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thepigeonhasapen · 1 year

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Fandom: Obey Me: Shall We Date?

Warnings: Violence, Injury

Relationships: Mammon & Lucifer

Major Characters: Mammon, Lucifer

Additional Tags: Demon Summoning, Cults, Stabbing, Threats Of Violence, Actual Violence, Blood, Texting, Protective Lucifer

Summary: Mammon is caught in a summoning circle. Will Lucifer be able to rescue his brother in time?

He could feel the other patrons of the cafe giving him weird looks but fuck ‘em! He was The Great Mammon and he didn’t give a hoot about what they felt. Haha, look at that dough! He’d be absolutely rolling in it! Mammon took Goldie out of his pocket and kissed her.

"Carry the seven… add the one there… oh, can’t forget about that modeling gig next week! And that all adds up to…” Mammon appraised the napkin he’d scribbled his calculations on and grinned. “That’s right, baby! Look at that profit!”

“Aren’t you excited? I’ll have lots of money to put in you soon, my precious girl.” He cooed. He was careful when he tucked her back into his jacket, patting his pocket to make sure she was nice and secure. Goldie wouldn’t be going missing on his watch.

Mammon hummed happily and drained the rest of his coffee. Cheerily, he paid the check and floated outside on cloud nine. He spread his arms as he stepped out from the doorway, feeling the sun glowing warm on his face. What a nice day. You could do anything on this kind of day! You could go down to the track and bet on the horses! You could go to the casino! You could- Mammon cut the thought off by yawning loudly. You could go home and take a nice nap. Suddenly, that was sounding like the best idea of all. Weird, though. He hadn’t been even a little sleepy ten minutes ago and he could have sworn he’d slept well last night. Oh well. Nothing a good power nap couldn’t cure.

He made it halfway down the street before the fuzziness in his head turned into spinning and he tumbled to the ground. As his vision faded to black, it dimly occurred to Mammon that maybe today wasn’t looking so good after all…

Mammon wrinkled his nose and groaned. Why were all the lights on? He was sleeping damnit! Drowsily mumbling all sorts of curses, he curled up into a tighter ball, burying his face in his arms. The floor wasn’t all that comfy but he’d slept in worse places and- hey, wait a minute. The floor!? What the hell was he doing on the floor?

Mammon’s eyes snapped open. He was… oh. Oh dear. That wasn’t good at all.

He was inside some sort of cabin, lit by the dim glow of dozens of candles. As he followed the pools of light, his eyes lit on the intricate designs drawn onto the floor in chalk. A summoning circle. Shit. No wonder he felt so weak. He looked around the room a little more and saw, almost invisible in the darkness, three hooded figures. …Cultists. Great. This day just kept getting better and better.

Mammon stood up and crossed his arms, trying to mask his shakiness. It was like all his energy had been drained away and even now it was a struggle to stay on his feet.

“Alright, now I’m sure you guys didn’t know what you were doin’ so just this once, I’ll go easy on ya. Let me out of this circle right now and I won’t kill you all in horrifyingly painful ways.”

None of them moved.

“I’m serious, you know! It’ll be really bad! I’ll rip you apart and stuff!”

Good job! That should have them shaking in their boots! But… they were still staring at him without moving. Mammon shifted uncomfortably. “H-Hey! Don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you!”

“Oh my god.” One of them whispered. “It’s a real ghost!”

“I’m a what?” Mammon scowled. “I’m a demon, idiot! Not a ghost! A demon! How stupid can you be?”

“It hears us.” The second said softly.

“It!? I’m not an it!”

“Don’t speak.” The third snapped. “Just do as you’re supposed to.”

“Right.”

“Sorry.”

Silently, their robes rustling against the floor, they approached him. Hastily, Mammon took a step back. “H-Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

But they weren’t speaking anymore. Metal glinted in the candlelight and Mammon’s heart stuttered in his chest. They all had knives. Mammon scrambled backwards but there was nowhere to go. His back pressed against the wall of the summoning circle.

“Stop it! Get away from me! I could kill you all easy as snapping my fingers! I’m just choosing not to right now because ya know, I’m nice like that. But I’m warning you! Not another step!”

He could feel his pulse rushing through his veins. He felt as weak as a newborn rabbit, his legs trembling as he fought to keep himself on his feet. As they crossed the threshold over the chalk, Mammon’s knees buckled and he fell to the ground with a thud. Fear curled in the pit of his stomach. Could a human kill him like this? He didn’t know and he didn’t want to find out. His palms pressed flat against the slick surface of the barrier cast by the summoning circle.

