Oh, Oh! I Have An Avatar Idea/request. I Haven't Seen The New Movie Yet But I Always Loved The Idea Of

Oh, oh! I have an avatar idea/request. I haven't seen the new movie yet but I always loved the idea of maybe a teen reader getting dragged to Pandora with their semi-negligent parents. Like they love their parents but they never have anytime for the reader. Reader gets signed up for the avatar program as a way to keep them entertained and out of the way of their busy scientist/military parents. They don't usually get to leave the base but sometimes they get to go on little excursions not far from it to do test runs and see what their avatar body is capable of and how their age effects things. However, on one of these trips something bad happens and the reader gets separated from the scientists and their escorts and now finds themself lost and scared in the jungle (and possibly unable to return to their human body).

PLATONIC JAKE SULLY (+ a lil sully family) X READER

(A/N I don’t know why I ended up feeling weird this, I think it’s because it reminds me of wattpad days. Kinda long, enjoy)

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Mayday mayday- theres a fire in the engine- the chopper is coming down.

You were always told by your parents to keep quiet, to stay on the sideline as to not hoard any attention that could reflect badly upon them, stay silent, stay obedient. Thats always how it was with them. You knew they loved you, even if they had a hard time showing it, even if it meant they talked to you about ten minutes in a day.

At least you were guaranteed a safe home, food, clothes, and a comfortable life. That is, until you were volunteered (voluntold) by your parents in the avatar program, it was supposedly a test to try the DNA pairing on a younger subject. And your parents had said it would be good for you to see where they work, but you knew that it was just because you were too “needy” in their eyes.

Of course, when you were told that you would be accompanying them on their work trips, you were elated, theyd never invited you before! Then you learned it was on another planet. After a few fights, as always, you ended up agreeing. After all, they said it was safe.

So two months later, a billion tests later, and a new blue humanoid created with your DNA, you had settled into pandora. It was strange to be honest, you were possibly one of the only people on the planet under the age of 21, and not educated as if you were a harvard professor.

Everything was out of bounds, you couldnt ever go to your parents lab, couldnt go outside, couldnt even meet your new blue body. Most of the time you sadly sat, turning into a human statue in your small room with your books. Of course you didnt complain, you never would,

you never did.

Then, you got to integrate yourself into your new body. And your brain, along with your DNA, was finally conjoined. You were wary at first, it was so surreal, after all you were changing bodies. But once you actually did it, you were so glad your parents signed you up.

All of a sudden you were strong, not just strong, but coursing with energy, you felt as if you could fly, or crack boulders in half, it was so surreal. The same feeling you might get as if you were underwater your entire life, and finally got your first breath of fresh air.

You never wanted to leave, never wanted to go back into your cubicle of a bedroom where you could barely breath without feeling inferior. Your legs moved before your mind did, and before you could comprehend, you were standing in the middle of the strange fruit fields with the nurses chasing you down. Your parents would be pussed if they saw you. But at this point? You didnt even care.

You didnt even care

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As the months passed by your place at the laboratory had been established, you were correct in assuming that you were the youngest here, and that made the research you were contributing to far more interesting. You learned so much about these people, this species.

Primarily, the function of your avatar was completely optimal, you could walk, talk, breathe, and act like all of the others could. There was just one little thing.

Your life was better than it ever was, you didnt even need your parents to love you, you had so many people who already did. 90% of the time you spent beong tested on while doing daily activities. Youd only left the base to go into pandora twice, and that was just to see the land, see the place youd be living for a long time. While it could sometimes be boring, it was far better than your life back home.

After some time, your parents requested that you be taken to a farther laboratories in the mountains, which hurt a lot, but you couldnt say no. they had to transfer yur human, and your navi body. It was so strange to see yourself. Your human self, in other eyes.

So, here you are now. Clutching tight onto the seat of the large helicopter, your human body was encased in an airtight bed, an oxygen mask pressed tightly to your face. Your eyes were practically glued onto your human body, and you were barely able to peel them away, you looked so different when seeing yourself from different eyes, so weak.

