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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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hiii! i love ur avatar writing and i was wondering if u could write something about neteyam x reader, where they're childhood best friends but then some na'vi guy start to show interest in the reader and neteyam gets all jealous and realize than maybe he's in love with them? idk if this make sense, english is not my first language, sorry :((

All Mine

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Aonung x Omaticaya!Reader (Only Slight), Fem!Reader, Childhood Friend Romance, Friends To Lovers, Jealousy, Anguished Declarations Of Love, Neteyam Loses His Cool For Once

Warnings: Neteyam Daydreaming About Punching Aonung LMAO

Neteyam was walking along the beach with his siblings when he spotted you, talking to the Olo'eyktan’s son. It had never crossed his mind before that you, his childhood best friend, would eventually find someone to romantically pursue. Was it wrong to realize he wanted you to himself, and not in the arms of another boy?

OMG IM SO OBSESSED W THIS IDEA!!! If theres one trope I love, its a jealous love interest 🤭 also, trust me when I say ur English is perfect!! Fun fact but English is also my second language and growing up I was ass at speaking it LMFAO so ur not alone 😭☠️

Yellow Hyacinth - Jealousy

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [02/01/23] ❞

It had been roughly a week since you arrived on the Awa'atlu village's shoreline. When you initially arrived, the Olo'eyktan's son harassed you relentlessly.

There were many things he liked to call you. Freak, weirdo, dimwit, you name it.

There was nothing freak-like about you, per se, but the fact that you were from the forest made you a target to Aonung's bullying. What skills could a woodland girl teach sea people? It was dreadful that you had to hide among them in the first place.

Technically, you had no obligation to go into hiding with the Metkayina clan, but you felt as if the Omaticaya had nothing left for you when your childhood best friend, Neteyam, informed you that he and his family needed to flee.

When Neteyam initially told you that he had to abandon your clan, including you, you wailed into his arms as if he had just perished. You couldn't bear the thought of not being with Neteyam, even if it meant compromising your clan's safety.

The truth is, you overreacted so harshly because you’ve had feelings for Neteyam for years now. You’ve always been unsure if he reciprocated, but there were moments between the both of you where he’d send mixed signals; you didn’t know what shifted or when, but there was just something between you both that felt like you were more than just friends.

And now he wouldn’t be able to stay and see how your relationship would unfurl.

Maybe you were foolish to persuade Jake Sully into bringing you along, but he eventually agreed (albeit reluctantly), since you and his son made each other happy. Neteyam was pleased when you told him you were departing with him.

So there you were, well acquainted with the Metkayina, and accompanied by your dearest friend. Aside from Aonung's pestering, you could put up with it since you knew Neteyam would safeguard you.

However, the more time that you spent with the sea people, the more you began to suspect that it was only you who had detected something between you and Neteyam. You stopped sending hints, even if he overlooked them unintentionally, as it stung too much to persevere.

Aonung eventually stopped attempting to harass you, and you even developed a pleasant friendship with him. Tonowari, his father, had him apologize for his poor behavior; after that, he was actually fairly delightful to converse with.

This was your life now.

...

Neteyam sauntered along the coast, followed by Kiri and Lo'ak. He couldn't take his mind off you; were you safe? Was Aonung bothering you yet again? His father had chided him that he didn't need to be at your side all hours of the day, but he didn't quite understand why his father was amused when he talked about how Neteyam behaved with you. You were his best friend, of course he’s worried!

Regardless, Jake instructed him to keep an eye on his siblings, so he didn't have much of a choice in abandoning them and running to your rescue. Not with Lo'ak prowling behind him in search of trouble.

Neteyam maintained his walk, thinking to himself that he was exceedingly fortunate that you had left the clan for him, and although he wouldn't say it, he was overjoyed.

What he wasn't so thrilled with was how he'd discovered you'd grown closer to that jackass Aonung. You could talk to anybody you pleased, and he knew you were far too pure-hearted to entirely dismiss the Olo'eyktan's son, but why did he feel so bitter whenever he saw you together?

Speak of the devil.

Kiri pointed you out, but when she saw who you were with, she shuddered. “Look, it’s Y/N! And... Aonung.” She deadpanned.

Neteyam was paying little heed to what his sister was saying. No, he was paying close attention to how you were giggling at whatever Aonung said.

What the fuck?

Lo’ak nudged his shoulder. “Bro?”

Lo'ak waved his hand in front of Neteyam's face, which he instantly swept aside. What exactly did Aonung say to make you laugh that hard? You only laugh when you're with him!

Neteyam was practically seething, his fists clenched into balls, as Kiri and Lo'ak snickered to each other out of his earshot. If Kiri didn't know any better, she'd suppose Neteyam was thinking about the finest ways to strangle a (what might as well be) merman.

And truly, he was.

Lo’ak held his fist to his mouth to stifle his laughs. “Dude, are you jealous?”

Kiri placed a hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder, and looked away with a smile plastered to her face. “He totally is.”

Neteyam’s rage was now being directed towards his siblings. “What? No I’m not! Why would I be jealous?”

Lo’ak was still chortling when he pointed behind Neteyam, motioning that he should probably look. He turned around indignantly, and saw that Aonung had a hand on your arm. He was close. Too close for his liking.

And that look. Anyone could see that Aonung was flirting with you. He was maintaining direct eye contact with you, narrowing his gaze. He appeared to be listening carefully to what you were saying, but his smirk paired with his eyes passing over your lips indicated otherwise.

Neteyam just wanted to pummel his stupid, blue face in.

Kiri and Lo'ak burst out laughing as they witnessed Neteyam storm over to where the two of you were. He aggressively inserted his own hand where Aonung's own had originally been, shoving your body into his own by the shoulder. The unexpected intrusion caught you off guard.

“Oh! Neteyam!”

You beamed at his arrival right away, but Aonung frowned. Before you could enquire what Neteyam was doing, he stared daggers into Aonung's head, and hauled you away from him by your bicep. Aonung remained there stunned, staring at your back as you walked away.

“What the hell?”

Kiri and Lo'ak tripped over themselves on their way over to Aonung, howling with laughter, and Lo'ak smacked his shoulder in amusement.

“Sorry cuz, you never stood a chance!”

Aonung’s cheeks darkened deeply. He was thoroughly mortified; he had no idea you were and Neteyam were like that! (You’re not.)

...

Neteyam began to lose confidence throughout the walk once he had pulled you much further away. While you shouted at him to let you go, he inwardly cursed at himself, wondering why he had just done that.

Does he like you?

Your vehement protests about how Neteyam was causing you pain eventually ceased falling on deaf ears. His rage vanished when he realized he'd been treating you like a ragdoll for the entire walk, and he immediately felt horrible. He let go of your arm and buried his face in his hands, ashamed that he had done such a thing to you in the first place.

You rubbed your sore arm, and nudged his shoulder gently. “What’s wrong?”

He looked way too upset, and you rarely saw him like this, if ever.

“Why was Aonung looking at you like that?”

That struck you with irritation. “Are you serious? That’s what this is about?”

His eyes darkened at your words. How could it not be?

You started to raise your voice. “You cannot be for real. You’re just my friend, why are you being so overprotective? If Aonung likes me, that’s my business! Not yours!”

Neteyam snatched your wrist again, evidently upset by what you just uttered. He didn’t know what he was saying anymore. “The only person that can look at you like that is me!”

You went quiet for a time, then realization dawned on your features. “Hold up... do you like me?”

Suddenly, Neteyam’s gaze softened, and he could no longer be furious with you. “How could I not?”

He released your wrist, unsure of what to say next. When he noticed your prolonged silence, Neteyam whirled around, prepared to walk back to his home and cry his frustrations out. He was fighting back tears already; what was the point of telling you this anyway?

You gripped his shoulder and forced him to swivel around and face you. Neteyam could not cover his face, and he felt humiliated because he didn't know why he was acting in this manner. Why was he weeping over a silly look?

He was caught by surprise when you cupped his face in your hands, and wiped the stray tears away. Your irritation had completely dissipated. “You have nothing to be worried about.”

He sniffled. “Why?”

“Because I’ve liked you since forever, but I didn’t think you liked me back. There were so many mixed signals, and you never picked up on my hints, either!”

Neteyam was taken aback. He was at a loss for words.

You rolled your eyes. “Just kiss me, you big idiot.”

Your hand that was on his shoulder was now suddenly imprisoned in his grip, and he jerked you towards his body, lips crashing into yours. He pressed against you with ardor, as if you'd vanish if he didn't embrace you like you were the last Na'vi on Pandora.

Your nimble fingers found purchase in his braids. His hands slithered around your waist, drawing you flush against him, effectively deepening the kiss. He needed you so near that he could only sense your lips against his. When you would try and pull away, his desperate kisses would follow.

You feared Neteyam had forgotten you needed to breathe, because you had to roughly pull his head back by his braids to eventually get him to halt his feverish actions. The minimal bit of pigment on your lips had now smeared, a mark left by Neteyam that claimed you as his. Who the hell taught him to kiss like that?

As you both merely stared at each other, stunned, Neteyam spoke through labored breaths. “All mine?”

“I’m all yours.”

Bonus!

Lo'ak sipped his fruity iced drink, having witnessed the entire exchange from a distance. He patted Aonung's back.

“You wish that was you, huh?”

Aonung punched him.

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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AHHH HIHII!! i luv ur work it literally has me twirling my hair and shi, i was wondering if u could write a neteyam x navin reader where the reader is like playing with tuk and neteyam realizes he was in love with reader on the spot the whole time and he could imagine like a future with the reader aswell?? TYSM I LOVE UR WRITING SM

Something About You

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Fem!Reader, Fluff, Crush Blush, Longing Look, Tuk is The Best Wingman, Good With Kids

Warnings: None

One afternoon, Neteyam had to watch over his youngest sister. You insisted on accompanying him, and he agreed, not minding the extra help. As you played with Tuk, the thought crossed Neteyam's mind that suddenly, you might just be the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

EIOEWGHOEH EVERYTIME I SEE ASKS LIKE THIS I START GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET LMAOO 😭😭 this idea is super lovely, and tysm for the support, happy new years btw ♥♥ also if u look at the title, I based it off the eyedress song 🤭 italics are Neteyam’s thoughts btw!!

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [01/01/23] ❞

Neteyam sighed as he followed you and his sister. His parents had requested him to watch after her today, and you had overheard their chat. You asked Neteyam if you could accompany him because you enjoyed playing with Tuk, and he concurred. He's never been sure what his little sister liked to do, so your assistance was greatly appreciated.

Tuk squeezed your hand as you guided her towards the woods. The sun was shining brilliantly, and the foliage was soaking up the warmth. The trees were golden in hue, and you eventually found a large expanse of grass for you and Tuk to romp in.

Neteyam selected a tree to relax against, and settled comfortably while you and Tuk traveled only a little further away. He looked at you both, laughing and spinning around the woodland.

Neteyam was frightened for a moment and nearly leapt out of his seat when you lifted up Tuk to toss her into the air, but he calmed down when he saw how effortlessly you retrieved her again. He cannot help but be concerned about his siblings' welfare, but he knows you're excellent with children. You'd never do anything that would harm them.

Tuk's laugh resonated through the treetops as she pleaded with you to throw her again. She appeared to be having fun, but you suddenly realized that Neteyam must be bored sitting alone and observing.

You caught Tuk once more and gently lowered her on the grass. “Neteyam, why don’t you come here and play with us?”

He shook his head, and smiled. “I’m okay.”

You shrugged, and continued to play with his little sister.

...

You ultimately grew tired of tossing Tuk into the air, so you devised a brilliant plan.

“Tuk, why don’t I decorate your braids?”

She seemed perplexed for a moment, before you clarified that you were going to pick out some flowers to put in her hair. Her eyes sparkled at the thought, and she, of course, answered yes.

Tuk was seated in your lap as you meticulously ornamented her braids with an assortment of various, colorful flowers you had gathered. Neteyam maintained his gaze from a distance, and he began to grin to himself. He thought to himself that you were wonderful with kids, and his smile only grew even wider when Tuk gazed into her reflection in a nearby waterhole.

