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pagemasters · 2 months

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BABY’S FIRST FIC!!!

Author’s notes: So after reading so many for years I thought maybe it’s my turn to take a crack at it. There’s I think 3 parts to this, with the first one having basically no smut and mostly platonic fluff between Az and Feyre, but part 3? Can’t say the same thing for the middle Archeron sister lmao

I swear this started out to be one part but the story told me otherwise, part 2 is fully drafted I’m just revising and editing

I’m a very visual person, so enjoy the floor plan of the nursery and a rough sketch of what I think her mural would be and the star! I am a painter if it wasn’t obvious so the whole portion on starfall stars is actually based on how Bob Ross paints his northern lights, just with modifications BUT I haven’t tried it myself for this specific purpose. Also the colour of Feyre and Rhys’s stars are the colours of the first ones that hit them during Starfall btw! I love the platonic relationships between the inner circle and we don’t get enough of it

If you enjoyed it I would love u forever if you let me know!! :)

Ps. Omg dialogue is so difficult to make realistic but also in character, none of that “hey big brother” etc. shit you see in tv shows where you’re like who tf says that to their sibling ?? Ps.ps. I haven’t taken an English writing class for 5 years so if punctuation was wrong let’s pretend it wasn’t LMAO

I CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO AO3 LINK BUT IT’S ON THERE WITH THE SAME USERNAME LOL SORRY

Summary:

Azriel spends the day with Feyre, only to get caught in the rain on the way home. Good thing the townhouse is empty. Or is it…

CHAPTER ONE: DAYDREAMING

The rain finally decided to make its appearance as Azriel stepped out of the River house. Taking a deep breath, he let the soothing scent wash over him as he relaxed his wings.

The meeting with Rhys was short, just a weekly update on the goings around the other courts and allies, nothing that required the full inner circle to make an appearance. Something he knew after centuries of this work should be a good thing, but it doesn’t stop the pang in his chest at the missed opportunity of seeing her.

Not that he didn’t try to catch a glimpse of her. He did take a walk through the beautiful home his brother had built for his mate after seeing him, the smell of cedar and masonry long since faded from the construction days; replaced with flowers and candles and the dinner his shadows whispered Nuala and Cerridwen were working on. The scent of paint lingered though, and he discovered the reason why as he got to the residential wing. His High Lady wasn’t in her studio, but he found her nonetheless with a brush in her tattooed hand.

“I think you missed a spot.” Az said from the doorway, trying to repress his smile at her startled reaction. Even though Feyre and Rhys opted for doorways fashioned with wings in mind, he kept his drawn in tight, not wanting to risk smearing her paint as he stepped inside.

“Rhys won’t let me use the step ladder without him holding it. And me. And the bump.” Feyre twisted to look up from her spot on the floor and smiled in greeting before lowering the brush to pat her stomach in emphasis. She gave her mate’s antics an affectionate eye roll and shake of her head before releasing a heavy sigh, glancing back at her work.

“If I remember correctly,” Az teased, “you are prone to falling quite spectacularly.”

She let out an indignat squawk so loud he had to bite his lips to prevent laughing, her body spinning so fast to face him fully that paint ended up splattering from her brush to the white drop cloth.

Their flying lessons had ceased for the most part since the war, so watching her fly into a tree or eat rocks wasn’t as common an occurrence— but that’s not to say that still doesn’t happen. Knowledge he happens to be privy to not just as her flight teacher, but as the spymaster, something she’s very aware of if the narrowing of her eyes and mouth hanging open are any indication.

It’s hard not to notice the similarities between the sisters, when even with your eyes closed the cadence of their speech was also similar. But it was never so apparent between youngest and oldest Archeron as when Feyre’s eyes pinned him in place, the expression of mock outrage was so much like Nesta’s it was almost comical.

“Ruuuude,” she said, drawing the word out in a whine with pouted lips, no doubt remembering the amount of face plants he’d witnessed when she first began to fly. “I see how you treat your High Lady, Shadowsinger. Just wait, it’s not too late for me to paint a little something in your bedroom.”

“And here I thought pouting and grumbling was beneath royalty, at least you can say you’re a tree hugger.”

She gave him a gesture that was certainly beneath royalty, and he didn’t hold back his chuckle this time.

“What gave you that idea, have you even met Rhys?”

“Oh trust me, you should’ve seen him when we were kids.” He said, grabbing her hands to help her stand. “He discovered in a book that while bat wings look identical to ours, the anatomy of their wing is labeled similar to that of the hand. So for them, their talons are their thumbs. After that, he took it upon himself to hang upside down in silent protest whenever he was mad, but didn’t want his mother to wash his mouth out with soap for swearing.”

“He did not.”

“Mhmm, until his faced turned purple.”

“And where were you and Cass for all this?” Feyre said through her giggling, a wide grin of unrestrained joy plastered on her face.

“He couldn’t have done it alone, a thumbs down by yourself would look stupid.”

“Ah yes, because the three of you hanging upside down like overgrown bats isn’t ridiculous.” She cackled, “How long until he gave it up?”

“A few weeks. After Cassian passed out in the middle of camp and we all got broken capillaries on our faces. Still, a better alternative than the awful tasting soap in Illyria.”

“What, as opposed to other tasting soap?” He just shrugged, smiling.

Rhys’s mom’s reaction to warriors dragging them across the rocky ground home was as lively in his memory as she was when she berated them when her son fessed up. She was less thrilled to hear the real reason than Devlon was having passed out children strewn about the place, but she never did call them out on the lie they fed to Devlon about it being a dare when he came banging on their door. That night though when they were more lucid, she brought them on foot to one of the mountains surrounding their outpost and stood them at the opening of a cave. He still remembers the eyes he felt on them, the warning bells ringing from his shadows as she gestures her hands out and said, “If you want to act like bats, you can join them; or you can toughen up, learn how and when to pick battles and what hills are worth to dying on. Because there will be more people who will piss you off, but this is not an option when you’re leading armies. So,” her hazel eyes meeting each of theirs, “What will it be? Do you want to stay here or take the soap and fly right on home.” Needless to say they bolted home with the taste of pine tar suds coating their mouths like a film no amount of water could rid them of the taste. He could still feel the eyes of whatever was in that cave the entire way home, but thank the cauldron he could fly at that point. His heart ached at the memory of the female, the one he knew picked a low cave for him to make her point, just in case. The one his shadows caught a few times after that upside down on the couch after a rough day when she thought she was alone.

As Feyre’s amusement continued with eyes glazed over—no doubt having a silent conversation with Rhys—Az cleared his throat, his shadows pulling back as he gestured to their surroundings and asked, “So how’s the nursery coming along?”

“It’s going great,” she replied after a moment, her laughter subsiding as she surveyed the mural. “I know it’s not geographically correct, and that Starfall and the time when our courts insignia’s stars show don’t overlap, but I couldn’t not include them. I want him and any possible future child to see the night court as I did when I first fell in love with it and their dad.”

Indeed, while he knew Rhys was already in love with her, he got to watch Feyre love him back as much as he deserved in real time the longer she was here. And the way she captured the land they all loved so much here was… breathtaking.

On the wall that held the doorway he just stepped through lay the mountain with the moonstone palace atop it. The first place she saw here. They both knew where the doors to Hewn city rest below, but it was covered by the landscape. As if there were no room for nightmares in this room, even if it was a court this babe may one day rule.

“I have no idea how you made that mountain so realistic,” he said to her in awe, pointing to the painting adjacent to the wall they just looked at.

“The crib is going to go right below it when the rooms done. I want it to watch over him.” She replied almost reverently as she looked up.

The mountain was the tallest of the three she painted, and it looked just as it had on his trek up there with his brothers during the rite. Physically it was practically stone for stone, those three stars lines up overhead perfectly, but the energy differed. Instead of the cold and foreboding thing he remembered on the way up, it seemed almost… euphoric? As if the wild joy and love Rhysand, Cassian and he felt as they made their way to the top and won seeped its way onto the painting. Like the unyielding strength from that mountain and what it brought out of them would guide and protect him, just like it did for the three winged dots surrounding the monolith at the tip. How that was even possible was beyond him.

He could barely tear his gaze away, but snickered as he saw the tiny but recognizable building at the base of it to the right. “The cabin, huh?”

“Of course, gotta prep him for one day kicking all of your asses during your snowball fight.” She added, blushing. “I put few snowballs flying just for good luck.”

Though he knew the other reason the cabin was significant to Feyre and Rhys, the thought of his future nephew joining their game warmed him. But It did make trying not to focus on other non-winged and winged babies that could one day join in the snowball fight impossible. Children have always been an abstract idea, a figment he knew existed but besides Rhys’s sister, he wasn’t around. And after what happened to her… He thought for a long time he would never have one of his own, but that sentiment start to change in recent years. He could avoid it most days though, but being surrounded by the baby stuff made the hypothetical harder to ignore. The thoughts on if he’d have his own little ones propped on his hip and curled into his chest with their chubby cheeks and inquisitive eyes. If they would have his hazel or her golden brown ones, or something different if they adopted. Would their little hands or clothes or hair get caught in the scales of his armour just like hers did when he took her on her first flight to the town house from the House of Wind, when he held her for the first time. Would Elain… Az paused, stopping that train of thought before it just twisted the knife even further, seeing more things he can’t have.

His shadows began to circle him, and if Feyre noticed she politely didn’t comment on it before pointing out what she was working on when he interrupted her.

To the right of the cabin and right were she was sat Velaris, and it really did look like a city of starlight with how she painted the glowing nightscape. He could make out the four markets that were the heart of the city, with extra emphasis on where the town house sat along with the new residence they were currently in. Bisecting through it all, the Sidra River looked so realistic he could probably skip a rock across its surface. It flowed like a living thing, reflecting the lights from the buildings on its edge and even the stars above. Two of which weren’t normal stars.

Above the city proper and even the flat topped mountain that held the House of Wind was the beginnings of starfall.

“How-“Azriel could barely get out, “how is this even possible?”

“Perks of now being immortal; plenty of time to practice. And having a husband with wings who takes you to get aerial views.” She simply said gesturing to their city, as if she didn’t create magic with swipes of colours.

“The green one is mine, and the light blue one is Rhys’s. I’m planning to get everyone to add their own star to the wall.” Now looking him, she smirked. “Which means you came at a perfect time, Shadowsinger. Your turn.”

He gave her an unbelieving expression, shadows instantly vanishing. “You can’t be serious.”

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, “if I trust Cassian with a paintbrush, you’ll be fine. He’s coming by in a few days when he gets a free moment, Nesta and her two friends are keeping him busy with training.” Nesta is keeping him busy with more than just that, it’s a wonder he even has energy to train them.

But looking at Rhysand’s mate, Azriel saw her glow in a way different from her powers. Feyre radiated joy as her hand cradled her stomach despite barely showing, not caring about paint getting on her already splattered clothes. For his brother, for the friend beside him and his nephew in her womb, he removed his jacket and let out a resounding sigh in defeat. “What do you need me to do?”

So Feyre excitedly brought him over to her pile of paint tubes on the drop cloth. She grabbed the white and as he selected the colour phthalo blue she went off to prep the clean, dry brushes and a fresh palette for him.

“So pick the area of the sky you want your star to be, I’d like to keep the inner circle’s additions mostly above Velaris, but I’ll add tiny ones fading out once everyone is done. Amren and Mor are away, Cass is busy and who knows if or when Nesta would want to contribute. That means besides Rhys and I, you have the pick of the litter.”

“What about Elain?” He asked, trying to keep his voice and face as neutral as possible when she handed him a 3 inch brush already dipped in his blue.

“I’ll drag her in here after dinner when she gets in from the garden. The colour of the sky is already dry which is the important part, so there’s no time constraint on when everyone adds theirs besides my due date.” She gave him a knowing smile which he dutifully ignored, along with the disappointment in his chest as she confirmed Elain wasn’t in. “Now I want you to cover a large area of where you generally want the shape of the star to go, it doesn’t have to be perfect but cover much more than you think you’d need to.”

