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Can Only Hope

pairings: sully family x gender neutral!reader, slight spider socorro x gender neutral!sully!reader

genre: angst

word count: 3k+

warning(s): character death, mentions of death & gunshot wound

word bank: toruk makto — rider of last shadow, sa’nok — mother, sempul — father, tsmukan(s) — brother(s), tsmuke — sister, tsmuktu — sibling, ilu — aquatic animal residing in awa’atlu that it used for riding, ikran — winged animal used for flying & hunting, skxawng — idiot, & great mother / eywa — goddess deity that the na’vi believe in

note: this is my first post on here eeekkk! super excited to post this. i might start taking requests for avatar & atwow, but we’ll see! i’ve only been a reader on this app & haven’t had any motivation to write until now. i don’t know all of my way around this app regarding requests or writing formats, so if anyone has any advice to share, feel free to! it is greatly appreciated! <3 this fic is supposed to be gender neutral, so please let me know if any part of this fic does not reflect that. tuk is not mentioned in this fic & kiri is briefly mentioned. when i say you have four fingers, i mean you have a thumb & three fingers following that, just like neytiri. this is heavily inspired by @peacelovepandora ‘s account/blog. please go check them out! their work is amazing!

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Your birth was viewed as a new beginning, of sorts. The Omatikaya had gone through so much loss, so much pain in the years that the Sky People had inhabited their planet and planned to make it their own, in hopes of replacing their dying Earth with the beautiful and brutal Pandora. Many Omatikaya had lost their lives as a result of the humans greediness, leaving many orphaned and physically scarred from the destruction they caused. It was hard to see a bright future with the humans constantly taking and taking from the People and the planet they resided on. But, it seemed to get a little bit brighter once Jake Sully, the great and mighty Toruk Makto, had lead the clans to victory against the Sky People in the Great Battle. The humans had no choice but to leave the planet, finally allowing a peaceful and bright future to form itself for the Omatikaya and the rest of the Na’vi living on Pandora. Many celebrations were held in thanks to Toruk Makto’s as well as in triumph for the humans finally leaving their home after thirty years. But another one was celebrated after it was announced that Neytiri te Tsahka Mo’at’ite was with child, marking a new era for those who were succeeded after the Great Battle.  You were the new stepping stone for the bright future of the Omatikaya. An omen of good fortune to come to all of Pandora.

Being the eldest child of Toruk Makto had been difficult, especially growing up. Much was expected of you, duties upon duties being put onto your shoulders from such an early age. You had to live up to such high expectations, something that came with being the first child of Jake Sully, a once Dreamwalker, and the clans most fiercest warrior, Neytiri. Constantly training to one day stand in front of your people and be recognized not just as Toruk Makto’s kid but as their leader as well. Although you had the typical features a regular Na’vi should have, four fingers on each hand and no traces of hair on your brow bones, children are still cruel. They constantly called you names that most definitely shouldn’t be repeated, pulled on your tail and hair, spit at you, told you that you’d never be good enough to be clan leader one day, and bothered you during your trainings. You’d cry to your Sa’nok about it once you came home from training, sniffling into her neck as you repeated the awful things kids your age said to you. And even with your parents butting in and demanding the children to stop, you couldn’t help but believe the words they uttered, plagued by the possibility of them being right. So, you pushed and pushed yourself to be the best you could be. Spending whatever free time you had from archery training in your Grandmother’s tent, eager to learn what every herb did and what technique she used when applying paste onto an injured Na’vi, watching her every move. And spending whatever free time you had from that practicing your tracking skills. You did a lot to prove yourself and tried your best to look unfazed by the little amount of sleep you received daily. But as the words that you and your family had to potentially leave your home and clan, everything that you knew, spilled from your Sempul’s mouth, the only thought that came to your mind was Was it all not enough?

Adjusting to your new life at Awa’atlu was extremely difficult. You were a foreigner in a foreign place and your title meant nothing to these people. Sure you earned a little respect and street cred from being the eldest child of the Toruk Makto, but it still wasn’t enough to earn you place amongst the Metkayina. So, once again, you trained and trained until your muscles felt utterly useless from the amount you swam and your lungs felt numb from continuous breath holding. But, as every day passed and the sun rose in signal for a new start, you slowly got the grasp of the way of the water. And you actually found yourself relaxing in the oceans water as you silently floated there once you were excused from your training, a small smile on your face. It was nice to finally relax for once, the feeling a bit foreign to you. Back home, you never got a chance to relax, always busy with pleasing your parents and everyone else in the clan, leaving you without any room to simply breathe. The whole thing kind of felt like a vacation almost. No longer having this weight on your shoulders to become the next clan leader and live up to your clans expectations of you. That is, until the humans find your family in the one place you were supposed to be safe.

You grew up with the stories of the Sky People and their selfishness, how quick they were to claim something that wasn’t theirs and how quick they were to fight over it, not caring for the blood that they spilled in the process. Growing up, you’d have nightmares about the humans coming back to Pandora and slaughtering the ones you loved right in front of you, not being able to move quick enough to stop them. Your Sempul often pulled you into his arms and rocked you in comfort, trying to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you fell asleep in his hold. He’d then lay you back down in between himself and Neytiri, placing a soft kiss onto the crown of your head before quickly falling asleep as well. As you aged, they became few and far in between, dreaming of flying your beloved ikran or messing around with your youngest siblings. But once the humans returned to Pandora a year before leaving for Awa’atlu, the came back in full force. Your family were awaken many nights by your crying or screaming, rousing you from your sleep to comfort you, sobbing into their gentle hold as the dream kept repeating in your minds eye. You were terrified of having your family be taken away from you and, perhaps, that’s where your fear of disappointment came from and not the cruel children you had encountered early on in your life. You wanted to be a protector and protect the ones you loved, and protect you did.

The sting of the salt water is what drew your attention to the middle of your aching chest, looking down to witness the crimson red leak from your body and mix itself into the clear water you were submerged in. You hadn’t even realized you were shot in the process of jumping into safety, barely even processing the whizzing bullets flying passed you as you dived feet first into the water. All you were focused on was getting your little tsmukans, Neteyam and Lo’ak, to safety during their mission to rescue their human friend, Spider. Your personal safety was the last thing on your mind, demanding that your brothers and Spider go first jumping into the moon pool, shooting back at the fake Avatars. There weren’t many times where you saved your brothers asses from the things they managed to get themselves into, that job being put onto Neteyam by your parents. So, this being one of the only times that you saved both of their asses and were going to die as a result, put a gentle smile on your face. At least I would go out protecting those you cared about, you thought to yourself.

Your struggle was noticed by Neteyam, halting him in his celebrations with Lo’ak and Spider. “Are you alright, tsmuktu?” He asked, making his way towards you as he glided through the water. His eyes didn’t clock in on your hand over your chest yet, too busy watching you nearly drown as you struggled to keep your head above water. It was as if once you registered that you were shot, your body began to shut down at the realization. Your once strong legs forged by the oceans unpredictable current were now struggling to keep yourself up and lazily kicking, your left arm desperately trying to make up for your legs inability to work at the moment, making crazed movements underneath the water to stay upright. You lungs and chest also burned, not accepting any of the air you tried to suck in from above the waters surface. “I’ve been shot, skxawng,” you uttered, spitting out the water that managed to make its way into your agape mouth. Everything burned, even within the oceans cool water.

 “Fuck,” Neteyam whispered, grabbing the arm that wasn’t covering the open wound in your chest and wrapping it around his shoulder, trying not to openly sob at your cries of protest in pain. It was now Lo’ak’s turn to notice your current state. He tensed at your cry and found himself praying to the Great Mother that it wasn’t what he thought it was. Neteyam’s following statement only solidified his fear, “(Y/N)’s been shot! Help me get them up!”. Both the brothers and Spider helped you up onto the back of Lo’ak’s ilu, Neteyam settling himself behind you as Spider gripped onto the side of the ilu’s saddle. The four of you raced to the nearest piece of rock that was in direct eyesight, Lo’ak calling out to your Father once he notices him atop the rock they were aiming for. Fear had instilled itself into the younger Sully brothers, hoping that whatever was happening was not the last time you would take a breath.

“Watch their head, bro!” Lo’ak called out against the crashing waves, rocking his, and everyone’s else’s, body up against the jagged rock they were trying to hoist you up on to. You coughed up a mouthful of water in response, gasping for air once the wave that splashed you pulled back and granted you air. “What happened?” Jake hurriedly asks, pulling your body into his arms before gently setting you down onto the rough surface of the rock. He swiftly moves you to your side to assess if whether or not the bullet that pierced you also came out the other side. His heart dropped once he saw the exit wound, even more of your blood gushing out from it. Jake could only close his eyes as he gently shifted you back onto your back, dread making its way up his stomach and into his heart. Jake had witnessed a many of deaths during his time in the marines on Earth. And although he had gotten used to the feeling those deaths gave him, nothing would’ve ever prepared him for the feeling of losing one of his children before his time. Jake found himself thinking of his twin brother, Tommy, at this time, wondering if his death had been like yours, painful, or had been quick and peaceful. Jake quickly shook his head at the thoughts. This is no time to think of your late brother, Jake, he thought. Your child needs you.

 “Is-Are they going to be okay?” Spider asked, keeping his distance from Jake and the rest, guilt crawling up his chest and settling into his throat. He tried to gulp down the feeling, but that seemed to only make it worse. No one answers the human boy, too occupied with their dying loved one in front of them. You never made an effort in befriending the boy, your Mother influencing your thoughts on the boy as well as being too terrified to. If all Sky People are said to be what your Mother told you as a child, then you didn’t want to interact with one. But, as you lay dying on the small piece of rock, you couldn’t help but feel bad for not giving the kid a try. One conversation wouldn’t have hurted, right?

Neteyam had put both of his hands over the wound in your chest, as demanded by your Father, in order to slow the blood from further oozing out. “You’re gonna be okay, okay?” Neteyam comforted, although it seemed to be more directed to himself than you, “You have to be. You’re my big tsmuktu. You’re invincible.”. Neteyam’s words only caused more tears to leak out from your eyes. You hadn’t even known you were crying. Whether from the pain or the realization that you were, in fact, dying, you did not know. Neteyam always looked up to you growing up. Although you were only a year older, he still viewed you as his role model. You carried yourself with such grace and confidence, he often found himself trying to memorize your strides and how you pulled back a bow effortlessly, practicing what he could remember whenever he was alone, desperate to be just like his older sibling. As the both of you grew older and drifted apart, he still viewed you as someone to look up to and strive to be like. A much younger Neteyam also viewed you as invincible, untouchable by the bad things that lurked within the depths of the dark corners of Pandora. And now, as a teen, he still viewed you as invincible. Even as you lay bleeding out in front of him, he still thinks you are because you protected him and Lo’ak and Spider from the soldiers on the ship. You gave up your life for him, and for that, he doesn’t know what to do with it.

   “You still have to finish that bracelet for me, (Y/N),” Lo’ak sobbed out, grasping your free hand into his as he knelt in front of you, next to Neteyam. You only shakingly smiled at your brother, trying your best at squeezing his hand in response, but your fingers only gently fluttered at the attempt. You had begun to weave a bracelet for your youngest brother the night after he was abandoned at the Three Brothers, hoping to cheer him up from the hurtful words your Father spewed at him. You were never a good weaver so it took longer than expected, even with the help of your tsmuke, Kiri. Upon hearing of your struggle from the complaints of Kiri, Lo’ak felt warmed at the nice gesture you were doing. Growing up, Lo’ak always loved the things you made, even if they were a total disaster and halfway down. He still cherished them in his heart. He often found himself ‘accidentally’ breaking a bracelet he or someone else made and asking you to fix it for him or make him another one, excitedly waiting behind you as you did so, tail furiously wagging behind him in joy at his successful attempt at getting you to make him another bracelet of your creation. You pretended to not notice Lo’ak’s continuous purposeful breaking of handmade bracelets he received, happy to make him another one. It made you feel wanted and useful, especially if you had another encounter with one of the child bullies within your clan that day.

“D-Dad…” You weakly called out, turning your head and gaze towards your Father. Tears were running down his eyes as his gaze shifted back onto you, smiling down at you the best he could, putting on a front so you wouldn’t worry. “Yes, angel?” He asked, taking your right hand into his large ones, resting it against his cheek in hopes of comforting you. “I-I did it. Y-yeah? I pro-protected them, D-Daddy. I tried. R-re-really hard. I did. Got th-then t-to safety,” you responded, struggle evident in your voice as you stuttered over your words. That’s all you wanted to do back on that ship. Protect your brothers and get them to safety. You were glad to have achieved your goal, but at what cost? You were only sixteen years old and had so much ahead of you. Even before being forced to leave your home clan, you dreamt of becoming a fierce warrior and leader for your people and possibly having a family of your one day. But that all was ripped from you by a single bullet. Jake found himself cursing Eywa and all the other higher beings for taking his child’s life away far too soon to actually experience it. It wasn’t fair at all. But, nothing ever if fair is it? The Great Mother only gives and borrows energy, having the power to take it away all in one breath. And Jake is learning the hard way of what the Great Mother is truly capable of.

         “Yeah, yeah you did, angel. You protected your brothers and brought them back to me,” Jake answered, brushing some matted flyaways from your forehead, the dried up seawater making the hair cling to your skin, “I’m so proud of you.”. Upon hearing that statement, you felt contentment settle itself between your bones. You longed for those five words for years, especially if they came from your Father. It wasn’t very often that either of your parents expressed their feelings about your accomplishments to you. Sure they might’ve bragged to other clan members about how you claimed and bonded with your ikran in little than two minutes, setting a new record for young Omatikaya, and they might’ve put you on a golden pedestal to others, highlighting how nearly perfect you were at everything you did. But they never said those kinds of things to you up front. A few “Good job”’s here and there, but nothing too impactful as those five words that your Father just uttered.

         It seemed as if the constant battle your body was engaging with had came to an end, numbness spreading to your entire being as the only thing you could do was continue to breathe shallow breaths and look up at your Father. Your heart was tired of pumping blood throughout your body only to be pushed out of it. Your lungs could only take small breaths at a time, not having the energy to fully expand at your inhales. Your head began to feel fogging, all your senses dimming as you barely registered your Mothers ikran harshly landing in front of you. “What-” the question that Neytiri was going to asked for stuck in her throat as her eyes fell into the scene in front of her. Her eldest child, the light of her life, was limp and covered in blood, who she hoped wasn’t yours. “My baby,” she whispered, quickly falling onto her knees in front of you, Neteyam moving out of the way so your Mother could see you in your final moments. Flashes of her giving birth to you, feeding you from her breast for the first time, playing with you as a babe, teaching you how to walk and talk, and all your other firsts you experienced throughout your sixteen years of life on Pandora raced through her mind once she saw the bullet wound settled into the middle of your chest, draining all life from you. You had been her first child, her pride and joy, and to see you like this, pale and sticky with your own blood, made her want to trade places with you. In an alternative universe, she would’ve.

         “Oh, Great Mother, please. No!” She shrieked, grabbing onto both of your biceps, trying to hug you closer as more of your soul and life slipped away at each passing second. You wanted to comfort her, to tell her that it’ll all be alright, but you physically weren’t able to speak, too fatigued to open your mouth. So, you just laid there as your Mother brought you close to her chest, seemingly trying to share her life force with you, to spare you from the cold grasp of death. Jake could only watch as Neytiri pleaded for the Great Mother to spare you, heart strings tugging at her desperate wails. He knows that Eywa always has a plan, but does that really include taking his eldest child’s life away? He began to doubt the entity that breathed life into everything on Pandora, just like he did back on Earth with all the other ones. Would she really be that cruel?

         Lo’ak was the first to notice you completely go slack and relaxed, your eyes focused on the eclipsing sun in front of you. He didn’t want it to be true, calling out your name in hopes for your eyes to shift from the sun to him. But, it never came. Neytiri pulled you back from her chest, gently shaking you in hopes that you’d awake. But, you didn’t. Upon the realization that the eldest Sully child had finally passed and was reunited with Eywa, everyone broke. Neytiri let out multiple screams and wails, begging for you to come back. Jake had only closed his eyes once again, tears escaping from his waterline. Neteyam looked down at his blood stained hands, feeling like his palms were on fire. Even then, years after your death, Neteyam can still feel the weight of your blood on his hands and the sticky feeling it left behind, no matter how many times he scrubbed at them. Spider continued to stand in his spot, motionless. He couldn’t help but feel as if your death was his doing. Maybe if he didn’t get kidnapped by Quaritch, you’d still be alive. Maybe if he didn’t need Lo’ak’s help in rescuing him from the ship, you’d still be alive. Maybe if he was able to go into cryo and be shipped back to Earth, you’d still be alive. And Lo’ak felt his body go cold. He slumped back in the spot he was sitting in, bringing his hands up to his face as he sobbed into them. He felt as if he was at fault too. Maybe if he didn’t insist on going to get Spider, you’d be alive. Maybe if he didn’t get caught in that net, you’d still be alive. Maybe if he didn’t go to that stupid broken down lab and get held hostage by Quaritch, you’d still be here. But that’s all the Sully family can do. Think of what if’s and only pray that your soul makes a safe return into the afterlife and that you only stay blissfully ignorant to the fact that you died and are no longer living. They can only hope.

And, along with your death, the new peaceful beginning that was prophesied and hoped for at your birth, died as well.

EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED. (1)

Synopsis ! Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond. Content & warning Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. (wc; 3104)

Jake knew a saying; held onto it ever since he had resided amongst Na’vi– every person is born twice. While he believed that it meant that the second time is when you earn your place here in Pandora, Eywa had a clever way of broadening the idea. His very children were proof of it.

He thinks it’s the great mother’s way of compensation, perhaps a second chance for him to do better– to do his very best to keep them alive on behalf of those he lost. 

While Kiri was a special case enough, you too were an odd one. 

You are Tsu’tey's daughter. Turns out, he had someone in secret while he trained to become olo’eyktan– when he was supposed to take Neytiri for himself. It was taboo– absolutely wrong to become unfaithful to one’s mate. But following the carnage of the great war, when Tsu’tey had so selflessly sacrificed his life, only then did Tsi’ewa came forward; told everyone of their love and what could have been. She was a simple songstress along Ninat, but it was her round and bulging belly that caught everyone’s attention.

It caused an uproar and understandably so. After all, Neytiri had only announced her rebellion with Jake not long before, but when the people connected the dots themselves and both stories had become one, they understood that their hearts merely yearned for another and no one should have ever dictated otherwise. Arrangements had been made and condolences were exchanged— everyone can only look back and wish that things could have been different.

Jake was supposed to take you under his wing as a way of honoring him– he owed Tsu’tey his life and perhaps an apology as big as so. But after your mother had unfortunately died during your birth, he knew to himself that he had to take you in; not as a responsibility, but as his own blood and flesh. His first daughter.

You were the loudest baby, he recalled. That day, Jake had rocked your body back and forth in his arms frantically, while Mo’at and Neytiri did everything within their power to help Tsì'ewa. Your cries were ear-splitting, enough to wake the whole clan up. 

“Just what do I do with you,” He muttered under his breath, eyebrows knitted in frustration– just where do he hold you? Is he doing it right? Are you hurt? Why are you crying so loud?

“Jake, the baby!” Neytiri’s shout from inside had cut his train of loud thoughts, snapping back to your bawling. He wasn’t doing such a good job. 

“I’m trying, Neytiri– this thing won’t budge.”

Neytiri had emerged from the hut, stomping her way to Jake with a scowl. "That is not a thing, you skxawng!" she exclaimed before gently scooping you up from his arms, cooing softly to you– though it was more like mocking him instead. “Does Jake here make you cry?” She said, patting your thigh soothingly. “He’s not at all pleasant to look at, but you have to get used to it.” 

Almost in an instant, your cries had died down. You babbled along with her, like you were agreeing with her every word. He slowly pulled himself closer to Neytiri, eyes wide with curiosity as he watched your small hands playing with her long braids. “Heh, she has Tsu’tey’s eyes,” He whispers, unable to look away. 

The flap of the hut swinging open was the only thing that got their attention, momentarily away from yours as they looked at Mo’at with anticipation. With a single shake of her head, sorrow surged their hearts, eyes traveling back to your innocent ones. They mourned for you; an unknowing child should never have to carry such grief. They had to make a choice– A responsibility they weren’t expecting to have so early. 

Jake mindlessly trails his finger down your stomach, gently, like you were the most fragile thing. Your little hand wraps around it and it was like you had binded his scattered thoughts into one big understanding. 

Sully. You’re one of them now.

Jake releases a breathless chuckle as he gazes upon his lover and you with a newfound clarity, a perspective so bright it illuminated in his very eyes. Then came an idea– the desire of having children of their own. Perhaps that’s why Neteyam came after only two years. You were quite the ploy; the push they needed to start a family.

You were truly blessed– the genius of your age was undeniable, your remarkable talent soon earning you the admiration of all who had seen it. By the time you turned six, you had already mastered many of the abilities that a hunter would need– your skills with a bow were unrivaled by most of the children your age, let alone those who were much older than you. They'd marvel at your accuracy each time you took aim with an arrow. You could never miss. You had to make sure you didn’t. 

By the age of 12, you had already accompanied Jake in hunts. You had developed a knack for planning, coming up with routes and back-up plans that were often surprisingly effective. You have proved to be helpful plenty of times. You were quick, silent– full of poise. They often wondered if you were an old, seasoned soul trapped inside a little girl’s body. 

But as quickly as the spotlight had shone down on you, it left almost as soon as it had come.

(“What you did today was reckless, y/n.” Jake settles his bow on the table aggressively, emitting a sharp thud. You were just as frustrated, throwing your satchel down the floor of the hut. 

The mission had gone rather wildly, with things not going along the plan. There was another airship– one that no one was aware of. Your instincts jolted your body, immediately throwing an explosive towards it which had it blowing all over the place– its pieces crashing and causing a wildfire. 

Jake argued that there could’ve been a more safer way. One that didn’t have to risk more of our resources and supplies; one that didn’t have to injure the other warriors. Of course you knew to yourself that you did the right thing. You did what you had to do. 

 ‘You could’ve been hurt and got others killed! Just what were you thinking?” He continued to berate you. You jest that if this went on, there’d be steam visible above his already heated head. 

“I had to take a risk– not everything goes to plan and this is proof of it.” You answered back with a scowl, “If I hadn't, there would’ve been more casualties.” 

“That’s not a call for you to answer to! Jesus Christ,” Jake runs his palms down his face, grunting, before looking back at you– expression suddenly tired and soft. “Come on kid, where’s that sweetheart who always listened to what I said?” 

You had scoffed, a hurt forming on the pits of your stomach. “That sweetheart once had a place in plans before.” You said, eyes unwilling to look at him. It weighed in your heart heavily– why did people assume that you were the only one who changed? You didn’t understand. “Pretty sure the Jake before was a good listener too.” 

The wrinkle in between his eyebrows deepened in confusion, but he never was one for confrontation. With a single dismissive grunt, he turns his back against you. “I’m way past your attitude. You’re grounded. Go.”)

As you grew, the resemblance to your father became ever more apparent. Jake started noticing the many similarities between the two of you; the way you walked– how you sauntered confidently through a crowd. Your braids would move along your heavy steps (and perhaps, that’s where Neteyam got his mannerism of swaying his too.), shoulders wide and proud. You even had his signature snarl, something Tsu’tey was known for that unfortunately seemed to have been passed down to you too. 

However, it was more than how you brought yourself. You were strong-willed– stubborn. 

There was another thing about you too. You didn’t call Jake dad anymore. It hurt him– left a heavy feeling on his chest every time you regarded him so distant. It was unfair that you still called Neytiri mom, why did it have to change with him? He didn’t have the heart to address it. Couldn’t ask you what went wrong. 

Because he knows damn well why. 

Lo’ak was enough of a headache, but you were a different kind of royal pain in the ass, more like a personal problem. It was tiresome. Petty. There was not a day that you and Jake wouldn’t argue and bite each other’s ass off– and yet, there was never a day where you two would talk it out. The fights would blur itselves out and before they knew it, things would be back to normal, only for it to fall out again over something small. It was routine. The only thing normal for you both. 

He missed you– missed his baby. Just when did you grow to become so distant? When did he start to overlook you?

You’ll admit, you might have indulged in the folk’s gossip. They always had a story for everything and they have plenty about your father. Tsu’tey was a fit olo’eyktan. He had proved so in his training and determination. Of course it was a low punch in the gut when the throne had been passed to an outsider– a demon, most of all. It was unfair, he knew it wasn’t right. A washed up marine had taken something he had worked for like it was nothing. Like he was nothing. 

You pitied your father and you feared you’d be like him– like nothing. 

And history might just repeat itself. You weren’t clueless– wasn’t blind to the fact that Jake had trained your brother more. He adored him so much that the very moment he was in the right age to train, you were off to fend for yourself; trained all alone while Jake went over the routine with Neteyam like he did with you. You remembered waiting for him every afternoon because he promised that he’d make time– that time was yours and yours only. But as the light bled and neared eclipse and you were too cold to wait outside, you learned never to wait again. 

They would come home soon after– smiles on their faces and a handful of apologies for you. 

Soon enough, your suspicions proved you right as the people started to talk again; Neteyam– the golden child. He would make a good olo’eyktan. 

Perhaps that would explain the drift between you and Neteyam too. Could they blame you for it? You had lost their attention so early– while you still needed them. You weren’t their kid and you were reminded of it everyday. In times when you didn’t know if you had space in the family hammock while they sat together, telling stories under the starry sky. You pretended to have fallen asleep everytime; back against them as you listened. In times where the family was growing and growing, until the small table wasn’t big enough for everyone anymore– or in this case, for you. 

(“Come on, ma’ite, what are you doing so far from here?” Neytiri had called for you when she noticed how distant you were from everyone. You silently scooted beside her, wooden bowl in your lap. “Look, I prepared your favorite.” 

