#algae :P

[leafbuglove]

mesmerizing marimo ☆

[thelesbianthespianposts]

the biggest disappointment in all of doctor who actually is that Bill, who was gobsmacked seeing dresses in the doctor’s closet, never got to see the doctor and the master (as a man) interact

[honeybearbi]

i love my pleco so much #mypleco

[musiclovingmoth]

called my boyfriend this morning and i could not stop thinking about nudibranch/pyukumuku discord call out of my head all day. they're talking about the tastiest kinds of algae to eat

[chryblossomjjk]

also regularly scheduled sushi update for those asking

[wyrmfedgrave]

https://reactormag.com/the-blob-is-back-in-town-paul-tremblays-in-bloom/

Long article - enjoy!

"In Bloom" by P. Tremblay brings the Blob back to horrible life - or does he?!

A journalist is writing about algal blooms around Cape Cod. She's doing research interviews on the July, 1983 Orleans' tragedy...

Water temps are 10° hotter than 15 years ago.

And, Jimmy Lang has a weird story to tell - but she likes to find the truth in such tales.

At Boland Pond, his father had tried to rescue a drowning boy - when their skins erupted, bubbling into ugly rashes!

Jimmy couldn't help as he felt too lightheaded & vomited...

"Drunk on smoke", he finds himself connected to his demanding father - regressing thru a "wormy hive mind" into a "singular sentience"!!

Suddenly, the algae choked water rises to a colorful wave & smashed into his dad - it carried the man "across the ballfield, a street, some woods & into a saltwater marsh"...

The connection of shared thoughts is cut off & his father is never found again.

Since nobody else saw this blob, Lang thought that he had hallucinated the entire course of events.

Later, on the Sagamore Bridge, the journalist is stuck in a traffic crawl - when suddenly, she senses something weird on the wind.

And she reacts with a trapped animal panic!

Right behind her, she sees something green rise to a wave crest & crash onto the bridge - clearing it of cars!!

40 feet is deep enough to hide... Things.

Algae are the most successful of microorganisms - even living under extreme pressures & dangerous niches.

Photoautotrophs created the conditions that allows evolution to 'work' & oxygenated our atmosphere.

They still fill vital ecological functions today, like keeping the planet's carbon & nitrogen 'budgets' balanced...

But, they produce toxins that can kill animals - including human beings. And, heavy blooms create airborne miasmas that cause hallucinations...

In the end, this story leaves readers wondering - as it provides few concrete answers.

Enjoy the weird ride.

End.

[diamondangelkitten]

Vierapril Day 11: Midnight

“Linea, I love your island, I do, but why did you bring us out here to wake us up at MIDNIGHT?!?!” “I thought you didn’t sleep much anyway and used to stay up late?” “Yes, but now Sibbie likes staying up, so if I want any sleep, I have to go to bed early with her.” “I believe this is what Alira would normally say is a “You problem”,” Aurora teases from up ahead. “Who are you and what have you done with my Aurora?” Laughter springs up from the group as they make their way down to one of the beaches on Alinea’s island.

Annabeth stretches her neck around, making note of all the flora and fauna. “You really have cultivated the land well.” “Thanks! It’s honestly mostly the mammets, but it’s nice to get away.” “Yes, once again, all well and good, but why are we here right now?” Alinea sighs before pushing Alira and Annabeth ahead of her. “Aurora already knows, so just follow her and keep your gabs shut.” “Hmph.” Annabeth links her arm in Alira’s, “Come on, you know Ali loves her sleep, so it has to be somewhat worthwhile.” “I guess.” 

They eventually come to a stop when Aurora pauses and gestures to the little set up, “Tada! We made a little pavilion with towels, bean bags, and some snacks.” Alira perks up, “It is cute! I’ll grant you that.” She moves to sit down, but Annabeth yanks her back before she can leave, “Hey!” “Do you see that?” “What?” “Look at the ocean muppet!” Sighing, Alira casts her gaze out to the sea. At first she sees nothing, but then the sea starts changing and the brightest light starts to emerge. Aurora laughs, “It’s bioluminescent algae. It follows certain tidal patterns and is strongest tonight.” Alinea comes up besides Alira and Annabeth who are gobsmacked at the beautiful display in front of them. “Well, is this worth it?” Alira nods and Annabeth starts to move forward, but pauses, asking. “Is it safe to swim in?” Alinea nods and Aurora takes of her top showing that she already had her swimsuit underneath. “Last one in has to take down the pavilion!” she yells racing towards the water. “Cheater!” Alinea yells, while taking off her shorts and also showing her swimsuit. “Oh yea, we packed your bathing suits in the little bin over there. Have fun being the fastest!” Alira and Annabeth take a glance at each other before sprinting. 

Having decided it was just better that they both help pack away the pavilion after almost causing a few bruises on each other, the viera are busy floating with the others in the waves. “Oh! I forgot! We can have a better view underneath right?” Alinea considers this, “I think it’s best from up here, but we can at least take a look.” The girls dive underneath, grateful for the Kojin’s blessing. They swim around a few minutes before acknowledging that up above was the best view. As they pop their heads up, Alira gives a shout of joy, causing the others to turn in her direction. There on the beach are their loved ones, decked in swim costumes and entering the water to join them. After spending some time together they go back to the pavilion, which Alira attempts to duplicate with her magic and which kinda works. Everyone is just too kind to point out that some of the wood really shouldn’t look that wobbly, but the bean bags and towels work fine, which is most important. They build a fire and roast marshmallows, all enjoying the peaceful night together. “Hey Alinea?” “Yea Li?” “I’m sorry for earlier. This was worth it.” All the others hum in agreement. “I’m glad you liked it. Sorry I wanted to surprise you and not give you warning.” Alira laughs, “No, all the more better like this.”

[fuckingrecipes]

Wait, which animals raise livestock?

Several species of ants will 'herd' aphids around (a type of plant lice)- even picking them up and putting them back with the group if they wander off. The ants will attack anything that approaches their aphid herds, defending them. The aphids produce a sugary excretion called honeydew, which the ants harvest and eat.

Some ants will even 'milk' the aphids, stroking the aphids with their antennae, to stimulate them to release honeydew. Some aphids have become 'domesticated' by the ants, and depend entirely on their caretaker ants to milk them.

When the host plant is depleted of resources and dies, the ants will pick up their herd of aphids and carry them to a new plant to feed on - a new 'pasture' if you will.

Some ants continue to care for aphids overwinter, when otherwise they'd die. The ants carry aphid eggs into their own nests, and will even go out of their way to destroy the eggs of aphid-predators, like ladybugs.

--

Microhylids – or narrow-mouthed frogs - have an interesting symbiosis with Tarantulas.

While the spiders could very easily kill and eat the much-tinier frogs, and DO normally prey on small frogs, young spiders instead will use their mouthparts to pick up the microhylid frogs, bring them back to their burrow, and release them unharmed.

The frog benefits from hanging out in/around the burrow of the tarantula, because the tarantula can scare away or eat predators that normally prey on tiny frogs, like snakes, geckos, and mantids. The tarantula gets a babysitter.

Microhylid frogs specialize in eating ants, and ants are one of the major predators of spider eggs. By eating ants, the frogs protect the spider's eggs. The frogs can also lay their eggs in the burrow, and won't be eaten by the spider.

So it's less 'livestock' and more like a housepet - a dog or a cat. You stop coyotes/eagles from hurting your little dog/cat, and in return the dog/cat keeps rats away from your baby.

--

Damselfish grow algae on rocks and corals. They defend these gardens ferociously, and will attack anything that comes too close - even humans. They spend much of their time weeding the gardens, removing unwanted algaes that might overtake their crop.

The species of algae that they cultivate is weak and and sensitive to growing conditions, and can easily be overgrazed by other herbivores. That particular algae tends to grow poorly in areas where damselfish aren't around to protect and farm it.

Damselfish will ALSO actively protect Mysidium integrum (little shrimp-like crustacians) in their reef farms, despite eating other similarly sized invertebrates. The mysids are filter feeders, who feed on zooplankton and free-floating algae, and their waste fertilizes the algae farms. Many types of zooplankton can feed on the algae crop, and the mysids prevent that.

While Mysids can be found around the world, the only place you'll find swarms of Musidium integrum is on the algae farms that Damselfish cultivate.

Damselfish treat the little mysids like some homesteaders treat ducks. Ducks eat snails and other insect pests on our crops, and their poop fertilizes the land. The ducks can be eaten, but aren't often, since they're more useful for their services than their meat.

--

There are SEVERAL species of insect and animal which actively farm. They perform fungiculture and horticulture: deliberately growing and harvesting fungus and plants at a large-scale to feed their population.

Leaf-cutter ants and Termites both chew up plant material and then seed it with a specific type of fungus. The fungus grows, and the termites/ants harvest the mushroom as a food source.

Ambrosia beetles burrow into decaying trees, hollow out little farming rooms, and introduce a specific fungii (the ambrosia fungi), which both adults and larval beetles feed on.

Marsh Periwinkles (a type of snail) cultivates fungus on cordgrass. They wound the plant with their scraping tongue, then defecate into the wound so their preferred fungus will infect it and grow there. They let the fungus grow in the wound a bit, and come back later to eat.

[fiveminuterice]

what kind of toothbrush do you use for kitty? 👀

i use a 360 silicone toothbrush, i’ve had it for so long i’ve forgotten what brand tbh

tbh i think a more traditional bristled toothbrush would work better, but it all depends on what your cat will tolerate.

I’ve heard people also use little finger brushes, just make sure if you get one it’s not super bulky because kitty mouths and teeth are very little. Oxyfresh has a pet dental kit that comes with toothpaste, a water additive, and a (somewhat bulky) finger brush (however if kitty has a filtered fountain the water additive isn’t really effective lol) Most if not all of Oxyfresh’s dental stuff is flavorless as well.

the toothpaste im using is PetSmile’s london broil flavor, which i got for freesies at work, and my cat really likes it. (PetSmile also sells pet tooth brushes too) however, a general enzymatic toothpaste is also good.

Technically, as long as you get the toothpaste on the sides of their mouth they can lick it around and it’ll do its job, but for best results it is recommended to brush their teeth.

i’ve found my cat is more tolerant of me getting toothbrush near her mouth when i give her neck some scritches, but just take it slow and everything should work out

[luli-lads]

Look, no hands

a merman!Raf x reader fic

Content: Smut, female reader, playful/sassy sea god rafayel (might be ooc), based on his myth's kindled but not meant to be a direct recreation (because he looked good chained up – and that hip action ough), sort of au in that sense, two dicks truther (but no dp), unprotected p in v, oral (receiving), creampie, you're on top through all of it like you deserve.

Warnings: Very brief description of drowning before he helps you breathe underwater (with a kiss ofc).

A/N: I have nothing to say, your honor.

Word count: ~3.2k

They had told you not to swim too far out into the sea, dive not too deep, because there were tales of 'something lurking under the waters that could not be beaten by man'.

Those warnings went ignored. You loved the beach, loved swimming, loved collecting seashells from the seabed.

Just like any other day, you donned your two piece swimsuit and grabbed the waterproof bag where you gathered all the little treasures. Your home was full of knick-knacks you had found either diving or ashore.

If the townsfolk were really that concerned about your outings, they should stop buying the jewelry you made with what you collected.

You stretched, the breeze pushing you towards the path you had to follow to reach the shore. Almost like an invitation from the ocean itself. It made you chuckle, really, the stories they told. You had never once encountered anything more dangerous than a stray jellyfish, and even then, it floated its merry way without bothering you.

The beach was empty, as usual. Their loss, it looked like a hidden gem, pristine and untouched by humans.

Walking across the sand, to the jagged rocks, into the open cave, was muscle memory. Once inside though, the tides would reveal or fill different entrances, and you always explored a different path.

This time, the only one available was a hole you could crawl through. Not exactly ideal, but you could see, crouching next to it, that it opened to a bigger space that would let you stand up.

You did just that.

"Woah..." your voice echoed from wall to wall.

There were crystals adorning every surface, reflecting the scarce light and illuminating an otherwise dark area. You were pretty sure there was also some sort of bioluminescent algae at play.

Keeping in mind that you didn't want to destroy this beautiful scene, you took only a couple of crystals and continued your way through the cave.

The water that you had managed to avoid at the start reared its head. A dead end with only a pool at the bottom as the way forward. You didn't come ready to swim for nothing, though.

It was pleasantly cool, but the problem lay on whether or not there was a pocket of air once you went under. You could hold your breath better than the average person thanks to your hobby, but you weren't stupid.

You stuck your hand below the rock and felt around. No air pockets. You stuck out a leg and felt around. Oh. Oh. This thing went down.

After doing a set of breathing exercises to get yourself ready for it, you dove your head and looked around. You were so used to this that you could distinguish a lot of things even through the blur, and the salty waters didn't even bother you.

Even though it did sink further down, there was a glow a few feet ahead, which most certainly meant another space like this one, where you could recover your breath.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

You took one last deep breath and pushed off the rocks towards the glow, swimming fast. Unlike the mostly still waters you had experienced, there was a current, which meant there was a direct connection to the sea through here.

Somehow, no matter how much you swam, the glow didn't get closer. And the current—

It was pulling you down. Down. Down.

The glow multiplied, different sources of light surrounding you, and surely, it meant you had arrived to an air pocket, right?

Movement. In front of you, in the center of this splendor. Something brushed against your legs. No time for this, air, air, air… Your eyelids fell—

A velvet touch pressed against your lips. It was gone as soon as it came.

“Haaa!”, you breathed in by instinct.

You were breathing. Underwater.

Your eyes snapped open. There was no blur. You could see clearly. You could see the figure in front of you.

“I was wondering how long it would take for someone to wander down here,” the merman smirked.

So many questions formed in your head.

The creature in question was bound by his wrists and neck, with some room to swim but confined to this place. His tail was dazzling, longer, much longer than your legs, just as his hair made yours pale in comparison.

Just as the cave you had first seen, there were crystals and algae decorating the walls.

“Done ogling?”

“Ah– Um…” You snapped out of your daze, “Sorry, what, er– who are you?”

“Tch,” he swam backwards to rest against the rocks, his powerful tail tossing you with the current it created, “a little respect to the God of the Sea.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

“God… of the… Sea?”

It wasn't that you doubted him, he looked the part, but the fact that he was bound struck you as odd.

“Yes. When did mortals get this insolent?”

“I’m just wondering, why are you chained?”

He looked to the side, annoyed and perhaps hurt by the memory.

“Doesn't matter. Certainly not to you. Hey, come here,” his eyes flickered to the rock where he was resting.

“I think I should leave,” you bowed your head in what you hoped would be a show of respect, and turned yourself around in the water.

The situation was frankly strange, and you didn't want to stick around to find out if he ate humans, seeing as he didn't have any food in here.

By the time you had turned, he was already in front of you again. Two beats of his tail, fast as hell too.

“Leaving so soon? But I’ve been so bored all alone in this place…” His tone was playful, too playful for someone supposedly at a disadvantage due to being chained.

“I can't free you, if that's what you want. I didn't bring any tools,” you showed him the contents of the bag; the crystals you had taken earlier.

“I didn't tell you to, did I?” One beat of his tail, and he was centimeters away.

“Then, what do you want from me…?” You swallowed, forcing your eyes to stay on his instead of travelling down his body.

He lowered his head, a sly smile pulling at one corner of his lips. “I told you. I’ve been bored.”

“So, what, am I supposed to act as your personal entertainer?”

He laughed, “Just keep me company for a bit longer, yeah?”

The whoosh of water made you lose your balance, if that was possible, his figure a blur of color as it spun around you and slipped his tail between your legs before you even had time to realize. He was now under you, having made you straddle him.

