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Ghost girl | part 5 (final)

Pairing: Neteyam x Albino na'vi!fem x Sully family

Warning: All the characters are aged up 20’s, discrimination, mention of abuse, soft & crush moments.

Note: Hello!!! I hope you like this final part <3, Thank you sooo much for the support, stay tuned as I will be writing more works. I send you a virtual hug. And forgive me if there are some spelling mistakes, English is not my first language.

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5(final)

The silence that was being generated in the Sully hut was so notorious that you could hear every breath of all the people present. Jake had convinced your father and brother to calm down, and invited them to the hut. So they could all talk and get everything clear. Jake had to admit something, these na'vi were very intimidating. He had never seen na'vi so big, they were easily twice his size. They were taller and much stronger, he could see how their muscles were very defined. Even their posture and build were very intimidating. Jake took a quick glance at his sons, who were now adults. But they were no match for these men, even he himself felt sorry for them. He would be lying if he didn't say he felt a little scared.

On the other hand, you were next to neteyam and at your right side was neytiri. She was holding your son. Neytiri could tell how anxious and worried you felt. It was a mixture of happiness and sadness. You were playing with the fingers of your hands, with your head down. Avoiding the penetrating gaze of your father, who was sitting in front of you. You gave a few glances and then shifted your gaze. While your nervousness grew, your father's face never showed a sign of change. His face was serious, and cold. It seemed as if something was bothering him, his pupils drifting to the scene before him. His only daughter, the one in charge of the clan's lineage. Sitting in the middle of some omaticayas, who according to your father were quite savage and simple na'vi. He never thought that in his life, he would be sitting next to them. Let alone see his daughter so close to them.

"Well…" jake speaks, trying to break the awkward silence that had been made. "I want to thank you for the shelter and care you've given my daughter," your father says.

"It's been nothing…it's been a pleasure. Y/N has been like a gift for the whole family" says neytiri looking at you and giving you a warm smile. You give her hand a squeeze, and smile back.

This comment makes your father pucker his chest, his ears perked up in alertness. He knew his daughter could be a little loose and easy to manipulate. He laughs a little, and glances at his son. Who was quiet beside him. "I see you are all very comfortable" says your father, watching as his grandson is asleep in the arms of the omaticaya woman. While you are resting a little on neteyam's shoulder. He had been looking at the man, with the same look he had been looking at his family all this time.

"Yes… neytiri, jake… they have helped me and taken care of me and my son" you speak, emphasizing that last phrase 'my son'. You knew your father's intentions, and what he always cared about. Just before your father could respond, you hear a loud crack of thunder. The noise of the rain was loud, and the thunder got louder.

"Oh!!! There's a storm!" says kiri, getting up from the ground to check outside the hut. And yes, the rain was very heavy. You could see it through the camp entrance. The rain was heavy, and it sure had started to accumulate in some areas.

"I think you should spend the night here at camp," says Jake, glancing at your father for a moment. "No problem…we can walk calmly back to our clan" says your father, before your brother interrupts him.

"Dad..ahhh but our village is quite far away and it's dangerous, I" your brother stops talking, when your father gives him a hard look. He lowers his head, somewhat embarrassed. You quickly approach your brother, crawling a little to sit next to him and support his decision.

"Father I think my brother is right…why don't you stay in my hut" you speak, looking at your brother. You wanted to calm him down, he was very nice guy. "Do you have a hut here?" your father asks, you suddenly become very nervous. You try to answer, but you don't know how to answer.

"Yes…we made her a home for her and the baby to be more comfortable in the clan" says neytiri, now with a stronger tone. She was getting fed up with your father's snooty attitude. "That sounds good," says your brother, holding your hand. You pull a piece of his hair back behind his ear. You notice how he had some bruises on his face and arms. You knew that your father demanded supernatural workouts from your brother, almost pushing him to the limit.

"I didn't know you built safe homes here…I thought you lived in something like this…like on the ground or up in a tree, like monkeys" your father speaks, now looking at Jake. This comment makes neytiri raise her ears in alert, how dare he say something like that. "Yes… they are very safe" says jake, returning the man's gaze. Your father laughs a little, a sarcastic laugh. You get very nervous, you couldn't believe your father is acting like this in front of the people who saved your life. In front of…neteyam. You look down embarrassed by his behavior.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" says neytiri, sitting up straighter. Holding the baby on her chest. Showing her fangs a little. And yes, she had every right to demand. Your father was in front of the family of the leader of the omaticaya, he was being disrespectful to the family of toruk makto. You move closer to neytiri's side, taking her arm. As if you were begging her to calm down.

Something you had not told anyone about was the inappropriate image your clan had of the Omaticaya clan. Your clan had the idea that they were better than other clan, they felt superior in everything. As a na'vi apart from the other clans. Since your clan was more connected to eywa, your father believed that this made them superior to others, prohibiting contact with other clans. Of course, this did not go down well with you, who thought that his idea was foolish and that all na'vi had an equal and unique connection to eywa, that this did not make them better than anyone else. Also in your clan they talked and joked about the attitudes and customs of the Omaticaya clan, discriminating against them because of their blue skin tone. Their way of living and dressing. As if they were trash, as if the Omaticaya were something not to be mentioned. It hurt you to hear all this, you felt that the true purpose of your clan had been lost.

"We should go… you guys look tired" you speak as you get up from the ground. Approaching closer towards neytiri, quickly taking your baby from her arms. Leaving the woman confused, since you had come into their lives, you had never taken your baby from her like that. Dragging your brother with your free hand. Rushing out of the sully hut, you were so afraid that your father would start talking and let his true self out. Your father stands up, coldly says goodbye to the family and begins to follow you. Neteyam quickly gets up from the ground, and runs to you. Evading your father and brother, to now stand in front of you. Holding your shoulders, causing you to look him in the eyes.

"Y/n… are you okay?" asks neteyam softly, Bringing his face close to your ear so that only you could hear. You nod your head quickly giving a glance back, where your father was looking at you with a stern and annoyed look, causing you to turn away from neteyam. Leaving him alone in the middle of the square, watching as you continued to lead your father and brother back to your hut.

Neteyam entered the hut confused, and noticed that his family's face was the similar. Why had you left so quickly, why had you become so nervous. You had never looked like that before, this worried Neytiri, she knew that your sudden change of mood had to do with your father's behavior. He was a deployable man, or so Neytiri thought. She was already looking at Jake with a severe look on her face. Jake was silent, he wasn't going to lose his patience with people like this, but he still felt concern for you. He could tell you were excited to know they were alive…but you weren't thrilled to know they were coming for you.

"Will they take Y/N?" asks tuk, the girl had grown very fond of you these past few months. Neytiri hugs her, trying to comfort the girl. And not only tuk was suffering but the whole family.

"Calm down tuk…we can't choose for Y/N. That's her family and we have to understand." Neytiri speaks, watching as her little girl hugs her tighter.

They knew this was your decision, neytiri would not like you to leave. It was dangerous to return to your village, as the humans were going to continue attacking the area. But what worried her most was her son neteyam, who had not stopped watching from the entrance of the hut, the way to your hut. Neytiri could notice how neteyam had his tail curled up on his legs, his ears were stuck to his skull. And if she could see his eyes, she would swear he had a look of anguish. Her son had become very attached to Y/N and her son. She knew that neteyam had a crush on Y/N, and it hurt her to see him so troubled.

You rushed into your hut, a little annoyed and embarrassed. You held your son in one hand and the other held your brother's arm, as you dragged him with you into the hut. Your father walked calmly behind you, looking around the camp. It was a wet and filthy place, full of those humans and uneducated omaticayas. He didn't understand how his daughter had survived and tolerated all this. He slowly entered your hut, looking around in disgust.

"And this is your so-called home?" speaks your father, now looking all around. Your hut was cozy. You had a hammock for yourself and a smaller one for your baby in one corner of the hut. On one of the walls there was a window, adorned with your favorite flowers. Which Neteyam had picked for you. Your floor was covered with cloth woven by you, neytiri and kiri. Your father looked at something in particular, it was an arrow bow. It was hanging on the wall. He approaches and takes it in his hands.

"Father…you didn't have to say all those things!!!" you shout, you are a little upset. You watch as your father examines the bow he had taken from the wall. He ignores you and continues to examine the object.

"Since when do you have this kind of 'tool'?" your father asks, raising the bow in the air. Your brother looks at you curiously, the boy had been sitting on the floor since he arrived. To your good fortune, your brother was not like your father. You approach your father, and take the bow from him. Placing it back on its shelf on the wall. You sigh heavily, taking the woven net you used to use to place your baby on your chest. Placing it on your chest, as you continued to ignore your father.

"I'm talking to you Y/N!!! I want an answer" commands your father. You continue to adjust your baby, you didn't want to answer your father. "Neytiri made it for me…she is teaching me how to hunt" you speak, still not looking at him. You hear your father scoff, as if what you said was a joke.

You knew that for your father hunting was not allowed for you. He had another future for you, you were going to be the future seer of the clan. Your job was to be the woman who would carry the roots of your clan. Not a hunter, that was not appropriate for you. That was a different thing between clans, categories and job assignments were something common in your clan. While in the Omaticaya clan everyone did what they wanted, in your clan everyone had their tasks assigned to them, and they had to perform them strictly.

"I don't see what's funny… I feel comfortable here" you speak, while making eye contact with your father. Who was now looking at you with irritation. He had made you bolder since the last time he saw you. "Comfortable? Y/N you don't belong here" your father now moves closer to you, sinking you with his large stature. You lower your gaze feeling somewhat intimidated by your father's presence. You didn't have the courage to contradict your father, you never had and now even less.

"But dad…here I am sure, you can stay and get used to the new clan. Everyone here is friendly" you speak, giving your brother a glance. He looked somewhat excited about your proposal, in the camp where your father and brother had set up, with the survivors of your clan. It wasn't a very flat place, it was located below the mountains, near a river, the place was wet and full of rocks. They could barely find food, and the weather was horrible.

"Can we stay?" your brother answers, you sit down next to him. "Sure, I…" you begin to speak, but you see your father kneel down in front of the two of you.

"You guys are not staying anywhere, in the morning you will pack all your things. And we will leave with our clan" your father speaks, signaling you both with his hand. He had a face of authority, and looked angry. You two say nothing, and just nod your heads.

You didn't want to leave, after all this time you had grown comfortable in your new life. You had tried so hard to learn and become part of the clan. You were just beginning to charm in the clan, when your father wanted you back in the clan. You decide not to say anything, not daring to disobey your father. You get up from the floor, giving your father another look. "Let me prepare your beds" you speak, starting to walk towards a trunk where you had some hammocks. You used to have them there, kiri and tuk used to have sleepovers in your hut. You wipe away some tears, try to calm down a bit.

The night came quickly, you tried to offer food to your father but he refused, making a face of disgust. You were already reaching your limit of patience. He didn't want to accept anything, you had barely spoken to him all evening. On the other hand, your brother accepted the food you offered him with much emotion, he hadn't eaten well for days. At least he was grateful. Your father was so defensive, he even criticized your manner of dress, complaining that such omaticaya clothing was inappropriate. Talking to you about your future, and the future of your baby. While you just sat next to your brother, listening to all his talk.

It was 12:00 am when everyone finally went to bed, your father took the biggest hammock. You had set up another hammock for your brother, and a smaller one for yourself. While your baby slept peacefully in his own hammock. You could hardly close your eyes, you were anxious and sad. You knew that as soon as the sun came up, you would have to pack your things and leave with your father. And the most distressing thing was that you couldn't tell neteyam or the sully's anything. But you didn't want to do that…you wanted to stay here. You sat in the hammock, and looked around at everyone around you. It seemed everyone was sound asleep, so you got up. You wanted to clear your mind for a while, so you check on your baby one more time. You know your father may be strict, but he would never hurt his grandson. You walk carefully out of the hut.

The whole camp was silent, only a few humans could be seen sitting on the stairs of the metal structures they claimed to be their home. You walked carefully, taking a deep breath. You were approaching the sully hut, you hadn't seen them since you left quickly. Approaching carefully, you can see a figure outside the hut. When you finally get closer you can tell it was Neteyam, who was kneeling down and setting up some pots outside the hut. It was probably to get water in the morning. "Hello" you speak, in a soft voice.

This makes neteyam jump a little, turning quickly to see who it was. Noticing that it was you, you can see his whole body relax. "Oh…Y/N!!!" he sounds excited and relieved that you were here. And he really felt that way, he thought his family had said or done something that caused you to take your family out of their home. He gets up from the floor, wiping his hands on his thigh, he hears your laughter. "What's so funny?" neteyam looks up, as he sits up to raise his arms, stretching them in the air. Inviting you in for a hug. You hesitate a bit, but carefully approach. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you lay your head on his chest. As you feel neteyam's arms wrap around you in a warm hug.

"Are you all right? Everything okay?" asks Neteyam, as he continues to hug you. He can feel the sadness in your grip, as if it was the last time you could hug him. It felt nostalgic. "We can go for a walk for a while…it can be near here" you speak, raising your gaze on his chest. Neteyam lowers his gaze, giving you a smile. "Sure…I know a place you'll love" neteyam says, stroking your hair.

He pulls away from you, entangling his hand with yours. Guiding you around the camp, the camp was a pretty strange place, but you had never found it to be anything fun or amazing. You used to leave the camp to do things, but now you were watching as neteyam led you deeper into the cave. Rolling over some rocks, watching everything around you change. You could see how everything was getting darker, and the wildlife was lighting up around you. You were fascinated, letting go of Neteyam's hand and running off to play with some dragonflies that were flying around you. Neteyam stops for a moment, seeing how happy you were.

"This is beautiful" you speak, now approaching neteyam. "And that you still don't see anything, come we are close" neteyam takes your hand again, he started walking. While you continue to play with the things you meet on the way. After walking for a while. You pass between some curtains that you had learned were very common flowers in places where there was a lot of water. In the background you could hear the sound of the water crashing against the rocks, it was very beautiful.

When you went through the curtains of flowers, your eyes were illuminated by the sight in front of you. It was a cavern, where there was a small river of sorts. The cavern was adorned with luminous fauna, some luminous creatures. The water of the river was so crystal clear, you could see fish swimming underneath it, among the rocks. You couldn't believe what you were seeing, everything was so beautiful. Out of this world…well out of your world. In your village there was nothing like this, the snow did not allow nature to create such beautiful ecosystems. Sure you had seen beautiful things, but nothing like this. You run all over the place, looking at everything around you. Touching and playing with everything. You looked like a little girl, discovering something for the first time.

Neteyam let you enjoy this new experience, sitting on a rock next to the river. Leaning back on his hands, laughing to himself. You looked so serene and beautiful. You run in his direction, sitting down quickly as you stumble a bit. "Hey, watch out" says neteyam, holding your arm helping you sit up. You were so excited.

"How do you know about this place? It's amazing" you ask. "Well… lo'ak and spider discovered it, but I like to say that I kept it alive" says neteyam jokingly. He used to come here when he was feeling very stressed with the job of being his father's successor. After a long day, this was the best place to come and sit and meditate.

"I thought you would need a place where you could feel happy" says neteyam, seeing all your attention turn to him.

"Yes…I do" you speak, lowering your gaze to the floor. Trying to hide your sadness. "We could bring herwin here someday…I know he'd love all this" neteyam says, touching some luminous leaves touching his feet. It hurt you to know that you were about to leave a good father for your son.

"About that…" you feel your heart clench, you had to tell him you won't be around tomorrow. Your father had given an order, and you had no choice but to accept.

"About what?" neteyam steps closer in front of you, placing his hand on your chin making you look up. He could see how your cheeks were turning red, and your eyes watering. "I will return with my father and brother to our village" you speak.

"But…why? Are you safe here" neteyam tries to speak, he can be heard a little upset.

"I have to do it…it's the right thing to do. I would love to stay here, with your family and you…but I have a duty to do" you speak, as you began to feel your throat dry up from the pain. Tears were gathering on your face with more intensity.

"What duty? Y/N don't you have to go!!!" neteyam raises his voice a little, you could hear the desperation in his voice. Taking your hands in his, squeezing them a little. Just to get your attention, bringing them to his chest.

"You don't understand neteyam…he hates everyone here. He wants me to carry on the family lineage, he wants me to play my corresponding role in the clan" you cry, letting all your feelings come out. Neteyam wipes away some tears with his thumb. He takes your hands again with more strength.

"But what do you want?" your ears perk up at his question. "I want to stay here…I just want that" you speak, trying to control your breathing.

"Then stay" neteyam says, now moving closer now to be inches away from you. Nestling a few pieces of your hair behind your ear. "I don't…" you start to speak but neteyam interrupts you.

"Y/n, don't go… I promise you that my family will continue to take care of you and your baby. I will continue to take care of both of you, I promise you that you will not miss anything and that you will be fine. I want to be…" neteyam kept talking, immersed in his monologue. He was sure that he would convince you …. while you felt that now everything made sense.

At this moment you were living what you had seen in your visions a year ago. This is the famous vision, neteyam holding your hands on his chest. Lowering his face from time to time to pause and give you a kiss on the palm of your hand. Everything was so clear now, the whole place, the surrounding atmosphere was just as you had felt it at that moment. The only difference was that now you could see the man in front of you. Of course, eywa had warned you of this situation, she knew that all this was going to happen. And now it was your time to decide.

You quickly get up from the ground, letting go of neteyam's hands, leaving him sitting on the ground now more confused than before. You bend a little, placing your hands on either side of neteyam's back. Giving him a kiss on his forehead, you walk away towards the exit. "I have to go" you shout a little, as you run towards the curtain of flowers. Neteyam gets up from the floor. "But" the poor boy didn't understand anything.

"See you tomorrow at the camp entrance…very early!!!" you shout, running as fast as you can on your way to your hut. Meanwhile neteyam stood there still in his place, now he didn't know what was going on. He was going crazy. Meanwhile you were running as fast as you could, luckily you were very good at remembering routes, so you knew how to get out of that place. It was a while, until you saw the camp. And as it was beginning to light up by the sun's rays coming in from the entrance. It had been a couple of hours since you and neteyam had decided to walk.

And you get as fast as you can to your home. When you get there you notice that everyone is still asleep, it's still 3 hours before everyone has to get up. So you walk carefully to where your son was, taking him in your arms. You lay down with him in your hammock, anxiously waiting for the dawn to come faster.

You had something very clear, you had already decided. You were going to stay here, this was what eywa wanted for you. She had told you her purpose with you a long time ago and your place was here. You felt comfortable, happy and for the first time in your life. You wanted to be more than what your father wanted you to be. Smiling to yourself, you tried to rest. Even though you couldn't sleep, you knew that in a couple of hours you would have to face your father. But you were ready…you had made your decision.

Morning came quickly for your good fortune, you were still lying in bed. Until you begin to hear some voices of some na'vi starting to leave their homes to start the day. You get out of bed again, noticing how your brother had begun to stretch. "Good morning, sleep well?" you ask, seeing how your brother only responds with a yawn and a smile. As your brother got up, he was followed by your father. But unlike your brother, this one gets up quickly. Stretching and walking straight to the entrance of the hut. Examining the weather outside the large cave. "Good morning father" you speak. Your father turns around, and is surprised by your sudden change in mood.

"Good morning…are you ready?" your father speaks. "Yes…I just have to pick up a few things and I'm ready" you speak, trying to hide your plan. You were going to pack some things, you would follow his plan and just before you left the camp you would tell him that you didn't want to go back to the clan. You could tell him now, but you didn't want to make a drama in the village. Your father nods his head, turning to continue looking outside.

