Loving This, I'm Being Fed.

Loving this, I'm being fed.

In Love With The Enemy [Prologue]

Prologue: Playing Scientist

pairing: lo’ak x female turned na’vi reader

summary: during the time when jake became toruk makto, you were quaritch’s youngest and most valued soldier, the daughter he never had. but, pandora changed you and you died during the final battle, betraying quaritch and wishing that you had been able to do more. now, you have been reborn again, as a na’vi, tasked with quaritch’s new military avatar crew to kill Jake Sully. taking advantage of this second chance at life, you help the Sullys and fall in love along the way.

genre: fluff, angst 

highlights: grace being like a mother to you and jake being like your father figure while quaritch is in his toxic dad era 

warnings: mentions of blood, war, violence, adult language

word count: 6,265

note: thank you to everyone who has been so excited for this series! i wasn’t originally going to make this prologue, but i really wanted to establish the reader’s old life before she was revived and how close the reader was to jake and grace first before diving into the rest of the series! 

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Her and her father relationship is so funny💀

Engraved in the Sea (Neteyam x (f) reader

I have a lot of ideas to continue this in several parts but only if y’all are interested :), I’m enjoying getting back into writing

—-

The flight had been long and tiring. Neteyam felt his eyes tearing up from the cold wind as they whisked above the ocean. The sounds of waves colliding with the boulders nearby hit his ears.

But even with the loud winds zipping past his ear, he could still hear the audible sigh little Tuk let out.

“Are you alright, Tuk?” He yelled over the wind. His mother pulled the little girl closer to her chest, looking down at the youngest Sully to hear her reply.

“Are we there yet?” Tuk whined.

Lo'ak groaned and rolled his shoulders, “Not yet, Tuk. Can’t you see we are lost?”

“Hey,” Jake cut in, looking behind him to turn to his son, “We aren’t lost. I know where we are going.”

“So how much further then, daddy?” Tuk asked.

Silence etched across the group, all waiting for Jake to reply.

Neytiri sighed at her husband, “You are lost.”

“No, I’m not. Just trying to find the right reef barrier.” He assured them.

“We’re lost, Dad,” Kiri groaned, slumping over in her seat on the ikran.

“….No, we’re fine,” Jake said.

The others sighed.

—-

The day was gorgeous, tranquil, and with crystal blue waters. Nothing seemed to break the peace.

Until you gagged and spat out the bite, you took from your fruit, “Damn, that’s not ripe.”

You sighed and leaned forward on your ilu, “Do you want this gorgeous?”

The creature chirped happily and gladly took the remainder of the fruit. You smiled and readjusted yourself in your seat.

“Welp, that was our break, little one. Time to get back to work,” you sighed, adjusting your bag strapped over your shoulder.

The ilu chirped once before moving forward, taking a small runup before descending below the surface of the ocean waves. You gripped your hold firmly on your ilu, carefully eyeing the ecosystem around you as you swam by.

‘Everything seems in order.’ You thought to yourself. You were just near the edge of your protected reef, where the waves we quiet but still present. Even below in the water, you could still feel the pull of the currents.

After a while, your lungs started to feel tight, and you gently tapped your ilu on the side of the head, signaling to go up. Together, you broke through the surface. You were just on the edge of the reef, ready to take another dive before your ilu stiffened.

You frowned, “what’s wrong little one?”

The ilu lifted its head ever so slightly; you followed suit, peering your gaze at the sky. Your eyes winded when your caught sight of-

“Ikrans,” you whispered before tapping your ilu, “Those are mountain banshees. They have riders.”

You peered at the sky once more, eyeing their flight pattern. The one in the front seemed to hover ever so slightly as if second-guessing which way to go.

You eyed the reef barrier before sighing and commanding your ilu to go forward, breaking through the reef barrier.

“Looks like we will have some guests, little one.”

—

“Ma Jake, if we are lost, we should rest somewhere first,” Neytiri sighed, hugging Tuk closer.

“We’re not lost. We need to get a little closer,” Jake replied.

Neteyam sighed and looked around the waters, hoping to find somewhere noticeable for them to land.

An eerie noise hit his ears, a quiet but steading whistling. Even in the sky, he could hear it faintly. Looking down below, he could see the light blue figure waving at his family near the outer edge of what looked like the reef barrier his dad had discussed.

“Dad, look down there,” He said, pointing to the figure.

“It’s a Na'vi,” Kiri replied.

Jake flew down closer, and his family wearily followed suit.

