Johnny cade x winston!reader where dal actually sees how happy reader makes him xox ❤️😘😝😍
How happy
J.C. x Winston!Reader (REQUEST)
Warnings: Language
Fluff, established relationship, word count: 1.8k
A/N - Hi babes! I hope I did this request justice <3 I accidentally made it a lil long, but oh well! Please please please send in requests, I love them!
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If anyone were to ask me to describe my brother, “understanding” and “patient” would not be words I would use. Now, “overprotective” and “irrational”? Those are words I’d use to describe him.
Dallas Winston cares for only 2 things in his life; his baby sister and Johnny Cade. However, I don’t think he’d appreciate us being together. Which is why we have to sneak around behind his back. Dally just wouldn’t understand.
So it’s totally not wrong to be climbing out of my window right now, with full intent to meet up with Johnny at the drive-in. Not wrong at all.
Johnny and I have been dating for a few weeks now, but despite the relationship being new, the concept of us was not. Since high-tailing it out of New York with my brother, me and Johnny got along like fast friends. He was always the one who I went to when my brother did or said something to piss me off (which was often). Whether I was running from the cops or the socs, I knew I could always run to him. Likewise, anytime his folks were giving him a hard time, I’d be there. No matter the time, no matter where I was, I’m there for him.
He’s been the love of my life since before I even knew what love was.
And that’s why I just can’t tell Dallas. He wouldn’t understand. To Dally, I’m still the same 10 year-old kid that arrived in Tulsa with him, looking for a new start. Never mind the fact that I’m practically a grown-up now. I can legally drive and everything. Nope, to him, I’m still his kid sister who’s afraid of the dark and always asks for the extra pickle off his plate.
Sure, life would be easier if I could tell Dal about me and Johnny. For example, I wouldn’t have to climb out of my window like I am right now in order to see Johnny. We would also be able to go on date, all proper-like, without Ponyboy as a chaperone to make it seem less date-y. But I can’t. Not only because Dally would have a conniption fit if he found out, but also because Johnny asked me not to tell. Not until he had at least a little time to work out a possible escape route. And who am I to tell Johnny ‘no’?
So, sneaking around is the only solution. And I’ve gotten pretty good at it, or so I thought.
~
Johnny and I usually try to go to the drive-in for a date at least every other week. It’s not like we’re obsessed with watching movies, that’s more Pony’s thing, it’s just one of the only things we can do together without being too suspicious. Usually, Pony tags along with us, sitting a couple of seats away to give us at least a little bit of privacy. But Darry wouldn’t let Pony come out with us tonight - something about homework or studying, I don’t know - so tonight is one of the rare times that it’s just me and Johnny. I love nights like this. Nights where we can pretend everyone already knows about us and he can take me out like he wants and I can spoil him like he deserves. But for now, it’s still just pretend. I’m not really sure what movie is playing, some sort of western, but eventually I get tired of sitting around and get up to go get popcorn.
“Hey doll,” Johnny protests when I untangle my arm from his, “where you going?”
“Popcorn,” I say before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Wanna coke?” He smiles back at me, blushing.
“Thanks baby.” He says. Leaving my coat in my seat, I make my way to the concessions stand. It was one of those nights where it started out warm but eventually got pretty cold. So, I brought a jacket just in case.
The concessions line wasn’t too long, but it was still several minutes before I started to make my way back to ours seats. However, I quickly ducked behind a trash can when I saw my big brother making his way towards Johnny and the empty seat next to him. The seat that still had my coat on it. Well, shit.
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Johnny was sitting quietly in his seat, waiting for you to come back. This was his favorite kind of night - one where it was just you and him. Where you guys could just be a couple, without the fear of what your big brother would do. Now, don’t get him wrong, Johnny respects the hell out of your brother. How could he not? Dallas is the toughest greaser around who’s willing to do anything to protect his kid sister, even if that means thrashin’ someone who get a little too close to her. And that scares the hell out of him.
