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misty / 22 / she her / uni student / full-time fangirl
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hunter davenport x reader
after a fight with dean, hunter might need a hand with tending to his busted lip.
just a blurb, hope you like it:3
it all seemed little too perfect to be true. hawks won the game, hannahâs showcase went great, she got back together with garrett, who was taking the suspension better than anyone expected. everyone was having fun together at the maloneâs.
you were nursing a drink, sitting next to the bar. while talking with one of your friends from biochemistry class wasnât the greatest way to spend time (he always wanted to be in a group with you, but wouldnât put enough effort into presentations), it was way better than interrupting hannah and garrett in their reconnecting or between dean and allie, who were about to have serious conversation. too chaotic place to be having one for your taste, but they both were kind of crazy and perfect for each other.
so, you kind of missed the moment when dean and allieâs conversation took a turn and someone, who really shouldnât be there, entered maloneâs.
one second youâre sipping awful beer and the next one you hear dean raising his voice at someone. you turn around and watch as two guys start smashing each other faces, before anyone could de-escalate the situation.
ââŠhunter davenport,â you heard beau say, as you quickly got to the safer part of the diner. disbelief on allieâs face told you right away that this was the guy sheâs been with to get over dean. you couldnât blame her. damn.
logan and garrett held dean back, but he still was trying to break from their hands and fight hunter, who stood behind tucker with a cocky smile, testing how strong dean really was, despite already feeling it through a busted lip.
âcalm down!â logan yelled, pushing dean down to sit in a booth.
âout of all people! him!?â dean snapped back right away.
âi made the best choice for the team and you have to get used to it,â logan said, taking a step back, when he saw that garrett was still watching dean close enough to catch him if he needs to.
âi need to leave,â allie said to you and hannah, before catching her things and running to the backdoor. hannah didnât even took her coat, she just ran after her friend with phone in hand, probably to text garrett why she left.
âyou can call me when you get your friend under control,â hunter said, fixing his sweatshirt. he simply turned around, swiftly took his jacket off of the hanger next to the door and walked out through them, without looking back.
âand the party is over,â you sighed out, giving beau sheepish smile. it was all too perfect to last longer than an hour.
âwe can still make the most of it,â he tried to cheer up the atmosphere, but one look from dean was enough to let that hope go. âor not.â
âi appreciate your enthusiasm,â you said, giving him a gentle squeeze on the arm. âsorry for leaving you alone with it, though.â and just like that, you did as the two of your friends, you took your jacket and with the head high, you left the diner.
last thing you wanted to do tonight was to spend it listening to loganâs ted talks on whatâs good for the team. you werenât even the part of it, you just happend to be in detention with logan in first year of high school, which sparked into a friendship that dragged you here today.
evening was pretty warm for the time of the year, so you just threw your coat over your shoulders instead of putting it on. for a moment you debated wether you should call uber or just walk to your apartament. the decision was set back in time when you saw that the cause of fight in the diner was still standing close by, wiping blood from his chin.
logan would for sure appreciate if someone close to the team would take care of his new player. just to show davenport that not everyone would throw themselves at him with fists.
âneed a tissue?â you asked, looking up at him and already pulling it out from your bag. he looked at you for a moment, before reaching in for it. âdonât be scared, i wonât hit you,â you chuckled at his reserved reaction.
âyou canât be too sure around there.â you heard him talk before, throw in jabs at dean, but in those seconds, you didnât focus on his voice enough to notice how deep it was. âthank you.â it was so⊠deep. rich and smooth like caramel.
âyouâre welcome,â you said, watching him closely to see if one tissue was enough for him. one thing you learned while spending time with hockey players was that wounds on lips and eyebrows bleed far more than you would expect them. he folded the tissue couple of times and pressed it onto his lip. âyou seem like a pro at that,â you said to throw something in.
âi know my first aid,â he chuckled.
âhad fair share of fights?â you asked, checking the state of the tissue if it wasnât bleeding through.
he didnât answer, instead he watched you. just watched how your eyes were fixed on his lips. âdo you want to help me?â he asked.
âhm?â
âi said, do you want to help me?â he repeated, stepping down from to curb to stand in front of you.
âyou seem to be taking great care of yourself.â his face was now little bit closer, since he was standing lower his height wasnât that much of an issue anymore. âdo you need my help?â you asked, crossing arms on your chest.
he let out soft chuckle, not taking his eyes off of your face.
âi hoped for a better evening tonight,â he said, seemingly out of context, but you understood it just right. you smiled slightly before answering.
âit can still be good.â
hunter davenport you charmed me with your blue eyes and pretty rich boy attitude
grace decided to come back to earth to make peace with the thing that he felt like would haunt him in every moment of afterlife, wherever universe would place him. he needed to come back and, if you were still alive, explain what really happend, apologize for leaving without true goodbye.
there was a moment of doubt when he felt earth beneath his feet, because what if you had a picture perfect life and he was something long forgotten?
all his worries disappear when on the way to his goverment assigned house, he hears on the radio that you made a discovery of a magnetic twist inside the milky way, which could rewrite what scientist thought about magnetic fields and you named the new shape of the structure âgrace-12â.
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âYou look nice,â Ryland says, smiling a little shy, as if the compliment had just slipped out and he was supposed to be embarrassed about that. âI uh,â You pause, swallowing thickly. Holy fuck he looks good in a suit.
in which: You need a date to the wedding you foolishly agreed to attend, luckily your co-worker is a willing sacrifice. Extremely willing.