She giggled with delight at her enhanced appearance. “Thank you so much Y/N!”

Because she was so adorable, you pinched her cheeks.

Tuk scrunched up her nose, recoiling from the action. “Let me put flowers in your braids too!”

You agreed with a nod and sat down in front of her. You failed to notice Neteyam's intense stare at you as Tuk adorned your tresses with the leftover blossoms. The sunlight cascaded over you so sweetly that you gleamed like a gift from Eywa herself. Neteyam couldn't believe he'd never noted how stunning you were, and the feeling was further accentuated by the flowers in your hair. He massaged his burning cheeks with his palm; was he blushing?

Tuk's amusement at using you as her personal doll unabated, and the one idea orbiting Neteyam's short-circuiting mind, aside from how you looked straight out of his dreams, was how natural you were with children. Would you behave similarly with your children together, too?

Wait, what?

He had to mentally scold himself for thinking such a thing. Even though it felt improper to envisage it with you because you were only a friend, he couldn't peel the gaze of burning desire away from you. His brain begged him to suppress these feelings, but his heart and blazing cheeks revealed a different story.

His heart stopped. When you decided to turn around, you met his eyes that refused to look away. Neteyam sucked in a breath, fearful for a moment that you could see into his thoughts. He released a sigh of relief as you merely cracked a smile towards him, not knowing how he was really staring at you.

Then another terrifying thought had crossed his mind. Had he always liked you?

You veered away from Tuk to catch a glimpse of your reflection in the waterhole as Neteyam battled with himself internally. You clasped your hands together, praising Tuk on her work, and hugged her warmly. She was scooped up again and twirled around.

You sidled up to Neteyam after you had laid Tuk down, scratching the back of your neck. The sunshine from behind your figure seeped into his vision as he stared up at you through his thick lashes. He didn't mind that he could only see you.

You looked at him sheepishly. “How do I look?”

He snapped out of his reverie, and stuttered for a moment before registering that you asked him a question.

“So pretty.”

As you looked straight at him stupidly, he threw his palm over his mouth. You were both matching blushes as you were suddenly feeling blisteringly hot. Tuk giggled from behind you, her eyes narrowed at her brother.

It didn't help that she was whispering 'Neteyam's got a cruushh...'

Damn that child.

You turned around to hear what she said, and out of your peripheral vision, Neteyam lifted his fist at her, mouthing for her to quit speaking. When your gaze met hers you arched an eyebrow, but she had already closed her mouth and remained serious. She cracked an innocent smile at you.

You looked back at Neteyam, and decided that all of a sudden you had very, very important obligations to attend to at that moment.

“Well, I think I should get home now, haha!”

Neteyam stood up abruptly, laughing nervously. He was chanting in his head to speak confidently.

He stuttered instead. “Oh, me too, haha! Me and Tuk should be meeting with our parents again.”

You couldn't stop giggling uncontrollably like idiots, and while you were heading in opposite directions, you unintentionally bonked heads. He groaned in pain as he touched the tender region on his forehead, but apologized profusely when he noticed that you were also afflicted.

You couldn't bear how mortified you were, so you let out a torrent of apologies and hurried out of the woodland as swiftly as you could. You couldn't believe Neteyam had declared you were pretty!

In your wake, you left behind a trail of flowers. Neteyam discreetly grabbed and pocketed one. You know, for safekeeping.

There was just something about you.

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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Hey! Can you write a long one shot where Lo'ak/Neteyam is in a serious relationship with a human girl ( they are around 20 years old), and she hears Neytiri talking to Jake , saying that your relationship is impossible, bc you can't procreate. Then the reader sits alone crying bc she really wanted that to happen. Lo'ak/Neteyam finds her and comforts her. Then eywa sees how much they love each other and blesses their union with a pregnancy where the reader survives it? It would be more like a spiritual conception, it doesn't need to be anything sexual if you don't feel comfortable writing it. Mo'at or Ronal would be the ones to tell the news, since they are tsahik. Idk, I just wondered how this pregnancy/baby would be like. I even pictured Lo'ak/Neteyam laying their heads on the reader's stomach caressing and kissing it, calling the baby 'our little miracle'

Spiritualis Conceptio

Tags: AgedUp!Neteyam x Human!Reader, Oneshot, Avatar 2, Fem!Reader, Pregnancy, Like Spiritual??, Also Bonus Uncle Lo’ak

Warnings: Major Avatar 2 Spoiler

Years pass, and you and Neteyam have been living together peacefully with the Metkayina clan. It has always been a dream of yours to have a family, but as a human on Pandora, you know that's not physically possible when your lover is from another species.

I'm gonna be real with you, I had zero clue how to write this. I seriously needed a couple days to mull over how this would work. Would reader pull a Bella Swan? Who knows! This is lowkey a load of bullshit! Also please keep in mind that although I'm writing this, I am a minor and chose to write this non-sexually and went with the spiritual route. I think this falls under more cute domestic scenarios overall anyway so, WHO DOESN’T WANNA SEE DAD NETEYAM???

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [02/01/23] ❞

You wrung your fingers together as you meandered along the beaches of the Awa'atlu village, contemplating mundane matters. One in particular that piqued your interest was something you had been thinking about for a considerable amount of time; a family.

You and Neteyam had been together for several years; you were both adults who had been dwelling with the Metkayina clan for the last decade or so. You'd left the Omaticaya clan with him, hoping to remain near to him wherever he traveled. You believed it was remarkable that he survived after being shot all those years ago, and since then, Neteyam has promised never to leave you.

And since then, you’ve felt like you wanted to further your relationship with him. To have a family with him. It warmed your heart to think of the way he would be with his children. Would he be like his own father, protective and caring? Strict yet present? Or would he let loose, and be carefree with them? These were the questions you ached to know the answers to.

It's not as though Neteyam was oblivious to your desires. In all honesty, he was thrilled that you wanted a family, but you two had never seriously discussed the crux of it beyond the concept itself. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on your behalf, but you sincerely hoped it would be achievable someday.

After a short while, you became bored and weary from strolling over the sand for so long. You decided to return to your humble home, which, despite its small size, contained many fond memories for you. Your ears perked up at the sound of a woman's voice before you could whisk the portiere aside.

Neytiri.

Neteyam had been waiting for you to return from your beach promenade, but when the curtain to your front door was swept away, he was greeted by the sight of Neytiri and his father instead, who had arrived moments before you. He welcomed them, intrigued as to why they were searching for him and bearing poignant expressions.

You hid beside the doorway and eavesdropped. You knew you shouldn't listen in on other people's conversations, but when your partner's mother was arguing with him inside your home, whom can criticize you for wishing to hear?

You subsequently regretted that decision because you wished you hadn't. Neytiri didn't take her time stating what she intended to say; she spoke it bluntly and firmly, as one would expect from someone of her character. She was always this way.

“Your relationship with the human girl is impossible.”

You felt your heartbeat quicken. What?

It seemed as though Neteyam had the same reaction as you (albeit unaware of your presence), as he immediately shot up from his seat.

“Now is when you choose to tell me that? You had years to disapprove of Y/N! What changed?” he was not happy.

Jake sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “We overheard you both, talking about wanting a family.”

Neytiri interjected. “It will not happen. It cannot, you are not even of the same species! She belongs with her own people!”

Why were they so adamant about this?

“She is a human girl! You cannot procreate, yet you talk of wanting a family?”

“And? Look at Kiri! She had a human mother!”

Jake placed a rough hand on his son’s shoulder. “Kiri was conceived from Grace’s avatar, Neteyam. No one has ever seen or heard of a human being giving birth to a Na’vi child, let alone be pregnant with one.”

He brushed his father’s hand off of him. “It doesn’t matter.”

You were devastated. You were aware that Neteyam's family had reservations about you, but were they always this antagonistic to your relationship? You opted not to enter your home, tears welling up in your eyes. You dashed away, but before you could truly escape, Neteyam pulled the curtain aside to leave. He spotted your sprinting figure as he grumbled over the discussion he had just seconds before.

He groaned as he raised his palm to his forehead. “Shit.”

Neteyam broke into a run to chase after you.

...

You hid behind some rocks, huddling into your body so that you could cry without anybody finding you. Well, almost. Neteyam emerged from behind one of the boulders you were situated in front of, and sat down carefully so as not to scare you off.

His eyebrows were knitted together in concern. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You wiped your puffy eyes and sniffled. “I heard Neytiri telling you we can’t be together.”

Neteyam embraced you and stroked your hair.

You began to weep again as you sank into his touch. “I really wanted to have a family with you, but I don’t think that’s possible...”

Neteyam felt a wave of guilt surge through him. Perhaps you wouldn't have been crying if you'd fell in love with a human male instead. Nonetheless, he delicately nuzzled you, trying to soothe your pains.

“It’s okay. I don’t care what my mother says.”

When you glanced up at him, he planted a tender kiss against your lips to quell your sobs. You lamented the absence of them when Neteyam stood up and extended his hand for you to take.

You accepted it tentatively, finally putting an end to your sobs. “Where are we going?”

He gave you a soft smile. “You’ll see.”

...

Thank goodness Tsireya also taught you breathing exercises.

When Neteyam said he’d take you somewhere, you didn’t expect it to be the goddamn spirit tree.

You were underwater, squeezing Neteyam's hand as he approached the foliage. He had informed you beforehand that Eywa might hear his prayers, which is why you were here.

You maintained your grip on his hand in trepidation. Neteyam drew his braid over his shoulder, and nodded once more before attaching his queue to the tree.

You could tell he was begging Eywa to bless you both with a child. You sensed tingles across your skin as you felt the energy of the tree move through your lover, wondering whether your family's future was not completely lost after all.

Once Neteyam finished his prayer, he disconnected his queue and helped you swim back up to the surface.

...

You felt ill.

Seriously, terribly ill. You assumed you ate something unpleasant because you became queasy out of nowhere; what was wrong with you?

Neteyam voiced his concerns about the state of your health, and said that he would leave for a moment and bring back the village Tsahìk.

Ronal stepped inside your marui, and raised an eyebrow at your figure. Why did Jake Sully’s son bring her to you? “She is a human, what could I possibly do to aid her?”

Neteyam grumbled, then admitted to what he had done the few days prior. “We visited the spirit tree, and I prayed to Eywa for a baby. Now Y/N is suddenly sick, and I don’t know why!”

Ronal was taken aback for a time. She gazed at Neteyam, puzzled, then swiftly kneeled by your side. She placed her tools near your head, and you began to groan in agony, sweating from the aching in your body.

Ronal shot a glare towards Neteyam. “You, make sure nobody steps foot into this marui!”

Neteyam was a little slow in processing Ronal's order, but he promptly walked towards the entrance to maintain a watchful eye as she toiled. She spoke in Na'vi, and pressed her palm against your abdomen to interpret Eywa's will.

...

“This human girl, she is pregnant.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, utterly astonished. Ronal had helped to relieve the cramps in your body, but that was overshadowed by the shock you and Neteyam were experiencing at the revelation of your pregnancy.

“I don’t know how this child came to be, but it is clear Eywa’s will has been told.”

You couldn’t help but intercede. “But, Jake said no human has ever been pregnant with a Na’vi child! How is this possible?”

Ronal sighed. “We do not know if this is a Na’vi child yet, but this is clearly some form of spiritual conception. We will simply have to wait and see how the pregnancy goes.”

...

This was not a normal human baby.

The more time passed, the more visible your bump became. Ronal had only alerted Neteyam's family about the pregnancy in case something went wrong with the baby. However, it was becoming increasingly impossible to conceal your body's visible baby bump. Neytiri was surprised at first because she couldn't believe you two had truly conceived a child.

The baby was developing well. To be honest, it was a little too fast for your liking, but it was fine. Aside from the occasional cramps and nausea, your health was excellent, and you were coping well with the pregnancy.

Neteyam was over the moon about your pregnancy. There were numerous occasions when he would lie with you, singing songs to your baby and wondered if they could hear him.

You hoped it couldn’t, because no offense, but his voice was awful. Neytiri’s singing genes did not pass down to Neteyam.

Your favorite moment of those instances though, aside from your lover's atrocious vocals, is when he would kiss and caress your belly while referring to your child as “our little miracle.”