It’s not like he wants to keep his relationship with you a secret. There’s just never a good enough time to bring it up. What’s he gonna do, waltz up to Dally and say “Oh, by the way, I’m madly in love with your sister and plan on marrying her one day.” Johnny doesn’t think he could even try to run fast enough to escape Dally’s wrath after saying something like that.
But, if Johnny knows one thing, he knows that he loves you. More than life itself. He loves you so much that he’s willing to face the devil called Dally if that means you could be his forever. He’s just gotta work up the nerve to talk to Dallas.
As if God (or the devil, depending on how you look at it) was listening to his inner thoughts, a heavy hand came down on his shoulder - shaking him from his reverie.
“Johnnycakes! What a surprise, man. Didn’t think I’d see you here. I thought Pony couldn’t come out tonight?” Johnny nervously lifted his eyes and made saw the very person he was thinking about. Dallas. Well, shit.
He cleared his throat nervously.
“H-Hey, Dal. What’re you doin’ here?” His was dry, the words sticking to the inside of his mouth. Dally scanned the crowd of other movie-goers before responding.
“I’m lookin’ for my sister. Apparently she didn’t think she needed to tell me where she was tonight. So’s, I’m just lookin’ in all the usual places. Have you seen her-” Dally paused, clocking what was obviously his sister’s jacket in the seat next to Johnny. “Hey, man! Are you on a date?” Dal clapped Johnny on the shoulder appreciatively. “So, who’s the lucky broad? Where’s she at? Anyone I know?” He started scanning the crowd again, trying to find you.
Johnny laughed nervously, “I guess you could say that.” He too began looking around, to warn you.
Dal stopped looking around and peered at Johnny’s face, which he was sure was as red as a tomato by now. “Whaddya mean by that? You guess?” He squinted at him. “It’s not Sylvia is it? I told her me and Steve’d beat the tar outta her if she was sniffing around you again.”
“No, no!” Johnny said, a little too loudly. “It’s not Sylvia. Swear it, I wouldn’t ever mess with her.”
“Well, spit it out man. Why’re you bein’ so secretive?” Dallas leaned in closer to Johnny, fighting to keep the grin off of his face.
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I watch from behind the trashcan as my older brother starts to get in Johnny’s face. Not good, not good at all. So far, there hasn’t been any yelling or signs of anger from Dal, but knowing him, it was only a matter of time.
Staring intently at the pair, I wait to make my move. (Whether that be high-tailing it out of there or going to rescue Johnny, I’m not sure yet.) Then, I make eye contact with Johnny and see him give a tiny nod. Guess that means it’s time to fess up. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for the incoming conversation. This probably wasn’t going to be pretty.
I walked up to the boys, carrying a popcorn and coke, trying to smile brightly (but it probably looks more like a grimace).
“Hiya, Dallas. What’s new?” At the sound of my voice, Dal whips around and glowers at me.
“Don’t give me that, you little shit. You snuck out. I’ve had enough with chasing you around town to make sure you don’t get killed or some shit like that.” Staring back at him, I don’t say anything. Instead, I move around him, put the food down, pick up my jacket from the seat, and sit down. Then, just because I could, I grabbed Johnny’s arm and put it around me. Not breaking eye contact with my brother the whole time. Johnny was tense beside me.
He clocked my intentions instantly. The bad part about growing up with him is that he is almost always able to read me to a T.
“So,” he started, tensely, “so this is why you sneak out all the time? To hang out with Johnny without telling me? What, do you think I’m stupid, or something?” His voice was getting louder, anger increasing. Oh no. Maybe I shouldn’t have acted like that. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” That caught me off guard.
“Me?” I scoffed, incredulously. “Why am I an idiot?” Dal chuckled.
“You really think I wouldn’t notice my kid sister acting as if she was in love or something? Baby, I think I could pinpoint the exact moment you two started going steady.” I paled. Apparently I’m not as good of an actor as I initially thought.
