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Orphic (pt.1)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 3,719 warnings; injury, mentions of death Pt. 2; Pt. 3 Important note; this is sort of a continuation of a previous story that can be found on my Wattpad. It's not required to read that story, in fact it was written years ago (now it's very poorly written, but then it was my best writing). It will give backstory on your parents. Speaking of your parents, you were born to Tsu'tey and Y/n. Tsu'tey died the same death as in the movie, and Y/n died during childbirth. Jake and Neytiri took you in and named you after your mother. You're basically twins with Neteyam :) Bold is English :) the normal text is Na'vi

Decided to stray from my Marauders era for the time being, as I rewatched the Avatar movies and that phase is coming back. This is mostly a trial to see if I want to post this series on Tumblr, or just on Wattpad. The format will probably change a bit as time goes on :)

The ground beneath her rushes past as her ikran races through the air, following closely behind the group of older warriors. She stays steady on her ikran, completely in tune with her surroundings as her sharp eyes scan across the moving terrain. The unpleasant hum of the skywalker machines fill her ears, and her lip subconsciously curls into a sneer. Into view comes a train upon its foreign tracks, two helicopter-like vehicles hovering above it. 

“Ground team, move.” Her father’s voice instructs in her ear. The track explodes, sending the front of the train flying and causing the aircrafts to veer off track. The experienced warriors dive, and she aches to follow suit, but she refrains. Only two others stay high in the sky, her brothers, Neteyam and Lo’ak. She knows they crave the same thing she does, to go down and fight with the others. However, their father’s orders echo in their minds. The group of Na’vi work swiftly, bringing down the aircrafts and searching through the various cargo bins.

“Yo, we have got to get down there,” Lo’ak says, looking at his elder siblings with an excited look on his face.

“No way! Dad will skin us!” Neteyam protests.

  “Come on, don’t be a wuss!” Lo’ak half shrugs, and his ikran changes directions, beginning to dive.

Y/n sighs, glancing at Neteyam, “Come on, little brother, we can’t let him have all the fun.” She grins, and flies after Lo’ak.

“Lo’ak! Y/n! Get back here- argh!” Neteyam groans, before reluctantly going along with them. The trio land, and Y/n gracefully dismounts her ikran, swinging her bow across her shoulder. Once again, she’s scanning her surroundings, taking note of any possible dangers, anything that could hurt her brothers.

“Come on, let’s go!” Lo’ak urges, already running into action.

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam growls, running after the boy. 

Said boy runs to a supply crate, where a warrior hands him a gun. “Go boy, take it.” Lo’ak happily takes the firearm, ululating proudly. Y/n and Neteyam walk towards him, the latter rather pissed off. 

“You don’t even know how to use it.” He sneers, glancing distastefully at the gun in his hand.

Lo’ak successfully loads the gun, a smug grin on his face, “Dad taught me.” He raises the gun in the air, pretending to aim at something. “I bet you can’t aim.”

Y/n rolls her eyes, “Lo’ak, you can’t either.”

“Yeah- but I bet he’s worse than I am.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Neteyam mutters. A warrior calls out, and once again their father’s voice fills the air.

“Gunship’s inbound! Fall back!” He yells, and the three kids immediately take off to their ikrans. Neteyam urges the two others to run faster, and they all push. However, their efforts are in vain as an explosive goes off behind them, sending the three flying in the air. Y/n yelps, landing on a jagged piece of metal. She hisses at the pain searing through her back. She sits up, reaching behind her to find her fingers coated in a wet substance.

“Shit, dad is gonna kill me.” She mutters to herself, pushing herself to her feet. “Neteyam!? Lo’ak!?” She spots her father, turning over a blue body. She rushes over, dread filling her body. “Dad- is that-”

Neteyam groans, his face scrunched in pain, “Dad?”

Jake takes Neteyam by the back of his neck, lifting him up to check his back for any injuries. Upon seeing none, he growls at the boy. “What are you doing here, boy? What the hell were you thinking?” He glances at Y/n. “And you- are you alright?”

She bites her tongue and nods, “Yes, I’m sorry, sir.”

“I’m- sor-sorry,” Neteyam grunts out, pain lacing his words as Jake lifts him over his shoulders.

“Go, Y/n. Now.” She nods upon her fathers demand, and rushes back to her ikran. She quietly calms its worried squawks, and takes off in flight. She follows the group through the mountains, trying to ignore the stinging in her back as she hangs her head low, afraid to meet her father’s stern gaze.

A loud horn blows as they make it home, and many Na’vi cheer and whoop upon their arrival. Y/n lands on the rock with a solemn face, and she winces softly as she dismounts, not so graceful as last time. She pets her ikran’s face gently, cooing.

“You did good, girl, thank you.” She whispers, restings her forehead against her ikran’s.

“Fall in.” Her father commands and she sucks in a breath. She pulls away from her ikran, following her father’s orders. He looks at the three children with an irritated look, and Y/n can’t help but notice the hints of worry mixed in. “You’re supposed to spotters. You spot bogeys, and you call ‘em in. From a distance.” He growls, looking back and forth between the children. “Does any of this sound familiar? Get here!” He commands Lo’ak, and the boy steps forward, joining the line. “Jesus, I let you three geniuses fly a mission, and you disobey direct orders.” In a softer voice he adds, “Kiri, can you go help your grandmother with the wounded? Please?” Y/n hisses softly as her mothers hands gently caress the skin around her wound. 

Kiri glances at her father, “My brother is wounded.” She says in an obvious tone.

“It’s fine.” Neteyam reassures.

“Baby girl, please.” Jake pleads as Tuk gazes curiously at the scene. “Tuk, go with her, go!”

“Dad- sir, I take full responsibility.” Neteyam tries as Kiri and Tuk sigh and join their grandmother.

“What- no, he doesn’t.” Y/n butts in, glaring slightly at Neteyam.

“You do. That’s right. ‘Cause you’re the older brother, you gotta act like it.” Y/n looks at him with a distasteful look. She’s the eldest. She was born many moments before Neteyam was. She looks at her feet, a dull ache in her chest.

“MaJake.” Neytiri says softly, a nice change in tone. “Your son, and your daughter, are actually bleeding.”

Jake looks between the two, and his gaze settles on Y/n. “You said you weren’t hurt.”

“I’m fine, sir.” She says quickly.

He stares at her for a moment, before sighing, “Just go and get patched up. Both of you. Go on, dismissed.” She hesitates for a second, but with her mother’s urging hand on her lower back, she walks, leaving Lo’ak alone to deal with their father. 

Neteyam grunts in pain, hissing slightly. Y/n watches quietly from the corner of the room, having already gone through this. Lo’ak laughs, arms crossed as he taunts his brother. Their grandmother, the Tsahik, shakes her head at his antics as Tuk hands Neteyam a bowl and gently instructs him to drink.

“I would use yalna bark.” Kiri says out loud, standing to walk to her grandmother. 

“Oh, you would? And who is Tsahik?” Her grandmother asks, continuing with patching her grandson. 

“You are grand- move!” She shoves Lo’ak over. “You are, Grandmother. But yalna bark is better.” Neteyam hisses in pain. “Stings less.”

“Mighty warrior.” Lo’ak teases, earning himself a slap to his leg from his grandmother.

Y/n tunes the group out, zoning in on a spot on the floor. Her hands clasp tightly around her beaded necklace, one that belonged to her birth father. She wonders if he would have let her go down and join the rest, or if he would also have her be just lookout. Would he be angry at her, the way Jake seems to always be? She’s heard many stories about him. He was a great warrior. The People trusted him to bring them to victory against the sky people, and he died attempting to do so. He was mighty, and she feels like anything but. Her thoughts shift to her mother, Jake’s best friend. She was kind, and fierce. People would always speak of her fondly. She had to end her father’s suffering, breaking her own heart in the process. And then, once Y/n was born, she died. All Y/n has left of her is her name.

She will forever be thankful to Jake and Neytiri, who have filled the position of her mother and father. But she can’t help but wonder how her life would be different if her birth parents were alive. She feels a presence beside her and sighs softly, glancing over. 

“Hey, sis, you alright?” Neteyam asks softly, looking over at her.

She nods a little, “Lo’ak got grounded.” She says quietly as said boy leaves with Kiri.

He hums, “I heard. No flying for a month.” He sucks in a breath, thankful he somehow avoided the punishment. Y/n nods and Neteyam studies her for moment. He notices the way she protectively holds onto her necklace. “Are you thinking about Tsu’tey again?”

“I always am.” She responds, back to looking at the floor. “I miss him, and I don’t even know him.”

He scoots a bit closer, nodding. “It’s alright, sis. He’s with Eywa, and he’s watching over you. I’m sure he’s proud of you.”

She makes a face, “Yeah, maybe.” She glances up as Neytiri and Jake walk into the tent. She makes brief eye contact with her father, but quickly looks away. His sad gaze lingers on the girl, but upon Tuk’s begs to be picked up, he looks away.

Neteyam sighs softly, wrapping his arm around his sister’s shoulders, “Either way, you have me, big sister.”

Y/n glances at him, a ghost of a smile on her face. She holds out her pinky, “Little brother.”

He grins, locking his finger with hers, “Big sister.”

“No matter how old we get.” She finishes softly, shaking his pinky like a handshake. “Thank you, Neteyam.”

He half shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s no biggie.” He pulls his hand away, and ruffles the top of her head. “I'll leave you to ponder, I need to speak to father.”

She smiles, “Try to keep your head.”

He stands, “I'll do my best.” And he walks towards their parents. 

Y/n uses this chance to sneak off unnoticed. She silently slips out of the tent, and once she's a good distance away, she calls for her ikran. She takes a deep breath, and jumps from the edge, landing seamlessly on her ikran. The two immediately take off, and she ululates loudly as they go. Once his wings meet a steady rhythm, she spreads her arms out, basking in the final moments of sunlight. The warmth of the rays brings comfort to her skin, and she sighs deeply. The built up stress slowly fades away and her muscles relax. 

Moments like these, completely alone and serene, not a worry in the world, are her favorite. It’s the only time she can truly relax. However, she doesn’t get many. The tight leash her father holds her on seems to be suffocating. She can never leave without notifying someone - and even then she can never leave by herself. Her father’s fear of something happening took over her life. So, whenever she gets the chance, she slips away, giving herself a moment of freedom. 

Her ikran perches on the side of a cliff, and Y/n carefully climbs onto the small landing. She rests against a rock, looking up at the night sky. Her ikran purrs softly and curls up beside her, resting his head on her lap. She gently pets him, caught up in her own world.

Her serenity was interrupted by the hum of vehicles below her. She furrows her brows as her ikrans head perks up. She peers over the edge of the landing, her eyes searching for the noise. A seemingly rogue amp suit trudges through the forest, gun at the ready. She glances at her ikran, and in only a moment she’s on his back, stealthily gliding down. The sun slowly falls behind the trees, and the world gets darker, but she doesn’t turn for home. The pair land in the trees, and she silently instructs her ikran to stay back. 

