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atpsnty · 9 months

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┊𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝

miguel o’hara ; spider-man: across the spider-verse

pairing: miguel x gn!reader (you do not show up though)

warnings: (vague) breakup emotions, angst

request: n/a

summary: inspired by ‘i’m tired’ - labrinth & zendaya

a/n: kind of worded like a poem (sorry I love writing poetry and can’t stop)

character credit: spider-verse movie series

w/c: 456

'Hey Lord, You Know I'm Tired.'

It is like clockwork really – the way Miguel goes about the day.

Home: The place for basic necessities that couldn’t be completed at headquarters. The place where he was supposed to yearn to go to at the end of each day, yet the place where he rarely ends up. It is less of a “home” and more of an unnecessary residence, for your presence was fading faster than he cared to acknowledge and to keep outside the walls was to keep you in.

Work: The Arachno-Humanoid Poly Multiverse, he would call it by no other name because that is exactly what it is. A multiverse. Multiple realities converging and connecting through the means of spider-people. If he had a home, and he uses if very wisely, he would consider headquarters the living room that he never occupies; always trapped in his own hideaway for means of work, “play” does not exist in his vocabulary – not anymore at least. The enjoyment of downtime had withered away once you had left, leaving the quiet that relaxation had brought to accept the racket of his misfortune.

Missions: When Miguel was not in one of the two listed places, he was surely on a hunt of his own. He does this a lot now, taking on assignments himself. Though he has timelines to monitor and canon events to oversee, he finds that hands-on pursuits block out the noise more thoroughly than any desk duty. He takes every hit and assault, willingly putting himself in harmful positions in hopes that the ringing in his ears will drown out the distant echo of your laugh.

He can no longer carry weight of his own memories.

So this cycle repeats. In various orders and never through allocated time frames, but using these three places, using these three environments Miguel allows his days to choke on the air that lacks of your scent in hopes that the sounds of his own suffering will drown him.

‘It is all I got, Is this Enough?’

He likes to remind himself that he tried his best, that he held on to the breaking strings of your relationship for as long as he could.

But did he really?

Surely if he did he wouldn’t be wishing for you gone from his mind while simultaneously wishing for his memories to draw fresh.

He does not wish for you back.

He does not wish to witness you breaking again, because that is exactly what would happen. He would never be able to give you what you deserve – what you desire most and he does not wish to watch you walk away again.

He wouldn't be able to erase the memory once more.

short little drabble to get me back into writing,, also ahhhh first spiderverse ff after being obsessed for MONTHS (my requests are open!)

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atpsnty · 10 months

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lmk if anyone wants me to finish one of the 369653705 ff series I started on my page 💀

trust it's break and I finally have time (I have summer school but wtv we live 🙌🏾)

#atpsnty.ttm #fanfiction #open requests #x reader

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atpsnty · 10 months

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the way I never color,, but was NOT ab to leave miles colorless 🙌🏾

should I color the rest,, or go into this half finished look and add background/accessory stuff ?

#atpsnty.ttm #miles morales #miles morales fanart #spiderman #across the spiderverse #fanart

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atpsnty · 10 months

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ANYWAYS i'm obsessed with the spiderverse now,, so if anyone wants fanfics lmk !!

#atpsnty.ttm #across the spiderverse #spiderman #miles morales #atsv hobie #hobie brown #miles morales x reader #hobie brown x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv x reader #fanfiction #open requests #x reader

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atpsnty · 10 months

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damn I've been gone for a long time 💀

#atpsnty.ttm

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atpsnty · 1 year

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I PROMISE THAT ILL BE WRITING SOON...but you guys should totally go follow my twitter bcs I caved and made an account to rant ab books and avatar and stuff 🤝🤞🤞

#atpsnty.ttm #twitter #books #fanfiction #open requests #I'm gonna start writing again I swear..

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atpsnty · 1 year

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tw: SA discussing, assault allegations, etc.

I would like to quickly address the situation with Percy Hynes White.

