#Navy Romance

[lxdymoon0357]

Soooooo....yandere ji-hyeok and yandere ji-woj from marry my husband?

(Of-course, apologies if it's a bit rusty...)

Yandere!Ji-hyeok, Ji-won X Reader HCs

Yu Ji-hyeok

⊷ Okay, let's start with the fact that maybe he found with playing with the Pang and was immediately enamored with you, your personality, your caring nature, your beauty and introduced himself to you and took the kitty home hoping to see you again the next day..

⊷ Now it depends, if you came everyday after that, he would slowly build a bond with you and get your number and become one of your close friends, and if you didn't come like Jiwon..then he would still visit everyday hoping to see you bringing Pang with him!

⊷ Jihyeok, though definitely have a strong enough family is very much cared for you, he was always scared something will happen and the paranoia was horrible for his condition..he wouldn't sleep or anything, Huiyeong got annoyed at this and she agreed to be your friend to keep tabs on you for him so he gets his rest..

⊷ Jihyeok is never one to use his power as the grandson of a huge chairman, but for you, he definitely uses it to his advantage, like having you get into his sector, having you work side-by-side with him or Huiyeong!

⊷ Would never let Minhwan or Sumin get near you, oh hell no..He has seen those two hurt Jiwon, so he helped his friend and he knows those two will try to get close to you as well..he's not going to allow that!

⊷ Makes sure you're with him AT ALL TIMES!! He cannot stand being away, he will hold your wrists tightly (a bit too tightly at times..) and has a hand on your waist if he can't hold your hand...he just gets paranoid when you're not around....Don't ask why, he just does...worried someone will hurt you..

⊷ Needs to have you at arms-length at ALL TIMES! if that isn't possible, you have to be in his eye range, he isn't afraid to falsely accuse people you care about of serious crimes if it means you'll be under his control and under his embrace..

⊷ Huiyeong is also around you at-least 99% of the time, he has her gain your trust and tell him anything you say or think or do...everything is passed through her hands to Jihyeok.

⊷ Most definitely blackmails Minhwan and Sumin under the threat of revealing their crimes they committed to Jiwon and getting them fired if they even try to gaze at you!

Kang ji-won

⊷ Jiwon is more of a protective yandere so say the least...she knows people aren't the kindest in this world and you were with her since childhood and you comforted her when her father passed, when Eunho Baek confessed to Sumin and when Sumin overall embarrassed her but she was too dense to see through it...

⊷ Jiwon will makes sure any one whom she sees as a threat is somehow suddenly away from you or trapped in a very bad situation, Jiwon can pull a few strings...she's not dumb!

⊷ Jiwon cannot stand Sumin or Minhwan being around you, she will blackmail them and isn't afraid to reveal info to certain people..She definitely got Huiyeong and Jihyeok under her fingers to help her if anything goes wrong.

⊷ Jiwon doesn't know it very well, but she's a rather good manipulator and can use people's words against them, she is absolutely not afraid to manipulate you into depending on her or staying with her.

⊷ Makes sure you're safe at all times, has given tiny trinkets and attached some type of camera to it to see you at all times! She is also kind of a stalker at times to make sure you don't get hurt, she gives your...so she can keep an eye on you.

⊷ She will not let you be with anyone else other than her, she has been feeling as though she had been through enough and she will take whatever she deems she's worthy of and all that she thinks she deserves! And that includes you darling.

⊷ She isn't afraid to extinguish a life-light of one of your dear ones, by a little mistake of falsely accuse them of a crime...she is smart enough and has connections through Jihyeok and Huiyeong.

[soulntes]

THE TRUTH UNTOLD

tsu'tey x oc adopted sully sister

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒.

a love so pure and forever is a loving eternity between future mates who want nothing more than each other and a big family.. but these kinds of things happen that doesn't last forever.

"you have consumed my heart with love and i want to with yours."

"we are forbidden but my heart yearns for you."

RATING : EXPLICIT

WARNINGS : ANGST | ROMANCE | FLUFF | SMUT | SLOW BURN | CANON VIOLENCE | DEATHS | EXPLICIT LANGUAGE | DEPRESSION | DARK PAST | PREGNANCY | MENTIONS OF COLONIZATION | THREATS

CHAPTER INDEX

PROLOGUE

1. THE ARRIVAL

2. LOST AND FOUND

3. ???

＿＿＿BONUS＿＿＿

???

TAGLIST

@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @misscaller06 @theunfortunateplace @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @cardi-bre91

[theposhperyton]

All evidence suggests yes

[darkscrossfire]

If I wrote a dilf!Jake Sully x Navi!Reader series that revolves around forbidden romance, Best friends dad!, angst, pining, and a whole lot of other rollercoaster plot points, would y’all read it? 👀

(Edit, it’s here 👁👁)

[queentheweeb]

Aonung X Fem Navi Omaticaya Reader

A/N: Soulmates exist in the Navi world, and you knew that Aonung was your soulmate when he defended you and your siblings. Also, canon divergence

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You didn't think that you were going to be accepted as quickly as you thought. You were convinced that the Tsahik was going to kick you guys out and fuck y'all but, the Olo'eyktan had a heart and allowed you guys to stay as long as you learn their ways to keep from being useless. She had inspected your siblings making a spectacle of Lo'ak and you swore you almost hissed at her but, your dad stepped up and placed his hand in her face showing yeah, he's a demon too. Your family wasn't freaks or demons regardless of her prejudice. You guys lost too much to be judged so harshly especially since your dad tried so hard to fit in and do right, there is only so much he can do. He was one person with feelings, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. You being the twin of Neteyam can only watch how hard he was with Lo'ak and Neteyam. Yes, Lo'ak got in trouble but, more than once your mom has said he was exactly like their dad and Neteyam was like their mom and you were a mix of both of them. You would always comfort Lo'ak and Neteyam when your dad wasn't around. This time Lo'ak was by himself sulking so you jumped him from behind earning a startled yelp from him.

"How's my baby brother, huh? Why you're sulking? No sulking allowed!" He was trying in vain to stay angry and annoyed but, with you tickling and wrestling with him he was giggling and laughing trying to pin you in the dirt.

"I got you!" He was on top of you but, you used your tail to yank him back and this time it was you on top. The both of you were giggling entirely too much to take this seriously. 

"I win!" You couldn't even say anymore except fall on top of him laughing from the gut. Unbeknownst to the two of you Aonung and his friends were not too far away poking fun at Kiri but, your sensitive ears picked up their voices and the annoyed tone from Kiri. Getting off of Lo'ak, he noticed your face and followed your eyes to Aonung making him hiss.

"The fuck is he bothering Kiri for." You were already on your feet making your way over there and Kiri was the first one to spot your fuming form on the way. 

"Why are you surrounding my sister." You faced Aonung who seemed to have started all of it, glaring at him and all he did was smirk down at you. He had five seconds to stop smirking before you wiped it off of him.

"Relax princess we were just playing around...she's a freak anyway so why do you care." You shoved him and his eyes widen when he landed on his ass and you hissed at him. 

"She's not a freak! You're the freak for picking on someone that doesn't look like you! Leave her alone!" You frowned hard, disappointed in him, and turned to grab Kiri but were blind-sided by a punch right in the face that sent you flying backward, head over heels. Holy shit, you haven't been hit like that since your Ikran head-butted you off the cliff during your Iknimaya, and it hurt. Tears unwillingly came to your eyes, feeling the blood flow like a faucet from your nose; shit, it's broken. Through the pain, you heard full-blown snarling and punches being thrown. You opened your eyes blearily, seeing Kiri and Lo'ak fighting the boy who you think hit you while his friends watched, unsure if they should break it up. Ignoring the pain, you stood up, walking side to side cause now you were nauseous, aiming to grab Lo'ak and Kiri off of him. 