You braced your arms on his chest without meaning to.

“What–”

“You think I can't tell what's going on in your head? Please, I’ve had to deal with your kind in every lifetime,” he rolled his eyes.

“What do you mean? I wasn't thinking about anything in particular…”

“No? Very interesting. Anyone in your position would’ve maybe tried to escape again, but your thighs are tight against my waist. Weird, huh?”

Warmth spread across your cheeks as you realized that, in fact, you’ve wrapped your legs quite tightly around him.

“Um. You caught me by surprise when you swam under me, I didn't mean to, I felt like I was going to fall–”

“Underwater?” He chuckled, “would like to see that. And you still haven't let go. Ah, no, no, no, don't let go now. I’m enjoying this.”

He bit his lower lip and rolled his hips, making you bounce on his lap. You fell forwards and propped yourself on his chest once more, his hair brushing against your arms and hands.

“What the–”

“Take off your swimsuit,” his voice darkened.

“What!?” Your eyes widened.

“Stop with the act. I can smell a drop of that sweet scent,” eyes flicked to your core, where arousal was gathering, “in a thousand tonnes of water.”

A few incoherent words tried unsuccessfully to leave your mouth, transformed to babbles.

“You’re the weird one here, you know. I’m all bare except for some jewelry.”

You managed to scoff. As if it was a fair comparison.

“You’re not as bare as I would be if I took this off,” you crossed your arms.

Wait, when did you start to come around to the idea at all?

“Ohhh, I know what you mean. Well, if you move your hips back and let me…”

Curious, you slid back on his tail to see what he was talking about.

There, right where his tail started, a slit made itself visible through the scales. It parted, two round shapes poking up and out. Oh.

He made a smug expression at your shock.

“Now, if you don't mind,” he looked at your swimsuit.

“You have two.”

“Mhm.”

“They have… bumps?”

“Mhm.”

“How would that even… Two…?”

“You're not supposed to put them both in at the same time, you know,” his tone was a little condescending, “you use one until it can't be used anymore, then you use the other. It's to make sure the reproduction is successful. I mean, unless you wanna give it a try,” he winked, “Are we done with this lesson in Lemurian biology or…?”

You ran your finger up the side of one of them, and he inhaled sharply, cursing in a language you didn't understand.

“If you intend to tease me, I’ll devour you and be done with it,” he warned, flicking his tail.

“N–no! I was just curious, I swear!” You raised your hands.

So he did eat humans. Noted.

Before he got any angrier, you untied the top of your swimsuit and tossed it aside. His eyes fell on your chest.

“If there was ever a moment for me to have my hands free…” he muttered.

You got off his lap and slid the bottom of your swimsuit down your legs as well. His dicks twitched.

“Come here,” he demanded.

You didn't waste any time getting on top of him again, aligning your hips above one of the lengths. With your hand, you guided the tip inside you.

He thrust up impatiently, slotting it to the hilt in one go with a sigh of pleasure. A string of unknown curses left his lips. You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, digging your nails into his skin.

A complex expression crossed his face, his eyes now studying your face intently.

His hips jerked up again, motivated by your spongy walls squeezing him so well. And again. He didn't care how badly you ended up scratching him. You felt too damn good.

“S–slow down…” You whimpered the words, each thrust accompanied by a moan.

The ridges along his dick were doing wonders at hitting your sweetest spot, and the way the tip kissed your cervix– it was dizzying.

“No. I need it. I need you. Now.”

He increased the pace, eyes glazed over with lust, a pink hue to his cheeks and ears.

Your clit rubbed against his scales each time he buried himself, and between all the pleasure, you were easily overstimulated.

He, on the other hand, was on the brink of an orgasm. You looked too good bouncing on him like that, with your tits on display and such a divine expression, that he didn't care he was about to cum early. It had been too long, he was too pent up.

“Yes, squeeze me like that,” he threw his head back, a shiver running up his body and making both his tail and his dicks twitch.

Warm thickness shot into you. Lots of it. His breathing was ragged and shaky.

You let him ride it out and recover, even though you hadn't achieved climax, because you needed some rest from the overstimulation.

He gently pulled out and swam aside, almost… bashful? More vulnerable, for sure.

“I’m not done, don't look at me like that. I’ll eat you out in a moment, but first I want you to try something.”

The directness of his statement made your face warm again.

“What do you want me to try?”

“Place your hand on my chest, above my heart.”

You laid your palm just where he described, between the half-moon marks your nails had made a moment ago.

His chest started to glow, hand sinking into it. You pulled back in surprise, only to find you had pulled out a dagger. His pupils dilated.

“It's you,” he whispered breathlessly.

“Huh…?” you looked at him and the dagger with confusion.

“Only one person can obtain that,” he pointed at it with his chin, “the one who will free me from my chains, the one destined to be my bride.”

You blinked repeatedly.

“Hurry, break them!” he turned around and showed you his wrists.

Still in the process of assimilating the information, you slashed the chains with the dagger. They disintegrated at the touch. Next, you swiped at the one on his neck.

He turned to you and flexed his hands in front of his face, stretching them.

“I’ve longed for this day…” His eyes zeroed on you. “I’ve longed for you.”

His hands held your face, mouth wasting no time in finding yours, his tongue plunging past your lips with a hunger of eons. The dagger sank, forgotten for now, your fingers pulling at his hair, his sounds of pleasure reverberating into the kiss.

Now that he could touch you, his hands travelled down to squeeze your tits, massage them, memorize them, down your ribs to your hips, and to the back to squeeze your rear and press you against him. It was then that you remembered he was still just as bare as you, and one of his dicks awaited.

His elegant fingers traced down your abdomen and found your clit, testing it at first, his lips hovering above yours with the promise of another kiss, but first he wanted to see your reactions. Your hips buckled against his hand, eyes half-lidded.

“I’m a Lemurian of my word,” he leaned in, kissing your neck.

The digits continued working you slowly as he made his descent with kisses across your body, appreciating each and every spot his lips touched.

He pulled away his fingers and used his hands to pry open your legs instead. You didn't go unstimulated for long, a kitten lick giving way to a full feast for him, his mouth trying to cover as much of your cunt as he could.

You had been left hanging before, and he was making sure to return the favor with interest. You gripped his hair.

His tongue slid up and down your folds, then focusing on your clit, before he sucked it, and repeated. If you had more mobility underwater, he would've encouraged you to ride his face. Instead, he put in the effort to move himself under you.

“Mm– Ah– Fuck…”

You could feel him smile against you by hearing your moans. He laid his tongue flat and shook his head side to side.

“Mmh! Oh my g–god… I’m gonna cum, fuck, I–”

He kept doing just that, until he felt your whole body spasm. Then, he gradually reduced the ministrations.

You felt weightless, even more so than you did by being underwater.

When you recovered, you found him holding you in his arms as he sat on a rock.

“I have a question,” he smiled playfully, toying with a strand of your hair, “when you said ‘my god’, you were referring to me, right?”

You huffed and pinched his cheek. “What kinda question is that!?”

“Ow ow ow!” He laughed, taking your hand in his and interlacing the fingers so you wouldn't be able to attack him again. “In any case, are you ready for one more round, cutie?”

You didn't really have a response for that. Yes, you were ready for one — and many other rounds, but with how good you felt seconds ago, another orgasm so soon might just send you straight to heaven.

He took your quickened pulse as a response and laid back on the rocks, pulling you on top of him one last time.

“Now we can do this properly,” he squeezed your thighs with a smirk.

He was about to rearrange your guts, wasn't he. Damn him and those toned core muscles.

“Don't go as fast, or I’ll get overstimulated again.”

“Hear hear.”

This time, when you guided the tip to your entrance, he didn't move, he let you sink slowly at your own pace, feeling each of the ridges brush up your walls one by one.

Once it was fully in, he exhaled shakily. You did your best to stay composed.

He let you rise and fall, though his hands stayed on your thighs and crept up to your waist, his intentions clear. As soon as you picked up the pace — he would take over.

Still, you worked yourself on him at a calm rhythm, rocking your hips to catch his scales on your clit when you weren't busy pushing the bumps against your g-spot.

Even you had your limits to this torture, however. Soon, you started becoming impatient, brain feeling fuzzy with pleasure, and the pace increased.

In that moment, he stopped acting like a toy for you to use, and made you his toy.

His hands held tightly to your waist and pulled you down onto him with force, his hips snapping up at the same time. A broken moan fell from your lips. He grunted, and did it again. And again. And again. And again.

Each time faster, harder, his and your noises louder, until you were both so lost that you fell on top of him while his eyes rolled back, mouth agape.

“D–don’t stop, don’t stop, don't stop…” You pleaded, burying your face in his neck, your whiny voice going straight to his crotch.

“Not gonna– so pretty– feel good– more–” his own words were mostly indecipherable.

If you weren't underwater, the sounds would be just as loud as your combined moans. His hips kept rolling up against you, precum already dripping, at a pace that would make any cardio enthusiast tremble.

He kept fucking himself into you, until he felt himself get close. His hand then focused on rubbing your clit.

“Need you to cum first,” he started repeating in whispers.

That brought you right to where he was pretty quick, his voice a siren song in prose. You bit down where his neck and shoulder met.

The curses in Lemurian returned, and did not stop even as he shot load after load into you, the sticky substance overflowing out of your cunt.

Your moans were muffled by the bite, but you came right with him, your cunt squeezing, milking him for all he was worth, your body shaking.

You both laid there in silence, unmoving, for a while, just holding each other.

He moved you to lay on your side and carefully pulled out. His dicks retracted back into his tail, satisfied.

“My beloved bride…” He caressed your face with the back of his hand. “You're mine forevermore.”

With a kiss, he sealed the pact.

After all, what did you think having sex with him meant, other than agreeing to being his?

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

✦ ◟Pnyo! ⊹𓆝 𓈒 ۫

WHAT IF!! | Damian finds a fish with a veeery strange face?

Synopsis; He finds a strange fish that not only steals his attention but also seems to be changing shape. Between obsessively caring for it and keeping his cat from eating it, something weird is happening: the fish is becoming... more human. A miracle or just an aquatic disaster? Damian doesn’t know what to think, but surely nothing will be the same after this.

Pairing ── Damian Wayne x Ponyo! Reader. (Platonic)

Content. MDNI ── Fluff, transformation, fight, mild violence?, supernatural elements, emotional conflict, character growth, ambiguity, mild suspense, fantastical creatures.

A/N ── English is not my first language—Spanish— Ugh, we’re finally starting to upload all the delayed requests. This one is special because, well, some friends specifically asked for it, and it kicks off the "What If!" section, where you can send me any silly situation or whatever you want.

Damian had never been a fan of comedic situations or casual affection. He had grown up surrounded by discipline, struggle, and duty, where everything that wasn’t a mission or a cause seemed unnecessary. Spontaneity and tenderness made him uncomfortable, as if they were territories he didn’t know and avoided with caution. But here he was, on a remote beach, trying to escape the feeling that something in his life was changing. Perhaps the peace of the sand beneath his feet or the sun barely touching his face made him feel vulnerable, something he had never allowed.

It was then that he saw her: a strange, glowing fish that emerged from the water with almost magical grace, as if it were a creature from a dream. Something about its appearance, with its peculiar shape and vibrant colors.

Damian, in an impulse as unexpected as it was baffling, grabbed the bucket that Cassandra and Stephenie had left forgotten by the shore. He lifted it quickly, without thinking, and caught the fish with the same precision with which he usually caught his enemies. There was no logical reason, no plan. He simply did it, as if, for once, the same curiosity that had made him take Goliath years ago was now driving him to do the same with this creature.

When he got home, the fish was still in the bucket, hopping slightly, as if it had no idea of the bewilderment it was causing in the boy who had, in some way, learned to treat the strangest animals as if they were normal. And though he couldn’t admit it, part of him felt a strange satisfaction.

Damian didn’t usually allow anything or anyone to interrupt his concentration, but something about this fish kept him in a constant state of alertness. He spent hours watching it in the fish tank he had placed in his room, studying every movement, every bubble it made while swimming. It wasn’t just curiosity. There was something else, something he couldn’t fully identify, but it felt like a small spark of something he had never allowed to ignite inside him.

At first, he watched it from a safe distance, not interacting too much, as if observing it silently was enough. But soon, the need to take care of it, to protect it from any possible threat, began to infiltrate his daily routine.

Every morning, he made sure its water was fresh, renewed, and free of impurities. His mother had taught him how to take care of little creatures, but he had never paid so much attention to the details as he did with this fish. The water had to be at the perfect temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, and the plants in the tank had to be kept clean, with no algae that could disturb its tiny ecosystem. If any leaf fell or something disrupted its balance, Damian would fix it immediately, as if the life of the fish depended on his intervention.

The others didn’t understand, of course. Drake and Duke, for example, would come over with mischievous smiles, bringing pieces of ham as if it were a harmless joke. He often found them crouched down, trying to give the creature a snack, and his patience would overflow. “What are you doing?” he’d ask with a calmness that barely hid his irritation. “Don’t give it ham. It’s not food for her.” And although his words were sharp, no one could deny the protective tone in his voice. The worst part was that his fish happily accepted the ham!

Sometimes, when they tried something new, like moving the tank to see how the fish would react, Damian couldn’t help but frown. No matter how ridiculous it seemed to others, in his mind, that creature deserved respect. And most of all, it deserved to be safe.

Alfred, the cat, was another constant concern. Although the cat usually behaved with innate elegance, he never missed an opportunity to observe the tank, his eyes filled with a furtive gleam. Damian had to come up with a series of tricks to keep the cat at bay. He’d place a special lid, one that kept the cat from opening it, and every time Alfred came close, he made sure he wasn’t too near the tank, always with that deadly glare that only a child trained in the art of discipline could possess.

As the days passed, something inside Damian began to change. He didn’t just take care of the tank and the fish with almost obsessive dedication; he did it because, somewhere deep inside him, he had grown fond of it. He wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but he knew that this little being, this strange creature he had caught on a whim, had become something more. It was his responsibility, his little refuge, a vestige of something more human that he had learned to avoid for years. And although he didn’t fully understand it, he couldn’t help but feel a strange peace every time he looked at the fish, swimming peacefully in its tank, unaware of the internal war its owner was fighting to protect it.

As the days went by, Damian began to notice something peculiar. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, the result of staring at it for so many hours, but soon it became obvious: his fish was growing. Not in a sudden way, but gradually, as if, somehow, it were changing before his eyes, transforming into something bigger, more... alive. At first, he was skeptical, attributing it to the fact that maybe the creature had been hungrier than he thought. But then, over time, the transformation wasn’t just physical. Its behavior also changed. It became more active, swimming in circles as if it were exploring, as if it weren’t the same creature he had known before.

Damian watched as its shape and color subtly began to alter. The fish’s scales became shinier, and its eyes, which once only reflected the calm of the water, now had a spark of something more: curiosity, perhaps. And the strangest thing of all was that it was getting closer to the surface of the tank, as if it wanted to get out. It was as perplexing as it was fascinating, but he couldn’t help wondering if his fish, somehow, was taking on a life of its own.

Something, though mysterious, was happening in their little world, and, though he didn’t fully understand it, a feeling of inevitability began to settle in his chest. The transformation was clear. Something magical, something he couldn’t control, was happening.

It was one afternoon, returning from a mission as Robin, when Damian discovered it completely. The door to his room was wide open, and a strange silence enveloped him as he entered. His gaze immediately went to the tank, only to discover that it had exploded, water spilling onto the floor and shards of glass scattered around. Panic swept over him, but then he saw it: a small figure in a red dress, completely soaked, jumping on his bed with overflowing energy.

