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[sassykio4fun]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: jake catches tsu’tey fixing your bow and implores him to tell you how he truly feels 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: tsu'tey x fem!reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff

jake walked towards tsu'tey who was sitting on the forest floor with your bow between his legs and a blade in his hand. he was cutting away at the wood of the bow as he acknowledged jakes presence with a grunt.

'what're you doing?' jake questioned in a singsong voice; knowing all too well what tsu'tey was doing.

'the bow is too big for her.' he muttered as his focus stayed fixated on the weapon in front of him. 'i am making it smaller.' jake watched him continue to work on your weapon as he decided to sit down next to him.

'yeah, your weapons aren't very human friendly.' he started. 'not much is. yesterday, i saw her trying to drink from a cup, it looked like a bucket in her hands.' he thought back to the sight with a chuckle. tsu'tey finally looked towards jake with a considerate expression laced on his features.

'i should make her a cup.' he thought; out loud. jake laughed at the warrior. back on earth, there was a word to describe him; and that word would be whipped.

'you could just tell her how you feel, y'know.' jake suggested as tsu'tey narrowed his eyes at him.

'i do not know what you are talking about. i am just being nice.'

'you're never nice.' jake scoffed as tsu'tey scowled at him.

'not to you.' he muttered, causing jake to roll his eyes.

'not to anyone.' he corrected as tsu'tey said nothing in return; jake wasn't exactly wrong. 'seriously, you should tell her.'

it wasn't as though tsu'tey hadn't considered telling you how he felt; he was afraid. but, he would never admit that to anyone, especially not jake.

he used to hate the sky people for all the pain and destruction that they had caused, but you were different. you were warm and kind; you showed interest in the na'vi and the omatikaya. you showed interest in tsu'tey.

at first, he had found it annoying. the way that you would persistently ask questions. the way that you would constantly observe; writing in your notebook at any given chance. but over time, he grew fond of your curiosity. he would spend more and more time with you, educating you on the way of the na'vi; and he enjoyed doing it. it was the inquisitive look in your eyes that he began to fall in love with; the excitement in your voice when you would learn something new.

tsu'tey hadn't even noticed the smile that had formed on his face until jake teased him.

'brother, you're smiling just thinking about her!' he pointed out as tsu'tey huffed, turning away from the avatar, but jake quickly shuffled to sit in front of him. 'what are you so afraid of?'

'i am not afraid.' tsu'tey snapped; but the hesitance in his voice told a different story. jake looked to him with knowing eyes as tsu'tey put the weapon down and sighed. 'she would not want to be with me.' he spoke; his voice uncharacteristically sad.

'no, you're right.' jake started as tsu'tey looked to him with a defeated expression. 'why would she want to be with the fiercest warrior in the clan, that is sought after by almost all of the women? i mean, it's not like you're next in line to be olo'eyktan or anything.' jake spoke sarcastically as tsu'tey couldn't help a smile from tugging at his lips. jake lightly punched tsu'teys shoulder. 'hey, you should tell her.' he encouraged as tsu'tey picked up the weapon once again.

'when the time is right…' he trailed off as he continued to carve your bow. '…she deserves only the best.'

© 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐟𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 | 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨��𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[sassykio4fun]

Thinking about Rafe holding your hand for the first time. It would be over your first date, on the walk around the harbour under the pretty starlight. He has his arm snaked around your waist, but he wants more, he wants closer and so his hand slowly trails down your arm until his fingers brush yours, slowly opening them up and intertwining them with yours. Your hearts skips a beat and your cheeks heat as you can’t help but gaze down at your hand laced in his and your eyes shoot up to his, finding him already looking at you, a content smile playing on his lips.

“This okay pretty girl?” He murmurs after lowering his face towards your ear, his breath leaving goosebumps all over and everywhere, as he gives your hand a small squeeze, your thoughts clouding over from the gesture.

“More than okay.” You smile timid and bashful, the way you light up with your words making him smirk proudly, as after all he’s your date, he gets to hold you and feel you and you’re one step closer to becoming his most prized possession, his sweet girl.

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you're gonna go far | 7

pairing: jake sully x neytiri x tsu'tey x fem!human! reader summary: a scientist arrives on pandora (unwillingly) a year after the exile of the rda. now she must deal with the likes of a clan leader, a great warrior, and a thanator rider. . . word count: 9.5k

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“Sully, pour that alcohol again and I will stab you.” You hissed, body flinching whenever he took the now bloodied rag and pressed it to your injured shoulder.

A faint smile flashed across his face, “S’not my first time dealing with whiny patients. You can try though.”

“Don’t challenge me, dickhead. I will do it.” You hissed which made him chuckle.

“I believe you.”

Once the blood was finally cleaned off your shoulder, he grabbed some bandages and began wrapping your shoulder up. At this point, there was an unnecessary closeness between you and Jake that you were far too aware of at the moment. He was close to the point where you could see the star-like freckles across his skin, the eyebrows that furrowed together in deep focus, and the way his lips moved ever so slightly as if he were talking and yet no words left past his lips. Just small murmurs here and there.

You didn’t necessarily mean to stare for so long. Especially not long enough for his yellow gaze to connect with yours. You were just too dazed to even gather yourself right now. Hell, your body wasn’t as guarded as it usually was whenever you were around Jake.

Fortunately for you, Jake didn’t bring attention to it. “This should hold up until you bring the body back to the compound.”

He examined your shoulder and studied your face—possibly for more injuries. In the back of your mind, you realized that this was the first time you didn’t feel as small next to Jake. Only because you were in your avatar’s body for the first time in front of Jake. It was slightly jarring to what you were used to but it brought you some type of comfort. At least he wasn’t large enough to where he could crush you as easily as a bug.

“How’d you know it was me?” You found yourself asking him quietly, ignoring the feeling of wanting to crawl into yourself with how intense and unwavering his gaze was on you.

“What?” His response came from the rumble in his chest, his tail swishing behind him slightly.

You finally leaned away from him, feeling your back pressed against the wall behind you. “For all you knew, I could’ve been a random avatar lost in the forest. How could you tell it was me?”

He seemed to get at what you were trying to imply rather quickly, “You think I wouldn’t have saved you if I had known it was you?”

“No. I think you’re a jackass not heartless.” You shrugged, bringing your knee up to your chest. Jake snorted and finally scooted away until his back hit the wall across from you. You pressed your lips into a thin line, “How the hell did I end up trapped in a shack with you of all people?”

“Ouch.” His legs were a little longer than yours, so he managed to stretch to your part of the wall. His thigh nudging yours slightly. It was a tight space. “Norm said you were pretty blunt.”

Thunder rolled by. So loud to the point where it was nearly startling if not for the quieter rumbles from earlier. The silence that settled between the both of you was both uncomfortable and tense. Like there were unspoken words that you were unaware of.

What else was there to say when it came to you and Jake? Frankly, being stuck in a shack with him wasn’t the ideal situation you wanted to be in right now. But what choice did you have?

“What were you thinking?” He then asked you with a frown. Ah, there it is. You let out a breath, your annoyance visible enough to make Jakes's scowl harden. “You could’ve been killed goin’ out there in that weather. Especially with all those fucking creatures.”

You raised a brow, “And yet, you’re here too. We both were pretty much almost killed.”

“I could’ve fought them off. I, unlike you, was trained to.” He tried hard to appear worried and pissed at the same time. It was quite impressive compared to the usual unreadable mask he always wore around you. “You shouldn’t have endangered yourself like that.”

“I don’t know whether I should be flattered or insulted you care so much.” You mumbled, taking out your now dirtied dagger and examining the dried blood on the blade. “Frankly when it comes to you, I’m deciding to go with the latter.”

Jake stared at you for a moment, a beat longer, and then shook his head with a short scoff.

Another silence settled between you. You should’ve been used to it by now, with all the times he’d come to visit the baby in the tank room. There were several instances where there was a comfortable silence between the two of you. But now?

You didn’t understand what could’ve been different. Sure, the proximity wasn’t ideal but that didn’t mean the tension had to be tripled tenfold.

Another clap of thundered shouted through the skies when you finally decided to break the silence this time, “What were those things anyway?”

Jake examined your knife—or more so the blood on it—before responding, “They call them palulukan. They’re possibly one of the most dangerous creatures here. Usually, we tend to avoid them. My first encounter with them wasn’t so pretty. You killed one, right?” Reluctantly, you nodded honestly. He sighed, “Fuck. I don’t know whether to be impressed or pissed. But I guess when it comes to you, I prefer the latter.”

The taunt was obvious—you rolled your eyes heavily at it—but you watched him for a moment. The pain in your shoulder now dwindling to a constant throb somewhat added to your now-growing irritation.

Jake noticed, “What?”

You shrugged, “You’re confusing and inconsistent. Is that only reserved for me because I’m human scum or are you always this way—”

“Human scum, huh?” Jake scoffed in disbelief. “I used to be human scum, remember? Same human scum that saved your ass—”

“But you’re not human anymore.” You said simply. A fact that Jake couldn’t deny—or accept considering the flinch he didn’t bother hiding on his face.

“That’s not…” Jake cut himself off, another wince crossing his features. “I’m always going to be human at the end of the day. Doesn’t matter what skin I wear.”

Gently, you pressed the back of your head against the wall, the sound of the rain growing louder as you did. “And you’re accepted despite that. You’re one of the people. You are their great warrior—what was it again? Toruk Makto? Did I pronounce that right?”

“Toruk Makto.” He corrected, not meeting your eyes.

“Mmm, yeah you still sound American as fuck when you say it so I’ll have to ask Neytiri.” You hummed earning a small glare from the man. You brought your other knee up to your chest while examining the bloodied dagger. It wasn’t red but black, from the palulukan. “We’re not the same, Sully. Not even the same species—”

“If I hate you, it’s not because you’re human.” Jake interrupted, running a hand over his face. Strands of his hair stuck to his forehead when his hand sluggishly ruffled his hair up a bit. “Just as I know you don’t hate me because I’m Na’vi. I’m—I’m trying, okay? Is it so bad that I’m worried for your safety out of kindness? Would you rather I continue to be an asshole?”

“We tolerate each other at most.” You reminded him, beginning to feel the exhaustion catch up to you. “I don’t need you to worry about me. I have Norm for that. Other than that, I’m a big girl. I don’t need your or anyone else’s protection. I’ve been on my own for a while now. And I’ve dealt with a lot of shit. I’m not a rookie when it comes to this, Sully.” You sat up straighter, careful not to put any strain or pressure on your bandaged shoulder. “We’re colleagues. Let's start acting like it.”

Jake watched you for a moment. His face was restrained but not intense. Back to being guarded.

After a beat he allowed a small grin to tug at his lips, “Colleagues, huh? That’s progress I guess.”

“Progress from what?” You frowned. As far as you knew, that’s always been your relationship after you settled in on Pandora.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m walking on a bunch of landmines when I talk to you, you know.” Jake shifted a bit, that was when you noticed the subtle flinch of his body from the sudden movement. Drawing your attention to his body more so than his words. “I like to know that I’m at least on safe grounds once in and while. Believe it or not, Reeds, I don’t like fighting with you all the time—what are you doing?”

