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Lexi this morning earlier today (@/lexigraceboosey via her latest Instagram story)

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Im done

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His daughter (sully family x reader)

It was rare for Navi’s to have twins. So with Neytiri’s pregnancy with Lo’ak and Y/n it was safe until it wasn’t, she had almost lost Y/n in her womb. It would’ve left Lo’ak by himself, the rest of Neytiri’s pregnancy was the worst. She knew her baby girl was going to be born weak, so when they pulled her out of Neytiri’s womb it was like they were taking the life right out of her. Neytiri immediately went to grab her, longing for her daughter’s heart beat. Compared to Lo’aks body Y/n was small and fragile..from then on the connection with their daughter was strong, they needed to be in order to keep her alive.

So from then on Y/n was Jake’s baby girl, his precious daughter. It should be noted that she was Lo’aks twin and was raised along side him and Kiri.

Of course as any child would, Lo’ak and Kiri had selective hearing when it came to their father and his many rules growing up. However, Y/n listened. She was the only one out of all three who truly cared about her fathers opinion. In the eyes of the clan Y/n was Jake’s golden heart.

*

“Mhm and Ooo! What is this papa?”

The child had wobbled to her mothers chain of flower, she had planned to surprise the girls with.

“ahhh, that my little one is not for you!”

“…are you sure papa? It looks nice on me.”

Y/n twirled around with the flower crown, smiling with glee and grace.

“It does!! But your mother would kill me if she found out I let you-“

Neytiri had walked through the home before he could even finish his sentence

“Ma’Jake?! You were supposed to hide it!”

“She got a hold of it!”

“It looks amazing mama-”

While spinning however, Y/n fell to the floor and both parents looked at her in disbelief. They froze for a moment waiting for the cry’s to begin..but they never did. Y/n just laughed at herself and laughed at her parents for worrying more than she had. Jake’s smile couldn’t hide, he knew that Y/n was strong and he loved that about her.

*

The only issue with Y/n was that she wore her heart on her sleeve. She loved to love everything in site, and she often gave people the benefit of the doubt. Jake saw that, and he trained her very well. He had her perfected and established to be a role model for the clan. Despite all his efforts, y/n didn’t find it in her heart to view the world as he did. So, he kept a watch fall eye on her to keep her safe, and Y/n was never allowed anywhere without someone around.

*

“I’m going around the village! By-“

“Nope! Not without your sister!”

Y/n had tried her hardest to remain patient with her father, settling on not saying anything and instead holding her frustration in. All she desperately wanted was time to herself; she was exhausted from spending time with everyone.

*

In many ways Y/n knew how to capture anyone’s eye. She was the most vibrant out of all siblings. All siblings remained close, but they had never gotten to the point where they would speak about..the cracks within their house..

*

Jake had been furious that he found both of his sons wondering around the forest, with no care in the world.

“Lo’ak are you stupid?! You were given orders! Stay away from those areas of the forest!..and you! Neteyam how many times do I have to tell you to keep an eye on your siblings!”

Both boys would blink their tears away..

*

It wasn’t just them..

*

Y/n had been eating her dinner alongside her family when an elder adult approached her. They had instructed her to fix something, in an aggressive tone; almost as though they were demanding it be done now. For once, Y/n retaliated gently, slightly annoyed that she was constantly interrupted when she was trying to connect and eat like the rest of the clan.

“Im sorry, can it wait till im done eating? then I’ll be happy to do it! thank you.”

The elder had gotten annoyed because it was the first time, Y/n declined aiding. The women had walked away in a rush, upset at the girl.

The siblings quickly exchanged confused faces about the situation before leaping back into their conversation but Jake couldn’t shake off the emotions he was feeling about Y/n denying the women.

“..that was rude why did you treat her like that?”

Y/n looked at her father with a questionable look..

“She was rude first.”

“So? She is an elder..”

“I said I would get it done later sir, im eating like the rest of you. She can wait.”

“Y/n that is not the behavior you should be having towards the clan.”

The pair had went back and forth in hushed voice as the rest of the family watched.

“..why is it that she can toss orders at me and you can be completely fine with it?”

“Y/n you can’t be talking back to me-“

“Can our daughter not eat in peace Jake? Please can the both of you be quiet.”

The pair turned to Neytiri and all Y/n could do was pass a gentle smile at her mother, glad she had stepped in. It was very rare that Neytiri ever did. Both Y/n and Jake were so used to getting what they wanted, that the pair would often clash heads…

*

The arguments didn’t start until Y/n got older. She had gotten so eager to finally go out by herself and be more independent. That’s just the person Y/n was, she was willing to take risks and adventure. Funny enough Lo’ak was the same, yet he got away with majority of the things he did because it was expected of him. Y/n always had to come back home looking the same as she did before she left. Not a hair or seam in her outfit out of place, if Jake knew she did anything he wouldn’t approve of he’d be furious.

To Y/n , that was the most frustrating thing of all. Everyone of her siblings would be able to go out, except her. She had hated it, she always felt watched. When the people came up to her she felt as though she couldn’t truly connect, she was absolutely terrified of the things they’d tell her father if she did.

For her father’s approval, Y/n conquered more than you can imagine. She had more talent in her body at her young age than any male soldier.

You can only imagine how eager Jake was to leave the forest. His sacred children were held at gunpoint, what more of a signal could there be as a warning to go?

So the family left their home; tears fell from everyone’s eyes as they were now torn away from their friends and families. Y/n eventually grew with excitement and encouraged the rest of her siblings to feel the same, she knew something good was coming. Eywa was going to treat them to a reset button.

When they arrived on the island Y/n stood tall and confident. The clan looked at them with the most disgusted faces, confused as to why they were there and what they’d be asking for..

Time had passed and when Ronal got to Y/n, she didn’t hesitate to poke at her body. She had no shame in Critiquing it, in-front of her people…

“This child! She won’t last-“

Neytiri hissed, frustrated at Ronal for even implying that. Jake had told her to calm down, yet again putting his foot down.

“Do you think this is what we want here? Your children’s bodies won’t survive in our ocean, their demon blood runs thick..”

Ronal continued by picking at Kiri and Lo’ak next.. degraded was an understatement of how Y/n felt. She looked at the crowd furiously, until her eyes settled on a boy who had just came onto shore. He had teased his siblings here and there before meeting her eyes.

Ao’nung could feel the madness within her eyes, how fragile and frightened this experience was for her. Those eyes told everything. He had made the abrupt choice to put the teasing to an end, deciding it wasn’t worth it. Nothing could perfectly describe the way Ao’nung viewed Y/n , she was breathtaking to him. Different than the rest of the Navi’s but comforting.

When he was walking them to their Mauri he had gotten quiet, glancing at her the entire walk. She looks so comfortable in her skin, confident even! But when you took one look at her eyes it was like they captivated you and told you her life’s story. He was so interested in her background..

Y/n had remained quiet the rest of the night, she was excited before but now…the anxiety and sadness settled in. She missed the forest, she missed home. Y/n missed it so much that she regretted being at least a little excited, she threw herself to go back to grieving. All her siblings seemed eager to learn, but she knew that if she didn’t get any of it right or if her father didn’t think she was trying hard enough he’d made her relearn to all over and over again.

So there she was, picking at her food…fighting the tears. In that moment she realized she pushed those excited emotions on herself, at home she had a role to withold and the people were always so eager to speak to her. Maybe she took it for granted sometimes but, she would always take the time to say hello and ask how everyone’s day was.

“Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!”

She had been pulled out of her transit once again.

“Yes?”

“I know it’s hard. But we can’t sit at the table with upset faces. When you’re out there? You smile. When they don’t smile back? You smile. Even when They’re not here you must smile. You cannot know you have a distasteful thought while being here.”

She was mad. Mad that he was still holding his guard up. Upset that he had managed to order her around even when he wasn’t trying to. Frustrated that he couldn’t see that they should be allowed to grieve the loss of their home. Neither of them realized how exhausted and how easily irritated both of them could get after the amount of traveling they did.

“No ones here except family-“

“So? Your siblings feel your emotions! You’re making everyone upset.”

“How is that my fault? I’ve been trying-“

“Well try harder! Cause that face isn’t showing it.”

Those furious tears fell from her eyes as she stared at her father. He wanted to control everywhere she went, and now he wanted to control her emotions.

“..Well you can’t go around acting like that either..”

“Don’t cry now Y/n.”

“Yup, that’s me being dramatic. Once again, father knows everything!”

“I know everything! Because I do everything.”

Y/n got up from her spot and walked away from her meal, exhausted from her father. She was beginning to get the strength to just forget pleasing him. Y/n no longer wanted to be her father’s golden child, it had gotten so bad he’d even describe her as a burnt out star..

Even when it was visible Y/n no longer wanted to argue, Jake kept pushing and he followed her as she attempted to walk away.

“..cause you don’t let me do anything! I could help more if you just let me go!”

Neytiri gasped, fear reaping right out of her. What she feared was true, Y/n did notice how tight Jake held onto her, and she felt suffocated. The true truth was right between her words.

“Please the both of you are just tired, finish eating.”

“No Neytiri. I’m tired of this behavior. Y/n! With the way you’re acting, you are doing the opposite of help!”

Neteyam grew accustomed to taking the siblings out the room when anyone was arguing with father, he knew because it’s what he would’ve wanted. The most harshest punishments come from their father.

“I’m doing the best I can! What else do you want from me?!”

“I want you to be better! And to maybe spend some time thinking about how you’re effecting this family! I can’t keep arguing with you! This year has been a wreak! And it started with you, constantly acting out. You don’t get to be sad when you became reckless with the clan when they needed you.!”

Y/n started at her father for a brief moment, she gave her heart a moment to break. The clan meant everything to Y/n and yes, sometimes recently she had denied their demands to stay late and aid within their homes simply because everyone has their moment when they were tired of everything. The face of betrayal came across her face once again..

“…you may tell me how to shoot a gun, or train or who I get to hang out with, but you don’t tell me how to grieve my home and clan! I’m done with this conversation.”

“Oh!! Now I get it, this is about your training, that you fell down from!”

“Oh my goodness! This has nothing to do with my capabilities! But since we’re on the subject just because I mess up with small details, doesn’t mean that I won’t succeed in life! You do not get to tell me that!”

“I get to tell you all of it! Because I made you! Remember that Y/n!”

“Yea dad…you made me..okay..that’s fine..”

Neytiri wanted to cry at seeing her daughter’s shoulder weaken, her posture fall with her tears, and her hair detach from her scalp once again since she had run her hand through it. The volume in her voice got low and cracked, her daughter had accepted defeat in Jakes argument.

The siblings walked back in and watched Y/n walk into a dark corner of the Maui, turning her back to her family..

They sat there and didn’t bat a word at Jake, simply gotten used to his behavior and treatment of Y/n. They didn’t believe he was right for it, but what can you do when you know she’s at least fighting for herself? All siblings and mother accepted that she would never change.

Y/n laid there weeping silently, allowing her body to fall into a deep rest she needed badly.

!💗!

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SPOILERS FOR AVATAR 2!!

Avatar! Rick Quaritch x Na'vi Reader 

"Given Enough "

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Chapter 1 - The Invader

Colonel Rick Quaritch shamefully tucked his tail and flew off. His mission to kill Jake Sully failed drastically. Now it's just him flying out into the wilderness of Pandora. His body is weak and needs to rest. Rick landed on a nearby plot of floating land,' Ayram alusìng' as Na'vi called them. However, this was not the Hallelujah Mountains. Quaritch had no clue where exactly he was. He grunts, removing his Queue from the Ikran. He slides off the mountain banshee’s back boots landing on the ground beneath him. The Colonel glanced around for any natives lurking in the trees or behind the bushes around him. The cost seemed clear enough to let his guard down. Little did he know a female Na'vi had been monitoring him long before he entered her tribe's domain. 

(Y/n) (L/n), the clan leader's firstborn. Her people were known as the Kamimaljuyú. The air tribe. They lived in the Ayram alsuìng and built their home there. Humans learned very little about their kind. Due to the terrain, it served as a natural shield against the sky people. Their technology did not last beyond a few miles before rendering them completely useless. The Kamimaljuyú made minimal contact with Sky people and preferred to keep it as such.

(E/c) orbs gradually examined the Avatar before her. She caught subtle differences between her people and the lab-grown organism. Their Avatar features included:  eyebrows, a pronounced nose, a stout physique, one extra finger, and a toe. Their entire race intrigued (Y/n). How did it make sense to leave their dying world only to bring their problems here? Humans would not change their way of life. Not even to save their race. They rather force their ways on others while avoiding the real problem. She could not allow him to stay here much longer. (Y/n) feared Quaritch might bring others. The Kamimaljuyú knew about the sky people’s return but had no involvement in such a meaningless slaughter. They were after the mighty Jake Sully, not her people.

Her chest rose and fell, soaking in the air around her. With a graceful hand, she retrieved an arrow from her quiver. (Y/n) placed the string between the nock before pulling back. Her accuracy could rival any hunter in their village because she never missed. Everything around her accounted for; the distance, position, and wind speed. She let go firing her poisoned lace weapon. Suddenly a gust of wind hit the trajectory changed. Her eyes widen as the arrow lands right at the Colonel’s boots. She then felt a strong presence, Eywa. Maybe the path for this Avatar is not death. The great mother is never wrong. 

Quaritch leaped up glancing in the direction the arrow came from. “Come on out. I might go easy on you.” He growled despite not being in the physical condition to fight. (Y/n) rolled her eyes before slowly emerging from the nearby bush. Her arrow is out as a precaution. 

“You look ready to collapse at any moment now, demon.” Her ears go back hissing as a warning. “I take it you couldn't handle the Na'vi as you thought? You may have an Avatar body but your skills and technology are no match for our spirit." 

Quaritch looked over the native female. He could not deny she was beautiful. The Colonel normally had no attraction to women of their race but. Her eyes, face, lips, and hair all came together perfectly. "You-you." He stutters before collapsing. The last thing he saw is (Y/n) rushing over to his body before everything went black. 

---

Quaritch had no idea how long he was out. He woke up surrounded by thousands of Navi. He hissed looking frantically for a way you. However, he is bound and helpless. What choice did he have? Why did she not kill him? What did they want? He instantly could tell the leaders apart from the other Navi. ‘Oh, shit’ He thought realizing the pretty native woman is not just anyone. It was their daughter. How lucky could he get? It brought flashbacks of Jake Sully meeting Neytiri. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage. If Jake became one of them perhaps he could? Seduce the princess into falling in love. Oldest trick in the book. A mission he would be willing to extend if that meant killing the whole Sully family while Jake watched.

“Why have you come back to Pandora after Toruk Makto sent you flying back?”

“We come back in peace. Not all of us agree with what happened to the people all those years ago. Earth wants to make admins.” He looked down with sorrow as the lies spilled off his tongue. “I had gotten caught in a nasty fight with the water tribe. I tried to explain but they did not want to listen.” Quaritch looked up directly into (Y/n)’s eyes. 

“How can I trust the sky people? The last time ended in bloodshed for both sides.”

“I will do anything.” 

“Father…” He glanced at his daughter. Originally Cualli held great anger when (Y/n) returned from her hunt with this demon tied to her Ikran. That anger changed as (Y/n) told him Eywa gave her a sign not to kill the Avatar. “Yuum, leti' impidió ti' le flecha perforara u puksi'ik'al. In wojel ba'ax Eywa Ma'atech u equivoca.Yaan jump'éel plan ti'. In wojel jach jaaj.” (Father, she stopped the arrow from piercing his heart. I know Eywa is never wrong. She has a plan for him. I know it to be true). Quaritch listens closely not understanding this language. He knew about the Kamimaljuyú. They were one of the largest tribes on Pandora and preferred to stay isolated from the other Navi. It was mentioned in books their numbers are greater than the stars in the sky.