It wasn’t. You hated it. You hated the tangy taste of it so badly. But you had decided to eat what was left on the table after everyone had gotten their meals and there wasn’t usually enough for you. Neytiri thought nothing of that– didn’t think that you eating only scraps and dried fruit was because there wasn’t anything else for you to have. She simply thought that it was your favorite and had been making it for you ever since.

You didn’t have the heart to tell her. Not when she thought she had been doing well with preparing it. You kissed your teeth, smiling tightly as you lifted the food to your lips, eating silently. “Thank you, it’s good.” You muttered under your breath after.) 

But you were family; they said so themselves. When they tucked you in to sleep, when they patted your head. They were still present now, just not in the way you wanted– not in the way you longed for. It seemed like making them angry was the only way you could have their attention– particularly, your dad. You could never make Neytiri mad. She tries to understand you, she does. Explaining now just seems so.. Petty. So childish, you decided to push her away instead. 

What do you tell her? That you only let dad blow a fuse or two was because you missed him? Because you didn’t know what went wrong? 

So there goes your routine. 

“I just don’t understand why I can’t be olo’eykte.” You had brought up again, lips in a familiar snarl. “You tire me and for what? Kiri is already training to be Tsahik– just what would my place in this clan be?” 

“We are not having this conversation again, y/n. Not tonight.”

Jake had just returned from a particularly bad hunt; went home empty-handed and with a patience as thin as a strand of hair. He continued to sharpen his dagger, movements almost aggressive. Everyone immediately went out of his way, not wanting to be on the end of his temper– not you though. You could never get a hint, it seems.

“Yes, tonight! My ceremony is almost near, sir. I have been waiting.”

It wasn’t like he had a reason anyway. Jake couldn’t tell you because he had no reason as to why. Why couldn’t you be olo’eykte? You had all the skills to be one, even more so. But in the back of his mind, a thought so deep and petty that he couldn’t bear to say, tells him that the name he carried was something to gift his eldest son. Olo’eyktan was a privilege reserved for Neteyam. He never thought to have you so early– he always dreamed of having a son first. 

“Wait more.” 

“This is insane– sa’nok!” You had turned to Neytiri, eyes pleading. She quickly grasps your arm and tries to tug you back towards the exit, speaking in a soft but firm voice as she tries to soothe the tension.

“Ma’ite, why don’t we go out for a walk?” She whispers. To be frank, she was tired of this– never of you, no. But at the way things had been. Parents aren’t parents automatically just because they have had children of their own. It’s a skill they have yet to muster– to truly understand. She didn’t know where the line between you and her had blurry along the years. Didn’t know where this constant need of yours to be seen came from. 

You jerked your arm away from her, almost too harshly. It tugged on her heartstrings, not knowing what was going on with you. “I cannot wait anymore.” You said, taking two steps towards Jake with an unreadable anger– an anger he didn’t know when had stemmed from. 

“Is it because I’m not your daughter?” 

His eyes widened. A flash of vulnerability visible in his gaze, momentarily softening his glare. “You stop this right now, y/n.” He had stood up, tucking the dagger back to his loincloth. Jake’s larger frame towered over you, telling you to drop it– to leave the conversation. But you weren’t backing down. 

“I am your eldest–! You trained me earlier than Neteyam, I have been here long enough–”

“You aren’t ready!” He had shouted with the same fierceness, earning a dirty look from Neytiri.

“Why won’t you see me?” Your voice had softened, borderline begging– just a bit, but enough for his ears to flatten in response. He knew that beneath those few simple words lay many layers of underlying meaning; emotions that have yet to be spoken. 

But he turns his back against you dismissively anyway. “Neytiri, get her out of here.” 

Neytiri grabs you by the arms again, although a bit forceful now, but just enough for her to touch you– to have you in between her arms. She embraced you, like she was trying to keep the words from escalating. She feared one of you would say something out of line; something you both would regret. 

But on the brink of the tension– the severity of the situation, you had muttered. Your voice was muffled, but it was clear. The message was oh so crystal. “You took everything from my father.” 

Jake grunts, “Yeah? Well maybe your father wasn’t enough either.” 

“Jake!” Neytiri hisses and although Jake couldn’t see her, he knew very well he was getting quite the conversation with his mate too. 

It was a low blow. Unnecessary. A straight strike to the gut. It was a pain so bitter, you didn’t want it to linger any longer– you were nauseous. You wanted no more than to vomit everything that spiraled out of your stomach. 

“You want to lead so badly and you can’t even control your temper. No clan wants a hot-head for a leader.” But he kept going– relentless and cruel. “You ought to be someone else’s shadow.” 

“But I’m your daughter,” Your tone had softened, almost cracking as the lump in your throat grew. Tears blurred your vision, threatening to escape as Neytiri held you close. 

“And yet you never listen to me— because I’m not exactly your father, yeah?” With one last glance, he stepped out, passing his children who stayed just outside the door, listening. Jake opens his mouth, desperate to ease the tension– the discomfort written in their faces, but he quickly shuts it and continues to walks out. He had said enough for tonight. There was nothing saving his face from this. It was best if he left instead. 

“Oh, ma’ite.” Neytiri rocks her body along yours, drawing soothing circles on your back but the embarrassment settles in your chest– gnawing at your body. You catch a glance of the pitiful looks from your siblings as they try to enter the hut silently. 

How could you make a mess out of yourself in front of them? Why had you let this blown over?

You retracted slowly from your mother’s hold, wiping your tears before running the opposite way from where Jake had gone to. It was better if you left instead.

mauve here! finally done writing this after racking my head for weeks. wanted it to be relatable (??) as much as possible, idk why. there is just something therapeutic w writing about your past issues <3 but i hope this one's alright!!! really excited to finally post this heheh

lots of kisses!

I ! Feels like we had matching wounds, but mine's still black and bruised (and yours is perfectly fine now.)

✎ Synopsis ! You've been thrusted to carry the burden of the eldest after his passing.

Content & warning: Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. Mentions of death and violence! Purely angst, at least for this chapter. Neteyam dies in the forest (the scene were quaritch first holds everyone hostage) I will not be following his storyline, because that's for you to take 🫵🫵🫵 buckle up.

Song: The Exit, Conan Gray.

You stay with the ikrans. 

Neteyam stepped forward without hesitation, stomach in knots with anxiety. “Father, I’m a warrior. I’m supposed to fight.” 

“I need you here,” he cut through his attempt to follow, nostrils flaring and jaw locked. There was no room for negotiation with the authority that laced his tone. “I need you to listen when I say you stay here.” he jabbed his finger on his chest, sealing him stiffly on the spot. The seconds seemed to hang in the air like lead weights, and any moment lost was an opportunity for danger to strike– he could only thin his lips and sharply nod.

“I mean it, Neteyam.” 

Such a simple ask of his father could have spared him from the rage of war, but how could you not expect the eldest to fight when his very siblings were in danger? Jake should have known better than to trust the empty ‘yes sir’ off his son’s lips– a warrior born out of his own teachings. You couldn’t blame him for following suit the second his parents were out of sight and into the wild.

How did it get to this? Jake’s thoughts would drift every painful step he took further. He knew it was in Lo’ak’s nature to be so reckless, hell, he took after his father himself– but before him, Kiri, or Tuk, it was just you and Neteyam. 

He remembered feeling ecstasy tremble down his whole body when he first cradled Neteyam. The moment the olo’eyktan had presented him to the clan, carrying him for everyone to see, he couldn’t see his son himself with the unshed tears blurring his vision. A part of him was relieved that he took after his mother, thinking it would have been a handful dealing with another Jake– but perhaps it was just a ploy; a first born’s excellence that they soon yearned for another.  

Then you came, another splitting image of Neytiri. The people often mistook you and Neteyam for twins and she’d reveled in the praises you both would get. You were her first daughter— right from the ear-splitting cries you let out the moment you were out of your mother’s womb to the battle cries you had worked on earlier in years, mimicked from Neytiri herself, she always swelled in pride. Unlike the eldest’s reserved composure, you were the opposite; curious and buoyant, yet still as shy and collected. 

It was different with Jake; he was new to this— absolutely clueless and terrified. After you came, the jolt wasn’t similar to Neteyam’s;  you were also his first babygirl. He wondered if he held you correctly, if the natural strictness he had with his son was fitting for you– oh Eywa, he definitely had to relearn weaving with Neytiri. The profound hesitation when it came to you was nerve-wracking, but the way your little hand would make its way around your father’s finger every time would ease the tight crease between his eyebrows, almost like you knew his very troubles. 

You were the kindest, most sweetest child– a daddy’s girl, much to Neytiri’s complaints. 

“Neteyam, scooch!” You yelled in a whisper, trying to desperately hide yourself in thick leaves and bushes. He couldn’t stifle his little giggles either, hearts pumping wildly in anticipation of your father. “Once he comes, remember to run left, alright?” 

He nodded sharply. His face coated in mud in the guise of war paint that you drew yourself. Yours were drawn lousily, the strokes shaky and a mess. 

Fee-fi-fo-fum, he chanted thickly, growing deeper and louder every stomp! The children could see him between the gaps— hands clawed and raised, stance menacing. You can run but you can’t hide! 

Both of you shrunk in suspense, eager to best your father in playtime. 

Then it was silent. Too silent. Your ears lifted curiously, eyes scanning the area only to be greeted by your father parting the leaves and surprising you both. You squealed a run and bolted to the right. Not even a second later, you heard the own panting of your twin beside you. You stared at him incredulously, legs faltering a bit, “Neteyam, I told you to go left!”

“This is left!” 

“No, I’m right—! This is right, you skxawng!” 

Amidst your silly bickering, Jake cunningly captured Neteyam, grabbing him from the armpits and hoisting him up high into the air. You could hear your brother’s laughter growing louder as Jake blew raspberries on his stomach, pretend-eating him with loud munches– his toothless bites making the younger’s giddiness double in size. You shrieked and sprinted faster, making a beeline to a different direction. This monster’s more unmerciful than you thought! With a determined look, you stopped behind a tree. I have to save Neteyam!

“One down and another to go!” You heard your father roar again, your brother giggling as he trailed along his heavy steps. 

You threw a rock as hard as you can, shifting Jake’s attention to the noise, and before he knew it, you came running towards him, thick long vine in your hands as you lousily tied it around your father’s ankles. Neteyam shouts in victory, trying to tighten the bind. Jake could only stifle a laugh at the scene, trying not to soil the satisfaction that was evident in your smug smile. He dropped to the floor, “Oh no! You got me!”

“Toruk Makto my ass!” You got on top of him, slapping his chest down with your little hands. Jake shouts a ‘hey’ at your language, which you only sheepishly giggled in return. Neteyam parrots from behind, still holding onto his legs. 

“We’re Toruk Makto now!” 

The memory would have easily put a smile on his face– ease his heart even a little bit, but the severity of the situation pulled him back and immediately, he was back in marine-mode, hands gripping onto the gun tightly. The moment they saw distress among the group with the green gas enveloping where his children were, they made a move.

The dreamwalkers felt a searing burn in their nostrils as the dense gas engulfed the area, the pain shooting up their visions. Your captor had a vice-like grip on you, dragging your body with him as you watched the others scramble in distress. He tugged painfully on your hair, forcing you to hiss and jab your nails into any exposed skin you could claw on. A headache throbbed at the back of your skull like an incessant drumbeat; you needed to think fast. With a sprained ankle, you knew you couldn’t get far.

Before you could even muster enough breath to scream for help, an arrow hit the avatar straight in the nape and dropped to the ground dead. You limped backwards, seeking an escape route, when suddenly someone grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the rough tree bark. You body trembled, hitting whoever it was on their chest in an attempt to break free. But all efforts were futile as they held onto you tightly, shaking you vigorously.

“Sis, it’s me– you’re safe,” His hands traveled around your body to check for any serious wounds. The sound of his voice brought a sense of relief over you; your brother's caring demeanor enough to make you feel at ease and secure. Your face softens, “Are you hurt anywhere?” Neteyam anxiously asked, trying to get a hold of you.

“Ankle,” You exhaled, feeling the sharp pain shoot up again, “I sprained my ankle.” 

He looked around, making out a path to safety. When he manages to form a plan inside his mind, he carries you like a princess, arms securely around your waist and under your legs. Neteyam ran face-first into the battlefield, making sharp turns whenever necessary to evade any incoming bullets. With no bows or means of retaliation, you were both defenseless. You could only grab tighter as your heart hammered tightly on your throat.

“Na’vi!” Neteyam stops dead in his tracks, an expression akin to a deer caught in headlights. 

“Please, we just want to go home” Neteyam begged, his voice barely higher than a whisper. The light of the eclipse illuminated his features, and he instinctively pulled you closer to him as he took a few steps back. You could feel his exhaustion both physically and emotionally; a weariness that seemed so out of place on such a young soul. Everywhere around you was utter stillness- you couldn’t breathe, the tension in the air heavy and stifling.

“I’m sorry,” And before your brother could grab the dagger tucked to his loincloth, the avatar fired her gun towards you both as Neteyam thrashed in panic, throwing your beaten body to the side as he rolled off somewhere. The dreamwalker quickly towers over you and you could only close your eyes shut, waiting for cruel death. In a blink of an eye, her body drops dead and Lo’ak immediately rushes to your aid. 

Only then did you feel the searing pain in your leg, the sensation of a bullet wound as hot blood slowly oozed out. It was nauseating, the smell of iron and the redness of it. Your eyes widened in realization as you clung to your younger brother, “Neteyam! Did you find Neteyam?”

Lo'ak hurriedly hoisted you up and with sheer adrenaline, you limped to the other side, searching for your brother. Your eyes darted to his body, stiffly lying on the grass and breathing shallowly. You couldn't bear to look at the blood that stained his abdomen; it was a sight you wish to never see, ever.

“Oh, Neteyam,” You shakily put pressure on the bullet wound, only for him to violently grab both of your wrists and desperately claw at it. You could only scream aloud as the blood spilled out more and more as he writhed and struggled. “I know, I know, I know, I know– please, please just stay still.” Your words came out as a disgusting croaking slur, tears unable to keep themselves at bay. 

“__, I don’t want to die yet.” He cried out as you tried to keep your hold firm, “Father—father had asked me to stay, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stay there and wait. I.. I don’t want to see his face when he realizes I didn’t listen-- that I failed him again. __ save me, please.”

He said hurriedly, breathing heavily every word. Save Neteyam, save Neteyam.

His jaw clenched violently, spit bubbling the corners of his mouth as he grabbed onto you tightly. The noises he let out had tugged on your every heart string, snapping it over and over. He struggled in your arms, pupils blown wide and teary. “Please great mother, not my brother, not like this– Lo’ak help me!” Your head sharply turned to his unmoving figure, eyes darted to you and Neteyam. You cradled him close, not minding the crimson cot coating your own body.

You were unable to think and you had your own wounds that needed to be tended to, but you couldn’t be bothered to put him down– to accept his already fleeting breath would soon be none. You kissed his temple, rocking his body. “I’m here, I’m here Neteyam.”

“I don’t want to die,” his eyes averted to the incoming figure behind you and he drew a harsher inhale. your father had pushed you aside to aid Neteyam, immediately checking for an exit wound. He was met with a loud cry, squirming uncontrollably from Jake’s sharp movements. When he saw blood gushing out the same on the back, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he let out a sob.

Jake put pressure on it nonetheless. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“Sir, I’m sorry,” His words slurred together desperately, reducing to nothing but whimpers. Your lungs deny you of any more air as you watched him struggle— even in the brink of death, he had the need to apologize. Apologize for things that wasn’t even his fault, for things that was beyond his control. You kneeled just behind your father, gaze moving between Neteyam’s body and your bloodied palms. “I’m s-sorry, please don’t be mad.”

How he addressed Jake had only weakened his already beaten heart. “Save your breath, son, please.”

Everything seems to remain still for a minute, then came the shriek of your mother. You stayed there, almost lifeless yourself. You didn’t wanna see; didn’t wanna see how Neteyam’s body is limp under your father’s hold— how his eyes falls crestfallen and void of any emotion. Your siblings watch as Neytiri litters her first born with kisses, how she embraces every skin she can touch closer to her. “Not my son, eywa please.”

Eywa had granted him rest in its worst kind.

–

When he died, the same bullets went through you and it remained situated there, gnawing your insides and pounding it to mush, eating everything it can and rotting your entirety to an ugly void of a shell. It was getting heavier; his body soundly resting above the delicately woven cloth, carried by his mourning family. You could feel your feet sinking down the very soil you stepped on and you visibly faltered every move. 

His cold hand gripping tightly around your wrist, his blood drawn between the lines of your palms— your soul was left to relive that night in a loop, scream bellowing until nothing was let out but breathy weeps of what was left of you. 

It was bound to happen; death loomed and you dare played with it nonetheless. You should have known better than to let Lo'ak wander, let alone join him.

You stopped walking, changing everyone's solemn looks to a confused one. “Father, I can’t do it.” You whispered.

He remained tight-lipped, staring at you solidly that you could hardly decipher his expression. Jake was never one for emotions; it was as if he was programmed to tuck everything that made him feel under a gun's trigger– it was the soldier in him, finding it easier to be calm with a weapon nearby, but right now he was absolutely defenseless; stripped bare and vulnerable and he hated every moment of it; resented the fact that he failed protecting everyone, not just as clan leader, but as a father too. The latter weighed more than anything else. It dulled him to dysfunction and he could barely breathe– could barely recognize his daughter in front of him.

You took his stare differently, a cold-shoulder. Before Neytiri could approach your figure, you ran; away from the voices and guilt, away from him. Neteyam’s blood burns brightly on your very hands and you’ve swallowed down the blame, forever residing within you. 

You buried something so alive and you feared it would never let you rest.

☆ mauve here! i now introduce a new series of mine that i am so excited to work on. (i know i said i'd be inactive, but i couldn't help but finish this one draft) neteyam's dying scene is heavily inspired by the game, the last of us! this feels rushed, but i needed an opening to start the series so rest assured, there would be lengthier pieces after. criticisms are welcome. feel free to point out any mistakes. mauve out >:]

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IN EVERY UNIVERSE .

— when traveling across multiple universes, miles learns the two of you are together in every single one .

e1610! miles morales x black! fem! reader .

miles pants as he’s in a universe that looks eerily similar to his own, but he knows it’s not his due to the sound of his own voice ringing from his bedroom. miles soundly walks through the house — going unnoticed due to his invisibility — and peeks through his bedroom door to see you and miles sitting on his bed, you placing stickers on his face.

“just stay still!” you giggled, placing a heart sticker on his tip of his nose. “what are we doing this for again?” miles asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as he could but not being able to hide the amusement in his voice. “gotta take pictures of you for our scrap book, plus i can’t let these stickers go to waste.” you tell him, snapping a picture on your phone and smiling when looking at the results. “see! isn’t it cute?” you questioned your miles, a love struck look in his brown eyes.

-

the next universe was by far his favorite. miles walked around looking at the pictures that hung on the walls or were placed carefully on a table or shelf, it was pictures of you and him — about 10 years older — with two little kids, one boy one girl. miles was taken out of his train of thought when he heard the giggles of a little girl. he waited to make sure no one else was in the way and he poked his head in through the crack in the door, watching you put the little girl’s afro into two puffs held together with pink ribbons.

“is daddy gonna like my hair?” the girl asks you, looking up at you with curious eyes. “well i dunno. let’s go find out, yeah?” miles instinctively moved out of the way and watched you and the little girl walk into the room where older miles was, watching your daughter jump on the bed and ask — “do you like my hair?” just for him to respond with picking her up and telling her how much he loves it.

-

the last universe miles was able to travel to was interesting. in this universe, it was just you and him inside an assumed shared apartment. miles tip-toes down the hall to hear you laughing at something he said.

“miles, just put the mask on!” you tell him, a goofy grin on your face. “i’m trying! the wand is too small.” miles complains, struggling to get the mask on his face. “here, lemme do it.” you say, taking the wand from his hand and applying it yourself, watching miles look down at you with love. “there.” you say, proud of your work. “now, let me do your nails!” you grin, watching miles’ eyes go wide.

“like paint them?” miles asks, following you with his eyes while you walk around the bathroom and gather the clippers and clear nail polish. “kinda. it’s a clear coat and it helps with breakage and stuff.” you tell him, coaxing him to sit on the toilet seat. “it won’t show?” miles asks, sadness in his voice. “well why are you sad about it?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “i just wanna show everyone what good of a nail artist my girlfriend is.” miles says, a dopey grin on your face. “we can do blue afterwards, i promise.” you say to him, smiling right back.

-

and this universe, miles was finally home. he knocks on your door, being let in by your mom.

“what brings you over here, miles?” your mom grinned, leaning against the door. “is it okay if i stay over? mom and dad are working late and i don’t wanna be alone.” miles says, twiddling his thumbs. “of course! rio and jeff know you’re here, right?” your mom asked, letting miles in. “of course. thank you.” miles says, practically racing up the stairs and into your room.

“miles!” you exclaimed, seeing him walk into your room. “hey, y/n!” he exclaimed back, catching you with a grin when you threw yourself into a hug. “where’ve you been?” you asked, checking his face to make sure he was okay. “had to stay over at school, just some project stuff.” miles shrugged. “oh, and i brought some face masks and a new notebook!” miles says, holding up the bag excitedly. “what’s the notebook for?” you ask, flipping thought the pages.

“i thought we could take up scrapbooking.” miles grins.

-

a/n this was based off of an idea i saw on my feed and i can’t find it 😞

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SPIDER SIS !

→ READING: older sister!black!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff + the n word is said

→ A/N: not to be confused, 1610!miles will be in red and 42!miles/miles g will be in purple. also y/n will perceive to be around my age, so 17-19 years old at the time of this writing !

— being the eldest sibling/older sister is quite…chaotic. from the birth of your baby brothers to now, you’ve never known peace cause it’s always something with one of the two. miles g is arguing it’s you over the tv remote or miles is lost in his math homework

— cause of his smart mouth and pettiness, arguments with miles g would be a daily thing. from sun up to sun down this boy will find the most minuscule thing to argue with you about. one time he blamed you for missing his favorite show like it wasn’t 100% his fault….

— whenever you and miles g are arguing, miles would stay out of it and hang out with his parents. he never takes sides, since he loves you both equally, but he does try to hear both sides of the story. sometimes he’ll try to play peacemaker but it just….rarely works

— this nigga miles g is such a snitch omg. he wouldn’t snitch on miles often but you, he running to the nearest parent. majority of the time, you would have to bribe him to not saying nothing

— even through the chaos, it’s a loving essence with the two. through the fights and arguing, they both have deep love for their older sister, they wouldn’t trade you for the world. also, these two are veryyyy overprotective over you, sometimes too much

— anybody talk shit about any of you three is gonna get hit or flat out cussed out by you or miles g. especially miles g, he doesn’t play those games about his siblings and will buck at anybody, friend or foe, he don’t care

— if you have a crush on someone, please don’t tell either miles cause miles is gonna tell miles g and miles g will find their entire identity like he works for the CIA. don’t let it be a boy either cause miles g will watch that boy with daggers in his eyes

— the boys have put a lot of their trust in you! they feel like they can tell you anything and almost any secret, unless it’s too embarrassing

— when it’s not chaotic in the morales household, you guys are usually chillin in the living room either watching tv or doing your own thing. if anime is playing on the tv, all three of you subconsciously hop on the couch and watch it together

— watching anime together is one of the times you love hanging out with your brother the most. all three of you are huge anime nerds (the worst is miles g), so sitting around the couch to start a new anime or catch up on an old one is quite fun and peaceful. also, anime is a frequent conversation, a lot of debates happen and one too many spoilers from miles

— when you were younger, you used to help your mom wash the boys hair. if your dad was at work, which he more than likely was, your mom would ask to help wash and style one of the boys hair while she did the other. it was fun watching the toddler miles splashing water and throwing bath toys at each other

— miles g loves stealing your food and doesn’t give a single damn about it. if you doordash some food, don’t let miles g peep it or grab it for you cause he will steal something. you know what’s funny? he’ll steal your food and judge you for the food you bought like it was his money spent on it….

“why am I missing three tenders? there’s supposed to be eight”

“yeah n/n, that shit was dry as fuck. don’t order from that restaurant again”

“nigga- did YOU buy it?”

“I’m just sayin that I wouldn’t waste my money on no shit like that”

— all three of you have the most ridiculous nicknames for each other and it would be something that happened in y’all childhood. y’all even have code names if y’all talkin shit about each other

— the sibling group chat would go crazyyyy, but not all the time. usually it’s tiktoks, y’all talkin shit, or some fight video that happen in school. more than likely miles g was instigating the fight

— for miles + miles g 19th birthday, y’all got matching spider tattoos and miles g got a matching nose piercing with you !

— when the boys were first born, they had their ears pierced and y’all parents would try to get matching earrings for the three of you. but majority of the time it wouldn’t work cause miles g refused to wear small hoops or a pink earring, even if it was sorta boy-ish

— miles g was the first to learn cuss words in Spanish, so he would teach miles about it. miles was clueless and didn’t know about they were bad words until rio popped his hand and punished him about it. poor miles :(

— when it comes to relationships, the boys always run to you before running to your mom. they would describe the girl and ask if you know her. if not, you would find her info and become a wingman for your baby bros

⭑ another long set of hcs, sigh

⭑ was this me mostly projecting being the oldest/big sister ? maybe !

⭑ lemme know if y’all want a part 2 cause I have so much to say for big sister reader 🤭

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Psalm 100:5

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗇𝗄𝗐𝖾𝖻. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

request ! 😌

i saw something about Mrs. Morales having a picture of Miles’ girlfriend in her wallet and i think it’s literally the cutest thing ever 😭😭😭 could you write some headcannons about Mrs. Morales absolutely loving Miles’ girlfriend? for both E-1610 Miles and E-42 Miles? thank you !!!

