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[winterfieldfrontiers]

Queens of 10 seconds airtime in sequel

They used to be main characters.

[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

[urlocalfeiner]

Hey could you do a neteyam x omaticaya! reader enemies to lovers type of beat? :)

i hate you, not | neteyam sully

!requests are open!

pairing: neteyam sully x omaticaya!fem! reader

warnings: swearing, enemies to lovers?, jealous neteyam

neteyam sully masterlist!

neteyam sully hated you, he truly did. he couldn't bare you one bit, he hated the fact you made his heart beat so fast that he seemed to be developing cardiac arrhythmia, he hated how his hands sweated whenever you smiled- showing off your bright fangs, and he definitely hated how his body was taken by an uneasy restlessness every time you were next to him

neteyam hated that. he was deeply irritated when, whenever you would touch him or simply brush past him, he had the feeling that his legs were going to fail and collapse in on themselves. he knew he obsessed with control and losing the control of his own body and own emotions was a deep and cutting blow- he was always the one to be calm and collected, but when you were around him, neteyam found himself being washed of any of that.

neteyam would've sworn to the seven seas on pandora and anyone who were to ask him, that he did not like you one single bit. he claimed he did not like the you, but maybe the truth was that he didn't like himself around you. maybe, just maybe, he didn't like that just from one single look from you could tear down all his walls in an instant.

this resulted into neteyam ignoring your very existence, and when the two of you did cross paths- which was almost every day, much to his dismay- he would reply shortly, trying to pay no mind to you at all.

but it never worked, he couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away from you sometimes- why did you have to be so unbelievably breathtakingly gorgeous? neteyam had never seen such beauty that matched yours, and it scared him. because who was neteyam sully, the mighty warrior and future clan leader who did not fear to speak in front of any na'vi who might dare challenged him. who was he, he did not hesitate to fight for the things he loves, he was not scared nor worried about what people thought of him. so why was it that he was scared to speak to you, why was he worried what you thought of him?- why was it that everything came easy to neteyam sully, except you.

"tuk, tuk," you hushed tuk holding her in your arms, brushing away her hair from her face as you cooed her to sleep- which is what she did in a matter of mere seconds.

neteyam stared at you and tuk from the other side of the hut, observing the interaction. he hated it- he hated that his mind started to drift to how good you were with children, how you would be with you own. he wanted to slap himself- he did not want you to have his children. no way. but… you would be a excellent mother with no doubt- no neteyam stopped himself again. “i can put her to sleep, it is fine.” he stood up, moving to where you were with tuk in your arms.

“it’s okay, she’s already asleep.” you were obvious to the angry expression on his face, but as you looked up from tuk and saw how he was looking down at you, your eyebrows furrowed. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing.” he blunted stated, reaching down for tuk in your hands- he picked her up gently, removing her from your hold- which you couldn’t protest about as it was his sister. “you can head back home now.”

you were no doubt confused, why was he so irritated about you putting tuk to sleep? “okay, see you tomorrow.” with that you made your way out of the sullys hut, glancing back to see neteyam already looking at you. the two of your eyes met for a split second before he ripped his gaze from you fast, turning back around to tuk. cursing himself for getting caught staring at you.

but when the day came where his father ordered him to help train you, neteyam had never wanted more than to speak back to his father- but he didn’t. he obliged to teach you. he looked at training you like a chore, one that he had to do without choice- just sucking it up until it is done.

“your back isn’t straight.” neteyam pointed out as you held your bow and arrow in hand trying to straighten your back- you had been like this for 10 minutes straight and your back was begging for a rest.

you had no idea as to why the future oke’leytan didn’t take a liking to you, as long as you had remembered he didn’t particularly like you- even though you were sure you had never done anything against him. you were hoping that maybe you and him would become friends with him teaching you, but it only made you not like him. he was rude and nothing you ever did seemed to be good enough for him, but what pissed you off the most was the fact he was not like that with anyone else- you had observed the way he talked to other na’vi in the clan, he spoke to them with respect and kindness. so why did he not speak to you with the same?

