#x daughter reader

[sharksmile5]

shane hollander and ilya rozanov + teenage daughter

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hi! here are some hollanov girl dad head cannons (shane is dad, ilya is papa) lmk if yall would want more!

part 2 if you are interested :)

[snitchesgetnobitches]

Can you do a Sick sully reader??

She was 9 when it first happened, it was during a hunt with her mother that she first noticed something wasn't right, her lungs ached and her back hurt, her heart pounding more than it should have.

She kept on noticing Small things, small signs that something wasn't right.

It happened the night of her 10th year. They had all gone to bed, everyone sleeping soundly until Neytiri was awoken by gasping. She looked around for the reason of the sound, her eyes falling onto her panicking daughter.

"Y/n?" Neytiri rushed over to her daughter, hands hovering

"MaJake!" Neytiri shouted, waking her husband.

"What?"

*this is based very loosly on something that happened to me, I was born with my condition but readers was a genetic mutation that doesn't show up until the start of Puberty.*

Could be a genetic that carried over from Jake's human side? It's life lona.

They rush her to norm, where they manage to stabilise her.

(They get her medication and a nebuliser type machine?) make sense? Or something like that?

Burden : ̗̀➛

⟢ Pairings: Ao’nung x Sully!Reader

⟢ Warnings: Chocking, suffocating, mention of self hate, medical talking may not be accurate, some characters may be oc, feeling unwanted, panic attack, anxiety

⟢ Author’s note: I had so much fun writing this, and I did them both cause I felt like they were kind of the same thing I hope y’all like it! Forgive me for any mistakes🙏

Enjoy!🫶❤️

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You were born wrong.

That’s what the people said when you were small. Some made it their mission to avoid you in every way. Kids looked at you weirdly, some making fun of you by repeating what they had heard their elders whisper.

A curse was what you were called.

All because you were different.

Different in a weird way, not like your siblings who had small insignificant traits that did not affect their everyday life.

You had human lungs.

They worked, mostly, but they burned when you ran too long, seized when the air was too cold, didn’t let you breathe pandora’s air for more than a few hours.

But it didn’t bother you as much, because at first, it was small so it was easy to ignore.

The first time happened around the age of 7, you were on a hunt, just you and your mother.

The forest quiet except for birdsong and the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet. You kept pace easily, following your mother with a happy smile, bow steady in your hands, until a dull ache bloomed in your chest.

Not pain but pressure like.

Your lungs felt tight, like the air wasn’t filling them all the way, as if it wasn’t enough. Your back ached, a strange soreness that made you shift uncomfortably.

Your heart was pounding too fast.

You tired to shake it off, you told yourself it was nothing. You didn’t want Neytiri to worry.

You were strong.

You were a Sully.

So you suppressed it until you didn’t feel it again. And you did the same thing the other times too, you pushed it aside until it didn’t bother you anymore.

But then it started getting worse the older you got, until it led to the incident that changed your life.

It happened the night of your tenth birthday.

The family’s Kelku was quiet, light long faded, your family slept peacefully, everyone in their own hammocks.

Neytiri opened her eyes, ears perking up at the sound of soft, broken gasps.

For a heartbeat, she didn’t understand what she was hearing. Eyes darting around the room until her eyes settled on you.

You were sitting upright in your hammock, fingers digging into the fabric, your knuckles were hurting. Your chest heaving violently, breaths sharp and fast, like you were drowning on the air. Your eyes were wide, teary with panic.

“Y/n?” Neytiri whispered, already moving to stand next to you. Placing her hand on your arms she felt you trembling like a leaf.

“Mama..”you managed to choke, hands going to your neck. You tried to speak, to tell her but no incoherent words were coming out.

Fear slammed into her, her hands trembling as she felt helpless, she immediately turned to her mate shouting. “Ma Jake!” voice breaking as she wrapped her arms around you“Ma Jake!”

Jake bolted upright instantly, ears flattened against his head, eyes darting to his mate. Once he looked at you, gasping and trembling in your mother’s arms, the color drained from his face.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded, feet quick to move at your side.

“She cannot breathe”Neytiri said, panic leaking into every word. “Her heart—listen—”she tried to explain but the sobs that were coming out of her mouth made it impossible.

Jake pressed his ear to your chest, and his blood ran cold at the way it was beating far too fast.

You gasped again, a desperate sound, body curling in on itself as your lungs refused to cooperate.

Your siblings woke up at the commotion, little Lo’ak cried as he got startled by the noise, while Kiri gripped tightly the fabric of her hammock in fear. Neteyam was the one who stood up, going to your side and peeking from behind his father’s shoulders.

“No, no, no” Jake muttered, looking around for a solution, for anything that could help. “Okay, it’s okay, we’ve got you.”

You were crying, tears streaming down your face, fear settling in. In that moment you were convinced death was knocking at your door.

Neteyam’s ears flattened, terror struck him as he watched you become pale.

Neytiri’s breath shattered, hold tightening around you. Her mind was foggy she could not think nor see clearly as she held you close.

“Oh great mother..” she cried, whispering and pleading for Eywa to protect you and keep you by her side.

Jake didn’t waste another second.

”You stay here and look after your siblings”he said to Neteyam, who quickly nodded. He then lifted you into his arms, turning to his mate “we’re going to Norm. Now.”

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Norm nearly dropped his tablet when he saw you, jaw on the floor.

“Oh shit” he breathed, already moving to turn on the machines and devices.

Your oxygen levels were crashing. Your lungs were inflamed, spasming, behaving nothing like a Na’vi’s should.

“It’s a mutation” Norm explained quickly as he worked, fitting a mask over your face that pumped mist into your lungs. A nebulizer, adapted from human tech, modified. “It’s a Genetic expression delay. It starts showing with puberty”.

Jake’s stomach dropped. “It’s from me”he said quietly, jaw clenched.

Norm nodded slowly “yeah, it’s human’s lung structure trying to function in a Na’vi body. It’s… rare, but survivable”.

Jake stood frozen, guilt crushing him.

The medication burned at first, then slowly your breathing eased. Your chest loosened, air finally filled your lungs without pain and so you went limp from exhaustion.

Neytiri sobbed silently, thanking the great mother as she pressed kisses to your hair.

“She’ll be having other episodes” Norm continued, breaking the silence. “She’ll need meds, a portable breathing device and monitoring”.

“…Will she live?” Jake questioned, barely audible.

Norm met his eyes with a grim expression”yes, but it’s gonna be scary”.

And it was, every time.

Because that night was just the beginning of what was gonna be a long nightmare.

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There were days where you just hated it.

It felt like you were a stranger in your own body.

You felt uncomfortable, especially on those days were the attacks were painful and made you want to claw your way out of your skin.

Your family made it their mission to make you feel normal, even with all the machines you had to sit next to once a day or the way you couldn’t keep up during training.

But you knew the truth.

You were a burden.

You were nothing more than a thorn at their side, you slowed your siblings down whenever you were playing.

You always worried your mother, she never rested easy whenever you went out. Always waiting to see you come back, praying to Eywa that you do not have one of those attacks that might take you from her.

Your father was much more gentler with you, too gentle, in a way that irked you. Because he treated you like a helpless little creature.

You had stricter rules to follow if you wanted to go out.

You weren’t allowed to train seriously like your brothers because then you would strain yourself too much.

You needed to be with someone at all times or else your parents were gonna freak out.

Like the last time.

You had decided to sneak out in the middle of a scolding that Jake and Neytiri were giving to Lo’ak, after another one of his brilliant ideas failed, you didn’t go very far after all you were scared too.

You were laying on the ground, fingers feeling the grass beneath you, chuckling as you felt tickled by it. The forest was alive around you.

And for the first time after a long time you had felt free, your cheek pressed against the grass as you breathed in the air slowly. It burned a little, stinging just enough to get your eyes to water but you did not care.

Because it was just you and the forest, and you had missed this.

After a while, after the burning sensation started to bother you, you stood up, making your way back to the family’s Kelku.

With each step you took, with each breath that you inhaled the burning sensation started to turn into something more.

You walked quicker as you felt your breath being pulled away slowly, panic rising in your chest.

Thankfully you were not far away and you began to hear your brother’s voice calling for you, tone filled with panic.

Once he spotted you he was quick to run to your side, noticing the way your pace was slowing and your chest was rising faster with each breath, trying to cling to the last bit of air.

“She’s here! Dad!”Lo’ak placed his hands on your forearms, guiding you to sit on the ground as he kept calling for his father to come quick.

Jake came running, sprinting through the woods with a mask on his hand.

