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Angry too

Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 2,680

Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side. In the very same night you meet Venom you meet Hobie, the spider man of your universe.

Written Curse: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! Inspiration from: Cute but deadly and The clash-- You could've been spider person but i'm arachnophobic and venom is my guilty attraction--Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom-- See ya Darlings!

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You did not know how to feel and that was more than ok, after all, V.E.N.O.M is the worst in the society in which you live, the dictatorship that exists uses cheap copies of the symbiote that now co-exists with you for its absolutist regime, using the terror of the people as its advantage.

It was starting to get dark and there was still a lot to do, normally you would already be at home having dinner or doing anything else, however, here you were. Finishing a group project since some of your classmates couldn't solve it by themselves, with heavy eyes and yawning constantly you collected everything of yours and saying goodbye for pure courtesy you left school, walking between the corridors a substance moved to the same beat analyzing the presence before itself whom did not noticed of its own.

When you left completely, a metallic noise suddenly filled the surroundings causing your bones to almost snap by the speed with which you turned to try to see the origin of it without getting close.

But at the time you paid attention, that sound was not repeated again, without thinking too much about that you continued the walk putting on your headphones. You went down the stairs that led to the subway, immersed in your music, although at the time was quite empty but it was better than peak hours, the substance was still almost on your ankles.

During the whole journey there was something that did not fit but you didn't quite figure what, you looked at all possible places looking for the reason, taking off your headphones waiting for something, focusing on the other senses but nothing. The night had completely taken over the streets and the train stopped at your station, trying to ignore the feeling you went down, hands in your pockets, up the stairs to finally get out of the underground and be closer to your house.

7 minutes from your house finally made sense of what your brain was so alert about but, it was too late to do something, something began to surround your leg going up the calves, with the present shock the only thing you could move were your eyes that with horror saw that the substance went up and up, by panic you tried to flee but when you took the first step you unbalanced and fell dry "What happens, you don't like me sweetheart?" the deep and demon-possessed voice reached your ears, trembling you looked back at your feet, immediately regretting, the large white eyes contrasting with the black of the being seemed to center thirsty on you, the smile so big that revealed serrated teeth and others like tusks.

You wanted to scream, run away without looking back, cut off your legs if it meant removing the monstrosity that now surrounded up to your waist. You cursed your classmates.

One last smile dominated the expression of the being before it clung to your whole body, you felt how cold their 'body' took over you, your veins felt how they traveled through every possible part piercing your bones, connecting your nerves with yours entering through your eyes, through your ears, through your nose filling with an unrecognizable smell, your mouth; savoring your bowels, the muscles tense trying to prevent domination being more painful when your brain was also surrounded and analyzed but at the same time a great force was palpable, new sensations appearing as electric shocks, totally succumbing.

The silence was tortuous after that event, things seemed static; out of place, your sight was different, everything felt different, without warning you began to move --I knew that this body was better--it was no longer like listening to it but how to thinking about it, still with the panic drowning your being you asked "What the hell are you?" Of course you already knew it but the question came out by itself, they laughed "Apparently I am not so well known around here… I am Venom" by impulse and with all the strength you had, you tried to regain control of your body, running and crashing against a wall over and over again "Get out of my body", --Don’t you like it? I thought you would enjoy it more-- a kind of bigger hand covered yours --Relax a little -- with the remaining hand you grabbed the opposite arm and tried to tear it but immediately the substance seeped back through your skin causing you to rip ot, so much was the force that the cuts began to bleed at the very moment of forming "That hurt, I would recommend not to do that" Venom spoke, going out again to the outside as if it were a costume it wrapped you "Why don't we take a walk (__)?--.

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In the dark streets of the city there is always something happening, in this case, some policemen beating a civilian. The sounds of the blackjacks against the skin were cushioned with the clothes except the moans of pain and the movement of these against the air along with their laughter . So immersed in their pleasure that the large body that was above them resting in the buildings went unnoticed.

"Please, please, leave me, please!" the man sobbed, his burning throat was the only thing that kept him aware of the pain they caused him, making deaf ears those men followed as if they had just challenged them harder.

Until they stopped by the great mass that fell and made the ground rumble, they turned to see, a chill ran through their vertebrae but they recomposed "What the fuck do you want?" said one of them stopping the assault, the other threatened "Go away before you're the next" they saw how the substance seemed to disappear and revealed the silhouette of a person, (__) with squinted eyes observed the faces of the two men semi-formed by the presence of the V.E.N.O.M and then travel to the man lying on the ground dejected by the constant blows, breathing with difficulty.

This made (__)'s anger as much as Venom’s anger grew, they bowed their head and their smile came from side to side of their face "I also want to have fun."

Hobie was returning from one of the missions with an anomaly, it was very recent his entry into spider society but it was easy to get used to the type of action. He took off his mask and let his skin breathe and gave large inhalations, his lungs filling with the air he had become accustomed to, put his mask in the back pocket of his pants, he took off his gloves and put his hands in the pockets of his vest to start walking slowly passing through some signs of wanted with images of spider-man, captain anarchy, among others he knew.

After walking several blocks his arachnid sense hit his head, turning in the direction that his intuition told him ran until he reached a dead end but at that moment as if there had never been a arachnid sense disappeared, the only thing he could distinguish at the moment was a man resting tensely against the wall, without losing another second he went to the man who with a horrified face looked at the opposite wall as if he were observing something beyond "You okay?" the little light that allowed him to see from a short distance made it impossible to make sense of the shadows on the other wall, before Hobie could stand and go to see the man's hand surrounded his arm and almost his shoulder, slowly he moved his head looking at Hobie already with the mask with the same eyes "Venom" the word barely came out of his mouth before fainting right there, "Man" he shook a little the man who did not answer the call, he grabbed his wrist and made sure it was still pulsing, he sighed to confirm that he still had one.

With curiosity he still stood up and went to the other wall, his pupils dilated to adjust, making an effort to make sense of what he saw he pulled out a small lamp that almost always carried with him. By turning it on and focusing on one point, it almost fall due to the shock of seeing blood scattered all over the wall as if it were fresh paint, two hands clinging to some blackjacks and the other two mutilated, the most perverse being that the arms were not held on any body, left to drift. Without looking again, he addressed the man, carried him between his shoulders and went to get help.

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When you approached Venom took control again --With whom do you want to start?-- You did not answer this because one of them ran to both and with the synthetic symbiote lengthened their arm and with his limbs ripped yours, the same damn arm where you had cut before, with a look at the damage it immediately closed and furiously Venom roared.

Without much effort you rushed to the man, grabbing his head and squeezing it, he resisted and trying to free his substance tried to protect the man, before any of them could do anything Venom's mouth lashed with his skull, who at the moment of contact with his teeth broke leaving him lifeless.

The remaining policeman finally reacted by jumping on you and trying to attack the neck, he bit you, in response you whipped the body against the wall repeatedly until it was weakened, when the grip was less you went back through the head but first whipped until the blood dripped soaking the wall, savoring in anticipation the tongue lengthened until reaching the head testing the blood that kept coming out and slowly drained the body.

You didn't know if feeling disgusted, horrorized, or what, the strength you had, the power to see their frightened eyes as others looked at them. It was an overload of emotions. But still, you wanted more.

After nothing left of their heads you attacked the body "Leave their arms" you voiced Venom "Bullshit" protested but your tone and thought made it leave it "Leave their arms", when finished, a part of your face was discovered, you took air and exhale strongly but you stopped to hear someone else’s drowned cry and there you remembered, the man.

The poor man thought he was in a horror movie or in hell itself after witnessing the abominations that happened. The bad thing is that he also saw part of your face, you both walked toward him, he only with his hands receded until he was trapped between the wall and you, without touching him you simply took your finger to your mouth to indicate that he remained silent, in order not to draw more attention that you already did, you climbed the buildings, when you noticed someone approaching, spider-man. From the nerves you took control and fled from there, any part of the city would be better than staying there.

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He swung out of the hospital after making sure that the man was in better hands, of course he did not trust too much since it was obvious that the man could not afford something like this but some doctors had assured that there would be no problem.

He continued swinging until he reached a street where he removed anything that seemed suspicious, walked immersed in his thoughts, in what should have happened. To clear his mind he went to a small park near where he was, when he arrived he saw how there were still a lot of people, it always seemed curious to him how they could continue with their activities in a government like the current one, how nobody was always the same and that everyone changed at all times, how everyone had their ideals, dreams, aspirations, something to fight for.

When he reached a bench he noticed the person sitting on the opposite side, without paying attention he took a seat and lay one leg on another without removing his hands from his pockets admiring the landscape and relaxed his face.

