#pandora drabble

[crescenthistory]

i don't know if this is allowed but... would you want to comment on the slytherin party headcanon but specifically pandora's part of it? like write it into a mini drabble? i so want to know how you write her 👉👈

this was not one i expected to receive, but i have been jumping up and down with joy over it<33 here you have carina's pandora

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i will COMMENT on pandora flirting with you at a party

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: established but new relationship, peculiar pandora, reader wears a revealing dress, kissing, flirting, implied nsfw intentions

wc: 1.3k

You must admit you felt rather smug as the smoke rolled over your ankles when you entered the Slytherin dungeons.

It was the first party of the year and, despite having spent most of your summer with Pandora in some capacity or another, you felt as if you had not been seen as a couple together. This thing between you was established enough now that you felt secure to be yourself, but it was still fresh enough that you weren’t entirely certain how to present together as a couple.

This welcome back party felt like the perfect opportunity for you to test the waters – and if that involved pushing Pandora ever so slightly to see how she would react, then well, who could blame you? It had been a long summer after all.

Dolled up in a dress Dorcas had both helped you pick out and get into because it fit so snugly, with your hair done in a specific way that Pandora had complimented once, and laden with your favourite jewellery, you felt you looked the part as the partner of one of the elusive Rosier twins. More importantly, you felt confident you would have Pandora’s jaw dropping; it truly was only her reaction you were fishing for, no matter how much the eyes trailing your movements through the crowd empowered you.

It didn’t take you too long to spot her, her bedazzled white dreads easily shining like a beacon even through the quickly amassing crowd.

Pandora stood near the fireplace, chattering away in her hypnotically languid manner with Dorcas and Emmeline. Evan sat in a grandfather chair right next to them with Barty sprawled across his lap – the latter boy was in a hefty discussion with someone on the other side of the settee, craning his neck past Evan yet refusing to move out of his arms to argue more efficiently. Regulus sat beside them, entirely unfazed, save the occasional lifted brow, paying more attention to Pandora’s speech than the Evan-Barty hybrid to his right.

The scene was so typical that it brought a brighter smile to your lips, facade slipping away in favour of a brewing sense of endearment for these people you had come to call family. The smugness didn’t evade you for long, though, when Pandora’s head snapped up in your direction, as if she could feel you approaching. Her eyes drank you in slowly, taking her time trailing up your body from your ankles to your neckline and finally your smiling lips. Pandora tilted her head to the side slightly, narrowing her eyes for a split second, as if determining your intentions.

Being pinned beneath Pandora’s gaze never failed to bring heat curling up your spine. She was somehow both wildly unpredictable in her whimsy and a steady, stable force in her ideologies. It didn’t take long before her lips curled up in a warm smile – though, perhaps heated was a better word than warm in this context, because while there was kindness in it, there was also a certain electricity that made you shiver. Nevertheless, she stepped a few strides away from the fireplace with a skip, inviting you in with her arms extended.

Pandora was a vision herself – clad in a flowy white dress that sat beautifully on her darker skin, her long braids almost mixing in with the fabric. Her neckline dipped all the way to her navel with light lace keeping it tethered, and you had to fight to focus on the spark in her eyes. There was more than enough spark to find near her face, a crown of metallic leaves settled delicately on her head. A goddess among snakes. 

“Trinket!” She called softly out in greeting, taking one of your hands in hers and bringing the other to your cheek. You leaned in for a kiss and she just barely evaded you, pressing her lips slowly to the corner of your smile, a barely there touch. She pulled back, grinning at your dazed expression. A sly hand slid up your hip to settle on the side of your stomach, warm and kind. “I’m glad you were guided here at last, my love. You are such a sight in this light, green truly is your colour, I’ve always known. Come sit with us.”

Had you prepared something to say? Did you have a mission with this appearance? Any semblance of a coherent thought slipped away beneath her attention, a dazzled smile taking over as you whispered back, “Hi, Dora.”

