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Tsu-tey - The Age of Arrogance (4)

CHAPTER 4

MINI SERIES MASTERLINK

almost finished with this series 😎 i realize that I tend to use a loottt of na'vi language. lmk if it gets confusing or just...too much. i do it to reflect the culture/language/world building or whatever u wanna call it. (I hope its doing what I intend it to lolz)

➵ chapter summary: You and Tsu'tey are sent on a dangerous mission. Let's just hope your rivalry won't intervene with the goal...

➵ pairing: enemies to lovers, tsu'tey x fem!reader(no use of y/n)

➵ word count: 4k

➵ warnings: cursing, angst(?) but it's just tsutey being emotionally unavailable/confused/sexually frustrated

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chapter dictionary

eylan - friend

palulukan - thanator

syaksyuk - prolemuris (monkey-like animal)

tewng - loincloth

torukspxam - octoshroom/fungus

yomhì'ang - insect eating plants used for medicine

tawtute - demon

yawne - beloved

tsamsiyul - warrior

skxawng - idiot

syulang - flower

"The elders are calling for you."

Neytiri stands cross-armed in front of you, expecting you to finish your early dinner.

"For what?" chewing on poorly done teylu, you lick your fingers.

"I do not know." she sighs.

"Alright...am I in trouble?"

When she doesn’t respond, you have no choice but to trail behind her similar to a guilty child. Mo'at, Ateyi, and Tunak sit in a circle in the middle of Hometree. It’s currently dinner time, and the members of the clans are seated in their designated places as they eat their weekly gatherings. You can feel a plethora of gazes linger on you when you approach the elders with cautious steps.

Strangely, Tsu’tey is in front of the bunch, chatting with his signature stoic expression. His eyes display clear respect, but it's noticeable that he'd rather be somewhere else during late afternoons. His stiff posture and impatient tail are almost laughable, he makes it evident. If you’re going down, it seemed he was going down with you, whatever the reason may be.

It was common knowledge that the clan elders were a grumpy bunch. Specifically, Tunak and Mo’at. They were constantly unsatisfied, always complaining or criticizing the life around them, and giving unsolicited advice. Neytiri pats you on the shoulder to show her support, but your nerves start to spread through your body when you stand next to Tsu’tey. Mo'at surveys you and hums, announcing your arrival. When Tsu'tey turns around to see who has just interrupted them, he takes a step back.

It was only this morning that you two had a strange and intimate interaction in the Tsahik tent. Having not spoken to him since, the uncomfortable atmosphere stretches on. You don't know what to say to him, shuffling your weight between your soles. You settle on silence, standing next to him, "Err..you wanted to see me?"

"Now that you're both here," drawls Tunak in his elderly, hoarse voice. He seems appeased by your late entrance but only makes it evident through his tone. "Tsahik Mo'at thought it best if you both venture to cave Kelkuk'tal."

You furrow your brows, and Tsu'tey maintains his stoic front. "But, why?"

Mo'at raises a hand before Tunak can answer. "The clan is out of yomhì'ang, child. Zeir and Takuk are tasked with guarding the night gatherers. Jake and Neytiri...it is best to let them enjoy the fruits of their companion." she rolls her eyes. Mo'at, as much as she loves her son-in-law, has always found Jake's rebellious attitude an unnecessary measure during duties. "Eywa has spoken. You shall go."

"Tsahik," Tsu'tey steps forward. "Cave Kelkuk'tel is palulukan territory. It is dangerous, I will go alone."

Mo'at and Tunak bark out a laugh. Ateyi's warm eyes give you a pitying look, excusing her companions' behavior. Tunak holds his chest as he speaks. "You're still far too independent, eylan. Because it is dangerous are we suggesting you go together. You cannot do this on your own."

Tsu'tey scowls. Having his ability doubted hurts his pride. Nonetheless, he bows his head in respect.

"The palulukan’s sleep at nightfall. Ateyi will give you clothes for camouflage," says Mo'at, keeping her head high.

You bow your head, "Thank you, elders."

Bidding your farewells with two fingers on your forehead, you and Tsu'tey walk away until it's a reasonable distance from the circle of people. He stops abruptly, turns around, and surveys you with disdain. You get physically dizzy by his confusing attitude. He was gripping your waist and softly looking up at you as if you were the most precious thing this evening. Now though...

Tsu'tey's voice is monotone and rough as he speaks. "We leave tomorrow nightfall. Come early."

"Roger, big guy."

You expect him to hurriedly take off and ignore you for the better half of the day—his strange antics all point in that direction, and you've got plenty good at reading him. It’s frustrating how easily he disregards what passed between you two. Electricity was zapping around—your pent-up feelings were ready to burst.

However, he doesn't leave. Pausing, he takes a tentative step toward you. You adamantly don't shy away from eye contact, challenging his next move because you itch to see it. He opens his mouth, then closes it. You blink, tilting your head questioningly.

"Do you have...something to say to me?"

Instead of answering you, he audibly gulps while his pupils dart around. You’re rendered speechless– Tsu’tey rarely lets his emotions show, lest they're confidence, anger, annoyance, or all of the above. "Yes..." his thick voice drips with a rasp. "Do not forget to bring arrows"

He takes off without looking back, leaving you motionless and confused, contemplating what the hell happened for the rest of your night. You were getting exceptionally tired of him leaving without a word– it was becoming a problem, and for the sake of your sanity, you determined to hold onto him the next time he attempted his…strange demeanor.

The next day passes too quickly for your liking. Your day is spent running from one thing to another, and before you know it, you and Tsu'tey are geared up and walking towards cave Kelkuk'tel in silence. Ateyi had kept her word and adorned you both in gear only fit to be worn by important warriors, with arm and leg pieces composed of palulukan fur, and the animal's hind skin encapsulating the better half of your legs. Not only was it a genius camouflaging technique, but the hide was sturdy and quality.

The sun has already set, leaving a purple and turquoise hue clouding the afternoon sky. The bioluminescence has started their nightly lookout, you notice, coming alight as you walk through. Tsu'tey has the habit of stopping abruptly, twitching his ears for possible danger, and when he deems it safe to continue, gesturing his hand in an overly dramatic gesture only Jake used to do back in your RDA days. He must've rubbed off on the man, you think, jumping over a log gently to keep up with Tsu'tey's agile strides.

