Minty (reader-chan)

This is a black female x reader story. A little synopsis about it:

Summary

Warnings!: MDNI!!! smut! Borderline punishing smut? Choking, abuse from partner. Verbal abuse. Manipulation. Subtle Yandere Izuku.

Content: You always go crying to your best friend when your boyfriend breaks your heart, and your best friend is always ready to comfort you in your times of need. Perhaps you shouldn’t have reached for any level of comfort this time.

Never fuck a friend.

You don’t know why you did but you know why you chose for it to be Izuku, the only man in your life that would be there for you regardless of what you do or who you’re with.

A mutual friend, the only blonde that’s had you up and down this emotional rollercoaster of a ride has yet again broken your heart and trust. Katsuki. The amount of times he’s cheated on you is insane, and every time you went back to him you looked just as crazy as he did. But you loved him, deeply, through whatever trauma you shared with the number two hero in training you loved Katsuki with your entire heart.

So why was he grabbing you by the neck and slamming you into the wall of his dorm room?

Katsuki breathed heavy down your face and his grip did not let up. Even when you whimpered a little from his finger tips digging into your trachea, it only got harder to breathe. “I told you to stop going through my phone,” He said in your ear, voice dangerously low, his chest heaving, “but you wanna be a detective. I can’t have you mistrusting me and sneaking behind my back to prove your delusions that I’m cheating on you. I didn’t okay? Not this time. If you keep screwing around and acting psycho I’m gonna leave your ass. You know it’s not the right time for us to break up yet.”

His tone was a warning, slow and reserved, calculated. Manipulative. That’s how he catches you. “You know I love you and only you baby, please stop making things harder for me. I’m trying.”

That’s right. He needed you for publicity. You were the perfect girlfriend, a golden child that he said he was going to marry. He meant it too, even if he cheated on you every time he went on a week long mission. And your quirk? Not to pull an Endeavor but there was no way Katsuki wasn’t going to cash in on whatever offspring you may bring him. You could turn the oxygen around you into explosives, imagine the oxygen in somebody’s body?

A walking lethal weapon.

He loved you, so he tells himself and yourself every day, but his actions right now? Which part of it was love? Right before he choke slammed you into the wall?

“You keep saying that, but some brunette on your phone is sending you nudes Katsuki?!” You choke out, tears perking the corners of your eyes, full lips trembling. “Maybe she’s just a horny fuck? Who gives a shit!” He released you at long last, rolling his eyes with clenched his fists. “You’ll never change,” you barely whisper, rubbing your neck softly. Before Katsuki had the chance to apologize for what he’s done, his ear went ringing and his right cheek went hot. You had slapped the wind out of him and then you left his room, tears streaming down your face as you sought your closest and bestest friend.

You went banging on Izuku’s door, which was many floors up, and in his room the 21 year old was at his desk working on a school project. His head whipped back, fluffy hair falling in his face as he stood and walked over to the door. Izuku was such a nerd, he had the glasses, the grades and everything, but he was a damn good hero. No one outside of his classmates and teachers would ever suspect that he was Deku, rivaling to be the next number one hero. If it wasn’t for his raw skills and physique, to the average civilian he would be a buff dork.

Izuku opened his door to see your crying figure, his heart pounding in his ears. It’s been so long since he’s seen you show up a mess like this. The last time you came to his room crying it was because of Katsuki, he hoped you didn’t come again because of the same reason.

Without a word you threw your arms around his torso and hugged him close and tight, face smashing into his chest. Izuku did not hesitate to take you into the room, a nervous smile on his lips when you walked with him to his bed. “Y/n what’s wrong?” He asked, eyes frantic as he looked on your face and sat beside you, calloused fingers caressing your cheek. You didn’t notice how dark his pupils were, how stoic his face was when he spoke to you, only his voice was laced with a sweetness you haven’t heard from your boyfriend since you were teenagers.

You should have noticed.

You begun the usual routine that happened biweekly, crying on his shoulder and telling him how much of an asshole Katsuki was being. Telling him that you suspected he was definitely cheating on you with this random brown haired chick. Izuku listened, he caressed your face and your hair and he listened carefully, telling you all that you needed to hear. “Everything will be okay,” and, “I’m here.”

You sob, through watery eyes you look into your best friend’s green ones and pressed your lips to his, briefly. You pull back, shocked at your own actions.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him quickly, wiping your tears and leaning away from him. “I didn’t–I shouldn’t have done that. I should go—” “No wait!” Izuku kept his hand on your thigh.

“Don’t, it’s okay.” He said, a dark look in his eye you are yet to see. He was holding back so much, the smile he suppressed was cracking. He trembled at the thoughts of what he wanted to do to you. With you. Izuku has wanted you since you guys were young but he never had the balls to say anything. He always waited for the right time, but that time never came, quite frankly, it disappeared as soon as Katsuki made claims on you. Was this his opening? After years of jerking off to the images you had posted on your Instagram, after more than a decade of secretly stuffing his face in your discarded underwear when he slept over at your place. Was this his time to shine?

He’d take any chance he could get to be with you. Any physical touch was enough.

You didn’t realize how heavy he was breathing. Too lost in your own thoughts of how embarrassing it was to literally throw yourself at your only good friend.

“Really Izuku,” you confess, “I shouldn’t have come here.” It’s not like you didn’t have your moments growing up where you crushed on him, and maybe here and there when he comforted you from Katsuki’s harsh treatment, he made your heart soar at how affectionate he was without wanting something in exchange. But that’s what you thought.

You thought wrong. Incredibly wrong.

Freckled hands touched your hand gently, Izuku was pulling you in closer by your hand, causing you to sit far more comfortably on his bed. He struggled to get the words out, but he said what he’s been waiting years to say regardless, a slick looking smile on his face, but to you it was just a nervous look.

“You can use me as you please y/n.”

You stared at him agape. What did he just say? Your pupils blown, you look into his own eyes all dumbfounded. “What did you just say?” Izuku nodded, once, allowing your hand to rest gently on his cheek. He rubbed his cheek against your palm, almost like a cat, his hand pawing at his pants. Adjusting the hard on so you couldn’t see just how turned on he’s been by your tears and your pouting, aching face.

“I said, you can use me as you please,” Izuku breathed out, looking up at you like a puppy that just got scolded. “Zu’zu..” He saw that as his sign. Izuku, shy about it, gently pressed his lips to yours. He didn’t know if you’d kiss him back or if you’d welcome him with open arms, but he needed that. Bad.

To his surprise you returned his kiss, slowly but surely pushing back physically until you hovered over him. He made his hands useful, resting them on your hips as the make out grew more and more intense. He did say you could do whatever you wanted with him.

You pull away, lips wet from his saliva and reaching for his shirt to grip. “I want to forget,” you tell him in all seriousness. “I don’t want to remember him at all. I want his lips and touch gone from my skin—“ “I’ll do it.” Izuku wasted no time, he latched his lips on to your neck and his hands were quick to grip your jeans, tugging on them and pulling them clean off. He sucked your neck like he’s never been with a woman before, had you on your back and legs spread so he could fit between your thighs.

He didn’t need to prep you, but he did.

Some nerd he was he moved like he got no play, but with his head dipped down between your thighs, it was a little too easy, how he gripped your panties with his teeth and pulled it to the side. Like he’s done this before. You let out a soft yip, his nose and face were already deep in it, lapping at your bud and weeping hole so he could show you just how much he wanted you to forget your man.

You couldn’t help it, you arched right into his mouth, gripping his bed head and softly shrieking his name. He’d be lying if he didn’t want you to be any louder than that. He wanted to hear you say his name, the sneaky bastard swirled his tongue around your insides as he thumbed your clit. The reaction was instant, exactly what he needed to hear. That deep chest gasp and moan that left any woman once you were doing it right. Izuku reached his hand up and under your shirt, gripping your bra, prying it to the side to pull out your boob. He took the liberty to pull and pinch on your nipple.

You hand lay across your eyes, practically sobbing and creaming on his tongue at the overstimulation.

You needed relief, now, a deep, “ughhh,” left your lips again, legs over around his shoulders as Izuku continued to bully you until your body begun to stutter. “Zu! Zuku I’m gonna–agh!” You couldn’t even get the words out. Izuku lifted his head before you could reach that peak climax. A trail of saliva that connected with your juices formed on his lips. He licked them, getting on his knees and unzipping his pants, kicking them off the bed and pulling out his heavy cock.

You hadn’t a clue that this man was packing so much. He was not leaking, but his pink tip looked almost red with how hard he was. You hardly sat up, he didn’t say a word. He only spat in his hand, lathering his shaft before he grabbed your hand gently and pulled you to your knees, he was rough.

He barely prepped your pussy, his tip rubbing along your lips before he brought you down on him, thick and hot dick spreading your walls, the walls that were already shaped for Katsuki’s seeds. Not his.

That thought made him gasp a bit, under his breath, but he remained calm. He let his hips do all the talking. Slamming your body up and down on his length, he didn’t fuck you like a virgin, he fucked you like he’s done it a thousand times before. You could hardly moan or even breathe with how hard he was knocking the wind out of your chest.

Gripping his shoulders with your mouth open and your eyes closed. It felt like he was using you like a flesh light. Like he was the one relieving his stress. Not you.

“Izukuuu,” you whined like a bitch in heat, even when he popped your tits into his mouth, biting and sucking on them like they were candy. You were too overstimulated, his finger found its way back to your hardened bud, pinching and circling your sensitive nib. Tears of pleasure began to fall, your moans became broken sobs and mews that he couldn’t get enough of. You weren’t even forming words anymore, not out of your mouth and not in your head.

When you tried to come off of him, pushing him back by his chest because he was moving too fast, too hard, the entire 13th floor could probably hear how loud he was fucking you, Izuku didn’t allow you to move once. His other hand was gripping your ass and holding you right there, right as he fucked up into you, hitting the back of your cervix and kissing that right angle where you saw nothing but white dots.

He was abusing your g-spot.

You didn’t even notice the tears that were falling from his own eyes because yours were closed. Certainly it wasn’t tears of pleasure, but more of anger. He knew you’d never let him touch you like this again. He knew you’d probably pretend this never occurred, and that’s why his thrusts only seemed to get harder and faster, going so far to keep your legs tight around his hips and to bully you into his mattress. Raising your legs up and over his shoulder to drill his dick raw in your pussy juices. He knew you already came, your cries fell on deaf ears with how much you begged him to stop.

Wait.

Give you a minute.

He just kept going, going until your legs got so weak you were hitting his chest to give you a break. Feeling like you were about to go numb from the hips and down. His hips snapped and stuttered, still plowing you like a glory hole when he opened his eyes to stare down at you. Your eyes were closed and lips were parted, looking like a fucked out dolly. He loved to see that side of you in person.

“So this is what Katsuki sees.” He rasped, you didn’t hear him. “Huh?!” Izuku didn’t repeat himself, he picked up the pace and grabbed you underneath your thighs to keep pounding into you, by the time he’s done you’d be too tender to sit. His hips slowed and his pace stuttered, Izuku sucked on his thumb before he brought it back down on your poor clit that he has abused nonstop throughout this entire ordeal. He watched you writhe and twitch, tears falling from your eyes when you were once more forced to cum on his cock.

Satisfaction filled his heart but it was momentary. Even when he bottomed out and shot his hot load in the deepest part of your cunt, stayed there until he was sure you were full of him and slowly pulled out, allowing you to feel how empty it was without him, slipping his finger down your cooch to act as a plug, preventing any of his semen from leaking out.

Planned.

Calculated.

You could hardly move, he slipped from underneath you to hold your by the waist and cling to you like a giant teddy bear, your face rested on his chest and you could hardly say anything to him. Izuku didn’t mind the silence. He spoke for the two of you, something you hardly registered, something along the lines of, “I love you.” To which you hardly replied. His tongue was caught in his mouth.

Oh how he wanted you to say it back. He smiled to himself, psychotic, nevertheless, you allowed him to have you in such a vulnerable way. He knew to himself that you loved him too. You’d probably just never say it.

He doesn’t know you’d never say it like that.

Months had passed since your wild sex ride with your bestie. You, as he predicted, never spoke about it again. You moved through classes, interviews and missions without so much as batting a flirtatious eye at him, and you continued to be that perfect girlfriend next to Katsuki.

As for Izuku he remained by your side without asking for anything, because just being beside you was enough for him. Even when you didn’t respond to his text about round two, a day after he fucked your lights out.

Even when you didn’t respond to his text asking if you could still feel him, two weeks after he fucked your lights out.

Even after you ignored his text two months after he fucked…you get the point. You were not avoiding him. No. You just needed a bit of space, you couldn’t look at him the same right now.

Until you did, you texted him back three months after, and Izuku was incredibly happy at that. Because even when you ignored his messages you still interacted with him in person more, and that was enough. He wouldn’t dare bring it up to your face, but he did bring up you, ignoring him.

Right now in this subtle party that Denki was throwing. You were standing right next to your other old friends, chatting with them about their hero courses and laughing about the days in highschool. Izuku was right next to you, not quite speaking but still present.

He interrupted your talk, tapping your shoulder to pull you aside a little bit.

Once he had you in a corner Izuku questioned you like a lover you disregarded after years of investment. “Hey so um, I saw you ignoring my texts. When were we gonna get to that conversation?” You shrugged, hardly making eye contact with him as you sipped on your drink. “I don’t know? What does it matter Zu’zu? It’s not like it’s gonna happen again.” You calmly tell him, completely unaware of the anger that festered in his eyes.

“Did you fuck him right after you fucked me?” He questioned, voice low and pelvis pressed to yours. You stilled, confused, pushing Izuku back by his chest. “What? No? Izuku stop.” You say, your voice wavers, you force an awkward smile laughing off his actions so prevent whoever may be looking from seeing this rather intimate but unwarranted action right now.

“So then why would you ignore me Y/n?” Izuku dipped his head down, kissing your jaw quickly, pulling back up and pressing his raging cock against your lower stomach. You felt just how hard he was growing and looked up at him once again, disgusted. You push him back a bit harder by the chest, careful not to draw any attention.

“What’s your problem?” You whisper at him aggressively, “you don’t do stuff like that without consent, and right now I don’t want you in anyway like that.” Izuku backed off, hurt.

“I,” his brows knitted with confusion, “I thought you loved me—“ You sighed so hard Izuku had to swallow his pride. “Zu’zu, you know I love you.” You told him, caressing his arm gently. “But Katsuki and I, we’re making this last.” Of course you were. Izuku felt defeat.

After the many years of loving you, and finally having you, you reject him like this? He smiled, tried not to show his tears and he nodded quickly. “Yeah I get it.” He walked away before you could have another say. But that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst of it was Katsuki’s voice coming from behind. Izuku turned over his shoulder to see why the house suddenly went silent and then it all clicked, why this random party full of red and white balloons was being held by Denki.

Katsuki got on one knee, pulling out from his pocket a beautiful f/c ring with your birthstone in it. He was proposing to you, in front of all of your old friends. That’s why he was invited too.

Izuku felt like he couldn’t breathe. His first instinct was to interrupt and break the ring on the spot but that would scare you away. He’s sure he’s scared you enough for today, pushing up on you like that? What was he thinking? You’d never want him if he’s so needy! He has to be more like the man you keep running back to. Yeah. That’s how he gets the girl.

Izuku watched with heavy eyes when you, with tears rolling down your face said yes. His throat felt tight but he clapped with everyone else. His jaw was stiff but he smiled like everyone else. Surely this is going to be the last time that Katsuki won. Actually he could just kill everyone in the room right now and be done with it! But that’s not the hero way.

Context: When your husband Neteyam is on a mission you are left in the care of his younger brother, who, unbeknownst to everyone, would flat out lay down his life for you.

Themes: character death, slight fluff, slight angst.

You sat with a scowl watching as Neteyam prepared to leave for a mission with his father, the young olo'eyktan in training had to leave with his father, operating as second in command to the small squad Jake had rallied up. You wanted to go with him, begged him to take you so you can take care of him if he got injured, but Neteyam refused. You were a fierce warrior, nothing close to his mother but somewhere along the lines. He believed you would kill even if you would throw up seconds later, but he feared more than anything losing you. "Take me Neteyam." "Kehe. You know I'm not going to listen to your pleads any longer." You glare at the back of his head harder, arms crossed and lips at the verge of trembling. "We have enough fire power," he told you again, for the 5th time. He slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to face you, headdress chiming when he moved. "I need you here, y/n, safe and out of harm's way." He caressed your cheek, four fingers on your blue skin, leaning down to capture your lips in a quick light kiss. You were upset he didn't want to bring you along, but you couldn't resist his love for you, so with a heavy heart you returned his kiss. In a minute shared, he pulled away from you then to rub your braided head. "Be well yawne," "I will. I'm not a child, don't treat me so." Neteyam laughed at your quick wits. "Lo'ak will take care of you."

That, made you react. Ears perched and eyes wide, you get on you knee about to stand and protest on an entirely different topic! "Lo'ak?!" You yelled, dumbfounded, "why him?! Lo'ak doesn't care about me like Kiri does! You could have chosen a better sibling to watch over me." You were muttering by the last sentence, arms folded and standing nose to chin with the Na'vi. Neteyam laughed, kissing your forehead gently, lingering for just a moment longer than he was supposed to. "Now you're behaving like a child," he teased, "Lo'ak is perfect for the job. He's banned from this mission, so looking after you is the next best thing." He said, kissing your cheek next. The man couldn't get his lips off you! "Just try to get along with him. For me. Okay?" You were reluctant but the last thing on your mind right now, was to defy your leaving husband, having no idea when he would even get back. "Alright," you murmur, hand clenched to a ball, "I'll try." "That's my girl." Neteyam pressed his finger gently into your neck when you tilted your head up, lips capturing yours in a much more heated kiss than before. He stopped for a breath, a chaste kiss to your neck and a small pat on your rear. Heavy but striking. "Come see me off." You nod, face heated and lips swollen. If he didn't have to go right his instant, you're sure from that kiss alone he'd have you. You follow him to the departure area regardless, hands behind your back as you watched him mount his ikran, completely oblivious to the lurking tall figure that came up behind you slowly.

You watched the other warriors, father-in-law included as they got on their rides as well. Conversing briefly. Jake looked your way, towards Kiri who was sat on a log to your right and Neytiri to your front far left, her face you couldn't see, but her body language may have been the same as yours. Tense, anxious, but full of love for her son and her mate. "Be careful," Neytiri warned them, eyes low. You nod agreeing with her. Jake returned her look, leading the flight off as Neteyam did the same, then the other 5 warriors followed. Leaving the Omatikaya clan behind heading East.

