#sky full of queue

[atlanticghostcrab]

super blue moon rising

[spacecdt]

A nearly full Moon is seen as it rises from The Observatory at America’s Square in Washington.

(©)

[purposeclaimed]

&. @sasouken // vesper.

"hmmm...." alya leans against one of the guard rails that overlooked the training area, her head cradled against the palms of her hands, watching the people down below. two, in particular. kai's sword & dan heng's spear clashed again & again, just as they had done over the years, both of them only growing in their prowess & their abilities. they had grown together, just as alya had, but there was something more that was pulling at the corner of her gut & she could only watch as she tried to figure out what it was.

her ears twitch as she hears familiar footsteps coming closer, tearing her attention away. "va," she greets, pushing away from the railing & giving her father a hug, "i think kai has his eyes set on someone."

[in-boiler-room-ten]

<< Indie MTMTE Ten >>

[noxtivagus]

ain soph aur making me feel things i shld be asleep rn 😭😭

[wiildroses]

tag drop 3/??

🌹 ( 𝐎𝐎𝐂 ) : this is your local smol speaking

🌹 ( 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ) : please specify muses !

🌹 ( 𝐈𝐂 ) : a serpent on a bed of leaves in the month of may; what do you want me to say?

🌹 ( 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ) : before i closed my eyes i saw a moth in the sky and i wish i could fly that high

🌹 ( 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 ) : oh roses; they don't mean a thing but why don't we full on pretend?

🌹 ( 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ) : wild roses on a bed of leaves in the month of may ; i think i wrote my own pain

🌹 ( 𝐏𝐑. ) : you keep me still when all i feel is an endless direction

🌹 ( 𝐒𝐏. ) : dim the lights; we're wild eyed and you got me now

🌹 ( 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 ) : down by the creek; i couldn't sleep so i followed a feeling

🌹 ( 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 ) : before i closed my eyes i saw a moth in the sky and i wish i could fly that high

🌹 ( 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 ) : leave a message after the queue

🌹 ( 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ) : i've seen the way the seasons change when i just give it time; but i feel out of my mind all the time

[ramshacklestar]

Of the many things you may catch Yuu doing one of the most frequent occurrences you'll see is her carrying Grim around.

Yuuna will cradle him belly down and occasionally bring him up towards her face for her to rub her cheek against his fluffy face, much to his displeasure.

[virtual-boy]

{🦊}{🦊}{🦊} {🌕}{🌕}{🌕} {🐾}{🐾}{🐾}

zoologist from terraria stimboard with foxes, fursuit paws, terrariums and full moons!

[not requested!]

[boxingcleverrr]

Hey wait new barrage of thoughts!

[starneteyam]

ENOUGH ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Omaticaya! Fem! Reader

🖇️ warn. Enemies to lovers, spicy

🎥 In which you are always teasing Neteyam, making him blush in embarrassment, and he has enough and kisses you to shut you up

A/N Mad Neteyam is hot asf

You and Lo’ak were the two people who loved teasing Neteyam most. Whenever you and Neteyam were sparring and he somehow ended up on top of you, you would smirk and say something inappropriate, like, “You must love seeing me this way”, and Lo’ak would only make it worse by wooing. Of course, Neteyam loved Lo’ak to death, but you? Sometimes, he wants to strangle you.

You were friends with Lo’ak, and not him. You were always there, unable to ignore like a pebble in a shoe. You taunted him, teased him, and annoyed him on purpose. You and Lo’ak thought it was hilarious; obviously, Neteyam didn’t. You didn’t necessarily dislike Neteyam, he was just so cute that it made you want to tease him. His reactions would always fulfill your expectations.

The way his ears would flick back, or the way his tail would curl between his thighs; or maybe it was the way his breath hitched whenever you brought your face too close to his, or the way his leader-like act disappear and he would have nothing smart to say back whenever you said anything daring.

It was just a joke, and that was all you thought of it as—but Neteyam didn’t. Every time you would pull him close or brush your arm against his, his heart tugged closer to yours. You were annoying, he definitely thought that — but he loved what you did to him, although he would never admit it. He never had the confidence to say anything back, but today, he found that strength.