“Knock it off! Right now! Last chance!”

The leader of the trio dropped to the floor, straddling Mammon’s hips. Mammon tried to push him away, but his efforts were futile, weak as a lamb. Whatever this spell was, it was powerful. Mammon screamed as the knife plunged into his belly. Pain jolted up his abdomen in a searing white burst. The blade rasped against his insides as it came out and Mammon curled up into a ball, his hands clamped to his belly. His blood, the black ichor that flowed through the veins of demons, seeped through his fingers, hot and sticky. He could feel his pulse under his fingertips.

The three humans stepped back, falling to their knees and bowing their heads in silent prayer. Mammon moaned. He needed… he needed… he didn’t know. His head was spinning. His mind felt fuzzy. He rolled over, trying to find relief for his pain and something clattered to the floor. His brow furrowed. That sounded important. More on reflex than active decision, he opened his eyes. His D.D.D had fallen out of his pocket… His D.D.D!

Mammon reached for it weakly. It had skittered just out of his reach and he could almost touch it. His fingernails caught the edge of the case and he was almost… almost… there! Ha! Now please don’t look up, humans. Please just be occupied by your culty shit.

His vision was blurry and his hands shook with blood loss and it took him far too many tries to type in his password. His own black blood smeared across the screen as he shakily typed out a text message.

>Help

The D.D.D slipped from his fingertips. He was too weak to hold it up anymore. Lucifer was always by his phone. He should be okay. Unless… Lucifer didn’t take him seriously. Unless Lucifer thought he was joking. He- he wouldn’t do that, would he? Sure, Mammon joked around a little too much sometimes but his big brother would come for him. Right? Lucifer would find him. Lucifer would always find him.

As the minutes ticked by Mammon’s vision became foggier and foggier and his eyes drifted shut. He felt tears begin to well under his eyelids. He didn’t deserve to die. Or maybe he did. Maybe this was karma catching up to him for all the shit he’d pulled. Maybe this was just what became of demons. But he didn’t want to die. God, he didn’t want to die. He just wanted to go home.

Distantly, he heard the sounds of screaming, of crunching bone, of bodies breaking. Mammon opened his eyes.

“Lucy…” He whispered.

His very own angel of death. Six black-feathered wings, eyes that burned with hate. A strength that didn’t seem to match his slender frame when he scooped Mammon up into his arms.

“You came…”

“Hush. You’ve lost a lot of blood.” Lucifer chastened.

Mammon couldn’t argue that. He leaned against his brother’s chest, finally allowing himself to slip into unconsciousness. Lucifer was here now. His big brother would always keep him safe.

Mammon woke up to the plush feeling of blankets wrapped around him. He was home, back in his own bedroom. He sat up carefully, feeling the sting of the still healing wound pull at his belly. There was a thermos on his bedside table, along with a folded bit of paper. In black ink, Lucifer’s elegant handwriting scrawled across the page.

Stay in bed. Don’t make me come up there.

-L

Didn’t Mammon have just the sweetest brother?

#obey me #mammon #lucifer #brotherly love #platonic #whump #fanfic

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perenlop · 2 years

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this might be a little mean i guess but does anyone else not really understand the “history is repeating because belos’s brother fell in love with a witch again!” reasoning for hunter and willow

#idk it doesnt really feel the same to me? i cant explain it #part of it is i dont really like the ''hunter is just like caleb in that hes ALSO rebellious'' that the fandom and show kinda go for rn #bc i prefer clone storylines where they get to be their own person #could also be we dont know a ton about caleb himself tho but they dont really feel the same #from the photos it looks like caleb was a kind caring older brother figure that belos looked up to and wanted to emulate #whereas the grimwalkers are made to obey phillip's every word and HES the one who calls the shots and theyre not equals #and there isnt that brotherly connection. just control and manipulation #and then theres also the fact that hunter was raised to believe he was a witch #and doesnt know hes trying to hurt witches #there isnt that backstory of being a leader your brother looks up to only to fall for the very witch you hunted #(yeah he wanted willow to join the ec but to his knowledge it wouldnt kill her and in fact he thought it was for the best at first)#but anyways hunter isnt defying anybody or any beliefs by falling for a witch. hes just. falling for a witch #idk! im just not piecing the parallel together here it feels very much like a stripped down concept to me #echoed voice #and hes not even inherently betraying belos in any way by liking her. hes not ''defying'' his humanity bc he isnt human #and doesnt even believe hes human. its not against any rule belos set to like willow.#hes not falling for someone who's species he hated or trying to use her to get belos to change.#its just. ''hey caleb's clone is also in love w a witch'' which. idk feels inevitable if hes raised to believe hes a witch and is surrounded #by other witches like it doesnt have that same feeling as caleb