[warnings: eventual nsfw 18+, a bit of fluff, excessively drawn out flirting]
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dennis whitaker and his ex high school sweetheart, who gained a lot of fame from writing heartbreaking songs about the relationship they lost, because at eighteen, moving to different sides of the country to study at university was equal to ending their love story.
currently writing this one shot!! one thing about me, i will make a pop star au with every single character i love.
jack abbot was so touchy.
you learned that pretty quickly after you started dating. before you got together he did the usual things you expect from someone youâre meeting. he would place his hand over your waist, intervine your fingers or brush against your back with his body. but afterâŠ
he liked to touch. not so discreetly anymore.
his hands found their way to your hips, hipbones in the front with the fingertips dipping into the kink of your thigh. he would stand behind you and nuzzle his face into your neck, it wouldnât bother him that you were talking with someone. you could feel him slip a finger under the strap of your bra, whenever he put his arm around your shoulder.
you started thinking that maybe it was people watching that turned him on.
you didnât want to start the topic, your relationship was still new and you werenât the person to feel experienced enough to talk about those kinds of things. you liked to play safe, do what you were used to. jack liked to push you, make you speak up on what you enjoyed or what would you like to try. he did things just to see how would you react to them, to help you learn more about yourself.
you stayed quiet when you liked something, whenever it was something you found amusing or arousing enough to keep going. when it wasnât your cup of tea one look was enough and he would just know to stop.
your lips were sealed when his hand dropped to your thigh and under the hem of your dress during the grill with his friends.
jack kept talking with robby, who was sitting on the other side of the table, like he wasnât doing anything under the table. like he wasnât doing his best to pull your panties to the side and slide his finger between your folds.
robby knew. you could see that because of the smile that kept creeping on his lips. he didnât say anything, jack kept touching.
you stayed quiet.
what the helly why is it blowing up
jack abbot was so touchy.
you learned that pretty quickly after you started dating. before you got together he did the usual things you expect from someone youâre meeting. he would place his hand over your waist, intervine your fingers or brush against your back with his body. but afterâŠ
he liked to touch. not so discreetly anymore.
his hands found their way to your hips, hipbones in the front with the fingertips dipping into the kink of your thigh. he would stand behind you and nuzzle his face into your neck, it wouldnât bother him that you were talking with someone. you could feel him slip a finger under the strap of your bra, whenever he put his arm around your shoulder.
you started thinking that maybe it was people watching that turned him on.
you didnât want to start the topic, your relationship was still new and you werenât the person to feel experienced enough to talk about those kinds of things. you liked to play safe, do what you were used to. jack liked to push you, make you speak up on what you enjoyed or what would you like to try. he did things just to see how would you react to them, to help you learn more about yourself.
you stayed quiet when you liked something, whenever it was something you found amusing or arousing enough to keep going. when it wasnât your cup of tea one look was enough and he would just know to stop.
your lips were sealed when his hand dropped to your thigh and under the hem of your dress during the grill with his friends.
jack kept talking with robby, who was sitting on the other side of the table, like he wasnât doing anything under the table. like he wasnât doing his best to pull your panties to the side and slide his finger between your folds.
robby knew. you could see that because of the smile that kept creeping on his lips. he didnât say anything, jack kept touching.
you stayed quiet.
jack abbot and his popstar!girlfriend
you met on accident. well, thatâs one way to call it. you ended up in pittsburghâs ed, because of an accident. you were arguing with your bodyguard a night after a show. you wanted to go out and see some of the city, look around, you never played a show there before and the crowd was great, so the city had to be too, right? anyway, you asked him to come with you, but he said that heâs not paid to drive you around the city. stupid guy.
so you left. alone. was it stupid? of course, but it was only few months since your career blew up, so it was still little unreal to you that anyone would recognise you.
unreal to you, very real to the universe. group of fans saw you and they turned out to be⊠intense. too intense for you. one thing lead to another and they started pushing, you started running, all that⊠stuff that happened only to true popstars. in some way it felt validating, but overall mostly scary.
your safe heaven turned out to be a hospital, ed waiting room, with enough people inside to loose those fans. you pulled your hood lower and took a seat to calm your breath. you didnât even wanted to pick up your phone, because for sure it was all over the internet by now that you were running around pittsburgh. whatever messages your manager was probably sending you right now, you didnât need to see them in the moment.
when it felt safe enough to move and get back to the hotel, you stood up and quickly fell back down to the seat, when someone stepped on your foot. hard. it wouldnât be so bad, if you werenât already having issues with your foot after stepping on it the wrong way few days before. you didnât tell anything, because the last thing you wanted was for your management to hold you back.
âmaâam, youâre okay?â you squeezed your eyes shut. âiâm such a clumsy guy,â he said with voice that sound like he was already tearing up. âdoc, i stepped on this lady, iâm so sorry maâam, can you check her out?â
âiâm busy, everyone will be seen when there is a doctor available,â the doctor said, rushing somewhere else, bumping into patients.
âiâm okay,â you said to the guy. god, you werenât even waiting to see the any doctor, you just wanted to hide here.