On occasion, you two would dispute over the baby's gender or how much more Na'vi or human it would appear to be. You were certain that your daughter would seem more human, but Neteyam insisted that your son would undoubtedly look like a Na'vi. Furthermore, it was him who prayed for this! He essentially did all of the work!

You would argue that he’s not the pregnant one, and that you’re definitely having a daughter. No questions asked.

Bonus!

You had a son.

Everyone in the tribe was shocked when Ronal announced the pregnancy to them. A child who is both human and Na'vi? It was incomprehensible!

You were absolutely livid as you stood there, Neteyam snickering in the background. Eywa was truly a mischievous deity who relished in playing games.

Neteyam nudged your shoulder in silent laughter. “I told you we’d have a boy!”

You smacked his arm. “Oh, shut up! You weren’t even right about him looking more Na’vi!”

You two quietly bickered as Lo’ak held the infant. “Haha, I’m your uncle now! Look at us, we both have demon blood!”

He began to speak in a singsong voice, “demon baabbyy!”

The baby started wailing.

Someone seriously needed to take that child away from Lo’ak before he dropped it in the sand.

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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DOMESTIC LIFE WITH NETEYAM ONESHOT WHEN ⁉️⁉️⁉️ its so cute because i know how good neteyam is with tuk and he would (could've) be the sweetest husband ever

Death Won’t Do Us Part

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Fluff, Married Life, Domesticity, Teeny Tiny Angst

Warnings: Major Avatar 2 Spoiler

Ever since the incident, Neteyam was attached to you more than ever. When the two of you were finally of age, you mated, being bound to each other for life. But, there was a different binding Neteyam wanted to do too; to marry you. And so, here you are, living happily with the sweetest husband anyone could ask for.

THAT CORRECTION WAS SO EVIL 😭😭 but omg imagine dilf neteyam 🤨🤨

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [06/01/23] ❞

Ever since that fateful incident with the Metkayina clan, Neteyam had grown more attached to you than ever.

You two had always shared a bond that transcended beyond friendship. You yearned for one another, longing for affectionate touches and the chance to lie together in the tranquility of eclipse. To talk for hours on end, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.

Those feelings were wrenched out from you both only when he was on the threshold of death, as he drew what you feared was his last breath. You couldn't understand why the love of your life was in your arms, blood pooling from the chest where his heart beat so fervently for you. But, now it would no longer beat at all.

If it weren't for his miraculous survival that dreadful day, you'd swear Eywa was cruel. The feelings you exchanged hung like a heavy weight in the atmosphere between you two, creating tension that could be pierced with a knife. You were hesitant to talk about what you admitted to him, but you tried nonetheless.

Neteyam sobbed into your chest for the first time in a long time, confessing that he was afraid he would never receive the chance to be with you. That as he lived through Eywa, you'd carry on without him and eventually discover a new love. He was however here now, and you weren't going to give him up.

...

When the two of you had come of age, you were rattled by the anxiety that had accumulated in the pit of your stomach. You adored Neteyam, but the prospect of mating with him for the first time made you apprehensive. It left you queasy to be so exposed to him, laid bare without even a single barrier to safeguard you. Neteyam, on the other hand, assured you that he loved you and longed to explore every side of you.

Neteyam purred in your ear with that raspy voice you so loved when the two of you were finally bonded together. He wanted you to be his wife. To cherish and hold you for the rest of his days, and to wake up next to you and see your sleepy face as you roused from your slumber. His affection for you was pure, and it melted your heart.

Of course you said yes, a smile gracing your lips.

...

Neteyam was the sweetest husband you could have ever asked for.

When you awoke, you were snuggled against him, your daughter nestled between the two of your bodies. Neteyam opened an eye, and you grinned as you noted the shadows under his eyes. Your daughter, Ingayn, was a nightmare to get to sleep, and that much was evident on your husband’s face. Laying like this, you were the perfect picture of a family amidst the placid buzz of the morning.

Neteyam caressed your temples with the back of his knuckles, and travelled to your cheeks, tucking a braid behind your ear. Even after years of marriage, you could never get enough of his gentle and loving touches.

You swung an arm over your daughter, searching fingertips skimming against the long-healed bullet wound on Neteyam's rigid chest. Your eyes darted from the scar to his gaze, and he sighed into your palm.

“It feels like so long ago.”

In response, you hummed and traced the shape of his lips. You leant forwards to kiss them as your fingers shifted to rest under his chin. Neteyam smiled into your embrace, and it induced you to feel intoxicated. You could spend the entire day in bed with your gorgeous husband if your duties permitted it, but you knew you had tasks to finish.

Ingayn yawned, and sat up to discover you and Neteyam exchanging loving kisses.

“Ewww, gross!”

She struck her father across the face with the makeshift pillow under you. Neteyam yanked the pillow from her grasp, and you knew Ingayn was absolutely screwed.

She burst into wild giggles as Neteyam snatched her up, and tickle attacked her. You chuckled at the action, and pinched her cheeks when Neteyam pulled away.

He brushed one last chaste kiss against your lips, sighing contentedly. “Okay, I have duties to attend to. I’ll see you later, love.”

You picked up your daughter, and smiled at him. “Have fun.”

Neteyam could only grumble. “Fun is when I’m with you.”

He climbed out of bed reluctantly, and kissed his daughter on the forehead before departing. Knowing that every morning would resemble this made your heart soar. How did you become so lucky?

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you're currently carrying 'avatar x reader' with your absolutely amazing works, so i have another request for you, love, if that's alright <33

no idea how to properly start this, but basically neteyam and y/n are a thing- and even though y/n is like super grateful for his protection, lately she's been feeling just like another of his many responsibilities, not a partner. so they grow a bit distant, to that point where even his family notices, and when they try to talk it out they get into an argument. pretty much angst (because i love it👹👹👹) !!!!!!!!!!!!! and it's totally up to you if it ends with fluff or angst. oh and i thought maybe it could take place when they arrive to the metkayina clan, because it would mean y/n left everything behind just for neteyam (and his amazing family ofc🤞🤞🤞), but the way he begun to treat her, makes her think she might regret that decision= more aNGST‼️‼️but that's up to you- whatever you're more comfortable with :)) okay, byeee!!! have a nice day!!!

(i'm @introvert-pansexual btw😧)

Not A Responsibility

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Angst, Fluff At The End (Not Really)

Warnings: Tiny Bit Toxic, Mentioned Jealousy

Ever since you left the Omaticaya clan for your boyfriend, you’ve felt suffocated by his overprotective nature. You’re his partner, not just another one of his responsibilities or trouble-seeking siblings. And it hurts, knowing that he treats you like you are less his mate than burden. You think you might regret leaving your home for him.

UR SO NICE OMG😭😭❤️❤️ I love every request I get HSJQISIWJ some days my brain is just poop cause i cant think up ideas so these are nice to get ☠️☠️ also yuh I kinda inferred that u switched accs bc i stalk my followers LMAOAOAO anywayss this deffo isnt my best work but ive been kinda tired lately so like sorry if its not that great 😭😭

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [08/01/23] ❞

You and Neteyam have been dating. For a long time, actually.

You grew up together, and the tight friendship you built inevitably developed into feelings of attraction. You were anticipated to be mated to one another, and the Sully family cherished you.

Jake used to torment his son before you began dating. He'd make remarks about how you two reminded him of him and Neytiri, and how Neteyam had to entice you with the superb wooing genes he inherited from him. Neytiri would slap him on the back of the head and order him to be quiet. However, she couldn't argue with Jake's teasing. A lovely girl like yourself resembled a second daughter to her; if her son didn't put a ring on it, she would drag him by the ear.

You felt your throat constrict and your eyes burn with tears the day Neteyam informed you Jake was forcing his family to pick up and move. How were you supposed to just carry on and forget about your relationship?

You couldn't. As a result, you left with him. You would fly for a thousand days on an Ikran, cross vast oceans, and abandon your home a million times more for Neteyam and his family. Neteyam considered himself extremely fortunate to have you.

However, after finally settling in with the Metkayina, you began to sense a twinge of foreboding. You felt homesick, and you knew that relocating to a whole new clan would be difficult. Neteyam appeared to be taking it the hardest though, so you did not want to complain.

You noted how his shoulders tensed more frequently, or how he wore a faint grimace when alone. You were outsiders in this place, and they treated you as such. Neteyam couldn't help but be uptight whenever the olo'eyktan's son harassed his siblings, but he lost his composure when he sought to bother you.

Or, more accurately, flirted with you. Neteyam had a reputation for being a jealous boyfriend. You and his family were fully cognizant of this, but to the casual onlooker, he always appeared calm and collected. When Aonung penetrated your personal space, you recognized how Neteyam would surreptitiously linger nearby, or extended an arm around you. It drove him insane.

When he first started acting that way, you would coo at him and envelop him in your embrace while calling him sweet. You believed his protectiveness over you was adorable, and it was flattering to say the least. Neteyam, on the other hand, had nothing to be concerned about. You were solely interested in him.

...

Regardless of your unconditional affection, it seemed that the more Neteyam stayed in the Awa'atlu village, the more awful he grew.

Irrespective of Aonung's unwanted attention (which had long since faded), nothing made Neteyam happy anymore. When you tried to kiss him, he would either accept it reluctantly or brush you away. If you wished to spend time with him, he would acquiesce, but would eventually talk about his siblings or babysit. Nonetheless, he would be fiercely protective of where you went or what you did.

You couldn't condemn Neteyam for being nervous and tense all the time, but it seemed that no matter what difficulties you were encountering in your relationship, he began to treat you as if you were just another one of his trouble-making siblings. Another chore added to his long list of responsibilities.

Neteyam’s protection used to be charming, but it was now just smothering. It seemed like you were so distant from your boyfriend, yet also so close to him. You began feeling less like his partner, yet it also caused you to feel guilty when you were emotional in front of him. You knew you had no right to complain because you left the Omaticaya clan by your own volition. How could you grumble about it when your lover was enduring greater struggles?

This was a recipe for disaster.

...

You no longer felt comfortable communicating your concerns to your boyfriend. Each time you sought to bring up your reservations about how Neteyam was treating you, he was too preoccupied with his own life to give much heed to your conversation or relationship.

You eventually gave up on your efforts to work it out. If he were to behave distant from you, you would respond with the same energy. You two gradually drifted away, the gulf between you expanding by the day. Neteyam's family became quite alarmed when they noticed how seldom you two were interacting nowadays.

Jake and Neytiri encouraged Neteyam to try to spend some quality time with you again, and that he could set his other obligations aside. They'd maintain a close eye on their other children so Neteyam wouldn't have to fret about them.

He agreed begrudgingly, unable to say no to his parents. You were thrilled when he sought you out for a casual date, the first in a long time. There was a nagging whisper in the rear of your mind that gnawed at you, warning you he just wasn't the same, but you dismissed it. He'd come to find you, hadn't he?

...

You were deflated throughout the duration of your date. The longer time passed, the more you could feel the ominous mood rattling deep in your bones. During your time together, all Neteyam could think about was how much this move had stressed him out, and now he had to be concerned about paying you attention as well. It was apparent from his expression that he was not enjoying himself.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You snapped at his indifferent attitude. “Can you stop zoning out and actually listen to me for once?”

If Neteyam was trying to fake a smile before, he definitely wasn’t anymore. “What do you mean? This whole entire date I’ve been only listening to you!”

You scoffed at this. His mind was in a whole other place for the entire duration of it. “You never have time for me anymore, and when you do, you act like I’m some burden on your to do list!”

Neteyam felt his blood go hot. Before he could stop himself, he began to yell. “It’s not my fault I can’t give you attention all the time! My parent’s are always putting pressure on me to make sure everyone’s looked after and well behaved, including you!”

Then, his voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “Do you think I wanted to go on this date?”

That was the juncture at which you felt so enraged that you couldn't prevent the tears from cascading down your flaming cheeks. Neteyam's countenance didn't alter in response to your outburst, which only served to make you angrier.

You practically screamed at him. “You’re such a dickhead! You’ve changed, Neteyam.” You began sobbing.