"DON'T YOU EVER HIT MY SISTER AGAIN YOU BITCH!" Kiri bit his fingers and got up off of him turning to see you standing there reaching for her and Lo'ak who pulled the guy's tail growling at him. "Lo'ak it's Y/N." That got his attention leaving the guy groaning on the ground and grabbing you by the face gently. 

"Mom can fix her." He went to pick you up but, was stopped by Aonung who both he and Kiri hissed at. 

"My mom can do it, it's my fault." Kiri and Lo'ak were about to heavily protest, but you stopped them with a hiss and Aonung nodded ushering the three of you to follow. Lo'ak who was still full of adrenaline picked you up and kept up with Aonung's pace to the Tsahik's Marui. When the four of you got there all of your parents were there which was a surprise but, before anything can be said 

"What happened?" Lo'ak put you down and when Jake and Neytiri saw your face they hissed, Jake grabbed you gently and sat you on the floor in between him and Neytiri while Ronal got some healing herbs "Lo'ak" His ears pinned back because of why they got to blame him automatically even though he was part of it.

"It was my fault." All eyes turned to Aonung, and he cringed, wanting to crawl into a hole from all the eyes staring at him, particularly the nasty glare Neytiri and his father were giving him. "I-I was being mean to Kiri, and she told me to stop, which I did, but Key'ko hit her in the face, and that's when Lo'ak and Kiri fought him, and we brought her here." He knew he would have to apologize, so he might as well do it now. He was embarrassed as it was, having to swallow his pride. He turned to Lo'ak and said, " I am sorry." He turned to Kiri, bowing to her, "I am sorry. for being mean to you. You are not a freak."  He turned back to Y/N, who was staring, got down on his knees, and bowed to her. "I am sorry for the way you have been treated." He glanced up at her and, with a deep breath, got up and exited the Marui so he could go drown himself from the sheer embarrassment of getting on his knees and apologizing. 

"I didn't think he would do it." Ronal was impressed with her son's maturity glancing back to Y/N who flinched at the light touch on her nose and mouth but, she shushed her gently. She saw the way her son looked at her and Eywa told her there was something special about Y/N but, she will keep it to herself. 

"Mawey, ma'ite." Neytiri was rubbing her head humming softly while Y/N had a death grip on her dad's hand. When all was done Ronal hummed 

"Thankfully it is not broken but it will be sore for a few days. If you keep bleeding or cannot breathe come back to me." You thanked her watching as she patched up the scrapes on Lo'ak and Kiri quickly and that's when the boy who hit you was brought in by Aonung who forced him to his knees. He had two black eyes and scratches along his chest and arms and he hissed at the sight of Kiri and Lo'ak who hissed back.

"None of that!" Everyone stood quiet at the assertive tone from Tonowari who was staring at his son and the boy. "What do you have to say for yourself Key'ko." The boy said nothing but, hissed when Aonung pressed on his neck

"I'm sorry Y/N for hitting you." He glared up at Aonung who glared right back at him. Lo'ak and Kiri looked at him, looked at each other, and then looked back at him. 

"I'm sorry." It was like pulling teeth out of Lo'aks mouth to apologize but, he did it suppressing the urge to smile at the proud look his dad gave him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too." Kiri's eye twitched but when all was said and done both of them got out of the marui to go back to lessons with Tsireya who was currently teaching Neteyam. Satisfied Aonung left the boy to be seen by his mother who was disappointed in the behavior but, said nothing. You refused to look at him instead your focus was solely on Aonung who kept glancing at you and was hovering at the entrance. Holy shit, what was this pull at your chest? Why was that so cool how he made them apologize after he apologized himself to you and your siblings?

"Why don't you go with Aonung sweetheart? I and your mom have to finish talking with the Tsahik and Olo'eyktan." You nodded smiling at the kiss he planted on your forehead. You got up to go to Aonung who held the beads open for you to come out first and followed behind you. You were flabbergasted by the 180 and you were convinced that when he was around his friends was when he was an asshole but, now? Not so much.

"You need a new friend." You're not going to say too much about the others because you did notice how they didn't help Key'ko instead just watching him get his ass handed to him by your younger siblings. He should be glad it wasn't Neteyam. 

"I don't normally hang out with him, we all found him a bit...strange, a tad too aggressive towards girls but, we ignored it thinking it was us looking too much into it... I should have followed my gut from the jump." He surprisingly looked guilty as the two of you sat near a secluded area of the beach with your feet in the water. 

"It's not your fault, you didn't think he would do that. That's why none of you helped him, right? He had it coming for a long time?" The silence with a single head nod was enough for you. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence looking out to the sea until you felt his hand gently grab yours. You looked up to see he was looking down at you with a sweet smile the sparks in your chest returning with the way he was looking at you. 

"Can we start over? We got off on the wrong foot. I will never make fun of your siblings or you. I promise." You stared at him to see if he was being deceitful but, all you saw was honesty and hope. Allowing the sparks in your heart to grow a bit you smiled at him. 

"Of course, we can." The way his face lit up and he let out a little chuckle made you feel okay with accepting him as your soulmate.

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Would you guys like a part 2?

[snomoscribbles]

I decided to do the romance chart for Nanui! The song was hard to fit but its You Feel Like Home by Hills x Hills!

[mrsackermannx]

FABLE’S MASTERLIST

series started (06-08-21) wc: 113.5k chapters: 19/24

back to main masterlist AO3 VERSION

commission by @catyypss

"People worship old buildings, and people love to explore them. Nothing and no one stays the same. If you think I'd have the younger you. The less scarred you, the you that hadn't lived and loved as fiercely as you have now…”

Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Reader

Description: Chapter 139/ Season 4 Part 3 Spoilers. There's no other place you saw yourself after the Battle of Heaven and Earth, than his side.

Content Warnings/ Tags: Mental Health (Depression, PTSD),

Trauma, Major Character Death Mentions, Grief, Comfort, Minor Canon Divergences, Slice of Life, Fluff, Blissful Domesticity, Angst, Mutual Pining + Longing, Eventual Smut, Friends to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Post-war Levi, Soulmates, Established Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Idiots in Love, Drunken Shenanigans, Doting on Levi, Switch Levi, Switch Reader, Romantic Soulmates, Possessive Behaviour, Doting on Levi, Soft Dom Levi, Loss of Virginity.

Chapter 0: Prelude (06/08/21)

As the battle ends, you and Levi are now faced with the rest of your lives.

Chapter 1: The Letter (06/08/21)

Your peace with Levi is disrupted when an old wound is reopened, forcing you to think about not just the past but the future as well.

Chapter 2: To you (13/08/21)

You have a bittersweet epiphany.

Chapter 3: Care (13/08/21)

Levi helps you practise some self care, with a treat in mind to help uplift your mood.

Chapter 4: 'This is why you shouldn't have wine.' (20/08/2021)

Levi takes you to dinner, and after countless sips of wine, you both loosen up...

Chapter 5: 'Hard boiled?' (27/08/2021)

You're gifted something you cannot wait to share with Levi... maybe dreams can come true after all.