The people chatted amongst themselves. They had a right to be scared for the sky people. Other clans had not been so lucky with the alien invaders. Eywa had blessed them all this time. Now his daughter has brought the invader right into their home. His wife, Inez, placed a hand on the wounded Avatar's chest closing her eyes. The Navi went silent waiting for her judgment. “We have avoided war for over 30 years. We kept the sky people at a distance. Eywa has blessed us with protection. Now the great mother has given my daughter a sign. This Avatar has great spirits around him. Evil and good alike battling over his heart. Eywa now brings him here for reasons we do not know. In time she will guide us to find his path, his destiny.” Her voice traveled loud and certain of her communication with Eywa. (Y/n) sighed in relief he would not be harmed as of now. Cualli stepped up raising his staff. The crowd bowed down waiting for his final verdict. With a gesture (Y/n) walked to her father kneeling down.

“My daughter has been spoken to by Eywa. Told to spare his life for now. As we wait for his purpose my daughter will take on the responsibility of tending to his invader. He could be a threat or an ally. We have yet to learn his heart. Eywa sets everyone on two paths. It is his choice of which path to take. Rise, my daughter.” He spoke. (Y/n) rose to her feet ears back. She is left in charge of this man? “You are going to show him our ways. Teach him right and wrong. Then I will pass judgment on him. If he passes the test he will be welcomed as one of us. If not you will kill him yourself. Do you both accept?” 

Quaritch held back his smirk,” I accept.”

(Y/n) sighed deeply,”Je'el in wóotik” (I accept.)

“Then go your time starts now,” Cualli announced

“ Ma' in falles waal.” (Do not fail me, daughter.) Inez whispered already knowing this will not work and (Y/n) will once more disgrace their family. (Y/n) nods looking at Quaritch.

“Follow me.” She instructed as the villagers went back to their daily tasks. She huffed once arriving at the edge of their first village. “You will have to wear our clothes, eat our food, and learn our language.” (Y/n) growled.

“I am not going to run around in one of those thongs or whatever you call them” He adds. Without warning (Y/n) pulls her knife out cutting his shirt. “You will change for this role. You will have to make accommodations or else my father will kill you.” She looked over him. “No boots, no guns, no shirt, but your pants can be cut short enough to still allow for mobility. We are air people there is still forest on our land. So we know how to climb the trees, and swing on the vines, and you will also need to learn our language.” 

Quaritch sighed taking his cut shirt off. He kicked his muddy boots off and growled cutting his pants mid-thigh length. He did not like this one bit.  “Is that better for you Princess?”

“Don’t call me that!” She hissed tail slapping him. “You are going to fail…Eywa sees something in you and I do not know why. It’s getting late supper will be soon then I will show you where you will rest.”

“With you, I hope.” He smirks moving closer to (Y/n). She growled and turned away with a sway in her walk. The Colonel knew this is going to be fun. 

Chapter 2

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Group Effort

A/N: Hello and welcome to next installment of my 500 Follower Celebration...let’s get fucknasty! Also, just to be abundantly clear, this is very much pre-Nyla and Reader is engaged to the moon boys. Also Mr. Lockley’s little bit of Spanish will be translated at the bottom of the fic as per usual.

The prompt: You and Marc share your wildest fantasies with each other…turns out you both share the fantasy of you getting gangbanged by the three of them in separate bodies.

Requested by: @kotonei-molyneux​ & @strawberry1042-blog …great minds think alike 😈😈

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader, with a bit of Steven x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, because we can’t leave them out of the fun, can we? 

Word Count: 2.3k  Spice-o-meter: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 - Rated E, Minors DNI! 

TW/CW: A LOT of dirty talk, handjob, vaginal fingering, talk of group sex/gangbang so mention of nipple play (hello it me), oral (f and m receiving), penetrative sex, anal sex, triple penetration, a little bit of sub!reader, creampie, cum-eating, orgasm denial, exhibition, masturbation, cumshot, talk of internalized slut-shaming, Marc being our dream supportive bf  

You weren’t precisely sure how the topic came up, but it surfaced after you and Marc shared a long, steamy lovemaking session. The two of you were lying in bed utterly sated and exhausted, your torso draped over his chest while he played with your intertwined fingers. Much like a magpie, your eye was drawn to the glint of the three-stone diamond engagement ring that had recently made its home on your left hand. 

“Hmm, tell me,” Marc hummed into your ear, “what’s your wildest fantasy?” 

Despite having spent the better part of the afternoon with your face in Marc’s groin, you blushed. Not because you were shy about talking about sex or your needs, but because your wildest fantasy was dirty. Not to mention impossible and potentially offending to your fiancé. 

“What’s yours?” you tried to deflect. 

“I asked you first,” he countered. He tipped your chin up so your eyes met. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

Ugh, Marc’s molten chocolate eyes and the fact he’d fucked your brains out earlier prevented your normally quick-thinking brain from coming up with a believable backup answer. “I, um…uh.” 

“Want me to go first?” Your fiancé had mercy on you, the last thing he wanted to do was pressure you. The only reason he’d brought it up in the first place was because Marc thought it could be a way to bring you two closer. 

“Please,” you murmured from where you’d buried your face into Marc’s spectacular pecs. 

“Okay,” he began as he stroked your hair, “it’s definitely a fantasy because the last time this happened I was technically dead.” 

Out of everything Marc could’ve said, you certainly didn't expect him to say that. You angled your head so you could see him.  

“But when I went to the Duat, Steven, Jake, and I were in separate bodies. And if there was ever a way for us to replicate that without the death part, I’d want us to all, uh…I’d want the three of us to fuck you. Drown you in pleasure.” 

Your eyes widened, and Marc automatically assumed that he’d gone too far. Before he could backtrack however you said in an awed whisper, “That’s mine too.” 

“Really?” Marc asked, his cock beginning to stir at the thought. 

“Yeah. I didn’t say it at first because I wasn't sure how you’d feel about it,” you confessed, “I didn’t know if having the other boys involved would like, I don’t know, make you think I wanted you any less.” 

“It’s the opposite really,” Marc told you, pulling you in for a kiss, “it means you accept all parts of me.” 

You graced him with a beaming grin, your eyes lit from within. “I love you so much, baby.” 

“Love you too,” he returned after kissing you again. Then his gaze darkened, “So…what would you want us to do?” 

A pink hue stained your cheeks. “Well…um, you know how I love when you play with my tits.” 

“Mmmm, I do,” Marc urged you on. “I’m pretty fond of them myself.”

He sneaked a glance down at the aforementioned breasts while you went on, “You are, but you know how Steven is absolutely bananas for them. So in my fantasy, uh, you’re actually eating me out while Jake and Steven are each sucking on one of my tits.”

You couldn’t quite believe you said it out loud. The idea had played a starring role in your solo-time fantasies, not that you had much time for those anymore now that you were effectively seeing three men who each possessed healthy libidos. Whenever one of the men suckled at your nipple it drove you absolutely wild, so you could hardly imagine how mind-blowingly good it would feel to have both peaks pleasured simultaneously, plus Marc’s talented tongue lapping between your legs. 

Marc groaned. “Now that is a pretty sight.“ His dick quite liked the image too, hardening against his thigh for the third time that evening. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, I’d love to lick this little pussy while getting to watch them play with your titties,” Marc conferred, his hand tucking in between your thighs to part your folds. He smiled wickedly when he found that you were already wet again for him as his fingertips probed you. “What else?” 

You gasped at the touch of Marc’s fingers spreading around your wetness. It made formulating your next thought incredibly difficult, though your fiancé’s hunger to hear more of your filthy fantasies put you at ease. “Uh-ummm, I’d want you all inside me, at the same time.” 

“Shit” Marc swore. That was always his go-to spank bank material. You splayed out and utterly stuffed full of him and his alters, their cocks moving in and out you in a frenzy of desire. He was curious about one thing though, so he inquired, “Who would go where?” 

Your breath hitched due Marc’s question plus the insertion of his digit inside of you. “Mmmm honey, I know where you’d want to be.”

It was time to level the playing field a bit, you decided. Your hand, previously clenched around the edge of the sheet while you watched Marc’s bulging bicep flex as he fingered you, slithered below the covers. 

His hips jerked into your fist when you encircled your palm around his length, stiff and leaking once again. “Your mouth.”

“That’s right, then Jake in my ass, obviously,” you stroked him gently, teasing him with an intentionally light grasp. 

“Obviously,” Marc parroted mindlessly, too consumed with pleasure to be jealous that Jake had gotten anal play in with you before he could. 

“So I guess that would leave my pussy for Steven,” you concluded with a faux innocence. “You don’t think he’d mind, do you?” 

Your fiancé’s eyes rolled back into his head, both from pleasure and from Steven pushing to the front to concur, “Blimey babe, you’re driving us mad…duh-don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you told him. You bit your lower lip as Steven pushed another thick finger into your sopping cunt. 

Marc had to wrestle back control of the body, but he was happy to do so in order to hear more firsthand about this little scenario the two of you were concocting together. Also, your hand was on his dick. 

“We’d fuck you so good baby,” he rasped. “Won’t be able to remember your name when we’re done with ya.”

You could see it so clearly in your mind, sandwiched between Jake and Steven’s strong chests as they moved their cocks inside of you in tandem while Marc stood over you to feed you his. Your pussy bore down on his fingers, your brain trying to conjure what it would feel like to be that full. Perhaps you could achieve the same effect with toys, yet it’d pale in comparison to having three solid, warm bodies caging you into their hold, making you take it since they knew you craved each and every one of their thick members.         

Your grip tightened around Marc’s dick at the thought and your cunt bore down on his fingers. 

“Unngh, I’d wanna watch our cum drip out of all your holes,” he grunted. 

Oh fuck, you hadn’t even considered that, but your sex-addled imagination was quick to supply the mental picture for you: Marc’s cum dribbling from your mouth, while the other’s boys seed trickled out of your ass and pussy. Was your fiancé trying to kill you? 

You keened, “That’d be so hot.” Not your most elegant addition to the conversation, but you were overwhelmed with deliciously dirty thoughts, two digits finger-fucking you, and jacking Marc’s fat erection. “I’d push it out for you so you three could taste it, and us together.”  

“Yeah, mmm fuck yeah baby,” Marc’s began driving his hips through the tight channel of your fist, a telltale sign he was close to coming. Your hand moved down the base of his cock and squeezed the base firmly. 

When your fiancé let out a strangled shout at his release being denied, you disclosed “There’s something more I’d want to try.” 

“Fuck,” Marc cursed again, though you weren’t sure if it from the revelation you had more to say or that you’d started moving your hand again. “Tell me baby.” 

You inhaled deeply to battle the part of your head that was told you that you were about to share too much. “Ummm, I…” 

Marc’s unoccupied hand cradled your cheek, “It’s okay.” 

His assurance allowed you to relax some and gave you the courage to continue. “I, uh…I also think it’d be really hot if you all took turns fucking my pussy.” 

Somehow that idea seemed dirtier than the three of them using you at once. Though you definitely weren’t a prude, your sex life before Marc, Steven, and Jake had been pretty vanilla. Satisfying, but not exactly kinky. The thought of a gangbang was one of those kinks that always appealed to you in theory but never in reality, mostly because you couldn’t conceive letting yourself be so vulnerable in front of people who weren’t your partner. 

However, if all the participants in the group sex were your partner, the men who you loved equally but individually and trusted, who each cherished and respected you…well then, yeah, you’d be game. 

Your fiancé nearly choked on his own breath after you spoke. “Fuck,” he repeated. Marc was aware that he wasn’t exactly contributing anything new to the discourse, but you were short-circuiting his brain. 

Jake took the opportunity to push to the front and encourage you on, “Ooooh, you’d like that wouldn't you, nena? Watching us while we watch each other pound that greedy pussy?” 

“Uh huh,” you yelped as he moved his thumb to your clit. “I know you all watch sometimes when one of you is with me,” you explained, “wanna experience it for myself.” 

The scene ignited a fire within you to think about it. All of them had such deep, expressive gazes and for three pairs of those dark eyes to be trained on you while they each punched little gasps and cries out of you with their dicks drove you completely wild. 

“Well that seems only fair,” Jake agreed, infuriatingly casual as you continued fondling each other.  “Pero, te diré un secreto, when we watch the other fuck, we’re usually jacking it ourselves.” The filthiness of the image caused you to cry out. “So would you let us stroke our cocks while we play with your cunt? Maybe one of us would need to spurt all over your tetas because we got too impatient and paint all this smooth skin with our cum instead.” 

“Oh fuck, Jake, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered as your ecstasy rose. 

The mention of your release made Marc reclaim the body once more. “Then come for us, baby. Want you to come thinking about all the ways we’d fuck you silly.” 

To get you over the edge, Marc cupped your breast and flicked a nipple. You did exactly as he said, reaching your peak with a wail as the all-consuming bliss of your orgasm wracked your body. You tried to keep pace, rubbing Marc through it as much as you could while your body spasmed from the intensity of your climax. 

“Yuh…your turn, honey,” you whispered, your body still floating down from the aftershocks. Your fiancé did as you said, soaking your hand in his spend with a guttural shout. 

The two of you were breathless after your respective orgasms subsided. You reached for a tissue from the nightstand on autopilot to clean your hand. After all the dirty talk and shared filth, you had no idea what to say to Marc now that the haze of lust had cleared from your head. 

He beat you to the punch. “We definitely need a shower now.” 

“You still want to marry me, right?” you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling from your lips. 

Obviously, there was still some internalized misogyny or slut-shaming, or both actually, that had clawed its way from the deep recesses of your psyche to your mouth. You couldn’t help but think now that Marc knew how dirty you could be that you weren’t “wife material” anymore. 

“Wait, what?” he looked at you completely confused. 

“Sorry,” one of your hands attempted to hide your embarrassed flush. “It’s just that was a bit full-on and–”

“Well yeah, but honey, I loved every second of it,” Marc guided your palm from your face. ���If anything, what we just did makes me want to marry you more.” 

“Sorry,” you echoed. You were being stupid and needy and–

“Baby, you don’t need to apologize,” he told you with earnest, open eyes. “Did any of that make you uncomfortable?” 

“No, no!” you quickly dismissed his concern. “I’m being silly and old-fashioned.”

“I can’t believe someone so loving, accepting and sexy chose me to marry her,” he murmured. “I mean, that was hot as all shit, but I also really appreciate you trusting me to open up like that. It means a lot to me actually, since I’ve trusted you with so much about my past and stuff.”

“That makes me really happy,” you beamed at him. 

Marc pushed himself up to sitting on the edge of the bed, and you followed. He was right, you both really needed to rinse off.

“Honestly, after that, I wonder if Khonshu would grant me a favor so we could make it a reality.” 

Your fiancé’s words made you so hot you nearly started sweating, but you also recalled all of the Egyptian deity’s cruelty. 

“You’re free of him, let’s keep it that way,” you suggested to Marc as the two of you entered the bathroom. Marc reached to turn on the shower, “Besides, between all of us, I’m sure we have plenty of other fantasies to bring to life. “

Marc flashed you a raunchy grin of approval, then drew you under the spray with him. 

A/N: Takes myself to maximum-security horny jail* hope y’all enjoyed! More prompt fills to come! 

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Translations:

nena - babe 

Pero, te diré un secreto - But, I’ll tell you a secret 

tetas - tits 

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Locorro hunger games Au?

The way I have been letting this ask SIT, fucking m a r i n a t e, bc I am So fucking bad at Hunger Games aus. It's??? So sad??? And like I struggle to conceive any Hunger Games au in any fandom where they aren't just carbon copies of Peeta and Katniss. BUT, I think I figured it out bear with me:

-Okay so Spider is our Peeta core kid, obviously. He lives with his foster family in the nicer (whiter) part of town (sorry we also have to stick with The Hunger Games' hidden racial allegories because bOY OH BOY do they fit here). The Sully's live in the nice part too, bc our main man Jake Sully won the Hunger Games when he was younger. Jake was really injured in his games, and he can't walk and gets around in a wheelchair.

