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[teyamsilly]

Hey bby! I’m just gonna come on here to request because I love the way you write Neteyam it has me kicking me feet oml.

Can you write a fic where metkayina reader has healing powers that are gifting by eywa, and she uses them to save Neteyam during the final battle? you can decide their dynamic and relationship if u want. if not that’s okay u can ignore this xx

don't blame me

pairing neteyam x metkayina! fem reader summary you were always rational, calm, and gentle. like eywa blessed you with all her tranquility. you always knew you had a purpose in life and that was to be a healer, the next tsahik. the great mother gave you the gift to do so and you never went against death because you knew it was meant to be. but what happens when the person you deared most has his door knocking by death? tags & warning reader has healing powers, reader is tonowari & ronal's eldest daughter, only younger than neteyam by 3 months, lots of descriptions than dialogue (bare with me pls), blood, hints of death index paysyul [water lily], tsaheylu [bond/neural connection] word count 1.6k

teyamsilly speaking ✩ there will be two more parts to this: part two & an alternate ending! there's more descriptions in the beginning describing reader, then reader and neteyam's relationship. dialogue will come later on! hope you'll like it <3

PART ONE | PART TWO | ALTERNATE ENDING

How Ronal found out she was pregnant with you was magical to her. She didn't have any problems with giving birth and it wasn't painful at all. She felt as if she was having trouble breathing and questioned whether there were troubles since you weren't weeping and crying the moment you were born. But to her surprise, your eyes glowed a brighter shade of blue momentarily as you gave her a wide gummy smile.

She knew you were gifted ever since your injuries would heal themselves. She took it as a sign from Eywa that you were next in line for Tsahik, that you would interpret her will. 

The tasks given to you came naturally for you. You've executed the duties of a Tsakarem excellently, not only that, you were loved by the clan. You were always rational, calm, and gentle like the great mother blessed you with all her tranquility. 

Ronal had never thought that your gift could be extended to another living thing. One time, a few ilu's came back injured from escaping an akula. They filled the water arround them with blood, screeching for help. Immediately, you went to them and cried like you could feel their pain. 

As you created tsaheylu with one, your hands gently carressed the chopped fin with tears slipping from your eyes. You surprised everyone when you took your knife and made a deep cut on your palm, then placed it on the ilu's open wound. The skin covered itself.

However, your gift came with a price. Using your blood meant losing your blood, it resulted you to lose consciousness from the loss of blood. Tonowari and Ronal decided that your ability to heal others should never be used again, so you didn't. 

Your mothers next words would ring in your head everytime you see an injured na'vi or animal: "She protects the balance of life. She does not take sides. What happens is meant to happen, ma'ite."

Neteyam Sully knew you were one of a kind when he saw you pass through crowd effortlessly with curious eyes as you observed each of his family when they arrived at Awa'tlu. Your eyes were nothing like he had ever seen before. Jewelled blue eyes that seemed to shimmer with every tilt of your head. He couldn't stop his tail from jouncing gently when your eyes met. He was sure that your eyes glowed before it's shine died.

When he heard the story from Tsireya of your birth and your miracle powers, he was at awe. It was obvious that you were in sync with Eywa and her creatures. And the way you walked, hips swayed, looked so graceful. It didn't surprise him that Kiri was quick to be cosy with you as she loves nature just as much.

Neteyam never had the opportunity to have a proper conversation with you since you are never present in their lessons because of your duties. The only time the two of you had a proper interaction was when Tsireya introduced them to you. When his name rolled of your tongue, he felt like he was in a trance with how soft your voice was. 

Your smile was something he would never get tired of, ever. Since then, whenever you two made eye contact, you just smiled at each other. He would sometimes stare at you with the intention of being caught. When you noticed him looking at you, he flashed you a boyish grin and tilted his head. Blood would rush to your cheeks making you look away. You swore you could hear his chuckle.

