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#Good Boy Eclipse returns!
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mayhemories · 1 year
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Neteyam x readers kids to lovers eventually, before WOTW bc I carnt handle his death
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Eywa, A Sign
Ohhh it kills me, I love this boy. He died for what? Pandora Jesus better resurrects him next time, or I will have words with Mr Cameron. Not sure if I did your request justice, hope I did <3 
Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 
Requested: Yes | No
Warnings: None? Just straight fluff. Reader is an orphan trope/parental death. Mentions of death. 
Words: 1.58k
Author’s Notes: Neteyam is roughly 18/19 here, Reader is 18, Lo’ak and Kiri are 17, and my girl Tuk is still the same. Set before Way of the Water. 
Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!
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Many Na’vi died following Toruk Macto. Either due to the impact of the battlefield violence or, their wounds upon return to their clan. Your parents, two brave Omatikaya warriors, died at the hands of the Sky People during a routine raid on supply shipments. 
Jake and Neytiri were quick to take you under their care, love and protection. Practically becoming one of their own. Being a few months younger than Neteyam and a year older than the twins, Kiri and Lo’ak, you slipped right in.
Jake was never afraid to reprimand you like you were his own, either. Like the time you were twelve, Lo’ak eleven:
“Now what did I tell you two?” Jake had you and Lo’ak lined up against the wall of the clan stronghold, sprung by the Olo’eyktan from the moment you came sneaking back in after curfew. 
“Don’t be in the forest after eclipse-” You and Lo’ak mumbled under your breaths, knowing that Jake wouldn’t let up.
“Yes! That’s right, don’t be in the forest after eclipse!” he said, exasperated, holding his hands above his head, dragging them down across his face. “And where were you two knuckleheads?” His face was annoyed, though his eyes were soft. We were his kids, god forbid anything happened to us. 
“Look dad (y/n) had nothing to do with it, it was all me-” Lo’ak started, but you finished,
“Sir, Lo’ak didn’t want to go, I wanted to go.” You and Lo’ak shared a small smile, he was your brother, through and through. 
Jake shook his head, hands on hips. 
“Go, go, both of you. Wash up.” He was stern, but as you two skxawngs ran past him you saw the gentle smile lay on his lips. 
As you got older you noticed Jake becoming harder and harder on his boys. For whatever reason Lo’ak almost gave up on pleasing Jake, felt like he could never be enough for him, a spec of dust compared to Neteyam’s glittering gold. Maybe that was why, why he was so impulsive and reckless, consistently. Any attention being good attention for Lo’ak. Regardless of his intentions, you liked that about him. He encourages your sense of adventure like a brother should, was always there to catch you when you fall. Neteyam and Lo’ak were different sides of the same coin, both living to please Jake in one way or another. Jake saw himself in Lo’ak and that scared him, you knew that,
But Neteyam…shit, Neteyam. 
You always saw Neteyam differently. As kids, he felt too cool for you to be around. This developed over time as you, yourself developed. As you felt awkward and out of place in your body, tail giving away every thought and feeling, Neteyam got taller, got broader, got sweeter. As an awkward teenager, your little soft spot evolved into a full-blown crush. You kept it under wraps sure, Lo’ak teasing you here and there but he never thought anything serious of it. Shit, you tried not to think anything of it. He was the future Olo’eyktan, he was the future of the clan. 
Now, freshly eighteen you were considered a woman: A relatively fierce Ikran rider, bow made from wood of the tree to replace the Hometree that was lost to the Sky People, a hunter. You surpassed any ritual trail of clan-life easily, save for one. Save for probably the most important one. 
Finding a mate. 
So, here you were, kneeling on the beautiful deep green moss surrounding the base of the Tree of Voices. The tree was glowing purple, fading to a light pink and back again, streaks of white travelled up and down the tendril of the tree, where you’ve made the bond. The hum of the ancestors created a white noise in you mind, helping to create a true vision. Praying to Eywa always gave you a sense of calm, like all anxieties were being blown right through your body, energy settling itself back into the world. 
“My dear All-Mother Eywa, I come to you now for guidance, for advice.” You started, clamping your eyes shut to encourage any kind of vision, so that you may see into the realm beyond that of physical sight. 
Neteyam knew it was wrong, to listen to your private prayers with Eywa. But he did not make a move to leave his advantageous spot, hidden amongst trees and rocks, he could watch you freely. His whole life felt like it revolved around you, and your alluring presence, strong heart, strong mind. 
Neteyam officially became a man the year prior, it was expected of him as the future clan leader to have already chosen a woman. And, in some ways he had. It had always been you, it was always you. Neteyam loved you, and it was never as a sister as Lo’ak has. When you were children you would play family. Neteyam was the dad, you the mum, Kiri and Lo’ak the kids. Neteyam knew from a young age that he didn’t want to play family with anyone else. 
He assumed Neytiri always knew, too. She never pressured him in claiming a mate, or even talking about it. Jake, well he was less switched on when it came to Neteyam’s shy nature. He was always pestering Neteyam about it-
Jake had flown Neteyam and himself to a floating mountain so that him and his first born son could speak freely: “Look, I’m not even saying you have to mate straight away! But at least court someone Neteyam, you’re the future of this clan-” Jake started, but for the first and last time in his life, Neteyam cut his father off.
“I am waiting for (y/n)!” Neteyam yelled, holding the bridge of his nose, anticipating that Jake would come back with a raised voice as he most often did. It did not come. Instead Jake closed the distance between him and his son, wrapping his arms around his beautiful baby boy, who wasn’t a baby anymore. Neteyam loosened, wrapping his still lanky arms around his father. With his chin resting on Neteyam’s head, Jake chuckled:
“Well then, wait for her as long as you need.” 
“I love her.” Neteyam admitted quietly. 
“I know you do, kid.” 
Neteyam shook the memory from his mind, and focused back on your kneeling, praying figure in front of him. 
“My mother Eywa, what am I to do?” You felt exasperated, lost. “I… I am afraid that the one I love does not love me Eywa.” 
Neteyam’s chest tightened, although he always knew it was a possibility that you may not want him, he tried his hardest swaying anyone else’s decision in the matter. The glares he had sent to all the young na’vi during their teen years, and at your own ceremony of womanhood, Neteyam made it clear with growls and possessive hovering that he was waiting for you. Although, maybe he could’ve made it clearer to you. 
“Great Eywa please, please show me a sign that Neteyam and I will be named mates.” you whispered, scared to admit his name in the scenario, aloud. 
Neteyam felt like he could vomit. He slowly approached you, kneeling beside you, as if he were beginning to pray, himself.
You could feel his heat, his being as he sat down, you didn’t need to open your eyes to confirm. Besides that, you could feel all the blood drain from your body and rush back up to your cheeks and ears. Clearing your throat, you decided that this was a good a sign as any. 
“Neteyam” You opened your eyes, his beautiful warm honey ones already locked on your face, “how much of that did you hear?” 
Neteyam hung his head in shame, shaking some of his braids from their resting places, blood rushing to his cheeks. 
“I am so sorry, I know I shouldn’t have listened to your private words spoken with Eywa.” Neteyam spoke softly, like he always did with you. “But I could not help it, especially knowing you have not chosen a mate yet.” Neteyam spoke around a lump in his throat, “I needed to know why.” 
Your mind was rushing a million miles per minute. But fake bravado was something that Lo’ak taught you, and something you could hide behind.
“You know, you haven’t chosen anyone either. My ceremony was last week, yours was last year.” You said, catching his eye again, with a slight smile on your lips. Neteyam laughed. Shit, you loved that sound. You could die happy now, hearing his laugh. 
“I have chosen,” your stomach dropped at his words, though sensing your anxiety Neteyam wove one of his hands with yours, and pinned you to the spot with his warm eyes. “I just had to wait a year for her to choose me too.” 
And all at once it felt like Eywa had breathed life into you, and Neteyam. Like your soul was made of milk and honey and you were going to flow on forever. 
You kissed him, your hands cupped his beautiful face, his slender fingers settling on your waist, nestling between beads and cloth. 
He came out of the kiss laughing, needing air. You let out a laugh too, keeping your foreheads together. 
“I see you.” You whispered, still scared that if you speak too loud this dream will dissipate into the colours of Pandora’s jungle, floating away from you entirely. 
“I have only ever seen you,” Neteyam said, smiling. His silver freckles set alight from the glow of the Tree of Voices. 
Happiness was simple.
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eyrina-avatar · 11 months
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Flashing Neteyam
Neteyam x avatar!reader
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aged up Neteyam and fem reader
warnings: 18+ minors DNI, nsfw, smut , boobs, kissing, swearing, making out, tongue play? p in v, creampie, impreganation, mating
no use of y/n (at least I think. sorry I tried to post this in a rush as this was already super delayed. )
word count: 5,016 words
summary: You and Neteyam both have crushes on each other and so Lo'ak and your friend come up with a plan to get you and Neteyam to finally act on your feelings. You end up flashing him, but what'll happen next?
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You were sitting around the campfire at Hell’s Gate. The sky dark from eclipse, the stars already out and the air full of laughter as you and some of your avatar friends from earth continued on with the game.
You had invited Neteyam and Lo’ak to get a gist of how the humans hang out, which was a lot more fun than just watching norm and max do some experiments, although you often partook in that as well.
In addition to that, you decided to bring them along since they’d often invite you to hangout with them and the other Omaticaya clan members. Just a return of the favor, that’s what good friends do, no?
You didn't mind being friends with Lo'ak but with Neteyam... You wanted to be more than just friends with Neteyam. Your ever growing crush on him was becoming unbearable.
All your you thought about was Neteyam, all day long, when you woke up, when you ate, when you went out and about your day, and when you slept. He was all you thought about, and your friend Britt knew that. She knew about your huge crush on Neteyam and had told Lo’ak.
Lo’ak wasn’t surprised at all, he saw the looks you often gave his older brother and the way Neteyam made you blush and how the two of you could spend hours hanging out and talking about nothing and everything. But lucky for you, Lo’ak also knew of Neteyam’s crush on you and also saw all the looks Neteyam gave you whenever you weren’t paying attention and how he would sometimes get distracted during hunts. And whenever you weren’t around, Neteyam would often just talk about you and “blabber” on and on, as Lo’ak called it.
Your friend Britt had planned with Lo’ak to get you and Neteyam together. Just get him to somehow confess to you or make you do something to clearly grab his attention and force you or him to do something, anything.
Make you lose a bet and flash someone.
That was the stupid plan Lo’ak and your friend had planned. Britt knew that you were only interested in Neteyam, so it wasn’t like you were gonna flash any of the other boys in the group. Lo’ak though, doubted if you were gonna go through and actually do it. But you weren’t a pussy to back out of a dare. You always faced the consequences of a lost bet, and your friend knew that and reassured Lo’ak.
Lo’ak still had second doubts but wanted to see how much of a mighty warrior his older brother was gonna be when the girl he likes stands in front of him with her tits in his face. He wanted to see his highly respected brother become a wuss and not so “mighty” anymore.
So that’s how you ended up in the stupid game you were in now. “Shit” you huffed out as you realized you lost the bet.
“Alright, what the hell do I have to do?” you rolled your eyes, knowing your friends were planning something sneaky with all of their whispers and giggles.
“Flash one of the boys” responded Britt
“I’m sorry what?” You asked and your face scrunched, not knowing if you actually heard what just came out of her mouth.
“You heard me. You lost the bet and you have to flash one of the boys” she snickered.
Neteyam looked around and saw the other boys eyeing you up and down. They were all hoping to be the lucky one who would get an eyeful of tits in their face. It was quite noticeable, it's not like you had small boobs. Your human genes combined with your avatar made you very pretty and your boobs round and perky. Neteyam had noticed it, and so did the other guys. Hell, even the omaticaya men noticed it whenever you went to the clan.
But your tits in one of their faces. No, he didn’t even want to think about it, just the mere thought of it made him jealous.
He started mentally cursing himself for being so slow to ask you out and was was dreading the thought of one of the other guys being a lucky winner.
Neteyam was ripped out of his thoughts with the sounds of shouting and yelling coming from the group.
“C’mon y/n, pick someone and flash your tits. It’s not that hard. It’s not like we’re gonna take pictures and hang them on all the trees of pandora." sighed Britt
"Jesus, just do it woman” someone shouted
“Oh c’mon, pick me, I swear I won’t ask you for anything else” said one guy
“Nahh, just pick me. He’s a perv, he’ll just start asking you for other favors if you flash him.” said another
Neteyam sat quietly and watched intently looking to see who you were gonna choose, secretly hoping you would pick him. Just the thought of you flashing him made him shift uncomfortably in his spot.
“What the hell?!??” you shrieked
Someone had tried to undo your top and it almost fell but you caught it and held your hands up to your breasts just in time to cover before any potential slip could occur.
"Guys, what in the actual fuck. I don't know who did that but I swear to god you're not gonna see any tits tonight" you fumed as you quickly tied your top up in whatever knots you could make
The guys were starting to harass you and you weren’t sure about what the hell you were gonna do.
Lo'ak gave your friend a worried look, he thought you were gonna storm away any minute and the plans would be thrown out the window. Just like that.
"Bruh, don't be a pussy. You joined the game and you lost the bet. You knew what you were getting yourself into. If you quit now, then that'll just be wack as hell!" exclaimed one of the guys.
"I didn't say I was gonna quit! You guys are acting like a bunch of wild dogs who can't control themselves. You can't act shocked if I think you're all just a bunch of pervs" you stormed off from your spot but stopped mid track realizing that there was only one person who wasn't trying to rip your top off that night. Neteyam.
Yea, that sounded good, you smirked to yourself. You had a crush on Neteyam, and found him hot. What a perfect idea you thought to yourself and turned around quickly making your way over to him.
"Get up" you stared at Neteyam and he got up.
"We're leaving?" He gave you a questioning look and was ready to reach to Lo'ak and tell him to get up and go as well.
"No" you stopped his hand.
"Just you. Move back a bit" you pressed your hand onto Neteyam to push him back, making sure your chest was out of view from the rest of the group, your back now facing them.
"Oh shit" whispered Lo'ak as he gave your friend a knowing look and she gave him one back.
"You owe me" she mouthed
Now or never , you thought to yourself as you fiddled with the back part of your top that was tied together with some leaves and branches. You looked at him nervously as the knot was almost completely loose.
Wait, what thought Neteyam. You were gonna undo your top in front of him?
"Wait, wait wait. Are you gonna-"
"Shh" you put your hands to his lips and cut him off as you undid the last knot.
Drop
Your breasts were in clear view of Neteyam's eyes.
His eyes widened as he saw your form uncovered in front of him. He quickly looked away, averting his gaze from your chest and looking everywhere else but there and it made you a bit worried.
"Do you not like it. Do you not like me..." you trailed off, getting nervous and worried about wether he liked you or not. You bent down, getting ready to pick up your top and put it back on.
"wait no, I like it" shit that sounded bad he thought.
You squinted your eyes at him, one hand covering your breasts and the other holding your top. You put your arm down and your boobs were in clear view again.
"I mean not that I like it" crap, that was even worse, he sighed. You quickly covered your chest and put your top on as fast as you could.
"Oh... I um gotta get going then, this is kinda embarrassing" you whispered in a low voice, feeling humiliated as you turned around and got ready to leave but Neteyam's hand grabbed your arm before you could walk away.
"Shit I'm sorry. I meant I didn't mind the you know, the view. I just didn't know what to say without sounding like a creep. Of course I like it." Neteyam turned you around and you were now facing him.
"I'm just sorta speechless" he continued on "I...I like you and this isn't the way I expected to uhh... confess to you. Especially in the state you were just in. I thought we could take things slow before even thinking about going down that sorta hill" his voice now a whisper
"Neteyam" you caressed his cheek with your hand as the other held your top in place.
"I like you too, and I'm grateful as hell that you're here and I didn't have to show anything drastic to anyone else." you let out a chuckle as he smiled into your hand, still averting his gaze from your chest.
"Well, punishment completed" you turned around and let out a relieved sigh.
"See, not so hard" said Britt as she rolled her eyes and nudged Lo'ak in the process.
"Oh shut it" you spit out.
"Anyways, I think it's getting late guys, I'm heading to bed" you yawned
"time to go?" asked Lo'ak
"yup, let's go" you smiled at Neteyam as he made his way to you.
You waved to the rest of the group and headed back to home tree with the Sully brothers.
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"Wow, mighty warrior was nervous as hell, wasn't he?" questioned Lo'ak as he gave Neteyam a playful punch
"Shut the fuck up" Neteyam rolled his eyes and you gave out a small giggle, still holding on to your top.
"Come, let me tie this up for you" offered Neteyam as he turned you around and held the top’s strings in his hands.
"Oh boy... what next? Oops, I dropped my top again, teehee. Did you see that Nete?" mocked Lo'ak in a high pitch voice as he batted his eyelashes at you and Neteyam.
"I sound nothing like that" you sent a glare towards Lo'ak
"Is that all you do, talk crap?" Neteyam hissed at his younger brother
"Damn, chill guys. Take a joke" Lo'ak continued on walking until you guys made it to the clan.
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You were just about to say your goodbyes and head to your hammock when Lo'ak interrupted "Hey, you two, don't be so loud. Maybe go to the river or something"
"WHAT" your jaw dropped in shock
"Alright, that's it" Neteyam ran after Lo'ak, hoping to knock his lights out for the night and give him some good rest. Maybe then Lo'ak would keep his mouth shut.
Lo'ak ran inside his family's tent and Neteyam stopped at the entrance, knowing that his parents would ask him what was going on and he didn't want to share the details on everything that just happened.
