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Hii sweetheart! Could you write something about Ilia x female figure skater where she also trains with his parents. It would be soo cool to see their dynamic as a couple. Wish u the best 🎀❤️

Hii! Thank you so much for the request! You can find it here.

I haven’t written anything in way too long, so hopefully it turned out okay! Wish you all the best as well <3

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WELCOME HOME, OLYMPIC LOSER

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Pairing: Ilia Malinin x fem!reader

Request: Hii sweetheart! Could you write something about Ilia x female figure skater where she also trains with his parents. It would be soo cool to see their dynamic as a couple. Wish u the best 🎀❤️

Word count: 1633

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For as long as you could remember, the rink had been your second home. The early mornings before school, the late evenings after homework was done - it had all been part of your life since your childhood.

And so had Ilia Malinin.

Your mother used to joke that you learned to skate before you learned to walk. At 6 you joined his parents' skating group, and because of that the two of you spent your childhoods sharing the same ice.Unfortunately.

More times than you could remember, Ilia had made you want to rip your own hair out in frustration. Like one time when you were eleven, and he stole your favorite song for a routine. Til this day, he claimed that it was a coincidence - but he didn't pick it until after you had said that you liked it.

Or the several other times he tried to annoy you during skating. One time, he had been doing his favorite trick - standing in your way.  Even as you tried to shove him away, he would only smirk and claim "he wasn't in your way." "You're standing on my takeoff," you had exclaimed, to which he had countered that he was only "standing near your takeoff."

For years that had been your dynamic. Teasing. Competitive. A little unbearable. Once you described him to a friend as "the closest thing you had to a brother". Unbeknownst to you, Ilia had overheard that conversation. Not even knowing why, your words annoyed him to the point where he didn't speak to you for three whole days.

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As you both grew older, things had slowly begun to change. And somehow, between long practices and international competitions, the irritation between you had softened into something else.

You weren’t even sure when or how it had happened. Maybe it was when you both started to compete internationally. Maybe it was when Ilia shot up a few inches and stopped looking like the slightly awkward kid you had grown up with. Or maybe it was the simple fact that you had spent thousand of hours together at the rink.

No matter the reason, you had never admitted it to anyone. And you never would, especially not to Ilia.

It was, however, an increasingly hard secret to keep. More times than you could count, he would catch you staring and make some sort of comment.

“You’re staring again.”

“I’m not,” you would protest, trying your best to sound normal. “I was just thinking.”

“About me?” Ilia would laugh, clearly pleased with himself, having no clue to how your heartbeat had picked up, or how your cheeks threatened to fill with color.

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One week before the Olympics, everything fell apart.

It happened during a normal run-through. You had done the combination countless times before. Your body knew the rhythm of it almost instinctively. The timing felt right, the edge felt solid - until it didn’t.

Your blade caught the ice wrong during the landing. There was a sharp crack, and then pain. You didn’t scream, but the silence that followed your fall was almost worse.

Ilia and his parents all rushed over to where your body had fallen, Ilia reaching you first. By the time he had dropped to his knees beside you, your ankle had already started to swell.

When he asked if you were okay, and you answered that you were fine, you both knew that it wasn’t true.

The diagnosis came quickly. A fracture. Not career-ending, but bad enough. So bad that the doctors didn’t even bother pretending that you could compete. “You’ll need surgery,” one of them explained gently.

You took the news hard, but somehow it seemed like Ilia took them even harder when he came to visit you that evening.

He leaned back in the chair beside your hospital bed, rubbing his face. For a moment, neither of you spoke. You had dreamed about this Olympics since you were children, and now you wouldn’t even get to be there.

Eventually, he snapped back to his senses and cleared his throat. “I’ll call you all the time.”

The seriousness in his voice made your heart flutter, so you tried to laugh it off. “That sounds exhausting.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

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A week later, the Olympics came.

You watched everything from your hospital bed, with your leg in a cast and your phone constantly buzzing from beside you. Ilia called you exactly like he promised. Before practices, after practices, sometimes just to complain about the food.

After the free skate, you could hear the tension and frustration in his voice.

“Don’t read the comments,” you told him during one of those calls. “You’re still one of the best skaters in the world, Ilia. One competition doesn’t change that, even if it’s the Olympics.”

There was a long pause on the other end, almost making you think he had hung up. Eventually he spoke up, his voice quiet. “You should have been here.”

“Yeah,” you answered, your chest tightening, “I know.”

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Two weeks later, you stood in the arrivals area of the airport with your ankle in a boot.

In one hand you held a bunch of balloons, and in the other a sign - “WELCOME HOME, OLYMPIC LOSER.” It had taken you a while to settle on the wording, but eventually you had decided to go with honesty.

As more and more people exited the sliding doors, you grew impatient. When Ilia finally walked through with his luggage, he spotted the sign immediately. He then stopped walking, and bursted out laughing.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said as he reached you.

“You’re welcome.”

He shook his head, still smiling, before moving his eyes to your other hand. “And the balloons?”

“Emotional support,” you grinned.

“For me?”

“For me,” you deadpanned, “you were very dramatic on the phone.” He let out a quiet laugh at that.

For a moment the two of you simply stood there. It had only been a couple of weeks since you had last seen each other, but somehow it felt longer. His parents, who sensed that you might need some privacy, took the silence as a sign to move away from the two of you.