The Na'vi down in the water sat on a water creature, a spear held in one hand. She was greener than any Na'vi Neteyam had seen before, far different from his appearance.

“You’re a long way from home,” The figure yelled up to them, jutting her head, “Na'vi of the Omatikaya clan, far from home, traveling these waters.”

Neytiri straightened up in her seat, tightening her grip on Tuk and her bow.

The Na'vi lowered her spear so it dipped in the water, “I can tell from your Ikrans, if you are to pass through these waters, you talk to the Olo'eyktan Tonwera and his Tsahìk Ronal.

"The village is close?” Jake asked.

The girl nodded sideways, “Awa'atlu is just further north, past this reef barrier.”

“Lower any weapons when you arrive,” the girl added, eyeing the bow in the Neytiri’s hand, “If you come in peace, act as such.”

With that, the creature she sat upon chirped and dived below the water. With the Na'vi still on it, they glided through the water and towards the village.

Jake looked to his family, taking a deep breath, “Let’s go, everyone. We can do this.”

Wearily, they followed their father to the village, the kids still eyeing the spot where the girl was a mere second ago.

—

You emerged from the water upon the shores of your home.

The rest of your clan circled near the edge of the decks. You could see your family through the gaps of the circle. Starting with your mother and father, the former of which was hissing at the new arrivals, with their mother responding as such. Even from here, you could see the tense aura and sighed.

“Go play with the others, little one,” You whispered to her ilu. Grasping your bag over your shoulder and leaving your spear near the beach, you walked up the shoreline towards your clan and the newcomers.

People caught your eye and moved out of the way as you walked through the crowd, they nodded to you in respect, and you replied before reaching the front, catching the last of your mother talking.

“What reason should we have to welcome such Na'vi into our home?”

“With all due respect, your scout led us here,” Jake replied, hugging Tuk closer to his embrace.

Tonwera frowned, “Scout?”

You sighed and stepped forward, gently placing your hands on your sibling’s shoulders, Tsireya and Ao'nung, eyeing the forest Na'vi children, one with distrust and Tsierya with curiosity. The two stepped out of the way and let you pass, allowing yourself to stand tall.

“It was me, father. I was collecting medicine from the reefs,” You spoke, keeping your tall and firm stance even when all eyes turned to you.

Tonwera nodded his head to me, “My oldest, Y/n.”

“You led them here, daughter?” Ronal asks.

You nod before stepping towards their guests. You look to your father, who gives you a subtle nod.

Nodding back, you eyed each of the members of the Omaticaya clan, taking in their darker blue and patterns etched into their skin, lack of tattoos, and lean muscles. Their figures wouldn’t make them strong swimmers, nor would their tails. Their hair would be heavy in the water.

You stopped in front of one particular figure. He was the tallest out of the siblings and the eldest. His gaze bore into yours, but it seemed more like a stare. You smirked and glanced at the rest of them. They were doing the same but trying to be more subtle about it—one thing you tend to forget about yourself on occasion is your appearance. While dressed the same as the others in your clan, in seashells and tattoos, hair neatly braided, there was a distinct feature permanently marking your face, which the kids seemed unable to look away from.

From the tip of your browbone to the side of your jaw was a deep pink scar that grazed across your face, specifically your right eye, making it look pale compared to your other eye, which was startling blue.

The scar was noticeable, and Neteyam couldn’t help but stare. The oldest daughter brought her hand up to her face and gestured out a greeting. Neteyam blinked out of his frozen state and hastily gestured back. Your pale eye and blue one bore into him before turning back to the rest of his family.

Your gaze stopped upon Tuk, the youngest and the most frighted, which you could tell by the way she tucked into her father’s shoulder.

You eyed Jake, “Jake Sully, we know who you are and what dangers follow you, especially regarding the sky people.”

'I’m just trying to protect my family. And get away from all of that,“ He replied, which caused your eyes to flicker to Tuk and Neytiri’s anxious eyes again.

You turned back to your parents, looking directly at your mother, "They may not be the strongest in our waters, and it’s a risky move on our part, but if our family was in their position, would you pray for our safety in another’s sanctuary too?”

Ronal sighed and looked at her husband, our Chief.

Quietly, You walked back to your siblings, and your father began speaking again. You whispered to Ao'nung, 'stop glaring. It’s ugly when you do.“

"Says you scarface,” he replied.

“Always creative with your insults, brother,” You said and turned back to face their guests.