âno, iâll get you a doctor,â he insisted. âdoctor robby!â he said, as soon as he noticed a tall, older guy. âcan you help me out, doc?â
âi just clocked out,â he said, raising his hands up. âbut doctor abbot right here is all yours.â he shook his friend by the shoulders and went on his way.
you kept your head down, thinking how could you possibly get out of this situation in different way than by just standing up and running, which with your hurting foot was impossible.
âwhat seems to be the problem this time?â he asked, walking up to the man that crushed your foot.
ânot me doc, this poor lady, itâs her foot. i just stepped on it.â
the doctor kneeled down to get in your level. you looked at him like you were afraid that crossing eyes with anyone would mean another wave of scary fans. but he looked at you like you were any other patient, it was such a relief.
âhello maâam, iâm doctor abbot. what brought you here today in the first place?â he asked, catching your gaze. fuck. he was hot. old, but it wasnât ever an issue to you.
âiââ you started, before letting our a nervous chuckle. what was you supposed to say? âitâs funny story actually,â you said, tugging your hood lower on your face, when it felt like it was slipping down.
âiâd like to hear it,â he said, opening his hands like it was an invitation. werenât the best lies the ones where half of the story was the truth?
âi was running, i mean, running away from⊠someone and i came here to loose them, i just sat down to catch my breath and here we are now.â
you were great under the pressure, performing in front of thousands of fans, keeping your head up during interviews even when they were disrespecting the hell out of you. the weight of his gaze on you though⊠it was something different, too aware, too caring for someone you just met. it probably came with his profession, but it didnât change the fact that it made you stumble over your words.
âare you safe?â he asked, slightly ducking his head down to meet your eyes, when you kept trailing them away. it was simple embarrassment taking over you that made you want to look anywhere else, not at him, even if he was a sight for sore eyes. âhey, talk to me.â his voice was quiet and soft, but it still got to you through every sound in the waiting room.
âitâs notâ itâs complicated,â you answered, waving your hand. soft smile found itâs way onto your lips. âi am safe now.â
dr. abbot going to get a coffee after nigh shift x young, pretty barista working the bakery in front of hospital
the night owl vs morning person, somehow always finding a middle ground at 7am over a cup of steaming, black coffee and fresh orange juice, getting closer with the sun slowly rising between buildings
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ingyentism (n.) â mystery, enigma
your body washed up on the beach, unconcious, scarred, tangled in algae and⊠different than any other naâvi seen by metkayina clan. questions are left without any answer, when your eyes finally open, but not a single memory occurs in your mind. without a name, without any familiar face around you, you need to learn how to navigate your new life, connect with new poeple and discover where did you came from.
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chapter iv: treasure.
aoânungâs brilliant plan to help you was great only in threory. if you lost your memories, it was obvious to him that he should take you to the cove of the ancestors. you could connect with the spirit tree, eywa would help you find your way.
it was too perfect to become true.
for a second, looking at his face, so bright and proud, something sparked in your own heart, but his confidence was too big. you were taken aback by his excitement, you spent so much time in your head overthinking your lack of memories, which was exhausting, and he acted like he found an answer on the first try.
âcome on,â he said, leading you to the water. he wanted you two to mount his skimwing and swim right away.
you looked at the edge of the water, moving back and forth, touching the sand. how something that seemed so gentle could cause you so much harm?
aoânung wasnât bothered by naâvi around you, watching the two of you. you were new to them, how you looked, how you moved, it was so different form what they knew. some of them pointed fingers at you.
they compared your skin, the patterns, noticed your tail, because of how long and thin it was with a big fluff of hair on the end, while theirs were thicker and stronger. your tried to keep your head down, because everytime you caught someoneâs gaze, they seemed shocked by the brightness of your eyes. you tucked the loose hair from your braids behind your ear, immediately feeling more exposed than you would like.
you couldnât imagine that wherever you were from those were usual reactions. you felt like an anomaly, something that had no right to even exist here. full of distress, you pulled on the ends of your tangled braids, they were so messed up that even in a constantly moving surface of water, you could see that they shouldnât look like that.
water touched your toes and you moved back abruptly.
you couldnât get into water.
it was the only thing that you remembered.
waves were crushing your whole body. tide wanted to rip you apart, send your body parts in different directions, feed them to any animal willing to gnaw at your tired, weak muscles. water filled your ears, you felt like you would hear sounds of the ocean for the rest of your days, no matter how far youâll run away and hide.
aoânung noticed your hesitation. he swallowed the sigh wanting to escape his lips. âbe more understanding, be a better leader,â he thought.
âiâm the best swimmer here, youâll be safe with me,â he said, slowly making his way to you, coming out of the water. âi promise.â
you looked at him, not at his face, because you got used to him avoiding your gaze anyway, when you were still tied up. your eyes stayed on his collarbones, but even if your face was in a flightly different direction, he could see that his promises meant nothing.
how could you trust him, when you didnât know him at all?
âtake a leap of faith,â he asked you, but you wouldnât even grace him with a shake of your head.
aoânung slowly dropped his hand that he reached out for you moments ago.
disappointment washed over his body, he wasnât used to the feeling of failure or blunt rejection from someone else than his parents. it wasnât something he wanted to feel.
âi canât,â you said with a heavy breath. âi canât do it.â
aoânungâs first reaction was to groan with frustration, but he had to bite that down and act more maturely. he was responsible for you, he knew the solution, he just needed to get you to trust him enough to let him lead you.