Pandora held your hand in hers with a featherlight touch, brush lighting you up as she pulled you more magnetically than physically with her to the chair near the fire. Dorcas and Emmeline were still leaning against the brick, attention distracted between Barty’s argument growing in intensity and this equally tense but wholly different interaction between you and Pandora. You could swear you saw Dorcas snicker at you.

Pandora’s touch brushed up from your hand to linger on your wrist, as she moved it to see your bracelets better. “Stunning,” she whispered so softly you could barely hear it – just as she meant. While your attention was closely trained on her expression, she suddenly looked up at you through her long white lashes, eyes glittering. “These are so gorgeous. You’ve dressed up for me so beautifully, my trinket, thank you.”

You let out a soft breath, not nervous but decidedly not unaffected. Your instincts within flirtation would be to deny you did this for anyone but yourself – but you had come to find Pandora worked differently. Instead you breathed out an endeared, “Yeah?”

Pandora smiled, clearly pleased, as she looked back down to your wrist, tangling the bracelets together in an artistically skilled fashion. “Of course, angel.” As she focussed on your bracelets, her other hand abandoned yours in favour of trailing up your other arm until it found the warm side of your neck. As if her fingers knew what was there before her eyes did, a choreography of movements you could never predict but always indulged in.

Her face darted up to look up at your ears, caressing the shells of them with both hands as she hummed in approval at your earrings. “These are new,” Pandora stated, reverent, not questioning. “Did you craft them yourself?”

For once your flush was from light embarrassment instead of from her captivating presence. You were still gaining the courage to make and wear your own pieces, the way you’ve always admired her for doing. “You noticed?” you chose to ask, tone gentle.

Pandora’s eyes finally met yours, no longer taking pleasure in scrutinising the details of your outfit, instead shifting that rapt attention to just you. Her shoulders visibly relaxed a little when you held her gaze, as if she melted the same way you did. Her hands ceased the barely-there caresses and instead slid firmly to cup your cheeks, fingertips tangling in your hair behind your ears. 

“I notice everything about you,” she declared reverently. 

Remembering your mission while simultaneously not caring about anything but just this moment, you leaned into her touch and used the movement to lean towards her. Soft lips pressing together, corners quirking up in mutual admiration. The cool metal of her labret piercing ring against you never ceased to ground you during your kisses, however sweet or deep. 

A light giggle threatened to make its way out of your throat when you came apart, and you suspect Pandora could tell by the wholly satisfied look on her face. “And I, you, darling,” you whispered against her lips.

Pandora sighed in contentment. “Shall we socialise, my crystal?” she asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.

“Not for long if you keep calling me yours,” you half-murmured under your breath, grin already developing on your lips from your own joke. It was said in a joking matter, but you wholly stood by it.

Pandora grabbed your hands more firmly this time and looked around for who to socialise with as she nodded solemnly, determined. “Not for long, then.” Heat crept up the sides of your neck again. “Come along, my love.”

[hellinistical]

11:41 more fluffy dilf caleb, whisper the masses....

Caleb was big. And heavy. And right now, he was sprawled across you on the couch, half his body draped over yours like a human weighted blanket.

You wiggled, trying to adjust, but he only hummed in contentment and shifted even more of his weight onto you. “Mm. Comfy,” he murmured, completely unbothered by the fact that you were currently being smothered.

You let out a dramatic gasp, arms flailing slightly. “Caleb, you’re crushing me. This is how I die.”

He chuckled, the rumble vibrating against your chest, but he didn’t move. If anything, he settled in further, nuzzling his face against your neck. “Nah, you’re fine,” he mumbled. “You’re warm. And soft.”

You squirmed again, but it was useless. He was a boulder. A big, smug, heavy boulder. “Caleb,” you whined, poking at his side. “You’re literally suffocating me.”

One of his arms lazily looped around your waist, completely ignoring your suffering. “Shh,” he murmured, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to your shoulder. “Just let it happen.”

You groaned, tossing your head back against the couch cushions. “I hate you.”

He grinned against your skin. “No you don’t.”

Sighing, he was completely unrepentant as he nestled his head further against your chest. “See? Au naturel pillows.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Oh my god.”