If you do not know already, Percy had be accused of multiple highly inappropriate dealings, some including sexual assault, inappropriate interactions with minors, and negative connotations towards his followers.

Now, with being a reader, I have learned to separate the media from its producer in most cases.

This is not one of those cases.

I do not care if you think “there is not enough evidence” or “this happens with every celebrity.” I will always believe the victims before the accused and will spread that message on my page.

With Percy being a real human being and his character - Xavier Thorpe - having his face, mannerisms, and overall embodiment, it would be extremely uncomfortable and overall weird for me to continue writing about him, fictional or not. Therefore, I will halt all writings for Xavier Thorpe. I will be removing him from my masterlist, and though I will not be deleting my previous writings of him, I will make note that as of right now, I no longer support Percy nor write for his character.

I know a lot of my followers had interacted with me due to my start of Xavier Thorpe fics, and I apologize for having to stop what you came for, but I do not apologize for doing what I believe is right.

I hope the victims are able to speak out and I wish them all they help they deserve.

#percy hynes white #xavier thorpe #wednesday show

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atpsnty · 1 year

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I love how determined I am to write the titles of my fics in the actual stories 😭 like I’ll literally add a few extra unnecessary lines just to throw it in there bcs I love when books do that sm

#atpsnty.ttm

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atpsnty · 1 year

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┊'𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞'

neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan ; avatar: the way of water

pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!gn!reader

warnings: light fluff, budding romance, a lot of commas (not even a warning but it’s bugging me how I used so many)

request: n/a

summary: inspired by ‘yes to heaven’ - lana del rey

a/n: I heard this song and immediately wanted to do a fic with it, but then I saw the footage of the deleted dance scene from avatar 1 (lmk if you want a link or something) and knew it had to be done,, takes place some time before the sullys leave the forest

character credit: avatar movie series

w/c: 1.7k

part 2: ‘and if you don’t, i’ll dance anyway’

As you approach the Omaticaya’s kelutral, you cannot help but immediately smile in the festive ambiance.

The clan is currently hosting a celebration for the success of one of the war parties. Ey’tey jahmka hiru’tayas – tree drums made of holes within the Hometree – are being struck in various different locations; the vibrations of the melodies sending happy tingles throughout your body.

Around you, your people are in various states of enjoyment. Warriors are reunited with their families, thanking Eywa for letting them live to see their loved ones again. Many have dressed in their best garments, littering their hair with beads and their bodies with jewelry.

This was a time to not only appreciate the survivors, but to give final thanks to your sisters and brother who have returned back to All-Mother after their great fight.

You tried to put a little extra effort in your appearance this morning, adorning your braids with a few colorful wooden beads and your loincloth with a few accented pieces.

Walking through the Hometree, you grin at recognized faces, making sure to welcome the returned and give gentle smiles to those experiencing loss. As you weave through the crowds, you catch sight of the eldest son of Toruk Makto, sitting around one of the many fires with his family.

You would like to say Neteyam is one of your best friends.

Ever since you were young and his siblings had found you exploring the forest, you’ve joined them on their many wanderings and activities. The only thing is, Neteyam is always too busy that he never actually gets to join and enjoy himself. He’s always off training with his dad or out on a hunt; he never allows himself to relax and actually be a child.

You hate it.

There have been many nights where you have caught Neteyam returning from training, long after his father has returned; forcing himself to perfect his stances and study his problem areas – not that he has many.

He has engulfed his life in expectations: following them, achieving them, perfecting them, then exceeding them. The pressure he has had since a young boy due to his status as the next olo’eyktan has taken over his childhood, and he no longer allows himself to simply exist.

Due to this, you try to help Neteyam loosen up whenever you get the chance, and right now was the perfect opportunity.

You stroll over to the area where he and his family reside. He’s currently conversing with Lo’ak, though he does not seem to be enjoying himself. His toothy smile – which you have bare witness to on several occasions – is not in appearance and a small, almost sad looking grin has taken its place.

