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A Flickered Flame of Sarentu

Something Dear

Summary: Ah’so gets something taken from her, Nor and the other comfort her, now a chance to get it back comes up and Nor try’s to do the impossible

A/n: angst, comfort, Mercer being a bitch, fluff moments, red dividers not mine

Bold - Speaking in na’vi

Word index:

Sa’nok - Mother

Years ago na’vi children in the western frontier were taken from there clan by humans, they soon began there training in TAP.

The children were raised and trained like they were humans, but that unfortunately made them start to forget their na’vi heritage, but they still hold the things they barely remember dearly.

A na’vi girl named Ah’so keeps a tiny wooden angtsìk that was carved with the help of her mother, the only thing she has left.

She takes it everywhere but try’s not to let it be seen by the humans especially John Mercer, the man that is the cause of the children being there. He just wants them to be formed to soldiers to fight against there own people if necessary.

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Currently the children are in the cafeteria eating there dinner after a long day of learning again.

Ah’so is looking down at the table playing with her little wooden toy completely in her own world of thought.

She thought how the creature that her wooden toy was supposed to be would be like up close, she was fascinated with creature even though she hardly knew anything about it, only how it looked.

She also thought about the dreams, that were more like nightmares, that had her mother in it. Ah’so hardly remembers her family but she often has dreams about some kind of memory. A memory about her watching her toy being carved and the sweet, comforting voice of her mother.

The memory dose not show her face, only her hands. Hands that use to hold her and make her feel safe, and carved the small toy creature made of wood.

Mercer says that her mother abandoned her like everyone else’s family’s but she doesn’t believe that, she refuses to believe that. How could a kind, comforting, caring mother abandon her child?

Ah’so continued to play quietly with a small smile on her face as Mercer and two soldiers walked in and the children stopped whatever they were doing and faced them for a moment before looking at another direction, not wanting to look at the man they did not like.

Mercer walked over but not as close to the tables they were sitting at, he would do this to make sure that everyone wasn’t doing anything he didn’t allow.

Ah’so immediately stoped playing with her toy and tried to hide it by covering it with her hand but unfortunately Mercer saw it and walked over to her.

“Ah’so, your not allowed to have that piece of wood outside your bunk” he said as Ah’so held the carving tightly not saying a word.

“You know the rules, yet you disobey them” he sighed then held out his hand unfortunately of her “give it to me, now” he said in a stern tone.

Aho’so looked down at his hand, she didn’t want to give up the only thing she has. She held her toy even tighter, Mercer didn’t like that.

“Listen Ah’so, give it now, I am not asking” he definitely did not have the time for this. The other children just watched, they couldn’t do anything cause they knew it would only make things worse.

Aha’ri tho wanted to lash out but her younger sibling wouldn’t allow it so she just stayed put glaring at Mercer.

Nor definitely wanted to lash out at Mercer as much as Aha’ri did, he like everyone else knows that Ah’so’s carved toy was dear to her, he had a strong bond with her so he always felt the need to help, protect, and comfort her.

At a time like this he wanted to defend her but the glances he got from the other kids basically told him not to, it would only make things worse.

Mercer was getting frustrated with this “Ah’so, do as I say, now!” He yelled and that made her flinch. Ah’so didn’t want to suffer Mercer’s wrath but also didn’t want to listen and give her most beloved thing.

She slowly and shakily loosened her hold on the carving and extended her arm a little in hesitation, it seemed that she was gonna surrender the craving but it also seemed like she wasn’t.

Mercer grabbed her hand and tried to forcefully take the craving but she tried to pull her arm away from him and hold onto it as best as she could but Mercer unfortunately managed to rip it out of her hand.

Ah’so gasped slightly and reached out a little to her toy but knew that there’s not way she was gonna get it back. “You try and disobey me again, I will not hesitate to do something you won’t like” Mercer threatened. Aho’so had a sad and scared look on her face, on the verge of tears.

Mercer gave the children one finally glare before he and the shoulders left. When they did Ah’so started to sniffle and soon sob, Nor immediately put a hand on her shoulder then caressed her back.

“It’s ok, it’s ok Ah’so” he said softly as Aha’ri and Ri’nela went over and tried to comfort her too. Ah’so kept on crying and tried to wipe as many tears from her eyes “I..I want it back” she sobbed. Nor held her hand gently “I’m sorry, I don’t know if there’s a chance”. Nor wanted to say yes, that they could get it back but when he thought about it there was no way they could.

“Look, even if there’s no way we can get it back now, that doesn’t mean that you won’t see it again” Aha’ri said trying to make her have hope “I’m sure you’ll see it again and maybe that’s when we can try and get it back”.

Ah’so looked at her friend and sniffled some more before wiping some tears on her face “ok, I can wait for that day” she said with a small smile but hints of sadness in her voice. Aha’ri smiled “good, just have hope, that’s one thing Mercer can’t take away from us”.

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It was night and everyone was in there bunks laying down ready for bed. Ah’so wasn’t sure if she was gonna sleep well tonight without her angtsìk toy but she had to try. “Sleep well, Ah’so” Nor said from on top of his bunk “you too” Ah’so replied.

She took a breath and closed her eyes to let the calm feeling of sleep take over. Ah’so eventually fell asleep at some point.

During the quiet tie of sleep Ah’so had the dream again, her mothers arms, her sweet voice, her wooden angtsìk toy.

Her mother was singing some kind of lullaby, she could only make out it tune and some of the words. Everything seemed peaceful in the dream until it twisted like it has so many times before.

She could hear her mothers screams and could only see fire, and the angtsìk carving broke and burned in the flames, that part was not in her nightmares before, but something else being added in her nightmares was common.

“Sa’nok!” Ah’so screamed out and sat up when she awoke, tears flooded her eyes and went down her cheeks. Her scream woke up the other children, Nor climbed down from his bunk and went beside her.

He took her hand to let her know that he’s there “I’m here Ah’so, I’m here” he spoke in na’vi. Nor brushed his thumb over her hand and wiped her tears using his other hand.

She continued crying as some of the others were near to comfort her “did you have that nightmare again?” Nor asked.

Ah’so turned to face him slight and nodded “yeah” she sniffled “and I saw my carving broken, and burning”.

“Your craving is ok, I’m sure Mercer hasn’t done anything to it” Nor gently squeezed to her hand to give her reassurance. “But what if he has?” Teylan asked, not wanting to seem negative but the question did make Ah’so worry.

“Teylan!” Nor hissed at him “don’t make her worry!” he glared at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry her” Teylan frowned. “We know you didn’t mean it” Aha’ri said trying to ease the tension.

Nor sighed “Ah’so, I promise you, if there’s a chance, I will get your carving back” Ah’so looked at him with a tint of hope in her eyes “thank you, Nor” she gave him a nod with a small smile.

“Now get back to sleep, I’m sure you won’t have another nightmare” Nor moved from her bunk but still holding her hand. Aho’so laid down, she and Nor slowly let go of the other’s hand. Nor gave her a soft smile and climbed back into his bunk and the other got back onto there bunks. “Good night” Nor said before laying down and everyone started to fall asleep.

Ah’so didn’t have another nightmare that night and slept peacefully. Everything was quiet and peaceful until it was morning and everyone had to wake up for another day of learning.

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The children were in the classroom continuing the same lesson they had yesterday which was about how the kids were gonna do there ambassador job for good and how they were gonna do it, the usual.

Ah’so was looking down at her hands with a sad look on her face, she wasn’t paying attention at all.

Alma noticed and weak led over to her “Ah’so, what’s wrong?” She asked. The question made her look up at the avatar “Mercer took my carving” she mumbled looking down a again.

“Oh, why did he?” Alma kneeled down to be face to face with her. “I had it in the cafeteria” she replied still looking down.

Alma sighed “I’m sorry that happened” then Nor spoke up “isn’t there something you can Alma?”. Alma turned to him and shook her head “I can’t, there’s nothing I can do”.

Nor frowned and balled up his fists of course Alma couldn’t do anything, she never helps them from Mercer’s abusive actions.

Ah’so sighed in disappointment “I’m sure everything’s gonna be ok” Alma said patting her on the shoulder gently with a small smile.

Ah’so wasn’t really so sure about it tho.

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After a pretty long day everyone was heading back to there bunks.

While walking back Nor noticed Mercer talking to Harding but something caught his eye, it was Ah’so’s carving on a table behind them.

Nor saw this as some kind of chance, he could get into the room and just sneak behind the two humans when they weren’t looking.

But he exactly didn’t have experience so there’s a chance he might fail and get caught, then he would have to go face a horrible punishment.

Nor was willing to try anyway, for Ah’so. He was gonna need some help too, he tapped Aha’ri’s shoulder and she turned to face him “what’s wrong?” She asked.

Nor pointed to the table where the carving was, Aha’ri looked over and looked back at Nor “Ah’so’s carving” she whispered. “We can get it back” Nor whispered “I just need to sneak in quietly, I need you to keep an eye on Mercer and Harding to make sure they don’t see me”.

“You sure you don’t need me to come in with you?” Aha’ri asked “I’m sure, if I get seen you make a run for it, I don’t want you to get punished” Nor replied. “I’m not gonna let you get punished, whether you get seen or not” Aha’ri said and Nor sighed “ok, come on, and let’s hurry”.

The two quickly made there way near the entrance of the room, it was on the side so Mercer and Harding wouldn’t see them. Nor peaked a little and saw the two humans still talking. “I’m going in” he whispered and Aha’ri nodded.

Nor crouched down and slowly walked in the room, he glanced at Mercer and Harding for a moment before moving towards the table. He gotten closer and closer until finally he went underneath it.

He looked over at Aha’ri looking at him from the entrance. Aha’ri glanced at Mercer and Harding, they were still talking and didn’t see them.

She gave him a slight nod to let him know everything was fine and he could make his move. Nor gave a slight nod back and slowly moved from under the table to get up slowly.

He was still crouching but was tall enough to reach the top of the table to grab the carving. Nor started to reach his arm over, but he did it slowly while glancing up a little make sure the two humans didn’t turn around or didn’t hear him.

He was so close to taking the carving but his ears twitched as he heard one of the humans move

He looked with worry in his eyes, it was Mercer, thankfully he didn’t turn around but it seemed that he might. Nor just stared frozen in place, Aha’ri watched anxiously ready to move in if needed.

A slight moment went by and Mercer and Harding went back to talking, none of them turned around or noticed the presence of the young na’vi boy in the room.

Nor silently sighed in relived and moved his arm again, this time a little faster. I’m a swift move he grabbed the wooden carving. He immediately went underneath the table again holding the carving he had in his hand tightly. Aha’ri felt relived and smiled slightly.

He know had to get out of there, he looked at Mercer and Harding one final time until he silently made his way back to the entrance.

Aha’ri put a hand on his shoulder “you made it” she whispers with a smile. “I did it” Nor smiled too “now let’s get back to the others” he said and the two stood up and quickly made there way to the bunks.

No one was in the halls at the moment which was good, which meant they wouldn’t get in trouble and no one will know what they just did.

Meanwhile the others at the bunks worried and wondered where Nor and Aha’ri were when they noticed they weren’t with them by the time they got to the bunks.

“What do you think happened?” Ah’so asked pacing around the room in worry “how did we not notice them gone earlier?” Teylan frowned. “Do you think Mercer found them?” Aha’ri’s younger sibling asked “he might be doing something to them by now”.

“I’m sure there fine, they’ll be back” Ri’nela said trying to calm everyone down. Ah’so leaned back on wall “what if something happened to them? Are they ok? Are they hurt?” She mumbled to herself.

Everyone else was thinking the worse and some mumbled to themselves a little.

This silence of worry continued on until the door opened revealing Nor and Aha’ri. The kiss looked in surprised “Nor! Aha’ri!” Teylan exclaimed.

“Your ok!” Ah’so gasped in relief “of course we are” Aha’ri smiled “where did you two go?” Aha’ri’s sibling asked walking up to her “we went to get something” Aha’ri replied giving her sibling a calm smile to put them at ease.

“Get what?” Teylan asked tilting his head, Nor turned to Ah’so and revealed the wooden carving. Ah’so gasped along with the other children “my carving!” She went up to him “how did you get it?” She asked.

“Mercer and Harding were talking and your carving was on a table, they were distracted so I snuck in while Aha’ri kept watch, I got it without either of them turning around or glancing over” Nor explained with a smile. Ah’so looked at him with thankful eyes, looking like she was about to cry from joy.

The na’vi girl gently took her wooden toy from the boys hands and examined it, beginning to smile a little.

“There was a close call but nothing that serious, but thank eywa I-” Nor was cut off but Ah’so hugging him tightly “thank you” she said in a hushed tone “thank you, thank you, thank, thank you!” some tears of joy started to develop and Nor hugged back “your welcome”.

Ah’so gave him one final squeeze before letting go slowly, giving him a smile, some tear stains on her face. Nor smiled back.

Ah’so looked over at Aha’ri and walked over to her to give her a tight hug that she was grateful to return.

Ah’so gave her one final squeeze just like with Nor and let go slowly. “Thank you, Aha’ri” she smiled “your welcome Ah’so” Aha’ri patted her arm smiling back.

Ah’so looked back at Nor, the two smiled at each other warmly.

The warmth feeling of the smile felt like the fond embrace of a flickered flame.

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Are we a moment, or a lifetime Part 2

A/N: You are responsible for your own media consumption.  MDNI 18+ 

Warning: talk about terminating a pregnancy, Fetus called a baby multiple times, and semi graphic birth scene ( it’s really not that bad)

Pairing: Tsu’teyx human ! Female! Reader

Word count3,673k

Synopsis: it continues right from part one

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"We need to keep this quiet" He murmurs, his voice quiet. The last thing she needed was everyone hounding her, demanding answers about this. Mo'at nods, agreeing that this should be kept quiet before turning and going to a small side room, searching for something. He keeps his arms firmly around her , his face buried in her hair as he murmurs reassurances and tries to soothe his own racing mind "It'll be alright"

He repeated, as if he was trying to convince himself more than her. Mo'at re-emerged with a small, woven basket. It was full of various things, but he couldn't see what exactly through the woven cloth She set it down beside him, gesturing for him to look inside. He gently shifted her out his lap for a moment so he could lean forwards, looking inside the basket. His long fingers pull back the lid, his brow furrowed as he looks at the contents.  The basket was filled with various things. Some herbs, some berries, and a few other bits and pieces he doesn't notice Mo'at motions to them, pointing at specific things "Make sure she takes these everyday. Some of the herbs will help with the nausea, the berries will help replenish the energy. I will try to find more" Tsu'tey just nods silently, still trying to process that he was going to be a father. 

The next few months had gone by slowly and quietly. Tsu'tey had kept her pregnancy a secret, much to the growing frustration of the scientists as she avoided them more. He was almost overly protective of her , following her everywhere and trying to keep her from anything even slightly dangerous or tiring. Mo'at had been of great help, bringing over herbs and berries to help with her sickness and any other issue she had had. But as she grew, it became more and more obvious to the others that something was wrong

She was more tired, her stomach was obviously bigger, and everyone was starting to notice. They tried to bring her to the lab for tests and scans, but Tsu'tey stood in their way, refusing for them to do anything more. He knew they would poke and prod and study her, not even considering her as a person anymore. 

He would bring her to Mo'at every time she had even a slight pain or issue, worried that anything unusual was a bad sign. Mo'at assured him that it would be okay, but every time she looked at (Y/N) distended stomach, you could see the worry in her eyes. Tsu'tey was always at her side, his touch gentle and warm. He would soothe  her nausea with a few berries and a cool rag, and soothe his own worries by pressing his giant hands against her stomach and talking quietly to you both.

The other's, particularly the scientists, were becoming more and more frustrated at her and Tsu'tey's secrecy, getting more demanding and more desperate to get (Y/N) in the lab. Tsu'tey's temper was wearing thin and he eventually snapped at Max when the scientist tried to force her in for a scan. It had been a long day, and she was feeling particularly exhausted from being on 

her  feet all day. Tsu'tey had taken her to the lab to work on a project with Max and Norm, but she was starting to feel faint. Max had tried to gently persuade her into the medical room, saying it was just a quick check to make sure everything was going okay and that it would only take a couple minutes. Tsu'tey had lost his temper and shoved Max aside, forcing him to get away from her. "No" He snaps, his voice low and quiet. His golden eyes almost glow with anger as he glares at Max. She'd never seen him this angry. He turns to look at (Y/N), the anger leaving him immediately as he looks at her face. Her face was pale and her hands were shaking from the effort of staying upright. Tsu'tey instantly steps in to support her, gathering her in his arms and gently holding (Y/N) against his chest. Max was frustrated , his jaw

clenching. "I don't see why we can't just do a quick scan. We don't have to do anything invasive, it's just to check everything's going well" Norm  intervened 

"Max-" But Max cuts him off, his eyes locked on Tsu'tey

"it's literally our job to collect data" "And what are you going to do when you get that data and if you don’t like it , huh?" Tsu'tey snaps back, his whole body tense.

"What if you get some readings you don't like, what then, huh?" He keeps one arm firmly wrapped around her , holding her to his chest while he glares at Max, almost shaking with anger "If the fetus is unhealthy or showing signs of abnormality, then it may need to be terminated-" Max keeps going but Tsu'tey doesn't even give him the chance to finish the sentence before his fist clenches at his side, his knuckles turning white even as he holds her with his other arm "There will be no 'terminating'" Tsu'tey practically growls that last word, his body practically shaking with anger "This baby is not a data point. It's not an experiment. It's our child" Max's eyes narrow, but he holds his hands up "okay, fine, it's your child. But don't you think a scan could be helpful? I mean we can find out the gender, we can see how it's developing-" (Y/N) cut him off “ Tsu'tey I want to go home”  In an instant, all of Tsu'tey focus switches to her.

 He instantly notices how pale she was and how tired she looked, and gently scoops her up in his arms, holding her against his chest. He shoots another glare at Max and Norm as he starts carrying her out towards their home. He practically ignores her protests, gently shushing her and murmuring reassurances as he carries her back to their home. As soon as they got home, he carefully set (Y/N) down on the soft, woven pile of blankets that served as their bed. He carefully lowers himself down behind her, pressing up to her back and gently wrapping an arm around her waist. He nuzzles his face into her neck and breathes out a long, slow breath, finally letting his guard down for a moment

He presses his hand gently to her stomach, his long fingers splayed across her skin. He can feel the swell of her belly, the bump of the baby inside. He kept his eyes closed as he breathed her in, nuzzling his face against her. She nuzzled back ,she was exhausted

He tightened his grip around her waist as he pulled her  even closer against his chest. He can tell she was tired, her whole body shaking with exhaustion. His lips pressed against the back of her shoulder as he tried to soothe her. She fell asleep on him. He feels (Y/N) relax against him as she sleeps , her breathing slowly evening out. He keeps his arms around you, holding her tight against him and burying his face into her hair

He stayed awake, watching her face as she  slept. His mind still races, but his mind is calmer than it was earlier. Now she is here, safe and sound and asleep, he can finally allow himself to properly relax. She stayed asleep. He stayed awake for a while longer, simply watching her sleep. He gently pulls the covers up around her, making sure she is properly tucked up and comfortable. After a while, he slowly feels himself start to doze off too.

 She slept till early morning. The sun raised slowly, filtering through the woven shelter and casting it in a soft, warm glow. Tsu'tey slowly wakens a few hours later, opening his eyes to see (Y/N) ace softly lit by the morning sunlight He slowly sits up, propping himself up on one elbow as he looks down at her. She was starting to stir, her  eyes fluttering open. He watches her for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watches her  wake "Good morning" He murmurs gently, reaching out to brush his fingers gently over her cheek He lets his hand cup her face, his calloused fingertips gently tracing over her skin, as if he was trying to commit every little part of her  to his memory She nuzzled him. He feels her nuzzle against him, and his smile widens slightly. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He lets his arms wrap around her, pulling her close against his chest as if he can't get close enough to her. Her  skin is warm against his, and he nuzzles against her  hair and the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her. He feels his own anxiety from the other night ebb away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest. She gently grunted " I want this baby out " she muttered. He couldn't help but let out a small huff of a laugh at her comment, his chest rumbling with a quiet chuckle. "I know, I know" he says, his hand gently rubbing her  stomach. She lay back yawning again. He follows her down, lying back with her as he continues rubbing her belly. He can feel the baby moving under her skin, shifting around inside her .He leans in, gently pressing his lips to her stomach He murmurs against her stomach "your mommy is getting impatient with you" He lets his lips linger, pressing soft kisses against her  skin. She laughed softly " hey you would too if you carrying a watermelon He smiled up at her, his lips still against her stomach  "You're right, I would" He glances down at your belly again "it's your fault, you know" he jokingly murmurs to the baby "You've given your mother a difficult time" He gently starts massaging her  stomach, his hand large enough to span almost all of it at once His fingers gently rub in soft circles, as if he's trying to soothe the baby as well as her. He can feel the taut skin of her  stomach under his fingers, still stretched tight around the bump (Y/N) started to doze off again. He notices her starting to fall asleep again, and he can't help but smile a little. He knows she’s tired, and knows she needs the extra rest. He nuzzles against her  stomach again, then leans in to press a kiss to her  cheek "get some sleep" He gently pulls the covers up around her, making sure she is warm and comfortable. He shifts to lie behind her, his large, muscular body pressed up against hers  as he wraps one arm around her waist and pulls her close  

The next month or so passes in a similar fashion, Tsu'tey being overbearing and overprotective.