You were a healer, and worked with Neteyam’s grandmother most of the time. Some of the Omiticayans had gone out to blow up some of the cargo train tracks and loot the sky people’s items, and when they came back, because of Lo’ak, Neteyam had gotten injured. Your heart tugged, seeing him in pain, and watched as he walked closer to your tent. His eyes met yours, and he had a frown on his lips while you had a smirk on yours. “Where is my grandmother?” He asked, his voice deep and stern, obviously not in the mood for any of your games after getting scolded by his father.

“It’s your lucky day! It’s just us.” You winked, dipping your finger in some of the ointment, before bringing it to the cut on his lip. “Ah!” He hissed in pain, and you tried your hardest to not roll your eyes. “I just touched you, no need to be so dramatic.” You let out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, and he glared at you. Every word that came out of your mouth was to ridicule him. You stayed silent after that, focusing so you could properly treat his wounds. After finishing the ones on his face and arm, you moved to the gash he had on his abdomen.

You brushed your finger against the cut, and his breath hitched. This didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you looked up at his eyes, to notice he was already looking at you. You smirked. “You probably want to kiss me so bad right now.” You snickered, and he rolled his eyes. “Enough.” He mumbled, pushing your hands away from him, earning a scoff from you. “Hey, I’m not done!” You called after him as he gathered his weapons on the ground, getting ready to leave.

“Quiet.” He hushed you, tired of hearing your voice. “Well, I’m sorry that you’re so in love with me-” He suddenly turned around, arm looping around your body as he grabbed the base of your queue, earning a gasp from you in surprise. He leaned down, eyes wide in anger, holding your head still. “Shut it,” He spat, an idea forming into his mind as his eyes glanced down at your parted lips. “or I shut those pretty lips up for you.”

Your face was full of shock, and he smirked, loving how the tables had turned. “What the-” You started, and as he said, he smashed his lips against yours, breathing heavily. You couldn’t help but little out a quiet whimper, your feelings all over the place. ‘What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-’ You repeated in your head, trying your best to stand as he was making your legs turn into jelly. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you tried to keep up with his movements, your trembling hands balling into fists.

He pulled away, a smirk already displayed on his face for you to see. Your lips were plump and bruised, your lips still parted open in shock, trying to gather your thoughts. His eyes searched your face, before he scrunched his nose. “It’s just a kiss, no need to be so dramatic.” He repeated your words back to you, before letting go of your queue and turning, walking away and leaving you alone, frozen in place. “What the fuck.” You whispered, hands on your hot cheeks.

Part Two ->

[daddyricsdoll]

The guy coming home to me ✭ Carlos Sainz

Summary: Investing in a F1 team in the middle of your worldwide tour was very outrageous and threw many questions at you. But of course they didn't know that you happened to date one of the drivers in the team, until a concert in Singapore.

Warnings: None, I know it's so different of me.

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: Based off of this request.

You try to ignore all the camera’s that surround you, never getting a break whether you're picking up groceries or attending a big sports event. The voices behind the camera’s ask you questions that all revolve around the same thing– Your new sponsorship with Scuderia Ferrari F1 team.

It had come as a surprise to nearly everyone as you were halfway through your worldwide tour and decided to shake hands with a team in a sport you secretly loved. But they didn’t know that, and they also didn’t know about your months-long relationship with Carlos Sainz, one of the two drivers for the team. 

The week of the Singapore Grand Prix had started and you had meticulously planned your concert in the same country and city as one of your favourite races.

So on the Thursday in which all the drivers did media work you sat in a stadium counting the hours until you could do what you love, with the person you love in the same premises. As you received free paddock passes they received concert tickets and tonight happened to be the day everything lined up.

It was a coincidence to people that glanced, but the ones that stared could have noticed it was more. Probably from the times I went to races and interacted with many people but disappeared with a specific someone or when my attention couldn’t be divided between both Ferrari drivers and stuck to one. The one with dark brunette hair and eyes that glisten the same colour. Full and plump lips that I enjoy against mine, compliment his smooth accent and delicate fingers that can show rough. 

Apparently Carlos had been scrutinised about it as well, but listening to his P.R had paid off and he slid out of the situation easily. Therefore when you asked him to attend one of your concerts he accepted but with the company of a few of his fellow drivers. It was under one hour until you were to get on stage and the driver’s decided to give you a little good luck. You greeted them all with hugs, one lasting longer than others but they didn’t notice.

“You gonna do something special for us?” Lando asks jokingly. 

“You gonna get a podium?” You ask in the same tone and manage to gain a chuckle from him. 