âokay.â
it wasnât what you expected, there was no scoff or any other sound that would mean heâs tired of you. you looked up to him, the hair sticking out of your braids slightly obstruced your view, but you still saw a slightly forced neutral expression.
âokay?â you asked, as he stepped fully out of the water to stand closer to you.
ânot today, i understand it,â he asked, watching you pull on one of your braids tighter. he wasnât sure if you were that nervous around him or was it the situation making you pull your hair in stress. you turned your gaze away again, making him lean slightly in your direction to catch it and drive this conversation to the point, where he would be sure that you understood that you needed to give him a chance. ânot today, but some day.â
you wanted to take a step back, but your feet felt stuck in the sand.
âwhat if it never comes?â you asked. getting defensive was the easiest way to react. if you cut off his expectations early enough, he wouldnât have right to be disappointed in you when youâre got meeting them.
âarenât you an optimistic girl,â he chuckled, shaking his head slightly.
you looked at him, seeing that kind of expression from him for the first time was⊠a surprise. itâs not that he was always deadly serious, he just seemed intense, too intense for a moment of calm laugh.
âsome day,â he said firmly, feeling like there was a space in that sentence for your name. if only he could fill it. âfor now, iâll show you our ways, here on the ground.â
you wished to not be a burden for people of metkayina, but you highly doubted that you would be usefull in their day-to-day life. maybe some of the things he planned on showing you, youâd already know and you would pick them up easily, maybe wherever you came from, you were an amazing gatherer, maybe woving materials was your biggest passion.
you found yourself looking at your hands quite often, hoping to see scars from carrying weapon, or a line of tan somewhere on your body that would tell you that you lost in the ocean your usual piece of jewellery.
tsireya gave you a top and loincloth, fresh and made with you in her mind, when she learned that you got washed up on the shore. you didnât even had your own ones, that would give any lead, since you were dressed only in algae that tangled over you when you were found. whatever you wore at home, if you even had one, you knew if had to be very different from the top made of pearls, in which you felt like you were wearing costume. it was beautifull, you were amazed by the amount of work that had to go into weaving white pearls into a dark blue thread. but it wasnât yours. you only hoped that tsireya would find a use for it, when youâre gone some day.
âbut first we should do something with this,â he said, touching the part of your hair that was constantly falling onto your face. âtsireya is great at braiding,â he offered help of his sister.
âitâs the only thing thatâs mine,â you said suddenly. when aoânung was already thinking what hairstyle would suit you. âi donât have anything else that came with me here, itâs the only sign of my home i have.â
he looked at you for a moment, trying to understand your feelings towards your messy hair.
he reached his hand to touch one of your braids, you tried not to flinch or get scared away. he slid his fingers down on it.
âsheâll figure the way to make it look the same,â he said, giving you a convincing smile. the braids didnât seem too complicated, four of them on the top of your head, turning into the sea of smaller ones lower. beside one that was slightly thicker against other ones and it wasnât your kuru.
you watched his eyes fill with intensity, but you didnât know the reason. without any word, he let go of your braid, only to step behind your back and put hands into your hair again.
âwhat are you doing?â you asked and he hushed you quickly.
âdonât move.â
he found that thicker, irregular braid and reached to the end of it to start untying it. you stood still, too taken aback by his sudden movements to even question it.
it took him a moment, he wasnât good at handling hair, he had a tendency to always leaving it to someone else to take care of for him, but he was motivated. before he reached a half of the lenght, he was sure that his intuition was right and it wasnât just a mistake when someone was braiding your hair. there was something in the core of it.
âi think itâs your songcord.â
#mistytalks iâm savouring the moments where reader still is scared of everything around, because once sheâs over it⊠she wonât shut up (so me)
tags: @herdarlin, @zhongchithoughts, @darktrashpoetry, @mixhe-honey, @doyouseethewords
ingyentism (n.) â mystery, enigma
your body washed up on the beach, unconcious, scarred, tangled in algae and⊠different than any other naâvi seen by metkayina clan. questions are left without any answer, when your eyes finally open, but not a single memory occurs in your mind. without a name, without any familiar face around you, you need to learn how to navigate your new life, connect with new poeple and discover where did you came from.
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chapter iii: help.
aoânung couldnât bear the look his mother was giving him, but he stood his ground. as a future head of their clan he had to take responsibility of things he did, especially when he was sure that he did right thing. tsireyaâs gesture of silent comforting, which was her hand on his elbow, only secured him in believing in his actions.
you sat on the ground outside of their marui, where they discussed what next to do with you. there was a warrior by your side, keeping an eye on you, but your own ones didnât spare him a gaze. ocean ahead of you was taking every bit of your attention. it was unsettling, but somehow you couldnât stop looking. you could almost feel again the waves crushing your bones. shudder moved your body, which caused the warriorâs grip his knife tighter
âshe is not dangerous, she is scared,â tsireya tried to reason with her parents. âshe spoke to aoânung! this was what we wanted, right?â
âshe said one word that gives us nothing,â her father said calmly, acting as a stable ground between his mate and children. âbut it is a step,â he said to his wife.
ronal scoffed, taking few steps back. they all seemed insane in her eyes. there was a stranger in their home and none of them understood the weight of it.
âshe was listening to tsireya, she could try talking with her now,â aoânung offered.
