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⤷katsuki's gf comes out the shower, but she forgot her towel; fem! reader
🎐— y/n stepping out of the shower, looking around the bathroom gently but no towel insight. any mirror in the bathroom was fogged up, she sighed gently and opened the door.
🎐— as she went to the other bathroom to get a towel she heard the front door unlock, was katsuki home already?
🎐— before she knew, katsuki opened the door and stared at her naked body, y/n's face heated up, she looked around for a way to escape.
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you poured your heart and soul and very being into your writing and then put it out there for anyone to read? insane.
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“what’s happening in the jjk manga rn” nothing. nothing is happening. here look at the boy
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This needs to be seen more. Rape needs to flat out stop, but until then victims need to know there’s support for them.
SIGNAL BOOST.
btw this tumblr HATES gege akutami and wishes him the worst day
The word "hate" doesn't express the amount of hatred I have towards gege.
there are no words to describe what i feel towards gege
heart can’t lose.
— it’s hard to admit that i’m in love with you.
PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc
CATEGORY. social media au, fluff, angst, kind of strangers to friends to lovers, college au, pre-med!haechan, student council president!haechan, education major!oc
WARNINGS. lots of swearing, alcohol consumption, may have sexual/death/murder jokes (because they’re all college students), will add more as the story goes on!
SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.
NOTE. this is the first part/story of the episode series! ignore timestamps unless stated otherwise!
STATUS. on going! (slow updates!)
I See You - Chapter 3
Miles Quaritch x Fem! Na'vi OC
Summary: Vira Te Wou Auhew’ite, an albino Na'vi and future Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan, The Ikran Riders of the Eastern Sea, keeps needing to save the demon Miles Quaritch at Ewyas command. When she's given a sign to try to teach him The People's way, both she and Miles struggle with their growing feelings for each other.
Authors note: Sorry this took so long guys, I don't love this chapter and it has been rewritten like 3 times and I just couldn't do it anymore. I also just got back from vacation to 99+ notifications and I'm floored but also too overwhelmed to go through them so I will be updating the tag list if there are any AFTER CHAPTER 4, which is going up tomorrow as an apology for taking forever. I do enjoy the next chapter so hope you guys do too!
PS I tried moving the taglist to the comments, please let me know if it doesn't work! This is my first time ever using tumblr, still learning!
Rating: T (last T chapter just FYI)
Warnings: Canon typical violence, strong language/swearing, mild mentions of mating/sex, depiction of animal birth
Words: 5820-ish, give or take a few.
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Chapter 3
Miles stayed up into the night, the albino Na’vi passed out beside him snoring softly on his shoulder, the hammock she worked on tirelessly draped over her small form and partially over his legs. Anyone else and he probably would have shoved them off him but he let her and the mess of white-blonde hair stay put as he watched the fire smolder down to ashes.
Why did he touch her hand like that? He’d been interested in watching her experiment with his had, she wasn’t scared of his pinky, she found it fascinating, found him fascinating. Miles saw no fear in her like the other natives had for him, except that time he’d pushed her up against the tree. She even liked hearing the stories about humans l, Bridgehead city and earth, curious little thing she was. Her orange eyes lit up sometimes like he was talking about magic.
But he had no explanation even to himself why when she'd put their palms together he’d folded his large hand over her small pink one. Reflex? It had felt right when she lined up her little hand, it was something maybe his grand pappy had done once when he’d gone to visit as a kid. It was something he felt boarded on affection. Couldn’t be having that. He told himself he was just trying to make her happy so she wouldn’t run home. Swore to himself he’d be damned if he ended up like Jake Sully, abandoning his people for some local tail.
The thought did cross his mind briefly that he was even less human than Sully had been when he’d taken a Na’vi mate, he’d merely been an avatar driver. Quaritch was a damn na’vi, grown in some lab with human memories and his own human DNA spliced together to create who he was now.
Miles felt sleep getting the better of him, yellow eyes growing heavy as he started into the embers . He moved Vira’s little pink body as gently as he could off his shoulder and the tree so she was laying on the mat, facing away from him. She didn’t even wake up as he easily cradled her in one arm to move her, her sweet scent filled his nose. If he left her sitting up she cursed the whole morning under her breath about her back hurting and he didn't want to wake up to her whining again. Miles didn’t know what to do with her hammock and he threw it over her like a blanket and laid down beside her, back to her. He did put his tail over her small pink waist, so he’d feel if she moved, couldn’t have his na’vi teacher falling off the tree.
Quaritch fell asleep knowing well enough that there was room to sleep 4 more full-grown na’vi on the branch and none of them would have fallen.
What was he doing?
He just cared because they were in close contact, she was the only person to talk to for a thousand clicks. Even soldiers who didn’t like each other got close living together in barracks.
That’s all it was.
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Vira rose with the sun, deciding instead of hunting again today, she would use the day to try and teach Miles to better move through the higher limbs in the jungle. They had gone hunting the past few days on the ground with little success, it was time to take their hunt to higher ground. She’d gotten them a Syaksyuk to eat from the ground that would last a few days yesterday but Miles needed to master hunting with the bow. She blamed Miles' noisy clothes for scaring away the animals on the forest floor. From above though, their sounds would be less suspicious to the wildlife and it would be advantageous if they could move quickly and quietly through the trees with bows. Their prey would never know they were even there.
The Na’vi swiftly could move from layer to layer of the jungle, swinging on vines, using their bodies to propel them, and jumping from high places. Miles needed to learn to move like them in addition to living and hunting like them, it was part of their way of life.