“The only reason I’m mad isn’t because you don’t give me enough attention, it’s because every time we’re together you completely neglect my feelings! You make everything about you!”

He remained still as you wiped your angry tears away, then jutted a finger against his chest. “For someone who acts like they’re always looking after everyone else, you’re so incredibly selfish with me.”

In the face of your harsh comments, Neteyam remained silent and unmoving. He was speechless; he didn't know what to say. The rage was still coursing through his veins, but all he could do was hearken to your never-ending shouts.

Your voice dropped an octave, and you glared into his eyes which you once looked so fondly into. “I’m not another responsibility of yours. I regret ever following you here. If I knew you’d turn out like this, I would’ve saved myself the heartache and found a new partner instead of leaving everything behind for someone that won’t even give me the time of day. You could at least try to act happy to be around me.”

That made his heart break, and he could feel the tears beginning to gather in his eyes too. He couldn’t believe you would have ever found it in you to say that to him. “Fine, do what you want. I tried to spend time with you, and you turned it into an argument.”

He pivoted on his heel, and stormed away from you on the threshold of tears. When he was far enough away, he let the tears flow.

Your voice carried from halfway across the beach. “Fine then, if you want me so bad, I guess I’ll go!”

You, too, turned your back on him and dashed away to find somewhere to cry privately. You felt like such a child.

...

It was growing dark, and eclipse was approaching.

You still hadn’t returned to the marui you shared with the Sully family, and Jake was beginning to get worried. “Where’s Y/N?”

That question was obviously directed towards Neteyam, but he remained sulking instead of replying.

Neytiri’s patience was thinning with her son’s out of character behavior. “That girl doesn’t know her way around the Awa’atlu village. She could be lost!”

Jake rubbed the bridge of his nose, glancing at the sky. He shared Neytiri’s sentiment, as his son still wasn’t talking. What the hell happened on your date?

Although Neteyam appeared furious, he was actually feeling quite guilty. Your reality check tugged at his heartstrings, and now you could be injured, or worse, lost, because he told you to be. He sprung from his seat and raced out the marui, unable to sit still any longer.

Jake's shouts for his son to return at that instant went unfulfilled. Even if Neteyam was angry with you, he was still afraid that something awful would happen, and he'd never forgive himself if it did.

Neteyam called your name as he ran throughout the village. However, no matter how much terrain he covered, or how many times he bellowed your name into the frigid night air, your voice did not respond. He was sweating nervously now, terrified about not being able to locate you. What if he never found you?

Those fears, however, were quickly dispelled into the wind whipping behind him as he hurried towards the sound of sniffling behind a nearby tree. Neteyam scratched the back of his neck, unsure what to do. As he drew near to your weeping figure, he stepped on and snapped a twig, capturing your attention.

You spun around to investigate the source of the noise, only to discover that it was your idiot boyfriend. Neteyam urged you to relax, then sighed and settled besides you.

Before you could protest against him taking a seat next to you, he hugged you tightly and apologized.

“I’m sorry. I’m the way I am right now because I don’t want anything bad happening to you, or my siblings. I can’t imagine ever losing you.”

You let your rage disappear, leaning into his embrace as he continued to talk.

“I know I’ve been a real idiot lately, and I’ll try to show up more in our relationship. My personal problems aren’t your fault.”

Your prior resentment faded as he brushed your tears away with his thumb, and you buried your face in his chest, allowing your arms to wrap around his midriff.

“I’m sorry for saying I wished I stayed behind and found someone new. That was a lie, I’d never be able to move on.”

Neteyam felt his chest tighten at your words, and merely hugged you tighter. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

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My Mistake

Tags: Miguel x Spidey!Reader, Oneshot, Crush Blush, Gn!Reader, Close Proximity, Mad Miguel Just Bc 🤘😔

Warnings: None

When assisting Miguel with his leadership duties, you lend an extra hand with the boring computer work. But what happens when you slip and fall into his lap by accident?

Sorry for being so dead on tumblr LMFAO but like everyone else I watched ATSV and had sudden inspiration and also like. yk. miguel is FINE AF.

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [14/06/23] ❞

As you entered Miguel's headquarters, you tore off the oppressive mask from your face. Although Miguel seemed somewhat icy as an individual, he hadn't thrown you out of the spider society yet for visiting him so frequently, so you took advantage of every opportunity you had to spend time with him. You greeted him heartily from the lower platform, but he was unwilling to turn or respond. Ever the charmer, that one.

You fired one of your webs at a wall to elevate yourself onto his platform. “What’cha working on?”

Miguel appeared to be cranky as he sifted through various anomaly alerts and classified them accordingly on his hologram monitor. He felt irritated by the tedious aspect of his job; it was difficult to find the time to do everything at once while simultaneously fulfilling his leadership duties and being Spiderman 2099. Miguel eventually stirred from his work as he detected your footsteps behind him, although his agitated look remained fixed.

You frowned at him. “What’s the matter?”

It's not surprising that Miguel's temperament deteriorated when you asked him this. What wasn’t wrong? He became belligerent and almost pouty at this.

He resumed swiping across his touchscreen device. “Nothing. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Miguel was fully aware that you had already fulfilled your daily responsibilities, yet he was merely inventing excuses to avoid having to explain himself or ask for your aid. You leant on one of the tables besides you, entertained by his brusque response.

You ignored the last half of his sentence. “It’s clearly not nothing. Seriously, what’s up? If you need help you can just ask.”

He sighed exasperatedly, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t need help.”

You had been gesticulating then, gazing at him incredulously. “You’re a bad liar.”

He subsequently focused on you, his head whipping in your direction in aggravation. “Fine! I need assistance with sorting through the anomaly alerts and pinpointing locations.”

You mock gasped, placing your hand over the spider emblem on your suit. “No way! The Miguel is asking me for help? Who are you?”

You chuckled as you stroked his shoulder. “Of course I’ll help.”

He merely grumbled in response. Oh, how you loved teasing this man.

...

God, this was so boring.

As much as you loved to annoy Miguel, you had not anticipated that the remainder of your day would be devoted to quietly reviewing and flicking through the informational screens in his frigid headquarters. Your lower back was suffering from sitting in your chair for so long, so you stood up to straighten out your posture and get a better look at the hologram panels.

Standing for an extended period of time became exhausting as well. You were unaware that the chair you'd sat in previously had rolled away from you slightly, causing you to stumble with a curse when you moved backwards to sit down again. Miguel's reaction time was swift, as he promptly stood behind you, prepared to catch you from tripping.

He felt your back hit his chest. “Ay!”

You were both hurled to the cold, unforgiving floor, hurting faintly from the impact. At the very least, you had Miguel to break the fall (seriously, his musculature was like a cushion). You hadn't noticed that you'd landed on him, his calloused hands anchored around your waist, you sprawled crosswise his powerful thighs. Given your close proximity, the apples of your cheeks flushed ruby.

You had a hard time looking him in the eye. “Sorry, I’m really clumsy...”

Miguel's glare bore down on you with menacing precision, scowling at your blunder. However, that expression was swiftly wiped off his face as he noted your reddened cheeks, and he couldn't help but smirk at you with a bit of sarcasm laced in his voice.

He traced his talons across your sides, through your suit in a teasing fashion. “Ten cuidado, Y/N. How are you clumsy and a spider person?”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe from how close Miguel was, and you could practically smell the lavender and sandalwood shampoo he used. He smelled woody and fresh, and the moment you inhaled his scent, you felt like you were going to faint.

You whispered breathlessly. “You smell nice.”

Miguel’s own cheeks tinged a slight pink, surprised by your sudden compliment. “...Thank you?”

Miguel seemed to be unimpressed, but deep down, he felt touched by your praise and tucked it away in his thoughts like a secret for safekeeping. He'd never admit it, but despite his soft glower, he quite liked seeing you on his lap...

Bonus!

Lyla emerged out of nowhere, searching for Miguel. Her gaze was drawn to you both on the floor right away.

She looked at you both on the floor, with mock disgust. “Someone moved on fast-”

Lyla ducked when Miguel tossed you off his lap, racing to get a piece of hardware to launch at the AI. You winced as Miguel shouted a string of incomprehensible curse words in Spanish at her.

Maybe helping him out was a bad idea...

#↳˳🖤;; ❝ oneshot ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:#BRO.#MIGUEL IS SO FINE.#oneshot #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x you #miguel o'hara x you #spidey reader #spiderman reader #gender neutral reader #close proximity #crush blush

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hi hii, hope you’re having a great day/night! i have another idea for a request 🕺so you remember after payakan saved lo’ak and lo’ak went to tell the others and nobody really believed him? i was thinking that the reader could’ve been the only one to believe him so he took them to meet payakan and seeing how fascinated the reader was with payakan made lo’ak fall in love or something idk shsjshsb

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Believe in Me

Tags: Lo’ak x Metkayina!Reader, Oneshot, Gn!Reader, Fluff, Power of Trust, They Fell First But He Fell Harder

Warnings: Word Cockblocker is Used (Not Sexually, But I Couldn’t Find a More Innocent Term)

When Lo’ak told the story of how he was saved to the others, none of them believed him. They told him to stay away, that Payakan is a killer, and he should do best to avoid him. You believed in him though, and who is Lo’ak to do what others tell him to?

THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE 😭😭 I love ur Lo’ak requests lol they’re keeping me alive rn 👊👊 I had sm fun writing this!!

When they start swimming underwater, listen to Ice Dance by Danny Elfman for a more immersive experience.

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [27/12/22] ❞

“He saved me, he really did!”

As Lo'ak recounted his story, the young Na'vi were huddled in a circle. Rotxo and Aonung exchanged glances; everyone appeared concerned about him. Payakan was a murderer, and Lo'ak was merely extraordinarily fortunate to be alive.

“Kiri, you believe me, right?”

She remained silent and averted her gaze away from his. “They know this place better than we do.”

Tsireya shook her head. “Lo’ak, please don’t go looking for Payakan. You’ll be killed!”

“Fine, don’t believe me! I know what I saw!” Lo'ak abruptly rose up, preparing to storm away from the group.

You seized his forearm to keep him from fleeing. Lo'ak reached behind his shoulder to yank his arm away from you; he didn’t need to hear he was crazy from you, too. Before he could tear his arm away, he stiffened in place as you spoke.

“I believe you.”

Everyone turned to gawk at you, some with their jaws gaping, others silently snickering. You knew full well the story of Payakan, so why were you supporting this? You withdrew your arm and smiled warmly at Lo’ak. His head hung low, concealing the grin upon his lips. Aonung murmured to Rotxo about how you have a crush, and you shot him a death stare. Aonung stopped his teasing, but Lo'ak didn't seem to notice.

“Y/N, why would you believe him? You shouldn’t encourage it!”

You gave Tsireya a frown. “And what if he’s telling the truth?”

Everyone was deafeningly hushed as you argued against her. You scoffed at them all when they had nothing left to say, and walked away accompanied by Lo'ak. He thanked you quietly for trusting him.

To be truthful, you'd heard the tales about how dangerous Payakan was. You grew up with these people, after all. Although you believed in Lo'ak, you had your reservations; deep down, you knew the main reason why you wanted to trust his words was because you'd been admiring him since he first arrived in your village. You were just too timid to approach Lo’ak, so can anyone fault you for using this as an opportunity?

“Y/N, come with me. I’ll introduce you to Payakan.”

You smiled. “I’d love that.”

...

“This way, I know Payakan is around here!”

Lo'ak clasped your hand in his and guided you to the water. You might have been second-guessing your judgment at this point; you claimed you believed in him, but what if Payakan was a tulkun with exceptional manipulation abilities? Is that even feasible?

You dove into the water and began swimming after Lo'ak as he went further out into the ocean, putting your daydreaming to a halt. Once you had reached decently open waters beyond the reef, Lo'ak called for Payakan. You were nervous about what lay ahead of you, but you were also intrigued.

After what seemed like a few minutes of silence, you laid a hand on Lo'ak's shoulder.

“I don’t think he’s--”

With a yelp, you were cut off as something elevated your body above the surface of the water; a gigantic fin. You clutched it for support, and Lo'ak immediately swam besides your knees so you could rest a palm on his shoulder. He chuckled, and you swirled your feet in the water after the tulkun plateaued. Payakan whistled, and his genial nature enthralled you.