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leonideez · 11 months

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So i have this brotherly obey me headcannon that i need everyone to hear

So we all know Levi has his gaming marathons and nobody dares disturb him

and we all know when Belphie sleeps he often gets disturbed

so when Levi is setting up for a marathon he’ll message Belphie and have him sleep in his room with him because he’s quiet and doesn’t bother Levi.

it’s like a mutual agreement to not tell anyone to.

i love the brothers relationships :,)

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me x you #obey me leviathan #obey me levi fluff #obey me belphegor

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irishmammonagenda · 2 months

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How I Think The Obey Me Boys Would React to The Rumours™️

Summary: Rumours have been floating around the Devildom. Rumours about a certain Angel and Sorcerer...how will the demon brothers react? Word Count: haha great question Content Warnings: probably just swearing tbh Disclamer: This will probably not make a lot of sense unless you've read this fic here for context, but ykw life doesnt make sense you do you <3

[dateables & co version]

post dividers by @cafekitsune their post dividers r really cool check them out! (also sorry for the tag!!)

You had left the Sorcerers' Society feeling quite flustered, but also extremely pleased with yourself. Take that Solomon. You grin. In all the excitement of the following days, you'd forgotten about the rumour you had accidentally spread around the Devildom. Perhaps you shouldn't've pretended to be Archangel Michael to gain entry....

💙💙LUCIFER💙💙

When Lucifer heard the news from Beel, he was in the student council room, he turnt his D.D.D off and just placed his head in his hands.

Was this some elaborate scheme by Solomon to gain a pact with him?

Lucifer wasn't sure he even wanted to know.

Sighing; he pulled on his coat and traversed to Purgatory Hall where Michael was staying.

"Michael." The Avatar of Pride stood leaning against the kitchen counter, everyone else in Purgatory Hall was at RAD, so the Angel and Demon were alone. "Oh Jesus Christ!" The Angel in question brings a hand to his heart in mock dramatics, "Warn a guy next time Lucikins!" "..." The Silence was palpable. "...Lucikins?" Lucifer gritted out, his eye twitching. "Michael. This is not the time for your games. I am the Avatar of Pride and a Prince of Hell, show me some respect." Michael merely raised an arched eyebrow, a shit-eating grin on his face as he quickly closed the distance between them, pulling the Avatar of Pride into an ironclad headlock, bringing his other arm over with a clenched fist and messing up Lucifer's hair. "I'm sure you are Lucikins, but you're still my adorable little brother." Lucifer pushes his hands out in an attempt to get away, but even he had to admit, Michael had always been stronger than him. "Michael." The younger protests, "I swear to Lord Diavolo if you do not let me go, I will-" Michael interrupts him, pausing his brotherly tormenting to wipe a tear from his ruby red eyes. "-Ahh! You must've missed me so much, poor Wittle Wucifer! Always so heavy on the teenage angst!" Lucifer growled in a way too similar to Satan when he first fell. Like father, like son. "I don't have teenage angst. Now unhand me you bastard!" "Oh please! The amount of times I caught you in the Celestial Realm listening to My Chemical Romance and Panic at the Disco on repeat speaks for itself! And the eyeliner! Just because the others were too young to remember doesn't mean I was baby brother! Don't think I don't remember the wolf-cut!" Lucifer's eye twitches so hard he worries for his socket. He cab't even refute it. "You are two minutes older than me! And besides! I came here to talk about the rumours of you dating Solomon!" "The What." Michael immediately ceases all noogie-ing, his grip loose enough for Lucifer to slip through his arm. He scowls, smoothing the wrinkles from his suit and beginning to fix his hair. He moves a safe distance away from his older (estranged) brother. "The rumours of you showing up during a Sorcerers' Society meeting and making out with Solomon on his lap. Ring a bell?" Michael, for the love of him, just looks confused. "But I've never even-" He blinks slowly a few times. "I am going to kill MC." Lucifer, even with the ego bruising he had just endured, laughs, partly out of sheer relief, he doesn't want to imagine what a Solomon Michael duo could be capable of. But of course it was you. It always was.

💛💛MAMMON💛💛

HUH???!!!

This poor man's confusion is so strong.