You felt your anxiety coming back again, but Kiri's hand on your shoulder brought you back and a smile on your face. "He'll be alright." You smile softly, "yes, you're right sister." Turning to head to your marui, it was only then that you noticed the figure behind you. A startled yip left you, backing up quickly and looking up into the eyes of the man Neteyam left in charge of you.

Lo'ak looked so bored staring down at you, not a smile on his scarred face, not a light in his golden brown eyes. "Ah! Lo'ak! You scared me!" You yelled, glaring at the brother who didn't return your gaze. "Your social awareness is terrible." He rolled his eyes then, still staring down at you. "Whatever," you grumbled, walking around him. Nobody else was around. He turned heel too, walking behind you. It instantly annoyed you as you and Lo'ak did not get along. "What do you waaaant?!" You drag, still walking up the rooted paths. Lo'ak shrugged, grabbing a fruit from a passerby's basket and biting into it. "I'm following orders." Lo'ak says with nuance. Eywa, the one time he follows orders and he sticks to it, must it be now?

"I heard you were on probation. What did you do this time?" Lo'ak snickered. You thought your words would jab at him and make him go away, but it just seemed to fuel the asshole. "I shot an RDA in the head when I wasn't supposed to and caused our cover to be blown. Ruined the entire mission." You were not surprised to hear he messed up a mission, but the way he did it shocked you. "Oh," you say softly. Lo'ak again, did not react. When you made it to your marui, Lo'ak stood by the doorway and sat down. You noticed then when you turned to talk to him, to ask if he was going to come in as a mockery, the songchord across his chest. Decorated with Metkayina charms, shells, seaweeds and corals.

He was very attached to his chord, you noticed. He hardly ever spoke about Awa'atlu unlike his siblings. Maybe his time there was too painful. Maybe leaving, was too great of a burden. "Aren't you coming in?" Lo'ak shook his head, "that's your privacy. I'm going to sit right here." His chest rumbled, and he turned his head away from your door's flap. You close the zip, secretly celebrating not being able to see his face any longer, and then you get into your crafts, sitting in your bed and weaving, working on a blanket.

Lo'ak sat there for hours, like a patient pay'lin. It was only until dark that you left the marui and he finally moved. You didn't look at him when you walked out, nose stuck to the air and tail lashing with irritation behind you. "You're still here?" You grunt, eyes on the starry sky above. Lo'ak stood to his feet, towering over you. Not a smile gracing his face. "Yep. Still here." Ugh, how infuriating! Not even a second did you spare him a glance and you walked away to the dining hall, hunger had consumed you. All the other villagers were already eating. You join the Sulli clan's side and sit with your in-laws. Kiri and Tuk hardly ate, pushing at the fish and the fruits with boredom. "Why are we sad?" You questioned, sitting with them, Lo'ak sat opposite you all.

Kiri spoke up, "Spider and I got in a fight." Tuk was quick to interject, "Kiri pushed Spider and he left to go for a walk!!" Immediately Lo'ak smacked Kiri behind her head, "why would you do that? You know Spider's sensitive!" Tuk raised her hand, "that's what I said!" "And now you're sad because he reacted to your temper? Jeez." Lo'ak rubbed his face. "He'll be back. Just give him some space okay?" He tried to console his sister, but Kiri was still upset. She wanted nothing more than to hug her mate and tell him how much she loved him! Kiri tucked her knees in and rested her head on them, groaning. "I'm gonna go look for him," you tell her, patting her back; you were done with your meal. Your e/c eyes met the fierce golden brown ones of your brother-in-law. Lo'ak was pissed. But why? This didn't concern him.

"What?!" You yell at him, standing and walking away from the communal area. Lo'ak was on your tail. "You really want to go out at night to find Spider?" "Yes! And? Does this bother you?" You roll your eyes. Lo'ak held back a laugh from pure frustration. "It does. I'm in charge of you. Spider is going to be fine, literally go back to your marui or go to bed." You could hardly contain your laugh, staring at him like he was crazy. Telling YOU what to do?! "You're not my mate." "I am in charge of your physical well-being Y/n." "I will do as I please!" Silence. A leaf falls between you. You huff, walking away straight for the forest. You didn't have to listen to him.

You and Lo'ak walked in the forest for at least an hour, calling out to Spider and searching in bushes, tree trunks and trees. Neither of you spoke though. Lo'ak actually got so annoyed with your stupid idea of looking for this grown man that he left you like 10 ft behind him as he walked ahead. Incredibly childish, so Lo'ak. But you were independent! You were a warrior and you could take care of yourself! "I don't know why Neteyam married someone like you!" He called behind him. You snarl, "huh?! What does that even mean?!" He didn't respond and that made you angrier. "Stop walking! You're so rude to me! Ever since we met you've been nothing but an asshole to me! What did I ever do to you?!" Lo'ak remained silent, letting nature speak for him. You let out a long exaggerated groan, cursing him out under breath before you heard a low growl behind you.

It sounded like an animal, but nothing friendly. Instinct took over, you knew that the animal was not friendly, especially hearing the second dog like growl. You turned your head around slowly, eyes scanning the dark rainforest for whatever that sound may be, but you couldn't see anything! From the moonlight however it happened, the moon provided light, allowing you to see a slender razor teeth animal, it's skin was a deep shade of black, six legs and four green eyes, glowing and staring dead at you. A nantang. You hesitated. Opening your mouth as you backed away from it, trying not to trip, "Lo'ak..." Lo'ak was too far ahead though. He probably wouldn't hear you even if you yelled.

The nantang growled again, no longer hugging the earth, now it strutted towards you, teeth baring and saliva dripping at the side of it's mouth. You reached nervously for your knife in the back of your thigh's guard. Your chest moved with anxiousness, breathing way too heavy now. "Lo'ak!!" You cried for the brother, but again, he may have been too far. At your second cry, the nantang pounced at you, its sharp claws almost swiped at your leg. You were already running for it, jumping over fallen branches and snapping twigs beneath your feet. You screamed, running for your life with tears at the corner of your eyes. Terrified.

As faith has it, you slammed your foot into an uprooted root so hard you pitched, tumbling down the ground, unfortunately a hill, and your knee hit a stone. You yelled out of pain, a sharp inhale and getting up on your good leg. "Aghh! Lo'ak!!" You again yelled for him. Just as the nantang came stalking your injured being down the hill and sharp whistle of an arrow flew past your head and straight into the creatures eye. It howled, backed up and shrieked before he began to charge again, directly at you when another arrow came flying, flames at the tip of the weapon, hitting the nantang in the center of it's forehead and exiting out the other end. It dropped to the ground, deceased. You got to your feet at long last, screaming in agony and crying. Lo'ak's arms were already around your waist, giving you support as he lifted you to balance on your good leg. "Are you alright?!" He yelled, frustrated. "No!!" You cried, face streaked with tears and biting back groans, limping and walking back to hometree.

"I leave you alone for 3 minutes and you nearly die! That's on you, why can't you be more careful?!" You whip your head at him, "you were the one that was supposed to protect me!!" Lo'ak hissed in your face, like the irritated young adult that mimicked his teenage self. "You could have died." He mumbled, and in a split second tears fell from his eyes. You were shocked, not expecting that. "I think I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I lost you too." Your heart skipped a beat. What was he talking about?? Lo'ak sniffed, reaching down to look at your leg. he reached into his side bag, pulling out bandage cloths and wrapping it around your knee and your foot to suppress the blood. Lo'ak got back up, he resumed the walk. "Lost me too?" You questioned him. Lo'ak has never shown you an ounce of care. So why now? "Tsireya." You heart dropped. You've only ever heard that name twice. It was the girl from the reefs that he met. Is that who he grieved??

"Is she your mate?" You asked him, eyes heavy. "She was supposed to be." He confessed, fingers gently touching the seashell on his song chord. "What happened?" Lo'ak hesitated to talk, like saying what he wanted to say made his soul heavy. "She died." Your eyes dropped to the ground as you limped along. "I'm sorry." "It's okay. That was so long ago, I don't know why I still grieve." You rub his shoulder with your thumb, "because you love her." Lo'ak remains silent, his hand tightened just a bit on your waist.

"You mean so much to my brother," he whispered, "if you died because of me. I'd never forgive myself. Like Tsireya." He wiped his tears quickly. You kept your eyes on the ground. You didn't want to pry but, you were curious and you wanted him to keep talking. "How did she die?" Lo'ak swallowed slowly, hometree in sight. "She was shot by an RDA when we were at war," he begunk, voice getting deeper, "and I was in the line of fire. She took the bullet, straight through her heart. Died in my arms." You stop walking to look at him in the eyes. Tears welled in your own as you forced him to look at your face. "Oh Lo'ak. That wasn't your fault," you whisper, putting your head to his forehead when you made him bend.

"None of that was your fault." Lo'ak refused to hear it though. "You could've died and I would have been to blame too. I was supposed to protect her and I failed." He tapped your forehead with his fingers, "I won't let the same thing happen to you. I am your protector, I will act as it. Do better." You nod, knowing deep down Lo'ak would not listen any further, but now you knew why he was always so mean to you. "Oh," he finished, "and I found Spider. He was headed home." You face palmed, maybe coming out here really was a bad idea! "Ugh we came out here for nothing!" "I tried to tell you," Lo'ak laughed, giving you assistance as you climbed the hill to enter hometree. You were tended to, your injuries, bed ridden and given medicine to drink for fast healing and relief of the pain. Your knee was broken and foot swollen, but on the other hand Lo'ak and Neytiri took care of you. You got to learn more about Lo'ak, and when Neteyam came home two weeks later, seeing you bed ridden, he scolded his brother, but he also thanked him whole heartedly.

It was an accident, yes, but he heard it before he saw it. It was two nights ago when Scott and his friends were at Derek’s place, talking about a potential threat that made themselves known just a few months ago. An enemy pact, with an Alpha that wanted more power, and to get that power he was out for Scott. Peter ran into them first, like a moth to a flame, where there was trouble Peter likely knew exactly what was going on. They had him tied and tortured for three nights before they let him go as a warning, that next time, they were going after the weakest link in Scott’s pact. Now, at the time, the weakest person was definitely Stiles.

Now that you were here though? You were their weakest, and that’s why Isaac was sent to watch over you.

Stiles broke away from the meeting to go get fresh air on the roof. He didn’t notice that their members were few, he only needed some breeze. He felt hot from the information that he was just given. The thought of you being in danger was pushing him on the edge, he wanted you to leave Beacon Hills until this danger blew over, but a part of him knew you wouldn’t want to go. You’d want to stay regardless, to be of some use.

He groaned and rubbed his face as he walked up the stairs. Not only was it frustrating to protect you from literal werewolves, he wanted to protect your heart. Remembering that the man you loved, who you were promised a future with, was likely seeing a mutual friend of everyone, was killing him inside. Him and Scott. Stiles more because he would never, do that to you.

He paused on the staircase again, hand smacking over his face to keep his thoughts contained. “Stop it Stiles,” he scolds himself too harshly, linking the love he felt for you to what he used to feel for Lydia. He was obsessed with the redhead, yes, but he was over the moon for you. Over it. He knew that if anything were to happen, he’d put his life on the line for you. He didn’t need that in return. When he imagined you hugging him and telling him, ‘Stiles! Thank you,’ he felt his chest pull. At this point he would do anything to make you smile.

Opening the door to the outside, he saw it. With his own two eyes, the proof that he and Scott were looking for. An intense kiss exchanged between the tallest werewolf and their archer. Pushed against the wall with her leg up and over his hip. Dark hair disheveled when he let out a low growl to kiss her neck, hands going up her short black skirt. Stiles couldn’t help the, “ohh!” That left him, covering his mouth quickly. Isaac pulled away fast, Allison’s lipstick stained on his lips.

His yellow eyes switched back to blue and Isaac immediately grabbed Stiles by his wrist and covered his mouth, behind him in the blink of an eye just when the man was heading down to tell Scott.

“Shh!” Isaac tried to quiet him, the muffled screams of Stiles spread across the roof. Allison walks over, fixing her shirt and nervously looking at the taller male. Slowly, Isaac removed his hand and Stiles glared at them. “I knew it. I knew something was going on between the two of you!” He rasped, anger in his eyes. Allison couldn’t look at him. Isaac released his wrist only for Stiles to sprint further away. Guilt all over his face, he ran a hand through his dirty brownish-blonde hair. “Stiles please don’t say anything,” he pleaded, a hand raised. “What am I supposed to do? Walk back out there like I didn’t see shit? Talk to Scott like his sister isn’t being cheated on by his friend and his ex? Y/n should kill you,” Stiles placed his hand on his hip, taking deep breaths, “and I should too. You know how much that girl loves you?! She talks to me about you everyday even when you’re right in front of her!”

Allison spoke next, a crack in her voice, “we’ll tell her. We didn’t mean for it to get this far, and we never meant to hurt y/n–”Stiles raised his hand next to shut her up. “I don’t need to hear this,” he said with a sarcastic smile, “honestly…fu..” he took a deep breath again, “I don’t care, about your apology. I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. If you don’t tell her by Sunday I’m snitching. I don’t care,” Stiles told them, lips tight as he walked down the stairs back to the studio.

That’s why now, on a cool Friday night, Stiles was in Scott's room, a hand on the doorway as he watched you lay on your brother's bed. He had just brought you a drink. You sat up, sipping the lemonade and staring at his figure; he was tense and quiet. That was not the usual Stiles. "You've been standing in the doorway for 5 minutes now," you say, smiling softly while you reapplied your lip gloss. Stiles nods once, swallowing his saliva. "Yeah," he smiled but it was out of nervousness. "Got a lot on my mind." He looked up then, Adam's apple moving when he took in a slow breath, and blinked away his worries. "I'm gonna leave you to it, we're all downstairs whenever you're ready to join for the movie, but...before I go." You raise your eyebrow. Stiles continued, "if...you knew that your friend...a friend that you were so in love with, was being...disrespected...you know," he kept his arm on the doorway, "if they were being betrayed. Would you tell them? And if you were...how?"

You blinked. "Wow Stiles, that's a heavy question." Staring at Scott's closet. "I don't know what I'd do," you admit, "but I'd at least hint something to that friend." Stiles shook his head, "it's not that simple though." You nod, agreeing. "I know. It isn't. What? Is Aiden cheating on Lydia??" "Psh! No! They aren't even dating." Stiles rubbed behind his neck, "alright I'm downstairs. If you need me..." you smile at him, understanding where his words were headed. "I will." Then he left you, pulling the door in behind him. He walked downstairs, slowly, then he sat in the chair opposite Allison and Isaac, basically glaring at them as they sat in the couch under the same blanket. Shaking his head, he thought them so shameless. He was bouncing his leg. A part of him didn’t want to wait until Sunday any longer. He wanted to tell you right now, but if he heard it from you that might make your relationship strain. And if he knew but said nothing, your relationship might still lose its foundation.

You could hardly find time to have that one on one talk with Isaac that you needed. You were always busy doing something yet it felt like nothing hanging out with your brother's friends, you begun to miss your own from college. Going out of your way to facetime your group chat that night. They were either in other states or vacationing overseas. You begun telling your girls about the suspicions you had with Isaac as you lay on your brother's bed.

All of his friends were over, including your boyfriend, but they were all downstairs in the living room, cozy under borrowed blankets and searching for something to watch on Netflix. Scott had even invited Kira, a girl he was lowkey crushing on. You could hear Liam loudly on a phone call, talking to a pizza restaurant and ordering 3 boxes, Lydia was probably giving him her credit card for the payment and Scott was probably in the kitchen with Kira, making the drinks and getting other snacks.

You roll on your back, hair sprawled on the bed beneath your head and earphones plugged into your phone as you spoke to the three faces staring back at you on facetime. "So boom, I saw this text message on his phone from..." you pause and listen carefully, making sure those werewolves weren't eavesdropping then continued, "Allison. At 1am telling my man, good night." One of the girls, Jayda, a light skinned girl with her hair dyed auburn brought the phone closer. "They f***ing." "That's what I was saying!" Interrupted your other friend Dee, mocha skinned with a blond wig installed, doing her lips and wearing a strapless Jamaican flag top.

She was vacationing in, you guessed it, Jamaica, with her own boyfriend. "I told y/n exactly that two days ago! I said, they MUST be f***ing! I mean, a message like that at what time?! She knows y'all are dating and been dating! Why does she have to tell him good night?" You sigh and roll on to your belly, grabbing your bonnet and putting it on before you got your hair messy and the oils drained.

"So I should definitely confront him." "If you don't ask white boy what the hell he got going on with that girl you're a fool." Was all your third friend, Fiona, a Hispanic girl that dyed her hair pink finally said. You had to hear it from three people that the relationship between Isaac and Allison was not okay. What more encouragement did you need to talk to him? A physical image of them kissing??

You sat up, legs thrown off of Scott's bed and hanging up the phone with a quick, talk later. Your fingers grip the bedsheets, nerves started to attack you. There was no nice way to address this, so, here goes. You step out of Scott's room and head downstairs, your heart beating a little too fast the closer you got to the living room. Isaac was already looking your way before you saw him, Allison to his left and snuggling into the blanket they shared, a smile on her face that faded the moment she saw you. He stood up, the blanket falling off of him as Allison looked on with watchful eyes. Her black hair falling in her face once he started moving towards you.

Nobody else was paying attention, only Stiles and Lydia. The redhead and freckled faced man make eye contact before they look back at the three of you.

Isaac's eyes were filled with worry, he could feel the anxiety radiating off of you when he walked over to comfort you. “Hey, you okay?” He asked, his hand on your hip. You weren't smiling at him like you did that entire week. Your glossy lips were tight and you were fondling with your pajama's ribbon. "I need to talk to you."

In the background everyone was either talking or trying to watch a movie. Allison on the other hand was looking at your body language while she leaned on her hand, worry in her eyes. Stiles sat off in a corner watching it all go down, wanting so badly to stand up and grab Scott. You took his hand in yours, walking with him up the stairs to get to your room. Every step felt like you were sealing your faith. Once you were in your room, you took deep breaths to control your emotions and you sat in your old study chair as the tall werewolf sat in your bed. Neither of you spoke for a good minute, until Isaac broke the silence. "Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong?" Even when you were trying to uncover his secretive behavior with her, the way he was looking at you right now made you doubt your thoughts. You were hoping that this night was going to end with you two still being an item.

