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middle school me reading the most jaw dropping toe curling traumatizing fanfic at 4 am when i had to wake up at 6 am
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𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐌
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝/𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞
All energy is only borrowed and one day you have to give it back. It does not matter how important you may be to someone, to a family. It does not matter how mighty you may be, that animals bow to you in the forest as you walk by, or how many victories you had earned. One day everyone’s time will come to an end. But no one, not even the soul returning to its Great Mother would be ready when that day would come.
You remembered that day. The day that the fiercest warrior you knew, the woman that had come to be a role model for you despite being so close to age fired her final arrow and closed her eyes forever. You remember the wails, the shrill screams that filled the camp as the war party came back painted in blood. So many lives had been lost that day, returning to Ewya, but none had been more painful than the loss of the Omatikaya’s Tsahìk. Your ears pinned back against your head as you winced trying to block out Mo’at’s screams as her final daughter, her baby lay dead in her arms.
It was a moon of great mourning in the clan after Netyiri’s death and everyone seemed to lose hope as they watched their Olo'eyktan placed the woodsprite on his beloved’s body. Jake was forcing the tears to stay in not wanting his children to see him break as Tuk was already crying into Neteyam’s neck, the young boy himself was trying to not sob. Lo’ak and Kiri leaned into Norm feeling numb and you stood behind Mo’at. It felt awkward for you to be this close to the front of the crowd. Yes, you had known Neytiri since you were young and you were in the same spot as you were for Sylwanin’s death all those years ago but for some reason this felt wrong. You felt like you were dreaming, waiting to open your eyes to find yourself in your small tent curled up in your hammock, Netyiri peeking in and teasing you for sleeping in while Tuk slid around her mother to come hug you.
But no, this was not a dream. You knew this. Ewya’s only job was to keep the balance. Your great mother never took sides and sometimes you wanted to curse her for it. But as Mo’at promised you while you both cried over Neytiri; “She has a plan for everyone, every rock, tree, creature. Down to the tiniest insect she has a plan.” Mo’at sounded as though she was trying to convince herself of this versus you as the two of you prepared to clean Netyiri’s body for her burial ritual.
As Jake rose to his feet, looking upon his mate's body one last time the clan knew that the ritual was over and it was time to disperse. Return to their tents to lick their wounds and pray to Ewya that she be merciful.
As for you and Jake you returned to your seperated tents, on different sides of camp to add a new bead to your songcord
It had been a few moons since the burial and things had returned to normal. If you could call it that. The clan had mainly tried to keep themselves busy, push down the pain and act as if it was not there. But there were some obvious changes as time had passed. Jake began to lead more war parties, each one becoming more violent, more casualties on either end. And unease that no one was bold enough to point out settled over camp. Everyone was on edge while working, waiting for the Olo'eyktan to announce a sudden war party outing.
You tried to not say anything to Mo’at but she noticed the changes. The more na’vi that came into the medical tent in need of healing. Soon it became so overwhelming you got little Kiri who was only eleven to come help. Thankfully she caught on quick and with you, Mo’at, and Kiri working together the camp was good in hands. You knew that had it not been for the three of you plus Tuk trying to keep everyone healthy (Tuk giving random na’vi flowers if she felt like they needed it) the camp would have been in Cold War mode just as it had been thirteen years ago when Jake first came.
Each day you sang your song chord, said your prayers to Ewya, asking for her help, for her guidance, trying to keep some sort of normality in your life. And everything seemed to slowly be mending itself within you. You had come to accept that Neytiri’s body was gone and that there were a few nights when you woke up to Tuk’s glowing tear filled eyes looking at you in the darkness in need of hugs. You did not notice the motherly role you had taken on for the four children. But Mo’at noticed. And Jake ignored it.
Today was what you personally considered a “good day”. There was a gentle breeze blowing through high camp, dark clouds forming in the distance with promising rain that would hopefully cool things down. You sat perched on a rock, Tuk in front of you and Kiri beside you. “Can you put beads in some of the braids?” Tuk asked tilting her head up to you, her hair a messy fro as you were re braiding her hair. “I can certainly try.” You chuckled looking around for some beads. You were not known for having styled hair so to speak. You kept your dark hair in its natural messy waves. A few braids and beads were placed in it here and there where Tuk and Kiri would mess with your hair. You never took out their braids no matter how loose or messy they were.
“Kiri, do you know where any beads might be?” You asked frowning as you found none around you. The young girl looked up from the mortar and set down the pestle thinking for a moment before nodding. “I know where sa’nok kept Tuk’s beads I’ll be right back.”
You watched as she scampered up the rocky path, stumbling once before disappearing into the Sully Family tent.
While you were too focused on Kiri you did not notice Mo’at coming towards you until Tuk wriggled out of your grasp, an excited squeal escaping her throat. Instantly your head whipped around and you witnessed Mo’at look down to her youngest granddaughter with a soft smile, patting her unruly hair. She whispered something that you could not pick up on. Tuk nodded her head and scurried past you and up the path to her tent where Kiri was existing only for her little sister to pull her back in.
After watching the whole scene take place you slowly shifted to Mo’at with a look of suspicion. You had a pain in your gut that something was about to happen that you did not like in the slightest. Mo’a took a seat beside you and held your gaze for several long moments and you only became more skeptical, your tail flicking with anticipation.
“There have been many moons since Neytiri’s death.” Moat began “The moon has been made full a total of twelve times since she has returned to Ewya and with each passing eclipse our clan is only led into more ruin. No clan is meant to be left without a Tsahìk. An Olo'eyktan needs his Tsahìk.” She gave you a hard look but you said nothing trying to decipher what she meant. You shook your head slightly.
“Forgive me Mo’at I do not follow. JakeSuli is still grieving he-”
“He is leading our clan to ruin. Eway has spoken and she has meant for him to be already mated by now. Our Great Mother needs a Tashìk to speak to. To help the Olo'eyktan.”
“What are you saying Mo’at.” You finally huffed out. “I do not see how JakeSuli’s need for a new mate has anything to do with me.”
“It has everything to do with you.” The elder responded, her tone sharp, like a mother scolding her daughter. “Ewya has spoken and she has chosen you for Tsahìk. You are to be mated with JakeSuli.”
It felt as though a hammerhead titanothere had trampled you in a blind rampage. They say you could not escape the Great Mother. No matter how far you run, where you hide or how hard you try to ignore her she will always find a way to make sure she is heard. You had been having dreams of you and JakeSuli leading together but each dream ended in hell. It was not something that you wanted. Jake’s heart belonged to Neytiri, there would be no love if the two of you were to mate.
“You have completed your ikinmaya and you have training in being a Tsahik. Ewya has spoken. This is her plan for you.” Mo’at’s words carried power in them. It was crippling. You felt as though you had finally gotten on the right path and now you had made a hard left turn and found yourself falling into a chasm. You had hoped that one day you would find yourself a mate and settle down and have beautiful children that you could guide and care for. But now any hopes of that had been turned into a fantasy never to come true.
“Does Jake know of this?” Was all you were able to get out, your voice cracking.
Mo’at shook her head, “JakeSuli is not yet aware of what Ewya has commanded but the time for him to know draws near.” The elder rose to her feet while you kept your head down, focused on the sandy earth below your feet. “I hope by the time that comes you are done being selfish and are ready to save your clan.” And with that she left you.
