescence of the night". but anyways, enjoyyyyy <3

"Mom! Mom! Watch!" Lo'ak exclaimed, before charging at the pond, jumping up--balling his limbs to his chest in the process--and splashing into the water.

"Oh!" Neytiri exclaimed, laughing as she leaned away, shielding her hand in front of her face, "Lo'ak!"

"Woo!" Neteyam cheered, following suit as Lo'ak resurfaced from underneath the water.

When Neteyam jumped in, Neytiri laughed as she swam backwards. Her long limbs combed through the water, each movement causing it to ripple around her. She swam a few strokes before her arm connected with a smooth, floating surface. Turning around, she quickly realized that she'd come in contact with a small lily pad. Smiling, she made her way around it before ducking beneath the water's surface.

Neteyam and Lo'ak, who had been heavily occupied with splashing one another, slowed their movements. Neteyam was the first to scan their surroundings--the grand silhouettes of trees, vines, and leaves, the scattered fan lizards gliding above their heads, the gentle sway of overgrown plant tendrils and grass as the breeze agitated them. Neighboring planets gleamed above them within the deep blue, night sky. Though movement was happening, naturally, everything seemed to reach a temporary stillness.

Then, glancing over at the soft, grassy land--adjacent to the pond, which led back to the village--Neteyam released a breath when he spotted you. Occupied by your multicolored beads and strings, you hadn't noticed the sudden silence around you.

"Hey," Lo'ak called, making Neteyam turn to him, "Where's Mom and Dad?"

Just as he asked this, Jake and Neytiri broke from the water's surface, each parent grabbing a son before throwing him in the air. Neteyam and Lo'ak screamed, flinging their limbs wildly. The element of surprise worked against them as they fell back into the water, having no time to brace themselves. Both boys landed recklessly in the water.

Jake and Neytiri laughed, high-fiving before Jake maintained his grip on her hand and pulled it to his lips. As he kissed her knuckles, she smiled, shaking her head at him.

When Neteyam and Lo'ak resurfaced, they both began yelling in protest.

"What was that for?"

"Mom!"

"No fair! You ganged up on us!"

"Not cool!"

The commotion made you look up from your beads, curious to see what had your older brothers screaming so piercingly. When you saw your parents laughing at them as they complained animatedly, you bit back a smile before lowering your head again.

Jake chuckled before turning to check on you. As expected, you hadn't moved from the spot he'd left you at. His gaze softened as his smile fell slightly. Then, after feeling a gentle hand on his arm, he turned to face his mate.

Neytiri's gaze, as soft as his, shifted from him to you. Jake turned his attention back to you as Neytiri swam closer. As she reached Jake, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Absentmindedly, his large hands cupped her waist, pulling her closer.

"Ma Jake," she whispered, "There will be a time when this cannot continue."

Jake released a sigh, keeping his eyes on you as he nodded. "I know."

As Lo'ak and Neteyam began tackling each other, once again, Neytiri leaned in, positioning herself closer to Jake's ear.

Jake lowered his gaze, focusing on the luminescent pond floor. "She was just a baby," he continued, "I mean, she still is just a baby, but she couldn't even walk yet."

Guilt flooded his eyes, making Neytiri frown before cupping his cheek. She coaxed him to face her before speaking.

"Ma Jake," she breathed, "You are not to blame. She would have followed you anywhere."

"But I should've been watching her," he whispered, "Our baby girl, she--" He shook his head, closing his eyes before continuing. "She's traumatized by this. She's not gonna wanna go near another body of water again."

Neytiri rubbed his cheekbone with her thumb. Then, after planting a kiss on his skin, she leaned back and looked at you. Jake turned to look, as well, observing you quietly.

A small smile was plastered on your lips as you excitedly finished your last bracelet. Then, looking up, you met the gaze of both your parents, making your smile widen.

"Mommy! Daddy! Come see!"

Unable to help himself, Jake broke into a wide smile, feeling his heart swell at your high-pitched, enthusiastic tone.

Neytiri smiled brightly, tilting her head as she admired you. "Coming, my love!"

Turning back to Jake, she leaned in to speak in his ear. "She is still so young," she whispered, "It is better if we solve this now, rather than later."

Jake pulled back, staring at her for a moment. Neytiri raised her eyebrows, giving him an encouraging look. Then, turning around, Neytiri called to your brothers.

"Neteyam! Lo'ak! Come!"

The boys took one last jab at each other before pulling away. As they walked out of the pond, Neytiri raised herself to a standing position before following them out.

Padding across the forest floor, both brothers ran past you, not before placing a quick hand on your head in the process.

"Straight home!" Neytiri called after them, before kneeling in front of you.

"Mommy!" you called, smiling as she eyed you endearingly.

"Yes, my sweet girl," she replied, running a hand through your long hair, "What do you have for me?"

Raising your hands, you held the ends of a beaded bracelet, which was just long enough to fit around Neytiri's wrist. "A gift!" you answered, eyeing her eagerly for approval.

"Oh, ‘itetsyìp ," she cooed, grabbing your face and pressing her forehead against yours, emitting giggles from you, "It is the most beautiful!"

As Neytiri held out her wrist, allowing you to tie the bracelet on, the sound of rippling water caused you to look up. Jake stepped out of the water, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of the bracelet. You smiled up at him before completing the knot.

"Daddy!" you squealed, quickly grabbing your second bracelet, "Don't worry, I didn't forget about you! See?"

Jake chuckled, though his smile didn't reach his eyes, as he kneeled before you. "I get one too?" he asked.

"Mhm! Hold your hand out!" you instructed, making him smile again.

Following your orders, he held his wrist out, letting you wrap the beaded string around it. As you concentrated on tying, Neytiri placed her hand on your head and kissed your hair. When her lips connected with your head, she looked up, eyeing her mate.

Feeling her eyes on him, Jake looked up to meet Neytiri's gaze. His expression fell slightly as she pulled away, standing up silently. Giving him one last nod, she slipped away into the forest.

When you finished your knot, you raised your hands in celebration. "Done!" you exclaimed, making Jake turn his attention back to you, "Do you like it?"

Jake smiled softly, raising his wrist to admire your work. "Wow, look at that," he breathed, turning his wrist over, "My baby girl's the best bead artist in all of Pandora!"

You giggled, making his smile grow. Lowering his wrist, he held his hands out to you, motioning you over.

"C'mere," he instructed softly.

He watched as you stood up, brushing off your backside before turning to face him. Then, you took one small step forward, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. Jake tilted his head, instantly picking up on your playful aura. When you took another small step forward, he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, we're playin' that game, huh?" he asked, lowering his hands to brace himself.

Giggles poured from your lips as you braced yourself before sprinting in the opposite direction.

"Oh, that was a big mistake, baby!" he called, running after you.

You screamed, sprinting across the grass before reaching a tree. When you darted behind it, Jake reached it, grabbing onto the trunk. Your giggles grew louder as you peeked around the trunk, only to be met with your father's looming figure.

"I see you!" he exclaimed, making you squeal and run to the other side.

Jake laughed loudly, mimicking your movements as he switched sides. When you peeked around the opposite side, Jake hid his presence for a moment. Then, he popped his head out with a growl.

"You can't hide from me!" he barked, making you scream and run back around.

As easily as it would've been for him to catch you, a childish part of him thrived in the chase. So, he let you run around the tree before padding after you, reaching his hands out like claws.

"I'm gonna get you!" he yelled, quickly gaining on you, "Those little legs can only carry you so far!"

Jake dropped to his knees and skidded across the forest floor, sliding behind you and grabbing your waist. You screamed as he lifted you, flipping you upside down. Then, he pulled you to his chest, keeping one arm wrapped around your legs--which were kicking wildly--as he poked your stomach repeatedly with his other hand.

"Is this what you want? Huh?" he teased, switching to lightly wiggling his fingers over your soft stomach, making you go wild, "You want Daddy to give you some belly laughs?"

You shook your head, unable to get a word out through your laughter.

"No? You sure?" he asked, raising his tone to be heard over your laughs, "Because whenever you wanna provoke me, this is how we solve things."

You shook your head, raising your hands to cover your face.

"Ah, no you don't," Jake said, quickly digging into your hollows to make you lower your hands, "Don't you dare hide that smile from me."

He flipped you right-side up, wrapping his arms around your tiny body and pulling you close. Your giggles died down as he pressed his face against the side of your head, nuzzling into you.

Releasing a sigh, he cupped your head. "My sweet girl," he breathed, "I can never get enough of that smile of yours."

Wrapping your arms around Jake's neck, you pulled yourself closer.

"I love you, Daddy."

Though he knew it wasn't physically possible, he'd almost convinced himself that his heart had turned to mush in that moment. Lowering you, he pressed your head against his chest as he began petting your head, working his hand slowly through your dark waves.

"I love you more, baby. You know I'll always protect you, right?" he asked, making you nod, "I'd reign all hellfire if anything happened to you."

Glancing down, he grew relieved as he saw your eyes drooping closed. However, his relief morphed into anxiety and guilt as he looked towards the pond.

A small noise came from your lips, making Jake snap his gaze back down to you. However, he relaxed when he saw that you'd simply let out a small whimper in your sleep.

"Shhhh," he hushed you, watching as your hand subconsciously slid down his collarbone before settling on his chest.

With every breath he took, your small hand rose and fell with his chest. Ever since you were an infant, you'd always found comfort in filling his heartbeat as you drifted off.

As Jake's mind wandered back to memories of you as a baby, he was unable to stop it from traveling to that night.

"It's mine!" Lo'ak exclaimed, charging after his brother.

"I had it first!" Neteyam protested, water splashing at his feet as he ran into the pond.

"Aye! Both of you!" Jake called, running after his sons, "Quit it now! Give it to me!"

Jake briefly put you down before climbing into the pond. Neteyam and Lo'ak had already made their way to the deeper end, much to Jake's annoyance. He began swimming after them, scolding them in the process.

As you watched your father, you let out amused giggles, clapping your hands. Then, as he got farther away, you frowned slightly, your instincts wanting him close to you again.

Since your only method of travel was with your hands and knees, you began to crawl along the side of the pond. You babbled as you followed Jake, continuing along the edge as he swam farther into the deep end.

"Stop! No! Give it to me!" Jake chided, gripping Neteyam's wrist and snatching the object from his grasp, "Both of you need to cool it. Now."

"Dad!" Neteyam exclaimed, pointing past Jake as Lo'ak smacked the back of his head.

"Aye!" Jake barked, snatching Lo'ak's arm, "What did I just say?"

"Dad!" Neteyam yelled again, eyes wide with fear as he continued to point.

Jake looked at Neteyam, following his finger before sharply turning around. He caught sight of your hand reaching the edge of the pond before you stopped, smiling as you realized that you had Jake's attention again.

"Y/N!" Jake yelled, eyes wide as he bolted back towards you, swimming furiously.

"Dad, get her!" Lo'ak yelled, panic echoing in his tone.

Jake had almost reached you when your hand went over the edge, causing you to plummet into the water. Though you were an infant, the feeling of the icy cold temperature rushing into your lungs--along with the suffocating gasp you took--would forever be ingrained in your mind.

"Shit!"

Your father's eyes expanded with panic as he took a sharp breath and dived. It took him no time to spot you, given that the pond's floor glowed with a radiance that matched the rest of the forest. Your tiny body squirmed as a confused panic overwhelmed your young mind.

Jake straightened his body, shooting forward with a fresh momentum before grabbing you. Within a couple of seconds, he reached the surface, raising you above his head in order to help you resurface first. As he gasped and blinked rapidly, your coughs and cries immediately triggered his panic reflex.

"Y/N!" Neteyam yelled.

Ignoring his sons' calls, Jake pulled you to his chest and hopped out of the water. Then, he began patting your back, coaxing water out of your lungs as you spit up repeatedly.

"Oh my God, baby," Jake cooed, voice shaking with panic, "Baby, baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

He gently bounced you once before patting your back again. "That's it, that's it. Get it all out."

Once your coughing was completed, it was replaced by crying. Jake cursed himself as he pulled you to his chest, bouncing you gently as he cupped your small head in his hand.

"I'm so sorry, baby girl. I'm so sorry," he cooed, "Shhhh, it's over now. Daddy has you. Daddy's got you."

Jake closed his eyes, feeling a fire spark within him as the memory concluded. He still held a great deal of anger at himself. In many ways, he felt as though he'd failed to protect you. Furthermore, he was reminded of it every time you refused to go near a larger body of water.

However, he also knew that his mate was right. It was better to get you over this fear now than later. You couldn't go your whole life avoiding water.

