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Neteyam Defends You From Ao’nung and His Friends (SFW / Comfort)

Reader is a Fem! Omaticaya! Half Breed ( mom scientist got busy with a Na’vi warrior; both are now dead )

CW: Ao’nung cruel teasing and lowkey kinda evil, words like “freak” are used, Neteyam and Lo’ak got them hands, Neteyam is a cheeky lil’ shit

“Do not get me wrong, Kiri. I am loving spending this time with you. But please tell me what we are looking at,” you politely laughed, amused by Kiri’s wonderment at some wet sand.

“Don’t you see, (y/n). It is beautiful! This place is like a new world!” she beamed as she lifted her head from the shallow water, her now wet hair sticking to her face.

“This place is fascinating! Right down to the grains of sand.”

She promptly stuck her head right back under.

You sighed, shaking your head with a smile as you looked out into the distance.

She wasn’t wrong, this place really was beautiful.

The animals, the reefs, the crystal clear water. All were really a sight to behold. 

And Kiri was your friend, anyways. So as long as she was happy, you were happy.

If only some of the Metkayina felt the same way.

“Look at them! They are just staring at sand,” Rotxo laughed, the sound of slow-moving water coming closer and closer.

Speak of the demon.

Kiri carefully lifted her head from the water once again, giving the group of boys above a perplexed look.

“What’d you say?” she asked, genuinely confused.

“Are you two some kind of….freaks?” Ao’nung asked slowly, earning a couple laughs from his friends behind him.

Kiri scoffed as she stood up, slightly hurt by the comment. “No.”

“Leave us alone, Ao’nung,” you growled, aggressively standing up and coming at eye level with with the boy.

He had been giving you, Kiri, and Lo’ak constant shit since the moment you got there.

So to say that you weren’t his biggest fan would be a vast understatement.

“Are you sure? I mean…look at her,” he laughed, walking around you to get to Kiri, grabbing her hand and holding it up roughly. “You have demon blood. You are aliens.”

Kiri winced in pain at his grip, and you glared, quickly shoving the boy away from your friend.

Ao’nung’s friends hissed, closing you into a circle and waiting for his word to pounce.

“You do not touch her! And she is not a freak,” you spat, your tail swishing in anger.

He could talk all he wanted, but you do not lay hands on someone as close to you as Kiri.

“(y/n), let’s just go. They’re not worth it,” Kiri huffed, trying to find a gap between the boys so she could drag you out.

“Do not think you are safe, either,” Ao’nung shot a quick nod to his friends, all of them suddenly grabbing you.

“Au! Let go of me!” you shouted, thrashing in their hold as they tried their best to hold you still.

“(y/n)!” Kiri exclaimed, trying to push past the circle to get to you, but one of the boys shoved her to the ground, hard.

“Look at your feet,” he laughed, grabbing your ankle and holding it up.

“Five toes? You have just as much demon blood as she does.”

You hissed, swinging over your other foot to kick him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

“(y/n)!” Kiri gasped, eyes wide. 

That was the Olo’eyktan’s son. They were going to be in deep shit for this.

The boy’s that held you tightened their grip, now thrashing you.

They were grabbing so hard, your skin was beginning to bruise.

Ao’nung got up with a scowl on his face, all of his anger aimed directly at you.

“Why you little-!” “Let go of her! a familiar voice ordered darkly, angry footsteps getting louder and louder.

You turned to your left to see an angry Neteyam stalking towards Ao’nung, absolutely livid.

Oh, shit.

You had only seen Neteyam this mad a few times before.

Where his nose was slightly scrunched, his eyebrows creased, and his expression stone cold.

You knew he’d hate it if you said this to him, but he looked a lot like his dad.

“Oh, look. Another freak!” Ao’nung chuckled with a smirk, not taking the boy seriously.

“You heard me. Put her down, now.” Neteyam snarled, getting into Ao’nung’s face without hesitation.

For a quick moment, you could see a flicker of fear flash in Ao’nung’s eyes.

Sure, he had the upper body strength over Neteyam, but no training once soever in how to use it.

Neteyam, on the other hand, had sparred with his brother and father just for situations just like this. 

And his dad was Toruk Makto anyway so…

Ao’nung nodded to the boys that held you, all of them dropping you face first in the sand. 

Fuck.

Neteyam hissed at Ao’nung, giving him a firm shove.

“I said put! Not drop!” 

“You need some help, bro?” Lo’ak casually walked over, noticing the commotion from not so far away.

To be honest, it was making all the adults in the reef stare.