He hummed, completely ignoring your exasperation. “Perfect height, perfect softness. Honestly, I don’t know why I ever bother with actual pillows when I’ve got these.”

You flicked his ear. “Because actual pillows don’t breathe, you pervert.”

He just chuckled, completely unbothered, and gave you a slow, deliberate squeeze around the waist. “Yeah, but they also don’t smell like you.”

Your brain stalled for a second. Stupid. Stupid, flirty man.

You huffed, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. “Shut up."

Caleb grinned against your skin. “N. O. No.”

With all the strength you could muster, you shoved him—hard.

Caleb let out a startled grunt as he tumbled off the couch, but before you could so much as breathe in victory, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your wrist, and—

Oh, shit.

You yelped as he yanked you down with him, the world tilting for a split second before you landed right on top of him, sprawled across his broad chest.

Caleb let out a dramatic oof, but you barely had time to process before he was laughing—deep, smug, and way too satisfied with himself. “Tried to ditch me, huh?” he teased, his arms locking securely around your waist. “Big mistake.”

You groaned, trying to push yourself up, but he just tightened his hold, keeping you trapped against him. “Caleb—”

“Nope,” he interrupted, grinning. “Actions have consequences, pipsqueak.”

You squirmed, trying to pry his arms loose. “The consequence was supposed to be you on the floor, not me too!”

Caleb only hummed, completely unaffected by your struggle. “Yeah, well. Now you’re stuck.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You planned this.”

His grin widened. “Maybe.”

You huffed, flopping against him in defeat. “…I hate you.”

He kissed your temple, all warm and lazy. “No, you don’t.”

[prongsinrevolt]

something about marlene being harry’s godmother and dorcas being luna’s just aches in the best, worst way.

marlene, loud and brave and always laughing with a bruised knuckle and glitter on her cheek. the kind of person who would’ve picked baby harry up with one arm and a butterbeer in the other, calling him “mini prongs” while james yelled from the background, “you’re not allowed to teach him swears yet!”

dorcas. bold and fierce in a quiet way. who loved with her whole chest but rarely said it out loud. who would’ve seen the strange and lovely in luna right away—no hesitation, no mockery. just: “you see the world differently. that’s good. don’t stop.”

marlene, who would’ve taught harry how to throw a punch and flirt at the same time. who’d show up to his Quidditch matches in a jacket bedazzled with “potter #1.” who’d say “be loud about the things you love, kid.”

dorcas, who would’ve have taken luna on long walks in the forest, teaching her how to recognize the magic in the way leaves fall. how to fight with elegance and walk with peace. she’d tell her, “you don’t need to change a thing.” who’d teach her how to find magic in silence.

[kamapon]

Happy birthday, Gilbert ❤️❤️

[shugarbunni]

kitty!reader x professor!james pt.2 ...enjoy :p

"hang on hang on- you've been sleeping with potter? as in the professor ive been rightfully pining over? you bitch!" barty squawks, hands flailing around as you all take your seats at a booth in a dark corner of the pub.

no one wanted to get sloshed tonight, so you all decided on getting..relatively pissed at the local pub. ('all' referring to the best group of people anyone will ever meet. you, of course, barty, evan, regulus, dorcas, marlene and the ever lovely pandora!)

"you have a boyfriend, barty." Marlene snorts, smirking at the eye roll Evan gives.

"shurrup, im allowed to have crushes-" barty starts, only to be cut off by you.

"that isn't the point!" you huff, plucking reggie's cigarette from his lips and taking a drag, leaning against him "point is i do not want to end things with him, not anytime soon." you trail off, before lifting your gaze to barty "and he's more than good sex, you bellend." you scoff, pointing at him "hes like, really sweet. and funny. if you overlook the fact that he's...painfully millennial, sometimes."

"what did you two even talk about?" pandora asks, trying her very best to hide her judgement with the situation, bless her heart.

"y'know..normal shit! couple shit!" you struggle, taking an anxious puff of smoke.

