#polyamour

sur insta, j'avais mis l'extrait d'interview TV où le présentateur demande à Gil Alma où ça en est entre Élise et César, et Gil répond en disant qu'y a aussi quelque chose avec Arthur. J'ai mis juste des citations de l'itw en description du post : "César ne sait pas trop où il en est." "On verra ce que les scénaristes vont décider."

ET! Gil Alma a commenté :

Entre les murmures et les regards,

Je me perds dans un flot de désirs.

Ces hommes, leurs yeux comme des phares,

Éclairent mes nuits, mais causent mon martyr.

Leurs mots doux, leurs promesses en l'air,

Tourbillonnent comme des feuilles en automne.

Et moi, fragile dans ce tourbillon amer,

Je cherche une voie, une place, une personne.

Comment choisir quand tous semblent parfaits,

Quand chaque sourire éveille un espoir ?

Mais mon cœur, lui, reste confus et muet,

Face à cette danse d'amour illusoire.

Les doutes s'insinuent, les peurs s'accumulent,

Suis-je trop exigeante, ou simplement perdue ?

Je rêve d'un amour, simple et unique,

Mais la réalité est bien plus rude.

Je voudrais les aimer tous, ou bien aucun,

Mais mon cœur ne peut être partagé.

Alors je marche, solitaire sur ce chemin,

Espérant qu'un jour, tout s'éclaircira enfin.

🫐 Rencontre mes copines ici 👇🏻🤭

Rules:

No reader-inserts, self-inserts or unhappy endings are allowed.

spanking, watersports, extremely underage ships or parent/child incest are only allowed if portrayed on a negative light.

Peter Petigrew and Dolores Umbridge must be bashed in both universes.

Dumbledore must be gay and atracted to Grindewalt and Grindewalt alone in both universes.

poor grammar is not allowed (you don't need a beta but at least use grammarly some form of grammar corrector)

You are not allowed to bash Severus Snape, Sirius Black,Draco Malfoy or Remus Lupin

8. In both universes,Hagrid can only be paired with Madame Maxine.

9. In both universes, Mad Eye Moody can't be paired with anyone

10. In both universes,Minerva Mcgonagal can only be paired with Poppy Pomfrey, Amelia Bones or anyone on the staff that she never taugh herself.

11. In Both Universes,Crabbe and Goyle can only be paired with Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Milicent Bulstrode, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, each other or an Oc.

12. This fict must feature a Happy ending.

ok so...the idea here is that due to some magical artefact, potions acciddent or any other explanation that the writer can come up with, Severus Snape Swaps places with a female version of him and they both end up becoming the romantic interests of the marauders (sans the rat) of each others universes, being faced with a though decision: go back or stay.

Characters races must remain canon in both universes and the genderbender counterparts can't under any ciscunstances have the same name as their canon selves.

Also:

Male Bullying

When it comes to bullying behavior, males tend to choose more physically aggressive methods than females.Those with a tendency toward bullying will attack other people when they show weakness.

Some male bullies even assemble a group of followers that are looking for acceptance. These followers will often do or say anything just to maintain their position within the group.

Likewise, these bullies usually enjoy the status a fight brings them. Consequently, they may indulge in menacing behavior and typically are more direct when bullying others.

Research also shows that males will bully both girls and boys. They also tend to be more open about their bullying behavior, which makes it much easier for parents and educators to spot.

This does not mean that boys do not engage in more subtle bullying, such as relational aggression.5 Most people do not associate manipulation, cliques, rumors, and ostracizing with boys. But it happens quite frequently. In fact, a boy's social status at school does not happen by chance.

A great deal of male bullying is influenced by the "boy code." Males are conditioned by society to adopt a set of rules and behaviors that define what it means to be a boy.

Society unfairly expects males (or anyone presenting as male) to be independent, macho, athletic, powerful, and dominant. Being anything other than what society expects could make a child a target for bullying by kids who expect these characteristics.

Bullying also tends to end more quickly among males than it does with females. Males are more likely to bully and be bullied than girls; and they are more accepting of bullying behavior than females.1 So, a male might still be friends or be in a relationship with someone even if they bully them or other people.