“I have this handled,” Neteyam glared at the Metkayinan boy, before turning to the rest of his friends.

“This is for all of you. If any of you lays a hand on (y/n) or my sister, you will have to answer to me.”

“And me,” Lo’ak chimed seriously, cracking his knuckles in his fist.

You lifted your face from the sand, your face covered with it, and your nose dripping in a little blood.

You had heard everything.

And were incredibly flatter that they were going through so much, just because of this one instance.

“Oh, really?” Ao’nung mused, slowly walking over to you, who was laying down on the ground, stomach facing up.

“So what would you do if I did…this?”

And just like that, he landed a swift and hard kick to the side of your rib.

You let out a pained gasp and clutched your side, curling into yourself to protect in case he tried again.

“ILEY!” Neteyam let out a battle cry, sucker punching Ao’nung in the face before tackling him to the ground.

“Alright!” Lo’ak smiled, jumping into the fight by punching two of Ao’nung’s friends.

As their battle raged on, Kiri ran over to you, carefully pulling you away from the action.

“For Eywa’s sake! Are you okay?!” Kiri frantically asked, concerned.

Now that you were finally starting to regulate your breathing, you were able to speak again.

You would have to thank Tsireya for the breathing lessons.

“I am okay, Kiri,” you assured her, trying your best to sit up. But it only shot more pain through your rib.

You hissed, and she carefully pushed you back down, resting your head in her lap.

“No way. You are in no condition to sit up.”

You sighed, seeing your only option was to watch the fight.

You turned your head to the boys, only to see that the fight was already coming to a close.

The Metkayina boys were slowly starting to run away, one by one, until finally, Ao’nung tucked his tail between his legs and swam back to the village.

Leaving Neteyam and Lo’ak standing victorious, a little bruised, but otherwise okay.

In a fight that was 4 - 2, those boys had lost.

Shameful.

Now that that was done, Neteyam turned his attention to you, and quickly jogged over.

“Is she alright, Kiri?” he asked, worry lacing his tone. 

“Peachy keen,” you said sarcastically, a phrase Norm had taught you back when you lived with the Omaticayans.

“It looks like her rib his bruised, but nothing too serious. She might need help walking, though,” Kiri answered, looking down at you with a sigh.

Neteyam nodded, not hesitating to scoop you up in his arms and carry you, bridal style.

“I’m taking her back to mom so she can patch her up,” he let his two siblings know.

“Alright. We’re righhhht behind you,” Lo’ak knowingly smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at his older brother.

Neteyam sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes at his brother’s antics before starting off.

“That was really cool. What you did for me. Thank you,” you weakly smiled up at him, the sight nearly breaking his heart.

You perfect face was littered with sand, blood, and bruises.

Yet somehow, you still seemed to look gorgeous…no, beautiful under the growing moonlight.

“There is no need to thank. I simply did the right thing,” he played off with a smile, looking off into the distance so you wouldn’t catch him staring.

You slowly lifted your hand, cupping his cheek and turning his to face you, a dark blue hue rising onto his cheeks.

He had a split lip, and a little bit of blood on his ear, the split lip making him look even more handsome ( if that was possible ). 

But other than that, he was pretty much unharmed.

“You did something you didn’t have to do. And I’m thanking you for it,” you gave him a playful poke in the cheek.

“Now accept it.”

He chuckled at your childishness, looking down at your honey eyes with nothing but admiration behind his. 

“What will you do if I don’t?” he smirked, obviously egging you on.

You accepted the challenge, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a rough kiss.

He went wide eyed. the kiss taking him completely by surprise, but he returned it anyway, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly.

You swiped your tongue over his lip, him quickly adjusting his grip on you to one hand so he could tuck a hand in your hair.

You kissed like this for a few more seconds, a couple of intermittent “ews” and “wrap it ups” coming from the brother and sister not too far behind you two. 

As you separated, stupid smiled graces each of your faces.

“Do you accept it now?” you asked with a smirk, cocking an eyebrow.

“I think I still need a little more encouragement,” he smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

You laughed, using your hand to smush his lips way as you approached the village, a furious Jake shouting at Ao’nung on the docks.

aw yeah bluey time

ZOO WEE MAMA

good morning! good start to the day because HOT DAMN RUDY PANKOW.😫

USBCSICBSUXHSH I NEED HIM IN SO MANY UNSPEAKABLE WAYS

imagine taking pics of drew while yall out with his friends and no one else knowing you taking it RAW every night ……. like him all cutesy and funny with his friends and you feel like predator because just watching him interact with his friends has your panties WET .