Eventually, Ilia spoke again. “I missed training with you,” he admitted. “The rink was weirdly quiet.”

You shifted slightly in your good foot. “I watched all your programs.”

He grimaced slightly at your confession. “Sorry about that.” You rolled your eyes slightly at his words. “You did fine.”

Ilia shook his head, “That’s not what the internet says.”

You let out a huff, “The internet isn’t exactly known for being a reliable source.” This was the problem with Ilia. Even if one program was a bust, he had been amazing over all.

Ilia looked at you for a moment, his eyes softening. “I think I skate better when you’re there.” He hesitated briefly before continuing. “I mean, you’ve always kind of been there.”

“Well yeah, we’ve trained together since we were kids,” you retorted, ignoring the way your heart skipped at his words.

“Yeah, exactly,” Ilia said, before continuing awkwardly, “I guess the Olympics just made me realize that I don’t like doing this stuff without you.”

“Oh.”

He let out a small breath through his nose. “And before you say anything - no, this isn’t some dramatic Olympic self discovery moment or anything.” You both laughed a little at that, before he rubbed his neck briefly and continued.

“I just think.. things are better when you’re there.”

Tears formed in your eyes, as your lips moved into a soft smile. Even though your friendship had softened throughout the years, touchy moments like these were rare. “You sound jet-lagged.”

Ilia huffed a quiet laugh, glancing down at the floor for a second before looking back at you.

“And,” he added after a moment, “I might have realized something else.”

You raised an eyebrow, “That sounds dangerous.”

“Yeah, well.” He shifted his weight slightly. “Turns out when you spend most of your life training with someone, seeing them everyday and traveling together…” he paused, clearly trying to figure out how to end the sentence.

“… you get used to having them around?” You suggest softly.

“Exactly.”

You grab his hand in yours, noticing how his was shaking slightly. “That’s called friendship.”

Ilia lets out another short breath. “Right, except I’m pretty sure it’s not just that.”

“Oh,” you repeat your previous words lamely, your fingers tightening slightly around the strings of the balloons.

For a moment neither of you spoke. The airport around you was still busy, with people moving past you with suitcases and loud conversations, but it all felt strangely distant.

“I think I like you,” he finished. The words weren’t dramatic. It sounded more like he had simply reached a conclusion.

You stared at him for a second. “You think?”

He rolled his eyes, moving a step closer. You don’t know if it was something in your voice that gave you away or what, but his next words sounded far more confident. “I know I like you.”

“Well,” you grinned, “that’s good, because I like you too.”

Another small silence settled between you. Not awkward, but new. Ilia glanced down briefly at the medical boot on your ankle.

“So,” he eventually said slowly, “does this mean I’m allowed to kiss you, or..?”

You looked around the crowded airport terminal. “There are at least twenty people watching us, including your parents.”

“So?” Ilia shrugged.

You considered his words for another moment, glancing over at where his parents stood - looking both knowing and proud. Eventually you gave him a shrug of your own. “Fine.”

The kiss was brief. Short. And considering you were still holding both the balloons and sign, slightly awkward. But when you pulled back, Ilia looked entirely too pleased with himself.

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Kinda in an Ilia Malinin mood ever since the olympics, so if anyone has any requests - feel free to send them my way!! :)

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Hii could you pls make part 2 of jealously jealously where the misunderstanding is sort out and they live happily ever after 😭

Honestly, I’m mindblown! So many of you requested a part two of this, and I couldn’t be happier!

Thank you to everyone who reblogged, liked and commented on part one. <3

Although this definitely isn’t my best work (going through quite the writer’s block) but I still hope you’ll like it :)

Aa always, you can read it by going to my page or by clicking here. :)

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY pt. 2

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Pairing: Lo'ak x (metkayina) f!reader

Word count: 1836

Part 1

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For the fifth time that day, you made your way towards the Sully family's sleeping pod. Entering it, you let out a soft groan of disappointment at the sight of Neteyam.

"Happy to see you too," Neteyam retorted sarcastically. From your grim expression, it was clear to him that something was bothering you, and so he beckoned for you to sit down next to him.

"What's wrong?"

You had assumed that Kiri had filled him in about what had happened the night before, but perhaps you had been mistaken.

Deciding that you should fill him in, you let out a sigh. "It's Lo'ak."

It was obvious that Lo'ak was avoiding you. No matter how many places you looked, or how many people you asked, you had no luck in locating him.

Your village, albeit beautiful, was quite small. It should not be this hard to find someone. Especially not a member of the Sully family; since they, due to their lack of knowledge about the area, preferred to stay in the most populated parts of the village.

A few minutes later, you had finished retelling everything to Neteyam. For the entirety of your rambling, he had stayed quiet - letting you vent your frustration.

"Just relax," He finally spoke up. "You'll find him eventually, and then you can both confess properly and this whole thing can be forgotten about."

His words of encouragement, however, did nothing to ease your nerves. If anything, it increased your stress levels. Unlike Neteyam, you weren't so confident about this having a positive outcome.

"That will never happen!" You sulked. "Obviously he doesn't feel the same way, and tries to spare my feelings by avoiding me instead of outright rejecting me."

"No way." He shook his head.

He knew his brother better than most; perhaps even better than all. Despite Lo'ak's attempts of keeping his feelings for a secret, Neteyam could tell. It didn't matter that Lo'ak never outright admitted the crush. It was obvious.