It made you sad to know how everybody else saw you. You just stared, at least you got to be away from the two scientists you wished you could call your parents.

In your trance, you hadnt noticed the pilots in the front yelling at eachother, or the scientists rushing around the aircraft seemingly in a panic. It wasnt until the leather seat underneath you began shaking aggressively that you looked up.

There was smoke, but no visible fire, and the aircraft seemed to be dragging, instead of darting swiftly through the air like youd seen all the other planes do, almost like it was too heavy. It slugged, and slowly drifted down.

Panic slowly overtook your senses, you werent sure what was happeningm but by the looks of it, it was very bad. Understanding that you knew absolutely nothing about emergency procedures, You tried to stay put as well as you could, knowing anything you tried to do would just make things worse. But then, a large pop bellowed through the sky, and instead of dragging slowly, the helicopter began to plummit. Then you had to start moving.

Gravity threw you into the other end of the helicopter, and you frantically had to grip at the edge of the opening in attempts to not fly out. THings flew out of the sides, including a few screaming scientists… and the white bed with your human body in it. You watched it fly though the air towards the forest floor with wide eyes, slowly letting your grip slip. In your distraction, you didnt pay any attentuon to the other large objects flying out of the plane.

A large box containing some kind of lab supplies crashed against you, smashing you in the face, and knocking the breath right out of your lungs. And like the rest of the helicopter, you too began falling so abruptly that you couldnt even do anything more than scream. Clutching your head with your hands, you curled up, and just fell.

When you hit the ground, it was pain. And then nothing but black.

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The flutter of your eyes, the feeling of your fingers against hard dirt, the smell of smoke and burnt flesh wafting in the air. You werent quite conscious, but you werent nececarilly unconscious either. Just there.

When you were finally able to peel your eyes open, there was so much green. Glowing mushrooms strungs across trees, large leaves dripping water, little bugs littered throughout the dirt, white veins growing across your hands and feet. Little glowing bugs that looked like dandelion fuzzthat bounced around across you.

That peace only kept for so long though, and as you realized the depth of your situation, that your helicopter crashed in the middle of a pandora forest, your human body had to be dead so it's amazing that youre even alive right now, and you have no contact to anybody who could save you.

And so, you cried. Unsure of what else to do.

Soft sobs slowly transitioned into rough, ugly crying. Maybe it was the panic, or maybe it was just pent up anxiety being given the oppurtunity, maybe even both. But you cried, without any reguard for what could be watching.

Naturally, as you were face down in the dirt, crying to your hearts content like a baby, you payed no care, nor attent to the sound of hooves traveling your way, or the sight of the native people stampeding towards the disturbance, the noise. They came came to a halt upon seeing you though, covered in seeds from ey-wa. The deity clearly did not want them to harm you, after all, you were just a young girl. Even if you were a human. \

“Call jake.” a womanly voice announced amongst the group in a foreign language, she was loud enough to alert you of their presence. Your head perked up, and in doing so made the pain in your back shiver through in small bursts, a wince left your lips.

You stared at the group in fear with wide eyes, trying to push yourself farther an farther away, which did nothing but unsettle the little white bugs all over you. They floated away towards them, and they stared back with even wider eyes. They werent really sure what to do, usually they would kill any trespassers, but you were protected, so should they grab you and take you back? Or do they leave you alone? They would have to let jake decide.

They stared at you, trying to get close, you stared at them, they muttered in their language, sounding far more than confused. You slowly scooted back, wincing the entire time out of pain. Any attempts to stand up were halted, as the white roots around your feet made the ground slippery, and just made you clumsily fall back down. It was humiliating, like watching a fish flop around out of water.You stayed quiet, you always did.

They all went silent within a few moments though, and the sound of more hooves echoed through the forest around. You didnt know what was happening, but clearly it was important, and you got the impression that it was not good for you. So you clutched the tree next to you, and stretched as far as you could to see what was happening.

And it struck fear in you. One of the largest Na-vi people youve ever seen, at least 10 or 11 feet, with braids that had long strands of silver interlocked, and the piercing green eyes of a hunter. He stared at you, and you stared right back. When he opened his mouth you expected more of that fooreign language, but instead, it was english.

