#navi⌗oc⌗writes | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

moongumi · 1 year

Note

just wanna share a nsfw thot 🤭 you know with how big the na’vi are. i was thinking about how you would get annoyed because you wanna take our na’vi’s dick all at once but being frustrated to the point of tears and then our na’vi chuckling and that he’s gonna work you open until you’re wet enough and tells you to be patient and that we’ll get what we want

⁀➷ ∵ ❝ try harder❞

⟶ navi!oc x reader

⟶ cw. short thirst, navi!oc, human!reader, size difference, smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, established-relationship, alien x human, teasing + etc.

⟶ wc. 1k+

⟶ note. : ) tryna get back into it, i've been so busy these days hope you enjoy! I'm working on more requests now! i dont think i nailed the request BUT I TRIED

the waves crashing gets louder the more frustrated you get. you huff your breath at him. his skin glows as darkness looms over you, his light blue skin and dark stripes adorn the bright flecks of colour that reflects the moonlight on his skin.

“hfmp–” you groan getting off the ground onto your knees, feeling the tightly woven straw floor underneath your bare skin. the moonlight shines beautifully through the window, shining in your eyes.

he moves, lifting his body off the ground with his hands to right where you did. he lays, head resting on the hand-woven and stuffed pillow. he’s comfortable, resting his arms under his head in a cocky manner. throwing your leg over his waist, you slowly lower yourself onto him. it just won’t fit. “fuck–”

“it’s so cute watching you try,” he cooed, a smile stretching over his pretty face–a chuckle leaves his lips soon after. he moves his hips, nudging upwards for you to try again.

cruel.

“shut up, roa,” you whine, hands resting by his sides getting frustrated with your incapability. your head only gets hotter, heat suddenly feels like it's burning through your whole body.

tangaroa’s grin turns into a smirk. his pride is filled–your small human body, struggling with the sheer size of him fuels his lust. he sits up on his arms, his face coming up to yours–he hums, letting out a quiet coo, “my little human, so small–incapable of taking me. do you want my help?”

“no,” you spit, stubborn and determined to get it in all on your. his teeth show, his smile couldn’t get any bigger, god, he’s fucking loving it–he likes the way you're so strong-willed.

it wasn’t the first time you’ve had sex–every time it’s big, the pain feels good–the stretch is so intoxicating but usually he helps you, warms you up–he’s good at it.

it was getting to a point where you were feeling soreness in your own arms and legs, maybe it was time to give up but hell, you weren't going to give up. “i can do it.”

he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his large hand resting on the small of your back and he pulls you up slightly making your core gush–you sounded ready to him, maybe you only needed a little push. his hands are hot, your breathing labors watching his eyes flicker between yours and your plump lips, “okay, try again, my love.”

the metkayina men are a lot bigger than the others. larger in every single way. even straddling his waist was almost a struggle in itself. you take initiative, dropping lower on his body. his cock stands tall, soaked in your attempts. sitting on it’s shaft you ride on it, rubbing its length between your swollen lips–gosh, the sounds they make, is like music to his ears.

his lips part, and he lets out a pleased sound. he makes the most pretty noises, you feel the lower part of your stomach warm the more his voice sings to it.

the head is thick, larger than the shaft, that in itself was stopping you–the sheer girth and weight of it. “you can play on it all you want, i know you want me inside of you–all of me.” he enjoyed the way you were practically teasing and edging yourself but it was hard for him to hide his own desires.

his hand takes hold of your jaw gently, he brings your face towards his–eyes darkened and his lashes long, flutter against your cheeks. he parts his lips more, he wants it–he knows you do too. you press your lips against his blue ones, the kiss wasn’t slow or gentle at all. its rough, teeth clanging together–his fangs bite down on your lips as they intertwine just like he was trying to devour you. you turn your head, deepening the angle allowing him to only need the slight swipe of his tongue to enter you. his tongue engulfs you, tasting like pure honey–sweet and impossibly delicious. moans leave your lips, getting swallowed by his lips.

his free hand makes it’s way toward your bottom half, gripping your cheeks in them. he parts your cheeks, hearing the way your arousal smacks and sticks to you. “let me help you.”

“but i wanted to–” your lips quiver as if tears wanted to release. frustration to the max, to the verge of tears.

“i know, i know–but i can’t wait, fuck–i want you too much.” he groans through the kiss, rubbing your nape gently to reassure you, “next time, you can take your time–you’ve teased me all day, i can’t help it–you are too fuckable in our clothes.”

his lips leave yours to bite and mark your neck. he sucks and presses his fangs into your skin. his arms are long enough for him to prod his fingers that tickles your core to navigate toward your heat.

it was the first day you truly felt like you belonged here, he'd adorned you with leathers, beads and shells. practically making it known that you were his for his entire tribe to see. it was the most exposed you've ever been but, you didn't feel strange–no, because here everyone was dressed that way–no one looked at you differently. only him, his eyes glued to you all day in those small pieces of clothes.

he feels how much wetter you’ve become already, practically dripping–he breathes heavily onto your collarbone, dropping his head down to suckle at the skin of your breasts, marking the heavily as you could cover them.

his thick fingers poke and pry at your raw and pulsing lips, overused from the attempts of pushing him in. he tuts, feeling bad for you, “at least you tried, hm? such a good girl.” he chuckles, teasing you to get a cute reaction from you.

you whine and pout at him. pushing your ass back into his fingers making them dip into your cunt a bit. you muffled a moan, pushing your head into his braids.

“do not keep those noises to yourself, if you do–i will stop.” he presses his lips to the shell of your ear, "be patient, hm, and you'll get what you want from me."

“okay. please, roa, don't stop."

#☾ ⟶ moon writes #📖 ⟶ request. anon #avatar 2009 smut #avatar smut #navi!oc #navi x reader #avatar way of water smut #avatar way of water x reader #human x alien #alien x human #exophillia #alien smut #navi smut #na'vi smut

3K notes · View notes

snomoscribbles · 2 months

Text

Nanui x Avatar!reader

Rated: Explicit🔞

Tags: fluff and smut, sass, teasing, cunnilingus, eating out, body differences, size difference AO3 Link

(2nd person pov gender neutral terms used) "Courting a Metkayina was not really something you had on your bucket list, but after the last couple weeks you're convinced it should have been."

°•°•°~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~°•°•°

To be completely fair you never thought you'd end up here.

Here being a Metkayina settlement.

When it had been brought up after the bloodshed and chaos, the Metkayina were in need of aid you weren't really expecting to be first on the list for that flight.

And yet. Here you are on the sandy shores of Awa'atlu.

It had been sometime since you ventured too far from the home base. From the Omatikayan. And when you'd arrived you were not prepared for the absolute units that were waiting to greet you.

Omatikaya we're not small. Avatars and their hybrid genes were not small. But the Metkayina were fucking huge. A whole nother level of too damn big.

It was intimidating and interesting from a scientific perspective. The adaptations and changes made to their bodies to make living here easier.

Flat paddle like tails, finned forearms for swimming, teal gradients dappled on their skin to better suit the waves, and don't even get yourself started on the mass of them.

Larger chest and stockier build for the lung capacity they no doubt needed paired with the muscle to swim against ocean currents.

These were some built navi.

And the cherry on top was ink and swirling tattoos tracing the contours of their bodies. The dark markings contrasting with their lighter colors. It was really breathtaking, even the older clan members whose tattoos started to fade over time looked stunning with the meaningful patterns.

Yet as large and imposing as they could be, you found yourself more at home here than you were expecting.

The salty air and sunshine, the glow under the waves at night, and....maybe the company.

You glance over as you make your way across the woven paths of the village, basket of beads and an odd twine of sorts in your hands.

The tattooed craftsman sat as poised as always, a warm smile on his face and ever clear blue eyes hooded with his gaze focused on his work.

Nanui.

The weaver had definitely become someone you'd consider close. A friend.

Just a friend you swore. No matter how many knowing glances and suggestive grins you got from fellow avatar program survivors and other clansmen.

The friendly and warm hearted Navi had caught your attention when you first landed. Understandably after the war was brought to them, most of the Metkayina were wary of strangers. Especially the avatars. But they swallowed some dignity to get the help they needed and you tried your best to be respectful of that.