Chapter 6: Highs and lows. (03/09/2021)

You and Levi go out on an adventurous day trip before the weekend ends, and the real planning begins.

Chapter 7: The mysterious Ackerman man (11/09/2021)

A glimpse into Levi's 'inner world'?

Chapter 8: The power of jealousy. (21/09/2021)

How powerful is jealousy?

Chapter 9: Husband. (05/10/2021)

How long will you wait?

Chapter 10: Where are you? (17/10/2021)

Levi's all at once, left alone. But what about you? Where are you? Are you alone too?

Chapter 11: I'm military trained! (24/10/2021)

Levi is finally coming to terms with his feelings.

Chapter 12: White Paws. (1/11/2021)

The beauty of change.

Chapter 13: That was chaos. (14/11/2021)

The cadets navigate through some issues, while you and Levi move forwards, with no intentions of turning back.

Chapter 14: Almost. (26/11/2021)

You're both ready, almost ready?

Chapter 15: Massage man. (26/12/2021)

There's definitely something you and Levi are forgetting? But you're more in tune than you've ever been.

Chapter 16: Finally... (23/01/2022)

What is love? What is sex? What does it all mean?

Chapter 17: We're making love. (23/09/2022)

You and Levi spend the night physically affirming your love.

Chapter 18: Sweet, sweet ‘filthy’ love. (27/01/2023) NEW

Amongst struggling to keep your hands off one another, you and Levi organise a leaving party for the ex-cadets.

mrsackermanx2023© all writing works are my own, do not repost, steal or translate my work.

[darsynia]

Nearer, My God, To Thee | Stony | Ch. 1

STORY MASTERLIST | TONY MASTERLIST | STEVE MASTERLIST NEXT

Written for ZaraMelMercury as a part of @tonysbirthdaygala

Summary: Steve Rogers appreciated his unexpected promotion to Fourth Officer-- until it became clear that it was more about being a novelty American-born officer of the White Star Line than it was about his skill at the job. After another frustrating shift attending to First Class, he was rescued by the devilishly handsome Tony Stark, a notoriously brilliant troublemaker annoyed by his own role as the most tempting eligible bachelor on the ship.

Stark suggested a mutually beneficial agreement-- Steve would stand as a duty-borne chaperone to Tony's worst tendencies, thus saving Steve from endless hours of small talk in First Class. As soon as they shook on it, however, both realized their partnership carried much more potential. Length/Warnings: 3,603 words // light D/s themes For @the-slumberparty prompt: "I'm the reason you're still alive"

Note: After years of being captivated by the wreck itself and the stories therein, I couldn't resist choosing a Titanic AU after seeing my giftee's request involving hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, and historical AU! Please note that this is not based on Jack & Rose from the film-- a Stony retelling of that already exists.

This is a fast burn, passionate romance between two people who happen to have met at one of the worst possible times. It's been pure joy to write, and I am so delighted to share it with you now!

Tags: @chickensarentcheap @linnadhiell @sobeautifullyobsessed

Excerpt:

“You look like you could bend metal, with a grip like that,” an amused voice said from behind him.

Steve released the rail, noting the stiffness in his hands. “I beg your pardon, sir,” he said as he turned toward the speaker. The man was impeccably dressed, with facial hair that brought to mind a mythological satyr, but the most compelling thing about him was his eyes. Where every other inch of him spoke of elegance, class, and condescension, this gentleman’s eyes were warm and kind.

The man’s eyebrows lifted, and Steve realized he was staring. He stammered an apology using the only thing he could think of. In the handsome stranger’s breast pocket sat an elaborately embroidered handkerchief, the perfectly-even blue stitches standing out proudly in swirls and knots on the white cloth.

“Forgive me, your handkerchief has caught my--”

“Oh, this old thing?” The man’s accent was American, but he affected a British one for his interruption, patting at the distinctive object. “It’s my signature. I’m never without it. Tony Stark, prince of industry, at your visual service,” he said, dipping his head in a small bow. His lips were twisted in a clearly amused smile that suited his devilish look perfectly.

Chapter One: There let the way appear, steps unto heaven

Being a Fourth Officer on the Titanic was a point of pride for Steve Rogers, even though in practice he spent more time in First Class keeping the rich passengers happy than fulfilling his maritime duties. Lightoller had already pulled him aside to ‘freshen’ his serious expressions into friendlier ones. He’d been reminded that there were no other American-born officers at his level, and that he was doing the White Star Line a service by offering their wealthy American guests ‘the sound of home.’

Steve knew better than to object that his accent had nothing to do with his skill at his job, and neither did the small talk with the Rothschilds or Astors. He kept his uneasiness at bay by stepping out onto the First Class deck space, hoping the brisk air would help calm his mood.

As always, his excitement to see his childhood friend once he arrived in New York kept Steve going; saying goodbye to Bucky Barnes was one of the hardest things about moving to London from America. Their letters to each other came few and far between, particularly now, with Buck in the Army, and Steve at sea. 

For a man of limited means, working his way up at White Star was one of the only ways he could get to see his friend again. The promotion to Fourth Officer had been a last-minute surprise, but as much as he hated being cynical, it seemed that it was driven more by a hope to placate passengers than anything useful.

Once a half hour had passed, he was still frustrated. As they had the day before, the passengers outdoors had been delighted to call him over to stand quietly in his uniform as they chatted to each other. It seemed that his duty time on the bridge every day was to be his only respite from the upper classes.

“You look like you could bend metal, with a grip like that,” an amused voice said from behind him.

Steve released the rail, noting the stiffness in his hands. “I beg your pardon, sir,” he said as he turned toward the speaker. The man was impeccably dressed, with facial hair that brought to mind a mythological satyr, but the most compelling thing about him was his eyes. Where every other inch of him spoke of elegance, class, and condescension, this gentleman’s eyes were warm and kind.

The man’s eyebrows lifted, and Steve realized he was staring. He stammered an apology using the only thing he could think of. In the handsome stranger’s breast pocket sat an elaborately embroidered handkerchief, the perfectly-even blue stitches standing out proudly in swirls and knots on the white cloth.

“Forgive me, your handkerchief has caught my--”

“Oh, this old thing?” The man’s accent was American, but he affected a British one for his interruption, patting at the distinctive object. “It’s my signature. I’m never without it. Tony Stark, prince of industry, at your visual service,” he said, dipping his head in a small bow. His lips were twisted in a clearly amused smile that suited his devilish look perfectly.

“Sub-Lieutenant Steve Rogers, sir. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Too late, Steve realized he used the convention of a regular introduction, not the more deferential one for men who were not equals. Before he could apologize, Stark waved him off.

“They’ve got you parading through here at every opportunity, it’s only natural you slip into a more familiar greeting. I won’t reveal your mistake if you don’t reveal mine.”

Steve was out of his element; Stark embodied a certain First Class playfulness without somehow grating on Steve’s nerves. Most of the others just gave Steve barely a glance, maybe a nod of recognition of his rank and then moved on, but not Stark.

The man in question lifted his head and sniffed in a full breath of the crisp sea air. He seemed disappointed. “You aren’t going to ask me what the mistake is, are you?”

“With respect, no sir. I am not.”

Stark’s sudden grin hit Steve in the gut in a way he hadn’t felt in years. “Good. I haven’t done it yet. I’ll let you know.”