She runs through the trees, tracking the noises of the amp suit. The bow slung across her shoulder gently hits her thigh, and her ears perk up at every sound. She eventually catches up with the suit, and watches intently from the trees. A young man occupies the suit, and she notes his particular ugliness. Her stomach settles uncomfortably, and she swallows thickly. 

“Mule, do you read?” Her dad’s irritated voice fills her ears, and she freezes. The sound catches her off guard, and she falls short of the branch she was reaching for. She yelps as she loses her balance on the tree. She shrieks, flailing her arms as she falls. She hits the ground with a thud and a groan, and the amp suit already has his gun pointed at her.

“Well, what do we have here?” He sneers, a nasty look on his features. She grunts, pushing herself to her feet despite the ache in her ankle. She doesn’t answer, instead slowly inching her hands to her bow. “Don’t you touch that thing.” 

“Mule, I asked, "Do you read?””

“It’s getting dark out, did mommy and daddy not tell you to be home before the light dies?” He takes a step closer to the girl, and she bites her cheek, glancing around.

“I do not speak English, dipshit.” She sneers, glaring up at him. 

“What was that? Speak English, beast.” A squawk fills the air, and the man's attention is drawn. Y/n takes this moment to dart between the robot's legs, pulling her bow off her shoulders. She swiftly climbs on top of the tree, pointing the arrow at the man. He points his gun, and fires aimlessly. The arrow leaves her bow, and strikes beside his head. She loads another arrow, and a searing pain shoots up her thigh. But she holds steady, and releases this arrow. The suit slumps, and falls to the ground. 

Y/n glances down at her thigh and a pained look crosses her face, she lifts her hand to her throat. “Devil dog, I read.” She grunts out.

The answer is immediate, “Where’s your playground?”

She stumbles down the tree, calling for her ikran before answering, “By the mountain-” She hisses. “South side.”

There’s a pause, “Are you hurt?”

She sighs deeply, her ikran landing beside her. “Yes. I’m coming home.”

“No, stay where you are.” She takes off. “Mule, do you read?” No answer. “Goddamnit, Y/n.” She makes it home quickly, and her siblings immediately crowd her. 

“Y/n- what were you thinking?” Neteyam rushes out, pushing past his siblings.

She grunts, feeling slightly dizzy from her bleeding bullet wound, “My leg.” She mutters, afraid to look down at it. 

“My daughter!” Her mother shrieks, shoving the growing crowd. “My child- what has happened?”

“Mama-” She slides off of her ikran into her arms. Her leg gives out and she screws her eyes shut.

“Y/n!” It’s her father this time, who also shoves through the crowd. “Shit, Y/n- move! Everyone move!” Neytiri picks up the girl and follows after her mate, her face etched in worry. 

“I’m sorry-” She whispers to her parents.

“Shh, save your energy, child.” Neytiri instructs softly as she sets her down on a fur blanket in their tent. Mo’at rushes in, gently pushing Jake aside to assess the wound. She makes quick work of setting up her supplies, a deep frown on her face.

“Y/n!” Neteyam rushes inside, despite his father’s protests. He slides next to Y/n, taking her hand tightly.

“We must remove the bullet. It will hurt, grandchild.” Mo’at says calmly. “Are you ready?” Y/n swallows thickly and nods.

“Okay,” She whispers, dreading the next few seconds. Her fear proved to be justified, as the pain of large makeshift tweezers digging through her thigh is unbearable. She tries to stay quiet, but a few whimpers and cries manage to escape. She relaxes once the bullet is removed, and sighs. “Ouch.” She mutters, sniffling softly.

Neytiri frowns at her daughter, “What were you doing out there so late?” Jake watches from the front of the tent, a hard look in his eyes.

“I just wanted-” She hisses. “To be alone, for a moment. I lost track of time.”

“And the sky people?”

“Came out of nowhere… he was alone. I was watching him, and then dad called for me, and I fell.” She doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, shame filling her body.

“Where is this man?”

“Dead.” She replies grimly, slightly relieved as Mo’at wraps her thigh. 

“You killed him?” Neteyam asks quietly, wonder in his eyes. Y/n nods solemnly. “Woah, cool.”

“Not cool.” Their father butts in, stepping forward. His hard gaze sets on his eldest. “I’m disappointed in you. You defied multiple rules. Don’t go anywhere alone. Don’t go out when it’s getting dark. Don’t interact with the sky people.” His arms are crossed, and his jaw clenched. “You could've died, do you realize that?”

Y/n’s gaze lowers, and she nods. “Yes, sir.”

Neytiri gives her mate a pointed look, “She could have died, so be thankful she didn’t. She has already received the punishment of her mistakes. All you must do is comfort her.”

“A shot to the leg isn’t enough- she should be grounded.”

“MaJake.” The heat in her eyes successfully quiets the man, and he sighs, shaking his head and storming out of the tent. Y/n frowns, sitting up slowly.

“I’m tired.” She mumbles.

“You cannot walk on your own, granddaughter. Your leg requires healing, and you must give it time to do so.” Mo’at says, a rare gentle tone in her voice. “I shall have a healer bring you crutches.”

Y/n nods, “Thank you, grandmother.” Mo’at nods and collects her things. She exchanges a few words with her daughter, before walking out. Her presence was replaced by a crying Tuk. She runs in and jumps into Y/n’s arms. “Woah- Tuk?”

“Are you dying?” Tuk asks, her eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, no, no, Tuk. I’m alright. I’m not dying, silly.” She says softly, kissing Tuk’s forehead.

“Is your leg going to be cut off?” Lo’ak questions, much too excited about the idea, as he walks in.

“You wish.” She grins. Her siblings can always cheer her up, even if they aren’t trying to do so.

“I think you’re an idiot.” Kiri mentions.

“I think father agrees with you.” Y/n shrugs, still holding tightly onto Tuk. “Is my ikran okay?”

Kiri nods, “You’re ikran is just fine.”

She smiles gratefully, “Thank you. Now, let me sleep. I require slumber.”

Y/n sits, gently humming to herself as she makes a necklace. It’s only been a few days since she was injured, and she’s spent her down time making things for the people she’s loved. She’s already finished the things for her siblings, her mother, and her grandmother. All that’s left is her father. She must admit that she contemplated even making him one, but he really does mean the world to her. She’s determined to make this necklace perfect for him. 

She glances up at the sound of ikrans landing, and her family is there. She hides the necklace quickly, and lifts herself up. She uses her crutches to step outside of the tent, a questioning look on her face.

“What’s going on?” She asks, and meets Lo’ak’s eyes. The boys gaze drifts to the ground and her brows furrow.

“All of you, go. I need to speak with your mother.” Jake demands and no one protests. The group of them go around the tent, and instead of giving them space, they eavesdrop on the conversation. The adults manage to get a few private words exchanged before the children listen in, “This thing. This Quaritch.” Y/n’s ears perk at the name. The villain of her parents’ stories. “Whatever he is- he walked right in here. He can walk right under Eywa’s nose.”

“This is our family! This is our home!” Neytiri defends.

“This is about our family! This is about our little ones.”

“I cannot. You cannot ask this.” Her mother steps past Jake. “I cannot leave my People. I will not.”

“He’s hunting us. He’s targeting our family.”

“You cannot ask this!” Neytiri snaps. “The children. Everything they’ve ever known. The forest. This is our home!” She yells, her voice urgent. 

“He had our children. He had ‘em under his knife!” There’s a moment of silence before Neytiri let’s out a shaky breath. 

“My father gave me this bow as he lay dying.” It wasn’t difficult for Y/n to know which bow she was speaking of. “And he said “Protect the People.” You’re Toruk Makto!”

“This will protect the People!” Jake yells.  “Quaritch has Spider.” Y/n gasps softly, looking at Kiri with sad eyes. “And that kid knows everything. He knows our whole operation, and he can lead them right in here.” The eldest kids share a look. “If the People harbor us, they will die. Do you understand?” They’re silent for a moment. “Look, I got nothing. I got no plan. But I can protect this family. That I can do.” Neytiri gasps softly, her face twisting in pain. “But I know one thing.” Her father whispers. “Wherever we go, this family is our fortress.”

Neytiri sighs, and embraces her mate tearily. Jake sighs softly, his heart heavy. Y/n glances between her siblings.

“You guys need to tell me what happened. Now.”

Y/n waits patiently on her ikran for the ceremony to end. She cannot walk well, so she doesn’t attempt to stand with her family as the new Olo’eyktan to “kill” her father. She keeps her bag close to her hip, her creations kept safely stored inside. She frowns as her family walks towards her, her mother cries silently. 

Not a word is spoken as they begin their journey to the islands. Y/n glances behind her at the forest for the last time, and she can’t help but feel as if she’s leaving behind a vital part of her. She’s leaving behind her birth parents. Their memories. She sighs and looks forward, holding tightly onto her necklace. 

A father protects. It’s what gives him meaning. One life ends. Another begins.

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headcannons ii - modern!au

neteyam

— he was the type of kid who did the lemonade stands as a kid, backwards e and all.

— his led lights are always set to white. he doesn’t even use the light in his room

— he definitely goes trick or treating still. no matter the fact he’s almost 6 foot. he’s gonna get him some free candy

— speaking of candy, his favorite candy is..TWIZZLERS 🤢

— if there’s one thing neteyam will do, he gonna take a deep sigh like he a stressed father of 5

— he has his caps lock on 😟

— such a mommas boy

— ‘you need help ma?’ ‘i can pick her up for you ma’

— idc what y’all say him and jake ARENT THAT CLOSE

— nete def strays away from jakes old veteran ass but the first one to use his military discount anywhere they go 💀 he’s so me

— that boy loves him some the weeknd

— die for you is his favorite song

— the type to literally hit you while laughing

lo’ak

— he’s always in some sort of pain

— ‘my back hurt’ ‘my ankle hurts’

— he was the type of kid who got caught with kik at age 12

— when he finally got his car, he got a dent in it not even an hour later

— he thinks those a.i president videos are top tier comedy

— his closet is where he records his raps 💀

— neytiri has to FIGHT with him to make him wash his favorite hoodie

— ‘MA I CAN GO ONE MORE DAY’ ‘ITS BEEN TWO MONTHS’

— under his bed is literally comparable to a landfill. ITS SO DIRTY UNDER THERE

— when he was a kid, he ran into a wall and knocked his two front teeth out

— something tells me lo’ak is a fast eater like you could blink and his plate is CLEAR

— jake made him join jrotc 💀

kiri

— she’s def a morning person

— you can find her in her room mediating or doing yoga

— very in touch with her higher self

— she’s given herself a lot of stick and poke tattoos

— her favorite one is a heart on her finger

— shoes? hell no. crocs and slippers.