"Look, I have no clue why my brother is avoiding you. That part is weird," he admitted, "but trust me on this - he likes you too."

Taking a moment to think, he started absentmindedly fiddling with the beads on his necklace. Not many seconds later though, he perked up.

"He has to come home at some point to sleep, or dad will seriously beat him. If he tries to disappear again tomorrow, Kiri and I will stop him. We'll help you."

Although you weren't all so sure about his plan, you gave him a hesitant nod. "Alright, thanks."

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Early the next morning, the Sully siblings decided to launch their plan into action.

Immediately after breakfast, Lo'ak had stood up and tried to excuse himself. Neteyam, however, had been quick to interrupt his exit. "Actually, I need some help with this spear I'm making. Could you give me a hand first?"

With furrowed eyebrows, Lo'ak felt forced to agree to Neteyam's request. He didn't know why Neteyam would ask for his assistance on making a spear - as everybody knew Neteyam was the better at crafting things. But with his parents sitting right next to them, clearly expecting him to be a helpful brother, he couldn't deny.

"Uh, sure, I can try to help."

As the two brothers exited the marui together, Neteyam quickly signed for Kiri to also hurry along to get you.

Some minutes later, back in your own family's marui, your ears perked up as you heard rapid footsteps approaching.

"Y/N," Kiri shouted as she barged in.

Not even giving you the chance to reply, she grabbed your hand and started dragging you with her. "Come on, Lo'ak is finally free for you to speak with him."

You knew they meant well, both her and Neteyam, but you couldn't help but to feel like they overwhelmed you a bit. "Just slow down. Please."

With a roll of her eyes, she slowed down a little. "Do you want to talk things through with my brother or not?"

It really was more of a rhetorical question though, seeing how her hand was still tightly gripped around yours - forcing you to follow.

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The two of you had sat across from each other like this multiple times before. Not once though, had it ever felt awkward. On the contrary; you and Lo'ak simply clicked from day one. It didn't take many days for you to consider him one of your closest companions. Whenever the two of you hung out, you would normally talk each other's brains out.

Up until now.

When you and Kiri arrived outside her family's pod, she and Neteyam immediately ditched and left you alone with Lo'ak. However, neither of you had spoken a word since they left - instead opting for an awkward silence.

"So," Lo'ak eventually spoke up. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

He didn't mean for the words to come out as harshly as they did; but he was avoiding you for a reason. Talking to you, and even simply being near you, hurts too much.

As he watched you nervously chew on your bottom lip, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you.

"Um.. Well, it's about what Kiri and I talked about in your pod." You noticed how Lo'ak seemed to look anywhere but at you, which made your voice falter slightly. "I don't know how much of it you heard, but-"

Sharply, Lo'ak interrupted you. "I heard everything."

"Oh." Another awkward pause followed.

A small part of you was disappointed. Deep down you had hoped for him not to have heard anything, and for his disappearance and weird behavior to have a completely different explanation. That way, this could all be forgotten about, and you could go back to hiding your feelings.

Taking a deep breath, you wiped your sweaty palms on your loincloth. 'Focus on the positive', you told yourself. At least this way you didn't have to confess your feelings to his face.

"Well," you tried to speak up again, "what do you think of it?"

Lo'ak was confused and annoyed, all at once. Was this what you needed to talk to him about? Your feelings for his brother? As if it wasn't bad enough that the two of you had betrayed him like this, you now had to corner him and flaunt it to him too?

Taking deep breaths, he tried his best to calm himself. He wasn't really angry with you, not really. Deep down he knew that neither of you technically had betrayed him. Neither of you knew about Lo'ak's feelings.

To be honest, he was only upset with himself for thinking that he even stood a chance with you in the first place.

"I don't really care," he shrugged, trying his best to appear casual.

Your entire posture faltered at his words. He didn't care that you had feelings for him. As much as it broke your heart, it also made you angry.

The two of you were friends. Even if he didn't like you back, you deserved a better rejection than this.

"You don't care at all? I find that really hard to believe."

"Okay," he agreed bitterly. He had tried his best to seem non-bothered. If you wanted to push him like this, then fine. "I'll be honest."

A small pause followed as he desperately tried to contain his emotions; but failed. "It makes me mad. I honestly thought you were better than this."

Lo'ak felt relief spread through his body. It felt good to let out the pent up anger he had been carrying the last couple of days.

"Wow, I never pegged you as such an ass."

You were absolutely livid. Albeit you hadn't expected him to return your feelings, this reaction was far from what you had imagined even as worst case scenario. Was he truly so disgusted by the thought of you liking him that it angered him?

Involuntary tears formed in your eyes, and you tried to blink them away. You were already humiliated enough, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of making you cry too.

Lo'ak let out a sigh in frustration. Shit, he had made you cry. No matter how hurt he was, that was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

"Look," he softened his voice and shuffled slightly closer to you, "I'm sorry but I-, well it bothers me to think about you and Neteyam."

Your frown deepened, "Me and Neteyam? Lo'ak, what are you talking about? There's nothing going on between us."

Lo'ak blinked three times in a row, trying to process what you had just said.

He genuinely didn't understand what was going on. Could he have heard something wrong the previous night? But no, he was sure that you admitted to having feelings for-

Realization hit him like a punch to his gut. Kiri asked if you had feelings for her brother, but she never mentioned Neteyam by name. But if it wasn't Neteyam you had feelings for, that only left one other option...