 Common Ways Teens Experience Peer Pressure

Female Bullying

Females tend to bully other people indirectly or by using relational aggression.This type of bullying usually includes verbal assaults, ostracizing, spreading rumors, and gossiping—the epitome of mean behavior. Moreover, people that engage in relational aggression disguise their bullying and act in more passive-aggressive ways, which makes this type of bullying more difficult to spot.

Like males, females also form groups around a leader. But in these groups, especially cliques, people are in constant competition with one another.7 As a result, the people in this group never truly trust one another within the clique.

For instance, the leader in the clique is often worried that at any moment they will lose their power to another member of the group that seems more worthy than they are. If this happens, the clique will form around the new leader.

Females also experience sexual bullying more than males. For example, they might experience rumors about sexual activity regardless of the validity of the claims. And they are more likely to be on the receiving end of sexual messages or harassment.

Most female bullies do not act alone. Instead, they tend to have accomplices or followers who support their behavior. Additionally, they will rally around the primary bully in order to gain more social standing in the group. They will give in to peer pressure and bullying even when they know it’s wrong. (Verywell family)

Thus, some changes will have to be made. i'd recomend watching Mean Girls, Gossip Girl, Heathers, etc for a better notion of female bullying before writing the fict.

- Tu m'emmerdes avec ta question

- Ça prouve que c'est une bonne question

- Je n'ai pas dit qu'elle était mauvaise

(...)

- Pourquoi tu la laisses aux autres ?

(...)

-Merde le Veilleux. Elle n'est pas à moi. Personne n'est à personne.

- Finasse pas avec ta morale. Pourquoi tu la laisses aux autres ?

- Demande au vent pourquoi il ne reste pas sur l'arbre

- Qui est le vent. Toi ? Ou elle ?

Adamsberg sourit.

- On se relaie"

"Non pas que la présence de Lawrence le gênat. Adamsberg ignorait presque tout de la jalousie. Quand il la découvrait chez les autres, ravageuse et douloureuse, il lui semblait qu'il lui manquait une case, une de plus parmi les innombrables qui lui faisaient défaut"

"- Viens, dit-il après un silence.

- Je te ferais mal au bras, dit Camille. C'est mieux de dormir séparés

- Ce n'est pas mieux

- mais c'est bien aussi

- c'est bien aussi. Mais ce n'est pas mieux

- Si je te fais mal ?

- Non, dit Adamsberg en hochant la tete. Tu ne m'as jamais fait mal

Camille hésita, encore divisée entre tranquilité et chaos.

- Je ne t'aimais plus, dit-elle.

- Ça n'a qu'un temps, dit Adamsberg"

"Soliman secoua la tete, mécontent.

"Tu dévies le courant, dit il, tu détournes la riviere, tu récuperes toute l'eau pour toi et tu te faufiles dans le lit du trappeur. C'est du vol.

- C'est tout le contraire Soliman. Tous les amants de Camille puisent dans ma riviere, et toutes mes maitresses puisent dans la sienne. En amont il n'y a qu'elle et moi. En aval, il y arrive qu'il y ait pas mal de monde. En vertu de quoi, l'eau est plus trouble en bas qu'en haut.

(...)

- Si bien, que si j'avais franchis ces sacrés cinquante mètres, si j'avais pu poser la main sur elle, je me serais retrouvé en aval de tout votre système hydrographique à la con ?

Vous ai-je dit comment je trouve le polyamour fascinant?

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Mercredi dernier, je suis allée voir l’expo Pussy Riot au MACM avec un adorable américain. On a bu dans 3 bars, je lui ai fait visiter la ville. On s’est embrassés timidement et je suis rentrée, souriante.

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Vendredi dernier j’allais jouer au pool avec Grande barbe. Ça faisait plusieurs très longs audios qu’on s’échangeait. Il était fasciné par mon intérêt pour le dollification et c’était la première fois que je rencontrais quelqu’un qui était vraiment excité à l’idée de jouer à la poupée avec moi.

Il ne boit pas. À jeun, on a parlé beaucoup, on ne s’est pas embrassé mais on a convenu de se revoir.