"couple shit?" regulus parrots flatly, a questioning quirk to his brow.

"yes, regulus, couple shit. y'know..getting to know each other." you sigh, sinking into the booth.

"okay, so like what? give us an example, kitty cat" evan chuckles, wrapping his arm around barty

"ooo, do y'know his favourite colour?" dorcas giggles, cheek resting on marlenes shoulder.

"you lot are such idiots." you grumble, taking a sip of your bloody mary "...and its red."

"im not going in a bloody nightclub, sirius" james groans as his best friend drags him along the street.

"come on, prongs!" sirius huffs, about to go on a rant about how they never have 'fun' anymore, when remus interjects.

"how about we go to the pub? act our age, for once?" he huffs, giving sirius a pointed look and pries him off of james, running a hand through his husbands salt and pepper hair.

"alright." he grumbles, rolling his eyes at lily when she laughs at his sulking.

the group strides across the street, remus' arm slung casually over sirius' shoulder. petes been quiet, checking his phone every ten minutes - no doubt texting Emma. like a bastard teenager, he is.

james stays quiet too as they all chatter, his brows creased in distracted thought whilst he follows along into the pub.

he only snaps out of his daze when sirius heckles him from the bar, "James! what ya wanting, mate?"

"just a pint, pads" he says, forcing out a smile as he slumps in the booth, followed by the others whilst sirius gets everyones drinks ordered.

"cheer up, would you?" lily sighs softly, leaning her elbows against the table "we're meant to be taking your mind off of her, James."

"i am cheered." james mutters, giving her a sarcastic smile, earning a swat on the arm.

sirius scurries back to the table, setting everyones drinks down. hes always had a strange talent for carrying a bunch of glasses at once - must've been all the dorm parties back when they were students.

"right! cheers everyone" he exclaims dramatically, getting the group to clink their beers together "heres to healthy relat-"

"right!" a barman's voice interrupts, echoing through the pub "karaoke machines on, you lot. have at it."

most of the pub-goers (absolutely mortal middle aged men) dont seem to care all that much, but two groups seem to get elated at this news.

sirius gasps, immediately up and tugging on a begrudged peters arm (they've been karaoke partners since they were 17, believe it or not) "come on, wormy! we have to do starman!"

"sirius, mate-"

its then, that come on Eileen blasts through the pubs old speakers.

sirius shuts up - for once.

and james? well, james looks like hes seen an angel, to put it lightly.

there you are, giggling through the lyrics with Barty whilst you pathetically attempt the famous living room routine.

your whole group are creased watching, evan's filming of course. the people in the club clap along, energy up.

"come on, come on!" you wave over the others, the whole group crowding over the dingy microphone as you drunkenly shout the lyrics.

its when the song ends and your group stumbles away, clinging onto each other through bouts of laughter that you spot him. well, really you spot lily first. but then the others came into view. they all look anxious, sirius trying to tug james out of his seat. he doesn't budge.

oh christ, this is gunna be a long night, isn't it?

this feels so messy but like..ive had this idea for ages and i wanna get it out there. let me know your opinions! more parts to come<3

[starstruckmoony]

so high school.

masterlist

pairing - james potter x reader

summary - that one cute nerdy guy from your lectures gives you a follow and you end up actually falling for him.

trope/tags - modern!au, uni/college!au, instagram/social media!au, fluff, terrible humor

word count - 704

warnings - language, suggestive jokes

part 1 / part 2

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[stvolanis]

My avatar OC So’lay. Shoud I write about her?

Edit: Ik it’s not the best drawing pls don’t attack me yall💀

[hotdamnitsmoony]

the marauders favourite movie - no explanations

remus - dead poets society

sirius - the rocky horror picture show

regulus - 10 things i hate about you

james - spider-man no way home

lily - mamma mia

mary - pitch perfect

pandora - titanic

evan - don’t look up

barty - the hangover trilogy

marlene - do revenge

dorcas - mean girls

[sutxdreamwalker]

Timeline wise Aha’ri is the founder of the dead older siblings club

First is Aha’ri in 2146

Then Tom in 2148

Then Sylwanin in 2152

Then Tsu’tey in 2154

Finally Neteyam in 2170

I swear if more older siblings die I’m not gonna have it-

[cod-dump]

Avatar x Ghosts crossover when

Listen- I've only thought about it once or twice okay-

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Ghost is Na'vi, his clan was killed by the RDA. He was taken in by another clan (Price is also Na'vi and this is his clan) and raised as one of them, but he had never forgotten what the RDA did.

