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teyamsatan · 1 year

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This one is a bit smutty...Just a little lol. But !

Okay ! Imagine Neteyam being passed the title as the new olo'eyktan (Just to say that I have no idea when it is done. Like at a certain age or if mate is preg ? I don't know :P)

Him being very very stressed and all. So... they haven't been doing it for a moment (He's not really it the mood). And like one time, in the middle of the night he wakes up with a huge and hard one (He tries to ignore it but of course it doesn't work). He's like really needy and desperate to relief himself but for some reason he refuses to do it alone. Shortly after his mate wakes up because she feels him moving on the mat and hears muffled breathings (panting). And the rest is up to you !

It's kinda kinky haha :× Some slight subby Nete and maybe soft dom in the end :3

Anyways have sweet dreams tonight 💕🌌😴🌙And love your writing ! Muah*

this kinda got away from me hahahah

thank you bby, i really loved this actually! hope you enjoy x

wc: 1.8k words

warnings: smut (p in v, oral - m receiving, squirting, switch!Neteyam, overstimulation, choking) 18+ minors DNI

After some 20 years of incredible rule, it was finally time for Jake to step down as Olo'eyktan. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of going on, it was that it was more and more obvious by the day that Neteyam was ready. He was ready to step in his father's shoes, he was ready to fulfil the destiny that he was born into, that he had worked for tirelessly, every day of his 20 year long life. His father had no doubt in his mind that he would be the best clan leader the Omatikaya had ever seen, a sentiment shared among most of the villagers.

You were incredibly proud of your mate. He was the youngest Olo'eyktan the Omatikaya ever had, and he was more than raising to the challenge. It was an honour to be his mate, it was a privilege watching him be the person you always knew he was, the leader everyone had reason to look up to, the man of your dreams.

Unfortunately, the praise, the title and the status also came with so much burden, so much stress and responsibility, it was hard for either of you to keep up, hard for him to navigate, to find a balance. So recently, Neteyam has been distant and withdrawn, burying himself in work and strategies, being the first one to rise and the last one to sleep. He wanted to be a good leader, and he believed that a good leader should be an example for his people, should be the one that works the hardest, should be the one that continuously strives to be better and do better for his clan.

You barely saw him anymore, much less spent time with him, felt him, touched him, had him. You refused to intervene, though. Neteyam was a well of depth sometimes even you weren't capable enough to swim in, and you knew that when he was ready to talk to you, to let you in, he would. He always did, eventually. He just needed time.

Neteyam was exhausted. Turns out he owed his dad a million apologies for all the times he thought him cold, or unwieldy, or detached from reality or his family. Turns out he was just worried, and stressed and feeling the overbearing weight of so many lives depending on him to lead, to choose, to make the best decisions, and that was no easy task. Neteyam missed you. He felt guilt and sadness enwrap him tightly at the thought. He's always had time for you. You were his priority always, and yet he knew he didn't make good on that recently.

You have always been so in love with each other, so obsessed with each other, so into each other that the rest of the world felt middling and insignificant by comparison. Neteyam could pinpoint the stars in the sky in your eyes, the thrill of tumultuous waters in the colour of your skin, the bioluminescent beauty of Pandora in your eyes, the transcending comfort of the earth in the colour and feel of your hair. You were his world. You encapsulated everything he loved about it, about life, and he loved you, he needed you, he craved you more than he'd ever be able to describe.

The thought of you as he drifted off to sleep led him to dream about you, his mind transposing him to a reality he desired desperately, but which time didn't allow at the moment. He felt you, your taut, lean body writhing underneath him as his hands trailed it hungrily, as his lips claimed your mouth, as he took orgasm after orgasm, the lewd sounds escaping you music to his ears. The dream dissipated slowly, much to his disappointment, leaving him a panting mess, his cock twitching, hurting against his now too-tight loincloth.

"Fuck."

You were fast asleep in Neteyam's arms, your soft, steady breaths the only thing that could be heard in your shared tent. Your ass was pressed snugly against Neteyam's groin, furthering his pain and incessant need to just take you and fuck you until you both passed out in exhaustion, blissfully spent.

The sound of quiet moans woke you up from your dream-filled slumber, wet dreams haunting your mind recently, the only way you got to experience the release you needed desperately. Your eyes widened slightly when you realised the dream spilled onto your reality, and the sounds came from your mate, who seemed like he was in pain. You turned around hurriedly, only to find him sprawled on his back, long slender fingers wrapped around his thick length. The heat you felt within your womb spread like wildfire all within you, awakening your senses and focusing them on him, on his beautiful face contorted in pain, on his pheromones that inundated your nostrils, on the way the pronounced veins running down his arm were more accentuated with the grip he had on his cock, and God, what an incredible sight that was. Your mouth filled with saliva taking it all in, at the memories of all the times his dick made you see stars, at the thought of how he would again tonight, after so long of being without it. He was a god among men, and you had him. You owned him. Maybe it was time he was reminded of it.

"Neteyam... if you needed help, all you had to do was ask."

His moans increased in volume as you wrapped your fingers around him and started pumping him with slow, languid motions. He was rock hard under your touch, white liquid pooling at the tip, and you couldn't help but accept the silent invitation, bringing your lips to it and kissing him softly, throbbing deep inside of you at the way he was coming apart at the seams around you.

"Baby, please..."

"Patience, my love."

You took as much of his impressive length in your mouth as you could, feeling him deep in your throat, eyes watering as the pressure made you gag slightly. You started a slow, purposeful bob of your head, taking your time, feeling every vein, every ridge, every striation of his cock, learning him by heart, imprinting him in your mind. You loved this man, and as much as you loved when he rutted into you like an animal in heat, there was nothing that compared to the thrill of the power that came with seeing him putty in your hands, in your mouth, in you. As the ache you felt continued to rear its ugly head, you let go of him with a small pop and straddled his thighs, aligning yourself easily and rubbing his tip in between your soaked folds, moaning at the contact, craving the way he filled you up in the way only he ever could.

Your synced gasps made your cunt clench around him as you lowered yourself slowly, until you bottomed out, until you could feel him deep in you, so deep that a small bump was formed in your abdomen, that you revelled at, that you wanted him to. You took his hand in yours and placed his palm on the spot, moaning at you started grinding on him leisurely.

"Feel that, my love? Feel how deep in me you are, how good you fill me up? I feel your cock in my guts, baby."

You felt the growl he released deep in your soul, its intensity leaving you breathless, and you allowed the feeling to overtake you, as the atmosphere in the room changed suddenly, and so did his demeanour. Your words snapped something in him, because his eyes darkened so much, you could barely see any discernable yellow in them anymore, and you barely registered the way he grabbed you roughly and flipped you until you were on your back, his cock still buried inside you. You gasped loudly at the way your body made contact with the ground and at his look, feral and untamed, and it would have scared you if it wasn't so fucking hot, so primal and raw, so erotic and so, so necessary. His hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed until there was no air in your lungs anymore, until your head went dizzy, until your insides churned in need.

"You make me fucking crazy. How did I go so long without your tight little cunt wrapped around my cock, huh?"

Without warning, he starts a ruthless pace, knocking you back with every animalistic thrust, keeping you in place roughly by your throat, until your cervix was battered and bruised, until you came around him once, twice, three times. You were crying from overstimulation, from the high of the intermittent asphyxiation, from how his brutal actions were antithetic to his gentle caress of your cheek or the occasional peck on the forehead in between orgasms.

"Neteyam, I can't anymore -"

"Yes, you can, my love. One more. Just one more and then you can sleep. You're doing so well for me, baby."

He brought a hand to your thighs, bringing them over his shoulders and the new angle was allowing him to drag his cock on your G-spot repeatedly, making your vision blurry and your core throb yet again, the familiar feeling pooling in you once more, more acute than any of the previous. His thumb was circling your clit, and the pressure was too much, it was so good, it was heaven and hell, it was everything and not enough.

"There you go, baby, I can feel you squeezing my cock again. You gonna milk me? You gonna be a good girl and take my cum, let me fill this pretty pussy up? Gonna smell like me for a whole week, huh?"

"Y-yes, fuck yeah!"

"You like having my cum drip down your thighs for all the village to see, huh? Like everybody knowing you're getting fucked by the Olo'eyktan?"

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at his words and you squirted all over your mate as the most intense orgasm you've ever had in your life washed over you, leaving you convulsing around him until your body was limp and your mind blank. He came with a moan, ropes of thick cum painting your pink walls and spilling down your ass and onto the fabric of your mat. He didn't pull out, not for a long time, collapsing on top of you instead, kissing your face and down your neck softly, like a whisper or warm hug. You loved how he was the best of both worlds, how he cherished you, how he always made sure you were ok, how he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, about how amazing you were, about how well you did for him, how you were his world and his brightest star, the love of his life, the best thing that has ever happened to him.

You were both spent and on the brink of sleep when you spoke serenely.

"So... did you only want to become Olo'eyktan so you can use that line on me or...?"

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mayhemories · 1 year

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Neteyam x reader dealing with the change between the forest and the reef. Fluff plssssssss but also kinda smutty.

I don't know how to describe it but can the reader want to mate with Neteyam bc they haven't yet and the reader doesn't know how to bring it up. and she is like worried about being a virgin

idk i cant stop thinking about Neteyam x reader sex on the beach

(doesn't have to be like actual smut if you are uncomfy)

What A Blessing

Oh, thank you so much for the request! I really enjoyed writing it. I hope I did it some kind of justice. I didn't commit to the smut in this part, but I was kinda envisioning a smutty pt 2. to this fic, so let me know if you'd want that <3

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar)

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: Spicy Fluff? Straight Fluff. Neteyam has 1 (one) dirty thought, god forbid, let him live. Reader has a chat about sex and mating.

Words: 2.6k

Author’s Notes:

Minors DNI (no smut explicitly but still not for you guys, okay?)

Listened to How Can I Make It OK? - Wolf Alice, nonstop writing this. So if you want the vibe, there it is.

Neteyam is 19, reader is 18/19, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tsireya are 17. Lil Tuk girl queen is the same age as the movie because I will protect her childhood.

Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!

