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love lost {neteyam sully}

neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan x fem na'vi!reader

requested: n/a (well... kind of. i pitched the idea to julie and she encourages me too much <3)

words: 4.0k (this is... double the length of what i had planned oop)

a/n: the way of water spoilers i stg if you haven't watched the movie you don't get to bitch about spoilers if you read this fic listen. listen i love neteyam so much. and as much as i would like to write a canon variance fic, i also have fun writing angst. my forte is more hurt/comfort and "angsty but there will be fluff and a happy ending" because i'm a softie and a romantic but sad angst is still fun to write

warnings/tags: hurt/no comfort, implied doing the dirty, mating (sfw), death, grieving/mourning, depression symptoms, implied suicidal ideation, reader and neteyam are about 18/19 because that's how old i thought he was when i watched the movie, mostly canon compliant (whoops), SPOILERS, no proofreading we die like neteyam men

pronouns: she/her

na'vi translations:

oeyä - my (possessive) narlor - beautiful (visually) muntxa si - mate / marry yawne - beloved

From a young age, it was clear that you would spend the rest of your life by Neteyam’s side. He was your best friend, the first person to treat him as just another kid and not the first born son of the olo’eyktan. 

As you grew together, the way you felt about each other seemed to grow in sync, from entirely platonic best friends, to teenagers who would sneak out of chores to kiss in the forest. One day, while leaning against his chest and feeling his fingers play with the beaded ends of your braids, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, whispering into your skin.

“Once we have finished the rites, I want to be yours,” your breath hitched at his words, “forever.” You blinked, twisting to look up at him with wide eyes. “If you’ll have me.” You rolled your eyes, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“Of course I’ll have you.” Neteyam broke into a wide  smile, as if for a moment he expected you would say anything else. “In this life and the next.” If you were told as a child, that at sixteen, just days before he made his first kill, that you and Neteyam would be promising to be each other’s mates, you would have laughed them off.

Now, you were beaming at him while sat on his lap, pressing kisses to his mouth and cheeks, eliciting laughter from him as he fell back, arms wrapped around your waist. 

Your parents and his had all apparently known of his plans to propose to you that evening, as they were all waiting for you in the Sully family hut as you arrived, excited that your families would become one. As Kiri swatted Lo’ak for throwing his hands in the air with a loud exclamation of ‘finally’, Mo’at guided you away from the crowd.

“Once you begin your rites, I shall teach you to use and amplify your connection to Eywa.” Her eyes were soft as she rested her hands on your shoulders. “I believe you shall become a strong Tsahik.” You thanked her with a bow, grateful that she would so willingly teach you and flattered at her compliment.

Time seemed to move both too fast and not fast enough over the next year and a half as you both completed your rites and became adults of the clan. Like his father, Neteyam became one of the greatest Omaticaya warriors, proudly taking his place at the olo’eyktan’s side. But however strong and fearless he became, his eyes always softened as he looked at you, an impatience within him to finally have you as his official mate, to be able to say he is yours entirely. 

Like Mo’at told, your connection to Eywa grew, able to understand her guidance with ease. Quickly, you learned that your favourite part of being the future Tsahik was healing. Being able to help those in your clan that were injured or unwell was always rewarding. And despite her being your personal guide and teacher, you were extremely honoured every time Mo’at invited you to assist in ceremonies with Eywa in front of the clan. 

Neteyam’s ceremony was performed around a month after your own, and still, he waited a week to ask you again to be his mate.

With his fingers easily weaved between your own, he guided you toward the bioluminescent clearing where he had first proposed. (And where, two short years before that, you had shared your first kiss). Neteyam held both of your hands, close enough that you could count the freckles scattered across his face; not that you hadn’t done so many times before. 

“I know I have already asked you this,” his voice was soft and nervous as he spoke, “but I want to ask again.” As he drew in a slow, shuddered breath, you leaned up and pressed a kiss beside his mouth. “Will you be my mate? Would you honour me with allowing me to be yours forever?” Your eyes watered, crying despite knowing what he was going to ask, and you nodded with a smile. But still he waited, wanting to hear you say it. 

“Neteyam, yes. I would love to be your mate.” He let out a sigh of relief, quick to drop your hands to grab your face and kiss you. You smiled against each other’s mouths, hands on each other and pulling each other as close as you physically could.