You have to cut your conversations short and run off for final costume and makeup touch ups before making your way on stage. But not without Carlos sneaking his way through and wishing you a more personal good luck. He captures your lips in his and then mutter’s a few words against your skin. “Good luck Cariño, but I already know you’re gonna do great.” And in the time he leaves to get seated you stand at the back of the stage waiting for your queue. 

It makes you beam at how the crowd screams when they capture your silhouette and even  better when you actually emerge on stage. Through every song, you catch a glimpse of Carlos, his eyes always on you. 

As it edges closer into the night you realise how fast time has gone by, in which you have reached your last song of this warm night–Karma. You put all of your last energy into this song moving from one end of the stage to the other.

As you reach the near end of the bridge you make your way to the end of the stage with your eyes stuck on Carlos’ it was more than obvious. “Karma is the guy on the tracks, coming straight home to me.” You point at him with a proud smile as red and yellow fireworks emit into the sky accompanied by the same colours of confetti and lights.

You continue singing but can’t hold back your laughter as the faces of everyone in the stadium alter, especially the drivers. They all start shouting and bunch around Carlos with wide grins on their faces, including hints of curiosity. Through the crowd you manage to catch a glance of Carlos and you couldn’t be happier with the expression he wears. His big smile as his friends jump around him and confetti covers them all. He catches your eye and mouths “te amo”, you mouth it back and let out a content sigh, happy that he is the guy coming home to you.

[purposeclaimed]

&. @heartsclaimed // shiro.

of course she had to get separated from kai as soon as they were thrown out of that wormhole. of course alya would find herself in the middle of some kind of battle. but her parents had trained her well, & while she was mentally cursing her luck, she had found shelter in order to regain her bearings, her weapon set to a gun by her side, ready & waiting. she didn't recognize the ship, other than it was galran. were they being attacked?

alya ran out of her hiding place, running past a railing when a familiar figure caught her attention. she immediately changed direction, lifting her weapon & aiming it toward — was that a galra?

"uncle shiro! get down!" she called, helmet activating & surrounding her, weapon firing & hitting her intended target ( oh, her mother would be so proud! ), before vaulting off the railing. she twisted herself right before landing, rolling to a stop & scrambling to get to shiro's side & pulling him up. "are you okay?"

[asimpwithfreetime]

What about platonic!yan!matkayina x human/Navi hybrid!reader?

Like maybe reader was some kind of sky people experiment trying to cross the Navi with humans. Maybe she has a queue and can breathe the air, but she’s still a smol human? (Fr Tonowari would be able to pick you up with one hand he’s so large lol)

As it wasn’t specified, I am going to do Tonowari with his little adopted baby. I am going to make a story about Tonowari being a yan!dad!.

She is my baby! (Yandere! Platonic! Tonowari x hybrid! Reader)

Content warning: English isn’t my first language and this hasn’t been proofread yet (will anything in my page ever be?), kinda short ngl

General warning: yandere behavior, obsessive, overprotectiveness, typical yandere things

Little background: Sky people abandoned you in the sea, leaving you for dead. The ilus brought you to Tonowari and Ronal. She doesn’t like you one bit but Tonowari saw you so small, fragile and vulnerable that his dad instinct told him to protect you. Eventually he became a yandere.

Na’vi translate: My amhul, so ke’u yomtìng (supposedly: my child, do not fear)

[ 3rd Person POV ]

“She is not yours!” Ronal hollered at Tonowari. “WE didn’t birth her”

Tonowari sighed, trying to stay calm and collected. “Eywa brought her to me, she is my child. No need to be biological!” Y/n quivered by the Marui but she didn’t enter, she heard the fight. Everyone could hear it, truly.

“ENOGUH!” Tonowari roared as the fight escalated. Ronal suddenly was at a loss of words. Tonowari came out of the Marui with a darkened look, it slowly became softer as his eyes fell on his baby. He scooped his tiny human/Na’vi hybrid into his arms, cradling her with love and care.

“I am so sorry you had to see this. My amhul, so ke’u yomtìng” he said softly to his baby. Y/n just relaxed in his arms, knowing full well he would defend her anytime.

“I am alright, dad” she responded. Tonowari couldn’t help but puff his chest out in pride, hearing her say dad. The way it was so natural for her to call him dad made him really happy.

Ronal could be heard inside the Marui, muttering loudly to herself. Tonowari sighed. “She will need to understand that you are my child, there have been a few years for her to adapt!” He sighed to himself.

