âŠjabbers high off his mind, out freaking youâ in midst of what was supposed to be a training session soon turns into a fuck sessionâŠart credits [kurtiness on tumblr]
âHmmâŠheheâ we shouldâuhâŠletâs fuckkkâ eyes lolling back as he mindlessly giggled into your neck, cheeks stained red from takin hits, a pout then a sniffle âstill hurts yâknowwwwâ freak.âshit.â
You thought a harsh kick to the stomach would bring the bumbling fool back, but all you got in return were muffled giggles âfuckkk.. Iâm so hard righttt now⊠wanna do it?â
again with the requests, this wasnât the first time and it wouldnât be the last. The same thing as always. Heâd ask to train, ask for a fight, n itâd always end up with you on top of him, his fucked up face stuffed into the dirt.
Sitting on top of him, you could tell he wasnât exactly..lying. âshitâ youâre so fucking weirdâ your attempts at swiftly getting up were halted as he wrapped his legs around you, the sides of his torn up thighs encasing you,
hips jerkin up to you, or atleastâ trying to, in his tired state n with your whole weight on him it was harder then usual-
âSLAPâ
âMhm-â a harsh jerk of his neck, his eyes flashing with surprise he grabbed your wrist, the hand that marked his cheek, you were fed up with his antics, his face stayed pressed against the dirt as his hazy eyes stared into yours his teeth bitting into his lips âharder.â
âyouâre fuckin crazy.â Anger had your hands wrapped around his neck, his breath hitching as he threw his head back âfuucckkkkâ a chocked out sound.
hand digging into the dirt as the one on your wrist pressed into your flesh. Fingers digging into your skin.
âYou like this dontchaâ fuckin whore.â His hips pushed up trying to find some friction but with his head in the clouds and you already having done a number on him it was an effort that remained unreciprocated.
âhmm.. yeahhhâ fuckkkâ
his eyes rolled back as droll seeped down the sides of his mouth opening and closing like a fish, desperate for air. Blood seeped down your hands as his fingers continued digging into them, your flesh buried under his nails
Your fingers tightened against his neck, veins popping, those incoherent mumbling of his came to a stop, jaw slack, his fingers stilled their diggingâ did he just cum??? Looking down, there was a large wet spot on his pants, slimy globs of cum seeped through his pants and stuck to you. âFucking disgusting.â
slapping his face to the other side, all he could do was giggle, childlike giggles muffled by the hands on his throat he gasped for air. With one final squeeze you let him go, watching as he gasped for air, chest rising up and down erratically, deep red hand prints were left on his neck already bruising.
The hand that had buried itself in the dirt now waved around in search of something to grab onto, so you relented, grabbing his distressed hand, letting your fingers intertwine, with a sting you freed your other hand away from his grip, your blood stained hands went up to his face. Wiping away the tears that had welled up,
he nudged for you to come closer, apprehensively lowering your head all for him to whisper âadmit it, youâre just as much a freak as meâ then followed by those stupid fucking giggles of his.
you shouldâve just chocked him to deathâ maybe next timeâŠ?
A/n: I love this Rock and this movie, also Ryan Gosling is still fucking fine.
The first time Rocky decided you and Ryland Grace were a âmating pair,â it wasnât said gently, or privately, or even at an appropriate moment. It was said with the same blunt certainty he used when announcing atmospheric incompatibility or structural integrity issues....like it was simply a fact of the universe that had finally finished loading.
It happened while the three of you were working in the lab, the quiet hum of systems filling the space as Ryland muttered half-coherent explanations under his breath and you leaned over the console beside him, checking calculations. You were closeâcloser than necessary, really but neither of you had commented on it. Ryland had just stiffened slightly, hyper-aware, the way he always did when you were within reach, while you pretended not to notice how his voice dipped or how he kept glancing at you like he needed to make sure you were still there.
Rocky, of course, noticed everything.
âYou are mating pair,â he said abruptly over the comms.
Ryland blinked. âIâm sorry....what?â
âYou and female human,â Rocky continued, completely unbothered. âYou are mating pair. This is obvious.â
You froze mid-motion, very slowly turning your head toward Ryland, who looked like his soul had just tried to exit his body without permission.
âThat is not!! we are not!!? thatâs notââ Rylandâs voice cracked, and he dragged a hand down his face, already spiraling. âRocky, you canât justâthere are⊠there are steps, okay? Thereâs a whole processââ
âYes,â Rocky said. âI have observed process. You are failing at it.â
You bit your lip, trying and failing not to laugh.
Ryland shot you a betrayed look. âDonât encourage him.â
âIâm not encouraging him,â you said, though your smile said otherwise. âIâm just⊠curious how he came to that conclusion.â
Rocky didnât hesitate. âYou maintain close proximity beyond efficiency requirements. Heart rate increases when interacting. Vocal tones soften. You prioritize each otherâs safety above mission parameters.â
Ryland made a strangled noise. âThat is just basic human decency!â
âNo,â Rocky replied immediately. âThis is different.â
The silence that followed was heavier than anything before it, stretching just long enough to make everything feel⊠too real.
Ryland cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at you. âOkay, well, even if....hypothetically, that were true, you donât just say that out loud.â
âWhy not?â Rocky asked.
âBecause itâsââ Ryland gestured vaguely between the two of you, flustered beyond belief. âItâs complicated.â
Rocky paused, processing.
Then, very simply, âIt is not complicated. You are mating pair. You should proceed.â
You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. âWow. Straight to the point, huh?â
Ryland groaned, dragging both hands over his face now. âI am begging you, please ignore him.â
But the problem was⊠you couldnât.
Because once it had been said, it didnât just disappear. It lingered, hanging between you, coloring every glance, every accidental brush of hands, every moment that suddenly felt a little too intentional.
And Rocky? Rocky only got worse.....because of course he did.
Over the next few days, he began adjusting things.
Assignments that used to be split were suddenly shared. Tight workspaces that could have fit one person comfortably now somehow required both of you. Doors malfunctioned at very convenient times, trapping you together for just a little longer than necessary.
âRocky,â Ryland said one day, voice tight as the door behind you refused to open, âwhy are we locked in here?â
âSystem delay,â Rocky replied.