Vira sat up from the sleeping mat, Miles still snored softly beside her and she removed his tail from being draped over the nivi and her midsection. She’d worked on the nivi every moment she didn’t have anything else to work on, she looked forward to a good nights sleep in a hammock. Many times she had fallen asleep against the tree’s trunk but Miles lately had been moving her to her side and covering her with it. She woke up nearly every morning with his tail somewhere on her too, Every spare moment she dedicated to it, when she’s seen the elders work on it in other villages it was something special to add a new one, something not to be rushed and could take several short cycles to finish but in this home tree they selected they had no other place but the branch to sleep on. She wanted them to have comfort for their stay and be well rested. Her back and limbs were sore most mornings, the grass had been more comfortable but it was dangerous for only two na’vi to stay on the ground.
Back at the Eastern sea her people slept in small huts in a large cave. They slept on soft beds of glowing moss and soft spun linens of all colors spun by their own elders. Families shared a hut until they were mated. Her sister, her three younger male cousins who her mother had taken in after her sister, Ìveye passings. She had lost her aunt, closest confidant at that young age but gained 3 brothers, even the youngest who had lived for eighteen full sky cycles had mated and left their hut. Only Vira and mother were left in their hut, she wondered what her mother would do once she left. In truth she could take another mate if she desired and even have more children, she was not too old. Na’vi could live over 160 full sky cycles, mother was not even halfway through her lifetime, at 56 full cycles.
But Vira did not foresee her mother doing this, she was rigid, she was Tsahìk. She would likely stay alone or move to the hut that housed the elder females who were widowed, the village Aunties.
Vira stretched and popped her limbs, not wishing to think of her mother or home anymore. She gathered her nivi back up into her pink hands and continued weaving.. She got lost watching her pink hands in the repetitive motion, looking at them made her mind wonder back to several nights past. Thinking back to her hand being dwarfed by Miles own with his fingers folded over hers. They had not spoken much after, eating the Yovos in silence until Miles fell asleep. She’d stayed up weaving until her eyes could no longer stay open and her fingers were numb but when she’d awoken that was the first time he’d moved her to sleep on the sleeping mat. The act made her already tender heart soften to him, a kind act even amongst all his sharp edges.
The pink Na’vi was intuitive, she sensed much conflict in his heart. Miles heart was torn between embracing the Na’vi teachings and being one of the sky people. She saw it in his actions, in the way he spoke. In this short time together she felt his growing connection to the forest, to the Na’vi ways, how he had used the spear so perfectly was proof enough to her. But he could not shed himself yet of the alien clothing nor fully of their weapons, he still held the gun on his hip and the wicked metal knife behind him.
Vira did not take offense to his lack of change, change was hard, even for the Na’vi. She knew the change that waited for her when she returned home would be hard, she would become a mated pair with Huärì and leave the safety of her mothers hut. She would no longer travel, would no longer teach the younglings of the other clans and customs. Tsahìk training would be how she spent her days, a task she was unsure if her heart truly desired but it was what it was meant to do. The only change she looked forward to was having her own brood of Na’vi babies. Na’vi women had anywhere from one to ten children in all stages of their life. Her own mother had only bore she and Ikeyni. Vira secretly prayed to Ewya she would have more children than that but any child would be a gift. Her sister already had three of her own, surely she would have as many.
Her thoughts and hands stopped when Miles finally opened his sleepy yellow eyes.
“Mornin’” voice deep and grumbly with tiredness as he sat up.
“Big day today,”
“We huntin’ with the bows again?”
She shook her head of white, wild curls. “You need to learn the upper forest, how to move quick and quiet, it will make you better hunter.”
“I’d say I’m pretty damn good with a spear” he gestured behind him with his thumb to her etching of him with the Yerik.
She smiled, he was a prideful one. “How many kills have you made with bow?”
Miles made a thoughtful sound and the corners of his mouth turned down in reluctant acceptance of her plans. They’d gone out on the ground with their bows and had seen lots of wildlife but they had not gotten a kill. Vira blamed Miles loud pants for scaring off the animals but he didn't seem to agree. Either way, a kill from above would be better for them, helping hide any noise or scents.
They’d been eating fresh Teylul they gathered over the past few days as well as fruits. She’d gotten a syaksyuk one night and roasted it over the fire spit they’d made but she wanted Miles to be the hunter, he needed to learn, not her.
“Once you master hunting from the tree, the next step will be from Ikran.”
“Now I like the sound of that Princess .” He grabbed his bow.
With bows in hand, they scaled down to the mid branches of their home tree. A fall from this height would not kill Miles but it would not be pleasant if he fell. To the Na’vi sometimes pain was a necessary tool for teaching, not corporal pain inflicted on purpose but the pain from an experience, to learn from it. Vira said a small silent prayer to the great mother that Miles would be sure of foot and not do harm himself.
She held her bow in one hand while Miles kept his slung over his shoulder so he could easily use two of his hands. Vira ran along the branch they stood on and jumped to the next tree over, the gap was small and Miles followed her with no problem.
Vira took off then through the jungle, a grueling pace but she judged Miles a quick study in all things physical. Hunting, weapons, and now even racing through the tangles of branches. The injuries he sustained no longer seemed to affect him, Ewya had healed him quicker than expected was her only explanation. The great mother must have wanted him to learn quickly, Vira would obey her command.
