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Pairing: Jasper x Reader Song: Tejano Blue - Cigarettes After Sex “We wanted to fuck with real love. Wanted it sweet, so pure and warm.” Tags: 18+, mentions of death, relationship, established relationship, love, romance, kissing, hickies, neck kissing, biting, biting kink, sexual content, sex, consent, talking you through it, vaginal, vaginal sex, PIV, smut. Y/N: Human fem!reader.  Word Count: 2.2 K Summary: Y/N spends a few weeks savoring special moments with her boyfriend, Jasper, while her parents are away. As they share these intimate experiences, Jasper struggles with his desire to protect her, which clashes with her dream of becoming a vampire so they can be together forever. He finds himself torn between his vampiric instinct and his deep love for her. His internal conflict between his vampiric nature and the desire to maintain his humanity is evident, as he cherishes the warmth and vibrancy she brings into his life.

3RD POV: (Y/N’s Room)

For the next couple of weeks, your parents were off on a business trip, giving you the perfect chance to hang out with your boyfriend. You and Jasper had been together at your house for two days, and now you found yourselves in the middle of a movie marathon featuring all your favorites. Snuggled up together, you were lying in the center of the bed, your head resting comfortably on his chest.

Jasper didn’t really get the vampire movies you were into, he thought they were pretty far-fetched. But his love for you outweighed his dislike for the films. After all, what were a few hours of silly vampire love stories compared to your joy?

He rested his head on your shoulder, gazing at your tear-streaked face. "So, I take it you're quite the fan of these movies, huh?" he asked, genuinely curious. "I just adore how their love story seems to go on forever," you replied. He let out a small sigh before bursting into laughter.

Jasper had some pretty similar feelings about the vampire gift, as did his brother Edward. He thought it should only be given to someone who truly needed it, especially not to the person he cared about the most. For him, becoming a vampire meant losing everything that made someone lovable as a human. The love he had for you would never fade, but the warmth of your cheeks, the rhythm of your heartbeat, and the brightness of your smile would all create a significant emptiness. The spark that once lit up your eyes would now be dimmed, and that thought terrified him.

In his abundant free time, he often found himself deep in thought, reflecting on aging and the harsh reality of eventually facing your death. The idea of losing his one true love was a truly gut-wrenching thought that filled him with an indescribable dread. The thought of living without you was simply unimaginable. He sometimes considered provoking the Volturi, just like Edward did ages ago, but he realized that, unlike Edward, he had no real connections, and they would quickly dispose of him. In a way, a vampiric death almost felt like mercy, a way to escape the pain of your eventual loss. It was as if he were trying to reclaim a piece of his humanity that he had long since abandoned.

"It really loses its magic once you’re in my shoes," he finally said, planting a gentle kiss on your temple that sent a chill racing through your body. "I believe that doing whatever it takes for the one you love is the most romantic thing there is," you replied, softly stroking his thighs while keeping your eyes glued to the TV.

Jasper found himself pondering what life would be like if you were like him. Sure, some of the traits he loves about you might fade away, but he’s convinced that others he holds dear would shine even brighter. The warmth that envelops you might disappear, but he’d never make you feel cold again. The sparkle in your eyes could dim, but a new glimmer, filled with a hint of mischief, would take its place. And while your smile might lean toward something cheeky and playful, to him, it would always remain irresistibly beautiful.

He couldn't imagine a life without you, and honestly, you couldn't see yourself spending even a few days apart from him. There was something about the way he believed you could become like him, but he was willing to give you the space to grow. "Would you ever do something like that for me?" he asked as you turned back to face him. "Anything," you replied, your gaze locking onto his. "Even now?" he pressed, and you nodded, feeling a lump in your throat. He had no plans to act on it, but the excitement in your eyes made his heart race. Leaning in closer, he let his cool lips brush against your neck.

"Jasper," you said, letting yourself sink back onto his bed as he hovered above you. "Your humanity means so much to me, but if this is what you truly want, we can discuss it," he replied, your eyes sparkling with dreams as you gazed up at him. "Wait, what? Really?" you asked, surprised. "We're not changing you just yet. First, we need to talk to Carlisle," he said, softly kissing your neck and jaw with his lips.

"Jaz, please don’t mess with my feelings," you urged, feeling a rush of desire wash over you. "I’d do anything for you." He leaned in close, his breath cold against your ear, and playfully nipped at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

If you had placed Jasper in this exact spot years ago, he would have been absolutely convinced he might lose control. But now, after spending all this time with you, he feels a newfound confidence in this strength he’s developed. It’s all about staying close to you while still being careful.

"All I want is you, Jaz," you said, your hands gripping his forearms tightly as you looked up at him with those big, pleading puppy dog eyes that always melted his heart. He let out a soft "hmm," savoring the warmth of your fingers gliding over his chilly skin. That warmth of yours was something he cherished deeply. If he had the chance, he’d bury his face in your neck and drift off to sleep there for hours, feeling completely at peace.

Jasper would truly treasure the opportunity to be human right there beside you. But you, on the other hand, long for the exact opposite. You dream of becoming a vampire, just so you can stay close to him. Imagine spending all those days like this, beneath him, never feeling exhausted or worn out. It would mean you could genuinely protect him, instead of being this weak, fragile human that you feel you are.

"You have no idea how much I'm holding back right now," Jasper mentioned, feeling the venom surging through his veins, the intense desire to sink his teeth into you and put an end to this struggle. The image of your blood flowing down his throat only fueled his craving further. He was determined not to let a single drop go to waste. Just a taste of you would send him into pure ecstasy. "Maybe you don’t have to hold back," you said, your hands softly caressing his forearms, which made him let out a gentle hum.

"You really have no clue what you're asking of me," he said, his voice dropping a few tones, thick with that charming country accent. Slowly, he leaned in closer, pressing his lips softly against your neck, then teasingly brushing his teeth along your jawline, which made you giggle.

"I know exactly what I want from you," you said, softly cradling his face to make sure he looked into your eyes. Without a moment's pause, he started to unbutton your blouse, tossing it aside to reveal the black lace bra underneath, which matched your panties perfectly. It had become a bit of a tradition for you to skip wearing shorts or pants whenever you were in the comfort of your own room.

His eyes wandered over your figure as you rested your hands on the coolness of his forearms. "You’re going to be a dangerous vampire, Y/N. Not just to humans, but to other vampires too, especially me," Jasper said, leaning down to playfully kiss the soft skin of your chest, leaving behind small hickeys.

"Will I be just as dangerous as you?" Your breath hitched as he playfully nibbled at your skin. "Even more so," he said, resting his cheek against your chest for a moment, savoring the warmth and the steady beat of your heart, his favorite sound above all else. "You’re definitely going to give Rose a run for her money."

"How about I show you just how 'dangerous' I can be?" you teased, placing your hands on Jasper's shoulders and switching places with him. He leaned back against the headboard of your bed while you settled comfortably on his lap, facing him. "Hm," he replied with a low hum. Jasper didn’t know he could see you as even more of a goddess than he already did, but oh, how wrong he was.

Jasper had the kind of strength that could easily overpower you, letting him act on his vampire instincts without a second thought. But deep down, he couldn’t deny that a part of him was genuinely curious about your potential. It wouldn’t be honest of him to say he didn’t long to be overpowered by the love of his life. True to his gentlemanly nature, he was ready to cater to your desires. Once you transformed into someone like him, he knew you’d likely outshine him in strength during those first few months of your new life. Honestly, he was very excited to see just how much you could push him to his limits.

Without a second thought, you pressed your lips against his, feeling his hand wrap around your waist while one of yours found its way into his golden hair. His thumb playfully brushed against the lace of your panties as your tongues intertwined. For him, these moments with you were precious chances to pull you from the depths of his memory. He cherished the way your hair flowed over your shoulders, how your eyelashes sparkled with tears, making your eyes shine, and the soft curves of your body.

If Rosalie and Emmett were completely consumed by their passion when they first met, and Bella and Edward's connection was even more intense after Bella's transformation, then you and Jasper would take it to a whole new level once you became like them. Jasper could already picture it, your bare back arched as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. Your skin would shimmer in the warm glow of the fireplace in his room after you moved in with the Cullen’s. You two would be like wild animals in heat.

"What’s on your mind?" Your voice broke through his daydream. You were sitting on his lap, still facing him, hands resting on your hips with an eyebrow arched playfully. He might have chuckled if he weren’t so captivated by the girl he adored, dressed in nothing but her bra and panties. "Sorry about that," he murmured, covering your hands just as you were about to pull them away to start unbuckling his belt.

"A lady like you shouldn't have to do this for me. Let me take care of it," Jasper said, stepping in to unbuckle his belt and carelessly tossing it aside into your room, just like he had done with your blouse earlier. He then took off his hoodie, unzipped his pants, and revealed his already erect dick from his boxers.

"Take your time, sweetheart. There’s no need to rush into anything that doesn’t feel right," he said, softly kissing the tip of your nose as he watched you slowly slide off your panties. "You’re everything I’ve ever wanted," you replied, your eyes locked onto his, brimming with desire. In that moment, he felt the weight of your longing wash over him completely.

As you slowly lowered yourself onto him, he could feel the warmth wrapping around him, which made another soft hum escape his lips. "Y/N, I’m sorry, but I can’t stay still like this," Jasper said, pinning you down on the bed while still inside you. He moved carefully, making sure not to cause any discomfort, gently nibbling at your neck again as he expertly worked to unclip your bra.

"J… Jaz," you managed to gasp between whimpers and moans, this was pure ecstasy for a human. A wave of guilt washed over you, knowing he had to hold himself back, and you could only imagine how that felt for him. If you were a vampire, he could unleash his wild side without restraint. "I’m sorry you have to hold back," you said, looking up at him as he lifted his head to meet your gaze. "Don’t worry about it, darling. This is just as heavenly for me as it is for you," he replied, maintaining his rhythm inside you.

Jasper POV: (Hours Later)

I felt like my life was absolutely perfect, with Y/N curled up in my arms, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. It was honestly the cutest thing ever, and I wouldn’t trade that moment for anything in the world. I did everything I could to convince her to stay human, to live life and grow old with me. Anyone who said Y/N was stubborn was definitely onto something.

Alice had already seen it, Y/N savoring the joy of being barefoot in the woods as she raced ahead of us all. Her gently resting her head on my chest during family movie nights, her little battles with her appetite, and those expressive dark eyes of hers when we didn’t feed well enough. Honestly, Y/N would make an incredible vampire, a fantastic addition to our family.

"Jasper," Y/N's sleepy voice pulled me from my thoughts as she rested her hand on my bare chest, her warmth spreading in the spot where my heart would beat. "You’re awake," I said, looking down at her while she gazed up at me. In a heartbeat, her lips found mine, and I eagerly kissed her back, wrapping my arm around her waist to pull her closer.

"I'll Try For You"

Pairing: A’onung x Reader Song: Me Gustas Tu- Manu Chao “Me gusta la mar, me gustas tu” Tags: fluff and angst, light angst, argument, comfort, family, friends, friendship, friends to lovers, slow build, love, happy ending, protectiveness, emotional comfort, mutual pining, sweet, confessions. Y/N: Metkayina fem!reader Word Count: 1.3 K Summary: As tensions rise, a confrontation between A'onung and Lo'ak turns into a physical fight, and Y/N jumps in to break it up. Later, in a quiet moment, Y/N tends to A'onung's injuries and questions him about his reckless behavior, urging him to grow up if he wants to follow in his father's footsteps as the clan leader. He opens up about wanting to impress her, leading to a heartfelt conversation where she encourages him to embrace who he truly is instead of giving in to peer pressure.