Soap and Gaz are Avatar drivers, Soap being Jake Sully with "not supposed to be there" while Gaz actually studied. They meet when Soap arrives on base and become good friends.

Laswell is the head of the scientists and studies Pandora and the Na'vi. She was once good friends with Price until the RDA got involved, Ghost's clan being eradicated and some of Price's own people being killed ended their friendship. Laswell sought ways to repair the relationship but the People wouldn't let her, other drivers, or the RDA close.

'Course Shepherd/Graves are RDA the bastards. Valeria is also RDA but more of a free agent, she's there as a merc trying to get merchandise to sell.

Alejandro, Rudy, and Farah are Na'vi.

Alex is RDA pilot who turns on them to protect Pandora.

Soap wasn't welcomed by Laswell at first but then she learns he was a science major back on Earth and gives him a chance. He nerds out over Pandora, definitely not being the big bad Marine Shepherd wanted in a avatar. He ends up getting separated from Laswell and Gaz on an outing and Ghost finds him. Arrow to the shoulder, that was their first meeting. Only when the atokirina' show does he spare Soap.

Ghost's British loyalty translates to him being deeply in tune with Pandora and Eywa. "God save the queen"? No- "Ewya lift the People"

Would also put elements from the game, Frontiers of Pandora, and some comic knowledge

And the temptation to make Graves a mercenary who was trained to be an Avatar driver. Shepherd bringing Soap in because he thought he could fit with his merc Avatars

EDIT:

Nik can be either Na'vi or RDA who turns, I can see him as either

[crescenthistory]

I cometh to thee with a vision: argue "a dusty attic" and "I kind of like the secretiveness." with our darling Peculiar Pandora?

writing this healed me actually, thank you so much to you and every pandora anon<33 she is indeed our darling peculiar pandora

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i will ARGUE for prompt "a dusty attic" and "I kind of like the secretiveness" with pandora

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: established but secret relationship, alluded to reader being a sacred 28, implied bad parental relationships and home situations, bittersweet fluff, hopeful ending

wc: 1k

However cliche it might be, the attic truly was the best place to meet up in the Rosier manor.

In a household so policed that despite three years of friendship and a lifetime of knowing each other, you were only ever allowed within its walls when your parents were meeting with the Rosier family heads, it was best to do away in corners. And their attic was all corners, angled and wooden, cowering yet welcoming.

In the middle of it, the top of her head just barely avoiding the dark roof, stood Pandora, your Pandora, white hair perfectly complementary to the spiderwebs she was currently observing.

“Hi, Dora,” you whispered as you closed the hatch behind you carefully, murmuring a spell that would give you ample warning if someone was to come near it.

Her head turned around slowly, not at all alerted by the sound, as if she knew you were there already. The look in her eyes wasn’t any less excited, though.

“Trinket,” she greeted warmly, soft smile appleing her cheeks. As you stepped closer, you noticed the faint dust of freckles beginning to emerge over them, a gift from the summer sun. “I am glad to have you near again.”

She always spoke in such an interesting manner, one that never ceased to draw you in. You took the final step towards her, hands settling firmly and reverently on the tops of her hips and squeezing slightly in greeting. “Yes, I am, too, glad that the Malfoys have fucked up to the extent where our parents feel the need to bitch about it together.”

Pandora was entirely unfazed by your crude language. To be fair, she was already well-accustomed to Barty. She merely nodded and tilted her head to look at you. Whenever her eyes settled into you, you had a deep sensation of being seen, observed so closely that your physical being probably reveals more than you are aware.