You cocked your head towards Lo'ak, a playful smirk on your lips. “Can we swim with him?”

Lo'ak concurred, beaming from ear to ear. You intertwined your fingers with his, your other hand gripping Payakan as he plunged underwater. You tried not to tumble off as the sheer force of the act caused you to hover above his fin, but Lo'ak was there to hold you in position.

You shifted into a horizontal position once you were settled in the water to enable you to swim comfortably. Lo'ak hooked his fist above yours on the edge of Payakan's fin, keeping your fingers entwined, so that you could swim in tandem with one another. The action made you flush, and you were grateful that the water obscured his vision somewhat.

Lo'ak was captivated by you as you glided across the expansive aquatic panorama. Although he had swum beyond the reef before, he had never witnessed it like this, with you at his side, giggling besides him as if it were nobody's business. It was in this snapshot of time that he saw you as vividly as ever; amongst the pulsing rhythm of the sea, his heartbeat drummed in his ears at the sight of you, realizing that the reason you appeared so delighted was because of him.

He captured a mental image of you and preserved it as a memory that only he would behold. Just for him, no one else.

With his hands, he signed ‘you’re pretty’.

God, he must be insane, he thinks. Your body froze as you registered what he had signed, and before you could react, Payakan sped through the water, nearly knocking you off your feet. In a frenzy, Lo'ak draped an arm across your back, clutching your arm to secure you against him. You could feel the hammering of his heartbeat against you, being so near to his chest.

Taking a peek at his panicked expression, you realized you could see a lot from this viewpoint. You noted the curvature of his lips, the slant of his nose, and the acuteness of his jawline, for instance. You subconsciously leant towards his face, entranced by his features.

Lo'ak inclined his head to peer at you, curious as to what you were doing. He was taken aback by your unexpected closeness and immediately felt bashful. Were you planning on kissing him? He'd never kissed anyone before!

Before you closed the distance between you both, you immediately turned your head away from him, snickering to yourself as he nearly took the bait. When you looked over your shoulder, Lo’ak appeared stunned. Before you could sign that his expression looked like a turtapede, he grabbed you by the cheeks (gently, of course), and captured your lips in a longing kiss. Immediately, Payakan soughed, and threw Lo’ak off his fin.

You slapped your palm over your mouth, startled and amused, as he swam after you and Payakan. The tulkun surged to the surface of the ocean, and Lo'ak bobbed out of the saltwater, shaking the brine from out his braids. You turned to sit upright, and held something akin to mirth in your gaze as you grasped your abdomen in a fit of laughter. Lo'ak shot a mischievous sneer in Payakan's direction, huffing as he rolled his eyes. Cockblocker.

“Well, he’s definitely a killer, alright!”

He groaned in embarrassment. “More like you. If I died, it’d be your fault.”

Although his sentence appeared stern and somber, the crinkle of his eyes and curl of his lips conveyed a different narrative, betraying the meaning of his words. How had he not previously fallen in love with you? Maybe the feeling was always there, lying torpid like a dormant volcano, suddenly stirred awake by you.

“Oh? I’m the death of you?”

‘You don’t even know,’ is all he could think.

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

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Forest Rendezvous

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

Warnings: None

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

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

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [29/12/22] ❞

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t know you felt that way...”

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

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

“Then why don’t I share it with you?”

You were baffled. “What?”

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

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

He grinned. “Letting you enjoy yourself.”

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

He was never a good dancer.

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

Both of you exploded into laughter.

“You’re so bad at this!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who’s to say I won’t kiss you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, I really like you.”

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

“I guess... I like you too.”

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

Maybe you should sneak out more often.

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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hi lovey 🫶 i was thinking about another lo’ak idea for a request and this is what i came up with! so as we know, the sully family had to learn sign language while living with the metkayina clan.. so i was thinking the reader would be metkayina and would take it upon themself to help teach them (at this time the sully’s know certain phrases) and lo’ak is drawn to the reader and asks for private lessons but in actuality he’s pretty good with signing so the reader is like “ur already pretty good but ig so 🤷” and in that lesson lo’ak kind of makes his feelings clear and asks to learn how to say something like “you’re ethereal” and once he learns, he signs it to the reader? idk i just love how you write lo’ak so i just thought of anything really 🤭

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Teach Me

Tags: Lo'ak x Metkayina!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Fluff, Private Tutor, Crush Blush, They’re Both Oblivious, Shy Reader

Warnings: None

You caught the eye of Jake Sully’s second son, and he has made it a point to try and woo you. When you try and teach his family the way your clan communicates underwater, he asks for private lessons, knowing full well he has already excelled in sign language far beyond his siblings. A few more lessons couldn’t hurt, right?

Your requests are always such a delight to see :) Lo’ak tryna finesse the reader into private tutoring sessions just to spend time with them is such a Lo’ak thing to do lol ALSO YOU’LL NOTICE THAT IVE TAKEN A LIKING TO ADDING A BONUS TO THESE

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [05/01/23] ❞

Ever since the Sully family arrived at your doorstep seeking asylum, your father, Tonowari, had entrusted you with teaching the children your ways so that they were not entirely useless.

You did not appear to mind. When you locked eyes with Toruk Makto's youngest son, he captivated you. He was considerably different from your people, with golden eyes, darker skin, and even being a half dream walker! It was alluring, even if your brother didn't find Lo'ak's unique traits as attractive as you did.

You brushed your burgeoning feelings aside so you could do an excellent job of showing him your ways of life. Tsireya, your sister, had previously taught the Sullys about breathing techniques and diving, but you still stepped in whenever you could. You would've been more involved in the lessons if you weren't so timid around Lo'ak.

He figured you didn't like him as much as he liked you, which stung a little. However, that did not deter him. No, he was determined to get your love! (Little did he know.)

During one of your lessons with Tsireya and the Sullys, you were discussing how you employed sign language to communicate underwater. Of course, you were as far away from Lo'ak as possible to avoid becoming a blundering fool.

The Sullys certainly understood a few basic phrases, but you thought it would be incredibly beneficial in the long run if they knew it fluently because it could save their lives one day. You never know what sea creature you'll have to converse with!

By the end of the lesson, you were eager to get out of the water and rush home so you wouldn't have to interact with Lo'ak; you couldn't stop stuttering whenever you were near him! Eywa, on the other hand, had other plans for you.

Lo'ak softly tapped on your shoulder before you could depart, and you could already feel the tips of your ears burn from the contact. Lo'ak didn't notice, but that didn't matter because he was plotting something. One that he believed was brilliant.

He smiled at you. God, his smile was lethal. “Can I get more lessons with you? I need to work on my sign language a bit more.”

He scratched the nape of his neck shyly, clearly hoping for you to say yes.

You sighed, unable to say no when it’s him. “Okay, sure. We can do some private lessons aside from the main ones.”

Lo'ak cheered inside his head. What you didn't know was that he was already pretty proficient in sign language, and that his request for additional lessons was only a pretext to spend more time with you. Others called that manipulation, he called it chasing his dreams.

...

It was difficult for you to concentrate on teaching him at first. He was so attentive to everything you said that it made you feel so self-conscious! You'd take notice to the way he looked with his hair down, or how mesmerizing his eyes were every time you tried to teach him new terms. You could lose yourself in them for hours.

Snap out of it!

You'd think he was aware of the influence he had on you, because every time you'd lose concentration from gazing at him, he'd simply smile. Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you swore his cheeks reddened when you stared at him. What was he blushing about? He's the one who makes direct eye contact with you every time you speak!

...

You felt foolish. You were foolish.

After a few days, you realised Lo'ak had duped you into thinking he needed the extra support. In your opinion, his acting skills when feigning to not understand what a phrase meant were atrocious. When you confronted him with the fact that he was already pretty fluent, he sulked.

“I’m still not sure if I’m doing it right, though. Just a few more lessons, pleaase?”

He was going to be the death of you. “You’re already pretty good, but I guess it won’t hurt to help build your confidence more.”

Lo’ak grinned, but you could feel your palms getting sweaty at even the mere thought of having prolonged interactions with him.

...

Here you were, sitting on the beach with Lo’ak as he manipulated you into weeks worth of lessons with his stupidly gorgeous puppy dog eyes. Again.

You improved your interactions with him, this time concealing the effect he had on you. You shook your head, ignoring those wandering thoughts and concentrated on his lesson.

“Okay, show me something you’ve learned.”

Lo’ak beamed, and signed with his hands, “Y/N, I want you.”

Okay, you lied. You certainly did not grasp the capacity to conceal his effect on you. He had this smug look on his face once you registered what he had signed, while you fanned your heated cheeks, claiming it was simply the weather. You concluded he was having difficulty asking for something since 'I want you' sounded a little broken.

Yeah, that’s all there is to it.

You laughed nervously. “You definitely still need to work on your sign language. You didn’t even finish your phrase!”

Lo'ak grumbled. From your perspective , it appeared that he did so because he did not accurately sign what he meant to express. But really, Lo'ak was particularly annoyed because you didn't pick up on his blatant hint.

He recollected himself. “Okay, how about this. How do I say you’re ethereal?”

Compliments. That’s a new one. Nonetheless, you showed him how to sign it.

“You’re ethereal is a little bit hard though, so you’d need a bit of practice with the hand movements for that.”

Lo’ak nodded, very focused on the motions of your fingers.

...

You were disappointed to realise that this was your final private lesson with Lo'ak. You were standing near his marui, too indolent to enter the water. Lo'ak had finally mastered sign language, and you were overjoyed to know you were the reason for it. You requested him to show you some phrases right before you concluded your lesson to ensure he sounded like a true Metkayina.

“Okay. What’s something you’re confident you can say?”

Lo’ak was incredibly anxious. With shaky hands, he signed, “you’re ethereal, and I want you to be mine.”

If Eywa could read your thoughts, you wished she’d take a shovel and beat you six feet beneath the sand. Your cheeks were impossibly dark, and you knew what Lo’ak signed couldn’t have been a mistake. Not with those difficult hand movements.

Curse you for being so stupid. You chastised yourself in your mind for honestly thinking his sign language was broken weeks prior. His skills were perfect, you were just too oblivious to realize that he was saying that he wanted you!

Lo'ak sat there patiently, gazing at your immobilised form. His self-assurance was eroding as you sat there, unresponsive. You coughed sheepishly, your cheeks still blazing, before he could retract his statement.

“You’re ethereal too.”

He felt his entire body heat up. He was not expecting you to sign it back, and now you were both sitting there like startled morons, looking like you had been baking in the heat for hours. You were neither smooth nor subtle in your flirting.

“So you don’t hate me?”

That shook you out of your daze. “What?”

“It’s just that, before these lessons you avoided me all the time. I thought you didn’t like me back.”

Your jaw was on the floor. All shyness disappearing, you practically bellowing across the beach. “Since when? I’ve liked you for weeks!”

“Oh.”

Ensue silence.

Lo'ak had to conceal his visage due to the blush on his cheeks. He could try to hide his face from you, but he couldn't prevent his tail from swishing excitedly. You giggled at his reaction, but the embarrassment of how direct you were hit you a moment later.

You two exchanged glances before laughing at each other's expressions. Lo'ak inched closer to you, intending to plant a soft kiss against your heated cheeks.

You immediately swiveled your head to see what he was doing, and he kissed you on the lips by accident. Lo'ak felt like he was going to burst into flames, not intending to do that.

It was now your turn to bury your face in your palms, your heart practically bursting out of your chest. You couldn't believe what had just transpired!

Ah, young love.

Bonus!

“No. Fucking. Way.”

Jake screamed for his wife to come over. Neytiri ran quickly, abandoning her unfinished basket. Something terrible must’ve happened!

“What’s wrong?”

Jake wiped a tear away, dropping his binoculars. “Our son has finally become a man.”

Neytiri threw her basket at his head.

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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Sharing A Bed With Jake

Tags: Jake Sully x Reader, Oneshot, Sharing a Bed, Sleeping Headcanon, Gn!Reader, Fluff

Warnings: Size Difference Bc Jake is a Buff Man 🙏

Jake Sully is a hot sleeper, and you like to cuddle. Jake constantly wakes up sweating in the middle of the night because you are glued to him.