You had tucked your dagger away and went for grabbing the other med kit next to you and suddenly started crawling toward Jake, close enough so you could examine his body. But Jake grabbed your good arm—the one holding the med kit—and gave you a small glare, “You shouldn’t be moving—”

“Shut up, Sully, and let me look.” He blinked but reluctantly let go of your arm and allowed you to lean just a little bit closer. Carefully, you pressed your hand around his upper body, searching for the injury. His chest, upper arms, waist—that’s when he grunted. You navigated your hand gently around his waist, your poking becoming a lot less rough, knowing that this area could be tender.

When you finally felt a warm liquid and a lump on the side of his waist, you raised your brows at him accusatorily, “So you take care of me and don’t do anything for yourself? Didn’t take you for being so hardheaded.”

From the med kit, you grabbed a clean rag and reached for the half-full alcohol that he used earlier on you—only to wince slightly when you realized you were reaching with your injured shoulder.

You ignored the slight jab in your shoulder and tried reaching for the alcohol on the table, only for your arm to be snatched away from it by Jake’s iron grasp. You scowled at him as he raised a brow at you, “And you’re annoyingly stubborn. So I guess that makes us even.” With a roll of your eye, you moved to remove your hand from his grasp, only he held firm. Jake nodded to the alcohol, “Don’t be stupid and use your other arm, Reeds.”

Reluctantly, you placed the rag in your lap, reached for the alcohol, and held it up in front of him, “Happy?”

A grunt was his only response.

After pouring the alcohol onto the rag, you moved his arm to get a better look at the wound. It was an ugly gash but manageable.

You moved to press the rag against it but Jake’s grip on your arm tightened, stopping you. “I can do it.”

Ignoring him, you pressed the rag against the wound, earning a hiss from the man., “An arm for an arm. Come on, Sully, do you really expect me to just sit back while I know you’re bleeding?” Jake studied your face. That intensity returned and yet you still couldn’t figure out what exactly he was thinking at the moment. You glared, Kind of unfair you get to read me while you close your walls whenever I do it.”

At that, his ears rose as he grinned, “You’re tryna read me?” You rolled your eyes and pressed on his wound harder, earning a sharp hiss. “Bitch.”

You ignored him and continued cleaning it. Once you were satisfied with the cleaning of it, you brought out the bandages.

While you were working at wrapping the white wraps around his waist, something gentle fluttered near your ear.

At first, you ignored it. It was probably a small fly zipping around your ear unprovoked. But your attention was focused on the white bandages so you could zone it out pretty easily. Except the fluttering happened again, this time there was a warmth next to your ear and then a small tug on one of your braids. You looked up, finding Jake examining your braid. He had this concentrated yet far-away look on his face, the braid threading through his long fingers.

There was little space between you two again. You needed to stop ending up in this position.

But you were strangely curious as you allowed your eyes to lock for that brief moment before the next thunderclap. His heavy-lidded eyes lazily scanned your face, another frown tugging on his lips.

What was he thinking about? What were you thinking about?

And why were you so fucking close to him?

Once you were finished wrapping the bandages around his waist—which was kind of surprisingly difficult with how wide his waist was—you leaned away, taking the braid with you.

“Neytiri did it.” You mumbled quietly, tucking the braid behind your ear. You gave his side a gentle pat, “You’re all good now.”

Jake straightened his body and nodded, “Thanks.”

You scooted back to your spot, bringing your knees up in front of you. Jake was still watching you, this time curiously. Maybe just as curious as you had been staring at him before. The two of you just sat there for another moment. Letting the rain fill the silence.

“When you said we weren’t the same, maybe it’s true for the most part but we do have one thing in common,” Jake started, his legs moving back up in front of him, mirroring your position. “I lost my brother. He’s pretty much the reason why I came to Pandora in the first place. Burned his body and then a week later I’m hightailin’ it to this place. Taking my brother’s place…”

You bit the bottom of your lip, “Sorry about your brother.”

He shrugged, his face guarded again, “I would’ve been pissed if I was forced onto Pandora. I would’ve been rash, I would’ve destroyed my brother’s shit if he asked me to. I would’ve grieved anyway I knew how. Like you.” He chuckled, “But because I’m such a jarhead, it took me too long to see it from your perspective. I’m sorry.”

A hum left your lips as you pulled your knees closer to your chest, “How many times are you going to keep apologizing to me?”

He grinned a little, “Til’ I stop being a jarhead.”

“Mhmm.” The corner of your lip twitched. “You are kind of one, aren’t you?”

Jake chuckled and you hid your face in your knees.

Again, it was silent.

The storm went on.

“Thank you for protecting the baby. I didn’t get to say it last time.”

You shrugged, “S’nothing. Anyone would’ve done the same.”

“Humble and an asshole. A little contradictive, don’t you think?” Jake laughed.

His laugh was infectious, you realized. Your chest was a little lighter when you heard it. It echoed in the isolated shack and rattled your ears like reluctant music to your ears. The rain brought a sense of soothing, adding to his laugh. It was, in a sense, a wonderous melody. It was peaceful.

You’ve never felt at peace before.

Gently, you tugged at your braid, “It wasn’t anything heroic. Especially on my part…my mom’s—her forest burned down just before I found out she died. She left it to me and I failed her. Can’t shake that even now. Then the tank malfunctions, the baby could be in trouble, and all I can think about is ‘Fuck, don’t let me be a failure again’. It’s not humble. It’s not noble. It's completely selfish.”

A beat went by until his foot nudged yours. “I don’t care for the why. You still saved her. That’s all that matters to me.”

Thunder rolled by again.

You pursed your lips, “You still want me watching over her?”

Jake smiled, “Yeah. She’s pretty safe in your hands.”

And then he was leaning forward toward. And then that precious space between you had suddenly left. It was just because the shack was small. That was why.

He paused for a moment, considering his wound, before leaning close enough to grab the knife from your pocket and hold it up in front of your face. “You gotta get better with this.” He grabbed your wrist—and you let him—and wrapped it around the knife’s handle, “You’re good with your right, yeah? Always keep a tight grip on it and when you aim, go for the lethal spots.” He then guided your hand to the side of his head, “Temple.” He then moved it to his neck. “Throat.” And lastly toward his left chest, “And heart. Those are just some of the basics. Angular and quick movements. You gotta be sure of your attack—if you’re not, it won’t land and you’re as good as dead.”

You nodded, all too aware of his hand mostly covering yours. Eventually, he let your hand go with a grin. For a second, you twirled the knife before tucking it back in your pocket.

“Thanks, Sully—”

Suddenly, your body went limp.

And you opened your eyes to find your link bed opening.

With a large intake of breath, you sat up just as Norm appeared next to you, “What happened out there? The storm’s getting worse and I thought you’d be sensible enough to unlink but you hadn’t! Is there a good reason for this or did you simply want one of my veins to burst?!”

You winced and rubbed your ear, “Volume, Spellman.”

“No, what the hell, Reeds?! I was fucking worried!” He let out a breath and stepped back, “And now I have a stomach ache because of you.”

With a sigh, you finally got up from the link bed. “While I’m flattered, I need that energy lowered to a minimum.”

Norm sighed and leaned against the link bed across from her, crossing his arms, “Alright, I’m calm. So, what happened?”

“You sure you don’t need a cup of tea or something? Maybe a cracker—”

“Reeds.”

Eventually, you explained the events to Norm in a brief summary. Of course, his expressions were difficult for him to control—he easily became distressed as you told him everything leading up to getting out of your avatar’s body.

Once you were finished, he was knowing on his nails, “Well, you’re certainly lucky Jake was there. And since the avatar’s safe, you need to get to bed. Like I promised, your garden’s been taken care of along with the baby. All you need to do is go to bed.”

And Norm didn’t allow room for you to argue as he ushered you off to bed.

Fortunately, sleep came easy that night. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of the storm mixed with interacting with Jake and fighting off the palulukan all crashing down onto your body once you hit the pillow.

By the morning, you immediately went to the link room after shoving down the breakfast Norm made for you, your focus honed in on getting your avatar back to base.

“Stay with Jake,” Norm told you as you got in the link bed. “He kept you alive, remember that.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, Dad.”

When the link bed closed, you opened your eyes to find yourself back in the shack. The throb in your shoulder wasn’t missed but at least you weren’t cold. The blanket on your body wasn’t there before you unlinked but you appreciated the warmth it brought when you woke up.

Next to you, the door was open. There wasn’t any rain but from what you could see, the sky was still grey rather than blue. Another storm would come soon.

Despite the comforting warmth, you pushed the blanket off of you just as Jake ducked inside the shack, both your yellow gazes meeting. “We should head out before another one hits.

Seemed like he had the same idea.

With no argument coming from you, you took the hand he offered you and allowed him to pull you to your feet.

It was cool outside when you stepped out of the shack. Jake went ahead while you followed close behind. You may have been flippant before with Norm but you sure as hell wasn’t going to get lost again. Jake snuck a glance at you and chuckled. You glared at him.

The two of you kept going, you at this point had no clue where you were. And your tablet wasn’t working so you couldn’t look at the map or the coordinates you were given, just to memorize them in case you needed to come back to the shack for more restocking.

In other words, you had no choice but to follow Jake in a strange silence. A silence you didn’t feel like deciphering. At least for the most part, there wasn’t an uncomfortable tension between the two of you as there usually was.

“How’s your shoulder?” Jake asked, walking over a fallen tree.

You followed, “Still hurts but I can manage.” You tilted your head while staring at his back. His muscles flexed with every movement. “How’s your waist?”

The smirk was easy to imagine as he responded, “I’ve had worse.” He glanced back at you and grinned, “Thanks, Doc.”

You shrugged, stepping over a little creek, “If you had bled out, I would’ve been stuck with a body too  heavy to carry.”

“Asshole.”

There was a sudden shuffling in the bushes, causing the both of you to come to a complete stop.

“Oh come on.” You grumbled.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.” Jake hissed at the same time.

Whatever it was, it was big and coming fat. You took out your knife and Jake brought out his machete from his chest strap.

Only seconds later a bunch of pa’li came out of the bushes, all of them mounted by other Na’vi. Which—after you finally got over the shot of multiple horse-like creatures coming at you—you realized was led by none other than Tsu’tey.

Jake relaxed. You put the knife away but remained tense.

“Ma’ Jake!” Neytiri’s voice came first. Her pa’li stopped closer to Jake before jumping off and rushing toward him. Tsu’tey followed seconds after with a bow as they wrapped their arms around each other. A clear relief settled among the three of them.

You remained where you were, maybe inched away from them a bit until Neytiri's eyes fluttered open and locked with yours over Jake’s shoulder. “Ma’ tanhi?”

“Hi, Neytiri.” You offered with a jerkish nod.

She smiled at you—like she always did with that white crescent moon—but it quickly went away when Tsu’tey also happened to notice you. He moved out of Jake and Neytiri’s arms and stalked toward you. “Tsu’tey—”

Jake tried to catch his arm but missed.

Tsu’tey now stood in front of you as he hissed, “You should not be here!”

