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[froot-loops-cereal]

beautiful boy (darling boy)

neteyam x gn! na’vi reader

Warning: Spoilers for Avatar: Way of Water

Tags: angst, hurt, fluff, depictions of blood, character death

Summary: One last story. He wanted you to tell him one last story before the Great Mother took him into her arms.

This one-shot is based off of the song beautiful boy (darling boy) by John Lennon !

Important Na’vi vocab:

Nga yawne lu oer - “I love you” (You beloved are to me)“

Hayalovay - “Until next time.“

Word Count: 2158

                                             𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼                                                 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻

You were told to be hospitable to the Omatikaya Clan arrivals. They were clueless, not knowing the way of the sea and of the water. Their bodies and tails were thin and they could go no more than a few minutes under the sea until they swam up to the surface gasping for air.

There was no way to relate to them at all.

Except through storytelling.

“There was a group of tulkun in unfamiliar seas. Used to the warmer waters of his home, they were slower and weaker in the cold,” you introduce one day when the chatter started to die down. “Their fins were smaller, and their skin softer, but still they tried to acclimate themselves with their new environment.“

You began to tell them stories whenever you sat at the light of the bonfire. Storytelling was a common practice and kept the memories of the ancestors and Na’vi brethren alive. Every ear that listened to these stories was another connection, another branch that kept the names and actions of the people renewed in their minds and in their hearts.

In your case, you made up stories to tell them every now and then. Their youngest, Tuk, was especially receptive to the adventures you depicted through your words. Lo’ak always interjected, trying to guess what happens next.

Though you’d always make sure the story didn’t follow his predictions  — this, Neteyam noticed very early on.

“Then the tulkun get attacked??“ Lo’ak pipes in, leaning forward to try and hear better. “They’re in infested waters, they have to get attacked. I got attacked, y’know? When I was left alone.”

“Shh.“ Neteyam shushes his brother. “Let them speak.“

You shoot him a sympathetic look before continuing, the crackling fire casting your shadow so that it loomed above the sand. “No. The tulkun are welcomed by the waters, greeted and taken in.”

Whether that was your actual plan or if you simply wanted to be spiteful, Neteyam didn’t know, but he enjoyed seeing his brother’s expression drop nonetheless.

Soon, even on days you didn’t meet with them around the bonfire, Neteyam would approach you in the waters and ask you to continue your stories. He watched every change in expression, every ministration of your fingers in demonstration. 

“[Name], can you continue that story for me?“

When you glance over at Neteyam, his eyes are trained on you, moonlight revealing the specks of color amongst his ocean of emerald green. He is completely silent, awaiting your response.

You laugh.

“Of course.” The enthusiasm in your tone makes his ears perk up, watching you shift your body to face him. “One of the new tulkun grew curious and restless. Having been taught to swim faster in warmer water, it was difficult for him to change.”

You dip a hand into the tide, drag your fingers against the sand absentmindedly. He scoots in slightly closer, not willing to miss a single detail. It wasn’t the content that made the stories interesting, it was you.

Visiting you went from twice a week to daily. At some point your encounters with him became something you looked forward to as well. It no longer felt nerve racking to try and talk to him.

“[Name].” There it was again, that bright voice.

Your head tilts, ears flattening to the sides of your head, watching him curiously. “You’re on time. I don’t know how you don’t grow bored coming to hear me continue this story everyday.”

Neteyam keeps his eyes on the ground, shrugging. “I just don’t. And I never will.”

His words are a catalyst, a dark blush spreading across your face like wildfire. You pray he was too busy inspecting the sand to even glance up at the starstruck look on your face. You continue the story about the new tulkun family, but somehow in someway the story almost starts to sound like the interactions between you and him instead.

One day in particular however, he doesn’t ask for a story. He comes to you with a troubled expression, his lips stretched in a thin line.

