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‘Distractingly obvious’

Regulus Black x fem!Potter OC

SYNOPSIS: The three times Regulus Black stumbled upon Hailey Potter on the corridors, and the one he decided to stop pretending it was an accident.

OR Hailey is surprised to find the mysterious Slytherin boy she keeps seeing might just be more than an inconceivable menace.

->based on a old fic I wrote once

->black cat boyfriend x golden retriever girlfriend aesthetic

->All characters belong to the HP universe except my OC

->please pardon me for the mismatched timeline and other minor inconveniences

->alternative world where Voldemort doesn’t exist, but everything else is still happening according to headcanons

->if you stumble upon phrases you’ve seen before in my other fics, no you didn’t xx

Enjoy xxx

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1975, September 1st

It was a warm day in Autumn. Hailey stood on the long corridor of the Hogwarts Express, watching as the horizon blurred into a blotch of green and blue in the background.

She was agitated. When he left, James had instructed her to wait until he returned to get her, but that was more than ten minutes ago, and the corridors have cleared up almost entirely since. If she didn’t start walking, not only their booth but everywhere else would fill up too.

Normally she wouldn’t ‘resort’ to the Marauders’s mercy, but her best friend, Sonja, fell ill with dragon pox at the beginning of the summer and she hasn’t made it back since.

This turnout of events led to her current state of being entirely alone. She deserves it, for trusting a ridiculously smitten boy after all. Merlin knows, James might as well be preoccupied with Lily. If that was the case, he would’ve forgotten about anything else, and she wasn’t about to spend the whole journey to Hogwarts staying left out.

It was a late, starry night in July when James, apparently having ran out of options, decided to confide in her about his relentless crush on their year’s redheaded star pupil, Lily Evans.

Hailey had heard so much about Lily that it felt like she actually knew her at this point, even though they barely ever spoke. She was neither blind, nor senseless, so she’d figured his quest to charm her was hopeless, if not stupid pretty early on.

But James wasn’t the type to give up, and so they didn’t even try to persuade him to anymore. Hailey wasn’t entirely sure he’d come out alive in the end, but she gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Having her mind made up, she turned to the side, making her way towards the vague direction of the Marauder’s booth. Most girls would only dream of enjoying the famous trouble maker quartet’s company so free of charge, but to her it was like second nature.

The Marauders had spent so much time at their house over the years that she considered them all like brothers. Her favorite though, and James didn’t have to know that, had always been the raven haired Black boy, who’d brought her sweets whenever he came, and always had a story up his sleeve when she needed cheering up.

When she first came to Hogwarts last year, a lot of the older girls teased her about hanging out with the troublemakers so much. Gossip had it that she ‘had an insane crush on the older Black’, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

‘He’s five years older than me, for Merlin’s sake, get a grip’, she’d tell anyone, who actually came up to her to ask.

Still quite deep in thought, she hastened her steps, pulling her cart in tow. She was nearing the end of the train when all of a sudden, someone crashed into her from the other direction.

The force of the collision had made her lose her balance, and she fell backwards, over her trolley. Her head came into hard contact with the floor.

Dammit. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to clear her vision. When she opened them again, a hand, that likely belonged to the attacker, appeared in her peripheral.

Staggering, she hastily accepted intent on telling them off, but she only got as far as opening her mouth. When they came face to face, the words had suddenly died down in her throat.

The guy standing in front of her was like the underworld version of Sirius Black: a pair of incredibly familiar grayish blue eyes, heavy like a thunderstorm in the summer, with short raven locks and striking, statue-like facial features. Except that the air he carried around him was somehow.. darker.

Hailey was at a loss of words. She knew that Sirius had a brother, but they’d never met in person before. The older Black had spent so much time complaining about their differences that she’d written him off as someone.. less visibly striking.

Meanwhile, the mysterious stranger stared back at her with wide, alert eyes as a hint of a derisive smirk appeared at the corner of his lips. That was finally enough to snap her out of her trance.

“You should watch where you’re going”, she remarked, mindful of the sharp edge to her voice.

“Pardon me my lady”, the boy bowed his head theatrically, and she gruesomely recognized the resemblance once again “it wouldn’t hurt to mind where you’re going either, you know.”

Hailey grumbled internally. Of course. Even his demeanor resembled Sirius, though it was more pessimistic than she’d ever heard him.

She tried to conjure the details she’d heard of the younger Black before. He was around two years older, now in his fourth year, and, as Sirius liked to say ‘sour as a rotten lemon all the time.’

Funny, she thought. Now, as she stood in front of him, she’d found ‘ancient greek statue’ more fitting.

“I won’t”, she muttered, and grabbed her trolley with the intention of maneuvering around and finally leaving this conversation.

She made a mental note to strangle Sirius later for forgetting to mention that his younger brother was a menace.

The said boy, though, seemingly had other plans in mind. Hailey gave up after a few seconds, glaring at him in pointed annoyance. “You’re in my way.”

“If you tell me your name, I’ll let you go”, he flashed her a slow, lopsided smile.

There goes the famous Black charm, Hailey thought. She’d seen the other Black do the gesture several times: loud, and over-confident, not even questioning that it would send butterflies flashing in most girls’ stomachs.

But this.. this was different. His gaze fell on her without wavering, stare silent, colder, and calculated, as if he was weighing her reaction by the second. Like a spider that was slowly, obviously observing the dying pray, second away from swallowing them whole. She grew more agitated by the second.

“No.”

The raven haired stranger arched a brow, lazily steadying himself against the wall. While Hailey tried her best to look anywhere but at him, she noticed the green tie that lay loosely around his neck, and her heart skipped a beat. “Would you enlighten me as to why?”

Oh right. And he’s in Slytherin too. “I don’t know yours either”, she shrugged.

She would’ve loved to snap, ‘cause you’re a snake’ , but she knew it was only her wounded pride speaking, and she refused to subdue to his level.

“Regulus Black” The words hung in the air for a few seconds. He kept looking at her, eyes entirely devoid of emotions and she felt herself shiver under the weight of his gaze.

He was probably trying to get a reaction out of her, she recognized, but she refused to give him the satisfaction. “Hailey Potter”, despite her intentions, her voice came out a bit short of composed. The younger Black noticed it too.

They stood still for a while, keeping up the staring contest until Hailey broke the silence. “You can let me go now.”

Surprisingly abiding by his promise, the boy stepped aside without a word this time, and she didn’t think twice before making a beeline towards the first available booth.

His voice echoed like an eerie melody behind her as he spoke, “See you around, Potter.”

She didn’t look back to see he was smiling.

——-

“So you’ve met Regulus, huh?”, James hummed half an hour later, “I’m surprised Pads haven’t actually made an introduction yet.”

Hailey was in their compartment now, safely tucked away from curious glances and lingering Slytherins. She’d been right to assume James was otherwise preoccupied earlier but to her luck, Sirius and the others remembered she was still away, and found her a few moments after she’d ran into the younger Black boy.

Thank the Heavens.

“It’s cause Reg’s a menace. He doesn’t like any Gryffindors, especially not the ones acquainted with me”, Sirius, who was perched comfortably in the corner, remarked lousily.

He acted like it didn’t bother him whenever his brother’s name emerged in a conversation, but everyone knew that out of all his family, Regulus’s hatred was the only thing that somewhat managed to shatter Sirius’s heart.

‘Perhaps more than he’d ever admit’, as James said once.

“He doesn’t seem all that bad considering he’s your brother, Padfoot”, she remarked, though the fervor from earlier had mostly dissolved from her voice.

Sirius, who’d been playing with her hair until then dutifully feigned a stab through the heart. “I can’t believe you’d dare compare the two of us, sweets.”.

Remus chuckled on the other side. “You know, I agree with her, Sirius. He seemed nice enough whenever I talked to him.”

“Yeah that’s cause you’re a prefect”, the raven haired boy rolled his eyes, “Reg’s allergic to questioning authority.”

“Or, I’m just not as much of a knucklehead as you are”, his friend retorted with a pointed look, “You’re perfectly aware Slytherins can be coaxed too, if you act normal enough around them.”

“If by coaxed you mean as hexable as Snivellus then sure”, James quipped, half munching on a cracker.

“If you’re so intent on winning Miss Know-it-All’s heart then you should leave him alone for a while”, said Hailey.

It was a widely known secret that Lily and Severus had long given up their friendship, but the red-headed girl still sneered whenever the Marauders picked on the greasy haired Slytherin.

Hailey didn’t like him anymore than the others from the Green house, but his well being was non-negotiable in earning Lily’s favor. “C’mon, he’s unbearable Hails”, James groaned, “it’s like, you look at his face and it screams ‘hit me.’ “

“I can’t decide if you’re a prick, or you’re just stupid”, his sister hummed ironically.

“Remember, when you describe him you’re describing yourself too”, Peter chimed into the conversation seemingly for what was the first time in hours.

A chorus of cheers erupted from Sirius and Remus, while James just crunched his nose. “That was a low blow, Wormtail. Even from you.”

Hailey chuckled to herself, and as her thoughts drifted back to the eerie confrontation with the Slytherin boy from earlier, the conversation slowly melted away into the background.

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1976, September 7th

Hailey was on her way back to her dorm, her steps almost inaudible on the empty corridors of the castle. She’d sneaked out to send a letter to her parents earlier, and realized a tad too late that she’d forgotten about the time.

Her best chance now was to get back while avoiding any attention, especially the patrolling prefects. Though she’d known one of the girls who was elected this year, no one from Gryffindor was on duty tonight.

Just her kind of luck. She tried to calm her nerves by reminding herself that an acquintance wouldn’t have necessarily guaranteed avoiding the loss of house points anyways.

She took a sharp left turn at the next corner, swiftly disappearing behind the portrait of a moody Victorian lady. James had showed her the secret pathway last year, and she’d taken it several times since.

As the darkness enveloped her figure, she let out a small sigh of relief. No one ever really came down this way, so all she had to do now was get back to the Gryffindor tower, and..

A tall figure suddenly crashed into her out of nowhere. The collision sent her staggering back, her body hitting the wall with a soft thud.

Who the hell.. ?!

She whipped out her wand, still a bit fogged from fright, as she muttered the spell, and lifted the small flame in front of her. “Stay where you are!”

A muffled, but distinctively male voice responded from a few feet away. The next moment, a shadow fell over her figure as the stranger stepped closer. He was wearing a navy jumper over a shirt and pajama pants, and as the light fell onto his face, his eyes looked pale and hollow like a statue.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises Potter?”

Hailey held her breath as she locked eyes with Regulus Black. She hadn’t really seen him since they ran into each other on the train last year, and though the darkness didn’t exactly help, she immediately noticed he’s gotten even taller since.

Suddenly grateful for something that guided her against his overbearing presence, she did her best to seem calm and collected as she spoke. “You can stop hovering over me, Black”, she made sure to keep her voice low, “and hello to you too, by the way.”

“I’m not hovering”, Regulus muttered, blinking rapidly as he raised his hands over his eyes, “By Salazar, would you at least put that light away? It’s damn blinding..”

She rolled her eyes, but eventually lowered the tiny a flame a bit. “Get a grip, Black. You keep knocking me over like it’s a healthy habit.”

Regulus tilted his head to the side slightly, letting his hands fall to his sides. A ghost of a smile had crossed his lips, but his body was annoyingly stiff compared to the melodic lilt of his words that followed. “So you remember the last time?”

“Yeah, I remember hitting my head on the bloody ground”, she sneered.

“Huh”, he lowered his voice as if he was saying something conspiratorial, “That’s funny. I thought you brave Gryffindors only ever do what you want”.

The backhanded joke landed like a dagger, and she hated how skillfully polite he managed to sound while delivering it. “Yeah well, right now I want to smack you in the face. Wouldn’t you be happy if I did that, too?”