“Damian! Damian!” the girl shouted, her face lit up with overflowing joy as she approached him, showing no trace of fear. Her eyes, now so familiar, looked at him with the same spark he had seen in the tank.

Damian stood still, his heart pounding in his chest, unable to fully understand what he was seeing. Where was his fish? Where and how did that strange girl get in? The girl, with her wet hair and soaked red dress, looked at him with a smile full of energy, as if she had finally found what she had been looking for.

And in that moment, seeing that familiar look, something inside Damian clicked. His fish, his strange and precious creature, had turned into a human, a girl.

A/N ── First off, yes, this request can continue. Feel free to send me questions or whatever if you like it. It's not a series, so no chapters or anything like that.

Honestly, I think I saw a Damian x Ponyo! Reader somewhere, but I can't remember the username, so all credit goes to them. If you see it, send me their username so I can give them the proper credit.

On another note, this story isn’t romantic, so don’t even ask. I’m watching you.

[teks-emporium]

This is what I predict the rest of the simp 12!Donnie moments to be like for the boys in The Algae is Always Greener lmao

Really good fic by @obsidiancreates, go give it a read :p

[honeybearbi]

i love my shrimps i love to look at my shrimps they are like tv to me #myshrimps

[alphynix]

Miosiren kocki was a sirenian (sea cow) that lived during the early Miocene (~20-15 million years ago) in what is now the North Sea basin in northwestern Europe.

Similar in size to the very largest modern manatees, about 4-4.5m long (~13-14'10"), it has traditionally been classified as an early member of the manatee lineage – but a study in 2022 suggested it may instead represent a much earlier stem of the sirenian evolutionary tree, with its ancestors potentially having diverged around 34 million years ago.

It had unusually thickened bones in its skull, especially around the roof of its mouth, which would have given its jaws a very strong chewing force. Isotope analysis of its teeth show it was part of a marine algae-based food web, unlike the seagrass-based diets of other sirenians, so it may have been specialized to feed on a much tougher diet. Possibly it was eating something like calcareous algae, or more speculatively it might even have been crunching on hard-shelled algae-consuming marine invertebrates.

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References:

Clementz, Mark T., Silvia Sorbi, and Daryl P. Domning. "Evidence of Cenozoic environmental and ecological change from stable isotope analysis of sirenian remains from the Tethys-Mediterranean region." Geology 37.4 (2009): 307-310. https://doi.org/10.1130/G25533A.1

Domning, Daryl P. "What Can We Infer About the Behavior of Extinct Sirenians?." Ethology and behavioral ecology of Sirenia. Cham: Springer International Publishing, 2022. 1-17. https://doi.org/10.1007/978-3-030-90742-6_1

Heritage, Steven, and Erik R. Seiffert. "Total evidence time-scaled phylogenetic and biogeographic models for the evolution of sea cows (Sirenia, Afrotheria)." PeerJ 10 (2022): e13886. https://doi.org/10.7717/peerj.13886

Wikipedia contributors. “Miosiren” Wikipedia, 18 Nov. 2024, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miosiren

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Another world (Neteyam x reader)

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Description: Falling into a world you only knew from a movie wasn’t in your cards, but falling for Neteyam - maybe life dealt you the right ones this time.

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, breeding kind, talk abt getting pregnant, small wounds and blood, talk abt dead parents/grandparents (readers)

Neteyam is aged up to like 21, reader is abt 19, the humans never came back and there’s no spider bc you know I don’t like him ahaha

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It had been a normal day for you - until it hadn’t. You were on your way home from work, your shift in the dingy little kiosk finally over, and your small apartment was waiting for you. You thought of the empty room that was once your grandmas, who would’ve been waiting for you a few months prior, but now she was gone and you had no one left. She and your grandpa had raised you, when your parents had died in an armed robbery. You were so small you didn’t really remember them, and your grandparents didn’t like to talk about the horrible day their daughter and son-in-law were ripped from them but you saw the newspaper cutouts they kept, and your heart broke everytime you caught a glimpse of them.

They did the best they could with their limited resources and their old age, even if money was tight most of the time, you never once stayed hungry and always felt loved. But now that the both of them were gone, you were all alone in the world and without being able to afford a college education, your future looked really depressing. The only thing you were looking forward to after working was watching your crime shows and crocheting.

You turned left, only needing to cross through the small park now and you would’ve been home, but when you started to descend the stairs at the entrance you were startled by a bright white light at the bottom. Being your clumsy self, you missed a step because of the distraction, your hand not grabbing the (probably disgustingly dirty) handle quick enough and you were falling forward.

Cursing you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for impact and hoping that the light you saw wasn’t some kind of new human trafficking tactic. But instead of landing on the hard concrete, everything around you turned so bright you even saw it though your eyelids, and when the light suddenly stopped, and you were still falling and falling and falling, you forced yourself to open your eyes.

Your scream got stuck in your throat, on one hand from all the air that was blowing in your face, and on the other from the view that revealed itself. For a moment you forgot that you were falling towards it, and just admired what seemed to be an almost endless jungle, that glowed like the bioluminescent algae you once saw on discovery channel.

But then your brain seemed to catch up after all and you let out a bloodcurdling scream when you realized that - as beautiful as the sight was - it was also coming closer and closer really fast. The only question bouncing around in your head was ‚What the hell was happening here?‘

The canopy came closer and closer and just before you hit it, you squeezed your eyes shut again, shutting your mouth out of instinct and shielding your head with your arms. It hurt like a bitch, the twigs and leaves scratching and slapping you on your way down, but simultaneously you were glad you hadn’t hit the ground or a big branch yet.

The trees were slowing you down quite a bit, but suddenly you did hit the ground with a thud. You just stayed there for a moment, contemplating if you were dead, but then you noticed that the „ground“ you hit, was moving and making noises, and suddenly you were hauled up by your upper arms, and sat on the real ground.

„What the hell?“, someone grumbled from the left and you finally opened your eyes, the adrenaline in your body blending out the pain from your injuries. What the fuck. What the actual fuck! You were sitting on the ground, surrounded by what seemed to be characters from the movie Avatar, but this couldn’t be real, could it?

You had of course seen the movie, it had been a huge success when you were like 13 or something, but that was a fictional world! This had to be a dream or something - nope it wasn’t, you were pinching yourself so hard you were sure you would bruise and you were still there - or maybe you died when you fell down those stairs? Oh god, oh god they were staring at you and damn they were tall what were you supposed to do oh-

„Who the hell are you?“, asked someone you immediately recognized - your brain was digging for the right memories. „I-I’m (Y/N)“, you stuttered out, your eyes wide opened as you scanned the people around you. The one who asked your name was Jake Sully if you remembered correctly and next to him should be…Neytiri. You didn’t recognize the others, but they liked a lot younger, there were a girl and two boys, the older looking one sat on the ground next to you and you realized you must have fallen on top of him. Your brain wasn’t really catching up to what was happening, and they seemed just as confused.

„Where did you come from?“, Jake’s eyebrows were now furrowed like he wasn’t sure what to make of you. „I’m from…I’m from Chicago? I really don’t know what happened I swear, I was just walking back from work and there was t-that light and I fell down the stairs and then I was falling and falling and oh god this can’t be happening, this is only supposed to be a movie-”, you were panicking and rambling on and on until Jake and Neytiri exchanged a look, and he bend down, effectively shutting you up.

„Okay take a deep breath kid“, he urged you and you did your best to force air into your lungs, suddenly wondering why you could even breathe here. If you remembered correctly the humans couldn’t breathe on the planet in the movies, and almost out of reflex you looked down at yourself, a helpless and kinda pathetic squeak leaving your mouth when you saw you were blue. „What the hell, why am I blue“, you didn’t even care about all the scratches that adorned your skin, the only thing that registered in your mind was that you were the same color blue as the people around you, you were even wearing the same stripes, just your clothes remained the same.

Your breathing picked up the more you panicked and before Jake could try to calm you down again, you passed out.

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Neteyam watched the girl fall unconscious, and caught her quickly before she hit her head on the ground. It was weird, almost like an instinct. Since she fell on top of him he was a bit dazed - partly because he was questioning where she was coming from - but also because he was charmed by your beauty.

It was confusing, there were lots of beautiful girls in his clan, but the one that seemingly fell from the sky (from a weird place called sheekago?) and laid in his arms, made his heart pound in an unknown way. Before he could dwell on it, his family interrupted his thoughts and he finally snapped out of it.

„You think the sky people came back ma Jake? Is she with them?“, Neytiri looked at the young woman with suspicion, but Jake only shook his head and slowly pointed to the atokirina floating down from everywhere, landing on you for a moment before spreading into the forest again. „Eywa“, Kiri whispered, and looked at the girl with a small knowing smile.

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You woke up and the first thing you noticed was the dull pain all over your body. You were confused for a moment, wondering if something happened at work for you to wake up like this, but then you opened your eyes and saw the brown ceiling of a tent, everything came rushing back to you. Oh my god, you were blue, you were a blue alien!

You contemplated just laying there, staring at the ceiling some more and maybe this would all turn out to be alright, but a head popped into your focus. „You’re awake!“, the girl grinned and you cleared your throat a bit, taking a deep breath (as not to panick again) and sat up with her help.

Your body resisted because of all the cuts, but you managed and noticed they had all been treated with some kind of ointment that was a bit cooling. „My name is Kiri“, the girl introduced herself and you mustered a smile, looking around the tent curiously, „How are you feeling?“

„Kinda hurts“, you sighed and she smiled at that. „Considering you fell from who knows where, you’re pretty lucky! Also lucky that Neteyam cushioned your fall“, she grinned a bit, and you figured he must be the young man that sat next to you in the ground earlier. „Ugh that must’ve hurt too, is he okay?“, you worried that your first impression in this new world (or parallel universe or whatever) was already a bad one.

„My brother’s fine don’t worry“, she reassured you, „I’m going to get my dad, he said to tell him when you wake up!“ She gave you one last nod, before disappearing out of the tent and leaving you alone with your thoughts. This really didn’t feel like a dream, and you were starting to feel like it was a more permanent thing, but you were forcing yourself to stay calm.

Was ist really so bad? You didn’t particularly enjoy your life back in your universe or on your planet or whatever, so maybe this would be okay? Of course you had a few friends, but you worked so much to make ends meet, that you barely saw them, but other than that there wasn’t much.

You sat there and tried to rack your brain for any helpful details from the movie you would need, but you felt like the plot itself must already be like 20 years in the past here if your guess that Kiri is Jake’s daughter is right. You remembered the people living here were called Na‘vi and that they won a war against the humans and most of them left except for a few allies (you remembered the face of that one science guy that came here with Jake in the movie).

And of course you remembered the love story between Jake and Neytiri, which means if Neteyam is Kiris brother, he is also their son. „Hey there“, you were startled out of your thoughts by Jake, he was already kneeling next to you, but you must’ve been so lost in thought that you didn’t notice. „Oh! Hey“, you smiled timidly, not sure what would happen now, and suddenly well aware that you were practically defenseless and they could just abandon you in the jungle.

„I hope you feel a bit better?“, he started the conversation and you just nodded, a bit shy under the leaders gaze. Suddenly another woman entered the tent, and after a second your brain pulled out a name that sounded right - Mo‘at. „Is she feeling better?“, she asked Jake, a strict look on her face, making you shrink a bit.

„She hadn’t got a chance to answer yet“, he grinned and you immediately relaxed with his layed back attitude. „I do“, you nodded and hugged your knees to your chest for comfort, „still hurts a bit, but it’s better, thank you.“

„Do you think you can walk? Maybe we can figure out what happened over dinner, hm?“, Jake rose from his squatted position and held out a hand for you, and you nearly flinched when you saw that your own hand reaching for his was blue. You definitely had to get used to that, and you also would like to look into a mirror sometime soon.

You silently followed behind him, you knew he probably adjusted his pace to yours, you were really slow and limping a bit. Plus you were simultaneously taking in everything around you in wonder - it looked just like in the movie, but even more beautiful and majestic. It seemed to still be nighttime, so you couldn’t have been passed out for long, and you were overwhelmed by the glowing flora and fauna.

You were so distracted that you didn’t notice Jake stopped and you ran straight into his back. „Oh sorry“, you blushed and looked down, god could you make any more of a fool out of yourself? „Don’t worry kid“, he reassured you, and then pointed upwards into the big tree you were standing infront.

„For familydinner we have to climb up there, you think you can manage? Just follow my footsteps okay?“, you wondered if that was the military man speaking - wanting you to climb a tree when you had just fallen from the sky - but you had no choice, so you did your best. Jake was way quicker than you, but you did make it at least halfway before you cuts and bruises were taking too much of a toll on you.

„I’ll get her“, you heard quietly from somewhere above, Jake was already out of sight - it seemed like his muscle memory kicked in and he forgot about you until he was up there. You didn’t dare look down, you had always been a bit frightened of heights and were trying to hold on to your courage. Your heart was still thrumming in your chest and almost leapt out of it, when suddenly a tall Na‘vi landed next to you.

You bit back a frightened squeak and looked up at the familiar figure with big eyes. Neteyam. The one you fell on top off. Ugh, talk about embarrassment. ��Are you alright?“, he asked, and it was the first time you heard his voice, since you passed out in the forest before you could. It was rich, dark but more sultry than his dads and made a shiver run down your spine involuntarily.

„(Y/N)?“, he smirked a bit and you couldn’t help but notice he remembered your name. But then you realized he was waiting for an answer and you were staring at him like an idiot. „Oh sorry! Uhh yeah, I’m just not used to climbing trees, plus I still kinda hurt all over“, you grimaced and looked up at him. It was crazy how you seemed to be in a Na‘vi body yourself now, but he was still towering over you by more than a head.

„Yeah my dad is like that sometimes, he forgot he was supposed to help you up until he was already at the top“, he chuckled making, „I’ll help you.“ You agreed and thought he would just pull you up now and then, but instead he firmly but still mindful of your injuries, hauled you onto his back and climbed the tree with you clinging onto him in shock.

You were up there three times faster than you were climbing before and he carefully set you down in the hut that was build in the tree. „T-thank you“, you were beyond flustered, you remembered - and saw here - that the Na‘vi had no problem with lots of naked skin, but only wearing a torn up summer dress and being pressed to Neteyams muscular back made you blush.

„You’re welcome sevin“, he grinned, but before you could ask what that meant, you were interrupted by his family. You swallowed and shrunk under their gazes, but you kind of felt safe with them, so you settled down around the food and started taking.

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„That is crazy“, Lo‘ak was the first to break the silence you ended your story about what happened. And god was he right, it really was crazy. „Like I told you, it was Eywa“, Mo‘at looked a bit smug that she had been right from the start it seemed. It made the most sense that Eywa sent you here - considering the light, that you didn’t fall to your death and the atokirina the Sullys told you about.

You knew all their names now, Jake and Neytiri had Neteyam, Lo‘ak and Tuk, and Kiri was Grace‘ daughter - adopted by them. They were still speechless from what you had told them, reciting a summarized version of the movie to prove you were telling the truth and they didn’t know what to say.

„I think we should all probably sleep on this, it was a really long day“, Jake pulled everyone out of their thoughts, earning nods from everyone and and uncertain expression from you. Where would you go?

„Come on, you can sleep in my hut for now“, Kiri beckoned you to follow her and you were relieved they didn’t move you somewhere else, somewhere you would feel even more alone than here. „Thanks“, you told Kiri and then turned to the other Sullys, „and thank you for dinner and helping me!“ The Sullys wished you a good night, but only one particular pair of eyes on you made your heart speed up.