He doesn't want to think about Michael's lovelife. Or Solomon's for that matter.

He immediately rushes to tell you.

"Oi! MC!" Mammon shoves his way into your room like he was auditioning for the walking dead, as per usual, he wasn't aware of the marvellous invention of knocking yet. You quickly closed you laptop lid, and placed the device down beside you on the bed, lest he saw the Archangel Michael/King Solomon 100k, Slowburn, Angst with a Happy Ending you were writing on HellO3. “Hi Mams!” Mammon scurries onto your bed like the floor is lava, resting his chin on your thigh and looking up at you with his usual puppy eyes. “Yer not gonna believe this MC.” He says seriously. "What's up?" You tilt your head, bringing a one of your hands to ruffle your First Man's hair, he leans into the touch happily before jumping up and acting like he wasn't. "Well, 'pparently Michael's after starting te date Solomon. Can ye believe it?" Mammon makes a face. "Michael...wi' Solomon...I don' wanna believe it...just...its mingin'..." You laugh nervously, "I don't think Michael's dating Solomon, Mams....someone must've uhh..." You hold in a laugh. "It's probably just a succubi or someone looking for chaos." Mammon nods seriously, laying his head back on your lap. "Yer prolly righ' MC." You pet his hair again, "Wanna watch a movie or something, Mams?" "Pffft- Of course ya would wanna watch a movie wi' the Great Mammon...alrigh' huma-...Angel...I'll allow it...!" He says with his usual bravado, it was almost convincing, if he hadn't nuzzled further into your hand, and he wasn't looking at you like you were the one reason his pulse was still going.

🧡🧡LEVIATHAN🧡🧡

He finds out after the first chapter to a certain Archangel Michael/King Solomon fanfic was published. Yes he is subscribed to your HellO3 account, and yes! he has emails turnt on.

What kind of person would he be if he didn't read his Henry's fanfics?!

He throws his phone across the room.

When he finally wills himself to get up and retrieve it, he takes a screenshot and starts texting you frantically.

You're lazing about on your bed dong nothing, you'd just posted the first chapter of THE FORBIDDEN FRUITS: A GAY ROMANCE STORY THAT TRANSCENDS REALMS five minutes previous when your DDD began vibrating at such a speed you almost made a very unfunny sex joke. You pick up your DDD and sure enough, its Levi, heh; so he is subscribed to your HellO3 account! Leviachan <3: MC WHAT IS THIS NDVNRO DID YOU WRIT E FNAFICTION AOBOUT MCIAHEL AND SOLOMOMN You grinned. You: Fnaf fiction? Good idea for an AU! Leviachan <3: VFIBNODNORNGVNO MC IM LOOKING ON FORUMS WDYM THERES A RUMOU R ABORUT SOLOMON AND MICHAEL DATING You: In my defense, it was Solomon's fault. There's no response for 10 minutes, until your DDD pings again. Leviachan <3: Why is the fanfic good Leviachan <3: I MEAN OFC ITD BE GOOD, YOU WROTE IT BUT Leviachan <3: ITS SO Leviachan <3: THE CHARACTERS ARE SO COMPELLING AND THE PLOT IS SO GOOD RJRGNVDON Leviachan <3: AND THE TENSION??!! You grinned, you could always count on your Lord of Shadows to hype up your degenerate fanfics. You: thanks <3 satan's helping me write it, wanna help? Leviachan <3: I don't think I could write as good as you guys, im just a stinky smelly worthless otaku :( You: nuhuh. >:( Leviachan <3: But if you wanted... I could maybe beta-read??? You: OFC YOU CAN LEVI TANK YOU <33333 Leviachan <3: Haha tank LMAO ROFL You: I can never mispell anything around anyone in this house You kicked your feet like a catholic school girl holding hands with a boy for the first time in her life, knowing Levi probably was too.

💚💚SATAN💚💚

This man has a web of connections.

He found out almost as soon as the rumour started.

Like Mammon, he immediately finds you to tell you

Unlike Mammon, he actually knocks

granted he knocks for a second before just opening your door so he could've just not knocked and it would've had the same affect.