You lay awake in your dark tent, your eyes trained at the ceiling, Mo’at’s words from a few days ago swirling in your mind still.
“You are to be mated with JakeSuli” “This is her plan for you” “You are done being selfish.”
Selfish. Is that what she thought? After all you had done, the long days and nights you had put in, helping care for the sick and mend the broken. Was it so bad you had asked for a little goodness as a reward? You rolled over on to your side looking out the little window by your hammock, watching the dark blue sky bleed into red as the sun began to awake. Why did it have to be you anyway? There were plenty of fine people in the clan who would heal and talk to Ewya, even take care of JakeSuli’s kids. Maybe you would not be so opposed to it had those dreams not scared you. The dreams all ended the same way. The world turned gray as flakes of ash began to fall out of the sky, collecting around you. The sounds of your people’s screams of terror ring in your ears as the bodies start to pile and there you stand in the middle of it all.
As you watched the sun rise higher in the sky, Jupiter and its moons no longer in view you knew it was time to get up. As soon as your feet touched the floor you wanted to climb back into your hammock. You felt nauseated, something was going to happen today you knew it.
Walking out of your tent you stopped for a moment to survey all that was going on in the early hours of the morning. Few people were out, fetching fresh pitchers of water, collecting fruit for their breakfast. Seeing the delectable Yovo fruits growing in the grove made your stomach rumble and you figured that would be a suitable breakfast.
Making your way over, you nodded to a few people you saw, mumbling greetings as you walked passed. You made it to the grove and sought out the Yovo fruits. You picked your way through the plum colored fruits, holding them gently in your grasp testing the firmness, seeing which would be good for eating. Finally you came to a particularly large one. It was not too firm or soft and it was perfect in color. Gently you grabbed it by its base and twisted it. The stim popped off the bush and the fruit’s full weight sat in your palm. Placing the fruit in the small net satchel that hung across your body you went to look for some more fruits.
Coming across one of the Spartan plants you went to inspect the fruit but frowned noticing bites in the leaves. Had the pests made it onto the plants? You wondered as you picked a seemingly good fruit, but the moment you plucked it off its bush the fruit fell apart in your hands. The Spartan’s fruit’s insides had rotted and worms were all in it as a horrid smell came from it. On instinct you dropped the fruit and it splattered at your feet. This was not a good sign. Hesitantly you looked back to the bush and grabbed another fruit only to have the same thing happen. And another and another until the whole bush was bare. Each of the fruits that it had grown lay rotten and inedible around its roots.
You began to panic looking at the mess. Never had you seen something like this. And the gardeners would have noticed if one of their plants were diseased at this point with how meticulously they cared for each plant. No, something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong.
As you stepped into Mo’at’s tent you were not paying attention to where you were going and you walked straight into the back of someone. At first you were annoyed as you held your nose, your ears back. But when you looked up you were taken aback to find the Olo'eyktan standing in front of you, looking over his shoulder his arms crossed. Jake’s eyes seemed to narrow with resentment as his ears were pinned back slightly before turning back to Mo’at.
“Mo’at please with all do respect to you and to Ewya I am not ready to mate with another. It is not fair to your daughter.” Then it clicked, why he looked at you with such distain, why he was in Mo’at’s tent so early. She had told him about what Ewya wanted. For the two of you to bond and become two souls intertwined into one. Partners. Leaders together. And just as you had expected he was rejecting it.
“Bah! Do not bring my daughter into this.” Mo’at hissed. “It is as I told to this one.” She motioned to you. “It is Ewya’s will that you take her to be your mate. As much as you may hide JakeSuli.” She took a step to the Olo'eyktan and poked a bony finger to his chest. “Ewya will find a way, whether it be with peace or through violence her will shall be carried out.”
Her words sounded more of a threat rather than a promise, her voice dropping down to a dangerous whisper. But hearing what she said made your stomach drop, was that what the rotting fruit was about? Ewya’s anger at you for denying her? Was this going to affect the clan? This is not what you wanted, for the clan to be hurt by your arrogance.
When you looked back up at Mo’at she had that look in her eyes as if she already knew what you were going to tell her. “As you both can see, your ignoring of Ewya is starting to take a toll. Are you going to doom our clan to more suffering than we have already endured?” The elder asked and you winced.
You felt trapped, you were not sure any more as to what to do. What your heart wanted. You wanted what was best for the clan. What would keep your people safe. What would keep Tuk, Kiri, Lo’ak and Neteyam safe, even if that meant making sacrifices you realized it had to be done.
“I agree to be mated to JakeSuli.”
Your words did not feel as though they were your own. As if your mouth was being controlled by something, treating you like a puppet. To punctuate your words you nodded, holding eye contact with Mo’at.
“I agree.” You whispered, willing yourself to not look at Jake knowing there would only be a gaze of cold hearted hatred looking back at you. And you did not blame him. He was being forced to move on, say goodbye to his lover for the final time and have someone new by his side. Someone he did not want.
You did not blame him for he did not want you and you in turn did not want him. But as it had been said it was Ewya’s will.
And one way or another, through your aria of peace or Jake’s song of violence her will would be carried out.
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Jack harlow masterlist
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Last updated June 16th | 94 fics || 🔥 means personal favorite
Off the market • Jack Harlow where he’s in an interview, and the interview asks if he’s single? And he has a simple response, like “I’m happy.”
🔥Quickie • No explanation needed ~ smut
🔥Aftercare • 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ~ smut
Little Harlow • just a headcannon on dad jack and your daughter being his mini me
My girlfriend a nurse • SUMMARY: Can u do one where he is dating a nurse? And he mentions that in a interview. Or in the red carpet and he brought YN as his date and they are all touchy and YN gets shy when he talks about her
Catching feelings • SUMMARY: jack request where they’re fwb but he definitely caught feelings and very open about it but the reader is kind of having a difficult time to do the same since she’s scared that it might not work something like that and lose their bond 🙃
🔥Protective jack • SUMMARY: Can you do a Jack Harlow imagine where possibly your ex comes to a party you are both at and Jack is just really jealous and protective? Maybe some drama in between too for some spice loool Pleaseeee
Believe me • SUMMARY: jack thinks you like Urban, but that's far from the truth
I thought I hated you • SUMMARY: since high school jack has hated you. Despite being clay's friend he always found a way to pick on you and make you feel like shit. Now that he's older and mature he realized he did you wrong only because he was trying to hide his feelings
Challenge • teasing each other until one of you get sexually frustrated and fail the challenge ~ smut
Dilf • Dilf jack fucking his daughter’s best friend during a house party or sleepover 😩😍 ~ smut
Mile high club • What about Jack and his gf joining the mile high club pls ~ smut
🔥Hrs and hrs • SUMMARY: for your 2 anniversary Jack takes you to a resort. He makes your weekend Very meaningful and eventful ~ smut
Little • “He/She’s so tiny.”....
I love you • accidentally saying “i love you” too early, but the other pulls them in for a kiss and says it back.
Flowers for you • seeing you happy is all that matters.....