— funniest person in the family hands down

— she actually enjoys cleaning, it’s therapeutic

— the type to make twitter stans mad on purpose

— has way too much blackmail on everyone in the family

— she probably can’t dance tbh shed rather watch

— gives the MEANEST side eye to people

ao’nung

— he has facial hair (teehee)

— he probably was the type to go “boi 🫱🏽” in middle school

— he smells like irish spring ¿

— big big big sneaker head

— ‘where my hug at’ AONUNG GO TO HELL

— got that stiff athletes walk to him

— something tells me he has a letterman jacket with ‘A’ on it

— he definitely needs his license taken away. he has three tickets already

— speaking of license, his picture is his rizz. he looks so pretty in his picture

— poor baby hates eye contact, it makes him nervous

— he’s so fruity. talking bout some “POOKIE 😆”

— he’s a beast at mini golf

— da hood is his favorite roblox game. he definitely gets annoying and tells people to mic up

tsireya

— she actually believes in the tarot readings on her fyp

— she’s confident. not cocky.

— she can whoop ass. PRAY WITH HER DONT PLAY W HER

— she wants to dye her hair but she’s so scared

— she got a tattoo of a heart behind her ear behind her parents backs

— my girl loves her some astrology

— ‘WHATS YOUR RISING??’ ‘tsireya get the hell out of my room’

— she has a pet kitten named wiggles

— her lock screen is of her , lo’ak and wiggles

— she loves oreos

— her and the sims locked IN

— she’s spent at least 500 dollars on packages for the game

— she wears glasses but never wears them so she’s always squinting

— she’s a concert junkie. she’s been to almost every single nct concert she could attend

— ‘lo’ak let’s get matching silk presses’

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Thinking about how Neteyam protected and kept everyone safe till the very end but no one was able to protect and save HIM.

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Chapter 2: Demons.

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Summary: Despite leaving their homeland, Y/n holds onto her mother's values. However, tragedy strikes with Neteyam's death, shattering Y/n's innocence and sparking a raging fury within her, forever changing her carefree spirit

"Devil Dog, this is Eagle Eye, Over."

As Lo'ak and my father speak through their earpieces, I tuned out. Tuk and I were the only ones in the family without them. My gaze lingers on the abandoned shack— where my parents fought Spiders father. A knot tightens in my stomach. I hate when they use code names. Hate how foreign the tawtute li'fya sounds in my ears although I've heard them speak it multiple times. Even though my father is— was one of them.

The sound of that language stirs a pain I never lived but have inherited. A pain woven into the stories ma sa'nok and the elders passed down. A pain that will never fade. That will be carried for generations. And hearing them speak it now feels like a betrayal to My People.

Snapping out of my thoughts I catch the end of their conversation.

"Me, Spider, Kiri... Y/n and Tuk."

Lo'ak hesitates before saying our names— Tuk's with even more reluctance than mine.

"Te'lanä le-Na'vi. Oeru teya si, oeru teya si." I mutter, trying to remember the lyrics as I leave Moat's tent. She taught me the songs of our ancestors— the ones they used to sing before the Hometree was destroyed. She says Eytukan loved hearing her sing it before he met Eywa.

I once heard ma sa'nok singing it too— well not exactly. I was spying. She had been reminiscing about the past, about how life was when her father was still alive and olo'eyktan. I thought maybe if I learnt the songs from her childhood, It'd make her happy. Maybe then she wouldn't always be on edge, like she was constantly waiting for someone— for something.

"Attack! Attack!" Tuk's voice breaking up random village chatter. She zooms past, flying her Toruk toy, the one that has been passed down to Tuk from Neteyam. A scientist calls after her, but she ignores them, lost in her own battle.

I slip past Tuk and into the kelku, where Spider and Kiri are. Kneeling besides Kiri, I watch as she carefully applies medicine to Spider's arm.

"I'm definitely faster when I'm blue," he says with a smirk.

Kiri laughs, and I stare at him, a small smile tugging on my lips. Spider is odd— a tawtute. Who is constantly trying to prove himself to everyone in the village, it's impressive how brave he is even with such a small body, he's even braver than Norm. Sempu tolerates him, but sa'nok despises him for what he is. My siblings and I consider him a brother.

Hearing the hunting horn blare. My heart leaps as I bolt outside, knowing my family is in the hunting party.

"They're here!" I yell sprinting toward the ikrans descending from the sky. Tuk's excited voice trails behind me, her footsteps quick.

Lo'ak and Neteyam dismount their ikrans, their heads down. Something happened. Something bad.

"Fall in." My father's commanding voice cuts through the air catching Neteyam and Lo'ak's attention.

"You're supposed to be spotters. You spot bogies, and you call them in," he says, frustration laced in his tone as he looks them over. "Get here!" he gestures for Lo'ak to step forward.

Kiri nudges ,e toward Lo'ak while she checks Neteyam for any injuries. My mother sees my expression and immediately leaves Tuk's side to assess the damage.

"Kiri, help your grandmother with the wounded, please?" Dad's voice softens when speaking to her.

"Our brothers are wounded, sempu" I say glancing at Kiri as she rolls her eyes at our fathers words.

"Please girls, you too Tuk. Go."

We begrudgingly leave, but the last thing I hear is Neteyams voice.

"Sir, I take full responsibility."

Sir.

I hate that word, it has no warmth to it, no love. It forces my brothers into soldiers in my fathers mind. It's human. It is not the way we speak. Not the way Na'vi were meant to be. The People do not speak to one another like this, and my father knows it.

Now in the healing tent as Kiri and Grandmother tend Lo'ak and Neteyam, there was a light atmosphere as our father was out the way and it was just us kids and our grandmother.

"Aww want a kiss on the boo boo?" Spider teases.

I laugh, the weight of the prior moments finally breaking. Mo'at flicks me with her tail, silently demanding the medicine I've been holding.

"I would use yalna bark," Kiri says shoving Lo'ak playfully out the way.

"Who?" I ask, handing the medicine to Mo'at.

Kiri turns to me, scowling.

"Asked," I finish with a giggle.

"And who is tsahik?" Mo'at adds with a smirk.

I giggle even more before turning back to Lo'ak, who just shook his head, a small but distant smile on his face.

"What punishment did sempu give you this time? Me and Tuk are coming with you," I sway side to side, waiting for his response.

"Ikran duty." he groans.

We rush through the jungle, my father's orders still ringing in my ears. Plants and branches blue past as we leap over roots and weave through the trees.

Tuk walks ahead, "Come on guys, it's almost eclipse—"

Suddenly an avatar lunges from the shadows, grabbing Tuk in a crushing grip.

She lets out a sharp cry, and I stumble back my knife instinctively clutched in my hand. Before I can react, another uniltìrantokx slams into me, shoving me toward where my family stands, ambushed.

"Put it down, or I'll shoot you!" A soldier snarls, his rifle aimed squarely at my head.

"Drop it! Now!" another barks.

"Y/n, yem tsal nkell," Lo'ak urges, his voice tight with fear. My fingers tremble as I grip the knife— my knife which my songcord was connected to. Before I can decide, one of the avatars wrenches it from my grasp.

The songcord snaps.

The beads scatter, vanishing into the undergrowth of the grass underneath us.

A hiss rips from my throat, but more guns rise in response. Kiri's voice breaks through the tension, screaming for me to stop. My chest heaves. I'll find a way to get it back.

But then— pain.

A searing, blinding pain.

One of them yanks my kuru, and I collapse, knees slamming into the dirt. A scream is torn from my throat, raw and guttural, the agony unlike anything I've ever felt, like fire seeping into my very soul, severing something sacred. My stomach churns, my vision blurs, my breath stutters.

"Shut the fuck up!" The soldier gripping my queue sneers, pressing my own knife against my throat. I bite down on my lip to stop another scream, tears burning hot trails down my face.

"Hey Colonel, check it out, five fingers, We got a half breed."

The one holding Kiri lifts her trembling hand.

The leader approaches, his boots sinking into the damp soil. He studies her, then moves to Lo'ak.

"Show me your fingers."

Lo'ak lifts both middle fingers. Only something he, Kiri and my dad can do.

"Yeah you're his alright." Then he turns to me. The soldier behind me finally releases my queue, but before I can breathe, my wrists are seized.

"You might not have five fingers," he muses tilting his head, "but you sure as hell look like that Sully woman."

I hiss, baring my teeth.

"And just as crazy." he adds, smirking as he walks away.

Then without warning, he grabs Lo'aks kuru and yanks.

"Where is he?" he demands, twisting the queue in his hands.

Lo'ak grits his teeth, refusing to scream.

I force myself to look away�� I can't bear the see my brother in pain. I focus on anything else— the ache pulsing through my skull, the parts of my songcord which lay there— parts of my life left sprawled on the damp jungle floor something that has always been apart of me now discarded like none of it even mattered.

The soldiers drag us back to the abandoned shack, the place where it all started.

"Lyle, pull the audio from this," the Colonel orders.

"That's Sully's woman," he sneers. "She's an animal."

Night falls.

They line us up. Tuk by my side, we hold hands as long as we can. The rain falls in sheets, masking my tears, but I can still feel them.

Then—

Yip

My ears twitch.

I turn to Tuk silently, she nods.

Yip

Sa'nok.

To anyone else— it's just another sound in the jungle. To a Sully— it's a declaration of war.

The night is silent, too silent. No birds, no animals. Eywa knows.

Yip

Yip

Suddenly an arrow slices through the air, striking the avatar holding Kiri and Spider. Chaos erupts. Lo'ak pulls a pin from one of the soldiers smoke grenades

Gunfire. Screams. Smoke.

Tuk and I sink our teeth into the arms of the soldier restraining us. He howls in pain, losing his grip on us, "You little shits!"

"Tuk, come!" I grab her wrist, dragging her toward the trees. I have to get her out. I have to—

My mother's yell echoes through the chaos of the jungle.

"Demon! I will kill you as many times as I have to!"

I spin to Tuk, breathless. "Go with Spider and Kiri. I'll be back!" I don't give her time to argue as I run the opposite direction.

Straight to where my songcord beads lie scattered in the dirt.

The gunfire is deafening, but I don't care. I scramble through the mud, searching.

One, Two, Three.. Nine—

Where is it?

"Y/n, Y/n Come!" Sa'nok's voice is close, desperate.

I dig frantically, fingers shaking.

Then— she grabs my arm. The realisation hits me like a tidal wave.

It's gone.

The bead— the one I got when I first called Spider my brother, is gone forever.

Back at the home base, we huddle outside of our kelku, listening in on our parents.

"This thing.. this thing is Quaritch."

My fathers voice is quiet, but it cuts deep. The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man who almost killed us today.

"I cannot, You cannot ask this. I cannot leave my people. I cannot." My mothers voice cracks.

Lo'ak kneels beside me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I lean into him, closing my eyes, listening.

"This is our home!"

"Quaritch has Spider! That kid knows everything!"

Spider would never—

"He will lead them here!"

"Wherever we go, this family is our fortress."

Later that night, Mo'at tends to my kuru.

