I thought of a Duncan the tall x Rapunzel reader. Whom he saved from a tower. He tries to braid her hair. But he can't/doesn't know how to. So, Egg is the one who braids her hair into a huge braid and Duncan puts small flowers in your hair.
In a MLP au where Varang is a unicorn and used a spell to give herself wings. Since she hasn't earned them. So she passes herself as an alicorn even though she isn't.
He's a cat person. He has a black cat he cares for dearly. He knows black cats are lucky. He takes his cats on walks with him on a leash and taught his cat to climb on his shoulders in case a dog approaches.
He reads. A lot. He has a bunch of books he reads and rereads, he's reads classical books like Pride and Prejudice and so on. He also book annotate. If he has a YouTube channel, I'd probably be about books. Like his thoughts and recommendations.
I see him being a goth/punk. He doesn't really dress the part, but shares the same opinions.
His favorite sanrio character is Chococat. He has a lot of things chococat. From plushies, keychains, pens, coin pouches, and so on.
He listens to Lana del Rey. He isn't ashamed of it. He likes her music. He has CDs, Vinyl and cassettes of her albums. He also likes to listen to the Weeknd, The Smiths and Childish Gambino.
He likes to play Minecraft (he falls asleep to Minecraft music), Hollow Knight: Silksong, and Animal crossing.
He has a bunch of keychains. He puts a lot of keychains on his bag and they jiggle each step he takes.
He always carries a tumbler filled with ice water. It's a forest green one with a bunch of stickers. He always offers people water if they're thirsty.
He loves cucumber water. He always buys cucumbers to make his water. He shares his cucumber water with Kiri and Tsireya.
He wears jewelry, gold jewelry. Specially hoop earrings either small or big. Don't matter, he wears them. He also wears rings, chains and bangles. It doesn't necessarily have to be gold, he'll wear whatever you gift him regardless.
He always smells good. No matter what. He smells good. He smells like he just stepped out of a forest/green house. He never smells bad, ever.
His first job was him working as a Barista.
He knows how to crochet and is really good at it. You'll catch him making something new every week. He'll make stuff for people's birthdays, anniversaries or just because.
He knows how to braid hair. He's started to braid his own hair when he turned 13. (He also takes good care of his hair). He'll occasionally braid Tuk's hair when Neytiri can't.
If i had a nickel for every time a character that i cared so unbelievably deeply for died in the sea to a piercing wound, i would have two nickels. which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice right?
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TW: Avatar: The Way of Water spoilers, reader is a human raised by the Metkayina, reader can breathe Pandora air, talks about death, human experimenting in womb, child birth, death, war, human vs na'vi shit, reader is really short due to the experiment done on her in the womb, Ronal calling the Sully children demons (kinda double standard), Ronal and fish girl get into a fight, a bit of angst, guilt, Neteyam and reader kiss, angry Ronal, reader gets shot, blood, reader goes into a coma (I don't know shit about coma, so I tried to do research. It's probably wrong), A bit of Afaa spoilers? Ronal and Neteyam have a heart to heart?, reader meets her human mama (Based on Kiri and Grace's scene and chimi meeting her mom), fluff towards the end?. NOT EDITED.
A/N: The last part technically, but I'm working on the Epilogue. I couldn't help myself and wrote it before bed. Thanks to yall who liked the series. Ya'll can request for fish girl whether its a fic req or a headcanon. Again, thank you guys for liking this series. Sorry fot any cringe :)
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Neteyam and Tsireya, finally arrived. It was chaos. A lot of injured warriors. Healers doing what they could to help them. Norm and Max were there, helping near the helicopter, along with other doctors and scientists. He picked you up bridal style. You were still breathing, eyes had lidded and bleeding. Neteyam ran towards them, Tsireya followed behind.
"Norn! Max!" Neteyam called out to them, they turned to look at him. Seen him carrying you. Arms covered in your blood and you most likely unconscious. They acted fast. Getting a makeshift gurney, having Neteyam lying on you down on it. "She was shot. She's still breathing but not responding." Neteyam said, watching how Norm and Max began to do what they needed to do. "Prep for surgery." Norm told Max and another doctor. They were acting as fast as they could.
Both Neteyam and Tsireya gave them space, watching them work fast. They were shaken up, scared. Blood was coated on Neteyam's arms and chest. It was a lot. It terrified him. He hoped and preyed that you were okay. Ao'nung and Roxto arrived shortly. Seeing the blood on Neteyam and you getting attended to by the humans, they knew it was bad. Not long has passed, when they heard their parents approaching. Specially their mother. Who had a look on her face that was scary, even more Neteyam.