3RD POV: (Metkayina Beach Shore)

"Is that supposed to be a tail?" Rotxo chuckled, pointing at the Sully boy's tails, while A'onung shot them a disdainful look. "Definitely not. They're way too thin and small. They'll sink like stones when they try to swim," A'onung never got to finish his sentence because his sister, Tsireya, interjected. "Enough already. Rotxo, A'onung."

As you emerged from the water, curious about the noise, not long before Tsireya showed up. You noticed A'onung pausing with whatever he was doing. Naturally, you felt the urge to leave your spot next to Tsireya to keep an eye on the Sully kids. You often found yourself disapproving of the way A'onung and his friends chose to have fun. While you had never seen him actually bully anyone, you still couldn’t stand it and made sure to call him out on it nearly every time.

"Toruk Makto [Rider of Last Shadow] and his family will be staying with us. We need to treat them like our own brothers and sisters. Let’s show them our ways so they won’t feel the sting of being overlooked." Tonowari's strong voice echoed through the crowd, causing some teenagers to roll their eyes in irritation, while the adults exchanged wary glances, uncertain about whether to place their trust in the Sullys.

"My son, A’onung, and my daughter, Tsireya, will guide your children on what to do," Tonowari said, gesturing toward his kids while keeping his focus on Jake. "Father, why-" A’onung started to object, clearly not concerned about your presence at that moment. "It is decided," Tonowari interrupted, raising his hand to quiet his son. "Come, let me show you where you’ll be staying," Tsireya said, and you couldn’t help but notice how the youngest Sully boy kept stealing glances at her.

(Weeks Later, Beach Shore)

"And there you go," you said, settling down on the shore beside Kiri, feeling the gentle waves brush against your legs before retreating. "This is the latest addition to your waytelem [song cord], marking your arrival to the Metkayina olo' [clan]." You continued chatting as you handed Kiri her song cord back. Kiri struck you as a shy girl, at least that’s how she seemed during all the time you spent together. She couldn’t escape the teasing from A'onung and his friends, and let’s be honest, it would be a stretch to say it didn’t bother her, even if she acted like it didn’t faze her at all.

"I need to take these shells to a few families in the clan, so please wait for me here. I won’t be long," you said, cradling the basket as you stood. Kiri simply nodded, her attention glued to her waytelem [song cord]. She had been unusually quiet lately, only really opening up to her brothers. "Lor [beautiful/pleasant to look at]," Kiri whispered softly as you stepped into the mauri pods.

"What are you up to?" A’onung’s voice suddenly broke the silence, making Kiri jump and whip her head around. "Is that... your waytelem [song cord]? Y/N helped you improve it, didn’t she?" one of the boys beside A’onung chimed in, and Kiri just nodded in response. "Y/N helps the clan with their waytelem [song cord], it’s part of her role. Poe srung nga lumpe [she help you why/why did she help you]. You’re not one of us," A’onung said, pressing his fingers against his temple in frustration.

"I’m just as much a part of this clan as you are," Kiri declared, fully aware of how to stand her ground against those who got under her skin. "Keep dreaming, alien girl. Who knows, maybe one day a clan will actually take you in," A'onung retorted, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

"I thought I told you to stop bothering my sister," Lo'ak said, stepping out from behind Kiri to help her get back on her feet. "Look at the alien boy coming to the rescue of the alien girl, how sweet," A'onung teased, crossing his arms. Kiri shot him a glare and retorted, "stop calling us that."

"At first, you managed to sneak your way into our clan, but now you can't take a few jokes? You really don’t belong here. All you bring is chaos and destruction. Especially you," A’onung said, pointing a finger at Kiri. "All you do is hang out with Y/N and my sister. If anything were to happen to them, oe Eywa srung [me Eywa help/Eywa help me]."

"I would never hurt them! How could you even think I’d do something like that?" Kiri exclaimed, her brow furrowed in frustration. "Just let her be, A’onung," Lo’ak chimed in, gripping Kiri’s wrist as he tried to push past A’onung, who quickly stepped in his way. "And where do you think you’re going?" A’onung challenged.

A’onung had a real talent for pushing Lo’ak’s buttons, and it eventually led to a punch right in the face. Before anyone could even process what was going on, Lo’ak, A’onung, and his buddies were thrown into a huge brawl. "What are you all doing? This is so childish," Kiri said with an exasperated sigh, trying to stop her brother from getting into trouble by fighting.

"What’s going on here?" Your surprised voice cut through the chaos, instantly halting the boys' fight, which was such a relief. "Skxawngs [idiots]! A’onung, come to my house right now, the rest of you get lost!" You said, turning your attention to Kiri, gently placing your hands on her shoulders. "Kiri, my dear, are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?" You looked her over carefully as she shook her head, returning your worry with a warm smile.

(Y/N Mauri Pod)

"How could you be so reckless?" you said, gently applying sap to A’onung’s wounds. "You weren’t supposed to see that," he replied, disappointment lacing his voice. "Ke nga ‘eveng [not you child/you are not a child]," you shot back, shaking your head in frustration. "If you really want to step into your father's shoes and become the next olo'eyktan [clan leader], this isn’t the way to go," you sighed.

"Who are you really trying to impress? Those so-called friends of yours? The women in the clan? How ridiculous," you began to say again, but A’onung cut you off. "You! I’m trying to impress you. You’ve never even glanced my way, and just when you finally started to, the Sully’s showed up, and you turned your back on me again."

"Do you honestly think this will impress me? Teasing our friends?" you shot back just as A’onung stood up, gripping your wrists tightly as he towered over you. "Ke fko 'eylan [not they friend/they are not my friends]," he growled, his tail flicking behind him.

"How can you even say that? They’re the only ones who truly deserve to be your friends. Do you have any idea what your so-called friends say about you when you’re not around?" you said, finally breaking free from his grip. "Lewng [shame]. Kemuia [dishonor]. Heykahaw [boring]. Lekye’ung [crazy]." you pronounced slowly, making sure to emphasize each word as your finger pressed against A’onung’s chest with every syllable.

"You’ll never accomplish anything like your father did, ne kemuia soaia [to dishonor family/dishonor to your family]," you said, lifting your head to meet A’onung’s gaze, only to see tears welling up in his eyes. "Do you really think I don’t know that? I’d rather hang out with those who talk behind my back than with demons like the Sully’s," he shot back.

"Nga ronsem tstu si [you mind close/you’re closed minded]," you said, trying to break free from his grip in frustration, but he tightened his hold on your wrist. "Please don’t be upset, Y/N. Fmi ohe po nga [try I for you/I’ll try for you]," he said, using his other hand to wipe away his tears while looking straight into your eyes.

“A’onung, I’ve always admired the kind soul you have, and I won’t be fooled by the mask you’re trying to wear right now. Fmi rutxe latem [try please change/please try to change]," you said, turning to face him fully. "I will, I promise," he replied again, tears welling up in his eyes, which made you let out a sigh. "Kehe tsngawpay [no tears/don’t cry]," you whispered as you stood on your tiptoes and pulled him close, resting his head against your chest, causing him to lean in and let his arms go limp.

My Wolf Pack

Pairing: Paul x Reader Song: White Winter Hymnal- Fleet Foxes “I was following the pack, all swaddled in their coats with scarves of red tied round their throats, to keep their little heads from falling in the snow.” Tags: aged up characters, family, found family, siblings, friendships, humor, fluff, relationship, established relationships, love, cute romance, romance, pining, mutual pining, light-hearted, sweet, kissing. Y/N: Werewolf, Jacob’s twin, fem!reader Word Count: 2.5 K Summary: In Y/N's room, the story showcases the deep bond she and Paul share. Their playful banter highlights the depth of their relationship, rooted in their unique experiences as werewolves. Later, everyone gathers around a cozy bonfire, enjoying a lovely evening filled with s'mores and camaraderie. Sam strums a familiar tune on his guitar that strikes a chord with the group. As Y/N joins in on the singing, with Embry and Quil adding their rhythm, the atmosphere becomes lively and vibrant. Bella observes the joy and sense of belonging among the werewolves, which makes her reflect on the warmth of their connection. This stands in stark contrast to her past experiences with vampires, leading her to contemplate the value of a werewolf's life compared to that of a vampire.

3RD POV: (Emily’s House)

"Are you all feeling hungry? As if I even need to ask," Emily said with a playful grin as she set a big plate of muffins down on the round table where Jared and Embry were sitting. You were still in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess from helping Emily with the baking, your back turned to them. "I actually helped out this time," you chimed in, before turning around to catch a glimpse of Bella.

"Who’s this?" Emily asked, glancing between Bella, Jared, and Embry. "Bella Swan, obviously," Jared answered, taking a big bite of his muffin. "So, she’s the vampire girl," you blurted out without thinking. "And you... you’re all." Bella started to say something, but Emily jumped in. "Werewolves. I’m engaged to one, but these guys..." Emily playfully smacked Embry’s hand as he reached for another muffin. "Save some for your brothers."

"I’m a werewolf," you said, raising your hand shyly to catch Bella’s attention as she made her way to the table with muffins. "Classic Jacob, always finding a way around Sam’s gag order," Emily chimed in, shooting you a playful grin before turning back to Bella. "He didn’t say anything… or, well, he couldn’t," Bella replied, shaking her head as she tried to defend Jacob.

"It's just how it is with us wolves, we have to stick to the Alpha's orders, like it or not," you said as you stepped out of the kitchen and made your way to the table where everyone was. "You shouldn't say that to her," Jared started to say, but Embry cut in, "Jacob's going to tell her anyway."

The four of you, Emily, Jared, Embry, and yourself, shared a knowing look before Jared decided to speak up again. "Yeah, I know all the crazy things he thinks," he said, taking another bite of his muffin. Then, he turned to Bella with a mischievous smile and asked, "Want to know what he really thinks of you?"

"You don’t need some sort of superpower to figure that out," Emily said, trying to hold back her laughter with her hand. "It's just a wolf thing. We can read each other's thoughts. It's great for hunting, but pretty awkward for everything else. Especially for Y/N here." Embry added, just before you playfully smacked the back of his head to hush him. "Are you feeling freaked out yet?" Jared teased, a smirk dancing on his lips and an eyebrow raised as he glanced at Bella.

Bella locked eyes with him and said, "You’re not the first mind reader I’ve come across." Embry, grinning at Bella, added, "Jake’s right, you really have a knack for the unusual." Bella then interjected, "But I’m a bit lost. How? Why?"

"Things are getting pretty concerning around here," Sam's voice called out from behind Bella, making her turn to see him standing by the now wide-open door. "And they're only getting worse," he continued, sending a chill down her spine as he moved closer to Emily, his affection for her clear as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

Jacob and Paul's laughter filled the air as they stepped into the house right behind Sam. You, along with Jared and Embry, gathered around them, eager to hear what had gone down, and your eyes caught sight of a scar on Paul's arm. "What on earth happened to you?" you asked, gripping his bicep to get a better look at the mark. "Spill it," Embry chimed in, reaching out his hand toward Jared, who reluctantly handed over five dollars.

(Day’s Later, Emily’s Backyard)

"If the redhead is after Bella, then we’ve got some bait," Jared said, just as Jacob grabbed a four-pronged spading fork and tossed it toward Jared's head, which he caught with ease. "Bella isn’t bait," Jacob shot back. You were sitting between your boyfriend, Paul, and Jared, while Jacob, Bella, Embry, Sam, and Emily filled the picnic table, all of you enjoying a hearty breakfast together.

"Maybe I should just leave town," Bella suggested, but Sam quickly shook his head, clearly not on board with the idea. "She'll go after you, and that’ll make it tougher for us to catch her." "I really don’t think she can be caught. She’s good at slipping away from anything," she added, and then Paul, who had one hand resting on your thigh, chimed in, "Wow, she really has some special skills."