"Isaac," you called his name to keep you grounded, "something has been bugging me since I came home." He nods, feet shuffling on your carpet. "I know you and Allison started off with a terrible relationship. I heard about the times she tried to kill you," you smile, but it's broken. "But since I've been here, I can see that your friendship has really blossomed." You pause, looking into his blue eyes, "really, blossomed." Isaac turned to your window then back at you, eyes blinking slowly but he said nothing.

"I hate to be an accuser, so I'm just gonna ask. Is anything going on between you and Allison?" The room was silent. Only the sound of the trees outside your window rustling filled the space, and his feet, shuffling on your carpet. You waited, two minutes, three, he still didn't say anything. You stand, walking towards your closet where you had an old toy from childhood. A squeaky bat. You pick it up, anger boiling inside of you. "You didn't answer my question." You state, walking back to your chair and sitting in it. "Maybe I need to word it in another way," you smiled, gripping the toy bat harder. "Did you sleep with her?" Isaac's body stilled. Anybody could tell that he just stopped breathing.

All those times you caught them smiling so brightly with one another, flirting subtly in the car or while you were out walking. He was always next to her, more than he was with you. The pictures you came across while in college of her on his motorcycle and him tagged. It all made sense. Stiles, his comment that day during the picnic. He was trying to tell you something, so why weren't you listening?? Stiles again, just a few minutes ago. He told you, he just wasn't direct!

You shake your head, holding your breath.

Isaac didn’t respond. You knew he did, he didn’t even have to confirm anything with the way his head was dropped. Without thinking, you swung the bat at him, the squeaky sound of the bat fills the room. Over and over you swung the bat at him and he did not move, with all your strength. “When did you do it?!” You screamed at him, the bat falls to the carpet and just then, Stiles and Scott came bursting into your room, Allison behind them in the hallway.

When he looked up, his eyes were glowing gold, just as Scott’s were red. Isaac got up, hands in the air to make sure everyone was going to remain calm. “It was one time,” he confessed, but that just made you angrier. About to swing at him with your fists, Stiles had to grab you by your waist and pull you back. “Y/n don’t! It’s not worth it!” He tried to calm you down, jaw clenched as he held you tighter and pulled you out of the room.

Scott on the other hand could not be controlled like you. He walked over to Isaac with his claws exposed. He felt every emotion in the room and yours was stronger, so it fueled him. “Get out.” Scott growled, and Isaac with his hands raised tried to move out of the alpha’s way. “I knew you were messing around with Allison,” he looked back at Allison next, who was barely a hand away from your fist next. Stiles kept pulling you through the hallway towards Scott’s room.

“It just happened,” Isaac confessed. Allison froze in that moment, her eyes hit the floor and she rubbed her hands on her arms. She opened her mouth to defend him, but Scott gave her a glare, tilting his head, “you don’t even need to speak,” he told her, “I can hear your heart.” He looked back at his friend, moving out of the way and watching the two walk down the stairs. Isaac kept looking back as he left, he wanted to talk to you. To explain himself, to beg for your forgiveness, but Scott did not allow him to walk back up the stairs. He escorted them all the way to the front door and stuck his claws into the door to keep himself from swiping at the werewolf.

“Both of you make me sick,” he admits, looking up and breathing heavy. “Stay away from my sister Isaac. Stay. Away.”

In Scott’s room, you were laying on your brother’s bed in tears as Stiles held you. You couldn’t hold your emotions in, snot running down your face and arms flailing. You did not want to be held. The brunette by your side, was not giving up though. He locked his legs around your form, your bonnet fell off your head and your hair was all in his face. You turned to push him away but found Stiles wincing from all your punching and pushing. “Y/n please, calm down for a minute.” You pause, looking into his light brown eyes and then away. “I’m sorry.” You tell him, pulling yourself away from his arms to rub you face.

“Really, there’s nothing to be apologetic about,” he says, legs folded and hands on top of yours. He bit his lip, bowed his head and then looked up at you again, watching your tear stained face. “I should be sorry,” his voice was cracking. “Scott and I, we kind of knew that Isaac and Allison were messing around. I should’ve told you something earlier,” he threw his head in his hands, hitting himself on the knee. You watched him.

“What could y’all have done? Or even said?” You grumble, side eyeing the window where you saw them leaving. Your stomach ached, wishing you were back in North Dakota. How could you spend the rest of your summer around when all Isaac and Allison were going to be around? Regardless of his cheating they were all still part of Scott’s pact. Eventually you’d have to acknowledge them in the same space, knowing that they betrayed you.

Stiles didn’t like the way you were talking, he comes in closer, running his fingers along your cheek so you could look at him. It was killing him inside. He had a feeling that if you left for college again this summer, the chances of you coming back for winter or even next year were slim, and he couldn’t not see you. It was so selfish of him. At this moment as he comforted you, he wanted to hold you and tell you how much Isaac didn’t deserve you.

He fumbled with his hands and bite his lip some more, moving in a bit closer so you were thigh by thigh. Your caramel vanilla scent hit his nose when you accidentally leaned in a bit too close, leaning away quickly to rub your arms. “If you leave after the summer’s up…please don’t stay away.” Stiles muttered, his hands were inches away from your thigh. You looked at him, your brown thighs against his jeans, you eye his bitten lip. You can see the need in his eyes.

He glanced up with his mouth gaped, “if you stay away I’ll miss you.” He said, a lip folded smile. He wanted to say more but was it a good time? You rest your hand on his shoulder then, “you’re a good friend Stiles. Really. But,” your eyes drop to the bed, “I don’t think I’d want to visit again.” It was hard to get those words out, but you couldn’t deny the pain in your heart. You moved to get out of Scott’s room, only for Stiles to grab you by your wrist. “You can’t,” he started, pink lips gaped and pulling you back to the bed. “I love you, I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t come back.” His voice trembled as he confessed, wiping his sweaty hands on his shirt and releasing you. You tilt your head at him, “you said you what?” Immediately he smacked his hand over his mouth, regret washing over his face.

“It’s not the best time I know,” he ran his hand in his hair, “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try again later I just. I can’t lose you.” His head moves up and down, thinking about his actions. There were many thoughts going through your head. You never thought Stiles could have seen you in that light. Growing up with him, he never gave you that attention. Sure, you crushed on him in your early teens but that went away in months. So how did he end up liking you?

“I need time,” you told him honestly, hand on your forehead and leaving your brother’s room so you could hit the bathroom. Stiles watched you go, he didn’t stop you. He only screamed into Scott’s pillow when you were out of sight, giving enough time for his best friend to walk into his room with his hands on his hip. Kira and Lydia were downstairs with Liam, putting away the food before it got all wasted. “Where’s y/n?” Scott asked him, “bathroom.” Stiles said sitting up. From one look at him Scott knew that Stiles confessed his feelings. He pats his friend on the shoulder and sat next to him, “did she reject you?” Stiles shook his head.

Part 2

MDNI!

Summary: You and Isaac were happily dating before he started to have a friendship with Allison, which caused you two to drift apart emotionally, quickly. And when two people in a relationship lack communication, they break up.

A/N: Reader is Scott’s younger half sister. Same mom, different dad, but she mainly presents as black. Slight Stiles x reader. This is a two part story. Not sure if I’ll make it three but it’s a bit of a slow burn angst. Suggestive sexual themes.

A/n: Hello! As the tags stated, the reader's race is of African-decent! Yes! So, there will be mentions of type 4 hair but you will be able to edit the texture/pattern. I am aware that there are many shades of black out there, so the skin color is still up for editing, mentioned by the use of s/c. The only thing that I wanted to make a little bit different is that the reader is of Caribbean decent. In the One Piece World, she will be from an island, and here every Caribbean country will just be an island to fit the aesthetic. Also I will be tweaking Luffy's interaction with Blackbeard a little so it is not going to be accurate to the anime, so please don't be upset about it! The tweak was necessary! Thank you for reading and enjoy!!

Keys:

S/c = skin color but you will refer to it as a shade in these written contexts.

Y/n = your name. Your character’s name to be specific.

H/c= hair color

H/t = hair type

H/s= hair style

E/c= eye color

Luffy had been quiet all day. It wasn't like him to be so silent so the crew was very worried. They had already completed their most recent mission, take Vivi to Alabasta and save her country, in tern they had defeated the villain Crocodile, and were on the run yet again from the Marines. So now what? The journey on to finding the One Piece continues! With their newest yet unofficial member Robin, they kept sailing straight ahead, unaware of their next adventure. Everyone was on edge watching their captain just sit there in the crow's nest, head down as he played with something in his hand. The only times he was quiet was if he was serious, about to make a bad decision. Their captain is a simple man. Nothing bothered him, even when he was disturbed.

Usopp looked at Zoro, who sat shirtless and meditated, a fishing rod in hand as he fished into the sea. "Hey Zoro, does something look wrong with Luffy?" Zoro said nothing, he took a deep breath and kept trying to get lost in his thoughts. Usopp didn't notice the swordsman was trying to ignore him so he kept pushing, leaning on the rails of the ship and talking again, "I think he's sad. He's been quiet ever since Nami said we were approaching Jaya Island. Go check on him," the man encouraged, reeling in nothing. Zoro kept his arms crossed and eyes closed, still minding his own business, "no." His bluntness made the man next to him scuff. "You're his right hand!" Usopp yells, putting down the fishing rod. Hot from the beating sun and agitated for lunch was yet to be served. Zoro remained quiet and that was the end of their talk.

Usopp muttered words of annoyance and walked away, barely looking up at the nest before walking into the map room to speak to Nami and Robin. Nami didn't spare him much of a look, and neither did Robin, who was busy pulling on the cheeks of Chopper. "Ummm, guys." Nami barely acknowledged him, "what?" "Luffy hasn't moved from the nest yet." The women and the reindeer looked at their sniper. Nami glanced at Chopper with the same thought in mind, "is he sick or something??" "Perhaps we should ask the captain what's wrong." Robin spoke, her pale hand running along Chopper's face. "Yes yes I agree!" Chopper squeals, smiling ear to ear. Usopp had a face of relief, at least someone else was just as concerned as himself! He sighed, taking off his durag to tussle his locs. "Oh thank God, I thought I was crazy for thinking he was being off." Nami shook her head, "nope you're not crazy."

They all leave the map room then, with Chopper leading the way. Once before the crow's nest Usopp yelled up for their captain, "hey Luffy! You okay buddy?!" Luffy hardly budged, hair blowing back with the wind as his hat dangled from around his neck. "Peachy!" He yelled down, still looking at something in his hand. "Luffy you don't look alright. Come down and talk to us!!" Nami yelled next, hands on her hips and head tilted. Luffy sighed, he didn't want to get down as he was enjoying the breeze and reminiscing in his thoughts but, as much as he was naturally annoying, he had the audacity to think if he didn't come down his crewmate would continue to annoy HIM! "I'm coming!" He reached down with his stretchy arms and grabbed Usopp's shoulders before snapping himself on deck, almost falling but his friend was able to grab him by the waist. "Woahhh! That was fun! What do you guys want?!" The four look at each other before they looked back at their captain, and with a cautious tone they asked him, "is everything okay? You've been up there staring at nothing for hours." Luffy's eyes widened, a giant smile on his face before he laughed. "Oh! You were worried! I was just thinking about my wife! I remembered that she was from Jaya Island so hearing the name made me think about her."

He rocked back and forth with his hands on his hips, mouths hung open all around him and nobody said anything for a good minute. "HA! Okay stop lying-" Nami told him, hand on his shoulder, but Luffy shook his head. "What is there to lie about?! I have a wife! Is that so surprising??"

Usopp took right off running, screaming like bloody murder all the way into the kitchen to get Sanji. "SANJIIIII!" "I'm literally cooking! WHAT?!" Usopp tried to pry him away from the stove. "Sanji it's terrible! Luffy is becoming a liar and it's all my fault! He said he has A WIFEEE!" Sanji quickly finished up cooking and plating lunch, before he stormed out of the kitchen, hands wiping away at the kitchen towel he rested on his shoulder. Concern covered his entire face and with knitted brows he approached their captain with his hands in the air, “what’s this I hear about you having a wife?! Before me?!”

Nami face palmed, was that all he cared about?

Their captain only laughed. Their reactions were such an entertainment to him but they were being so serious! “Why are we acting like me having a wife is so crazy?” Luffy asks, walking away to the railings of the ship so he could look upon the sea. Everyone trailed behind him, “because it is,” said Usopp, lips folded and eyes blinking slowly.

“Here is your proof if you don’t believe me!” Luffy turned around, he fished into his pocket and then he pulled out a small ring; it was green, pink and gold. The ring was clearly for a woman, which made the straw hat’s confusion worse, until Luffy spoke again. “Before I left my home, she told me to keep it, as a reminder of her. Although I told her that I would be back!” Nami couldn’t help but frown at his, her fingers grace Luffy’s shoulder, “you must miss her so much…” “I do.” He puts the ring back in his pocket. “I can’t wait to see her old home! Maybe I’ll see where she used to live too!”

Their talk was interrupted by Zoro yelling in the background. “We’re close! I see Jaya!”

Now he got up? Nami walked to the rails and looked out, “he’s right! We’re almost there!” Luffy’s smile just brightened while he grabbed a hold of his cyan hoodie, hooking his fingers at the strings. “To Jaya Island!!”

When they approached land, the straw hats had only one intention. Find out how to get to Skypiea. Somebody on that island had to know something about the land, and with the log post constantly pointing upwards it greatly confused the pirates!

Luffy looked about the area that they ended up in, Mock Town. It was kind of rundown, a few buildings here and there and cacti. It may as well have been abandoned, but the sound of roaring laughter from a building that looked like a tavern somewhere about was definitely a sign of life.

Luffy lead the way, he didn’t knock, he just walked in, and the laughter was cut immediately. The townsfolk didn’t seem too pleased at his presence but Luffy obviously didn’t care. Or noticed. “Hello!” Luffy greeted, approaching the counter at the bar with Zoro right behind him. Nami and Usopp were hesitant, they backed out a bit, but Robin and Chopper made them keep walking. Soon, they were all in and sitting at the bar. The people in the tavern, upon further examination, were pirates too. But not the nice kinds like Luffy and his crew. Dangerous, murderous, sneaking thieves and villains.

Nami made eye contact with Usopp, and the sniper leaned down to whisper to her, “we need to get the hell out of here. Tell Luffy we have to go this place is giving me the heebie-jeebies.” Nami shook her head quickly, red hair flying when she did. “Nope! You tell him!” “No you tell him!” They bickered, and Chopper watched back and forth. “I can tell him!” He volunteered. “Go ahead then!” Usopp encouraged, a smile on his face as he pushed Chopper closer to Luffy’s leg. Luffy wasn’t paying attention though, he was too busy staring in the direction of a woman that was sat next to this, big ugly guy with a long black beard, rags for clothing, and curly black hair.

The woman looked so uncomfortable, her exposed skin seemed to have bits of blood and the big guy to her left had his giant hand on her waist or her thigh. She trembled every time he moved to touch her.

Luffy got up before Chopper could approach him, and as Zoro downed his third drink, from the corner of his eye he watched as his captain stood and stared at the table. Yikes, Luffy wanted to pick trouble. Before he could step further, Usopp grabbed his arm, “you think you wanna do that captain? They look heavily armed, and dangerous.” Nobody saw what Luffy was seeing, a woman in distress.

She didn’t even look like she belonged there.

“That woman,” Luffy said pointing at her, brown skin with dried blood strains, “she’s scared. What if he’s hurting her?” “Let someone else care!” Usopp tried to persuade his captain to ignore the situation at hand but Luffy was never one to ignore someone in trouble. Nami couldn’t do it, she took Chopper with her and Robin and bid them goodbye, “Luffy, I think we’re gonna head back to the ship with Sanji for a bit and then we can keep exploring the island! But right now—” Nami was interrupted by Luffy’s head tilting, not at her but at the woman.

Her lips were parted, painted a pretty mauve with brown/black lip liner to pair. She wore a tank top that had the colors of the island Guyana on it, red, black, yellow, white and green. Low rise tight fitting denim jeans that stopped just above her ankles and high wedge shoes, with a leater black belt which held gold accents. H/c hair that looked all too familiar, decorated with a giant orange flower clipped in her waves/afro/braids, but then she spoke, and her voice sounded like sweet honey. Those were the lips of the only woman he’s ever been with, he’s ever kissed, ever loved. “That…is my wife…” Luffy barely got out. Usopp flinched, “your huh?” Looking at the woman and then back at Luffy.

Zoro was still not paying attention, swinging another glass, but he did notice that his crew was on edge and his captain was walking towards the table behind him, so, he kinda already had one hand on one of his swords.

“My wife.” Luffy said again, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But what is she doing here?” He asked himself out loud, “why is she covered in blood?” Was his next question. Luffy’s eye twitched, reaching for his hat to pull it back, allowing it to dangle off his neck. “Y/n?” Luffy called out to the woman as he walked over. Her head jerked and she looked back quickly, lips quivering instantly and e/c eyes peaking with tears. Luffy was stunned. “Luffy?” His heart dropped. He stretched his hand in and grabbed her form, then he pulled her and she snapped into his arms. The man that was to her left slammed his fist on the table and stood up, angry, hardly any muscles to show but he was furious.

“Who dares touch my property?!” He yelled, baring his teeth, showing off the gold he had in it. “She is not your property!” Luffy yelled, holding the s/c brown skinned beauty in his arms, her face was buried in his chest and Luffy held her tightly, furious. “What do you think you’re doing?!” The big man yelled, “do you know who I am! I’m BLACKBEARD! Most feared pirate in all of the East Blue!!” (Enter flag on screen with Blackbeard’s face and name, lol)

Luffy smiled, running his hand on her waist before gently handing her over to Usopp. Zoro was already up, he didn’t understand the nonsense that Luffy was spouting about some wife but he knew that his captain was ready to fight. Quickly, Usopp and the others rushed out of the tavern to take the s/c skinned woman back to the ship. Luffy turned to face Blackbeard once more, cracking his knuckles, “you’re going to do two things,” the captain said, grinning, “you’re going to get your ass beaten! And you’re going to tell me how you got a hold of my wife.”

Meanwhile on the ship, Chopper was quick to tend to her injuries. Usopp lay the woman down on the bed, who flinched upon contact with the cold soft sheets, and Chopper was up on a stool by her side, checking her pulse and her body for any and all injuries. “You’re going to be okay! I’m a doctor,” Chopper told her, patting her hand with his hooves before he moved to keep administering care. Robin stayed below with him to help with anything needed and Usopp and Nami rushed to tell Sanji of the updates.

