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ajdahak · 8 months

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— smart phones & shimmyflies . . .

SYNOPSIS !

you find yourself, a 21st century citizen— in Pandora. what will you do ?

gn!human!genz!reader / " im sorry , do you guys have any chips ? "

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hi guys!! this is a prologue for a project I've been planning for a long time! I'm so glad to say that I am putting it in action! woopwoop! I have commitment issues though. I don't know why I'm doing this. the official tag for this series will be 'primitive person in pandora' , and smartphones and shimmyflies will be the official title <3

you slapped on a bandaid to soothe your papercut as you flipped through another page of questions— to be greeted by more questions. there you were, sat in your room— music fading in and out as you did your homework. every question was harder than the last , which was reasonable — as the subject was science , for God's sake. how the hell do you wrap your head around science? or atleast, what you're learning in science right now. what the fuck is an optical phenomenon?! what the fuck is a sonorus?! why the fuck am i learning this, you think, when I could be running free? I could be hanging out with my friends , making silly tiktoks and actually living!

your head drops onto the wooden table, as you groan. "why can't we learn about aliens?" you ask yourself, "aliens are actually interesting. and some may even be hot." you say, "most aliens are hot." honestly, you don't even know what you're saying. you just want an excuse to not do this homework. whether it be by sleeping, watching a movie, hell- maybe even writing fanfiction and posting it on some deadbeat app would be better than this! anything would be better, you concluded.

you raise your head, fast— too fast, that you can't calculate when to stop. you forget the affect that raising your head quickly has on you— and you begin to get a bit woozy.

then your head hits the wall.

blobs of black follow after.

you don't know what to do, you don't know what to say— God, you've been needing a break for so long. as more blobs cloud your vision and as more of your thoughts overlap eachother— your eyes start to get heavier. damn, you didn't know simply hitting your head on a wall could do that shit. atleast you don't have to do your science homework. wait, will you still have to do it even though you blacked out? you should ask Ms. M about that..

out of all the thoughts, however, one seems to be a constant.

i hope im out long enough to be absent for the rest of the week.

the lab was always a constant for norm. it served as a way to get lost in himself, in his work— and right now, he really needed it. they were in the process of building a lab some where near awa'atlu, somewhere near the sullys. it was almost done, but the natives thoughts on it weren't. every time norm stepped out of that lab, unwelcoming glares from the metkayinan people. still, he went on. he tried to better his relationship with them, to learn their ways, to adapt— just as jake and his family did. it was still a work in progress, but it was going good. he was doing good.

being so dedicated to adapting and learning these past few days, he cherished these moments of calm. he was back in his human hold— reading over metkayinan books. his five fingers turned the page of the book, gently; his five fingers— calloused, tired, and yet still... they were relaxed. all of him was relaxed. he felt like he was floating, like he was in a sensorial deprivation chamber — from back on earth. he felt just that. he felt like all of his senses were sucked away temporarily, with all he could feel being the slow pace of his thoughts as they skimmed through a book.

he cherished these moments. he cherished this moment.

you, however, did not. you think you're about to wake up in your pretty little bed but NO. God has other plans for you because apparently hell is too merciful and you feel like you're about to puke. suddenly, you're in a fucking... rainbow or something. maybe it's the bifrost. it's probably the bifrost. when did thor exist? you didn't know and didn't care. you're seven seconds away from absolutely deteriorating and you feel shittier knowing you didn't even get a chance to shower one last time before drowning! then again, you showered yesterday but you wanted to feel that sprinkling water on your skin before you fucking died! what the fuck, universe?! you thought— the universe didn't answer.

you feel like you got thrown off the roof and these are your last moments before you eventually splat on the floor and die. like literally, bones broken and all. your whole life fucking flashes before your eyes, pictures of you and your friends, of your family— the tears you shed because of them, because of school, because of everything.

you think,

perhaps this is mercy.

still, The Great Mother has other plans.

you splat face first into norm's desk.

he jolts away from you instinctively, the book in his hands discarded as he looks at the fellow human that just came out of nowhere. did the wind carry you here? he didn't want a part in this. you, on the other hand, don't know how the fuck you aren't dead — all you know is that you have a raging headache. you push yourself up, weakly, and criss-cross your legs on norms desk— hand on your head as you let out a big sigh. "fuuuuck..." you say, and your voice is so weak, quiet, & pained. it tugs at norm's heart strings.

then again, he's always had a soft spot for kids like you. even if they ruined his desk.

he coughs to get your attention. your eyes look up at him, and he awkwardly waves "hi?" he says, not sure how to react, "why are you on my desk?"

the headache is long forgotten now, as you jump off his desk and try to grab at anything to use as a weapon. he raises both his hands up— trying to show you he means no harm, and you near hiss, survival instincts kick in. "you are absolutely INSANE. CRAZY. APESHIT. BALLISTIC. if you think I am trusting anyone that lives in a mad science LAB !" you yell, gesturing to your surroundings. this was the most mad scientist core place of your life. "where the fuck am i?!" you ask, tears near. you don't know where you are. you don't know the people here. you don't know what these devices are. you just want to go home already.

norm pities you.

"hey, hey— listen, 'm not gonna hurt you. 'm not gonna hurt you." he reassured, as gently as possible— you back away from him, but that only encourages him to take one step closer to you. his arms remain in the air, "I mean no harm. my name is Norm Spellman. I'm a scientist here at Pandora, and I'm also an operator. I got no experience with weapons. none at all." he tried to joke in his intro, tried to reassure you once more— and you hate to admitit, but it worked. now , you were just confused. you stepped towards him, tears dripping down your cheeks— voice shaky, and yet you stepped towards him— some part of you felt gravitated towards him, for it seemed like the universe had deemed him safe. safe for you. "my name is y/n." you replied, he smiled. "nice to meet you, y/n."

you nodded, eyes still blurry with tears. norm didn't say anything, he just patted your back & beckoned you to sit down. for a while, you stayed like that.

you stayed like that, until finally, you licked your chapped lips and — getting through multiple voice cracks & loads of tears, asked,

"what year is it?"

it wasn't a question you'd ask usually, but faced with guns that could aim themselves— with phones so advanced that your phone couldn't compete, god forbid you don't ask. norm looks at you, your obsolete clothes, your worn out phone that did not look like a phone at all— and your reactions to the environment that surrounded you. he knew that you were not from here, and in the most literal way possible. you were not from this time period. norm pursed his lips, "twenty one seven-ty..." he replied, dragging the y. your eyes bulged, and you slowly looked toward the floor to calculate how far into time you've gone.

it was 2170 here. you were in 2023.