(__) had come before he sat on the bench without moving, for some reason they knew that the man next to him was spider man, the nerves were so much that they felt how their hands were sweating --Can you relax? It is impossible for him to recognize you-- Venom tried to calm them down but they ignored them --Even if that old man had said something, there is no way he knows how you look-- their eyes moved to observe the companion; his vest adorned with pins, his choker with stoperoles, his piercings in the eyebrow, his pants imitating leggins, his wicks, his expression. Their eyes were so focused that when they noticed his eyes moving to see them quickly looked away.

By moving his eyes Hobie was able to better appreciate them, how they dressed, their posture, their body language, when looking at their face he recognized who it was. He had already seen them several times at concerts or protests always attracting his attention but they never seemed to warn of Hobie's existence. At least not as prominent as him.

He shook his leg to the rhythm of a song, seeing other places at other people until he talked "Night's been very fucked up" they put their eyes on Hobie again "I bet that police still remembers you well" with that word almost gives them a heart attack "Police?" the voice trembled "You're the one who hit that police with his shield, Or not?."

A smile appeared on the man’s face as he remembered, him turning to see them and leaned down on his legs and arms "I think I recognize someone who removes their stupid shield from one of them" their fingers traced their hand quickly, with an exhalation (__) tried to calm down "It depends on who's asking" they kept avoiding eye contact, which he noticed "Then I must have been wrong, but you know, that was really cool and fun" he lay back on the back "I’m Hobie, by the way" a second, six, twenty, a minute, two and they gave no answer --what happens? Did you leave your tongue with the cops?-- Venom mocked --Don’t make your nervousness too evident just tell him your name, or lie to him and let’s get out of here, I’m still hungry.--

(__) stood on the bench and with their whole body giving their face to Hobie replied "(__), I am (__)" this one who no longer expected any answer from their part smiled again, a little less obvious and he moved his head, "Nice to meet ya" so they started to move away until they heard "Y'know, this Friday there will be a concert in ****, You should be there, maybe we need help to knock down some things" they just turned and nodded slightly to say, "I'll do my best, Hobie Brown" their voice intermingled with Venom's.

For a minute Hobie remained unmoved thinking he had heard badly,he never told you his last name, did he? And that grave that came out of you, nah "Shit, I need a damn nap" he ran his hand all over his face. 10 minutes after you left he did the same taking advantage of his powers to arrive earlier and lie on his bed and stay there until he wanted.

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"Idiot, how do you say his fucking name?" Already in your house you were going round and round in your room "He did not realize, you saw how it was" you sat abruptly in the bed and put your hands on your face "This is not real, this is not real" your hands tightened and began to scratch your face "Hey, hey, calm down a little, I can feel it, you know " it came out a little to show your face "I’m so fucked up" you murmured before everything happened hit you and you fainted.

A lot of pressure

Casey Gardner x Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 1,417

Summary: Casey goes to your house and she notices the unusual machine in your living room, so you teach her to use it. And maybe tease her a little.

Written Curse: Use of Y/N! Second person! I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!--It's been a while since I saw Atypical so I hope this is not ooc o_0 See ya Darlings!

For a long time Casey had suggested going to your house or having you go to hers, but no matter how much you talked about it, there never seemed to be time or availability to plan it. In the physics class, the only one in which both were together, she returned to the subject, sitting next to you, taking advantage of the time you both had to solve some exercises.

"Hey, Y/N" she said on the air, without taking your eyes off the notebook you responded with a small sound to make it known that you were listening to her "When will I go to your house?" she said so sure that it was difficult for you not to arch your eyebrows.

"I did not know that you were invited" at this moment it was when you moved your eyes to Casey who with an unrepressed smile leaned to your direction. Grabbing a pencil, she made as if she had just been stabbed --what kind of betrayal did you just give me, oh my dearest Y/N? How could you?".

You removed the pencil and following her game you moved the pencil, seeing it delicately "What betrayal have I committed if the ignorance of my being denies me the right to greater knowledge than I, oh dear, beloved and gracefully lady Casey?".

"Okay, that was cheesy" she admitted and went back to her previous position "Yeah, that was cringe" you thought. "But I’m serious, since it seems like you going to mine is like asking for a miracle". For a few minutes, both of you focused on your work until she was done "So?", "What?" she turned her eyes with her limbs loose "About your house" without answering the question you stood up and went to the teacher to check that the exercises were well solved, seconds later you saw how your girlfriend did the same, already sitting and passing between the sheets of the notebook you thought for a while until you had her back at your side.

"How about Friday at 4:00? I will make sure the food is to your liking, your highness" you bowed over exaggerating a reverence, which Casey replied "I would expect no less from you" , "Can we know what the reason for your game is, ladies?" The teacher interrupted while he stopped to write, the others watching you but none spoke, without saying anything else the man turned his attention to the whiteboard and the students to their individual activities "At 4:00 then" whispered and you agreed, after that the class continued without anything else to mention.

Casey watched as much as she could from the living room, it was really pretty, very different from hers, there were many decorations but not too many to saturate the view or look bad and they matched very well with the color of the walls and furniture, as she moved her eyes she noticed the machine that was in the opposite corner of the door "What's that?".

Putting the things of both in place you asked what she meant, she pointed it and turning in the direction you saw towards the corner "Ah, it’s my sewing machine, well, not mine but I’m the one who uses it the most" she walks until she gets there and be in front of, examining it "it’s not like others I’ve seen" and with things in the right place you accompanied her while she kept looking at the machine --not since it’s industrial, do you want to use it?--The question was very sudden for Casey, who was slow to give you an answer but very excited "Of course" a smile formed on your lips because of her attitude.

Your mother called you to sit down and eat so that would have to wait, "What will we eat?", "Lasagna" on your way to the table after washing your hands you kept talking "I think it’s an excellent option" your mother was already sitting and handing out the dishes "the only option" you said "very well, it is better that we eat now" said your mother, you all had a piece of lasagna and another plate with salad and started eating talking about other things.

"And that’s how you thread it" you finished explaining the main thing, sitting in an individual chair and Casey in another "It’s hard to memorize" she admitted, she never really thought it would be complicated but she was wrong "At first but then it’s like walking; easy" settling in better you gave her a few papers with stripes "Since you had never used one it is better to start sewing on sheets" you turned on the machine and made sure that everything was in place "Go pressing the pedal slowly, I don’t want to have your dad here trying to find a finger all over the living room" with a funny and nervous smile she arranged the sheet by lifting the presser foot manually "you can do it with your knee" you reminded her and she did "don’t worry, I learn fast" she moved the knee making the knee brace do it equally and the presser foot rise up, and well placed as she retracted the knee and the presser foot lowered, with parallel hands began to lower the foot, at a certain height the machine began to work giving its stitches at a semi-fast speed, by reflex she stopped "Wow, you didn’t joke that is fast" you deadpanned for a moment but when you saw the line where she had sewn you almost laugh "what’s funny?" , "Nothing, nothing".

Changing the subject you concentrated on reminding her of the pressure with which the pedal should be lowered and the one to let 'the fabric' flow through the crab "Very well, I understand, but this is my first day" she stood up and stretched her arms "then there is no pie" her mouth and eyes opened, standing from the chair you heard "I didn’t know you were that kind of person" going into the kitchen and filling a glass with water you returned to where Casey was "Well, the contract says so" both sat at the same time "Damn those little letters" she sighed "I guess I won't be paid for long" you delicately placed your head on Casey's shoulder "Don't worry, I'll talk to the boss" she put her head on yours, "That's very sweet of you".

"Well, let’s go on" you restored your posture, grabbed more leaves, and made various shapes meanwhile Casey finished up withthe straight lines. When finished, she gave them to you to do a 'quality check' , "they are quite good to be your first pages" leaving them aside you gave her the new ones with a small smile, "This is taking advantage" she take them by flipping through them "How am I supposed to make a spiral?--.

You raised your shoulders but you didn’t respond, she sighed again but heavier, with a movement of your arm against hers you asked "Do you want pie?", " Of course" she said without much trouble "Then end a spiral and you will have your pie", "You're evil" she connected your foreheads seeing eachother, "But you love me" you whispered as if it were a secret to everyone except you, "Yes, I love you" slowly she closed the space between you, joining your lips, enjoying the moment. But Casey who was still with a foot on the pedal pressed it and the machine started, getting you both scared, you cleared your throat "I should go for the pie" you stood back going to the kitchen to look for the food "Ok".

For several hours Casey continued practicing, from time to time you taking turns to teach her more visually, at 7:00 you said goodbye at the main entrance. "Thank you for everything" you spoke first, the somewhat cold weather that made little clouds when talking "it’s me who should thank you Y/N, the next one will be in my house" her eyes fixed on yours seemed so full of adoration that if you asked her to stop calling Casey she would do her best to fulfill your wish "Maybe I can teach you something" she continued "like what?" she stretched her arms and surrounded you with them and as before she leaned down until kissing you again, taking her time, your hands squeezing her arms and accepting it, until she pulled away "whatever you want".