Neteyam would look for you after lessons, but you were always snatched away with another duty whenever he would try to make his move. But you couldn't be that busy, would you? Unless you were actively avoiding him. Tsireya would reassure him that you were being kept busy with your mother and how your attention was always needed in the healers' marui.

Lo'ak would suggest jokingly (not really) that he should get injured on purpose just to feel the carress of your hands touching his skin whilst adding smooching sound effects to tease him. Kiri would smack the back of his head afterwards for his stupid idea. Neteyam felt even more stupid for considering his brother's words.

Until the opportunity rose itself. Ao'nung held a small gathering– a party as Lo'ak called it– that night for na'vi his age. It was kept hidden from the adults because he knew that his parents would never approve of this, especially when he brought alcohol that he shouldn't be drinking because he is not of age yet.

You, the golden child of Ronal and Tonowari, never told on him. You loved how you get to worry about your tasks for a while and being surrounded with your peers.

Neteyam couldn't take his eyes off you. You were glowing, you always were, but it felt different for him today. You were smiling with your group of friends until one of them nudged your arm and pointed his direction. He quickly looked away and acted as if he was staring at the fire that served as the gathering's source of light. He scolded himself internally for acting like a coward. All the courage he collected to speak to you just left him.

"Neteyam?"

The forest boy spun around too quickly for his liking with his eyes wide. Your name stuttered from his lips.

You chuckle, "Hi. Are you enjoying yourself?"

He nodded, "I did not think Ao'nung had such drinks." He shook the wooden cup on his hands before looking at you. It seems to be his most favourite thing to do, just having you in his line of vision. 

"Hmm… my brother does not have the knowledge for this. To make a drink like this, you have to take paysyul that lives outside the reef. Take the petals off and then squeeze the ovary." 

Neteyam's eyebrows furrowed, then it relaxed when he realised. He scoffed as a smirk presented on his lips. "This is your doing? That is impossible."

You laughed, "How come?"

"Because you…" He stared at you with adoration, his smile never leaving his lips. And since then, Neteyam knew you were full of surprises. He was driven to get to know you even more.

Everyone started to notice how close the two of you have gotten. Imagine the surprise Kiri and Lo'ak had when the eldest Sully child didn't come for their lesson and found him with you instead. He stayed with you in the healers' marui just to spend time with you.

They would notice how Neteyam's hand would rest on your lower back as you two would walk around Awa'tlu. How your gaze would linger on him longer. How one of your accessories consist materials from the forest. How Neteyam would intertwine your hands together to pull you away from something. How Neteyam's tail would swish excitedly at the sight of you.

Everyone noticed it. 

Your time with Neteyam made you think that his arrival here was not a coincidence but destined by the Great Mother herself. You cant imagine living your life without Neteyam anymore. He somehow made a permanent mark in your life and you cant move on from something strong like that.

Maybe this excuses your reckless behaviour. Maybe this is why Neteyam met you, because you could save him. Maybe it's why you didn't hesitate to sit beside his panting figure, reaching for his kuru immediately when you spotted the wound on his chest that didn't stop bleeding.

"Save him, please!" Lo'ak begged. Your eyes remained on his kuru, tears flowing out of your eyes endlessly. "I know this is a big move, a-and I know there could be consequences. But please save my brother, please," he croaked out.

His cry for help was unnecessary because you knew you would do it either way. The boy you love is dying in front of you. The sight of him scared and panicked, panting for breath made you sob. 

Jake watched with curious eyes as you created tsaheylu with his son. He's heard stories of your 'powers' but never seen them first hand. He remembered from Tonowari that healing any living creauture with your ability was dangerous, therefore was never used again. Yet he couldn't bring himself to stop you not when you could save his first child.

This was not how the bond should feel like, it was not how you wished for it to happen. You could only feel the pain on his chest and how his body is struggling to breathe for air. Neteyam could feel himself losing it, and you felt it too. You quickly took his dagger, tearing the skin of your palm apart making the wound deep. 

