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peacelovepandora · 1 year

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The Nightmare

Jake Sully x Daughter!Reader

NOTE : This takes place before Kiri and Tuktirey, so the reader is Jake's youngest child and only daughter.

You let out a gasp as you sat up. Blinking your eyes, you frantically scanned your surroundings, still caught in the horrific state of your nightmare. However, as your eyes adjusted, you were met with a view of your family--your father, mother, and two older brothers.

The five of you had been sleeping in one giant pile, a comforting habit that you'd grown accustomed to. Your father, Jake, who was at the bottom of the pile, had a loose grip on Neteyam, who was sleeping at the top of the hammock, near his head. Your mother, Neytiri, held your other brother, Lo'ak, to her chest as she rested her head on Jake's chest. Jake's other arm was loosely wrapped around Neytiri and resting on your back.

After releasing another breath, you looked up. Though it was the middle of the night, the forest looked more alive than ever. You could hear the quiet chirps of nocturnal creatures that thrived alongside the glowing plants. You caught sight of a few fan lizards, gliding past your hammock, paying no mind to your sleeping family. Usually, you would find comfort in this view. However, still shaken from the horrors of your dream, you found yourself struggling to calm your breath.

"Mm." The low hum startled you, causing you to whip your head around to face your family. Jake stirred as his hand gently rubbed your back. When he felt the absence of your head on his chest, his eyes snapped open. You caught his gaze and relief filled his expression. However, it was quickly replaced with confusion and concern.

"Y/N?" he whispered, raising his hand from your back to cup your cheek, "Babygirl, what's wrong? Why're you up?"

You forced a small smile on your face. "Hi Daddy," you whispered, making an affectionate smile cross his face, "Um . . . no reason. I'll go back to sleep."

His confused frown returned as you scooted forward, preparing to lay back down on his chest. His free hand moved from cupping your cheek to cupping your chin.

"Woah, there. Hang on, baby," he said, keeping his voice at a whisper, "Let me get a look at you."

You allowed him to tilt your head up. As you met his gaze, once again, you watched as his eyes scanned your face. His gaze landed just below your eyes before his thumb reached up to wipe one of your cheeks.

His eyes softened. "Have you been crying?"

You hadn't noticed your wet cheeks before now. Reaching up, you felt your other cheek before looking down at your hand. After processing your wet fingertips, you sniffed before wiping the remaining wetness away.

"I'm okay, Daddy," you replied softly, "I hadn't realized."

"Did you have a bad dream?" he asked, never ceasing from rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

You swallowed thickly, lowering your head. Trying to keep your tears at bay, you squeezed your eyes shut before nodding.

"Mhm," you whimpered as the lump in your throat grew thicker.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed as he prepared to sit up. However, he stopped his motions as he realized Neytiri was laying on him.

Acting slowly, he gingerly removed his arm from around Neteyam before aiding himself with removing Neytiri's head from his chest. He padded her face with his palm as he placed her head on the hammock. Once free, he finally turned his attention back to you.

Opening his arms, he motioned for you to come to him. "C'mere, baby."

You shook your head, wiping your eyes. "I don't wanna be a crybaby, like Lo'ak said."

Jake chuckled softly before deciding to go over to you. As he scooted over, closing the distance between the two of you, you looked up at him. Looking down at you, he tilted his head as a tender smile pulled at his lips. He could still see you, as an infant, looking up at him as he cradled you to his chest. The adoring gaze of his baby girl hadn't changed.

He reached out before lifting you onto his lap. "You're not a crybaby, sweetheart. I promise," he began, "I want you to always come to me when something's wrong. You got that?"

You nodded, wiping your eyes again.

"Now," he continued softly, lifting you to a standing position before holding your waist, "You wanna tell me about this dream of yours?"

When you looked away, he tilted his head before cupping your cheek, turning your head to face him again. "Hm?"

"Sky people came," you whispered, leaning into Jake's hand, "and we had to fight. But we got separated and I couldn't find you, Daddy."

As your emotions began to bubble up, once again, Jake tsked sympathetically before pulling you close.

"I couldn't find you and I was all by myself--"

"Shhh, babygirl," he hushed you, cupping the back of your head, "It was only a dream. It's all just in your head."

Visions from the vivid dream plagued your mind, making you squeeze your eyes shut and hold your hands to your ears. As you began shaking all over, Jake tightened his grip on you and pulled you back down to his lap.

His paternal instincts strengthened as he felt your panic. "Hey, hey now, shhhh," he hushed you, eyeing you in concern as your breath grew shallow, "Hey, baby, it's alright. It's all alright."

Jake adjusted your position, trying to find the best way to hold you. He racked his brain for memories of your past breakdowns. What comforted you the most?

When no definite answers came, he decided to revert back to what he knew best--the first thing he ever did with you. Pulling you closer, he wrapped an arm behind your back before scooping his other arm beneath your knees. A minor gasp left your lips as you were pulled to his chest.

As he cradled you, comfort washed over your body as you were taken back to being an infant. Blinking up at him, your cries grew quieter as he began rocking you.

"Shhhhhh," he hushed you, smiling softly at your slightly startled expression.