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Releasing a sigh, you blinked briefly as a yawn pushed its way through your lips. As your vision began to clear, you leaned your head up. Immediately, you were met with the tender gaze of your father.

Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Hi, Daddy."

He smiled briefly. "Hi, baby," he answered lowly, "Have a good nap?"

You nodded. "Mhm."

Turning away from him, you rubbed your eyes before opening them once again. As your surroundings materialized before you, a paralyzing panic shot through your entire body. Eyes widening, you looked around, moving your gaze from Jake's arms around your body to the pool of water that surrounded you. Turning frantically, you spotted the grassy forest floor, several feet away.

"No," you breathed, tears gathering in your eyes, "No! No! Daddy! No!"

"Y/N, Y/N," Jake called calmly, tightening his grip on you as you began squirming, "Baby, look at me. Look at me, sweetheart."

He'd never seen you break down so fast. Pure terror befell your eyes as you began screaming. Your piercing voice echoed throughout the entire forest, agitating a swarm of fan lizards as they took off above you.

Jake felt his heart shattering within his chest as he maintained his steel grip on you, knowing that he would need to tough it out for the results he wanted in the end.

Nevertheless, he couldn't help thinking that he did this to you. He was the reason that water terrified you so deeply. However, this weighing guilt gave him the strength to assure an end to this fear. Once you saw how harmless and beautiful water could be, you would be able to move past this.

"Baby girl, please," he begged softly, "Look at me. Look at Daddy."

However, the longer he held you, the more he realized that his words would do nothing to soothe your tears. This was pure, genuine fear, and you simply needed to cry it out.

So, after releasing a sigh, he pressed your head against his chest, once again. Bouncing you gently, he let you cling to him and scream at the top of your lungs. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he continued to remind himself that this was for your own good.

Jake didn't time it, so he had no idea how long you cried, but he'd never forget the relief that washed over him when you finally began to calm down. Opening his eyes, he lowered his gaze to you, watching as your hoarse voice began to quiet down. Keeping his vision trained on you, he waited as your cries turned to sniffles. Then, after a long moment, you grew silent, wiping your swollen eyes with your hands.

Before saying anything, he let you look around. He wanted you to observe your situation and process the lack of danger on your own. Still hiccuping with the occasional sniffle, you looked around, taking in the serene state of the pond.

Finally, you looked back up at Jake, eyeing him vulnerably. He released a breath through his nose, smiling softly as he tilted his head.

"You ready to hear me out now?" he asked.

Your small hand moved over his chest, resting over his heart. Lowering your gaze, you nodded.

"Okay," he began, tilting your head back up with his pointer, "I need you to know that I'm not gonna let anything happen to you tonight. Do you understand?"

You pouted, looking around before nodding.

"Water is not always scary. It cleanses us, relaxes us, hydrates us, offers us methods of travel," he continued, "and once your body learns how to interact with water, it can do so much for you, baby."

You released a breath, still eyeing the pond with uneasiness. Slowly, Jake began to lower himself. "There are countless situations where water can be harmless. I need to show you that so you don't have to be afraid anymore."

Whining slightly, you clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Immediately, he stopped his movements.

"You want a moment?" he asked.

After you nodded, he maintained his position, allowing you to adjust to your proximity to the water. Once you grew comfortable, you looked back at him.

"Can I keep going?" he asked gently, earning a nod from you.

Jake resumed lowering himself, finally stopping when your feet were just above the water. He tightened his grip before speaking once more.

"I got you," he said simply.

As he slowly lowered you both into the water, you tucked your face into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt the temperature slightly drop around you. Once the water was up to your chest, Jake halted his movements, allowing you to adjust.

In the silence of the night, the only sound you heard was the soft rippling of the water that surrounded you. For a few minutes, you kept yourself tucked into Jake's neck, not daring to lift your head. However, after Jake placed a hand over your head, petting your hair, you slowly gained the courage to sit up.

When you did, you gasped, looking around at how close the water was to you. Jake watched you closely, monitoring your state.

Then, you released a breath, feeling your fear begin to slip off of you. Jake lifted his hand from the water, running it softly over the back of your head before lowering it.

"You okay?"

When you nodded, he sighed, smiling slightly.

"Okay," he answered, "Now, I've told you about holding your breath before, right? Let me see you do it."

Meeting his eyes, you took in a deep breath and puffed up your cheeks. Jake laughed, nodding briefly.

"Exactly. Good girl." He bounced you once, readjusting his grip on you. "Now, that's what you always have to do when you go underwater. No matter what, don't take a breath while underneath. That's how it hurts your chest."

Raising a hand, he placed it over your small chest. "Right here. But if you hold your breath, going under won't hurt you."

Releasing the breath you'd been holding, you lowered your gaze to his hand, which was still resting on your chest. Then, you looked back into his eyes--eyes that assured a sense of security that no one could match.

Jake shook his head. "That's all it is."

When he lowered his hand, wrapping it back around your body, you glanced around one more time. Jake waited for you to meet his gaze again before raising an eyebrow.

"Can we try?" he asked, squeezing you briefly.

You took a small breath and nodded.

Jake smiled, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his chest.

"Ready?" he asked, "Deep breath."

The two of you inhaled deeply before he lowered your bodies beneath the water's surface. The cool rush was a shock to your mind, but you found the sensation slightly refreshing. Opening your eyes, you were met with a view of your father, his eyes watching you as his queue floated freely behind him. He nodded to you, giving you a close-lipped smile.

When he brought you back up, you both inhaled deeply, blinking rapidly as water dripped down your faces. You panted, looking around as Jake held you to him.

Cupping your head, he raised his eyebrows. "You okay?"

As your panting breaths calmed, you felt a small smile tug on your lips. "Again, Daddy."

His eyes widened as he gawked at you. For a moment, he remained silent. However, his blank stare turned into a wide smile. Before long, his smile broke into relieved laughter.

"A-Again?" he repeated, cupping your cheek.

You nodded, unable to resist smiling with him.

Jake released a breath, shaking his head. "Oh, good girl," he breathed, squeezing you to him and peppering you with kisses, "Good girl, good girl."

You giggled as he leaned back, wiping some hair from your face. "My brave girl," he whispered, "God, I love you so much."

"Again, Daddy," you repeated, making him chuckle before nodding.

"Alright, we'll go again. Ready? Deep breath."

As you repeated your actions, you stayed underneath longer. Looking around, you took in the glowing pond floor. You felt as though you were seeing a completely different version of the world. Then, after looking back at Jake, you pressed your hand against his chest.

Jake looked down, smiling at your hand placement before pulling you close, holding you as your hair floated wildly around you.

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lulublack90 · 7 days

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Prompt 20 - Florist AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 20, word count 669

Every morning, Remus had to walk past a florist to get to work. He’d go the other way, but it was so much longer and going this way cut a whole ten minutes off his commute.

He had to bury his face in his jumper as he walked past. Even on the other side of the road, the smell was pungent. It made his eyes water, and he’d sneeze for hours afterwards. But he’d never been inside.

His favourite work colleague had just found out she was pregnant, and he wanted to get her a gift. Her name was Lily, so he wanted to get her one in congratulations, as she’d mentioned years ago that it was lucky that her favourite flowers were lilies or else that would be awkward.

A little bell tinkled as he pushed the door open. The shop was full to bursting with blooms of every colour and variety you could wish for. He was instantly overwhelmed by the smell and the choice. He took shallow, even breaths in through his mouth so as not to aggravate his nostrils.

A man dressed entirely in black, not a single bit of colour on him, appeared through a beaded curtain that Remus supposed led to the back rooms and flashed a dazzling smile at him.

“Hello and welcome to Kabloom, where all our flowers are an explosion of colour and perfume!” The man proclaimed proudly. “My name is Sirius. How may I be of service this fine, fine day?” Remus was quite taken aback by the level of exuberance Sirius emitted.

“My friend is having a baby, and I wanted to get her a lily,” Remus said as he glanced around at the shop, unsure what a lily actually looked like.

“Aww, how lovely. I must check, though, that she doesn’t have a cat. Just because lilies are extremely toxic to them.” Sirius warned.

“No, she doesn’t have a cat. I think she’s got a goldfish, though.” He added.

“I don’t know about goldfish, but yeah, lilies are really bad for cats. Okay, so I think the Lilium candidum would be perfect. It’s got these beautiful delicate petals and smells wonderful.” Sirius darted to the left and grabbed a pot with a lot of small green leaves along a tall stalk. The top was adorned with wide-open flowerheads with bright yellow pollen on the tips of long fingers, making them look like matches. He handed it over to Remus. “It does best outside but can be potted in a suitable pot in the house as long as it’s provided with adequate sunlight. It may need staking as it grows.”

“Thank you,” Remus said gratefully, happy to have the burden of choice taken away from him. “How much do I owe you?” Sirius went behind the till and punched something into the till.

“That one will set you back £25, but I will accept a date as payment if that is amenable to you?” A sweet smile played across Sirius’s lips, and that’s when Remus noticed just how blue Sirius’s eyes were. The man didn’t need to wear coloured clothing when his eyes sparkled like that. Remus cleared his throat. He was taking too much time to respond.

“Yes. Yes, I’d quite like that.”

They exchanged numbers so they could plan their date.

“I swear I’ve never done this before,” Sirius swore, clearly not wanting Remus to think he exchanged flowers for dates with people all the time. “I just wanted to get to know you.” Sirius had ducked his head, trying to hide his rising blush.

“Well, I’m flattered. I don’t get asked out very often.” Remus confessed.

“Then everyone’s an idiot,” Sirius declared, making Remus blush this time. He left the shop not long after, carrying his lily carefully.

Now, every morning, Remus left his flat a full half an hour early just so he could pop his head into that florist and chat with its owner. The smell didn’t seem to bother him anymore, either.

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opifex-nobillima · 10 months

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Admittedly not the most period fabric choice, but sometimes we get to put the "creative" in SCA :P I debuted this at the Blue Feather social at Lilies a couple of weeks ago.

The tunica is a linen gauze and the beads on the sleeves are little moonstone clouds, for maximum cuteness.

The belt was brand new and made for me by a talented and awesome friend.

The necklace I made a while ago. I like the idea behind the rainbow chains and stuff that have been going around, wanted a more period option for myself. I've never seen an example in this kind of color configuration, but the general design and all the stones/glass are period for me.

#sca #mysca #society for creative anachronism #clan blue feather #sca garb #ancient roman clothing #ancient rome #lilies war #calontir

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an-idyllic-novelist · 11 months

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Rudra headcanons with Tanjiro!fem!reader

warnings: anime/manga spoilers, ooc, violence

Here it is guys, my collaboration work @deathmetalunicorn1. Definitely go check out their blog, they are an incredible writer and deserve lots of love! @praisethesuuun I really hope you will like this piece as I know how much you adore this big guy :) With that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy! :)

You rested your hand against a tree, panting softly as you wiped a small bead of sweat from your brow, having been hiking in these mountains for almost two hours, the blue-hazy skies darkening to nighttime. If it weren’t for the full moon tonight, traveling through here would be a lot more difficult. Thankfully Nezuko was sleeping soundly in her box that was strapped on your back, not stirring by your uneven steps as you resumed the ascension to a high peak in the Hindu pantheon.

Although you had done your best to persuade the Hashira and Lord Ubuyashiki in the trial that Nezuko would not attack humans, Lord Hades was not convinced. He will, however, grant you an opportunity to prove yourself as an unofficial member of the Demon Slayer Corps. This is the mission you and Nezuko were currently undertaking: investigate reported sightings of demons, and if able, eradicate them. They were supposedly hiding within this very mountain range, targeting the gods in the Hindu pantheon to test their strength and devour their opponent’s divine flesh.

Hades left the decision up in the air if you think you could handle the demon, which did make you feel a little hopeful. He was starting to trust you a bit more after you completed your last few missions. That’s good, right? It had to be. If that wasn’t the case, you’d still be at the Butterfly Mansion, anxiously waiting for your next assignment.

You reached a clearing near some rocks when a cacophony of sounds reached your ears; the sound of bones breaking, blows being landed, and yelling. Your eyes widened in horror before quickening your pace, breaking into a sprint as the noise got louder in the northwest direction. You zigzagged through the juniper trees, narrowly dodging the branches, never slowing down till you saw a four-armed, tattooed deity exchanging fists with a drooling, pale demon. The other two were sneaking in the shadows, ready to pounce for a sneak attack.