“Neteyam?“ He seats himself next to you in the sand, stretching out his feet in front of him to catch the low tides. “Are you alright?“

“Yes, I am.“ He lies through his teeth. “I just needed a place to think.“

After some time, you extend your hand out to touch his shoulder. “What’s on your mind? I will listen, and if you ask me to, I will forget.”

The night time is calming as the stars begin to peak through the sky and dance in the dark. You stay quiet at first, give him time to think and collect his thoughts, because he doesn’t seem the type to vent his heart out.

To your surprise, Neteyam looks you straight in the eyes. “It’s difficult.” He quickly doubles back on the statement, stuttering. “No, not not living here. I meant it’s difficult trying to please my dad. He’s strict, especially to Lo’ak. I wish I could be a better brother, or a better son.”

Your gaze softens.

“Be honest with both of them.” You speak from the heart, smiling sadly up at him. “You are his first born, but you’re also young. He expects a lot from you, Neteyam. You need a moment’s rest too.“

The tide sweeps past your feet and grazes your finger tips while the Na’vi boy in front of you sits in deep in thought.

“You’re the first person I’ve told that to.“ He looks away in shame. “You know, I love it when you tell us stories. Because even for one moment or two, it helps me forget —  the stress and all. It helps me a lot. ”

He didn’t need to say anything else, you understood.

“I see you, Neteyam.” You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life.

His eyes widen, but the edges of his lips curl up into a relieved smile. “And I see you, [Name].”

He was so different, yet so similar to you. You wanted to learn everything about him, to be able to encompass his emotions in your soul. Back then you were so certain that this was the beautiful fate that Eywa bestowed upon you.

So how did it end up like this?

“Just hold on, Neteyam,“ you urge, pressing the base of your palm against his open wound.

The rest of the Sully family had told you to stay on the rock with Neteyam out in the open sea, instructed you to keep applying pressure on his wound while they went to go and save the girls. 

So you did as they said, laying his back down across your thighs and keeping one hand pressed against the gunshot opening. The other supported the back of his head, your panicked expression studying his evident fatigue.

“Can— can you tell me...“ Neteyam trails off, his voice barely a whisper and you swear that when he opens his mouth to speak again his words get carried off by the wind. “... the story.“ 

He swallows hard, his pupils trembling under the fading sun.

“...Tell... Continue.“

“I’ll tell you when we get back.“ Your eyes plead for him to hold onto whatever bit of his spirit remained here with you. “Please. Hold on. We’re going to make it. I promise.“

He shakes his head, his breathing shallow. “No. Finish it. It’s — “ he breathes in sharply, the blood on his body seeping past your fingers. “—  all I ask.”

To finish the story would mean to bring it to a conclusion, to tell it into completion. But you didn’t want this story to end. You had always left off on a point that was continuable the next time you met, yet he continues to beg for an ending.

There really was no other choice.

“Okay. Save your words and your strength, I’ll finish the story.“ You concede, hanging your head low so he doesn’t see the tears that flood your water line. “But I’ll tell you a new one when we get back.“

Everything is a haze in front of you and you can barely collect your thoughts against the hammering in your head.

“The two tulkun were alone out in the middle of the ocean, one half-washed up on the beach shore and the other nudging under them to try and get them back into the sea.“ Your voice shakes, but you remain calm for his sake. “I will get you out of here, the second tulkun says. No matter what.“

“The second...“ His hacking coughs stop him mid-sentence. “Should go. They might get washed up too.“

“No, never.“ You raise your voice defensively, hold onto him a little tighter, but loosen your grip almost instantly and avert your eyes away. “No, the tulkun would never do that.“

You breathing stutters as you inhale and exhale deeply.

“The second swims as close as they can to the shore as many times as they need to, tries to dig up the sand underneath the beach-trapped tulkun.

Once more the first says I beg of you. Leave me before you lose the pack. If you lose them and become lonely after my passing I will not be able to rest well with Eywa.