I made sweating sound poetic

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [06/01/23] ❞

Jake huffed.

He attempted to roll you away from him, but you nestled deeper into his wonderfully warm chest, slinging your arms and legs across the broad expanse of his body. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, unconsciously exploiting him as your personal heating pack, and he grumbled softly at the contact. As you slept, you were drawn to him inexplicably, like a moth to a flame.

It was almost comical how he was much, much bigger than you, yet you rendered him impotent in the midst of eclipse. When he endeavored to push you away, you merely delved deeper into the contours and valley of his body, fitting like a precise jigsaw puzzle. He would've admired the way your bodies were seemingly moulded for one another, if it weren't for the glistening film of perspiration laid on Jake's burning skin.

But alas, each time he failed to close his eyes, you'd stir in your sleep and shift against him, your breath lilting. Small beads of sweat were already gathering on his temples, gradually trickling down; his skin was hot, like clay being fired in a kiln. With your cheek firmly glued to the rough crests of his torso, he had no clue how you didn't wake up frustrated.

Jake raised his eyes to the endless blanket of stars. And soon, the barking of distant nantangs penetrated the night's calm; he cringed at an old memory of them. Jake knew he was doomed to remain awake, and the searing temperature of his skin rising ever so steadily served as an irritating reminder.

...

He was right.

You awoke, yawning and stretching the stiffness out of your limbs. Your rest was excellent, but when you glanced besides you, your partner resembled a wrung-out towel.

An astute observation, you thought.

Jake's piercing glare darted from the canopies to your eyes, his lips pursed in a frown. “Do you have any idea what you put me through last night?”

You feigned contemplating his question before shrugging. This was a frequent occurrence between you two; you'd have the most exquisite slumber of your life, while Jake appeared like a sleep-deprived racoon.

However, not this time. Jake yanked you by the forearm, trapping you beneath his heavy, sweltering body, before you could continue your morning. You slammed your fist against his chest, demanding that he got off of you because, let's be honest. Nobody desired the crushing weight of a ten-foot-tall man smothering them.

Jake was unconcerned. He chuckled slyly as he mirrored your gestures from the night prior, encircling his muscular arms around your smaller frame; his head dipped besides yours so he could rest soundly. You attempted to thrash beneath him, but it was all for naught. You were sweating now as you pleaded for someone to help you from your mate's clutches, only to have your cry fall on deaf ears as it rustled through the unsympathetic bushes.

You never slept glued to him again.

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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hiii, merry christmas!! (if you celebrate) 🫶 i loved ur dating lo’ak hcs and i was wondering if u could write something based on patching him up after a fight like you mentioned in the hcs?

Cuts and Bruises

Tags: Lo’ak x Reader, Oneshot, Fluff, Avatar 2, Female!Reader, After-Action Patch-Up

Warnings: Cuts, Blood, Bruises (Not Too Explicit), Punch Fight, Swearing

Lo’ak got into another punch fight with the boys from the Metkayina clan, so you help tend to him afterwards.

Merry late christmas ♥ tysm for the ask lol I’ve been dying to write more about Lo’ak, he’s so cute ^^ I absolutely love the idea of him constantly getting into trouble and you’re the one who has to force him to take care of himself LMAO

Edit 2: I was going to beat the shit out of my laptop because it decided to shut down when I was in the middle of writing this and I hadn’t saved it. So! 🥰

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [26/12/22] ❞

“Your girl is a freak!”

Lo'ak was furious, trembling from anger. All he could see when those words escaped Aonung's lips was red. Aonung could ridicule him for his appearance and tease his siblings, but you? Now that was pushing it.

Lo'ak struck the boy, and a brawl broke out near the rocks before he realized it. Lo'ak pummeled Aonung in the face with a barrage of punches; tails were being pulled, and blows were being exchanged. It was a bloody spectacle, to say the least. Lo'ak only ceased his heinous attacks when an outraged Neteyam hauled him away from Aonung mid-punch.

Lo'ak spat out the blood that had gathered in his mouth, and wiped his wounded lip with his battered fist. Aonung stood up, stunned, but a smile danced across his lips nonetheless. Neteyam pointed a finger at Aonung and ordered him to back off, then dragged Lo'ak away from the scene by the bicep before he could worsen the situation.

Aonung jeered and slapped his friend on the chest in a fit of laughter. “Pfft. Freaks go together, no wonder they’re dating.”

Lo’ak twisted out of Neteyam’s grip and stalked over to Aonung again. “Don’t talk shit about my girlfriend, you fish lipped dickhead!”

Neteyam sighed deeply as Lo’ak punched Aonung. Again.

...

To say the least, you were gobsmacked. Lo'ak looked dreadful, and seated across from you right now, he appeared more downcast than anything else. He'd just returned from a stern talking to with his father, which had left him looking distraught.

“Are you okay? What happened to you?”

Lo'ak refused to meet your gaze. You delicately took his hands in yours and brushed your thumb across the ridges of his knuckles. You noted how he grimaced at your touch, and frowned when you realized how much his hands were injured. You sat up to search for the first aid kit in his modest home; you know where it is now, as embarrassing as that may be, because you've patched up your boyfriend more times than you can count.

Lo’ak’s voice carried over in the space between the two of you. “I just wanted to protect you. He called you a freak!”

You suppressed a laugh. You, a freak? What did you even do to be insulted so ludicrously? You assumed Aonung had said that to get under Lo’ak’s skin, which he clearly succeeded in, as that word was a soft spot for him. Now he was seated away from you, waiting to be tended to.

He spoke dejectedly. “All my dad thinks of me is that I’m a troublemaking failure.”

Your heart hammered in your chest at his words. “You’re not a failure, Lo’ak. You’re the kindest person I know, and beating the shit out of Aonung to protect my name proves that.”

You nestled in Lo'ak's lap, dabbing a cloth with antiseptic. You cupped his cheek, pressed a tender kiss to his nose, and proceeded to pat the damp cloth on his injured lip. You then moved away from him and did the same to his knuckles, delicately tending to his wounds. Lo'ak grumbled.

“Sorry.” You murmured.

As you continued to treat him, you nibbled on your lower lip, and he sighed. You reached for a roll of bandages. Finally relaxing his muscles, Lo’ak laughed at your focused expression.

He observed your deft fingers. “Do you think I shouldn’t have punched him?”

After unrolling the bandages, you wrapped his hand in them, securing your work carefully. “Only partially.”

Once you were done, Lo’ak raised his fist to examine your workmanship. He praised your first aid skills, and you laughed.

“I wouldn’t be so good at it if I didn’t have to do it so much.”

Lo'ak hummed in response to your statement. “Sorry, I know it must be kind of annoying you have to do this all the time.”

“Don’t be. I love spending time with you.”

He smiled softly at that, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. “Me too.”

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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Look At Me

Tags: Asra x Apprentice!Reader, Oneshot, Fluff, Gn!Reader, Caught Staring

Warnings: Like One Mildly Suggestive Thought

Asra is your mentor who you have had a crush on for a long time. If you can help it, you always steal glances at him. Little did you know, he’s aware of your little habit.

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [22/04/23] ❞

You tidied up the shop as usual, making your way around the modest room you were stationed in, wiping down all the dusty surfaces. After you finished cleaning the main area, you passed through a door to the backroom, where Asra was. You tried not to interrupt him while he was carrying out a tarot reading, so you made your rounds with as little disturbance as possible.

However, you became distinctly cognizant of Asra's presence when, while attempting to wash down a shelf, you recognized the telltale signs of a blush creeping up on the apples of your cheeks. As embarrassing as it was, you've grown an enormous crush on your mentor in recent months.

Asra didn't turn around once when deciphering the reading, which gave you the perfect opportunity to steal glances at him while scrubbing. You thought he was cute, with his fluffy, silvery locks that you desperately wanted to card your fingers through, the way his face scrunched up in concentration, or his otherworldly side profile.

You hadn't paid any attention to the wiping motions of your hands as you absentmindedly pushed a glass jar of herbs off the shelf while admiring him. It collided with the wood floor, shattering the jar. As Asra turned around to locate the source of the crash, you jumped on the spot and grimaced. His gaze flitted from the glass shards to you, an eyebrow arched with amusement.

You politely apologized and encouraged him to continue, then swept up the mess and rushed out of the backroom, humiliated.

...

The bell at the door chimed, heralding the arrival of a customer. You waited for them to finish their browsing, before expertly wrapping up the protective oil they had purchased, and typed numbers into the calculator to determine how much change to give the stranger.

As you were carrying this out, Asra walked over to retrieve something from behind the counter, kneeling down to peer over the items that were on display. Your cheeks heated into an intense burn again the instant he neared you and the customer. You fumbled with their change, and cursed yourself for not being able to pull yourself together in Asra's presence.

Fortunately, he hadn't paid attention to you, so you crouched down to retrieve the fallen money and observed his kneeling form for a brief period; Asra was sorting through various crystals. For just a moment, you pictured what it would be like if he knelt before you like that, those seeking hands worshipping your thighs instead.

The deluge of improper thoughts you envisioned caused you to punch numbers into the calculator a little harder than before, the redness on your cheeks becoming increasingly apparent. You escorted the poor customer away, and Asra gazed upon you, puzzled as to why you were being so clumsy.

...

Asra was sweeping up the main entryway after a long day of work, whistling to himself. As usual, you were situated behind the counter, with an excellent front-row view of Asra. You discreetly observed him as he worked, your gaze veering up the sleeves rolled above his forearms to the open chested shirt he wore.

He'd discarded his scarf to accommodate the weather, and you silently thanked whatever higher power existed for the heat; you were gifted with Asra’s exposed chest. He stopped whistling for a brief moment as he felt your eyes burn into his back; you hurriedly turned your head to the side to avoid meeting his gaze, praying he hadn't spotted you staring at him.

Little did you know, he's become increasingly aware of how frequently you scrutinize him, and he coughed to himself as his own cheeks began to warm at the thought.

...

It's the same routine every time. You're minding your job in the shop when Asra wanders in, and you turn into a bumbling fool. This routine invariably concludes with you sneaking looks at him while you pick up the pieces of your mess. You were arranging grimoires on the shelf as usual, when Asra wandered by to replenish the potions.

As you tried to steal a glimpse at him alongside you, your palm paused in place of the book spine, just barely lingering above the old fabric. Just when you believed you had gone undetected, Asra unexpectedly caught your gaze. You reverted subsequently into a flushed mess as you grasped what had just transpired.

You apologized and resumed your book arranging, hoping he wasn't offended by your behavior. Asra grumbled dissatisfiedly, trapping his palm over where yours lay on the antique book. Asra pressed you against the bookcase, essentially cornering you, and you felt your legs turn to jelly. You had the impression that he was furious with you and that this would be the moment when he finally cracked.

Asra breathed a single huff out of his nose. “I know about your habit.”

Your face fell and you stared at him in dread the instant those words left his lips. Asra's fingertips skittered beneath your chin, the contact shooting sparks over your skin and warming you from the inside.

He tipped your head up. “Look at me.”

And you did.

Asra's demeanor swiftly transformed to one of mirth, and he searched into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. “If you wanted to stare at me all day so bad, all you had to do was ask.”

Your jaw went slack. “I- No! I wasn’t staring- You...” Try and deny it as you might, you knew that was a lie, and the words died in your throat.

Asra's hand, which was resting on the spine of the grimoire, snaked around your waist. He pushed you up against the bookshelf in an effortless and relaxed manner, aligning his lips with yours. After kissing you deeply for a brief period of time, Asra withdrew his supple lips away from yours, gently chuckling, and stepped back towards his potions like that was nothing.

You remained there aghast, your reaction to what he meant by habit delayed. Realization struck you. “Oh my god, you knew I’ve been watching you?!”

Asra merely flashed his dimples at you.

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First Time?

Tags: College!Eren x Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Uni AU, Shotgunning, Very Slight Jean x Reader, Suggestive Elements, But Weirdly Wholesome Ending

Warnings: Weed, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Drunken Behavior (Nothing Non-Con, But Under The Influence)

You have never smoked before. Eren takes it upon himself to give you an unforgettable experience.