You didn’t mind it – not when it was her.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmured, trying to not sound hopelessly pathetic while simultaneously not really caring if you do. “Summer's too long without you.”

“Only one more summer, my crystal.” Pandora stepped closer and let her hands come up to brush over your cheeks, a featherlight barely-there touch that you keened towards wanting just a little more – until her palms settled on your cheeks firmly and pulled your forehead to rest against hers. You breathed a sigh of relief. “Our future is around the corner. It will be worth the wait.”

“Well, of course you’re worth the wait,” you muttered, almost petulantly. “I just resent the wait nonetheless. And our parents.”

“No one could shame you for that, I suppose.” Never one to remain still, Pandora’s hands slipped further back on your cheeks, fingers tangling in your hair and scratching against your scalp. “Not that I am one to shame you for anything.”

The breath of a laugh that escaped you at her admittance was promptly pressed against her lips as you seized the kiss you had been aching for all week. Her piercings were cool against your skin, further intoxicating you as you let your hands slip around her back to hold her against you, enraptured and captured by her.

Pandora was an excellent kisser, equal parts give and take, slow and soft. You were breathless when you pulled away to lean your forehead back against hers. 

“One day, I will do that when we’re not hidden away in an attic.” It was a solemn vow, although your tone was light, coaxing forth the smile on her lips. You received what you wanted – and even a prompt kiss to the tip of your nose.

“It’s an endearing attic, isn’t it though?” Pandora squeezed your face once more before stepping just barely out of your grasp to walk towards the stream of sun that came in through the circular window, dust particles highlighted in it like glitter. She reached her fingers out to dance through the light and you were once again reminded that she was something otherworldly. “There are, of course, more places I would like to find endearing – but our little attic has been a kind companion.”

Your heart clenched with both love and an ache for more freedom. Your brows furrowed slightly as you followed after her, watching her rings shine in the sun as they participated in a choreography you weren’t even sure Pandora could decipher.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” you asked, not wishing for her displeasure, but wanting to understand. “To be stowed away up here whenever we wish to meet?”

She shrugged, looking around the attic in amusement before her face turned towards yours once more. “I kind of like the secretiveness. I have Evan. I have you. What else could I need?”

Pandora had a way of conceptualising and phrasing her sentiments that left no air in your lungs and no questions up for debate. Her truth was so personal yet so universal, you were wrapped up in her to no end. 

Though your desire to wrap her up and run away with her this instant was no less insistent, you did soften at her words. She must have noticed, because her hand reached out to capture your own, fingers gently and messily intertwining, hanging between you delicately. Her eyes were trained on yours again, seeing all of you. 

“Our future is right around the corner.” She repeated it slowly, wanting you to hear. “It is beautiful.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and squeezed her hand, smiling wetly. “You are beautiful, my love.”

Pandora used her grip on you to pull you into the light with her. She smiled as you instinctively went in for another kiss. “My dearest trinket,” she whispered, hand on your cheek once more. Home. “There will always be an attic for us – but there will also be houses and gardens and streets and hearts.”

Your eyes were squeezed shut, wishing her every word and every want into existence as you sealed it with another kiss.

[hellinistical]

4:35

Well.

This was certainly a problem. You and Caleb were only supposed to be hanging out while it rained. That meant reading, building model planes, maybe making soup...

Not...this.

Not sitting with your back against his chest and his hands under your shirt, head on your shoulder watching some movie series on TikTok you randomly found. He hums, making some comment about the protagonist and how they should have done something some other way. You had stopped paying attention a while ago.

You didn't even remember its title.

His hands cupped your breasts, under your bra, kneading them lightly. Occasionally, he would offer a firm squeeze here and there.

"Mm, next part please,"

You blink, your back going stiff for a moment. "Eh?" "The next one, pipsqueak- please." "Oh- oh, right."

Your thumb scrolls up to go down to the next video, but it moved on to some reddit story. You'd have to find the rest of the movie somewhere else.