âyou stupid boy,â aoânungâs mother hissed, turning back to him. she poked him with a finger on a chest. âyou were the one to cut her bindings, you are now responsible for her,â she said, looking at him. he tried his best to not falter under her eyes. âshe is your responsibility.â
she stormed out of the marui, not gracing you with a look. the weight of a family arguing because of you settled on your shoulders. tonowari let out deep sigh.
âyou can see sheâs not dangerous, sempul,â tsireya said, fighting a pout that almost made her brother roll his eyes. she was so good at giving sad look to their dad. tonowari looked at his daughter and put a hand on her cheek to comfort his younger child.
that was enough for aoânung, his sad face would never cause reaction like this from even one of their parents. he stepped out of the pod and nodded to the warrior watching over you to send him away.
you didnât raise your head, even though you felt his looming presence over you. you heard a deep sigh from him, before he sat down on the edge of the woven path, next to you. he hung his legs down, while you had yours tucked closely to yourself. you couldnât trust the water even to just dip your toes into it.
âtalk to me,â he said, leaning slightly to look at your face.
you kept staring somewhere on the line of horizone. aoânung watched you for a moment, hoping to see any sign that you were about to anwer him. he watched your eyes, shade of golden he never saw anywhere else than on the sand during sunset. you were so still.
he took a deep breath and with one swift movement he leaned onto his back. the sky was clear with a colour similiar to your patterns. your whole body seemed to be made of whatâs the best in nature.
âi canât tell you anything,â you said quietly.
if you spoke more, he could probably find something to compare your voice too.
at first, aoânung wanted to sit up straight right away, lean into your space to hear the words better, but just as his muscles tensed to get up, his mind stopped him. his parents always told him heâs not patient enough, not understanding enough yet to lead people and earn their true trust. he stayed on the path, laying down.
âwhy?â he asked after a beat of silence.
âi donât know anything,â you whispered, fighting the tremble of your voice. âi donât remember,â you managed to said against your tight throat that wanted to still keep it as a secret.
this time he couldnât stop. aoânung got up to sit and looked at you.
âwhat do you mean?â he questioned, as if what you said wasnât as clear as the water beneath you.
âi donât remember anything.â
silence hung between you, first time not because you werenât the one speaking. you raised your head slightly to cast aoânung a glance just to see him looking at you with a blank face, that fierce thing in his eyes that he had in most of the time ever since you saw him for the first time, vanished. he studied you for longer than you felt comfortable with. he was trying to see if you were lying.
it seemed absurd that someone memories could just disappear like that. for a moment he thought about his mother, maybe she was right and you were just acting to cause distraction?
flash of your face, the panic you were in when he gave you his name made sense now. only a person who didnât know their own name would react like that. his mother left his mind.
âiâll help you remember,â he said, the spark coming back to his eyes. your stare went back to the line of horizon. you couldnât keep up with the fire igniting in his gaze. helplessness in you was too overwhelming.
#mistytalks i know itâs little boring for now, but every story needs a set up to start for real right btw if you canât visualize the patterns that are on readers body, the swirls you can see on the left side of the graphics i made for this story are them!
tags: @herdarlin, @zhongchithoughts, @darktrashpoetry, @mixhe-honey
What courting?
summary aonung has been courting you, but youâre a little oblivious to the fact.
Pairing aonung x Metkayina!reader
wc 7.2k
a/n hi guys, if I havenât done your request by now Iâm probably just really not able to write it. I get writers block so bad. But feel free to send in different ones! I love your ideas and inspiration
The sky had deepened into a bruised plum color, the vast expanse above bleeding from the burning orange of an eclipse sunset into the cool, velvety indigo of true night. Around your thighs, the bioluminescence of the shore was beginning to wake up, greeting the darkness in tiny, flickering pulses of neon blue beneath the surface. The tide was low, revealing the skeleton of the reefâa labyrinth of coral and sandbars that usually lay hidden beneath the turquoise waves.
You shifted the weight of your woven basket, resting it firmly against the curve of your hip as you waded through the knee-deep water. The woven palm fronds dug slightly into your skin, damp and rough, but the weight was satisfying. It was a physical promise of the hours of creation ahead; a heavy basket meant a busy night at the loom, crushing shells for pigment and threading beads for the clanâs ceremonial sashes.
A few yards away, the soft splashing of water broke the rhythmic lapping of the tide. Loâak and Tsireya were lost in their own world, a bubble of laughter and shy touches that seemed impenetrable to the outside world. Loâak was submerged to his waist, his tail splashing playfully behind him as he ducked down, his movements unrefined but enthusiastic, to scoop up a handful of polished stones.
"For you," he mumbled, his ears flushing a dark violet as he offered them to her.
Tsireya giggled, the sound like the wind chimes her mother once strung around awaâatlu, and their heads leaned close together as he showed her his finds. It was a common sight now; since theyâd started courting, Loâak had become a permanent fixture at Tsireyaâs side. By extension, Aonung had stopped trying to drown him, or at the very least, had ceased his active antagonism. In fact, they moved with a comfortable, brotherly ease nowâa mix of teasing and begrudging respect that made the evenings in Awaâatlu feel peaceful.
"Found another one!" you chirped, spotting a flash of cream-colored calcium beneath a sharp ledge of brain coral.