-(I cannot decide if Neytiri should also have been in the games and thats where her and Jake met, they finagled their two way victory but the cost was Jake's legs. It's so juicy cause I imagine they never knew each other before the games, but it happens almost like canon; Neytiri saves him for reasons almost unknown to her, and in response Jake is like 'oh, I Will die for this lady, cool," and they become unwilling allies until Neytiri just refuses to let him die at the end. Then he just up and goes home with her, there's nothing for him back in his district, and Mo'at just like essentially adopts him. I kinda love it but I refuse to devolve into a Jeytiri idea again in the middle of worldbuilding a headcanon unrelated to them).

-The family are honestly never at their nice big mansion, they spend ALL their time in the woods with Mo'at, learning everything they can about their indigenous culture and using their skills. Jeytiri have been training the kids since like the day they were born, just in case. That being said, the only reason they haven't fully run off to live in the woods by themselves yet is because of Jake's legs. He can't function in the forest well on wheels, and the process of making him one that moves well in the forest has been years in the making because of how secretive it is. Only the three of them and bestie Norm Spellman (their stylist, I'm sure) know.

-Spider met Kiri and Lo'ak at school, and they saw him getting picked on by one of his foster brothers, so they just like adopt him. He's been chilling in the woods with them training for almost as long.

-OH Grace was def Jake's mentor in the games. Trudy was his friend that went in with him. Neytiri def went in with Tsu'tey, who totally died dramatically for her and was thrilled to rejoin Sylwanin who died in the games like five or so years before. I'd imagine Eytukan was killed during an uprising he started while Neytiri was in the games. Jake probably volunteered for Tommy. See, we've devolved into Jeytiri again!

-Focusing up; Spider and Lo'ak have been in love forever but neither has said anything to the other, they are keeping that shit tIGHT to the vest. Or, as tight as one of those clear backpacks can be. Everyone has known this since they were like, twelve, except them. Neytiri is always a tad skeptical of Spider, he's not one of them and he hasn't proven himself like Jake. She is never hostile, just slightly cold.

-I think that Spider was chosen at the reaping, but I can totally see him volunteering for Lo'ak as well. I think whatever you like best, but the second option is brUTAL. Jeytiri and Mo'at have been planning for so long what to do if one of the kids got reaped and they had to put their escape plan into action and cut themselves off from society, but no one had really given a thought to what would happen if SPIDER was reaped. They aren't his family, and they have no chance to get to him now. They briefly consider leaving, but the kids are all beside themselves. Lo'ak is like catatonic, especially if Spider volunteered for him! Jake and Neytiri decide they might have a shot if they're his mentors, something neither of them ever do.

-But before they can try to go visit and get to Spider before he's carted off, Quaritch shows up, all big and bad Peacekeeper from the capital, and takes Spider like "I'm the only mentor you need kid, fuck those tree hugging losers, that one doesn't eve have working legs!"

-Rip Lo'ak chasing after the train like it's a romcom.

-I just think it's sO FITTING to imagine the Sully's forced to watch all of Spider's torture and suffering TELEVISED ON THEIR SCREENS after they fucked up not including him in the plan, but at the same time the canon divergence of it is how hard they are working to get in contact, be his proper mentors, and rescue him. The concept fits so well into the bare bones of Avatar 2 but with added ~spice~

-Not enough locorro, I know, but you know Spider's coming back all sorts of brain damaged and Lo'ak like, literally becomes permanently glued to him.

#I've been avoiding this for so long and then this jumped out of me #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #jeytiri #trudy chacon #norm spellman #mo'at #miles quaritch #locorro #grace augustine #tsu'tey #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #the hunger games #we are mindmelding get in #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron) #eytukan #sylwanin

[killakirby]

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ hummingbird ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

notifications ☽︎: fem!navi!reader, selectivelymute!reader, deaf!reader, sully family x reader (platonic), side!neteyam x reader, self harm, panic attacks, sensory overload, child neglect and abuse, canon typical violence, no proofreading whatsoever lmao, 7.5k words

requested ☽︎: uhh sort of?? i reached out to the lovely @inutheangel who happily dealt with my rambling and decided to give writing a mute and deaf reader a shot! so i am really thankful they wanted to see this!

developer's notes ☽︎: okayyyyyyy! i am back! i was originally planning to get this out like last friday but i got reallyyy sick. like 103 degree fever for two days sick, multiple antibiotics, bed rest, no energy type beat. and i worked on it when i could but school started for me and it was taking everything in me to recover lmao. n e ways…. this is my child now. thank you @inutheangel, for gracing me with the opportunity to write this, and for answering all of my questions, and i hope you are pleased!! 

so this is a fem!reader, who’s also selectively mute and deaf. i did a bit of research to have a deeper understanding of these conditions, but i didn’t get too technical with it because i didn’t want to bore anyone, and this piece is already long enough without drawn out details. so it’s sort of? family-centric and follows the plot of the second movie loosely, because i couldn’t decide how to include it fully and that would’ve been an even longer work. it’s an 18 page long google doc, please spare me. i apologize to the besties reading on mobile. this whole work consists of headcanons, but i’m lowkey thinking about writing scenarios, and drabbles about fem!mute!deaf!na’vi!reader, which is a mouthful so i’m just going to call her hummingbird!reader, because jake calls her that in these hcs lol. if you want to see more of hummingbird!reader, and have any ideas of your own, or any fun thoughts about her and interactions with the sully’s let me know and i genuinely will respond and enthuse about this!

if i missed any tw's let me know, if you want more of hummingbird!reader let me know, and of course, enjoy!

much love, kirby <3 !!!

your father who died due to wounds being sustained when fighting the sky people

neytiri gave birth to neteyam 4 months before your father passed, and is the one to inform reader’s mother as they are close friends. 

your mother is barely 6 months pregnant with you, and the news about her mate sends her into distress and early labor

jake who was close with your parents (being two of the few omatikaya who eagerly helped him learn their ways) frantically got in touch with norm and max when the elders who were assisting your mother said that both you and your mother would probably die during childbirth.

norm and max perform a successful c-section not only saving you and your mother; you are born drastically underweight, barely half the size of your mother’s forearm, and you fail to breastfeed properly and you are transported to the lab to receive proper nourishment

your mother comes with, needing time to heal from c-section and the instinct to be close to you, but her behavior will change unbeknownst to everyone

when you become healthy enough to leave with your mother and return to the omatikaya clan, she’s aided by the women in the tribe helping her raise and nourish you in the absence of her mate, but it is mainly neytiri who sticks by her side bringing neteyam and, jake who stops on his own to watch over you as he promised your father he would

but when she’s alone with you… her instinctive mothering nature begins to dwindle, your face mirrors your fathers, and your mother hurts whenever she looks at you

she ignores your cries for her attention only seeming to return to the present when other na’vi come to check in on why your screams haven’t ceased

and as you grow stronger and older, her feelings of anguish and despair transform into anger.

she refers to you as a demon child, never stopping to remind you that you nearly killed her in the process of your birth, that she wishes you were never born, and that she’d trade your life for your father’s without hesitation

you do not understand her words yet, you understand her body language and the hostility radiating off of her

you're nearing two years of age, and it gets worse. you have yet not begun to speak. no first words, not a single babble besides cries. and she begins to compare you to other children your age who are developing normally

she yells at you for being a stupid, worthless child, embarrassing her with your silence. her volume raises even more when she finds you not even turning to look at her while she screams at you talks to you, failing to notice that you literally cannot hear her

she’s practically breaking the sound barrier raging for you to look at her while she’s talking to you. she marches over—roughly pulling your arm to get you to look at her— and your pained yelp is the only sound that escapes you as she continues to berate you

tiny ears pinned back in distress, tail tucked between your legs to match eyes wide with fear and confusion— not understanding why your mother only treats you like this you’ve seen how sweet neytiri is to her children

you’ve become numb to your mother’s behavior. you adapted to survive her anger. learning to avoid her at all costs; staying as far away from her as possible when she begins one of her tyrants. but this is her first time becoming physical with you

her bruising grip at your arm drops and switches to ripping your hair out yanking at your braids pulling your head backwards uncomfortably, scalp burning, and you begin to scream and cry

she’s completely delusional, cackling, “now you start making noise”

jake who was not far from your dwelling, is preparing a few carcasses to be cooked, when his ears picked up on your cries

he brushes off the first wave of your tears assuming it's just regular childlike tantrums which you rarely have without good reason anymore 

jake who fails to brush off tears the second time, your mother’s vengeful screams paired with your terrified cries—his paternal affliction for you overrides him and he rushes to get to you

you blank out of most of the altercation, only remembering seeing the olo’eyktan’s angry expression when he enters the tent, and eventually ending up returning to awareness in neytiri’s arms head hugged to her chest, feeling her sobs

you pull away confused at the change in scenery, looking around a little panicked unknowing of how you ended up in the sully’s tent; neteyam, kiri and jake nowhere to be seen

neytiri who tries to calm you down, but you do not even react, only turning to reach up at her face— a painfully adorable confused expression on your face as you pat her face trying to wipe her tears her heart breaks for you

your mother is probably banished to another clan i don’t know the logistics of that but she is definitely not welcome to stay neytiri would rip her fucking tracks out on god

and from that point forward you are basically adopted by the sully’s

neytiri accepts you as her own daughter, feeling responsible for not being aware of your mother’s neglectful and abusive treatment of you. she’d do anything for you (when you reach an older age she offhandedly mentions that she almost slaughtered your mother lol)

jake fully accepts you as well; he’s angry at himself for not protecting you as he should have. he’s extremely gentle with you, still treating you carefully as you’re still on the smaller side of average you’re barely bigger than kiri even though your almost a year older than her

neteyam and kiri are thrilled that you’re here to play with them forever. both of them accept you with minimal confusion; kiri is extremely grateful that she has someone to help her in bothering her older brother

when lo’ak is born, neteyam and kiri were interested in their baby brother at first but soon become bored when they realize he can’t play with them yet and even more uninterested when all lo’ak seems to do is eat, sleep, and cry. emphasis on the crying part

you on the other hand, are thrilled at having a baby brother, eager to hold him and stay by his side with neytiri and jake.

when neytiri and jake awake to lo’ak’s shrill screams in the middle of the night, neteyam and kiri are awoken as well disgruntled at the interruption of their sleep. but you stay asleep, as if you never heard his cries.

neytiri and jake, who take this as a blessing at first, because they don’t have to soothe all of their children back to sleep. but as all of you continue growing, neytiri and jake begin to become concerned

you still haven't made any effort with words, and they start to notice your lack of reaction at speech, and the sounds of pandora all around you

jake’s sweet call of your nickname “hummingbird” because all you seem to do is hum so quietly it’s almost inaudible, he repeats himself multiple times to try and get your attention, but ends up having to insert himself into your field of view for you to pay attention

neytiri’s warning for you not to stray too far from them at the river in the jungle, toddling off on your own intrigued by the feeling of the water rushing across your feet, ending up alone by yourself further downstream, hysterically crying (so quietly that its hard for them to find you), the only thing you're able to feel is the vibration of the water that soothes you as it gets darker. and the vibration of her panicked footsteps through the ground rush in your direction before your scooped up by her

kiri asking you to add some beads to her hair, distracted by the field of flowers in front of you, only becoming aware of her request when she pats you on the shoulder and you jump unaware of her being that close

neteyam asking if you want to play hide and seek with him and a couple other kids, he knows you get scared if you’re randomly touched,so he stomps on the ground behind you and you turn around curious at the vibrations, and he asks you again and you squint to read his lips

couldn’t think of anything for lo’ak since he’s just a littol baybee

neytiri and jake who finally bring their questions to norm and max after they see neteyam’s manner of interaction with you

and they finally receive an answer for your behavior. you're selectively mute, and completely deaf !!! wow shocker crazy breathtaking shook unbelievable

this isn’t that much of a surprise to jake, but to neytiri this is unheard of in na’vi society, or at least so rare it’s not talked about

norm and max who theorize that your deafness was due to complications of your premature birth, and that your selective mutism stems from the traumatic relationship with your biological mother

jake and neytiri who are at first distraught with this revelation–and the fact that you won’t be able to experience life like other children– but are quick to ask for ways to communicate better with you 

and at around 5 years old you begin speech therapy and your own special version of listening therapy with norm and max!

they do a couple tests with you to see where you are developmentally, and find that you’re actually smarter than most kids your age lmao, when you find out about this you definitely rub it in neteyam’s face.

neteyam who allows your non-verbal smugness parade, finding himself happy at your confidence

they learn that the squinting when you talk isn’t because you can’t see, it’s because you're trying to read their lips as they talk. you struggle with it now. not only because you’re a kid, but also because you’ve never heard the language

and as you spend more time in the lab with norm and max, you get more comfortable with them and learning speech.

the lab is the only place you feel comfortable with your attempts at talking because there’s no pressure from the two, unlike the other na’vi. being around everybody who can hear you struggling to speak correctly, and being teased and mocked by kids your age

norm and max suggest that your family learns sign language to try and help communicate with you

when they taught you how to write to more accurately represent yourself the first thing you wrote was “head hurt,” and tried to gesture that it was because of all the eye strain from squinting to read lips

the sully’s who are now dedicated to learning sign language for you <3

jake, norm, and max all work on developing your special language quickly developing it with the help of fancy sky people technology

and you take to it like a ikran does to flying (i’m working on relevant phrases as you can tell i am struggling lmao)

yet you only use it outside of the lab whenever you muster up enough confidence too, it’s still a form of communication and sometimes you just get so anxious that you shut down even more

the first time you sign with your family is in the comfort around the fire, when lo’ak sets his food on fire. you all freak out for a moment, jake scrambling to put it out, and it’s silent for a minute.

lo’ak who is on the verge of tears, and you hum above your normal volume of damn near silent and everyone’s attention flickers to you, but you do not notice.

you sign a simple, “skxawng. eat mine.” offering him your food

everyone laughs a bit shocked and hysterical at tonight's two big events, lo’ak being a lost cause, and you calling him an idiot

when tuk is born, you are happy to have another girl around to outnumber lo’ak and neteyam.

as a baby tuk loves your consistent quiet humming to your own tune, and you love the vibrations of her giggles and even her cries. you quickly decipher the different feelings of her cries understanding what she wants better that her own parents

now you and neteyam are both around 7, kiri and lo’ak roughly 6, and tuk a newborn

you’ve adapted so quickly in pandora

you’ve become way better with understanding the vibrations you feel beneath your feet; whether it’s an ikran pushing off from the ground, a pa’li nearing closer, a stream flowing nearby, or now spider’s failed attempts to sneak up on you (idk what to do with spider can you tell)

with how much you spend time in the lab with norm and max, you eventually start speaking in small quantities around them

your voice incredibly quiet, as you cannot hear yourself, but you watch their surprise and preen at the praise they give you as you succeed and excel

neytiri and jake who are pissed at the fact that norm and max are the only ones who have heard your voice lmao

the labrats take you out into the jungle to study your reaction to the stimuli in the jungle and notice that the mid-tone humming you do in your throat, actually changes to a higher pitch and sometimes you click

your ears flick towards the ruffling of leaves, the fluttering of insect wings, the rushing of water, the growling of animals, as if you can actually hear

they also notice how you hate when your feet are not touching the ground, your feet are always firmly planted, to feel

you’ve grown so much around norm and max with your speech that you can even read some of their english paperwork to them outloud even if you have no understanding of the bigger words but you still verbally close off when you return to your clan

but hey that’s selective mutism, when they ask why you are unable to speak you find that it’s not because you don’t want to…it feels like you physically can’t

when you and lo’ak are running around out of your parents’ range of hearing you love to speak to him (no matter how quiet your voice is) and everytime lo’ak bursts with joy at the fact that you feel comfortable enough to talk to him #youngerbrotherprivileges

he runs off to tell your parents and siblings that you spoke to him, but you pretend like nothing ever happened and that lo’ak is just imagining things

nobody believes him lmaooo, (i’m grinning)

omg! jake who brings you along to war strategy meeting when the sky people return, with you resting against his chest soaking up the feeling of his strong heartbeat, the softest purr continuously rumbling your tiny body

jake who holds you on his hip and explains the strategies of war to you and the various maps, lowkey using you as a medium to help remember plans better not realizing you’re eager to learn more about how to protect your people

omg major plot point alert!! when you come for a yearly checkup with norm and max, they mention cochlear implants for you

neytiri and jake are thrilled that you may have a possibility to actually hear

but you are scared at the idea of hearing everything

the discussion continues norm and max letting you know it would be a few years until you implants are made as there isn’t a audiologist around to assist them in their creation (idk how this would take realistically, but i’m going with this)

eventually you agree, starting to realize that you’d be able to hear your mom and dad’s voice, your sibling’s laughter, and neteyam’s laugh <3

at this point you have lurked around mo’at soaking up all of her tsahik practices, while neteyam is being taught how to use his bow and knife by jake and neytiri

at first your fine with just learning to be a healer, but eventually you start to see how jake and neytiri treat you and neteyam differently

they still treat you as if you’re the defenseless little girl they adopted years ago and neteyam as if he’s a full blown warrior

one more morning of watching neytiri and jake gather their various weapons, and neteyam begin to grab his own, while you’re being sent to mo’at to learn more about eywa (whom you love, but it’s begin to become repetitive, as you’ve heard her lessons many times before) you’ve finally had enough!