The second tulkun becomes furious. If I lose you, I will become lonely even if I find them. If I lose them and have you, I can wish for nothing more.”

You pause for a moment when Neteyam laughs softly under his breath.

“The first grows silent for some time until the sun begins to set. Then they speak, Why are you still trying? I can barely feel their presence in these waters. Go before it is too late.

The second could hardly believe their ears. It’s never too late. I’d sooner resign myself to these beach shores in your stead than leave you here.

There was strength in that promise, strength and courage. It takes them hours, but the time was worth it. The first tulkun was worth the effort. As soon as they were both free, they swam out into the open water together and reunited with their pack.“

“The tulkun.” He winces. “They went on to live a long life?“

You nod smiling down at him.

“Yes. Together.“

“But [Name]...” Your name flows from his lips so smoothly. “I don’t think the first tulkun is going to live very long.”

“You’re wrong.“ 

“This tulkun... they’re sorry. They’re really sorry. To dad, to mom, to their brother.“ The emerald in his irises cut deep into your being. “To you.“

“Stop, you have nothing to be sorry for.“

“I should’ve done better...”

“No, you did the best you could...” You lower your head and press your lips onto his knuckles. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for bringing me the kind of joy no one else has.“

The whole time he keeps his eyes trained on you, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“I see you,” he says so quietly you could have mistaken it to be your imagination.

Still, you press your forehead against his, letting your tears fall onto his face and run down the curves of his cheeks to convey what words alone failed to do.

“And I see you.” You whisper, you crumble.

Silence.

He says nothing and only the absence of his voice fills the air. The whirring breeze and the crashing waves become a nightmare and you bring your face closer to his to try and hear him, hear anything.

“Neteyam?“

Only the sound of the wind and sea.

“Nga yawne lu oer.” Your lips tremble, an attempt to get him to respond. 

He is alive, he has to be. You still had more to tell him, more to show him about the Metkayina way of life. You had songs to sing together and stories to share, but that was all impossible without him.

Neteyam’s eyes are still open and locked onto yours, but his body is cold.

“N-nga yawne lu oer.” you say softly, your cheek pressing tenderly against his as you shake your head.

You gasp in breath after breath, but nothing is enough to sate the drowning feeling in your lungs. The first cry that escapes your lips is a harrowed scream that fades out in the expanse of the vast sea.

“Nga yawne lu oer.” It’s a broken sob against your lips

You cry and you cry and you cry.

“nga yawne lu oer...” Your words lose its vigor and all you can do is surrender yourself to the shattering sensation in your heart and in your soul.

Pandora lost a light that day, finally reunited with Eywa. Too soon. He left the world much too soon, but there was nothing you could do to change it. 

Rest well, boy of the forest, rest well you and your beautiful, beautiful soul.

“Hayalovay, Neteyam.“

                              𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵, 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵, 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵                                                𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓸𝔂

[froot-loops-cereal]

Gosh I will now be passing away this was way too good, bless you for this masterpiece 😙

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst (like ALOT), graphic descriptions of violence and death, no happy ending

Summary: Had you and Miles ever been build to last? You certainly thought so, proudly wearing his ring on your finger. But when the tensions rise, and it becomes time to choose sides, will he stand with you? (read the inspo post for some spoilers)

A/N: Damn maybe I am evil. This fic is based on this idea I had. There will be a part two with Recom Miles

A laugh resonates throughout the room, the soft yellow light from outside pouring in through a small window. It’s so warm as you shift under the blankets, laying on your side as you stare at your lover. His hand runs over your bare waist, the adoration in his blue eyes clear. Miles could not remember the last time he had laughed like this. It was as if you had brought color back to his life, your warm smile seared into his mind. 

“Don’t tell me you are going soft on me, Colonel.”