Neteyam walked back to you with his head hung low in defeat and you let out a giggle at the sore sight.
"I'm sorry about everything Lo'ak said. That must have been embarrassing. We, I mean us...you and I, don't have to go all the way. I just thought maybe I could take you out on a date first. If you're in any way interested in me" he asked
"Of course I'd love a date" you smiled and held his hand.
"Where at?" you asked
"Anywhere really, I haven't actually planned anything out yet. This was sorta a surprise" he let out with a small chuckle
"Well, I guess I better go off to my hammock" you let go of his hands.
"I could walk you there, if you don't mind. Where exactly is it, again?" Neteyam asked
"Oh, it's passed the other side of Home Tree" you pointed
"Let's go then"
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You walked through the forest, admiring the bioluminescence of all the flora around you. Bright glowing hues of green, blue, and purple surrounding you. Some atokirinas floating around as you held Neteyam's hand and led him to the direction of your hammock.
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Neteyam questioned.
"Yea, it's right by the narrow river. You know, the one with all the small yellow fish. The river being so close makes it easy to get water in the morning" you replied
"You're lost"
“No”
“You so are”
"No I'm not" you huffed and let go of his hand.
"That small river is on the other side of the forest, we're at the wrong river, look." Neteyam pointed.
The river was close but there were no hammocks in sight "Shit, you're right" you admitted "It'll take me all night to find the way back to my hammock." you groaned
"Well, what do you want to do?" he asked.
"Honestly, I'm kinda tired and I feel like we've been walking for almost an hour already. I just want to lay down and get some rest." you scanned the forest floor around you, looking for some soft moss to lay on.
"So I guess we'll just sleep here for the night?" Neteyam asked
"Well, you know the way to your tent. You don't have to stay here with me. It's not your fault I got lost following the wrong river" you chuckled. You secretly hoped that Neteyam would stay with you. You didn't want to stay alone in a forest you weren't a hundred percent familiar with yet.
"Nonsense" he replied. "And leave you hopeless to some hungry palulukan? That wouldn't be very nice of me." he squatted down and patted your head and looked around for some moss.
"Hey, i'm not a baby. I did my rite of passage already and Neytiri is impressed with my hunting skills" you spoke, trying to sound confident but you internally sighed in relief at his words and hurried to fix your makeshift bed.
“Ha, alright mighty huntress” he put his fingers up to quote huntress.
“It’s true!” You insisted as you walked passed him.
“Where are you going?” Neteyam asked.
“To bathe.” You made your way to the river.
“At this hour?” he raised his brow.
“What’s wrong with that?” You asked.
“Err nothing, it’s just kinda late”
“It’s never too late for a bath. Bathing is bathing.” You shrugged. “Are you just gonna stay there and do nothing?” You questioned.
“Alright, wait up” Neteyam huffed out as he ran to catch up with you.
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You laid stomach down on the soft ground in front of the river while passed your hand through the surface of the water and gave it a whirl. The water felt nice, not too hot and not too cold. Just right. You looked around and saw all the pretty plants and began admiring the bioluminescence of the forest. It was all around you and in the water. The Lilly pads were floating with the stems glowing green and the flowers on top having a faint hue of pink.
“Isn’t it so pretty?” you asked, smiling to yourself
“What is” asked Neteyam. He was too busy staring at you the whole time and admiring your beauty. Your hair was loose with only a few small braids on each side of your head and the rest flowing freely.
“The water, the forest, everything” you smiled.
“And you” he let out
“Oh, err thanks” you looked up at him nervously as you tucked your hair behind your ears and looked away. “Hmm, don’t be so shy” He caressed your face and turned it to face him. “Don’t tell me a little compliment like that made you nervous after what you did today.” he flipped you over, your back now on the forest floor and him now hovering above you with his hands by your head on the ground.
“And who says I’m nervous?” you trailed your hand up and down his chest and bit your lip as you tried to contain you emotions, although your flustered state was given away by the faint pigment of purple now staining your cheeks.
“Oh, you’re not?” He whispered close to your ear, his mouth only centimeters away from it and his hot breath making you feel warm in the pit of your stomach.
“No, not one bit.” you pushed him back and got up. You walked a few inches closer to the river and dipped your foot in the water as you continued in. “Come on!” you motioned with your hand for him to join you.
Neteyam followed your lead and walked in little by little. “Won’t our clothes get wet and become uncomfortable to wear? The suns not out right now and it’ll take forever to dry” he stopped before the water could reach his knees and he contemplated going back.
“Hmm you’re right” you turned around and walked back before your clothes got the chance to get wet. You stopped right in front of Neteyam and began untying your top.
“I guess I won’t be needing this right now” you tossed it to the ground and approached him closer. Neteyam was now eyeing your bare breasts. His chest heaved up and down as he tried to control his breathing.
“I, I didn’t mean that...” he stuttered out, once again averting his gaze from the sight of your breasts.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his. “Hmm? Well I don’t mind, do you?” you tilted your head as you looked up at him.
“N-no, not at all.” He gulped as his heart starting racing. It was beating so hard he thought you would notice.
“Don’t be shy, mighty warrior” you smirked as you inched your face closer to his. “I know you want this.” You held his face and made eye contact with him. Neteyam looked you up and down “Are you sure?” he asked, eyeing your lips as he spoke. He moved his hands to your waist and held on with a firm grip as he waited for a response.
“Yes.”
That’s all he needed to hear as he crashed his lips onto yours. You let out a small shriek at the unexpected kiss but welcomed it as you moved your mouth in sync with his.
“Mmm,” you moaned
“You taste so sweet, syulang” he groaned as you tugged on his hair a bit. You rubbed your hands all over his chest and shoulders as he touched all over your back, waist and arms while trying to savor your cute little mouth. The kiss grew desperate as the both of you were getting more and more rough with each other. Neteyam continued on with the kiss, not stopping for a breath of air.
You tried to pull away but he held you by the back of your neck and pushed his tongue passed your lips. You let him in and your tongues danced with each other’s while your hands searched for his. He whirled his tongue against yours, causing you to moan aloud. The kiss was growing intense but you were running out of air.
You moved back and parted your lips with a ‘pop’ sound.
“Neteyam” you breathed out while bringing his hands up to your chest as your skin craved more of his touch.
"What is it, love?" he hummed out as you now had his hands on your breasts.
"Babe, do something"
"But we are?" he gave you a confused look
"You know what I mean…” you gave his hands a small tug “Go ahead.”
Neteyam lowered his head onto your neck and slowly kissed it, leaving a small trail of purple spots until his lips reached your chest. He looked up for permission before you gave him a reassuring nod. He pressed a firm kiss on your breast before giving your nipple a quick lick. He held your other breast with his hand and gave it a firm squeeze and massaged it as he continued on with your other one.
“Oh Nete…” you sighed as your loincloth grew wet and your rubbed your legs together for more friction. You held onto Neteyam as the your insides started to tingle and the heat between your legs started to grow.
“Mmm” he moved on to your other breast and put your nipple in his mouth. He began to suck as if he were a starved man who waited eagerly for his meal.
“I always wanted to have one of these in my mouth” he let out in between the love he was making to your breasts.
“And now I get to have them right here.” He stopped his actions. “Just for me to see, and always only for me” He gave them a small pinch and went back to trailing his tongue all over them.
“Of course only for you baby” you hummed and played with his hair as he looked you in the eye while he toyed your breasts and did whatever service he could do to them.
He licked and sucked until your nipples grew sensitive to touch and you slightly pushed him away.
“Babe, you’re not gonna get milk out of them” You let out a small giggle.
“I will after I pump you full of my seed.” He stood up to his full height and lifted you up.
You let out a yelp as he swung you on his shoulders and walked out to the dry ground. He carried you along the edge until you both trailed the sides of a deeper end of the river.
He sat you down on the moss and began trailing his hand up and down your thigh as he kissed his way up your legs. The higher up your leg he got, the slower and wetter the kisses were.
He continued on until he reached the spot between your legs. He tugged on your loincloth and looked up at you. “May I?” He asked
You simply nodded.
“Use your words, sevin.” he held your chin up.
“Yesss” you managed out.
"That's better" Neteyam slightly lifted up your hips, just enough to get your loincloth past down past your waist.
You were quick to help him untie the knot holding it together but he pushed your hands away. "Let me take care of you" he gave you a quick peck on your lips before moving back down to work on you.
He undid the knot and continued sliding your loincloth down. Neteyam pushed it to the side and crawled in between your legs and faced your lips again. He gave you a strong kiss as his hand slid down your stomach and down to your womanhood. He rubbed a finger on your nub and you let out a moan.
"Oh god!" you squirmed under him and attempted to close your legs.
"No you don't" he pushed your legs open. "You wanted this, now deal with it." He quickened the pace of his fingers on your clit as his lips attacked your neck.
You held onto him as the friction was making the knot inside of you grow. Neteyam continued rubbing your clit as hard and as fast as he could, making sure to press on your nub to give you more stimulation.
"ah, ha, ha..." you lifted your leg up and arched your back as your orgasm was approaching.
"Neteyam please!" you let out breathlessly.
"what, love? Feels good" he let out in between kisses as his fingers continued their attack on you.
"Mhm!" you moaned into his mouth. "But, more! I wan't more!"
"What is it that you want?" Neteyam teased as his fingers continued on. He knew you were getting close to your high and was enjoying having you melt under his touch, literally.
"Nghh, I *gasp* want *gasp* YOU!" You bucked your hips up and your legs shook as your orgasm washed over you. You fell back to the ground , chest heaving up and down trying to catch your breath.
"How was that, good?" Neteyam gave you a smirk.
You simply nodded.
"Good. I hope you're not tired out already. I'm gonna fuck you so good, I'll have you coming like there's no tomorrow." Neteyam started untying his loincloth and threw it to the side.
"Ready babe?" he aligned himself with your entrance and rubbed against you up and down.
"Yess" you moaned out as your tail swished back and forth and he let out a chuckle.
"Oh, excited aren't we" he gave your sensitive clit a quick slap before sliding inside of you.
"Oh FUCK" you let out.
"My god, you're so tight" he let out a groan as his ears flicked at the sensation. He stood still for a few seconds before deciding to move again.
"You ready?" he tilted his head, waiting for approval.
"Mhm" You quickly replied, starting to get impatient.
He started thrusting in and out, stretching your tight pussy as your hands traced his chest.
"Mmm. This tight pussy of yours feels so good ma syulang" He moaned out as he quickened his pace. You grabbed his face and kissed him hard. He slid his tongue into your mouth and french kissed you.
He took his tongue and stuck it out. "Suck" he commanded. You obeyed and sucked his tongue and moaned around him. You tilted your head as you sucked him as much as you could.
Neteyam quickened up his pace and your jaw dropped in pleasure. "Oh, fuck baby! You feel so good!" you moaned out.
"Shit!" he moaned out. "How much are you enjoying this?" he smirked.
You only moaned in response. "Fucking answer me!" he grabbed your face and you looked at him. Your face scrunched in pleasure with each thrust inside of you. "I feel...You, you make make me feel so goood. I want moreeee" you whined out. You closed your eyes and he kissed you again as his dick hit the inside of your walls even harder.
He lifted your legs up and bent them all the way to your chest. Neteyam hit all of your right spots in this new angle and you couldn't help but clench around him at the feeling.
"Fuck, you're gonna me cum, love." He breathed out as beads of sweat fell from his forehead and his eyebrows scrunched tightly.
He continued thrusting inside of you as fast as he could, his balls now slapping against your pussy. He inched his face closer to yours and stuck his tongue out again.
You stuck yours out and swiped it against his. You played with his tongue and continue passing yours against his as you both gave each other's quick licks.
"You love this cock, don't you?" Neteyam continued his thrusting.
"yes" you breathed out.
"How much?"
"A lot!" you managed out between thrusts.
"How much? Sorry, couldn't hear the first time" he teased. Neteyam stopped thrusting. "How much?" he tilted his head
"So much! I love your cock so fucking much! PLEASE, you fuck me so well!" you whined out
THRUST
"So *THRUST* fucking *THRUST* well?" He groaned out
"YES! I'm gonna cum." You cried out
"Then cum" Neteyam pounded into you as he chased his high. The both of your thrusted your hips against each other's as your orgasms approached you.
"FUCK" He groaned.
"I'm close!" You yelled out as Neteyam's cock repeatedly hit your cervix in a pace that was making the knot inside of you about to explode.
"ah, ha, ha. on the count of three okay? one, two, three UNGHHH" Neteyam groaned out as you both released at the same time.
"Oh shi- shit!" You moaned out as your head fell back, your jaw dropped open, and your legs shook violently. Your juices surrounded his cock as he filled your insides with his seed. Neteyam stood still as his cock continued to flood you with his cum until it eventually leaked out of your sorry little hole.
"Ha, what a view" He looked down at you and slid himself out, causing you to whimper. He held his fingers to your pussy and trapped his cum in. "All of it inside of you, and not a drop to be wasted."
He kissed your cheek and held his cum stained fingers to your lips. You opened up and gave his fingers a quick lick. You grabbed his hand and stuck his fingers in your mouth and sucked on them. "Mmm" you moaned out and took his fingers out with a 'pop' sound.
Neteyam chuckled and gave you a peck on your cheek. "Such a good girl." he laid down besides you and placed his arm under your neck as you laid on it. "All mine" He caressed your arms in a gently manner, as opposed to the rough actions you two just did.
"All yours" you reassured as you kissed him softly and caressed his face.
"Especially with this in you now" he pointed to your stomach and gave it a rub.
"Mini us?" you whispered as you looked him in the eye.
"Yup" He patted your head and sat up. He stood still for a bit thinking before he reached behind him and held his kuru bringing it up to your view.
"Do you...?" He gave you a questioning look.
You brought yours up next to his and caressed his face. "Yes, a thousand times yes. I thought you'd never ask."
Neteyam inched his hand closer to yours and you both made tsaheylu with each other, tendrils intertwined with each other and a wave of emotions and feelings washed over the both of you.
"We are now mated..." Neteyam let out
"For life" you followed
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You woke to the warm sun kissing your skin and the sound of the river running next to you. You got up from Neteyam's grip on your waist and massaged your sore legs.
"Babe, get up" you shook Neteyam awake.
"Huh, I'm up, I'm awake." he groggily answered.
"It's time to go back to the village!" you huffed out
"Alright, alright!" He got up and made his way with you back to the clan.
You were quiet and tried not to make a scene as your legs were wobbly from all the exercise of the night before. You and Neteyam got closer to his tent and he motioned for you to quickly go in.
You were about to enter in until you were interrupted by a familiar voice.
“So, you guys DID decide to head to the river and have your little fun there” Lo’ak snickered.
"Shit" you and Neteyam let out at the same time.
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yawneneteyam · 1 year
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・゜゜・.mawey, oeyä yawne — ( neteyam )
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summary: neteyam returns from his duties and is shocked to find out his young daughter has found her 'mate' [1.2k]
pairings: dad!neteyam x fem!omaticaya!reader
notes: "sorry im obsessed w the idea of baby daddy neteyam😭😭‼️what if,,, he meets his 9 yo daughter's first boyfriend" was the request. translations are at the end of the piece.
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Ni'awtu was Neteyam's atan. His littlest love that Eywa had blessed him with. She was perfect and from the moment she was born, she filled Neteyam's heart with more love than he could have ever imagined.
Giving birth to Ni'awtu only made Neteyam fall more and more in love with you. You were strong, a warrior. Neteyam made tsaheylu with you during your labour period, he could only imagine the pain you were in through the small slither he was able to save you from. You were enchanting, his mate, mother of his child.
It seemed that time slipped away quicker than Neteyam ever thought possible. Ni'awtu was eight, she could no longer fit in the palm of his hand. She was strong and mighty, she would make an excellent Olo'ektan when the time was right, but she was still his baby.
"Oeyä txe’lan you need to stop running through the tent with mud!" You shouted, "Your father will not be happy". Ni'awtu ran through your home, filling the canopy with laughter and light, another pair of little feet padding along after her.
Ateyo had become Ni'awtu's closest friend over their years of knowing each other. He was a good boy, clever and funny. You enjoyed seeing the bond that they shared with each other so young. You often found yourself laughing alongside Ateyo's parents at the thought of them growing up together.
Neteyam had only been able to meet Ateyo a handful of times, his duties as Olo'ektan kept him busy. When he found time for his family, it was peaceful and quaint- just the three of you. It wasn't that Neteyam disliked Ateyo, Neteyam disliked any boys who went near his Ni'awtu. She was his baby, too young to belong to another man. 'You are a warrior, oeyä tsawke. No boy will ever change that, so do not let them' he would tell her.
Ni'awtu and Ateyo quickly stumbled over small apologies before running back outside of the tent, their laughter was contagious. You couldn't help yourself but smile.
Eclipse was coming soon, you knew that Neteyam would be home to help you cook dinner for your small family. You tried your best to brush the mud outside that sat on your floor. Neteyam pulled back the curtain of your home, letting himself back into his safe space, ready to finish his day with his two favourite people.
"Mmh," Neteyam snaked his arms around your waist, holding you close to his chest. You felt his heart beat against your back. His tail playfully wrapped itself around your leg. "I missed you, yawne" He almost purred in your ear, his chest softly vibrating at the comfort you radiated.
"I missed you too," You turned your head to the side, so Neteyam could kiss your cheek. "You will need to go roundup the children for dinner, I will start cooking soon,"
"Children?" You felt Neteyam's tail loosen its grip in confusion.