Blood gushed out immediately as you pressed your hand against his wound immediately. You groaned feeling your energy being taken away from you. Neteyam stopped struggling for air, his eyes starting to feel heavy,

Lo'ak panicked at this. "What? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, he will live," Tsireya reassured. She watched how the eldest Sully fall into slumber, his chest now heaving up and down peacefully.  The girl noticed how your body started to lean forward, eyes unfocused. She gasped when your eyes rolled back as you fell unconscious. "Sister!"

Jake caught your body before it could fall over on Neteyam. He and Tsireya gently laid your body beside your now muntxatan. Tsireya separated both of your kuru slowly.

Her eyebrows furrowed when the freckles on your cheeks started flickering on and off. The cut you made on your skin isn't healing. The wind arround them passed strongly. Your body turned pale, but heart still beating. 

Eywa gave you a gift, but it came with a price.

[kyettax]

A Commission finished! This drawing is for the lovely @alicentdeservesbetter!! Thank you for the commission, I enjoyed drawing them!

[celliciferworld]

Shape of the Heart ♢ Cellicity A. Molten Lava and Charred Flesh

Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness.

Tagged by: @longveil, thank you so much! Tagging: @ruvenar , @damien-ward , @saidelia-draconis , @mediocre-bladeleaf , @fair-fae , @martyrette , & anyone else interested!

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[kingblueyellowbird]

Get Thee Behind Me, Assbutts (Traducción)

Capítulo 1: Maze/Maize

Historia de @ladyknightskye

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Si alguien le dijera a Sam Winchester que regresaría al laberinto de maíz para encontrar a su hermano mayor pasando voluntariamente el rato con dos ángeles rebeldes, y lo que sea que técnicamente era Gabriel, habría asumido que ese alguien estaba completamente borracho.

Sin embargo, de hecho, estaba mirando directamente a Sam, y le sonreía a Cas, mientras Lucifer y Gabriel -joder, joder, joder- estaban ocupados demoliendo un plato de donas de sidra de manzana. Abrió y cerró la boca varias veces antes de que los dos Arcángeles lo notaran con sonrisas terriblemente idénticas. ¿Cómo diablos se las arreglaron para parecer que estaban emparentados mientras estaban en dos recipientes muy diferentes? 

—¿Joder? —Finalmente salió.

Los cuatro hombres -un hombre, tres ángeles, qué carajo- se giraron hacia él. 

—Hola, Sammy —dijo Dean con un tono jovial.

—¡Sambo! —Gabriel chilló—. Deany Baby dijo que aparecerías.

Dean arqueó una ceja con escepticismo ante el apodo, pero no dijo nada, para sorpresa de Sam.

—Hola Sam —dijo por fin Cas—, ¿Descubriste algo en el ayuntamiento?

—Sí —dijo Sam, sin apartar los ojos de los dos arcángeles que actualmente se parecían a las ardillas listadas—, no es nuestro tipo de- ¿por qué están aquí?

Dean estaba ocupado masticando, pero Cas respondió después de darle un delicado mordisco a su dona solitaria. 

—Gabriel escuchó a Dean. Se puso en contacto con Lucifer.

—Esta bieeeeeeen —dijo Sam. ¿Como si algo de eso explicara algo?

—Lucifer decidió dejar de ser un imbécil —dijo Dean alrededor de otro bocado de pastel—. Ahora tenemos que descubrir cómo quitarnos a Michael de encima.

Sam parpadeó. Y parpadeó de nuevo. Continuó parpadeando. Si uno pudiera imaginarse la mente de Winchester en este momento, estaría mejor representada por el torbellino amortiguador de la perdición.

—¿De nuevo?

—He decidido no destruir el mundo —dijo Lucifer después de terminar de masticar—. Los humanos siguen siendo gusanos, pero me agradas bastante. Y Dean es entretenido. 

—Esto es- estás jugando conmigo, ¿verdad? —preguntó Sam.

Lucifer parecía ofendido. 

—Te lo dije, no te mentiré.