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You had tried to keep it together the first few nights, thankfully falling asleep as soon as your head hit the hammock, because you were so exhausted. But it seemed like today it really sunk in that this would probably be your life from now on and you’d be here for the rest of it too.

You had been turning in your hammock too many times already trying to find sleep, so you finally gave up when the loud jungle noises drove you crazy and as quietly as possible snuck out the hut and onto the small platform in front of it, sitting down with your legs dangling in the air.

And then came the tears. It wasn’t that you were overly sad or missed your old life, it was just so so much to take in and so insanely overwhelming (you were blue for gods sake!) that you just couldn’t keep it together in that moment. And maybe you were mourning your old life a bit, but who could blame you for that - all the memories connected to your grandparents possessions, and maybe even your shitty job and apartment.

Trying to cry silently, you winced when someone sat next to you. „You okay?“, Kiri asked, bumping you gently with her shoulder in sympathy. „Yeah“, you tried to wipe your tears away, but she already saw them.

„And now again, but with an honest answer“, she squeezed your arm in encouragement and the tears were falling freely again, „are you okay?“ „Not really“, you sobbed, and to your surprise she immediately took you into her arms, making you feel comforted.

„You miss your home?“, she asked quietly while looking out into the glowing forest. „A bit, but not really it wasn’t a nice life I had there it’s just…a lot of change“, you mumbled and she hummed in understanding, continuing to hold you til you had cried it all out. Maybe that was what you needed in the first place - just to let it all out once and for all.

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It had been almost two months already, and you were settling in as much as you could. You didn’t really miss your life back where you came from, putting your handcraft-skills to use was so much more fun than working in that dingy little kiosk. Plus, eventhough you didn’t have that many friends here, you were really close with Kiri and she was a much better friend than yours back at home. You two bonded over being kind off the weird girls of the clan, her with her deep connection to Eywa and you being the demon girl who fell from the sky.

It took some time getting used to your new body, you had looked into a mirror the second day you were here, and it surprised you that you still kinda looked like yourself, but you also didnt. You liked it though. The tail took some more time, as did the ears, because they more often then not acted without your permission and betrayed how you felt. But in true Omaticaya fashion, you were wearing the traditional tweng and chest covers (eventhough you felt a bit exposed at first), first borrowed from Kiri, but she quickly showed you how to make your own.

Other than Kiri, only Lo‘ak, Neteyam and of course little Tuk were honestly nice to you. The other Omaticaya girls your age either thought you were weird because of where you came from, or they seemed to dislike you because you interacted with Lo‘ak and Neteyam a lot - at least that’s what Kiri told you. You had just laughed at that, they were both nice and handsome of course and you might even have a little crush on the oldest Sully, but from what you’ve learned over the last months, he was the most sought after bachelor of the clan, so no way would he be into some former human who spend her day weaving with his little sister.

The Sullys (weirdly enough even Neytiri) took you in and Kiri didn’t mind sharing her hut with you for now. All the older Sully kids had their own smaller huts in the trees surrounding the family’s main one, so they had privacy until they moved out once they found a mate. They were all old enough to choose one already, but neither had picked one yet.

You on the other hand were reluctant to think about a future here, because you never knew if one day you would encounter that bright light again and be swept off back to your own world. You tried to blend that out in your everyday life here, but it was always looming over you.

The only thing you were missing from earth were books. Like, you loved going swimming with Tuk, foraging with Kiri or strolling through the forest with Neteyam when he wanted to show you something. But when you were alone, you really missed reading a good book. Which was why you were currently one the way back from the human outpost, having exchanged the book Norm gave you a week ago for a new one. Weirdly enough they actually did have quite a lot physical copies of books, curtsy of Grace from what Norm told you.

It was almost eclipse now, the forest starting to awaken in bioluminescence. Uh oh, this wasn’t good, considering you went alone when you shouldn’t have (but you didn’t want to bother anyone) and now you weren’t even halfway back to the village with nothing to defend yourself if you stumbled upon a predator.

Clutching the worn out copy of ‚Twilight‘ to your chest, you hurried along the familiar path and just crossed your fingers you would be fine and no one would find out you went alone. Eventhough your ears were alert, you were still tremendously startled when Neteyam suddenly landed infront of you. You stopped in your tracks as not to run into him and let out a frightened sound, before realizing who it was.

Oh no, he looked kinda angry. „What do you think you’re doing syulang?“, he sounded accusatory and eventhough you started to get a hang of the language, he refused to tell you what the little nicknames meant he called you. Consequently his siblings refused to aswell when you asked them, but not without giving you a stupid grin.

„I-I just wanted a new book?“, it sounded more like a guilty question then the innocent answer you wanted it to be. „Alone?“, you could see he was gritting his teeth trying to stay calm. „I didn’t want to bother anyone, it’s not that far! You didn’t have to come looking for me we’re almost there anyway“, you tried to protest weakly, eventhough the thought that he noticed you were gone and came looking for you (and knew you good enough to know where to look) made your heart race pathetically.

„Good thing I did though“, he raised an eyebrow and suddenly threw a small knife into the bush next to you, an animalistic howl ringing in the air before it was silent, „there was a stray viperwolf following you the last few minutes.“ Okay, maybe he was right after all and you really shouldn’t wander of too far on your own, especially not in the dark.

„Thank you“, was the only thing leaving your lips and Neteyam just rolled his eyes. He could never stay mad at you, even if he was angry with you for being so careless with your safety. Eywa, he really had a weak spot for you. Even now, looking so guiltily with your eyes glued to the forest floor, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Ever since you fell on top of him, his heart felt like it was fate that you came into his world. He could see his siblings were suspecting his infatuation with you - considering their glances and smirks. But he couldn’t help that he was protective, even if his siblings giggled when he told them he was going to search for you earlier.

He was glad he did though, he didn’t want to think about what could have happened to you. Plus showing off in front of you was an upside too. „Come on, let’s get you home“, he ushered you forward, not able to resist his tail slipping around your thigh. Your own tail swaying behind you restless as a reaction made him smirk.

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„That’s really what the book is about? That’s crazy“, Kiri laughed while you two walked to communal dinner. Most of the time the Sullys ate here with the rest of the clan, only sometimes would they eat in private. „Don’t judge before you read it“, you chastised her with a grin, but you got her - especially in this world a love story about vampires must sound insane.

You two settled down in your usual spot at the edge of the busy clearing, waiting for the hustle to calm down a bit before getting your food. „Yeah, no I’m defiantly judging. But to your credit, if you read something like that you must really be a hopeless romantic“, she dramatically held her heart and fanned her face in mockery, making you giggle and pinch her side.

„Who’s a hopeless romantic?“, a familiar voice interrupted your conversation, making you blush immediately. „Not me“, Kiri said with a grin, and when she saw what her brother was carrying it got even wider. „It’s nothing“, you just shook your head and your heart jumped a bit when Neteyam sat down next to you. He normally ate with the other hunters or his friends, and sitting next to him made you incredibly nervous. Especially because of all the eyes on you.

To your relief everyone minded their own business relatively fast again, and you noticed Neteyam was looking at you. „What is it?“, you were curious now, looking up into his kind eyes, ignoring Kiris chuckles. „Here, I brought you dinner“, you only now noticed he had two leaves with freshly cooked meat on them in his hands.

„Oh thank you!“, you were suprised, but kinda glad you didn’t have to make your way though the crowd yourself. „It’s from the hunt today, I brought the sturmbeest down by myself“, he smirked, and you nodded trying to seem impressed. You weren’t really in the hunting game plus you weren’t even sure what a sturmbeest looked like yet, but it was cute how proud he was.

„Wow, that’s cool! Thank you“, you smiled at him in appreciation and he gave you a blinding smile. „Nothing for me brother?“, contrary to what she said, she didn’t look mad - she was wiggling her eyebrows with a grin. „Ahh get lost Kiri“, Neteyam waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, but he actually seemed a bit embarrassed - was he blushing?

Kiri just rolled her eyes and left to get food, leaving you two alone. „What was that about?“, you smiled and he gave you a roguish little smile. „Nothing yawne, just eat“, he urged you with a gentle hand on your elbow that made your skin tingle. Huh, that was a new nickname, you wondered what it meant.

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You shouldn’t have let Lo‘ak convince you. But you wanted to see an ikran so bad! You hadn’t wanted to ask anyone in case it was like something private or sacred not to be shared, but when Lo‘ak offered to take you to see his ikran when you were both in the village bored out of your mind, you had only needed a bit convincing to leave without telling anyone.

You werent sure if you really weren’t allowed to go, but Neteyam always seemed hell bent on keeping you from each and every risk possible, so you assumed that extended to encountering an ikran.

„Come on (Y/N) don’t slow down!“, Lo‘ak always seemed to have an infinite amount of energy and you did your best to keep up with him without falling on your face. „Are we almost there?“, you called ahead, just narrowly avoiding a branch that would’ve knocked you in the head otherwise.

„Yeah just a bit ahead“, he called back and you rolled your eyes - this was the fourth time he said that. But it seemed like he was telling the truth this time, because you broke out of the treeline and stopped on a wide open cliff, looking out onto the hallelujah mountains.

„Wow“, you were amazed by the sight, Lo‘ak grinning cheekily at your stunned face. „Pretty cool, huh?“, he asked, bumping you with his shoulder and you only nodded. Your brain couldn’t make sense of the flying rocks, making it even more magical.

Lo‘ak suddenly whistled and after a moment or two, a mighty beast shot upwards from the abyss infront of the cliff, startling you so much you let out shocked yelp. Lo‘ak snickered at his successful attempt to mess with you - and then his ikran landed infront of you.

It was towering over the two of you, screeching at Lo‘ak like a greeting and eyeing you with alert. „He’s a sweetheart, just don’t look into his eyes“, he was already petting the dragon-like creature. You immediately averted your eyes towards the ikrans body rather than his head.

„Come here slowly“, Lo‘ak motioned for you to move closer and you did, trying to keep calm as not to startle the creature who could probably eat you with two bites. „Here“, he smiled when you were standing next to him, taking your hand and laying it onto his banshee, the creature not startled by another hand on his back.

It felt similar to a snakes skin, but the colors were even more intense up close. „This is so cool“, you breathed and could almost feel his proud smile. You knew it wasn’t always easy for the younger Sully, but it made you happy how carefree he seemed in moments like that.

„Neteyam might kill me when he finds out, but you wanna go for a ride?“, he grinned mischievously. „Are you kidding? Hell yes!“, you nodded in excitement, infected by Lo‘aks troublemaker vibe, the thought of messing with perfectly correct Neteyam a bit (even if you thought that part of him was adorable) making you grin too.

„Come on then!“, he hopped into his ikrans back with ease, pulling you up behind him. „Hold on tight!“, was the last warning he gave and then you were off, flying and maneuvering the hallelujah mountains with excited squeals and shocked gasps when Lo‘ak wanted to show off.

„This is amazing!“, you called, taking in the otherworldly view around you and the thrilling feeling of flying on a banshee. Lo‘ak only laughed, and suddenly dipped down straight, making you squeak in terror.

It had been about an hour or so, when he suddenly stiffened a bit. „Uh oh, the fun police“, he groaned, and when you looked over his shoulder you saw Neteyam on his ikran, a bit farther away.

With a sigh, Lo‘ak was making his way over to the cliff where you started from, landing there and helping you down before bidding goodbye to his banshee. As soon as he was gone, Neteyam landed. His ikran was a mighty beast, even bigger and a bit meaner looking than Lo‘aks and the rider himself looked just as mad.

„What are you two doing here?“, Neteyam was addressing Lo‘ak right away, not even looking at you, and to your shock he was basically seething. „We were bored so I offered to show her my ikran“, to his credit Lo‘ak didn’t even flinch under his brothers angry glare, only rolling his eyes.

„Why do you always have to do the things you’re not supposed to?! Take things that aren’t yours?! Putting others in danger?!“, Neteyam was basically shouting, and even Lo‘ak looked a bit startled by his brothers intense reaction.

„Neteyam it wasn’t his fault“, you tried to calm down the older Sully, but it only seemed to work a bit when you gently squeezed his upper arm. „Yeah sooo I’m gonna go“, Lo‘ak took the chance to dip now that Neteam was distracted for a second and Neteyam almost went after him if it hadn’t been for you hanging onto his arm.

„Don’t be like that, he just took me flying. I don’t think I was ever in any real danger“, you tried to look as innocent and sweet as possible as not to get yelled at too. Neteyam looked down at you for a moment, scanning you over once and then sighing, losing all the tension he previously had.

„Yeah you’re right, it’s not really about the risk, it’s just that…“, he started but let the sentence hang in the air, turning his head away from you and you were wondering what was happening. „Come on, you can tell me“, your hand slipped down his arm almost on its own, taking his hand in yours and making him look back at you.

„If you wanted to see an ikran why didn’t you ask me?“, he looked a bit embarrassed when he finally spilled what he was bothered by and you were taken aback for a moment. „I didn’t necessarily want to see an ikran, I was just bored and Lo‘ak was free - if you would’ve been around I would’ve asked you Neteyam“, you didn’t know why exactly he was so bothered by Lo‘ak taking you to fly.

„You…wanna meet mine too?“, he motioned to the beast behind him with his head and a hopeful glint appeared in his eyes. „I‘d love to“, you agreed, happy to see his spirits lifted again, „but makeup with Lo‘ak later okay? And don’t be so hard on him.“ He begrudgingly agreed while pulling you over to his banshee, who didn’t look so mean anymore now that his rider wasn’t angry either.

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Every once in a while the Sullys had family dinner together in their hut and not in the communal area with the rest of the clan, just like tonight. It was a bit chaotic but you loved it - and you especially loved that they naturally involved you as part of it.

Everyone was there already except Neteyam, and you were settling down in the middle of the hut, the food laid out in the middle. Lo‘ak was still in the corner, filling his waterskin, and was about to make his way to sit in the free place next to you, when his older brother came in, a bit out of breath.

„Sorry I’m late, incident at training“, he explained, and you had to look away quickly before your gaze would get caught on his flexing muscles as he laid down his bow. Kiri next to you snickered - she had known about your crush on her older brother ever since she saw you ogling him when all of you were at the river.

You didn’t really catch what happened next, only seeing Lo‘ak who was almost standing next to you, about to sit down, and suddenly it was Neteyam who sat there (closer than his brother would’ve ever sat), and a grumbling Lo‘ak was walking away to sit down next to his mother, who seemed amused by her eldest behavior.

Before you could dwell on it too much, your train of thought was interrupted by Jake, but the way Neteyams thigh brushed yours when he helped you to some food (he was such a sweetheart), before helping himself to some, distracted you significantly.

„So (Y/N) tell me, as a former human yourself, what do you miss most about earth, like foodwise?“, Jake addressed you with a grin. The topic of earth was the thing the both of you bonded most over and next to the actual humans here, it was nice to have someone who could empathize with your situation a bit closer. Plus, Jake loved playing these little games with you, even if you were kind of from the past - at least from his perspective.

„Uh that’s a hard one“, you had like a million foods and drinks you missed from earth you missed, „if I had to pick like top 5 I’d probably say Ice cream, Sushi, cheesecake, coffee and maybe a nice cold coke.“

Jake nodded like he approved of your choices and then added, „only thing I’m really really missing is an ice cold beer.“ It was so funny to see the confused looks of the other family members, and maybe that was what actually prompted Jake to talk about this, you thought with a grin.

„Or a bag of chips and Guacamole“, you added and the both of you were laughing while Neytiri fondly rolled her eyes and the siblings just continued eating in confusion. „I’m glad you have someone to play your stupid little games with other than the sky people ma Jake“, Neytiri acted like she was annoyed by Jake’s antics, but you could tell she loved exactly that about him.