you walk up to jake and neytiri, shoulders raised upwards with unbridled anger and begin vigorously signing and them, a little to fast for them to catch up

neteyam who translates the bits and pieces he catches from the side “i….fight too….same…learn…defense…arrows…knives…”

jake who squats to your level and asks you to repeat yourself

slowly you sign as if speaking to tuk a child, “why can’t i learn to fight too? neteyam and i are the same age, we should be equal! i want to hunt fish too, learn to be a warrior, how to defend the people, shoot arrows, and cut with knives!!”

jake who is vehemently against you learning to use weapons and fight, and neytiri agrees

you spend the whole morning arguing as best as you can, before jake dismisses you and trashes your wishes to become a warrior

you break down into sobs, and jake reaches out to pull you his chest, neytiri to pet your hair but you shove their hands away from you, and your very first words to them are an anger-filled “i hate you!” stunning neytiri and jake long enough for you to rush by them and into the forest, narrowly avoiding the other na’vi’s grasps to bring you back to your parents

you travel in a direction you’ve never been in; leading yourself to a part of the forest your unfamiliar with, and discover you’ve gotten yourself lost (skull emoji)

you sit down expecting jake or neytiri to find you but when you feel the vibrations of footsteps reaching you, you realize it’s neteyam

you turn to hiss at him (one of your louder sounds) but he ignores it, going to sit right next to you and throwing an arm around your shoulder

you begin to cry again, using neteyam’s shoulder to literally cry on

he lets you tire yourself out before he pats your cheek causing you to look up at him and he says, “mom and dad are dumb.” (wide eyes emoji) “i will teach you what i learn from them when we are supposed to be playing, okay?”

and you accept his offer (girl boss and boy boss locked in bound 4 lyfe by their treasonous?? actions)

when neteyam leads you home, you allow yourself to be scolded and hugged by your parents and siblings, but their stance on you becoming a warrior hasn’t changed, so you fully rely on neteyam’s plan.

jake who does the bare minimum™ and gives you a little dagger for protection and teaches you how to use it, but refuses to do any more than that

a few more years have passed, sending you and neteyam into awkward growth stages, long limbs becoming lanky, the height difference between you becoming more obvious even though you are only four months younger than him. lo’ak starts learning to fight like his brother, you and kiri fully become apprentices training with mo’at and the other healers, and tuk shadowing her sisters everywhere

for 5 years you and neteyam have kept your promise learning how to fight through everything he teaches you, and the both of you stalking watching omatikaya warriors to perfect your form

anytime you try to tell neteyam that his grasp on his knife is incorrect, or his bow string isn’t taught enough, he automatically claims that you’re wrong and he’s right because “he’s older”

and everytime you say “only by four months!” receiving a smug “i'm still older” in response lol

you’ve definitely developed a little puppy crush on him, making a disgusted face when the other na’vi girls your learning to heal with refers to neteyam as your brother

you are quick to correct them tho, with an audible “no. he is my best friend, not my brother.” stunning them into silence at your firm yet light–quiet voice

kiri and tuk hear all of this of course, and start to prod at you about your crush on neteyam and suddenly you’ve lost the ability to understand sign language and how to read lips (reader is a comedian lmao)

while you and neteyam are locked in, 4 lifers, bound by your mutual-disobedience to your parents; you and lo’ak become a different breed of na’vi

apart from him, you are a poster-child for the poster-child. you weave many clothes, bracelets, baskets for everyone. address younger children's wounds when they played too rough, and genuinely strived to brighten everyones day with your mere presence, not needing to speak to do so

but with lo’ak… y'all are menaces to society, playing pranks on everyone but they’re generally pranks of minor inconveniences. y’all also stay out too late in the jungle, precariously explore areas you shouldn’t, etc. casual lo’ak type beat

jake still brings you to the strat meetings, letting this be the closest you ever get to war, and eventually asks for your point of view on things and starts taking your input into account, and sometimes even says to the other warriors, “my daughter notices that…my daughter thinks it may be better if..” and you preen, happy to accept this level of acknowledgement even if you are still not allowed to fight :(

ding dong! your ears have arrived!!!

as your listening and speech therapy has continued you’ve started to refer to your implants as your “ears” (i just thought it would be cute to call them that lol)

neytiri and jake drop you off at the lab for surgery, and it all happens pretty quick. (small incisions behind the ears while under anesthesia, instructions to keep them clean, and you have another four weeks to wait until you can use them to hear)

a month passes, and this time the whole family ventures to the lab to be there for your first experience of full volume

norm signs to you that he’s turning the ears on and when you begin to hear noises, you gasp, scaring yourself at your own volume, hands covering your mouth, ears perked upwards reaching and grasping for every sound around you

and the very first thing you hear is neteyam laughing at you, you turn to look at him, shocked that you can actually hear it, and then everyone begins talking with you, well at you

the rowdy sully’s are instructed to calm down before they overwhelm you with their voices, and the first words you grace them all with after you told neytiri and jake that you hated them are:

“i love you.” and then you begin crying bc your a soft soul who can’t take all these life changing moments you’ve had with the sully’s

talking is still very hard for you, so when you return home you shyly sign, “even though there are so many beautiful sounds, my favorites have to be the sound of your voices”

you are a rizzologistTM, there go the whole family blushing and kicking their feet

now there are two downsides to your “ears”

1. the fact that they rely on battery and last only around 8 hours (i feel like they’d still be in their prototype-era idk)

and b. that you become incredibly overwhelmed at all the sounds you’re hearing. the switch up was intentional ty (but i think overstimulation is normal for a person who has never experienced hearing before??)

almost everyday, after 4 hours you yank the ears off your head exhausted at hearing and return to the family tent happy with your silence as you recover

one particular day, you go through your daily duties, assisting mo’at in organizing in prepping and preparing medicines, delivering goods to various families, drawing new supply lines for the warriors, refereeing a children’s game, braiding hair, refining your arrow accuracy–and the noises are starting to make you physically hurt

the breaking point is when your whole family is sitting and waiting for dinner to finish cooking, and the sound of neytiri’s knife hitting the board sounds like a gunshot right by your ear

you abruptly burst into tears, the sound of your own distress further upsetting you. your hand cover your ears, before you finally rip your hearing aids off throwing them away from you, uncaring about damaging the precious technology

jake who immediately tries to soothe you asking you questions you can’t hear, and then you begin to claw at behind your ears as if your trying to dig out the internal mechanisms, starting to draw blood

kiri’s who’s sitting next to you tries to pull you hands away, but you shove her off of you, and you now curl up, knees to your chest rocking back and forth frantically

neytiri is the one to manage to get you to stop scratching at yourself, hugging you tightly and not letting you go no matter how hard you try to push yourself away from her gasp

your still inconsolable even though you’ve stopped hurting yourself, rocking back and forth as much as you can in neytiri’s grasp, and neteyam offers a solution

neteyam requests to bring you to a spot that he “found” implying that it might help you calm down. jake and neytiri are against the idea, not wanting to move you in this state, but he pleads, “if this doesn’t work then we can come back and try something different, but i know it will!”

mo’at is called over to watch over the rest of the kiddies as you, neteyam, neytiri, and jake make the trip to this “secret spot” 

you being princess carried (i think it’s the bridal carry but nah u a princess today) by jake *sob sob* it the calmest you’ve gotten so far but you’re still unresponsive and very far away from the present

they approach a clearing in the jungle after an 30ish minute walk, and neteyam gestures for you to be set on the ground, while gesturing for neytiri and jake to stop hovering around you while he sits in front of your still rocking body

the grass is a luscious green even in the dark, the area illuminated by the glowing fauna on the outskirts, and neteyam gently brings your hand up to his chest placing it directly over his heart, and presses his forehead to yours, his eyes closed, as he slows and strengthens his breathing

you slowly stop rocking, your eyes clearing as your breathing matches neteyam’s, the bioluminescent freckles on both of your body's flickering in the same pattern, and grass starts to pulse in time with your synced breaths

your eyes flutter closed as well, and a few atokirina start to float around the both you landing on both of you two–and when one lands on neteyam’s head he opens his eyes and carefully pulls his head away, a sigh escaping him as he relaxes fully

and then he turns to see jake and neytiri’s faces (i’m screaming, as i'm writing this) of shock like, he’s never seen his parents this off balance, and figures he owes them an explanation

“we discovered this place when we were kids, and she really liked it because she said that she felt eywa’s presence was strong here, and that it was like she could almost hear my voice when i spoke to her. and when she got her ears, we’d visit here more often whenever we both could sneak out between our tasks so she could relax from the constant noises.”

his last sentence brings neytiri’s and jake’s attention that they’re are very few sounds escaping into the clearing from the dense brush surrounding them, it was a void masking the noises of the jungle

neteyam continues, “it was a little trial and error process to figure out how to calm her down when she got overwhelmed like she did tonight–” he pauses as you slump forward into his chest exhaustion besting you as you fall asleep, “but i managed to figure it out after she crashed during one of our sparring matches.”

and then he does a verbal “oh shit” 

jake repeats him, “one of your ‘sparring matches’????” neytiri stunned into silence at his side

and now neteyam realizes he might not make it back alive to the rest of your family as he explains for the past almost 6 years that he's been teaching you how to fight, and jake and neytiri start to lose their mind at neteyam’s prolonged betrayal of their wishes

hey but he’s saved by your sleeping, and jake stonily tables the discussion for the morning

 the morning is not very fun for you or neteyam, being lectured for many hours about your secret lessons and everything and jake tries to use your recent overstimulation-episode as reason as to why you shouldn’t be fighting and you lose it at him

you speak, desperately, “you have not even seen my skills yet! it does not matter if it is a bow, or a knife, or a spear, i am very skilled. neteyam says that i have even better aim than him! instead of using my weaknesses as a reason for me to not learn, you should try to teach me to become better! not ban me from protecting myself, my family, or my people!” your voice breaks, “will you not even allow me the ability to defend my home?”

and with those words, neytiri–sees herself mirrored in you–breaks and suggests to jake that he he does teach you how to fight, soothing his worries with the stance of you at least being prepared to defend yourself and your family, while not necessarily having to be fighting on the front lines

spoiler alert jake caves, you and neteyam rejoice before your both consequently punished with morning training and evening training sessions

you have a lot of catching up to do, even lo’ak knows more than you as he teases you in the morning sessions he now tags along in

your relationship with neytiri grows stronger as she teaches you the way of the bow.

it’s like you’re her clone, as you grow up you begin to resemble her more than your biological mother. you become more confident, your presence assertive, not being afraid to speak your mind more often.

your relationship with jake takes more time to mend in the start. you feel his hesitation when you deal with any slightly dangerous matters. but it improves as you make a clean kill on your 13th birthday so precise many of the people debate if you or neteyam had a cleaner kill on your rites of passage. when you beat neteyam’s time for your own iknimaya by a few seconds (a whole seven seconds you taunt to neteyam) jake is berating himself for suppressing your talents

lowkey, i think you would hate flying in the begin because your feet aren’t touching the ground, but that is a story for another time because this is getting way too long

and he begins to allow you to join supply raids with neteyam when you turn 15 (as long as your ears are full charged up)

(let’s pretend like they never went to the metkayina clan for this i am too tired to make this chronologically/canonically accurate; i promise i have a plot somewhere in this long ass headcanon)

you and neteyam are excelling at being the eyes for your father and the warriors, always alerting everybody of sky people and leaving with no casualties or low numbers during the unfortunate but rare circumstances

 the warriors ask for your thoughts when planning raids, and even happily utilize your suggestions

when lo’ak joins you two on raids, too eager, it always end up with he and neteyam getting hurt, but when that missile hit you almost lost yourself thinking your little brother and first love died

but unlike jake, you don’t berate lo’ak you only tightly hug him, quietly conversing with him expressing your worry that you lost him, which does begin to have him start considering his reckless behavior

after caring for lo’ak and addressing his few scratches and knicks that were bypassed by your mother and father, you direct lo’ak to the tent with neteyam, your sisters, and your grandmother

the healer in you automatically awakens, taking care of the scrapes kiri and mo’at have not gotten to

you hold his face and clean the knicks from rubble, applying a paste to prevent scarring, and feel his gaze warming your cheeks, you steadfastly ignoring him

mo’at and lo’ak making eye contact and almost bursting out laughing and snorting at the two of you (i hc that mo’at and lo’ak are besties)

omg after that night when neteyam took you to the clearing with your parents, neytiri and jake automatically consulted mo’at about the atokirina and the pulsing of the grass and all she had to say was “eywa has chosen” with a smug ass look on her face (the smug look must be genetic)

lo’ak of course eavesdropping and then gossiping with mo’at constantly about how dense you two were lmaooo i love him so much

the sky people still capture spider. you are unaware of the situation as you’re hearing aids were undergoing updates with max and norm, and you were in the lab with them

when you return to the depressing aura surrounding the omatikaya, kiri’s haunted expression, you get the full story from poor tuk, pulling her into your lap as you wait for your parents to finish their discussion

obviously, when you hear about jake’s plan to leave you tell him that’s utterly stupid, obv he doesn’t want to hear it, but you plead for him to listen as the olo’eyktan, and not as a father

something along the lines of you'd be bringing the fight to clans who have nothing to do with it, you have better knowledge of the mountains than of the sky people yadayadayada, 

and he agrees! wow ur so strong and persuasive with logical reasoning, but he still does make a trip to the island to try and recruit some of the homies

you, neteyam, lo’ak, neytiri, and the other warriors start drafting so many war plans together while jake is toruk-makto-ing his ass of in foreign lands, intertwining the reef tactics with your own forest tactics

the metkayina agree to aid you in the rivers meeting the sea underneath the mountains, and secure the coastline of any fleeing sky people and stuff

fast forward, jake draws the sky people into the mountainous area, battle being fought successfully on the na’vi part but the same capture situation of lo’ak, tuk, and kiri occurs

you take tuk and kiri, while lo’ak and neteyam stupidly try to find spider on their own.