As he rocked you, your cries turned to whimpers, and your whimpers turned to sniffles. Jake remained attentive, never taking his gaze off of his youngest kin.

"This is for babies, Daddy," you mumbled, feeling yourself growing tired.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. "Who said you ever stopped being my baby?"

When your eyelids began to droop, you blinked rapidly, fighting to keep them open. Seeing this, Jake chuckled softly.

"Stop rocking me. You're making me tired again," you whispered, struggling to keep your eyes open.

Jake smiled softly, never ceasing his movements. "That's the idea."

"I don't," you began, yawning in the middle of your sentence, "I don't wanna go back . . . to sleep . . . another bad dream."

He silenced your quiet protests with a kiss on the forehead. "Just close your eyes, babygirl. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

In a final act of defiance, you put up one last fight keep your eyes open. Tilting his head, Jake slowed his rocking movements, intensifying the effects of lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids finally dropped closed and didn't open again. Jake smiled, leaning forward to place one more kiss on your forehead.

"Always my little baby girl, no matter how old you get."

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bonny-kookoo · 11 months

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Jungkook

𝐄𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Pull Me Closer

Every year, he joins the old tradition of traveling, where his ancestors have once ruled the skies. Every year, he meets familiar faces and new ones he's never seen before. Every year, he watches how his brothers find their mates, build their families, and introduce new generations to stories as old as time. But this year, something might be different. This year, there's you - a treasure worth more than he could ever offer.

Tags/Warnings: Dragon!Jungkook, strangers to lovers/mates, mentions of folklore and traditions, modern fantasy, romance, human?Reader, Fluff, Courting, MC kinda wary of kook at first, but he's cute give him a chance pls

Additional Chapter Warnings: tensioooon, the hunt is near, some steamy action that made me hit my desk

Length: short, tumblr hates long evocation updates for some reason

A/N: There is no taglist. I continue to force you to eat the dragon!kook meal, so you better finish your plate or there wont be any dessert. Also there is no taglist.

-> Masterlist

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It's hot this year.

You're usually not this bold with your choice of clothing, but the heat pretty much forces you to dress a bit more revealing as to not overheat- simply summer dress and underwear already feeling as if it's too much under the blazing sun. It makes most dragonkins laze around and bathe in the warmth of the giant star up in the sky, soaking up the sunlight as if they're some cold-blooded lizard recharging their energy and upping their body temperature.

It's funny how some instincts never leave, even if your body isn't the same anymore.

According to legends and some research, dragonkin had been, at some point, actual dragons- their blood slowly becoming less and less pure as they began to fall in love with the human kind. Their bodies changed, becoming less distinguishable from one another, as nowadays, only little hints remain in their visual appearance. It's honestly best seen in Jungkook, as you watch him push his hair back out of his eyes, beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. He's tall, muscular but not too much so, with sharp eyes and traditional ink underneath the skin of his arm. It's not too different from a regular human- it's more so the way he carries himself, the way his instincts seem to lead him.

And yes- he's also got that very distinctive spot on the back of his neck- similar to you, and all of the other dragonkin around.

It's called a dragon's burn- a story as old as time saying that it's the soul of the last living dragon-mother burning her mark into the skin of a newborn, so she can still find her children amongst the humans. And while there's no actual proof or rather explanation from science as to why this mark appears or how it forms, its also said to determine one's personality and future, depending on it's shape, size, and position.

You've got your eyes closed as you soak up the sun as well now- dragonkin practically immune to sunburns, which is another thing that's still being researched. You're softly swinging from side to side in the hammock, one leg dangling out when you notice steps coming closer. By now, you're not worried about it anymore- it can really only be one person seeking you out.

He's not talked to you since you'd offered him the bracelet- you wonder if he still wears it.

There's a hand around your ankle, and your eyes open at that as you watch him, his gaze on you. He's looking at you a little differently today- not so bold anymore, not as fierce as usual. There's a certain softness to his eyes that you've not seen before- but you feel oddly comforted by it, as his fingers run over the soft skin of your leg. It's now that you notice the bracelet still hanging around his wrist, securely tied as if he didn't even think about how to open that knot ever again.

Maybe because he really doesn't intend to do so.

"You make me want to join you." He chuckles, watching as you stretch your arms above your head before relaxing again.

"I doubt the hammock can hold both of our weights." You respond, and he grins.

"If Yoongi and his mate can have sex on this thing, I'm sure it can handle us both simply cuddling on it." he comments, and at that you shoot upright into a sitting position.

"On this thing?!" you ask, scandalized, and he can't help but laugh openly about your face full of shock. It's a nice laugh- it's free, open, honest. You like it.

"I don't think it was this specific one." He reassures. "Or maybe. They probably cleaned it though, don't worry." He says, before he holds onto it, making you lean back as to not be forced too close to him.

"I- did not agree to the cuddling part though.." You stammer as he climbs in without really asking any further, moving around and boldly using his strength to push and move you into a comfortable position in his arms- and despite your vocal protest, you can't help but scoot a little bit closer than he'd placed you, leaning halfway on his body as he chuckles.