It was decided they were to stay. The family card stuck with the Chief and his wife, being parents themselves.

Jake dropped his shoulders in relief and thanked them. Then began the discussions of teaching them the ways of the metkayina, to which you and Roxto chuckled when Chief said they would be like babies.

“My children will teach yours the way of our people.”

You eyed Tsierya as she smiled before following her gaze to the younger brother of the Sullys.

She sighed, “Someone caught your eye, aye.”

Your younger sister blushed, and you nudged her shoulder.

“Children,” Tonowei spoke up, looking at his family. We all straightened up, “They are your responsibility when teaching. Look after them.”

Father then walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, “But don’t let it get in the way of your responsibilities. You can’t afford to fall behind now.”

“Of course.”

You eyed the Sullys behind your father’s shoulder. They looked at each other with reassurance and sought comfort in being near their parents. You looked to Neteyam again, taking in his firm and protective stance over his siblings.

I guess I’m not the only one with such a protective role. This would be interesting indeed.’ She thought to herself.

“Don’t worry, father, and I’m sure this will be well worth it.”

“Let’s hope so.”

You licked your salty lips, bringing back to bitter taste from earlier.

“Also, the fruit picked this morning is not ripe.”

Your father groaned, “Damn, I was looking forward to those.”

This writing brings me back to my Peter Parker era

spiderling ; peter parker.

pairing ; peter parker x stark!reader

synopsis ; peter was supposed to find you after strange wiped everyone's memory of him away. instead, you found him.

words ; 2.0k

themes ; angst, mild fluff and comedy

warnings / includes ; lots of feels crammed into this, peter is a flustered mess, reader is an insanely smart kid of tony’s, mentions of may and the rest of the spidey gang :(

main masterlist.

Ever since Peter had asked Strange to wipe the entire world’s memory of him, things had been… uneventful to say the least. He studied, he worked two boring jobs for a low minimum wage, and he visited May’s grave every afternoon. 

There wasn’t much else to do when nobody knew him as Peter Parker. 

Sometimes, he’d go out in his itchy, make-shift spider suit that he’d fashioned with bright fabrics from a corner store that also sold his most favorite orange-flavored popsicles, stopping common crime as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Other than that… he slept. He played Crossy Road on his phone—or he’d rewatch the Star Wars movies for the billionth time. 

He thought of his best friends, Ned and MJ. He thought of his brothers, Peter 2 and 3. He thought of his Aunt May, and Happy, who visited her grave almost as frequently as he did. He thought of the closest thing he had to a father figure, Tony Stark. He thought of Mr. Stark’s oldest kid—which he used to refer to as his significant other. 

The love of his life. 

Y/N Stark.

Peter missed you. He missed you more than anything in the entire world. He missed your wide smile and the specific way you’d throw your head back and laugh so hard you’d be grabbing onto his arm, gasping for breath. He missed how you’d press your chest into his back and kiss along his neck while he did his physics homework, quietly mumbling corrections to his calculations when he’d distractedly scribbled down the wrong formula. He missed how Mr. Stark would pull him to the side to give him the ‘Responsible Dad Talk’ just about every time the two of you hung out together, and how you’d have to tell your dad that you could make your own decisions and you didn’t need him to hover over the two of you.

Besides, you used to say with a soft smile, it’s Peter. You know Peter. He’s… he’s Peter. He’d never hurt me, pops.

But he did hurt you. He erased all the memories you had together—he completely wiped himself out of your life.

You loved him—and he had taken that away from you. 

“I love you,” you had whispered into him as you hugged him tight, a tear slipping down the corner of your misty eyes. Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and held you all the closer. “Come back to me, Peter. Or… or I swear to fucking God—I’ll find you myself and—” 

Your words died on your tongue as he surged forward and kissed you, hard and desperate. The kiss tasted of salt from your tears, of coppery blood from his throbbing, split lip. Neither of you cared.

You hiccupped a sob when he reluctantly pulled away, pressing one last kiss to your grimy forehead, before letting you go entirely. He turned before he could see you crumpling into MJ and Ned, who had roped you into a pained embrace, your shoulders trembling with wracking cries. 

That was five months ago. Five months after Strange wiped everybody’s memories of him.

He’d wanted to find you again—he really did. Obviously, you were an extremely busy person, not only being the oldest kid of Tony Stark, but also a genius student, a researcher, the heir of an entire company, and an older sibling to Morgan. But, if he was completely honest, he didn’t really know what to say.