The first time you set your gaze on him you had to pointedly look UP to see those large inquisitive crystalline eyes. Even amongst his clan, he was tall. You'd imagine he was at least 10 feet tall, which put him about 12 inches and some change taller than you. Your avatar body wasn't the tallest for the Omatikayan, but you were pretty average.

Nanui had a tired and worn but welcoming smile on his face while he explained he would be your guide for the time you were here. No doubt he'd been working on the recovery of his people.

At first you thought the huge man was a guard of sorts meant to keep an eye on you so you didn't cause trouble in the community. It would make sense. But over the weeks you came to realize he was probably one of the few willing to volunteer to be near you at all.

Soon your large guide became a treasured companion, nudging you gently to correct your mistakes when you misspoke or to fix a task you tried to pick up to help the clan. Making jokes and teasing your differences good naturedly. Encouraging your progress with that loud heartfelt laugh and unabashedly cheering when you succeeded.

He seemed to sense your staring and perked up, meeting your gaze with hum of question and a tilt of his head.

"Ah it is the ungrateful one. How are we feeling today, hm?"

You can't help the small laugh and roll of your eyes, padding over to set down your basket of goodies for the weaving circle as you sat down beside him. Your traitorous tail flicked excitedly behind you, but luckily the teal man seemed to pay no mind.

"Im not ungrateful, just untalented. I told you already, Nanui if I could manage to learn to weave, I would."

"You have so little faith in yourself! Anyone can learn in time and time is everywhere. See? You're wasting it right now. You could be stringing beads!"

He grinned, giving you a gentle shove with that joyous laugh that always made your stomach do flips.

"Just because I have a Fifth finger, does not mean I can suddenly make complex patterns out of grass like you do."

"Who said suddenly, hm? I said you need to put time forward to earn your talents. All of you are the same. Flaunting your gifted fifth finger, but not putting it to use! What good is it just sitting there on a lazy hand, hm?"

He reaches over and wiggles your wrist around childishly with a firm pout, making your hand flop around limply.

You steal your hand back with a laugh, "Excuse you sir, they're not lazy. Just... Not as handy as they should be."

The large Navi paused as the words processed and you watch with rapt attention as a smile grew and soon he lets out a deep rich laugh that shakes his shoulders.

"Because it is your hand! Handy! I understand!"

You crack the sappiest smile at his excitement, shaking your head. The Metkayina had taken some time to understand puns but they delighted him once the learning period had passed.

You scoot in closer to look at what he's working on, eyebrows raised curiously.

"So what's today's project,hm?"

"Oh! I am redoing some beaded cords for the entrance of my sisters Marui. My nephews have torn her previous one down with their play. That I...may or may not have taken part in...."

"So you're fixing the entryway beads you tore down chasing Le'awe and Roxua?"

"That is not what I said." He muttered, fighting the grin threatening to spread across his lips with his ears down turned in effort.

"Uh-huh." You hum knowingly with a chuckled.

"Oh, before I forget!" He perks up, setting his beaded project down gently, "I have something for you. Every time I see you walking around you seem so.... Bare."

You look down at your standard RDA clothing. You wouldn't say bare, you were more clothed than any Navi you'd met.

T shirt and shorts made for the avatars. They were easy and made you feel a little more comfortable than most of the pieces you'd been offered by the Omatikayan.

Worried he was going to offer you one of the lovely but very sparse clothing pieces often worn by the Metkayina you default to declining.

"Nanui I'm not really-"

"Here see?" He moved around a couple fronds and unfinished weaving projects before finally pulling out a lovely woven circle with pearls and smoothed sea glass of greens and blues dotting between the braided leather.

"I...an arm band? How will that make me less bare...?" Your voice was soft as you took the offered gift, eyes wide and ears standing at attention to reflect your interest.

It was really beautiful.

"You wear more cloth than anyone I've seen, but it lacks history. No sentiment or care in this weaving." He tugs at the edge of your shirt pointedly, "You are bare of soul. And someone who shines as brightly as you, should have some, yeah?"

You choke up a little, lower lip wobbling at the kind words. You can hear your heart in your ears as you timidly offer him the band.

"Can-can you help me put it on?"

"Of course." He smiles warmly, "I hope this helps you feel more at home here. You grow more and more each day. It's been a privilege to teach you."

His touch is cool against your flushed skin, still warm from the heat of the afternoon and the day of work behind you.

He ties the armband tight enough that it won't budge and it sits comfortably on your bicep. Your skin tingles from the contact of his fingertips that you could swear lingered longer then needed.

You swallow thickly, looking at the Metkayina with a fond smile.

You settle yourself with a small breath, the fingers of your free hand tracing idly back and forth across your new accessory. Definitely a new sensory toy for you. The smooth pearls and tight pattern feel nice under your nervous tracing.

C'mon he made an opening, you can nudge this in the right direction with a little honesty. You got this.

"You know....I do feel more at home here. But that's...um. mostly your doing honestly."

"Hm? Well I would hope so. I am your guide after all. I did not think I was doing the worst of jobs."

You recognize an out for what it is, but clear your throat with a shake of your head.

"No...Nanui. I think....Well you've come to mean a lot to me. And I don't know exactly how that works for you guys here, but I just really wanted to say something because well...I..."

The teal Navi stares at you blankly for a moment and you can feel your nerves start to creep in. But soon the darkest flush you've seen on a Metkayina probably ever lights up his face, ears quivering with whatever emotions were going through his head.

The sound of swishing sand drags your eyes away for just a moment to reveal his large tail dragging back and forth behind him.

The project he'd been holding gets cast aside as he moves towards you, the size difference between you two glaringly obvious when he places his large hands on either side of you and leans down enough so his words are soft for just the two of you. You're close enough to see the soft greens and teals streaked through the icy blue of his eyes.

He tilts his head in question, inky black curls and braids spilling over broad shoulders.

"Are you asking about courting?"

"Y-yeah. I guess I am. Or at least the uh...before courting? Just...showing intent?"

He grins big and wide, prominent dimples dipping at either side. He needed to stop that right now. Something that large shouldn't be that cute.

"Ma'Paskalin, just saying so is perfectly acceptable. Grand gestures are appreciated but you do not need to waste such things on me."

You flush, heat staining your cheeks and manage a belligerent pout despite your excitement at the pet name.

"It's not wasted! If it's you. You're worth some grand gestures or gifts at least."

His smile turns soft and he tilts his head the other way in a gooey heartbreaking puppy eyed look that has you weak.

"You are a gift as you are, Ma'Paskalin. I don't think I could ask Eywa for more."

Oh what the fuck. Right through the heart.

You push a hand to his chest, nudging him back with a flustered huff leaving your lips. You don't push him too far, keeping your hand against the cool teal skin as you mutter in response.

"Okay, okay. I get it. Jesus. I just...I want to do something. Or just ... Have a way for others to know that We are...I don't know together?"

He takes your hands in his gently, pulling them from where they rested at his collarbone to hold them between you two.

He has a crooked smile, tone playful.

"You wish to claim me?"

"I....yeah. yes. If that's what you want?"

"Hm...if there is doubt, perhaps I should make a larger effort to be sure you feel wanted, Yawne. Because I want you."

He brings your hand up, lacing his large fingers with yours from behind and placing a gentle kiss to your palm. Your breath hitches, his words flustering you and making you swallow thickly.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Courting a Metkayina was not really something you had on your bucket list, but after the last couple weeks you're convinced it should have been.

Nanui had always been more affectionate. You'd grown accustomed to leaning on him at group gatherings, the way he gently guided you this way and that with those large hands, his affectionate headbutts when you leaned close enough.

But this. This was a whole different level. The was rarely a moment in Nanuis presence that you weren't being swept into a loose hold. His arms at your waist, sliding around your hips to rest with his chin set atop your head or shoulder while you all conversed with whoever that day.

Tender kisses were pushed to your head, your shoulders, your nose, anytime he laid eyes on you, the affection was expected and sought after. Cool smiling lips against sun warmed skin, picking out luminescent freckles between azure stripes. It didn't take you long to start leaning into it, a rumbling of approval from deep in the Navis chest letting you know he was pleased when you did so.