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So... After some time of thinking I decided to give me and this blog a 'rest', I started writing and uploading my work here because I felt the need and inspiration to, for more than 2 years I have been doing so, one account deleted and a renamed one. I honestly don't want to burn out and completely abandon something that has given me a lot of joy and comfort but neither I want to publish something out of pressure, this being the writing itself and the translation. As a student of that field I don't want to rely on online translations to do most of the work for me, I honestly want to do it by myself so it can be enjoyed as if it was my original language, with its mistakes and all. I'll still work on the one-shots left and the chapters of the fanfic but they will not be published until I finish my bachelors and make sure I'm happy with what I created of my own (The principal ideas of story of the fanfic nor the one-shots will be affected by the pass of time). Even if it takes me more than 3 years I'll make sure to not leave this blog behind! So, if you see this from the feature... I hope I stick to my words, lol.

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What selfshipping is like

Lavander Petals

Vi x Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 4,310

Summary: Life took everything from you that tragic night. Years have passed and the ghosts of your past knock on your door unearthing intense feelings, could you forgive? Let go?

Written Curse: Use of (__)! Second person! I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- It took too long to write this. anyway, i wanted to do my own version of Vi and Reader reunited--This happens after the end of the season! See ta Darlings!

Your eyes feel heavy, heavier and heavier as time goes by, so many years and still the pain has not shed the veins of your heart. There are even times when you believe that everything was part of your imagination, from the need to love and appreciate that in the end you ended up more hurt. Or maybe it was all real and that would make it worse, you don't know it anymore you don't know anything, you've never known anything and that hurts more.

Are you crazy? No, no, no. Of course not… or that's you want to believe, maybe, it’s all a bad dream, a bad thought that took too much control of your life and even they still are by your side. Playing a bad prank while you sit on the bench, your elbows resting on the bar that was just cleaned, your hands on your jaw and cheeks that conform to the pressure of these, your lost look on the liquors on the shelf and so on, your legs spread out for being very close to the bar when your feet rest on the metals under the chair. Your sense of hearing absent in the moment, focusing on the illusion of their loss.

When night falls and a new life begins, yours comes to rest. Your eyelids still for a long time now prevent you from having to recognize that you are totally alone and always will be, tomorrow will continue and will until the same luck knocks on the door of your little dwelling. But why would it be today if it was not before?

The morning rests everywhere, penetrating even the thin layer of skin of your face, with a rhythmic touch you began to wake up. Some noises were leaking into the almost empty room and helped you to take a more energetic attitude.

When you got out of bed you stretched your whole body, your legs hanging from the edge, after a few minutes you finally stood and went to get ready for the day, the mirrors in the room covered and your eyes never on the windows... with slow pace you made your way to the bathroom, with the natural light made it feel more hollow, as if the walls were paper and anyone could break them to reveal your naked being. After a few hours you finally left the place, your steps leaving invisible traces where you pass, with a cape and hood that partially covers your face...

When they met you they always made the same comment in some way or another, their smiles and their kind attitude bothered.

"She looks too much like you!" the female voice with surprise examined your face, her eyes wide open, with her legs slightly bent to be at the same height, then, a somewhat hoarse laugh filled your senses, your frowning of discomfort was heading to the man less than 2 meters away with his arms crossed in the form of pride, he simply nodded not before ending that 'actually she looks more like her mother’, everyone simply accepted it and after some more comments they were going to do something else.

So he approached and with his thick arm rested on your shoulders, gave some words to make you feel better, messing with your hair and returned to his work, you jaded without feeling really upset and with no one around you immediately smiled until one hand took yours and carried you with the others while the sounds of talk and glass became just an indistinguishable buzz.

Years and years ago it was like that, right now even if you would give anything for someone to make the comparison you could not stand to see you, you could not let someone else see you. For being the living image of your father.

When the night finally took the city back into its clutches and with your day finished you walk through the dark streets, the occasional lights as a guide back to your loneliness and tormented thoughts. Each step is more difficult than the previous one thanks to both physical and mental fatigue but you need to continue, you must.

For the memory of your family and for your own good. Already in front of the door and with soft movements you take the key out of your pocket and put it in the lock, you open and pass in the main corridor to the house, your pupils dilated to capture as much light as possible in the sea of darkness and groping to turn on the spotlights you guide yourself from the wall. When you turn on the lights and go into the living room you sit in the old sofa and torn from some parts.

You inhale and take the aroma of moisture as well as the dust settled in some corners, squint your eyes and hear the small squeaks from outside, but this condition does not last anything thanks to a few blows on the door. Somewhat surprised by this you turn your head a little and you only observe the door darkened by the little light that comes to it, not long after the sound is repeated but with greater intensity and less time intervals between each blow.

Slowly you get up and walk toward the door, back in the hallway, your hand moves toward your back pocket and firmly grabs the knife that rested there. You bend so that your eye is at the same height as the peephole and focus, the only thing visible were two silhouettes and nothing else; no details. Nothing. For this reason you tighten the handle of the knife even more without responding or making another movement. One of the two figures moves more than the other due to the blows it gives while the other seems weak to give the impression that its silhouette is leaning on the other.

With squinted eyes you expect them to leave or if they insist, if they try to enter... Your blood is frozen when you hear your name on the other side of the door, the voice is desperate and extremely familiar, your eyebrows are contracting and your grip on the knife makes you feel your hand throbbing as the other little as you are leaning against the door. And again, like an echo, the realization of a heart eroded by pain like a stone before the water again, feels like the exact momement of your disgrace.

Without thinking your hand that is leaning on the door moves to wrap the handle and turns it to open, for an instant three visible figures invade your eyes and everything seems like the first time. You remember standing in confusion when you saw two colorful heads being carried by his two big arms, your gaze ran from top to bottom until his head bowed and raised his eyebrows, with this you moved to allow them to enter.

The person in front of you is the image of that girl whom you loved and lamented so much, the one to whom you dedicated so many sleepless nights and tears thinking that you should have seen her body, to give her a worthy burial like the others, a farewell. Perhaps it is time to accept that you are no longer in your faculties, which is one of the many tricks that your mind plays. But when those pupils meet yours and her hand rests on your arm everything becomes real.

"(__)" you hear the repetition with restlessness, thoughts at a thousand per hour. And all you do is stick to the wall and move the knife arm slightly. Vi notices this, her intermixed expression of feelings and emotions but she looks at her companion and both pass with weakness, being in the middle of the room you close the door, your body trembles, you do not blink fearing the passage of time.

With a warm smile he introduced you to the girls and asked for your help to attend them in the mean time he prepared something for them to drink, the tallest sat in the chair that you were using before waiting for your father, the other; with blue hair like her irises walked all over the bar admiring the details.

You bit your cheek and grabbed another of the chairs that were on the table, and next to the girl you sat and swayed your feet until after a while you started talking, at first she did not talk too much, giving answers of a syllable. On Vander's return, he put the drinks on the table, four in total and grabbed a chair of his own, turned it and leaned on the back of it. He started talking to Vi and Powder to make them more comfortable, some laughs found a place that night as well as a new home for them.

At last you leave the door and walk to the room to see the girls still in the middle as if they did not want to intrude more, when recovering some of your previous stillness you observe them and notice the agitated language of the two. The arm of the dark-haired one fully supported in VI, which only walks to the armchair and helps the other to sit there, her gaze rises until she meets yours again and everything feels real again, "(__)" again says before walking towards you and wrapping you in it tightly "(__)" it sounds like a plague, she separates a little and rests its hands on your cheeks. A strange touch.

"It is you" her swollen eyes fill with tears but the only thing you can do without having completely exited the shock is to blink "Vi?" it comes out on its own and you feel how your eyes are on the verge of being on par with hers, she nods and smiles half-way, tears already fall down her cheeks and with greater force she embraces you again, without another word you open your eyes processing everything that happens and slowly the hand with which you hold the knife drops it to grab her shoulder, your gaze falls for a second on the girl sitting on your armchair but simply rests on Vi’s pink hair.

Tears begin to fall from one moment to another, your whole body clings to hers so as not to let it go again and your senses drown in a great intensity that makes her secure you with words and more tact. In a span of half an hour they finally separate from each other, before you can say anything she turns to the girl, "I need… we need to stay for today" The struggle in her voice is quite obvious "Please" when you see those eyes you can’t say no, figuratively and literally you can’t settle for.

"You can stay here or sleep in my bed" you sigh and rub your jaw to squat and pick up the knife "That’s what I can offer ", she nodded "Thank you, really" and while standing you keep the knife in your pocket and watch the other girl more "Caitlyn, she's Caitlyn" Vi clarifies as you check her body and see the tears, in her clothes; the dirt on her face and her shaken face.