Read below the cut:

Having Neteyam as your promised mate was a blessing. Having the security of someone so beautiful, strong and kind was priceless. A blessing. Having the Sully family as your fortress: Jake as your father-in-law and the Olo'eyktan, Neytiri as the mother you only ever dreamed of, Mo’at and all her teachings, the wisdom of the T’sahik that she instilled in you, for the future. Lo’ak as the annoying thorn in your side, but a thorn that opened your eyes to new sides of Pandora, nonetheless. Kiri as your sister in spirit, someone who felt Eywa like you did, someone who did not forget the power of her strength during hardships. And little Tuk, someone who made you laugh, and play and sparked the power of your imagination like it had been when you were little.

And of course, your beloved Neteyam. With his broad chest, and broader smile. Honey eyes that could spring from docile to alert and tracking in seconds. With his sweet laugh and sweeter, protective nature of his siblings and his clan members. Being Neteyam Sully’s love was a blessing, was a strong fortress. Being in love with him was simple and easy. As was loving his family. Everything was perfect.

Until it just wasn’t anymore.

“No, Neteyam” you sighed. Sitting on the side of your shared bed, Neteyam kneeling in front of you, your hands weaved together. “I don’t understand.” your voice was soft, the tears streaking down your face were softer still.

“My love, my father has decided,” Neteyam spoke softly, as if not to frighten you. “I must leave, my family must leave for the safety of the clan, for their longevity.” You loosed a sad chuckle, shaking your head sending rouge braids that Tuk has made flying around the perimeter of your face.

“No, Neteyam, I don’t understand why you are talking like I am not coming with you.” You felt something fierce awaken in your small, beating heart. You were rarely like this, but when you were, Neteyam knew there was no point.

“My love you know you can go anywhere, do anything you choose, I will never be able to stop you.” A sweet smile graced his lips, sighing he continued, “you know my only wish in this life is to keep you safe.”

Gently, you wiped your face clean of salty tears, bending down to meet him on the floor of your sleeping quarters. You held Neteyam’s eyes with your own. And he knew in that moment, that he could never be parted from you. In this life and the next, he would always be with you.

“I will always be safe when I am with you, Neteyam.”

Finally landing the Ikran on the sand was instant relief to you. Your thighs were chaffed and your skin felt so dry like you had been whipped, skin peeling, ripped from the constant barrage of the coastal wind. Dismounting, your legs felt wobbly, like a baby taking its first steps. Neteyam kept his hands on your waist, stabilising you. You were no hunter, no rider really. That was all Neteyam. But, a keen herbalist, forager, spiritualist. You were his balance, or rather, you were supposed to be his T’sahik.

The sun was so warm on your skin as you waited for the leaders of the Metkayina to accept your plea for refuge. You did not know if it was the delirium from the long flight, or whether the anxiety of being turned away caught up with you, but you felt like you were floating in and out of existence. One moment you were standing, the next walking with all your belongings to your new home, the next you were sitting in the intricately woven marui pod, unpacking everything and anything that meant something to you.

Neteyam’s hands, calloused from the Ikran’s reigns and the grooves of his bow, found your slumping shoulders. Small circles being rubbed into your mistreated skin.

“My love, are you happy?” Neteyam whispered over the sensitive curl of your ear.

“Can I be honest with you, Neteyam?” You asked, turning to face him. He scanned your face for any signs of anxiety, happiness, indifference. Tightening his brows, as well as the grip on your shoulders.

“Of course, always.”

You smiled at that, he was still the same, despite it all.

“I am worried I will not thrive here, that I will be dead weight.” You wrung your hands and wrists, head cast down, to escape his gaze, but also in shame, admitting your fear to him. To Neteyam. Your perfect Neteyam who could do no wrong.

“I’m too worried, that I will be dead weight.” Neteyam sighed. Your head sprung up, confused. Your hands found either side of his face.

“Are you stupid or something?” Neteyam smirked slightly, his hands snaking up to rest on yours. “Neteyam, everything you touch turns to gold, you can’t really fail at anything.” He laughed at you, a proper stomach laugh.

“Care to share that tidbit with my father when you get a chance-” Rolling your eyes, you cut him off.

“Neteyam, I’m serious.” You felt yourself starting to pout.

“Take some of your own advice, huh.” Neteyam captured your eyes again. With a small peck on your pursed lips, he whispered: “You have medical training, you have intelligence and a strong heart.” One of his hands rested on your chest, roughly where you knew your heart would be. “You are connected to Eywa, you are connected to me. Forever.” You couldn’t help but smile. Oh Jesus, Neteyam he always knew exactly what to say. “My love Eywa will never turn her back on you, and I will always protect you from anything that might come.”

Loving him was so easy, especially when he said things like that.

He held your hands as you both stood up.

“Now, let’s get some fresh water into you.” You chuckled, you knew you were dehydrated beyond belief. “And maybe some salve for that chafe too, huh.” He chuckled at you, pinching your side as you giggled, leaning into his safe arms.

A blessing.

The days quickly burned into weeks, the weeks into months. Your training with Tsireya and Ao’nung went well, to your surprise. You found breathing easy, as you could imagine the lungs filling and deflating. Though, Kiri teased you that Eywa decided you must be good at everything. Yet, all you saw was how naturally it came to Kiri and Tuk, themselves. You’d never admit it to Neteyam, but you preferred riding the Ilu.

It came a bit harder for Neteyam and Lo’ak, but they were dedicated. Neteyam wanted to uphold the promise he made to Jake, that he would pull his weight, stay out of trouble, and bring no shame to the family. Lo’ak was driven by holding Tsireya’s attention. Which, you decided, wasn’t the worst idea Lo’ak had ever had.

You liked Tsireya, Ao’nung… not so much, though after his big fight with Lo’ak and Neteyam, he had been more tolerable to be around.

Tsireya and you sat side by side on the sand. You talked about anything and everything. She would often help you with your hair, and you would often help her with Lo’ak. You both had been trained as Tsakarem and loved the Sully boys. As different as they were, you knew better than anyone else, all Sully boys were the same breed.

Her fingers were in your hair, trying to get Tuk’s random braids and beads out before she properly weaved your hair into some kind of intricate braid pattern.

“How did you know Neteyam was the one?” Tsireya asked, though you knew she sat right with you, you knew her mind was thousands of miles away, with a certain Sully. You giggled, knowing that you were like this once. Maybe, you still were like this, though your love for Neteyam was not so young and fresh and scary, all at once, like Tsireya and Lo’ak.

Neteyam was running down the beach with Tuk, he felt sorry that he had not spent as much time with her as he used to. They collected every shell that she deemed pretty enough, placing them into a makeshift bucket Neteyam had fashioned out of a palm husk.

“Look!” Shouted Tuk, Neteyam expected another pretty shell, but he looked up to where his little sister was pointing. “It’s (y/n) and Tsireya.” Neteyam smiled at her happiness, but also at how happy and content you looked.

Giggling with your newfound friend, talking animatedly, using your hands, as you so often did when you were passionate about something. You looked so carefree in the late afternoon light, the pale pink hue stretching out across the sand. Neteyam realised, you finally looked your age. So young and full of life.

The inappropriate edges of his mind could not help but think about mating you on the sand, then and there. All the mewling sounds that he knew he could coax from you, if only he was given the chance.

He quickly shook his head, as if to throw the image out of his brain and onto the sand. He refocused on Tuk again.

“Hey, don’t bother them yeah?” Neteyam said softly, holding a shell out for Tuk to take. “They look like they’re having fun.” Tuk twisted her nose up, but eventually agreed, digging her little fingers back in the sand, sifting to find the prettiest shell, just for you.

“So,” Tsireya started again, still doing your hair. You watched Neteyam and Tuk, further down the beach. Your heart was warm, blooming in adoration for him all over again. “You love Neteyam that much, but you two are yet to mate” all the blood pooled into your cheeks, across your nose and the tips of your ears. Talking about your virginity with Tsireya was new, but not unwanted, you supposed. “How come?” She finished your hair, sitting across from you, cross-legged like children in lessons.

“We haven’t spoken about it really.” You started, playing with your new braids shyly. “Neteyam was very sought after back home, I am not entirely sure what he did and did not do with others.”

Tsireya covered her mouth while she giggled softly, you mirrored her actions, still shy to be broaching the topic at all.

“And you?” She asked. You quirked your eyebrows in confusion, not really sure what she was asking. “Have you ever done anything? With Neteyam or otherwise?”

You knew you must be almost purple in the face, the blood pooling behind your deep blue skin.

“We kiss of course, but that is all.” You kept your eyes on Neteyam further down the beach, worried the ocean breeze would carry your conversation. “so far.” you added, hastily, in case the wind did betray you.

Tsireya looked behind her, at Neteyam and Tuk, and then back at you and your eyes, full of longing for the elder Sully boy.

“Neteyam! Tuk!” Tsireya called out, you hissed.

“Ah! What are you doing?” You still felt nervous after admitting these things aloud to Tsireya.

“Come join us!” Tsireya ignored you, but beckoned the two Sully’s over. Tuk came bounding, a bright smile on her little face, braids bouncing as she ran.

“We collected shells for you! And for mommy too.” She said proudly. Showing off her palm husk full of shells, some stunning, truthfully. Others were broken or chipped. But to Tuk, they were beautiful all the same.

Neteyam sat next to you quietly, thighs brushing. You felt like you were going to pass out, still embarrassed from the conversation with Tsireya, which Neteyam knew nothing about. But his presence, though usually a blessing, was too much.

“Oh wow!” Tsireya exclaimed, causing Tuk to smile wider. “Shall we take them to show your mommy? I feel like she would want to see them!” Tsireya asked Tuk in a sing-song voice. They stood up so quickly, Tsireya holding hands with Tuk, Tuk leading the charge back to the village.

You were lost for words. Tsireya had set you up, alone, with Neteyam, just before eclipse. She confirmed this with a sly wink thrown over her shoulder. You couldn’t help but stare at their retreating figures.

It was stupid really. Neteyam was your promised mate, your love, your everything. And a few words exchanged in confidence with your best friend regarding your lack of sex life has caused you to be in shambles.