If it wasn’t the sight of a god trying to take on three demons did not shock you, it was the sight that they, and you, were standing in a field of bright red spider lilies. Blue ones bloomed right in the center, where the fighting was taking place. Some of the petals were missing, other flowers were uprooted entirely, meaning that these demons must have eaten the blue spider lilies to gain an energy boost and an immunity to the sunlight.

They had to be destroyed, now.

You quickly drew your sword. “Get down!!” Inhaling sharply through your teeth and catapulting into the air, the tip of the flaming nichirin blade slicing through the surrounding trees, the invisible threat, and finally, decapitating the lurking demons. You landed in front of the deity, who looked quite shocked at seeing someone rescuing him.

Perhaps gods aren’t used to being helped when they’ve done all the helping.

The third demon snarled as his amber orbs glared darkly at you. “Do not interfere, Demon Slayer!”

You shifted your feet, ready to attack when suddenly the weight on your back shifted, causing you to jostle more to the right as you felt Nezuko’s foot slam the box open…just to see your adorable little sister leap out and attack a fourth demon that you hadn’t seen nor sensed. They must be getting smarter at concealing their scent!

While Nezuko handled that one, you dealt with the other demon, attacking it first with the Hinogami Kagura. You could trust Nezuko to fight against a demon…she’s proven to you time and time again that she isn’t weak; she’s strong, stronger than anyone you’ve ever known. Because of that strength, that will, she didn’t give into the hunger nor succumb to Muzan’s control.

Once both demons were dispatched, your tense shoulders relaxed as you carefully sheathed the black blade back into its scabbard. You swiveled your gaze to the deity, seeing that he was siting against one of the trees and clutching his side. Unknotting the dark purple pouch from your belt on the left side, you raced over to him and began pulling out gauze, medicinal oils, and a few other things Shinobu gave to you before leaving the Butterfly Mansion for this mission.

“Are you all right? Are you in any pain? Do you feel dizzy, nauseous? Did any of the demons scratch you?” You fired question after question as your hands opened the jar of oil for bruising and pain relief, praying that he had not been poisoned. He didn’t seem to be showing any symptoms, but should you have Nezuko use her Blood Demon Art to purify the toxins that might still be in his system?

He was silent for a moment before he quickly answered. “No, they just tried to overwhelm me with a barrage of punches, though one of them did get close to scratching me. No dizziness, don’t feel sick either. Would…something happen if they did scratch me?”

You nodded, carefully spreading the peppermint-scented oil into his skin, muttering an apology as he flinched. “You would have been poisoned, and there would be purple spots all over your skin by now, followed by difficulty breathing and heart beating rapidly,” You looked up at him and smiled. “I’m so glad I made it in time before things got worse!”

Nezuko hummed in agreement, extending a clawed hand and giving him a pat on the head. The deity blinked before he gave you a grin. “Thank you, both of you. I had no idea those…demons would be all the way up here. One moment I was training, then the next, I was going toe-to-toe with them!”

“Did any of them eat those blue flowers over there?” You asked.

“Uh, yeah. Two, maybe all four? Sorry, everything happened so fast-”

“No need to apologize!” You quickly reassured him. “I just need to document what happened here and send it back with my lord’s crow to headquarters. Would you mind giving a statement?”

“No, of course not. Whatever you need.”

You beamed. “Thank you!” Now that the oil was rubbed thoroughly into his skin, you made quick work with wrapping the gauze around his stomach and the bruised areas. Once it was secure but not too tight, Hades’ majestic and very large crow landed by your feet, cawing. Around its neck was a scroll.

Pulling out an ink stone and brush from a compartment on the top part inside Nezuko’s box, you poured some of the water from your leather canteen (another gift from Shinobu, she’s so thoughtful! And it’s from a foreign country too!) into the ink stone.

Carefully rubbing the ink stick up and down, a small puddle of obsidian ink appeared in the center of the stone. Grabbing the pen and carefully removing the scroll from the crow’s neck, you wrote in great detail what had happened here, including Rudra’s account of the events and the discovery of the blue spider lilies. Lord Hades valued reports that were detailed but not too long or unrelated to the mission.

At least your calligraphy was getting better!

Once you were satisfied with the report, you placed the rolled up scroll back around the crow’s neck and watched it flight, disappearing into the night skies. Turning your attention to Rudra, you almost laughed at seeing Nezuko sitting in his lap, curiously playing with his hands.

“I don’t want to be rude, but why would a bunch of flowers like these…blue spider lilies, be so important to demons? As I recalled, they gain their strength by eating human flesh.”

You nodded, collecting the medical supplies and putting them back in the pouch. “And you’re absolutely correct, Lord Rudra. Human flesh does increase their abilities, including physical strength. But when a blue spider lily is consumed by a demon, it grants them the ability to withstand the sunlight. They’re…nocturnal? That’s what Aoi and Kanao told me.” You thought for a moment before nodding. “Yes, that’s it. They’re active at night, but if they can’t find shade once the sun comes up…they’re as good as dead. They burn up, catch on fire.”

Rudra released a low whistle. “No wonder they were pissed when they saw me near them. They must’ve thought I’d try to take them or something. So…you’re a Demon Slayer. I’ve heard about you guys…but does this sort of thing…happen all of the time?” He asked, gesturing his hands to the area around the three of you.

Smiling sheepishly, you scratched the back of your head.

“Not always. Most of my missions are reconnaissance and information gathering, like this one should have been, but there’s no predictable pattern when it comes to a demon’s behavior. Still, at least I know for certain that the blue spider lily does exist…whether it will make Nezuko a human again or speed up her demonic transformation is another question.” You frowned sadly, looking down at the blue flower in your hand. “I’m beginning to think it’s more of the latter, unfortunately. Those demons were definitely stronger than ones I’ve encountered so far, and I think it’s because of this plant. Shinobu might know more when I show her some samples. I’ll collect some more to bring back. I hate to ask, but may you make sure she stays with you and not go near me as I collect them, just in case?”

Rudra nodded. He didn’t see much of a problem with entertaining the little one while you did your task. She was adorable, and seemed to love swinging off his biceps. You quickly plucked several of them, carefully storing them in a pouch and tied it to your hip, securing the string near your sword. Nezuko took a little persuasion to get inside her box, pouting as she did not want to stop playing with Rudra yet.

Now that the mission was completed and the report received by Lord Hades, it was time to rest at a village before making the journey back to the headquarters. Rudra immediately offered to escort the two of you to the nearest one; he knew this mountain range like the back of his hands, so it would be much faster to find shelter before it grew dark. You beamed at him, profusely thanking him as you adjusted the box’s straps on your shoulders.

The three of you walked through the rocky, uneven terrain, carefully steadying your feet and minding your balance when it got too steep. Rudra helped you along the way, his hands gentle on your exhausted body as the adrenaline finished pumping through your blood after the fight. The three of you eventually took shelter in a cave. You insisted that the two of you switch shifts in case an animal or another demon came by. This way you could keep patching up his wounds with the herbs you brought with you, at Shinobu’s insistence. Rudra tried to resist, saying as a god he’ll heal by dawn, but you had yet to see a deity recover from a demon’s attack.

For tonight, at least let you take care of him. That was when Rudra gave in but you did not know why his face was slightly red. It didn’t feel hot in the cave at all. You shrugged it off and changed the bandages, pressing the herbs into the mouth of the wound before settling in a corner of the cave with Nezuko’s box by your side. Rudra offered to take the first watch. You gladly complied with his insistence to sleep first.

Thankfully, not a single creature came to the cave even between the four hour shifts between you and Rudra. By dawn, you roasted some wild berries and fish that Rudra found, and resumed the journey. Five days later, just when the sun had gone down, you had reached the foot of the mountain where the village was located. Hopefully, there would be a gate that you could pass through instead of taking an airship.

The supreme gods were the only ones allowed to pass through the fractured Bifrost gate while the other pantheon deities would use the normal gates that can teleport them wherever they needed to go. Mortal souls, however, had to use mechanical airships.

Demon Slayers were allowed to pass through the gates that the other gods used with an authorized Wisteria Pass. The Hashira and their successors would use the Iridescent Pass when traveling between Valhalla and Helheim to patrol the Bifrost. In your case, however, you were given a temporary Butterfly Pass since you were an ‘unofficial’ member of the organization. You’d get the Wisteria Pass once you proved to Lord Hades that Nezuko would never harm a human.

Mechanical airships wouldn’t have bothered you so much if it weren’t for the steep price or how the scent of the smoke and oily gears made you nauseous. It was better to take your chances with the Butterfly Pass and travel on foot.

You were a bit sad to part ways with Rudra, as he had been nothing but kind to you and Nezuko. He had healed properly as he said he would, so he wouldn’t run into any more trouble with demons any time soon. But your work is finished here. Time to go somewhere new.

You bowed to the god, and Nezuko gave him a big hug before rushing towards the gate. He smiled, waving good-bye and watching as the two of you disappeared behind the gate in a swirl of blue light.

What you didn’t realize is that Rudra felt the same. He didn’t want you to leave as he wanted to get to know you a bit more, though he understood that everything you were doing was for Nezuko. You wanted your little sister to become human again, and if working for the Demon Slayer Corps could provide any information on a cure, you’d take it in a heartbeat. Shaking his head, Rudra departed the village. Since he was in the area, might as well visit Shiva. It had been a while since the two of them had talked.

But that bastard was laughing his ass off by the time he finished his story about what happened in the mountains. Rudra frowned, crossing his arms as he sat across from his old friend. “Really?”

“Uh, yeah! Not only were ya saved by a mortal woman workin’ under Hades from some demons, ya even got a little crush on her? C’mon, it’s almost cute!” Shiva exclaimed, leaning back against his large pillow. His wives, all three of them, giggled in agreement with knowing eyes as they sat around the god of creation and destruction.

“And you’re not even bothered by the fact these flowers that can increase a demon’s strength is growing here -“

“Rudra, if it were really a problem as ya make it out to be, I would have handled it a while ago with or without Hades’ consent.” Shiva interrupted. “ ‘Sides, you and your Demon Slayer know where they are, right? That organization will do its job. All I can do is watch, then I’ll intervene if things get too dicey or Hades doesn’t do his job.”

…Dammit, Shiva got him there. Shaking his head, Rudra chatted with everyone for a little longer before he turned in for the night. Shiva insisted since he’d been long overdue for a visit that included alcohol and a good brawl with the other gods.

The more things changed, the more things stayed the same. By morning, the tempest god was wandering again yet his thoughts kept straying to the image of a swordswoman and her little sister, vanquishing demons and saving lives wherever they went.

For their sake, he hoped that Nezuko would become a human again.

Several months later, Rudra was traveling through the jurisdiction under Indra’s protection when he stepped into a derelict village. Wooden buildings possessed large, gaping holes in them or laid on the ground, their foundations utterly destroyed. Men, women, and children wept over small stone mounds as others were scurrying out of the village with their belongings strapped to their backs. He was shocked. He’s known some belligerent deities in the Svarga, but none were stupid enough to launch an attack like this ever since Shiva ascended as pantheon leader!

Who was responsible? What happened here?

In between helping the grateful villagers with moving some of the larger structures and cheering up the children, he asked around. All he got was the same story:

“Believe me, if Lord Indra were here, none of this would have happened. But because he had been in a battle recently, he is still recovering at the temple. It had been like any other evening, quiet and uneventful when an old man with a large lump on top of his head came here, seeking to know the location of a ‘blue spider lily’. He was crying…and shaking too, as if he didn’t even want to be here!” A woman snapped, her blue orbs narrowed and face bright red with tear streaks. “We said we didn’t know anything about it, and then all of a sudden his body morphed…no, he split up his body into four, five individuals! Each of them were powerful, sadistic, and showed no mercy when we told him the truth about that flower!”

“Yeah, he couldn’t have been a god, and not a mortal like us!” The little boy by her side exclaimed, clutching a wooden toy sword in his hand. “But when the winged one with yellow eyes tried to use another attack from his mouth, he got kicked by a girl with a muzzle in her mouth! She was super strong, and my age too! There were two others with her, pretty ladies! One with dark red hair, and the other had braids, her hair was pink and green. Pink and green!” He emphasized. “Oh, and a rude guy too!”

Rudra’s eyes instantly widened. He knew exactly who the mother and son were talking about, and his heart began to pound against his rib cage. “What happened to them?”

Another older woman spoke up, her gaze low and gravelly voice wavering. “The young lass with dark red hair and the boy did their best to protect us, trying to evacuate us before things got worse. They fought against those monsters, all of them…yet even though they defeated them…they did not leave the battle unscathed. The lass and the little girl were taken by the young maiden with green and pink hair and the boy to a place called the Butterfly Mansion. Last I heard, their condition was not good.”

