Yandere! Rockstar X Manager! Reader

yandere! rockstar x manager! reader 🎼

“on another note, people have noticed your recent music has been quite romantic,” the host states, keen eyes pinned to her guest with an easy smile. “so who’s the lucky person, feroze? your fans are dying to know.”

with soft strands of crimson hair that fall over his flawless brown skin, sharp, stygian eyes lined with kohl, and the sleeves of his black shirt rolled back to reveal prominent muscles — feroze looks gorgeous. he has to, for his first interview of the new year.

“oh, i’m sure they are.” he drawls, crosses one leg over the other. “but that’s a secret i won’t ever tell, i’m not fond of sharing.” the audience, mainly consisting of teenagers who have his posters up on their walls, swoon, and the host laughs politely. “besides, they know who they are, and that’s enough for me.”

but feroze is stupid, you think, if he believes he can evade the host’s intrusive questions. this is her show, and despite his status as a celebrity rockstar — he’s here as her guest.

“not ready to go public just yet?” she asks, her words met with a shrug from the man seated across from her, but the woman persistently presses on, “alright, no names, but can you at least tell us more about this secret sweetheart of yours?”

“they’re the love of my life.” he states simply, expression apathetic. feroze rhythmically drums his fingers on his legs, “i could write a million songs in their name, and none would be able to properly capture the way i feel when i’m around them.”

“it’s something bigger than words can convey.” feroze’s words fall from his lips like a confession. and you notice that every time he talks, his tongue piercing glints under the harsh studio lighting. “in my language, we call it ishq.”

the host is about to say something, presumably ask the musician what he means, but he doesn’t give her a chance to, and you wince. he’ll get backlash for speaking over her, despite all the times you’ve reprimanded him for his impatience, especially in the predatory eyes of the media.

because popularity isn’t enough. no matter how many of his concerts sell out within seconds, or how many weeks his music tops worldwide charts — no limelight hides his brown skin, or his desi heritage. there are always those who lurk, waiting for him to mess up, and ready to tear him apart when he does.

“it’s a connection, a level of adoration that is beyond rationality,” he clarifies, “ishq can be beyond beautiful, or it can be utterly destructive. but either way, it leaves you an absolute mess.” feroze chuckles, the sound low and wry. but it is nothing compared to the approving applause from the audience, who watch the lovestruck star in awe.

“wow, that’s just lovely!” the host gushes, and, you note from your place in the audience of onlookers, glows with the pride of getting feroze to talk for so long, speak more than some simple words.

it’s undeniable that he’s a star, he belongs on his stage, commands attention when he sings with his husky voice and lays his heart bare in the lyrics. but when it comes to interviews or fan meets, it’s almost impossible to get a word out of him.

it’s mildly amusing to watch, the way everybody will try so hard to pry a few short sentences from his lips, when all he ever does around you, much to your vexation, is speak.

“i’ve built a name for myself, from the ground up, for over twenty three years,” his black eyes scan the applauding audience, and find yours, lingering there when he speaks. “but if they asked me to — i’d leave it all behind. the fame, this life.” he says, “the music would stay, songs of adoration and sweet nothings, but only for them and nobody else.”

“surely you don’t mean that?” the host asks the man seated across from her, “your fans would be absolutely devastated, to say the very least.” she winks at the audience, who agree wholeheartedly with her words. “and what would music even look like without the feroze khan?”

“if you want me to be honest with you, i simply don’t care.” he shrugs nonchalantly, and all of a sudden, the studio which was previously buzzing with excitement, falls entirely silent. “i don’t care if music falls apart, or if the world hates me for it.”

the host’s grin falters, and your heart skips a beat. he tilts his head to the side. “all of this?” he makes a vague gesture at the studio, the bright lights and dozens of eyes trained on him at this very moment. “it means nothing to me, next to them.”

“i guess you really love them, don’t you?” the host attempts to lighten the mood, but her smile strains the corners of her lips, and her eyes anxiously dart to the camera, ready to wrap up this conversation and move on.