Hot • “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”.... ~ smut
In the middle of the night • “where should i fuck you? your choice.”..... ~ smut
Lines • Wait can you do a concept where Jack falls in love on with his (black) costar on set? 👀 it'd be so cute where they're reciting their lines as they film but then he starts stuttering and forgets because he thinks she's so pretty or when they kiss he forgets his lines afterwards 😭❤
Morning • Also maybe write a fanfic where he is taking care of his daughter/son when they are a newborn
New balance • dad jack getting matching fits & new balances for his girl & baby then having urban take little family pics for them 🥺
Early baby • SUMMARY: Jack is racing through traffic from the studio to get to the to the hospital where reader is in time to be there when their first child is born.
Early birds • Jack and you enjoying an early Saturday morning before the kids get up in a few hours, sleepy jack + soft sex with the sunrise peeking in 🥺🥰 ~ smut
Victoria secret model • SUMMARY: Jack having a day with the reader in Victoria secret he’s bored so she decideds to put on a show for him it gets really steamy In that little fitting room🤭🤭🤭 even a worker asks her if she’s okay
Sheigo • Girlie can u write something about reader dressing like sheigo cosplay and jack losing his shit
Funny seeing you here • SUMMARY: jack & reader had history, reader wasn’t well know back then but is currently coming up (actress?) then at like a event they see each other for the first in a while. & some of jack’s song are about their relationship, like ‘funny seeing you here’.
Scraped knee • Dad jack and you are in the living room working on your things, Jack working on some songs while you scroll through your phone. You both hear a loud whimper sound and when you walk out of the living room in a hurry to see your kid crying on the floor indicating that the kid had fallen and Jack just hating his kid crying so he picks them and holds them close to his chest as the kid cries
🔥Baby mama • SUMMARY: Can u do something Jack and reader have a child or children together and they split for a while.... jack gets a new gf and she's obviously jealous of the coparenting relationship jack and the reader have for their chil/children and says something slick about it and comes at reader sideways and jack ends up defending the reader obviously because she's the mother of his child/children and hes still got love for her, and the girlfriend ends up getting pissed off because jack defended the mother of his child? And then reader thanks him for sticking up for her and old feelings get brought up? Sorry I can't help but thing about how much respect/love jack would have for the woman that has his children😩
Do you love me • SUMMARY: If you’re taking requests for Jack: Jack and y/n have been dating for over a year but she’s not very good at admitting her emotions so they end up getting into an argument because Jack doesn’t think that she is serious about him so she goes and gets a tattoo of his initial on her ring finger to prove that she permanently wants him in her life and he gets emotional about it.
Pregnant on tour • SUMMARY: Jack request: Jack and the reader have talked about having a baby for a long time but they could never get the timing correct, so you finally decide that you’re going to get pregnant in the middle of a tour so that way when it’s over with can safely have your baby. So like a fic where you’re like three or four months pregnant on tour and everybody takes care of you. Jack is really worried about your morning sickness and stuff like that.
Short series:
SUMMARY: when jack wants to get away from his main girl, he comes to you to relieve his stress
Side piece part one
Side piece part two
Side piece part three
Falling • Hiii, I wanted to request something for the jack Harlow series. Where Jack, Rosie and you go to picnic and as you guys get there rosie runs to find your guys favorite tree and rosie plays around while you and Jack talk after awhile you both hear a cry as rosie comes and hugs jack hiding her face in his chest and when you ask her what's wrong she whimper saying she had gotten hurt and Jack goes all dad mode. Sorry if this is long and confusing ❤️
You're not pregnant are you • SUMMARY: Okay I have a request for Jack where his girl has an IUD that she got before she met him and when they started dating and having sex, she didn’t tell him about it bc she knew he was insistent on wearing protection bc he didn’t wanna have a kid yet and she didn’t want to make him feel like she was lying to trick him and she also knew he got around a lot so she was fine wearing protection for std reasons but over time she forgot to tell him and one day his friends are over and Neelam or urban’s gf ask Jack if they had any pads or tampons bc she started and he realized that since she’s been living with him he hasn’t seen her get her period and he panics thinking he got her pregnant🤣 I know this is very specific but I have an IUD and just thought about this scenario in my head and I can’t stop laughing about how panicked he would be 🤣
Mother's day • A little blurb of Rosie on mother's day?
Poison • SUMMARY: jack always had a thing for you ever since he met you through a friend . He craved being around you and having your attention. It's gotten to the point where you were all he ever thought about. He knew he had to get you.
Silent treatment • concept idea: reader and jack are early in their relationship (1-2 months) and nobody likes her, i’m talking neelam, urb, 2fo, etc. or they just leave her out of conversations and events and jack obviously takes her but they whisk him away and she feels left out. it’s not that she did anything bad they just don’t even have a valid reason for not liking her. then he finds her crying one night and then confronts them about it and they start to actually bond with her and like not just for jack’s sake but because she is actually fun and nice they just never took the time to realize (that was long LMAO)
Mistakes were made • I have a mini harlow request, where they are at a restaurant and reader orders something with ranch but rosie thinks it's something sweet and she asks to try it at which reader tells her that Rosie doesn't like it but Rosie asks again at which reader gives in and let her try it only for her to make a face and spitting it out while reader and Jack try to hide their laughs. (Mini Harlow)
Manifestation • Could you write a story about Jack dating a spiritual/witch girlie? 🧘🏽♀️ I know that Jack believes in manifestation but imagine she'll teach him what the crystals his fans give him mean, he feels better when she sages the house, or he just finds her so fascinating (her beauty, her vibe, and her beliefs) 🤍
🔥Kentucky derby • Can you write something where the reader is 6 months pregnant at the Ketucky Derby. Jack is very protective. And Jack also wants to show your baby bump to the crowd. Your shy, but you'll do it for Jack. Can also add Drake being protective also.
Vibrating panties • do a fic about jack having one of the remote controlled vibrators and he teased y/n out in public with it?
Miscarriage • SUMMARY. i saw that soemone requested a misscarriage fic so heres my idea. you were at jacks parents house. and everyone was out. so jack was out at the studio with neelam and urban. jack urban and neelam were talking outside. maggie gets there and goes inside. youre like 16 ish weeks along. maggie finds you on the floor bleeding a lot and yells for jack. he comes in and just fully freezes up and cant move and is just crying. and maggie and urban and neelam are trying to help you. but youre basically out of consiousness but keep saying softly something like, jack everythings ok love. thats kind the end of my idea.
Strawberry patch • SUMMARY. Ok jack taking Rosie to the strawberry patch. She's wearing her little strawberry overall like strawberry shortcake and she's wearing a bucket hat uncle urban got her!! Love you<3 (mini Harlow)
Face mask • Jack putting a face mask on his girl who sitting on the sink?
Uwban • The baby saying urban instead or mummy or daddy!!
Family • Please write something where your baby is crying and you and Jack comfort them together
The couch • A blurb request. Jack getting home late and finding you sleeping on the couch
We don't sing that • We're on dad jacks train I see. How about jack catching his daughter seeing one of his songs
Breakfast • Jack waking you up in between your legs 🤗 smut
Be my forever • can we get a lil blurb of jack proposing to reader?🥺
Clothing shopping • Reader getting insecure while shopping for clothes with Jack and he's there to pick her up x
Needles • Okay this is a silly thing but I always faint when i get my blood taken cause my body just shuts off so maybe you could write something about that like Jack being an absolute angel through it cause lately I had to go to the hospital a lot for that but if you don't want to please don't 🧡
The sickies • Rosie getting sick With a fever and start throwing up. JACK takes care of them because you're out but she's dying to see you
She's the one • What about like Jack's fam not really being sure if you're the one but you two stay over at there's and they like overhear you two laughing together cause Jack is like tickling you or something
Dates • request! Getting lost in IKEA date and target date
Hentai • SUMMARY. You and Jack are filming for white man can't jump. You both hit it off and flirt like crazy with each other. One night when you both are supposed to be reading your script you decide to act out the sex scene which leads to more.