Neteyam could see the remnants of blush resting upon your high cheekbones. And, he’s not stupid, he saw Tsireya’s pointed wink. Putting a braid behind your tinted ear, he started:

“So, what did you two talk about? You seemed like you were having fun.” Neteyam smiled, elbowing you in the side.

Loving him was so easy, why couldn’t mating be easy too? Why couldn’t having sex with him be the easiest thing to do?

“Neteyam,” You released a breath you weren’t even aware that you were holding. “Have we not mated yet because of my lack of knowledge in pleasure?” It was a stupid question, you knew that. But you couldn’t get the seed of the thought out of your mind, now that it had been sown.

Neteyam felt all the blood in his body rush to his face, it was his turn to blush he supposed.

“How could you even think that?” He chuckled, holding your face in his hands. The heat of your face radiating outwards. “Do you think I have so much experience? Of course not.”

You felt foolish now, so you leaned into it for once.

“So you do want to mate with me then?” You asked, your voice only slightly louder than a whisper.

Neteyam laughed.

Not a sweet chuckle, or a nervous giggle, a full-blown laugh.

You instantly retreated into yourself, not expecting him to laugh at you, despite the foolishness.

“Oh Eywa, help me,” Neteyam started, seeing your embarrassed figure pulling your knees to your chest. “My love,” Neteyam grabbed your chin in his strong fingers, forcing you to look him in his amber eyes, now lust-blown and heavy-lidded. “I think about mating with you every day. It’s the first thing I think of in the morning, the last thing I think about at night, I dream of it, of you my darling.” His genuine confession set your heart racing, your blush fighting tooth and nail to be at the forefront of your face. “My (y/n) I couldn’t even witness you sitting on the beach with a friend without thinking about it.”

He always knew what to say. Loving him was easy. What a blessing.

That mantra ran circles around your mind as you listened to him.

“If I’m being honest, we have not yet mated because I am scared,” Neteyam spoke softly again as if his admission was going to float away in the breeze. “I am scared that one day you will wake up and want to leave me.” His voice broke slightly.

You audibly gasped, this boy.

“Neteyam, you know I would never leave you,” your fingers found their home in his hair, despite his grip on your chin. “I love you, I see you.”

Neteyam smiled. The eclipse rapidly approached behind him, and in the moonlight, his skin glowed, he radiated such pureness, you never wanted to let it go.

Never wanted to let him go.

“I see you too, my love. Always” He kissed all over your face, making sure to get every freckle, every smile line, every inch. “We can mate whenever you want my love, whenever you want.”

“Eywa has blessed me with you, Neteyam.” You giggled.

You couldn’t wait much longer, you needed to mate with him. Entwine your bodies and souls for life.

As he kissed your lips with his soft, plump pair, all you could think of was,

Loving Neteyam was easy, so easy, like breathing. It was natural, it was right, it was forever. It was a blessing, it was a fortress.

You will never know what you did to be so blessed with the gift of Neteyam.

Additionally, you also couldn’t wait to tell Tsireya.

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moonaged-moony · 27 days

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Okay, hear me out. a jegulus miraculous au.. James is ladybug, and his superhero name is Helios (named after the sun god). Regulus is chat noir, and his superhero name is Astraeus (name after the star god)

Regulus, like Adrien, has to live up to his family's expectations, and the only time he can be himself is when he is Astraeus

James is friends with everyone and will do anything he can to help them, and everyone loves him like marinette!!!

also imagine the love square?! Astraeus loves Helios, but he's in love with Regulus, who denies his feelings for James because he loves Helios!!! Also, the black brother angst would be amazing, Sirius escaped the family and became a rockstar while Reg is stuck doing whatever his mother tells him to do.

the characters would be something like

Marinette - James (ladybug - Helios)

Adrien - Regulus (chat noir - Astraeus)

Shadow Moth - Walburga

Mayura - Orion (He does whatever Walburga asks him to)

Alya - Sirius

Nino - Remus (HE'D BE DATING SIRIUS AND BE REGULUS’S BEST FRIEND!!! PLATONIC MOONWATER SUPREMACY)

chloe - Severus

sabrina - Lily maybe?? like how she realises her friendship with sev is toxic, but she doesn't want to leave him?? Obviously, if I wrote this au, I would nake it so that she leaves him, but so that she still cares for him and wants the best for him even after everything he's done to her, yk?

Kagami - Barty (Can have some bartylus, but they realise they're not meant for each other, and then it turns into jegulus and rosekiller!!)

Felix - Evan (just in the sense that i NEED rosekiller and i feel like they would have a similar dynamic to kagami and felix, also i kinda love the idea of Evan and Reg being cousins)

Rose - Pandora. They're both so sweet and everyone loves them.

Juleka - Emmeline (i dont know much about her, but the fics I've read with emmadora are adorable. I love them, and i feel like they'd have the same sort of relationship as juleka and rose)

Tom and Sabine - Effie and Monty ofc

For Mary, Marlene and Dorcas I'm not entirely sure but I don't think the characters have to be the exact same as they are in the show. So I think Marlene and Dorcas could be

Marlene - Mylene

Dorcas - Ivan

I'd really want Mary and Lily to be together, and I don't really know who Mary would be? Maybe Zoe? But if I made her Zoe, I wouldn't want her and Severus to be siblings, but I feel like Sabrina and Zoe's characters could have a good dynamic? If anyone has any ideas PLS lemme know

#miraculous ladybug #dead gay wizards #miraculous au #marauders #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #ladybug and chat noir #tales of ladybug and cat noir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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hiii, darling :)) i've got a neteyam x fem!reader request, if that's okay!! it's pretty much pure fluff- basically y/n has really strict parents, so one night, when she sneaks out to see neteyam in the forest, he's surprised, asking about her parents and what they might do if they find out she did such a thing. but y/n's fed up with her parents, because after all, she's still young and should enjoy her life at least a little bit, so she bursts, blabbering about how she doesn't care what her parents think and that she can do whatever she wants- the two of them start messing with each other, just running around and causing one another to trip and stuff.. i kinda want it to end with y/n and neteyam kissing, but idk if it should be because y/n's all like "i can do whatever i want" and then kisses neteyam to prove her point (even though she actually likes him) or once again y/n saying all that and neteyam teasing her, basically provoking her to kiss him???!?!?!?! does that make sense?!?!??!? hopefully- obviously they like each other and all that, but the ending is on you :pp okay, thank you and byeeee !!

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Forest Rendezvous

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader (Can Be Read As Gn Too), Fluff, Sneaking Out, Idiots in Love, Strict Parents, Set Before ATWOW

Warnings: None

You are fed up with your parent’s overprotective nature. You’ve had more arguments than you can count with them about letting you enjoy your youth for once; like always, they ignore you, and tell you they don’t need to reason with you about their parenting decisions. So, you take matters into your own hands, and possibly Neteyam, too.

AHH THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST!! as soon as you said they'd run around I was pissing myself of laughter cause imagine two random teenagers going crazy in a forest, especially NETEYAM 💀💀 that boy has barely any sense of adventure in him, could you imagine if someone like Jake or Lo'ak saw him just like,,, running like a crazy person, smacking into trees, and tripping over shit?? 😭😭 As I wrote this it started out super cute and somehow ended up heated idk how 💀 I accidentally wrote this with a twist too LMAO

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [29/12/22] ❞

You leapt from branch to branch, taking care not to make a sound. It was eclipse, and you were idly wandering through the woodland.

Now, that's typically quite dangerous, and knowing your parents, they'd slash your eyeballs out for defying their demands for you to remain at home. So, what was your motivation for doing this? Because your parents had a stick that was perpetually stuck up their asses, and they never allowed you to live your life to it’s fullest potential. You were tired of it, and concluded that if you weren't going to acquire their approval, you'd give it to yourself.

You couldn't comprehend why your parents believed the forest was so perilous. Pandora was breathtaking during the eclipse, with the foliage illuminated in dazzling, vibrant blues and purples. Your breath caught in your throat as you soaked in the scenery; of course, you'd seen how the forest transformed at night before, but never from outside the safety of your own home.

You descended from one of the branches and landed on solid ground. The grassland lit up purple with each stride you took, and you were mesmerized. You followed a path of royal blue wildflowers, and ran your palms along the bark of the trees to feel their vitality. You swept aside the lavender fronds that were festooned around your body to fully appreciate the landscape before you.

You stumbled into something hard as you continued to marvel in adulation at the natural beauty surrounding you. When you looked up, a blue chest obstructed your vision. For a brief moment, you were terrified that your father had come after you.

When you discovered it was simply Neteyam, you heaved a sigh of relief. He emitted a surprised gasp and backpedaled from you, his cheeks flaming. He had no intention of being that close to you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

Neteyam was the eldest son of Neytiri, a long time friend of your parents. He was someone you grew up with, but you found yourself yearning for him as the years progressed.

You were fiddling with your hair nervously, having not intended to run into him. “I snuck out. I wanted to see the forest.”

He nodded in understanding, yet seemed apprehensive. “But, where are your parents? Wouldn’t they be mad you did that?”

Your expression immediately turned sour. “I don’t need you also telling me to stay home until the day I die.”

You turned on your heel to leave, but Neteyam quickly grasped your forearm and sputtered out a string of apologies.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want you getting in trouble with your family...”

Neteyam was always a conscientious son and worked hard to avoid causing difficulties for his parents. You were envious of him, since despite the fact that you were a well-behaved child, he had so much freedom that he didn't even use that you weren't permitted to have. It irritated you even more that he seemed more concerned with what your parents had to say than with how you felt imprisoned at home. As if he'd ever understand your plight.

You snapped. “I don’t care what my parents think! I’m young, Neteyam. I can do what I want, and my parent’s can’t say a damn thing about it! Just stay out of it!”

He remained silent until you finished. You were panting heavily after you concluded your rant.

“I didn’t know you felt that way...”

“No, of course you didn’t! Your parents let you do whatever you want!”

That struck him deeply. It was true; Neteyam knew he possessed all of this freedom, but what you didn't know was that he was always so preoccupied with looking after his siblings and trying to make his father proud, that he squandered all the time he could've devoted to relishing in his youth. Neteyam said to himself, 'screw this,' and resolved to be daring for a change.