“love is too simple of a word,” feroze muses, twirling one of his many rings between his lithe fingers, looping it around and over them with charming ease. “this is something messy and rough around the edges, but it’s something i want to experience forever, all the same.”

again, his eyes meet yours in the crowd, a slow smile spreading on his lips. meri jaan. he mouths, and you flush, heat creeping up to your cheeks out of embarrassment or irritation, you don’t know. but the words linger in your mind all the same, my love.

but as soon as feroze’s smile blossoms, it withers, and his expression smooths over, back to a bored gaze and his relaxed demeanour. you wearily run a hand over your face, irritation seeping under your skin at the rockstar’s insistence in actively ruining his career.

there’s tension in the studio, a palpable uneasiness draped over the silent audience — but if feroze notices, he doesn’t care enough to show it. the musician is the epitome of ease: arms lazily draped over the armchair he casually lounges in, legs crossed comfortably as he watches the host expectantly, ready for her next question, but not quite interested.

and you decide you’ve seen enough. so with your jaw set, and hands curled into hard fists, you turn on your heels and leave the studio without so much as a backwards glance.

you don’t need to look at him to know that feroze watches you walk out. but what you don’t know is that after you leave, he refuses to say a single word for the remainder of the interview.

by the time you and feroze get back to his place, your anger has twisted itself into a shimmering rage, and you make sure that he knows it too.

“you’re going to ruin your life and destroy your career!” you exclaim, hating the way he regards you with such nonchalance, even now. “i have tried, time and time again, to be patient with you — but telling your fans on live television that you don’t care about any of them??”

“not my fault if they can’t handle the truth” he shrugs, “let them all rot, they’re nothing to me. the only person i need is you.”

“feroze motherfucking khan.” you curse, “if someone hears you say that — you’re over!!” you seethe, grit your teeth and bite your tongue before you can say anything you’ll regret.

coming back from this interview was going to be difficult, but people had come back from worse, right? besides, you could always resort to bribery and censorship, if push comes to shove. but hopefully, if you can do your job right, it shouldn’t.

“why do you insist on making my job so difficult?” you mutter, lean against the wall and close your eyes in resignation, admitting defeat to the stubborn celebrity.

it’s the low sound of feroze’s voice that brings you back to the present.

“i’m making your job difficult, am i?” feroze laughs, the sound dripping with disbelief, you open your eyes, find that his darken. “you make mine impossible.” he narrows his black eyes, “when i see you at my concerts, i forget the lyrics to songs i’ve sang a million times, my hands start shaking, and i can barely hear the music over the sound of my heart.”

you shake your head, don’t trust yourself not to say something stupid, but something twists in your chest.

“even now,” with every word, he takes a step closer to you, until you’re pressed against the wall and he’s looming over you, hands reaching out for yours. “i can barely think straight. here,” he guides your palms against his chest, fingers gentle, even when he feels like being anything but. “can you feel it, what you do to me?”

“you drive me absolutely insane, with your very existence. every song of mine is about you, and whenever i perform knowing you’re watching me, i can barely breathe.” you look up at the musician, your anger giving way to something slightly softer, as you feel the erratic rhythm of his beating heart under your hands. “i love you.”

“don’t.” you manage, “don’t throw away your entire life for me. you’ve got the world at your fingertips, everybody either wants you, or wants to be you.” and it’s true, both of you know it. “you’re a superstar, feroze. music hasn’t seen something like you since cobain, don’t throw it all away for me — i’m not worth what you have.”

“not worth it?” feroze echoes, shakes his head as he wraps his fingers around your wrists, “then tell me why i go to sleep and wake up with my mind and body thinking about you. tell me why i want to devour you, one kiss at a time, and memorise the dips and curves of your body underneath mine.”

his voice is barely above a whisper as he lays his desires bare before you. “go on, use your words and tell me.”

but you have no answer for him, couldn’t think of one even if you tried, because the only thing on your mind is how close he is, how his lips ghost the shell of your ear and graze your own with every word.

“that’s what i thought,” feroze says, he considers something for a moment before continuing, “and forget my being a superstar, that’s not what i want, and it never has been since i met you.”

the limited space between you is heavy with desire and promises of debauchery, and you want nothing more than to let yourself sink into it. so, even when you know this is unprofessional, know you could lose your job for this — you can’t help yourself.

your anger is washed away by something warmer, something that leaves you wanting for more. “then what do you want, feroze?”

“i thought you’d never ask, meri jaan.” feroze breathes against your jaw, curls a hand around your throat.