Rudra thanked them profusely for the information and took off, promising to inform the other gods what happened and to send help as soon as possible.

Shiva was understandably furious about the whole situation, and yes, he had been made aware of it before Rudra stepped foot in the Little Palace. He’d already spoken to Lord Hades of the Greek Pantheon; suppliers, builders, and the Demon Slayer’s kakushi were en route to provide relief and support to the village.

He was going to tease the shit out of Rudra when his friend asked him about the Butterfly Mansion but wisely kept his mouth shut under Paravati’s infamous, withering ‘look’. The one that clearly says don’t even think about being snarky with him, this is not the time nor the place. So being the good husband and friend that he is, Shiva complied and told Rudra everything he needed to know.

Durga might the feisty one, but Paravati was not one to piss off if he wanted to get laid tonight.

As per the namesake, the Butterfly Mansion was a modest Japanese estate affiliated with the Demon Slayer Corps as a recovery base for the soldiers. Its master, Lady Kocho, was both a beautiful and intimidating human woman even in Rudra’s perspective.

Dark purple hair pulled back and held together with a butterfly-shaped barrette, a butterfly-winged haori draped over the standard Demon Slayer uniform. She smiled politely, welcoming him to the estate as they walked down the hallway to the medical wing. If it weren’t for her eyes being closed or her back facing him, the deity was pretty sure that his hostess would rather throw him out than allow any guests to visit critically injured patients.

But Lord Ubuyashiki, whom Rudra presumed is Lady Kocho’s superior, granted him permission so long as he did not bother the child.

Nezuko was the one who greeted him first as soon as Lady Kocho slid the door open, leaping into his arms with a big smile. Rudra was quick to catch the little one, his lower arms gently holding her while his upper left hand patted the top of her head. Nezuko seemed all right…but what about [First Name]?

Rudra felt someone staring at him, and saw that it was Lady Kocho. She seemed…very surprised that Nezuko greeted him so warmly, before her smile softened.

“You may stay here until as long as you like, but please do not touch [First Name]. I don’t want any of her wounds opening up again.” The threat in her voice was subtle, and Rudra understood very clearly what would happen if he didn’t obey her. He thanked her again, stepping inside the medical wing with Nezuko. Lady Kocho closed the door behind them with a soft ‘chink’.

The tattooed deity froze upon seeing you tucked under the sheets of the third cot on the right side, fast sleep. Your long dark red hair was splayed out against the pillow, your right leg in a cast and your right arm was hooked up to an IV. Bandages covered your jaw, left hand, and forehead.

You looked like shit, but you were alive.

His heart like it had shattered into tiny fragments and reassembled all at once, stomach doing acrobats and his hands trembling even as Nezuko led him to one side of the bed. She then climbed into his lap, being careful not to jostle the mattress too much.

Seeing you in a fragile state cruelly reminded Rudra that you were not invincible, despite the power you possessed. You were a mortal, and he was a god. Injuries that would take a mere week to heal was a three to five month period for you. How could he have been so foolish to think otherwise? He should’ve been here, protecting you and Nezuko.

But that was then…this is now. There is nothing he could do except make sure Nezuko did not get into too much mischief and no one disturbed your rest. He had been planning on leaving again once he was sure you were all right…but it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here until you woke up, would it?

He had something he wanted to ask you. Something very important. But he was a patient man; if he could put up with Shiva’s chaotic antics for thousands of years, he could wait until his precious Demon Slayer was conscious again.

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danger-noodle-uwu · 9 months

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hii! i really like the "is love supposed to hurt" that hurt a lot can you please write another part where the reader moved on lollol it's fine if you don't<33 -anon

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𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖; 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎; 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜;𝙺𝚊𝚎𝚢𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚌/𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚘/𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎/𝚉𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒/𝚡𝚒𝚊𝚘

𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐; 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕/yandere themes/𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎/𝚎𝚝𝚌

"It worked..." KAEYA murmured to himself; his tongue laced with bitterness by the wine in his hand or the tears he kept swallowing as his eyes glued on the sight of you. You speaking with a certain drunkard who was clinging to your neck, decorating the skin with kisses; the skin once he kissed.

The sensation of someone he loved calling another pet names was such a funny feeling where you would call the bard "love" and he would pretend it's him. The notion was making him sick to his stomach; seeing that stupid anemo archon recieving your touch and caress was killing him. Slowly stinging his eyes more than before.

With tears, he was forced to swallow with the wine as the night was washed away with an image of what could've been his and now belonged another.

ALBEDO attained her. She loved him, he loved her and it was perfect...was it not? Despite every piece of the puzzle falling into its place, he felt hollow. His chest bore emptiness, one that haunted him at the very beginning. One that now drags him back to where he started. Back to you..?

"NO!" He shot up in cold sweat as his darling lover rose beside him to wipe away the beads off his forehead and asked him what's wrong. He couldn't dare reply or do anything as a matter of fact. He couldn't ruin what he had now...

The one who was beside him was the dream he wished to achieve, and yet he failed to realize that. And now, no words could his tongue as he cradled his lover.

DILUC never cared for how a single raindrop could ever be enough to draw endless tears from you until now when it landed upon his cheek. The burning sensation taunting his skin and sliding down his face as if a glass shard was cutting deep within.

For him, you became a melting candle; one that struggled to give light until the very end. Or much akin to a bird, one that flew hopelessly in the blue sky. But who would've known you would ever attain freedom? Fly far away from him.

It was a mistake to be gluttonous for your salty tears when he could have been receiving a pearly smile. But all was lost thanks to an Alchemist who holds you in the same manner he did and adores you just like he did. The only difference is the diamonds you cried for DILUC are now filling his own grave for him...

"Still pathetic as ever." He's lying, CHILDE is lying, whether to himself or somebody else he no longer knows. Yet his chest aches the same way he made yours hurt. So weak he is that each night he bleeds for you while you are blooming into fit of laughter; one he's particularly unfamiliar with. After all, it was only your cries that pleased him, not a clumsy smile.

It hurts him, but will he admit defeat or lay denial and the tears that never won over his ego. The shine in his eyes still diminished, but the hint of agony freshly engraved within. Your voice, the joy emanating from it, haunts him as a ghostly memory remains.

"Still pathetic as ever." a wounded reflection stares back...

A man of his word; ZHONGLI no longer found his gaze searching for glaze lilies. However, those flowers that bore your scent and distantly admired them. The promise of love he silently gave to you with another's image was the only remains of what you and him ever had.

Not a memory present in his head where he'd seen 'you' but an illusion that clouded his head; at the time, uncaring of the dullness slowly enveloping you into numbness. And one that came to your aid wasn't him. His biggest regret. It was, however, you who pulled themselves together and became much more, yet everything that was once there was lost.

A man of his word; MORAX failed to keep his word to you.

Bearing the glimmer in his eyes; one that XIAO struggled to hold, he sat upon the roof of Wangshu inn; pondering if you could see through the facade... despite him pouring his whole being into such lies that he knew they could never be true.

An emotion he could never bear for you...yet Morax, his savior, too, holds you dear; far dearer than he does. Those cursed hands of his are undesirable and undeserving of you. He is unworthy and dangerous to your fragile being who should protected and held with gentleness; one he could never offer.

Thus, from afar, he'll watch Morax wipe away your tears and tend to you in the same manner he can only dream to...

"Goodbye...my love..."

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Quan, 19

“I am wearing a vintage fur coat from Life Boutique Thrift, a beaded vest from Velma Vintage, thrifted collared shirt and blue jeans and Timberland shoes from Beacon’s Closet. What inspires my style currently is my partner Lily. They are the most stylish human I've ever met.”

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theking-mustdie · 8 months

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*marauders making bracelets*

sirius: making a blue/white beaded one that says moony cause he can’t be bothered to learn how to tie the knots

remus: trying to do the hardest knot and using brown, beige, and light brown colors

james: making a gold and red easier knot one

peter: using all shades of green and makes multiple braided ones

regulus: doesn’t make any, but accepts the other red and gold one james makes for him

dorcas: mixing beaded and knotted together to make a really intricate pretty purple and black bracelet

marlene: makes a billion “test” bracelets until she finally makes one red and black one that she wears

mary: makes the beads into heart designs to make a heart bracelet

lily: makes the lesbian flag out of beads and then makes one for marlene out of string

barty: ties one string around his wrist

evan: makes a cute green and black one that barty immediately asks for

pandora: blue, purple, and pink mix of beaded and knotted that everyone asks how she did.

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Our Sweet Paysyul

Summary: It seems like it was fate for the Sully family to seek uturu with the Mekayina people of Awa’atlu because if they hadn’t, Jake and Neytiri would never have found their Omega.

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Metkayina | Reef People Clan, Na’vi Culture, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Friends to Lovers, A/B/O, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Alien Biology, Hermaphodites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Masturbation, Polyamory, Jake Sully Definitely Babbles During Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Dominant Neytiri, Switch Jake, Submissive Reader

Note: Hey everyone. This is a request made by @thatonepansexual2000 (happy belated birthday!!!) and it turned out to be a really, really long story (11,525 words to be exact). So, if you really only want to skip down to the smut, scroll until you see where it’s boldly indicated. This is also the first story I tried adding a couple of photos throughout so let me know if it helped or hindered, please?

On a completely different tangent, first, I’m taking on an idea about Omegas that I saw on TikTok (here is the LINK to see the video if you’re curious) about omegas having at least one or more defensive traits against aggressive Alphas which I will reveal in this story. Second, I will be having Jake and Neytiri speaking in English words here and there throughout the story but since the Metkayina don’t understand any other language but their own, I’ll be labeling any and all spoke English tawtute words and phrases with a ~ on either end ~.

Na’vi Translation: ● Eywa’eveng – Pandora (moon around Polyphemus) ● Makto – ride | to ride, often used in conjunction with an animal (i.e. Toruk Makto as rider of Toruk) ● Oel ngati tse’a – “I see you” (physically) ● Paska’sngap — (NON-CANON / of my own creation) exact translation would be ‘honey sting’, a type of large bee that makes very sweet honeycomb ● Paysyul – water lily | inrigo lilliam ● Sa’nok – mother ● Sempul – father ● Skxawng – moron | idiot ● Tsaheylu – neural bond made through the connection of two neural queues ● Tsahìk – the spiritual leader of a Na’vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader ● Tsmuke – sister ● Uturu – sanctuary | place of refuge ● Vrrtep – demon (used in degradation towards Avatar drivers and Recombinants)

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Toruk Makto.

Even the smallest and most remote of the Metkayinan clans knew the tales of the mighty warriors brave enough – or in your parents’ opinion, stupid enough – to make Tsaheylu with the impressive and gargantuan creature known as Toruk so of course Awa’atlu did too. You had been young, only a mere eight Eywa’eveng cycles old when the sixth Toruk Makto, a vrrtep by the name of Tsyeyk Suli, a tawtute said to be from a faraway star had taken up the mantle and brought together many clans to bring peace back to the world after the beings known as the RDA had begun to destroy the forests – just for a rock of all things! And from then on, you had grown up hearing the stories of his battle prowess, coming to admire the man and his mate from everything you had ever heard. And now, just over fifteen Eywa’eveng cycles later, the sixth Toruk Makto was poised tall and broad upon the beach of your village as only a forest Na’vi could, his mate and his children surrounding him with their colorful ikran standing guard, seeking uturu.

He was here! In person! His mate too!

Your younger self would be giggling in utter joy.

You carefully wove your way to the front of the gathering crowd of your village and watched in silent awe as the sapphire blue skinned forest Na’vi cautiously stepped forward on the white sands, Jake’s hands raised in supplication.

All six of the Suli family members were beautiful, in their strange forest way, all lean limbs and thin tails with their long black hair left down and loose in many tiny braids decorated with colorful beads and feathers and things. Their attire, though intricately woven, would be terrible in the water. Ao’nung and Rotxo pushed passed you, approaching closer to the newcomers and while the two male children extended the formal courtesy, your Olo’eyktan’s only son did not, sneering at the darker skinned boys. Even Rotxo played into his best friend’s arrogance teasing them about their whip-like tails only to be berated by Tsireya, Ao’nung’s younger sister.

You smirked to yourself.

