think i'm finally getting somewhere with edits, so uhhh. another maxoscar snip:
Oscar is the one who leans in, and kisses Max. Factual at first. Placid. His touch is curious, his mouth half open. Exactly what it felt like at boarding school when Oscar kissed girls. Except the person he’s kissing is 1. not a girl, 2. not placid at all.
In fact, Max returns the kiss with insistence. With an eagerness Oscar hadn’t expected. Max lets Oscar stay where he is, but places one hand firmly on Oscar’s neck, and the other on his waist.
Oscar grunts at surprise with the force of it, the open attraction. Of course Max kisses exactly like he races. With focus, with full claim over everything in its path. Never by halves.
Good thing Oscar can match him, then.
Because when Max tugs Oscar closer, leans his face to the side and nips at Oscar’s lower lip, a hunger that Oscar hadn’t known he had lights up in him too. His synapses seem to say: well, he’s into it. The three time world champion’s interested in you, so you might as well show him how you drive, too.
There’s still lots of angst though — perhaps in an accident that leaves both Rumi’s father and Sunlight Sister 3 dead while Rumi’s still a newborn.
Celine and Miyeong get through it but it’s obviously hard. A lot of nights holding each other as all three of them cry themselves out. Its hard to mourn while Miyeong is still recovering from childbirth and Rumi is so new, but Celine holds them together.
They move to the complex in Jeju full-time. The Sunlight Sisters never release another album. The Honmoon grows weaker. Demon attacks skyrocket. Feelings grow between Celine and Miyeong but it’s hard. It’s such a dark time for them. They both feel guilty.
But they settle in to raising Rumi together, and when the baby wakes up at three am crying they take turns getting up to calm her. Motherhood works well on Miyeong, Celine thinks. Miyeong is all soft words and calming touches and a soft voice singing a lullaby in the middle of the night. And Miyeong secretly thinks being a parent suits Celine too; Celine is calm and steady and strong and logical when Miyeong knows she herself has a tendency to panic.
When they’ve got their feet under them again, and Rumi is still a kid, now - maybe only three or four years - they move back to Seoul. They know the Honmoon needs them. They’ve allowed themselves to be comfortable far too long.
Demon hunts start up again - always solo, now, and only little by little at first. Someone stays with Rumi, someone goes out to take care of rips in the Honmoon. Celine fights hard for it to be her, always her, but sometimes Miyeong puts her foot down. She’s a hunter too, and she can’t stand always being home just hoping Celine will be back.
These fights are probably a catalyst for their feelings finally bubbling to the surface. Its around this time they finally start to let themselves feel, with less guilt.
Also around this time Celine goes to work setting up Sunlight Entertainment for the next generation of hunters. Miyeong, too, but its Celine who naturally slides into the role as CEO. She’s always been better at numbers, and planning, and being able to sit still and concentrate longer than 20 minutes… And Miyeong’s not really an office or pantsuit kinda gal.
Miyeong takes more of a stay at home role... She’s involved in all the company decisions but she works from a lil laptop at the kitchen counter. Miyeong gets more into the production side of music industry, too, now - she’s started actually selling the songs she writes, and producing music and even doing backup vocals for the new groups on the kpop scene.
Rumi eventually starts school at an expensive private institution meant for kids like her; her classmates are children of other stars, or politicians, or prominent businessmen (Mira starts the year after her, but they don’t meet for a long time).
The next few years continue like this. Rumi does very well in school, has a lil trouble making friends but nothing too bad. Miyeong’s produced music gains quite a fanbase, which actually strengthens the honmoon and re-vamps the public interest in Sunlight Sisters. Celine and Miyeong sign artists to Sunlight Entertainment and the company grows.
And one day seven-year-old Rumi pulls a sword from the honmoon.
They’re more shocked than they should be; Rumi’s always had a sensitivity to the honmoon, could always see it when Miyeong and Celine sang. They had a feeling it was more than just her half-demon, half-hunter heritage. It makes sense that Rumi is to be in the next generation of hunters.