Regulus huffed, gently leaning against the wall in front of her. He found his footing all too quickly for her liking. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Potter.”

Hailey puffed her chest, stepping up towards him, as she repeated his words from the train. “Would you enlighten me as to why?”

Regulus leaned forward. Still several inches away, his gaze locked on her like that only could keep her glued onto the ground. A sly smirk appeared at the corner of his lips. “Well, for one, you were just caught violating curfew.”

She held his gaze, feeling adrenaline lighten up her veins. “Oh yeah? And what will you do, deduct house points?”

The Slytherin smirked, seemingly in thought for a bit. “How could I? You know only prefects can do that..”.

He waited patiently until a triumphant grin broke across her features before he continued, “it’s a shame I’m being late from my shift, held up by a sneaky Gryffindor. If we count that, and breaking curfew.. i don’t know. Fifty points, give or take?”

The blood drained out from Hailey’s face about as quickly as she’d tumbled over a few minutes beforehand. “You..”

Regulus seamlessly lifted his jumper to show the bright emblem etched onto his perfectly white shirt. The light that burned in his eyes was almost striking, as he spoke. “Yeah Potter. I’m a prefect.”

Hailey felt her face burn hot with shame. How could she have been so stupid? All this time, he was busy luring her into a trap and she didn’t even notice..

“You absolute prat!”, she gritted her teeth, but that did nothing to help her predicament.

Regulus clicked his lips jovially. “Careful there, Potter, you want me to take points for swearing too?”

“What do you mean swearing, you had just..”

But she changed her mind before finishing the sentence. The realization came like a cold bucket of water. This was his plan all along.

Rile her up until she lost her temper, then use it to his advantage. Sly like a Slytherin. And she was giving him exactly what he wanted.

Merlin’s Godforsaken beard, she hated being wrong. But not enough to act like her brother when he bullied Severus Snape.

She hung her head, as she tried to even her breathing. If any of the Marauders could see her now they’d be laughing their arses off. “Fine. If you’re actually gonna do it then go ahead. I’d like to get back to my dorm now.”

She expected him to chuckle, maybe laugh even. But there was silence. Hailey didn’t immediately look up, but her patience ran out after a few seconds and she became curious. When she lifted her head, she found Regulus gazing at her intently.

She didn’t know why her heart skipped a beat. “What?”

He didn’t immediately answer. “Aren’t you planning to yell at me?”

Hailey arched a brow. What the hell has gotten into him? “Yeah, and wake all the paintings? C’mon Black, i’m not that stupid. “

Regulus kept staring her as if he was debating the very same thing. She gulped, trying to swallow her pride. She might’ve been polite before but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t actually smack him if he tested her patience.

“Interesting”, he said at last. There was something different about his voice, but she couldn’t have pointed out what it was for the life of her.

“Interesting? What’s interesting?”

Regulus left her without a response. Instead, he stepped aside, motioning towards the darkness. “Go.“

He said.. what?

Hailey gawked up at him like he’d grown a second pair of ears. All this show of revealing he was a prefect and now he’s just.. letting her go? “Are you seriously..”

“Now’s not the time to play deaf, Potter”, he muttered, his tone slightly tense “now go, before that daft sod Lockhart notices you’re here.”

Hailey stepped around him. She was staggering a bit, though the dizziness she had felt earlier was completely gone.

For a second, she wanted to say something. Thank him, perhaps?

But then, she remembered he was the one who knocked her over in the first place, and quickly changed her mind. She turned around without a word, and the next moment, she bolted into the darkness.

Regulus watched long after her figure had completely disappeared onto the narrow pathway.

—-

1976, October 10th

The sun was high in the sky as the two Slytherins walked towards the abandoned green house.

“So Reg, you gotten around chattin’ the Potter girl up yet?”

Regulus barely refrained from rolling his eyes. Ever since his friends’d heard about his little incident with the flimsy Gryffindor a month ago, they just wouldn’t shut up about it.

Glancing at the boy in by his side, he shook his head. “Stop being disgusting mate.”

Evan Rosier, his best friend and the single-handed reason behind the story becoming public knowledge in the first place, simply grinned at him. “But you’re not denying it.”

He huffed. “I might as well give up, since you’ve been talking the entire bloody house’s ear off.”

‘Come one, come all, gather! Regulus Black, Slytherin’s picture perfect prefect let James Potter’s little sister, a Gryffindor and a baby Marauder, get away with breaking curfew free of charge. Of his own volition. Wouldn’t Salazar impale at hearing that?! I don’t know about you, but I think someone finally melted the Ice Prince’s heart..’

The effects have been horrendous. No one from the other houses would’ve guessed, but Slytherins actually loved to gossip.

While during the day they spared no effort in maintaining the spotless, superior reputation expected from young aristocrats, by night the green common room turned into a busy hub of relentless gossip. Regulus often wondered how they haven’t decided to run their own school paper about it yet.

Topics varied, but the session would commence every night without exception. Whether the subject wanted to be discussed, didn’t really matter. Once they were out of public eyesight, his housemates became truly determined, and vicious, so much so that even the famously untouchable Black boy could barely escape being brought onto the table.

Once having pulled of the escape, he seriously considered hexing Rosier into a cursed bludgeon. He didn’t hesitate to inform him about it either, but now, strutting behind him proudly as ever, Evan didn’t seem the least bit reproachful. “Well, am I wrong?”

Regulus didn’t answer him.

Yeah he found the Potter girl attractive, so what? Sirius would kill him before he even thought of making a move anyway.

“The point isn’t the truth, it’s that you’re a proper gossip. I should tie you up with Potter, she’s got a pretty big mouth on her too. “

Evan huffed. “Yeah I think we’d get along pretty well if she manages to put up with your moods”, he gave him a pointed look, “At least you don’t look at me like you wanna snog every time we talk.”

Regulus snapped his head around before he could finish the sentence. “Do you want to be hexed, Rosier?”

Anyone else, well maybe except Potter, would’ve melted into the ground under the weight of his gaze by now, but his best friend wasn’t having it.

“Stop threatening me, you tosser, and use your head for a second. Yeah you like her, so what? It’s not like this would be the biggest scandal Hogwarts’s ever seen.”

The Black boy pursed his lips.

What was even there to think about? Just because he was stupid enough to fall for the little sister of his brother’s best mate, didn’t mean he was going to act on it.

“If you think this is a reason Sirius will finally talk to me over, then you’re wrong”, he huffed.

He could feel Evan’s expectant gaze burn holes into his shoulders. “You know I dislike those self-absorbed muppets just as much as everyone, but.. whatever Aunt Walburga told you, he’s still your brother mate. No amount of that blood-obsessed shit is ever going to change that.”

“Yeah well, try telling him that”, Regulus muttered.

Evan arched a skeptical brow at him. “Stop brooding, will ya? Sirius might not listen to us, but i’d bet a hundred galleons that little girlfriend of yours could talk some sense into him if she made her mind up about it. All you have to do is just talk to her.”

The Black boy left him without an answer. He knew that Evan was right, and it sounded like he could get something he wanted for once. But life wasn’t a fairytale, was it?

Seeing he wasn’t about to continue the conversation, the Rosier boy turned towards a bunch of girls walking a few steps behind them. He knew his best friend well enough by now to know when to let him meddle in his thoughts.

Otherwise preoccupied, none of them noticed the short, brunette girl who sat at the edge of the woods, glancing as they walked by in the distance.

Hailey wandered if she should say hi, but she quickly changed her mind. She couldn’t just wave Regulus Black over like a five year old schoolgirl, Merlin..

If she missed his voice, their bickering, or the rare moment of seeing his eyes crinkle when he actually smiled, then he didn’t have to know about it.

——

1977, March 7th

Slughorn’s party was a bore.

Hiding out at a corner as she slowly sipped her drink, Hailey didn’t know if she regretted agreeing to come, or deciding to stay more.

It was a fun idea while her friends teased her about it. In theory, she’d dance with a few boys, get a bit tipsy, and satisfy the sloppy professors’s aspirations of her networking skills.

In truth, she was stuck in a barely lit, moss-colored room with a bunch of people she didn’t know, listening to ear-deafeningly melancholy music as she tried to avoid the hungry stares of a bunch of sixth year boys from Ravenclaw.

She’d been successful so far, with a doe-eyed look, and a half-hearted excuse along the lines of, “Oh sorry, my feet are hurting”, or “Yeah, i’m just waiting for someone.” But as more and more time passed, her luck was wearing thin and she didn’t have much of a chance left to ward off the annoyingly adamant ‘fine gentlemen’ (according to Slughorn), if she didn’t come up with something creative.

Maybe if she pretended to feign illness.. Just then, a tall sturdy boy whom she recalled was a chaser for Ravenclaw, slid towards her in the crowded room again. It was the third time that evening.

Hailey looked around in despair, but the professor was busy blabbering to some older guests he’d obviously invited as sponsors. Well if he wouldn’t notice..

Ducking down, she quickly tossed her drink to a nearby shelf and bolted towards the door. No one really paid her attention, as she slid out to the dark corridors, and ran until she could make sure her figure wouldn’t be seen in the darkness.

Then, she leaned towards the cold, stone wall, letting out a sigh in relief. That was a close one. People really don’t appreciate the art of being sneaky enough, apparently.

If only Sirius could see her now, he’d probably..

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Hailey almost jumped out of her skin, but thank Merlin, her reflexes clicked in last minute and she covered her mouth with her hands. What even.. “Who’s there?”

Regulus Black appeared in front of her, swiftly like he’d just materialized out of the darkness. Something in his hand sparkled as he lifted it for her to see. “Evening, Potter”

Hailey’s heart skipped a beat when she recognized the small, heart-shaped pendant. “What the.. where did you get that?”, she muttered, immediately wanting to backtrack at how weak her voice sounded in the quiet of the castle.

The Slytherin stepped closer, though she could only guess more than see by the tell-tale scent of his perfume. Pinewood, incense and something husky that unmistakably screamed ‘I love snakes.’ “You dropped it while you were running out of there. Nice fleeing act, by the way.”

Hailey huffed, muttering under her breath. Of all the people she could’ve ran into, did it really have to be him? “Can’t have been that nice if you managed to follow me.”

Regulus chuckled in a low voice. “You might be good at sneaking, Potter, but this is Slytherin territory”.

“Careful Black”, she muttered, “I might end up thinking you want to compliment me.”

Regulus leaned against the wall, swiftly caging her between him and the corner. “Were you actually planning to dance with anyone tonight, or did you just show up to play teacher’s pet?”

Hailey arched her brows, as she crossed her arms in front of herself. She didn’t want to admit how close she’d came to losing her balance under the intensity of his gaze.

The arrogant prat. So what, has been stalking her the whole night? “Why, is that what you’re doing?”, she shot back.

His gaze didn’t falter. “Your silence screams guilt.”

Hailey was grateful for the touch of cold stone on her neck, that cooled her running a nerves a bit. She tried to grasp the feeling before she spoke. “Not like yours doesn’t. Seems it is true you’re allergic to questioning authority.”

Regulus stayed calm, but it was clear he immediately guessed where the information might’ve come from. “C’mon now, Potter. I thought Gryffindors didn’t run from a challenge.”

Breathe, Hailey told herself. She wasn’t about to fall for the trap for a third time. “Are you that desperate for an answer or do you just love being annoying?”

“I think, if you were actually annoyed you’d be busy getting it back instead of talking to me”, he retorted, glancing at the pendant.

Hailey rolled her eyes. Every fiber of his being radiated that aristocratic arrogance Sirius’d constantly rant about, and yet, the more they spoke, the more she began thinking the older Black never actually took the time to get to know his brother.