A young woman walked over to Stark to engage him in conversation. She fully ignored Steve, which was more familiar ground. He stood politely with one hand on the railing, but to his shock, Stark reached back as though bracing himself-- except, he not quite. His hand, undoubtedly precisely placed, was now pinning Steve’s uniform cuff to the railing.

The move was so unhurried, so casually dismissive, that Steve would have been convinced it was exactly as it appeared, if it hadn’t been for Stark’s behavior in the following conversation.

The young woman was dreadfully dull, and his witting captor seemed to offload his annoyance in being stuck listening to her by feigning fascination. Every few minutes, the clever man’s hand slid further in Steve’s direction, taking Steve’s with it by necessity-- and every few minutes, the expression on Stark’s face grew more like a caricature of interest than it had before. 

Tony Stark was practically embracing him by the time the young lady said something cutting and flounced off.

“That,” Stark sighed, “--was almost worth it.”

Without explaining what he meant, he stepped back and looked at Steve with a narrow-eyed speculation that made something tighten in Steve’s chest. The ache in his arm was gone in an instant.

“Am I right in assuming you’re tired of playing the toy soldier?”

The right thing to do would be to school his face to impassivity and espouse his duty, but the words died in Steve’s throat. He didn’t want to lie to Stark. Still, his loyalty was to his superiors, and--

Stark clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t choke on the platitudes, man! I understand you perfectly.” 

“My apologies,” Steve tried, but the other man shushed him.

“You’re here for my amusement second, and the pride of the Line first, I know. Speaking of the former-- did you know my father is an inveterate womanizer?”

All Steve could do was work to prevent his face from showing shock. This seemed enough for Stark, however.

“I am, of course, following in his esteemed footsteps, but for some reason, my dear papa finds that irritating. He deals with it by lobbing marriageable young women in my direction at every opportunity.” Stark turned to rest his forearms on the railing. “Perhaps we can be of assistance to each other.”

Steve thought about being asked to step into a conversation with any of the young, unmarried women of First Class. The resulting nausea prompted him to turn and face the sea as well, once again gripping the metal tightly.

“Precisely!” Stark said, nudging his elbow with his own. “That was unkind of me. My intention is to ask my father to intercede, state that I’m volatile--” He stopped, pulling out a pipe to absently shift between his fingers. “I am, of course --and ask for an escort, a goodwill gesture to protect the reputations of both passengers and ship. A respectable Sub-Lieutenant such as yourself would be a fine choice, even if you weren’t begging for death with every successive minute you spend in First Class.”

A whistle sounded before Steve could formulate his response. Stark slapped his empty hand on the railing decisively, tucking away the pipe.

“The womenfolk will spruce themselves up before luncheon, meaning I am free to speak with Major Butt about getting the President’s ear for our business. I have no intention of drawing you into my scheme if you’re unwilling, so what do you say?”

Steve took a moment to contemplate, and Stark’s patience during those seconds did a lot to recommend him. The man was certainly engaging, and the respite he was offering was too enticing to give up. “If by ‘scheme,’ you mean your intention to request myself as a personal escort, sir, I am willing.”

“Good man! I’ll speak with my father, then. Do us both a favor and appear exceedingly boring and unruffled by anything I say and do, eh? In public, I mean. In private, I’d expect you to treat me as an equal.” 

Stark’s warm eyes and smile of approval sparked something in Steve’s chest, something not entirely made of pride. The ‘out of his element’ feeling returned, for a different reason, now-- but this he could do. Protect this fascinating man from the very things Steve himself was intimidated by? Absolutely. Spend more time together? Please. The chance to escape the strictures of toy soldierdom was a side benefit.

“I can, sir.”

Stark almost ruined things for both of them by reaching out and grasping Steve’s hand for a second. The facade of politeness on Stark’s face faded as quickly as the veneer of cold duty did on Steve’s. There was coalfire in that grip, enough to warm his entire body.

It was sheer luck that most of the passengers had already sought to move inside, and didn’t see them.

Steve was summoned by his superiors an hour before dinner.

“You’re to have priority for laundry, Rogers, as I’m certain you have but one dress uniform, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Howard Stark has requested to speak with you, something about his son and wanting a companion among the officers to keep him in line,” Murdock said. “Tell me now if you have any objections to get out of the way before I send you down to accept?”

That was loud and clear. “No objections, sir.”

“Good. Run and change into your best, then.” The First Officer made a face as he looked him head to toe. “I’ll do my best to find you some pieces to supplement with. If you’re to spend every waking moment with that upstart son of his, you’ll need them.”

The words ‘every waking moment’ fumbled Steve’s fingers on his buttons as he changed clothing in his cramped compartment. Thanks to his efforts in keeping quiet, his sleeping crewmates barely stirred, which was the most kindness he could offer given the lamplight he’d flooded the room with. He wondered if he’d be similarly able to filter out Tony Stark’s light in the days to come. The other man had been perceptive, and his provocative questions had sent Steve’s mind reeling even before he’d realized he was physically attracted.

He’d thought those feelings were behind him, in truth. Years working his way up in maritime commerce meant years surrounded by other men, and nothing had stirred. In a few brief moments, Tony Stark had brushed away the cobwebs, shining his bright smile into the darkest corners of Steve’s mind.

Steve looked down at himself, realizing he’d paused for contemplation at the very worst of times. Well, Stark had implied he would be a bad influence.

Once finished, Steve was painfully conscious of both his need to hurry and the desire to appear calm and unruffled. After all, a hurrying seaman on a ship such as this was liable to concern the passengers, and that was not at all appropriate. 

He got to the designated suite of cabins and checked his pocket watch. He was right on time, which was a relief. Steve thumbed the empty place where the picture of his mother used to reside. It fell out in Southampton, and he wouldn’t be able to replace it until he was safely back in England.

Howard Stark turned out to be the back-slapping, gregarious sort. His son was nowhere to be seen, and Steve soon understood why-- Stark Sr. wanted to give him the third degree, asking about his childhood (he dearly missed Brooklyn), his hobbies (Steve kept his sketchbook double bagged at sea), even his love life (nonexistent and not looking). As the time passed, Steve’s legs hurt from holding himself so stiffly, and the thought occurred that Stark couldn’t possibly ask such invasive questions of the young women he sent after his son.

Then again, perhaps the younger Stark was right about his father’s view of women, and he wasn’t sending them over to share Tony’s mind, just his--

An internal door burst open, revealing Tony himself, a long metal tool of some sort in his hand. “Damned thing was locked! Imagine if I had to evacuate! You might have needed to look sideways at my mother to perpetuate the dynasty.”

Howard Stark’s demeanor closed off immediately, and his eyes rolled skyward at Tony’s impudence. “The dynasty is just fine, I’m planning to entrust it to this young man’s capable hands.”

The words may have been spoken with a clear intent to chastise, but with Howard’s back turned to his son, Steve was treated to the full glory of Tony’s reaction. His eyes widened in obvious delight, and one side of his mouth turned up, emphasizing his unique goatee in a way that felt decidedly naughty.

“I hope that means I’ve met with your approval, sir?” Steve said, his heart racing in his chest at the possible double meaning.

“Did you ask him about his hopes and dreams when he was a lad?” Tony asked, coming over to look Steve over as if he were a piece of merchandise. He was carrying the handkerchief that had caught Steve’s eye, and made sure to flick it in his direction a few times, much to his father’s annoyance.

“It’s for your own good, not that you know anything about such things,” Howard griped. “Well, young man, I see that you’re in your dress uniform. Since a different officer shared our table at dinner yesterday, it will be no unusual thing for you to appear there tonight.”