“There was a storm.” You replied dryly and simply. His nose flared as you continued, “Hard to get anywhere when you can’t navigate it—”

“You are to stay with your kind. I told you if I ever saw you here again—”

“You would kill me? Yeah, I didn’t forget. Good thing I was doing that before a whole herd blocked my path.”

Jake appeared next to Tsu’tey, placing his hand on his chest as he tried to get between the two of you. He spoke in Na’vi, nothing you could understand. Just certain words that were familiar from your lessons.

Neytiri moved to your side and carefully pulled you away from Tsu’tey so that there was enough space between the two of you. It was a bit comforting having someone at your side like that. You weren’t completely alone here.

It wasn’t like visiting with the Tsahik for the first time. This time—this time was different, wasn’t it?

Tsu’tey lifted his chin, backing up only slightly. He pointed behind him with his bow, “There is a dead palulukan not far from here.” Jake winced while Neytiri frowned. The warriors on the pa’li didn’t react but were staring intently at you, judging you. Nothing new there. “Was that you? Is that why you are covered in its blood?”

“I’m covered in my blood mostly if you hadn’t noticed.” You glared, ignoring the look Jake was sending you. “It attacked me and got a chunk of my skin with it. What did you expect me to do—“

“‘If you hadn’t been out here, it wouldn’t have had to die.” Tsu’tey scowled. His eyes glanced toward Jake’s bandaged waist and you could’ve sworn his face turned a dark shade of blue, “And now you’ve endangered my mate with your presence here!”

Jake stepped in the way of the angry leader, his hand back on his chest. “Hey, hey, listen to me. I’m fine, okay? She was alone and I decided to help her—it’s not her fault I got injured—“

Neytiri hissed in Na’vi, stepping in front of you so that Tsu’tey couldn’t get any closer. She looked particularly fierce as she spoke. Whatever she was saying made Jake wince and Tsu’tey appear even more pissed as he dragged his eyes back to you.

“No!” He yanked away from Jake’s hold and stepped around Neytiri as he growled toward you. “You’ve done enough, demon! All you and your kind do is cause destruction wherever you go! I should’ve killed you the moment your ship landed—just like the rest of your clan!”

This time you stepped forward until you and Tsu’tey were nearly nose to nose, “Then do it.” You replied quietly. He snarled but you never broke eye contact with him. “Kill me.”

Neytiri immediately protested in their language while Jake just stared at you.

Jake had decided then that you were unpredictable.

There was still grief hanging around you. That was all he ever knew of you whenever the both of you crossed paths. Then of course there was the anger that accompanied it. But it was always a sort of rash anger, similar to how he would’ve reacted if he had the time to process his brother’s death and if he could feel his emotions without being terrified of the outcome. Without being terrified of losing focus.

You on the other hand felt your emotions. Wore them even though your face didn’t show it most of the time. Jake hadn’t seen you in your avatar body until now and he could see it more clearly. In your human form, you were able to hide it well. Be almost deadpanned and robotic.

But in this form, it was hard to hide it. This body was too expressive for someone like you. Instead of drooping down, your ears were now pinned to the side of your head. Instead of practically limp, your tail lashed behind you as you stood before Tsu’tey, the challenging glint in your eye unmistakable.

Before you had just been a shadow of yourself—even when the two of you were together in that shack—but now?

Now you appeared as sharp as a spear. The last time he had seen this was when you snapped at him the other day.

But the other times it had always been directed at Tsu’tey. As if only he could bring out this hidden side of you—one that would’ve remained cleverly hidden if not constantly forced into a corner like a wild animal.

That’s what the two of you were. You and Tsu’tey. Wild animals. Ready to pounce at any second.

Good thing both Jake and Neytiri were long used to these unpredictable creatures.

Jake grabbed ahold of Tsu’tey’s arm, this time a lot more firmly than before. “Hey, hey,” His mate finally looked at him, fortunately allowing Jake to pull him away from you. “It’s already done. Let’s just go home.”

He then looked at you. Dried blood—both red and dark—on the left side of your ear and neck, glimmering yellow eyes—a warrior’s mask.

His chest felt strangely tight at the sight of you. “Easy, alright? I’ve got him.”

You blinked, finally realizing that Jake had been addressing you. Your eyes gazed at him and then down to his now joined hands with Tsu’tey. Right, they were mates. Just as well as they were with Neytiri.

Well, you had an inkling but never gave it much thought until now.

So you backed off. Of course, you had no chance of even fighting the man anyway. But you were somewhat still high on adrenalin. You believed you could do anything at the moment. Reckless or not.

Neytiri tugged and held onto your arm, drawing your attention away from the two, “I will take you back.”

“Neytiri—“ Tsu’tey tried but the look on the woman’s face quieted him instantly.

“I will take her back.” She repeated, almost daring him to say otherwise.

Tsu’tey huffed, lifting his chin. Finally, he backed off, allowing Jake to lead him back to the warriors on the pa’li. Neytiri made some sort of a whistle sound and her pa’li galloped toward her. She took her queue, connected it with its antenna, and got on. You grabbed her hand and got on behind her.

She kept your hand around her swollen stomach as she signaled the pa’li to move.

But Tsu’tey spoke first, “Arvok will go with you.”

A pa’li galloped next to Neytiri’s. On top was a younger male. He briefly glanced at you and nodded to Neytiri. She acknowledged him well enough—which sort of told you that they were familiar with each other. Come to think of it, the male—Arvok—looked like a younger Tsu’tey as you examined him closer.

Neytiri guided the pa’li forward. Arvok followed.

You had never ridden on one of these before so unconsciously, you held onto the nearest thing. Which was Neytiri’s waist. She didn’t seem to mind it, her hand that wasn’t guiding the pa’li rested on yours to make sure it was secure around her. You glanced over your shoulder to find Jake getting on a pa’li. Tsu’tey was saying something that you could not make out by how far you were away now.

Jake met your gaze. You pursed your lips and nodded his way.

Before you could see his response back to you, the trees covered your vision of them.

The ride back to Hell’s Gate was quiet but not uncomfortable. You felt safe somewhat and familiar. Being around Neytiri had that effect on you. You were so used to her presence that you almost missed it now that you had it. It was peaceful, in a way, around her. There was a point where you almost rested your head on her shoulder, just because you were so at ease around her.

And you missed this. You missed her.

“Why did you stop coming around?” You found yourself asking casually.

You couldn’t see her reaction since you were sitting behind her. After a long pause and a subtle look your way from Arvok, Neytiri responded, “I could not come for a while…but that will change.” She looked at you from the side, “I want to see your garden and what you’ve done so far.”

And it was nice to hear. You weren’t even really mad that she disappeared. You just always assumed she got busy with her clan. And then there was the subtle bump of her stomach that you felt under your hands.

She didn’t hate you either, it seemed. Surprisingly, neither did Jake.

Just Tsu’tey, which wasn’t much of a surprise.

“I can’t wait then.” You nodded.

Neytiri smiled at that.

It wasn’t long until you arrived back at Hell’s Gate. She steered the pa’li toward the compound where your garden was and the longhouse where you could put your avatar. You slid off and walked toward the garden, just to check on it. You knew Norm said he took care of it but you just wanted to see if they were doing well—just out of curiosity and slight worry.

Neytiri followed you as you started picking at the crops. They all seemed healthy and growing well. Norm did a pretty good job—which you weren’t surprised by since he always studied the Na’vi way. If anything, as much as you liked to make fun of him, you probably trusted Norm the most with it.

It seemed Neytiri was also content with the garden too. In the corner of your eye, you spotted Arvok hanging back, watching the two of you. While he looked similar to Tsu’tey, he didn’t wear the same scowl as him. Or judgment. That probably meant he was just better at hiding it.

“This one is limp.” Neytiri pointed to one of the crops a few feet away from you. “Needs more water and sun.”

You frowned, looking up at the grey sky. “We probably won’t have any of the latter for a while. I should talk to Norm about finding some covering for the plants or else they’ll drown.”

“I will come back tomorrow with something like that,” Neytiri said, standing. She glanced back to Arvok, you watched her expectantly. “For now I must return. But there will be another storm, ma’ tanhi. Be safe.”

You nodded, your chest warm. With that, Neytiri got back on her pa’li and followed Arvok back into the forest. The sound of their gallops slowly disappearing in the wind. After staying back for a bit to check more on your garden, you finally went to the longhouse and unlinked. Feeling a lot more at ease than you usually did.

Something was assuring about this feeling. Like for the first time in a long while, you believed that things were beginning to look up for you soon. You didn’t know why you felt this way but it was nice to just feel it.

And enjoy it before it disappeared from your grasp.

After your unexpected adventure through the storm had come to an end, you were able to finally get back to a semblance of normalcy with your schedule.

With that in mind, you began tending to your garden again.

Neytiri came back the next day with a large leaf meant to cover the crops. Of course, it rained again but it wasn’t as awful as it was last time. So because of the light rain, you spent most of the day covering the crops with Neytiri as she gave you more lessons in her language. Some words were a bit familiar while others were new and harder to pronounce. She then would explain more about life within her clan, what duties the People are required to do, and other ways they get food besides gardening such as hunting.

You took in most of the information while replanting some of your mushrooms with her guide.

“I am training to be the next Tsahik,” Neytiri explained next to you while planting new mushroom seeds. “Some day I will be taking my mother’s place and rule the clan with my mates. Tsu’tey is—”

“Olo’eyktan.” You hummed.

“Yes.” She nodded contently. “He took over after my father. Jake is Toruk Makto. The great warrior who led the clans to victory against the Sky People. They are both great men.” The proud look was unmistakable in her eyes and on her face. You observed it quietly and she noticed, a soft frown now on her face. “Tsu’tey has lost a lot because of them. That is why he is hard and does not want you here.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I know.” You dusted the dirt off your hands as a thought struck you, “What about Jake? He was human once. How did they become mates? How did you become mates with them?”

And just like that, the question for some reason brought a bright smile to her face. Wider than you expected. Sure, you knew she probably loved her mates—that’s no doubt—but this much excitement was quite a lot. Maybe you just weren’t used to showing love so freely or watching someone do it.

Neytiri grabbed one of your hands and squeezed it, “It is because we love him. He is ours and we are his. Ma’ Jake saved Tsu’tey and our clan. He has a strong heart and spirit. That is all that matters. His body did not change that.”

Again, you nodded. She was pretty much confirming what you already knew about them. Well, suspected. Ever since the three of them came to declare that all three of them would take Dr. Augustine’s baby and raise it as their own.

“It is the way here. For Great Mother to bless us with more than one mate.” Neytiri explained while playing with your fingers. “To make more of her children after losing so many. It is our gift to her. Sometimes three, most times four. We believe four is enough for Eywa’s approval.”

“Mmm, well, you’re almost there.” You pointed out, resting your chin on your knee.

Neytiri nodded with another smile, “Yes, we are.”

You then looked down at her swollen stomach, “How far along are you?”

“Nearly four months.” She looked down and rested her free hand on her stomach.

“Congrats.” Your lip twitched. At that, Neytiri’s face grew brighter for some reason. You didn’t mind it of course.