How else would he have failed to recognize that they were like two sides of the same coin?

Where Sirius became loud, he quieted down. Where the older Black seeked the attention of crowds, Regulus chose silent observation. But that didn’t change the fact they were both incredibly skilled at, and addicted to, deflation.

Whether that, or something else, was the reason she decided to be open with him, she wasn’t sure. “Considering you were secretly watching me all night… ”, Regulus opened his mouth but she cut him off before he could say something, “that wasn’t a question Black.”

He smiled, which was nothing new, but she noticed that his eyes crinkled just slightly, as if he was actually entertained for once. Hailey found the gesture quite captivating. “Would you have said yes in my place?”

Regulus didn’t immediately answer. “No I would’ve hexed them”, he shrugged at last, “starting with that dimwit Mclagen. The first two times were just painful to watch, but then he goes back for a third? And they call us selfish.. ”

The Potter girl almost chuckled. Almost. She managed to bite her tongue in the last minute, glancing up at him expectantly. “Didn’t it ever cross your mind to help me while you were busy stalking?”

Regulus clicked his lips with a smirk. “Why, would you have said yes if I asked you to dance?” “Well, you didn’t ask me, so it doesn’t actually matter”, she huffed.

As they locked eyes again, a small, foreign feeling began bubbling in her chest: no matter how annoying, Regulus Black still wasn’t at all awful to talk to.

Instead of focusing on that, however, she glanced up at him expectantly, motioning towards the pendant. “Can I get it back now?”

He didn’t even have to step back, he just moved it over his head where she surely couldn’t reach. “Nu-uh. This has a price, Potter.”

She felt herself grow agitated. “That’s what you got an honest answer for. Now I’d like my property back please.”

Regulus arched a brow at her, making sure to keep his hand high enough so she couldn’t reach it.

His eyes seemed bluer than usual as the teasing sparkle penetrated his otherwise spotlessly stoic armor. “Honesty was your decision, I never gave any promises.”

Hailey stomped on her foot like that would give her any advantage. “I’m not above using alternative methods, Black. Don’t say you didn’t get a warning.”

“Salazar, don’t threaten me”, he smirked jovially, “if you’re as good with threats as you are with running away then I might have to fear for my life.”

She smirked, feeling adrenaline rush through her veins as an idea crossed her mind. Perhaps it was the night that gave her courage to pull it off, or the all too distracting presence of Regulus himself that enveloped her like he was a second layer of the darkness.

If she dies, at least no one can tell her she wasn’t inexplicably bold Gryffindor beforehand.

Ignoring her crashing heartbeat, she yanked him by the collar, pulling him towards her swiftly. Their lips met with a soft clash, and she used the momentum to guide her fingers through his curls.

The Slytherin froze on the spot, just as she’d expected. But her victory was short lived.

The next moment, she felt his arm loop around her waist as he leaned down, pushing her against the wall. His tongue darted into her mouth with surprising fierceness, and Hailey sighed, entirely unprepared for the intensity of the kiss.

In one last meager attempt to push through, she lifted her hand to snatch the pendant away, but she only came as far as his shoulders.

Regulus, alert as ever, snatched his fingers around her wrists, pinning them swiftly against the wall. He pulled back just slightly, but enough so they could lock eyes. “Potter.”

Hailey felt a really strong urge to crawl into a hole in the ground. She was down now, and down bad, because despite everything, she didn’t mind what he was doing in the slightest. “Black?”

Regulus’s voice was low, and uncharacteristically husky. “Did you seriously expect that to work?”

Hailey smacked her lips, while she let her head fall against the cool stone. “I asked nicely two times. You can’t say you didn’t get a warning.”

Regulus gave her a pointed look, that doubled her heartbeat on the spot.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, before the inexplicable boldness loosened her lips again. “Is this what you do to every girl when a kiss doesn’t work? ” “Shut the hell up, Potter.”

Hailey’s cheeks were warm. For once, he was obviously turned on too much to maintain the terrifyingly stoic impression. Knowing it was all because of her made it a little too enjoyable. “Why? Is there something the matter?”

Regulus released her wrists, but only so that he could steady himself against the wall. Hailey had no intention of running away, but she wouldn’t have been able even if she wanted to.

Eyes still cloudy like a thunderstorm, Regulus seemed to contemplate his words for a long moment before he replied. “Yeah. If you keep running your mouth, i’m gonna do more than just kiss you.”

Hailey temporarily forgot to breathe.

Her mind felt hazy. All she could sense was his perfume, as if suddenly, the castle had melted away into the storming, bluish grey orbits that were Regulus Black.

So all this time, she wasn’t imagining things? Could it have been that he’d noticed the spark growing between them too? “Well who said I’m complaining?”

Regulus’s brow twitched.

“Well you should..”, leaning closer slowly, he let his lips hover over the nape of her neck while he skillfully clipped the pendant back in place,” i’m a big, bad Slytherin cornering a poor, innocent Gryffindor in the dungeons of the dark”, his eyes glinted with very certain intention, “Salazar, the things that could happen..”

Hailey’s cheeks felt like they were on fire. Her voice barely reached beyond her throat but she refused to loose her courage. “I don’t know if you realized, but Gryffindor is also very very stupid.“

Regulus’s eyes crinkled with something eerily resembling adoration. “Yeah. Why else would she have voluntarily gone to the den of the snakes?”

Hailey lifted her fingers to his curls. She was a bit hesitant at first, but the moment her skin touched his hair, Regulus closed his eyes. “Like I said, she’s incredibly stupid. And she happens to think snakes aren’t as bad as they’re said to be.”

The Black boy blinked his eyes open slowly, his face tracing the features on her face. “Mhm. Would she happen to agree to go out with a snake, by any chance?”

Hailey grinned ear to ear. Her heart fluttered in her chest like it had suddenly grown not one, but two pairs of wings. “If he stops treating her like a nun, sure.”

Regulus’s blue, stormy eyes widened for just a second. Then, he gave her a look that would’ve made her knees weak even while sitting down. “Do you want to be able to walk tomorrow, Potter?”

Hailey didn’t even try to mask the exhilaration in her veins. If she ever thought she could outperform the mystery that was Regulus Black, she was horribly wrong. “Unless you’re gonna carry me to Hogsmeade in your arms, Black, yeah i’d like to.”

“Don’t tempt me”, Regulus smirked darkly, before leaning onto her lips, “now shut that pretty mouth of yours, Potter, and come here.”

Hailey had no complaints.

——

BONUS:

1978, July 5th

Loud banging interrupted the in-itself absolutely boisterous daily life of the Potter household. The two siblings rushed to the door, almost knocking each other over on the stairs. “Coming!”

“Loser cleans the brooms tonight!” “You’re on, Hails!”

They reached the door at the same time, but James’s hands were on the doorknob a second faster. Switching the lock, he hollered loudly. “Got ya sis!”

The whole room brightened as the sunlight filtered into it through the doorway, revealing two, dark haired figures on the other side. Stepping in first, Sirius greeted them both with a hug, motioning behind his shoulder. “I brought a stray.”

James’s eyes widened in surprise. “Is that..”

Regulus lifted his foot hesitantly over the threshold, clearly in foreign territory. “Geez Potter, you didn’t tell me you live in a mansion.”

He couldn’t say anything else though, because the next moment Hailey was already in his arms as she latched herself onto his lips. Regulus managed to catch a glimpse of a baffled look on their siblings’ faces before he caught her midair, steadying her legs around his hips.

“HAILEY?!! What in MERLIN’s Godforsaken beard..?!!”

“Get your hands off of my sister THIS INSTANT Black!!”

Chuckling, Regulus pulled back slowly but Hailey latched her legs around his hips tightly before he could even begin to lower her onto the ground.

“Would you two chill out? It’s not like he’s gonna eat me alive geez.”

James wheezed like he’d just been annihilated. “What do you mean he’s not.. he’d almost just bloody DEVOURED you a minute ago! Merlin, how am I ever gonna get the sight out of my head???!”

Sirius was still busy darting his gaze between the two of them. “I can’t fucking believe.. how long has this been going on?”

Hailey and Regulus exchanged a quick look before she answered. “Like.. two years?”, she glanced back at her boyfriend with a teasing lilt, “If you count all the times your dear little brother almost ran me over on the corridors ‘by accident’.”

Regulus just rolled his eyes, gently squeezing her thighs where the other two couldn’t see. “Oh shut up Potter, as if you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Woah woah, you cannot flirt like that with my little sister in front of me!”, James held his hands in the air, “and for God’s sake Hailey, get off of his hips!”

Sirius looked like he couldn’t decide which one of them hurt his feelings more. “My little princess and my brother.. got together behind my back???? “

“Well you could’ve known sooner, if you weren’t as busy ignoring me, Sirius”, Regulus smirked jovially, finally lowering the girl in his arms to the ground, but he didn’t let her further than an inch.

“You do not get to use that against me!”

“Sirius, I love you but please stop whining like a baby”, Hailey rolled her eyes, laying a quick peck on her boyfriend’s cheek, “yes, we’re together, yes I love him, and no, we didn’t forget to use protection.”

James grimaced like he had been tortured by actual physical pain. “Okay okay that’s enough. I really don’t need to know the details, geez.”

“I love her too, Potter, in case you were wondering”, Regulus added, the smirk still glued to his lips.

“Well I guess then we can’t object, can we Prongs?”, Sirius crossed his arms, sighing.

“Fuck no, I need time to process my baby sister is in a full blown relationship.”

The two younger siblings laughed, as the whole air seemed to loosen up a bit.

“Just don’t get your knickers in a twist too much, James. I heard Lily’s coming around Godric’s Hollow today”, Hailey remarked innocently.

His brother’s face lightened up brighter than the sunlight filtering in through the windows. “Wait, REALLYY??”

“Yeah, she’s apparently visiting some ‘muggle-led wizarding bookshop’”, the younger Black shrugged, “but I’d take my chance if I were you, Potter.”

“Wait, how do you know about that?”, Sirius arched a brow suspiciously.

“Because my girlfriend actually tells me about her life, you dimwit”, Regulus retorted flatly, earning a chuckle from Hailey, still glued to his side.

“Don’t kill him yet, love, I need all of you if we’re bringing Lily over for a visit”, Hailey murmured into his ears, loud enough for the older Black to hear.

Sirius just rolled his eyes. “Wow Hails, i’m flattered to know you haven’t forgotten all about me yet.”

The younger Potter simply darted her tongue at him.

THE END

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natti-ice

lncantatem

in the background

pairing: Oliver Wood & reader

summary: you find yourself in detention with Oliver Wood, who seems to have gone the last seven years without noticing you, or so he thinks.

content: fluff, idiots to lovers ?), just a long chat

wc: 9k

“If you don’t write anything we’ll be here all night”

For a moment you think he might not have heard you, but the way your voice echoes in the empty classroom makes it obvious there’s no way that’s the case. Oliver is sitting on the other side of the room, having left a whole desk between you two, completely ignoring your presence. You play with the piece of parchment in front of you, making it spin underneath your index finger. His resting completely untouched at his desk, it doesn’t seem like he has any intention of writting the essay McGonagall has told you to write during detention. He’s completely slumped on his seat with arms crossed in front of his chest and legs stretched freely. The subject, “why I shouldn’t break curfew” should be easy enough.

“It should be enough just writting that there is a maniac on the loose, right?”

”That just makes you sound dumb"

laveens-pearl

omg omg am I crushing over Oliver Wood

EVERYONE READ THISSS

jennieloversclub

HARRY POTTER FIC REC

Include: Harry , Ron , Fred , George , Oliver , Neville and Cedric

obsessedwithceleste

Love Lies

Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw! reader

Based on this request 🫶🏽

Summary: You’re just as confused as everyone else when your mortal enemy wakes up fully convinced that you’re the love of his life. (Spoiler alert: literally no one else was surprised)

word count: 5.2k

©️ obsessedwithceleste. all works posted here belong to me and should not be reposted or copied in any way or form.