“Am I appropriately dressed? I haven’t shined my shoes since we disembarked, and I--”

Tony’s hand came down on his shoulder from behind as a brusque embrace. “Oh, you shouldn’t have! He’s worried about decorum. This will be fun.” The words were dismissive, but the reassuring squeeze at his shoulder before Tony moved away hinted that it was an act.

Dinner was simultaneously boring and exciting, depending on where Steve allowed his gaze. The scattered nature of seating at the table meant that Steve was across from Tony, who was only a seat away from his father. That left Tony able to make subtle faces behind his fork which Steve was obligated to remain composed in the face of. There was something so captivating about his impropriety, the kind of freedom that Steve could only dream of having.

He ignored the number of nightmares he'd had over the years that involved breaking protocol and reaping the consequences.

Howard’s interrogation made more sense now. An impressionable, fashionable young woman with the need to make a wealthy match would find it near-impossible to resist Tony Stark’s specific charms. The question was, did Howard have other concerns? Was Steve one of a long line of ‘reputation minders?’

“Sub-Lieutenant?”

Steve started in surprise, looking up to see the entire table’s faces arrayed toward him. He’d been staring down at his bowl for so long the shape was burned in for a few seconds. Tony’s expression was smug, as though he knew he was the cause of the woolgathering.

“My apologies,” Steve said, covering his discomfort by touching his lips with his napkin. 

“Not at all!” one of the women at the table said kindly. “I confess I forget the question. Someone called out your name in concern you were fatigued, I believe?”

Thinking quickly, Steve decided to go for a kind of flattery. “I’m embarrassed to say I am not. I was caught up in memories of other lively conversations, which made me think of friends I haven’t seen for a long while.”

“I hadn’t considered that!” Mrs. Astor exclaimed. “It’s much harder to see them as often, when you’re away aboard ship, isn’t it?” 

The unspoken sentiment that finances were the real impediment hung uncomfortably in the air for a few seconds, and Steve didn’t dare look over at Tony as he nodded.

“The prestige of this voyage should set you up nicely for years, I imagine,” Howard remarked, and the conversation passed to other things. Steve didn’t dare look over at Tony for the rest of the meal, but after a good ten minutes of this, he did notice more noises coming from the table across from him.

The impish man seemed to be baiting him. Steve’s instincts told him he’d be most rewarded by remaining stoic, just as Tony had instructed on the deck earlier that day. It was the first time he’d chosen to be cool and professional because it was exciting, rather than out of duty.

He only slipped up once, but the image of Tony Stark slouching petulantly in his chair, a golden fork in his fingers mid-strike against his plate for the fifth time in a row was well worth the split-second glance.

Unfortunately for the man in question, he was busy speaking to his father and missed it.

When the ladies and gentlemen broke to spend time in their respective after-dinner areas, Steve made his way over to the Stark men for instructions. Tony was already agitated when he got there.

“--tedious, and you know it. It’ll be better for business if I’m not there.”

“I don’t know how you could come to that conclusion,” Howard said drily.

“Just--” Tony broke off, dropping his gesturing hand to jitter at his side. Then he caught sight of Steve. “Just send me onto the deck to ‘think about’ my behavior at dinner and let Sub-Lieutenant Rogers explain all the maritime terms until my eyelids fall off. He’ll do it, look at him! He’s a statue carved by duty.”

The sharp look Tony shot his way certainly sliced through him, but it wasn’t duty that held the knife.

“Go on, then,” Howard said, lighting his pipe. “Keep him distracted from the ladies, would you, Rogers?” he added before turning to follow the group of esteemed men heading for the smoking room.

“I’m still not looking over at you,” Steve whispered to Tony. The act of even saying that sent his heart racing, and the two of them hadn’t even defined what it was that he was avoiding.

“You’re more nervous than a skittish thoroughbred!” Tony whispered at his back, as Steve led him out onto the promenade deck. There were few others out there, but he kept walking until they were standing at a railing the farthest from the door.

He turned around and anchored himself with one hand on the metal, just as before. His heart sank to see the way his companion couldn’t stand still, his eyes darting about. Was he drunk? 

“Forgive me, Mr. Stark, but were you serious about the equals thing?”

Stark clenched his jaw. “It’s Tony, and yes.”

Using his first name seemed like acknowledging that there was something unspoken, and Steve was ashamed to admit he wasn’t brave enough. He sidestepped the issue by not using any form of address at all. What he wanted to do was confront Tony about his behavior, which seemed the height of reckless disobedience, exactly the thing Howard wanted Steve to curtail. Was this some sort of game?

It wasn’t like him to risk his employer’s reputation with that kind of confrontation. “You didn’t have to do that.” Tony’s furrowed brow and possible inebriation led him to elaborate. “Compli-- Speak of me on such high terms.”

“Oh, it wasn’t just for you. I was starting to worry about whether your smile joints work. Angering my father was gravy.”

“I noticed,” Steve allowed, somewhat mollified. He looked down at his shoes. “You told me to remain impassive.”

He could hear Tony’s grin in his response. “So I did! You were magnificent.”

Did the railing just give under his hand? Because he felt he could only say something this outrageous after a clear moment of goodwill between them, Steve said, “Was that all to get a rise out of me, or your father? With respect, I don’t think I’m a good target for such things.”

Tony stepped closer, his expression sobering. After a few seconds of scrutiny, he nodded thoughtfully. “I appreciate your candor. Both, I’ll admit. I see now why you might have found it uncomfortable, rather than the game it could have been.” He set his hand next to Steve’s on the railing, without touching. “Can I guess at something?”

Steve nodded.

“The situation made you feel responsible for me, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe that I was misusing my power over you? In creating culpability?”

The reluctance in Steve’s tone turned it gravelly. “Yes.”

“What if I told you I preferred it the other way? That I find it exhausting to always hold the power?”

Steve’s heart stuttered in his chest on hearing that. In fear, yes, but also some other motivator, one that hid in the shadows of his mind, sometimes warring with his sense of what was right, what was just.

“Rogers?” 

His instincts told him what to say, but did he have the strength?

“I don’t mean to talk past you, do not trouble yourself. Just a gripe on the imbalance of--”

“My name is Steve,” he interrupted Tony. “Please use it.”

He shouldn’t, couldn’t demand, even though there was every indication that Tony wanted him to. The way Tony's whole body froze still for a second made Steve question himself, but then he turned around. The look of joy and relief on his face hit Steve as hard as their first physical touch had.

Next chapter...

Note: I couldn't resist having Tony reference Major Archibald Butt, a first-class passenger and confidante of President Taft. It was the loss of his friend that had Taft so infuriated at the conflicting reports and machinations by the Marconi company regarding the messages of rescued survivors directly after the sinking. I mention it here because not everyone might know of his existence, and that's quite a last name!

[navy-leader]

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[yellowrayn]

Why is the colour BLUE so special?

1. Blue calms to mind feeling of calmness and relaxation.

2. The colour blue represents both the sky and the sea and is associated with open spaces, freedom,intuition,imagination,inspiration and sensitivity.

3. Blue is the world's most favourite colour.

4. Scientists continue to be fascinated by how blue is made because it is made with microscopic structures, which is not pigment - just like how butterflies' blues are made. It is common to refer to things as blue when they are actually purple, like blueberries.