— Mama Love

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x fem!reader, 1610!miles morales x fem!reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ tía morales really enjoys having you as her son’s girlfriend.

warnings ✧˖ ° fluff, cursing, tía morales offering to whoop miles’s ass for you.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ mi niña preciosa: my precious little girl, si la vuelves a lastimar te juro que—: if you hurt her again i swear that i’ll—, no la vuelvas a dejar plantada!: don’t you ever stand her up again, niño no hagas que te golpé: boy don’t make me whoop you.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i think i know what fic you’re talking about, but i don’t remember the author. i love tía morales, hope you enjoy!

42!miles morales

this boy does not play with his girl and mom so you better believe that he was so happy that his mom loved you so much.

at first he was worried that his mom wouldn’t accept you or get along with you because in that case he would’ve no choice but to break up with you in order to not make his mom uncomfortable.

she matters too much to him for him to just go and date someone she doesn’t approve of.

but his worries vanished the moment he saw the two of you in the kitchen after he had come from some prowler business and heard his mom talking about how beautiful you were and how you and miles complemented each other.

that was the first time you two had met and since then you were inseparable.

you were the it mom and future daughter-in-law duo.

many times you and tía morales were talking about him and she found absolutely adorable the way your eyes lid up when talking about her son

“mi niña preciosa,” she would sigh. “you and miles are made for each other.”

other times you would talk about the world of fashion and gossip about the women and men in the neighborhood.

one time tía morales argued with a woman after she had cursed at you, telling her about how she was too grown to be acting like that.

you two laughed about it later and she let you know that if you ever needed help from ladies who acted like children to just call her.

one time miles even complained about the amount of time his mother spent with his girlfriend and he got called selfish.

never complained to either of you again.

his uncle aaron once got to hear this complain and laughed at him telling him he’s a simp

miles got you and his mom matching neckless and you two absolutely loved them.

now, neither of you takes it off.

then he got jealous of that so he got you and him matching bracelets.

you have a picture of him and his mom as your homescreen and he got jealous because it used to be only him.

tía morales has you as her homescreen and everytime someone sees it she would tell them that you were her son’s girlfriend who was her niña preciosa.

you would come over even when miles was not there just to spend time with her.

she taught you how to cook many dishes puertorriqueños.

and if you didn’t speak spanish already, she would teach you many words.

would feel guilty when she said a bad word around you and you would repeat it.

“no, mi niña. don’t say that!”

miles always got an earful from his mom whenever he did something to you that she found out of line, like one time he yelled at you.

“si la vuelves a lastimar te juro que—”

yeah, he never yelled at you after that.

or like ever did anything that would hurt you.

miles might act like he didn’t like how close you and his mom were but he secretly loved that.

you and tía morales couldn’t care less if he liked your closeness or not.

1610!miles morales

now this one does love his mom but wouldn’t break up with you if you two didn’t get along.

but since day one you and tía morales got along right away.

it was like you were destined to be her daughter-in-law, like she would often say.

miles absolutely loved that and would often join both of you in your conversations and cooking lessons.

one time you were learning how to make patacón and miles was absolutely freaking out because he felt like you would get burned.

tía morales took him out of the kitchen, telling him that if he kept being in there with all that bad energy then you will end up burning yourself.

she taught you a lot of different recipes from her culture and if you are boricua then you would just make them together, since people use different seasonings for everything.

tía morales and you would walk around the neighborhood, talking about some lady from there who cheated on her husband and how he publicly humiliated her right in front of everyone.

one time miles stood you up for the fifth time and since you didn’t know he was spiderman, you just felt neglected by him for no reason.

his mom made sure to make things clear for him.

“no la vuelvas a dejar plantada!” the look she gave him was enough for him not to make his patrols around the same time as your dates.

he had to apologize with flowers and chocolates that his mom helped pick out for you, she also told him to give you some money.

after that you felt better and forgave miles, but not before thanking tía morales for talking to him.

tía morales and you went out a lot.

like going shopping,

buying ice cream,

going to restaurants where miles tagged along.

miles never felt jealousy of you spending time with his mom but he felt a little mad when he found out that he was no longer your homescreen wallpaper.

he was, but his mom was in the picture too so he got pouty.

he complained right there in front of his mom, acting like a damn child.

“niño, no hagas que te golpé.” tía morales had said, giving him a blank stare.

yeah, never complained again.

but you had to make him your perfile picture in every socia media or he will ignore you.

you made his mom your whatsapp perfile pic though, since she made you download it. (if you had it before then you just put it because you wanted to show off your bfs mother).

she had you as her homescreen and would feel so proud whenever someone called the girl in the picture gorgeous and would immediately say that it was her son’s gf.

in the end you and tía morales are besties.

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PLATONIC FICS ARE SO UNDERRATED I LOVE THEM

Ayo can I request a platonic 1610 miles x older fem reader. Like she acts like an older sister to him and she visits him in his dimension. Bonus if his parents love her.

Dynamic Duo

1610 Miles x Platonic fem! reader

Synopsis! Miles never really cared for having another sibling until he met you

MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff, just fluff.

Warnings: mentions of dead sibling, foul language

Word count: .7k

Authors comment: THIS WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER IM CRYING. Two posts about Miles in one cause why not? ENJOY <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to axeoverblade

•when you first met Miles you two clicked immediately

•He reminded you of your late little brother

•even though it made you sad at first to be around Miles cause of the nostalgia of it, you grew extremely fond of him over time and vise versa

• Bad habit of calling him youngin and he gets SO PISSED

• “what’s good youngin” “I’m not even that young shut the hell up”

• would get in trouble often with Miguel because you two “weren’t using your watches properly”

•apparently traveling dimensions to have ice cream together was against the rules

•still did it anyway

• he tells his mom about his friend “who left town” who was like his big sister and indirectly how much he admired you

•he would never ever tell a soul he looked up to you even though it was very obvious

•like bro legit mimics half the things you do unconsciously

•You notice it but don’t say anything

• you are so unconsciously over protective

• like you sometimes forget he’s a spiderman too

• he does the most stupidest things to impress you like a younger sibling does

• “Hey y/n look!” *cue Miles hanging upside down from a bridge doing stupid dangerous poses* “Miles! Get the hell down before you kill yourself” “But ’s cool right?” “…that’s besides the point”

•INSIDE JOKES!!!!

•or just those understanding looks you two give each other when you both see something stupid

• randomly pop up in his dimension to surprise him

• you two swing around the city together for the fun of it

•He rants to you constantly about his home life, finally feels safe enough to speak about everything that’s going on and how he feels to someone

•calls you when he has anxiety attacks. even though he would never outright say he’s having them, you know

• call it big sister senses

• always change the subject to something you know calms him and suddenly he’s laughing telling you about something that happened a couple of days ago when he was on duty

•Makes you happy he has an outlet he feels safe talking to because you know he can't do that with anyone else.

•HE STEALS ALL YOUR THINGS

• “yah so then-is that my jacket?” “…noooo?” “Miles I swear I'll kill you that’s like the fifth one this month”

• Always wants to be around you

•like lil bro is always just around trying to hang out with you or go on your missions when he can cause he thinks it’s cool to see you in action

• he even copies your moves for when he fights villains

• You finally met his parents

• at first they were very skeptical of you but after seeing how you two interact they grow very fond of you

•asks you to visit more often and cook for you whenever you do come

•you three talk about Miles whenever you think he’s not listening (he is) and how proud you are

•both you and his parents get on his ass about random stupid things he does

•legit tag team him all the time and there’s nothing he can do

•you visit so much you have a little bag of things in his room for when you come over

• you have your own personal relationship with his parents. They see you as one of their own and you see them like a second pair of parents

• they have their own nickname for you

• you are so close they add you to the family gc

• you and Miles bicker all the time about the stupidest things

• “shut up that’s why I’m the favorite kid” “you’re not even their kid!” “Your just proving my point further”

•you act like a real siblings. Like you would give your kidney for him but if he asks to borrow your charger? Hell nah

• overall he genuinely loves you and really appreciates you and you can say for the same for him

•will always be there for each other just like real siblings because in a way, you two are and always will be

Ember in Your Hands

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: welcome to book two! i hope you all enjoy!!

also- the ages of the kids are a little different, but neteyam is still the oldest, then kiri, lo’ak, and finally tuk. this won’t have any impact on the story tho!!

warnings: swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter One- Sing Like an Angel

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The forest has always been your mother. The forest has always taken care of you, given you what you need. It holds dangers and it holds life, it holds your heart.

It’s hard not to feel small in the majesty of it all, it’s hard to remember what hides in the forest. You know it better then anyone, and still, you like to forget. Neytiri takes you far into the forest, helps you search for items to make beads with, to add to your songcords.

Yours is mostly empty- one for your birth, for meeting Neytiri, for leaving her, meeting her again, Grace’s death- and your death. And your rebirth.

As the bones of your old body fall away and turn to dust, as you go back to the forest- your new body springs with life.

You place a hand on your stomach, barely a bump, but it’s still comforting to do it anyways. Neytiri pulls her father’s- her bow- back and then adjusts. You smile, and she shifts her stance, so you can just barely see her stomach swollen with life.

She huffs, quietly, before she relaxes the arrow and the animal lets out a shriek. She turns to you with a soft smile, and you return it.

This is life- not your human body, not before. You had to die to live, and now you really do live. You really burn.

—-

“He likes you the best,” Jake says. He acts like he’s mad, like he feels betrayed that his oldest son prefers the comfort of your arms and your voice. But, you see the smile on his face.

“No,” you murmur, taking the small wriggly baby from him. He’s so tiny, is what you keep thinking. He’s so small and perfect and yours. How can you be responsible for shaping a life like this?

Neytiri’s voice fills your home, her songcord one you know by heart. She sings it almost every night, like she’s praying, especially after Neteyam’s birth. He was already presented to the clan, held up in the air like he was the brightest fire you have ever seen.

You can tell Neteyam wants to go to sleep, but he’s simply having trouble doing so. You chuckle, and Jake places a hand on the small of your back as you go to stand.

“Careful,” he cautions, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Pregnancy is not a death sentence, Jake.”

“I know,” he huffs, standing so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. “I’m just being helpful,” he grins, placing a hand on your face. He walks past you, to your hammock, leaving you with a drowsy baby who’s starting to get fussy.

“Not helpful,” you muse, beginning to pace slowly around your home.

He throws himself onto the hammock with more force than necessary, but you can only smile. Not even Neteyam is disturbed by your mate’s usual antics.

“Sing loud,” he says. “You sing like an angel, sweetheart.” And you sing your songcord for your baby, until Neytiri comes back inside and watches as you place Neteyam in his crib.

You place your hand on your stomach, much bigger now, and feel Neytiri do the same. You are full of life and fire.

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The decision to raise Grace’s baby was an easy one. You spent almost all of your days, especially after Neteyam was born, sitting next to her body, watching her stomach grow like yours- day by day.

She was a few months farther than you, and it’s hurts to think that you could have shared this together. But you can’t, and you never will.

Kiri is the most beautiful baby you have ever seen. She looks so much like Grace, even as a baby, it sometimes hurts but you don’t let it.

Grace once told you that it never hurt to have you there, not when you were a piece of her sister.

Now, Kiri is a piece of Grace. But more than that- she is her own person. She is a bubbly baby, her eyes always open wide. She wraps her hand around Jake’s pinky finger every chance she gets, and smiles so wide you’re sure there must be some crushed up stars on her skin.

You present her to the clan, and she has her first communion with Eywa. Her eyes light up. You place a hand over your stomach and try and hold back your tears.

—-

Neteyam stares at the baby in your arms very intently. You wonder what he would say if he could talk. Would he ask where the baby came from? Why your stomach is flatter now?

You touch your fingertips to his cheek.

“This is your little brother, Neteyam. His name is Lo’ak.” You place a hand on your stomach. “He came from my tummy.”

He looks up at you with wide eyes, before he face breaks out into a soft smile.

“He is too young,” Neytiri says, bringing Neteyam closer to her.

“But he has your mind even now, no?”

“Hopefully, he doesn’t not have mine,” Jake chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, letting you lean back into his chest.

Neytiri told you that birth was hard, but seeing Lo’ak made it all worth it. You would go through that pain a million more times if it meant you could have your family safe like this.

Kiri let’s out a small cry from her blanketed spot on the floor.

Neytiri pretends to roll her eyes, but she’s smiling too hard for it to be true. Jake only laughs, and you burn harder.

—-

“You must be careful!” Neytiri shouts, watching as Lo’ak places a hand on Tuk’s head. You laugh and pull her a little closer, so his wandering hands aren’t tempted.

Neytiri grabs his arm, kissing the back of his hand.

“Be very careful, my son, very careful. Tuk is very tiny and very soft.”

Kiri runs a delicate finger over Tuk’s leg.

“She is soft!” she exclaims, and you laugh, feeling almost lightheaded from another birth. Tuk was not planned- three children were enough. And then you were sick, and a visit to the Tsahìk proved that you were full of life yet again.

“Yes,” you giggle. “She’s very soft, very tiny. One day, she will be able to play with you guys.

Lo’ak’s eyes light up, and you smile, lean forward to kiss his forehead. He scrunches his nose, mumbles that he’s too old, before leaning his head against your arm.

Kiri shuffles anxiously in Jake’s lap, before grabbing a piece of his hair leaning up to whisper in her ear. He hisses, but listens anyway.

“You’re tired, babygirl?” she nods, and then you watch her eyes look fearfully up at you.

“What’s wrong, Kiri?” you ask, shuffling Tuk in your arms.

“You- you can’t sing,” she frets, eyes traveling down to Tuk. “You always sing.”

“Yeah,” Lo’ak mumbles, and Neteyam let’s out a yawn, pawing at your leg. “You have to sing.”

Your heart still belongs to the forest, but you swear the piece of it that’s still left to you, that was waiting for something, is now fulfilled.

“Of course I will sing,” you soothe, and Jake places his hand on the back of your neck.

So, you sing, and your heart is filled with your children and your fire burns for your mates.

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— 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮

the deets — lo'ak is the black sheep in the family, clinging to honor by a precarious thread. you are the well-loved songstress in the tribe. he should resent you for being everything he's not, but his fickle heart can't bring him to do so.

the who — lo'ak x fem omatikaya!reader

the word count — 10.2k (rip yall)

the tags — (one-sided) rivals-to-lovers, angsty angsty, hurt / comfort, reader gives lo'ak a big ol smooch (perhaps more than one), lo’ak is the biggest dumbass and because of this he’s mean asf, reader has a big ol heart and just really wants lo’ak to like her, aged!up characters for maturity’s sake. 

the warnings — language, lo'ak is in luv but doesn't realize it, he's in denial that the feelings could be reciprocated, this is super dramatic so put your seat belts on!

the notes — was feeling extra sad and wanted to write something self-indulgent. this lovely anon requested something, and i used their ask as inspiration to finish this beast. fine line, bags, and love in dark are the three main songs i listened to finish this, so if you wanna be in your feels, have a listen LMAO. despite all the support, i’m still so mf nervous posting this ejsjsjdjs

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SOMETHING UGLY KINDLES IN THE PIT of Lo'ak's stomach at the mere mention of your name. It's sour on his tongue, bitter in his brain. He doesn't know when he's started to feel like this, started to feel absolutely dreadful anytime he'd hear the timbre of your voice. 

It's warm, thick like nectar and it makes him sick. 

Ever since you all were little, the elders crooned over what a great girl you were growing into; strong, intelligent, beautiful. It made him boil how much they'd sing your praises, the high esteem everyone held you in as one of the clan's most talented. 

Something dull would pick at him being compared to his older brother, but nothing burned more than being compared to you. 

Maybe it's because it's always implied whenever your names share the same sentences, that lingering implication that he could be more like you. The clan fans the flames of your mere existence while Lo'ak is snuffed out like a dying fire. 

He hates it. He hates you. 

He thinks. 

It'd be easier to, if you were awful behind the scenes. Arrogant, stuck up, but you're none of those things. You're kind, gentle, mighty when you need to be. It doesn't help that you shine like the brightest star, engulfing everyone in your light, in your warmth. 

But Lo'ak resists. He sees right through you, sees right through every saccharine smile you send him. He can see it in your eyes, how you really see him. Despite standing a full head taller than you, he sees the way you look down your nose at him. 

It grates his nerves, how disgustingly sweet you are towards him despite all attempts to rebuff you. 

Certainly doesn’t soothe his ego when you always seem to be around the bend every time he gets bitched at by the clan, eyes soft and filled with pity. To add insult to injury, you frequently tail him like a shadow after these moments when all he wants is to be alone. 

Like now, you linger. 

It's after dinner and Kiri and Spider stand before him. They come together like the three points of a triangle and you stand an awkward distance away from them. 

Kiri notices you first, her face splitting into a big smile as she waves you over. 

Lo'ak breathes a deep sigh before locking eyes with Spider who tries his best to suppress an amused grin. 

“Hi,” you chirp and Lo'ak can't help but roll his eyes. 

Spider and Kiri greet you eagerly. Lo'ak simply nods his head in acknowledgement before tightening his fist around his dagger. 

“We going or what?” he finally says. 

You perk up. 

“Where are you guys heading off to?” you ask curiously, hands clasped behind your back.

Spider opens his mouth to answer, but Lo'ak cuts him off quickly. 

“No where important,” he says, unsure if you'll blab about their whereabouts to the elders, or worse, his parents. 

You roll your lips and shift on your feet. 

“Can I come?” you ask hesitantly, eyes hopeful. 

Kiri's smile grows as she links her arm with yours. 

“No,” he says sharply. “Absolutely not.” 

Your face falls and something pulls inside his chest when you fail meet his gaze, your frown barely perceptible. 

You make a move to pull from Kiri's grasp, but her arm tightens through yours. She levels Lo'ak with a weighty glare and you fidget uncomfortably under his narrowed eyes. 

“Don't worry about it,” you say, like someone's hit a reset button. You smile that pretty smile and Lo'ak wants to scream. "It's okay, I think Rutan needs help with clean up." 

You slip from Kiri's grasp and the three watch you walk off. 

“Do you always have to be such a bitch?” Spider scoffs a disbelieving laugh. 

“She's just gonna tag along so she can snitch,” Lo'ak grumbles. 

“Oh c'mon,” Kiri argues. “________ just wants friends.”

Lo'ak sneers. 

“I don't want to be friends with her,” he says firmly, knuckles white around the handle of his knife.

“Weirdo,” Spider mumbles. “She’s cute. Think she likes you.”

Lo'ak's spine stiffens.

“It's an act” Lo'ak grumbles. “She just wants to look good in front of the elders to keep up whatever nice girl show she's putting on.” 

Kiri rolls her eyes hard. 

There are moments when Lo'ak thinks he's being harsh, but he can't help himself. It's like he loses all semblance of a filter when it comes to you. 

“Hi, Lo'ak,” you greet him sweetly, lowering yourself onto the fallen log he's perched on, fashioning arrows to practice with later on in the evening with Neteyam. 

He shifts away from you, putting the distance of two bodies between the two of you as he pauses his task at hand. 

“Hi,” he says flatly. 

“Can I help?” you ask tentatively, fingers twitching towards one of the untouched sticks in a pile next to his feet. 

His kicks them closer to himself, out of your reach before leveling you with a sharp glare. 

“No thanks,” he says quickly and you recoil slowly, letting out a shaky laugh before fixing that stupid smile on your pretty face. 

“Oh, sorry,” you apologize, straightening in your seat. 

A silence so uncomfortably palpable settles over the two of you as you shift so that your knees are turned towards him. 

His throat bobs when his gaze travels from your little toes all the way up to your inquisitive gaze, golden and searching. It makes something unruly settle in his gut and he turns his attention back to carving his arrows. 

“Do you need something?” he breaks the silence finally. “I'm kinda busy.”

You bite your lip before scooting a little closer to Lo'ak's hunched figure. 

“My birthday's coming up,” you start. 

“I'm aware,” Lo'ak almost scoffs. 

It's all the clan has been able to talk about for the past few days. How they'd be able to prepare for the golden girl's next birth cycle and what they'd be able to do to make you smile the brightest. 

“Your birthday is a week before,” you state and his head whips towards you. 

“How do you know that?” he asks sharply, accusation heavy in his gruff tone. 

You flinch and he falters for a moment before your smile simply widens. 

“We grew up together, Lo'ak,” you say and the way his name sounds from your mouth sounds absolutely heavenly. “You're my friend.”

Friend. 

He scowls at the term.

“We're not friends,” he bites back. 

If the statement bothers you, you don't show it, simply tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before putting on a brave face. 

“I want to celebrate with you,” you say shyly. 

“Hard pass,” he says too quickly, gathering his sticks and fashioned arrows under his grasp. 

He leaves you in the clearing on your own.

You must be fucking with him. You have to be. It'd be the only explanation for why Jake pulls him aside a few nights later and tells him that you've requested to work with him and Neteyam during archery practice. 

“No,” he says stiffly, shaking his head. 

His dad levels him with a hard glare and Lo'ak sighs deeply. 

“She's a nuisance, Dad,” he argues. “Me and Neteyam are making good progress with our training and we'll have to start at square one if she joins.”

“Lo'ak, this isn't an ask,” Jake says sternly. 

“But, Dad!”

“Lo'ak.”

Lo'ak huffs, snatching his bow and quiver angrily before storming off. 

“You're doing great,” Neteyam says to you once the three of you have convened in the training circle. 

The three arrows you've shot have all landed within centimeters of the mark and to say that Neteyam is impressed is an understatement. Lo'ak, on the other hand, fumes not-so-silently as he tears his arrows from his target. 

Yet again, you have another person wrapped around your finger and it makes his blood simmer as he assumes his position at the marker and loads his arrow. It splinters through the air and hits the target right on the bullseye. The arrow punctures through the hide and lodges its way into the wood from the sheer force of Lo’ak’s shot. 

You start at him moon-eyed, lush lips breaking into a full smile. 

“Perfect shot,” you observe. “That was awesome.” 

Lo’ak scans your features hesitantly before his gaze flits to his older brother, waiting for any acknowledgment that he’d done a great job, but Neteyam is taking notes on the arrows still stuck in the fabric of your own target. 

His heart sinks. 

“Fuck this,” Lo’ak grumbles, bundling all of his belongings.

He stalks through the clearing, past his brother, to leave you two. 

He doesn’t know what fuels the fire more, the fact that Neteyam didn’t even bat an eye at the feat they’d been practicing for for the past three weeks because he was too immersed in you, or the fact that you bore witness to his first clean shot and gave him that sickeningly sweet smile that made his stomach turn. 

“Where are you going?” Neteyam sighs. 

“Somewhere you two aren’t,” he grumbles under his breath, ducking through the brush of the lofty forest. 

You lick your lips, locking eyes with Neteyam as you give him a bashful grin and slowly break away to follow Lo’ak’s path. 

He isn’t far ahead as you push through the vines and low-hanging leaves, the path lined with large plants and the spindly roots of the looming trees. The grass is plush between your toes as you scamper to follow Lo’ak from a distance, watching as his lithe body climbs through the dense flora. 

“Why are you following me?” he calls after a few dozen paces, stopping in the middle of the path to whirl on his heel. 

His golden eyes are syrupy, warm despite the edge, and you can’t help but flash him your pearly whites in a genuine smile that takes up your dimpled cheeks. 

“Why’d you run off?” you ask him. “You were doing so well!” 

His chest rises and falls with a scoff. 

“You can give it a rest, you know?” Lo’ak says flatly, fist so tight around his bow he feels like he’ll crush the wood. 

Your expression morphs, eyebrows furrowing in a way that makes Lo’ak throat bob, something pinching behind his ribcage. 

“What?” you ask, frown marring your pretty face. 

“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you can stop acting like you wanna be friends with me,” Lo’ak says matter-of-factly. 

“You are my friend,” you protest quietly. 

Lo’ak rolls his eyes. 

“Dude, whatever,” he mutters, turning his back on you. 

“Is it so wrong?” you murmur and he stops in his tracks, refusing to meet your gaze. “To be friends?” 

Friends. 

That stupid fucking word again.

Lo’ak bites his tongue and stalks off, leaving you on the path. 

Neteyam rips him a new one when he sees him at dinner later that night. Lo’ak hangs his head as Neteyam digs in.

“Is it so hard to be nice?” Neteyam asks, hand squeezing his shoulder as they stand a handful of meters away from the main circle. 

As his eyes wander, he notices you sitting with his sister, head thrown back in laughter that glitters and wafts with the rising smoke of the fire. He swallows turning his attention back to his older brother. 

“Just don’t like her,” he admits. “I want her to leave me alone.” 

“You don’t like her or you like her too much?” Neteyam asks, brow bone raised. 

Lo’ak’s face scrunches.

“Ew, no,” he blurts. “Why would I—”

“________ just wants to fit in,” he sighs. “She has trouble making friends.” 

“Yeah, I wonder why,” Lo’ak mocks. “I don’t know why Kiri and Spider are always up her ass, she’s—”

“Lo’ak,” Neteyam warns. 

“Dude, everyone is always ________ this, _________ that! I don’t understand what’s so great about her—”

A throat clears and the brothers both turn their attention to the newcomer. Lo’ak could groan in frustration seeing that you’ve abandoned your seat and now stand nearby with two wooden plates. 

“They’re going to start cleaning up soon,” you say hesitantly. “Wanted to bring you some.” 

Neteyam takes it graciously from you, nodding his head in thanks while Lo’ak stares down at the plate you’d arranged for him, abundant in vegetables and thick cuts of meat. 

“No thanks,” he says flatly.

You try to coax him. 

“C’mon Lo’ak, you say gently. “I know you haven’t eaten yet.” 

“No thanks,” he repeats stonily, holding his hand up. 

You offer up the plate again. 

“Lo’ak–“ 

“I said no thank you,” he grunts, annoyed. 

He’d only meant to push it back towards you, but one second it’s in your hands, the next you’re wearing dinner, the plate clattering onto the ground. 

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam scolds. 

“Shit, I didn’t–”

“It’s fine,” you breathe an airy laugh and Lo’ak freezes when he hears your breath hitch. “It was an accident.” 