It was cold and windy and wet as you stepped off the quidditch pitch, rain soaking you to your core. Thank Rowena you didn’t have to play an actual match in this weather. No, that honor went to the Slytherins and Gryffindors and you did not envy them at all, regular practice was enough for you.

As you make your way back to the locker rooms you see students and staff already beginning to fill the open stands and shake your head with pity. No amount of drying or warming charms were going to make it a comfortable match to sit through.

Just as you're about to turn into the locker rooms you feel yourself jerk back as a green robed shoulder slams past you, nearly knocking you off your feet.

cipheress-to-k-pop

the nott-so-fake relationship (t.n.)

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader

Word Count: 10.1k

Summary: After your boyfriend cheats with your best friend, you enlist Theodore Nott in a fake relationship to get revenge

A/N: I fear this was better in my head

credits to @cafekitsune for the divider!

laveens-pearl

Oh my god oh my god OH MY GODDDD

xluvablz

❀: “healers hands”

pairing: neteyam sully x f!omatikaya!reader

summary: neteyam keeps coming to your tent; first with wounds, then excuses, then nothing at all. teasing and care turn to trust and unspoken feelings. it isn't until he returns with a serious injury that the truth finally unfolds.

warnings: pure yearning. mostly fluffy and a bit of pining, but there is also some angst.

word count: 1.9k

tsakarem - tsahìk-in-training. paysyul flower - water lily.

The first time he limps into your healing tent, he’s all arrogance and sharp edges.

A gash runs down his thigh; deep enough to need stitching, shallow enough that he insists it’s nothing.

"Sit," you command, voice steady despite the way his towering frame fills the space.

He smirks, blood dripping between his fingers, but obliges. "Didn’t take you for the bossy type, tsakarem," he teases surveying your features for a reaction.

You ignore him, gathering yalna bark and spider silk. When you kneel beside him, his breath hitches, just once, as your fingers skim his skin.

"This will sting," you warn.

He leans in, voices a low rumble. "I like it when it stings."

You swallow hard.

With practiced care, you smooth the thick paste along the wound, nimble fingers gentle against his skin. Taking the thread, you begin stitching the edges closed, each careful pull precise and steady, your focus unwavering as you work to ease the pain and ensure the wound heals cleanly.

He barely moves beneath your touch, jaw clenched as he watches you from beneath his lashes. You murmur soft reassurances as you work, reminding him to breathe, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin whenever his muscles tense.

When the last stitch is tied off, you press a clean cloth over the wound, checking your work with a quiet nod, before sending him off.

⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹

Three eclipses later, he’s back – this time with a bruised rib.

"Fell off a branch," he mumbles, wincing as you prod the swelling.

You arch a brow suspiciously. "You? The great warrior… fell?”

His laughter is warm, and closer than necessary. "Maybe I just wanted to hear you scold me again."

Your hands hesitate over his ribs. His heartbeat thrumming beneath your fingertips. “You need to be more careful, Neteyam,” you chastise, unimpressed at his new-found clumsiness.

Your hands still, clicking your tongue. “One day I won’t be here to patch you up.”

You reach for the salve anyway, smoothing it over the bruise with gentle pressure. He hisses, then relaxes, leaning subtly into your touch as if the pain is worth it just to be here; under your careful hands and watchful gaze.

His smile falters, just a fraction, at your words. “Yeah,” he murmurs, quieter now. “But you are now.”

A soft smile tugs at your lips. You glance up at him, warmth settling in your chest as your thumb traces a soothing circle near the bruise.

“You enjoy this too much,” you mutter, face falling serious, trying to sound stern.

“Maybe,” he replies softly, eyes fixed on your face. “But I trust you.”

⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹

The next time, his excuse is thinner than mist. You have to suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

A shallow scratch across his palm; barely deserving of the poultice you press to it.

But when your fingers linger, he turns his hand, his touch grazing yours, almost – almost – intertwining. The contact sends a quiet jolt up your arm, unwelcome yet undeniable.

“Tell me, healer,” he murmurs, fingers brushing over your knuckles, voice low and deliberate. “Do you tend to all the warriors… or just me?”

Your pulse stutters. “Just the reckless ones,” you scoff, forcing a lightness into your tone as you dab the salve more firmly than necessary.

He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his grin widens, all trouble and fangs. “Lucky me.”

You finally look up at him then, catching the way his eyes linger – soft, searching, entirely too familiar. For a fleeting moment, neither of you moves, the air between you taut with something unspoken, before you clear your throat and tug your hand free, pretending your heart isn’t racing.

“All done.”

He gives you a knowing look, head tilting slightly. Your gaze does not meet his, and your fingers writhe gently in your lap. He rises silently uttering a careful ‘thank you’ before disappearing behind the flaps of your tent.

⊹₊┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈₊⊹

Then comes the night he arrives with no wound at all.

Just a single, perfect paysyul flower – rare, delicate, glowing softly in the dark.

"For you," he says, uncharacteristically quiet.

You stare at his outstretched hand offering you the delicate bundle of petals. Your body is enveloped by a warmth akin to the sun-soaked shallows of the forest, where the water holds heat long after the day has faded; it paints your face with a faint violet tint, and causes a familiar fluttering sensation in your chest.

His fingers brush yours as you take the flower, his touch too deliberate to be accidental. The petals glow softly between your hands, casting shimmering reflections across his face, illuminating the quiet intensity in his golden eyes.

"You… brought me this?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

He steps closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him, and can catch the scent of earth and morning dew clinging to his skin.

"Couldn’t think of a better excuse to see you," he admits, voice rough at the edges. His thumb grazes your wrist before he adds, softer. "Missed you."

The confession lingers in the air between you, fragile as the flower’s glow.

And then –

His hand slides up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face toward his.

"Tell me to stop," he murmurs, lips hovering so near yours you can taste his breath, sweet with the nectar of the forest.

You don’t.

The moment hangs, heavy with anticipation. His thumb is tracing circles on your jaw, his gaze locked on your lips. You can feel his breath against your skin, warm and just slightly desperate.

And then, from outside the camp, the sound of footsteps and a familiar voice rings through the night…

"Neteyam!"

His head snaps up, eyes flashing with irritation, before he lets out a sigh, almost annoyed. "Damn it,” he mumbles with a small huff.

"What is it?" he calls back, not taking his hand off your cheek. Your skin burns where he holds you, blush deepening into a plum hue.

A few moments later, a figure appears behind the tent flap. Lo’ak peers curiously, his gaze flicking between you and his brother for a beat. He arches a brow, taking in the sight of Neteyam’s fingers now shifted underneath your chin, before an amused smile creeps onto his face.

"What’s this?" he asks, feigning surprise. "Am I interrupting something here?"

Neteyam shoots him a warning glare. "What do you want, Lo’ak?"

Lo’ak doesn’t miss your reaction, or the way Neteyam’s grip tightens slightly, his thumb pressing into your skin like he’s silently staking a claim.

A slow, shit-eating grin spreads across Lo’ak’s face.

"Ohhh," he drawls, crossing his arms. "So this is where you’ve been sneaking off too lately." His eyes flick to you, mischief dancing in them. "Funny how you only seem to get hurt when she’s on healing duty, bro."

Neteyam’s jaw clenches – hard.

"Lo’ak," he growls, voice low and dangerous.

But his little brother just laughs, backing away with his hands raised in mock surrender. "Alright, alright! Sorry to interrupt... whatever this is." He wiggles his eyebrows. "But dad wants you for something."

And with that, he ducks out of the tent, leaving behind only the sound of his fading laughter and tension thick enough to choke on.

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Weeks pass.

Neteyam stops showing up with flimsy excuses. The playful tension between you fades into something quieter, made of lingering glances, fleeting brushes of fingers – but nothing more.

Then, one night, the tent flaps burst open.

Lo’ak stumbles in, panting, Neteyam slumped heavily against him. Blood soaks through his chest wrap, his breaths ragged. Your stomach plummets.

"What happened?" you demand, already moving, hands steady despite the panic clawing up your throat.

"Stupid ikran hunt," Lo’ak grits out, lowering him onto the mat. "Tried to show off – got clipped mid-dive."

Neteyam’s eyes flutter open, hazy with pain. But when they land on you, his lips twitch weakly. "...Missed you," he slurs, delirious.

Your hands tremble as you peel back the fabric, revealing the deep gash across his ribs.

"You idiot," you whisper, pressing a dapophet pad to the wound. "You could’ve died."

His fingers brush your wrist, barely a ghost of touch. "Worth it… to see you… scowl like that."

Lo’ak groans. "Oh my Eywa, half-dead and he’s still flirting."

You ignore him, focusing on the way Neteyam’s breath hitches when your fingers trace his skin; gentle, but firm.

"Don’t you dare bleed out on me," you murmur, voice thick.

His hand finds yours, squeezing weakly. "...Wouldn’t dream of it, baby."

Your heart pounds out a desperate rhythm as you work, trying to stay focused on the task at hand, but he keeps making it worse. Every ragged breath, every brush of skin, every stolen glance sends adrenaline surging through your veins.

Lo’ak watches quietly from the side, his amusement replaced with concern. He knows better than to distract you, but his eyes flit between you and his brother with growing curiosity.

Neteyam’s gaze is hazy, fever-bright, but still filled with an almost reverent fascination. His fingers find your wrist again, a little firmer this time. The salve stings, but Neteyam doesn’t flinch. His eyes stay locked on yours, even as sweat beads at his temples, even as his fingers twitch against the mat.

You lean closer, checking the stitching. "You’re lucky it didn’t puncture your lung," you mutter, trying to ignore the way his breath hitches when your fingers graze his bare ribs.

His hand suddenly catches yours, pressing your palm flat against his chest, right over his pounding heartbeat.

"Feel that?" he rasps.

You freeze.

"That’s you," he continues, voice rough with pain and something else entirely. "Every time you touch me – every damn time – it does that."

Your breath catches.

Lo’ak, still hovering near the entrance, makes a strangled noise. "Okay, I’m out. I’ll just– go tell Dad you’re not dead."

The tent flaps swish shut behind him, a silence following.

Neteyam’s thumb strokes your wrist. "Stay," he murmurs.

"I’m your healer," you whisper, trembling. "I have to."

He shakes his head, wincing at the movement. "Not… what I meant."

And then – weak but determined – he tugs you down until your forehead rests against his, his breath mingling with yours.

"Stay after," he clarifies, voice raw. "When I’m not just… another wound to fix."

Your pulse thrums where your skin meets his.

Outside, the wind rustles the leaves. Inside, something fragile and long-avoided finally snaps.

You let out a breath shakily, his words settling deep within you. He had stumbled his way into your tent – your life – and had made a home out of your heart.

"I could never leave you," you begin. "You know that. I've always been here– waiting." You take another breath, letting it fill your lungs before you continue, "I will always be with you.” Another breath.

“I see you.”

His grip tightens around your hand, desperate and reverent, words feeling as though they are caught in his throat.

“Say it again," he breathes, voice cracking.

You don’t hesitate.

“I see you.”

A shudder runs through him – half pain, half relief –before he tugs you even closer, your lips hovering just above his, sharing the same air, the same heartbeat.

"Took you long enough," he rasps, but there’s no bite to it, just warmth; just yours. “I see you.”

And when his eyes finally flutter shut from exhaustion, his fingers stay tangled with yours.