His legs carry him effortlessly while you curse your own, trailing behind him. It was humbling how you couldn’t keep balance, even after months of training. Thankfully, your steps are quiet enough because Tsu'tey doesn't disapprove like he always does with a disgruntled scowl.

As the syuksak come alive and start their nightly bicker, Cave Kelkuk'tel comes into view. You watch Tsu'tey's back stop moving, stretched well with muscle and resembling the blue Adonis that he is. His bow is slung across his squared shoulder, down his small waist shaped by his protruding v-line. It's incredibly lewd, how you can see the line of it jut out with his every step, curtained by his intricately weaved tewng you're sure the clan women must've crafted in hopes of attracting his attention.

"____?" he whispers your name, turning.

"Y-yeah?" you clear your throat as quietly as possible. "I'm here."

"Don’t get close to torukspxam." he crosses his arms, beckoning you to stand next to his tall frame.

You roll your eyes. "Okay, that happened once. And I had the antidote with me."

"No, I don’t. I was busy covering my ears from your screeching," he smirks, proud of his comeback.

"Can we focus, I'm not in the mood for all this right now," you whisper.

"Demanding little tawtute."

Ignoring his comment, you slowly approach the cave entrance. "Let's recount the plan again, then we'll start."

"Do not forget. I am in charge."

"How can I? You remind me every single day."

"Do not get sassy with me," he grunts, then kneels. "I will go first."

You nod, "Mo'at said the yomhì'ang grows deeper down the entrance."

"Yes, but it is not very deep. Don’t wake up the palulukan." when he says this, he gives you a knowing look that appears almost scolding.

"I'm quiet…" you grumble.

Tsu'tey merely hums, then cautiously enters the cave. Darkness envelops his frame with each step until he’s fully sheathed. After a reasonable amount of time passes, you hear the yelp of Tsu'tey's imitation. With a deep, calming breath, you advance. The darkness is strong as you enter, your eyes take a few beats to adjust. Your Na'vi features assist you quickly, and you can feel your pupils dilate as Tsu'tey's smug grin becomes visible. "Ugh," you retch, quietly.

Tsu'stey gestures his head towards the deeper part of the cave. You nod, following behind him closely. The hard mossy walls cause the inside of the cave to feel much damper than the outside forest, and the strong smell of natural herbs and shrubbery cloud your senses.

As you go deeper, the bioluminescence starts to become rich and soiled, growing obscenely in size. In a matter of few steps, small glowing flowers turn into large thick roots surrounding the sizely walls of the cave. The soft buzz of the cave critters sends chills down your spine—this place is scarier at night.

"Here," says Tsu'tey, so quietly that you almost don't pick it up.

With a nod, you kneel and open your satchel that’s hung across your hip. Tsu'tey makes quick work with his skilled fingers, cutting the herb. The plant keeps its radiant glow as you collect it into your satchel, the hue bursting through the loose weavings. You glance at Tsu'tey's satchel and realize he's collected more than you. You fasten your knife with determination.

Sooner or later, which is approximately 3 seconds because you counted, Tsu'tey catches onto what you're doing and scowls. He also picks up his pace, glancing back and forth between your satchel and his. You both exchange burning looks as you collect the herb, however, you play dirty. Tsu'tey grunts in protest when you reach over to his side and snag some of his plants, then push them into your satchel. "Sxkawng!" he whispers, then applies your dirty tactic against you.

"Loser carries it all back to Hometree," you retaliate, bumping his shoulder to throw him off balance. It doesn't work, of course. You're half Tsu'tey's body weight. The new deal is enough motivation for both of your piles to double in size in a matter of minutes.

"Stop trying to win against me, tawtute." he grins.

"I could say the same for you."

You lose and as expected, Tsu'tey has no mercy on you. He dumps all the shrubbery into your bulging satchel, then tosses his empty bag at the top of the pile as well. With wobbly legs and arms tucked under the bottoms of the heavy satchels, you slowly start to make your way to the entrance. You seriously consider never competing against him again. Whenever you’re with Tsu’tey, the situation always ends up with you carrying something obscenely heavy.

The cave is quiet otherwise your deep pants, quiet shuffling, and the armory of Tsu'tey crinkling due to his swaying, muscular hips. Awkwardly angled behind him, you try to dodge small rocks alongside your struggle to carry the herb. You think it's good that you’ve gathered an obscene amount, you won't have to go back to this godforsaken cave for another nine years. Falling deep in thought, you don't notice Tsu'tey glance behind ever so often to check how you're holding up. As you take another step, you watch Tsu'tey's eyes widen. Confused, you follow his line of sight.

You come face to face with the dawning reality that you’ve stepped on a cave vine. The thing about cave vines is that - you had to learn this the hard way - they are simply too fragile. This is ironic because their entire purpose is to hold up rocks; it's an otherwise mutually exclusive relationship. You feel the thin plant wriggle and snap out, then coil up with an echoing wizz. The rumbling sound that follows is bone-chilling and loud, warning that you stepped on the mother vine which acts as a vessel for the rest.

The cave starts shaking slightly, getting more rabid as the seconds pass, and when you look at Tsu'tey, the horror in his eyes makes you live the moment in slow motion. He's suspended in time as he tackles you to the ground, rubbles falling from the ceiling and collapsing around you. You hit the ground with an oomph and hold on for dear life, and in that very moment, you start to understand why everyone seems to pray for Eywa whenever they're in dire need of help.

Smoke clouds fill the cave in its mist. Your heart pounds in your chest, and after a few moments, everything stills. It's unusually quiet except for you and Tsu'tey's heavy pants. It seems the cave critters hurriedly hid away, stilling all life. Tsu'tey's heavy body presses you to the floor, satchels tucked between your bodies. His arms cage your sides as he lays there, breathing heavily with eyes screwed shut.

You stay like that while trying to process what the fuck you've just gotten yourself and your subordinate into. With a swift move, Tsu'tey pulls you both and the sack of herbs up. Your legs wobble like a newborn deer, and he's quick to put an arm around your waist and take the satchel from your hands.

''Are you injured?'' Tsu'tey asks in a hush. His voice drips with concern and fear.

''Tsu'tey, I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching my ste-''

''Are you injured?'' he asks again, tone now sharp and just above a whisper.