You squeeze the jaw and raise your shoulders "Whatever…" you inhale delicately "Do I take care of your wounds or can you on your own?" you say as you walk to the desolate kitchen, Vi puts her hands in her pockets of her jacket "We can" now an air of some discomfort settles "Where is... well... everything?" she asks and walks to the frame where a door should be to enter the kitchen and lay her arm there. "In the bathroom" as if her presence was the most normal you try not to see her and eat a few cookies "It is better for you to rest" you say and walk until you are face to face "So decide, the sofa or my bed". The urgency in your voice as well as your modes are strange to Vi but she decides to let them go by now "Don’t worry, the sofa will be like a delicacy" you step and see the floor, she moves and you go to the living room.

You walk to your room and grab one of the few bedspreads and come back, you stand next to Caitlyn and stretch the bedspread, she raises her gaze and appreciates your face for a moment "Thank you" she whispers to the grip and put it on the sofa, you notice like tears form in her eyes and her face contracts but she bends her head and puts her eyes on something else. The familiarity of this action makes your eyes show pity but you do not ask when you do not want to worsen the emotions that she's probably feeling "You're welcome" you say flatly biting your tongue "lI'l go to my room" you take a fleeting look at each one before making way to your bedroom, no one answers or moves, just following you with their eyes.

When you close the door of the room you cover your mouth and exhale with fear, this cannot be possible, Vi, alive but, how? As if you had been repressing all your pain, it hits you once more, memories beat and bleed as if there were no tomorrow. You saw your dead father… the others are gone and she was too.

At midnight and somewhat calm you smoked with the windows closed thinking and thinking when the door opened without further do, the brightness of the moon was barely able to discern the new presence but you did not react, too exhausted for that. You just watch and wait but don't talk until a few seconds later, "(__), Can we talk?" Vi whispers but sounds so clear in contrast to the dead silence that remained so the exhalation seemed like a jester but you whisper in confirmation and VI walks to the edge of the bed and takes a seat.

Before she can talk you take that opportunity "Where were you?" You wanted to scream, cry again, smile and hug her for days, feel relief, but the affliction was dominating you. "You were dead" your face begins to contract and your teeth cut your tongue. She closes her eyes and tilts her head with her hands against the bedspread "I know, I’m sorry… I thought I was doing the right thing and in the end I ended up doing more damage, I tried to go back with Jinx, but Marcus…" the emotions seem to be too much.

"And after so many years in that prison. When I left I tried to fix things, I was told that you were gone, even that you were dead" she breathed trembling and you know it by being attentive to the sounds, the view not very reliable at the time but what was allowed to see is how she tries to maintain her composure "Ekko tried to help us but-" what? Ekko what? You press the tip of the cigarette against the ashtray to turn it off and wait for her to finish but she does not. You blow and let go of the last smoke, another emotion invades you, a lasting feeling but embarrassed to admit, even for yourself.

You take the courage to say it out loud, in the end, all this has been very stressful. "I told you to wait for me" you started with a knot in your throat and your lungs burning "I told you to wait, we had everything to go" now you feel your pressure rise and your body moves to try to filter your state. "I know, I know… I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, I didn’t know what else to do" she hurries to answer and slides to get closer to you, suddenly the room lights up thanks to a ray that announces the rain, there you see her face well and although only for a second it is like that, it is as if it has been engraved in your mind. You turn out your head and close your eyes with tears once again "No, you don’t know Violet" you open your eyes and bite your cheek "I thought they were all dead."

"Seeing that none of you were at home I ran to the damned place" Your words sound drowned and hardly come out with meaning "Only to meet my father’s corpse." you cover your eyes with the hand that previously held the cigarette "I did not even have the courage to see the bodies of others" Vi saw only listen with her heart about to break when imagining such a scene, repentance and guilt whispering inside, forcefully grab your hand, wants to listen, knows that she must.

When she moves his thumb to caress your palm a warmth envelops you slightly, you breathe with deep intention as more tears fall "When I returned, Silco had already taken the place with his followers, I had nowhere to go" you stop talking when you overwhelm yourself with everything, you bow your head, you breathe and breathe. "I had no idea (__)" answered Vi now in front of you and she hugged you again, "I'm sorry" Her hands squeeze your shoulders and take your smell, clinging to a part of her past with hopes that it hasn’t changed but inside she knows it’s impossible, she changed, Jinx changed and so do you.

"I wanted to blame myself, I wanted to blame you" you continue with heaviness "I wanted to blame everyone" you don’t give back the hug "I had a home and from one moment to another I had nowhere to go, I couldn’t even walk without being chased by those damned men and all for being my father’s daughter" the knot in your throat gets tighter "I couldn’t even be with Ekko because of the fear that the same thing would happen to him…" you pull away from VI. Another ray accompanied by thunder takes over the sky and the room lights up and reveals that both are directly seen when the darkness takes up its space "I also died that day" you clench your jaw and your teeth fight against each other "And now, after all this time you return without more?", "After years of crying thinking that I had turned my back on my family and that they had died because of that, you just knock on the door and bring an Enforcer asking for a place."

"It's not like that" Vi says and puts his hands on each shoulder "Then how is it?" Now you are the one who approaches "I wanted to look for you before", "And why didn’t you do it?" even though Vi understood your emotions, she couldn’t help but be frustrated by how you were behaving now "Because I looked for Po… Jinx, because I had to help Caitlyn and things happened" she says determined and moves her hands a little while they are still on your shoulders but you take them off with your arms, "And did you think it was a good idea to appear without further ado?" Vi buff when you stood up from the bed "I had no other choice (__), understand it" this for some reason makes you angry and you put your hands together creating fists "Option? Didn’t you have option VI?" You raise your arms and open your fists "You’ve always had options, Violet, but you always decide to take them without first thinking--.

With this Violet is equally annoyed and without standing only speaks with a tone that demonstrates this "Do you think I wanted all this to happen? I think about things but I decide to act, not just stand still doing nothing" you turn your eyes and walk through the bedroom raising your voice "And how did that work for us both?" VI comes back to jester, stands and crosses her arms " What do you mean?."

You bite your tongue and turn your back on it when you stop walking but you don’t answer, seconds pass silently before she asks you again, you turn around and watch her silhouette "Do you think I don’t blame myself too? Do you think I spent all those years in that shitty prison with a smile thinking about how I ruined everyone's life?" now she is the one who clenches her fists "Vander was also my father (__), you may think that because he was your biological father I do not feel his loss equally, but at least I tried to do something for him."

Without saying anything else she walks and opens the door to leave, leaving you with intense emotions and feelings, you sit in bed and cover your face, the bed shaking by the movements of your body. A few hours later you finally fall in surrender and the dream takes you in its arms.

The next morning you woke up before dawn and tired you went to the room with the surprise of seeing both of them sitting on the sofa, remembering the talk Vi and you u had hours ago you swallow some saliva, you continue your walk "You must be hungry" Caitlyn gets up and with the blanket in her arms follows you "You're very kind but no thanks" she turns around and sees Vi who lifts her shoulders and then rests her elbows on her legs, Caitlyn rolls her eyes before getting closer and giving you the blanket "Thank you very much, really" her lips create a little smile of gratitude and when she takes the blanket she closes her eyes for a moment and agrees, "It's nothing…" you narrow your eyes "Caitlyn" she stretches her arm and takes your hand gently when she starts shaking it.

""Of course, Caitlyn" you nod and stop taking her hand, she gives you a sympathetic smile again before walking, not without first saying that she goes to the bathroom to cool her face so you are alone in the kitchen for a few seconds, you leave the quilt on one of the bars and exhale putting your hands on the bar just a few centimeters from the quilt, You hear the footsteps of Vi behind you and close your eyes, swallow saliva again "It was not my intention to say what I said" you know it is better that whoever takes the conversation is you, it was always you who started conversations like this when both of them discussed things Milo said were very stupid.

"It’s just that, it was so sudden that you arrived; even now part of me thinks I’ve already gone crazy" a bitter laugh comes out of you without even moving to see your face "For so long I didn’t know what to do, my emotions were only getting worse" you grab courage and turn your body to be face to face "And when I saw you at the door… it was too much" she puts her hands in the pockets of her jacket and watches the kitchen "I understand what you feel, it was not easy for me either" she sighs with regret "I never thought you had that part in you" she smiles slightly "But I keep winning you, I wasn’t going to let you talk to me like that without giving you a spoonful of the same" finally she walks around and lays a portion of her back on the bar.

None of you speak for a moment, her presence being the only thing necessary to understand eachother. You try to understand what she has gone through and how it has affected her, you even come to compare situations with this new perspective. You think about any situation you have been in and imagine what it was of VI at the same time and that made your heart flutter. "Has anything changed between us?" You interrupt your thoughts to listen and now you travel to that topic, you have done it, of course.

"Do you want them to change?" The question could be taken literally but between the lines and between you knew the meaning of this, she busts with a smile and crosses her arms "Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at her and how she looks at you" you say looking at her from the periphery to see how her face matches the color of her hair and moves her head "I think we broke up without realizing it" now she crosses her legs and takes a more serious attitude and then talks "When all this is fixed… Can I keep seeing you?" Her melancholy tone seems as if she was saying goodbye.