As soon as he reached you and your brother he was quick to active the nebulizer and gently place it on your face. “It’s okay sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay”he guided you, gesturing you to take slow deep breaths.

He let out a big breath of relief once he heard you gasp and inhale, hands trembling, going to your chest to hear your heart beat slow down and go back to normal.

He hugged you tightly, before pulling away to check on you. “What were you thinking?”he questioned, voice harsh but you could still hear the underline of worry in it.

“I wanted to go out alone for once..”you answered, standing up with the help of your younger brother, knees trembling slightly.

“I’m sorry..”you continued, voice low , gaze locked to the ground, ears flattened against your head, almost disappearing.

You hated seeing your family worry so much about you.

There were nights were Kiri did not sleep. Instead she stayed by your side, scared that you were gonna be taken from her in the middle of the night.

You could feel it, you always sensed her footsteps approaching your hammock slowly. Sometimes she even squeezed herself next to you, head against your chest to feel your heartbeat.

Lo’ak did the same but he was more sneaky about it. He woke up during the night to check on you silently, putting his fingers under your nose to see if you were still breathing.

Neteyam did not wake up in the middle of the night but he was always by your side during the day. You were mostly with him, taking walks even if he could sometimes get too protective as well. But training with him was much less overbearing than with your father.

You did not like to train with your father since it ended up with you either getting frustrated with the fact that he did not let you do anything outside of shooting arrows, or with him being too worried, too cautious to the point where he just sent you home.

The outcome was always the same.

You getting frustrated.

Tuk was the only one in the family to actually make you feel normal.

She just loved to be in your presence.

You would carve her wood animals, that she asked for with her usual puppy eyes that you could not refuse.

Or braid her hair in a pretty way adding flowers, beads and everything she asked as she ranted about something she has seen today.

Or she’ll do your hair in a messy way, little hands working as best as they could but you always praised her for her hard work, never making her feel bad for making you have to redo your hair all over again.

However you still did not feel like you belonged anywhere truly.

You spent most of the time in the lab since you could feel free there, the air was safe and breathable, you even spent the night there when the attacks were too close to one another. Neytiri reluctantly agreed to let you.

But you were not human, at least you were not physically human, so the lab was not your place. You were too big, sometimes your tail knocked over things or other times you would break something while holding it.

But you also did not feel Na’vi. As much as you loved the forest and the people you did not think they reciprocated.

The people looked at you through judgmental gazes, not many went out of their way to talk to you or even be nice to you.

So that was why you did not make as much as a fuss as your siblings about leaving the forest.

You were sad, after all you would have to leave your grandmother, the place where you grew up and all the memories you made.

You would miss the forest, but you were sure she would not miss you.

Throughout the ride, behind your father’s back, you smiled as you admired the ocean beneath, the creatures swimming by.

Even if you could not feel the wind blowing on your face since you had the mask on, something Jake was being paranoid about, you could still feel it on your skin and it was the best sensation ever.

You never rode an Ikran, never bonded with one.

You parents did not even let you think about having one of your own, so you could only imagine what it would have been like flying freely like your siblings in the air, with no care whatsoever.

The sensation bought you shivers down your back, smile widening as you stirred one hand out.

Neteyam who was riding close by, turned to see you beam with happiness and he smiled at the sight. Signaling it to Lo’ak, who also let a smile slip past his lips.

In times of sadness and sorrow your happiness managed to bring them joy.

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Once you landed on what was the Metkayina clan’s territory, your father helped you climb down the Ikran.

Your toes wiggled as you felt the sand, it was nothing like the grass back home. The texture was more grainy and smooth.

The excitement at the new place quickly died down once you noticed the people there look at your family with gazes that were usually redirected to you only.

Your mother quickly hissed at you to come behind her, and you obliged immediately, trying to hide from their view.

Neteyam took a protective stance, taking a step forward to shield you once he noticed the way you fidgeted with your hands, usually a sign of stress from your part.

You stood with your mask still on, fingers flexing at your sides as the waves rolled in and out. You almost gave in to your desire of inhaling and feeling the fresh air against your face but you knew this wasn’t the right time.

You felt as if you were naked in front of these people.

Their eyes darting to your family’s features, brows furrowing as they noticed the thin tails and arms, wondering how they could live with them with such useless tails, but their frown deepened once they set their gaze on you, looking confused at the thing you seemed to be having on your face.

Your ears flattened as you watched the Tsahik of the Metkayna clan humiliate your family, walking toward your siblings slowly, judging them. Pointing out Kiri’s five fingers however once her own gaze set on you she gave you the same look her people did.

“And what is this?”she questioned harshly, taking a step closer toward you. Lo’ak tensed as he stepped forward to shield you. But before she could add anything your mother hissed at her, reminding her just who her husband was.

Your eyes felt glassy, at that point you did not pay attention to their conversation, too engrossed in your own spiraling thoughts.

You did not know why you had such high hopes for this place to be any different than your own home.

Your tail swayed behind you, eyes darting nervously everywhere for an exit, chest tightening by the second.

Your fist clenched as you tried to calm your nerves down, biting your lips hard enough to draw blood.

Kiri noticed from the corner of her eyes, she wrapped her poncho around you, hands going to yours, squeezing them softly to reassure you.

You let out a deep breath before turning to her with a small grateful smile that she reciprocated.

Your ears perked up when you heard the Olo'eyktan announce that your family will be staying and learning the Metkayna ways.

You turned to look at the kids that were supposed to help you adjust to this place.

Your eyes met the tallest one’s, his gaze was so intense, making you grow uncomfortable as you shifted in your place before he looked away, focus stolen by something the other one next to him said.

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The girl, who you had heard was named Tsireya, showed you the way around, bringing you to what was supposed to be your new home.

You entered the place curiously, hands touching everything in sight, fascinated by this new place above the sea. This was so different from the forest you were used to but it was so enchanting.

It didn’t take you long to adjust to the sea unlike your siblings, to hold your breath or learn to swim.

The air there was not that harmful to you, but you still needed to be careful. So you kept a mask by your side at all times, something your parents made sure you never forgot.

The first time you breathe the air, you did not feel the burning sensation you usually felt.

You took a careful breath.

Then another.

For once, your lungs didn’t scream at you for existing.

They hesitated but they didn’t seize.

The ocean air was different.

Thick, wet, heavy, welcoming in a way that the forest air never was.

It was like the sea was your true home.

Your family stayed paranoid about it though, you always felt their eyes on you.

Someone was always by your side no matter what, but since your siblings were mostly busy you always managed to slip away for a few seconds.

With time you managed to get out of your shell and speak to the others. Although the ones you truly talked to outside of your family were Tsireya and Roxto.

The one you haven’t spoken a single word to was the eldest boy, Ao’nung.

You had to be honest, you were intimidated by his presence and the way he looked at you sometimes made you feel like a wounded prey out in the open. He did not have a nice reputation around your family either.

He made fun of them, calling them names and mocking their appearances. However he never said anything to you.

Perhaps it was because you avoided him like a disease whenever he seemed to open his mouth or step closer, or perhaps he knew you weren’t worth the effort and just left you alone, which you did not mind.

Until one day you were sitting peacefully by the water, the waves came crashing gently on the shore, the sun was shining brightly.

You had managed to slip away from your family’s firm watch, deciding to sit on the sand and weave a necklace for your mother. A gift you thought would be nice to give her since you rarely saw her smile these last few weeks.

You were humming softly a random tune you had picked up until a set of footsteps caught your attention.

You turned around immediately, meeting Ao’nung’s gaze.

He was walking closer to you and you felt your stomach drop.

Before you could get up and take off like always, he raised his hands in surrender. “Please don’t run, i did not came here to fight”he spoke, tone softer than usual.

You reluctantly went back to sit down, easing your hold on the strings that you had crushed with your fist.

He followed suit, dropping down on the sand a few inches away from you.

Even without looking at him you could feel his gaze on you”can I ask what you are weaving?” He questioned, gaze slipping to the strings and beads you had in hand.

You hesitated, gaze locked to the ground beneath you before you answered”it is a gift for my mother”.

You heard him let out a breathless chuckle, ”I could help you weave it the way we do it”he offered.

You turned to him surprised, meeting his gaze again”you would?” Your voice came out much more lower than you intended but thankfully he was close enough to hear it.

He nodded once, a smile tugging at his lips. “If you are gonna stay here, you might as well learn the way we weave”.

You lost track of time, hands following his movements, brows furrowed as you listened carefully to his words. A comfortable air settled over you two, you almost forgot this was the same boy who insulted your siblings constantly.

He looked so different.

His tone was gentle, he never shamed you once for the mistakes you made only teaching you patiently over and over again, never once complaining.