“Are you mad at me, Dallas?” I asked quietly, looking up at him through my lashes.
“Aw, hell kid.” He sighed. “No, I’m not mad. I just wish you woulda told me. I can see how happy he makes you” He turned a pointed finger to Johnny, who was quiet and pale this whole time. “You. Have her home right after, no messing around, got it?” Johnny nodded.
“Ye-yes, I got it.” Dal smirked, satisfied. Reaching into his pocket, he fished out 5 bucks and handed it to Johnny.
“Take her somewhere to eat after. Then, get some sleep. Cause in the morning, you and me are gonna have a talk.” Then, he turned to leave. I jumped up out of my seat.
“Dallas!” He stopped and turned back to me. I gave him a hug. “Thank you.” He ruffled my hair.
“Yeah, whatever kid. Go back to your boyfriend.” Pushing me off of him, he left. I made my way back to my seat.
“I guess that wasn’t as painful as it could have been.” I said, tucking myself back under Johnny’s arm.
“Yeah, that’s what you say. I’m the one who has to talk to him tomorrow.” I giggled and pecked him on the cheek.
“Oh my poor baby boy.” He blushed, but turned his head to face me.
“You missed,” he whispered, and leaned his head in to kiss me deeply on the lips.
The arrival of the Sully family to the beach was an event, to say the least. I was fishing beyond the reef that day, and it was still the first thing I heard about when I pulled up to shore with my Ilu.
I unloaded my catch for the day, a pretty sizable amount of various small species which will do well for the Clan’s dinner, when one of the dock attendants spoke to me.
“Be careful now, kay olo’eykte (future female clan leader), a strange family of forest dwellers showed up on our shores this morning. They have demon blood in them. From the tawtute (sky people).”
Half-breed Na’vi? Here? That doesn’t make any sense. Why would they show up here? We could not be any further from the forest.
“Irayo, ‘eylan” (Thank you, friend). I nodded to the attendant and left my catch with him. It would be transported to the proper place for preparations for the next meal. Right now, I need to speak to my father.
As a walk along the road of a boardwalk, people moved out of my way when they saw me coming. I don’t try to be mean, or anything, but as the future olo’eykte, I need to command a certain level of respect.
It’s been generations since the Clan has had an olo’eykte, but as the oldest-born of my father’s children, the mantle of leader will eventually fall to me, and that means I must prove my place within the Clan.
I made my way up to my mother and father, nodding my head to them in respect.
“Sa’sem (parents), what is going on? There are half-breeds here?”
“Ah, ‘itetsyìp (little daughter),” Mother greeted me, “your sempul (father)has granted sanctuary to a family of Omatikaya. One’s with demon blood in them, no less.” If she weren’t the Tsahìk of the clan, she probably would have punctuated her sentence by spitting on the ground.
“Ma’Ronal, please. Let us not judge this family in need.” Father admonished her, gently. “Come, ‘itetsyìp, I should introduce you to them. Your brother and sister have been tasked with training their children and welcoming them into our culture, for now they are just prrnens (babies).” I started to object, but Father already knew what I was thinking. “Do not worry, you need not disrupt your duties. This task is for your younger siblings, I just want to introduce you. As kay olo’eykte, it is important you know of every newcomer in the Clan.”
I really hope this does not interfere with any of my duties. I don’t have the time to babysit any forest freaks,part of the clan or not.
We started to walk along the beach, making our way to the group of people splashing in the distance. Even from here, I could see several of them were of a darker blue color, and they had long skinny tails. Those would not be good for swimming at all. How ridiculous.
Father must have noticed my silent glowering, because he spoke up.
“You might appreciate this,” he said with a smile. Doubt it, I thought. “The leader of the family, Jakesully, is the Toruk Makto.”