“Hi, Y/N!” Tuk rushes out of her mom’s arms and darts in your direction, holding her own arms out when she nears.

“”Hey, Tuk,” you playfully scrunch your nose as you pick up her small frame. You twirl her around whilst lifting her high above your head before placing her on your hip. “How is my favorite Sully sibling doing today?” You tickle her stomach lightly while speaking loud enough for the rest of the family to hear.

“Nah that’s just cold,” Lo’ak puts his hand over his heart and shakes his head in a hurt manner, “all the years we’ve been together and this cry baby comes along and suddenly I mean nothing to you.”

Tuk sticks her tongue out from the place on your side, making a small hum before placing her arms around your neck and resting her head on your shoulder.

“What can I say Lo’ak?” You lightly shrug your shoulders before sitting in the empty space next to Neteyam and placing Tuk on your lap.. “You’ve been slacking in the favorites department and a demotion was long overdue.”

You nudge the elder brother’s shoulder and inquire in a light tone, “and how is the family’s best tsamsiyu doing today?”

It almost seems as though his mood has already lightened from the way his smile brightens.

“I am good Y/N. Thank you for asking.”

You carry light conversation with the Sully kids, complimenting Neytiri on her beautiful jewelry and greeting Jake when he stops by after mingling with his people. In this time, Neteyam only makes light jokes and adds very little to the conversation, even as Lo’ak repeatedly pushes his buttons in hopes of him pushing back.

You softly sigh, stopping the moves you’re currently doing with Tuk: you swinging and twirling her in correspondence to the music from your position on the log. You turn Tuk around and point towards a few kids who are dancing together and watch her run off to join them.

As you turn to ask Neteyam what is wrong, the drummers start to play one of your favorite songs and you cannot help but smile. You quickly hop up and wave the kids to come join you. Lo’ak gets up immediately, happy to move around and do basically anything. Kiri, though reluctant, slowly rises and you take her hands, quickly spinning her in a circle before you both move to the beat.

You close your eyes and let the music consume you: swaying to the rhythm, gliding on your feet, moving your arms in accordance. Music was always one of the main ways you felt your connection to Great Mother deepen. Whether it be remembering the verses that accompany your clan’s various songcords, learning the ways of the drums, or joining in on any events that had dances involved; music always moved through you in a spiritual manner.

The song shifts, changing into a partner dance that every Na’vi is taught from a young age.

Immediately, you open your eyes and meet Neteyam’s gaze.

You tilt your head in a “come here” gesture, but he scrunches his nose and shakes his head, his braids jostling due to the movement. You giddily walk over to him, a slight skip in your step, and grab his hands, attempting to pull him up from his sitting position and towards the dance circle.

“Y/N, I am not much of a dancer.”

“You must dance,” you say as you manage to pull him up, “it is the way.”

As you drag him away, you glance back and see Neytiri smiling at you and her son. You bow your head back at her before proceeding into your necessary positions.

“Y/N, I really do not know what I am doing.”

The boy almost seems…nervous? Whether it was because of his so-called “lacking” dance skills or simply because he was dancing with you, you did not know.

“You learned dance when you were younger, yes?” You rock on your heels and bounce on the balls of your feet once he nods, “then you are fine, ma Neteyam.”

As the music starts to pick up, you hold your forearms vertical in front of your face, your palms facing you. Although he is opposed at first, Neteyam slowly does the same, and you can’t fight the giant smile that appears on your face.

You slowly start to twinkle your fingers as your arms raise above your head. When your hand brushes against his, you can’t help but blush. You look him directly in the eyes to make sure he is doing okay.

You find he is doing more than that.

His smile seems to be growing by the second. His shoulders lose their tension, his eyes fluttering like he is finally letting go of his mind and taking in his environment.

Once your arms straighten above your head, your turn your hands over and slowly bring them back down with the same twinkling fingers. As your tips gently tap against his, you can’t help the way your heartbeat picks up.

You’ve never felt this close to Neteyam before.