That sounds alone would send a delighted shiver right down your spine.

He grew more bold as you relaxed into his affections, pinching gently at your tail as he passed and making you yelp and swat at him, tugging you to lay on his chest while the two of you swam, floating and propelling you through the water with sluggish kicks, his fingers gently ran through your hair, assistance freely given to help you with styling it in ways that would be less effected by the waters you now traversed in daily.

He now proudly wore a crudely made necklace around his neck. Longer than his normal set with Omatikayan colors and patterns. Even if you were technically not a part of the Omatikaya clan, it was what you knew and you hoped you weren't going to insult anyone with the less than stellar craftsmanship.

But it was a courting token. And one he nearly cried for when you offered it to him, sheepishly holding the long beaded ring up for him to inspect.

He barely looked at it in honesty which you're flattered by and grateful for. You have a feeling you could've offered him anything and he would accept with gusto.

He'd dove into the necklace like he was going to battle, a dimple summoning grin on his face as he gently butted his forehead against yours.

"I see you Ma'Paskalin." He murmured softly, eyes wide with awe and affection.

You could barely breathe with his intensity, letting out a laugh and throwing your arms around those teal dappled shoulders, nuzzling your nose against his with your ears flickering with delight.

"I see you."

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

The eclipse had past hours ago, the celebration of the night still singing in your veins.

There had been a wonderful feast. With music and dancing into the night. The hunters had brought back an impressive catch and in the warmth of the season a gathering was overdo. And it was the first you'd witnessed since coming here.

Everyone was adorned with elaborate traditional jewelry, hand painted markings, and colorful hair pieces. Including yourself, though you still opted for a little more coverage, the ropes and beads at your hips felt nice and your skin was more open to the cool sea air.It was amazing to see. The colors and shadows dancing off of teal navi around the fire as they danced and laughed. Including yours.

Nanui was laughing loud and joyous, twirling his youngest of three nephews and letting him stand on his feet beside the roaring fire. White and yellow patterns flow down his body, streaks of colored paint dragging across the taut skin of his stomach, swirling on either side of his hips and connecting at his naval.

And as always, clasped firmly around his neck is your courting gift. You can't help the swell of affection in your chest, your fingers coming up to gently trace the shells at your own throat that he'd gifted you in return shortly after agreeing to your courting.

It was surreal and you can't fight your smile when he looks up to locks eyes with you. He's so full of life and wonder and love, it's almost overwhelming. As if he was contagious. And he was yours.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

The warmth of the fire had left your skin as you stumbled your way through the sand laughing, hand in hand with the large tattooed man that had come to hold your heart.

Encompassing hands grasp your waist, fingers nearly meeting as they gently lay you down on the comfortable layered bedding in Nanui's darkening mauri.

Heated open mouthed kisses are peppered down your throat, making you arch further into the touch with a shuttered breath past your lips.

"Nnnnanui. Shit."

Teeth nibble at your collarbone, intense blue gaze flickering up as the Metkayina Navi leaves a dark possessive mark on you.

He's been paying attention, dragging his firm grip up with just enough pressure that your skin dips beneath his touch and noting every sigh and twitch you make.

"Precious....look at you Ma'Paskalin..."

He doesn't move his lips from your skin, tongue and teeth tracing the patterns and star scattered freckles as he situates himself between your parted legs. ”Is this okay,Yawne?” He breathes against your navel, intense gaze dragging upwards as he questioned softly, “I'm happy to stop where you see fit. You’ll tell me, yeah?” ”y-yeah. More than okay. Please don’t stop.” you managed to force out with a deep flush staining your face, swallowing thickly as he continues to lavish your body in affection as he descends. He takes his time to press kisses and soft bites to every mark and freckle he passes, a steady rumbling in his chest making you melt into the bedding beneath you. ”Wouldn’t dream of it, If I tasted nothing but your skin from this day forward, I would want for nothing.” That should be weird to hear, but you cant help the small whine that leaves you with the playful bite he leaves at your hip. He tucks his fingers into the corded top of your bottoms, eyes drifting up once again. You give him a nod of encouragement and he smiles big and crooked and awed and it makes your heart hurt with the flux of affection within you.

Dragging the cloth own your thighs slowly, he presses his fingers into the striped skin of your legs as he goes, bringing them back up to grip your thighs firmly once its discarded with his ear perked in interest, pupils blown wide. You part your legs to welcome wide shoulders between, the teal navi sliding his hands to the tops of your thighs to pull you in and you laugh a little at the movement.

A small gasp falls from you as he presses his lips flush against you, wasting no time before they part and soon you’re overwhelmed with the heated wet tongue dragging across you.

Your teeth clench, biting off a desperate whine as you press your hips upward into that devilish tongue. Your ears flatten against your head, the mat beneath your back the only thing grounding you as you reach between your parted thighs to grab hold of the loose curls in a tight grip.

The bluest eyes peer up at you over the beaded belt at your hips gifted by Nanui himself and left on to chime with your movements,a large scarred hand pressed against your stomach to keep you pinned while long curling strokes of that tongue against you makes you squirm against his hold. The heat builds, the air thickening around you as you buck against him fruitlessly and your breathing becomes labored.

Nothing could prepare you for the way he dove in like a man starved, consuming every gasp and whimper and sigh with a focus that had you tilting your head back, unable to handle the eye contact.

“f-fuck. Right there.”

A man on a mission, he obliges,letting his tongue out further to accommodate you. You knew you wouldn’t last long like this.With his sole focus on your pleasure and hellbent on giving you everything.

You could already feel the pressure of an oncoming release, tears not quite spilling from your watery eyes as he doubled down, hands gripping harder at your thighs, large fingers sliding against the sweat slicked skin. You expected a break somewhere between starting and now, to have a moment to breathe while he leaned back to replenish his own air. But it wasn’t happening. He explored you further,fluid drags of tongue and teeth and suction that had your toes curling and your breath stuttering. You grip his hair tighter, the Metkayina groaning lowly against you and giving another stimulant on top of his ministrations. His hair falls over his shoulders in dark waves as you manage to free it from the bun on the back of his head, giving you more to grasp. ”Shit-shit-shit. Nanui. Im gonna…please…” You’re tipping over the edge soon after when he presses in further, his hands spanning over the entirety of your hips and letting you grind into him as you reach your peak with a loud sob and tears finally spilling over.

Your thighs quake at the sides of his head, squeezing him between them as he continues his work though slower.Long languid motions that have you gasping for breath at the sensation.

But he’s not stopping. He still hasn’t run out of that famed Metkayina lung capacity and you feel yourself twisting a little in his grip.

He doesn’t relent, holding you firmly and coaxing more whines and pleas from you with every swallow and flex of his throat. You’re actively crying at this point, gasping for breath and lungs burning as you writhe. Fuck. It was too much. You’re oversensitive and the only thing keeping you from begging him to stop is how slow and warm and gentle the glide of his tongue is, tasting without pushing. Like you were his last meal and he was going to make it last as long as he could.

It wasn’t building into an orgasm like the first, it was a constant pleasure. Oozing into your body like an oil slick and coating every nerve until you were shaking and you nearly ached with it.

Water bubbles on your lashes, breath ragged and stuttered as you finally find the means to speak. ”I-I cant again…please…Nanui.”

Its only then that he pulls back, licking his lips that were shining, slick, and mildly swollen, having the nerve to look not the slightest bit out of breath as a presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, resting his cheek there to look up at you like he didn’t just eat you out until you cried with absolute adoration.

“How do you feel, Ma'Paskalin?” He slides his hands up and down your sides gently, bringing you down from your shaking over-stimulation with gentle touches as he sits up to loom over you. His eyes flicker back and forth, taking in your expression for any discomfort.

You cant help but laugh breathlessly, shaking your head.

“I feel like my bones have been replaced with jelly.”

He smiles so softly, every bit of love and affection he possessed drowning you through his large eyes.

“I will assume that’s a good thing?”

“Baby, its fucking amazing.C’mere.”You pull him down so his weight is pressed against you, firm and comforting,pressing a kiss to his nose.

“I'm not going to lie, I was freaking out when I realized you didn’t need to come up for air.”