"Wait, you have feelings for me?" He felt ecstatic at the mere thought of you returning his feelings.

"Why are you acting like this is brand new information to you when you just said you heard me and Kiri talking?" You scoffed and took a step back; as if you were planning to leave.

Lo'ak mentally cursed himself. How could he have been this dense?

"I did hear you talk, but I thought you were talking about Neteyam. Shit, I'm such a skxawng."

You merely shrugged at his words. "Well yeah, you can be one sometimes."

You probably should have stayed more mad, but you couldn't stop the intense feeling of relief that simmered through your body. His harsh words suddenly made sense. Lo'ak didn't hate you, he simply misunderstood the situation at hand.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N."

With no hesitation, you engulfed him in a hug. His loose braids tickled your neck as his familiar scent filled your nose. In that moment you felt so content that you almost forgot to wonder about why Lo'ak was so bothered about the thought of you and his brother together.

Almost.

Pulling back slightly, you looked into his eyes. "I forgive you, but only if you give me an honest answer on something."

Ignoring the nervous flutter in his stomach, he agreed with a nod.

"Why did it bother you so much when you thought I liked Neteyam?"

As you awaited his reply, it suddenly hit you just how close the two of you were. Your faces were merely inches apart; so close that you felt his breath softly hit your face.

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Hi! I’d like to request something if that’s okay! Could you write something with Lo’ak x fem!reader in which he has a nightmare and he dreams that the reader wants to break up with him because they think he’s a disappointment and a shame as his father has said. And then he wakes up crying and as he turns around he sees that reader’s not there because they got up to get water or something so he thinks that it was not a dream. Then finally she comes back and sees him crying and she reassured him that she’ll never leave him. I know it’s a bit cliche and I probably messed up my english but I love this trope sm! have a great day :)

Hi! Thanks a lot for the request! Sorry that it took a while for me to finish it, been kinda going through a small writers block at the moment :/

The requests was so much fun to write though, and super cute! Hope I did it justice :)

Like always, you can find the imagine on my page or by clicking here! :)

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FOREVER

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Pairing: Lo’ak x fem!reader

Request: Hi! I’d like to request something if that’s okay! Could you write something with Lo’ak x fem!reader in which he has a nightmare and he dreams that the reader wants to break up with him because they think he’s a disappointment and a shame as his father has said. And then he wakes up crying and as he turns around he sees that reader’s not there because they got up to get water or something so he thinks that it was not a dream. Then finally she comes back and sees him crying and she reassured him that she’ll never leave him. I know it’s a bit cliche and I probably messed up my english but I love this trope sm! have a great day :)

Word count: 1248

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Lo'ak stared down at the bracelet in his hands, confusion written clearly all over his face. It was the bracelet he had made for you back when he first confessed his feelings for you.

Making it had taken him forever; mainly because he had hand plucked every single bead, and it took ages to gather the perfect amount. In the end though, it had all paid off - as you loved it.

"I will never take it off", you had promised as he secured it around your wrist.

So why did Lo'ak find it hidden away on the ground?

Knowing that you never purposely would take it off, he figured you must have accidentally lost it. So secured his grip around it and decided to find you to give it back to you. After making his way out of his family's sleeping pod, he started looking around for you. However, that seemed to be harder than he first anticipated.

You weren't at any of the usual places, and he grew more and more confused by the second. Eventually though, he checked out the beach and saw you. You were sat down in the sand, your legs crossed and your torso learning back onto-

His brows furrowed as he squinted his eyes.

That couldn't be right - you were leaning onto Ao'nung. Why would you be cuddling with Ao'nung? You hated him, or at least you hated how he constantly picked on you and the rest of the Sully children. However, it certainly didn't look like Ao'nung was picking on you now.

As Lo'ak made his way towards you, he saw how Ao'nung moved his mouth to your ear - and whispered something that made you let out a giggle.

What was happening?

"Y/N?"

The sound of his voice made you lift your head in shock. "Oh, Lo'ak, hi." At the following silence, Ao'nung grinned and threw his arm around you. "Well this is awkward."

He was confused. And angry. But mostly confused. The Y/N he knew would never in a million years betray him by cuddling up to another guy. Yet, there was no denying it; it was happening right in front of his eyes.

Lo'ak could practically hear his heart breaking as you spoke your next words. "I'm sorry Lo'ak, I never meant for you to see this."

His eyes focused solely on you. He has always struggled with containing his anger, and he didn't know if he could control himself if he as much as looked at Ao'nung and his stupid smug grin.

"What are you talking about?" Tears started forming in his eyes. "Y/N, what's going on?"

As you tore yourself from Ao'nung's side, you gestured for Lo'ak to follow you. "We need to talk."

"I- I've tried talking to you, several times, but I didn't want to hurt you. But Ao'nung helped me realize that I'm not happy with you anymore Lo'ak. I'm sorry."

A pit formed in Lo'ak's stomach. "What?"

"I'm sorry. I just think I would be better off with Ao'nung. He's great. He's the future Olo'eyktan, and you're just.... nothing."

He repeated your words back to you, in shock by what you were saying. "I'm... nothing? How can you even say that, Y/N?"

You shrugged slightly, "I'm just being honest - I don't want to hurt you, but you have to see where I'm coming from. Even your dad said it, you're kind of a disappointment."

"Face it, Lo'ak," you continued, "you're not good enough for me."