Every time she not feeling well, he's at her  side, and he's constantly trying to keep her from getting tired or exerting herself  As her due date approaches, he gets increasingly apprehensive and nervous, spending almost every minute at her side and fussing over every small issue she had until she hit a breaking point. “Why don't you go for a short huh?" (Y/N) suggested He glances at her, raising an eyebrow. His first response is to protest and say he doesn't want to leave her, but he can tell she was feeling smothered and fed up with how overprotective he's been, and he sighs "You really want me to?"  “ I think it'd do you some good besides I'm not leaving our marui" He lets out a small huff of a sigh, knowing she was probably right, and reluctantly nods "Alright, alright. I'll go" he says, already missing her before he has to leave. She nuzzles him. He nuzzles her back, letting his forehead rest against hers for a moment "I'll see you later" he says softly, before reluctantly pulling away from her and grabbing his bow. She grabbed her tablet and read for a little while before taking a nap. It takes a few hours before Tsu'tey comes back to the marui. He's carrying a couple of fish in one hand, He sees her  lying there with the tablet and a part of him relaxes, relieved to know she hasn't left the marui like he was afraid she would, She was curled up asleep in the nest. He sets the fish down, before gently laying down beside her. He tries not to disturb her, as he knows how tired she had been. But he can't help gently nuzzling his face into her hair, breathing in her familiar scent

He lets out a soft sigh as he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close against his chest. He can feel the bump of her stomach against his , the baby growing more restless and running out of space in her belly. He gently shifts himself to where he's lying behind her, spooning against her back and resting his hand on her stomach. He lets his fingers rub in gentle circles against her  skin, hoping to soothe not just the baby but her as well

As her due date approaches, Tsu'tey becomes more and more stressed and restless. He spends every single minute of the day by her side, refusing to leave her unattended at all. He has nightmares nearly every night while he's supposed to be asleep, about the baby being born dead, or dying soon after, while she is bleeding out and fading right before his eyes. He'll occasionally wake up in a cold sweat, but tries to stay quiet to avoid waking her up. He stays as quiet as possible as he pulls her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her  and holding her tight against his chest. He buries his face into her hair, trying to calm his hammering heart and steady his breathing

(Y/N) hummed in her sleep nuzzling him. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, his nose pressed against her skin. He lets himself breathe in her scent, taking in just how alive she was. He can feel her  heart beating against his, the steady thump of it calming and reassuring him. He lets his hand rest on her stomach, feeling the bump of the baby. They've gotten so big, it's easy for him to feel every kick and squirm they give. He can't keep the smallest smile off his face as he feels them stirring inside her, but the anxiety and stress over the impending birth is still weighing down on him

He tries to shake himself out of the dark thoughts, instead focusing on the baby. He rubs her belly in small circles, silently praying to Eywa that it goes well, that everyone will be okay. He tries to keep his voice soft and quiet, but he can't stop the quiet words from leaving his lips as he murmurs against her skin, "please let it be okay, please let them both be okay..."

He keeps his nose against her skin, breathing in ragged breaths as he tries to will himself to sleep.

But the dark dreams keep coming back, the images of the baby crying out weakly as she slowly fade away, the blood staining his hands and clothes, the image burned into his mind. His grip around her tightens as he shakes those images away, nuzzling against the nape of her neck. He wills himself to think of happier things, of the baby being born healthy, of the first time he will get to hold them, of the joy that would bring.

It had been a long, hard few months . (Y/N)  had been monitored by Mo'at carefully, and Tsu'tey was more overprotective than usual, watching for any signs of distress.

The days ticked by, slowly approaching the moment. She was laying back on a sleep mat Tsu'tey by her side keeping her up. Mo'at knelt between her legs, guiding her through the process. She was gripping Tsu'teys hand tight. He was kneeling beside her , leaning his head on her as she squeezed the life out of his hand. Mo'at occasionally spoke, encouraging her to push and reassuring  her that she was doing well "Good, good, push. You're doing so well" Mo'at's voice was as encouraging as she could be, trying to get her to do what was needed. She could already make out the head. Tsu'tey pressed his forehead against hers , his fingers intertwined with hers . "You're doing so well, you're perfect" He breathed, his breath hot against her skin as he tried to distract her from the pain "Nearly there, you're nearly there. Push again" Mo'at knew it would be hard, but she also knew (Y/N) was strong. "That's it, you're almost there" (Y/N) cried out, the pain intense and burning. She couldn't do it anymore, she felt like she was going to pass out. "I can't, I can't-"

"Yes you can, you're doing so well" Tsu'tey assured her, his free hand moving to the side of her face, trying to soothe her , she let out a low, guttural sound, gripping Tsu'tey hand even tighter. The pain was nearly blinding now, and she was exhausted but she was almost there. So incredibly close.  "One more push for me, come on child. You're doing so well" The encouraging words from Mo'at spurred her on, gritting her  teeth as she used all her strength to push one last time. The push seemed to last forever, but the moment it was done, a soft wail filled the air. The sound of a baby crying.

Mo'at smiled, gently picking up the baby and holding them in her hands. A moment later, Tsu'tey raised his head from (Y/N)  shoulder and looked at the baby

"Is, is it-" he couldn't form a coherent sentence. His chest was heaving and he was shaking from the adrenaline.

“It's a girl"  Mo’at's words were said softly, her voice quieter than usual as she spoke. A girl, a beautiful, perfect little girl. The crying baby was placed on (Y/N) chest, still covered in birth fluids and the cord looped around her.  You could see the pure disbelief and love on Tsu’teys face. He was in shock "Congratulations"

Mo'at's normally sharp voice was quiet, a small smile on her face. She reached out and patted (Y/N)  thigh gently "You did well, child”. 

Tsu’tey leant over her , his lips brushing against her forehead, his breath hot against her skin. "You did so well" He murmured, his voice cracking slightly as he looked down at the little squirming baby in her arms.

The baby seemed to calm as she held her, her crying ceasing and being replaced with little sounds like tiny chirrups. He reached out and stroked a finger down the baby's cheek, his touch as gentle as he could. He couldn't believe how small she was, this tiny little baby, this perfect little thing .Tsu'tey raised his head again to look at (Y/N). She was exhausted, and covered in sweat and blood, but she never looked more beautiful to him . “She’s perfect” He murmured, his voice a mix of awe and tiredness. He carefully sat down on the ground next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. The baby was still in her hold, and she could feel the protective way Tsu’tey was wrapped around her (Y/N) nuzzled her baby. The baby squeaked under her affection, her tiny limbs wiggling again as she let out a soft sort of purring noise. Tsu'tey watched the two of you with a soft expression, his fingers tracing small circles on the baby's tummy

"What are you going to name her?" Mo'at's sharp voiced interrupted the moment, her eyes on her and Tsu'tey as she watched (Y/N) with the tiny baby

“Kamari " Tsu'tey's eyes flicked away from the baby and over to her, a quizzical look on his face "Kamari?" He repeated, tilting his head a little as he tested the name  she nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. It was the first thing that popped into her mind when she looked at her. Tsu'tey thought about it for a moment before giving a small nod "Kamari.." He said again, his eyes falling back down to the baby in his arms. "You like that, little one?" Kamari gave a small noise as if she was agreeing with her father. The baby wrapped one of her tiny hands around Tsu’teys finger, gripping it tightly. Her hand was so tiny, yet her grip was remarkably strong.  Tsu’tey chuckled breathlessly as he gently tugged his finger, watching her not let go with an adoring look in his eyes “Oh you're totally screwed " spoke (Y/N) Tsu'tey gave her a side eye, his mouth tilting up in a small smirk "What do you mean by that?" He asked, his thumb tracing soft circles over the back of Kamari's tiny hand "She's got you wrapped around her little finger". "She's not the only one, you know" He murmurs, his eyes flicking up to look towards her, that smirk on his lips. Then his gaze falls back to the baby in his arms, his expression immediately softening Kamari let out what sounded like a little squeak, her tiny fingers grasping onto her father's finger with her surprising strength. Mo'at chuckled quietly, crossing her arms as she watched Tsu'tey interact with the baby

"You're in trouble already, Olo’eyktan “ Tsu'tey huffed in response to Mo'at's comment but didn't disagree. He knew exactly what she meant, He was completely enraptured, this little girl was the perfect combination of you both. He knew he was falling in love already . The baby let out a tiny gurgling sound, wiggling its tiny little arms as it snuggled against (Y/N) chest.

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Summary: So'lek was protective before but now that his little mate is pregnant, he grown even more protective.

(So'lek x Human!Reader)

Warnings: pregnancy, possessiveness, fear of losing child, mentions of birth

Translations:

kelku = home

ma'tìyawn = my love

Angstik = The hammerhead titanothere

Tulkun = large marine species native to the oceans of Pandora

Nga yawne lu oer, ma little tsamsiyu = I love you my little warrior

You think So'lek was protective before but as soon as he found out that you were pregnant with his child he became 10X more protective. He always has his hands on your waist or stomach. He also refuses that you go places alone.

One day So'lek arouse from his sleep and you weren't next to him. Panicking, he got up and grabbed his bow. He ran out only to be met with you laying in the hammock just outside of the kelku. Sighing in relief, he leaned his bow against the entrance and walked over. “Good morning, ma'tìyawn.”

You looked at him from the hammock and smiled. "Good morning."

You could see that some of the worry still remained on So'lek's face as he looked at you. He walked into the hammock and got in next to you, wrapping his arms around you holding your pregnant belly protectively. "Don't scare me like that again."

You can notice that as he is breathing in the smell of you, he seems relieved that you are still alright and not in line of potential danger.

You smiled at the way his tension left his shoulders. He sighed as you put a hand over his that rested on your rounded stomach. "I'm sorry, I just thought sunlight would be nice."

He looked up at you with a warm smile on his face as you placed your hand over his. His ears and tail flinched at the sun's bright light that broke through the leaves over head. "It is, but I do not want to lose you. Not now with the new life you are carrying within you."

You chuckled softly, honestly finding his words amusing. "Ma So'lek, I am only a few feet away from the kelku. I will be alright."

He groaned in annoyance as he was beginning to get annoyed with your playful attitude towards his overprotectiveness. "I know that you would be but I do not want to take the risk. You are not only my mate but you are the mother of my child. I will not take any chances whatsoever."

His ears continued to twitch at the sound of his own words.

You knew you couldn't change his mind on it, once his mind was set, he was determined. Like a stubborn Angstik. "I know."

He looked down at you with his pretty green eyes. Even if he is trying to be stern with you he is still having a hard time fighting back the urge to pull you close and hug you. He takes a deep breathe before he finally speaks to you in a gentle yet firm tone. "Please do not go far from the kelku from now on until you give birth."

You fingers intertwined with his. You knew you couldn't promise anything like that. You would loose your mind and become restless. Your lips touched his cheek and then kissed along his jawline. "You know I can't promise that."

He growled in annoyance at the thought of you not keeping the promise he requested from you. He also grumbled at the thought of other Na'vi men seeing you outside of his protection. He was starting to get possessive.

"Why not? Your health and my child is at risk the further you go from the kelku. What reason could you possibly have to go far away from here?"

"I have people and duties in Hometree. You know that." You told him with your gentle tone of voice.

So'lek thought for a moment about what you said. It was true that you did have responsibilities and people to look after back at Hometree but he couldn't fight this protective instinct anymore. He was already too worried and anxious about losing you and the unborn child.

"Then I will be coming with you. I don't want to lose you or our child. I will protect you and keep you close to me."

You smiled at his decree. At least you wouldn't be cooped up at your home. "Alright, I have no objections."

He let out a relieved groan and pulled you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. This made him feel so much better now that he knows that he can still keep an eye on you while you attend to those matters at Hometree.

"It's settled then. I will make sure to keep a close eye on you and keep you safe from any danger."

A few minutes passed and you slowly stroked your big stomach that would soon hopefully birth a strong child for your mate. "How much longer do you think?"

So'lek looked down at you and took note of how big your stomach had gotten. This baby must be growing at an extraordinary rate. He has never seen a woman get pregnant this quickly before. He also could only imagine how much you were uncomfortable dealing with all this change in your body.

"We are approaching the 8th month so this baby will grow much quicker. I predict that it will be born in less than two months."

You sighed and laid your head on his chest. "Oh thank goodness." Carrying his child felt...uncomfortable on your body to say the least.

He rubbed your head while looking down at you. His eyes were filled with love and relief as he thought about how soon you will be able to give birth. The thought of the baby being born also made him have all sorts of thoughts like how much of you was in the baby and how much of him was in the baby.

"How do you feel? Is the pregnancy getting too uncomfortable for you?"

You nodded and shifted in the hammock to be more comfortable. "It feels very uncomfortable. I think the baby is going to take after you the most. I feel like a Tulkun."

So'lek felt his ego inflate at the statement that your child would be taking after him. However, he didn't like that you were experiencing major discomfort from the pregnancy. This really showed him just how much this pregnancy was taking a toll on you. He continued to rub your head as he spoke.

"I will tell you a secret ma'yawne. When I was young I was a very loud child. Perhaps our baby will be as well."

You groaned and rolled your eyes. "Just what I need, a rambunctious child. AND a baby on top of that." you teased. You only meant it half jokingly of course.

He scoffed at the comment but didn't seem to mind it at all. If anything, the thought of having an energetic child to take care of with you is something he actually looks forward to. However, the thought of having a rambunctious child is also going to make him an overprotective father.

"Well you mated with me didn't you?" So'lek chuckled in his raspy voice as he ran a four fingered hand down your arm. "So it is only fate for our child to have our personalities."

You smiled at his first statement. You did mate with him, and you'd never regret it. You nuzzled into his side, your hand caressing his chest. Your fingers gently traced patterns on his blue skin. After a minute of silence, you spoke up with a request. "Rub my stomach again? It felt good."

He didn't have to be asked twice. As soon as you asked, he pulled you closer and started to massage and caress your belly. In this position, he could really feel how big you were getting. The thought of his baby being inside you was making him feel excited yet nervous for the day that you will give birth.

He put a feather-light kiss to your temple and hummed as he traced circles on your soft skin. "I promise to be a good father to our child. Nga yawne lu oer, ma little tsamsiyu."

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All's fair in war and love

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!Sarentu

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, ANGST, SMUT in the end, love bites, sexual tension, P in V, manhandling, fingering, praising, cursing, pet names (tìyawn, yantu, yawne, love, sweetheart), dirty talk (Neteyam has a breeding kink as request by Anon), edging (orgasm denial), soft-dom Neteyam. All characters are AGED-UP. Neteyam is a bit cheesy, but from the way he shows how much he cares for his family, it's in character to be a romantic in a love context.

!DISCLAIMER! Presence of dark and sensitive explicit themes: destruction by explosive devices, massacre, and murder (the protagonist and Neteyam kill soldiers). Please do not read if these topics are not for you.

Summary: The story takes place in one of the final stages of the video game Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora, in one of the most poignant and heartbreaking moments of the plot. Following a heavy earthquake at the Well of Souls that hit the Zeswa hunting party, Sarentu, who will take the name Ateyana here, travels to the site in search of survivors. Finding that many have perished, she decides to find the source of the devastating tremors. Quakes that are not of seismic origin, rather human. With vengeance in her heart, she goes to the military outpost seeking justice. There she will be joined by her lover, Neteyam, and together they will fight for Pandora. But also for themselves.

Little note: This story should have come out months ago - many months ago, way too many. Writing it was a source of great frustration for me. I found myself having a precise idea that I couldn't put into words. The biggest challenge was the action scene that you will find as you read, and, honestly, I don't even think it came out that well. It was the first time for me to deal with this type of narrative. Even if I'm not at all satisfied with the result, it feels right to publish it, for those who have been waiting for it. Anon who requested it, those who answered the poll to choose Sarentu's name, @akari-rosefield who DMed me for updates. This fic is for you.

Word Count: 9k

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“Yana!”

Shouts. Shouts and gunshots. The alarm siren.

“Ateyana, we must move!”

A male voice. Nor? The noises mingled with the high-pitched whistle that filled her ears, her eyes blinded by too much light blocking her view. A wall of intermittent red cleared up only by the white of bullets and the few monitors still working.

“Telisi, Yefti-.” “Come!”

Somebody pulled her by the arm. Her legs ran as if pulled by a force she thought lost. The images blurred until they took on the contours of a face she knew. Eyes that were large and bright, but distant as if hiding a secret, now wide with terror.

“It’ll be fine. Don’t be afraid. It’s gonna be like falling into a deep sleep. When you wake up, it will all be over.” “It burns.” “I know, dear, it’ll pass now. Just close your eyes and start counting down from ten. Ten... nine... eight... seven...”

The woman’s voice became distant like a ghost's, her eyelids heavy. The fire coursing through her veins gave way to a sudden cold; a searing chill that numbed her feet, then her legs, and slowly worked its way up her entire body.

“... six... five...”

Surrounded by darkness, all she could hear was the capsule hissing shut, protecting her from everything but silence.

Neteyam remembered his first meeting with Ateyana well. The excitement and commotion that her entrance to Awa’atlu had triggered, on a par with a resurrected spirit — the dawn of a new day. It felt like déjà vu, but in reverse: this time, the Sullys were not on the side of the outsiders falling from the sky, and instead of suspicion, there was a mood of celebration. On the back of her ikran, she wore with ease the hallmarks of the clans that had touched her, each symbolizing a stage in her rebirth; the teachings of their ways. The sea breeze sighed through the soft kinglor silk of her robes, the feathers of the stiff Keme’tire cloak vibrated with every breath, while the colors of the Zewsa shone brightly in the sunlight. Her eyes even deeper and more orange by the sharp contrast with the white, purple, and fuchsia that tinged her skin. So unusual was her appearance, yet harmonious, paired with the banshee that sported the same fanciful pattern. “Look! Look at her face!” “The mark.” The young warrior's gaze followed the whispers around him and settled on the girl's left cheekbone, cut by a crescent moon and four drops just below the eye.

Sarentu. The lost clan.

Neteyam had only heard of them in his grandmother’s stories. The old woman had a sad smile as she talked about the lost storytellers, who were distant cousins of the Omatikaya and descendants from Entu, the first Toruk Makto; diplomatic wanderers who preserved the oral memory of clans’ history, carriers of Eywa wisdom. A beloved People whose terrible fate was known to all Na’vi. Exterminated by the RDA. The same organization that kidnapped their children to raise them as deviant soldiers, alienated from the Great Mother, from all that made them pandorians. Kids who disappeared twenty years ago as a result of the attack on the Tree of Souls and the dismantling of the TAP program.  Or so they thought, for one of them had just dismounted her dragon, its wings still rustling with the sound of powerful beats.

Making her way through the crowd, the plaintive wails of the baby cradled in her arms acted as a herald of the tsahìk's arrival. Loran, younger brother of Ao'nung and Tsireya, born shortly after the RDA attack that nearly killed the Sullys' eldest son, seemed to have absorbed the heartbreak of his People, the turmoil of those dark times, for relentless was the torment that plagued him until he fell asleep.

The girl stepped forward, kneeling as she made a small bow before her forehead. “Oel ngati kameie, Ronal eo lu Metkayina Tsahìk.” The woman smiled, and her calmness seemed to ease the breathlessness of her son, who stared at the visitor with large, tear-filled eyes. “Ateyana te Hìtaì Kataru’ite.”

For a split second, her gaze flickered. It had been so long since she had heard her full name spoken aloud. The mention of her family, specifically her mother, sent a shiver down her spine. With a long history of being used as an experiment, trapped within the confines of sterile concrete walls, she had come to see herself as nothing but a test subject. A lab rat. A cluster of inconsequential cells employed to experiment with a substance and observe its reaction. Or worse, treated like a monkey that was given logic games to assess its intellectual growth. With each class, each shower in disinfectant, because the stench of Na’vi was unbearable, every trace of her natural self slipped away; depersonalized from everything her name stood for to the point of hating it. Ateyana, Spirit of the Dawn. It sounded like a joke, the sense of hope that her name carried. In the RDA compound, scientists educated Sarentu children in math, English, weapon use, and also introduced them to human literature and history. A series of conflicts, wars, colonization, and destruction caused by the idea of taking things simply because one had the power to do so. Throughout those years, she couldn’t ignore the eerie parallels between them and the indigenous communities who had been eradicated in certain areas of Earth. The name of one population in particular had stayed with her, as it bore a striking resemblance to her own. The Yana, a population decimated by the California genocide unleashed by the Gold Rush, ceased to exist in 1916 when the last descendant perished in a Rancheria.

Right from the beginning, she saw that historical reference as an omen of what was to come for her and her people, now down to just five survivors. Whether through brutal erasure or assimilation into other clans, the Sarentu would disappear.  She made a decision that day: to only go by Yana. She abandoned her full name and any other nickname despite her sister’s disapproval, and adopted what everyone now regarded as a diminutive, oblivious to its true status as a legitimate name. 

A name that signified the final chapter of their lives.  Hers and those who shaped her into the resentment and anger-filled young woman she is today. And with almost absolute certainty of all those who would accompany her in her revenge.

“For a long time, we believed in the defeat of your people, but our hope for your return never wavered. The Great Mother could not fail those she had delivered her word to. We have missed you.” Ronal caressed her cheek, her thumb feathering the raised outline of the mark. A moment of weakness that surprised those present, accustomed to the woman’s stoic and fearless nature. “Come, you need rest. You’ve been through a lot, and your eyes tell me there is much to discuss.”

The girl nodded, her heart full of gratitude at the warm welcome, a gesture she hadn’t anticipated (the tsahìk's reputation preceded her). A fleeting warmth that would soon fade.

2174, PANDORA, RESISTANCE HQ, KINGLOR FOREST

“We have located the epicenter of the quakes near the Celebration Arches”. Priya’s finger pointed on the map to the demarcation point between Aranahe and Zeswa territories; just beyond the network of caves that connected the Kinglor Forest to the Upper Plains.