“What? No way!” I said, genuinely impressed. I grew up listening to stories the elders told around the fire, the tale of the Toruk Makto being my favorite. I wanted so badly to grow up and be like the mighty warriors of old. And, if I’m boing completely honest, I still do. “Why is the Toruk Makto all the way out here? Isn’t he the olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya?” Father smiled down at me.
“Jakesully and his family are now refugees, so we must do our best to welcome them into our olo’(clan). All of us.” His statement left me no room for argument. Not that I wanted to anyways. I bowed my head respectfully.
“Yes sempul.”
Walking closer to the group, I could see my younger brother and sister, Ao’nung and Tsireya, instructing the Omatikayans how to breathe properly. It’s a big family, 6 of them, all skinny and dark blue and yellow eyed and not suited for swimming at all. It’ll be very hard to become a part of the olo’, if they’re able to at all.
My sister looks up from where she’s demonstrating her breaths and sees Father and I getting closer. She waves at us, catching the attention of everyone around her. The group makes their way out of the water and back on the shore.
“Kaltxì (hello),” he said, doing the customary forehead gesture. They repeated it back to him. “Sorry to take you away from your learning, but I wanted to make one more introduction. This,” he said, pushing me forward slightly, “is my eldest ’ite (daughter), Y/N.” I also did the gesture.
“Oel ngati kameie (I see you).” The family repeated the gesture again. Okay, time to practice diplomacy. I cleared my throat and stood up straighter. “I want to personally welcome you to our Clan. Your journey must have been long and hard, so I want to extend the tsantxäl (invitation) to let me know if there’s anything the Clan or I can do to help service you.” I punctuated my little speech with a smile, which no doubt did not reach my eyes. I hate being diplomatic, especially to people who I just want to go away and leave our clan alone.
Then, I extended my hand out to the great Toruk Makto in what the tawtute call a hand shake. I did my research and know that he was once a tawtute himself.
“Welcome, Toruk Makto.” He blinked, as if not expecting me to know of his old tawtute customs, then smiled and shook my hand back firmly.
He looked over my head, back at Father, “I like this one.” Father laughed.
“Yes, well good. She is the kay olo’eykte, so I would hope my ‘ite would know how to greet people.” I turned around and scowled playfully at Father, before turning my attention to the Toruk Makto’s mate. The rest of his family paying very close attention to me.
“Welcome, sister. I hope you have found all of your accommodations to your liking. If not, please do not hesitate to notify me, and I will have it sorted out immediately.” Warily, Toruk Makto’s mate eyed me before nodding gently.
She is not happy. I don’t blame her. I would be pretty räptum (coarse; vulgar) if I was dragged halfway across the ocean with my young family. I didn’t bother with anymore introductions. I see no need to talk to four children, not when they have my siblings to refer to. Hopefully, that will keep them off my back and not be a distraction. I turned to Father, ready to be done with the charade.
“I must go now, I have duties to attend to, sempul.” Father nodded at me, giving me leave to be dismissed. Once more, I address the group. “I must take my leave, but I hope you are able to enjoy your stay here.” And then I left.
~
Watching the girl leave, Lo’ak leaned over to his brother.
“Damn, bro,” he whispered, “She’s even more uptight than you are.” Neteyam glared at his younger brother.
“I’m surprised you even noticed, what with your constant staring at Tsireya.” Lo’ak shoved his brother.
“Shut up, bro! She might hear you.” Neteyam shoved back, and soon the two boys were wrestling in the sand, with Jake and Neytiri yelling at them to behave.
~
Turning to look back at the commotion on the beach, I saw the two boys wrestling on the sand. Ugh, skxwangs (morons).
