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lrissa · 2 years ago

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Daddy's Here

Jake Sully x Daughter!Reader

sorry to put some of you through this. ik we're all gonna have war flashbacks to the film with this, but some of you wanted this so here it is.

btw I listened to The Songcord and cried while writing this. if you want a good cry, listen to it while reading lol

TW : bleeding, death

Initially, you hadn't felt the injury. Your only priority was to successfully jump over the railing and follow your brother into the sea. With one hand gripping the railing, you hoisted yourself up, using your limberness to your advantage, before kicking your legs over. Once your upper body followed, you released your grip and allowed yourself to plummet towards the water. Within the time that you fell, you crossed your arms over your chest before straightening your legs and squeezing them together. The position, which was modeled to resemble a spearhead, was meant to help you reach the water faster.

Your pointed feet were the first to spear through the water's surface. Soon after, the rest of your body followed. As the crisp water rose above your head, the cold temperature sent an electrifying shock through your body. However, that shock was quickly replaced with a massive wave of relief.

I made it! you thought to yourself.

Looking up, you saw your eldest brother, Neteyam, break through the water's surface. Like you, he sunk underneath the surface, but not as deeply. After stretching your arms above your head, you lowered them forcefully before kicking your legs, giving yourself the momentum to swim to the surface. Once you'd finally broken through the water, you inhaled deeply--opening your mouth and blinking your eyes rapidly.

"There she is!" Spider exclaimed.

"Good you finally joined us, baby sister!" Neteyam teased, making you turn to him, "You had us worried there for a moment!"

"Well, I actually dived in with the correct positioning to go deeper, big brother!" you teased back, swimming closer to him, "You just cannonballed in like a child."

"Hard to make those quick decisions when you're getting shot at," he replied with a smirk before placing a hand on your head, "but I admire your quick thinking."

"Hello? Are we gonna get out of here or not?" Lo'ak stressed, raising his hands in exasperation, "In case you can't tell, we're not out of here, yet."

Neteyam nodded. "You're right. Let's go find Dad."

You smiled, preparing to swim alongside your brothers when a sharp burning sensation pierced through the middle of your chest. The searing sensation came suddenly, and its intensity increased immediately. This ache, this red hot fire--which had initially been burning your chest--began to move through you before igniting a prickling pain in your back.

Releasing a gasp, you looked down at your chest, hoping that it was a simple fluke. However, after you lowered your gaze to your skin, ice ran through your veins.

It was unmistakeable. Even if you'd tried to convince yourself that your eyes were playing tricks on you, the red liquid that was seeping into the water proved otherwise.

The shock of the sight produced a domino effect, and it quickly impaired your entire body. Treading water, something you'd been doing so mindlessly before, suddenly became a challenge. The air, which you had been effortlessly breathing into your lungs, became much harder to consume. Everything seemed to come to a standstill as you stared at the red river, which started just below your collarbone, emptying into the blue sea. When the redness reached the blueness, it spread out, refusing to dissolve and disappear. It remained constant as it made its way around your body, sealing your fate.

"Y/N?" Lo'ak called, turning around when he noticed your lack of movement.

Upon hearing Lo'ak's call, Neteyam turned around, as well. Since he was the closest to you, he was the first to begin swimming back to you. As he grew closer, his gaze grew uneasy as he took in your expression.

"Baby sister, what's wrong?" he asked, reaching you before placing a hand on your shoulder, "Come on, we must go."

Your eyes, which had temporarily locked with his, dropped back down to your chest. This time, he followed your gaze. When alarm overtook his expression, you knew that you weren't hallucinating things.

"Oh no," he breathed, "Shit! Lo'ak! You skxawng! Get over here now! Spider, you too!"

The world was moving at a slower pace than usual. At least, that's how it looked to you. The slow movement of Neteyam wrapping an arm around your waist before pressing his palm against your wound. Lo'ak and Spider splashing through the water, swimming back to you with frantic eyes.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" Lo'ak shouted, closing the distance between all of you.

However, he answered his own question by looking at Neteyam's hand on your chest, and the red liquid seeping through his fingers.

"She's hit!" Neteyam stressed, "We have to go now!"