He hesitates, “won’t this cover up your sky? It’s a dark colour.”

“Just trust me.”

He followed her instructions, cringing as his brush made contact with her beautiful wall and went over the faint background stars she had already done, but relaxed when he saw they were still partially visible.

Az looked back at her, seeing his shadows lazily inspecting them, as if they wanted a part in the activity their master is occupied with. Feyre playfully eyed the curious one that grazed her hand as she took his current brush from his scarred hand to switch it. “Now with this fan brush, I want you to coat it in the white paint. And as you do so, get a feel for how the bristles bend and move.”

Doing as High Lady said, he got her guidance once he brought the loaded brush to the wall, being sure to dab, not swipe the white in a near full coverage circle followed by a line over the shade of blue he had no idea how to pronounce.

“So this is where the magic begins,” she stated when he finished and passed a third brush over, a flat paddle one identical to the first and this time a cloth. “You see that perfectly clean teardrop you made? You’re gonna ruin it.”

At the alarmed look he gave her, she just cackled. “I knew you’d make that face, Rhys did the exact same. I want you to very lightly swipe the brush starting at the largest end of the teardrop and out towards the tail of the star. That’s the only motion you’ll be doing. And after each swipe you can gently wipe off the brush before starting again. You can also practice the strokes around the mountain until you feel ready like Rhys did, the sky there is also dry.”

With a deep breath, he took a step away and tried it until he felt like he got the technique she wanted down. This was for his family, he reminded himself, he will not let his nephew down. And despite getting her nod of approval, he still felt like he was going in blind as he did what she said and his jaw dropped.

Well shit. Now he understood why she wanted him to put down the colour he chose first.

“The blue is actually transparent; so while it looks dark in the tube, it blends out much lighter. Especially with white under or overtop. You’re doing wet-on-wet blending.” What was once just a bright blob over blue so dark you couldn’t see it on her perfect walls, he could now see how the white faded. How the light and the dark mixed until they became one. So Az wiped the excess off his brush, and continued on and on until it looked similar enough to what she and Rhys created. They fell into a rhythm, Feyre handing him back the fan brush to brighten or a new one with bristles so impossibly soft as they worked as a team. She barely had to tell him what to do now, so with next to no pressure he feathered it out vertical rather than the almost horizontal strokes from before, until only a streak of blue light remained. They could’ve been at this for minutes or hours, he had no idea. He didn’t even question her instruction to use a densely bristled tool he could’ve sworn was a toothbrush to flick on watered down white paint for the star trail.

“This is incredible, Feyre.” He stated, stepping back at last.

“That wasn’t me, that was all you my friend.” She grinned at him. “Once everyone’s is dry, I’m adding a sheer shimmery paint to make them pop, but even without it you did a beautiful job.”

He felt heat rise to his face, and inclined his head in thanks without removing his eyes from the wall.

“You certainly have an eye for this, Az. Care to quit and become a painter? I could use an assistant.”

A chill went through him, and he started to turn in her direction before the window caught his attention. Dusk must have fallen along with the rain who knows how long ago. About to rub his temples, Feyre squeaked out a warning before he remembered the task at hand and looked down at himself. The plain black long sleeve shirt covered in splatters didn’t matter, he goes through them like water for work but the paint coating his skin made his stomach drop the same way her jest did. Much different than the red he was used to seeing there, all the blood he still couldn’t wash away.

He can paint a picture with his knife, but nothing like Feyre’s ability of creation. Each slash he makes as delicate and precise a dance as any Nesta favours, but instead it’s to a symphony of screams. And unlike Elain… the only soil he sees is grave dirt. If the bodies make it that far.

His work is never meant to been seen by others, it’s means to and end, a way to protect his family and his court. Unlike their work, where it would be a crime to hide it from the world.

“Tempting offer, Cursebreaker,” Az murmured, swapping the dirty cloth for a damp one his shadows brought him. Paying close attention to his siphons and not his scars, he still didn’t feel clean enough no matter how hard he wiped the paint from his skin. “Sadly, I don’t think your mate would be too thrilled to have to hire someone else to feed the creatures in Hewn City.”

She snorted, making a lighthearted comment about at least no one had to feed Byraxis, for now… The forced tease in her voice didn’t fool him as she realized she must’ve hit a nerve, but he appreciated her effort anyway.

“I do have to head out, but I’ll pop by soon to see the progress when I drop off paperwork.” He told her, his lips pressed to the top of her head and shockingly made contact with her hair in a brief farewell. Rhys must’ve lessened the shield knowing Az was with her, but not by much considering both her and the babe’s scent was still concealed.

Feyre did invited him to stay for dinner which he politely declined. It wouldn’t be served for an hour, but he needed space and to fly to clear his head—still feeling like if he looked down he’d be dripping blood that didn’t belong to him as he made his was out. He did try not to rush out as he walk through the maze of supplies strewn about the covered floor, keeping his wings high even as his shadows tugged at him, but he had a feeling she knew his reason for leaving. Well, at least the other reason.

Lightning cracks through the sky, snapping Azriel out of his memories. Damn, He must be more tired than he thought. If breaking one of the cardinal rules of flying—also known as “PAY ATTENTION JACKASS!” by his brothers when they taught him—wasn’t enough, he’s not even going to the right place. Despite not living there for years, he’d been heading towards the town house and not the House of Wind.

The storm just seems to be picking up, but at least with the downpour he no longer felt the warm spray of blood coating him rather than the paint, he just felt nothing at all. Well, nothing besides wanting to get the fuck home. Az really didn’t have the energy to fly up a mountain or winnowing through this even if it wouldn’t be his first time. But considering how often lightning hits the rocks rather than the surrounding city, crashing at the town house is easiest. It’s for the best, with it sitting empty now. At least he’d be alone.

Az pauses mid-flight though, when he notices the lights already on inside. And the smoke rising from the chimney only to dissipate in the rain.

What the hell? Who would be dumb enough to break into their high lord and inner circle’s home? It’s not like it’s broadcasted who owns the house but it’s pretty common knowledge after this long.

At least storms can be a great tool for his field of work, it’s almost a blessing in disguise he plans to use to its full advantage. Landing atop the roof as gently as possible, he ensures his wing beat blends in with the rain like it has hundreds of times before. Using his siphons to unlock the door and slipping inside, the creak of the hinge merely just a gust of wind as he shuts it behind him.

That’s when the smell of jasmine and honey hits him so strongly he has to bite back his moan. But it seems like he was the only one who did.

Because mixed within that scent ingrained in his brain, is Elain’s arousal.

And she’s…

Oh fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

#elriel #sarah j maas #Baby’s first fic #Fluff #platonic love #bob Ross who?#There will be smut I promise #Az has baby fever?#elain archeron #feyre archeron #azriel

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misspearly1 · 2 years

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Day One: Size Difference - Joel Miller

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WC: 6.1k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Mutual Pining. Smut. Unprotected PIV sex. Size Difference kink & Praise kink. (This one's on me, I can't help but include some sexy southern praises from Joel lmao) Reader is a little shy. Joel makes reader feel small and petite, no matter her actual size - he's just bigger than her in every way. AN: I didn't plan for this to be so long, but words just kept spilling and here we are 6k later haha. Enjoy my loves, this is only the first of many and I hope this kinktober was worth the wait <3

You’ve never really considered yourself to be a small woman, sure there are people out there that are taller than you and there are people out there who are shorter than you as well, but you haven’t really put much thought about your height until you came across a man named Joel Miller.

He, compared to you, feels like a giant. He isn’t a giant of course, but just standing beside him and having to bend your neck slightly to look up into his dreamy brown eyes says something. There are other people here in Jackson who are mighty tall too, Jesse or Eugene for example, but they don’t make you feel small like the way Joel Miller does. Oh no.

There’s something else different about him that makes you feel small, something intimidating… sexually intimidating. When you’re around Joel, you actually become aware of the size difference, all of the size differences actually. His hands are much larger than yours, his shoes are huge, arms beefed out with muscles that make yours look pathetic, calves, thighs and back are also beefed out with muscles over twenty years worth of keeping fit, but his chest is most impressive.

You’ve caught a glimpse of Joel without a shirt once and that image was burned into your memory forever. He's hairy, enough that you’ve thought about running your fingers through, strong and wide chested which has caught you off guard multiple times now, especially in close quarter situations where you feel like you're being caged in by the man.

You’d give anything to hug him, to really hug him, like sit in his lap and let his arms wrap around you. Arguing with yourself that it’s just his rugged handsomeness and quiet exterior that you're drawn to, you’ve come to the conclusion after your most recent encounter with the man that it’s actually his size difference that's driving you crazy the most.

Your most recent encounter with Joel almost caused you to embarrass yourself and reveal your little crush on him, but thankfully due to his oblivious and carefree nature, he didn’t take notice and you were safe. It happened on a group patrol last week when Joel was showing you the ins and outs.

He was showing you how to properly approach seemingly empty buildings and search the place, then he showed you how to make use of your supplies and weapons judging on the size or quantity of infected. If there is just one, you take it out with a knife, if there are more, use fire effectively to kill multiple at once, and lastly, if it’s a bloater, use everything you’ve got or get out of there.

Everything was going great and you were learning a lot, until things took a turn for the worst when you entered a small block of apartments. The group split up in pairs to search the building thoroughly and when there was a bloater in one of the apartments that Joel noticed before you did, he grabbed your arm before you could alert your position and pulled you back to the wall.

The manoeuvre was just to prevent you from making a grave mistake, although the stance he took and held over you was throwing you completely off balance. Both of you were wearing masks to protect yourselves against the spores, the building was dark and dusty, but in that moment with both of Joel’s hands placed to the wall behind your head, his large and broad chest in your face, it couldn’t be any more clear for you that it was his size difference that turns you on.

It turned you right there and then, especially when he placed his thumb and forefinger to your chin, tilting your head back to look up into his eyes so he could ask if you were okay. A faint breathy moan is what escaped your lips in reply. A subtle nod of your head answered his question before he looked away, thankfully right before your legs squeezed together. He didn’t notice then how aroused you were, and he isn’t around right now to see how aroused you are again just thinking about it.

The man took you out of there quickly, then proceeded to take a few others from the group who had more experience back into the block of apartments to kill the bloater. You heard the commotion from outside, hoped and prayed that everything went smoothly and when they all emerged unharmed, you asked Joel for extra help. You wanted to be at their level of fighting skills, to be one of the people that he can call on should a situation like this ever arise again.

However, today is the day you planned to meet up with him and undergo some one-on-one lessons, and although you're nervous as hell to be around him since last week's incident, you need to learn how to fight as well as he and others in Jackson do. You’re a part of this community now, have been for the last year, and it’s time now to learn everything that you should have long ago.

Before you found Jackson, you were in another group that did things very differently, which ultimately caused their demise in the end. They taught you to always take the stealthy approach, sneak around the infected and slip by unnoticed, which you did exceptionally well, however it was because of this fighting technique that resulted in the surrounding area of their camp becoming more and more crowded with infected until they eventually closed in.

And before you found that camp, your mother and father had always protected you. They still try to even now, but their age is catching up with them and it’s just another reason for you to make a change. A few weeks after they called it quits with patrols - or in other words, they retired - you joined up to the group patrols, thus bringing you here now as you make your way over to Joel’s house.

Thankfully, it's the beginning of summer so it’s not too cold or too hot just yet, though in a few weeks you know it’s going to be sweltering and your choice of clothing today is purely practical; shorts and a vest - perfect for the task ahead and weather all around.

While you may have accidentally put on a pair of clothes that are one size small, they actually fit rather well, but are tight in specific areas - areas that you want Joel to notice. You wouldn’t normally opt for this type of clothing if you were going beyond the walls, but since Joel detailed that your first lesson will be held in his backyard, you figured it wouldn’t cause much of a problem to wear more of a skin revealing outfit.