Soon one time became all the times.

You two met in the same spot every evening before darkness set so he could teach you more mundane works.

It became a secret meeting for you two, and since then he has been less mean with your siblings. Instead of picking on Lo’ak, he just focused on teaching him the right techniques with some occasional slip of the tongue but it has been getting better.

Your siblings were all shocked by his sudden change of attitude. Lo’ak said it freaked him out since he wasn’t sure it was genuine, but you believed it.

Because you got to see his soft side when no one was there.

It was the first time someone outside of your family treated you with gentleness and patient instead of insults or weird stares.

And whenever he smiled your chest tightened, but it wasn’t because of an attack.

You almost didn’t get many attacks anymore, they lessened by the day. It got to the point where you forgot to bring a mask with you, even if your family freaked out once they saw you walk back in without one.

You finally felt normal.

Or so you thought.

Because you had let your guard down.

It happened while you were laughing.

Really laughing, head tipped back, the ocean breeze filling your lungs as Ao’nung splashed you, smug grin plastered on his face.

“You are slow, forest girl” he teased.

“Oh, shut up” you shoot back, laughing harder as you chased him through the shallows.

And then your chest tightened.

Painfully.

Your breath stuttered, cut off like the air itself has turned solid. You stopped mid-step, fingers clawing at your throat as your lungs refused to pull in enough air.

Aonung turned just in time to see your smile vanish.

“Hey—” he started, tone filled with confusion.

You dropped to your knees.

That’s when panic slammed into him.

He splashed back to you, hands shaking as he grabbed your shoulders. “Are you alright?”

You’re trying to breathe, desperately. Your chest heaved, lungs burning, spots appearing in your vision.

You gasped but nothing came.

Aonung yelled for help.

Neteyam, Kiri and Lo’ak were close enough to hear his shouts and ran to help. When they came closer their hearts dropped as they saw you.

They were on you in seconds.

Neteyam’s hands were steady as he worked to help you, but his eyes were wild, ears flattened against his head.

Kiri pressed her forehead to yours, glowing fingers warm against your arm as she whispered prayers under her breath. Lo’ak’s face drained of any colors, his hands trembling, not sure what to do until Neteyam told him to run back and get the nebulizer.

Ao’nung looked wrecked.

He was hovering, pacing, muttering frantically.

“She was fine—she was laughing—I don’t understand..”

Ao’nung had heard you had some problems, breathing ones. He did not know the full extension of it, but he did notice how you would sometimes look dizzy or that strange thing you always had either on your face or strapped to your waist.

He had heard from your siblings, once he made peace with them, that you had some kind of “attacks” related to the breathing problems.

He never knew how scary they truly were.

Lo’ak came back running, device in hand before he threw it to Neteyam, who quickly activated it and placed it on your face.

Finally, your lungs caught.

Air rushed in, sharp and painful. You coughed violently, chest spasming as you folded forward, gulping breath like you’ve been underwater too long.

Neteyam exhaled so hard his shoulders sagged.

Kiri squeezed your hand like she’ll never let go.

And Aonung dropped to his knees in front of you, eyes blazing, hands reaching for yours.

“Please” Lo’ak blurted, also dropping down next to you. “Stop trying to die.”

You managed a weak laugh between coughs. “Not—trying—”

When you turned, you were surprised to see Ao’nung looking so wrecked. Seeing fear in his eyes hurt worse than the burning in your chest.

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After that incident Ao’nung has been glued to your side whenever he saw you. The memory of the attack still imprinted on his mind.

During your meetings you could feel him hovering slightly, he began reminding you to not forget your mask, sometimes his hand reached for yours unconsciously.

You did not mind.

Your own gaze seemed to be always redirected toward him. You had found yourself admiring him more than you would have realized.

Your meetings became longer and filled with many conversations unlike before, where you usually stayed silent and he did most of the talking while showing you the Metkayna’s ways.

What you thought was a friendship quickly started to bloom into something more.

During festivals, where you preferred to stay far enough to not interact with others but close enough to hear the music, he stayed with you.

When other reef kids tried to make fun of the mask you wore from time to time, he was quick to defend you. Just a look from him was enough to make the others walk away, not wanting to pick a fight with the chief’s son.

When you first bonded with an Ilu, he took you swimming to his favorite place. A beach not too far away from the village, you stayed there for hours. Splashing each other, running or sitting down on the sand, chatting about everything that came to mind.

You had found yourself falling for the Metkayna boy.

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One day, you were in the water, not too deep in, playing with young Ilus. He had come from behind you, startling you.

“Ao’nung”you spoke, placing a hand to your chest. “You scared me! Skxawng”.

He chuckled, tilting his head to truly admire you.

“My apologies, I did not know you could get scared that easily”he answered smugly.

You rolled your eyes at him, before he placed one of his hand on your upper arm, heat rushed to your cheeks.

You had just noticed how close he was.

“I came here to confess something”he spoke again, this time his voice was gentler, his smug grin vanishing instead replaced by a vulnerable look.

You nodded your head once, encouraging him to continue, gaze locked with his.

He took a careful breath before opening his mouth.

”I see you.”

Your eyes widened, mouth agape.

“I have, since I first set my gaze on you if I was completely honest”he let out a weak chuckle. “You are beloved to me…I have made many mistakes that I’m not proud of and I’m trying to fix what I have done”.

He stepped closer, the water moving alongside him.

You stayed frozen for a second.

Heart racing in your chest. Breath hitching.

“You won’t be happy with me..”you finally spoke, voice breaking, cutting him off before he could add anything else. “I am a joke, I’m not a true Na’vi. I’m not what you deserve“you finished, eyes glassy.

He took his other arm from behind his back, in his hand there was a necklace.

A beautiful necklace.

Woven from translucent beads and soft pearls, gathered around a large shell pendant that glowed with ocean hues, as if shaped entirely by sea rather than his hands.

You gasped in surprise, taken aback.

“I had been working on it for months, switching materials until I thought it was beautiful enough”he said, smiling at the way you admired the necklace. “Although now I can see that there is no match for your beauty”.

Your cheeks flushed, tail swishing behind you.

“You are no joke”he started again”I believe you were sent by Eywa herself, you are a blessing to me”.

He met your gaze, you swallowed still not sure about what to say or do.

He noticed how you seemed to hesitate. ”I will not force you to be with me”his gaze dropped, looking at the art craft in his hands.

“I just thought I should let you know.”

You noticed the way sadness washed over his face.

He thought you were rejecting him.

You smiled, reaching up, fingers brushing his cheek.

“I see you, Ao’nung”you whispered, smile widening at the way he beamed with happiness.

He placed the necklace around your neck, every time his fingers brushed your skin you felt heat rise up to your cheeks.

He then leaned closer and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Just as you thought his lips would touch yours, he placed a kiss on your temple.

“I will protect you” he promised “If you slow, I slow. If you stop, I catch you.”

You placed your forehead against his collarbone, his tail wrapped loosely around your leg.

“I want to become the man you deserve.”

A/n: I’m so sorry with school work and everything I took so long at writing this, I hope y’all like it!<3

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The fallen Sully (1)

Pt.2 Pt.3

Summary: so imagine Jake and Neytiris eldest daughter is the black sheep of the family, so when she runs away will they ever see again ?

Are you familiar with the childrens films Atlantis: the lost empire ? What about the idea that Atlantis has its own tribe of Navi's, where Y/n ends up staying?

I haven't seen Avatar: fire and ash yet, so there might not be any spoilers for the movie. Everthing here is made up.

Feel free to share any ideas you have. :)

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You were born first.

That fact alone should have meant something.

In the beginning, it did.

Jake Sully used to tell stories about the day you arrived, how you came into the world screaming like a banshee, long-limbed and already stubborn. Neytiri had laughed through her exhaustion, brushing her thumb over your cheek and whispering that Eywa had given her a warrior child.

But warriors were meant to fit somewhere.

And as the years passed, you didin't.

A few years later…

“Come on, guys! Faster!” Lo’ak’s voice reaches your ears. The idea was obvious from the idiots’ names alone: Lo’ak and Spider. You slowed down a bit for your little sister Tuk, who was breathing hard. “Wait, guys! Slow down! We can’t go that fast!” you shouted at them as they were already a few meters ahead of you. When you stopped, Spider immediately came over. “Bro, why’d you bring her anyway?” he said, glancing at Tuk. “She’s such a crybaby. She’s al—” He didn’t finish his sentence before you cut him off. “Lo’ak, Spider, shut up! That’s not nice! She’s our baby sister.” “But Y/n—” Lo’ak tried. “No, Lo’ak, that’s enough. It was a bad idea to come here anyway. We shouldn’t do this.”