I sit cross-legged, trembling with my back to her as the flickering firelight casts a long shadow against the walls of the kelku. My scalp burns where the vrrtep grasped my kuru. The pain sharp, relentless— but it doesn't compare to the ache in my chest.

The kind of ache that makes your body feel too heavy for your bones. the kind that settles in your heart and refuses to leave.

Tears slide down my cheeks, warm against the cold night air. I try to stay still, try to be strong, but my breath stutters with each sob I try to swallow.

"I don't want to go, grandma," I whisper. My throat feels like it's closing up. "Please... you are tsahik, don't let us go."

Mo'at says nothing. She doesn't need to. Her silence isn't cruel— it's knowing. Her hands steady as they've always been, worn from time and wisdom. She dips the cloth into the warm water and presses it gently against my scalp. The sting makes me wince, but I don't pull away. Her touch is grounding.

Her hands, so strong, now move slowly, as if trying to mend more than just more wounds. She hums quietly— soft and low— the song she taught me earlier. A plea to the ancestors.

I close my eyes.

That same song... I imagined singing it one day as tsahik of the Omatikaya, standing proud beside the Tree of Souls. I imagined teaching it to those younger than me. I imagined growing old here, under the glow of Eywa's light.

"It's not fair." I say, louder this time, the words jagged and wet. "We belong here. I belong here."

Mo'at pauses.

Then she rests her hands on my shoulder, warm solid. I lean into her touch like I did as a child. " Ma Y/n," she finally says, her voice soft but unwavering, "we do not choose the road. Sometimes the road chooses us."

I shake my head, tears falling freely now. "Why us? Why our family? Why do we have to leave."

She cups my cheek, turning me gently to face her. her eyes sine in the firelight, tears— but also strength. The kind of strength I don't think I can gain.

"Because Eywa walks with you," she says. "Even when you do not feel her. Even when the path is heavy, long and full of sorrow. You carry the soul of the People with you, wherever you go."

I want to believe her. I want so badly to believe that leaving doesn't mean losing everything. But my hands are still empty. My songcord although fixed is missing something. My home is behind me.

And all I can feel is pain.

I bury my face in her shoulder and let myself cry. Not like an overprotective sister. Not like the daughter of Toruk Makto. Not like someone who is brave.

Like a child.

Just a child.

Who wants to stay.

Who wants to be whole again.

Who wants to be seen.

Mo'at wraps her arms around me, and I know— I am seen. I am loved. I am not alone.

But it hurts.

It still hurts so much.

This is like stones in my heart. Tarsem is wise beyond his years. He will be a strong olo'eyktan. The leader must die. So the leader can be born. Toruk Makto must disappear.

The next morning we walk.

The forest is quiet. no birdsong, No rustling, Just the sound of our footsteps through the soil and the distant cries of the ikrans circling. It's as if the whole of Eywa is holding her breath.

I walk behind Kiri, my fingers barely brushing hers, craving comfort but unable to reach for it. Tuk clutches my mothers hand tightly. She doesn't speak. None of us do.

I glance over my shoulder. the village. The People. Mo'at and Tarsem stand infront of the Tree of Souls. the glow of Eywa's presence radiates around them, faint but steady.

Mo'at places two fingers to her forehead and slowly brings them down.

I see you.

The gesture splits something open in my chest.

I lift my trembling hand and return it.

I see you. I will always see you.

Tarsem nods once. Strong, solid. Like the leader he is.

The further we walk, the heavier I feel. Like stones are tied to my limbs dragging behind me. The weight of my broken songcord tucked into the pouch at my side, but it might as well be a thousand tons.

I left a piece of my life scattered across the forest floor.

That missing bead— my bond to Spider, my memory of seeing him as not a human, not as an outsider, but as a brother— that piece of me is gone.

I don't know if I'll ever get it back.

I sniff and wipe my face, but it doesn't matter. My cheeks are soaked.

Ahead, sempu walks tall, like he always does. His shoulders don't falter. But I know. I know him. His silence is screaming. He's just as broken, if not more.

Sa'nok walks beside him, her gaze straight ahead, jaw tight. Every few minutes she glances back. Toward home. Toward Mo'at. Toward the forest that shaped her.

Kiri walks like she's carrying a storm inside her chest. Lo'ak is quiet— too quiet— and Neteyam's face is unreadable. Like he's already somewhere. Somewhere colder.

Toruk Makto must disappear. So the People can live.

What if I don't want to live like this?

What if I'd rather stay, even if that means fighting till my last breath?

I don't say it aloud though.

Because I know they'll say I'm young. That I don't understand why we need to leave.

But I do. I understand everything.

I'm just not ready to go.

And maybe... I never will be.

so... how we feeling?🤘🤘🧍🏾‍♀️cause i wanted yall to feel happy, sad, sad. I didnt proofread btw. why don’t yall wanna be tagged like?😒👊

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Just thought you guys (Zdinarsk lovers) should see this

P.s: Her right hand (fingers) spell out Phnx

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Prettiest Na'vi <3

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Platonic Yandere Jake and Neytiri X Fem Human Child Reader

~A/N: A bit late for the trio of things I planned to post, but here it is! The only bit of plot I will put up here is that the reader is Tommy's daughter, so Jake's niece. And not many physical traits described besides you being small.

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CW: yandere behavior (platonic), mild description of character death, mild description of violence, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior

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-You had been only 4 years old when your dad died. And because of that, you had been put into the care of your uncle Jake. 

-You loved your uncle, but he was sad about your dad passing too, so he hadn’t been fun in a while. But you understood, you were sad about your Daddy being gone too. Your new activity with your uncle was sitting on his lap in his chair. 

-Pretty soon, it was time to go to the other planet, and uncle Jake was going too. You had already been approved to go with your Dad, and it was planned for you to get an ‘implant’ in your nose and mouth to be able to breathe right because they didn’t want to make an oxygen mask small enough for you. 

-You went onto the ship, running around and talking to all the people you would be living with. Grace was your favorite of the scientists, she was so nice and patient with you. 

-But at the end of the day, you were back with your uncle, in his lap. You cuddled into him as you sunk into a nap. 

-And Jake had been having a realization. The realization that you were the last thing he had of his family. You had already been precious to him, but now he couldn’t afford to lose you, he’s sure it would kill him. 

-He hugged you to himself tightly as he rested his chin on top of your head. He also had a quiet conversation with Grace about you. He didn’t want to disturb you. 

-Around the time dinner was ready, you began to stir, and Jake kissed the top of your head before wheeling over to the dining area. This would be the last actual meal before everyone went into cryosleep. 

-You peacefully ate your food while still in your uncle’s lap. Then went into the cryopod right next to his, ready to wake up in a new place. 

… 

-You woke up to your uncle looking down at you. It seemed like you were the last one to wake up. And your face was sore. 

-You complained to him about it, groaning while burying your face in his chest. 

-Jake just rubbed your back while cooing at you. He said he could get you some painkillers for the soreness. But that it was from the implants being put in, and that it was why you were the last one to wake up. 

-You just nodded while clinging onto him, smooshing your face to his chest. Not paying attention to the movement of his wheelchair under you. 

-Jake had wheeled you into the dining area and made you a simple sandwich, along with getting some painkillers for you to take with the meal. He locked himself into place at a table and turned you to face the food more. He was happy that he could get you to eat and take the medicine, hopefully you’ll feel better soon. 

-As he was hanging out with the scientists, you had started to perk up. He still held you close, eventually asking if you felt better, getting a positive answer too. He just smiled and kissed your head. 

… 

-It had been a few weeks of settling in and setting all of the equipment up before they were ready to get everyone in their avatar. In that time, Jake had successfully talked someone into making a baby sling to put you in while he was outside. 

He had successfully gotten into his avatar, tested it out, and gotten to change into regular clothes before going back to you so they could go outside. He saw you in an adorable, and tiny, version of the outfit he was wearing, just with shorts. He picked you up and cradled you close, finally able to walk around with you. This felt like a blessing. 

He went to join the rest of the group, grabbing the sling on his way. He went up to Grace to help him strap you to himself. She tied the sling around him before slipping you into it on his back, facing forward. You squirmed for a bit before settling down, still pouting. Jake just chuckled before telling you that this planet was dangerous and you would be safer like this. You still pouted, but said ‘okay’. He patted your head before moving on. 

He was walking through the forest with everyone when he got distracted by something. You turned your head in the same direction as your uncle, squinting into the forest around you. He looked over to the rest of the group, who didn’t look like they would be moving for a while, before walking towards the sound you both heard. He had been walking for a little bit before coming into a small clearing. He turned in a circle before huffing and turning back towards where he came from, patting your head in the meantime. 

Though he stopped dead in his tracks as he heard growling coming from behind him. It was a massive creature with six legs and terrifying teeth. As soon as it made the slightest move towards him, he took off running. Luckily you weren’t bouncing too much since the sling was surprisingly secure. He continued sprinting until he came across a cliff with what looked like water at the bottom. He had to make a choice, and it was very easy to make as he heard the thing getting closer to you guys, fast. 

He jumped off of the cliff. 

-As he was falling he pulled you out of the wrap, pulling you to his chest before you two hit the water. He plugged your nose for you right before you both went under. 

-He swam, what he thought, was up as soon as he stopped descending in the water. He took a deep breath as soon as you two resurfaced, flopping onto his back while still holding you. 

-As soon as he regained his bearings, he asked you if you were okay. You just said ‘yeah’ before dropping your head back onto him. He laid his hand on your back while he continued taking deep breaths. 

-Pretty soon he had recovered enough to stand up, taking you with him. This time, he just held you in his arms as he moved through the forest, putting his jacket around you to hopefully keep you from getting too cold. 

-He found another clearing to sit down in for a while. Leaning back against a log to let you rest upright, and hopefully sleep for a little bit. 

-Sadly, he was mistaken as another animal came into the clearing and started growling at you guys.  He just sighed, because of course this happens to you two. 

-He didn’t get the chance to think much of it before a native jumped out from the forest with a bow and killed the animal. Saying what looked like a prayer over the body. 

-He jumped up to follow her as she walked back into the forest. He kept trying to talk to her, but she kept ignoring him. He eventually got her to turn around, but she just started lecturing him. He covered your ears as she started insulting him. 

-That drew her attention to you, and she hissed at you. He bared his teeth at her and held you closer. He said that she shouldn’t do that to a child. 

-Her ears went back before she looked up and stopped talking. 

He looked at where she was looking and saw many floating white things coming towards you two. He took a step back before one landed on his shoulder, then yours. You didn’t react, he saw you had fallen asleep while he was following the woman. They continued to land on the two of you until all of his torso was covered, along with your whole body. As soon as they were all situated, they flew away. He looked back at them as they all disappeared into the forest. 

He looked back at the woman in front of him, who was looking at the two of you in awe. He just raised a brow at her before she grabbed his free arm and dragged him with her. He just asked where they were going as he started voluntarily following her again. He didn’t get to get an answer before something went around his ankles and he fell off of the log they were moving along. 