"Some of them do," Bella said, taking a bite of her pancakes, which made everyone turn to look at her, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "The mind reader you mentioned? He was a bloodsucker? Can they all do that?" you asked, tilting your head in confusion. "That would be totally insane," Embry jumped in after you finished speaking. "I... probably shouldn't have," Bella replied, then firmly added, "no."

"She keeps protecting them," Paul remarked, moving his hand from your thigh to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. "I just don’t get it. They didn’t even stick around to look out for you, girl." You shot a sympathetic look at Bella. "Come on, everyone, give her some room," Jacob chimed in, his eyes filled with understanding, but Bella just shrugged in response.

(Weeks Later, Emily’s Front Porch)

"Are you really sure this is the best decision? Remember, I’m the 'vampire girl,' right?" Bella said to Jacob, who stood next to her as Jared, Paul, Embry, and Quil rushed out of the house, with you trailing behind at a more relaxed pace. You took a moment at the charming front porch, leaning against the post that held up the roof while you waved at Bella, feeling a lot less shy than when you first met her.

"Guess who's back!" Embry shouted, his face lighting up with a huge grin. Bella was really starting to feel at home with her friends here. "Hey Bella!" Quil called out as she turned to him, her face a mix of surprise and joy. "Quil, is that really you?" she asked, and he nodded, saying, "I finally joined the pack. It's awesome to have you here, Bella. Maybe we can take a break from Jake's nonstop thoughts for a bit."

"I really hope Bella decides to give me a call," Paul started, playfully poking fun at Jacob and his usual thoughts. "Honestly, I hope she doesn’t call," Jared jumped in, and Embry added, "Maybe I should just be the one to call Bella." Quil then chimed in with a grin, "Or I could call Bella and just hang up!" The playful banter continued until Jacob finally said, "Alright, that’s enough now." Bella smiled as the guys engaged in some light roughhousing, then she lifted her head to look at you, your warm smile meeting her gaze.

Bella spots a slender girl with short hair making her way out of Emily’s house from behind you, and then she gracefully descends the steps to join the guys. "Bella, this is Leah Clearwater. She’s Harry’s daughter," Jacob explained as Bella’s eyes locked onto her. "I’m really sorry about your dad," Bella said sincerely. "If you’re here to give Jacob a hard time again, you might as well just leave," Leah shot back before moving on. Leah seemed nothing like Y/N, or at least that’s how Bella saw it.

(Weeks Later, Y/N’s Room)

"Hey, can you give me your attention for a sec?" Paul said, leaning a bit to catch your eye. You were sprawled out on your stomach on the bed right next to him, completely absorbed in your book. "I've been looking forward to reading this for ages, but I finally found a moment now that we have the bonfire later," you said, turning to him with a warm smile.

"Oh, come on, just for a little while! I’ll even read the book for you," Paul said, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. If the pack were here, they’d definitely have a field day teasing him. "Hmm... you really want my attention that much? What’s in it for me?" you asked, setting your book aside and leaning in closer, your foreheads almost touching.

"Anything you want," Paul said, leaning in a bit closer, his lips nearly brushing against yours. But you playfully pulled back, giving him a gentle push onto your bed and settling on top of him. "What about that dress I saw at that store I liked and then taking me to homecoming?" you asked, resting your hands on his chest for support. "Whatever my baby wants," he replied, his hand softly resting on your thigh.

Anyone who knew Paul could easily see just how obsessed he was with you. It was almost like you had him wrapped around your finger, ready to do anything you asked. Some might say it was the imprint that caused this, but honestly, he’s always been this way. Back in your younger days, he would often swing by your house just to catch a glimpse of you, frequently using Jacob as an excuse to be close to you.

After he phased, he completely cut ties with Jacob, and it was obvious how much that impacted your brother. Thankfully, he had other friends to keep him busy, so he didn’t dwell on it for too long. You went several months without seeing Paul after that, and once you phased a few days after your brother, you found solace in the chilly embrace of the forest.

Naturally, Sam was quick to find and help you, his surprise clear as day when he realized you weren’t a guy. He offered you comfort, a sense of belonging, and friends, taking you to Emily’s house where the rest of the pack had gathered. You stepped into the house wearing only Sam’s oversized jacket, which he generously lent you after you transformed back into your natural form. Your scratched and dirty feet barely grazed the cabin floor, and your bruised knees were hard to miss as Emily guided you to her bathroom.

That’s when you caught sight of him, Paul, and it felt like the world around you just froze. The moment was electric, leaving a mark on both of you. No one really got how a female werewolf operated, and being the first of your kind made you a crucial ally for Sam. If more female werewolves were to come into the picture, you’d be there to help them, just like he had helped you navigate your own struggles. Sam often wished he could have done more for you, but to you, Emily was more than enough, and now with Paul by your side and a community that included your brother, you felt stronger than ever.

"You’re so incredibly sweet to me," you said, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. He smiled and placed his hand on your lower back. "Like I said, anything you want, babe," he replied as you pulled back and sat up straight on him.

(Later During Day, Jacob’s Backyard, Bonfire Night)

"Are you sure this is okay? I really hate being an uninvited guest at parties," Bella said as she strolled next to Jacob, making her way to his backyard. "Actually, you’re crashing a council meeting. Just take a look around. The council leaders, my dad, Quil’s grandpa, and Sue Clearwater are all here. She stepped in for Harry after he passed away," Jacob explained, nudging Bella to focus on what was in front of them.

"Okay, maybe I shouldn't be here after all," Bella said, feeling her nerves kick in. "You're good. They thought it would help you to learn about the tribe's histories," Jacob replied with a nonchalant shrug. Bella pressed on, "The tribe's histories? Aren't those meant to be kept secret?"

"If I had known, I would have picked a better outfit," Bella started, but she was interrupted by a tall, lanky boy who walked over, his eyes locked onto Jacob with those puppy dog eyes. "You finally made it! Paul has been gobbling up the food, but I saved you a couple of burgers. Y/N even brought stuff for s'mores!"

"Thanks for the heads up! Bella, this is Seth Clearwater, Leah’s younger brother. He’s the newest member of the pack," Jacob introduced, as Seth’s excited gaze shifted from Jacob to Bella. "The newest, the greatest, the brightest," he began, but Jacob jumped in with a grin, "and the slowest." With a playful move, Jacob put Seth in a headlock, ruffling his hair as they both laughed until a whistle caught their attention, prompting Seth to lead Jacob and Bella over to the circle.

"Our magic comes alive as they draw near," Jacob's father continued the story, bringing it to an end. "We can feel it now, the danger running through our veins. A terrible force is looming ahead. We all need to brace ourselves. Every single one of us." While Leah rested her arm on her brother's shoulder, Paul turned to you, your eyes locked on the bonfire, its warm glow illuminating your face as Jake held Bella's hand, trying to ease her worries.

(Few Hours Later)

There you were, surrounded by the wolf pack and Bella, all huddled around the crackling bonfire. "Who’s ready for some s'mores?" you asked, holding the bag of marshmallows in your lap. Paul had his arm casually draped over your shoulders, insisting you wear his jacket to stay warm. It might seem a little silly for a werewolf to feel chilly, but he loved being the helpful one, so you just went with it.

"Did you pack the graham crackers and chocolate?" Seth asked, his mouth practically watering at the thought. Paul dug through his backpack and pulled out those goodies for Seth, who was sitting with the group and ready to share. "Time for s’mores and ghost stories!" Jared exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in excitement. "Ghost stories?" Bella chimed in, glancing around a bit nervously, now wrapped in Jacob’s jacket. Emily was the only other one wearing a jacket, Sam’s, as they both felt the chill in the air.

"It’s a tradition among the pack," Embry said with a playful grin at Bella. "Unless you’re too scared," Jared chimed in, trying to give Bella a little scare with his smirk. "Of course I’m scared. I’m not exactly into creepy stories or horror movies," Bella shot back, shaking her head as Jacob gave her a reassuring pat on the back. "Come on, Jared, stop teasing her. You know your stories are the worst," Emily jumped in.

"We're skipping the spooky stories today because I've got this with me," Sam said, reaching behind him to grab his guitar and settling it on his lap. "How about you play us something?" you suggested, your words a bit muffled as you popped a marshmallow into your mouth and casually rested a leg on Paul’s thigh.

Sam kicked off the instrumental of a well-loved song that everyone in the pack instantly recognized, a melody that truly brought you all together. It was White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes. As you savored the last bit of marshmallow in your mouth, you couldn’t help but join in on the chorus, gripping Paul’s hand while Embry and Quil stomped their feet, creating a lively rhythm.

Bella looked around, soaking in the pure joy that lit up everyone’s faces. There was a real sense of community here. While it might not compare to the centuries-long lives of vampires, it was lively and warm, something she had always treasured. In this moment, she found herself wondering if she could trade her life with the vampires for that of the werewolves.

"Let Me Protect You"

Pairing: Glenn x Reader Song: Someone To Stay “Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?” Tags: found family, death, character death, blood, angst, speaking about cannibalism, him protecting you, protectiveness, hurt/comfort, trauma, emotional comfort, established relationship, relationship, love, romance, fear of losing each other. Y/N: Fem!reader Word Count: 1.2 K Summary: At St. Sarah’s Church, you find yourself sharing a meal with Glenn and Judith. Abraham is all about teamwork, especially when it comes to Judith's future. Meanwhile, outside, Sasha can’t shake off her worries about Bob’s sudden disappearance, which leads to a heated argument with Gabriel, who’s feeling the weight of his past decisions. The tension rises when the group finally finds Bob, injured and shaken, as he shares the details of a terrifying attack. In a quieter moment, you and Glenn open up about your fears of losing one another, and he offers you a heartfelt reassurance of his commitment.

3RD POV: (St. Sarah’s Church)

“Yummy,” you exclaimed, sitting beside Glenn as he enjoyed his meal. Judith was happily perched on your lap, her little hand raised, eager to share a bite with you. “Join us, let’s work together to make the world a better place for that little one. Do it for yourselves too,” Abraham encouraged, glancing at Rick. Rick met Judith’s gaze, and she responded with an adorable coo. “I have a feeling she gets what I’m about to suggest. Count me in; if she’s on board, then we’re all in.”

"You want to stay with your aunty, right?" you said in a playful, baby-like voice while Judith rested her tiny hand on your cheek. Sasha came over with her arms wide open, a bright smile lighting up her face. "My brother has spent so much time with her, can I have a turn?" she asked, her eyes locking onto yours as you gently passed Judith to her. "Here you go," you replied, leaning your head against Glenn's shoulder as she walked away.

"Are you still hungry?" Glenn asked, lifting a piece of meat from his plate toward your lips, which you gladly accepted. "Thanks, babe, but you should eat too; you need it just as much," you said, covering your mouth as you chewed. "How about I feed you instead?" you grinned, grabbing his spoon, scooping up some mashed potatoes from his plate, and bringing it to his mouth. "Open wide," you encouraged, your smile growing as Glenn took the bite.

"I really treasure the moments where you take care of me," Glenn said, his mouth clear of food. "We’ve got to be there for each other, especially after what happened to Dad. Honestly, aside from Maggie, you’re all I have left." You said this while looking into his deep chocolate eyes, holding onto all your hopes and dreams, promising yourself that you would never leave Glenn's side again.

(Right Outside St. Sarah’s Church)

"Someone's watching us," Sasha whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as you hung back a little. "Is that why you're out here alone? You know it's not safe right now," you shot back, crossing your arms. "Bob's out there somewhere, scared and all by himself," Sasha added.