Lo’ak and Spider started mocking you, repeating your words. “Hey, big sis, I thought you were some cool shit. That’s what all the other kids in camp say. Guess it’s not like that, huh?” They both laughed. You just rolled your eyes and looked at your other little sister, Kiri. But she was in her own world, staring into the forest. After all the climbing the boys did, you and Tuk picked small flowers and tried to make little crowns.

Spider went to walk beside Kiri. After a few minutes—after the long walk for you and the sprint Lo’ak and Spider had made—they suddenly stopped. “What is it?” you asked as you stepped up beside Lo’ak and looked down at the footprint. “It’s way too big for a human. Must be Avatars. But there aren’t supposed to be any of ours in this area.” You looked up at the others. Your protective instinct kicked in hard. “Come on, guys, we need to go. Now,” you said. Lo’ak and Spider started walking the opposite way. “Hey! Where are you going?” Kiri called out as she followed more slowly. “Tracking…” Lo’ak answered. Great, you thought. “Guys, we need to go now! We don’t know how many there are!” you whispered urgently. Of course, nobody listened. You kneeled behind some bushes when an idea—one you really didn’t like—came to mind. “I need to call this in.” “Please no, Y/n. Dad will be angry. Really angry when he finds out Tuk is with us,” Lo'ak whispered. You ignored his whining. “Devil Dog, this is Ladybug, over.” “Ladybug, send your traffic.” “There are people here who look like Avatars, but not from our clan. Full camo, carrying ARs. I count six right now, but I don’t know if there are more somewhere. Over.” “Where are you? Over.” You rolled your eyes. Okay… here comes the not-so-fun part. “We’re at the old shack.” And then came the question everyone was waiting for. “Who’s we?” Oh, Eywa… “Me, Spider, Kiri, Lo’ak and… Tuk.” There was a short pause. “Y/n, you listen to me very carefully. You pull back right now. You move as fast and as silently as you can, okay?” “Yes, sir,” you replied. “And Y/n—we will talk later. Are we clear, young lady?” You looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. “Yes.” Lo’ak, standing beside you, looked guilty, his ears flattened. “Y/n… I’m sorry. That Dad is mad later…” “It’s okay,” you said with a small smile.

At least when your father yelled at you, he wouldn’t do it in front of your little brother—who sometimes had the same reckless ideas you did. “Go, go! Now, fast!” you urged them. The way back felt ten times longer than before. As you heard your little brother and sister bickering behind you, you spun around. “Shut the fu—” You were cut off by Tuk’s scream. An Avatar was holding her. You hissed and pulled your knife, but someone yanked your hair hard. “Not so fast, you little shit.” You hissed again as he pulled harder, your scalp burning. “Like I said, little bitch, stay still.” You panted as other Avatars restrained your siblings and Spider. “Y/n, help…” Tuk whimpered. “Calm, little one,” you said softly in Na’vi so the Avatars wouldn’t understand. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.” One of the Avatars pointed his gun at Kiri.

You hissed, and the one holding you tightened his grip. “Colonel, what should I do with this one?” he said. “She’s very feisty. Maybe I can have some fun with her.” He pressed a knife to your neck. “Wait,” another voice said. “What do we have here?” Your head snapped toward the sound. Another Avatar approached, weapon raised. He stopped in front of Lo’ak and looked down at him. “Show me your fingers.” Like father, like son—Lo’ak raised both middle fingers. The Avatar chuckled. “You’re his, aren’t you?” Before he could say more, you spoke up in English. “Demon, let us go before this ends very badly for you.” He turned toward you. “Mhm… and I’m guessing you’re a little Mrs. Sully, am I right?” You hissed. “You’re right.” He stepped closer. Behind you, you heard your siblings protesting, but it barely registered. “You little shit,” he muttered and grabbed your queue. He shoved you to the ground and knelt on you, forcing the air from your lungs. “Listen to me, little Sully. If you want your siblings to live, you’ll do exactly what I say. Do we understand each other?” You didn’t answer.

He pulled out his knife and pressed it lightly into your skin until blood slowly trickled down. “I thought so.” He stood up. “Good. Then we can continue.” When you looked at your siblings, you saw nothing but fear in their eyes. “Mawey. I’m fine,” you said softly. “Everything will be alright.”

After hours of walking, you finally stopped. When you heard your mother’s voice crackle from the screen of the Avatar guarding you, you smirked. “Aww… are you scared, demon? Afraid you’ll end up killing yourself like him?” His head snapped toward you. “What did you say?” You looked up mockingly. “Oh, you don’t even understand your own language? Let me explain it slowly—” The butt of his gun slammed into your face.

“You don’t talk to me like that, you little shit.” As he raised his hand again, you heard your mother’s yip. Kiri began to pray, thanking Eywa—only for her queue to be yanked again. You tried to push yourself up, hissing at the Avatar, but another grabbed you. “Ah, ah, ah, little one. Not so fast. Behave, and your siblings won’t get hurt.” You rolled your eyes, silently hoping your mother would attack soon.

As if Eywa herself had heard your prayer, an arrow pierced the Avatar behind you. Chaos erupted. Gunfire and arrows filled the air. Your only thought was your siblings. You rushed forward, stole the knife from one Avatar, and slashed the one holding Tuk across the throat. As he fell, Tuk ran to you. “It’s okay,” you whispered urgently. “Run. Don’t look back.” “But—” “No, Tuk. Go! I’m fine. Now!” This time she listened and ran.

You turned, searching for your siblings, making sure they were safe. As you tried to follow, something grabbed your ankle. You looked down—a wounded Avatar clung to your leg. Before you could react, he stabbed a knife into your thigh. A scream tore from your throat. You struck him, and his grip went slack. When your breathing finally steadied, you tried to walk—only managing a limp.

A few meters away....

As the Sullys regrouped and hugged each other, Lo’ak looked up at his parents. “Where is Y/n?” Everyone froze. Neytiri was the first to panic. “Ma Jake, we need to go back and—” “Wait! Look!” Kiri shouted.

From the forest, you emerged, limping badly. When you reached the clearing, everyone saw how weak and bloodied you were. Your siblings stared in disbelief. They had always seen you as the strong big sister—the one who took the blame, accepted punishment with a smile. Now, covered in blood and dirt, a knife buried in your leg, you looked fragile. Your gaze locked onto Tuk, who stared at you with tears streaming down her face. “You see, I’m he—” You didn’t finish the sentence. Everything went black. The last thing you heard was your name, called over and over again....

Soooooo guyssss this is the first Part of The fallen Sully. I hope you liked it and you leave a heart there. If you want to be tagged for the next part, just write it in the comments.

And I just wish you a happy new year <3

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[imobbsessedsstuff]

Blood & Bond

Summary: Jake Sully’s daughter from earth joins the resistance.

Pt.1 Pt.3

For years, you believed your father was dead. For years you grieved him. You were so young when he left, only having his dog tags and one single picture to remember him by.

No body to burn, no funeral to let your tears out.

It was painful.

So imagine the joy you had when you found out he was alive when you got to Pandora. Your dad, he wasn’t dead, he was alive! Not only that, but he became a hero to the Na’vi here, Toruk Makto they called him.

Then imagine the joy slowly turn into anger, than to pride and go down to dread.

Anger because the RDA lied to you for years of your father. Pride, because Jake did the right thing, and didn’t turn the other way when the Na’vi were in need. Dread, because you were on the wrong side of this war. And you just dragged your daughter in it.

Harding putting those men in front of a fire squad was just the last straw for you.

“You sure about this plan of yours Bub?” Malcom asked, glancing down at you as you scanned over a map you’ve been staring at for a good hour.

“Yes. I got Cora’s things packed. Everything is ready to go… we just got to wait on our new friends.” A small slimmer of doubt creeped in your tone. You were scared, reasonable. This was not only your whole squad’s lives on the line but your daughters.

Shes your whole reason for living. Probably the only thing that kept you from going bad like the rest of the RDA.

“You sure no one will start to question were your little girl is?” Malcom adjusted his vest.

“Trust me, they won’t wonder where a kid is around this time. The Na’vi fighting against the RDA like this is not what was expected. No one is going to wonder where a kid who plays no part in this fight is at.”

Malcom glanced to a picture of you and Cora, both smiling wide in front of a school. Ah, Cora’s first day of elementary school. Malcom remembered how he had to pick Cora up that day because Ardmore had you on some punishment that kept you away from home for three days.

“Unless it’s your kid. You know Ardmore has got this weird fascination with you.”