“Then why don’t I share it with you?”

You were baffled. “What?”

He snatched your hand and pulled you along the trail. As he dragged you towards a meadow dotted with a few trees here and there, you forgot all about your rage as it was swapped for curiosity. He turned to face you and clasped both of your hands in his, stepping backwards into the clearing's heart.

You raised your eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

He grinned. “Letting you enjoy yourself.”

Before you could question what he was referring to, you were jerked forwards as he drew you into him, whirling around in a dance-like motion. As Neteyam twirled you about, your laughter reverberated through the trees.

He was never a good dancer.

You stumbled over his foot and tumbled onto your backside as he spun you against his body to bend you against by the grass. You inadvertently seized his arm when reaching for the nearest thing to you, forcing him to collapse on top of you.

Both of you exploded into laughter.

“You’re so bad at this!”

He looked at you from underneath him. “Why don’t you try, huh? Spinning people is hard!”

You shoved him away from you, getting back up. “No it’s not! Look, come here. I’ll do it way better.”

You took Neteyam's hand in yours, and as you spun him to curl into your body, you thwacked his head against a tree instead. You gasped, and instantly knelt besides him to cradle his face.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

You examined his face for injuries. Neteyam suspected your grip was much more lethal than the tree, because the way you were manhandling him was practically crushing his skull in. Through squished cheeks, he said he was fine.

With your undivided attention on him, he thought you were cute. He always did. He should hurl himself into a tree more often, he thinks. In the midst of his fantasizing, he hadn’t realized how close you had gotten to his face. This did not go unnoticed by you, as he began to tremble under you touch. You shifted your gaze away from his forehead, and redirected it between his own and his very, very kissable lips.

You coughed awkwardly, immediately standing up. “You’re such a baby, that was nothing.”

He pointed an accusing finger at you. “You weren’t the one getting slammed against a tree! Who’s the better dancer now?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. I bet it didn’t even hurt!”

He was standing up now, and towered over you. “What, you wanna try?”

For a brief moment, you looked at him, puzzled, before he shoved you against the tree, trapping you between it and him. He had one fist above your head, and the other gripped the trunk besides your hip. You needed a moment to gather yourself, but it was useless when you registered your position.

“You know, you should definitely be getting home now. I bet your parents are worried.”

You groaned. “This again? I told you, I can do what I want! Besides, I’m with you, what could possibly be so dangerous about that?”

Something akin to rakishness glinted in his eyes. “What makes you say that?”

You laughed to yourself. “You’re such a goody-two-shoes, Neteyam. You’re the least of my worries.”

He neared closer to your lips, maintaining eye contact. “Are you forgetting what position you’re in right now, Y/N?”

His attempt to be cool only made you giggle. That was so unlike him. “What, you’re going to whisk me away into the sunset and ferociously make out with me?”

You secretly hoped he would. The thought also crossed your mind that it’d be a massive fuck you! to your parents, because after all, they didn’t want you talking to boys.

“Who’s to say I won’t kiss you?”

Your jaw dropped, but you couldn’t look away. You were both bewitched yet shocked. “You wouldn’t.”

Where did this newfound confidence come from? Neteyam was never this way! If your parents found out what you did in your little rendezvous with him, they would murder you first, then his family!

“I don’t know, if they saw us right now, they’d probably think I’m a bad influence to you.”

“You don’t influence me at all. I told you, I do what I want.”

That provoked him. Immediately, he gripped your chin and tilted your head up to properly face him. One hand rested on your waist, while the other shifted to grasp your cheeks firmly. Before you could say anything, he captured your parted lips in a searing, almost burning kiss, as his mouth moved in frenzied rhythm with yours. Neteyam practically stole all the air out of your lungs, gasping when he withdrew from you for a moment to breathe.

You pressed the backside of your hand to your lips, inhaling deeply. You held his necklace, unsure of where else to put your hands, trembling as you struggled to process what had just transpired.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. “Why did you do that?”

Neteyam wasn't sure what he was striving to accomplish, but it felt good to do something impulsive for once. It was something he wanted to do. You telling him that he was too perfectly behaved to do anything mischievous, worthy of your parents' condemnation, stirred something within him; he wanted to live a little. To discover the thrill of life within you.

“Guess I’m not such a goody-two-shoes anymore, huh?”

He was beaming again, as if he hadn't just kissed you to death. You couldn't believe that this was the same Neteyam you grew up with, had a crush on for years, and who had never caused anyone any trouble.

“Y/N, I really like you.”

Your fingers were still hooked to his necklace, slowly drawing him closer to you again.

“I guess... I like you too.”

Neteyam's face lit up, and this time he kissed you tenderly and lovingly. Although it was a striking contrast to the other heated, frenetic kiss he had given you, this one intended to demonstrate how much his heart truly adored you. He soon wrapped his arms around your hips and hoisted you up, spinning you around the grassy clearing. You grasped his shoulders fearfully, yelling at him to put you down, but he continued to chuckle.

Maybe you should sneak out more often.

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lumina-luceat · 9 months

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Part 2 Omega Spider

Here is part 1 So yeah! Part two is hereeee💕 Omega Spider head-canon

• Spider hate wearing and choker, on earth omega have to wear it to prevent getting bites on the neck (bond? I am not sure what they call it?) Norm tried to let him wear it for a longtime until finally gave up.

• Like I said in the last post, the Omega pheromones in Pandora smell like animals in distress but normally other people like Alpha can smell the pheromones too, so Spider probably smells like a rain forest. The Sully didn't know that because they basically live in forest

• In the human form Jake is Alpha. Norm and Max are Beta. Quaritch obviously Alpha, Paz is probably Omega but registered herself as Beta so Quaritch didn't know she was an Omega. (Female Beta can get pregnant with Male Beta and Male Alpha so Quaritch didn’t suspect.)

• Eywa is Spider Godmother 🤣 you can't convince me otherwise.

• Spider has been blessed by Eywa but not like he can breathe Pandora air, he just got a lot of love from other animals. The Sully often see Spider and Kiri napping together and Atokarina just flew around both of them.

• The relationship between Spider and Neytiri is better than the original. Like she starts to accept him when see Eywa has blessed him as well. She starts to see him as who he is, not just his father's sin.

• Neteyam didn't grow apart from this Spider, they are still close friends and kinda protective over Spider. Lo’ak don’t fully understand how ABO work he is still treat Spider the same as before which is Spider like that a lit because after they know he is an Omega, everyone literally treat him like a fragile little glass and it bothering so much!!

• Tuk is always Tuk. She is really clingy to Spider as usual. Tuk always said Spider smells like a refreshing rain but everyone just didn’t seem to acknowledge that and though she just imagines things up.

• Kiri is closer with Spider than before because not just animals love her, they love her best friend too! She feels really connected like she is not the only one.

• Mo’at still didn't know why Eywa blessed this human child but she respect great mother and so does everyone in the village. After that everyone just really became fond of Spider, he is a kind kid l, hard working and really friendly and slowly they finally accepted Spider as one of their Omaticaya.

• Basically Spider in this AU getting love and attention he deserves!! And he finally gets adopted by Sully. Earned his songcord and had his very first bow.

• Spider getting Ikran too! Even though he doesn't have an tswin to bond with. But when he walks to the banshee they just slowly walk back to him and lower their head so Spider can pet them just like how Kiri tamed her Ikran. After that he and Neteyam finished their Iknimaya together at the same time.

• About humans. Norm and Max didn't let any Alpha people meet Spider unless there was one adult presence at that moment because they know how people will treat Spider with his secondary gender. The McCosker was banned for life and didn't get a chance to see Spider ever again because the last time they almost tried to get spider pairing with their Alpha son. (And for Eywa sake Spider was just 12 at that time! /scream Norm)

Part 3 is going to be about the time when Spider gets kidnapped by RDA. It is time for papa bear Quaritch and the Recom!!

#omega spider #spider soccoro sully #spider socorro #spider soccoro #spider miles socorro #miles spider socorro #atwow spider #spider atwow #avatar spider #spider avatar #adopted spider socorro

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victoirey · 1 year

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okay i just … REALLY fell head over heels for your lo’ak fic. it was beautifully constructed, seriously. and i cant help but request…….

a lo’ak fic where the reader and him usually playfully argue with each other. intimate moments are rare bc they think it’s “corny” (they’re really just in love with each other smh) but THEN one night the reader gets a nightmare about lo’ak and when she wakes up lo’ak notices her distress so he comforts her. then cute intimate moment leads to a love confession!

tysm ily and i love ur writing

♡. "a pair of saps." —

synopsis / three moments where you and lo'ak almost *were* , and the one moment you came to be.

gn!avatar!reader | this is more ?? chopped up mini fics that turn into a big fic ?? insanity is a social construct. thank u for requesting, I will not live up to your expectations! nonetheless, have this. thank u for being patient, love. @mylovelo-ak @loaqi for u two !!

I kinda DID NOT follow this req at all. and I'm so sorry about that /srs because I forgot you were requesting something specific HFNNDD

inseparable.

that's what you & lo'ak were.

dark & light , mischievous & mature , chaotic & calm . thats what you two were. opposites. you were even opposites when it came to being told you two were opposites, as you agreed— while lo'ak dug for information to prove that you weren't. he always ended up agreeing in the end, only to disagree once more when it was brought up again. contrasting personalities will somehow lead to contrasting opinions— say, human condiments — you preferred mustard, he preferred ketchup. that led to many heated debates, naturally— you'd get into playful catfights too! the occasional spar session does more good than it's credited for.

you argued for the smallest things, ketchup or mustard , ilu or tsurak , whether earth's leader was batshit crazy or just a small little guy trying to control his stupid warhungry humans. whatever it was, you argued. today, you were arguing about love. love was special to you. to you, he was love. he was everything you wished for, and it's weird you found everything you wished for in a stupid guy who throws himself into the most dangerous situations, but still. you realized you loved him , and suddenly everything was ... so much more crazy. you saw him everywhere. it was crazy. you were seconds away from slamming your head into a wall because you were left without supervision for too long and you started rethinking all your life choices , most especially who you loved most out of every being on Pandora. lo'ak.

it was him who brought up the idea of love being technically, silly. it was him who brought up the idea of love being unspecial. thus, the argument began.