And you could’ve sworn she was the sun in all of this grey.

You also resumed checking in on the baby and fortunately, she was coming along well.

To be honest, you weren’t sure how long the avatar was pregnant, all you knew was that it was discovered.

It could be coming at any moment with how big the stomach was now and the heartbeat was as strong as ever. Actually, around this time, babies could probably hear and recognize voices.

That was where you found yourself the next day after tending to the garden with Neytiri. You stared at the tank for a bit, clutching the tablet to your chest with long contemplation. And you really contemplated.

Wondering just how stupid you would appear if you did this.

Well. No one’s here. Might as well try it. In the name of science.

You grabbed a nearby chair and sat in it.

Biting the inside of your cheek and mumbled, “Hi.” Of course, no one responded. You forced out more words. “You might be coming soon. You have um, a lot of people waiting—excited for you to be here.” You rested the tablet on your lap and cleared your throat nervously. “I’m-I’m just the scientist watching over you, don’t worry. You won’t have to listen to me for much longer. Your parents, well, even if I have my reservations about one of them—there’s no doubt that you’ve hit gold with these guys.” Looking down at the tablet, you brought up the recent ultrasound of the baby.

She had grown exceptionally. No longer a little dot on the screen. “I can’t lie, I’m kind of interested to see you. When you’re born. Did a lot of shit to keep you alive and that includes dealing with one of your dads.”

You would’ve laughed. For a while you were quiet, listening for any footfalls before you continued quietly, “I hope you’re born into a better life here. It’s a lot better than Earth. Trust me, you’re in good hands.”

It wasn’t so bad, you realized. Talking to her.

Plus, it was good for their brain and ears. At least that’s what you read. So, for the next couple of days, you came to the tank room and had a small conversation with the baby. It was always about different things. Your day, your garden, wandering through the forest with Neytiri. Whatever to keep yourself and the baby company.

“Mom loved kids,” You told her two days later after you first started talking to her. By now you were somewhat comfortable talking into the silence. “She probably would’ve loved watching over you. If the others hadn’t opted to take care of you my mom would’ve jumped at the opportunity in a second. She’s always wanted to be a mother, there would be no question about it.” Your fingers grazed the glass of the tank, biting the inside of your cheek. “Sorry, I’m not her. We’re honestly like night and day. Unfortunately, you’re stuck with the night. Hopefully, you’re not scared of the dark.”

Something in the corner of your eye moved. You stopped talking instantly and turned to find Jake entering.

With Tsu’tey right behind him.

You frowned and stood from your seat. Jake greeted you with a nod and a smile, “Hey, Reeds.”

“Sully,” You returned the nod, eyeing the other warily.

Tsu’tey just scowled at you before going to the tank. His face slowly softened into awe upon looking at the stomach.

You moved toward the doorway, “I’ll you the two of you alone with her—”

“What were you doing with her?” Jake asked from his spot at the tank. He stood near the chair you had sat in while Tsu’tey was on the other side of the tank.

“Nothing.” Your answer was too quick. And Jake, of course, noticed.

He grinned, “Come on, don’t get shy on me, Doc. I heard you talking before—were you perhaps talking to the baby by chance?”

Seeing no point in denying it, you shrugged and hugged your tablet, “She’s far enough along to be able to hear voices and such. Maybe even recognize them. I was simply feeding my scientific mind with a hypothesis.”

Jake made sure to show you he wasn’t convinced with the large smirk on his face. Though Tsu’tey frowned at you, “Why?”

At first, you didn’t know whether or not he was baiting you into another verbal fight. Jake was here at least, which brought you somewhat ease. At least he’d be able to get between the two of you in case things did go south. You hummed, “It’s to help build their memory early. Also, mothers usually form closer bonds with their children that way. We do that a lot back on Earth.”

Tsu’tey narrowed his eyes, “And you intend to bond with this child? That is why you were talking to her.”

Jake looked at you curiously then. You shook your head, “It’s not my baby to bond with.” Tsu’tey now looked unconvinced but eventually turned his attention back to the tank. You didn’t miss the thoughtful expression on his face—most would with how much scowling there was—but unfortunately, you didn’t. “You can try it if you want. It’s about time she meets her future folk.”

“We won’t be long, Doc.” Jake sent you a small smile.

You waved him off, “Take as long as you like. I was just about done anyway.”

The next day was spent protecting your crops from the rain which was a lot worse than it had been a couple of days ago. Neytiri wasn’t here today because she was hunting with her clan—which was fine, you could handle most of the garden yourself that day anyway.

Now usually, you’d unlink and go check on the baby, but you decided to save some time and run over to the tank room in your avatar body.

There, you found Jake sitting at the tank. Talking to the baby.

“—and I can’t wait to see you, baby girl,” His voice was soft as he smiled at the swollen belly. “Your mom and papa can’t wait for you to come and hold you for the first time…”

 He trailed off when he saw you standing in the doorway. For a moment he didn’t say anything. And in that same moment, you contemplated leaving him alone.

What stopped you was his grin, “Lookin’ more and more Na’vi every day, huh?”

You looked down at yourself curiously. Compared to your human form, your avatar wore a holey crop top that was now covered in a bit of dirt with shorts that were now rolled up above your knees. And if you had to guess, your hair was probably a bit wild—come to think of it, it wasn’t in a ponytail as usual. Except for hanging down your face, wet from the rain. You shook your head as you walked further into the room, “No, just a mess actually. Sorry if I interrupted.”

Jake shook his head, “No, you’re the doc after all. I took your suggestion and started talking to her and I think she’s becoming used to my voice—c’mere and look.”

Reluctantly, you walked toward him with the heart monitor behind you. He grabbed your arm and guided you into the spot he had been standing before.

You followed his gaze toward the stomach, “Every time I talk to her, the stomach shifts—” You looked at him to find a white grin on his face. “She kicks whenever I, Tsu’tey, or Neytiri talk to her. She knows who we are, it’s—it’s amazing.”

“She’s coming along.” You nodded in agreement as Jake moved to the other side of the tank. While watching the heart monitor, you glanced toward Jake, more specifically his waist which now appeared to be wrapped in long green plant strips. “How’s the wound?”

“Healing.” Jake nodded to your newly wrapped shoulder, “How’s that big guy over there?”

“Sore.” You sighed, taking a seat in the nearby chair. It was smaller than you but you managed to sit in it well enough. "But still alive surprisingly.”

There was a low rumble from him which you assumed was a hum. “Don’t strain yourself. It hasn’t been that long since that shoulder was bitten off.”

“Mhmm.” You mumbled, grabbing your tablet.

“Fine. Don’t listen to me. Just don’t come crying to me when your arm falls off.”

“Highly unlikely but I’m unfortunately flattered by your concern.” You mumbled dryly, not looking up from the tablet.

Jake grinned, adjusting his loincloth, “You’re welcome, asshole.”

Minutes later, Jake departed, leaving you with the baby. You got up from the chair and squatted down next to the tank to get a better look at the stomach. “Looks like it’s just you and me, little one.” You hummed at the name you gave her, testing how it felt on your tongue. “I figured it was better than calling you fetus.” After checking the heart monitor again, you continued, “I think you’re Jake’s favorite. Already stealin’ hearts and you’re not even out of the womb yet. Impressive, little one.”

It was subtle. The shift in the stomach. Right after you spoke.

The little upturn in your lip was subtle too.

It seemed the skies weren’t clearing up.

There was a lot of rain and a lot of dark clouds. You, while standing in your garden, looked up at the sky with a frown.

“Keep these covered,” Neytiri said, drawing your attention back to her as she was hunched over the mushrooms.

You nodded thoughtfully. Neytiri stood, tilting her head up to let the small drops of rain fall onto her face. Curiously, you mirrored her and for the most part, it was pretty peaceful. The rain dripped down your face, the cool water contrasting against your warm skin.

Finally, you looked at Neytiri to find her already looking at you, “Can you teach me more of your language?”

She blinked in surprise, “I am.”

“Yeah, I know, but I want you to teach me so that I can understand what the three of you say whenever you argue over me.” You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Just to at least get a chance to respond with the correct snark.”

Neytiri eyed you for a moment before nodding, “I will.” Thunder rolled by in the distance. “When the storm passes, ma’ tanhi. I must protect my clan first.”

You nodded instantly, “Of course. I can wait.”

When Neytiri left, you double-checked your cops before grabbing your bag to begin your foraging. While it was pretty windy and raining, you were still able to start your trek through the forest—but not too far unlike last time. No more overnight adventures, thank you.

You took your hunting knife and began cutting a few berries and vegetables, not too much to the point where you caused any damage. As you ventured further into the forest, you marked the spots you passed, just to make sure you’d have a way to get back in case you did somehow end up lost.

Traveling through the trees became easier the more you did it. It also happened to make your foraging a bit easier as there were more plants up in the trees than on the ground. Of course, you kept your portions fair, despite the thickness of the many plants and how greedy you were to grab them all. Fortunately, you had a lot of self-control.

By the time you filled your basket with more fruit, you moved to go back in the direction of the compound only to stop when you spotted something slumped near a creek. Something blue and long.

A body.

There was hesitance but your moral compass eventually won as you slid down the tree and crept toward the fallen Na’vi.

“Hello?” You whispered as you got closer. The body didn’t move. You knelt next to it—him. He was male from what you could, despite him lying on his stomach. Carefully, you turned him over, “Are you—”

The question died away when you saw the blood coming from his abdomen. And your eyes widened when you realized this male was from the other day. The younger version of Tsu’tey. What was his name again?

His eyes fluttered as he whimpered. Quickly, you pressed your hand against the wound, the basket of fruits and vegetables long forgotten.

He grunted.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” You whispered assuredly. With a racing mind, you ripped a part of your shirt and tied it around his abdomen to slow his bleeding. “What’s your name—Hey, stay with me. What’s your name?”

There was a croak from his mouth. You leaned closer to hear better.

Arvok.

Yes. Right.

Fuck.

“Please,” Arvok gripped your arm, desperately.

You nodded, “I’ll help you, okay? Just tell me where your home is and I’ll take you back to your people.” You stood, looking around until your eyes landed on a nearby pa’li.

It must’ve been his.

Carefully, you approached the pa’li. Of course, it was skittish but you continued forward carefully, remembering how Neytiri did it.

“Easy.” You assured, raising your queue. The pa’li didn’t move away from you. “Easy.” Eventually, you got close enough to connect your queue with its antenna. When the pa’li didn’t immediately recoil from your connection, you sighed a quick breath of relief and went back for Arvok, who was now watching you carefully. He must’ve recognized you too.

“You are the dreamwalker.” He said in English as you knelt beside him. “How did you—"

“Save your energy.” You told him as you carefully sat him up. He grunted from the movement but you pushed forward and got him to his feet, supporting most of his heavy weight on your injured shoulder. Didn’t mean his grunts stopped, “Sorry, sorry.”

Once you finally got him on the pa’li, you got on and grabbed his arm to wrap around your waist. “Hold tight, okay? I need your guidance so I know where to go. Do you, uh, do you understand me?”