“oh?” ”Don’t you ‘oh’ me. You know exactly what I'm talking about you free diving bastard.” ”Yawne…you have come diving with me. And you know very well I could have dived for much longer.”

You flush darkly at the thought. You did know that. You’ve seen some of the reef clan free dive for nearly half an hour. And you didn’t know if that was the longest they could go, or just what they had needed at the time. Jesus. ”Well. I uh- I guess we’ll have to test that.”

There's a mischievous grin on his face as he leaned down to butt his forehead against yours in the sweetest movement, taking your chin in between his fingers. With the size of his hand it was really more like pinching most of your jaw. ”Anytime you’d like, Kalin. Im happy to indulge.” {Kalin: sweet to the taste}

114 notes · View notes

edwards-exploit · 7 months

Text

Troublesome Tangmere and 249 Squadron Reliable Rebecca!

In an ideal world, we could've had a story where Tangmere causes good old Sundrian Confusion and Delay and then promptly eats shit.

Rebecca as 249 Squadron wasn't my idea, but it's been ingrained into my head nonetheless. I like the idea of a Rebecca that spent most of her life in scrapyards and storage and then still coming out singing- quite literally! But the trauma of it is still very much there, just... lingering. I imagine 'What Rebecca Does' was one of those moments where her anxiety and self doubt got the better of her- she only spent a short while on rails, and while she did pull expresses like The Night Ferry back on the mainland, here on Sodor it seemed that everyone is much more.... experienced and worldly and cool, and most of all, they got modifications and rebuilds to work around their design flaws while Rebecca is still very much an unrebuilt bulleid pacific. Poor girl's not sure what she can really do, after all these years and with her mechanical problems. This isn't even getting into when she WAS in service- her family was fine, and quite loving actually- and the ex SR engines were a decent sort! Everyone else, however...

#this is all to say that i heart rebecca. and i think the bulleids should get more attention in ttteblr CAN WE GET A HURRAY FOR THE BULLEIDS #live from tidmouth #creative on the mainline #ttte #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte rebecca #ttte oc #ttte oc tangmere #stream pollyanna by catherine warwick and maybe you'll understand rebecca as a character #ALSO i imagine that the bulleid pacifics were... looked down upon by the lms and lner pacifics shall we say #the sr engines were probably ignored at best #but i think the other pacifics saw an easy target in the merchant navies and west country/battle of britains because of how... shall we say #rather janked the classes were #which led to the bulleids becoming both supportive yet also very defensive #rebecca's defensiveness manifested more positively. with her not taking stuff personal and playing along #her siblings... not so much #tangmere in particular will go for the jugular if you tease him even slightly #and also im writing a series of rebecca one shots from start of service to being sent to sodor #we'll see if i manage to post even one....

130 notes · View notes

eywaseclipse · 28 days

Text

As much as I absolutely adore the first series I wrote way back last year, it does lack the originality I pride myself in with writing and creating. It was a huge feat for me to publish my very own series with Jake and my oc. And now I’m ready to potentially develop a better one. I’m not sure if I’ll delete it just yet. Especially because the epilogue was really damn cute. But we shall see…

9 notes · View notes

lind-artist-blog · 6 days

Text

CW: this side story may be a bit triggering for some so reader discretion is advised.

Now, I have an ANGSTY story for you all! For context Rain is visiting A’kans clan in the mountains and is attacked by one of his clan memebers (her name is Ka’en and she’s Skatyari’s mother. And for those who don’t know Skatyari is Ke’txos fiancée.) with that being said ON WITH THE STORY!

I sat on the cliffside waiting for A’kan to grab something to drink. We were going to watch the the final eclipse and see the day turn to night. Kind of like watching the sunset back on earth but way better in my opinion. The planets were already reflecting the light with a warm orange glow that starkly contrasted the deepening blue of the sky. I never get tired of watching these.

<What are you doing here?> A harsh female voice came from behind me.

I whipped around and saw Skatyari’s mother, Ka'en, glaring at me. I immediately got away from the cliff's edge. <I- I’m sorry was I not supposed to sit here? I’ll move->

<That is not what I meant.> Her words pierced the air like a knife and I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

<May I ask what you do mean?> I clutched at my poncho. This was… making me anxious.

<You are as dim as you are blind! Why did you really come to the Tun’ngay?> She tilted her head up and looked down on me with a sneer.

I felt my ears droop as the memory of Tsrälae finding me when I was twelve and all the struggles I’ve faced the past few years came back. <I...I’m not comfortable talking- >

<What?> I stood there dumbfounded.

<Do you know why we call your kind dreamwalkers?> Ka’en grabbed my wrist holding my hand up. I felt my eyes burn.

<I-I don’t understand! Let go of me!>

I started to cry silently. It was stupid, but I couldn’t do anything else. I didn’t understand why she was being so cruel. What did I do to offend her?

<And now you use false emotions to gain sympathy? You will not get such weakness from me.> She then gripped my wrist so tightly I could feel the blood being cut off in my fingers. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt and I was trying so hard to get my emotions in control that my throat burned every time I opened my mouth. I had to get my emotions under control before I got hurt more.

She continued to drag me until we made it to the common meeting area in the center of the mountain. Olo’eykytan Ngäfti and Uk’leng looked up to see us and I could see Uk’leng suppress a growl but Leader Ngäfti lifted an arm as he quickly got up and stared at us.

<What is the meaning of this?> He asked sharply.

<The Tun’ngay are blind to what they allowed to live with them! I intend to make them see the danger that this demon in it’s false body represents to all Na’vi!> She threw me onto the ground in view of everyone. I let out a pained grunt when Ka’en grabbed my hair and then pulled up so that I was arching my back. I suppressed a sob and opened my eyes. I could see Uk’eng and Safiraye looking at me, but my head was reeling so much I couldn’t tell what expressions they were making. But I definitely heard Safiryae let out a hiss.

<Ka’en! What did Tompa tell you?> A’kan’s mother and the tsahik of their clan spoke clearly and with such force that everyone backed away as she walked towards us.

<She didn’t have to tell me anything! And no demon has ever had a name like ‘Tompa.’ It can not be her real name! All Dream Walkers lie!> I flinched as I heard her draw her knife from its sheath and held it under the collar of my poncho.

<The fact that she chooses to wear such strange clothing proves that she is hiding something!> and with a jerk of her blade, the poncho ripped and fell to the ground. She let go of my hair and I collapsed, my back was exposed. My back was exposed! I heard gasps and whispers from the Kawk’syal. Trembling, I tried to gather the tattered poncho to cover up again, but Ka’en stepped on my hand. I repressed a scream of pain as I looked pitifully up at her

<Something with scars like these should not be allowed to live.> Ka’en sneered as I weakly watched her raise the blade over her head.

I saw the blurred silhouette of A’kan tackling Ka'en off of me. She rolled away and hissed but her ears flattened against her head when A'kan let out a roar like hiss in her direction. He brought me into an embrace, shielding my back from the crowd. With one arm around my shoulders and his other hand held his sätstal between us and Ka’en. I was in shock... I couldn’t speak. All I could do was repress my sobs. I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably in A’kan's arms and he held me tighter.

<ENOUGH!> I heard Ngäfti’s stern voice echo through the mountain cluster. I looked up, trembling in A’kans arms as he approached.

<YOU CAN NOT BE SERIOUS!> Ka’en tried to object as she got up and I could tell A’kan was glaring daggers at her… I kept my eyes on the ground… I didn’t want her to grab me again…

<Your actions have brought shame to us all Ka’en! We will discuss this when Tompa is safe.> Ngäftì glared at Ka’en before turning around to speak with Uk’leng and the other members of the clan.

I was in a daze as I was helped to my feet and led by A’kan to the Ikrans. I couldn’t remember the whole flight back to the forest. Everything was in a blur like a pointless painting. It was only when we landed and Tsahik Safiryae and Tsrälae ran up to me asking me questions. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I do remember staring at them for a minute before I felt the tears well up again.

“I...I want to go to my bunk.” was all I could say. I slowly began to walk to the caves with my head down when Akan grabbed my hand.

“I will go with you.”

I looked up, a bit shocked, I never heard him speak English before. Listlessly I looked over to Tsakik and Tsrälae and they both nodded.