I got you • Can you make a lil fic of the reader and Jack just having their second child but the reader is going through postpartum depression. Maybe something with the reader reaching a breaking point and freaking out at Jack and their child but instead of being an ass Jack is a supporting husband and helps.
In the song • OMG I'm sooo in love with Little Harlow! Can I please request one where Jack uses her voice or voice-mail in the song, so when he plays it for her reaction is funny, but she is all happy and screaming "that's me, that's me"!! Thank you
She's just a baby • How about you all are getting ready for the beach but jack sees Rosie wearing a two piece and goes all dad mood about it lol
Sister bond • How about Rosie and a few week old clementine bonding. Maybe Rosie always wants to hold her and she points out her little smiles and stuff ❤️❤️❤️
I'll teach you • SUMMARY. “Jack teaches the reader how to properly finger herself After she can't orgasm” ✨SMUT✨
Lovers to strangers • can you just a jack harlow fan fic where he cheats on his gf and she finds out i want lots of ANGST
9 months • Can you do a fanfic where it’s shows that jack is wit the reader though out the whole pregnancy and the birth too
What did you say • Mmmmh reader and Jack get in a fight and Jack accidentally calls reader a different name
🔥Introvert • jack and yn spend the whole day out together but she's an introvert so when they get home she wants alone time and he gets in his feels cus he can never get enough of his girl. clingy jack pls
A little crush • Reader and Jacks toddler having a little crush on one of the other guys. I can see Jack being so salty about it
On set • Hi I heard you were requesting blurbs? Can you do one with a black!reader who’s an actress that Jack has a crush on.
Childhood crush • What about one where Jack is jealous about the reader’s childhood crush on Drake?
My girl • Hi :) I'm a sucker for cute shiii so was wondering if I can get a fluffy Jack scenario where you're sitting on his lap and you're just keep complimenting him and calling him cute and stuff while you're cupping his face sksksksk
Home • “Jack comes back from tour”
🔥On cloud nine • Ok but can you write this but with jack 🥲that was literally the sweetest think I’ve ever read
Not the right time • I sent in the ask halfway complete, I was going to do a request too, would you do a leaving him at the altar one but not because they fall out of love just like sadness or something happened?
Up in the sky • In honour of Urbs insta story, can we have mile high club smut with either Jack or Urb pls
The ways Jack touches you:
What's it like sharing a bed • Can you write something about what it's like to share a bed with Jack, like maybe he can't sleep without touching and he always has a hand on you even in his sleep
Mrs. Harlow • Hello! I hope your day has been great! 💜 I was wondering if you could write a fic of Jack and reader getting married? If not, that’s okay! 😊
🔥Sundress season • Summary: “Jack fucks you in a sundress after your teasing”
Be who you • Can you do a imagine where Jack shows support to his gf who's bisexual for pride month and makes a tiktok where him and urban sing to the reader "Be who you areeee, for your priiiiide!!!" Lmao 💀 happy pride everyone btw! 🌈💖
That boyfriend • Jack being protective and attentive without even knowing he is or thinking twice about it like always walking on the outside of the curb or sees you struggling to open a bottle and he just takes it from your hand and opens it no questions asked and holding you close when you walk through big crowds especially at his concerts
Pretty mama • Can u do one where reader gets insecure about her body after giving birth to the new baby and Rosie hears her talking bad about herself so Rosie tries to cheer her up?
IG live • I just want more jack and y/n on IG live interacting with fans and each other🙄
Skydiving • Jack and reader go skydiving but he pranks her making the pilot seem like the plane is going down reader is scared of heights and planes and gets anxiety do to them and jack convinced her to go with him beside her fear -🌊
Beach break • Summary: Jack inviting the reader on vacation with him and he can't keep his eyes off her(childhood friends)
Different kind father's day
Two!? • Jack and reader go to the ultrasound sound for there first child but they discover they are having twins do to readers genes on her fathers side and they are both boys though it would be funny considering jack wants girls
Everything changed • 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Reader admits to jack that she never wanted to have kids until she met him and thats when everything changed for her as she didn’t want to put her kid with what she went through cause her dad only came around when he needed her and she didn’t want to talk to him every again when she had turn 17 and she knows that jack would never do that with his child and her
The ways/reasons jack kisses you
There's someone else • 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄
Gentle • hii idk if u take requests but i wanted to ask u if u are open to writing abt like reader and jack have sex for the first time after she gave birth and he is like super gentle and sweet with her cuz she is scared it will hurt? :)
B.E.T awards
So about those eight daughters • Jack talking about what reader thinks of them having 8 daughters on a podcast
Sit down, relax • Summary: after a long day of taking care of your kids jack ask you to sit down. You were very surprised when he told you where
Biggest supporter • Rosie’s first dance recital and jack being like the mom from mean girls lol
A titty • Rosie getting her first pet(can be any animal)
What are we? • If you’re taking requests/concepts can I request where Jack & reader are on the talking/dating stage. But she gets word of the rumor going around about him and Lori? (Too soon? Someone else then??) reader confronts him and they get into a huge argument??? Ion something around that lol. Thank you in advance & again thank you incase you’re not taking these kind of requests ❤️❤️
The lies within us • the reader finds out Jack's cheating while she's pregnant with their child
What happens in the kitchen stays in the kitchen • you and Jack decided to bake some brownies. It doesn't go well seeing how you both were baked yourselves
First show • insta au
First show • Rosie's first show with Jack. She's her daddies biggest fan
𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
• all my fanfictions for kylian here • there's mature writing here • community labels are a thing so if you want to read smuts, change the labels
🩷 = mature
♥︎ My kylian scenarios are right here. I love scenarios so please send some if you want maybe I'll write one into a full fic
Space: part one | part two
ooohhh glad you're back to write new fics! how about something angsty with kylian mbappé where he loses his fiancé due to him "needing space" over a petty issue and only for him to regret and try to win her heart back
Pr or more: part one | part two🩷| part three🩷
you and kylian are in a PR relationship to boost your career, but there was one small problem.. you both hated each other! Or did you....
Little things
Imagine you were heavily pregnant and Kylian always comes to the rescue anytime you need him like coming home with your cravings, massaging your back and feet, cuddling, putting on a comfort movie and reassuring her that everything’s gonna be ok🩷
Little creation
Ok since you're talking about kylian and giving him babies what if you have a little baby and he's doing press and his baby sitting on his lap babbling into the mic and distracting him and everyone in the room? I can imagine him smiling so hard at his little creation
Can't get you off my mine 🩷
Summary from my scenarios: a kylian fic where you both broke up but neither you or Kylian can have sex with anyone else so you both run back to each other for a night of passion
Sinful 🩷
I've a Kylian request for suurrreeeeee. What about going on vacation with Kylian as friends but you've feeling for each and him burning his skin while sunbathing and then you try to help by applying moisturizers and creams on and you know how things can endddddd
Distraction
Hey, for a Kylian fic I wanted to request: how about Kylian taking his daughter to training and theyre filming the Paris “no comment” series that day, so in the end its just his little girl commanding everyone around and getting treated liked the princess she is
Foggy glass 🩷
Smut Request}You’re about to go to bed. Kylian is needy, but you’re a little apprehensive because you’re on your period. Kylian doesn’t mind, and he convinces you into having raw period sex. There’s a first time for everything.