“But Ardmore isn’t here now is she?” You sighed, your tone sounded more aggressive than intended.

“I’m sorry. I understand that you’re worried about the plan. Things can go south real fast. But we need to try… please.” You begging tone caused Malcom to let out a heavy sigh.

For years, Malcom viewed you as a leader. A strong fighter who fought with honor and courage. But none of that ever let him forget that you were still a child. His own son, who passed long ago, would be your age right now. You were a child fighting in an adult war. A stupid war might he add.

“Okay. We’ll try it.”

Cora was scared, she didn’t understand what was happening. Why was she and Malcom running through the big rainforest right now.

Why did her mom have her things packed.

Cora began to slow down, running out of breath.

“Cora! Come on we can’t slow down!” Malcom grabbed the girls arm.

“I can’t— why are we running! My mom-”

Malcom cut her off, his tone slightly panicked.

“Your mom will explain everything once we get to somewhere safe. Right now we need to run, before it gets dark!”

The two kept running through the forest, their panting and heavy footsteps were all that could be heard. Cora wanted to cry, she already was. The mask that was allowing her to breathe fogged up every few seconds from her heavy breathing and tears.

Once the two arrived at resistance HQ. The young girl stuck to the now ex-RDA soldier like a koala. Hiding behind the older man’s back. Avoiding everyone’s eyes.

“Malcom Delgado, I’m Alma Cortez. Welcome to the resistance. I’m sorry we couldn’t send in a scorpion to get you two. I hope the trip here wasn’t too harsh?” A woman’s voice is heard, but Cora didn’t waver, choosing to keep her head down.

“We made it without running into any predators.” Malcom glanced behind him, seeing Cora suck behind him.

Alma noticed the young girl hiding. She gave a small smile, tilting her head.

“And this must be Cora. Hello, you must be tired from the run here. If you want to take a rest we have a living area where you can lay down.” Alma spoke in a soft and gentle tone, seeing how shaken up Cora was.

Cora gripped Malcom’s arm.

“… where’s my mom. You said she’d explain once we got here…” Cora’s shaky voice caused a long silence between the two adults.

“Come on Bub, let’s settle you down first, Kay?” The older man gently led Cora to the living area.

Priya came up besides Alma. Priya watched Cora and Malcom walk away with sad eyes.

“Updates on Walker?” Alma spoke, her eyes not leaving the two new comers, especially Cora.

“None yet, So’lek spotted Walker and her Squad recollecting near Threaded River 35 minutes ago. He lost track of them after that.”

Alma nods, not surprised that even So’lek lost track of the squad.

“Walker is good at tracking, even better at hiding.”

“But why would she try to hid from us?”

A grimace formed on blue face she wore.

“We aren’t the only ones watching her.”

“Miss Walker, I’ve been looking forward to properly meeting you. My name is Lilian Torres.”

You stared at the woman in front of you. Her long white coat made it obvious she was a scientist. You went back to cleaning your gun.

“You must be the one in charge of my Avatar?” You questioned. Torres smiled

“Ah! As sharp as the rumors say Miss Walker.”

“The rumors also say I’m a heartless bitch who puts a bullet in who ever tests my patience.” You set your Gun down.

“Why are you here Torres, I haven’t been in my Avatar for a month. Shouldn’t be any problems with it.”

Torres cleared her throat.

“Well, that’s the problem, you need to be in your Avatar at least once a week. If you’re to fight in it, you need to get used to the body.”

You sighed. For some reason, being in that Avatar just doesn’t feel right. You don’t like it, it’s not you.

“Ardmore really wants you to get used to the body. So please?” Torres began to beg. You stare up at her, your expression unreadable, but one thing was clear.

You were not happy.

“I’ll tap in before lights out.” You let out a grunt as you lifted yourself up, walking away from the woman.

It’s been three weeks. And Cora was still refusing to talk to anyone but Malcom. When she did talk, she asked for her mom, asking when she’ll be back. Asking if she’ll see her again.

Cora is no fool. She knows the RDA is filled with bad people. She’s scared her mom won’t come back.

Cora gripped her mother’s dog tags around her neck. Curled up on a bean bag facing the metal walls.

Alex and Priya were watching the young girl from the entry hub.

“Feel bad for the kid. Can’t imagine what shes going through right now.” Alex sighed out.

Priya nods, than let’s out an excited gasp “We should do something to cheer her up! I’m sure we snatched a few bored games from abandoned facilities from the upper plains.” An exciting idea that could help Cora put her mind off on the negatives.

“That sounds like a good idea… but she won’t even talk to us. Hell she won’t even look at us.”

Priya frowns. Alex was right, but she still wanted to try.

“Let’s ask Malcom what Cora is in too, maybe we could find out anything that could help!”

As the two ran off to find Malcom, So’lek(who was listening to their whole conversation) glanced over to where the sad looking girl was. Sulking like she has been for days.

She looks so small. Humans are small, but he has only seen adult humans. Children on the other hand, are far more smaller. He wonders what in the world The Hound was thinking bringing a child to Pandora.

“Do you know how long it took to brake you and build you up to be the perfect soldier?” Ardmore’s harsh tone could be heard, slightly muffled, but the sternness in her voice was clear.

“For years I took time to craft you into a murder machine! And you fall apart the moment you see that man’s blue face? Is that how easy you’ll fall?!”

You felt your head sway, blood mixed with your saliva dripped from your gapped mouth. Your heavy eye lids took more energy than needed to stay open.

Ardmore stared at your beaten and bloody state. You really were her favorite. She cared for you in her own sick and twisted way. Like how a parent would beat you till your bruised up and say ‘I did it because I love you’ sort of way.

But this wasn’t out of love. It was the want for control, controlling someone like you. Someone so strong yet so weak gave her some sort of peace of mind.

But right now, even when she had you chained up and beaten. She did not feel in control. And it was all Jake Sully’s fault.

After all these years, Ardmore thought you would come to hate him, he left you on a dying planet and started a whole new family like you didn’t exists! Yet here you are, caught trying to help your squad defect.

“You know, maybe it’s my fault too… I let you keep that kid. She made you weak.” Even if you had Cora far before you met Ardmore, that woman had enough power over you to take Cora away from you. Maybe you wouldn’t have been so easily swayed by Jake’s near existence.

“… just kill me.” Your raspy voice finally croaked out. Ardmore snapped her head at you. Kill?

Ha! Don’t make her laugh. Why would she just kill one of her greatest creations. You’re the Gray Hound for gods sakes! A name that sent fear in so many hearts.

Ardmore walked closer, her steps loud with purpose. “I’m not gonna kill you sweetheart. I’m going to punish you.” A twisted smile creeped up onto the older woman’s face. You could see the gears turning in your head.

“I think it’s time you properly take responsibility for your squads actions for trying to defect.”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. She won’t kill you, of course she won’t. Death is your only escape. And Ardmore will never let you escape.

“Is this yours?” So’lek held a sketch book with Cora’s initials on the top left corner.

Cora’s tired eyes slowly shift up to the large blue man. She didn’t speak, only stared before reaching out for the book. So’lek lets his hand lower for her reach.

“You made these drawings yourself?”

Cora only nods in response as she flips through the pages of the sketch book, stopping at a certain page before holding it up to the man.

“Mom.”

A detailed sketch of the girls mother was on the page she showed. So’leks brow raised, slowly lowering himself down to see the picture more clearly.

She looked younger from the picture of Gray Hound from the holo table in the HQ. Drawings must be from the young girls point of view. That’s what So’lek thought.

“Yes. Your mother.” So’lek was clearly not understanding why she was showing this to him.

“I heard you’re really good at finding people… can you find my mom?” Her question was more like a plea. So’lek paused, thinking on his response.

“Your drawings are good. You should go out into drayers bowl and draw the water falls and rocks. I’m sure she would like to see your new drawings when she comes to HQ.”

Cora’s brows furrowed. She understood what So’lek was trying to do. She thought on it, maybe it would be something nice for her mom to come back to. She always smiled at your drawings.

Cora stood up and grabbed a mask and oxygen tank and ran off to Malcom.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Tuk ran to her father crying.

“Oh baby girl, whats wrong?” Jake lifted Tuk up in his arms, having her on his lap.

“Why are you crying baby girl?” He began to wipe her flowing tears with his thumb.

“I didn’t mean to do it daddy! I’m so sorry.” Tuk sobbed as she lifted up what she was holding in her arms. A dead stingbat.

“I killed it! I swung to a branch and fell than killed it with my butt!” Tuk began to sob, holding the stingbat close to her chest with gentle care.