"you are being unbelievably dramatic right now , y/n." he stated, pointedly. you jutted your bottom lip out into a pout, "love is special, lo'ak! it's sacred! don't you want to be held for once in your life?" you retorted.

"I've been held many times."

"yeah. as a baby."

"not true! jackass!"

"how could you call me that? wow! I'm so offended right now. your dad taught you better. oh yeah, your dad and your mom? relationship goals. I don't know how you don't want someone to love after seeing how they treat eachother."

"excuse you! mom tried to kill my dad when they first met!"

"it's peak enemies to lovers!"

"oh my god y/n— okay, maybe I shouldn't have let norm give you those human books."

"you know nothing of the blessings they are."

"you call them blessings? they're not blessed... they're more dumped into lukewarm water that someone thought was holy that ended up being an overhydrated person's piss."

that earned him a slap to the shoulder.

"ow! what the hell?!"

"you are an idiot."

"don't you agree with me atleast a bit though?"

"when have I ever agreed with you?"

"if neteyam has, you probably have."

"that's because neteyam is stupid sometimes."

he gasped , feigning offense at your insult— and then he froze. for a bit. you can only imagine what he was thinking then, because it looked like he was frantically searching for a comeback in his empty mind. then, he snapped his fingers and came up with one— a poorly executed, poor in general one. "you love someone, huh? that's why you think love is sooo special?"

"you lost the argument the moment you snapped your fingers."

"y/nnn! come on! indulge me!"

you looked at him and sighed. part of you was ... impatient. you wanted his heart, and you'd get what you want.

the other part was cowardly. not now. not yet, it screamed.

it seemed you agreed with the former.

"I don't love anyone. love is special because it's special, lo'ak."

"damn, and I thought I'd get to hear a human school girl rant about love. what a waste."

"you insufferable—"

lo'ak was sad.

it was undeniable, really. you read him like a book. if he was one, he'd be your favorite. his deep frown and sore eyes really sent a message— he was crying, the poor boy. it hurt you more than usual. maybe it was because of your newfound love for him that caused this extreme softness, whatever it was— you hated it. you hated the sap you were becoming. he was seated on his marui overlooking the sea alone and usually you'd skip over to him and cheer him up by jabbing at his dad or something — but right now, you wanted to hold him. you wanted to comfort him how lovers would comfort eachother. except you weren't lovers, but if you were— which you wish you were— you wouldn't be so hesitant to comfort him.

you thought of the human saying.

"YOLO."

comfort him it is then.

your steps were slow as your feet led you to him. he let you. he let you, and that meant so much to you. lo'ak only looked at the ocean as you sat next to him, placing your feet into the ocean aswell. you stayed in awkward silence for a bit, but at this point— everything has been awkward. you don't know if he has a gut feeling you like him, and you hope he doesn't, because he'd be right, but you can hope. coughing into your fist, you weren't good at comforting usually. you were better at.. well... tough love.

"...you got yelled at."

"oh, you heard? wow, that's nice. what about it?"

ouch, okay, quick with the venom in his voice. ouch.

"you bonded with the tulkun. the outcast or so they say—"

" you're not listening— he's not an outcast!"

" he's not, yeah, I just said that, skxawng." you interrupted him— which earned a glare. wow, this is going so well. he turned his face away from you, opting for the cold shoulder instead of communicating his struggles. you sigh, once again, tired at how sappy you've been and how sappy you're going to be.

"I listen, you know?" you started. your fingers crawled to lo'aks, and in a moment of desperation to cheer him up and maybe have him fall inlove with you, you place your palm over the back of his hand. "I listen to you. I listen to your every word, lo'ak." you continued. "I will always listen. you may think no one ever does but I do. I listen, and I'll keep listening — I'll keep being here for you, for as long as you'll have me." you gulped. "it's because I love you."

you don't say I love you to eachother.

as he recovered from his initial surprise, he laughed.

you don't say I love you to eachother, so as he replies with how he loves you too— you wonder if he's misinterpreted it.

he did.

he leaned into your shoulder and he misinterpreted your love, and as he responded with an "I love you—" followed by a "you're a good friend."

you can't help but keep your mouth shut, to bite the scream you're about to scream as you're pierced in the heart.

you keep quiet.

"I met somebody." lo'ak told you, pretty eyes shining as he looked at you. he met a girl, you thought. he probably met a girl. wow, girls actually want to meet him?? gnarly. you had to hear about this. still, even in your eagerness, you couldn't help but worry. you couldn't help but think, like a jealous middle schooler, 'oh no! lo'ak hates me and will forget about me in favor of this new girl!' and yeah— maybe that was a bit immature of your mind to make you think, but as you blinked & put on a smile for lo'ak— you excuse your conscience. you're so mature, so mature.

"wow, people want to talk to you?"

yet you're always in for a bit of fun. & fun is seeing his brows furrow in annoyance.

"all people want to talk to me, y/n— but I was talking about tsireya!"

"you mean the pretty girl leagues ahead of you?"

"just shut up and hear me out--"

"getting a bit defensive there."

"stoOooop!–"

you laughed at his whining tone, if anything — you thought , 'this is a good way to distract myself from my crippling insecurities about whether or not I am good enough for lo'ak both as a friend and potential suitor.' yes, it was, atleast, your mood dulled as the thought returned. all lo'ak could do was refuse to notice, and continue ranting about tsireya.

"and- and her eyes, y/n! oh, they're like little oases! they're wonderful!" her eyes are blue, and yours are not. "her smile reminds me of what it's like halfway through the eclipses everyday. her laugh ... is heavenly , y/n. she is eywa sent." lo'ak finished. he sighed, dreamily — resting his elbow on his thigh and his cheek on his palm. you nodded, biting your cheek.

you didn't know he could be this poetic.

you didn't care to know, unless he was spouting porms about you.

"you are sooo sappy..." you mutter, coming off a little irritated. he pauses. "I'm sorry, is there a problem with sappy?" you quirk an eyebrow up, metaphorical walls surrounding you in an attempt to hide the fact you were... just not feeling it today. you couldn't argue with lo'ak right now. not seriously. "there's no problem with sappy—" "no, I'm pretty sure there is one." "there isn't." "somethings wrong, y/n." "nothings wrong, lo'ak." "I disagree. what's up?" "nothing." "I'm serious, y/n." "nothings wrong!" "then why the fuck do you look three seconds away from crying whenever I mention tsireya? is there some type of inferiority complex shit going on here?"

he really shut you up with that one.

you gulped, "you got overwhelming..."

"how'd I get overwhelming? I was like ten sentences in..."

"everything just... started weighing down on me."

"what's everything?"

your mouth goes dry, and for a moment, you reconsider confessing again, "I..." you start,

but you can't seem to go past that letter. not with the words you wanted to, atleast.

"I think I'm a bit stressed."

lo'ak understands you, in some way. he feels the same feelings you feel.

just not the type of feelings you want.

"i don't know what to do, mom." you overheard lo'ak mutter, head resting on neytiri's lap. it wasn't often he'd go to his mother for advice. it wasn't often he'd be this eager , but as neytiri ran her fingers through lo'aks hair— she let out a quiet snicker. "you worry too much , and for the wrong things, ma'itan." she says, her voice a quiet whisper. you stand behind the tree. part of you would retreat, and give them privacy — but ... well— a secret between two will turn into a secret between three. "I worry for reasonable things. what if they don't... love me as much as I love them?" lo'ak suggested– the idea having been stuck in his head for centuries and centuries over— throughout all his other lives. neytiri flicks his forehead, giving an answer she thought was obvious, "then they are foolish."

damn right they are.

lo'ak let's out a quiet laugh at his mother's response. you, however, start nodding aggressively. neytiri hears you, and yet she doesn't bat an eye. she instead chooses to coax lo'ak into talking more about his secret sweetheart. "you talk of them, and yet not about them. I know next to nothing about y/n, lo'ak. and I've seen you with them all your life." you can only gasp, unintentionally loudly, hide, & hope they don't hear you. luckily, lo'ak goes on a rant about you— and that really leaves your loud gasp as nothing but a gust of wind. he talks to his mother about you, laughing and smiling while doing so. "and they're — and they're just so... dreamy, mom! they're like, everything I have ever wanted in a woman! one time, I talked about them to them themselves — and I basically replaced their name with tsireya's— and it worked! I got to ramble about them! I got to ramble about them! they're so cute!"

oh my fuck. everything is falling into place now.

while you space out, a twig snaps. lo'ak snaps his head into your tree. cautiously, he takes up his weapon— ready to risk it all for his mother, who stays there — knowing you mean no harm. when he finally approaches your tree, he sees you. and the knife is discarded immediately.

"oh my fucking — y/n, I didn't know you were a stalker—"

"I didn't know you liked me that way too."

oh my fuck. oh shit. oh my fuck. oh crap. oh horse shit. ohno.nononononononononononononononon- NO. NO- why are you panicking? he likes you back! maybe you're panicking because his mom is right there? no! she's retreated back into her hammock! so why the fuck are you so nervous?

"oh my fuck wait , too?? you like me too?" lo'ak exclaims, near off the hinges. you nod, panicky & extremely scared. he pauses for a bit, seemingly registering that information in his slow head— then he jolts up— "oh shit! MOM! I GOT MYSELF A MATE!" he screams, in a tone so enthusiastic you'd think that he had just successfully hunted a sturmbeest. you near faint at how he had referred to you— "MATE?!" "MATE!" he replies to your call, or what he thought was your call, happily. for the next fifteen minutes, as you sit there flabbergasted having just bagged a wonderful boyfriend, lo'ak is hopping all around you. he giggles, he smiles, he twirls you around, and he professes his love to you, in your face, finally— and he does that multiple times. you seem to have settled in with the fact that you were , basically , his now. and he was yours.

blinded by excitement was what you were.

screaming your lungs out was what you did.

only when neteyam personally came out of the marui did you truly get a taste of what real screaming was— you two ended up being scolded for being too loud. which is weird as neteyam was louder than you were.