5. Seen as a non-treatning colour.

Blue>>>

[lxdymoon0357]

Could you do a Yandere Kosair from Remarried Empress, kinda love Navier's brother I don't see much of him sadly T_T

(Yep, for some reason my love for characters is coming back, so hopefully you enjoy this!)

Yan! Kosair Lilder Trovi Hcs

☠ Yandere! Kosair is definitely one of the softest yet dominant yanderes out there. He will smothers you with gifts, kisses, hugs, praise or whatever it is you desire, but on the other hand he will make sure you listen to him and will mold you a bit into his perfect person...

☠ Kosair is very much protective, he does not allow ANYONE to talk to you, it does include his sister, his parents or anyone else. Though he told Navier about you, he never let her meet you because he is so protective...

☠ Kosair very much never leaves you alone, no break, also you're stuck in one place, Kosair travels a lot and yeah, since he can't permanently keep somewhere, he unfortunately feeds some type of mineral which makes you lose your voice for hours on end (yes, something like that exists and I remember watching it in a movie!)

☠ Kosair, brings you everywhere and he loves to bring you shopping, buying you dresses/suits/ whatever suits your body pretty person;), shoes, jewellery, headpieces, food, fruits, books, or whatever the heck you like, it's going to be in your hands but it's going to be local, but who doesn't love local things????

☠ Kosair always makes sure you eat nice things and doesn’t really allow you to eat outside food saying he can always make it better, even if it’s made by Michelin chefs…They did not exist back then, but the food is made by such high types of chef, he’s a noble after all….

☠ He treats out to so many dinners, shopping sprees, and what not, be ready to tire yourself out and lay in his arms and sleep there no matter if you’re feeling suffocating and sweaty or nauseating or anything else, he’ll forcefully keep you there.

☠ He dresses you up in expensive and one of a kind dresses and accessories and no, he does not care that they may be a bit too expensive and that it’s too lacy and poufy for you to sit in, he thinks you look adorable and very pretty in it so the dress is staying on.

☠ Unless you say something like it’s very itchy or tight or something like that because he never would want you to be uncomfortable and he hates it if you feel that way, he will have a talk with the person who made the dress…

☠ Kosair would definitely mark you up, from top to bottom, you’re covered in hickeys, love bites, teeth marks, even some blood seeping out of some of them, that Kosair did not care to clean…..

☠ Kosair always does your hair and make-up, he knows how to do, because his hair is long as well and he took an interest in your make-up because he wanted to know what you do every day to look pretty!!!

☠ Kosair does not care what you think, he will kill every single male you put your eyes on…It may be family, a married man, a father or anyone else… He hates the idea of you having another man around…

☠ In his mind, you’re fit to be his housewife/ househusband/or any type of houselover you beautiful bastards! Because you would look so cute in an apron cooking and being domestic and also because he gets to keep an eye  on you…

[soulntes]

3. SEYKXEL'S PATH

CHAPTER 4 : A MOTHER'S MISSION SOON

the dream consumed her.

ingyen worries of her mother's words, as the tsahik and who interprets eywa, to seek and follow what she planned for her yet again. it was as if the great mother herself wants her to prove herself again after the events when she was against the idea of neytiri with a dream walker.

she lost her sister, sylwanin, to the sky demon's violence. the trees of souls demolished like it was nothing to them by their technology. the attack on her and her people's home destroyed from it's natural roots and the death of her father all in the same day. it was too much emotion to bear when they kept taking everything because they wanted what they couldn't have and destroyed everything they touched.

by the time she lost tsu'tey, her long dear friend and potential mate over their years of bonding, her entire world collapsed witnessing his slow death and claiming jake sully the new olo'eyktan. his last words imprint in her mind for the remaining days and the bow he gifted her to live on.

she is desperate to know what her dreams meant for her family.

ingyen enters her slumber and what appeared her home but only hers. she recognized it by her and her son's bow inside the hut, she has no clue what was occuring but l rather feel the peace this dream had to offer.

the warm rays of sunlight wrapping her entire body around her blue body. the chirps of the creatures around her and the bristle sounds of plants and trees the animals roam in. her mind in a blank peaceful state that consumed her entire being. this is what it felt like before she was born.

before anything that destroyed everything.

seeing clearly what there's a regular home for one family. there were weapons lined up near the hut, next to it were prey hanging by it's legs ready to prepare to be eaten, tools scattered around and herbs, like a normal life of a family by their mess.

next thing ingyen saw in front of her is seykxel crafting a toy from scratch out of thin bark and thread along some paints he made to decorate it.

but for whom?

watching her son focused on the details and whenever he messed up, seykxel becomes frustrated and starts over to perfect it. his tongue sticking out and his eyes brows furrowed with his fingers shaking out the achiness. she quietly giggles at his adorable expressions that she didn't notice a hand placing around her shoulder and the other over her.. round stomach?

next thing she knows somebody rests their chin on her opposite shoulder and leans into her face, purring. for all she could do is flip him on his back with the arm on her shoulder and threaten on slitting his throat... instead leans her head, face flushed on their intimacy, against them to her surprise resting her hand on top of his on her swollen stomach.

there this euphoric sensation in her body that prevents her on guard. "seykxel begun on creating toys for the baby when they are not born yet. too excited for a new sibling. i told him whatever he did as much as he could was enough for the baby." she murmurs ears pinned against her head in her relaxed state.

"you know sweetheart, he always desired for a family and now that he has it, spider can't hold back on his brotherly instincts to care for them once they come," they peck light kisses her cheek continuing to rub her belly in circles, "if we want to give him the whole world then we gotta keep making babies after this one, yawne." ingyen playfully slaps at his foul mouth but her ears betray her twitching every time his words spew inappropriate stuff. he chuckles all kissing her some more going down her neck, "watch your foul mouth skxawng, our son is present and i rather you not explain what you mean."

"you weren't complaining before. i don't see an issue on breeding you again until we have a big family, my love," he presumes teasing her with his charisma laughing at the flushed state she displayed for him to cherish. caging her in his strong arms preventing her from leaving embarrassed while ingyen tells him how insufferable he is as a mate.

even when she couldn't see his face, her worries disappeared that maybe this is the man's capable of being a worthy mate and father for her two children.

refusing to give in, miles careful lifts her, her squeals grabbing the attention of the young boy finishing his first toy he constructed.

the boy saw how happy his mother showed and what he wanted became true. truly her smile and laugh radiating like a flower blooming in the beginning of it's first life. spider hopes whoever this man is, is the one for his mother and show he can become the father he wants.

they all dreamt the same dream.

a woman who lost everything continues on living for an orphaned boy born in between the wars of na'vi and sky people. a boy who wanted a family, a father, and his mother's husband who she'll love and he the same. a man lost in his dreams and identity, felt what was a burden.. a heavy weight but in the hand of eywa, he felt easiness in a long time that his soul torn in two place and mind corrupted by someone.

they all didn't want this to end but once they awake, it's back to their lives they were destined to be but their paths can clash any moment.

as soon as spider woke up, he changed the batteries of his exo-pack for a new day ahead he remembered the gift he was given. he got the bow from the wall of their hut, reshaped with his height and designed as the mighty warrior's colors, he is so going to flaunt it to lo'ak and kiri but another day, he didn't want to ruin his gift barely given to him.

admiring the bow sinks in of the efforts his mother put for him, she couldn't wait in giving it to him and thinking about his mother.

the dream.. she really looked happy and majority of it were her playing and be teased by this man.

sadly his vision wasn't precisely clear that he couldn't outline the man's face to recognize only the tattoo on his left arm of a bird but he knows is someone from the avatars that he saw five fingers and very short hair. some do have tattoos and don't. short hair?

thoughts were cut short when his mother stirred awake seeing her son up before her, a routine they've done for years. the perks of raising such a strong boy, seykxel in his first days being in the hut his sleeping pattern were odd when the scientist inform her that normally human babies were from hungriness, scared of a nightmare, or just wanted to feel their mother.

for seykxel, he made it into a game as he grew that whoever wakes up first would choose desert for later and activities to do to spend with each other.

but ever since the rda showed up, their family time were reduced to at least two to keep everyone safe. he didn't mind as long as they spent their time with one activity and enjoy their dinner and desert.