"What happened!?" She demanded, when she saw the blood on Neteyam and her child lying half dead, being helped by the humans. "Y-Y/n... she was shot." Tsireya said, as best as she could. Ronal's eyes widen even more, she tried to go over to see what they were doing to her child. But was stopped by Ao'nung and Tsireya, begging her to let the humans do what they had to do. She tried to get away from their grip. But was grabbed by her husband. Gently by the shoulders. Holding her back. He's never held her back, until now. "Let go of me, my child needs me." She growled in anger at her husband, but he didn't let her go. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her. "Please, let them help her. They're helping her." Tonowari said, gently as he could.
Ronal turned to look at her husband, breathing hard and anxious. "This is why I didn't want them here." She hissed, upset. "They caused this. They brought this upon us. Now my child. Is n the verge on the verge of dying!" She lashed out. She had every reason to. Tonowari stayed quiet, he knew the risks of allowing Toruk Makto and his family staying here in the village. He pulled her into a hug, trying to sooth her. She had every right to be angry.
A while passed, nothing was really said. Max and Norm would come out every now and then, with a bowl of water. Which was mostly blood than water. It was a lot. That made Neteyam sick. He remained in the same spot as he did when he arrived. The blood had dried up and refused to move. Tsireya had asked if he wanted to go clean himself up and she'll call for him. But he refused. He did not wanted to leave until he learned you were awake.
Ronal was praying to Eywa the whole time. Wanting for her child to be okay. She tried staying calm, for herself and her baby. But she couldn't. Since her other baby was shot and injured by the Sky people that she hated. It was worse since you and her weren't seeing eye to eye. Now here you were, fighting for your life. Or who knew.
After a while, Norm and Max had finally stepped out. "What happened? How is she?" Neteyam was the first one to ask. Your family right behind him. "She's stable." Norm said. "She lost a lot of blood. But she's in a coma." He added, nervously by the look of the Tsahik. "A coma?" Ronal asked. "Due to the injury she received and the major blood lose. Her body and herself went into a deep sleep. Her body sort of shut down due to the blood loss, so now it's trying to heal itself." He explained.
"For how long?" Your mother asked, caressing her stomach for comfort. "Who knows, could take days, weeks. Months even." Max explained. "Perhaps even years. We don't know for sure." Norm added. Asleep for years? That was no way of living. "Is there something we could do?" Your father asked. Hoping for a solution. "For now, we wait and see what happens. But you must care for her. Do exercises on her, bathe her, and clean her wound." Max explained.
As much as your mother did not want the demon technology in her home. She had no other choice but to allow it. Since it was keeping you alive. She'd make that exception. Norm and Max showed the whole family how to do your exercises every 2 hours. It seemed like a lot, but your mother didn't care. She was going to take care you until you woke up again. The first thing she did was change your bandages. Removing the tape and cloth, she wasn't very trusting of human tech and their medicine. She used her herbs and used huge tree leaves as bandages.
Ronal had no issue doing this on her own, but Tonowari wasn't going to let her. Along with Ao'nung and Tsireya. Even Roxto helped out in your care. Days passed and you still haven't woken up. They tried talking to you. Hoping you'd react, maybe squeeze their hands. But nothing. You were still asleep.
It hurt your mother's heart. Having you lie there. Motionless. Almost dead. She blamed no one else but the Sky People, first they hunted and killed Ro'a and now, her child was here. Half dead. Not knowing how long it would take for you to wake up.
As for Neteyam, it took him a while to finally clean the blood off himself. It took him a couple of days to finally wash it off. He felt sick to his stomach. Seeing you in his arms. Bleeding. Almost dead. He was glad that you were alive. But, when will you wake up? Were you ever going to? He wanted nothing more but to see you, but he wanted to give your family space. Hopefully in time, he'd be able to help you out if he could.
It was another day, but today his father had gone with Lo'ak to find guns. So they could use just incase the RDA showed up. Neteyam watched as his father and brother unloaded them to show to the villagers. This made Neteyam sick, he didn't understand why. He's been around guns all his life. He knew they could be useful. But at the moment, it just felt wrong. It was wrong to even look at one.