"Well it sure doesn't feel like you're too upset over it though." He offers, and you're quiet- because you're not sure what to say. It takes a moment or two before you point towards the bracelet around his wrist- his hand on his chest close to you as you tap one of the wooden beads.

"M' sorry about that one, by the way." You mumble disappointed.

"Why?" He asks, genuine surprise in his voice. "Did you not want to give it to me?" He worries, but you shake your head.

"No, I wanted to.. you know, give you something." You shrug. "But this thing sucks. It looks awful." You say, and his hand instead reaches out to hold yours now, thumb running over the back of your palm.

"It's made by you." He offers. "You've put effort into it, and I appreciate that." He tells you, and you shrug.

"You can be honest." You say. "It looks-"

"Like a gift given to me by my future mate." He says, and at that you freeze. It's the first time he openly calls you a future mate- even though he's not given you anything in return yet. "Let's not dwell on it for now, okay?" He asks, and you shrug. "Let's just exist for a moment. I just want to hold you." He says, and at that, you nod, before you lean in closer.

Soaking up both the sun- and the warmth of his skin and body next to yours.

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The first preparations for the festivities are in full force, but tonight, things are still calm and easy.

Some are still hammering together the stages and booths, nails hit into wood in a steady rhythm, while others have gone to bed early. You yourself are still sitting outside- air cool now, refreshing as some insects chirp somewhere in the distance.

In a way, you dread the next two days. Because it'll be the last, and then you'll be back in the loud, bustling city full of noise and stress.

Someone sits next to you on the edge of the stage, a sigh escaping him as he looks at what you're watching. "It's nice like this." He comments, nodding to himself. You nod as well.

"I don't want to go home yet." You mumble almost more to yourself than anyone else- but he still hears you.

"You don't have to- not yet." He tries to lift your mood. It works only a little. "Dont let the thoughts of what's to come ruin what you've got right now. That's what my mom always says." He playfully shoves his shoulder against yours. "But- that's not actually why I wanted to see you." He suddenly says, jumping down from the edge of the stage, pulling something from the pocket of his pants. It jungles distinctively- a high sound indicating a small bell of some sorts, and his hands are almost hesitant as his fingers wrap around your bare ankle.

"Dont think I've forgotten.." he starts, and you can't help the goosebumps that erupt from the way his hands pull you closer by your leg. "...or that I have chosen someone else.." he tells you, gaze sharp and fierce again as he watches your every reaction from his position. He reveals the delicate, silver anklet that he's got, wrapping it around before he uses a small pair of pliers to bend close one of the chain links.

There's no way for you to take it off now without breaking it. A silent offering that also showes his urge to make sure you know that his decisions are final. That he stands by this gesture, by his words, his choice.

And he's choosing you.

"Thats cheating." You tease. "You're making the hunt easy on yourself." You jab at him jokingly. "Scared you won't catch me without the help or a bell around my leg?" You ask, tilting your head innocently while he leans down to kiss the side of your knee- and action that makes your breath hitch a little, something that doesn't go unnoticed as the corners of his lips lift.

"Oh, that bell isn't for me." He chuckles, hands at the very edge of the hem of your dress, never daring to go any higher. "Its so everyone else knows to stay away from you, because you'll be mine." He says.

"Bold." You just tell him, as he helps you down from the edge of the stage and into his arms, before he cages you in with your back against the wooden front of the structure, arms on either side of you.

"How could I not be?" He wonders, looking down at you, eyes jumping from your lips to your eyes. "I've got to be, considering all the others who lick their lips after you."

You scoff. He tilts his head for a second in confusion.

"You don't believe me?" He asks, and you shrug, looking away- but he doesn't have it, pulls your face back with his hand on your chin- before said hand moves to hold your cheek instead, an awfully tender gesture from the otherwise rather rough dragonkin. "You've got no idea how much you're desired."

"I'm not, really." You deny, but he instead leans in to nose at your neck, breathing in your scent. "Except, maybe by you." You try and joke, but you can instead feel his grin against your neck as he places an almost teasing kiss close to your dragon's-burn on the back of your neck.

"That you are." He affirms. "I desire you a lot. Not just.. physically though." He explains.

"Huh?" You stupidly sigh, unable to think straight under his ministrations.

"I desire all of you." He tries to explain. "I want to hear what worries you, what you think of, what you believe you can't tell anyone else. I want to know what makes you happy, what gets you excited, what makes you sad." He rambles, leaning his head on your shoulder now, lips tenderly kissing the tip of it. "I don't just want your body." He says. "I want you."

"Jungkook-" you sigh, and he can't help but laugh boyishly to himself.

"I love the way you say my name." He chuckles. "I love that you say my name." He clarifies, and you can't help but smile as well now, butterflies no longer being ignored now as they flutter in your heart at his clear display of affection.

You've never been desired like that. Wanted. Almost needed, in a way.

"Tomorrow." He reminds you, leaning away from you again. "Tomorrow, you'll be mine." He tells you.

"I won't make it easy." You threaten playfully, and he grins.

"And I wouldn't want you to, either." He responds before you both part ways-

Barely sleeping as the excitement sets in.

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