"sa'nok, i know what we should have for desert later. " spider crawls towards his mother as she stretches her limbs. ingyen sees her beautiful child's smile already has in mind what he wanted. his favorite dish and edible just by studying his physical structure.

she makes a curious face, pretending that she didn't know and spider holds her hands with a playful tug continuing to speak, "sa'nok! you already know, i woke up first so i choose what our desert for today."

"mawey seykxel i just was joking. i'll be with the hunting group to gather more food for the people so after that i'll look for cycad seeds." ingyen hums and he nods agreeing.

spider asked for her permission to go with lo'ak, kiri, and tuk on an adventure. she hesitates wanting to keep him at base because they don't know if the rda has a tactical plan on ground. at last she gives it to him only if he carries his throat comm in any case of emergency and she'll fly where he is at while attaching it on his neck and putting the ear piece in his right ear.

she wanted to ask him if he been dreaming something unfamiliar about a man again but rather save that conversation for dinner.

"remember if they ever ask of your name, go with spider always, i guess will guarantee your safety and i'll come for you always." his mom pecks his head tightly embracing his small frame, whispers a few prayers to eywa before sending him off. spider takes his old bow waving goodbye and a shout to see each other at dinner.

ingyen smiles refining to show frown in her face, hoping the safety of her child and the children of her sister's.

she gathers her stuff getting ready to join the hunt. today jake, neytiri, and neteyam are going on a search for any potential cargo near the mountains, this puts her at ease if her son ever contacts her.

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miles awakes with an intolerant headache starting the same dream showing a different time as if days passed but gets ready early to meet with the general frances ardmore, commander of the expeditionary force, on his and his squad's new mission as the first rda's recombinants.

upon his arrival, the majority of people working in bridgehead city were giving him stares or recognition by his rebirth that are and are not pleasant. he didn't mind at all only that his tasks to be completed.

seeing machines, weapons, and buildings made his heart and body churn but he didn't know why. his body becomes more adaptable on height, endurance, and a chance to doing this operation. the bonus of it is he can finally breath the pandora air.

everything has its own perks when he can't feel anything for human quaritch despite having his memories and personality. like a split identity crisis.

that explains his dreams suddenly disappearing in the middle of a heart warming moment to focus back on remembering his past self's wishes. his memories consist a major amount of hatred and spiked determination his navi body can barely handle.

awoken unfamiliar of the situation only to be brought back from the dead as the enemy but installed everything that made colonel miles quaritch he.

miles didn't see himself as that man. that's a problem for later.

he met the general of the operation to make pandora the new home for humanity since earth's dying year after year. over the year they've done more improvement on their technology and assembled buildings than the previous.

and that's where he and his team of recombinants come in to pacify the hostiles of jake sully's raids becoming bold and frequent of important cargo at outline sites.

given the information, miles inspects each video footage of their past raids being well executed on ground and air since he was an ex-marine back on earth which makes him all more dangerous for their mission.

seeing one video of two days before the navi taking down airships and taking any kind of weapon he thought of their base, "any intel of sully's base of operations."

general ardmore brings up a visual on hallelujah mountains where they can search through the caves but each time they send out a rogue their hardware spazzes and attack by banshees.

"colonel, we believe your blue team will be perceived as indigenous and will not trigger their immune response." miles quirks an eyebrow and his tails flicks curiously, "how might we test that hypothesis, general?"

she's continued, "the hard way." he smirks devilishly of her response, ready for this new mission, "outstanding. lyle, let's begin preparations and head out into the forest immediately. we got a traitor to find."

it was starting to become thrilling to set out in the forest to test if what was general's statement is proven true then it'll become easier to find a way to capture jake.

maybe it's the way his system was responding when he and his team are sent to test if their new selves pass through the eye of pandora.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

the kids were running wild on the vines connecting the rocks for path ways and cheering on their adventure where the battle took place. they know they aren't suppose to go near there without supervision or circumstance of curiosity but that didn't matter at the moment.

lo'ak lead the pack constantly urging his little sister keeping up with them and she repeats 'i'm coming' getting distracted again by the plants sticking to her hand.

"bro, why did you bring her anyway?" spider questioned his decision on bringing tuk through the depths of the woods.

"she's such a crybaby. she's all 'i'm telling. you're not suppose to go to battlefield. i'll tell mom if you don't let me come.'" he imitates her with a high pitched voice to them and in response tuk sticks her tongue out at him behind spider.

kiri defends her little sister, "don't pick on her. tuk's got a point when dad grounded you from the raid the other day and he finds out about today, your going to be in a deeper ditch you're digging yourself, lo'ak."

all kiri got in response is 'what our parents don't know, won't hurt them' is what lo'ak bluntly says that'll get them in serious trouble but there they are following where trouble takes them.

where trouble crosses their paths in the same forest.

the recombinants were flown out within the area where the battle took place and each of them take in pandora's view and beauty like it was there first time visiting.

miles's soul and mind were at ease flying above the wilderness, taking in what it offers him of her richness. his mind is blank. no.... human quaritch repeating his words over and over again like a broken record into testing his patience.

the airship lowered for the recoms to quickly get down and search their surrounding of any potential threat.

at the same time, spider didn't feel all too well. his head hurt a bit with minor ringing noise in his ears like prickly thorns stabbing inside. his breathing accelerating slowly and he didn't know the reason. his best guess is he didn't let his mother know where he'd be heading with the sully kids. to ease himself, he'll call in on his mom so it'd go away for a bit.

in the mean time, spider's going to prepare for a lecture later that'll earn him a mother signature, menacing glare.

then he noticed that kiri wasn't near them and went to search for her knowing she is probably doing that thing again where she lays down on the soft grass to listen what she describes as the sound of a heartbeat.

he called out for her multiple times in a regular tone in case of humans around. finally he spotted her doing it and asks if she were okay so she tells him about her repeated actions were a regular occurrence. their conversation was interrupted by lo'ak telling them to head home as quickly as possible.

making their way back lo'ak spots a fresh footprint in the mud, "this is way too big for a human."

"avatars?" spider suggests.

"maybe. they're for sure not ours." the second son decides on his instincts and follow where it lead to.

kiri asks what he was doing but lo'ak interrupted her by shushing her whether there's something up ahead that he was tracking.