You packed some things, it was your old clothes. It was the old clothes you had come to the clan in. Holding your baby on your chest, adjusting it in the carry. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was going to happen in a couple of minutes. You approach your father, touching his shoulder. He looks at you and smiles…he looked happy. And that makes your heart break into a thousand pieces, you were about to let go of the last thing you had left of your family. If only he could understand, that he couldn't control your life. You sigh and start to walk out of the hut.

The closer you got to the exit, you couldn't help but wonder if this was the best decision. After all they were your family, your real family. Will you be doing the right thing? "When we get to the village… I want you to meet a young warrior. Remember Ueyoä he will be a good mate," says your father, sounding happy and pleased with his words. While for you, it was a bucket of cold water…he was not going to change. He never has and never will. You just reply with an 'ok' and keep walking.

You approached the exit of the cave, your father went ahead…starting to go down the rocky slopes quickly. According to him, so that no one would notice they were gone and they wouldn't start asking unnecessary questions. While your brother was behind him, but still close to you. You had stood still at the edge of the exit. "I'm not going," you speak firmly.

Your father stops, and looks at you incredulously. What were you saying? He couldn't believe what was coming out of your mouth. "What?" he tries to sound calm, but the discomfort in his tone of voice was very noticeable.

"I will stay here in the omaticaya clan, that is what eywa wants and I will comply" your voice is firm, you were looking at the horizon, not making eye contact with the man. You knew that if you looked him in the eye, you would be intimidated and let him manipulate you as usual. Your father walks quickly towards you, he was annoyed. Closing his fingers tightly, you had never been scared by your father until now. Your brother tried to get in the middle, to calm your father down. But in futility, your father pushes him aside. And just as he was about to approach you and take your arm.

Someone stops him by placing their hand on his chest. Pushing him back a little, you had shifted your gaze to the side. Expecting the pain of the enlargement in your arm, but feeling nothing. You open your eyes to see neteyam. He was in front of you, creating a shield with his whole body. "Don't touch her," says neteyam, moving closer to you.

"You stay away from my daughter…and Y/N let's get out of here!!!" orders your father. He was agitated and angry. You could see how upset he was, his whole body attitude said so.

"No, I'm staying here. And I'm not going to explain it to you or anyone else." you raise your voice a little. Watching as your father started pacing back and forth, altered.

"Listen to me Y/N…if you stay here you will lose everything, you will lose your family. You won't be able to go back to your clan, you don't belong here. They will leave you alone, and there will be no one waiting for you out there. You will be left alone…YOU LISTEN TO ME ALONE!!!" your father shouts, showing all his fangs. Neteyam was holding your hand tightly, in order to support you. The screams were so loud that he had woken up your baby, causing him to cry out in fright. You were a bit shocked by his words, you didn't know what to say. Just as you were about to respond, you felt a hand wrap around you. Wrapping it around your chest, moving you backwards.

"She's not alone…she has this family" says neytiri, you turn to look back. Your eyes had just widened at the sight of her. Again she was there to save you, as if eywa herself had sent her to protect you. As if your mother herself had sent her. Holding you tightly over her. Now hugging you, moving further behind her. You can see the other members of the sully family approaching. Lo'ak and kiri…even jake. Who had already stepped forward and was standing next to his mate.

Your father grunts angrily, annoyed to see how these na'vi were protecting you. "You know what, do what you want…but then don't come back asking me to forgive you" says your father, turning to start his way back to his village. "Come on son!!!" shouts your father, yelling at your brother. He had been silent the whole time, he was in a state of shock. He never thought that you would reveal yourself to his father. You move a little away from neytiri, running to where your brother was. "You don't have to go…you can stay with me. You know how father is with you, he doesn't deserve you" you speak, while caressing your brother's cheek. Listening as your father screams and calls him back. "You know I love you very a lot sis… take care of yourself" says your brother, This scared one moves away from you, you could see how some tears were accumulating in his eyes. But he decides to follow your father.

You stand there, silently watching the two men walk away. You felt sad, but at the same time you felt that sense of freedom. Like a whole burden was lifted off your shoulders. "Hey" you turn around when you hear neteyam's voice. He had tapped you on the shoulder but you barely noticed. Watching as everyone had approached you, watching as neytiri wrapped you in a hug. Followed by the whole family. "You'll be fine…everything will be fine" jake says, pulling away from the hug. You smile at him, as you felt your baby calming down.

"Come here beautiful little ball" says neytiri taking the baby from your arms. You hand him to her, breathing calmly. "Why don't we go have breakfast, okay?" says Jake, as everyone starts walking to the hut. You turn once more into the distance, hoping that at least your brother had returned with you. "Hey…you coming?" speaks neteyam, taking your hand. You move closer, and lay your head on his arm, letting him guide you inside.

You help prepare breakfast with kiri, while lo'ak jokes with you. Neytiri was holding the baby in her lap, combing some pieces of his hair. Jake was next to her, chatting with her. Even tuk was next to you, lying on your back. This is what you wanted so badly… for so long. You felt so happy, comfortable and safe. As if you belonged here, as if this had always been your determined place. Kiri and lo'ak keep joking, while you get up from the floor. You go out to look for neteyam, since you had arrived at the family hut, he had not entered. You walk out, to find him staring off into the distance.

"Hey… what's wrong with you?" you ask, approaching him. Watching as he reaches out his hand, to take yours. Dragging you towards him, to hug you. Hugs had become habitual between the two of you…after all he said he was going to protect you. "I was just wondering if your brother would come…he looked unsure," says Neteyam. He can hear your sigh. "That's up to him…he knows he's always welcome here" you say, hugging neteyam tighter. "You're right" neteyam gives you a kiss on the crown of your head.

"And you, what are you thinking?" neteyam lowers his head, watching as you look up at him with a tender smile. "Did I ever tell you that we had already met in a vision?" you speak, seeing neteyam's ears perk up curiously, pouting his lips. You chuckle to yourself, lowering your gaze, burying your head on his chest. "I don't think so…but I'd like you to tell me the whole story," says Neteyam. Neteyam takes your chin in his hands, slowly moving closer to let his lips touch yours and ……

"Hey!!!! Get up!!!!" shouts your brother. You flutter your eyes open, sitting up in your bed made of some animal skins. Stroking your neck, you moan quietly for a moment, trying to get yourself together. "Hey…dad's been calling you for a while. I think you should go" says your brother, you look at him curiously, you seemed to have a dead look on your face. "What? Are you here?" you ask, touching your brother's face. Making a disgusted face, and pulling away from your touch.

"Did you have another vision again ah? What was it about this time?" the boy asks, as you watch a snowstorm fall outside the hut. It was all a vision, it had felt so real…so real. "This time it was…so real" you speak, almost stuttering. "mmm remember what mama says, that visions are completed in their own time, in eywa time" your brother says, working on the basket he was weaving.

You remain silent, for a moment. Something in you felt joy, because if that was the case. You knew you were going to be okay. But on the other hand, you knew you were going to lose so many important people in your life, for others to come along. "Are you okay?" your brother asks you, you reach over and give him a kiss on the forehead. "I'm going to miss you so much" your brother looks at you with confusion. "You're crazy!" he says, you just laugh. Lying back down on your bed, waiting for everything to happen.

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fandompov · 1 year

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hello lovely, i have an idea for a request! platonic!sully fam x human!reader; what if jake had a child on earth but haven’t seen them since he came to pandora or maybe he didn’t even know that he had a child. that child is now older and has also come to pandora. just jake trying to reconnect with his long lost child and them trying to be a good older sibling to their blue alien half-siblings. i feel like especially lo’ak would get well along with the reader since he’s had to deal with comments about his extra finger and eyebrows his whole life and maybe he would enjoy having someone to teach him about earthly things :3

꧁༺CONNECTION Part. 1༻꧂

Sully!Family x Fem human!reader

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!! :)

Warning: English is not my first language

Part. 2

Where you came from, the Earth was no longer as green as it once was, the air was no longer as pure and clean. The Earth had been destroyed by man and his selfishness. But you remember the stories that people told about a place a few years away from the Earth, a place where life exists. Where the richness of varying colors, the trees resemble those of Earth. This planet is called Pandora. A planet where the people who live there are called the Na'vi.

"Get ready to land." a voice said into the microphone. You opened your eyes again, waking up from your thoughts. "So Mrs. Sully are you ready for your new adventure?" said a military man who was sitting next to you. "Yes," you answered in a whisper.

When you left the interstellar starships, you discovered a new world, even more beautiful than you had imagined and seen in pictures. Outside there was someone waiting for you. "Ms. Sully, I'm pleased to meet you, I'm General Ardmore, I'm commander of the Joint Expeditionary Task Force." said the soldier. "Come, I'll show you around."

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"And finally, this is our lab, do you have any questions?" she asked. "What exactly is my mission, why did you send me to Pandora?" you asked, confused by your presence. You were not a person of the army and even less a scientist. Yes, you had very good basics of what was Na'vi and their culture, but then to know you here on this planet where people much more qualified than you was disconcerting. "You will know it when the time will come." said the general Ardmore.

General Ardomore was explaining important things, when she stopped. "Colonel Miles Quaritch, I have someone to present to you." You turned around and saw an Avatar. "Colonel Miles Quaritch, the girl I mentioned yesterday, Mrs. Sully." said the General in a firm tone. You see an expression of surprise and even almost anger when you look at the avatar's face. "Mrs. Sully will leave with you tomorrow."

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You were in the forest with the avatars. Hiding behind some plants. According to Colonel Quaritch, you had to hide behind the plants in order to catch the enemies, "They are approaching, prepare yourself", said one of the avatars. You didn't have the time to understand, that the avatar came out and raised their weapons on four people. "Put it down or I will shoot you" one of the avatars yelled at the young children.

Even though you were still behind the plants, too surprised by the situation, you could see the fear in the eyes of the four people. "Down on your knees, stop fighting!" shouted another avatar who then used his strength to put the tree Na'vi on their knees. "SULLY!!!" shouted Quaritch, "Come here and be helpful." You approached him and he handed you an electronic device. You could see the confusion in the young Na'vi boy's face when he heard your name. "What have we here?" said the Colonel with a smile. "Look Colonel check it, four fingers we have half breed." said one of the soldiers showing the four fingers of the girl to Quaritch.

The Colonel went to the other Na'vi, "Show me your fingers " he said in a strong voice . But, he answered only by showing his middle fingers. "You're his aren't you" Quaritch said with a smile. "YOU!! Come here" said the Colonel Miles. You approached him, while he gave you explanations of how to use the device, you had in your hands. You landed on a page with a picture of a Navi. You could see next to it the name -Jake Sully-.

#neteyam x y/n #neteyam x oc #neteyam #loak x you #loak imagine #loak x reader #avatar neteyam #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #jake sully #atwow #sully!reader #avatar the way of water x human!reader #loak x human!reader #avatar movie #neytiri #neteyam x reader

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mayhemories · 1 year

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Neteyam x reader (She/her pronouns)

Huddling for warmth trope please!

If You Wanted A Cuddle, You Could Have Asked

Uh-oh, I took 'huddling' and ran with it... I hope you're still satisfied with my interpretation of this trope, wanted to make it a little different but really could've gone a million different ways with this one! I have been loving all of the requests that have been sent, keep sending them they provide me with so much joy and purpose. <3

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar)

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: This fluff gets a lil spicy, !!no minors!!

Words: 1.2k

Author’s Notes:

Neteyam is 21, reader is 21. Lo’ak and Kiri are roughly 20ish. I’m gonna estimate Tuk is 7 or 8?

Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!

Taglist: @myheartfollower @luvlykrispy

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You tossed and turned in your sleeping hammock. The rains had come early to you mountain home. Usually, the forest was warm, sometimes humid. But since moving to High Camp the altitude and rain came together to create something you never really felt bred for, the cold.

You were shivering, your teeth chattering against one another in rapid succession. You felt your nose and the tips of your ears begining to burn, the pain sizzling into numbness, usually a comforting feeling to you when you were high in the sky, soaring with your ikran. But now, you just felt ill. You weren’t really one to normally care about clothes, but you were thankful for the shawl Kiri had gifted you earlier in the evening, pulling it tighter around your shoulders, bringing your knees as far as they could to your chest, in fetal position.

Yet warmth never found you.

You opened your eyes, groaning as you rolled onto your back, looking up at the waxed canvas and leather that built your tent. This time of year the sky often held the three moons, their light beautiful and full, causing Pandora’s bioluminescence to glow brighter, for longer. The waxed canvas was fantastic at keeping the light out at night.

Usually.

You quickly held your hands up to your face, shivering as you did so, hands shaking ever so slightly. You could see them perfectly, like it was the middle of the day. It was far too bright in here, you could never see your hands usually.

Your head whipped around, sitting up in your hammock you tried to find where the light was coming from.

Right above your door, a perfect circle was cut into the waxed canvas, the moonlight flooding in, brining all the cold air with it. It would be an easy fix in the morning, just a small little patch to cover it. It wasn’t unusual for the canvas to wear or damage, or even for the leather to rip over time. But this was a perfect little hole. Like someone had done surgery on your tent to let all the cold air in and to flush you out.

You knew it was late but you were so inconceivabley angry that someone had messed with your wall, and, that you were cold. So, you slipped out of your hammock, your aching legs hitting the ground and walked to the only person that could make you feel better about both things.

Slipping into the Sully’s tent at night wasn’t that uncommon for you, you would always long to see your friends, and you knew Jake and Neytiri didn’t mind waking up to you being in their home, in fact they encouraged sleepovers your whole childhood, that did not fade into your adulthood. What was surprising, however, was that the Sully’s were asleep in front of their firepit that Neytiri used for cooking. They obviously had felt the cold too, despite their tent not being sabotaged. Jake laid near the door, Neytiri’s head on his chest and little Tuk asleep on his stomach. Lo’ak was only an arms length away from Neytriri laying on his back, long lanky arms strewn across his face. You stifled a laugh when you noticed Kiri, using Lo’ak’s ankles as a pillow, green shawl wrapped tightly around her, she laid like you had only moments ago, fetal, craving warmth.

Neteyam laid on the other side of the open room, furthest away from the fire, but with a woven blanket Kiri had made him for his most recent nameday. He laid with plenty of room, and conveniently, plenty of blanket.

Neteyam had never officially courted you, or even expressed the want, or any thoughts about you at all really.

But in all your childhood sleepovers, until now, Neteyam always left space for you, you always found eachother anyway. Even if you started of opposite sides of the room, you knew that you would end up wrapped in his thick arms, head on his chest, legs wrapped up in one another.

There was one night, last summer when you awoke in the middle of the night, Neteyam spooning you, as you so often did, but his tail had wrapped itself around your thigh. You had never felt so seen as you did that night.

You made quick work of crawling under the blanket. You laid on your side, facing away from him, yet his relaxed features did not leave your mind. You knew you were freezing, you refrained from touching him, but his radiating heat helped nonetheless.

You sighed, deeply. It felt so right being here like this, with him. You did not want to think about when you would inevitably find this space filled by another, for now, Neteyam had no lover, and the space was yours.

Neteyam stirred, pulling you by the waist to be close to him, entrapping you there with his heavy arm across your abdomen. His hot breath fanned out across the shell of your ear. Your ear flicked back and forth, adjusting to the warmth and the sensitive sensation.

“You are so cold, ma (y/n).” Neteyam whispered, his voice husky with sleep. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs to relieve some tension. “Come, we can huddle together for warmth.” Neteyam pushed his body closer to yours, entangling your legs, and wrapping his other arm under your neck.

This was everything you wanted, but you were too hot for all the wrong reasons. You could feel Neteyam in every intimate way along your back and behind. His breath fanned over your ear and down your face, remnants of the intimacy causing goosebumps to rise on your exposed neck.

“There was a hole in my tent.” You whispered softly to the boy nearly asleep behind you. Surely, providing context to your late night sleepover would make the whole thing more normal.

“I know, ma (y/n).” The ghost like touch of Neteyam’s soft lips found your hair line, leaving nothing but the imagination of a kiss in its wake. “How else would I have assurance that you would come to find me in the middle of the night? Happens a lot less often these days.” You felt your stomach drop and flip simultaneously at Neteyam’s sleepy confession. You knew that this was something probably worth getting angry over, but as Neteyam’s tail wrapped around your thigh, and one of his hands ghosted over the mound of your breast, and his lips left small, barely-there kisses down the side of your face and neck, you couldn’t find it in you to be angry.

He made you feel a lot of things in that moment, across your entire body, mind and soul. But angry was not one of them.

“I will patch it tomorrow morning, I promise.” Neteyam said softly, as his tail made its way up and down your thigh, his strong thumb rubbing circles into your hip bone.

“I would surely hope so,” You whispered, turning your head, your lips a hairsbreadth apart. “If you wanted a cuddle, you could’ve asked Neteyam.” His lips were as warm as what you always had pictured them to be. Soft, but his kiss was not. His tongue explored your mouth, and though you tried to assert dominance you knew you would let this boy ruin you. He stifled your moan with his own mouth, though realising what he coaxed from you he pulled away, smiling in the firelight.

“I want to do so much more than just cuddle. But this is for warmth, and warmth only.” His smile and golden eyes were always going to be enough for you to feel warmth. It did not hurt that his body was there too.

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hopeluna-archived · 1 year

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hiiiiiiiiiiiiii can I ask for a lucifer x mc headcanons but mc is the exact opposite of lucifer.

Like how lucifer is always serious, sadistic, a lil scary and not easily forgiving but mc is soft, sweet, passionate and forgives everyone easily. I hope you get what I mean :D

Thx!!! ❤️

! Cupid's arrrows

── ❥ Characters: Lucifer x reader

── ❥ CW: none!

── ❥ A/N: ok so I kinda did a similar something like this here but imma do it again 'cause i'm a sucker for the Grumpy x sunshine trope <3 oh and I uh- accidentally turned it into a drabble kinda oops? Also its kinda shit ngl (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

M.list

" - and did you think I wouldn't find out that you've been using my credit card for your purchases, unecessary purchases-"

Mammon wasn't sure how much time had passed since Lucifer started talking. Maybe three hours? Four? It was as if time had started to melt and Mammon wasn't even sure what Lucifer was scolding him about at this point, his voice nothing but a distant buzzing in the corner of Mammon's mind.

All he did know is that he happened to have the worst timing today and had stumbled across Lucifer at the exact moment he had fallen victim to one of the Anti-Lucifer league's schemes.

Lucifer, of course, saw Mammon and didn't bother to waste another second before dragging him by the ear to his office. Mammon also didn't bother defending himself 'cause he knew that usually Lucifer would understand that it wasn't Mammon's doing but lately the stress of managing RAD had taken a toll on him and so the first person to fall in his sight would be a victim of his lectures.

The victim being Mammon, unsurprisingly.

"are you even listening to me?"

Mammon's eyes snapped back from the wall to notice Lucifer's narrowed eyes. "What? Don't you have anything to say? A defence? An apology? Something instead of emptily staring off into nowhere?"

Just as Mammon opened his mouth to try a pathetic attempt to sway his brother's attention from his sharp words, the door to the office behind Mammon opened and the sudden shift in Lucifer's expression almost made him question reality.

"Lucifer?"

Oh its MC, that makes sense. This is my cue to get out of here!

"Yes, darling?" The honeyed voice of Lucifer that followed would surely render any other demon speechless to even process that tone came from the cold Avatar of Pride himself.