He nodded against your shoulder, his breaths shallow.

At first, you thought it was the rain but your ears eventually twitched at the sound of bushes rustling behind you. A second later you could’ve sworn you heard the thwump of an arrow flying from a bow.

Arvok had heard it too, “They’re still here!”

Without thinking, you steered the pa’li around. The arrow came flying through the crowd of trees and barely missed you by a slice in your left shoulder—instead of hitting Arvok’s back before you had turned around.

“Straight head!” Arvok grunted against your shoulder. “Go! Now!”

You ordered the pa’li to book it straight. Whoever had shot at the both of you was now far behind as the pa’li galloped through the forest. At least that was what you hoped.

Now all you had to worry about was finding the clan. And the last time you went there was in a Samson. Which meant you probably wouldn’t make it until night came.”

At this revelation, you tried not to panic. You worried that Arvok wouldn’t have much time since he was bleeding too much and his breaths were getting shorter by the second. You were so worried it made you dizzy.

“You,” He croaked, drawing your attention back to him. “You—You were shot.”

You frowned and glanced at the small slice in your left shoulder blade. Compared to his stab wound it was just a cut at most.

“Don’t worry about me, okay? Just keep saving your energy. We’ll—We’ll get there in no time—just keep directing me.”

After a beat, he nodded into your shoulder.

And that was what the next few moments were like for a while. The sky was getting darker as time passed and the rain hadn’t let up in a while. If anything, it had gotten worse to the point where it was difficult to see ahead of you.

It was cold but despite that, your skin was warm and sweaty. Sometimes you shivered which only reminded you that you were only wearing a crop top and not something to cover your body. And yet Arvok was practically naked and he was worse off than you were right about now.

A sudden jerk launched you and Arvok off the pa’li and into the wet ground. A yelp left your lips while Arvok landed a few feet away from you. Your dizziness got worse, possibly from the sudden fall so it took you a moment longer to get up while blinking away the black spots.

You scanned the ground until you spotted Arvok lying a few feet away from you. As quickly as you could, you scrambled toward him and grabbed him by his arm, heaving him up and supporting his weight once more. Only this time you wouldn’t be putting him on a pa’li. It was long gone by now and you just prayed that you were closer to the Omatikaya Clan’s base.

“Sorry, I don’t know what happened.” You muttered to him. He said something in Na’vi but thankfully didn’t seem angry as he allowed you to practically carry him. “How far are we?

Arvok sluggishly took in your surroundings and forced out weakly, “Halfway.”

Exhaustion was catching up to you rapidly. Making it a lot more difficult to drag the male along with you. Your left shoulder—where the cut was—was throbbing.

You ignored it and pushed forward with screaming legs and arms. But you didn’t complain. This man had been stabbed and was bleeding out with your pathetic attempt at a bandage around his wound. Your problems were nothing in comparison.

The sky was dark. You weren’t sure where you were and Arvok was losing consciousness.

“No, no, come on, Arvok. I need you.” And for some reason, you weren’t feeling too well either.

You were becoming desperate. So desperate to the point where you were screaming for help. Screaming for someone—anyone to hear you.

It wasn’t long until there was a response.

Just as your legs were about to give out, there was rustling in the bushes again. You cursed.

But seconds later a few Na’vi suddenly came out on pa’li. Drawing their bows back.

“No! Don’t shoot! Please, I’m only here because I found him injured!” You quickly said, gesturing to Arvok who hung limply against you. “He’s bleeding, okay? He needs help!”

One of them spoke and got off their pa’li. This warrior pointed at you while speaking in Na’vi. You shook your head, “I can’t understand you—here.” You gave Arvok to the warrior. Another came to help and brought him onto the pa’li. By then you were practically drenched in blood and rain.

Now that his weight was off of you, your body began to tilt. You caught yourself and shook it off quickly just as another pa’li appeared. Instantly, you recognized the scowl on Tsu’tey’s face as he drew closer.

You had never seen him so livid, especially when his eyes landed on Arvok who was now slumped against one of the warrior’s back.

He leaped off and stalked toward you. This time there was no one to stop his approach. All you could do was stagger back and sputter out quickly, “I found him and brought him here—that’s all I did. He was really hurt and—”

Tsu’tey didn’t hear any of it. Instead, he yanked you by the arm, his grip as firm as steel. He seethed as the thunder clapped above you, “You’ve gone too far, demon—”

But you didn’t hear the rest. The world tilted violently, your shoulder throbbed and the black spots in your vision worsened.

For some reason, you couldn’t breathe as your body hit the forest floor. You weren’t in control of your body anymore. It moved on its own accord. Your muscles became stiff as you convulsed against your will.

You wondered if you’d unlink after passing out. How would your real body react to this?

Shouts and rain faded from your ears.

All that was left was silence.

And your racing heart.

heyyyyy. so for starters, happy late new years! i was thinking we would start off or finish january with a new chapter of you're gonna go far! and i went a little overboard again but hey, i think the sacrifice was worth it heheh.

hope you enjoy it and thank you all for waiting patiently!

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Hello everyone! I know I disappeared for so long, and I apologize. Ever since school started back up and with winter coming along, everything has been so hectic in my life. And tysm for over 100 followers omg!? That is incredible!

But, I do hope I can get back as much motivation as I had and get back into being more active. When I do, I will be writing for others, other than the kaulitz twins, seeing as I have been having major writing block with them. I may be getting into writing OC's.

Again I'm sorry for dissapearing, and ty SOSO much for the support, and hopefully I'll be back with another work in the near future.

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Heyyy, can you do part 3 of street racer tom x street racer reader ? I really like your work !

Hi, tysm! Rn nothing comes to mind on what to write next for competition:/ But, I can write more to it I just don't know what. So, if you have any ideas for me, please let me know!

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Competition(Pt. 2)

Cocky!StreetRacer Tom Kaulitzx StreetRacer!FemReader

You sped down the road, street lamps reflecting off the concrete, wind wafting through your hair. Your red polished nails tapping against the leather wheel of your car to the beat of the music. Mind set on the competition on the way there.

Narrowing your eyes as the familiar view of the track, you set back your gas. Approaching the entrance, you're met with crowds of people spread out.

Groups of chatting girls by the bleachers. Onlookers are already seated, ready for the race. Racers showing off their cars to one another.

Sighing as you put your car in park, your eyes scanned over everyone, searching for the one in charge of the competition. You exited your car as you spotted him. "Georg!" You shouted, boot covered feet leading you towards him.

His head shot over to you, shouting your name back as he made his way over, meeting you halfway.

"You made it!" He smiled in relief, black clad arms pulling you in a side hug. "I almost thought you wouldn't make it."

Patting his back, you pulled away. "You thought wrong, there is no way I am letting that boy think he got the best of me." You let out a scoff, eyes scanning the crowd for said boy.

Georg chortled, "That's the spirit! Now keep that energy because he has only gotten cockier since your last race and you missing last week did not help it." He responded, an amused smile on his face.

The familiar voice of your friend cut in, "We'll see how cocky he is when my best friend finally beats his ass out there." You and Georg turn the approaching figure of Bill.

The tall male squeezes his slender arms around you, rocking you from side to side. "I missed you so much, I couldn't hear the end of it from Tom when you weren't here last race." You hear through his muffled voice against your head.

Georg nodded, "As I said, he's only gotten cockier, alright I need to get everyone seated. Good luck!" He called as he departed from you and Bill, making his way towards Gustav, needing help with the swarms of people.

You waved as you pulled away from Bill's tight embrace. "Bill, I've only been gone for a week." You let out a laugh, looking up at his excited expression.

His slender hands move up to grasp your shoulders. "I know, I just don't want you to give up so fast like all of the others, and I like having you around." He pushed his lips out, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

"I'm not going to give up just because of a couple losses, when have I ever given up?" You question. "And even if I didn't choose to race, I'd still be your friend Bill." You reassured him, shaking his arms.

A slow smile made its way on his face. "Good, because I wouldn't let you go anyways." He giggled the same time a loud roaring of a car could be heard near the entrance.

A sleek black car could be seen pulling into the entrance. Multiple seated eyes following the car at its entrance. The car belongs to no one other than the unbeatable Tom Kaulitz.

He put his car in park next to the Yellow ferrari. Chocolate colored eyes scanning for its driver as he stepped out. Spotting you from a distance in front of his brother, his tall figure weaved his way over.

Your eyes met his smug ones from a distance as he stopped just behind his brother.

Bill, wondering why you stopped mid sentence, turned, looking over his shoulder to spot his brother.

"Tom! You're a little late, aren't you? Bill asked his brother, "Everyones already getting seated." He pointed out, wide eyes moving to Georg and Gustav who were directing crowds to the bleachers.

The shorter twin only shrugged, shooting a glance to the shrinking crowd. "You're back, I thought you would have given up by now." Tom commented, eyes moving from the crowd to eye you.

"I bet you would love that, it would only mean you had competition off your back. I've got your nerves worked up huh?" You retorted, brushing your hair behind your shoulder.

Shaking his head, he snorted. "I don't have a thing to worry about, and the last races show that." He arrogantly stated.

Interjecting, Bill gave his twin a pointed look. "I wouldn't say you have nothing to worry about Tom, she was pretty close to you in said 'last races.'

"Close, but not close enough to beat me after what, three races together now?" He sarcastically questioned, pointed thumb and index finger coming up under his chin, head tilting towards the night sky.

"So what if you beat me three times before, this race just might cancel those three out, and you won't be seen as unbeatable then." You raised your eyebrows at him as he looked back down.

"That or it will mark your fourth loss." He snorted, taking in your annoyed features.

"We'll see, Kaulitz." You scoffed, brushing shoulders with him, trudging towards your bright car as you heard Georg calling all racers to the tracks.

"Yeah, we'll see about that." He spoke smugly, eyes moving down your figure as he followed right behind you.

Your warm hands squeezed the leather wheel as you watched Georg step back from Tom's window, making his way towards your own.

Reaching you, he set his arms on your window seal. "You got this! Think about Tom when you're out there, it might help you." He smirked, patting the hood of your car as he backed up, moving down the line of the other racers, in and out.

Hearing a honk to your right, you rolled your eyes, facing Tom's usual simper. "Yes?" You sighed out, lowering your passenger window.

"You hear that?" He shouted over the chaos, gloved hand moving up to his pierced ear.

Hearing the calls of his fangirls all the way from the bleachers cheering for him, you rolled your eyes. "You hear that?" You repeated his question, eyes widening dramatically, as you heard distant calls of your name.

Looking down the bleachers, you see a group of girls shouting your name, jumping up as they wildly waved at you.

"They're only going to get louder." You winked, returning their wave.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at your group of girls. "Soon enough they'll be screaming for me." He laughed out loud.

"Doubt that." You responded, shaking your head as Georg made his way towards a strawberry blonde girl with flags in each hand.

Sitting up straight, you both glanced at each other through your opened windows. "Ready for round four?" He shouted over the crowd and rumbling cars.

"Ready than ever! Are you ready!?" You shouted back, emphasizing 'you'.