Everyone was doing their parts already to make sure that their captain’s wife was going to be okay. They were admittedly scared, not knowing that Luffy could get that angry other than that one time at Arlong Park, but this was his WIFE we’re talking about! About an hour had passed and Sanji came down the stairs with soup for the lady. Chopper and Robin were above the deck, preparing to head back out with Nami and Usopp to get the two knuckleheads out there fighting, and to keep getting answers about Skypiea.

Sanji gently walked down the stairs, careful not to make much noise, but when he saw the woman in the bed he audibly gasped. “Lu-…Mrs….?” Y/n sat up slowly, her head was killing her but she moved anyways. “Monkey D Y/n, yes.” She said, trust in her voice when she noticed Sanji with a bowl of soup. He gave it to her, smiling sheepishly. “Your Luffy’s actual wife huh? Wow, how did he even bag you? You know what that’s a question for another time where are my manners? Sanji Vinsmoke, the ship’s chef.” He kissed her hand gently, nose inhaling the pineapple scent of her skin. “Damn,” Sanji leaned off, and Luffy cleared his throat from behind. They both looked back. Sanji backed up.

“I was just giving her a meal!” Sanji said with a grin, leaving. Luffy didn’t question it, he only walked over to the black beauty and grabbed her gently by the waist, tilting his head to look her in the eyes before he kissed her, lips making love with her own as he held her up on the bed. Everyone, was downstairs, one on top of the other on the stairs but they were staring so damn hard at the scene.

Sanji fanned himself, smirking, looking so proud at his captain.

When Luffy pulled away, he pushed her locs/h/s out of the way of her face, behind her ear. Her short/long h/t hair pushed away from her neck, so Luffy could look. He wanted to be sure that she was okay, that she was not taken advantage of more than he would hate to imagine.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, her eyes glistening when they met his. “Yes,” she said, leaning up to kiss him once again. Luffy returned her kisses with his entire heart and just held her. Oh how he missed her so much, he missed her scent, her lips, her laugh. “Baby,” Luffy muttered when they pulled away, “how the hell, did a thing like that get a hold of you?” Y/n gave a broken smile, “in Dawn, Blackbeard and his crew they came and they raided us, grabbed me in my sleep. Been with him for months now.” “And nobody knew?! Nobody thought to try contacting me?!” Y/n shook her head, “Luffy how could they? You’re everywhere at once,” she told him, caressing his arm to calm him down.

“Did he touch you?” She instantly shook her head again, “you must be mad if you think I'd let that dutty piece of sh*t touch me sk*nt. No! I bit him and fought tooth and nail before I allowed that thing to get that close to me!” Zoro was still a little bit confused but when the green haired man turned to ask Usopp what was actually going on, Usopp just pointed at the woman and Luffy. Their captain was gentle with it, but he reomved from his pocket the ring that belonged to his wife and he slipped it on her finger. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." He said to her, lips frowning as he caressed her cheek. "It's alright my love," she told him, his hands remained on her hips and he leaned down again, inhaling that sweet pineapple scent that she naturally produced. His hips buck by accident, and she looked up at him with raised brows. "That did not happen," Luffy said with a laugh, but her brown fingers curled in his black hair already, and with one leg she was pulling him in. Months, hell, a year of not seeing her husband, why wouldn't she crave him right now? And she wasn't as injured besides the few bruises she attained.

Luffy saw the look she was giving him, battering her pretty lashes at him. He could hardly breathe. Without looking back, he gripped her hips tighter before he called out, "everybody get out."

Zoro kissed his teeth, not reading the room, but Sanji was already pushing him. "The hell are we leaving them here for?" Nami groaned and pulled the man's ear, "that is his wife and they haven't seen each other in months! Think Zoro!" Zoro awkwardly looked away and he was the first one up the stairs.

Summary: Zoro loses his ex girlfriend to his mortal enemy, and it eats him alive every time he sees them together. It's pretty obvious he hasn't gotten over her.

Written mainly with the idea that the reader is black, so there may be a black implied energy, but her skin color is entirely up for interpretation and editing.

Warning: suggestive themes, alcohol, minor violence.

Keys:

H/t- hair texture

S/c- skin color

The slap echoed across the empty ship, two souls standing still and staring into each other's eyes with both pain and anger. Neither could have believed the words that exited the other's mouth. Maybe there was something in the air, or maybe he had too much to drink, but that was one of the many flaws that she told him she had a problem with. Perhaps that was why they were in this predicament. Because of his drinking.

The events that led up to this confrontation kept replaying in their heads. They were on some island Nami came across and were in desperate need to grab some repairs for the Merry, more food and medicine, and while at it the captain decided for everyone that they were going to have some fun. After sailing the seas for many weeks, months, and they have gotten themselves a doctor, little Chopper, Luffy thought a break and celebration was needed. So that was where they were at. Everyone was at a tavern-motel, drinking, eating or sleeping, and here you two stood, a heated argument that turned into moments of regret. "You're too controlling," you whisper under your breath, putting your hand to your side; Zoro keeps quiet and brings his hand to his face, rubbing it slightly. His eyes were bloodshot red and his breath was kicking with booze. He did indeed drink too much, like usual.

"You are always accusing me of being with anyone but you when we're out. Embarrassing me and painting this image as if I'm some kind of harlot." You bring your hand to your hair, fingers trailing the h/t pattern.

"I cannot continue this. I can't be with you; it's too belittling. You don't trust me, you don't respect me. I mean, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out the tavern was bad enough!-" "One of those scumbags was grabbing on your waist and you did NOTHING! You like when they touch on you I swear!!" You laugh in his face, hands on your chest when you tilt your head. "You're actually crazy! I moved when that weirdo did that! I even elbowed him! You're too insecure Roronoa." Zoro shakes his head, hand now off his face, determined to still double down on his words.

"Nah, you're one of those girls-" "and that, is why we're not together anymore." He was gagged. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing could escape. His accusations have gotten to a point, and in that split second he has lost his girlfriend of only 8 months. He tried then to take it back, he knew deep down inside you were telling the truth but his pride didn't let him admit that he was wrong. You don't even look back and the moss head. You just go to your shared room with Nami and Vivi, and lock up behind you, angrily crying yourself to sleep.

Looking back at his behavior from two months ago since the breakup, Zoro had been trying to get you back subtly. He's tried to change for the better, to be more patient, understanding, and less brass. His actions were not loud but the entire ship could see that he still loved you deeply, never have they seen how you truly felt. Zoro would wait by your door for you in the mornings, greet you, he would stand a bit further away from you during meetings, and he even put the bottle down a little more. He knew that his drinking was the main reason for his unstable thoughts and quick crash outs, and if he had to ease up on that for you he would. It silently hurt him that he would do these things and yet you would not give him the time of day. Instead, you would spend more time with the girls as Nami navigated the ship to Alabasta, you would share stories with Vivi, and finally, Sanji would personally steal your attention, more often than he tried to bother Nami or the princess.

The blonde prince did things that Zoro found offensive yet strange. Like the one time he caught the cook rubbing your thigh while you both sat together at the dining table, late at night. Sanji's head was blocking your face and the swordsman couldn't make out what he was doing to you, but there was silence, and his hand remained on your exposed skin. Everyone was asleep except himself and Usopp, but now you and Sanji?? Before his hand could go any further Zoro made his presence known, opening the door further. He didn't say anything, only cleared his throat and walked to the cooler; Sanji didn't take his eyes off the swordsman either, and you kept your eyes on the wooden floor. "Needed a drink," Zoro holds up a bottle of water. Sanji's eyebrows raise, not grabbing ale? That's new. The cook said nothing, Zoro didn't say more, then he left.

That interaction made his heart quicken. He had no say, but the image of his rival's hand on your thigh, and the fact that you weren't moving, rubbed him entirely the wrong way.

That was last week.

You were up earlier than usual, opening your shared room with Nami and Vivi still asleep, you kind of sneaked across the deck, looking about like you were hiding from someone. Seeing no one around you made a beeline to the supply room a bit more to the back of the ship. Once there, you knock twice on the door before disappearing inside, but your actions did not go unnoticed. Usopp was on night duty, so he saw you, barely, but he saw when you snuck out of your room with raised eyebrows.

The snipper had no clue why you would be so suspicious and your actions did not leave his mind, but he went to bed to take a nap. Meanwhile, in the supply room you were straddling the very cook's laps. Both of your breathing was unstable, and his broad hands gripped your hips before they trailed to your behind, grabbing handfuls of flesh and pulling you in closer. Thank the heavens you were clothed, but Sanji cursed his desires. He couldn't help the printing that came with having your pretty self in his hands, and when you felt his growing friend he gave you an apologetic smile. "Sorry doll." He barely got out, suppressing a grunt, "you feel so right above me, I can't help it." You only smile at him, leaning down and resting your head on his shoulder. In return, he pulled you in even closer and took deep breaths to control himself, kissing your temple and rubbing small circles on your lower back. Sanji has always been a gentleman to you, listening to your problems that you often used to have with Zoro and feeding you desserts even when he denied because he didn't want you to binge eat during your "getting over a relationship" faze. It was only natural you started to develop something for him, but for Sanji he's always liked you. It was only that Zoro had captured your heart first! Now he had a chance, and he was taking his sweet time with you.

You didn't want to label anything going on between you and the chef and Sanji respected that, but that did not stop him from treating you extra special since you allowed him space in your heart, and between your thighs.

Breakfast came quick before either of you knew it, but Sanji had to go feed the crew. Sanji made sure you were well dressed before he slipped his shirt on, hardly buttoning himself up. You raise your head to give him a quick kiss on the lips and he gave you one immediately, hands still on your waist. He did not want to leave but he had to. "I'll see you at breakfast, okay? Go shower." "I will," you tell him, both of you exchange loving smiles before he left the supply room.

Sanji went to town shortly after with breakfast, making souffle pancakes, french toast, eggs benedict, smoked fish and an array of hot and cold beverages. There were many other side dishes but I can't name them all, you know the cook goes all out for his crew, but especially his captain.

Luffy was the first to enter the dining area, a giant smile on his face when he watched Sanji walk over with a platter full of food just for his greedy ass. "Good morning!! What have we here?!" Luffy didn't even give the cook a chance to explain, he just went ham on the food, but Sanji did not complain or frown. He expected this from his captain, he always did. Loud talking came from outside as Usopp walked in next, Nami, Zoro, Vivi, Chopper on Vivu's back and then yourself come in, all smiling and talking different topics. You all sit down, thanking Sanji (except Zoro) and grabbing plates, but you didn't see a plate to pick up. Zoro stood, "I'll get you one." He said quickly, but Sanji approached the table with a plate already made for you. Separate from the others. It had your favourite breakfast, with your favourite drink on the side.

The girls gave you teasing looks but you paid them no mind, watching Sanji put the plate before you and handing you a fork. "Here," he said low enough for you to hear. His eyes glance to your lips before he pulled back and went to sit beside Luffy. Zoro noticed this too, remembering when he caught Sanji touching on your thigh those weeks ago. His expression hardened and he sat back down, making Usopp look at him and then at Sanji.

You enjoyed your meal despite the tension, Nami kept poking your cheek as you chewed. "Sanji's been extra kind to you recently." "Yeah?" You smile innocently. "Yeah," Vivi whispered, rubbing your shoulder to mock the chef. "No idea what you mean." You tell them, eyes fluttering when you bite into your meal. S/c finger tips on the table to maintain composure. Your ex did not take his eyes off you or his rival as you ate. Sanji never took his eyes off you, and you kept sneaking glances at the blonde. The only clueless people and a half to this tension was Luffy and Chopper!

Right after the shared meal you stayed behind to help Sanji clean up, he gave you a sweet smile and tried telling you it was unnecessary but you insisted. Oh yes you did. "Alright doll, if you insist." Sanji said as he watched you bend and grab the plates, the crew was clearing out, but Zoro lingered. "I do." You say, hardly looking back, the sunlight that spilled through the door shining on your glistening s/c skin. Sanji bit his lip, thoughts of ravaging you right here on the table flooded. Zoro lets out a loud and angry tch however, leaving the room quickly. He had much to say but couldn't put it into decent words.

Seeing this, the blue eyed chef smirked, it was small but his lips curled too high. He gently spanked you before he took the plates from your hand and kissed your exposed shoulder, "you can wipe the table and the counters darling. I'll take care of the hard stuff yeah?" You nod, and he lingered a bit on your scent. Smelling like sea salt but there was this tinge of peaches and soursop. He got flashbacks of your glistening back the other night when he had you face down in the medic room below the ship.

"F**k," he whispered, walking away by force to tend to the dishes and plan lunch. You cleaned the counters and the table like he requested, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a quick kiss before you left the room, glowing from all of the activities the man had you doing. The moment you left the room though, Zoro was there. Arms crossed and head tilted. You don't even say anything, you just walk by him, hips swinging but Zoro wasn't taking that this time. He gripped your arm, pulling you back and roughly walking further on to the deck, up and in the open by the rails. "What in the world!" You yell at him, but Zoro said nothing. He released your arm, shoving you gently before he gripped your wrist and pulled you in. "Stop!" "Quiet!" Zoro tilted your head forcefully, pulling your off shoulder shirt further down your shoulder. He stared at your skin, deep marks that looked like love bites were there, fresh bruises. He pulled on the front of your shirt to see your cleavage, hardly able to see a few more brusies there before you smacked his hand and shoved him back. "What are you doing?! You don't have ay rights to look there!" You fix your bra and shirt and Zoro averts his eyes, bowing quickly as an apology.

He wasn't thinking that far, he was just furious, and his eyes made you ease your tone. "Are you f***ing that chef?" Zoro's eyes were filled with annoyance, but he was also hurt. "Why does that matter?" You ask, fists clenched and scowling. "Of all people you choose to move on with, why'd it have to be that guy?" Zoro asks you, hand out and moving in the direction the cook was at. "That's not your business." You cross your arms and tilt your head at the greenette. Zoro groans, even when you were mad at him he still wanted you. He walked up to you, blocking your view before he captured your lips in a heated kiss, hand on your neck and tongue shoving down your throat. You hardly attempted to push him back this time, eyes closed and returning his kiss before stopping yourself and pulling back. You were not going back to him, you told yourself you weren't!

"Why'd you pull away?" Zoro rubs your lip, but you move his hand. "I'm not taking you back." You tell him, eyes betraying you when they trailed to his body, Zoro's eyes giving you the same vibes you were giving off. As much as he was a good lover though, you had to fight it. You don't stay a second longer, leaving him just as Sanji came walking on to the deck, towel on his shoulder with drinks for yourself, Nami and Vivi. "I was just looking for you!" He cheered, smiling ear to ear before his eyes caught sight of Zoro standing so stiff in the back.

He could tell something happened between you but he didn't push, he didn't care. You were already his. Sanji pecked your forehead, making sure Zoro could see before he allowed you to walk to the top of the deck where the girls were relaxing in their beach chairs. He walked behind you so Zoro couldn't see your shape, one hand running on your hip. He leaned down briefly to kiss near your ear then, "should I be worried?"

Contents: Angst, female x reader, pre-war setting.

You were once his future mate. Since you were young, Lo'ak and yourself had a very strong bond that your parents loved, and approved to be made into something more once you were older, but Lo'ak had a way of being a careless flirt with other Na'vi girls. So, knowing that he was sort of player you had warned him early in your teenage years that if you had ever found out that he pursues another woman in any way, you would cut ties with him and immediately look for interest in another man. Lo'ak did not have a problem with that agreement, and he declared that he would never do that to you anyways! Never.

The years you spent hunting together, cuddling with him in your parent's marui, sneaking nose kisses in the forest. You operated like you were already mated. Nobody dared approached you back in hometree. They respected the future mate mark Lo'ak had on you, as did the women for him. Things only started to become complicated in your relationship when the Sully's had to leave the Omatikaya to seek sanctuary with the Metkayina, and you were left back in the forest with your parents, wearing the sabretooth that Lo'ak had gifted you. A promise that once this war was over he would return to you, and while you were apart he would continue to respect and uphold your bond.

And you believed him. Like the stupid girl you did. He had proved himself for the first few months, and even after the war, the Sully's continued to live with the Metkayina, not yet ready to come home; so you had left the forest with your parents, scheduled visits to go to him instead. You loved it. It was always like a mini vacation for you and your parents and with open hearts, Ronal and Tonowari welcomed your family's stay faster than they did the Sully's, for obvious reasons. You even became well acquainted with their children, with the na'vi your age on the reefs, you made genuine friends with them. And every time you left Lo'ak, with his hands caressing your face you would ask him, hands on his chest as you looked him in the eyes, awaiting the day he would officially take you as his mate, "when will you come home? The clan, we miss you all." Only to be always hit with a, "there's still much to do. Repairs to be done from war. We still have to repay them for their kindness of letting us stay."

You ate that shit up. You never even questioned his parents, you should have. Even Neteyam would have told you a better excuse.

So the day you had come again to visit the young man, you saw him. It was small, subtle, but it was proof that his words were hollow, and maybe they have been for a while. Lo'ak was riding his skimwing with the princess of the reefs, alone, a bountiful catch of fish in both of their nets, and Lo'ak when they got to shore, he placed his hand on the small of her back and he came in closer to her, removing seaweed from her hair. A subtle act, but a loving one. And we can't ignore the eyes they gave each other, the same ones he gave you for your entire childhood until he left for Awa'atlu.

You confronted him immediately. It's been years since you gave him that warning and things were going so good. Why now, why is he breaking the rules of your relationship only now?

With fangs baring, you left your parent's side immediately. Feather and beads swinging from your knotless braids as you approached the second son. You were pissed, he could see it. They all could. You plant your feet in the sand when you are face to face with him and you point your finger at Lo'ak, yelling only two words. "We're done!!" It took him a minute to realize that it was you. He had expected you but not this early in the midday. Immediately he dropped his catch and ran after you as you walked away. It was too late to return to the Hallelujah Mountains. You and your parents would have to spend three days in Awa'atlu, like usual, three miserable days, but you made SURE you were going to tell them you would never come back.

"Syulang! Wait ma y/n!" "Do not call me ma y/n! WE are not mates and we will never be! You have broken our agreement! You stepped outside of our promise..." your voice cracked with tears, e/c eyes did not move to meet his. You only stared at his chest. "Y/n, what you saw. It didn't mean anything. She had a seaweed in her hair and I was just moving it!-" "You love her. I see how you look at her." You challenge him, gripping his chin and forcing him to look you in the eyes. "Look at me how you look at her." "I don't! I didn't!" He couldn't defend himself. You scuff, releasing his jaw and walking away. "We are done Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. Mate with the Awa'atlu princess as that is what your heart desires." You hiss at him then, and you have not spoken to him in the three days since you've been there.