Hey, I’m Peter Parker and I’m in love with you, but I never got the chance to tell you because this wizard that’s sort of a friend of your dad’s erased everyone’s memory of me because the multiverse broke and a bunch of bad guys from other universes slipped into ours because I ruined my friend’s chances of getting into their dream college—

Yeah. That wouldn’t really work out, would it?

So he put it off. 

Put it off for a week, which rolled into two, which became three, which became three months.

All of a sudden, it was summer, and he still hadn’t seen you. 

He made sure to go to the coffee shop MJ worked at, just to see how she and Ned were faring. From what he heard while he eavesdropped—they were doing great at MIT. 

Peter tried his best to keep up with you through those news articles that kept flashing him ads like You Wouldn’t Believe What This Celebrity Looks Like Without Makeup! or Learn All About Steve Rogers’ Exercise Routine! 

There wasn’t much that he could find about you, other than a couple pictures of you with your little sister, Morgan, chowing down on cheeseburgers at McDonald’s. After all, you’d always been a rather private person, which was the one jarring difference between you and your infamously public father. 

Your social medias were, expectedly, all privated. Peter doubted you’d accept his follow request, anyway.

It was an ordinary Tuesday—Peter had a shift at a car garage in a couple hours, which left him quite a bit of time to burn. He had ACDC softly playing in the background—a band that both you and your dad had been completely infatuated with—half a dozen books spread out around him as he multi-tasked studying new chemical compounds for his web fluid, and rotational mechanics for an upcoming exam. 

Then, much to his surprise, the doorbell rang. 

It’s probably the landlord, Peter thought with a grimace, thinking of the old woman who always had a cigarette between her coarse fingers, despite her own strict policy of no smoking in the building. He turned the music down to a low thrum, before swinging the door open.

And… there you were.

Peter could feel his heart drop to the floor.

You were… God, you were beautiful. There wasn’t much about you that changed—you got a new pair of glasses, he could see, and you’d cut your hair shorter. There was a tattoo peeking slightly out of your loose-hanging t-shirt etched over your skin, depicting a sketch of an arc reactor, in memory of your late father. 

Besides that, you were the very same. The same bright, intelligent eyes, the same lips that puckered ever so slightly to the side in thought, and the same brows that knitted together whenever you were concentrating. 

Your hands were shoved into your jeans as you cocked your head, studying him with narrowed eyes.

“Erm,” Peter started, mouth opening and closing as his brain struggled to comprehend that you were here. In the flesh. Fuck, you were gorgeous. “Wh… Y/N?”

Your eyebrow arched high up, closer to your hairline. “First name basis already, huh?”

“I’m—”

“You’re the Spiderling, aren’t you?” you asked abruptly, nearly giving him whiplash. Before he could say anything else, you were swiping your phone open, a hologram of a Youtube video playing right in front of his face. The video displayed Spider-Man swinging from building to building, stopping a car from ramming into an elderly woman crossing the street with nothing but brute strength. Peter didn’t even remember that happening. To him, that was just an ordinary day. “That must’ve been, what—like, thirty-five hundred pounds, about fifty miles an hour? Impressive.”

“Wh—”

You brushed past him into his tiny apartment. Peter cursed himself for not throwing away the pizza boxes stacked on his kitchen counter, and for leaving his sketches of web shooters out on his desk. 

A small smile graced your lips as you spotted the blue and red scrap fabrics discarded into the trash can. “Hm. You make your own suit? My dad did, too. God—are those goggles?” You picked up his vision goggles from his unmade bed, peering through them as you snorted in amusement. “How on earth do you see anything though these?”

“I—”

You turned to him with an intrigued grin. “I’m sure you already know who I am, seeing as you knew my dad. It’s nice to finally meet you, Spiderling.”

Peter blinked. The overwhelming sense of deja vu washed over him like a tidal wave—you were behaving eerily similar to when Mr. Stark had approached him to go to Germany back in 2016.

“I… how…”

“What’s your name?” you asked, gingerly stepping over his textbooks to stare at his pinboard, where his calendar hung. 

“Peter,” he finally mumbled in reply, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “And it’s Spider-Man, not Spiderling. What are you doing here? I mean, not that I don’t want you here, but, uhm—how did you find me?”

You looked over your shoulder with a knowing glint to your eyes. “I keep tabs on everybody my dad used to work with. Honestly, it wasn't too difficult to track you down—given the radius of where Spider-Man usually frequents and his response times to local crimes, it was easy to pinpoint where you lived. After my AI ran a couple voice recognition tests and estimated bodily proportions, that led me right to you.” You leaned against his rickety wooden desk with a curious grin. “Thought you’d be a bit older, though. Looks like you’re around my age.”