But she’s young. And she’s theirs. And they’ve already lost enough family to duty and protecting the good of the world.
Selfishly they’d hoped the three new hunters would be strangers. Trainees at Sunlight.
They start Rumi’s training ASAP, but they don’t start looking for the other hunters yet. Rumi’s a special case - younger than any hunter ever, most likely. More in tune to the honmoon because of her parents. The other hunters wouldnt feel the pull of the honmoon for a few years yet, if they were Rumi’s age.
₍^. .^₎⟆ summary :; born on a world that wasn’t yours. you’re an alien to both species. you were supposed to die but pandora had other plans.
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ tags ?: (___) x human reader, fem!reader, slightly follows atwow script, daddy issues, angst
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
note: so im not sure if each part im writing feels too long or too short (｡•́︿•̀｡) if someone wants to let me know what they think, i would appreciate that!
letsssss go! ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و
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The sound of mumbling is faint in your ears.
You feel the surface beneath you—soft mats, woven furs, warm and surprisingly comfortable. For a moment, it feels calming, but then it hits you—the roar of the thanator.
Your chest tightens. The terror of the fall, the chase, the bullets—all of it comes crashing back in an instant.
You hoped it was all a dream, that you’d wake up back inside that cold base you resented.
Your eyes snap open. You spring up, sitting upright, heart hammering, letting out a loud gasp.
But your eyes meet three Na’vi figures standing at the edge of the room.
Their heads whip toward you at the sound of your gasp.
You stare at them, mouth hanging slightly open.
As quickly as you rose, you flop back down.
whatthehelldoidoohmygodohmygod-
You lie there, staring at the ceiling, hoping maybe if you stay perfectly still, they’ll just… go away.
Your train of thoughts panic is interrupted as you feel the surface beneath you shift slightly. Someone’s moving closer.
A shadow falls over you, blocking the faint glow above. One of the figures steps up, stopping just beside you. You can feel his presence before you look—tall, solid.
The much taller Na’vi of the three looks down at you, posture relaxed, hands at his sides.
“Hey,” he says, voice calm, careful. “there’s no need to be scared.”
You looked like your soul had left your body.
The Na’vi who spoke looks slightly concerned now. His brows knit together as he rubs the back of his neck.
You’re still laying there, gripping the mats beneath you like if you let go he’d snatch you up, eyes wide and unblinking.
Wait.
Is he speaking—
Did he just speak English?
“My name’s Jake Sully,” he continues, “I’m also human.”
“—or well, I was.” He chuckles awkwardly.
Your fingers loosen around the mats. Just slightly.
Jake Sully.
You’ve heard that name before. Whispers in the base. Stories.
The RDA wasn’t one single unit. There were different bases, different divisions. Your parents were assigned to a specific operation, one that focused on extraction and resources.
Quaritch’s group had been different and very private.
You weren’t supposed to know what went on there. It was confidential but, you snuck around and you heard some things.
That’s where you’d first heard the name. Jake Sully.
A traitor to humanity.
A deserter.
A target.
Slowly, you lift yourself to sit up. “Wait,” you breathe.
Your eyes widen even more.
“…the Jake Sully?”
Jake blinks, clearly caught off guard. His ears twitch slightly as he straightens, surprise flashing across his face. “You… know me?”
There’s something unreadable in his expression now—cautious, almost wary. Like he’s bracing himself for whatever comes next. “Where did you hear that name?”
You notice the two other figures fully turn toward you now, their backs straightening as their bodies go alert.
You had learned about this man—Jake Sully.
The one who switched sides. The one who betrayed them. The RDA wanted his ass.
He was responsible for the failure of their first plan, for disrupting everything they’d worked toward on Pandora. His name was always spoken with rage, with blame.
And now he was standing right in front of you.
Jake watches you closely, taking in every small reaction—the way your fingers twitch against the mats, how your breathing grew shallow and uneven.
He already knows.
He wanted to see if you’d lie, or be honest.