“Why are you here? What happened?” he questioned, dismounting the horse like creature, and pulling out his braid from the connection. He was wearing some kind of beaded shirt, unlike the others,

The Navi around seemed to await every word he spoke. You perked up at the sound of english, happy to find the familiarity, however, youre pretty sure half of the bones in this body were broken, and it just caused you pain. YOure body let out a whimper before you could stop it.

At the noises that left you, the male quirked an eyebrow, and instead of the angry, almost terrifying look that was spread on his face, was a face of concern. You were so young, so small, he very well couldnt hurt you, and you had to be important, eywa wanted you safe, even if the goddess of the land didnt, he felt the need to protect you.

He had many children, and his youngest was soon growing old, and would eventually leave him. You were just so small, and you looked so young, you reminded him of kiri, abandoned, alone. He couldnt leave you.

He began growing closer, catching your gaze and holding it, he put his hands up and put his weapon down. Just trying not to scare you. When he opened his mouth you were expecting that language you couldnt understand, but to your pleasure, it was english.

“How bad are you hurt kid? I saw the smoke, eywa can heal you. I just need you to come with me” he reached his hand towards you, motioning for you to latch on. When you made no motion top grab it, he held your unrelenting gaze, and scooped his arm under your torso, shushing you when you cried out in pain. He held you tightly, tucking you in the knook of his arm. For a moment he seemed distracted, his eyes drawn to the floating white puffs above. What were those anyway?

You held your breath as he remounted the horse, and spoke a few words in that awful language you couldnt understand, with a squeal from the thing you were on top of, it began moving, along with the navi around you. The man gripped you tightly and pressed you close to his chest, one hand on the horse, one around your waist. You winced again, trying to hold back tears, everything hurt.

“It's okay, youll be alright, we can heal you, got it?”, you stayed quiet.

And in nothing but a few moments, It was calm again. Youd never actually met any of the natives, but you had thought it would be far more scary than this, your parents said they would snap and try to kill you. They didnt, in fact, and this man, this navi seemed so human. So kind. You felt so comfortable, he made you feel so comfortable.

The sound of the hooves against the dirt, this mans light breathing against your ear, the warmth soaking from him to you, his hand pressing you close, the way he looked down at you, amking sure you were comfortable. How he seemed to hover, to protect. Like a father should. At least thats what you thought.

You stared at him, and his eyes locked with yours, a small smile flashing at you. It just made him squeeze you tighter, god, it was just so endearing, so adorable how you stared. You looked so much like neytiri.

It only took a few minutes of him holding you for you to fall unconscious, probably because of the excessive blood leaving your system, or the physical attatchment you were already beginning to feel, or the lack of sleep. Either way, you ended up dozing off, and curling closer to him.

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Once again, you had to peel your eyes open, but this time it wasnt as unpleasant. Instead of a muddy, veiny floor, covered in bugs, in agony. Instead, you were wrapped in some kind of cocoon, on top of a warm blanket or some kind of plant.

There was a woman sitting next to the pod you were in, smashing down some string smelling plant in a bowl. Her eyes were so green, and she was so beautiful. When she noticed you were awake, she put the bowl down, and hovered closer.

“That is my son, nateyam” the woman pointed to you, or more to the thing under you, in which you had previously mistaken for a plant, but instead, which you probably shouldve realized sooner. Was a navi. He looked to be a few years older than you, at least 17 or 18.

You shifted and sat up, trying to exit the cocoon, but to your embarrassment, your foot got caught in the edge, and you flew over, the boy you had been lying on top of grabbed you and hoisted you back up. You shook his hands off and stood up. Now realizing that there were other navi around too, they also looked young, maybe a family?

The man from earlier, who you assumed was their leader of some sort, appeared around behind the woman, and wrapped his arms around her waist with a smile, holding your gaze. You panicked, understanding now that you were with a bunch of strangers, and your parents, if they even cared, probably thought you were dead.

“I- i have to get back- they wont know that im okay-” you croaked out, your voice was hushed, and rough, like youd been screaming for hours on end, you shook nateyams hands off of you, and stood up straight, meeting the woman in the eye, she looked worried.