It’s been nearly a week since the Sully family arrived on the Metkayina shores. However, I’ve been so busy, that I have not had to run into any of them, only catching glimpses as I’m weaving my way through the network of Mauri pods or walking along the beach. I am okay with that. I don’t need to deal with any extra stress of outsiders right now. As the incoming first olo’eykte (female clan leader) in generations, many people are watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake so they can claim I am unworthy of the title and give it to my younger brother Ao’nung. Stupid old people and their stupid old traditions. I don’t see why being female would affect my abilities to lead, but alas, I must perform better than what is expected if I will someday command the respect of the People. Also, Ao’nung is a total skxwang, there’s no way he could handle doing what I do everyday.
Anyways, I’ve heard from my siblings that the newcomers are actually improving. Surprising. I didn’t know tree-dwellers would be good at swimming. Apparently, the eldest boy of the group has already mastered an Ilu. I would be impressed, but I mastered mine at the age of 6.
I am riding my Ilu, Frìp (bite). I call him that because he likes to bite people. I remember when I chose him - well, more like he aggressively chose me. He was a rogue Ilu, away from his pack, and charging to try and bite me whilst I swam a little too far from my mother. Instead of panicking, I hopped on him and made the tswin (queue) connection immediately. I have since learned that biting people is how he shows affection, something that not many other Na’vi appreciate. He’s feisty and I like that.
Today is one of my rare days where my duties were light and I had nothing to do before my daily meeting with Father, so now into the early afternoon, I am riding around the shallows with Frìp. It’s a nice, calm day. The blue waters warm and peaceful. I spent the past hour or so zooming through the reef, gracefully zipping past the schools of fish and coral clusters. Riding in the ocean is one of my favorite things to do, nobody can disturb me and it’s one of the times where I truly can feel free.
Curious fish float past and several of the braver ones swim with us, trying to keep up. Laughing, I race ahead to a clearing in the bay. I slip off of Frìp and start to free-float in the water. It’s such a beautiful day, I could honestly fall asleep here.
There’s a group of birds in the sky, circling around in the distance. I can hear them communicating with each other, crying out faintly.
My eyes start to drift close in the warmth of the sun.
All of a sudden, the waters come alive with splashing and shouting. Startled, I dive down and re-attach myself to Frìp. Urging him to the surface, I ready my tukru (spear) and we burst through to the surface, prepared for any danger. A battle-cry bursting forth from my lips.
I pull up short. There’s no threat, just ‘Reya, Ao’nung, and the newcomers. The Sullys look shocked, while my siblings are… laughing at me? I stroke Frìp’s neck to calm him turning towards the group, teeth bared.
“Vonväs! (Assholes) Why did you do that! I could have hurt you.”I reattach my tukru to its holder, still fuming.
“Oh great and mighty Y/N, we are sorry to have disturbed your rest,” Ao’nung says to me, clearly poking fun, “Please have mercy on us common people.” I hiss at him.
“Shut up, skxwang, you are such a child.” Huffing, I fully face Frìp, petting him and making soothing noises to calm him down. Preparing to fight always gets him riled up.
“Tsmuke (sister), we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you, we-” Tsireya starts to say. Without turning I speak,
“I wasn’t scared, you just startled me.” Yes, that won’t make me seem childish at all. A new voice spoke up.
“You are a very fierce warrior, how long have you been training?” It was the eldest Sully boy. He’s about my age, soft-spoken and serious.
“Since birth,” I spit, trying to keep the snarl out of my voice. The adrenaline is still running through me and I’m on edge now. “It was not a funny joke. I do not appreciate it. What are you guys doing here, anyways? Aren’t you two supposed to be teaching them our ways?”
“Well, we were, but then we saw you riding your Ilu and thought we would come and say hello.” Tsireya explains. I snort.
“Funny way of greeting someone.” One of the Sullys swims closer to me and Frìp, extending her hand to her forehead in greeting.
“I’m Tuktirey, but you can call me Tuk!” she says and I kid you not, my heart melts for her immediately. She is adorable. “May I pet your Ilu?” Without waiting for a response, she reaches towards Frìp.
“Careful!” I say, “He tends to…” Frìp snaps at Tuk’s hand, making her squeal and back up. “…bite.” I finish.