It took all of Jake’s will power not to laugh. He just let out a fond smile and gently took the stingbat from Tuk.

“It’s not your fault baby, okay? You didn’t know.”

Tuk slowly calmed down. She smiled at her father before giving him a hug.

“Love you daddy.”

Jake immediately hugged his little girl back, memories of (Name) came flooding in.

“Love you too baby girl.”

Familiar sounds of beeping from a monitor was all you heard. First it was bright lights shining down on you, practically blinding you. Then a blurry face came into view, looking down at you from an angle that you could only assume you were laying down.

The beeping from the monitor became clearer, as did your vision. The face that stared over you began to look too much like Ardmore. Oh, wait. It is her.

“Rise and shine sweetheart.” Her mocking tone echoed in your head. You winced, feeling an intense pain in your head. Nothing like the usual migraines you usually have.

Things were still a little woozy for you, but you were able to sit up. But…. Something felt off. Why was this room so small?

Your eyes shifted down to your feet. Blue.

Your brows furrowed, your head turned to Ardmore.

“Get me out of this body.” The expression of the avatar turned dark. The large blue hand gripped the equally large shirt on it.

Ardmore stood there with a twisted smile.

“No can do hun.”

The avatar stood up, tried to storm over to Ardmore. But Ardmore held up a small remote, and pressed a button.

“AUGH!” The pain was sudden, so intense it caused the avatar to fall to her knees. A metal color was wrapped around her neck.

It felt like an eternity till she shut off the shock color.

“…What have you done to me… where is my body!”

Ardmore slowly steps closer. Her steps echoed in the white room.

“Your human body? Oh. Oh do I put this lightly?” She stopped in front of the avatar who was on the ground dubled down. “That body is gone. Finished. Cold as ice by now.”

The avatar’s long tail curled. Its ears slowly slick back as its eyes widen. Seeing as she’s not wanting to come to terms with what was just implied, Ardmore decided to slam it down.

“(Name) Walker, is dead. Your human body. Is dead.”

The Avatar froze. Staring down at the gray marble floor in utter horror.

“You went crazy, and then got yourself killed trying to escape… you cost me a lot of money sweetheart. I’m not letting you go to waste.” Ardmore would go as far as sticking you into your avatar.

“Hey, but don’t worry. You’re still Gray Hound. You’ll always be Gray Hound.”

Her words translated to you.

‘No matter what body you’re in. You will always be my property.’

[voughtwifeannie]

dad!soldier boy x daughter!reader .𖥔 ݁ ˖⭐️˖ ݁𖥔 . angst, fluff

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You’d think the child of a war veteran (several times over), of a man dragged from decade to decade and dropped into a world he never quite fit into, would be an emotionally constipated train wreck. All sharp edges and daddy issues. A casualty of tough love and colder lessons.

You are the opposite.

You are soft in a way that feels almost defiant in the face of expectations. All warmth and kindness and open heart, like something that shouldn’t have survived being raised in his orbit. It’s as if every missing piece of gentleness in him found a home in you instead. And whatever scraps of it he did have, he saved carefully and deliberately for you alone.

It’s an easy misconception to make, really. People hear ‘daughter of Soldier Boy’ and they fill in the blanks themselves.

They’ve seen the movie version of you.

In The Soldier Boy Story II, you’re played by an actress who looks nothing like you: jaw set hard, shoulders squared, fists clenched like weapons. A pint-sized, badass echo of him. Leather jacket. Smart mouth. Violence sharpened into something marketable.

So when they’re met with the reality of you, your soft dresses, careful smiles and eyes too gentle for a building like Vought Tower, it doesn’t quite compute.

The girl on the screen and the girl standing in front of them don’t match.

Most importantly, your relationship with your dad isn’t anything like the silver screen sells it as. It isn’t sarcastic banter traded between punches, or fighting side by side like matching weapons.

It’s quieter than that.

It’s adoration. It’s being cherished. It’s the world feeling steadier — whole, even — just because the other is close enough to touch. It’s knowing, deep in your bones, that there is one place you are always safe.

That’s why you’re so excited to meet him after work.

It isn’t something you usually do. Vought makes everything complicated, and his schedule is a mess of classified missions and half-kept promises on the worst of days, which occur far more often than he’d like. But today, somehow, the stars have aligned. He told you he’d be back from his mission early. He told you to come by.

And he promised you milkshakes if you did.

That alone is enough to have you waiting in the lobby, heart light, eyes glued to the doors, completely unaware of how badly the world is about to misunderstand you.

Or, more specifically, the intern stationed at the front reception desk.

You don’t recognise him. He must be new.

Security is effortless, like it always is. They wave you through with familiar nods, polite Miss’s and practiced smiles. One of them compliments your Soldier Boy T-shirt, voice warm, almost fond.

In hindsight, that T-shirt probably doesn’t help your case.

Once you’re past the metal detectors and the glass turnstiles, you don’t slow down. You don’t think to. You walk straight past reception, heels clicking softly against the polished floor, already scanning the lobby for him.

You don’t see the intern stand up until he’s calling after you.

“Excuse me, ma’am, that area is restricted.”

The voice is sharp enough to make you stop mid-step. Polite on the surface, but tight underneath, like he’s already decided you’re a problem.

You turn, a little startled. “Oh—sorry. I’m just—”

“You can’t be back here,” he cuts in, already moving around the desk. His eyes flick down to your clothes, the shirt, the way you don’t look panicked enough. “Do you have authorisation?”

You blink. You’ve never needed it before.

“I’m meeting my dad,” you say, instinctively, like that should explain everything.

His mouth quirks. Not a smile. “Right. And who would that be?”

You tell him.

And just like that, his expression shifts from bored to amused, from amused to dismissive.

“Uh-huh,” he says slowly. “Look, you can’t just wander into Vought Tower because you’re a fan. If you’re looking for an autograph, you’ll need to wait outside with everyone else.”

Your stomach sinks.

“I’m not—” you start, heat creeping up your neck. “I come here all the time.”

“Ma’am,” he interrupts again, firmer now, “I need you to step back toward the exit.”

You hesitate. Not because you’re intimidated, but because none of this is making sense. Your brows knit together, confusion outweighing embarrassment now. You open your mouth to try again, to explain it in a different way —

And then the elevator doors slide open.

Your heart jumps instantly.

You see him before your brain fully catches up. Broad shoulders still dusted with ash and concrete, suit jacket half-off, hair mussed from combat and sweat. There’s dried blood on his knuckles. His presence bends the air around him the way it always does, heavy and undeniable.

Dad.

Your face lights up without permission. Relief floods you, bright and unguarded, and the word is already on your lips as you step forward.

“Dad—!”

You don’t even look at the intern as you move past him.

Big mistake.

“Hey—!” he snaps, panic bleeding into authority as you ignore him completely. “Ma’am, stop—”

You’re already walking, sneakers quickening into something like a run, eyes locked on Soldier Boy as he turns at the sound of your voice. For half a second, his expression is still carved from post-mission hardness—

Then he hears you.

He doesn’t even need to see you yet. The sound of your voice cuts through the lobby noise, familiar and bright, and a crooked smile tugs at his mouth before he can stop it. The tension in his shoulders eases on instinct, like his body knows you before his eyes do.

He’s just starting to turn fully toward you—

And you don’t get to reach him.

Hands grab your arm from behind, rough and sudden, fingers digging in as the intern rushes out from behind the desk. He yanks you back hard enough that you stumble, grip tightening like you might bolt.

“Ma’am, you are not authorised—!”

“Let go of me!” you gasp, shock cutting sharp through your chest. You twist instinctively, free hand coming up to brace yourself, heart hammering now for an entirely different reason.

Your voice carries.

Too far.

Too clear.

Too familiar.

The lobby seems to freeze.

Ben stops dead.

The sound that leaves him isn’t a word, it’s a low, furious bark of your name as his head snaps toward you. His eyes lock onto the intern’s hands on you, the way you’re pulled off-balance, the fear blooming across your face.

And something in him goes cold.

Dead calm. Deadly.

He starts moving.

The world narrows.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

His voice detonates across the lobby. Loud. Flat. Dangerous in that way people only realise too late is real.

The intern flinches but doesn’t let go fast enough. Keeps talking. Keeps touching you.

“Sir, she’s not authorised—she rushed the floor, I was just restraining her—”

Restraining.

That word does it.

Ben crosses the lobby in long, violent strides, boots pounding marble. Every step is restrained fury barely leashed by habit. By years of being told to smile for cameras, to swallow his instincts, to play nice for the brand.

Not today.