"Hello MC" "Mornin' Satie...What time's it?" You rub your eyes tiredly, having just woken up from a nap, you sit up and blink at him slowly with sleepy eyes. Satan can't stop himself from cooing, he movies towards your bed and ruffles your hair like you're a cat, you lean into the touch. "Sorry for waking you, dear..." You yawn. "You're fine Satie...what'd you need?" "Have you heard the rumours that Michael and Solomon are secret lovers-" Suddenly you're wide awake. "Oh no. Oh no no no." Satan raises a brow, "What's wrong, MC?" You grin sheepishly, "I maybe might've accidentally not on purpose started that rumour?..." Satan laughs in your face. Handsome bastard. "It's not funny!" "It is a little funny..." You gasp, eyes lighting up mischievously, "We should write a fanfic!" Satan tilts his head, "And why would we do that?" "Because the world deserves a Slowburn Michael x Solomon fic?" "Nope." "Pleaseee Satan! I'll pay you!" "Nope." "It'll annoy Luci?" "Tempting..." "I'll give you a kiss?" "I'm in. Let's write the best Michael x Solomon the Devildom's ever seen." You shake Satan's hand. Maybe you should've been reincarnated as a demon.

🩷🩷ASMODEUS 🩷🩷

Finds out through one of his gossip circles relatively fast.

He wants to get more details so he can tell you later! <3

By far one of the more supportive brothers

So he finds Solomon, who knows maybe he could give some advice!

Michael was strange, but he was always nice to Asmo growing up in the celestial realm, he might as well make sure one of his best friends is treating his former brother right <3

"Hiya Sol!~" Asmo smiles excitedly, pulling the sorcerer in for a hug, pouting when he pulled away again. "I cant believe you never told me! Ugh~...you must've been scared I wouldn't accept you!~ Poor thing...~" Solomon blinks slowly, his usual shit-eating grin replaced with pure confusion, lost in his own rant, Asmo doesn't notice. "Well! You have my blessing!~" "For what?" "For your relationship with Michael, silly!~" Asmo giggles, Solomon takes a deep breath. "For my what." A pause pauses all sound for a moment, only for a moment, before like all other moments, they begin the cycle of movemnt again. Solomon nods rather calmly, "Maybe I shouldn't have turnt MC into a sheep....or maybe I should do it again as payback...." He says to himself Asmo sighs, so it was just a rumour then....

He does still post a link to your fanfic on his Devilgram story, because he's so supportive! <3

No one tell Michael, or Lucifer pretty please

❤️❤️BEELZEBUB❤️❤️ & 💜💜BELPHEGOR💜💜

Being a member of the Anti-Lucifer League, Satan told Belphie who told Beel after taking a nap.

Beel, being the absolute legend that he is didn't really have any opinions on it. As long as they're happy :)

Belphie sits in on the fanfic plot planning sessions you and Satan host, with Beel sometimes joining and giving surprisingly interesting plot twists.

Belphie cackles when Beel tells Lucifer of the rumours, shortly before the first chapter of Forbidden Fruits is published.

Satan and You stand by the whiteboard in the attic, various spider diagrams and bullet points are written messily upon it, only this time, it's not a plan to 'prank' Lucifer. (Are they really pranks if they never succeed?) The sound of munching can be heard as Beel works away happily on a bag of crisps, offering everyone some as you work. "What if we made Solomon run after Michael in the rain." Belphie drawls out lazily, not even looking up from where he lies beside Beel. You stare at Belphie, "What is with you and the people chasing after people in the rain trope?" Belphie sticks his tongue out at you in response. Beel shakes his head. "That wouldn't be accurate. Michael hates getting his hair wet." Belphie smiles, "Good point Beel." Satan makes a sound of contemplation. "What if...we had Michael chase Solomon in the rain instead? The fact he hates getting his hair wet could show just how much he loves Solomon..." You laugh, imagining the scene in your head. "But why is Michael chasing Solomon?" Belphie smirks, "Because Michael said something bad about humans during a fight, Solomon got upset and ran like a maiden." Beel stops munching on his snacks, looking down approvingly at his twin. "That's really smart Belphie." "Thanks Beel." Belphie grins. "Yeah Belph, your angstiness is really paying off." You tease. "Oh shut up MC." He glares at you, but there's no real weight behind it. "Theyre right you know." Satan smirks. "I heard you blasting Paramore and MCR earlier." "Its good music!"Belphie says definsively. "Besides, it keeps me awake. Goodnight." He mutters, laying his head on his twins lap before closing his eyes. Five minutes of silence later, Beel opens his mouth, "He does wear eyeliner a lot when he's in our room y'know?" "Beel!" You and Satan laugh, Beel just smiles happily at everyone getting along. Belphie devises a plan to make you dream pigeons are going to take over the world tonight as payback.

im on a Lucifer being bullied by Michael spree rn 🧍‍♂️ also you can't convince me that Satan and Belphie aren't soso similar to Lucifer bc at the end of the day they're all just angsty emo teens <3

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itevilhag · 1 year

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your brother’s here | neteyam sully

neteyam x sister!reader | neteyam x twin!sister!reader

summary: a group of boys decided it would be fun to call you names, and your brother was not about to put up with it. but this leads to an arguement between a very protective brother and a guilt ridden sister.

word count: 702

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, FLUFF, brotherly love, mentions of bullying and physical violence (nothing in detail).