You bent over, your focus narrowing on the prize. It was distinct against the darker sand, a spiral of pure white that would grind down into a perfect, snowy paste for dye. As you leaned down, the water rippling around your waist, your thick curls tumbled forward. Gravity pulled the heavy, damp ringlets over your shoulders, obscuring your vision and sticking to your cheeks.
With a practiced, absent-minded flick of your wrist, you tossed the damp mass back over your shoulder. The beads braided into your hairâtiny pieces of shell and woodâclacked softly against one another, a musical accompaniment to your labor.
You didn't notice Aonung standing just a few feet away, his movements going perfectly still.
He had been pacing the perimeter of the sandbar, ostensibly keeping watch for akula or merely patrolling his territory, but in truth, he had been circling you. Now, he froze. He was watching the way the seawater droplets clung to your skin, shimmering like liquid crystals against your patterned teal skin. He watched the concentrated line of your brow, the tip of your tongue just barely poking out between your teeth in focus, and the way your eyesâwide and bright with genuine wonderâlit up as you pulled the small, fluted shell from the sand.
To the rest of the clan, you were a diligent worker, a kind soul. To him, in this quiet moment between day and night, you looked perfectly in your elementâa pretty girl collecting pretty things, entirely unaware of how the starlight caught the curve of your collarbone.
Your head turned toward the figure looming a little ways away. Your eyes unexpectedly landed on Aonung, and a confused expression took over your features. He usually spent this time of day sharpening his spear or boasting with his friends by the fire. You wondered what he was doing here, standing so silently in the shallows, but deciding not to press, you simply waved at him.
Your inviting demeanor was one of his favorite things about you, though he would sooner die than admit it out loud. You never let anyone in the clan feel left out or less than. You were loyal to your people, a healer of spirits if not of bodies, always trying your hardest to make sure everyone was doing well.
ingyentism (n.) â mystery, enigma
your body washed up on the beach, unconcious, scarred, tangled in algae and⊠different than any other naâvi seen by metkayina clan. questions are left without any answer, when your eyes finally open, but not a single memory occurs in your mind. without a name, without any familiar face around you, you need to learn how to navigate your new life, connect with new poeple and discover where did you came from.
reader x various avatar characters
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warning: brief description of panic attack
chapter ii: out.
silence was the only thing everyone around you got in answer. whatever was in eywaâs plans, you werenât voicing it.
ronalâs patience run out shortly after first question. the feeling in her gut wasnât getting any lighter, your lack of response solidifying the feeling towards you. what were you hiding? what secrets were you guarding that you couldnât even grace her with your name? she wasnât used to hearing ânoâ and even more she wasnât used to someone ignoring her presence.
truth was, you werenât ignoring it, not on purpose. you were dissociative for the time that felt like forever, hearing questions thrown at you and not knowing the answer was putting you in state of constant panic that was blurring your vision, caused ringing in your ears and heat running through your veins.
tonowariâs approach was more gentle at first, but the longer he had to wait for any sound from you, the more he believed his mate that you could be a mystery that shouldnât be solved on their ground.
tsireya stayed in the pod with you longer than any of them, still tending to your wounds, even when her mother was giving her judging looks.
how could they think you were dangerous, when your eyes were full of such sadness the words couldnât even describe? tsireya wanted to comfort you in any way that was possible to her, so she often brought you food, soups that helped you heal. she had to feed you, because taking the restrains off your hands wasnât even a conversation she wanted to start with her parents.
you could feel with passing days getting some of your strenght back, but with lack of movement it was worth nothing.
aoânung was keeping eye on tsireya, he wasnât necessarily on board with his mother making you an enemy to their clan, but he still preffered to be somewhere around whenever his sister was about to stay one on one with you.
this lead him to peek his head into the pod you were staying in quite often. sometimes he was right and tsireya was sitting next to you, talking, telling you things with hope that it would help you open up, he could see some days that you were listening, but other days you had this empty look on your face that made him stop for a moment.
what was the ending of this? would you finally speak up and they would let you out? where would you go? would the truth you were holding lead to never letting you go or⊠never letting you leave alive?
your eyes connected, when he was standing in the door, thinking about every possibility. this was one of the days when you seemed present enough that words would get to you. there was some awareness in your golden eyes. his mother said that forest naâvi were known to have yellowish eyes, but she was sure you werenât one of them.
âcan you even speak?â he asked with a scoff. you were just wasting everybodyâs time.
you looked into his eyes with such hurt in your own as an answer, he couldnât keep looking at you.
he turned around, ready to leave, but something caught his ears.
âi can,â you sighed out.
this was the first time you heard a question you could answer and something in your brain pushed you enough to act, instead of running back into your mind with a panic that it was in fact, the only question you could answer.
aoânungâs head whipped around, wanting to catch your lips still moving to make sure that he wasnât just imaginig it. he stood still for a second, before making his way to you.
ânow you can?â he huffed, standing over you. you were sure that even if you werenât on the ground and tied, you would feel intimidated by his form. were you always this scared? was that the kind of person you were? or were the conditions of the situation making your body feel constantly on edge?
aoânung watched your eyes get foggy again and he couldnât let it happen. it was the most they all got from you in over a week since you washed up on a beach. the satisfaction he felt that it was him you answered to also played a role. he knew that he would rub it in tsireyaâs face so much sheâll smack him.