"Yes," You chuckled, "Children, we have Ateyo joining us for dinner tonight,"
You felt Neteyam tense in your embrace. "Ateyo? As in Ateyo te Nafyu Ratsay'itan"
"Don't go all serious on me and use his full name, you know who he is, 'Teyam" You rolled your eyes, lightly pulling yourself from his embrace.
"She is too young to be hanging around boys," Neteyam followed you with fire in his step. "Boys are bad influences at this age," He argued, "I should know,"
"You weren't" You turned around to face him with a pointed look.
"Yes but-" He huffed, trying to find the words, "Argh!" He hissed, turning away quickly. "I don't like him, yawne" Neteyam shook his head.
"He's a child, Neteyam!" You tried to find it in yourself to not laugh, but you couldn't help it. "Ni'awtu is allowed to have friends,"
"She has many friends! So why does she need him?" He began to raise his voice in panic. You chuckled at his reaction.
"You are threatened by a child," You rested a hand on his chest, feeling it puffing underneath your touch, "Don't be a baby,"
"I am not a baby," He turned away quickly, a scowl on his face. You heard Neteyam mumble, "I am a mighty warrior".
"Yes, yes you are" You reminded him, "So start acting like one,"
"Daddy!" Ni'awtu's voice broke Neteyam out of his anger, for she was the cure for all impurities in his world.
"Syulang," He crouched down, engulfing her in his warm embrace, "I missed you,"
"I missed you too," Ni'awtu smiled, you watched as Neteyam held her closely. Your eyes shifting to the shy boy slowly trailing behind Ni'awtu.
"Ateyo, how are you?" You smiled at the young boy, reminding Neteyam that you were in the presence of guests. Ateyo looked down, bringing his hand from his forehead downwards.
"Oel ngati kameie," He said softly. You looked to Neteyam with a wide grin on your face, "Thank you for welcoming me into your home for the night Tsahik and Olo'eyktan"
"You are welcome whenever," You told him with a smile. You watched Neteyam's hard exterior soften at the respect he was shown by the young boy. Neteyam was raised to treat people the best that he could, a small part of him saw his younger self in that moment. Maybe he could grow to tolerate Ateyo.
"Mama, today Ateyo asked to be my mate!" Ni'awtu beamed.
"WHAT?!"
..Or maybe he wouldn't.
"What do you mean he is your mate?" Neteyam pulled Ni'awtu away from Ateyo. "You are too young to even think about things like that, do you understand?" He lectured her.
"Ateyo, you do know that Ni'awtu is not your mate right?" You crouched down to his level, bringing his hand into yours. "You both are babies, you are not ready- or old enough to even be talking about that,"
"Well, my Mother said that your mate is someone you like spending all your time with," Ateyo sheepishly looked from you to your husband, nervous by the Olo'eyktan's reaction. You let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Relief filled your chest at the little ones misinterpretation, "And I enjoy spending my time with Ni'awtu, if that is okay with you,"
"No!" Neteyam, hid Ni'awtu behind his legs, " No, it is not-"
"Mawey, oeyä yawne," You glared at Neteyam. "Ateyo, let me tell you something" You looked back at the child with a soft gaze, "A mate is a lot more than someone you enjoy spending time with," You smiled softly, "You will learn that one day, but you and Ni'awtu are not mates," Ateyo began to nod slowly, "But for now, you are great friends- that is what you are and that is what matters,"
"Okay," He smiled softly, shuffling his feet "I am sorry to have made you both upset,"
You let out a breathy laugh from your nose, "You have not upset us, Ateyo. You just didn't know what it meant to be mates, it was a mistake, but you have not upset us," You tried your best to reassure the younger boy, a warm smile on your face.
"Then why does daddy have those big lines on his forehead?" Ni'awtu held her dad's hand, looking up at him confused.
"He's getting old," You whispered with a smirk.
"Excuse me," Neteyam interjected, "I am leader of this clan," He picked Ni'awtu up and threw her over his shoulder, "And I will have respect!" He began to tickle her. Ni'awtu's laughter filled the tent once again, Ateyo's too.
Over the years, the two of them laughing together in your home would become a familiar sound- much to Neteyam's dismay.
© 2023 yawneneteyam
translations (atan / light) (oeyä txe’lan / my heart) (oeyä tsawke / my sunshine) (yawne / beloved) (syulang / flower) (oel ngati kameie / i see you) (mawey, oeyä yawne / calm, my beloved)
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matchingbatbites · 20 days
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I wrote another one. Thought up this idea and couldn't put it down. For @steddiemicrofic March prompt 'pin'.
388 words | Explicit | CW: physical restraint, use of "make me take it" for those who aren't a fan of that
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“So what are those about?”
“What’s what about?” Eddie asks in return from where he’s hunched over, digging through his dresser, trying to find a specific shirt that Steve is 80% sure is in the dirty laundry. They’re supposed to be going to see some new movie, but Steve doesn’t mind stalling if it means he gets to see Eddie shirtless a bit longer.
“The handprints. You’ve told me about your other tattoos, but not about those.”
Steve’s noticed them before, of course he has. The two handprints on Eddie’s back are stark against his pale skin, like someone’s dipped their hands in black ink and pressed them to his shoulder blades. 
They’re enticing. Steve has fantasized about lining his own hands up with them, of using them as a guide to hold Eddie against the wall or pin him down to the bed. Thoughts that have only increased as they’ve continued to dance around each other, neither willing to make the first move.
Eddie stands up straight and turns to look at Steve with a sharp grin. “Those? They’re so pretty boys know where to hold me down while they fuck me.”
Jesus Christ.
Every filthy thought Steve’s ever had about those marks flashes through his mind, and he’s paralyzed with desire as Eddie stalks over to where he’s sitting on the bed. The tension that’s been building between them is increasing rapidly, the atmosphere stifling as Eddie reaches down to take one of Steve’s hands in his own.
“Your hands are pretty big, Stevie. Wanna see if they match up to mine?”
They don’t match up, but only because Steve’s hands are bigger than the inked ones.
He eclipses them completely as he pushes down on them, pinning Eddie to the mattress as he fucks into him from behind. It’s better than anything he dreamed of, especially with Eddie’s eager babble and the sinful arch of his back.
“Fuuuck yes, that’s it. Make me take it, Stevie, so fucking good.”
Steve groans at the encouragement and snaps his hips harder, digs his fingers into Eddie’s skin and thinks about leaving bruises, leaving his own mark on the man. He wants Eddie to feel the ache later, a reminder of just how good Steve is at holding him down. 
And hopefully, he’ll want to experience it again.
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fleursbending · 1 year
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𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | Jake Sully
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : as your dad navigates his grief, you're there to remind him just of one thing. that you won't be leaving him as well.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : dad!jake sully x neteyams twin sister!reader
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : the very highly anticipated sully!daughter fic is finally here to cure all your daddy issues. it is imperative you read pt 1 because none of this is going to make any sense! hope u have some tissues cause this is a tough one! i also suggest you listen to this on repeat while reading, it just encapsulates perfectly the aura surrounding this story.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : atwow spoilers, talks of death and grief, sm hurt/comfort, dialogue-heavy, missing neteyam hours, dad!jake is in deep pain.
𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 : skimwing - pandoran creature inhabiting the tropical oceans, ‘ite - daughter, sempul - father, ngaytxoa - sorry, my apologies (acknowledgment of guilt and regret), olo'eyktan - clan leader, sa'nok - mother, mawey - calm, 'eveng - child, yawntutsyìp - darling / little loved one, tsmukan - brother, rey’eng - the balance of life.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.2k words (are we surprised) ?!
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @pandorainmymind @eywas-heir @spicycloudsalad @missdreamofendless @prty-poisxn @scarlettwitch-4 @23victoria @avidreader3107 @purplehyacinthss @itssiaaax @neteyamoa @tsireyasgf @nijirozzz @useryourbut @yua-himari @sweetheartlizzie07 @grierpilots @reneehillary69 @fruitsalad1 @forasgaard @iwaslikeblah @dumb-fawkin-bitch @theicemav @narutoboi
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𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 this past few weeks. It greeted you in disguise, leaching at every hope that remained after your brother had taken his last breath. Slowly, but surely - its efforts won in the end. 
After the battle had come to a finish, time stilled once you returned back to the rock. And it escaped you entirely when you returned Neteyam back to Eywa. 
To Y/n, it did not matter that the Metkayina had accepted her family as one of the people. Is this what it had to take? Her brother being ruthlessly killed by the sky demons to really prove their worth? If anything, it made her feel deeply ashamed - scorned.
Everything around Awa'atlu was a reminder of where he coexisted amongst you. The laughter you shared, the games you'd play with Tuk. The teasing and riding your Ilu's together. It played like an old record, jammed in the forefront of your mind. 
That was why you couldn't fall back asleep, tonight the onslaught of harsh memories had demanded your attention. Taunting you, egging you on - what you have lost. What won't remain. 
A frustrated huff fell from you in the silent darkness of your mauri. In the midst of your cuddle pile that your family rested in nightly, there was a gaping space left untouched. The one right beside you. 
It was where he would reside once turning in for the night. These sleeping arrangements were still something you struggled to grow accustomed to. Even if fatigued gnawed at your eyelids, your heart refused to let you rest.
 A faint yet distinct figure pushes themselves up from the pile then, Y/n squints her eyes as they start to make their way out of the mauri. They widen in recognition, it was her father. Where was he heading out to this late into the eclipse? 
Ever so slightly she wriggles and attempts to maneuver out of Lo'ak's hold, the poor boy hadn't been able to disconnect from your side since the unfortunate day. Y/n knows he felt immense guilt for his actions that weren't even his fault. 
But that was something else to worry about for another day.
As you mimic your dad's movements from moments ago, your head turns to look back at your family. Okay, good. None of them had awoken from their deep slumbers.
Whisking around, Y/n peeps out of their mauri. Heart thudding, but oh - there he is. 
Jake had seated himself at a spot on top of the boat that had been gifted to your family after your father had been able to successfully ride a Skimwing. The same spot Kiri sat when she and their father shared a conversation, you had only witnessed the end of it. Unfortunately, you and Neteyam had to cut it short after dragging Ao'nung to them and demanding the idiotic boy, confess to his dumb shenanigans. 
That was the day when you thought you were going to lose Lo'ak. 
It's crazy how little you knew of back then.
Her heart felt so brittle, knowing it was also the spot that had become her and Neteyam's. After seeing it being used that day, it was where you two would go to have quiet intimate conversations. From your worries as the elder kids, or to any fun things that have occurred that day. The both of you had claimed it, but now it had been abandoned. 
Y/n hadn't stepped foot close to its vicinity ever since….everything.
Taking a deep sigh to calm herself, she tiptoed over to Jake.
Nevertheless, Jake alert as ever immediately whipped around. Eyes holding something akin to being on the defense.
Raising your hands up in alarm, you whisper to him, "Dad, hey! It's just me, it's just me."
His mouth gapes as he slumped back down. His shoulders promptly drained away the sudden tension that had built up from the shock. 
"Ah, 'ite. Sorry, you scared me. He spoke, but his voice sounded worlds away. 
You peer down at him, he wasn't usually one to be scared. 
"It is okay, sempul. I should have announced my presence. I'm the one who should be sorry."
He rasped out, "Stop apologising, you do not need to apologise!"
Her ears flatten then, folding themselves back. Y/n's tail lowly swishes in anxiousness at his rash tone. 
"Sempul-" You said in a small panicky voice.
He hushed you, making you sit down by him. Jake brought you into his arms, holding onto you as tight as he could without harming you. 
"I'm so sorry, sweet girl. I shouldn't have yelled at you." He continued to express his regrets quietly as he rocked you in his arms, chin pressed to the top of your head.
The luminescent ocean ceased its aggravated waves then as if to give you a tender moment of peace. 
Jake chokes on his next words, and it makes you straighten up in an instant. There's a resounding affliction that lingers in the words that flow out of him like he'd been slammed back to earth. 
"Losing a twin is far worse in comparison to losing your legs."
The cries saddle him then, and it pierces through your core. He's trembling a worrisome amount, cowering away from your imploring gaze. 
You've never heard your father cry before. Not like this.
"Ngaytxoa, sempul." 
It was something you'd only say in dire moments to drive the point home whenever you screwed up really badly. An admission of guilt, something that holds more weight than the sorry's you've been speaking back and forth to each other since the beginning of this encounter.
Jake knew this, far too well actually. It made him tense up.
You know the tales, the struggles he had to overcome when he was disabled. How much he loathed himself and the life earth had carved out and boxed him in. His brother's death was his calling to try to do something greater with his life. 
Then he became a dream walker, a body that gave him far more solitude than he ever imagined. Jake never wanted to return to his human form due to how in tune he felt with his na'vi body.
The sentence he had just uttered made you frankly realise how burdening his grief must be for him.
His firstborn son, his hopes and dreams. His entire life. Neteyam was his boy. Jake's mighty fisherman, Jake's mighty warrior, Jake's solitude.
 It all came at you in full force then. 
The devastated man before you didn't even care about how worthless all the training for Neteyam becoming the future Olo'ekytan came to be. He came to terms with that once he made the tough decision for his family to leave everything they have ever known. 
It paled in comparison to the remorse he felt for what he could have experienced with his son instead. That was something that bothered Jake to the bone. The fact that he would never be able to make up for the lost time with Neteyam. 
He'd never be able to share a new moment with him again. 
The duration of his fatherhood began with Neteyam, and a part of it sunk alongside his child when the sea anemone passed him on to the great mother.
Now you were all that remained of him, and Jake had never felt such immeasurable unsettled shame. His one duty as a father is to protect his children. To guide you through life, to aid you in whatever way was possible for him. Even with the tiny wiggle room you'd given him to do so, he tried his best. 
For the first time with you though - his best was not enough. 
Jake failed your family, and in doing so, he failed you. 
His firstborn daughter, his pride and joy. His softness. You were his unbreaking glue, the one who kept him together. He couldn't utilise that this time, Jake did not deserve that. 
Although he was a fool to think so cruelly because you were just like him. 
He too was what remained of a bond so unwavering and mighty. A remnant of what could have been, what has been lost - and what is forced to stay.
While you never witnessed firsthand him experiencing that, he relived it through you and Neteyam. He admired you two graciously, seeing you both flourish amongst one another. How an attachment so noticeable and persistent, only grew in tandem over the years.
Wherever Neteyam and Y/n would be, they swiftly knew they were in the same proximity to each other. Y/n never had to look, she just knew it was him. Jake knows this because he nurtured you, taught you the ways of the people like Neytiri had done for him all those years ago. 
Two peas in a pod, an impenetrable force. Each other's shadow, each other's light. 
You both would always weave each other out of the darkness that bloomed in your minds every now and then. Conveying the importance of what life has to offer. 
Forced to mature at a quicker pace than most kids your age, because the world you lived in demands it. Forced to learn the ways of war when your tiny hands could barely even wrap around a trigger of a gun. 
He wasn't easy on you two.
Now more than ever, he wished he had been.
"Oh, dad." You mumbled, tears beginning to well up in your own eyes as you tug him back into another embrace. 
There in his baby daughter's arms, he finally lets it all out. Somber wails ebb into your shoulder as you squeeze him, giving Jake some much-needed security. There, he allows himself to wallow in his grief, letting it finally catch up on him.
At the end of the day, he was a father who had lost one of his greatest accomplishments.
And you were his kid who lost two pillars in her life. Your home, and your twin. It was haunting you every waking moment, the thoughts of what you should be experiencing. What he should be doing. 
It felt like the world was ridding Jake of all he has to live for, a repetition so caving and tumultuous. 
"Now your kid has to really follow in your footsteps," is the dread that drills in his mind. 
You didn't deserve this, once again he felt and harbored the most guilt. It was like he was watching Home Tree fall right before his eyes all over again. 
It was all his fault, and without exception - always will be.
As if Y/n read his mind, and picked apart all that he currently is. The inner turmoils he had been forced to with had come to an all-time peak.
She soothed, "It's not your fault."
He sighs in return, "Y/n."
You shake your head, that same determination from when you were both trapped in the sinking ship flickering in your eyes. 
"It is not your fault." You annunciate each word, each syllable.
You survey him, letting out a low scoff at his avoidant eyes. 
"We cannot do this to ourselves. It cannot be mine, Lo'ak's, or your burden to keep. If we head in that direction, we'll meet that demon ship on the ocean floor." 
Some of those words sink in with her as well, she knows she can't keep living like this.
Y/n realises that her words aren't resonating with Jake. The man before her was a shell of her father that could usually endure anything that came his way.
Jake was distraught, frantic for answers - why him? Why his family? Why Neteyam?
You survey your surroundings then, trying to see if you can knock him out of the reverie that has taken him by storm. You didn't want to be too abrupt with it, not wanting another abrasive reaction like before to happen.
All you see is the cerulean water.
Y/n lets her hands glide along the tide, cupping some in her hands only to then let it sprinkle over Jake.
He blinks at the sudden cold raining over him. 
"Sorry, 'ite-"
"I think we should forbid that word from being mentioned for the rest of tonight." 
Jake lets out a huff through his nose in response.
"Ma sempul, please. Look at me. You haven't properly done so since that night." You plead to him.
He gulps, gripping at the boat beneath him and letting his knuckles turn a stark white.
"I can't." He cries out, eyes squeezing shut in remorse and chagrin. 
"Yes, you can. Come on, dad." 
Shaky hands grab at his face, almost slipping at the sheer amount of tears that cascade like a ruthless never-ending waterfall. 