“my back is tired.” your arm was slightly beginning to shake from being in the tiring position for so long. you got no response from neteyam. “can we take a break? please.” you lowered the bow, feeling relieved from the exit of the position putting your back at rest.

but your relief was quickly whipped back away as neteyam spoke. “no.” you groaned frustratingly going back to your previous position with your bow and arrow, “your form is sloppy.”

that was it, you have had enough of training for today- you withdrawled your bow and arrow and began to walk away. "where are you going? you are not done." he grabbed your wrist to stop you from going further- he felt his heart start to pick up its paste from the feeling of you skin on his.

“neteyam, we have been doing this for 3 hours now.” you breathed out, swaying the hand that wasn’t in his hold around in dramatic gestures.

“that is because you,” he emphasised you, “have not been listening.” he narrowed his eyes at you, why couldn’t you just listen to him? he did not want to do it as much as you did.

“i have!” you took a deep breath in, trying to settle your temper down- you didn’t want to yell at the future oke’lotyan. “look, i’m sorry but every muscle in my body is aching right now.” your eyes pleaded with his.

neteyam felt bad, his heart clenched a little in his chest at how tired your voice sounded. “okay,” he breathed out. “we will take a quick break.” your eyes lit up, a grin forming onto your face before he spoke up again. “but, it is only a short one, got it?

“yes, got it.” you nodded, grinning- you couldn’t really believe neteyam sully was letting you take a break, you would’ve never thought. oh, he loved your smile.

you dashed quickly across the large tree branch, leaving neteyam standing there by himself- he stood there for a quick second until he was bolting off right behind you. “hey!- where are you going?!” he shouted out for you as he continued running after you, jumping from tree to tree. until you finally stopped on a branch filled with moss. “i thought you said your muscles hurt?” he glared at you.

your eyes shot widely, snapping your neck to him as you crouched. “uh- they still do?” it wasn’t technically a lie, your body did hurt before. now it just didn’t.

neteyam had finally had enough of you, in that moment his jaw clenched. why did you have to be so beautiful that it distracted him? why did you have to have the most amazing smile? why did you have to be the one he had to train.

you saw the gears twisting in his head, you braced yourself for him to start yelling- and you were right, you started yelling alright.

“eywa!” he cursed, rubbing his temples. “you are so frustrating!” he looked up at you, meeting your eyes. “do you think i want to be here right now?”

he paused, waiting for you to answer- “no-“ before you could he cut you off.

“i could be doing so many things right now!- but no, i am stuck here, trying to train a baby.” it was like he was talking out loud to himself. you furrowed your eyebrows at the name he called you.

“baby?”

“yes!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. “you are a baby.” he pointed right at you, you were offended to say the least.

“right, i am the baby.” you rolled your eyes, which made neteyam even more mad. “i am so the baby here!” you got up, advancing towards him angrily. “you are the only baby here neteyam- you always complain and complain and complain! you’re life is oh, so hard, neteyam. how could you even bare?” you mocked his voice, his jaw clenched tighter at every word you said. “having to train the baby!- i mean you’re totally right! the future oke’loyten should not have to train a baby!” sarcasm dripped from your mouth.

“do not talk to me like that.” he stepped forward to you, looking down at you as he was taller than you- any other na’vi would most definitely run away from neteyam at that moment, even you could admit he was scary when he was mad.

but you didn’t falter, you stood your ground. “what are you going to do about it? you can’t hurt a baby, can you now?” you said whilst glaring daggers at him.

both of you were too prideful to back down at that moment- and both far too angry. if looks could kill, both you and neteyam would be 6 feet under by now- with the way the two of you were glaring at one another.