âyou made a step, donât take that back,â he said, slowly kneeling down on the ground next to you. âiâm aoânung,â he tried to offer.
if he only knew that was the worst thing he could do to you.
you couldnât give him anything in return.
one shaky breath turned into whimper, you sniffled once and you couldnât even think straight, turning into a mess with tears spilling down your temples. in a matter of seconds, you started to choke on your breath and laying down only made it harder to let air back inside your lungs.
oh, his mother was going to be so mad.
aoânung picked a knife he was carrying with him at all times, before his mind could flash with disappointed look his mother always gave him whenever he did something against her wishes. with two precise moves, he cut the vines binding you and hoisted you up to sit.
he was always bad with reacting to people crying, usually he made fun of them, especially when it was tsireya and in this moment any move seemed bad. he debated if he should step back or stay close.
was his name that terrible for you to end up in such state?
âitâs alright,â he said awkwardly, patting you on the back, as you cried.
aoânung heard from people who saw his father carrying you to the marui that your skin was like midnight sky, such a deep shade of blue and now he could see this especially, when tears were running down your face, caught in sun trying to break into the pod.
he hated to admit that, but he wished tsireya was here, she wouldâve know what to do you. one time he truly wanted her to waste her time sitting close to you, and she wasnât there⊠he had to think like her.
âfresh air will help you,â he said, catching your elbows and slowly standing up. your body followed him, your legs were wobbly, hips felt weak, but you couldnât stop him from leading you out. âeasy,â he hummed, putting an arm around you, when he felt how pliable you were in his hands.
tsireya said countless time to him that she wished you to step outside for a moment, maybe some shining on your face could help you as much as it was helping her everyday.
he lead you outside, just few steps in front of marui, and watched. he saw your skin glisten in the sunlight and bright markings almost come alive. your eyes were closed, but your face could say it all, how much you needed to feel breeze and warmth of the weather.
âbetter?â he asked quietly, holding you still.
soft hum left your lips as you let the sun dry away your tears.
whatever that was, you felt first touch of familiarity ever since you woke up.
#mistytalks i didnât expect so many people liking this story so quickly⊠iâm kind of new to posting on tumblr (wattpad was my bread and butter when i was writing things some time ago and it took a long time before people really started reading it) anyway! iâm really excited to see where the story leads us!! leave a comment if you want to be tagged in next parts :3
tags: @herdarlin, @zhongchithoughts, @darktrashpoetry
ingyentsim (n.) â mystery, enigma
your body washed up on the beach, unconcious, scarred, tangled in algae and⊠different from any other naâvi seen by metkayina clan. questions are left without any answer, when your eyes finally open, but not a single memory occurs in your mind. without a name, without a past, without any familiar face around you, you need to learn how to navigate your new life, connect with new people and discover where did you came from.
reader x various avatar characters (aged up neteyam, loâak, aoânung)
chapters:
i. found.
ii. out.
iii. help.
iv. treasure.
ingyentism (n.) â mystery, enigma
your body washed up on the beach, unconcious, scarred, tangled in algae and⊠different than any other naâvi seen by metkayina clan. questions are left without any answer, when your eyes finally open, but not a single memory occurs in your mind. without a name, without any familiar face around you, you need to learn how to navigate your new life, connect with new poeple and discover where did you came from.
reader x various avatar characters (aged up)
masterlist
chapter i: found.
yentsi.
it was the name youâve been called ever since your existance interrupted fairly peaceful days of metkayina clan.
at first it was ingyentsim, more as a way to describe you than to call you, when you were still unconcious.
your body washed up on the shore, tangled in algae and sickly thin. one of the hunters noticed it, coming back with nets full of fresh food. he pointed at your figure, laying on the sand, asking what that could be. his friend brushed it off, saying itâs a weird rock, but the hunter couldnât brush off this weird feeling creeping up his spine when he watched it.
âcanât be a rock,â he huffed, sliding off his tsurak, as the water got more shallow.
at first he wasnât in a hurry, it was plain curiousity leading him up to you, but as closer he got and as more obvious it was that the dark spot on golden sand was a naâvi, his strides got quicker.
he noticed your skin colour first, so much deeper than his own, which paired with bones that he saw through it, when he stood over you, made him think that you were long gone.
âbring oloâeyktan!â he yelled to his friend, kneeling down. noone disappeared from their clan into the water, to be found like this. how long would someone have to float to end up like this?
he reached out his hand to pull on your shoulder, but retreated it, before he could touch you, leaving you to rest peacefully. you had to suffed so much, he couldnât bother you, even if he was sure that eywa already met your soul.
âwhat is that?â tonowari asked, not even hoping for response as soon as he saw just as confused face of one of his people.
he slowly kneeled by the upper part of your body on the sand and with gentle push he made you lay on the back. he watched your head fall to the side and lips part slightly by the sudden move.
and then, very quiet breath left your lungs.
it wasnât noticable, but as tonowari scanned your body, curious of how your skin was comparable to midnight sky, he saw that move of your chest. at first he couldnât believe his eyes, he leaned down to your lips with his ear and then he felt it.
it was a matter of seconds, before he picked you up to rush for help.
âi need tsahik now!â he yelled to his people slowly gathering around, as he pushed through them with limp body in his arms.
much more sudden moves than waves of the water you felt for so long made you open your eyes slightly catching glimpse of turquoise skin, before darkness came back.
âtonowari, what is it?â ronal asked. she was visibly taken aback by the sudden intrusion, her first instinct to push her daughter away from it. tsireya was in the middle of receiving teachings from her mother, which were known to be a time to not interrupt them.
