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on twitter, a viral thread started where people around the world shared their translations of “If I must die”, the last work of Dr Refaat Alareer also known as "the voice of Gaza". A beloved poet, teacher and life-long activist for Palestine, he was recently assassinated along with members of his extended family by a targeted Israeli air strike. His loss leaves a hole in the heart of palestinians all over the world.

Below the cut, I’ll be posting the translations of his poem, with links to the original posts. Unfortunately, tumblr limits posts to a maximum of 30 images. I will update when I can.

Arabic (Refaat’s mother tongue)

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2. Spanish

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3. Irish

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4. Dutch

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5. Greek

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6. German

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7. Vietnamese

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8. Tagalog

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9. Serbian

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10. Japanese

and the traditional japanese calligraphy version

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11. Nepali

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12. Tamil

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13. Bosnian

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14. Indonesian

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15. Romanian

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16. Italian

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17. Albanian

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18. Urdu

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19. Turkish

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20. Polish

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21. Norwegian

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22. Galician

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23. Swedish

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24. Jawi

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25. Bengali

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26. Russian

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Kalvare - Vaanathi x ArulMozhi

The young maiden with her trembling hands as she walked into the chamber that will be shared by her and her love, the one that stole her heart for a long time, her Prince, her King and her husband now.

What if she couldn't satisfy him or his needs? What if she was not that beautiful for him to admire? Her covered body would be fully visible to his eyes now and only his forever. Will he leave her, seeing she is not a woman enough for him?

Each step she took made her heart thump faster, and at last, she reached inside. Her eyes looked around to find no one, as the dim lights made the place more surreal. Cold hair brushed her face and made her hair flow, and just like that, her eyes found the one she always searched for: her love and her heart.

He stands on the balcony, and the moonlight shines through him, making him look like Devendhiran(Indira), who could steal anyone's heart with his shining beauty.

And just like that, all the trembling thoughts left the young and beautiful princess as her husband's soft eyes shined upon her, pouring so much love out of them.

He slowly raised his hand and opened his palm, indicating her to place hers, which she did. A simple touch of their hands made their legs go jelly, but luckily, he was there to catch her, as always.

"Finally, my wife found the way to our chamber as she did with my heart," he whispered. The Arulmozhi Varman smiled at Vaanathi, his love and his princess, whom he would always cherish and never let go.

He placed her before him, her back resting against his chest, his arms encircling her protectively. They stood in silence for a moment, simply feeling the warmth of each other's presence.

"You find your comfort?" He asked, to which Vaanathi hummed 'Hmm' as she looked at the moon and the stars shining down upon them.

"Is the chilly weather okay for my Queen?" Arulmozhi chuckled as he whispered into her ears, causing Vaanthi to blush as she hummed again, 'Hmm.' This caused him to smirk as he looked at her, who was trying hard not to look at him because of her shyness.

"Will you tell me your wishes tonight? Or just humming with your sweet voice for me to decrypt it?" he whispered as his lips brushed against her ear, causing her chest to heave and her breath to be rapid.

Vaanathi turned slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. With a smile, she opened her mouth only for a beautiful melody to be left from her mouth.

En Aasai En Aasai Naana Solvaen En Aasai Naana Solvaen En Aasai Neeyae Sonnal Kannalae Aamam Enbaenae (What my desire is…I can always tell you. But if you can express (guess) it yourself. I will concur with my eyes.)

His hold on her tightened as he smiled at her words and how she sang her feelings. "Is that so?" He replied as he lifted her and walked down to their bed. He placed her gently like a flower and settled beside her. He chuckled once again at her shyness. "What happens next, then?" he asked, smirking at her. Vaanathi once again replied with a song as she continued her feminine desire to be outspoken with her song to her thief.

Engengae Udathum Poagum Angangae Uyirum Pogum Anbala Aalacholvaenae Valimigum Idangal Valimigaa Idangal Thamizhukku Therigindrathey Valimigum Idangal Valimigaa Idangal Thangalukku Therigindrathaa (Wherever your lips are going. My breath is following them. I am asking you to rule me with your Love. The parts that pain. The parts that don't. Tamil(ian) always knows. The parts that pain. The parts that don't. Do you know at all?)

Arulmozhi left her speechless as he smiled, 'Ahh.' He slowly lifted her face and cupped it, playing feather-like kisses all over her face. His hands started to untie her saree, slowly removing the jewels that had hidden her beauty.

Vaanthi smiled as he slowly made her lie down on the bed. He then started to worship her and teach her everything she needed, and soft music once again left her mouth for his ears alone.

Kalvarae kalvarae Kalvarae kalvarae Kanpugum Kalvarae kaikondu Paareero Kankondu Saereero Kalai Solli Thaareero (O Mr.Thief (!!!!)… Who is immersed in my eyes. Looking through hands. Entering through the eyes. Please teach me that art. )

The room dimmed with laughter, moans, and lovable words echoing through it, sealing the life of two gentle hearts.

Note: I am planning for another one-shot of my favourite couple, VanMozhi, where the gentle Prince teaches her the art of intimacy. Then, I heard this song, Kalvare, from Raavanan. My god, is this a coincidence or what? My hand couldn't wait to type everything so that I could read them.

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PAVITR, i need more hcs, analysis… whatever you like tbh, i just love the way you write about Spider-Verse characters

Aww, thank you!

I love writing about Pavitr, I wish he was real so bad

I can write headcanons, but for the analysis part, I think I've gone over most of what I can think of 😭 If anyone has any ideas for scenes or anything you want me to research about him, let me know and I'll fs cook up some posts, but for now the creativity is on a down low :/.

Anyway here are some Pavitr headcanons that I absolutely adore!

Pavitr Prabhakar/Spider-man India Headcanons!:

I always headcanon him as of South Indian descent

Basically, I like to think he was a small town boy from either Andrapradesh (no I'm not projecting) or Tamil Nadu

And he moved to Mumbattan after his parents died when he was young to live with his Auntie Maya and Uncle Bhim (this is canon btw)

I like to think that he speaks one of the South Indian languages, either Telugu/Tamil/Malayalam and sometimes accidentally mixes it in when he speaks Hindi

He loves going to temple with his Aunt Maya

He also loves wearing traditional wear even though most his age don't because it just makes him feel very connected to his culture

Considering the fact that he got his powers from an ancient yogi, he's probably a fairly strict Hindu

He's probably vegetarian like a lot of Hindus in India are

His favorite street food is pani puri (still not projecting) especially the traditional kind but he likes the sweeter versions as well

Loves coconuts and coconut water, hes constantly drinking it while on patrol or during missions cuz its good for you and it gives him energy healthily

hes a good cook and he makes his auntie teach him how to make different snacks so he can show off to Gayatri

He learned how to make Sarson Ka Saag, a traditional Punjabi dish (at least thats what my research says) just for Gayatri

I headcanon Gayatri as punjabi sikh cuz her dad wears a turban

Indian schools are very strict on being late and stuff

So I think Pav probably came to school late once cuz of Spider-man stuff and he got severely punished so he never came late again

Like hes always early cuz he'd rather do that than be stuck outside the school waiting for an hour or being forced to run laps as punishment

yes they do that, idk if they do it anymore but I know some schools used to do that 💀

He probably has a really nice voice, like he sings Carnatic music and practices it

This also connects with him being from South India cuz Carnatic music originated in South India <3

He watched the Indian serials with his auntie all the time

like the really long ones our grandmothers watch with the weird sound effects and zero plot

theyre like telenovelas but worse and he loves them

These are the only ones I have rn but if I think of more I'll post them lol

I love him so much 😭

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Ma Neteyam pt.6

 Part 5, Part 7

Summary: Neteyam is desperate to know what is occuring between the two clans.