Whenever the two of you spent time together previously, it was always in light of his siblings: you joining him and Lo’ak on an ikran ride, you aiding Kiri when she patched him up after injury, you babysitting Tuk when Jake and Neytiri went out hunting while the others were busy. It’s come to your realization that the “moments” you’ve had with Neteyam were never really yours.

Now, even though you guys were not technically alone, felt different than the other times. This was between you guys; you and him alone.

Even though your mind was pacing a million thoughts a minute, you noticed that your partner had stopped the gentle taps against your fingers.

This sent your brain into overdrive.

‘Why am I thinking like this?’

‘Has he ever thought like this?’

‘Oh Eywa, did I really just force him to dance with me?’

‘He was so reluctant at first. Is he only giving in because I wanted to dance?

‘Have I made him uncomfortable?’

“Y/N…?”

You startle a bit at the sudden voice so close to you and start to pull your hands away.

“I am so sorry, Neteyam. I did not mean to force you to dance with me. You just seemed so out of it today, more than usual at least, and I wanted to help you relax a bit. Wait, not that I notice when you are out of it. I mean it is kind of obvious that you would be – you are the son of the olo’eyktan after all. Wait, I am supposed to be helping you forget that right now…”

Neteyam grabs your hands back and gently intertwines his fingers with yours. Your eyes pop back up to his face. The confusion must be present on your face because he actually chuckles when you meet his eyes.

“Thank you, Y/N. Truly I…I needed this.”

You cannot stop the warmth that spreads across your skin at his soft words.

“Oh…It is no problem.” Your eyes pop down to your locked hands and you softly grin before looking back at him.

What happens next actually surprises you.

Neteyam pushes you back a bit before twirling you around and continuing the dance. It catches you off guard at first, but you quickly recover and nudge his shoulder once you’re reeled back back in.

“What has happened to not being able to dance, hm?”

“A big part of dancing is who your partner is,” he says with the slight tilt of his head and a shrug, “if you dance Y/N, I’ll dance.”

Okay I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make this a oneshot or divide it, but I haven’t posted in so long and this was already a decent size by itself so yeah

Also, I’ve organized all the requests and stuff I’ve been sent for various shows/movies/books, so I’ll get to everything when I can !!

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atpsnty · 1 year

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┊𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐚'𝐮 𝐧ì𝐩𝐫𝐫𝐭𝐞' 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐤𝐮

neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan ; avatar: the way of water

pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!fem!reader

warnings: kissing, fluff bcs I love happy endings, overuse of the word “prayer”, use of na’vi language (can be searched up or use just context clues)

request: anon.

summary: welcome home

a/n: this is the first alternate ending to hayalovay (can be read as standalone, though still connected to part 1)

character credit: avatar movie series

w/c: 1.1k

Although you did not watch the departing, you had seen the Sully family fly off.

You had stayed at the pond; the place where you shared your first kiss, and your last words, with Neteyam.

You had seen their ikrans as they flew away from the trees: away from the Omaticaya; away from the forest; away from their home…

Away from you.

At first, it felt like your own life force had flickered its last flame. The absence of your best friend's presence in your life had left your spirit wandering, looking for new reason. The only thing you could do at first was hope. Hope that Eywa was watching over the family on their journey and keeping them safe.

Soon, though, that hope became prayer.

The Vitraya Ramunong had become your most visited place. The Tree of Souls, the clan's closest connection to Great Mother, was where you had learned to use that hope to fill the vacant space in your heart.

Over the years, your connection with Eywa had grown. While still being a warrior, you also studied under Mo’at in the absence of her daughter, learning the ways of the Tsahìk while hoping – no – praying for the return of the special person in your life.

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It has been 4 years since the Sully family left the Omaticaya clan, taking Neteyam along with them.

You have yet to let up on your hope.

It’s late in the evening as you sit underneath the radiant glow of the Vitraya Ramunong. With you visiting the sacred tree on an almost daily occurrence, it was well known by the people of your praying times, upon which everyone would leave you to pray unaccompanied. When you had this alone time with Eywa, you used every second to speak your wishes into existence.