Ao’nung bursts out laughing.
“Yeah, careful forest girl! Only Y/N has been able to tame that poor excuse of an Ilu.” I glower at my brother.
“He doesn’t need tamed! And I’ve told you, that’s how he shows his affection.” I look at Tuk, taking her four-fingered hand in mine and inspecting it for any wounds. It looks fine, her hand escaped Frìp’s teeth, barely. “Sorry, he just gets a little excited.” Tuk stares at our joined hands for a moment longer before looking back up at me. She smiles, shaking her head reassuringly.
“It’s okay, I should have waited for you to say it was alright. Can I introduce you to my brothers and sister? We’ve been waiting for so long meet you.” She has an eager smile on her face, so how could I refuse this precious child. I nod, and allow her to pull me towards the group. “This,” she says pointing to the other girl, “is my sister Kiri!” Kiri waves at me, smiling. “And this is Lo’ak,” she points to the younger of the two boys. He nods in my direction, then looks back over at Tsireya. Weird. “And this is my big brother ‘Teyam!”
“Neteyam.” The older boy speaks up. I glance at him.
“Sorry?”
“It’s Neteyam.” He smiles quickly at me before looking away. I think Ao’nung was right, these forest boys are odd. I especially need to keep an eye on that Lo’ak, he seems to be getting a little too cozy with Tsireya. And that can’t happen. Father has always said that ‘Reya and I are not allowed to court someone until I finish my training to become olo’eykte and Tsireya trains to become tsahik (high priestess). Oh, Father will be angry if he finds out about this.
“It is very nice to meet you all. I am sorry about, um, earlier.” I say sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck.
“It’s okay!” Tuk reassures me, “You looked really cool! Like a mighty warrior!” She’s beaming up at me. I tousle her braids softly.
“Thank you, taronyutsyìp (little hunter), you’re too sweet.” Just then, I hear a call from the beach. Father is calling for me. I look up in the sky, checking the position of the sun. I’m late. I click my tongue at Frìp and he swims up to me. Jumping on his back, I nod to the group.
“I am very sorry, but I must leave you now. I am running late for a meeting with Father. Tsireya, Ao’nung, see you at supper.” With a little whoop, I propel Frìp forward, mentally preparing myself for Father’s reprimands. He hates it when I’m late. I knew these newcomers would cause me trouble.
~
As Y/N and her Ilu race away towards the beach, Lo’ak swims closer to his brother. Dropping his voice and mimicking Neteyam’s accents, he whispers in his ear, laughing: “You are a very fierce warrior, how long have you been training?” Neteyam jerks away from his brother, scowling.
“Oh yeah, as if you have room to talk. Don’t think I didn’t notice all of those looks you’ve been giving her sister. I think even she noticed, skxwang.” Lo’ak splashed in retaliation, sticking his tongue out at his older brother. “Oh yeah, real mature,” Neteyam said, before splashing him back.
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Ewya help me, I need a vacation from life. After about 10 minutes of being reminded by Father the importance of punctuality and being a good leader and blah blah blah, I was finally released from the clutches of Father with the instruction of “patrolling the beach” until supper. As if our shores need patrolled. That was his way of telling em to stay out of his sight for now. Fine by me, I want to spend more time with Frìp, anyways.
I am at the dock where the clan’s Ilus hang around, playing with Frìp, making him do rolls and flips for pieces of fish. Can’t be tamed, my txìm (butt). After entertaining myself with this for several hours, I start my way back to my family’s Mauri pod. Walking along the beach, I hear some voices up ahead. Familiar voices. One of them being of my sister. Walking with the younger Sully boy, Lo’ak. Holding hands? How interesting.
To avoid them, I take the long way back to the pod, assuring I would get back after Tsireya does.
When I walk inside, she is sitting in the corner, next to Mother. We may eye contact and she looks away quickly. Yeah, definitely trying to hide this.