“huh?” you spoke up again, after there was no reply from the young warrior.

neteyams jaw clenched, his tail swaying angrily behind him- eywa, you got under his skin. “that is no way to speak to your future oke'leytan.”

you knew he was telling the truth, it was in fact not a way to do so. you sucked in a sharp breath and stepped back- backing down. “some future oke’leytan you are.” you mumbled, but neteyam heard it.

he grabbed your wrist in one swift motion, pulling you to meet him again. but as he did so, he regretted it. you were waiting for him to say something but he didn't- because neteyam didn’t know why he had stopped you, he wanted you to go, he really did- then you wouldn’t bother him anymore, so why did he want you to stay with him so bad?

he looked down, his skin burning at the sensation of your touch- neteyam quickly let go off your hand, regaining himself. “go back to the village.”

your ears slowly bent downwards, your gaze locked onto the ground as you turned around and began your way back to the village.

neteyam watched you leave, his eyes not leaving your figure once- as you disappeared from his line of vision he sucked in a sharp breath and hit the closest thing to him, a tree in anger. “stupid.” he muttered, running his hands over his face. he felt stupid, completely stupid. you were just a woman, nothing else and nothing less- but oh, you were so much more than just a simple woman to neteyam.

his parents had always shown so much love to one another whilst he was growing up, he thought that when he found love it would come easy to him like his parents. but, alas it didn’t- it was confusing for him, he didn’t get it one bit.

the way your face twisted with hurt when he called you a baby replayed in his mind, over and over again. how sad you looked when he told you to go. neteyam sully had never felt like more of a skxqwng.

eclipse had fallen over pandora and the people were celebrating the 100th day of the year, it had always been tradition to hold a special celebration at eclipse for it. you were usually excited for these, but not this one. you didn’t want to go because you knew he would be there. neteyam. you didn’t want to see him, how could he be so rude to you? why was it that he was so nice to every na’vi except you- and you were confused why you cared so much of what he thought of you.

you were deep in thought as you sat on a log just outside the skirts of the large campfire that many of the na'vi were dancing around, chanting. until you thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "hello,"

your head snapped up to the male voice, to see who it was. your eyes adjusted around the dimly lit place, narrowing carefully at the tall figure standing in front of you.

it was ateyo, a young warrior in the clan- which you hadn't spoke to much before, only merely seen him pass you or when he was talking to neteyam. "uh- hello." you replied, cringing at how awkward you sounded, because in all honesty you didn't really feel like talking to anyone at that moment.

"do you mind if i join you?" ateyo asked, which took you a bit by surprise- you didn't reply at first which made him grow anxious. "if you want to be alone that is fine." he began to turn around.

you shook your head quickly, "no, no- don't worry," you breathed out making him turn back around to you. "yes, you can join me." he grinned, sitting down on the empty space next to you.

"so, how have you been?" ateyo asked. you were a little confused at why the na'vi had suddenly decided to speak to you, but you didn't really mind.

"yeah, i've been good." you gave him a tight smile, which he returned. "i heard you have nearly completed your iknimaya."

his ears perked up slightly at your statement, he almost seemed happy you had heard of him. "yes, i am close to finishing." he said it proudly, puffing out his chest a bit.

unbeknownst to you a pair of eyes was watching you and ateyo carefully.

neteyam had arrived a bit late to the celebration- which was unlike him but no one questioned it. guilt was eating away at him, the way he treated you was not acceptable and he knew it.

he was in search for you, making his way around the clan that was sitting around and dancing around the large fire- his eyes searching for you in the crowd of na'vi. neteyam had finally spotted you, sitting alone a ways bit away from everyone- you looked sad. a pit formed in his stomach at the sight of you looking hurt. he began to make his way to you.

"neteyam, there you are!" he stopped in his tracks, turning to look at the na'vi who had stopped him- a girl, yo'ila. she had been trying to gain his attention for months now, he wasn't sure if her parents had set her up to it or it was merely herself- but he did not really care, he did not spare once interest for the girl- he didn't spare any interest in any other woman in the clan, besides the one he swore he did not like. "do you want to join me and my friends? we are sharing stories over there." yo'ila pointed to a group of young na'vi who were all engaged in conversation.

neteyam politely shook his head, "sorry, but-" but before he could finish she grabbed him by the wrist and was pulling him towards her friends. as he was getting dragged away he looked to where you were sitting by yourself- but now, you were not. but accompinied by another na'vi, one that neteyam knew and considered one of his friends- he hated it.