Ronal had approached, seeing what was going on. She had left you with a healer who had volunteered to help you. She carefully moved around Ao'nung. "What is this?" She asked, seeing her daughter touching the metal. "Tsireya." Ronal called out to her, startling her a bit. "What are you doing?" She asked, shocked on what she was doing. Tsireya stopped what she was doing and hoped onto the walk way. "Go check on your sister." She told her, Tsireya went back to the home.
"What is the meaning of this?" She asked, Jake Sully. "You bring that filth into our home?" She asked. "We can't fight just using arrows and spears." Jake justified. "We sank the demon ship, the pink skins fear us." Tonowari mentioned. "You've done enough, bringing your war here. Now this? My child almost died and you bring the metal that was the cause of it." She said, justified in her anger. "Get rid of these." She hissed, demanding Tonowari, then stormed off. Tonowari never questioned his wife's demands. He respected them no matter what.
Neteyam left, following the Tsahik. "Tsahik." He called out to her, Ronal stopped in her tracks. Caressing her stomach in comfort. "It is you." She said. "How is she?" Neteyam asked, nervous that she might lash out at him. "She's fine. Still asleep." She said, taking in small breathes to calm herself. "May I see her?" He asked, hopeful that she'd let him. Ronal took another deep breathe. "Come." She instructed, Neteyam followed right behind her. Thanking the great mother.
When they arrived, Neteyam got to finally see you. There you laid, on your mat. Hooked up to machines. Asleep. You looked even smaller than before. He watched as Tsireya was doing your exercises. "If you wish to help, you can help." That's all Ronal said.
That's what Neteyam did. He began to come almost every day to help. He'd be there as soon as eclipse was over. He learned how to take care of you, how to bathe you and change your bandages. He did everything that he could to help you. He'd even talk to you, tell you about his day. What Lo'ak did or what Spider was doing in current time to adjust. He'd even comb your hair to stay with you longer before heading home. He wish he could just stay with you, watch over you and be there when you opened your eyes. But he knew he couldn't, it physically hurt him having to leave you every time.
Your mother watched, seeing how Neteyam was devoted into taking care of you. He was already waiting outside the home, waiting to be lead in. She'd watch how he'd talk to you and even comb your hair. He was gentle when doing so. Not wanting to hurt you. She could no longer deny it. This boy loved you and you loved him. She tried keeping you both apart. Thinking it was best for you, to keep you safe. But now, things are different. She saw everything now. How you and Neteyam were made for one another. She couldn't keep you both apart, she shouldn't. Her husband was right. She had to let make your own decisions. And if choosing Neteyam was a part of it. So be it. She would respect it.
Another day, another routine. Neteyam was combing your hair again after he finished doing your exercises. Gently, not wanting to hurt you. Your head laying on his lap. He'd add a couple of small braids, using his beads. Ronal had entered the home. With her equipment, she was going to change your bandages now. Neteyam looked up and bowed to her out of respect.
Ronal approached, getting on her knees carefully and began to change your bandages. Neteyam helped her, carefully lifting you up to clean off the old paste from off your skin to add new one. The wound was almost healed. You wouldn't need bandages anymore, but it would leave a scar. A scar to show your bravery in surviving. Neteyam remained quiet, allowing the Tsahik to care for you.
"You've been coming here, a lot." Ronal commented, covering your wound with a new leaf. "I have. I apologize for any inconvenience. I just wish to help y/n." He responded respectfully. "Don't apologize. I see the care you have for my daughter." She said, finishing up on your wound. "I thought keeping her away from you, would keep her safe. But now I see that I was wrong to do that." She explained, gently taking your small hand onto hers. "I should have let her make her own decisions. But I was afraid, she is my daughter. She may not be like the rest of us, but she is mine. She was brought to me for a reason. Eywa has brought her to me. I just wish the best for her. And If that means her being with you. I'll allow it. You have my blessing." Ronal finished.
Neteyam was almost shocked that the Tsahik had given him her blessing. But he was grateful that she did. You and him didn't need to hide. You can love each other freely. "I promise you, that I will protect her." She promised. Ronal believed him. She knew that he was a respected and responsible warrior. "I know you will." That's all she said.
You had no idea for long you were asleep, everything was back until you woke up in a strange place. You've never seen this place before. It was a sterile place with humans machinery. Why were you here of all places? As you walked around, you spotted someone. This person was seated at a desk. You couldn't help but approached them. Carefully.