Finally, your Olo’eyktan – Tonowari – made his appearance, coming in low overhead on his tsurak in a grand display and was standing tall after he dismounted the angry creature. The proud Na’vi strode forward confidently in his brightly colored clothing, a piece you had been commissioned to create by his mate. Speaking of, you turned when you felt a soft touch at your elbow and bowed your head in respect, stepping back from your Tsahìk to allow the woman to pass and pass judgement on the newcomers, also wearing one of your commissioned pieces around her neck and covering much of her upper chest. It was some of your best work, if you said so yourself.

For a long moment, you feared the Sully’s would not be allowed to stay, especially when Neytiri and Ronal hissed at each other but Jake pleaded for a chance.

You held your breath and watched avidly at the silent conversation between the mated pair that were your leaders, offering a silent prayer to Eywa that the Tsahìk would be merciful for once in her life as she was known to be cold and unbending. Finally, Ronal’s slump of her shoulders revealed her reluctant submission to her mate. You released your breath in a whoosh and flinched when the older woman raised a brow your way. Tonowari turned around and announced aloud for all to hear, “Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters. They do not know the sea so they will be like babies taking their first breath. Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.”

“I give them a week,” whispered harshly into your ear.

You turned and scowled, smacking your older brother’s tattooed side with the back of your hand. “It has been decided, Koa,” you hissed quietly. “Respect your Olo’eyktan and your Tsahìk’s decision.” He rolled his bright blue eyes and swung his thick tail around, lightly smacking the backs of your calves. You hissed at him and shoved him in the chest, watching him laugh in response. The Sully family passed you by right then and you glanced up, meeting a pair of honey yellow eyes and blushed at the curiosity sparkling back at you from the dark-skinned matriarch you were aware of for her bravery and archery expertise. You bowed your head and offered the respectful greeting, murmuring shyly, “Oel ngati tse’a.” The corner of her mouth quirked up and she bowed her head in response but moved on quickly to keep up with the rest of her family.

You colored to yourself, your inner child squealing with glee.

The next time you saw one of the Sully’s was the following morning as you made your way down the beach with a small basket of fibrous strings, shell pieces, sea glass, and unpolished pearls balanced upon your hip, heading to the marui pod you preferred to work out of on more clothing pieces you had been commissioned to create for others. That was when you noticed Toruk Makto heading down to the water behind Tonowari, your older brother and another warrior and couldn’t help but rake your gaze over his beautiful sapphire body so different from any of the men you had ever known growing up. “ ‘Ey, ma’tsmuke,” Koa called in greeting as you slowly approached the group, raising an arm and tugging you into a half hug while you respectfully greeted the other three men, bringing two of your fingers from your forehead downward. Your brother added on, “ ‘Ey, I need you to tell our sa’nok and our sempuls my mate and I wish to host supper tonight for everyone. Pua and I have news.” You twitched a wide smile in acknowledgement of his request revealing your teeth for a moment, blushing and ducking your head slightly when you saw The handsome Jake Sully looking your way.

“Oh, you have two sets of upper fangs?” Toruk Makto suddenly asked when he saw your brief smile.

All three of the men born of your clan froze, surprised at his abrupt and, technically, abrasively insensitive question that was not considered polite to ask of strangers. Your Olo’eyktan answered him, broad teal shoulders rolling back to appear even bigger in an instinctual show of Alpha protectiveness of his clan member while your sibling surreptitiously eased his body in front of yours, his own impulses to keep his little tsmuke safe from possibly being attacked kicking in, just in case, despite your natural ability to secrete neurotoxins from your throat and pelvic sweat glands should you ever feel threatened. “It is because she is of Omega designation, Tsyeyk Suli,” Tonowari replied, having scented that the forest Na’vi was actually Alpha in nature. The taller male added, “Do the Omatikaya People not have them that you ask such things?”

Jake blushed and ducked his head slightly in embarrassment of his ignorance, replying, “Ah, yes, I apologize. Tawtutes don’t have designations at all and the Omega births have always been rare for the Omatikaya, usually only between one to three every sixty cycles, according to the Tsahìk.”

You flushed, murmuring shyly, “Omegas make up almost a third of Awa’atlu.” You saw Jake’s attention come back upon you and colored once more, your blue gaze sweeping over the handsome older male, your paddle-like tail twitching in interest. You could feel your brother take notice of your shy curiosity of the newcomer followed by the heat of his stare into the side of your face. You elbowed your sibling in the side to get him to stop being obvious only to realize golden eyes were taking in every single inch of you. Feeling self-conscious suddenly, you whispered, “I’ll leave you to your lessons, Toruk Makto. Have a good day.”

“Oh, just ‘Jake’ is just fine, ~sweetheart~,” he corrected you with a grin, that last word spoken in English and leaving you feeling confused as you did not understand. “See you later, maybe?”

You nodded awkwardly, ducking out from behind your brother as the four men made their way into the water, you watching after them and swallowing hard as you took in the broad shoulders and sculpted muscles of the darker skinned male, his scent blowing back towards you with a sudden breeze and making your pupils dilate and release a quiet whimper from the back of your throat. Awa’atlu had an almost even number of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas at any given time and while your instincts enjoyed the scent of certain Alphas in your village, none of them had ever appealed to you like Jake’s was doing right now. A shudder ran down your spine and a slight heat settled in your lower belly. You shook your head as if to dispel the way your body was reacting and hurried down the beach to start working for the day. And this is where you saw Jake’s mate attempting to learn to ride an ilu only to, unfortunately, get thrown off and release a curse as she surfaced. Further out in the water, you could see your Tsahìk upon her mount shake her head, probably roll her eyes too while she was at it, if you had to guess. You felt a slight wave of pity for the foreign woman but continued on your way, not knowing how assist.

Getting to your work marui, you ducked through the curtains and lowered your basket to the woven floor, greeting your older sister warmly. “Koa told me he and Pua have news,” you told her. “Did he tell you anything, Le’anu?”

Le’anu grinned and her tail thumped upon the mat beneath her, replying, “Just expect to hand sa’nok a cloth when she starts crying.” You smiled as your tsmuke added, “I bet Pua is pregnant.” You squealed in excitement for your brother but reminded yourself you had work to do and turned to the half-finished project waiting for you. You opened your curtain doors to let the bright morning light inside and got started, sitting beside your older sibling.

The two of you worked hard on your craft side-by-side as you were both gifted in the art of decorative weaving, creating clothing and jewelry for others throughout the day, mending pieces and stocking up on bits and bobs and all such materials you would need. You only took a break when Tsireya brought the Sully children around and stopped to poke her head inside to say a brief hello. “Oh, that is so beautiful,” the pretty pre-teen gushed, taking in the skirt you were creating. Turning to the foreigners, she added, “These two are our best weavers in the whole village. They often get commissioned to craft all sorts of pieces. She made my sempul’s cape at behest of my sa’nok. She also designed Ao’nung’s dagger sheath.”

“That was Le’anu,” you objected softly, not noticing the Sully matriarch slipping in behind her children, taking a break from Ronal. “She is better at leather than I am.”

Your older sister saw the youngest Sully inspecting some of the beads in the basket closest to her and added, “During the stormy seasons, lightning is known to strike up and down upon Awa’atlu’s beaches, sometimes multiple times and it creates these; we call them sea glass. If we also have the foresight to create dye and throw it all over the sand beforehand the storm hits, it can change the sea glass’ color, which is why there are so many variations. We don’t always get all of the glass during the season so sometimes our divers will find random pieces throughout the long cycle along with the shells and pearls and coral bits you see in the baskets around you and in the clothing we design.”

A wave of Alpha pheromones suddenly washed over you and you stiffened, a shudder moving down your spine.

Looking up, your mouth went dry as your blue eyes met honey yellow. “Your work is quite exquisite,” Neytiri commented, indicating the garment in your lap.

You flushed, whispering, “Thank you.” You looked over her choices of clothing and your brow twitched as you realized both her chest covering and her tewng would be perfect for her home habitat , they would be terrible in the water. Biting your lip, you set the skirt aside and grabbed your measuring rope. Meeting the curious eyes of the Sully matriarch, you asked, “May I take your dimensions … please?” Neytiri’s ears flicked forward before flicking back, her tail flicking as you noticed a tinge of sadness in her gaze. Still, she considered your softly spoken request before slowly nodding as she realized you would be coming closer to her. She watched you avidly as you rolled up onto your feet nimbly and stepped towards her, timidly guiding her as you needed. Your tsmuke, seeing what you were doing, grabbed a spare cloth and an ink pot and began to make markings upon the cloth with a bone quill. With another gulp to steady your nerves, you carefully wrapped your knotted measuring rope around her hips just above where her sea-soaked tewng sat and another wave of pheromones floated up your nose as you caught Neytiri’s natural aroma; what you didn’t notice, with your eyes lowered to the task at hand, was that she was scenting you right back. Until you realized she was leaning towards you.

You shyly met Neytiri’s gaze, seeing her own eyes narrowed in on you with exact precision. If it had been anyone else, your sweat glands may have started to itch in preparation for defense. Under the beautiful matriarch’s scrutiny with her lovely smell wafting off of her skin, however, it had you feeling a warm tingle pooling low in your belly, which she responded to with a welcoming purr.

Right in front of her own children scattered around the marui as well.

“Nineteen knots,” you told your sister, hearing her scribble the symbol on her writing cloth. Your limbs trembled as you moved the measuring rope from around her hips to her torso just beneath her breasts so you could make her a decent chest wrap as well as a Metkayina-style tewng to allow her better movement within the water. “Seventeen knots.”

You took a few more dimensions and your tsmuke wrote them down and were finally finished with her.

“Me next, me next, please,” the littlest Sully child cried happily, taking her hand out of one of the baskets of seashells she had been readily picking through. In her enthusiasm, she nearly knocked the hamper over in her haste to get up to be measured for her own new set of clothing. Luckily, the oldest Sully teen lurched forward and caught it before it tipped completely over, apologizing to your older sister for his sibling’s antics. The littlest girl bounced to her four toed feet and pushed herself against her sa’nok’s hip, smiling brightly up at you. You couldn’t help the pleased grin that spread across your turquoise lips at her cheerful eagerness and her glowing excitement. Neytiri stepped back with a look of satisfaction as you continued with your more welcoming air, so unlike most of the rest of your clan, and performed the same measurement movements on her youngest.

You looked at the three darker skinned teenagers in question of who wanted to go next and Kiri surprised her mother by pushing herself to her feet with a roll of her eyes and heading towards you first. She had assumed Neteyam would be the one to lead the charge as he always was. The older woman could tell that her teenage daughter was nervous but you smiled at her and asked if you could take her measurements like you had on the matriarch and the youngest of her family.

“Your work is impressive,” Kiri agreed, holding out her arms so you could wrap the knotted rope around her hips, looking over your own outfit as you measured her for a new one.

You flushed and thanked her, adding quietly, “I could teach you how to do the same weaving techniques for yourself, if you’d like.” Neytiri felt relieved seeing her daughter’s eyes light up at your friendly proposal and agreed with a small smile and a nod. Her heart felt like it was warming to you when you didn’t even bat an eye when you spotted the extra finger or the hairy brows upon the teenage girl. Nor did you react negatively to Lo’ak, treating him a little more reservedly than Kiri but still smiling slightly and speaking quietly to him. What surprised Neytiri for a moment was that you were even more timid when you finally got around to taking the dimensions of her firstborn son, not quite meeting his gaze and being careful not to touch him too much. Until she noticed you surreptitiously scenting the air around him as you took his dimensions and she realized after a moment that you were a touch skittish not because he was an outsider but because Neteyam was coming into his Alpha designation. Then you looked up at Neytiri and blushed before looking away. “It will be… not quite a fortnight before we can complete a set of clothing for your family on top of all our other work,” Le’anu told the matriarch when you drew away from Lo’ak. “We will have Tsireya bring you around here after everything is completed so we can make sure everything fits and is to your liking. We will also need to measure your mate as well.” Neytiri nodded and the six of them finally moved out of the marui after the sapphire skinned woman promised to bring Jake around later that day. She heard, “I have never seen you so loquacious before, tsmuke. Look at you, coming out of your shell for the newcomers,” and smiled to herself.

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Same Day – Later

Neytiri was already in her new marui later that afternoon, looking around the pod that was both similar and contradictory to the kelkus she had grown up in and then made with her mate and her children back in the forests she had abandoned to keep her family together and safe because of the vrrtep being brought back from the dead to plague her precious world once more. The weaving was similar but of a slightly different material than she was used to. And the sounds of the waves crashing upon the beaches had been more distracting than her youngest son’s obnoxious snoring and had left her sleep feeling unfulfilling. Thinking of her children… Her children were still out with Tsireya and Ao’nung, having gone back to their lessons after their fittings but Ronal had ended her’s a little earlier, a frustrated scowl upon her turquoise face at Neytiri’s lack of progress. The sapphire-skinned woman hoped Tonowari would do the same for her mate so that she could talk to her beloved – about you. From the stories her own sa’nok had woven about Omegas when she had been a childling and from what she had heard about the Metkayina and what she had observed personally today, it appeared that the practice of triads was something just as openly practiced across Eywa’eveng whenever an Omega was involved.