Sam se volvió hacia Gabriel. 

—Este eres tú, ¿no es así?

—Bueno sí. —Gabriel agarró otra dona—. Quiero decir, fui a buscarlo. Y hable con él. Vamos a buscar a papá. Vinimos a ver a Cas.

—No te daré el amuleto —murmuró Cas.

—Entonces, supongo que estás atrapado con nosotros —Lucifer sonrió, lo cual fue un poco aterrador.

Cas suspiró con todo su ser. 

—Gabriel. Por favor. Si encuentro a Padre, serás el primero en saberlo.

—¿Y qué tipo de hermanos mayores seríamos si no estuviéramos atentos a ti? Quiero decir, tú también estás huyendo del cielo —dijo Gabriel con un guiño astuto.

Dean tosió una carcajada detrás de su mano ante la mirada en el rostro de Castiel. 

—Solías arrojarme a los cuásares mientras Balthazar y Kokobiel se reían.

—Solo porque nunca aprendiste a no confiar en mí cuando te pregunté si querías ver un truco de magia —comenzó Gabriel indignado.

—Sam, siéntate —dijo Lucifer, deslizándose hacia abajo para que Sam tuviera un lugar en la mesa de pícnic. Gabriel gruñó, pero permitió que su hermano mayor lo deslizara por la madera—, Dean, ve y tráenos más donas.

Dean se levantó para hacer lo que dijo el Diablo. 

—En realidad, iré contigo—dijo Sam con fuerza.

Una vez estuvieron más o menos fuera del alcance del oído de los -santo maldito infierno- tres ángeles, Sam se volvió hacia Dean. 

—¿Qué demonios? —preguntó en un grito casi estrangulado.

—¡Lo sé! —Dean gritó, mostrando que gran parte de su indiferencia aparentemente era una fachada— ¡Quiero decir, santo infierno!

—Dean, ¿qué pasó mientras yo no estaba? —espetó Sam.

—Está bien, entonces convencí a Cas para que entrara al laberinto de maíz conmigo…

Dean sonrió cuando él y Cas pasaron junto a otra familia que disfrutaba del laberinto. Realmente nunca había estado en uno, y bueno, tenía una oportunidad antes de que el mundo terminara, así que iba a aprovecharla. Resolver el laberinto en sí mismo no fue particularmente entretenido, pero ver a Castiel evaluar cada giro con una mirada entrecerrada sí lo fue. Estaban en el centro del laberinto cuando una voz desconocida habló.

—Castiel, ¿verdad?

Se giraron, Castiel palideció -y vaya, ya estaba lo suficientemente pálido, así que era una hazaña en sí misma- y Dean controló el impulso de sacar un arma. Allí había otra familia, una mamá y un papá y dos niños pequeños riéndose y tomándose una foto. Detrás de ellos estaba un chico rubio de la misma altura que Dean con las manos en los bolsillos y una pequeña sonrisa en su rostro. 

—¿Quién eres? 

—Relájate, Dean-o —dijo una voz que era más familiar. Desafortunadamente.

Dean gimió. 

—¿Qué deseas?

Gabriel se quitó la ventosa de la boca con un sonoro golpe cuando rodeó al otro hombre. 

—Lucy y yo queríamos ver a Cas. No estamos aquí para pelear.

Castiel los miraba con desconfianza, pero Dean también podía ver el leve miedo en sus ojos. 

—¿Qué necesitas?

—Estás buscando a nuestro Padre, ¿no es así? 

El otro ángel- ¿Lucy? Espera-

—¡¿Lucifer?! —preguntó Dean con incredulidad.

El Arcángel asintió. 

—¿Sí? —Su voz seguía siendo muy suave y agradable.

Dean abrió la boca. Él esperaba a alguien… Más. No este tipo, él sonaba como un maestro de jardín de infantes con buenos modales que vestía como Dean.

—Dean —siseó Castiel nerviosamente.