"We can't just go without a clear purpose, especially not now," you said, shaking your head as Sasha shot you a glance. "Without a purpose? It's Bob out there! What if it were Glenn instead?" she shot back, her voice getting louder. "Sasha-" you started, but she was already making her way back into the church. "Sasha, wait up," you called after her, trying to keep up.

(St. Sarah’s Church)

"Everything is connected," Sasha exclaimed, her frustration palpable as she marched angrily toward Gabriel, with you trailing behind her. "We’re being watched, and now three of us are missing!" Gabriel looked shaken, clearly unsettled by Sasha’s anger and the gun she had pointed at him. "Stop!" you shouted. "Sasha, put the gun down." Tyreese stepped in, trying to calm her down. "Who’s out there? Where are our people? Where are they?!" Sasha pressed on, her voice rising. "I’m not involved in this," Gabriel stammered, swallowing hard.

"Why did you bring us here? Are you working with someone?" Sasha asked, her brow furrowing. "I’m all alone, just me," Gabriel replied, his gaze dropping to the ground. "‘You’ll pay for this’ that was meant for you, but why? What are you ready to endure? What have you done?" Rick shifted gears, diving into his interrogation.

"I always make sure to lock the doors at night," Gabriel said, his voice trembling as he fought back tears. "They started coming, my congregation. They were looking for a safe haven, and it was still so early. But the doors were closed tight. There were so many of them, trying to pry open the shutters, banging on the sides, crying out for me. The dead came for them. Whole families calling my name as they were torn apart, begging for my mercy." By now, Gabriel was in tears. You gasped in shock at his emotional outburst, while Glenn gently placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, standing close by.

"I’ve buried it all," Gabriel exclaimed, his voice trembling. "The Lord has brought you here to finally deliver my punishment. I’m cursed, cursed from long ago. I always make sure the doors are locked." He paused, his eyes darting toward the window. "There’s someone out there, lying in the grass," Glenn said, now staring outside.

(Outside St Sarah’s Church)

"Oh no! Bob! Bob!" Sasha cried out as she hurried over to Bob, who was sprawled out on the grass. "Get him inside, we’ll take care of the walkers," Rick instructed, pulling his gun from his waistband. "Please, I need help! Help me!" Sasha begged, her brother Tyreese giving her a quick glance before stepping in to lend a hand. 

You stood there, frozen, unable to tear your eyes away from the chaos. That was until Glenn's strong arm wrapped around you, turning you into the safety of his embrace to shield you from the terrifying scene. With his other hand, he pulled out his gun and joined the others in fending off the walkers trying to break into the church.

(St Sarah’s Church)

"I found myself in the graveyard. Someone knocked me out cold. When I finally came to, I was outside this building that looked like a school. There was that guy, Gareth, along with five others. They were actually feasting on my leg right in front of me," Bob recounted, leaning back against one of the church's pews. 

"Did they have Daryl and Carol?" Rick asked, worry etched on his face. "Gareth said they drove off," Bob groaned. "He’s in so much pain, do we have anything to help him?" Sasha asked, her eyes darting around the room. "I think there are some painkillers in the first aid kit," you replied just as Bob lifted his shirt to show a walker bite. "Save the meds, it happened at the food bank."

Sasha looked at Bob, her eyes filled with sadness, and softly said, "It's okay." Gabriel, glancing at Sasha, added, "I have a sofa in my office. I know it’s not much, but it should give him some comfort." "Thank you," she responded. "I've got him," Tyreese said as he started to help Bob toward the office.

Once everyone had left, you settled into the church pew next to Glenn, both of you exchanging glances. "Maybe... if we had acted faster, we could have saved Bob. I shouldn’t have held Sasha back," your voice quivered as you shared your feelings. "We had no way of knowing where he was, and he got bitten at the food bank. Sweetheart, it’s nobody’s fault, especially not yours," Glenn replied softly, cradling your face and gazing into your eyes.

"Those people from before are back. This fear reminds me of the time we stood up against the governor," you said, tears streaming down your cheeks as Glenn moved in closer to wrap you in a warm embrace. "I won’t let anyone hurt you again," he vowed.

"I’m so scared I might lose you, like after what happened with the governor, and the thought of that terrifies me. I can't even picture my life without you," you said, resting your chin on his shoulder as tears rolled down your cheeks. "We won't be apart again, remember? You promised I wouldn't need to keep a picture of you anymore," Glenn said, giving you a gentle pat on the back.

“My Safe Place”

Pairing: Mitch x Reader Song: Rosemary - Deftones “Stay with me as we cross the empty skies. Come and sail with me.” Tags: AU!Modern, friends, school, established relationship, sweet relationship, boyfriend in band, comforting him, romance, fluff, comfort, playful kissing. Y/N: Fem!reader Word Count: 1 K Summary: At Ericson's Boarding School, Y/N stumbles upon Mitch in the music room, clearly feeling the pressure about his band's upcoming festival performance. She takes a moment to reassure him, reminding him just how talented he really is. Later, backstage, Mitch opens up about his nerves, and Y/N is right there, offering her support and helping him find the confidence to face his performance jitters.

3RD POV: (Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youth, Locker Hall)

"Once a year, it's as if this is the only time the school does something fun," Louis said, resting against his locker while you poked around in yours to see if it was still there for later on. "What do you expect? This is a boarding school, our fun is clearly not high on their priority list."

"Anyway, what are you looking for?" Louis asked, leaning his head into your locker, barely a foot nearer than yours. "So, you know how Mitch has been totally stressed out because his band is performing at the festival this year? I made him a bracelet to remind him of me while he's up there on stage, but my locker is a mess right now!" you said.

"Maybe you should have hidden it in a safer place." Louis commented, pulling his head out of your locker and shrugging. "What’s she doing now?" Violet's voice rang out from behind you as she fist bumped Louis, clearly greeting him. "Looking for something that’s probably lost in the disaster of her locker." he said just as you saw the bracelet, leaning into your locker and letting out a sigh of relief.

"I think she found it," Violet said, shrugging at you as you got out of your locker and slammed it shut. "Now that we're done here, can we move onto lunch?" Louis asked, jabbing his thumb towards the cafeteria’s way. "You guys can go ahead without me. I need to take care of something first," you said before heading down to the far end of the hallway.

(Music Room)

"I knew I'd find you here." Your voice echoed in the music room when you dropped your backpack on the ground. You noticed Mitch on the couch, still busy cleaning his guitar. "I just needed a quiet space to think," he said, not taking his eyes off the guitar.

"I hope I’m not interrupting your time of reflection," you said softly, sliding the bracelet into your pocket to hide it from him, before sitting down next to him, your shoulders touching. "Not at all, never you," he sighed, rubbing his temples, then looking at you instead.

"What's tearing at your brain, huh?", you questioned, tilting your head slightly. "This is the first time the band has performed to an actual audience, and if I can't alleviate their concerns, we’re in trouble, and their anxieties just add up to my own," Mitch answered.

"I have zero concerns you will be amazing up there, I've seen you guys play already. You really shine when you play," you said, amazement filling your eyes. Since your first introduction to Mitch, you have always assumed he was someone beyond the ordinary, and had good reason to think highly of him.

"I might have something to minimize your fears," You said, taking the bracelet out of your pocket, and putting it on Mitch's wrist. "What's this babe?" He asked, looking at the bracelet, which was obviously his favorite color, red. "I thought you could use a reminder of me when you’re performing on stage, and if any girl tried to flirt, she would know that you’re taken." You said with puckered brows and clench fists.

Mitch laughed a sweet laugh as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Why would I want to be with anyone else when my girl does those sweet things for me?" he asked, again running his hand gently over your head and through your hair. "Clearly no one else is meant for me, you have me wrapped around your finger," he explained before leaning in to kiss you.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled away from the kiss and laughed. "All of a sudden, you’re being flirty, huh? You were so worried just seconds ago," you said lazily looking into his eyes. "What can I say? Just hanging out with my girl puts me in a good mood," Mitch said with a playful wink.

(Backstage)

If you think that being backstage is the best experience for a guitarist's girlfriend in a band, you would be very misguided. You could almost feel the tension and worries of the entire band dissipating, although your presence didn’t help Mitch feel more confident. "Alright everyone, we just have to go out there and play, we’ve been rehearsing for this exact moment," said the band's lead singer, breaking the silence, and likely the only one not paralyzed by anxiety.

"Some of us have never had the chance to perform in front of an audience like you have," the bassist shot back, clearly feeling the heat from the lead singer's remarks. "We can't let this get to us, this is everything we've ever wanted," the drummer chimed in, just as nervous as the rest but determined to figure things out.

"We're here now, so we might as well proceed with it," Mitch said, nervously playing with the fingers on your hand as you sat beside him, deliberately avoiding eye contact with his bandmates. "We should probably start getting things ready, let’s give Mitch some space," the singer suggested, beginning to walk away, with the bassist and drummer following closely behind him.

"I’ve never seen you this anxious before. Where’s the Mitch I know?" you asked, giving him a warm smile as you playfully ruffled his hair. He looked up, finally meeting your gaze. "Everyone gets nervous sometimes," Mitch said with a sigh.

"Hey, there's really no need to feel anxious, babe. I have complete faith in you. You're giving it your all, and honestly, you're an amazing guitarist. Just remember, a piece of me is up there with you on that stage, and I'll be your biggest fan from the audience." You said, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. As you pulled away, he instinctively leaned in, following your lips before settling his head on your shoulder.

"You really know how to make me feel better," Mitch said, planting a kiss on your neck and gently nudging you back onto the couch where you were sitting. "Hey, that tickles!" you laughed just before Mitch pressed his lips to yours. "Mitch, are you ready? Stop messing around," the band's lead singer called out, peeking his head backstage from the main stage.

"You’re Everything I Wish I Was"

Pairing: Lo’ak x Reader Song: Perfume- mehro “I’d be a fool not to love you” Tags: friends to lovers, friendly arguments, small argument, cute romance, fluff, Spider and reader fighting a lot, reader hates Spider, friendship, friends, slow burn, Lo’ak and reader hunting together, mentions of dead animal corpse. Y/N: Omatikaya Fem!reader Word Count: 2.3 K Summary: The story peaks with a hunting trip where Lo’ak and Y/N work together but get unexpectedly attacked by a palulukan, putting Lo'ak in danger. Y/N saves Lo'ak and earns his respect and trust. Back at high camp, she gives him a necklace made from the tooth of the palulukan, signifying their accomplishment and her confidence in his warrior abilities.

3RD POV: (High Camp)

"This isn’t fair," Lo'ak persisted to say to his father. "Tsu'tey lets Y/N help out." Jake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Y/N doesn’t do anything against her fathers direct orders," he said, with Lo'ak signaling to you as you were watching them and petting your ikran [banshee].

"Lo'ak, you’re my son and I care about you. As opposed to you, Y/N didn't fall off the ikran [banshee] on her first iknimaya [rite of passage for young Na’vi] attempt. I'm sure Tsu'tey worries about his daughter as well, however he knows what she is capable of." Jake said, crossing his arms. "You're my son, I have seen what your limits are, and you won't be able to handle this."

"How can you be sure if you don't even give me a chance?" Lo'ak interrogated, clearly persistent. "That's enough, Lo'ak," Jake replied, and turned himself away. “Kehe lu keftxo [no be upset/don’t be upset], Lo’ak,” you said, walking up behind him and putting your hands on his shoulders. “I just can’t understand when he will see my value,” he shook his head.

Lo’ak POV: (Forest)

"Why did you invite her again?" Spider asked me, walking to my side and looking back at Y/N, who was beside Kiri. Y/N and Spider don't have a good relationship, although they have the same friend group, Kiri and I. "Oe tsun lawk teng nga [I can talk about same you/I can say the same about you]," she muttered for him to hear it freely expressing her dislike for him.