“how about you let me show you exactly what i want,” his other hand holds your wrists, bound by his fingers, over your head. the man pushes his knees between your thighs, and finally smiles. “be mine, just for tonight — say yes, and i’ll show you what ishq means.”

something inside him comes undone when you press your lips against his, burning with want.

he knows. he knows he’s a handful, your rockstar always saying the wrong thing and giving you headaches, leaving you with yet another mess to deal with.

throughout the night, he realises that even his best music has nothing on the mellifluous sounds of you whimpering his name, all breathless. your anger dissipated and replaced by raw need.

he swears he’ll make it up to you. he’ll treat you so well, that you’ll never want to leave. besides, it’s not like you could, even if you tried — he wouldn’t let you. what’s a rockstar without his manager?

Kill me, romantically

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x F!Reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers, crack

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Canon divergent, ooc, profanity, violence, murder, attempted murder, casual sexism, explicit content, Rindou is a bitch

Mikey hired a new executive, and your clever eyes and sharp tongue make Rindou wish to put your face through a glass table.

Day 5 of Promptober

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

“The meeting has started.” Rindou pointed out, taking a sharp inhale through his teeth.

“No shit Sherlock.” Huffing, you snuffed out the cigarette under your boot, throwing it off the edge of the building.

“Fucking bitch.”

Standing up to stretch, you ignored his grumbling as you kneeled next to the rifle, checking the situation in the building underneath through the scope.

“Why did Mikey even pair me with you?” Groaning, Rindou laid down on the cold concrete of the roof, highly considering pushing you off the edge.

You just laughed, turning to glance at him with a smirk.

“Ran showed me your baby pictures,” Walking closer to him to nudge your boot in his side, you avoided his half-hearted attempt at a smack, “You were soooooo adorable.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You were so tiny! Such a small precious baby.”

“I will kill you.”

“Baby.”

Actually managing to land a kick to your shin, he thrived on the unamused expression on your face.

He also paid for it by letting you kick his ribs.

Muttering curse words under his breath, he sat up, rubbing the spot your steel-toed boots decided to fucking cave in, now more than ever considering just strangling you on the spot.

He stopped himself in his thought for a second.

The necklace of darkened bruises on your neck was darker than ever, and even the layers of carefully colour corrections and concealer couldn’t hide them.

You were looking through the scope again, and Rindou noticed a beat too late your face was much too serious for his liking.

“Something’s wrong.”

Your tone was final, cold, and turning towards him with a serious expression, for just a second he imagined he saw an emotion in your eyes he has never seen you display before.

Worry.

“Rindou, go to the door! Hold it closed! Now!”

He would have argued, he would have thrown a fit and yelled at you to stop telling him what to fucking do, but he did none of that.

Your tone gave no space for questions.

Multiple fists started banging on the door to the rooftop, trying to get it open just as he leaned his whole body weight on it, desperate to keep it closed, and for a second, he was grateful you locked it behind.

He could barely hear your next words, directed at Mikey through the earpiece, over the wind blowing.

“Boss, it’s a set-up, get the fuck out of there! Rindou and I are trapped, don’t wait on us!”

Adrenaline mixing with panic in his mind, he planted his feet firmly in place, shoulder shoved into the door to keep it closed.

The lock won’t hold for much longer.

“Y/n, I can’t hold it anymore” Grunting as he felt his shoulder starting to bruise, he glanced at you in panic, desperate for your cold calmness to wash over him, but he found no comfort in the curve of your back over the rifle.

Your finger was on the trigger, and in a second he found too slow, a gunshot rang out across the roof, meeting it’s target in the building below.

You quickly stood up, turning towards him with your arm outstretched.

“Okay, let the doors go, run towards me, we’ll need momentum.”

He didn’t have time to ask what the hell did you mean, as with one final, shaky breath, he let go of the door.

He ran, his hand meeting yours, and in a second of sheer fear over his impending doom crashing his world down, he didn’t feel you push him towards the edge.

Your arms still interlocked, his hand holding onto your forearm enough to break the bones underneath his touch, you threw him off the roof.

His eyes widened, before snapping shut as the realisation fell down on him like a pile of bricks.

This was the end.

He will die.

Ran struggled against Kakucho’s chest, trying desperately to get the other man to let him go.