“Oh, ________…” Neteyam sighs, but you’re picking up the plate and scurrying off, ignoring the nearby snickering. 

“Whatever you got going on, you need to cool it,” Jake scolds him in the family tent after dinner that night. “________ is a good girl, she’s trying to find her place. Can’t really do that if you’re gonna be a jerk to her all the time.” 

Lo’ak resists the urge to roll his eyes because, yet again, someone is sticking up for you, admonishing him about how he could be nicer, how he could take you under his wing, how he–

“What about me?” Lo’ak argues. “I tell her to leave me alone all the time, but she doesn’t listen. Why do I have to be nice to someone who doesn’t respect–”

“Cut the bullshit,” Jake thunders. “You haven’t even tried being her friend.” 

“Why should I?” Lo’ak counters. 

“Because maybe you two are more alike than you’d care to learn,” Jake says knowingly. “Now go apologize.” 

“Dad!” 

“Go, Lo’ak.” 

Lo’ak sucks in a deep breath before squeezing his eyes shut and blowing out through his nose. 

“Fine, fine, whatever,” he grumbles, ducking from the tent into the humid night air. 

He starts into the jungle, fingers brushing over the leaves and petals of the plants and flowers. He takes the moment to regulate his pounding heart in his chest before trying to wrack his brain for any words that he could scrounge into a believable apology. 

When he crosses the glowing waters of a skinny brook, something rustles nearby and his hand is on the hilt of his dagger in the blink of an eye. 

He turns to face the noise, knife drawn, but then you emerge and his body relaxes a fraction. 

“Fuck, ________, you scared me,” he sighs in relief. 

You fidget and swallow down the lump in your throat. 

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly. 

A brief silence dawns the two of you and Lo’ak notes that you’ve cleaned up from the evening meal’s debacle, now wearing a longer loincloth threaded with round pearlescent beads that refract the luminescence of the surrounding forest. 

Your grasp tightens around a leather bound journal and for a moment, he wonders what you could be writing about. 

When you follow his gaze, you shyly tuck the journal behind your back and give him an uneasy smile. 

“I wanted to–”

“I came to–”

Your words clash and you breathe a little laugh through your nose as you gaze at him with brilliant eyes. You start closing the distance and Lo’ak’s hands grow clammy. 

“You first,” you offer. 

Whatever threads of an apology he’d crafted in the moments prior have evaporated now that you stand before him, absolutely glowing. 

“Lo’ak?” Your head tilts and his cheeks warm. 

“Sorry,” he says hoarsely. “For what happened at dinner.” 

You shake your head quickly. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” you assure him, reaching out to touch him. 

He recoils, clearing his throat as he retreats to put an ample amount of distance between the two of you. 

You eye the berth and something shutters across your face as you rock back on your heels and flash him another uneasy smile. 

You haven’t even tried being her friend, his dad’s words echo like a call in the night. Maybe you two are more alike that you care to learn. 

Were you? You and Lo’ak were as different as they come, you molded by the love and adoration of the clan, him built up by the lessons and lectures he received from his parents and Neteyam. 

“Where are you going?” you ask, blowing by the previous conversation. 

He shrugs. 

“Dunno,” he admits. “I was looking for you.” 

The way you freeze is almost covert, your lips rolling as you try to hide the smile threatening to split your face. 

“Oh,” you hum. “Wanna go for a walk?” 

No, he wants to say. He absolutely does not want to spend anymore time with you than he has to. Likes to believe that he wouldn’t even bat an eye if he were to never see you again, but you’re looking at him expectantly and his dad’s words are like a mantra in his head, so he agrees begrudgingly. 

It’s awkward at first, silent except for the natural soundtrack of the vicarious jungle. But like you do so well, you break the silence and Lo’ak has to resist rolling his eyes for the third time that night. 

“What are your favorite colors?” you ask suddenly. 

“I dunno, green?” he offers. 

“Are you sure?” you laugh quietly. 

Lo’ak thinks a moment before nodding his head. 

“Yeah, green,” he finalizes. “And blue.” 

He barely notices that you’d fallen behind, and when he turns to look over his shoulder, he sees that you’re scratching something into your little journal. 

“And your favorite fruit?” you press, nose still between the pages. 

Lo’ak breathes out a laugh and your head shoots up. 

“What? You gonna send this list to the lab?” Lo’ak asks.

You give him a shy smile, shifting on your feet. 

“No,” you say softly, then whisper to yourself, “just compiling a list to win your heart.” 

Lo’ak barely hears you, ears twitching as his eyes narrow in confusion. 

“What?” he asks. 

You snap your notebook shut, shaking your head quickly as you pad through the grass to catch up to him. 

“Nothing.” 

Something ripples in the fabric after that night, you and Neteyam both notice when Lo’ak enters the training clearing the next afternoon and greets you with a nod instead of flat out ignoring your presence like he had the last training session. 

And you think that the moment is fleeting, a one off, but as the days progress, you realize that maybe Lo’ak is finally softening around you. 

He stays for entire lessons, the most minute of smiles twitching at his lips whenever you compliment his shots. He waits near the edge for you as you pack up your things, and while the walk back to the village is a quiet one, you bask in his company, triumphant when he doesn’t run off. 

And while your evening walks are few and far between, you savor the moments he affords you, wedging yourself between him the crumbling walls of his facade. 

Tonight is one of those moments, sitting on adjacent branches overlooking the lively forest, when Lo’ak lets you peek farther into his life than he’d originally intended. 

“He never understands,” he sighs, popping a few berries from his satchel past his lips. 

Tonight’s topic is his father and you listen intently, eyes fixed on the way he reclines on the branch and looks up at the stars. 

“I try hard, you know? To make everyone proud, but all they see is my failure,” he says, obviously annoyed. “No matter what I do, it’s not good enough.” 

“You do great things, Lo’ak,” you say quietly, the first words you’ve said all night. 

And like your voice is a reminder, Lo’ak’s spine goes rigid, throat bobbing as he realizes that he may have said too much to you. He’s getting too comfortable and you’re all the willing to absorb every insecurity and every worry he has. 

But something about quiet moments like these makes him loose-lipped, eyes fluttering to where you’ve got your notebook balanced in the seam of your thighs, scrawling something on the pages as you eat your own berries. 

The words are leaving him before he can stop them. 

“Easy for you to say,” he murmurs. “You’re perfect.” 

The laugh that escapes you startles him and a few of the berries he was about to devour slips from his fingers and plunk down the leaves.

“I’m not perfect,” you assure him. 

“Only someone who’s perfect would say that,” Lo’ak grumbles, peering over the edge of the branches to spot his fallen fruit. “The whole village loves you, everyone’s always so ready to bat for you.” 

You look down at the pages of your journal with a sad smile. 

“It’s a lot of pressure,” you admit quietly. “Everyone’s watching your every move, waiting for you to mess up.” 

Lo’ak shifts uncomfortably.

You continue. 

“And most of the villagers our age don’t like me,” you say, thumbing one of the pages. “They say I kiss ass, that I’m always trying to keep a leg up.” 

Lo’ak winces, knowing that he’s the source of at least one of those sentiments. 

“The elders think you’re honorable,” Lo’ak argues gently. “You’re talented, you have something to offer the people.” 

“Honor means nothing if you’re bound by it,” you say finally, closing the cover to your journal. “If anything, I want to be more like you.” 

“Like me?” Lo’ak asks incredulously, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

You nod, smiling at him. 

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I think you’re brave, fearless. And even if you care what people think, you do what you want.”

Lo’ak is quiet, taken aback by your confession.

Before he can respond, you’re gathering your things, bidding him a warm farewell as you begin climbing down the tree to disappear into the night. 

After that night, you think that maybe you’re just imagining things, that you’re reading too much into the fact that Lo’ak has begun to finally act like you exist, but then Kiri says something and the hope sends your heart soaring. 

“Seems like he finally got his head out of his ass,” she says a few mornings later as you two stand near a shallow stream, eyes peeled for any fish you two could bring back to the village. 

“Think so?” you ask nervously, arrow trapping the flailing fish to the pebbles of the stream’s bed. 

Kiri shrugs. 

“He actually pays you mind now,” Kiri observes. “That’s a step up for sure. I think you just need to spend more time with him.” 

You smile, splashing through shallow waters to capture the fish and add it to the growing pile in the basket between you and the middle Sully. 

“Yeah?” you wonder

So you test the theory, basket filled with various peeled fruits and a little container of nectar you squeezed from the petals of a flower. 

It doesn’t take long to hunt him down. When you enter the training circle, he’s packing up his things, quiver strapped to his back and bow in his fist. 

Before you make yourself known, he’s turning on his heel to face you, eyes wild as he swallows down the lump in his throat. 

He’d be the last to admit that the last night you two spent together was branded in his brain, that his mouth had dried up so much so he felt his tongue could crack.

There were so many implications in your words and it horrified him, scared him so much that he knew he couldn’t let you that close again. 

But now you stand before him, pretty as can be, hopeful even, and he’s at a war with himself, absolutely caught between resenting you for being everything he’s not and giving into the draw. 

“Hi,” you greet, basket heavy in your hands. 

You look more radiant than usual, skirt brushing the forest floor, the woven vine of your top banded to expose your midriff. 

“Hey,” he replies hesitantly. 

“Where you going?” you ask curiously.

His throat bobs as he gestures behind him. 

“Hunting,” is all he says.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” you ask eagerly.

He doesn’t. He shouldn’t. Because things are shifting and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to stomach the change. If he’ll be able to admit to himself that you’re wearing him thin, that you make him feel things he’s never felt before and that it makes him feel like he has no control. 

Because when it boils down to it, you make him lose control, make him lose his filter, and make him feel every emotion twice as hard. 

“No,” he says.

And in that moment, you feel like you’re back at square one, watching as his eyes turn stony and his jaw sets firmly. 

“You shouldn’t go hunting on your own,” you say softly. “Will someone be with you?” 

“It’s fine,” he argues. “I’m fine.” 

“I can go with you!” you offer. “I thought maybe we could sit by the stream and talk, but we can go hunting instead. We can–” 

“No,” he says again, pinning you with eyes so lethal, it makes you wonder if you really had imagined the moments you shared with him, if you had imagined Kiri telling you that she saw it too. 

You try again anyways. 

“It’ll be good practice and–”

“I said no, ________,” he barks. “You’re dead weight and I want to be alone.” 

Your lips seal and you bite the inside of your cheek. 

Lo’ak could nearly scream in frustration when he notices the way your shoulders sag and it makes something in his heart cinch. 

“Okay,” you agree, nodding quickly. “Be safe and–”

The words die on your tongue when you notice the look of annoyance on Lo’ak’s face. 

Lo’ak is in deep shit, you come to find out hours later. 

You sit outside of the training circle, knowing that Lo’ak will return down the path after his hunting trip. What you don’t expect, however, is Jake and Neytiri emerging with the entire line of Sully kids and Spider.

Jake grips the back of Lo’ak’s neck tightly as they march past wandering eyes, straight to the family tent. You don’t miss his wounds though, varying in depth, some bleeding, some sore. 

You’re hot on their heels, standing right outside of the entrance as Jake tears into the middle Sully. 

“Time and time again, I have to get on your ass for doing the complete opposite of what I ask you to do!” Jake’s voice is thunderous inside the tent. “Do you not realize that you not only risked your life but your sisters’ too?”

There’s a beat of silence before Jake continues, obviously pacing from the way his volume fluctuates. 

“And what were you thinking bringing Tuk? She’s nine, Lo’ak!” he shouts, the anger and the hurt evident in his tone. 

“I’m sorry,” Lo’ak mumbles. 

“Yeah, I bet you are!” Jake scolds. “I don’t ask for much. All I want is for you stay in line. Just stay out of trouble and work hard on your training. I paired you with ________ and Neteyam in hopes that maybe you’ll tighten up and be more like them, but you’re always disappointing me.” 

You frown. 

Whatever Lo’ak had done probably didn’t warrant such deep admonishment and something tugs especially hard at your heartstrings knowing that all he wants to do is make his dad proud. 

“You’re surrounded by good influences, but you always have to go against the grain, Lo’ak,” Jake says, the edge in his tone softening. “I’m getting tired of the bullshit, son. You need to clean up your act. Hear me?” 

“Yes sir,” Lo’ak says quietly, voice almost a whisper behind the hide of the tent. 

“Now go get yourself cleaned up,” Jake huffs. 

Your spine is straightening when you hear foot steps closing in, holding your breath as the flap to the tent billows open and Lo’ak is emerging.

His eyes flit to yours and his expression sours further. 

“Lo’ak,” you murmur, reaching out to him. 

He’s shrugging you away, wincing when a wound on his shoulder stretches especially taut. 

“You’re hurt,” you say quietly. “I’ll–”

“Leave me alone,” he says, eerily level. 

“But you’re–”

“I said leave me alone, ________,” he warns, pushing past you in what should be the pursuit of his grandmother’s quarters.

Instead he’s making a beeline for the jungle. 

You’d seen the look in his eye before he stonewalled you, seen the hurt and heaviness that most people didn’t seem to notice because he was always so adventurous and carefree. 

You follow after him. 

“Lo’ak, you know he’s only worried for you,” you try to reason gently, fingers reaching for his own as you duck under massive leaves and fluttering insects. 

He whirls to face you, swatting your hand away. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he bites. “You don’t know anything.” 

You swallow, holding your hand to your chest as you watch him lay down every brick to wall himself off. 

He hates it. He hates how you look at him, how you seem to pity the life he has to live. It makes him sick, thinking that you two have it the same. He’d rather be hated for being great than hated for being a let down. It’s insulting, how you think you know how it feels. 

“Let’s go back. I’ll wrap your wounds and–”

“Of course, clan’s golden girl is gonna patch me up and make it all better, huh?” he seethes facetiously. “Just fuck off!” 

You flinch, blinking at the boy you holds so much rage in front of you. 

“I know you’re hurting, but you don’t have to be mean,” you whisper, taking in a shuddering breath to will yourself not to cry. 

“Mean? Mean?” Lo’ak bristles. “I’ve tried telling you to lay off nicely, tried telling you to just leave me alone, but you don’t listen. You just pry and overstep and you make every little thing about you! Oh, it’s so much pressure, villagers our age hate me, of course they would! You already have everything and just have to go rub salt in the wound!” 

You shrink, eyes welling as your lip trembles. 

“Lo’ak, stop,” you whimper. 

“We’re not friends, ________.We never were and we never will because I don’t like you,” he spits. “Now please, for the love of god, will you just leave me alone!” 

The forest is silent save for Lo’ak’s ragged breathing, fists clenched as he glares down at you. 

“I-” Your breath hitches and you choke out an apology. “I’m sorry.” 

Lo’ak’s heart softens a fraction as you take a step back, turning quickly on your heel. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you rasp, tripping over your own feet as you stumble into a run, putting as much space as you can between you and the middle child who stands in the middle of the forest, unable to wrangle every harsh word he’d said to force back down his throat. 

You dropped your journal. 

Lo’ak is sure you’re looking for it, know that you’ve always got your nose stuck in it. You had dropped it running off and now he has its leather bound in his hands. 

It’s been a couple of nights since the faithful evening he’d blown his top and he’d only seen whispers of you. It was so unlike you to disappear, to not be entertaining the masses as they fell to your feet. 

He’d cooled off significantly, and when he replayed the conversation in his head, he winced, body folding in on itself as he realizes how harsh he’d been. 

“Are you actually thinking thoughts?” Spider claps him on the shoulder, startling him so badly he drops the journal. 

It lands spine down, the pages fluttering open. 

He chances a peek before Spider is rounding his lithe figure to pick up the notebook. All he makes out is a rough sketch. 

“You write?” Spider asks, intrigued. 

“No, it’s ________’s,” Lo’ak answers. 

“Oh, your little girlfriend’s?” 

Lo’ak gives the human a cross look, snatching the book from his grasp as he stands up.

“Trouble in paradise?” Spider pries, scurrying to keep up with Lo’ak’s long strides. 

A beat of silence before Lo’ak finally answers. 

“Made her cry,” he mumbles, embarrassed. 

Spider winces behind him. 

“You serious?” 

Lo’ak sighs. 

“Yes, dude, fuck,” he breathes, hand coming to the back of his neck. “I don’t know what came over me. Dad was ripping me a new one and Neteyam already chewed me out before they got there and she was being annoying, so I just…” 

“Bro,” Spider scoffs in disbelief, scratching the back of his head. “You’re a real dickhead sometimes.” 

Lo’ak’s eyes wander as he shifts uncomfortably, feeling incredibly small as his friend glares up at him. 

“I mean, I told her I wanted to be left alone!” Lo’ak tries to defend weakly. “I- I didn’t mean to.” 

“She likes you a lot, dude,” Spider reiterates. “She just wants you to like her back.” 

Despite the glaring signs, Lo’ak has trouble believing that your feelings for him far surpass charity work. They couldn’t, it was impossible. Because at the end of the day, you’re you and he’s…him. 

He opens his mouth to say something, but Spider beats him to it.

“Did you at least apologize?” 

Lo’ak squirms.

“Dude!” 

“Look, I know, I know,” he tries to assuage the situation. 

“________ is literally the sweetest girl in the entire clan you just–“ 

“I get it, bro, I get it!” Lo’ak huffs. 

“Get your head out of your ass,” Spider says. “She might not stick around long enough for you to realize.” 

“Realize what?” Lo’ak snaps. 

“Are you really gonna play stupid right now?” 

He blinks at the human. 

“You like ________,” Spider says matter-of-factly. “You always have, ever since we were kids.” 

“Oh, piss off,” Lo’ak grumbles.

“Dude, you’re literally my best friend, but I sometimes I wanna shove my foot so far up your–”

“I do not like ________,” Lo’ak says sharply. 

“Everyone sees it but you, dipshit,” Spider scoffs. “You like her, but you’re scared. She’s perfect and she intimidates you. Think she’s gonna see you for what you really are and turn her back on you like everyone else does when you fuck up, but she’s not like that, Lo’ak. She’s been there whether you like it or not. But she might not always.” 

Lo’ak swallows down the knot in his throat, fingers tightening around the notebook. 

“Everything clicking?” Spider asks knowingly. 

Lo’ak throws him a final narrowed glare before stalking off. 

It’s Lo’ak’s birthday and just like every orbit, he spends it alone in the forest.

At first, he’d been burdened with the weight of hurting your feelings, but now his conversation with Spider weighs heavy on him as he climbs dirt walkways and flowered paths. 

It doesn’t help that your notebook weighs heavy in his satchel, a silent reminder that he still has a piece of you while you cling to his peace of mind. 

I think you’re brave, fearless. They’re the words you uttered to him that fateful night you turned the reality of you two on its axis. 

As he splices all the moments you two shared like a reel, he realizes that it’s endless. That you’re always there, you’d always been there, like a layer of impenetrable atmosphere surrounding him. 

He really should apologize, he knows this much, but you’ve disappeared like a wisp of smoke. Training sessions have returned to a sibling affair and he’s too prideful to ask about you. 

It’s almost eclipse when he begins making his way back for the evening meal, knowing that a scolding will await if he arrives even a minute late. 

After what had happened with you, he was lying low, trying to diminish his blip from the radar.

As he closes in on the village’s main circle, he notes that it’s quiet. A little too quiet. It puts him on edge, makes him draw his bow and feel around for an arrow in his quiver. 

A few more paces and he’s broken into the clearing, a few stragglers milling about. Another half a dozen steps and it’s like the forest melts into a celebration, whorls of blue pouring into the circle as villagers begin trilling. 

Lo’ak is hoisted into the air as the dying fire in the center of the camp begins to slowly roar. 

“Happy birthday, baby bro!” Neteyam caws loudly as they begin jostling him into the air, chanting and dancing as the dense crowd of clanspeople celebrate him.

It’s like time slows as he peers from side to side eagerly, seeing the way Spider, Kiri and Tuk dance happily among his people. Jake and Neytiri stand near the fire, smiles wide when they see the look of awe on their middle son’s face. 

When he’s finally set on his feet, he wobbles, childlike as he turns, taking in the glowing streamers that crisscross between the tents. Flowers of green and blue thread through the vines, gleaming like lamplight as the forest buzzes around them. 

“Wha– What is all this?” Lo’ak croaks in disbelief, eyes flitting wildly as he notices Norm and Max standing next to a table they’d hauled from the pod to the circle, piled high with meats and vegetables wrapped in leaves. 

A platter of yovo fruits, his favorite, are at the center, surrounded by a painted sign with his name and the handprints of dozens of villagers on it. 

“You survived another orbit!” Neteyam laughs heartily, head-locking the younger boy before roughly digging his knuckles into the top of his head. 

A laugh bubbles from Lo’ak’s lips, swatting his brother away as villagers and clan members he’d grown up with approach him one by one to greet him. 

As the night progresses, he doesn’t even realize he’s searching until your mother approaches and his spine goes rigid, cheeks warming under her piercing gaze. 

“From my ________,” she says, setting a pouch into his palms. “She toiled over these for many eclipses. Please take care.” 

Lo’ak’s nod is delayed as his satchel shifts on his shoulders, a dull reminder that your journal still remains with him, begging to be read. 

“Where– Where is she?” he asks suddenly, feeling your absence all the more now that your gift sits in the palm of his hand. 

“My daughter does not feel well,” your mother says simply. “She wished to be excused from the festivities.” 

His chest feels hollow, stomach tight as his cheeks burn. You’d mentioned this to him, all those days ago in the training circle, about wanting to celebrate with him. 

His eyes flit to the flowers looped through the vines, the mountain of yovo fruits, the gift in his hands. He doesn’t want to be presumptuous. Doesn’t want to fuel the tiniest ember of hope in chest, but he can’t help it. 

He can’t help but read into it, into the implications of this celebration you’d planned all for him, into every word you uttered to him in the quiet of the forest’s chirping. 

It’s all it takes for him to lock himself in his own head. The feast melts into the background, dull, as his eyes cut the crowd for you. 

You have to be here, gotta be hanging around the outskirts silently. The idea taunts him, makes his gut twist hard as images of you dancing in the circle, singing to him, celebrating him, loving him—

Lo’ak freezes, blinking incredulously at the thought that’d just crossed his brain. It makes him queasy, makes the regret and the guilt gnaw at every nerve ending as your crying face flashes like an unwanted slideshow in his brain. 

It’s all he can think about as the festivities die, as villagers begin turning in the for the night and he helps his family clean up the aftermath of another orbit finally finished. 

Spider helps Tuk and Neteyam near the fire, and as Lo’ak moves through the motions like he’s caught in a tide, Kiri watches, knowing all too well what consumes her brother’s mind. 

It isn’t until Lo’ak is shrouded by the stillness of the early morning, his family tucked in their tent, bodies and limbs splayed as they sleep together, that he sits in a swinging hammock, your journal and the pouch in his lap. 

It feels wrong, the way he thumbs the cover, working up the courage to turn it open. But Ewya, fate, would have never left it in his wake if it wasn’t meant to be read.

As his finger ghosts the etchings of the front cover, worn and loved by you, something tickles his leg as he admires the leather. He blinks in disbelief when he sees a singular woodsprite resting against his thigh. 

Before he loses his nerve, he’s opening the pages with bated breath. 

Recipes, nature notes, short thoughts fill the sheets and Lo’ak feels like he’s reading into your brain, seeing all the little things no one bothers to know. 

he is like the sun,

shines so bright,

but burns the closer you get. 

Lo’ak’s pointer finger glosses over the ink, over your curly handwriting. 

he is so incredible, but he doesn’t even know it. i want to shout it to every creature in the forest, every tree and every flower. oh, how i wish to be as fearless as him. 

His chest heaves as the words blur. 

Fearless. 

Fearless. 

Fearless. 

In this moment, he feels everything but. He feels like a coward. 

He continues to flip, throat lodged as he sees drawings, both rough sketches and full renderings. He hadn’t even known that you liked to draw, yet here he was, observing his home through your artistic eye. 

Flowers, leaves, trees, creatures, insects, fruits mar the stained papers, etched like it’d been caught in real time. 

likes green and blue. 

likes yovo fruits. 

The entry from the day you’d first walked with him through the forest. 

When he turns the page, his breath hitches. 

In full color, you’d captured his bullseye from your first training session. His back taut from the release, expression shaded stoic. He looked mighty, like the strongest warrior, and it was all through your eyes. 

Lo’ak doesn’t even realize he’s crying until the bullseye in the illustration bleeds from a fallen tear. Another one drips from his chin, then another. 

The next page is the night you two had poured your hearts out to each other. Again, in full color, he’s watching the stars. You don’t leave out the glow of the freckles that smatter his face and body, don’t miss the smile that plays at his lips as he quietly points out that his dad had come from a star. 

He flips again and different iterations and designs for what seems like jewelry litters the pages, shaded with different colors of blue and green, marked with varying notes, x’s marking through ideas you didn’t like. 

Lo’ak remembers the pouch, sitting untouched in his lap, and his shaky fingers undo the ties. He shakes the contents on the flat of the notebook and the most intricate beadwork fits into the crease. 

His eyes widen as he picks up the necklace in a trembling hand, the eclipsing sun catching the etching in the flat stones. 

Four five-fingered hands and four four-fingered ones, each separated by jewels scavenged and cleaned from the bed of the glowing river. 

A small scroll flutters from the pouch and Lo’ak chokes back as sob as he unrolls the hide. 

Happy Birthday, Lo’ak. I am always grateful to know someone like you. May your next orbit be filled with endless blessings from Ewya and may you see yourself how I see you. 

You see him, he realizes. You’re his supporter, a silent force that consumes every insecurity and swallows every doubt. You believe in him more than he believes in himself. 

He stands from the hammock and runs. 

You’re sitting in the same tree the two of you had rested in the night you’d confided in Lo’ak, watching as the sun eclipses and begins to light up the sparkling forest.

Something rustles and you sit up, hand on the hilt of your dagger as you search the area for movement.