The conversation shifted from human food to the training incident Neteyam talked about earlier, but you didn’t really listen, because you were concentrating on eating your food without chocking when Neteyams tail wrapped itself around yours.

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„Come on (Y/N)!“, Tuk beckoned you into the water she was already splashing around in and with a grin you joined her there. All of the Sullys were busy today, so Neytiri had asked if you could accompany Tuk to the Lagoon she was begging everyone to go to for days. It wasn’t that far, so it was safe, Tuks mother reckoned.

„Wanna see how good I can jump?“, Tuk was so excited to finally come here, that she was bouncing around like crazy, but her enthusiasm infected you too. „Of course! Show me!“, you laughed with her, sitting on a rock that was only a little submerged in the lagoon - you could see her jumping from the boulder perfectly from there.

It went on like that for a few hours, the two of you hanging out by the lagoon, talking, laughing and you even decorated her hair with little flowers. It made you a bit nostalgic, back on earth - if you would’ve had the money for college - you would’ve loved being a kindergarden teacher and hanging out with Tuk kinda made you wonder if you were to have your own children some day. You tried to bury the thought of her older brother as their father just as quickly as it came.

„Hey you two!“, as if you had summoned him, Neteyam strolled out of the bushes and Tuk excitedly leapt of the rock you two were sitting on, swimming over to her brother. „Neteyam!“, she threw herself into his arms wet as she was, but he didn’t seemed to mind and only caught her with a loud laugh. Damn, that didn’t really help stifle your previous thoughts.

„You’re having a good time?“, he smiled at her and she nodded vigorously, already moving around to be let down from his arms. „Yes! I wanna show you how good I can jump now!“, before he could even answer, she already ran over to the boulder she was jumping from the last few hours. „Give me a second, I’ll watch from over there“, Neteyam called out to her and when he pointed to you, and dived headfirst into the water like a pro, you had to admit you got a bit wet in your tweng.

He surfaced right in front of you and you could only look at him with a flustered expression - you didn’t think you would ever forget his smirking face right in front of your slightly spread legs. Before you could slip further into a naughty fantasy, he moved to the side and pushed himself up and you had to force yourself to move your eyes as to not ogle his wet and muscular body.

„Neteyam! Neteyam look!“, Tuk screamed before jumping into the water head first and the both of you laughed at her enthusiasm. „I don’t get how she has so much energy, she’s been doing that for hours“, you smiled and shook your head in disbelief. „Yeah, sometimes I wish I had that much energy too“, he grinned and playfully bumped your thigh with his.

God, the size difference between your kinda squishy one (you reckoned you had some human features because the female Navis were all corded muscle) and his thick muscular one was making you flustered, especially when he didn’t pull it away, instead keeping it pressed to yours.

„You did great Tuk!“, Neteyam called over to his little sister who had just emerged and tried to calm his racing heart at feeling you pressed up right next to him. He had waited for you to settle in fully, and it took some time for him to sort out the things you made him feel, but he decided he couldn’t wait anymore and started courting you when he heard the other male hunters talk about making a move on you. The thought alone made his tail move over yours.

Tuk continued showing of her jumps, while Neteyam worked up the courage to give you his gift. You had accepted the meat he gave you at dinner yesterday, the one he had hunted for you, so you should also accept the necklace he made you, but he was nervous still. Taking a deep breath, he fished the jewelry out of the little bag that was strapped to his loincloth and turned a bit towards you.

„I made something for you“, Neteyam said next to you and you averted your eyes from Tuk to look at what he meant. In his hands laid a beautiful necklace out of thin leather stripes with what you identified as gemstones braided in, and it looked almost identical to the one he was wearing. „Really? You made that for me?“, you looked up at him .

Neteyam had to remind himself that his little sister was still jumping around happily a few feet away, otherwise he would have kissed you on the spot. „Yeah“, he was breathless from the way you were staring up at him and the anticipation of your answer to his offering. „It’s beautiful 'Teyam. Can you help me put it on?“, you smiled at him and he almost lost his grip on the necklace when you called him that nickname.

„Of course“, the grin his face was sprouting was making your heart feel like it was expanding in your chest, so you quickly turned around for him to fasten the necklace. His fingers gently brushed your hair to the side and left a path of tingles in their way. The necklace was more like a choker and considering it was a gift from him, the thought sent a slight shiver through you.

When you turned around again, the way his necklace sat snugly against your pretty throat satisfied some primal side of him. Everyone could see who they had to answer to now if they decided to make a move on you, he thought with a smirk. „Thank you“, your pretty blush made him go feral and when you took his hand and squeezed it, he would’ve kissed you - if it hadn’t been for the water suddenly showering you two. „You aren’t even watching!“, Tuk complained, pouting in the water a few feet away.

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„Pretty necklace you got there“, Kiri was smirking at you the next morning, when her, Tuk, Lo‘ak and you went foraging - but instead sat on a clearing and talked. „Oh thanks, 'Teyam gave it to me“, you smiled, your hand automatically reaching for the chocker like it had done many times til he gave it to you. „Teyam?“, Lo‘ak was grinning mischievously and you could feel yourself blush.

„You’re so in love it’s almost disgusting“, Kiri laughed, and you were rendered speechless for a moment. „I think it’s cute! When you two are mated, you’re our sister, that will be so cool!“, Tuk seemed excited, but you looked at them with wide eyes. „Why would we be mated?“, you pressed out and they all paused in their teasing.

„What?“, Kiri asked confused, „what do you mean? He’s been courting you for the last two weeks.“ She was looking at you like it was selfexplanatory. „He’s been what?!“, your voice took on a shrill note and you sat ramrod straight. „He hunted that sturmbeest for you and brought you the meat, sits with you at dinner even if he almost has to take me out for the seat, made you that necklace, took you flying after getting insanely jealous over me taking you for a flight and is way over the top protective over you?“, Lo‘ak looked at you as if you were stupid, but now that they labeled what had been happening as courting, every interaction with him ran through your mind with a different filter.

„You’ve broken her“, Tuk whined and snapped you out of your trance. „He’s…he’s been courting me? Why didn’t he say anything?“, you whispered and were surprised they heard you. „You really didn’t know?“, Kiri looked a bit shocked. „No! I’m not from here, remember? How would I know that? 'Courting‘ in my world is vastly different!“, you started panicking a bit.

„But you like him don’t you? I mean it’s quite obvious you two are into eachother“, Lo‘ak shrugged and didn’t really seem to see a problem here. „I-I do, a lot, but I still can’t mate with him“, you blushed when suddenly you realized what that mating would include but pushed the thought to the side.

„What? Why? Don’t you wanna be my sister?“, Tuk climbed over her older brother in order to sit in your lap, hitting him in the face with her tail in the process, making Kiri giggle. „Oh Tuk“, you cuddled her close, „I’d love to be your sister. I’m just worried about the possibility that one day the light that brought me here will take me back again - and I’d be gone just like that. It’s better not to form such permanent attachments as mating, no matter how much I like your brother.“

„Eywa brought you here for a reason (Y/N). You said you didn’t like your life on earth and I think she sent you here to live a happier life - a life with my brother“, Kiri tried to reassure you, but you still weren’t convinced. „Yeah (Y/N), he’s so in love with you, he’s never acted like that before. There are so many willing females throwing themselves at him, but he doesn’t even glance at them, because he’s only looking at you“, Lo‘ak looked as serious as you’ve never seen him before.

„Promise me you’ll at least talk to him? Soon? But knowing him I can tell you that much - he’d rather take all the time he can get with you even if it’s limited, than not having any time with you at all“, Kiri wisely told you and you sighed, nodding and hugging Tuk closer to you.

„Plus, I really hope you’ll stay here too“, Kiri almost seemed a little bashful, „you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.“ You looked at her and tried to stop yourself from tearing up. „Come here“, you opened your arms and beckoned her to join yours and Tuks hug, hugging her tightly when she finally moved with a roll of her eyes. „You’re the best friend I’ve ever had too Kiri“, you smiled and she squeezed you gently as a response.

„For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty cool too“, Lo‘ak chimed in from next to you with a grin and after exchanging a mischievous grin, you and Kiri pulled him into the hug too with a laugh, ignoring the groaning Tuk (and Lo‘ak).

It seemed like you really had found a family here too. And it was weird to think that Neteyam really returned your feelings, for gods sake he was courting you! Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest and you just prayed that Eywa would give you a sign or anything else to let you know you would never have to go back and could spend your life here - and that you could accept his advances and stay here with all of them.

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Neteyam decided he couldn’t wait anymore and would ask you to be his mate tonight. You seemed to accept his courting and he just wanted you to be his. So he decided to talk to his parents about this, eventhough he was sure they had already heard through gossip that he was courting you - and by gossip he meant Kiri and Lo‘ak.

„Mom, Dad, can we talk for a moment?“, he weirdly enough had found his parents in the same place - they were at home sorting through herbs. He could only guess they were told by his grandmother to do so. At his appearance they stopped their work and he settled down with them. „It’s about (Y/N)“, his mother guessed and gave him a knowing smirk and he was almost offended by how easy he was to read.

„(Y/N)? What about her?“, Jake was confused and Neteyam was reassured that it seemed to at least be only his mother that could see right through him. Then again, his dad was generally pretty clueless about things like that. „Ma Jake, he’s been courting her for two weeks now“, Neytiri rolled her eyes at his dads density.

„What, really? And does she know that?“, Jake asked and Neteyam and his mother were looking at him in question. „She accepted my gifts and the meat I hunted for her, and my offers to spend time with her if you mean that“, Neteyam shrugged and his stomach fluttered when he thought about you.

„No, what I mean is, that she’s not from here, humans don’t 'court' like Na‘vi do, are you sure she knows what you’re doing is leading to you two being mated?“, his father explained himself, „Because I’m not sure anyone ever explained that part of our culture to her.“ Mother and son were in thought for a moment, as they had to grasp the concept that she was from a completely different world - she had adapted so well they forgot about that sometimes.

When none of them said anything, Jake cleared his throat and continued. „I don’t doubt she likes you, even your daft old dad sees that, and I’m not telling you she will say no or anything - just be patient with her because she might not expect it, okay?“, he reassured his oldest son. „Thank you Dad“, Neteyam nodded gratefully and then looked over to his mom, „but the reason I came here for originally was to ask for both of your approval and permission to ask her to be my mate tonight.“

His parents exchanged a fond glance, proud of the man their son had become and proud of his choice. „Of course you have our approval. (Y/N) might not be able to become Tsahìk without training, but my mother and I talked to Kiri about this possibility - and she is more than suited and willing to take on that role when the time comes“, Neytiri smiled encouragingly at her older son, happy that he found someone to spent his life with.

„Your mother is right, you’re perfect for eachother“, his dad clapped his back proudly and Neteyam felt significantly lighter than when he arrived in the family’s hut. „I think you should know that you might need to keep a closer eye on her if you announce your bond though“, his mother looked a bit thoughtful, „I heard that some of the other woman already suspect your affections for her and they don’t seem to be happy about being overruled by what they perceive as an outsider.“

Neteyams previously light mood, darkened in record time. His mother thought they would compromise you somehow? He couldn’t even fathom the thought of you being hurt, but he knew you weren’t the best at defending yourself so if they caught you alone it was absolutely possible. „Don’t worry Neteyam, we’ll all keep an eye on her“, his Dad try to calm him, the dangerous glint in his eyes unsettling him. „Thank you, both of you“, he gestured a goodbye to his parents, „I’m going to find her now.“

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He had been searching for you a while before he found Kiri who told him you were off reading again, on the small Plattform he had showed you weeks ago that was high up in the trees. With a grin he had run off, that actually fit perfectly into his plans. The platform was private and cozy, just right to ask such an important question.

When her reached the tree, it started to get dark slowly and he quickly climbed upwards. He could hear you turn a page when he was close and when he could finally see you his chest got all warm. You were so beautiful, tucked into the corner with the blanket you brought and completely immersed in your book.

„Hello yawne“, he grinned when you were startled and looked at him in surprise. „Don’t scare me like that 'Teyam!“, you playfully scolded him and sat upright, closing your book after marking the page. With a soft smile, he moved onto the platform and sat down on the bouncy material next to you, so close he could see you blush a little - but when you seemed to automatically lean into him a bit, his heartbeat quickened ridiculously.

He didn’t know where to begin. „What is it?“, you looked at him in worry and carefully took his hand, yours so small and delicate in his. He immediately cradled it lovingly. „You always asked me what the nicknames I called you meant“, he started and stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.

„Yes“, you were a bit breathless at the affection he was showing you. „Syulang means flower, because you’re just as unique as every single one on this moon“, he gently pushed a piece of hair out of your face and your eyes widened in wonder. „Sevin means beauty, because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever encountered“, he whispered, his tail moving to tangle with yours and your breath momentarily stopped.

„Neteyam“, was the only thing you could whisper, not knowing if you wanted him to stop or to keep going. He sent you a shaky smile and moved his head closer to yours, almost touching your forehead to eachother. „Yawne means beloved“, his breath hit your face softly and you could guess what came next, closing your eyes in agony, „because I love you. Eywa (Y/N) I love you so much and I see you. Oel ngati kameie. I’m yours, if you’ll have me. Be mine? Be my mate?“

You wanted him so bad, you wanted to love him and you wanted to let him love you - but you couldn’t. You couldn’t bare the thought of leaving him behind if you would encounter the light that brought you here again. And you had every intention to tell him, but when you opened your eyes and looked into his golden ones, so full of love and desire you were left speechless.

His hand slipped to your cheek, and you noticed how he moved in even closer - just a tilt of your head and you would’ve been kissing your love. Closing your eyes again, you couldn’t bear to see the heartbroken look on his face as you pulled away from him. „I can’t Neteyam“, you had to force the words out, your heart not wanting to say them at all.

It was silent for a second and you thought maybe he was gone as quickly as he came, but a big firm hand pulling your face back around proved you wrong. „Did I do something wrong? I thought you accepted my courtship, did I read you wrong? Please (Y/N) look at me“, he pleaded with you, the desire and love in his eyes now overridden by panic.

„No! No you didn’t do anything wrong and you didn’t read me wrong I do…I do love you“, your heart couldn’t take hie broken expression, even if you couldn’t be with him you had to atleast make sure he knew it wasn’t him. He brightened up a little at that, but his ears were still low and close to his head. „What is it then? Talk to me yawne, please“, he looked so concerned for you and was so gentle still, that you were sure he would be the right choice if you could let yourself be his.

„I didn’t…realize you were courting me at first, not until your siblings pointed it out to me“, you started to explain yourself, trying to keep your composure. „When they told me I was elated at first that you returned my feelings, but then…then I realized I could be pulled out of this world any moment again, we can’t be sure it won’t happen and I can’t bear the thought of leaving you, especially not after making the bond“, you continued, „not to mention that you’re the next leader of your clan and some people still see me as a demon, it’s not an appropriate match anyway.“

„Bullshit“, Neteyam blurted out after a moment of silence, repeating something that his father said when he’s frustrated. You just looked at him with wide eyes. „You’re perfect for me, the clan will have to deal with that, most of them have accepted you already. I already talked to my parents and they approve yawnetu, Kiri will be Tsahìk when the time comes and they love you, they couldn’t think of someone better for me either“, he ranted on and you had to smile at his vigor to convince you, your hand gently stroking his cheek.

„You forgot the most important part“, you sighed, letting your hand fall down. He caught it and pressed it back to his cheek, not willing to lose that feeling. „I don’t care. I’d rather have only a year, a month or a week with you than not have you at all“, he was desperate, wishing you would just let him love you. „I can’t“, you were on the verge of tears, he could see it and his heart broke even more. „Maybe Eywa sends a sign, letting me know I won’t ever go back, but we don’t know that will happen“, this was worse than all the scenarios he thought about, knowing you wanted him too, but feeling like you couldn’t was torture.