2023 minus 2170.

one hundred fourty seven.

your face contorts into an expression so shocked, so horrifically terrified— that norm can tell from eight hundred miles that you're scared.

you look at him again, and say, to his utter horror—

"do you have a gun on you?"

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ajdahak · 1 year

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Innocence Part 1

Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Metkayina reader. Reader is 18, Neteyam is aged up to 19.

Summary: you’re the youngest daughter of Tonowari and are very sheltered and innocent. When the Sullys show up, you have a chance to explore with a certain Sully brother.

Warnings: mature themes, suggestive language, heavy petting but doesn’t go all the way, praise kink if you squint, thigh riding???

word count: 5,750

Notes: This started out as fluff but…Stuff happened. Also, this is the first time I’ve ever tried writing, so pls point out any errors I need to fix. This might be too long? I didn’t know how much was too much. Reader described as having long, curly hair (to fit Metkayina). Might write a part 2.

As the youngest daughter of Olo’eyktan Tonowari, you were very sheltered. At a young age, your parents began to notice how sensitive you were to the world around you. You were aloof and got distracted easily, often hurting yourself in the process. You trusted too quickly, letting others trick you into doing dangerous activities, and your parents worried that you would get hurt beyond repair. So they protected you, doing as much as they could to shelter you from the world, keeping you under close watch in the village.

You were constantly watched over as you grew up, forced to spend most of your time with just your family. You could never go out and make friends, and you became lonely, yearning for freedom.

There were many things you weren’t allowed to do, like spend time with the boys of the clan even though you were of mating age. Not that any of them would even think about courting you when your father and brother were lurking over your shoulder, ready to scare them off.

You also weren’t allowed to leave the village. You could visit the Cove of the Ancestors and other ceremonies, but always with a chaperone. You thought you would be free after your iknimaya, finally proving yourself as an adult. The first thing you did after your ceremony was ask to visit one of the coves where the other Na’vi your age hang out.

But your parents still refused to let you leave and insisted it was for your own safety. You spent many nights on the beach daydreaming of making friends and exploring Awa’atlu, wishing you were free to do what you wanted.

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ajdahak · 1 year

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An angst request coming up. Reader is Jake and Neytiri's oldest daughter but is barley acknowledged. Jake is to busy teaching Neteyam and Lo'ak and Neytiri is to busy with Kiri and Tuk. They treat her more as a distant relative than anything, but she does everything they tell her to do because she believes that will make them see her. When they come to the Metkayina clan she becomes more of an outcast and keep to herself. She gets teased and harassed by Ao'nung and his gang, the same way they did to Kiri, but no one comes to her rescue. They notice that her family doesn't help her and starts to be nice and inviting her with them. The this whole scene where her siblings finds out and feels betrayed by her.

Betrayal Is The Only Truth That Sticks

Pairing: Sully Family x fem!reader

Summary: Sully family ignores reader for most her life, until her life starts to get better in the Metkayina clan as they take her under their wing

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Cussing, angst, name calling, they are mean to reader?

A/n: Y’all this is a long one, took a lot of time so let me know what you think! Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy! <33333

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[Name] took a deep breath, she was leaving her home. Her home, the forest, all she had ever known retreating behind her as she joined her family in the sky. She knew why they were leaving, she did, but that did not stop the stinging in her chest at the thought of leaving. Now that they were in the sky, it all became so real. The crisp air was a sharp reminder of the life she was leaving behind.

Blinking back tears, she was brought back to the time she spent in the forest as a kid. Her younger brother–Neteyam, only younger by a year–chasing her and Kiri as they struggled to run away. She almost smiled to herself, things were easier back then. There were few memories she had as a kid that lacked the heart wrenching feeling she had become accustomed to.

She hardly remembers it but she knew when Kiri and Neteyam were born, her parents were elated. Another child to share their love with, how exciting. Thats what [Name] thought as well, until they started to take up all of their time. That makes sense though, they were babies after all. But none of that seemed to change as time went on. Even as Neteyam and [Name] were being taught to hunt, Neteyam seemed to be favoured. Long hunts where [Name] would catch three fish and Neteyam one, were often ‘teaching moments’ for Jake and Neytiri.

They knew that Neteyam had do be hunter if he was to be the future Olo'eyktan, so they took special care in teaching him. Kiri, almost from the moment she opened her eyes, had an connection with Eywa. The girl was already a miracle, coming out of the body of Dr. Grace Augustine. But when all of the Ikrans around them started to protect her tiny baby body out of the blue one day when she was crying, they knew that she must be trained to be the next Tsahik.

All of this [Name] could forgive and forget, and she almost did, until Lo’ak was born. [Name] had an understanding that Kiri and Neteyam would always have most of their parents attention, so when Lo’ak was born, she was more than ready to give him the attention she didn’t get. But Lo’ak almost seemed to get more attention than the other three, even when he was no longer a baby. Lo’ak was always trying to “live up to his brother”, although his brother never kept him from the attention from his loved ones. When [Name] finally realized that Lo’ak was getting more attention despite ‘being the outcast’, that’s when that all too familiar feeling set in, she was never going to be the centre of attention.

[Name] was in no way bad at anything, not in the slightest. She had no problems picking up all of the things she was taught as a hunter. No, the problem came when she wasn’t the best at anything she did. Despite being taught the same things as Neteyam and Lo’ak, she never seemed to be anything other than average. She made most of her targets with almost exact accuracy, but, unlike her brothers, she wasn’t as fast or as precise. Her lack of struggle or brilliance with any of the skills she had meant a lack of praise or extra practice time with her parents, and thus less attention.

One might think that [Name] had jealousy for her sibling success, Kiri training to be the next Tsahik, despite that being [Name]’s natural role as the oldest daughter or even Neteyam’s future mate’s; and Lo’ak and Neteyam becoming better and better warriors with the help of their parents. But [Name] never was jealous, she could only find pride in herself when she watched her siblings succeed. She only wished to have a sliver of the attention.