As your eyes lock on the source, you almost wish it had been a beast coming to devour you whole. But as Lo’ak climbs the branches of the tree quickly, you feel the dread begin to solidify in your veins. 

You take your satchel, hanging from a nearby branch and sling it over your shoulder, pulling your shawl over your head to prepare for your escape. 

“________, wait,” he chokes breathlessly. “Please.” 

You feel like crying all over again, feel so unbelievably stupid thinking that Lo’ak would ever see you the way that you see him. 

You pause a beat as he settles on the branch across from yours, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. 

Something glints in the sun and your eyes widen when you see that Lo’ak has fastened the necklace you made him around his neck, right above the the leather chain that holds his beloved claw charm. 

“You’re wearing it,” you whisper, lips twitching into a frown as you try your best to keep your tears at bay. 

“I’m sorry, ________,” Lo’ak apologizes hoarsely. “Fuck, you don’t understand how sorry I am.” 

The tears well on their own. 

We’re not friends. We never were and we never will. 

The words haunt you like a broken record and you shake your head, moving from your perch to move down the branches. 

“Wait, wait,” Lo’ak pleads. “Please don’t go, I–”

“I hate you,” you whisper. “I hate you, Lo’ak.” 

He freezes, watching as you balance on a branch below. 

“I tried so hard to be your friend,” you whimper, angrily wiping away your tears. “You’re amazing. You’re strong, and you’re fearless, and you are everything I want to be, but you’re heartless.” 

Lo’ak lets out a shuddering breath, a chill running down his spine as you look up at him like he’d smashed every star in the sky. 

“I wanted to be with you, you know?” you let out a watery laugh. “I hoped that maybe if I stuck it out, you’d see how much I cared, how badly I wanted to be with you, even if it was from a distance.” 

“I do, _________, I do!” he argues. 

He hadn’t always, but he sees it now. He sees you. 

You shake your head again.

“You don’t,” you sigh, voice trembling. “It’s my fault anyways. You were right. You told me to leave you alone and I was being too much.” 

“Stop–”

“Let this be the last time,” you assure him. “Let’s just– Let’s pretend we never met.”

“No, _________. Wait!” 

You’re climbing down the tree and disappearing into the brush and, like a fleck of ash, you’re disintegrating into nothingness. 

Most people think he’s being moody, that he’s just been scolded by his father or older brother, but Neytiri knows better. 

She sees the way her son has changed over the course of the past few weeks. She knows there is a great burden that he carries, but much like her beloved and her eldest, he suffers in silence. 

“Maitan,” she says quietly, brushing a braid from his face as he folds the leaves around a chunk of steaming meat. 

Lo’ak pauses almost imperceptibly, but continues his task. 

It isn’t like him to stay home and work with Neytiri. If anything, he’d be the first one out of the tent, Tuk, Spider, and Kiri tailing after him as they galavant through the endless forest. 

“Something weighs heavy in your heart,” she tries again, hand coming over his. 

Lo’ak stops and leans back, unable to meet his mother’s searching gaze. 

“I hurt someone,” he says quietly. 

Neytiri stiffens.

“What?” 

“I hurt someone I care about,” Lo’ak admits. You’d called him fearless, strong. He needed to live by your word. “I hurt her and I don’t know how to fix it.” 

“Oh, Lo’ak,” she murmurs, squeezing his hand gently. 

Her face has softened as she takes in his stony expression. 

“My son, some things cannot be fixed,” she says honestly. “But all things require great effort. Sometimes those efforts will fall through, but that is the natural order of life.” 

Lo’ak swallows. 

“Whoever this special person is, if you have hurt her, she deserves the full effort of your heart, no?” 

You do, he knows you do. You deserve every last effort. But a niggling streak of insecurity tells him that you don’t deserve someone like him. You don’t deserve someone who takes your affections for granted. You deserve someone who will love you with every breath, who will love you fearlessly. 

“I really messed things up, Mom,” Lo’ak says quietly. “I don’t…” 

Neytiri’s hand comes to Lo’ak chest. 

“The night I first met your father, Ewya gave me sign,” she says. “He has a pure, strong heart. You do too.” 

Lo’ak swallows. 

“Be brave, Maitan,” she says. “Sometimes that is enough.” 

Lo’ak’s fingers hurt from picking berries.

His cuticles bleed, pricked by the thorns of the fruit’s bush. Kiri hums beside him, weaving a little bag out of ropes of thin vines. 

“You’re not gonna help me?” he whines. 

“Why should I help you with your mess?” 

You look beautiful under the glow of the evening meal’s crackling fire. It’s the first time you’ve emerged since before Lo’ak’s birthday feast and you’re being flocked by elders and villagers, wishing you well and asking about your supposed ailment. 

He sits across the fire, fists tight as he searches for a lull in the crowd. 

Spider snickers next to him, devouring the contents of his plate like he’s starved, watching Lo’ak’s useless pining like a show. 

Be brave. 

He’s standing to his feet before he can back out, crossing the circle to approach you. The villagers watch like they know something he doesn’t and the nerves are eating away at him as he steps into your space. 

You look up from your conversation with a girl your age, the smile slipping from your lips. 

“Can we talk?” Lo’ak asks, eyes wandering to watch the way everyone watches him. 

You remain jaded.

“Now’s not a good time,” you say quietly and a few onlookers snicker in the background. “________,” Lo’ak tries again. 

You stare up at him, the shadow of the fire dancing over your features as you seemingly look right through him. It’s humiliating, the way you remain seated and watch him fidget, but he figures he deserves the cold shoulder after months, years of casting you to the side. 

“Let’s go?” you ask the girl, nodding your head over your shoulder. 

The girl chances a glance between you and Lo’ak, noticing the telltale sign of your work etched into the stones of the choker he hadn’t taken off since his birthday. 

She gives him a sympathetic smile as she follows after you. 

He’s going to have to try a lot harder than he has, he realizes as your birthday looms right around the corner. The next eclipse, in fact. 

He’s losing hope, losing courage, but he can’t give up on you two just yet. 

He makes sure the berries he picked the days prior are packed tightly in his bag, the lid to the nectar fastened, and his present wrapped nicely. 

It’s his last hope, his last shot to make things right. 

Spider, Tuk, and Neytiri surround him, Neteyam and Jake off on a hunt. 

They’d all been privy to the fact, aiding him in his endeavors as he organized his final grapple with your heart. 

“Kiri said she’ll bring her right before eclipse,” Spider says, peeking from the flap of the tent. “That’s in, like, minutes.” 

Lo’ak is nervous. Doesn’t know what he’ll do if he loses you for good, but he knows he has to give it his best effort. It’s the least you deserve. 

Be brave. Sometimes that is enough. 

Lo’ak glances at his mom and she gives him a warm smile, ruffling his braids. 

“You are the son of Toruk Makto,” she assures him, pinching his cheek. “There is nothing you cannot do.” 

The words are carved into his brain as he rushes through the forest, the the stream that the curls and bends through the forest. It glows beautifully at night and that is his final push. 

“Wait, give me like three seconds, I left something.” Kiri’s voice is muffled behind the trees. 

“Huh?” Lo’ak sees the way your head tilts through an opening in the foliage. 

“I’ll only be a second!” 

“Wait, Kiri!” 

Kiri is running straight for him, comes barreling through the bushes, and continues down the path. 

“Good luck, egghead!”

Lo’ak takes in a final breath to quell the tremor in his hands before ducking through the bushes to reveal himself. 

You’re sitting on the embankment, on a woven mat that Kiri had laid out for you two, decorative vines edging the seams. 

“Oh, you were–”

You peer over your shoulder and your expression falls. 

“Lo’ak…” 

“Happy birthday, ________,” he breathes. 

You don’t look amused, slinging your bag over you shoulder as you rise to your feet. 

“Kiri and I are hanging out,” you tell him. 

He scratches the back of his head. 

“I…I had Kiri bring you here because I knew that you wouldn’t come with me if I asked,” he admits. “And of course, I don’t blame you, but I– I just really need to talk to you.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, unable to look him in his eyes as he draws nearer. 

“Just give me some time, please,” he pleads. 

You finally meet his gaze, searching his eyes as he looks down at you earnestly. 

You give him the tiniest nod, reluctantly shedding your satchel to reassume your seat on the mat. 

The waters rush gently, like a song as Lo’ak lowers himself next to you.

His palms are clammy as he fidgets in his seat, the scent of herbs and flowers wafting from your dewy skin. He can’t bring himself to look at you, afraid that every sentiment he’d crafted in the hours of the night will escape him, so he watches the bubbling of the stream. 

“Well?” you whisper, like you don’t want to shatter the fragile sheath of peace that layers you. 

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I know I’ve said it already, but I really am, ________.” 

“I know,” you murmur and his gaze flits to yours. “Even if you don’t act like it, you have a good heart, Lo’ak. You feel everything, even the things you don’t want to.” 

He swallows.

“I didn’t mean it,” he says carefully. “I was mad and I took it out on you. That wasn’t fair.” 

You sit silently, knees hugged to your chest. Your cheek rests against your knee, watching Lo’ak with seeing eyes. It makes him trip over his words. 

“My whole life, I’ve always been compared to Neteyam,” he says. “The entire village would whisper about me and how I was nothing like the mighty warrior.” 

When he glances at you, he notices your fingers twitch, like you want to reach out to him. 

He squashes his fears and turns to face you, five-fingered hand coming up to thread with your four. You watch the union, uncertainty obvious in the way you tense, but Lo’ak squeezes. 

“And then when we started growing up, you were just another person I had to live up to,” Lo’ak whispers. “You’re perfect, ________. You’re kind, and you’re smart, talented. You’re everything I’m not and it made me hate you.” 

You shrink, but Lo’ak pulls you towards him, hand coming up to brush your cheek. 

“But you’re all of that and more,” he continues, the words gushing like a river. “You’re always there, you support me and you defend me and see things I don’t.” 

You become shy under his gaze because for the first time, he’s seeing you. He’s seeing you for every single thing you’ve been to him and it makes your stomach knot. 

“I have something to tell you,” he says. “Please don’t be mad at me.” 

Your gaze is soft, palm still in his as he turns and reaches into the bag he discarded next to him. Your eyes widen when he produces your notebook, edges curled the slightest as he hands it to you. 

“My journal,” you say, taking it from him quickly. “I’ve been looking for this. Why- Why do you have it?” 

He looks guilty, lips rolling as he avoids your gaze. 

“Did you…” 

“I wasn’t going to,” he admits. “But there were woodsprites and I knew it was a s–”

“Lo’ak this is private,” you murmur incredulously. “Why would you read this?” 

“How long, ________?” he asks quietly, grip on your hand tightening. 

“Lo’ak, don’t–”

“How long?” he presses desperately. 

Your eyes are watering, like that wicked night all over again and Lo’ak begs Eywa for the final push. 

“Since we were ten,” you whisper brokenly. “It was my first performance and it was so stupid, but I was throwing up because I was nervous and you talked me through it.” 

Lo’ak is stunned, the memory like the faintest of outlines. 

“We didn’t even know each other that well,” you hiccup. “But you patted me on the back and you gave me this–”

You pull your fingers from his grasp and flip the journal to the last page, revealing a hidden pocket. Your nimble fingers pull a tattered string, the remnants of a vine, threaded with wilted flower petals, preserved from being pressed inside your notebook.

“You said that they made you make it during lessons,” you say, breath hitching. “That it’d be my good luck.” 

He’d forgotten all about the memory completely, too caught up in driving whatever wedge he could between you two, building up walls to seal you out. 

“And you kept it this whole time?” he asks, face scrunched in disbelief. 

“I’d hold on to anything you give me,” you admit in defeat. “Heartbreak included.” 

He lets out a shaky breath. 

“________, I’m so sorry,” he repeats, hand coming up to your neck. “You have to know that. I’m really fucking stupid, but if you give us a shot, I won’t mess it up.” 

Your hand comes up to his wrist, crumpling as you bow your head. 

“Don’t do this to me,” you beg, moving to break away from him. 

“Please.” 

His hold tightens, other hand twining with yours. 

“If I…if I give myself to you, I’m giving you everything,” you say hesitantly. “If you break this, you break me. I don’t think I can come back from this.” 

Lo’ak presses his forehead to yours, breath warm against your lips as he searches your gaze for any semblance of hope. 

“This is me being fearless, ________,” he whispers. 

You melt, pressing your lips to his tentatively. He’s frozen for the shortest of moments before relenting, pushing up onto his knees to deepen the kiss. 

He’s cradling your face and your hands are wandering and Lo’ak can’t help but think he could get used to loving you. 

To being loved by you. 

BONUS

“I was gonna give it to you on your birthday,” Lo’ak says sheepishly a few nights later under the stars. “But, you know…” 

Your usual place among the branches of the looming trees have a lot of memories both bitter and sweet, but you suppose you could make new ones. 

“You don’t have to give me anything,” you say sweetly, tail swishing to wrap around his ankle. “You’re all I need.” 

Lo’ak doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to your saccharine words if the pounding in his chest is anything to go by. 

His hands are shaky as he pushes the hide towards you, a bow made of vine tied neatly around the gift. 

“Wanted to,” he says simply, moving the hair from you face to see your reaction better. “Open it.” 

You’re gentle with the present, like you are with most things, but eager to see what he’d gotten you. 

A tiny gasp falls from your lips when you finally see it, wide eyes meeting his as you free the jars of paints he’d mashed up, the brushes he fashioned, and the brand new journal he bound himself. 

“Lo’ak, wow…” 

“So you can paint me more,” he says, then adds timidly. “Or maybe us. Maybe you could paint us.” 

an — holy shit guys, this was such a big project for me because i really wanted to dive into so many different things in this fic. to everyone who was waiting patiently, thank you sososo much. as usual, i took a lot of creative liberties with this one, but i hope you guys enjoyed nonetheless! although requests are paused for me to catch up, like always, if you wanna chat with me about literally anything, my askbox is open. lots of love hehehe :) xx

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Deja Vu | Lo’ak

[lo’ak x omaticaya! reader]

sypnosis: jake and neytiri can’t help but have deja vu as they watch you and lo’ak from afar.

a/n: just something short while i find the motivation to write something :,) also, decided to try a new font size. i don't know i kinda like it, kinda don't. i don't know, but hope you enjoy reading!

neytiri held a fond smile on her face as stood at the entrance of the sully tent, gazing at you and lo’ak. her eyes softened as you slapped lo’ak in the arm while also snapping at his bad posture as he drew his bow. the woman laughed quietly to herself, not at all noticing her mate coming to stand beside her.

“what’s got you in a good mood, my love?” jake questioned with a smile that mirrored his wife’s.

“just look at them,” neytiri breathed out, titling her head at the sight of you teaching lo’ak how to use his bow. “don’t they remind you-“

“of us?” jake chuckled, wrapping his buff arm around neytiri’s waist to pull her into his side. she nodded against his chest.

“(y/n) would be a perfect mate for lo’ak, hm?” she asked her husband and received a low chuckle from him. she tilted her head up with a serious expression, which caught jake by surprise. his wife was being wholeheartedly serious about the matter.

“(y/n) is really skilled in archery and even more talented with a knife. she is strong in mind and body. lo’ak would do good having a girl like her by his side, especially since he takes after his knuckleheaded father.” neytiri vouched for you, furrowing her eyes up at jake who winced at the last part of her speech.

“if you say so, yawn.” jake shrugged, before placing a kiss on neytiri’s forehead. “but they are just friends. what if they don’t want to be together?”

“ma jake,” neytiri deadpanned, pushing him away a bit. “you are a man with no awareness for love at all. look closer.” jake followed her eyes to you and lo’ak once more.

“you skxawng,” you bursted into fits of giggle as you pointed at his arrow that completely missed the target. “i told you to straighten up your back before you release the arrow!”

lo’ak’s face winced at your laughter and he brought his arm up to scratch his head in frustration. you shook your head as you continued to laugh, even bending over to soothe the quiver in your body.

when your best friend had asked you to teach him archery, you figured he would have some talent with a bow. it wasn’t until you seen his posture that you began to realize that he was not at all skilled. you felt bad for him. that is why you decided to help him, knowing that his first attempt at his rite of passage had ended up in failure.

“come, let’s try again.” you finally wheezed out after calming down a bit. you noticed that his eyes had narrowed down at you. “what? it was funny. seriously, let’s try again.”

“so you can make fun of me?” lo’ak snapped and you huffed, grabbing another arrow from his quiver and shoving it before him. “i can’t do this, (y/n). i can’t hold a bow or a knife like neteyam or my dad. no, i can’t even hold a candle to them.”

“lo’ak!” you exclaimed, slapping him in the arm with a firm frown. “of course you can’t. you’re not them. you are lo’ak te suli tsyeyk’itan, second born son of the toruk makto. it’s in your blood.”

lo’ak looked uncertain, shifting his eyes from you and the target a few feet away. your words held encouragement in them, but he still couldn’t believe that he’d be able to come close to his father or his brother. you watched as he sat on the nearest rock with a gloomy expression and slouched shoulders.

“i can’t, (y/n). you’ve heard what the villlagers said about me.” lo’ak mumbled with a heavy sigh that followed afterwards. you stared down at him with a frown.

what you saw in him was not the same thing that everyone else did. yes, maybe the villagers are right. lo’ak was reckless, different from his other siblings that were held to high standards. others constantly talked down on the poor boy, saying that lo’ak would never reach their standard. it had gotten worse after his failed attempt at his right of passage. it saddened you as lo’ak cried silently by himself with you by his side. you only wished that he could see himself the way you did.

you saw his recklessness as bravery sometimes. he’d put his life on the line for you. just like the time lo’ak stepped in between you and a viperwolf with no plan. just pure instinct to protect. you admired him for it. his sense to stand up for what was right stood out to you from that very moment. it was also in that very moment that you concluded that you were head over heels for your best friend.

“lo’ak,” you took a seat beside him and lo’ak slowly looked up into your eyes. “you are more than what they say you are.” you placed a hand on loak’s shoulder, squeezing his flesh gently to comfort him.

“you may not be as skilled as your father or your brother, but you are you and that is enough. you have a strong heart. you just have to find it in yourself to ignore what they say about you and prove them wrong. i know you can do it.”

“but-“ lo’ak was about to shoot you down, but you gripped his shoulder once more and stared him down with a hesitant look on your face.

“but nothing,” you snapped. “i see you.”

lo’ak’s lips parted in shock at your words. his eyes searched your face, noting the way they started to glimmer as your eyes were firm. your words were strong and stable. no doubt in your tone that he could be a strong warrior.

had you always been this beautiful? he thought as he only stared down at you with an unreadable expression. at this moment, lo’ak finally realized that you were no longer the girl that he had grown up with all these years. he was finally looking at you in a different light.

your once choppy hair now flowed down your back gracefully, your flesh had filled out into luscious curves, and your head had finally grown into your ears. all these years, lo’ak never noticed the growing changes that had taken over your appearance. as lo’ak peered down at your plump lips pursed into a frown and glaring eyes casted up at him, lo’ak was hit with an epiphany.

you were a woman.

a strong woman at that. you had grown to not only be beautiful on the outside, but in the inside as well. your joyous laughter when he made stupid jokes, your cheesy smile when you looked at him, or your hands that were always soft and gentle against his skin. how had he not noticed this before?

“lo’ak, are you listening?” you questioned with a raised brow. he hadn’t said anything in a minute, which made you worry a bit. was he still doubting his worth?

“no! i-i mean y-yeah, i was listening.” lo’ak’s words were jumbled up now as he snapped out of his thoughts of you. you rolled your eyes playfully, before standing up and holding out the arrow in your hand once more.

“come on, let’s try again.”

lo’ak complied with a nod, getting up off the rock and resuming his lessons. he drew the bow back and pierced his eyes into the makeshift target a few feet away. you came up beside him, drawing closer to him to fix his arm placement. you didn’t notice his shocked expression as your forehead brushed against his cheek. you positioned his arm firmly, before wrapping your other arm around his back and reminding him to straightened up with a soft pat. then, you removed your hand from his back to firmly hold up his other arm. your touch sent a shock wave through lo’ak’s body and you were too concentrated on the target to noticed his joyful, swaying tail behind him.

“whenever you’re ready.” you said titling your head up to look at him.

lo’ak watched as your eyes widened in surprise, just now realizing the close proximity. your face was inches away from his and your lips parted as you glanced down at his own lips. you shook your head and quickly pulled away from him. you nervously brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, hoping that lo’ak didn’t see your moment of weakness.

you gestured your head to the target and lo’ak resumed his position, drawing his bow back and releasing his arrow with confidence. you both watched anxiously as the arrow shot out toward the target. your eyes widened and your mouth shot open at the results. lo’ak had managed to hit the target. no, he had hit a bullseye!

“(y/n), i did it!” lo’ak exclaimed, dropping his bow in shock and your face lit up at his cheerfulness. before you knew it, you had ran up to him and engulfed him into a hug. lo’ak staggered back a bit, arms wide as he had no clue what to do. his heartbeat was fast, eyes trying to focus on anything but the way your warm embrace made him weak in the knees. after a moment of hesitation, lo’ak gathered the courage to circle his arms around your lower back. it was weak hold, but he couldn’t help it.

“i knew you could do it!” you snapped your head up to meet his eye. “lo’ak, the mighty warrior!” your teasing tone made lo’ak roll his eyes, but nonetheless, he had finally managed to make his first bullseye under your guidance.

“thanks, (y/n).” he muttered loud enough for you to hear and you silently gasped as he drew your body closer into his chest. “for believing in me when no else does.” you were silent for a minute, trying to soothe the fast beating of your heart. you tucked your face into his broad chest, smiling a bit to yourself.

“of course, lo’ak.”

unbeknownst to you, neytiri and jake stood beside each other and their eyes were set on you both. jake’s eyes softened in realization and he glanced down at his wife, who held a ‘i told you so’ expression on her face. jake knew that she was right. maybe this friendship you both had was only temporary. from what he had seen, the possibility of you both being a mated pair was close to being a hundred percent.

“well, you might be right after all.” jake cleared his throat. of course he didn’t want neytiri to see the embarrassment that he was feeling at the moment.

“oh, ma jake, how you managed to woo me is beyond me.” neytiri slapped jake in the stomach, before leaning her head back on his chest to watch you and her youngest son stand in an embrace.

“they will make a fine pair.”

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Family Dynamics

=Neytiri=

Neytiri bonds with you on a level Kiri does not. You are exactly like your mother. Fierce and strong. Kiri had never shown much interest in what her mother does. You on the other hand were often stuck to your mother's side.

The villager would often smile as they saw you walk past trailing behind your mother holding firmly onto her tail so as not to fall behind. 

She hated to admit it but in your younger years, you were definitely your mother's favorite. You were a calm baby. Easy to handle. And with Lo’ak fussing all the time she was glad for that.

She taught you how to braid your hair.

She also likes braiding your hair while she tells you the story of how she met your father for the millionth time.

She's a firm parent but she is always understanding. 

When you were a baby she would simply hold you singing you a lullaby as you played with her braids.

She taught you how to use a bow and ride a direhorse. (since you learned both rather quickly she would mutter under her breath that you didn't get those skills from your father)

She doesn't have a nickname for you, your name is filled with more love and meaning than any other word to her. 

=Jake=

Jake has always had a soft spot for his girls. You were no different.

He takes on the real american dad stance with his girls. When it comes to his girls he views all opposite sex as a threat. 

Whenever he looked after all four of you, Kiri and you were always in a sling on his chest while the boys were on his back.

He always had to run after you, always had to search for you when you wandered off to go exploring. 

Due to this you spent most of your time in his arms. 

When you were fussy the only time that would calm you down was being laid on his chest.

When you were older he taught you all his military fighting experience he had. His reasoning when asked why he was doing this by your mother was “so she can beat the shit out of anyone she wants,”

He sees Tom and himself in you and Lo’ak. Lo’ak being his reckless self and you being responsible and smart like Tom.

He calls you nosy nelly teasingly and sweetheart affectionately.

=Mo’at=

She see’s alot of her eldest daughter in you.

She was the proudest of you when you decided to become a storyteller. A great honor among your tribe.

While your spiritual connection with Eywa was nothing like Kiri, she could sense that your understanding was on a deeper and more silent level. 

You understood things quickly, meaning she couldn't fish out enough information to keep up with your consumption. 

Since you were always getting hurt she would see you in the healer's hut at least once a week. 

She would scold you slightly but always with a smile.

She loved how your eyes shone in wonder when she told you a new story.

She loves how you appreciate the small things in life. 

She would often say you were an old energy. A soul that had been returned to Eywa many times.

You were also the only grandchild that asked to meet her mate. Something that made her favor you slightly more than your siblings. (she loves you all equally though)

She affectionately calls you “My little wise one,”

=Neteyam=

You were his first little sister. Kiri was only a month younger than him so she wasn't that much younger. 

When Lo’ak and Kiri would argue you both would give each other raised eyebrows. 

You never fought. The closest thing to a fight you two had was when he accidentally hissed at you after you accidentally stepped on his tail. You cried which in turn made him cry. You both cried most of that day. (granted you were only four and five at the time)

Then Lo’ak teased the both of you because of it. Then you and Neteyam vowed to only ever cry in front of each other. A silly promise made by kids that carried on when you grew up. 

Neteyam only ever cried in front of you. You understood him in a way nobody else could.

Mo’at would often joke that you and Neteyam were supposed to be twins.

Neteyam trusts you unconditionally. 

You both took up the role of looking after your siblings, Neteyam physically and you emotionally. 

You both would often be dragged into Lo’aks stupid decisions.

He only even voiced his worry and burdens to you. Because you knew when to listen and went to speak. 

You both showed your weakest selves to each other.

He affectionately called you “Little sister,”

=Kiri=

You two were very close. 

You were the first one to find out about her gift. You were the first person she told. 

She loved how in awe you were of her gift. You would constantly ask questions and she was more than happy to tell you everything about it. You kept her secret for seven years.