You crossed your arms, raising a brow. âReally.â
âYes,â Rocky said. Then, after a beat, âAlso, you should use time for bonding.â
Ryland smacked his forehead against the wall with a soft thunk. âIâm going to die out here. Not from space. From embarrassment.â
You laughed, the sound warm and unrestrained in a way that made Ryland peek at you despite himself. And for a second, just a second he forgot to be mortified.
âYou know,â you said, softer now, stepping a little closer without thinking, âheâs not entirely wrong.â
Ryland stilled.
âAbout the⊠proximity thing,â you added quickly, though your voice didnât quite match the casualness you were aiming for. âWe do tend to end up together a lot.â
âThatâs because he puts us together,â Ryland said immediately, but his voice lacked conviction.
âMm,â you hummed, tilting your head slightly. âSure.â
There was a pause then, quieter than the others, charged in a way neither of you quite knew how to handle.
Ryland swallowed, his hands fidgeting at his sides. âI mean, if it were⊠I mean, hypotheticallyââ
âHypothetically,â you echoed, smiling just a little.
âI wouldnât....hate it,â he admitted, barely above a whisper.
And there it was.
Not a grand confession. Not smooth or practiced. Just Ryland, honest, a little nervous, completely real.
Your expression softened, something warm settling in your chest as you stepped just a fraction closer, close enough that his breath hitched.
âGood,â you murmured.
Before he could respond, the door slid open with a cheerful hiss.
âBonding progress detected,â Rocky announced immediately.
Ryland made a sound of pure despair, dropping his head back. âRocky, I swear to Godââ
âYou are welcome,â Rocky said.
And somewhere between the embarrassment, the laughter, and the way your hand brushed Rylandâs as you both stepped out of the room, neither of you pulling away this time, because it became painfully, wonderfully clear that maybeâŠ
Something, something, Simon gets married but takes his wife's last name. Something
I mean it's pretty simple to him
His wife didn't want to change her last name. He wanted them to share a last name. He took her last name. Now he's Simon (Last Name). Funnier if this is how the 141 finds out he got married
It was a mistake. Price was going over some papers when he noticed it, Simon's last name was changed, he found it weird, but maybe it waa just a simple slip up, so he just adjusted it and kept working normally.
Then, a few week later, Gaz was getting some reports and noticed Simon had signed with his last name wrong. He found it weird, but hey, he didn't know about his family, maybe he changed it to his mother's last name?
Soap was the only one who actually asked. He was organizing his latest report, when he noticed it, Simon's last name. He frowned, but since Simon was just out in the lounge area with the others, he might as well tell him of the slip up, and maybe poke some fun at it.
So that's what he did. Walking into the lounge room, he threw the report on the table in front of Ghost, who grunted in confusion as Sopa leaned over the back of the couch.
"Ye wrote ye name wrong" he chuckles "unless ye got married and didn't tell us"
It was supposed to be funny. It really was. But then Ghost hummed and nodded.
"Oh yeah. Took the missus' name, she didn' want Riley"
He explains as he goes back to having his cuppa, like he didn't just drop the bomb that he got married. Price choked on his tea, Gaz was staring wide eyes at Ghost, and Soap gasped.
"No way!" The scot looked at Ghost like the blonde had grown a second head "ye got 'ta be kidding me. Since when ye got yourself a lass?"
Ghost just raises an eyebrow and takes off his left glove, showing the wedding band on his ring finger.
"Last time I was on leave. Didn't think it was important to mention"
He hums and keeps sipping his tea. Promptly ignoring Gaz and Soap's questions and Price's shocked expression, like they were overreacting.
You donât know it yet, but youâre his girl and always will be.
Michael stares at you whenever you are with him. During rehearsals, during performances, during anything whenever or wherever you were.
Michael couldnât help but always hover around you like a shadow, smiling shyly and giggling whenever you joke around with him.
He likes whenever you talk to him first or just give him small smiles.
People practically called you âhis girlâ. And whatâs worse is you didnât know it.
Michael would ask if you would be around, if someone were to say no, his smile would fall before putting his shades on and looking away like a drama queen.
He couldnât handle his facial expressions when he saw you talking to a background dancer once. The background dancer seemed to hover too close to you. And you smiled, smiled that same smile you gave him.
He didnât know he was sulking the whole time at the rehearsal before you came by and asked him small questions about the choreography.
This time, he hovered closer. His fingers hover over your back whenever you both walk across the backstage.
Heâd run to you with that same wide whimsical expression and ask you if he looked great.
Simonâs never had to take home whatever he was pretending to buy before. He almost trashed your air fryer in the nearest dumpster after he had to watch Price walk away with you cozied up against him. You were supposed to end up in Simonâs trunk, not on his captainâs arm. When heâs alone at home without a captive in tow, he stares at his new air fryer and weighs the risks of tracking you down and snatching you right from under Priceâs nose.
But Simon knows patience. He knows that those who follow Priceâs lead are eventually rewarded. He endures the photos sent to him, shows that he can sit and stay even when temptation is dangled in front of him, daring him to take a bite out of it. Heâll hold out until Price lets him off his leash.
When Simonâs finally invited over, he half-listens as you chatter about recipes you think he should try in his air fryer, having trouble focusing because youâre wearing an outfit heâs very acquainted with and knows what you always wear underneath it. As you lean in from across the table to hear his short, distracted responses, he tries to catch a glimpse of red lace with little success. Price isnât helping the situation either, still testing his self-control.
âSo what do you usually eat, Simon?â you ask.
Price smiles and answers for him. âHe likes red.â
âHm? Oh, like red meat? Thatâs just like you, John.â
âWeâve got similar tastes in things,â Price remarks, draping his arm around you and giving you a brief squeeze that pushes your tits together. At last, Simon gets a peek of his favorite one of your bras in person.Â
i truly am my parentsâ child; now i see your face in the mirror.
Prompt: What happens when a talented, but overlooked Naâvi! daughter struggles for her familyâs recognition? The eldest Sully daughter, longing for her fatherâs gentlenessâafter the war rekindled her entire familyâs dynamic.
wc: 5.8k find part twoâŠhere!