“Ayvitrayä Ramunong (Well of Souls),” Jake’s voice belonged to a hiss, recalling vividly the last time he had admired the magnificence of rock arches growing up from the underground, driven by the incredible magnetic force. A shell that enclosed within it a dense, lush vegetation protecting the Tree of Souls. Two decades earlier, the RDA had destroyed the Omatikaya’s most sacred site. Although the basin was at the foot of the Hallelujah Mountains, right in the Flux Vortex’s heart, their attack wiped out the clan’s memories and, almost, their spirit. Something similar was happening here. He was certain of it. The tremors recorded were too cadenced and regular to result from seismic activity. Humans orchestrated it. 

“Drills.” “That's what we suspect.” “Unobtanium?” “We do not detect a relevant presence of unobtanium in the subsoil that would justify extraction. On the other hand, it is rich in carbon-fossils.” “Oil?” “Let's call it that.” “What's the point of extracting it? We have abandoned fossil energy sources for more than a hundred years.”

We have. At his side, Neytiri clutched the handle of the bow she had not laid since their arrival, her eyes darkened by the battle paint that adorned her face. Sometimes her husband still spoke as if he were one of them. After all, a part of him always would have been. Just look at the military waistcoat he wore like a second skin, the rifle always at hand, despite Eywa's abhorrence of metal weapons. The man spoke before his mate did, “We must act, but we need to be smart.” “Anqa is already on site examining the situation. Yana is with her,” she added, noting the friend's apprehensive look at the mention of one person alone in that dangerous place. “What?” The tone in Neteyam's voice was caustic; a venomous hiss barely vented between clenched teeth, but he did not have time to question the girl's presence in the field any further, as a loud din echoed from the two-way radio on the table.

“Anqa! Anqa, can you hear me? What's going on?” The purple-haired ecologist was terrified. -The RDA… Arches…! Blew up! Zeswa… the signal was disturbed. The hunting party… Everything collapsed. The arches collapsed…- Neteyam snatched the transceiver from her hand to bring it to his mouth with cold timbre and a blank stare. “Where is she?”

No further explanation was necessary for Anqa to understand to whom that male voice, she had come to know all too well, referred. Despite the number of forced interactions with the young Na'vi, despite the operations they had collaborated on side by side, it seemed impossible for her to get used to the chill that ran down her spine whenever she heard him speak with that tone. Especially at times like these. Netayam was frightening when altered, a worthy son of his mother. His lips pulled downward in a thin line, his teeth clenched to the point that his jaw snapped, the tips of his canines showing in tacit menace. His eyes fixed and alert, serpentine, his nostrils flared, and his lungs swelled to a peak and then deflated into severe rumblings in the deepest part of his throat.

-She went looking for survivors.-

Adding nothing more, the young warrior pushed the device against Priya's frail chest, who could barely stand on her own strength, and took wide strides toward his ikran; his parents at his heels. Jake grabbed him by the arm as the boy adjusted the throat-comm around his neck and set it to the frequency matched with his girlfriend's.

“Where you think you’re going?” “To get her.” “You stay here. We’ll go.” The son ignored those words by loading the bow onto the animal’s back. His mother called him back, in tune with his father’s admonition. “I won’t say that again.” “Fine. ‘Cause I won’t sit on my hands while the girl I love is in danger. I’ve never done that with my siblings, and I’m certainly not going to start now.” Jake stepped back as his son pointed his fingers to his own chest, right at the level of the scar that marked him; the everlasting reminder of when he was dying in his arms. “I’m the one who has to keep her safe. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to her.”

“Just as I couldn't live with myself if we lost you.”

Neteyam’s gaze straightened, “I wouldn’t change a thing, even if saving Spider meant giving my life. I am ready to die for those I care about.” “I know, son, that’s what scares me.” He took his face with a palm and brought it close until they were face to face, “Bring her home.” “Yes, sir.” “I expect a mateship ceremony when this whole thing is over.” The boy chuckled, “Yes, sir.”

Yana looked at what was left of the watercourse leading to the heart of the prairie, almost totally dried up except for a few puddles here and there — the water within them of an unnatural greenish hue with purplish reflections and dense consistency. Her vision was blurred by the cloud that had risen after the collapse, and made it difficult for her to breathe; the air tainted by smoke, dust, and pollutants intoxicated her lungs. Around her, the high rock walls were lined with rubble, uprooted trees, and … bodies.

Of winzaw (arrow deer), pa'li and Zeswa.

Most of the hunters had perished crushed by their own mounts, others by boulders or sudden impact with the ground. All were covered in the grayness of ash and death. The only color was the red dye they dyed their hair with, which, mixing with the blood, stained the rocks.

-Tìyawn (love)? Tìyawn, do you read me? “Teyam?” -Thanks, Great Mother, you’re doing okay. Anqa gave us a heads-up about the blast. Where are you at?- “I'm going up the river. There's so much death here. So many killed, so much life…,” her voice died in her throat, ”… destroyed. I'm going up to the drill now. Stop this from happening again.” -No way. Call off the ikran and get back here. Now. We need to regroup. We can't afford recklessness. Do you hear me, Yana? Do not attack!- “I will carry the pain to the ones who caused it.” -Ateyana…!-

Neteyam's inhaled voice died out in the metallic noise of the interference caused by the flow. She was alone. Not that it made any difference. Even though she knew she was hurting him, she would have ignored his intimate but selfish request. She would never have turned back, at the cost of annihilating him in the soul. The Zeswa had welcomed her as a clan member returning from a long, grueling journey. They had raised the festival kites to honor the rebirth of the Lost People; they had taught her their way. She would not abandon them to their grief. The Sarentu were once a peaceful tribe of storytellers and diplomats, they weren't warriors, the Sky People had made them so. Who forced them to take up arms, paint themselves in the colors of war, and swell their chests with battle echoes. If there was one valuable lesson she had learned from human cruelty, it was that there are circumstances in which one must be stained with sin to achieve the goal. Yana was willing to do that, too. She was willing to be abandoned by Eywa and the Na'vi to save Pandora. To give up her integrity and love. To force Neteyam to remain without her. Therefore, even with a grasp gripping her heart, before advancing on the path that had formed in the ruins, besides checking the state of her bow, she counted how many munitions she had in the rifle she carried. As the invaders used to say: all's fair in war and love.

“Fuck!” imprecated Neteyam, pressing the side button to change frequency and connect to Anqa’s throat-comm, his voice sharp. “Anqa, do you copy? I’ve lost signal with Yana. The flux is making the instrumentation crazy.” Static crackled in his ear before Anqa’s voice came through, laced with tension. -Copy. What do you mean, lost signal? Where was she heading?- “She moved into the rubble,” Neteyam said, his frustration barely contained. “Trying to avoid being spotted by soldiers on her way to the drill.”

The woman’s silence spoke more than a thousand words, as heavy as the burden that gripped their hearts. If flux interference was disrupting communication with the Sarentu, it could only mean one thing: she was at the center of it, right in the collapsed area. Then Anqa replied, her tone edged with worry. -Damn, girl. She always does this.-

“I’m not leaving her out there,” he said firmly, his eyes scanning the horizon as he tightened his grip on the banshee's reins. Anqa’s response was swift, resolute. -I’m not suggesting you should. But don’t go in blind, Neteyam. We need you in one piece, too.- “She’s taking out that drill whether we’re ready or not,” the warrior shot back. “You know her—she’ll make the shot even if it kills her.”

A heavy sigh crackled through the comm. -Alright. Listen, head toward the north ridge. The flux is thinner there. I’ll try to guide you remotely with what’s left of the scanners. And, Neteyam?- “Yeah?” -Don’t let her do anything stupid. We need her alive for this fight.- He smirked faintly, though his heart was pounding. “She’s not the only stubborn one here, you know.” -Clearly. Watch your six out there. Out.- The communication fell silent, and Neteyam nudged his mount forward, his gaze narrowing on the jagged horizon.

Flying over the area, he spotted the yellow-and-white-banded Scorpion below him, close to a tall tree growing crooked, almost horizontal, on the top of a hill. A lone stone arch remained intact to shield it. As he imagined, he found the tawtute at the foot of the gigantic tree admiring its leaves turning to fall; the disconsolate expression of someone who had already experienced that same desolation on their skin.

His blood froze when he saw Telisi catch up to her with her typical awkward walk, and rub her muzzle against the woman's cheek as if seeking comfort. Determination burned in his chest as he murmured to himself. “Hold on, love. I’m coming.” With a sharp whistle, his ikran spread its wings, and they dove into the flux-laden skies.

With each step, the dust thickened, and her heart bounced in her chest in rhythm with the increasingly deafening thumps of the drill. Slow and steady, the thuds that sounded by the second seemed to numb her. But even as her feet stumbled over the craggy ground shaken by the vibrations, she did not hint at stopping her progress. Gradually the path became more impassable, where the gorge had filled with giant boulders and uprooted trees, blocking access. She could have scaled what remained of the arches to get an aerial view of the surroundings, but climbing to the top would have meant exposing herself to the aim of snipers and automatic machine guns. Surveillance at that extraction site had to be on high alert, she was certain.

As she advanced, a faint glow hit on her right, warm and clear. Sunlight. A passageway free of disaster. She approached it cautiously. The entrance was just big enough for her to crouch through and gave access to a cave; the ceiling smashed by the earthquake into a natural skylight. Yana hesitated before entering; the air was cleaner but venturing inside a rocky way could be dangerous, even fatal with those continuous tremors running through the underground. A collapsing wall could easily have turned that cave into her grave. But the alternatives were few, and between standing in the mist that prevented her from seeing potential enemies and making her way through the shadows, she chose the one that would give her an advantage. When it comes to Na’vi, the sun is always expected to cast banshee shadows over the heads of their enemies, or the patter of galloping hooves to announce their arrival. It would not occur to anyone to look down, to guard ravines and underground passages to quell any surprise attacks. The People were skilled hunters who never mixed such skills with the art of war. But Yana was not just Na'vi now. Certainly, her DNA was, but a substantial enough part to create ethical contrasts in her person was human.

Penetrating inside the cave, she could ascertain that the main exit had, in fact, collapsed. The only other point of access was the skylight itself, but to reach it she would have to rely on the strength of her arms to climb. With no small effort, she reached the top, and the mammoth, frightening figure of the drill appeared before her, the building structure circling it like a barrier. A stroke of pure luck: as she ascended the passage, she had come right to the heart of the Alpha platform; the auger staring her straight in the face as if to give a defiant welcome.

“Priya? I'm at the drill. Tell me how to tear it down.” -I hear you. Destroying the drill-core will leave that monster useless. It's protected, but cut the control wires, and you should get an opening. Hurry, it's the RDA. Nothing's ever enough.- “Consider it done.” With those words, the tsamsiyu (warrior) took her leave, before turning off the transceiver and penetrated inside the platform, filled with enemies armed to the teeth. But she wasn't afraid. She possessed the skills to accomplish the mission without having to engage in open confrontation. With patience and calculated movements, she would have tampered with that contraption. What could go wrong?

The military base sprawled across the battered terrain like a metallic parasite, its angular structures jutting out from the ground, illuminated by harsh, artificial floodlights. Sarentu advanced through the shadows to make herself invisible, her breathing controlled, every step deliberate. She crouched low behind a jagged fragment of collapsed rock, her body blending with her surroundings. She inhaled deeply, her ears twitching as she listened to the heavy footfalls of a nearby patrol. Her bow was slung across her back, and a quiver of arrows hugged her side, a blade ready in one hand. She slipped between the patrols, weaving through their blind spots, and approached her prey. The monstrous drill, the beating heart of devastation.

The machine seemed alive, a colossus of metal and energy, digging relentlessly. The hum of its turbines vibrated in the air, an almost hypnotic rhythm, but the girl could afford no distractions. The base was heavily guarded; squads of soldiers moved in coordinated patterns, their exosuits clanking softly as they patrolled the perimeter, a mechanical dance of strength and control.

Moving with feline grace, she watched them for several minutes, mapping their movements. Three guards on the raised catwalk, two near the energy core, one stationed at the control room door. The others roamed unpredictably. She’d have to move fast and strike silently. Stealth was the key, and a strategy formed in her mind as she did so, accurate and deadly.

Her chance came when two soldiers paused to speak, turning their backs to her. She darted forward, her feet barely making a sound on the uneven ground. With a lightning gesture, she drew an arrow and stuck it. The string of her bow was stretched in deafening silence. The first shot struck the guard in the throat; the second fell before he could scream. When the third turned too late, her blade flashed, slipping through the crevices of his armor, her palm plugging his mouth before he could react. He collapsed with a muted thud. Yana dragged the bodies into the shadows, methodical despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. No mistakes, no hesitation.

The main control panel was located in a cabin protected by armored walls and a digital keypad lock, where the last soldier was typing distractedly. Taking cover behind a stack of crates, an arrow flew, quiet as the whisper of the wind. The lone guard fell onto the controls, his hand smearing blood on the screen, as the rustle of the drill grew louder. She pushed him aside to access the panel that displayed data incomprehensible to anyone but a skilled technician, but she had no need to decipher it, SID would have taken care of it—a portable interface capable of decoding the security frequencies of enemy forces.

After a few seconds of work, her eyes lit up as the device emitted a soft beep of success, unlocking the door. The cabin was cramped, lit by cool neon lights, and the control panel dominated the room, its screens and switches monitoring every aspect of the drill.

The hanged plans showed how the core was protected by an electronic security grid, making it inaccessible without a specific command. Quickly, she navigated the panel menus, bypassing the access codes with her device. Her experience enabled her to locate the sequence that activated the turbines' maintenance mode, which was necessary to temporarily expose the core for technical interventions.

The next step required rigor. Yana pulled out a small vibration-cutting tool and began to disassemble the panel's side plate. The metal shell was resisting, but with a sharp blow, she managed to remove it, revealing a tangle of wires and circuits. She quickly identified the wiring for the core cooling system, a critical component in keeping the turbines stable. By cutting a single blue wire and replacing it with a connector she modified, she created a controlled short circuit that sent a false overheat signal to the main panel. The lights flashed, and a low alarm went off, prompting the system to automatically open the bulkheads protecting the drill core to allow for a supposed inspection.

Before leaving the cabin, the girl deactivated the hacking device, automatically erasing all traces of her digital intrusion. She remounted the panel plate and verified that everything appeared intact from the outside. Finally, she slipped between the shadows once again.

With the core now exposed, she could see it shone with an unnatural blue-green glow, pulsing like an alien heart.

“Time to finish this,” she murmured, moving briskly to it. She retrieved a bundle of small adhesive charges from her belt, aware that every second lost could be lethal. She carefully placed them in the most vulnerable spots, her hands steady despite the time pressure. The bomb timers were set on a delay long enough to allow her to move away safely. She was just finishing cocking the last one when a cry rang out behind her. “Intruder! By the drill!”

The searchlights all pointed at her, and the camp exploded in chaos. Cursing under her breath, the girl dived behind a support beam as bullets tore through the air, arrows at the ready. She shot one, then another in rapid succession, each finding its mark. She shot down the nearest enemies, but there were too many reinforcements for her to face them alone.

The situation seemed desperate. Her eyes rested one last time on the drill, then her fingers went to the detonator as she murmured a quiet prayer, ready to make a drastic decision. Just as she was about to press the button, a shadow loomed overhead. A high-pitched whistle cut through the air, followed by the shrill screech of an ikran, its wings slicing through the chaos in a bright trail. Neteyam plunged into the fray, the claws of his beast bearing down on a squad of soldiers. He leaped from his back mid-flight, landing next to Yana with a force that made the platform vibrate.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as she fired another arrow at an approaching guard. “Saving you,” replied her boyfriend, unsheathing his blade, piercing a soldier who came too close in the chest. Sarentu gave him a look full of sarcasm and defiance. Together, they fought their way back toward the drill side by side, their movements perfectly synchronized even in the crossfire. Time was against them; the charges were set, and the girl had the detonator.

“Now or never!” Neteyam shouted, shoving her behind cover as another wave of bullets ripped through the air. She took a breath, staring at the target. Everything came down to this moment. The explosion was deafening, a column of blinding flash of light rising skyward, devouring the drill. The shockwave knocked them both off their feet, flames and debris raining down around them. Yana felt the heat lap against her skin as Neteyam covered her with his own body.

“It’s not over yet!” he shouted, pulling her to her feet as the ground beneath them broke, reacting violently to the destruction. They sprinted toward the edge of the base. The warrior whistled sharply, and his dragon swooped low, its wings slicing through the smoke. He hauled her onto its back and the animal soared as the base sank into the rubble.

As they ascended, the flux pulsed ominously, a deep, rhythmic thrum that resonated through the air. From the sky, as the ikran carried them away, they watched the flames consume the drill. She turned to him, her breathing still labored. “Thank you,” she said, the word full of emotion and relief, while hugging him. He nodded in return, his gaze fixed on the horizon. That was only the beginning. The battle was not over, but for the moment, the drill was gone.

The ikran landed on a rocky ledge hidden in the tops of the tallest trees, a safe place away from the chaos. The wind, charged with the wild energy of the flow, subsided. Neteyam descended first, his movements stiff and charged with tension. When the young woman set foot on the ground, she found him already distant, his back to her.

“Yawntu?” she called, her voice low, almost hesitant. He turned abruptly, and in his golden eyes shone a storm of emotion. His voice, usually calm and reassuring, was broken by a tremor of restrained anger. “What the heck were you thinking?!” She stopped in place, surprised by the ferocity of the tone. “I-”

“You left on your own, you walked into that damn field,” he interrupted her, taking a step toward her. “You were going to-” He couldn’t even say the phrase—You were going to let yourself blow up—, too painful to even think about. The trembling that still shook him was not just a momentary fear: it was a deep-rooted feeling, born of the overwhelming love he felt for her and the horror of seeing the possibility of a future without her. The scene played out in his head repeatedly, like a vortex of conflicting emotions consuming him. Even knowing she was safe now could not quell.

He felt a surge of panic when he realized she would remain in the base, risking her life to destroy the drill even though the bombs were active.  His mind, usually clear-headed in battle, filled with chaotic images: her face illuminated by flames, her hands reaching toward him as life left her, the emptiness of a world without the sound of her laughter or the warmth of her gaze. Each beat of the ikran’s wings felt like an eternity, and every second that passed was a weight piling on his chest.

“What was that all about, huh?” His chest rose and fell furiously, his breathing quickened as he drew closer to her again, towering over her with his stature. “Why didn’t you wait for backup? You always want to do everything yourself, you trust no one.” A sequence of questions and statements that sounded as if they meant something else entirely. 

You didn’t wait for me. You don’t trust me?

Neteyam fought with himself not to give in to the sense of helplessness, but with each passing moment, the girl’s silence only infuriated his sense that she had consciously chosen to sacrifice herself to destroy the drill. This tormented him, for it meant that she had decided to leave him behind.

“You were ready to die in there! Do you have any idea what that would have meant for me?!” he shouted, and, for a moment, seemed about to burst, but he held back, running a trembling hand through his hair. “I... I can’t lose you, Yana. Not like this.” Those words crashed like waves against a wall, leaving a pain-filled silence. Sarentu stepped forward, her gaze catalyzed on him. “Teyam, listen to me. I had to do it. It was the only way.” “Your life is not an acceptable price!” he replied, his voice louder than he intended. He took a step toward her, his eyes staring at her as if he feared she might disappear. “Not for this war. Not for any war.”She looked at him, surprised by the vehemence of his words. “And anyone else’s life is?” she asked, calm but firm. “If it wasn’t me, it would be someone else. You know that.”

There was nobility in her intent, but Neteyam shook his head nonetheless at her disinterested altruism, his breathing still uneven. Her martyrdom might mean nothing to someone else, but to him, it would amount to the nullification of himself.

“I don’t care about someone else. I-I care about you. More than duty allows, more than I wish sometimes. When I saw you, surrounded by the RDA with the detonator in your hand, crouching in front of the ordnance ...” He shook his head again as if to banish the image, his eyes glazed over. “It was as if a part of me was already dead.” Silence descended. He ran a hand over his face, trying to regroup his thoughts. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, almost a whisper. “When I saw you wouldn’t stop ... I felt my whole world falling apart. You can’t ask me to bear it, Yana. You can’t.”

She looked at him, motionless. His words sank into her heart like knives, but she did not defend herself. Instead, she moved slowly closer until their foreheads almost touched. “You think I wasn’t scared?” she murmured, laying a hand on his chest, where his heart was still beating so fast. “You think I didn’t wonder, every second, if I could come back to you? But I did, Neteyam. I made it. We made it.” Her hands went up to graze his face, her eyes searching his with an intensity that left him breathless. “I wouldn’t be here without you.”

The Omatikaya prince felt the knot of anger and terror loosen inside, leaving a void filled only by his love for her. Saying nothing, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers, breathing her own breath. His hands moved to encircle her waist, pulling her against him. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I won’t be so reckless next time.”

The young warrior closed his eyes, lowering his head to leave a kiss on her forehead. “There won’t be a next time,” he whispered. “I’m not letting you do that on your own again.” The echo of his words bounced between them, an even stronger bond forged in the fear and love that united them. “I cannot lose you,” he repeated, his voice an almost imperceptible rustle. “I can’t. You’re my everything.”

Yana replied without speaking, laying her hands on top of his, squeezing them with a gentleness that contrasted with the ferocity of their battle. When she finally lifted her face to his, her lips found his in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was urgent, desperate, a reminder that they were alive, that they still belonged together.

As they lost themselves in each other, the world around seemed to vanish. There were no more wars, fears, or dangers; there was only them, two souls who had defied fate to find each other once more.

Neteyam broke away from the kiss, his breath short, his face still very close to hers. He looked at her with an intensity that seemed to want to carve that moment in time. “It’s not just fear,” he murmured, his voice rough, as if the words cost him immense effort. “It’s that without you ... I’m nothing.”