“Who is they? Do you have family where you live?” the woman answered, clearly she was his wife, or his mate, as they would call it. She had a thick accent, and a strong voice, commanding. So that man, jake, he couldnt be a native, he talked l

“Uh- yeah- i guess. I lived where the labs were. Uh- the humans? They have a building somewhere- i don't know-” you rushed out, not knowing how long youd been gone, they mightve already pronounced you dead. Meaning they wouldnt look for you. The boy behind you hushed you, tryign to calm your panic, and placed a hand on your shoulder. Only for you to shrug it off.

The navi around locked eyes, contemplating their next words. of course they knew where the humans stayed, jake lived there for half a year, they hated them, when they werent burning down their forests, they were killing their animals, their people. They would kill you. You couldnt go back. Even if it meant lying to you.

“There havent been humans on this planet for a long time”

What

What were you supposed to do now?

Where were you supposed to go?

You were stuck.

Oh god.

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Can somebody please comment with an honest opinion- I’m gonna take this down if y’all think it’s bad.

I think I’m being coo coo for cocobonks insecure right now but I need to know.

Thanks for requesting, and for reading! Have a wonderful day!

You have no idea how much i want to live in pandora and just have a simple life omg

~ The Sully Twins ~

> Sully family x gn!reader - Neteyam x twin!reader

> WARNING: [(spoilers for avatar 2)] [(angst)] [(2.7k words)]

> SUMMARY: Jake can't help but to think of himself and his brother Tommy whenever he sees you and Neteyam.

[(A/N: Also idk if twins are a rare thing amongst Na'vi but roll with it for the sake of this hehe. I've seen people mention it in other fics and I wrote it without even realize it lol. So anyways enjoooy)]

The day Neteyam and you were born, Jake thought about his brother for the first time in months.

The moon was high in the midnight sky of Pandora, the sounds from nature were disrupted by Neytiri’s moans and groans as she pushed for her baby to come out for once, and after many hours, Neteyam was welcomed to the world by Mo’at, Jake and of course a tired but happy Neytiri. Now in his father’s arms, Neteyam wailed, and his little round face scrunched as Jake rocked him softly, smiling at him and his own tears threatening to spill. A few moments had passed and he was about to hand him over to Neytiri when she suddenly let out a moan of pain. Worried for her daughter’s health, Mo’at wasted no time in checking her body and asking her to describe what she was feeling. Through her pain, Neytiri could barely form a sentence, but she managed to say:

“Again. It’s happening again” 

Mo’at looked puzzled, and Neytiri was growing desperate. 

That is until Jake suddenly spoke up. His mind blank, only one word in his mind.

“Twins” 

“What do you mean Jakesully?” 

“Twins. There’s- there’s another baby on the way” 

After a few minutes, you were born.

Although at first the idea of two babies born at once was quite rare for the two Na’vi women, they were both delighted at the thought of not one but two new babies in the clan and in their family. Not long after, Mo’at left the new parents to be with their children.

Neytiri was glowing with happiness and her smile couldn’t have been wider as she held both of her babies against her chest. Jake couldn’t help but stare at the three of them with nothing but love in his eyes.

But it was at that moment that his heart skipped a beat. Because It was at that moment that his mind flashed him with an image of himself and Tommy. 

He paused for a moment, staring at his two first-borns, but his mind was elsewhere. How much time had passed? How long had it been since the last time his brother had come to mind? Had he...no. He couldn't have forgotten his own brother. Still, it felt like the last time he saw him was a lifetime ago. And in a way, it was.

He was brought back to reality when Neytiri called for him to sit down next to her. Jake sat close to Neytiri, resting his head on her shoulder as he held Neteyam and she held you. They sat in a harmonious silence when Jake spoke up, softly as not to disturb the peace.