His heavy eyes try to stay level with your arms that have reached out for his face. 
Before finally, he looks at you.
A soundless sob rakes through him then, and in return, you shed a few of your own. 
"I miss him, I miss him so much. I can't sleep, I can barely stomach anything. I can't properly take care of your mother, our family-"
His words stumble out of him at a rapid pace, but you do your best to soothe him as he tries to catch his breath through some sniffles.
"-I can't be a good father while navigating this grief." 
Finally, he properly exhales. Releasing himself from the internal battles that had kept him restless all this time.
You pat his cheek in reassurance and fondness, "That's where you're wrong. You're being a good father right now."
He inhaled shakily, the waterworks returning to him at your genuine ways of trying to give him comfort. Jake is terrified though, he'd never been this vulnerable with you.
Maybe when you were a lot younger, yes
But life swept you both up, too invested in your own responsibilities. Back then there was time for your father-daughter extravaganzas. A time when he'd be able to take you out in broad daylight and let you go flying with him on his Ikran. Before the sky people returned,  before Jake had to reassemble his war party and train them heavily again. 
A time when being Olo'eyktan wasn't as demanding as it came to be. 
Jake's hands grab onto yours, inevitable shame still coursing through him. 
He should be the one comforting you, not the other way around.
But grief demands to be felt. It's not something you can outrun, it'll overtake you eventually. 
You try to dispel some of his fears. 
"It's okay right now to feel all these things, sempul. But we can't let it overrule us, we can't let it win." 
Subconsciously, he squeezes your hand that still lingered on the apple of his cheek. There was an unsettling glimmer that still lay behind his eyes. Y/n knew then, there was a root he had yet to relinquish. There was still something brewing in his head that had been the biggest reason that he'd been kept awake these past few nights.
Y/n tilts her head, wordlessly questioning him. Beckoning Jake to reveal the mangled web that connected everything together. 
His hands tremor once more, lips wobbling as he struggles to maintain his already fractured composure. The sight leaves a heavy weight on your heart, desperately wanting to know already so you could try to ease the pain. 
After a moment's reflection, he speaks, "Every time I look at you, I'm so scared it's going to be the last time, 'ite."
Neteyam sighs from above you both then. Eywa looks at him, daring him to voice out his thoughts.
"They are so determined and hard-headed, great mother. You know, the people always said to us that I was more like sa'nok. But she was always a carbon copy of our sempul. Ugh, I miss them." 
She hums in acknowledgment, the great mother already knowing this. 
They both return to peer down at the two figures below them.
"I just can't. I won't lose you too." He reiterates then, mind clouded at the thought of losing you the same way you all lost Neteyam. 
The sky people would cease to exist if they dares to do such an act.
"Sempul, mawey. I am not going anywhere. I am staying right here. I will always be here. He will always be here, I'm sure he is now." 
Neteyam chuckles at that, how ironic.
 He points to you excitedly, "see great mother, it's like this twin telepathy thing." 
Y/n rests the palm of her hand against Jake's chest, where her dad's heart stills. 
"I do not know what it feels like, to be a parent. But I know what it does feel like, to be your daughter. It is the greatest gift Eywa could ever give me, dad. I won't ever take that for granted, not anymore. You won't lose me, especially not like that." Your words hinted at a darker ending, one you dearly hoped you wouldn't be meeting anytime soon. 
You'd do anything in your power to keep that promise to your father, it's the least you can do after all the trauma he has had to clamber through. 
"Ma ‘eveng." 
Y/n gives him a wistful smile, and he returns it with the most genuine grin you've seen ever since the passing. 
It gave you a semblance of relief. Now having a true grasp of your father's mind as of late, Y/n couldn't help but feel repentant. It'll be alright though, time doesn't have to be kind to you. As long as you are with one another, you'll continue to help him in any way possible to fight his grief. 
"Thank you, yawntutsyìp." Jake beams, and you know you don't have to say anything in return for him to see the gratitude you hold towards him.
You stand then, tugging at his hand for him to come with you.
"Come on old pal, let's get some much-needed sleep."
He scoffed, fingers darting to your sides and pinching them - "I'm not that old!"
Y/n giggles, leaning into him and hugging Jake's waist. He guides you back into the dark of your mauri.
Seeing your family all resting harmoniously gave you a newfound sense of hope. It'll take time to heal and grow from this, sure. But you're the Sully's.
You've made it through the utmost of hell, surely you can make your way back down.
Even if your inner demons continued to nag at your mind, - you stood by your stance then.
Y/n would do it all over again if it meant she could return back to her family at night. If at the end of the day - she can meet them, feel their presence with her. That was enough.
It gave her the greatest consolation that she still felt him then, her tsmukan. Her rey'eng.
Her reason to make it through another day. 
Y/n's protector who will always and forever be mighty, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan. 
He held his hand to his heart then. Neteyam would forever be indebted to Eywa, the boy appreciative that indeed - he could feel you too.
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comicaurora · 6 months
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thoughts on Castlevania: Nocturne?
HO BOY WHAT A RIDE
ok to start off, the short list of things I wasn't a huge fan of
The dialogue was a little bit wack in places; Richter's extremely badass "there's something you've forgotten about belmonts, I'd forgotten it too" line fizzling out into "ok I was gonna do a one-liner but eh fuck it" was a pretty representative example. Kinda snapped me out of the scene when I was otherwise hella invested
Erzsebet's dumb onion haircut
this is a nitpick but solar eclipses are only visible from very small areas of the earth because the moon's shadow is much smaller than the earth so even if Erzsebet is magically holding the moon in place it'll only produce eternal night in like a third of france
castlevania let even one mom survive a season challenge 2k23
On to the good stuff!
Every character, even the nastiest antagonists, being clearly and consistently motivated by core traits that sometimes lead to them switching between opposing and helping Team Good Guy, I lost it when Olrox smoked his way into Casa Good Guy to give them a plot device in the most unnecessarily threatening way possible
Love that Richter's brand of snark is a blend of Trevor and Sypha's, he's just as sassy as Trevor but all his quips show Sypha's chipperness. Also love that he copes with the Belmont Trauma by constantly deflecting and light-heartedly downplaying The Horrors until he finally cracks
Maria's cute lil pokemon
Richter getting his magic back!! What a beautiful scene, what good animation, what powerful shots
Richter's unique fighting style! As soon as his magic comes back it's All Throwing Hands All The Time and I really appreciate how anime protagonist he is about it
ALUCARD'S RETURN
Edouard's singing being so good it keeps giving people their souls back, also one of the most gorgeous night creature designs ever put to paper
Annette's entire deal is so profoundly powerful and I love how they're using her ancestral magic to expand on the ramifications of Castlevania's "all legends are true" undercurrents
This show feels extremely focused on the specific political landscape of the historical period it takes place in unlike Castlevania's more loose historical setting
The THEMES of colonialism and vampirism being one and the same
Olrox being like "oh you want to make a new world empire of absolute conquest? heard that one before" and somehow none of the other bad guys pick up on the subtext of "and it was FUCKING BAD"
Sekhmet-Erzsebet's cape shoulder-halo thing being the Egyptian sun-on-a-boat symbol is subtle and it slaps
"who's dracula" lmao
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naffeclipse · 4 months
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Hey Naff! I just saw the ask about what Cryptid y/n would be and your response about a mothman one, and I present to you something I just thought would be really funny:
Following along the delicious obliviousness of the main fic, mothperson y/n just not having that sixth sense all cryptids have that lets them detect other cryptids or even demons. So they find the "abandoned animatronic" and feel bad about their vulnerability and obviously burnt state (plus are drawn to the glow of their eyes!) and approach asking if they might need help. They know this forest like the back of their hand, it would be no problem directing them somewhere a human settlement could help them!
Meanwhile the boys are internally like ?? are they not? Afraid? Why is this other supernatural entity talking so casually to a demon, can they not feel what they are?
And y/n is just like all proudly declaring how they are a very good hunter (of what they eat) and well respected in the woods and how nobody will get away with hurting them as long as the local mothperson watches over them, and smiles at them just super earnestly.
And so amused they just go along with it. Wondering when they'll eventually realize what they're dealing with. Because surely they will sense it soon, right? But then they don't, and Eclipse no longer wants them to, because this cryptid can very much fly away, and they find themselves really not wanting that to happen the more time they spend together.
Heya, babe! About this post, EEEE, I LOVE THIS! Oblivious Y/N strikes again in mothperson form!
That's so sweet to think of the possessed animatronic's pale eyes becoming a familiar and welcomed light in mothperson Y/N's life, and how easily they seek out the boys with their glow. It's also a bit of a strange role reversal with Y/N sleeping during the day and fluttering around at night.
Gah, I love the boys' confusion, too! They're not necessarily concerned or hostile towards another cryptid, expecting this one to become aware that they're much, much more dangerous than what their vessel appears as, so they certainly don't expect this polite offer from the mothperson to help them hide in the woods.
Then promising to protect them. That's new. Eclipse has no idea how to take the rather sweet cryptid except to follow them into their woods.
I imagine there are a few moments where the boys almost trip themselves up when Y/N returns with a varmint for their dinner and happens to not eat the heart. Either Sun or Moon almost comments about them wasting the best part of the innards before—whoops gotta keep that to themselves.
OH OH AND ANOTHER THING mothperson Y/N believes that they're the tol in the relationship friendship because the animatronic doesn't pass their feathery antennae in height, only to be proved very very wrong when Eclipse finally emerges and is taller than them.
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xylianasblog · 6 months
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Do I wanna know?
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Pairings: Agedup Loak x FemMetkayina reader
Summary: You were sure he liked your sister. Did you want to know the truth?
Warnings: MDNI, fingering, soft slight praise, dom loak.
♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥
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You often found yourself staring off into the vast ocean that surrounded the island of Awa’atlu. Watching the waves as they overlapped with one another, almost as if they were racing. Playing to see who would get to the shore of the sandy beaches first. The sun shining brightly, cooling your turquoise skin in the soft rays of light that you basked in.
Your eyes wander off to where Aonung, Tsireya, and Roxto sat with the Sully kids relaxing and joking. It had been 3 years since they’d been here and made themselves at home. In those three years, you always wondered if Loak felt more for you or if it was just your imagination.
Did you want to know? Did you want to the truth or simply continue to pretend you weren’t aware of things that happened? You grew accustomed to watching him and your younger sister Tsireya flirt and bicker back and forth. You couldn’t help but feel envious about how good they looked even though he was a year older than her and a year older than you. In your head they seemed to fit perfectly, but deep down you wished that it was you instead. Could it be you? Did you want to know?
Pulling your eyes away from the group of young adults you stared back out into the sea, smiling at the way the waves called to you. Beckoned you forward, to playing with them and splashing about. After a few moments of watching you have into the ocean's call, standing up from your spot in the sand you slowly and gently move along the sand.
You walked until your body was hidden halfway, by the way, you swayed gently in the water. The ocean soothed away your worries as you closed your eyes, tilting your head back to get more of the sun. Your moment was disturbed as you heard the splashing of water, your ears twitched as your tail swayed back and forth seeking that brief moment of solace before you tilted your head to see Loak standing before you in all his glory.
“Hey, Y/n.” He spoke your name softly, the sound making your body shudder. Lifting your eyes to look into his sun-kissed orbs you smiled.
“Loak.” His name fell from your lips like a prayer, the boy had been absolutely smitten by you when they first arrived three years ago. His body came to life as your eyes took him in. “Did you need something?” The question was soft-spoken, curiosity filling your tone.
You watched with furrowed browbones as he took a few steps closer to the water, he dipped his head down to whisper softly into your ear. “Can we meet back here tonight?” There was a slight hint of urgency in his voice, and instead of rejecting you gave a small nod. You watched as he turned and walked away, you were puzzled but said nothing as you returned back to your peace. Did you want to know?
After the moment earlier your mind was occupied as you continued on with the day. Your curiosity consumed the deepest parts of your mind but you weren’t upset. The feeling itself was unsettling as if it were clawing at your insides like a hunger that you couldn’t get rid of.
Eclipsed had finally fallen, you watched as the stars lit up the night sky. Your feet moving you along the beach slowly, taking your time to let your thoughts wonder. Did you want to know? Did you crave to know if the feelings went both ways? You came to a stop once you saw Loak standing there, he seemed nervous but relaxed as he stared up at the sky. Taking your time to make your way over your eyes looked over the tanhi that littered his face and body. You giggled to yourself as you thought of them as soft little kisses placed randomly on the spots that should be appreciated the most by him.
“Loak.” You called him name sweetly, standing only a few feet away from him now. You smiled, tilting your head back to stare at the stars with him, patiently waiting until he got the courage to say what he needed.
He was quiet, letting the moment sink in, he was engraving the memory to his mind as he looked down at you. His eyes taking in every and all of your features, his stare setting your body ablaze but you stood still staying silent as you continued to wait. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally speaking. “We both know that the nights are made for saying things that we can’t say tomorrow day.”
Did you want to know if the feeling went both ways? Were you eager to find out? You bit your lip, your canines dragging along your bottom lip before releasing the skin.
You felt his hands on your waist, holding you in place as he pulled your body flush against his. His smile dazzled as he stared into your eyes, you lifted your hands up to wrap around his neck. “I think about you at night until I fall asleep.” He whispered, his breath fanning over your lips. “How badly I want to crawl to you.. confess my love for you.”
Your breath stilled as you felt his hands slowly moving down to grab ahold of your ass, a small whimper let your lips as your hood tightened on him. He pressed his lips against yours as his fingers gave your ass a rough squeeze before moving to untie your loincloth. He pulled it off and threw it to the side with such urgency, that you were surprised at how desperate he seemed to touch you. The thought alone has more of your juices leaking between your legs.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips down to your neck, hard nips and kisses were being pressed against your skin. You moan softly as you felt the pleasure of tilting your head back to give him more room just as you felt his fingers teasing the folds of your dripping cunt. Your body shuddered, legs pressing together before being pried apart by his other hand.
He pulled away from your neck, lust-filled eyes gazing down at you. He took a breath breathing in the smell of your arousal, and without warning he turned you and pushed you up against the large rock. Your hands pressed flat against the surface as your legs were roughly spread apart giving him a nice view of your slick dripping down your thighs and your round supple ass.
He growled lowly pressing his body against yours as his hand slithered between your bodies. His fingers teased at your folds before his long digit grazed your sensitive clit, your soft whimpers filled him with such pride to see you accepting his advances.
Loak gently pushed your hair to the side giving him a nice view of your back, leaning forward he pressed soft kisses against the back of your neck just as he slipped his finger into your cunt. Your walls took his finger greedily, fluttering around his digit as he came to fuck you slowly against the rock. Your head fell back against his shoulder, soft whines and whimpers filled his ears like music.
He slide his other hand around to the front of your body, his finger immediately applying pressure to your swollen clit, you cried out body jerking with nowhere to run to. Your eyes closed as he continued to tease your clit while finger fucking into you slowly before adding a second finger. He worked your body slowly as if he was preparing you for him. He took his time letting his finger become familiar with every inch of your gummy walls. He enjoyed the feeling of you clenching down on his fingers, your pussy greedily sucking them in deeper.
He whispered soft praises into your ear as he sped up his fingers. “That’s it, baby.. take my fingers.” You whined out as you began rocking your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers. Your body shook gently as you felt the familiar knot building, your brain going blank as you fucked yourself faster against his fingers.
“O-oh.. m’gonna.. cum..” you whined out just as the dam broke, your body shook as your body sagged against the wall. Loak felt the wet feeling of your juices coating his fingers and hand, this caused him to groan as he continued to rub your clit. You jostled a little as he forced your body to ride out its overwhelming orgasm.
You lay panting against the rock, Loak’s warm body covering yours with his. His soft grumbling filled the night, and you huffed a little.
“I was too busy being yours to fall for anyone new, let alone your sister. Since the moment I met you, I knew.”
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cyberfreaky · 1 year
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𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
— prompt: reader and jake have an argument over how he treats lo’ak.
— summary: you had been avoiding each other since the argument. after lo’ak let’s his father know how he truly feels — jake runs to the only person who could comfort him.
— notes: i didn’t think anyone would want a part two for this lmao but i gotta give the ppl what they want 🫡
part one.
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you hadn't spoken to jake since the blow up. the two of you had managed to dodge each other while completely daily tasks, pretending that you couldn't feel the other person's stare burning into the back of your head. you knew deep down you wanted nothing more than to talk it out with him, so you'd at the very least be on speaking terms. but you and jake were stubborn, so much so that you'd ignore each other forever if it meant neither of you had to make the first move. 
jake had been feeling more on edge, resulting in a tougher attitude towards his children. they felt the rippling effects of his vexation through stricter rules, especially in terms of curfew. neteyam had been put in charge of assuring his siblings were to return home no longer than 30 minutes before eclipse fell — a responsibility he willingly took upon himself with no question.
the sully's sat at the carved table for supper, with the unsurprising exception of lo'ak. jake grew increasingly frustrated at the absence of his son, staring angrily at the entryway of the marui as he awaited lo'ak's return. 
neteyam coughed in hopes of lowering the tension, his gaze flickering between kiri, tuk and jake. he felt immense guilt for lo'ak's tardiness, and expected a lecture afterwards. "uh, so, today was fun. we were able to explore more of awa'atlu with the others…right kiri?" he nudged her side. 
"yeah..yeah! it was great, wasn't it, tuk?" kiri threw the conversation ball over to their youngest sibling. 