As you turned away from him and started walking back over to Ao'nung, your last words started replaying in his head.

'You're not good enough for me.'

He knew that your words were true. He wasn't good enough for you. It wasn't a secret, he had just hoped for you to never realize it, but now you had.

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With a gasp, Lo'ak opened his eyes.

As he realized that it had all been a nightmare, he sent an internal thanks to the Great mother.

He moved his arm over, reaching for your sleeping frame. However, to his dismay, he found your usual spot empty.

In an instant, his doubts reappeared. Had it not been a nightmare? Had you actually left him?

He tried to calm himself. Taking deep breaths as he looked around the pod, his eyes searching for you. No luck. You had to be somewhere.

Deciding to look outside, he felt his foot touch something on the ground.

As he picked the item up, he panicked. No matter how many deep breaths he took, he couldn't stop tears from forming in his eyes.

It was the bracelet.

A sense of déjà vu hit him, alongside a wave of panic. Once again, he forced himself to calm down, and to walk outside the pod. He was sure there was a reasonable explanation to why you were missing.

It had to be.

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The gentle breeze and the smell of ocean hit him immediately as he exited the sleeping pod. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the outside, but when they did, he finally spotted you.

You were sitting not far from the pod with your feet dangling into the water. As he approached you, he saw how your ears perked up as you heard him come.

"Hey," you smiled up to him as he sat down next to you.

"Hey."

Immediately as he spoke, you noticed that something in his voice was off - meaning that something was bothering him.

Your hand automatically linked itself with his, and you started playing with his fingers. "What's wrong?"

At first confusion laced through you as you saw him lift his hand up, but then you noticed the item delicately placed in the palm of his hand. The bracelet that he had given you when he first started courting you.

"Oh no, it must have fallen off! You know I would never take it off on purpose."

You held up your own arm, and gestured for Lo'ak to put the bracelet back onto your wrist. But even when the bracelet was safely restored, you sensed how something was bothering him still.

"Ma'Lo'ak, something is wrong still, I can feel it. What is wrong?"

Lo'ak let out a involuntary sniffle. It was kind of embarrassing really... He was a grown man, he shouldn't be this emotional. But he couldn't help it, you made him soft.

"Just a bad dream, and then it spooked me a little that you weren't next to me." As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his embrace.

You happily leaned back into his chest, letting out a content sigh. "I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to wake you by tossing and turning all night."

"Doesn't matter," he mumbled into your hair, "I'm just glad to have found you."

Curiosity got the best of you, wondering what Lo'ak possibly could have dreamt to have him this shook up. "What did you dream of anyways?"

"I dreamt that I lost you."

The sadness in his voice made your heart break.

"Well, that will never ever happen. I'm yours for as long as it takes you to get sick of me."

He leaned his head forward to leave a soft kiss at your temple. You felt the warmth of his breath hit your face as he spoke again. "I'll never get sick of you, Y/N."

"Then I'm yours forever," you promised with a loving smile.

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hellooo!! hear me out!

how about you’re really interested in lo’ak and neteyam is like kind of a wingman to you, but lo’ak thinks you’re super into his older brother and gets all jealous

Hey! Thanks a lot for this request, I had a lot of fun writing it <3

I love the miscommunication trope haha, I eat it up every time I read it in fanfics myself! I’ve had a writers block for months, so this is the first piece I’ve written in aaages - so it’s definitely not perfect - but hopefully you’ll like it <3

You can find the imagine on my page or by clicking here! :)

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

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Pairing: Lo’ak x (metkayina) f!reader

Request: hellooo!! hear me out! how about you're really interested in lo'ak and neteyam is like kind of a wingman to you, but lo'ak thinks you're super into his older brother and gets all jealous

Word count: 1408

Part 2

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"Then you take this piece and twist it around the-"

Tsireya's explanation was abruptly interrupted by  the sound of your laugh. From where he and Tsireya were sitting, Lo'ak had a clear view of you and his brother as you played in the water.

Whilst Tsireya had been tasked by your father to teach him how to weave straw baskets, you were supposed to help Neteyam improve his swimming. But clearly the two of you found it more important to splash each other with water like two children.

It bothered him that his brother acted so different around you. To his knowledge Neteyam never cared much for any of the girls back in their clan. Instead he would much rather  prefer to spend his time training or being with his family. But ever since his family was granted uturu by your father, Lo'ak had to watch Neteyam spend almost all his spare time with you.

Noticing that his mind was elsewhere, Tsireya urged him to focus on the task in front of him, but his fingers refused to cooperate as a pit grew in his stomach.

It wasn't fair. For the entirety of his life, Lo'ak had been second to his brother on everything. Everyone would always fawn over his brother -  and why wouldn't they? He was the future Olo'eyktan. Responsible. Strong. Meanwhile Lo'ak was nothing but a disappointment and a troublemaker. When even his own parents preferred his brother over him - why would you be any different?

As he kept picturing you with his brother, Lo'ak failed to notice how his fists clenched tightly around his basket.

The worst part of it all was that, for a moment, he actually thought you liked him the same way he liked you. When his family first joined your clan, the two of you immediately clicked and started spending a lot of time together. You were kind and patient as you helped him and his siblings adapt to your lifestyle. And most importantly, you seemed to enjoy spending time with him, until his brother just had to steal you away-

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his half-finished basket giving into the pressure of his fists by breaking.