So, [Name] became silent, never making a fuss as she was left to fade into the background of her family’s lives. While her sibling were off training with their parents, [Name] was left to practice her skills on her own. [Name] remembers getting better at making flower crowns, beading, using a bow and increasing her strength. But none of that ever mattered. Even when [Name] decided to make her family flower crowns, she couldn’t have been older than eight, they hardly bothered to thank her. Instead favouring the hammock, where they all snuggled close. [Name] tried every time to be in the middle, but no matter how hard she tried, she was always at the edge.

Things only seemed to look up when Tuk was born. Everyone was overjoyed when it was announced that Neytiri had given birth to another health baby girl. Tuk was unbelievably loving from the start, loving all of her siblings equally. [Name] was just happy that she could share her love with her bright-eyed sister. When Tuk was young, [Name] would often take Tuk into the forest to teach her how to make flower crowns. One day, they had come back with enough for the whole family. Everyone was delighted, praising Tuk for her work, even after Tuk told everyone that [Name] had taught her. Although it stung a little, she was happy for Tuk and was proud at her skills in flower weaving.

But as all good thing do, the time of Tuk and [Name]’s hanging out had seemed to come to an end. Kiri and Lo’ak were spending more and more time out in the forest with Spider and Tuk had decided that she didn’t want to miss it. [Name] couldn’t blame her, she never wanted to miss spending time with her family either. Once again, [Name] was left to train and explore on her own.

[Name] let out a sigh, it had only been a hour and she was already tired of flying. The air only grew cooler as they began flying above the great expanse of water that was the ocean of Pandora. Taking in a deep breath, [Name] tried to shake the thoughts of her childhood out of her head as they only exhausted her. As [Name] exhaled, her Ikran exhaled as well and she was reminded of the time [Name] and her brothers attacked the sky people’s train.

It had been a few weeks of coordinated attacks on the sky people’s supply shipments and Jake had allowed [Name], Lo’ak, and Neteyam to scout for them again. Jake was always worried about his children in an active war zone, but Jake knew that the only way to improve was experience. So scout they did. They were doing well, informing everyone of approaching ships and making sure everyone was safe, until Lo’ak decided he wanted more action.

Neteyam went after him, [Name] following close behind, both hoping to ensure their younger brother’s safety. Once they had landed, [Name] had found Lo’ak with a gun and Neteyam reminding him that their dad was going to kill them. [Name] tried to warn them of the incoming ship, grabbing Neteyam’s arm, pulling him just barely out of the way when a ship crashed. That didn’t shield them from the knock back though, the crash sending them sprawled on the ground. [Name] had guess her dad had seen them when he came running in to save them.

[Name] had watched as he checked Lo’ak’s body for injuries before yelling Neteyam’s name and searching for them. Once he had found him, throwing him on his back, Jake Sully made his way to his Ikran. She could hear Lo’ak’s voice alerting his dad that [Name] was by the crash as well, but it all became blurry as her ears began to ring and tears started to swell in her eyes. [Name] was already stumbling back to her Ikran when her father finally caught sight of her.

Apparently, Jake hadn’t seen her and thought she was still in the air, as she learned once they had gotten back, but that did nothing to undo the hurt that struck into [Name]’s heart.

Only a few days later did Spider, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk go off into the forest again, this time with [Name]. Tuk had successfully convinced [Name] to come along although [Name] was wary. As they had jumped from branch to branch, wandering deeper into the beautiful rainforest, [Name] finally gave herself a moment to breathe. Tuk often got distracted by the wildlife, and [Name] couldn’t blame her, so she stuck by her when she got side tracked, following after her when Lo’ak would yell for them to catch up. It was times like these, when she would hang out with her family that she felt like an outsider. Sure, she knew and loved her family like no other, but she never really felt a part of the family, always left out of the conversation.

Looking back at it, [Name] could hardly remember the events that led up to her siblings, Spider, and her being held by their queues by dream walkers. It all seemed to go by so fast, similar to the pace of her heart. Then all of a sudden, she heard her mother’s calls and looking around she could tell that the others had heard them as well. It rest was a blur, a flurry of flashing lights from the guns, and bodies moving quickly. [Name] was held still, her attempts at biting the avatar holding her, futile. Only when Neteyam run out from behind a tree and shot the avatar behind her, was she free. She had ran to push Neteyam out of the way of gun shots when she was met with her father. They eventually made it out, but not without losing Spider.

[Name] understood Spider, and even as she sat atop her Ikran on their way to a new life, she had understood how he had felt as an outsider in the family. Spider may not have been a Sully, but he sure did get a lot more attention from them than [Name] did. The poor kid was now stuck with the sky people, who were doing Eywa knows what to him. [Name] could remember Kiri’s face when she found that Spider was taken. It hurt [Name] to see her sister so broken.

The entire ride had been silent, nobody spoke while they flew, a side from a few questions of how much longer from Tuk. [Name] had been so stuck in her thoughts that she hardly realized when the waters below them started to lighten. The waters of the ocean clans were beautiful, so full and bright. As they approached, Na’vi people of the ocean could be seen swimming in the reef, and tending to animals. [Name] took another deep breath, this time she was pleasantly surprised to find the air much warmer and less sharp. For the first time since learning they were leaving the forest, [Name] started to feel hopeful of their new life. Maybe here she could be happy.

The Ikrans started to slow as they descended, leaving [Name] to mentally prepare herself. When they landed, it became quickly apparent to the Sully family just how many people were surrounding them. [Name] tried to follow in her father’s footsteps, holding up her hands as if to show she was no harm. It was only after a tense conversation, that the Metkayina people decide that the leaders two children would teach the Sully kids.

It seemed from there that things started to look up for [Name]. It was scary at first, but after her and her siblings jumped in the water for the first time, it all seemed to come into focus for [Name]. The water was glowing and quiet, providing [Name] solace while she thought, something she thought she would never get. Under the water was calm and safe, somewhere that [Name] felt instantly at home in. Home had seemed to be a foreign concept to [Name] in the recent years, so she welcomed the strange but lovely feeling.

Over the next few weeks, [Name] improved her swimming and breathing tremendously. Despite almost being separated from the learning group her family was in, [Name]’s skill only increase. She heard what the Metkayina kids would say and watched how they would move, hoping to use this information to better her own skills. All of these worked and many of the Metkayina kids noticed this. An outsider learning their ways at the speed she did? That was something to speak about.