You walk around and take your eyes to the floor "Maybe… just… that’s not like this time, ok?" now she laughs "You know me, pretty" when she finishes saying it, Caitlyn returns and Vi walks away from the bar.

After they talk they finally decide to leave and continue with whatever they have planned, the farewell becomes difficult but both are promised that things will improve. When opening the door of the house Caitlyn leaves first and now it is Vi's turn, you take a look and that way you say more things without the need to speak a syllable. You see them leaving and you feel something you never thought you would be able to experience again. Peace. Even for a second you feel it and think that things will improve, but it is a matter of time proving bad or good, the only thing you can do for now is wait. In the end a different kind of luck knocked on your door.

Dancing Queen

Neytiri Sully & Sully! Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 1,350

Summary: Neytiri was always de option of Y/N to practice her dances, after a long time without doing it she decides to return to the habit.

Written Curse: Use of Y/N! Third person!--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators! You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, Only seventeen, Dancing queen! See ya Darlings!

The steps of each individual were distant sounds in the tranquility of the tent, also audible were the whispers and the occasional squeal of some ikran. The surroundings illuminated thanks to the different fires scattered around the place, inside the tent was Y/N moving energetically and sometimes stopping to analyze her previous steps.

The fire that accompanied her gentile instructed the girl, both to see where she walked and to show her how to move; abrupt or delicate. Paying more attention to this she began again with some changes; she raised her arms, bowed, turned, even jumped until she was satisfied with the result of her effort. After a while her whole family was back.  Neytiri was the first to arrive, from a few meters from the tent she was able to distinguish the figure of her daughter thanks to the campfire inside. When she arrived she delicately slipped the cloth hung allowing a clearer view of what was happening in that space, with a smile building on her face she admired the dance with a certain nostalgic air.

Undisturbed as she knew that her mother was present she kept dancing until a memory came to her mind. She stopped and turned to Neytiri --Hello ma-- their eyes connected, finally she moved until she was next to her with the hand she had since in the other had her bow and caressed her head and bowed kiss her forehead --Hello-- she walked until she was in front of the structure where she left the bow --How are you going?-- with a grimace she approached her mother --it could be better--, --It will-- she posed her hand again but this time on her cheekbone, the other on her shoulder --Is dinner ready?-- the girl’s eyes opened for a moment and she hurriedly moved away from the contact with her mother, she gathered what was necessary and began to do it --I forgot-- her mother knelt down and sighed --Let me help you-- she stretched out her arm and opened her hand, she watched her for a few seconds until she gave her other utensils without first reprimanding herself for her carelessness --Thanks--.

The wood thunking rhythmically accompanied the cuts of the food that both made but the girl stopped and looked at Neytiri who paid her attention to the moment she stopped cutting --do you think you could help me?-- she was confused at the request of the child until she stood up and extended her arm as she had done recently. --I'm not at your Y/N level, I don't know how I could be of help, I think your father is a better option-- at the recommendation she laughed a little --Dad seems to have never moved a single bone when it comes to dancing… Don’t tell him what I told you that-- Neytiri continued cutting to disguise the smile that made room on her face --You will have to tell him that-- when she finished what seemed to her she grabbed things so that they would not get in the way on another place, seeing this Sully’s body reflected how happy she was for her disposition.

The exchange of words was little during the session, all the time Neytiri could not help but remember all the times when her daughter had asked her for such a favor.

It was always evident the like that Y/N Sully had for the dance, the dedication that she had to the activity, even though her whole family had ways and tastes very different from her own. They knew that there was no point denying the gift she had. Her parents were proud and at the same time surprised by how the girl could find the rhythm or melody in whatever it was and from there base her dance, on many occasions she asked her mom to dance with her to teach them their progress or the new learning of the day.

The little girl screamed for her mother as she ran to the tent where she was resting but with the cries she worried that when she entered immediately went to her --what happened, did you hurt yourself?-- she inspected her arms and then the torso, raised her jaw and moved it. Jake, who was eating quietly with the other children and who was already very well used to his daughter’s energy, spoke to his partner -- she is fine--. Neytiri turned to give him a quick look before focusing on the girl again --my dad is right-- with a frowning she asked her what was the reason for her cries --today I learned a new dance!-- of course, she thought, she was always excited to learn and that was her usual attitude but sometimes she forgot it. --Seriously?-- she calmed down and encouraged her --Why don't you teach us?-- the screams were sharpened and with her hands she took hers; that with some fatigue she suggested that her father was a better option to which she refused, Jake and the children began to cheer for her to do so, pretending defeat was guided by Y/N who explained step by step. At the end they received a series of applause, bowed and thanked -- very well, it is late, to sleep -- the children protested --obey your mother--, --We also Ma Jake-- this one complained but not without saying that the one who was the last to fall asleep would be a rotten egg, the last screams were given when trying not to be the egg. With smiles on their faces both parents went to bed until they fell asleep.

--The arm here-- she guided with her hand --the other like this-- she turned away and observed until she was satisfied and imitated the position --And then the step is like this-- she moved and agitated, then she waited for her mother to do the same and this time it was perfect so they could do the full dance. Every time when they joined hands or separated Neytiri saw the little version of her daughter, she felt her hands around the tiny fingers and remembered the laughter every time she made a mistake with a move but she always had the patience to repeat it every time and that had not changed a little even with the maturity she had reached.

In the final steps Jake came in and waited for them to finish, --I did not know you danced so well-- the two turned around and saw the mocking smile --Ma Jake-- her face told him not to say anything else and he caught it so he changed the subject --how did it go?-- , -Good-- in the middle of the answer the others entered with sleepy eyes --where were you?-- they all responded at once so it didn’t make much sense until Neteyam said again --Grandma asked us to do some things-- he sat on the floor, followed Lo’ak and Kiri, Tuk hugging Neytiri -- let’s eat so they can recover their energy-- Neytiri spoke and with her head she indicated Y/N to serve everyone.

--It came out as you wanted?-- Jake addressed the older Sully, some looking at her, -MMH?-- he grabbed a piece of food --your dance-- he bit a bit and then answered --Yes, thanks to Mom --he nodded and continued with his food but Kiri wasn’t going to leave it --why don’t you ask him for help later? I’ve never seen you dance with him-- Lo’ak and Neteyam suppressed laughs that their father noticed but ignored --It's a good idea I've always wanted to dance with you-- other laughs were heard, --What?-- he asked the teenagers as Y/N immersed herself in her hands --Nothing Ma Jake, nothing-- she glanced at the teenagers and child --eat-- and the conversation stopped there, for a moment she and Neytiri looked at each other smiling, she would actually have to talk to her father or give him intensive classes but it didn’t really bother her as she knew she would always be their dancing queen for both of them.

Never meant to be

Sully family & Sully! Fem/Pronouns Reader

Words: 6,358

Summary: It does not matter who's fault it is right now. You're gone, it won't be the same any more. In the way to your eternal rest, memories come out and fill the sad enviroment.

Written Curse: Use of (__)-Third person- I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!--Sorry for any mistake-- I tried to relate the stories with something of the funeral and scenes before, I hope it makes sense. I hope this is sad/angst but fluff too. -(__) has different ages in each memory. 6 months for this is pretty wild. See ya Darlings!

It was weak but it was still there, the lullaby made by the waves, accompanying those who were grieving. The water a little warmer but cold for the Sullys, burning their skin as memories flowed over the surface of the reflecting form.

Her body floating softer now it was lifeless, being encapsulated between large leaves and flowers, taken away from the village to a place unknown to all of them even after living there for weeks; there was not their home, not with pain clouding their senses. She's not coming back and it will be a long road before they can be together again.

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Kiri did her best to find a flower that only grew in remote places and very well hidden ones. She spent her days trying, but it seemed she would not succeed and that frustrated her. Everyone noticed this and asked her if there was anything they could do, she simply said it was nothing and continued with her tasks.

One night, after noticed how distracted she was, again, (__) talked with Mo'at about the matter.

Reaching the tent after dinner, (__) announced herself before entering given the permission to, she greeted with her hand raising and descending --I see you, grandmother-- Mo'at reciprocated --I see you granddaughter,What brings you on these sides? You haven’t come here for a long time-- She grabbed a few herbs putting them in a bag to direct her attention to collect others, without taking off the eyes of them she heard --I know Grandma, I’m sorry-- (__) squatted and then took a more comfortable position.

--But Kiri has been different these days-- Now the tsahik turned to look in her direction with the same calm as she crouched down --different?-- she placed the herbs in a bowl and began to grind them for a few seconds neither of them spoke, concentrating on how the bundle turned into a pasty mixture, the sound of fire breaking the wood causing their ears to move, --And haven’t you thought about asking her?-- This question sounded very innocent but it was obvious how sarcastic too, --Of course Grandma!, but she didn’t say anything-- Mo’at stopped grinding and her eyes met those of (__) raising her eyebrows and tilting her head a bit --And I should know--.