"I AM... ON MY LAST STRAW WITH YOU TWO—"

that scolding was definitely a scolding. it was mean. it was loud. it was also full of funny faces that neteyam unintentionally made. it was , still however, a scolding.

a scolding that you & lo'ak walked out of, hand in hand & eyes on eachother— a smile on your faces as you talked of what you'd do next.

just a pair of saps.

.......

ugh, you guys are so sappy.

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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Jake with a younger sister reader that went with him to pandora who’s the cool aunt and they love to show her off 💞 I kinda imagine her as Maddy Perez from euphoria

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ'ꜱ x ᴀᴜɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: nothing really bad, just reader cursing like a sailor.

A/N: I'm not a fan of Euphoria, but Maddy is my favorite character.

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You were living in Pandora with your older brother Jake, due to your age you had to go with him and do some mission after Tommy's death. During the time, things went to shit. Jake fell in love with a na'vi along with the people and the forest of Pandora, then everything went straight to a war. After the battle was won by the na'vi the humans left except for you, and a few others.

Then your brother fully became a na'vi and a the next leader of the Omaticaya. Even though Neytiri didn't like humans, she liked you, since you were her sister in law and she just liked your nature. You and Her were like best friends, even better since you were both in-laws. Then the kids came in, you had become an aunt. You weren't a huge fan of kids, but when you saw your first nephew Neteyam, it all changed. Then Kiri was adopted into the family, as a result of Grace's avatar mysteriously being pregnant. She was now your niece, later came Lo'ak and Tuk. You loved your nieces and nephews with a passion. They were your family, even though they were blue kittens.

They grew and so did you, the older they got the more you grew to love them. You'd spend most of the time hanging out with them, along with Spider, even though he wasn't part of the family, you considered him your other nephew. Since they knew you were from earth like their father, you told them stories about when you lived on earth.

The kids really liked being around you, they'd drag you all over the forest with them, you didn't really mind. You told them about the pageants you used to do, even showed the some pictures that you brought with you. You'd also tell them some embarrassing stories involving both Jake and Tommy. Your brother hated it when you'd expose him like that to his kids. It was funny. You also taught them some slang, like bro, sis, cuz and so one. The thing that they've also picked up was cursing.

It was no secret you cursed like a sailor, you didn't think much of it, until Lo'ak had began to say 'Cunt' at his young age, Jake was not happy about hearing his son saying that word. You'd often tell him that it wasn't a big deal it's just a word, but Jake did not want you to swear around them anymore, specially Tuk who was beginning to speak. You really tried not swear, when you were about to say a bad word, you'd switch it into something else.

You'd also be the type to give them candy before dinner, you had introduced the kids to human candy and they loved them. Jake would tell them no candy before dinner, but you'd always sneakily give them a piece and tell them to eat it quickly.

Neteyam, Kiri and Lo'ak were now in their teens, ready to complete their rites to passage, you didn't really understand the process, but you were still supporting them. When they got their Ikran, you were the most happy for them, you'd basically be telling everyone around you that those kids are your niece and nephew.

Since you showed them off, they'd show you off too, you didn't really get why since you were just a human, but that didn't stop them for doing it. They'd brag to other na'vi kids about how cool you where and other silly things they'd say.

#avatar x reader #avatar fics #avatar requests #atwow x reader #atwow fics #atwow requests #the sullys x reader (platonic)#the sullys x aunt reader (platonic)#the sullys x human reader (platonic)#platonic #platonic relationships #aunt reader #aunt y/n #human reader #human y/n #female reader #female y/n #aphrodite's writing

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gilbirda · 2 years

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Ok so what about a Indiana Jones kind of Jazz?

After a decade or so ghost king Danny and the rest of team phantom successfully manage bring some real order and stability to the ghost zone. That is when Jazz begins to feel out of place. Almost her entire life has been dedicated to looking out for and raising Danny but he has outgrown her. She is proud of him but it still leaves her feeling lonely as Sam and Tucker were always Danny's friends and she really didn't have close friends of her own.

Jazz decides to try and focus on her mortal life and gets a doctorate maybe even becoming a professor. It is personally fulfilling but she still feels empty and adrift now that she has to live for herself and not focus on raising and helping Danny.

So, hoping to feel helpful and useful once again she starts to hunt down ghostly artifacts in the mortal realm and returns them to the ghost zone. Her time off from teaching is spent traveling the world finding and liberating these lost ghostly artifacts.

Cue her crossing paths with the outlaws during one of her Indiana Jones adventures. Maybe the all caste or untitled had something from the infinite realms which causes Jason and the outlaws to encounter her. She seems nice but really a university professor shouldn't be meddling with these things as it is too dangerous.

Jason and the others after seeing Jazz use her liminal strength and amazon fighting abilities (thank you pandora) to wipe the floor with a bunch of baddies: "So you're a teacher?"

Jazz with her sunshine smile and laugh: "Part time."

Also imagine them all being bruised and battered facing some great big intimidating final boss kind of entity and Jazz just lets out an exhausted sigh and shoots it with an ecto-weapon that immediately sends it back to the GZ without a fight.

Huh I feel like I kinda got carried away with this lol

Anyway just Jazz eventually finding a place to call home with the outlaws. Just a group of friends that love each other (romantic or platonic) and do their best to help each other through life

First of all, I have to confess I've never seen a Indiana Jones movie. It's ingrained in pop culture enough that I can follow this post, so we cool.

I've seen some "artifact recovery" plotline going around and I love it!!!

Honestly It tracks that maybe Jazz started because her brother was in danger or something, maybe a dangerous royal relic was stolen and she was the closest and she had the skills to do it.

And then she likes it a bit too much? Accidental adventure turns into her passion!

I love the Outlaws! I'm weak to Roy and Kory version, so I'll go with them.

They would clash SO MUCH! Both parties insisting that they got it, they don't need help, the other don't know the forces they are dealing with-

And BAM!

Forced to work together! (I'm also weak to meet ugly hehe)

They see Jazz body slam someone and charge with a shield or something and Roy looks at Jason and says "Maybe we DO need an amazon in the team?" and Jazz like "What the hell are you talking about? I'm not an Amazon, I'm a professor."

Kory: "I thought professors were stuffy old men with a big belly?"

Jazz: "Sadly, you have just described my boss."

jjsjsjsjjs I LOVE THIS.

Found family shenanigans, maybe OT4 (I'm WEAK), they are just---- I love them.

Thanks for the ask!!!

#gil answers #danny phantom #batman dc #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp crossover #the outlaws

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sullyfortress · 1 year

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I’m not a hater whatsoever just thought the chemistry Jake and Neytiri had in first movie was kinda…. Not there? Also it only took 3 months for them to mutually decide to be life partners idk maybe I’m a cynic. Like for Neytiri especially I think there should’ve been WAAAAAY more turmoil about having feelings for a dude who’s race is like destroying (has destroyed) everything you’ve ever known.

I've been so ready for this discussion.

One, I agree with you that its a little interesting to look at the chemistry between the two in the first movie. To me, its because a lot of their connection and underlying relationship isn't necessarily about surface level 'romance.'

First off, Neytiri, and the Omaticaya up until meeting Jake, had only really dealt with scientists. Scientists who as Mo'at says, had already full cups.

These scientists already had preconceived notions about Pandora and how the planets life worked. It was therefore harder for them to connect spiritually with the Omaticaya, because anytime the Na'vi spoke, the science avatars would immediately translate and treat everything as data.

Also, for the sake of more research I imagine previous avatars were sickly sweet. They want to get in to do research of course, so they would exhibit alot of grace and hospitality. Which is smart, but I image for the Na'vi, they've been so use to the fake kindness that its fucken annoying. They'd have previous avatar claim they want peace meanwhile their home is being torn apart.

I think we've all experienced false kindness before - its more annoying that straight up rudness I swear - CONDESCENDING

Anyway, then Jake comes along, he's I think easier for Neytiri, and the Omaticaya to relate to, because he's a warrior and he doesn't know anyting. He doesn't show up mansplaining to them about how their world works. He understand the battle mindset.

Any militant aliens the Na'vi had met up until that point had been hostile, but Jake shows up ready to learn and submissive to the people.

I understand why they chose him because I think he was just such an interesting concept: A alien who's not there to poke and prod their lives for data, mansplain or shoot them. Just to learn.

Neytiri is a warrior at heart and also very spiritual. I think the sign from Ewya, coupled with the fact that she say how unique and also vulnerable Jake was, it drew her towards him.

As far as how she could forgive him and fall for a skyperson. I don't think its that simple. For one, if you look at some deleted scenes, we see more of Jake's turmoil about lying to the Na'vi, at one point he says that the Na'vi didn't have a word for lie before humans showed up, that we taught them the word.

I think the Na'vi are just far more trusting and forgiving than Humans, and also capable of seeing people as individuals.

Again, Jake showed up vulnerable - "like a baby" as Neytiri puts it. I think Jake has been isolated and alone in much of his life, moreso since losing the use of his legs. He just lost his brother and is basically winging life at this point, he's lost.

Note: I think Ewya's signs: Seeds of sacred tree and Toruk Makto GREATLY impacted Neytiri's draw to Jake. Which look at it anyway you want, Omaticaya are deeply spiritual and that guides them - so I think if you take their viewpoint, those signs around a single skyperson would help them see past some mistakes he's made. Also I have this suspicion that its the raw dumb-himbo/boldness of Jake that also makes Neytiri go..... damn. Like to become Toruk Makto you do put your life on the line - and this skyperson risked his life in such a profound way just to show how dedicated he was to her and to her people.

Neytiri, is a way I think is also lost. Her home is being invaded, her sister was killed before her eyes, and she was then betrothed to her sisters lover. (Tsu-tey was Sylwanin's love and they were suppose to lead the clan next). Which is part of the custom, but still - could not have been easy for her.

As I see it, both of them bonded over loss, being warriors, and the desire to be more.

I don't know if that really justified the lack of chemistry in the first movie - but to me it was more of an innocent, learning to trust and to break from their own isolated 'shells' so to speak.

Before bonding to one another, they both were rather grumpy people - I think they free'd something in each other.