„Do you want to? Go back I mean?“, he suddenly asked, catching you off guard. You were lost in thought for a moment. Back home? Was it even home anymore? You missed your true crime and your crochet, and going to the bar with your friends once in a while, but that was nothing compared to what you’d miss if you would go back. You couldn’t even fathom how much it would hurt to leave all of this behind.

„No. Never“, you shook your head decisively.

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You were essentially hiding from Neteyam the last two days. He was somehow convinced if he would just dote on you enough he would get Eywa to send a sign and you to agree to mate with him. It was probably not working on Eywa, but your resolve on the other hand was crumbling with every sweet gesture and every gentle touch. That’s precisely why you were avoiding him, trying to stop yourself from falling into his arms.

But you couldn’t run forever and Kiri had bullied you into attending communal dinner tonight, so there you were, making your way to your usual spot to meet her. „Evening (Y/N)“, someone greeted you from behind and you stopped in your tracks, and turned around. To your surprise it was Au‘tel, one of the hunters from the clan - not nearly as impressive as Neteyam though. You had to reprimand yourself for thinking about him.

„Good evening“, you smiled at him politely, still wondering what he could possibly want from you. He had never talked to you before now. „I brought you some of the food“, he grinned and held out a portion of cut up fruits, and your eyes widened. Now that you knew what it meant, you couldn’t possibly accept what seemed to be a courting gesture.

You were raking your brain for an acceptable rejection, when you felt him before you even saw him. His hand possessively went around your waist and you could feel your heartbeat in your throat. This wasn’t good. „She doesn’t need you to provide food“, he was basically growling at the other man, you had never heard Neteyam sound so venomously, Au‘tel shrinking visibly under the larger man’s glare.

„Sure, I apologize“, he was gone as suddenly as he came, and you were glad he scurried away instead of talking back, because you were sure Neteyam wouldn’t have hesitated to hurt him. Suddenly you were very aware of how quiet it was around you, the people eating dinner pausing and looking at the scene unfolding infront of them.

Oh god, that were definitely way too many eyes on you, and they were looking curiously at the way their future leader was still holding you closely. And the way some of the other young women were eyeing you with murderous envy was making you panic, pulling yourself out of Neteyams grip hastily and disappearing into the forest quickly. You would apologize to Kiri later.

You were blushing massively and breathing too quickly, not even knowing where you were going. You had to admit it was kind of hot how he staked his claim on you, but then you remembered all the people looking at you, judging you and you were so blinded by the tears that were suddenly running down your face from your feelings that were pulling you into all different directions the last few days, that you nearly missed the steep cliff that suddenly opened up infront of you.

You gasped, trying to stop yourself from falling down into the dark abyss, but you couldn’t catch yourself anymore and you were sure you would’ve fallen hadn’t it been for Neteyam. You didn’t even notice him following you, but thank Eywa he did, pulling you back from the cliff and into his chest safely.

Neteyams heart almost fell out of his chest when he saw you nearly fall down that cliff, holding you even tighter at the thought of what could’ve happened. „You’re okay, you’re okay“, he tried to soothe not only you but him, turning you around and pulling you into a tight hug.

You let yourself be held for a moment, just enjoying the close proximity you had forbidden yourself the past days, before pulling yourself away from his chest and wiping your tears away. He reluctantly let you go, not looking happy with having you leave the safety of his arms. „Thank you 'Teyam“, you mumbled, looking to the ground and trying move around him to go back to Kiris hut to just sleep. You really lost your appetite anyway.

„Don’t go“, he pleaded, trying to hold you back, but you shook him off. „I told you we can’t. You shouldn’t have done that back there, everyone saw“, you looked up at the taller Na‘vi in desperation. „Good. Let them see who you belong to, so no other skxwang will try to make a move on you“, he was basically seething at the thought of that idiot trying to court you back at dinner.

You were stunned at the intensity of his possessiveness for a moment, some primal part of you was urging you to lay down and mate with that perfect male, but you quickly squashed the thought. „Don’t…don’t say that“, you whispered, and Neteyam seemed to realize all too quickly what effect he had on you and stepped closer.

„Why? Does it make you want to mate with me?“, he was smirking, something rumbling deep in his broad chest, his pectorals flexing under your gaze. You knew if you would’ve stayed only a second longer you would’ve given yourself to him - so you ran.

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You knew it was childish and you had to talk about it, but you just needed a day to have some peace and quiet. In the morning you had immediately fled the trees that housed the Sullys huts and settled in a small clearing with a basket to weave and keep you occupied until you were ready to go back.

You were seriously contemplating giving into your heart and accepting Neteyam, but you just couldn’t shake the image of a heartbroken Neteyam if you really would be taken back someday. You knew what happened to Na‘vi when their mates died (and you doubted disappearing would be different), and you didn’t want Neteyam to wither away slowly because of you. Not if he could’ve had a chance to live a happy life with someone else some day if you were sent back - but mating with him and making the bond would rob him of that.

It was already getting dark and you knew you had to go back, so you slowly made your way through the forest, holding your finished basket in one hand. You were a few minutes away from the Sullys huts, when you encountered Saelia, Nes‘ti and Tizon, three of the women who were thought to be picked as Neteyams mate - if it hadn’t been for you.

„Look what we’ve got here“, Nes‘ti laughed when they spotted you and you just looked at them like a deer caught in the headlights. „It’s the demon“, Saelia chuckled darkly, „probably coming from a secret date with Neteyam.“

Oh no, this wasn’t going to turn out pretty, you thought as they stepped closer to you. „I don’t see it, do you?“, Nes‘ti was eyeing you in mockery. „No, no I really don’t“, Tizon cackled, and they exchanged glances. „See what?“, you had the courage to ask, but realized immediately that was stupid. They suddenly dropped the fake humor and looked at you in rage.

„See whatever the hell he sees in you!“, Saelia spit out, taking a step forward and startling you. „Yeah we have been wondering what it could possibly be, you’re not even one of the people, and you managed to take Toruk Maktos eldest son“, Tizon pushed you back by the shoulders, and you stumbled back, luckily catching yourself.

„Yeah, he’s been completely ignoring us ever since you fell out of the fucking sky!“, Saelia seemed to be seeing red and suddenly pushed you back way harder than Tizon did, making you stumble and you turned trying to catch yourself. Your foot got caught on a root, and you fell head first against a rock laying on the ground, effectively splitting your forehead open.

„You shouldn’t have done that!“, you heard them bickering behind you. „What?! You did it too!“, someone hissed back, and you felt them scurry away quickly, now that they realized they injured you. Groaning you sat up, already feeling the blood running down your face. Great. This was just great.

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„Ouch“, you hissed as Neytiri cleaned the cut on your forehead, but her grip on your chin stayed firm. „Now, tell me how this happened, and no lies this time“, she berated you. Maybe trying to sell that you only fell wasn’t the smartest idea with her - would’ve worked with Jake though. „It was just those stupid girls, pestering me about Neteyam“, you sighed and she looked down at you in concern.

„They hit you?“, she inquired further, putting some paste on the cut now that it stopped bleeding and it immediately soothed the stinging. „No, they pushed me around and I tripped“, you recounted the events from earlier, and looked up at her. She finished up with your cut and sat down next to you in her family’s hut.

„And now tell me what else is bothering you child“, you rarely saw her this gentle and took a deep breath. „It’s just… Neteyam and I-“, you were suddenly interrupted by Neteyam and Lo‘ak coming into the hut, and your eyes immediately found his.

„What the hell happened“, against your expectations Neteyam was deathly calm while looking at the cut on your forehead. This seemed to be even worse than his anger, considering his mother and brother left the hut immediately. You were scrambling up, standing on the woven material the floor was made out of, and tried to think of something to say.

Neteyam crossed the space between you in seconds, cradling your face gently despite his obvious anger simmering underneath the surface. „What. Happened.“, he asked again, and as if he could sense you were trying to think of an excuse he added, „and don’t even think about lying to me.“

„It…it was just those girls“, you started, but his eyes told you his anger was flowing over. „They didn’t mean to! The were just pushing me, I fell by accident“, you tried to calm him down, because eventhough you didn’t like those girls, you didn’t wish Neteyams wrath upon them either.

„Nobody hurts you“, he hissed, his jaw clenched tightly, letting go of you slowly and turning towards the door. „Wait, don’t do this Neteyam“, you tried to hold him back, but he was walking towards the entrance with purpose, and you just stood there helplessly thinking of things that could convince him to stay.

„Neteyam! Please!“, you called for him, but it seemed like he was in tunnel vision, not snapping out of it. So you did the only thing that came to your mind right then. „Kiss me!“, you blurted out, and that indeed made him stop in his tracks.

„What did you say?“, he sounded agitated still, his back to you, but at least he stopped moving. „Kiss me, please“, you whispered in a desperate attempt to keep him there - and also because you finally let your heart speak its mind.

He turned around slowly, like a predator not wanting to scare its prey, and looked into your eyes for a moment. He seemed to find what he was searching for, because in seconds he wrapping one arm around your waist pulling you close, while the other gently cupped your face - then he bend down and his lips were on yours.

It was passionate and needy from the start, his lips were slightly rough against your soft ones, but it was the perfect fit. They moved in sync, his tongue carefully finding its way into your mouth, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that left your throat at the animalistic way he claimed you right there.

Your little sound egged him on even more, greedy hands pulling you closer, because now that he finally had you in his arms, so soft and pliable, he was gonna make damn sure to show you how much he loved you - how much he wanted you. His tails possessively wrapped around your thigh, while he felt like for the first time in his life he was complete. Like this was where he needed to be.

The kiss turned softer, full of love and desire, his hands roaming your waist, grasping your hips while you clung onto his biceps, his muscles flexing under your grip. He was basically kissing you senseless, you didn’t know up and down, you only knew where he was. The feeling of his lips was exhilarating, and you wanted nothing more then to give yourself to him fully - but you couldn’t .

Finally needing to breathe, you pulled back slightly, smiling when the tall warrior chased your lips desperately. „Say you’re mine (Y/N)“, Neteyams voice was husky, a raspy, primal edge in his words. „I am 'Teyam. I always was“, you sighed, not being able to lie to him anymore, he deserved to know, even if you couldn’t make the bond with him yet.

Hearing your say that you were his made a growl rise in his throat that seemed almost instinctual, acknowledging that he had you, not only in his arms but he had your heart. „Just…just hold me tonight?“, your breathless whisper made his heart swell. „Of course, yawne“, he smiled happily, knowing this was a step towards mating with you, even if you wouldn’t tonight.

He swept you off your feet, grinning at the little squeak you let out at his sudden action, and carried you quickly into his hut. It was in a tree close to the Sullys, but from all of his siblings it was the farthest away. You had your face buried in his neck, and the way he could feel your lips ghosting over it distracted him like crazy.

There were no words exchanged between you two, Neteyam laid you down on his bed gently, pulling you into his arms immediately and wrapping his tail around your waist for security. Having you in his arms, all safe and warm and smelling so good, made him feel a bone deep satisfaction that almost scared him - he could never lose you.

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It wasn’t as hard as you would’ve thought to resist Neteyam the next day, because he was gone for an out of the ordinary hunting trip until dinner was almost over. When Jake had told him in the morning he had to accompany the hunting party, he had almost refused to go because he wanted to stay with you. But with a bit of sweet encouragement (and the promise of more kisses when he returned) you were able to convince him.

After the events from last night, you had been praying to Eywa regularly throughout the day to just please, please send you a sign so you could fully be with the Olo‘eyktans son. But there was nothing so far, dampening your mood significantly.

You were pulled from your thoughts, when suddenly someone sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. „'Teyam“, you giggled when he kissed your cheek gently, turning so you could look at him better. Eywa, he looked so handsome with his visor and bow still sling over his back. „Hello syulang“, he mumbled into your ear and you hummed contentedly.

Before either of you could get any more handsy infront of the clan, your ears were assaulted by a loud 'woosh' sound, the fires that were burning blown out and in the middle of the clearing was something that made you heart stop. The white light that had brought you here.

Everyone was frozen, staring at the slightly pulsing and swaying white orb, that looked otherwise harmless, when you were pulled out of your rigor by Neteyams arms tightening around you. You looked at him and could see the horror in his eyes, knowing exactly what that was from the description you had given him.

You felt like this was it, this was your sign, and somehow you had the urge to get a bit closer. You were wondering why Neteyam let you go so easily, but you felt like you were in trance, having to face the thing that changed your life.

Everyone else didn’t move, looking either at you or still at the light, and you slowly moved through the crowd. Did this mean you had to go back home? Your thoughts strayed to your apartment, your books probably still sitting on the side table. Your crochet blanket abandoned on the couch. The little dingy kiosk you worked in, your rude neighbor complaining about going up the stairs too loud.

You stopped infront of the light. Was that home? You raised your hand a bit. But back where you came from, that wasn’t really home.

Home was gossiping with Kiri while weaving baskets, and trying to talk Lo‘ak out of whatever stupid thing he had planned again (but going along with it in the end). It was swimming with Tuk and reading in that hammock above the trees. It was laying in Neteyams arms, falling in love with him.

This was the sign you had been praying for, Eywa was giving you the choice to stay here or to go back. You smiled for a moment, lowering your hand and turning to where you knew Jake and Neytiri were sitting. „I’d like to stay if that’s okay“, you were talking quietly, but going by the leaders grin, he heard you loud and clear.

As if the tension snapped, the light disappeared into the sky as quickly as it came, the fires mysteriously burning again, and then you were engulfed by a happily sobbing Kiri. Tuk was clinging to your leg and even Lo‘ak joined the hug making you laugh in relief. „I’m so glad you stayed tsmuke“, Kiri grinned, before letting go to let her parents step forward. [sister]

To your surprise, Neytiri pulled you into a hug too, followed by Jake and you were smiling but also blushing a bit from all the attention. Not to mention the clan cheering around you. „Thank you (Y/N), thank you for staying“, Neytiri said, Jake squeezing your shoulder in gratitude and you know they meant 'thank you for not breaking our sons heart’.

But where was said son? Kiri pulled you close, seemingly knowing what you were thinking when you were looking around searching for him. „When he saw you raise your hand he took off, I don’t know where he went“, she looked concerned, and you knew why - Neteyam probably thought you were going to take the chance to go back home when you had raised your hand for a moment.

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He didn’t know how long he had been running through the forest, he didn’t feel the leaves hitting his face or the bark scratching his body when he passed the trees to close. He was panting, trying to suppress the feelings that would be his downfall, but when he arrived in the hammock you were always reading in - his brain leading him there instinctively - and the last book you’ve read laid there forgotten, he broke down.

You reached out for the light, you left him, leaving him alone in this world while you went to another. He couldn’t even bear to watch you disappear, his heart feeling like it was shriveling up and dying at the thought that he would never get to see you again. Hold you in his arms, feel your lips on his like last night. He couldn’t even blame you for wanting to go back, if he would be thrown into another world he would probably want to too.

He could feel tears streaming down his face and the way he began to panic, the book you were holding in your hands just two days ago taunting him, and he felt like he could hear you call his name. 'Teyam!' he was sure he was hallucinating your voice, kneeling down infront of the book in anger, begging Eywa to make it stop.

The pain mixed with your soft voice drove him insane and he was about to rip the book apart in anger, when your voice suddenly sounded a lot closer and a lot more real.

„Don’t you dare destroy my book 'Teyam“, you had known exactly where he would go when he was this upset about you, finding him in the hammock just like you thought. Your heart was breaking for the man you loved, he seemed to be so broken thinking that you were gone.