[Name]’s improvement of skill and thus overall attitude went unnoticed by the Sully family, although this time she did not have a reason why. The best answer she could come up with was that they were busy. But what were they busy with? Neteyam was no longer training to be the future Olo'eyktan nor Kiri as the Tsahik, so why were all of their attention still away from their oldest daughter and sibling? The sheer truth of the matter always seemed to bring tears to [Name] whenever the thought came to her mind.

So she stayed in the background, trying to throw herself into the ways of the Metkayina. And while she seemed to do much better than her siblings, it didn’t help her gain any attention. The only thing that staying in the background did was shield [Name] from most of Ao’nung’s teasing. That didn’t stop [Name] from seeing the teasing that Ao’nung berated her siblings with.

It was one sunny day on the shore of the Metkayina clan, Kiri was watching a place in the sand and [Name] stood not far from her by a tree. [Name] had been mildly worried about Kiri for the past few days, and how she had been treated by the kids of the ocean tribe. So, [Name] choose to stick by her that day, while Kiri laid alone on the beach. And it was a good thing she did because it wasn’t long when Ao’nung and his friends decided to pay her a visit. They had made their way over to her, laughing and calling her a freak. Kiri, being the sweet heart she is, didn’t understand what was happening at first, but quickly understood when they continued to call her names.

[Name] walked away from the tree she was leaning on, shouting at the boys to stop teasing her and leave her alone. Lo’ak joined her, not willing to let anyone pick on his sister. Lo’ak was about to fight them when Neteyam showed up with his future clan leader ways. [Name] almost rolled her eyes at his mediating, but ended up smiling when he seemed to resolve the conflict. She was always proud of Neteyam for his charm. But then of course Lo’ak wasn’t ready to let go and he turned around to punch Ao’nung after cleverly tricking him. One thing lead to another and Neteyam and Lo’ak were fighting the whole group as Kiri and [Name] fought to keep down their laughs.

It was only two days later that [Name] sat at that very same beach, enjoying the waves crash against the shore. The last few days, she had been hard at work, doing everything she could to be faster, hold her breath longer; be better. That’s all she had ever wanted. This day, [Name] decided she was going to take a break while the others did as well. [Name] let her self-take a deep breath, enjoying the air while it was in her lungs. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sun when all of a sudden her vision becomes dark as if a shadow had blocked her from the sun. Furrowing her eyebrows, she opened her eyes to find that Ao’nung and his friends surrounding her.

[Name] could only scuff, she could only imagine what they wanted with her. Standing up and beginning to walk away is when they began their teasing.

“Freak!”

“She has demon blood.”

“Not even real Na’vi.”

[Name] could only shake her head, it didn’t really matter, she just wanted to leave. But they blocked her exit, surrounding her completely.

“Where are your brothers? What they no here to save you?”

“They probably don’t even care about you, freak!”

[Name] only looked at the floor blankly. A few minutes went by and [Name] could tell that the group was waiting for something to happen or someone to pop out of nowhere and stop them. But when that never came, the smirks on their face seemed to drop like flys.

“You are probably right, they don’t really care about me,” [Name] spoke evenly. She knew this to be true, as much as she didn’t want to think about it. It had always been true.

The boys looked around at each other, still hoping that one of her brothers would walk out of nowhere and yell at them for messing with their sister. But as [Name] expected, still no one came.

Ao’nung shook his head incredulously, “That cannot be true, they tried to beat us up for Kiri.”

“And I bet they would do it again, but I am not Kiri,” [Name] sighed, her previously tense shoulders deflated in defeat.

“Why are they not here than?”

“Well, I have never really had the same amount of respect my siblings have had. Even being the oldest never seemed to reward me with much attention.”

“You are the oldest? Why were you not taught the ways of the Tsahik?”

“Oh you heard about that did you? I am still not sure. Kiri was always the best choice, but as the oldest, I still think I should have been taught as well.” [Name] looked down at the sand once again, she did not like to have such thoughts.

Another boy piped in, “You are always separate from them, why is that?”

[Name] sighed, her struggles with family were not easy to explain, especially not in front of a group of strangers known for teasing.

“I’ve always tried to be close with my family, but whether they know it or not, they seem to always push me away.”

All of the boys shook their heads, seemingly ashamed of this behaviour as if they could never.

“How long has that been going on?” Ao’nung asked, leaning forward as if he needed to know the answer.

“Pretty much since Neteyam and Kiri were born,” [Name] exhaled, biting her tongue. “Not that it really matters, I love my family so much it doesn’t even matter.”

All of the boys looked at each other once again, except this time a silent understanding passed between them and they nodded in unison.

Ao’nung began to speak again, this time he had no hint of teasing in his voice.

“We did not wish to tease you or make fun of you, we just wanted to get back at your brothers for roughing us up.”

“Yeah,” Another boy began. “We just wanted to get on their nerves, you were just collateral.”

“In all honesty, many of the Metkayina kids have noticed how hard you have been working to learn more and how amazing you are in the water,” Ao’nung explained in earnest.

Whoops of agreement sounded from around [Name], and the girl found herself smiling at the support.

“Wow… I didn’t know anyone noticed…” [Name] muttered.

“How could we not? A forest girl swimming better than many of our own? Thats unheard of!” Ao’nung beamed at the oldest Sully girl and [Name] bit her lip to stop her from giggling.

“That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you so much.” [Name] smiled at the group with the most genuine smile she has had in a long time.

“While we are here,” One of the boys behind her started. “My sister has always wanted to meet you, I would love to introduce you to her.”

“Yeah my sister would love you!”

Many of the boys offered to introduce [Name] to members of their family that would love her. The thought had almost sent [Name] to tears as she beamed at the boys around her.

“You should hang out with us, you know, join our group," Ao’nung suggested, looking around for conformation.

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” [Name] smiled sadly.

“Do you all want to be friends with [Name]?” Ao’nung asked loudly, looking around at the boys again.

When all they heard were whoops of approval, [Name]’s face was bright and her eyes glassy.

“You have no idea what this means to me, thank you guys so much.”

“Don’t sweat it, you are one of us now.”

And one of them she was. From that day on, [Name] was with Ao’nung and his friends all day every day. It was only a few days until the boys introduced [Name] to their sisters and other friends. And they loved her, playing games with her, challenge her to races, hunt beside her, and laughing with her. [Name] had been having the best time of her life. She would wake up early and go to bed late in order to make the most of her time.