[ Another day ]

Tonowari and Y/n were collecting shells together, he liked to see the small shell in his hand turn into a complete massive object once held by her. He found the difference of height extremely funny. He could crack a few dad jokes or puns about it.

A Metkayina fisher approached him. “Tonowari, you should listen to your wife, she will never belong with us, Y/n must be with the ones of his own”. “Oh, SHUT UP!” Soon, that Metkayina was on the floor, being pressed down by Tonowari, who started brutally punching him.

“Dad!” Y/n exclaimed after a while of staring in shock and horror. Tonowari stopped, the fisher down him was barely recognizable. “What?” He questioned, taking in what he had just done. He smiled at his child, “have you seen how daddy protected you?” He smiled proudly, not understanding why his kid looked at him that way.

[scuderiasundays]

a promise is a promise

summary: sliding into a stranger's dm's, nostalgia for your first date, and a promise sealed with a kiss + a little insta au at the end 💙

words: 1,071

a/n: my first time writing for mr. leclerc! thank you for the req, @headinthecloudssblog 🫶🏼 tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, @formulaforza, @thatsdemko, and @diorleclerc because i trust you all deeply. feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses!

Charles loved Adele and he sure wasn't shy about it. While the other racing drivers were hyping themselves up with rock, EDM, or rap, the Monegasque’s AirPods (which he often lost) were blaring “Someone Like You.” You, yourself, wondered how the powerful yet melancholy ballad could put him in the right headspace to drive at breathtaking speeds of up to 362 km/h. 

You were nothing short of euphoric when it was announced that she would be extending her exclusive residency in Las Vegas. It would be a dream come true if you could see her live during the weekend of the Las Vegas Grand Prix. However, a bitter reality crept in when you discovered the final show was scheduled for November 4, a mere two weeks before the two of you would arrive stateside. Charles would be racing at Interlagos, while you would be stuck at a clinical genetics conference in St Andrews.

“I was going to get us tickets to thank you for your service in the Great War!” You huffed as you watched Charles tie the laces of his Puma running shoes, visibly let down by the news. All of your friends thought the racing driver had used his F1 connections to get you those coveted floor seats, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. Your boyfriend had spent 18 hours in a virtual queue on one of his few days off, using multiple of his sim racing monitors to secure tickets to the Eras Tour. Arthur had mocked his older brother about how “whipped” he was, joking that he was relieved someone else’s screen time was as horrific as his own.

With a light kiss on your neck, Charles wrapped his arms around you from behind, his voice filled with affection. "It’s like this, ma chérie. I'm going for a run with Andrea," he whispered. As he headed towards the door, his shoulders slumped and his AirPods in, it became clear today's run would be more of a recovery run, a moment for him to recharge physically but more so emotionally.

Determined to bring Charles closer to his idol, you swiftly grabbed your phone from the kitchen island and opened Adele's Instagram profile. Sliding into someone's DMs had never been your style, let alone that of a Grammy-winning artist, but you figured there was nothing to lose.

"Hi, this is Y/N. I know it's unlikely that you'll ever see this, but I'm taking a leap of faith for my boyfriend Charles, who is undoubtedly your biggest fan. Our first date perfectly encapsulates his essence," you began typing, a wave of nostalgia washing over you. "He took me on the most gorgeous twilight yacht ride, accompanied by a meticulously curated playlist of his favorite songs. Upbeat songs like 'A Sky Full of Stars,' 'Pepas,' and 'Feel So Close' filled the air. But then, out of nowhere, a hauntingly beautiful piano melody began to play."

Pausing for a moment, a reminiscent smile graced your face as the memory came roaring back to life. "'Is this Adele?'" you had asked, a glass of rosé in your hand. Charles looked so at peace compared to the tense expression he sometimes wore during race weekends. He had offered you his blue Ferrari sweatshirt to ward off the evening chill and confirmed that it was indeed Adele. Charles shared that he, unlike most, found comfort in what he deemed “depressive music.”

Since that fateful evening, the British songstress' music had become an integral part of your relationship. It served as the soundtrack to your road trips, where you took turns belting ‘Rolling in the Deep.’ It sparked heated debates about whether Adele’s ‘Daydreamer’ or Sade’s ‘By Your Side’ should be your first dance song. It even led to late nights, downing espresso shots just so you could listen to her latest album the second it dropped.