Pairing: female!Sully reader x Sully family, female!Sully reader x dad!Jake, female!Sully reader x mom!Neytiri
Warnings: angst; family feels; angst!!!; use of Y/n (???)
Setting down the equipment you were carrying, you crawled slowly to the entryway of your familyâs dwellingâjust to catch a glimpse of your family. Your father seemed to be scolding Neteyam and Loâak for something that had happened whilst they were gone.
âKiri, go help your grandmother with the wounded. Please! Babygirl. please!â You heard your fathers exasperated voice, his anger was evident, but for her, his voice was soft.
Youâd never seen him get angry with Kiri, maybe with you and your brothers⊠but never your sisters.
A long sigh escapes from your lips, the air leaving you in a long, shivering exhale. Carrying away the jagged edges of the day. Suddenly your mind goes to the times when you were younger.
The first born daughter of Jake Sully.
Where did I go wrong?
You were once everything to your parents, their first baby, a carbon copy of your mother.
At the first communion with Eywa, Moâat saw great strength in your heart. You were destined to be a mighty woman. But your training was⊠cut short?
Everything was perfect until the family just kept growing. It felt as if you were slowly forgotten. Your father spends all of his time training Neteyam and Loâak. When theyâre not training, theyâre spending time with Kiri, Tuk, and Spider. Your mother is always busy with hunting, training, and⊠Kiri.
Youâd felt you and your fatherâs connection slipping through your fingers over time; when he began to treat the family like a squad. It made you furious, and you let him know it. Thatâs one quality you took after him, his stubbornness, always snapping back.
Despite you being the oldest, Kiri was chosen as Tsakarem by your grandmother because of her very strong connection to Eywa. Everything was easy for Kiri. Even her Iknimaya, she did not have to fight for her Ikran. It simply chose her.
Yours was good, and fast due to your skills. You just wish that now, today, your talents were looked at for more than high-performance potential. You hated that word. Potential.
Neteyam and Loakâs were fast paced and celebrated greatly throughout the clan. Everyone had a big role in the familyâbut yours was always overlooked. Hell, even Tuk seemed bigger.
In the face of being one of the strongest young warriors amongst the Omatikaya, your parents just didnât acknowledge these qualities in you anymore, not your strong heart, or your fierce determination, just your faults and mistakes.
You snapped out of it, got out of your head and went back to weaving. Everyone began to shuffle in at that moment, crowding the hut and taking their seats on the floor, bickering and mocking one another playfully. Itâs what siblings do.
Tuk was the first to see you, but she didnât say anything. Loâak thought you were boring, always sulking, in your own world. But what nobody cared enough to understand was you. Your skills were already good enough. Nobody ever really noticed.
You understood what had happened now, having overheard Loâak telling Kiri about his duties; tending to the Ikran for a month. Relief washed over you, youâre usually the one who hangs and cleans their saddles.
Your mother and father sat outside, talking quietly. Your father held that revolting steel in his hands, the stuff that the sky people use, their fire. It was nauseating to even look at.
They noticed you coming over from the inside of the hut, watching as you sat before them carefully, continuing to weave your armband. âHow was the raid?â
Your parents exchanged obscure looks, itâs not really like you to sit and ask them questions about things you âdidnât really care about.â
But that's not true. You do care, a little too much about everything.
You cared because you are a warrior, why wouldnât you care? Your father just didnât allow you to go on raidsâyou never understood why.
âGood. Successful.â Jake said briskly, almost remotely.
âOh! Look at this armband I'm weaving, I got a nice catch last week so I'm using theâŠâ
Your excitement was perceptible. Your smile bright, hands stretched towards them, showing them your progress.
It didnât take much for them to return to their own conversation, so you lowered your voice, slowly walked back into the hut, eyeing your grandmother's work as she smothered healing paste on Neteyamâs injuries.
âMove!â Kiri snapped, shoving past you and handing your brother a drink.
Your hand is around her arm in seconds, even though youâre quiet, and relevantly easier to get around, you have never just accepted your siblingsâ disrespect, or your fathers. Perhaps thatâs where things went wrong with him, always snapping back, never leaving his complaints unanswered.
You understood your position, oldest sister, respected warrior, blah blah blah. You loved your siblings, you just wouldnât tolerate their disrespect all the time, especially when youâve done nothing. âDonât you tell me to move. Ask nicely.â
âLet go of my arm.â
âNo.â
âLet go, Y/n!â She shouted loud enough for dad to hear, making you let go with a snarl.
Your father stormed inside. glaring daggers at you. âHey! Thatâs enough!â
âShe started it!â You waved your arms dramatically in frustration. Of course heâs taking her under his wing again.
âI donât care who started it. Sheâs not the one hissing and grabbing.â
Everyoneâs attention was turned to you and your father at this point, and even if they wouldnât show it, you knew that they were disappointed in you.
âApologize to your sister, Y/n. Now.â Your mother sighed, standing beside your father, her hands resting on her hips.
âI didnât evenâŠâ
âThatâs enough! Apologize.â Fathers voice bellowed past your defiant words. He knew you wouldnât hesitate to finish that sentence, thatâs what riled him up so much.
You turned reluctantly to face Kiri, taking her stupid hands and sighing, âIâm sorry.â
âFor?âŠâ Dad commented, earning a look from you.
âWhatever.â Kiri replied to your apology snarkily,
Is she serious?
Oh, but dad made no comment on that, you shook your head and sat back down, your lively braids bouncing with each movement, your delicate top swinging against your chest.
Your dad exited with your mother, half relieved that you didnât make a scene. âThat girl is ruthless.â He peeked through the entrance from outside, glancing at your crouched form.
âMaJake⊠I donât know what to do with her. She doesn't spend time with anyone anymore.â
âThatâs her own fault.â Your father sat, cleaning the metal and sharpening his arrowheads.
Neytiri glared at him before taking her own look at you, inside, alone. Watching your siblings with a curve of a smile at your lips.
It didnât matter what happened, how far apart youâd all drifted, your love for them ran deeply. Youâd do anything for your younger siblings. Anything.