"yes, you should've seen it, dad! tsireya told me all about her spirit sister, a tulkun! isn't that cool?" tuk raved, excitedly explaining her day. 
jake zoned out the forced conversation from the kids, occasionally nodding his head at whatever he heard and mumbling a lazy 'that's great' every now and then. the awkwardness only intensified once the creaking sound of lo'ak's footsteps entered the marui — everyone's eyes falling on the disheveled boy. 
lo'ak's head was lowered, the fear of locking eyes with his father crept up his spine. he had lost track of time while with the other metkayina teens, all of them getting into mayhem while riding their ilu's. the distraction of the fun helped lo'ak avoid plummeting into a pool of grief, the loss of his mother still pained him to this day. he knew his entire family dealt with their emotions differently, and he'd never put himself on a pedestal — but he was a kid. a kid who constantly felt he wasn't good enough for his own father, a kid who yearned for his mothers comfort in a brand new environment, a kid who wanted to amount to the talents and loyalty of his other siblings. 
"where've you been?" jake questioned him, rising quickly to his feet to approach lo'ak. his broad arms were crossed across his chest, the enraged body language that emitted from jake made everyone in the room freeze. 
"i was in the reef, r..riding my ilu, sir." the boy stuttered, continuing to eye the wooden floors below him. 
jake snapped his fingers, gesturing his two fingers in the direction of his eyes. "look at me, boy." he instructed harshly. lo'ak reluctantly looked at his father, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. "we have rules in this family, to keep us safe and in line. why d'you think you're above that?" 
"i don't, sir. i just lost track of time. it wasn't jus-"
lo'ak was interrupted by jake's roaring voice, causing him and his siblings to jump in horror. "lost track of time? y'know how to read the sky, you know when it's time to come home. stop giving me these bullshit excuses!"
"father, it's my fault. i should have been watching him closer." neteyam piped up. he was more than willing to take the fall if it meant his brother would be saved from jake's fury. "please, do not punish lo'ak for my mistake." 
jake hushed his son with a death glare, shaking his head disappointedly. "nah, you're not taking the heat for him. your brother knows better, and he'll be punished for it." 
"this isn't fair!" lo'ak argued. 
"y'know what's not fair? everyone havin' to wait for you to get home to eat. why’re you being so selfish?” jake shouted.
lo'ak was quiet for a moment, contemplating about what he desperately wanted to say. he thought carefully about his words, knowing fully well if he spoke — it would pain his father greatly. it could potentially strain the already struggling relationship they shared. but after all the verbal anguish he'd received from jake — lo'ak truly believed he deserved it.
"mom would never treat me the way you do." he looked deeply into jake's eyes, a hint of malevolence in his voice. "eywa should have taken you, instead." 
those words were like daggers in jake's chest, he was speechless. never would he think something so malicious would leave lo'ak's mouth — it was like he was looking at a complete stranger.
lo'ak instantly ran out of the marui, the weight of his confession had become heavier upon his weak shoulders. kiri and tuk raced out to chase him, only neteyam stayed back for a minute longer. he contemplated placing a reassuring hand on his father's shoulder, but after seeing the empty expression on his face — neteyam knew his comfort would mean very little. 
"go to your brother." jake choked back a sob, neteyam followed his father's instructions and sprinted in the direction of his siblings. 
jake took advantage of the desolate marui and allowed his sorrow to engulf him. the overwhelming mix of emotions forced his fist to collide with the giant mongrove tree that held the pod. over and over. he hit the wooden surface till his knuckles began to bruise a deep purple, drawing out a pool of blood with each punch. 
he’d never felt so useless. the feelings of guilt only worsened more so now after realising everything you said was true. 
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during the entire ordeal — you were strolling along the shore to clear your own hazy thoughts. it came as a surprise to you to see the sully children speed past you, seemingly chasing after lo'ak as they called out relentlessly for him to stop running. your focus diverted to jake’s marui in the far distance, feeling the unconscious impulse to visit him. you disregarded the urge and continued on your way— he had made it abundantly clear you had no place in any of his affairs. 
you figured if he had a change of heart and wanted to drop the immature attitude, he knew where to find you. there was no reason to continue dwelling over an argument with an unyielding man such as himself. 
you made your way down the stretch of the woven boardwalk to retreat for the night. the moonlight reflected a silhouette inside your marui, you hesitantly poked your head around the entrance and gasped at the sight before you. jake stood wearily in the centre, holding his bloodied hand in the cusp of his palm. you hadn’t seen him in such a vulnerable position, his tear-stained cheeks and hiccuped cries were an unforeseen sight for you. 
“wh-what are you doing here?” you took a few steps closer to him, glancing down to his hand. “what happened?” 
“you were right.” jake admitted, barely above a whisper. 
you were aware of what he was referring to, yet you still decided to question him for clarity. “about what?” 
his bottom lip wobbled as he tried to explain himself. “i’m a terrible father.” jake began to weep, his knees buckling below him and forcing him to drop to the floor. “i failed neytiri, and now i’m failing my own kids.”
his pained wails filled the room, bouncing off the walls and straight into your tightened chest. you knelt down besides him, feeling your own eyes beginning to swell up with sympathetic tears. “you haven’t failed anyone, jake.” 
“don’t lie to me, you said it yourself.” 
“look at me.” your fingers grasped onto his chin, tilting his head up slightly to find his broken gaze. “you have time to make amends. lo’ak needs his father now more than ever.” 
jake’s voice trembled as he attempted to speak through his feeble cries. “my own son wishes i was dead. how d’you fix that, huh?”
you shook your head. “he didn’t mean it. he’s angry, and understandably so.”
“i don’t know what to do.”
“ma’jake, don’t be so foolish. you know those kids more than they know themselves.” you scolded him. “you will figure out what to do, and i’ll be here to support you. always.”
his glassy eyes stared fondly into yours. outside of his family — you were the only comfort he had felt since he lost neytiri. the time spent recently without your cheerful laughter or witty comebacks had admittedly taken a toll on him. jake cherished the bond he shared with you, and he feels horrible that his stubbornness affected it.
your gentleness towards him made him smile weakly, for the first time in a while. you grazed his injured hand, tsk’ing at the bloodied mess. “i’ll wrap this up and you can tell me everything that’s on your mind, alright?”
he nodded hazily, cupping your hand with his free one. “thank you, for everything. m’sorry about the other night.”
“don’t worry about it.” you press your forehead against his, both of your eyes fluttering close. “it’s all going to be fine, jake.” his quiet sobs forced your pricking tears to fall down your cheek, his feelings of regret and guilt pooling out like a faucet.
“i’m here now.”
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teyamsgrl · 11 months
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welcome home ✧ neteyam
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❗️MDNI ❗️
🗣️ NETEYAM IS HERE I LOV EHIM SM -- please feel free to request any story on my ask and peep my about for what/who i will write about!
°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, agedup!neteyam, dom!neteyam, slight jealous!neteyam, reuniting sex, NETEYAM THE MUNCH, dirty talk, all the good stuff from my fav boy 🧎🏻‍♀️ - yawne: beloved
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your eyes fluttered open at the sun peering into your tent, here's to a new day. you smiled remembering that your mate neteyam was to return home from a 5 day war party this evening. it has been a bit more difficult to get moving on the days neteyam has been gone, but today you shot up almost right away, beyond excited for neteyam's return. you began tidying your shared tent, picking up the discarded pieces of the new outfit you created for his return. you could barely wait to have neteyam inside of you again. sure, 5 days wasn't too long in retrospect, but the way he fucked you... eywa was it addictive. just thinking of it caused a wet spot to form on your loincloth and a shiver to run up your spine. you squeeze your thighs together quickly to diminish the fluttering your pussy was doing before organizing your herbs and medicines along the shelf neteyam made for you. time couldn't move any slower, so you decided to take a stroll in the forest and collect something for dinner as well as be with your own thoughts and nature. no matter how many times you walked along the same branch, you always found the forest of pandora so beautiful.
eclipse had finally come and you knew that the war party would be due to arrive back at any moment. you frantically change into your special outfit for neteyam. the bottoms consisted of a few rows of beads with a beaded waistband, just enough to cover you up the slightest bit. the top was also beaded, flowing over your breasts majestically. the beads matched neteyam’s necklace, a little touch you hoped he would take note of. you began to hear chatter from afar and oriented yourself atop the table in your tent, spreading your legs ever so slightly while leaning back against your palms. you noticed some fiddling with the entrance to your tent and your heart began to beat rapidly, neteyam was finally home. the entrance to your tent flies open, neteyam stepping in and gawking at the sight in front of him (aka you).
“welcome home ma’teyam” you smirk, reaching your arms out for him. he bites his lip as he checks you out, slowly stepping closer. “this is quite the welcome home gift…did you make this?” he fiddles with the beads covering your chest, grazing his cold finger along your nipple. you let out a whimper, making eye contact as he stares down at you. “i did, made it for you…” “it’s fucking beautiful, you’re fucking beautiful” he leans in and connects your lips in a heated kiss, not even giving you a chance to breathe. he moans into your mouth, running his hands down your body and squeezing your thighs tightly. you interlock your fingers in his braids, pushing him more into you. he pulls away, lips plump and red. he looks down to where his hands are situated, squeezing again. "these thighs... i need to be in between them..." he pushes you back on the table gently, hand between your breasts. he kneels onto the floor and chuckles when he notices the zero coverage underneath the visible beads on your bottoms.
"naughty girl.. you knew exactly what i'd do first once i saw you in this outfit", he removes your bottoms and instantly flicks his tongue on your clit, listening to your desperate whines. "i'm getting there babygirl, just let me play with her a bit more" he flicks his tongue along it again, finger collecting your slick in the meantime. he brings his finger up to your mouth, prodding your lips open. you open your mouth, sucking on his long, blue finger. "taste good?" he watches as you nod, hips rolling into the air. he chuckles softly and dives in, tongue delving into your wet pussy. "nete-" you gasp, hands instinctively travelling to his braids once again. he spreads your legs further, sticking his tongue deeper if even possible at all. "fuck.." he mumbles and pulls away slightly. "on the fucking trip- ät'uk kept going on about you, on about how amazing and sexy you are, pissed me off so much" he grumbles and kisses along your inner thighs. "you're mine, not any other man's" you nod and whine as he stands up and towers over you. "get on the floor yawne, stick your ass up for me" he steps back, watching you position yourself on the mat. he removes his loincloth, stroking himself slowly at the sight of you. "this ass-" he spanks you, causing you to yelp; "is mine, isn't it?" "yes nete yes, it's yours" you whine, wiggling your ass as a way to ask for his cock.
he comes behind you and you begin to feel his tip pushing inside you, moans escaping your mouth. he bottoms out inside of you, hands roaming your back before ultimately coming to rest on your hips. he groans, beginning to thrust deeply into your hole. "this is it, this is fucking it", he moans and spanks your ass another time. "oh my- oh neteyam" you moan into your arm, body jolting back and forth with his deep thrusts. this was the feeling you had missed, neteyam behind and pounding you, nothing but lust filling the room. "tell me who you belong to, who is your fucking mate?" he breathes heavily, cock abusing your tight walls. "you, you, you!!!" you squeal, pussy tightening as your orgasm creeps up on you. "that's right, yes.. are you gonna cum for me?" he snakes his hand around your torso to sloppily rub your clit, cock pushing deeper to get you to the edge. "yes yes.. i'm-" your orgasm cuts your words off, pussy twitching around his cock. you breathe heavily as neteyam's thrusts pick up pace, "good girl, that's my good girl... fuck i'm cumming-" he presses his chest against your back, moaning loudly as his cum shoots into your pussy. he kisses your mid back, panting as he comes down from his orgasm.
he then falls beside you on the mat, pulling you in to spoon you. he kisses your head, hand stroking up and down your arm. "thank you for welcoming me home so well" he whispers, smiling against your hair. "of course, i missed you so much" you sigh, relaxing into his chest. "i love you, yawne" he shuts his eyes as he takes in your warmth. "i love you, ma'teyam", you shut your eyes as well, slowly drifting off in his arms again, finally.
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could u pleasee write a pt 2 to cold where they just .. grieve :’) and maybe you could weave bits of the reader in the story through flashbacks so we could get to know them? ^^
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Empty Space (Cold pt2)
As it sets in, everyone has their own way of coping.
pairing: Sully Family x !Twin Sister! Reader
A/N: I wrote this in like a couple of hours I’m not sure if it’s good but I hope it is! 💔
Sitting on the sandy beach, lo’ak felt the breeze run through and past his hair. After a particularly tough day, the setting sun was his favorite thing to see. Closing his eyes, he breathed through his nose, already feeling the bubbling grief coming back up. Although times like these were pleasant, they left him stuck in his head, stuck in his thoughts. It’s been a week since she left, and it’s been racking the entire family down to sad glances and tight hugs as if the other would disappear just as she did.
¨What are you doing out here so late?”
Her voice was clear as day, a haunting memory. Quiet steps stopped right behind him, waiting for a response. She always knew. She, without fail, consistently saw the sad twinkle in his eye and always felt like the silence in his sentences hung far too long in the air for her liking. If it were up to her, she would have already begun comforting him before returning home, but she can’t force him to speak up, and she knows he certainly always will.
Turning his head, the only thing he saw was not her. Scoffing, he buried his head in his hands. He was going insane as the minutes ticked by, and his mind was suddenly catching up. Letting out a gentle whimper, he bit his lip, stopping it from quivering. He wasn’t sure what was worse—not feeling her soft gaze from across the room as she mouthed little motivations or not feeling her soul in his heart. Scrunching up his eyebrows, keeping the tears at bay, he looked at his family’s Marui pod. Ever since the funeral, he hasn’t spent more than an hour inside his home, fearing that if he took one glance at the places she spent most of her time at, he would break down and possibly do unspeakable acts that even she would frown at.
Slumping down, he succumbed to the feeling and let out tiny cries, mumbling her name between a few.
•~•
Neteyam, pushing past a couple of boys, even bumping shoulders with one, rolled his eyes as some started yelling insults at his back. Wincing at a stab of pain from his hip, he kept walking with the sack of fruits on his back. While the rest of his family either closed themselves off or spent the day growing softer, he grew angrier. He wasn’t sure what he was mad at, but he was confident that most of it was directed toward himself. If only he had run a bit faster, he would have missed it entirely and might’ve saved her.
Deciding that the throbbing wound had been annoying enough, he threw the bag on the ground. Grunting as he sat down, he noticed the eclipse coming faster than he had hoped. He planned to work outside for a while before returning home to help his mother with dinner. Taking a risky glance at his chest, her necklace sat comfortably around his neck. Before the funeral, he managed to keep it as a piece of love, but it only became a constant reminder that he wasn’t there again.
He remembers her weaving this necklace for about two days before she finished it. He had joked about wanting it for himself, and despite it being her favorite piece of jewelry, she only told him that one day it would be his. The only issue was that he expected it to be a while before it was his. Maybe she would have given it to him on his birthday, or maybe after their father had yelled at him quite angrily for something that wasn’t even his fault.
Frowning at how dull it looked now, he puffed out a breath, looking at his destination before he quickly got up and walked a bit faster this time, avoiding the pitiful stares he got from the others.
•~•
Although there had been conversations, silence spoke more than they had in the past hour. Kiri kept her gaze on tuk’s hair, avoiding her mother’s stare. She had been there; she had watched her sister die. She wondered how her brother was holding up. They were always the closest. His twin contained him just like a cup would do with water.
On the other hand, Tuk had barely registered that her sister had died a couple of days ago. Since then, she opted to sleep in the same position her sister had, feeling just a tad bit closer to her even though the truth was that she was very, very far away. She always left places with lingering gazes thinking, ¨She would like this, ¨ before smiling and walking away. Just as she did when she was here, she found comfort in her older sister.
•~•
Dinner had been relatively silent as Neytiri tried getting a couple of responses to her questions about everyone´s day. As night pooled into their home, Jake lay wide awake, eyebags much more prominent now as he desperately wished to fall asleep without waking up to a gut-wrenching nightmare from that day. He felt like something inside him had died, and it lay there clawing for a way out.
Every time he looked at lo´ak, it was like a punch to the gut. He looked so much like her, and now as he wore beads from a necklace she once wore in an armband, it simply became worse. The night she died, he spent almost every moment alone crying. Her voice, laughter, giggles, and even her scoldings replayed in his mind every second of the day despite his angry promises that he would stop thinking about his sweet, sweet girl.
¨Jake.¨
Flinching a bit at her sudden appearance, although she had been there all this time, he only felt like curling more into himself.
¨We need to le-¨
¨Every time I stare at the water, I see how scared she looked on that boat, Neytiri.¨ sharply sucking a breath in between her teeth, she sadly frowned at how she indeed saw the expression on her daughter´s face. As she held that bow with just as much confidence as she always had, her face and quivering hands gave it away, but Quaritch never noticed.
As much as Jake hated seeing how his daughter looked like her opposite, he felt guilty for feeling just a tiny bit terrified of the kid he knew to cry whenever she found a dead insect on her daily trek through the forest. Still, at that moment, he knew her as the girl who had fought three fully grown boys for simply insulting her.
Whenever he closed his eyes, he only saw how much anger she held in her eyes despite her hair covering quite a bit of her face from possibly the worst fight of her life. The snarl coming out of her as Quaritch pressed the knife just a bit deeper into her sister´s skin was engraved into his head.
Neytiri, fighting back a couple of tears at how badly this death affected them all, only took a deep breath and moved closer to her husband, who shook with quiet sobs. Her daughter was gone, and nothing was the same anymore.