"I was born ready! I think I should be the one asking you that." He teased, mouthing curving into a smile.

Shaking your head, your lips twitched as the flag girl strutted her way to the checkered line, standing between the cars belonging to you and Tom.

Back straightening, you shot a quick 'Good luck' as you faced the tall woman through your windshield.

He nodded his head, "You too." He responded, head turning in front of him, rolling his shoulders back.

"Are you guys ready for the best race of your lives!?" The strawberry blonde could be heard hyping up the crowd.

"You're not loud enough!" The crowd's yelps and screeches could be heard as they leaped up. "Louder!"

The pigtailed girl smirked as she faced the cars behind the starting line. "Are all of my racers ready!?" Engines roared with the crowd's screams.

"Let's get this show on the road." She took a stand between the Ferrari and Porsche.

"Ready?"

You leaned back in your seat, taking a deep breath as you closed your fist against the cool black leather.

"Set!" Her arms raise with the flags.

Leather clad feet simultaneously pressing the gas and brake, your eyes locked on the flags.

"Go!"

Your foot slammed on the gas, shooting back in the leather seat at the action as your hair flew around your face.

Gray smoke filled the air, left in the wake of the race cars. The screams of the crowd only got louder as the cars advanced down the dark road.

Just in front of you was an inky black car, blending in with the dark road. Pressing on the gas, you neared the car.

Taking a sharp right just as Tom did, you cut in front of him.

Peering in your rearview mirror after a second, you see him coming up on your left. The sleek car closed in on you, directing you towards the gray barrier of the street.

Stepping on your gas, you attempted to slide past him, only for him to do the same, forcing you to slow down in order to avoid slamming into the barrier.

You groaned as he was ahead of you once again. Yanking your wheel to the left, you gained speed, catching up to him.

Both cars glided down the road beside one another, cutting corners left and right. The drivers becoming more frustrated when one would override the other.

From a distance you can see the finish line from afar, you narrowed your eyes as you glanced at Tom who wasn't far behind you. Puffing your cheeks, you stepped on the gas, eyes locked on the line.

Heart beating against your ribcage, you accelorated your yellow car, just feet away from the finish line. Tom's car flying past the line just behind you.

Your car slowed as you let out a shout of joy, clammy hands sliding down your wheel. Leaning back against your seat, you brought your palm to your chest, feeling your heart pulsating under your fingertips.

"Woah." You blurted out just as your door was ripped open. Cold arms indulge you as they yanked you from your car.

"I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you!" Bill shouted gleefully, bouncing on his heels.

You hugged him tighter. "Thanks Bill." You giggled against him.

Hearing shouts closing in on you, you turned to people rushing your way.

"I have been rooting for you since your first race!"

"I can't believe you beat the Tom Kaulitz."

"You finally won!"

You hear throughout the crowd. Smiling, you thank them, pulling away from Bill.

"Excuse me." You see Georg push through the crowd surrounding you. "Congratulations, this is big, for everyone." He smiled, arms spread wide.

"I know, Mr. Unbeatable isn't so unbeatable now, is he?" You laughed out.

"Not anymore it seems." Georg patted your shoulder, handing you the winner's promised cash in an envelope.

"Thanks." You smiled, shoving the envelope in your leather pocket.

"No problem, you did real good out there." He praised you. "I want her at more of my races." He nodded at Bill as he made his way to Gustav who shot you a thumbs up, shouting, "Great job!"

Returning his thumbs up you searched through the crowd of people, looking for a certain boy. "Looking for Tom?" Bill questioned, giving you a knowing look.

"What's with the look, I wanna rub my victory in his face, like he did all those times." You voiced, giving Bill a pointed look.

"Right, well he's over there." His hands move to your arms, turning you Tom's way whose focus was already on you.

The lean boy was propped up against his car, cigarette between his lips. Clearing your throat, you decided to approach the dark dressed boy.

He dropped his cigarette to the gravel, putting it out with the bottom of his shoe as you stopped in front of him.

"What was it about you saying you had nothing to worry about?" You teased, arching an eyebrow.

"Luck must have been on your side today." He responded, shrugging his shoulders.

A bothered expression overcame your face. "You think this was lu-"

He interrupted you before you could finish your question. "Joking, I'm only joking." His hands up in the air as he let out an amused chuckle, taking in your flushed face.

"How funny you are." You responded, unamused as usual.

"Really though, congratulations, it's nice having a bit of change around here." He mumbled, shoving his hands in his baggy pants.

"Even if it means me beating you and taking your cash?" You teasingly questioned, stepping closer to him.

"Competition isn't too bad." He shrugged, head lowering, face close to yours. "And don't get too ahead of yourself now, this was just once." He lifted his index finger.

Grabbing his hand you shoved it down. "Well I'll just have to make it a second time then, huh?" You retorted, a smirk taking over your face.

"Yeah, let's make it a second time." He answered, eyes scanning your face as he tugged you close by his clenched hand.

You gulped, catching his eyes wandering. "Can't wait." You mumbled, parting as you heard Bill's voice.

Taking a step back, you listened as Bill went on about your win to Tom. "I told you she would beat you, whether it be sooner or later!"

Bill threw an arm on each of your shoulders as he dragged you two back towards the crowd. You and Tom share an amused smile over Bill's shoulder.

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Hi! If it's possible can you do a part 2 of the street racer!tom x street racer!reader. Where the reader beats tom in the next race?? :)

Hey! Sorry for waiting so long to answer, but yes I have started part 2 of Competition. It should be out sometime this week if not by tonight.

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No more

Toxic!Tom Kaulitz x Fem!Reader

Slamming the taxi door shut, you let out a breath, peering up at the tall building. Squeezing your leather purse to your torso, you turned your gaze to the dark street, not one person in sight.

As expected. 'Who in their right mind would be out this early?' You thought, checking your phone, reading '2:12' on the screen.

You rolled your eyes. "You, you're the dumbass that'd be out this early." You shook your head, shooting Tom a text that you're heading up.

"Alright, let's get this over with." You sighed, shoving your phone in your purse, heeled feet leading you towards the entrance.

Stepping into the elevator, you lift a knuckle, tapping the number three. Taking a step back, you face the mirror, taking in your appearance.

Giving your hair a fluff, you pull your lipstick from your bag, touching up your lips here and there before you hear a 'ding'. Smacking your lips together, you shoved your lipstick in your bag as you walked out of the big box.

You strode down the long hallway, eyes scanning over the golden indents of each door, pausing when you found '011'. Stopping in front of the door, you take a deep breath, raising a closed fist to the cool door, you knock.

Almost immediately hearing footsteps, you stood straight up, waiting for the door to open.

"What in the hell is he doing?" You questioned after a few moments of waiting. Leaning closer to the door, you try your best to figure out what's taking so long, you hear Tom's muffled voice.

"I gotta go." "I can't keep 'em waiting." "Yeah, I'll call you later, bye." Is all you can hear in a rush, before the door shot open.

Jumping back a foot, you straightened your back, trying to compose yourself. You look up at the tall boy standing in the middle of the doorway, veiny hand cradling the tan door.

"Hey! Sorry to keep you waiting, it was a mess in there, I had to tidy up a bit." Was the first thing he said, a lazy smile on his face.

"And you couldn't clean up when you called me up here becauseee...?" You questioned, inviting yourself in, nudging him out of your way.

He shrugged his wide shoulders. "I got back not too long ago." He responded, leaning back against the large door, as his eyes trailed down your figure.

Pausing your scanning of the room at that, you turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah? Where did you come from?" You disputed, gaze on his leaning figure.

"I was at a party, hanging with a couple of friends, getting wasted, as anyone does." He answered idly, pushing himself from the door, making his way towards you.

You slowly nodded your head, eyeing his towering figure. "Did you have fun?" You hesitantly wondered as he got closer, taking in his flushed cheeks and hazy eyes.

Tom nodded his head as he shoved his nose in your neck. " Mhm, it was crazy there, fights and all." He spoke lazily, large hands going to your hips as he breathed you in.

"Good, that's good, I know you've been stressed lately, with the band and media." You whispered, enjoying his warm hands on you.

"You being here just makes my night all the better though." He muttered, pressing soft kisses along your neck, his ring leaving a cool sensation behind.

"Oh really? In what ways?" You asked smiling, hissing when he nipped a sensitive spot, hands moving up to grip his shoulders.

Pulling you closer by your hips, his soft lips moved up your jaw. "In. Every. Way. Possible." He growled in between kisses, before diving for your lips, the far taste of alcohol present.

Returning his kiss, your hands moved to the back of his neck, softly yanking his nape, exerting a groan from him. You yelped when you were suddenly in the air, being held by firm arms.

You locked your thighs around Tom's slim waist, his strong hands squeezing the flesh of your exposed thighs as he moved towards the bed.

His lips locked on yours as he lowered you on the stiff bed, your hair creating a halo around your head. Sitting up on his knees, his dark eyes peered down at your flushed figure, taking in your wrinkled dress and blown pupils.

Groaning, he took a hold of your waist, lips attacking your jugular. Thick fingers going to your dress straps, pulling them down as his lips moved there, nipping and sucking, leaving tiny red marks.

A tiny whine left your lips as you grabbed ahold of his chin, directing him back to you. Lifting your head, you reconnect your lips, focusing on his bottom lip, you take his piercing between your teeth.

Pulling away, your hands go to the bottom of his shirt, in desperate need of him, you yank his shirt over his body. You go to connect your lips to his neck when you see red marks already there.

"Are you serious right now, Tom!?" You exclaimed, shoving Tom off of you.

"Whoa, what in the hell? What was that for?" Tom asked, knitting his dark eyebrows, as he regained his footing.

"What was that for?! Tom, look at your neck!" You shouted, glaring his way, yanking your dress straps up, as you sat up.

Confused, he moves to the bathroom. Looking at his reflection, he can see the many hickies and love bites going down his neck and chest.

Moving out of the bathroom, he sighs as he calls out your name, his face twisted in a grimace.

"No! This is the third time now Tom! You call me up here, I think that you really like me, that it means something!" You interrupted him.

"Only to find out you were in a girl not even a full day ago!" You fumed, eyes going glassy from tears as you grabbed your purse.

Your purse is out of your hand a second later, in the hands of Tom. "Don't say that. I really do like you, believe that, I was just drunk, it didn't even go that far." He pleaded, biting the inside of his cheek.

"You cannot keep using that excuse! It's old Tom." You groaned, scowling at him through tears.

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry, let me make it up to you." The boy pleaded, taking a step your way.

"Sorry isn't gonna cut it, do you understand that! I gave you more chances than I should have." You stressed, hands going to your scalp.

Taking a deep breath, you turned towards him. "I really can't do this anymore, you can't, it's not good for either of us, this back and forth bull has got to stop."

He shakes his head. "I'm trying to make this work, you have to listen to me."

"Make this work, what, this relationship?" You let out a sarcastic snicker. "You've been trying to make that work for how long now? You're not able to stay with one girl, Tom, you're not a committed person."

His eyes lower to the ground. "That's not true, I've had so many things on my mind lately, I can't just focus on one thing."