“I will come too. I don’t want you to be alone.” Tsrälae said and led us both to the caves where my bunker was moved. A’kan kept squeezing my hand as we walked and I could tell he was upset. As soon as we were inside, I burst into tears again. I tried to push the sobs back but they broke through. I felt so pathetic and weak. Both A’kan and Tsrälae held me as I broke down and they guided me to the makeshift pillow fort I constructed when I was a kid. We laid down looking up at the trinkets gifted to me by the Tun’ngay and only then I began to calm down a bit.

My heart was so heavy in my chest. I didn’t want to think about what happened but it was so hard not to. Ka’en was so vicious and angry at me for what the humans had done to her home and her family. And she directed her anger towards me… I wish she didn’t but maybe I deserved it.

I rolled over and felt A’kan wrap his arm around my waist and I felt my body tense up a bit, but I wasn’t afraid. He kept me safe...he is safe. I felt my eyes grow heavy as sleep overcame me and everything went black... That’s the last thing I could remember.

#avatar #art #ocs #ocart #originalcharacters #navi oc #pandora #navi #avatar oc #short story #short angsty story #angsty one shot #writing

14 notes · View notes

fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

Photo

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖞'𝕬𝖒𝖍𝖚𝖑 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓

Tw: mentions of na’vi sacrifices, mentions of death, polyamory, some things may be repeated.

Author’s note: I wanted to do a little headcanon about the Ay’amhul clan, since I feel that you guys should know a bit more about them outside the Fire and Ash series. A translator is used, I’m not sure if its accurate. Hopefully this makes sense. (I can’t sleep so, I just wrote this)

P.s. I read a comment from my post from earlier seeing that they had an idea for the courting ritual, I liked it so I decided to add it. Thank you @/kuro-nokeiyakusha :3

Masterlist

It is known that it is a Female dominated clan, they’re males but not as many as females. The birth rates for males is very low. When it comes to wanting children, one must give a life in order to have a life of their own.

The reason why they don't have a Olo'eyktan, it is more of a masculine role. So they prefer to just go by as Tsahik, or Na' le kaajo' (Mother of the people), since the Mother is considered to be the protecter.

They have pale white skin, which resembles the color of ashes. Their patterns are dotted instead of strapped, which are a light pale colored. They either have red or amber eyes, their freckles are yellow and they also glow yellow.

The females average height is 9'7, but can be taller. Males average height is 8′7.

They speak Na’vi but they also have their own language known as Yucatec.

Besides female and Males, they also have a third gender which is called/referred to as a Ma' binario (Non-binary) it isn’t very common but they have been some people who had identified as a Ma' binario.

They do practice polyamory, mostly high ranking na’vi, it is very rare for a Tsahik to have a Polyamorous relationship since they lean more towards Monogamy.

Their riding animal is that fire snake and a creature known as a Ahuizotl.

Their weapons they'll have spears, darts, shields and Macuahuitl. When it comes to a Macuahuitl, they’re made by the na’vi who are doing their Iknimaya.

Their for of Iknimaya, they must tame a Ahuizotl, walk a mile on hot rocks and lastly a the ceremony in whish the Tsahik will give them three beads to add to their songcords. Some beads may involve, bravery, loyalty, adulthood and another of any other something they had done or learn. They also receive a name which the people would call them by (For ex. y/n The White Death)

When it comes to death, they have been taught from a young age that death is just a part of life, without death there wouldn’t be life. When death comes to them, they believe that it is an honor and that Eywa has chosen them to join her. Whether is of natural cause or done by sacrifice.

Their courting rituals involve wrestling the female they want to court. She must be brought down during this so called ‘dance’ (that’s how they refer it) if they manage to bring her down, then she’ll accept their advances.

The other form is to show their hunting, this is to show that they’re are a good provider along with their chosen female (both people must provide to each other), if they’re able to hunt like or better than the potential mate then they’ll be close on being the other’s mate.

The next step is that they have to go for a hunt and bring back the heart of an animal to bring back to the woman that they want, this proves that they do wish to be with the female they desire.

The last step, to show the parents of the female they want, they also must fight their siblings if they have any or parents, this is to show that they’re able to protect their mate as well as be able to fight along side them.

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #avatar x y/n #atwow x y/n #fire na'vi #fire na'vi y/n #fire na'vi oc #fire navi reader #Yolotli #Eztli #Nicte #Petli #aphrodite's writing #aphrodite's headcanons #atwow headcanons #fire and ash headcanon

81 notes · View notes

littlemissgeek8 · 6 months

Text

I've spent the last year or so kicking around the idea of creating a new Net Navi for Anetta (look she's been a blorbo of mine since like, 2007/8-ish?) and I think I kind of have something I like?

I'm tentatively going with the name Floret.exe, she's a wood-type navi slightly inspired by the very first navi oc I made over a decade ago. (RIP Petal.exe) I don't have much info about the character herself other than a design, but I think she's going to be primarily green, with pink hair (and the long floaty bits are probably going to be pink too? They're translucent a bit like Roll's headpiece stuff.)

Also bonus grade 7 Anetta, since I've also toyed around with the idea of making a story about the creation of Floret, and I've headcanoned Anetta being like, a year older than the main crew, so when they're in grade 6, she'd be starting middle school and actually having to wear a uniform.

#rockman.exe #megaman #mmbn #megaman battle network #megaman nt warrior #net navi oc #rockman anetta #megaman anetta #mmbn anetta #my art #please do not expect me to actually have the energy for writing #i've been trying to get myself to write for a year and it just doesn't want to work #but i think some of it was also not having Floret nailed down?#also i know it's SUPER late but i had to get it up tonight #because both poses are based on Sailor Venus and today's her birthday sooooo

15 notes · View notes

lloyd-007 · 1 year

Note

Hey, I just wanted to say I love the plot concept behind your story 7 years! It sounds so interesting. I can't help but imagine how overwhelming it would feel for Spider to wake up years later in a young Na'vi body, and then have to also deal with the revelation that Miles also has a wife and other children now.

Omg thank you!

Yes, it’s gonna be hard for Spider. For him, it feels like everyone has moved on while he's stayed the same. When he finally meets his new step mum and new sibling(s) he feels somewhat left out and he’s grieving for what he’s missed out on. His dad Quaritch has ‘moved on’ found a wife and they had a child he’s built a new life for himself. Without him.

Spider also has to get used to his new body, despite it being a young Navi body (12-14?) it’s still hard to get used to, he’s taller , his hair is now shorter, and he has a tail. He’s gonna have to adjust and he will, eventually.

37 notes · View notes

cerine0357 · 8 months

Text

Zional MorningStar

"If I as the devil need someone's consent to enter their body.....THEN SO DO YOU!"

@crownxie @primordixl @bertry3 @achy-boo @nyrwve @writerig @yourlocalintrovertt @nunezs-stuff @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe @juvellianovo @roseadleyn @dxmoness

#OUR DARLING DEMON BOY'S FATHER!!!!#THE GREAT EMPEROR OF INFERNAL!!!#navi⌗oc⌗writes #yandere boy #yandere #yancore #yandere girl #yanderecore #yandere headcanon #yandere boyfriend #male yandere #tw yandere #yandere male #soft yandere #yandere demon emperor #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you

121 notes · View notes

lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

Text

Izumi Shimizu

"Sometimes we need a fantasy to survive the reality"

tag: @sidra-29 @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe @ramblehour @roseadleyn

#navi⌗oc⌗writes #my favorite oc #tw yandere #yandere oc art

78 notes · View notes

frogletscribe · 4 months

Text

Until It Doesn’t Hurt

Chapter 11: So Long and Lost

Summary:

20 years since the RDA was pushed off of the moon of Pandora, they are back once more. The RDA thinks their only problem is the traitor Jake Sully and his family, but as it turns out, Jake wasn’t the only ‘problem’ left behind 20 years ago.

Anthe was a child soldier, stolen from their home and forced to learn the ways of the humans, erasing any of their connections to the Na’vi from before. Finally free from the RDA’s hold after being trapped in cryosleep, they're about to make themselves everyone's problem.