Warnings: dirty talk, blowjob, smut, fingering, hand jobs, explicit, stockholm syndrome, abo universe, power imblalance, alpha/omega dynamics, daddy kink

A/N: Let’s be real, this chapter is mostly smut. (Minors don’t interact)

After a couple days Neteyam was finally allowed out with Vamai for the occasional hike. Kxolo had become more and more busy with the communication occurring between the Omatikaya clan and their own. No amount of pressing could get the alpha to speak on what these messages consisted of, but he assured the omega things were progressing in a good direction. There was no saying what that really meant, so Neteyam was forced instead to get information by his own means. 

He took every opportunity there was to be around the alpha when speaking to Tamil or Pulo, even Epok for safe measure. The omega would simply play it off as coming to get his mates attention. Oftentimes he found that cuddling against his side or hand holding would soften Kxolo up. Despite this, many of the times he would get very little information from these interactions. It only took a day or two before the group was evidently using code words to discuss matters. 

It didn’t take much to get Vamai to plot with him. The girl was always up for something that was outside of the monotonous routine. Breaking the rules only made her that much more intrigued, claiming danger was the real key in adventure. The two paid close attention to the betas and alphas around them, looking for patterns in their meetings along with keeping track of who was delivering the messages. 

“It has been three days of this constant messaging and Kxolo still won’t say a peep about them. I need to know what is going on!” Neteyam groaned before unsuccessfully trying to skip a rock against the lake’s surface. Vamai glanced back at the betas around the lake’s edge, checking to make sure they were still out of hearing range. 

“I think it’s time to face the facts, Nete. We are never going to get close to those meetings. It’s time to change tactics.” Neteyam cocked his head to the side in question at Vamai. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, can you really say you have tried everything possible to get in the loop? You are dating Olo’eyktan for crying out loud.” Exasperated, Neteyam stood from his crouching position and began to pace back and forth across the water’s edge.

“Of course I have. Eywa knows I have asked more times than I can count.” Vamai deadpanned back at the younger omega. 

“Asking? Oh sweet innocent Neteyam.” She teased in a mocking voice. Neteyam scowled as the girl continued to laugh.

“What?” He flew his hands in the air in impatience, waiting for her to explain.

“If you want something from an alpha you don’t just ask them. You coerce them, and you know the best way to do that?” Neteyam stopped in his tracks, getting a bad feeling about where the conversation was heading. Vamai’s playful smirk only confirmed his suspicions were correct. 

“Vamai no! I’m not some cheap slut.” Her laugh only became louder till the point of toppling over against the rocks. His face burned red with anger at his friends' mocking gestures. It was the same feeling he had when his parents told Lo’ak about the birds and bees before him and the young alpha refused to tell him anything. 

“Neteyam everyone knows what you two have been up to at night.” The beginning of dread began to gather in the pit of Neteyam’s stomach at the news. Mouth agape, slightly resembling a fish out of water, the omega male stared back at her in disbelief. 

“What? Since when?!” 

“Half the clan can hear you, Neteyam. You aren’t very quiet.” Her eyes lit up with amusement at the other omega’s reaction. Meanwhile Neteyam felt like he was about to die of embarrassment. Had this been the case from the beginning? How much were the other able to hear? Could they hear them speaking too? Vamai rolled her eyes playfully at the theatrical distraught look on the boy’s face. “No need to be shy. You aren’t the only ones keeping people up at night.” The comment did little to sway the male. 

“Why haven’t you ever brought this up?” A mortified groan left his lips as he ran one hand down his face. 

“I thought you knew.” She simply shrugged before casting her own rock into the lake. It cascaded perfectly across the surface with three bounces propelling it. Vamai smiled triumphantly, seemingly forgetting the worry of her friend. 

“Oh Great Mother.” Neteyam sighed to himself, once again attracting the attention of the other omega. 

“Oh stop stressing about it so much. My point was that this shouldn’t be that new of a thing for you. If you really want to know what is going on with your clan the best way to do it is use the assets you already have. You would be surprised what a simple blow job ca-”

“Vamai! I am not doing that!” The omega urgently whisper yelled back at the girl. His eyes frantically scanned across the guards praying to Eywa they had not been witness to any of the conversation. Neteyam was taught to not speak of such things, let alone plot to use them to his advantage. Vamai remained unconcerned by the Sully boy’s uneasy attitude towards the subject. 

“Is it a size problem? Cause there are ways around that.” Neteyam’s eyes widened at the insinuation. An insinuation that made his mind wonder to question the size himself. After all, Kxolo was not a short male. 

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never…” Vamai’s ears perked in interest at the stuttering. For once surprised by the outcome, she leaned closer to the boy from her crouched position. Neteyam didn’t care for the devious look in those eyes. 

“Are you saying you’ve never seen him naked?” It was obvious that there would be no response from the boy but Vamai didn’t let it ruin her fun. Neteyam internally screamed at himself for saying too much around the nosy omega. Vamai was relentless and the last thing he needed was to pour out every detail of his sex life as a form of entertainment for her. 

“Wow, I have to say I am surprised at that. Kxolo isn’t really the shy type. But then again, maybe he is just waiting for a certain someone to coax him out.” She winked back at the boy. Neteyam tried to play off the embarrassment with an eye roll before turning to immerse himself in the task of finding another skippable rock. However, his mind was already falling down the rabbit hole. Was the alpha waiting for an invitation? Was Neteyam supposed to give it to him? 

“On the bright side, that puts you at a great advantage. I’m sure he would give you just about anything to get some reciprocated attention.” The wheels started turning in the boy’s head as he considered her words. 

His conversation with Vamai was the seed of thought that grew into a slow obsession. Neteyam couldn’t get her words out of his head. His mind raced with questions begging to be answered as he pondered the relationship between the two. Up until that point he had never paid much mind to the fact that not only had he never seen the Olo’eyktan naked but also he had never seen or helped the man reach his own orgasm. It surprised Neteyam to find that this realization made him feel quite selfish, as if he owed the man who kidnapped him anything. That being said, Neteyam had reached a climax from the Kxolo’s hands more times than he cared to admit and not once did the Olo’eyktan ask for the favor to be returned. 

It was all Neteyam could think about as he sat through dinner, occasionally trying to appear polite by engaging in conversation. The questions continued even when he lay down to sleep next to the alpha in the hammock. He weighed the validity of Vamai’s statement about getting information concerning home. He wondered if Kxolo really would loosen his strict secretive attitude just from Neteyam providing some reciprocated pleasure. The outlined bulge against his ass throughout the night drew his mind to much more vulgar and explicit thoughts that had the omega getting very little sleep. 

The next day only proceeded in the same direction as he spent the morning hunting alone with his mate. Neteyam was still not trusted with weapons but he figured it would be better than sitting around waiting for Vamai to finish her responsibilities. However, sitting there watching the alpha now, he started to wonder if he had made a grave mistake. 

The male moved gracefully as if in a dance quietly creeping up to the animal. His brow was concentrated into a furrow as he pulled back the arrow, posture tall and strong. Eyes shifted lower and lower until they rested on the one scrap of fabric concealing the object of Neteyam’s curiosity. The v shape leading to the alpha’s pelvis felt like an invitation. No matter how many times he fluttered his eyes away, Neteyam always found himself back to that spot staring. 

“It seems to not be his day to return to Eywa. Let’s try further down the river.” His daze was broken, finally realizing the alpha’s attention had been turned back to him. Recovering quickly, they continued through the thick forest in pursuit of a more promising spot. 

When the Olo’eyktan would crouch low against the forest floor, Neteyam couldn’t shift his attention from the flexing in the man’s thighs and the skilled precision in every step Kxolo took. The thought of being between those strong thighs had his stomach fluttering. The alpha had proven his ability to get Neteyam into a mess beneath him, but what could Neteyam do to him? What effect could he have on the mighty Olo’eyktan who walked with the confidence of a god? 

On the way back, Neteyam considered Vamai’s advice once more and this time found it less appalling. Although he hated to admit it, he was burning to finally taste and feel the Olo’eyktan cock. Every instinct in his body was screaming to please his mate. There was an opportunity to satisfy that desire and progress his plans all in one swoop. 