You grimace, feeling awful. He was the one who valiantly jumped between you and the rocks. Just what a respectable Omatican warrior should be, he valiantly protected you, who was under his wing.

You, who caused him trouble and made a fool of yourself.

''No! No, are you?'' you're quick to ask.

''We need to leave'' he demands, completely ignoring your question.

You take a deep breath, quickly wipe away the small drop of tear that was forming from pure shame and terror, then push away from him to stand on your own. Tsu'tey starts to navigate the big boulders and large, lush greenery. As you follow him towards the exit of the cave, your stomach churns.

What if the nantang nest had woken up? What if the rocks that fell weren't as small as they were?

You would have been dead, either as big cat chow food or boulder mush. It would have been months before they found your bodies, and when they did, they would only recognize you from Tsu'tey's stupidly attractive Olo'eyktan jewelry. Or perhaps they would distinguish your poorly made head and neck pieces that took you ages to weave.

Worse, you would've brought the Omaticayan Olo'eyktan down with you. The Olo'eyktan you saved in war. The man you carried on your back for miles, wailing and gritting your teeth with sweat and tears just so he could live. All because you were trying to prove to him that you were strong and independent. You felt shame. Why were you so determined to gain his approval? How far were you willing to go? Far enough that you would both end up being killed?

Throughout your self-destructive pattern of wallowing, you had reached the exit of Kelkuk'tel. The fresh air that hit your nose calmed your nerves only slightly. You're alive. Everything was okay; you kept reminding yourself. However, you didn't notice how Tsu'tey kept looking back to check if you were okay. The worry on his face only became evident when he turned around to face you and put the satchel on a nearby tree trunk.

You quickly surveyed his body without touching him; he had a few minor scratches around his arms, but other than that, he appeared okay. He was okay. You thanked Eywa for the first time in a long time that night. You had done so when you won the war; when Tsu'tey's heart was still beating when you found him with a gunshot wound on his chest; and now, when he barely had any scratches.

Meanwhile, Tsu'tey was busy searching your body for injury. It's only now, when you're out of the suffocating cave and able to breathe that you realize his urgency. The Olo'eyktan is shaken, you notice. Watching his pupils dart around your body, you try not to react to his soft yet fervent touch. He's breathing heavily, his chest shaking with fear as he searches.

''Tsu'tey'' you call out, hoping to pull him out of his panicked state.

Your voice doesn't quite reach him, though. You call out his name again, before stepping away from his hold and grasping his wrists. Tsu'tey flinches at the contact but doesn't pull away. You can't tell if your method of soothing is effective, alas, you keep going. With a thumb stroking his palm, you repeat a mantra of "I'm okay." and "We're safe.".

You don't know why Tsu'tey's reacting the way he is, you can't quite put a finger on it either. Almost as if he'd been in this situation before; lost someone he cared for. You halt your train of thought.

Did he care for you?

You watch as his breathing turns regular. His eyes focus on your face, and he closes his eyes with a deep sigh. "I'm sorry, yawne." he whispers.

Taken aback by the unnatural name, you merely repeat "It's okay.".

"I was careless of your step." he breathes, fists squeezing. "Careless to let you carry the yomhì'ang ."

"Hey, I should've watched where I was going.". You tell him softly. "It's not your fault, big guy."

Tsu'tey finally decides to meet your eyes after what feels like minutes. Though, his expression is uncharacteristically expressive. His eyes glisten teary under the fluorescence of the surrounding shrubbery. The glow of the magnificent Pandora moon caresses his navy skin gently. The vulnerability Tsu'tey's handing out to you with his bare hands makes you stumble against your deeply suppressed emotions. It's hard not to match his honesty, and before you can stop yourself, the words pour out from your lips. "I wanted to prove myself to you. To make you accept me as one of the people."

As you go on, Tsu'tey's face morphs into one of confusion. "Why?" he asks. ''Why?'' he repeats, getting seemingly annoyed. ''I am mean to you.''

"So?" You're offended he's asking you that question. "How could I not? Mean or not, you're the Olo'eyktan of the clan."

Your eyes watch as the gears in his head start turning. He hangs his head low in shame, realizing the severity of his actions. The severity of the situation he put you under. Your chest aches with fear and fury, trying to let every single emotion get out of your system so you can finally breathe. "Ever since I've come here, I've tried so hard to be a worthy Omaticayan." You say, letting go of his hands. "Approval of the Olo'eyktan means approval of the clan. Every day, you did well to remind me that I was a tawtute. A fraud."

Your voice cracks. "And now, I-" You suddenly turn away when you feel teardrops threatening to spill. It's been well over months of you living your life in Pandora, and you realized getting Tsu'tey's approval mattered very little amongst the many tasks and relationships you've nurtured in your life. Though, you're mature enough to acknowledge your mistake. A mistake that reminds you where you came from. What you truly are; "I almost got us killed. I made a fool of myself. You were correct."

A quiet shuffling of feet; slow, calculated steps; a clash of limbs and breaths, until Tsu'tey sneaks up behind you and wraps you in his arms. His bicep presses your back deep into his chest, his heart. Your na'vi ears flicker when you hear his thundering heartbeat— the storm that's been within him ever since you and Jake entered his clan.

"I am sorry, yawne,'' he whispers. ''I am sorry.'', again and again until you feel a warm teardrop run down your cheek. ''You are one of us. I did not know you felt…this. I didn’t…” he panics. “Please, do not cry.''

He nuzzles his romanesque nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. Surely, he can smell your sorrow; he can sense the teardrops that threaten to spill from your eyes. The skin-to-skin contact just feels so good. So comforting and long-awaited. You realize you're crying tears of relief because his closeness and sweet words were what you've been hoping for all this time. You close your eyes and rest your head on his chest, where your ear meets his heart.

''My strong tsamsiyul. I am a skxawng. Not worthy of my title for making my syulang feel this way.''

Your eyes quickly open at his words and you pull away from his grasp to face him. Because what else could you have done when he called you this endearingly? You search his face for hints of mockery but all you find is glistening, yearning eyes. "What?" you call out in a voice that sounds unlike your own.

When Tsu’tey realizes his words, he quickly turns on his heel and strides to the discarded satchel that’s lying limp near the tree bark. He hastily throws the woven bag over his shoulder and clears his throat. "Mistake," he mutters in English, then takes off.