-He wrapped himself around you as he fell, taking the impact for you. He looked up as multiple male navi came towards him on Pandoran horses. 

-He didn’t get a chance to speak before the woman dropped down in front of him and started speaking in navi to the apparent leader of the group. She gestured to them multiple times, he could only assume she was defending them. 

-He felt you grip his shirt, so he used his free hand to rub your back. 

-They had apparently come to some sort of agreement because she came back over to them and said they would all go to the clan together. 

-He followed the group for a while before coming to an absolutely massive tree, going through an archway among the roots of the tree. 

-He went until he stopped in the middle of all the people, at the front of the clan apparently. Then a man with more intricate accessories than the rest came in front of him. He briefly looked down at you to check if you were still asleep. You were. 

-He kissed the top of your head before the man started speaking at him. Then to the woman who saved you two. 

-He asked what he was saying, and she said that her father was deciding whether to kill them or not. He just furrowed his brows and held you closer to him. The man noticed and huffed at him before another navi showed up. 

-She had come down from the tree in front of him, making the whole crowd go silent. She walked around him, poking and prodding here and there, before pricking him and tasting the blood. She said that eywa had given her a sign that he and his niece were to be given a chance to learn. 

-He thanked her and hugged you close before resting his chin on the top of your head. 

The woman came back over to him and told him he would have to change into the clothes of the people. He was taken to a tent and given just a loincloth and some bracelets. He handed you over to her, telling her to take care of you, before going into the tent and changing as quickly as he possibly could. It had taken him a minute to figure out how to put on the loincloth, but he was out of the tent very quickly, taking you back into his arms as soon as he was close enough. The woman huffed and crossed her arms before leading him over to a log to sit down. She got up briefly to get some food for the two of you, which he took from her while gently shaking you awake. You blinked before looking up at him then around you. You just huffed before shifting yourself to sit sideways on his legs. 

Jake just chuckled before opening the leaf and unveiling the food he was given by the woman. You leaned over it, sniffing, then reached for some of it. You hesitantly ate the bit you pinched off, and looked pained while chewing it. But you quickly went back for more of it, so Jake assumed it tasted good. He ate a bit of it, having the same series of reactions as you, but ultimately deciding it tasted really good, just different. The two of you quickly finish off the food given to you, Jake using the leaf to wipe off your face then licking his own fingers clean, you doing the same after seeing him do it. 

The whole time Neytiri had been watching them with narrowed eyes. She kind of understood why eywa had recognised these sky people. They were very weird to her, but also sweet. They had been focused on each other the whole time, and she was very happy when she had gotten to hold you. She was on the log right next to them, but not involved somehow. 

-She scooted closer to you two, then asked what your names were. She was formally introduced to you two, and gave you two her name in return. You smiled up at her and told her she had a pretty name. 

-You got a beaming smile in return. 

-Neytiri started a conversation with you two while she was finishing her food. She was having a surprisingly good time talking to them. And she was excited for the training she would give them too. 

-Pretty soon it was time to go to sleep, though you were already a step ahead of everyone else, having conked out before Neytiri even finished eating. 

-Neytiri guided you guys up to some of the empty hammocks, and watched Jake carefully lower himself into one with you laying on his chest. She huffed before laying in the one right beside his, ready for the next day’s lessons. 

… 

-Jake woke up in the link pod, already missing you but excited to share your experience with the others. 

-He enthusiastically shared what happened with Grace and the others, getting positive feedback from it. Though he was sad that he would truly have to wait until the morning to see you again. 

-He ate dinner, did his video log, then went to sleep. He will have an eventful day tomorrow, he’s sure. 

… 

-He woke up in his avatar to you poking his cheek. He playfully bit your fingers to hear you squeal. He grabbed a hold of you and carefully got back out of the hammock. Seeing Neytiri doing the same. 

-He got guided back to the logs to eat breakfast with Neytiri and another man from the night before. He got introduced to him, his name was Tsu’tey. 

-He got an extra big leaf again, and shared the meal with you. You were still groggy as well, even if you technically woke up before him. He still had a conversation with the two over your head as the two of you ate. 

-Neytiri said that she should take you to change into more appropriate clothes as well before the training starts. Jake was very reluctant to let go of you, but ended up handing you over to Neytiri and watching her walk off with you in her arms. 

Tsu’tey had given him a weird look and asked him why he was so protective of you. Jake sighed and told him that you were his twin brother’s daughter, and that you were put in his care after Tommy died. Tsu’tey gave a surprisingly understanding look before saying that you seemed very happy with Jake. And Jake just smiled before looking back in the direction you were taken in to see if you were coming back yet. 

-When he saw you in the navi clothing, he was a little bit unsure of you having that much skin exposed in case you fell. But knew it would’ve happened as soon as your other clothes had gotten dirty at the latest. 

-Neytiri looked pretty pleased with herself. She had chosen a good combo for you, completed with accessories as well. 

-She huffed again as you squirmed to get down when you were close to your uncle. But she set you down anyway. 

Once you were free, you ran to your uncle as fast as your little legs could take you. You didn’t even get to collide with him before he was picking you up and kissing all over your cheeks. You giggled at him before he set you back in his lap. He told you that you looked very cute in your new clothes, which earned him a very pleased smile from you. The two others that were watching just had small smiles at the sweet moment between you two. 

Jake eventually asked where his stuff was taken. They told him the tsahik had it with her, and he requested to go get it before the training. They took him to the tsahik’s hut, and he went to his stuff just to get the baby wrap before going back over to the two navi. 

-They looked at him weird as he was tying it around himself, but quickly understood its purpose as he slid you into it on his back. 

-You were facing the same way as him, and were resting your chin on his shoulder. He turned to look at you, before blowing a raspberry on your cheek which had you giggling up a storm. 

-Neytiri was silently cooing at you, while Tsu’tey huffed at the display. 

-It didn’t take long for him to rejoin the small group and set off for his first lessons. Which were apparently with the pandora horses, then some navi language lessons. 

-Upon being faced with the direhorse, he realized it may be a bad idea to keep you strapped to him for this activity. 

-So, he pulled you out of the wrap and untied it. He was considering telling you to sit against a tree before Neytiri came up and took you into her arms, taking the wrap as well. 

-She looked at the wrap before tying it to herself how she had seen Jake do it. When she was done she put you into it, on her front facing her. She looked down at you before going off to the side of the direhorse and giving him some instruction. 

-She and you then moved to the side to watch Jake make attempts to get onto the direhorse, which took him multiple minutes. Once he eventually got on it, he then attempted to connect his braid with it, which also took longer than expected. Neytiri gave him some more instructions once more, which made the direhorse race off and eventually throw him off of it. 

-You squirmed towards where he fell, but Neytiri just used a hand to rub your back and told you he would be fine, and that this was typical for people that are learning. You just sighed before resting your head on her chest. 

-She kept her hand on your back as Jake kept at it until he got the hang of it, which only took about 2 hours. 

You were getting restless from being trapped in the wrap all morning. You ran from your uncle trying to hug you because, according to you, he was ‘stinky and yucky’. He eventually caught you and hugged you, making you squeal and slap at him. Neytiri eventually suggested taking you to a small lake to bathe before having some lunch before the language lessons. So, Jake carried you while following Neytiri to the lake to bathe you and himself. 

It didn’t take long to make it there, and you were immediately wiggling to be put down. As soon as your feet touched the ground, you took off running and jumped into the water. And you were immediately giggling and swimming around once you came back to the surface. The two adults were smiling at you before taking off their extra accessories before jumping into the water themselves. They both chased after you in the water, Neytiri getting to you first and lightly tossing you into the air before putting you back into the water. You were all smiles as the two of them took turns playing with you while getting clean. They took longer than usual bathing, but couldn’t be bothered to care because of the fun you were having. 

-After you were all clean, you all went back to the heart of the clan to have a light lunch before the language lessons. 

-You all got some fruits and leftover meat from breakfast before sitting on a log to eat. You ate and talked, getting attention from both of the adults with you. You faintly wondered if this was what it felt like to have a mom and a dad. It felt nice. You leaned on Neytiri as Jake handed you another small piece of fruit. 

-You happily ate all of the food they gave you, but eventually hopped off of the log and whined at them to get going for the lessons. 

-Both of them just chuckled before getting up and walking to a clearing while each held one of your hands. You also took the opportunity to swing between them because of how tall and strong they were. 

-You had been having so much fun on this planet, even if there were some scary parts so far. 

-You were, surprisingly, not bored during the lesson and picked up the language pretty quickly. Jake put more effort into it because of how into it you were. 

-Though maybe he also wanted to impress Neytiri. He thought she was beautiful. A wonderful woman. 

-He wanted to impress her, but even that came behind taking care of you. 

… 

-It had been two months of more lessons, and Jake doing more video logs to document the findings he was making on the navi. But he was more concerned with the changes he was seeing while he was navi. 

-He had been getting a lot more affection than normal from you, and saw Neytiri letting her walls down around him. He was making breakthroughs with both of you and he couldn’t be happier. 

-You had been actively dividing your attention between your uncle and Neytiri, because you were honestly starting to see them as your mom and dad, because they had been taking these roles for the entire time you had been with the clan. 

-And you felt like they thought the same with how much they’ve been doting on you. And you’ve been soaking it up the whole time. 

-Also during the times where you had been napping throughout the day, Jake and Neytiri had gotten a lot closer too. They had even bonded just by caring for you together. They looked at each other in a different light. 

And it was one night of them bringing you back to the hammocks to sleep that changed everything for them. Neytiri had been the one carrying you back after they had been working on the language lessons then playing around with you until it was time to go to sleep. As you made it to the point where she had to hand you off to Jake so he could hold you in his hammock, and as she was moving you, you said “Night night Mama.” Neytiri was so shocked and overjoyed that she started crying while holding you closer to her. Jake had heard what you said and smiled before getting closer and rubbing your back. You were still very sleepy, but reached for him while calling him ‘Papa’. He also started crying and couldn’t stop himself from hugging both of you at once. 

You were smiling in your sleep while soaking up the attention from them once again. 

… 

-Jake woke up in the link pod already smiling and on the verge of tears. He was just so happy. 

-Grace came up to him, very concerned for him. She frantically asked what was wrong. 

-Jake just continued to shed tears before saying, “She did it. She called me her dad!” He started sobbing while hugging Grace tightly. 

-She laughed before hugging him back, putting him back in his wheelchair right after. She brought him over to the other scientists and said they needed to celebrate the new father amongst them. Everyone cheered before having a big dinner together to celebrate. 

… 

-Jake had been completely forgetting about the RDA while with the navi, because they made him happier than their acceptance ever did. He acknowledged that they had given him a mission, but chose to not necessarily comply with it. 

-He then realized that since he had the trust of the people, he could warn them of the impending attack from the RDA. He felt it was the right thing to do. 