Twisted
Can I please have one where Kylian and reader have an argument, he walks out, she tries to hold back her tears until she goes upstairs into the bathroom and trips over a stair, sprains her ankle, she screams in pain and tries to phone Kylian but no answer, she goes into the kitchen to get an ice pack and goes to sleep until he comes home, he finds her waking up, he admits he fucked up and apologises, he asks her questions on why there’s ice but she says she’s ok until he sees her swollen ankle, takes her to hospital and doesn’t leave her side (I’d love to see comfort Kylian at the end) pleaseeee💕
Genes
No but imagine Kylian and you comparing baby pics😭😭😭 And you guys play fight about how your baby will look more like. Omg he makes a side by side of you two , and posts it as a poll. He asks his followers who they think has the stronger genes. Omg and when you’re baby is finally born she looks exactly like Kylian, but as she gets older she has the same face moles that you have. When he finally posts the baby his caption is, “well I guess my competitiveness has no limits. Cause our baby looks exactly like me. It looks like I gave birth to her myself🫃🏽🤣”
Sunday
No cause imagine every night/morning Kylian would nag you into pulling your shirt up so he can speak to his baby😭He’s just always wanting to touch your belly cause he’s so proud and thankful. He’s extra protective of you now that you’re pregnant. He’s always been so protective of you, and he doesn’t care who it is. He won’t tolerate it if anyone disrespects his woman. Sometimes he’ll just catch a glimpse of you and your belly and he’s in awe. In awe that he got so lucky.
PR or more • kylian mbappe | prt one
SUMMARY: you and kylian are in a PR relationship to boost your career, but there was one small problem.. you both hated each other! Or did you....
WARNING: they hate each other I guess
PAIRING: kylian mbappe x f reader
GENRE: mix or angst and fluff
WORD COUNT: 900
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I'll write a part two don't worry
Masterlist coming soon
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Kylian eyes were focused on the road in front of you both. His grip was tight on the steering wheel. Not one word was said between the both of you as you rode in silence.
You both were on your way to a charity event. For the past 3 months you have been in a PR relationship with each other. You were a model who’s career needed a little boosting and your managers thought you being with kylian, the very popular football/soccer player, was the best idea for you.
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I'll be updating is as we go along and rebloging when there's a new content.
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Chapters:
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» Trailer | I just want you to know who I am
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five — chapter playlist
Six + EXTRA CHAPTER 6.1
EXTRA CONTENT: Taylor's Camera Videos
Seven
Eight
Video Aesthetic — something that i want [1]
Nine + EXTRA CHAPTER 9.1 — chapter playlist
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
EXTRA CONTENT: Taylor & her father
Fourteen
EXTRA CONTENT
✨ Taylor taking care of Kylian blurb by @okayymochi
Boardgames Blurb
✨ Dortmund Vs. Chelsea watch Blurb by @okayymochi
"it's ok” — Blurb
Uncle Messi Blurb
"relax" Blurb
Showers — Smut
Like children blurb
TBA
em’s footy masterlist
KYLIAN MBAPPÉ
Reine (series masterlist) * completed
A week-long trip to a remote town near Lyon, France with friends, including a bickering but sweet Kylian who has to room with the reader. He fell first, but she fell harder.
Comme les Fleurs (series masterlist) * ongoing
Left with no other options, Kylian must rehab his newly injured leg at a stranger’s home for the next month and she isn’t at all what he expects. Meanwhile, Aurèle has to deal with easily-irritated and sullen Kylian as she opens her home to him.
Small Fiasco
Inviting Kylian to your coworker’s retirement party may have taken a sudden shift when a drunk coworker decides to make remarks towards you.
It Was Never Us
→ It Was Never Us (part two) completed
Angst-filled two-part series that follow an exhausted footballer!reader after she has had enough of Kylian’s antics.
Complex
While trying to balance two very different and busy lifestyles, a testy week ensues.
PSG Sweethearts
As Valentine’s Day rolls nearby, the men and women’s team of PSG scramble to set up for their tradition PSG Sweetheart gathering. One of them has a special confession to finally make.
The Perfect Ruse
A secret journalist!reader is tasked to reveal Kylian’s transfer rumors.
13 Laughing Emojis
Wanting to see Barbie during Kylian’s transfer incites chaos on Twitter.
JUDE BELLINGHAM
Love All
→ Love All (part two) completed
In which both the reader and Jude are paired for a mixed doubles tennis tournament while sharing an embarrassing history.
TRENT ALEXANDER-ARNOLD
Another Round?
One conversation about your sexual desires leads you bent sideways with the last person you expected.
Last updated: 25 July 2023
Disclaimer: I do not take requests because I am very busy but I hope to one day open them up! Everything I write is a work of fiction. Their actions do not reflect the real life actions or character of Mbappé, Belllingham, and Alexander-Arnold—it is fiction.
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Tale As Old As Time | Joel Miller Fantasy AU (Chapter One)
Series Summary | A Prince, cursed to be unloved, hardened by years of staring at his scars and sitting in his loneliness. A girl, headstrong and wanting of adventure, to escape the life curated for her, a breath of fresh air against the dark of his heart and his home. Can she really learn to love the beast he has become? Truly, a tale as old as time.
Chapter Summary | The origin of a cursed Prince and a girl, unwilling to set aside her dreams for a fate already decided on, thrown together with consequences neither of them could have dreamed about.
Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader (Beauty and The Beast AU)
Chapter Warnings | Descriptions of magic, discussion of arranged marriages/betrothal, people being mean, an obnoxious male figure, what is essentially a kidnapping, talk of food, no use of Y/N, but I believe that to be it.
Word Count | 4.5K
Authors Note | You guys simply have no idea how truly excited I am to finally be able to share this with you. This is so out of my comfort zone but holy HELL I've had the best time creating it, and I really hope that you enjoy reading it just as much. Again, just a massive shout out to @cavillscurls for gifting this idea to me and trusting me to bring this to life for her, I really hope I do it justice for you! And another big thank you to @dinsdjrn for casting an eye over this first chapter to make sure it wasn't absolute clown shoes. I'd really love to know what you guys think, so please leave a comment, reblog or pop over to my ask to spread the love. And as always, if you'd like to leave me a tip, you can do so here on Ko-Fi.
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He often thinks back, in the depths of the dark nights he spends alone, to the moment that changed everything. He was, once upon a time, happy. Vain, conceited and a pompous asshole, but he was happy. The kingdom, handed to him quite abruptly on the death of his father. The power and the riches which had been rationed to him before, now all his own to do with as he pleased. A palace, full of beautiful things, beautiful people, there was nothing he could have wanted for. There were parties, opulent and extravagant, filled with beautiful women who would fawn over his every word. Days spent hunting, ignoring all his other princely commitments because he could, he made the rules.