You scramble to catch up behind him in the glowing forest. He wasn’t getting away this time. "Wait!" you yell, sound reverberating around the quiet night. "Tsu'tey! You big oaf-"

Thump.

Tsu'tey's sudden halt causes you to crash head-first into his firm back. His lithe muscles ripple when he repositions the satchel. “Will you stop running away!”

"I misspoke."

"How could you misspeak...that."

He gives you no answer– simply continues his hurried strides towards Hometree. "We talk about this after the mission is complete." he commands in his gruff voice, and you realize that's all you're getting out of him verbally. In a haze of confusion and nerves, you try to read his body language. His white freckles seem to be glowing more than usual, and the tips of his ears glow a deep purple. He's embarrassed, you realize, and the notion is enough to make you chuckle.

You sport a shit-eating grin throughout the entire walk, of course�� your mind entertaining hopes of a more intimate relationship with the Na'vi man walking ahead of you. He had called you his flower, his strong warrior. His own.

His.

Remembering the interaction causes an embarrassing rush of butterflies to flood your stomach, yet again. Your face feels hot, and the forest breeze does nothing to cool off your disposition. This would surely mean that he desires you as well...surely.

With silent steps and lingering glances, you finally arrive at the common area. With bated breath, you wait for him to say something. In classic Tsu’tey fashion, he quickly leaves towards the tsahik tent without saying goodbye, or goodnight, or anything, for that matter. As you watch him get away from you like his life depended on it though, you fight back another heart-clenching wave of tears try to wash over you.

Have you disgusted him so much that he irked to get away from you this relentlessly? You can hear your heart shattering into a million pieces. The shards travel through your body and sting your insides; because your body wanted him. Your na’vi instincts yearned for his care, and the physical distance he constantly put between you was painful.

You wistfully watch his figure fade away until the night is still and serene. You crave a sense of stability on your own, so, then and there, you decide to give up on him.

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Tsu-tey - The Age of Arrogance (3) (M)

CHAPTER 3

MINI SERIES MASTERLINK

➵ chapter summary: Things become heated between you and Tsu'tey after his awkward apology.

➵ pairing: enemies to lovers, tsu'tey x fem!reader(no use of y/n)

➵ word count: 3k

➵ warnings: mature themes, hints at masturbation, cursing, banter, depictions of injury and blood (very minor)

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Tsawl Pamtseo Tsko Kllte - a large musical instrument that stands on the ground

tawtute - demon

nantang - viperwolf

skxwang - idiot

angstik - hammerhead titonathere

TSU'TEY POV

Every respectful Omaticayan man starts his day off with a morning hunt to soothe their hunger and provide for their clan. Tsu'tey is no different.

This time around, he's limping to the riverbank to have a nice bath and ease his aching shin with hot water and a message– because clearly, he's underestimated your strength.

As he lathers himself up with herbs, he realizes how he's underestimated you. You, with your strange tawtute words, four fingers, and hairy forehead. The attitude that carried itself so effortlessly and dripped off of your every move and every word made him want to stick his head into a nantang nest.

After the forced apology deep in the forest, and after discoverşing Reytan's efforts of courtship, the following week has been torture. He feels the tiredness and ache drip off his firm muscles with every brush of the makeshift loofa JakeSully weaved for the people. As much as he hated to admit, the strange sky-demon inventions sometimes worked well. He still looks at it with distaste though, even after using it countless times and having made a habit to demand a new one every two weeks.

As the thing brushes against his arm, he thinks back at the last few days and the utter agony of arguing with you incessantly. He was familiar with you now, though the familiarity consisted of arguing and bickering about the most insignificant topics. He passed it off as tawtute arrogance first, but you were adamant about proving you were no longer one of them.

The ball of woven silk glides onto his chest smoothly, and his heart picks off at the thought of your smart mouth. Why was it that you had an answer for everything? Why were so adamant about going against his commands?

He huffs, closing his eyes and throwing his head back as the water runs down his chest to his abs. It was only yesterday you fought about where the musicians were to be seated in the upcoming hunting festival.

"They should be in the heart of the fun, not up at some pedestal!"

Tsu'tey groans, gritting his teeth. "Why be in the middle? That is stupid and distracting. The people dance in the middle! If we put Tsawl Pamtseo Tsko Kllte in the middle, you will bump into it."

You ignore Jake's weak 'G-guys, I'm sure there's an alternative.' and roll your eyes. "How in god's name do you accidentally bump into a gigantic flute?"

Tsu'tey's face contorts in annoyance. "I refuse to answer your unnecessary questions, tawtute."

You clench your fists."They're rhetorical, you jerk.”

The lingering traces of your gritted voice carry a smirk to his lips– one of many 'fights' he's had with you after his so-called apology. It was easy to anger you; at first, you pushed his buttons just as much as he pushed yours, but after your relationship got into a rhythm where he said something and you made it your mission to counteract it, he started enjoying the strange arrangement. Especially seeing your flushed face and large eyes, peering up at him between your dark lashes. You would always march right up at him with clenched fists and a quip dripping from your tongue, and in those moments, he imagined harshly grabbing your face and pulling you into a heated kiss until your breaths became one.

He groans into the open air, the loofa brushing against his hardening cock ever so gently. He grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut to calm his urges–his instincts that light a fire inside his abdomen and make him act unlike a respectable man.

No, ever since you looked at him with those fearful, haunting eyes he ceased to be a respectful man. Those very eyes that slowly became unwilling and sparkling with mirth.

Yearning for a dream-walker mate was never in his plans. He supposes you were one of the people now, but you despised him. Especially after he masked his attraction with spiteful insults.

Then, of course, there was that skxwang who was shamelessly courting you.

Tsu'tey remembers Reytan as a bright kid who was eager to learn how to hunt the biggest plays and where to filet his fish first to appeal to the softest meat. Not as an adult Omaticayan man ready to court a woman and settle down into domestic bliss - with you, no less.

Reytan would have it no other way, Tsu'tey realized. This past week, his pathetic courting attempts worsened– Tsu'tey could laugh. You didn't enjoy angstik meat, nor did you like scaling through trees as a means of spending time together.

What a failure, surely Tsu'tey could have wooed you much easier. It seemed as though you just needed some affection— some attention and cooing. Tsu'tey smirks, he would turn you into a stuttering, blushing fool if he so wished.