you fly kiri and tuk to safety on a nearby cliffside with a trusted ally, and circle back calling the boys’ ikran for a quick getaway

as you order lo’ak to jump for his ikran with spider, gunshots narrowly whizz by and neteyam follows after

his ikran gets hit, and so does he, plummeting out of the air

you dive after him, your ikran just barely getting you close enough to grab and pull him onto your saddle before they crashed

you feel his blood spill onto you, and you abandon the battle to take him back to mo’at and the healers knowing they have all the material prepared for caring for injuries

you dismount, screaming for help, as you lay him on the flat ground, hands applying pressure to the wound above his heart, neteyam whimpering out an “i-i’m okay, you can hear me right- i won’t leave you before…” and he struggles to continue

you cry, as the healers all join you doing the most to staunch the bleeding, on his back as the bullet went straight through, and at the pain he passes out, and you begin to panic at the thought of losing him forever

norm and max are there tho, and with their swanky human technology and  endless prayers to eywa–the healers, a dreamwalker, and a human are able to stop the bleeding and stabilize neteyam!!!! (aye i really am not ready to kill neteyam in one of my works my soul is too fragile for that)

ding dong the wicked quatrich is dead!!! or maybe not i’ll let you decide whether or not spider saves him in this scenario it’s not key to the plot at this point

the sky people turn running with their figurative tails between their legs

the metkayina annihilate any stragglers trying to escape off the coast

your family returns learning how close neteyam is/was to death, and rush to see him

you’re sitting by his side, hand over his heart making sure it doesn’t miss a beat, eyes trained on his face, your other hand with a damp rag cleaning all other debrief off of him

mo’at stands behind you, hands on your shoulders, staring at her grandson with worry seeping through her usual expressionless face

your hearing aids have died, so you can’t hear you’re family entering

tuk startles you as she climbs into your lap, and hugs your arm while her own tiny hand joins yours on neteyam’s chest

you look up at your mom and dad while lo’ak, spider, and kiri, rush to neteyam’s side, the tears beginning to flow from your eyes again, a raspy “i was almost too late to save him” spills from your lips

jake embraces you and mo’at, while neytiri kneels next to you, a hand on your knee while dampening your cloth to continue cleaning her son

as everyone begins to get treated for their injuries, various warriors spilling in, you refuse to have you own wounds looked at if it requires you to leave neteyam’s side

you stay in the tent by neteyam’s beside, numb to all the chaos happening around you, and it definitely helps that you can’t be disturbed at the sounds around you

it’s three days before neteyam awakens

you’ve slept in the tent, picked at your food, only eating enough to please your mother, kiri treated your wounds as you refused to remove your hand from his chest.

and when he rouses with a groan, and eyes squinting open, you call for mo’at, max and norm frantically, your whole family tumbling in too

and as dry as his throat must be, the first thing he asks is, “did we do it?”

and you all start crying again, jake walking over to sit on the ground by neteyam’s side and pets his head, nodding softly, choking up

and you finally slip away from his side, neteyam not missing your withdrawal, before his siblings fill up your absence, and you allow mo’at to finally get a closer look at your injuries

neteyam stays in the medical tent for a week, before he’s allowed to be transferred back to his family, and you’ve haven’t been to see him since he’s woken up

you’re afraid

you’ve spent seven days constantly working, over-working, so you don’t have to go to sleep; checking everybodies injuries to make sure they’re healing properly, guiding prayers for the na’vi’s that are returning to eywa, cleaning up debris from the mountain and surrounding area and stockpiling any material/tools that may be useful in the future, healing injured ikrans and pa’li, hunting for hours to gather enough food for the injured, and when you join jake to speak with the metkayina leader with the deepest eye bags and gaunt form he’s ever seen he’s had enough

lol as he’s inviting the metkayina to return when they omatikaya have settled back to normal ronal tsks at him, and gestures to you, you struggling to stop yourself from falling asleep standing and says, “you cannot even take care of your daughter. our visit can wait longer.”

jake who pulls you to his side on the walk back waiting for you to open up to him, and you finally break, “i can’t close my eyes without seeing him die.”

he slows you both to a stop, cups your cheeks and tilts your head upwards so you can read his lips, “babygirl hummingbird, maybe what you need is to remind yourself that you saved him. he’s been waiting for you to come see him. i’m confident that neteyam won’t mind if all you do is sleep next to him, he’d be comforted knowing that you are safe too.”

you end up falling asleep in your father’s arms, getting carried the rest of the way back, and waking up the next morning cuddled up with neteyam

he’s playing with your hair, gently massaging you scalp as he talks with neytiri, a smile on his face, as he watches her prepare breakfast, being scolded when he offers to help

you make a soft questionable hum, and his head automatically turns to look at you, his smile turning into a smirk as he teases, “i heard you couldn’t fall asleep without me?” (RIZZ level 99)

you shove him away from you, cheeks turning indigo and you snark out a “shut the fuck up”

lo’ak and kirk dramatically losing their minds over you cursing in english, and tuk really overselling it with a “she said a bad word! she said bad word!” while jake and neytiri laugh and half heartedly scold you for your choice of words

both of you stick to each other as you eat breakfast, elbows and knees knocking together constantly but you two refuse to even allow a millimeter of space come between you

after everyone’s stomach’s are full, energies high, suddenly everyone is finding an excuse to leave you and neteyam alone in the tent, jake grounding you to bed rest for a few more days to recover from sleep deprivation

lo’ak’s like: “i gotta go walk my ikran real quick” did i say i love him already

before neytiri leaves she gives you a rundown of how to clean and monitor neteyam’s wounds (even though you’re capable of figuring it out yourself, being mo’at’s best student after kiri), but you let her to soothe her maternal instinct

finally alone, neteyam signs to you, “i was asking for you the moment i could speak again, but you never came to see me. i was beginning to accept the idea that you…that you didn’t care for me.” your head snaps up to make direct eye contact with him, tears clouding the dismayed look in your eyes (matching his own broken expression), vehemently shaking your head and you speak, your volume nearly reaching a yell, “do not think for a second that i do not care for you. that i do not need you anymore. like you are not my reason to fight for our lives here.”

neteyam who is stunned to silence not only at the borderline confession within your words but also at the traumatized look in your eyes that you are unable to hide, and you switch to signing, “i was the reason you died if you think about it. it was my idea for us to stay here and fight when we should have just listened to your dad and left! maybe you wouldn’t have been near death! maybe all of us would have never been found! maybe we could just be normal children again!”

neteyam places his hand on your cheek, and you raise your own to hold his wrist as you nuzzle deeper into his grasp and you lightly brush your lips against his palm. your eyes flicker to his own again and he brushes the tears off your lashes and comforts you, “but none of that happened. we made our decision, and your idea to stay here has saved us, saved me. while the sky people have not been ousted completely, we have pushed them back, only because of you and your brilliance. i live to see you grow and flourish because you are a strong warrior, strategist, healer, and more. and most of all, i am thankful you have saved me so i can stand by your side, if you allow me to…?”

you smile, fangs you have yet to grow completely into making you look a lil adorable, and sign the english phrase “i love you,” and you follow it up with an audible, “oel ngati kameie.”

neteyam with hearts for eyes, physically swooning for you, parrots your words and signs, voice velvety, “oel ngati kameie.”

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Reunited chapters 4

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As always this is a baby fanfic I’m trying my best and i wish everyone love. Please be nice ok. Sorry this one isn’t as long I’m making this up as i go so yeah I’m also starting a new job soon that has a lot of training so i may not have a new chapter out soon just bare with me everyone

Jakes pov

Since the kids have been rescued everything’s been crazy to say the least. I want nothing more than to take my family and leave. The RDA is after me and I can’t put the people I've led for nearly 15 years in danger. But at the same time this is my home and I don't want to leave. I don't want to force Neytiri and the kids to leave all that they’ve known. I sit here fiddling with wood when norm comes rushing up to me

“Jake. Jake!”

“What’s up?” Norms blue as a ghost shock evident all over his face causing me extra worry.

“You…you got to see something. Bring neytiri”

And with that norm rushes back towards the labs. I quickly grab tiri and we make our way over to the lab. Norm now in his human body rushes over and waves us to follow him

“What’s going on Norm?”

“Ok ok you know how a while back we put a bunch of trail cameras around the area just to study the wildlife.

“Yeah”

“Well we even managed to get one on one of the mountains facing the ikran rookery.”

“What is your point” neytiri states pointedly at norm

“I'm getting to that here, here it is, watch.”

The video plays, it shows a team of avatars all in army garb stumbling into the rookery. They all look around at the various ikran while they take cover at a fallen tree branch the clan uses for cover as well

“Quartich… that's Wainfleet and there’s Mansks, Zdinarski, damn they’re all back.

“Yeah but that's not all, keep watching.”

The tape zooms in to show quartich taming his ikran the idiot punching it in the face but what catches my eye is the recom that rushes over to the ledge

“Who’s that?”

“That’s what i'm asking you look at them”

The tape zooms in further. Showing the concerned face of the unknown recom. She is pretty sure. Longer hair than the others a worried expression as she approaches Spider and starts heading away from the ledge. When quartich shoots back up And the women rushes back to quartich throwing her arms around his neck that i finally recognize her

“No. It can’t be”, I say rushing the screen to look closer.

“Please tell me I'm not crazy,” Norm says to me.

I'm not 100% sure i'm not crazy

“Who is it?” Neytiri asks us both

“It’s Y/N.” “What!”

Neytiri rushes in front of me to look as well. “Oh great mother, praise you.” NeyTiri states looking at her old friend's new face, tracing the features she remembers.

“It can’t be, but how, how are any of them back to be honest.”

“I actually had a theory about that. Back when we all were with the RDA i remember them talking about a project phoenix. They were going to upload their people's memories into Navi bodies. Grace told them they were crazy and that the project would never last or get off the ground. I thought it would have been scrapped after the RDA left and I guess I never really thought of it again. But seeing quartich and the rest of them back it makes sense they would revive her as well.”

“But she was our friend. She was close with all of us hell she has even seen the village……….Oh shit she knows where the old village is. They could have come there already they could have…. “

“Jake relaxe. I've looked over the footage at the old village and no one has been near there. The only place we’ve seen them is near the old base and the rookery. Besides, I remember her doing her videos. The last one she made was when she was about to be at the end of her pregnancy. And then she never really was part of anything else that happened until right up there in the end. So she doesn’t probably know what all the RDA actually did.Thats also to say if the RDA didn’t mess with the videos or anything either. Who knows what side she's on right now. All we can do is pray to eywa she's still the caring smart woman we all remember.”

“From your mouth to her ears. But this just gives us another reason to leave

“What but jake?”

“No, I can't risk them scouting this area for me. Not with y/n or spider being with them that just gives them more chances of finding us”

“Jake you know y/n would never want anything to happen to you and spider is loyal. You guys proactively raised him, so stop acting like he’s already sold you out.”

“Sorry, norm.”

No, I understand you're under a lot of pressure. And after what happened with the kids i can understand the fear,Just promise to weigh out all your options before you make a decision alright

“Alright thank you brother. If you find anything else please let me know”

“I’ve got you jake.”

Neytiri and I leave a holo pad and that old com link in our hand to rewatch the footage and ask the kids if that is who they saw at the clearing. It’s crazy to think they all are back. I was their friend, they were mine, my fellow soldiers, my fellow humans. How did this all get so messed up? Neytiri grabs my hand, squeezing it gently with a sad smile on her face as if she can hear my thoughts. I simply squeezed her hand back as we make our way back towards our home.

Y/n pov

Its been about a month now and unbeknownst to me or anyone else jake and his family are no longer even in the forests they’ve gone to hide away in the ocean clans, much to ardmores frustration and my glee. I know the general has been very hard on miles, waiting for us to quote, get results, and to figure out where they’ve gone. I hate the women, every time I'm near her it's like walking on eggshells. Like she's waiting for me to snap and go bounding into the Forest to never be seen again. Which honestly sounds great but unlike her I'm loyal to my family and friends and would rather die than leave them to be puppets of the rda.

So for now I just bide my time and stay out of her way. We go out every day to ride our ikrans around and learn more about the Forest, giving them the pretenses that we’re doing recom out in the forest when in reality we aren't. Spider can teach a lot but not everything so a lot of it is just us goofing around, learning our bodies' limits in the forest.

Spider has been calling me sa’nu recently, and every time he does I feel my heart grow. Most of the others don’t know what it means so I think he feels more comfortable calling me that then mother in English. He still calls Miles Quaritch but we’re working on it.

Currently Miles and Lyle were seeing who could stay on the floating log the longest both trying to tip the other over into the water below. It’s weird seeing both the serious men that I knew be so playful now. It brings warmth to my heart as Spider cheers next to me. Everyone is at peace right now. Using the excuse that we are getting more used to our new bodies to prolong the RDAs mission of violence.

I've actually been very successful in talking to everyone. I mean they aren't stupid they know that if the RDAs mission is to get rid of the Navi, it's not going to stop with just the actual Navi, eventually the buck will be passed to all of us as well, their blue pets. It’s not until after lunch that we all return to Bridgehead. Spider needs some food and the rest of us have some paperwork and stuff to do. I feed my son with a warm smile on my face as we just relax in the side room for him.

Ardmore pov

I watch the recom team land their animals and jovially walk into their designated area of the base. The video calls ringing stops as my supervisors come on screen.

“What’s the status general”

“Status is looking good sir, the blue team is working perfectly. They were successful in taming the banshees that have been attacking our fleet, we’re confident that they will be able to further get through Pandora's defenses just as the natives do.

“And of jake sully and the raids on our shipments”

“They’ve stopped for now we have reason to believe jake has left the forest we are working on locating him or any of his friends old equipment now”

“Good, and what about corporal L/N, have they showed any side effects from the memory adjustment”

“No sir, not anything that hasn’t been easily explained away.”

“Good keep an eye on this team general we can not afford another loss

“Yes sir”

The video call goes blank. As general Ardmore pinches the bridge of her nose

“Why didn’t you tell them ma’am?”

“Because if i tell them the recom is trying to bond with their human child what will happen to my mission. We are this close to getting our objective and I will not let an emotional woman that wants to play mommy screw it up.

“If need be i'll terminate her and that brat before then.”

“What about the others, wouldn't they retaliate?”

“Well we brought them back once we could do it again if needed, but for now we'll keep her around to keep the rest in place. Have the team and scientists continue to watch the recom squad.”

“Yes ma’am.”

What the general doesn’t realize is that she just sealed her fate. A certain blue soldier heard her every word as he was waiting. To give the general the data she requested of the blue team, but Fike was not about to stick around he’ll just just take the heat for it later but right now he has to get back to his team/his family and warn them of what will happen.

Miles pov

Everyone’s in the play room as they’ve come to call it. All relaxing and going over the terms and words spider had been teaching them the last couple of days. Y/n has been the fastest to pick everything up, of course she was though she’s always loved pandora. Quartich and Lyle are close seconds as everyone else learns and improves at other things. Mansks has been experimenting with the food out there and has come up with some good stuff for the squad. Z-dog surprises everyone with her weaving skills making some pretty good bindings and stuff. Lopez and prager not far behind her.All in all everyone has found someway to benefit the team. Everything peaceful till fike busts through the door like a Thanator is right on his tail.

“Colonel! Colonel.!”

“Fike whats wrong”.

“Colonel its bad”

“What is?”

“It’s the general I was taking the data they wanted and I heard the general talking about L/n”

“What about her

“The higher ups were asking her about our progress but they also asked if y/n if remembered anything she’s not supposed to

“But I have” y/n say nervously waking up to us”

“Exactly but the general lied she said you hadn’t”

“Well isn’t that a good thing”

You’d think so but I also heard her tell another soldier she would get rid of y/n and us in a second if it compromised her mission

Everyone’s somewhat taken back by this revelation. I however am not. I could tell the woman was ambitious. I've met many like her before hell. I was the same for a while. People willing to sacrifice some for the greater good. But now, however, some of it is my family. My team that I’ve just gotten back and I was not about to let that happen. I walk over to the door making sure it’s locked before turning back to my team. Y/n looks worried as she runs her hand through spider's hair as he looks up at her with worry.

“So it’s finally come to this. I knew ever since the beginning of this we would be and are treated differently. It’s just as y/n said we’re their pets.”

Silence fills the room everyone’s focus on me

“ Well I don’t know about the rest of you but I no longer am willing to be someone else’s dog.”