But when he heard your voice so close, he finally seemed to snap out of it, his eyes meeting yours and a sob left his mouth. „You’re not real“, he whispered, shaking his head in desperation and you immediately scrambled closer with a concerned look on your face.

„I didn’t leave, I’d never leave you Neteyam“, you promise him, your hands settling on his cheeks and making him look into your eyes again. „But…but you reached out to the light…you left“, he whimpered, not sure if he should believe you or not. „If you would’ve stayed two seconds longer, you would’ve seen I decided to stay, stay here with you“, you smiled, wiping away his tears, but he still seemed reluctant.

„This can’t be real“, his eyes moved over you in wonder, seemingly trying to decide if you were really here or just a bittersweet trick his mind was playing on him. Until he felt a sharp pinch on his biceps, looking at you slightly offended. „You believe I’m real now?“, you grinned, and when it sunk in that you really were here, that you stayed for him, he tackled you to the floor (carefully of course) and pressed his lips to yours.

Now that you knew you would never have to leave and could be with him fully, the kiss felt different than before. Less desperate and more on the deeper side, your emotions running at an all time high. You pulled back slightly, blushing at the way he was laying on top of you and looking at you with hooded eyes full of passion.

��This sign…it means I’ll never leave 'Teyam“, you whispered, a bit flushed from the kiss and from what you were trying to insinuate. His eyes immediately darkened in understanding. „Please say it. Please say you’ll be my mate“, his voice was husky, and as if that wasn’t enough, with the way he was laying between your legs, you could feel a very prominent bulge pressing right up against your moist tweng.

You nodded your head with a gentle smile. „I’m yours if you’ll still have me. Please take me ma 'Teyam“, you bit your lip in nervousness, not usually this bold, but the way a punched out groan left his mouth made it worth it.

He couldn’t hold back anymore when you called him the pet name usually reserved for mated couples, pulling you into another kiss immediately. You were finally his, and he would make sure to show you and everyone else that you belonged to him - some primal side of him set free at the permission to finally bond and mate with you.

He kissed you senseless til you both needed to breathe, his lips then trailing down your delicate neck, leaving marks along the way and leaving you breathless. You were so perfect, the way you were completely giving yourself to him, trusting him and being so pliable, it made him almost cum into his tweng. You would be the perfect mate, and perfect mother. Eywa, he was so in love.

His large hands freed you of your chest covering, his eyes never leaving your breasts, your nipples peaking under his intense gaze. „Don’t just stare“, you whined, already desperate for his touch and with a predatory grin he took you into his mouth. You chocked on our moan, his tongue a rough texture that felt oh so good on your nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure right to your pulsing core.

Neteyam was lost in your soft and heavy breasts, clearly your human DNA had an influence there, considering they were bigger and softer than normal Na‘vi breasts. But he was loving it, and he was especially loving your sensitivity, arching your back and pushing your chest into his mouth.

He switched to the other nipple, grazing it with his teeth, and you swear if he wanted to he could’ve made you cum just from that. But you needed more. „'Teyam please, I need you“, you begged, your thighs trying to clench in order to get some friction, but his massive body blocked them.

He finally pulled himself away from your chest in order to take of your tweng, and shuffled down your body, so that he could bully his way between your thighs with his broad shoulders and expose your wet and swollen pussy to him.

„Eywa you’re so perfect ma yawne“, he groaned when he saw the way you were clenching around nothing, your smell making him dizzy in the best way, and before you could plead with him to touch you, his hot mouth was already on you. He was stroking your clit with his rough tongue painstakingly slowly, pulling your legs over his shoulder and holding you so firm by your hips that you were sure you would be sprouting bruises later (that you would wear around the village with pride).

You could only take what he gave you, his vice grip not giving you much space to do anything else, but the way he was in control scratched something primal inside you, making you submit to him even more. Suddenly he pushed two fingers into you, slowly fucking you with them and making sure you’re prepared to take him.

Your tail subconsciously wrapped around his arm, making him groan into your pussy and you squeezed around his fingers at that. But when he started sucking on your swollen and sensitive clit, adding a third finger and hitting that spongey spot inside you perfectly, you came without warning, breathless moans and whimpers leaving your mouth.

He growled at the feeling of you cumming on his tongue, your pussy sucking in his fingers desperately and he couldn’t wait for them to be replaced by his cock. He only stopped when you were pushing him away in oversensitivity, unhappy with having to stop tasting your sopping pussy.

But then you pulled at his arm to get him on top of you again and quicker than you would’ve thought possible he was kissing you again. He tried to pour all his adoration and love into that one kiss, telling you all the things he currently couldn’t form into words.

He pulled back panting, a loving smile adorning his face. You were breathless with anticipation when he pulled his kuru over his shoulder, urging you to do so too. „Are you ready yawne, ready to become mine forever?“, he asked in a husky voice, the anticipation killing him. „Of course I am ma 'Teyam“, you smiled and then the two of you were already exposing the sensitive tendrils at the end of you braids.

Slowly you were moving them towards one another, letting them wrap around eachother, joining you both forever through the sacred bond. A shudder ran through the both of you, your tails and ears moving in ecstasy. You could really feel him, feel your souls joining eachother, effectively making you one, making you mates.

„Ma muntxa“, Neteyam growled right next to your ear, not being able to hold back his primal urges anymore. So he got rid of his loincloth quickly, hissing when his hard cock slid between your pussy lips, covering him in your essence. You whimpered when his head caught you clit, effectively spreading around his precum on your already weeping cunt.

„Please ma 'Teyam, need you“, you pleaded, moving your hips in an effort to catch his head in your entrance. Seeing how desperate you were, he didn’t waste anymore time, bracing himself onto of you more securely, before carefully sinking into the hot cradle between your thighs.

He had to refrain himself from pounding into you right away, reminding himself that this was your first time. You were holding onto his biceps for support, the feeling of fullness spreading through you like wildfire. It was overwhelming, feeling the bond and then feeling him so deep inside you physically too, stretching your poor pussy almost past its limit.

He was thick, his cock adorned with ridges that rubbed your sweet spot just the right way with every inch he pushed in, until he was finally bottomed out. His heavy balls were resting against your ass, basically pulsing with all the seed he had ready to fill you up.

Neteyam was growling next to your ear, his muscles tense in struggle to keep still and letting you adjust. But your tight, wet heat was pulling around him like a vice, trying to suck him in and he felt his hips start moving on their own account.

He started dragging back his hips more with each thrust, your walls clamping down tight and breathless whimpers leaving your lips. The way he was moving above you, all coiled muscle and pleasured expression was making you feel some type of way - especially the way he was so dominating and primal, starting to lose control and pound into you with vigor.

He gripped your thigh with one hand, angling his hips different, and then he was thrusting into your sweet spot with every move of his hips. The moans and whines were falling freely from your mouth, spurring him on further and when he thought about how you were finally his, his mate, he pulled you into another deep kiss.

„Oh god 'Teyam I’m g-gonna-", you tried telling him you were about to cum, but he interrupted you with another kiss, his hips never faltering. But it seemed like he knew what you were saying, one of his hands moving between you and firmly circling your clit, pushing you over the edge so suddenly, you could only open your mouth in a silent scream.

Neteyam groaned in despair when he felt you tighten around him, almost blowing his load right then, but he was determined to have you cum a third time so he continued fucking you through your orgasm until you were whining from the overstimulation.

He slowed down a bit, but never ceasing his thrusts entirely, letting you catch your breath for a moment. „You okay yawne?“, he kissed your cheek gently, making your eyes open with a satisfied smile. „Yeah, perfect“, you answered, and his heart melted at the way you looked at him with so much love.

With a grin, he picked up the speed and force of his thrusts again, suddenly overcome by the reality of getting you pregnant. He let out a loud moan, the thought of you swollen with his child, the evidence of your bond and the way everyone would know to keep their hands off of you, made him slide in and out of your tight heat with determination.

„Eywa, I’m almost there ma yawne“, your mate groaned above you, „gonna fill you up so good love, gonna make sure you’ll carry my child.“ The suddenly carnal desires spilling out of his mouth awakened something deep inside of you, and you whined pathetically, clinging on to your mate while your next high was - to your surprise - already approaching.

„Fuck, you just got so tight, you want that mhm? Want your mate to fill you up? Get you pregnant?“, he panted above you, abs flexing against you and cock still relentlessly abusing your sensitive cunt in just the perfect way. „Yes, please ma 'Teyam“, you gasped, feeling his urges through the bond intensely.

And then he changed his angle a bit, his lower abdomen grinding into your clit just slightly with every harsh thrust he gave you, and it didn’t take long before the breath was knocked out of you with your next orgasm.

You were gripping him so tight, your whole body begging him to breed you, sucking him deeper than you thought was possible. He only managed a few more thrusts before burying himself as far as possible inside you, almost painfully hitting your cervix, before spilling his seed into you with a loud growl.

He was grinding into you a little still, his cock so tight inside of you that his cum seemed to flow directly into your womb, making you feel oh so deliciously full - and also prolonging your high significantly, your body trying to take all it was given.

When you were both slowly coming back to yourselves, Neteyam carefully turned you around, laying on his back with you on top and making sure his cock stayed inside of you so nothing could spill out. „Ma (Y/N)“, he sighed dreamily, pushing your hair away from your face and kissing your forehead gently.

The satisfied but tired smile never leaving your lips, you looked up a bit with hooded eyes. „Are you okay yawne? I didn’t hurt you?“, the man who had been mercilessly fucking you stupid just a few minutes ago was suddenly the sweet and caring male you knew.

„No you didn’t my love, everything is just perfect“, you sighed happily, feeling safe and whole in his arms, the soft kiss he pressed to your lips only intensifying that feeling. „Promise me you’ll never leave?“, you almost didn’t hear him, your mate suddenly sounding so insecure it made your heart break. „Never. I’ll never leave, I love you so much 'Teyam“, you kissed him again, humming a bit when his (somehow still hard) cock moved inside of you.

„Oel ngati kameie“, he whispered, holding you even tighter and your burrowed your head in his neck softly kissing it. „I see you“, you whispered back.

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Sooo finally after for fucking ever I had the motivation to write again and I think this is actually my longest single one yet! I hope you enjoyed the somewhat more complicated starting situation and I hope I didn’t rush it too much, I thought if you didn’t enjoy your life on earth you would adjust pretty well, but I don’t know :) If you wanna be on my Taglist let me know!

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at your altar, i will pray

Singla Father!Arthur Leclerc x Deity!Female!Reader

Summary: Centuries after the old gods have long fallen out of modern worship, a little girl stumbles upon a well and prays to a mythical goddess for comfort.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of very light childhood bullying, mentions of child abandonment by arthur's baby mama, arthur has no idea what to do when faced with a goddess and decides to be stupid about it but he grows a brain eventually

Word Count: 4.3k words (oops)

Estimated Reading Time: 17 minutes

A/N: okay so I've been wanting to write this one for ages!! For those of you who don't know, I'm a Hellenic Polytheist (so I worship the old Greek gods) and I based my goddess version of (Y/n) off a mix of Persephone, Demeter, and (the first goddess I worshipped) Aphrodite! Hope you guys like this one <3

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Her temple had been empty for quite a while. It was practically in ruins. The old gods were all but forgotten these days, only mentioned every now and then in legends and myths, words tainted with scepticism. 

She stared at the well, the source of her power. Once majestic and radiant, it was now all but crumbling, covered in moss, the water contaminated with algae. The last offering it received had been decades ago, a young couple who had prayed to the universe for their love to last. They’d called it a ‘wishing well’, and the prayer was a joke more than anything. It hadn’t even been directed at her. But the coin they threw in was an offering nonetheless. For a moment, she felt some energy return to her. She’d blessed that couple and their offspring, but they hadn’t returned since.

It was hard to keep track of time, nowadays. It always is, for immortal beings, but it seemed to have only gotten worse. She could feel herself start to fade. After all, worship is a two-way street: what use is a deity if no one believes in them?

She stared at the little family of rabbits that had taken residence in her temple. What once were two majestic pillars had collapsed and created a little burrow, perfect for them to settle in and keep safe from the elements. She waved her hand, growing some dandelions for them to feed on. The kits were still young, barely a month old; it would be best for the mother not to have to stray far to have food. Even that small action felt exhausting to her. Once upon a time, she could turn acres of barren land into flowering fields without breaking a sweat. Now, a single patch of flowers made her eyes flutter in exhaustion.

She took a deep breath, trying to connect to the forest around her. It was getting harder and harder, but she refused to let it go. This forest was her home, it was the seat of her power; it was her duty and privilege to keep it safe.

A child’s soft cries made their way to her, carried by the wind. She could feel their life force, getting closer and closer, travelling through the trees. Her heart clenched in her chest. A child’s pain never lost its impact.

She hurried behind one of the few pillars left standing, casting a quick glamour on herself so she wouldn’t be seen. The world went dark for a little bit as the effort needed for the spell made her faint, but she blinked through it when she heard footsteps stop.

There was a little girl leaning on her well. Her hair was hastily pulled back into two blonde ponytails, although the left one was so low it might as well be a pigtail instead. Her face was red from the tears, and her pink dress was stained with mud. Upon closer inspection, there was also a stick in her hair. And some leaves. Was that a hazelnut shell?

The child looked around the bricks making up the well, brushing some of the dirt and moss off them, until she found the one she was looking for.

A young couple had carved their initials on that stone. The last ones to come into her temple. The last ones to make an offering to her.

She had spent hours staring at the crudely carved P + H surrounded by an uneven heart, tracing the lines with her fingers, wondering what had happened to the young couple she had blessed. Now, forty years later, a little blond girl was mirroring her very actions.

“Mamie told me about this well. She said that when she and Papie were young, they made a wish to stay together for the rest of their lives, and to have children and be very happy.”

Oh. This was their granddaughter. She could see the resemblance if she squinted. In the upturn of her mouth, the sweetness of her voice.

“It worked for them. Papie said it was a… a conci- a coinence- um-”

Coincidence, she whispered.

“A coincidence. But Mamie did some research. She found out that a long long time ago, this was a temple. It was built for a… um, a pagan goddess. I don’t know what pagan means… But she told me the stories. Her name was (Y/n). She was the goddess of love, beauty, spring and, um… there was another one. I can’t remember now. But Mamie always said that Lady (Y/n) kept us safe.”

She sighed, hearing those words, her eyes filling with tears. That woman had remembered her. She believed. Even if she hadn’t returned since that night, she still believed. Enough that she’d passed it on to her granddaughter.

“I wanna believe that you’re real, Lady (Y/n). But it’s hard. Papie’s not here anymore. Papa says he’s in heaven. Mamie says it’s got nothing to do with you, cause even you can’t stop death. But… But you’re supposed to be the goddess of love, too. And if you could make Mamie and Papie love each other forever then… Why couldn’t you make my Mommy love me too?”

(Y/n) wanted to run to her. Pull her close. Tell her that, for all her abilities, she couldn’t actually create love, only nurture what was already there. She wanted to apologise, for what, she wasn’t sure.

“I started the big kid school today. CP. I was really excited, you know. Papa says it’s where I’ll learn to read, write, and do maths. I like learning. And I was excited to make friends. But… Everyone at school talks about their mommies. And I don’t have one. I don’t even know what she looks like. Whenever I think of mom… Well, most of the time, I just think of you. I think it’s because Mamie’s told me so many stories. I don’t know. It’s weird.”

The little girl got up, both hands on the edge of the well, and she looked down at the murky water.

“I wanna have a mommy too. I wish you could be my mommy, Lady (Y/n).”