With her ears pressed to her head she answered almost whispering --maybe-- but quickly continued --She spends a lot of time training and healing with you-- at the end the eldest shook her head laughing a little --You care too much granddaughter of mine-- And she went on to mix it again --If it helps you and Kiri, I think I know what’s going on. I told her about a very rare ingredient that I use in several of my mixes, but I no longer have it and I have not been able to find any, not even the pickers-- when she finished and saw that the texture was the best she stopped and picked up a few rags.

At the same time (__) came closer to her --How is it?-- Mo'at could see the determination in her eyes, after thinking a little about whether to tell her or not, she gave in and then gave her the details of said flower.

The days passed, (__) spent less time in the clan returning untidy and sometimes with cuts. Something that worried the Sully’s, another girl who behaved differently than usual, but this would not last long.

Kiri tended to several with their wounds, focused on making the right moves and putting in the right amounts that ignored a figure who walked beside her and sat a few feet away from her.  Mo’at, who was attending to another na’vi, spoke --When you finish with him, take care of your sister, I have already done it too much--- So Kiri looked up, first to her grandmother who with some seriousness saw (__) then to the same one who offered a small embarrassed smile lowering her gaze.

Without saying anything and keeping her eyes for a few more seconds she continued to heal the wound. At the end she grabbed her things and went with her older sister observing those that required more attention first --what happened this time?-- (__) frowned trying to disguise the satisfaction of the task that left her in such a state --MH?-- Kiri exhaled somewhat tired --You know what I mean and don’t try to deny it (__)--She ran her fingers through the mix and spread it on the first wound getting a few moans of pain --Didn’t you think about what might happen to you?-- Turning her eyes for the scolding she opened his mouth for the first time to speak not before making other sounds for the burning --Mom and Dad already scolded me enough … I’m fine, Thank you--. Kiri quickly took her arm and extended it so that she and her sister could see it and bending over to see her face. --Is this being fine?-- --Kiri-- now (__) had a tired tone, Kiri’s uneasy face relaxed and looking for her sister’s look tried to be more delicate --What do you think you were doing?-- Studying her face a little and looking for the words to explain herself and make the surprise a good surprise --Little sister it won't happen again-- --I hope so-- she returned to focus her attention on the wounds --If you continue this strange, I will be the one who will have to take care of you--.

--Now I am the one who acts weird?-- Again they connected glances but Kiri shook her head and attended another cut --I don’t know what you’re talking about-- (__) brought her face closer to hers --Really?-- --Ugh-- she took some bands and wrapped them around her sister's arm --You are the one who is acting weird I’m fine-- (__) nodded slowly with lips a little pressed but her tail somewhat restless, her head looking at some shops began her “little plan” --TUK!-- Without turning but her eyes focused on Kiri continued with a smile forming --Then I think I’ll have to see what I do with all this-- The steps became more audible as they got closer, soon after Tuktirey appeared holding a basket --Hi Kiri!-- When she was close she extended the basket, when she took it, the little Tuk just as she came she went --Goodbye Kiri!-- with some caution she opened the lid to meet several flowers, the same that she spent many days searching without success Her mouth opened a little, her eyes opened a little more, after a few seconds she looked at (__) with the same expression and then at Mo’at --she is quite persuasive, as stubborn-- with bowl in hand went to her tent. --And?-- Her face full of happiness and fun for Kiri's attitude, but only received a slap on the face --Auch!, what was that for?-- --For being a skxawng-- With hands running her arm and without erasing that smile from her face --I can show you where there are more-- taking the basket and putting it in another place she observed them for another time --they are beautiful … I like them-- (__) confessed --Thank you-- softening her expression --It is nothing Kiri, anything for my siblings-- now it was Kiri's mouth that curved to share the smile.

Kiri sat next to (__) and laid her body and head on hers. --I think you better collect more, grandmother will reproach you every time you approach to her the times she has had to attend you--. She exhaled amused since it was most likely --as you say-- her posture became rigid and made a military signal that her father had taught them. Giving another pat but on the back of the neck she rolled her eyes without losing her smile --I'll reserve some for you, you'll need them-- --You talk like I'm always in trouble-- her tail moved as she remembered the many times her brother had gotten in trouble and where she had to heal him.

--You behaved like lo’ak--. Kiri felt (__)’s head lying on hers, she closed her eyes and (__) answered --That’s why you scolded me? I am older, I am the one who should scold you--.

--I was worried-- settling more into the gap that she had in the neck of (__) and her chest, focused on listening to her heart. --You don’t need to worry about me-- and neither said anything, enjoying each other’s company. Kiri then thanked the great mother for giving her the family she has, for the support and love they gave her and give her, for being in the here and now. Her arms encircled her sister's figure and hers her shoulders.

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The cold wind caressed the face of Lo’ak who was still sleeping, the external activity diluted in his listening announced the morning, feeling the lack of body heat at his side, it took him a while to open his eyes that to his surprise the light was already abundant, he stretched as much as he could, he left his resting place and went to breakfast.

When he arrived he was greeted by his family, first by his mother who stretched his arm to his head and kissed it, then by his father --Did you sleep well son?-- Jake asked by taking a piece of food and Lo’ak settling down next to his mother and Neteyam answered --Yes Father-- by bowing he grabbed a few pieces of food, leaving no room for further conversation (__) continued to swaying and asking --Daaaaaaddd pleaasseeee--.

Neytiri, who helped Tuk to eat, replied --(__), your father already told you no-- with this the girl made a few grimaces, without stopping her action her dad interfered --What will you do there?-- Before answering Neteyam spoke --She's going with a boooyyy-- he didn't dissimulate the smile and immediately made sounds to imitate kisses --Puagh! I'm not!-- with disgust she pulled out her tongue while the other children laughed but her mother looked at them to stop and so they did but in a while the ones emerged a little, --Very good, but you take your brother, today Kiri and Neteyam have their trainings-- As if she had never been sitting, she started jumping around and then hugging her dad for a long time, --Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-- and hastily sat down to eat, with a small look at Lo’ak. Neytiri who at that time had finished eating and was now focused on Tuk saw Jake with a smile that he tried to hide when he saw her along with Mo'at.

When they finished eating Lo’ak and (__) went to the spring, the wet grass as well as the weather made the road lighter, concentrated in the view that although it was not possible to see beyond 4 meters was abundant, the sounds of his own steps, insects or even the wind was enough to relax the little one and make his body feel sleepy but the grip of (__) hand with his hand was enough to keep walking. After several moments of the walk the water hitting and joining with another was already heard as well as several laughs and other movements.

Lo’ak watched his sister dive more and more into the spring, from time to time pouring water or dipping her head. --Lo’ak! Come!-- (__) called her brother with a sign, the one who was sitting playing with some toys just shook his head and continued with his game, the water was too cold for his taste but, (__) wouldn't take a no for an answer, she had come to have fun and wanted her brother to do it too. But as soon as she thought of something to convince the child she would enjoy the spring.

Dipping and dipping she noticed a close flash, curiously she approached, came out of the water to take a breath of air and dive again, extending her left hand and grabbing the object. This moved a little, when she opened her mouth by the surprise she had to leave to not take or breathe the water. --Lo’ak! Lo’ak!-- He raised his head and saw his sister walking quickly towards him. --Come, look what I found!-- Her face no longer reflected surprise but joy like her body language, again shook his head --I don't want-- (__) clasped her hands together and asked again --Come on Lo'ak! If you do then I'll play with you whatever you want, but come-- thinking about it for a few seconds, he accepted and took the hand of (__).

When he touched the water he moved back a little by the temperature but his sister gave him a squeeze with her hand and a look to encourage him, as he walked more and the water reached his torso he had already become accustomed to the cold. When they got to a certain point they stopped, the elder pointed her head and spoke --There it is, ready?-- She noisily breathed in and waited a little for Lo’ak to do the same, in doing so they both put their heads in and with their eyes wide open they searched for what had excited his sister so much.

When he saw a little figurine of pastel colors and that with the passing light shone, as (__) he tried to touch it, but when his hands did he felt a peculiar texture, without having the same reaction, he only pulled his hand and watched the little figure come out antennae and move slowly on the rock on which it rested.

It was a snail he had never seen before, a very nice one, smiling he came out to breathe and began to laugh, next door his sister saw him and just imitated him. Already in a less deep place both walked looking at the rocks and stones below and the leaves that had fallen and floated aimlessly, some of the na’vi were no longer there, they had returned to the clan so it was calmer.

As the child that is Lo’ak it occurred to him that it would be fun to surprise his sister. As slow as he could was approaching (__), he bent down and her hands formed small spaces, when she turned to hear her brother approach she was greeted by nonstop water splashes with laughter, she tried to shelter her face with her arms but it was quite difficult so she decided to fight back, thus initiating a battle that neither of them would be willing to lose.