Your voice is smooth like honey, and he stares at your lips as you speak. Soft? He scoffs. Perhaps you were right. You had him wound around your little finger, the man growing anxious whenever he wasn’t near you. It was supposed to be a one night stand, some fooling around to blow off steam, but it had grown into so much more these past few months. Never had he thought he would fall for some science nut.

Miles moves some hair out of your face, stroking his fingers over your soft skin. Touching you feels natural, feels right, and the face of content you make has his own lips curling up into a smile. 

“I love you.” 

The words come out so easily it frightens him, never having been the type of man to say it out loud. He knows he’s no easy man to love, and the situation you both are in isn’t ideal either. But you don’t point out any of that. Instead, your eyes sparkle as you place your hand over his, cupping it against your cheek. 

“I love you too, Miles.”

Miles marches down the hallway with quick steps, his hands balled into fists as he curses under his breath. You had lost your damn mind, undermining him in front of everyone to defend some savages. He had known you would not be pleased with his proposal, but you are his fiancé, for crying out loud! You were the last person he wanted to hear call him a bloodlusty fool. He should’ve gotten you taken out of that Avatar program as soon as you started rambling about Pandora’s native population and how you were going to learn their ways, but he didn’t. He loved you, and seeing your passion for it had foolishly blinded him. 

You run after him, fumbling with the device you’re holding as you bring forward the same holographic screen you had shown him and the others at the meeting. You should not have said what you did in the heat of the moment, but this is far more important than any of that. 

“Miles! Please! I’m sorry! Please listen!”

He stops so suddenly that you almost crash into him, staring down at you with furious eyes. It makes your stomach drop, but you press the screen under his nose regardless. 

“If you don’t believe me nor Grace, fine, but we have proof. Solid data that shows that there is more at play here,” you plead with him. 

Miles looks at what the Na’vi call Hometree, perfectly mapped out with a thousand or million little connections running through it. At the moment it only fuels his anger. 

“Because of the connections between trees?” he fumes in a way that makes you feel foolish when you nod. 

He hums, looking you over as he pretends to consider it for a moment before sharply turning around, nearly knocking the device out of your hand. You stand there, nailed to the ground in shock. He had never been a big science guy, but he had never disregarded you in this way. You hope it’s just payback for what you had said. 

Miles continued walking towards his room, and just as he feared, you chased after him. He did not try to stop you as you walked in after him, the door sliding closed behind you with a hiss. The quarters are pretty much as much his as they are yours, not having slept in your own bunk for months. 

He puts his hand over his face, as unsure as to what to do as you are. It’s hard to be mad at you, but god, what the hell did you expect?!

“The decisions has been made. I will follow my orders, and so should you,” he tells you stiffly and turns towards the wall, praying this will be the end of it. 

You shake your head, slamming the device in your hand down on the metal table next to you, the loud ringing noise it emanates making his muscles tense. 

“That’s bullshit!” you curse and move to look at him, his hand still concealing his facial expression. “This is not just a mission, Miles, we are talking about taking dozens of lives!” 

His hand drops from his face and he looks at you with exhaustion. “Newsflash sweetheart, but that’s what most military missions boil down to.”

You go silent for a second before scoffing, unable to tell him he’s wrong. “That does not mean it’s right.”

Your eyes meet his, and they beg Miles to show mercy. “There are children there, babies. Defenseless creatures who have no idea that there’s any conflict going on.” 

His jaw tightens. Babies. An image flashes through his mind of you holding your own little bundle of joy, your face radiating as you smile. He almost grimaces, realizing his brain truly has been turned into mush by you. 

A chair scrapes over the ground as he pulls it back to sit down, the screen of your device still flickering on the table. He braces himself. “Well, then at least they won’t know what hits them.”

Disgust washes over you at Miles’s words. You try to convince yourself he doesn’t mean it, that he’s just bluffing. You have been with him for over half a year now, he couldn’t be like this. 

You find the ring around your finger, anxiously twisting it around as you once again reassure yourself. He may not be a kind man, but he’s not this either. 