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To Hell and Back l One (Joel Miller x Female Reader)
Series Masterlist
Summary: After escaping a group of brutal slavers, you are left with permanent physical and emotional scars. Unwilling to put your trust in another human being ever again, you spend a year fighting for survival alone in the post outbreak world. But when you choose to save the life of a man named Joel Miller, the wall that you’ve built to protect yourself slowly begins to crumble.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+ only, minors DNI. Canon violence, canon language, brief mentions of slavers, brutality, torture, assault, guns, reader is an archer, mentions of hunting, animal death, injured/unconscious Joel, very minor mentions of blood, age gap (reader is 30, Joel is 56) very brief mention of scars, reader does not/cannot speak at times, a lot of internal dialogue from reader, at one point reader does try to speak to Joel but she is unable. *please be advised that no specific diagnosis is used or will be mentioned, I’m writing the series with the idea that reader herself cannot fully comprehend her inability to speak at times. Basically the gist of it is we have a very traumatized person who does not realize just how traumatized she is.
Word Count: 8.1k (good lord I am so sorry)
A/N: Not a whole lot to say except for that this is...different. At least I think it is, I could be wrong lmao. This is by far one of the most challenging things I have ever decided to write, but hopefully it turned out okay. This was meant to be up a couple of days ago, but I have been having a hard time with some things going on in my personal life (I finally have hot water tho lol) For anyone who has been waiting to read this or any other of my works in progress, just know I appreciate your patience so, so much. Also I wrote the first draft in a different tense and did not like it so back to the usual tense I write in!
California l Fall, 2023
You’d been on the run since dawn.
𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕
part 1 | next
Neteyam x ¡fem! reader
word count: 4.3k
language: Tsahik- spiritual leader , yawntutsyíp- little loved one, nantang- viper wolf
description: Torn between your duty and heart your emotions rage wildly. Your anger being directed on a na’vi that does not deserve such a burden. Yet, you could not find it in your heart to see it any other way. Not allowing anyone but your betrothed to see how you really felt about it all.
Any female na’vi would kill to have the news you had just received, but you felt nothing but dread. Stomach dropping you looked to the Tsahik. “What?” Praying to eywa that you heard wrong you questioned her words. An expression painted on your face like you had seen a ghost. “Eywa has chosen you as Neteyam Tsahik.” Voice joyful Moat repeated herself. Stomach churning you felt like you wanted to throw up. A sick feeling flooding your body. “Eywa has blessed us! Our daughter has been chosen!” Voice dripping with excitement your mother embraced your father. Yet, you could feel no such joy as your eyes seem to drain of light. Neteyam? You mate with him? What a joke! “There must have been a mistake.” A gasp left your mothers lips at your words, a deep frown making its way onto your fathers face. There was no doubt a harsh scolding would be given once the Moat left the tent. “You dare question the will of Eywa?!” Voice accusing the Moat turned towards you. Offense evident In her tone.
Ears pinning to your head you looked up to the Tsahík with cautious eyes. “Of Course not! It’s just, they’re so much more talented healer in this clan.”Spitting out the fast excuse you saved yourself from the Moats fury. Her face visibly relaxing as a scoff left her lips. “There is no one but you my cild. Do not question your skill you are one of the best I have taught.” Forcing a smile onto your lips you shyly nodded. You had to seem as if you were happy, be normal. “I do not deserve such praise.” A hum of approval left your fathers throat at your humbleness a proud look adorning his face. A small laugh leaving the Moats lips as her eyes scanned over you. “We must begin to prepare for the announcement. I want you at the chiefs tent first thing tomorrow.” Stern yellow eyes scanning the room each of you nodded in acknowledgment. Your mother quickly ripping herself from your fathers side she sucked up to the elder. Your face scrunching up as you cringed at her actions. Acting as if the woman could not even open the flap of your home on her own.
“This is an honor y/n.” Seeming to sense your discomfort your father reassured you. Looking at him with soft eyes you forced another smile to your lips. “Of course father, it is just a lot to take in, may I get some air?” Taking a deep breath you placed your hand on your heart pretending to struggle to breathe. “Of course, do not go far it is past eclipse.” Nodding in acknowledgment you hurriedly rushed out your home. Ignoring the calls of your mother as you rushed to the other side of the village. A rush of panic serging through you as you made it to your friends house in record speed, bursting through the entrance of her home. “Fya’olor! It is urgent we must speak.” Tone full of panic and sorrow Fya’olor immediately rose to her feet. Her face covered in worry and confusion. You never use her full name. Assuring her mother she would be back soon the female quickly followed you. “Y/n it is past eclipse what is this important?” Grabbing her hand you placed your fingers to your lips signifying she must be silent. Wasting no time the two of you snuck to the edge of high camp away from any prying ears. Fya’olors worry only seemed to grow as she silently tracked behind you. Finally you reached an isolated spot Fya’olors heartbeat now matching yours as anxiety started to creep in. “What is wrong my friend.”
Stomach churning with anxiety you looked into your friends eyes. Feeling as if you had betrayed her you desperately grabbed onto her hands. “Please, do not hate me for the words about to leave my lips.” Piercing her lips together Fya’olor sent you a stern gaze. “I have know you since we were kids how could I hate you.” Eyes glossing over you could not seem to meet her gaze. The next words leaving your mouth in a choked in a small voice as you suppressed your tears. “I am to be mated with your lover Fya’, I am betrothed to Neteyam…” Lump growing in your throat you felt like the world around you had gone silent. Fya’olor hands becoming stiff in your hold as you slowly looked into her eyes. A pain and sadness swirling between the two of you. There was no need for words as Fya’olors lips parted, but a word never lefts her lips, in its stead was a choked sob. Her slim body falling to your feet. A sadness like no other enveloping her as your words seemed to echo in her head. “I am so sorry Fya’. I am so so sorry.” Dropping down with her the two of you could only embrace each other. Her hands seeming to dig into your skin with a supernatural grip as her sobs echoed through the night. Your heart breaking with every cry that left her lips. Your friend shattered by the reality of her world. Oh how cruel Eywa could be.
Waking the next morning you recalled the events of last night. A sadness that was almost numbing seeming to awake with you. It did not take long for your mother to rise as well, rushing you to prepare yourself. You could share none of her excitement as she picked out your outfit. The fabric clingy tightly to your skin as you placed the top on. Your mother insisting you must wear the tight top as they would most liking be fitting you for a ceremonial outfit this morning. Pushing your sickening feelings down you tired your best to match her excitement. You did not wish to sour your family’s mood, always one to rise to their expectation. The fear of disappointing your parents never far from your mind. “You are beautiful yawntutsyíp.” Hands placed on your shoulders your father looked at you lovingly. Pride practically shinning through his yellow eyes. “She was chosen by Eywa after all” Resting her hands on your fathers biceps your mother wore a proud smile. Both of your parents eyes admiring the woman you have become, the woman they had shaped you into.
For the first time since the news you felt a warmth envelop your body. A soft smile on your lips as you basked in your parents satisfaction. The comfort of their support and pride wrapping around you like a blanket. Mood slightly improved you attempted to push down the feeling of betrayal you felt as you walked to the chiefs home. Ignoring the sick feeling you felt twist in your stomach as you walked through the entrance. All eyes now resting upon you and your family. A series of greeting soon filling the space around you. “Oh y/n, my mother has told me much about you.” Greeting you Neytiri wore a warm smile on her face. Yellows scanning your body. Deeming if you were good enough for her son. “It is wonderful to speak with you Neytiri.” Gesturing a formal greeting Neytiri let out an approving hum. “If you do not mind we will begin immediately, Neteyam is already in the other room.” Voice calm and welcoming Jake spoke with a professional tone. Seeming to address all three of you.