âa body washed up on the beach,â tonowari said, rushing them with a nod of his head to make space on the woven floor to lay your body down. âsheâs alive, but not for long, look at this ronal,â he sighed out, gesturing with his hand to the barely visible rise of your chest.
ronal leaned over your body with her face twisted in confusion. she never saw a naâvi with such colour of skin or markings so light with flowy shapes. her hand touched your forehead, covering sky blue swirl, begining on the tip of your left ear and making itâs way down your nose. tsahik closed her eyes, feeling very faint energy pulse from your core.
âtsireya, bring the koaktutral,â she ordered, sliding her hands down to your neck to feel more how the air passed through to your lungs.
she didnât dare to touch any lower, where the open wounds were so visible, possibly from ocean creatures or anything else that was in there and caught you.
âtonowari, iâve never seen anything like this,â she said, following with a finger the swirls of patterns on your face. she touched you, but her eyes were wary, like you could wake up and hurt her family in any minute. you were strange and she couldnât help but not trust your presence.
âme neither,â he agreed. you were a naâvi, it wasnât a question, long limbs, four fingers, kuru braided within your hair.
the colour of your skin could be overlooked, naâviâs came in many shades of blue and teal, ronal herself saw a tsahik of forest clan in her dreams, which was vivid blue, the darkness of your shade was the least of concerns, but those patterns⊠every naâvi had them darker, more toned and hushed colour than the rest of them. they were irregular stripes, with rough edges, sometimes blending with the skin, but yours⊠they were flowy, swirling, obvious where they were ending and where begining. they were so light, as if they were placed on you instead of bioluminescent spots every naâvi had.
shade of your hair couldnât be described, it could be white or grey, maybe bluish or lilac, it was hard to tell with all the algae stains and pieces of it tangled in.
âwhat clan is she from?â tsireya asked, putting balms she deemed as usable in this situation next to her mom along with the one she asked for.
âclean her wounds, tsireya,â her mother said, leaving the question unanswered, while she put an ointment under her nose, to make your breathing easier. âwin si.â
the girl looked to her father, who also couldnât provide her an answer, before rushing to bring wet cloth to your body.
âit was eywaâs will that brought her here, sheâll tell us when she wakes up,â he said instead.
âingyentsim,â tsireya hummed, unhappy with lack of information. if her parents, the wisest ones in their clan didnât know, it was truly only to eywa to say.
you felt gentle touch over your face, starting on the tip of your ear, leading up to the bridge of your nose, following your patterns. your eyelids were heavy, but it was the most peacefull you felt in what seemed like a lifetime. fighting with yourself, you slowly opened your eyes, hearing a gasp along with the move you made.
it took a while before you could see anything than stabbing brightness. at first you tried to raise your hand to cover yourself from the source of it, but something restrained it. your eyes started fluttering quicker, panic flashed through your brain.
âshh,â you heard above you and something finally casted a shadow over your face, letting you see something more than blinding sun. âdonât move, youâre going to hurt yourself,â the girl said, looking deeply into your eyes.
you wanted to move away, brush away that curious gaze that made you feel naked. it was like she was trying to see your soul.
âtsireya,â you heard another voice, coming from a man, which you didnât notice earlier. he was standing few steps away, leaning on the woven wall of marui pod you found yourself in.
your breath quickened, you tugged your hands up again, harder this time, but you still couldnât raise them.
âftang,â the girl, tsireya, said, trying to put her hands on your own to calm you down, but she was pulled away by the man. âaoânung!â she huffed, standing up to slap away his hand. âsheâs scared!â
âyou heard what mother said!â he said, trying to push out of the pod. âgo find her,â he ordered, but she stood still, keeping her head up. âtsireya, go,â he repeated, not taking ânoâ as an answer.
she stayed for a moment, giving him very unhappy look, disappointed even, before huffing and storming out.
you were still inside, your body slightly hurting, tied down, alone with a stranger that looked at you as if you were dangerous. he watched you carefully, trying to not linger on your face for too long.
the time spent in silence was like a torture, but somehow when he opened his mouth it was even worse.
âwhatâs your name?â he asked, keeping his eyes somewhere on your stomach, trailing the swirls of your light patterns. it was the first thing he heard, when the clan carried the news of some stranger on his grounds, that you looked differently.
you looked better than the first time he saw you few days ago, cleaner, there were less wounds on you, but still, possible days of drifting in the ocean left their mark that would be visible for much longer.
âwhat is your name?â he asked again, taking a step closer. aoânung brushed off the voice in his head that told him he was a hypocrite, after yelling at tsireya for getting close to you. their mother was the one who asked for you to be tied down and since she was tsahik, noone doubted her gut feeling that you could be trouble.
you parted your lips slightly, thinking that some kind of muscle memory would carry your name out, but nothing came from it.
he took one more step, thinking that maybe his ears just didnât catch what you said.
your heart sank. you tried to let out any sound, but the emptiness in your mind, only made you choke on breath.
what was your name?
#mistytalks hi tumblr :3 iâm so excited to post it!!! i made the graphics, i hope they look better on the phone than on the ipad where i post it lmao anyway! it will be various characters x reader, neteyam and aoânung for sure, loâak, jake⊠tonowari⊠weâll see⊠weâll seeee