Finally. Finally.

loaksky

— 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮

the deets — lo'ak is the black sheep in the family, clinging to honor by a precarious thread. you are the well-loved songstress in the tribe. he should resent you for being everything he's not, but his fickle heart can't bring him to do so.

the who — lo'ak x fem omatikaya!reader

the word count — 10.2k (rip yall)

the tags — (one-sided) rivals-to-lovers, angsty angsty, hurt / comfort, reader gives lo'ak a big ol smooch (perhaps more than one), lo’ak is the biggest dumbass and because of this he’s mean asf, reader has a big ol heart and just really wants lo’ak to like her, aged!up characters for maturity’s sake.

the warnings — language, lo'ak is in luv but doesn't realize it, he's in denial that the feelings could be reciprocated, this is super dramatic so put your seat belts on!

the notes — was feeling extra sad and wanted to write something self-indulgent. this lovely anon requested something, and i used their ask as inspiration to finish this beast. fine line, bags, and love in dark are the three main songs i listened to finish this, so if you wanna be in your feels, have a listen LMAO. despite all the support, i’m still so mf nervous posting this ejsjsjdjs

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SOMETHING UGLY KINDLES IN THE PIT of Lo'ak's stomach at the mere mention of your name. It's sour on his tongue, bitter in his brain. He doesn't know when he's started to feel like this, started to feel absolutely dreadful anytime he'd hear the timbre of your voice.

It's warm, thick like nectar and it makes him sick.

Ever since you all were little, the elders crooned over what a great girl you were growing into; strong, intelligent, beautiful. It made him boil how much they'd sing your praises, the high esteem everyone held you in as one of the clan's most talented.

Something dull would pick at him being compared to his older brother, but nothing burned more than being compared to you.

Maybe it's because it's always implied whenever your names share the same sentences, that lingering implication that he could be more like you. The clan fans the flames of your mere existence while Lo'ak is snuffed out like a dying fire.

He hates it. He hates you.

laveens-pearl

I’m in love, if one can ever be🤭

neptunesbbby

Lo’ak as your best friend

Tags (CW): Lo’ak Sully x Fem!Reader, SFW, aged-up (16+), headcannons, best friends, wholesome, sweet, fluff, Lo’ak as your best friend, reader can be na’vi or human

Synopsis: How I think Lo’ak would be as your best friend.

Word count: 624

A/N: Something quick and cute for my first post. I wrote this just now off the top of my head so forgive me if it seems a little rushed or if there are any grammar errors!

Best friend!Lo’ak who swears you’re just one of the boys but gets caught checking you out, more than once.

Best friend!Lo’ak who has your schedule memorized, so that he knows when he could bug you with no consequences.

Best friend!Lo’ak who damn near loses his breath every time your scent hits his nose, sometimes letting his primal urges takeover his senses in the best way possible.

Best friend!Lo’ak who’s tail stands up at attention every time your skin so much as brushes against his.

Best friend!Lo’ak who tunes everyone out when he’s busy thinking about you and the way your ears do that thing when you’re really focused on something. He’s absolutely obsessed and can’t hear a thing, including the orders his father has given him before the war party dispatched.

“Lo’ak… Lo’ak!”

“Hmm?”

“Did you even hear a single word I said, son?”

“Uh, yes sir…”

(No, he didn’t.)

Best friend!Lo’ak who would softly pinch your tail when you least expect it, just to get a reaction out of you. (He gets it from his father. <3)

Best friend!Lo’ak who loves to play fight and bicker with you every chance he gets because he finds it funny. (It’s also his preferred way of flirting.)

Best friend!Lo’ak who hates the idea of hurting you in any way, shape, or form. So, when he is a little too rough while the two of you are play fighting, he breaks down immediately.

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine, I’m okay Lo’ak...”

“Are you sure you’re okay, you—“

“Yes Lo’ak, I’m fine I promise…”

“...Are you sure..?”

Best friend!Lo’ak who’s always trying his best to impress you.

Best friend!Lo’ak who would practically run to ask you how his hair looked immediately after his mom had finished braiding it. (Your opinion is the only one that matters to him.)

Best friend!Lo’ak who frowns everytime you praise a guy that’s not him, immediately telling you that he could do better.

“Did you see how quickly Tansek took down that yerik? I’ve never seen one so large!

“Mtch. I could kill one bigger…”

Best friend!Lo’ak who is lowkey whipped for you, willing to do almost anything you ask but if you ask him about it, he’ll deny it to the ends of the earth.

Best friend!Lo’ak who struggles to hide just how infatuated he is with you from his own family.

Best friend!Lo’ak who doesn’t realize just how deeply in love he is with you until Neteyam and Tuk find him making you a woven necklace (to match his) for your birthday, and they decide to tease him about it.

“Ahh, look at my little brother, finally deciding to start courting the woman that he loves…”

“Loves..? Courting?”

“Oooh, is that necklace for Y/N? Lo’ak loves Y/N~ Lo’ak loves Y/N~ Lo’ak loves—”

“I hate you two.”

Best friend!Lo’ak who is sent into a spiral as soon as he realizes that he’s fallen in love with his best friend.

Best friend!Lo’ak who avoids you for days afterwards, scared that anything he might say or do will give him away and ruin you guys’ friendship.

Best friend!Lo’ak who is surprised that when he does finally man up and tell you, you tell him that you knew the whole time.

“What?! What do you mean you knew?”

“You thought you weren’t obvious about it?”

Best friend!Lo’ak who is happy to finally be able to show you his true feelings for you. Even if it means he has to deal with you teasing him for waiting so long to tell you. <3

Best friend!Lo’ak who definitely still calls you bro on accident even months after he has officially started courting you. T.T

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tsireyasluvr

THIS WAS SO SWEET AWEEEE

bby lo’ak<333

laveens-pearl

I can’t agree moreeee🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

lietogirlsss

MODERN ATWOW BAND HEADCANONS !

✹ summary : in which i'm slowly crawling back to my avatar hyperfixation and i decided to make a band au!except I'm right (or not take this with a grain of salt hehe) and I frl can't see them playing any other roles

✹ author's note : let this not flop in eywa we pray 🙏 and yes, Daisy Jones and the Six is my favorite book, how did you guess?

✹ warnings : mentions of bleeding, scabs, swearing obv

It all started one balmy afternoon when Lo'ak and Spider were blowing off their biochemistry homework lying down on the floor staring at the cieling fan undeviatingly oscillate above them. Then, Lo'ak suddenly sits up from his spot causing Spider to look at him.

"What's up?" Asked Spider.

Lo'ak looks at him, a newfound determination in his wide eyes. "Dude, what if we start a band."

Spider frowns. "A band?"

"No, but hear me out for a second." says Lo'ak bristling in his spot as Spider sits up.

Although wary, Spider hums. "Alright."

"Think about it, school's almost over, we barely know anybody in this town, are we seriously gunna hangout in the beach all summer trying to make friends?"

Spider chuckles. "I think I'm missing the point where that's a bad idea."

"Spider, come on bro- look at us, we're losers alright? We're practically throwaway fish to the kids at school- but if we start a band, who knows how many people'll wanna be a part of it, we'll score a couple of life long friends AND it'll be our one solid excuse not to be at home" Lo'ak's riposte was proving to make sense, with a toothy smile to cap it off, but of course Spider- considering he was two years Lo'ak's senior had to pop his bubble with the pragmatic pin of reality.

"I don't know dude, it sounds kinda lame." Spider replies hesitantly, propping himself up by his elbows. "We've been trying to start a band since 7th grade, we always end up calling it quits on the 3rd week."

"This time it'll be different."

Spider scoffs. "Uh-huh? How "

Lo'ak nudges his right shoulder upwards. "We'll ask Neteyam to help."

Spider shoots him yet another look. "If he doesn't want to help?"

"We make do," Lo'ak shrugs. "What's wrong with a two man band?"

"Almost everything." Spider snorts.

★ lo'ak ──────── electric guitar

when they used to live back in high camp, he found an old silvertone in their attic that used to belong to jake during his marine days along with scores of 70's rock bands' songs on yellowing paper fraying at the edges and folds.

He spent 3 months learning a song with 4 chords by ear and performed it at the school talent show

When he got into 6th grade he did not only beg, for an electric guitar he GROVELED. He suddenly wanted to do all the chores in the house, he suddenly got C's instead of D's in tests, it was terrifying because who the hell WAS this and what did they do to the real Lo'ak???

Jake and Neytiri didn't give him one until he was 13. Jake just picked him up from school one day and all of a sudden just asked: you wanna get that electric guitar?

LO'AK WAS OVER THE GODDAMN MOON.

got a classic red stratocaster.

The first song he ever learned to play on the guitar was buddy holly by weezer...

Come on you guys what were you expecting

likes picking at his finger scabs and does it until neteyam or tsireya tells him off.

has multiple guitar picks but always uses this specific one he made into a necklace and wears it everywhere.

THEN PROCEEDS TO LOSE SAID GUITAR PICKS

tuk keeps hiding them around the house waiting for lo'ak to lose his mind.

he can play any song by ear, just watch.

plays around with riffs more often than not.

★ neteyam ──────── back up vocalist / lyricist

never even wanted to join the band but was bullied into joining (kiri joined when he said he wouldn't just to spite him)

has perfect pitch (are we surprised though)

YOU'D SNEEZE AND BITCH ASS CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT NOTE IT'S AT.

uses it to nitpick Lo'ak when he's straying from the original pitch.

lo'ak will then threaten to cave his face in with his capo.

his favorite artists are frank ocean and kendrick lamar.

no one in his entire school woulda guessed he could sing. Nobody.

was made to sing in family events... (iykyk)

loves musicals. his favorite's Hamilton...

Jake and Neytiri took him to see Hamilton once in New York when he was 11, he's never been the same since.

HAS MAJOR FUCKING STAGE FRIGHT I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. HE WILL NOT GO ON STAGE UNTIL YOU SMACK HIM IN THE HEAD SO HARD HIS BRAIN RESETS AND SUDDENLY HAS THE BALLS TO FACE THE AUDIENCE.

Once he's out there though he totally changes, he gets more confident, when he's really feeling it then his braids start flying everywhere... it's becoming an issue really, he might take someone's eye out with how solid his hair beads are...

hurled his guts out one time before they had to perform at the end of year school fair.

★ kiri ──────── pianist

there are always four types of gays. English Teacher Gays, Art Teacher Gays, History Teacher Gays, and Music Teacher Gays.

Kiri was definitely the last one.

lo'ak got her a shirt that says "key master" with her face horribly photoshopped onto the keys of a piano.

she burned it the night she got it.

til this day lo'ak never knew what happened to it.

Suki Waterhouse as Karen Sirko in the DJATS live action? Brain chemistry = altered

Stevie Nick's and Lindsey Buckingham's performance of Silver Spring in Fleetwood Mac's Reunion concern in 1997? = Roman Empire.

was in the school choir and would play the piano in their choir director's stead.

has been playing the piano for 9 years but always gets confused when asked to play a flat or a sharp (it takes her 4 tries to figure out where C minor is)

her favorite piece to play is over the waves by juventino rosas.

when she wants to show jake a new piece she's been working on, by the first minute he's out like a fucking light. SHE'S JUST THAT GOOD.

also when she wants to play a piece with too many chords she never wanted to play it in the first place.

once she messes up she's definitely one of those people who spams the keys.

one time when she was playing a piece her fingers cramped mid-song and she freaked out.

★ spider ──────── drums

his dad's military friends taught him how to play the drums.

lo'ak dared him he couldn't do a drumroll for an hour.

spider did it in two and a half but stopped cuz he got hungry LMAO.

impresses kiri with various drumstick spins, it dosen't impress her.

practically worshipped that one vine of those two kids.

was definitely one of those kids that played with overturned pots and pans and pretended it was a drum set (it annoyed the hell outta norm)

once lost his drum sticks and used chopsticks (ps. they weren't the same)

scribbled their band logo on his bass drum and was very proud of it.