“Of course. The sooner the better.” Responding, your father was quick to speak up. Wasting no time Neytiri lightly tapped your shoulder gesturing for you to follow her. Nodding you followed the woman into another room. There was feathers and fabrics everywhere, every color you could ever imagine meeting your eyes. Scanning the room in amazement you attempted to take in everything. Spinning around to soak in all the details. A small laugh knocked you out of your trance. Cheeks heating up in embarrassed as you eyes found the source. Sitting down on a makeshift bench familiar yellow eyes watched you with the ghost of a smile still on his lips. “Neteyam.” Silently warning her son Neytiri eyes slightly glared at the male. Finding it comfortable behind the female you stayed where you were eyes avoiding Neteyams. “I will go get the seamstress. You two stay put.” Cursing to Eywa you watched her slender form leave the room. A thick awkwardness wasting no time filling the space around you.
“It’s funny the first real words I say to you are because you are getting fitted for the cloths you will wear when we announce our union.” Tone calm Neteyam attempted to start a conversation. Rising to his feet as he approach you figure. Your muscles stiffened and awkwardly as you stood eyeing the approaching male as if he was an alien. “I find no humor in our situation. I am the cause of Fya’s pain, this union is a curse.” Real feelings unmasking your eyes met Neteyams. Gaze cold and hard you looked into his warm ones with nothing but anger and sadness. “How did you-“ cutting himself off It seems all the puzzle pieces were coming together in his mind. Suddenly knowing why your name sounded so familiar when it left his parents mouth. “You are the friend Fya’oro is always talking about.” Taken aback It was as if all the air had been sucked out of his lungs. A vulnerable feeling rising with the knowledge that you knew about his secret relationship he tried so hard to hide. “She told you!?” Voice rising in frustration Neteyams soft features soon twisted into an anger.
Watching his reaction you couldn’t help but allow sick laugher to fall past you lips. You did not find anything humorous yet if you did not laugh you knew the tears would soon be cascading down your face. “And that is a problem? Did you wish to decive me and continue to see her? Lead her on with more false hope until we are boned together? Hurt her with even more empty promises?!” Anger bubbling up you lashed out on Neteyam. Your tone dripping with venom. “Fya’olor tells me everything. Why? Why hurt her when you knew you would be promised to someone?” Voice cracking you felt sorrow for your friend. Your heart burning with your betrayal to her, your sorrows, and the boiling anger for the na’vi in front of you. “You have no business questioning my relationship.” Anger turning into defense Neteyams yellow eyes burned into yours. Obviously not please with the extent of information you had on him. “Besides I always thought it would be her” Mood now dampening Neteyams facade seemed to crack. The sadness in his tone prominent.
“It should have been. You are lucky I have a sense of duty or I would have fled. It’s sickening, being tied to a man who tells no truths.” Heart heavy you turned away from the male. His response never leaving his lips as a na’vi burst through the entrance. Fabric and pins tied to her loincloth. “Hello to the new happy couple!” Voice high the seamstress wore a smile from ear to ear. As if you had not been arguing a minute ago you expertly placed a fake smile on your face. “I can not wait to see your masterful work on us.” Responding to her with as much enthusiasm as she displayed you wore your mask perfectly. Of course, the golden boy of the clan, had no trouble following your lead. Placing a hand around your shoulder he brought you into him. Suppressing a visible cringe you tired to not let your true feelings show as you felt his sickening heat mix with yours. “I trust you will give us breathtaking outfits.”
“Oh, I am pleased you two are getting along so well.” Trailing in Neytiri wore a soft smile. Your mother not far behind her with a matching expression. “Eywa never chooses wrong after all!” Adding to the previous comment your mothers eyes glistened with happiness. “Well we should get stared shouldn’t we?” As the suggestion left the seamstress lips you wanted to thank Eywa. Using her suggestion as a chance to pry Neteyams arms off you. “I will be first!” Masking your eagerness to get away from the male with excitement you made yourself seem ecstatic. The lingering feeling of his touch making you want to scrub your skin raw. Your mind swirling with all the ways you despised the male. Pain and anger swirling in your mind as the na’vi fitted you. By the end of it you came up with a final conclusion, you despised Neteyam, his arrogance, his empty promises to your friend, and the way he seems to be moving on like it was nothing. Cursing him in your head you continue to wear your joyful mask through out the morning. An exhaustion like no other hitting you as you escaped from the suffocating home.
Allowing your face muscles to relax as the cool breeze brushed pasted your form. A peaceful ness like not other washing cover you as your body took you to the healing tent. You knew in a few days you would be having the ceremony but you pushed down that fact. Just wanting a hint of normal back into your life you rushed to your workplace. Pushing back the tent flap the familiar sight of Fay’olor and your friends mixing herbs met your eyes. “Where have you been y/n?” Your friend Saeya questions. “My mother wished for me to accompany her this morning.” The half lie leaving your lips naturally you took your place between Fya’olor and Saeya. “Whatever just help us out.” Comanding as always the eldest of the group -Ora- handed you a bowl. Conversations flowing smoothly your eyes constantly glancing towards Fya’olor, subconsciously making sure she was okay. The female was acting as if last night had not occurred. Your friend having a history of denying reality before the truths were formally shoved in front of her face. Although you were basking in the normalcy of your friend group you couldn’t help the guilt that followed with every look at your dear friend. Almost as if adding fuel to a fire you’re hatred towards your betrothed only seemed to grow. Your mind unjustly blaming everything on him. A male you truly did not even know.
The mask was tiring to wear. Not being able to let your resentment show to anyone, especially Fya’olor, not wanting to torment her with your despair when you had all that she wanted. The night before the announcement of the two of you being promised Neteyam had finally told her. Waiting to the last moment to break it off with your dearest friend. Leaving her heart crushed into pieces. Scattered through the forest as he had her for one last night. Although she knew it was inevitable Fya’olor needed to hear it from her lovers mouth. Ignoring all the signs and all the warnings she continued to see Neteyam while you watched. Not having the heart to push the fact down her throat that you were promised to her lover. The fact that in the end he would be your mate and there was nothing the two of you could do about it. Tied together by the crushing responsibility shoved onto your backs. Neither you nor Neteyam willing to speak against the will of Eywa.
So, you waited for her to come back. Sitting on the edge of a branch you waited for a broken and teary eyed Fay’olor. Knowing the path she took too and from high camp. Although you were the cause of her despair you refused to let her suffer alone. Knowing that her actions were driven by love, something you had never experienced, and did not wish too. Seeing your friend once again slump, her tired body leaning on your shoulder. Her tear stained and puffy eyes already filling to the brim once more as you placed an arm around her waist. Feeling the sadness radiate off her It was evident that she had been crying earlier. “I really wanted it to not be true…” Voice soft and broken your friends voice filled the silence. Your heart aching at her horse tone. “I did too Fya…..”