Fuck, it hurt to see you like that. Smiling with any Na'vi but him, but he set himself up. He knew that if he did anything to disgrace you for even a second you were out, you warned him, so why is he getting so worked up on this? Lo'ak's eyes lowered the moment you were done talking to yet another potential suitor, his friend, watching you with a heavy heart as you walked past him. Tail barely in his space. His breath was caught.

There was a time when he would have been excited just to feel your tail on his face and you'd let him; now, he's not allowed to look at you. Or even touch you. You don't spare him a glance too long. You kept walking with your head high, but your heart was full with just as much pain as his. Seeing the way Lo'ak watched you leave it made his older brother touch his shoulder. Neteyam was around for almost all of your brewing love story, so he witnessed when his idiot younger brother screw up in real time as well. The air was cool as the breeze from the reefs flooded in, causing everyone to shudder just a bit.

Aonung wasted no time the moment he saw that you were ignoring the second prince. He pursued you immediately, calling you outside of your name with nicknames of affection, and he even brought your family the biggest game. He displayed interest in you more than Lo'ak has done in the past few months since they've lived with the Metkayina.

His friend's actions however made Lo'ak incredibly upset. When Aonung got up behind you, Lo'ak let out a low but audible hiss. He still believed he had some rights over you, he didn't want years to disappear like that, but you were right on your instincts. He had fallen in love with another, and as long as his love for her was greater than yours, your connection was as good as gone. "Mawey skxwang!" Neteyam grabbed his brother's shoulder when Lo'ak attempted to get up, fists clenched and ready to swing on the older Metkayina boy. "You know what happened the last time we fought them, don't mess around with him. It's not worth the fight." Neteyam placed his hand on his brother's chest, voice low as he became a sound of reason. "You have lost her brother." His eyes glance in the direction of Tsireya, and Lo'ak's tongue was caught. "I haven't yet...no." but his eyes never left the princess. Neteyam shook his head, patting Lo'ak's chest. "Bro, you're gone."

Lo'ak looked at the mat below them. His older brother was right. When was he ever wrong? But Lo'ak is a determined man. Stubborn. He never lets up. Lo'ak got off his feet, hardly looking at Tsireya when she reached for his hand to talk. Her fingers slipping in his made him pause and he looked back, amber gold eyes meeting her baby blues. "Lo'ak," Tsireya touched her chest, "I know that you care about her. I understand whatever decision you make. Please know that I will always see you." Damn, now guilt was built up on both sides. Lo'ak touched her face gently, leaning down to kiss her forehead before he walked away quickly. He knew that it was day 3, and you would leave at any point of the day. Knowing he hurt you, he had a feeling you would leave earlier and you were.

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Summary: You chose who saw you over someone that made you feel anything but loved, and regret nothing, but breaking off this engagement to such a stubborn Olo'ekytan proves stubborn. Lo'ak, has to step in and help resolve this issue.

In the middle of the cool cave you lay asleep with Lo’ak, his arms were tightly around your waist, holding you close so your head rested on his chest. You were both very much knocked out, a yoten could have ran over your legs but none of you would flinch. The warmth you gave each other was so soothing, neither of you wanted to open your eyes as yet. But such a peace in the wee hours of the day must be interrupted. You’re not at camp yet.

Your eyes shot open first. The whistle of a sky beast was your sign that it was going to be daylight soon. You sit up frantically, tail still not unraveled from his when you lean over and shake him awake. “Lo’ak!” Your hands grip him by the shoulders, moving him back and forth on the bed of kingflor. Lo’ak hardly opens his amber gold eyes to look at you, a smile graces his features and his freckle like spots on his face lit up upon seeing you. You don’t return his lovesick smile though, instead, you kept shaking him, hoping to bring him to full consciousness soon. “Lo’ak wake up! It’s almost daylight!!”

That, made his ears point up in alert, and quickly he too sat up. “Shit! We were supposed to return last night!—” He face palms, getting on his knees and grabbing your tweng and bralette. He hands it to you, quickly helping you strap your top as you put on your bottom. “What will we tell them?” You ask, watching as he grabbed his own loincloth and got dressed. Both of your faces flushed dark pink/deep purple. Lo’ak runs his hand over his face again, eyes steady like he’s thinking. “We can say that you wanted to sleep in the forest so we did…” he trails, slipping his hand in yours, “or, we can tell them we made tsaheylu.” You remove your hand from his, a nervousness flooding your veins.

“We can’t—! I mean, we can! I do not want us to be a secret, but,” you pause, long lashes batting up at the tall Navi, “what will their reactions be Lo’ak? Jake and Neytiri, they’re going to be so mad. The wedding is literally tomorrow—!” Lo’ak quickly brought you to his chest to hug you, he places several kisses on your forehead and cheek, hands on your waist to keep you still. “I really don’t care how they react.” He rubs your thumb, “I’ll take all the blame if I have to, but I will never be ashamed to admit that I love you.” You heard the way his heart was beating, slow and steady. That let you know that he was serious. Even after the events of last night, his love for you did not waiver.

The woodsprites returned to the cave, surrounding you both as you left the beautiful sanctuary. If you two knew nothing about the way of Pandora, and love, you’d have disregarded the spiritual creatures instantly, but knowing that now, these sprites kept on returning to you, you knew it was a sign of Eywa. Neytiri told you of this many times, and nobody goes against the Great Mother. You and Lo’ak would be safe from ridicule since you were going to be protected by spiritual forces.

Your feet touch the wet grass as you exit the cave, Lo’ak has his hand in yours the entire time as he leads the way back. He moves the swokurwll (bloom of exhoes) out of the way, a cool breeze hits your skins and you shiver. Lo’ak looks back, pulling you in closer as you trudge through the rainforest. You stick to his side at every step. Feet splashing in mud every few steps because it rained last night while you slept. You look up at his face, watching as his jawline was tight with focus while he guided you both. Your black and white hair was unraveled from the events of last night, h/t (hair type) and free, bangs partially over your e/c eyes. A beautiful mess, but Lo’ak didn’t have the time to tell you that.

You kept walking, Lo’ak pauses midway once he heard you make a small sound, like a painful moan. “Y/n?” You had to stop walking from the pain you were feeling in your ankle. It was still swollen, but the swelling was not as bad compared to yesterday. He looks down to see your bandaged ankle, getting on his knees to observe the injury. “Damn,” he gently rubs your foot and you flinch, “ow!” He stops. “Sorry,” going into your satchel to bring out the ointment you had rubbed earlier. You leaned against the bark of the tree behind you, watching as Lo’ak lifts your leg to rest on his thighs while he applied the ointment. He rewraps your ankle, kissing you up your leg before he stopped himself.

He couldn’t let himself get carried away, cursing under his breath he got to his feet and kissed your lips instead to steady himself. “That feel better?” You nod, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Much.” He nods and gets on his knees again, looking back at you for a moment. “What?” You question, watching as his ears flickered. “Get on my back so I can carry you.” You feel a heat raise to your face, walking over and climbing on his back. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds your legs up around his waist. You don’t say anything, but Lo’ak is smiling all the way as he continues the walk.

You shyly look at the back of his head, fingers playing with the ends of his braids. “Am I too heavy?” He doesn’t even laugh, he only puts a firmer grip on your thighs and lifts you up higher from your position on his back. “Does it look like you’re too heavy?” You shake your head and he rolls his eyes. “Good, don’t ask me silly questions like that again.”

The sun was almost up now, gently shining its light on the forest and showing up the unearthly pink, purple and yellow leaves and flowers that surrounded you. You watched the sky turn purple and pink slowly, a flash of a reminder of that moment you shared a sunset too, with the one we will not name. Lo’ak’s hand caressing your thigh brought you back. Traversing up into the Hallelujah Mountains, Lo’ak points out that high camp was near. You don’t release your grip on him. When you get there, it was going to be now or never.

You had to break off the engagement right there, and you had to come clean to the Olo’eyktan, his wife and the Tsahik about the decision you have made with the second son. Lo’ak walks up the stone like stairs that lead to the main camp, his leg never once buckled, muscles burning and veins popping once he made it to the top. You were not surprised that the moment you made it back, there was movement from the canopies all around as people emerged from their maruis. “They’re back!” You heard Tuk’s voice squeak. You watched as the Sully’s came from their marui, Jake and Neytiri were leading the walk briskly. Worry laced Neytiri’s eyes. She could hardly speak once Lo’ak placed you back on you feet, she only grabbed you by the hands and hugged you tightly.

“You two, where have you been?” She whispers in your ear, face nudging yours. You hug her back, making eye contact with Lo’ak who walked behind her. He rubbed his mother’s back. “We were safe.” He told her, and he wanted to say more, but now was not the time.

Jake walks up. He didn’t say much, he only looked between you and his son and he crossed his arms. His eyes looked cold. “You were supposed to bring her back last night. Not overnight,” he said, arms crossed as he studied Lo’ak’s body language. “I’m sorry sir,” Lo’ak began, opening his mouth he was going to tell his father exactly what happened, but the look in your eye that you gave him when he was going to, made him stop. You were scared, scared of ridicule and what they would do as you have done much worse than what Neteyam did. You mated with their other son instead. Lo’ak paused, “y/n didn’t want to come back. So I allowed her to rest. I kept her safe.”

You and Lo’ak make eye contact. Both of you with a look of hurt at his words as he covered for you both. Jake ever observant, raised an eyebrow at the way his son looked at you, but he didn’t question Lo’ak further. “Next time follow direct orders.” “Yes sir.”

From behind, Neteyam walks over, a tenseness in his shoulders when he stood shoulder to shoulder with his father. His ears twitched and he waved his hand between you and his brother. “Really? All night?” About to scold Lo’ak like Jake did. Jake stops his eldest, hand on his chest to calm him down. “Don’t,” Jake removes his hand, “I just spoke to him. Now I need to speak to you and y/n.” The Olo’eyktan made eye contact with you, moving his head left to beckon you to follow. You look at Neteyam but he was already staring at you, eyes softened and heart pounding in his ears. Lo’ak tries coming along, but Neytiri pulls him back, “what’re you doing?” She hisses, confused. “I’m going to make sure she’ll be okay!” “She is not your business Lo’ak!” His ears flopped and he bit his tongue to stop himself. It wasn’t his to tell right now, the mating, you had to be the one to tell them.

Jake takes the two of you to the family marui, chasing Spider and Kiri out so he could talk to you and his son. You sit down on the mat, Neteyam beside you with his hands on his thighs and Jake opposite you both. “I know this is not the ideal morning, a meeting first thing. But we have to talk about last night.” The tips of your ears turn pink when you recall your intimate moment with Lo’ak. You slap your knee to snap yourself out of it.

“Neteyam,” Jake turns to his son, “you betrayed y/n. Now, it’s not something that is worth labeling as mating, but you still violated the engagement. Why would you do that son? Why would you kiss Li’ara?” Neteyam’s shoulders were tense with shame. He kept his head low and did not respond for a long time. “I love her, dad.” Jake’s eyes widen, he leans forward, “what do you just say?!” Your ears flop. Although you knew that your future was definitely sealed with Lo’ak, and you loved that idea, to hear him confess it still hurt because you too loved Neteyam. It wasn’t a great love that flourished with Lo’ak but it was still there.

“Y/n is right here, Neteyam. Have you no shame?! You’re embarrassing her! What do you mean you love Li’ara? Y/n is your mate not her!”

Neteyam clenched his fist. He didn’t want to continue this conversation, he felt himself getting tight, angry, he knew he would probably end up insulting his father.

Jake continued, “whatever you feel for Li’ara. Bury it. You know why we didn’t accept her as your mate. She’s unfit to be the Tsahik. Now whether you like it or not, you’re marrying y/n. Tomorrow.”

Neteyam swallows, thick, slow. You look between them, raising your hand to object. “Mr. Sully! Jake, hear him out! If he doesn’t want to marry me that is fine! I—” Jake shoots you a look and you become quiet. You were going to tell him that you loved Lo’ak anyways, and you allowed him to claim you last night, but that scary look in the older man’s eyes made you not say anything.

“It is just a kiss.” Jake hisses, dismissing , “get your acts together. Both of you!” He doesn’t give Neteyam a second more and he aggressively flipped his hand. Neteyam stands, he slips his hand under your arm and pulls you along to leave quickly.

Outside, Tuk was preening her neck and trying to get inside to see what was up while Neytiri pulled her back. “I wanna see! I wanna see!” “No Tuk!” Neteyam stomping out of the marui with you tight behind him made everyone step back. The fury on his face was unmistakable. Lo’ak saw his grip on you and walked up, hissing as he did. He pulls his hand from your arm, but you put your hands on Lo’ak’s chest pushing him back. “No Lo’ak wait!” Lo’ak ignores you, hissing at his brother, “don’t touch her like that!” Neteyam snarls, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you back to his side. “Hey! Wait Neteyam—” “We need to talk!”

You shut up, looking at Lo’ak with side merciful eyes. “Lo’ak it’s okay.” Lo’ak puts his hand down, holding his temper. “What’s going on?” Tuk tried asking, but Neteyam ignores her, strutting past his family and almost dragging you to your shared marui.

Tuk turns to Neytiri who’s tail swinged slowly, “mom what’s wrong with Neteyam?” Tuk pouts, crossing her arms in defiance. “It is an adult disagreement, but it is none of our business right now. When you’re older you will understand.” Neytiri caresses her head, pulling her in, Tuk’s song chords chiming as she did. Everyone watched as you two walked briskly to the marui. Worry in their hearts and eyes, except Lo’ak.

In the marui, Neteyam walks inside first. He waits for you to enter and then he closes the flap behind. He pulled up a mat for you and himself and he walked to his shelves full of trinkets. You sit down, watching nervously as he racked through the items before he grabbed something from a yoten figurine that Tuk made him, and then he sat down in front of you. Neither of you spoke but you felt the tension coming off of him. Neteyam puts a bracelet in front of you, beautiful, glistening, made of jewels and rocks. A wristband song chord.

“Y/n…” he starts, pointing with his hands at the chord, “I made that for you a week or so ago. When I fell in love with you.” Your heart skips a beat. You gape at the chord and clench your knee. He continues, “my love for you is small, it has grown. But it doesn’t drown out what I feel for.” He doesn’t say her name. You nod. You know. He confessed it to his father too, brave, but scared. “Thank you,” you whisper, picking it up. “It’s beautiful.” Neteyam places his head in his hands. “I want to follow my heart,” he says, “but I want you to be happy too.” He still believes that you see him in ways he could never return.

You hold back, letting him finish. “I want the clan to have the ‘perfect Tsahik’ but dad’s version of that is terrible.” He looks up, “any woman willing can be the perfect Tsahik. Even Li’ara, and she cares not for the title.” “I don’t either.” You interrupt him, putting your hand on his shoulder. “I don’t want to marry someone where there is no love.” You hold his face in your hands, “I cannot have children with someone that will never look at those children as a product of a bond.” Neteyam sits up, holding your hands as you still held his face. “So you don’t mind that I cannot love you in the ways you wish?”

You smile, genuinely, and Neteyam’s heart pulls. “I don’t mind because I no longer love you, in those ways.” His head tilts, he stares into your eyes and they flicker downwards, to your neck. To the sea shells Lo’ak gave you. His brother was the first person to come to mind. A part of him was mad, because your actions meant that, and if he was right, you were mated with his brother. But a huge part of him felt relief, because there wasn’t a need for guilt in loving another. Neteyam’s tail swished slowly, he asks, “last night. In the forest?”

You give him a knowing smile, your tail shyly curling around your thigh. “When I was with Lo’ak?” You nod once, Neteyam takes it. He pulls himself away from your touch forcefully. The pain was back but he knew he had no right to say anything. “I should have told you how I felt sooner.” He says, head low with disappointment in himself. He didn’t mean to say it out loud but it came out. “No, it’s okay that you didn’t,” you touch his hand, “maybe if you told me you had some amount of love for me, we would have been miserable together.” The warrior looks into your e/c eyes, he leans in, hands on your face, so close. “Neteyam.” You whisper, hand pressing his chest to put some distance between you.

If he was really about to lose all chances to be with you, he was fine with it, his heart was with Li’ara, but he still wanted the what if in your relationship. He is but a man. And a secretly selfish one.

His lips were so close to yours you could smell his natural wood scent. “We can’t.” Neteyam nods, pulling himself away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” “but you did.” You push your braids out of your face. “You did and that’s okay, but don’t betray your brother in this moment of vulnerability.” Neteyam closed his eyes remembering Lo’ak. He sat with his brother’s now mate. What was he thinking trying to kiss you? Now of all times? He had weeks to decide! “You’re right. I’m sorry.” You hug him then, not too close, but tight enough to comfort his heart. Nothing more needed to be said. “We will make Jake listen.” You reassure the older Navi, “even if he doesn’t want to accept it, he cannot break a bond that has already been formed under Eywa. And you will be free to be with your true mate.” Neteyam nods into your shoulder, hugging you back tightly, and in the grief of lost you both found solitude in kindness, and mutual affection that did not require mating.

When you separate, Lo’ak opens the flap of the marui and enters. He didn’t say anything to Neteyam, he only walked up to you and extended his hand for you to take. “Lo’ak, wait. We’re not done talking.” Lo’ak sighs, he really couldn’t stand the idea of you being next to his brother any longer, but he listened. Hair swinging, he sat down, his tail wrapping around yours as he did. He pays attention to his older brother then, forcing a grin, “what more needs to be said?” Neteyam looks at your intertwined tails. “We are annulling the engagement. Especially since..” Neteyam points at your tails, “you made tsaheylu.” Lo’ak doesn’t look surprised that his brother knows, but a bit of guilt flashes in his eyes. “Yeah, we did.” He says, holding your hand. Silence takes over the marui for a bit before Neteyam breaks it. He looks at you both one at a time, pointing at the mat as he spoke.

“Dad refuses to listen, but that won’t stop us. There is mom as well, we can speak to her. Tell her we’re not getting married tomorrow. Lo’ak, you can tell them what you’ve done–” “Tell them what you’ve done. Why are you saying it like that? Like I did something wrong?” Neteyam sighs, rolling his eyes. You put your hand on his chest to calm him. “I followed my heart.” Lo’ak continues, eyebrows furrowed, “I pursued someone that I could not live without. Word that better.” “Fine,” Neteyam threw his hands up, “my bad, brother.” “Yeah your bad—” You hiss at them, hitting your knee as you did to break up their bickering. “Kehe! Shut up for a second, and let us think of how we will approach the Olo’eyktan.” Lo’ak slowly looks at you, humor in his eyes. He wanted so badly to laugh, because convincing his father of something that was opposing his ideas was almost impossible.