---

Tenak has entered the chat, Neteyam struggles to adapt, Anthe and Spider get bad news

_____________________________________________

Pairing: Aged Up!Neteyam X Nonbinary!Na'vi!Reader/OC (OC and Neteyam are both around 20)

Warnings: Mentions of Past Violence, Mentions of Past Trauma, Mild Claustrophobia, No Use of Y/N, Blood, Self-depreciation, Neglectful Parenting, Suggestive Themes, Mutual Pining, Hurt-Comfort, Found Family

WC: 3672 words. AO3 Link Here

A/N: Okay its been a sec! I graduated college (yaay) and also had my laptop and switch stolen in the same day (;~;) SO, this took me a minute to finish. Also thank you to everyone who has been liking and reblogging my doodles!

I feel like I should also note that I still have not played Frontiers of Pandora so, there are obviously going to be differences. I'm staying away from using too many explicit references, or else im gonna frustrate myself when i actually do get to play the game lol

{ } indicate speaking Na'vi

Masterlist

Previous Next

_____________________________________________

One of Tenak’s clearest memories of his childhood was the first time had met Anthe. He was thirteen years old, the oldest child to have been taken just a few years prior. There were only three others then, all between eight and eleven, and all looking to him for safety and guidance. Anthe arrived with three more children, nine years old and full of spite and fire. The others that came with them were even smaller, six and seven at most, clinging to Anthe’s legs, trying to hide from the strangers that had killed their families and stole them from their homes.

Tenak watched through the classroom window with Kala, a girl from his village that had been stolen with him, waiting to see what would happen with this new group of Na’vi children. They watched the RDA soldiers try to drag Anthe and the other kids towards the classroom. The smaller children went more easily, still too scared to fight back, but not Anthe. Tenak watched the younger child kick and hiss at the soldiers. Teacher tried to step in, urging the soldiers to stop trying to force the child to go, but the soldiers were already angry, and Anthe was still kicking and cursing at anything that tried to get too close.

So, Tenak made a choice. He left the classroom, pushing past Teacher and the soldiers and putting himself between them and the child. Someone tried to grab him, and drag him back into the classroom as well, but at thirteen Tenak was already taller and stronger than the human soldiers, and could easily brush them back. He stuck out a hand to who he would soon know to be Anthe, helping them back to their feet where the soldiers had pushed them down. They eyed him warily, as Teacher was frantically trying to keep the soldiers from escalating things further.

“{Why do you dress like them?}” Anthe’s voice was small but accusatory. Tenak looked down at himself, clad in the TAP issue pants and shirt he wore. By contrast, this new child still wore their more traditional Na’vi clothes, a woven and beaded top with matching tewng.

“{They took my clothes.}” He said simply, his mother tongue feeling rusty in his own mouth. “{They will take yours too, and anything else you have.}” The child swallowed, curling in on themselves protectively.

“Hey! English only! You know the rules!” One of the soldiers grabbed Tenak by the arm, shouting in his face.

“They do not know English yet.” He hissed back through gritted teeth. “They are confused, and will not listen until they know what’s going on.” There was a moment of tension, Tenak staring down the soldier holding him, ears pinned back against his skull.

“Then do your explaining back in the classroom.” The soldier finally relented, shoving the children towards the door. Anthe was less resistant this time, holding close to Tenak as he quietly ushered them into the room, Teacher close behind them. The three other new children were all huddled together around Kala, sniffling and sobbing into her shirt. She was only eleven, and already acting like a mother hen for all the younger children.

“Okay.” Teacher let out a shaky breath, closing the door behind her. “New agenda for the day, we are going to help our new friends get adjusted.” Her smile when she turned back to the eight Na’vi children did not meet her eyes, and Tenak could see the anxiety in the shake of her hands.

Over the next several hours, Tenak and Kala helped Teacher clean up and dress the new children in TAP uniforms. More soldiers came and went, taking away the children’s old clothes and songcords, but while there were many tears, this time there was less fighting. Anthe, as Tenak finally managed to get their name, refused to make a single sound or acknowledge anyone but him. Not once did they cry, only gritting their teeth and clenching their fists as even more was taken from them. That was the last day any of them were allowed to speak Na’vi freely and without punishment, the last day they had even the smallest taste of home, and the first day of the rest of their lives.

Ten years they stayed in TAP, losing their language and stories with the passage of time. Ten years trapped in a cage that turned them into weapons against their own people. All the younger ones were gone now and all that was left were Tenak, Kala, and Anthe. But, Anthe hadn’t woken up when he and Kala had. They had lost fifteen years of their lives to the cryopods and Anthe was still asleep.

Every year, for the last five years, he had made a point of going back to TAP and checking on Anthe in their pod. When he and Kala had first woken up, Anthe’s pod was the only other one to have not gone completely dark already. They had tried everything they could think of to get their younger sibling out and nothing had worked. So Tenak took to waiting, going back as often as he could, waiting for Anthe to wake up.

However, he had gotten caught up in the new RDA invasion, trying to protect the new friends and clans he had met in the Western Frontier of Pandora, and now Anthe was gone. Tenak had returned to where Kala was staying with the Aranahe clan in a panic, Pandora was a big place and their younger sibling could be anywhere. Kala was significantly calmer about the news, reassuring him that Anthe would find their way back to them. She had always been the wisest of their family and a mother figure to the younger of them.

“They are strong, Tenak. Anthe knows how to take care of themselves.”

“But they are alone! And you know they hate about being around strangers. They’re not going to stay with another clan.” Tenak knew Anthe too well, and knew their anxiety about being an outsider. He had struggled with it as well before he and Kala had met the clans in the west.

“We don’t know that. There are many clans, it's entirely possible that they found a safe place to stay.”

But where Kala was a calm and patient voice to soothe him, Tenak’s own inner voice was the exact opposite. Within two days, Tenak was searching every clan in the area, using an old photograph of the two of them he carried with him to ask if anyone had seen Anthe. The longer he searched the more stressed he got, especially knowing that the RDA was back, leaving Anthe in more danger because of it.

Now, Tenak was practically a year into his search, and there was still no sign of his younger sibling. Kala stayed behind with the Aranahe, just in case they popped up, but Tenak set his sights for the East. There were a number of clans in that direction, as well as the new RDA headquarters if his intel was right. If Anthe was there then Tenak would find them, no matter what it took.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The Metkayina Clan at Awa’atlu were kind to the Sully’s for the most part. The first few weeks in the reef village were tense, but with help from the Olo’eyktan and his family, mostly his daughter Tsireya, the family was brought quickly into the larger community. Neteyam’s siblings seemed to take to the ways of the water quickly, but the same could not be said for Neteyam himself. Where once he excelled in every aspect of his life, now he floundered. He struggled to master the breathing techniques Tsireya taught them, and grew frustrated by his slow pace in the water. It was not helped by Ao’nung, Tsireya’s older brother, and his taunting. Neteyam hadn’t wanted to leave home in the first place, but he needed to stay strong for the rest of his family. There was no room for Neteyam to mourn.

Now he sat on the sandy beach, watching his siblings joke with each other and their new friends. Kiri and Tuk were building a sandcastle with Tsireya, while Rotxo was play-fighting in the serf with Ao’nung. Lo’ak had run off in a huff earlier, upset that no one believed that his new Tulkun friend was not the killer they believed it to be. At least his younger brother was no longer fighting with Ao’nung. It was a good development, especially given the recent fight the Sully brothers had had with the Metkayina man and his friends. Neteyam licked the healing cut on his lip at the memory, wincing as it still stung. Neteyam was still pissed at Ao’nung himself, even if his brother had apparently forgiven him. After the fight, when Lo’ak had attempted to make peace, Ao’nung had almost gotten Lo’ak killed, abandoning the younger man outside the reef in Akula territory. At least, there was no more fighting or insults being thrown.

Neteyam thought now, as he did often, of Anthe, wondering if they were okay, if they had escaped the RDA or were still there with Spider. If they were even still alive. He thumbed softly at the hilt of Anthe’s knife, the only thing he had left of them besides the gifts he never got the chance to give them. Neteyam had finished the knife he made for them, and kept it wrapped up with his belongings, and the clothes Kiri had made for them, hiding it from view. No one had tried talking to him about Anthe since they left the Omaticaya except Kiri, who did her best to reassure him that they would be fine, wherever they were. Even his parents seemed to avoid the subject, as if they had never existed, as if they had never spent the better part of a year in the family's company.