Lemme just say. Me and @beesandpollen were screaming the other night about shotgunning our favs, so I bring to u the eren version 💪

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [09/03/23] ❞

Sitting on your bed in your shared dorm, you've been slaving away to your college assignments. The sound of typing resounded in the room, never let up by the urgency to finish; that is, until your roommate walked in.

Sasha made her entrance wearing a yellow, bodycon slip dress and stunning heels. She glowered at your laptop while sweeping her hair over her shoulder, and it fell victim to the bag of chips in her other hand.

"Y/N! Get off your laptop and come to this party with me!"

Sasha at her finest. You were best friends, but you were also polar opposites; Sasha, who loved to party and was the more outgoing of the two of you, and you, who sat at home all day completing schoolwork. It's regular for her to drag you out of the dorm.

You ran your fingers through your hair in resignation. "I can't. Why don't you go with Connie?"

"Because I'm not letting you stay here like a nerd and miss out. Besides, my friend is throwing this party! I'll introduce you."

She finished that sentence with a wink.

You groaned. "I have nothing to wear though." You fanned out your hand to the pile of clothes on your chair, the majority of them being sweatpants and plain t-shirts.

"Not to worry!" Sasha dashed back into her room, which was adjacent to yours, and emerged brandishing the shortest, shiniest black dress she owned like a trophy.

She threw it at you. "Put that on!"

You caught the material and mulled over wearing it in public for a moment. You hesitated, yet Sasha seemed expectant, and you knew you rarely spent time with her outside of the dorm; not like she was in most of the time.

You drew your eyes away from the dress, and to Sasha. "Who'd you say is throwing this party again?"

She grinned. "Jean."

...

You couldn't stop fidgeting with the hem of your dress in the car. Was it too short? Was it a mistake for you to tag along? You hoped you wouldn't embarrass yourself at this party. You saw Sasha's fingers neatly spin the wheel, and then you were parked, alongside numerous other cars before the gate.

Those concerns dissipated the moment you stepped into the frat house. The low-light space was crowded with dancing, sweating bodies, couples making out in corners, and inebriated games being played. As you surveyed the scene, the music blaring made it difficult to hear Sasha clearly.

And then she was gone.

You presumed she had left to greet her other friends, but you felt out of place in this strange environment. Nevertheless, you immediately noticed something to cheer you up. You pushed your way past the throng of dancers to the liquor, and snatched a bottle before finding your way somewhere private.

Which was an extremely difficult endeavour.

Bedrooms? You wished you could wash your eyes out. Bathrooms? Outside, there are long lineups. But all hope was not lost. You located a double door that led out to a balcony and settled down to drink in quiet. The view would have been much better if there hadn't been drunken fighting in your field of sight.

A cough resounded next you after a minute or so of you sipping in solitude. Breaking out of your trance, you raised your eyes to check who the voice belonged to. You rose up as soon as you detected the face in your blurry thoughts, mortified that you had intruded on this man's space.

"Sorry, I'll find somewhere else to drink." You strode back towards the double doors.

"Don't worry about it. Stay."

You became immobilized. You couldn't leave now since it would be impolite, so you pivoted on your heel and sat down again, this time facing the man. You eventually had the opportunity to register his features, and it stole your breath away.

He was stunning. In a gentle, incisive, and handsome way. The angular contours of his jaw and nose stood out against his emerald eyes and dark, fluttering eyelashes; he resembled a striking image on a tanned canvas.

The subtle shape of his muscles were apparent through his clothing, but you couldn't tear your gaze away from his hair, which was pulled back in a bun. He had some stray hairs that fell out, but they framed his face nicely, and his unassuming quirks made him all the more charming.

He chuckled, and your heart stopped. Fuck, he had dimples too.

"I'm Eren."

You quickly remembered your name before making a fool of yourself. It took you a moment to realise who he was. You knew he was Jean's friend because of Sasha, but you'd be a fool if that was the only reason you recognized him. No, he was the devastatingly gorgeous heartbreaker on campus; a fuckboy, if you will. On the way to their classes, several girls on campus marveled over him, and you scoffed to yourself, wondering how someone could be that attractive.

Now you knew.

You raised the bottle to your lips, desperate to slake your nerves. Eren, on the other hand, was pretty mellow. He had a forthright disposition, and a daunting aura around him as he leant back in his chair. The way he handled himself exuded virility, but his voice was warm and melodious. It gave you whiplash.

You two chatted and drank for a time, and as the conversation progressed, you warmed up to him more. You eventually discovered that you both had Sasha as a mutual friend and smiled at the amusing anecdotes you had to share with each other.

You didn't even realize how engrossed in your own story you were until Eren planted a rough hand on your upper thigh. Your words died in your throat, but he kneaded your skin with pampering hands, his mesmerizing gaze coaxing you on. The tension was palpable.

You were almost lured in by the action. Yet, knowing who he is and where you were, he couldn't anticipate you to fall at his feet right away; you understood what he was doing, and he'd play right into your hands.

You rose up from your seat, drunkenly assertive, and slid in between his thighs. He had to crane his head to look at you, and you could swear you saw a blush dust his sun-kissed cheeks; so he can dish it out but not take any back.

You could work with this.

You gravitated towards him, capturing his chin with your deft fingers and relaxed your hand on his thigh instead of your alcoholic beverage. He was almost enraptured as your fingers traveled from his leg to your own, removing his hand from where it was situated. You patted his cheek twice as you laughed at his panicked expression.

"Not with me, pretty boy."

He flashed you a cute, loopy smile, beaming those dimples that made your heart skip a beat. "You think I'm pretty?"

It was in this moment of close proximity you could see his sharp canines, and you trembled. Everything about him was attractive to you.

All too soon, you drew away from him, declaring firmly that you were tired of this party. He could see it all over your face as well.

Eren stood up, and cocked his head toward the doors. "Wanna get out of here?"

You wanted to think his words had a literal meaning behind them, but that mischievous twinkle in his eyes warned you otherwise. Was it a terrible idea to become entangled with Eren? Probably. Do you give a damn? Not at all.

So you concurred. You took his hand in yours and guided him out of the party, resolving to go back to your place; you received some strange looks from certain people, but that should be expected with a man like Eren trailing you. You knew Sasha would crash with her friends, and Eren is too cute to pass up; however, just as you approached the entryway, another individual blocked your path.

Eren waved at him with three fingers raised. "Yo, Jean."

After shaking hands, the man smiled at the familiar face and bumped shoulders with Eren. The guy Sasha intended to introduce you to sized you up, and you shuddered beneath his scrutinizing gaze; he smirked at Eren after, earning him an eyeroll and playful punch to the arm on the way out.

You knew what the wink meant, and you offered Eren a knowing glance. The thought of what awaited you beyond that door enthralled you, and the walk to your car was quiet.

...

Eren climbed into the driver's seat with ease, relaxing with one hand on the wheel. He appeared impatient, wholly immersed in his thoughts.

He looked pretty when he was focused, too. Despite his lackadaisical appearance, he was endearingly cautious on the road.

Throughout the drive, you attempted to break the charged silence by talking about something insignificant, and Eren ultimately became engaged in the conversation.

"So how come we've never met before? You know, since we have mutual friends and all."

You whistled in acknowledgement. "I don't really do parties. I spend more time studying than I do going out."

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his derisive laugh almost embarrassed you. Almost.

"Y/N, you gotta live a little. Do you even smoke?"

Your voice died in your throat.

The way he snapped his head to look at you in bemusement, his thick brows shooting straight to his forehead, was almost comical. "You don't?"

He could have crashed, but he maintained his cool and kept the car steady. You flushed with shame when he laughed, and he pulled over somewhere secluded.

He ran his hand through his dark hair, and looked at you with that killer smile of his again. "Do you want to try it?"

You nodded, but there was one worry gnawing away at you. "What if it burns? I'll definitely cough."

He chuckled. "I can fix that for you."

...

You were all but scandalised when he delved into his pocket and pulled out rolling paper and weed before rolling the joint. It shouldn't have excited you so much, but when his tongue escaped to lick a stripe across the seal, you shifted in your seat. He noticed it as well, but said nothing.

Eren inhaled deeply after flicking his lighter at the end of the joint. You were transfixed as he breathed out the smoke and turned to face you. "Your turn."

He mimicked your earlier motions by holding your chin, but this time dragging his thumb along your lip. You obeyed an unspoken command to open your mouth. You were not prepared for what Eren did next.

He raised the joint to his lips and inhaled again, but this time instead of exhaling, he pressed against you. Your noses brushed up against each other, and one slight movement would have sealed his lush lips against yours. You couldn't bring yourself to move; Eren blew smoke into your mouth, and you inhaled it greedily, much easier than you expected.

You nearly coughed when your focus drifted to Eren. As he watched your mouth consume the smoke, his gaze had darkened significantly, and those charming eyes were now staring at you through his lashes. His eyes were dangerously green, and you had the impression that he could see right through you.

That electrical tension had returned. Eren grew animalistic and crossed the distance between you two the instant you exhaled the smoke against him. He pressed his lips to yours and moved fervently against you, cradling your neck in his hand, skillfully pushing you deeper into the kiss; your own lips parted in surprise, and he took advantage of the moment to sneak his tongue in, subduing you with his mouth. Throughout, you could feel his ravenous desperation, and smoking had only made you feel buoyant.

Eren drew back, biting your lip as he interrupted the kiss and shifted to take another hit. He puffed smoke in your face this time, and he thought it was adorable how your face screwed up in response. But it didn't dissuade you; instead, it enticed you much more. Still holding the joint, Eren turned the other end towards you so you could smoke from his hand and imitate his actions.

You do as instructed, inhaling slowly. It was an odd sensation. Your senses were strangely heightened, a wave of calm washing over you. You would feel much more at ease with Eren if it weren't for his overwhelming influence on you.

You exhaled the smoke into Eren's mouth, closing it with a kiss like he did. You felt proud when he smiled.

He pulled away. "You did good."

The praise did nothing to help your heart.

...

You both felt hazy long after your smoking session was over. Eren was the first to bring up something that you had completely forgotten about.

He laughed dumbly. "You know we can't drive to your place like this, right?"

You chuckled along with him, recognizing he was right. The original reason you got in the car with him was lost, and the revelation that dawned on your features must've hit him as well.

He suddenly appeared apprehensive, not about to do something to you under the influence. "We don't have to-"

You shushed him. "Wanna go get food instead?"

He gave you another of those brilliant smiles. "Sure."

Your midnight escapade could wait another time.

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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hey could i please get a lo'ak x f!reader oneshot where lo'ak goes to see payakan (by himself) and he is just chatting payakans ear off about y/n ans how amazing he thinks she is and payakan was like "confess to her???" or something and he was "nahh i cant do that, she doesnt even like me like that" but payakan wasnt believing him so he asks to see her and lo'ak agrees and when y/n and payakan meet payakan "accidentally" exposes lo'ak about his feels, and lo'ak is super embarrassed trying to deny it but y/n cuts him off saying she likes him too , tyy :>

-🪶♡

Confess Already

Tags: Lo’ak x Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Hella Fluff, Lo’ak Talks Like Aladdin LMAO

Warnings: None

Lo’ak is whipped for you. He’s always chatting Payakan’s ear off about how pretty and amazing you are, and he’s had enough of him not gathering up the courage to confess yet. Payakan is many things; a tulkun, an outcast, but best of all, a wingman.

An AU where Payakan’s not a cockblocker, but a wingman for once LMFAO also im not sure if u meant to be anon or not but like i gave u a hashtag anyways so😜🤝

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [20/02/23] ❞

Lo'ak went swimming alone with Payakan, as he regularly does.

Splashing and playing in the sea was something they did all the time. They'd explore the reef or Lo'ak would cannonball off Payakan's back, but Lo'ak was absorbed by his thoughts today.

Payakan whistled in irritation at his spacing out habit, and Lo'ak swished his legs back and forth in the water lazily. He didn't realize Payakan was talking to him until he submerged his fin.

