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characters:

lo'ak sully (avatar)

neteyam sully (avatar)

jake sully (avatar)

ao'nung (avatar)

spider socorro (avatar)

joaquin torres (MCU)

peter parker (MCU)

bucky barnes (MCU)

JJ maybank (outer banks)

pope heyward (outer banks)

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sam wilson x bucky barnes

Bucky wouldn't go as far as to say that Sam hated him — or maybe that's just what he was trying to convince himself. Maybe If Sam did hate him, he preferred not to know — and if he didn't, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

No part in him could contradict Sam for what he was thinking, he simply wished that he would take a look deeper; that he would see past what had been shown on TV and the news headlines.

Bucky didn't want to be on a team — least of all with people he hardly knew. He was tired of fighting; he was tired of the missions and the orders. He simply wanted to live, not just day-to-day, but thriving.

Maybe Sam was wrong for ignoring Bucky's calls and texts/ Maybe he was wrong for only seeing the bad — what was shown and not what was felt.

He had trusted Bucky, and Bucky has betrayed his trust. Though, the man himself couldn't find it in him to blame Sam. He awaited something — anything. Maybe a phone call, of a text; he just wanted something to know that Sam didn't hate him.

Sam thought Bucky had trusted him enough to tell him about something this big — maybe he hadn't, maybe Sam had misinterpreted Buckys feelings, maybe he had been wrong all along.

"Sam, I didn't know, okay?" Bucky would say in his voicemails. Sam didn't know if he believed him, but he didn't know if he could find it in him to not believe him.

Bucky couldn't help but come to the conclusion that Sam hated him. He didn't know what else to believe. Sam never reached out, and eventually, Bucky stopped attempting to get his attention.

Sam wasn't sure if he wanted Bucky to keep calling. At night, he'd replay his voicemails. He'd re-read the countless messages he had been sent. And it all ended the same way. He never knew what to do, he still felt betrayed, but he missed it.

translation: every songcord must have a last bead

note: tiktok saw it first

sully family x f!sully!daughter

Fralo tirol telem zene ley a srok, you just didn't know that yours would be so soon.

The end for the na'vi was a weird concept compared to the end on earth. Jake had vaguely mentioned the concept of different religions; different gods for a person's religion.

When you were young, you didn't understand. For the na'vi, Eywa connected all things—life and death—you could go visit your ancestors, btu on earth, if someone was lucky, an heirloom could've been left behind—passed down by generations, and if not, then all that was left were memories and a gravestone.

On Eywa'eveng, things worked differently.

Once one died, theur bodies would be buried beneath Vitraya Ramunong, or, the Tree of Sould—where their body was given back to Eywa because all energy is only borrowed, and one day you have to give it back.

NOTE: cross-posted on wattpad and ao3 (all under the same username

INTRODUCTION

1 year ago

SATARI AND LO'AK were trouble.

"Lo'ak, leave her." Neteyam pulled his brother back from following Satari. "Priya." Lo'ak looked towards Satari's older sister, who only shrugged her shoulders as Neteyam scoffed.

"You make her mad and than expect her not to be angry with you." The girl paused, moving to speak again before the youngest Sully brother interrupted her.

"I didn't mean to!" He scoffed, shoving Neteyam away as he moved to go after his best friend.

This time, the older pair couldnt stop Lo'ak — they only watched as the younger boy stalked off, beads from his bracelet clinking together as he disappeared behind the greenery.

"If You're not back soon, we're going after you guys, skxawng." He called after Lo'ak, who didn't give a response as Neteyam only sighed.

"When do you think they're gonna get together?" Priya smirked, stepping next to her best friend, nudging him with her elbow as he only looked down at the girl.

"You do know that they say the same thing about us..right?"

"Shut up."

♡•♡•♡•♡

Lo'ak hadn't meant to make Satari mad — it had been accidental.

The young child soldier had been making new arrows on her mother command, and as soon as they were done, Lo'ak had accidently broken them.

Her mother had been furious.

"How dare you let that boy touch those!" Virti yelled, standing over her daughter, holding a pair of broken arrows in her hands as tears threatened to escape Satari's eyes.