Everyone else shakes their heads and grunts out agreements

“Now I know this is a lot y’all. We would be betraying humanity. We would be exactly like sully”

“Miles.” Y/n says softly but pointedly.” Jake didn’t turn his back on humanity; he saw how wrong we were. I’ve been remembering a lot and I think it’s time we get out of dodge.

“Now darlin hold on”

“I’m sorry, Miles but I’m not losing my son again. I don’t want to lose you again. Please we’re all new people. We can be the people we were and should have been. But we can’t do that under the RDA”

“I agree with her”. Wainfleet expresses out loud

“I know I’m not the one to usually respite orders colonel but this whole situation has been fucked since the beginning. We aren’t even human anymore and we all know that if the rda get their wish and get control of pandora we would be the next check in that list.”

“Well then let’s leave it to a vote. Who feels safe here?” No hands raiser in the air everyone looking everywhere but at me

“Now who thinks we should think about ourselves and figure out an exit plan”. T/n asks softly

Everyone’s heads perk up their eyes trained on her

“Well there is our answer. But we got to be smart about this. We can’t do anything in the base; we're at too high of a disadvantage here”.

“So We’ll have to do stuff while we’re out in the woods”. Wainfleet comments

“Look, we all got another chance. I say we embrace it. We can be our own family, we don't have to be the enemy, I don’t want to watch everyone die again. I refuse”.

“Your right darlin but where do we start will be the biggest question.”

“Maybe we need to reach out to Jake maybe he can help us”

“No not happening”

“Miles Jake was our friend once. If we explain things to him, maybe he will help us.”

“I don’t think it would be Jake you’d have to worry about” spider says from his seat

“Why’s that”

“I mean the rda doesn’t have any good standing with the natives. You guys are basically the boogie man to many people. Especially neytiri and the older generation that was in the war”

“The kid has a point, why would any of the clans help us?” Z dog ask from her spot next to y/n

“If Jake could convince them and eventually join them I’m sure we could. We have to try y’all.”

Y/n is trying to be the positive note but she was always more fascinated with Pandora then any of us. Of course she thinks they would help us.

“Y/n we’ll try but it will need to be probably you and spider to start off with if we’re to get anywhere the rest of us I want to scout around while we’re out to try and find somewhere this team can go and make our own damn clan if we need to. Is that understood

“YES SIR!”

Jakes pov

The metkayina tribe has been very different from what my family is used to. The kids have been trying and I know I'm being hard on them but every time I think to relax the thought of my kids being in the hands of the rda tenses my shoulders. But it's also guilt that has been eating me alive recently. My dreams at night are about when I was human. Playing cards with Mansks wainfleet and Lopez. Chatting with y/n as she does her rounds and helps grace make sure I was still taking care of my own body. Even Quartich, damn I had respect for him. He didn’t treat me differently. He treated me like a soldier from the very beginning and welcomed me into the fold. All of them treated me like family and I quickly turned my back on them. But then sense comes to me and I see my family and the life I've had so far and I wouldn’t trade what I have now for anything.

It’s late afternoon when I hear a ringing sound come from within the Mauri. After finding the com at the bottom of the basket i pick it up

“Hey Jake”

“Hey norm whats up “

“Oh you know just checking in but yeah i have something kinda serious going on

“Oh yeah “

“Yeah check your pad you got to look at what i just found

I do as he asked, checking the file he just sent me. It's an old code that some of us used before the war. The file was a message asking for help, asking for a meeting and giving a com link number to contact. What caught me off guard was the signature of the file. The call sign belonged to none other than Y/N L/N

“Wait what. “

“Yeah I haven’t replied but this was sent to old accounts that aren’t even active anymore. No one would have even seen it if they did hear the beeping in the old storage closet

“It seems Like its y/n trying to reach out to us, what we should do.”

“Damn,” All i can do is pace around the mauri thoughts running a thousand miles an hour in every direction.

“Jake”

“I don't know Norm, let me talk to neytiri and we'll go from there. I don't want this to end up being some kind of trap.”

“I understand Jake, if I get any more messages I'll tell you. You guys stay safe out there ok.”

“We will thank you brother, till later.” Hanging up the com I exhale all the air out of my lungs. I genuinely don't know what to do. It’s crazy that y/n is even alive but now she's trying to reach out to us asking for help. What about the others, are they in on this are they using her as bait. I don't know. I simply stare at the tablet in front of me and wait for neytiri in our home. She finally returns from her tasks around the village and she immediately notices I'm conflicted.

“Ma jake what has happened”

“Tiri i don't know what to do.” Her arms encircle me while I lay my head on her shoulder hoping and praying the oncoming headache will be soothed just by her presence. She pulls away to look at me.

“Come why don't we go fly and then you can tell me what has happened.”

“Yeah.”

The two sully matriarchs left their children food and clear instructions not to do anything stupid as they had their first kind of date night in a very long time. They headed straight for the closest section of forest. Not wanting to go too far from their kids but wanting a taste of the old life.

Now comfortable seated in a tree awning. I try and recollect my thoughts

“Now tell me ma jake what has happened.”

I take out the holo pad and show neytiri what was sent to norm.

“This was sent to Norm through a very old channel. The message is asking to meet/that they need help.”

“Who is it from?”

“It’s from y/n”

“Trully.”

“I have no way of knowing if it's truly from her or not. This could be another trap tiri and I can’t do that to our family.”

Neytiri and I sit there staring at the tablet and just breathing in the smells of the forest around us. Neytiri lifts her head to speak when something from behind me grasps her attention, causing her to let out a light gasp.

“Ma jake look.”

I turn and see a handful of atokirina softly floating towards us. They dangle in the air like butterfly's one floating between neytiri and i to gently land on the tablet in front of us. Neytiri is saying her prayers as I watch amazed at yet another miracle eywa has shown me.

“It’s a sign ma jake thank you great mother…..”

“neytiri i do have to warn you this might bring quartich and the others in with y/n will you be able to handle that.”

I see neytiri frilled with anger at the mention of quartich but I can see she is conflicted. The signs from eywa are not to be taken lightly, but I wouldn’t blame her after everything the rda has taken from us.

“If it is eywas will we will figure it out but for now i simply wish to know if my friend needs help.

I take her hands in mine. Lifting her head to nuzzle our nose together “my strong wife” she just smiles and we. Continue to take in the night around us. Before we have to return back to our children and figure out the logistics of helping our long lost friend.

A couple days later

“So we agree we want to reply to the message? I ask norm making sure he is certain since it would be his life as well on the line if things went south

“Yes”

“Ok norm then send our message and let me know what happens

“I will jake you guys take care “

“Same brother.”

The call ends and all I can do is watch my kids playing in the water. Little tuk is splashing in the waves with Lo’ak and tsireya. Neteyam is supervising bless him. I know ive been hard on him so its moment like these where i can see he's still a kid that needs to have some happiness in his life that choke me up the most. Neteyam laughs at the younger one's antics as he sends a small wave towards Kiri who yells at him, she's sitting half in the water with her journal on her lap lightly sketching some sea creature she's found. She reminds me more and more like grace every day. The only thing missing is a head of dirty blond hair, running around with them. I was worried sick about spider till I saw him on that video but now that I know he's with y/n, my worries somewhat resolve. I know that even if she didn’t know who he was, which is unlikely but who knows what the rda did, she would still take care of him, it was in her nature. A hand gently squeezing my shoulder brings me out of my thoughts. The gentle smile on her face reassures me I'm doing the right thing.

Y/n pov

I sent out the coded message to the old channels. I just pray that it’s answered in the meantime Miles has figured out our exit strategy. He’s found what stuff has trackers in it and where we could go that the rda wouldn’t be able to easily follow. Everyone else has started rationing, stuff to make sure we all have what we need when we're ready to leave. Spider is hopeful that Jake will help us if not him then definitely norm and the others. He hopes.

I hope so as well. I can understand though that they all are probably apprehensive. They have no way of seeing how much miles and the others have changed. Every day in the forest they grow brighter. Becoming more in tune with the forest and pandora. Now feeling somewhat uncomfortable stuck in the metal walls of the bridgehead. I agreed with Miles if by the end of the month we hear nothing we’ll have to do everything ourselves. Till then we’ve been leaving fake trails and clues for the rda to throw them completely off any of Jake's possible trails. I can’t tell it’s frustrating Ardmore tremendously.

I continue to go through the motions of life. The next couple of weeks consist of waking up in Miles' warm arms, just enjoying each other's warmth until he finally decides he has to get up to work out and start on the stupid duties that Ardmore puts on him. I wake up and start making spider some breakfast before getting a mask and going over to his little room to wake him. His cute little tousled hair and sleepy face every morning make me smile. After getting him I take him down to the rec room where he hangs out with someone. Really everyone loves the kid, he’s entertaining and has plenty of energy to keep us all on our toes. His favorite aunt and uncle though are definitely wainfleet and zdog and I think that mostly because they enable him the most but hey i'll take it. It’s not until after lunch that we all gather and get ready for our outdoor time as spider likes to call it

I saddle up to toothless and brush his head and scratch under his chin which he loves. Flying has definitely become a favorite thing for most of us. Especially me, its as so freeing to dash around the sky doing circles around miles and cupcake while he tries to keep up. Spider egging him on to catch up to me or he would start riding with me instead, and of course miles can’t have that hahaha.

We all get a ways away from the base to a clearing we’ve found previously to rest in. We scout the area and set up a little tent and stuff while everyone goes about to either goof around, look around or just plane relax in the fresh non recycled air. I took out the old halo pad and found that I had received a message.

“Miles?”

“What is it darlin?”

“Look we got a reply”

Lets see,” i pulled open the message, it was a simple chain code a number to watch I assumed was a com link.

Hey get you blue asses over here. I hear miles yell to the group. I wait for them all to fall in line and miles fill them in before calling out to the number.

“Hello?” The voice sounds, its not jake but it is a familiar voice.

“Norman?” I ask gently not fully trusting my old memories

“By eywa, y/n is that really you.”

“It’s me. “

“Wait one sec, the halo pad switch’s over to video and finally see the face of my old friend hes in his avatar body with a blank background behind him.

“Wow its really you huh “

“Yeah norm its me, and spiders here to.” Spider jumps up taking the screen from me to. Say hello to norm begfore miles snatch’s the tablet back.

“Your back to huh i here norm say as he sees Miles

“You bet your blue ass i am, Spellman. Me and the rest of my team are back from the dead just for you”

“Miles! I say scolding him as i take the tablet fully back and look back at norm.

“Sorry norm

“It’s fine y/n but you know I have to ask right

“Ask?

“Yeah why are you actually trying to get in touch with us.

“Cause we need your help

“Do you actually or does the rda need prisoners and their using you like a Trojan horse

“Now look here spellman” i hear miles getting ready to chew him out but i stop him giving him a warning look. He reluctantly keeps his mouth shut

“Norm you and i both know the RDA are not exactly friendly with the Navi

“Yes

“Well if they get their way they aren't going to keep around the blue pets they made. And I refuse to lose my family again. We want to help you guys get rid of the RDA. We want to be free and to trully do that we need yours and jakes help.

“I can’t promise anything right now y/n, jake ultimately has the last say,

“I understand.

“That being said though im really glad your back, keep this number and jake or i will send a message soon i promise

“You all better hurry cause Ardmore wants to get rid of y/n.

“What”

“Yeah im a threat to her operation evidently.”

“Damn”

“Yeah so if yall could vote soon please if not were going to have to do it ourselves.

“I got it. Y/n”

“Yeah”

“May eywa be with you.”

“Thank you norm. Till next time”

“Yeah.”

Hanging up the call I can feel a sense of ease mixed with equal parts anxiety run through me and everyone else. The unknown of whether they will help us or not is like a blade hanging over our heads but what else can we do, besides prepare what we can and wait

@myh3artttt @ducks118 @dyingofcookies @navs-bhat

#avatar fanfiction #avatar oc #avatar way of water #miles quaritch x reader #blue team x reader #spider x reader #jake sully x reader #neytiri #the sullys

[slxthxrxn-sxmp]

F, G, L and O for Norm (again)? I loved the last one you did <333 please and thank you ^^

Im glad you liked the last one!! I these one pleases all your norm needs 🥰

I wrote this one while on the plane and it got away from me a bit lol

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He doesn't mind commitment, in fact hes always thought he would get married one day. This being said he would not rush into anything (unlike say, jake). He holds marriage close, he wants everything to be perfect. Now maybe you start dropping some hints. Like you express interest in learning about human/na'vi proposal traditions, even if you already know about it.   During this time he will be very clingy, expect a lot of hugs and kisses or him just generally being around you often. Don't worry though.. he does indeed get the courage to propose properly and its beautiful <3 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This one is a little tough. Norm can be very gentle both emotionally and physically but theres also times where he can be emotionally blunt. He doesn't mean for it to hurt, its just how he is, snarky remarks, and an almost tough love. Unlike Tsu'tey it isn't because he doesn't know how to be softer, this is him being soft. When you need it though he will be your emotional teddy bear. Now physically, he will hip bump you often (in a teasing/loving way). If he is feeling playful he will softly tug at your queue and then go running off expecting you to chase him. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Norm is amazing around kids, I mean you saw him in way of water right? He's the type of person who makes faces at babies to make them laugh. Admittedly when those babies turn into young kids (5-10 years old) he forgets every once in a while what they aren't adults yet, you just got to give him a gentle reminder and he will adjust. The first time you saw him playing around with kids your heart melted, he was teaching a group of Na'vi kids duck duck goose and he was laser focused on trying to win. I feel like he comes from a big family and thats why he's good with kids, he'd be that uncle watching bluey with his niece/nephew. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Im not sure if this is going to be a surprise or not but when it comes to deep personal stuff he can be fairly guarded. If you try to push him on this he will get a little snippy, remarking about how everyone has a past or that he has some work to do. It seemed a little out of character so you just didn't push it for a while. This was about two months into the relationship. Anyway, after he has some time to himself of even seeking advice from his mini council (Grace, Jake, and Trudy) they all tell him he's being dumb, he seeks you out and apologizes several times confessing he's afraid but he will tell you everything you would like to know. Next thing you know, the two of you have entered an intense game of 50 questions. 

#norm spellman hc #norm spellman imagine #norm spellman x you #norm spellman x reader #norm spellman #avatar reader #avatar x you #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar sfw

[formulaewags]

More of Lexi and Jake heading to Monaco by helicopter (@/lexigraceboosey via her latest Instagram post)

#formula e #wags #formula e wags #couples #lexi grace boosey #jake dennis

[lazywitchling]

Jes' Collection of Witch Books

I said I would make this list, so here I am, making this list.

These are all the Witchy (and witchy-adjacent) books I own and/or have read. It's a long list, so it's going under a cut!

Key of Symbols:

📗 Read

📖 Reading

📚 Not Yet Read

Books that I own

📗 Rebel Witch by Kelly-Ann Maddox (Review)

📖 A Dabbler's Guide to Witchcraft by Fire Lyte

📚 Spellcrafting by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

📗 The House Witch by Arin Murphy-Hiscock (Review)

📗 Witchery by Juliet Diaz (Review)

📚 A Witch's Guide to Spellcraft by Althea Sebastiani

📚 All That is Sacred is Profaned by Rhyd Wildermuth (edit: nevermind, he's a transphobe now)

📚 Reclaiming Ourselves by Emma Kathryn

📚 In the Midnight Hour by Anthony Rella

📗 Weave the Liminal by Laura Tempest Zakroff (Review)

📚 Traditional Witchcraft: A Cornish Book of Ways by Gemma Gary

📗 Grovedaughter Witchery by Bree NicGarran (@breelandwalker)

📗 The Sisters Grimmoire by Bree NicGarran (@breelandwalker)

📚 Witchcraft by Anastasia Greywolf or Tamsin Chamberlin (don't buy this one: here's why)

Books I read from the Library

📗 The Modern Witchcraft Spell Book by Skye Alexander (don't buy this one: here's why)

📗 Backwoods Witchcraft by Jake Richards

Zines and Pamphlets

📗 A Pagan Anti-Capitalist Primer

📗 Brainscan 33: DIY Witchery by Alex Wrekk (@upthewitchypunx)

📗 Brainscan 34: A Dabbler's Week of DIY Witchery by Alex Wrekk (@upthewitchypunx)

📗 Everyday Magic #1

📗 Everyday Magic #2

📗 Exploding the Tangerine by Clint Marsh & Oliver Bly

📗 Five Principles of Green Witchcraft by Asa West

📗 Hex Your Ex

📗 The Witchy Zinester's Pocket Book of Spells

📚 Twin Peaks Tarot Spreads

📚 Sow Sprout Grow Tarot Spreads

Charity Bundle E-Books

These all came as a bundle, so the quality will vary as it does with any bargain grab-bag. I'm not linking these unless I've read (or am reading) them because it takes a long time, and I have no idea if they're good or absolute shit. If you want to learn about these, you know how the internet works.