His hands slide down your body and grasp the underside of your thighs, lifting you so your legs could wrap around his waist. With his mouth never leaving yours, Neteyam carefully sat down and rested you on his lap, the ground lighting up under him. 

“You are so breathtaking.” He whispered against your lips and you pulled away with a flustered laugh, forehead rested against his. Neteyam was never shy about complimenting you, but somehow his words never failed to cause your heart to skip and the tips of your ears to warm. 

“Oel ngati kamele, Ma Neteyam.” You ran your fingers over his bicep causing goosebumps to raise as you spoke with a sigh.

Wordlessly, you reached up behind you to grab your braid that safely held your queue, pulling it over your shoulder and dragging your fingers down to the end. The soft tendrils of your queue reached for him, yearning for him just as your heart did. Neteyam mirrored your movement, bringing his queue around, and held it just in front of your own. Your eyes flicked up from your queues to meet his eyes. 

Although you had loved each other since you were children, you were both still nervous that the other would change their mind. 

“I am yours.” You asserted. Neteyam dropped his head forward to press your foreheads together again.

“Yours. I have always been yours.” 

As your queues entangled, you sucked in a short breath, body relaxing as you watched his pupils dilate. Your heart began to race as your breaths began to match his, eyes falling closed. After years of promises and soft kisses in the dark, your souls were entwined and could never be separated.

---

You squeezed Neteyam’s hand as Tarsem’s hand dropped against Jake’s chest in a fist, cementing the change in leader and the end of Jake’s reign as olo’eyktan. The Suli Tseyeyk’itan family were leaving the clan as sky people threatened to hunt them. Revenge on Jake for something that happened nearly two decades ago. Neteyam had offered to let you stay with the clan while he left with his family. But you refused, reminding him that you were his mate, by his side forever. And if his family was in danger, you were included in that. 

Neteyam pulled you up behind him onto his ikran and you easily wrapped your arms around his waist, head resting on the back of his shoulders. It was a position that you had been in before, taken on many flights by your mate from the day that he bonded with his flying beast. 

But the pit in your stomach still reminded you of how different this would be. You were leaving your clan and the only family and life you had ever known. You knew that you would follow Neteyam to the ends of Pandora, but the change was still scary. You had no way of knowing what was to come with leaving your home, you had no idea what your new one would look like. Neteyam reached down and rested his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze as his ikran took off. 

No two na’vi described the effects of mating the same, Eywa giving each couple a different way of connecting and understanding each other. For you and Neteyam, it seemed that it had given you both the ability to understand the deep emotions of each other. You could tell when he was stressed about the pressures of his future title and he could tell when your anxiety sunk deep into your bones. It was as if you could feel him in the depths of your being, an overlay on the edge of your soul. 

So he knew, as you pressed your chest against him and felt the rush of the wind whistling past his ears, that you were afraid of what was to come. But with his hand pressed safely against your thigh, the warmth spreading from where the skin met, it reassured you that whatever happened he would be by your side and making things a little less scary. 

---

Neteyam always asserted that you were the most beautiful being he had ever seen. Even as a child, there was something about you that made him smile and desperate to hear your laugh. You had swum together many times in the various ponds around the Home Tree and Ayram alusing, but watching you rise out of the ocean, flicking water out of your braids with a shake and laughing with Tsireya, he could swear that he fell in love with you all over again. 

“Bro,” Lo’ak smacked his chest, bringing his attention back to their ilu training, “she’s already your mate, you can stop the lovesick staring.” Neteyam hit him back, looking back over at you to see your attention already on him. You sent him a soft wave, which he happily returned with a smile.

--- 

Despite Jake’s best attempt at keeping his family safe and keeping the war away, the need for vengeance from a man who was supposed to be long dead was too strong. All too quickly the sky people in their boat with their machines that killed tulkun with ease arrived.

You held onto the ilu tightly as you all raced to catch up with Lo’ak, the ocean spray whipping at you. You knew it was dangerous, leaving Awa’atlu, it was stupid and reckless but Lo’ak was determined to warn the tulkun he had bonded with. 