She’d been right to go fast and strenuous, Miles was keeping good pace with her, running and jumping with ease. He only paused when there was a small gap between two branches but a low hanging one overhead could be reached. Without hesitation, Vira jumped to grab the branch and rolled her body, using her body weight with one hand to propel her pink body forward.
The Na’vi woman turned back when she did not hear the large blue Na’vi behind her, he was standing on the edge of the branch, staring at her with his jaw wide. Vira beamed a smile at him.
Miles let out a low whistle. “Didn’t imagine you could move like that, Princess,” he complimented from across the branches. His yellow eyes looked back and forth from where Vira stood.
“You can do it!" she encouraged "Move back, spring up with your body, and swing yourself over. “ she instructed, doing her best to illustrate the movement again from where she stood.
“I got this one Tiny, don't worry 'bout me. " Miles backed up a few paces, easily jumping up with his large body, he grabbed the branch Vira had swung from with two hands and swung himself over with ease.
“Have you done this before? You are quick. Fast learner.”
“Someone taught me a little bit, never gone so fast before.”
“The sky boy?” She remembered him from the beach, from when the Ilu was shot. From when the huts were burned. The boy had dressed and spoken Na’vi as though he was a true-born son of Ewya. She remembered he had painted himself with blue stripes in an attempt to appear more like one of The People.
Miles nodded. “Spider, he likes to go by Spider.” He looked down at her, she couldn’t quite read the tall Na’vi’s expression but his yellow eyes were sad. They reflected the sadness and conflict she knew resided in his strong heart.
“He’s my son.”
Vira couldn’t hide the surprise on her face, her orange eyes opened wider and wider as she thought of question after question. Was she keeping him from returning to his mate, to his child by teaching him to be Na’vi out here in the forest? Miles had already told her when they shared stories around the fire in the evenings, about how he was once a sky person, a human, but was now was in a Na’vi body. He didn’t dream walk like others who had came before. The details entranced her, all the science the Sky People possessed seemed like magic to her. She had not thought that he had a family from when he was human. She sometimes forgot he was anything more than Na’vi.
Guilt and something else twisted deep in the pink na’vis stomach. Vira had never considered he was spoken for and she didn’t enjoy the thought, even though she had a betrothed of her own waiting for her at the Easter Sea.
“Am I keeping you from him?” Her mouth felt dry, like no amount of water could quench her thirst. A lump formed in her throat. “From your mate?” The question came out meeker than she intended.
“No, nothing like that Tiny. His mom is died a long time ago. Spiders off somewhere with the reef people, pretty sure anyway,” there was a bitterness and maybe a hint of jealousy in his words.
Something he left unsaid.
Vira swallowed hard, feelings she couldn’t place swirling in her head and her stomach. Did she really feel relief to hear someone had passed on from this life? Why did she feel relief at all? What kind of monster was she to feel this way? Miles did not seem particularly sad at the mention of Spiders mothers death. Na’vi could not have children without being mated for life, surely the sky woman had been his mate. If a Na’vi’s mate passed on in an untimely way, they were able to choose another to mate with, any other circumstance it was not possible to mate with another.
The pink told herself it was because she had grown fond of Miles, she did not want to see him be alone. Part of being Na’vi was mating for life once you came of age and completed your trails. He would not need complete Iknimaya as he had already claim an Ikran, with her assistance, but he would need to have a Uniltaron to be full considered a member of any Na’vi tribe. Once he completed that, maybe another Na’vi woman would learn to accept and be fascinated with his five fingered hands as she had.
The thought of another na’vi woman mating with him made her stomach turn sour, as if she’d eaten something gone to rot.
“We could go look for him, take the Ikrans and go,” Vira suggested, pulling herself out of her own thoughts. She gently placed her pink hand comfortingly on his large, toned bicep.
“Naw, he chose not to come with me.”
She removed her hand from his arm, there was a silence between them. Questions and unspoken words hung in the air. Vira felt shifted uncomfortably on the balls of her feet, both equally avoiding not looking directly at each other. The pink Na’vi wanted to ask more questions but his words had felt final, putting a hard stop to the conversation.
Miles flicked his tail against her leg. “C’mon, let’s move out Princess.”
They pressed on further away from their Hometree. The farther they ran the more obstacles they encountered and Miles seemed to be fit to conquer them all, even if his mind was far away with the boy. His boy. Vira still tried to wrap her mind around it.
Partially to distract herself and partially to distract Miles, Vira would slow her pace sometimes to let her own tail playful smack against Miles or wiggle it just out of his grasp, in turn Miles would try to playfully grab it. Vira played often with the children of her village and those of the other clans she visited, this was a common one played across the clans, it helped teach balance and coordination in the trees. Miles even succeeded once in successfully snatching her pink tail, eliciting a playful yelp from her as she snatched it back from his large blue paws. It made the large na’vi give her a fanged, triumphant smile. She rewarded him by sticking out her tongue.
Vira was truly impressed by how well Miles did with managing to not fall from the trees and keep his eyes fixed on her tail. It all seemed natural to him, moving swift and graceful as he always seemed to. She always found herself comparing him to the great predator palulukan, graceful, strong, and deadly. Perhaps she could convince the Anurai clan to teach him how to ride one, it is what their rite of passage was instead of claiming in Ikran. She had a good relationship with them, it was not unfathomable that she could persuade them. In her mind's eye she could practically see the large Na’vi male astride the equally large carnivore in full na’vi dress with a spear in hand.