“I…” he swallowed, trying to ignore the knot forming in his throat “I had a twin brother”

And so, he told Neytiri about Tommy for the very first time. He went down memory lane and told her all kinds of childhood memories. When Jake realizes he is getting kind of sad he asks Neytiri about her sister, her ears perk up at the mention of Sylwanin. Her eyes soften, and they cuddle closer together, each holding one of their newborns close to their chest and as they slept, their parents continued talking about their past. Jake gained some courage and told her more about growing up with a twin, with someone who despite looking exactly like you somehow is your complete opposite, which amazed her to no end. She could only imagine what Jake was like as a young boy.

 "I wish for our children to be as close as you were with your twin, Ma Jake" Jake hummed in amusement and kissed the top of Neytiri's head. "So do I..."

***

From a very young age your differences with Neteyam were already quite noticeable, like the fact that you had your father’s human-like hands and eyebrows while he was more similar to your mother. But that never bothered either of you. When the both of you were younger you did everything together if you could, and although with time that costume drifted away, you still made a perfect team when you hunted together. 

Your brother also used every opportunity he had to remind you that he was older,

"by a few minutes", "but still older."

It was almost comical, how much Neteyam and you contrasted each other. He was the responsible one, the one who was calm and collected. You? You were more impulsive, you did as your heart told you, which most of the time got you in trouble. But your brother was always there to back you up just like you were always there to do the same for him. Then when Lo’ak came into the picture your father often said that your freelance attitude rubbed onto your younger brother, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit proud of that fact. No matter how old you were, you two were partners in crime. Of course, as you grew up you couldn’t give yourself the luxury of being as reckless, but the fire you had in you never died down. Now it was Lo’ak who had a “bad influence” on you, begging you to join him in his mischiefs knowing that you couldn’t say no to him. Your excuse for joining him was always that “Someone had to look after him”.

It was that attitude that often got you in trouble with your parents, especially with your father. Neytiri’s naturally calm and comprehensive attitude towards her children was one thing, she could be very stern if she wanted to and her calm nature didn’t make you respect her any less. But your father was different when it came to scolding you, for whatever reason, he treated you slightly differently than your siblings when you got in trouble. Perhaps it was because you talked back at him to defend you or your younger siblings, but you couldn’t help it, not when you knew you were right. Still, it was a mystery to you why the both of you bumped heads so often now that you were older.

But it wasn’t a mystery to your mother. She was more often than not the mediator between you and your father, she knew the both of you like no one else, and she had heard the both of you complain about the other an uncountable amount of times.

“He/They are so stubborn”

 “Why can’t he/they just listen to me?”

 “Am I doing something wrong?”

The truth was, you were too much like Jake and it showed. And he knew. It showed in your free spirit, in your need to explore the world and do as you please without thinking of the consequences, without thinking of your own safety. That’s how he became Toruk Makto after all. When Jake scolded you, he was more severe with you because he saw his recklessness in you and he was simply scared for you. The last thing he wanted was for you to follow in his younger self’s footsteps. No matter, you were old enough to understand that he meant well, and it was his job as a father and as Olo’eyktan to keep you out of harm's way.

Jake thanked Eywa that you had a brother who was always there to look after you. Much like he had Tommy, except he made the mistake of not listening to him most of the time and he isolated himself from his brother for whatever dumb reason.

***

When your parents decided for you and your family to leave the clan you were heartbroken, it wasn’t easy to leave your entire life behind, much less adapt to a whole new lifestyle that was quite different from the one you knew. At first it was hard for you, but with time you learned the ways of the Metkayina clan. The kids your age that taught you everything were great teachers, despite how much they teased you and your brothers for looking “alien”, they ended up being friendly towards you even if it took a couple of fights for that to happen first.

It frustrated you at first when you struggled to keep up with the others while learning, that frustration came out as anger and you being in a bad mood which Neteyam picked up on instantly. It was late at night, everyone was too busy eating dinner, in other words it was the perfect time to be on your own. These past days you felt like you understood Kiri when she said she enjoyed being left alone so often. It felt good to be left alone with your thoughts, but perhaps it wasn’t the best idea when your thoughts were mainly negative ones. 

You were all alone in the beach when you felt someone playfully kick you on the butt.

“You are supposed to be eating, skawng” said Neteyam.