“How was the meeting with the hunting party last night?” The boy feigned nonchalance as they walked side by side. 

“Still very confidential, little one.” A little put out by the instant rejection, Neteyam tried to figure out what step was next in the seduction process. Acting purely out of panic, he stepped in front of the alpha and pulled him down for a heated kiss. 

A small noise left the alpha’s throat in surprise at the sudden affection but the kiss was returned quickly regardless. Shifted onto the balls of his feet the boy reached up to hook his fingers around the back of Kxolo’s neck. The kiss became more heated as the alpha pulled the boy closer by the hips. Finally starting to feel successful Neteyam began to leave kisses trailing down the male’s torso, slowly starting to crouch to his knees. Lips hesitant but persistent they finally came across the top of the loincloth. One small hand reached out for the fabric but was quickly snatched by the wrist before he could continue. Looking up at Kxolo, he found the male staring back at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“What’s going on here, baby boy?” Nerves tickled his stomach, all of a sudden feeling inadequate to pull this off, but there was no backing out now. 

“I just thought that with everything going on I could help you let off some steam.” He looked through his lashes for good measure but the alpha’s face was unreadable. His chin was pinched firmly as Kxolo used it to straighten the omega back to his feet and bring him in close.

“Hm is that what it is?” Though hardly coming out as a question, Neteyam nodded along anyways. The stare was piercing and it made the boy shuffle uneasily on his feet. “Try again, baby.” 

“What?” he huffed out, frantically searching Kxolo's expression for clarification. 

“Sex is not a bargaining chip, Neteyam.” The boy felt his heart drop to his stomach at the intense look Kxolo gave him. Although desperate to come up with some way out of trouble, his mind went blank as the alpha took another step closer to tower over him. He craned his neck upwards at the male. “What was the plan? Suck me off and I’d spill all the secrets?”

“Do you…not want me to?” The responding dark chuckle sent a shiver down Neteyam’s spine.

“Trust me Neteyam, I think about it all the time. One of the many fantasies I have about you.” Neteyam felt a rush travel through his veins at the alpha’s confession. Not an ounce of shame showed in Kxolo’s face as he cockily smiled down at the Sully boy. His right hand came to slowly trace an invisible trail up the column of Neteyam’s neck. Knuckles brushed the azure skin softly before comin up to lightly cup his jaw. “Pretty lips wrapped around Daddy’s cock.” A thumb swiped across Neteyam’s bottom lip effectively parting it from the upper lip. Neteyam’s golden orbs looked up through his lashes, dumbfounded. “Just like that.” Kxolo murmured, the image now so much clearer. 

Neteyam was speechless. The boy felt like his muscles were made out of stone as not a single inch of him would move on command. That pull to the Olo’eyktan was back. An invisible line tying the two together. Against his will, Neteyam found his own fantasies following that of the older male’s. His hindbrain ached to know what the alpha tasted like. 

“But Neteyam,” The fantasies slipped away as he was snapped back into the moment. “When you get on your knees for me, it will be because you are aching for it.” His mouth went dry. “Not for some scheme to boss your alpha around.”

The touch was gone. Faster than Neteyam could blink, Kxolo was a few steps away picking up the bow and positioning it on his back. One wink over the shoulder was all he received before the older male was strolling through the forest with ease, as if he was on a Sunday afternoon walk. 

Trying to break out of his frozen state, Neteyam mentally cursed Vamai’s name. 

Seduction was never Neteyam’s strong suit but watching Kxolo at dinner he was sure the man wrote the novel on it. Every fleeting touch and simple brush was calculated. His relaxed spread leg posture, elbow resting on a propped knee gave the omega all the material he needed to spin together explicit stories. 

For the first time since arriving, Kxolo did not insist on having him pressed up against his side for the meal. Instead, he sat on the other side of the fire, directly across from Neteyam. Ironically, the space made the Sully boy more flustered than any of the other nights. Predatory eyes would drag slowly to Neteyam’s small form. Sometimes gliding from head to toe leisurely, other times narrowed in on the bite marks still visible on his skin.

By far the worst, however, was the knowing looks that the alpha sent him. Eyes bore into his own, a crooked smirk forming. An unbreakable confidence in that gaze telling Neteyam Kxolo knew exactly what he was daydreaming about. Then the heat of the gaze was gone as Kxolo switched back to friendly conversation with the other clan members so fast it gave Neteyam whiplash. 

The switch was borderline fascinating, but the young warrior knew it was a tease. Pure uninterrupted attention only to have it ripped away in a second. The first few times the boy thought he had hallucinated the occurrence. 

Neteyam fought to get a grip before focusing solely on the fish before him. Kxolo was setting him up for failure. Clearing his head of all dirty thoughts, he took deep breaths in and out slowly. Feeling his heart rate slow slightly, Neteyam went back to eating the fish once more. 

The twinkling of colliding beads broke his focus once more. Head thrown back, muscular arms bent at the elbow to reach behind, Kxolo went about leisurely collecting and trying the long decorated braids. His whole body was in a slight arch, hips raised so discreetly one would have to be looking to notice. Neteyam was looking. 

How easy it would be to reach the alpha. His hindbrain illustrated scenarios of crawling towards Kxolo to nestle between those strapping thighs. Rip the constricting piece of fabric concealing his mate’s cock. To finally feel the weight of his length against his tongue, savoring the taste. Low and guttural moans leave the older male’s throat, slowly thrusting up into the warmth with one large hand guiding the boy’s head down. 

The eyes were back. One eyebrow teasingly raised before it dropped suddenly. His amber gaze flicked down towards Neteyam’s lips before returning again with a darker haze. It was then that the omega realized his bottom lip was once again trapped between his teeth. 

Do not bite your lip like that unless you want me to rail that little hole of yours right here and now.

The words from the lake flashed through his brain causing the omega to release the lip at once. Great Mother, that man has a dirty mouth! Neteyam thought to himself. He tried not to acknowledge  how many times that dirty mouth had gotten him off whether through filthy words or filthy touches. 

There was an arrogant gleam in Kxolo’s eyes as he looked back towards his mate. There was no denying that the alpha knew what he was thinking of and most importantly what he desired. That being said, Neteyam knew that the older male would continue to be an asshole about it and make him work for it. There was always a game of foreplay with Kxolo. A chase. Chase for relief, chase for intimacy. He had made it clear that if Neteyam wanted something, he would have to ask for it. 

It was then that he noticed the bugle in the navy loincloth the Olo’eyktan wore. A familiar heat coiled in the pit of his stomach and Neteyam knew that he was done for. 

“Okay fine, you win.” Neteyam rushed out suddenly as they continued their walk back to the tent. Kxolo, however stopped in his tracks, head tilted to the side in curiosity.

“I win huh? Has a different ring to it than your usual bratty remarks.” Neteyam glared up at Kxolo ferociously. He swore if he wasn’t so horny, that alone would have pushed him into retaliating back at full force. “And what is it that I win, baby?”

“You know what I’m saying.” Kxolo feigned an oblivious expression, shrugging back at the boy. “What we were talking about earlier.”

“Earlier,” Within two strides Kxolo was pressed against him, already placing gentle kisses along the column of his neck. More slick began to gather as Neteyam’s head started towards that hazy state again. “We talk about a lot of things, baby.” Neteyam’s small hands instinctively found hold on the male’s biceps for support. “Perhaps you are referring to the conversation we had with three of my fingers deep in your hole.” An audible gasp exhaled from Neteyam’s as long fingers lightly brushed the crack of his ass. “That is if you can call it a conversation. Most of your contributions were those beautiful whimpers.” 

The words were starting to become a jumble as he could feel the older male’s bulge poking at his stomach. The goal however was ever so present in Neteyam’s mind as his omega hindbrain repetitively begged to feel Kxolo’s cock. It yearned to please his alpha, to hear more of those praises that generously left the Olo’eyktan’s lips during these interactions. 