Seeing the shocked look on Tsireya's face, he muttered a small "Sorry" and dropped the pieces to the ground. As he once again heard your laugh, he decided that anywhere else in the village would be better to be than here, and so he stormed off - taking one last look at you as he left.

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As if you could notice his intense stare, you turned your head upwards and locked eyes with him just as he stood up. You rarely saw Lo'ak without a smile or a small smirk, and so you were almost baffled to see him look almost angry as he watched you. Was he upset with you? Had something happened?

Ignoring the feeling that something was off, you lifted your arm and gave him a hesitant wave. However, disappointment filled your chest as he simply turned his back on you and walked off.

As he noticed that your attention had shifted, Neteyam followed your gaze that led him to where his little brother was walking. "Sooo," he dragged the word out teasingly, "when are you going to tell my skxawng brother that you like him?"

"What? I- I don't, I mean - How did you?"

Your first instinct was to try and deny his accusations, but the more rational part of you knew that your blushing face and stuttering voice allowed him to see right trough you.

With a short sigh in defeat, you jabbed your finger into his chest. "If you tell anyone about this, I will beat you up." As you sensed that he didn't seem to take you seriously, you continued. "I mean it, Neteyam, I will make you regret it. I swear this with our great mother as witness."

Neteyam remained completely unfazed by your threats, but allowed you a moment to rant before speaking again.

"I mean it, Y/N. You should tell him."

Seeing your hesitation made him grow slightly frustrated. He considered you his best friend and Lo'ak was his little brother. Nothing would make him happier than seeing the two of you happy, and he knew that you would make each other happy.

"He likes you too, you know?"

Although his words made your heartbeat speed up, you still weren't entirely convinced.

"How do you know? Has he said that?"

"Well," Neteyam lifted his arm and awkwardly scratched his own neck, "not exactly no, but I am his brother, I know him. He likes you, trust me."

To his defense, Lo'ak had never denied having feelings for you either. Neteyam found it kind of odd - he had tried to ask his brother about you several times, but it was as if Lo'ak refused to speak to him about you. Every time Neteyam brought you up, Lo'ak would huff or mutter something under his breath before walking away.

Before you could open your mouth to continue the conversation, you saw Tuk appear on the beach and heard her call out for her brother.

Neteyam lifted two fingers to give you a mock salute and gave you a pointed look - before leaving you alone to ponder on his words.

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It took only a couple of hours from your talk with Neteyam until another of the Sully children decided to meddle in your love life.

You were sat cross-legged on the ground in the marui pod belonging to the Sully family. Kiri was standing behind you, her fingers making braids in your hair.

"Thanks for offering to do this, Kiri. You were right - this is nice".

On your way back from your swim lesson with Neteyam, you had ran into Kiri. She had then asked if you wanted her to braid your hair; claiming that she wanted to spend some time with you so that 'you could bond and get to know each other even better'. You had accepted, not knowing that what she really wanted - was to get you alone so that she could try and convince you to confess to Lo'ak.

"Oh, no worries! We have to make sure you look good for my brother, right?"

At that your eyes widened. You tried to turn your head to look at her, but her firm grip on your scalp made it difficult. While you felt the blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment, Kiri continued working on the braids as if she hadn't said anything at all.

"He told you? Neteyam told you, didn't he?" You asked even though you knew the answer. "That little skxawng!"

Kiri ignored your little outburst, and asked again. "But it's true? You really like my brother?"

All you gave her was a defeated nod, but that settled it for her. She didn't need to talk to Lo'ak to know that he felt the same way - it was obvious. If you asked her, anyone with a pair of functioning eyes could tell that her brother was head over heels in love with you.

"Good," she eventually said and, despite not seeing her face, you could tell that she was smiling.

The two of you stayed silent for a few seconds after that as she finished the braid; humming a soft tune as she worked.

Just as you opened your mouth and got ready to swear her to secrecy, you were interrupted by the sound of her father's voice. It came from right outside the pod. And it was directed towards the worst person imaginable.

"Lo'ak, what are you doing standing around out here?"

No no no no. This could not be happening. Your eyes widened and your palms grew sweaty. You didn't know how long he had been standing outside the pod; but you could only pray to Eywa that he hadn't heard too much of your conversation.

Kiri's face was equally shocked, and it was obvious that she hadn't heard her brother either. She could tell that you were freaking out internally, and she felt sorry for you. Even though she, unlike you, was sure that the feelings were reciprocated - she understood that this was far from an ideal confession.

What neither of you knew however, was that Lo'ak completely misunderstood what he had just heard. In his ears you were confessing to having feelings for another. For his brother nonetheless.

And it broke him.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

I want to write for our beloved na’vi guys so bad, but my head is completely empty for ideas - so if anyone has any requests, feel free to send them my way! Whether it’s a blurb, one-shot, reaction or an imagine doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not smut <33

I write for: Jake, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Ao’nung, Tonowari and Spider.

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RUNAWAYS

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Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary: With no interest in the crown, Aegon decides to run away; taking only his favorite commoner with him.

Word count: 1377

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Aegon never used to care for or take much notice to any of the commoners in King's Landing. Why would he? As prince he was far above them all.

However, that all changed when he met you.

Him and Aemond had been playfully fighting in the streets, and as his brother pushed him, he knocked directly into you. At first he had chased after you simply because he found you attractive, but after a while it had blossomed into something more.