Shaking your head, you snort, taking a step towards him. "Whatever, Tom, this 'relationship; thing is one less thing to focus on, because it's done, no more. No more calls, no more hookups, no more fighting." You say through tears, hand reaching for your bag.

Harshly swallowing, he looked off to the side. "You really want that?" He mumbled, voice cracking near the end.

"It's something we both need, this is not healthy for us, you know that, Tom." You sniffled, holding in a sob.

Clearing his throat, he faced you. "Alright, if you feel like this is better for us." He whispered, placing your purse in your hand.

"I think right now it is, we both have problems we have to deal with." You muttered quietly, taking his his features before turning towards the door.

Opening the door, you step into the hallway. "Bye Tom." You quietly let out, lips pursed.

"Bye." He got out, jaw clenched, his dark, glassy eyes not straying from the door knob.

You gave him a tight smile before closing the hotel door. Walking down the hall, you take in a sharp breath, fighting back tears as you call a taxi. Tom's tears already falling, at the loss of something so constant his life, realizing the impact you had on him.

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Competition

Cocky!StreetRacer Tom Kaulitz x StreetRacer!FemReader

The ground vibrated under the spectators feet, they all held their breaths, watching in anticipation. Palms clammy, as they held tight onto the icy railing of the bleachers, leaning over to get a better view.

Their sights locked onto the two cars taking the lead. Just as they were the previous rounds around the track.

A Porsche as dark as the night sky can be seen speeding towards the white markings of the track for the third and final time. Golden- Yellow Ferrari hot on its heels.

Both vehicles neck to neck the whole of the race. One car would override the other, only for the other to take over only moments later.

Seconds before the finish line, the Porsche accelerated, Ferrari following right after, just a second too late.

A checkered flag waved high in the air, indicating the finish of the race.

Both cars slowed to a stop beside another. Grey smoke clear in the night sky, the smell of burnt rubber strong in the air.

A man with long brown locks trudged towards the dark Porsche, envelope tight in his fist, as the winner stepped out.

The glossy door opened, a leather covered hand moving to the top of the door. Out stepped the tall figure of Tom Kaulitz, a smug smirk on his face. Dressed head to toe in his usual dark attire.

"You come in first once again, Kaulitz." Georg praised, patting Tom's broad shoulder. "This is what, the fourth time this month?"

Tom grinned, "Uhuh, I plan to make it the fifth time next week." He answered, proudly taking the envelope from Georg's outstretched hand.

"We'll have to see about that, that Ferrari was coming in pretty close, Bill chose a good one, don't you think? The shorter boy questioned, glancing back at said car, who's owners yet to step out.

"Pshh, not a chance, where'd he find him from anyway?" Tom retorted, teeth pinching the tip of his leather glove, tearing it off to count the money, making sure it's all there.

Georg opened his mouth to reply, "Well he is actually a-"

"I agree with Georg, you might have some competition, Tom, everyone was clenching their asscheeks watching you both race." Gustav interrupted Georg, walking up to the boys, handing Tom a bottle of water.

The boy snatched the water bottle, shrugging as he chugged the water. "Yeah, whatever you guys say." He rolled his eyes, shoving the water into Gustavs chest, watching his brother skip his way over.

"Soooo what'd you think of the new racer, pretty good huh?" Bill grinned eagerly when he reached them, excited that his brother had competition after so long.

"I think he's alright, nothing special, nothing new." Tom's dark eyes moved behind the three boys, eyes on the girl's stood on the bleachers.

"Nothing new?" Bill's eyebrows furrowed. "That's the closest anyone has gotten to your car in months Tom, and he is a she for gods-" His last few words being overridden by shrill shrieks and rushed shuffling of heels making their way over.

Tom relished in the girl's compliments as they hung off of him, both hands firm on two of their behinds as he leant against the hood of his car.

The tall boy scanned the array of girls in tiny shirts and short skirts, contemplating which one to take back home for the night.

He then heard a slam of a door to his right, turning his head, he attempted to look over the many girls surrounding his hood. Only to end up faced with his brother's slim back, him embracing someone.

Furrowing his dark eyebrows, he sat up to see who was in his twin's arms. When his brother let go of the unknown person, taking a step back, he was faced with- a girl?

His brows knitted as he thought for a second. 'I was racing a girl this whole time?' He took in your form, hair wild from the intense race, a leather jacket over a black halter top, skulls on each breast, denim jeans over leather combat boots.

Snapping out of his confusion he stood up straight, pulling himself out of the girl's embrace before trudging his way towards you and Bill.

"You did so good out there, I'm so glad you decided to come." Your dear friend Bill praised, pressing you against his bony chest.

"Me too, even though I'm a little bummed that I didn't beat your tool of a brother." You responded, pursing your lips at his victory as Bill let go of you.

Bill threw his head back, letting out a snicker, a mix of black and white dreads falling down his back. "I love him, but I can't lie, I'm a little bummed too, I was excited to see him get his ass kicked." He murmured, when his eyes lit up.

"But there's always next week, you might just get him then." He smirked.

"Who might get who?" A voice suddenly came from behind Bill.

Turning your head towards the voice, you recognized the boy with cornrows as Bill's brother. Your eyes meeting his dark ones, a cocky smirk on his face, as expected.

"Ah, speaking of the devil, we were just talking about your win, once again." Bill chimed, "This is the new racer I brought here, I thought she would be a good addition to the upcoming races, we hadn't had great competition in a while." He smiled, introducing you.

Squeezing your arm, he wandered off, explaining that he had to have a discussion with Georg about future races, but not before giving Tom a warning glare, 'Be nice' is the only way to describe the look he sent.

Tom nodded, testing out your name on his tongue "You think so?" He questioned you, eyes going over the Ferrari you were leaning on.

You lowered your eyes, lost "Do I think... what?" You retorted.

He sniffled, looking down, "You think you're good competition?" He rephrased his question, looking back up.

Your eyebrows shot up, eyes boring into his. "I think I did pretty good on the track." You butted in, crossing your arms. "Do you not?"

He shrugged his shoulders, eyes meeting yours. "I think you were pretty decent, just as good as everyone else out there." He retorted, crossing his arms himself.

"Just as good?" You inquired. "They were meters behind the both of us, let's not play dumb." You stated, giving him a once over. "I was not even seconds behind you."

Head lifting towards the sky as if he was in thought he hummed, "I don't recall, even then I'm still going home with the money." He simpered. "Once again." He added cockily, head tilting down towards your own.

Your chin shot up, nose scrunched. "You're not unbeatable, Tom." You started. "You'll meet your match and you won't feel so cocky then."

"I'm presuming that you think you're my match." He laughed through his nose, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, stepping back, hand going to your door handle. "Close enough and the race showed that today, ask your own brother." You argued, turning towards Bill who was a few feet away, looking as if he was in a debate with Gustav.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, there's many races to come." You finished, entering your car, not breaking eye contact until your door shut.

Tinted windows blocking his view of you, he tilted his head, watching your car exit the tracks with one thought running through his mind. 'Maybe I have met my match.'

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He is so beautiful

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Bill Kaulitz

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Stay still

bill kaulitz x reader

Sat on the edge of the stiff hotel bed, your eyes scanned over your lanky boyfriend hovered over the bathroom sink. Adoring eyes watching his practiced movements.

Finishing up the last touch of eyeliner, he popped the cap his favored eyeliner on the stick, setting it on the sink. Bill's black-coated eyes landed on your figure in the mirror.

His lips curled at the edges. "Are you doing okay over there?" He asked, strutting his way towards you. Stopping in front of you, he nudged your legs apart, inviting himself between them.

"Yeah, I think you're just really good at that." You responded, referring to the eyeliner coating his eyes.

"Well after years of doing this, I sure would hope so." He teased, hands moving to his slim hips.

You shot him a toothy smile, hands moving over his slim ones. "Of course, what I meant is, you're a lot better than me." You began.

"Do you think you could, maybe, do my eye makeup?" You questioned, eyes lowering, your fingers running over soft hands.

"Of course I can, one second!" He responded excitedly, long legs carrying himself towards the bathroom, snatching his eyeliner from the counter.

Rushing back, he grabbed one of the many hard pillows, placing it in the middle of the small bed. Pushing you flat on the bed, he threw a leg over your waist, careful not to crush you.

"I need you to be very still, okay baby?" He demanded, opening the cap of his eyeliner, moving the pen towards your eye.

"Mhm." You hummed, hands carefully moving over his thighs on either side of you, letting him do his thing.

Relaxing, you admired his focused expression. Tongue poking out, piercing on display. His eyes narrowed, focused on the task at hand.

You hissed, flinching as you felt the tip of the pen get a little too close to the white of your eye.

Bill tore his hand away, pen standing still in his manicured hand. "I need you to stay still, honey, I'm nearly done." he scolded, peering down at you with stern eyes.

"Sorry, I feel like it keeps directly connecting with my eyeball." You complained, your eyebrows coming together, nose scrunched.

"I promise it's not, I'm being very careful." He reassured, empty hand taking a hold of your chin, tugging your face close to his. "Just a few more spots, then we're all done." He said, bringing the pen back up.

"Annnnd, all done!" He pulled away, leaning back to examine his work of art. "Look at how pretty!" He gleamed, leaning over you, grabbing a hand-held mirror from the stand.

Gently grabbing the handle from him, you took in the ink coating your eyes. You moved your head from side to side, humming, impressed.

You set down the mirror to reveal a beaming smile taking over Bill's pale face. "Do you like it?" He asked, clasping his hands in anticipation.

"I love it Bill, thank you so much!" You complimented, lips stretching into a bright smile, his own being contagious.

He let out a cheer, clapping his hands. "I knew you would love it!" He rejoiced, smile big and proud, at the praise.

Not helping it, your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him down to you.

Taking him by surprise, Bill yelped as your glossy lips connected with his soft ones.

Though he quickly melted into the kiss, letting his full weight fall onto you. He pulled away after a long moment.

"What was that for?" He quietly asked, sitting up straight, his cheeks feeling warm.

Shifting, you leaned up on your elbows. "I just felt the need to kiss you is all." You shrugged, lips quirking up.

Two pairs of matching eyes met each other as you both shared a shy smile, reveling in the moment.

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Just us two

tom kaulitz x reader

The dread headed boy's eyes scanned across the large room, looking for one particular person. Coming across groups of people, couples, but no you. He nodded mindlessly to whatever the few girls in front of him were spouting out.

Seeing a familiar head of hair, he quickly turned his towards the girls. “Uh, it was really great speaking to you ladies, but I should be getting to my brother, before he gets out of control with the alcohol.” He winked, rushing towards your direction before the girls could respond to him.

You leaned temple against the cool brick wall, soothing your aching head. An amused smile on your face as you listened in on some drunk guy explaining how dinosaurs still exist- rhinos and hippos was his supporting answer.

The tips of your fingers came up to your temples, hearing your own heartbeat in your ears. Suddenly, you felt a large hand land on your waist. You tore your fingers from your temples, whipping around, “Woah! Exc-” You cut yourself off as you peered up at familiar dark eyes.