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Imagine you and General Skywalker are roommates. 🤭😏
Warnings: smut & fluff, drama; rom-com vibes—i tried anyways.
Warnings 2: no minors.
Recommendations: “Die For You” (the version with Ariana Grande); “The Love We Had Stays On My Mind” (Joss Stone).
***
• How it started…
You and Anakin first met when both of you were younglings. He wasn’t the kindest in the room, but you were. In this particular case, opposites did attract one another. Thus you soon kindled.
“I can’t believe you are dragging me to this picnic”, the young boy was grumbling as you had this idea of eating outdoors: a suggestion of making it a form to practice the Force was promptly accepted and encouraged by your Master.
“Must you complain all the time?”, you giggle at him.
Anakin’s blue eyes are glued in your y/c hair, tangled in a simple braid; your y/c skin, so smooth and shiny; your y/c eyes…how much fondness he sees in those irises. Why, yes. He knows you care for him, a sentiment he cannot compare yet to what that Lady Angel named Padmé brought to him, but even so.
“Yes, since I cannot refuse you anything”, he blurted out without second thoughts.
Simple as that. But this was how it began: a friendship with different shades, painting a variety of possibilities that would yet be played out.
***
• Twilight of adolescence.
You are so concentrated in your meditation that you don’t realize Anakin’s eyes are stuck in how serene you look. He is mesmerized at how easily you do it, though partially envious because, unlike him, you are calm.
But his thoughts unbalance you. Thus you open your eyes and smirk at him:
“Do you conveniently forget that I can read your thoughts?”
“Maybe”, he smirks back. “I mean how the hell do you do it effortlessly? Frankly, my dear Y/N, there must be a trick.”
You scoff at his wording.
“Please, Ani. You speak as if you don’t regularly overpower me in our trainings.”
He takes a seat next to your side, glancing at you with amusement behind his eyes. He is wearing that Padawan braid you are so familiar with, having one yourself tied in a lock of your hair.
“You underestimate yourself a little too much”, Anakin slightly shoulders you. “Remember when you knocked me down?”
“That was only because you got yourself thinking a little too much about the pretty Senator”, you tease him, shouldering him back.
Both of you giggle at the memory.
“What happened to her anyways?”, you ask him. “I thought you were having a thing?”
Anakin’s smirk is wiped out of his face, but what concerns you is the gloom that eclipses the brightness of his face.
“She is, let’s just say, unreachable.”
“I’m sorry, Ani”, you whisper, aware how he came to love her. “I truly am.”
Uncomfortable with such a topic, but maybe because, unbeknownst to you, he’s been trapped in a confusing web he wove where there had been no space for anyone but Padmé Amiadala until your smiles, gentlenesses and every virtue you’ve been praised for, got him.
Hence why the moody Anakin storms out and leaves you there, guilty and upset for being the one to send away such a gleeful moment.
But such torment soon ends. Anakin comes for you later the same day in order to apologize for being so rude. He is baffled by how easily you forgive him, and when you promptly hold him—tighter than usual—he realizes friendship is not enough.
How long, however, will it take for him to tell you how feels?
Worst, how much longer will you be able to hold your feelings for yourself?
Only time will tell…
***
• Early adulthood.
You have just returned from Aldeeran when master H/N assigns you a mission next to your long time friend Anakin, now known as General Skywalker.
As much as you’ve been pleased to follow his path as a rising star, becoming good friends with the sweet Ahsoka, you have caught a glimpse of something deeper and which concerns you. But you wait before you have the opportunity to discuss this properly.
“Hey Y/Nickname”, he greets you warmly, although something about his eyes gives you chills. “What’s up? It’s been a long time!”
You decide to knock whatever tension there’s been between the two of you with an embrace. But when breathing his scent by burying your head against his neck, your heart skips a beat and your mental defenses are melted.
Anakin, caught off guard by your kind gesture—something he’s barely seen these days—, finds himself slightly emotional… until he has the opportunity to find out at long last that you feel for him what he feels for you.
This is a discovery that mixes his feelings. It fuels his impulsivity at the same time that gives a bittersweet flavor to know the years that have been wasted. Adding to that there is the factor that Anakin has been growing distasted to the Jedi Order.
So much to be felt by the intense Jedi. But nothing gives him more joy than knowing you love him as much as he loves you. However… a question is silently posed in the back of his mind: how can he tell you how he feels?
As one reluctantly untangles from the other, you are quick to break the silence.
“I have some good news! Master H/N wants us to work together at Mandalore! Our first mission, General Skywalker”, you tease him, pleased to see you are still able to make him laugh. “I pray not to disappoint you, sir”, you add a not very graceful curtsy to your speech.
He notices today your y/c hair is loose and messy. It gives him naughty ideas, but Anakin struggles to compose himself. Instead, he places one hand over your shoulder and says:
“When have your ever disappointed me, Y/N? What nonsense you speak of”, he side smirks at you.
But every sweet moment dies when two Masters come along. Windu is followed by Obi-Wan Kenobi and the look on their countenances is not indicating any sign of pleasantness. You also notice the tension in Anakin’s shoulders. To worse, has he started to wear darker robes? A thought that displeases you internally.
“General Skywalker and Jedi Y/LN, the Council greets you well”, he speaks formally and both you and Anakin acknowledge the gesture by nodding your heads. “I’ve come to deliver the follow instructions concerning Mandalore. Be aware that even though you may be roommates for the occasion, you must not…”
And here he starts to scowl. But you haven’t been paying attention after that small word stuck inside your head.
Roommates?
Me and Anakin?
You side eye discreetly to your long time friend in search of anything that could give away whether he felt repulse or something you hope to be the opposite of it, but to your disappointment there is nothing to find.
You must calm your nerves, you decide. Being no longer a teenager, you remind yourself that you must not form any romantic attachment… especially where your best friend is concerned.
***
• Roommates, it is!
“You are too quiet, Y/Nickname”, Anakin says whilst piloting to Mandalore. “This is the moment where you shout at me for almost making you sick.”
You smirk, albeit unwillingly.
“I am often quiet. I usually leave the babbling for you”, so you retort.
He chuckles.
“No, you are nervous because Mace Windu himself told you that we’d be roommates. But I believe you took this a literal meaning, darling. We are piloting together and getting into the room of the thing we are meant to destroy”, Anakin explains with a hint of amusement that brings you to annoyance.
“And you never cared to let this clear?”
“Absolutely not”, Anakin smirks with that characteristically smug look on his face. “It’s so much fun when you are angry with me. But besides I do think we are sharing one room at the Duchess’s palace. Don’t forget you are going disguised.”
You avoid his gaze, face completely red.
“It’s all very confusing.”
By the time you are landing, Anakin smirks again at you before the remark that would get you redder—if possible:
“What’s so confusing? Sharing a bed with me shouldn’t be so bad, should it?”
“I hate you, Anakin Skywalker”, It’s all you manage to respond.
*
There is a ball going on to welcome some of the Mandalorian’s allies. Whilst Anakin is there to represent the Senate, you are disguised as the lady of Planet Y/C. The moment you show up with your hair y/c hanging loose in your back, dressed in green, Anakin’s eyes go slightly wide.
He is about to make a joke (“Aren’t you showing some cleavage?”), but in truth he drinks from the view. Anakin realizes he’s been delaying so long the moment between you two. He wants to discover every bit of you, wondering what would be like to kiss you, to make you a puddle of a mess…
“Why are you looking at me like that?”, you interrupt him, sounding more nervous than you’d care to admit.
“You look gorgeous, Y/N”, he takes your hand and there presses a soft kiss, taking pleasure in noticing the goosebumps on your skin and the struggle behind your eyes.
He’d definitely kiss you… had you both not been rudely interrupted by no other than C3-P0 informing the feast is ready and you are expected to be met by the duchess soon.
“And here I go”, you say rather awkwardly.
“You’ll be fine. To be honest, you fit more in damsel roles than otherwise”, Anakin says in a teasing tone.
You stick out your tongue.
“If that is your way to compliment me, am I supposed to thank you?”
“You’re welcome”, says he, bringing you out to laughters, which pleases him quite so.
It occurs you, albeit a little too late, to finally unburden your heart by venting your thoughts.
“Ani, I must…”, you are about to tell him when, once again, you are interrupted.
To your dismay, and Anakin’s consternation, the moment where every wall is about to be knocked down is delayed. Again.
*
He watches as you get the attention of every being there present at the feast. And Anakin grows possessive at each gaze that follows your moves.
Maybe there is a risk of ruining this mission, but the General cares little about it. He must have you, he must tell you how ardently he loves you, how…
“Lady Y/N”, he gets to you discreetly, in a nonchalant posture when he’s burning inside. “May I have a word with you?”
You cast him a suspicious look at him: didn’t you two agree the time to speak would occur later?
But regally you smile and, playing your role, grant him your hand.
“Of course, General. What’s it?”
“I am not feeling very well”, Anakin’s anxiety breaks in.
“Oh”, you promptly leave your disguise off. “Let us go back to the quarters then. I may have something.”
Perhaps in private this will come out better, Anakin hopes in silence. He agrees, watching as you forget discretion when taking his hand, locking fingers with you, as you lead the way.
It appears that no one notices your absence—or maybe you and Anakin used the Jedi trick to make it seem so. Regardless, once you and him are back to your quarters, you finally realize he’s about to explode.
“Ani…”
“You must allow me to express how I feel”, he rushes to you, cupping your face with both hands. “I love you, Y/N Y/LN. I have loved you for a long time and I cannot waste my days and night away thinking about the possibilities of being more than your friend and Jedi mate. I must know… Please tell me how you feel, for I shall not nurture if…”
You smile in relief and seeing the confusion stamped in his face, you make all clear by locking your lips against his in a soft kiss.
Little by little, however, the kiss deepens, but because there is some uncertainty in what direction should it go, you and Anakin part it—albeit reluctantly.
“Well, roomie, looks like we are finally free of this weight”, he muses it, eyeing you with such devotion that your knees go weak.
You giggle softly, watching with the same sentiment as he rests his cheek against your cheek. Your heart races at this moment.
“It’s too late to go back now”, you smile at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to return to Senator Amidala’s arms?”
Anakin rolls his eyes at your provocation.
“Really now, Y/N?”
“I just had to be sure”, you say it playfully, but Anakin can see through your jest the shadow of old insecurities.
Resting his forehead against yours, he snakes his arms around your waist.
“There is only one woman in my life. I lament it took me years to see it, but the only woman I truly and passionately love is you, Y/N Y/LN. There is no space whatsoever for anybody else.”
To reassure you, the General kisses you passionately this time to prove his point.
***
• ‘The Love We Have…’
You are restless this evening. Although you had claimed earlier that a fatigue led you to an unbearable migraine, your body is protesting against the absence of your lover.
Anakin has been occupied at Mandalore’s Moon, there dealing with a group of people that are perceived by many as terrorists, all the whilst you’ve been carried to other parts of Mandalore on behalf of Duchess Satine herself.
Now you are back and you are aching for him. A desperation that burns your legs and rises in further protestation within your heart, there causing a riot you cannot shut.
Well, there might be a solution for this problem… and the idea makes you blush. You cannot divert from it, as much as it gives you embarrassment. But it’s been too much to handle. Besides, you could always use the Force…
Unaware Anakin is coming, he too possessed by the same urge, you toss away the blankets and let the moonlight come through the partially open curtain. You’ve always felt like you belonged to the nights anyway…
You close your eyes, ready to meditate. Your mind anxiously begins to trace his features, his blue eyes, his muscles… his physique, his smile. Oh how he smiles at you like that often made you wet in between your legs, as it’s doing now.
You are short breath, never having experience to touch yourself. You always had second thoughts about it, besides Anakin usually did a great job. But he’s not there and the mere reminder fuels your frustration.
However, concentrated you are in such a struggle you barely hear the door opening. You don’t see that Anakin comes from the shadows with the look of a hunter: he’s been sensing you, every thought, every sentiment that runs within, from afar.
A sly smirk pops in the corner of the Jedi’s lips as he steps silently so he doesn’t ruin your moment. Anakin is already rigid in his pants just by hearing your unspoken thoughts. He removes his shirt in a synchronized gesture with you, as you do the same.
Completely bare, he, however, refuses to release the pressure on himself. He wants you, he wants to be the one to lead you there—yes, Anakin knows he’s possessive and egoistic towards you, but he’s also been aware that these traits you not only accept, but enjoy secretively.
“My love”, he whispers as soon as he locates himself behind you, arms around your waist; a smirk twists to a smile when seeing the effect he still has on you. “Have you missed me?”
You freeze upon his words. Your stunned silence is a positive indication of your distrust that this is the real him. Anakin further smiles, his hands running up and down your arms.
“You haven’t forgotten me, have you?”, he mumbles against your ear, bitting your earlobe gently. “Have you, my darling?”
Hungry for his touch, you lean back and pursuit his lips. As he corresponds you passionately, Anakin wraps one hand around your neck all the whilst he uses the other to cup your right breast.
“Hmmm”, he gently groans under his breath when feeling how easily he makes your nipple hardening under his touch. “I’ve missed you, darling.”
“Ani!”, you gasp in full pleasure, your body already giving in to his sweet, skillful hands. “I beg you!”
“Is my princess begging now?”, his husky voice makes you wet and he pompously watches as you rub one leg to the other. “Have I turned such a powerful Jedi in a beggar?”
You enjoy being easily overpowered by him, how he uses that dark side you know so well to your favour. But your mind stops retracing your thoughts for you go absolutely insane as he kisses your neck and now releases the hand around your neck to play with your left breast.
“I-I am, yes! I am, Master!”, you cry out, already unbearably soaked. “Don’t tease further, you know I’ve missed you…”
You arch your back the moment his fingers twirl your nipples, caressing each slowly, yes, but passionately too. His eyes are glued in your reactions: aware of how to tease you, how to make you come undone to him, Anakin is aroused at the idea of your submission. You promptly submit to him and he realizes he loves when you beg.
But more than that, he loves you.
“Let me sooth your needs, darling”, so the General says when slipping his right hand into your feminine core. And finally, he slides one finger into you. “Fuck! So damn wet for me?”
You cast him a lustful gaze, transmitting every indecent thought that he seeded with his departure. Anakin laughs quietly as he captures it, kissing you slowly as he teases you.
“My angel, you and I shall not be merely roomies. No, no”, he vows, watching as you smirk under his pleasantries. “Oh you like that, don’t you?”
Anakin gives small bites against your skin as he now inserts another finger. He takes his time there and when sensing your climax, the Jedi then carefully moves on top of you after lying you down gently—without stopping pleasing you.
“Yes, my love. Come to me”, the Jedi encourages you softly, smiling down at you as you arch your back and enlace him with your legs, all the whilst leaning to kiss his lips fervently.
But this is only the beginning.
*
As much as you enjoying riding him, you prefer when he’s on top of you, being the bossy man he is. Your lips curl on a sly smirk when there is no need to speak it out as one understands the other perfectly well.
“You play the difficult one outside, but damn here you submit easily, uh?”, Anakin teases you, slowly moving inside you, locking hands with you above your head.
“I hate how you know me so damn well”, you growl under your breath.
“Darling, hate is not the Jedi way”, Anakin smirks, getting yourself a smile before he kisses you passionately.
Leaving lust aside, this is the moment where one soul intimately links the other as the bodies connect. Anakin is careful with you, watchful at every reaction he evokes on you.
And you as well. You want him desperately so, every part of him, you don’t want to let go of him. To feel his manhood right where you want him to is just…
So…
Damn…
Good.
Perfection, indeed.
“Ani”, you moan loudly, already feeling the waves of pleasure you gladly prepare to drown into.
“Yes, Y/Nickname?”, he groans softly at each thrust, him too not far from you.
“I love you”, you gasp.
“I love you too”, he whispers back, before going down to your skin with his tongue, taking his time in every bit of you.
Soon, the whispers turn into screams and every intensity rests ashore.
***
• New Beginnings.
When the mission in Mandalore is complete, you and Anakin are expected to go back to Coruscant. However, before doing that, Anakin leads you to planet Y/C, where you and him are secretly married.
“We are husband and wife now”, you remark blissfully. “Who’d ever thought we came this far?!”
“I would”, so says Anakin, side smirking at you.
“There was a Senator that could have taken my place, though…”, you tease, earning him an eye roll.
“Come here, silly head.”
He pulls you close, mesmerized by how shiny your eyes are, transmitting every bit of happiness when you look at him.
“I love you”, says your husband, smiling when seeing you blush. “There has only been you, Mrs Skywalker. As it will be.”
“It better be. I love you too, Mr Skywalker.”
Between giggles, you two share a kiss, spotting a very bright future ahead of you…
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cipher-the-sidhe · 3 months
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Hi! I just went through your entire WtTK AU and I have a (potentially sad) question :D
Has baby Eclipse ever accidentally hurt Y/N? Cause I noticed he's got some pretty big claws, and kids (especially young ones!) don't tend to have very good control of their strength and coordination when they're little
*grabbing you and shaking you*
Thank you for liking my au and for engaging! I love these fish a normal amount!!!!! As for your question~
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The first time it happens, Eclipse is too young to realize what he’s done. Tiny baby teeth are still sharp enough to pierce and tear, and when he mindlessly mouths at you a little too hard Moon is the first to notice the blood at your shoulder where your baby nestles his face. Sun is a mess of anxiety over the realization that your little guppy has teeth and claws sharp enough to hurt his mama now, and no will yet to prevent it. The bites don’t leave a visible scar, but the boys never forget.