She started to get close with the girls of the clan, being invited to braiding circles and gossip sessions. [Name] was finally getting the attention she never had, and she loved it. Although at times she would miss her family, having hardly any time spent with them, she knew that they didn’t notice her absence. Every time a thought of her family crossed her mind, one of the girls would help her remove it from mind. They had her back, and she sure as hell had theirs.

[Name] even bonded with a Tulkun, effectively reenforcing that she was Metkayina in all who knew her’s minds. Everyday became one of hope and happiness for [Name] and she could hardly remember he life in the forest. As much as she loved the forest, a place that she would always regard as home, she felt more at home with the Metkayina then anywhere else.

Apparently one Sully had taken notice of the absence of the oldest Sully sister, and Tuk was upset that nobody else noticed. The brushed her off at first, telling Tuk that [Name] was just doing her own thing as she did. But after a few months, Tuks nagging became more and more rational, leaving the family to think, where was [Name]?

[Name] was sat on the beach one day just before eclipse hanging out with Ao’nung when Lo’ak, Neteyam, and Kiri cornered them.

“Where have you been?” Lo’ak inquired, his fists tight and voice strained.

“Here,” Ao’nung laughed, watching as a slight smile grew on [Name]’s face.

“You know what we mean, where have you been the last few months, [Name]?” Neteyam stared at his older sister’s face as if searching for an answer.

“I didn’t think you would notice…” [Name] muttered to herself.

“What?” Kiri asked sadly.

“I have been with the Metkayina, with my friends,” [Name] put simply.

“But we are your friends [Name]! We are your family!” Lo’ak exclaimed.

The calm that once sat on [Name]’s face drained at Lo’ak’s words. Ao’nung chuckled breathlessly at Lo’ak, what was he saying.

“Some family you are. You just left her to be on her own and didn’t even notice when she was absent!” Ao’nung was furious at this point, having seen everything.

“What, that is not fair! We having been learning! We were busy learning your ways,” Neteyam explained.

“[Name] has been doing just fine, and she hadn’t ignored you at all until we stepped in.” Ao’nung stated.

“Step in my ass, she was probably bullied into being friends by you! No way she would choose you and your friends over us,” Lo’ak argued.

“Is that true, Lo’ak? Do you really think that I would chose people that have never chosen me over over them? I was not bullied, Lo’ak, I chose them,” [Name] explained, finally having enough.

“While you all were out doing whatever you were, I was left alone, never being allowed a spot in the family. Lo’ak, you always say you are the outcast, but you have no idea.” [Name] hardly understood what she was saying, all of the pent up feelings buried deep seeming to explode.

“You should have told us! We would have helped you!” Kiri spoke, trying to reason.

“No, Kiri! I couldn’t have! I was alone, left to fend for myself. You all were alway to busy and at the end of the day it didn’t ever matter what I did, it was never enough!” Tears were streaming down [Name]’s face at this point.

[Name] took several deep breaths as the Sully siblings reflected on their lives.

“Can you all just let me enjoy this?” [Name]’s voice was much softer now, more vulnerable. “I was happy, can’t you just let me be happy?”

[Name]’s words broke them, tears starting to swell in their eyes. Ao’nung wrapped his arm around [Name], whispering comforting words in her ear. Then from behind them, a whole group of Metkayina kids walk out from behind a rock and surround [Name] and Ao’nung.

“We really don’t appreciate how you have been treating our sister.”

“Yeah, you are kinda shit siblings, how can you forget your sister?”

“Don’t you know how kind she is?”

“Can’t you see how skilled she has become?”

“Why don’t you see her love for you guys despite how you have always treated her?”

Their words were like knifes in their hearts, far worse than Ao’nung had ever said to them. And as they started to retreat back to the village, all they could think about was how it all went wrong. How much had they witnessed and still missed. Looking back, not many of their memories included their older sister. As they approached their marui, their thoughts went to Tuk, who has loved [Name] the most. How was she going to respond? How was their mother or father? The day [Name] left them would always leave a scar in their hearts, how could she betray them?

Or really, how could they betray her?

A/n: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think! Hope you enjoyed, because I sold my soul to the devil for you <333333

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Tag list: @nyotamalfoy @lwesodra

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THE ATTRACTIVE THINGS NETEYAM DOES

always touching you. he is protective. there is absolutely no way to sugar coat this, and it is clearly demonstrated in atwow. your presence grounds him, and knowing you're there, right next to him, skin against his, instantly eases his conscious. he likes being the bigger spoon and splaying a hand across the expanse of your lower back when he's around you…he will completely blanch, though, if you're the one initiating something more intimate (back hugs, small touches or kisses on his shoulders, etc). however he LOVES to do it to you.

he is incredibly patient. as the oldest of four, patience is a necessity. he's mastered the ability to keep relatively calm when a situation calls for it. this includes when the two of you have an argument or disagreement about something. additionally, he is the type to give you space post argument. won't approach you unless he realizes he was 100% in the wrong or it's been more than a day of not talking to you. and if you're still a little bitter, he'll continue to stick around and patiently wait for you to realize how much you miss him.

luring you in by doing absolutely nothing. everything about him is just attractive. he could just be standing there and your eyes would still be drawn to him. he isn’t exactly aware, per say, about how alluring he can be, but he is definitely aware when your eyes are on him. once he's certain your attention is completely on him he'll show off or do things that make your cheeks heat and stomach do flips. he's a tease, there's no point in trying to deny it.

puts his entire trust in you and the relationship. now while he'll still get jealous at times (it's quite rare but definitely still happens), he trusts you completely. he thinks it'd be pointless not to, especially when you're already with him. you tell him all the time how happy you are with him, so why should he have any reason to worry, right?

constantly makes small quips and teases you. he loves to see you flustered and giggly, smiling so wide your cheeks ache. and one of the easiest ways to do that is to tease you about something…like he does to lo'ak, but less with the intention of annoyance. he especially likes to pester you about your height, always finishing off his taunting with something super flirtatious like, "but don't worry, my love, i like being taller than you. it makes me feel like i'm your sworn protector." he'll also comment on the size difference between your hands (!!!), always going on and on about how your palm was made to be pressed against his. "you're so small."

he's naturally competitive. this will undoubtedly lead to races on your ilu's/ikran's. neteyam likes the rush of adrenaline he receives when he's messing around with you—it makes him feel like a kid again. he can and will turn anything into a competition (only if the situation calls for it though!), and every time he intends to do this he's silently repeating the words take the bait, take the bait, take the bait in hopes of seeing your infamous eye roll followed by an "oh, you're on, sully."

gives you nicknames. as much as he likes the way your name rolls off his tongue, he loves the reaction you give him when he uses a nickname instead. at first he called you them to see you get flustered, but it soon became a sacred thing between the two of you. examples include (but aren't limited to!) my love, pretty girl, and babe.

his tail reveals EVERYTHING. no matter what he is feeling and/or trying to mask, his tail will give him away. every. time. for example, if he has noticed another na'vi get a little too 'friendly' with your smiling figure—this includes getting in your personal space or even touching you out of excitement—he won't outright say that he's jealous. oh no, this man will just let his gaze flicker between you both until you eventually return to him. and, of course, you notice his stiff stature, locked jaw, and swishing tail as you approach an obviously jealous neteyam.