-He brought it up with Neytiri first, while you were napping in her lap after lunch. He told her that, in his human body, he had heard of the planned attack the night before. She looked at him with wide eyes before hugging you closer to her. 

-She asked what they should do. And Jake sighed before saying that her father needed to know so that the warriors could stop them before they destroyed the hometree. 

-Neytiri just firmly nodded before saying that they should go tell him now, so that they had enough time to plan their own attack. 

-Jake said he also needed to let his closest friends at the labs know what’s happening, so that they could make sure he could stay in that body during the attack. Neytiri teared up while nodding again. 

-They both quickly made their way back to the village to talk to Eytukan. Neytiri told Jake that they should leave you with Mo’at while discussing these matters, and he very reluctantly agreed. 

Once you were dropped off with the assurances that you would be well taken care of, they made their way to the olo’eyktan. On the way, they came across Tsu’tey and began dragging him with them. He protested but Neytiri just hissed at him while continuing to drag him by the arm. Once they made it to him, Neytiri demanded that everyone besides the four of them leave. Her father was confused, but didn’t protest when seeing the serious look on his daughter’s face. 

It didn’t take long for the hut to empty out. And Neytiri just immediately said what was wrong. Tsu’tey and Eytukan were floored by the news, but immediately started asking questions. Jake stepped in and told them everything he knew from his time as a human recently. They all listened intently, before coming up with a plan to be ready to fight before the humans were. They knew they would show up in a week, and they would be ready. 

… 

-The omatikaya had been preparing all week. Along with the closest people to Jake in the labs. 

-Jake had been going back and forth with Neytiri, and even Tsu’tey, to make a temporary shack for the avatars and link pods with the clan. They had even moved as many things there as they could without the RDA soldiers noticing. 

-They had even gotten Grace to reunite with the clan because of it, making her and all of the children happy. 

-The night before the attack was supposed to happen, they had moved everything else over to the shack that they hadn’t already. 

-And in the cover of the night, the clan set off on all of their available creatures and launched a great attack on the human buildings. Trudy dropped bombs on the buildings to open them up for the people’s arrows. 

-Many of the soldiers woke up and started to fight back, but didn’t last long enough against the forces against them. 

-They fought hard for the entire night before they stopped seeing movement in all of the buildings. But it wasn’t the end of it. There was an explosive flying back at them, making the warriors take a retreat for the progress made. They whooped as they went back to the clan, confident they could beat any of the remaining humans to the ground should they become a problem for them. 

… 

-Jake and Neytiri had gotten even closer as they kept taking care of you together in the roles of your mom and dad. And you were enjoying it just as much as them. 

-They had left you with Grace for the night while Neytiri took Jake to the spirit tree. She asked him some pointed questions before admitting their feelings for one another. 

-Things happened and they had officially bonded and mated before eywa. Committing to each other, and acknowledging their commitment to you. They were your parents, and now they were officially together. 

-Though in the morning, there was a small fight between Jake and Tsu’tey, which Neytiri intervened in before the matter was settled. And Neytiri accepted that she was giving up her chance to be tsahik to be with Jake. 

And you yourself didn’t know what was happening, but still went to hug your parents after the fighting stopped. Which they both reciprocated with enthusiasm, before explaining the reason the fight started. That Neytiri was supposed to be with Tsu’tey for responsibilities, but chose to be with Jake instead. You accepted that easily before excitedly asking them if they were really together now. You got enthusiastic cheek kisses while they confirmed. You giggled while hugging them tighter, excited to officially have parents. 

And the both of them pulled you closer and soaked in the moment. Happy to continue as an official family. 

… 

-It had been another month and the clan hadn’t heard anything from the remaining humans yet, but knew they should expect something at some point. 

-Jake was out hunting with the other men of the clan and Neytiri was taking you for a walk in the forest to spend time with you while gathering fruit for the communal dinner that would happen. 

-She had a large basket that was half full at that point and you were bouncing along beside her while looking at the fruits in the trees around you two. 

-She had lifted you up to grab one of the fruits when she heard rustling from beside the two of you. She immediately froze and silently moved to set you down while pulling out the knife she had on her. You had noticed what she was doing and shrunk in on yourself while backing toward one of the trees beside you. 

-Neytiri had been scanning the forest around you two before spotting one of the smaller predators creeping up behind you. She waited with baited breath as it got closer before lunging and striking it with her knife just before it could touch you. 

-You shrieked as it went down right behind you. Tears came to your eyes as Neytiri said a prayer over its body before coming back over to check on you. 

-She was kneeled in front of you, turning you back and forth to check you over when she noticed a small cut, made by a claw no doubt, on the back of your arm. She immediately gasped before clutching you close to her, grabbing the half full basket of fruit, and running back to the village to bring you to her mother. 

-Almost everyone’s heads turned when she frantically ran through the village and to the tsahik’s hut. As soon as her mother was in sight she called out to her while setting down the basket before sitting down in front of her mother with you in her lap. 

-Mo’at was already at attention before her daughter sat down. She didn’t see any obvious problem with you other than some teary eyes, but knelt down in front of you two anyway. Neytiri looked panicked while showing her mother the cut on your arm while telling her what had happened. 

-Mo’at just sighed and shook her head at her daughter before saying you were probably more scared than anything and it would heal quickly. 

-Neytiri sighed while hugging you close as her mother cleaned your arm before putting a healing paste on it before wrapping a leaf around it. Then told her she could take it off of your arm the next day, as the cut should be scabbed by then. 

-Neytiri thanked her mother before taking you and the basket back to the rest of the people, the men that went on the hunt coming back just in time. 

-She had sat down in a circle of other women that had gathered to cut up the fruit they gathered. She spotted Jake amongst the men, and as soon as he saw the leaf on your arm he started running over. 

-He knelt down next to you and looked you over while asking what happened. And you told him the whole story, happy to tell him that your mommy saved you. He sighed before pulling you into his arms and kissing your head. 

-You looked between the both of them confused, but settled into their arms anyway. 

-And throughout the rest of the night, both of them hovered over you and coddled you. 

… 

-It had been another month of the same coddling and smothering, and you loved your parents but wished you could go play with the other kids in the village. You didn’t understand why they wouldn’t let you join in on the games they played. 

-They were both really protective of you. And even more so when one of the warriors flew over the human buildings and noticed some serious movement in them, which got reported to the olo’eyktan right away. 

-They knew they would have to fight again, and they were ready. They just worried about how it would affect you. They couldn’t let anything happen to them or you. 

… 

-They won the battle, but losses happened anyway. Unfortunately, Trudy didn’t make it. Everyone attended the funeral. 

-You understood what that meant, having dealt with this with your father too. 

-After the battle though, everyone in the labs had to do some major thinking on what would happen to their avatars since they didn’t have any backup batteries for the linkpods anymore. 

-They decided they would go to the tsahik for advice. 

-They made the journey to the spirit tree, and received their answer. They would have to walk through the eye of eywa, and return their soul to the avatar body. It seemed like a tough task. 

-They notified the clan, and received nothing but support. So, they picked a night to do the transfers. 

-They laid everyone on the ground at the roots of the tree, and the ritual started. The entire clan connected to the tree as well, and Mo’at began the chants needed. It was very nerve wracking, but it surprisingly worked for everyone. Jake, Grace, Norm, and Max could now live on Pandora amongst the people without worrying about oxygen masks. 

-You ran up and hugged all of them once they stood up, getting squished into the hug by your mom and dad. 

-And afterwards the entire clan had a big celebration for its new members. Everyone was happy to be together, and with their enemy seemingly gone. 

-Though you had drifted off to sleep in your new grandmother’s arms before the night was even over. Mo’at figured she would be babysitting for the night so her daughter and Jake could spend the night together as a celebration of his new body. 

-Though she guessed wrong as her daughter and Jake came up to her to grab you and make their way over to the new hammock they got with you. Mo’at just shook her head before going back over to her husband. 

-Meanwhile, Jake and Neytiri had acquired their own bigger hammock like the smaller families in the clan have. And they brought you into it with them to sleep together as a family for the first night with Jake in his avatar body full time. 

…

To be continued…  

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[spiderbte]

all of the human!metakayina kids working in marine biology and getting jobs at a marine life rescue centre is my roman empire <3

[aanoia]

Orphic (Pt. 8)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 3,949 warnings; sadness, gets a little steamy but tbh not really Pt. 1; Pt. 2; Pt. 3; Pt. 4; Pt. 5; Pt. 6; My writing is a little different towards the end of this, because I went down a rabbit hole and used all kinds of tips and trick to write it. it's not perfect, and I don't feel like it's my writing but I'll get used to it. Hopefully I can apply those tricks to my future writing. Anywho look at me posting again >:)

Y/n had noticed L’oa. Of course she had. In the month or so her relationship has been estranged with Ao’nung, all she’s done is notice L’oa. She stepped in, stole her place to keep Ao’nung warm. It’s difficult for Y/n to remember that she’s the one that left that spot empty, and it’s her fault, not L’oa’s. But it doesn’t stop insecurity from bubbling up in her stomach everytime the girl is around. She’s so soft, and feminine, and perfect. Y/n is just not, in her eyes. She doesn’t consider herself a jealous person either, she’s never really had the need to be jealous. But when L’oa’s hand slides down Ao’nung’s arm, she wants to march over there and pull her away, then kiss Ao’nung and claim what’s hers. What was hers.

She sighs softly as she watches her siblings play in the water. They laugh and hiss as they splash water at each other, seemingly not a care in the world. She wishes she had the energy to join them, but she just can’t. It hurts too much to have fun without him. To smile while she knows she’s killed his.

“Well, haven’t you heard? They’re planning on mating tonight.” Two young Na’vi men walk past slowly, talking rather loudly.

“Ao’nung and L’oa? Really?” Y/n’s ears perk up at his name, and she focuses in on the conversation. 

The first boy nods, “Yeah, I heard the Tsahik speaking to him about it. She said that at first she was fine with giving them time -whatever that means- but now she isn’t. She wants them to mate soon.”

The second boy hums softly, and by now their out of ear shot. Y/n’s ears flatten as she frowns, her eyes stinging with tears. She inhales, she doesn’t need more tears. She’s losing Ao’nung, for good, now. After he mates with L’oa, there’s no going back. But her heart beats strong, a small glimmer of hope giving it power. Ronal chose L’oa for Ao’nung. He didn’t choose her. 

However, in the end Y/n knows that she won’t go to him. She won’t beg for his forgiveness, and ask him to choose her, because she chooses him. Ronal would skin her if she ruined her pairing, and she needs to protect her family. They’ve found a home here. Y/n would never forgive herself if she was the reason they lost it.

The sky darkens slowly, and Y/n watches the soft hues of pink and orange morph into each other. She imagines she was here with Ao’nung right now. He’d sit next to her, and probably hold her hand. Or maybe he’d sit so close their thighs touched, and she could rest her head on his shoulder. He’d listen to her rant, and smile, and look at her with that look no one else can describe but as pure love. Neteyam had once described it as the way their father looks at their mother, and Y/n had immediately thought that she must’ve found the one then. 