At least that's what he says to soothe his ragged ego. After being saved by you, almost losing his position as Olo'Eyktan, and having to deal with the tasteless fruits of his injuries, his pride is in the depths of Eywa, and pulling it back has proven to be painstakingly difficult.

After rubbing his body clean and ignoring his hardening cock at the thought of you, thoughts he's done his best to deny while his Na'vi instincts buzzed his entire body, he carefully steps out of the boiling water. Glancing around, he quickly gets dressed and makes his way to Hometree in undignified haste.

Like every morning, the people are in a scurry to start their morning duties; the stomach-grumbling scent of fresh fruits and the fumes of sizzling meat; mates scrambling after their little ones to calm them down and perhaps convince them to wear their clothes properly; teenagers rubbing their eyes to rid their tiredness and aching bodies.

The atmosphere is as lively as always, accompanied by the chirping and squawking of neighboring birds. The chatter resonates around the large community and beautifully accentuates the morning beat of drums and strings.

People greet Tsu'tey as he walks, but he's a man on a mission. His stomach gurgles in warning, and he has no choice but the start a jog fueled by nothing but his hunger. He spots Jake and Neytiri amidst the morning chaos, with Jake trying to weave a new armband and Neytiri sharpening her bows. They're chatting animatedly as they work. Stopping next to Jake, when the man offers him breakfast, he fights the urge to grab his face and kiss his strangely thin lips.

"Someone's hungry." Jake chuckles, abandoning his poorly done weaving.

Tsu'tey grunts, shoving fruits into his mouth. "I hunted this morning."

"I see."

"The forest becomes prosperous when the cycle reaches hot temperatures." Neytiri chimes in, looking up from her skilled fingers making quick work of the piece of wood.

"Oh, so it's summer now?" Jake asks.

Tsu'tey and Neytiri look at each other. "What is that?"

"Never mind," Jake shakes his head, then picks up his weaving again when Neytiri throws him a look.

Zeir and Takuk soon join their circle of calm conversation and sharing of food. Tsu'tey feels himself relaxing in the calming atmosphere brought on by his trusted aides—something he needed after weeks of stress and restrained sexual desires. He distracts himself by starting a weaving of his own as well but soon realizes it's a pattern you adorn yourself in. As the thoughts of offering the piece of cloth to you surge in from the depths of his heart, his hands start to shake.

Your smell follows the panic, and he realizes you're near. The unfamiliar stench that accompanies you is enough proof that Reytan will follow in your wake and fuel the anger building inside of Tsu'tey.

"Morning party people," you stand next to Neytiri and thank her when she offers you a leaf of food. "Reytan was showing me good hunting spots. I had no idea we had a literal waterfall."

Your eyes sparkle as you dig into your food, completely oblivious to Tsu'tey's thumping heart that demands your attention. How dare you.

Reytan is quick to add on, and Tsu'tey just now realizes he's also here. "Yes, it is quite a young one."

Neytiri and Takuk are quick to join the conversation about Eywa's gift, but the only gift Tsu'tey can think of is the one being weaved unconsciously between his fingers. You're avoiding his gaze and infuriating Tsu'tey for no apparent reason.

Reytan looks at you. "I can show you other places if you want."

You smile. "Of course, I'd love that."

Tsu'tey almost snarls.

The grip on his weaving tightens and the pointed drums of wood are dangerously close to his skin.

"I am glad we are spending time together," Reytan shyly looks down, tail twitching.

You chuckle. "You're a good friend."

Tsu'tey pricks his finger. It was inevitable and strangely grounding. He feels the sting of the sharp tool imprinted on his cut skin. Deep crimson pools on the tip of his finger and slowly drizzles down his veins. With a hiss, he puts the digit in his mouth.

"Tsu'tey!" you gasp, and swat at his hand. Embarrassment causes him to lower his ears and purse his lips— he was getting jealous over a vrrtep and this notion caused the stinging burn on his finger to worsen. His collected and menacing persona was broken by a mere demon– only children got hurt like this. He was supposed to be Olo’eyktan.

His tail trashes behind him but he does nothing to control it. He needs to make his anger evident. Needs to protest against your will to help him. He doesn't need anyone's help.

You tut at the small cut. "It's small, I'll bandage you up."

"No-"

"Brother, go and get treated. We have an important hunting day tomorrow."

Unfortunately, Jake is right. Grumbling, he follows you into Mo'at's kelku and doesn't glance back at the sullen Reytan watching you walk away.

READER POV

While the kelku is otherwise empty, the intense gaze Tsu'tey has on your face makes you feel suffocated. With a thumping heart and a flushed face, you gently apply a bead of paste with nimble fingers on the small cut.

The silence is loud, filled with your thoughts.

The past week Reytan has been diligently courting you, and you were diligently rejecting his advances. The countless 'no's' and the 'please, I see you as a friend' repeated to the younger man inevitably caused the feelings inside of him to diminish.

However, they were not completely gone. They would never be fully gone unless you mated with another man, or he was to find someone else, you realize. And as you think this, you glance at Tsu'tey, feel your heart drop, and then swear under your breath.

It wasn't that you didn't consider Reytan, you truly tried. But trying wasn't enough. The attraction you've had for Tsu'tey was undeniable, and seeing the man almost every day made your urges almost impossible to ignore.

After his apology, you've fallen into a strange rhythm of friendship(?) with the man. You had love for him, this was a given. Did he have love for you? Maybe sometimes when you weren't being particularly nit-picky. He rendered you speechless every day—with abstract strategies, insults with absolutely no filter towards clan members he has distaste, and the way he simply looks.

Determined to argue with him on everything and push his buttons, you had to simultaneously fall prey to his eye contact. Tsu'tey liked to hold intense eye contact, as he was doing now and staring at two gaping holes on your head. You were entirely too focused on his finger, but how interesting could a finger be? Surely not more than him.

No sooner than you could say 'it could be much worse', your stomach takes the reins into her own hands and thunders. The waterfalls were quite mesmerizing, and as you dumbly admired falling water for almost an hour, you neglected breakfast. The gurgling noise breaks the serene quiet of the kelku as you apply a darker ointment around the edges of his finger.