“So are you, skawng” you replied mockingly. He sat down next to you and hugged you sideways.

“Now now, tell your older brother whats wrong” he teased and you tried to shove him away but he kept on patting your head and holding you in his strong grip.

“Just- UGH let go Neteyam!”

“Not until you tell me whats wrong”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to be left alone”

Oh but he knew what to say to make you open up.

“Fine” he started to stand up “I’ll just tell mom and dad that you are sad and all by yourself for no reason at all-”

“NO!” The last thing you needed was an emotional intervention with your parents over something that probably sounded dumb to anyone but you. “I’ll tell you”

“I’m listening” he sat back down.

“It’s just that. This whole thing; the water, the ilus, holding our breath, learning sign language. It’s hard. I’m struggling to keep up with everyone and it frustrates me” you just stared at the horizon, where the sky met the ocean.

Neteyam stayed silent for a few seconds and hummed.

“Hmm, sucks to be you I guess”

You snorted and punched him on the arm. 

“Ass”

“Seriously tho. You shouldn’t be ashamed for not knowing something you are fairly new to”

“Yeah but all of you already got the hang of it. Even Tuk is a natural!”

“And that’s fine! You don’t have to be the best at everything. I know you are great in many other things, so what if riding an ilu isn’t your thing? You are a better pa’li rider than I’ll ever be, and that’s alright too” Neteyam’s voice held truth in it, and his eyes didn’t lie either.

You looked at him with glossy eyes, hearing him talk about you like that swelled your heart with love. You dropped your head onto his shoulder and he hugged you softly.

“I hate that you always know what to say” you huffed. He laughed at your comment.

“Well it’s what older brothers are for-”

“Oh, shut up already”

***

There was no secret that your brother grounded you. He kept you sane when you felt lost, calmed you when you were about to explode, lifted you back up when you fell down.

What were you supposed to do now? You were losing him right in front of your own eyes and you couldn’t do anything. Your brother needed you more than never and you couldn’t do anything to help him.

“Neteyam! Stay with me my brother” you begged him, holding onto his shoulder as your father tried pressing on his wound.

“I- I want to go home” 

Jake used his free hand to squeeze your shoulder to let you know he was there for you. He was quickly losing his son and he knew the only thing he could do was to be there for him and you. 

Hot tears streamed down your face, you choked on your own words from the hiccups.

“We will Nete- we. We will go home, yes? We will do-” you caressed his hair softly “We will do whatever you want-”

“Fl…fly” he managed to say. He managed to place his hand on top of yours and he looked you in the eyes. His gaze was begging you to save him.

“Yes we can fly- we can- Oh Neteyam…” you couldn’t hold back any longer and you clung onto him for dear life, wailing like the day you were born, with no comfort in the world large enough to ease your pain. “We can fly all day. But don’t leave me alone please. Don’t let me fly all by myself…please…” you whispered in his ear as you held him tight, he couldn’t even move his arm to comfort you back.

You could hear your mother’s screams as soon as she approached you. She hugged you as she sobbed, slightly lifting you up to get a look at her son. When you lifted your head and body and looked at your brother’s face you were met with his blank stare. Once again you heard your mother’s scream, now lowder, filled with pain as she begged the Great Mother to spare her son. 

You were rocking yourself in place, your hand had an iron grip on Neteyam’s wrist as the other hovered above your mouth in shock and pain. Tears continued to stream down your cheeks. You screamed but not a sound came out of your throat. Kiri, ever so in touch with emotions, approached your side and hugged you tightly, her own tears painting her cheeks. She hugged you tightly and you took your time, but eventually you hugged her back as you cried together.

Jake looked at you and Neteyam. He watched you two grow up, he saw every fight and every hug between you both. He was there every step of the way and now he was watching one of his children, one of his babies, die. He watched you lose your other half right in front of you.

And once again, after many years, he thought about Tommy. It was like the universe was making some kind of cruel joke. It was like reliving a past memory in third person.

***

You and your father were sitting down on the beach, just moments after Neteyam’s funeral. You had decided to go for a walk by the shore when your father decided to join you and here you were now, sitting side by side with the soft breeze cooling your aching cheeks. Right now, your brain was driving you insane and the only thing you needed was Neteyam to be there and tell you everything was going to be alright.