“I can still smell him on me. He tried to hold me after he broke the news but I just could not allow it. He promised me Y/n!” Voice raising with her last sentence she suddenly sat up right. Pulling away from your grasp as her yellow eyes scanned your form. “And the worse part it I can’t even hate you or him. I love you both so dearly…” Tears slipping down her cheeks her yellow eyes drowned in sorrow. Standing to her feet you were quick to follow her lead. Arm outstretched you attempted to pull her into your embrace, hoping to give her some comfort, but the contact never came. Smacking your hand away Fya’olor wore a face mixed with feeling as her eyes looked into yours. “I need time alone, away from you. You are my dearest friend but, I need time to heal and you only are a reminded of my wound. I do not know when or if I can ever be with you again…” Not being able to find the words you could only look at your friend with sad eyes. Nodding your head with your eyes to the ground as she walked past you. A faint “sorry” Slipping past your lips as she passed. Your melancholy emotions soon mixing with undirected anger.
frustrated tears falling down your cheek as you looked into the night sky. The stars shinning beautifully as you cursed the world around you. Questioning why and how you ended up in this situation, your heart and honor pulling you in opposite directions. A horrible scream leaving your throat, filling the forest around you with your rage. The small animals around you scattering in fear of a predator and drawing the attention of a na’vi that was not far. Yellow eyes soon finding your form leaned on the bark of a tree, body resting at the base. You had moved down there with a slight hope a palulukan would end your misery. Instead you got the attention of what you considered the root of your problems. Ears perking up at the movement in the trees. A familiar sweet scent wafting past your nose . A hope bubbling in your stomach as you aggressively wiped your tears with the back of your palms. “Fya’! I am sorry I still-“ Cutting yourself off your hopeful smile soon dropped as soon as the source of the smell came into view. Yellow eyes looking down at your form as the scent you had smelled on Fya’olor invaded your nose.
Neteyam spoke no words as he looked at you. An unreadable expression on his face, eyes heavy on yours. He smelt strongly of Fya’olor, much stronger than his scent was on her. “She scented you..” Rising to your feet you looked at the male na’vi. Your thoughts shifting to your own reputation at the thought of announcing your union with a male that reeked of another female. Your face scrunching up at the thought of the pitted looks that would be shot your way. For once you’re mind focused on yourself instead of your friend, you being something she had obviously not taken into consideration. Yet, you did not feel any resentment towards her knowing her reasonings have been clouded by her pain. “And you are on the forest floor, past eclipse, it is dangerous.” Accent filling your ears you scoffed at his words. Eyes looking him up and down in disgust. “Do not pretend to be concerned, you found me because you need help getting her scent off you. It would be a horrible stain on the golden boys reputation.”
“And yours as well so I would appreciate your help y/n. Also, would it kill you to show some appreciation for my concern? ” Jaw clenched it was obvious you had hit a nerve. Neteyam not a fan of the way you twisted his actions into simply getting something out of you. Rolliing your eyes you pushed past the na’vi. Ignoring the sound of disapproval that left his lips you stomped off into the forest. Hating the fact that you were stuck helping the stupid male, and that he was right about it hurting your reputation as well. Every step he took behind you seeming to only add to your irritation. “We should travel on my Ikran it is dangerous to be on foot.” Inhaling deeply you turned to the na’vi. His eyes widening at your sudden movement. “Im helping you. We do this my way. And being stuck on an Ikran with you? I rather get eaten by a nantang.” Frown deepening at your words you found satisfaction in his frustrated sigh. Turning on your heel to lead the two of you towards the flower you were looking for. The warm ground welcoming your feet with every stride. Your eyes not leaving the ground as you scanned for your desired object.
Finally the familiar design caught your eyes. Your body immediately crouching down to collect the small group of the flower. The glow of the forest acting as natural flashlight as you examined the object, making sure you were not mistaken. You felt warm hands press on your back as Neteyam peered from over your shoulder. The na’vi using you as support. Glaring at hims over your shoulder you bared your fangs. A nasty hiss leaving your throat as Neteyam put his hands up in a surender. “I did not mean to….” Tuning him out you did not bother to hear the rest of his words. Your hands gingerly plucking the flowers from the ground. Making sure to keep them in perfect shape. Rising you met his eyes holding the flowers up to his chest. “They are very strong. You do not want to be obvious so bathe in them for a short amount of time. Do not crush the center the scent will be too strong.” Nodding his head in confirmation Neteyam listened to your every word. Yellow eyes flickering from your face to the flowers.
Not even noticing the animals around you your eyes stayed on the flower. Explaining the effects and where to bathe you instructed him with instruction even a child could follow. Looking up to see his yellow eyes looking past you an annoyed expression painted your features. “Neteyam are you listening?” Resting your free hand on your hip you eyed the male. His eyes unwavering from the forest behind you. “Y/n, I need you to come to me.” Face twisting in disgusted and confusion you glared at the male. “Why would I do that.” Taking a step back you distanced yourself from him. A distrusting look in your eyes as you peered behind your shoulder. Your eyes meeting the glow of another pair. Staring at you as if you were its prey. “Ahh! Damn it y/n!” Growling in frustration Neteyam took a quick step towards you. A nasty gurgle coming from the animal behind you as it took a leap as well. And then suddenly everything moved so slowly.
A fear-riddled scream left your lips as your body turned towards the nantang. Eyes blown wide as its claws seemed only inches away from your being. Then a sharp pain hit your shoulder yet it was not a piercing kind. Instead you were harshly pulled back your front crashing against Neteyams as he encaged you his arms. His bow already drawn as a smoke screen of pollen seemed to cover the both of you. The pungent sweet smell entering your nose as you heard the arrow fly through the air. The whimpers of the pack as they fled and ear raping howl of pain as your attacker drew its last breath. Soon followed by the coughs of you and Neteyam fanning the scented air away from your faces. “Oh my Eywa we are so fucked!”
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“You could say thank you for me saving your life instead of ending this night with curses and complaints.” Trailing behind you up the vines to high camp Neteyams complaints filled the space. The two of you smelling strongly of the flower that had covered every inch of your body. The spring you visited doing nothing but rid the pollen off your skin and enhancing the smell of the flower. A huff in anger is all the male got in response as you pulled yourself onto the mountain high camp was located on. “You are so ungrateful.” Jumping up behind you Neteyam followed you through the entrance. Walking along side you. “Last time I checked you got us into this mess. Should have let me die there if you expected my praise and affection.” Voice dripping with poison you glared at the male. Attitude running through your body as you walked along the cold rocks.
“We wouldn’t be in this if you didn’t decide to get one last fuck in and let Fya’ scent you. Way to make it ever harder for her to move on!” Throwing your hands upon the air you jabbed at Neteyam. The male rolling his eyes in response. “Im sick you pretending to understand our relationship.” Stopping just before the your familys hut your yellows eyes met Neteyams. Aggression swirling in your irises. “You’re sick of me understanding it perfectly. You just don’t like that you’re the dickhead and not the golden boy in the real version.” Not allowing the male to retaliate you quickly entered your home. To overwhenlemed with the events and emotions of the day to continue your squabble with Neteyam. Thankful that your family was still fast asleep as you had left them. Lying your body down on your hammock attempting to get a couple hours of sleep.
Wanting to escape your world for a second. Hoping to enter a reality where you did not have to be bound by Eywa to a na’vi you considered a deceitful asshole. Completely ignoring the way your heart leapt at the memory of him saving you. Making sure to drown the memory with your knowledge of his lies. With the memories of Fya’olors pain. Not wanting to feel anything but hatred for the man you had made the villain. What type of friend would you be if you did?
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