I sit quietly next to Ao’nung throughout the meal, until Father speaks up.
“Itetsyìp (little daughter), have you put much thought into when you want to bond with a tsurak (skimwing)?You are getting older and start thinking about your transition into adulthood.” Mother’s head snaps up.
“No, Ma’Tonowari. She is still too young, let us wait a year.” This gets on my nerves. I am ready to start my rites into adulthood, even if Mother doesn’t think so.
“Why not, sa’nu (mom)? I can handle it. I am not too young.” Mother’s face is determined, set. I am not going to win this fight.
“You are still a child. No.” My anger flares up.
“Ao’nung is younger than me, and just the other day you said he was almost ready to begin his rites. Why him and not me?” Ao’nung nudges me in the side, silently begging me not to include him into my fight “And plus, if we’re not old enough for the rites, then we are definitely not old enough for courting - something that Tsireya conveniently forgot tonight.” Tsireya sits up straight and shoots me a glare. Whoops. Mother and Father turn on my sister. She starts speaking before they can question her.
“Okay, I know that sounds bad, but I was just walking back from the beach with Lo’ak. But sa’nu, sempu (dad), he’s so nice and funny and…and… it’s not fair!” She bursts out. “It’s not fair that we can’t court someone before we pass all of our rites and are super old. Why?” I snort.
“It is so you will not be distracted by silly boys, tsmuke.” Father nods in agreement.
“Yes, itetsyìp, you need to focus on your tsahik training before becoming involved with someone.”
“It’s not fair!” She whines. “This is literally only a punishment for me, it’s not like Y/N has ever been interested in a boy. She’s going to be unmated forever.”
“Hey!” I interject. Low blow. Just because I don’t want to be distracted by dumb boys doesn’t mean I want to be teased about it.
“Actually,” Father starts, “that gives me a great idea. New rule: you may court someone…” Tsireya perks up. Where is he going with this? “…once your sister does first.” Ah, there it is. She slumps over, groaning into her hands.
A "10 Things I Hate About You" - inspired Neteyam Sully x Reader fic series.
Description:
In the Metkayina oceanic village, new arrival Lo’ak Sully instantly falls head over heels for the girl of his dreams: Tsireya, but her father has prohibited her from finding a mate until her goody-two-shoes, perfect soldier of an older sister, Y/N, who is training to become the next leader of the Metkayina clan and eagerly awaiting the moment she can make her father proud, gets a mate. In attempt to solve his problem, Lo’ak’s sister, Kiri, and Tsireya find the only guy who could possibly be a match for Y/N: Neteyam, Lo’ak’s older brother who has a reputation of his own. For a promotion in the chief’s hunting party, Neteyam has to go out and break Y/N’s heart before her incoming training, but while hanging out with him, she develops feelings for him as she becomes more vulnerable to him than she has with anyone else.
This is an AU where most of the events from AWOW do not occur, except for the family’s arrival at the Metkayina Clan. If it doesn’t make sense, just don’t think about it too hard, okay? Thx.
today I was talking to my mom and sister about how I’m running music for my cousin’s wedding this month and my mom goes “I just love how sometimes you get hyper fixated on something and you get really good at it. It’s like your superpower” and the my sister says “yeah your ‘tism really pops off sometimes”
this is a thought I had in my head based off of my recent play through of Hogwarts Legacy where I made a character that looked like Harry Potter:
Harry Potter has a special talent. No, not just speaking Parseltongue or having an affinity for catching golden snitches. Harry Potter can see ancient magic. Now, he has to figure out how to harness it. Unfortunately, there’s no one in this century who can help him. However, the ever-brilliant Hermione has come up with a solution. Harry needs to travel back in time, to about 100 years ago, when the last expert of ancient magic, a transfiguration professor, tragically died. If Harry can go back in time, learn about this new type of magic, and maybe save the professor in the mean time, there may be a shot at winning the war against Voldemort.