You reached for your phone once again. "That night ended with Charles’ hand resting on my thigh as he drove me home to 'Make You Feel My Love.’ Your music has been the soundtrack to so many of our most intimate moments, and it would mean the world if you could find some time to perform for him," you typed, pouring your heart into the message. You added, "I know this is a long shot, but I..." before eagerly hitting the "Send" button. With a growing sense of accomplishment, you decided to run to the grocery store to pick up some fresh salmon for dinner.

Unable to keep a secret to save your life, you shared what you’d been up to with Charles. "You DM'd the queen? Je t'aime, ma belle, but I highly doubt she'll reply," he playfully teased, rolling his eyes as he wiped the dish you had just handed him.

"What if she does?" you retorted, a hint of hope in your voice. "You know how I treasure you so much I don’t even trust myself to take you on a hot lap? We’ll do it in Las Vegas if and only if Adele responds." His devilish Leclerc wink accompanied the mischievous remark, leaving you to wonder how this crazy turn of events would unfold.

Weeks passed, and with each passing day, the likelihood of a reply dwindled. Charles was away in Qatar when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. A courier stood before you, holding a grand bouquet of white roses along with a message card. Assuming it was from him, your hands trembled as you read the sign-off on the ivory white card. There it was, unmistakably etched in the most elegant script. Five letters. Adele.

You snatched the card eagerly and read it over countless times, overcome with disbelief. It turned out that Adele's devoted fan base had made her very much aware of Charles' fanboying. She expressed her delight and confirmed that she would be more than happy to sing a few songs for you over dinner so long as she could score some “cool mom points” and bring her son Angelo to the race.

Your hands trembled with sheer excitement as you shared the spectacular news with Charles. He blamed his nonexistent allergies as tears welled up in his eyes, but you saw right through his lies.

"So, you'll be taking me on that hot lap, Leclerc?" you grinned, blissed out seeing him so happy. "Bah oui, une promesse est une promesse," he replied, sealing his vow with a well-earned kiss.

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yourusername: weekends with adele (and charles) 🎰🍸❤️

fan1: “it’s true that, after a bad day, if you listen to that, you cry. you don’t feel any better. but i like it. i like the mood of depressive music.” - chuck leclerc

charles_leclerc: i have the best girlfriend in the world! tu est simplement la meilleure ❤️

adele: she’s one of a kind! thank you for letting me bear witness to your love x

yourusername: you, sir, are the love of my life. thanks for tolerating my impulsivity!

fan2: i need a charles and adele collab and i need it NOW 😤

joris_trouche: he’ll never shut up about this

charles_leclerc: prepare to be sick of me! wait, you and @andferrari007 already are 🫣

scuderiaferrari: c² music challenge but adele songs only?

carlossainz55: why play when i don’t even stand a chance 🤨

[blue-sadie]

Na'vi At Heart

Tsu'tey x Dreamwalker Reader

Summary: based off this post

(Sorry it is not exactly like the post instead of it in your guys hut its by the soul tree)

Warning: mating, over-stimulation, forest sex

Yn/3rd person pov

The celebration continued for hours, the singing and dancing never ceasing and for the first time ever you saw tsu'tey enjoying himself.

He hand his hands on your waist smiling as he whispered into your ear how lucky he was with you, since you became full na'vi and buried your human body he's always has his hands on you.

But there is still one thing you haven't done yet which is sex but it was getting to the point you'd just jump on him now and ride him not caring if people saw.

But you didn't want to make the first move "come with me" he murmured grasping your hand tightly but not enough to hurt you and he started to lead you away from the party.

"Where are we going" I laughed as he pulled me onto his ikran who screeched happily as he saw me "just trust me" tsu'tey smiled as we took off, tsu'teys arms were wrapped around me tightly as we flew through the sky.

The night was lit up by certain plants down below and the sky was lit up by the moons and stars it was an amazing sight.

we flew in silence and I glanced over my shoulder every few moments but blushed as I always found him looking at me.

He took us to the tree of souls, landing a bit away "why are we here" I asked but he silenced me as he help me off his ikran "just trust me my love" he murmured softly.

He led me to the tree which illuminated the air around it "I know we have yet to mate" he murmured grabbing both my hands gently and bringing them to his chest.

"but I wanted to do it the right way" he said his eyes flickering back and forth between our intertwined hands and my eyes.