He was in love with you, and wanted to spend as much time as possible in your presence. Even if it meant having to sneak out, and by that avoiding his royal duties and his own wife.

Whenever Aegon's family or the staff found him missing from the castle, they assumed he had gone to Flea Bottom to indulge in certain females' company.

At times they were correct. Aegon was far from perfect, and had plenty of faults - such as his addiction to milk of the poppy and his inability to be faithful.

But mostly, when he was missing from the Red Keep, it was because he was with you.

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The two of you laid next to each other in your bed, cuddling. His fingers lazily tracing figures on your skin. Apart from your occasional giggle when it tickled, the two of you laid mostly in silence.

"Have you ever wished to run away?"

Lifting your head up so that you faced him, you furrowed your brows slightly in confusion. The question came seemingly out of nowhere, but you decided to indulge him and answer truthfully.

"Sometimes, but I know that it would be pretty much impossible."

"I think about it a lot," he confessed with a sigh. He knew there were several people in the kingdom who wished to see him sit on the iron throne, yet he had no interest of a life as king. Nor did he wish for a life as a prince.

If he had it his way, he would live a rather simple life. It would consist of many adventures, several parties and lots of alcohol. And he would have you by his side as his precious lady wife.

It didn't really matter how he pictured his life, whether it was as king or as runaway - he would always picture you by his side.

It would however be impossible for the two of you to be wed. Not only was he already married to his younger sister Helaena, but the two of you were an impossible match. He was the king's firstborn son - a prince - and you were a simple commoner.

Of course that wasn't how he saw it. Not anymore at least. In his eyes, it was you who were above him. You were beautiful and kind, whilst he was nothing more than an addict and a disappointment to everyone. It was a miracle that you allowed him to be near you at all.

"If I were to run," he eventually asked and looked at you closely, "would you come with me?"

You felt how his entire body tensed as he finished the question, and how he chewed on his bottom lip as he waited for you to answer him.

Before you met Aegon, you had assumed that all princes would be strong and confident. And while Aegon certainly acted as if he was sure of himself, you eventually realized that he, deep down, was extremely insecure.

It was no secret that is was largely due to his parents and his upbringing. His mother, who had her own struggles that made her less attentive than she should be, and his father who wasn't attentive of him or younger siblings at all. You understood his feelings far too well, and so you always tried your best to reassure him. Reassure him of his worth and of your love for him. He really had no reason to be nervous of your answer.

"Of course I would, Aegon."

Relief flooded through him at your answer. Wrapping his arms around your frame, he kissed the top of your head before inhaling your scent. "I'm glad, because I don't think I could leave without you. The only thing that would be worse than being trapped here is to be away from you."

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Several weeks passed since the conversation you shared, and you had forgotten all about it. But Aegon definitely hadn't forgotten.

Unknown to you and everyone else, he started plotting. He planned everything down to the last detail. How he would pack his essentials, sneak away from the Red Keep at dusk and get on the first ship to leave King's Landing. He would disappear without a trace, taking only you with him.

The two of you could start a new life together. In some far away place where his last name and his title held no meaning. And maybe he would have a shot at happiness all the time, no longer having to settle for small stolen moments of it.

His plan was nearly finished, and all that remained was to gather up the courage to actually execute it.

Little did he however know how fast plans could change.

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It was by pure coincidence that he overheard the guard and his brother without being spotted, and he had never been more thankful. If he had been only a minute later, he would not have managed to leave the castle at all.

Not bothering to grab any belongings, Aegon pulled his cloak above his head and made his way towards your house as quickly as his legs could carry him.

He reached your house after what felt like an eternity. Careful to not be seen by your parents or anyone else, he made his way to your garden - where he knew you were most likely to be. 

You were busy tending to the vegetables that you had planted, but immediately noticed as Aegon entered through the rusty gate. At his shriveled state and panicked face, your eyes widened. It was obvious that something serious had happened for him to show up at your doorstep like this.

Rushing over and taking his hand in yours, you noticed how it was sweaty and slightly trembling. "My prince, what has happened? Are you alright?"

Aegon was still out of breath from all the running, as he was no athlete like his brother, but he tried his best to make his words understandable. "Did you mean it when you said you would run away with me?"

You pursed your lips as you waited for him to give a further explanation. "I don't quite follow?" You were confused, did he show up with the sole purpose of bringing up a past conversation?

However, Aegon seemed to have little time for your confusion as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I mean it, Y/N! Did you mean it?"

"Yes!" You exclaimed, almost worried by how stressed he was acting. "Yes, I meant it! But what is happening, Aegon? Are you actually running away right now?"

"My father is dead. I overheard my brother and a guard talk about how they are looking for me."

His eyes widened slightly as he continued, "Y/N, they want to make me king. I do not know why or how, but I will not allow it to happen. I do not wish for the crown, all I want is you."

Despite the urgency of the situation, his words made your heart flutter. You wanted nothing more than to kiss, and then comfort him, as you knew he also deep down grieved his father, but you now understood that you needed to act. With a nod, you removed your hand from his and started to make your way into your house.

"Okay, we will need to leave now then. Give me a short moment to pack, and then I'll be ready."

True to your word, you reappeared shortly after. Gripping your sack of things in one hand, you took Aegon's hand with your other; holding on tight. "Alright, let us go then."

And so the two of you hurried towards the docks, hand in hand. Both of you giving up everything, but knowing that you were making the right choice.