He thought back to their last conversation, how Anthe could believe they weren’t worthy of safety or belonging within the Omatikaya. The thought that they couldn’t ever belong. At the time, he found it hard to understand. He couldn’t see how just having a different upbringing could make a person feel so separate from those around him. Unwelcome. Outsider. But, Neteyam understood it now. He felt it, here with the Metkayina, where none of his previous skills had value, and he was no longer the eldest son of the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya. Just another demon blooded outsider. Kiri and Lo’ak had it even worse too, he knew that, even back home they had struggled. Neteyam felt like he had no right to feel this pain now, while his siblings had felt it their entire lives. At least he had his family, all together, all safe, going through the same things with him. Anthe was just alone, not knowing if their family was even alive. No wonder nothing he said had helped. No wonder they had left him when he couldn’t even understand that much.

“{‘Teyam?}” Kiri’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, back to the beach.

“{Kiri, hey.}” Neteyam shook himself, pocketing the knife again.

“{Are you alright?}” Kiri asked, plopping herself down beside him, and leaning close.

“{I’m fine.}” He shrugged, not looking at his younger sister.

“{Come on, Neteyam, don’t be like that.}” Kiri frowned, nudging Neteyam in the side. “{You’re worried aren’t you?}” Neteyam just shrugged again, leaning into Kiri a bit.

“{I’m fine, Kiri, I promise.}”

“{But you’re not! I know you miss Anthe and your home sick, we all are.}”

“{Kiri.}” He sighed, “{You really do not need to worry about me, I will be fine, I’m just…}”

“{Sad. You’re sad, and heart broken, and I know you would rather wallow in it but I don’t accept that. I miss Spider more than anything, but we have to trust that they will be okay. They will come back.}” Kiri spoke, holding Neteyam’s face in her hands and forcing him to look at her. Of course he knew she was right, just as she usually was. Neteyam let out a heavy sigh, slumping into his sister’s hands and letting his face squash in her palms. Kiri smiled, pinching her older brother's cheeks with a soft chuckle.

“{Tsireya said she got her mother's permission to take us to the Spirit Tree here, you should come with us. Please, come with us.}”

“{Okay.}” Neteyam nodded finally, letting Kiri drag him back to his feet.

“{Is he coming?}” Tuk hollered, seeing her older siblings approach where she and Tsireya sat.

“{Should we try to find Lo’ak too?}”Tsireya looked to Kiri, worried expression on her soft features. The Metkayina girl had grown close with Neteyam’s younger brother, who in turn had a very obvious crush on her as well.

“{I’m not sure he really wants to be around us yet. We can bring him next time.}” Kiri sighed.

It didn't take long for the group to reach the Metkayina’s underwater Spirit Tree, but the sun was still setting quickly in the distance. Ao’nung had excused himself before the group had left, leaving Tsireya and Rotxo to guide Neteyam and his sisters. Even from atop the waves, the view of the glowing tree below them was breathtaking. Tuk was standing excitedly on the back of Kiri’s Ilu, eager to jump straight in, while Tsireya explained that she and Rotxo would act as the Sully’s dive partners to keep them safe while they connected to the tree.

One by one they each slipped from the backs of their Ilu and dove down into the water. Neteyam could see that Kiri especially seemed excited. She had prayed at the Brother Tree back in their home forest all the time, and was deeply spiritual compared to Neteyam and the rest of his siblings. This would be the first time in months that she could connect to Eywa again since they left. Rotxo brought Tuk to one coral-like branch of the tree while Tsireya led Neteyam and Kiri to their own, encouraging them to connect. He could see why his little brother could be falling for such a sweet girl. Carefully, he reached back for his kuru, watching the pink tendrils hidden beneath the end of his braid eagerly reach for the tree as he brought them to the branch and closed his eyes.

Neteyam was back in the forest, familiar and warm, in an area he knew quite well. He followed the small path to the pond he had brought Anthe to so long ago. It was just as he remembered, the afternoon light bleeding softly through the tree canopy above, glittering across the shifting pool like gems. It felt calm there, peaceful in a way Neteyam missed. But something still felt like it was missing, beyond just the fact that Neteyam knew he wasn’t actually there. It was calm, but it was also lonely, the lack of Anthe’s presence making itself known.

Homesick, heartbroken, hopeless, Neteyam felt all of it. At least here, he could actually let himself feel it, finally someplace private without fear of interruption. The last time he had tried to have a moment to himself, it had been cut off by the admission from Ao’nung that Lo’ak had been abandoned out in open water, and Neteyam had been scolded for not being there to stop it. Here that wouldn’t happen, he could just be alone and feel as sad as he needed to without being a burden to anyone. It was cathartic, right up until the flashing started, suddenly pulling Neteyam from the connection, back to reality. Neteyam shook his head, trying to orient himself as Tsireya rushed past him, towards where he saw Kiri convulsing, seizing under the water.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“We found something.” Quaritch grinned at the group of Recoms standing around the conference room, and Anthe felt their heart drop to the pit of their stomach. There was a chorus of whooping and cheers from the soldiers around them, but Spider was stock still and pale as a ghost. Anthe did their best not to show their dread, forcing a grin and high five when Ja turned towards them to celebrate.

“We got a helicopter ping headed in the direction of this cluster of islands.” The Colonel pointed out on a holographic map, showing an area to the South West of their current location.

“Ardmore is sending us to the RDA coastal base, here.” He pointed to an area more immediately west of Bridgehead. “Where we will catch a ride to search the islands.”

“Colonel.” Anthe managed, doing their best to seem as neutral as possible. They had only just been released from their ‘probation’, their ankle tracker finally removed, and one step closer to getting out.

“What is it, private?”

“Are we sure it’s them? You said all that was left back at the original RDA base were scientists, could it just be a research team or something?”

“It’s possible.” Quaritch nodded. “But it's still a lead to Sully. If it's anything good, then maybe you’ll get some use outta that rifle of yours, too. Speaking of-” Quaritch motioned over to a grinning Lyle who excitedly pulled a familiar large shape from behind his back, handing it to Anthe.

“You get your piece back!” The recom grinned, clapping a hand on Anthe’s shoulder. Anthe was quick to check over the rifle, it was cleaner than they expected with a new strap, but undamaged and otherwise unchanged. The weapons' familiar weight in their hands brought with it a sense of safety Anthe hadn’t truly felt in a while, that made the smile that crossed their face feel that much more genuine. They held it close, nodding a quiet thanks to Lyle as he crossed back to his place at the Colonel’s side.

“Right.” Quaritch coughed, regaining the room's attention, an air of smugness about him that suggested he was pleased with Anthe’s reaction. “We leave in one hour, so get your shit together and be ready to go. Anthe, make sure the kid doesn’t break anything while we load up. Dismissed.”

As soon as Quaritch said the word, Anthe was half dragging Spider out of the conference room, back to their dorm. The rifle was comfortably back on their shoulder right where it belonged. Spider was silent, his hands balled into tight fists as Anthe pulled him into their room, locking the door behind them. They turned back to the man slowly, standing stock still in the middle of the room.

“{Spider-}” Anthe started, moving towards their friend.

“{Do you think it’s them?}” Spider suddenly spun towards them, eyes panicked.

“{I don’t know.}”

“{It can’t be them right? There shouldn’t be any reason for a helicopter to go find them unless… unless something went wrong.}” He was spiraling, eyes darting around as he was definitely imagining the worst possible reasons for the Sully’s to suddenly need a helicopter.

“{Spider, look at me.}” Anthe knelt, tossing the rifle on the bed.

“{Something is wrong, something has to be wrong! What if someone is hurt? Lo’ak or Kiri- What if-}”

“{Spider!}” Anthe grabbed both sides of his face, forcing him to look at them. “{We won’t know until we can get out of here, okay? I need you to breathe, deep breathes.}” They placed a palm on his chest, which Spider quickly grabbed onto, trying to anchor himself. Anthe guided him in taking deep, slow breathes, until the man's heart was no longer beating so erratically under their hand.

“{Thinking up worst case scenarios is not going to help anyone right now.}” Anthe spoke again, once Spider had somewhat calmed, and they were both sat on the cold floor of the dorm.