he sat down next to the girl who had dragged him away, he did not speak much as the group of teenage na'vi engaged in conversations- he did not want to speak to them, he wanted to talk to you. "would you like some mis'ko?" yo'ila motioned to the cup of liquid in her hand, neteyam nodded gently, taking it out of her hands and sipped on it.

his head turned to your direction again, you were laughing at something ateyo had said. neteyam felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach at the sight of you laughing with another- he knew he couldn't be jealous as you were not his and surely would never be with the way he acted towards you. if looks could kill ateyo would be six feet under by now, neteyam was glaring hard at him- unknowingly gripping the small wooden cup in his hands tightly, his claws digging harshly into it.

you looked beautiful, the small glow of the fire illuminating your face and its perfect features, the way your nose crinkled up as you laughed- it all made neteyams head foggy, as if you had put him under a trance that had no escape- and he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to break free of it.

but as he looked to ateyo his mood changed, the fluttering feeling in his stomach caused by you turned into a pit in his stomach that made him feel sick- he had never experienced the feeling of jealousy before, his mother always told him one should never be jealous of another- but as he saw you and ateyo talking and laughing, neteyam experienced jealousy, and eywa, did he hate it.

he know understood his father when he told him that his mother was promised to another when they met, how he felt as if he could never have her- he now understood exactly what his father must have been feeling.

"are you okay, neteyam?" yo'ila spoke, ripping neteyam out of his thoughts- breaking his gaze away from you and ateyo, his eyebrows furrowed to what the girl meant by the question- but as he gazed down to his hands that were about to break that small cup in he was holding he realised he had been slowly crushing it between his palms.

without an answer he looked back to you and saw ateyo getting up, presumingly to get some food for the two of you. neteyam turned to the girl. "excuse me." he quickly got up, it was his chance now that the na'vi had left you- without another word to anyone he made his way over to you.

as you looked up to see neteyam walking right towards you, your mood suddenly shifted to what it was before- being reminded of what you were sad about in the first place. you now wished you hadn't even attended the celebration in the first place.

neteyam finally reached you, you refused to make eye contact with him- looking to the ground. "may i speak with you?"

you glanced to where ateyo was, seeing he was lost in conversation with an elder- you knew he was not coming back anytime soon. you sucked in a sharp breath, finally meeting neteyams pleading gaze- which was surprising for you as you had never seen the boy look at you so softly. "fine."

neteyam nodded, sitting down where ateyo had sat before- and that is when the all too familiar feeling that he hated oh so much came back. his palms began to form a sweat, his heart beated fast- he was sure you could hear it. he coughed quickly, "uh-"

you beat him to talking, "if you are here to scold me then you can leave." you looked at him, and yet again, neteyam felt at a loss for words under your intense gaze- you huffed annoyedly, rolling your eyes you sat up from your sitting position, ready to leave.

before you could a tight hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you in motion with its strong hold. "no, stay." you slowly turned back around, your tail swishing slightly underneath you- and met neteyams eyes again, his tone was soft and angelic- a tone you had yearned to here be directed at you for as long as you could remember.

your mind told you to leave, but your heart- oh, damn that thing. your heart was controlling your body at that moment, and you obliged it- sitting back down next to him. his hold on your wrist never leaving.

"i came to say.." neteyam breathed his words out, taking a deep breath. "i am sorry." your ears perked up, eyes widening- unsure if those words had just left his mouth. had he just apologised- to you?

your heart fluttered as he looked into your eyes, his features soft matching his gaze- your skin touching his which lit a small fire that was sure to burn you at any given moment. "did your father tell you to apologise?" your eyebrows furrowed, you knew he always listened to his father.

neteyams head shook, "no, he did not." the look you were giving him made him realise you didn't believe him. "y/n." your name left his lips and you swore you melted right then and there, you were putty in his hands. "i am sorry for being a skxqwng to you."

you hard expression softened, your gaze ripped away from his. "okay," you breathed out, "i accept your apology."

neteyams eyes widened, a grin forming slowly on his face- he didn't think you would forgive him, but oh, it felt so good.