“Don’t be like that,” your voice comes out just above a whisper. “What if it was our child?”

His gaze flicks from your face to your stomach briefly before he painfully balls his hand into a fist, putting it on the table in front of him. “We don’t have one.”

“For god's sake, Miles!” you hiss and move closer to him, staring down at him with panicked eyes. “But what if we did? What if it was our child in there?!”

You want him to say something, anything that shows that he would care. He swallows, throat bobbing.

“Then I would them to get the fuck of there before they get nuked.”

The last bit of hope on your face disappears. As you look into his hard, cold eyes, you see that he is not bluffing, and you wonder how you ever saw any warmth in them at all. 

You do not want to cry, but at the prospect of losing everything you love in a matter of days, your resolve stands no chance. 

Hot tears stream down your face as you shake your head, desperation washing over you. “Don’t do this, Miles. I will beg you if that pleases you. I will get on my knees and beg till my voice is gone if that means you won’t go through with this.” 

Your hand finds his face, reaching out to that man who cuddled you when you couldn’t sleep, to the one who would laugh with you, the one you love. 

“You are asking me to betray humankind,” Miles says, his voice strained. 

“No,” you reply quickly, eyes flicking over his expression and trying to read the hint of something in his voice. “I am asking you to at the very least be neutral. You would neither fight the Na’vi nor support them. We could go away until this is all over.”

You smile weakly at him, the corners of your mouth twitching under the stress. “We could go back to earth, get married, start a family. We’ll leave all this behind.”

It’s a tempting offer, his throat feeling closed up as he takes it in. Just the two of you, a normal, simple life. No more fighting, no more danger. He’d get the family that he never thought he’d have. 

“No.”

Your hand falls as his answer hits you, betrayal written all over your face. 

Miles loves you, but he can’t do it. He is not the type to pull back, can’t betray the military he has served for so many years. Sempre fi. The words have to bring him strength, comfort, but they pale at the sight of pure hurt on your face. 

“No,” he says again, both to you and himself.

Your mind reels. Does he not even care that all you had will be over? And for what? Honor? Duty? All a heap of shit in your eyes. 

The deep breath you’ve been holding comes out shaky, more tears falling from your eyes. Your fingers fumble with taking his ring off, and you glance down at it one more time. Your heart throbs painfully in your chest, the tension inside you rising as you realize you will be on opposing sides. It all builds and sears before something snaps, and you let out a strangled cry, throwing the now useless piece of metal in his lap. 

“I won’t need this anymore then!” you yell, but all he does is watch, not even bothering to catch the ring as it slips down the front of his shirt and clatters to the ground. 

He had never been meant for marriage, he thinks. Perhaps it was better if it crashed and burned now. 

You heave at his lack of response. “Say something you fucking bastard!”

The muscles in Miles’s neck tense as he cocks his head to the side, producing a forced grin. “It’s been fun, sweetheart.”

The patronizing tone of his voice has your cheeks burning, feeling like an absolute fool. He had strung you along, used you. He would’ve never done anything for you that didn’t benefit him. 

You storm off without another word. Miles Quaritch had turned out to be exactly the man everyone thought he was, you had just been too blinded by love to see it.

—

Blood slowly trickles down into Miles’s eye, his teeth grinding down on one another as he balls his fists. Jake Sully. The man stands in front of him in his Avatar form, hissing ferally. Jake had taken you with him, flown off with you to god knows where and dragged you into this war. Quaritch’s blood boils at the notion. Whether you wear his ring or not, you are his, and he had locked you away for your own good. Sully had no right to interfere with that. 

“Where is she?” Miles shouts, the knife of his AMP suit raised up in defense. 

Jake shakes his head, teeth bared. “Gone. Shot down by one of your soldiers.”

No. Miles growls in anger at the lie. He had given orders to take you in alive, had spread both your human and Avatar picture out to every soldier he could reach. He glances back to the unit placed nearby. If your Avatar did get shot, you’d be in there, in pain, but very much alive. You wouldn’t have been foolish enough to run back out as a human, right? 