Lo'ak cupped your head before turning away and clicking his tongue. Spider replaced his hand on your head while Lo'ak set up his ilu, preparing to lift you onto its back. Your gaze grew blank as your panic reflex wore off and it manifested into a weighted acceptance.

"Baby sister!" your brother's voice called, "Baby sister!"

Neteyam's face grew in and out of focus. Processing your surroundings, you realized that you were laying across his lap. Spider and Lo'ak were holding on to the front ends of the ilu, and you were moving through the water.

A hand was placed on your cheek, forcing you to turn your head.

"Look at me!" your brother's voice demanded, "You're going to be alright!"

An instinct within you wanted to nod, but your body resisted, deeming that as too difficult of a task. Instead, you released an incoherent moan.

Leaning your head back, you let your eyes focus on the eclipsing sun. It would be dark soon. As you processed the darkening sky, your mind wandered to home. The forest, which lived and breathed on its own, always seemed to reach its climax at eclipse. The swaying tendrils of the tree of souls glowed with an unprecedented luminescence. Fan lizards and seed spirits delicately danced through the sky, never passing by without briefly landing on your skin. Their gentle touch filled you with an all-embracing aura.

"Dad! It's Y/N! She's hurt!"

You were jolted out of your vision as you felt yourself being moved again. With drooping eyelids, you tried to fight the increasing fatigue that was overwhelming your body.

"Watch her head, bro! Watch her head!"

The echoing voices grew clearer as you forced your eyes open. A large body hopped over your head before settling itself by your right side. The body reached out, gripping your shoulders before gently tipping your body and rolling you on your side.

"Oh no," the body breathed.

As you were rolled back onto your back, your brain processed the voice you'd just heard. When a large hand cupped your cheek, your vision finally cleared. Yellow eyes, tormented by grief, looked back at you. Those familiar yellow eyes, slightly smaller than other members of your family's, caused relief to wash over your body.

"D-Daddy?" you choked out, cutting yourself off with a fit of coughs.

You were shushed as the comforting yellow gaze glossed over.

Tilting his head, Jake's voice cracked as he responded. "It's me, babygirl." His hand moved beneath your head, cupping the back of your neck. "Don't worry. I got you, I got you."

Neteyam, who was sitting on your left side, close to your head, had never lifted his hand from the wound on your chest. His pressure was consistent, but you felt the fatigue growing stronger as a foreign force pulled at your mind.

A large shadow flew over your body before landing on your left side.

"No, no no, no, no!"

That was your mother's voice. Within a few seconds, she appeared next to Neteyam, eyeing you with wide eyes.

Your breathing grew shallow as you struggled to tilt your head up, making sure that Lo'ak and Spider had made it alright. Both boys were on Neytiri's opposite side, maintaining quivering grasps on your legs.

"Lay back, baby, it's okay," your father's trembling voice spoke, bringing your attention back to him, "We're all here."

Gasping for breaths, you gripped your father's wrist that was closest to your face. "Daddy, I-I . . . I'm scared," you wheezed, "I wanna go home."

He nodded, using his free hand to grip your hand. "I-I know, baby. I know," he soothed shakily, "We're going home. We're going home."

The fatigue was immense. Panic was returning, but its intensity was far less than its original state. Your organs panicked as they fought a cyclical battle. Your body wanted to take in air, but the action of breathing was too taxing, which caused it to weaken further. As it weakened, it begged for more air, but the cycle repeated itself.

The longer Jake watched you, the more he understood the internal battle you were facing. As he locked his eyes with your exhausted, panicked gaze, the weight of the situation dawned on him. Forcing a thick swallow down his throat, he promised himself to make sure that your departure was peaceful.

"Look at me, baby," Jake rasped, gently coaxing your head to turn towards him.

As you eyes locked, he cupped your neck again. "It's okay. I got you," he whispered, becoming choked up as he raised your knuckles to his lips and shook his head, "You don't need to be scared."

His words were like a warm blanket, engulfing you as your consciousness grew weary.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered, "Daddy's here."

Following those last two words, your hearing was no longer coherent. Your gaze shifted above Jake's head, watching as the eclipsed sun seemed to grow closer to you. Distant voices echoed, but you could only make out a few words.

"Oh, Great Mother! No, Great Mother! Please!"

Your brain could no longer comprehend the meaning of those words, or any words. The distant sound of wails grew fainter as the pain in your chest faded.