" we had a date planned, remember? I think we should leave if we wanna get to the restaurant in time!"

"You're right, we should get going-" and like the demon in the middle of the room he was previously scolding didn't exist, Lucifer made his way to the door without missing a beat "- i'm glad you came to inform me before it got late", his voice soft and expression as if he'd been struck by arrows, the good kind though.

Well that was weird. As far as Mammon knew from Asmo, Lucifer and MC's date was not going to start until after almost two hours so he didn't understand why MC had showed up to the office to take Lucifer away from another two hours of scolding.

A wink and smile from MC before the door closed answered that question for him.

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cookiesandbiscuits · 4 days

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Two Left Feet

Pairing: Lucifer x GN!Reader (can be read as platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You just received your invitation for RAD's annual Acquaintance Ball, but there's a problem: you can't dance. So you turn to the eldest Avatar of the Seven Deadly Sins for help.

A/N: I based this fic on the balls from several historical fantasy webcomics I've been reading. This is basically just Luci tutoring the reader how to waltz (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Also, if you ask me why a ball, I've always imagined the Devildom as a place inspired by the late 19th-early 20th century, sprinkled with 21st-century things :3 (I'm just obsessed with the era)

Anyways, enjoy!! =w=

Warning: NOT PROOFREAD!!! The reader is referred to as MC

MASTERLIST

Now Playing: Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich

"Ack! Sorry!"

You winced as you felt Lucifer's foot under yours for the umpteenth time today.

"I told you, just relax."

"Right, right... sorry."

You let out a sigh as you make another turn. The two of you have been practicing waltz for a few days now, yet you still kept on stepping on Lucifer's foot while dancing.

You thought about the moment that started all of this.

"Lucifer? Are you here?"

You knocked on the door of his office, hoping that he'd be inside. Luckily for you, he was.

"MC? Come in."

Hearing his voice, you pushed the door open. There, you saw Lucifer who sat on his leather desk chair, holding a cup of coffee. His table was full of paper stacked on top of each other, which was typical. Although you've noticed that the pile was larger than it was before.

"Did I disturb you? I can come back later if you want."

The eldest shook his head, placing the cup on the table. "No, I was just in the middle of my break. Is something the matter?"

He beckoned you to sit down on the sofa, which you did.

"Well... I'd like to ask you something about the upcoming Acquaintance Ball," you spoke while looking down at the invitation that you brought with you.

"Ah, right. I take it you've already received your invitation?"

"Yes, I did. The teacher gave them to the class earlier."

Lucifer hummed. "So? What is it that you'd like to ask?"

"Umm..." you fidgeted in your seat. "When the invitation said "ball", does it mean the balls like those in historical fantasy stories?"

"If you mean the balls similar to the ones held at the castle, rest assured. It is nothing like that at all, although I understand the confusion."

You sighed in relief at Lucifer's words. "Thank goodness–"

"Although there will be dancing involved."

You froze. "D-dance? What... kind of dancing?"

There was a small pause before Lucifer answered. "Since it's a social event, I'd say the popular kinds of dances but ballroom dances like waltz may also be included in the program."

Waltz?! You felt your jaw drop which caused Lucifer to raise his eyebrow.

"Umm... That sounds fun, but I think I'll have to pass."

"Unfortunately for you, since you're a part of the exchange program, you must attend the ball," the eldest replies, instantly shooting down your hopes of bailing out.

"May I ask why you wish to not attend after asking me questions about the ball?" he gave you a questioning look as he took his cup for a sip.

His gaze on you made you squirm in your seat.

"...ance."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I can't... dance. I don't know how to dance the waltz," you said, averting your gaze from Lucifer's. You can feel the heat spread to your cheeks as he continues to look at you.

"...The decision to add waltz to the program isn't final yet."

"But still...!" You returned your eyes to the demon, your eyebrows furrowed due to anxiety.

"If you're so worried about the waltz, shall I give you lessons to ease your concerns?"

You look at Lucifer, bewildered at his suggestion.

"You're giving me waltz lessons? But... aren't you like, super busy at the moment because of the ball?"

You watched as Lucifer took another sip from his cup.

"Yes, but apart from the program itself, the preparations are almost complete and will be finished after a few more days. Since the night of the ball is still three weeks away, there will be ample time for you to learn the basics."

You can only blink at what he said.

And that's how you got yourself into your current situation.

"MC, focus!"

You flinched at the sound of Lucifer's voice, making you return your attention to what you were doing. Another apology threatened to spill from your lips.

He was, unsurprisingly, a strict teacher. But despite that, he also was caring in his way. And the strict lessons were quite helpful for you to understand the steps.

"...Shall we take a break?" he asks, looking at you with concern. He probably noticed that you were tired, you thought.

You nodded and went to sit on one of the chairs in the room.

"Here."

You look up to Lucifer holding out a bottle of water to you.

"Thanks."

You take the bottle from his hand and scoot over to give him space to sit on.

......

"...Hey, Lucifer?"

You were the first to break the silence.

"What is it?"

"Thanks a lot. You know, for the lessons."

"...You're welcome."

You fiddled with the bottle in your hands. He was a busy man, you were aware of that, yet he still helped you with your small problem.

"I meant it, you know? I'm grateful you're helping me out with my problem, even though your schedule is packed. And you're still helping me out even though I'm a slow learner. I mean, how many times have I stepped on your foot while we're dancing?"

You let out an embarrassed chuckle as you remembered the times you'd stepped on Lucifer's foot while dancing.

"I've taught worse. And you've improved a lot since the first day."

"Really?"

You turned your head in his direction, your eyes scanning the eldest's face for hints of deception. You found none.

"Yes. You've stepped on my feet significantly less than you did in our first lesson."

Oh.

You pouted at the demon's words, making him laugh in amusement. He then gingerly patted your head, ruffling your hair in the process, causing you to pout even more.

"You'll be fine, don't worry."

A gentle smile formed on Lucifer's lips and you can't help but return it as you relished in the comforting warmth of the sight.

Days passed and tonight was the night of the Acquaintance Ball. You took a deep breath before entering the hall where the ball was held.

"MC, over here!"

You look in the direction where the voice came from. In the corner near the entrance were Luke, Simeon, and Solomon. All of them were wearing their formal attire.

"Wow, you guys look great tonight!" you said when you were near enough for them to hear you.

Luke beamed at the compliment. "Hehe, thanks. You look great in your outfit too!"

"Luke's right. Your outfit suits you well, MC," Simeon added.

"Aww, you guys are going to make me blush. Asmo helped me pick my outfit," you say as you look down to check your outfit.

"Well, Asmodeus did have an eye for these kinds of things. Anyway, I think the program's about to start," Solomon remarked, noticing that people had started to walk toward the center of the hall.

Holding out his hand to you, he spoke, "Shall we get going?"

You replied with a smile as you took his hand and followed the people's direction.

"Welcome, our dear students, to the annual Acquaintance Ball of the Royal Academy of Diavolo! This is a night most special indeed, as tonight, we are joined by our very first exchange students from the Celestial Realm and the Human World! We hope that you will enjoy tonight's ball as we form new bonds and meet new acquaintances! But before that, let us give a round of applause for the Crown Prince and the Student Council's President, His Highness, Lord Diavolo's opening speech."

Now that the opening ceremony is finished, people began dancing on the dance floor.

You watched as couples pair up and dance to the rhythm of the music.

"May I have this dance?"

An outstretched hand suddenly appeared in front of you. You looked at the person asking you and smiled.

"It's my pleasure, Lord Diavolo."

The demon prince returned the gesture with a smile of his own.

"Please, there's no need for formalities. Just call me like you used to," he says as the two of you walked towards the dance floor.

"I could never in this situation. Besides, I might get an earful if a certain someone overhears me calling the prince casually," you replied with a wry smile, already imagining the lecture you'll get if Lucifer or Mephisto knew you called Diavolo with the nickname you gave him during this formal event.

"Haha, we can't have that, can we?" The prince grinned as he twirled you in time with the music.

"Speaking of which, I've heard that Lucifer taught you how to waltz."

"Oh, yes. He's a wonderful teacher. I still can't believe how he managed to teach someone with two left feet like me how to dance like this at all, especially since he's also busy handling the preparations for this ball."

"Well, it is Lucifer, after all. He always does things perfectly. But it's not only because of him, but also because you're determined to learn." Diavolo smiled once again and bows as the music reaches its end.

You curtsied in return. "Thank you for the wonderful dance and compliment, My Lord."

You got a few more dance requests after that. Some were the brothers, some were your fellow exchange students, while the others were demons eager to make your acquaintance.

By the time you were done, your body was basically screaming for rest. So you politely declined the incoming requests and head to the balcony for some fresh air.

The cool Devildom breeze gently caressed your skin, making your body relax instantly. You took in the serene scenery of the night, watching the twinkling stars of the night sky and the soft lights of the town below merge into one picturesque sight.

"Taking a break?"

You turned to the door where to voice came from. There stood Lucifer, donning his demon form in all of its glory.

"Oh, yes. How about you?"

"Same as you," says the Avatar of Pride as he joined you in the balcony.

The space between you was filled in comfortable silence before Lucifer spoke once again.

"How's your night going for you?"

"It's fun. Tiring, but fun."

"I see. That's good then."

.....

"Hey, Lucifer?"

"Yes?"

"I know I already said my thanks, but I really couldn't have enjoyed this night without your help. Thank you."

"...You're welcome."

The two of you looked at each other and smiled before turning back to watch the night pass by.

#Spotify #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer fluff #obey me x reader #x platonic!reader #cookie writings #two posts in one night whoo!!

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neteyamssyulang · 7 months

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Biting

Day 23

Pairing: Neteyam aged up x Fem avatar reader

Summary: You decided to visit your mate during training not expecting the plans he has once you show up.

Warnings: Dom Neteyam, Sub reader, P in V, Marking, Creampie, Choking, Slight Aftercare.

Word count: 1587

Translation(s): Paskalin -> Honey, Yawne -> Beloved, Nga yawne lu oer -> I love you.

A/N: This has to be my favorite one now🤭

Tags: @teyamsatan @pandoraslxna <3

You made your way to the training grounds before sneaking up and jumping onto your mates back. Neteyam was in the middle of a lesson when suddenly he felt someone jump onto him.

His eyes widened in shock but quickly realized who it was "W-what are you doing?" You giggled before reluctantly getting off him "I missed you."

"Is that so?" He smirked trying to act confident even though his heart was beating like crazy. "I missed you too paskalin" he then gently pulled you close placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"You didn't have to attack me in order to talk to me though" Neteyam teased. "Well I wanted to surprise you" you grin. The male chuckled "You succeed, so what's up?." you shrug "I just wanted to see how the training was going."

"Ah I see, it's going well we're about to start some drills. Are you going to stay?" He silently hoped you'd say yes. "Would you like me to stay?" You say while running your hands down and up his toned chest.

Neteyam winked at you "Of course I would, but are you up for what I have planned?" You raised your eyebrow at him "I am yes."

"We'll see." He trailed his finger on your lips causing you to shiver at the touch. He then slowly brought your faces close together until your lips were mere centimeters from eachother.

"Shall we?" He smirked daring you to make the move. "Oh shut up and kiss me" you immediately catch his lips with yours while wrapping your arms around his neck.

Neteyam let out a deep chuckle against your lips enjoying the way you took charge. He then wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer deepening the kiss.

His tongue pressed against your lips demanding entrance which you happily granted. As you allowed him inside he immediately took control exploring your mouth.

A low growl rumbled through him as he savored your taste, his hands trailed down to grip your ass firmly. "T-teyam" you moaned into the kiss.

"Yes yawne?" He murmured letting his lips trace kisses down your neck. His teeth grazed your skin lightly causing a trail of goosebumps to erupt on your body.

"Sh-shouldn't you get back to training?" You say starting to pull away from him. Your mate tsked pulled you back to him "They can start without me, I'd much rather concentrate on something else right now."

Neteyam trailed his lips to the other side of your neck gently biting the soft skin. Shivers ran down your spine as you moaned softly.

His grip tightened as he felt your reaction "You enjoy this don't you?" He murmured sucking on your sweet spot.

"Y-yes" another moan left your lips. Neteyam grinned letting out a throaty chuckle "Then let's cut this conversation short and find somewhere more...private~"

Before you could react he scooped you up bridal style making you giggle. "I know a place where no one will find us" he said as he carried you away to a different part of the forest.

It didn't take him long to reach his destination. You both were in the middle of the forest, in a secluded glade. The tall trees above you offered shade, the grass soft and lush. It was peaceful, quiet... and intimate.

Neteyam set you down on the ground, and without warning he pressed you against the bark of a tree, his body trapping you.

Your eyes widened but immediately placed your arms around his neck. When Neteyam was sure that you were properly pressed up against the tree, he planted a hand on your waist, holding you still.

"Is this what you wanted, my love?" He whispered in your left ear, trailing his tongue along the sensitive lobe. His other hand was planted against the bark, holding him in place.

"It-it’s what I wanted" you whimpered softly, your mate gave a satisfied smirk and then he was upon you, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss.

This time, he didn't hesitate to let his tongue explore your mouth, to dance against yours. He let out a low groan.

His arms slid up your body, one hand traveling to the back of your neck, the other back to your waist pressing him even closer until you could feel every inch of him... and still, he wanted more.

You moaned into the kiss while moving your hands to rest on his shoulders, The kiss turned more intense, and Neteyam's hands traveled down the backs of your legs, lifting you up.

He purred at the contact, his breath hitching once more against you. Slowly, he started to lower you back so that you were lying on the ground, him above above.

Neteyam continued to let his hands roam across your body. This time, however, he wasn't just simply skimming along your skin... rather, his hands slid under your woven top to touch and grope your breasts. When he felt you shiver and moan against his touch, he knew his plan was working.

Your mate leaned pressing a kiss down against your neck. You moaned his name as your back slightly arched off the ground, He let out a light chuckle and grinned, then pulled your top off to reveal more skin for him to explore.

"You're beautiful when you blush," he murmured, letting his fangs nip at your neck. He gripped onto you waist but not painful, and his tongue left a trail of kisses down your chest.

Soft whimpers left you as you layed your head back relishing in this moment. The sounds you were making pleased him, and he couldn't help but grin in satisfaction... but he didn't stop there.

Eventually, he removed his hands from your waist placing them now by the sides of your head. His tongue started a long trail back up your chest, ending at the crook of your neck... and then he stopped, waiting.

Shuddering you moved your head to the side giving him complete access to your neck, It was all the incentive he needed.

As soon as he got the desired amount of exposed skin, he went at it, burying his head in your neck and nibbling, licking, and, biting. He could tell his pace was getting more aggressive, but it wasn't anything you needed to be scared of...

It was quite the contrary, as your reaction told him that it was more of a turn on for you. You moaned his name as your back arched, your hands now moving to his back digging your nails into him.

He chuckled at that, knowing it would only make you dig your nails deeper. Without a moment to spare, he lifted you up and carried you in his arms, only to set you back down on the ground. But this time, with your back towards him.

"Hands on the tree" he demanded. You gulped but obeyed placing your hands on the tree. You heard him growl in pleasure, and could imagine the smile he was wearing.

"Good girl." Neteyam stepped back for a moment, admiring the sight... and then he got his hands busy with you again, his fingertips tracing along your shoulders, neck, back, hips... till he finally unties your loincloth throwing it somewhere off to the side.

He skillfully removed his own before lining his tip up with your entrance, slowly he pushed inside groaning as your velvety walls clenched around him.

Your nails dug into the bark of the tree as your mate set a brutal pace. Your moans filled the area along with skin slapping against eachother, Neteyam tugged on your kuru making you hiss at the pain mixed with pleasure.

“T-tsa-heylu ma’teyam..” You choked out as his cock started brushing against your g spot repeatedly. Chuckling he obeyed your wish bringing his own kuru infront of him connecting them.

You groaned as the pleasure became more heightened, your legs threatened to give out. One of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other moved to you throat gently squeezing.

“Eywa paskalin…you feel so good wrapped around me” your mate whimpered next to your right ear. He quickened his pace slamming roughly into your already aching core making you reach your climax.

A silent scream left your lips as you squirted coating his lower abdomen and legs with your juices. Even as you came he didn’t stop, he couldn’t.

When you felt Neteyam wrap his tail around your thigh you knew he was close, after a few more thrusts he bit down onto your shoulder as his cum spilled inside of your womb.

The feeling of him throbbing inside your cunt mixed with him biting you sent you over the edge once again. Your both still breathing heavily as he carefully pulled out of you, you whined at the loss but quickly relaxed as he pried your nails from the tree and layed you down onto the ground once again.

He grabbed a cloth from the little bag you always carried and cleaned the mess between your legs as gentle as he could knowing you were sensitive.

After he did himself he put your loincloth back on along with your top as well as his own loincloth before laying down behind you pulling you flush against his chest. “My good girl.. nga yawne lu oer” he whispered in your ear.

“Nga yawne lu oer Ma’Teyam” you smiled before sleep overcame you. Neteyam placed a kiss on your cheek as he too fell asleep holding you.

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empressofthesunslittlecorner · 1 month

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Let's talk about Zutara

WARNING NOT KATAANG AND MAIKO FRIENDLY

CONTINUE WITH PRECAUTION

I thought I should finally use this second blog of mine for the reason I made it.

To scream into the void and find mutals.

So let's talk about one Ship which people to this day fight over.

The fanon ship (at it pains me to write this) made out of Zuko and Katara from Avatar the Last Airbender aka. Zutara.

I read a lot of analyses, arguments and so on about this ship.

It probably all has been said about Zutara, but since I'm writing an AangXOC story which will include Zutara, I felt like I should give my stance on it.

Back when Avatar first aired in the country I lived in the time I was like 11-12 years old.

I had an instant crush on Aang since he was so funny, kind and gentle.

I never saw Aang's crush on Katara as a problem, because it always seemed to me, till season 3, that Katara was just motherly to Aang.

Giving a friend a cheek kiss in thanks doesn't automatically mean that you like-like them.

At this time I only really shipped Sokka and Yue and cried my eyes out how it ended.

And then the famous scene from book 2 in the crystal catacombs under Ba Sing Se happened.

Short recap, in that season Zuko goes through a lot of chances and I root for, wishing him the best.

Now back to the scene, I said.

The scene turned me into a Zutara shipper in one instant.

Zuko and Katara opening up to each other, sharing their traumas and feelings about the Fire Nation, Katara offering to heal his scare...it was poetic cinema.

I was shivering all over and was like kiss, kiss, kiss!

Let's not forget that before this scene I didn't even see them as a potential couple...but this scene, this beautiful moment they shared with each other, opened my eyes.

I was like, yeah this is it, this is something one should want from a partner. Mutual understanding.

Then Zuko decided to betray Katara for a chance to go home and I cried right there with our favourite waterbender.

I felt also betrayed.

The scene they shared made me feel things, which I experienced as a young girl for the first time, I felt the connection between Zuko and Katara like it was my own.

I was Katara at this moment and couldn't believe that the boy who opened up to me, who understood what it was like to have their mother taken away from the Fire Nation, who said that he wanted to change, that he turned his back on me.

Didn't I/Katara mean nothing to him?

Didn't he feel how special our/their moment was?

I was devasted.

When Zuko then joined the Gaang in the middle of season 3 I could understand Katara's anger towards him.

Katara and I trusted him first and he betrayed our trust.

We had a right to be angry.