The man is stubborn. He only ever really listens to Neytiri. And then it hit Lo’ak. If they all wanted to get to Jake, they had to get through mom first. Lo’ak raises a finger, “let’s approach mom.” Neteyam cocks his head, “you think she’ll make dad listen??” “I know she will.” Lo’ak rubs his hands together, his ears flickering with joy of the solution. “If mom says to jump, dad would ask, ‘how high’?” “There you go using dad’s tawtute sayings. Sigh. Fine. We’ll talk to mom.” The younger brother leans down to give you a tender kiss, lingering for a few, then he pulls back. You glance at his lips and then back into his eyes, his hands trail the tribal tattoos you had on your thigh. The way you were looking at him, Lo’ak almost forgot his brother was in the room. He was ready for round two–

“San srak (really)? If you’re going to get busy, do it outside! Not here!” Neteyam covers his eyes, his face turning a slightly darker shade. You nervously laugh but Lo’ak quiets you with another chaste kiss. “I’m gonna grab mom.” You nod, kissing his nose before you watched him leave.

All that was left to do was speak to Neytiri, and then your lives would be fulfilled.

You fondle the bracelet, looking at Neteyam as he went to his library side of the marui to read through some books that Jake gifted him when he was younger. “Neteyam?” You call to him. “Hm?” “Um, do you want the song chord back?” Neteyam turned around, “that is yours, y/n.” You smile awkwardly, “I’m not sure if you realize but, this gift carries weight.” Neteyam shakes his head, closing the book for a minute, “I want you to have it, y/n. Look at it like a wedding gift. It is yours. Pass it down to your children in the future if you must.” You nod, slipping the bracelet on and looking at it.

With Lo’ak, the second son went looking for his mother. He avoided the marui knowing that she wouldn’t be there at that time. Instead, he went to his grandmother’s marui. The Tsahik’s home. He didn’t announce himself when he got there. Tail flickering, he opened the flap and walked in, the smell of incense and herbs filling his nose immediately. Mo’at was sat with Neytiri, both discussing the wedding issue with yourself and Neteyam. When they saw Lo’ak, Mo’at opened her arms welcoming him in a hug. “‘Itanvi.” She kissed his forehead, then Lo’ak pulled away. “Grandma, mom. Sorry to walk in like this.” Neytiri waves his apology, “it’s fine Lo’ak. Did you need something?”

Lo’ak sat down, about to tell his mother that, Neteyam and yourself really needed to speak with her about the marriage. Something in him made the young Navi pause however. He looked between his mother and grandmother, and he asked, “how do you know that Eywa has spoken?”

Mo’at’s eyes grow wide with surprise. “Why do you ask child?” “I just…something. Happened to me recently, and I think it’s a sign from her, but, I don’t know. I need confirmation of some sort.” Neytiri brushed her finger across Lo’ak’s forehead. “You know, when you know.” She says in a low tone. Lo’ak nods. That was all he needed.

“Mom. Grandma.” Lo’ak began, “Eywa has spoken to me.” Mo’at’s face broke into a smile. “That is good, son. You are truly special.” He raises his hand, “I have a mate.”

Now Neytiri’s ears flicked with caution. She racked her brain while Mo’at cheered and praised the Great Mother. Neytiri touched his knee. “A mate? Tsireya? She’s all the way in Awa’atlu. How can she be your mate Lo’ak?” Lo’ak shook his head, hand on his mother’s. “It’s not Tsireya.” Neytiri was quiet. If not the Metkayina princess, then who could it be? Neytiri was next to shake her head, confusion in her eyes. “Lo’ak, this is wonderful news. Really. I’m sorry your father and I have been so caught up in Neteyam, we failed to see that you have found a mate. Who is it? Is she Omatikaya?” Lo’ak smiled, looking at his blue hands. “She’s Ayli’teylan.”

Neytiri’s face dropped. She looked horrified, then angry, then sad. There was only one Ayli’teylan that lived among them, the only lavender Na’vi that was in Omatikaya territory because of adoption, and it was you. Neytiri rubbed her face, trying to make sense of what Lo’ak just told her. “And are you sure, that the Great Mother, said she was yours to claim?” Mo’at hisses at her daughter, scolding her gently. The oldest Navi looked at her grandson and rubbed his face, “Neytiri who are you to question Eywa? Lo’ak would never lie. We can go to the Tree of Souls right now, and their bond would be clear for all to see. I believe you my son.” Lo’ak gave her a look of gratitude, “Seize nìtxan (thank you so much).”

Neytiri got on her feet, ears flopping down as she did. “I will talk to Jake immediately. We cannot allow the wedding to be, it is not the will of the Great Mother.” She looked at Lo’ak then, and she hugged him tightly. “Ma Itan. Thank you for being brave. I’d rather y/n be with you out of love, than with your brother out of duty. You’ve done well baby.” Lo'ak hesitated at first, but he soon hugged her back just as tight. Neytiri pulled back first, leaving the marui just as you came walking in. She didn't say much, she only kissed your forehead briefly before she kept pushing. You turn to face the older navi, ears flopped down from shyness with your hands behind your back, Mo'at smiles. She excuses herself, patting her grand on the back as she left, leaving the two of you alone in the Tsahik's sanctuary. Lo'ak waited until his grandmother was far, before he took your hand in his and pulled you in closer, your pey'lan pressing to his chest when he held your head against his chest.

"I didn't mean to interrupt anything if I did. I was worried because you didn't come back. I--" Lo'ak cuts you off with a kiss, licking the bottom of your lips softly. "Mom went to talk to him. Everything is going to be alright." You let out a sigh of relief, shoulders lowering with less stress while he rubbed them. "So, we're going to be okay?" Lo'ak nodded once. He touched the seashell song chord he gave you, then he rubbed your cheek. "We're going to be more than okay, sevin." His eyes had a brightness in them, fingers curling around your white braid. You knew what that meant, just by the way he looked at you. The wedding was definitely still on tomorrow, but it would be for you and your mate instead. Lo'ak picks you up bridal style, giving you eskimo kisses while leaving the marui, and you both silently celebrate another win for following your hearts.

Bonus Scene

Chaotic screams filled your marui as you watched the little blue navi crawl around. Tuk was nearby, hands on her knees as she celebrated, watching the tiny navi struggle to get to his feet. “Do you see?! He’s standing! He’s walking!” Tuk clapped her hands. The navi child was barely 8 months, but he was walking. His tail swished and he clapped, walking towards Tuk, head full of dark hair before he fell on his butt. Then, a cry ripped through the marui. You sighed, getting up to grab him from Tuk when she picked him up.

“Awww don’t cry my baby!” You chirp as you juggle your son in your arm, kissing his head to calm him down. Your son stops crying briefly. Your scent made him cling to your seashell song cord, and he nibbled on your hair. “Ah, you can’t bite my hair.” You swat his hand away gently. Lo’ak walks into the marui in time, behind him was Neteyam and Kiri. They were carrying wooden baskets with nets woven in, and food for you and s/n (son’s name).

“Ma Y/n, we’re back,” Lo’ak rests the basket down and he takes s/n from your arms, kissing the boy’s head only for him to laugh and clap his hands. “Oh thank Eywa you’re here! S/n has started to walk!” Lo’ak laughs, pride in his voice as he spoke to his son. “Is that true? My son is so smart!” Neteyam snickers behind, handing to you a piece of fruit to eat, hand feeding you. “Psh, you’re lucky he is. We should be grateful he takes after his mother.” Lo’ak glares at his older brother but he says nothing, even when Kiri took a jab at him as well while she took hold of s/n.

a/n: Nerd! Yuta Okkotsu x reader. College AU.

Summary: Your roommate is the smartest guy you know, junior year, 4.0 GPA, campus golden boy of Tokyo Jujutsu University. Everyone loves Yuta Okkotsu. He tutors, advises, advocates, his face is everywhere. But you live with him. And you know something they don’t. Yuta Okkotsu is a liar.

Yuta Okkotsu. He’s the guy that everyone references when they say, “I know a guy.” An intelligent spec of a man that appears so humble to his classmates. The most polite to the teachers and the most outspoken when he advocates for students. Honor roll? Debates team? National television? You name it, he’s done it.

Like earlier that day, he was guiding the new student orientation. Freshman followed behind him as he showed them the different parts of the schools and made a few jokes. He turned and even gave one of the freshman girls a pat on the head when she asked a question, complimenting her saying, “that’s a great question!” But it wasn’t. The answer was too obvious. He was just being nice. He always is. Or when he picked up for his friend Inumaki at the cafeteria when some no good almost dropouts wanted to press him over shoes. Inumaki had stepped on a guy’s shoe and tried to apologize but he wasn’t having it. So, in good faith, Yuta spoke up for the white-haired man, apologizing on his behalf and slipping the crash out a few dollars to get his shoes thoroughly cleaned. Everyone clapped for his skills of deescalation. Yuta, ever the hero!

Well, this dark haired man had walked in late. He sat down beside Inumaki, giving him a smile before his head went down into his backpack. You could tell they were talking by the way Inumaki’s shoulders shifted upwards. Yuta smiles gently, his glasses cocking a little so he raises his hand to fix it. A girl to his right places her hand on his shoulder, asking him a question on the latest group work that was given to the class, telling him she needed help with organizing something for a presentation due in the next two weeks. Yuta gives her a kind smile, pushing his glasses up and telling her that he’ll be booked but he can push her in. You tch, hand propped and holding up your head from your chin. Yuta, such a helpful guy huh?

Your eyes continue to narrow at him, as he sat in the front row, per usual, and like breathing air he’s answering questions as if he didn’t miss the first crucial minutes of class; but of course he came prepared. He’s Yuta Okkotsu! This guy, this nerd, is an academic weapon! Your closest friend Nobara nudges your side when she catches you glaring at the back of his head, still looking at him, something you ought not to do too much in public because everybody loves him; it’d be a bad look to show people you didn’t. “Stop that,” she scolds you, tapping on your laptop to get you back on track so you could follow the lecture, “I know he pisses you off but you have to stop wearing it on your face every time he’s around.”

You roll your eyes going back to your computer to take notes. This was your most boring class yet. Public Speaking; and the worst part about it was the actual interaction that the professor required, or else you would not get as many points as others. I mean, showing up to class shouldn’t be enough points? The class is an hour, it should’ve been online. You click away at the computer, half focusing on the professor giving examples and kind of just doing your own thing, another assignment that was due that night at 11:59pm. You glance at the clock, insides tingling with relief when you see that class is technically over, but that professor just keeps talking. You look at Nobara slightly, eye brows raised as if you’re asking her, “are we seeing this shit??”

The brunette isn’t even there mentally, she’s got her head in her hand as she looks at her messages. Already mentally checked out. “Okay class that is time. Next week there is an exam! Please be sure to study for it and look on Brightspace where you can follow the PowerPoint presentations! And utilize the textbooks!!” The old man yells for everyone to hear, but with over 60 students in class who’s really listening for real? “Ughhh next week is midterms?! I don’t even have half of my work completed for the last two weeks of the semester. How do I fit time in to study?!” Nobara groans as she leans on your shoulder, hands lazily gripping your arm while you exit the lecture room.

“You just do. I don’t know girl figure it out!” You tell her, the hallways are filled with students from other classes, and all you want to do is grab something to eat from the cafeteria before you head back to your dorm room. Nobara whines again, the walk to the elevator to head all the way down to the 3rd floor from the 11th was tedious. So many students were waiting to use it, and each time it came up it was packed. You actually contemplated using the stairs! “Maybe I can get Yuta to help me with my assignments! You know him! Can you put in a good word for me?? He’s literally always scheduled when I try to book an appointment with him on Navigate.”

You whip your head to look at your friend of 3 years. Nobara could be a pain sometimes but you still loved her through and through, but for this request? “Hell no.” You spat. “Why not?! I need his help y/n!” “So talk to him yourself!” Nobara gave you the stink eye all the way while you rode the elevator down. She did not know why you didn’t like Yuta, and she’s tried to get the answer out of you multiple times but you refused to say why. Telling her she’d never believe you anyway. “Come on y/n, if I don’t get these assignments out the way I can’t study and if I don’t get to study I’m going to FAILLL!” She yelled the word like she lost her cat.

Fake tears welled in her eyes and it gave you a bit of guilt, so, you sighed and reluctantly said, “alright fine I’ll try.” “Yes!” Nobara jumps for joy at your cooperation. The cafeteria comes to view and you fish into your tote bag for your purse to purchase take away meals. “Not gonna guarantee you that he’d be free.” “It don’t matter, as long as you try.” Nobara says with a smile, her short brown hair swaying when she titled her head. Yeah…a try.

The walk back to your dorms was silent because Nobara had volleyball practice to head to. She’s the lead player on the school’s squad, and they go international every semester, so she was busy for a good amount of time do to practice. That was why she couldn’t keep up with her work half the time. You felt for her. This was really one of the ways that she could still afford college, having been attending here on a scholarship because of her exact skills in the sports; so when she slacked up in her studies and got scolded for it by the coach, you’d try to be there for her as a friend. To guide and help her, but with different majors, there is only so much that you could do.

You fumble with your keys as you proceed to enter your room. Cursing under your breath when you finally got the door open and walked in. The room was fairly big for a dorm, all thanks to your roommate’s connections. You hang your student badge on the wall, taking off your shoes and watching from the corner of your eye that there was movement on the couch. You don’t say anything, you just lock the door and prepare to book it to the kitchen.

Just as you pass the living room your obnoxious roommate calls out to you, flipping a page as he did. “Hey y/n.” You pause your walking and huff, turning to look at him. To look at Yuta. Yes, I know, how in the world are you sharing a dorm with a guy? It’s because you didn’t have a choice. All the other rooms were occupied and Yuta was kind enough, that he told the administrators he’s willing to share regardless of your gender. This was back when you met him at orientation, completely unaware of the type of guy he was. You thought he was just some awkward nerd.

“The hell do you want Yuta?” The dark haired man smiled, but it didn’t meet his eyes. He looks you over, eyes wondering on your strapped green bra like top, flowy brown skirt and a waist beads. “Saw you looking at me in class today. Got something you wanna say?” He asks ever so innocently. It sickened you. You kiss your teeth, flipping him off before you head to the kitchen like you original plan. Yuta smiles at this, following behind you while he flipped the page of the book in his hand again. “You’re awfully mean today,” he whines, leaning on the kitchen island as you entered the fridge. His eyes linger on your ass when you bend.

“I don’t have time for your shit Yuta.” “Well don’t stare at me in class and I won’t bother you.” He fixes his stupid glasses, an innocent smile still plastered on his face. You grab the box of pizza from the fridge, reheating the leftovers in the microwave. Yuta just stands there, saying nothing but minding your business. You stare past him as he leans and reads, none of you speaking. Nobara came to mind, she really wanted you to put a word in for her. “Sigh,” Yuta doesn’t look up at your sigh. You grab the pizza from the microwave. “Um…remember my friend Nobara?” “Short girl with the brown hair? Yeah why?” You frowned internally, course he would. He knows everybody at this point.

“She’s kind of falling behind in classes and she’s like your help with completing assignments.” Yuta laughed, it was short, almost like a giggle, almost monotone. “Well why didn’t she come to me herself? You sure you don’t need help studying instead and you’re just using your friend as a cover?” You glare at him, “I’d never come to you for help with anything.” Yuta nods, a shy smile ghosts his lips. “Fair enough,” he leans off the counter, his muscles flexing under his white business-casual shirt. “Alright I’ll text her.” He says with a kindness you never trusted. “Yeah whatever.”

And like that your interaction with him is done for the day. That’s how most days went. You hardly ever saw him but you didn’t mind, at least you got the dorm for yourself.

Night rolls in, you’re up at your desk studying for the midterms when Nobara pings up your phone. A single message, ‘you up’? You knew what that meant. You groaned, if you didn’t respond she’d come banging on your door, but if you did that would mean you’d have to leave your room! You return to your laptop, entering her message from there and responding. ‘Yes’. It takes her less than a second to respond back, and her follow up just made you wish you were sleeping. ‘Come through!’

You reach for your throat pretending to choke yourself out. Nobara was such an irresponsible woman sometimes, and as her friend she wasn’t your responsibility, but you know you’d feel terrible if something happened to her. You text her a thumbs up and she shares her location. Exhausted from studying, you put your laptop away and drag yourself to the bathroom where you fresh up quickly, not thinking of what to wear when you grabbed your black joggers and a f/c sweatshirt. You put your hair in a/an [enter hairstyle], hardly did your makeup, and you just left with your phone and ID, heading to an off campus home that was a 15 minute walk.

All the way there you grumbled to yourself on why Nobara couldn’t have been a better person to herself. Why did she like to be out so late? Involve herself with bad people? Bad activities? You stand in front of the door, lights are going off on the inside, you could see it through the window. You clutch your sweater before ringing the doorbell, eyes wildly searching for any sign of life coming to get you. The door opens in less than a minute, a tall and broad shouldered Yuji opens for you, smiling real bright at your face. You hardly saw him in class, and only knew him because of Nobara.

“Y/n is that you?!” Unfortunately Yuji didn’t forget faces or names, he throws his arms around your shoulder, breath kicking with alcohol as he pulls you into the house and closes the door behind him. “I haven’t see you in forever!” “That’s cause you’re not in class.” You grunt, trying to get his arm off from your shoulder but it was difficult. He was too strong! The party was alive, green red and yellow lights lit up the dark and you saw countless of students dancing or all over each other in the dark parts of the room or the couch. Smoke is in the air, it smells like bad choices and you just want to grab Nobara and go. “You smoke?! Drink?!” You shake your head and deny Yuji’s offers, a tight smile. “I’m just here for Nobara!!” You yell above the music. “She texted me!!”

The pinkette makes an o with his mouth and he grabs your hand, pushing everyone out the way, maneuvering through the crowd to get to the stairs. You bump shoulders with many, a few stepped on your shoes, and at this point your head was killing you from the noise. “You should stay!” Yuji tries to encourage you, he snakes his hand down your waist quickly, a flirty smile on his pierced lips. “No, Yuji! I gotta study! I have—” “Blah blah! It’s always studying with you! What’re you trying to do huh?! Beat Yuta!!” You scuff. As a matter of fact you were. You hated being second to that son of a b*tch.

You wanted that glory back. To own him in every class you shared! Though you were in different majors.