It happens again, of course. Many times. Little nicks of careless baby claws and eager baby teeth. Nothing serious, and your mers are diligent in teaching Eclipse to be careful with his mama and her delicate body. Sun maybe goes to far with it really, and for a while your little boy handles you like you’re made of glass. Eventually you ease the anxiety he develops over hurting you into a more reasonable level of caution, but he’s always very careful.
But even the most careful, cautious people slip sometimes, and Eclipse is just a boy after all…
He hadn’t meant to. He swore up and down around hiccuping sobs over and over again how he hadn’t meant to and how he’s so so sorry. You coo and shush him, one hand pressed down firmly to stem the bleeding from your calf, and the other holding onto his hand (so much bigger than yours already, and covered in your blood) even as he tries to pull away.
“Clip, sweetie, look at me. I’m ok. It’s going to be ok. It was an accident. I’m not mad. It’s ok.” You talk to him as gently as you can, holding him as close as he‘ll let you. For a moment you resent how big he’s gotten so fast. Eleven years old and he’s already taller than you.
Moon doesn’t take it well, of course. Sun takes it worse. They get your injuries cleaned and stitched up, and they end up healing into four pale pink scars just a few inches above the first scratches Moon gave you on your ankle years and years ago. Eclipse doesn’t speak almost at all for weeks. He stays with Moon most of the time, and his nocturnal father uses the time to share whatever wisdom he earned from his own time as a sharp and dangerous creature on how to be gentle. Your son keeps his hands entirely to himself for that time, accepting hugs but not returning them. Your heart hurts far worse than your leg. Sun stays by your side while the other two are away, and his son won’t meet his eyes for days either.
Things get better. They heal, they scar, the marks fade and leave behind lessons for all four of you. Eclipse grows into a frighteningly deliberate predator, and those claws and teeth never do any harm that they don’t fully mean to do by the time he’s mature. Certainly after that, though he causes his fair share of carnage, he never hurts you.
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bonefall · 7 months
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BB!Profile: Fernsong
(Oops I finished this art months ago and am just now making this profile)
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[ID: The Better Bones version of Fernsong. He is a thick, pale golden tabby with thin stripes and a flat, round face.]
Clanmew Name: Nanyanaya (Nan, generic term for fanned-leaf groundplants + Yanaya, singing)
Old Name: Fiddles (Pronounced "Fibuls")
Alignment: ThunderClan, ex-Kittypet
Relationships: Mate - Ivypool Ex-Mate - Minty Children - Bristlefrost, Flipclaw, Thriftear Friends - Stormcloud, Jessy, Daisy, Briarlight Person who hates his guts - Blossomfall Mentor - Lionblaze
Sweet man! Den dad! Guy who gets washed in by a big flood and lands smack in the middle of a messy breakup before being getting his hardass nightmare dad-in-law assigned as a mentor!
In cleaning up the Kin of your Kin prophecy and reworking the plot of Po3 and OotS, I made it so Ivypool is now the daughter of Lionblaze and Cinderheart, and secretly the child of Jayfeather and Poppyfrost! I always found the sheer amount of kids Canon!Lionblaze has to be pretty ridiculous, since it does nothing with those relationships and makes half of ThunderClan descended from Firestar in the process.
So, instead, the tree has been overhauled and BB!Fernsong is an ex-kittypet. The Firekin family is traced exclusively through Dovewing, Ivypool, and Hollylark.
And BOY does he enter in a doozy! ThunderClan's Tempest replaces Bramblestar's Storm, now full of different perspectives as ThunderClan recovers from the Battle of the True Eclipse. Fiddles finds himself drawn to the Clan as a refugee, accidentally becoming the final straw that breaks the camel's back in Ivypool's toxic relationship with Blossomfall.
(Note: At the time, Blossomfall has a Dishonor Title, Shredbloom, for her involvement in the Dark Forest. Shredbloom = Blossomfall.)
When he finally has the chance to return home, he realizes that Clan life offers him something Kittypet life never quite did; Community. While he's not much of a hunter or a fighter, he comes to feel needed and fulfilled by the connections he makes to lots of cats within ThunderClan.
More under the cut!
In ThunderClan's Tempest, he came from the same home as Minty. The family couldn't evacuate them, because they ran and hid out of fear.
She was his mate a few times, but in the way that some kittypets of the same house are. Purebreds. They'd had litters that the humans made sure were well cared-for, brought to new homes at six months.
They had a sort of love more out of convenience and safety than passion.
When he was found by ThunderClan, they brought him back to their base in the caves, and Daisy was able to help break the language barrier.
Ivypool, still destroyed from seeing her Dark Forest mentor Hawkfrost make a stand against his father and "die," started helping Daisy out with them. At first, she just needed to feel useful.
She had been in a relationship with Blossomfall (Shredbloom at the time) for a long time, at this point, and had even begged her to stop during the final wave of the BOTTE.
In a way, Ivypool felt like she needed to "save" someone from the Dark Forest, and for a long time after, she felt like she needed to save Blossomfall from her own pain.
But it was incredibly toxic. Blossomfall was controlling, Ivypool was touchy. They were fighting constantly, and Blossomfall was about to repeat it again.
Ivypool spending time helping out with Daisy, acclimating the refugees to Clan life, learning to communicate with them... made Blossomfall jealous.
When Ivypool broke it off with Blossomfall, it wasn't because she loved Fiddles yet, thought Blossomfall DID accuse her of just wanting to move on "with the KITTYPET"
It was just because she was sick of living like this.
Fiddles happened to just... be there. They had become friends, but weren't anything more at that point.
For him, it felt good to pay her back for all the comfort she provided him, and she was grateful that she had someone without bias.
He didn't have a side yet, so when he told her that what she did was the right thing, it felt honest.
Ironically, Bossomfall accusing Ivypool of "just wanting to go googoo over the new kittypet" pushed Ivy and Fiddles closer together.
It wasn't JUST Ivypool he got close to, though! Briarlight was also starting to realize that she needed to start distancing herself from her family because of Millie's ableism... and Fiddles was there for her, too.
Emotional support king, quickly becoming friends with everyone.
The fact that he was close with Ivypool AND her sister, though?
To this DAY, even AFTER all she'd been through and having adult children of her own, Blossomfall still can't shake the negative feeling she gets when she looks at Fernsong. But she's wise enough now to know it's somewhat irrational.
The Impostor DID exploit this, however. But that is a story for another time.
What's most important is that in this moment, Ivypool, Fiddles, and Briarlight became good friends.
By the time the floods had receded and the humans were coming home, he found himself not wanting to go. Jessy was hard at work on improving Briarlight's mobility device, Frankie was taking to battle like a fish to water, and he was falling in love with Ivypool.
He walked Minty home, made her promise she'd prevent their twolegs from missing them, and headed back to ThunderClan...
Where Bramblestar made him the first apprentice of his father-in-law to be, the hardass hero of ThunderClan, Lionblaze! Gulp!
CLOSING TRIVIA
He is NOT named after Ferncloud! Ferncloud survived the BOTTE in Better Bones-- DUSTPELT died.
Birchfall and Whitewing's daughter, Duststripe (prev. sorrelstripe) is named after him.
Fernsong's name comes from how Fiddles was convinced his name referred to a type of fern. What type of fern? He didn't know!!
So when he eventually picked his prefix, he simply chose the generic term for ferns; Nan.
(Ferncloud's prefix, Marssi, is actually totally different in Clanmew. It's a specific species, Dryopteris filix-mas, known as Manfern in English. A species used in medicine for treating tapeworm.)
When I design ex-kittypets that aren't just common street cats, I intentionally avoid referencing one specific breed with the idea that this universe's history is slightly different. Fernsong is designed as a mix of an exotic shorthair and a british shorthair. An Exobrit, if you will.
I've decided to make him come from a home that bred cats, just because I think that's an interesting idea.
Not a mill or an abusive situation, but he's had a life before Ivypool, like she had a life before him.
He will be a den dad in BB. Ivypool comes in to nurse their kittens, but Fernsong is their Mi and she is their Ba.
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lilibethwrites · 8 months
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A Midsummer Night’s Pain
Aegon II Targaryen x Wife!Reader
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Warnings: Spoilers for Rook’s Rest, NSFW (smut)
Word count: 5876
Ao3 & Masterlist
Aegon returns from Rook’s Rest with severe injuries, and your lives change forever. While he is haunted by aches that would put a lesser man to the ground, you are at your wit’s end with his stubborn refusal of help. A sleepless night of slowly healing burns and bones leads you both to introspection and confrontation. Heated exchanges, frustrated sighs, and hungry kisses restore your belief in the strength of your bond built on devotion and love.
Aegon was no stranger to sleepless nights. Anger, frustration, the immutable urge to suppress all parts of him until he was stripped down to bare flesh and bones and the basest of urges as he got so masterfully lost in the dark, narrow streets of Flea Bottom among a sea of drunkards swaying side to side… If one didn’t know any better, one would assume the dark hours of the night, the hour of the ghost or the nightingale or the wolf were all dedicated to him, that he was the ghost that haunted the stone halls of the Red Keep, the nightingale that sang with a few tankards of Flea Bottom ale or better in his belly, the wolf that bared his teeth as good as any Stark should the occasion necessitate it.
 Then, Flea Bottom was stolen from him, and then, so was his flesh. His brother had traded an eye for a dragon, though no one, no one at all could say if he meant his words or if he were too muddied of the mind on the Milk of the Poppy—he was fed about the same amount as a grown man would be— to make sense when he found the exchange fair. Aegon, however, was painfully sober and himself when he was made to trade his home a bit far from home for a crown which once sat on the forehead of his namesake. Aegon certainly did not wish to take his golden boy to the skies for bloodshed and pain. In fact, he always, though quietly, maintained that Sunfyre was a masterpiece fallen from Seven Heavens. Too exquisite, too regal, too graceful, too beautiful to be a tool of war; no, Sunfyre wasn’t designed for tragedy, it suited him ill.
 But curiously, while all else slipped from his fingers, you remained. You’ve been a friend, loyal and patient when Aegon knew any better than to fall to his knees and worship you, then, a lover, passionate and steadfast even when Aegon was difficult to love even to the flesh that breathed life into him. So, when Aegon had left with a finger under your chin, with his lips on yours, with an ornate armour fit for a king, with a rich velvet cloak cascading down his shoulder, you remained hopeful. Perhaps for the first time, you brought your palms together and turned your eyes to the sky, beyond the clouds where Aegon and Sunfyre eclipsed the beauty of the sun itself to vanquish the enemy, to the Gods. You prayed, you begged to have your husband back.
 “I would be a cripple otherwise”, you had petitioned. “He is half me, I am half him. He is the heart of my heart.”
 Gods had listened, but Gods also delighted in mischief and trickery at the expense of good, undeserving souls. Aegon was brought back to you upon loyal shoulders, unconscious and beyond recognisable with the dark red of his drying blood and the ugly brown of earth caked in his hair, on his face, on what flesh was revealed from his armour.
 Grand Maester Orwyle suggested it was better you did not look. He reasoned it was a sight too ghastly for the fairer sex to behold.
 “He is my husband, for the Seven’s sakes!” You threw decorum out the window when you grabbed the long chain snaked around the Maester’s neck.
 “You will allow me in. Your queen demands it.”
 The man had no choice but to bow his head, to step aside so you would enter the solar repurposed as a second office for the Maesters with a grandiose bed pushed to the end of it, concealed with the heavy drapes of the canopy pulled—what dignity was there for Aegon to preserve? Has he ever had it, anyway? Hasn’t he always been the odd one out, the one disowned at the drop of a hat, over and over again? Nothing precious about him, nothing noteworthy, nothing of value was lost. That has always been his belief; that has always been what he was led to believe.
 “The only time my mother touched me was when she struck me in the face. Even then, I imagine, her breakfast must have heaved in her stomach… She looks upon me as she would a rat caught between the walls,” he’d once confessed over warm, watered-down wine of a Flea Bottom wine sink he’d taken you to.
 “I love you. I desire to love you to the end. I desire to show you that I love you. I do not know how. I was never given it…” His plush lips had twisted into a lopsided smirk, acidic and self-loathing. It must have been him, he always thought. His mother was capable of showing love otherwise. She gave love to a man rotting on his feet, who only ever took her so he would put babes in her womb—and then forget about them and venerate the one he already had. His mother showered Helaena with love, his mother worshipped Aemond after her daily prayer to the Seven, and she never once stopped admiring Daeron even if all he did was pack up and leave. Aegon was left to seek love elsewhere, pitiful bits at a time. That was, until you came along.
 “I fear I will make a mess of it. I muck everything up,” he had sniffled—then, wiped his cheeks on the back of his hand, blinked, and returned to the man unbothered by all, like the scales of a dragon deflecting Scorpion bolts.
 But you knew, oh, you’ve always known. There were cuts within him that never ceased bleeding. The superficial ones were easily remedied with drinks and gathering up of your skirts and the loosening of your bodice. But those? Those needed precious care, all the patience in the world, and a stream of love to rival the supposed stream of Arbor Red that runs across Seven Hells, as Aegon alleged.
 “Tis makes little sense. Why would wine run from a stream? And why in Hells, and not in Heavens?” You’d inquired once.
 He’d shrugged. His brows furrowed in mock disappointment as if you’d failed to grasp a point so explicitly made.
 “So I can enjoy it, of course. How am I to do so if it runs in Heavens?”
 Even the most optimistic of his men shared in hushed whispers their doubts that the king would ever awaken. Some urged that his brother be named Prince Regent at once and overtake the matters of the Realm presently. Some found it treacherous, and what would become of you?
 You were about as concerned with anything beyond the body lying limp on the bed as the brass candelabra that sat beside it. You broke your fast and took your supper beside Aegon, you bathed and read beside him. You curled up to his body and gave your ear to the slow thumping of his heart at nights.
 Aegon got worse before he got better. He came down with the fever, and though Grand Maester reassured you it was a testament to the glorious resilience of the constitution of our king, you were a revenant floating up and down the chamber until his flesh ceased burning from the inside.
 Then, unceremoniously, he awoke.
 His throat was dry, his voice unused. The usual velvety quality was subjugated to raspiness.
 “I mucked it up… again,” I told you I would, he meant to continue, but his tongue felt too heavy.
 Your back was turned to him, your eyes set upon the silhouette of the Street of Silk with its pillow houses growing taller by the day, your nails digging into your palms as if the pain you’ve inflicted upon yourself would miraculously shave off the affliction your beloved husband was no wonder subjected to.
 You flinched. You’ve never quite lost hope, but perhaps, deep down, the reunion you often thought of was one where you would join Aegon, not the one where he would return to you.
 You were on him, and Aegon did not make a sound of pain lest your arms abandoned him. How was it that you were glad and not ashamed to see him? He had expected you to call him over the coals. What sort of man was he anyway, defeated by a single rider with his brother in the sky with him? What sort of king was he anyway, that he failed the one thing any dragon rider would have accomplished as easily as pulling a hair out of butter?
 But you drowned him in kisses and praises bordered on adulation instead. Aegon soon found he strongly preferred your gentle touches and generous flattery to any medicine the Maester could concoct.
 The burns began to scab over soon after, though the pain remained. He would have accepted it easier if it was constant, but instead, it elected to come at odd hours and inconvenient times, striking out of nowhere like a snake coiled in the bushes of the gardens below his window.
 Thereafter, Aegon was once again no stranger to waking up in the hour of the ghosts, with salty sweat burning his deep-set eyes and a sharp, burning pain splitting him open from head to heart like a Valyrian sword. He’d often stay up, though against his wishes this time, stirring and clutching the sheets or the pillows and biting down on his plump lips until teeth tore skin and blood prickled, until the hour of the owl or the nightingale—he’d often lose track—gave way to dawn.
 It was one such night when you awoke, or rather, you were awakened by Aegon’s stirring and grunting, controlled despite the overwhelming agony lest he woke you from your deep slumber. You’ve been the one constant thing of comfort in his life since the moment your fingers intertwined with his. He held your hands like a rider would the reigns of his dragon for fear that he would slip from the saddle and perish, and he intended to only let go to be burned to ashes, stuffed in an urn. No matter the pain, the frustration, the anger, he would behold you and be swiftly reminded that there was at least one good thing in the world still, and so the sun would have a reason to rise for another day. But even the most ardent, noblest love had its limits in the face of nearly-intolerable pain.
  You turned with your heavy eyelids, almost out of reflex, as you often did in your sleep when your bodies separated too far apart for your liking. You hummed with a hand searching for his face, starting at his damp chest and moving up. It was a humid day, an even less bearable eve, and a torturous night that made you sweat as you remained motionless, sticking the soft, silk chemise to your flesh.
 Aegon inhaled a sharp breath, steeled himself, and his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, bringing it to his lips.
 “Nightmare?” You asked. He has been plagued by them all his life. They were few and in-between back then, back when wine could dull them. They became sharper with the weight of the hefty crown on his head. They came in spades with unyielding force until he jumped from the bed and leaned so dangerously low on the stone guards of his balcony to burn his lungs with the night air.
 “No,” he whispered, shuddering and panting.
 You knew, then. In fact, you’ve known the moment you awoke, yet, you wished to be wrong.
 His aches got worse whenever he clenched his teeth all day or in his sleep, and he did so when his stress climbed and overtook ration. Anger often superseded all other senses then, and you often assumed this crippling pain was a defence mechanism instilled by nature within Aegon. It hurt him, yes; seeing him hurt also pained you gravely. But, it was a blessing, it stayed Aegon’s hand from greater destruction. At least, that has been your weak miseration, except, pains often crept upon your husband in the dead of the night, like a cowardly enemy hiding behind the walls.