She shook her head, her hands rising to clutch the fabric of his warrior belt, pulling him toward her. “Don’t say that,” she replied, her eyes shining. “You are strong, more than anyone I know. But if you think it’s any different for me, you’re wrong.” Her voice cracked as she continued. “Every time I fly with you, watch you fight, hear your voice through the wind... it’s like the world makes sense. And the thought of losing you... it would kill me.” Her words slid between them, breaking down all barriers. Neteyam closed his eyes for a moment, giving her time to see the vulnerability he rarely showed. When he opened them again, there was a warmth in them, a promise that did not need to be spoken.

“We will not be lost,” he said, with a conviction that seemed carved in stone. “No matter what, we’ll always find our way back to each other.” Yana smiled, an expression at once sweet and wistful. “Then never let me go.” Neteyam responded by grasping her face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the contours of her skin as if he wanted to memorize every detail. “Never,” he promised, before kissing her again, this time with a gentleness that contrasted with the desperation of minutes before. The kiss intensified, fueled by something more than desire. A silent communication, a dialogue of souls seeking each other, recognizing each other. Neteyam’s hands came down along her sides, clutching her as if afraid she might fade away. The girl reacted by wrapping her arms around his neck, letting go completely.

Words became superfluous, replaced by the hushed language of their bodies and their gazes. The adrenaline that had sustained them up to that moment transformed into another energy, warmer, deeper. Recognizing their vulnerability, the go-or-nothing gamble they’d taken, they seized the present as if it were their last. They lay down on the carpet of moss that covered the ledge, the sky above them tinged with the vibrant colors of sunset. The sun’s rays streamed through the leaves, casting dancing shadows on their faces. For a moment, the world seemed to slow down, allowing them to lose themselves completely in each other, without fear, without hesitation.

His hands ran all over her body as if to imbue it with his essence. With each caress, a piece of her clothing slipped away. With each kiss, the ornamental paintings faded. “What should I do with you, huh?” He asked. “Do I need to breed you to generate some reason in you?”  She chuckled, but then said in a serious tone, “I won’t stop fighting even if you impregnate me.” “I know already, geez. That’s why I’m so into you. I still wanna see your tummy swell with my child, though. Still wanna fuck you senseless until my cum fills you whole.” A shiver ran down her spine until her toes curled, and she could already feel a small knot tightening in her lower abdomen. But her stubbornness, combined with a taste for having the upper hand, kept her anchored enough so that she would not get lost in the glee of carnal sensations. So that she would not say something she did not mean, or make promises she would not keep, in the heat of the moment. “It’s not gonna happen until we get the RDA out of here for good.” Neteyam agreed: raising a child in such a volatile, perilous environment was out of the question, “But we can always train for it. ‘Til we’re one forever.” “You mean in front of Eywa? Are you sure? You want to do this with me?” He beamed, in love. “You’re the only one I want this with. Are you up for it? When all this shit is over-” “Yes!” The Omatikaya prince gasped at the sudden answer to a question not quite expressed. “Yes?” “Yes, I will marry you as soon as all this shit is over. For what it’s worth, you are already my mate, with or without tsaheylu.” Their unconventional, colorful declaration of eternal love, though far from romantic, felt perfect for them.

Neteyam resumed kissing her everywhere. Her eyes, the tip of her nose, cheeks, neck, breastbone. Reaching her flat belly, he lingered there for a long time as if something was already sprouting inside. Strong fingers gripped her hips possessively, sinking into them until they left their imprint, while his nose tickled her navel, followed, then, by his tongue. He traced the outline there, then went up to one of her breasts and sucked greedily, his hand massaging it as if he could stimulate something else besides the nipple’s turgidity. As if he expected nourishment. When he was satisfied so, he gave the other tit the same treatment, and Yana had to bite her lip hard to keep from moaning. 

When, at last, the warrior pulled away with a resounding pop, she could sketch out a sly giggle, partly from the ticklish sensation, partly because she knew the source of so much attention. “I love your kinky side.” His face, already flushed from the exertion and impetus that was shaking his insides, turned purple at that joke. This side of him still ashamed him. A side he could not repress. And, to be fair, he didn’t want to erase it either, being linked to the unbreakable connection he had felt with Sarentu from the very first day. The way she held Loran, the way she cradled him, captivated him. The gentleness in her manner, the kindness in her eyes, despite the belligerent times in which they lived, had forged her into resentment and death. Yana exuded a warmth and fragrance that smelled like home. He fell inexorably in love with it and longed to turn the world into a safer place for her. She was his person, he knew it immediately.

She laughed again, her face slightly bent in a canny expression. “It’s cute when you get all bashful.” Stung to the core but refreshed by the challenge, he lifted her legs, spreading them apart just enough to observe how she glistened in the sunset light. A little revenge rattling in his head. “Soaking wet already? Did the raid get you pumped? And you called me kinky.”

With both forearms on either side of her face, one knee crept between her legs to make room for himself, now bent to graze his pelvis, he towered over her in all his majesty.  “You keep getting more and more beautiful,” he declared before moistening a finger and bringing it past the edge of her intimacy. His mouth stifled a sigh that faded into his oral cavity as tapering fingers flew over her inner thigh, caressing the soft skin and slowly growing a pleasant warmth. Attentive to her every slightest change of expression. A soft moan fell from her lips as he rubbed her clit, tracing tight circles, eager to make her tremble under his touch. Her hips moved unwittingly against his.  She sensed him sneering when his finger probed the dewy soil of her womanhood, the ring of muscle already yearning to capture him inside. “I barely touched you.” Provocation to which Yana couldn’t hold back and, embarrassed, she intimated him to shut up. His phalanges slowly slipped between her folds and plunged inside her, caressing the soft walls. She felt him melt into her passion, wet noises filling their ears with each languid lunge of his digits. Sarentu moved in his grip, stammering his name, her heart bursting in her chest as she closed her eyelids. 

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He cuddled her, and she moved closer to his caress, crossing her shins behind his back, her heels wedged into Venus’ dimples, inviting him deeper, harder. “Please don’t stop,” she purred in a moan. The walls sucked him in so deliciously, begging for more, and Neteyam was hardly the type to deprive a woman of her desires. His fingers curled, teasing her most sensitive spot, while his palm rubbed against her agonizing clit, causing an uncontrolled stream of meows. Each more desperate than the last, as they turned into acute wails as she neared orgasm. She gazed at him, her eyes filled with longing, “More,” but his hand retracted, slowing the pace almost to quell the spiral in her stomach, ready to snap. A whimper hovered in the air as he stopped, just a breath away from that wonderful spot that made her toes curl. He stared at her in amusement at the frustration that crippled her delicate facial features, her mouth open at the revelation.

Neteyam was making her pay for it. Whether it was for teasing him just before or for the headshot at the Alpha platform, she couldn’t tell. 

“Neteyam,” she admonished him afflictedly. “Beg.” “Wha—” “Apologize for scaring the hell outta me out there.” “Oh, come on!” she begged him, rolling her hips against his fingers, trying to chase the sublime sensation that was slowly withdrawing from her. “Apologize.” “Sorry, okay? Sorry, sorry, I won’t put myself in danger like that ever again,” she said all in one breath, reduced to a mess of sobs and soft grumbles similar to a cat’s purr. “I need you” The man shook his head, still in her hands, and a shadow fell over his eyes. “Promise me.” Yana snorted in disbelief. But if Neteyam needed to hear her say it, to be reassured, she would.  “I promise,” she sighed, drawing his face to hers and placing light kisses over his eyes, shining with desire but veiled with anguish. He slid to his side, his forehead juxtaposed against the girl’s. Yana drew the contours of his face. The arch of the nonexistent eyebrows, the feline nose, the line of the lips, the cheekbones so sharp they could slice glass. She rubbed the tip of her nose against his, at the affectionate gesture the warrior massaged her shoulders. 

“Roll over your side,” he whispered, and she complied. Once her back matched his torso, his strong arms encircled her, gluing her to him.  “I love you,” he claimed, kissing her shoulder blade. His palm traveled all the way down her body to her shanks, his digits again infiltrating her thighs, still finding traces of arousal. His fingertips collected the liquid and moved on to the stimulating lubrication of her intimacy. She trembled under his skilled hand, babbling his name as his fingers crept further, dancing in rhythm with her thrusting hips. She gasped when she felt a bulge rub against her butt. Then, without warning, his searing erection pushed its way inside her. Her mouth opened wide in a silent cry of pleasure, and her eyes rolled back as she bucked against his firm frame. Her mind clouded with the pulsing need to let the lust wash over her like boiling lava, as her vision turned white and her head grew light. 

She no longer sensed anything around her. Only Neteyam’s thrusts grew deeper and deeper, kissing her cervix at an ever-increasing pace. This would not last much longer. The man behind her knew well. In fact, his tapering fingers took to torturing her clit in concentric motions, as precise and relentless as his cock paced her back and forth, threatening to come out, but never quite.

“T-teyam,” she uttered, earning a quick bite at the base of her neck.“Let go. Almost there” It was like being bewitched by a spell. The knot that plagued her belly melted away, releasing waves of pleasure so intense they blinded her and pinned her to the bed of moss. There, impaled on her one true love dick.  It didn’t take long before the charge with which he poured into her lost its force. Neteyam was close, very close. So close that she didn’t even have time to prepare herself when, with one last, vigorous thrust, he burst free. A grunt rose in the air and an immense heat filled her.

He rested his forehead against her nape as, breathless and with a hint of malice littering his voice, he said, “I got so far down that if we were already mated, I definitely would’ve gotten you pregnant by now.” Yana started laughing in his arms. “You’re obsessed with this stuff, you know that!”He squeezed her tighter, sliding out of her. “How can I not be with a hottie like you?” She turned as far as she could to search into his eyes. Into his beautiful eyes, yellow as the winter sun, soft from exertion and surrounded by the redness of the moment. And he smiled, a full and genuine smile. A smile in love.

They remained hugged under the darkening sky, saying nothing. There was no need. Their hearts spoke more clearly than any words. Neteyam brushed her hair, studying her with a gentleness that contrasted with his usual resolve. “If this is all we have,” he whispered, ”that’s enough for me.” She closed her eyes, a smile that talked of peace and gratitude painted on her lips. “For me, too.” They remained like that, two souls entwined in a world that tried to separate them, but that night failed to do so.

“If this leads to awesome sex, I’m totally down for more trouble!” “Yana!” The sound of their laughter, carefree and light, mingled with the rustling leaves and the gentle breeze, dancing on the wind like a playful melody.

[mydearneteyam]

WORTHY OF YOU ;; SO'LEK

summary ;; after a long time, it seems that eywa has allowed the same children who chased away your suitors to give the warrior you once knew a chance.

pairing ;; so'lek x healer!gn!na'vi!reader

warnings ;; mentions of war (briefly)

word count ;; 2.3k (with bonus)

word of the day ;; txasunu [t’a.ˈs·u.n·u] vin. love greatly, enjoy tremendously

You had never been easy to court. That was a fact. Perhaps many believed that simply because you cared for orphaned children after the war, you were easy prey for being kind and sweet, but it was far from a reality.

You had constantly heard sugar-coated words or modern compliments just by being a healer. You would even sometimes come across some who would get hurt to be treated by you, but your authoritative voice and piercing gaze were enough to make them give up easily. Although that was only part of it.

Yes, it was true that after the Battle of the Hallelujah Mountains you had adopted a few children. Each one had a different personality, a different view, none was the same as the other, except for one thing: the affection and concern they had for you.

"Sa'sem, I made you a necklace!"

"I brought a pair of feathers, Sa'sem. For your hair."

"I made you a basket, Sa'sem!"

You were their parent. And of course to you, these child hunters, artisans and future healers were like your children. Therefore, every na'vi from your clan knew that to win you over, they had to first earn each child's respect. But even you knew that was impossible.

The little hunters ruined hunting parties, causing prey to flee and your admirers to apologize for returning empty-handed, those craftsmen offered easily torn garments or clumsily knotted blades, and healers always ruined their presentations after perfuming them with stink bombs.

At this point, you had an army of young kids who loved you, cared, and hid you from others to death.

"They're not good choices! They give up right away!" they would plead from time to time. And while, you were grateful to be taken care of, sometimes you also wanted to meet someone, although for your age, the opportunity was becoming more and more distant every day.

At least that was until you met the Resistance.

"The Sarentu clan has returned" the Olo'eykte of your clan, a friend you had since you were young, came with that information to your home. That news surprised you, almost as if your own fellow banshee had taken a bite out of you.

"Are you sure?" and she smiled.

"I'd like to know firsthand. I want you to come with me."

You were not very familiar with the idea of humans, but you trusted blindly in the one who led your people, besides, it was an extinct clan! As a healer, you had a thousand doubts, especially because of the, according to you, reason for their death.

Arriving at the place, you were surprised by four Sarentu, whom you greeted with cordiality and an enthusiasm uncommon in you, in turn, you spoke as best you could with one of them in particular.

"Dr. Alma left us resting in capsules, for sixteen years now, at least" they said. You had to pull out a couple of numbers, for their story- the story itself of all of them told you, didn't match what you had been told as a young na'vi, but you didn't want to say anything yet. "...and then So'lek along with others from the Resistance led us out of that place to here."

Hearing that name, your ears flared a little and you were a little startled.

"So'lek?" you questioned. Behind you, a throat clearing made you turn around. With one of his arms dangling and a scowling face of pain, you were greeted by that boy, whom, with a smile, you recognized from both of your youth.

"I see you, Healer."

...

As a younger, you always had a strong temperament, taking the opposite to many authority figures that nowadays and with time, you had learned to respect. But in particular, as a young na'vi you were part of the warriors of your clan where you met So'lek a hunter, or well, a warrior at that time who was injured.

You would never admit out loud that during the weeks you were taking care of his wounds, you developed romantic feelings for him. But for you, it was just an awkward teenage romance. He was from another clan -literally massacred-, he had sworn to learn a little bit of everything in order to get revenge on the humans. For you, it was impossible. So you moved on.

Though now that you were giving his wounds a quick checkup, you wondered if the reason for allowing your children's shenanigans was because you wished - or rather prayed - to meet that warrior again.

"Brings back memories" you sighed as you put an ointment on his left shoulder. He made a grimace that you could almost consider a smile and nodded. "...from when you were impulsive" And of course, your words could never end without a certain comment.

"How could I forget? You knocked me out for a day to get my wounds to close" he released the air from his lungs, looking at you. "I'm glad to hear you've been good".

"I can say the same, have you find someone?" by the silence that came, you could assume it didn't go well.

"I thought I did, but instead I was reckless."

"Why am I not surprised?" you questioned quietly. Perhaps he didn't hear you or preferred to avoid answering, but he asked you the same question.

"How about you, has anyone managed to tame Pandora's beast?" his attempt at a joke only made you snort, rolling your eyes.

"Not yet."

As you continued conversing with him, you couldn't help but notice that from a safe distance, the Sarentu were watching you attentively.

"Have you been taking care of them?" you questioned, bandaging his shoulder after checking that the pomade you had put on had adhered to his skin. He denied, letting out a low laugh.

"I thought my appearance was the opposite of what a babysitter would look like."

"Well, I babysit several and look at me, I look the same or worse than you" you pointed to yourself. He looked at you with surprise and you noticed his tail wagging under the bed.

"Have you had children?"

"Not of my own" you clarified. "After the war, many of their parents… passed away, so I took care of some of them. They've grown up under my wing, so I try to give the best I can." you spoke, smiling as you described them.

You didn't notice So'lek looking at you intently.

"Though sometimes they are too unruly" you gave a chuckle. "Okay, stand up, let's see if you have anything else" you changed the subject.

When he stood up, the two of you stood with a closeness that you didn't feel forced, as with the suitors you had, but you ignored that thought quickly, examining him completely. Stepping around him, you nodded.

"I don't see anything else and I don't sniff for open wounds. If you have any problems, let me know, okay? I'll be staying for a while here" you reported. You looked up only to notice that he was already watching you and although you thought he would avert his gaze out of nervousness, he didn't.

"I understand, thank you. I... I must go" but his body ignored the words and you both remained just a few centimeters away. Maybe something would have happened or maybe not, but a voice interrupted both of you.

"Sa'sem?" it was At'ari, one of the older boys you had taken care of. Beside him stood Rina and Äska, the huntress and the craftsman, watching you intently. You turned away from So'lek as if you might have gotten the flu next to him and approached them.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned, somewhere between concern and annoyance. There was no way anything could have happened in the clan, you just arrive yesterday.

"You forgot some baskets" indicated the boy who had white dyed hair, but he wasn't looking at you, he was looking at the man behind you. "Who is he?"

"At'ari. Show respect" you commanded, to which he reluctantly waved. So'lek reciprocated the gesture with respect, saluting all three.

"I must get going." he placed a hand on your shoulder to which you gave a smile and nodded.

"Be careful."

As the male walked away, the trio looked at each other. You'd never be so nice to someone…. you didn't want to know better.

"Don't even think about it!" you threatened.

...

They did, in fact, think about it.

They had decided not to leave until they had completed what was their goal. But this time, not everything went the way they expected.

"So'lek, can you teach me how to use a human weapon?" smiled Rina, remembering how the few warriors in the clan would get paranoid at the mere thought of her touching one, imagining your furious face.

"As long as you don't use them as a toy" he indicated, allowing her to sit closer. "You see, this is a fusil, it's the most common thing humans use…" he began to explain and the girl's eyes lit up, listening intently.

From afar, At'ari had a frown on his face and Äska looked at him.

"He's a warrior, 'Ari, far better than anyone we know" he admitted, but the elder only gave a grunt.

In the second week, Äska was the one who had run into So'lek, albeit accidentally. While the younger had started making a feather necklace, something didn't seem to be right. Something was still missing.

"I see you, Äska" the boy was a bit surprised, but waved back. "Something wrong?"

"I can't see what's wrong with this. Can you take a look at it?" he muttered, a little embarrassed. Noticing the attitude, the man looked it over quickly.

"I won't lie to you. I'm not an expert in the crafts and I'm not looking to spoil your progress. Wouldn't you prefer that I accompany you with someone who does know about it?" unwittingly, So'lek had already climbed from a mere stranger to an acquaintance and from acquaintance to someone respected, but there was still a young na'vi who disliked his person.

"Give it up At'ari, So'lek is a great guy. Besides, Sa'sem is not here to hear you complaining" and it was true, you had been tasked with a job with a clan a little further away for a few days, so you could only communicate with them by radio - which, ironically, So'lek had taught them to use.

"I don't trust him yet. You guys are such an easy sell, what's this about him taking you to meet the Aranahe Clan?" he frowned at Äska. Rina laughed as she cleaned an empty gun.

"That's jealousy, if you want to go, you can just ask him" but the teasing stopped immediately as to the spot the same na'vi they were talking about fell to his knees, wounded in the side.

"Oh, just in time" cursed At'ari, rushing to pick him up and lay him on a stretcher in the company of his two brothers. Only Eywa could think of a time like this for him as a healer to go help him.

"I just need to clean the wound-" So'lek commented trying to get up, but with a familiar attitude, At'ari laid him down again, a bit aggressively.

"Hush." was all he said, starting to clean the wound, then reaching for one of your bowls to start spreading one of the creams he had, positioning a leaf from one of the healing plants and applying pressure. A few minutes passed where everyone in HQ was attentive to what would happen next.

"Don't sit or move. You'll open up the wound" he reported, grimacing. "Everything is fine, so stop looking at us like So'lek has given birth" he spoke for everyone.

As he went back to tidying things up, So'lek spoke to him.

"You're just like them."

"Of course, I am a healer after all" he said as he rolled his eyes.

"That's not what I'm talking about, At'ari" the named turned towards him and after a few seconds, he turned again, hoping So'lek hadn't seen the small smile that peeked across his face.

"That… means a lot to me. Thank you."

...

When you came back, of course you congratulated At'ari for doing a great job.

"There will be no mark left. Well done" you nodded inspecting So'lek's wound, showing pride and At'ari puffed out his chest, happy to know he had done just as your words had said.

Before leaving the scene, the boy turned.

"Perhaps he is worthy of you, Sa'sem. We approve of him courting you" and with that said, he took off.

A silence flooded the place and both you and So'lek tried to brush the comment aside. You gave an embarrassed cough.

"I'm s-" but the opposite denied.

"Don't be sorry. I hope…" you could tell by his look that he wanted to say something and was about to regret it, but you took his hand gently. "… I hope that when the time is right, you will allow me to court you."

"Eywa will give us a third chance?"

A minuscule smile appeared on the opponent's face accompanied by a sigh.

"Then I would like to court Pandora's beast, if you allow me."

"I've wanted to hear that for a while now. You can."

BONUS ;;

"They smiles too much with him. The others were so nasty that Sa'sem ask me to shoo them away" Priya gasped at the words of the trio, putting a hand to her chest.

"Really? I've seen So'lek try to nurse his wounds outside before going in…" she moved a little closer to the three siblings and whispered to them. "Ri'nela said it was so as not to worry the healer too much."

"I saw both of them laughing the other day!" exclaimed Teylan, joining the conversation.

"That's impossible, So'lek never laughs" argued Nor.

"With the healer he does" Teylan stuck his tongue out at him.

a/n ;; my tummy hurts 😔😔anYWAYS its been a long time since i kinda write this much?? (like 2k words....) so if you like it, please tell me !! i kinda didn't proofread this so if there's a mistake correct me, xoxo <3

[nyrtopia]

Because there's SO LITTLE of my bf Teylan,

Could we pretty please have some dating headcanons with Teylan 💜🫶

Of course I can, Teylan is so underrated and one of my favorites. :]

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ﾟ。 Dating Teylan ✉

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Teylan x Gender Neutral Reader | Avatar Frontiers of Pandora | Fluff

➛ His favorite place to kiss of yours, is your wrists. Not sure why, he enjoys paying attention to the weakest parts of your body.