That would immediately tell him everything. If you were innocent, or a danger.
You open your mouth to speak, but you hesitate. Nothing comes out except the shallow breaths that fog your exopack.
“I—…” The word catches in your throat. Your chest rises and falls too fast, and every second feels heavier than the last.
Jake’s eyes stay locked on you, calm, patient, but unyielding. He doesn’t push. He doesn’t speak. He just waits.
“…the RDA…” you whisper, barely audible, the words almost lost in the fog of your mask.
His jaw loosens slightly,
“Alright,” he says, voice low. “you’re with them. That doesn’t… automatically mean you’re against us.”
“No! I’m not—” you blurt, voice shaking. “I’m actually against those fuckers—”
You rush the words out, barely pausing. “I didn’t have a choice. I was born here, stuck in all of it, and all I could do was watch them carry out their corrupt plans!”
His eyes soften a little as he takes in how panicked you are, how real your fear is.
“You’re not one of them,” He crouches down, “I can see that.”
You look at him, your eyes glistening.
Jake’s gaze stays steady, calm, soft now. “I can see you’re not one of them,” He says again, almost as if he was reassuring you.
“I wanna understand how you ended up in this situation. You almost-“
He turns around glancing at the two Na’vi’s standing afar, “…died.”
He turns his head back to face you.
“They… they tried to kill me,” you mumble, voice low but firm. “…after they killed my dad.”
Jake’s eyes widen sharply, his jaw parting slightly as if he’s about to speak. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to say, caught off guard by your words.
He opens his mouth again, searching for the right words, but before anything comes out, the curtain of the hut bursts open.
“Hey!” a voice cuts through the tense silence.
Your attention snaps to the noise, completely forgetting you were on the verge of tears.
It was another human!
The hell?
Why wasn’t he wearing human clothes?
He looks as if he’s cosplaying Tarzan.
“Spider!” one of the Na’vi says through clenched teeth, grabbing him. You notice he’s slightly taller than the other figure standing near him.
“Bro, what? Lo’ak told me what happened and to come quick—” Spider blurts out as he yanks his hand out of the Na’vi’s grip.
You notice Jake’s gaze shift from Spider to the other Na’vi—Lo’ak.
He looks guilty, like he knows he’s in trouble.
“Bro! You stumble across a human and don’t even think to call me?!” Spider exclaims, hands waving. “I’m the one who should be dealing with this! You know, same species, best person for this situation!”
Jake’s eyes narrow as he watches Spider flail. After a beat, he finally speaks, voice low and controlled,
“Spider… this is exactly why I didn’t call you.”
Lo’ak speaks up, voice tight with a hint of concern.
“Where’s she going to go?”
Jake stays silent for a moment, eyes scanning you as if measuring everything at once. Then, slow and deliberate, he finally says,
“With us.”
The words hang in the air, heavy but steady. You blink, processing, unsure if relief, disbelief, or something else.
The other Na’vi runs his fingers through his braids with a subtle sigh.
Jake lets out a small, almost wry exhale. “Well… I better talk to your mother about this.” He says looking at the young Na’vi’s.
The two Na’vi’s glance a certain look at each other, a look that’s unsettling in its intensity.
“You three,” Jake says, voice calm but firm, “keep her company, will you?”
You watch as Jake stands, the weight of his presence filling the hut, and makes his way toward the curtain.
In exchange, the three boys move toward you—Spider first, Lo’ak following, and the taller Na’vi, he was more serious, and brought a quiet, watchful presence.
You quickly cross your legs.
You watch as they plop down in front of you, all except the taller Na’vi.
You glance up, and his eyes meet yours immediately. You feel your heart skip a beat. He doesn’t move, doesn’t break eye contact—just watches, patient and calm, like he’s trying to figure you out.
Spider speaks first, voice loud and sharp. “So… a human, huh?”
His words grab your attention to him.
“Are we not the same species?” You say, sarcastic, eyes narrowed, giving him the are-you-dumb? look.