There’s soft murmurs to the side, and she glances over. Her heart drops as she sees Ao’nung and L’oa. They seem uncomfortable, probably because the rumor of them likely mating after the eclipse had spread across the village. Everyone was talking about it. In a fit of fate, their eyes meet. She looks at Ao’nung, her brows furrowing sadly. His expression is unreadable as he gazes at her, his heart longing. They stare at each other for what feels like forever. It’s almost as if he’s waiting for her to come to him, and tell him she didn’t mean anything and she’s sorry. 

Shockingly for both of them, she does. She doesn’t think twice when she stands, and walks quickly over. She glances at L’oa, eyes begging for just a moment. L’oa’s ears flatten, and her face falls as she nods. She turns and walks a good distance, giving them space. Y/n looks at Ao’nung, unsure of what to say. She glances down momentarily, and the small bit of hope in her heart grows. He’s wearing her necklace. She’s wearing his, as well.

“I-” Her voice dies, and Ao’nung waits patiently for her to continue. “Hi.” She mentally curses herself.

His face falls, “That’s all you have to say?”

Y/n exhales, “No. Just figured I get greetings out of the way first.”

The corner of his lips twitch up, but they fall just as quick, “You did good.”

“I know.” She nods, she glances at L’oa’s figure. “Are the rumors true?”

Ao’nung pauses as clouds gather above them, dark and angry, “What rumors?”

She raises a brow, “You know what rumors I’m talking about.” She shuffles in the sand, feeling her confidence slowly dwindle.

He sighs deeply, “They are.”

Her ears twitch downwards, and she bites the inside of her cheek roughly, “You guys will be a mated pair by sunrise?”

He swallows thickly as he nods, “Yeah, I guess so.” Rain starts to trickle down from the sky, and it gets significantly darker as the sun dips below the horizon. 

Y/n’s stomach churns as she meets his eyes once again, “Do you like her?”

Ao’nung shrugs, “My mother does.”

“But do you?” She presses.

Ao’nung scoffs softly, “You’re the one that left me, Y/n. What does it matter if I like L’oa now? You shouldn’t care.”

Y/n winces, exhaling, the rain stings her eyes, or that’s what she’d like to believe. “Yeah, I shouldn’t.”

He stares at her in silence for a moment, searching her eyes, “But you do.” His voice is almost drowned out by the pounding rain and aggressive waves.

She nods, “I definitely do.”

He shakes his head, running his hand through his hair, it was down for once, “That’s not fair, Y/n. It’s been a month- I’ve been trying to put you behind me. Because even though I don’t believe you don’t care about me, you still left. And I’ve respected that choice, and I let it happen. You can’t come back to me now.”

Her throat closes, and her lip wobbles, “I’m not coming back. I was just asking questions.”

“Bullshit.” He mutters, shaking his head. There’s another moment of silence between them, and his face softens. He gently lifts her chin, then rests his hand on her cheek. “Ask me not to mate with her. And I won’t go through with it.” He whispers, barely audible. “Ask me not to, Y/n. Ask.”

Her heart pounds against her chest as she thinks over her choices. She wants nothing more than to just give in and kiss him right there. But her mind flashes to Ronal, and her threat of kicking her family out, and she can’t do it. Imagining her siblings having to pack their things for a second time, and leave their new home, is excruciating just to think about. A tear falls down her cheek, mixed in with the water droplets from above.

“I can’t.” She whispers, pulling away from him. “I’m sorry, I can’t. Go to her. You're hers.” Her voice breaks, and she hugs herself. She’s giving him up completely. For good. 

Ao’nung wipes his cheek quickly, and her heart breaks as she realizes he was crying too. He turns and starts walking back to L’oa, his shoulders trembling. Y/n’s face scrunches in pain and she watches L’oa hug Ao’nung, and the two of them leave quickly. Their direction is towards a common mating place, where many people go due to its sereneness. She watches him go, her heart breaking more every step he takes.

The walk to the cove is silent, and Ao’nung has to bite back his tears. Y/n has officially let him go, and he didn't realize it'd hurt so much. He doesn't really understand how she could mean so much to him after such a short time. Something about love having no time limit, whatever Tsireya says. 

“Ao'nung- I'm sorry. I know she meant a lot to you.” L'oa says softly, and if Ao'nung wasn't so busy wallowing it his own self pity, he'd hear the hurt in her voice. 

Ao'nung shrugs, “There's nothing I can do about it anymore. Now that we are to be mated.”

L'oa nods, biting her cheek. She's been thinking things over a lot. The two make it to the cove, and it really is beautiful. Glowing fauna is scattered around, and there are beds of moss laying in different areas. Ao'nung understands why a couple would want to bond for life here, it was beautiful. Eywa, he wishes it was her. Ao'nung turns to L'ao, looking her over. She really is beautiful, and a great person. He'll be fine.

Ao’nung steps closer to her, and tucks hair behind her ears, “I'm sorry you're being forced into this.” He says softly. 

L'oa swallows thickly, “I'm not. I chose to do it.”

Ao'nung hesitates, “You chose to mate with me?”

L'oa nods, her eyes drifting to the ground, “Yes. I've- I've like you for a while, now, Ao'nung.”

Ao'nung shakes his head, “You have?”

L'oa sniffles softly and nods, gaining the courage to look at him in his eyes, “Yes, I have. But I know- I know you don't want me. So- go.”

Ao'nung steps back, his eyes widened, “Go?”

“Yes, go.” She affirms, hugging herself.

“Why?” He questions, his mind racing.

L'oa inhales deeply, “I see the way you look at her. Like she's the only thing- like she's the sun and you the moon. Like you would die without her. I can't be in a relationship where my mate doesn't love me back, Ao'nung. So go. Find her, and make her take you back.” Her eyes are watering slightly, but she bites into her lip hard. 

Ao'nung hesitates, before pulling her into a hug, “You'll find someone better than me, L'oa. I swear on Eywa you will.”

She smiles softly, hugging him back, “The bar is low. Go.”

He laughs quietly as he pulls away, he runs a hand over his face, “Right, go. I'm going.” And he's running, as fast as his legs can take him.

A few moments pass, the silence hanging heavy, when a hand lands gently on Y/n’s shoulder. She jumps, her heart racing as instinct flares, ready to fight if needed. But when she turns around, the sight in front of her takes the air from her lungs.

Ronal stands there, her face clouded with pain and regret, her eyes reddened from tears and the relentless rain. Her cheeks are streaked with both sorrow and water. Y/n opens her mouth to ask what’s going on, but the words freeze on her tongue. Nothing comes out.

“You must go to him,” Ronal says, her voice trembling, devoid of its usual strength. “I’ve made a mistake. And I am so sorry, my dear. But you must stop him. This isn’t right. It’s not Eywa’s will... You are. You’re his destiny, child.”

Y/n stares at Ronal, her face caught between confusion and anger. Her chest tightens as the weight of the situation crashes down on her. She just let him go. Let L’oa have him. And now Ronal, of all people, is here begging her to stop her son from making a mistake.

For a moment, her anger flares, but it doesn’t last. Slowly, the realization settles in. Ronal had been the only thing holding her back from reaching out to Ao’nung. And now, with her plea, the path is clear. She wants to be with him.

Ronal, desperate, misreads Y/n’s silence as refusal. Her panic escalates, and she grabs Y/n’s arm. “Please, you must. He’ll be miserable in that loveless marriage. He needs you. I didn’t see that before—I was blind. But now I see. I see you. My son is different, better with you. That’s what a mate should do. L’oa doesn’t do that for him—”

Y/n cuts her off with a shaky nod, swallowing thickly. “Okay, okay, I don’t—” She shakes her head, heart pounding in her chest. Without another word, she turns and runs, leaving Ronal behind. Her legs scream in protest, already tired from the day’s weight, but she pushes herself harder, driven by desperation. The burning in her lungs only fuels the fire, the need to reach Ao’nung before it’s too late.

The rain pounds harder, drenching her as she runs, each drop like ice against her skin. She’s so focused on reaching him that she doesn’t see the root beneath her feet. Her foot catches it, sending a sharp pain through her ankle, and her body stumbles forward.

Her arms flail instinctively to catch herself, but the ground doesn’t come. Instead, strong, cold arms wrap around her shoulders, holding her steady.

She freezes for a heartbeat, ready to tear away and keep running, but then she looks up into his face—and everything stops.

“Shit—Y/n?” Ao’nung’s voice is filled with concern as he inspects her for injury.

Y/n sucks in a breath, her mind racing faster than her heartbeat. “I’m an idiot, I’m an idiot, and I’m so sorry.” The words tumble out in a rush. “I love you, Ao’nung. I’m sorry I pushed you away, your mother—never mind her. I didn’t know what else to do. I had to protect my fami—”

“Hey, hey, hey—slow down, slow down,” Ao’nung interrupts, his hands firmly gripping her shoulders as he looks into her eyes. His brow furrows with confusion. She’s speaking too fast for him to understand more than his name. “Y/n, I actually need to talk to you—”

“No, no—” Y/n cuts him off as a crack of thunder splits the sky above them. The rain intensifies, pounding relentlessly. “I can’t hear you!” she shouts, her voice barely cutting through the noise.

Ao’nung’s brow furrows as he leans in closer, confused. “What did you say?”

Another crack of thunder sounds near them, and Y/n jumps, her head snapping toward it. “The lightning—come on!” She grabs his hand, pulling him toward the cove. She runs with all her might, praying to Eywa that L’oa isn’t there.

She feels Ao’nung tugging at her hand as they near the entrance. She stops abruptly, her heart racing. “Woah, woah, woah—wait a second.” She spins to face him, breath ragged from the run. “What are you doing here?”

Ao’nung shakes his head, his face full of confusion. He tugs her inside the cove, glancing around quickly, relieved to see L’oa isn’t there. The thunder rages outside, but the thick walls of the cove drown it out, leaving them in a tense silence.

“What did you say?” Ao’nung asks again, his voice barely audible over the sound of the storm, water dripping from his chin.

Y/n swallows thickly, trying to focus on him. Her gaze darts to his lips but quickly returns to his eyes. “Why aren’t you with L’oa?”

Ao’nung’s jaw tightens, his face hardening for a split second before he speaks. “I… left her.”

Y/n’s heart skips a beat. She wants to ask why, but instead, the words spill out before she can stop them. “Okay, never mind that. I don’t want you to mate with her. I can’t have you mate with her.”

Ao’nung’s lips twitch upward in a small, confused smile. “Y/n—”

“I’m serious!” she interrupts, her voice shaking with emotion. “I was afraid of being with you—not because of you, but because I needed to protect my family. Your mother threatened our uturu. But Ao’nung, I can’t be apart from you.”

He grabs her hand, his grip firm and warm. His eyes soften with understanding, but there’s still a flicker of something else there—anger, frustration—but it’s held in check. “Y/n.”