➛ When you go on missions, Priya literally has to PULL him away from the communication device. Or else he'd be buzzing in every 5 seconds making sure you're okay.

➛ He is really self conscious, after everything with Mercer he has issues trusting that you truly love him.

➛ Thus coming to his love languages: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch. If he could hold you forever, he would.

➛ Since he doesn't have an Ikran (yet) he often goes out looking for Berries to bring you. Or he'll trade something with one of the cooks so that when you come back you'll have something delicious to eat!

➛ He absolutely worships the ground you walk on, he truly feels like you're his saving grace. He always felt out of place with the Sarentu, but you made him feel as if he was the only Na'vi on Pandora.

➛ You two have matching warpaint, it's a mix of Sarentu & Your Clans colors!

➛ He is always talking about you around the resistance camp, whether it be to Ri'nela when she's teaching him how to craft arrows. Or Raj when he's looking at new gear.

➛ He is respectful of all your boundaries, he himself has some so he is easy to understand how you feel. All he wants is that you're comfortable within the relationship.

➛ Hand kisses!!!

➛ You taking him for rides on your Ikran, he's never flown before so he's nervous. But he's thankful that his first experience on an Ikran was with you.

➛ Always calling you “tanhì” or “ma’tanhì” which means star / my star. Because no matter what he will always follow you home.

➛ You always tease him by stealing his hat, although he thinks it looks way better on you than it does on him.

➛ You help him understand the Na'vi traditions by telling him stories, taking him to new places, introducing him to your clan (if you're not Sarentu.)

➛ If you're Sarentu you'll sing your people's songs to him when the two of you are alone. Before, he was scared he'd lose that part of him. But you're always there to remind him it's not going anywhere.

➛ When he goes for walks around Pandora, he always picks the most beautiful assortment of flowers for you. Your favorite too, he remembered after hearing you talk about it during dinner.

➛ You're his protector, mostly in the beginning when he's new to Pandora. But as he becomes more comfortable you two protect one another and things become balanced.

➛ He's less afraid when he's with you, he doesn't feel the need to be someone he isn't or to succumb to what others want him to be. He's just himself with you.

➛ The courting process was so sweet, he was very intentional when it came to his tactics. If you needed something but wasn't sure how to acquire it, he'd search high and low to be able to gift you what you needed. His favorite gifts to you were handmade bracelets, he learned to weave from one of the Aranahe weavers. They taught him when he went to visit their hometree.

➛ Ri'nela is so supportive of your relationship, she saw how Teylan was alienated from her and the other Sarentu. She's glad he finally has someone who truly cares about him, and isn't just manipulating him like Mercer.

[ban-nix]

🤭🤭🤭

Who else are So'lek fan?

[dilfsyndrome]

Sky Breaker

Avatar Frontiers Of Pandora

[mythoughtsaregoingtooffendyou]

Chapter 3: Aim Training

Description: So'lek showing you how to use a bow. Na'vi: skxawng -> idiot Uniltìrantokx -> Dreamwalker Mì Syeha si -> Breathe in nì’eveng -> like a child tawtute -> human Translations are provided inside the chapter, so you do not need to scroll up. Appearances: So'lek Word Count: 1 852 Authors Note: This chapter is free of spoilers, just you and So'lek. Enjoy ❤ The other Chapters are HERE

That you were excited was an understatement. You were ecstatic to say the least. The entire night was spent tossing and turning, while thinking about how close So’lek, and you had been in your first bow lesson, and you were wondering if it would be the same today. After a night with practically no sleep you got up before sunrise and decided to head out. Maybe you would start practicing, as to not embarrass yourself so much again, you thought while slipping into the pod.

To your surprise So’lek was already waiting for you, in front of the HQ doors. A light smile formed on your lips, as you watched his back, while waiting for the doors to slip open. His statue was admirable. One could tell that he was an excellent warrior just by looking at him. Hearing the doors open, he turned to face you. “Good morning” you said to him. Skipping the formalities he sighed and gestured to your equipment. Understanding, you went and picked up the bow and arrows. “Have you practiced some more since our last training session?” He questioned you with a firm look. Embarrassed you shook your head. You knew damn well that you should have done that. However, after the Sarentu had arrived and you were sent out alongside Ateyra, you simply had pushed the thought of learning how to fight away.

It was stupid, you knew that. Afterall you were from the Resistance, and you were travelling around a lot. And considering Pandoras dangers you knew that you needed to learn some kind of skill with a weapon. Yet you had always managed to slip away from danger in just the right time. “Skxawng [idiot]” You could hear So’lek mumble under his breath. “So how do you expect yourself to perform any better than the last time, when you haven’t even practiced, Uniltìrantokx [Dreamwalker]?” You remembered briefly, how you had promised him not to miss your arrows again yesterday. Apologetic you looked at him and said “Well I half expected you to show me the proper posture again and that I then would just hit. I know this is stupid, but please give me this one chance.” There was no doubt that he was annoyed by this, yet he turned and headed towards the practice posts.

You knew that you had to perform now. With an anxious breath you followed him. “Show me” he said. Positioning yourself as good as you remembered, although you really didn’t remember much, considering that the closeness to So’lek had taken all your attention away from the lesson he had given you. He shook his head disapprovingly “Did you even pay attention the last time?”. He moved in closer to you, circling around you, taking in your stance and correcting where correction was needed. You felt his firm hands changing the position that your arm, that was holding the bow to the side of your body, was in. You had to give it your all to not loose yourself in his touch. How could you have fallen for him so easily? You did not even know him properly. A frown appeared on your mouth as you thought of your mother on earth. She probably would have scolded you for being smitten by someone that you didn’t know much of.

So’lek had come to the front of you, noticing your scoff he asked, “Is something the matter?” stumbling over your own words you said “I... ah no, I was just thinking about something.” A disapproving huff escaped him as he answered, “How do you expect to learn, when you can’t even concentrate, Uniltìrantokx [Dreamwalker]?” with an apologetic smile you said, “I will concentrate now, I promise.” As to prove your words you adjusted your arm again, to the form that you had felt him moving it in. “And now I need to breathe in while pulling the arrow back, right?” you questioned. Nodding So’lek moved around you, coming close to your back and placing his hand on your stomach, “Mì Syeha si [Breathe in]”. You did as he said, taking a shaky breath and pulling back the string with your arrow. You deeply prayed to Eywa that he could not feel your heart racing. Taking a step back, circling you one more time So’lek nodded and said, “Go ahead”.

Concentrating on everything that he had just shown you, as to not disappoint him again, you breathe in, focusing on the target ahead and release. The arrow lands a few meters in front of the target post, frustrated you looked at So’lek. “What exactly did I do wrong this time? I did as you said, I think my posture wasn’t even bad, I mean you had adjusted it, and I really don’t know why I missed that!” So’lek scuffs “Uniltìrantokx [Dreamwalker], you change the position of your arm when releasing. It is not enough to aim with your eyes, aim with your body.” You thought you had done so, you thought you had given it your all. “Do it again” So’lek said. You went and picked up the arrow, moving back, positioning your feet and arms, breathing in and releasing. A miss. Again.

You were hopeless. How were you supposed to ever hit this target? Your last few attempts all ended with the arrow landing mere centimeters in front of the target. So’lek sighed next to you “You act nì’eveng [like a child], how do you expect to hit the target if you let your frustration take over you?” You were not just frustrated, you were angry. Yes, you never had any talent in this type of matter, that was why you had become a scientist. Snapping back at him you say, “Well maybe I act like a child, but you know as well as I do, that this is not my expertise. So how about you help me out a bit more, instead of criticizing?” So’lek was a bit taken aback by that. He had seen you snap at Alma and one or two times at Priya as well, but he had never expected you to snap at him. Honestly, he didn’t remember when the last time was, that someone snapped at him. The tawtute [humans] inside HQ were all too scared of him to do so. He already knew that you were different, still he never would have expected this.

“Alright” he said, moving in close to you. “Let’s do one shot together then.” So’leks body pressed in close to your back. He moved his hand to yours, moving your and his body into the proper stance. Your cheeks flushed red, as you again had to prey to Eywa that he would not notice. Concentrate you told yourself, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate. You repeated this in your head, as to not lose focus now, that he wanted to show you again. “Mì Syeha si [Breathe in]” he repeated. The both of you breathed in, in unison, as he moved both your arms back, “Now release” He was too close. You could feel his breath on your ear. You needed to concentrate. But he made it so hard for you. Letting go of the arrow in your hand, praying that So’lek would not notice your increasingly unsteady breathing and racing heart, you heard the arrow land properly, opening your eyes you saw it sticking in the middle of the target post.

Spinning around to So’lek you beamed with excitement, “It hit!”. Shaking his head, So’lek took a step back from you. The smell of you filled his nose and only Eywa knew why this made him feel dizzy. “Obviously it hit, I helped you after all.” He didn’t really mean to weaken your excitement, however you had to yet land one arrow without his assistance. Pouting you said, “Yeah I know, but now that I hit once, I will hit it on my own, watch me.”. You picked up the arrow again, moving back into position, remembering how close he just was, a shiver ran down your spine. Concentrate, you repeated in your mind. With a deep breath you fired the arrow and… it had hit. Not the middle of the post, not like when you had shot it with So’lek. But at least it had hit the outer rounds. With a big grin you turned to him “See, I told you!”.

So’lek had no idea why he felt proud seeing you hit the target on your own for the first time. But he nodded with a small smile forming on his lips “Good job, Uniltìrantokx [Dreamwalker]. Now practice hitting the middle. When hunting an animal, you want to take it out as merciful as possible. And when being hunted you want to end your enemy as quickly as possible.” You nodded, taking the arrow out of the target. “Thank you So’lek, for showing me.” You were proud, that you had proven yourself to him. That you had shown him that you were paying attention as good as you could. “I will keep practicing, as much as it takes until I hit the middle.” So’lek nodded in agreement “Do that, I will go and prepare something to eat.” With that he left the practice ground.

Now that you thought about it, you could have sworn that you saw a small smile on his lips. But than again maybe your mind had played tricks on you, So’lek and smiling were nothing that you could really add into one sentence. Your ears where still tickling from where you had felt his breath reaching them and your body was still heated from his touch. Eywa, you had really fallen hard for this man. Maybe you could spark a conversation when he came back? Finding out more about him could be your knew goal, now that you had managed to avoid disappointing him again. Or maybe making him stop calling you Dreamwalker would be the next step. After all it felt as if he tried to keep you away trough this word. Distancing himself from getting any closer to you. Yes, that would be your goal, asking him to call you by your proper name. Nodding to yourself you started practicing.

So’lek needed to take a moment for himself. He had watched you practice throughout the entire morning, watching your every move, taking in how you grew more and more agitated with how little progress you had made. And when he made the decision to help you out more, he could have sworn that he had heard your heart beating faster than usual. Your smell was still lingering in his nose when he moved around in search of some fruits to bring back. Why was it that he even moved in close to help you out? He still hadn’t found the answer as to why you fascinated him. After all you really acted like a child when you couldn’t figure something out. He decided that he would need to question you about your interest in Pandora when he came back. Maybe that would bring him the answers that he needed.

[fruitmilkshake]

"Learning to 'See'"

Avatar x COD MWII headcanons

Request by; @defodisturbed

Pairing; just random headcanons of how the Task Force 141 f.t Laswell, Rudy, Ale, Val and Graves would act in pandora (with a na'vi! Reader to orient them 😌👍)

Characters; Task force 141 f.t Rudy, Ale, Val, Graves (I feel weird if i don't add him to the equation), A Mention of Farah visiting HQ.

Warnings: swearing (a lot of it, actually), the reader being called "blue" as a nickname and them acting like a quiet emo sometimes, Price being the father of the group, Ghost being a bitter mf, a small headcanon of Valeria being the reader's crush (platonic wuh luh wuh since Y/N is 19 and Val is like 40 🛐🏳️‍🌈), some Mentions of the reader's past and traumas, Ale and Rudy speaking in spanish, Soap swearing in scottish, Gaz being too curious sometimes, Graves jut being texan and egocentric, Farah becoming friends with Y/N, Mentions of dangerous situations Incluring pandoran predators, slighty injures and new flavors of food ^ ^ (I'm saying this because they're probably going to have stomach ache after tasting Pandora's fruits and food).

Inspired in; this thought that I had a long time ago.

My native lenguage isn't English, so i'm sorry if i make a mistake at writing this, and i'm sorry if this has Spelling mistakes or if the pronunciation is wrong

Note;

The Task Force and the other characters are Part of the resistance (HQ), and the whole situation happends in frontiers of pandora (AFOP)

Also, this is how the reader looks like;

The reader is called; Y/n in this fic and it's referred to them as "She/her".

Origins;

(How everything started and Y/N's backstory)

ꕤ So... Pandora... A beautiful but also dangerous place... You know what they say; "The worst dangerous thing about pandora, is that you may grow to love her too much"..... Well, that's kinda of true, but to before loving you need to get used to its dangerousness... And that's what these "sky people" need after spending too much time with the enemy...

ꕤ After betreying and Getting away from the RDA facility They used to work on, a small team of four soldiers called "The Task Force 141", a female CEO, A soldier from a team called "The shadows" and two soldiers, one of them being an ex colonel that came from an Elite Unit called "Los vaqueros", found comfort on helping the na'vis and saving the environment of this beautiful planet with the rebel resistance of HQ.

ꕤ even if they barely knew the language (exept for the CEO female, better known as "Laswell") and the uncomfortable feeling of the exopack everytime they had to go outside, the feeling of doing something right after all those years of causing suffering was everything they were willing to fight for..

ꕤ And then... There was this native... A "Child from two world", Kidnapped at the age of 9 with some other na'vi children by the RDA (she was the oldest of the children) and trained to be the a good soldier, never stopped protecting and teaching their old traditions (or at least the ones she remembered) to the youngest children in the facility trapped with her, never following orders from the TAP teachers and getting in trouble all the time...

ꕤ After a few years of trying to protect the children who she called her "tsmukan and tsmuke" (Brothers and sisters"), the worst and unstoppable end waited for them...

ꕤ After finding out of Jake Sully's betreyal against the humanity race, the RDA decided that best they could do was to get rid of the na'vi students on their territory. Of course, if that avatar driver was now with the na'vis, then would the RDA would trust these "creatures" now?...

ꕤ After the massacre who only ended with the oldest being the only survivor, the RDA decided to take her hostage, they didn't knew if They could trust her, better to keep an eye on her, specially if she was the most rebel one, who knows what she could too them...

How everything started;

(How Y/N meeted the "trusting humans")

ꕤ two soldiers of the before mentioned team "Task force 141", a tall, pale and blonde soldier who wore a skull mask under a balaclava, better known as Simon "Ghost" Riley, and a slightly tan and more short soldier with Dark brown mohawk, better known as John "Soap" Mactavish, were sended to explore an old and abandoned RDA facility on a quiet and foggy place in the plains of the "Clouded forest".

ꕤ After exploring the base for a few hours and thinking there not much left to use in this facility, they heard a noise coming from one of the hostage room inside, that's where they found the native (She was taken hostage when she was 19 and she was thrown into a crió capsule, remaining the same age until now), who tried to attack them and kill them with everything she got on hand, after both soldiers calming her down, they explained that they didn't wanted to hurt her, they wanted to help her and her kind, that they were there to look for supplies to help some clans in need of them, she didn't trusted them, not at all actually, but she didn't had another option, she didn't wanted to encounter any other humans from the RDA and this people seemed to be speaking the truth.... Maybe she can try to trust them, worst they could do is be lying, and even then, she would probably kill them there....

ꕤ After thinking and realizing there wasn't really many much other options left, she was finally taken to the HQ base, where she was received warmly for the other members, not really knowing her deeply but guessing that she has been through a lot for her to think of humans like that, which; was true.

(yey, new character added to the team :D)

Coexistence;

(How Y/N gets to know human things and she teachs the humans what she knows)

ꕤ Getting used to a new ambience and wearing something that wasn't the TAP uniform after all those years wearing it was difficult for now known as "Y/N" (who has now gotten the courage to tell the humans her name), but that's why she had "The Task Force 141", the ex soldier of "The shadows", the female ex RDA CEO and the two "Los vaqueros" soldiers to help her adapt to her new form of life in the HQ resistance, and maybe she could help these people to adapt to the life in pandora..

(This is now where i can start with the short but kinda interesting headcanons ;))

ꕤ Since Y/N doesn't trust humans very much, Laswell dedided to give her a tablet where she could record Audio log of what she's feeling in the moment.

ꕤ The Task Force 141 and the others have a crafting time where they make small accessories for their weapons, like trinkets, feathers, small pieces of woods and even they had made a songcord for themselfs (A headcanon from @defodisturbed)

ꕤ Y/N has tried to teach the members of the squad (The Cod characters in one word ;_;) to speak the na'vi lenguage, but their pronunciation is really bad (at least they understand a little bit of the lenguage tho)... Exept for Laswell, since she had to interact with other native, she has learned the lenguage pretty well(am i the only one who wants to see Laswell as an avatar 🛐?).

ꕤ One time, she visited the Zeswa clan and bringed a plate back to the base, since Gaz is so curious, he asked for a bite of the food just to taste it, after a few hours, he got intoxicated (Poor guy, he didn't knew that Pandora's food was toxic for humans), Thankfully, he got cured 👍.

ꕤ The squad has showed Y/N movies, shows, music, books, every human possesion they have traveled with from Earth to pandora and have stolen from the RDA facilities they have shut down (i can't stop imagining Rudy and Ale showing Y/N corridos and she's just sitting there, not knowing what's she listening to ;_;).

ꕤ After Y/N bonded with her ikran, the base always has ikrans growls and squeals on top of the roof, since Y/N always lefts her ikran there.

ꕤ Sometimes; Y/N helps Soap with some face paint everytime they have to fight with the RDA Troops.

ꕤ Graves likes to call Y/N "Blue" as a nickname, since they're 'friends' (no, They're not, actually, Y/N doesn't really like him since he's an egocentric mf.... She doesn't really understand his texan accent 👍)

ꕤ The others think that Y/N, Soap, Ale and Rudy have their own dialect, since they all speak in a total different lenguage.

ꕤ Since Laswell is like the mom of the group, Y/N gets usually comforted by her everytime she has nightmares of her past.

ꕤ The same happens with Price, since he's like the dad of the group, Y/N usually follows his lead and feels safe/protected by him everytime they're in combat (also, Price always tells his dad-jokes to her and she never understand them)

ꕤ everytime they have to go out to explore RDA facilities or just to explore their surroundings, Y/N is the first one on bringing her bow and her poison arrows since she knows that every predator could be waiting for them in the next corner of every place (specially the RDA experimented ones).

ꕤ Both Y/N And Ghost are the cold and quiet ones of the group.

ꕤ Everytime Ale and Rudy speak in spanish or Soap speaks/swears in Scottish, she tries to listen to see if she can understand at least a little bit (she can't XD).

ꕤ Since Soap, Gaz and Price are the only ones who use folded sleeves, they always get bug bites and plants/flowers allergies.

ꕤ Sometimes it's funny to see Y/N towering the rest of the squad, specially since the others are full grown men and Y/N is only a teenage.

ꕤ Y/N likes when Laswell style and brushes her hair with accessories and feathers she has acquired during her visits to the other clans around pandora.

ꕤ Soap, Gaz and Ale likes to make competences with Y/N of who has a better aiming with a shutgun or a knife (she wins, obviously 👍)

ꕤ Y/N carries a lot trinkets in her clothes and weapons that the others have made at crafting time ^^.

ꕤ I think that Farah and Y/N would be good friends :D, like... Imagine them speaking of their cultures and their long lost families, Farah teaching Y/N to have a better aim with the shutgun, Y/N styling Farah's hair with different types of feathers and accesories and-AND ALODOEIRKNDNDMD.

ꕤ After Ale and Rudy ambushed a few RDA soldiers, They captured a female human soldier, called Valeria "El sin nombre" Garza, she was captured by the HQ soldiers and taken to their base to interrogate her about the RDA tracking activities. During her lounge in the HQ base, Y/N couldn't help but be amazed by this human female's beauty, who was this woman? Why was she beautiful?, even if she knew she couldn't be together, specially since this human was older than her, but it was just a small crush after (no, seriously, just a small crush 👍)

ꕤ Valeria teached Y/N a little bit of spanish and teached her to have self confidence, after all, she has lost it all after spending almost all of her life in that RDA base as a hostage..... Eventually; Valeria joined the resistance, ready to fight for pandora after seeing what the RDA has done to this planet.

Extra;

A moodboard for @defodisturbed based on this post ^ ^ I hope you like it!

I'm sorry i couldn't have this ready for yesterday as i promised 😓

Well, that's all! This was so fun to make, but also difficult, my mind has so much ideas that are so difficult to describe them, but whatever!

I hope you guys liked reading this and that this helps you with any story you want! Byee!

[skeletondeerart]

I finally got a PC so I've been able to play Frontiers of Pandora!!! Please give me FOP fic requests for Eetu & So'lek!

[sutxdreamwalker]

A Flickered Flame of Sarentu

Summary: Ah’so was captured by the TAP along with a few other children of her clan. They were raised like humans, at the process forgetting their na’vi heritage. Tho the na’vi children may have forgotten a lot about there clan hey still hold the few things they have dear to them, like the sounds of there clans songs, little things that belonged to another family member or to them. Aha’ri and her younger sibling had there mothers songcord, Ah’so had a tiny carved 'angtsìk made by her mother. Over the years Ah’so dreads and fears the place they live in and nightmares of the day they got taken and about her mother.