As the Southern Raiders came on, as I saw how flawlessly they worked as a team, I felt my own heart heal.

I swerve to this day, that I thought they would kiss at the end of the episode, but we got a hug.

However, this hug, made me feel all giddy and mushy inside.

I felt it was something special.

Maybe even more than a kiss.

It was a huge of forgiveness and the start of a new bond.

And then the last episode comes on.

Zuko sacrificed himself to save Katara from Azula lighting, she healed him then...I thought, yes this is it, now comes the kiss...but nothing.

Then suddenly Zuko is back together with Mai and I was like WTF?!

And Aang and Katara share this really intense kiss at the end.

I was literally like:

youtube

It came out of nowhere for me.

That Aang wasn't over his crush on Katara we all know, but when did Katara decide she liked Aang?

When did this realisation happen, when in the Ember Island Player, which was like a few days before Sozin's Comet Katara made clear that she didn't want to have a romance or get kissed by Aang, which he didn't respect.

Did he ever actually apologise for the unwanted kiss? I don't think so.

Remember I had a crush on Aang, but through the seasons I became a Zutara Shipper and literally felt all their moments like they were my own.

I was Katara and Aang wasn't on my radar anymore.

I really doubted my interpretation skill, did all these lovely, mushy, heartful moments have been really romantic or did I project?

I felt like Zuko and Katara had broken up with me.

Yeah, so much inpact had their "friendly" moments at me!

To this day, the hug Katara and Zuko shared on the Southern Raiders is one of the most lovely moments of any of my ships.

Not even kissing made me feel, what this hug made me feel.

Think about how powerful this is!

If Zutara had kissed, I would have probably passed out or cried like a baby in happiness.

I don't know and I will never know since it's a fanon ship.

Uurgh.

Anyway, years passed and as I mention before I read a lot of analysis and so on.

What shocked me most was that Byrke originally planned to have Zuko and Katara together but then changed their minds.

It did reassure me, how I wasn't imagining things between them, however reading then how the Souther Raider Episode changed a lot of times because Bryke found it too shippy, tells you a lot.

They wanted to make Kataang canon and better, than the natural flow Zutara had going on.

I want to repeat again, a HUG was MORE ROMANTIC and INTENSE than the crappy kiss Kataang shared.

Like what?!

How is this possible?

Well, yeah, if you don't force things and actually make people interact in a wholesome way it can be.

Zuko and Katara felt never forced because they just clicked. They were different, but the same in many things, that it was so natural to understand the other.

Aang and Katara felt always more like a mother-and-son duo, than real lovers.

And Maiko was kinda lame too.

Sorry.

I have this theory they just wanted to pair Zuko with a Fire Nation girl and be done with it.

I don't know why they chose Mai when it could have been worked with Ty Lee too, if it was only to pair Zuko with someone who doesn't understand him or doesn't want to try.

Excuse me, maybe Ty Lee would have been better since she seemed to care for her friends, in contrast to Mai who just tried her hardest to be goth and hate everything.

Sorry.

What I'm trying to say with this rant?

I think, as someone who had liked Aang and then felt more connected to Zuko and Katara, I can clearly say that if Katara had been a real girl and not a fictional character controlled by men, she would be together with Zuko.

Why would I/Katara choose someone who I need to mother, who is younger than me, who can't relate to me, if there is an older handsome boy who is kinda dorky and awkward and tries his best, understands my feelings and helps me to parent the Gaang?

Yeah, no, Katara would have smooched Zuko if she had been a real girl.

Now, who of you who knows me, can say, but Empress some of your OCs are older than their canon partner, how can you say that Kataang can't work if you do this in your stories?!

I want to make clear I don't have general a problem if the girl is older than the guy or taller.

It's just that their supposed age gap is when they are together makes it creepy.

Look at an example.

My parents have a three-year age gap.

Nothing much.

They are both in their 60, mid 60, so it's not weird.

They are in the same mature stage in life and understand the struggles of the other.

Now think if my parents meet at 12 and 15.

My dad is the older one.

Are you going to say with a straight face that it wouldn't have been creepy if my parents started to date at this age?

What does a teenager want with a pre-puperty child?

Also, they live in completely different worlds, how can they relate to each other?

The same goes for Katara and Aang, what does a 14-year-old want from a 12-year-old?

I bet if it was the other way around, we would all give Aang shit for preying on a 12-year-old girl.

The gender shouldn't decide if we find a couple creepy or not, even if it's so sadly.

What I want to say, Kataang would have worked better if let's say season 3 ended with no pairing, just all being friends and happy and then in the comics when they age, when Katara is 22 and Aang is 20 they got together.

They would have matured, been on the same level, probably dated other people and had experience.

It would have been okay.

Even if I still think Zutara is superior in anything.

Anyway, I hope I could explain myself and no hate to the canon ships and their shippers.

Ship and let ship.

I just wanted to explain my reason why I will be always a Zutara Shipper and don't reconsider the ending of Avatar as the end and Legend of Korra.

I will forever be Team-Season-Four-Where-Aang-Finds-Hiding-Airbenders-And-Falls-in-Love-With-A-Airbender Girl-His-Age-And-Zuko-And-Katara-Marry-Eachother-And-Katara-Becomes-The-Most-Beloved-And-Badass-Fire Lady-In-History!

And they find also Zuko mom ^^

So for now this is it for me.

If you want my take on an Aang and OC story, where Zutara will be canon, go to my other Tumblr profile empressofthesunwriter and read Yin and Yang.

Here is the link to the Index

I wish you all a nice day/night!

Till next time!

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da-shrimping-station · 3 months

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Cooking for the House of Lamentation

Let me start this post by saying that over the years I've had plenty of experience cooking for a lot of people. I'm no expert cook whatsoever, just a helping hand in the kitchen during festivals and occasions (which happens multiple times in a year). If you have more experience and insights, please feel free to share!

Let’s start this off by having some sort of baseline so we’re all on the same page.

MC /OC/you/us/we (and what have you) can:

follow a recipe well enough

be in the kitchen and not have it burn down

cook an edible meal at the end of it all

A fairly average cook if you will.

Now, time for chaos.

Cooking for a lot of people is…a lot. A feast for upwards of 10 people can take the whole day. Not to mention buying ingredients beforehand. How many dishes are you gonna cook? Do they go well/compliment each other? What’s the serving size? Are you gonna have desserts too? Do you have the right equipment? Are the ingredients available/accessible? Is there anyone who has a food-specific condition to look out for and make alternatives for? Are there ingredients that need to be marinated/prepped in advanced? Is everything within budget? (These are some questions at the top of my head)

Now the main concern here is volume/quantity. Beelzebub. Need I say more?

Actually, YES. It’s a house full of men. Men eat a lot. Oh, and they’re also demons. So let’s assume they eat/consume significantly more than humans. (You can pitch in your HCs for each brother regarding how much they eat) But let’s say the food has to be for 10-15 people at the very least.

GROCERY RUN!

There’s a whole ass booklet for the groceries, with each brother having their own page/section. Let’s assume there’s no budget constraints (Lucifer can bitch about the cost and budgeting but his brothers need to be fed). Groceries are bought in bulk. Multiple times a week. Emergency trips in the middle of the night or else they starve for breakfast.

At some point they get their groceries delivered every 3 days or so. The runs are now for necessity/emergency.

But if a brother requests a certain dish, then it’s time to go to the market. Prepare your haggling skills.

THE BATTLEFIELD

Based off of the game (and referencing the floor plan from Wanderer’s Whereabouts), the kitchen is actually pretty spacious. Good. We need all the space we can get for this. I’d like to think Barbatos personally made sure the kitchen is fully kitted out with all the equipment and utensils one needs. (Thanks, Barbs. You’re the best!) No worries on that end.

I headcanon that the kitchen is split into 2 parts: the side where the stoves and appliances are and the side where the dirty kitchen is. That way you have access to stoves/ovens and the fancy appliances as well as being able to cook with coal or in a spit. Increases the capacity for cooking multiple dishes at once. (Please share your HCs for the kitchen!)

PREP TIME

Prepare your hands and arms. Washing, peeling, chopping, dicing, slicing, marinating. Any and every sort of ingredient prep. How many ingredients does this dish have? Are you gonna prep one dish only? Are you gonna prep for two in advance? Mis en place (or whatever the term is im no culinary shrimp)

Also think about the sheer amount of ingredients.

Say, according to the cookbook, this dish serves 5 people and it needs 1 whole onion. Pretty straight forward right? But you’re cooking for 7 demon brothers and one being the Avatar of Gluttony. Let’s go back to the 10-15 people approximation. That means you have to increase the amount (in this case that’ll be 2 or 3 whole onions). That goes for every fucking dish. 3 onions for dish #1. What about dish #2 and #3 and so on? (Honestly, your hands must be well marinated by the time you’re done with all the prep)

Measuring the ingredients too. 1 cup of this, a tablespoon of that, a pinch of this. Please please please let there be enough soy sauce for tonight’s cooking.

Another thing: you’re probably dealing with local Devildom ingredients (which you did not even know existed until then)

Veggies? Sliced

Meats? Washed and cut.

Condiments and seasonings? All measured.

Are we ready to cook? NO.

Please clean up the peels, excesses, undesirables, and packaging.

GET THE FIRE GOING

Finally! The actual cooking part! Take a deep breath and put that pot on the stove. Good luck cuz you’re gonna be juggling between multiple dishes just to be able to get ready for dinnertime.

One dish is boiling so the meat softens? Time to fry. Oh and have you checked the one you were marinating? Please add that to the veggies in dish #2. Don’t overcook the pasta for dish #1! Please adjust the heat, that pot is boiling over. Taste test for dish #3. Hhm needs more salt. Is the meat soft enough? Good, let's season it. Please mind the fire! You’re gonna char the one you’re frying. This one has marinated long enough, we can add it to dish #2. Take dish #1 off the heat. I think it’s done. Do you think this is fried well enough?

It’s hectic. It’s a mess and a half. You make sure nothing is overcooked or undercooked. Taste test to make sure everything tastes fine. (are the dishes safe for human consumption tho)

ALL DONE!(?)

You wish! Now you have to deal with the clean up!

Wash everything you used for cooking. Pots, pans, knives, measuring cups and spoons, plates and bowls you put the ingredients in, the tasting spoons you used, the ladles and spatulas, etc

Please clean the stoves, sinks, countertops/tabletops too.

Oh yea, put away the excess ingredients and return the condiments and seasonings.

You still there? Still got energy to study and do homework later?

Personally, i clean as i go whenever i have the time in between tending to the dishes. I hate hate hate a messy/dirty kitchen while i cook it makes me wanna rage

DINNERTIME

These fuckers better sit down and eat what you cooked. No. Who the fuck cares if someone is being rowdy or moody or being dramatic. NO ONE wastes your efforts in preparing the food. Sit down and EAT.

I mean alright, maybe you can tag team dinner prep but it’s still a lot in terms of quantity and sheer volume. Will that brother be of actual help in the kitchen?

To sum it all up,

May the Universe have mercy on MC when they’re on cooking duty.

#shrimpy rambling #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #drabble #obey me headcanons #shrimpy art #obey me oc #sheep chan #obey me original character #obey me main character #obey me sheep mc #wrote this after cooking back to back to back throughout november til january #🦐:art #🦐:ramblings

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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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"We'll Teach You Some Manners" 4

It's here! The final part of this short series. I will write more Mansk/Quaritch smut after this, but this is the end of "We'll Teach You Some Manners".

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Masterlist

WARNINGS: SMUT, Angst, some actual fluff (holy shit), double penetration (I slayed) ass/vagina, yk yk. throat grabbing, foul language, degradation, crying, MANHANDLINGGG YES!

Words count: 9338

We returned to the recom-teams base and I was put back into my room. Sure, I now knew that neither Mansk nor Quaritch wanted to hurt me. But I was still stuck there.

I continued to feel homesick.

Another week had gone by and I was still kept in the same room, which only had one table in it. I was escorted by people wearing white coats and I once saw an Avatar soldier walk past me in the hallway.

I hadn’t seen Quaritch or Mansk since the incident happened. Surprisingly, it made me upset. I remembered everything and while they were bringing me back to the aircraft, I felt as though they really cared about me.

I was held, helped up and taken care of by them. Until we reached their housing unit. Once the helicopter landed, all 3 of us got out and I was immediately pushed away and brought back into my room by humans in military uniform. I looked over my shoulder at Mansk and Quaritch, wondering why I was suddenly being treated like this again. They watched me being taken away with completely neutral facial expressions.

I felt used and betrayed. I also couldn’t understand why they did that. Maybe they just used me to get rid of some steam.

If they used me then I would expect that they did it for their mission. But having a threesome in the middle of the forest had nothing to do with Jake. So it couldn’t be that.

But if they did it for their own amusement or whatever, then why did they pretend to care about me afterwards? I didn’t want them to fall in love with me. But what they were doing was cruel.

I was woken up early this morning and had people run more tests on me. I started to give up on ever leaving this place.

They were taking more blood samples from me and I saw natural daylight at the end of the hallway. I was thinking about running for it. I could attempt it. The chance of me actually even making it to an exit and outside was so low but I straightened my posture, not looking away from the light.

I started to count down in my head and took a few deep breaths but it seems as though a few soldiers noticed and I was held down again. I wasn’t very discreet about it anyway.

“Seems like she still has her spirit.” One said to the other.

“Let’s put it to the test.” Another soldier said. She seemed to have some authority because she was standing on the side, holding a cup of coffee and just watching.

I was dragged away from the lab again and put into a new room. The door closed behind me with a thud and the room was dimly lit with blue light. It looked like my empty room, except that there was no table in the middle.

There were lights on the walls that would flicker and move. I stayed still, waiting for anything to happen.

Standing in the centre of this chilly room, I held my arms together and felt something attached to my skin. It was a type of chip. I heard someone say it would measure my heartbeat.

Suddenly, I started hearing noises from one corner of the room. It sounded like the forest outside. I heard the animals of Pandora. Out of instinct, I walked to the corner and once I reached it, the noise switched off and played in a different corner, louder this time.

This went on for about 15 minutes. They switched the noises from the forest to people speaking Na’vi, to an agonizing soundwave.

The soundwave made me lose my mind and I was on the floor, holding my ears. My vision started going blurry and I was suddenly back in my room.

Was that some kind of psychological intelligence test? If so, I never wanted to do it again. I had enough of this place. I felt helpless but still so frustrated and the anger was just building up and growing. I sat on my metal bed and hugged my knees, leaning my chin on them and staring into nothingness for what seemed like hours.

I had a feeling that it was coming up to evening. Occasionally I would hear talking and some other noises outside the door. Finally, I was getting tired and I started to drift off until I heard a beep and the door opened. My head shot up and I thought I was dreaming, but it was all real. My hair was in my face and I huffed it to the side, watching the empty open door.

Was no one coming inside?

Then I heard faint mumbling as if someone were discussing something. I decided to get up and see what was going on. Maybe this was my perfect chance to escape.

Just as I let my feet touch the cold tile ground, I saw a silhouette of a tall Na’vi and just then, Quaritch walked in.

I froze and watched him. He didn’t say anything, only started walking towards me and outstretched an arm. Yeah right, like I was going anywhere with him after that.

I jumped off the table and took a few steps back, keeping a distance from him. His neutral face shifted into an annoyed expression. He was trying to help you and you were making this difficult again.

“Cut it out and come ‘ere.” he whisper-shouted at me.

“Absolutely not.” I say but I was too tired to run from him, I just decided against moving towards him.

Miles growled at me, looking very much annoyed. “I’m trying to help you.” he snarled.

I look up at him. How?

Then again, it was weird that he was here so late at night. He was looking around and constantly paying attention to small noises. Almost as if he were here in secret and not wanting others to know.

What the hell was he doing? He’s the Colonel, why would he need to hide things? While there was something I didn’t understand about this situation, I didn’t trust him.

He was getting fed up and stomped over to me with three wide steps which would have been at least six of mine. He grabbed me by my arm and tugged me with him. I was too tired to fight him so I just let my legs walk forwards.

Once we exit the room I flinched and squeaked a little at the large figure right outside the corner of my room. Miles immediately turned to me and was ready to clasp his hand over my mouth but I luckily shut up quickly.

“Quiet.” He hissed in a whisper tone and turned around, looking into the empty hallway. The hallway was dimly lit by the emergency exit lights.

I stare up at the figure which I recognise as Mansk. He seemed to be guarding the door while Quarich was inside. The men were in their tank tops and pants only, with no vests or backpacks. But Mansk had a large gun around his body, both of his hands steadily resting on it.

He finally isn’t wearing his sunglasses and I get to see his whole face. He looked much more intimidating with them on. His facial features were similar to Miles’. Not just because they were both Na’vi, but because they had similar head shapes and cheekbones etc. Just that Mansk’s face seemed a little softer.

He noticed my stare and looked down, sending me a smirk before returning his attention to his Colonel, who hand signalled him something. Mansk took hold of my arm and pulled me after him. His grip was softer too.

I wanted to melt into his touch but I was still angry at them. Angry at how they used me and how they left me alone.

Miles was walking at the front, carefully stepping on the floor to not make noise with the heavy boots both soldiers were wearing. Mansk was sneaking behind him, making sure I was keeping up as well while staying quiet.

“What are you doing?” I whisper yell at Mansk. His ears immediately strain back and he shushes me, squeezing my arm as a warning.

We kept walking until Miles froze and we stopped right behind him. At the end of the hallway, which was still quite far away, a light had turned on and suddenly someone’s footsteps could be heard.

Quaritch signed something to Mansk and pressed himself against a wall, behind a little closet or refrigerator, growing some odd plants. Odd for Pandora even. I had never seen them before.

Mansk quickly mirrored his actions and pushed me against the plain wall with him. His and Miles’ heads were turned to the end of the hallway, watching and listening while I was being held against the hard wall with one of Mansk’s outstretched arms. He was keeping me in place, with his hand splayed out on my chest. Mainly collarbones, but very close to my breasts.

I glared at him, wanting to let him know that he was treading on thin ice here, but he wasn’t paying attention. I felt him rearrange his fingers a little, but he kept me held against the wall. Maybe he did notice, he just wasn’t showing it. He kept his gaze fixed away from me and to the entrance of the hallway. The footsteps got louder and I glanced at Miles who was pressed against the opposite wall, trying to make himself as flat as possible.

A person in a white lab coat and a notepad walked past the doorway, followed by another person in military attire. Mansk held his breath and kept his firm grip on me, all three of us staying completely still. Luckily they were just walking past and hadn’t seen us or even looked into the hallway we were in.

Quaritch sighed in relief and Mansk let his hand fall from my chest. His previous grip had held me so tightly against the wall that I was subconsciously relying on it to stand. Once he removed it without any warning, I lost balance. I stumbled forward a little and my foot got caught in a trolly full of samples, trays, glasses, and medicine bottles.

Mansk reacted quickly and his hands stretched out to catch me before I fell. But that didn’t stop the metal cart thing from slowly tipping to the side, balancing on only two of its four wheels. Quaritch saw what was happening and swiftly moved towards us.

The scene seemed to be playing in slow motion. All three of us could only watch in horror as the cart started to fall to one side and the things on top and inside started to fall out. Within one second, it crashed down, the trolly falling on its side. Everything that fell from it clattered on the ground, smashed into anything it came in contact with and shattered into pieces.