Hours later the only thing they did was rest, when one said they had given up and the other believed they took advantage to throw water again, the other did it too. Her hair moved according to the waves, as did her garments that barely floated. The light was dim by the leaves that covered the spring.

Looking at her face, Lo’ak appreciated every detail of her sister, even how serene she was even seemed to have fallen asleep. Almost as a sigh Lo’ak said her name, she opened her eyes and waited --I thought you were sleeping-- she shook her head. --It is better that we go to the clan, surely we have passed the food-- Turning a little leaning on her knee and squeezing her hair to remove the excess water, his brother did the same and taking by the hand they collected the toys to leave.

Back his head followed a thought that had formed at breakfast time, at his father’s condition and decided to clarify it even if it hurt his feelings, --(__), did you want to come with me?-- For the sudden question she stopped the steps, the sister who saw the face of her brother understood what he meant --Hey… why wouldn’t I want? with brothers as “cool” as you-- she broke her grip and swirled his hair with a smile before it got serious --I'm here Lo'ak, ok?-- without much thought he nodded.

They grabbed hands again and continued their way home without looking back.

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Neytiri had already finished several of her tasks for the day, one of her last was to go hunting, walking among the hammocks and some roots she carried her bow and arrows with constant step, the eclipse was approaching remarkably so it was necessary to get something before the night covered every corner of the forest.

Before she could completely leave the clan and call her ikran’s attention, she was attracted by a creak that frightened her, turning around quickly she found nothing less than her eldest daughter holding her own bow, her own eyes open --sorry ma, I didn't mean to scare you-- calming down immediately she signalized to her to approach her --what happened darling?-- slowly shook her head as she shortened the distance, arriving Neytiri surrounded with her arm the head of (__) charging it at the end of her collarbone --no, I just wondered if... could I go with you?-- --Nothing would make me more happy-- before continuing she separated a little to take her face in her hands and observe it a while --My great hunter is not yet big enough to think that hunting with her mother is thing of the past-- the cheeks of (__) warmed up to remember how those last weeks she was alone or with other young na’vi --mom!!-- a smile crossed by both in a moment, --It is better that we go at once-- without another word they walked until they reached the place that seemed right to them and called their ikran.

Already in the place that Neytiri had planned both began with the task, as cautious as possible they roamed the forest, tracking and following the chosen prey.

The rope was stretched until the arm reached its ideal point, the tip centered in the sight and with one last breath her hand released the rope, the arrow accompanied by another giving in different objectives, without wasting time they approached and performed the prayer.

--You have improved a lot in your aim-- --Thank you-- when she met her eyes her mother nodded --when the time comes you will take my father’s bow-- (__) who was preparing the animals to be loaded stopped the action taking again her eyes to those of Neytiri with disbelief --But Mom-- Neytiri interrupted --A bow must be strong, endure all the times it is used and those that do not, the person who wears it must be as strong as one, is one more part of who wears it; just as important as the heart, it is decided-- she finished preparing the animals herself, turning just to make her posture clearer, (__) nodded and then helped with what remained to be done.

On the flight back, the girl's mind wondered why that decision, despite being honored and happy she was also confused and even a little worried because that bow was one of the few things that her mother kept from her own father and therefore from her old home but she would not question it otherwise as it was what her mother wanted.

After dinner averyone went to their hammocks to sleep and be ready for the next day, including the Sully’s, each to their respective but before Neytiri could go with Jake, her daughter asked to talk to her.

Already set aside for others to rest, (__) sat on a rock and waited for the moment she thought was most appropriate to ask by tilting her head a little towards Neytiri --how was my grandfather?-- She stood behind (__), she took a great inhalation as soon as she sat next to her, looked at the stars standing still in the sky, --He was one of the strongest people I have ever met, wise and determined, even though Oloeyktan, he was someone who inspired confidence, love.-- The memories crossed her mind good and not so good but made tears find place in her eyes --Sometimes you look a lot like him, I'm sure he would be very proud of all of you.--

(__) In her periphery saw how her mother's face changed according to her emotions, her hand rested on top of hers --so would he be with you-- Neytiri turned her head to see (__) that she did not look at her directly swallowed saliva and tried to say something, she took off her tears with her hand --I wish it was, it is time for us to return-- and so they did.

Before (__) lay in her hammock she pulled Neytiri into a big hug putting her ear on her chest --rest ma, see you tomorrow-- with a kiss on the crown of her head for the last time she spoke -- you too, ‘ite’-- that’s how the night ended, the clan resting quietly.

The bows rested one above the other in their designated place waiting for another use, while dreams visited everyone, Neytiri dreamed of her father, she was again a girl and he was as always a great man.

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The little Tuk ran from one side to another screaming, the na’vi and people around her gave small glimpses toward her direction somewhat confused by her actions, as she stopped she turned around with her eyes going through every possible corner, attentive to any suspicious movement. But for a while there was no action to alert Tuk, for a moment her face was covered in confusion.

But as she let her guard down, two arms surrounded her figure –-I got you!-- Tuk shouted again but it was mixed with laughter --not true!-- And tried to break free repeatedly until she gave up, when (__) let her go, she resumed her escape --Hey, that's not fair-- she shouted but the girl ignored and kept running toward the tent of the whole family, with the things that were there she tried to hide and keeping silent, she waited.

After several minutes she heard as someone approached and entered the tent, holding her breath she watched as the na’vi moved to the other side, that’s when Tuk noticed that it was not (__).

But lo’ak who squatted and pulled something out of a basket, but when he stood and turned around he realized that the little girl was in the same space, carrying a scared look for a moment he asked --what are you doing?-- --Shh-- without being quiet, Lo'ak asked again, raising his voice --Shhhh!,What do you not see that I am hiding?-- he immediately answered --No-- and without further, he left the tent.

Other minutes passed and Tuk was already more than bored, she thought that, since (__) had not entered there perhaps she had forgotten their game and that she could already leave and not worry too much so she did but as she walked toward the entrance she didn't notice the shadow that was expected on the cloth of the store, When she left, she was back between two arms, the same ones that had imprisoned her moments before – I knew you were here-- --(__)!-- She laughed a little, --I win-- at that moment she let go of her, but the girl didn’t move from her side-- it’s not true, you cheated, that doesn’t count-- Tuk pressed her lips and changed her posture so that her sister knew how she was feeling.

--Cheated? How I cheated?-- Her tone of voice reflected the confusion she presented at what her younger sister said --surely you pretended that you forgot that we were playing to distract me and sure Lo’ak told you where I was-- Now she was the biggest grimace – I didn’t forget anything and Lo’ak hasn’t even spoken to me since breakfast -- Tuk’s tail stopped moving abruptly, his ears just as still – really?-- -- promise TukTuk-- she took a hand to her heart to make it better understood what she was telling the truth, Tuk seemed quite satisfied with that and she accepted it --that’s good because others usually do it when we play--. So (__) knelt down to level with her sister and seeing her in the eyes --then I promise I will never forget when we play together-- Tuk smiled and with his hand imitated her sister’s previous action --And I… promise… never forget anything-- ----what?-- The expression was funny because of her sister’s somewhat vague promise --Yes, I will never forget anything, nor of this-- raising an eyebrow the kneeling Sully asked --Really? Then I hope you never forget that I am your sister-- she composed her posture rolling her eyes--it seems that Lo’ak and Kiri already did-- the latter was more for herself but Tuk managed to hear and laughed, without saying anything else they heard how her mother called them to eat, --Yeah, i promise--

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Neteyam had finished his practices for the day so he decided to go and walk to relax, he knew that his father expected that when he finished he would immediately return to the clan, half a year ago that the people of heaven had returned and Jake was more strict and hard on them, plus he was busier. So he tried his best not to stress his father and make him proud, just like anyone, he needed time to rest.

So thinking of returning to the clan before worrying anyone, he went on his way, observing the flora and fauna, eating from the fruit he found, memorizing the parts of the forest where he was. After a long time he remembered what he had planned watching as he was close the eclipse ran as fast as he could as his ikran was not close. When he arrived and was under the camp he called his ikran in a hurry, without having stepped on, first he heard the cry of his father and then his figure approaching with tense posture –-did you already realize the time you arrive!?-- --I’m sorry, sir.-- But this response only seemed to infuriate Jake who immediately thought of some punishment for his eldest son –-A sorry doesn’t help me when you don’t even seem to care!-- Neteyam lowered his head, biting his tongue to the point of drawing some blood.