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Lundi je suis allée au cimetière avec la Licorne américaine. Puis je lui ai fait découvrir le smoked meat. On a bu des cocktails, il m’a demandé si je voulais aller ailleurs ou peut être aller chez lui « to make out ». Il était gêné d’être aussi direct. C’était notre 2e date, je pouvais bien pousser l’exploration plus loin. On a acheté des bouteilles à la SAQ. Je l’ai questionné sur ses kinks. On a frenché beaucoup. Il m’a dit qu’il aimait attendre la 3e date ou plus pour baiser. C’est drôle parce que j’aime ça aussi, le tease, faire monter la passion. On est allés dans son lit. On a frotté nos organes génitaux. C’était génial. Tellement kinky soft et challengeant.

Le lendemain il m’a fait remplir le tableau bdsm des intérêts et limites. Il m’a envoyé sa version avec ses kinks. On est très excités par nos points communs. Je le revois vendredi prochain, je suis en train de traiter nos datas, pour voir sur quels boutons on pourra appuyer.

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Mardi matin Grande barbe m’a laissé un audio poli et honnête pour me dire qu’il avait eu une belle soirée mais qu’il n’avait pas assez de points en commun avec moi pour continuer de me voir. Que même si nos kinks communs étaient terriblement excitants, il avait besoin de connecter sur d’autres sujets, comme la politique, les jeux de société et le canot. J’ai respecté son opinion et lui ai souhaité bonne chance.

J’étais quand même contente, ça me laissait plus de place pour les autres, et j’aimais pas tant sa barbe.

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Ce soir, j’ai rencontré le Papa à vélo pour la première fois. Il m’avait demandé d’avance si on pouvait s’embrasser dès notre rencontre, pour casser la glace. J’ai trouvé ça tellement hot. « Je suis game ». Il était nerveux. Je l’ai vite mis en confiance. On est allés au musée. On a mangé du gâteau au fromage. Je l’ai trainé dans mon spot secret au centre ville où on a frenché comme deux amoureux aux yeux pétillants pendant des heures. Des gamins. Une sensation réciproque de tomber en amour. On était tellement bien à se serrer dans nos bras en se regardant dans les yeux. Rire. Se regarder. Frencher. Se raconter des secrets gênants sur nos vies. Il est tellement beau. Il me trouve tellement belle.

En quittant cet endroit après trop d’intensité pour un débutant du dating, il me lance « peut être que c’est trop tôt pour dire ça, mais je pense que je vais avoir besoin de temps pour processer ce qu’on vient de vivre. Si je t’écris tout de suite je vais négliger ma famille, ma blonde, prend le pas mal si je ne t’écris pas tout de suite. Je ne me suis jamais senti comme ça pendant une date c’est trop hot, j’ai l’impression d’être high »

Comprenant trop bien ce qu’il vit dans sa tête, je l’ai rassuré. J’ai dit que je comprenais et que j’attendrais qu’il me texte quand il sera prêt.

De l’amour je te dis. Je l’ai senti, lui aussi, mais il a peur.

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3 gars en couple. 3 niveaux d’expertise. Dans les trois cas je suis ouverte. J’ai parlé des trois gars au Patron. Et il est bien correct avec ça.

(Je pourrais développer tellement plus la dessus… je vais tenter d’être plus assidue mais tout ça me rend tellement heureuse.)

Jadoooooorre les dates. J’adore rencontrer des garçons. J’en veux plus.

A AWOW fanfiction. (Neteyam x reader x Loak)  TW: Angst, mention of mental health problems, mention of trauma, mentions of death, mention of war, alcohol, drugs, smut, explicit language, time skips, mention of past events, change of POV, polyamorous(?), mention of songs, change of lore, included navi language, OP main Caracter,   

All the characters /except the reader/ the storyline and the world of AWOW are property by James Cameron (Disney). My property is just the plot and storyline of this fanfiction. 

Kapitel 1: Our little adventures...

A AWOW fanfiction. (Neteyam x reader x Loak)  TW: Angst, mention of mental health problems, mention of trauma, mentions of death, mention of war, alcohol, drugs, smut, explicit language, time skips, mention of past events, change of POV, polyamorous(?), mention of songs, change of lore, included navi language, OP main Caracter,   

All the characters /except the reader/ the storyline and the world of AWOW are property by James Cameron (Disney). My property is just the plot and storyline of this fanfiction.  