INSISTED they would call themselves "the seven skxawngs"

nobody listened to him.

when they held auditions for their drummer he went "You guys know I can play the drums right?"

has never watched whiplash.

uploads drum covers on his tiktok account with 70 followers.

makes dumb jokes if the others can't figure out a certain chord or note he'd go "guys maybe it's at H!"

the most chillest person in the band though frl.

somehow always manages to pull??? The amount of game this man has solely just because he's the drummer is wild.

they once performed at an event with 50 people and Spider was wearing addidas slides the entire time and nobody noticed.

★ tsireya ──────── main vocals/lyricist

When I tell you this kid can SING SHE CAN SING.

frl the real life ariel I swear evrrytime she opens her mouth everyone's wishing on her downfall because she's such a talented singer, her vibratro is so measured, her runs are so clean, she's just so UGHHHH.

is such a theatre kid oh Lord.

was made to sing at family events too (it's practically a canon event atp guys.)

has a special journal where she writes her song lyrics that she takes with her everywhere (give her 5 minutes and she can write a song with just her hand as paper and eyeliner as a pen.)

joined in singing competitions when she was a kid and when she was 10 joined a televised singing competition and managed to make it to the semi-finals.

it's why she's the lead singer of the band anyway.

she always has pearls threaded into her hair every time they perform and it's been her signature look ever since.

her voice is fucking angelic ya'll istg.

is a soprano. enough said.

is amazing at reading sheet music.

she and neteyam wrote 3 original songs that the band performs everytime they get a gig.

aside from singing she can play piano and violin too.

she's a fucking wordsmith too like she's so eloquent and knows all these big words and she's good at expressing her pent up emotions through songwriting.

the literal it girl. Everyone in their band gained more popularity ever since they opened for a popular band from L.A. but everyone in their high-school knows her name. Everyone.

her vocal control is amazing.

she really knows how to liven up a crowd.

★ aonung ──────── rhythm guitar

has been playing guitar since he was 7.

took up guitaring because his dad introduced him and tsireya to playing instruments at a young age.

collects guitar straps.

neteyam's always on his ass about if what he's playing sounds right or not (50% of the time he's not)

it isn't practice without neteyam and aonung almost throwing hands at least thrice.

almost always smokes while practicing.

oddly enough only has one guitar pick and he hasn't lost it yet unlike lo'ak who buys new guitar picks every other month.

obsessed with black nailpolish, you won't see him go on stage without black nails istg.

he didn't even audition for the band. He was just always there at the Sully residence to pick Tsireya up from practice until one day Tsireya told him to come inside the house, when he did he finds out they needed someone for rhythm guitar and that Tsireya let it slip that Aonung knew how to play.

he's been a part of the band ever since.

he's just incredibly good with his fingers, enough said.

after the first time they performed their first gig at some girl's house party, he, rotxo, and lo'ak got high on the rooftop of Aonung's house (yk until Lo'ak slipped and started dangling from the gutters and fell into the pool)

his outfits always eat every time they perform.

james hetfield the goat.

always experimenting with new riffs and runs and adds them to the songs mid-performance and without any warning (just to piss neteyam off)

★ rotxo ──────── bass guitar

the glue and heart of the band frl.

the sweetest basist you'll ever meet.

his family actually owns a popular guitar shop in Awa'atlu, he first started playing the guitar at the ripe age of 5.

Bro is a prodigy but dosen't want to admit it.

aonung bought his first guitar at rotxo's family's shop, they hit it off ever since.

Always brings his baked goods to practices (then kiri devours the entire tray when you aren't looking)

actually fucked up his audition for the band but then Lo'ak found him sobbing in a janitors closet and gave him a second shot at an audition with just Lo'ak and Spider and he was able to redeem himself.

(really only auditioned cuz he played bass, they were finding a bassist, and not because kiri sully was their pianist)

is an introvert but he's so fucking funny that you wouldn't suspect it.

can perform riffs in his sleep (no he actually does though it freaks aonung out when he spends the night in his place.)

kiri made him a resin guitar pick with fragments of coral from the beach when they had their first date.

has a "maturing is realizing bass is the superior instrument" tshirt.

one time wore finger condoms so his scabs wouldn't re-open and bleed all over his guitar 😔

loves playing deftones on the bass.

has chronic "guitar face"

yoxiaogi

WATCHING

neteyam × !metkayina!reader

summary: neteyam is always watching you… and maybe that’s not a bad thing.

note; english is not my first language so please if something is wrong or sounds wierd let me know so i can fix it

The first thing you learned about Neteyam was that he watched before he spoke.

The second thing was that when he did speak, it was usually to push you just far enough that you noticed him.

laveens-pearl

This is just.. marvelous

AVATAR HEAD CANONS

because I can ✍🏻

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WARNING: contains spoilers from the movies, and my unfiltered personal opinion

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1 Lo’ak and Tsireya come together first over anything

-for him, it was easy to choose: she was the first to see him, not the troublemaker or a little brother who’ll never be good enough, but him

-she slowly becomes more and more devoted without realizing it, until she’d be willing to be cast out for him

-they’re the little siblings, who never got the chance to make their own way in anything in their lives, so when they do, they don’t ever let go of it

-my pookies are in love, and they don’t even know it:33

2 there’s an OC who always braids Ao’nung’s hair

-probably a girl from their tribe, who was never officially asked but she always does it nonetheless

-Ao’nung tells everyone he hates it, then goes back for more every time

-she always smiles at him when she’s done, and he won’t ever admit to anyone he likes it

-the two probably get married once he takes over his father as Olo’eyktan

3 Jake never wanted to be a father

-be happy? Yes. Prove himself to the people? Sure.

-he loves Neytiri with his whole heart, and he’d do anything for her

-but that doesn’t mean he ever dreamt of being a father

-he might’ve decided to have a family with Neytiri, because he can imagine himself having one with her, not because he would’ve done it in the first place

-I just think he hasn’t completely made peace with his younger self and that shows in how he separates his children (intentionally or not, but he does)

-I think he detests Lo’ak’s behaviour so much because he’s practically him in a younger version, and that means someone he can’t control

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That’s all for now, but let me know if you’d like some more :33

#avatar #avatar movies #avatar headcanons #lo’ak sully #jake sully #neytiri #ao’nung x oc #metkayina #fluff #love #imagines #oneshots to read #oneshots

AO’NUNG SERIES - chapters list

Part 1

💬 4 🔁 1 ❤️ 43 · Lost over the Reefs · Ao’nung x fem!reader Part 1 Synopsis: sneaking out at night obviously comes with its risks, especi

Part2

💬 2 🔁 0 ❤️ 21 · Lost over the Reefs · Ao’nung x fem!reader Part 2 Synopsis: when you find out about your strange savior’s identity, you

Part 3

💬 4 🔁 1 ❤️ 27 · Lost over the Reefs · Ao’nung x fem!reader Part 3 Synopsis: a quiet night over the reefs can change many things.. especi

Part 4

💬 6 🔁 3 ❤️ 22 · Lost over the Reefs · Ao’nung x reader Part 4 Synopsis: hearts begin to flutter as the two of you start to realize your

Part 5

💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · Lost over the Reefs · Ao’nung x reader Part 5 (Final) Synopsis: it takes two tulkuns, a little help from Eywa, and a brig

Lost over the Reefs

Ao’nung x reader

Part 5 (Final)

Synopsis: it takes two tulkuns, a little help from Eywa, and a bright sunrise when the two of you finally find each other

OR Ao’nung’s feelings finally become stronger than his resolve

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->for the sake of the fic please overlook technicalities and timelines etc. (this is pure yearning, fluff and chaos :33)

->reader is an OC from another Metkayina tribe

THE FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS OF AVATAR: THE WAY OF THE WATER but does not follow the plot!!

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The Valley of the Tulkuns was a scary place. At first, you braced yourself with a beating heart when you thought you’ll be going there. But when you approached the entrance, Ao’nung turned to the side, pulling you to a wider, more open clearing where the Tulkuns usually pastured.

A few moments later, you noticed the mighty bull venturing between the coral reefs. Tse’tuk was young, but strong and clearly known for it. He moved gently, as someone well aware of his size, which did nothing for your nerves. Tulkuns never attacked anyone, sure, but that didn’t mean they didn’t look frightening.

You halted slightly at the thought, fear creeping into your system. Ao’nung slowed his movements, squeezing your hands a little in encouragement. “It’s okay”, he signed, “He’s not going to hurt you. He knows we’re coming.”

You would’ve like to know exactly how he knew that, but instead, you just nodded, letting him guide you closer. Tse’tuk turned his head as he saw you approach, dipping his head in greeting.

Ao’nung swam up to him, giving you one last smile before he let go of your hands. The Tulkun’s eyes watched you for a moment, before they turned back to his brother. The waters juddered as the deep sound gurgled from his chest.

‘So, at last I meet the girl who managed to steal the heart of the future Olo’eyktan, the Tulkun mused.

Ao’nung rolled his eyes with a smile. ‘Be gentle’, he signaled, turning away so Leyra couldn’t understand him, ‘She’s scared’

Tse’tuk obviously wasn’t about to let go of the topic. ‘You didn’t tell her, did you?’

He frowned, making sure she couldn’t see him before he responded. ‘No. I’m not ready yet’

The Tulkun glanced at him as if all the teasing from his friends wasn’t already enough. And now, even Sully is mending in his business, the skwang. ‘That doesn’t sound like the warrior I bonded. Your heart is brave. Listen to that, not your fears.’

Ao’nung rolled his eyes, though his heart was beating frantically. ‘Are you done with the lesson?’

Tse’tuk gurgled some water up at him. ‘Bring her forward, but be slow. My mate’s coming and she doesn’t like rambunctious strangers.’

Ao’nung nodded, turning towards you as he extracted your hand. You sent him a bright smile and his heart fluttered at the sight. He wasn’t sure if he’ll ever have the guts to tell you just how beautiful he thought you were.

“Everything alright?”, you asked, a little nervously. The two stayed talking for a bit longer than you’d anticipated, and you began to worry a little whether the Tulkun had changed his mind.

Ao’ung’s eyes sparkled as he smiled. He offered his hand and you took it, after a slight bit of hesitation. “Come. He is looking forward to meeting you”

You bit your lower lip, as he pulled you closer to the mighty animal. You did your best not to shiver: you knew that Tulkuns could sense fear, just as well as they could feel the true strength of a Na’vi.

The Tulkun glanced at you, its yellow eyes glinting with friendliness. “I see you, Tse’tuk, brother of Ao’nung”, you greeted as a sign of respect, though your hands shivered a little through the movement.

You didn’t notice Ao’nung’s endearing smile, while he watched you. Tse’tuk’s eyes narrowed, resembling a smile that you found surprisingly adorable. The waters juddered as he responded.

“He says it is equally nice to meet you”, Ao’nung translated, though you noticed the twitch of his lips before he spoke.

Tse’tuk looked at him, then back at you as he spoke again. You sent a questioning glance to Ao’nung, who furrowed his brows a little. “He’s asking why haven’t you talked to a Tulkun before.”

You focused on slowing your breath, making sure you maintained your composure before you spoke. “I had an accident when I was little”, you signed, refusing to think about all the images that flooded your memory “a calf swallowed me while we were playing. It wasn’t his fault, but my tribe never gave shelter to Tulkuns after that.”

Ao’nung’s eyes widened behind you, but you didn’t notice. Tse’tuk’s response came slowly. “He says, ‘you have brave heart to dare talking to a Tulkun after something like that’ ”, the Metkayina boy translated. Tse’tuk kept talking.