“Kaltxì, All-Mother,” you start as you attach your queue to the giant willow tree and kneel upon its roots. You take in the presence that comes with the connection, feeling the essence of the planet flow through you as you take a deep breath, close your eyes, and start your prayer.

“It has been four years since Toruk Makto and his family left the forest people, and four years I have been praying for their return. I know of the reasoning behind their leave – to protect the people –, yet I cannot help but wish they were here. It is hard not knowing Great Mother. Not knowing how they reside. Not knowing if my prayers over the last four years have been falling on empty ears for people I do not know are alive.”

With how absorbed you are in your prayer, you fail to notice that you are no longer alone in this blessed location. You lack to recognize the appearance of a once familiar soul, nor the change in the atmosphere as your focus does not sway from your invocation of Eywa.

“I know that I should not tempt fate, nor ask you to change what must be done in order to keep the balance, but All-Mother, please do all you can to keep that family out of harm’s way. I have been trying to keep it together for the sake of the clan, for we do not need the loss of another warrior when we have already lost some of our mightiest, but it just keeps getting harder to go on when there’s a part of me missing. I know that other families have suffered much more than I have and that I should be appreciative of all that you have blessed me with; I just…I wish to see him again.”

“Eywa has heard you.”

At first, you do not believe your own ears. You take his voice as a sign from Eywa that he is still with you; that you do not have to grieve his absence. The already formed tears that sit in your eyes now slide down your cheeks as you realize you have not forgotten the precious sound.

It’s when you hear his chuckle that you slowly open your eyes.

“I did not mean to interrupt, I just thought I might say hello.”

You slowly turn and lift your head. A thousand thoughts run through your mind as you try to process the boy, no, man in front of you. A thousand thoughts, though only one coherent word.

“Neteyam.”

You gently close your eyes, silently thanking Great Mother for all that she has done in the past few years, before disconnecting your queue and standing up from your position on the ground. Only a few feet lay between your two bodies.

A few feet too many.

In a matter of seconds, the two of you are embracing each other. His arms find their way around your waist while your own snake around his neck as you squeeze each other closer and closer.

It doesn’t feel close enough. You know it will never be close enough.

The air fills with your soft hiccups as you cry into his neck.

He leans back just enough to place both his hands on the sides of your face and bring his lips down to yours.

You can tell that this kiss is different from the first one you had shared.

The first kiss was filled with sadness and goodbyes. The news that Neteyam was leaving had rushed feelings out of the two of you that you had never gotten to explore further. It was a simple, “in the moment” kiss that never got to deepen.

This kiss was pure passion.

What starts off as a soft peck develops into a fierce embrace. All the emotions you have bottled up inside you – the overlapping terror that consumes you when reminded that you might never see Neteyam again, the four years of unspoken heartbreak and sheltered want, the fear of never filling that hollow hole in your heart – are instantly released in waves of longing affection for your other half.

“I did not know if you were going to return to me,” you whisper against his lips. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest…you were sure he could feel yours. He leans back once more to gaze directly into your eyes.

“I will always return to you, Y/N.” he kisses your forehead, the warmth of his heavy breath soothing your skin.

“I love you,” you quietly admit. “After you had left, I immediately asked one of the humans to explain what the words had meant, though I do think you explained it to me the best.”

You return to the crook in his neck, your cheek resting against his shoulder as tilt your head enough for your voice to reach his ear.

“Zola'u nìprrte' kelku, Neteyam…Welcome home, my love.”