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ajdahak · 1 year

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here are 10 characters I identify with but I won't tell you why because I’m bored and why not

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #lo’ak #merida #disney #arthur shelby #edmund pevensie #george weasley #scott lang #ant man #buttercup #gumball watterson

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ajdahak · 1 year

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♡ Character : Neteyam x reader

♡ Request : Could you write about neteyam dating a human s/o? How he adores her human features, especially the height difference. Same goes with the reader, she fascinates his little ears and idk but maybe how his tail wags around like a dog when he sees her ABSIDGJASD THAT SOUNDED WEIRD BUT BASICALLY ALL I WANT IS FLUFF 😭😭 Hopefully that makes sense 😅 @justcallmesky

♡ Genre : Fluff

♡ A/N : Heeyyy, sorry again if I take time to write, I try to do my best and be completely satisfied with my work before posting but it’s always difficult, I hope you like what I wrote. English is not the language I speak be indulgent please 🫶🏻

“Can…can I touch your face ?”

The sudden and hesitant request of Neteyam made you look up in his direction.

“You want…to touch my face ?”

You where looking at him with wide eyes, your finger pointing to yourself and mouth slowly agape. Feeling your eyes on him, Neteyam lowered his head, not wanting to show how embarrassed he was.

To be honest, you were rather surprised by his request. He had never asked you to touch your face, it was a simple request and yet you couldn't do anything about the fact that you were embarrassed. Apparently, he took your silence for a negative answer.

“I understand that you don’t want to. I just…Well…it’s been a while since we’ve been together and…I wondered…” He whispered so quietly, making you forgot for an instant about your insecurities. How could you say no to him?

You got up, crossing the room where there was air that you could breathe, you positioned yourself in front of the boy you loved. A smile appeared on his face.

“Of course you can. But why this request ?”

The eldest of the Sully family suddenly seemed embarrassed by this question, fleeing your gaze.

“It’s that..”

Slowly, his hand came into contact with your (h/c) hair, placing a lock at the back of your little ear. You didn’t let go of his eyes.

“Your eyes on me makes me nervous.”

“Oh, sorry! I-”

“No, don’t look away, that’s not what I meant. I like it when you look at me... I find your eyes beautiful.”

For him, your eyes contained in them a galaxy, your tears seemed to be pearled with stars, in any case, even if they seem beautiful in his thoughts, Neteyam will never let them flow.

You blush slightly at this remark, making the boy smile. This did not prevent you from speaking.

“Do you know what I like about you Nete ?” You asked, receiving only an eyebrow raise from him “What looks like freckles on your face.”

You pointed to the white dotted lines that used to light up in the dark.

“I find it beautiful, it’s like I was watching a starry night, but on a face” you laughed at the end of the sentence.

He smiled at your sweet laugh, looking at you with adoration. Your voice resounded like a sweet poem that would be told to children, surely this one in particular who cast a spell of love on him when you met him.

“Your ears are also very cute, it looks like a cat, but your tail reminds me of a dog” especially when you move it when you are happy, you thought for yourself.

“I have... no idea what it looks like.”

“Buuuttt.. I showed you pictures last time !”

Neteyam seemed embarrassed, not remembering it anymore.

“Ahh it’s okay, I’ll show you back another day.”

You put your hands on his cheeks that you loved so much, forcing him a little to lean forward so that you could see him better. When you directly threatened his personal space, the tip of his nose and ears began to heat up without permission, as if he were immersed in a cloud dream, softened by your delicacy. To have even more physical contact, the boy had to hold your hands with his own, caressing the top with his thumb, notifying how pleasant the fabric of your skin was.

“So, why did you want to touch my face ?” You asked again.

“I just wanted to feel the face of the women I love…” he replied, earning a smile from you.

“And do you like it ?”

You asked, surprising him.

“Of course ! Your face is as kind as your heart…” he said sincerely.

Seeing you smile with a radiance that even the sun would wear glasses, the Na’vi smiled in turn, so much his happiness could be felt that one could believe that his teeth emitted light. He let you get closer to his face, everything was going so fast that he did not hit the moment, and here he is with a kiss on the nose of the girl he loves.

“Do you know what I prefer most about you (y/n) ?”

You shook your head negatively, confused. He moistened his lips, and then observed yours. His fingers slipped to your chin, as if they were trying to find their way on your face, which was an enigma on its own. A small gesture of hesitation was understood on his head, then, a gentle pressure from his hand brought your two faces closer, attracting them dangerously.

The contact of your lips was soft, similar to that of the look that could be worn on the moon. With the joints joined, the kiss was no longer than the duration of the shooting star, and like the shooting stars, it offered him an incredible feeling of luck.

“Everything in you seems straight out of a dream. Nga yawne lu oer.”

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #avatar 2 #fanfic #x reader #neteyam x reader

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ajdahak · 1 year

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SO HAPPY TO HAVE THEM !!

#avatar #avatar the way of water #kiri #lo’ak #neteyam #aonung #tsireya #avatar 2 #james cameron #tuktirey

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ajdahak · 1 year

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Don’t hesitate to send me requests, I love it, it motivates me to write, gives me lots of ideas and makes me really happy. I am open to everything ! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

#avatar #avatar the way of water #lo’ak #neteyam #aonung #kiri #avatar 2 #tsireya #fanfic #james cameron #x reader #tuktirey

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ajdahak · 1 year

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Helloo! Can I request an Aonung x F! reader (who’s in the Metkayina clan too) where Aonung confesses to the reader who secretly has a crush on him while a walk on the beach? I was thinking it could be like s friends to lovers thing! Also, can you add a part with my fav Tsireya where she convinces her brother to confess? I have a feeling she would know they both like each other😭Ty🫶🏽

♡ Character : Aonung x reader

♡ Genre : fluff

♡ A/N : I really enjoyed writing this! it's my first time so be indulgent please 😭 I hope you like it and sorry for my writing time I work during the day so it doesn't help me too much

You and Aonung had always been close since you were young. Always glued to each other. Although his character can be irritable most of the time, you told him everything, blindly trusting him. Sometimes others could wonder how you were doing to put up with it but very quickly everyone understood that you were the only one to have preferential treatment from the boy.