And as both she and her mate were of Alpha designation…

When she and Jake had first gotten together, nearly sixteen Eywa’eveng cycles prior, Neytiri had had to explain the difference between the secondary designations, trying her best to educate her mate on everything he needed to know, getting more and more frustrated by his endless questions until she had foisted him off onto her mother. She was lucky that Mo’at had a way of clarifying things of that delicate nature so that Jake actually understood a little better than he had from his wife. Her sa’nok had then warned both Neytiri and Jake that with two Alphas entering into a mated relationship, they could have a rough time of it, both having dominant traits within their natures, especially during their ruts. This had led to Jake’s and Neytiri’s private discussions about what should happen between them if they were ever to meet an Omega that called to either of them. At first, Jake had been adamant that he would want no other woman save his mate, and while that stroked Neytiri’s ego to no end (take that Ninat – who just so happened to be an Omega), Neytiri had no such delusions of not wanting or needing an Omega if one called to her instincts, having already gone through her first rut before ever meeting Jake and having felt the instinctual need to find, claim, and breed an Omega. Her beloved mate had, reluctantly, changed his mind once he had gone through the five days of nearly unbearable need of his rut.

Lo’ak had been born shortly thereafter.

And your scent had called to Neytiri fiercely. She wanted you. Badly.

“~Ugh, what a fucking day…~” came a familiar growl in English. Neytiri looked up eagerly, her pointed ears swiveling forward and her thin tail twitching in anticipation of both being reunited with her mate after such a stress-filled afternoon and the impending conversation she wanted to have about you.

Jake appeared at the front flap of the marui, gingerly holding his hands in front of him, a foul-smelling paste stinging her nose from where it lifted from his friction burned palms. Trying not to sneeze, Neytiri asked in her mother tongue, “Are you well Ma’Jake?”

“So much for me being Tsurak Makto,” he replied, showing off his new wounds from being thrown off the irritable creature again and again and again with no success – not today at least. He huffed and plopped himself down beside his mate, pulling her into his arms as he asked, switching to English halfway through, “How much better luck did you have, ~baby? You’re always such a natural, I’m sure you did loads better than me~.” Neytiri huffed and her tail flicked in irritation as she scented her mate and smelled nothing but the sting of salty seawater and tsurak – so unlike the smells of the forests of Pandora. It was also nothing like the wonderful aroma of unclaimed Omega, which reminded her of earlier and had her spine straightening and her poor mood lifting briefly. He immediately noticed; “~What’s up, baby~?”

The forest woman grinned slightly and admitted, “I met an Omega today. A shy little thing but pretty and welcoming.”

This piqued Jake’s attention, his ears pivoting forward as the memory of briefly meeting you on the beach this morning, swam through his mind’s eye. “Oh, really?”

Could it have been the same one he met?

Neytiri nodded, her wooden beads within her multitude of braids clicking together quietly with the movement. She added, “She is a highly sought after artisan of the clan because her weaving is lovely. She took our measurements – the children’s and mine – today to fit us with clothing better suited to the water,” here her smile dipped touching her tweng that she had had crafted back in her home village and one of the few reminders she had of where she came from, suited for climbing trees and riding her beloved ikran. Jake kissed her forehead, sensing his mate’s homesickness and silently urging her to continue her thought. After a long moment, Neytiri continued with, “She was also more welcoming than any of this tribe that I have met so far. Even more so than your Tonowari.” Jake blushed a little at his wife calling out his adoration for the island Na’vi. “And, oh, she was so sweet smelling, Ma’Jake. I purred.”

Jake felt himself sigh in relieved happiness at that.

He so wanted this to work, to not have any of them be seen as an outcast or outsider as he had been when Mo’at had first given him the probationary status to learn the ways of the Omatikaya. If his children could learn to adapt to their new environment – if he and Neytiri could as well – then perhaps they could be safer than they had been in the forests.

And with an unmated Omega calling to their senses?

“I met an Omega today, too,” Jake announced quietly, hugging his wife into his chest and kissing her forehead once again. “I wonder if it was the same as yours.” She hummed and tucked herself more into her mate’s side, humming. “Apparently Omegas make up almost a third of Awa’atlu but this one… her scent…” Looking at his wife, he added, “I… I really just want this to work, ~baby. Improvise. Adapt. Overcome. By any means necessary.~”

Neytiri sighed, her honey amber eyes welling with tears slightly as she ran her three fingers over her tewng. She did not want to give up her ties to her home, had not wanted to leave the only thing she ever knew but they were here now, in Awa’atlu.

And so were you.

Neytiri shook off her homesickness and considered her mate’s words for a long moment and then sat up slowly, regarding her husband carefully, an idea forming in her mind. She spoke plainly to him, “You wish… to fit, yes?” When her husband nodded, his golden gaze turning curious, instead of answering his unasked question, she pushed herself up onto her feet and regarded her clothing once more. “We need to get your measurements as well,” she commented, her facial features showing both her pain and her hope making a bittersweet combo that cut Jake deep for a moment. “Shall we see if my little Omega is available?” the Sully matriarch asked. “And if she is the same one you met?” Curious as to the plan he saw forming within his other half, Jake lumbered upright with a weary groan, stretching his arms above his head and grinning as she leered at him before following her out of their new kelku and through the village. Jake took in everything around him as he followed his mate to the marui where an Omega was finishing working on a weaving project.

“Oh, you have returned,” you spoke up, your voice as soft and inviting as it had been this morning, paired with a shy smile once you noticed Neytiri hesitating within the doorway of the marui, her amber eyes taking in the fact that you were alone this time. “Ah, I am sorry but my tsmuke and I have not yet started on your family’s clothing.”

The sapphire skinned woman stepped inside with a growing smirk. “You have one more set of measurements to take,” she reminded you and stepped aside to allow Jake’s large body to follow her inside. And because the two Alphas were watching your reactions closely, they watched your ears twitch forward as your pretty, blue eyes took in the one known as Toruk Makto, your turquoise cheeks darkening in a flush before your gaze quickly dropped, sweeping over his muscles before flicking back to Neytiri and doing the same to her.

Jake’s nose flared as he scented you and then he looked at his wife over the top of your head, his pupils dilating.

Neytiri grinned to herself.

Perhaps… moving here wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“May I take your measurements, ‘Just Jake’?” you asked softly, having grabbed the knotted rope you had used upon the rest of the Sullys that morning. He barked out a laugh at your quiet tease of his own words from that morning, and spread his arms in invitation, watching you tentatively step towards him, your turquoise cheeks darkened in a slight flush. You swallowed as you had to wrap your arms around him in order to find out his hips were twenty-one knots around.

Instead of feeling jealous of you, like she had when she had seen Ninat flirting with Jake oh so long ago, seeing you close to her mate was, surprisingly, intriguing.

Was it because you were an Omega?

Or was it because you seemed to be interested in both her mate and herself?

You dropped the rope and stepped back, smiling shyly up at Jake. “I told your wife, my sister and I should be able to get new clothing ready for you all, hopefully in less than a fortnight,” you murmured. “We will have other minor projects to attend to during that time, mending’s and the like.”

Jake nodded, “Do you need anything from us?”

Oh… not many had asked you that.

“If you prefer certain colors, that would be helpful,” you replied. “That way, you and your family like what my tsmuke and I create.” He grinned and watched you take out the cloth patch with the symbols from earlier, adding Jake’s dimensions to the list. Neytiri came up beside you and assisted her mate with the best color choices each member of her family preferred. You smiled and used different colors next to each set of measurements and thanked them with grins.

“I apologize but I have to go now,” you announced regretfully. “Koa, my brother and his mate, Pua, are hosting dinner for the family tonight to share news and I have to collect my parents.” You grinned to yourself, realizing your sister had been correct earlier. You usually weren’t this talkative with people you either didn’t know well or weren’t comfortable with, especially unknown Alphas, often coming off as very quiet and withdrawn. But with Neytiri and Jake… you felt surprisingly comfortable with them even though you didn’t actually know them well. You were surprisingly eager to change that fact.

Jake and Neytiri grinned and nodded. The male spoke up, suggesting, “Perhaps we could see you tomorrow, ~sweetheart~? Just to hear your family’s news, perhaps?”

You nodded, flushing at the repeated English nickname but not hating it in the least. “I would… I would like that,” you agreed. “Have a good night, Sullys.”

As Jake and Neytiri walked away after waving goodbye to you, she turned to her husband, whispering in English, “~I like her, Ma’Jake. Shall we build our relationship with her as we did ours?~” He grinned in agreement.

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You found yourself seeking out the two oldest Sullys the next day with the news that your brother’s mate did indeed confirm she was pregnant. You were so absolutely excited to become an aunt to the first new baby of the family, to which they offered their congratulations to be passed onto Pua. After that, almost every day you found yourself in their company at one point or another because they sought you out or you inadvertently found yourself taking a path leading to where you had heard or knew one or both of them were said to be. You found yourself looking forward to spending time with one or both of them, either by teaching them your cultural differences from their Omatikyan ways or having them assist you in gathering materials to hone your craft. You refused to let them see what you were designing for them, though, as you wanted it to be a surprise.

You really hoped Neytiri especially liked what you were designing for her.

The day you and your tsmuke finished crafting the Sully family’s two new sets of clothing each, you were excited and nervous for their reactions – especially Neytiri’s as she seemed to be having the hardest time adapting to her new life here in Awu’atlu and you wanted her to have a piece of home even with her new finery. Lo’ak had surprised you by teaching you and your sister on how to doing a tawtute fistbump after he verbally thanked you for all your hard work the two of you did for them to make them clothing that would be better suited to their new life. You still didn’t see the point of it but you were glad he was pleased to share in some of his cultural nuances.

Distributing the tewngs and chest coverings, you watched carefully for Neytiri’s reaction closely. Her honey yellow eyes widened within her beautiful sapphire face and her jaw slackened as she looked at all of the different chest coverings you had formed for her, noting the floral designs you’d woven specifically for her.

“This is wonderful, paysyul,” she murmured, making her own nickname for you and surreptitiously wiping at her eyes, a huge smile upon her lips, hugging her new clothing to her chest. “I will wear these proudly.”

“What do we say, kids?” Jake prompted his children, admiring his own creations with a grin.

The four young sapphire-skinned Na’vi all chorused happily, “Thank you!” Tuk even hopped into your lap to hug you tightly, gushing about how pretty you and Le’anu had made her outfits and requesting that you teach her how to weave her own clothing just like you had done.

If it was possible, you spent even more time with the Sullys after that, not just with Neytiri and Jake, though you enjoyed their company very much, the matriarch showing off what you had created for her while still learning to adapt to the ways of water. She seemed to be more receptive to your guidance and so you often spent your evenings in the Sully mauri, helping her prepare dinner and entertaining the children with stories you had grown up with. Lo’ak, and Tuk shortly thereafter, had started to call you “~mom~” in English, though the boy’s tone was a bit more teasing than the seven-year-old’s was, but since you didn’t understand the tawtute language anyway, you weren’t sure what it meant. It didn’t help that everyone refused to translate, the adults and teenagers sharing secretive smiles amongst themselves.

It wasn’t long before your siblings, especially your tsmuke Le’anu, noticed as you seemed to blossom further out of your shell, the more time you spent with the mated Alpha pair and their brood, so much so your own parents caught wind of your growing feelings for the Sullys.

Jake and Neytiri were within their marui by themselves, escaping the rain that was pouring down from the sky when three adult Na’vi approached, pausing upon the bouncy walkway – one woman and two men. The mated pair looked at each other and then greeted the newcomers, bidding them enter their kelku to escape the weather, which was accepted gratefully. The woman was the shortest of the three and the most heavily tattooed, standing at barely the males’ shoulders, black ink decorating her face, her arms all the way down to the backs of her fingertips, and up her sternum, her hair pulled back but left down to curl over her clavicles and shoulder blades. The male on the left was leaner compared to most Metkayina men with tattoos on his chest, his ribs, his hips, and around his ankles, his hair twisted into a tail at the back of his head so his curls remained off his shoulders. The male on the right was tattooed over his chest and down one arm only while he had the sides of his head shaved, his long hair over the middle of his scalp braided back and tied up into a bun. Together, they were an imposing sight but upon scenting the air, Jake and Neytiri realized they were an Alpha, Beta, Omega trio that smelled similarly to you.