Quaritch whisper yelled a curse and started frantically looking around. The noise was so loud it startled me. Mansk flinched at the horrible sound and looked back to the entrance. The footsteps vanished for a second before suddenly returning faster. They were also not walking away anymore, but they were getting closer. One of the people called out something but I froze and didn’t listen to the words. I couldn’t move a muscle. I felt like a deer in headlights and I stared wide-eyed at the mess I had created. Mansk had pulled me back to my feet and had both his hands under my arms. He was looking at Quaritch for answers.

The person in the lab coat and the person in camouflage clothes were making their way back to the hallway they had just past. The noise caught their attention and they wanted to make sure everything was okay. Perhaps one of their coworkers had been hurt. Or maybe someone was doing something they shouldn’t be. They had to find out. Both of them were aware that most people had gone to bed and that no one should be in these quarters of the facility at this time.

They picked up their speed, both workers now jogging to the entrance they passed before. Once they arrived they noticed the fallen-over cart, a few samples and bottles still rolling away until they hit the other wall. Looking around, they noticed that the hallway was empty.

The two of them exchanged confused looks and the person in military attire reached for her gun, holding it close to her chest as they both quietly made their way through the corridor, calling out whether someone is there.

Miles had run a few feet away from the crime scene and flung open a door to which Mansk quickly dragged me inside. My legs weren’t working but it didn’t matter, he had scooped me up with ease. Quaritch firmly closed it and stood against the wall by the door, holding his own gun. The room was completely dark. There was a small slot with a window in the door and Miles had his head turned to it, watching out for any movements.

Mansk returned me to the ground and pressed my back against him, one of his arms holding my waist and the other firmly clasped over my mouth. I felt his tail wrap around my left leg and he leaned down, caging me into him. I held onto his arm and watched the door with wide eyes. My heavy breathing was muffled by Mansk and we all fell silent. I felt my heart beating or more like thudding against my chest and I was sure that Mansk could feel it too.

The people outside were getting closer and stopped next to the trolly. Mansk and Quaritch exchanged glances in the mild dark before listening again. After two minutes of the two workers cleaning up and putting things back in their place, they opened a door but luckily not ours. After that one of them shrugged and they left. We stayed silent until they had completely vanished so that not even their footsteps could be heard.

Quaritch let his head fall back against the wall and let out a breath he seemed to be holding in for a while. Mansk sighed as well, his shoulders relaxing a little in relief. I stayed still because I knew it was my fault for causing the noise. Then again, it was their fault for taking me out of my room. It was their fault for making me feel weaker than usual and it was their fault for capturing me in the first place. And like I said before, I wasn’t here to make things easy for them.

Quaritch then raised his hand and closed the slot on the door, so that any light was gone. The room was pitch black and I stayed frozen. Mansk let go of me and I felt weird. I couldn’t see or hear them for a few seconds but I knew both of them were there.

Then someone flicked a switch and the light turned on. It was an odd-looking lightbulb and it was bright as shit. Quaritch angled the lamp away from us, making it shine into the corner. He glared down at me and I heard Mansk huff behind me. This situation felt oddly familiar. The positioning of us as well.

I looked away, feeling like a kid in trouble. Even though I knew I wasn’t really the one to blame, I still felt some type of guilt. Then again, I was ready to defend myself if they would start arguing with me. But their presence was still intimidating to me. It made me feel a certain way again.

“What the hell was that?!” Miles snarled at me. My eyes shot up to his and I turned my gaze into a frown.

“It was an accident.” I returned in an angry tone. I couldn’t believe they were angry at me for creating some minor inconvenience when they had literally taken me from my home. That was more than an inconvenience to me.

“You almost had us caught.” he returned in my tone, taking a step forward and leaning down to me.

“It’s not my fault.” I spit my words at him. “I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“We were going to help you.” he said, motioning at Mansk. I looked back at him and watched him give a firm nod, his hand resting on his gun again.

“Help me?” I asked both of them. “How.” It didn’t seem believable. Miles scoffed and stood up straight again.

“We wanted to take ya’ some place nicer than 'ere.” Mansk replied and I stared up at him, my mouth parted a little. They have got to be joking.

“We felt bad, after… ya' know… so we found and well, made a place that looked a bit more like… home, to you.” Manks continued talking, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He didn’t seem annoyed at all. He looked a little, nervous? Unsure? Yeah, unsure.

But I was still angry. “I don’t want to go anywhere nicer.” I say, snarling at Mansk who flattened his ears back. Quaritch was fighting the urge to punch a woman behind me, while I turned to Mansk.

“I want to go home!” I say, my voice breaking a little. I didn’t expect myself to get emotional but then again, I happened to have the problem that I cried whenever I got too angry and frustrated. I hated it because I knew that people would take me less seriously that way.

I felt tears sting in the corners of my eyes and I wanted to scream at myself because I couldn’t cry in front of them. I had to keep my shit together. I didn’t want to seem weak.

Mansk’s gaze seemed to soften at what I had said. But my words affected Quaritch in a different way.

The men had felt guilty about leaving you and letting you return to living the way you had before with them. After your session in the forest, they felt some kind of emotional connection to you. They wouldn’t call it love but they did care for you in some way.

When you three landed and you were dragged away from them, they knew they couldn’t get you away from the other people. It would raise suspicion. If they were behind honest, they didn’t expect you to be taken straight away. But when you were, all they could do it watch.

They had another small facility a bit away from the main lab building where everyone stayed. The room they set up had a proper bed and they gave it a lot of effort to make it look more friendly and like home. While they kind of sucked at decorating, they just made sure it was comfortable and not as blank looking as my current room.

Quaritch would have never in his life done something like that for another person. So when he heard you say that you didn’t even want to see what they had prepared for you, he was annoyed.

“You ungrateful menace, do you know-” Miles started to say but I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ungrateful?!” I snap at him and it startles him. The noise level makes both men panic a little and Manks tries to calm me down, placing a hand on my shoulder but I instantly push it off.

“You took me from my home! You took me away from-” I started almost yelling at Miles and Mansk had to cover my mouth again, to not blow our cover.

My eyes were all glossy again and a few tears were threatening to spill out. I struggled against Mansk but stood no chance.

Both men were silent. My argument had silenced Quaritch’s angry tantrum. He looked down at me with almost pity. But I didn’t want his fucking pity. I wanted to be free again.

Mansk held me steadily until my breathing had calmed down and then he removed his hand from my mouth. I inhaled deeply and just stared at Miles. He didn’t know what to say.

“None of this is my fucking fault.” I snarl, keeping my voice down.

“Watch your mouth.” he replies, his tail flicking angrily.

“Make me.” I challenge him. Quaritch stares at me, wondering whether he heard that correctly.

Mansk’s ears perk up at my words and he watches the scene in front of him, definitely more interested in the outcome now. Then again, his Colonel’s reaction seemed to worry him.

“Oh I will.” he said, putting his gun on a shelf and starting to unbuckle his belt with one hand. My eyes shot open and Mansk watched my reaction.

“No, not like that. I didn’t mean-”

“Too late, cupcake.” Quaritch snarled, aggressively pulling the belt out of the belt loops and folding it in half with one hand.

“You’ve asked for it. You’re gonna get it.” he said, walking towards me and backing me up against the desk. Mansk swiftly moved out of the Colonel’s way and removed the gun hanging around his body, letting it lean against a wall.

“You perverted asshole, I should-” I start cussing at him but his hand wraps around my throat, threateningly.

“Shut your pretty mouth now, or I’ll make you regret it.” he snarled, moving his face closer to mine. I was now standing right next to the desk with him towering over me.

“You can keep telling yourself you don’t want this. But I can smell you, sugar. You can’t hide your feelin’s from us.” he snarled.

There was some truth in what he said. I knew very well I wanted to leave, but then again their presence would perhaps be missed. Just being around them made me feel weak in the knees and made my stomach erupt in sick excitement.

He grabbed my arm and turned me around, pressing my chest down onto the wooden desk in the room.

I felt Quaritch’s free hand hastily tug down my pants. I was given fresh clothes every few days. I don’t know what happened to my old top and shorts.

The pants pooled around my ankles and he kicked my ankles out of the way, to push the clothing away with his boot.

I was dreading the feeling of the belt harshly landing against my skin. I also hated how I would almost always become submissive to them. Quaritch would always have it his way and it angered me. I felt helpless.

Sure, while their presence excited me and the excitement made my head all fuzzy again, I felt overwhelmed and extremely emotional. My hormones seemed to be all over the place, which is probably why tears started to spill from my eyes. Not tears of sadness or tears of joy, just tears because I had trouble following what was happening.

Miles’ hand rested on my ass and then held my hip in place while he adjusted the leather belt in his hand.

“Sir,” Mansk announced. I saw him from the corner of my eye. He was watching my reactions this whole time and had decided that he needed to step in.

Mansk was a very quiet and introverted person. Not introverted and shy, just introverted as in he rarely spoke and preferred to observe. He was confident in himself, he just didn’t always seem present when he was present. Definitely not shy.

He would keep most things to himself and almost always wear his same neutral expression. During missions and training, he was a bit more verbally active, signalling things, handing down orders or telling Lyle to focus. He was very professional and serious about his military career. That’s why the Colonel had great trust in him.

Mansk took a step forward to me, but the Colonel seemed to not hear him.

“Sir,” he repeated, louder this time. Quaritch moved his gaze from my body to his soldier.

I was now biting my lip and had tears streaming down my face. If you would ask me to explain why I was crying in words, I wouldn’t be able to. I could show you by pointing at me, at them, at the belt, at my damp fucking underwear, at the facility, the guns and the atmosphere all around. My mind was too fuzzy for me to even think properly. I just quietly sobbed and looked over my shoulder at Mansk. What was he doing?

“It ain't fair on her.” he firmly said. The Colonel was surprised by Mansk’s words, telling him off. Usually, Mansk backs up everything he says.

Mansk would have never thought he would be standing up to Quaritch either. He respected him a lot, mainly because he was a superior but also because of the way he would handle missions.

He also never thought that he would feel sympathy towards you. The recom-team and he would look down on other creatures, especially on Pandora. Nothing really appealed to them. Even though you were human, you lived with Na’vi and you were the recom-teams prisoner.

To be perfectly honest, if they would have brought you into the facility as a prisoner and had a bag on your head so that he wouldn’t be able to see you or hear your voice, Mansk would treat you like shit. He would treat you like any other prisoner, maybe worse because you betrayed your race and chose to live with the ‘enemy’.

His new self or new body with his old self seemed to have him feeling a little more sympathetic with things. Not with his teammates but as a person, he would burn this place down in the blink of an eye if he would have been given the order.

His avatar body seemed to have some natural connection with Pandora, but all soldiers were in denial of it and refused to acknowledge it.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Mansk cared for you. Something that he didn’t do often at all with others. He would joke with teammates occasionally and if one of them was hurt he would help, but he deeply cared for your wellbeing. Seeing you cry helplessly beneath Quaritch made him feel guilty.

They were trying to help you and now you were being punished for an accident. He didn’t like it.

Quaritch stared at Mansk for a few seconds, wondering whether he was being serious right now before slowly returning his gaze to me. I was a trembling, quivering, sobbing mess.

Miles’ eyes opened wider and he realised the state you were in. He was so worked up and fuming with anger it didn’t cross his mind to check how you were doing. He, like Mansk, cared for you too. He was more than just attracted to you.

He almost flinched when he saw you crying and immediately removed his hand from your lower back and stepped away to give you space.

I was no longer being held down but I felt like I would lose my shit if I just stayed bent over the desk. I needed to feel some level of comfort and right now, Mansk seemed to be the safest hiding spot for me.

I pushed myself off the table and turned to face him. His ears were pulled back a little and he seemed uncomfortable. When he looked at me, his ears drooped a little and his gaze once again softened. I took a shaky step forward and he opened his arms a little, taking a step toward me. I pressed myself against him, my hands holding onto his tank top while I buried my face into his waist. His ears perked up at my sudden action and he loosely hung his arm around my back while the other supported my head, holding me to him.

He didn’t want to look at Quaritch either. Since he was his superior, he was worried about the outcome of the situation.

Mansk just let his head hang as he watched me cry into him, my tears staining his top. He didn’t care about the mess. Even though he felt sorry for you, his heart was racing and he felt happy with himself that you felt safe with him. In emotional situations like these, where someone would for example be crying, he never had any idea how to help. Mansk was clueless about this stuff. So having you choose him to cry on and being able to hold your sobbing self, made him happy.

He slowly looked up at Quaritch, his ears strained back, ready for the worst reaction. But he too was now surprised. Quaritch had both his hands loosely hanging on his sides, the belt about to fall out. He looked completely distraught. The Colonel’s eyes were fixed on you. He couldn’t believe that he did that to you. He luckily hadn’t physically hurt you but the fact that you seemed so scared of him broke the man's heart. He wanted you to feel safe when he was around. Turns out he did the opposite.

I had calmed down a little, my sobbing turning into sniffling. I wrapped my arms around Mansk’s waist for a little more comfort and Mansk swore he could have melted. Your small innocent actions warmed his heart. He couldn’t believe the effect you had on him.

I turned around, wiping a few tears away with the back of my hand while keeping a finger hooked in the belt loop of Mansk’s pants for reassurance of his presence.

I saw how upset Quaritch looked. He felt guilt and deep regret.

Seeing him like that upset me a little more. I didn’t want him to think I was crying that much because of him. It was all my bottled-up emotions finally being released, his actions just happened to trigger it.

Normally, I would have probably happily let him use the belt on me. God, what have I become?

“Miles, it’s okay…” I sniffle, not being able to bear seeing him that upset anymore. He probably fully blamed himself for everything.

His eyes met yours when you said his name but his expression didn’t change.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he was at a loss for words. He wasn’t sure whether an apology would help. Still, it was better than nothing.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to happen.” he said, his voice softer than ever. It made my heart melt.

“It’s okay-”

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” he said, clearly beating himself up about it.

“I’m not.” I reply, softly smiling. My tears have dried up now. “I was just overwhelmed.”

He looked up, his ears reacting to the words I just spoke. He was questioning what I meant.

I pressed my thighs together a little. Being around them for so long had my pussy throbbing and I was struggling to hide my arousal. After being burdened with anger and everything else I felt, I needed a release.

They needed one too. Ever since the incident in the forest, both men discovered that they felt needier. It was already a lot for them in their new body but now that they knew you, they craved you.

Mansk was standing close to me and had picked up my scent once the door had closed behind them. He was able to ignore it for a while but it hit him again now. And this time it was much stronger.

His eyes grew darker the longer he gazed at your small figure. Seeing you rub your thighs together made him let out a groan.

Mansk stepped closer to you, pressing himself against you even though you were half his height. His tail caressed your waist while he leaned down a little.

“Ya' smell so good.” he practically purred. I felt the vibrations from his body flow into me and the excitement shot straight to my core.

God, I loved them. I leaned my head back against Mansk and stared up at him, admiring him.

Miles caught up on what was happening. He had smelled my scent before too. That’s also what partially spurred him on to want to use the belt on you. Now, seeing you in front of him, your cheeks flushed red again and you breathing heavily, he felt himself drawn to you.

Your sweet, feminine scent awoke something primal and feral inside both men. Remembering what happened the last time you all felt this way, got everyone feeling more impatient. They had gotten a taste of you and now they couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck…” Miles groaned, breathing heavier through his parted lips while watching how Mansk caressed your body.

“I’m sorry sweetheart…let me make it up to you.” Miles said, keeping his voice low while walking over to you. He took one of your hands in his, making sure you accepted him in your space before going any further.

My pupils were blown wide and I looked up at him, ready for him to do whatever he wanted with me. I nod, humming in agreement. Mansk gently let go of me while Miles guided me back to the desk. He left the belt on the ground where he stood.

His hands held me up by my waist and he effortlessly placed me on top of the hard polished wood. Miles placed either of his hands on the outside of my thighs, leaning his body against the desk and facing me. Mansk didn’t want to lose the sensation of me against his body so he stood behind me, helping me sit upright. I noticed that he had taken his shirt off, and it was his warm soft skin pressing against me. Well as soft as his huge pecs and rock-hard abs can get.

Miles noticed how I melted into his soldier's naked upper body and then saw how my eyes raked over his bare arms and broad shoulders.

He pulled away a little, straightening his posture in front of me and peeling his own tank top off. I bit my lip, my glossy eyes admiring every bit of Quaritch’s body.

“Someone likes what she’s seein’.” Miles chuckles with a shit-eating grin. “What? Never seen proper men before?” he asked, teasing me. Mansk chuckled against my neck, enjoying how I reacted to them.

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Sure, I have seen other men. Not in a sexual way, but I’ve seen enough to know that Miles and Mansk looked exceptionally good. I just slightly nodded my head ‘no’ and that really gave them a big ego boost. They seemed to know what I meant.

“We’ll make you feel soo good.” Mansk cooed into my ear while Quaritch leaned forward again, grinning at me.

He traced his fingers up one of my legs and caressed my thigh before taking the cloth of my panties between his fingers and examining it.

“Cute.” he mumbled, his touch making goosebumps rise on my skin. Mansk was struggling to hold himself back and started getting very touchy. He was playing with my top, tugging at the cloth. I smiled at his eagerness, turning my head to him.

He looked at me for permission and I nodded, raising my arms into the air as he pulled the clothing over my head.

Quaritch’s hand was dangerously close to my core, but he gave his teasing a pause to be able to take in the sight of my almost bare body.

“Pretty.” Mansk whispered behind me into my ear. His head was above my right shoulder and he was looking down at the newly exposed skin, letting his hands travel around my waist and up my chest.

Miles hummed in agreement, his hands now parting my legs so that he could stand in between them, preventing them from closing again.

He traced his finger over my clothed crotch, rubbing me through my panties. I let out a shaky sigh, leaning back against Mansk who was more than happy to embrace me.

All of us were growing impatient so Miles pulled my underwear down my legs without any hesitation. Mansk swiftly undid my bra and let it fall off my chest, throwing it to the side. I was completely naked in front of them once again.

“You’re so beautiful, princess.” Miles said, unable to look away from me.

Mansk pressed his face into the side of my neck, inhaling my scent deeply. I looked at both of them and noticed how their pupils were dilated too. Their eyes were a lot darker.

Before I knew it, Quaritch got down on his knees in front of me and started kissing up my thigh. My breathing hitched and I froze, unable to tear my eyes from him.

Mansk kept me grounded, his hands now holding my breasts and kneading them, honestly, more for his own pleasure than mine.

Quaritch buried his face into the soft fleshy skin of my thigh and inhaled just like Mansk. My scent was stronger than ever to them, making them needier.

His fingers then started to rub me gently, sliding between my folds and I gasped, letting out a whine while biting down on my lip.

I watched Miles, needing to feel his tongue and mouth on me so badly.

“What do ya' want, baby?” he asked, grinning up at me while gently taking my legs and putting them over his broad shoulders.

“Please, stop teasing…” I whine. “ I need to feel you. Please.”

“Alright, alright…” Miles gave in, pleased with my answer. He then moved closer and I felt his flat tongue lick up my dripping pussy firmly. Then again and again.

I let out a high-pitched moan, arching my back off of Mansk’s body. Mansk growled against me, loving the noises I made. I throw my head back against his shoulder, clenching my eyes closed.

“No, baby. Ya' need to watch.” Mansk whispers, kissing my cheek and wrapping his whole hand around my throat. He pushes his shoulder forward, forcing me to look down at what the Colonel is doing to me.

Quaritch had wrapped both his arms around my thighs to keep me in place and prevent me from even trying to pull away.