"Mother–"

"You will let your mother speak." Her father, Nahele, spoke.

Satari's eyes widened as they snapped to the man, an urge to speak up withered inside her.

"That boy is corrupting you, young one." She paused. "Him and his famiy." She added on as Satari only shrunk back, making herself smaller in an attemptto hide herself.

The words echoed in Satari's head as she sat in a tree, her legs dangling from the branches as tears threatened to slip down her face.

The broken arrows sat in a pile next to her, the faint chirp of animals down below filled the silence before she heard the hurried steps followed by the hushed curses of a voice she knew all too well.

"Ri!" He called out, looking around for the girl.

He felt bad. When he saw the girl run past him, eyes widened in sadness making her teary eyes more prominent.

Satari was his best friend — his everything, even (though he'd never truly admit that to her out loud)

"Leave, Lo'ak." He heard her distant, broken voice.  "Riri, rutxe (please)." He pleaded, eyes searching for her like they always would.

She suddenly landed behind him, broken arrows clattering to the ground as she pushed him with her hands, making him stumble forward.

"You, skxawng." She pushed him back another time, hurt present in her eyes. "Riri, please, let me explain–" He begged as she only scoffed, turning around only to turn back to the boy.

"You are ignorant. Ignorant like a child." She kicked the broken arrows to him as he only looked down.

"I mean– I am a child–" Satari cut him off with a hiss, making him nod. "Sorry. Sorry." He backed off as she only looked at him.

"You broke my arrows." She spoke carefully, gesturing to the broken arrows at his feet.

"Im sorry, ri–"

"Do not." Her voice broke.

Lo'ak watched her with careful eyes. He knew her — almost better than everybody else, even her sister.

He watched the twitch of her finger, he watched the way she felt bare without her bow, he watched the way she fought to make herself smaller — to curl into a ball and cry until she couldn't.

He walked towards her, careful steps in a straight line.

She never told him to stop, if anything her vulnerable eyes told him to continue.

"Lo'ak..." She trailed off, the feeling of feeling emotional made her want to scream.

She was a warrior, she wasn’t meant to cry, or to love. She was meant to fight, to put up a fight.

But as Lo'ak Sully wrapped his arms around her smaller figure, she no longer wanted to fight against his hold, she melted into his arms, her own snaking around his waist as she cried into his chest.

Growing up, the two spent their childhood fighting — they still did. These moments were rare, the moments when they could sit in silence, their arms around one another as they shared a moment of peace.

INTRO

NOTE: cross-posted on ao3 and wattpad (all under the same username)

PROLOGUE

lo'ak sully x f!omatikaya!oc

Satari Raewto was a child soldier, despite that, she was reckless and impulsive, and nearly a copy and paste version of Lo'ak Sully.

Satari, and her older sister, Priya, are the daughters of the infamous warriors, Virti and Nahele. Both Raewto girls had been through hell and back, through blood, sweat, and tears they had never given up on each other, despite their differences.

Satari and Priya had grown up with the Sully's and Spider. They had been raised by Virti and Tanhele, but had grown up with Jake and Neytiri, their father and mother figures.

Lo'ak and Satari had been best friends through thick and thin. Everyone thought that maybe one day, they'd be something more, but neither of them ever came to realize that the other had feelings for them.

They were trouble, despite the Raewto girl being a young, respected warrior, she only fueled his fire. They snuck out, they trained together, they flew together, they ran together, and they stuck together through everything.

When their forest is lit on fire by the Sky People and they're forced to flee to a cave where they could only pray that the Sky People wouldn't be able to find them, their hopes dont last long when Lo'ak, Satari, Spider, Kiri, and Tuk find themselves at the brink of death to the hands of Quaritch.