—Lo siento, yo, eh- —Dean negó con la cabeza, y luego sintió crecer la ira. ¡Era el maldito diablo!— Acércate a Sammy y yo...

—No tengo intención de hacerle nada a Sam —respondió Lucifer de manera uniforme—, a menos que él me lo pida.

Antes de que Dean pudiera dar un paso agresivo hacia adelante, el brazo de Cas salió disparado. 

—No.

Gabriel había visto todo esto con una expresión aburrida. 

—Mira, Dean, no estamos aquí por el Apocalipsis. Ya no. Lucy y yo hemos tenido una larga y agradable conversación. Queremos encontrar a nuestro Padre.

—Pensé que creías que la tarea era imposible —gruñó Castiel. Entonces, Dean tuvo la sensación de que Gabriel era un juego justo, mientras que Lucifer era de temer.

—Lo hice, pero tienes una baratija para ayudarte, ¿no? —preguntó Gabriel, señalando el pecho de la gabardina.

—No puedes tenerlo —respondió Cas con severidad.

Gabriel puso los ojos en blanco. 

—Lo recuperarás para dárselo a tu novio, no te preocupes.

Dean frunció el ceño, pero no se perdió el pequeño rubor en las mejillas de Cas. Lucifer ladeó la cabeza. 

—Espera, ¿Castiel?

El ángel se congeló. 

—Castiel… El Castiel de Gabriel. —El rostro de Lucifer se transformó en una sonrisa casi salvaje.

—Solo hay un Castiel —dijo Gabriel con una sonrisa.

—¿Cas? —susurró Dean.

Castiel parecía perseguido. En realidad, se estaba encogiendo un poco. Si no estuvieran enfrentando una amenaza existencial y a un imbécil, Dean probablemente se estaría riendo en este momento.

—¿El Castiel que disparó un cometa en el culo de Raphael, Castiel? —Lucifer dijo con una risa que comenzaba a brotar debajo de las palabras.

Dean miró a Cas con asombro. 

—No es de extrañar que Raphael te odie. 

—Fue un accidente —murmuró Castiel.

En este punto, Lucifer estaba aullando de risa. 

—¡Raphael se quejó de eso con Michael durante años! —Él cantó.

—¡Fue un accidente! —Castiel dijo aún más fuerte, sus ojos se agrandaron con la misma mirada que había usado hace semanas en un burdel en Maine— ¡No fue mi intención! ¡Tú me pusiste a hacerlo, Gabriel!

Dean realmente no tenía la intención de hacerlo, pero se encontró apoyándose en Lucifer, riendo a carcajadas ante la mirada en el rostro de Cas.

Sam parpadeó a su hermano. 

—Te uniste a Satanás por ser hermanos mayores molestos.

Dean abrió la boca para discutir, pero luego se encogió de hombros. 

—Sí. Supongo.

Sam puso su cabeza entre sus manos.

—Eh, ¿señores?

Se dieron la vuelta y Dean pidió rápidamente otras tres docenas de donuts. Sam seguía tratando de asimilar la idea de que “Lucifer estaba aplazando el Apocalipsis” -no iba a tocar el evidente coqueteo de Lucifer ni con un palo de tres metros-, pero cuando volvieron a la sala de estar, la visión que los recibió lo dejó estupefacto.

Lucifer y Gabriel le estaban dando a Castiel un abrazo combinado de cuerpo completo. Lucifer incluso tenía la cara enterrada en el cuello de Cas, y la de Gabriel estaba debajo de su mandíbula del otro lado, con una cara cómicamente dichosa. Castiel se veía como si fuera un gato que sufría mucho siendo maltratado por niños pequeños. 

—Ayúdame —ordenó.

Dean le dedicó una sonrisa pícara con la lengua fuera.

—Sam, sujeta las donas.

Sam no podía hacer nada más que tomar la comida y ver a Dean sacar una foto de todo con su teléfono.

Esta es una traducción autorizada. Recuerden apoyar la historia original.

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