📚 City Magick by Christopher Penczak

📚 Consorting with Spirits by Jason Miller

📚 Herbal Magick by Gerina Dunwich

📚 Hex Twisting by Diana Rajchel

📚 Italian Folk Magic by Mary-Grace Fahrun

📚 Love Magic by Lilith Dorsey

📚 Magic When You Need It by Judika Illes

📚 Magickal Astrology by Skye Alexander

📚 Personal Magic by Marion Weinstein

📚 Plant Witchery by Juliet Diaz

📚 Positive Magic by Marion Weinstein

📗 Queering Your Craft by Cassandra Snow (Review)

📚 Reading the Runes by Kim Farnell

📚 Spellcrafting by Gerina Dunwich

📚 The Big Book of Tarot by Joan Bunning

📚 The Study of Witchcraft by Deborah Lipp

📚 The Witch's Eight Paths of Power by Lady Sable Aradia

📚 The Witch's Guide to Wands by Gypsey Elaine Teague

📚 True Magic by Draja Mickaharic

📚 Water Witchcraft by Annwyn Avalon

📚 Wicca Made Easy by Phyllis Curott

📚 Wishcraft by Sakura Fox

📚 Witch, Please by Victoria Maxwell

📚 Witchcraft Activism by David Salisbury

📚 Year of the Witch by Temperance Alden

#jes vs witch books #lists

[queenofdragons12]

A Dragon Never Fall, We Rise

paring: Muerte/Death + Jake Sully x Dragon! f! reader. Warning: slighty smut, implied, bad writing,

word count: 900-1000

Author's note: except nasty smut her,e,, my dragonlings! I could improve at writing smut, which isn't like full, so there is no age regestirgio,n really. just enjoy

In the depths of the ancient cave, where secrets whispered on the tongues of flickering flames, a tapestry of enigmatic connections unfolded. Amidst the twilight's dance, a wolf and a celestial being converged, their presence a mystifying blend of incongruity and solace. Within your sacred culinary domain, where flavors mingled and aromas beckoned, you fashioned a feast befitting the grandeur of a dragon's palate.

Yet, before indulging in the succulent bounty, a hand, gentle and fleeting, graced your exposed waist, rousing your senses. Your tail unfurled, a graceful serpentine motion, while wings and shoulders instinctively tensed. A deep, resonant chuckle, brimming with untamed echoes, stirred the air, drawing your gaze to the source of amusement.

"Jake Sully," you hissed playfully, your voice a melodious incantation, "beware the sinuous nature of dragons. To venture unnoticed is to court a dance with death. Even the wolf holds wisdom beyond your grasp."

A dance of banter and camaraderie ensued, as growls and smirks painted the canvas of their interaction. Jake, a steadfast presence, approached with reverence, his hands finding solace upon your rump. Growls mingled, fangs revealed, yet beneath the playful exchange lay an undercurrent of respect, a symphony of dominance and submission.

Amidst this delicate interplay, a sentient silence descended upon the cave. From the shadows, a familiar figure emerged, drawn inexorably to your side. In his embrace, you found sanctuary, your wings enveloping him with a tender embrace. The intertwining of souls transcended words, as the purity of your connection spoke volumes.

In a voice that trailed like a serpentine whisper, you soothed the tormented spirit. "Hush, Muerte, does Gatiot still haunt your dreams? Let the currents of fate guide him, for his path must unfold in its own time. Release the chains of your pursuit, and grant him the freedom to discover his destiny. Your vigil has endured, a testament to your unwavering resolve."

The weight of truth bore upon Muerte's visage, his gaze intermingling with yours in a frosty exchange. Resolute yet burdened, he retreated into the ephemeral shadows, his purpose awaiting fulfillment in the tapestry of existence.

Beside Jake, you now found respite, the three of you gathered around the sacred hearth, where sustenance merged with the essence of life. A tableau of unconventional kinship, forged in the crucible of extraordinary bonds, embraced the fragile harmony of the moment. In this twilight realm, where love defied logic and loyalty defied convention, you savored the enigma of existence, each morsel a testament to the interconnectedness of souls entwined.

comment down if yall want a pt. 2

#mi amor #dragons #xreader #queen!reader #puss in boots the last wish x reader #jake sully x reader #Death/ lobo x reader #smut #bad writing

[norabrice1701]

Twist My Heart - Ch. 3

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

- A TG:M Twister AU -

Series Main List

Also on AO3

Ch. 3 Warnings: Language; tornado chasing drama

Some days turn out to be a bust. The storm fronts don’t backbuild. The wind shears calm down. The potent tornadic cocktail of warm moist air near the ground and cooler dry winds aloft falls apart.

It doesn’t leave a lot for Bradley to fill his days with, but it does usually make great viewing for spectacular thunderstorms. 

Like this one. Lightning spiderwebs across the sky, shooting out of the storm cell many miles in the distance. Thunder rumbles low in the air, but the calm breeze and chirping crickets around him give no signs of any imminent bad weather overhead. Not only would a downpour of rain soak the worn wool blanket from the SUV’s e-pack on which they sit, but it would ruin the last bites of food in the Chinese to-go containers spread between them. 

Music floats out from the SUV’s open windows at Hangman’s insistence. At this late hour, whatever local station he’d found plays a mix of golden oldies and sounds of the 70s that provides a mellow background beneath the storm’s distant rumbling. 

“Now, that’s a beauty.” Hangman comments around half a bite of eggroll as a bolt of lightning arcs across the sky and extends down to a distant point on the horizon. 

Bradley shakes his head, wiping a drop of pork lo mein sauce from his mustache. “For all you know, that bolt just set someone’s house on fire.” 

Hangman cocks his head, shrugging an indifferent shoulder. “If not them, it would have been someone else. Electrons don’t discriminate much.” He tilts his head back to face the sky, elongating his neck, and Bradley refuses to look. “Ever think you’ll get struck?”

He shrugs a shoulder in return, twisting another bite of noodles on his fork as more lightning flares in the distance. “The odds of that happening are like 1 in 12,000. Well… maybe 8,000 in our occupation.” 

Hangman chuckles softly. “Always runnin’ the numbers, huh, Roo?”

The soft drop of the diminutive nickname settles with a low swoop in Bradley’s gut. It has no right to – Hangman calls him Roo fairly frequently – so, it must be something in the lo mein. He sets the fork down, suddenly full. “Just doing my job,” he clarifies. “Data is the backbone of meteorology, after all.”  

“Aw, but you’re missing the best part.” Hangman scolds with another crunch of egg roll shell. “The backbone gives structure, sure, but without impulse – without instinct – it has no life. And where’s the fun in that?” 

“God, she’s beautiful.” Bradley whispered under his breath in complete awe. The visible funnel swirled with deadly grace out the windshield, chewing up the green countryside without mercy. Her dry rear flank downdraft afforded them a pristine, unobstructed view as Hangman kept his foot on the gas pedal. Bradley almost couldn’t believe their luck. If they could get just close enough and get into position, if he could get a good measurement of that downdraft, track the velocity and trajectory - 

The sudden braking force of deceleration slammed through him. He jerked forward against his seat belt, bracing against the dashboard as he glared over at Hangman. “What are you doing?!” He yelled with shocked confusion as Hangman stayed on the brake pedal. “We’re going to lose it!” 

Hangman shook his head with firm conviction as he gripped the wheel tight. “No - look at the angle of that downdraft, the undertow. She’s gonna shift course.” 

Bradley stared at him agape. “Come on, man - that’s perfect vertical alignment!” 

“But it’s not stable. Not for long.” Hangman swept a hand in front of him, motioning out the windshield. “Look - just there on the north side of the cloud base.” 

Bradley forced himself to look forward, to ignore the pounding of his heart that insisted they keep to the obvious course ahead. But then - he saw it, too. The unstable rotation presented itself in the currents made visible by the thick clouds. It grew in intensity, and fuck… he’d completely missed it. “Shit…” He breathed as realization washed over him. “A sidewinder.” 

Hangman’s tongue swiped over his top lip, smile sharpening with the thrill of the chase. “Wasn’t there a road back there?” 

“Yeah,” Bradley answered blindly, turning around in his seat to squint out the rearview window. “Go, go!” 

Hangman’s hand landed on the back of Bradley’s headrest as he slammed the SUV into reverse. A wave of his subtly spicy cologne accompanied the movement, sending a rush of appreciative heat through Bradley and forming a potent cocktail with the adrenaline already flooding his body. Hangman braced, turning his gaze out the rearview window as he steered with his other hand. Bradley swiveled his gaze back to the front of the vehicle, holding himself steady as Hangman laid on the brakes and cranked the wheel. 

The dirt road stretched ahead of them, leading towards the dark grey horizon and the roaring tornado. Bradley’s heart pounded faster as the SUV accelerated forward, too focused in the moment to be too disappointed when Hangman’s arm fell away.

“Upper level winds increasing, sidewinder in effect.” Coyote’s voice sounded over the radio. “But stability is… marginal at bes-” 

“Radar indicated hail.” Fanboy interrupted. “Repeat, radar indicated hail.” 

A hard ping sounded off the SUV’s roof, followed by another. And yet another as a curtain of hail descended upon them. 

“Radar indicated, my ass.” Hangman grumbled, switching on the windshield wipers. 

Bradley reached for the radio. “Dagger 1 confirms the hail.” He said, squinting out the windshield for a hard look. “Penny-sized.” 

“Dagger 2 copies the hail,” Nat called out. “Good thing Mav has good fleet insurance.” 

The falling hail increased, slamming into the SUV’s metal exterior loud enough to make Bradley’s ears ring. He pressed his radio button as he tried to scan for the tornado ahead. “Good thing - fuck, we’ve got a shit-ton. Visibility is extremely poor.”

Despite the deafening hail, Bob’s voice sounded over the cacophony. “That’s not a unit of measurement in the system.” 

Hangman clicked his tongue with a shake of his head despite his intense focus on the road ahead. “Man’s a scientist, alright.” 

“Rear flank downdraft beginning to undercut the surface currents.” Coyote reported with an air of disappointment. “Beware the bulge. Repeat - beware the bulge.” 

Bradley’s heart sank, deflating at the news. It wouldn’t be long now until the tornado tilted under the dying circulation of air, creating the telltale bugle shape before dissipating altogether. The hail lessened its intensity, affording them a view of the tornado just off their two o’clock. It would have been the prime position - Hangman’s instincts were right on the money. 

Bradley’s brow furrows as he tries to ignore the unwanted memory. Hangman’s instincts have always been right on the money, and a stab of jealousy flares in Bradley’s gut. No matter how much data he stares at, it’s something that he’ll never be able to match. And if Hangman is only in this business for the adrenaline thrill ride he gets from his instinctual intuition, then he’s chosen the wrong career. Slowly, Bradley shakes his head. “That’s got to be the dumbest thing –”

“You’re just jealous that you didn’t think of it first.”

He sets the empty container down next to the other discarded remains of their hasty dinner. “If you’re only in this for the adrenaline rush, come on, man… this severe weather shit ruins people’s lives, and data and study is the only weapon against it.” He hears himself say. “Not everyone gets off from chasing tornadoes like you do. Astraphobia is literally the third most common phobia in the US.”

“Fear of thunder and lightning?” Hangman confirms before eating the last bite of egg roll.

Bradley hums in agreement as he takes a sip of water. “Right behind acrophobia and zoophobia.”

Hangman smacks his lips. “Well, that’s some caveman level shit right there.” His head turns towards Bradley, arching an elegant brow to match the teasing slant of his mouth. “Aren’t you just a fount of knowledge, Mr. Trivial Pursuit.”

Heat threatens to rise in Bradley’s cheeks. “It’s not hard to figure out – all phobias are irrational fears that tap into the fight-or-flight instinct which is as old as caveman days.”

“God, you’re such a nerd.” His taunting tone matches the mischief gleaming in his eyes. “No wonder you’re a scientist. I’m sure the school kids just love you during Science Day presentations.”

Mercifully, Bradley’s never had to share one of those days with Hangman yet. Mav’s always been proud of Dagger Labs’ support of the local schools and never hesitates to volunteer his team to come speak at Science Day events, rolling up with their mobile lab vehicles and poster boards all about tornadoes. The kids get a thrill out of the yellow flashing lights mounted to the top of the SUVs, but Bradley doesn’t tell them it’s to help EMS locate their vehicle should it blow off the road or get trapped by debris.  

Though, he has no idea how Hangman interacts with kids. The boys probably feed off his too-cool-for-school swagger, and the girls probably swoon at his handsome features and dazzling smile. And with his charisma? God, he probably wins over the entire crowd – including teachers and chaperones. Jealousy pits in Bradley’s stomach at the sudden thought of Hangman being swarmed in a teacher’s lounge with everyone vying for his attention.

He swallows it down with a sigh as a loud peal of thunder fills the air. It draws his gaze back to the natural light show playing out in front of them across the dusty field. No matter how long he studies the sky, the duality of nature still stuns him – how something so violent and intense up-close can appear so peaceful and soothing at a distance. It tugs at his adventurous curiosity, sparks his desire to chase the destination unknown… but that just further sharpens how much he enjoys just sitting here with Hangman.

No… with Jake.

The sappy thought shoots a pang of longing through his heart that he quickly tries to snuff out. Movement shuffles off to his left as Jake shifts against the blanket. With the food finished, he stretches his legs out and leans back against his elbows. It doesn’t look overly comfortable, but Bradley will freely admit that his own muscles are starting to protest from sitting cross-legged for so long.

Another bolt of lightning flashes in the sky as Bradley unfolds his right leg. He rests his boot flat against the blanket, bending his knee and propping his elbow atop it. “You know,” he starts, glancing over at Jake. “For as much as you rag on nerdy scientists, you sure do keep ironic company. There are other ways to enjoy the wonders of the sky, you know. Or is that why you chase? Fear of flying – aerophobia?”

Jake chuckles softly. “If the sky didn’t come down here, you can bet your ass that I’d be up there.” His voice is free of a disparaging tone as the glow of distant lightning dances on his skin. “Maybe someday. Or in another life.”

Bradley arches a brow. “You believe in reincarnation?”

Jake turns a quizzical look on him. “Oh, come on - I meant in, like, a parallel universe or whatever they call it.” He arches a teasing brow. “Haven’t you ever seen a Marvel film?”

An unbidden fond chuckle crawls up Bradley’s throat. “That’s the multiverse, Bagman.”

An answering chuckle lights up Jake’s face, highlighting his dimples as his eyes glitter in the faint light. “And I rest my case, bird brain.”

Bradley’s smile grows with warm appreciation and curious study the longer he holds Jake’s gaze. He’s not surprised that Jake didn’t directly answer his question. Whatever reason Jake has for chasing storms instead of flying planes is his own business. Perhaps it’s simply because Jake is just so damn good at what he does. 

Slowly, Bradley forces himself to turn away, looking back out over the storm that passes in front of them. He kicks out his left leg and extends his right before leaning back on his elbows to mirror Jake’s position. His back is glad for the relief and the stretch feels good on his shoulders.