"i am back- oh, hi neteyam.." ateyo stood there in front of the two of you, two cups in his hand- he glanced down to where neteyams hand was wrapped around your wrist.

neteyams jaw clenched at the na'vi, "hi." his reply was short and laced with venom throughout it. ateyo sensed the tension in the air- any na’vi could from about 5 feet away.

ateyo cleared his throat, “i got you your drink, y/n.” he lifted up the cup he held in his left hand that held liquid in- you smiled gently at him as he handed it to you. “thank you.” you thanked him taking a small sip.

ateyo stood there, admiring you. seemingly forgetting there was a certain na’vi who was death staring him right next to him, neteyam. “ateyo,” neteyam spoke up, ripping the boy from his trance. “i heard nitia’l wished to speak with you.” yes, it was a lie. but neteyam didn’t care, he just wanted for ateyo to be gone.

ateyo nodded, “i will speak to you later y/n.” and began to leave.

you turned to neteyam, who was watching as ateyo left carefully. “that is not very nice.” neteyams head snapped to look at you, confused. “lying.”

“i did not lie.”

you raised an eyebrow, you were not dumb. you had just been talking to nitia’l earlier that evening- she most certainly did not want to talk to ateyo. “you’re not very convincing.”

“i was to him.” he replied. rolling your eyes at him. he kept staring off at ateyos figure leaving behind you. “why was he talking to you?” his eyes focused back on you with a emotionless expression.

“i don’t know.” you shrugged, taking a sip of the liquid the na’vi boy had given to you. “probably had no one else to speak to.”

“or he likes you.” you were a bit taken back by that comment. “no- he does not like me.”

neteyam knew what male na’vi were like, after all- he was one of them. “hm..” he paused. “if he talks to you again, tell me.” and with that neteyam turned his back to you and began walking away leaving you dumbfounded. was he being protective over you? was neteyam sully jealous?

neteyam sully was indeed jealous.

[anchor-biter-jay]

Avatar cattos but make it TLK

[jupiter-and-teardrops]

Part two of ao3 fanfic lines that go extremely (emotionally devastatingly) hard !

Part one (although quite a mess) was pretty popular and I have tons of these in my gallery so please enjoy -

no. 1 - the best mcu spiderman fic I have ever read (seriously it's amazing) called The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

no. 2 - a merthur classical music au called Pianos are made for Falling by Fishwrites

no. 3 - another beautifully written merthur fic called the time is drawing near now (yours to claim it all) by ariadne_odair

no. 4 - a short and sweet Hornblower fic called I Will Not Sleep by speakmefair

no. 5 - another Hornblower fic (they're all so poetically written ??) called No Quarter Given by Paraxdisepink

no. 6 - a s3 au of the walking dead (part 3 of a series) called If You Love Something by CrossBowDontMiss

no. 7 - a beautiful klance fic called never saw you coming by dimpleforyourthoughts (one of my faves!)

no. 8 - a nightwing centered batfam fic called your continental divides by isawet and reisling (made me tear up ngl)

no. 9 & 10 - once again the amazing ongoing atla rewrite/au following zuko - The Art Of Burning by hella1975

please tag the authors tumblrs if they have one!!

(and of course I'm not forgetting that one stucky line - we deserve a soft epilogue, my love - that line is forever in my head even though I've never read the fic 😭)

[ot3showdown]

[aprill-99]

“Look, I’d offer you moral support, but my morals are barley even supporting me at this point sooooo…… is there anybody I could like, help you plot against instead? Or hey! I’m plotting against some people now, you could help! You might find having a goal really stabilizing!”

[colduaire]

grumpy x sunshine pairings are superior.

also, i don't know how many more parallels i can take, like your honor, have zutara kiss already.