Itâs what got you in so much trouble at times, your will to put yourself in danger when it came to protecting them.
A week of adventure passed, youâd often leave and walk around the forest when your family was too busy to noticeâbut today, you decided to stay inside.
You lay silently on the woven mat in your familyâs home, weaving like usual.
âLetâs go to the forest.â You heard Loâakâs voice but your head didnât move up, assuming he was just talking to somebody else. âSister! Letâs go!â He took your weaving supplies and helped you up.
âIâm supposed to be watching you guys, not going into the forest.â
âWho cares? Mom and dad are hunting, Neteyamâs not here to hold us back. Letâs go.â
You reached for your bow instinctively, delicate hands clasped around the firm, smooth grip made from bast and animal horns.
âLeave it, sister. You wonât need that.â
âLoâakâŠâ
He dragged you after him anyway, into the deep, vast forest. Your bow left behind. Tuk tailed both of you while Kiri walked beside you, Spider with Loâak.
Youâd never understood your siblings when it came to Spider, maybe itâs because you grew apart from him as well. You remember small detailsâplaying together in the ponds, heâd chase your tails, wrestle with you all, but everything just fell apart at some moment.
âTuk,â You called out gently to your youngest sister, making sure she kept up with you all.
Loak groaned, stopping for a moment. âTuk! Keep up!â
âOkay, okay!â She shouted, arms hanging loosely at her sides. Taking her hand, you continued to skip after the group.
âBro, whyâd you bring her anyway?â Spider shrugged, his head shaking slightly.
Your tail swished in annoyance, who is he to question our youngest sisterâs presence?
âSheâs such a cry baby! Sheâs all, âIâm telling, iâll tell mom if you donât let me comeâ
âDonât pick on her.â Kiri retorted, the young girl took her place beside her, holding her hand and jeering at Loâak.
It was immature, and unlikely for you to be so jealous of Kiri, but itâs almost like sheâd stolen everything from you.
Your siblings continued their voyage, you walked quietly behind them, observing the wilderness, observing them. The forest would always be your home and you knew it.
Somehow, you all ended up at the old shack. Dad would skin you if heâd known that you allowed your siblings to see this forbidden scene, that never stopped your brother.
It didnât take long for you all to notice commotion, commotion from the shack, so you moved quickly to hide behind the trees, dragging your siblings with you.
From the secluded area you guys had gathered around, you could see the Avatars. Five of them. âSkxawng, you should have let me bring my bow.â You whispered harshly, shoving your brother's arm.
He hissed quietly, watching them closely before feeling for his collar mic.
You couldnât exactly make out what your father was saying to Loâak through his comms, you didnât even have yours on. Not even your earpiece. All you heard was get the hell out of there and you were on your heels.
They all began to run, you halted, something in the bushes distracting youâbut you kept going, slowly, assuming it was just a creature. You were wrong. Tuk dragged your arm, âIt's almost eclipse, come on!â
There were two very large hands which suddenly wrapped around your youngest sister, you snarled sharplyâeyes wide and confused. The other avatars pounced, their rifles, the metalâŠit all reminded you that in this moment, your heels are dug in for nothing.
Your siblingsâ screams echoed in your mind, Spider had a bow this entire time and you hadnât even noticed.
âTuk!â You heard Kiri screech, your siblings holding up weapons to the enemyâs.
âPut it down! Down! Put it down or Iâll shoot you!â One of the recoms yelled.
Loâak dropped his weapons, holding his hands out to Spider and the others. âKeyn tsat, keyn tsat.â
âMawey, mawey.â You tried to reassure your siblings, despite being petrified yourself.
They kneeled, some more hesitant than others, the dreamwalkers holding you all by the kuru, tugging harshly.
They held Kiriâs hands up, her five fingers flexing involuntarily. âHey colonel, look at this. We got a half breed.â The man smirked, pulling your sister's hair back.
Their treatment made your blood boil, your sisters cries, her fast breathingâyour eyebrows furrowed, eyes big and wet.
âTsapâalute si, Kiri,â You shook your head, âIâm sorry.â
Their leader went around the group, asking to see hands, he went from Kiri, to LoâakâŠthen stopped in front of you.
Loak's attitude amused you, his snarky comments, his body languageâyou had to stifle a laugh as this man stood before you, his eyes narrowed in recognition.
Carbon copy of your mother. The manâs eyes darkened, he stepped back, recognizing your humongous, golden eyes, and your four fingers.
âKill her.â
Eclipse fell. The forest was silent, only the soft rustle of leaves and the small chirp of creatures resonated.
Your siblings eyes widened and before they could retaliate, the yipsâunmistakably your mothers sounded through the forest canopy.
Everyone paused, Kiri muttered soft prayers to herself, the recom holding her pulled her head back roughly. âShut up!â
Arrows flew, gunshots rang. The last signal you needed was your mother shouting Loak's name, you were on your feet thenâgriping the arms that were wrapped around your neck.
You grabbed Tuk, holding her against your hip and leaping away, shielding her with your body, stopping somewhereâhoping, just hoping someone would come to your rescue, there were too many nearby, and you knew.
âTukâŠâ You whispered, a small caress. âIt is okay.â Your sister cried softly beneath you, hands clenching around your shoulders.
When it was safe, you ran again. A startle response hitting like a rock when it was your family that leaped from the bushes.
âTuk!â Your mother held her, taking you in her arms and then Kiri. âThank you great mother, thank you!â She cried, kissing each of your sisters foreheads, letting you go subtly.
You donât remember when, but Spider had gone missing, it came to your surprise earlier when you were all captured, the blue colonel was in all of the stories your parents told about their past. Has he returned?
You watched silently as the ship hovered overhead, the avatars disappearing into it.
Your father pulled his sons close, âItâs okay, itâs okay. We're okay.â
âWhereâs Spider?â Loâak realized, his gaze moving over Kiri.
She pulled away from your mom, glaring at Loâak, then at Jake. âThey took him! They took him.â Kiri sobbed, looking at her father for some sort of succor, everyone knew that he couldnât do much at this moment. Always focused on keeping the family safe.