“Or maybe you are begging me to care to these pretty marks again.” A jolt of electricity sprang through his body into a shiver as Kxolo’s fingertips teasingly ran along his sides until reaching the marks on his right hip bone. Neteyam shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. It frustrated him how easy it always was for Kxolo to get him into a delirious state just from a few touches and condescending remarks. 

“This morning y-you said I could…” Amber eyes looked back up at Neteyam from their spot against the curve of his hips. It took everything in him not to shuffle back at the burning intensity residing in that gaze. Kxolo’s eyes never strayed from that focus as he trailed slowly up Neteyam’s body. The flat of his nose teased against the smooth skin as slow kisses were deposited along the boy’s abs up to his pecs. Without warning sharp teeth gently nipped against his right nipple. The omega let out a gasp, attempting to step out of the embrace. Kxolo didn’t hesitate to grip his hips and pull him back in place. 

Finally that nose trailed along his collarbones and up his neck. Neteyam’s head fell back without a thought, leaving his throat open for access. To his surprise however, one hand cupped the back of his head, carefully positioning him back facing forward. Kxolo’s face continued to draw a long line from the edge of Neteyam’s jaw to his chin. The omega held his breath as it trailed up till they were nose to nose, lips less than an inch away. Hot heavy breath fanned against his lips and Neteyam’s eyes fluttered closed. 

The kiss was heavy and agonizingly slow. It was as if Kxolo was trying to memorize the feel of Neteyam’s soft lips against his own. And then they were gone and he opened his eyes to find the taller male staring straight back at him. 

“What are you asking for, baby? Use your words.” Fingers already twitching towards the waistband of Kxolos loincloth and accepting there was no way around it, Neteyam let the words flow out. 

“Please can I suck your cock, daddy?” A feline smirk stretched across the alpha’s lips before Neteyam was captured in another kiss. Neteyam allowed the male to dominate the dancing of their tongues, completely lost in his hormones. He could feel the last bit of resistance and logic float away from his mind. 

“Being such a sweet thing asking so nicely. How can I say no?” Heart thumping at an exponential rate, Neteyam stared back, completely lost as to what to do next. Always quick to pick up on the boy’s needs, Kxolo guided Neteyam’s hands down the alpha’s torso until they rested just barely above the loincloth. 

“I-I’ve never done it before.” 

“Of course not, baby. You’ve been a good boy, waiting for your alpha. Don’t worry, Daddy will teach you.” Neteyam’s omega instincts purred at the reassuring words. The nerves slowly started to wash away as Kxolo let the alpha pheromones drift towards the boy. 

“On your knees, baby.” Neteyam sank down without a further thought. His small fingers went out to rest against the large flexing thighs in front of him to steady himself. Pleased with the omega’s behavior, Kxolo affectionately brushed through Neteyam’s hair before going to untie the loincloth. 

Neteyam’s eyes finally looked away from the male’s face once a small slap sound of Kxolo’s cock hitting his stomach resonated. His breath hitched at the sight. 

Kxolo was bigger than he had anticipated. Fully erect with angry veins popping out, Neteyam wondered how he was ever going to fit it inside his mouth. The boy was sure he couldn't even wrap one hand around the whole thing. Noticing the dumbfounded expression, Kxolo let out a chuckle before intervening.

“Don’t worry, little one. We are going to take it nice and slow.” Neteyam mindlessly went to run a few fingers down the length. He let out a small squeak when Kxolo’s cock twitched under his finger. “Baby,” Eyes flickered up obediently to watch Kxolo. “How about you give it a little kiss?”

Hesitant lips gently placed a small kiss on the head. Neteyam nose scrunched slightly at the taste of precum. Following the praises, Neteyam was instructed to start licking along it. It started out as only small kitten licks but he stopped at the heavy breath released from the alpha. A new motivation to hear those noises began. Starting from the base of the balls, the Sully boy dragged the flat of his tongue slowly to the head.  

“Oh Great Mother!” The older male groaned from above. Looking back up at that expression, Neteyam felt a new addiction forming. A desire to have the upper hand, to know that he was the one making the mighty Olo’ekytan moan and groan his name. 

Waiting for no further instruction, Neteyam began tracing the veins with his tongue mercilessly. When he reached the head, the omega made sure to circle it around the circumference, drunk on the hazy look that was forming in Kxolo’s eyes. Not satisfied with the volume, Neteyam took one more deep breath before slowly sliding the head into his mouth. 

“Neteyam!” His cock was heavy on Neteyam’s tongue and thicker than anticipated so the boy’s lips had to stretch in order to fit around it. Despite these struggles, the omega began to drop his head down lower and lower onto his alpha’s cock. His descent was quickly disturbed as not only half way down it hit the back of the boy’s throat causing Neteyam to gag.

“Woah there, baby boy. Slow down, it’s ok.” Kxolo used the boy’s braids to gently guide him off his cock. Eyes glassy with tears and a line of saliva messily still attached to his lips, Neteyam gasped for air. It took everything in the alpha to not climax at the sight right then and there. 

“There’s no need to take Daddy’s cock all at once, baby boy.” Kxolo gently guided his head back down onto his cock but this time stopped before it was deep enough for discomfort. “That’s it baby, now try to breathe through your nose. It will help.” Looking up through his lashes at the male, Neteyam obeyed. “Whatever you can’t fit, you can use your hands for.”

Situated with mouth and hands around the male’s cock Neteyam began to bob slowly. He recalled what Kxolo had done to him before and experimented by hollowing his cheeks. The response was almost immediate as a low growl rumbled in the alpha’s chest. A new wave of confidence rushed through Neteyam, urging him to tighten around the cock and occasionally swirl his tongue around the head once more. Fingers tightened around the braids and the alpha’s chest began to rise and fall drastically. 

“Good boy, yes like that- oh Eywa- good job baby.” It was the most disheveled he had ever seen the other male and that realization made pride swell within him. His knees dug into the dirt as he tried to pick up the pace, careful to take deep breaths through his nose. 

“Look so pretty on daddy’s cock, baby. That pretty little mouth was made for this wasn’t it?” The words sent another jolt of arousal through the boy’s body as he realized how crude he must have looked on his knees desperately trying to engulf his mate’s cock. Neteyam could feel his backside was covered in slick that was already trickling down the back of his thighs. 

“What a sweet boy, making daddy feel so good.” Neteyam popped off at the comment and placed another kiss on the angry head before giving the alpha a sweet smile. Kxolo let out a strained laugh, shaking his head from side to side. Feeling devious, Neteyam began to kiss close along Kxolo’s pelvis, dragging his tongue around the erect area but never touching it. These games did not last long before Kxolo intervened. “Cheeky boy, time to go back down.” 

Deep groans and growls were music to Neteyam’s ears, urging him to continue the onslaught on the alpha’s member. Their eyes would connect randomly at points and Neteyam would bat his lashes flirtatiously till Kxolo was back to throwing his head back and moaning his approval. The moans drowned in praises and words of affirmation spurred Neteyam on as he did everything he could do to help Kxolo reach his high. His omega instincts purred at the idea of being the alpha’s source of pleasure. 

Switching back and forth between taking the member in his mouth and teasing with kisses and licks along the head and shaft, Neteyam would look up at Kxolo in fascination. Sometimes the alpha would stare back with a proud smile and others, he would catch the older male throwing his head back in pleasure. Sharp jawline accentuated by the long decorated braids and attentive eyes, Neteyam couldn’t help but admire how handsome the other male was. It was something he tried not to think about or acknowledge throughout the day but in moments like these, there was no denying it. Kxolo was the most attractive man he had ever seen. 

Neteyam lost track of time, completely fixated on the task before him. He choked in surprise as warm sticky cum spurted into his mouth. Not at all prepared, the boy jerked off of the member and sat there gasping for air as the rest of the alpha’s seed spurted along his jaw and cheeks. Kxolo’s growl of pleasure eventually tapered into a deep chuckle as he observed the mess along the startled boy’s face. 