You watched in awe as the giant creature rose from the ocean, eagerly greeting Lo’ak, who began to panic once noticing a red spear-like tracker in the beast’s shoulder. You wasted little time, standing up on the ilu and diving into the water, swimming over to help the boy pull the tracker out. Neteyam was close behind you, and he helped pull up the Metkayina teens who had come with you. 

You heard Lo’ak radio their father while Kiri and Tuk climbed onto the tulkun and finally, as the sky people boat rounded the rocky bluff, the six of you pulled the tracker out.

“Go that way, I’ll draw them off.” Neteyam ordered, holding the tracker. As you opened your mouth to rebut, he cut you off. “Go with Tsireya. I’ll be okay.” You huffed at him, but obliged, swimming beside the girl and grabbing hold of her ilu’s saddle. 

---

You held onto the ilu as Lo’ak raced towards the rocky island with Neteyam leaning against him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, the way he wheezed with each breath. There was no way to explain it, but you could feel a heat blooming in your chest. You hadn’t seen him get shot, having been with Tsireya after she escaped the large ship, but you immediately knew, your mated connection through Eywa causing a phantom pain. 

You could only watch as Spider and Tsireya guided Neteyam up to Jake, who helped them pull him onto the rocks. Jake rolled him onto his side to check for wounds before he laid him back. For a moment, he looked between you and Lo’ak who kneeled beside Neteyal, but quickly chose to take Lo’ak’s hands and had him apply pressure. 

As Neteyam gasped for breath, you felt like you couldn’t catch your breath either. With shaky hands you took his, lowering yourself down so you could hold it to your mouth, staring up at him with glassy eyes. 

His breaths grew shorter, more panicked, as Neytiri landed her ikran and fell to her knees between you and Lo’ak. Jake held his face as he reassured him that it would be okay, and you felt like your throat was closing. Then everything stopped, and Jake pulled his hand away from Neteyam’s cheek.

Everything sounded muffled, like you were underwater or had cups over your ears. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. It felt as though your lungs stopped taking in air and like someone was squeezing your heart. You couldn’t hear what Neytiri was saying as she shook Neteyam’s shoulders, you could only hear the anguish in her voice. You felt it in your chest as she screamed and Jake pulled her to his chest. You looked over as the sounds around you echoed to see Lo’ak staring down at his red-stained hands. 

You rocked on your knees, internally pleading with Eywa to wake you up, give you a sign that this was a nightmare and the emptiness in your chest was a horrid lie. You didn’t bother wiping away any of your tears, barely noticing them as they rolled down your cheeks and met with the back of Neteyam’s hand, which you hadn’t moved from your lips in the hopes that it would twitch, that he would be alive. 

Then, all at once, sound returned. And you screamed. Pained and desperate, your voice cracking. You dropped his hand and collapsed down into Neteyam’s chest, pleading with Eywa to let his heart start beating again. You could hear voices, Jake and Neytiri’s, but what they were saying didn’t register. All you could focus on as you sobbed was the hollow, empty feeling deep in your chest. You let out a pained wail as you sat up, turning to Jake as you felt his hand rest on your shoulder. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but closed it again, instead choosing to give you a soft, sad look. 

You were left alone on the rocks with Neteyam as the others left to return to the ship and save the Sully daughters. You sat beside him cross-legged, and carefully pulled his head into your lap as if trying not to wake him from sleep. As gently as you could, you wiped away the blood staining his skin, wanting to erase all evidence that he was hurt, then you ran your fingers over his face, pushing his braids to the side and wiping away water and tears (both his and your own) from his star-speckled cheeks. Once you were satisfied, you gently closed his eyes.

Neteyam was always so beautiful as he slept, and you always loved the mornings when you would wake up before him leaving you able to roll over and stare at his peaceful expression. He would always get embarrassed when you told him he was pretty when he slept, the tips of his ears flushing pink. 

“Ma Neteyam. Oeyä narlor muntxa si.” You pressed your lips to his forehead while you whispered to him. “Oeyä yawne. Please, come back to me. I cannot do this without you, I cannot live the rest of my life without you. You were supposed to be by my side forever.” You hiccuped as a sob broke out of you. You leaned back, staring up at the sky. “Great Mother, please. Please, do not take him from me, Great Mother.” You continued to sob and plead with Eywa and Neteyam’s heart as the boat exploded and a fire broke out. 