But she and the other children have each other to look out for. Ah’so had a strong bond with Nor, he would comfort her and she would comfort him, the two wouldn’t dare to let anything happens to the other. Eight years went by now and TAP still trains them.

Until one day the na’vi clans come together after an avatar named Jake Sully turns on the RDA. During the chaos John Mercer orders the na’vi children to be killed but their teacher, Alma Cortez, saves them and puts them in sleeping pods where they stay for nearly 16 years. Until they wake up, and the humans have returned to Pandora, now they must fight.

Ah’so and her friends must fight for the safety of there home they hardly know but will reconnect. While her friendship with Nor develops into something new and takes a very big turn. Will it be for better or for worse?

A/n: Images not not mine, the images for Ah’so are to give you ideas on what she looks like, cause that’s what a face claim does, this is Oc x canon, I just thought this can be good, chapters will be late when publishing, there will be spoilers, only a few chapters will come out until I play the game

Include: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of death, Comfort, Some chapters will not be pretty

Chapters:

Chapter 1-Something Dear

Chapter 2-Someone loss

Chapter 3-Awakening Freedom

[kiwiokok]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍

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Pairing: Ao’nung x omaticayan!fem!reader

Summary: Quaritch

Warnings: mentions death, blood, fire, cursing, crying

Author’s note: This is so long omg.

Credits: For the whole plot idea I have for this fanfic I have to credit and thank @lorre-verie <3

- Lorre, will you go with me today? I want to feed the Ilus! Tuk’s voice rang through the Sully Marui, The room’s energy shifted as everyone turned to watch, them.

Lorre loved spending time with Tuk, and feeding the Ilus was always something she enjoyed. They were gentle creatures, responding so sweetly to Tuk’s energy, and it always warmed her heart.

But today, Lorre had already made plans with Ro’uk, his mate Ka’ali, and their child. They were heading to Ta’unui village, and as much as she hated to disappoint Tuk, she couldn’t back out now.

A wave of uncertainty washed over her as she realized she’d have to ask Neytiri and Jake for permission first. It was still a strange feeling, having to check in with someone before going anywhere.

Back when it was just her, she did what she wanted, and made her own decisions. But now, part of this family, there were expectations, rules—something she wasn’t quite used to.

She swallowed, gathering herself as Tuk stared at her, expectant and hopeful. Lorre wanted to say yes, to see that big smile light up Tuk’s face, but she knew she couldn’t.

- I wish I could, Tuk. Lorre said softly, crouching down to meet Tuk’s level. - But I made plans today. Ro’uk invited me to the Ta’unui village with his mate and their child.

Tuk’s nose scrunched in confusion. - Ro’uk? Who’s that?

Before Lorre could explain, she felt Neytiri and Jake’s eyes on her. Their silence was heavy, waiting for her to fill in the gaps. She stood up, her fingers fidgeting as she faced them. She wasn’t used to asking for approval, but this was her life now.

- Ro’uk is from the Metkayina village.. she began, her voice more hesitant than she wanted it to be. - He and his family invited me to visit Ta’unui today. I... wanted to ask if it’s all right.

Jake’s eyes narrowed just slightly, protective as always. - Ro’uk? We haven’t heard about him.

Neytiri remained quiet but her gaze was intense, studying Lorre as she spoke. Lorre cleared her throat, trying to explain.

- He’s... a friend. she said, hoping that would ease some of the tension. - He and his mate Ka’ali—uh, they have a child, and we’re just visiting the village. He thought it would be good for me to go with them.

Jake folded his arms, still weighing the situation. - And why Ta’unui? What’s this trip for?

Lorre shifted on her feet, feeling the pressure of their concern. She had faced worse situations, but this was different—more personal. - I’m not sure exactly. Ro’uk mentioned having something to take care of there, and he invited me along.

Neteyam, who had been listening quietly, stepped closer, concern softening his voice. - Are you feeling okay, Lorre? After that headache you had a few days ago, you still seem a little off.

Lorre blinked, surprised he remembered. She touched her temple absentmindedly, feeling the faint remnants of that nagging pain. - I'm fine now. she reassured him. - It’s gone, really.

He studied her for a moment, then gave a small nod. - Just making sure.

Jake, meanwhile, exchanged a look with Neytiri. Though he trusted Lorre, they hadn’t met Ro’uk or his family, which made him cautious.

After a brief silence, he exhaled deeply. - It’s a long way. You’ll need to be careful, especially since we don’t know them.

- I will. Lorre promised, her voice steadier now. - I’ll stay close to them the entire time.

Neytiri’s gaze softened just slightly, but her maternal instinct was still present. She stepped forward, placing a hand on Lorre’s arm. - Be back before eclipse. she said gently.

Lorre felt warmth flood her chest at the gesture, even if there was still a sense of protective caution behind their approval. - I will. she said, offering a small, grateful smile.

Tuk, still standing there with wide eyes, tugged at Lorre’s arm. - But you’ll come feed the Ilus with me tomorrow, right? she asked. - They love when you come. Especially Nami, she likes swimming together.

Lorre laughed softly, brushing a hand over Tuk’s head. - Of course, tomorrow is all about the Ilus.

Tuk grinned widely, all her previous disappointment gone. - Okay! You better come!

As Lorre walked out of the Marui, the warm sun and gentle breeze hit her face. Neteyam and Lo’ak followed behind her as they prepared for their own plans. Neteyam stopped beside her, his eyes still thoughtful. - Just be careful. he said, giving her a soft smile.

Asking permission was still strange, but there was also something comforting about knowing they cared enough to be protective. It made her feel like she was loved, even if she wasn’t quite used to it yet.

Lorre smirked, bumping his arm lightly. - I’ll be fine, Neteyam.

Lo’ak, trailing behind, chimed in with a teasing grin. - You’re going to have to tell us more about this Ro’uk guy when you get back.

Lorre laughed, shaking her head. - We’ll see.

Lorre approached the water where her Ilu, Nami, waited, its sleek body shimmering in the light. She could feel the familiar bond between them, strong and reassuring. As she mounted with ease, Nami responded instinctively, the connection between them seamless.

The water beneath them shimmered as they began to move, the smooth gliding rhythm of Nami through the sea felt calming

As she swam near the shore, she spotted Ro’uk with Ka’ali and their son. Ro’uk stood tall beside his Tsurak, while Ka’ali balanced their child in her arms. Lorre caught Ro’uk's eye, and he waved before helping Ka’ali settle onto her Tsurak with their child.

- Lorre! Ka’ali greeted, her voice bright but edged with anticipation. - Finally ready to go? Can’t keep us waiting all day. she teased, though her tone was lighthearted.

Lorre smiled, sliding off her Ilu, feeling a gentle warmth from Ka’ali’s words. - I wouldn’t dream of it. she responded, her eyes glancing toward the horizon, then back at them. - How’s he doing? she asked, nodding toward their son, now comfortably seated in Ka’ali’s arms.

- Strong as ever. Ro'uk added with pride, as Ka'ali grinned and kissed the top of their son's head. - He’s going to outgrow us before we know it.

- I bet. You have a beautiful son. Lorre smiled, looking at the small Navi boy holding onto his nother

- Well, what did you expect? Ka’ali said, her tone brimming with confidence. - I only create perfection. She winked before directing her focus back to their son. - Rai’to.

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Once everyone was ready, they mounted their Tsuraks and Ilus, pushing through the waters toward the Ta’unui village. The water beneath them changed in depth, the currents subtly shifting, as the light breeze ruffled the surface.

As they swam, the once-clear sky began to shift. A cool mist rolled in from the horizon, turning the once-bright blue of the sky into muted shades of gray. The water around them mirrored the sky, growing darker, the light refracting through the fog in broken patterns.

The village loomed ahead, half obscured by the mist. It seemed ethereal, as though it had appeared out of nowhere, swallowed by the sea and now emerging from it once more.

The closer they got, the more details of the Ta’unui village emerged through the haze. The huts were raised on sturdy stilts, woven intricately from large fronds, and the large roots of mangrove trees jutted up from beneath the water.

As they arrived, they were greeted by the Ta’unui Tsahik and Olo’eyktan, standing tall at the edge of the village’s main platform.

The Olo’eyktan, a broad and imposing figure, had a quiet intensity about him. His chest was adorned with intricate beadwork and woven garments that framed his strong shoulders.

Beside him, the Tsahik radiated warmth. Her robes were decorated with rich, earthen colors, and her hair, styled in intricate braids, carried a faint sheen, catching the little light that made it through the mist.

They dismounted from their animals, the cool fog brushing against their skin as they walked toward the platform. Lorre’s gaze met the Tsahik’s first, a nod exchanged in mutual respect, malimg her suddenly remember her first time coming to the Metkayina village.

As Lorre looked around the Ta’unui village, a heavy feeling settled in her stomach, making her aware of how out of place she was. She was the only forest Na'vi here, surrounded by water-dwelling Na'vi who eyed her with curiosity.

Their vibrant blue and green skin glimmered in the soft light, adorned with intricate jewelry and colorful beads that danced with every movement. Lorre felt like a shadow against their brightness, an awkward leaf lost in a colorful ocean.

A wave of doubt washed over her, bringing back memories of her first visit to the Metkayina village. She remembered Ronal’s sharp gaze, the way the Tsahik had looked her over with disdain. Lorre felt the sting of shame wash over her again, the feeling of being judged, of being seen as different, as lesser.

Hiding her hands behind her back, she tried to suppress the urge to curl in on herself. She didn’t want to show her five fingers, a reminder of her differences, a mark of her inadequacy.

Around her, villagers moved about, chatting and pointing at her, their voices a blend of melodies and rhythms that felt both welcoming and overwhelming. But every smile felt like scrutiny, every giggle felt like a reminder that she didn’t belong.

The crowd felt too close, their curious gazes like tiny knives poking every side of her. She took a shaky breath, her heart racing, and the urge to slip away into the safety of the water grew stronger.

Then, a small hand slipped into hers, breaking through her spiral of self-doubt. Rai’to stood beside her, looking up with a soft smile on his small face. His hand was warm and small in hers, a stark contrast to the anxious cold creeping into her heart. He squeezed her fingers, grounding her in that moment

Lorre’s heart swelled, a mixture of relief and affection washing over her. She felt a smile break through her earlier tension, as if Rai’to’s confidence was contagious. He was so small yet so brave, standing beside her without a hint of doubt in his eyes. With him there, she felt a flicker of courage. Maybe she wasn’t as alone as she thought.

- We welcome you. the Olo’eyktan spoke, his voice deep but calm. - It is an honor to have you here.

Lorre glanced at Ka’ali, who gave a subtle bow, maintaining a confident smile as she held her child close. Ro’uk stood beside her, his expression calm but vigilant, eyes scanning the village for any sign of unrest.

- Your village is beautiful. Lorre said, her voice soft but carrying a sincerity that was hard to miss. She glanced around, taking in the architecture, more people who had started to emerge from their huts to observe the visitors.

- Thank you. the Tsahik replied, her voice softer but just as strong. - We have much to discuss, but first we must let you rest.

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Lorre sat cross-legged on the colorful mat, taking in the calming surroundings of the Ta’unui village hut. The older Na'vi beside her, an elder named Sa'ketu, shared stories of the old days with a soft, nostalgic tone. The rhythm of her voice was soothing, filling the space with a warm sense of history.

- Ah, Jake Sully. Sa'ketu said, her expression lighting up at the name. - Toruk Makto. You are lucky, forest girl, that he has adopted you. Her eyes were kind but also knowing, and Lorre felt a small weight in her chest. Sa'ketu leaned closer, lowering her voice slightly. - Your parents… they are with Eywa now. I am sorry you did not know them, child.

Lorre swallowed, her throat tightening. She had no words to offer back, only a nod, as the familiar ache of loss stirred inside her. She quickly tucked her hands beneath the folds of her arms, trying to hide the five fingers that marked her out as different.

Sa'ketu’s words stirred memories of when she first arrived at the Metkayina village, how Ronal had scrutinized her, made her feel alien among them.

Just right outside, the sounds of the village buzzed—footsteps, hushed conversations, and children laughing. Yet the subtle glances she caught from the other Na'vi made her feel like she was under a constant gaze of curiosity.

Though the people of Ta’unui were less harsh than her first encounter with the Metkayina, Lorre couldn't leave the feeling of not belonging alone.

But just as the tension began to rise within her, she felt a small hand slip into hers. Rai’to, Ro'uk and Ka’ali’s son, had silently reached out to her.

His innocent and clueless gesture was enough to bring her a sense of calm again. He didn’t say a word, but the warmth of his hand in hers felt like quiet reassurance.

She would never admit the truth about her parents—that they were sky people, invaders to this world. The shame of it kept her silent. It was a secret she carried heavily, the kind that weighed on her more than anything else. Lorre simply nodded again as Sa'ketu continued, her thoughts tangled in the silence she couldn't break.

Sa'ketu, unfazed, carried on with her stories, the conversation flowing gently like a river, bringing Lorre a strange comfort despite the weight of her hidden truths. Even here, surrounded by strangers, she felt the pull of Eywa, a reminder that she still had a place in this world, even if she didn’t fully belong.

Suddenly, a loud, unfamiliar noise echoed through the village, causing everyone in the marui to freeze. Lorre, sitting beside Sa'ketu and young Rai’to, instinctively stood up as she glanced toward the entrance. The sharp hum of something mechanical filled the air, unsettling against the natural sounds of the village.

Lorre moved cautiously, holding Rai’to’s hand to keep him close as she peeked outside the marui. Squinting against the sunlight, she saw it—a massive water ship, unlike anything she had seen before, slowly gliding toward the village.

Its metal body contrasted sharply with the natural beauty of the ocean. Behind it, two smaller flying ships hovered, circling like predators. Though she didn’t fully recognize the technology, the look of the vessels sent a chill down her spine. Sky people.

The Ta’unui villagers began to gather at the shore, murmurs of confusion rippling through the crowd. The Olo’eyktan and Tsahik rushed forward, approaching the people, gesturing for calm.

Lorre ducked back inside the Marui, her breath uneven as she tried to process the sight.

Sa’ketu, still seated, glanced at her with sudden suspicion when her eyes lingered over her five fingers. - Strange machines. the older Na'vi commented softly, her gaze calm but sharp.

Lorre didn’t respond, gripping Rai’to’s hand a little tighter. She hid deeper within the marui, just barely peeking out to see what would happen next. Her mind raced with fear—fear of the sky people and the memories they carried.

Beside her, Rai’to squeezed her hand gently, sensing her tension. - They come from the sky, don’t they? He finally asked, his voice quiet, though it trembled slightly.

Lorre nodded, her eyes narrowing as she studied the approaching ships. She swallowed, her gaze shifting back to the growing crowd outside, and the ominous ships that loomed on the horizon.

The ship loomed ominously, its metallic form casting a shadow over the Ta’unui village, its engines growling like a wild beast. Lorre’s heart raced in her chest, each thud echoing the fear that gripped her. The sudden sound of the ship docking was like thunder, shattering the quiet morning and drawing every villager’s attention. She felt a sense of dread creep into her bones as she peeked from behind the Marui, her instincts screaming for her to hide.

The entrance opened with a booming thud, releasing a cadre of Na’vi soldiers clad in harsh uniforms. Their faces were cold, eyes steely, devoid of the warmth and spirit that characterized her people.

Following them were the sky people, clad in bulky exosuits that mimicked the Na’vi height, the mechanical joints creaking ominously. They moved with purpose, an unsettling blend of human and Na’vi, and each step they took sent chills down Lorre’s spine.

The crowd around her began to murmur, their expressions shifting from curiosity to fear as the soldiers approached. The familiar warmth of the sun was swallowed by an encroaching fog of uncertainty. She felt small, insignificant, as she hid behind the marui, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.

Without hesitation, the soldiers swept through the village, their presence invasive and brutal. They ransacked maruis, tossing aside woven baskets and everyone’s belongings.

The destruction was mindless, a grotesque display of power. Lorre’s stomach churned at the sight of her people’s lives being dismantled so carelessly.

- We’re looking for weapons! one of the soldiers shouted, his voice striking a familiar chord deep within her, a sound she wished she could forget. Her heart sank as she clutched the woven mat beneath her, trying to steady herself.

The Olo’eyktan and Tsahik were forced forward, Lorre’s breath hitched in her throat as the soldiers forced them to their knees.

Quaritch walked in front, striding forward with a confidence that felt menacing. He scanned the village like a predator searching for its prey, his presence thick with intimidation.

Lorre's heart sank as she realized who stood in front of the chief and his mate—her father. She gasped, fear flooding her veins. Instinctively, she shrank back, the colorful surroundings of the hut suddenly feeling stifling. The knowledge that he was so close made her want to disappear.

- Lorre, are you alright? Sa'ketu asked, her voice gentle with concern as she noticed the look of fear on Lorre's face.

The older Na'vi shifted closer, her hands resting softly on Lorre’s arm as if trying to ground her. Lorre’s chest felt tight, her breath shallow as she stared out at the figures moving through the village. Her pulse hammered in her ears, and her body remained rigid, barely able to focus on anything but the looming presence of Quaritch outside.

- Stay calm, child. Sa'ketu whispered, glancing towards the entrance. - If they see you like this... they’ll know. They’ll know you don’t belong here. Her voice was firm, a reminder of the danger, but also of safety if Lorre could keep still.

Lorre swallowed hard, her throat dry, and forced herself to breathe. Quaritch was out there—her father, a man she had never wanted to face again. It felt as if the walls of the marui were closing in, but Sa'ketu’s presence beside her, calm and steady, kept her from spiraling further.

- Don’t draw attention. Let them pass. You must stay hidden. Sa’ketu added, her voice a soothing lull amid the panic swelling in Lorre’s chest. The elder’s fingers lightly squeezed Lorre’s arm, a small gesture of reassurance, as though she could anchor Lorre through the storm swirling outside.

Lorre shifted, her heart racing as she spotted her brother, Spider, standing next to Quaritch. He was there, caught up in this chaos, translating for Quaritch since the man couldn’t fully understand the Na’vi language. Her stomach turned—he was part of this, willingly or not, and it made her feel sick.

The ship loomed over the village like a storm cloud, its presence casting a heavy shadow. Quaritch stood at the forefront, holding up a screen that showed the image of a man. His voice rang out sharply, cutting through the air. - This man. We know he is in these islands.

Lorre could hardly breathe as she watched from the shadows of the marui, her pulse pounding in her ears. The Na’vi around them were confused and frightened, gathering in small groups as the soldiers were pushing people to their knees, rough hands grabbing at anyone in their path.

Ro’uk and Ka’ali were among them, forced down by the soldiers. Lorre's chest tightened as she saw Ro’uk resist, his jaw clenched in anger, trying to shield Ka’ali. The taser stick jabbed at Ka'ali made her snarl, but she held her ground, fierce as ever.

Lorre’s breath hitched. The soldiers moved through the marui, smashing belongings, throwing items aside as they searched for something—or someone.

Lorre’s eyes flickered to the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik. They stood at the front of the crowd, defiant but calm. The Olo’eyktan’s voice was steady, his posture unshaken. - Here? This village? he asked, his tone controlled.

Spider quickly translated the Olo’eyktan’s words to Quaritch. - They never saw him. They are sea people: forest people don’t come here. Spider explained, his voice tense. Quaritch didn’t look convinced, his scowl deepening.

The Olo’eyktan spoke again, his voice unyielding, but calm. - He needs to leave and go to the forest to find this man.

- Mawey, mawey. Spider tried to calm the situation, his voice strained with desperation as he turned to Quaritch, his hands trembling slightly. - They don't know anything.

But Quaritch had already lost his patience. His face twisted with frustration as he pursed his lips and without hesitation, pointed to one of his soldiers, - Shoot that animal.

He pointed to the llu swimming peacefully near the surface, unaware of the danger. Its sleek form glided through the water, waiting for its rider.

Lorre's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes followed the line of his finger, and her heart froze.

Nami.

- No. she whispered, her voice barely audible. But it was too late. The soldier raised his weapon and fired without hesitation. The sound of the shot was deafening, echoing across the water.

Lorre's world shattered in an instant.

The bullet hit Nami with precision, and the Ilu let out a high-pitched, agonizing scream before falling still. Her graceful body thrashed once, her blood staining the water, before floating lifelessl.

A scream tore from Lorre's throat before she even realized she was moving. - NAMI! Her legs carried her forward, propelled by raw instinct, ignoring the desperate calls from Sa'ketu and Rai'to behind her.

Her vision blurred, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face as she reached the water's edge. - Nami! she cried again, her voice broken, filled with a pain so deep it was unbearable. Her knees hit the wet sand, and she tried to crawl into the water, desperate to reach her llu, desperate to hold onto her.

But before she could make it, a soldier grabbed her roughly by her kuru, yanking her back. She screamed in pain, her body collapsing from the force.

- Nami, please! NO! Her voice was hoarse, choked with sobs as she struggled against the soldier's grip, her arms outstretched toward the water, toward the spot where Nami’s lifeless body was floating.

Her cries cut through the silence, shattering the stunned stillness that had gripped the village. The Na'vi villagers looked on in horror, their eyes wide with fear, but none dared to move. Guns were now trained on them, the cold steel pressed to their heads, a threat hanging in the air.

Quaritch's heavy boots crunched in the sand as he walked toward her, his gun slung casually over his shoulder. He stopped in front of Lorre, towering over her as she lay crumpled on the ground, sobbing for her llu.

- You see what those can do? he said, his voice dark and mocking as he gestured to the gun.

Lorre's eyes blazed with fury through the tears. - You monster! she spat, her voice trembling with rage. Her hands clawed at the ground as she tried to rise, but before she could, the Na'vi soldier yanked her kuru again, hard enough to send another wave of agony through her. She cried out, her whole body convulsing in pain, but the fire in her eyes didn't dim.