I tilted my head in confusion yes I learnt about a lot of the Na'vi culture but the mating ritual has been like a blank zone "what do you mean" I asked he chuckled softly and pecked my lips.

"We mate before eywa" he murmured and moved his lips to my neck I closed my eyes tightly and let out soft moans as he sucked on my neck as he slowly guided me to the tree.

We stood under the leaves of the soul tree and he pulled back from my neck "do you trust me" he asked his eyes never leaving mine my eyes fluttered.

"y-yes" I whispered and watched as his hand reached around and gently clasped my queue making me let out a surprised gasp "shh it's ok" he murmured as his free hand grabbed his.

"When we link our queues we become bonded" he explained as he handed me my queue "it is the way of showing our love for one another" he rambled shyly I smiled up to him.

"Then let's do this" I giggled and we brought our queues together I let out a soft moan as it connected making him smirk proudly I looked into his eyes and it was like something changed they went filled with care anymore but with lust and hunger.

"Tsu-" I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine in a rough but passionate kiss "fuck" I cursed against his lips as his hands dragged long my body.

"Lay down" he growled as he forced me to the ground our queues never unlinking "tsu'tey" I murmured watching as he removed my clothing his eyes never leaving my body.

"Such beauty" he growled leaning down so his face was infront of my core he's eyes stared at me as he started eating me out his tongue licking circles around my clit making me squirm and moan.

"Delicious taste" he muttered shoving his face more into me "tsu'tey" I moaned out arching my back he never was like this he was always gentle and kind.

He pulled back his tongue licking around his mouth to clean off my juices "so perfect but impure" he growled and I was about to ask what he ment but froze as he took off his loincloth in one swift movement.

My mouth opened and shut his was rock hard and twitching "I have to fuck you to get the demon blood out so don't think we're sleeping tonight my love" he groaned as he rubbed his shaft before positioning himself infront of my core.

He stared down at me with hunger before plunging in, I whimpered out at the stretch he was big "tsu'tey" i whined my hands holding onto his shoulders as he started to thrust rapidly.

But he was like on another world not responding just concentrating on fucking me hard, he grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder angling his movements downwards which made me see stars.

"Fuck don't stop" he was hitting all the right places and soon a knot began to form "tsu'tey" I moaned as my moans were starting to get higher.

My body shook from pleasure as I cum my moans trembled as I cam around him "my love" tsu'tey growled as he slowly came to a stop and forced me into dogy-style before continuing "fuck" I cried.

He started smacking my ass as he whispered praises into my ear his voice low and dangerous my hands gripped and tugged at the ground below me as he rutted hastily into me.

His groans and moans started filling the air and his cock began to twitch "my love I'm about to cum" he growled out grabbing my hips roughly pulling me back into him as he cam "fuck" I yelled my eyes rolling as he filled me up.

I wanted to fall limp but he just laughed putting me into another position "like I said my love we're not sleeping tonight".

[kayena1]

So this is going to be my first ever story. I don’t know how to start but I hope all of you reading it will enjoy!😊

Part 2

Chosen|pt1

Lay’ra was Jake’s and Neytiri’s first born daughter. But they didn’t love her no… they viewed her as an alien. Yes she had three fingers and a thumb, no eyebrows or anything, she didn’t inherit her father’s sky people genes, she looked like a normal na’vi except for her tail. Her tail was not slim like her mother’s or father’s. Her tail was thick like the one of metkayina. That was the reason for her becoming an outcast of her clan. They avoided her at all cost. A year after her birth her younger brother was born they named him Neteyam. After Neteyam there was Kiri then Lo’ak and the last was Tuktirey or Tuk as they called her.

Neytiri made a songcord for all of her children, meanwhile she forgot to do her oldest daughter’s songcord. Ley’ras grandmother Mo’at helped Ley’ra to make her own songcord from her birth to her connection to the tree of souls, to her siblings birth (a drop of blood in amber).

When Tuk was born Lay’ra didn’t have any bad intentions, she only wanted to hold her baby sister. She was old enough now that she was 9 years old. She wanted to hold her baby sister but Neytiri just hissed at her calling her every filthy name on Pandora to not touch her pure child. Every one from Neteyam(8) to Kiri and Lo’ak(7) got to hold Tuk but Lay’ra was the only one not to do it.

Neytiri hissed and shouted at the girl to get out of their home, like something snapped in her, Jake grabbed his daughters queue pulling her away from Neytiri who was still shouting at the scared girl until the girls grandmother came, slapped her fathers arms from her queue and took her away.