He grabs the intern by the collar and rips him backward like he weighs nothing. The hands on you disappear instantly, replaced by a yelp as Ben slams him into the reception desk hard enough to rattle glass.

“I’m gonna say this real fuckin’ slow,” he snarls, nose to nose now, breath hot and sharp. “You ever put your hands on my daughter again, I will snap of your arms and beat you with them, feed you your teeth, and then make you apologise to her with whatever’s left of your mouth. You got that, you little suit-wearing fuck?”

The intern’s face has gone white. Eyes darting. Hands shaking.

“I—I didn’t know—”

“No,” Ben cuts in, pressing his forearm harder into the man’s throat, “you didn’t ask. Big fuckin’ difference.”

Security is frozen. Nobody moves. Nobody’s stupid enough to.

Only then does Ben turn back to you.

And the shift is instant.

His rage doesn’t vanish, but it redirects, folds inward, softens at the edges where you’re concerned. His hands are suddenly gentle, hovering, not touching until he’s sure it’s okay.

“Hey—hey,” he says, voice dropping, rough but careful. “C’mere, sweetheart. You alright?”

He looks you over like he’s cataloguing injuries — arms, wrists, shoulders, face. His jaw tightens when he sees the red marks already blooming where you were grabbed.

“Did he hurt you?” he asks, deadly quiet now. “You tell me if he hurt you.”

You shake your head quickly, breath still uneven. “He just—he grabbed me. I was trying to get to you.”

That’s it.

Ben exhales hard through his nose, a sound halfway between a growl and a prayer. He pulls you in then, one arm wrapping around you, solid and protective, your cheek pressed against his chest. You can feel his heart hammering like it’s still mid-battle.

“I got you,” he murmurs, brushing a hand over your hair, over and over. “I got you. You’re okay. Nobody touches sweetheart. Not here. Not ever.”

He looks back at the intern over your head, eyes like cut glass.

“You’re done here,” he says casually. “And if I see your face in this building again, I’m gonna introduce it to the sidewalk outside. Repeatedly.”

The intern nods frantically. Stumbles back. Gone.

Ben doesn’t watch him leave.

He’s too busy tilting your chin up gently, inspecting you one last time. “You scare me like that again, sweetpea,” he mutters, softer now, “I’m gonna have a heart attack.”

Then, quieter:

“C’mon pumpkin. I owe you a milkshake. And maybe an extra treat as a fuckin’ apology for letting this place think it could lay a finger on my kid.”

And with an arm secure around your shoulders, Soldier Boy leads you out, thumb brushing gentle circles into your sleeve like he needs to remind himself you’re real.

Because the world has never mattered half as much to him as you do.

request from @saltcirclesigil

tags: @witch-of-letters @biancalinkas @littlebitb @magic-sprinkled-daydreams @lyarr24

[changeling-ethereal]

Sure thing, love!

This took me quite a while to respond to - I was sick and lately I've been working overtime, so I'm tired affff.

Finishing this and posting this 15 minutes before my shift LET'S GOOOOO.

Anyways, this was so much fun and I turned this into a hybrid of mini fics and hcs - enjoy <3

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- The Mentalist headcanons -

Jane's daughter being an FBI consultant, and having the same dynamic with her partner as Jane and Lisbon

[Content Warning: at the beginning it's a little angsty and there's mentions of how immoral Jane is capable of becoming to protect his daughter, but I promise it gets way more fun and fluffy and comedic like halfway through, promise, also canon typical The Mentalist stuff and Jane's trauma is discussed except you're traumatized too]

I fucking love platonic Jane x reader

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You joined the FBI as some sort of rebellion against Jane. Originally, you wanted to join the CBI and help Jane track down and kill Red John to avenge your mother and sister. However, Jane rejected the idea the first time you brought it up. He wanted you as far away from his business with Red John as possible.

Not because he wouldn't trust you, but because 1. he's terrified of things going south and him ending up losing you too, and 2. because Jane sees the fate of Angela and Charlotte as his own doing - it's something he caused, and so this path of vengeance is his to walk alone.

But you want to see the light leave Red John's eyes just as much as Jane does, and because you're the same kind of schemer that Jane is, you went behind his back and joined the FBI to get involved with the Red John case.

And true to the name Jane, you pulled a few strings here, a few strings there, and voila: you became an FBI consultant in span of 24 hours. What kind of helped was that the higher ups were thrilled to have someone directly involved with the Red John cases joining the team as a consultant.

But your victory was a little... short lived. Because, of course, there are no secrets with Patrick Jane. He figured out what you did the moment you entered the CBI bullpen...

The moment you stepped into the bullpen, the temperature seemed to drop. Jane's eyes strayed from the book he was reading and instead met your own. Snap. The book was snapped shut and Jane stood up from the couch he favoured so much.

"Rigsby, Van Pelt... Cho, clear out the bullpen for a few moments, please." Jane requested, voice as calm as ever, and yet coming off so wrong, so deafening - like nails on chalkboard, "I need to have a word with my daughter.".

The team paused in what they were doing and exchanged a brief, confused look before Van Pelt found the courage to try and gently deny the request for privacy: "Jane, we're in the middle of investigation, we can't just-"

"I need to have a word with my daughter." Jane repeated, louder, colder, sharper - like two blades snipping together and sending sparks. "It's serious. Please, get out".

Van Pelt, Rigsby and Cho were silent and their eyes met once more in a silent, shared shock at Jane's attitude - they've never seen him this... hostile. And wordlessly they agreed to get up from their respective desks and go ahead to give the two of you some privacy.

Once the three of them stepped out, Jane didn't hesitate and turned to you with his jaw clenched hard. "Explain yourself," he ordered, his stance saying it clear: there was no room for nonsense.

But you only really crossed your arms, biting back with matching attitude: "I have nothing to explain". "Yes you do." Jane argued, pointing an accusing finger at you, "You went behind my back, joined the FBI to try and for what? Just to spite me?"

His words didn't land well though, because his accusations made you clench your fists til there was an unpleasant crack heard, and you snapped: "Have you ever thought that not everything is about you, dad?!".

You swung your hands around, then gripped your hair: "God- are you really-". Then your hands slammed against your chest and you sputtered out: "I need to see Red John suffer just as much as you do!".

"Because- be-" your breath hitched, voice cracked. Your hands found your hair once again and tugged with force, making you leave out an involuntary cry.

"Because I could've- I could've done something that night!" you cried and swung your arms around, forcing Jane to take a step back, "But I didn't!". Then you gave a shaky exhale and you looked deep into Jane's eyes that were just as glossy as yours.

"Because... I wasn't... I wasn't there..." you murmured, barely above whisper, "Instead I snuck out to some lame party with bratty, rich kids who thought too much of themselves, because I wanted to be cool and popular...".

Now the energy you previously had was nowhere to be found and instead you looked much less like a blazing fire and more like a wilting flower. "And I can't forgive myself for that." you whispered, your arms wrapping around your body, "Especially not because mum refused to let me go to that party and I... I told her such awful things..."

"and then Charlotte joined in and I snapped at her too. And- and the two of them... they died thinking I hate them..." your voice gave out, your breathing becoming ragged for a moment as you faced away from Jane, unable to face him any longer at your admission.

Jane, for once, had no words to say. He matched your following silence, and he nearly mirrored your physical state too. He couldn't look at you, his eyes stung and he couldn't properly breathe without letting himself break into a sob.

The moment went on for a while. Then, Jane finally looked your way and it seemed like he'd be the first one to break the silence. But, you beat him to it.

"So, no, dad..." you murmured as you brushed your hair back in a drained gesture, "this isn't about you at all...". Then you fixed your posture, standing proud and tall as you stated firmly: "And whether you want or not, I'm set on finding Red John and taking justice into my own hands...".

"You can't stop me..." was the last thing you told Jane before you walked out of the bullpen. And Jane... he didn't have it in him to stop you.

After that exchange, you and Jane didn't talk for several days. Your relationship suddenly seeming to have gone strained, neither of you able to figure out a way to start talking normally to each other again.

Only about a week or so, Jane would seek you out to make amends. You both would apologize to each other for the fight but neither of you would address the fact that both of you are now on rivaling "teams", both after the same enemy that neither of you want the other other to find.

Slowly but surely, your relationship would go back to normal, although you wouldn't be together as much due to you joining the FBI. But one thing would change severely - Jane's determination to catch Red John.

Because you yourself want to catch and kill Red John, Jane is even more determined to get to him first before anyone else. Because, he can't imagine what would happen if you got to Red John first - or more like, if Red John got to you first.