“Come on old man.”

You had beckoned him towards you with your hand, your knuckles covered with hand wraps. You barely ever worked out, but had not hesitated to accept his challenge. Land one hit on him and he’d agree to take a little trip on Pandora with you. You were bold, Miles would give you that, but your skills were lacking. There were dozens of holes in your defense as you stood, and before you could even react, he had knocked you to the ground. 

But you didn’t give up, oh no, using any measures to work your way out from under him and get back in the fight, yelling ‘again!’. You would not give up until you couldn’t go anymore.

The waver in Miles’s attention allows Jake an opening, grabbing a discarded metal piece with a knife-like end from the ground and charging his enemy with it. It pierced right through the front of  Miles’s AMP suit, the sharp end only an inch removed from his face. His mind shifts to full on survival mode as he tears the hunk of metal out of his suit, the suffocating air of Pandora quickly starting to seep in. The glass in front of him is useless now, barely anything visible through the scattered pieces, and so he presses a button to eject it out of its frame. He scrambles to put on the emergency oxygen mask as his heart beats fast in his chest from the lack of air.

Sully won’t give up without a fight either, uncaring that he possesses no weapons as he charges the Colonel. He puts up one hell of a fight too, the mechanic suit struggling to withstand his blows and pulls, the metal creaking when Jake attempts to rip pieces of it off. When he’s purged on top of the AMP suit, Miles sees an opportunity, grabbing him by the braid that protects his queque. 

Jake groans in pain as he’s smashed down to the ground, the grip on his braid unwavering as he’s dragged around. Miles raises Jake up, intending to crush his throat till it’s mush in the suit’s fingers. He would pay for what he had done. 

“Stop!”

The voice rings loud through Miles’s head. 

“Stop! Miles!”

His eyes snap away from his enemy, widening as he sees you. Your Avatar form is bloodied but not gravely wounded, the warpaint on your face matching those of the rest of the Na’vi he’s seen. You move towards him, slow but agile, your long tail sweeping behind you. The way your big, yellow eyes watch him disturbs him. There’s something so familiar in them, carrying that same twinkle as your own, but the rest of you is completely alien. 

“Miles.” Your voice beckons him, makes him forget for just a moment where he is. 

He doesn’t let go of Jake as you come closer, in fact he makes no move at all. Miles realizes that even in this odd form, he’s relieved to see you. These days without you had been torture, the Colonel laying awake every night, kicking and hitting walls out of frustration as he could find no way to get to you. 

As you inch towards him, he wonders if you’re going to try to convince him to come with you again. Though he did not want to admit it, this battle was finished, so if there was ever a moment to give into your request, it was now, his own harsh breathing signaling he could not go on for much longer. 

You glance from him to Jake, watching your friend struggle in his grip. Miles notices how your pupils dilate when they flick back to him. A sign of affection as you once told him. You still love him, even after all he did. 

Maybe- Maybe he should go with you, perhaps it wasn’t -

Within the blink of an eye, you have jumped onto his suit, crying out as you drive a dagger through his chest. 

-too late. 

Miles’s eyes open wide in shock as he stumbles back, letting go of Jake in the process. His mind is unable to catch up with what just happened. You had stabbed him, and he shakes his head weakly in disbelief as you stare at him. You wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t… he feels his brain fogging up as blood seeps from his wound, blurring everything. 

Your mouth opens to reveal your fangs as you pull your dagger back out of Miles with a wet squelch, causing him to stutter as he coughs up blood. You aren’t hissing, no, instead your face has warped into a pained grimace. Your weapon instantly drops to the ground, tears forming in your eyes. He’s confused as to why you look so sad, his grip on reality slipping as he bleeds out. The harsh sunlight blurs your surroundings, and for a moment he thinks you are back in his room, your human face framed so beautifully by your hair as you smile at him. 