Sorry this was so bad in comparison to the first part, but I really wanted to get it posted before I stared at it too long and deleted it entirely lol

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atpsnty · 1 year

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being able to make parallels between movie 1 with jake & neytiri and movie 2 with neteyam & the reader makes me feel like such a good writer ngl

anyways, the first alternative ending to hayalovay will come out later today or at like 2am tomorrow (it’s funny how much I procrastinate on a fanfic that’s gonna be max 2k words,, but I’m also a perfectionist so if it sounds trashy i’m not gonna post it lol)

#avatar #avatar: the way of water #avatar: way of the water #avatar twow #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x reader #atpsnty.ttm

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atpsnty · 1 year

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Hayalovay was SO beautiful I’m obsessed! I’ve had this idea in my head that I’d just die to see written because Neteyam deserves a happy ending :(

It would be similar to a part 2 of Hayalovay with it being a few years after the Sully family left, and the reader has spent the years praying for their return. They all come back including Neteyam, but the reader doesn’t know and he finds her somewhere like the Tree of Voices praying for their return again!

Then with them being reunited they confess that they never forgot each other and how much they missed each other and they can actually be together now 🥲💙

this is absolutely genius, so I've decided to do 2 alternate endings to hayalovay, with this being one of them.

I'll link both of them to part 1 when I write them,, thanks for the request !!

#avatar #avatar: the way of water #avatar twow #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x reader #neteyam fluff #atpsnty.ttm

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atpsnty · 1 year

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┊𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐲

neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan ; avatar: the way of water

pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!fem!reader

warnings: light fluff, a single kiss, light angst

request: n/a

summary: until next time

a/n: takes place before the sullys leave the forest,, has many words in the na’vi language, but they’re easy to look up if needed

character credit: avatar movie series

w/c: 1k

part 2: zola'u nìprrte' kelku

Your feet slowly stir back and forth, the movement causing small ripples to run through the pond as you unconsciously pick at your fingers.

“You have missed Tarsem becoming Olo’eyktan.”

You jolt a little at the sudden intrusion, though you keep your focus on the subtle sway of the water.

Neteyam chuckles as he sits beside you.

“I did not mean to scare you. You usually hear me before I even announce my presence.”

There’s a few seconds of quiet – comfortable silence – as you watch Neteyam’s own feet join your constructed rhythm, you guys instantly falling into sync.

“I did not wish to miss the ceremony; however, I could not bring myself to watch your father’s killing.”

You can feel his eyes on the side of your face, though he wasn’t just looking at you. It always felt like this with him: like he could hear your thoughts. Like he could see straight through any facade you had hoped was masking the emotions you did not wish to share.

He knows you better than you would like him to.

“Do you remember when we had that climbing contest when we were younger?”

You finally look away from the water and at your best friend, only to find his gaze has transferred to the pond. His hair is pushed over his shoulders as he surveys the underwater current, though a few of the braided strands have fallen alongside his neck.

“We were going to play hide and seek with Lo’ak and Kiri and decided that whoever got to the top of a random tree last had to be ‘it’. You were in first place the entire time, but you had slipped on your way up a-.”

“And I crashed into you on the way down, so we had both lost,” you giggle as he looks back up and you meet each other’s eyes. “You were so adamant on not being it, but had instantly offered to be the seeker in my place.”

He gives you a small smile and shrugs, “I knew how much you had hated seeking.”

You nod softly and sigh before leaning against his shoulder and resuming your light kicks.

“I remember the day we had to complete Iknimaya. You had been so excited to finally fly on your own, but you had gotten last minute worry over not being able to make tsaheylu. I was so confused because you were the one who was always practicing the mounting positions and riding procedures, yet there you were, all nerves and jitters right before the act.”

You are so focused on the memory that you do not even notice his hand reaching for your face until the contact is made. His thumb runs across your cheek, and only when he pulls away his wet finger do you realize you had started crying mid story.

He uses his fingers to gently lift your chin up in his direction.

“You know what I remember from that day?” He continues to wipe your damp cheeks as he speaks in a soft tone. “I remember a girl being by my side every step up the Ayram Alusing. I remember my best friend putting all my worries before her own. I remember you being there when I had needed you the most.”

As he addresses you with those final words, he slowly leans into your body. Hand still resting underneath your chin, Neteyam whispers a final sentence before placing his lips upon yours.

“I remember you.”

The kiss is gentle, like the soft droplets of rain before a heavy pour. You knew the rain could only last so long before the storm; before you had to go inside.