Quaritch's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his cold gaze locking onto Lorre's tear-streaked face. The sight of her anguish seemed to amuse him, but something else caught his attention. His head tilted slightly, curiosity flickering in his expression.

- Show me her fingers. he commanded, his voice sharp and impatient.

The Na'vi soldier, who still gripped Lorre's kuru painfully, paused only for a moment before roughly yanking her hand forward.

Lorre winced as her arm was pulled, her trembling fingers forced into the open, displayed like an ugly secret that was never meant to be shared.

Her hand shook as the five fingers came into view-human-like, betraying her heritage in a way that sent a shiver of shame down her spine. The soldier stretched her fingers wide, as if presenting them for judgment.

- Five fingers. Quaritch muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. - Just like your father.

Lorre's heart seized in her chest. The words hit her like a physical blow, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her stomach churned, dread twisting inside her. Father?

He had no idea-Quaritch had no idea she was his daughter, and neither did she want him to know. But here he was, the man who had unknowingly fathered her, mocking her existence like it was some sort of joke. Her mind raced, the realization both sickening and infuriating.

From across the chaos, her brother Spider stood frozen, his wide eyes darting between the villagers and Quaritch, desperately trying to calm the people of Ta’unui. His voice, though shaky, carried through the tense air as he translated, attempting to reason with both sides. But no one was listening—not the villagers who glared at the invaders with barely-contained fury, and certainly not Quaritch, whose patience was rapidly thinning.

Lorre’s eyes shifted, catching sight of Ro’uk and Ka’ali nearby. They were forced to their knees along with the rest of the village, Ka’ali’s lips pulled back in a fierce snarl as a Na'vi soldier held a weapon to her neck.

Ro’uk’s entire body was coiled with tension, his protective instincts flaring as he glared at Spider, his muscles twitching with the need to act, to defend. He hissed at the human boy, his tone thick with anger as he shouted something Lorre couldn’t hear over the clamor.

Ka’ali growled in response to a shove from the soldier behind her, and Ro’uk’s chest rumbled with barely-contained rage. They were both restrained, forced to stay down, but their eyes never left the faces of their captors.

Lorre’s eyes caught another sight that sent a fresh wave of panic through her— Rai’to, pushed harshly to the ground, let out a pained cry, his small hands scrambling for the elder’s arm as Sa’ketu fell beside him. The elder tried to shield him, but the force of the soldier’s shove had sent them sprawling in the dirt.

Behind them, villagers huddled in groups, fear and defiance mingling in their faces as they clutched their children and whispered hurried prayers to Eywa. Some of the younger Ta’unui Na’vi watched helplessly, their eyes filled with terror. The air was thick with tension, punctuated by the sounds of weapons clattering and voices raised in distress.

Spider, caught in the middle of it all, glanced back and forth between Quaritch and the villagers, torn between loyalty and helplessness, his face twisted with uncertainty. He seemed to flinch at Ro'uk's words, momentarily breaking his composure before trying once more to calm the crowd.

Quaritch took another step closer, crouching to her level so that their faces were inches apart. His presence was suffocating, a cold menace rolling off him in waves. - One of Sully's pets, huh? he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. - Bet your daddy's real proud of you.

Lorre's jaw clenched so tightly that her teeth ached. Rage boiled in her chest, a fire igniting behind her eyes as tears of anger blurred her vision. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him who he was, who she was. But the thought of Quaritch knowing that truth made her stomach turn.

He didn't deserve to know—he deserved nothing from her but hatred.

Her breaths came in shaky bursts as the pain from her kuru being pulled tightened like a vice, but she refused to cry out.

Quaritch's amusement only seemed to grow as he looked at her, as if watching her squirm under his gaze was all part of the twisted game he played.

- You're a traitor to your kind. he said, standing back up and turning his back on her like she was nothing. - But you'll lead me right to Sully, won't you?

Lorre's blood boiled. She bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood, the metallic tang mixing with the tears still running down her face. How dare he? How dare he stand there, mocking her, after killing Nami and tormenting her family—her people?

The burning rage inside her almost overwhelmed her grief, but when she glanced over at Nami's floating body, her chest tightened all over again.

Her llu, the creature she had loved and bonded with, was gone. Floating lifeless in the water, blood staining the once-clear surface around her. Quaritch had done this. He had taken something precious from her just to make a point, just to show his twisted version of power.

In that moment, something in Lorre snapped. She was shaking now, not from fear, but from the barely-contained fury coursing through her veins. Her vision narrowed, and all she could focus on was the man in front of her-the man who had unknowingly sired her, the monster who had taken her friend, her llu, and now thought he could use her to find Jake Sully.

- You monster! Lorre screamed, her voice breaking through the stunned silence of the village. The words came out as a snarl, a mixture of raw grief and uncontrollable fury.

The Na'vi soldier holding her yanked on her kuru again, sending a fresh wave of pain through her skull, but Lorre didn't care anymore. She thrashed against the soldier's grip, tears streaming down her face as she struggled in vain to break free.

Spider's eyes darted to her, confusion and fear flashing across his face as he watched her unravel. He didn't know—he didn't understand why she was fighting so hard.

He didn't know that the man he was translating for, the man who had just ordered Nami's death, was also her father.

How could he?

Quaritch turned, his lips curled into a sneer, watching her struggle with detached amusement. He didn't know either. And for a split second, Lorre felt a twisted sense of power knowing the truth that neither of them could ever guess. But it didn't matter now. All that mattered was that he had taken too much from her. And now, all she wanted was to make him pay.

The village watched in stunned silence, the Na'vi too terrified to intervene as the scene unfolded. Ro'uk strained against his captor, his body trembling with barely-contained rage as he saw Lorre's suffering, but the taser pressed into his side kept him on his knees. Ka'ali let out a low, furious hiss, her eyes burning with hatred as she watched Lorre be tormented, but there was nothing any of them could do.

Quaritch gave one last cruel glance down at Lorre before turning away, dismissing her pain as though it was insignificant. - Keep an eye on her. he muttered to the Na'vi soldier. - She's got more to tell us yet.

Lorre's heart pounded against her chest as she slumped against the soldier's grip, her body still trembling with the force of her rage and grief. She had lost Nami. She had been humiliated, exposed, and tormented in front of the people who had taken her in as one of their own. And now, she was being used as a tool to hunt down the man who had adopted her-the only father she had truly known.

Quaritch didn’t even bother to face Lorre again, his cold indifference cutting deeper than any blade could. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he started back toward his original position, barking orders without a hint of hesitation.

- Burn the hoochies. he said flatly, his voice carrying the weight of casual cruelty.

A male Na’vi soldier at Quaritch’s side straightened up, pushing another Na’vi roughly to the ground before turning to his soldiers.

- Hey, light them up. the Na’vi soldier echoed, his words met with instant compliance.

The squad of sky people moved in perfect sync, forming a grim line as they marched toward the village homes. With a simple press of the trigger, streams of fire burst forth, igniting the marui homes that had stood for generations.

Flames licked up the woven structures, turning them to ash in moments. The heat was unbearable, but it wasn’t the fire that tore through Lorre’s heart—it was the sight of everything.

Lorre's vision blurred as the once peaceful village exploded into chaos. She tried to move, tried to push against the Na’vi soldier still gripping her, but the pain in her kuru was unbearable. The flames reflected in her tear-filled eyes, the roaring sound of destruction drowning out the screams of her people, her family.

From the corner of her eye, Lorre saw Rai’to, forced to the ground along with Sa’ketu, the elder who had shared so much wisdom with her. The old Na’vi was pushed down roughly by a soldier, her frail body struggling to hold up against the force. Rai’to could only watch, his face contorted in pain as he, too, was shoved into the dirt.

Ro’uk roared in fury, still fighting against the restraint of his captors, his face twisted in rage as he saw his people being brutalized. He tried to stand, tried to lunge for the sky people as they set fire to his home, but the electric pulse of the taser gun sent him crumpling back down with a hiss of pain.

Beside him, Ka’ali snarled, her voice thick with venom as she too was forced to her knees, watching helplessly as their village was torn apart. Her eyes burned with the kind of hatred that could set the world on fire, but even her spirit was being slowly crushed beneath the weight of the soldiers’ guns.

Lorre, choking on her sobs, could only watch as the sky people moved down the line, torching each marui hut one by one. The flames climbed higher and higher, consuming everything in their path.

The Tsahik’s voice rang out, piercing through the flames and chaos with desperate, pleading words.

- stop this! Stop this madness! she cried, her gaze fixed on Spider, her voice breaking with anguish.

Spider’s face twisted with guilt, eyes wide as he took in the devastation his own people had unleashed. - I’m sorry! he yelled back, his voice thick with regret. - I didn’t know! I’m so sorry!

Lorre was powerless. She had failed them. Nami was gone, and now her village, and her friends, were disappearing in front of her eyes.

Quaritch glanced back at her, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He didn’t need to say anything more—his message was clear. If Lorre didn’t help them find Jake, this would only be the beginning. He was toying with her, pushing her to break, and the worst part was, it was working.

Her vision narrowed as her grief turned to fury. The fires reflected in her wide eyes as she stared at the man who had fathered her but didn’t know it. How easy it would be to despise him completely, to lose herself in the rage building inside her.

Her lips parted, but no words came. Only a strangled gasp, raw with emotion, as the weight of it all crushed her from the inside. The sky people, her brother caught in their grasp, her real father standing in front of her like a stranger.

As the flames consumed her world, Lorre’s heart hardened. This wasn’t just about Jake anymore. It was about everything that had been taken from her—her home, her loved ones, her innocence. She couldn’t give Quaritch what he wanted, but she had to find a way to fight back, even if it felt impossible in this moment of devastation.

Spider’s gaze flickered between Lorre and Quaritch, confusion and distress written on his face. He was still translating, still caught in the middle of something far bigger than him, but even he couldn’t hide his growing horror at the destruction around him. When his eyes met Lorre’s, there was a flicker of recognition—he saw her pain, but he didn’t know the truth. Not yet.

The sound of cracking wood and the roar of the flames filled the air, mingling with the cries of the Na’vi who were helpless to stop the destruction. Lorre’s body trembled with the force of her anger, but the fire raging within her was nothing compared to the inferno that now consumed the village.

Through it all, Quaritch stood at the center of the chaos, his cold eyes scanning the destruction as if it were nothing more than another task to be completed. And for the first time in her life, Lorre felt a deep, burning need for revenge—not just for herself, but for everyone who had suffered under the weight of his cruelty

Quaritch gave the signal to move out, his words cold and final, dismissing the destruction left in their wake as mere collateral.

Lorre felt the Na'vi soldier’s grip loosen, just slightly, as he turned to follow the order, his attention wavering. And that single, careless moment was all she needed.

Lorre tore herself free, lunging for the nearest discarded knife glinting in the dirt. Her fingers wrapped around its hilt as she stumbled to her feet, a guttural hiss escaping her lips.

Adrenaline surged, mingling with her grief, turning it into a fierce and reckless fury. Her glare was fixed on the backs of the avatar soldiers retreating toward the edge of the village, the flames casting jagged shadows across their forms.

The villagers around her gasped, their fearful whispers growing into a murmur. Ro'uk let out a warning shout, and Ka'ali tried to push forward, her face a mix of desperation and pride as she saw Lorre standing defiant, even against impossible odds.

But Quaritch, hearing the commotion, turned back to face her, raising a hand to stop the soldiers who instinctively raised their guns at her.

- Let her. he said, his voice a mix of intrigue and disdain, watching as Lorre held the knife, her chest heaving with rage.

Spider's voice broke through the tension, a confused mix of pleading and panic. - Lorre, what are you doing? Stop!

She ignored him, all her focus locked onto Quaritch, her knuckles white around the blade. - You think you can do this? she spat, her voice cracking with fury and grief. - You think you can just… come in here, take what you want, destroy everything I love?

Quaritch's mouth curled into a smug smile, unmoved by her defiance. - What I think, is that you don’t know who you’re dealing with.

The words hit her harder than any blow, each syllable dripping with condescension. Her chest tightened, rage searing through her, and in that moment, she wanted him to know. Wanted him to understand, even if he couldn’t see it, who she really was.

- Maybe I know more than you think. she whispered, almost to herself, the words slipping out before she could stop them. - You wouldn’t understand—you never cared about anything… or anyone. Not even your own blood.

Quaritch’s smirk faltered, a flicker of confusion crossing his face, and Spider’s eyes widened, his gaze darting between them. For a brief, suspended moment, everything stilled as the weight of her words hung heavy in the air.

The silence was broken by a soldier who, unable to bear the tension, moved forward to restrain her. Lorre's grip on the knife tightened, and she took a step back, but before she could react, Quaritch lunged forward, his hand a blur as it cracked hard against the side of her head.

A sharp burst of pain exploded through her skull, blurring her vision as her senses scattered, and the knife fell from her hand. She staggered, her legs giving out as the world spun wildly around her. Ro'uk's shout echoed dimly in her ears, Ka'ali’s cry drowned in the buzzing that clouded her senses.

The ground rushed up to meet her, cold and unforgiving, and as she collapsed, the sounds of the village—her people—faded into the background, until there was nothing but darkness pulling her under.

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Domestic Bliss

Summary: Your mate Eetu is a lovely mate and an even better father to your little one.

(Eetu x Na'vi!Reader)

Warnings: Just lovely fluff.

Translations:

-> ma'yawne = my beloved

Years had passed since the defeat of the RDA and since then, the clans had moved on with their lives. Now, mated with Eetu, you both have a son named Takhi and one on the way. Eetu is a great father to your son.

Eetu sat in the Common Room of the Hometree with the baby strapped to his chest in a comfy harness. He always refuses to let the baby Na'vi out of his sight.

You walked into Hometree with sacks of fruit and other freshly picked items. You had put aside fighting for a while as you were now pregnant with your next child.

When Eetu saw you, he instantly walked over and gave you a big hug. "Ah, hello, ma'yawne."

The baby in his arms wiggled and looked up at you, smiling happily. Takhi was nearly two years old and looked just like Eetu, except for his hair that looked a lot more like yours. He was currently munching on an orange fruit.

You smiled at the hug your mate gave you and returned it before kissing the top of Takhi's head. "What have you done while I was gone?"

Eetu laughed as Takhi continued to munch his snack in peace. As always, Eetu spent the day hunting. You could never keep this man still!

"I went hunting as usual," he said, leaning back to kiss your cheek. "How are you feeling?"

You blinked at hearing he went hunting. "You didn't take Takhi with you, did you?" You wasn't a fan of Takhi going far outside just yet. Your motherly instincts felt like you had to keep your child at bay of any dangers.

He looked at you with a smirk and shook his head. No, he wouldn't be that irresponsible!

"Of course not!" Eetu said with a chuckle. Takhi babbled happily and tried to reach out for you, wanting you to hold him so he could share the fruit with you.

You smiled at your little boy and lifted him out of the harness, resting him on your hip. "Good."

Takhi giggled and giggled. The food he'd been eating was nearly gone but there was still a big chunk on his cheek. It took him a few seconds, but he managed to raise his little arm and point towards Eetu. "Dada!"

Eetu laughed and bent down, planting a kiss on his son's forehead. Takhi grinned like his father, their smiles matching. He chuckled as Takhi grabbed a curl of his father's hair and tugged on it.

You wouldn't want life any other way.

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Your fic with Neteyam and The Sarentu was amazing I loved it! Would you be willing to write a fic about the Sarentu having a nightmare about being back in TAP? I just keep thinking about our characters reply to Anufi after saving her from being tortured by the RDA “Sky peoples air, one of Hardings favorite punishments” it’s horrifying that they would do that to literal children.

The Sky Breaker: Shadows of the Past

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!Sarentu (Ateyana)

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, ANGST. All characters are AGED-UP. No smut, only fluff in the end, but still this story is not about romance, even if Sarentu’s relationship with Neteyam is mentioned. So'lek cameo as a brotherly figure for Sarentu.

!DISCLAIMER! Presence of dark and sensitive explicit themes: torture through poison, child abuse, trauma. Please do not read if these topics are not for you.

Little note: Thanks a million, Anon, for your request. It resonated with me so much that I couldn't wait in writing it, surprising myself with the speed I completed it with. Like you, I too was deeply disturbed by that part of the DLC, and even more so by the protagonist's hint about the abuse Harding allegedly inflicted on the Sarentu children. I usually wait at least a couple of days before posting to check for errors with a cool head, but this time I'm so impatient that I can't resist. I hope I managed to satisfactorily touch on all the points you listed, and that the end result reflects your expectations. Thank you again for the challenge you have given me, allowing me to explore even more of the world of Avatar, even in its darkest and most disturbing parts.

@hao-ming-8 you told me to tag you in case I write about So'lek. Although this story is not about So'lek, there is a part about him that reflects the ghosts of his past. I thought you might appreciate it.

Word Count: 5k

Masterlist - Request a fic

Yana crouched in the underbrush, her heart still hammering from the chaos of the last battle. The air was heavy with the acrid tang of scorched earth, a testament to the destruction wrought by the RDA. Beside her, Anufi set silently, the blue of her skin ashen, the fresh burns on her wrists standing stark against her flesh. Her silence haunted her almost as much as her own thoughts. Anufi’s rescue had been harrowing. Finding her facing the ground in a gas chamber where humans forced the Na'vi's lungs to choke on their poisonous atmosphere awakened an old, buried terror. Her hands trembled as she wiped sweat from her brow, memories unraveling in her mind before she could stop them.

She had been little more than a child when she, her sister and the others were taken into the RDA’s TAP. The Ambassador Program, they had called it, a name coated in the syrupy pretense of goodwill. To the humans, it was a symbol of diplomacy, and experiment in ‘peaceful coexistence’. Its true nature was something far darker—a carefully calculated project to mold Na’vi children into tools for the humans’ colonial ambitions. A gilded cage, where their culture, their independence, and even their spirit were systematically stripped away.

The Sky People smiled as they handed out data pads and notebooks, teaching the children about Earth’s history, science, and culture. But those smiles always hid something colder. They’d correct a mispronounced English word with thinly veiled frustration or scowl when a child struggled to manipulate human tools with their three-fingered hands. “It’s for your own good,” they’d say when a child wept, homesick for the forests of Pandora. “This is how you’ll help your people survive.”

Great responsibility for someone who was just a kid.

Aha’ri, however, saw through the lies. She had always been the bold one, the spark to Yana’s cautious flame. While the little sister obeyed quietly, biting back her discomfort, the older one would glare at the instructors with a defiance the set her apart. Her golden eyes, so full of fire, had  unnerved the RDA staff from the start. “That one’s trouble,” they’d mutter as she passed, but for a time, they tolerated her resistance. They wanted to shape her, too, to prove they could tame even the fiercest Na'vi.

Yana, on the other hand, was more thoughtful, more fearful and aware of the superiority the humans had over them because of their technological contraptions. They were on their own turf, here the soldiers and scientists were playing at home, driven by a cruelty and avarice against which a paltry little group of children could do nothing. Moved by this, the younger sister tried to temper the elder's temper, pleading with her to stay quiet. But Aha'ri wouldn’t listen.

“Tsmuke [sister], they’re stronger than us. They control everything. If you fight them—.” “Then I’ll fight harder,” Aha’ri interrupted, her voice sharp as an arrowhead. “They won’t break me.” But Ateyana knew better. The humans’ kindness was a thin mask over something monstrous, and that monstrosity revealed itself one fateful day.

It began in a cultural lesson — one of the RDA’s many patronizing attempts to bridge understanding between humans and Na’vi. Her sister had been tense from the very start, her tail flicking in irritation as the instructor droned on about the technological advancements of Earth, their tone dripping with condescension. “And that’s why humanity’s ingenuity has made us the dominant species,” they stated, holding up a glowing data pad as though it wet a sacred artifact.

Aha’ri patience snapped. With a swift motion, she grabbed the object from the instructor’s hands and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the metal wall with a deafening crash, its pieces scattering like shards of broken pride. “You don’t want to understand us!” Her voice cut through the stunned silence, sharp and fierce. Her tail lashed behind her, and her chest heaved with rage. “You want to own us! To take everything away from us. Our families, our land, our identity!” The other Na’vi children froze, their wide eyes darting between Aha’ri and the Sky People. Yana’s heart sank as she saw the instructor’s face harden, their polite veneer cracking to reveal cold fury.

Within minutes, the incident was reported to John Mercer himself. The administrator of TAP arrived with his characteristic composure, his every movement calculated and deliberate. Mercer had a presence that muffled rooms and chilled blood — a man whose power was as much in his intellect as in his authority. He looked down at the remains of the data pas, then up at the girl, who stood unrepentant, her chin raised in defiance.

“Colonel Harding,” he said, his tone calm but devoid of empathy. “You may deal with this as you see fit.” Ateyana’s blood turned ice. She knew what that meant. Colonel Angela Harding, the TAP’s enforcer, thrived on cruelty. A towering woman with a predatory gaze, she carried herself with the detached air of someone who viewed torment as a mere tool for oder. Her punishment were as inventive as they were brutal, each conceived not just to discipline but to humiliate and break the will of her captives, to withdraw insubordination and replace it with submission. For that monster, breaking the Na’vi wasn’t simply her duty: it was a twisted form of entertainment.