A white light overtook your vision, and the feeling of a welcoming embrace consumed you.

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lrissa · 3 years ago

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loving you will be the death of me

pairing: austin!elvis x reader

summary: you catch elvis cheating but you let your love for him overpower your common sense so you stay. you stay and give him the opportunity to change but he never does so you have to force yourself to leave.

warnings: angst, mentions of sex, cheating, think that’s all.

note: the only thing that comes easy to me when writing is angst so i apologize that it is 90% of my page. i think it’s easier for me to write about because i’ve only ever been in toxic relationships lol. sorry about how short this is, just wanted to post something while i’m working on the second part of it’s always been you. i wrote this while in a rush but hopefully it doesn’t suck.

elvis had been coming home later and later every night. he never knew you’d be awake when he crawled into the bed at such hours.

at first, you believed him when he told you he was just drinking and blowing off steam with friends. you never really questioned it until one morning you discovered that to be false, rolling over to find elvis sleeping peacefully with a lipstick print on his neck.

you had played it off as if you never saw it, like a complete and total fool. you pushed it to the back of your mind and pretended it never happened because you were such a fool for him. you tried to convince yourself that maybe it was a one time thing.

but elvis then started staying out all night, not coming home until the sun was rising and you were already up for the day. he’d crash in the bed as soon as he arrived home, not even giving you so much as a glance. by the time he woke up, he’d be straight out of the door again. the two of you barely had conversations anymore, barely even had physical contact.

in the beginning, you tried to defend his actions in your own head. maybe it’s my fault, you thought to yourself because that’s how much of a fool you were for him. the man was breaking your heart into pieces but still your thoughts defended him.

after months of that same mindset and the same actions from elvis, you finally came to the scary realization that this cycle would never stop. but still, being the idiot in love that you were, you gave him one last chance.

you stayed up all night, waiting for him to come home but when the sun began to rise and elvis wasn’t home, you began to pack.

you pulled out three large suitcases that were in the back of elvis’ closet and laid them out on the floor. you neatly placed your clothes in them at first so you could fit as much as possible but you quickly realized you couldn’t stuff four years worth of things in three suitcases. so you began packing the more important and sentimental items.

you let the emotions you had been holding in for months release as you picked up the photo of you and elvis from his side table. the picture was from the first date you had ever went on, you looked up at elvis as if he was already your whole world.

you gently placed it into a suitcase before heading to the bathroom to gather your necessities from there. your heart skipped a beat when you heard the bedroom door open, but you kept your eyes on the bathroom counter. you knew the second you looked at him you would crumble.

“honey, what is this mess?” elvis nonchalantly called out to you when he saw the clothes and suitcases stirred all over the floor. you ignored him as you kept frantically shoving things into your makeup bag.

elvis walked over to the bathroom door seeing you in a frenzy, “y/n, what in the hell are you doing?”

your eyes stuck like glue to the floor as you walked past him, your shoulder brushing his when you did. elvis followed you to the suitcases on the floor as you fell onto your knees to start zipping one of them up.

“speak to me god damnit!” elvis suddenly yelled which almost made you jump out of your skin. elvis didn’t notice the tears that were streaming down your face until you looked up to him.

“i’m leaving,” you stated in a calm matter. in that moment, you knew you should have never looked at him. the expression that came upon his face from your words made you want to stop what you were doing… but you couldn’t, everything about the situation was too far gone.

elvis chuckled under his breath as if you were joking, “what in the hell are you doin’ all this for?” he couldn’t believe what was happening.

you looked up to him with a look of disgust plastered on your face, “don’t act like you don’t have a damn clue.”

in that moment, elvis knew that you knew but he didn’t want to believe that. he never meant for things to continue on this long with the woman he had been seeing. at first the only reason he was seeing her was too simply get away from all of commotion in his life. elvis didn’t like to be vulnerable or weak around anyone but through the years you witnessed many of his lowest moments… the lowest being the loss of his mother which you never left his side by.

elvis felt as if he lost his masculine role to you. he though you no longer looked at him as the strong and protective man he was when the two of you first met. he thought you must’ve looked at him as if he was less of a man and more of a weakling after watching him fall apart for years. the woman he had been seeing knew nothing about him but you, you knew everything about him. the woman had never seen him break into pieces or seen his vulnerable side… to her, he was simply just a man and elvis adored that.