Besides, you’ve passed at least three or four people wearing shorts and vests just like yourself on your way to his house. You know it won’t be a problem, you’re just getting inside of your own head because you’re hoping it will grab his attention and that's what's causing you to overthink.

Reaching his home after a leisurely stroll, you stop at the base of his porch steps and take a minute to calm down your anxiousness. He’s just a guy that you have a crush on, how problematic can it be to learn an important thing or two from him about fighting off infected?

I’m fussing over nothing. You conclude with your inner voice then climb the stairs with some newfound confidence. Knocking on his door three times, you wait a few moments before hearing him calling for you to just come inside. “Hey, it’s just me.” You call out, even though you know he is expecting you, it’s just to be well mannered and all.

When he yells back, reporting that he’s in the backyard, you make your way through the laundry room and out the back door, bracing for his look of disgust that never came. Joel wasn’t even looking at you or your outfit, he was too busy assorting three long planks of wood on the table top, stacking them up on top of each other. On the grass below lay a whole mess of wood shavings and wood blocks. “Hi.” You greet him again, this time with a small wave.

“Morning. You’re a little early, Y/N. Let me finish up here, then we’ll get started.” He speaks with an authoritative tone, which makes you yearn to hear him say other, more sexual things, in an authoritative tone of voice. Snapping out of your drooling, you remember your manners and move towards him, offering your help. “Is there anything I can do… With whatever this is that you’re doing?”

“It’s just wood.” Joel chuckles softly before finally standing up straight to look at you. He brings a hand up to block the sun from his eyes and you fight the urge to smile when seeing his eyes dart down your body for a split second, no disgust, but he does quickly avert his gaze and asks. “I was gonna to sand down the blocks. You actually wanna help with that?”

“Sure.” You shrug, nodding. “Doesn’t look too complicated.”

“Alright then.” Joel chuckles again, which sounded more of a scoff this time, as if he couldn't believe that you actually wanted to help. Turning away from you, he heads into his garden shed to retrieve something then comes back out holding two large duffle bags filled with tools. After rifling through one of them, he hands you a pair of gloves then a sandpaper holder. “Soften the surfaces with this and take your time with it too, I don’t want any splinters.”

“Okay.” You chirp with optimism and ignore his belittling attitude before starting with the closest block of wood. It was a large cut, probably a weight you would struggle to lift whereas Joel would have no problem with it, and seeing as though it was just laying on the grass, you just knelt down instead of attempting to pick it up.

After putting your gloves on, you start sanding down each surface carefully while noticing the way Joel kept looking over to you in the corner of your eyes. You hoped that he was stealing glances of those areas of your body that were accentuated with your tight clothes, but he was actually just checking that you were doing your task properly.

It sucks that he doesn't seem interested, but at least now you know for sure and you can move on from your silly little crush. Which means you can stop making an effort to look good in front of him too. Kneeling to the floor properly now without a care of how you look, you rest your weight on your heels and focus on the block of wood, tilting it over to sand each new ragged face until it is smooth.

You’ve heard about Joel and his workshop, about how he crafted a couple handmade guitars for some of the residents and it makes you wonder if he’s using these blocks for something else. You fail to see how he can make a guitar out of a square block, it’s too chunky and definitely not long enough, but maybe he could make one of those other guitars, the littles ones.

“Hey, what are those little guitars called again, I forgot?” You ask after trying to remember the name of them, but to no avail. When there was no answer from Joel, you thought that maybe he didn’t remember either. "Oh, Ukulele. That's it." You tut to yourself upon remembering the name, though there was still no answer from Joel.

Turning to look at him, curious as to what has him so occupied that he can't answer you, it becomes quite clear when you witness him quickly look away with a sigh, acting like the planks of wood were hard work for him to move around. They weren't, he wasn't even moving them - Joel was staring at your ass.

So, he did take notice of the clothes after all. You say to yourself silently, wondering how you could make use of your outfit to get more reactions out of him. Leaning forward very subtly, you play it off like you needed a better angle to sand the wood block and the sound of him clearing his throat was victorious. It was more of a choked grunt catching in his throat, which gave you the confidence to push some more with your teasing tactics.

Spreading your legs apart just a little, acting as if your thighs were sore from sitting in the position, you arch your back too and it worked beautifully as Joel drops his hand to readjust himself. Thankfully the strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes kept him from noticing that you could see him clearly easing the ache in his crotch.

You wanted to laugh so bad. It was amusing knowing he is struggling, but you kept on with your poker face and wore an expression of focus while you work. A few moments later though, you stop to straighten your back and wipe the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand.

“Phew!” You huff, fanning your vest shirt to circulate the air around your flushed skin. It’s hot today, and although you’re mostly working up a sweat from the consistent back and forth action of sanding wood, you’re also working up a sweat because of Joel as he, too, was feeling the heat.

Moisture was gathering on his forehead and there was a thin damp trail lining the back of his shirt, the sight sexy to look at each time he turned his back to you. All you wanted right there and then is see his top half naked again, the memory of it in your mind isn’t enough, thus causing you to sigh with need.

“You know, if yer need a drink all yer gotta do is just ask.” Joel offers, his tone coming across a tad frustrated. Gee, I wonder why? Laughing on the inside, you look over to him, still fanning your vest - which you noticed him drop his eyes to look at - then replied. “Okay then. I’d like a drink please, Joel.”

With a curt nod in reply, he removes his gloves and sets them down on the table top before heading inside the house. You hear the tap running and glasses clinking, but there was a long pause after the tap was turned off and when the man came back outside, your first immediate thought when seeing him was, ‘oh shit, he knows’.

Joel came back outside, shirtless, holding a glass of water in each hand and instead of just handing one over to you like any normal, sane person would, he decided to kneel down to the grass beside you first, maintaining your eye contact, then handed it over.

Taking the glass from him with wide eyes, you know for a fact that he is doing this purposely to get back at you simply because of the way the corners of his lips twitch. He was fighting back the urge to smile and laugh. You probably look like a deer in the headlights to him and he thinks it’s funny.

You can’t even say that you’re angry about it either because you wanted to see him shirtless again and goddammit does he look good right now. Especially when he takes a drink of water, the droplets rolling down his sharp chin then down his tanned, muscled neck ever so slowly like he was advertising some beer commercial.

Watching his adams apple bob with each gulp he took and licking your lips with your dirty thoughts, you now fight an urge to let your eyes drop to where you want to look most. His chest and stomach were so close to you, so large and tempting to reach out and touch, but you can’t do that. It would be wrong and certainly overstepping his boundaries.

Instead, you look away and take a drink of water, to coat your dry mouth after staring at him for so long, however his proximity to you was still so close and you could still see him the corner of your eyes. The hairs in between his pecs, or the little trail of hairs over his belly button, leading into his jeans, the strong muscular veins in his hands and forearms. It didn’t matter that you looked away because you could still see everything.

“I need to use your bathroom.” Standing from the floor upon feeling lightheaded and dizzy, Joel stood up from the floor too and it just made everything worse. He’s so fucking tall, your head is level with his brawny man boobs, and you would even go as far as saying they’re bigger than yours, though his are purely made of strength, whereas yours is made up of fleshy tissue. “Where do I go?” You ask, diverting your attention back to the original task which is to step away for a moment and catch your breath, otherwise he’ll be picking you up off the floor very soon.

“Go inside, out the laundry room then it’s the door to your left.” Nodding to him, you manage to whisper a small thankyou before your legs quickly carry you inside his house. You’re a mess, a soaking wet mess and you can feel it dampening your underwear. All that confidence you had just a few moments ago vanished and you need to get yourself together.

Finding the bathroom and taking a whole minute to cool off, your cheeks were blushing red and your chest was on fire, still worked up over his actions just now. After finishing off your glass of water, you filled it up again in his sink and exited the room while gulping back the substance to drown your nerves.

Why does he make me feel so nervous? And why the hell do I love it?! You argue with yourself internally, completely bypassing the man sitting on the stairs as you walk past - until he speaks. “What’s the matter, darlin’?” He asks seductively, causing you to choke with surprise.

Turning quickly, you puff out a heavy breath of air from the shock of his voice and lean against the banister, lifting your arm to wipe away the water that had escaped your lips. “Jesus, you startled me.” You scoff, to which Joel responds by lifting his hand to rub your chin, wiping away the water you had missed.

Gasping from the action, he now allows himself to fully smirk and drags his thumb across your bottom lip, crooking one brow. “You sound so pretty when you choke.” I’m dreaming, right? This isn’t real, I passed out in the bathroom and this is a dream...

Panicking with your inside voice, your heart was practically leaping out of your chest with his thumb gently pulling your bottom lip down, as if he were opening your mouth. If you felt sexually intimidated by him before, then he has just cranked it up a few notches and blown off the Richter scale. You felt a flood of arousal rush straight to your core - again! Which was causing your thighs to squeeze together - which he most certainly noticed this time, and laughed at. He actually just laughed at you.

“Don’t yer think I’ve noticed what you’ve been doin’?” Dropping his arm now and tilting his head to the side, mockingly, he narrows his eyes. “Wearing those clothes? Moaning to me and squeezing your legs together just now and last week? Or staring at me for long periods of time, hm? Didn’t think I caught on to that, did you babydoll?” He bites his lip, then smirks once more.

“Oh God.” You whisper under your breath, gulping back air as your mouth becomes dry yet again. Joel definitely knows, and not just about you deciding to wear these clothes today, but he knows about your crush… about everything.

“No, I’m far from God-” He chuckles whilst shaking his head. “Just call me by my name, unless you’d prefer to moan it, darlin’.”

“Took y-you long enough t-to notice.” You stutter, finally breaking your silence by backchatting. You found just enough confidence to reply to Joel after feeling so taken aback by his tone and attitude with you. It’s sexy as hell and you want more of it, but you also want to be bold and sexy for him too.

“Yeah, well I had to make sure first, didn’t I?” He retaliates, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he shakes his head at you, as if he was annoyed but his smile said otherwise.

Joel likes your attempt at back chatting, though you felt embarrassed for stuttering, just seeing him so amused gave you some courage, and besides, he has just said that he had to make sure - meaning he has known about your crush for a while and was making sure his suspicions are correct before making a move, therefore… He must like me too.

Coming to a realization with that thought, your silence certainly wasn’t helping and you quickly replied. “And to make sure of what exactly?” Shrugging your shoulders, you feign innocence to the man like you have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about, hoping he would express his thoughts into words. “Enlighten me, Joel.”

“I wanted to make sure that the things I was noticing about you were correct.” He clarifies, then pauses for a second to find the right words upon seeing your disappointment. You wanted more from him, to really hear him get dirty with that mouth of his, and he knows it too.

Joel can visually see what you want without a need for words, the man is good at surveying people and he’s had some time surveying you. Lifting his hand, he beckons you closer with a finger, which you do for him without protest, and your heart still beats fast, panties drenched once again and chest still burning a blaze, but right now, you would do anything he asks of you.

Standing in front of him, just between his legs, the position he was sitting in put his face level with yours and his big dreamy eyes darkened as he whispers. “I wanted to make sure that you really wanted me and it wasn’t just a harmless little crush. That’s why it took me so damn long, darlin’ because..." He pauses, eyes roaming the expanse of your face with a genuine smile on his lips. "Because everything will change between me and you, and I want to be certain that it's what you want."

Nodding, you couldn’t find the words to reply even if you wanted to. You’re so close to him, so close to bringing your dreams into a reality. You’ve pleasured yourself thinking about this, thinking about being caged in by his big strong arms, your cheek resting on his chest as he fucks you until stars appear behind your eyes. You can physically feel the pulse in your nether regions, that’s how desperate you are to let Joel take you right here, right now, but he needs to hear you express your thoughts into words too.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll work on that confidence of yours.” He leans in closer, bringing a thumb up to your bottom lip again. “Now, I did my part y/n, so you gotta do yours and tell me what I need to hear before we go any further - what is it that you want from me?” He asks simply, a clear and simple question; leaving the door open for you to let yourself in - it’s an invitation.