You beheld them covetously as he pulled Kiri close, whispering soft reassurances into her hair as she criedâworried for her friend. âItâs gonna be okay. Weâre all gonna be okay.â He cradled her head, at this point you couldnât watch anymore.
âY/n, come. Get on the Ikran, youâre flying us out.â Neytiri took your arm, your father straightened up, guiding Kiri to where theyâd landed the creatures, everyone followed.
âOkayâŠâ Your ears were flat against your head, hands twisting your songcord which was woven into your loincloth. Mounting the Ikran steadily.
You soared through the sky, your mother holding Tuk behind you, one hand on your shoulder to steady you, and herself.
Your loud yips echoed via the vast night sky, signaling where your family should follow. With each breath, you got closer to high camp.
Glancing at your father, you wondered why he hasnât muttered a word to you since they found you. Perhaps he couldnât be angry, he looked deep in thought anyway.
Landing at high camp was the easiest thing to do, dismounting and immediately moving to the food baskets and having a meal, sharing with your siblings.
Your parents disappeared into the hut a bit earlier, you caught a glimpse of your siblings spying on them through the small gaps beneath the tent, you made your way over, kneeling down to listenâit was an argument, it had been ages since you heard them argue, it was unlikely at this point.
âMaybe we shouldnâtâŠâ You whispered, already pulling Tuk into your lap.
âShut up, skxawng. Listen.â Kiri said, waving her hand dismissively. You couldnât fight the urge to listen either, so you did.
âI cannot. You cannot ask this.â You heard your mother say, leaning down to peek through the crack just like Tuk had done earlier.
âHeâs hunting us. Heâs targeting our family.â Your father was awfully quiet, hands hanging at his sides, his faceâa bitter sadness.
âYou cannot ask this!â Your mothers voice raised as she stood, facing your father, her body language is calmâher voice, not so much. A heartbreaking desperation in it. âThe children! Everything theyâve ever known, the forest! This is our home!â
âHe had our children. He had 'em under his knife!â
Neytiri exhaled sharply, moving slowly towards her fathers ceremonial bow and arrow, passed down to herâperched on a wooden weapon stand. âMy father gave me this bow as he lay dying! He said protect the people! Youâre Toruk Makto!â Her voice cracked.
Your father seemed to flinch at that reminder of his title. Toruk Makto. Looking down before glaring at your mother again.
âThis will protect the people! Quaritch has Spider. That kid knows everything! He knows our whole operation.â Jakeâs voice was sharp, hands gesturing wildly. âIf the people harbor us, they will die. Do you understand?â
Your mother backed away slightly, her chest heaving, eyes dropped to the floor, ears flat.
âLook, I got nothing. I got no plan.â Jake continued, his voice soft. âBut I can protect this family. That I can do.â
You stopped listening then, leaning back, hands resting lazily in your lap. The night passed, neither you or your siblings spoke a word to your parents, other than small good nights and sweet smiles.
You were more isolated, not completely understanding this whole situation. Unsure of where youâre going next, what they were even talking about.
The next morning, the camp bustled with activity, the peopleâpreparing for a ceremony. One you had no idea of.
You walked beside your brother, adjusting the clothes youâd just changed into, fixing the hair you slept in as you both made your ways through the crowd of people surrounding the spirit tree.
Taking your stand beside your mother, you kept a hand on her shoulder, her sobs barely heard amongst the cries of the people surrounding us. Your father knelt before TarsemâŠhe was relinquishing his role as Oloâeyktan.
âNeteyam, what is this?â You whispered quietly.
His head snapped towards you. âBe quiet. Iâll tell you later.â
âOkay, okay.â
Jake stood down from the higher ground, leading your family through the crowd, the cut on his chest dripping in blood.
âMaâsempuâŠâ You called quietly, moving faster to stand beside him. âWhat is happening?â
âWeâre going somewhere else.â He said blankly, walking solemnly.
Youâd never seen your father soâŠsad before. Maybe a couple times, sure. But never this much. Where? Where are we going? You had so many questions, just no way to get the words right.
You all changed into your shawls, to keep you from the cold, packed your baskets and bound them to your Ikran.
You mounted then, your riders mask just above your eyebrows, hands gripping the saddles harder than ever. As you flew after your family, each of you looked back at the forest you were now leaving.
Your eyes welled with tears. A new life. A new home. Your family had already been overlooking youâa whisper in a storm. Now the memories of your childhood have been left behind in the only home youâd ever known.
You flew over the slamming tides, your ikran taking sharp turns and pivoting back, you were tired, but you had to keep yourself safe, safe from falling off this creature.
At dawn, everything was beautiful, the sight of the sea beneath you was marveling, shining in shades of white and blue.
âAre we there yet?â Tuk said, just waking from her sleep. We were just arriving.
Even in the face of this beautiful sea beneath you; you knew that youâd miss life in the forest. Your face was empty as you removed your shawl, slowly, steadily storing it into the basket on your Ikranâs left side.
Your beaded top, adorn with the soft leaves and feathers of the forest was now free with the wind, dancing around your chest as the breeze hit softly. You wore your warriors' raspuâ with your loincloth, the patterns mirrored your mothers clothing.
Shell horns bellowed, the yips of the Metkayina reef people sounded, the flap of your ikranâs wings loud as you followed Jakeâs calls.
Then you landed.
Your mother reached instinctively for her bow, her lips pursed together.
âHey, leave it.â Your father said quietly, leading the family in front of the crowd that was formingâhands raising at his sides.
Conversations died instantly. Heads turned. The Metkayina gathered quicklyâwarriors, elders, children. Until the shores were lined with watchful eyes.
Your father murmured softly, reminding you all to be calm, and to be nice, glaring at you for a heartbeat .
Two strange boys came through the crowd, eyeing your brothers, teasing them for their thinner tails.
Neteyam and Loâak tried to be nice, even gesturing the usual I see you with their hands, these reef boys only kept circling them.
Your eyebrows pinched together, fingers twitching at your left sideânot in anger, but confusion. Your brothersâ heads whipped around suddenly, their eyes lingering on the ocean, or, really, a girl emerging from the ocean.