“Yeah!—” Yuji cuts you off again, handing you a shot from a waitress walking around. You take it, look up into his brown eyes and you smiled politely. “Where is Nobara again?!” He points off at to the hallways in the back, despite all this open space like a second living room upstairs. You push past people again, leaving the drunk pinkette behind to go look for your friend. Just as you’re about to enter the hallways you feel a hand grab you by the leg. You turn quickly, about to swat whoever it is only to see Nobara sitting on a couch next to this high looking dark haired man full of tattoos. You cringed. Yeah, definitely didn’t understand how this girl found herself in friend groups like these.

“Noba,” you sit next to her on the couch, her eyes are heavy and red and she’s laughing for no reason. “Y/n! Thanks for coming!” “What is this party even about?” You ask her, coughing slightly when the dude beside her takes a hit from the bong in his laps. He caught you staring at him, only to open his mouth and go, “the f*ck are you looking at?” Nobara was quick to correct him, hitting his head. “Megumi stop that! It’s rude! This is y/n, remember her?” Megumi looks at you, really looks at you, and he nods once, going back to his smoking activities. “The h/c that’s literally on your hip all the time?” He grumbled. You are offended, but you hold back your words.

“I’m gonna go to the restroom.” You tell Nobara. She leans back on the couch and puffs rings of smoke into the air. Her hair covered her eyes and she crossed her exposed thighs, a belt was tied around one of them and she bounced her leg. “Yeah okay,” she turns to Megumi and lays on his shoulder, and then you awkwardly back up, heading to the hallway you saw before.

You didn’t hate college parties, you only hated being there when you knew you had something more important to do. The only reason why you were there was to make sure Nobara made it back to her dorms safe. You knock on a door, waiting a minute before turning the lock. Guessing it may have been the bathroom. The door is open, thank God. You step into the room, closing it behind you so you can pee when the faint sound of skin slapping skin reaches your ear. You freeze, contemplating turning around.

“Y-y-yes!” You glanced back, then fully turn around. Your eyes did not deceive you. It was some girl, bent over the bathroom sink and forced to stare at herself, the same girl from your Public Speaking class that was talking to Yuta, and blowing her back out, was Yuta. His glasses were off and he was gripping her so tight at the hips, roughly shoving her into the sink. Yuta looks up, he doesn’t even stop when he sees that it’s you. He just gives you a smile, it doesn’t even reach his eyes like before. He looks soulless, and he reaches down to grab her by the chin. “You gonna keep watching me as I f*ck this sl*t?” You swallow your saliva, shaking your head quickly and leaving quickly. Yuta doesn’t even let her finish, he just pulls out and gets dressed, telling her to clean herself up. He grips her by the face again, leaning in and whispering in her ear, “that just earned you a spot in my schedule.” He fixes his belt and walked to the door, pulling it open and leaving her with a, “and check your phone for the meeting. Don’t be late.” He said that last part like he was disgusted.

Once outside, Yuta fixes his shirt. He reaches for his glasses and puts it back on, about to walk back to the party when you grabbed him by the shirt from the hallway. “Hey!” You harshly pull him away from the crowd, and he just lets you. “What do you want? Huh? You jealous?” You shake your head, “psh! Me? Jealous of you and your random bimbo? No way!” Yuta smirks, he removes your hand from his and tilts your chin up in a quick flick of his wrist. “I know it’s hard seeing me with other people sometimes. That’s why you watch me huh?” You become heated, trying not to answer him back because that’s what he’d love.

“You need to stop being such a d*ck.” You shove your finger in his chest. Yuta looks down at you and tilts his head, amused by your actions. “Whatever I do in my leisure, has nothing to do with you.” You glared, “yes it does. Because I leave my dorm room at 3am to find different girls every week giving you brain, or you’re screwing them as you teach. At 3 in the morning Yuta. Keep your filthy flings away from our dorm! I’m serious. Do not bring her back to the room!” You were tired of it. Tired of his shitty games, the loud moans he’d have these women make on purpose from your shared living rooms, the panties he’d leave around the kitchen, the random bras in your laundry.

Sick of it! And now, the girl from class?! You gasp, remembering Nobara. “Don’t contact Nobara.” Yuta raises a brow at your command. “Uh and why not?” “I don’t want you using my friend for her body because she wants help with her assignments.” Yuta rolls his head before he suddenly slammed you into the wall, pinning you by your shoulder. “Ow!” “Shut up,” he points his finger in your face, “I literally tolerate you because you’re my roommate. And I respect you as a woman, so I’m not gonna sleep with her. Besides, she’s not my type,” he leans in, lips barely touching your neck.

Summary: You find out exactly where Neteyam’s heart has been all this time. Heart broken, you leave High Camp to find refuge in time alone in the middle of the night, but like every time before, Lo’ak seeks you out, and finds you.

A/N: 2nd person pov.

Tagged: @aoi-targaryen @moize @mercedesdecorazon

Warning

MDNI

NSFW

Chapter 1: The First Meet, Chapter 2: Just A Taste, Chapter 3: Silent Glances, Chapter 4: “Stay A Little Longer.”, Chapter 5: Before The Tides Turned, Chapter 6: A Battle Of The Heart, Chapter 7: Coincidences, Final Part

Everything was falling apart. You weren’t speaking to the man you were supposed to love, and Neteyam, in the silence of that night, kissed the very woman he denied his feelings for. Gosh, even Tuktirey could see that her oldest brother had something brewing for that girl.

Neteyam never spoke of the kiss. Since he got back that night and lay beside you, he didn’t utter of it once, only kept it hidden inside of him, his deeds. The days came crunching down, a blink and it was already dark. There was no progress between you and the future clan leader. You avoided talking to him, only interacting when it was necessary, and those necessary encounters were just during meetings. Neteyam tried, really he did. He would reach for your hand when you weren’t looking, but when you realized you pulled away from him.

He brought you flowers, he brought you the most beautiful rocks that reminded him of your eyes or your skin but you refused his gifts.

And out of guilt from that night he avoided Li’ara way more than he did before. Everybody noticed. They saw how he tensed when she sat opposite him for dinner, they saw him fly his ikran further ahead when hers is usually not that far behind, and he even switched the hunting team schedules so he couldn’t interact with her. Nobody questioned it though. They just thought he was finally taking you as his mate seriously.

You were with Lo’ak, making song chords for Tuk because she wanted to trade it with a friend. Your mind was filled with the thoughts of the eldest Sully. Every time you imagined reconciling with him, the reminder that you’d be doing it for the sake of love while he’d be likely doing it for a Tsahik hit you hard. You couldn’t bring yourself to that level of low, just to be accepted by him.

Your knees touched Lo’ak’s more than once, snapping your out of your thoughts every now and again; you have both picked up the same things a few times already. Seeds, beads, pebbles. You only laughed it off, while Lo’ak gave you quiet smiles. At least his presence made it easier to forget the pain his brother was causing you.

You lift about three song chords to the air, “think Tuk will like these?” Lo’ak snickers, hands tying off the last 4, “if she doesn’t I’m throwing them into the sea. I broke skin for this!” He shows you his hands, five fingered, bleeding. You smiled a little at this, never really noticing his hands until now. “No you won’t,” you tell him, reaching into your satchel to pull out some gauze. You wrap his fingers and tie it off. “There.” You say, hands still in his, “now you don’t have to complain.” Lo’ak says nothing, he only lifted your hand to his, kissing it gently as a thank you.

You’re both startled at the rustling of grass behind you, looking to see that it was only Tuk. She had the biggest smile on her face as she walked towards you, hands clapping from pure joy. “How are my hardest workers doing?!” She squeals, bending to examine the song chords. “We’re done,” Lo’ak tells her, showing his youngest sister the accessories. “Why do you need so many anyway?” He asked her, watching as she gently placed the chords in a small round basket. Tuk rolled her eyes at him, her tail hitting his face on purpose. “Why do you need to know?” She stuck her tongue out, a glint of trickery in her orbs. Lo’ak didn’t quite trust this. “You got us to make so many, how many chords are you trading with your friend? And…isn’t this a bad idea? Your chords are personal.”

Tuk huffed, “yeah well! Their parents don’t know and they don’t want them to know.” This made Lo’ak eyebrow raise, “huh?” “Nothing!” Quickly Tuk snatched the last chord from his grip, sticking her tongue out at him and walking closer to your side. “Y/nnnn,” she whined your name, “can you take me to get water at the river banks?” Lo’ak clicks his tongue. “Tuk! Aye, you know you’re old enough to go by yourself.” But she ignored him, her hand didn’t leave your arm. “Pleaseeee?” You couldn’t help it, pouting you pat her head, and you get up to go with her. “Alright fine. We won’t be long!” You yell back at Lo’ak, who rolled his eyes and watched you two leave, a ghostly grin on his face.

You and Tuk walk through the woods, you mostly looking at how she skipped. “The river isn’t far now!” Tuk calls back, laughing when she grabbed a lortsyal (shimmyfly). You watched the vibrant blue bug flicker in her hand, almost like it was struggling to escape her, because Tuk released it. You hadn’t even noticed the large root that stuck out the ground, your ankle hitting it so hard you fell, clenching your foot with clenched teeth. Tuk quickly turned hearing your fall and grunt, “y/n! Are you okay?!” You nod, but it was tight, sitting up and looking at your foot. Tuk looked on with a slight panic however, but you quickly saw it. You grabbed her hand and smiled at her through the pain, “it’s okay Tuk! I just fell, see?” You tell her as you stand, fighting the burning ache that shot through your leg the moment you placed pressure on your foot. Tuk bent to look at it but you swiped her away, “come on let’s get the water.” You tell her gently, leading the walk now.

The little girl’s ears, down a second ago, sprung back in the air. “Okay.” She says, hand in yours continuing the walk. You pause for a minute at another tree, ignoring the orange and green worms that crawled on it. The river bank was just 6 feet away, so you watched Tuk go down to it to grab a drink. You put your weight on your other leg as you examine your ankle, it was a dark pink which meant you had definitely injured it. A little swollen even. You push down on it, hissed, then reached into your satchel to get an ointment you hoped you had on you.

“Thank you Eywa,” you whispered when you pulled out a small jar that Mo’at had given you many nights ago. You apply a small amount to your ankle, muttering prayers over it, and then you wrapped your ankle with gauze. Your ears twitched, the sound of hushed talking reached you. You looked to the left to see that Tuk was still at the bank, this time playing with a yoten (chameleon).

The talking had gotten more aggressive. Worried, you get off the bark to go check it out. You move the giant leaf in your way and keep following the voices, leading you a bit further up the river, not far from Tuk, but far enough that she probably couldn’t see you. You carefully step over the overgrown roots and avoid muddy puddles, hands on the trees around you as support for your aching ankle. You come to a pause when you find the source of the voices.

Your ears droop instantly. Neteyam was sat against a rock, hands on his knees, while Li’ara stood opposite him. It looked as though they were arguing. Her fists were clenched and his head was down, ears flopped and tail wagging slowly. You were going to turn away, go back to Tuk like you didn’t see anything because Eywa knows you didn’t want to fight with him right now. You didn’t want to misunderstand their conversation, and you didn’t want to invade in their privacy, but the words that left Li’ara made you look back.

“You need to make a choice,” your eyes look between them. Li’ara placed her hands in her hair, “stop messing around with my emotions Neteyam. We kiss two nights ago, we hugged under the moonlight and now you’re pretending you don’t know me! I can’t take what you’re doing to me. What is it that you want?!” “I don’t…” Li’ara groaned. She grabbed him by the arm and made him look up. “You don’t what? If you didn’t feel for me you would have pushed me away! Don’t tell me, you don’t feel what I feel when we are this close.” She was now an inch away from his face, hands gripping his wrist.

Like that night, Neteyam didn’t move. “If I choose, someone will get hurt.” Neteyam told her, removing her hand from his wrist, but she only grabbed his other hand. “People are hurt right now because you’re not clear about your emotions.” She leaned her forehead on his, eyes closed and lips trembling. “Teyam I don’t want to beg, but I need you to be transparent.” Her green eyes look into his amber gold ones.

You watched with a heavy heart. Kiss? What kiss? The memories of her making a space in your shared marui where she wasn’t wanted weeks ago came flooding back.

You closed your eyes tightly. Some part of you was praying that he didn’t kiss her right now, right here. Peeking one eye open, you had the unfortunate opportunity to see him lean in first, locking lips with the woman he said not to worry about. You cover your mouth, stifling your gasp and backing away. You quickly escape the scene, avoiding the bugs and the water in the dense woods, heading back to Tuk. Tears blinded your vision a bit but you kept pushing through the leaves and the bioluminescent flies. Once back, you walked up beside Tuk, startling her, getting on you knees and washing your face hysterically. Tuk watched with wide eyes, confusion on her face. The yoten she was playing with scampered away. “Y/n?–” a loud gasp left you, shaking your head quickly before you went back to washing your face. Washing away the tears and the snot. “I’m okay Tuk!” You tried to reassure the youngest, but your voice was high pitched, your body was trembling, your ears were low. Tuk could only rub your back, worry in her eyes as she watched.

Once you were mostly calm, and your tears were washed away with the water, you lift your head and blink away the salty water from your lids. “Are you feeling better now?” Tuk asked in a low tone. You shake your head, holding her hand to return to Lo’ak’s side. “Yeah! A leaf just flew in my eye!” You didn’t want her to pry on your emotions.

When you returned to Lo’ak, you did not look him in the eyes. You knew that if you did that he would know something was wrong. “Took you long enough. I was gonna come look for you two,” Lo’ak exclaims, bending to grab his weapons. “Sorry,” you apologize, throat tight. With a swallow, you lead the walk back home.

You didn’t speak much after you all got back.

You went straight into your duties, the same thing like every day. A routine that could send anyone crazy, knowing the truth of the life you were about to live. You sat with the Tsahik, you did lessons with Neytiri, you trained with Jake. You smiled and you pretended that everything was okay. You acted like you were fine, just, fine, as they complimented how graceful and smart you were.

As soon as your last task was completed, you left the female Na’vis in the nursery and went to your marui. The moment you entered you went to your side, picking up your satchel and packing all of your things. The aggressive sniffing that filled the marui couldn’t be stopped. You were not going to do this anymore. Play house. Play pretend? There is no faking what you saw all those hours ago.

Your hand hovers on the knife your mother gave you. Heart hammering in your chest. This would mean you were going back to your parents, and the thought stirred up a guilt like never before. You put it in the strap on your thigh. “Knock knock!” Kiri’s voice greeted you from behind, zipping the flap open before walking in. She didn’t notice you body language. “Sis, knew I’d find you here.” She walks over to you, but upon seeing the dark pink spread on your nose and beneath your eyes, Kiri quickly sat beside you. “What’s wrong? Are you injured?” She checked your skin for a fever, she saw your wrapped ankle. “Did you get bitten??”

You shake your head. “Oh Kiri..” broken hearted. Kiri opened her arms for you, and you lay on her chest, hugging her tightly while letting the tears fall. She didn’t push, she didn’t ask you anything. The young lady knew that it would have been too personal to ask. Too wrong to question. Once your tears dried up, you looked at her and forced a smile. You didn’t say anything, only nodded. Kiri looked at your side of the marui, seeing that it was bare. She tried not to cry and only held your hand tightly. “You’re still going to be my sister, no matter what.”

You lean your forehead against hers, and you continue sitting there for the next 20 minutes.

You both knew at this point what you meant but you could not bring yourself to talk to Jake or Neytiri right now. All you could do, was wait for the right time that night to speak. You waited a while. During dinner while you sat beside Neteyam, you didn’t make eye contact with him. You spoke to Lo’ak instead, and his other siblings. Neteyam did not make an effort to speak to you either. He was trying to find the right thing to say, at the right time.

He noticed the gauze on your ankle when he bent to pick up the flower that fell from your hair, which Kiri placed a while ago. “Your ankle, did you hurt yourself badly?” He asked you, an anxious expression on his face. You don’t answer and you don’t take your flower back. You weren’t speaking to him before, and he knew you’d at least answer that like, three nights ago, so why are you ignoring him completely now? Neteyam took deep breaths in. He placed the flower on the table and you both kept eating.

You kept your distance from him even after. Clean up was faster than you expected, the scenario of telling your once future in-laws that you were leaving this engagement just two days before the wedding made your stomach tight. How can one drop a bomb like that? “Jake, Neytiri, thank you for accommodating me. Ngeyä 'itanur ke lu tìyawng (your son is dishonest).” You blink the tears away, approaching the family marui with heavy steps.

When you entered, you had not expected Neteyam to be there. His face looked frustrated, like he was arguing with Kiri, who looked just as annoyed. Neteyam opens his mouth, hand outreaching you, “y/n can we talk?” You pull your hand from his touch and walk straight to Kiri. Neteyam’s heart pulled, tail curling around his leg. “Where are your parents? I must talk to them.” Kiri shook her head, “they’re not here.” “Then I will wait.” She brought you to the family area, where the Sullys gathered for family meetings. The others followed a bit behind, Neteyam hoping to talk, the rest seeing what was next.

“Y/n, we really need to talk.” Neteyam tried again. You again, pretended that he was just a fly, but this time Neteyam didn’t allow it. He gave Kiri a hard long look, and she, reluctantly, hissed before she left. You looked at her, eyes wide to say, don’t leave me, but she already left. He sat opposite you now, hands on his knees as he looked at you. “Why do you still ignore me?” He asks desperately. “I have been meaning to have an important conversation with you for the past 4 days.”

You flash him a terrible look, anger in your e/c orbs. Neteyam stared back unafraid of you, but frightened of the situation at hand. “You wish to speak?” You asked him. Neteyam nods once, “yes. Right now.” He felt relieved that you finally spoke to him. You nod back, simple, but it was fast.

“Fine. I will go first.” Neteyam sits up waiting for you to start. “I saw you.” His heartbeat skipped to his throat and his eyes flew wide, but Neteyam did not speak. He regulated his emotions and controlled his shaking. “What are you talking about?” He quietly asked you, knowing that, those words had meaning. And whatever you had to say, he didn’t want his siblings to hear or know. You lean forward, a white braid falling forward in front of your black bangs as you did. You flash him a smile, a pained one. “Oel ngati tsole'a…alo-hu. Li’ara.” Neteyam’s chest was hammering.

Confirmation. You saw what he guessed you saw. Tuk, who was the only one peeking her head into the drawn curtains of the family area gasped aloud. Quickly she pulled back when you and Neteyam looked back. Neteyam looked off to his right, full of guilt.