The control is in your hands right here, right now. You could lie to him and say he has got it all wrong, that you’re not interested, but then you would be lying to yourself too. Joel is giving you a choice because you know just by looking in his eyes that he isn’t going to let you go until he’s satisfied with his pleasurable treatment for you. And you want it, you absolutely want his pleasurable treatment.

“I want you.” Is what you say in a breathy moan. Eyes feeling heavy and love drunk, you inhale shakily when feeling his thumb push past your lips. “I need you, Joel.” You clarify, giving him more confirmation, more control. Your eyes close now when feeling the pad of his thumb on your tongue, sealing your lips around him with a suckling bite, he hums deeply with a contented sigh, pleased with your responses.

“Oh, that's a good girl, y/n.” Joel growls a praise, his voice heavy with desire and need. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear, but now you gotta open those eyes for me.”

Doing as he says, you open your eyes and moan at the dark wanton expression on his face. It’s feral, wild. “Atta girl.” Joel praises you again, and it never occurred to you how much you needed to hear him say it before. No one else could hold the power he does in a simple praise.

Suddenly, his thumb on your tongue pushes down, a directional signal for you to kneel and you do. Carefully falling to your knees, your hands land on his thighs to hold yourself steady, to keep you tethered to reality with what’s about to come. Joel removes his thumb and leans back to unbuckle his belt, which is where you now become fully aware of his exceptionally large bulge showing through the fabric of his jeans.

You’ve wondered about his size on many occasions now, wondered if he is large in length or girth, or both, and you’re about to find out. Looking up into his eyes, the man grunts a heavy groan at your expression. “Fuck! You look so pretty on your knees for me, darlin’.”

Working faster to release his cock from the confines of his clothes, lifting his hip up off the step to pull down his jeans and boxers, you watch in awe as his sizable cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. It's big, much bigger than you expected.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna fit sweetheart.” Joel chuckles after seeing your eyes widen. The tip of his cock reaches his belly button, but the length isn’t what made your eyes widen, it's the girth of him. You know just by looking at his dick that you’d struggle to wrap your fingers around him, and just thinking about him entering you makes you wince. “Hey.” He calls for you, pulling your attention back to his eyes with reassurance. “We have all night, doll and we'll both take our time, okay?”

"Okay." Gulping, you nod to him and push past your initial fear. Of course Joel would be big here too, he’s big everywhere else, and it was silly of you to think he would have an average or below average sized cock. There’s nothing average about him. Not even his balls, which look like they would fit nicely in the palm of your hand.

After seeing his thighs tense with need, your own curiosity and desire was growing too impatient and you reached out to cup his sac. “Oh fuck.” He gasps from the contact. Leaning back and spreading his legs apart, you take advantage of the room he was giving you and move between his thighs, already feeling surrounded by him.

You squeeze his thigh with your other hand while placing an experimental kitten lick along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. He twitches, balls pulling up in your hand with the sexiest sounds escaping his lips. His moans were praising your actions, therefore giving you a boost of confidence.

“Joel.” You whisper his name, to which he lifts his head and looks down his body, directly into your eyes. “Gotta keep those eyes open for me.” You smirk, using his own words against now before leaning in and sealing your lips around the tip of his cock.

"Oh, you're a naughty woman." The man grunts through his struggles to keep his eyes open, but no matter how stubborn as he is, he keeps them open for you, watching and living in the moment of you sucking the tip of him softly with skill. Joel knew under all of that shyness there was a impressive, sexy and experienced woman.

After wondering how much you can take, you bury him inside your mouth until it becomes too much, which is more than halfway. And although you felt proud to take that much inside, you wanted to impress him and take more, to be able to bury your nose into the hairs on his mound and sound so pretty for him choking on his cock. You heard Joel loud and clear earlier, he enjoyed hearing you choke on your water and you know now that he was picturing you choking on his length instead.

“I may need your help.” You blurt when releasing him. Removing your hand from his thigh, you wrap it around the base of him and rotate your wrist. “You’re too big for my mouth Joel, it won’t fit.” You tease with a smile, growing more and more confident with each passing second before opening your mouth once more and taking him inside again.

“Oh, it will.” He growls, digging his feet into the floor for leverage. “I’ll help you make it fit, doll - trust me."

Moaning when he places his hand to the back of your head, you didn’t know what you liked most, the feeling of his large cock inside of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, or the fact that his hand is about the size of your head and takes very little for him to hold. The man doesn’t even need to use your hair when pushing you down, burying himself a little deeper and groaning at the sound of you gagging around him, he could keep you in this position if he wanted to, make you choke for air as his cock takes up every inch of space in your throat, yet he didn’t.

Instead, Joel found a comfortable rhythm that benefits you both for his sake of pleasure and your ability to breathe, though whether it be guilt or desire that you aren’t receiving anything, he carefully sat up and slipped his hand down your vest top, holding your soft plump breast in his hand. You went with the latter as that quickly became too little for Joel and he yanked the straps of your vest and bra down, revealing one side of your chest completely for him to caress in the way he really wanted to.

“Hm, sensitive aren’t they?” He mocks as you moan around him, feeling him pinch your nipples. Rolling the bud around, he removes his hand for a second and you watch as he licks the tip of his fingers before returning to circle your bud with his spit. You can physically feel your nipples begin to harden, growing more and more sensitive to every little touch he gives.

Multitasking must be one of Joel’s strong suits as he continues to push your head down on his cock while fondling your breast in a way that uses pleasure to distract the discomfort in your jaw, however just as you begin to feel his balls pull up in your hand and clearly hear him moaning from above, nearing his peak, he abruptly pushes you back with a ragged inhale. “No, not yet, darlin’...your turn.”

Leaning down and planting his lips on yours in a fervent, heated kiss, Joel pulls down your vest shirt all the way, along with your bra. You then gasp when he hooks his fingers inside your shorts to pull them down, though he left your panties on.

“Joel.” You manage to moan out his name when he wraps his arms around your lower back. It made you feel small and you loved it - loved how the sheer size of him made you feel smaller than what you actually are.

Holding onto his shoulders when he leans back, pulling you with him, the man had no issue whatsoever with wrapping your legs around his waist to stand up and walk up the stairs with you held in his arms. Still feeling small, you also felt as light as a feather until Joel had to stop a couple times just to focus on kissing your lips.

You initially thought it was because you were heavy in his arms, but that simply wasn’t the case. He just couldn’t focus on walking while your tongue tangled with his, causing him to push you up against the wall and grunt into your mouth. You were the one making him dizzy now. You were causing him to lose focus and become wild with need.

The man couldn’t wait any longer once he reached the top of the stairs and entered the nearest room to sit you down on a bench. The cool surface sends waves of unexpected pleasure through your body, but when he yanks your hips towards him and rolls his hips into you, it damn near sends you over the edge. “Fuck!” You whine, feeling the desperation radiating from him.

Breaking the kiss, he looks down your body and swipes a finger up your panties, completely slick with your desire. “You know…” He chuckles softly while toying with your underwear, teasing you. “It was hard not to take you last week in that apartment building. When you moaned?” Shaking his head at you, he bites his lip and circles your clit through the fabric. “I was certain then that you wanted me, but the moment wasn’t safe, darlin’, otherwise I would have fucked you against the wall right there and then.”

“Well, we’re safe now.” You whisper. Mouth falling open with a gasp when he slips his fingers inside your panties and teases your entrance.

“We are indeed, babydoll.” Nodding, Joel whispers in agreement that the moment is right. It is safe now, there’s no infected around, no doubts lingering in his mind and there’s nothing stopping him anymore.

“What are you waiting for then?” You ask, feeling the pad of his finger dragging up and down your slit, but not actually touching the areas you want most. His actions worked beautifully in making you yearn for more - he was making you desperate and needy.

“Nothing. Just enjoying the way your pussy reacts to my touch.” Joel smiles, a sweet sinister smile as he continues to not give you what you want. You know he’s doing that to draw a reaction out of you, to make you plead for him, and you do plead because you are too desperate.

“Please, Joel.” You whimper, then jolt against him when he circles your clit. By now, you had soaked his hand, you could feel him rubbing his fingers together and just loving the way you’re gushing for him. You quiver and pulse around nothing, the muscles beginning to form an ache that needs to be caressed. Only on a handful of occasions have you managed to cause yourself a painful ache in your cunt by waiting too long to satiate your sexual needs, but Joel is doing that right now and knows he’s doing it - he knows your cunt is physically aching to be filled.

“Please, what?” He smirks while pressing his forehead to yours and pulling your panties to one side. Joel notches the tip of himself at your entrances and you instantly clench again, the action making him grow impatient now as he asks again. “Please what, Y/N? C’mon doll, tell me what I need to hear, then I’ll give it to yer.”

“I want you inside of me, Joel.” You speak honestly, not caring how shameful and pathetic you sound. “I want you to fuck me right here, make me feel good and cry your name. Please, Joel, just stop teasing me and give it to me.” You sob and gasp, gripping at his forearms as he takes his sweet time by breaching your entrance.

“Nnugh!” Joel whimpers, his teeth gritting from the tightness of your canal. Eyes closing to relish every passing second of him pushing inside, the first thrust is always the most enjoyable and the man just simply wanted to drag it out as long as possible. He’s slow, beautifully fucking slow with his actions, making you feel every vein, ridge and inch until he finally bottoms out with his balls literally pressed against your ass.

“God dammit.” Grunting from the constriction around him, he lowers his forehead to your shoulder and breathes through the powerfully pleasurable sensation. “So much better than I dreamed, darlin’. You’re so warm.” His broken voice croaks into your neck.

“Joel, please - move.” You beg after a few moments adjusting to his size. It felt a little uncomfortable at first, he is bigger than your previous partners, but now that you relax around him, the pleasure rises with insatiable need. You feel so full, completely full in the most beautiful way. Joel hooks his arms under your legs then lifts you off the counter with ease, just emphasising even more how strong he is.

Using the globes of your ass for leverage, he begins lifting you up, leaving only the tip of him inside before sinking you back down again, still keeping to a beautifully slow pace. You tilt your head and rest your cheek to his shoulder, breathing broken moans into his neck while taking every grinding thrust he gives. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the size of him was pleasing and breath-taking, exhausting.

“Fuck. Keep squeezing me, babydoll.” Joel babbles, then buries his face into your neck again, this time planting kisses to your skin. Only after he had marked up your neck with a satisfying amount of love bites, he then kissed your lips, swallowing all your mewling whimpers.

Opening your eyes upon feeling him toss his head back with a grunting moan of your name, you look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of yourself in a full body mirror by the door and the sight pushes you over the edge. Joel made you look petite, holding you in his mighty strong arms, while fucking you senseless.

His size difference is what drove you to orgasm.