You smirked faintly as Loak's eyes widened at the sight of her. She was beautiful. The reef people were strikingly different, their turquoise skin, a breathtaking testament to their symbiotic relationship with the ocean. You appreciated this view, found it extremely interestingâthe way their skin reflects the place which they come from.
âHey.â Loâak said quietly, pathetically.
You almost snickered, the girl looked down nervously, huffing feebly.
The aura changed in milliseconds, warriors, several of them returning from a hunt.
Tonowari, the chief of the Metkayina, dismounted the tsurak heâd been riding. Your father had mentioned him in some stories, the ones about the pastâthe battle of the hallelujah mountains, when all the clans had been united.
He greeted you and your family casually, respectfully. The Tsahik, Ronal, his mate, parted the crowd, her hips swaying as she walked through, standing before the Sullyâs, eyes sharp like ice, her expression serious, unyielding.
âI see you, Ronal.â Jake greeted, touching three fingers to the area between his brow ridges, and extending it towards the Tsahik. Your mother and siblings did the same.
âI see you, Ronal,â Neytiri said calmly.
âWhy do you come to us, Jakesully?â Tonowari questioned, his arm sweeping inclusively, us referring to the entire clan.
Your dad looked around at your other family members. âwe seek uturu.â
âuturu?!â Ronal exclaimed, glancing at your father as her ears dropped ever so slightly.
âYes, sanctuary for my family.â
Ronal stepped forward then, circling your family and eyeing your siblings down.
Tonowari sighed, his eyes traveling awkwardly. âWe are reef people. You are forest people. Your skills will mean nothing here.â
âWeâll learn your ways, am I right?â Jake said, turning to his mate, who replies with a simple âyes.â
You watch closely as this woman circles your brothers and sisters, she grabs their tails, touches their hands, and seizes their arms. âTheir arms are thin.â She says, nabbing Tukâs small forearm.
âMom.â She inches closer to Neytiri.
Ronal stands there for a second before moving towards Kiri and gripping her tail. âTheir tailsâŠâ
âOw!â She mumbles, snatching her tail back.
âare weak. You will be slow in the water.â She continues, glaring at your parents, her gaze shifts back to Kiri who is standing before her. She takes her wrists in her hands, holding them high enough for everyone to see. âThese children are not even true Naâvi!â
This observation earns loud gasps from the crowd, your lips part, releasing a small scoff, this earns a sharp look from Jake, then from the Tsahik.
âYes we are!â Kiri declares, her hands snapping away from Ronals grasp.
The woman moves slowly towards you. She stands directly in front of you, holding your arms up and studying you before moving to Loâak.
âThey have demon blood!â She yells, holding up his hands.
It takes everything in you to not step forward and say something. Crossing your arms, you leave it to the adults reluctantly.
The people hiss, backing away and raising their weapons.
âLook. Look!â Jake holds his own hand up, âLook, I was born of the sky people, and now I am Naâvi, all right you can adapt. We will adapt. Okay?â
âMy husband was Toruk Makto. He led the clans to victory against the sky people.â Neytiri snaps, she glances at the Oloâeyktan, who gives her a curt nod of acknowledgement.
âThisâyou call victory? Hiding, among strangers?â The woman retorts, her ears flat, âIt seems Eywa has turned her back on you. Chosen one.â
Toruk Makto himself. She is saying this to Toruk Makto.
Your ears perk up slightly as your mother clashes with Ronal, both of them hissing and snarling at each other. Jake quickly interrupts, his hand raised between them. âI apologize for my mate, sheâsâŠâ
âDo not apologize for me, Jake!â
âSheâs flown a long way, and sheâs exhausted.â
âJake.â She hurls, stepping aside, Ronal does the same, sighing heavily.
There is an awkward silence that follows, âToruk Makto is a great war leader. All Naâvi people know his story.â Tonowari announces, stepping up and placing a hand on your fathers shoulder. âBut we Metkayina⊠are not at war. We cannot let you bring your war here.â
âIâm done with war, I just wanna keep my family safe.â
âUturu has been asked.â Mother says, her eyes closed, grasping onto Kiriâs hand, Tuk holding her other one.
Ronalâs lips are parted, her eyes still cutting daggers through your family, newcomers. When her mate steps in front of her, her gaze lifts to his eyes, he lets out a long sigh, his face full of conceptualization.
She closes her eyes, nodding gently, a clear expression of reluctant acceptance.
âToruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as our brothers and sisters. Now, they do not know the sea, so they will be like babies, taking their first breath.â The thought of being pondered as a baby makes you feel sick. Your ears flatten, lips pursed and thin. âTeach them our ways, so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.â
Jake huffs, a small smile creeping from the corners of his lips. âOkay, what do we say?â Your siblings thank the adults quietly, some more hesitant than others.
He turns towards his children, âMy son, Aonung, our daughter, Tsireya will show your children what to do.â
âFather, why doâŠâ The boy tried to question his fathers assignment.
âIt is decided.â Tonowari cut him off.
âCome, I will show you our village.â Tsireya lead your family through the bouncy, woven platform which made up the village grounds, Tuk bouncing happilyâgrunting excitedly as you walked behind them, quietly observing the reef people and their ways.
âThis is for you,â Tsireyaâs voice cut through each thought you had as she stopped in front of a huge pod, abandoned, but not a complete mess. âYour new home.â
Your father stepped inside, taking a look around âYeah, thisâll work.â He turned to face you all, hoping youâd all be content. âThis is great, itâs nice right?â
Your mother dropped the mat sheâd been holding with a loud sigh, everyoneâs attention turned to her. We all knew she wasnât very fond of this ideaânone of us really were.
The day was spent cleaning and organizing the brand new dwelling until dusk came, everyone storming in for a family meeting.
âRemember? Family meeting?â Neteyam was angry, his eyebrows furrowedâpulling you and Loâak down roughly to sit beside him.
Kiri was stubborn like her birth mother, Grace. Refusing to sit even when your father told everyone to fall in.
âKiri.â Your mother whisperedâa warning.
âWhat?â She grumbled, sitting cross legged, reluctantly.