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OUR FUTURE

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Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary: After a drunk Aegon misses the birth of his firstborn son, he is forced to have a serious conversation with his wife about the future of their marriage.

Word count: 1234

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As a drunk Aegon sneakily made his way into the hallway leading to his chambers, he thought himself to be alone. However, as he opened the door to his chamber, he suddenly faced his mother.

Immediately noticing the disappointment in her face, he quickly realized that he was in trouble. It was obvious that she had been waiting for him, and it was obvious that he had done something to displease her.

With a nervous gulp, he slowly started making his way towards his bed. His head was pounding, and he wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep off the alcohol. "Mother," he greeted, sitting down of the edge of his bed to remove his shoes.

Alicent could smell her son from the other end of the room, and knew all too well of the state he was in. Knowing that he was far too distracted by his own headache and tiredness, she decided to get to the point.

"Y/N went into labor while you were," Alicent paused slightly and raised her brows slightly in disgust, "occupied, and your son was born about an hour ago. Luckily it was a fairly easy birth, and they are both doing well."

Leaning back into his bed, Aegon let out a small groan and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"She's resting in her chambers. I will let her know that you will join her after cleaning yourself up." With those as her final words, his mother dismissed herself and left him alone with his own thoughts.

As your husband and as the father, it was not expected of him to be in the room as you gave birth. But you had made it clear from the start that you expected him to be somewhat present. It was your first child, and Aegon knew that you were frightened by the thought of childbirth. Especially as he knew of how your own mother had passed whilst giving birth to you.

Even in his current drunken haze, Aegon remembered how he, albeit reluctantly, had given you his word - promising to be there when the labor would start.

And as he dragged himself out of bed and slowly made his way towards your chambers, he knew that he truly had messed it up this time.

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You felt your entire body tense up as Aegon entered your chambers. Although he had washed himself and smelled somewhat better, there was no hiding that he had been out drinking.

Your handmaid looked towards you, silently asking you what you wanted her to do next. Giving her a small nod to signal that it was okay, you turned to greet your husband.

"My prince," you whispered and gestured for him to sit down on a chair next to your bed. "Do you wish for them to fetch our son for you to greet him?"

One of the maids had taken him to his nursery shortly after his birth, as the maesters had instructed you to rest. You felt obligated to ask, but you knew what Aegon's answer would be even before you saw him shake his head.

"No need. I simply wanted to check up on you." An awkward tension spread in the air. "I'm glad you're doing well."

Shuffling slightly to reposition yourself, you felt a stabbing pain in your stomach. The physical pain was, however, nothing compared to the emotional pain you were feeling at the moment.

It was no surprise to you that Aegon had failed to be there for you. Although you had only been wed for less than a year, you had already gotten familiar with the feeling of disappointment that came from him letting you down.

But as you laid there, screaming out in pain and asking for your husband, an alternative life flashed before your eyes. One where you had wed another man, someone loving who gave you all the love you knew you deserved. Although you knew it was impossible, the thought filled you with a sudden sadness.

As you realized that you were lost in thoughts, and that your husband was waiting for you to speak, you calmed yourself with a deep breath. "I feel a bit tired and think I might rest a bit now, if you don't mind."

Aegon stood up and turned towards the door, but couldn't bring himself to leave. He hated the feeling of knowing that you were disappointed in him. The feeling of being a disappointment, first to his parents and now to you as well, had always made him sick.

And so he turned back towards you.

"Do you love me?"

As he whispered out the words, he squeezed his eyes shut - not wanting to witness your reaction to them. Aegon was confident that you would say no, and he couldn't blame you. After all, from the moment you were wed, he had been an awful husband to you.

Never physically abusive. Not once had he laid his hands on you, nor would he ever do so. But he was never present. Far too busy with alcohol and prostitutes, instead of being a loving or attentive husband to you.

But still, no matter how awful he had been, he was still the same Aegon that you have always loved.

As you contemplated your answer, your thoughts drifted to your childhood. You had grown up in King's Landing together with both Aegon and his siblings. While you were close with both Aemond and Helaena, and they were dear friends of yours, Aegon always had been your favorite.

As a child you loved following him around, and your crush blossomed as you grew older. The day your father told you that you were to be betrothed to the prince, you felt nothing but happiness.

You knew Aegon never shared your feelings, but you naively hoped for him to fall in love with you after your wedding. Your hope only grew stronger after he one night confided in you, letting you know that he wanted a different marriage for himself than the one his parents had. He wished for true love, just as you did.

"Of course I love you. I always have," you eventually whispered back to him. However, as Aegon let out a breath of relief, you continued.

"But I don't like you."

Your words felt like a knife to his stomach, but he knew that he deserved to hear them.

"And for this marriage to properly work, I need to like my husband."

Aegon tensed his jaw, but gave a short nod to let you know that he understood your words. For the first time in a long time, Aegon felt somewhat determined to get a grip on himself. He truly wanted to do better.

"I'll make you like me again then," he vowed. His eyes stared deeply into yours, and you could tell from the glassy eyes that he was still a little drunk.

"Nothing would make me happier than that, my prince," you truthfully said and smiled at him.

You weren't a fool. You knew Aegon had made countless of similar promises, both to you and to his own mother. Swearing that he would change - claiming that he would quit drinking.

But for your own sanity, you needed to believe that he truly could do better. If not for you or your babe, then at least for his own sake.