"She is our friend Spider," said Kiri from behind us. "You have to learn to come to terms with that. You have been doing it for years now, and you cannot achieve some basic civility between each other," Kiri said. She appreciated the peace we had as a group more than any of us.

"Io tslolam [over get it/get over it], Maylzì," Y/N teased Spider with a smirk. She loved calling him by his real name because it always managed to irk him and it had become part of her teasing routine. "I've told you a million times that nobody calls me that," Spider replied, looking straight ahead and sounding irritated.

"Alright, that's enough. It's always like you two are siblings fighting," Kiri commented as Y/N looked at her, annoyed. "Siblings? With this syaksyuk [prolemuris]? No way, don't ever say that again," she said while looking away and crossing her arms.

"Considering all the negative energy this team has, what do you guys think about us splitting up? Spider can go with Kiri, and I’ll bring Y/N. We’ll meet later at high camp," I suggested, turning back while crossing my arms. "Sounds great to me," Spider replied, and Y/N shot him a look.

(Bioluminescent Cave)

"What is it that you don't like about Spider so much?" I asked as I followed her, marveling at the astonishing cave we were in. "He's a sky person," she replied, then she frowned and whispered to herself, "man poan hu tawtute [belong he with skyperson/he belongs with his own people]." She held the same expression that my mother did, the same thoughts my mother did. It felt as if I was looking at her right now.

I couldn't really blame her, especially since she was raised by a man who didn't trust sky people himself. "You know he's jealous of you. You're Na'vi, daughter of a vicious warrior. You don't always have to look up at us." I shook my head and laughed when I said this, which caused her to come to an immediate stop and looked back at me over her shoulder.

"To be honest, I feel a bit envious of you too. Your dad isn't constantly on your ass, he lets you even fight in battles-" I began to say, but was cut off when I saw her tail start to sway and a low growl rumble from her lips. "You truly don't understand what my father is like," she said through her growls.

It seemed to truly frustrate her; she faced me head on now. "You have no idea of the pressure I have faced or the challenges I have had to overcome. Just like your brother, Lo'ak. We face specific challenges," she said now with real anger, needing the pause for a deep breath. "You will come to our level, but it takes patience."

Honestly, there were times when my words tended to bother Y/N, but she didn’t have a dislike for me like she had for Spider. She and Kiri had a pretty solid friendship, but the real connection was between Y/N and Neteyam. The two were the same age and first-borns of two great warriors, which contributed to their common ground.

Y/N and Neteyam stood out brilliantly in the dark battle and, given that Y/N's biological mother abandoned her and Tsu'Tey after she was born, I would hear my mom compare her to Sylwanin, my mother’s late sister and Tsu'Tey's past lover.

"I know you and Neteyam have made a lot of sacrifices, but can you please stop acting like everyone is under you when they’re with you?" I said as I pushed my way further into the cave. "Matu [excuse me?]," she called out, falling behind me, trying to catch up to walk shoulder to shoulder.

"You heard me, Y/N," I said. "Neteyam acts like he is above all of us, you two are never better than anybody else." I looked at her as I halted, regretting my choice of words immediately. "You belittle my accomplishments, you are cruel, Lo’ak," she said before darting out of the cave. She hadn’t even ever called Spider cruel.

(High Camp) 

I had to apologize to Y/N, it was all that ran through my head during the whole flight to high camp on my ikran [banshee] back. When I was just about to jump off my ikran [banshee], Neteyam came out of nowhere. "What did you do to Y/N to make her so upset? I must admit, I thought you had a crush on her this whole time. Man, this is really going to kill your image with her, little bro" he said, as I rolled my eyes and walked past him, "I don’t need your input, I just need to talk to her." I told him.

"She's not going to talk to you," Neteyam stated, clearly lagging behind me. "She's busy at the moment doing something that was given to her by her father." I wasn’t going to let this stop me, I would make my apology even if it took my last breath.

(Y/N’s Tent)

"Y/N, are you in there?" I called out from outside her tent, unsure if I was allowed to enter. "I thought I made it clear to Neteyam that I didn't want to talk to you," her voice came from inside. After a moment, the flap lifted, and Y/N appeared.

"I just wanted to-" she raised her hand, halting me as I began to speak. "I know why you're here, but as you can see, and already knew, I'm pretty busy," she said, taking her bow and arrows off the wall of her tent. "Where are you going? I could come with you, I really do want to show you how sorry I am," I said.

"Now you may not have considered it Sully boy, but tonight it is my responsibility to provide our dinner. On a day such as this I always take control of the hunt." She declared, starting to walk away, but when she realized I was not trailing behind, she turned around. "I thought you wanted to come with me and show me how sorry you were," she said.

3RD POV: (Forest)

"Don't fall behind," you said, as you took long strides, and Lo'ak lagged a bit behind you. "Do you need to do this every time we do a ceremony?" Lo'ak asked, panting as you stopped and turned to him. "I thought you wanted to be treated like Neteyam and I?" you replied with a smile, and started walking again.

"Luckily for you, Neteyam had other plans, so you are my hunting partner today. If you want to get as much information as you can, you should stay close to me," you said, giving Lo'ak a look back. He had been coming right by your shoulder pretty closely but had fallen off a step or two at this point.

"Since the yerik [hexapede] tends to spook easily, please be careful with your movements. Let's see if we can bring at least one each back to camp." You started off tentative, knowing just the right area in the woods where hexapedes would sometimes be wandering.

"Do we have to carry one each?" Lo'ak asked while being behind you. "We have to provide for the entire clan, there are other hunters and gatherers out there as we speak." you said, suddenly stopping and extending your arm to the side to signal Lo'ak to stop as well.

Lo'ak bumped into your arm and saw a hexapede casually eating the leafy green around it. It seemed very oblivious to you, which is out of character for a hexapede as they are very shy creatures, it's probably too hungry and focused to notice anything around it. You looked at Lo'ak and held a finger to your lips to tell him to keep quiet.

You motioned for Lo’ak to circle around the hexapede and quietly let himself fall a little behind it, just in case it became startled and escaped. You would stay bolted in place and draw your bowstring, hoping to shoot it before it took off. However, when Lo’ak made a step, he stepped sideways onto a twig on the ground, which startled the hexapede.

The hexapede looked back at you both for a brief moment, before tearing off in the opposite direction, and as Lo'ak turned to you for direction, you couldn't help but yell, "What are you looking at? RUN AFTER IT!" You yelled before taking off in pursuit, as hexapedes were relatively rare in this area of the forest, and you had no intention of letting it get away.

(Deeper in the Forest)

"Lo'ak? Where did you go?" you whispered, taking careful steps to keep from stepping on stray branches below you. After a short run, you returned the way you came to where you had last seen Lo'ak, and didn't find him. It raised the question of whether or not he returned to camp. The Omatikaya knew the forest way too well; there was no way he could have gotten lost.

The moment you turned your back to the forest, a familiar scream broke the silence, and you rushed toward the sound. That’s when you saw Lo'ak, pinned by a palulukan [thanator], pushing its snout, trying to keep it away. 

Without a second thought, you pulled back on your bowstring, and the arrow found its way straight to the palulukan's [thanator] operculum, after it limply fell on Lo’ak, and lay lifeless in front of you. "Lo’ak, push!" you shouted as you ran to it, shoving it off of him. You grabbed Lo’ak by the arm to help him get up and patted his back while he coughed to catch his breath after the palulukan [thanator] toppled and sealed the air from his lungs. "I can't tell you how good it is to see you," Lo’ak said.

You were undeniably relieved to find Lo’ak unharmed, but you did not return his statements. You fell to your knees and placed your hands on the lifeless body of the palulukan, you spoke, "oel ngati kameie ma tsukan, ulte ngaru seiyi ireyio [I see you, brother, and I thank you]." Just as you were about to end your thought, Lo’ak knelt next to you and finished your statement saying, "ngari hu Eywa saleu tìrea, tokx ‘ì’awn slu Na’viyä hapxì [your spirit goes with Eywa, your body stays behind to become part of the people]."

"I feel bad for telling you to handle it the way I did," you said, getting to your feet with Lo'ak beside you, "no you were just trying to provide for the clan like you always do. You were correct, I undermined your achievements and I'm sorry for that."

You beamed a big grin at him before you started speaking. "Come on now, you helped me catch this," you said, pointing to the palulukan's [thanator] dead body on the ground next to you both. "Well, technically you used me as bait while you caught it, so it was all you," Lo'ak said, flinching as you jokingly hit him on the arm. He flinched and rubbed the spot. "We both did it," you said in reply.

Lo’ak POV: (High Camp)

"A palulukan [thanator], really Lo'ak?" One of my other friends said as we hung out together in a group, it was a regular occasion for us during celebrations, adults with babies together, teenagers together, then kids together. “Though we didn't return with any meat for the feast, Y/N mentioned that her father would make armor and weapons out of the skin we captured for the clan." I voiced my disappointment for not bringing back something for the meal, although the other hunters came back with a lot of meat.

"Lo'ak!" Y/N's voice carried over from behind me, and as I turned to meet her gaze, I exclaimed, "Y-Y/N!" Cheeks blushing as my friends cheered, all of them in the know of my feelings for her, I couldn't believe what was happening. "I have a gift for you," Y/N said as she hid something behind her back, "Oh you really didn't have to," I laughed, but trailed off when Y/N clasped something around my neck. Looking down, I spotted a necklace of palulukan's [thanator] tooth hanging from a small piece of rope.

"What’s the point of this?” I asked, looking her in the eyes. "I know you really appreciate your father, you want to be just like him. And, we both captured this palulukan [thanator] together, but that changes nothing about its significance. I have no doubt you'll capture one on your own soon enough, and then you can show off all of the palulukan's [thanator] teeth on your chest."

“One day Lo’ak, you will be an outstanding and powerful warrior,” Y/N said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I really appreciate your help in capturing the palulukan [thanator], your courage is amazing, and you should be proud of it.” She finished her sentence with a kiss on my cheek, and my face warmed up a lot, while my friends behind us cheered on.

I’ll Always Protect You

Pairing: Carl x Reader Song: A March Into Water- Pierce The Veil “She’s mine. You stay away from her, it’s not her time.” Tags: sweet love, sweet, relationship, established relationship, romance. fluff/angst, light angst, hinting to SA, trauma, violence, emotional comfort, soft kissing, protecting you, protectiveness. Y/N: Fem!reader Word Count: 870 Summary: While focused on Carl, you don't see three men approach. One of them swings around to brush the flower in your hair, triggering your past experiences. Carl, instinctively, stands up to protect you and the men laugh at this. Luckily, Negan calls them off and you relay your tension. Later, in Carl's room, you end up lying on his chest as you feel anxious but also comforted being next to him.

3RD POV: (Alexandria)

"You know, that’s a pretty dumb idea," Carl said with a grin, holding your hand as you wandered around the walls of Alexandria, making you laugh. "Come on, you're supposed to be sweet to your girlfriend! Besides, no one will even notice we're gone." You couldn’t help but remember that this was Carl's first real relationship, which probably explained why he was having a hard time switching from buddy talk to something more romantic with you.

"They're definitely going to notice we're gone when Negan and his crew show up to check things out, just like last time," Carl said, stopping in his tracks and gently placing his hands on your shoulders to meet your gaze. "Making sure you're safe is my number one priority."

"Maybe we could run away from here and go into the wild together," you suggested, a smile playing on your lips as you tilted your head slightly, your eyes locked on Carl's. "It reminds me of that book I read where the main character ran away with her boyfriend to get married," you continued. "Where do you even find those kinds of books?" Carl asked with a sigh. "As tempting as that sounds, you know what kind of dangers are lurking out there," he said softly, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I can't really argue with your logic when you're this cute," you said, standing on your tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "I'll be back in a bit, so just hang tight, okay?" Carl nodded, catching sight of his dad waving him over, but not before he tucked a little yellow flower into your hair.