As they ran, they came across a large gap in their path that made Vira skid skillfully to a stop, Miles so close he nearly bumped into her. She could feel the heat of his closeness behind her, his body barely brushing against her. The feel of pants brushing gently against her bare legs, if she leaned her head back surely it would undoubtedly rest upon his chest.
She felt him take a step back but not before she was nearly positive he took a deep inhale. Was he scenting the air, for her? The pink Na’vi pushed the thought away, he was just filling his lungs, they had been moving quickly for some time, attempting to catch his breath.
Her orange eyes measured the great divide between the branches of the great trees, obvious that it was far too large to jump but there were many vines in between they could swing from to get across, not an easy task to master. She looked down and saw the large leaves below that would catch them if they fell and bring them safely to the forest floor.
Without warning, Vira quickly flew across the divide, swinging skillfully from vine to vine, ending up on the other side in a pink blur. He had not cared for her instruction the last time so she decided to let Miles figure it out for himself.
She watched Miles from the branch across the split. She watched him take a deep breath and run and jump into the vines, he held strong and true amongst them but his movements were too slow and unsure from vine to vine. Each one swayed precariously, his arms while large and strong lost more and more strength. One needed to be quick and sure on the vines.
Vira watched him slowly skid down a vine, the horror on his face as he tried to use his legs to stop from falling as gravity worked against him, she heard him let out a yell as he fell and smacked face first into a leaf.
The future Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan let out a loud laugh. For the first time, she thought Miles did something that was not graceful.
Vira jumped down from the branch she stood on and let the large leaves of the jungle gently guide her down as she softened her limbs, bringing her to him in the rainforest lower level. He was laying on his back staring up towards the branches he’d just been in, breathing heavy.
“Are you hurt?”
From that fall he might have been swore but she was sure he would have no serious injury.
“No darlin’, I could hear you howling like a damn prolemuris up in the damn trees so just my pride. ” grunting as he stood, he turned to show his backside to her “and my pants.”
His whole backside was soiled with mud and sap all the way from kuru to his bottom. A large hole was exposed from his tail down, showing his under clothes. He’d either gotten stuck on something or it was simply a mix of overwear and then the friction on the vines. Vira changed twengs frequently to help prevent overworking of the cloth.
Vira couldn’t help herself, she covered her mouth to try and hide it but seeing the large blue Na’vi such a mess, she let out small squeaks trying to coverup. Normally he was so sure and dexterous in all he did, seeing him so out of his element made tears prick at the corner of her eyes.
Miles looked down at her, she felt the scrutiny in his eyes. She could see the flecks of gold in his yellow eyes at first she thought him mad but he just let out a small sigh of defeat. “It's alright let it out, Tiny. Laugh it up.”
He gave into a little laugh too, even though his pride was bruised.
“I don’t think I can fix” gesturing to his pants between small snickers.
“Guess it's time for you to make me some skivvies.”
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Quaritch hated to admit, he really did but Vira had been right about his clothing being noisy. He felt ridiculous having his ass out in the jungle but on the other hand he felt like deadly silence as he moved swiftly through the trees, raining death from above with his bow to unsuspecting Hexapede, his prey of choice. He even managed to say the prayers over the bodies when he made a kill that Vira taught him without his voice dripping in sarcasm or rolling his eyes. Vira had yet to proclaim any of his conquests yet to be what she deem a clean kill, she said she still didn't feel he meant the words and would repeat the prayer after him so earnestly it tugged at something deep in his chest.
While he did not believe in the tree god, no matter how often she tried to demonstrate the miracles or give him proof. The pink Na’vis faith was palpable, something pure, something to be admired. A devotion he’d never seen before and couldn’t fully comprehend. Miles did admit there was something strange in the woods, something about it all. He did feel believe in what Grace Augisitbe had said about life being connected, he'd believe that since they'd drank the nectar in the woods but a diety? He could not stand all the circle of life. tree hugging crap. It was too much, a step too far for him.
Miles had been wearing the traditional Na’vi clothing for well over a week, he still marked the days but he’d have to count the marks to have any idea how long he’s been there. Maybe 20 or 25 days if he had to throw a number off the top of his head. Vira had added a new etching of him shooting the bow from a branch. The days in the jungle seemed to blur together and he found he didn’t hate it. Just like he didn’t hate the loincloth, or Tweng as Vira called them. She’d used his shirt and pants as the base materials of the ones he wore, each mostly the soft green of his shirt with a single thick strip threaded through the hide ties down the center of camo. It was a nice touch.
Vira has apologized to him for the size of the loincloth, the tweng, she’d said it was a bit smaller than she would have liked to make but he was rather large, even for a Blue. She’d explained in a more eloquent manner that her people, the Tayrangi, tended to cover their asses a little more than the clan Sully had joined but he found himself not minding and feeling more adjusted to the clothing. Each clan had different clothing customs, some wore intricate beadwork, others made clear armors, some made entire outfits just of leaves and flowers. While Quaritch had never been one to care about clothing as a human, always choosing functionality over any kind of fashion, learning the social customs around them for the different clans was at least mildly interesting.
When he first started wearing the tweng he had continued to wear his belt and gun holster but felt it left him unbalanced when he made his way through the trees, which is exactly what Vira had told him the first time he’d put it on. He’d worn it a few more days just to spite her but but ultimately Miles had since abandoned the RDA standard issue holster and weapons days ago, leaving them somewhere back at their tree camp.