Tsu'tey doesn't say anything, but it's no doubt he heard. If he didn't, your stomach reminds him again. Watching his ears flicker is a giveaway that he's picked up the abominable sound and itching to comment on it. When it happens again (bless your poor heart, was this punishment for the pranks you have been pulling on Jake during your hunting parties?).

Tsu'tey snorts. "Are you okay?"

"Shut up," you grumble, or gurgle.

Tsu'tey cackles, slapping his knee with his uninjured hand. Would a prick even count as an injury, after nearly dying? "Eywa! I thought it was going to rain. I was about to warn the others!"

"Just...shut up." you hiss through gritted teeth, unable to hold your smile at bay. Fuck, as if a stomach gurgle wasn't embarrassing enough, it had to grace your day in front of Tsu'tey.

With tears in his eyes, Tsu'tey's laugh booms around the space. The raspy timbre bubbling from deep within his chest tickles your ears—he laughs with his entire body, chest bobbing and eyes crinkling. Your heart takes flight and flutters around Tsu'tey's laugh before landing right on the left side of his chest.

It was inevitable, his laugh was contagious. "Not another word from you." you giggle.

Tsu'tey gives you a pointed look.

"Speak for yourself." he cackles, his head careening towards your stomach. With his eyes shut and face pinched, he doesn't realize he’s digging his head into your navel and causing you to squirm.

Having never touched his firm skin lest you count saving his life, you merely freeze and hope intimacy is common amongst Na'vi.

Tsu'tey's shoulders stop bobbing. With no warning, his body becomes slack and hot under your soft touch—merely his forehead grazing against your navel. You can feel him take a deep breath when his chest expands and his nose almost flutters.

Short-cutting is an understatement. The soft breath Eywa lets out amongst the sunny afternoon rustles the intricate chimes hung loosely outside the half-opened flap. The breeze peeks inside to rush across your skin gently, to softly raise the hair until it prickles like needles.

Tsu'tey raises his head, and in doing so, lights fires inside you when his braids tickle your stomach. The beads in the skilled weaving of his hair chime in warning to Eywa—almost butting heads, and the reward is ear-ringing silence.

His eyes slowly roll up, until they settle on you. You think he's lit up from the inside when his freckles glint and eyes glow. He makes it hard to look away as if he's daring you with his intense gaze. You can't, anyways.

Your tail mimics your heartbeat beautifully, swaying from side to side with unintentional thumps on the wooden floor. You watch Tsu'tey's eyes turn half-lidded and hazed as he observes you. The intimacy is settling around your bones and enhancing his irresistible pull. As though he's testing the waters, pushing to see how much you'll let him until you pull– his tail gently wraps around your thigh. Your breath hitches because it's possibly the softest thing you've ever felt, like velvet or fresh grass after fruitful rain.

He pulls you forward until you have no choice but to hold onto his shoulder for support, then look down at him with wide eyes. Your heart beats throughout your entire body as the waves of pleasure run through your veins in deep crimson.

Cursing his large eyes, you struggle to catch your breath. His hand slowly settles on your hip– Tsu'tey touch is soft and never what you've imagined it to be. He's a callous man with sharp edges that stab if you try your luck, but the man gazing up at you with lidded eyes is nothing but. He's beautiful and warm, you relish.

"Vrrtep..." he breathes a secret whisper, like a reminder. But it does nothing of the sort. Guiding his other hand on your other hip, he can now steer you however he wants and you'd probably let him take the reins with no protest. He mindlessly pulls you again until your knees bump against each other. He's clinging onto you which is an obscene scene. Especially when he was itching to get away from you last week and on his deathbed. Succumbing to his mindlessness, you lean forward when he urges you with the tightening of his tail.

"Tsu'tey, are you okay?"

Jumping away from Tsu'tey in panic, you scramble to gather yourself and the medicinal tools scattered about the floor. Jake struts into the marui with large steps and surveys Tsu'tey. You don't know what he sees because you refuse to look, but it must be something interesting enough to pull out an awkward chuckle from his lips.

Standing straight with heaps of objects clutched in your shaking hands, you struggle to keep your composure. "He's all patched up...I need to go water the uh, waterfalls."

Quickly running out of the kelku causes a gust of cold wind to hit your face and realize the severity of the situation. If Jake hadn't interrupted you, what would he have done? What would you have done?

His lips were right there, and if you had leaned in just an inch-

Stopping your sprint, you kneel to your hunches and hold your head. You've mindlessly run into the forest, hoping to escape your feelings, but they're attached to your heart with a mighty strong grip. You huff out a breath, then stand up. Starting a slow walk, you think about the past month with these new revelations.

Tsu'tey's always been indifferent but the ache of being ignored dulled after two weeks, then merged into hatred. The thin line between aggravation and romantic feelings blurred—well, you don't know when or where, but it did.

Perhaps your feelings stemmed from the admiration you've had for him or the hidden fantasies you entertained every night with your hand between your legs.

Frustrated, you decide to walk to Hometree and finish your duties for the day early.

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Tsu-tey - The Age of Arrogance (2)

CHAPTER 2

MINI SERIES MASTERLINK

➵ chapter summary: After avoiding Tsu'tey for a week, he finds you alone in the woods to discuss important matters.

➵ pairing: enemies to lovers, tsu'tey x fem!reader(no use of y/n)

➵ word count: 2.7k

➵ warnings: playful banter, cursing, tsu'tey is an a*shole again

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

You don't see Tsu'tey the next day. Nor the day after, or the other.

Before you know it, it's been a week since he graced you with his scowl and insults. It's good like this, you try to convince yourself. It was better to not see him at all rather than be at each others' throats– it was healthy for your nerves. After Tsu'tey had made it crystal clear that you were aggravating and a factor of chaos in his life, you felt nothing but shame.

Even after your heated argument, you continued to admire him from afar with lingering glances. The realization was humiliating enough that you didn't leave your kelku for an entire day, kicking and punching things around to blow off steam. Your child-like outburst was sufficient in clearing your head, and it helped you decide on your next course of action; hunt until your arms drop. You had decided if you were a constant aggravation in his life, why not conquer his stomach as well?

For the past week, you've been the one providing the clan meat - unless you count the young adults eager to court their prospective mates. After the raw meat stacks in the storage room had doubled, Mo'at kindly asked you to slow down since you didn't need that much meat, and that you were messing with Eywa's balance. The wizened healer was more than happy to hear your apology and your eagerness to provide.