It’s over way too soon.

You drop your head with your eyelids closed, scared that half of your soul will be gone when they arise.

“Y/N, look at me please.”

You gently shake your head as your mouth remains shut, scared that even a single breath can blow away the only part of yourself that you can never live without.

That you do not want to live without.

That you would soon have to live without.

“Oel ngati kameie.”

You cannot stop the widening of your eyes and small gasp that leaves your lips.

Neteyam places his hands on the sides of your face, his thumbs landing below your ears as his fingers cradle your neck. He holds your gaze as his stare shifts between both of your eyes as if he wants to make sure you are fully grasping what he is saying.

“I see you, Y/N. I see who you are, inside and out. You mean everything to me,” he confesses. “My dad told me of this human saying. It is like I see you, but you are only to use it with the special people in your life.”

Neteyam lowers his face so his nose aligns with yours. You feel the flutter of his eyelashes as he takes a calming breath and lowers his lids.

“I love you, Y/N. You are a special person in my life. Our connection will never be broken, no matter where I stand on Eywa’eveng.”

Whether you know what the phrase means or not, you can feel it. Like the words are flying out of his soul and into your own, tugging at the deepest part of you and making room for its permanent stay.

As much as you want to return the long speech of commitment and discovery, you know that the more words you are to say, the more likely you are to cry once again.

“Oel ngati kameie,” was all that you could utter.

He tenderly kisses your forehead – a lingering sensation you feel long after he has left –, and rises from your entangled position.

If you were to stand now, you would never be able to let go. Yes, you would have to, but the emotions would remain. The deep feelings would never leave, and once he finally walked away, he would be talking more of you than you could bear.

So you go back to the small ripples in the pond, focusing on the waves. You resume fidgeting with your fingers as you leave your friend with his final goodbye.

“Hayalovay, Neteyam…Until next time.”

Heads up, this is going to be a 2 parter. I originally thought of the second half first/more than this part, but decided this part was needed for the plot.

Also I’ve had the first 300 words of this written for a few days, but I watched Avatar: TWOW for the second time a few hours ago and inspiration finally struck.

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atpsnty · 1 year

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request rules // whom they belong

RULES

❏ no hardcore smut

- please keep in mind that I am a minor, and although I want to

accept all requests, asking me for specific scenes that include

above and beyond descriptions of sex scenes is not appropriate

- this does not include tasks such as kissing/making out, light

groping, implied sex (such as jokes), etc.

❏ if you have a imagine you would like to request, but don’t

see a specific book/show/movie you want, don’t be afraid to ask

- I did not put all of the media I have consumed on here, so it

is possible I could still attempt your request

❏ this is basically practice for my writing

- I am not an author, and although I do love writing, this is more

of a hobby than anything else. I would love your advice and

constructive criticism, but do not shame my writing because

it is not up to your standards because I truly do not care :)

REQUESTS

as far as requests go, you can really send in anything your heart desires (if they fall into the rules listed above ofc), I just wanted to you some examples of what your request could be.

❏ specific scene

- if you saw it in a specific book/movie/show and want it to be

similar to that event, lmk what book/movie/show it was in

❏ emotions

- reader/character feeling a specific emotion

- how you want the story to make you feel

❏ tropes

- generalized story unless described otherwise

❏ request specific scenes found in the books mentioned below

- ex: something like the marathon scene in The Wall of Winnipeg

❏ reader presentation

- LGBTQ+ rep

- POC

- female, gender neutral, or trans reader

- as of now I will not be doing cis-male readers simply because

I have no idea as to their experiences or thought process...mb

these are just a few examples, but everything just bubbles down to your request and how specific you are !

WHO I WRITE FOR

▸books

▸shows

▸movies

anyways, if you don’t understand why I have any of these rules or want clarification for anything, don’t be afraid to ask !

#masterlist #requests #open requests #request rules #books #shows #movies #fanfics #imagines #oneshots #atpsnty

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