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theywhoshantbenamed · 3 months

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could we get some Coast Guard art? maybe some Coast Guard/Greg for the one person (me) that likes this ship? 👀

you don’t have to though!! (it’d just be really cool if you did 👀 /j)

heres two headcanons as a treat (one being this ship and another being Caliyork because, why not):

Coast Guard and Greg like to hang out together after a long day of work. They’ll sneak out if they have to just so they can meet up and bitch to each other about whatever happened that day. Sometimes they’ll hang out at each others houses (Greg’s shit but home-y apartment or Coast Guards box because he doesn’t get a house /j)

California likes to take New York out to his beaches. They’ll tan, play in the water, build sandcastles, etc (usually after California pouts at New York to convince him to do those things lmao). He’s trying to teach New York how to surf but it’s going…

He’s determined to teach him, to say the least lol

Ehehhh Ty for the headcanons they’re always appreciated!! I like the idea of Greg and Coast Guard just chilling

And yay beach time!! NY wonders how Cali survives the heat then he gets into the water and goes “oh that’s how”

I haven’t drawn Greg in forever cause I kinda forget he exists but it was nice to draw him again

#asks for ash!!#ash answers!!#wttt #welcome to the table #ben brainard #wttt coast guard #wttt greg

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killakirby · 1 year

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‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ hummingbird ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

notifications ☽︎: fem!navi!reader, selectivelymute!reader, deaf!reader, sully family x reader (platonic), side!neteyam x reader, self harm, panic attacks, sensory overload, child neglect and abuse, canon typical violence, no proofreading whatsoever lmao, 7.5k words

requested ☽︎: uhh sort of?? i reached out to the lovely @inutheangel who happily dealt with my rambling and decided to give writing a mute and deaf reader a shot! so i am really thankful they wanted to see this!

developer's notes ☽︎: okayyyyyyy! i am back! i was originally planning to get this out like last friday but i got reallyyy sick. like 103 degree fever for two days sick, multiple antibiotics, bed rest, no energy type beat. and i worked on it when i could but school started for me and it was taking everything in me to recover lmao. n e ways…. this is my child now. thank you @inutheangel, for gracing me with the opportunity to write this, and for answering all of my questions, and i hope you are pleased!!

so this is a fem!reader, who’s also selectively mute and deaf. i did a bit of research to have a deeper understanding of these conditions, but i didn’t get too technical with it because i didn’t want to bore anyone, and this piece is already long enough without drawn out details. so it’s sort of? family-centric and follows the plot of the second movie loosely, because i couldn’t decide how to include it fully and that would’ve been an even longer work. it’s an 18 page long google doc, please spare me. i apologize to the besties reading on mobile. this whole work consists of headcanons, but i’m lowkey thinking about writing scenarios, and drabbles about fem!mute!deaf!na’vi!reader, which is a mouthful so i’m just going to call her hummingbird!reader, because jake calls her that in these hcs lol. if you want to see more of hummingbird!reader, and have any ideas of your own, or any fun thoughts about her and interactions with the sully’s let me know and i genuinely will respond and enthuse about this!

if i missed any tw's let me know, if you want more of hummingbird!reader let me know, and of course, enjoy!

much love, kirby <3 !!!

your father who died due to wounds being sustained when fighting the sky people

neytiri gave birth to neteyam 4 months before your father passed, and is the one to inform reader’s mother as they are close friends.

your mother is barely 6 months pregnant with you, and the news about her mate sends her into distress and early labor

jake who was close with your parents (being two of the few omatikaya who eagerly helped him learn their ways) frantically got in touch with norm and max when the elders who were assisting your mother said that both you and your mother would probably die during childbirth.

norm and max perform a successful c-section not only saving you and your mother; you are born drastically underweight, barely half the size of your mother’s forearm, and you fail to breastfeed properly and you are transported to the lab to receive proper nourishment

your mother comes with, needing time to heal from c-section and the instinct to be close to you, but her behavior will change unbeknownst to everyone

when you become healthy enough to leave with your mother and return to the omatikaya clan, she’s aided by the women in the tribe helping her raise and nourish you in the absence of her mate, but it is mainly neytiri who sticks by her side bringing neteyam and, jake who stops on his own to watch over you as he promised your father he would

but when she’s alone with you… her instinctive mothering nature begins to dwindle, your face mirrors your fathers, and your mother hurts whenever she looks at you

she ignores your cries for her attention only seeming to return to the present when other na’vi come to check in on why your screams haven’t ceased

and as you grow stronger and older, her feelings of anguish and despair transform into anger.

she refers to you as a demon child, never stopping to remind you that you nearly killed her in the process of your birth, that she wishes you were never born, and that she’d trade your life for your father’s without hesitation

you do not understand her words yet, you understand her body language and the hostility radiating off of her

you're nearing two years of age, and it gets worse. you have yet not begun to speak. no first words, not a single babble besides cries. and she begins to compare you to other children your age who are developing normally

she yells at you for being a stupid, worthless child, embarrassing her with your silence. her volume raises even more when she finds you not even turning to look at her while she screams at you talks to you, failing to notice that you literally cannot hear her

she’s practically breaking the sound barrier raging for you to look at her while she’s talking to you. she marches over—roughly pulling your arm to get you to look at her— and your pained yelp is the only sound that escapes you as she continues to berate you

tiny ears pinned back in distress, tail tucked between your legs to match eyes wide with fear and confusion— not understanding why your mother only treats you like this you’ve seen how sweet neytiri is to her children

you’ve become numb to your mother’s behavior. you adapted to survive her anger. learning to avoid her at all costs; staying as far away from her as possible when she begins one of her tyrants. but this is her first time becoming physical with you

her bruising grip at your arm drops and switches to ripping your hair out yanking at your braids pulling your head backwards uncomfortably, scalp burning, and you begin to scream and cry

she’s completely delusional, cackling, “now you start making noise”

jake who was not far from your dwelling, is preparing a few carcasses to be cooked, when his ears picked up on your cries

he brushes off the first wave of your tears assuming it's just regular childlike tantrums which you rarely have without good reason anymore

jake who fails to brush off tears the second time, your mother’s vengeful screams paired with your terrified cries—his paternal affliction for you overrides him and he rushes to get to you

you blank out of most of the altercation, only remembering seeing the olo’eyktan’s angry expression when he enters the tent, and eventually ending up returning to awareness in neytiri’s arms head hugged to her chest, feeling her sobs

you pull away confused at the change in scenery, looking around a little panicked unknowing of how you ended up in the sully’s tent; neteyam, kiri and jake nowhere to be seen

neytiri who tries to calm you down, but you do not even react, only turning to reach up at her face— a painfully adorable confused expression on your face as you pat her face trying to wipe her tears her heart breaks for you

your mother is probably banished to another clan i don’t know the logistics of that but she is definitely not welcome to stay neytiri would rip her fucking tracks out on god

and from that point forward you are basically adopted by the sully’s

neytiri accepts you as her own daughter, feeling responsible for not being aware of your mother’s neglectful and abusive treatment of you. she’d do anything for you (when you reach an older age she offhandedly mentions that she almost slaughtered your mother lol)

jake fully accepts you as well; he’s angry at himself for not protecting you as he should have. he’s extremely gentle with you, still treating you carefully as you’re still on the smaller side of average you’re barely bigger than kiri even though your almost a year older than her

neteyam and kiri are thrilled that you’re here to play with them forever. both of them accept you with minimal confusion; kiri is extremely grateful that she has someone to help her in bothering her older brother

when lo’ak is born, neteyam and kiri were interested in their baby brother at first but soon become bored when they realize he can’t play with them yet and even more uninterested when all lo’ak seems to do is eat, sleep, and cry. emphasis on the crying part

you on the other hand, are thrilled at having a baby brother, eager to hold him and stay by his side with neytiri and jake.

when neytiri and jake awake to lo’ak’s shrill screams in the middle of the night, neteyam and kiri are awoken as well disgruntled at the interruption of their sleep. but you stay asleep, as if you never heard his cries.

neytiri and jake, who take this as a blessing at first, because they don’t have to soothe all of their children back to sleep. but as all of you continue growing, neytiri and jake begin to become concerned

you still haven't made any effort with words, and they start to notice your lack of reaction at speech, and the sounds of pandora all around you

jake’s sweet call of your nickname “hummingbird” because all you seem to do is hum so quietly it’s almost inaudible, he repeats himself multiple times to try and get your attention, but ends up having to insert himself into your field of view for you to pay attention

neytiri’s warning for you not to stray too far from them at the river in the jungle, toddling off on your own intrigued by the feeling of the water rushing across your feet, ending up alone by yourself further downstream, hysterically crying (so quietly that its hard for them to find you), the only thing you're able to feel is the vibration of the water that soothes you as it gets darker. and the vibration of her panicked footsteps through the ground rush in your direction before your scooped up by her

kiri asking you to add some beads to her hair, distracted by the field of flowers in front of you, only becoming aware of her request when she pats you on the shoulder and you jump unaware of her being that close

neteyam asking if you want to play hide and seek with him and a couple other kids, he knows you get scared if you’re randomly touched,so he stomps on the ground behind you and you turn around curious at the vibrations, and he asks you again and you squint to read his lips

couldn’t think of anything for lo’ak since he’s just a littol baybee

neytiri and jake who finally bring their questions to norm and max after they see neteyam’s manner of interaction with you

and they finally receive an answer for your behavior. you're selectively mute, and completely deaf !!! wow shocker crazy breathtaking shook unbelievable

this isn’t that much of a surprise to jake, but to neytiri this is unheard of in na’vi society, or at least so rare it’s not talked about

norm and max who theorize that your deafness was due to complications of your premature birth, and that your selective mutism stems from the traumatic relationship with your biological mother

jake and neytiri who are at first distraught with this revelation–and the fact that you won’t be able to experience life like other children– but are quick to ask for ways to communicate better with you

and at around 5 years old you begin speech therapy and your own special version of listening therapy with norm and max!

they do a couple tests with you to see where you are developmentally, and find that you’re actually smarter than most kids your age lmao, when you find out about this you definitely rub it in neteyam’s face.

neteyam who allows your non-verbal smugness parade, finding himself happy at your confidence

they learn that the squinting when you talk isn’t because you can’t see, it’s because you're trying to read their lips as they talk. you struggle with it now. not only because you’re a kid, but also because you’ve never heard the language

and as you spend more time in the lab with norm and max, you get more comfortable with them and learning speech.

the lab is the only place you feel comfortable with your attempts at talking because there’s no pressure from the two, unlike the other na’vi. being around everybody who can hear you struggling to speak correctly, and being teased and mocked by kids your age

norm and max suggest that your family learns sign language to try and help communicate with you

when they taught you how to write to more accurately represent yourself the first thing you wrote was “head hurt,” and tried to gesture that it was because of all the eye strain from squinting to read lips

the sully’s who are now dedicated to learning sign language for you <3

jake, norm, and max all work on developing your special language quickly developing it with the help of fancy sky people technology

and you take to it like a ikran does to flying (i’m working on relevant phrases as you can tell i am struggling lmao)

yet you only use it outside of the lab whenever you muster up enough confidence too, it’s still a form of communication and sometimes you just get so anxious that you shut down even more

the first time you sign with your family is in the comfort around the fire, when lo’ak sets his food on fire. you all freak out for a moment, jake scrambling to put it out, and it’s silent for a minute.

lo’ak who is on the verge of tears, and you hum above your normal volume of damn near silent and everyone’s attention flickers to you, but you do not notice.

you sign a simple, “skxawng. eat mine.” offering him your food

everyone laughs a bit shocked and hysterical at tonight's two big events, lo’ak being a lost cause, and you calling him an idiot

when tuk is born, you are happy to have another girl around to outnumber lo’ak and neteyam.