“I think I was maybe 10 or so,” Jake starts softly, voice carrying over a rolling rumble of thunder. “When I saw The Right Stuff – and I remember thinking that Yaeger’s shining silver NF-104A Starfighter was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.”

“Just the plane?” Bradley can’t resist the taunt. “Or do you have a thing for Chuck Yaeger, too?”

“No denying the man had balls the size of Mars to do what he did in those experimental rocket planes. Hell, the kind of power they were playing with – they had no idea.” He shakes his head as a curious note of awe sounds in his voice. “The real video of Yaeger’s crash in that plane is enough to give anyone aerophobia, though it’s just incredible. He stayed in the cockpit for over two minutes in a freefall flat-spin – didn’t eject until the absolute last second.”

Bradley arches a curious brow. “Over two minutes? So, someone just stood there with a camera pointed at a free falling plane for over two minutes and did nothing to help?”

“Not a damn thing anyone on the ground could have done.” Jake counters with an easy shrug. “In that moment, it was all down to him in the fight against gravity. Man vs. nature in the most extreme.”

Bradley turns his head towards Jake, still not quite able to believe it. “Like the actual, real footage? Wouldn’t that be military classified or some shit?”

“It’s on YouTube.” The corner of Jake’s mouth lifts as he meets Bradley’s gaze, eyes glittering with a distant burst of lighting. “Sounds like I may have to take back calling you Mr. Trivial Pursuit.”

Thunder rumbles in the air as Bradley blinks and just… looks. Facets of light reflect in Jake’s eyes and catch on his skin, highlighting the inviting shape of his mouth. Words stick in Bradley’s throat and the music from the SUV’s speakers suddenly sounds too loud.

You don’t know what it’s like Baby, you don’t know what it’s like To love somebody, to love somebody The way I love you

What would Jake do if Bradley leaned in and kissed him? Would he welcome the advance and pull Bradley down atop him? Would he yield control of that smart mouth to Bradley’s will? Would he shatter Bradley’s heart into a million pieces?

Bradley works a hard swallow down his throat, forcing himself to look away. More lightning streaks across the sky, not nearly as beautiful as the man next to him. He wets his top lip, summoning a reply. “Well as bad as Trivial Pursuit is, I won’t be offended if you don’t call me that.” He hopes his voice is steadier than he feels. “But even then, it’s not as bad as Scrabble. Because that’s it right?” He risks a quick glance over. “You’re so good at playing Hangman because you’ve played so much Scrabble…”

Jake’s mouth twists with amused incredulity. “How dare you even think that. I hate Scrabble.”

A grin teases Bradley’s face without permission. “To be fair, you don’t look like a Scrabble guy. But you also don’t look like a Hangman guy either, so the jury’s still out as to why you are.”

He hopes he hasn’t overstepped by saying it aloud. Jake typically reveals very little about himself - which paints tonight’s conversation about The Right Stuff in a whole new light. Is the man just genuinely shy? Or is it purely self-preservation? Either way, Bradley’s not trying to pry, but his curiosity has only grown since that first fateful game.

A guarded edge creeps into Jake’s gaze, but the rest of his face brightens with curious intrigue that shouldn’t be so appealing. “Why spoil your fun guessing? You’re zero for two so far.” The familiar competitive edge sharpens his grin. “Though, in all fairness – I do intend to win.”

Bradley’s mouth pinches with vague annoyance. “I don’t doubt that. Even if I do manage to get it right, I feel like you’ll keep me guessing anyway.”

Jake’s mouth falls with mock-indignation. “Well, now I’ve half a mind to challenge you to pistols at dawn for that one.” He shifts his weight, bringing his right hand to rest over his heart. “On my honor as a storm chaser – if you do manage to get it right, I promise to tell you.”

Bradley’s not sure what weight that carries but butterflies alight in his stomach nonetheless. Everything about it should send him running for the hills – everything about Jake will only break his heart once Jake has his fill and his restlessness takes over – but Bradley’s unable to do anything but return a determined smile. “And when I win, I’ll hold you to it.” 

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[truebluehue]

SFW Alphabet (Jake Sully)

This is my first finished thing I've written in 2 years. It small but yay!

Warnings: small amount of swearing, terrible writing.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Listen, bro was in the Marines. We all have to acknowledge it. Hence why I firmly believe he would show enough in public to show how you're his. But on my mama, he is a pda king in private. I'm talking cuddles and kisses everywhere. Bro would literally not be able to keep his hands to himself.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I firmly believe it would be a case of friends to lovers, especially if you are an avatar as well. Cuz listen, I love good ole enemies to lovers as much as anybody, but when friends begin to realize they mean more to each other then they realized? I eat that shit up. Honestly i see the friendship starting because they can just vibe and be their for each other. Like you know how in Avatar 1 when Jake was starting to spend all his time in the avatar and would barely eat and sleep in his real one? Instead of Grace forcing him to eat and sleep it’s you. And you do it in a tender way that Jake hasn’t had and in a long time then BAM! Jake realizes he loves this side of you and wants to see more. Cue pining.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As i said before, bro would be PDA King in private. But Jake is definitely the cuddler as much as he is the cuddlee. Like your relationship would be one where you and him support each other, yall are 4Lifers. When he's cuddling you, Jake is wrapping you in the best hug ever, complete with soft caress to show his love. But when he’s having a bad day? Being wrapped in your arms is his cure. He would lay his head on your chest and just listen, while you just scratch at his head and give him his much needed break from being olo’eyktan.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

You know damn well he settles down. You, a strong, independent woman who can pull his head out of his ass when he does some dumb shit? Jake has his tsaheylu out and ready.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

CAP. We only do happy endings here. Obviously yall would have yall arguments but yall are 4Lifers.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Just instantly. Jake has been fighting wars most of his adult life. He’s gonna wanna make the most of the time he has with loved ones.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ooooo he is so gentle but rough where it counts. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

PDA King of the Private. He loves his hugs. He wants them all the time. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Jake is an action man. He will most definitely say it, but he believes his actions speak louder than words. You mention in passing something wrong with your bow? Fixed. Your back hurts. Massage. Hungry for a specific animal or fruit? Consider it on the hunting party’s list. This man will go above and beyond for you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Green is not his color. Especially since both of yall know that you belong to each other. Why be jealous when he already has you in his arms every night?

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SIKE! Bro would totally get jealous. You have to remember his avatar/him is made from his PHD twin brother. There is most def some problems coming along with that mentally. He will have a day where he feels inadequate and will need reassurance. Especially if you were with the hunting party full of eligible bachelors or bachelorettes.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He’s passionate. Jake is kissing with his all. You never know when it will be your last kiss, especially since the RDA has returned.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Strict. He wants to protect his family. But he also knows that he might have taken it too far if you have to make a comment.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Chill, especially if the kids are already gone and Jake gets to have a moment alone with you. This is when PDA King makes another comeback. I'm talking shoulder, neck, and head kisses. Arms wrapped around you and soft caresses. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

One word: Children. Children honestly rule the nights. It’s when all of you are in one place and can get some family time in. It’s also when Jake tries to show he does love his kids despite how strict he is. But on days when he’s finally pushed too far with how strict he was being and his kid just stays away? Bro is heartbroken. Cue the heart to heart that needs to happen. But late nights are his favorite. He stays up for it just to watch you and the kids sleep in a puppy pile, unbelieving that this is his family. Jake’s a lucky man.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I feel that some things he’ll talk about are easier than others. Like he won’t be open about his insecurities but his love for you and the family? Jake’s singing to the heavens.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Safety-wise he'll have a short fuse. Other things I think he'll be patient in, like training someone in something he knows is hard or if you are trying to understand his english.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Bro was a marine. He remembers everything. Jake is literally a genius when it comes to small details. (Like in avatar 1 when he knew Tsu’tey understood english because he reacted to Jake saying he’s a warrior, even though Tsu’tey never spoke english to him.)

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Every time you gave birth. Bro def fainted the first time, but every kid is just a manifestation of you guys' love.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jake guards you physically, you guard him mentally, and vice versa. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A lot. You gotta remember your basically his soulmate. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Overprotective. It would be endearing at the beginning, but at some point you will have to remind him that you are a warrior too.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Young Jake? Knows he’s fine. But Dilf Jake? May need some reassurance every once in a while.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

PDA King of the Private. He’ll obviously miss you but would prefer to have those moments in private.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

After a tough conversation with you, Netayem, and Lo’ak separately, he comes to the startled retaliation that he has been too tough on the boys. He’ll start treating them way more softer afterwards, but in a “I finally need to realize that you are growing up” way.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

The constant heart attacks from when you all go on a raid.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

THIS MAN SNORES!!! YOU CAN NOT TELL ME OTHERWISE!!

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[justforbooks]

Best crime and thrillers of 2023

Given this year’s headlines, it’s unsurprising that our appetite for cosy crime continues unabated, with the latest title in Richard Osman’s Thursday Murder Club series, The Last Devil to Die (Viking), topping the bestseller lists. Janice Hallett’s novels The Mysterious Case of the Alperton Angels, which also features a group of amateur crime-solvers, and The Christmas Appeal (both Viper) have proved phenomenally popular, too.

Hallett’s books, which are constructed as dossiers – transcripts, emails, WhatsApp messages and the like – are part of a growing trend of experimentation with form, ranging from Cara Hunter’s intricate Murder in the Family (HarperCollins), which is structured around the making of a cold case documentary, to Gareth Rubin’s tête-bêche The Turnglass (Simon & Schuster). Books that hark back to the golden age of crime, such as Tom Mead’s splendidly tricksy locked-room mystery Death and the Conjuror (Head of Zeus), are also on the rise. The late Christopher Fowler, author of the wonderful Bryant & May detective series, who often lamented the sacrifice of inventiveness and fun on the altar of realism, would surely have approved. Word Monkey (Doubleday), published posthumously, is his funny and moving memoir of a life spent writing popular fiction.

Notable debuts include Callum McSorley’s Glaswegian gangland thriller Squeaky Clean (Pushkin Vertigo); Jo Callaghan’s In the Blink of an Eye (Simon & Schuster), a police procedural with an AI detective; Scorched Grace by Margot Douaihy (Pushkin Vertigo), featuring queer punk nun investigator Sister Holiday; and the caustically funny Thirty Days of Darkness (Orenda) by Jenny Lund Madsen (translated from the Danish by Megan E Turney).

There have been welcome additions to series, including a third book, Case Sensitive (Zaffre), for AK Turner’s forensic investigator Cassie Raven, and a second, The Wheel of Doll (Pushkin Vertigo), for Jonathan Ames’s LA private eye Happy Doll, who is shaping up to be the perfect hardboiled 21st-century hero.

Other must-reads for fans of American crime fiction include Ozark Dogs (Headline) by Eli Cranor, a powerful story of feuding Arkansas families; SA Cosby’s Virginia-set police procedural All the Sinners Bleed (Headline); Megan Abbott’s nightmarish Beware the Woman (Virago); and Rebecca Makkai’s foray into very dark academia, I Have Some Questions for You (Fleet). There are shades of James Ellroy in Jordan Harper’s Hollywood-set tour de force Everybody Knows (Faber), while Raymond Chandler’s hero Philip Marlowe gets a timely do-over from Scottish crime doyenne Denise Mina in The Second Murderer (Harvill Secker).

As Mick Herron observed in his Slow Horses origin novel, The Secret Hours (Baskerville), there’s a long list of spy novelists who have been pegged as the heir to John le Carré. Herron must be in pole position for principal legatee, but it’s been a good year for espionage generally: standout novels include Matthew Richardson’s The Scarlet Papers (Michael Joseph), John Lawton’s Moscow Exile (Grove Press) and Harriet Crawley’s The Translator (Bitter Lemon).

Historical crime has also been well served. Highlights include Emma Flint’s excellent Other Women (Picador), based on a real 1924 murder case; Laura Shepherd-Robinson’s story of a fortune teller’s quest for identity in Georgian high society, The Square of Sevens (Mantle); and SG MacLean’s tale of Restoration revenge and retribution, The Winter List (Quercus). There are echoes of Chester Himes in Viper’s Dream (No Exit) by Jake Lamar, which begins in 1930s Harlem, while Palace of Shadows (Mantle) by Ray Celestin, set in the late 19th century, takes the true story of American weapons heiress Sarah Winchester’s San Jose mansion and transports it to Yorkshire, with chillingly gothic results.

The latest novel in Vaseem Khan’s postcolonial India series, Death of a Lesser God (Hodder), is also well worth the read, as are Deepti Kapoor’s present-day organised crime saga Age of Vice (Fleet) and Parini Shroff’s darkly antic feminist revenge drama The Bandit Queens (Atlantic).

While psychological thrillers are thinner on the ground than in previous years, the quality remains high, with Liz Nugent’s complex and heartbreaking tale of abuse, Strange Sally Diamond (Penguin Sandycove), and Sarah Hilary’s disturbing portrait of a family in freefall, Black Thorn (Macmillan), being two of the best.

Penguin Modern Classics has revived its crime series, complete with iconic green livery, with works by Georges Simenon, Dorothy B Hughes and Ross MacDonald. There have been reissues by other publishers, too – forgotten gems including Celia Fremlin’s 1959 holiday‑from-hell novel, Uncle Paul (Faber), and Richard Wright’s The Man Who Lived Underground (Vintage). Finished in 1942 but only now published in its entirety, the latter is an account of an innocent man who takes refuge from racist police officers in the sewers of Chicago – part allegorical, part brutally realistic and, unfortunately, wholly topical.

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[gooneybirddelectus]

Jeff Buckley for Guitar Players

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Below you can find links to each of Jeff songs for which I have attempted to do a tab and/or chord chart.

HERE ARE THE SKETCHES TABS, such as they are!!

I will try over time to improve each and every tab, so they should be regarded as very much under ongoing construction and NOT definitive. Some (I think) come pretty close, but there is always room for improvement. Any suggestions you have would be most appreciated. You can email me, Michael Harris, at [email protected].

You may wish to catch up with the recent site news here.

Enjoy.

Jeffsongs

The Sin-e e.p. and the GRACE album are now all done!

The Live at Sin-e e.p.

Mojo Pin: mostly OK, but some bits need fixing Eternal Life: finally done and lookin' good! Je N'en Connais Pas La Fin: Just a text file version for now, but lots of tricky stuff to play. Difficulty rating = HIGH! The Way Young Lovers Do: I can play it, it's a LOT of work to write it out... but I've done the intro!!!!!

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The Grace album

Mojo Pin: see above Grace: pretty well complete Last Goodbye: slightly improved 15/12/97! Close to as good as I can get it! Lilac Wine: mostly happy with this So Real: long live intro added, a typo fixed in the intro 6/3/98. Hallelujah: not too bad Lover You Should've Come Over: Done!! Chord chart AND tab!! Woo-hoo! 6/3/98. Corpus Christi Carol: This was tabbed by Jake Leach after I said I didn't want to tab it out. Thanks to Jake, and to Rohan who forwarded it to me after I couldn't find where I filed it. No chord chart, just a tab, uploaded 6/3/98. Eternal Life: Woo-hoo!! Done! 15/12/97 Dream Brother: OK, finally got a chord chart happening, along with the tab!

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The unreleased originals -- Two out of three ain't bad!

What Will You Say: A full-blown tab now, to accompany the chord chart! (15/4/98) Woke Up In A Strange Place: Same deal as above -- you get chords, you get a tab, you get a set of steak-knives... (15/4/98) Mood Swing Whiskey: This one is still messing with my head. Bear with me....

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The cover versions -- Four new chord charts.

Kick Out The Jams: played at every gig!! Kanga-Roo: The old Big Star classic, a live staple for JB and band. I Know It's Over: from the MC5 to the Smiths! Probably done to confuse Henry Rollins... *chuckle* Curtains: Would you believe an Elton John song? From a solo gig on New Year's Eve, 1995. If You See Her Say Hello: A Dylan song occasionally covered, a chart to appear soon I hope.

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