“We can work on that later, baby.” Kxolo breathily reassured, still coming down from his high. Neteyam looked completely wrecked on his knees, pupils blown wide and cum messily drawn along his features. “You did such a good job, baby boy. What a good little cocksucker you are for daddy.” 

Neteyam moaned at the words, reaching up for the alpha. Kxolo quickly obliged, coming down to kneel in front of the boy and running his thumbs along Neteyam’s face. Gathering bits of sperm on his fingers, Kxolo slowly fed him the warm cum. He laughed softly at the pained expression Neteyam’s face contorted into at the taste, but was proud to find the boy continue regardless. 

“I think it’s your turn, little one.” Neteyam nodded frantically at the words, the smell of slick still thick in the air. “Where do you want me?” Kxolo didn’t need an answer as the smell intensified. 

The Olo’ekytan swiftly manhandled the boy to flip around, ass in the air and face pressed to the ground. This new position gave an unobscured view of the puckering hole winking at the male. He groaned at the sight, cock already starting to come back to life. He began with loving wet kisses along the perfect globes. These actions were not appreciated as Neteyam was in no mood for waiting. 

“That’s now what I need, daddy! Please!” Neteyam’s head turned to the side and pressed against the dirt, glassy eyes sent pleading looks back at the alpha. The bioluminescence began to grow brighter, leaving colorful glows of orange and purple painting across the boy’s glowing freckled skin. Looking at what a beautiful mess his mate was before him, Kxolo couldn’t find it in himself to deny the boy. 

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I’m going to take care of you.” The loincloth was removed quickly from Neteyam and lazily thrown to the side. Hungry eyes roamed across Neteyam as Kxolo used both hands to spread the cheeks apart. 

Kxolo’s lungs filled with air deeply as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of his omega. His face dove between those cheeks without a second thought, tongue licking slowly along the puckering hole. Neteyam whimpered at the foreign feeling, already shifting his hips in search of more stimulation. Kxolo could tell there was no patience left in the boy but lucky for Neteyam, the alpha was feeling very generous after seeing the boy pleasure him so openly. 

Neteyam took the first and second finger in with little pause in between. By the time a third one slipped past the rim, Neteyam had pushed himself back up onto his knees so his sweaty skin pressed firmly against Kxolo’s chest. Small gasps repetitively left the boy’s throat as he began to ride the thick fingers deep inside of him. Kxolo’s cock strained uncomfortably at the sight, completely in awe of the boy’s sudden desperation and confidence. 

“N-need more, need more now please!” Kxolo softly shushed the boy with a gentle stroke to the cheek before inserting his thumb. The tight ring of muscles grasped and pulled at the fingers with such strength, it took serious persuasion to slide them in and out. 

“Your ass is being a bit greedy, baby boy.” He condescendingly teased before running a hand down to grip Neteyam’s erect member. The air was filled only with the derogatory sounds of slicked fingers slapping into his hole. Neteyam let out louds groans as he rode the fingers so hard it began to put strain on Kxolo’s wrist. Still fisting his cock, Kxolo tried to match the speed of his pumping to that of the thrusts but nothing seemed to put the boy at ease. 

“Need more, daddy! It’s not enough!” Kxolo watched the boy’s expression to find a completely hazed over expression with furrowed eyebrows. The omega had gone completely dumb on the male’s fingers alone and the visual was something that both turned him on to no end and slightly worried the Olo’eyktan. 

“Hush, little one. It’s ok, I’m going to take care of you.” His grip tightened around the head of the boy’s cock but Neteyam was quickly shaking his head side to side.

“No! No, I need you inside now! Need your cock now daddy.” Something primal stirred in Kxolo at the words, but he tried to push it aside. Neteyam could barely remember his own name, let alone give consent to losing his virginity. 

“You don’t know what you are asking for, baby. Calm down and let me handle this.” Neteyam was neither soothed nor side tracked by the comment. 

“Yes I do! I need you to take me now! Need it so bad please please p-please! I’m asking nicely!” 

“Neteyam, I am not taking your virginity tonight just for you to hate me tomorrow.” A growl resonated from the smaller boy and in an instant Neteyam had slipped off those fingers and out of the male’s grasp. Like an enraged feline, Neteyam sharply turned on the male to roughly push those broad shoulders until the alpha was on his back and he was sitting on top of his pelvis. 

A new type of heat gathered in Kxolo’s stomach at the act of defiance. The male’s fangs came into view as a hiss escaped his chest and the alpha was practically throwing the smaller male’s body off of him. Merciless fingers gripped the back of Neteyam’s neck as Kxolo hovered above his helpless body. The other arm forcefully hooked under the boy’s right leg to keep him spread wide open for him.

Pure enraged fire roared in those golden eyes as he stared down at his mate. There was a line that had been crossed and Neteyam’s body shivered in anticipation of what was to come. The grip on the back of his neck was used as leverage as the alpha brought his face up towards him. A single breath could hardly pass between the two with their proximity. 

“Needy little brat, demanding more even when I’ve told you no.” The words passed through gritted teeth with venom laced into them. “Do you not trust that I will take care of you, omega?”

“N-no I mean y-yes I know you will.” Sentences were a struggle to tumble together as all Neteyam’s hindbrain could only focus on pleasing his alpha. 

“Am I not giving you enough attention, huh? Am I not making you feel good?” A sweet caress slowly down the boy’s propped inner thigh had him squirming and whining instantly. Exasperated whimpers left his lips as the alpha’s fingers slowly found themselves circling his rim once more. 

“No no! I’m sorry Daddy! F-feel so good!” Neteyam was taken aback by the sweet kiss against his lips. 

“Are you ready to behave for Daddy then?” Hot breath tickled the inside of Neteyam’s left ear from the words. Chills swept across the omega’s skin as every sense went on high alert. His body ached for something, anything. Anything that would soothe the searingly painful arousal and heat coiled in his core. 

“YES Daddy! I will, I will. I’ll be good I p-promi-” the sentence was cut off by a gasp Neteyam let out as two fingers slipped in without warning. Kxolo watched the expression with satisfaction, cock twitching from looking at the mess his omega had become underneath him. 

“Yes you will.” Kxolo growled out lowly before slipping his fingers back from behind Neteyam’s neck. One hand scissoring the boy open while the other leisurely traced along his torso, the omega arched into every touch. Neteyam let out a small scream as a third finger was added simultaneously with a harsh pinch to his left nipple. 

Sharp fangs dragged across his upper chest slowly inching closer and closer to the other peak. Neteyam craned his neck to see and anticipate the stimulation but was distracted by those fingers curling around his sweet spot. His head immediately threw back in pleasure, completely forgetting about the teeth. Neteyam began to twist helplessly under the man as lips and teeth began to torment his nipples while those fingers curled and slammed against his sweet spot. 

The pleasure became all too much as Kxolo’s other free hand began to tease the head of his cock. The thumb slipped in and Neteyam dug his heels into the ground to push away and attempt to close his thighs. A sharp bite latched itself around one nipple in warning. 

“Where do you think you’re going baby boy?” Kxolo squeezed the small cock in his hand firmly. 

“I-it’s too much!” Neteyam attempted to arch away from the touch, overwhelmed by the intensity that was bringing him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. 

“Oh really? Just a few minutes ago you were whining at me for not giving you enough and now you sit here and tell you can’t even take a few fingers inside and strokes to your cock without falling apart.” Kxolo shook his head mockingly tsking at the boy. He used his own knees to spread Neteyam’s legs outwards once more while delivering long and firm strokes to his cock. Tears began to gather in the omega’s amber eyes. “You begged for more and now you are going to take it. Keep these legs spread for me. Don’t make me tell you again.” 

Kxolo smirked deviously at the twitches and increase of slick that gushed out during his reprimanding. He could complain all he wanted but the alpha knew Neteyam got off on being dominated. His body became putty in his hands, ready and willing to be shaped in any which way. 