 “Oh,” you mumbled softly, half with the devotion of a wife falling for her husband more and more each day, and the care of a mother who would feel twice the pain her babe suffered.
 “I should summon the Maester, have him prepare some—”
 “Please, no need, love. I—I shall be better, soon… Just… sleep it off,” Aegon attempted to halt you, speaking through gritted teeth on the verge of shattering.
 If there was ever a soul to match Aegon’s unyielding obstinacy, it was you and your indomitable mulishness. Aegon admitted so, when he kneeled before you and presented you with a newly minted ring impressed with the three-headed dragon of his family, asking for your hand in marriage. It was a jarring sight, the crown prince, the reluctant, forgotten heir under a moth-bitten cloak, brandishing a golden ring so expensive it could buy the entirety of the Bottom and still demand a few silver stags in change. He would not have imprinted the ring with the heraldry of his family, the one that so trenchantly refused him, if he didn’t so ardently wish to do his proposal properly. You deserved nothing less. You were not some pillow wench or a widow, wed to be bred or fill the diminishing coffers.
 “Tis no pain you can sleep off.”
 It was not a bargain he would win. You rolled out of the bed to stick your head out of the door, to ask Ser Criston if he would be so kind as to have Grand Maester Orwyle prepare something for the pain. That was all you needed to relay. The pain only meant one thing, the kind that would’ve put a lesser man in an early grave; not a simple headache or upset stomach, but the pain to dwarf all pains.
 Before long, an ornate silver platter was delivered to you. Upon it was a delicate vial with translucent liquid, and a teapot with matching painted china from Lannisport.
 First, you poured the content of the vial on a cotton cloth, and sat beside Aegon on the edge of the bed.
 His pale cheeks were reddened with the pain that had him clenching and whimpering. His eyes, usually big and bright and oh-so-mischievous, were squinted in exhaustion, forming deep lines between his brows.
 “You should not suffer it alone. You gave me your word you would not anymore,” you whispered, dabbing the cloth on the scabs of his burns, tracing the angry-red-turning-brown from his cheek to his chest.
 It stung at first, and Aegon gasped, closing his eyes and flinching away before he could catch himself. He balled his hand into a fist after that, and braved the pain in pursuit of relief. Truth be told, your presence alone was more relief than any medicine of the Citadel, even when he was nearly certain the pain would blind him.
 “You looked—you looked serene, bathed in the moonlight. Could not—could not dare disturb your slumber.” His voice was low and gravelly despite the grandiose artistry of a pompous bard he attempted to invoke. The corners of his lips twitched up into a faint smile before turning upside down with the pain a gesture as small as that caused.
 “I shall not be swayed by honeyed words, Aegon,” you attempted to be stern, but you knew you were swayed already. He did, too.
 “It passes, love. It always does. Just—just a matter of… patience.”
 Then, when his head lulled on the pillow so he could look at you better; in the pale moonlight, you saw the tears that stained his eyes. The pain was only half the reason for them. Aegon was ashamed to be a burden to you, his lover, that he must protect and provide for as any man with a sliver of chivalry should, not lay in a bed halfway paralyzed. Useless. A burden. An inconvenience. Dependent on the charity of his wife.
 You brushed short, choppy strands of silver that stuck to his damp forehead and cheeks away, and passed your hand over his head until he leaned into your touch.
 “We are a soul split in half,” he once told you, drunk enough to be brave but sober enough to mean every word. He was right. You were privy to the thoughts galloping in his mind.
 “Will you ever understand it to be an insult that you would flee from my care? I wish to care for you.”
 Aegon’s response was averting his eyes and inhaling a deep breath. His burnt hand, on the mend but likely to never regain its motion in entirety, stiffly patted your thigh and remained resting there.
 “Milk, then?”
 The offer was in vain. Once Aegon awoke, he trenchantly refused to be dulled. However maddening the pain might be, he desired to tough it out—sober. There were times his boyish mulishness was endearing, but this wasn’t one of them. You struggled to understand how it would serve him to be crushed under pain unnecessarily when the remedy awaited him in the pot. You were growing impatient with witnessing Aegon’s suffering helplessly.
 “Why must you be so bloody-minded, huh? If this is your twisted idea for self-flagellation, cease it! Whatever imagined failure you punish yourself for does not exist! Whatever perceived shortcoming you may think you have exhibited is a delusion! What does this help? This—this violent suffering in absolute vain?!”
 You rose from the edge of the bed, pacing towards the table with the intent of smashing the pot to bits against the wall. Aegon was torturously reticent at times when he doubted the outcomes of speaking his mind.
 “Nothing!” You spoke, or rather, yelled on his behalf. “Accomplishes nought but further torment!”  
 “I was kept on—on Gods know what when I should have been awake!” Aegon raised his own voice then.
 It was a strong mixture of Sweetsleep and the Milk of the Poppy dissolved in alcohol. The Maesters didn’t want to leave his rest to chance. For a good reason, too, as Aegon grew restless the moment he could move his limbs once again.  
 “I have failed you—you all.” Without his mother to deliver the punishment to his cheek in the form of slaps or his arms in the form of mean pinches that bruised without fail, he had to take the matter into his own hands.
 “You do not even hear me, do you?” You mumbled, hunched on a chair by the table. “I am simply speaking to the walls… you shall believe what you will no matter what.”
 Perhaps it would have pained Aegon less if you kicked up a storm, and turned the chamber upside down until nothing but broken and shattered bits of furniture and glass and torn tapestries remained. But to hear the helpless defeat in your voice instead? The low but unmistakable tinge of exhausted despair entered his ears and trailed down his throat as if he swallowed melted iron hot from a blacksmith’s forge.  
 He let the silence hang above your heads like the scythe of the Stranger for a moment or two that dragged on endlessly, then, he broke it himself. Though that time, his own words came out choked and quiet.
 “You should not have wed me,” he murmured, half in shame and half in agony. “My brother… perhaps half a man in soul and half a petrified gargoyle, but intact in flesh… somewhat. Hah,” Funny how things turned out. Perhaps he deserved this not for the lecherous revelries but for being a passed-out drunk on the steps of Driftmark when his brother was robbed of an eye. “Would’ve served you better all the same.”
 “What nonsense,” you scoffed. His words deserved a harsher response, perhaps, but the notion was so ridiculous to you that all you could do was shake your head in incredulity. “Surely you do not mean it?” Surely, he wishes for a reaction, to elicit a rise from you.
 “Look at me… what good am I to you in this state? A broken man, through and thorough.” Growing bitter by the day, too.
 “You know I would prefer the worst of you to the best of anyone else. Anyone… you know it, Aegon.”
 You approached the bed again under Aegon’s alert gaze. His pale eyes caught the light of the candles; you always thought a bit of Sunfyre was in him.
 “I was not under the naïve assumption that it would be easy when I fell for you.” Your hand reached for his, kissing his knuckles one by one before enveloping it in case he withdrew. “You asked me once if I loved the idea of you. Do you not remember what I said?”
 Aegon looked down with a wistful smile, then, dragged his gaze back to your face.
 “You told me… that whatever I may be, or become, would eclipse what you could ever conjure up.”
 “You did not believe me then, and you certainly do not believe me now.” There was no bite to your words; what little anger rose in your chest was short-lived. You’ve always found it rather difficult to stay mad at Aegon for long. You brought his hand to your cheek and pressed a kiss on his palm.
 “I thought you were mad for it. Twas no easy promise, not when it is me you dedicate—”
 The finger on his lips caught Aegon off-guard, and your soft lips upon his parched ones that followed were always welcome—in fact, they were desperately needed above air and sustenance.
 Your hands cupped his face; his cheeks were full again, though the colour hadn’t returned in full yet. The tip of your nose touched his, and Aegon leaned in to press another kiss to your lips. It was chaste, close-mouthed, like a seal to a missive.
 “I love you,” you whispered against his lips. A hand trailed down to his neck, and another rested on the back of his head, your fingers found their home in his dishevelled hair.
 “I love all of you, down to your very essence. I do not care what the Realm thinks of you. I do not care what you think of yourself. I know you, and I love you.”
 Your lips moved up, planting a kiss on the space between his nose and lips where light hair began to tickle—he was due for a shave— another to his cheek, then another to his jaw, and one more to the dimple in his chin.
 “I love the sound of you, I love the scent of you, I love the feel of you...”
 Aegon drew a deep, shaky breath when your lips moved further down to his neck, then, to his bare chest. His chest began to heave and fall quicker under your lips, blood began to rush down to his breeches. Just like that, so easily, you have worked your magic. A quiet spell fell from your lips, and Aegon snapped out of his self-pity. Well, partially. The Aegon that he was almost getting comfortable with being, the one who hadn’t resented the crown all that terribly anymore, the Aegon that had almost returned to his suave, younger self, would have flipped you on your back by now, hiked your chemise up to your waist and undone the ribbons that held your stockings to your thighs with his teeth, as he often loved to do so to the music of your giggles and gasps. That man would have buried his face between your legs already, but, this man was unsure if he could even please you with his fingers anymore.  
 “Nothing has changed. You have not changed. You feel the same, you taste the same. No one will ever hope to compare,” you whispered against his warm skin, right above the waist of his breeches where a light patch of hair disappeared into and the wet trail of your kisses concluded.
 Aegon was semi-erect when you palmed him through the rough fabric of his trousers. You’d done this more times than even the Maesters could count, and some said they knew infinite numbers. Yet, this time you couldn’t roughly pull at the laces and tug his member until his hips quivered and rose from the mattress to hit the back of your throat, to feel the contraction, to see your eyes widen. No, with shattered bones and scorched flesh, you needed to be cautious in the ways you’ve demonstrated your love.
 You licked your lips as Aegon peered at you intently. A hot palm with cold fingers slipped down Aegon’s trousers and gripped his length, and he shivered with anticipation. How long has it been anyway? Felt like a few lifetimes to him.
 You began by stroking him, then, pulled the waistband down around his thighs, and wrapped your lips around the reddened, crown of his cock. Aegon attempted to push himself deeper, but yielded with a whimper. Your head bobbed to the rhythm of your lover’s moans and muffled praises bleeding into curses, picking up the pace as his panting grew quicker. A hand wrapped around the base of his shaft intent on pushing Aegon to the very peak with touches to his heavy stones, while another ghosted fingers across his abdomen. He laced his fingers in your hair in response, neither pushing nor pulling, simply savouring the privilege of getting to feel you—any part of you—on his fingertips again. He’d realized there was much he’d taken for granted with you, high on the vapours of confidence that he would not be parted from you so untimely and unexpectedly.
 “Love, not—Gods! Not long, now,” he rasped. His better leg began to twitch and bounce, and his manhood in your mouth throbbed with each hollowing of your cheeks. His heart thumped erratically, he was certain you could hear it down between his legs with loud it was. Sweat beaded at his forehead and rolled from his hairline to his neck. Aegon almost always sounded as if he were about to weep when he was brought close to his release. “’Tis only you,” he’d told you once as he’d embraced you on a mattress stuffed with straw in a rented tavern room, “who has ever managed this—to reduce me to a whining fool. Cross my heart.”
 The pit of Aegon’s stomach churned and a brief but nothing less than torridly intense shiver rippled through him. Though he would have gladly traded all his limbs—for what value they held now—to release inside your walls and watch his seed leak out of you, he couldn’t be a choosing beggar until he could cage you under his body again. So, he spilt himself in your mouth, and for a moment, before he began to come down, the entire world consisted of the warmth of your mouth and the throbbing of his cock.  
 It would take the Seven Realms twice over to truly break the spirit this man, your Aegon. You’ve never once doubted it, and he proved you right when his lips quirked into an impish smirk as soon as his breathing began to settle down to a more even beat, and he watched you with dark eyes as you swallowed his load and wiped the drool off your chin.
 “Gods, sometimes I question if I took a Street of Silk whore for a wife,” he teased, though his joke was laced with lust and his voice was husky. He left your hair to caress your cheek, then, reached for your hand to pull you up and closer to him.
 “As if they’d wed you,” you snorted.
 With a hand in your hand, and the burnt one on your hip, Aegon was persistent in pulling you up to himself. It wasn’t so much the climbing him you feared, but the warm dampness between your legs threatened to take the reins until you found yourself seated on his hips, grinding with unprecedented urgency. But neither of you was quite known for your cautious ways, so you found a place to rest right above Aegon’s waist where the burns healed the quickest and the bruised to his ribs faded. With the salty aftertaste of him on your tongue and fatigue beginning to settle, you were ready to cuddle into his good side and slumber for whatever short time you could until dawn broke. Yet, Aegon had different plans altogether. He's never been a man to remain beholden to someone, especially in matters of pleasure.
 So, his fingers snuck under your shift and found your heat like liquid mercury to a magnet. It wasn’t the easiest to pleasure you like this, not when he was spoiled with being used to spreading your legs and pumping his fingers faster each time you whined and attempted to squeeze your thighs together to resist the climax he was beckoning. If you had devised this intricate plan to have him willingly submit to the Maesters, so he would heal as swiftly as his flesh allowed, so he would once again bury himself deep inside you, Aegon would have to admit you have succeeded.
 “C’mere, luv” he tapped on the side of your thigh, coaxing you to move up and up until you were nearly seated on his chest.
 “C’mere, I said,” he feigned annoyance at your reluctance. But it wasn’t so much reluctance as it was confusion. You’d only assumed he wanted you closer so he would get a better look at your glistening cunt, or reach your slit better. So, Aegon had to meet you halfway. With his fingers digging into your bare ass, he slouched with the urgency you wouldn’t have thought his body was capable yet, and he pulled you to his face.
 You gasped his name and held onto the ornate headboard lest you truly sat on his face and gave him another part to ache. You could feel his warm breath on your dampness, and his lips soon began to drag across the sensitive flesh.
 “Do not hover, darlin’, sit. Fear not, you shall do me no harm. I’ve survived worse, I assure you that my wife’s cunt will only do me good.”
 His fingers dug deeper into the tender flesh of your ass, he pulled you down on himself until you could feel the stubble around his lips and chin on you. He gave you a torturously long and slow, flat-tongued lick across your slit and groaned into your warmth. It was mostly muffled when he proclaimed with lust that he “could dine on you forever.”
 Your swollen, sensitive nub was flicked by his nose with each forward thrust of his face to bury his pointed tongue deeper inside you hungrily and to devour you better. The mewls and moans of his name from your lips and your taste on his tongue drove Aegon nearly into madness. He wasn’t sure he could feel pain even if someone took a hacksaw to his legs.
 As Aegon alternated between fucking you with his tongue and swirling his tongue over your slit to collect your slick greedily, your skin heated up and your face grew so hot you suspected your cheeks might catch fire and burn down to sinew. Despite the white-knuckled grip on the headboard, you began to buck your hips into his mouth.
The more Aegon groaned into your cunt and frantically lapped at you, the more you took the name of the Seven in vain, jolted and arched your back with each slight contact of his teeth or a rough brush of his stubble whenever he turned his head to gasp for air. Aegon went on as if he could tirelessly to the ends of days, but your muscles began to tighten and your walls fluttered. Aegon’s hands on your hips stilled you from jerking involuntarily; he did deserve to savour your release after the hard work he’s put in, after all.
 Soon, you were crying out Aegon’s name in ecstasy, hips stuttering while you writhed on his face, sinking your fingers into his hair to pull his head back and away from your cunt to no avail. Slick ran down his chin, and you slumped over with breath hitching and knees weakened by how your limbs cramped and quivered. Though you were prudent enough to lift yourself off of him and roll to the side, Aegon wouldn’t have minded if you decided to remain perched on his face for the rest of the night.
 The chamber was heavy with the unmistakable, musky smell of sweat and sex despite the windows. You both laid with on your backs, panting and chests heaving for a moment. You supposed you might have stumbled if you left the bed now; weak knees and dizzy head hardly made a good combination. A cup of wine shared between your lips and his would’ve served well now, but Aegon’s hand splayed on your warm belly, and he guided you to his side instead.
 “Stay,” he purred, and you did.
 You buried your face against his throat, and he whispered sweet nothings into your hair, inhaling your scent. His hand moved to your back, rubbing comforting circles and tracing patterns you couldn’t quite figure out. Your breath on his neck tickled him ever so slightly, you’ve always known it, but you’ve always enjoyed the stifled chuckles too much to stop. In fact, Aegon wouldn’t have let you if you tried.
 Nothing needed to be said, the silence was intimate and comfortably shared. Aegon preferred it this way; he could never quite do justice to his feelings with words, they often failed him. I love you in Common Tongue wasn’t enough, avy jorrāelan in High Valyrian never sounded right, but to serve you until you moaned loud enough to wake the Red Keep has always felt right. Look how much I’ve grown to learn you, look how I know you like no one else, look how I’ll toil between your legs until my last breath just to see that exhausted, sheepish smile on your face, look how I’ll defy my own nature if I must to hear my name fall from your lips just once more. It felt right to you, too. You’ve seen Aegon at his most vulnerable, you touched his hair as he wept on your lap, you fought over insignificant things that always ended with shattered vases and broken goblets and your bodies tangled like the stems of summer daisies, you’ve seen too much of his love to need to hear the words anymore. They were sorely paled in comparison to this silence that you shared. And tonight, Aegon has felt better than he has in a long while; the damage to his pride healed by your gentle hands and his mind was taken off self-pity that brewed and festered.
 The Maesters might have saved Aegon’s flesh, but he was certain, as you drifted off and his eyes trailed off to the starless night beyond his window, that you have saved his spirit.
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