“We can’t fucking leave! RIN IS STILL IN THERE! WE CAN’T FUCKING LEAVE HIM!”

“WE HAVE TO!” Kokonoi screamed as he struggled to get the car open, nodding at Kakucho to throw Ran in there with himself and slam the doors shut, “Y/N SAID WE HAVE TO LEAVE!”

“I’M NOT LEAVING HIM-“ In a moment of sheer panic, Kakucho punched Ran square in the jaw, knocking him out.

Mikey nodded approvingly from the passenger seat as Sanzu hopped in last, slamming the doors shut just as Kokonoi started driving.

A pregnant silence fell over the car as Kokonoi picked up the speed.

“Do you really think they’ll be fine?” Chewing his lips nervously, Koko glanced at Mikey, trying to read into his calm, dead expression.

“Y/n’s with Rindou. They’ll get out fine. I trust her.” Even if it was said with conviction, the way Mikey’s hands shook wasn’t helpful.

Inhaling through his teeth, he pressed the gas pedal.

Rindou waited for a long fall and a deadly landing that never came.

Instead, in only mere moments that felt like hours, your hand left his as his back connected with the hard tiles of the top floor, knocking the air out of his lungs.

You rolled gracefully on the floor next to him, not giving him a chance to rest as your hands met his once again, pulling him up to his feet.

So that was what you meant by ‘planning.’

The open windows were an escape route.

“WE DON’T HAVE TIME, RINDOU! RUN!” Pushing him in front of you, your footsteps echoed behind him as he started running down the stairs.

He heard a loud crash, and glancing behind him, he found you pushed the vending machine he didn’t even notice before to the top of the stairs, blocking the entrance to the staircase.

He kept running as multiple pairs of feet and gunshots started echoing behind him on the upper floor.

“We should have taken the elevator!” He yelled at you, not allowing his pained lungs to stop him as he hopped over the railing only to be met with more stairs below.

“DO YOU SERIOUSLY WANT TO GET AMBUSHED IN THE FUCKING ELEVATOR?!”

Ah.

That was a good point.

“I left my fucking rifle upstairs!” Groaning out as you kept running behind him, he could swear he almost heard actual sadness in your voice.

“Who cares?! You’ll get a new one!”

“THAT IS MY CHILD, RINDOU HAITANI! YOU WOULDN’T REPLACE YOUR BROTHER WITH SANZU!”

“DON’T COMPARE RAN WITH YOUR STUPID ASS MILITARY TOY!”

You opened your mouth to respond, but more gunshots rang out, this time in the general directions of the two of you.

“Shit,” Cursing, never stopping, you started to wrestle out of your coat, throwing it at Rindou.

“Take that shit off and I’ll break your fucking knees.”

He knew the threat was real, so he gripped the coat that smelled of cigarettes and your perfume around his shoulders and continued running.

“Pull it over your head too, asshole!” Now screaming as you pulled out a gun from your waistband, you slowed down to shoot at the face of the man peering up from up the stairway, unsure if you actually hit him.

Rindou stopped running too, his eyes frantically moving from your form to the man, but the look you gave him sent him sprinting once again.

You looked at him with such an angry face.

Now hopping over the railway yourself, he could feel your hands on his back, pulling the coat up and over the back of his head and forcing him to run down the stairs faster.

“I’LL FUCKING TRIP!” He shouted, swatting your hands away, but keeping the coat as you fixed it on him.

His lungs burned and his legs felt like they’ll give out under him, every breath a little shorter than the last, his spleen feeling like it’ll burst and his hands aching from the way he gripped your coat, but he never stopped running.

“NO, THE FUCK YOU WON’T UNDER MY WATCH!” Shooting behind you a couple of times more as footsteps echoed behind the two of you, he heard his own earpiece crackle as well as your own.

“Y/n, what is the situation?! Y/N!”

“MIKEY, NOW’S NOT THE BEST FUCKING TIME!” Your tone was frantic as Rindou reached the entrance door at the bottom.

You were right on his heels, running through the doors he held open for you.

The men were approaching.

One of your hands held the coat so it stayed over his head, the other frantically searching for something inside the pockets.

You found it, and as you started pulling him behind you to keep running, you pressed the detonator.