Lowering himself back down again, Kxolo refocused his attention on dragging his tongue down the boy’s outlined abs while keeping up the onslaught on his cock and hole. He accentuated love bites with a simultaneous twist and curl of his fingers that made Neteyam cry out with tears down his face. His own cock strained horribly against the ground but the alpha tried to dismiss the arousal and focus instead on pushing the other boy over the edge. 

Neteyam’s fluttering hole and shaking thighs told the Olo’eyktan he was close but there was still one spot Kxolo wanted to revisit. Tongue and teeth carefully skated along the smooth star speckled skin before coming to rest right above the boy’s hipbone. One simple kiss to the area was rewarded with the omega arching his back dramatically as he moaned out gibberish. 

“One of my new favorite places.” He smirked against the skin before dragging the flat of his tongue along the concave surface. Kxolo let out a groan at the tightening of muscles around his fingers reacting to the touch. “Poor little thing, so sensitive.” 

“Daddy ple- please…I n-need.”

“Shh little one, I know what you need. Just keep making those pretty noises for me, ok?” Neteyam nodded his head messily against the dirt, eager to please. “Good boy.” 

Kxolo pumped his finger mercilessly against the spongy sweet spot while teasing the head of the boy’s cock with his thumb. Neteyam continued to moan and scream beneath as the pace of pumping to both sensitive parts started to drastically pick up. His fingers curled into the leaves and dirt beneath in ecstasy. “There you go, baby. You gonna cum for Daddy?”

“Ye-yes daddy gonna c-cum.” Watch the boy tremble, stutter, and twitch; he knew there was only one thing left to push him over the edge. He smiled down at the unmarked skin of Neteyam’s left hip. Sloppy kisses were deposited onto the glowing freckles and Neteyam had snatched the long braids into his grip. A scream ripped from the boy’s throat as Kxolo began to suck earnestly at the spot, determined to make a matching mark to the other hip. “C-close close so close Daddy!” 

One final bite to the hickey was all it took. Neteyam shook and arched as the cum spilled out of his cock and his hole gripped mercilessly onto Kxolo’s fingers inside. Kxolo continued the stimulation till it was carrying the boy through the orgasm. Neteyam’s eyes rolled back into his head as a silent scream kept his mouth wide open. 

Absolute perfection, the Olo’eyktan thought. 

When the younger boy finally gasped for air and began coming down from his high the two were a mess of cum and dirt. Kxolo carefully slipped his fingers out of the soaking hole, watching as Neteyam let out weak whimpers. Pupils blown wide with a blank stare, Neteyam was lost in the haze of post orgasm. 

Careless of the slick and cum his hands spread across the boy's skin as they traveled up his sides, Kxolo carefully laid a sweet kiss on his lips. There was a lag in response but eventually soft hesitant lips kissed back. 

“You back with me baby?” Kxolo quietly asked while comfortingly twisting some braids in his fingers. Neteyam nodded with hooded eyes that incidentally traveled down till they got caught on something. Kxolo followed his gaze to find it locked on his own rock hard cock upright against his stomach. 

“Y-you’re-”

“I’m alright, baby boy. Don’t worry about it.” He plastered on the most convincing smile he could muster even though all his body wanted to do was flip Neteyam over and pound into him till he was filled with his cum. 

“You want me to help?” Neteyam timidly offered. The alpha shook his head fondly at the generosity, sure that the omega could barely walk let alone handle another round. 

“Sweet one, you’ve helped more than enough.” Kxolo carefully positioned the limp boy into his lap, kissing tenderly along his jawline. Neteyam preened under the affection, eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion. 

Neteyam didn’t awake, held bridal style in the alpha’s arms, until cold water could be felt on his backside. His eyes shot open to realize Kxolo was wading them into the lake slowly. He whined at the temperature, such a drastic contradiction to his burning skin. 

“It’s ok, baby boy. Just need to clean you up.” Neteyam groaned in protest, trying to arch away from the water. Kxolo fought these movements gently but firmly to ensure there was no escape from the needed bath. He was set upon a submerged rock that had the waterline tickling against his ribcage. 

“It’s freezing!” The omega wrapped his arms around himself, teeth already on the verge of chattering. There was no space to avoid the waters however as Kxolo towered in front of him, large hands softly keeping the boy in place. 

“I know, little one but you are covered in dirt and cum.” He chuckled, scooping up some water to pour over Neteyam’s shoulder. The omega jerked at the action, already shivering in the lake. Kxolo was patient as he lathered soup into the boy’s chest and neck gently. Neteyam hissed and backed away with every splash of the water Kxolo carefully distributed but the alpha simply let out a small laugh and continued to hold him stationary. 

Neteyam finally stopped fighting it as he found the only true source of warmth was found in being pressed up against the older male. He was exhausted and, even though he would never admit it, craving the safety and comfort of the Olo’eyktan’s embrace. 

“Lean your head back.” Kxolo softly ordered, helping the boy recline to get his hair in the water. He took his time getting every leaf, vine, and piece of dirt washed out of the braids that had been swept back and forth across the forest floor. Despite the cold, Neteyam’s eyes fluttered sleepily from the comforting sensation of the alpha’s long fingers against his scalp. 

It took several dunks under water to get the residue off of Neteyam’s face and each time the boy would spring out of the water with narrowed eyes and pinched brows. Kxolo laughed at the Neteyam’s dramatic attitude that was easily fixed by a tight embrace and hands rubbing up and down his arms to create some heat. Kxolo was especially careful when his hands traveled southward and washed every nook and crevice. Neteyam would occasionally shift and whimper from the sensitivity, but he stayed obediently in the alpha’s arms nonetheless. 

“Stay here.” Neteyam groaned as Kxolo placed him back on the rock and went to wash himself. Without the large body blocking it, the wind whipped against his wet skin. Curled up into a ball, Neteyam watched the Olo’eyktan bathe, admiring the glowing lights that danced across the outlined muscles of his back. He became mesmerized by the long braids Kxolo carefully washed in the water. 

Neteyam’s head felt heavy as he lulled it from side to side till resting it against his propped knees. His mind was still a blurred jumble, only primal wants and needs in focus. The need to be warm. The need to be held. The need to feel his alpha’s body against his own. 

“Not time to sleep yet, baby boy.” The warm voice accompanied by a kiss to the forehead lured him out of sleep, finally blinking back up at the male. Strong arms wrapped around his back and under his knees till he was lifted again into Kxolo’s arms. Neteyam took the ride happily, wrapping his hands around his neck. Kxolo let out a content sigh at the feel of Neteyam’s face nuzzling into his neck. 

The walk back was silent and Neteyam only stayed conscious of random bits and snippets. The purrs and coos of wildlife acted as a lullaby along with the alpha’s calming scent encapsulating the omega with every inhale. It wasn’t until Kxolo had set him down and began tying a new loincloth around him that Neteyam realized they were back towards the hanging hammocks in the center of the village. The omega quickly scanned the area nervously to see if they had been noticed walking back naked but was relieved to find everyone asleep. 

“I thought we were going to the tent?”

“Change of plans. Come on, time to get you to bed.” Neteyam didn’t have the energy to care as he was led to the hanging hammock and helped down. He was quick to entangle their limbs together and place his head back into the crook of Kxolo’s neck. The Olo’eyktan cooed sweet nothings into his ear while tracing swirling patterns down the omega’s back. Neteyam subconsciously wrapped his tail around the older male’s thigh and snuggled closer. Everything in his nature told Neteyam this was where he was supposed to be.

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to get a little more information out of the supposed threat, jaime had invited the said "threat" to stay for dinner, and well, things get messy.

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– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers, jaime being (slightly) ooc

– author's note: i won't lie, i'm surprised at how i somehow made jaime a little mean... disclaimer: i don't speak Spanish, Nahuatl or Tamil so please do correct me if i am wrong! read more under the cut! :)

translations: mamá dice que es la cena - mom says it's dinnner ¡Si no sales ahora, te patearé el trasero hasta llegar a Gotham! - if you don't get out now, i'll kick your ass all the way to gotham Ella tiene planes, ¿qué estás haciendo? - she has plans, what are you doing? ¿A dónde van todas? - where's everyone going?