They had understood one thing that you were unfortunately the only one not to notice: he loved you. His little jokes that he addressed to you were only a way to flirt with you but you only saw it as friendly jokes, his fingers always trying to get in touch with you, the sweet looks he could throw at you at times, nothing escaped them, but you were blind to this.

The first to realize this was Tsireya. His sister seemed very involved in his heart stories and had many times helped him to subtly make you understand what he felt for you, but despair was only too present in the face of your unconsciousness. She sometimes seemed even more frustrated than Aonung himself !

Today, things were going to change, that's what she decided.

Noon had not passed, and yet the village was already more than eventful. Adults and children were already active on their own. With your clear eyes, you could see all these people surely agitated to go about their business, or go home, whatever.

You were simply walking between the different huts as always in the same place, on the same day, as every week, always, at least since you were a child.

Sometimes stopping to talk with some Metkayina you used to see, you observed the surroundings, allowing you to see children running here or there, playing through adults with disconcerting innocence.

If until now you only talked with a few people you know more or less, talking about rain and good weather, you thought you had talked enough to the people you know.

So, you simply started walking, without stopping, to go home, avoiding children who ran in all directions as you did at their age. But something caught your attention. In the distance stood a silhouette that you knew only too well : Aonung.

He beckoned you to join him and it is quite natural that you set off in his direction.

- Hey, so these leasons ?

- Don't tank to me about that, newborns swim better than them.

You couldn't help but giggle at this remark. Your friend invited you to join him for a walk on the beach which you gladly accepted. While he passed his fingers through the strands of your hair, you played with a flower while watching the clouds pass.

- … a lot, passionately..

- Mmh?

- I count the petals to know if you love me.

- I have rarely seen someone do such a stupid thing.

- Do not insult the science of flowers, please. They will get upset. Where was I?

- Passionately?

- To madness, and… not at all. You see, you offended the flower and she took revenge, you sermoned him by waving the last two petals under her nose.

- You have a petal on your cheek.

Then, when you tried to hunt the unwanted plant - in vain, since Aonung had of course invented it, - he gently grabbed your hand.

- You missed it, he taunted you. He's a little more... that way.

His fingers gently came to caress your cheek, pretending to remove something from it but surprisingly, when it was done, he did not retreat. On the contrary, his hand came to rest on the same cheek, caressing her with his thumb, while his gaze was lost in yours. A strange feeling passed through your body, like a shiver at the sight of this loving look that was intended for you. It was strange to see him so sweet, even with you, and you know him enough to know that there was something behind it.

- Aonung ?, you wispered under your breath.

The young boy seemed lost in his thoughts, thinking about what his younger sister had told him earlier in the day: "you have to make things happen! Or else she will never notice anything." Tsireya was unfortunately right. Then he took his courage with both hands and suddenly approached you.

You see it coming, but you accepted to kiss him with a smile. You tasted his lips, exchanging an intense kiss. Aonung had flown away for a few seconds, as if they had both taken off for the stars. All the love he felt for you had been transmitted through this kiss.

He moved a few centimeters away when his hands had already landed on your hips. He couldn't help but contemplate you. You were wonderful, it's crazy. He is in love with your eyes... And your hair... And your lips... And... you. He raised his hand to carry it to your face before sliding one of your black strands behind your ear.

- You are beautiful, he whispered at you.

You smiled at him and kissed him again. His hand went from your neck to your jaw and he detached himself from you, sticking his forehead against yours.

- (y/n).

- Mmh?

The young man made a blank settle between the two of you while his gaze was lost in yours:

- I love you.

- I didn't hear, can you repeat please?

Lie. Aonung could have suspected that you had not missed any word of his sentence, the huge smile you displayed on your face betraying you.

- I love you, he repeated with a smile.

- love you too, Aonung.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #aonung #tsireya #x reader #avatar 2 #fanfic

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ajdahak · 1 year

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Have you had any requests lately?

Yes, a lot actually ! Aonung is quite famous 😂

#avatar #avatar the way of water #kiri #lo’ak #neteyam #tsireya #aonung #x reader #avatar 2 #fanfic

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ajdahak · 1 year

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Rules

NO BAD ENDING PLEASEEEEEE, or else i’m gonna cry

I Write NSFW content. But just a little

I do fluff, angst to fluff, funny fics

Accept Headcanon ideas as well as Fic requests

I can write for female and male x reader

I don’t do female x female, sorry ;(

When making a request, please be specific! Don't just write character x reader. Tell me the gender and a mini plot or generally what you want it to be about !

I will not write about incest, pedophylia, suicide, gore, yandere stuff etc.

I’m french so english is not my first language and it is my first time writing on Tumblr so be Nice please 🫶🏻

Have fun !

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #james cameron #neteyam #lo’ak #tsireya #aonung #Kiri #x reader #headcanons #fanfiction #fanfic

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ajdahak · 1 year

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Masterlist

Neteyam

Fluff | Neteyam x Human F! Reader

Lo’ak

Kiri

Tsireya

Aonung

Fluff | Aonung x Metkayina F! Reader

||REQUEST OPEN||

#james cameron #Neteyam #lo’ak #X reader #aonung #tsireya #Kiri #avatar #Avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #It’s my first Time doing this

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ajdahak · 1 year

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So since I have watched avatar I really really want to roleplay but i don’t find anyone who is interested by that. But Tumblr community seem like their very into the movie so i’m trying something lol. I’m french so my apologie if my english isn’t good 😭

If somebody have interest in roleplaying about avatar the way of water (‘cause i’m madly in love with Neteyam and Lo’ak) you can message me, especially if you are french and write a lot 🫶🏻

#avatar #avatar the way of water #Neteyam #lo’ak #jake sully #Neytiri #tuktirey #Kiri #roleplay #rp

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ajdahak · 2 years

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Hey! 🥰✨ Here I am with the detailed request.