He’d come to value Vira’s opinion, it was hard for him not to get annoyed and be gruff towards her at times with how often she proved him wrong but he reminded himself this forest moon was her home. She’d had a lifetime of living this way. He’d only been living this way for a few weeks. Qauritch was used to being the one barking orders and teaching new recruits, he scarcely remembered being a Boot himself it was so long ago.
The recombinant Na'vi had come to appreciate her as a teacher, overall she was patient even when he got frustrated. She’d get a little pissy if he messed up too many times on his Na’vi, saying he knew better. Most of the time she was right, he did know better and was just screwing up to push her buttons. More days than not she spoke to him in Na'vi now, he could understand her but did not always come up with a reply in the alien language and reverted to English. Her English was more than sufficient to understand what he said and parroted most of his phrases back to him in Na'vi. There were things he knew he'd never stop saying in English, they got lost in translation like the Recom Na'vi's pet names for his pink na'vi teacher, swears, and phrases. He couldn’t help himself.
To his surprise, Vira actually enjoyed some of his more colorful language in English and adopted saying them in his native tongue rather than her own.
They were hunting hexapede today and explored the jungle through the upper branches. Miles felt as though he was starting to know this part of the jungle just as well as Hellsgate or Bridgehead city, maybe even better. In the short time they’d been staying here, he and Vira had found common hunting grounds that he knew like the back of his hand. His movement through the branches was better every day. Miles felt himself getting stronger and moving with more ease, all of it becoming second nature and natural. He still needed to master swinging on the vines but he’d improved a hell of a lot since he fell and ripped his pants.
From behind he watched as Vira’s little lithe body moved instinctively through the branches as though she was part Prolemeris. It never failed to impress him really how easily she moved from running to jumping to swinging on the vines in fluid movements. Miles closed the distance behind the small pink form he’d playfully tug on her tail. It’d become a game they often played when he walked behind her.
Vira turned to playfully hiss at him and slapped his hands away from her tail, shushing him playfully before speeding up to avoid him being able to tug at it again, as they hit all their normally hunting spots. When they saw no Hexapede from the branches they took to the ground to look for tracks.
Miles was surprised when Vira ushered him ahead of her letting him take the lead, choosing to follow behind him like a silent pink shadow. Even if he couldn't see her, he could smell her scent with his sensitive Na’vi nose, that syrupy scent that was just her. Even though they bathed before a hunt he could still always smell her natural odor underneath those slightly perfumy, lavender-like herbs. With each passing day Qauritch felt he became more and more aware of the cloying odor. Sometimes Miles found himself sniffing the air, seeking the scent. He wondered how between her overwhelming smell and the pink coloring she didn't get gobbled up by something.
Miles remembers thinking before he could track her by scent anywhere within 100 clicks with his new and improved sense of Na'vi smell but he was starting to be damn near sure he’d be able to find her anywhere on Pandora. That smell was forever ingrained into his senses.
Sometimes he swore he sought out her scent.
They padded quietly on the lush jungle floor, he knelt to observe the freshness of the tracks when a savage yowl filled the silence of the jungle. Miles turned around to face Vira, his ears swiveled, straining to discern where the sound came from and what it was.
“Nantang” Vira whispered, her orange eyes lighting up as a second strangled howl echoed through the forest. Why she was so excited to see a Viperwolf he couldn't fathom. He reflexively touched the side of his face which was now absent scars he’d gotten from one of his very first day on pandora.
“Za’u” Come. She beckoned quietly, now laying on her stomach and started doing an army-style crawl on knees and elbows, keeping her small body low to the ground through the brush and towards the animal's pained cries.
Miles shrugged and slung his bow over his shoulder and joined her in crawling through the underbelly of the jungle, the back of his mind told him this was foolish and dangerous. This was not Kansas, this was Pandora.
“Are you sure you want to go in that direction?" He couldn't help but question her judgment. "Of that thing? They're meaner than a two-headed snake.”
She whipped her pink face around, cheeks slightly puffed out in annoyance white curls flailing as she held a finger to her lips to silence him. She moved her head in a gesture that he took for him to move closer. Miles dragged himself forward so their shoulders touched as they both laid belly down in the grass.
Vira extended a petite pink finger towards an opening in the brush. Quaritch narrowed his yellows and saw that she was pointing towards a pair of Viperwolves, a larger male standing protectively over the smaller female that lay on the ground, letting out mournful, agonizing howls.
Miles understood immediately why Vira’s orange eyes lit up like fireworks to go get a closer look at the creature. The bitch was whelping, that's what those long, mournful cries had been for. He glanced between the Viperwolf pair and Vira, he saw the large male lean down over her every so often to give his bitch supportive licks on her muzzle as she let out her howls pierce through the jungle with quickening succession. Of course Vira had wanted to see the puppies, some things didn’t change even across species Miles mused to himself. She laid beside him clasping her hands together, whispering as gently as the rustle of the wind a little prayer in Na’vi repetitively.
“Oh great mother, please let our sisters' labor come quick and safe. Let her and her mate have many healthy pups.”
They came quickly just like she prayed for alright, before he knew it Miles had lost count of how many pups there were but he figured at least five or six. They were a lot less threatening than their parents with their bright pink ears, yet to darken as they grew and matured.
Vira and Miles sat in silence as they watched mom and dad lick each one clean of afterbirth and a few of the pups playfully nipped at each other's long ears. Quairtch couldn’t deny they were pretty cute. His yellow eyes looked over to Vira, she rested her pink cheek against her hand, a wistful look on her face as she stared at the infant Viperwolves.