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW

a pogue!sweetheart!reader series by rafesangelita ©

POGUE PRINCESS AND KOOK KING who would’ve thought that the ultraviolent rafe cameron could fall for the girl who baked sweets for a living? with the island being divided into two parts; figure eight and the cut, the rich and the poor, high class and low class, there’s no room to dabble in both. with the cameron’s being the most prestigious family on kildare island, rafe has a reputation to uphold, and dating a pogue just won’t cut it. once ward gets word of his son’s whirlwind of a romance, he threatens his place to be next in line to run the family business. in the eyes of a man who views everything, even love, to be transactional, ward will do whatever it takes to keep you and rafe apart. with everything rafe worked so hard for on the line, and the unwavering devotion he has for you, he’s torn between the two worlds that should never collide; business and pleasure.

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₊˚⊹♡ PROLOGUE

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

SUMMARY: nothing could’ve ever prepared you for the handsome kook that came crashing into your life.. quite literally. it’s hard to think that at one point you and rafe didn’t know one another, especially since you two have spent every passing day together for the last four months.

₊˚⊹♡ CHAPTER ONE

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: with sarah out of the house, the only sibling that wheezie has to ask to cover for her sneaking out is rafe.. except all ends of their deal goes flying out the window when rafe finds out the party wheezie wants to go to is being thrown on the cut. what started out as an argument soon turned into a confessional as both rafe and wheezie rat each other out, his ‘pogue girlfriend’ included..

₊˚⊹♡ CHAPTER TWO

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

SUMMARY: you were ecstatic when rafe told you that you two would finally be having dinner with his family, having been wanting to meet the people closest to him for months now. however, this so called ‘family dinner’ takes a turn when you and rafe are suddenly sitting at a table with ward who insists on interrogating you about who you are and what your true intentions are with his son..

₊˚⊹♡ CHAPTER THREE

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse than they already did, ward pays you a visit while rafe is out for a business meeting and gives you an ultimatum that only has one end result no matter what choice you decide to make: hurting rafe.

₊˚⊹♡ CHAPTER FOUR

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

SUMMARY: making the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make in your life, rafe is heartbroken, driving himself to damn near insanity before he decides to do something he should’ve done months ago..

₊˚⊹♡ CHAPTER FIVE

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

SUMMARY: finding you when he thought all hope was lost, rafe decides that this is the last time you two will ever be separated.. til’ death do you part.

₊˚⊹♡ CHAPTER SIX

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₊˚⊹♡ CHAPTER SEVEN

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₊˚⊹♡ CHAPTER EIGHT

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Dream face and body rampage

My face and body are absolute perfection. Every detail of my face is flawlessly sculpted to be breathtakingly beautiful. My skin is smooth, radiant, and glowing. My eyes are, captivating, with an absolutely perfect shape. My lips are full and perfectly shaped, complementing my features. Every inch of my face is absolutely mesmerizing, and people can’t help but admire me wherever I go. My face is unforgettable, and everyone is in awe of how beautiful I am.

My body is a work of art. It’s exactly how I want it. Every curve is perfectly placed, and my proportions are flawless. I feel incredible in my body, and it’s impossible not to notice how stunning I look. I feel like I could conquer anything with my dream body because it’s exactly what I’ve always wanted. Every part of me is symmetrical and balanced, creating the most visually pleasing figure.

I’m the girl everyone wants to look like, the one who stands out in any crowd. My beauty is undeniable, and people are constantly drawn to me because of how perfect I look. Whether it’s my flawless face, my perfectly sculpted body, or my radiant energy, I’m the complete package. I can feel the admiration in the air, and I know that I am the ideal of beauty. Every time I look in the mirror, I see the dream version of myself. My features are exactly how I want them, and I feel amazing in my skin. I know I’m the standard of beauty, and I have everything I’ve always dreamed of. My body and face are exactly what I deserve, and I own them. I am stunning, and no one can compare to me. Everyone admires my beauty, and I’m impossible to forget.

YHE THINGS I'D LET HIM DO TO ME

DREW STARKEY at the National Board of Review Annual Awards Gala

What's your type?

weird and obsessed with me

so fucking real

I have the entire twilight saga and 3 bridgerton books that are untouched but i have read every spencer reid fan fic i can find on here

At the beginning of the first Avatar we saw Jake opening his eyes as a human and at the end closing his eyes as a Na'vi

At the start of atwow we see Neteyam's birth followed by his own death at the end of the film

THE PARALLELS-?! 😭