And so, Jane would find ways to actively sabotage your hunt. Even if he were on a case, he would still always find some way to secretly slim your chances of tracking or getting in contact with Red John. His obsession with Red John would be the greatest it has ever been.

Eventually, it would get to the point where Jane would be compromising his own health, sanity, and, indirectly, taking you down with him.

He wouldn't just be trying to ensure you can't participate in Red John cases. He would be trying to find a way to have you banned from the FBI and any other law enforcement that could give you access to anything regarding Red John.

Jane, in his desperation to protect you, would be capable of doing something really awful - maybe hypnotizing some FBI official. Or even, if he were truly terrified for your life, option A) framing you for a crime that would land you in prison, or B) potentially having you placed in a mental health institution and ridding you of legal autonomy under the guise of you being a danger to others and/or yourself - all to destroy all the paths you could take to hunt down Red John.

But luckily, things wouldn't get to the extreme scenarios, because Lisbon watched the whole ordeal between you and Jane closely. And as Lisbon is Jane's anchor and most trusted friend, Lisbon would find a way for the CBI to be assisting the FBI for the Red John cases, and hence, giving Jane the opportunity to work with you and keep an eye on you for the peace of his mind.

It would take a week or so, but eventually, an FBI team, including you, would be sent to Sacramento to work alongside the CBI. And your reunion with the CBI - but also the introduction of your FBI partner - would be quite hilarious.

Two bodies were found near the seaside. And there were speculations that the culprit was the same person behind the two different murder cases from the exact same week. And hence, due to the suspicion that Sacramento was dealing with a serial killer, your team was, naturally, included.

True to the Jane nature, both you and your father - separately, without even having seen each other yet - were both entering the crime scene with a snack. Your father, Patrick Jane, was carrying a huge baguette with ham, eggs and vegetables. And you, Y/N Jane, were carrying a boba tea.

Unfortunately, the whole scene was a little complicated as one of the witnesses who found the bodies called the news, and the news reporter - who was clearly a truly arrogant woman - targeted you and your boba.

"Excuse me," she called as she marched over towards you with the cameraman and her mic outstretched, "don't you think only a sickminded person would so casually sip a sugary drink on a crime scene? You are acting way too casual. Like a daring killer, perhaps?".

You, unbothered and yet quite offended by the reporter's obvious distaste for your happy little treat, looked her up and down and then met her eyes with a click of your tongue: "Let me ask you something, Deborah,".

The reporter stilled, her face falling. "How do you know my-" she tried to ask, but you were quicker to speak: "Do you hate my boba because your momma was an almond mum who never let you have anything fun, or is it because the yoghurt balls remind you that even something so tiny is still somewhat bigger than your boobs?".

Dead silence. "You fucking-" the reporter didn't hesitate and lunged at you. But you, in one swift move, dodged and began to run towards where your partner was.

At the same exact time, your father was experiencing the same situation. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? To be having lunch on a crime scene? You must be nuts!" an FBI agent barked at Jane.

And Jane, just like you did with the reporter, looked the agent up and down while biting into his baguette and chewing obnoxiously slow. Then swallowing, he said: "You are unable to enjoy the simplest things in life. And that's exactly why your wife left you for her high school sweetheart".

Dead silence. "You son of a-" the agent howled as he lunged at Jane, making the man break into a panicked sprint towards Lisbon.

Your partner and Lisbon weren't too far from each other, so, the sight of both Janes running towards the same spot, being chased down by someone they took a jab at, was like a glitch in matrix.

The moment both of you got to your chosen destination - Lisbon and your partner - Jane hid behind Lisbon and you hid behind your partner. Both of them instinctively held out their hands, stopping the reporter and FBI agent from tearing you apart. "Sir, I am so sorry about him!" Lisbon sputtered. "Ma'am, I am so sorry about her!" was what your partner said.

And as the reporter and FBI agent screamed while Lisbon and your partner were trying to calm them down, you and Jane exchanged a look. "Hi, dad" you greeted Jane, breathing hard from having run so fast. "Hey, Y/N" was Jane's response before he looked at his empty hands that now lacked his baguette. "I paid 6 dollars for that baguette" he lamented.

Eventually, the reporter and FBI agent were calmed down and they returned to their business. And then: "JANE!" both Lisbon and your partner yelled in unison. Dead silence. The two of them faced each other, and a look of matching exhaustion and recognition was shared.

"Miss Jane's partner?" Lisbon questioned, a hand on her hip and a tired look in her eyes. "Yeah... And you're Mister Jane's partner?" Your partner agreed and then mimicked Lisbon's question. Lisbon nodded: "Yeah...". Then, both of them sighed in a drained way before turning to the two of you with a matching glare.

Lisbon marched over to Jane, hissing: "Are you out of your min-". "Shhhhh," Jane pressed a finger against her lips, making Lisbon twice as irritated. She slapped Jane's hand away, going: "Don't you dare shush mpfff-" only to be silenced with his whine palm this time.

At that moment, Lisbon looked ready to murder Jane, but then he turned her around by her shoulders and made her witness the exchange between you and your partner.

"Are you crazy, Jane?! Picking fights with a reporter over what - boba?!" your partner hissed, eyes burning like two ambers. But instead of being apologetic or ashamed of yourself, you casually looked at the remains of your boba in your hand and went: "in my defense, it's a very good boba,".

"Can't you take things seriously even for a day??" your partner pressed the bridge if their nose. And you being the smartass you were, replied: "Being serious is overrated. You need to have fun in life. So, on workdays I'm lighthearted, and I save being serious for every odd weekend and even Wednesday,".

"Oh really? Because today is even Wednesday!" your partner hissed, glaring daggers into you. And you paused, mouth agape for a second before you muttered: "Oh... well... That's awkward...". "Guess I'm breaking the habits today, eh?" You smiled and elbowed your partner, making them give an exhausted sigh: "Your surname should be Pain and not Jane...".

"Is that- is that how we look when we're together?" Lisbon questioned, eyes slightly widened in horror - and yet, she was also somewhat amused by the fact that the apple really doesn't fall far from the three. Jane watched you and your partner with recognition and genuine fondness. Then, the looked at Lisbon, considered her question and answered: "Of course not. I'm not serious on even Wednesdays. I save that for odd Wednesdays.".

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[sensiblystormymaverick]

What if Cinderella had gotten a half-sister before her father died? Yn, unlike the rest of the family is nice to Cinderella or at least doesn't bully or mock her. The animals that spend time with Cinderella like her half-sister. Lady Tremaine treats yn like her other 2 daughters, spoils her, but also drill her to be a perfect young lady (has her learn many instruments). I can see Lady Tremaine getting yn her own kitten, especially to help keep vermin out. That kitten is a lot nicer than lucifer. In fact, sometimes they help the mice. I can see Lady Tremaine not letting yn spend time with Cinderella, so that happens behind her back. Drizella and Anastasia Like to dress yn up and make her look pretty. Yn compliments her mother and sisters and never says anything bad.

Maybe after the first movie, yn goes with Cinderella to live at the castle to escape her toxic mother. The king and prince welcome yn to their home and family. Yn had to learn along side Cinderella in the second movie when Cinderella host a ball for the first time. Yn also joins in helping Anastasia with her love life.

[shy-blue-blossom]

Hot chocolate

Bridgerton family

(Bee is used as a nickname)

There was a chill in the air as the Bridgerton family were out shopping for presents. The younger members of the family were huddled up to the older to keep warm and the youngest, Bee, was in Anthony’s arms cuddled into his neck to fight the cold. 

“You warm there Bee?” He asked her as he pulled her clock around her a bit more.

“Warm.” She mumbled back sleepy nuzzling him. He chuckled as the family walked to the carriage and made their way back to the manor. Once the family reached the estate and made their way inside to the warmth of the sitting room. Bee was placed onto her feet before she ran straight over to one of the servants. She motioned for them to come closer before speaking quietly to them. They nodded at her before leaving the room.

“What was that Bee?” Benedict asked as she ran up to sit next to him, he only got a grin in return. 

“The hot chocolate and biscuits, miss.” the servant said as they walked into the room with a cart holding the items. Everyone looked at the cart, then to their youngest who was smiling at them, they smiled back before making their way over to help themselves to a nice hot cup of chocolate.  

“Mama, can the servants have some hot chocolate as well please?” Bee asked after taking a bite of a biscuit. Violet couldn’t be more proud with how kind hearted her youngest was.

“Of course they can. They need to stay warm and healthy for their families, don't they?” Both smiled at each other. The servants were given a break to enjoy their treats and while the family appreciated the time together. Life had a way of catching up to them without them realising it. Daphne was joining in the upcoming season, so they were going to have this moment while they could.

The end.

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