The last few months had been nothing short of amazing; that’s exactly what you thought as the gate creaked open, revealing Negan and his crew. A group of about 50 men, sending a shiver down your spine as they spread out across Alexandria, with Negan, of course, sticking close to Rick's side.

As you stayed there watching Carl while his father left with Negan, you failed to notice that three of Negan's men were walking towards you from behind. Carl's face said it all when he approached you nervously making sure he wasn't too belligerent enough to cause trouble.

"Excuse me, pretty lady," a distinct voice caught your attention as you turned and faced the three men. One seemed to be in charge, while the other two were chuckling and whispering behind him. You decided it was best to stay quiet; it was better than saying something you could regret later.

"You're a pretty quiet one, aren't you?" The man brought his hand up to gently touch the flower Carl put in your hair earlier, his fingers brushing your cheek sending a chill of disgust through you and making you remember something you had experienced before coming to Alexandria.

"Is there a problem?" Carl's familiar voice spoke from behind you, as he put his arm around your waist and stood next to you, which caused the men to erupt in laughter. "She must be this kid's girl," one of the men said, making Carl angrier.

Just as you were expecting chaos to unfold, Negan called the men to him as they were getting ready to go. This ensured there would be no fighting today, which made you feel relieved. "From now on, you're going to stick with me," Carl said, relaxing his grip around your waist. You took hold of his hand with yours and left it there.

Carl POV: (Carl’s Bedroom)

While Y/N laid on my chest, and I absentmindedly ran my fingers through her hair, her voice still held a quiver from before. I was left to wonder what might have happened had I been just a couple minutes later, but I highly doubt Negan would want his men to humiliate him.

“I think I would seriously love to run away with you right now,” she said, her grip on my shirt only getting stronger as I held her close. If only the timing had been different, I would have granted her every wish, but right now my only thought was keeping her safe.

It hurt to see her like this, curling up into a ball, when she was usually so full of life and energy. I didn't expect her to be full of zest, after all of her worries resurfaced. All I wanted was to have her next to me, so that I could take care of her.

"I promise you can trust me," I whispered as I rested my chin on the top of her head. "Carl, can you kiss me?" she asked, softly letting my shirt go and lying back on my bed. I would do anything to make her feel safe and loved. As I hovered over her, I took one last gaze at my beautiful girl before pressing my lips to hers.

She grabbed hold of one of my hands, while my other hand held me up, as our lips started to intertwine and she placed that hand on her waist. "Thanks for keeping me safe," she came away from the kiss and looked up at me, with her big, innocent eyes.

"Forever," I whispered sweetly as I kissed her neck.

"Who Are You?"

Pairing: Edward x Reader Song: Million Years Ago- Adele “I miss the air, I miss my friends. I miss my mother, I miss it when life was a party to be thrown. But that was a million years ago.” Tags: cursing, light angst, school fight, school, family, found family, slow build, slow burn, suddenly seeing her, falling in love, “I’ll always protect you,” protectiveness, soft kiss. Y/N: Vampire fem!reader Word Count: 2 K Summary: Emmett made a promise to keep Y/N safe no matter what, with Carlisle and Esme backing her stay despite the threats they faced. Y/N, a delicate vampire, had found her place in their family as Emmett's sister. When Edward shuts himself off to block out everyone’s thoughts, Y/N decides to talk to him at school about a fight that broke out between Emmett and a student. This nudges Edward to join her. Once they’re in his room, he starts to think about her and realizes he might have misjudged her all along.

3RD POV: (Living  Room, Flashback)

It was the summer of 1932, and you were just fourteen, the only girl in a household filled with three older brothers. They were always looking out for you, protective and a bit cautious, ensuring you were well cared for. While your two older brothers tended to keep their distance, focused on their own lives, it was your seventeen-year-old brother, Emmett, who you felt closest to.

One of your brothers called out, "Y/N, Mom needs you in the kitchen!" You sighed, reluctantly setting your book aside as you headed to the kitchen. Being the only daughter meant you were expected to learn all the household chores from your mom, preparing you for the day you’d get married. But honestly, the thought of it all felt exhausting. You dreamed of becoming an independent and strong woman, but who were you to aspire to such a life?

(Kitchen, Flashback)

"Yes, Mom?" you replied as you stepped into the kitchen and spotted Emmett sitting at the table. "I need you to run some errands at the town square, and Emmett has graciously offered to tag along with you. Your other brothers can be quite a handful. Just stick close to him and make sure to grab only what's on this list," your mother said, handing you a piece of paper while glancing away from Emmett.

He quickly pulled a goofy face, imitating your mom, which made you burst out laughing. But as soon as she turned around, he froze in place. "Off you go now, and make sure you're back before it gets dark."

Edward POV: (Forest, Present Day)

"Are you really sure you saw an animal?" Jasper asked as we ventured further into the woods. "It's just wildlife out here, Jasper. What else could it possibly be?" I snapped back at him, my frustration bubbling over. Still, I had to admit that I was just as confused by what I had glimpsed, a dark shape darting past. Going off on my own to track it down felt way too risky. I might be the fastest in my family, but I lacked the strength. That was Emmett's forte, and with Jasper's fighting skills, he was almost as formidable as Emmett.

"Don't sweat it, Eddy! We've got that scary monster covered," Emmett chuckled, with Jasper joining in with a snicker. I wasn't a fan of Emmett's teasing nicknames for me, but all I could do was roll my eyes. "I'm not scared; there's strength in numbers," I shot back, to which Jasper added, "for humans, sure, but remember, we're vampires."

"Wait!" I shouted, coming to an abrupt stop that made my brothers turn to face me. "What’s up?" Emmett asked, his voice laced with curiosity. "I just caught a whiff of something; it’s nearby," I replied. It hit me then, the scent was familiar, but not from any of us; it was another vampire. The fragrance was a blend of fresh laundry and lavender. Yet, an unsettling feeling crept in, as if I was leading my brothers right into a trap.

Just as we were about to make our move, a female vampire with hair as wild and dark as Emmett's suddenly sprang out from behind a bush, tackling him to the ground. "Not an animal!" Jasper shouted again as he rushed to pull the female vampire off our brother. She looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite place why. "Whoa, that really took me by surprise," Emmett said, getting back on his feet, brushing himself off, and casting a glance at the female vampire Jasper was holding onto.

She let out a low growl, clearly not thrilled about Jasper's hands gripping her wrists. But the moment she locked eyes with Emmett, something shifted within her; the growling faded, and tears filled her eyes like venom. "Y/N?" Emmett asked, taking a cautious step closer. Jasper barely had time to react before she broke free from his hold and leaped into Emmett's embrace. "Do you think Rosalie will be upset if she finds out Emmett has a new girlfriend?" I asked, casting a quick glance at Jasper.

"I searched for you everywhere; I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that you were really gone," Y/N said, gripping the back of Emmett's shirt as they shared a heartfelt embrace. "I'm here now, little sis, but this isn’t how it was meant to be. You were supposed to grow old," Emmett replied gently, running his fingers through her hair to soothe her. "Sister?" I asked, glancing at Jasper with a confused expression. "At least we won’t have to face Rosalie’s fury," Jasper remarked, a hint of relief in his voice.

(Cullen Living Room)

Emmett spoke with a fierce determination I had never witnessed before, declaring, “I don’t have any other family left, and she’s not going anywhere. She’s staying right here, no questions asked. If we need to create new identities, we will. If we have to relocate, then that’s what we’ll do.” I was genuinely surprised to see Rosalie supporting him in this. “Are we all clear on the risks involved?” I asked, rubbing my temples in frustration.

"We're going to let her stay, Emmett; we owe it to you," Carlisle said, fully aware of the risks but prioritizing Emmett's happiness. He always felt like he had a debt to us for transforming us into who we were. "For now, she can share a room with Edward while we figure out how to make space for her," Esme suggested, her eyes sparkling with hope as she glanced at me, making it tough to say no. "You can start moving some of your things in with mine; your clothes can go in my closet as you begin gathering them." I turned to Y/N, who was gazing up at me from the couch with her big, red doe eyes.

Alice remarked, "She probably doesn't have anything to start with, Edward," before shifting her focus to Y/N. The girl's hair was tangled and grimy, and her pale skin was speckled with dirt, giving her a wild appearance. "Why don't you clean yourself up? I can check if I have something that might fit you," Alice suggested again. Y/N nodded, and Rosalie gently guided her toward the bathroom. Y/N looked so small and fragile, almost as if she hadn't eaten in days, which was unusual for a vampire.

Jasper kicked things off with, "So, does the McCarthy family have a vampire reputation?" He shot a glance at our brother just as Emmett playfully punched him in the shoulder, saying, "Don't even joke about that." I couldn't resist chiming in, "Haven't you ever visited your family? How did you not know?" Emmett replied, "I thought she was dead. I went through the whole grieving process, and now here she is, right on our front porch."

I grew up without any biological siblings, and Jasper only had a younger sister, whose loss he had come to terms with long before he met us. We had no idea what Emmett was dealing with, but we understood that Y/N was facing a similar struggle.

(Years Later, Eastwood High)

Y/N had truly become a part of our family, leading us to move and create a new family dynamic. While everything else had stayed the same, we simply added Y/N as Emmett’s biological younger sister. Honestly, that’s the only part of our family story that’s completely real.

Things weren’t much different this time around. The same old rumors about us were making the rounds at a school again. People were whispering about how unsettling we seemed, saying that Rosalie's beauty was almost eerie, while Emmett sometimes looked downright terrifying. Y/N, being smaller than Emmett, had this doll-like creepiness that added to the mix. Alice and I were constantly the targets of mockery for being ‘weird,’ and Jasper often wore an expression that suggested he was in pain. We just brushed off the same petty comments as we always did.

Y/N encountered challenges much like Jasper's when she first arrived, battling the urge to give in to the allure of human blood. Yet, her strong desire to lead a 'normal' life and her vow to never lose her brother again drove her to keep pushing forward.

I usually kept to myself when I wasn’t with my siblings, trying to block out the thoughts of others that kept creeping into my head. “A fight? Awesome,” someone thought. I rolled my eyes; honestly, the petty dramas of teenage life didn’t really interest me. That was until Y/N appeared next to me, calling my name, “Edward,” in her usual flat tone.

"What's going on? Aren't you supposed to be in class? You know how Carlisle would react if we attracted any negative attention," I reminded her, trying to get her from acting out in school. "I thought about it for a moment, whether to go to class or to come find you," she said again. "So, what's bothering you?" I asked.

"About 20 minutes ago, Emmett got into an argument with a male student, and by now, it’s probably turned into a full-blown fight. Rosalie is doing her best to hold him back while I came to find you," she said, as I let out a sigh. That must be the commotion I heard earlier. "Take me to them," I responded.

(School Cafeteria)

There it was, Emmett caught up in a fiery argument with a rather obnoxious looking student, while Rosalie held onto his arm, trying to prevent Emmett from making a rash move. I can only guess that the student must have said something about Rose that really pushed his buttons.

"What’s going on here?" I asked, gently placing my hand on Emmett’s shoulder to encourage him to meet my gaze. "You know how Carlisle would feel," I tried to convey with my eyes, hoping to help him relax a bit more. "Does Emmett really need his little brother to come to the rescue?" the student chimed in, which seemed to annoy him a little, though not as much as before. What could have been said to trigger such a response?