He circles his tongue around my clit, before being unable to control himself any longer. The sweet taste that he has been craving was flooding his sense and he growled, burying his face into my cunt.

I gasp and whine out, wrapping my arms around Mansk’s neck, trying to hold on to something to keep me from drifting away.

“Oh…fuck- Miles.” I moan and watch how his tail happily sways from side to side, his ears perking up when he hears his name.

Mansk is peppering kisses down my neck and leaning over me, accessing my bare chest, while Miles is eating me out like a starved man. He hums against me and the vibrations make me feel sensitive, instinctively making me pull away but Quaritch just tugs me even closer. My eyes start to show me a blurry vision and I feel how close I already am.

I tell myself I can hold it a little longer, but then Miles shoves his tongue inside me, starting to relentlessly tongue fuck my pussy.

I let out a moan at the noise level of a scream and Mansk’s hand flies to cover my mouth again.

I start to repeat to Miles that I’m close but everything is muffled by the big blue hand, cupping my face.

Before I can even process another thought, I feel the built-up tension in me explode. I clench my eyes shut after Mansk sees them roll to the back of my head and my trembling thighs clench around Miles’ head.

Quaritch helps me ride out my high and I feel him grin while continuing to eat me out. Once I loosen my grip around him and manage to gasp for air again, Miles cleans me up with his tongue, not letting anything drip down on the desk. He then pulls away, licking his lips. I get a glance at his white sharp fangs. I don’t know what it is, but their fangs have me under some spell.

Mansk let go of my throat and I let my head fall back on his shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief and exhaustion.

Miles got up, looking all happy and proud of himself. “How did that feel, huh sugar?” he asked, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to my other cheek. I let out a breathy chuckle. The teasing was never-ending.

“So good…” I whisper and his grin widens.

“That’s what I thought.”

Mansk had gently lifted me and moved me further up the desk. He sat down on it next to me, his legs not hanging off the edge though.

I let my eyes rake over his ripped torso and let out a shaky breath.

“So pretty…” I whispered, feeling overwhelmed again. Miles chuckled at my reaction while Mansk just wanted to cover me in kisses. My praise was something he took to heart. Both of them knew they looked good, but you saying things like that flattered them.

Mansk smirked, glad you were satisfied.

“C'mere an' help me out, will ya'?” he asked, smiling. My gaze moved from his torso to his eyes, to his pants and I saw how his dick was pressing against the fabric. He had been trying to relieve himself a little by rutting into my back but it didn’t help. He needed to feel me around him. I look between his crotch up to him again.

“Can I?” I ask, feeling a little shy. I knew he just asked me to but I still felt a little unsure.

Mansk chuckled, dropping his head forward before returning his gaze to me again.

“Yeah, baby. Go ahead.” he said, encouraging me. I scooted closer to him and he leaned back on his outstretched arms, watching my small fingers fiddle with his belt. He decided to look at my face again, to see how red I got and how I was nervously trying to undo his belt. I must have never done this to anyone else before.

I managed to open the belt and then moved my fingers to his fly, unzipping it with a bit of struggle because of the way his aching cock stretched the fabric. I then opened the button at the top and pulled his pants down his slim hips a bit more. His cock sprung free and he let out a sigh of relief because he felt so painfully hard.

I whimpered, staring with wide eyes at his blue dick. It didn’t look abnormal to me at all. I felt so drawn to him I wanted to touch it.

Carefully, I reached out and gently wrapped my hand around him. We watched how it didn’t wrap around it all the way and the size difference seemed to awaken a new kink in us.

Mansk let out a shaky breath, his lips parting a little when he felt my hand on him. I softly stroked him, knowing he needed more but I wanted to explore.

He was in fact too needy to let me continue and his hands found my waist as he pulled me onto his lap, my knees on either side of his thick thighs.

I was surprised by his actions and held onto muscley shoulders for support. Mansk rested his hands on my hips and I slowly sat down on his thighs, his hard dick in between us. It was leaning against my stomach, showing exactly how deep in me he could be if it were physically possible. If my organs wouldn’t be in the way. His dick was throbbing and the tip reached just below my chest. His eyes were fixed on me and seemed completely mesmerised by the size difference we had.

But Mansk knew it was possible for me to take most of him. I managed last time.

One of his hands slipped down and he ran his fingers through my sensitive folds, his eyes widening when he felt how wet I was. I flinched a little, still sensitive from the orgasm Mies gave me and he smiled, pulling it away and licking the slick off his finger, groaning.

“Ride me, hot stuff.” Mansk spoke out, his voice failing to hide his neediness.

Miles came up behind me and I noticed that I no longer felt his pants against me but this time his dick pressed against my lower back. I wanted to turn around and ask what his plan was. No way could they both fit in my pussy. I would probably die.

Then his hand was in between my legs again and I squeezed Mansk’s shoulders, flinching away.

He softly shushed me, cupping my cheek and gently running his thumb over my flushed skin. I locked eyes with him again, noticing how he was looking at me in adoration too and not just lust.

Quaritch had gathered up my cum and started lubricating his dick with it. I broke the beautiful eye contact with Mansk to glance over my shoulder and see what the Colonel was doing.

Miles saw my concern and pressed his warm torso against my bare back, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Don’t you worry sweetheart. We’ll make sure ya' feel good. Remember?” Miles cooed, rubbing my skin soothingly. Oddly enough, I trusted him. Both of them.

I take a deep breath, facing forward again and nodding.

“Let us take care of it.” Mansk added, his head tilted to the side a little.

I smile, whispering out a soft “Okay.”.

Mansk leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before his hands found my waist again and he lifted me a little. I continued to hold him for support, still slightly worried about what was to come. I didn’t know what to expect from them.

Mansk moved one of his hands and grasped his dick, stroking it a few times before aligning it with my entrance.

I held my breath and let him guide me down on him. I felt his tip press against my entrance and with a little more pressure, it penetrated me. Slowly, he pushed himself inside me. Mansk pulled me closer to him and I was basically hugging him, resting my head on his shoulder while he did the same on mine. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck again to muffle the soft moan he let out at the new feeling.

The way my pussy tightly hugged his aching hard cock made Mansk lose his mind, but he managed to contain himself so that he wouldn’t hurt you.

I whimpered against his hot skin, my fingers digging into his back. He didn’t want to bottom me out, but he lowered me onto him until he was pressing against my cervix.

“Good girl.” he whispered his praise into my ear, making me want to please him more. The praise excited me to the point I subconsciously clenched around him and Mansk took note of that.

He held me for a while, letting me adjust and get used to him.

Meanwhile, Miles had stroked himself ready, feeling painfully hard as well. He knew that what he was about to do might be too much for you, but he had to try. It also excited him a little more and he didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing.

He lined himself up behind me and I felt his wet and warm tip press up against my ass. My eyes went wide and I wanted to turn around but then he started to push into me as well and my mouth fell open. I couldn’t say anything, I just held onto Mansk for dear life again. I felt bad for digging my nails into his back but he seemed to like it.

I squeaked out when he continued to push in and Miles stopped when he was halfway inside me.

My mouth was agape and I gasped, my entire body tensing.

“It’s okay.” Mansk cooed, rubbing my back a little while Miles groaned in pleasure, loving the way I squeezed him.

“You’re doing so well, sugar. So good.” Miles mumbled with half-lidded eyes. I relaxed a little into their touch, focusing on my breathing and on my goal to please them.

After a minute or two my neediness was overpowering the discomfort I felt and I rolled my hips into Mansk.

His ears perked up and he removed his head from my shoulder, looking into my eyes with mischief.

“It’s okay now.” I say softly, almost having it sound like a whisper. Mansk nods and his hands return to your hips. Miles pats my back and lets me raise my hips off of them a little with the help of Mansk’s grip before lowering myself back down. My mouth is still open and I struggle to keep my breathing even while Mansk has his lips firmly pressed together and his eyebrows furrowed. Miles is biting his lip, his fangs showing again.

I start to finally feel good and manage to relax a little more. Each time I lower my hips, I roll them a little to increase the sensations for both men.

Mansk supports my movements, helping me increase my speed.

Behind me Miles throws his head back, his hands gripping my waist, slightly above Mansk’s hands and he lets out a breathy groan. Mansk’s eyes are focused on where we are connected and eventually, he starts to lose himself.

“Atta girl.” Mansk says, lightly spanking my thigh and I whimper. Feeling so full has me feeling all hazy and faint. I let my hand wander down his chest which sparkled in the light with his light spots illuminating the beads of sweat on his skin. I fumbled with his dog tag before taking it into my hand and closing my palm around it. I used it and his shoulders to steady myself.

Mansk found this incredibly hot. Maybe next time, he would make you wear his chain.

Miles starts pulling me down a little harsher onto him while Mansk starts rutting up into me. I feel like a ragdoll and realise I won’t be able to sit straight soon anymore.

The tightness Miles is feeling is clouding his mind with pleasure and he is unable to stop fucking into my ass. His orgasm comes faster than expected and soon he throws his head back again, his mouth falling open as he empties his balls deep into me. I cry out a little at the feeling and feel him slowly pull out of me. Miles is resting against the other side of the desk, regaining his breath while Mansk focuses on making both of us cum. My legs are giving out and I am no longer able to move my hips off of his dick. Modern problems require modern solutions.

Mansk scoops me up, stilling our movements and gently laying me down on the desk. My hips are on the edge where he is now standing, making sure he is still deep inside me.

He leans down, resting his upper body on his elbows and arms before he resumes our fast pace. I arch my back into him and moan, which drives him crazy and he can’t help but speed up his hip movements.

“Holy shit- Mansk…” I moan, my arms returning to his back, scratching down his shoulders. His arm reaches for my thigh, lifting it up and holding it against his hip.

I feel my second orgasm approaching and I start to clench around him. Mansk moans again, unable to keep the noises to himself anymore and drops his head down on my upper chest. I cradle his head with one hand while holding onto his back.

“Mansk- I’m gonna…” I trail off, wanting to let him know I’m close.

“I know, baby. I can feel you.” he groans, running his big hand up and down my thigh. “Whenever you’re ready.”

I nod hastily, wrapping my other leg around his waist and pulling him a little deeper into me. After a few more thrusts, I start to see stars again, my back arching into his chest and my legs trembling around him.

Mansk rides out my orgasm before finally cumming as well, thrusting into me one final time, a little harder and burying himself as deep into me as possible. He releases his hot white ropes of cum deep into me and I hold his tensed body to ground him while he is overtaken by euphoria and bliss.

We stay like that for a while, regaining our breath until Mansk lifts himself up. My legs and arms fall limp to the sides of the desk and I roll over a little, regaining control over my body with the pleasure gone.

Mansk rests his hand on my abdomen and slowly pulls out of me.

“You okay?” he asks, gently rearranging my legs into a comfortable position.

“Yeah.” I reply smiling. I crane my neck and look over at Quaritch who is smirking down at me, wearing his pants again.

“You did so well, baby.” Miles said, walking over to where I lay, while Mansk put his pants back on. Mansk returned to my other side with my clothes and both of them helped me get dressed.

I accepted their help and got up from the desk after being dressed again. My legs happened to be trembling again so Mansk kept his arm around me while Miles was ready to open the door and turn off the light.

That's when I remembered that I didn't know where we were going.

"Please don't leave me again…" I said, hopefully looking up at both men.

Miles turned away from the door and sighed.

"I don't want to go back in there." I continue, my voice cracking a bit.

Mansk and Quaritch looked at each other, not exchanging words. They didn't want to bring you back either. It would be cruel to do this to you and then leave you. It would hurt them as well, seeing you back in that cold empty room.

But they knew they couldn't set you free just like that. The best they could do was transfer you to the smaller facility which they had prepared for you. It wasn't ideal but it was an improvement.

Either way, all of you knew that they couldn't keep you captive forever.

Miles and Mansk would let you go if their jobs and lives didn't depend on it because they value your well-being and freedom.

Then again, they hoped that if that happens, you would return to them so they could see you again.

"We'll take you to the place Mansk and I prepared. It's a little nicer." Miles says. I let my head drop a little in disappointment but then again I myself knew they couldn't just set me free.

I look up at Miles and nod but both men sense my sadness.

"We're still working on finding a solution." Quaritch added and Mansk nodded, backing up his statement.

"We promise it'll all be okay soon." Mansk said, his hand holding my waist and gently pulling me into his side.

"Okay." I reply, happy that I'm at least leaving the room I've been stuck in for almost two weeks.

With that, Miles turns the light off and opens the door, checking whether the air is clear.

Eventually, we made it out of the building and after half an hour of flying, we arrived at the spot they prepared.

They were right, it was nicer.

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TheArchivist: my three archival assistants,

And yes, they smoke weed

Michael distortion: do they smoke weed?

TheArchivist: yes, actually.

Jane prentiss: You mean they aren’t just smoking cigarettes? But weed cigarettes?

TheArchivist: it’s called a bunt… not a weed cigarette… and yes, it’s a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we read statements. (They are my archival assistants.)

Helen distortion: they don’t look like they smoke weed

TheArchivist: Fuck You.

Fuck You.

I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking archival assistants are researching statements to calm me down I’m so mad.

Melanie: Your “weed smoking archival assistant” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on his belly. The one in the middle.

TheArchivist: I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Martin or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on him ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING

Basira: Well that escalated quickly……

TheArchivist: What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *martin grabs my shoulder* Come on Jon, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking his off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my archival assistants struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

Elias: haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE ARCHIVAL ASSISTANTS”, “THEY ALL RESEARCH STATEMENTS”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Martin” and his “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jonathan, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

TheArchivist: *shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…

*leaves with my three weed smorking archival assistants to go hold hands and research statements.*

Daisy: this dude playin omg

TheArchivist: Come again? *The institute falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the institute is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Archivist publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Martin…. Sash-sasha… Tim… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see Beholding looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*

Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

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my immediate thoughts on the first four and a bit episodes of netflix's avatar!

massive spoilers below!

okay I’m sorry but there is NO WAY sozin was actually present and storming the air temple. dude’s the fire lord. he would absolutely have been sitting behind a desk from the safety and comfort of his own palace and receiving the occasional update via letter at MOST.

gyatso with the kids :”( literally made me cry.

honestly I was not as outraged as some people with the whole ‘toning down sokka’s sexism’ thing, bc I do understand some of his lines coming across differently/more maliciously in 2024 than intended at the time they were written. but I have to say … this version of katara opening the iceberg was not entirely convincing :/ like in the OG version you could see how she was so angry at sokka that it fuelled her waterbending enough to break the iceberg, but in this one she just … raises her hands?

I get that this show is trying to be its own thing, but ‘will you go penguin sledding with me?’ is SUCH a perfect introduction to aang’s character, and I’m kind of bummed they nixed the line :/

and I get there are time constrains etc, but they didn’t include any of katara and aang actually bonding together, so it doesn’t really make sense now that she’s willing to go off and travel the world with him.

the music is really good!

GRAN GRAN DID THE THING!

speaking of, why does gran gran know everybody’s business?

they definitely seem to have toned down zuko’s personality? like OG show zuko would not be having a back and forth conversation with iroh about the avatar, he would’ve just shouted at him and stormed off.

I also really like the interaction between iroh and aang. iroh’s toeing the party line, but you get the sense that he believes differently.

okay, I have to say this, and this is something I’ve been thinking since the first promo pictures came out. everyone’s clothes look too clean! our real clothes have were and tear, but these outfits don’t look lived in! it’s distracting me!

that said, paul sunghyung lee is completely spot-on as live-action iroh. completely captures the character’s personality and appearance. I want a hug from this version of iroh.

must admit I am glad that appa and momo are 100 times cuter and not at all terrifying like they looked in [REDACTED BY THE DAI LI].

okay, heading into episode two.

seems they have retconned zhao’s origin story, since this seems to be the first time iroh has met him? does this now mean zhao was not present at the zuko/ozai agni kai, like he was in the OG show?

SUKI!!!!

suki’s reaction to meeting a boy she likes being to throw down and fight him, what a little weirdo (affectionate).

oh, zuko. having the confidence to try and fight AVATAR KYOSHI is certainly … A Decision. one that a teenage boy would make!

AVATAR KYOSHI LOOKS SO GOOD!

avatar kyoshi if you are free to hang out on thursday night, I would like to hang out on thursday night when I am free, if you are free.

hmm I’m kind of intrigued as to where they’re going with the live action version of zhao. because right now it seems like he’s a nameless commander — like we’re supposed to infer his letter is his first direct communication with ozai? he’s not been around the royal family before? by taking away this backstory, the show is missing out on the total hilarity of a middle-aged man having longstanding, personal beef with a sixteen-year-old.

listen, if daniel dae kim wanted to be in my tv show I would absolutely be like ‘yes, of course, how many close-ups do you want?’ but I do think the OG show not revealing ozai’s face until season 3 was a really smart decision. it built up so much suspense and mystery around this character (who is supposed to be larger than life!) and it had SUCH good payoff IMHO. I do kind of wish they had committed to this too but, like. if daniel dae kim was in my show I’d want his face in it, so I get it.

time for episode three!

azula!! introducing her doing undercover work makes sense for her character, given how she later infiltrates ba sing se. though I’m not sure it’s entirely believable that the people … wouldn’t recognise her? in the fire nation capital? she’s a (very!) public figure!

again, season 1 zuko would not have had the patience and self-control to compromise with zhao like this.

mai and ty lee! I like that the show is already hinting at mai betraying azula for zuko — her first instinct is to defend zuko (even though she walks it back when she sees azula is upset), hinting at where her true loyalties eventually lie.

being a teenage girl and getting led astray by a bad boy with a shaggy haircut is, unfortunately, a canon event for us all.

katara brushing by zuko and him touching her scarf!!! not the 2024 zutara crumbs!

‘zuko, don’t fire bend, it’ll draw too much attention!’ zuko: proceeds to have a huge smackdown fight w aang, destroying multiple vendors’ goods in the process.

that lady smacking zuko for attacking aang was genuinely the funniest part of the episode.

‘MY CABBAGES!’ iconic, outstanding, give him an oscar immediately!

episode four!

more aang and iroh interactions! maybe they'll do a jailbreak together?

loved seeing the iroh and ozai interaction, I hope we get to see more of their dynamic together. (I think a lot of ozai’s actions make sense when you remember he’s a youngest child.)

loved the detail of zuko giving iroh lu ten’s broach (badge? pin? it’s late, my brain’s getting fuzzy), showing that his softer side was always there.

bumi’s voice and mannerisms and completely spot-on, but I’m not sure I entirely agree with his new characterisation. he seems so … jaded and bitter? yes, they’ve captured his silliness and eccentricity, but he’s also supposed to be wise, and I’m not sure if the latter is really coming across.

okay episode five! (it’s 11:30PM at this point, and I can feel myself becoming less and less coherent, so don’t expect as much detail at this point.)

ooof. the CGI while the gaang is on appa seems … worse than in earlier episodes? did they run out of money at this point?

this version of ozai seems more … pragmatic? he’s strategically playing his kids against each other, but IMHO animated ozai would never praise zuko (even if it was to put azula in her place) bc he didn’t like him enough to do that. ever.

JUNE LOOKS SO GOOD.

okay I am too tired to keep watching, I'll watch more tomorrow.

#atla netflix spoilers #atla spoilers #atla #avatar the last airbender #the last airbender

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Little Mermaid | Bucky Barnes

summary: a mission gone rogue, and bucky has to depend on you to save him, with the help of a few unlikely friends found in the middle of the atlanic.