The yellow-orange light reflected in your eyes and the tears that stained your cheeks. You barely registered the warmth, unable to feel without Neteyam. 

---

You swam with the Sully family, close to Jake and Neytiri as they carried Neteyam’s body toward the Metkayina’s cove of ancestors. You had no idea whether the salted damp permanently on your cheeks was your tears or the ocean as the two had long-since become one and the same. You barely ate, you barely spoke. Everything felt as though you were fighting quicksand, too much effort for you. 

Jake and Neytiri had told you that you could swim his body down with them, but you refused, knowing that if you did, it was unlikely you would be able to bring yourself back to the surface without him. 

You and Lo’ak stayed by each other’s side, your hand holding his in a desperate attempt to not take in a breath of water. He held out his other hand toward his brother, while you squeezed your fist to your chest hoping the pinch of your nails into your palm would let you feel more than just numb. 

The glowing anemone reached out to Neteyam, pulling him down and into its warmth. His energy was being returned to Eywa. As the glow absorbed him you let out a sob, realising that he was gone. Your mate, the man who promised he would be by your side forever, was gone and had left you alone with a tightness in your throat and feeling as though there was part of your soul missing. 

Once you made your way back to your hut, you returned to the place you had been laying since you returned to Awa’atlu after being separated from Neteyam; the mat you had shared with Neteyam in the corner and wrapped in the blanked you had brought with you from your home with the Omatikaya clan, the blanket that still smelled so much like your mate. 

Every time you closed your eyes, Neteyam was there with his wide eyes and bright smile. You could still hear his laugh and feel his touch on your skin as you fell asleep. As you slept, you dreamt of the life you were supposed to have with him, by his side as you grew old together, starting your own family that would share the way he smiled and that look he got when he was flying on his ikran. 

You let out a sob and it broke Neytiri’s heart to hear as she passed by. She had seen the way her mother suffered after her father’s death, knowing that the bond of a mate left the living feeling less than themselves. And she herself had nearly lost her Jake once, and that pain was all consuming. Knowing that pain and mixing it with the grief she felt over losing her son, she could only imagine how you felt, so young and without your mate. 

Silently she entered, bowl of food in her hand. Neytiri knew you hadn’t eaten all day, and you were still a part of her family. She slowly crouched beside you and you jolted when you felt her hand on your shoulder. You sniffed, nose still blocked from the crying that never seemed to end, and looked down at the food she offered. You shook your head, having no appetite. Food would not solve the feeling that someone had opened your chest and removed your heart, the only solution to that was buried with the ancestors. 

“My sweet,” her words were soft, and you looked up at her with teary eyes, “are you ready to go to the Spirit Tree?” In the weeks since his death, Neytiri and Jake asked you this question in variation every day, hoping that seeing him in Eywa would ease your grief. They had learned quickly that saying Neteyam’s name visibly broke your already shattered heart even further, even more than the question itself. Neither were sure how long it would take until you were ready, but both did their best to keep you afloat in your grief.

Every time you thought of him, it felt as though you had breathed in water, your lungs heavy and your throat tight. Your breaths came in heaves, every inhale an effort against the thick air of loss. It was rare you were seen outside of your hut, the darkness within keeping you captive.

But you surprised Neytiri when you slowly shrugged off the blanket and nodded. She blinked down at you, but quickly offered you her hand. You took it, accepting her help in pulling you to your feet, the weight on the unused limbs causing you to wobble slightly. 

“I’m afraid.” Your voice was small, scratched from your tears and it’s lack of use. 

“Of what?” Neytiri left a comforting hand on your back, knowing that you may collapse into your consuming grief. 

“That the spirit with Eywa is from before we mated.” That was half true. 

After Jake and Neytiri returned from the Spirit Tree, Jake had told you that the Neteyam he saw was from when he was younger. If you saw that version, he may not even know that you were together at all. 

She hummed as your eyes itched. Neytiri knew you were hiding from her, and while she didn’t want to force your words, she wanted you to know that there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came to expressing your grief.

“And that I’ve forgotten his face.” That confession is what broke you, a whimpered sob breaking from your throat. “I see him everywhere and in everything. I see him when I sleep and I hear him when it’s quiet. But what if the face I remember isn’t the right one.” Neytiri stopped walking and guided you toward her in a hug. You cried freely as her hand ran circles on your back.