[soraphic]

↻ twt links!

a collection of twt links i relate to various men.

checking ur socials w/ plug!connie

bakugo who gets impatient when u ride him

convincing plug!connie to get u them new shoes u seen u wanted

plug!connie being gentle with u

plug!connie being a recorder + watching himself in the cam x

plug!connie recording you throwin yo shit back on him

plug!connie is fosho an ass man

type shit plug!connie sends to the guys on ur snap

🥺🥺putting it back in when it slips out w/plug!connie

plug!connie's fav position obv!!!!!!!!

plug!connie & bimbo!reader

dry humping peter while may's home

peter (has his own oral fixation) who loves playing w ur pretty mouth

[winterfieldfrontiers]

Deleted scenes from both Avatar gave my thought.

THEY ARE MOM AND SON, YOUR HONOR.

[artofyangaros]

Here's a Spider-Verse style challenge I finished recently! I drew a few characters in the styles of different animated series. I don't think I nailed everything but it was fun to draw everyone, one at a time.

[c1nnam00n]

how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

[moviesycho]

endless list of favorite characters: JENNIFER JOLIE | portrayed by Parker Posey from SCREAM 3 (2000)

[poisonousrain444]

a little jake-centric oopsie

part one part two part three part four part five

[sideblog-ver3]

18+ minors do not interact

i got in a mood. thought about boobs, thought about vampires. mixed them both and this is want came about. didn’t describe the boy so it could be anyone you want to think of.

spider webs (my other fic)

the morning was quiet and dark. shades pulled tight to keep any intruding light from entering the small bedroom. two bodies lay soundly and naked in the tangled lilac sheets, a girl with unkempt hair from the previous night as one hand rested in thick chestnut hair and the other pressed between shoulder blades. along a boy resting his head on her chest with arms holding her close by the waist.

the slow up and down of her deep breathing kept the boy in that deep rem sleep until the smallest hint of metal and copper lingered in his nostrils did he wake with slow blinks. his stretched his body like a cat, back slightly arching and legs extending fully before bending back to place. he tilted his head up to see his girl still dreaming peacefully, lips parted slightly with her eyes dancing behind closed lids.

he didn’t want to disturb her slumber but the heavy smell of blood was making him grow antsy and needy. he pulled his left arm from under her back and pushed his palm into her lonely right breast. he needed the muscle like needing at dough, pushing and pulling with a tenderness held only for her.

she squirmed gently under his touch, a pinch growing at her brows and a quiet hitch to her breath, she stayed asleep though. the boy licked his chapped lips while eyeing her other breast, so lonely so pretty he thought to himself as his hearing picked up the noise of her heart beating and blood pumping through her living veins.

his tongue licked over his top teeth and nicked himself on his extracted canines.

it’s okay i can wait stopping himself from diving for that taste of blood. but gentle stirring from below distracted his thoughts as your hands started to move in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp.

“it’s okay baby. take a drink.” sleep scratched voice giving him that verbal consent to sink his fangs into your breast.

“you sure?” brown eyes turned black from his blown pupils. you hummed and moved just a bit to get a slight jiggle for his attention. “all yours baby.”

without a second to waste his pale pink lips latched around your hardened nipple, tongue licking over the bud before he allowed his sharp fangs to sink into your delicate skin.

you keened at the sting of pain before it morphed into pleasure, chest arching upward with your head pushed into your pillow. the hand already placed in his hair presses him down harder, not really, just a firmer pressure to try and signal for more attention.

“oh oh… rig-right there! yes yes keep going.” his hand on your other breast squeezed into a hard grasp, his blunt nails curled in tight.

he popped off with a gasp, eyes closed shut as he took deep breaths. his teeth and lips stained crimson, fangs slowly retracting back into his gums.

“you taste so sweet darling.” licking his tongue over the two open wounds. you cooed at the sensitive touch, delirious smile over taking your face. you made grabby hands at your boy’s face, palms cupping lively cheeks to pull him closer.

your own tongue reached out to lick the tiny drops of blood on the corners of his lips, tip curled in a swirl before going back to your mouth. a throaty groan at the metallic taste, a twisting feeling in your lower belly growing.

“i fucking love you.” fingers caressing his jawline before wrapping around his throat.

“and i love you too darling.” he leaned forward to capture your lips. uniting the both of you in blood and heart.

[hawkogurl]