8.5k words

warnings: none, bucky's self-loathing

a/n: avatar has taken over my life so now you guys get a deep sea bucky fic where he bonds with dolphins, yes. It's literally pure fluff, I'm sorry I'm weak. I AM TAKING REQUESTS BTW!!!

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“How long has she been in there?”

Bucky glanced down at his watch. “30 minutes, and 25 seconds.”

“You gonna get her out?” Sam scoffed, his voice echoing around the walls of the dome-like room. The water reflected on the two boys, decorating mostly bucky's faces with ripples of the water as the lights lit up the pool.

“Hmm.'' Bucky hummed. Craning his head to look down into the pool, where your blurry figure sat at the bottom. I the peaceful bliss you'd often escape to. “No, she’ll get mad.”

“We leave for the mission later, make sure to tell her to get ready once she gets out,” Sam said, bucky nodded. “She will get out soon, right?”

“Hope so."

Bucky didn't pay Sam even a glance. his eyes trained onto the waters and a slacked jaw. A sweet and blissful smile painted his face, and Sam noticed, smirking to himself.

Sam has known bucky longer, but you sure knew him better. Nonetheless, Sam knew of how impatient Bucky could be, he spent most of his days being a close-to intolerable grumpy asshole– but once it came to you. it was entirely different. Sam would catch bucky sometimes, like now, just sitting next to the pool for hours on end. just waiting like some lost puppy.

Waiting for you to come up from the water for the breath of air you so rarely needed. Only to spare Bucky a quick conversation or just a glance before diving back down. Bucky would make himself comfortable and rid of his shoes and roll up his pants to dip his feet in. but the majority of the time, he'd just watch and wait with the same love-sick smile on his face.

Yeah, love-sick. Everyone knew it, saw it, hell– felt it in the compound. The tension, the sweet glances from across the room, the way Bucky would find any excuse to follow you to bodies of water– despite his distaste for swimming or being wet. The obvious pining between the two of you, almost knew, everyone except for bucky and you. If that was even possible.

If on cue, right as Sam was about to leave. The loud swish and splash of water brought his gaze back to the pool, where you came up from under with your hair slick back and water droplets falling off your nose. Bucky's eyes didn't leave you once.

“Back to dry land, little mermaid?” Sam snarked, you laughed sweetly as you slowly swam towards the edge, right next to bucky. Bringing your arms to rest on the edge, puddles of water pool around your arms and slowly crept towards bucky. But, he didn't even think to scoot away from you.

“Very funny, bird man.” you replied back, turning your head towards bucky. “You still don't want to get in?”

Not missing a beat in the offer, after the first few weeks of noticing the super soldier hanging around the pool whilst you swam. Eventually, You'd started to offer every time he showed up, bucky always said no, but you'd never stopped asking. Apart from you maybe just wanted to share the one thing you cherished just as much as him.

But he always just sat at arm's length and watched you in your element. Bucky would never say it out loud– but it was one of his favorite things to do. Getting distracted in the ripples of the water, losing himself in the soft sound of you doing laps.

Bucky was quick to shake his head, his long brunette hair swayed with the motion. And almost innocent look on his face. “No, I'm okay. We have a mission, anyways.”

You frowned– but were not surprised, slowly pulling yourself out from the water. Dressed only in a dark blue body suit, water dripping rapidly from your limbs. “Really?”

“In 3 hours,” Bucky replied, and you audibly groaned. You wished for another hour of the stillness that lay at the bottom of the pool.

“What's the details?” you padded over to the table, grabbing a towel from the rack and drying yourself off.

Bucky watches intently, not in a creepy way. Adoration, and curiosity is how he liked to explain it. Your abilities and connection with h2o had always been a mystery to him, to everyone, except maybe director Fury. You could control water, that he knew. I mean, bucky was the one to find you washed up on some random Californian beach. Only to find out you had no memory of dry lands.

So, bucky always had half a thought to wonder why you dried yourself off with a towel, him being close to sure you could get it done with a flick of your wrist. shit, he saw you drain every last drop of it from a Hydra agent that had pissed you off.

“Me, you, Bucky, and Steve are going on a recon mission. There's an unidentified island somewhere in the Atlantic.” Sam started, “rumored to be a leftover Hydra base. You and Bucky are going in on the north end, Steve and I will be arriving on the south end.”

“Over waters?” you ask, a slight perk in your voice. Sam and Bucky nod, and you smiled. Even the closeness of your past home lit a fire inside you. Mumbling under your breath, “not so bad, I guess.”

“Yep, and we leave soon so both of you get ready.” Sam said again. Before turning around and leaving you and Bucky alone.

Wrapping the towel fully around your body, shivering from the sudden coolness of the air. Bucky awkwardly shifts on his feet, the slick floor beneath his leather boots squeaking as he attempts not to slip (because he did once and you've never let it go.)

“Don't slip.” you remind him as if you could read his mind. A smirk painted on your lips and bucky’s under his breath.

“If I do, you’re obliged to catch me.” bucky snarks back.

Your head perks up, “oh yeah? Says who?”

Bucky doesn't answer your question, and leaves the teased question unanswered just to annoy you.

“Whatever.” laughing, beaming up at bucky like he was the world. “See you in a few,” you say, walking past the semi-dazed man as bucky's eyes followed you out of the room, the loud door booms as it closes leaving him alone.

Exhaling a shaky breath, settling the fast-paced beat in his chest. His face feels warm despite the chillness of the pool room. Bucky needed to get a wrap of his emotions before this mission, the first one-on-one mission with you. Bucky likes to watch, and observe with a slight adoration in his eyes. Silence is a familiarity between you two. Bucky’s too used to stuttering around in his brain anytime he sees you, silence and short meaningless banter is better– easier.

Bucky trudged up to his room with the thought of you heavy in his head, along with the warmth you bring him.

*****

Steve and Sam had taken off approximately 40 minutes before you and bucky, you went back and forth in the hanger loading all the equipment needed. You soon realize this was the first duo mission with bucky alone, being alone with him wasn't a strange thing but, this was different.

“Take off in 10.” agents Hill reminds you, “this mission shouldn’t be long, we just need you two to check all security and activity on the north side and get out. No jumping to take any risks.'' Maria eyed Bucky, earning a grumble and eye roll at the obvious poke at his reckless behavior involving Hydra assignments. You can understand why.

Bucky headed up the hanger, you went to follow but just before you could, Maria grabbed onto your shoulder. “I’m serious, Y/N. keep him off the ledge, no fighting unless absolutely necessary.”

Nodding, and sending her a reassuring smile. “If he needs someone to keep him out of his head, why not send Steve?” you ask honestly, eyes glancing back towards bucky as he got the jet ready for take off.

“Believe it or not, I think bucky trusts your opinion more than Steve’s nowadays.'' Maria finished, walking off before you could question the meaning of what she said, exactly. Your eyebrows knotted, turning back to the man adjusting his seat at the nose of the jet.

Surely that couldn't be true? You and bucky were close friends, best friends even. But you've only known him for, what? Like seven, or eight months? Steve’s known him his entire life, grew up with him, and shared memories with bucky from before his life went to shit.

A part of you always thought Bucky only lingered around you because he was the one to find you, like it was an insensible responsibility he held above himself. Because he always held himself responsible for things out of his control, too hard on himself. And you were just there, you were the outsider just like him. You valued your friendship and respected him but you've always assumed part of it was just out of pity.

Heading up the hanger and letting it close behind you, the soft sound of the engines starting up as you strapped into the co-pilot's seat. Bucky was always much better at flying these than you. Your eyes glance over to him awkwardly a few times, settling into your seat as lift-off begins, bracing through the small turbulence before you were flying gently in the sky.

“ETA should be about 30 minutes.” bucky said, hands steady on the gears. You nodded in response.

“What do you think will be there?” you ask curiously, mostly to just fill the silence.

Bucky hummed, his icy blue eyes glancing at you. The ones that never fail to leave you breathless, even from the very beginning. “Zero ideas, I hope nothing.”

“Agreed.” you nodded. Bucky's eyes didn’t leave you, and you met him quickly.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words got lost on your tongue and you, as well, got lost in his gaze.

Seemingly, always having a habit of doing so, from the moment bucky found you on that beach, half alive. The first thing you saw as you opened your eyes was those deep blue eyes that reminded you too much of the only place you've known. From an instant finding comfort in bucky, in his Atlantic blue irises.

As bucky got distracted in your gaze, both of you did. Seconds or minutes could have passed, and the loud noise of fire coming towards you muffled out. That was until it hit you, literally, the loud boom and shake startling you and bringing you both back down to reality.

An instant panic sets in as bucky tried to get control over the jet, the engines are down, GPS is lost and you were declining rapidly. but the shots didn't stop and you were both helplessly freefalling inside the coup.

“Under the seat! The parachutes.” bucky shouted as he desperately tried at the gears. Quickly, turning around to look but it came up empty. You checked your surrounding in a frenzy, every place you think, unable to keep yourself steady as you began ascending towards the water.

You must have tripped as you went for a storage container in search of the parachutes because you fell into warm arms before you could hit your head. Looking towards Bucky as he held you, an obvious set of panicked eyes staring down at you.

“There's none.”

Bucky’s eyebrows knotted, settling you on your feet in front of him. Hands still settling onto your shoulder to keep you steady. “What? What do you mean there's none?”

“There are no parachutes, I checked everywhere,” you yelled over the loud sound of systems beeping as they failed, and your mind as it scattered for a plan B.

“What the fuck!” bucky yelled out of frustration.

Another boom and shake, and you were on the ground. Bucky followed with as he ducked, his arms still wrapped around you, even tighter now. Another shot was fired at you and it was clear whoever was behind the fire really wanted you out of the sky. As the shots hit the sides sliding doors. Bucky held onto you so as not to fall, but that gave you an even better idea.

“Do you trust me?” you shouted, eyes glancing towards the familiar comfort of waters.

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” you shout again, making sure to maintain eye contact as you spoke. Bucky let out a heavy exhale, nodding slowly. His brunette hair whipped around as the harsh winds took over.

“Is this going to be reckless?” bucky asked you, even though he was almost certain of your answer.

You didn’t respond, only grabbed harshly at bucky's hand and dragged him towards the edge. Visible fear showed on bucky’s face, reminding you of how he even got to where he was now.

Bucky wasn't going to lie and say being faced with falling dozens of feet, unsure of survival– didn’t scare the sit out of him. Trying to shake the flashes of the water turning into the snowing alps as he stared down, trying to settle his panic.

A warmth took over him suddenly, as you snuck your hand into his, hoping to comfort him. it did. “Hey, bucky. Just look at me, I promise we’ll be okay. Just trust me.”

Hesitantly, Bucky nodded and kept his eyes on you. Gulping down his nerves as you counted down in your head, cursing to yourself because you were supposed to keep him off the ledge, and here you were– ready to jump off it and dragging him down with you.

“Take a deep breath,” you shouted before harshly grabbing him and hurling both of you over and into a free fall into the water.

Bucky's grasp got tighter around you, and yours around him just before the harsh impact of the ocean submerged you both. The familiar feeling of it filling your lungs and surrounding your body, the dark blue depths– the bliss and peace of it all.

Glancing down at the man in your arms, realizing bucky had gone unconscious.

You really regret not teaching him how to swim like you now.

*****

The gentle whispers of waves filled bucky’s ears, his eyes slowly fluttering open as he took in the bright surroundings. A fresh, salty air filled his nose as he breathed– he could practically taste it on his tongue. bucky's head pounded and made him dizzy. The uncomfortable feeling of wet clothing sticking to his skin makes him cringe, slowly rising his head. Bucky noticed your familiar figure in his line of sight.

“What- what? Where are we?” his lungs and throat burned as he spoke, feeling raw as if he had spent the past hours yelling his lungs out. A feeling all too familiar. Slowly, coming to his senses and he noticed the pure amount of blue that filled his surroundings. “Are we–”

“We’re okay, don’t panic,” you reassured him, noticing your wet hair (as it usually is) and that you were stripped of your tactical suit and now only dressed in a full-body wet suit.

Bucky whipped around, feeling the hard surface under him– what looked like to be rocks? In the middle of the ocean? “Where are we?” looking up to only see water, for miles and miles. Seemingly no land in sight besides whatever he and you reside on now.

“We’re on charlie,” you explain simply, sitting across from him.

“What–” bucky’s words are interrupted by the sudden spray of water in front of his face, getting him all wet again. Shouting as he scrambles away from the blow hole, he screaked. “What the fuck!”

You laugh at bucky, with an aggressive confusion playing out on his face, eyes bulging from his head, as he suddenly realizes what he's on– who he's on. The faint sight of a fin the size of a truck waving through the waters. Bucky begins scattered around in a panic. You noticed, and an exaggerated sigh leaves your lips.

“This is Charlie, he's a blue whale,” you state like it makes any goddamn sense to bucky. “He's my friend.”

“And when were you going to tell me you were friends with a goddamn whale?” bucky asks, still taking in the scary yet– incredible, once-in-a-lifetime sight. Bucky can confidently say he's seen and experienced way too many ‘once in a lifetime’ things, but his history says none of them have been good, or at least resulted in good things. But this, he sat on top of a blue whale in the middle of god knows where sea. Bucky couldn’t comprehend it.

You shrug. “It never came up.”

Scoffing, “it never came up.” bucky mocks you, but with no ill intent. his eyes still darting around the whale's back that you both sat on. The water rose up and down, meeting his legs. Bucky's eyes meet yours again, in comparison to bucky you seemed the calmest person in the world. “Seriously, where are we?”

“Uh.” you inhale, looking around at the vast blue like you'd see any indication of where you were. “Definitely northern Atlantic since that's where we fell. I'd say a couple of miles east of the mid Atlantic ridge. I have backup coming soon to figure out.”

Bucky's head tilts. “You got comms out here?”

In the middle of the Atlantic, on a blue whale after you, both doze into the water. Your coms would have gotta damaged in the fall, and if they did still work– there's no way that wherever you two were it would reach anyone.

“Not that kind of backup”

“Please don't tell me you have an orca whale coming to pick us up.” bucky deadpans, what would be a joke but now he's unsure of everything you can do.

The whale below him lets water out of his blow whole again, almost sounding offended, if that's even possible

A mischievous grin grows slowly as you look at bucky, you mumble quietly “no, they're dolphins”

“Dolphins?”

“Hey!” you try to defend yourself, with bucky narrowing his eyes at you. Either disbelief or genuine shock on his face, maybe both, you couldn't tell. “They'll get us to land and then we can call for real backup and make sure Sam and Steve are okay.”

Bucky blinks once, twice, maybe a third time. Almost in a daze, because how the fuck does he end up in this situation unless he’s died and gone to some weird afterlife. Like his crush is going to make him ride dolphins into the afterlife, and if it wasn't for the uncomfortable feeling of his thick clothes and body armor weighing him down. Or the harsh sun beating down on his neck, he'd be convinced.

Under his breath, he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear. “Fucking little mermaid.”

You giggled at the comment. Sometimes Bucky wonders if you are a siren, because every noise you make sounds like music to his ears, slowly pulling him closer towards you. Bucky shifts uncomfortably as your eyes trail up his body, “are you wearing anything that has any grave importance to you?”

Bucky looks down at his attire, a soaked black leather jacket provided by shield. Kevlar, body armor, and cargo pants full of weapons. “Not really, why?”

“I'm sure it weighing you down.” you say, “I’d recommend taking it off, especially when the dolphins come.”

Buckys pretends that sentence doesn't sound absurd, and hesitantly agrees. Slowly beginning to remove his jacket and vest. “Where’d you get the wetsuit, anyways? Did a squid let you borrow his.” bucky jokes, and you smile fondly. Bucky always liked that he could make you smile and light up so easily. Pride never ceases to spread through his chest.

“I wore it under my uniform, just in case.” your fingers run over the dark blue fabric, “glad i did.”

“Wish you would have given me the memo.” Bucky comments, slowly peeling the fabric that stuck to his skin, and attempting to rip off the vest but he begins to physically struggle. Considering the weird position he's in; bucky's sure that Charlie the whale doesn't enjoy having a 6-foot-something super soldier standing up on his back. But Bucky always felt heavier and much more of a burden than he actually was.

You notice him struggling. “Buck, here, let me help.” you slowly scoot over towards bucky. Your surprisingly warm hand reaches his back to undo the zippers and velcro. A shiver goes down his back, hoping you don't notice the abrupt twitch of his neck when you touch him.

You were one of the few people that walk this earth that bucky would even think to let so close to him, your presence always felt familiar, comfortable to him. You being so close just felt natural. Yet, it didn't subdue the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach or the way heat would rise to his face and tint his ears pink.

“How long was I out?” Bucky asks.

“Around 5 hours.” bucky audibly winches at the answer, “I kept you above water before I found charlie. Couldn't have you drowning on me.”

“right.”

“Why do you always call me that by the way?” you ask innocently, you had finished taking off bucky's outer layer of clothing. Leaving him in just a sleeveless tank top, showing off his vibranium arm as the sun highlights it making it shimmer. But bucky doesn't turn around and your hands don’t leave his body.

No– your hands tangle in his hair as you pull back the wet strands that stuck to his forehead and neck. Beginning to pull his hair into a small bun, similar to the one he wore in Wakanda when it began to grow too long for bucky to handle.

“What do you mean?”

“You always call me little mermaid, Sam too,” you explain and bucky's lips quirk up slightly in amusement.

“You know, ariel? You've never seen that Disney movie about the mermaid who gives her voice for legs so she can live on land with prince eric?” bucky summarizes the classic Disney movie, kindly leaving out the fact that Sam made him sit down for 2 days straight to catch up on every Disney princess movie

“No, I have not. And I’m not a mermaid.” you wiggle your feet and knees to make a point, bucky eyes crinkled in adoration at your gesture. “See, I have legs.”

“I thought you were one when we first met, you know.” bucky says without a thought, a sudden calmness carries over his body as your hands are still playing with his hair, the soft sound of the ocean whispering. Everything around him seems so still, so quiet and peaceful.

“What?”

“When I saw you washed up on that beach,” bucky explain. “your hair was a wild mess and you had no clothes besides some seaweed wrapped around your body. Despite everything and the circumstance, I thought you looked so beautiful that you couldn't possibly be human. Sam had bets you were a siren”

Before bucky can even stop himself from rattling on, telling you his vulnerable and real thoughts of your first meeting. It's like his brain and mouth couldn't contain this confession, and when he tells you, your hands stop working at his hair and he picks up the slight hitch in your voice as you freeze. You go quiet and bucky suddenly realizes he might have fucked this all up, and the calmness of the ocean can’t stop the sudden anxiety that makes him shake.

Bucky’s scared to face you– can’t turn around, but he has to see your reaction. Just so he knows whether or not to expect you to leave him on the back of a whale in the middle of the Atlantic. Slowly, he does.

“You think I'm beautiful?” was the first thing that came out of your mouth when bucky sees you. Your voice is full of sincere curiosity and wide eyes. Your face feels warm.

Reluctantly, bucky nods. His mouth feels dry as he speaks. “Yeah.”

You smile, an ease spreads through bucky's body and the calm comes back to him.

“You don't look too bad yourself, sarge.” you say, a tease to your voice that makes bucky dizzy. Struggling to bite back the smile on his face.

Before either of you can speak another word, the high-pitched squeal of 3 dolphins jumping and swimming towards you. The water ripples around them, and what bucky can only describe as screaming in delight as they come to greet you.