She didn’t need to speak, her presence enough. She was, in human terms, your mother-in-law, and she took that very seriously. You were her child, the mated soul of her son. Neytiri would protect you in every way she could and that included keeping you safe from self-destructing in your grief and comforting you in your fears. 

You sucked in a shuddered breath and pulled yourself away from her, apologising for your tears that stuck to her skin. Neytiri waved you off and let you choose the direction to continue in: either back to your hut or toward the Spirit Tree.

---

You sucked in a deep breath before bending at the waist and swimming down toward the glowing tendrils of the Metkayina clan’s Spirit Tree. The cool glow reflected off your skin and you squeezed your eyes closed as you reached behind you and took hold of your braided queue. 

Eywa, please. Let me see My Neteyam again.

You were home again. Back in the deep forest, feet padding along the glowing moss. You pushed aside the familiar branches that revealed the clearing. Your clearing. The place of your first kiss, where he proposed, where you mated. 

You looked around, already tearing up again (a seemingly constant state for you) at being home, when the sound of a pebble bouncing along the water met you. Your ears flicked toward the sound, and your head quickly followed.

Squatting by the pond, arm still extended from the throw, was Neteyam. You let out a short, shuddered breath at the sight of him, and you saw his ears flick. 

He turned, eyes bright and smile warm, his chest showing no sign of the wound that took him from you. Neteyam was exactly as you saw him when you closed your eyes.

“Ma y/n!” At the sound of his voice, the tears broke free and his face dropped, immediately rushing over to you and bringing his hands to your upper arms. “Yawne, what’s wrong?” You shook your head, not wanting him to worry about you. He brought one hand to your chin and you leaned into it. 

“I’m just-” your voice cracked, “I’m so happy to see you.” He tilted his head with a soft smile, leaning down to press his forehead against your own. 

“I’ve missed you.” You felt his breath on your lips and more tears rolled down your flushed cheeks, though they were quickly wiped away by his thumb. You tilted your head to kiss him, ignoring the saltiness of the tears that stuck to your lips. 

“I don’t want to leave you.” Your voice was wet with tears, and Neteyam leaned back to look at you.

“Yawne, I am always with you.” You shook your head but he continued to speak. “But you cannot stay here forever. Not yet.” Neteyam kissed you slowly, pouring out the love that he held for you and making up for the kisses you had missed since his death. 

You opened your mouth to ask why not, but you felt a pain in your lungs. A pain that pulled you away from Neteyam and back to the ocean as your body begged for breath. 

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My heart ❤️

Sharing a love with Bakugou that’s absolute.

Imagine being the one to mend Bakugou’s broken heart.

Maybe you didn’t manage to get to Bakugou in time, so he’s already experienced his firsts with someone else. It was a case of wrong time, wrong place but fate was finally aligning to try and bring you together.

And it’s hard enough to get close to Bakugou Katsuki at the best of times, but it’s even more difficult when he’s had his heart broken.

He’s closed off, guarded and doesn’t want to get hurt again. He tells himself it’s better this way, that the pain felt experiencing a break up wasn’t worth the love he felt in the relationship. That there’s no point trying to find love again or letting it happen, so he cuts everyone off.

That’s why he ignores the way his heart pangs for you, the heavy flutter of it against his ribcage like petals blowing in the wind. Convincing himself that the love he would experience with you isn’t worth it, because love never lasts. So every time you feel yourself getting close to him, he pulls back. That same voice in the back of his head telling him that he’s not worthy, that he’s not good enough.

It brings him back to that feeling that he was never worthy of love, so of course he continues to believe he doesn’t deserve it. And if he opened himself up to you, you’d realise it and leave him just like the rest. So keeping you at a distance is easier than convincing himself that you’ll love him the same way back.

Of course, his friends don’t want him to get hurt again either. After experiencing the aftermath of his breakup first hand. Bakugou reverting to the angry teenage boy who handled his feelings through anger, shouting at his interns and burying himself in his job. Running himself into the ground to try and mask the hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach, because if he’s too tired to think maybe he’ll be too tired to feel.

But there’s something about you that they see, something they can tell is just perfect for Bakugou. So as fiercely protective Kirishima is, and how much he doesn’t want his friend to get hurt anymore, he encourages you to try.