elvis was in complete shock, “darlin’, stop… i ain’t-”

“you’re not stopping me,” you cut him off, not wanting to hear the bull shit lies he was about to tell.

elvis shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, “you ain’t leavin’ me, y/n...”

elvis knew how much you loved him deep down, how much you fawned over him. he figured if you ever found out about the cheating, he could apologize and you would forgive him right away… because only you loved him that deeply. but if you had known about this for months, he knew it might be too far gone so he had to do something. he began pulling the neatly packed clothes out of your suitcase and throwing them all over the room.

“stop!” you shouted but elvis didn’t seem to care or listen as he threw more and more out of your bags. “you haven’t paid any mind to me in months! i might as well be a damn ghost here so why the hell do you decide to care now?”

“now you know that ain’t true, y/n,” elvis spoke softly, knowing your words were true but he had to at least try to repair all of the damage he had done.

“when’s the last time we had a conversation that lasted longer than five minutes? when’s the last time you kissed me? i don’t mean those damn one second pecks… hell elvis, when’s the last time we’ve had sex?”

elvis was speechless, he knew the woman had distracted him from you but not this much.

“you haven’t even told me you loved me in months…” you choked out, “you used to tell me every single day…”

“i do love you, baby… i’ve just been busy and-“ elvis started to defend himself but in his heart he knew that there was no repairing the pain he had caused you.

“busy?” you exclaimed, “cut the bullshit, elvis! busy fucking another woman?” you finally stood up off of the ground.

“i…”

“don’t you dare try to lie to me!” you screamed and cried loud enough that you were red in the face.

there was almost no chance of elvis saving this and he knew that when he asked, “how long have you known?”

“months… but i stuck around waiting… just waiting for you to change, just waiting for a lightbulb to go off in your head… but it never did. i’m such a fucking idiot…”

“don’t say that, baby,” elvis spoke softly as he walked closer to you but you backed away. you knew the second he touched you that you would melt right under him. “i can change. i promise i can. just give me one more chance, please,” elvis begged with teary eyes.

elvis meant every word, he had finally realized what he had done. he had hurt the only person who truly knew the real him, the only person who truly loved the real him.

“i’m tired of waiting on you, elvis- i’m done. i’m done waiting on you…”

“but baby-“ elvis started to protest but you cut him off.

“you know, all you had to do was love me. was that so fucking hard?”

“i do love you, baby! i’ve loved you since the day i met you!”

all you could to respond was shake your head, you knew if he loved you that he would never have treated you this way.

“i can’t do this…” you mumbled before running out of the shared bedroom. you didn’t care about getting any of your things, you could get them at a later time when elvis wasn’t there… but you couldn’t listen to anymore of the lies that came from the lips that used to kiss you to sleep every night. your vision was blurred from tears as you ran down the stairs but elvis’ words stopped you in your tracks.

“you don’t love me?” elvis asked but it sounded like more of a statement to you.

you whipped your head around quickly, your mouth falling open from his words.

elvis in fact knew that you loved him… but he used that to his favor.

elvis continued from the top of the staircase, “if you loved me, you’d stay…”

all those words did was make you finally snap.

“you think i don’t fucking love you, elvis?” you shouted as you walked back up the stairs, getting closer to him by the second. “don’t you think if i didn’t love you i would have left a long fucking time ago? do you think i’ve cried myself to sleep every single night because i don’t love you? i’ve blamed myself for your wrong doings! you don’t get to tell me i don’t love you, elvis!” you pushed his chest when you finally met him at the top of the stairs.

never in elvis’ life did he think you’d ever abandon him but reality finally hit him… elvis sank down to his knees, begging at your feet, the epitome of vulnerability… “if you love me…,” elvis gulped as he looked up to your sad eyes, “you’ll stay…”

as you watched tears slowly leave the blue eyes you had fell in love with all those years ago, all you wanted to do was sink down next to him and hold him… comfort him until the tears were gone, but he wasn’t yours to console anymore.

“elvis, i love you so much that i feel as if it’s killing me everyday,” you choked out, “but i’m afraid if i don’t leave, loving you will be the death of me… i can’t do it anymore. ”

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