Caleb sighs, pressing against you, absent-mindedly rolling your nipples between his fingers. "A shame. I was enjoying that." He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, his hands slipping away from your tits as he gets up to go make lunch. Yeah... a shame.

[prongsinrevolt]

keep everything aside, when are we gonna talk about bpd! barty crouch jr?

[holyraconteur]

...

So, I've been having thoughts about Spider wielding Chaos magic.

Crazy, right? In a galaxy where blue people exist and humans have found a way to colonize planets, red magic wouldn't be too farfetched.

That would be absolutely wild—Spider awakening as a Chaos witch in a moment of extreme pain and trauma, unleashing a force that he never knew existed. It would make him a terrifying and awe-inspiring figure on Pandora, a force of nature devoted to Eywa and the planet of his birth. Throw in Kiri, and you've got two overpowered siblings.

Anyway, here's a drabble:

Captured by the RDA, Spider endures days of torture as they demand the location of the Sullys. They push him past his limits—electric shocks, water deprivation, beatings—until something inside him snaps. It’s not just pain that fuels the transformation, but sheer, unfiltered rage. He had spent his entire life being nothing but a pawn to everyone. A demon to the Na’vi, a prisoner to the RDA, an afterthought to the humans of Hell's Gate. No more.

The air distorts. The room trembles. A deep crimson glow seeps from Spider’s fingers, crackling and sparking like liquid fire. He doesn’t think—doesn’t even understand what’s happening—before an explosion of red chaos energy erupts outward, flaying the RDA soldiers alive. Metal warps and melts, bodies twist and contort, their screams merging into a sickening cacophony of agony. Blood paints the walls.

Quaritch barely has time to register what’s happening before he bursts apart, his entire form breaking down on a molecular level.

Spider stands at the epicenter of the carnage, breath heaving, eyes glowing a deep, menacing crimson. His feet leave the floor as he ascends, floating weightlessly, surrounded by swirling tendrils of chaotic energy. He looks down at the ruin he has created, the shredded remains of his captors, the metal reduced to slag.

And for the first time in his life, Spider feels powerful.

He doesn’t run. He doesn’t hide. He flies, the red glow of his magic cutting across the Pandoran sky like a falling star of crimson.

The Omatikaya stare in shock as he arrives, his form wreathed in pulsing red light. He doesn’t wait for their judgment. He knows what he must do. The RDA has taken everything from him, from the Na'vi, from Eywa, from this world. Jake Sully had done what he could, but these demons were relentless in their pursuit for more. Never again.

With a single whisper, the forest bends to his will. The skies darken. The very fabric of reality trembles as he vanishes in a flicker of crimson energy, reappearing in the heart of Bridgehead City.

And then, with a single motion of his hand, he tears it apart.

Buildings collapse. Mechs crumple like paper. Soldiers scream as the very air around them shreds them into nothing. There is no mercy, no hesitation—only raw, undiluted vengeance. The Wrath of Eywa.

Spider doesn’t stop until the RDA is gone. Until their machines are dust, their weapons are ruins, and the very land they corrupted is cleansed by his power. As the last embers of destruction fade, he stands amidst the wreckage, his red eyes burning like twin suns. He is no longer just a stray human, no longer the son of a demon.

He is the harbinger of chaos.

And Pandora is his to protect.

[blue-sadie]

To Many To Count

the lapping of his tongue between your folds was about to drive you crazy how long have you been here an hour, 2 the amounts of times you've cum from his fingers and mouth was to much to count.

"F-fuck jake" you cried out as you arched your back as your body shook and tensed as you cam again but all he did was chuckle and carry on what hes doing.

He won't stop till your a babbling, moaning mess that can't speak but he will make you beg for it one way or another.

"Aw is my little girl to dumb to speak well to bad im only gonna stop when you beg me"

[starstruckmoony]

so high school.

masterlist

pairing - james potter x reader

summary - that one cute nerdy guy from your lectures gives you a follow and you end up actually falling for him.

trope/tags - modern!au, uni/college!au, instagram/social media!au, fluff, terrible humor

word count - 578

warnings - language, drinking, smoking

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