Because that’s all you can do— try.

So you do. You try, and you manage to pull Bakugou out of the darkness. To show him that he can feel a love again that’s honest, pure and real. But there’s something different as he begins to find himself falling for you, it’s not the same love that he experienced before. It’s different—

Absolute.

And now he’s wondering whether he was ever really in love before? Whether he’d wanted something to work so badly that he’d framed the perfect picture of his relationship in his mind, but that moment had lead him to find you.

It takes time to heal a broken heart, but the repair gives space to love again, and to be loved again. So you’ll take his broken heart and mend it, wondering how his ex could have ever wanted to fracture it because there’s absolutely no way you’re throwing Bakugou away.

It’s like you were the missing pieces of the puzzle that each other needed, and now Bakugou’s convinced he’s never been in love before. Because being in love with you is like nothing he’s ever experienced before, and he hates that he made himself wait so long to experience it.

When I say treat me like a Princess this is what I mean, let me enjoy stuff while getting bent over okay? Multitasking

Katsuki leaves the small cramped shower first, steps out into the bedroom of the rental so he can dry off easily while giving you room to finish washing your hair.

Peeking into the bathroom and even opening the glass shower door with a serious face, "Yer not done yet? Hurry up."

"Obviously I'm not done Suki." You hiss playfully flinging some suds onto his bare chest that he dries off, "Are you not getting ready?"

"Nah not yet." Slowly his face morphs from serious to a devilish grin as he speaks.

"I want ya to hurry up so you can enjoy the view of the beach while I fuck you til your eyes cross."

Can my husband do this please 😂 it's been a year of trying, maybe we need a new approach 🤪🫠

Can’t stop thinking about trying for a baby with Bakugou.

You[7.05PM]: I’m ovulating.

Bakugou raises a brow from across the room after reading the text you’d just sent him. A bottle of beer perched in his other hand as Sero and Kirishima continue their conversation either side of him.

Since having the discussion about trying for a baby, neither of you had managed to find any spare time together to try. Your conflicting work schedules paired with social engagements had meant that time together was few and far between, seeing more of him on the news than in real life as of late.

“What?” Bakugou mouthed to you as you tilted your head towards the bathroom, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

You tried to take a sip of your drink, motioning towards Mina’s bathroom as your friends continued to chatter around the living room.

Deciding to send another text to your perplexed boyfriend as you made a scene emptying your glass, downing the liquid as you motioned that you were going to grab another drink before leaving the room.

You[7.10PM]: Bathroom now.

There was a slight rap against the door as you opened it, tugging your boyfriend into the pink room in haste. Your hands poised on his arms as he kept you pinned between his body and the counter inside the small downstairs toilet.

“What the fuck are you doin’, woman?” Bakugou couldn’t hide the amused smirk on his face as he motioned towards the door, “You actin’ like a randy teenager or something?”

“We can’t waste time,” You practically whined, moving to paw at his jeans as you noticed in amusement that he was already half hard, “Now’s the best time to try—”

“How’d you know?” Bakugou didn’t stop you from unbuckling his belt, letting the leather hang in the loops as you moved to attack the zipper.

“I downloaded this app to help track my cycle.” You replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“There’s an app for that?” He snorted.

“Yeah,” You grinned, “It tells me the best time to try and conceive.”

“You don’t need that shit,” Bakugou scoffed, moving his large palms against your hips to turn you to face the mirror. Crimson eyes staring back at you in your reflection as he gave you a smug grin, “You really think I need help fuckin’ a baby into ya?”

Neteyam: I just want to warn you, my family can be a, little different..

Reader: Oh Neteyam, what family isn't?

Jake: *Trauma Case*

Neytiri: *Badass MILF*

Lo'ak: *Would be starring on Jackass*

Kiri: *Basically Jesus*

Tuk: *Sitting the corner humming*

Spider: *Naked Mole Rat*

Reader: Oh

My family is all in those mountains of East TN. I got married in those mountains in East TN. I've driven those back roads and ran through fields in the summer heat chasing fireflies. I've watched the sun rise and set over the vast peaks in the distance and I've smelled the thunderstorms that roll in the late afternoon sky. The fear, the unknowing. I'm thankful my family made it out alive, but the families that didn't don't deserve the hate for "not being prepared" or because of their state color is stupid and barbaric because how do you prepare for something like flooding in the mountains, the land slides, the no warning. Children ripped from their parents, grandparents who were raised on that land just like their parents before them and suddenly it's all gone under mud, rubble and fast moving water. People need help, people are missing and currently dying but hey, when you're nustled in your cozy bed with warm water and all the food you could eat, why bother to see the other side.