In her moody teenage years she was happy to have you around. Because you knew when to talk and when she simply wanted someone to be there for her if she needed. 

When she was mad you would walk up to her and sit down resting your back against hers as you occupied your hands with a task. You would hum a song and it would calm her down immensely. 

Whenever you found her staring at her hand’s wondering why she was different you would take her hands and pull her away to distract her.

Kiri loved how you understood her, even without words. 

When she was with you she wasn't such a moody teenager. 

There was a time where Kiri struggled with the fact that she wasn't a real child of Neytiri and jake. All her worries were washed away by you and a simple sentence. You said “Family isn’t blood. It's the love we have for one another,” You were seven when you said that but it has stuck with her, her whole life.

You would cheer her up by bringing her favorite food.

She teasingly calls you "Nerd", affectionately she calls you “little nin”

=Lo'ak=

As twins you two had an unspoken bond.

You could always tell each other's emotions.

You had twin telepathy to a certain extent. You could understand the direction of the other’s train of thought. 

Yet you butted heads with Lo’ak the most out of all your siblings. Yet you could never really stay angry at him longer than an hour or so. 

You two were often seen together, Lo’ak would often try and explain and teach stuff to you that you already knew. You didn't tell him though. You let him have his fun.

He would find entertainment in trying to get a reaction out of you. Which meant he would annoy you for hours on end. He only even made you break your composure three times. All which resulted in a visit to the healers tent. 

Lo’ak always insisted on sparing you. Each time he would believe he would win and each time he would have his hopes crushed.

He liked competing with you because unlike Neteyam, you actually lost sometimes. (You let him win)

When he was bored he would seek you out and just converse with you about anything and everything. 

You would often race your Ikran’s any chance you got. 

Lo’ak would secretly ask you to train him if he wanted to learn something new. He wasn't as embarrassed if he failed in front of you compared to the other members of the family.

He teasingly called you “Ninny, or womb buddy”. Affectionately he called you “Little twin”

=Tuk=

She absolutely adores you. You are the best big sister in her eyes and she's not afraid to say it. 

Jokingly the family would ask her who her favorite was and seriously she would say you.

She views you as a goddess that can do no wrong.

She wants to be like you when she grows up.

She's constantly trailing behind you or helping you with things. 

She spends most of her free time practicing braiding on your hair. (Which you leave a section out for her)

She loves to hear you sing. Sometimes refusing to go to bed without having heard a song from you.

She often piggybacks on your Ikran when you go for flights.

She loves your scars having names for each one.

She affectionately calls you “NinNin,”

hello!! i hope you're doing well and don't forget to take care of yourself!!

could i please request a lo'ak x fem metkayina reader with dialogue prompt 5?

thank you so much if you do!! make sure you're taking breaks, okay? <3

Take a Hint. | Lo'ak Sully.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : while you were one of the most sought members of the clan for your intelligence, sometimes you tended to be as dense as a rock. or in other words, lo’ak proves time and time again - that he only wishes to be worthy of your love.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : lo'ak sully x fem!metkayina reader

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 : 5. "Would you acknowledge my feelings for you if I kissed you right now? You can't seem to take a damn hint, [name]."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : this was part of a writing event i did for reaching 100 followers, it's crazy to me that now we are on the way to 1000. i'm forever grateful of all the love and support you guys give me! an official permanent prompt list will be up soon where you can request whatever you'd like any time. "ˏˋ °•*⁀➷" indicates a flashback. anyways enjoy loverboy lo'ak <333.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dumb with love reader trope, reader is a dense mf, lo'ak is a lovesick fool, a lil angst but mostly fluff, minor cussing.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.4k words !!!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @eywas-heir @spicycloudsalad @missdreamofendless @prty-poisxn @scarlettwitch-4 @23victoria @avidreader3107 @purplehyacinthss @itssiaaax @neteyamoa @tsireyasgf @nijirozzz @useryourbut @yua-himari @sweetheartlizzie07 @grierpilots @reneehillary69 @fruitsalad1

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, well almost everything it seems. The Metkayina clan admired you for your intelligence and quick thinking under pressure. Somehow you always found a way to alleviate high-tension situations and find solutions to ongoing issues in your community. 

Y/n was most well-known for her baskets, and while that may sound odd. It was her pride and joy. She’d found ways to intricately weave baskets of different sizes and durabilities. Being able to have more room for storage, or able to withhold more weight. It would give her an immense amount of comfort when people would praise her for such random yet useful interventions. 

For example, “the carrier” - an object weaved in the shape of the Na’vis shoulders so you can hang your clothes on them! A true miracle worker.

Don’t get Lo’ak wrong, he absolutely treasured those aspects of Y/n. But you were outright dumb sometimes, which was quite the contrasting statement. 

The poor Sully boy could hold a sign saying, “I don’t just see you, I thrive in your presence. I am the best version of myself when I am with you. I really like you!” Yet you’d still just nod and even fist-bump him, probably commenting on how sweet he is. 

Like God damn woman, take a hint! 

Were you just blind to love? Playing hard to get? Oblivious? Lo’ak truly did not know, and Kiri did not offer much help in that department either. 

The two girls were just starting to get close to one another, alongside Tsireya. And no one else wanted to be friends with the eldest Sully daughter. She was not risking a strain in a newly developed friendship just to help his ass feel better.

Maybe, he thought. Just maybe he wasn’t being obvious enough? From then on he decides to go the extra mile with his intentions.

Getting your food for you, walking you to places. Getting callouses and blisters on his hands just to learn your almost mystical weaving techniques just to take some of the workload off you.

Neteyam had witnessed these obvious advances and the shift in his demeanor, deciding to use this as ample opportunity to tease him.

He remarked, “Baby brother, that is what friends do.”

The younger had hissed, pushing the eldest in annoyance. 

Friends?! Is he fucking with me? Absolutely not. The boy had muttered to himself as he begrudgingly stomped out of the mauri. 

A new determination flickered in his eyes as he saw you in the distance, snickering at whatever girls talk about with Tsireya. 

Lo’ak would do whatever it takes and prove that he is worthy of your attention and love.

Instead of doing the normal thing, like asking your parents if he can court you. He figured, eh? Why not stir the pot in his own way? He’s an independent young man! He can handle this on his own.

His touches began to linger more, it felt like his scent had been roped to your skin. Always attentively wrapping an arm around your shoulders, or his large hand would basically engulf the entirety of your wrist. He’d guide you to little spots on the outskirts of Awa’atlu that he personally found great comfort in, even then the skin-to-skin contact would linger.

These were places you’ve lived amongst your entire life but always brushed by in passing. Your heart would grow twice the size, being able to witness the fondness twinkling in his eyes as he’d appreciate every single part of nature he came across.

It lit a spark deep within your bones, one you’d furiously try to stomp on to take out. 

Lo’ak did not help in that sense, considering he’d show how protective he was over you whenever a fellow boy of the clan would give you even an ounce of their attention. You’d nag at him to stop the act, saying you could handle it on your own.

The cherry on top? You’d pinch his cheek, and that was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

No, “Lo’ak you’re so handsome”. Or, “Lo’ak you take such great care of me, I like you too!”.

Day by day, he was becoming more fed up and frustrated. All he had to do back at home was slightly teasingly flirt with a girl for the heck of it, and they’d already be profusely blushing. 

But you had that sweet smile always gracing your face, and it wasn’t that he didn’t love it. Because frankly, he really does. 

It just felt like he was getting nowhere, prancing back and forth to try to encase himself in your heart. 

Lo’ak’s ego has never been shot down like this before, and it was dampening his mood. He just wanted to dote on you, be there for you. Not like he was now, but as a partner. Someone who could kiss you, cuddle you. He craved for you to ease his worries, to reciprocate his tumultuous feelings. 

To him, it felt like he was climbing up a tree that very soon he’d be pushed down from. He was praying to Eywa that all his efforts would be worth it in the end. 

If only he already knew Y/n returned all his feelings. To be fair, you weren’t the greatest at showing or even expressing it. In her eyes, she doesn’t perceive any of these motions Lo’ak is going through as anything more than platonic. 

Even Kiri is tired of this, because yeah. Maybe this friendship is willing to be strained and bent a bit because her dear brother is losing his literal marbles.

She can’t fault you though, you’ve told her time and time again. No boy had ever expressed such avid interest in you, you’ve always been an afterthought to them. They were almost always sent your way to collect your creations for their families. In their eyes, the Olo'eyktan's daughter was far more of a catch than she would ever be.

You were okay with that, to some degree it benefitted you. Although not this time.

His insecurities started to riddle him, eating up all the hopes and desires he had painted for the both of you. Can he not live up to whatever prior expectations you may already have going on in your pretty mind? Lo’ak can’t help but overthink because he feels like he is going nowhere.

Now, that wasn’t your intention at all. There was something about the boy that utterly terrified you, he was the first guy in her life that she actually considered a friend. That meant the entire world they orbited around to her. Lo’ak to her was new waves of entirely unexplored waters. It was a feeling that she hadn’t been able to delve into for eons.

Yn’s clan was isolated, in the middle of the ocean. Scattered amongst dozens of other villages alike the one she inhabits. Nothing remotely new had graced their presence for so long. 

How dare she not fall for the inquisitive and rebellious forest boy? Every day he gave her a taste of something so avant-garde to her already influential mind. Every day he gave her a new perspective and angle to a place she’s coexisted in her entire life. 

So while Lo’ak was concerned about his feelings being dismissed, Y/n was winded from even encountering them in the first place. 

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˳೫˚

There was something amiss. 

It’s now midday, and there hasn’t been any sighting of Lo’ak. Y/n didn’t see him at breakfast, or at his mauri. He wasn’t at their usual meeting spot either. She remembers it like the back of her hand, the corner to turn to get to her own mauri. He’d always be standing there with a coy smirk, leaning against the structure pole closest to him. Not today, though.

You’d been looking for him all day, even asking his siblings. They all gave you the same answer. “Do we ever know what he is truly up to?” 

Yeah, they had a good point on that one.

Y/n couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling nibbling at her stomach though. She had looked to where their families Ilu’s were kept, his was still there. She swam in the ocean, diving to his favorite spots. Her eyes even caught sight of Payakan in the distance, and there was no cute boy from the forest by his side. 

You start to feel a great sense of loss. This was something you certainly were not used to and never wanted to be. Day in and day out, he was without a doubt always here. By your side.

There was a certain emptiness creeping under your bones, lapping at the crevices of your heart and situating there. Dread poured down on you like the rain kissing at your teal skin. 

For the first time in these last few months, you had never felt so alone. 

Y/n had never felt so utterly vexed, and no one around her was giving any fucks. 

(Stupid Lo’ak, teaching her curse words. Stupid Lo’ak, for making her care so damn fucking much.)

She stomped to her mauri, letting out a restless sigh as the rain ceased. Grabbing at her supplies she made it her own personal mission to situate at a part of the island not regularly inhabited. 

You missed him and the solace his presence brought you. His little snarky remarks or complaints about Ao’nung being a dickhead again. Or Lo’ak whining as you would mend his wounds, blisters scattered across his palms and fingertips. Work and effort he had put into helping you figure out the new invention that had been weighing on your mind. 

Just the little things that should be so minor, weren’t to you.

Now you can’t help but ponder on it, maybe he does feel the same way you do? That perhaps it wasn’t all so black and white. Rather instead, something far more complex and out of your vicinity. 

Another sigh fell from your lips at the thoughts that you continued to mull over. Leaning against the tree behind you, when suddenly the importance of this place hit you.

It was the first time you had witnessed Lo’ak, all alone.

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˳೫

ˏˋ °•*⁀➷ No parents nearby were scouring his every move, siblings lingering to tease him and oddly make him feel even more like an outcast. Thank Eywa too, for there were no bullies there. 

It was just him and you now.

Y/n could tell he was dealing with utter turmoil, so you had adjusted your hold on the basket full of materials weighing heavily in your arms. Oddly enough it was filled with things to weave even more baskets, this time of varying sizes with colour in them. You wanted them to look more pretty, and eye-catching. 

She watched as his hands that were dug into the sand, moved to scribble whatever his heart had desired to draw. They came to a still, as your presence drew itself closer to his. 

Lo’ak was convinced you’d ignore him out of shameless disgust, just like everyone else does in this clan, and walk by without a word. But all you had given him was that smile, and he knew from then on your soul was too gentle for this cursed world.

You tilted your basket to him, showing the contents inside of it. “Would you like to learn how to make the best baskets in all of Metkayina?” She peered down at him, with such tender luminous eyes. 

How could he say no to that?

His mind was astray, and he didn’t really know how you knew that he needed a distraction. 

But with a nod of his head, as he straightened his posture, you let out a quiet noise - something akin to a cheer. Making yourself comfortable in front of him as you sat down, you took everything out and laid it on the sand with such care. 

There, he tuned in to another lesson. 

The whole time he pretended he didn’t know anything, Neytiri totally didn’t teach him how to weave or anything at a young age, not at all! He had good reasoning to do so because your voice sounded and felt so saccharine and cozy. It had reminded him of the fruits back at home.

Lo’ak also couldn’t help but admire how your worry lines would become evident and scrunch up when he’d make a little rookie mistake. Ever patient as you are, you’d glide your hand over his and ease him over the instructions once again.

For a boy who complained so much, not a peep came from his mouth as he learned from you. 

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˳೫

A strange sense of deja vu washed over Lo’ak as he witnessed you leaning against an all too familiar tree. Y/n was mapping out the contents of her mind into the grains of sand closest to her. 

He’d been nestled in his own head the whole day, trying to understand the situation he had desperately wondered if he should pluck himself out of.

Lo’ak wondered then, had you admired him just as much as he was in this very moment? 

Taking a deep breath, he then stalked over to you.

The swooshing of the sand moving abruptly caught your attention, making Y/’s eyes dart up.

You call for Lo’ak, and it melts him to the core. He always loves the unintentional dip in your tone whenever you’d pronounce the last part of his name.

He didn’t know what burned in him then, but he felt it was now or never.

As he grabbed your arms and dragged you up, Y/n could only stumble into his chest with a faint “oomph”. The Sully boy leaned back, hands drastically moving to smooth your hair back which had fluttered everywhere due to his abrupt actions. 

He gazes at you then, unpacking everything that made you who you are for the hell of it. For the reason that he’s afraid. He’ll wither in tremendous sorrow if he doesn’t get some form of confirmation from you.

Lo’ak cannot keep playing himself with the what-ifs, he needed to hear what now.

"Would you acknowledge my feelings for you if I kissed you right now? You can't seem to take a damn hint, Y/n," Lo’ak uttered with a voice mellowed in affection. 

Her mouth opened, then closed, repeat. Gaping, reminiscent of the fish in the ocean a few steps away from both of them. With watchful eyes he saw as you suck your teeth in, nibbling nervously on your bottom lip.

Y/n hesitates, cautious but unable to fight against it. Your hands seek and grip his shoulders. A force so soft, so kind, so you. Lo’ak exhaled. 

“Your feelings for me?” Y/n croaked, sheer shock displayed on her features.

He could only laugh and shake his head in utter disbelief, his braids almost covering the eyes you worshipped upon. Oh my God, you truly are that clueless. 

Lo’ak looked at your hands that splayed on his shoulders, before tilting back up to peer down at you.

“My feelings for you… they are all-consuming. You surround me, like the tides of this very ocean,” He points out to the vast sea to the side of you two.

He continues, “and it hurts. I am in pain because I feel like I am drowning in it. And you aren’t there. I dream of you, I think of you, I act like! Like my brother for you. You do not witness my loss of breath, my all that I give! For, you.” 

He specifically targeted the fullness of his passion and annunciated in the last two words, hoping his point had finally gotten across to you. His face paints an exasperated expression, wounding you deeply. 

Your brain is as much of a mess as the fishing nets you and Kiri had tried to untangle this morning. The clarity that leaches onto you feels all too antagonizing. Y’n tries to reason, but he shakes his head again. Putting his hand over yours that still weighs on his shoulder. 

As if the entire weight of an Ikran pressed into him. It was daunting and petrifying. 

Treacherous at the seams. 

He gulps and lets the gates flood. “I know you are not dumb, far from it. Your mind is so fucking bright, that even I still get surprised by how you handle even the most mundane things. Even up to now, even if I’ve observed you hurdle through your daily activities constantly.” 

Y/n whispers his name again, lips pulled to a frown and Lo’ak wants the sand beneath him to swallow him whole. But he must know.

“I fear you are clueless though. Do you not see or feel how I do?” He voices his prior thoughts.

The nail to the coffin.

He had never sounded so desperate before. Lo’ak had always been a spitfire of sorts, and sure he had his moments. Although this time he was pleading, yearning, and aching. 

Somehow like a miracle, it was directed your way only.

You twist your head, gulping to try to muster up a source of confidence and understanding to power past this.

This is Lo’ak, the boy who barely left your side since finding each other. Your Lo’ak who you knew so well. Always there for him through thick and thin. The youngest son who looked up to his brother so fiercely, with a dad he could never seem to understand.

She looks up at him, properly and with conviction. “I do see, I do feel. I do, all for you,” Y/n begs to be heard, and his irises are blown.

He too never heard you so desperate.

Y/n embraces all that Lo’ak is, just like the very first time she laid her azure eyes on his. 

“I guess, I am just incapable of seeing the signs. I do not have any experience in this…area of things.” You shyly whisper at the end, cheeks flaming at what you hinted at.

Lo’aks eyebrows furrow. He’s trying to obtain some understanding as his thumb grazes the apple of your cheek before cupping the side of your face.

You see him. You really do.

“I am usually only sought out for my intelligence, not of anything else. Lo’ak, no one has ever seen me in the light you seem to.” Her eyes look wistful as if she’s been transferred back to past events.

For good measure, you add on, grumbling. “My parents aren’t excellent examples to learn from either.”

Lo’ak croons, “I’m sorry.”

You grin up at him, and this time something shined. Lo’ak did not know if it was his heart or the slight difference in your expression, but there was something new mingling in the air.

His thoughts become fried as you tilt your head further up, balancing on the tip of your toes. Lo’aks hand almost slips from its grasp on your face. However, now you’re really close. Lips hovering over his as you coo, “Please accept this apology for making you so infuriated.”

Not only did you whisk his thoughts away, but his very breath too. You kiss him, this time being the first one to take action. It almost ceases the boy's heart altogether, you took this leap for him. For the future of you both.

As you retract from him, a pleading whine fell from the boy in front of you as he raced to chase your lips.

Y/n giggles at his actions, admiring the boy in front of her.

By Eywa, you were indeed a clueless fool.

The eyes who looked into yours now were so unlatched, expressing everything else he couldn’t say in words. That was the same gaze he gave you the very first time you’d see each other at the start of the day, and all throughout until the end. Awaiting to repeat itself the following day.

“I’ll only accept your apology after you let me have a few more kisses.” He interrupts your intrusive thoughts, and you could only laugh bashfully as you sink back into the entirety of him.

“Alright, Lo’ak. Whatever you say goes, it seems.” You mutter against his lips, and as you’re brought into a second kiss. His hand settles at the back of your head, guiding you. 

Y/n can’t help but think, she wouldn’t mind learning about the ways of love with him. Whether that was through actions or words. Even a simple passing look. 

Just like he listened and learned your ways of the Metkayina clan. You’d do the same because now you see. Now you can finally observe what makes Lo’ak so incredible. 

It’s how he bestowed love so boundlessly.

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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jake x neytiri x reader

series:

My Heart Never Knows

oneshots:

Drink Your Poison (I’ll Kiss it Out)

headcannons:

Jake and Neytiri with a Human!Fem!Reader on her Period

Jake and Neytiri with a Human!Fem!Reader in the Lab

Sully Family x Human!Short!Fem!Reader

Sully Family x Human!Fem!Reader (Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Kiri Being Protective of their Mama)

HEADCANON; BEING MARRIED TO RHAENYRA AND DAEMON AND BEING A MOTHER TO THEIR CHILDREN

pairings; rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader x daemon targaryen, jacaerys velaryon x stepmother!reader, lucerys velaryon x stepmother!reader, joffrey velaryon x stepmother!reader, baela targaryen x stepmother!reader, rhaena targaryen x stepmother!reader

warnings; mentions of the boy's illegitimacy, sadness, tooth rotting fluff

first part | third part | fourth part | fifth part | masterlist

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JACAERYS

➼ you aren't particularly close with him in the beginning but there's also no hatred between you two

➼ he knows you from all the stories his mother used to tell him about you and how one day, you would come back to her and be apart of their family

➼ he notices how much happier his mother is once you join her and daemon and he only then realizes how important you are to her so he makes it his mission to befriend you which was very easy

➼ he takes you up on your promise to learn high valyrian together

➼ and you both struggle a lot with it

➼ "kerimvose? right? that has to be it!"

➼ "it's kirimvose, jace! it means thank you, you should know that!"

➼ so much bickering between you two when the maester asks you to name certain words and it becomes a competition between you

➼ but in the end, jace learns his mother language much faster and better with you as his learning partner

➼ he starts trusting you more and comes to you when he has doubts about his birthright again since his mother only denies it and doesn't feel that she can openly talk about it with him

➼ "how can i expect anyone to support my claim when i'm not even a true born son?"

➼ you don't know the truth about it but you try to take jace his insecurities away

➼ "your right to be king of the seven kingdoms one day relies on your mother's birthright. so whoever your father is, it doesn't matter because you are certainly rhaenyra's son and i know that you will make a great king one day."

➼ he thinks about your words and knows that you're right and is so endlessly thankful to you and your support for him. his insecurities still remain but they get easier to live with as long as he has you by his side to reassure him

➼ he trusts you on a deeper and more vulnerable level after that

➼ often clinging to you and asking where you are and making sure you're safe because you are his second mother after all

➼ he used to love to fall asleep in his mother's embrace, always feeling protected and loved with her

➼ and even though he's already grown, he definitely exploits your love and affection towards him to make you do the same

➼ he falls asleep in less than a minute when you play with his hair he just loves it so much

➼ it shows how much he trusts you because of the way people expect him to be composed and perfect all the time

➼ and he wants you to think of him like that too but you know that underneath his composed and collected demeanor, he's still a very young boy who's scared of doing something wrong

➼ because he knows that as soon as someone sees him take one wrong step, he will be called a bastard again and questioned on his legitimacy

➼ but you always do your best to reassure him that it doesn't matter what others say, it's not their business to criticize his every step

➼ when occasions like that occur, you are always the first one defending him, shutting everyone who dares to question him off and afterwards making sure that he's okay, letting him sleep in your arms once more, singing him to sleep and running your fingers through his soft hair

➼ at some point he talks to rhaenyra about how glad he is to have you in his life because you are such a big, supportive person in his life and she's so happy to hear this from him

➼ overall he's just very happy to have you be his biggest supporter and defender

LUCERYS

➼ he's wary of you at first because he has a hard time trusting strangers

➼ mostly ignores you and just doesn't talk to you

➼ you understand why, you're a stranger to him after all and just because you married his mother and stepfather doesn't mean he has to get along with you so you accept it

➼ it still makes you feel bad, to see that he does not wish to even look in your direction at any time

➼ rhaenyra and daemon notice that it makes you sad even though you refuse to tell or show them

➼ they attempt to speak to luke about it but you are insisting that he should make up his own mind and leave him be

➼ over the weeks after your wedding, luke sees how his brother opens up to you and gets closer to you

➼ he sees how gentle you are with him, always ruffling his hair and giving him a hug when he needs it

➼ and little luke wants that too but he's bad at asking for affection

➼ so he just watches your interactions with jace with veiled jealousy and anger at himself for wanting your affection too

➼ at some point you're sitting on one of the cliffs surrounding the castle when you hear a familiar screech behind you

➼ you turn around to see arrax looking at you curiously, the small dragon almost seeming like he was studying you

➼ you had long gotten used to dragons freely roaming around your new home but you had never seen one approach you like this

➼ the dragon comes closer but you're not scared, instead you slowly reach your hand out to touch the dragon and he seems to like the way you proceed to pet him

➼ he likes it so much that he lays his head in your lap and you giggle at how sweet of a creature he is

➼ some time later you hear two voices shouting for arrax and you recognize them to be daemon and luke

➼ you wave and call out to them and they come towards you, both suprised to see arrax with you

➼ daemon grins at how happy arrax is to sleep on your lap and he's proud of how well you interact with the dragons despite not being a targaryen or velaryon. he brushes his hands over the top of your head and gives you a small kiss on your forehead

➼ "it seems that arrax found a new spot to sleep. i don't blame him, i would do the same."

➼ you playfully slap his leg but smile all the same, then direct your attention to luke who's staring at you and at arrax

➼ you stop petting the small dragon and he lazily lifts his head at that seemingly demanding more petting

➼ "you slept long enough now, your rider needs you. come on, up with you arrax."

➼ he's very reluctant to give up his cozy spot but gets up all the same, trotting towards luke as if he was half asleep

➼ you get up as well and brush the dirt off of your dress when you suddenly feel two arms wrap around your torso and a face bury itself in your stomach

➼ "i just wanted to hug you too."

➼ your heart does a weird little thing that you proceed to ignore but you hug him back all the same, one hand softly caressing his back and the other going through his dark locks

➼ after that, luke begins talking to you and spends all the spare time he has with you

➼ he is often found on the beach with you where he shows you the cool tricks arrax has learned

➼ so. many. hugs.

➼ like this boy is clinging to you so much, he just loves the way how warm it feels to be held by you

➼ he starts to be very defensive and protective of you even though he is a tiny boy

➼ but tiny boy will love and protect you forever

➼ rhaenyra loves to watch you interact with him because it's the same way he's with her and it makes her see that he sees you as a mother too

➼ you give him lots of kisses on his forehead and he gives you kisses on your cheeks because he loves to see how you smile when he does

➼ he's the sunshine and you're the sunshine protector from that meme. just very wholesome and sweet after a rocky start

JOFFREY

➼ now joffrey has no idea who you are but when his mother tells him that you are his mother too he doesn't question it for a single second

➼ like he doesn't even care about questioning who you are because he's still so young and when he sees rhaenyra kiss you he's automatically like alright thats new mom!