“Gotta admit, they’re pretty cute” he half whispered half drawled but he wasn’t looking at the pups anymore, he was looking at Vira. “For being little shits.”
He ever so slightly stuck his tongue at her.
That pulled her from her dreamy gazing and she lightly batted at his shoulder, not wanting to attract the attention of the proud parents.
“You're the shit.” she whispered back to him with a big smile on her face.
Miles let out a quiet laugh at his foul language rubbing off on the pink Na’vi. He clutched his chest over his heart in mock pain.
“You wound me, princess, here I thought we were sweet on me.”
Her face flushed and she gave him a playful shove but didn't say anything, starting to creep backward from the pair of Viperwolves and their little brood back towards the game trail.
Miles sat there for a moment, was he really flirting with the little pink Na’vi?
He then gave a small sniff to the air out of instinct as she backed slowly away from him.
Not for the first time Miles thought to himself, what the hell was he doing?
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PRETEND LOVERS ✧.* | CHAPTER ONE — “the real you”
“it is not love if all they want from you is to fulfill some expectations”
genre: heavy angst | slight comfort
pairings: neteyam x omatikaya!reader
content warning: (brief) implied cheating/jealousy, arranged marriage, one-sided love (?), characters are aged up
synopsis; –
promised to neteyam since seventeen, you had spent three whole years being “his”. three whole years in which you had to sit and listen to his half-assed excuses on how he forgot about your anniversaries, to watch his fake smiles during fleeting encounters, to pretend you didn’t know that he would sneak around with other women after dark. all throughout those three years, was there no attempt from neteyam in showing that he loved you. and as you accompany him and his family to live with the metkayina clan, you’ve come to realize that maybe it was time to give up on him.
you and neteyam have been together since birth. with your father being jake’s right hand man and best friend, it was impossible for you to not be around the boy 24/7.
from a young age, neteyam was a genial, kind soul. he was so enlivening, so cordial. you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a phosphorescent lamp.
you adored the way he cared for his younger siblings, how thrilling it was to traverse the primeval forest with him, kiri and lo’ak, and with how beautiful he looked as his alabaster freckles shone in the luminescence.
you swore you ended up memorizing every pattern of his stripes overtime.
the more time you had spent with him as his closest friend, the more your admiration for him grew into unspoken feelings.
however you both were getting older. responsibilities changed, and overtime, neteyam came to change as well.
bounded by his duty as future olo'eyktan, he had been quick to change into someone he wasn’t.
you and neteyam had trained alongside each other the moment you were adept to bear a bow. neteyam excelled in every aspect of his training, whereas you became one of the clan’s most versatile members, being skilled in both combat and mending.
now at the age of seventeen, you were both impending full adulthood.
the pressure to be fit for the duty as future olo'eyktan had neteyam pulling strings to find every possible way in which he could meet his father’s expectations.
and when both jake and your father advocated the prospect of you being the most suitable mate for neteyam and future tsahìk for the people, neteyam couldn’t help but think of how content his father would be if you were mates.
the thought never came to his mind beforehand. it wasn’t like neteyam didn’t like you, though he didn’t have any strong feelings, either.
however, this proposal would bring extensive prosperity to the clan. it would surely make the people happy, his father proud.
so he selfishly went along with it.
you on the other hand, had felt reluctant about the proposal.
you knew that both jake and your father wanted nothing more than happiness for the two of you. the choice was yours, something they would never impose.
but to you, the arrangement itself wasn’t your concern.
it was the concept of being betrothed to him without any established feelings beforehand that worried you. a fear that this arrangement would be one-sided.
but as you saw neteyam eagerly give his word first, you felt an ounce of confidence that maybe he felt the same way as you all these years.
as you finally agreed to the arrangement, both fathers looked delighted.
you and neteyam were now promised.
—
it has now been three years since the proposal, and you can’t help but think things have gone completely sour.
unlike you, neteyam didn’t take the title of being your future mate as seriously. there were no sappy dates, no handmade gifts, or romantic efforts in the relationship like you thought it would be like.
there were many instances in which he’d make the most blatant lies to avoid going on dates, or when he’d muster up some excuse about babysitting tuk when he’d forget about plans.
you wondered how it got this bad. even before you were promised, he had never treated you so coldly before.
despite your constant efforts to be around him, taking care of him, and attempts at getting to know him, his fake amiable expressions and short responses to your exchanges had your mouth feeling dry.
but you never complained once, not until he had forgotten about your anniversary.
for the third time.
after patiently waiting all day, he finally stepped into your quarters after eclipse. only a low whisper of your name was said.
“neteyam, am i doing something wrong?”
with that, his gaze fastened onto yours.
“is this seriously all you called me in for?”
pent-up anger slowly made it’s way through your body. how could someone push their future mate aside so easily?
“am i not allowed to talk to you casually anymore?” you scoff.
“must we have this conversation now? you know things are different now, we aren’t kids anymore, y/n. i’ve been busy.”
“are you too busy to even remember our anniversary? this is the third time, for eywa’s sake!”
his countenance is resolute. a loathsome feeling pools into your stomach, you can feel tears welling up at the corner of your eyes.
“it’s just– what happened to us, nete? we used to be so good together. but ever since we’ve been promised to each other you feel like an absolute stranger.”
“we are good together. our parents are happy. everyone is happy, why can’t you see that?”