His mind was filled with thoughts and worries, but his gaze was locked on the sun that sank behind the horizon, a sigh filling his lungs.

He was late for dinner. Again.

“Mama’s so gonna kill me,” He muttered under his breath, speeding home as quickly as he could. 

“I have notified her beforehand. You will be fine.”

“It won’t stop her worrying, though.”

Wishing that he could’ve enjoyed the beauty of the sunset longer, he spotted his home, amongst the other buildings in their little community. Jaime then allowed the beetle-like alien on his back to scan for any people passing, he lowered himself closer to the ground, dashing towards his bedroom window.

His head darted left and right, and with a grunt, lifted his bedroom window open, hopping through quickly and pulling his room blinds shut.

The armour-clad suit then began to vanish, Jaime’s arms darting around his room to find whatever articles of clothes to cover his bare body.

“Jaime, hermano!”

Milagro’s voice cut through the silence of his room – other than the cluttering of items as he rummaged around – her knuckles knocking against his bedroom door.

“Mamá dice que es la cena!” Milagro huffed, turning to face the girl behind her. “Drea, I’m so so sorry about this, I do want to walk you home.”

“No, no it’s no biggie,” Drea smiled in understanding, placing her hand on Milagro’s shoulder. “I can walk home myself, we live right across each other anyways, remember?”

“My mama raised me better than that.”

Milagro’s smile turned into an apologetic one, her fist meeting with Jaime’s door again.

“Jaime Reyes, I swear!” She hissed. “¡Si no sales ahora, te patearé el trasero hasta llegar a Gotham!”

With that, the door snapped open, Jaime’s hair a mess with a sheen of sweat covering his tan skin. Milagro’s eyes widened slightly in realisation, a sigh escaping her lips.

“You stink, you better shower after dinner,” She muttered. “Come on, Drea, let’s go.”

“Go where?” Jaime frowned, leaning his weight on his doorway as he watched his sister and his neighbour walking out of the hallway.

“We’re going to the moon.”

“Very funny, Mili,” Jaime rolled his eyes. “Where are you going?”

“Where do you think, hermano? She’s heading home,” Milagro placed her hand on her hip in annoyance, Drea standing by her friend’s side as she placed a hand behind her neck.

“Yeah, but it was nice to catch up, Jaime,” She shrugged lightly. “Can’t wait to work together for job hunting.”

Jaime’s eyes widened, feeling his stomach jump into his throat, watching the only answer to all his questions almost walk right out of his front door.

He needed answers, and he needed them now.

“Wait!” Jaime called out and Drea turned around so quickly that he almost thought that she had planned for him to stop her.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner?”

Milargro frowned, a mixture of confusion and disbelief appearing on her face, as her brother, the man who never dared to be near her best friend, suddenly invited her over to stay for dinner.

“Hermano,” Milagro hissed in whispers. “Ella tiene planes, ¿qué estás haciendo?”

“You know, just to catch up and… stuff,” The male blurted his last word out, spitting out whatever came to his mind.

“I mean, my Amma is probably waiting for me,” Drea glanced behind her, Jaime’s mind running wild once more.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t you like to get to know Mili better? I mean, are you really best friends if you don’t know her favourite drink by heart?”

Jaime watched the woman closely, a smile almost growing on his lips the moment he saw her eyes widen in disbelief that he remembered such a small detail. 

Gotcha.

“Lemme call my mom real quick,” She nodded, her smile turning flat.

Jaime nodded, returning her smile with an eager one, his sister staring at him with widened eyes, jaw slack in disbelief.

“Jaime, I have no idea what you’re on about, but you better tell me by the end of dinner,” She hissed, jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Don’t worry,” He chuckled, lightly tapping the top of his sister’s head. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen.”

“So how’s your mother doing, Drea?” Bianca chimed, her son eyeing the girl’s reaction.

To say dinner was normal would’ve been an overstatement. Conversation popped up here and there, but most of the time it would’ve been awkward silence with the newcomer sitting at the table. Yes, the new neighbours did have meals with them now and then, but most of the conversations would’ve consisted of the two mothers in the family bonding over their parenting experiences.

Jaime cleared his throat, and Drea, who sat beside him, perked up instantly, a smile flashing on her features. 

There it was again, that smile. There was something about it that irked him, and Jaime couldn’t tell if it was because it appeared whenever she was called up, or if it was the fact that it wasn’t a genuine smile.

“Oh, she’s just fine,” She hummed. “Still a little exhausted. She spent a lot of time doing work before the move, so it’s all just built-up fatigue.”

“Yeah, driving can be tough when you’re new to a city,” Rudy, or César as he preferred to be called by the neighbour. “Happens to the best of us.”

“Ah, well, if she needs any help, we’re always here to help,” Bianca assured, her smile reaching her eyes. “And Rudy would gladly show her around, won’t you?”

“...I guess I could.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Mrs Reyes, and Señor César,” Came the response, and Jaime picked up that it was an almost automatic response.

“Oh, please, call me Tía Bianca! You’re practically family with how often you’ve come here!”

And for a split second, Jaime saw something other than the put-on happiness flash in Drea’s chestnut eyes. For a brief moment, he saw her eyes soften, turning into one of genuine happiness, of gratitude.

“Alright, Tía,” Drea’s mouth flickered into a soft smile. “Thanks again, for having me over, and for dinner.”

“No worries! Thank Jaime for the brilliant idea!”

In an instant, Jaime glanced over at the woman beside him, his deep brown eyes meeting hers. A smile grew on his features, and he winked up at her, amusement growing within him as he saw her cheeks flush for a moment, eyes widened in surprise.

A chuckle then escaped her, the Mexican boy turning away from his sister’s disgusted expression.

“Well, I’m just glad that I’m welcome,” She hummed. 

Jaime nodded as he glanced back at her, his eyes catching on a little stroke of red, just resting on her cheekbone.

“You got a little something,” He pointed out, his index aimed at the spot on his cheek.

Panic flooded through her for a second, her eyes gave it all away. Instantly, her palm was raised to the spot on her cheek, a fake smile gracing her lips once more.

“Yeah, my Mama called me over earlier, she asked me to help Amma paint the walls,” She exclaimed breathily. “Red’s their favourite colour.”

“Really, now?” Jaime furrowed his brows, yet his smile remained. “Strange how paint would fall on your face unless you deliberately put it there.”

“Well, it happens sometimes, hermano,” Milagro muttered. “It’s called having excess paint, and then it drips onto your face when you paint vertically.”

“Then wouldn’t you have noticed it and wiped it off?”

The male frowned over, his gaze locked onto hers. Fear filled her eyes as she broke their eye contact, her glance soon falling onto his mother’s. 

“Good point, uh… excuse me, I have to clean that up,” She muttered, standing up so quickly, that her chair almost fell backwards.

The Reyes family watched as the girl darted down the hallway, Milagro’s expression morphing back into one of horror and shock at her brother’s behaviour. Bianca frowned, confused about what had just happened as she watched Jaime get up from his seat, walking right after the girl.

“Scuse me,” He muttered.

“¿A dónde van todas?” Nana frowned, watching as two of the dinner’s participants dashed off, Rudy placing his hand on his mother’s shoulder, Jaime ignoring Milagro’s protest of annoyance.

“What the heck, Jaime?!” 

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[naiemaa-xty]

hindutva chuds trying to appropriate the eelam struggle without a shred of self awareness. sinbud nationalists justify the systemic oppression of tamils as “decolonization”. to this day they forcefully take over tamil lands in north and east and erect buddhist structures on it. “go to india/tamil nadu” is a common response to tamils voicing their grievances. tamils are seen as invaders/hostile non-natives who are a threat to the majority sinhalese. sound familiar?