“I had a twin brother” Your father’s voice came out as what seemed like a whisper.

Your ears perked up with curiosity and you turned to look at him, when you did, you saw him looking at the horizon with the softest smile you ever saw, but his eyes looked clouded by nostalgia. You rested your head on the side of his shoulder, looking at the sand with furrowed eyebrows.

“What was he like?”

“He was like your brother” 

“Really?” you laughed lightly and looked up at him. 

“Really. He was very clever and loving, he made sure I didn’t get in trouble with our parents” Jake turned to you and smiled, caressing your cheek lightly.

“That sounds like Neteyam” You hummed in amusement. “Always was the bigger person between the both of us”

That sounds like Tommy Jake thought

“When I lost my brother, I didn’t get to see him before he passed. I felt alone and no long after I was on a new planet entirely…” Jake shifted in place and motioned for you to rest on his chest as you both laied down on the sand. He could cry just by the thought of holding you like you were a baby again. “I know what it feels like, to lose your other half” You started crying once again. “But if I know-” knew “-my son, he would want you- he would want all of us to keep fighting”

“You are not alone, ___. We will always be there for you, and so will your brother, in here” he pointed at your heart, you pressed yourself closer against him and closed your eyes. Listening to his heartbeat and the waves crashing by the shore, you eventually fell asleep, your mind resting knowing that somewhere far from your reach and out of harm's way, your brother was at peace at last.

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yandere! millionaire x partner! reader WARNING: possessive themes, implied nsfw, gore && violence,,

“gimme a twirl, sweetheart.” your boyfriend hums, rests his chin in the palms of his hands as he gazes at you through golden eyes etched with utter adoration. “w’nna see you from every angle, hm?”

you roll your eyes at his words, even when a breathy laugh punctuates your own. “you’ve already seen that, kenji.”

“only in the dark.” he quips, raises an eyebrow knowingly. “besides, it’s not like you’re always squirming ‘round beneath me or anythin’—”

“fine!!” you cut him off before he can say anything else, try to ignore the way your bodyguards awkwardly avert their gaze. one clears his throat, and you flush. kenji is as unbothered as ever, his attention still solely trained on you.

nevertheless, you oblige his request with a silly little spin on the tips of your toes. your boyfriend’s gaze lingers on your face, a slow smile spreading on his lips when he drops his eyes to the rest of your body, takes you in for everything you are: “you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, and all mine.”

there’d been one before him, your ex. but you didn’t need to worry your pretty head about that — kenji had ripped off a finger for all the times he’d tainted you with his dirty touch, pulled out his teeth for all the conversations he’d gotten to share with you.

it was his heart — however, that your boyfriend enjoyed depriving him of most. the heart that had once held a sick semblance of love for you.

that was in the past, though. your ex was long gone, kenji had made sure of that personally. now, it was only you and him, and he intended on it staying that way.

“i gotta be the luckiest bastard in the world to have you all to myself.” he whistles lowly, feels his heart pounding in his chest, as it always does whenever you’re around. and even when you aren’t, because you’re all he ever thinks about. “fuck, baby. c’mere, will you?”

“shut up! you think you’re so slick with your stupid words!” you laugh, feigning indifference at his saccharine words but still stumbling into his outstretched arms as he pulls you onto his lap. “you flatter me way too much, kenny.”

your boyfriend’s a busy man, running the biggest private security agency in asia. his work is the only reason you get to don such pretty silk skirts and rose quartz chokers. well, that - and his insistence for seeing you all dolled up.

but the fact that he’s willing to drop everything he’s doing, just to rush home to you and whisk you away on a spontaneous shopping spree after hearing you felt under the weather?

“that’s my job, babydoll, i’m your boyfriend.” he presses a quick kiss to your jaw, revels in the way you melt into his touch, as he curls an arm around your waist. “besides, can you really blame me when y’look so utterly ravishin’?”