âOkay,â Your father sighed, facing you, Neteyam, Loâak, and Kiri. âI need you kids, on your best behavior. I mean it. Learn fast, pull your weight.â He paused to face you and Loâak. âDonât cause any trouble. You got it?â
Your eyes trailed off at some point until you finally focused again, âyes sir.â Loâak said, looking at you expectantly.
âYes sir.â A soft, coy mumble left your lips as everyone looked at you expectantly.
The passing weeks went by slowly, playing up the happiness you left in the forestâeven though you were lonely.
Learning the ways of the water was more challenging than you thought, excruciating even. You couldnât do anything right, slipping off of the Ilu, swimming too slow for anyoneâs liking, you couldnât even hunt properly.
Learn fast, pull your weight.
Your fathers words rang in your head every time you made a mistake, Aonung was not a good teacher, always teasing, never taking you seriously. Tsireya was patient, and hasnât given up on you.
âY/n, itâs like this. Hold here, make the bond gently.â She spoke quietly as you were seated on the ilu, careful hands adjusting your position, as you prepared to set off.
And you did, the creature moving with great agility, flowing gracefully through the ocean. You did it, You did it. The ilu resurfaced after a moment to breathe, Your smile was big, hands rubbing its sides. âYes!â
âYou did it!â Tsireya caught up, âYou are learning to breathe.â
The sun sets beautifully, the atmosphere a canvas of shifting colors as you leaped to your marui pod. âI can finally ride the ilu! Soon I'll fight the sky demons on one! And hunt really well again!â You exclaimed, hands clapping as you spoke to Kiri who was inside with the rest of the family, folding teylu, seeds, and nuts into the waxy skin of a pandoran leaf.
Your father, sitting with your mother at the side looked up from his own leaf, he scoffedâamused and your head turned to him. âWeâve been here for weeks and all you can do is ride the ilu?â
Your ears dropped, tail swishing in vexationâhands resting at your hips. âWellâŠyeah.â
âI said learn fast.â
You shrugged, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. âThatâs easy for you to say, Toruk Makto.â
It wasnât the mention of his title that made everyone around you freeze, it was the way you said it. Like it meant nothing.
âWatch your tone, missy.â
You stayed quiet, crouching finally to help with the food, turning away and handling Kiriâs stash.
âShouldâve known you werenât ready.â Father mumbled, his own head shaking as he went back to operating the contents of food heâd hunted.
âWhat?â You stood again, spine straight, eyes wide, lips curled. âWhat did you justâAre you calling me weak?â
That pitiful word, weak. Not you, never you. You are a warrior, a powerful huntress. His words only fueled your anger. âI am a powerful huntress, a warrior. I am not weak.â
âNot mentally. Look at the way you act. You wonât catch anything but a lecture with that attitude.â
âYeah wellââ You staggered forward until you felt strong hands hook around your arm, you turned to see your mother.
âThat is enough daughter.â
âNo! Tell me, dad. Why donât you acknowledge my talents, my hard work, my accomplishments. Always focused on everyone elseâŠhm?â
Loâak sneered, pushing himself up from where heâd been half listening. âmaybe if you stopped trying to prove something all the time, you wouldnât have to beg for attentionâ
Your head snapped toward him. âI donât beg.â
âNo.â He shot back, shrugging. âYou just whine.â He cooed, whipping his tail around as he jeers.
âLoâak.â Neytiri warned.
Jakeâs eyes never left you, âyou want acknowledgement?â he said, his voice low, controlled. This; to you, was worse than yelling. âThen act like a warrior. Warriors donât stop around because they donât get attention.â
Your chest tightened, youâd never felt more crampedâŠairless, in your entire life. âI donât want attention. I need you to see me.â
âI see you,â Jakeâs jaw flexed, nodding like it meant nothing. âI see a kid who thinks riding an ilu makes her ready for war.â
That did it. Where did this come from? All you tried to do was celebrate your accomplishment. Your fathers coldness ruined every inch of the happiness there was in your eyes.
âYou think I'm not ready?â You laughedâdry, hollow. âIâve outshot half the young hunters. Iâve stayed up later than anyone tracking tides. I try, every day.â
âAnd you still donât listen. You outshot omatikaya hunters. This is our home now.â
âSo thatâs it? Iâm just a problem child now, right?â
There was silence, the worst kind. Kiri stopped folding the leaves, Tuk looked between you and Jake, Neteyam glanced down, minding his business, but still listening.
Your father exhaled through his nose, âmaybe youâre not as ready as you think you are.â
there it was again, not enough, not ready.
You swallowed, ears flattening. âYou donât talk to Neteyam like that.â
Your brother's ears perked up from his spot, Jake stiffened, it was like everyone stopped breathing.
âYou donât look at him like heâs a disappointment every time he breathes.â
Loâak was quiet now, scratching his head awkwardly. You were too far gone to care.
âBut me?â Your voice cracked despite your fighting it. âYou donât look at me at all!â
âDaughterââ Neytiri stepped closer, her fingers tightening around your flexing tricep.
âNoo!â You pulled your arm away from her grasp this time. âYou all only see what you want to see!â
âOr what?â Your stubbornness has you challenging him. âYouâll tell me that I'm not ready again? That I need to learn faster? That I'm weak?â
âI never said you were weak.â
âYou didnât have to!â
Tukâs lip quivered, she didnât entirely understand why you were so angry, pacing around, your hands clasped around your head. Your words hung heavy in the large marui as your siblings watched you pace and heave.
Your fathers face hardened, not cruel but more commanding.
âUntil you can control that temper, you donât fight beside me. You donât go on hunts. Thatâs an order.â
An order? He cannot be serious.
It hit you then, this wasnât a conversation, your father hadnât been your daddy since you began to grow up. He was a commander now.
âYou want the truth?â He continued, stepping closer. âYouâre not ready. And if you went into battle like thisââ
He stopped, his eyes narrowing a tad, hesitating... But his fear took over, and fear always leads to anger. ââyouâd be the first one dead.â
The air left your lungs, not immature, but gone.
Even your mothers head snapped towards him. âJake.â
He could only stare at you, realizing.