I was imagining a scenario where (as usually) sparrow Ben is pretty mean with everyone from the umbrella team, including the reader. He believes he dislikes her like he dislikes the others, until they get into a dangerous situation where he doesn't hesitate saving the reader. Afterwards he's pretty confused about this, and later the reader would thank him. I think I'll leave it up to you after this.

Thank you so much again🥰 Have a nice day!

a/n: omg hi love, many apologies for the wait but hopefully you enjoy it!

warnings: language, slight angst, fluff if you squint, a little over 1k in length

summary: all it takes is one near death experience for Ben to see you in a new light

None of this made any sense — not that anything ever really did, but this was different. Years of training, a life centered around building strength and endurance, everything he could have ever needed to defend himself against any threat was at his disposal, and yet in spite of it all Ben still found himself here with you.

He didn’t know your story and he didn’t care; you had arrived with the group of strangers claiming to be his family, and when Reginald had declared you to be the enemy Ben didn’t hesitate to give you the cold shoulder. You weren’t his friend, and nothing you said or did would convince him otherwise. So what if you claimed to be a long lost love from another life? He felt nothing for you, and that wasn’t going to change.

You were persistent though, he had to give you that. Following his trail like a lost puppy you tried every angle you could to worm your way into the black hole in his chest that he called a heart, but nothing seemed to work. Couldn’t you see he wanted nothing to do with your little mind games? How did he know your little stories were reliable anyway? It didn’t matter to him that he had once loved you in another timeline and was still capable of doing so if he just gave you a chance, you weren’t a Sparrow, so you weren’t his to worry about. Ben Hargreeves didn’t do love, he’d never believed in it and never would, and you were crazy if you thought you could change that.

Still, he couldn’t escape you no matter how hard he tried, and so he found himself begrudgingly letting you tag along on his walk through the city. Allowing you to cling to his side was easier than trying to brush you off, but that didn’t mean he wanted you around. Sure, you were the first person in ages to see past his hard exterior, and maybe you did care about his thoughts and his feelings instead of his pretty boy status, and it was possible that he enjoyed the smell of your hair and the twinkle in your eye that appeared every time you recounted an old memory with the “other” Ben, but that didn’t mean he liked you any better than he liked the other Umbrellas. You were the enemy here, and Ben made sure to remind himself of it constantly.

“Could you please just stop and look at me?” You plead with him for what must be the hundredth time since your arrival. Your fingers grip tightly at the sleeve of his jacket and your eyes hold a sense of desperation, and though he masks it as annoyance the Sparrow can’t ignore the pang of guilt that settles in his stomach at the sight of your helplessness.

“What do you want from me? I’ve already told you, I’m not your little boyfriend,” he scowls whilst prying your fingers off of him. “Don’t think that just because I let you follow me around we’re suddenly friends.”

“I just want you to listen to me. I know you’re not my Ben, but you’re the only person that can help me get him back,” you try to explain to no avail.

“Your Ben was weak, and so is the rest of your team. You want to get home? Figure it out yourselves.”

“Fine,” you say hoarsely, frustration present in your tone, “but can you just tell me one thing?”

“What now?” Ben retorts in annoyance.

“Can you honestly say that you feel nothing when you look at me?” You utter crestfallen, hanging onto your last shred of hope.

His features soften before he can stop them as he looks upon your broken figure. Maybe it’s cruel of him to think so, but the dewy eyed look you wear as you try your best to keep your tears at bay is breathtaking. His fingertips itch uncomfortably as he holds back from reaching out to you. What does he feel when he looks at you? Is it truly hatred, or is it resentment of what you represent? The life he could have lived, what could have been if things had been different, if someone had been around to love him like you had — he’d done everything he could here to be number one only to fall short every single time, and yet the version of him that had been too meek and too ashamed of his powers had come on top by scoring you.

He opens his mouth to speak, to spew whatever words come to mind first, but then his eyes spot the dark figure amongst the crowd and suddenly there’s no time for words as Ben pulls you into his chest and yanks you onto the ground before rolling you both out of the way of the onslaught of bullets that rain down where you had been standing just mere seconds ago. Nearby pedestrians scramble to safety, and Ben uses the frenzied stampede as cover to pick you up off the ground and sprint out of the way.

“What the hell was that?!” You sputter frantically, clinging onto Ben and looking over his shoulder in search of the assailant. Whoever it was, they’re nowhere in sight, but you know they must be close by.

“How the hell should I know?!” Ben shouts back, clutching your body tightly to his chest as he ducks behind a nearby car. Using one hand, Ben yanks the door open and tosses you into the passenger’s seat before sliding across to reach the driver’s side.

“Ben, this isn’t our car!”

“That’s the least of our problems right now,” Ben retorts exasperated. “I need you to do the finger thing.”

“Finger thing?”

“The zappy finger thing you do to your Number Two when he annoys you,” Ben explains impatiently. “Use your powers to start the car because I don’t have the keys!”

“Because it’s not our car!” You cry exasperated before slamming your hand down on the dashboard and emitting enough electricity to get the engine going. The minute it starts Ben is stepping on the gas and speeding down the street to get you both as far as possible. What just happened back there?

It takes sometime before Ben is sure no one is following you and is able to slow the car down to a steady pace down the road; the drive is quiet and tense, and neither of you really know what to say.

He could have just left you. You were standing right in front of him before the bullets were fired, he could have just let you take the hit and hightailed it out of there. He had been wanting to get rid of you and the opportunity to have someone else do the dirty work for him was right there, and yet when danger presented itself his first instinct was to protect you. He saved you when he didn’t have to, when he swore he wanted nothing to do with you — why?

You’re not looking when he chances a glance over at you, your tired eyes casted out the window watching the sun begin to set over the city streets. Your words echoed in his mind: “Can you honestly say that you feel nothing when you look at me?”

No, he couldn’t.

Minutes pass by torturously slow before Ben finally pulls off to the side of the road and stops the car. Confused, you look to the Sparrow with furrowed brows and apprehension on your face. For a moment he doesn’t say anything, simply staring down contemplatively at the wheel in an almost anxious manner.

“Are you okay?” Your meek voice asks. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t a good idea at all, but never before had he felt so strongly about another person, so he had to try.

“I need you to tell me everything about your Ben.”

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