“Just as annoying as your bitch of a little sister,” he muttered clearly only talking to Emmett, and before I knew it, Emmett had both hands around his neck. In that split second, I lost my composure too and jumped in to back Emmett up. I felt a bit of relief that the cafeteria was almost empty; we could easily take care of anyone else who might show up.

(Edward’s Room)

"That was a really foolish thing you did," Y/N said, standing in front of me while I sat on the edge of my couch. "I totally agree; I have no idea what got into me," I admitted. "I brought you there to keep an eye on Emmett, not to deal with both of you," she replied, delicately licking her index finger with venom and tracing it over the tiny cracks on my face from that accidental clash with Emmett's elbow during the fight.

"I'm really sorry for piling so much work on you," I said, meeting her gaze. "I appreciate the apology, but just so you know, it might take a while for Carlisle to forgive you," she responded, looking down at me.

Had I really never noticed it before? It was like I was seeing her for the very first time. Her once monotonous voice now flowed with honey, and her once dull golden eyes sparkled like they were filled with stardust. I had always thought of her as a bit of a nuisance; I didn’t hate her, but I certainly didn’t think much of her either. Now, it felt like I was finally discovering something truly remarkable within her.

"Edward?" She said my name like it was a sweet tune. I couldn’t help but notice her doll-like features, which were far from frightening. She turned away from me and let out a sigh, "I don’t need you or Emmett to look out for me, alright? I can take care of this on my own, and Carlisle is right we should just brush off comments like that." I stood up and placed my hands gently on her shoulders. "How can I just ignore it?" I asked, as she tilted her head slightly to meet my gaze.

Our eyes met for just a heartbeat before she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine, my arms instinctively wrapping around her waist to keep her steady. At that moment, I made a promise to always protect her.

"I Want You"

Pairing: Neteyam x Reader Song: Cornflower Blue - Flower Face “Moonlight paints your skin cornflower blue. You love me ‘til you wear me out.” Tags: 18+, aged up characters, friends, friends to lovers, self-consciousness, confession, sexual content, sex, consent, size difference, size kink, virginity and innocence, reader first time, talking you through it, fingering, fingerfucking, vaginal, vaginal sex, PIV, fluff/smut, emotional comfort, bodily fluids, orgasm. Y/N: She/Her human-avatar hybrid reader. (human body and height with avatar details like markings, tail, and cue). Word Count: 1.7 K Summary: As the group journeyed into the Hallelujah Mountains, Neteyam stopped in the forest of bioluminescence to reveal his heart to you. He was taken by your beauty, but you were wary, fearful of your differences and uncertain destiny. With tension lost, your soft touches became passionate ones, strengthening your connection. On the way back to High Camp, Kiri saw your disheveled look, which intrigued her and Lo'ak. Their realization made them laugh and led to shock, especially given the uncomfortable tension between you, Neteyam, and Kiri. The initial dialogues are in Na’vi, but they are clearly presented in English for better comprehension. I’ve chosen to retain a few Na’vi terms to add a playful touch to the fanfic.

3RD POV: (High Camp Biolab)

"How many times do we have to remind you all to take the long way around?" A female voice echoed through the biolab, catching your attention. Kiri mimicked the voice with an exaggerated eye roll as she reached for a CO2 mask, joined by Lo'ak and Neteyam. Meanwhile, Spider peeled off his exopack and savored a gulp of fresh air. Unlike you, who'd had no problem breathing inside under cover of the humans, and outside on Pandora.

"What are you all here?" You asked, rising off the ground as you stood beside Spider. "You know Kiri; she can't resist visiting Grace every single day," Lo'ak replied as he watched Kiri perch on top of Grace's tank. "And we thought you might want to join us for some fun," Neteyam added.

As Neteyam spoke, you looked over at Max, silently seeking his approval. "I don't see why not," he replied, returning to his tasks. Spider chimed in, teasingly questioning, "You still need to ask for permission?" With a smirk, you crossed your arms and shot back, "I'm a vital part of the biolab; what if they need me and I'm not around?"

You and Spider shared a bond to that of siblings, having been at the biolab since the very beginning of your lives. The story of your creation is a complex one; it all began when a group of scientists experimented with human and avatar DNA, leading to the unexpected emergence of your egg in one of the tanks. When you were an embryo, you had a humanly figure but shortly after that, your tail and cue began to develop. By the time you were fully formed, you left everyone in awe, an astonishing amalgamation of human and avatar characteristics.

From that day on, you and Spider grew up together, learning English and Na'vi at the same time. When you met the Sully kids, a strong friendship was born that has lasted ever since, clearly going into adulthood.

(Hallelujah Mountains)

"Why do we have to check out the ikrans [banshee] when we already have ours?" you asked, trotting to catch up with Neteyam while following Lo'ak, Kiri, and Spider. "Well, you see, Spider is once more painting our marks on himself and we want to see if he will actually get recognized by ikrans [banshee] this time," Lo'ak added with a smile. "Fair warning, it's probably gonna go sideways," Kiri commented.

"Good luck to you," you said, crossing your arms. Just then, Neteyam caught your arm, halting your steps. "What are you doing?" you began, but he cut you off. "Forget about these fools and their nonsense; I have something to show you."

(Bioluminescent Forest)

"Wait… how can this be? Is it already night?" you asked, looking around in shock as Neteyam shook his head. "Not at all, the trees are just so tall; they block out all sunlight that could shine down on us."

"The view is so beautiful," you said, bending down to stroke a bright tuft of grass that glimmered emerald green. "Not as beautiful as you," Neteyam said, his eyes moving from your back down to the bend in your leg. You spun around, your curiosity piqued. "Huh?" you hummed, catching Neteyam gaze fixed on you, his eyes tracing the cascade of hair down your back. "Seriously, Y/N, you can't tell me you haven't seen the way I look at you," he said, the faintest hint of color rising in your cheeks.

“Stop it with the jokes," you were saying just before your body hit the ground illuminating the green grass under you with Neteyam on top of you. "I swear, I'm not joking, Y/N," he said, his voice laced with a bit of concern. "Neteyam…", you breathed out, your heart racing. "Believe me, I can't keep these feelings for you to myself any longer." Neteyam replied, swallowing hard as your gaze dropped, noticing the outline pressing against his tewng [loincloth].

"Neteyam, we can't do this," you said, trying to turn away from him. "Why not?" he asked, his huge tail, much thicker and longer than yours, wrapping itself around your slim left leg. "Your parents, your siblings" you replied, setting your gaze forward so you could look into his eyes.

"You really think I want to hide my feelings for you? That ship has already sailed," he said with a warm smile directed at you. "Neteyam, this isn't how it should be. You're Na'vi, and I'm just an abomination. You deserve someone who can provide a legacy worthy of the son of the olo'eytan [clan leader]," you replied. Unbeknownst to everyone else, but deep down, you had feelings for Neteyam for a very long period of time, you knew it could never be.

"Why would you think such a thing about yourself? Why would I seek a successor if it can't be with the woman I truly love and cherish?" he said, his hand gently cupping your cheek, covering the entire side of your face. A child born to a Na'vi in a human-like body caused you fear, you did not know of the possibilities ahead of what could happen.

"Neteyam, I am-," you said, about to further your message when he hushed you with "you’re small, I know,” calmly trying to calm your fears. "We cannot afford the luxury of not taking into consideration what may happen." Your eyes had welled up with tears as you replied, "I love you, Neteyam, but I’ll feel so worthless if I’m unable to bear your children." He looked at you with sincerity and said, "Y/N, you, the woman I love, were born in a science lab. So why can't our children be the same?”

You began to voice your apprehensions, saying, "and what if I accidentally-," but he cut you off with a soft kiss on the forehead that seemed to envelop you. "Eywa sweyn nga kxuke [Eywa keep you safe]," he murmured, looking into your eyes. It felt like at this moment, all your fears fled, leaving behind only the desire to be at his side.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, "I will keep you safe." His warm tongue caressed your soft lips with gentle strokes, and you buried your fingers into his shoulders, digging your nails deep into his skin, eliciting a soft wince from him. Your lips parted, and with the opening, your gaze locked into his as you whispered, "Neteyam, please take care of me." The lust in your eyes was clear, wordlessly inviting him to take every possibility of you.

He soothed you reassuringly, hissing, "I'll take care of you, yawntu [beloved]," as his huge hand came to rest on your small belly, his thumb drawing soft circles for a moment. Then, with slow intention, he slid his hand to the knots of your loincloth, loosening them gently and moving it aside. The loincloth hadn't covered that much anyway, but why not enjoy the sight of the one he loved in all her beauty?

Neteyam noticed the flush on your cheeks and smiled. "There’s no reason to feel shy, you’re beautiful." He loosened his loincloth, showing himself. He saw a different sort of fear in your eyes and muttered, "I'll prepare you for what's to come," as his hand slid to caress the warmth between your legs, wringing a soft whimper from your lips.

"Teyam," you whispered, your hand closing around his forearm. "Don't worry, I’ve got you," he said, his finger tentatively probing at your entrance causing you to wince a bit. As inexperienced as you were, you couldn’t help but wonder if one of his fingers was this intense then two would equal the girth of an average man.

Your thoughts were briefly interrupted as his finger moved slowly inside you, not trying to find necessarily anything but instead adjusting you perfectly for him. Your breath quickened, letting out soft gasps every time Neteyam paused before continuing his motions. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you, my dear; I really don’t want to hurt you,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaning in to capture your lips with his.

His massive, cat-like tongue glided over your lips before diving into your mouth, completely dominating the moment. Your small tongue quickly gave into his as the kiss deepened. With his tongue filling your mouth, you didn’t notice his other finger slipping inside you until he pulled away, and the sensation hit you hard. It made you arch your back a bit, a blend of pleasure and discomfort flooding through you. His arm encircled your back, holding you steady as he placed soft kisses along your neck.

Neteyam's breath brushed against your neck as he whispered, “Nga fyep ma txe’lan [you hold my heart],” sending a thrilling shiver down your spine while his fingers caressed within you gently. This was the moment you had always envisioned, and the depth of Neteyam's feelings for you made it even more overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes as you struggled to hold back a sniffle. A look of concern crossed his face as he paused, gazing at you with worry. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked softly.

You shook your head, brushing away tears with the back of your hand, as you pleaded softly, "I want you, please." The urgency in your voice caught Neteyam's interest, his ears perked up with curiosity. He withdrew his fingers slowly, only to plunge himself into you halfway, making a gasp tumble out of your lips.

"The sounds we're creating will make the rest of Pandora's creatures believe that we're not so different from them." Neteyam grunted, sensing how your walls tightened around him. "At least they'll leave us alone," you said, peering up at him with streaming eyes and a running nose. This was the very image that Neteyam cherished.

(High Camp)

"Neteyam, Y/N? Where did you two go?" Kiri asked, her eyes narrowing at your tousled state. Your hair was in knots, and hickeys marked your neck and scratches on Neteyam's back. You looked like you had just crawled out of a fight with a palulukan [thanator]. "You've been gone for an hour-" Lo'ak began, it didn’t take him long to realize. He looked at Spider, and they shared a knowing look before bursting out laughing.

Kiri stared at them in shock, her face changing as the realization dawned on her. "Oh Eywa, really? That is repulsive," she cried, looking back and forth between you and Neteyam. "You're my brother, and you're my best friend," she insisted, affirming your relationship with both of them. "I never wish to hear of that again," she finished, as your cheeks flushed with shame as Neteyam sympathetically patted you on the back.