“neteyam, we aren’t happy. my heart is tired. i have tried countless times to make an effort in this relationship but eywa knows how little you care for us.”
his eyebrows furrowed. you can tell he's annoyed now, trying so desperately to find the words to justify his actions.
“i don’t understand y/n, must i go through such tremendous lengths for you? is me being claimed as yours not enough?”
“do you even claim me as yours? you make no attempts in showing it. all the women in the faction don’t even acknowledge me as yours! why is it that you avert every chance to be with me, yet you sneak around after eclipse with other women doing eywa knows what?”
you can tell your words are scathing into his skin like knives. he’s irritated.
“eywa y/n, we aren’t even mated yet, i am free to be around them just as much as you are welcome to be around the men for all i care.”
“this relationship means nothing to me until we are mated.”
suddenly, his concluding words hit you.
what the two of you had was nothing.
in his eyes, you were only to become mate for the benefits of being tsahìk.
“this– this whole time, was it just for the people? do you really care that little for me, for– for us?”
his ears angled down as he noticed your tears flow wearily.
for a passing moment, no words were said.
“please tell me i’m not as insignificant as your silence is making me feel, neteyam.”
with that, all neteyam could do was look away. to mislead you for three whole years had gradually taken a toll on him. you could tell he’s been long clouded with guilt. this must’ve been why he distanced himself so much.
he never saw you, for you this entire time.
to live a lie for three years, to be deceived by your feelings for nineteen, it felt as though everything came crashing down.
“you are so— so so, so unfair, neteyam.”
to you, neteyam had grown into nothing more than a suck-up who only cared about his father’s approval.
this was not the neteyam you grew to love.
“you may leave now, neteyam.”
as your hushed words rang his ears, he turned to face you once more. his unwavering eyes hid his panicked countenance.
“you know we cannot stop now— not after all these years, y/n. if we break this betrothal, everyone– my father— they will–“
“–enough, i understand, nete. just go home.”
once again, his only concern was his reputation. you had finally given up your efforts in making him see you.
mustering up all the courage in your body to display a weak, amiable smile was the only thing you could do.
all neteyam thought to himself was, how could he ever make it up to you?
there was a prolonged silence, conflicted on whether he should break it once more.
and with that, he left.
—
it was now two months since the argument, and despite everything that happened, you remained by neteyam’s side, living a lie.
as betrayed as you felt, neteyam was still your dearest friend prior to all of this. to let him down would only cause more complications, for everyone.
you had spent more time training with kiri as a healer to take your mind off the heart-wrenching truth. although she could tell you were afflicted, she decided not to ask. your reserved silence was an answer in itself.
the heavy tension between you and neteyam had thankfully gone unnoticed. fake smiles were reciprocated in every public encounter, as if nothing happened.
however, you could tell by the way his gaze burned the back of your head every time your presence was near, that he wanted to talk. to say something.
any moment when you were alone with him in the healer’s den was tense. you could tell it was on his mind. those lingering touches and his desperate eyes were practically begging you to let him in.
but you refused to give in, shutting him down before he even got the chance to acknowledge it.
you would follow your duty and play your part just as he did.
—
the next few weeks were spent living miserably. you would be lying if you said you weren’t reaching your limit, pursuing a loveless relationship.
and when the melancholic feeling was too much to bear, it was as if eywa heard your prayers when neteyam came unannounced, halting at the entrance of your tent.
tonight was the night when you’d break it off, once and for all.
but as he stepped in silently, you couldn’t help but feel your mind go blank as he came to you, agitated.
before you could speak, he hastily broke the news. his voice was weakingly low.
“we are to leave the clan, the sky people have returned for my family. all relations to us– including you, are being hunted. our fathers insist you come for your safety, as you are still my betrothed, y/n.”
there was a long moment of hesitation, it was so much to take in at once. to leave the clan? your family? the people?
your only concern was to cut ties with neteyam, but in a crisis of life or death, the circumstances have changed. all you could do now was rely on each other in these hard times.
unbeknownst to you, neteyam was already making his way towards you, defeatedly.
your train of thought was soon broken as you watched his figure loom closer over you, wordlessly resting his head on your shoulder gently. he was exhausted.
the action took you aback, almost making you stumble backwards from his weight. as you tried to find the words to muster up, your mouth felt empty.
he hadn’t displayed his true emotions to you like this in so long.
he felt so vulnerable.
as you wrapped your arms around his neck, he sighed into the crook of yours, finding comfort.
your mind felt hazy. if it wasn’t for his slender hands finding a hold at your waist, you swore your legs would’ve given out.
this was new. he was different, gentle even.
the two of you stayed like that for a moment, not a single word was spoken.
when he pulled away, your body felt just a little bit colder.
he had to leave his home. and so did you.
after a long pause, he broke the silence.
“will you come with us, i mean– with me?”
you could tell he was worried for your safety. despite the rough three years of your relationship, you his and his siblings’ dearest friend, nonetheless.
the ghostly whisper of your name as he stared into your eyes with desperation was chilling. as his hands grazed yours, feelings you hadn’t felt in years came rushing back in.
he was being genuine.
for the first time in years. you saw the genuine, real neteyam. the neteyam you fell for all those years ago when you were young. the neteyam before he had to bear his father’s duties.
and with a small whisper, you cupped his face as he leaned into your touch.
everything you endured for the past three years washed away. if you had any ounce of respect for yourself left, you’d push him away, shutting him out, but eywa knows how pathetic this man can make you.