[ambidextrousarcher]

“அப்படியானால் நீ பாடுகிறாயா?" இவ்விதம் இரைந்து கேட்டுவிட்டுச் சேந்தன் அமுதன் உடனே மெல்லிய குரலில், "பூங்குழலி! உன்னைத் தொடர்ந்து இன்னொருவன் வந்து கொண்டிருந்தான். உனக்கு எச்சரிக்கை செய்வதற்காகவே சத்தம் போட்டுப் பாடினேன். அவனுக்கும் உன் அண்ணன் மனைவிக்கும் இன்று சாயங்காலம் ஏதோ இரகசிய சம்பாஷணை நடந்தது. அவன் யார் என்று உனக்குத் தெரியுமா?" என்றான்.”

Excerpt From

Ponniyin Selvan Anaithu Pagangal (Tamil Edition)

Kalki

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Context: Sendhan Amudhan follows Poonkuzhali. They have quite a loud argument over singing.

“If so, would you sing?” Asking such in an irate tone, Sendhan Amudhan, immediately after, in a low voice, “Poonkuzhali! Another man was following you. Just to warn you, I sang loudly. Some secret discussion took place between him and your brother’s wife. Do you know who he is?” he asked.

I enjoy Poonkuzhali bonding with Sendhan as well! Sendhan is such a sweet, earnest character.

Back with snippets of the day! Night duty left me exhausted, I was consumed with thoughts of sleep anytime I was free, LOL. Hopefully I am done with it for the near future.

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[rang-lo]

"I have brought another message from Pazhayarai, Ilavarase!" Vandhiyathevan quips, pulling out another olai secured at his waist. Arunmozhi’s eyebrows raise in curiosity. “From the princess of Kodumbalur,” Vandhiyathevan continues with a smirk, ardently trying to read the prince’s expression.

The small smile that plays on Arunmozhi’s lips as he takes the letter from Vandhiyathevan does not go unnoticed. There is a hint of surprise and curiosity in it. "She sent a letter?" he asks, his voice gentler and quieter than before, when he was discussing his father's health and the danger looming over the Chola kingdom. 

"Yes, Ilavarase. She requested for me to present this to Ponniyin Selvar in private." Arunmozhi glances up at his brother's friend once before opening up the olai suvadi to read its contents. 

He can't stop the way his heart fills up with an inexplicable feeling of lightness and comfort when he sees the gentle curves of her handwriting. The Tamil words seem to have rolled off her fingertips like honey from a flower, he thinks, and begins to read her words.

“Thodudaiya seviyan vidaiyeriyor thooven madhisoodi Kaadudaiya sudalaip podi poosi en ullam kavar kalvan”

(”He - the majestic Lord Shiva adorned with earrings and seated on a bull with a crescent moon atop his locks - Has thieved my heart by smearing holy ash across his body.”)

The Thevaram verses come flowing back into his memory like waves of the Ponni nadhi - verses he'd learnt as a child from his grandma Sembian Madevi in Pazhaiyarai and Thanjavur. Ah, how long it's been since he'd heard those exquisite Tamil verses! It reminds him of home, of his childhood, of his siblings, of the beautiful river Ponni, and of a woman whose moonlike face he could never forget even in his months away from Chola Nadu.

His eyes go over her gentle script again, unable to help the way his heart skips a beat when he realizes the message she has stored within this devotional prayer - a gentle reminder for him to return home soon, for he holds with him her heart and her thoughts.

Arunmozhi smiles and nods at Vandhiyathevan, who is observant enough to pick up on the prince's softened eyes that he’s had his thoughts occupied with not just the welfare of the kingdom and the conspiracies surrounding it, but also a certain princess of Kodumbalur.

"If you have a reply you would like me to send back to her, I am always here to be your messenger, Ilavarase,” Vandhiyathevan adds, a teasing lilt to his voice. Arunmozhi simply smiles, busying himself with tucking the olai into his waistband before his newfound friend can say anything more.

Later that night, when he removes his angavastram and remembers the olai he kept with him, he takes it out and reads it again, fingers going over the words. Sleep evades him as he gazes at the full moon and sees her reflection in it. 

Just some things I had written when PS-1 had come out. Only putting it up now that I’ve found some fellow appreciators of these characters/scenes like @thatacademic and @vibishalakshman! 

[penpaperandbooks]

They Bring Me Flowers - Pt. 2

Glossary: arasan - the Tamil equivalent of 'Your Highness' illavarasan - the Tamil equivalent of Crown Prince devi - a term used to address any woman respectfully

"But, Father, you haven't seen her! She would be per--" he broke off as the arasan raised a hand to stop him.

"I haven't seen her and I shall not see her. She is a mere flower girl and you, the illavarasan. Either take her as your mistress or you can forget all about her."

The illavarasan kept quiet and gave orders to his servants to bring the girl to the palace. They fulfilled his orders and brought a frightened flower girl to the palace.

The illavarasan's friend rushed over when he heard the news, distraught at what had taken place. His father had agreed to their marriage, but now this? He couldn't bear to see his beloved in the house of another, sleeping with another.

The illavarasan welcomed him with open arms, delighted at his arrival. "My dear friend!" he exclaimed, hugging him fondly. The boy stood rigid, frozen from rage. "All this is thanks to you! Your act of kindness towards the poor flower girl led me to find such treasure," he said, motioning for him to take a seat.

The boy kept standing, shocked that it was him who had caused all this. He opened his mouth to tell everything, to accuse the illavarasan of stealing his beloved but when he saw his delighted face, he kept quiet, forcing himself to smile.

"I am..." he gulped, tears pooling in his eyes. "I am happy for you, friend. Cherish her," he said, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

The musician ended the story here, the climax fading into a sad, mournful ending of two lovers, separated for life, never to be happy with their lives.

I open my eyes as the song ends, turning towards her. She bowed, waiting for me to motion for her to sing another song.

"It was beautiful," I say, controlling my voice from trembling. "You have a gift, and as a token of my appreciation, take this." I motion for a maid to come forward and take the necklace I unclasped from my neck.

"Much obliged, devi." she says, folding her hands and bowing.

I sigh, getting up from the low sofa. "You may go now," I say, and walk to my quarters. The palace gifted to me is spacious, white marble reflecting sunlight in the winter and lattice windows shading the inhabitants from the harsh sun in the summer.

Rooms line the hallways, each one having a different purpose. I reach my quarters and shoo the maids away, insisting that I want to be alone for some time. They disperse reluctantly, but I know they are glad to leave me, allowing them to look after themselves and help their friends while gossiping about the happenings in the main palace.

I flop onto the bed, finally allowing myself to shed the tears pooling in my eyes. But my sadness soon turned to anger as I mentally cursed the musician. "Why did that idiot have to bring up that story now?!" I cried, sitting up.

"Why did who have to bring up what?" a voice asked. I looked up in surprise, a smile erupting on my face as I saw the person who asked the question. Her hands held a vase full of lilies this time, ready to change out the parijat jasmine she had brought me earlier.

She looked at me questioningly, a smile mirroring mine on her face. "Hm?" she asked, walking towards me. I sit rooted in place while she takes a seat next to me.

The only thing I remember next is my lips on hers, both of us falling onto the bed, entwined in each other's arms.

Hours later, as we sit on the balcony overlooking the main palace, moonlight shining down on us, I relay the story to her. She smiles sadly, wiping the tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"Come, come," she consoles me, patting my back warmly. "Thank goodness my idiot brother took you only as a mistress, hm? Can you imagine if you were his wife? I would never be able to come to your quarters so freely then!" she says, desperately looking for a silver lining.

I smile, placing a small peck on her lips. "Mhm," I hum, leaning against her as we look up at the sky. "I just wish they'd got your gender right. And given us a different ending."

The travelling bards' voices travel for miles, singing the song of two lovers, separated forever. But in a small room in a palace, the two lay close by, looking up at the star-studded sky, wrapped in each other's embrace.