An attempt at your name leaves his lips as his knees give in, the suit going down with him. There’s too much blood and spit flowing from his mouth for you to understand what he’s saying, his face quickly becoming stained with it as it flows through his mask. In his mind he said it. He said your name, said that he loves you, that he’s sorry.  

Your shaky hand cups the back of Miles’s neck, propping him up slightly. Your tears drip down on his mask as you silently weep, watching as the color in his face continues draining until his eyes go vacant. His body sputters in your grasp once more, a last impulse from the nervous system, and then he hangs limp, the Colonel long gone.

You tell yourself you had no choice as you stare into his empty, blue eyes. He would not have stopped. You had given him a way out and instead he destroyed and killed everything in his way. He would’ve fought for the humans till his last breath. This had to happen. Didn’t it? Didn’t it?! You pull his lifeless body up, holding it against yours as a choked scream leaves your throat. You had never felt pain this sharp. 

It’s not until you feel Jake’s hand shaking you by the shoulder that you realize that you’ve been holding Miles’s lifeless body for god knows how long, your throat sore from weeping. Your body feels cold and stiff, shaking as Jake helps you put down Miles.

You know you have to leave, but before you do, you start searching for his dog tags, patting down his uniform. What you find instead is something that makes your blood run cold, your fingers tracing the outline of a ring in the chest pocket of his jacket. It’s so tiny in your hands as you pull it out, holding it as if it were made of glass. He had carried it around on his heart ever since you gave it back to him. 

A sad smile forms on your trembling lips and you press the ring against them. 

I love you too, Miles. I’m sorry. 

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how tsaheylu goes with them

Characters: Miles Quaritch, Jake Sully, Tonowari

gn!reader (Na’vi)

Note: This is my first imagine/headcannon thing! I’m pretty new to writing stuff like this, so I hope I can improve as the days go by <3

Oh if anyone does happen to see this I’m always open to requests because ya girl has the creativity of a block of cheese.

Miles Quaritch

He’s initially reluctant of how the bond will go since he still holds the memories of his human self.

Up until getting to know you, he still deemed the Na’vi as primitive and refused to give into their customs despite how much his Na’vi soul longed for it.

Upon reaching the Tree of Voices, he’s on high alert and continues to keep his guard up until you reassure him that it would be okay.

But as soon as your queues connect and he’s hit with that euphoric connection, his body eases up, the tension on his shoulders disappearing.

Despite doubting the legitimacy of Eywa at first, the connection allows him to see the world with greater clarity.

Tsaheylu with him feels like fireworks and bursts of colors. He’s unsure how to take in all of these new feelings, but he holds onto them just for you.

It especially has him viewing you with 2x the amount of love and passion he had before tsaheylu happened.

“Now how’s this shit work?“ Miles thinks out loud, speaking moreso to ease the mistrust in his body rather than to fill the silence. He looks up and scours the pink-lit area with his eyes, feels his heartbeat racing in his chest.

Kneeling down underneath the tree, you gently bring him down so that your knees touch, his hands in your own.

“You are impatient.” You jut two fingers against the firmness of his chest. “This isn’t shit.” Your voice raises in emphasis before retracting your hand from his reach. “This is tsaheylu, skxawng .“

His ears can’t help but lower at how adorable you sounded when reprimanding him.

“Yeah. That’s what I meant.” He scoots forward. “Talls-hey-loo.“

“Tsaheylu.“ You correct once more before taking your queue between your fingers and bringing it between you two and letting the nerves hidden by the braid’s design unfurl in the brisk evening air.

Wordlessly, Miles mirrors your actions with his own queue before the two intertwine and connect with the other.

All at once he’s hit with a jolt of electricity through his body. The euphoric feeling lulls his body into a tranquil state, inebriates his veins until his heartbeat drums in sync with yours. Above all, he sees you in all your entirety.