The person stopped what they were doing and turned to look at you. It was her, the woman from the picture that was given to you by Max. "Mom?" You asked, shocked. "My beautiful daughter, how you've grown." She said, that same voice that you heard when you got shot. Calling your name. "I'm so happy to see you." She said. You couldn't help but approach her, hugging her. She hugged you back. Pulling you close. Smelling your ocean scented hair. And holding you close. You were real. And you were here.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry that my birth was the cause of your death." You told her, apologizing. You didn't understand why. It just felt right. She pulled away and looked at you, gently holding your chin. "I'd die a thousand deaths just so you could live." She said, holding your face in her hands. "I knew I left you in the right hands." She added. "I knew you'd grow up in a home, with a family. A mother who would love you as much as I did." She explained. "I would have hated myself if I left you with the humans. So, I knew I did the right thing. Because you're here. Alive." She said.
You looked at her. "Am I? I was shot and I'm here. My life was cut short." You said, sadly. "Now I won't grow up, or be with the love of my life." You said, saddened. Your mother smiled sweetly at you. "No, it is not your time yet." She said, caressing your face with her thumbs. You looked at her confused. "It's not your time. I will not allow you to come back until the time is right." She added. Pulling you into another hug. As much as her words confused you. You didn't question her. You just leaned in once again. "We'll meet again, that I can promise you." She said, that felt like a promise. But you weren't so sure if to believe it or not.
Early in the morning, Neteyam was already there. Helping you out, carefully moving your leg, bending your knee carefully as he had been doing. While Tsireya was coming in with a bucket of water to bathe you again. It was quiet, the sound of the beeping monitors were heard and the oxygen mask.
Your hand suddenly twitched, that made Neteyam stop. Placing your leg down and taking your hand. "Did you see that?" He asked Tsireya, who placed the bucket down. "See what?" She asked. You squeezed your hand again. Wrapping your hand around Neteyam's hand. "That!" He said, freaking out by the sudden reflex. Tsireya was amazed. "I'll get my mother!" She said, sprinting out of the home.
Neteyam was happy, happy to finally something different happen. You were responding. "Y/n?" He called out your name, hoping that you'd hear him. "N-Net.." You said. Neteyam felt his heart stop. You spoke, which meant that you were awake. You had finally woken up after 2 dreadful weeks. You slowly opened your eyes, weak but you managed to open them fully. "Net?.." You said, as much as you tried saying his full name you were too weak to do so. "I'm here. I'm right here." Neteyam said, freaking out. But remained calm to not startle you. Holding your hand.
You were weak, very weak. But you managed. "Net." You said again. Seeing him fully. Neteyam couldn't help but hug you, not too hard bur gentle. You wrapped your arms around him as best as you could. Lightly hissing by the pain in your arm. "I'm sorry.' Neteyam apologized, thinking he'd hurt you. "Don't be... I'm happy... to see you.." You said, burying your face onto his neck. Not wanting him to let go of you. He didn't want to let you go. Not now, not ever.
Your family was happy that you were finally awake, your mother didn't stop fussing over you. Checking you, making sure you were alright. Your mother had asked Norm and Max to check you, to make sure that nothing was wrong. Everything was alright, you were weak for obvious reasons, but you were good. You had to work on getting your health back up.
You started by going on a walk with Neteyam. Holding onto his arm. He was slow and careful, allowing you to walk at your preferred pace. Meanwhile, your injured arm was on a makeshift sling. It was sore, very sore. You'd move it every now and then, but not force yourself.
"How long was I asleep?" You asked. "Two weeks, it was horrible not being able to hear your voice." Neteyam said, making you giggle and your face burned. "I met my dreamwalker mother, she said that It wasn't my time yet. It was like she sent me right back here. With my family." You paused. "And you." You said, with a shy smile. Neteyam stopped in front of you. Taking your free hand, into his chest. "She was right. It was not. I would've done anything to have you come back to me. I'd go to hell and back." He said. His other language slipping. You had no clue what he meant. But you'd ask later.
You both stared at one another, for what felt like a long time. Neteyam leaned down, closer to your height. Still holding your hand to his chest. Against his beating. He leaned his forehead in, against yours. You closed your eyes, so did he. This felt like a greeting into each other's lives. Properly. "I see you." You both said in unison. You were glad to be here, with him. And he was happy to be here, with you. Finally being allowed to be together.
Whenever I send an anon ask I have to write it down in my notes cuz I legit forget that I sent it. Once sent an artist that I liked an anon ask, few weeks later I forgot that I'm the one that sent it.
Fuck me and my goldfish ass memory.
Bruh same, then when they answer you're like. I recognize that ask. Then you realize it was your ask.