‘It is a disgrace to injure any Na’vi for our kind. If that calf caused such harm to your life, he must be an outcast by now.’

As he translated, Ao’nung’s eyes widened even more. You sent him a brief glance before shaking your head. “Our tribe and the elders of the Tulkun held a great council afterwards. My parents spoke for the calf, and he was forgiven. In return, the Matriarch gave her word that they would steer clear of our waters.”

For a moment, Ao’nung forgot he was supposed to be translating as he turned towards you with a shocked expression. “Wait, really?”

Before you could reply, though, Tse’tuk spoke again. “He says, ‘that is not why he is outcast’ ” Ao’nung signed, “ ‘he has betrayed the way of the Tulkun, and disobeyed orders. He was cast out for his own good.’ “

You hung your head, a sad but apologetic smile on your lips as you replied. “I’m sorry that happened to him.”

Ao’nung eyes darted quickly between you and his brother before he signaled something to Tse’tuk. “That cannot be. Are you talking about Payakan, brother?”

The Tulkun’s tone darkened. ‘Yes. The outcast has bonded a forest boy who was lost over the reefs.’

Something twisted in Ao’nung’s stomach because the forest boy happened to be over the reefs that day because of him. “Are you going to tell her?”, he asked, the knot tightening in his stomach.

The Tulkun’s intelligent eyes studied him for a few moments. ‘What’s done is done. It is Payakan’s decision whether he’ll reveal himself to her. But he might tell his brother first.’

And Sully will definitely tell Leyra as soon as he finds out. Ao’nung wasn’t sure he was ready to consider that possibility.

Meanwhile, the object of his desire floated beside him, mostly oblivious to the discussion. “Ao’nung”, she signed, touching his shoulder, “what’s going on?”

‘Tell her to come closer’ Tsu’tek spoke, ‘She can swim with us if she wishes.’

He turned towards her, taking her hand into his. “He says you can touch him if you want.”

Leyra bit her lower lip nervously. Ao’nung’s eyes followed the gesture, and he pushed all the thoughts that flooded his mind aside. It wasn’t the first time he thought about kissing her, and it wouldn’t be the last.

She thought for a few more seconds, before nodding slowly. “Yeah. Okay.”

Ao’nung’s smile was proud, because he thought that was better than showing how much he admired her for her bravery. He saw right away how scared she was, and yet, her eyes spoke of nothing but determination.

He squeezed her hand once, before slowly pulling her towards his brother. He stood behind her while she lowered her fingers onto the Tulkun’s skin slowly, and tried not to smile when she shuddered a little at the contact.

She turned around in his arms afterwards, sending him a clear, bright smile, and Ao’nung was sure his heart would leap out of his chest if she began doing that more often. “Thank you”

“Anytime, starfish”, he mumbled, internally smiling. If his sister saw him right now, she’d tell him he was an idiot in love. No point in denying that.

Just then, another Tulkun approached them from the other side, swimming close to greet them. Leyra turned around suddenly, jumping a little from surprise as her eyes became wide with fear.

Ao’nung didn’t know why that was his first instinct but he pulled her to his side by the waist, and she didn’t push him away.

‘Don’t be afraid’, Tse’tuk said and he quickly reminded himself he had to translate,’ that’s just my mate, Eyok.”

The female Tulkun observed them for a few moments before she remarked cheerfully. ‘You brought your beloved to our waters’

Ao’nung gave up trying to count the times he repeated the same sentence. He made sure to sign quickly enough to that Leyra, who still clung to him, couldn’t understand. “She isn’t.. I haven’t told her yet.”

Eyok laughed, sending a spur of gargling water towards them. Leyra recognized the sound, seeming a little less terrified as she turned towards him. “She.. doesn’t mind that I’m here?”

The female Tulkun responded with gentle patience. ‘The brother of my mate is a brother of mine. His beloved is equally as welcome.’

Ao’nung refrained himself from rolling his eyes, as he turned towards the girl in his arms. “She says you may swim with us, if you’d like. She doesn’t mind.”

Eyok chirped sassily. ‘Did I say that?’

‘Gently, ma yawntu (my love/dear)’Tse’tuk interrupted gleefully, ‘Let’s not pester the youth. She is scared’

Leyra, who floated beside them, was still blissfully unaware of the discussion. Her mouth opened slightly from surprise at his words, before she smiled, turning towards the newcomer Tulkun. “I see you Eyok, beloved of Tse’tuk. My name is Leyra.”

Eyok chirped gleefully. “She says it’s nice to meet you too”, Ao’nung translated, intentionally ignoring the bickering of the two beside them as he turned fully towards her.

Leyra looked up at him with those big, beautiful eyes, and he couldn’t find the strength to tear his gaze away. “So..”, he signed, grinning, “are we going for a swim?”

——-

It was a while later when the two of you said bye to the Tulkuns, as you began swimming towards the shore. You felt comfortably numb from all the joy and adrenaline: you met not only one Tulkun but two, and you even swam with them.

Who would’ve ever thought that was possible? All thanks to the boy swimming beside you.

Ao’nung was seemingly lost in thought, his fingers woven into your own as you neared towards the surface. You were grateful for his help: your muscles felt sore, after all the swimming.

Once at the reefs, you pulled yourself up to the cliffs, shaking the water out of your hair as you waited for Ao’nung to arrive after you.

He came a few moments later, barely able to hold back a smile. “What is it?”, you asked chuckling as you stepped towards him.

He lifted his hand, revealing a small, purple flower between his fingers. “I found this”, he mumbled, the softness shining through his eyes, “it reminded me of you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. You took his hands into yours, examining the small, intricate patterns. “Oh Ao’nung, that’s beautiful! Thank you.”

As you lifted your eyes to look up at him, you found his eyes already focused on you, and you blushed. He smiled, gently tearing his hands away as he raised them to sneak the flower between your braids.

You kept looking at him, your heart thumping frantically in your chest. The sun had began to rise, and as the first streaks reached the cliffs they fell onto his features, highlighting the blue in his eyes.

He was long done with the gesture but his hands still lingered around your frame until you eventually placed them onto your waist.

Ao’nung glanced at you, surprise flashing across his eyes but he didn’t move away at all. You gave him a cheeky smile. Then, you stood onto your tiptoes and kissed him.

It was a bold move, and you didn’t know where exactly did you get the bravery to be so reckless. Maybe it was all the things he showed you tonight, or maybe you’d just decided to finally do something you wanted for a while now.

Ao’nung melted into the kiss slowly, his grip becoming firmer on your waist as he pulled you closer. He deepened the kiss, probably without thinking, so that by the time you pulled away you were both slightly out of breath.

He leaned towards you, resting his forehead on your own, and you probably would’ve blushed from the intensity in his eyes even if it wasn’t the umpteenth time you saw it. “If that’s what I get for one time, I’m going to introduce you to the whole Tulkun clan, starfish.”

You giggled, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Shut up you skwang, and tell me you love me.“

Ao’nung’s eyes glinted in amusement, that turned into something much deeper at your words. “Oh I don’t just love you. I want you to be my mate, starfish”, he said, switching to the tongue of the Metkayina. His voice was probably the rawest, most vulnerable you’ve ever heard him, “I want you to be the mother of my children, and be my Tsa’hik once I’m allowed to have one. I love you like I haven’t loved anyone else my whole life. I was a fool, for not saying it sooner.”

You stared back at him, a few tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. You didn’t even want to hide the smile that threatened to crack your face anymore. “I see you, Ao’nung” you replied, the same softness brimming in your tone, “you are brave, compassionate, caring and you have a good heart. I can’t imagine myself mating anyone else, even if you can be an incredibly big skwang sometimes.”

He laughed, lifting you up into his arms as he winked at you cheekily. “Does that still mean I’ll get another kiss?”, he teased, leaning into your lips.

“Only if you promise to introduce me to the whole Tulkun clan”, you grinned back, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as you kissed him firmly.

He made sure to leave you panting once more before he responded, staring into your eyes with a flame you now recognized as love. “Anything for you, starfish.”

———

We bid goodbye to our loverboy (for now) :33

BONUS:

Lo’ak sat on the large fin of the outcast Tulkun, as he listened to Payakan tell him about the latest development between the chief’s son and the girl he accidentally swallowed once. Tsireya was by his side, his arm hanging loosely around her shoulder while he watched the Metkayina girl gawk at all the new information.

“I can’t believe my brother would hide something like that..”, she muttered, looking up at him, “and even Leyra didn’t tell me!”

Lo’ak grinned, his heart fluttering like it did every time Tsireya said something to him. “Well, you know them. I have a feeling your brother will announce he’s chosen a Tsa’hik for himself in front of the tribe very soon.”

Tsireya tilted her head, sending him a cheeky smile. “No sooner than I convince my mother to let you stay with us. She can’t hold me much longer from choosing a mate once Ao’nung declares his choice is from an another clan.”

The Sully boy’s lips parted in surprise, as he glanced at the girl he loved, in his arms. Tsireya smiled shyly, giving him a kiss on the cheek before she dove into the water, resurfacing to smile sweetly towards him. “Come on. I want to be there when they present themselves to the clan.”

Lo’ak followed, though his mind was far away, fluttering somewhere over the coast along with his heart. He didn’t even try to hide the smile that stayed plastered to his face for the entire night afterwards.

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~The END~

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Lost over the Reefs

Ao’nung x reader

Part 4

Synopsis: hearts begin to flutter as the two of you start to realize your feelings for each other. The question is, will anyone have the guts to talk about it?

OR the Sullies immediately become united in faith when it comes to being wingmen

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->this’ll have more parts

->for the sake of the fic please overlook technicalities and timelines etc. (this is pure yearning, fluff and chaos :33)

->reader is an OC from another Metkayina tribe

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THE FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS OF AVATAR: THE WAY OF THE WATER but does not follow the plot!!

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Something shifted between the two of you after that. It wasn’t too obvious, but it was there, and both of you knew it.

Firstly, you noticed Ao’nung talking to the Sullies more often without the usual tension hanging in the air. At first, you were suspicious. Then, with a flutter in your heart, you realized he had simply taken your advice.

You’d gotten confirmation of that one day, as you were flying around with Neteyam on his ikran. You once told him how much you’d love to experience flying like that, so he offered, and then you made a silent pact to do it more often.

“You know..”, the Sully boy mumbled as he gently guided the animal between the cliffs, “Ao’nung’s become a lot more bearable lately “

You quirked a brow, grinning. “Is that so? “

Neteyam nodded, sounding a bit thoughtful. “Yeah. I don’t know what you did to him, but he’s acting.. different. I’m starting to think he’s not actually as much of a skwang as he seems. “

Something fluttered in your heart, though you weren’t really sure about the reason. “What I did to him?”

The eldest Sully brother smiled at you behind his shoulder, a knowing look glinting his eyes. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. He came back after the fight all patched up, he apologized to Lo’ak, and they’ve been hanging out since. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t any of his relatives who convinced him to do that. “

You bit your lower lip, becoming slightly embarrassed. “Well I might’ve pointed out you guys aren’t as different as he thinks. It’s all been him after that. “

“Well, if that’s all it took to make him listen than you might be more important to him than you think” Neteyam replied, “just saying. “

You shrugged it off then, but the words stuck with you for a long while.

Truthfully so, Ao’nung didn’t just make peace with the new comers. The more the days passed, the more you found yourself hanging out with him for no obvious reason at all. You walked along the reefs, dived deep into the sea under the guise of competing against each other, and coordinated The Sullies’ swimming lessons together on occasion.