“Lo’ak! You irresponsible Skxawng! Bring her back to the ground!” Me and the younger Sully Brother looked shocked at Neteyam, who’s been flying his ikran right next to us all of the sudden. His face showed clear his inner emotions: he was absolutely pissed at his younger Brother.  I mean... I kind of get it. Finding his younger brother with the ‘small and weak’ human being they’ve always sworn to protect, on a flying reptile, knowing that their father and her father would kill them if they knew, was a good reason to be angry – I guess? 

Lo’ak was always the more adventures one of them. I enjoyed his carelessness – even though it brought me sometimes in dangerous situations.  He loved to show me everything on Pandora as if I was one of them. Never let me feel that I’ve been different – as if my whole appearance wasn't a constantly reminder.  I loved that he could make me feel like I was one of them and live a life of a Navi - born as a human.  Deep down I always knew that Neteyam was right. Our “little adventures”, like Lo’ak liked to call them, were indeed dangerous for me. I looked at my arms that were around the big torso in front of me. Deep blue skin color met a kind of reddish beige.  

Even though those differences always reminded me of what I am – I couldn’t stop myself. Lo’ak always tugged me in. He was capable to make me feel so carefree. Just the way he always said: “Let’s have another adventure together little one.”, got me excited and my heart to race.  

“You know you can be such a bore, dear Brother?”, Lo’ak screamed into the direction of the older sibling with a snickering face. His hand finding my thigh to ensure me. Even though he always made the elders go nuts with his impulsive behavior, my mind always said: “I can see you.” - he always made sure, that I was save and that I felt save.  

“Let's have some fun, little one?” The way bigger Navi turned down to look me in the eyes, with a mischievous grin. As always, I started to fall into his almost glowing yellow eyes, giving him a lost nod.  

Just as his words left his lips, he leaded his ikran to make a nosedive. Out of instinct I hardened my grip around Lo’ak, feeling once again so small compared to his body size.   As I closed my eyes, I could hear the more rational thinking brother scream: “Has Eywa took your brain know?!”  

I giggled – loving the dynamic of our trio way too much.  

“Open your eyes, (y/n). You’re missing the whole show.” Lo’ak said just loud enough for me to hear. I did as I was told. The mask on my face, that I needed to breath, shielded my eyes – so I didn’t need them to adjust.  We were flying steady again and so I could finally enjoy the beautiful few of the hallelujah mountains. After all this year's my mind still couldn’t understand how those big pieces of solid material could fly – my dad tried to explain the phenomena to me, but to be honest... it always made my head hurt. But I kind of think I’m happy that I never understood the scientistic few of my father – it was way more magically for me like this.  

With doe eyes I stretched my hand away and let it slide through the waterfall we wear flying next to. I was so mesmerized by the nature that I could finally see not just from the ground. After years of encourage I finally had convinced my childhood friend to take me on a ride – totally taking in everything. In the distance I could see three black creatures running through the trees. One was bigger than the other. I tried to get a better look but lost them in green landscape.   Lo’ak grinned as he saw the expression in my face. I never felt so alive like just in that moment, on the back of an ikran with Lo’ak in front of me, with his hand on my small human thigh. I let out a scream of excitement just like I’ve learned from them. Two male voices joining in to show their happiness.  

I turned my head around surprised by the second male voice. Neteyam  finally caught up next to us, I was relieved, that his expression had changed. He looked happy and gave me a playful wink.  

Totally overwhelmed I pressed myself harder against Lo’ak smiling like an idiot with my masked face against his back. The only thing that slightly ruined that moment was that stupid see-through shield on my head. I hated it.  But not even this stupid thing could kill my mood.  

“Lo’ak where are you and (y/n)? Norm is here to take her home.”, we suddenly heard Jake Sully through the Throat Microphone. The mentioned pressed against the piece of technology with two fingers. “Forest, sir.”, he answered shortly. Neteyam shook his head, with wide eyes and made a slicing move with his hand at his throat, to probably tell his brother that this wasn't a good idea. 

“Base! Instantly!” The older brother let his head sink with a groan.  

As we heard the change in their father's voice, we knew we were fucked. “He can’t know – how could he know?”, I asked confused. Lo’ak looked as conflicted as always when he knew that his father was disappointed again. Let’s face it – his father was most of the time making him feel like he was a disappointment. My heart sunk as I noticed it was once again my fault.  