as a baby tuk loves your consistent quiet humming to your own tune, and you love the vibrations of her giggles and even her cries. you quickly decipher the different feelings of her cries understanding what she wants better that her own parents

now you and neteyam are both around 7, kiri and lo’ak roughly 6, and tuk a newborn

you’ve adapted so quickly in pandora

you’ve become way better with understanding the vibrations you feel beneath your feet; whether it’s an ikran pushing off from the ground, a pa’li nearing closer, a stream flowing nearby, or now spider’s failed attempts to sneak up on you (idk what to do with spider can you tell)

with how much you spend time in the lab with norm and max, you eventually start speaking in small quantities around them

your voice incredibly quiet, as you cannot hear yourself, but you watch their surprise and preen at the praise they give you as you succeed and excel

neytiri and jake who are pissed at the fact that norm and max are the only ones who have heard your voice lmao

the labrats take you out into the jungle to study your reaction to the stimuli in the jungle and notice that the mid-tone humming you do in your throat, actually changes to a higher pitch and sometimes you click

your ears flick towards the ruffling of leaves, the fluttering of insect wings, the rushing of water, the growling of animals, as if you can actually hear

they also notice how you hate when your feet are not touching the ground, your feet are always firmly planted, to feel

you’ve grown so much around norm and max with your speech that you can even read some of their english paperwork to them outloud even if you have no understanding of the bigger words but you still verbally close off when you return to your clan

but hey that’s selective mutism, when they ask why you are unable to speak you find that it’s not because you don’t want to…it feels like you physically can’t

when you and lo’ak are running around out of your parents’ range of hearing you love to speak to him (no matter how quiet your voice is) and everytime lo’ak bursts with joy at the fact that you feel comfortable enough to talk to him #youngerbrotherprivileges

he runs off to tell your parents and siblings that you spoke to him, but you pretend like nothing ever happened and that lo’ak is just imagining things

nobody believes him lmaooo, (i’m grinning)

omg! jake who brings you along to war strategy meeting when the sky people return, with you resting against his chest soaking up the feeling of his strong heartbeat, the softest purr continuously rumbling your tiny body

jake who holds you on his hip and explains the strategies of war to you and the various maps, lowkey using you as a medium to help remember plans better not realizing you’re eager to learn more about how to protect your people

omg major plot point alert!! when you come for a yearly checkup with norm and max, they mention cochlear implants for you

neytiri and jake are thrilled that you may have a possibility to actually hear

but you are scared at the idea of hearing everything

the discussion continues norm and max letting you know it would be a few years until you implants are made as there isn’t a audiologist around to assist them in their creation (idk how this would take realistically, but i’m going with this)

eventually you agree, starting to realize that you’d be able to hear your mom and dad’s voice, your sibling’s laughter, and neteyam’s laugh <3

at this point you have lurked around mo’at soaking up all of her tsahik practices, while neteyam is being taught how to use his bow and knife by jake and neytiri

at first your fine with just learning to be a healer, but eventually you start to see how jake and neytiri treat you and neteyam differently

they still treat you as if you’re the defenseless little girl they adopted years ago and neteyam as if he’s a full blown warrior

one more morning of watching neytiri and jake gather their various weapons, and neteyam begin to grab his own, while you’re being sent to mo’at to learn more about eywa (whom you love, but it’s begin to become repetitive, as you’ve heard her lessons many times before) you’ve finally had enough!

you walk up to jake and neytiri, shoulders raised upwards with unbridled anger and begin vigorously signing and them, a little to fast for them to catch up

neteyam who translates the bits and pieces he catches from the side “i….fight too….same…learn…defense…arrows…knives…”

jake who squats to your level and asks you to repeat yourself

slowly you sign as if speaking to tuk a child, “why can’t i learn to fight too? neteyam and i are the same age, we should be equal! i want to hunt fish too, learn to be a warrior, how to defend the people, shoot arrows, and cut with knives!!”

jake who is vehemently against you learning to use weapons and fight, and neytiri agrees

you spend the whole morning arguing as best as you can, before jake dismisses you and trashes your wishes to become a warrior

you break down into sobs, and jake reaches out to pull you his chest, neytiri to pet your hair but you shove their hands away from you, and your very first words to them are an anger-filled “i hate you!” stunning neytiri and jake long enough for you to rush by them and into the forest, narrowly avoiding the other na’vi’s grasps to bring you back to your parents

you travel in a direction you’ve never been in; leading yourself to a part of the forest your unfamiliar with, and discover you’ve gotten yourself lost (skull emoji)

you sit down expecting jake or neytiri to find you but when you feel the vibrations of footsteps reaching you, you realize it’s neteyam

you turn to hiss at him (one of your louder sounds) but he ignores it, going to sit right next to you and throwing an arm around your shoulder

you begin to cry again, using neteyam’s shoulder to literally cry on

he lets you tire yourself out before he pats your cheek causing you to look up at him and he says, “mom and dad are dumb.” (wide eyes emoji) “i will teach you what i learn from them when we are supposed to be playing, okay?”

and you accept his offer (girl boss and boy boss locked in bound 4 lyfe by their treasonous?? actions)

when neteyam leads you home, you allow yourself to be scolded and hugged by your parents and siblings, but their stance on you becoming a warrior hasn’t changed, so you fully rely on neteyam’s plan.

jake who does the bare minimum™ and gives you a little dagger for protection and teaches you how to use it, but refuses to do any more than that

a few more years have passed, sending you and neteyam into awkward growth stages, long limbs becoming lanky, the height difference between you becoming more obvious even though you are only four months younger than him. lo’ak starts learning to fight like his brother, you and kiri fully become apprentices training with mo’at and the other healers, and tuk shadowing her sisters everywhere

for 5 years you and neteyam have kept your promise learning how to fight through everything he teaches you, and the both of you stalking watching omatikaya warriors to perfect your form

anytime you try to tell neteyam that his grasp on his knife is incorrect, or his bow string isn’t taught enough, he automatically claims that you’re wrong and he’s right because “he’s older”

and everytime you say “only by four months!” receiving a smug “i'm still older” in response lol

you’ve definitely developed a little puppy crush on him, making a disgusted face when the other na’vi girls your learning to heal with refers to neteyam as your brother

you are quick to correct them tho, with an audible “no. he is my best friend, not my brother.” stunning them into silence at your firm yet light–quiet voice

kiri and tuk hear all of this of course, and start to prod at you about your crush on neteyam and suddenly you’ve lost the ability to understand sign language and how to read lips (reader is a comedian lmao)

while you and neteyam are locked in, 4 lifers, bound by your mutual-disobedience to your parents; you and lo’ak become a different breed of na’vi

apart from him, you are a poster-child for the poster-child. you weave many clothes, bracelets, baskets for everyone. address younger children's wounds when they played too rough, and genuinely strived to brighten everyones day with your mere presence, not needing to speak to do so

but with lo’ak… y'all are menaces to society, playing pranks on everyone but they’re generally pranks of minor inconveniences. y’all also stay out too late in the jungle, precariously explore areas you shouldn’t, etc. casual lo’ak type beat

jake still brings you to the strat meetings, letting this be the closest you ever get to war, and eventually asks for your point of view on things and starts taking your input into account, and sometimes even says to the other warriors, “my daughter notices that…my daughter thinks it may be better if..” and you preen, happy to accept this level of acknowledgement even if you are still not allowed to fight :(

ding dong! your ears have arrived!!!

as your listening and speech therapy has continued you’ve started to refer to your implants as your “ears” (i just thought it would be cute to call them that lol)

neytiri and jake drop you off at the lab for surgery, and it all happens pretty quick. (small incisions behind the ears while under anesthesia, instructions to keep them clean, and you have another four weeks to wait until you can use them to hear)

a month passes, and this time the whole family ventures to the lab to be there for your first experience of full volume

norm signs to you that he’s turning the ears on and when you begin to hear noises, you gasp, scaring yourself at your own volume, hands covering your mouth, ears perked upwards reaching and grasping for every sound around you

and the very first thing you hear is neteyam laughing at you, you turn to look at him, shocked that you can actually hear it, and then everyone begins talking with you, well at you

the rowdy sully’s are instructed to calm down before they overwhelm you with their voices, and the first words you grace them all with after you told neytiri and jake that you hated them are:

“i love you.” and then you begin crying bc your a soft soul who can’t take all these life changing moments you’ve had with the sully’s

talking is still very hard for you, so when you return home you shyly sign, “even though there are so many beautiful sounds, my favorites have to be the sound of your voices”

you are a rizzologistTM, there go the whole family blushing and kicking their feet

now there are two downsides to your “ears”

1. the fact that they rely on battery and last only around 8 hours (i feel like they’d still be in their prototype-era idk)

and b. that you become incredibly overwhelmed at all the sounds you’re hearing. the switch up was intentional ty (but i think overstimulation is normal for a person who has never experienced hearing before??)

almost everyday, after 4 hours you yank the ears off your head exhausted at hearing and return to the family tent happy with your silence as you recover

one particular day, you go through your daily duties, assisting mo’at in organizing in prepping and preparing medicines, delivering goods to various families, drawing new supply lines for the warriors, refereeing a children’s game, braiding hair, refining your arrow accuracy–and the noises are starting to make you physically hurt

the breaking point is when your whole family is sitting and waiting for dinner to finish cooking, and the sound of neytiri’s knife hitting the board sounds like a gunshot right by your ear

you abruptly burst into tears, the sound of your own distress further upsetting you. your hand cover your ears, before you finally rip your hearing aids off throwing them away from you, uncaring about damaging the precious technology

jake who immediately tries to soothe you asking you questions you can’t hear, and then you begin to claw at behind your ears as if your trying to dig out the internal mechanisms, starting to draw blood

kiri’s who’s sitting next to you tries to pull you hands away, but you shove her off of you, and you now curl up, knees to your chest rocking back and forth frantically

neytiri is the one to manage to get you to stop scratching at yourself, hugging you tightly and not letting you go no matter how hard you try to push yourself away from her gasp

your still inconsolable even though you’ve stopped hurting yourself, rocking back and forth as much as you can in neytiri’s grasp, and neteyam offers a solution

neteyam requests to bring you to a spot that he “found” implying that it might help you calm down. jake and neytiri are against the idea, not wanting to move you in this state, but he pleads, “if this doesn’t work then we can come back and try something different, but i know it will!”

mo’at is called over to watch over the rest of the kiddies as you, neteyam, neytiri, and jake make the trip to this “secret spot”

you being princess carried (i think it’s the bridal carry but nah u a princess today) by jake *sob sob* it the calmest you’ve gotten so far but you’re still unresponsive and very far away from the present

they approach a clearing in the jungle after an 30ish minute walk, and neteyam gestures for you to be set on the ground, while gesturing for neytiri and jake to stop hovering around you while he sits in front of your still rocking body

the grass is a luscious green even in the dark, the area illuminated by the glowing fauna on the outskirts, and neteyam gently brings your hand up to his chest placing it directly over his heart, and presses his forehead to yours, his eyes closed, as he slows and strengthens his breathing

you slowly stop rocking, your eyes clearing as your breathing matches neteyam’s, the bioluminescent freckles on both of your body's flickering in the same pattern, and grass starts to pulse in time with your synced breaths

your eyes flutter closed as well, and a few atokirina start to float around the both you landing on both of you two–and when one lands on neteyam’s head he opens his eyes and carefully pulls his head away, a sigh escaping him as he relaxes fully

and then he turns to see jake and neytiri’s faces (i’m screaming, as i'm writing this) of shock like, he’s never seen his parents this off balance, and figures he owes them an explanation

“we discovered this place when we were kids, and she really liked it because she said that she felt eywa’s presence was strong here, and that it was like she could almost hear my voice when i spoke to her. and when she got her ears, we’d visit here more often whenever we both could sneak out between our tasks so she could relax from the constant noises.”

his last sentence brings neytiri’s and jake’s attention that they’re are very few sounds escaping into the clearing from the dense brush surrounding them, it was a void masking the noises of the jungle

neteyam continues, “it was a little trial and error process to figure out how to calm her down when she got overwhelmed like she did tonight–” he pauses as you slump forward into his chest exhaustion besting you as you fall asleep, “but i managed to figure it out after she crashed during one of our sparring matches.”

and then he does a verbal “oh shit”

jake repeats him, “one of your ‘sparring matches’????” neytiri stunned into silence at his side

and now neteyam realizes he might not make it back alive to the rest of your family as he explains for the past almost 6 years that he's been teaching you how to fight, and jake and neytiri start to lose their mind at neteyam’s prolonged betrayal of their wishes

hey but he’s saved by your sleeping, and jake stonily tables the discussion for the morning

the morning is not very fun for you or neteyam, being lectured for many hours about your secret lessons and everything and jake tries to use your recent overstimulation-episode as reason as to why you shouldn’t be fighting and you lose it at him

you speak, desperately, “you have not even seen my skills yet! it does not matter if it is a bow, or a knife, or a spear, i am very skilled. neteyam says that i have even better aim than him! instead of using my weaknesses as a reason for me to not learn, you should try to teach me to become better! not ban me from protecting myself, my family, or my people!” your voice breaks, “will you not even allow me the ability to defend my home?”