Your parents.

“What can we help you with?” Jake asked, pulling the stone kettle carefully from the fire and serving his guests Omatikayan tea.

The male on the right spoke first, not touching the drink, his voice deep and commanding, “My name is Ka’nün, my mates La’xsi,” the female nodded in greeting, “and Ro’nho.” The male with his hair pulled back in a tail grinned and waved a little, a little more welcomingly and the Sully pair could see that he was your biological sempul in the same blue color of his eyes and the way his mouth curled in the same way yours did. “We have heard you two are interested in our younger daughter. We have come to ask of you… is this true? And if so, have you been taught the proper way to court a Metkayina Omega?”

Ah, straight and to the point then…

At the shared look Jake and Neytiri shared, the three turquoise skinned adults all collectively sighed and leaned forward, prepared to teach these newcomers the proper way to court you. Although Ka’nün and La’xsi both thought that all Toruk Maktos were reckless and possibly foolish, they were also impressed with their bravery (borderline stupidity) and if he and his mate were interested in you, they were going to do it right, damn it. So, the two eldest Sully’s learned how to initiate the proper ritual to officially proclaim interest in courting a Metkayina female going into detail about what exactly needed to be done and the significance behind each detail.

Over the next week, together, Jake and Neytiri gathered a large number of thick fronds from deeper inside the island and wove it into a basket large and sturdy enough to fill with food to feed at least six Na’vi. Then, they had to catch, gather, kill, and prepare a meal for their intended Omega to prove they would make excellent providers. Once the meal was ready, the two of them would need to present it to the intended party’s parents for inspection. If they approved, it would then be presented to you for approval and the more elaborate the meal, the more serious the proposal to court with intention of mating.

But the thing the two of them were most determined to get for you was honey from a Paska’sngap hive as it was the ultimate courting gesture.

Honey from a Paska’sngap hive was difficult to come by as the bees — which were half the size of an adult Na’vi’s skull — were harmless by themselves and usually didn’t attack unless it felt threatened. An individual bee could sting up to three times before it died and each sting would release a bit of toxin which would take about a day or two to recover from after their stingers were removed from your skin. And typically, a Na’vi could survive a handful of stings but multiple stings from a dozen or more Paska’sngap’s could result in enough toxin in their bloodstream to act as a paralytic so that bigger creatures could be able to eat the helpless Na’vi. Even more stings than that – say, if the whole hive stung you – that much toxin could stop your heart. Foraging for honeycombs was usually a test of endurance, skill and speed as the bees could swarm in defense of their home and easily overpower any being.

It was worth it if it was for you.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, depending on how you looked at it… fate had other plans the day they were finally ready to officially propose courting you.

You had woken that morning feeling warmer than normal, a tingle running throughout your limbs that happened once every four lunar cycles or so and you should have known it was coming if you hadn’t been so distracted by the pair known as the Sully parents as you learned about them and taught them your ways. As you were unmated, you still lived with your parents so when you and they all realized what you were starting to go through, your Omega sempul had scooped you up and had taken you to one of the huts in the deeper parts of your island home designated for unmated Na’vi, your Alpha sa’nok bringing your sleeping mat and blankets so you could build your nest and your Beta father making sure you had baskets of fruit and dried meats and several water skins. Your Omega sempul carefully laid you down on your bedding once it was arranged. The heat was increasing within you, a particularly sharp shoot of pain causing you to gasp and curl up tightly on top of your soft coverlets. Your mother wanted to help you, to soothe you in your time of need but her Alpha pheromones were playing havoc with your senses, so she and your other father retreated, leaving you with Ro’hno who gently took your hair and braided it up and away from your face, purring as soothingly as he could.

“You’ll be alright, little one,” he murmured, taking one of the waterskins and bringing it to your lips. “In a few days, this’ll be over. We have food for you, water, your blankets and bedding. I can come back tomorrow to check on you.” You nodded, your body wracking with need and causing both a tight discomfort and heat to pool low in your belly, sweat forming on your back and an throbbing building in the base of your spine.

Your sempul retreated from the marui then and you settled into your nest, moving it as you see fit, shimmying your body over every piece your sa’nok touched and replacing her scent with yours, trying to ignore the achiness in your limbs and the slight pulsing of your cunt which would only get worse when you started playing with yourself. Your instincts craved for a partner – or two, your mind supplied, thinking of two sapphire-skinned Na’vi in particular – to fill you with their cock. The substitution of your fingers wouldn’t really ever minimize the yearning, no matter how many times you brought yourself release during your previous heats, your slick pooling beneath your body again and again and again. As it did every time before, the warmness built up further within you and you struggled to removed your chest covering, fingers fumbling to undo the knots at the back of your neck and down one of your sides before doing the same to your tewng, casting both aside, before you struggled to remove your necklace, belly chain and bracelet too, the weight of the materials on your skin too much to bear.

Panting from exhaustion, you let yourself relax in your nest and let your mind wander, bringing one of your hands lazily to your breast and shivering at the pleasure that shot through you. Your cunt fluttered with your body’s compulsions to breed, trying to cling to something, anything, as more slick dribbled out of you.

You sighed in submission and gave in. You caressed your other hand slowly down your turquoise belly towards your needy cunt, your eyes rolling in your head as satisfaction raced through your body.

Elsewhere, Jake had loaded up most of the food and stepped out of the way to allow his wife to do the finishing touches, wondering if his dreads needed touching up before he went to you, a slight surge of vanity and self-consciousness having him flexing in the mirror and touching the slightest curve of his tummy. “Ma’Jake… do you… do you think she will reject us?” Neytiri asked softly, referring to you, as she finished packing the basket with a bowl of your favorite fruit and the jar of hard-earned honey, slowly looking up at her mate, her nervousness showing in the flicking of her tail and the droop of her pointed ears.

The large male immediately turned away from the mirror and reached out to the love of his life, tucking his fingers beneath her narrow chin, making her large honey yellow eyes meet his golden gaze. He replied just as quietly, “I would like to think she would not reject us, Tiri. She seems to enjoy spending time with us most days, even if it is putting up with my ~bull shit~.” This caused Neytiri to crack a slight smile. He continued, saying, “However, we will know for certain her reaction after we present her with this as a united front. Have a strong heart for me, ~baby. We got this. Yeah?~.” She nodded and they pressed their foreheads together, breathing in each other’s scents and steadying their nerves.

Taking their basket to the marui you lived in with your parents and unmated older sister, your father – Ro’nho – met you at the entrance with a grimace.

“Eywa… apparently… has had different plans for my youngest daughter today,” he announced, meeting their gazes solemnly. “She’s been moved to a special marui our unmated sometimes retreat to at the edge of our village when their heats and ruts hit.” The mated pair shared a look at this surprising news and the extraordinary timing. His blue eyes, so like yours, took in the basket they had slaved over creating for your courting gift and smiled. Lifting his eyes, he added, “I am pleased it was you two. She’s blossomed more in the last three months than in the last twenty-three Eywa’eveng cycles of her life. I have never seen her so happy except when she is with you both and your children. Come, follow me.” He led the two Alphas away from the marui and down the walkway, guiding them into the island where you were apparently located. Finally, Ro’nho stopped once they were deep within the heart of the island and pointed. “She’s there so this is where I leave you both. Good luck.”

The area the Sully duo found themselves in was simply beautiful, lush and colorful with a multitude of trees and flowers and a couple of waterfalls off to the side roaring over a rounded cliff into a crystal-clear pond that wound down into a small river that the two of them could easily step over with their towering height. Beside the picturesque view near the bank was a spacious marui off to the side built amongst the giant mangrove-like roots of the trees and elevated off the ground, much like the ones the Omatikaya were known for. Neytiri grinned, excited to get in there, not only to explore but she could smell your scent wafting in the air.

Ro’nho wandered away, his heart thumping in his chest and wondering if he had done the right thing by allowing The Toruk Makto and his mate access to his only biological daughter, during your heat. It wasn’t your first one by any means but the first one you would at least have partners to ease the pain. You might even come out of this with two mates and a baby on the way. He smiled to himself and kept walking, leaving Jake and Neytiri with you.

The mated pair looked at each other, your potent scent beginning to fill their lungs, your muffles noises now beginning to tickle their ears above the roar of the waterfalls, and their courting gift hanging between them. At least they were coming prepared.

“Are you ready for this, ~baby~?” Jake asked his wife.

Neytiri nodded and stepped forward first, grinning and eager, dragging Jake along with her and approached the marui, your scent and your moans getting louder the closer they got to you.

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Inside, your thumb circled your clit as your fingers worked tirelessly within your warm wetness, your pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within your belly. Only for something sweet and floral paired with the scent of wood and fresh earth tinged with the smell of the rain on the wind to drift into your nose. Then another scent joined the first, something smoky paired with something you remember Jake having describes as metal and gunpowder and tinged with the smell of something musky.

Alpha scents.

Both of them – ones you knew well.

You whimpered and your ears swiveled forward as you heard them approach, your turquoise knees subconsciously spreading slightly, eagerly, the closer they got. They were here! During your heat!. You lifted heavy eye lids and focused upon two sapphire skinned bodies as the marui curtain was pulled back and they stepped into the marui, a large, freshly woven basket held aloft between them. They both instantly sucked in a sharp breath as his and his wife’s eyes dilated at the seductive scene you made, all loose teal limps spread out in your nest gleaming with sweat, your wide paddle-like tail off to the side and twitching in interest, your breasts heaving, and hairless cunt glistening with slick. Their scents washed over you and you whined, curling your fingers within you faster without a thought about their eyes upon you in such a compromising position.

“Fuck, ~sweetheart~,” the male Alpha groaned, feeling the blood rush to his cock as he greedily took you in. “~Don’t you just make a pretty fucking picture~.”

Neytiri flicked him with her tail, muttering, “Ma’Jake, she does not understand the tawtute language.” Her husband blushed at this reminder and the two of them lowered the courting basket, watching as you stared at them with hazy eyes, your fingers still pressed inside of you. To you, she explained, voice a little shaky as your aroma started to affect her, “My skxawng husband was complimenting you, paysyul. You are… very appealing like this.” Kneeling down by one of your ankles, Jake followed suit at your other one and you could see the way his tewng bulged with his visibly swelling cock as he was also influenced by the scent of your heat and the pheromones you were excreting.

The male Alpha added, “~Sweetheart~, we had hoped to do this the proper way… but…” He gestured to the basket, “will you allow us to help you? We will make you feel so good. I promise.”

Neytiri leaned forward, still not touching as she nodded, her pupils dilated as her gaze glued to where your fingers were buried. You sucked in a deep breath and their combined scents made the need within you stronger, your cunt tightening upon your fingers. “Ohhh,” you moaned wantonly, “yes, please. I ache so badly.” Immediately, Neytiri pounced forward and caught your wrist, pulling it free of your body. She shushed you when you wined in protest, only for it to cut off as she brought your slick coated fingers to her mouth, licking them clean rather greedily, purring once more. “Please,” you begged before glancing over at Jake, not wanting him to feel left out. The male Alpha smirked down at you and moved closer so he could have an easier time leaning down and kissing your lips. You sighed into his mouth and allowed your hand that had been upon your breasts to cup his strong jaw. Only to squeal as curious fingers slid inside of you. Neytiri, not to be outdone by her mate bullied her way between your legs and slid her own fingers into you, drawing your attention back to her. You raised your hips into her touch and rutted against her hand, her thinner fingers so different than your own and causing you to feel that much more. “Oh, please, please,” you begged, clinging to Jake and the mat below you.

Jake moved to kiss you again, only for Neytiri to growl lowly. He shot her an unimpressed look, reminding her, “~Baby, we promised to share~.”

Neytiri’s ears flicked back and her nose flared in agitation but she nodded and added something else you didn’t understand. The male Alpha immediately smirked once more and scooped you up, settling himself into your nest with you on top of him, resting in the cradle of his thick thighs, your back against the muscles of his chest. With his scent that much more around you, you grabbed his arms and wrapped them around your belly, burying your nose into his bicep and breathing deeply, making him chuckle. The Alpha female purred and leaned over top of you, sandwiching you in between their sapphire bodies and lowered her mouth to yours now, kissing you much more ferociously. You whimpered and clung to her shoulders, flexing your spread legs in invitation.