AS FOR THE 3 MONTHS: they spent every single moment together( apart from the like 5 hours a day jake was in human body). Plus war and trauma bonds people we know this. 😁

#neytiri #jake sully #pandora #avatar

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perfectlovevn · 23 days

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I do have a question? How come nobody thought to kill Eris before? like don’t get me wrong Eris is hot and everything but if I were in either Milo’s or Ryan’s Position Eris would just have to die Sawwry!

Like, wouldn’t it kinda just, suck? I mean, someone you dated toys with you, plays with and abuses you and abandons you then replaces you, I’d personally be pretty livid tbh! even if they didn’t proceed to gaslight me and manipulate me to their will like??? I know Ryan has presumably caused people to die before. But with everything Eris did, manipulative him abuse him abandon him why didn’t he just swap the drugs out with arsenic?

Then there’s Milo, I get that he’s deluded and in love in every other route, but his actions in the kidnapper route are pretty understandable honestly, IIRC both in the marriage ending and the kidnapping ending Milo is fully aware that Eris used and disposed of Ryan, causing him to act out and yeah that’s kinda fair, Eris is bad, (hot) but I would’ve had them in the dirt if I was in Either of those positions lmaooo 😭😭😭 I’m shocked they really just let Eris live???? (cool game btw)

That is a good question. The answer is mostly plot armor because if Eris dies before the game starts there won’t really be a game lol. And I dunno I think that death would be too good for Eris honestly.

However, I think that Eris always chooses people who can’t oppose them in the end. The choice to choose Milo and compromise him in a bad decision was calculated on their part so it is possible that Ryan also suffered a similar fate. The other reason is I think that killing Eris would be like opening a Pandora’s box. Considering how much Eris seems to plan ahead, it wouldn’t be surprising if they had something terrible that may happen if they were to be killed. It’s like killing a tyrant - the people may be freed but the power vacuum would cause more suffering through wars and trying to reclaim that position. Sometimes you don’t know what was good until you lose it. At least that’s what I think.

I think for Ryan specifically, he knows what kind of person Eris is and is just scared of what might happen to not only him but possibly anyone he might care about. I think Eris might also be able to tell if he did swap it out just by the look on Ryan’s face. They were dating after all so they likely know each other pretty well.

With Milo even besides the fact that, you know, yandere, I think that Eris is usually pretty calculating on how they release information. So anything that can be used against them will be brought back ten fold. If I was cool and clever I would think of what those things might be ( likely finding a way to frame Milo or Ryan on things that they did or otherwise will do), but I am not that cool or calculating so we will just have to use our imaginations.

Other than that, Eris is either really lucky or really strategic in the way that they get people to do what they want. Maybe both, they do say that it’s always the evil people that live the longest.

#perfectlovevn #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #yandere vn #milo asks #about milopre #about Ryan #about Eris

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halfagone · 1 year

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I had a sudden idea here:

The two most common Ghost Core types given to Danny in fanfics:

Ice core

Electricity core

But what if he had neither of those and yet both at once?

What if Danny has a Storm Core, which gives him the power to rain down ice and call upon the biggest lightning storms?

Amity Park has never experienced a full Summer day ever since the portal. The hottest days of summer should've been sweltering, right? (No really, am I right? I'm not from America, so correct me if I'm wrong)

Except nowadays, it feels like the worst Summer will ever get is a particularly hot Spring day, where you maybe throw on a t-shirt and comfy denim over your swimsuit and go to the beach or pool.

And last time there was a particularly nasty storm coming their way, it seemingly faded and vanished, only to appear on the other side of town and leaving Amity unscathed. After all, a cyclone will fade upon meeting an opposing cyclone that seems to spin against it. And Danny has always been very good at going up against forces of Nature, and forcing them to yield, or at least coming to a draw.

Ember might've also one time referred to him as an "oncoming storm of ass-kicking"

The day Danny calls on a tornado to trap her and her fire attacks in the eye of it's razor winds, the ghosts come to understand she was more on point that anyone expected.

Technus gets his ass zapped by a bolt of lightning like Thor calling down his judgement (or, as he said later, "like Pikachu on crack") and it leaves him short-circuiting for a good while, like when the light goes out for a bit and suddenly your wifi has to be rebooted to make it work again. Later, he begrudgingly teaches him to better channel electricity. Danny's first Technus-inspired move is a real-life Thunder Fang. And he used it against Vlad.

And, since I adore the headcanon that the Ancients collectively adopt Danny, Pandora starts calling him her "little storm"

I kinda wanna have him end up dating both Kitty and Johny, as a whole thing where they both dated him at separate times, but both times he was the best goddamn date they ever had asides from being each other's soulmates, and now they're having FEELINGS for him, so Kitty has the idea of both of them sitting down with Jazz, since she's the local feelings expert, and she whacks them with a rolled up magazine, but they both end up together asking out Danny.

And I'm imagining he's more influenced by them than he would admit, because he got himself a bike like Johnny, and started taking tips from Sam, and has more leather stuff and goth fashion than he'll ever tell anyone about, especially because the heavy fabrics are great to wear on a bike.

Kitty ping-pongs between who's bike she hitches a ride on. And I'm betting she was a huge fan of books, while Johny loved Greek mythology (yes, I'm saying Johnny was a Percy Jackson fan as a kid). Which means that their affectionate nickname for Danny is "Typhon", for the Greek Titan of storms.

(Ignore how my brain keeps yelling at me that Danny would call them "Kitty Cat" and "Barghest". I imagine Barghest for Johny because of Shadow, who starts hanging out more and more as a puppy because of Cujo, except Shadow prefers a hanging out as a shaggy hound ((imagine Ruth from Ancient Magus Bride)) and that's exactly what a Barghest is.)

Ooh, that's a really interesting idea! Danny has been shown to control the weather after the Vortex incident in "Torrents of Terror" so you've even got some canon backing to this! (As for weather in America, it really depends where you live? It's commonly headcanoned that Amity Park is in Illinois, and the temperature on average across the state in the summer is in the 80°s Fahrenheit or ~26.667° Celsius, but there have been records of summers reaching to the hundreds in Fahrenheit, although it doesn't happen often.)

It'd be really cool to see Danny both consciously and subconsciously altering weather events. I really like the idea of Danny being able to control the weather, especially if he does it so casually while others are looking on with their eyes bugging out of their sockets in shock. Because controlling the weather is no easy feat (Storm from X-Men? OP as fuck). Aww, "little storm", love that nickname. A little ball of ferocious energy. Like an angry chihuahua.

It might not be a cyclone, because Amity Park isn't near the coast even if you don't headcanon it in Illinois specifically. But parts of Illinois and the Midwest are in what's called "Tornado Alley", so it still technically would work, it would just probably not be a cyclone but a tornado. Unless it's Vortex up to his tricks again, but then it wouldn't be a naturally occurring- Sorry, tangent, but you get the idea.

If you've read lex luthor's ascent, then you know I like the idea of Danny dating both Kitty and Johnny at some point, but why not both at once? Polyamory coming in for the win! Hopefully Danny can keep these two from constantly arguing tho... Honestly, I just adore the possibilities of dynamics between these three (especially if Danny is stuck as 14- physically at least- as many AUs will have him, he can be with his also eternally young partners and not have it draw much attention from strangers). "Barghest" is a really interesting nickname and- after doing some more research- I can see why you chose it for Johnny, particularly with Shadow in mind.

A Storm core AU is really cool. I like Space core AUs as well, because there are a lot of weather events that could be caused by astronomical phenomena and it ties really well with Danny's love for space, but I think this is the first time I've ever heard of a Storm core for Danny. It would explain why Danny took to Vortex's power really well/easy, and while canon is really more of a suggestion to Danny Phantom fans at this point, I still really appreciate the neat tie-in it can offer.

Thank you for sharing this with me!! I'm glad others share my love for Danny/Johnny 13/Kitty, in any of its forms. (Mostly, forms that appreciate both their characters for all their faults.) Thanks for making me day a little brighter, and I hope you have a great day!

#halfagone replies #ghost core #storm core au

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avatarlvrsstuff · 1 year

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Half breed (part two)

Background information: since the humans came back to Pandora thirteen years ago the military jerks had one mission to make this the new home for humanity but the scienctist had something else in mind not believing that humans could really survive on this planet with not being able to breath the air and everything being so tall in comparison to human life so they thought if they could make human into navi without a separate body the humans could live here comfortably but when it was finally time to execute there experiment they used a human baby girl and inserted her with navi DNA and let her grow like a avatar fifteen years later the unexpected happened and the base was raised and the humans barely escaped with there lives and didn't even think of hers when they quickly left leaving me here to be discovered by Jake and neytiri.

*Jake's eyes were in shock as he realized what she was a mixture of half navi and half human down to every feature but this only made him feel you were even more special the only one of your species even eawa saw something special in you as you passed through her eye and he knew he needed to protect her*

(Mini time skip one year later Y/N is now 14 lo'ak is 13 neteyam is 15 kiri is also 14 and tuk is 8 and it's time for y/n to complete her right of passage but Jake doesn't think she's ready)

Y/N was only introduced to the world a year ago how could neytiri possibly want her to complete her right of passage now she'll die she's half of the size of a regular navi I love her and all of her difference's but she NEEDS more training at least let her get fully grown for her species's so we can see where she's at but not now these were the thoughts that came through his head when you turned 14 a year later he knew this was coming but he hoped he could provent this he even thought about lieing about her age to give her more time and can't believe tiri actually suggest she should do it I understand that she wants her to be welcomed as one of the people officially as they still see you at half demon not a real navi but not now it's to dangerous..