and with those words, neytiri–sees herself mirrored in you–breaks and suggests to jake that he he does teach you how to fight, soothing his worries with the stance of you at least being prepared to defend yourself and your family, while not necessarily having to be fighting on the front lines

spoiler alert jake caves, you and neteyam rejoice before your both consequently punished with morning training and evening training sessions

you have a lot of catching up to do, even lo’ak knows more than you as he teases you in the morning sessions he now tags along in

your relationship with neytiri grows stronger as she teaches you the way of the bow.

it’s like you’re her clone, as you grow up you begin to resemble her more than your biological mother. you become more confident, your presence assertive, not being afraid to speak your mind more often.

your relationship with jake takes more time to mend in the start. you feel his hesitation when you deal with any slightly dangerous matters. but it improves as you make a clean kill on your 13th birthday so precise many of the people debate if you or neteyam had a cleaner kill on your rites of passage. when you beat neteyam’s time for your own iknimaya by a few seconds (a whole seven seconds you taunt to neteyam) jake is berating himself for suppressing your talents

lowkey, i think you would hate flying in the begin because your feet aren’t touching the ground, but that is a story for another time because this is getting way too long

and he begins to allow you to join supply raids with neteyam when you turn 15 (as long as your ears are full charged up)

(let’s pretend like they never went to the metkayina clan for this i am too tired to make this chronologically/canonically accurate; i promise i have a plot somewhere in this long ass headcanon)

you and neteyam are excelling at being the eyes for your father and the warriors, always alerting everybody of sky people and leaving with no casualties or low numbers during the unfortunate but rare circumstances

the warriors ask for your thoughts when planning raids, and even happily utilize your suggestions

when lo’ak joins you two on raids, too eager, it always end up with he and neteyam getting hurt, but when that missile hit you almost lost yourself thinking your little brother and first love died

but unlike jake, you don’t berate lo’ak you only tightly hug him, quietly conversing with him expressing your worry that you lost him, which does begin to have him start considering his reckless behavior

after caring for lo’ak and addressing his few scratches and knicks that were bypassed by your mother and father, you direct lo’ak to the tent with neteyam, your sisters, and your grandmother

the healer in you automatically awakens, taking care of the scrapes kiri and mo’at have not gotten to

you hold his face and clean the knicks from rubble, applying a paste to prevent scarring, and feel his gaze warming your cheeks, you steadfastly ignoring him

mo’at and lo’ak making eye contact and almost bursting out laughing and snorting at the two of you (i hc that mo’at and lo’ak are besties)

omg after that night when neteyam took you to the clearing with your parents, neytiri and jake automatically consulted mo’at about the atokirina and the pulsing of the grass and all she had to say was “eywa has chosen” with a smug ass look on her face (the smug look must be genetic)

lo’ak of course eavesdropping and then gossiping with mo’at constantly about how dense you two were lmaooo i love him so much

the sky people still capture spider. you are unaware of the situation as you’re hearing aids were undergoing updates with max and norm, and you were in the lab with them

when you return to the depressing aura surrounding the omatikaya, kiri’s haunted expression, you get the full story from poor tuk, pulling her into your lap as you wait for your parents to finish their discussion

obviously, when you hear about jake’s plan to leave you tell him that’s utterly stupid, obv he doesn’t want to hear it, but you plead for him to listen as the olo’eyktan, and not as a father

something along the lines of you'd be bringing the fight to clans who have nothing to do with it, you have better knowledge of the mountains than of the sky people yadayadayada,

and he agrees! wow ur so strong and persuasive with logical reasoning, but he still does make a trip to the island to try and recruit some of the homies

you, neteyam, lo’ak, neytiri, and the other warriors start drafting so many war plans together while jake is toruk-makto-ing his ass of in foreign lands, intertwining the reef tactics with your own forest tactics

the metkayina agree to aid you in the rivers meeting the sea underneath the mountains, and secure the coastline of any fleeing sky people and stuff

fast forward, jake draws the sky people into the mountainous area, battle being fought successfully on the na’vi part but the same capture situation of lo’ak, tuk, and kiri occurs

you take tuk and kiri, while lo’ak and neteyam stupidly try to find spider on their own.

you fly kiri and tuk to safety on a nearby cliffside with a trusted ally, and circle back calling the boys’ ikran for a quick getaway

as you order lo’ak to jump for his ikran with spider, gunshots narrowly whizz by and neteyam follows after

his ikran gets hit, and so does he, plummeting out of the air

you dive after him, your ikran just barely getting you close enough to grab and pull him onto your saddle before they crashed

you feel his blood spill onto you, and you abandon the battle to take him back to mo’at and the healers knowing they have all the material prepared for caring for injuries

you dismount, screaming for help, as you lay him on the flat ground, hands applying pressure to the wound above his heart, neteyam whimpering out an “i-i’m okay, you can hear me right- i won’t leave you before…” and he struggles to continue

you cry, as the healers all join you doing the most to staunch the bleeding, on his back as the bullet went straight through, and at the pain he passes out, and you begin to panic at the thought of losing him forever

norm and max are there tho, and with their swanky human technology and endless prayers to eywa–the healers, a dreamwalker, and a human are able to stop the bleeding and stabilize neteyam!!!! (aye i really am not ready to kill neteyam in one of my works my soul is too fragile for that)

ding dong the wicked quatrich is dead!!! or maybe not i’ll let you decide whether or not spider saves him in this scenario it’s not key to the plot at this point

the sky people turn running with their figurative tails between their legs

the metkayina annihilate any stragglers trying to escape off the coast

your family returns learning how close neteyam is/was to death, and rush to see him

you’re sitting by his side, hand over his heart making sure it doesn’t miss a beat, eyes trained on his face, your other hand with a damp rag cleaning all other debrief off of him

mo’at stands behind you, hands on your shoulders, staring at her grandson with worry seeping through her usual expressionless face

your hearing aids have died, so you can’t hear you’re family entering

tuk startles you as she climbs into your lap, and hugs your arm while her own tiny hand joins yours on neteyam’s chest

you look up at your mom and dad while lo’ak, spider, and kiri, rush to neteyam’s side, the tears beginning to flow from your eyes again, a raspy “i was almost too late to save him” spills from your lips

jake embraces you and mo’at, while neytiri kneels next to you, a hand on your knee while dampening your cloth to continue cleaning her son

as everyone begins to get treated for their injuries, various warriors spilling in, you refuse to have you own wounds looked at if it requires you to leave neteyam’s side

you stay in the tent by neteyam’s beside, numb to all the chaos happening around you, and it definitely helps that you can’t be disturbed at the sounds around you

it’s three days before neteyam awakens

you’ve slept in the tent, picked at your food, only eating enough to please your mother, kiri treated your wounds as you refused to remove your hand from his chest.

and when he rouses with a groan, and eyes squinting open, you call for mo’at, max and norm frantically, your whole family tumbling in too

and as dry as his throat must be, the first thing he asks is, “did we do it?”

and you all start crying again, jake walking over to sit on the ground by neteyam’s side and pets his head, nodding softly, choking up

and you finally slip away from his side, neteyam not missing your withdrawal, before his siblings fill up your absence, and you allow mo’at to finally get a closer look at your injuries

neteyam stays in the medical tent for a week, before he’s allowed to be transferred back to his family, and you’ve haven’t been to see him since he’s woken up

you’re afraid

you’ve spent seven days constantly working, over-working, so you don’t have to go to sleep; checking everybodies injuries to make sure they’re healing properly, guiding prayers for the na’vi’s that are returning to eywa, cleaning up debris from the mountain and surrounding area and stockpiling any material/tools that may be useful in the future, healing injured ikrans and pa’li, hunting for hours to gather enough food for the injured, and when you join jake to speak with the metkayina leader with the deepest eye bags and gaunt form he’s ever seen he’s had enough

lol as he’s inviting the metkayina to return when they omatikaya have settled back to normal ronal tsks at him, and gestures to you, you struggling to stop yourself from falling asleep standing and says, “you cannot even take care of your daughter. our visit can wait longer.”

jake who pulls you to his side on the walk back waiting for you to open up to him, and you finally break, “i can’t close my eyes without seeing him die.”

he slows you both to a stop, cups your cheeks and tilts your head upwards so you can read his lips, “babygirl hummingbird, maybe what you need is to remind yourself that you saved him. he’s been waiting for you to come see him. i’m confident that neteyam won’t mind if all you do is sleep next to him, he’d be comforted knowing that you are safe too.”

you end up falling asleep in your father’s arms, getting carried the rest of the way back, and waking up the next morning cuddled up with neteyam

he’s playing with your hair, gently massaging you scalp as he talks with neytiri, a smile on his face, as he watches her prepare breakfast, being scolded when he offers to help

you make a soft questionable hum, and his head automatically turns to look at you, his smile turning into a smirk as he teases, “i heard you couldn’t fall asleep without me?” (RIZZ level 99)

you shove him away from you, cheeks turning indigo and you snark out a “shut the fuck up”

lo’ak and kirk dramatically losing their minds over you cursing in english, and tuk really overselling it with a “she said a bad word! she said bad word!” while jake and neytiri laugh and half heartedly scold you for your choice of words

both of you stick to each other as you eat breakfast, elbows and knees knocking together constantly but you two refuse to even allow a millimeter of space come between you

after everyone’s stomach’s are full, energies high, suddenly everyone is finding an excuse to leave you and neteyam alone in the tent, jake grounding you to bed rest for a few more days to recover from sleep deprivation

lo’ak’s like: “i gotta go walk my ikran real quick” did i say i love him already

before neytiri leaves she gives you a rundown of how to clean and monitor neteyam’s wounds (even though you’re capable of figuring it out yourself, being mo’at’s best student after kiri), but you let her to soothe her maternal instinct

finally alone, neteyam signs to you, “i was asking for you the moment i could speak again, but you never came to see me. i was beginning to accept the idea that you…that you didn’t care for me.” your head snaps up to make direct eye contact with him, tears clouding the dismayed look in your eyes (matching his own broken expression), vehemently shaking your head and you speak, your volume nearly reaching a yell, “do not think for a second that i do not care for you. that i do not need you anymore. like you are not my reason to fight for our lives here.”

neteyam who is stunned to silence not only at the borderline confession within your words but also at the traumatized look in your eyes that you are unable to hide, and you switch to signing, “i was the reason you died if you think about it. it was my idea for us to stay here and fight when we should have just listened to your dad and left! maybe you wouldn’t have been near death! maybe all of us would have never been found! maybe we could just be normal children again!”

neteyam places his hand on your cheek, and you raise your own to hold his wrist as you nuzzle deeper into his grasp and you lightly brush your lips against his palm. your eyes flicker to his own again and he brushes the tears off your lashes and comforts you, “but none of that happened. we made our decision, and your idea to stay here has saved us, saved me. while the sky people have not been ousted completely, we have pushed them back, only because of you and your brilliance. i live to see you grow and flourish because you are a strong warrior, strategist, healer, and more. and most of all, i am thankful you have saved me so i can stand by your side, if you allow me to…?”

you smile, fangs you have yet to grow completely into making you look a lil adorable, and sign the english phrase “i love you,” and you follow it up with an audible, “oel ngati kameie.”

neteyam with hearts for eyes, physically swooning for you, parrots your words and signs, voice velvety, “oel ngati kameie.”