“Thank you. You did not deny.” You get off your feet and leave the “living room” with fury. Neteyam, quick to his feet walked behind you. “Y/n wait! Let’s talk about this.” “There isn’t anything to talk about! I was never your mate, you can do whatever you want!” Neteyam’s mouth hung open. “That is not true.” “So am I or am I not your mate?” “You are…you are not…” you laughed, tears falling down your face again. “Then what am I doing here?!” Neytiri and Jake walk into the marui just in time.

The scene of you angrily yelling at their son, Neteyam with his hands up, and their other children around with tails on edge made them give their eldest a questionable look. “What’s going on?” Jake asked, hand out to calm everyone down. “Tell them!” You screamed at the oldest, lavender cheeks stained with tears. The tip of your nose dark pink once more. “What did you do?” Jake asked his son, his tone was warning. Alert.

Neteyam looked at his father, “sir. I–” “No. No sir.” Jake moves his hand right, “tell me what you did boy.” Neteyam’s breathing was rapid. “I kissed Li’ara.” “Oh my Eywa…” Neytiri whispered, hands over her mouth as she looked at her son. Jake rubs his hand on her back. “Tell them everything!!” You screamed, fangs bearing at the man. “Mawey! Mawey si ma’ite!!” Neytiri stretched her hand to touch your shoulder, but you pulled away.

Jake held Neytiri close, chin on her head. “Okay, I think emotions are high and we all need to take a breath right now. Please. We can still resolve this. We can discuss this…mess.” He eyes Neteyam, but your sniffling brought the man out of his ideas.

“I don’t want to resolve anything.” You mumble. Lo’ak rubs your arm in the heat of the moment, eyes full of hurt as he watched you crumble. “Y/n…” he said under his breath. “I want to go home.” You face Jake, then, you walk away from Lo’ak, heading out into the rainforest. “Y/n! It’s late don’t!” Neteyam tried walking after you once more, but Lo’ak stepped in front of him snarling and Neteyam hissed back. “Move! I’m going after her!” “You don’t deserve to!!” Lo’ak yelled back, teeth barring at his brother. Jake watched them, wanting to step in but he also didn’t want to interject.

“Boys please,” Neytiri pleaded, “Neteyam let Lo’ak go after her.” Neteyam could’ve broken his neck with how fast he whipped his head to look at his mother, braids flying and head tilted. “Mother please, not him. Let me go after her. She is my fiancée.” Lo’ak scuffs, a sarcastic smile on his face. “She’s far from it bro. You wouldn’t have been locking lips with Li’ara if she was.” It was now Neteyam’s turn to growl at his brother, and Lo’ak returned his energy. If Jake hadn’t pulled them apart by their shoulders they would’ve fought. “Lo’ak go bring her back.” Neteyam opened his mouth to protest. “But, sir! You don’t see how he looks at her—” “I don’t care, Neteyam! You have done enough! Lo’ak!” Lo’ak didn’t hesitate, he grabbed his bow and exited the marui.

You had gotten pretty far in the span of 10 minutes. Lo’ak walked on the fallen trunks of the rainforest, the bioluminescent plants and animals were his light in the dark of the forest. He called out for you, looking through the trees to see if he’d spot your lavender figure sitting in it like he did the first time, but you weren’t there.

Lo’ak kept looking. He walked until his feet ached, pausing to sit down and yell for you once again. “Couldn’t you have picked some place closer?!”

But of course you didn’t answer, because you weren’t near. A cold wind passed him and woodsprites appeared out of nowhere. Lo’ak watched as one bumped him on the nose, he leaned back a bit. The creatures floated above his head, gliding in one direction. Again, another breeze flew by, and as it did the bioluminescent plants of the forest flickered from the direction the wind blew to. Lo’ak sighed, looking up at the starry deep violet sky. If this was not a sign from Eywa, he didn’t know what else it might be.

He followed the sprites, watching as they lead him to a cave hidden by bloom of echoes. He passed them by, the walls were littered with glowing gems, roots and vines. A few tarsyus were laying around on the sides, the grass felt wet beneath his feet, like it was raining. He kept walking deeper into the cave until he saw a bed of kinglor petals right in the middle of it. Surrounding that bed, hanging from the ceiling, were more flowers, glowing electric blue and lighting up the low ambiance in the darkness. You lay there in the petals, black and white braids spread on your back, covering your tattoos and bralette. Your lavender body glowed with the lights that surrounded you, and just by looking at you he forgot how to breathe.

He stood there for a long time, just five minutes, just watching you lay there. You were clearly, still crying. Maybe his face was the last one you wanted to see right now. Lo’ak cursed his brother beneath his breath. How could he make you cry like this?

You looked back at the sound, startled by the noise that shouldn’t have existed. You wipe your tears sitting up, leaning your weight on your arm while looking at the second son. You don’t say anything, and neither does he. The Navi entered your space without a word and, with the permission in your eyes, he sat down. You leaned your head on his shoulder and Lo’ak took that as a sign to wrap his arm around your waist.

A woodsprite lands between you. The silence is broken with a small chuckle from your throat, dry but welcoming. “Of all the places that could land, it chose there.” You say, pointing at the creature. Lo’ak takes your hand, he lifts it and puts it on his chest. You stare into his glowing amber gold eyes, his bioluminescent spots glowing in sync with yours. “How do you always find me?” You whispered, a bit of genuine concern in your voice. Lo’ak looked at you with the same eyes he’s given you every time you were alone. The same eyes a part of you refused to see.

“I think…it’s the will of Eywa.” He told you, eyes lowered to the ground. You laugh a bit at his comment, Lo’ak, ever the comic. But why wasn’t he laughing too? You look him over. “You’re not laughing.” “Because I’m not joking.” Lo’ak gently lay his head in your hand, he allowed your other hand to touch his chest. “Y/n,” he begun, allowing you to feel how fast his heart was beating. “I’ve been trying to tell you how I felt, for the past 2 weeks.”

You wanted to pull away so badly, afraid of the words he wanted to say.

“I…I’m sorry that I’m not my brother,” Lo’ak looked at the space between your bodies, the small gap of personal space, “I’m sorry I’m not promised to you. But I promise to always choose you. I will never be Neteyam. I can only be me. I’m not a leader, like him, but I love you way more than he ever will. I have seen you, since we met, and I will always..see you. I know that a part of you sees me too. I want to be with you today, tomorrow and forever if you will let me. I promise, to choose you everyday, as I come to you before Eywa.” He said it, he finally told you what has been burning him in his heart for so long.

“Oel ngati kameie, y/n.” Lo’ak leaned in, he waited. He waited for you, he would wait for you forever if you’d make him. There is no one else that he saw himself with. He leaned in, planted his lips on yours swiftly, but you pulled away. Lo’ak ears drooped. Half of him expected that to happen but he didn’t want to believe it. “This is wrong,” you said under your breath; although you had already made up your mind to end the engagement with Neteyam, you still felt guilty. But, Lo’ak doesn’t know that. “It feels, wrong,” you corrected yourself, your lavender hand on his blue face, “but I know that, this is also..definitely right.” Lo’ak watches you lean in, a lovesick glow in his eyes, hypnotized by your movements. He is still, when you place your lips on his, returning his love, returning his kiss. It takes him but a few seconds to kiss you back, his lips moving with yours in perfect synchrony. A bit of tongue, slipping past, a gasp when you feel his tongue on yours, another airy yelp when his hands grip your hips and lift you up. Resting you to sit in his laps.

The kiss doesn’t break, even as his hands trail down your lower back, even as he palms the round of your ass through your tweng. He continues, rough big hands gripping below your thighs to keep you from slipping. You pull back for air, lips wet from his, panting for a minute. “What’s wrong?” Lo’ak asks, rubbing your chin with his thumb, breathing just as much as you. “I…” you blush then, face turning dark pink. “That was my first…” Lo’ak’s lips make an ‘o’, nodding, understanding what you meant. He went back in for second kiss, allowing you to take the lead this time.

His hands, every so frenzy make their way up your back to grip behind your neck. You tilt your head, tongue flicking his, readjusting your position in his laps. Lo’ak suffices a moan so low you could barely register it. When you move again he breaks the kiss, hissing and putting his hands on the small of your back. You look down at him, eyes wide, “what’s wrong?” Lo’ak shakes his head, his smile soft. “Your rocking,” he emphasizes. You don’t understand what he’s trying to say. He guides you with his eyes, looking at your face then below, where your hips connected, clothed but close.

He didn’t want to say it. “You’re stimulating…something.” Realization hits. “I’m sorry,” you attempt to get off, but that only made it harder for Lo’ak. His hands grip you hips to steady you, putting his face in your neck to deeply inhale your scent. “Don’t be sorry, I just don’t want us to do anything you wouldn’t want to do. Because the way you’re making me feel right now…” his voice trailed, “I don’t want you to stop.”

You felt how steady his breathing was, your hands caress his shoulders, and his chest moved faster. “What if I don’t want to stop?” You whisper, the hair on his back raised. Lo’ak wondered if you knew what you were asking, hands getting tighter on your thighs. “Then we don’t stop,” he mumbles, pulling his face from your neck and back up. His lips return to yours again, rougher than before, hands greedily traveling up your waist and resting there. Your hands were secure on his shoulders. Every time he tilted his head in another angle he readjusted you, hands? Ass. He couldn’t help grabbing that part of you; all he’s ever wanted to do was hold you and now he had the chance.

Lo’ak stops kissing you again, he leans in to your neck, soft fluttery pecks along your jaw, down your neck, still hands on your waist. You closed your eyes enjoying this new feeling of warmth you’ve only been told of by Neytiri. You reach for the back of his head, pulling him in closer by accident, Lo’ak takes the chance to nip at your collarbone. He plants wet kisses on every side of your neck, biting softly, sucking and pulling on your lavender flesh until it turned dark pink, marking you with slight imprints of his fangs.

You moan then, soft but enough for him to hear. You’ve never made that noise before, but Lo’ak didn’t seem to mind. He lifts his head up, kissing the tip of your flat nose and rubbing your both sides of your waist with his thumbs. “Do you mind if I take this off?” His finger hooks on your bralette’s thin strap. You shake your head, reaching behind your neck to release the knot that kept your breasts up. Lo’ak watched with careful eyes as you removed your top, his hands traveling upwards to your mounds. He takes the top from your hand, puts it aside and dives his head down. Without warning, he kisses each, light. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath.

You run your hand in his braids, chest heavy when he kisses your left breast, right above the nipple. This kiss was longer than the last, a bit of tongue was there, you felt a nip in your sensitive skin. “Mm, Lo’ak…” He kisses your collarbone as an apology, returning to your right breast, giving it the same treatment. His apology was not sincere. You tense, feeling his tongue glide across your skin. You squeeze your eyes closed at this, body trembling when you felt his hand grab you gently, lifting your soft breast to his mouth, his tongue made contact with your bud, swirling your areola before his lips latch down. Suckling your bits like he was teething. Your arch into his mouth, his grip increases on accident and a groan leaves him. Lo’ak holds you between his teeth before he releases, a soft plop fills the cave.

You keep looking at him like you want something, want more. “Lo’ak?” You whisper to him, hand tangled in his braids, “mhm?” His lips were back on your skin, all over your neck and shoulders. “I want to feel more than this.” You desperately shift forward, clothed heat against his hardening cock. Lo’ak looks into your eyes assessing the situation. “You sure? It might hurt–” “But you’ll be gentle, right?” You look at him with so much love, Lo’ak doesn’t want to deny you. He sighs, a small smile graced his lips, planting another kiss on yours. “Alright, but tell me when it hurts okay? And we’ll stop.”

Lo’ak lays you down, his hands gracefully run down your waist to rest on the band of your skirt, the tips of his fingers pulling it down slowly. You flinch, wet flesh exposed to the cool wind that blew through the caves. You watch as he gets on his knees, peeling his tweng off, thighs clenching at how painfully slow he moved to reveal himself. “Lo?” Your voice is soft, a little shaky with nerves. Lo’ak crawls above you, taking your legs up as he did so he could put them on his shoulders. “Hm?” His hands are rested on the back of your thighs, pulling you again, your body shifts in the bed, peach petals airborne, then falling again in your hair and on your face. You saw the subtle flex of his muscles, strong blue arms tense as he wrapped his hands around your thighs. The veins on them risen, thumb rubbing your knee before he ran his hands down closer to your aching wet flesh.

You follow his every move trying to control your breathing. His finger slides across your slick, your back arches into his touch and he looks on your face. “Damn you’re wet.” He mutters, repeating the action of rubbing his index finger up and down your wet folds. He slips the tip of his finger in, watching your body jolt again with this new feeling of penetration. “Mm!” Lo’ak tried to hide his smile, mentally already enjoying the thought of claiming you, of seeing how your fucked out face would look once he’s in. “That feel good?” He asks, tip still sliding in and out. You nod, and he slides his finger in further. You flinch, a small grunt leaving you because he’s poking your walls the wrong way.

Lo’ak looks up, watching your body move. “You don’t like that?” You shake your head and he repositions his finger, his 5 inch digit slides right back in again, a pressure is built up below your navel. You let out a softer moan than before, fingers gripping the petals below you once he found a rhythm, steadily rocking his digit, his amber eyes watching as your pussy greedily sucked on his finger. “Fuck you’re tight…” he whispers, pulling his digit out to rub you again, you whimper at the lost feeling; he teases your clit with his wet digits and probs your entrance again, two fingers gently rubbing your weeping flesh. When he attempts to push through, you arch again. The burning feeling of your cunt stretching made you put your hand on his, stopping him. “That hurt,” you mewl with tears perking in your glossy e/c eyes. Lo’ak backs away, keeping your legs on his shoulders to dip his head down between the meat of your thighs. A light squeak escapes you, his nose presses firmly to your bean while he laps at your slick. A low rumble comes from his throat, his calloused hands grip behind your thighs to keep you still as he ate you out. You throw your head back, gasping and whispering his name like a mantra.

He puts pressure on it, tongue slipping in, tasting your juices. His tongue aggressively forcing its way inside, latching on with his lips. Whiny grunts can’t seem to stop leaving you. Every time you reach down to push him off just a little, overwhelmed by the sucking and licking of his tongue he smacked your hand away and forced your leg off his shoulder, pressing it back to your breasts.

You whine again, Lo’ak looks up at last coming off with a soft plop. Your flushed face makes him get back on his knees. Your juices on his lips, nose and chin, but he doesn’t care. His hand reaches down, heavy with his member while he probs your wet cunt. Lo’ak watched your face contort, discomfort and a bit of fear flashing in your eyes. “I’ll be gentle,” he tells you, allowing you to hold his shoulders as he lifted you back up by your hips, pulling your body on to his laps again, dick coated in your warm slick making him bite his lip. You whimper, he smirks, handsy with your ass, he aligns himself with you, teasing your entrance with his tip.

He taps your ass gently. “What?” Your soft voice questions him. “Sit on it.” You’re about to look down getting ready to do as he says, but Lo’ak doesn’t allow you to. “Eyes on me.” “But how am I supposed to—” “Feel me.” You squeeze his shoulders, legs spread as you lower yourself on his cock. The burning returns as his girth is stretching you out. You hiss, feeling the tip invade your tight pussy ever so slowly, Lo’ak kept his eyes on you. He pushed down a little on your hips to help you, jaw clenched feeling as you sucked him in.

He waits a minute, two, your walls flutter softly around his shaft. He props you up more, hands under your thighs as he forces you to move. You feel it, every inch of his veiny cock brushing on your soft walls. At first you started off slow, the sounds of wet flesh connecting with flesh spills into the cave. Lo’ak watches you move, hands still on your hips only to guide you. He hisses, you were gripping him so tight, he wanted to fill you with his seeds then and there, but didn’t want this moment to be wasted. “Pullin’ me in y/n.” He grunts, your eyes look like they’re going to the back of your head. His heavy hand smacks your ass to bring you back, hips rutting upwards to keep breaking you in.

“Oh fuck…” when you throw your arms around his neck to cover your moans you lean into his shoulder. Lo’ak doesn’t stop thrusting, hips stuttering when he feels you squeeze on him again. He moans, it’s whiny and deep, pushing you on to your back, still drilling deep in your pussy. “Use your words.” He grunts, slapping your ass as he fucked you through your high. He palms your breast, leaning down to put your nipple in his mouth as he’s still pounding into you. He could hear your whiny moans, and the sweet sapping sounds of your cunt filling his ears. Your mouth is partially open, a hand over your eye as he fucks you into the bed, he slaps the fat of your ass again, two more times, gripping your flesh until his nails leave prints.

Your moans only got louder, something stirring in your womb, you feel like you’re about to pee and you start to cry. The dick was too good. “You cryin?’” You nod, weeping pitiful tears when he slows down, deep strokes in your pussy. You squirm, tapping his shoulders, begging him to go faster. Lo’ak goes slower, the smirk on his face doesn’t go away. “Lo’ak please!” You mewl for him, his face before yours as he puts your legs high up on his shoulders again, his tail wraps around your own to keep you. “Need you,” you choke out, pussy weeping uncontrollably, he can’t even slowly dick you down anymore from how slippery you’ve become. “Greedy.” He kisses you hard, balls deep and fucking into your womb like you owed him. Lo’ak presses his hand on your lower abdomen where he’s practically bulging in you.

He hits the back of your cervix and you start seeing stars. If you weren’t crying hard enough before you were bawling now, body jerking with the shocks of pleasure and pain when you pull him in by the neck, legs tighten around his waist as he rides you through your high. “Lo-Lo’ak! I! Ugh–” “Fucccck stop talking! Please! You’re gonna milk me.” He buries his face in your neck and tries to control his strokes, too close to the sun now. Too close to the edge, he knew he could break inside at any moment now.

You frantically run your hands in his braids again, crying out how badly you wanted to pee. How much you wanted sweet release! Lo’ak groans loudly, his hips snapping against yours when he feels you dig your nails into his back and arch for the fourth time. A long, drawn out pitchy wail tears from your throat as you cling to him with your walls, creaming on his thick cock. He rides out your high, dick hitting deep, tip kissing the back of your walls before he too spills over. He holds his weight up when he comes undone inside of you, head hanging low near your ear and panting. You gently hold his face and look him in the eyes; he still hasn’t pulled out. Lo’ak nuzzles your cheek with his, gently he lays down beside you, his member slowly leaves you and the full warm feeling disappears. You turn to face him with your hands still on his body and his on yours, pulling you in close and holding you by the waist.

You don’t say anything to each other, you only lay together in silence, exchanging sweet kisses and grabbing your tsaheylus, Lo’ak looks at you for permission. You nod with your eyes half lidded, and in that moment, he locks his lips back on yours; the ends of your tsaheylus connecting, your bond formed, and you are mated with the second son.