“{Those idiots just gave me back my gun, and they took off the ankle tracker. All we need now is to get rid of your tracker, and find an opportunity to get out of here. If the Sully’s are on one of those islands, then the sooner we get out and warn them, the better. Okay?}”

“{Okay.}” Spider said nodding, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“{We won’t let anyone get hurt. I promise.}”

An hour later Anthe and Spider were on one of Bridgeheads roofs with the rest of the Recoms, securing their few belongings onto Anthe’s ikran before they flew out to the RDA coastal base. Spider remained quiet, largely giving everyone but Anthe the cold shoulder. Quaritch kept looking over at them, something like concern playing on his hard features.

“Okay, Ted. Ready to go?” Anthe said quietly as they mounted their Ikran, the aforementioned Ted, who shuddered lightly as Anthe bonded to her. They leaned over, reaching a hand out to Spider and hoisting him up into their lap when he took it.

“I still can’t believe you named her Ted.” Spider scoffed, setting himself more comfortably against their front, while Anthe made final adjustments before take off.

“Ted is a fine name, and it's better than ‘Cupcake’,” Anthe smiled, gesturing to where Quaritch was mounting up, making Spider snicker. “Or whatever Lyle named his. What was it again? Manly Barber?”

“Malibu Barbie!” Lyle shouted from the back of his mount, sounding offended.

“Why?” Spider asked, not bothering to hide his incredulousness.

“She’s pink!” Lyle gestured to the creature's bright pink and yellow markings. Anthe and Spider looked at eachother, sharing confused shrugs.

“I don’t get it.” Anthe shook their head back at Lyle, who groaned in frustration.

“Barbie! The fashion icon! How do you not know this?!”

“I think it’s an earth thing.” Spider frowned up at Anthe, who was feeling increasingly confused.

“Wainfleet! Quit screwing around! We ready to go?” Quaritch shouted over the bickering. There was a small chorus of ‘yessir’s from the recoms, all mounted and ready on their Ikran. Quaritch signaled take off, launching into the air and taking the lead as Anthe and the other soldiers followed.

#froglet writes fics #avatar way of water #atwow #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #neteyam sully #neteyam x oc #avatar frontiers of pandora #neteyam x reader #until it doesn't hurt #navi oc

28 notes · View notes

strwbrrybxn · 1 year

Text

don't leave ♡

☞︎︎︎ pairing: shino aburame x fem!reader ☞︎︎︎ content warnings: nsfw, sexual content implied, drug & alcohol use implied ;; mini series ☞︎︎︎ archive of our own

under the festival lights ♡

☞︎︎︎ pairing: shino aburame × fem!reader ☞︎︎︎ content warnings: TBD

shino & seina: how they met

☞︎︎︎ pairing: shino aburame × seina umino (fem!OC) ☞︎︎︎ content warning: short ;; shino's awkward, sfw, fluffy

shino & seina: shino vs. socializing

☞︎︎︎ pairing: shino aburame × seina umino (fem!OC) ☞︎︎︎ content warning: sfw, sprinkle of disappointment & jealousy

stay

☞︎︎︎ pairing: shino aburame x fem!reader ☞︎︎︎ content warnings: nsfw, sexual content, insecurities, angst if you squint

#shino aburame #shino x reader #shino x oc #naruto oc #shino masterlist #‎‧₊˚✧ally writes✧˚₊#‎‧₊˚✧ally's navi✧˚₊

68 notes · View notes

snomoscribbles · 17 days

Note

Omg I discovered your page and I am LIVING this is amazing🙏

I would love to read a Nanui x pregnant omaticaya/avatar reader. I feel like he’d be ecstatic, like just so excited he’s even more clingy than usual.

Morning Reflection {THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST AND KIND WORDS AH!} AO3

The slow heat of the morning rouses you from a deep sleep, the sunlight lighting up the marui of you and your mate just enough to cover the space in a hazy glow. You blink slowly at the dust and sand drifting through the air, attempting to bring your hand up to wipe the sleep from your eyes. Attempting being the key word here. Because now that you're focus and awareness sharpens you find yourself pinned to the plush bedding by a very large Metkayina man laying over you, wide scarred hands cupping your swelling stomach while his teal dappled fingers trace your dark azure stripes. Though the lack of movement is a bother, you cant help but smile fondly, letting your head fall back a little so you can nuzzle your nose against Nanui's cheek to wake him. Even in his sleep he refused to release you.

"Yawne...this will not be comfortable for long..." You murmur softly against the skin of his cheek. He grumbles, shoving his face into the crook of your neck to hide from the morning sun, curling around you and humming low and drowsy into your skin. "Then stay here until it is no longer comfortable and I will move, Ma'Paskalin." You can feel his pout against your shoulder, laughing softly and resting your hands over his, lightly dragging your fingertips up the smooth forearms of your lover to feel him shutter sleepily. Nanui had always been tactile. The large craftsman loves loudly and without shame, taking every opportunity to hold you and press sweet kisses and compliments to your lips. You didn't realize what it was to be loved so boldly until you had started courting him. If you thought that was a bit much however, you were completely unprepared for the amount of cuddles and touches and unreserved doting it took to appease the man now that you were pregnant with his child. He was determined to coddle you and you weren't going to deny him. Not when it meant seeing him looking up at you with awe and adoration in his eyes as he ran his hands over the growing swell of your abdomen. Or the soft pleasant kisses and whispers littered across your skin, following your freckles and stripes in reverent patterns. Or the way he helped you sit and stand when it started to affect your balance, catching whatever fish or foraging for whatever odd fruit you had started to crave on behalf of your demanding child. There was no time of day he would deny a request. That part was normal. But the amount of said request had grown so dramatically. Ask him to go catch a fish you had been thinking of? Sure. He'd bring back a couple for the two of you to cook and enjoy. But now that you craved it and would get pouty when it wasn't received? He would be gone for hours just to bring back as many as he could carry, sharing what you didn't eat with the village. But given the mans size, What he could carry was no small undertaking. You smile softly at the thought, turning your head to bite playfully at the metkayinas ear, minding your sharper canines. "The time is now, Nanui. You are very warm." You could feel yourself start to sweat a little, the morning sun and the heat of the large man a bit much for you with your current sensitivities. Nanui let out the biggest sigh he could muster, letting out a small yelp of protest when you bite him and pulling his head from your neck to get away from your nipping teeth. "I was moving, must you bite me?" He pouted, butting his forehead against yours affectionately as his hand pull back a little to rest on your sides, the large fingers of the weaver still spanning from your hip to just above your waist. You sigh in pleasure as more skin can breath, not covered and smothered by your mates grip and cooling you by a good bit. "No. I do not need to. But I wish to. You are very bite-able, my love."

Nanui laughed, letting his head fall back with the deep delighted sound, his dark inky curls now loose from their usual bun spilling over his shoulders. Your eyes fall to the courting necklace of your own design and the tattoos tracing the cords of his throat. Very bite-able indeed. The teal craftsman leans forward once he's gotten through his abrupt laughter, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. He speaks a gentle morning greeting into your skin, the piercing of his lower lip spelling his words against you. "How are we feeling this morning, my home?" You trace a hand down your own stomach with a thoughtful hum.

"I do not wish to eat yet, because it will not stay down, but aside from some ache, all is well." "Where do you ache?" He questions softly with a frown, sitting up a little more as if the mention of discomfort offends him. Oh no. "It is not that bad. I just need to stretch." "That is not what I asked." You cant help the wheezing laugh at leaves you and you accept your fate. "My lower back is stiff." Large talented hands slide down your sides, calloused thumbs pressing into the muscles in the arch of your back, pushing and spreading them until the ache is gone and warmth is spreading from the slow dedicated touches.

You cant help sighing in pleasure, relaxing into your mate, who lets you rest against his chest and melt into the comfort of his affection. He hums softly, letting his hands slide forward to hold your stomach once again, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "Better, Ma'paskalin?" You sigh softly, "Yes, yawne. Much better. thank you." He smiles softly, nuzzling the patch of skin gently with a chuckle that rumbles his chest and sends a comforting vibration through you. "For you? Anything."

40 notes · View notes