“Jeez Tom! You scared me.” You breathed out, placing your clammy palm where your heart would be. “Sorry, I got caught in conversations non-stop while looking for you.” he replied, pulling you into his firm side. 

“Until I finally saw you, all cramped up in a corner, yards away from the front door, I went through many obstacles for you.” He teased, tugging the ends of your hair playfully.

Throwing your arms around his waist lazily , you leaned up, your noses brushing against each other. “Why thank you kind sir, your service is very much appreciated.” You reciprocate, beamining up at him. 

His eyes took in your clammy skin. “What were you doing over here alone anyway?” He questioned, arm moving around your shoulder, fingers pinching your chin, tilting your chin towards him.

“The party was getting a little too packed for me while waiting for you, and I guess I just gravitated this way.” You answered, leaning into his palm. “But now that you’re here, why don’t we go have some fun, our friends are still out in the crowd?” You implored, looking towards the crowd.

He only shook his head, “I think I’ve had enough of people for tonight. Let’s do something, with just us.”

You shot him a questioning look. “Like what, nearly everything is closed, it’s close to midnight.” You wondered, peering up at him, wide eyed.

His tongue ran over his piercing a few times in thought. “What about a night swim?” He suggested, grinning, looking very proud of himself for coming up with that idea.

“This late, Tom, are you insane?” You began, looking at him as if he’s joking, “Do you know how cold it is out there, how late it is!?” 

“That’s why it’s called a night swim.” He stated the obvious. You only raised an eyebrow at him, unsure. 

“Please, sweetheart! It’ll be fun, I promise.” He pleaded, grabbing your hand, peppering little kisses in the palm of your hand. 

“Alright, but not for too long, I don’t want to catch hypothermia.” You surrendered, smiling at the ticklish feeling.

He fist pumped that air, “Yayuh!  Let’s go now before you change your mind!” He yelled out, throwing an arm around your waist, dragging you with him out the door.

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Girls this, Girls that!

tom kaulitz x female!reader

You sunk deeper into the stiff cushion of your plane seat, turning the volume of your ipod up to its limit, attempting to drown out the familiar voice you loathed- Tom Kaulitz voice.

Tokio hotel and your band were currently on tour together, on the way towards your next destination.

Unfortunately for you, you got a seat right beside him, but you did get the window seat, so that makes the experience a bit better in your honest opinion.

It's not that he's a bad person, it's just that he's not that interesting to you. All he talks about is girls, girls, and more girls, it gets old, very fast.

Like right now, he's rambling to his brother-Bill, about how 'smoking' the flight attendant is and how he'd like to take her to the bathroom-and so on.

Taking out an earbud, you turned towards him. "Hey! You think you can lower your voice just a bit?" You questioned him, tensed hand lifting up, thumb and pointer-finger as close as possible, emphasizing 'just'.

The boy cleared his throat, "Yeah, sorry, I was just talking about that fli-" "I heard, that's why I asked you to lower your voice." You interrupted before he went on one of his tiring rants again.

You go to lift your earbud towards your ear when you hear his voice again. "Do you have something against me or something?" Tom questioned, eyebrows scrunched, a bothered expression on his usually smug face.

"I have absolutely no problem with you, Tom." You answered him, looking down at your ipod, not wanting to converse with him anymore than you already had.

He furrowed his eyebrows, teeth grazing his pirecing in thought. "You sure?" he question, narrowing dark eyes at you. "You seem to get along just fine with all of my bandmates, having full conversations and all."

"I don't think we would get along, our personalities just don't go together." You sighed out, shooting him a fake smile.

"How so? You haven't even attempted to get to know me, not one conversation." He responded, cocking his head to the side, body facing you now.

You take your reamining earbud out retorting, "I've heard what you talk about from afar, like I said, we would not get along." You turn, face to face with him now.

"What things have I said that would make you think we wouldn't get along?" he inquired, folding his hands together, leaning against your shared armrest.

Blowing air from your nose you explained, "Everytime you open your mouth, it's always about some girl, this girl, that girl, it's on repeat, Tom."

"Hey, if I see a hot girl, I'm gonna call it out, what's the problem with that." He remarked, a smirk on his face now.

"Right." You deadpanned, turning away, facing the seat infront of you, going to grab your earbuds again.

He placed his hands on you earbuds, stopping you from blocking him out. "I was just joking." he rushed out, "Kind of." he added after a second thought.

Your turned back toward him with a questioning look, "What now?" you grumbled, tugging your earbuds from his fingers.

"Look, we're gonna be together these next few of weeks, don't you think we should at least try and get along, you know fans are seeming to catch onto our supposed 'beef'?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, eyebrows raised.

Sucking your teeth, you took in his pleading expression. "That would be a good idea, BUT, only if you calm down with your girl talk, atleast around me, I do mean it when I say that it's annoying." you hold up your fore-finger, showing him that you're serious.

He tsked, "I mean I can try, but you know, seeing as that's the only thing I talk about, it'll be a little difficult." he coughed out, hiding a laugh.

"Haha, very funny." you rolled your eyes, lips twitching up as you go through song on you ipod, finally putting your earbuds back in.

"Sooo, what are you listening to?" Tom asked, face hovering over your eyepod, huffing, you handed him one of your earbuds, knowing this was gonna be a long flight- a good one or bad one you didn't know.

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tom kaulitz x female!reader

"𝓢𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓫𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮." — 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷

Tom took in the calm scenery, scanning the trees and the vibrant colors all around him. Watching the leaves of the tree dance with the wind, getting a nose-full of your sweet perfume. 

Tilting his head down, Tom's chestnut eyes peered down at you, pressed against his side. He takes in your delicate features, watching your focused eyes scan through a page of one of your favorite books when he feels what he can only describe as pins and needles in his arm.

He rolled his shoulders back, attempting to wake his arm up, when he felt your weight disappear from his side. His eyes followed you as you sat up. “What are you doing?” he questioned, sitting up as well. “Calm down” You giggled out, pushing him back against the rough bark of the tree. 

“I could feel your arm getting limp, Tom.” You stated, positioning your body his way. “How long have I been leaning against it?” You questioned. Tom only rolled his eyes, ignoring your question, “My arm will live, now get back here.” He answered, taking your unoccupied hand, dragging you closer to him. 

Snickering, you move his hand toward your face, peppering kisses on each of his fingers. “I’ll stay right here, I know how a tired arm feels, it’s not a good feeling.” you grimaced, thinking of when you last had a limp arm. He looked up at the bright sky in thought, humming.

“How about this?” He suddenly proposed, grabbing ahold of your hips, plopping you in his lap. Letting out a loud laugh, you peered down at his proud face. “Yeah, this works too.” You gave him a toothy smile, placing a hand on his cheek, pecking his lips.

Placing his hand against the back of your head before you can pull away, he tilted his head, diving deeper into the kiss. You giggled against his lips, surprised by the sudden neediness. He in response, let out a smile against your lips, slowly pulling away after a final peck.

With a satisfied grin, he pulled back, pressing a kiss to your temple, mumbling out a soft, "I love you." "I love you too." You responded, a bright smile on your face as you opened your book back to where you left off. He leaned back against the tree, running his hands down your sides, eyes soft, admiring you getting lost in your own world of fantasies.

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Name? Pt 2

tom kaulitz x reader

"Oh shit!", You yelped, watching the dude stumble over a couple, who thankfully were too into each other to pay much mind to the interruption.

Regaining his balance, he turned to see who was the culprit-you.

"What the he-" He then stopped himself mid-complaint, taking in your baggy attire, then moving to your face, which seemed to hold bothered expression.

"You good?"You questioned, crossing your arms, eyeing him up and down.

The unnamed boy seemed to break out of his daze."Yeah, Yeah, I'm alright." He answered. "Are you?" He then asked.

You raised an eyebrow. "I'm good." You answered "Uh sorry about damn near bulldozing you." You uttered. He shook his head, "No, it's all good, happens all the time in here." He mumbled, his hand moving under his dreads, rubbing the back of his neck.

The tip of his tongue coming to play with his piercing, angular eyes scanning you once agin.

You gave a small nod, throwing him a side smile, seeing his eyes wander. "Right well, I should be getting to my friends, sorry about that again." You say, eyes locked on your friends.

Turning towards you destination, you took a step when you felt a firm hand lock around your wrist.

"Wait!" You whipped you head around to see the same boy, then down to your locked wrist.

The boy snatched his hand from you wrist, letting how a nervous chuckle. "Sorry! I just-" He sighed, seemingly looking for words to say, "I'm Tom." He suddenly blurted out.

You pulled your sleeve down, looking into his dark eyes , "Oh?" You questioned, furrowing your eyeebrows, understading his intentions now. "You know, if someone had shoved me, the last thing I would be doing is introducing myself to them." You exclaimed, unimpressed.

A smile came over his face, while hiding a smile under his hat. "Yeah, I guess, buutt, you are a pretty someone." He remarked, tilting his head to the side, a smirk overcoming his face.

"What a charming and unique thing to say, you sure know how to win a girl over." You responded sarcastically, though hiding a smile of you own under your hat at the cheesy comment.

He threw his head back, letting out a laugh."Hey, what can I say. I'm a ladies man." He voiced cockily. You shook your head, letting out a chuckle, "Mhm, I can tell."You remarked, grinnging. You glance back up, seeing he had a matching grin.

After a moment he spoke up, "So, you have my name, how about I get yours." You hummed, "Well, I would, but I don't think we'll be seeing much of each oth-"

Your name was then called by a familiar voice, and then you were being tugged away by Zoey.

Turning back to the boy just in time to see him mouthing your name with a smug smirk, eyes following out of the club exit.

Sorry if this isn't the best, this is my bery first fanfiction, and this just came from the top of my head, and decided, 'why not'.

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Name?

tom kaulitz x reader

Part 1: because of word limit :(

Blowing a rasberry, you look up from the sink into your reflection, you take in your flushed cheeks and tired eyes from the already too long night and humidity of the club. Taking off your cap, you ruffle your hair, attemping to cool down a bit.

"Alright I'm ready! Let's get wasted." Zoey, your best friend, screeched, putting away her lip gloss. "As if your not wasted enough?", you turned to her with a look of bewilderment.

"Nope!", she giggles, snatching your hat from your hand, shoving it over your eyes. "I really think you had enou-" you pull your hat over your eyes, only to see her already out the door, assumingly on the way to your other crazed friends.

Huffing, you nudging the door open with an elbow, exiting the bathroom to walk into flashing lights and blaring music. Eyes examing the room, attemping to navigate your friends through the large crowd.

You spotted flaying arms far in the crowd, sqinting your eyes you realized that it's Kayla, another friend.

"Over here!", she screamed. Seeing no point in giving a verbal response, you threw her a thumbs up, heading her way.

You shout out muitple 'Excuse me's', while shoving through and getting shoved by the bunch of people. You sigh in relief, seeing your friends just in your eyesight, making your way over.

"Excuse you", you said, going to shove someone out of your way with the back of your hand.

Just then the person turned your way, unfortunately getting a shove to the chest, rather than the arm where your shove was presumed to go, causing them to stumble.

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