OR

in which, two best friends who don't realize they are in love with each other, are forced to adapt and abandon their home whilst they only feel like they have each other.

tropes:

best friends to lovers

he fell first, and he fell harder

childhood friends to lovers

independent girl x boy who lets her have independence

misunderstood boy x girl who understands him

two people who are trying to fix each-other

found family

girl who doesn't care about herself x boy who cares enough for the both of them

Satari te Raewto Virti'ite 14 omatikaya

Lo'ak te Sulli Tsyeyk'itan 14 omatikaya

Satari + Lo'ak

additional characters:

Priya te Raewto Virti'ite 16 omatikaya

Virti Raewto (Mother) Nahele Raewto (Father)

dynamics:

Neteyam and Satari

spider socorro x f!omatikaya!sully!reader

summary: you used to dislike spider, and after neteyams death you truly see him.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ

All Spider wanted was for you to see him like he had seen you.

He constantly searched for your attention—offering to help out in the village or in High Camp, tending to your ikran, and even offering to look after Tuk when you wanted to go out into the forest.

He wanted to understand why you disliked him so much, and a part of him did.

You were Jake and Neytiri's eldest daughter, you were the one born only months after the war, you were the one who grew up around Jake's human side, you were the one who had seen and experienced the worst of Neytiri's hatred towards the Sky People — and that hatred passed onto you, and that hatred made you see Spider in the wrong light.

It was almost like he craved your attention—like he needed it.

He searched for your eyes in a crowd, he searched for your ikran when the war party came back from raids, he searched for you in the midst of injured warriors—hoping you weren't one of them.

Something in you twisted when he was taken. Something like concern.

You denied it, you attempted to convince yourself that it was concern for you siblings—who were closer to Spider then you ever were. But when your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name, it was then that you couldn't keeo denying it.

Over the span of the months you had been in Awa'atlu, something in you lifted.

Your jaw tensed when Kiri brought him up, your grip tightened around the woven mount on your ikran tightened when you realized he was no longer there to offer to tend to your ikran even if he knew you would say no.

A part of you missed him, and the other part was scared of that fact.

At night, laying on a worn-out cot, Spider would stay up thinking about you and if you were thinking about him too.

He swallowed hard when he mounted Quaritch's ikran, wondering if you missed him asking you if he could tend to your ikran even if he knew you would say no. When he held his bow in his hands, he thought you and how you always had the weapon near you.

He knew you better than most, and you weren't close with him. That was the worst part. He had managed to notice every small detail about you from afar without feeling like he had to notice but instead as a want.

When you saw him for the first time in months, something in your unraveled—relief that he was okay and unharmed.

You froze, something unknown floating in your golden irises as you met his eyes. You stopped fighting, you let the bright orange cuffs wrap around your wrists as you were bind to the railing you had bene thrown over carelessly only moments ago.

Spider tried to talk them into letting you go, but Quaritch only smirked at the sight.

You swallowed hard. What had changed?

Years you had known him—your entire life, and suddenly seeing him after months, everything you had thought about him changed.

You saw him in a different light, you simply didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

After Neteyam's death, something in the air shifted between you and Spider.

You let him stay—his presence lingering, leaving something warm and calm. The air was tense and full of grief—one wrong breath and everything shattered.

Spider stood by like he was afraid he would ruin something that hadn't even started. He hesitated before entering the marui pod, he hesitated before making a comment he hoped would make somebody laugh.

Only days had passed after Neteyams funeral, and you had yet to speak more than a few sentences to Spider.

You wanted to blame him, but you didn't—you couldn't bring yourself to. So, you did what Neteyam would've done, you stood with Spider. Not behind him, not Infront of him, with him.

You defended his name when he wasn't around, you helped teach him the way of water, and you treated him like an equal because you finally saw him.

You noticed it before you realized it. How he vaguely mentioned how out of place he felt with the RDA, but how he tried to make the na'vi realize he truly was one of them.

Too na'vi for the humans, and too human for the na'vi.

The night you told him, something in you twisted—something good.

The faint chirp of an ilu, the light trash of waves as the tide raised, the singing of a tulkun. it all mixed with the sound of Spider's sniffles.

"Spider?" You addressed him quietly, your steps subtle on the sand as he turned to look at you, his eyes rimmed red. "Hey." He avoided your eyes, the wheeze of his exopack making your ears perk up.

"I'm good if that's what you were worried about." He cleared his throat, looking back towards the water as you walked closer towards him, hesitated before you sat down beside him, your jaw tense.