Then the worst he possible thing he could possibly hear came from his ear peice out of loaks mouth when he told you that you where all in the abandoned battle field with some unidentified navi

They ended up ok barely by the tip of there fangs and they took spider they needed to leave it was the only to protect ALL of his children and they loaded everyone on there ikrans tuk riding with tiri and y/n of course riding with Jake and of course everyone of there other kids kiri loak neteyam had all already completed there right of passage lo'ak even completely his early and it kinda hurt y/n feelings feeling like she would never truly be navi and still gets confused about everything and often called stupid on account of my lack of knowledge of the area and things in general but it wasn't her fault she was mentally a small child still learning only taking her first step on this world a year ago and only JUST started talking a few months ago it wasn't her fault

It felt like Ive were strapped to Jake for days the flight being a constant fly no stops a full day of flying and I've been swaddled in a blanket for hours as It will get cold later in the night but we can't stop to give me a blanket so I had to stay wrapped in it the whole time but just tried to sleep the whole time and imagine what out new home will look like

And finally after a long long fly I start to feel the ikran start to slow down and I smell A LOT of water and I yawn and tap Jake "w-we b-b-by w-water??" I studder confused

He let one hand go off the ikran and patted her phead as there going pretty slow and steady now XD and Jake smiles taking in the beautiful ocean "yes we are babygirl look" as he says that y/n turns away from jakes chest she's strapped to and her ears perk up and eyes widen seeing the beautiful water and she gets restless to get out of the swaddle and finally once we land and Jake un swaddled you and you practicly jumped in excitement and Jake tried to be stern "make sure you stay RIGHT by me y/n for your safety do you understand" he says smiling and ruffling her hair and she giggled her ears flickering and she knods

they then walk over and Jake is talking to some man with alot of tattoos and he's verry tall and looks important and Jake is asking him for sanctuary the man looks like he has sympathy for us but then this women comes up to Jake looking last him at me and she grabs my chin and Jake hisses a little out of instinct and his ears push back as the women hisses back at him and examines my whole body and her eyes widen "they have brought a demon here!!!" She says with a snarl and neytiri hisses in reaction at her calling one of her children a demon and examines me and lo'ak us besides Jake the only ones with five fingers "two demons!!!" She looks at she who puts his hands up

"I am toruk makto and I to have demon blood see we are still navi just like you!" He defending his children of course trying to turn the attention into him "we might be different but we can learn your ways we ARE real ometkiya and we can become metkeyina!" He protests and eventually they agree to let us stay and now I'm a bit scared my first impression of this place being bad and now I'm stuck to Jake's side not wanting to leave it as I'm even more confused and scared than usual

Am I always gonna feel like this?

#jake sully #jakesully #avatar #avatar wotw #sully family x reader #atwow loak #avatar angst #avatar x you #loak

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aziraphalalala · 5 months

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She stepped closer, understanding in her eyes.

“So, he left you… for a job opportunity?”

“Nngggghhhyyeeaaaah, you could say that.”

“Well, good riddance. If he didn’t choose you, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“He kind of does, you know.”

This snippet comes from my first ever fic, "In the bookshop, after". I promised I'd answer any asks with 500 words from anywhere on any fic I've written here, so, here we are. Author rambling meta, served piping hot, coming up!

Why did I write this fic?

This fic, albeit a short one-shot, was written in the emotional aftershock of *points finger at the last 15 minutes of Good Omens S2E6*.

The second season finally unleashed a burst of creativity and a desire to write in me that had been lying in wait for quite some time. Suddenly, I had so many ideas, and I needed to let it all out somehow. I drew. I sang. I wrote shitty poetry. I returned to tumblr to scream about Good Omens with everyone else.

Once I wrote this fic, it was like opening a Pandora's Box. I can no longer stop, nor do I want to. Writing gives me life. I enjoy it so much I am now writing a multi-chapter human AU fic which will end up being around 30,000 words. In less than 2 months.

It's crazy, and glorious.

Anyway, back to this snippet.

The characters, the dialogue, the context

This unnamed lady, who steps in to the bookshop as Crowley is slowly but steadily consuming quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol, has an uncanny way of picking up things she shouldn't be able to.

Crowley and the lady have a conversation which happens on multiple levels, especially for Crowley. He ends up being painfully honest, secure in his knowledge that most of it goes over the head of this random person.

We, the readers, are not sure whether that's truly the case. She appears rather unusually perceptive.

I have plans for that random person, and a whole backstory for her. I might write it one day. That fic would go a long way explaining her side of this conversation.

But for now, we don't really know her, and we leave it at that.

What was I thinking as I wrote this?

This moment, these lines, draw heavily from my own life. I, too, once imagined that love is an emotion that in itself can be enough for a relationship. Experience, sometimes harshly, has taught me that in the end, our actions and choices are more important than our intentions and emotions.

Does this person choose me? Do they prioritize my needs? Do they make an effort, day in day out, to make our relationship work?

This is the lesson the lady wishes to drill into Crowley. And if it were any other person in the world, a friend of mine for example, I'd tell them to move on. Good riddance. They don't choose you, they don't deserve you.

But. Aziraphale and Crowley have been friends, enemies and co-conspirators for six millennia. How does one even begin to define the complexities of their relationship?

Have they not, consistently, worked to keep each other safe, to find short moments together that they can share in secret?

Their relationship is a relationship that thrives despite being forbidden. Despite the fear that's ever present in their lives.

Some word choice trivia.

"Job opportunity" is a very purposeful choice, because it's a slightly revolting business jargon term. It's jarring, seeing it in the context of Good Omens and our two supernatural beings. It implies, heavily, that it's a bullshit opportunity, meaning it's not what it seems to be. It implies that the lady thinks Aziraphale made the stupidest choice on the planet for something that isn't worth it.

Crowley kinda agrees, but not whole-heartedly, because I believe he knows Aziraphale had very little choice in the end.

And, let's face it. Being an angel of Heaven is basically a shitty corporate job that sucks the life and soul out of you.

"He kind of does, you know." This is where the conversation really happens on a few different levels. Since Crowley understands why Aziraphale did what he did (at least in my head), he still has hope that they can be together, in the end. That they are, in fact, fighting the same fight, on the same side.

Finally.

I'll leave it to all of you to decide whether the lady truly knows what's up when we say "She stepped closer, understanding in her eyes."

Does she understand, think she understands, or do we misinterpret her expression? Again, how is she there? How can she just pick up the conversation, and so many details without being told?

One day I hope we'll find out.

Thanks for the ask, anon! This was fun. 😊

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misc-obeyme · 6 days

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to the 🪿 anon - your oc Pandora sounds really cool!! i also want more thirteen content 😭 I'd love to see her interact with others more. I can only think of the Battle for the Bread memory card and then that other one with her and Mammon (Panic something?)

I just end up daydreaming about scenarios between characters (and then never writing them down) BUT I'LL GET THERE... EVENTUALLY

I had an idea I wanted to talk about and I've totally forgotten. Anyway, LEVI BIRTHDAY CARD NEVER CAME HOME AND I'M SO SAD 💔 I SPENT SO MANY VOUCHERS, and unlocked so many spaces in devil tree (OG you got 75 devil points after unlocking 400)

WAIT I REMEMBERED MY IDEA, OKAY, UM, HOW DO YOU THINK DEMONS COMPARE TO HUMANS IN TERMS OF- I can't think of the word. Not durability. Endurance? Hm..

Because I'm thinking about Luci and Dia always having tons and tons of paperwork, and wondering if their hand ever cramps. Can demons develop arthritis?? (I ALWAYS COME UP WITH THE SILLIEST QUESTIONS/IDEAS I'M SORRY)

This came up in my mind because we finally got approved to get product in (brand new empty store), and we've been stocking nonstop. On Fri/Sat, me and another manager were in charge of floral AND breaking down everyone's boxes and throwing them out (15+ people who were instructed to throw their cardboard at the end of the aisle to work product faster)

So like, 9 hour shift both days, and my hand is curled around this tiny box cutter for a majority of it. I was switching between opening boxes in floral, and then doing laps around the store every hour to break down and collect everyone's trash. And understandably, it hurt to move my fingers on Sunday lol. I admit I also have a tendency to push myself because I want to get things DONE and move on.

Today I was stocking jewelry so no breaking boxes, just unwrapping beads. My fingers are doing a lot better AND THE AISLE LOOKS SO PRETTY.

Anyway, I wonder if they do get hand pain, and if Barbatos has a cream or pain relieving tea. I need him to teach me his ways.

- ✨ anon

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Anyway, I did not get the Levi bday card, either. But I don't usually try too hard for the bday cards in general. I usually pull once or twice and that's about it. (Obvious exceptions are Barbatos and Solomon. They're the only ones I'm allowed to be weird about when it comes to bday nightmares. Yes I have rules for myself lol.)

Okay, so I've actually considered whether or not I think demons get things like carpal tunnel and like arthritis is a similar situation. And personally, I don't think they do. Because imagine Barbatos, if you will. Certainly a repetitive motion such as whisking or stirring ingredients could give one carpal tunnel if done enough. And that guy is constantly baking. Can you imagine Barbatos ever getting carpal tunnel?

I just think that demons live for so long, they would have to at the very least not get such issues as quickly. They live too long, you know?

BUT. I do love the idea of Barbatos having a little cream that he rubs into his wrists and hands as prevention. And I don't doubt that he knows of such things, too. Hang on why am I remembering a chat about this?

Yeah, I got a daily chat where Barbatos was like "Ciaran there's something weird in the fridge what do you think it is?" And it turned out to be some hand lotion that Diavolo had made for him, but he thought it was some freaky food substance.

I was so touched because awwww Diavolo looking after his old hardworking butler! But it doesn't really say if it's meant to like... relieve hand pain, it's just like yeah some kinda cream lol!

Anyway, I think demons likely either don't get such issues at all or they get them, but it takes a lot longer due to their lifespan situation. Either way, I also think that Barbatos is the one to ask about pain relief... I don't doubt he knows about all the perfect tea blends and likely the perfect types of creams and such, too.

As for you, I must recommend hand stretches. I get wanting to get things done, but if you push yourself too much you could accidentally cause yourself real and long lasting damage! Honestly all you'd need to do is put that knife down for like five minutes and roll your wrist around, maybe do that claw pose with your fingers and move 'em around, you know how it is!

But I'm glad you're feeling better now and I hope you get to do some things that don't put such a strain on your hands!

#my mom has begun to have arthritis and it is not a fun time #but yeah carpal tunnel is no walk in the park either #I've seen plenty of that too #not to get all naggy but please take care of yourself!#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #✨ anon #misc answers

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