"You Despise Me"

Pairing: Daryl x Reader Song: Cool About It - boygenius “Feelin’ like an absolute fool about it, wishin’ you were kind enough to be cruel about it.” Tags: platonic relationship, fluff/angst, found family, friendship, friends, cursing, arguing, “I don’t hate you,” protectiveness, getting hurt, emotional comfort. Y/N: Fem!reader Word Count: 1.1 K Summary: At a rundown bulk store, Daryl urges you to take charge. You climb onto his shoulders to reach the window but end up scraping your arm on the glass. Brushing off the sting, you continue to explore with Sasha and Daryl. Later, you confront Daryl about his apparent grudge against you. Back at the prison, Hershel tends to your cut, and afterward, Daryl checks on it, reassuring you that he doesn’t hate you. You feel a wave of relief, though he’s still concerned about your attempt to hide the injury.

3RD POV: (Prison Courtyard)

The past few weeks have been relatively eventful, with the prison full of newcomers. There were new crops being sewed, promising a new batch of rations. But one thing that has been particularly frustrating is the fact that Daryl’s always so eager to endanger himself. He can't go more than two weeks without heading back out into the vast unknown. This recurring issue has been the root of many arguments between the two of you.

You knew only too well that he would still dodge the topic, but you were hell-bent on confronting it face-on in the hopes of breaking through his stubbornness. Usually, you were steadfast in your determination to stay behind at the prison, assisting Carol with the kids and whatever arose. But today you requested Rick's permission to accompany Daryl and his chosen team. You needed to know the risks he was willingly stepping into.

“No way, Y/N. I'm not taking you there," replied Daryl, sitting on top of his motorbike. "This isn't up for discussion; Rick agreed, and it's decided. Don’t forget you’re the one who wanted to stop bringing up what was dangerous." You retorted with a petty smile and got into the left back seat in the car.

(Inside Car)

Bob looked at you in the rearview mirror and asked, “What’s going on with you two?” Sasha, her eyes on Daryl through the front windshield as he drove, chimed in, “It seems like the tension between you is escalating.” You let out a sigh, leaning your head against the window, and said, “It’s just the same old back-and-forth, always bickering. It feels like we can’t stand each other. I just wish I knew how to make him like me.”

"Daryl isn't the type to enjoy being around people; he either puts up with you or he doesn't. It's as straightforward as that," Rosita remarked while making sure her pistol was loaded. "Well, in that case, I'm set on getting him to at least put up with me," you responded, which earned a laugh from Bob and Sasha.

(Bulk Store)

Sasha shouted as she got out of the passenger seat, “holy fuck, this has been here the whole time?” Daryl hoisted his crossbow onto his shoulder and said, “it seems like people have tried to break in, but they didn’t manage it. If anyone was inside, they’re probably long gone.”

Rosita nodded, her eyes fixed on the path ahead. "We need to keep an eye out for any walkers, okay?" she said, walking toward the securely locked bulk store. "But how are we supposed to get in? There's a reason no one has succeeded so far," you responded, sliding your gun into your jeans and placing your hand on your hip. "There's always a way," Bob added, a touch of hope in his tone.

“If we just break in, a loud alarm will sound, and it’ll draw every walker nearby,” you said, looking around for a way in. “So, no smashing windows, Daryl,” Sasha chimed in, knowing all too well that this was his usual method for getting into locked places. “Hey, there’s a small window up there,” Bob pointed out, indicating it.

“Are you ready, Y/N? It’s time to step up, especially since you were so keen to join us,” Daryl said, his earlier irritation still showing as he looked at you. You weren’t about to let his words get to you. “I’m ready,” you responded confidently, mirroring your earlier smirk as he crouched down for you to hop onto his shoulders.

As you squeezed through the window, a shard of glass sliced into your arm, creating a deep gash that stretched from your forearm to your elbow. “Shit,” you whispered under your breath. “Are you okay in there?” Sasha called out as you took off the flannel tied around your waist and put it on to hide your wound, pressing down to stop the bleeding. “She’s fine, just let us in, Y/N,” Daryl added as you started to lift the barricades of the store.

"Goddamn, we really struck gold with this place," Rosita said as she walked in, her gaze sweeping over the shelves packed with food, most of it past its expiration date. You were mainly focused on the canned goods anyway. "Take as much of this stuff as you can. Sasha, check the pharmacy for anything useful," Daryl said, taking charge. "What should I be looking for?" Sasha asked. "We need everything. Medications, bandages, sutures, etc. Whatever you can find," Daryl answered as he moved further down one of the aisles.

As Sasha made her way to the pharmacy, Bob looked over at you, noticing your grip tightening on your arm and your face losing some color. “Are you okay, Y/N?” he asked, concern clear in his eyes. “I’m fine, really. No need to worry,” you said with a reassuring smile, trying to calm him down. It seemed to work, as he then turned and headed down one of the aisles.

As you strolled down one of the aisles, you noticed Daryl standing there. Just as he was about to leave, you shouted, “Wait!” He turned around to look at you. “What do you want, Y/N?” he asked, a trace of irritation in his tone. “What did I do to make you hate me?” you asked, taking a step closer to him.

Daryl's voice sliced through the tension. "Is this really what you think? That I hate you? You don't even know me." You found yourself questioning whether it was you or something else that had him so on edge lately. "I can't quite figure it out, but why do you treat me so differently than everyone else?" you asked, your voice wavering a bit as you felt your face go pale, ultimately leaning against Daryl for support.

(Prison Cell)

"I'm okay, truly, I promise you, Hershel," you said as he tended to your arm. "Even if it's not a severe injury, there's still a chance of a serious infection," he warned, shaking his head. "You should have seen Daryl's face when he brought you back in. He was so worried; that guy has already faced so much."

Daryl was worried about you? You must have been imagining things. That’s what you thought until you saw him looking into your cell. “How’s she doing?” he asked Hershel, who was finishing up your stitches and starting to bandage your arm. “We’ll keep it clean and wrapped; she’ll be fine,” Hershel said, getting to his feet and giving Daryl a reassuring pat on the shoulder before stepping out, leaving you two alone.

Daryl settled beside you on the bed, letting out a deep sigh. “I don’t hate you, Y/N,” he said earnestly. “I won’t explain myself, but you can trust me on that.” You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling comforted. “I’m really glad to hear that,” you replied. “But honestly, hiding that cut on your arm was a terrible idea. You almost gave me a heart attack.” he added, a serious tone in his voice. You chuckled softly. “I’m not joking about that.”

"This Is It, Huh?"

Pairing: Louis x Reader Song: Perfume - Mehro “I’d be a fool not to love you.” Tags: friends to lovers, friendship, crush, mutual pining, slow build, slow burn, humor, fluff, missing the world before apocalypse, having fun, sweet, confession, soft kiss. Y/N: Ericson student fem!reader Word Count: 1 K Summary: Louis brought you to a rundown amusement park, and you eagerly approached an old ticket booth. While you admired the carousel, lost in childhood memories, you spotted a unicorn seat. He pretended to snap a photo, urging you to smile wider. You suggested checking out the ferris wheel, and as you settled into your seats, he opened up about his feelings. Taken aback, you laughed and admitted you felt the same way, revealing that you had been planning to confess as well.

3RD POV: (Safe Zone)

"C'mon, can't you even give me a hint where we're going?" you called out, trailing along behind Louis, clutching the leg of his chair and you with a baseball bat slung over your shoulder, looking around furtively for any walker passing by. "Don't forget, patience is a virtue. We're nearly there," answered Louis.

"There aren't many treasures left among the ruins of the apocalypse, so when your best friend says he has a surprise, it ignites a thrill in you." You hasten your step to keep up with Louis' pace. 'Best friend?' A pang of yearning pierced Louis's heart. He certainly hadn't been having feelings for you since the beginning of this crazy world. He absolutely wasn't keeping this surprise for you alone.

Louis kept his good spirits, even though your previous remark had hurt. "I can give you a hint, I guess. The place I'm taking you was a hotspot before the apocalypse started and changed  things," he told you, never faltering from his grin. You groaned and told him, "Seriously? That's not really a hint."

(Secret Spot)

“Seriously, how much longer do I have to wait?” you exclaimed, your hands resting on his as he shielded your eyes. “And now I take one more step, what do you think?” he replied, slowly lifting his hands from your eyes to reveal a rundown amusement park.

"Louis…" you exclaimed, your voice filled with disbelief as you turned to look at him. There he was, standing with a tentative smile, unsure if you were happy or upset. “This is truly amazing,” you said, rushing over to a rundown ticket booth.

Louis let out a sigh of relief as he followed you, swinging the door to the ticket booth wide open to step inside. “Welcome, ma'am! How many tickets can I get for you today?” he said with a smile, playfully waving a roll of tickets and brushing off the dust. You laughed and played along, responding, “Just give me as many as this can buy.” With that, you dropped a rock into the slot of the ticket booth.

"You can grab 30 tickets with that, but I’ll give you 50, just between us." Louis winked as he cut the tickets apart, passing them through the opening of the ticket booth right to you. “Just keep this under wraps, or my boss might have my head,” he added with a grin before stepping out of the booth to join you.

“Alright, where should we go first?” Louis asked, looking at the array of rides that loomed quietly in the rundown amusement park. “How about we start with the carousel, then move on to the bumper cars, and wrap up with the ferris wheel?” you proposed, taking the lead toward the first ride while Louis followed closely behind.

You and Louis took a moment to admire the carousel. “Do you remember how it used to spin and shine with all those colorful lights?” you asked, smiling. “I rode one of these when I was a kid with my parents, but that feels like forever ago,” he said as you climbed onto the carousel and found your place on a unicorn-shaped seat.

“Hey, how do I look up here?” you called out to Louis, your smile shining brightly. “Gorgeous,” he replied under his breath, his eyes locked on you. It was one of the few times he had seen your genuine smile since the twins went missing; lately, you had been all about work, barely giving yourself a chance to relax.

Louis slowly raised his hands to shape a frame around his face, pretending to take a picture. “Y/N, show me that smile,” he encouraged, making you beam as you slid off the unicorn seat and walked over to him. “If only we had real cameras, this would be a moment to remember,” you said.

"Don't worry about it; with me here, you'll always remember this," Louis said, before you took his hand as you walked toward the bumper cars. "I hope I can have you by my side forever," you responded. Louis felt a surge of excitement in his chest; today was the day he planned to confess his feelings to you, right at this moment.

As you both settled into a bumper car, laughter erupted as you said, “This looks like it was made for kids.” You felt your right leg brush against his left, your knees almost touching. “That’s true, but it doesn’t make it any less fun,” Louis responded.

"It would be way more thrilling if we could actually feel the bump of the other bumper cars around us," you said, a hint of restlessness in your voice as you stepped out of the still car. "How about we check out the ferris wheel instead?" you proposed, and Louis nodded in agreement as he stood up.

As you settled into the ferris wheel cart closest to the ground, Louis closed the door behind him, leaving it unlatched. He turned to look at you, sitting in front of him. You reached your hand through the bars to feel the gentle breeze and let out a sigh. “I miss so many things that were once part of life before the apocalypse struck,” you said.

Louis smiled gently, reaching out to take your hand and bringing both of your hands together in front of you. You looked at him, confused by his unexpected seriousness. “I know I might regret saying this later,” he confessed, “but I think now is the right moment to tell you. Y/N, I really like you, like really like you. I've been feeling this way for a while now.” He paused, his eyes locked on yours, as he completed his heartfelt confession.

You pulled your hand back from his and let out a soft laugh, catching him off guard and making a blush spread across his cheeks. Were you teasing him? “Louis, I feel the same way. I’m just laughing because I was going to tell you today,” you said as you shifted to sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “It’s kind of funny, isn’t it? We both meant to confess today.”

He smiled and said, "I guess this is our first date, huh?" When you looked up to meet his eyes, he turned to face you fully. You let out a gentle laugh, leaning in a bit closer before pressing your lips to his.