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traitor

marcus pike x f!reader

a/n: i dunno where this came from lmao. i haven’t written for marcus in fucking forever and then SLAP. it's a drabble of something i may dive into in the future - i feel like i could make something out of it? i dunno. anyways, enjoy x

word count: 670

warnings: swearing, angsty angst

The chair is unforgiving beneath you, it's comfort lost a good hour or so ago. It's dark and cold, the chill biting at the skin not covered by your shirt and your stomach twists with the need for food but you refrain from making a comment about it. They probably know how uncomfortable you are already - speaking up about it won't solve a thing.

It's not like they'd care.

“Look, I’ve said it once, I’ve said it ten times, I’ll say it another hundred—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The man opposite you nods, almost as if expecting your answer. His arms cross tight against his chest and he reclines in his seat, heaving a long drawn out sigh as he does.

Your eyes trace the now-familiar dips and curves of his face, the way his forehead creases with his frown and the thick lensed glasses that slide down his nose.

How long can they keep you here? How long had it been? There were no clocks, no windows... no way to know if the sun had long gone down or if it was still afternoon. Time starts to become distorted the more you think on it - had they come in the morning? Or lunch?

You try not to look at it... at the mirror stretching wall to wall by the side of you. It would hold nothing but your reflection, the smooth surface no doubt untarnished and streak free.

The man hums and your tongue runs along your lips to moisten them, preparing for the words before he even speaks, knowing you were just going to have to repeat everything you've been saying for the last however long and just hope it would eventually take hold in his thick skull.

“Well perhaps Special Agent Pike can help shift that memory of yours a little.”

This is new.

Your brows pull together in confusion, the name circling endlessly in your head like you were meant to know who the hell that is. You were certain you knew no one by that name, especially a fucking fed.

“Who?”

A few minutes pass, and then the door to the room opens, a figure stepping in and closing it softly behind them. Your eyes travel over them, taking in the crisp suit and tidy knot of their tie before roaming their features. Special Agent Pike.

You want to vomit.

The apparent agent takes the spare seat next to the man staring expectantly at you, sliding a thin manila folder onto the smooth table top before his gaze flies up to meet yours. Your heart leaps into your throat and stays there, choking you with the thick, harsh drum of it.

How could he look at you like that? There's nothing. Not a single fucking flicker of emotion. Your tongue runs along your teeth before you bite harshly down on it to distract yourself from the sting of tears burning your eyes.

Not here.

Not now.

And not in front of them.

“Special Agent Pike.” You state slowly, quietly, the words awful and bitter in your mouth.

It's only brief, but you see the shine of something close to remorse flash through his eyes. It does nothing to calm to harsh flood of pain, of fury, beating around your system.

You can’t look at him. You refuse. How dare he? How dare he waltz into your life, take hold of you, your heart - your body, your thoughts, your insecurities, your dreams, your secrets - while knowing who he is? What he is? How could a man be so... so cold?

Every touch, every kiss, every loving whisper… fake. A lie. The realisation feels like acid sliding down your throat, pooling into your stomach and churning relentlessly. It was all nothing. The whispered words he breathed into your skin, the ones he swore against your lips... did they mean nothing? Was it all just nothing?

Sweat slicks your palms and your foot starts to bounce, the handcuffs rattling against the skin of your wrists as your hands lift to cover your mouth. Fuck.

“I want a lawyer.”

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Lovey Dovey

Pirates of the Caribbean : Fic

Will Turner x Reader

Word Count: 1541

Warnings: Hilarious sibling banter... Will be a king treating his woman like a queen 👑 swashbuckling pirate swears

Request: “This is me absolutely begging and foaming at the mouth for you to write a Will Turner x reader. I’m fine with fluff or smut lmao. I have a couple ideas if you also want to write multiple (or blend them into 1), you totally don’t have to though. 3. Being Jack Sparrow’s (sister/close relationship) and dating Will - First of all,THE C H A O S Jack constantly bugging you about being all “lovey dovey” on his ship (even if it’s not a significant amount). Jack also always complaining in general lmao. I think this is cute because Jack being over protective of you dating Will just seems so precious to me. PLEASE INCLUDE SOME FORM OF SIBLING BANTER 🙏🏻. Having accurate sibling teasing or banter is so important when writing relationships like these! Plus Sharing a hammock below deck” @gingerdissapointment

A/N: Jack has never been overjoyed at the thought of you and your boyfriend - especially when you’re kissing on his ship

The skies were a rich coastal blue between the clouds. The gulls gave their cries as they flew overhead, pestering the inhabitants below for a morsel to eat. The sea was gentle as it rocked the ship.

Rocked the ship and the first mate.

(Y/N) was clearly taking her position on the ship very seriously as she lay across the edge of the starboard side. Her hat drawn to keep the sun off her face, she looked as a cat might just before a long nap.

Until the captain, laden with beads and braided scarves, came from his quarters. The black, heavy lids of his eyes fell into a squint as he spotted his first mate. She did enjoy testing his authority.

Sucking on a gold tooth, Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered over, slamming a hand onto the weathered wood beneath her. “I say, man! Hoist the sails, pull anchor, and undock this ship before I find another to replace yer useless, sleepy arse.”

She barely flinched as he bombarded her beginnings of sleep. A heavily ringed hand lifted to tilt her hat back, shooting the captain a look. It clearly spoke of how disappointing his efforts had become in motivating her.

“Go back to your Tortugan women and let me doze.”

“For your information, missy – we’re not on Tortuga anymore.”

“And you’re telling me you haven’t kept a few pretties in your cabin?”

Jack chewed the inside of his cheek, speaking lowly, “You know Gibbs will cause a mutiny if he sees any woman on this ship but you.”

“Yes, and being unable to escape your persistent stupidity, I’d thought challenging Gibbs would make smuggling barmaids all the more fun.”

Hat back over her face, (Y/N) couldn’t see the way Jack flailed his arms in a pitiful attempt to express his frustration. “If I hadn’t promised mum…”

“If you hadn’t promised mum what?” she suddenly sat up, swinging her legs so she was facing him.

His expression was dry, “If I hadn’t promised to watch over you aboard this ship – I would push you off this instant – to hell with the plank.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she smirked.

In a flash, Jack shoved her shoulder, just enough that she was caught off balance. And the fear that flashed across her face, however short lived, made him smile. “You should be kinder to your captain.”

He went for the wheel, fishing for his compass. (Y/N) slid from her spot, stomping after him, “You really would let me fall in?”

“You can swim.”

She punched his shoulder and he winced.

“You wouldn’t last a week on the seas without me.”

It was the usual bickering between the captain and the first mate. And many of the crew had to dodge as buckets of water and empty rum bottles flew at each other. There was rarely a voice of reason between the two – Gibbs had given up after an incident with a sea turtle and a peg leg – making only one option for a mediator.

“Mr. Will Turner,” Gibbs laughed gruffly, “’Bout time you came aboard.”

Will raised his eyebrows, stepping off the boarding plank, “Are things really so severe without me here?”

A wooden chair came flying from the captain’s quarters, splintering against the wheel. A second later (Y/N) came bounding out, a small chest in her hands, and ran to hold it over the side of the ship.

Jack cried after her, flailing his arms and tripping over the broken chair along the way, “DO NOT toss that treasure overboard.”

“What does it matter? You’re a pirate – go find some more!”

“Yes, but that chest is particularly valuable to me, and I would sorely miss it’s contents. So kindly return it before I tie you to the mast and let the seagulls shit down your pretty face.”

Will coughed obnoxiously and both siblings turned to face him. “What’s so important about the chest?”

(Y/N) grinned, “Will!” She let go of the treasure chest and ran for him. Jack yelled as he dove for the chest, catching it just before it fell over the edge.

“Why must you pester your brother?” Will asked, hugging her tight and kissing her cheek, “I would rather he be reasonable when I visit – he’s not overly fond of me.”

She grabbed his face and gave him a proper kiss, “I don’t care what my brother thinks.” She kissed him hard, losing balance.

A retching could be heard from behind them, “I’d sooner battle the kraken than watch you two swabbing tongues.” Jack sauntered back to his cabin, “We’re leaving in an hour.”

“He’s just jealous the longest he’s ever had a partner was overnight.”

Will snickered, taking her hand, “Best leave him be. I want you all to myself tonight.”

Jack poked his head out of the door, “And if I catch any lovey dovey nonsense on my ship, you can walk the plank and get your quota of kisses from the sharks!”

(Y/N) bit her lip, dragging Will by the hand and below deck.

“Did you hear me?” Jack cried almost desperately, “You keep that hand a safe distance from her!”

“I don’t care how much you fight,” Will said as they descended the stairs, “Jack loves you.”

“He’s protective, is all,” (Y/N) sighed, “I wish he showed he cared in other ways. Like letting me have first pick in a treasure hoard.”

They laughed and kissed all the way to the hammocks used for sleeping while sailing the seas. (Y/N) pushed him into one and jumped on top of him. The hammock swung from the jump, their tangled limbs fitting snug into a cocoon. (Y/N) wrapped herself around him, feeling safe and warm and vulnerable next to him.

“I want to tell you something,” Will whispered to her, running his fingers lightly down her arm.

She squirmed at the tickling, “What is it?”

“I’ve been meeting with the Port Royal banks, building a line of credit with them.”

(Y/N) became very still, her thumb trailing down his ribs, “Why do that? You already own the smithery.”

“I sold it.”

She sat up, hand against his chest, “Why do that? You’re an excellent blacksmith.”

His eyes were shining in the dim light, “I’m buying you a ship. A ship for us.”

“What?” There was a smile on her lips like she didn’t believe him, “A real ship?”

“I’m doing it the right way,” he mumbled, “It takes longer, but… We’ll have a home on the sea.”

She giggled, “A real ship? With a crew?”

“If you want.”

“And you’ll be the captain and I’ll be the first mate,” she grinned, running a hand up his neck to hold his cheek.

Will smiled fondly, “You will be captain. And I’ll be your first mate.”

(Y/N) marveled at him, getting quiet when she said, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” And he tilted his head to catch her lips, gripping her tight by the waist.

She kept ahold of his cheek, giggling as he tickled her sides. They were too preoccupied to hear a set of footsteps tromping down the stairs.

“Oh, God! Damned Davy Jones. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

(Y/N) fell into Will’s shoulder, sighing, “What does it look like we’re doing?”

“Not on my ship, missy. Not. On. My. Ship.”

“Oh, sod off,” (Y/N) yelled, “Grab your rum and go.”

“I’m going to be honest with you, mate,” Jack pointed a wavering finger, “If you don’t get your sticky paws off my sister, I’m going to chain you to a cannonball and throw you overboard for the kraken to eat.”

(Y/N) toppled out of the hammock, “Jack you’re taking it a little far. Will’s been nothing but good to me since we’ve known him. I don’t understand this vendetta you have against him.”

“He’s… well, there’s something about him.” Jack twiddled his fingers, “And I promised – I swore to mum that I’d…” He suddenly became quiet, “That I’d look after you.”

Her heart softened, “And you’ve done a pretty damn good job so far.” She knew he needed to hear it, “And I’m not asking you to stop looking after me. I’m asking that you let someone else help. Someone good and kind. And a partner for me – I’m sorry captain, but that’s not something you can give me.” She tried at a smile.

And Jack did have the slightest crack of his lips, “You were always going to outgrow me.”

Will came up behind (Y/N) and placed an arm around her shoulders. Surprisingly Jack didn’t retort, “You’re not the only one that cares about her.”

“I’m still not a fan of the lovey dovey nonsense.”

“That’s fine,” (Y/N) laughed, “We’re gonna do it anyway.”

Jack laughed too, taking a step back and making for the stairs. He snatched a bottle of rum from the stores as he said, “Put a sock on the cabin door next time. I already have enough trauma without seeing whatever you two do alone.”

And that was about as close as Jack was going to get in saying he accepted his sister dating. Will gripped her side and whispered jovially in her ear.

“You want to get all lovey dovey?”

“Let me grab a sock first.”

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