...

the forest is a new environment for these recoms.

yes, they do have their memories of the people before them. it's just their rebirth opened something inside when entering pandora's environment. each ear twitch and tails swishing helped them discover more about themselves.

walking carefully watching every blind spot a navi and avatars can ambush them if they were near by, lead by miles pointing his gun slowly when all of them heard a twig snap.

they immediately pointed their weapons towards two small thanators curiously inspecting what were navi to them deciding to ignore them. miles saw how their expressions changed realizing their appearances that helped them confirm of passing as indigenous without triggering an immune response.

a few minutes pass where they're walking to anything they can find that'll be valuable to them as miles's head began to hurt and his vision a bit blurry. he shook it off to continue on his way when in sight is an abandoned lab with vines and busted windows.

he commands them to watch for potential threat and keep guard. miles stumbles on a destroyed amp suit that turned out to be human quaritch's suit from the battle years ago when he removed vines and dirt to seeing the name.

looking at the old suit in front of him, inside was his human skeleton. it gets him uneasy of the old quaritch's body left there meant nobody bothered in destroying anything. this is what he did to them. left all these years to rot after the suffering he inflicted everyone around him. chills ran up his spin as his tail stays still and ears pointing upwards with a frightened expression at the cause of death. two green arrows struck into his chest.

touching them felt awfully real that he never noticed his lack of breathing. truly this was his destiny's ending but now he's back wondering what'll be his next.

...

lo'ak peeks his head over the leaves signalling the others to keep quite while he walks closer quietly. in the distance were indeed avatars, several of them inspecting the old shack.

"we are never supposed to come here. dad is going to ground you, for life." kiri taunts her little brother reminding him what their dad has told him millions of times not to do.

lo'ak shushes her and turns to spider, "bro, we have to go check it out." spider follows him with the girls behind to get a closer look at what these avatars are doing.

the closer they sneak up on these strangers, the more spider's headache keep getting worse with his ears ringing nonstop.

they stop a few feet away from them watching as they are investigating, "bro that's where your dad and my dad fought."

lo'ak's ears perk interested on the topic, "and that's your dad's actual suit." spider curse in amazement of seeing it in person.

spider heard one of them asked another named lyle to find data on a dashcam. his voice, he heard it somewhere but his stupid head ache wasn't cooperating much.

"better call this in." "no bro, we're gonna get in trouble." spider pleads but lo'ak ignores him backing away before they're discovered. "you better call auntie ingyen because if she hears this from mom then you're deeper in this as i am." the sully boy insists about their situation in case things don't go as plan.

spider had no choice but to call on his mother.

"sa'nok. this is seykxel." he whispers waiting on her response.

"seykxel what is wrong? did anything happen? are you okay?" ingyen picks up immediately her voice sounded worried and hoarse from hunting, hearing that she made it home by the people talking in the background.

he bites his bottom lip wanting to lie but he can't when she been honest with him about his entire life.

"i'm okay just a little head ache. um.. we're at the old shack and we're seeing a bunch of avatars that aren't ours.." his mother interrupted by her gasp over the call, "seykxel you know you're not suppose to be there and now there are enemies near by. are the kids okay? have you called in jake?!"

she's panicking over the safety of her child and neytiri's children, ready to get her weapons and call for reinforcements of other navi and avatars to help her.

spider's headache keeps getting worse at the same time ingyen started hers earlier and now it was stronger.

what was going on?

"seykxel answer me!" she grunts at the point of breaking down when other overheard keeping her from going. at this point lo'ak already let his father their location and situation which he got an order to not bring any attention and get themselves out of there.

he signals everyone to follow him, spider struggled to get out his words, "we're getting out of here, lo'ak already got orders from him so we're abandoning the place."

he hears her desperate cries telling everyone to let her go get her child, "ma seykxel! oh great mother keep my child safe until i get there! let me go i need to save him! seykxel!" his heart and head hurt trying to calm her.

"momma you need to calm down-" before he could finish a tall avatar popped out of the plants grabbing ahold of tuk causing her to scream that ingyen overheard.

"seykxel! lo'ak! kiri! tuk! run!" her screams were cut off when spider pulls out his arrows aiming at more avatars coming out of hiding, aiming their guns.

the yelling alerted miles that his team found someone and their demanding orders to drop their weapons as he commanded who were with him to follow.

the children created a circle to watch each others back, spider hissing showing no fear in shooting his arrows at them and lo'ak influencs him into dropping his weapon like he did.

he hesitates not knowing what will happen next but he trusted lo'ak and did what he wanted. the recombinants grab each child pulling on their braids and shoulders waiting on their colonel's orders.

tuk was scared desperately wanting to be with her sister and kiri tells her to keep calm as spider's head ache grew worse until it stopped when their leader appeared at the situation.

miles inspects each child hostage. three were na'vi under the age of a teenager until it landed on a human child.

why a human child?

spider looks at the avatar feeling deep in his chest about him until his eyes landed on his tattoo. the same tattoo from...

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

ingyen kept pushing past everyone who was trying to keep her from going. norm, in his avatar, stood in front of her urging she stays until they get a call back but she tackles him pressing her knife on his neck, "my son and my sister's children are in danger when i could be on my way to rescue them!"

max ran toward the angry mother's threat at everyone and calm the situation, "ingyen, you should call in neytiri where they are. you don't know if there are more rda searching the forest. it is dangerous for any of us leave if they got the kids."

ingyen slowly turns her head in his direction with this killer look in her red eyes, breathing heavily that she hisses and gets off of norm.

immediately pressing in her throat com, "tsmuke. please tell me you are heading for the children. they're not letting me leave to get seykxel!"

neytiri is too worried to rescue hers that she didn't answer with tears forming in her eyes so jake decided to answer her.

"don't worry ingyen. we're rescuing those kids and be back as soon as possible. i promise seykxel will be brought back to you " jake swears to her hearing her cries.

"please jake i'm begging you to bring my son home, i don't know what i'll do without him." ingyen pleads one last time before ending the call and goes into her hut to be alone for the moment.

she prays the great mother for this rescue mission to be successful and bring the children safely home and be reunited again.

ingyen grabs the bow she gifted seykxel and holds it dearly near her heart remembering the memories they have until he comes through their hut and hugs her.

a mother's love is undeniably strong.

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[2lim3rz]

"Throughout all of time, all roads lead back to you."

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

“I may teeter the line between pretty stupid and pretty beautiful, but the important thing being is that I am always pretty!” a very tipsy but not exactly yet drunk, Steve McGarrett stumbling home wanting a smooch from his husband, having just been delivered by the other now out and proud navy buddied who’s op that night was getting Steve home because it’s the only way to shut him the fuck up about his Danno who he obviously missed so damn much, but it’s very much not Steve’s fault that this reunion fell around the same time Danny was getting back from Jersey after visiting for his sister’s birthday. 

Danny’s listening to him ramble about how one of his friends called Steve pretty annoying but Steve corrected him. 

The imagery could be added with Steve tripping and stumbling to the ground before ninja-ing(tipsy) onto the couch desting his head on Danny’s lap. Trying to get comfy and hug Danny while in this position. Telling him about his night, momentarily forgetting his goal before he’s reminded again and trying his best to get a kiss. 

[wings-of-flying]

l&co riptide au is almost too good. chip as lockwood (generally a tragic guy, sort of leader, witty as a way to distract from the horrors), jay as george (first one to join the gang, the slightly more academic of the lot, ran from an evilish institution) and gillion as lucy (joined purely by luck, special in terms of abilities, terrible upbringing by people who don't care about them)

[themorningsunshine]

A Royal Romance

This is for @the-slumberparty​ ‘s test your palette week 1 challenge. I have a thing for royal romances (who doesn’t, right?) and these darkish colours reminded me of our favorite trickster, the god of mischief. So, here it is!!