“i will.”
author's note; –
chapter one is done !! it's pretty long so thank you for reading ^^
this is my first time actually posting one of my works, so i hope i'll be able to continue this series haha, i'm planning to write at least two more chapters for this story, depending on where the plot goes hehehe
i hope nete wasn’t too ooc in this,, i imagine neteyam to yearn for a genuine love like his mother and father, but with his duties, he thought choosing the people over himself and your feelings would be the right thing,,,,,
p.s — chapter three will take place within the metkayina clan, and ao’nung will be added into the picture, expect some jealous!neteyam ;))
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All mine @moonpetrichors-blog
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Back massage @vinnieswife
Beef against mini neteyam @eywascall
Bimbo @lxvvvllyy
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Deja vu @iloveavatar
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end of the beginning @openpandorabox
Enough @neteyamdarling
Enough staring @gloryy-vs
eveng @/suuuupernovaaa
Everything I wanted @girasollake
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fmokx @/suuuupernovaaa
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I’ve got my eye on you @/openpandorabox
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My purpose @melbee
Midnight swim @your-averagewriter
Missed you @starkeysmoon
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Neteyam being protective of you @angelltheninth
Neteyam defends you From Ao’nung and his friends (sfw/ Comfort) @neteyams-tsahik
neteyam has something important to tell you as you patch him up (sfw) @/neteyams-tsahik
Neteyam returns from MetKayina and falls In Love with you again after seeing you @/neteyams-tsahik
neteyam saving you as you fall off lo’ak’s ikran (sfw) @/neteyams-tsahik
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One of us| just the beginning @forever--darling
Only to be with you @sweetsbfreex
Only you, my girl @fleurmiss
On this fateful night...two hearts danced. @arachine
Outsiders @nyctophicbtch
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perfect @/urlocalfeiner
Protective @sxmpforneteyam
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Running wild @jeojake
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Secret cove @pandorafairy
Sensory lovers @isabellapaul37
Something about you @/moonpetrichors-blog
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The hearts that bind us @loaksky
Tonight you are mine @luvsellie
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You and Kiri overhear Lo’ak giving Neteyam advice on how to ask you out. @/neteyams-tsahik
you are everything @/ngayawneluoer
you are nearly killed during a hunting party, and neteyam panics (sfw/angst) @/neteyams-tsahik
you sing neteyam his mother’s songcord to calm him down (sfw) @/neteyams-tsahik
You take the bullet for neteyam and Nearly die in the process. @/neteyams-tsahik
You want your avatar to become full of Na’vi, but neteyam is fully against it. @/neteyams-tsahik
You may as well take my heart @/urlocalfeiner
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suna rintarou x f!reader smau
l/n y/n has been pining for her very best friend, suna rintarou, since high school. now they’re in college and nothing much has changed—that is, until she finally confesses to him after a deal with her friends. will he say it back?
tags: friends to lovers, possible love triangle (x miya atsumu), angst. fluff. slowburn. mutual pining. one-sided pining. poor attempt at humor. drama. romance.
warnings: suggestive/sexual themes, cursing; possibly many written parts! RATED 18+ because SUNA RINTAROU. chapters with ♧ are warnings.
status: mostly finished
started: September 17, 2020
taglist: closed
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Suna Rintarou: your oldest childhood friend, your longest (unrequited) love, your college roommate. Suna’s scandalous reputation is getting worse, and you vow to find another love interest before you get entangled in his sinful ways. The only problem? Suna’s always been right here.
content: angst, bad boy suna, college au, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, unrequited love, drug and alcohol use, partying, profanity, nsfw elements, explicit sex, reader will also be involved w other characters but suna is endgame, chapters marked with additional tws
one :: two :: three :: four :: five :: six :: seven :: eight
fic inspired by “right here” by chase atlantic
special shoutout to keke who gave me the idea for this fic <3
☊ 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘. a series
𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.
— tsukishima kei x f.reader
contents : college au, fake dating, smut, angst (happy end), one-sided pining → mutual pining, idiots / friends to lovers, slow burn
word count : est. 50-60k. (multiple chapters)
summary : college is the time to make mistakes; change your major (once — or thrice), choose a dorm without touring it beforehand to later discover mold on the ceiling, and sign up for too many morning classes. you'll learn from the mistakes, they all say. however, when the biggest mistake comes in the form of blonde hair, a biting grin, and even harsher words, how can you possibly regret making it?
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↳ gojou satoru x f!reader
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summary. with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.
genre. heavy angst, arranged marriage, ceo au, 18+
word count. 213k
fic warnings. mean!gojo, ooc, adultery/infidelity, profanity, explicit smut, violence, emotional trauma/physical abuse from past experiences, neglect, heavy family drama, illnesses, classism, pregnancy, undertones of masochism, undertones of manipulation, abandonment issues, overall toxic relationships, graphic depictions of self-harm, suicide/murder (and attempts thereof), minor character death, plot loosely based on twotm & tre. please read with proper discretion. this is a work of fiction. all characters are written to portray roles that are necessary to the plot and are in no way a reflection of their canon counterparts.
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• scars fade (Chapter 1)
Iwaizumi’s sins cost him the one thing he didn’t want to fuck up. Yet he still did.
Oikawa can count on one hand the actual times he punched Iwaizumi in the face. This was one of them. And it wasn’t just once that he did.
This is the story of how Iwaizumi fucked up so bad Oikawa had no choice but to step in and save the day. And whether it’ll be a happy ending or not, it’s all up to you.
warning: contains cheating, explicit language, mature themes
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