Moments of silence passed between you two before you swallowed hard. "I don't blame you." Your voice was small and vulnerable—something you hadn't been in a long time.

Spider's eyes flickered towards you in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at your words. "What if i blame myself?" He blurted, closing his eyes as he realized what he had admitted.

"I shouldn't have-"

"I get it." You paused, interrupting him. "You're not the only one." Tears stung your eyes.

Spider didn't respond immediately. He let the comfortable silence sit between you for a moment. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, but never stitched into a full smile.

"For what it's worth, i think you...fit in." A shocked laugh left his mouth at your words. "Yeah, right. Half the clan hates me just because I'm human." You shrugged.

"Welcome to the club." You mumbled, tracing the patterns on your legs mindlessly.

"Hey, Spider?"

"Hey, Y/n." You hesitated, avoiding his eyes. "I see you." You whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear if he wasn't listening.

Spider let a smile make its way onto your lips as he met your vulnerable eyes.

summary: jake sees your scars

human!jakesully x f!scientist!reader

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

tw: mention of self-harm

Jake never assumed—hell, he barely noticed.

He saw it before he noticed it. Meaning, he saw the signs but never came to the realization that they were signs and instead mistook it for small mannerisms you did.

Often times, he did ask about it.

"You good?" He'd ask with a smirk playing on his on his lips when you fumbled with the sleeves of your lab coat. The corner of your lip lifted but never stitched into a full smile.

He started noticing the small things—the things that became routine. How defensive you got when he commented about why you constantly covered your wrist, how you tugged on the sleeve of your lab coat when you heard the screech of his wheelchair wheels nearby, how you wore long sleeves even when you were alone with him in your quarters.

He never asked, he just let things happen.

The moment he noticed, something in his chest twisted.

It had been a quiet day, you were rambling on about some new discovery you made with Grace and Norm from the leaves Jake had brought back from the forest.

"Jake, you should've seen it under the microscope. It was so beautiful, and its bioluminescence-" You cut yourself off when you met his eyes.

"What?" You asked, looking down before you realized what he was looking at.

"Jake-"

"Baby, just talk to me." Your words got caught in your throat as you looked away from his eyes.

"Can we not? Please?" His eyes softened an impossible amount, the sound of your small and quiet voice echoing in his head as he used his hands to scoot towards you.

You looked away from him, tears welling in your eyes as you clenched your jaw, afraid to look him in the eye.

"Hey, hey, look at me- look at me." His hand turned your jaw towards him gently, forcing you to look at him as your chin wobbled.

You didn't say anything as the room turned quiet, the faint hiss of the air ventilation filling the silence as you sniffled, subconsciously leaning into his touch.

The pad of his thumb brushed your cheek as a single tear left your eye, a shaky breath leaving your lips as Jake removed his hand from your jaw, instead brushing away the stray tear and holding your hand in his—cradling it like it was something sacred and beautiful and not like something that held scars and stories that plagued your mind every time you looked at them.

To you, they were disgusting. Scars that marked how weak you had been.

To Jake, they were reminders of how you had gotten by, how strong you were.

"You're not mad?" Your voice cracked as Jake shook his head, his jaw tense as he realized you had been struggling silently.

"No. Nah, baby, I'm not mad." He paused, lifting your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm without breaking eye contact with you. "I'm not askin' you to tell me, alright? But- I'm not goin' anywhere unless you want me too, so.." He trailed off, a breathy laugh leaving your lips as a small smile graced his lips.

"Thank you."

"You don't gotta thank me." He mumbled. "Now, go on. Tell me more about your science mumbo-jumbo." He made a hand gesture as a playful smirked replaced the soft smile on his lips.

Your jaw slacked as a shocked laugh left your lips.

"You asshole." A smile made its way onto your lips as he chuckled. "This- this is important stuff, Jake." You sent him an expectant look as he sucked on his teeth, nodding along to his words.

"Then tell me about it." You pretended to think before you shook your head. "No, I don't think i will." You inched towards him, a playful smile on your lips as he pursed his lips.