Lo'ak sputtered under the water as Payakan hoisted him back up, his arms outstretched in bewilderment. He glared at him, and Payakan blinked back with the same force. He whistled again as if to ask, "what's wrong?"

Lo'ak ran a hand through his braids, and sighed wistfully. He shifted his body to face Payakan properly and began to sign with his hands.

"I met a girl."

Lo'ak could tell Payakan was intrigued, but did not know who he meant.

He groaned. "Y/N."

Payakan laughed out loud with a succession of clicks. Lo'ak ignored his response and persisted.

"Eywa, she's beautiful. You have to meet her! Every time I'm around Y/N, she's just so amazing... She’s got these eyes that just... And her smile!"

Lo'ak rolled onto his back and laid on Payakan's fin, returning to his daydreaming about you. Payakan was dissatisfied. Lo'ak could determine from his expression that he was perplexed as to why he hadn't confessed to you yet.

He sat up, frustrated. "I can't do that! She doesn't even like me like that. What if Y/N rejects me?"

Payakan whistled again in disbelief, then asked Lo'ak to meet you to make sure of it.

"I could bring her to our swims, but I doubt she even sees me that way..."

Ah, if only he knew.

...

You agreed to meet Payakan, much to Lo'ak's consternation.

So there you were, caressing Payakan gently while marvelling at how Lo'ak managed to befriend him. That was a story he could tell you another day, but for now he was anxious about what Payakan was up to. Why on Pandora did he want to meet you?

Payakan watched Lo'ak's dopey expression, evidently unimpressed, while you gushed at how incredible the tulkun was. Lo'ak was completely smitten by you, his bright smile reaching the corners of his eyes as he observed you.

Payakan, the filter less tulkun that he was, began clicking at Lo'ak.

To Lo'ak's chagrin, he knew you comprehended what the tulkun's clicks implied, and your countenance transformed from awe to uncertainty.

You drew back from Payakan. "What's up with him?"

He kept laughing at Lo'ak, and you whirled around to see what was so hilarious. You noticed Lo'ak's lingering gaze and realized what was happening. Then, a deep flush enveloped his features, and he averted his eyes from you; his skin was flushed and feverish.

Payakan hummed, mocking Lo'ak about his crush in an inadvertent (but not really) fashion. Although Lo'ak couldn't fully grasp what he was saying, he understood the gist of what Payakan meant, and instantly became mortified.

He turned to you, and desperately tried to deny it. "It's not true, Payakan is just a pathological lia-"

You silenced him with a finger against his lips. "I like you too."

That really shut him up.

Lo'ak felt himself go into cardiac arrest and slowly sank backwards into the water, similarly to a dead fish. You thought his reaction was sweet, but Lo'ak assumed he'd finally learned the way of water; perhaps he'll bury himself beneath the sand, too.

He started sinking.

You shouted in a panic. "Eywa, Lo'ak!"

You hurriedly plunged your head to swim after him and haul him over the surface of the water. You tightened your grasp on his waist, and once he regained consciousness, you began to smirk at him.

You giggled. "Did you serious pass out because I said that?"

Lo'ak tore your hands away from his shivering waist, and shielded his face with a clenched fist. "Shut up!"

You could still see the evident blush dusting his features. What a cutie.

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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Hi again :D for Neytiri, could you write something about her and the reader hunting but the reader gets injured and Neytiri has to patch them up? But while she’s doing that the reader is just gazing at her lovingly and Neytiri is like 🧍🏻and teases the reader out of her own bashfulness and then the reader is like “you’re so pretty” and then they end up confessing their feelings?

Hunting Gone Wrong

Tags: Neytiri x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Gn!Reader, Fluff, After-Action Patch-Up

Warnings: Reader Gets Hurt During Hunt

You go on a hunt with Neytiri, but get injured. As she patches you up, you can’t pass up on the opportunity presented to you to flirt with her. Her shyness is cute, after all.

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE🌚 Forget the whole oneshot, neytiri would throw reader into a ditch after getting shy LMFAOOOO

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [10/01/23] ❞

Neytiri was not happy.

Neytiri had invited you to go hunting with her just moments ago. Naturally you accepted, because you would leap at any opportunity to spend time with her.

When you were both up in the treetops, shrouded by greenery for concealment, you located ample prey and drew your bow and arrow to shoot it. You couldn't maintain your attention on the hexapede while aiming your arrow though. Neytiri's gaze was distracting, as she was peering at you so raptly that you began to shiver.

A terrible strain surged throughout your arm well before you released the arrow. Your arrow punctured the tree trunk behind the hexapede, alerting it to your presence, effectively scaring it away. You clutched your arm in agony, knowing that this was the result of overworking yourself on hunts.

Of course, Neytiri was both bewildered and alarmed because she had no idea you had injured your arm, nor that it had been that way for some time. She would never have brought you out hunting if she knew you were unwell. Why on Pandora did you agree to come if you were hurt?

You couldn't climb out of the tree on your own, so Neytiri rushed over to you and grabbed you in her arms to carefully position you on the back of your Ikran, enabling you two to safely return to Hometree.

Those events had culminated in you sitting peacefully amidst Hometree, having your arm tended to by Neytiri. You told her that it was alright, but she insisted on helping you.

She cautiously lifted your arm and turned it over, beginning to massage the tension out of it. She took a peculiar oily paste you'd never seen before and squeezed a handful of droplets on your forearm, kneading it into your skin to help make the process much more pleasant for you.

Neytiri's gaze did not leave your arm as she concentrated intensely on the motions of her fingertips, striving to relieve the aching in your forearm. While she was engaged with that, you began to stare at her affectionately, ignoring the nagging discomfort in your wrist.

You should have turned away sooner, but you couldn't. Neytiri halted as she felt your eyes sear into her, shyly lifting her head to meet your fixed gaze. Her cheeks immediately flushed as she noticed your attention drawn to her so warmly, but she couldn't figure out why.

Neytiri, who was now painfully shy and bashful, attempted to demonstrate confidence by poking your arm. You winced in pain, and she proceeded to mock you about your stare, a shaky grin on her lips. “Did your arm injury travel to your head?”

You laughed and shook your head, your heart swelling at how beautiful she was when she smiled. Everything about her was perfect, from the way her hair fell gracefully behind her shoulder, or the way her eyes crinkled in amusement, to the way she tossed her head back in mirth.

You couldn’t stop the next words that escaped you. “You’re so pretty.”

If Neytiri was blushing before, she was now completely flushed from her cheeks to her throat. You'd never seen her trip over her own words before; it was completely uncharacteristic of her. You thought it was adorable.

You ignored the pain in your arm as you took Neytiri’s hands in yours. “I always think you’re pretty. I like you so much my heart could burst every time I see you.”

Neytiri withdrew her hands away from yours as she rotated your arm over yet again, this time caressing the inside of your wrist. Neytiri sighed, her thoughts repeating your words. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I wasn’t here today to help you.”

You started smiling now, feeling embarrassed about how silly you were for going out with an injury simply to impress her. You drew Neytiri in for a sweet kiss, which she gladly reciprocated, and it all felt so natural.

Neytiri pulled away from the kiss and laughed. “You’re an awful hunter.”

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You Left Your Diary At My House

Tags: Oneshot, Kaeya x Knight!Reader, Lots Of Flirting

Warnings: Slightly Suggestive (Diary Contents)

Based on the song ‘Wait a Minute!’ by Willow Smith. You’ve lost your precious diary, only to have it returned to you by your one and only crush; Kaeya Alberich. He said he read it by accident, but did he really?

Just so y’all know, I had a dream about this HEHEHAUAH

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [19/04/23] ❞

Picture this; you possessed a diary that you carried with you everywhere, compacted with your deepest, darkest secrets. One of many, encompassed your romantic feelings for your Cavalry Captain, Kaeya Alberich.

Now imagine your distress when you found you'd misplaced your diary on your way to the Knights of Favonius headquarters. You were entirely and utterly distraught.

How could you have lost it? This is really bad, and at the headquarters of all places?!

Because you were colleagues with Kaeya, the headquarters were arguably the most disastrous spot to discover your diary was missing, as you were a knight. Except for one thing; that he's your boss. If he was aware of what you were writing concerned him...

Your job? Gone.

However, there was not much you could do about it right now.

You were stuck in perhaps the most dreary meeting imaginable with the Acting Grand Master, Jean, and an assortment of other knights. You sat there while Jean droned on about security reinforcements and city updates, and when your thoughts drifted to your poor diary, you couldn't help but feel like you were being scrutinized.

You cocked your head to see who it could be, and your heart sank instantaneously.

Kaeya was smirking at you.

You were sweating profusely. You were practically agonising over the time as the clock on the wall painstakingly ticked, hoping that this conference would conclude soon and you would be able to escape Kaeya's inspecting gaze. There's no way he was aware that something was amiss with you.

Unless... he knew about the diary.

He winked at you.

Fuck, he knows.

When Jean closed the meeting and dismissed everyone, you hurriedly stood up and surged to the door to make your way out. Unfortunately, you were too slow. In the corridor, Kaeya seized your bicep and dragged you aside into an empty room.

When you regained your composure, you realised he had cornered you against the wall, one arm besides your head and the other around your waist. It required a strenuous effort for your knees to not buckle from the close proximity of Kaeya’s body; from this vantage point, you were able to pick out the minor nuances about his facial features.

And Barbatos, did he smell phenomenal. It was reminiscent of a warm musk aroma, with a floral undertone. Whatever cologne he's wearing, it was absolutely divine.

You pinched yourself mentally. You shouldn't be thinking about how great he smelled; remembering where you were, you arched an eyebrow at him and pressed yourself harder against the wall in a vain attempt to get away from him.

“Uh, Kaeya. Did you need something...?” You hoped he couldn’t see the blush coloring your cheeks.

He did nothing except give you a once over and smirked at you, before abruptly moving away and reaching behind him. You sported a perplexed frown as he held out your diary in that lazy, complacent attitude he's continually in, and all the colour drained from your face.

He smiled jocularly at you. “You know, I read these pages... you must really love me.”

You attempted to wrestle your diary from his hands right away, but he was sharp enough to raise the book high over your head, beyond your reach. He took pleasure in seeing you flustered.

He tutted at you, clearly teasing you on purpose now. “You’re quite the naughty one, writing all these fantasies about me.”

You blushed profusely, unable to respond. Kaeya stepped closer, his arm now dropped and his words murmured by the shell of your ear.

“Tell me, do you fantasize about me at work, too?” He declared this while smiling inches from from your lips, his nose brushing against yours just barely.

You were deafeningly silent. He got you there, but you'd never confess it.

Even though you were still a sputtering mess, you had the foresight to take your diary and find it within yourself to be at least a little bit upset. “How the hell did you even get it? You shouldn’t invade other people’s privacy!”

Kaeya shrugged, as if he hadn't just blatantly asked you a humiliating question. “You dropped it on my doorstep last night. When you were helping me home from Angel’s Share?”

Your eyes shone with recognition. He was drunk, and you offered to take him home. You were beginning to rue your decision.

The words rolled off his tongue silkily. “I was going to return it to you this morning, but I couldn’t help but accidentally read your innermost thoughts.”

Damn him. You both knew that was bullshit.

Some of the tension in your shoulders poured out in ragged breaths as you tried to relax. “Are you satisfied now?”

You could still feel your cheeks flush with shame as he taunted you.

He pretended to look in thought. “Hmm... No.”

You felt the embrace of dexterous hands finding traction on your waist and velvety lips coming into contact with your own, before you could object or ask what he wanted from you. You melted in his touch, moving your lips against his in a slow rhythm.

It was relaxed, dulcet and completely unanticipated.

Kaeya pulled away from you, flashing you a teasing smile again. “You should really give me a step by step on everything you wrote about me in that little diary of yours. Perhaps I’ll make those fantasies come true.”

You felt your heart soar with delight, and you were utterly frazzled. What was he implying here? Kaeya had never made sense to you. Regardless, you wished Teyvat would devour you whole.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard Kaeya's footsteps clicking away from you, and then he was casually strolling out the door, as if he hadn't just offered you the proposition of a lifetime.

He left your conscience scrambled.

“Wait a minute!”

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