The entrance doors collapsed behind the two of you.

“Just a little more! Don’t you fucking give up now Rindou!” Continuing to pull him as you kept running, he felt like he’ll pass out.

He wasn’t even sure where exactly the two of you were when you stopped, letting go of his hand as soon as you ducked inside a small alleyway, leaning on the wall, holding your side.

He gasped and struggled for air, the burn in all of his bones finally catching up, and he allowed the tiredness to take over his muscles as he fell to the ground, laying down with your coat still under him, wrapped around his shaking body tightly.

“Rindou? Rin! Rin, are you okay?!” You sounded so, so worried, a tone he didn’t expect to make his heart play, “Did you get shot?!”

Before he could respond, you fell to your knees next to him, your hands passing over his body with feather light touches, so rushed and so, so gentle, searching for any wounds.

He shivered, gripping your hand to make you stop.

“‘M fine,” Barely managing to cough out, he looked at you through half-hooded eyes, “I just need a little break.”

Nodding, you let out a long-held breath, allowing your body to fall next to his, your breathing similar to his own.

You brought a hand up to your ear, pressing on the little device that somehow managed to get out unscathed.

“Mikey, we’re alright,” Starting to laugh, you had to take a couple of breaths before you could continue, “We got out unharmed. What’s your status?”

Rindou finally breathed out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding, closing his eyes tightly shut.

He was alive.

He heard Mikey’s response through his own earpiece, and he could swear for a split second that his boss sighed a sigh of relief.

“We’re also fine. They weren’t followed, surprisingly.”

“I knew you wouldn’t be.” You started laughing again, plucking out the earpiece before Mikey could hear your response.

Rindou opened his eyes to look at you sceptically.

“How did you know?”

“Huh?” Tilting your head up to look at him, a smile still played on your shaking lips.

“How did you know the other gang wouldn’t follow them?”

The grin you flashed him seemed to split your face in half.

“Because I slashed their tires.”

He stopped to stare at you, mouth agape, in an equal mix of astonishment and admiration.

So you weren’t actually late to the mission.

“How the fuck did you plan it all so meticulously? I mean, the windows, the tires, the dynamite- When the fuck did you put the dynamite on the entrance? How did you think of all this?”

“I took physics in high school.” Shrugging, you closed your eyes as well, shivering against the cold air and your body trying to stop the frantic beat of your own heart.

“The fuck does that have to do with anything?” He raised an eyebrow, confusion playing on his face.

You started laughing again.

“Murphy’s law, baby!”

“Fuck, what?”

“Murphy’s law states that everything that can go wrong, my dear boy,” Propping yourself up on one arm to look at him properly, the twinkle in your eye made his heart beat faster, “Will go wrong. If left unattended, things will always go from bad to worse.”

He started laughing with you this time, the manic laughter escaping his lips mixing with your own, creating a cacophony that made him be glad he was ignoring the ache coursing through his body to allow himself to shake in a mix of adrenaline and joy.

He was fucking alive.

“Thank you for being such a crazy fucking bitch.” Giggling, he closed his eyes tightly, allowing the scent of your coat to overtake him, finding comfort in the warmth of the fabric.

His eyes snapped open.

Why the fuck did you give him that damned coat?

Looking at your shaking, gasping form, he barely managed out his question.

“Why’d you give me your coat?”

You looked at him as if he were the dumbest man alive, allowing yourself to plop back on the ground on your side, your face barely inches away from his.

“Because it’s bulletproof.”

His heart stopped.

“You- what?”

You let out another short, rushed laugh, taking ragged breaths as you closed your eyes, a smile playing on your face.

“I’m not letting you die on my watch, you stupid, stupid man.”

In a moment Rindou will never admit to himself, a warmth he hasn’t experienced in a long, long fucking time filled his chest, making his tender lungs and heart ache.

You never looked more beautiful than in that moment, lying next to him on the cold asphalt of a filthy alleyway.

Without thinking, he propped himself up on his side, planting a small, soft kiss to your temple.

“Thank you.” Whispering against your skin, he curled up next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist as his free hand found yours, interlacing your fingers.

“Don’t mention it.”

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Requested by: Anon

a/n: I FUCKING LOVED WRITING THIS DON’T EVEN @ ME THIS WAS SO CUTE

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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