Lo’ak snorts beside him, shaking his head a little. The other Na’vi’s expression softens—he looks down, trying not to laugh, but you can see the faint amusement in his eyes.
Spider throws his hands up, exasperated. “Hey! I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking! Don’t give me that look!”
Lo’ak lets out a short chuckle. “I’m Lo’ak,” He says, voice calm but steady. “And that’s my brother, Neteyam.”
You look up at the Na’vi, Neteyam huh?
You glance at Spider, curious. “How did you end up here? Were you with the…RDA?”
Spider blinks at you, slightly caught off guard. “Uh… that’s… complicated.”
He starts talking, words tumbling out as he begins to explain, rambling a bit, jumping from one detail to the next.
Neteyam, standing nearby, lets out a quiet sigh. “You don’t have to talk her ear off,” he says, a teasing edge in his voice. “she didn’t ask for your whole life story.”
Before Spider can respond, the curtain of the hut shifts—and another young Na’vi steps in, her presence quiet but immediately noticeable.
“Hi! I’m Kiri.” She says, her voice gentle and bright, like she’s genuinely happy to see you.
Lo’ak’s lips twitch into a small smile. “That’s our sister,” he says.
Before you can react, another blur of motion bounces into the hut. “I’m Tuk!” the little one shouts, practically vibrating with energy.
You blink, caught between surprise and a strange sense of comfort, as the hut suddenly feels a lot warmer—and a lot more chaotic.
“I’m Y/N.” You say softly, “Nice to…meet you all?” The sentence felt awkward in this scenario.
You wait, glancing toward the curtain, expecting Jake to come back—but he doesn’t.
In the meantime, the others start talking all at once. Spider and Lo’ak bounce from one topic to another, words tumbling over each other. Kiri chimes in too, though she seems more interested in talking to you—but Tuk barely gives her the chance, interrupting with his own excited chatter.
However, Neteyam stays quieter, just observing, his calm presence a sharp contrast to the chatter.
You mostly stay silent, letting them ramble around you, feeling a mix of confusion, amusement, and slight overwhelm. The minutes stretch on, and still, Jake doesn’t return.
You sat cross-legged, one elbow braced on your knee, your hand supporting your cheek exopack. At some point, your head tilts, and you drift off without meaning to.
woah wait i love the idea of different versions of ragatha haunting jax !! (everything i know abt the finale was learned thru tumblr osmosis so haunting's probably not the right word but oh well)
how do you imagine them? like an early-days ragatha, real-world ragatha, cowgirl ragatha, etc?
i thought it would be fun if for every version of jax there was a ragatha to somewhat oppose him. the following is very messy and indulgent of me i think but i’m just spitballing:
i think. there could be so many in retrospect. the show makes it seem like jax’s mind only exists within the vacuum of what the viewer sees rather than his also having past experiences within the circus and w/ the other characters.
( i don’t know how to explain it but i didn’t like how before the flashbacks, there is context for like basically everything. i think (nitpicking inc) artistically it sucks compared to goose’s other work. it felt to underbaked esp for a series finale. for someone who supposed to have a lot going on and plays to extremes, his head felt very empty….i don’t know how to explain better)
so anyways all this to say, you have to keep in mind, that everything is still happening in jax’s mind so essentially it’s him but ragatha has taken the form of the more logical half of his brain? ragatha has not neglected to press any of his buttons (until. of course 😑. you know.) and i think them being foils of eachother other and him constantly running from the truth while also projecting on to her, as seen in ep5, would come full force. so a ragatha for every jax and all which represent his ideals and reality. and they all take of different forms. but also. they are also what he thinks that she thinks of him. being that they were stuck on them hating each other and all. idk. does this even make sense??????
ALL THIS TO SAY. yes. early ragatha, cowgirl ragatha, ragatha that tells the truth. ragatha that tells lies. ragatha in that one adventure he has not stopped thinking about. ragatha without a mouth. ragatha that hates him. princess ragatha. evil ragatha. ragatha ragatha ragatha