➼ he comes to you and just sits on your lap like it's the most natural thing and demands cuddles whenever he wants to

➼ because of this he was the first one to treat you like his mother out of the children and it certainly gave you good prep for how you would treat the other kids

➼ joffrey often had nightmares, sometimes feeling too scared to sleep on his own so he would come to you when that was the case

➼ most of the time you slept inbetween rhaenyra and daemon because, according to them, you were their most precious prize to protect

➼ so joffrey often trampled all over daemon to sleep in your arms and you laugh when he shows you the bruises he has the next day

➼ joffrey spends a lot of time with maesters for his studies and whenever there's something he doesn't understand, he waits until the lesson is over and asks you about it instead of the maester

➼ because according to him you are so much smarter than him and know everything so well!

➼ you tell him not to say that to the maester and help him study

➼ he likes it when you read him a story to help him sleep, especially the ones from aegon's conquest

➼ he's a very bright, sweet little boy but he can be very mischievous

➼ hides from you when it's time to go to bed because he doesn't want to sleep

➼ i'm a prince, i can choose when i sleep!"

➼ "and i'm your mother so i choose when my little boy should sleep so he's not tired all day tomorrow!"

➼ when he warns you to not want to sleep at his bed time, you take him to your chambers and have him cuddle with you on his lap and sing him to sleep because that's a guaranteed way of settling him

➼ rhaenyra and daemon often times come in to retire for the night as well at that time and see you holding him as if he had always been yours

➼ it often makes your wife teary eyed to see you love her sons the way you do and she knows that she will never regret her decision of bringing you into their marriage

➼ and after you put joffrey to bed in his own room, your husband and wife show you how eager they are to have even more children, especially yours

BAELA

➼ now here comes your biggest challenge; daemon's kids

➼ it's different to interact with them than with rhaenyra's children because she was the one who had always loved you and wanted to be with you and marry you in any shape or form she could

➼ and daemon... just didn't love you the way rhaenyra did because he didn't know you, that's just how it was

➼ you know that that's why his children are keeping their distance from you and... it stung. you didn't want to admit it, told yourself it was fine if you only had rhaenyra's children to love but that wasn't true

➼ besides that, rhaenyra's children were all boys so you wanted to take care of the girls too, if you could

➼ of course this all changed after you got engaged and married and now daemon would gladly take a million swords to the heart just for you to be safe

➼ baela however did not know how to feel about you

➼ losing her own mother was very hard for her since she was so close with her but over the years, she had learned to live with the pain, just as she learned to live with rhaenyra as a mother to her

➼ but bringing in another person... she only hoped her father was doing the right thing

➼ she didn't speak much with you but she was still friendly to you

➼ she saw how your relationship with daemon developed and how he grew to love you but she still had her doubts

➼ one evening she talked to her father about this

➼ "i know that you only married her for rhaenyra which is a big risk... what if you had despised her? you would have been trapped in a loveless marriage for the rest of your life."

➼ "but i'm not. i do love her, with all my heart, i belong with her just as much as i belong with rhaenyra. she is a very sweet girl and she makes me a better man... and when i have children with her, they will be your siblings by blood. at some point you should start to get along with her."

➼ baela acknowledges the honesty that her father was showing and decides to be at least a bit more open to the idea of welcoming you to her family

➼ just a few days after their conversation, she's walking through the halls of the castle to go outside for some fresh air when she hears sobbing and crying from a nearby room

➼ she follows the sound and it leads her to the cracked door of her father's, rhaenyra's and your chambers

➼ she doesn't see much through the small crack of the door but there's a mirror right in her line of sight and through that she sees you sitting on the bed with a piece of paper in your hands, crying and sobbing all alone

➼ this is your chance, baela thinks and softly knock on the door as she opens it a bit weider to peek her head in

➼ she sees you wipe your cheeks from your tears as you hear someone entering and try to compose yourself as you turn around to face her, a suprised look on your face as you see who came in

➼ "i didn't want to disturb you but i also didn't want you to be alone when you're clearly not feeling well.. may i ask what happened?"

➼ "oh no, don't worry yourself baela, i'm fine, i just... wasn't feeling well but i'm all better, don't worry about it."

➼ baela clearly sees that you're lying and now fully enters the room, closing the door behind her

➼ "i know i have not been the best at welcoming you or being kind to you but... i want to now. please tell me what has happened and let me comfort you because you are clearly not well."

➼ you let her words sink in and sigh deeply after a few seconds, casting your head downwards and looking at the letter in your hands

➼ "this... this letter just came... it's from my father. he found out that i married daemon and rhaenyra and he's anything but not happy about it. he calls me a whore and tells me that i'm the laughing stock of westeros and that i will never be respected or welcomed back to my family. but i don't care about any of that... he called rhaenyra a whore too! and daemon a fool for marrying someone as stupid as me, how dare he insult them!"

➼ you break out in tears once more in anger and sadness and baela is quick to come to you and hug you closely, all her doubts about you flying out of the window

➼ because she sees that you're not affected by your own father calling you names and instead are angry at your father insulting your partners and she realizes then that you love her father very deeply

➼ you cry in her arms and think of how stupid you must seem to her but she only shushes you, hugging you closely and telling you that your father is an imbecile and a prick

➼ you laugh slightly and agree with her and think it's curious that she was so quick to comfort you

➼ you ask her not to tell her father and rhaenyra about this because they would have your father's head rolling in mere seconds just for making you cry

➼ not that you care wether he's dead or not but it would only get them into trouble and you obviously don't want that

➼ from that day on you and baela become good friends

➼ you're often seen taking walks along the castle and the beach and talk about the newest gossip of westeros together

➼ you often play with each other's hair, giving each other silly hairstyles and telling each other secrets

➼ with her, it feels like you are carefree and she reminds you of your relationship with one of your sisters when you were younger

➼ after it is announced that she is betrothed to jace, you're the one she comes to to ask for advice for when she would inevitably be married to him

➼ because she surely can not talk about this with her father and rhaenyra is the boy's mother so that would be awkward

➼ you are jace's mother too in a way but you would not be in a conflict about a conversation like this like rhaenyra would be

➼ "i'm not scared of the wedding night but... what is it like? does it hurt? what if he's rough with me?"

➼ "jace is a respectful and good man, he will be as gentle with you as any man ever could be and i will talk about it with him too before the wedding, don't you worry about it. if he does it right and takes care of you, which i know he will, it will feel good for you too."

➼ she's very thankful to have someone like you in her life, she only ever had her sister as a friend but rhaena was a little too innocent to talk about these things with

➼ she's not big on skinship but she demands one of your famous, world healing hugs every now and then and it reminds her that she has a friend, a sister and a mother in you

➼ baela always admires how much you take care of all the children and it makes her happy to have you in the family

RHAENA

➼ rhaena is totally a daddy's girl so when she sees daemon loving and trusting you, she does the same

➼ she's a quiet girl, often occupied with reading her books on dragons and her family's history

➼ she doesn't seek vou out much because she sees how occupied you are with the other children

➼ but when she sees you reading a book by yourself, she joins you and asks if you can read to her, which you are only happy to

➼ rhaena is often hard to read because of her quietness and she's still young so she's often unsure about her place in this very big family

➼ she feels overlooked often times because she is, in a way, a second daughter, otherwise she would not be marrying luke

➼ she doesn't mind it though, he's a sweet boy and is always kind to her

➼ but the attention that she sometimes doesn't feel she gets from her father or rhaenyra, she gets from you

➼ you often ask her how she's feeling and if she has anything on her mind and she opens up to you about it and you already had your suspicions about her feeling neglected, which she confirms to you

➼ you make sure to seek her out as much as you can when the other children aren't demanding your attention

➼ and when you simply sit next to her, read with her and sometimes study with her, you already make her endlessly happy

➼ daemon often catches you reading with her and sees the loving gaze in your eyes as you look at his daughter, his heart bursting with pride at how sweetly you treat them

➼ overall, rhaena likes your calm presence is happy to have someone who will always be there for her and understand her

AEGON & VISERYS

➼ since these two are the only babies at the moment, you spend a lot of your time with them

➼ you send the nurses away when you're there because you don't want the children to grow up thinking that their own parents never wanted to take care of them

➼ you know that that's not really common and that most noble women never learn to be mothers but considering that rhaenyra is often busy, you take it upon yourself to give the young little princes the kind of attention that only a mother could give

➼ as mentioned before, aegon is very taken with you

➼ he often cries when you go away, even if it's just to take a toy from the chest to give to him

➼ he's just the cutest little thing, always babbling about and giving all his toys to his brother who happily plays with them

➼ he doesn't care for the toys anyway when you're there, he just wants you to put him in his lap and give him tickles that make him laugh so sweetly

➼ he often plays with your necklace when you hold him up and always inspects it closely when it's one that he hasn't seen you wear yet

➼ he often tries to chew on them as well but you always make this cute face where you look like you'll cry when he brings it to his mouth and he immediately drops it, attempting to pat your cheeks so you wouldn't cry

➼ you love aegon very much but of course, you take care of visery too

➼ he always wants to show you his toys and makes you play whatever imaginary game he's thinking of

➼ he also loves to play with your hair and often proceeds to put it in his mouth because it's so pretty

➼ and then he coughs it out because it's hair!

➼ when they find the time, rhaenyra and daemon come to the nursery and sit and watch you play with the babies and it makes their heart ache

➼ to see you so lively and happy to play with the babies that weren't your own is just very special to them

➼ they admire you for how hard you work as a mother of seven children and are so happy to have brought you into their lives because you make them and the kids so endlessly happy

➼ and they can't wait to see you pregnant and have your own children too so they can spoil them rotten and love them just as much as they love you

This really said you're lonely bitch...

disclaimer this isn't my tiktok. credit goes to @/sunflowerxseries on tiktok. this is merely a sharing of said tiktok in no way am i claiming this is mine.

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sfw alphabet: miguel diaz version

↳ summary: basically just a cute, sappy headcanon list for miguel!

pairings: miguel diaz x fem!reader

↳ warnings: swearing, mentions of partying, maybe a lil pg-13 ratings here n there.

author’s note: i cannot for the life of me remember where i got the template for this but if i do eventually find it out, i’ll put it in the comments!

↳ a- affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

overall, miguel is a highly affectionate person. he tends to show affection through forehead kisses or kiss to the top of your head and has to be constantly holding your hand.

↳ b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do you think is beautiful about them?)

he admires how bold you are, he loves that you’re a smartass and total loud mouth. he also admires how kind you can be. he also finds your smile absolutely breathtaking.

you admire his hands, obviously bc they’re pretty as hell but also in the sense that they ground you. if you’re unable to focus or if you’re having an anxiety attack, holding his hand is able to bring you back down. you also love his hair, you’re constantly playing with it.

↳ c - cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

this man’s main love language is physical touch so he’s super big on cuddling. he loves either laying on top of you with his head on your chest or you laying on top of him, with your head tucked into the crook of his neck.

↳ d - dates (what are dates with them like? do they plan them out or are they spontaneous?)

dates with miguel are often very laidback unless there’s a special occasion. they’re super spontaneous, like late drives along the coast, all the windows down with music blasting or chilling on the beach until sunrise.

↳ e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he constantly fears ever having to break up with you. if he ever has to, he’d do it in person because he respects you way too much to just break up over the phone or through a text.

↳ f - fiancée (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

this man would propose to you the second you ever mention wanting to get married. he’s so in love with you that he’d do anything you asked. he’s 100% on board with commitment.

↳ g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

physically: he’s extremely gentle with you. he often treats you like you’re made of glass. soft, lingering touches and featherlight kisses. in bed however, that’s a different story.

emotionally: it takes him a while to grasp the concept of being gentle when it comes to handle your emotions but from then in, he’s incredibly gentle. he approaches any conversation about your emotions with a soft voice and timid expressions. for himself, he’s very brash with his own emotions so you have to teach him to be kinder to himself.

↳ h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he loves hugs. if you guys are standing around at a party, he’s usually hugging you from behind or is standing behind you with his arms either draped/wrapped around your shoulders while you lean into his touch. he often initiates the hugs and he hugs you up to ten times a day. when he’s happy, his hugs are usually warm and gentle. if he’s breaking down, he hugs you tightly, his hands fisting the back of your shirt/hoodie as if he’s terrified you’re going to disappear.

↳ i - injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

if he sees someone hurt you, this man sees red immediately and will beat the living shit out of the person who hurt you. if you accidentally hurt yourself, this man goes into mother™ mode and is by your side in the blink of an eye, instantly checking your injury and dressing it before cradling your face and asking if you’re okay. if someone else informs him that you’ve been hurt and he can’t get to you immediately, he’s having a panic attack and can’t calm down until he sees you.

↳ j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

whew…he is the most jealous fucker to exist. he’s not possessive 24/7 but if he sees some dude hitting on you, he’s instantly by your side and kissing on you as if it’s only you two in the room, i’m talking one hand wrapped around your throat while the other is on your ass.

↳ k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

his kisses are either super loving and gentle or really fucking heated and dominant. there’s no in between. he’ll either peck your lips and stare at you after like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen or he’s straight up making out with you, tongue and all. he loves being kissing you on the top of your nose because he finds the face you make after he does it adorable. he loves being kissed on his jaw, even if it’s not with sexual intention.

↳ l - love languages (what is their love language?)

physical touch: he’s constantly gotta be touching you in some way, it keeps him calm and constantly reminds him that you’re still by his side.

quality time: he adores spending time with you, even it’s while you’re both doing the most mundane things. it brings out an inner peace that he can’t quite reach any other way.

words of affirmation: sometimes, he can be quite insecure when it comes to your relationship and why you’re with him so he needs that little bit of reassurance to remind him that you’re not leaving any time soon.

↳ m - mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with miguel are usually fairly quite, unless he wakes up horny from the night before. usually, you guys just lay beside each other while doing your own thing (ie: scrolling through social media or reading) or you guys just cuddle and talk about whatever comes to mind. it’s not an every day occurrence but the mornings where you guys get up early and go to an 80’s themed diner for the best breakfast in town, are your favourite.

↳ n - nights (how are nights spent with them?)

there’s three types of nights with miguel, soft/intimate nights, restless nights and rated r nights.

soft nights: either really gentle moments spent in each other’s embrace. sometimes this nights come after really tough days and you guys just need each other.

restless nights: some nights, either your anxiety/insomnia or miguel’s anxiety plagues one of you and it’s a stressful night spent trying to keep one another calm.

rated r: this man goes full send and will rail you so hard that your headboard dents the wall. need i say more?

↳ o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

for a while, he’s a bit closed off and will only tell you certain things that everyone knows. about four months into the relationship, you admit that you feel like he doesn’t trust you and it flips a switch in him and makes him realize that he has no reason not to trust you. so over time, he starts opening up more and more each day until it gets to the point where you’re the first person he’ll tell anything to.

↳ p - patience (how patient are they usually? what tends to wear their patience thin?)

he’s fairly patient. it tends to take a lot for him to snap. what causes him to snap and get angry is your reckless and petty behaviour after an argument. you’ll take off without telling him when you’ll be back to when you’ll be back and on top of that, you’ll stop sharing your location with him.

↳ q - quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

he love to spend quality time with you in the form of domestic intimacy, such as cooking/baking, cleaning, running errands or even just having a bath/shower together. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing when spending time together, just as long you’re together.

↳ r - remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

probably the first time he ever told you he loved you. you were in the middle of ranting about something that happened at work and he just looked at you and said “holy fuck, i don’t think i’ve ever loved someone as much as i love you.”

↳ s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he’s the big, stereotypical “i’m the man so that means i’m tough and macho” boyfriend but not to a point where it annoys you. he always makes sure you’re on the inside part of the side with him closest to the road. if there’s a fight at a party, he’s gently pushing you behind him. he always makes sure you get in the car first. he prefers to be protected emotionally, he’s got a guard up but once he lets it down for you, he prays that you keep his heart safe.

↳ t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

dates: it’s not much that he doesn’t try, he just doesn’t plan but once you guys decide something is a date, he gives it his all to make sure you’re enjoying it.

anniversaries: this man does everything he possible can to make sure your anniversaries are memorable. he even makes small “anniversaries” for things like the first time he said “i love you” or for the day you asked him to move in with you, but not in a serious sense, more of an inside joke for you both.

gifts: he knows you hate when people spend money on you so he tries to spend as little as he can (but he will splurge if you ever wanted something but couldn’t get it yourself) and prefers to make homemade gifts.

everyday tasks: he tries his hardest to keep up with the cleaning and cooking, he doesn’t want you to feel like it’s all falling on you.

↳ u - upset (how do they act when you’re upset? how do they act when they’re upset?)

when you’re upset: he’s super quite and gentle. he gives you space if you can’t handle physical touch at that very moment or he’s wrapping his arms around you the second you ask him to. he’s very doting and concerned, doing everything he can to make you smile or calm down.

when he’s upset: he’s gotten better at not bottling things up but it takes a lot of convincing on your part to get him to talk about what’s bothering him. before you can even make sure he’s okay, he’s barreling into your arms and asking you to stay with him.

↳ v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he’s not highly concerned with his looks but he does put effort into his appearance. especially his hair. if it’s date night, he’s constantly fretting over the tiniest things about his outfits.

↳ w - wildcard (a random headcanon for them.)

my biggest headcanon about miguel is that he slips into spanish when he’s angry, but he does it intentionally because he knows it turns you on.

↳ x - x-ray (how easily are they able to read you?)

he’s very quick to read your emotions and expression. he can tell quicker than anyone if your smile or laugh is forced and half assed. he’s very observant when it comes to your emotional/expressive habits.

↳ y- yuck (what things that you do that they hate?)

he hates that you leave your socks on the floor by the door. he hates that you eat mozza sticks with ranch.

↳ z - zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he always has to fall asleep touching you, whether it’s arm thrown over your waist or his hand under your shirt and holding your titty.

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honest with me. (I)

pairings: spider-man!miguel diaz x reader

warnings: none!

summary: you've been in love with your best friend, miguel diaz, ever since he moved to queens. after spider-man saves you, you have your suspicions on who the masked hero might be.

note: so funny story, i found this edit on pinterest (i don't know who the original editor of this is im sorryyy) and it just gave me the idea to make this! i will also be writing for jaime reyes/blue beetle. i have an imagine in my drafts!

i will be basing miguel's spider-man on andrew garfield’s but apart from that it’ll be mostly similar to tom holland’s. will also be moving them from california to new york for obvious reasons.

miguel diaz was undoubtedly the most amazing person you ever met. so were your friends hawk and eli. although, there was something that set miguel aside from them.

maybe it was the way he always knew the right thing to say. or maybe that electricity that shocked you whenever you were walking next to each other and accidentally graze your hands together.

you looked up at miguel, his eyes fixed on samantha larusso. you knew he had a crush on her, even openly talking about it in the group during lunch.

it broke you. you weren't as rich as sam, you didn't consider yourself as beautiful as her, and you didn't think you were as smart as she was.

the bell loudly rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. you closed your books and shoved them inside your backpack, walking with miguel to the cafeteria where you both sat down and waited for hawk and demetri.

you took a sip from your chocolate milk, looking up to see miguel staring at you.

"don't tell me i have a milk moustache." you chuckle, raising your fingers to check your upper lip.

miguel chuckled and shook his head, "no, you look fine i was just uhh-" miguel looked past you, "just looking at those pigeons."

you looked back at the pigeons and furrowed your eyebrows, it was definitely strange. he wasn't looking at those pigeons, he was looking right at you.

"yeah, yeah... the pigeons." you nod.

hawk and demetri come at the moment, saving miguel from further embarassment.

hawk rambling about how he got into an argument with the history teacher, mr. arnold, over the assignment.

you weren't paying attention though, and by the looks of it neither was miguel, whose eyes you felt stare at you.

you look back at him and gave him a warm smile, pretending to listen to hawk, who by now was done with his rant. "anyways, i was thinking we could go to moon's party tonight?" hawk added.

"isn't it a school night?" you ask.

"well yeah, but that's how you know it's gonna be the cool people only. all the losers are gonna stay home studying." hawk replied.

demetri, miguel, and you looked at each other and then back at hawk.

"dude... we're all staying home and studying tonight, we have a math test tomorrow." demetri remarked.

"come on guys! we haven't done anything since like a month ago! demetri's always studying, (y/n)'s always working, and miguel is... well i don't know! what is it that you're always so busy with?" hawk asked.

miguel's shoulders went stiff as he looked around and stumbled for the right words, "i uhh- well i'm helping johnny out with his work."

you called bullshit. everytime one of you asked miguel to do something with him after school, he always used johnny as an excuse.

johnny was a nice guy tho. he and carmen had gone out on a disastrous date but by the end of it, she decided to give him another chance. ever since then, they had been absolutely inseparable.

"seriously, i think hawk's right. we need to hang out again! we always see each other in school and text but we should do something awesome together!"

the three boys agreed, "then it's settled, we'll do something this weekend."

miguel was gone before the final bell even rang. demetri, hawk, and you looked everywhere for him but like always he was nowhere to be found.

"screw it. let's just do study group at his house!" demetri exclaimed.

-

miguel's grandmother- or yaya, as he called her- answered the door, allowing the three of you in and offering a huge amount of food for all of you.

you sat down on miguel's bed, smelling strongly of him. you closed your eyes, a memory of the first time you met triggering you.

when miguel had just moved here, you were the first friend he made.

you lived in the building across to his and worked at the small coffee shop near those buildings.

miguel walked into the shop, quickly entranced by your beauty that he didn't notice you asking him what he wanted.

"sorry? oh yeah! i just wanted a donut please." he nervously smiled.

you nodded, "sure. what kind?"

"which do you recommend?" he inquired.

you leaned in closer, "between you and me. these are all stale and sort of disgusting. but the donut holes aren't so bad."

miguel laughed softly, "then i'll take some of those."

you nod, quickly ringing his order up. "alright, that'll be $6.29 please." you gave him a tight lipped smile.

miguel quickly took out a $10 dollar bill. while you handed him his change you looked up at him, "you're new here, aren't you?"

he nodded, his dark curls bouncing along. "yeah, how did you know?"

you shrugged, "it might be a very large city but we all know each other around this community." you retorted, "i'm (y/n), by the way." you offer your hand to shake his.

he looks at it before looking back at you and shaking it, "i'm miguel. nice to meet you, (y/n)."

you wrote down your number on a piece of paper, "i know it can get quite overwhelming around these parts. you know, being new here in such a big place. so if you ever wanna hang with me and my friends, you just give me a call."

a wide smile grew on miguel's lips, "that would be awesome! i'll definitely take you up on that offer. thanks a lot, (y/n)."

you nod, "it's no problem. see you around."

"(Y/N!)" demetri belted, “are you still with us?”

you cleared your throat, “yeah! i was just distracted, thinking about stuff.”

“they’re thinking about how they want to make out with miguel.” hawk butt in. you and demetri just groaned and shook your heads. you gently kicked him and went back to your work.

“oh look! spider-man just stopped a robbery at that convenience store we always go to.” demetri showed us his phone.

you and hawk leaned in, “he’s so cool.” you awed.

“dude, what’s your obsession with spider-man?” hawk asked.

“he saves the city, keeps all of us safe, and he’s got cool superpowers!” demetri replied defensively.

“seriously? anyone can do that. shit, i could do that!” hawk scoffed.

you shrugged, “i don’t know, dude. you’re really underestimating spider-man, he’s pretty cool.” you replied, “plus, i think it’s kind of heroic and hot what he does.”

“oooh, you’ve got it bad for spider-man, don’t you?” demetri teased.

you chuckled and shook your head, “no! well maybe yeah but it’s still super awesome!”

“you both are dorks.” hawk shook his head, going back on his phone to text whatever random person he was texting.

as you finished studying, hawk decided that he’d leave since he’s rather hang out with “hot babes” than two losers. demetri was next, his mom called him over for dinner.

that left you alone in miguel’s room. you stood up and yawned, stretching as you walked over to miguel’s mirror.

there was a picture of him hanging by the mirror. you sighed, “hey miguel. did you know i’m like probably deeply in love with you it’s pathetic? yeah, i know you like sam and you’ll probably never wanna see me again but… i just thought you should know that.”

it really was useless in your opinion. the way you were always pining over him when he was already pining for samantha larusso.

you sighed, packing up your stuff and saying goodbye to miguel’s yaya.

the thoughts of miguel still pestered your brain as you walked across the street, looking for your headphones. no matter how hard you tried, they wouldn’t go away. you didn’t even notice the reckless driver in front of you.

it wasn’t until you heard the horn only a few inches near you that you were absolutely paralyzed.

your thoughts quickly faded, chills ran through your body, and as much as you tried, you just couldn’t move out of the way.

was this really it? were you about to die without telling miguel how you felt? the butterflies he incinerated inside you?

a pair of arms swooped in, your legs left the ground and a small yell escaped your lips.

you landed on the sidewalk in front of your building. “holy shit! oh god, what the hell?” your breathing got faster and you felt like you could faint right here, right now.

your eyes darted in front of spider-man, who had his hamds around your waist. “(y/n)! are you alright? that was really close!”

your eyebrows furrowed and you nodded, feeling something extremely familiar about spider-man. “yeah! i think i’m alright- wait, how do you know my name?”

spider-man froze, “well uhh- oh! i know your friend, miguel! i’ve heard lots of good things about you.”

an idea clicked into your head, “oh, you know miguel? tan skin, dark curly hair, and extremely handsome?” you fought the smirk that threatened to form your lips.

“y-yeah! yeah, that’s him! you think he’s handsome?” he asked.

you nodded, “totally. he’s so handsome, intelligent, and charming. but don’t tell him i told you that!”

spider-man nodded in reply, “of course! your uh, your secret’s totally safe with me.” he chuckled.

you heard a gunshots and sirens coming down from the street. “i gotta go! just stay safe and look both ways before crossing, okay?” spider-man yelled as his hands ripped from your waist.