Mo’at was the only one to see her granddaughter for not the demon everyone called her but for a little skilled and curious girl. She was the only one that tough her anything eventually accepting her as her tsakrem. She saw how she bonded with the wild life and animals, small and big. She saw how the girl stumbled upon an ikran and asked it to be her friend. She saw the same ikran bonding with her granddaughter making tsaheylu without the roars of the animal or any resistance.

Mo’at took Lay’ra out of her family’s tent helping her granddaughter pack her stuff. She herself decided to send Lay’ra away to help her find happiness that her granddaughter oh so longed for.

After packing she hurriedly walked to her granddaughter’s ikran, in one hand a cloth full of Lay’ras things in other her granddaughter’s hand. Mo’at helped her granddaughter get up on her ikran patting her head and stroking her cheeks as she gave her the songcord. Her grandmother had already put a bead of amber with a drop of Tuktirey’s blood, to resemble that her sibling was born and she became a sister once again. Lay’ra stared at her songcord now having four of these kind of beads before looking at her grandmother.

“Grandmother… where should I go?” She asked scared and shock mixed on her face from not knowing what to do.

“Eywa will guide you, let the wind take you to a place that you could call home” Mo’at answered gently as not to worry her granddaughter further.

Mo’at kissed her granddaughter’s forehead, taking her small hand in her bigger one. She placed an earring in the little girls hand and earring that was made from the feathers and beads that her grandmother collected. The granddaughter looked at her grandmother one more time before launching herself at Mo’at and hugging her tightly, letting nothing but a few tears roll down her cheeks before she had to pull away.

“Grandmother, it is time for me to go” Lay’ra said looking into her grandmothers eyes, the same golden eyes they shared.

“Go, go and never come back, never come back here, find your own happiness, now go!” Her grandmother waved her hands in the air as if pushing her away when the only thing she wanted was for her to hug her granddaughter.

Lay’ra flew away taking one last glance at her home, the forest she was born at before patting her Ikrans side and turning to look forward.

10 hours she flew on her ikran, with no food only water. 10 hours she flew until she reached the Awa’atlu village. The village where the reef people lived. As soon as Lay’ra was in sight of the villagers she heard a horn blowing. She landed in the sand and jumped off of her ikran, gently breaking tsaheylu and patting her Ikrans head.

Lay’ra saw as the villagers of metkayina crowded her. She felt scared. The villagers looked at her tail mostly, wandering how a forest na’vi got a tail of the metkayina.

A minute passed before Lay’ra heard a woman’s voice telling the villagers to part and make way for her. Lay’ra looked at the beautiful woman, she was the tsahik of the metkayina Ronal. Lay’ra bowed and brought her fingers to her forehead lowered them.

“Oel ngati kameie” Lay’ra said to the woman who stayed silent, not returning the gesture only circling around the girl inspecting her. Finally Ronal stoped behind Lay’ra looking at her tail in curiosity before she crouched down and touched the girls tail.

Lay’ra startled by the touch flinched a little and turned to look at Ronal with a worried look on her face. She didn’t know what the other woman was thinking.

“I came to seek uturu” Lay’ra said lowering her eyes to the ground. Ronal just looked at the girl before placing her hand on the girl’s cheek.

“You have come far, stay” Ronal said her voice soft. The girl looked at Ronal before leaning in her hand as a few tears slipped down her cheeks, even if she was strong, she was just a child.

Ronal brought the girl in to her embrace and hugged her as the girl sobbed into the Tsahik’s neck. Ronal picked up the little nine year old girl and started walking to her home.

“We will let you stay” Ronal talked softly in to the girls ear. Lay’ra who never felt the warmth of a mother hugged Ronal tighter muttering “sorry” over and over again.

After Ronal brought Lay’ra to her home two little feet were heard running to her. And then a man’s voice broke the silence.

“Ronal who is that that you have with you?” Lay’ra immediately recognised the man, he was Tonowari the chef of the metkayina. Lay’ra felt overwhelmed and scared so she looked at Ronal with her racing heart trying to figure out what to do or what to say.

“It’s okay, don’t worry little girl” Ronal said to Lay’ra patting her back before she turned to her mate.

“This child was seeking uturu, I agreed, she will be staying with us” Ronal explained to Tonowari. Children were staring at the girl in wonder and curiosity, Tonowari slowly approached Ronal looking at the girl.