The all-consuming feeling of being useless can only deter you so far, and now, as you crouch behind a large bush, you realize why Mo'at demanded you to stop in panic. The herd of nantang pups roughhousing with their siblings is a view that would melt any grown Na'vi's heart—yours included.

You've been tracking them all morning, having stumbled upon their mother during your routine of bathing in the riverbank, and curiosity did always kill the cat. You don't know what pushed you to track the feline animal that almost killed you during your first night in the forest, yet deep down, you wanted them to be misunderstood.

You always thought that Tsu'tey would turn out to be kind and understanding, perhaps even funny when he warmed up to you– that it was all a big misunderstanding, on both of your parts, if not yours. You were colossally wrong.

Before you knew it, your lean legs carried you until you fully started trailing the pups, gawking at them with a wide smile when they settled near their nest and started a game of who can bite harder. Their mother is not far, you note, probably looking for food in the clearing. You debate on offering them your meat, snug in your pocket, but decide against it. Eywa's balance, and all that. Moat had been rubbing off on you.

A crack in the otherwise silent forest ruins the moment and sours your mood. Puppy-like creatures playing with each other would have been therapeutic and made you forget about a certain scowling man, but it seems getting some peace of mind was not possible.

"_____?" Tsu'tey's voice whispers, and you fight to urge to physically recoil. Decidedly staying hidden in your position, you watch his broad frame kneel beside you from the corner of your eye.

It's been a week since you saw him and it seems he has been busy. Not only were his wounds healed, he regained his muscle, if not, bulked more. You wonder what Mo'at had to say about him doing physical exercise, then quickly try to wipe the sweaty images of him working out from your mind.

Your flushed state alerts the man before you further; his ears perk up, his tail swishes, and his nose wrinkles. "Why are you watching nantang pups?" he asks, almost dumbfounded.

Why should be your question, you would argue.

Why, after a week has he come to see you, deep in the woods no less? It had to be something urgent, you doubt he would apologize after all this time. Your chest aches but the feeling of being utterly useless and humiliated doesn't settle. While it used to wash over you and ground your hunches to the core of Pandora, you only feel pity for Tsu'tey now—he was a strong warrior but his judgment would always keep him from reaching his highest potential as a leader.

With this in mind, you don't feel too bad about not sparing him a glance. He closes the distance between your bodies and kneels fully, face coming beside yours. Side by side like this, not only can you smell you, you can feel him. His warmth exudes like a summer wave and you question why his body's always so hot. Your lashes flutter against your cheek when you secretly gaze at his chest, the rise and fall of his firm pectorals, and the accessories that seem to be adorning his neck again.

They're new. The thought makes your skin prickle with anger and desire. Out of respect, the clan members evidently prepared him jewelry all the more glorious than his previous set, and they've done a mighty good job. His neck isn't covered anymore, rather, an intricate tooth and stone choker surround the thick of his nape. How pretty, you think, too bad his attitude isn't.

He's looking at you from the corner of his eye, careful not to alert your fun. He doesn't speak, merely looks, and the side of your cheek tickles where his eyes gaze.

"What do you want?" you ask in a whisper, but your agitated tone is noticeable and lest you weren't whispering, Tsu'tey sure would have winced.

He gulps, then averts his gaze. "I wanted to," he pauses, gripping his waistband.

You roll your eyes, "Insult me more? Talk about my hands? Yell at me for not leaving you to die?"

Tsu'tey groans softly, hanging his head low. "No, no. You-" he starts. "You have been avoiding me."

You scoff. "Yeah, thought it would be a good idea for the both of us. I'm sure the past week has been bliss, I know mine was." you hiss, scrambling your brain for any insulting line to stab him with. It's satisfying, if not making you feel less of a loser amongst strong Na'vi warriors.

Tsu'tey grits his teeth, agitated. You smirk.

"I wanted to apologize."

Your head snaps to him, wide-eyed and jaw gaping. "Sure," you snort, not believing him in the slightest.

He growls lowly, then shuts his eyes tight. He seems to be in battle with himself and you don't know which side wins until he opens his eyes and sighs. "I'm serious. I would like to apologize for my...behavior. I should not have insulted you after you have saved my life. I am...grateful."

He doesn't quite meet your eyes but his tone is truly sincere, so much so that you have to blink twice and pinch your leg to check if you aren't daydreaming again. Was there something in your tea this morning?

"Oh," you gape, "You're serious. Huh,"

Tsu'tey crosses his arms, then shakes his head in a small nod. His braids crinkle around and you can't help but admire the style change. Rather than a straight line of tight-knit braids, they now adorned the whole of his head and were pulled back into a small bun. It would be outright wrong to deny this suits him, he looks devastatingly handsome.

You clear your throat, having forgotten about the nantang herd altogether. They've surely scrambled to their mother by now, but you don't seem to care—you can't take your eyes off of Tsu'tey in hopes of catching a small crack in his expression.

"I'm speaking from the heart. I am truly sorry."

Your brows furrow, "Okay, I'll believe you, and accept your apology. This doesn't mean we're friends though."

Tsu'tey chuckles, a deep timbre from his chest. It sounds raspy and heart-stopping that you take a deep breath. "Likewise, vrrtep. What are you doing here anyway? Have you not accustomed to the forest after all this time?" he asks mockingly.

"No," you shake your head and cross your arms, matching his stance. Your elbows touch ever so slightly but neither of you pull away. "I was just having some me-time, that's all."

"What is this, me-time?" he grunts, clearly finding the activity laughable.

You fight the urge to nudge his hip with yours to knock him off his hunches. You decide against it. "Time spent alone to relax and stuff." you retort, raising your voice higher.

Tsu'tey gives you an incredulous look. "How nice. And what do you do in this me-time? Sing with the syaksyuk and frolic in flowers?" he snorts.

You swat at his arm but he pulls away quickly enough that you hit the bark of a big tree instead. The smirk he gives you is infuriatingly attractive though, and you groan in annoyance.

"I'll have you know," you start firmly, putting one leg up and then the other to stand with harsh stomps. "Everyone should have some me-time! It makes you relax and turns you into a happy person. Maybe if you took some me-time, you wouldn't be so scowl-y."