“I… that’s… wow.”

Wrinkling your nose in amusement, you turned back to his full calendar. 

Peter prayed you wouldn’t flip over to your birthday month—he’d circled your birthday with bright red sharpie and drew loopy hearts all over the little square. Thankfully, you stopped skimming through, pausing at the relatively empty weeks where he had nothing planned other than a few work shifts.

“Looks like you’re free from school in a couple weeks,” you said. “I know this is really sudden and very abrupt of me, but—I’d love to offer you a job at Stark Labs. You must be crazy smart to design synthetic webs with a Young’s modulus that’s off the charts. Could really use that brain of yours at my company. Plus, you’ve got a lot of work experience in the bag.” 

There was a beat of silence. Peter stared at you with parted lips. 

A bit more timidly, you added on, “And… it’d be nice to work with someone that knew my dad.”

Well, Peter didn’t want to brag, but he’d definitely say that he didn’t only just know Tony Stark. But you didn’t need to know that right at this moment. 

“Yes,” he blurted out, a bit louder than necessary. “Are you kidding me? That’s… that’s amazing! Yeah, oh my God, I’d love to! Thank you!”

Before he could stop himself, his body moved out of pure muscle memory and excitement, stepping forward to wind his arms around you, squeezing you tightly. Your familiar perfume made his eyes well with tears—fuck, he missed you so fucking much.

“Oh—” you began to say, muscles tensing. “Okay, then. You’re welcome, pal.”

Rouge flushed hotly over his cheeks as he realized that you weren’t his significant other anymore—in your mind, this was the first time the two of you were meeting. Quickly, he let you go, backing away with a grimace. 

“Sorry,” he winced. “Sorry, I just—”

“Have we met before?” you asked, cutting him off. “I don’t know… it just feels like… nevermind. I’d probably remember a cute face like yours.” 

Peter’s face burned an even brighter shade of red. 

“Here’s my contact information. I’ll send you any contracts, NDAs, legality issues, dates for any research projects you might be interested in joining, payment negotiations, all that jazz,” you told him, placing a card onto his desk. “I look forward to working with you, Patrick.”

“Peter,” he corrected.

A smile played with the corner of your lips. “Right. Peter. Nice music taste, by the way. I love ACDC—I can see why my dad liked you so much.” 

With that, you ambled over his scattered belongings on the floor, flashing him one last beam, before striding straight out the door. 

Peter stared at the open doorway for a minute—or was it an hour? He really couldn’t tell. 

He collapsed into his bed, the goggles you’d dangled digging into his back. He arched up just enough to pull it away, clutching it to his chest with a goofy smile.

You found him. 

Against all odds, you’d found him.

Fuck, Peter loved you so much.

Telling you though—now that was a different story entirely. One that Peter knew was going to take time. 

But for you… 

He’d wait centuries.

I love this

Nosebleed Section // Jake Seresin

Two Part Mini Series Masterlist

Chapter One // ‘Like Brother like Brawler’ Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin & Y/n ‘Brawler’ Abbott have only one thing in common. They suck at communicating their feelings. So when a bar fight breaks out? Things start to bubble to the surface. (3k)

Chapter Two // ‘Conflict Diamond’ Jake struggles with putting his love for you into words which ultimately ends up pushing you further and further away. When everything comes to a boiling point? Is he able to say the three words you’re so desperately seeking. (4.4K)

Concepts

In hindsight // Jake settled you before you can start another bar fight.

Rhett Protective? Is Rhett a protective brother

So What: karaoke at the hard deck.

Punk Tactics: The first time Jake sees you start a fight.

Backyard Brawler: Jake gets his shit rocked.

Win some, lose some: You don’t always win the fights you pick.

★ 𝗕𝗟𝗟𝗞 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 !

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[ 3:00 AM ] ; 1.3k - sickening fluff, established relationship

you're studying for a chemistry test in the dead of night. nagi keeps you company.

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twenty sundays ; 10.6k - fluff , slow burn , bad humor

twenty sundays ago, itoshi rin walked into your grandmother's laundromat where you spend your weekends working. twenty sundays ago, he was nothing more than a stranger. but with every passing week, rin begins to spend more time in the shop. you get to know him more, until he's barely a stranger to you, falling for him somewhere along the way.