“Hello little girl, do you have a name?” Tonowari asked softly to which she relaxed.

“My name is Lay’ra te Suli Neytiri'ite” Lay’ra said quietly looking at Ronal’s children in wonder.

“Aren’t you Jake Sully daughter?” Tonowari asked only to be met with the watery eyes of the girl.

“No” Was all that Lay’ra managed to say before tears started to fall down her face. Ronal seeing what was happening crouched down so her children were able to see the girl. The two children looked at the girl curiously before slowly coming to their mother’s side inspecting the girl like their mother did a few moments ago. Lay’ra was still sobbing until she felt a little hand on her forearm patting her, it was a little boy and then she felt another hand on her shoulder which belonged to the little girl. Lay’ra wasn’t crying now. She looked at the children trying to figure out what they wanted until the girl spoke.

“I’m Tsireya and that’s my brother Ao’nung” Tsireya said softly.

”Im Lay’ra” Lay’ra replied softly as she looked at the children. Before looking at Ronal who was still holding her. Tisreya and Ao’nung looked at their mother.

“Mama can we play with Lay’ra?” Ronal head turned to Lay’ra nodding her head to her children.

“Lay’ra do you want to play with our children?” She asked the little girl which in return gave her a nod. Wiping her tears away she got out of the arms of Ronal who was still crouching and slowly walked to Tsireya and Ao’nung.

Ronal watch as the children started to play. Lay’ra smiling small smiles. Then she turned to her mate Tonowari before she stood up from her crouching position and spoke up.

“She’s going to stay with us”

“Why?” Tonowari asked her softly.

“I felt a pull to her when I first saw her, it was as if Eywa was telling me to take care of that little girl” Ronal said matching his soft tone as she watched the children playing together.

Lay’ra sensing that the adults were talking about her stopped and looked at them, Tonowari seeing this only smiled at the girl. Lay’ra returned her attention to the siblings who ran to her side. Lay’ra was taller than Ao’nung and Tsireya so she patted their heads with a smile on her face.

A month had passed since Lay’ra arrived at the Awa’atlu village. The girl picked up on sign language pretty quickly, she enjoyed learning. Ronal taught the girl about the clan and their way of life.

Lay’ra experienced what it was like to be wanted, to be seen. She clung to Ronal or Tonowari, played with Tsireya or Ao’nung. She started to warm up to other people. The people didn’t question her appearance, didn’t ask why she looked like a forest na’vi but had reef people tail, didn’t call her a demon or made her an outcast, Lay’ra felt like she belonged here. She felt happy.

Years passed and Lay’ra turned 16, Ao’nung was 15 and Tsireya 13. In that time Ronal and Tonowari decided to take the girl as their own, adopt her. Now Ronal was her mother Tonowari her father and Tsireya and Ao’nung were her siblings. Ronal helped the girl add the beads to her songcord, from the day she had to leave the forest, to the day she became one of the people, being the youngest to pass her Iknimaya at the age of 14 where she got her own skimwing. She brought shells that symbolised Lay’ras adoption into the family.

Everything was perfect, peaceful��� until one day she heard the horn blowing. Looking at the sky she saw five ikran’s flying in to her village. Lay’ra was in the water swimming with her sister on their ilu.

She looked at her sister who was already looking at her, both of them nodded at each other and swam closer to the land.

When they reached the land both of them emerged from the water fixing their hair. Lay’ra saw darker blue colours amongst the lighter ones. Looking closer she recognised them as a forest na’vi with their slim hands and tails. She looked at the children firstly going around them slowly while Tsireya slapped Ao’nung on the arm to stop him from making fun of the newcomers. Looking at the children Lay’ra saw two boys and two girls. Going from what looked like the oldest to the youngest. It’s when she saw the parents that she stopped. She recognised them. She recognised the ones that gave her pain and suffering, she recognised Toruk Makto and his mate.

When Jake saw Lay’ra he looked at her as if he had seen a ghost. Neytiri turned a little bit paler in the realisation of who was standing in front of her. She exchanged glances with her husband before turning to Lay’ra, opening her mouth to say something she was interrupted with a skimwing flying above their heads. Lay’ra looked relieved at the one who was on the skimwing.

“Father!” The girl shouted with a relieved smile.

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Okay so this might be cringy or something but tell me your thoughts on it?