“i hate you.” you grin, loving the literal hearts in his eyes and the absolute care with which he holds you close. “and where did you learn such a big word from, i mean, wow! i look ravishing?” you tease mischievously.

“oh so you hate me?” he asks, chuckling in amusement. “than why’re you in my lap, hm? besides,” he smiles at your expression, presses on with amusement tinging his golden eyes. “that’s not what you were sayin’ last night, when i had you cu—”

“stop!! oh my god!” you exclaim, absolutely mortified at the extent of his shamelessness, covering your flushed face in the palms of your hands and wishing, not for the first time, your boyfriend didn’t insist on having private security with you at all times. “you win, okay? i hate you, kenny.”

“sure you do, baby.” he muses, before he digs his hands into his pockets, leans back and gestures for one of his bodyguards. “hey,” he calls, to one of the five men constantly and dutifully standing to attention with his eyes trained at his feet. the man steps closer, but doesn’t dare raise his gaze lest he accidentally meet yours.

the last time one of kenji’s employees even glanced your way for a mere second, your doting boyfriend had gouged his eyes out. (“let this be a lesson to lower your fuckin’ gaze.”) you were such a pretty thing, he knew that, accepted it for an inevitable fact — but he’d be damned if anybody else was allowed to look at you in the way he did.

“this — and i mean all of it.” kenji makes a vague gesture to the three racks of clothes scattered across the room, of the designer brand store he’d pulled you into. “buy it all in my partner’s size, and have it shipped to our place within a week, alright?”

“kenji.” you blink, watching in stunned silence as your boyfriend hands his bodyguard a glossy black card.

he turns back to you expectantly, raises an eyebrow. “yes, m’love?”

“you do realise that you basically just bought the entire store, right?”

“is there a problem with that?” your boyfriend challenges, knowing damn well what you mean to say.

“i didn’t even try on half of the clothes!” you insist, mild alarm settling in at the shades of indifference in his voice, even after blowing forty million yuan on fancy new clothes for you. “and do you know how overpriced this place is? you just got me a place in paris last week and now this—”

you’re at a loss for words when he merely shrugs, much more interested in playing with the little looped ribbons adorning your hair.

“sweetheart,” kenji hums gently, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses. “what’s mine’s all yours — you know this. what’s the point of all this money, if i can’t spend it on you?” your boyfriend’s lips linger against your skin, “now how about we get home?” he asks breathlessly, “wanna show you just how much y’mean to me.”

“fine.” you pout, giving in because you’ve had this conversation a million times before, and it always ends the same way: with kenji telling you he loves the way his money looks on you, (“you deserve the best, and i wanna be the one to give it to you.”) before ripping said money off you and leaving you bare beneath him. (“see? look at this pretty body, so eager for me, hm?”)

and you were right, this time is no different.

because hours later, he’ll press his chest against yours, out of breath and skin slick with sweat as he feels himself come undone, unravelling in the way only you know how to make him.

“love you s’much, sweetheart,” he’ll confess, like he has millions of times before. he’ll smile against your lips, even when your nails dig into his back, and he’s dizzy with absolute ecstasy. “love you so fuckin’ much, you’ll be the death of me.”

“i know.” you’ll breathe, because you do, with every inch of your being, “i love you too, more than — ah! m-more than you know.”

you don’t know that before he’d brought you home, kenji hadn’t liked the way the cashier had looked at you a moment longer than necessary. he was ready to let it slide, but even when you were on his arm, the cashier had the nerve to wink at you?

you didn’t know that even though you had kenji an absolute mess right now, unable to think of anything except how good you felt beneath him, how pretty the sounds you let out were — he was starting to sober from his high, consider the ways he could approach this new problem of his with.

you didn’t know that after this, he had an urgent matter to care of. one that was currently waiting for him, gagged and bound. one that may or may not have been the cashier from earlier…

but he doesn't need you to know. because he'll take care of it for you.

until then, he’ll kiss your flushed skin wherever he can, have you become a babbling mess at his fingertips. kenji knows it’s wrong, the things he’ll do for you, the lengths he'll go, and the lines he'll cross. but can you really blame him?

he just loves you so much.