You were angry. Furious at your brother's utter stupidity. While both of them were bragging about beating the shit out of Ao’nung and his friends and Kiri scolding them from time to time, you remained silent, only focusing on the task at hand- tending to your eldest brother's wounds.

And as time went on, your silence became more and more noticeable to your siblings. And all of a sudden, none of them knew what to do. They looked at each other nervously, then at you. Your shoulders were tense. Your jaw clenched too tight, the unusual sharpness of your ears, and the slight flare of your nostrils that only Neteyam noticed. Gone was the liveliest of the Sully siblings because now she was replaced by a person they rarely get to see.

The uncomfortable silence suddenly broke when you applied too much pressure on the gash in his arm.

"Ow- Ow! It hurts!" Neteyam flinched away from you, but you kept your hold on his arm firm. You thought for a second that he deserved it for his sheer stupidity engaging into a fight with Ao'nung, but guilt immediately consumed you as that he would not be in this predicamanet if it wasn't for you. But your resolve did not falter.

"Kiri, Lo'ak can you please leave us for a moment?"

Kiri and Lo’ak froze at the tone of your voice. Firm and commanding, you sounded so much like your mother that it was enough to scare them into obeying.

"You are in so much trouble." Kiri snickered as she passed by Neteyam, who in turn only rolled his eyes.

Silence stretched between you and Neteyam. The waves crashing upon the shore and the crunching of healing herbs filled the gaps of silence, until-

“Little sister-” Neteyam started.

"Don't you little sister me-" you glared at him as your crushing of herbs came to a halt. "You of all people know better than instigating a fight!" you placed the now bowl of healing salve in front of you and carefully took your brothers arm in your hand and started applying the salve as gently as possible trying with every single bit of your being not to crige at the way he silently hisses everytime salve makes contact with his wound.

"And having a fistfight with the Olo’eyktan’s son? What were you thinking? Not to mention the fact that you and Lo’ak got hurt-"

"But still,” your angered exterior softened as you wrapped his arm in cloth. ”You shouldn't have. I could've handled it myself."

"He called you a freak, Y/N. He disrespected you." Neteyam hissed.

"And let you get hurt? No way! I'm your big brother. It's my job to protect you."

It’s my job to protect you.

His words echoed in your brain as your eyes wandered towards the bruise that blossomed on his cheek. The cuts across his skin. Every single one served as a reminder of what you did. And this was where you realized that your anger was not geared towards your brother but towards yourself. You were disappointed in yourself because you couldn’t protect him from getting beaten by those boys. If you weren’t so different, so unnatural, he wouldn’t have had to defend you. If it wasn’t for you, he would not be hurt.

You cast your head down in shame as tears broke through your eyes and a painful sob made its way past your lips. Neteyam immediately embraced you, and you clung to him like it was your last. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, and yours circled his waist.

"Hey, hey, it's not your fault," he whispered in comfort as he slowly pulled back to wipe the tears that had painted your cheeks with an arm still around your shoulder.

"But it is! If I was just normal like everyone else, no one would pick on me and you wouldn't have gotten hurt." you sobbed on his shoulder. "I curse Eywa for making me like this!"

Neteyam was stunned at the gravity of your words. "You don't mean that."

“You are not a freak, okay? You may be different from everyone else, but what you are is not a curse It is a gift.” your brother assured you with a small smile. “You can talk to animals for Eywa's sake! Who else can do that? No one, but you can. Isn't that cool?" he marveled with a laugh.

You chuckled wetly against his shoulder with a light shrug. "It kinda is."

"So, I will not let anyone make you feel otherwise. No one gets to talk to my sister like that, ever. Okay?"

You smiled up at him. "Okay."

"Thank you," you whispered.

“Don’t worry about it, sis,” he replied as he planted a kiss on your temple.

"Just don't get hurt again, skxawng." your voice may have sounded sharp, but Neteyam knew that they carried no heat. It only made him chuckle.

"There is my little sister."

#neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x sister!reader #neteyam imagine #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar imagine

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