I’m from the south and I have family who live in Appalachia. While my family out there wasn’t within the zone of the damage caused by hurricane helene, their homes were decimated by another natural disaster a couple of years ago.

The response to their suffering then is the same as it is now, to the victims of Helene. That somehow, they deserved it, because they live in an area that votes red, or maybe vote red themselves.

This is elitist and classist bullshit and it’s fucking disgusting. Any person who claims to want a world in which we establish self-sustaining communities who, in the same breath, condemns people to death is not the progressive they tout themselves to be. They are vile and cruel.

You do not get to speak on Appalachia’s voting patterns if you do not understand the history and context that created it. You do not get to wish death upon hundreds or thousands of children or disabled persons or any marginalized community simply because they happened to be born in an area you’ve written off as irredeemable. You do not get to cower behind the generalizations you make about an entire region simply because its poverty and disenfranchisement make you uncomfortable.

I am so, so sick of coastal liberals speaking on the South/Appalachia when they have neither the interest nor desire to help the people here. Who seek only to condescend and then have the gall to act confused why they won’t side with the very people who tell them they deserve to lose their homes, their families, their lives, because they don’t vote for certain candidates. If you can’t be fucked to learn the first thing about the area, keep its people out of your mouth.

I had a ton of figure skating videos pop up on my FYP on TikTok and I couldn't stop imagining Bakugou falling for a figure skater after only seeing them skate one time.

The music I was listening to while writing this was "Schindlers List"

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Showing up to the rink early for his hockey practice hoping to get some warm ups before the rest of the team only to find you alone on the ice, known to him that you had rented the rink for an hour to practice your short program.

The music playing over the speakers had a chorus of violins playing, the softness of your arms catching his eyes as you glide effortlessly across the ice, white skates moving in a dance like sequence as you performed a triple lutz triple toe loop combo and landing it perfectly, skating backwards.

The gentle smile on your face as you slid across the ice, eyes flickering over to the tall, muscular blonde who you knew as your Colleges Hockey Captain, Bakugou Katsuki. You usually practiced after his team, but decided to get an earlier practice in before your competition tomorrow.

Red meeting your eyes as you held eachothers gaze gaze for a moment before you turned to preform a scratch spin, your program coming to an end as you spun fast in the center of the rink before stopping on a dime the same time the music ended as the silence rang out in the almost empty rink.

Bakugou couldn't take his eyes off of you as you ended your routine, suddenly feeling very warm in the cold building. He didn't know who you were or why he'd never met you before, but he was curious and when his interest is peeked he's going to follow through to the end. You weren't leaving that ice without his number and he wasn't gonna let you go anywhere without him from that point forward.

Someone better call a cop. Cause this fic is robbing me of my feelings CAUSE ITS TOO DAMN CUTE. 😍

This Is a Family

dad!neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

→ warnings: slight angst, neteyam doubting himself, aged up neteyam for the sake of him being a father (nothing sexual), one mention of being shot (pass tense).

→ summary: neteyam has doubts about his parenting, and he fears that he’s going to raise his son the way his father raised him.

→ i ??? love ??? him ??? so ??? much ??? he deserves the world.

→ 1.0k words

Neteyam always masked his fear. Growing up, he figured the best way to keep his siblings together during the war with the Sky People was to pretend he was never scared. It worked especially well with Tuk, and in turn, she felt herself feel less worry.

And people never questioned whether he was actually scared or not. Partly because he got so good at acting, but mostly because he was the oldest child of the great Toruk Makto. Apparently that meant he had the inability to feel regular Na’vi emotions.

It became a part of him. He never showed his fear to anyone, even in fearful situations. He buried it so deep down that he never once thought that maybe, just maybe, it would end up coming back to bite him in the ass.

Like it was in this moment.

He was sat down in your shared Marui, head held low in the palms of his hands, elbows resting on his knees with his legs crossed. His breathing was rapid and his chest was rising and falling like he just ran twelve miles. He couldn’t stop the racing thoughts in his head.