The more you got to know of him, the more you recognized that not only could he be much less of an asshole if he wanted to be, but also that he had a whole, interesting personality under the obnoxious facade.

He was compassionate, intelligent, and deeply devoted once he began to like something. He also got annoyed easily at things, but now you were slowly becoming to notice the difference between when he was actually honest, and when he decided to hide his true feelings. Which he did surprisingly often.

He was also a true-born leader at heart, though you’d never tell him you recognized that. The boys in their tribe trusted and respected him, acknowledging his status even though he didn’t actually have it yet.

You noticed because after a while, even the Sullies began to listen to him to a certain extent, including Lo’ak, who’s otherwise been busy running around with Tsireya.

But what most surprised you was his general ability to get people to listen to him. When he taught the children, he told them stories and they all sat frozen in awe, with sparkling eyes. When he reprimanded the boys his age, he was firm, calculated and impossible to misinterpret. Ao’nung could threaten mostly anyone with just a glance, and a few words from him were enough to get all the other boys running off with their tails between their legs.

He could also maintain order just as easily as he created commotion. Once, he reprimanded a group of boys for insulting a little girl who was playing away with Kiri. He didn’t tell any of the parents, but the group had been making a new sailboat for the two girls for an entire week afterwards. The only reason you found out was because Tuk once began blabbering with exceeding joy in her eyes about the new toy Ao’nung got for them. You didn’t know which one of you were more amazed: you, or her siblings combined.

In the end none of you mentioned it to him, but when everyone began to go their separate ways, Neteyam bumped into your shoulder, a coy smile playing on the corner of his lips. “See? I told you.”

“Told her what?”, Lo’ak joined in, hitting his brother playfully in the back.

“That Ao’nung’s head over heels for her.”

“Oh that”, the younger Sully grinned, nodding vehemently in agreement, “yeah bro, he’s smitten. He can’t even hide it anymore.”

You rolled your eyes, trying your best to hide the frantic drum of your heartbeat. “And you concluded that from one act of kindness? C’mon guys, that’s a little far fetched.”

Lo’ak quirked a brow, exchanging a glance with his brother. “He never told you why we got into that fight, did he?” “Nope”, you shook your head, the flame of curiosity ignited in your chest, “just that he didn’t start it. “

The younger Sully rolled his eyes. “Maybe not with a punch, but his mouth ran like usual.”

“Yeah, cause you were the first who punched him, skwang”, Neteyam remarked.

“Because he accused me of planning to knock up his sister!”, Lo’ak hissed, acting like his usual dramatic self, “As if I’d ever do something like that.”

You, on the other hand, felt absolutely flabbergasted. “He did what?”

“You should tell her what you told him first”, Neteyam interrupted, giving his brother a meaningful glance.

Lo’ak grinned coyly. “Just the truth. That he can keep messing with us if he wants, but everyone knows that he doesn’t have the balls to tell a girl how he feels.”

“And that someone’ll eventually steal you if he keeps fucking it up like that”, the older Sully continued with a lopsided grin, “for once, you speak truth brother.”

Lo’ak rolled his eyes, punching his brother’s arm. “Shut up, skwang. Not everyone can be perfect like you.”

At other times, you’d have joined in on their shenanigans but now you were too shocked from the freshly revealed information. “So what you’re saying is.. you guys got into a fight over me?”

“Technically, we got into a fight cause Ao’nung is an asshole”, Lo’ak replied swiftly, “but yeah. I haven’t seen anyone as stupidly in love as he is. He’s just too much of a skwang to tell you.”

“Yeah well, then you clearly haven’t seen yourself bro”, Neteyam grinned, ducking the younger boy’s head under his arm. You both laughed as he tried to wriggle out of the chokehold. “Oi! Let go of me!”

“Who’s the skwang now, huh?”, you teased, grinning at Neteyam who smiled back wholeheartedly.

You didn’t notice Ao’nung, who stood a little further behind, watching the exchange with gritted teeth. He was initially going to steal you away, and ask you to walk with him when he found you with the Sully boys. You were laughing. With them. And he hated it.

You never knew, of course, because he’d never mention anything about it. In the end, he just turned around, stomping off to the reefs that were far enough so the wind wouldn’t carry your voice.

Meanwhile you, blissfully unaware to his thundering thoughts, were preoccupied with conflicted feelings of your own. Though you didn’t want to admit it, you found you began to like Ao’nung. More than you’d ever thought you would.

You just wished he’d tell you something, anything really, that’d mean he returned your feelings. Though this new information sounded convincing, you didn’t hear that from Ao’nung himself.

By now, his whole way of interacting with you had changed. He did small things, and he didn’t say much. But whenever he looked at you, his eyes talked, more than anything, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to tell yourself that it was hopeless.

But what little hope you had, often got crushed when you remembered how important his parents’ validation was to him. What if all of this was just to get into their good graces?

Above all, you were an eldest sibling too, and you couldn’t forget about your future, and your responsibilities. You also knew quite a lot about pleasing elders, and so, it wouldn’t have surprised if Ao’nung had fallen victim to the same.

You just wished that your heart didn’t ache so much every time you pondered over the likeliness of that possibility.

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A few nights later you were laying out over the reefs by yourself, when you heard familiar footsteps. A few moments later, Ao’nung lowered himself swiftly beside you.

You turned towards him immediately, propping yourself up on your arms as you gave him a small smile. “What’s a chief’s son doing all the way out here?”

Something flickered through his eyes. You noticed he seemed a bit more tense than usual, but he masked it with a grin before you could study him any further.

“Looking for his Tsa’hik”, he replied with a wink. He flirted like that with you sometimes, but you didn’t scold him for it and he didn’t take it any further.

“Mhm”, you turned on your stomach, looking up at him, “any particular reason?”

Ao’nung glanced down at you with a softness in his eyes that you knew he didn’t think you’d notice. “Most of your clan came for the festivities. I went to look for you but you weren’t there.”

“I didn’t feel like it”, you shrugged, glancing towards the plants that glowed gently in the night, “My parents are holding council with the elders anyways.”

“And you didn’t want to use that chance to sneak out?”Ao’nung retorted, suspicion rising in his voice.

“Not everything’s about sneaking out you know”, you remarked, hoping the change of topics would make him let go of the question, “Lo’ak’s had a bad influence on you. You’re starting to sound like him.”

Ao’nung stared back at you with a humorless smile at the corner of his lips. “You’d know what that’s like for sure.”

His voice sounded sharp, not entirely obviously, but you noticed the difference. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He averted his eyes with a huff. “Nothing.”

Well that was weird. He wasn’t usually liked this unless something was irking at his skin, but you’d die before you dared to ask him about it. Mostly, because then the question would’ve gone along the lines of, ‘So what, are you jealous?’

The two of you lay in silence for a while, until your thoughts riled you up enough to turn towards him. “I heard the Tulkuns got back today.”

Ao’nung glanced at you only for a moment before he turned his eyes back towards the night sky. “Yeah. I met my brother, Tse’tuk. He says they’ve had a fruitful voyage.”

You hummed, smiling quietly to yourself. “I wish could do that.”

He quirked a brow down at you. “Do what?”

“Understand their language. Our tribe doesn’t bond with Tulkuns so I never got close enough to learn”, you mumbled with a sigh.

You found these creatures mesmerizing, though truthfully, they could also be dangerous. As someone from the outside, it wasn’t advisable to approach a Tulkun without good reason.

Ao’nung was silent for a few moments, seemingly pondering over something before he responded. “I could take you.”

You, preoccupied in thought, didn’t hear him at first. “Excuse me?”

He propped himself up on his elbows, leaning a little forward and you acted like you didn’t notice all the defined muscles in his figure. “Come with me into the waters”, he repeated a little more confidently, “Tse’tuk likes strangers, I could introduce you to him.”

Your eyes grew wide in surprise. The idea sounded thrilling and terrifying at the same time. You bit your lower lip nervously. “I don’t know, I.. don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Ao’nung tilted his head in suspicion. “Why?”

“It’s just.. what if the Matriarch sees us?”, you mumbled, though you second-guessed yourself the moment the words left your lips, “I’m guessing not many would approve of strangers randomly going into their valley”

That’s the most ridiculous excuse anyone’s ever invented in all the Na’vi’s lifetime. Ao’nung saw through it immediately. “Oh come on, you’re just scared”

You huffed, crossing your arms, adjusting your top to make sure it didn’t slide into the wrong place. Ao’nung’s eyes followed the movement but he didn’t say anything. “Am not”, you muttered.

“Yes you are”, he grinned back, leaning forward so he could level with your eyes, “ I know when you lie, starfish. Admit it.”

You gritted your teeth. You didn’t know when refusing to break the eye contact became so intense with him. “You want the truth? Fine. Why don’t you tell me why you actually got into a fight with the Sullies?”

The smug grin broke off of Ao’nung’s features, fading into a frown of confusion. He probably aimed for sounding indifferent, but you noticed the storm behind his eyes. “What?”

“Not so confident now, are you?”, glancing into his eyes you tried to muster your most demanding glance, “If you lied to me, now’s the time to speak up.“

“I’m gonna break Sully’s neck”, Ao’nung gritted his teeth.

“You will not lay a hand on Lo’ak”, you retorted, leaning after him before he could try to run off. He huffed, but he didn’t try to snap your hands away, “or Neteyam for that matter. Is that understood?”

The storm became thundering behind his eyes, if possible, as he leaned forward, the cocky smile returning to his lips. “Really? Or what?”

“Or I might change my mind about you”, you retorted, sending him an expectant glance, “it’s not their fault you refuse to be honest with me.”

He looked hurt, slightly, if you’d ever seen him. “The only reason I haven’t drowned them yet is because you asked me not to. You should consider that before you keep judging me.”

“You remember that now, huh? Anything else stuck from that night, or is it just your ego that got bigger in the process?”

Ao’nung kept smiling, but there wasn’t anything genuine in the gesture. “I do happen to remember I lied to my mother.”

The unlikely remark caught you off-guard, throwing you a little off balance in the invisible chess match. You furrowed your brows, the anger in your mind numbing down a little. “What?”

Ao’nung avoided your gaze while he spoke. “She asked me how disgraceful did I think myself to ask Rey’ka to patch a wound up for me. I just told her she must be in her good graces to have agreed.”

Your lips parted in surprise, warmth slowly flooding to your cheeks. So his mother, the Tsa’hik.. mistook your work for your mother’s? Another Tsa’hik’s?

And he took the blame for it? “Why didn’t you correct her?” you mumbled, a little nervously, “she must’ve given you one hell of a time”

Ao’nung shrugged it off, though a small, shy smile played at the corner of his lips. When he looked at you, his eyes gave you the apology he could never muster in his words. “Yeah well. I promised to take someone to the Tulkuns. I’m just wondering if she’ll still come with me.”

You tilted your head, huffing as you rolled your eyes with a smile. “She might. If you promise to stop acting like the skwang you were tonight.”

The Metkayina boy looked you in the eyes as he stood up, offering his hand with a grin. “Of course. Where else would I get a Tsa’hik who actually endures me?”

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*smiles* So who’s coming for part 5?

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an accident, I swear.

fem!human reader x neteyam | 2.5k wc

summary: fluff! human reader is a nurse, treating the fallen na’vi and avatar friends of the lab when needed. one (possessive...) patient seems to keep having minor accidents; neteyam needs an excuse to see her whenever!!

a/n: do people care if I capitalize or not… I’m thinking of starting to do it for all future fics but does it ruin the aesthetics.. idk 🫣

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The lab was like a boundary between worlds- human constructed but softened by the Na’vi influence around, woven vines creeping up the metal beams. Bioluminescent plants grew across (what once were) sterile white walls. It smelled faintly of antiseptic, but also your perfume, a scent that kept you awake.

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