You are his catalyst, his motivation, his muse. You are like the fire that lights up explosions in his heart, relentless and fleeting but breathtaking all the same.

Your emotions are vibrant hues swimming in his vision, the starbursts of color in your eyes twinkling before him like fireworks. He feels all the anger, sadness, and rage drain from his body as he reaches a divine state of peace.

Closing his eyes, he exhales sharply, a small smile tugging on his lips as he pulls you in closer against his body.

You were his and he was yours; that was a fact and he would much sooner wither away than let anything stand against that.

  Jake Sully

Having spent months learning the practices of the Na’vi people, Jake is definitely mentally prepared to make the bond.

Though despite having heard about tsaheylu and its ritual process, he’s visibly nervous. His emotions are not yet stilled.

He’s been to the Tree of Voices before, but never like this, so the new experience is slightly jarring to him.

Tsaheylu with Jake feels like soothing mists, or like the wind on your backs as you climb through the trees. 

It’s freeing, a breath of fresh air, and most importantly peaceful.

In that moment, nothing else matters except for you  — you and all the love you two shared right then and there.

It becomes a core memory for him that transcends decades.

“You are nervous?“ 

Hearing the worry in your tone and studying the confusion written on your face, Jake immediately shakes his head and squeezes your hands softly,

“No no,“ he reassures you, interlocking your fingers together as he grants you a crooked grin. “I want this. I want you.“ He’s never been more sure of anything in his life.

You pause and giggle. Your smile is like diamonds underneath the light of the stars and he cannot help but feel so incandescently enamored by just the sight of you.

To want and to have is a beautiful thing, he thinks. Not everyone can have what they want and not everyone can experience the beauty of another person like he is now. He wishes he could pause time for the two of you, so you can run off under the moon and bask in the light of one another for as long as you wanted to.

The trees surrounding you two seem to grow brighter when you enter and sit side-by-side, your queues combining like clockwork.

The bond between you is kind and passionate, a guiding breeze of clarity among the clutter in your minds. His stress is completely null in this moment and all he wishes for is an eternity with you.

Your soul dances with his and is carried away with the wind, so much that you can almost feel it against your skin. In this moment, it’s just two free spirits rekindling their love and letting their emotions overflow in joy and in abundance.

Jake is absolutely smitten, his heart so filled with love that it overflows from the touch of your soul against his.

Tonowari

Tonowari is more experienced than you are with the Metkayina traditions.

He holds your hand through it and is a gentle, beckoning voice throughout the entire process.

He wants everything to go perfectly for your sake.

Tsaheylu between you two is akin to the flow of the ocean that surrounds you. Water flows like how life does, both moving in unison.

He craves to be deeply connected to you and your spirit, having hoped for this for a long time.

He loves very deeply and it can be felt through your connection. Likewise, the love you feel for him refreshes him even in a troubled state of mind.

When Tsaheylu is over, you’re already asleep in his arms, his fingers gently caressing your hair. 

“Trust.“ He lifts your chin up to meet his eyes, the markings on his face wrinkling from the smile on his lips. “And let me guide you.“

You swallow hard, but nod, knowing he would never do anything to harm you. “I trust in you.” Your promise solidifies his resolve and he sits you down against the gentle waters of the sacred grounds.

When your queues reach for each other and the link is complete, all the love between you two flows in like a rushing tide. The waves of your hearts flow in and out steadily, a constant state of give and take. 

The feeling is so pure, so genuine that he is absolutely certain that you are his destiny. The way of water resides within him and within you, two spiraling currents skipping alongside each other.

Your ears relax and his follow suit. Whatever you feel, he feels, and vice versa. He is the breath of fresh air you inhale after coming up from the water, and you are the warmth of the ocean enveloping him.

There are no words to fully explain how he feels except bliss. You, your mind, and your spirit are the embodiment of bliss to him and it wasn’t going to change no matter the hardships that passed.

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