Your ears lowered slowly, not in anger, but in hurt. âYou think I'd get everyone killed.â
âThatâs not what Iââ He paused again, his own ears falling as well. âI didnât say that.â
âYou didnât have to!â
Loâak shifted uncomfortably, even Kiri seemed shaken.
âYour father reached out instinctively. âKid, listenââ
You said nothing, stepping back, grabbing your bow, then your knife, not even sure why, prideâmaybe. Your vision, blurring as tears burned the corners of your eyes. âKidâ You scoffed, mimicking his term.
It used to be âsweetheart,â "babygirl,â or even just âbaby.â
You really were no longer daddyâs little girl.
You turned towards the exit, your knife carried on your hip, arrows stored in a cylinder attached to the bow.
âY/n.â Your mother called, sharper now.
You turned back one more time, frowning deeply. âAll this time,â your breath was shaky, hands twitching at your sides. âI thought you didn't see me.â
You pointed an accusing finger at Jake. âBut you do. And you see failure. Something you donât believe in.â
He watched you go, striding towards the ilu pens with angered steps. Taking a step forward but halting just then.
Neytiris voice cut through him, low, and sharp. âMaJakeâŠyou speak from fear, and you wound our child.â
Your legs grew weak as you ran, but you dug your feet deepâcalling the creature and riding fast, diving into the ocean. The moon casting a long path of silver light.
The ocean is not playful at night. It could cradle you gently, or swallow you whole.
part one if you haven't read it yet ^^ i call this one a filler 'cause i'm planning to have a few years timeskip to happen for part two (i want to marinate the angst between everyone haha) | not proofread.
it was idealistic of nonmc!reader to think she could just travel someplace far and then everything would be okay. ignoring the past, especially people she's been involved with, could only go for so long. for her, it lasted about almost a month before she received an email from an account she knew all too well.
caleb's letter was direct â âwhy are you avoiding us?â â needing no introduction whatsoever. so much for a warm greeting. she could only sigh in disappointment. if only she didn't need to create a neat professional username, he wouldn't have found her so early on. she looks at the text for a few minutes. she chooses not to answer, leaving it on her inbox instead.
the next day, it was mc's turn to send one. she started with a simple âhi. it's been so long since we've talked,â and then went off telling her about a lot of things. she learned how to knit because of granny. she finished the last season of the show the two of them used to watch together. she signed up to be in the student council for the new school term. she made a new friend named tara, who she thinks is really pretty. but mostly she went on about how she felt about nonmc!reader moving away without notice and how it affected them.
even though it wasn't her place, she also started speaking about caleb and everything that he's been up to since. nonmc!reader doesn't realize that she's been smiling at her screen as she begins to imagine him finally being able to pursue his childhood dream as a pilot â probably geeking out on the inside but still showing how cool he is on the outside. her thoughts unintentionally wander to that time the three of them were in his room, both girls looking starry-eyed at his collection of figurine aeroplanes.
she remembered the way he was laser focused on teaching her a thing or two about aerodynamics. teased her to listen and not get distracted as they giggled and kept pushing each other playfully. she wanted to touch one of the aeroplane and see up close its detailed design but he didn't let her, afraid to take it out from its delicate casing and ruin it. mc accidentally breaks a different one in less than several minutes and nonmc!reader was left to watch sat on his bed how caleb softly reassured the crying girl that it was okay. that it didn't matter. it was just some toy that he could replace.
that left a sour taste in her mouth back then and even now.
nonmc!reader decides to close her laptop and go about exploring what the new place has to offer her, not reading the rest of mc's letter anymore. both their face and voice haunt her dreams when she slept that night â unable to erase it from her mind.
this then goes on for weeks.
the two send her their own set of emails, all varying in content and length. most of the time, nonmc!reader would be too angry (at herself and at them) to even check what they've said. but on the rare night she feels the melancholic urge to return things to how they are, that twinge of regret coursing through her body, she curiously scrolls through each unread letter, memorizing all the words and the emotions overflowing in them despite the lingering ache.
nonmc!reader feels their nostalgia when they reminisce about memories the three of them made, their regret of not seeing what she was going through, their sorrow for not being there with her physically, and their own hurt and anger at her choices of staying away and leaving them both. âdo they even know what exactly they're saying sorry for? do they really understand the alienation i felt whenever i was around them? they say all these things but then do something different in front of me. do they think i'm a pushover? a martyr? even when i'm gone, they have each other, as siblings or even as... but what about me? what am i left to have?â she ends up deleting all the piled up emails from them in frustration. she contemplates whether or not to block them. she doesn't.
they don't stop sending despite her not responding. the fact that she reads through them (they have a third party software that lets them know she's opened the email) is good enough for now.
when university starts, nonmc!reader, with her efforts, find friends that encourage her to try living life as freely as she can; to not let anything stop herself from getting her own happiness. she hasn't felt this fulfilled in a while, devoid of any insecurities and envy within her circle. she divulge her history with caleb and mc to them in month one. she figured she needed outside perspective of the matter. it took some time but a standpoint was made in month three. she concluded what needed to be done in month five when she sees the two's persistence of contacting her. they've made it clear they know she still cares because she always often read their emails. she feels a mix of embarrassment and resentment of their hold on her. âyou two really are meant for each other â one and the same in making me feel like shit despite me trying and wanting to move on.â
nonmc!reader responds to them in month six. a short email addressed to both their accounts. she just accept that she's tired of the connection. she concludes that the love she feels for the two (platonic and romantic) isn't enough reason for her to keep hurting herself. they'll be fine, she figures. it was always going to be caleb and mc through everything since they were kids. she was only around them for a couple of years in their adolescence. hardly anything important happening there. it was always inevitable she'll drift off. it's fine. it's not like she hasn't felt rejection from someone she liked before. it was going to be fine.
âyou don't have to message me anymore. i'm happy here so i don't think i can continue still being friends with either of you. thank you for all your stories. i hope you two well in the future. good luck with everything. i'm sorry.â
tags for my amazing readers (idk why i can't search some of you TT_TT) @miffysoo @pookiei-bookie @silkgardenias @sillyfreakfanparty @maryy237 @xie-hua @roastem @mia-menaceinaction @cacophonoussouls @shippingtara @younghideoutberserker