What else could he say? He knew that if he told the truth he would only make things worse and if he didn't say anything else he would take his father out of his boxes, at that time to remain silent and Jake's to wait, (__) approached knowing what was going on from her father’s screams, and to try to help, she spoke –-Neteyam, did you get the stones?-- both turned to see her confused --What do you mean sweetheart?-- asked Jake, for a second the ears of (__) went down but quickly replied --an apology father, I asked Neteyam some things for a project I have-. --And the stones?-- Jake turned to Neteyam who stuttered a bit trying to give an answer that was credible –- I didn’t find any special for (__), sorry --Do not worry brother, another day will be–- with some doubt and without discomfort already some Jake accepted the fact and left everything with a warning that they should always warn with issues like this to avoid worries --it will not happen again father--, -It better not-.

When Jake disappeared from their field of vision, Neteyam spoke -– why do you lie to him? You shouldn’t have done that-– something tired (__) put her hands on her brother’s shoulders --did you see how he was? He almost takes your teeth out one by one-- he sighed – anyway, that was wrong – with one hand he pushed the hands away from (__) -- when he finds out that I never looked for anything, what will we do?-- She raised an eyebrow – what else could we do? Tomorrow you bring me any stone and I will pretend that I loved it–For a moment, Neteyam watched his sister in disbelief. Had she lied before? --We won’t do that-- she escoffed, --As you wish, so what do you suggest?-- --We won’t do anything, this was my fault.-- (__) turned her eyes and before turning around she said, --very well-- and finally marched to leave Neteyam with his thoughts.

The next morning, as if he was not between his father’s expectations, he woke up late, possibly it was already noon. He rushed out to apologize and start his arc practices immediately. But Jake did not recriminate anything, to the surprise of the boy and his mother - thank (__) who warned me of your great ability, this day you can rest as much as you want but I will not allow it to always be that way, did you hear boy?-- --Yes, father, thank you very much-- without further ado, he did. In the night when he saw the eldest, he thanked her but she shook her head and with a confessed smile – you earned it – she shook her brother’s head and finished –now rest Tey– –you too (__)--. And with that they went to sleep without seeing eachother in the eyes.

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It had been a busy day but full of fun and new discoveries with his friends, his family. Removing the mask that helped him move in Pandora, Spider opened the second control door, when Norm entered he received it as usual.

--Hello Spider! How did everythin went?-- --It was great Norm, Kiri showed me plants I had never seen before and then with Lo'ak, Neteyam and (__) we went to explore a place she found, There were a lot of bugs and they ate some-– Spider only laughed at what happened as they had also joked with each other but Norm made an expression of disgust thinking about their texture and taste --Very well I do not want to know more details, Go take a shower so we can eat-– Spider breathed out his shoulders and walked down heavily to where the showers were --ok-- without having moved too far he stopped and without losing another second he passed his hands on Norm’s clothes and ran to his room --Spider!-- he shouted with his hands outstretched seeing the dirt and what looked like drool on his shirt and some of his pants, with a sigh of defeat he went to change and make Spider bath.

Well into the night and after having dined Spider lay on his bed, just below Norm's and before he went up the boy asked why he never learned the ways of the Omaticaya to be one of them, he settled on the edge of the bed --well-- he squeezed his lips --Jake was the first, he was taught as he was not a scientist and I was a little jealous- Spider curved an eyebrow --Something?-- Norm frowned --Don't you believe me?-- The boy shook his head and denied, Norm forrowed his eyebrows and nodded slowly --I guess I was very jealous, I had spent many years learning so that someone who barely knew what photosynthesis was or knew what skxanwngg meant would have been accepted into the clan… but then Grace and I had the opportunity to live with the Omaticaya, everything seemed to improve.

After the war I still had the opportunity to ask and more with Jake being Oloeytktan but at that time I realized that it was really not something that was for me... plus-- he shook the hair of Spider --Someone has to take care of you-- --The other guys take care of me too-- he moved his hand away from himself --Yes, but I'm the one who does it most of the time-- Spider was silent thoughtfully and yawned, --I guess-- Norm shook his head with a smile, --Good night kiddo-- --Good night Norm--.

The next day Spider went out again to meet the Sully's near a river, even if (__) did not arrived yet he and the others started playing, Neytiri and Jake watching them, for a while they chased, they swooped down and the boy pulled their tail until being a little calmer the mud hit them right on their faces, with their mouths wide open they saw that the cause was her older sister --(__)!-- the children shouted while she laughed, they took off the mud and began to grab more.

When she saw this her tail tightened and ran away as quickly as possible --don't run coward!-- Lo’ak shouted --try to catch me fools!-- and as the challenge that was all came out shot in her direction – children!-- They barely heard how Jake called them, but they continued as they knew she would not return until it was safe and accelerated the pace further, just as if they were for the prey that runs away from the hunter. They all took different routes, Spider running on the ground just like Kiri, while Lo’ak and Neteyam took their route on the tree branches.

The further they advanced Spider recognized the way as he and Lo’ak sometimes passed by and had even made a shorter path, so he took it for the sake of everyone’s revenge.

After running a little more he managed to see the figure of (__) that now ran less, so as not to frighten her or to make her notice his presence he slowed down until he only gave step by step with caution when she had stopped completely, examining her surroundings for any alert that her siblings were nearby, she took a long time to notice Spider as lightning came out at her, when she did it was already falling and being muddy --Spider!-- (__) she shouted before removing the child next to her and the mud, when she stood up she asked --Do you think it's funny?-- --It is--Spider smiled and she gave him a bitter one, before he could walk a few beads and ties fell to the ground, as if she had never been blue (__) she felt the blood leaving her body --what is that?-- --Nothing-- she wanted to pick them up but Spider had already done it with some --this is for a songcord-- without being able to lie (__) exhaled and sat on the wet ground nearby,he did the same, she extended her hands to him and spoke --it's yours-- Spider remained silent for a while --mine?-- She nodded --I thought maybe you could make your own cord, I wanted it to be a surprise-- -- but I am not a na'vi -- she immediately answer -- you are, You are na'vi as much as me or my mother and every na'vi has their songcord-- she tilt her head to him grab the beads and the ties in her big hands and so he did --If you want I can help you--without giving answer Spider stood and hugged with all his streght to (__) who received it --Thank you.--

The sound of creaking branches and moving plants reached the ears of both who with just a glance and a smile grabbed mud and ran out to the cause of the noise.

Days later Norm analyzed samples when Spider passed at great speed but he noticed something hanging from the boy's waist, a musical string.

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The flora illuminated the night landscape in different colors, occasionally reacting to the outside activity of the still awake animals. In a hammock several meters from the ground one family rested peacefully, huddled on top of the other.

However one of the dreams was interrupted, Jake felt how some hands grabbed his arm and in periods squeezed or shook it but the state in which he was not paying much attention to this until he heard whispers calling him. He slowly opened his eyes until he got used to the darkness, highlighting the figure of his older daughter who was closer than he expected. Clearing his throat he spoke in a low voice so as not to disturb anyone else -- What happened my child?-- regulating her tone to her father's and without letting go -- I had a nightmare--

--Oh really?-- (__) nodded – And what was it about?-- -– We were in the mountains and mom and you were flying but I didn’t, so I wanted to fly and I tried to get on an ikran but none wanted and then – her tail swung in times – you left and I wanted to fly alone so you wouldn’t left me-- Still sleepy he listened to the story of his daughter that seemed to have really affected him since also the grip of his hands on his arm increased and decreased as it did.

-But I didn't fly-Focusing as much as possible on her even that it would not make much difference, he placed one of his hands on the girl's head to move her until he caressed her cheek. --And why did we leave without you?-- (__) moved her eyes until they reached their limit when thinking about it for a while --I don't know, but I didn't like it, you wouldn't leave me, right?-- Without taking away any of his hands that touched them both, surely Jake spoke --of course not, we would never leave without you--.

--Pinkie promise?-- Jake laughed a little but hooked his little finger to hers who was already waiting for him --I promise, now go back to sleep-- she pulled her hands off his arm, lay down and closed her eyes, Jake following took a deep breath settling down to sleep, He concentrated on reconciling this --Dad-- without moving and to let (__) know that he was listening to her although she looked at him he made a kind of murmur --MH?--.

--I would not leave without you either-- Sometimes the words, the innocence and spontaneity with which she said them made Jake form a big smile and in other desire to laugh, In this case even something tender --seriously?-- --Yes-- he gently scratched his temple --that's good, your mother and I will not let you go anywhere until you are your grandmother's age-- (__) covered her mouth to suppress the sound of her laughter that tried to come out even more when Jake leaned one of his arms against his figure --But now back to sleep--.

The sounds of the atmosphere returned to their place in the hammock for a few seconds --Dad?-- (__) put one of her hands back on his arm with a small squeeze waiting for some answer, this being another murmur --I love you-- --I love you more (__)-- He closed his eyes and losing the grip of his hand sleep and stillness came.

With the security that his father gave him little by little, she embraced the rest that her body asked him without thinking about anything else.

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Her body was now embraced with houndred of tendrils, dissapearing in front of the eyes of her loved ones, everything felt unreal for them. Because it was unreal. For years they fought to be happy but ir seems they were never meant to be.