“He always knows, (y/n).”, he said and made his ikran turn. I looked back with a frown. Neteyam was right behind us. His happy mood was also obviously washed away. As our eyes met, he gave me a half smile. I petted the blue skin on Lo’aks arm. “I’m so sorry.”, I said in a mumble.  

He didn’t give me an answer. The flew back felt so much longer, with no words spoken.  

As we arrived back, we were already greeted by the unhappy faces of our fathers. We didn’t even try to come up with a fake scenario, landing directly in front of them. Lo’ak jumping down from the turquoise animal, disconnecting his queue, and helping me down. Sadness hit me again in an unmerciful wave.   

My mind played tricks on me, showing me how I expected the moment to be, when the Navi in front of me would have lifted me from the ikran. Two happy faces would have met. I wanted to hug him after our flight. I wanted to hold his hand and tell him how graceful I’m that I have a friend like him.  I wanted this to be a special bonding moment for us. 

That all felt so surreal now. I felt like I was a burden for him as I looked in those sad eyes, which glowed in a rich golden color, since the sun started to settle down.  

Lo’ak took my hand in his as he led me to Jake and the other grown up, that looked like a Navi.  Neteyam right behind me with his tail protectively around my chest as he always did, when he felt the need to protect me. The taller one leaned his head between us and whispered: “Can’t save your asses this time – he sent me to look for you Skxawngs. He knew you weren’t in the forest.”  

Now we understood why the Olo'eyktan was instantly in rage. Lo’aks ears flattened in worry, so I squeezed his hand and gave him a securing smile. The fact that my partner in crime didn’t make the impression that he blamed me for this, made me feel saver with my insecurity. It was once again us against the world. Or in this case – us against our protective fathers.  

Memories of other times flooded my mind. I can’t count how often me and Lo’ak had been admonished by our fathers because our “little adventures”. But I was pretty sure – neither our fathers fought something would ever change.  

“Of all those things you did, that was the most irresponsible and lightheaded!”, Jake screamed at Lo’ak, who only looked to the ground. “I’m not so sure about that.”, I whispered to myself and suppressed a grin. Neteyam, who obviously heard me hit me soft on my arm.  

“She could have fall. She could have died! You're risking the life of your best friend for some fun!” - “It was all my idea, sir.”, I tried to intervene. “That doesn’t matter. He could’ve said no!”, the Olo'eyktan tried to lower his voice volume as he looked at me. The next moment he was hissing at his son.  

“I’m sorry, sir.”, Lo’ak mumbled. He cautious looked at my father. “I’m sorry, Mr. Spellman. I never wanted to bring your daughter in danger.”, he now said way more confidently. My dad's face changed instantly, showing empathy with the teenager in front of him.  

“Don't you worry, Lo’ak. I know (y/n), and I know how convincing she can get. Something she didn’t get from my side of the family. Also call me Norm, I feel so old when you call me Mr. Spellman.”, he joked, petting the head of the boy who still held my hand. A small smile crept on the troublemaker's face. “Wich doesn't mean I’m happy with your actions, young boy. You must learn how to not fall for her charm, or you will be wrapped around her fingers.”, my father winked.  

“Daad, can you just shut uuup?”, I groaned. As much as I hated it, when my father made fun of the connection I had with the sully brothers, always trying to show how much he ‘shipped’ us, I loved him for lifting the mood.  

“Sorry to say that, Norm. But my baby brother is already totally dazzled by her seductiveness. Bewitched.” I heard Neteyam right next to my ear, as he leaned his head on my shoulder, with his voice in a low almost growl. I felt his tail leaving my body, now swinging next to me, showing that he was hyped to help my father tease us.  

“I hate you.” I whispered in his direction. “You love me.”, he answered on the instant.  

“You think my daughter is seductive?”, my father said with a pleased grin, having way too much fun with how easy it was to trap the other brother. 

Mr. Sully started laughing now at how dumfounded Neteyam looked at my father.  

“We know your both head other hills for that girl. Norm I would like to invite you and your daughter for dinner, to make it up to you.”, he said still laughing.  

“Can we please stop talking about me as if I wasn’t here.” I complained. “And can we please stop pretending that me or my brother think about (Y/n) in that kind of way.”, Lo’ak added, while his cheeks started to get a purple. He was trying to protect his blush with his hand and Neteyam just cleared his throat and headed to their home.