Pregnant. You’re pregnant. He’s going to be a father.

That in itself isn’t a bad thing. Don’t get him wrong, he was ecstatic when Ronal confirmed both of your suspicions. He kissed you so hard the moment the words left her lips, and he cuddled you tight that night (and every night after) with his palm resting on your tummy, where your son was growing everyday. God, he was so happy. So fucking happy. But there was still that overwhelming fear he felt when he thought about it some more.

Because no, he doesn’t think his dad was a bad dad. No, he doesn’t think ill of his dad. But he knows that his parenting method had affected the way he grew up in such a way he couldn’t even explain. And Neteyam was always scared that the way his dad raised him was so engraved into his brain that he would subconsciously raise his son to be the same.

It scared him so much, but like usual, he never let it show. Unbeknownst to him, however, you were always able to see right through him. Since the moment you two met, you were able to tell he was not only nervous to be around an entirely new clan, but also scared.

And he always wondered how you always knew when to comfort him, but he just thought that was some weird coincidence. You never mentioned it to him. Because admittedly, you thought the look of confusion he showed when you comforted him was cute. You always thought Neteyam was cute. Since the moment you saw him.

You were walking by your Marui to get to your friends’ when you heard sniffling inside. When you peaked your head in and saw that the sniffling was coming from Neteyam, your heart cracked. You’d barely ever seen him cry before. Only a handful of times; once when he got shot during the war with the Sky People; and once when you found out you were with child. Each time, he had people there to comfort him, but this time, as he sat alone inside the Marui, he had no one.

You quickly rushed over to his side, putting your hand on his shoulder gently. Neteyam jumped at the feeling of your hand on him, not knowing anyone was even there in the first place.

“Yawne, what is wrong?” Your voice was gentle, soft. It was one of the many things Neteyam lovrd about you. “What has happened?”

He sniffled again before answering, “Nothing tiyawn, do not worry.”

You let out a scoff at that and moved to kneel in front of him, hands finding their way on his thighs, moving up and down to comfort him. You wanted him to look at you and repeat it, because you knew he couldn’t lie to you like that. And when he didn’t meet your eyes, it was basically confirmed right then that something was wrong.

You took his face in your hands and tilted his head up, finally looking each other in the eyes. Neteyam placed his palms on the back of your hands and sighed.

“What is wrong.” It was more of a demand for him to tell you rather than a question this time.

He debated whether he should say it or not, but he ultimately decided he should. “I am scared.”

“Of what, my love?”

Again, he sniffled and placed a hand over your now very prominent baby bump, “Of becoming a father.” When you didn’t answer, he took it as a silent tell for him to elaborate. “I am scared that I will raise him the way my dad raised me. I do not want our son to feel the amount of pressure I felt growing up. I do not want him to feel like his siblings do not get the same amount of… attention, from his parents.”

To lighten the mood, you smirked, “‘His siblings’,” you repeated, seeing the smallest of smiles form on your husband’s face, “you want more, huh?”

“Well, yes. It is inevitable, I cannot just stop making love to you.”

A light cover of blush appeared on your cheeks, and Neteyam’s smile only grew wider. Though you kept as serious as you could in order to reassure him of his thoughts. “Mayawne, you will be the greatest father known to man. You will raise your son, and his siblings, with the amount of love anyone would only wish they’re parents had showed them. You will be an amazing father, no matter what your thoughts are telling you.”

He visibly relaxed at your words, shoulders dropping and chest loosening with a deep breath. “Besides, if you step out of line, I will be right there to slap you so hard you will forget you are even a father in the first place.”

Neteyam laughed, but nodded. Even if you were joking in the moment, he knew you would keep to your word. He leaned forward and kissed you lovingly. And though the kiss tasted of salty tears, you loved it. You loved any kiss your husband would give you.

“I see you.” He whispered against your lips, eyes closed and forehead against yours.

You smiled, “I see you.”

"What would you do Hero? The girl? Or the city?" "THE CITY" "Oh? So you would sacrifice one for all? Oh honey, *turns to kidnapped partner, small smirk* I would kill them all just for you,"

superhero romance is actually so fun because what does “I would die for you” mean from a guy who would die for anyone?