She cried. A tear fell from her eye into the well’s water, and (Y/n) felt her powers surge. And another. And another. She felt dizzy with it, the sudden revival of her senses, and she remained sitting, trying to breathe through the waves and waves of euphoric power. Through the light spots dancing in front of her eyes, she could see the little girl lay down at the base of the well, rest her head on her arms, tears still falling onto the ground, adding to her powers.

When the little girl’s tears stopped and she finally fell asleep, it still took a good ten minutes for (Y/n)’s body to stop shaking. Her very being was buzzing with power, mind reeling from the most powerful offering she’d received in millennia.

She rid herself of the glamour, walking closer to the little girl. A few wisps of hair had fallen in front of her eyes and she gently pushed them away. The stone she was lying on had to be uncomfortable. And her temple was in dire need of some tender loving care. Time to get to work.

—

By the time the little girl started to stir, the place had been completely refurbished. The stone pillars had been put together and raised once again, walls rebuilt, and she’d even modernised it a bit by adding stained glass skylights on the roof, the colours reflecting on the interior. Her well stood at the centre of the temple, now gleaming and once again filled with clear water, though the carved initials of that sweet couple remained. The little family of bunnies has been given a nice nest, with more than enough food and water. Flowers filled the room and hung down from the roof, covering parts of the wall and floor, leaving a wonderful aroma of springtime. 

(Y/n) walked over to the newly built bed, feather soft, and sat on the edge, running her hands through the little girl’s hair to fully rouse her out of sleep.

Her eyes fluttered open, green as the forest around them, but with some flecks of gold adding depth. It took a few seconds for the situation to sink in, for her to realise that she was actually awake and not dreaming.

“Good morning, my love.”

Actually, it was more like evening. The sun had started to set a few minutes ago, the golden hour shining through the skylights.

“Where am I?”

She sat up on the bed, looking around the temple.

“Why, you’re home.”

For some reason, the girl seemed confused at that.

“I don’t understand.”

(Y/n) smiled at her, gently brushing her fingers through her blonde hair, mussed up from sleep.

“You came into my temple and prayed for me. Your tears were the strongest offering I’ve received since the old gods were the norm. How could I refuse such a sweet prayer from my daughter?”

The smile she got in return was blinding, and she giggled as the little girl practically tackled her in a hug.

“I knew it! I knew you were real! I knew you’d come for me if I asked.”

“Of course I did, my little daffodil. I will always come to you when you ask.”

—-—

Arthur couldn’t explain what he was feeling. Anguish, panic, desperation, anger, depression, helplessness. All at once. How could he have been so stupid? He harshly pushed away the branches of the overgrown forest no one ever went into, but it was his last chance.

“Papa, why don’t I have a mommy like my friends?”

He knew he should’ve kept his mouth shut. Told a little white lie. She was seven years old. He should’ve known she wouldn’t take the news well.

“Um, well… It’s complicated, mon coeur. Your mommy, she just… She wasn’t ready to be a mom. So we decided that it would be best if you just stayed with me. But you don’t need a mommy, cause I love you enough for the two of us, okay?”

In hindsight, his speech was… Well, it was shit. He’d been blindsided, and when combined with the sleep deprivation of a weekend of racing with not nearly enough sleep… It was bad. When his daughter said she needed a moment, he’d assumed she’d simply walked the twenty meters to her grandmother’s house, right next door. She’d done it often enough, gone to his mother when she needed time to process things, or someone to talk it through with that wasn’t him. It never crossed his mind that she’d go anywhere else, she knew she wasn’t meant to. She was a good kid. She’d never broken a rule before.

But, five hours later, they still hadn’t found her. Arthur called his mother after a short hour of napping, asking if he should make dinner or if his daughter wanted to stay over for the night. But Pascale hadn’t seen her all day.

The forest was his last resort.

“I told her stories of a goddess that lived in that forest, and the well your father and I wished upon when we were young. She always loved to hear stories about Lady (Y/n). Maybe she went looking for it.”

It was stupid.

It was all he had left.

He breathed through the panic clawing at his chest, walking aimlessly around, hoping against all hope that some higher power or whatever would lead him to his daughter.

Please, she’s all I have.

There was a rough-looking path in front of him. Leaves flattened on the ground, flowers lining the sides. The branches were still overgrown but this seemed like his best chance. So he followed it. He didn’t know what to expect. But he sure as hell knew it wasn’t a temple that looked like it had materialised in the middle of the forest.

The walls were a gleaming ivory colour, with columns decorating it. Ivy climbed the walls, but it didn’t look like it had been left to grow on an abandoned building; it looked like it belonged there, like the vegetation served to connect the temple to nature around it. The sun gleamed off the rooftop, and the heavy door was closed. He walked up to it, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

“Melina!”

He ran to her, pulled her off the stool she was sitting on, and hugged her to his chest. 

“Thank fuck you’re okay.”

Finally, he could breathe again.

“Papa, you said a bad word. Also, you’re ruining my hair.”

He pulled away, actually looking at her for the first time in five hours. He took in the way her hair was expertly braided, a flower crown on her head and little flowers littering her braided hair. She almost seemed to glow golden, and her outfit–

“Princesse, what happened to the dress Aunt Charlotte got you?”

What she was wearing was decidedly not the flowery pink dress his sister-in-law had bought her. It was white, in a fabric so delicate he couldn’t remember ever touching anything so soft, and it reminded him of a Greek chiton. Draped over it was a pink fabric, delicately embroidered with gold accents. The sandals on her feet were also unfamiliar to him. She looked straight out of one of the epic movies about ancient Greece his father had liked to watch.

“That dress was ruined, I’m afraid. Her little trek through the woods left the fabric torn and stained. Not to worry, I dressed her in more appropriate clothing.”

He turned his head, finally acknowledging the other woman in the temple. Had he been in his right mind, he would’ve noticed the faintly glowing aura around her, the way she carried herself with the grace and elegance of a superior being, the beauty in her every feature.

He was not, however, in his right mind.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing with my daughter?”

He saw her brows furrow, jaw clench, and eyes harden with barely concealed fury. For a moment, he could’ve sworn they shone red.

“I will forgive your insolence on account of your worry for Melina. But I ask that you refrain from treating me with such disrespect. This is my home, Arthur Leclerc.”

Had he been in his right mind, he would’ve apologised for his behaviour and rectified it immediately. 

As previously stated, however, he was not.

Truly, it was a miracle he was even alive.

“Melina, let’s go. We need to get back home and away from this woman.”

His daughter did not move, simply crossed her arms with a disappointed look in her eyes. The mystery woman’s eye twitched.

“Papa, you’re being a dummy.”

“She’s not going anywhere.”

The words were spoken at a low pitch, almost like a growl, and with such power, it felt like Arthur was being physically knocked back. Melina walked towards the woman, raising her arms. She didn’t even hesitate in lifting the little girl, setting her on her hip, kissing the side of her head.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the foggy feeling taking over his brain. 

“She’s my daughter.”

“And yet, she came to me. She prayed to me, made an offering upon my altar, and asked me to be her mother. I have claimed her, she’s mine now.”

He furrowed his brows, looking at her.

“Woman, what kind of mental instability do you have?”

His continued state of living was more than a miracle, actually. If there even is something above a miracle. 

Faster than he could blink, Melina was on the floor and pushed behind the mystery woman. Her hands glowed in front of her, eyes shining a violent red, and he felt vines rise from the floor and pull at his limbs, forcing him to his knees. A vine came around his throat, getting tighter and tighter, until he could no longer breathe.

“How dare you come into my temple and treat me with such disrespect, mortal? Do you know who I am? I am (Y/n), goddess of love, beauty, spring, and nurture. I give life, but that does not mean I cannot take it. Do not take my reticence to cause harm for an inability to do so. I should squash you like the bug you are for your insolence.”

“Maman, no!”

The vine around his throat untightened, and he took a desperate breath in, panting and coughing.

The woman– Lady (Y/n), he reminded himself –sighed, crouching in front of his daughter.

“I’m sorry, blossom, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Melina frowned.

“You can’t hurt Papa, Maman.”

She sighed, but nodded.

“Fine.”

The vines around his body retreated, and he felt his head go faint.

“You–”

Lady (Y/n) looked at him.

“Me?”

“You– Goddess? Real?”

She seemed disturbed by the fact he could not form proper sentences. Were he in his right mind, he would be too.

“I’m very much real, yes.”

“Oh, bordel.”

He vaguely felt the thud of his head hitting the ground, before it all went black.

—-—

(Y/n) looked at the man sprawled on the floor, unconscious, and raised her hands at her side.

“That wasn’t me, I didn’t do anything.”

Mother and daughter looked at the man with similar looks on their faces.

“Maybe we should get him to a bed?”

“Great idea, poppet.”

Neither moved.

“Are you gonna do it?”

“Oh, right, yeah, hold on.”

Vines burst from the floor, wrapped around his body, and lifted him up through the air, delicately transporting him to the bed Melina had been resting on earlier that day. (Y/n) picked up a stone bowl, filled it with water from the well, and dipped a soft cloth inside.

“Alright, come here, time to learn.”

Melina walked over to where she was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

“So, what did I tell you about the well?”

“It’s the source of your power,” she replied dutifully, “It’s where people make offerings to you so your power can grow and you can help better.”

She nodded with a smile.

“Exactly. Technically, offerings work anywhere, and especially anywhere in my temple, but offerings given to the well are always more powerful. But this also means that the water itself carries my power. Remember how I told you I was the goddess of nurture?”

Melina nodded.

“Remember what that means?”

She frowned, trying to remember.

“It means you take care of and protect people.”

“That’s right, good job, baby. This also means that because I’m supposed to care for and protect, I have healing powers.”

Her jaw dropped.

“You do?”

(Y/n) nodded.

“Not to Apollo’s extent, of course, my healing powers are only minor. It means I can’t heal really bad illnesses like cancer, or anything like that, but I can take care of a few scrapes and speed up healing if you have any broken bones.”

Under Melina’s watchful eyes, she dipped the cloth into the well water, then wrung it out.

“It also means that the water from my well can more or less mimic my powers. It makes flowers grow faster, for example. But in this case, it’s gonna help take care of your father.”

She delicately ran the wet cloth over Arthur’s face, full of scrapes from the tree branches, and over the already-forming bump on his forehead from where he facepalmed to the floor.

Melina gasped as the scrapes healed before her very eyes, disappearing within seconds as if they were never even there.

“You wanna try? He still has a good number of scratches on his arms.”

She nodded so fast (Y/n) was almost worried she’d give herself whiplash. She sat on her mother’s knees, taking the cloth from her hands.

“Alright, wet it in the water… there you go, now squeeze the excess out… great job, my love, now remember to be gentle.”

She slowly ran the cloth over her father’s eyes, squealing happily when the scratches disappeared, leaving blank skin in its wake.

They healed Arthur’s arms with a single-minded focus, both happy to be able to share this experience. Melina had never thought she’d get to learn from her own mother. (Y/n) had lost hope of having a child to pass on her knowledge to.

So focused were they on this experience that they never noticed when Arthur’s eyes fluttered open, and he took to watching them with a soft look on his face.

“All done, Maman.”

“Good job, lovely, you did so good.”

“Thank you.”

Both girls startled. (Y/n) fought the urge to curse herself for her lack of situational awareness. It seemed that a few centuries of feeling weak had left her unaware of the world around her.

Arthur cleared his throat, raising his body to lean against the pillows. His cheeks were a bit red and he seemed to be having trouble maintaining eye contact.

“I apologise for disrespecting you, Lady (Y/n), I was… clearly not in my right mind.”

Melina turned to her with big innocent eyes.

“Uncle Charlie says Papa’s got sawdust instead of a brain so it makes him act silly.”

“Uncle Charlie needs to shut his mouth.”

(Y/n) bit back a smile, enjoying the dynamic between the two. She saw a barely-there twitch run over Arthur’s face as he tried to find a more comfortable position.

“Are you still hurt?”

He looked up at her, cheeks getting redder.

“Oh, no, I’m alright, don’t worry. It’s just a bit of soreness in my back from the racing, nothing I’m not used to.”

She blinked at him.

“Racing?”

He blinked back.

“Um, yeah… I’m a Formula One driver. I’m a reserve driver for Ferrari and test the cars for them as well. This weekend, I had to replace one of the main drivers cause he got food poisoning, so now I’m just feeling the effects still.”

He was saying a lot of words, but she understood none of them.

“What’s a Formula One?”

He seemed taken aback by that, but smirked at her in a cheeky way.

“I thought gods were supposed to be omniscient, how do you not know what F1 is?”

She huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Well, excuse me for being too busy fading to keep up with modern inventions! I haven’t had enough energy to care about what the world’s been up to since the 1940s, and even then, it was just because the war was so big that even my forest wasn’t safe from it.”

He winced, looking embarrassed at her answer.

“Right, sorry about that.”

She smiled at him dismissingly.

“Truth is, if Melina hadn’t found the well and made that offering… I don’t know how much longer I’d have lasted.”

Melina climbed onto her lap, nuzzling into her chest the way children do when they want comfort. (Y/n) couldn’t help but bring her arms around the little girl, holding her close to her chest.

“So, she saved you from fading and you decided you were gonna adopt her?”

She lifted an eyebrow at Arthur.

“I mean, in my defence, she did wish I could be her mother. It’s not like I took her against her will. She came to me, what was I supposed to do?”

She heard him mutter something under his breath about “cat distribution system” and “looking a bit different”, but she was too busy watching Melina’s eyes start to droop to notice.

“Tired, blossom?”

She nodded, yawning widely. 

“I should take her home. My family’s worried sick about her, we’ve been searching all afternoon.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but hug the little girl tighter, not wanting to let her go.

“But… You guys just got here. I don’t want you to go.”

She bit back the sudden urge to cry, the panic clawing at her chest at the thought of being alone again, of feeling her power dwindle again, of starting to fade again.

Her temple answered her distress in kind, vines wrapping themselves around her legs in an attempt to comfort her, ivy crawling up the wall closest to her.

Arthur observed it all with a quiet intelligence in his eyes, not judging, simply trying to understand.

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

He asked, looking her in the eyes.

“In the temple? Of course. I rarely leave it. Don’t really have anywhere to go, or enough energy to, most of the time.”

He nodded.

“Alright. Then so will we.”

She drew in a sharp breath, fighting against the hope blossoming in her chest. 

“Lina has school in the morning, but as soon as she’s done, we’ll be here. I can bring some food and we can have a picnic. The weather’s looking nice for tomorrow.”

She searched his eyes for any hint of trickery. Dishonesty. 

“Do you really mean that?”

He nodded, resolute.

“We’ll be back tomorrow. I promise you.”

She felt her core shake, and the water in her well rippled.

“Arthur, you can’t just say that. I’m a goddess. A promise made to me is binding, breaking it… it carries serious consequences that even I won’t be able to stop.”

He shrugged, smiling at her in a boyish way. She couldn’t help but be drawn by the way his green eyes seemed to sparkle.

“I’d be worried if I didn’t intend to keep it. But nothing short of a natural disaster could keep us away.”

She breathed out. Humans were not known for their trustworthiness. But, tentatively, she allowed herself to believe. Maybe just this once.

Melina was already asleep by the time Arthur walked out the doors to the temple. The sky around them was dark, making the forest look almost pitch black, but (Y/n) conjured up a small ball of light, allowing it to lead the way so they could safely make it back home. 

Arthur looked back at her before fully disappearing, mouthing those same words again, cementing it.

I promise.

And that's that! Fun fact, Melina's name is inspired by Melinoë, a chtonich goddess and bringer of nightmares and madness, and daughter of Persephone.

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