“bye spidey! thanks for saving me!” you waved, watching as the masked hero swung away.

maybe you were a bit woozy from almost getting splattered across the street but you were 100% sure of this.

miguel diaz was spider-man.

memories - m.d. 

summary: reader is a songwriter that’s reminiscing about their favorite memories with miguel. 

requested: yes! (woo!!)

pairing: miguel diaz  x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, soft miguel

w/c: 531 words

a/n: i refused to make this concept just headcannons, i was too excited to write it. it kinda steers away from the main concept, hope that’s alright! 

a/n 2: bold and italics are memories/flashbacks !!

The room was filled with only the sounds of you writing in your journal. You were sparked with a sudden burst of creativity, reminiscing the early days of your relationship with Miguel.

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balance - m.d.

summary: headcannons about miguel dating an s/o similar to maddy (euphoria)

requested: yes! (woo!!)

pairing: miguel diaz x reader

genre: pinning ? not sure 

w/c: 320 words

a/n: i feel like i’m so bad at interpreting certain characters so forgive me if it’s nothing like maddy :p

Miguel would crush from afar.

Your confidence and popularity intimidated him. He would be a stuttering mess every time he had to talk to you.

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Parent Trap

Tagged: @jo-monty

Request: Johnny Lawrence and the Reader had been married for years; even had a son, Robby. The two end up separating due to Johnny’s drinking and unreliability. But over the years Johnny and Reader are still completely in love and the Reader completely refuses to admit her feelings towards Johnny. Until Robby, Miguel, Hawk, and Demetri invite the Reader to dinner at Johnny’s place. Will the Reader finally admit her feelings or leave with even more bitterness and hurt feelings?

Word Count: 4.2k (sorry got real carried away with this one lol)

Warnings: !!!ANGST!!!, cursing, talks of alcoholism and separation, and I think that’s it??

!!!ALSO NOT PROOFREAD!!!

I will proofread tomorrow so ignore spelling and grammatical errors for the time being 😅

Characters Involved: Johnny Lawrence, Reader, Robby, Miguel, Hawk, Demetri

Couple Pairing: Johnny Lawrence x Reader

A/N: Hey, sorry this took forever lol forgive meee!!! 😅 I hope you don’t mind I just changed a few minor details. I really enjoyed writing this one. This request was awesome and thank you for the request! 🥰 I hope you enjoy reading! ❤️

“Robby, get up, it's time for school!” You yell at your son from the kitchen.

You hear heavy footsteps approaching in the kitchen, you look up and see an extremely sleepy Robby take a seat at the counter.

“Morning. Got any coffee?” Robby says after he rubs his face.

“Honey, you do know that it’s almost 8am, right? You shouldn’t be this tired,” you chuckle at your son as you pour him a small cup of coffee.

“Mom, you do know that I have more important things to do than sleep, right?”

You hand him his coffee and look at him trying to hold back your laughter, “And what is that? You know, besides your video games.”

Robby hadn’t expected you to rebuttal his statement and he clearly had no clue what to say so he changed the subject, “So, are you going to dinner tonight?”

“To your Dad’s?”

Robby smiles, “Please come!”

You shake your head, “No, there’s no way I’m going. I’ve got plans.”

Robby chuckles, “Oh yeah? What plans?”

“Two words. Couch, TV.”

Robby rolls his eyes, “No. You’re coming tonight. I know you two have your differences but please! I would like to sit down and eat dinner with both parents,” he breaks out the puppy dog face and it always causes your heart to melt.

You wanted to stand your ground and tell him ‘no’ but you just couldn’t when he pulled that face on you, “Fine. I’ll go.”

You and Johnny had gotten divorced when Robby was pretty small. He doesn’t necessarily remember you two ever being together as a family. You and Johnny did have your differences but you two didn’t really hate each other like the other divorcee’s. You and him relatively got along; the only reason you two separated was because you couldn’t handle Johnny’s drinking problem and him 9 times out of 10 being late to pick Robby up for school. You can admit that Johnny wasn’t an extremely involved father with his son. You tried your best to make Robby believe that he was an outstanding father because you couldn’t handle the thought of your son carrying the thought that he was a burden to his dad. Robby adored Johnny all because of you. Robby adored you as well; but you could tell that it was eating him up that you two weren’t together.

Robby had tried countless times to get you two to reconnect and sometimes it worked. For a while you and Johnny were constantly on and off; but it got to the breaking point when he would sink back into his drunken stupor. Robby was almost seven years old. You would come home from work after picking Robby and seeing Johnny passed out on the couch. Once you got in you would make Robby a sandwich and pour him something to drink and you would wait for Robby to go to his room.

“Johnny! Wake the hell up!”

You got no response from Johnny.

Your voice gets louder, “Johnny!”

Still nothing.

That’s when you say fuck it and get a glass of cold water and pour it on him causing him to jolt awake.

“What the hell!” Johnny exclaims, “I was sleeping. What’d you do that for?”

You cross your arms, “You’re joking, right?”

Johnny looks at you confused, “What?”

You scoff, “Did you forget that you have a family? A son? That you needed to pick up from school today?”

Johnny’s eyes widen at your statement, “Oh my God, I’m–I’m–”

“Sorry? Really? Oh yeah, ‘sorry’ is definitely gonna fix it. Do you know how many chances I have given you?”

“Babe–”

“No. I’m not–” you sigh and run your fingers through your hair, “I’m not doing this again. I can’t do this again.”

Before Johnny could say anything else you head to yours and Johnny’s room and pack your stuff. There was a part of you begging for him to come in and talk to you; to beg you to stay, but he never did. Your eyes start to well up with tears. You hold them back from falling because you didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction. After you finish packing your things you head into Robby’s room and pack his things with him questioning you what’s going on. You give him the excuse of spending the night at your parents house for a sleepover and Robby got all excited to spend the night with his grandma and it broke your heart knowing that he will never get to enjoy being a true family with his dad again but sometimes it was what’s best. You let Robby hug his dad goodbye and say “I love you.”

You go and get Robby settled in the car while Johnny just sits there on the couch almost comatose from his surroundings. You head back inside to get your last bag of things and you decide to stop in the doorway and say, “So that’s it?”

Johnny slowly looks up at you with dreary eyes, “Please.”

“I can’t fix you, Johnny. I’ve tried. So many damn times but I can’t fix you.”

“Please stay. Please,” Johnny’s voice cracks.

You almost thought about staying with him. Did you really want to leave him like this? Could you be so cold hearted? You decide with the latter and do what’s best for your son so you say, “No. This time you need to fix yourself. Good luck.”

You close the door in his face and leave. Your parents helped you find a new home for you and Robby. Eventually Robby started questioning why you two weren’t going to Johnny’s and you had to break the news to him which was devastating. He cried for what seemed like forever and it killed you on the inside but you knew deep down that he would eventually understand.

You and Johnny went without contact for about six months until he showed up on your doorstep. You heard a knock on your door and you were greeted with a 50% sober Johnny Lawrence.

You automatically get defensive due to the walls you had built up, “What do you want, Johnny?”

“Y/N, listen I–uh–” Johnny rubs the back of his neck nervously and continues, “I’m sorry. I fucked up.”

You almost laugh at his form of apology. He was never good with words.

“Yeah, you did. You broke us.”

“Listen, I’m sorry. I’m getting better. I am. I love you, please come back.”

Those words. They stung. You felt your heart ache. You had started to feel hope. Maybe he was getting better. Maybe you could come back. Maybe you could be his again.

You decided to go against your heart and go with logic, for your son, “Good. Glad you’re figuring your shit out.”

You see Johnny withdraw away from you, “Yeah.”

You almost shut the door in his face wanting to run away from the situation but you hold out a little bit longer, “I hope the road of recovery treats you well, Johnny. Bye.”

You start to shut the door but he stops it.

“If I can’t see you can I please see Robby?”

“Johnny, I–”

“Listen, maybe not today. But soon? Just think about it?”

You give him a small smile and can’t help but give in a little bit, “I’ll think about it, okay?”

Johnny smiles and you almost melt on the spot but you still hold your ground not changing your stern expression towards him and he says, “Thanks. Just give me a call when you decide, okay? He doesn’t have to spend the night or anything. I know you don’t trust me right now. I just– I wanna see him.”

You nod your head, “I’ll call you when I decide, Johnny.”

Johnny nods his head and leaves in silence. No goodbye’s or I love you’s just nothingness. You feel the pain in your heart as he walks away. You wanted him to turn back around and sweep you off your feet but unfortunately he didn’t. He just drove away leaving you standing in your doorway alone.

After a few weeks you give Johnny a call and he answers, “Y/N!”

“Johnny,” you almost gasp at his voice holding back your tears.

“Have you decided yet?” Oh, he really wanted to get to the point.

“It’s a yes. But on a few conditions.”

You hear Johnny sigh, “Those are?”

“Absolutely no alcohol. No smoking. And not too much junk food, alright? It’ll be evenings after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays because I work late on those days. I’ll swing by after work. We will start there, is that okay?”

You can practically feel and see Johnny’s smile through the phone, “Deal.”

“Johnny, you’re responsible for picking him up from school, feeding him something other than fried bologna and giving him something other than soda, got it?”

“Yes, Y/N. Ya know, you’re kinda a buzzkill.”

You chuckle, “Don’t push it.”

You hear Johnny laugh a little over the phone causing you to feel a tear stream down your cheek but you kept your sobs within. You two say your goodbyes and you finally let go. Robby was at school so you were alone. This was one of the first times you had let yourself feel the actual pain of losing your true love. You had been in denial and in hiding for so long but now you were finally able to feel the pain and let it out.

That next Tuesday you got off work with no calls from the school despite you sweating it all day and you arrive at Johnny’s and are apprehensive to knock on the door. This was once your home but now you felt like a stranger. Before you can knock you can hear Johnny and Robby laughing it seemed like they were laughing at something, probably a movie you thought.

You knock on the door and you hear the boys go silent causing you to smile and Johnny opens with a beaming smile, “Hey, Y/N. How was work? Come in.”

You weren’t ready to come in yet so you decided to stay outside, “Oh, work is work. I’m honestly pretty tired. But thank you. Really, thanks.”

Johnny’s smile falters a bit but he understands you. He knew that you weren’t one to open up a lot or very often.

“Yeah, sure. I get it. Robby get your stuff, buddy.”

You hear Robby whine while he’s packing his stuff saying, “Do I have to go home? Really?”

You chuckle at him, “C’mon Robby.”

You see him approach the doorway with his puppy dog eyes and he asks, “Can I sleepover soon?”

Johnny answers before you can, “Maybe soon. Okay?”

You decided to let Johnny handle that one because Robby was gonna see you as the bad guy this time and go against anything you said.

Robby nods his head and gets in the car. You look back at Johnny and you see him looking at Robby.

You put your hand on Johnny’s shoulder which you regretted as soon as you did it but you say, “Soon. He can spend the night. Just keep up the good work,” you force a smile on your face.

Johnny says confidently, “I’m getting better. I promise.”

You remove your hand, “Good. I’ll see you Thursday, okay?”

For a while Johnny and Robby hung out on Tuesdays and Thursdays and then it became on Wednesdays too; eventually it was one weekend out of the month. Then slowly progressed to every other weekend. From then on Johnny was a prominent figure in your son’s life and you were happy about it. Robby was a good kid and you knew he would be able to handle the joint parenting. You and Johnny had gotten closer over the years with you actually being able to step back into the house and sometimes join them watching a movie. You never really let Johnny back in though. You had set boundaries for yourself and for him and he never dared cross that line. Sometimes you wanted him to though. Silently begging him to touch your hand again or to look you in the eyes with the same adoration that he always had but you kept pushing him away and he just accepted it; which wasn’t the usual Johnny way. But for some reason he respected your limitations. He always did.

“Mom?” You hear Robby say.

“Yeah?”

“So you’re coming to dinner tonight?”

You nod your head, “Uh, sure.”

“Cool! I’ll call dad. I also think Miguel, Hawk, and Demetri are coming too!”

You look at Robby with shock, “Them too?”

“Yes, mom. I already asked Dad. He said it was fine!”

“Great! The more the merrier, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. Listen, I gotta go. I’ll see you at Dad’s?”

Robby runs up and gives you a quick hug and you say, “Yeah, sure honey.”

After you hear the door close you say to yourself, “Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? I mean seriously.”

At school Robby runs up to Miguel, Hawk, and Demetri, “Guys!”

The three of them all say, “What?”

“She’s coming to dinner! Parent Trap is happening!”

Hawk and Miguel exclaim, “Awesome!”

But Hawk says, “So this means your mom is completely off the table?”

Robby grimaces, “Dude, ew. She’s always been off the table.”

Miguel lightly hits Hawks chest and says, “Dude. Why?”

Before they can start arguing Demetri asks, “I mean, that’s super awesome. But–uh–guys? We literally have no plan?”

Causing the other three to roll their eyes at him with Hawk explaining, “The plan was to get them back together? Like eating dinner together?”

Robby adds, “Plus we can’t completely plan an entire conversation. It never works out the way you want it to!”

Miguel also adds, “Yeah, dude. I know the whole ‘the world is doomed’ thing is your schtick but let’s celebrate one step at a time!”

Demetri puts his hands up surrendering, “Fine! I’ll shut up,” and he looks at Miguel and narrows his eyes at him, “For the record, I never said ‘the world is doomed.’”

Hawk laughs, “Dude, you literally said that like fifteen minutes ago.”

The boys chuckle and head on to class once the bell rings.

Cut to you getting ready at the house, well, struggling to get ready. Practically your entire wardrobe was strewn across the floor; you silently having a crisis on the floor.

You had no idea what to wear or if you should do your hair or your makeup. You had no clue.

Wait, why did you care? Why did you care about how Johnny Lawrence saw you? He’s seen you at your worst and you’ve definitely seen him at his worst.

You do some light makeup, jeans, t-shirt, and leave your hair down just for the dramatic effect.

You get to Johnny’s and you see Miguel, Hawk, Demetri, and Robby waiting outside for you and you get out of the car and say, “Uh–why aren’t you inside?”

Robby says, “We were waiting for you!”

“Okay, excited?” You question.

Hawk says, “Hey! I’m Hawk,” he reaches out his hand to shake yours and you shake his. Seeing a slight blush come up on his cheeks.

You chuckle, “Hey, Hawk. We’ve met before.”

Robby and the boys give Hawk a slight death stare with Miguel subtly facepalming.

“So, mom,” Robby clears his throat which was clearly a warning towards Hawk, “Anyway, dinner is almost done.”

Miguel says, “Yep! We just finished setting the table!”

You look at them puzzled, “Okay? Thank you.”

Demetri sarcastically adds, “And just finished cleaning up his place too. Jeez, pigsty.”

You hear Miguel whisper to himself, “Oh my gosh, disaster.”

Robby looks at you distressed but tries to play it off as a joke, “HA! Nice one Demetri! Sure here with the comedy, huh?”

The boys start fake laughing and you still confused ask, “Boys. What’s going on? Why are you being weird?”

Hawk tries to cover, “Not us? Weird? Never. Come on. Let’s go inside.”

“Wonderful idea!” Miguel quickly turns around and leads the way with you following suit.

You all walk in and you see Johnny putting the spaghetti on the table. The sight of Johnny actually trying made your heart sink and flutter simultaneously. You hated to admit it but you still loved him.

He looks at you and smiles, “Hey! So, I uh, cooked dinner!”

You laugh, “Sure did!”

You walk up to the table and only see two plates.

You ask, “Okay, two plates?”

Johnny says, “They said it’d be a good idea.”

You look back at the boys and you see them nodding their heads at you.

“Robby? What’s going on?”

Robby says, “Enjoy. You deserve it.”

You are dumbfounded by his answer. You had absolutely nothing to say so you unwillingly took your seat.

You quickly see that boys were going to be waiting on you two causing you to chuckle a bit. The leagues and bounds they’d go through for Robby was extremely endearing.

The first to approach you two was Hawk, “Bread of the garlic variety, ma’am?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Sure, Hawk.”

Hawk puts a piece on your plate and a piece on Johnny’s without asking, making you and Johnny chuckle. Next in line was Miguel with wine.

“Wine?”

You agree and Miguel pours you some.

He walks over to Johnny and pours him some water refusing to give him alcohol and leans down to whisper in his ear, very loudly, you’d admit, “Make conversation with her, Sensei.”

Johnny pats him on the arm and whispers back, “Got it. I can handle the ladies just fine.”

Miguel snickers, “Sure you can.”

Demetri walks up with a bowl of salad and sits it down and he smiles at you which is very rare. You don’t think you’d ever seen him smile before.

Last but not least was Robby. He was tasked with serving the spaghetti which he wasn’t very good at. But you and Johnny watched him intently, not trying to make him anymore nervous than he already was. He finally got the hang of it and served you two.

“Bon appetit,” he bowed to you and Johnny; you both thanked all the boys for the hard work, and the three of them went into his room to try to listen to your conversation.

Before you take your first you ask, “Johnny, what’s this about?”

Johnny looks at you, “I wanted to talk.”

“You wanted to talk?”

“Yeah. You never wanted to talk to me. I needed something to push you.”

You scoff, “So you used Robby?”

“Please don’t make a big deal out of this. Robby is the one who came up with the idea, okay?”

You calm down a bit not wanting to push him away so soon, “Fine. I’m listening.”

“Y/N– I’m just gonna get to the point– I still love you.”

“You still love me?”

Johnny clears his throat, “Yeah, I do.”

“Why haven’t you told me this before?”

“I knew you’d be like this but Robby wouldn’t listen.”

“Yeah, Robby wasn’t exactly old enough to remember the emotional scarring you caused,” you feel the tears again.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I can’t change the past. I wish I could,” Johnny looks down away from your eyes and you say sternly, “Look at me. When you’re apologizing. Look at me.”

Johnny quickly looks back up at you and quietly says, “I’m sorry.”

You slam your hands on the table from anger, “For years! Years I dealt with you, Johnny. The constant failure to be a father to our son! You have no clue what it was like to be a single mother.”

Johnny nods his head and his voice cracks, “I– I know.”

“No! You don’t know. You don’t.”

“Please forgive me. You don’t have to take me back. I’m a piece of shit, alright? But for your own sanity please forgive me.”

“For my own sanity? For my own fucking sanity?”

That’s when the boys enter the kitchen and you look up at Robby and you see his face. Sadness and your heart completely fell.

“What’s going on?” You hear Miguel asks disappointedly.

“Nothing, guys. It’s nothing,” Johnny waves them off.

“Yeah, it’s nothing,” you fold your napkin and lay it on the table, “I think I should be going. Thank you boys for the lovely dinner. I appreciate it.”

You walk up to Robby and kiss him on the head and you say, “I love you, honey. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

You smile at the others and quietly say thank you and leave.

Leaving Johnny and the boys in awe.

Demetri says, “So, we needed a conversation plan.”

Johnny says, “She hates me.”

“Dad, no. She doesn’t.”

The boys crowd the table around Johnny with Robby taking a seat.

Miguel says, “Sensei, this may sound crazy but I think she reacted like that because she still loves you.”

Hawk adds, “Could be. I react with anger too. Especially when I love somebody.”

This causes Johnny to look at Hawk and he says, “Yeah, because you’re a douchebag.”

Robby cracks up at Hawk's shocked face but Hawk nods in agreement; thinking through all of his questionable actions.

“Dad, you’ve gotta admit. You weren’t the best husband for a while there, you know?”

Johnny says, “I know. I was horrible. I just– I want her to be happy,” Johnny couldn’t believe he had said that. He only used to care for himself, or so he thought. He had tried to forget her for so long denying the fact that he has been in love with her through all these years and he knew she felt the same.

Johnny says, “I need to tell her.”

Robby looks at his friends as they are looking at Johnny not knowing what to say and then he also looks at Johnny and says, “Then go get her, Dad!”

Johnny automatically gets up from the table and grabs his keys and before he opens the door he turns back around and asks, “You guys got the kitchen, right?”

“What? Are you kidding me?” Demetri whines.

He feels Robby elbow his arm and he says, “Of course, Dad. We got it!”

Hawk and Miguel reluctantly agree and Johnny quickly says, “Yeah, thanks!”

Johnny opens the door to you standing there getting ready to knock.

“Oh, shit. Hey!” Johnny says.

“Hey,” you say.

“I’m guessing you heard all that?”

“Uh–yeah? Paper thin walls,” you give him a small smile, “I even heard you call Hawk a douchebag.”

“Hey! I’m not a douchebag!” Hawk exclaims.

“Yeah, dude, sure you’re not,” Demetri says sarcastically.

“Shut up, nerd!” Hawk argues back.

“Make me, asshole!” Demetri rebuttals.

“Guys!” Robby quiets them.

You and Johnny chuckle at the boys' arguments and look back at each other.

“So,” Johnny says.

“So?” You ask.

“I’m sorry.”

You look at him for a second debating on if you should forgive him. After all of these years of hating him and shutting him out. Building up your walls against him. Trying to mask the pain that he’s caused you. Pretending that everything was fine for your son. You had completely forgotten about yourself over the years and now it was your time to let it out.

“Johnny, you broke me. You broke my heart. It’s been hard. I blamed you for so long. ‘Hated’ you for a long time. But I can’t hate you anymore.”

“I–I know. I am so sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry. But you changed. And you stuck to it.”

Johnny says nothing but nods his head.

“I can’t thank you enough for that. Giving me a piece of mind.”

“I really tried. I tried for you and Robby. Because I love you, and I love our son.”

You didn’t know if you were ready to admit it yet. You were still afraid to be completely vulnerable with him expecting the worst to happen but for right now you let it go.

“I love you, Johnny Lawrence. I never stopped.”

Johnny smiles, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You and Johnny stand there for a second taking in the moment until you hear Hawk yell, “Okay! Now kiss!”

You hear Miguel say something snarky to Hawk but you two ignore it and finally kiss for the first time in years. It had felt like you two had never grown apart; like the spark never died. It was like you two had never separated. The love had always been there but you had hid it away for so long in fear of being hurt again. You two separate and catch your breath.

You hear Robby say, “You know, I was excited for this moment. Until I actually saw it happen and I’ve never felt so wrong.”

Miguel and Demetri chuckle with Hawk saying, “Ya know, I’m kinda into it.”

“Dude! Can you seriously not go there right now?”

“Yeah, right. Totally inappropriate.”

You and Johnny laugh at the banter and you two go back inside to help the boys clean the kitchen.

You weren’t exactly sure what this meant for yours and Johnny’s relationship at this point in time but all you knew was that you had your family back and Robby had his parents back together; and that made your heart feel full again.

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Miguel falling in love with a former black widow. 

summary: meet cute + extra headcannons

requested: yes! (woo!!)

pairing: miguel diaz x black widow!reader 

genre: friends to lovers (sort of) 

w/c: 516 words

a/n: it’s been awhile since i’ve watched anything marvel related so i apologize if anything is inaccurate. 

You would go to the All Valley Tournament to see why the city was so obsessed with the art of karate, or maybe to even criticize everyone’s moves.

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— one star motel

Pairing: Fem!Cobra Kai!Reader x Miguel Díaz

Summary: After their triumph in the All-Valley Karate tournament, it’s no surprise to anyone when the Cobra Kai Dojo is found underneath the spotlight. And with their newfound fame comes new opportunities — like being invited to participate in the State Championship. But when a traffic accident takes place and the team is forced to spend the night at a one star motel, it seems that Cobra Kai’s week long getaway may have a few surprises in store for the team — especially when it comes to the dojo’s star students, Miguel Díaz and Y/N L/N.

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, nothing that hasn’t been shown in the show already.

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: The fact that Miguel doesn’t even get half as much attention as other characters from the show has me dying… so this me creating more content for him. Also I’m a sucker for the there was only one bed trope so I guess this is happening!

The scalding summer heat burns against your back as you stride down the pavement, bag loosely hanging over your shoulder. The beat of Guns N’ Roses’ ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ drums through your earbuds, h/c hair tied into a messy ponytail to provide a temporary relief from the heat. You glance down to your phone, gnawing at the inside of your cheek upon seeing the time.

Only ten minutes before class begins. Meaning you have about seven to get to Reseda, and three to change into your gi that currently lies stuffed inside your backpack. A sigh leaves your lips involuntarily at the thought of having to run beneath the scalding sun.

“You want to learn karate? This is your chance!” A voice exclaims ahead of you. Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you furrow your brows at the statement. Your long strides come to a halt as you find yourself standing behind a group of two people handing out flyers. “Free karate lessons to anyone and everyone!” You reach to pull out one of your earbuds and shift your gaze towards the person currently turning to face you. “Learn at Miyagi-Do Karate-“

A pair of beaming blue eyes meets your fiery e/c ones, your frown shifting into a glare as recognition sparks in your gaze. The girl only sticks to her smile, it clearly faltering as she clears her throat. “Y/N, hi.”

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Cobra kai x Soft! Reader HCs

Request: None!

A/N: I wanted to write some preferences with a really soft, bubbly, and clingy reader who wants to take care of their S/O. I adore grumpy readers but I am the sappiest sap there ever was. So HERE YA GO!!! Also sorry for not working on requests. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 866 Words

Miguel Diaz

The cutest dynamic duo there ever was and will ever be

Yall are just balls of sunshine 

The Cobra’s act grossed out but you are their OTP

You two are joined at the hip bringing joy to the world

Yall NEVER fight

Sure you guys get into little spats but nothing major

SOFT PDA KING!!

Yall ain’t gonna be making out in public

 but hugs, kisses, holding hands, all the sweet things

OKAY, whenever yall hold hands he does that thing where he swings them back and forth!

Fixing his gi and giving him a good luck kiss before tournaments!

Just cuz Miggy is a sweetheart doesn’t mean he won’t absolutely throw down for you

If your ever getting teased Miguel is instantly beside you

The whole “this guy bothering you babe?” act

(which he’s actually?? Very good at??)

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