“I have what you need,” the older woman assured you and sat back, removing her chest covering that you had made for her before untying her tewng and drawing it away from her body. You watched avidly; your blue eyes glued to her movements.

Because she was a female, Neytiri had the same parts as you: breasts, cunt, and a womb. Because she was an Alpha, she also had a slit on the front of her pubic bone that was only supposed to open during her rut or her Omega’s heat. The seam of her front slit was spreading now and the flesh on either side was beginning to swell on either side of the opening, revealing something pink within. Carefully, you reached out and caressed the fleshy bulge and finding it soft and a bit squishy.

“That is where Tiri’s seed is, ~sweetheart~,” Jake told you softly into your ear. “And that thing within her slit? That is her cock. Why not coax it out?”

You hummed and met Neytiri’s eyes. She rested her hands on your knees and nodded encouragement. You cautiously pressed your fingers into the top and bottom edges of her slit and caressed the crown of her penis, finding little nubs all over the pink head. She grunted as her cerulean striped length began to slide out into the open blossoming under your careful strokes, the bioluminescent freckles glowing upon her shaft that was slowly filling with blood as you ignited her lust further with your tender ministrations. “Yes, paysyul. Just like that,” she encouraged you. You gulped as she continued to slide further and further from her sheath and thicken, revealing noticeable ridges decorating the underside of her penis. And towards the base of her cock was a ring of flesh, slightly thicker with more of those little nubs and a heavier smattering of her glowing spots. You realized it was her knot. “I am going to put this inside of you now, if you want that?” she asked for assurance.

You nodded quickly, eagerly, a breathy “Yes, please… Tiri,” falling from your lips. She grinned, enjoying hearing her nickname from you.

Sliding forward, her cock, about maybe ten inches long and four inches towards the base, nudged your opening, gathering your copious amounts of slick and coating herself with it. Meeting your gaze, she hooked her hands beneath your knees and slid forward slowly, gritting her teeth at your tightness. Your nails dug into Jake’s forearms as you moan, body beginning to tremble as your cunt stretched around her invasion.

“~Easy, baby, easy~,” Jake murmured, soothingly, kissing the side of your head as he glanced between his wife and the way it slid into your pussy. Murmuring to you as his mate’s pelvis came flush with the juncture of your thighs, he asked, “How do you feel, ~sweetheart~?”

“Good,” you gasped, your blue eyes rolling. “Full.”

This caused him to laugh quietly and you struggled to meet his eyes. “If you think you feel full with Tiri’s cock in you, I am going to absolutely wreck your ~pussy, sweetheart~. I am… quite a bit bigger.”

“She is so tight Ma’Jake,” Neytiri moaned, her honey yellow eyes half lidded her jaw slack.

Jake chuckled, “Make her feel good, ~baby~. You know how bad your rut can get.” His wife nodded and slid out partially from your warm, wet depths, grinning as you whined in protest. Only to wail when she thrust her cock back inside. “~That’s it, baby. Make our Omega feel good.~” He reached out and fondled one of your breasts, tweaking the nipple between two of his thick fingers.

You whined, lifting your hips to meet her thrusts, begging aloud, “More, more, please!” You wanted it. The full feeling. The need turning to indescribable pleasure. Tears were starting to well in your eyes as you dug your heels into your bedding and sped up your movements, an itchiness, a demand for more, more, more driving you forward desperately. Your fangs began to ache in your mouth and you shoved yourself up and away from Jake’s touch, sliding yourself up onto Neytiri’s thighs and beginning to ride her frantically, shoving your face into the unmarked side of her neck and nuzzled her there, scenting her as you bounced over her frenziedly. Her scent was sweet and floral with the underlying smell of wood and fresh and the rain on the wind, one you would happily drown in. You moaned and moved your mouth to her gland, sucking upon it as you urgently continued to ride Neytiri’s cock.

You were finally close.

So, fucking close.

A harsh little tug to your tail from was what did it for you.

You let out a harsh but pitiful whine, feeling the expectation build within your body as you finally crested the peak of your pleasure, the coil snapping free as your orgasm washed over your senses like a destructive tidal wave during the stormy season. It was nothing but blinding sensation, a shock to your system like you would imagine getting hit by the bolts of light in the sky would feel, robbing you of all self-control. A low growl rolled out from within your throat and before you could think, you had sunk your double set of fangs into her neck, nearly foaming at the mouth when you finally tasted her blood gushing past your lips. You spasmed, your inner walls clamping down upon her cock with a muffled wail and you felt her slam your hips down upon her, your cunt eagerly wrapping around Neytiri’s knot greedily and sealing her deep inside as her knot expanded, forcing her own climax, her cock spurting deep within you, filling you with her seed. With your sharp little fangs still embedded in her neck, she shot Jake a smug look over your shoulder and haughtily bit down on one of your own glands, marking you as hers in return before her husband could.

Behind you, Jake grunted as he fisted his pulsing cock, cumming right along with the two of you, his tewng cast aside after you had started to ride his wife.

You pulled away from Neytiri, licking softly at the wound you had made in a hope it would stop trickling blood soon, what with the coagulability Na’vi saliva possessed. “I am sorry, if I hurt you,” you whispered shyly, wondering if you should apologize for marking her without her consent as well. She hummed as she cleaned your new mark upon your neck, nuzzling your cheek and kissing you softly.

“No fear,” she replied. “I hoped you would mark me. But my skxawng and I come as a pair. Will you mark him as well?”

You turned around, whining slightly as it tugged at the knot deep within you to look at Jake and see the hope in his golden eyes. “If you would have me, yes,” you whispered, shuddering as you felt Neytiri’s cock pulse within you. “Ohhh,” you moaned. “How long does this usually last?”

Jake and Neytiri shrugged, the male Alpha replying, “We are not sure as we have never been with an Omega before. Are you not comfortable, ~sweetheart~?” You didn’t want to complain. You already felt loads better than your previous heats now that you had Neytiri inside of you but you were a little uncomfortable in this position. Jake must have seen your face because he helped you and his wife down onto the mat onto your sides where you could relax a little better. He then offered you both a water skin as he took a soft cloth and gently wiped you clean of sweat and residual blood.

“Thank you, Jake,” you murmured, smiling shyly up at him before blushing and realizing he was as naked as you and Neytiri were. And then you noticed his cock, flaccid now that he’d jerked himself off but still impressive compared to other male Na’vi’s you had seen in passing. Sometimes, when you or your sister were fitting a male for a new tewng, you got a peak of what he was packing and from the looks of it, even now, Jake was putting them all to shame. You hid your face into Neytiri’s neck as you added, “Ah, I see what you mean, Jake.”

He chuckled, retorting, “No worries, ~sweetheart~, it will fit. The kids are proof of that. ‘Ey, Neytiri?” She giggled at that.

The kids.

You flushed.

“Ah, they… your children will be alright to accept me?” you asked softly.

The mated pair glanced at each other and laughed, your ears twitching with dubiousness if they were laughing at you or not. “~Sweetheart~,” Jake told you soothingly, running his thick fingers through your hair, “Lo’ak and Tuk have both started calling you the equivalent of sa’nok in English. That is what ~mom~ means. We just did not want to pressure you before you had chosen us.” You gaped in surprise before you blushed once more, this time in happiness at being so accepted into the family of foreigners you had come to care for. He added, “I hope this does not scare you.”

You shook your head, grinning to yourself. “No, I am not scared,” you assured them. “Your children are wonderful.��

Neytiri grinned and touched your belly. “We may have one more soon,” she reminded you.

You shifted against her and her knot finally popped free, Jake swooping in to help ease you off his wife and to wipe you up gently as your slick and her cum poured back out of your body. You grit your teeth as he soothingly washed your nether parts clean. “Just sensitive,” you told him at his worried glance, “and a bit sore. I have never taken anything bigger than my fingers before now.”

His pupils dilated at that.

“Oh, really now?” he smirked and leaned forward, kissing you. “Guess that really makes you, ~our girl~.”

You adjusted yourself onto your knees and cupped his jaw, allowing him to pull you up onto his lap, his cock resting beneath the curve of your backside as your tongue played with his own. His possessive hands hugged your hips as he devoured your mouth hungrily. And just like that, your heat kicked back up, no longer satisfied with just the one orgasm previously. Your body thrummed with rebuilding need and your cunt began to slicken up once more in preparation for another round, this time with your other mate.

“Our sweet little paysyul,” Neytiri agreed, moving out of the nest for her husband and you.

“Thanks, ~baby~,” Jake panted, grinning at his wife as he maneuvered you into the proper presentation position, on your knees with your shoulders down, ass up, your slick little pussy on display for him. “~Fuck, sweetheart~,” he groaned, stroking his cock to life at the carnal picture you made, just for him at this moment. “You ready for me, ~sweetheart~?” You nodded eagerly, only to feel the sting of a hand upon your backside. “Words, ~sweetheart~. Use your words.”

“I am ready for you, Jake,” you replied, wiggling your hips in invitation.

He smacked your other cheek before soothing the sting with his warm palm and then lining himself up with your entrance. “Be a good girl, ~sweetheart~, and breathe. I am bigger than Neytiri and you have to tell me if it hurts.” You verbally agreed as gasped as he started to push forward. “Breathe, ~sweetheart~,” Jake reminded you through gritted teeth. You nodded and Neytiri leaned down, putting her face nears yours and having you focus upon her to match your breathing with hers. It helped as your male Alpha inched his thick cock further and further into your warm, wet depths. “~Fuck, sweetheart, you really are tight~,” he groaned, reaching under you with one hand and circling your clit with his index finger, causing more slick to seep out of your entrance and ease his way deeper inside of you. He growled, “Ohhhh, yes.”

Finally, his hips were flush with the curve of your backside and Neytiri praised you, caressing your cheek affectionately.

You panted for breath, feeling even more full than when you had had her cock inside of you. Jake was practically splitting you apart he was so big! It hurt being stretched so wide but it felt so right. This was what you needed, what your body needed, what it was made for, your hindbrain preening in accomplishment at taking both of your Alphas’ cocks though you weren’t entirely sure if you would be able to take his knot. But if you could take his cock once, you could take it again, proving that exact thing when he began to slide out of you only to thrust back inside.

Then again.

And again.

“Ohhh, Jake,” you slurred as he invaded your depths, the warmth of your heat spreading throughout your body. “Please. Oh, please.”

He gripped your hips harder and speared into you faster, grunting, “Yeah, ~sweetheart. That’s right~. Take it. Take it like a good girl, yeah? Take this cock.” You whined in agreement, the coil beginning to tighten within your belly as the heat spread further and further, the itchiness you felt with your female Alpha making its presence known again. Neytiri watched avidly as her mate fucked into you like a well-oiled machine, her tail swaying in appreciation at watching her husband’s muscles bulge and gleam with sweat as he worked into you tirelessly, a creamy ring forming just above his knot. Jake continued to babble, “Maybe one of us will get you pregnant during this heat of yours, yeah? Would you like that, ~sweetheart~? Hmmm? Getting pregnant with mine or Neytiri’s baby? Your belly swelling with our child? Add to the Sully clan? You would be such a good sa’nok, yeah… So good with our other kids. Gonna give you one of your own.”

You whined out a ‘yes, oh please, yes’, your inner walls fluttering around his thick shaft at the picture that evoked within your mind. And you found you wanted it. You wanted what he described.

Neytiri grinned. “Do it, Ma’Jake,” she agreed. “Get our sweet little paysyul. We could use another baby now that Tuk is becoming more independent.”

With his wife’s encouragement and your agreement, Jake pulled out of you just long enough to flip you onto your back and thrust back into your body. You wrapped your legs around his hips and clung to his back, your fangs aching within your gums once more with the need to bite and claim your other mate, the need, the fire of your building pleasure burning you from the inside out. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, the smoky, musky scent of his paired with metal and gunpowder filling your lungs. Now slightly more familiar with that feeling you allowed yourself to lose control this time as your orgasm burst through you and your fangs broke the skin of his scent gland, permanently claiming Toruk Makto as yours.

“Good, little paysyul,” Neytiri purred, nuzzling your cheek as you relaxed back into your nest with her husband on top of you. “You did very well.” She pushed at Jake’s shoulder, and he rolled off of you, bringing you to lay on his chest. She tipped a water skin into your mouth carefully before doing the same to her husband and stroking both of your cheeks. “Are you hungry? Perhaps I can offer you something to eat?” Your stomach grumbled lightly and you blushed.

At least you knew both of your two new mates would take care of you.

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Originally Posted: 13 January 2024 Word Count: 11,252

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