Your hand dips down in the water with the most gentle and soft touch he's ever seen as you rub their heads. You listen and watch intently as they began to squeal, grunt, and creak. Bucky scoots closer to you and the dolphins as you begin to nod in a sense of understanding.

“They should get us to the shore of Portugal by 2 or 3 am, which is a long ride if you're okay with that.” you turn to bucky to tell him the plan.

“Not like we have a whole lot of options, doll.” bucky scoffs, looking around at his surroundings. “-Wait, can you understand them?”

“Yes,” you turn your attention back to the three dolphins fighting for your affection like little children, bucky finds it weirdly endearing. “Every animal in the ocean has their own unique language. I cannot mimic most of theirs, but you'd be surprised how many sea creatures understand English or other languages. They are a lot smarter than humans”

Bucky can only stare at you in udder astonishment. You– this gorgeous being you seem to be able to do it all, your kindness and caring as taken you a long way in life that bucky will never understand. And here you are before him, communicating with animals and treating them as if they're your family.

One of the dolphins leaves your attention and maneuvers its way toward Bucky, her head pops out of the water, and looks at him. You watch bucky intently as he hesitates to put his hand near her. Looking towards you for reassurance.

“Go on, she won't bite.” you encourage him. Bucky could never disobey you when you look at him like that. So earnest. So patient.

His hand grazes against her head softly, keeping his movement slow so as to not scare off the creature. Bucky’s so used to being feared and everyone flinching in his presence, it’s until the dolphin squeals in delight he realizes these animals don’t know him like the rest of the world. Only judging based on how they perceive him now, you've always said animals are the best judgment of people.

“She likes you,” you say simply. Bucky looks up towards you, in awe, to see your eyes already on him. Slowly, warmth grows to each of your faces as you shy away at the eye contact. “I'm assuming you don't know how to ride a dolphin, and I don't have time to teach you. So you'll ride with me.”

You begin to maneuver yourself into the water, practically diving in if Bucky could think straight at this moment. You disappear for a moment, which leaves Bucky feeling way too alone and vulnerable in the vast openness of the ocean. Knowing there were miles and miles under him of things he'd never seen before, possible threats, and obviously possible allies as he looks at the dolphins in front of him.

Makes Bucky realize how much safety and pure comfort he confides in you. That scares him more than anything, but also makes him feel lighter in the chest. Make his heart beat a little quicker.

Slowly, you arise from the water with your hair all wet again and slick back. You've now planted yourself onto one of the dolphin's backs, gesturing towards the small spot behind you. Assuming it was for him.

Bucky recoils slightly, not out of fear or disgust. He is just hesitant, everything is so crazy and new to him and he's still grasping the fact you have befriended a whale. So wrapped up in his own head he misses the way your face drops, looking down. Insecurity grew through your body.

“You think I'm crazy.” you ask, but it comes out more as a statement, and bucky's brain scrambles to correct you.

“What? No! No– never, I'd never think that of you. Never, y/n.” bucky rattles on, shaking his head. “This is just– so new and scary to me.”

You exhale, “sorry.” you force out a smile, and slide off the dolphin and swim towards him. beginning to walk through what bucky needs to do. “Just get in the water, it's okay– no harm. And she’ll go under you and just lift you, simple and easy. You can do it, promise.”

“Okay,” bucky breathes out shakily. Getting absolutely lost in your gentle encouragement from you, lighting a fire in bucky that makes him feel a little more sure of himself. Yet, still, Bucky hesitates as he slowly lowers himself off the whale and settles himself in the surprisingly warm water. Bucky looks up and sees that he needs to hurry as the sun starts to go down.

“Woah!” Bucky is taken aback when the animal maneuvers herself between bucky’s legs and lifts him up, almost losing his balance as he leans back. Quickly attempting to balance himself on her fin, your hand latches onto his thigh in some sort of assistance. It only makes bucky feel dizzier.

“Good job.” you beam up at him and, bucky warms at the praise, “scoot back a bit, please.”

Bucky obeys and you swiftly lift yourself and settle between his thighs. Bucky’s sure his face is beet red now, with you settling in between him and your back to his chest. His brain practically turns to mush as he has to bring himself back down to earth from the abrupt closeness.

“You sure she can handle both of our weights for that long.” bucky asks, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

“Don't like this?” you ask, a vague question, but bucky understands what you mean. “I can-”

“No! No, I'm okay!” no, he's definitely not.

You laugh lightheartedly and bucky swears he must be dead, he can't see your face but he can picture your bright smile and the way your eyes crinkle up at the sides. “Yes, you would be surprised by how strong they are for their size.”

Bucky hums in response, suddenly he's unsure of where to put his hands. Settling on resting them on his thighs, but he's gravely unbalanced like this– especially if he’ll be moving in the water.

“Uh.” your body tenses slightly, “you can– um, just put your arms around me, okay? we’ll be going quite fast and I really don't want to lose you, so get a good grip.”

Hesitantly, bucky wraps his arms securely around your waist. Tight. Your back pressed against his chest, even closer now.

“yeah, like that…” your voice is quiet now, sounding almost flustered.

Your face begins to grow hot, and the tips of your ears turn red. Adjusting yourself, trying not to squirm too much while you sat between bucky's legs. Your more than sure the dolphins can feel the weird sexual tension between the two of you, god– bucky can practically taste it by how strong it is in the air. “Hold on, tight though. I’m serious, if you fall it's your own fault.”

Bucky laughs at the snark in your voice, while knowing you are fully fucking serious. His grip tightens and you attempt to hide the hitch in your breath when he does.

The dolphin begins to swim, speeding away from the whale with her two buddies by her side. Bucky's head turns slightly to see the whale starting to lower itself back into the deep ocean. Utterly astonished by the sight, he must be in a dream.

“You okay?” you check up on bucky. the dolphins bob up and down in the water, conscious of the fact bucky was riding and could not, in fact, breathe under water like you. bucky watched in awe at the ripples of waves behind him. it's so rawly beautiful.

“Yeah, very okay.” bucky replies in an almost dazed sight. You grin in pride. “This is quite therapeutic, actually. Why haven't we done this before.”

The familiar sweet laughter fills bucky’s ears, “I don't know, I'll make time in my schedule to do this later with you.”

Later. With you.

Bucky beams at the statement, excited that there will be a later, and you with him. God– he could shout out in joy. And bucky begins to understand why you spend most of your time at the bottom of the compound pools, or excusing yourself on your free weekends to the coastlines. The pure calm and peace he feels in his body make him dizzy, and it's not all because of you. Bucky feels weightless and an ease he hasn't felt since his childhood. Out here his history is unknown and he is nothing except who he is now, which according to the dolphins. Is a good man.

Bucky feels like a good man for the first time in decades. Out here, just with you.

The slight breeze blows through his damp hair, the warmth radiates off your body. Bucky sees nothing but blue for miles and miles until it meets the horizon and he can still taste the saltiness in the air.

Bucky doesn't remember beginning to slack against your body, dropping his head on your shoulder. He doesn't remember the weight of his eyelids, just for them to eventually close and bucky sure doesn't remember falling asleep, pressed close to your body as he glides through the Atlantic.

But he awakes and the night sky had turned to dark, slowly fluttering his eyes up and rising his head away from the crook of your neck.

Bucky also realizes this is the most he's slept with no nightmares or memories of the soldier plaguing his mind, no– he woke up peacefully. No jolting awake with a dry throat from screaming and muttering Russian phrases under his breath. He wasn't coated with his own sweat from panicking, just the salt water.

He woke up with you in his arms.

“You awake, sleepyhead?” you say, and bucky begins to regain all his senses when he shakes the sleepiness from his body. His arms were still securely wrapped around your waist, and bucky would be dammed if he ever tried to let go.

“I didn't mean to fall asleep.” he says honestly, “sorry.”

“Don't apologize, you slept through most of the ride. We should be close enough to the shoreline soon.” you say, “though you missed some very confused crew ship members.”

“That going to be a problem?” bucky laughs to himself at the thought of a ship full of workers looking down to see a pack of dolphins, only to find two agents sailing across the Atlantic on their backs.

“No.” you laugh. “You snore in your sleep by the way.”

“Shit– I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize.“ you repeat again, “I'm just glad you're getting some good sleep, and your snores are kinda cute.”

“Shut up.” bucky replies, flustered. But secretly he was glad he’d slept peacefully, with you.

“Hey,” you quietly call to his attention, bucky’s head perks up and he hums in acknowledgment. “Look at the sky, the best view in the world.”

Bucky's head tilts up and his breath gets caught in his throat.

The sky was decorated with the brightest array of stars, shining down on them and lighting up the midnight sky. Bucky can notice a few of the constellations that painted the dark sky. It's one of the most beautiful sights he’s seen in his life and it leaves him breathless.

And then he looks back down at you and can't help be choke up a little.

“Thank you,” Bucky says like it's the easiest thing in the world.

Your eyebrows furrow, your hands still wrapped around the fin in front of you, leaning forward slightly. “Why are you thanking me?”

“I don’t know.” bucky replies honestly. Despite the circumstance, it's easy to ignore them because of the fact he's seen beautiful things today. Felt things he'd never even known of, and all because of you. “I just– I feel good, you make me feel good. You always have, but now, I've never felt like this before, so free and secure.”

Your place one hand on his, gently squeezing it. Bucky wishes he could see the giddy smile on your face as you grow flustered at his words. “I’m happy I make you feel like that, and you make me feel good too. Since the day I met you, I think I found a sense of unexplainable comfort in you.”

Neither you nor Bucky has ever felt this vulnerable with each other, but it's hard to feel any sense of burden out here. Hell– Bucky would learn to live out here and run (or swim, I guess) away with you forever if he could continue to feel like this for the rest of his life.

Bucky also realizes Ariel was a fool for giving that up for a silly prince.

“So, I have a question. Can I ask you a question?” bucky speaks.

“Shoot.”

“You've never been very clear on your, um, abilities.” he starts, “I always thought you could just manipulate water, but it seems to be much more now. So what is it?”

You hum, thinking to yourself. “I don't know, honestly. I can't remember anything except the sea. I know the water was there for me as it always has been, the way of the water is there for us before birth and long after death. It takes, and it gives whatever it wants. It's the most powerful thing on earth and it's all I've known. The ways took a liking to me, it claimed me and it's very protective. I can't control water per se, it just listens to me– obeys most of the time.”

“So you don't remember anything of your life before, did you even have one?” bucky asks sincerely. Genuinely astonished by the information he was receiving, realizing how powerful of a person you were.

Bucky can understand why the water chose you. Considering everything, you were the kindest, most sincere, and most caring person he's met. You have an effect on everyone you've interacted with, you're headstrong and slightly stubborn. But forgiving and understanding, something too forgiving in Bucky's opinion. Always there for him, from the very beginning and even after you began to learn of his past

“I don't think so, but I don't remember being fully conscious when I was in the water. Like a baby in a mother's stomach, and it's like I woke up when I washed up on that beach.”

“I'm sure it was scary,” bucky comments.

You laugh, “very. But you were there, and I always felt a weird pull toward you. Like I'd be safe with you.”

Bucky's breath hitched for the millionth time now, he's lost count. Something– a confession of sorts, a tell of his feelings are on the tip of his tongue. He opens his mouth to speak but it is quickly cut off by the shrill of the dolphins. He looks up and Bucky can barely tell in the dark, but the shores of Portugal stood in front of them. An open, empty beach.

“We’re gonna have to swim from here,” you say. the dolphins begin to slow and the water piles near his legs, rising up to Bucky's waist. “That okay?”

You earn a hum in response, and slowly the dolphin comes to a full stop and floats for a moment. You swiftly maneuver yourself out of bucky's grasp, out of between his thighs, and into the water. Bucky feels entirely too empty and cold, without you're heat and touch– bucky's body feels wrong.

“Come on.” you whisper, “follow me, okay?”

Nodding, Bucky manuvers off the dolphin and drops himself fully into the water. You begin the spew out a plethora of ‘thank yous’ and ‘see you soon’ to the now lone dolphin, she squeaks in joy when you rub her nose and head. Bucky can't help but watch, lovesickness dripping from his face. Before tailing it and leaving you and bucky alone in the water, his boots touch the sand beneath him, the water stopping at his shoulders.

Your hands grab at bucky’s, and suddenly the warmth spread through him again. He grins subconsciously and pulls himself closer to you as you both make your way toward the shore.

Bucky wished for anything more than the bliss calm of the ocean to be ripped from him, these quiet moments where it's just you and him. But he needs to call in, make sure Sam and Steve are okay, and let everyone know that you and he are, in fact, alive.

The feeling of stepping on dry sand comes, and water drips rapidly from both of you as you step out of the crashing waves. A few straggled seaweed dragged from both of your feet, looking like fish out of water. Bucky's partially thankful for the fact it's night and the seemingly touristy beaches are empty, he's unsure of how people would reach seeing you two arise from the water. He can imagine it would be pretty scary.

“There's a 24-hour convenience store down the road, we’ll call in from there,” you explain, bucky nods. He begins to feel the weight and burdens settle low in his stomach and high on his shoulders again. Unaware of the fact his hand was still tucked securely in yours, at least that gave him some sense of comfort as you practically dragged him towards the corner store.

“You think Sam and Steve are okay?” Bucky is afraid to ask, afraid that if he even speaks of their well-being out loud, his horrible suspicions would come true. They didn't have a girl that could beckon for whales and dolphins as bucky did.

You squeeze bucky's hand, bringing him back down from losing himself in his head of worries. “Yeah, Charlie asked the others in the area if there’d been any plane crashes beside us. None of them heard or saw anything, so that's a good sign.”

Bucky can't hold back the chuckle in his throat, you step falter to look up at him. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing.'' Bucky shakes his head, full of adoration as he looks at you, but doesn't leave. “You're just– you're amazing.”

“I try.” you begin to step forward again but bucky tugs you back to your place, a surge of happiness and confidence rushing through his veins.

“No,” he states, and you stop in front of him. Your bodies and faces are incredibly close now. So close bucky can practically feel you're breath on his chin on this cool Portuguese night. “I mean it, you are amazing.”

Bucky states like it’s a fact– and to him, it is. He’s never been so sure of anything in his whole overextended, fucked up life.

You grow flustered at his reassurance, beaming at his validation. Bucky's hand burns in yours, a good burn. One you couldn't– wouldn’t pull away from if you had to. You're sure Bucky's super soldier hearing can pick up your heart racing as he brings his free hand to your face. Gently cradling your cheek in his palm, you lean into it.

“I'm not good with words, doll.” bucky breathes out, like a confession. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod almost instantly, “please,”

Bucky obeys, he was never able to say no to you anyways. Pulling you in so incredibly close and slanting his lips against yours. He can taste the salt on your lips, feeling the entire weight of the ocean in your touch. Bucky feels the calm and stillness of the water as he moves against you, your noses touching. Bucky feels breathless like he might drown. He begins to contemplate if you really are a siren.

Your lips are softer than bucky imagined, he wasn't going to lie to himself and say he's never thought about doing this. The amount of times proximity has been forced upon you two and bucky’s almost thrown out everything and just leaned into your touch. Bucky imagined you’d be a good kisser, but now it's real and it's happening.

The sweet kiss doesn't last too long, they are still two agents on a mission. Bucky pulls away at a painfully slow pace, leaving you to chase after his touch. You two stand breathless, damp, and a little sandy in the middle of a Portugal street. And you realize you wouldn't want it any other way.

Gulping down your nerves, and swiping your tongue across your lips. A nervous smile painted your face, “let's go, we should really call in.”

“Yeah.” bucky repeats, still in a half daze as you two continue towards the only lit store near.

Bells jingle above as bucky swings open the glass door, adjusting to the bright fluorescent lights. Looking towards the counter as a sleepy man hunches over, reading the newspaper. His head perks up toward the two of you, looking at you two as if you grew a second head.

The man speaks up in Portuguese, something you don't understand, but bucky does. Hydra put as many languages in his head as they could, anything for a mission to go smoothly. Walking towards the counter with a squeak in his step as bucky began to ask for a phone.

Grumbling under his breath as the man waddles around in the back, pulling out a flip phone and handing it to bucky as he began to type in the digits. On the other line, “hello, this is Blanca bakery, how may we serve you?” a woman's voice speaks through.

“Baklava” bucky mutters the code word, as the line quiets and clicks to a new one. Tapping his foot impatiently as brown noise plays from the end before it goes silent again.

“Name.” an agent speaks plainly.

Bucky clears his throat, stiffening his back like he would when speaking to someone of authority. “Agent 39, agent 104. James Barnes and y/n”

The line quiets again, and soon a very angry and concerned Maria Hill enters the line. “James, what the hell happened? Are you two okay?”

“We’re alive, I don't have time to explain it over the phone.” bucky starts, glancing towards you as you shift in your spot. “Did Steve and Sam make it?”

“They're okay and back at the compound, I traced the phone, I’m not even going to ask how you got to Portugal.” Maria sighs, “the jets will be out to your location soon, ETA 40 minutes.”

Bucky replies quickly and the line falls silent again. Handing the phone back to the man, he grumbles something under his breath in Portuguese and bucky nods his head in thanks. Turning back to you, taking you hand in hand with no thought, bucky begins to drag you out of the store.

“40 minutes, the beach,” he says, vaguely, but you know what it means. Squeezing his hand gently as he leads you back down to the sand. Not missing the small grin on his face when you do so.

It doesn't take long for you to settle next to Bucky on some random washed-up log, your thighs lining against each other, warming each of you enough. Your head drops on bucky’s shoulder, he relaxes under your touch.

You hum as you grab at bucky's hand, uncurling his finger and setting something in his palm. Bucky looks down in confusion, “what?”

His eyes widen at the sight of the large, shiny pearl in his palm. The moonlight reflected off the milky color, making it shine slightly. It's from you– the ocean, it looks like it belongs in an expensive jewelry shop, a museum, anywhere but bucky’s hand. You smack your lips, “think of it as an offering.”

“Why?” Bucky rolls the pearl around his hand, staring in awe before turning to you.

Your finger nudges at the pearl, feeling it under your skin as you lean closer to bucky’s warmth. “Pearls represent everlasting love, before birth and after death. They represent that fact of the water. I think you deserve that.”

The soft breeze lifts bucky's hair, sending a chill down his spine. His mind sputters for a response as he looks at you, in a daze. Instead, he trades words for a small kiss at the crown of your head. You soak up his touch.

“Thank you.” bucky settles on, “you deserve that too, I hope I can give that to you.”

You beam up at him, before settling close against him again. Letting yourself begin to drift off into sleep on his shoulder with the heavy knowledge of bucky's confession in your head. You're smiling when you fall asleep.

Bucky breaths softly, the calm still present deep in him. Because somehow you've drowned bucky without him realizing it, and he's more than happy to sink deeper as long as he’s with you. You– his calm, his anchor, his pearl, his ocean, his everything. The one who saw him for nothing except the good man he's trying to desperately to be, for you. And the one who constantly proves it to him, showing he is capable of love and all things good. Capable of being himself and at ease, even if it only lies in the middle of the Atlantic on the back of a blue whale. As long as he had you, Bucky would feel that again, feel okay.

As he waited for the jet, he continued to roll the precious pearl around in his hand. Losing himself in the soft sounds of your breath mixed with the peaceful sound of waves crashing against the sand, the taste of your lips and the salty water linger in his mouth.

Bucky knows and understands, that for the first time in 70 years, he’ll be okay.

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