“I love you, Ao’nung. And I’m sorry for making you feel otherwise. But I really, really do. And I understand if you want L’oa now because she’s beautiful—”

“Y/n—”

“And perfect. And no one can compare to her—”

Ao’nung laughs softly, his hand finding its way to her mouth. “Eywa, you don’t ever shut up, do you?” he teases, his voice light despite the storm.

He pulls her in for a kiss, the intensity of it crashing over both of them, the rain outside forgotten.

Their lips meet in a passionate fire, a collision of unspoken words, and for a moment, neither of them knows how to move, how to feel. The world narrows to the heat between them, the pressing of bodies, and the shared breath. Time stretches and bends, every second a quiet unraveling of everything they’ve kept hidden. The kiss tells the story of the past month—of longing that felt too far to reach, of despair that had been too deep to bear, of regret that had eaten them both alive. And yet, in this moment, it’s all laid bare. They can feel everything.

Y/n is the first to pull away, her breath shaky, and she rests her forehead against his, eyes fluttering shut. "I’m so sorry. Please forgive me," she whispers, her voice fragile. A tear escapes and traces the curve of her cheek, but she doesn't move to wipe it away.

Ao’nung smiles softly, tenderness in his gaze. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, reassuring her without a word. "I forgive you," he murmurs. "It wasn’t your fault. You were protecting your family."

Her chest rises and falls with a shaky breath, her voice barely audible as she exhales, “I see you.” Her words are thick with everything unsaid, everything she's felt and wanted to express but couldn't.

Ao’nung opens his eyes slowly, his gaze settling on hers with a quiet, unwavering tenderness. “I see you, paskalin,” he responds, his words a gentle promise that everything between them can still be whole.

Y/n pulls back, still close enough to feel the warmth of his presence. She glances around the Cove, her cheeks warming at the sacredness of the space they occupy. This is a place of intimacy, a sacred mating ground for the Na’vi, and she is standing here with the boy she loves. A soft smile tugs at her lips as she meets his eyes again, and she sniffles softly, her heart both heavy and light.

“You need to apologize to your parents,” she says, her voice a mixture of affection and concern. She presses a soft kiss to his forehead, her fingers lingering there for a moment. “I’m sorry I made you bitter again.”

Ao’nung hums softly, his chest vibrating with a low chuckle. “Damn you, girl,” he says, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve got some kind of chokehold on me.” Despite the lingering ache in his heart, there’s a quiet relief in him now—an understanding that things will be okay. They will be okay.

He looks at her with a mixture of affection and gratitude, shaking his head. “How do you know I’ve been a dick to my parents?”

Y/n smiles softly, her tail flicking behind her in a playful, almost mischievous gesture. “‘Reya,” she says simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Ao’nung sighs, a half-grin still on his face. “I should’ve known. I’ll apologize to them. Don’t worry.”

She stares at him for a moment. Her hand slides behind his neck and she pulls him into another kiss. She pushes against his chest gently, until his back hits the wall. He grunts softly, and she kisses down his jaw. She wants to try something.

When she was younger, Y/n and her siblings had been watching a video file Jake had made when he was a human. The human version of Norm appears behind him, a large bruise on his neck. It interested the children, and they asked about it. Then, Jake had a very uncomfortable talk about what hickey’s were and how they happen. 

She finds a spot she enjoys on his neck, and starts doing what she thinks will cause the bruising. She sucks lightly on it, still kissing the skin to soothe it.

“What are you doi—” His words are cut off as Y/n presses a finger gently to his lips, silencing him. His eyes widen slightly, but something inside him stills as he watches her. He closes his mouth, his breath slow and uneven, trying to make sense of the unexpected feeling. The sensation on his skin is unfamiliar, but it's not bad. In fact, there’s something oddly pleasant about it, a warmth that spreads deeper than he expected.

After a few moments, Y/n pulls her head away, her gaze soft as it settles on the mark on his neck. Her fingers brush lightly over it, and a small smile tugs at her lips. "It worked," she whispers, almost to herself.

Ao’nung’s voice is quiet, still a little lost. “What did you even do?” His eyes flicker to her, searching for answers, but she simply looks away and adjusts the necklace around his neck, the one she noticed earlier.

Y/n studies it thoughtfully. “Where did you get this necklace?” Her fingers run along the intricate design, marveling at the craftsmanship. “It’s beautiful.”

Ao’nung lets out an exaggerated sigh, a grin tugging at his lips. “Oh, you know. Found it lying around. Nothing special.”

Y/n studies the necklace, her fingers lingering on the smooth beads as her thoughts swirl around everything that’s happened in the past hours. Her heart is lighter now, the weight of her doubts lifting with each passing second. She catches Ao’nung’s gaze, and for the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no tension—just quiet understanding.

“Nothing special, huh?” she teases, looking up at him with a small, mischievous grin. “Well, I think it’s beautiful.”

Ao’nung shrugs, but the soft smile that plays on his lips tells her everything. He reaches up, his hand brushing against her cheek, his eyes soft and full of the warmth she’s missed.

“Yeah, well,” he begins, his voice low, a touch of playfulness returning, “I think you’re pretty special.”

Y/n lets out a small, relieved laugh, the sound a sweet release after all the heaviness that’s hung between them. She closes the space between them again, pressing her forehead to his, breathing in the scent of rain and sea, the world outside still crashing down, but for once, it doesn’t matter.

She closes her eyes, letting the moment wash over her. "I love you, Ao’nung," she whispers, her words simple but true. "I don't know if I can ever apologize enough for all the time we lost... but I swear I won't waste another second."

He responds with a gentle kiss to her forehead, the warmth of his lips comforting and steady.

“You don’t have to,” he says softly. “We’ve got time. And that’s enough.”

The storm rages outside, but in this moment, under the soft glow of the cove’s fauna, the world feels still. Together, they share a silence that speaks volumes—one full of forgiveness, understanding, and the promise of what’s to come.

Y/n pulls away, her heart still fluttering, and looks around at the sacred space, her gaze softening. “We’ll be okay, right?”

Ao’nung smiles, his hand gently cupping her face. “Yeah. We will be.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, Y/n believes him.

She turns her head to kiss his palm softly, “We should go. I feel weird being here.”

His eyes scrunch with his smile, “Why’s that, hm?”

She rolls her eyes, pulling his hand off her face and holding onto it tightly, “Come on, weirdo.” She gently leads him out of the cove. The two face the storm and run back towards the maruis. It took a second to decide who’s marui to go to, and Y/n decided to pull him into hers as they pass by.

Her family kneels in the middle, eating food. All eyes train on them, and Ao’nung smiles nervously, raising his hand in a wave. The family glances at each other, and they all smile, motioning the two to join them in the middle.

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Neteyam x reader where he doesn't die and reader is a Metkiyina who lives on a island separated from everyone on her own. Neteyam does not remember anything and washes up on her island, she takes him in and cares for him while he's unconscious and calls him handsome. When he wakes up, he helps her with fishing and stuff too.

Are the time there was no other parts but I think it was gonna be a series

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sneak attack — spiderman!lo’ak

pairing — lo’akxgn!reader

notes — he’s so spiderman coded 😁

warnings — none!

spiderman!lo’ak who will text you while he’s swinging through the air. it could be 2 am and he will text you, “you up?” with a picture of him mid air or something corny like a picture of the sunset and a text “i’m gonna bring you here one day”

spiderman!lo’ak who is so nervous to tell you he’s your friendly neighborhood spiderman. he’s really shocked when you take it well and tell him that it won’t change your relationship.

spiderman!lo’ak who buys you two matching spider bracelets. yes he keeps it on even under the suit.

spiderman!lo’ak who has a really bad habit of missing dates sometimes cause he’s literally fighting crime, resulting in pretty bad arguments. got so bad you two almost broke up. lo’ak felt so bad and cried for DAYS.

spiderman!lo’ak who shows up at your window at the most inconvenient times to bother you because he misses you. you’ll literally be sleep and he shows up like this 😁.

spiderman!lo’ak who will literally risk his life to keep you safe. i don’t CARE he’s going to hell and BACK for you. he just loves you so so so much.

spiderman!lo’ak who gets internally cocky when you brag about knowing spiderman on a personal level. lo’ak literally won but that’s yours and his secret <3

spiderman!lo’ak who redesigns his suit and asks you “does this suit make my ass look fat. if you say anything but yes i will cry.”

spiderman!lo’ak who can’t take ANYTHING seriously. he will be telling you a story while you’re patching him up and he will go “he may have knocked my heart into my stomach but that’s okay imma get my lick back” meanwhile he was on bed rest for a week.

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Neytiri x daughetr!Reader; Jake x daughter!Reader; Sully Family x Child!Reader

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Prologue

Back on Earth there was a saying which echoes: "A motherly bond is incomparable." This sentiment is no different to the Na'vi culture, from birth the first person you see is your mother through tsaheylu, which ignites the emotional bond forever. For the Sully children, particularly Y/n, Neytiri's second daughter, this was no exception.

From the moment Y/n emerged into the world, the was an unmistakable sign of a strong emotional connection with Neytiri, even before tsaheylu was formed. Y/n bore a striking resemblance to her mother, a reflection of their kinship. When she eventually formed tsaheylu with the Tree of Souls, her pupils widening in awe at everything and everyone around her, focusing on her three siblings who stood by their dad excitement written all over their faces. She saw everything in a new light, she saw Pandora the way the Great Mother had saw it, a blessing of innocence only provided to those newly born. She was then lifted into the air to be shown off in front of the people, eyes widening at the sight, she looked around at her people, admiringly, balling her three fingered hands into tiny fists that resembled her determination to her people even at such a vulnerable age.

As Y/n grew, the similarities between her and Neytiri flourished further. Her dedication to her people became apparent through her acts of kindness and support, whether it was the elders with weaving while singing ancient songs passed down from their elders or cheering the hunters on as they arrived from their hunts. Yet, it was Y/n's fierce protectiveness and stubbornness, traits mirrored from her mother, that truly defined her. Despite the two year age gap, Y/n took her role as big sister to Tuk seriously demonstrating protective instinctive reminiscent of her mothers, all while remaining a child, playing and having fun and being a kid, playing with the toys passed down from our siblings, a Toruk toy Neteyam had passed down through the sibling lineage. Though unlike Kiri and Lo'ak, who their father described as "Two talioang fighting for territory," Y/n and Tuk could actually share.

However, as the Sully family were forced to leave their home and seek uturu from the Metkayina sea Na'vi. Y/n was the least bit excited to leave her people and their customs just like her mother.

The passing of Neteyam not only plunged Y/n into grief but ignited a fiery rage within her young heart. Her innocence shattered alongside his departure, leaving behind a seed of hatred that altered Y/n's carefree spirit.

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note: i'm def doing this on how i think Tuk is gonna be in the movies to come. I’m gonna get in my feelings for this one yall, i got those sad avatar edits playing in my head🦹🏾‍♀️

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