Tsu'tey follows suit in stepping into the clearing after you. He puts his hands on his hips and scowls, you almost laugh.

"Look, scowling again!"

He humphs and neutralizes his face, then offers you a smile that's nothing short of fake and forced. "You are right, this me-time you were having made me incredibly happy in your absence."

You gawk, "So much of an apology,”

"You're very aggressive today, is the me-time not working?" he quips, taking a closer step towards you. You take one back in retaliation.

"It was working before you showed up." you hiss. "What, you came here to apologize then annoy me some more? How fitting."

Tsu'tey's lip turns into an expression that's all too fake in expressing his sadness. "You have already accepted my apology, you cannot take it back."

"I won't." You say, turning and inspecting some sort of flower plant. "You have too many things to apologize for anyway,"

Tsu'tey lets out a surprised "Ha!" and then closes the distance between you two to see what you're so carefully inspecting. "And what are those?"

"The flowers or your actions?"

He gives you a dubious look.

"Hmm, let's see. Almost making me fall off my Ikran for once."

Tsu'tey rolls his eyes. "That was a skill issue."

"You putting my saddle on backward is hardly a skill issue."

Tsu'tey's smile tells you that he knew exactly what he was doing, and that he was proud of his little prank nonetheless how irritated you are. "I shall have you know tawtute, your skills have turned-"

The view that the intervener is presented with is surely comical. You and Tsu'tey's heads whip around in synch.

"Who is there?" shouts Tsu'tey, unsheathing his dagger and holding his arm up in a protective manner that has you questioning how he truly feels about you.

"Tsu'tey, brother." Reytan greets his superior with two fingers dripping with respect. He carries out the gesture to you as well but softens his smile.

Reytan has been a new addition to your life—a surprising one but not unwelcome. He claimed he'd been mesmerized by your bravery in the war and had requested to hunt together several times, to which you happily agreed because fuck, he was attractive.

With lean muscles, piercing eyes, and a dominating aura that dulled down into a nurturing persona and a soft voice at times, he was the epitome of a proud Omaticayan man. These factors made it all the easier to relax in his presence and simply enjoy the mundanity of your duties.

"____, I was looking for you," he announces, standing straight.

You clear your throat and quickly step away from Tsu'tey. He surveys you, then Reytan, finally settling his eyes back on you.

"Did we have anything planned for today?" you reluctantly ask, scattering your mind for forgotten conversations.

He shakes his head, "No, I simply wanted to be with you." he grins, tail swaying from side to side.

"Oh," you think. "Oh!"

Ignoring Tsu'tey's noise of protest, you stride towards Reytan. "I see, erm...what did you want to do?"

"I thought we could take a flight together, the eclipse sky is quite pretty with Ikran." he says softly, completely ignoring Tsu'tey in the heat of it all.

Awkwardly shuffling between your feet, you debate whether going with him will spite Tsu'tey or make him heave a breath of relief. The inner turmoil causes a wave of chills to run through your body, like someone had poured cold water down your body, froze your past, present and future then suspended you in time to realize the dawning realization.

You care about what Tsu'tey thinks. You care about who Tsu'tey talks to. You care about how Tsu'tey reacts to your presence. Your heart beats for Tsu'tey.

Even after all that he's made you endure.

Your breathing turns ragged, hands clammy, hair standing up. With an unnaturally straight posture, you shudder a quiet exhale and fight back the urge to scream until your lungs burn.

"____?"

Reytan's voice snaps you out of it. "Oh, yes?" you clear your throat. "Yes, of course. Y-you," with shaky hands, you usher him forward. "You go ahead, I'll be right behind. Just need to finish up here."

You lost your composure for a quick second, but those ticking moments were horrifying enough to let you glimpse into what would happen if you entertained feelings for Tsu'tey.

Reytan nods reluctantly, but leaves without protest. After he's out of view, you hurriedly scamper around the area to retrieve any personal belongings you forgot. You don't dare look at Tsu'tey, not after the realization.

You hear him hmph, or perhaps it's your ears playing tricks on you again. When he does it again and you don't answer, Tsu'tey is annoyed.

"I do not like him."

You whip around. The 'search' for personal belongings was fruitless—a mere excuse to spend more time in his presence but not interact.

"Why?" you croak, smoothing down your hair.

His eyes follow the movement. "He is too...not for you," he grunts.

You furrow your brows. "Are you saying I'm not good enough for him!" your heart clenches. Turning around, you refuse to look him in the eye when he inevitably answers. You dread his voice at this very moment.

"The opposite," he says curtly, stomping towards your form.

Your head whips back around again, yet he's too close for comfort. His breath fans your cheek. "That's...he isn't even courting me."

Tsu'tey scoffs. "Of course he is! Did you not see his tail? His invitation to ride Ikran together?"

You roll your eyes and shuffle away from his presence. "He's just being friendly," you say curtly.

Tsu'tey barks out a laugh that makes you want to crawl into a hole. "You are being naive. He is courting you," he says, tone all too low.

"And why exactly is that a problem?" you grit your teeth, snatching your satchel from him when he offers. In your frenzy of anger and unadulterated denial, your satchel had somehow ended up on the lush greenery. "What if I want to be courted, wooed, and romanced, huh? I don't see why it's any of your business."

He growls, shoulders squaring with his large step towards your frame. "That is not the problem here...someone else can do that for you!"

You shake your head in disbelief. "Reytan is a kind and strong warrior. Anyone would be stupid to refuse his advances, now if you'll excuse me,"

You step around him with your head held high. His grip stops you full force, "Do not go to him." he hisses.

"And why not?"

Tsu'tey pauses, his grip on your arm tightening painfully. "Just do not, why are you so stubborn?"

You try to pull your arm away. "You're the stubborn one!"

His grip is unwavering, eyes piercing into your very being. The hair on your arms prickle. "Ugh– if you don't let go of my arm I'll hurt you."

Tsu'tey scoffs, finding the threat all too humorous. "I'd like to see you try, syulang."

"Oh yeah?"

And with that, you kick his shin as hard as you can and take off into the bushes. The groan Tsu'tey lets out reverberates around the forest and echoes into the afternoon glow. You're making too much noise as you walk away, grumbling and complaining about his incessant behavior, but no children of Eywa dare get in your way.

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