As she arrived in response to Mercer’s orders, the colonel strode into the room, her boots clicking against the linoleum floor, her expression one of faint amusement. Aha’ri maintain her bolshie attitude, but everybody could see the tension in her stiff tail and the subtle quiver in her shoulders. “Ah, the little firebrand,” Harding commented, her voice dripping with mockery. “You think you’re so special because you’ve got a bit of spark, don’t you?” The girl didn’t respond, her golden eyes narrowing in silent insolence, and she chuckled, shaking her head. “We’ll see how long that spark lasts.” When the woman reached for Aha’ri, Yana acted on instinct. She stepped forward, throwing herself between the colonel and her sister. Her entire frame trembled, but she forced her voice to be steady ash she spoke. “Aha’ri didn’t mean it!” She cried, meeting her icy gaze. “She’s just… she’s just angry. Please, forgive her just this time.” “Step aside, child,” Harding said coldly, her eyes razor-sharp like knives, but she refused to move. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest and ears, but she planted her feet firmly on the ground. “Please,” she begged, turning to Mercer, who studied her from the doorway with the detached curiosity of a scientist examining a specimen. “I’ll make her behave. I promise.” He stared at Sarentu for a long time, his head tilted as if considering her plea. “Discipline,” he said finally, his tone almost paternal, “is essential for progress. If you truly wish to help your sister, sweet child, you should teach her to obey.” Tears streamed down her face as she dropped to her knees in front of him, clinging to his lab coat in supplication. “I’ll take her punishment. Just let her go.” “Do you think if she saw you suffering in her place, she would learn her lesson?” The aloofness with which he asked prevented her from answering. “You want to protect your sister, I understand that. But have you ever thought that she is putting you all in trouble with her antics? Ateyana, you are a good girl, but if you always cover for her you will end up doing her more harm than good. Aha'ri needs to learn how to be in the world.”

With a flick of his hand, Mercer signaled Harding to proceed. The colonel didn’t wait for further discussion, she grabbed Aha’ri by the arm and began dragging her away, ignoring the younger Na’vi’s thrashing and curses. Yana lunged after them, her hands reaching for her sister, but two Sec-Ops troopers blocked her path, their like iron as they held her back, ready to point the weapons hanging at their side if necessary. “Don’t do this!” She screamed, her voice breaking. “Please! You don’t have to do this!” Her cries went unanswered, Harding didn’t even glance back. She pulled Aha’ri around like a rag doll. The doors hissed shut behind them, with a mechanical finality that sent a chill through the little girl’s soul.

Aha’ri’s punishment was swift and merciless. Harding took her to one of the facility’s sealed chambers — a tool originally designed to test human oxygen systems in Pandora’s atmosphere but repurposed for a far darker use. She was shoved into a cylindrical space with reinforced glass walls, that allowed observers to watch.

Harding’s fingers hovered over the control panel, her lips curling into a devious sneer. “Let’s see how well she handles a little taste of home.” Yana pounded on the glass, her fists striking the cold surface with frantic desperation. “Stop! Please! She’ll listen! She’ll listen, I swear!” The soldier glanced at her, one eyebrow arched in fake pity. “Oh, she’ll listen. One way or another.” With that, she pressed the button. Inside the tube, Aha’ri face shifted from boldness to confusion as the first wave of Earth’s air flooded in. It was clear but carried a hidden poison — the mixture of gases that made up the Earth's atmosphere, was toxic to Na’vi physiology. And the speed with which it was being administered in the small space made its effects immediate.

Within moments, the girl staggered, her hands clutching her throat as her lungs rebelled. “Breathe, little warrior,” Harding murmured, her voice filled with wicked mirth. At first, the girl resisted, glaring through the glass as if daring Harding to do her worst. But courage and recklessness couldn’t stop the poison from taking hold. The little sister’s breath labored in sync with the oldest’s, as she watched her confident posture collapse to her knees, gasping for air that her body couldn’t accept. Her chest heaved as she clawed at her throat, her eyes wide with panic.

The sight of Aha’ri’s agony — the strength draining from her limbs, the fire in her irises flickering into fear — was more than Ateyana could bear. She turned back to Mercer, who stood silently in the corner, his arms crossed. “Stop her!” The girl sobbed, her voice raw. “Please, make her stop! You’re killing her!” The man regarded her with the same neutrality he had shown throughout the ordeal. “Killing her?” He echoed, as though the idea were preposterous. “No. Colonel Harding knows her limits. Your sister will survive, don’t worry. The question is whether she’ll learn.” Sarentu’s whines filled the lab as she could only watch her sister being tortured.

The minutes dragged on like hours. Aha’ri’s struggles grew weaker, her gasps becoming faint and uneven. Her frame trembled, on hand pressed against the glass, her golden eyes locking with her sister’s as though reaching for help that would never come. Yana could do nothing but press her palms in return, her tears smearing the surface. Then her hands closed into fists, pounded against the window until they bled. She screamed, begged, wailed, but no one came. Behind her, the other Na’vi children huddled in terrified quiet, their eyes averted.

Harding savored the scene with a vague smirk, her arms crossed as though she were enjoying a private show. At last, when Aha’ri passed out, limp to the floor, her chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths, she released the seal. “Enough,” her tone almost bored. The chamber’s doors hissed open, two guards stepped inside to drag the victim out, while the colonel looked down at the motionless girl with disdain “She’ll live,” said with casual, scorn indifference. “Maybe now she’ll learn her place.”

When they returned Aha’ri to the dormitory, Ateyana rushed to her sister’s side. Her skin was damp with sweat, her breath still short, but her beautiful eyes fluttered open as she cradled her. “It’s okay,” the younger whispered, stroking her hair. “You’re safe now. I got you.” But Ahari didn’t respond. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her expression devoid of the fire that had once defined her, replaced by a hollow emptiness that she could barely recognize. Ateyana’s heart ached as she realized the truth: the sister she knew was gone, her spirit crushed under the weight of what she had endured.

From that day, she was different. She stopped speaking out against the humans, her rebellious nature altered by a haunting silence. Yana, too, carried the scars of that day — not on her body, but in her soul. She had failed her sister, failed to protect the one person she loved most.

The memory of Aha'ri’s panting breaths, her despairing eyes, would never leave her. It would follow her into adulthood, a ghost that whispered of her guilt and the monstrous cruelty of the humans she had once begged for mercy. That was the day Ateyana learned a hard truth: mercy was not something to be asked for. It was something to be taken, or forced, or denied entirely. And if she wanted to protect her people, she could never again rely on the humanity of her enemies. She would have to fight with all her might, at the risk of being stained with sin in the eyes of the Great Mother. A promise she made to herself again on the day Aha'ri was killed.

She sat on the thick root of a great tree, her fingers absently tracing the worn fletching of an arrow. Around her, the forest pulsed with life. The gentle hum of glowing flora and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze seemed distant, muted by the storm in her mind. The memories of Aha’ri scratched at the edges of her consciousness, threatening to drag her into the darkness she had fought so hard to keep at bay.

Sarentu squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on the sounds of the nature, the cool texture of the moss beneath her fingers — anything to anchor herself in the present. But the harder she tried to push the memories away, the sharper they became. The hiss of the cell, the anguished cries of her sister, the emptiness in Mercer’s eyes. A shadow fell across her, and a warm weight settled on her shoulder. Startled, Yana blinked and looked up to find So’lek standing beside her. His hand rested lightly on her shoulder, his touch firm bun unintrusive. 

So’lek was one of the few people she trusted completely. He had been a warrior long before the RDA’s return and had seen firsthand the destruction the humans could bring. His cheek and temple bore the scars of past battles, and his eyes — amber like a fading sunset — held the weight of someone who had endured loss and hardship.

He didn’t speak at first, his gaze steady as he looked down at her. There was no pity in his expression, only quiet understanding. A gaze that knew the pain of haunting memories. The gaze of someone who had carried his own ghosts through the years.

“You’re far away,” he stated softly, his voice low and even, like the rumble of distant thunder. She tried to muster a reply, but the words caught on her tongue, looking away, ashamed of the vulnerability she was showing.

The man crouched beside her, his hand still on her shoulder. He didn’t press her to talk, didn’t demand an explanation. Instead, he sat in silence, his presence a muted reassurance that she wasn’t alone.

“I know that look,” So’lek said after a moment, his thoughtful. “The way your shoulders tighten, how your tail moves without you even realizing it.” He paused, his warm eyes meeting hers. “You’re fighting something inside, aren't you?” Yana felt her throat harshened. She wanted to deny it, to tell him she was fine, that she didn’t need his concern. Bet the words felt pointless even before she could externalize them. So’lek’s glance held her, stiff and unyielding, and she found herself nodding, almost imperceptibly.

“I think about it too,” he admitted, his tone dropping even lower. His eyes drifted to the forest canopy, his expression longing but far-off. “The things I saw. The things I couldn’t stop. Sometimes they come back when I least expect it. In the quiet moments, when the forest is still, I feel I may be at peace once again, at least a little, they creep in.” His hand gave her shoulder a small, reassuring squeeze. “But you don’t have to face it alone.”

Her lips parted, but she hesitated. So’lek’s words reached something deep inside her, a part of her that had been hidden for so long she’d almost forgotten it existed. For years, she had carried the weight of her guilt and pain in silence, afraid to burden others with the darkness she couldn’t escape. But in So’lek’s eyes, she saw no judgment, only the quiet camaraderie of someone who understood.

“What do you do?” she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “When the memories come?” So’lek tilted his head, considering her question. “I remind myself why I fight,” he said after a pause. “Not to forget, or to erase the past. But to make sure it doesn’t happen again. For the ones I lost. For the ones still here.” Yana stared down at her hands, her fingers still gripping the arrow. His words resonated with her, stirring something in the depths of her chest. She thought of Aha’ri, of Anufi, of the clans who had entrusted her with their lives. Of Neteyam. They were her purpose now, the reason she had to keep fighting—even when the pain felt unbearable.

So’lek rose to his feet, his hand slipping from her shoulder. He turned to leave but paused, glancing back at her with a faint smile. “You don’t have to carry it all by yourself, little one,” he said gently. “If the burden is too heavy, let someone else help you shoulder it.” She watched him walk away, his tall frame disappearing into the camp shadows. The weight of her memories hadn’t lifted, but for the first time in a long time, she felt the faintest flicker of hope. She wasn’t alone—not entirely.

The moment of clarity didn’t last long. As the night deepened and the forest grew quieter, the memories crept back in, stronger than ever, sharper and crueler than any blade. It seized her mind without warning, dragging her into the dark recesses of her subconscious where fear and guilt lurked, waiting.  

She was back in the TAP facility, a child again, small and powerless. The sterile white walls loomed around her, closing in like the jaws of a predator. The hum of machinery filled the air, a sound she had grown to dread in those years. Ahead of her, Mercer stood tall, his shadow stretching impossibly long, swallowing the room in its cold grip. His expression was impassive, the same look he had worn when he condemned Aha’ri to her punishment.   Behind him stood Colonel Harding, her fingers drumming against the control panel with rhythmic precision. Tap. Tap. Tap. Each sound reverberated through her chest like the beat of a war drum, growing louder and louder until it drowned out her own breathing. Harding’s lips twisted into a devious smile as her hand hovered over the controls.   Inside the chamber, Aha’ri yelled. It was the same scream she had heard that day, raw and primal, full of misery and pain. The sound teared at Yana’s ears, filling her with a helpless rage that burned like acid in her veins. She tried to move, to stop Harding, but her feet felt rooted to the ground, as if the very air around her had turned to stone.  

“Stop!” She exclaimed with a cry of distress. “Please! Stop!”  

Her hands moved on their own, pounding against the glass until her knuckles split, blood smearing the surface. But her cries were swallowed by the cold, unfeeling room, just as they had been all those years ago. Aha’ri’s golden eyes locked with hers through the glass, wide with terror. Ateyana’s heart shattered all over again as she saw her sister collapse to her knees, gasping for air, her body convulsing as the poisonous atmosphere ravaged her.  

Suddenly, the scene shifted. Ateyana was no longer outside the chamber. She was inside it. The walls pressed in around her, the sterile white replaced by suffocating gloom. The hiss of the oxygen systems grew louder, sharper, until it was the only sound she could hear. Her chest tightened as she drew in a ragged breath, only to feel flames sear her lungs. It was Earth’s air, toxic and alien, invading her body and asphyxiating her from within.   She grazed her throat, panic overtaking her as her vision blurred. Shapes flickered in the dimness—indistinct at first, then blinding. She saw Anufi, her body slumped against the wall, her eyes round and lifeless.   “No,” the girl breathed, reaching for her, but her limbs felt heavy, sluggish. “No, no, no!”  

Then another figure emerged, stepping forward from the shadows. Aha’ri.   Her sister’s complexion was pale and gaunt, her once-bright golden orbs now dim and vacant. She stared at young woman, her expression indecipherable, as though she were looking at a stranger. Behind her, a faint, ghostly image of the cylinder chamber from their childhood flickered to life, overlaying the blackness like a poignant projection.  

“You failed us,” Aha’ri whispered, her voice merging with Anufi’s in a disturbing, chilling harmony.   She shook her head, tears raining down her cheeks. “I tried!” she gasped, her voice plaintive, barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing. “I tried to save you!”   “You failed us,” they repeated, their voices growing louder, the words echoing in her skull until they became a deafening chant. “You failed us! You failed us!”  

The constraining darkness strengthened its grip, the air growing heavier with each passing moment. Her vision swam, the shapes of Aha’ri and Anufi blurring into the shadows. Her own reflection appeared before her, distorted and corrupted, her visage pallid and streaked with tears.   In the reflection’s eyes, she saw all the guilt she had buried for years— the guilt of letting Aha’ri down, of begging Mercer for mercy instead of fighting back, of living when her sister’s spirit had been crushed. And now, the remorse of almost losing Anufi to the same hideous tactics, the same noxious fumes.  

The reflection spoke, its tone cold and unrelenting, distorted in sounds that weren’t hers, but resembled all too closely the voice she had grown most fond of, in the endless struggle that was her life. “You think you can protect them now? You can’t even protect yourself.”  The words hit her like a blow to the chest, forcing the last remnants of air from her lungs. She kneel over, the choking poison overwhelming her. Her hands reached out blindly, her fingernails grasping at nothing.   “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” she murmured, while her reflection took the figure of somebody else.

The darkness surrounding her grew denser, swallowing her cries and the shapes of her sister and Anufi. It was suffocating, cloying, pressing on her from all sides. She reached out, desperate for any tether to pull her back into the light, but her fingers grasped only the void. Then, she saw him.

“Neteyam?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

His form was unmistakable — his broad shoulders, the proud set of his jaw, the way his braids swayed gently as he walked. But something was off. His movements were sluggish, his steps unsteady. Yana's breath caught in her throat as he turned toward her, his face ashen and drawn, his bright lemon eyes dull and dead. “No,” she hushed, shaking her head as alarm dig into her chest. “No, not you. Not you too.”

Neteyam didn’t answer. His lips parted, but no words came out, only a soft, wheezing gasp. Her horror deepened as she saw the friction burns on his wrists, raw and angry, identical to the ones Anufi had borne. The result of the straps with which they had taken him there. Aimed at inflicting pain and subduing resistance, as a further form of the utter contempt RDA had for them.

The light fizz of oxygen filled the air, and she realized with sickening clarity that her mate was choking, his body wracked with spasms as he fight for breathe the toxic human atmosphere. She ran to him, her feet moving as though through water. “Neteyam!” she cried, her voice cracking. “I’m here! I’ll save you!”

But no matter how fast she moved, she couldn’t reach him. The distance between them stretched endlessly, as though the murk itself were conspiring to keep them apart. He fell to his knees, his eyes locking with hers for a fleeting moment. There was no accusation in his gaze, only dread and sadness—a quiet, haunting sadness that made her chest feel like it was splitting open. “Don’t leave me!” she shrieked, tears streaming down her face unstoppably. “Please! Eywa, don’t take him from me!” As his body slumped forward, the shadow surged around him, consuming him entirely. Ateyana dropped to her knees, her cries echoing into the void.

She bolted upright with a strangled gasp, her form drenched in sweat. Her hands flew to her forehead, trembling as she struggled to shake the lingering terror of the dream. Her chest heaved as she gulped in Pandora’s sweet, life-giving air, her mind racing to separate illusion from reality. Her surroundings came into focus slowly — the soft glow of bioluminescent plants, the distant hum of nocturnal creatures. She was back in the forest, far from the sterile walls of the TAP facility.  

It took her a moment to realize she wasn’t alone. Beside her, lying peacefully on a bed of soft mats and pillows, was Neteyam. Her breath caught as she turned to look at him. The moonlight filtering through the hut bathed his profile in a silvery gleam, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He looked so tranquil, so alive. Yana’s shaking fingers reached out to touch his cheek, her fingertips brushing against his warm skin as though to reassure herself that he was truly there. The tension in her frame ebbed slightly, a wave of relief washing over her. He was safe. He hadn’t been taken from her, hadn’t suffered the horrors her mind had conjured.

“I almost lost you,” she mumbled, her voice whispery as the wind. The young man stirred slightly, his expression softening in his sleep as though he could sense her presence. Sarentu's heart clenched with a mix of endearment and dismay, her emotions swirling like a storm within her. The nightmare had felt so real, so visceral, that even now, the echoes of it clung to her. Her hands trembled as she touched her throat, half-convinced she would feel the burns of the human oxygen.

Her eyes darted to Neteyam once more. Her feelings for him were undeniable, a bond as deep as the roots of Pandora’s sacred trees. But that love came with a fear so profound it threatened to consume her. She had already lost so much— her family, her innocence, the peace of her childhood. The thought of losing Neteyam, of watching him suffer as Aha’ri had, was a pain she could scarcely bear. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to linger in the solace of him being there, her digits brushing against his hair. But the relief was short-lived.

Yana buried her face in her hands, her body wracked with silent sobs. She had tried so hard to bury the past, to lock away the pain and guilt in the darkest corners of her mind. But saving Anufi had torn open those wounds, forcing her to confront the truth she had spent years avoiding: she couldn’t run from her failures. 

As the faint light of dawn began to seep into the forest, she felt the weight of reality settle over her once more. The RDA’s war machines still loomed on the horizon, their engines a constant reminder of the battle yet to come. The nightmare was a cruel reflection of the stakes she faced every day — a reminder that every moment she spent with Neteyam could be their last.

Her gaze shifted to the bow resting nearby, its polished wood shining smoothly in the early morning. There was no room for hesitation, no space for weakness. If she wanted to protect Neteyam, Anufi, and her people, she couldn’t allow insecurities to paralyze her. Her fingers brushed against Neteyam’s cheek one last time before she stood, her movements quiet so as not to wake him. She would fight for him, for all of them. Whatever it took, she would ensure that the nightmare she had seen would never become reality.

She glanced to the floating mountains, and wiped her tears, her hands curling into fists, her resolve hardening like steel. The battle was coming, and she would meet it head-on, fueled by the love that gave her strength and the fear that reminded her what she had to lose. She couldn’t change whar happened to Aha’ri, but she could give her whole self for the future, for Pandora itself.

The past had left its scars, but it had also given her purpose. The Sky People would pay for what they had done. Yana would make sure of it. 

[mydearneteyam]

Hi! I was wondering if you’re still taking requests if so i was wondering if you could do a oneshot of so’lek x na’vi fem reader who is a warrior but is told not fight by medics and even so’lek at the resistance since she has chronic back pain but downplays it and acts as if it doesn’t affect her.

Like for example she goes on her own to fight rda despite what the medics say and comes back limping around as if nothing happened

I hope you understood that and sorry if its too long. I wanted to request this cuz i really like your writing so id really appreciate you if you make it, if you dont its totally fine.

A WARRIOR WHO CAN'T FIGHT ;; SO'LEK

summary ;; a warrior's stubborn behavior may change over time. or maybe not.

pairings ;; so'lek x fem!na'vi!reader

warnings ;; mentions of war, body pain, insecurities.

word count ;; 2.3k

word of the day ;; nawkx [nawk’] n. bone helm rhino

You cut the rope with your teeth, spit some of it out as you finished knotting and securing the basket you had accidentally broken earlier. You knew you were taking your time, but if you wanted your lie to stand, you had to try your best.

You stretched your body forward a bit more, almost crashing your chest into the ground to finish tidying everything up and gave a sharp inhale to stand up, feeling the sharp pain spread through your lower back, as it always did every time you had a sudden movement.

"And now…" with your foot, you lifted the fruits into the air so the basket could pick them up and once you were ready, you turned your attention to the path you'd had memorized forever. You were coming that way, you were going back that way. "On your way" you spoke to yourself, smiling.

Yes, there was a little blood on your clothes, but it wasn't yours, so your concern was minimal. You didn't abandon your big smile, even when, upon arriving at the headquarters, some humans already seemed to be waiting for you outside, with grimaces of obvious annoyance.

"You know what we told you! Are you even listening to us now?" one of them asked, but you swung your leg over his head, humming one of your clan's songs, disinterested. The tingling was present again, but as you threw your trunk forward, it stopped after a few seconds.

"Mother who brings us honor and life…" you continued to sing, putting the food aside and obviously ignoring the doctors at your back. Ha, funny. "Guiding our hearts through every strife..."

"It's not funny!" shouted your name this time one of the girls. "Do you think your life is just a game? You said you were going fruit picking and look at you!"

You analyzed yourself from head to toe, cocking your head to the side.

"Yes… and I brought fruit." You showed the basket, crammed with several, brightly colored and some not so much. "Finding a campsite a couple of minutes away wasn't something I expected either, but hey…" you laughed, tousling her hair. "That's on you guys for not letting me know it was so close. Maybe if you had told me, I would have given more thought to…going and helping out at all" even though you said those words, it was a lie. And you knew it. Everyone knew it.

Please, a Na'vi who would not want to go and put her life in danger knowing that her condition was thanks to the humans still in the land where she was born? It was impossible, you smiled, running your tongue over your teeth and pausing on your canines, with visible annoyance.

"You know you're not allowed to leave, everyone here has told you that. Even the warriors" she continued speaking, with concern and weariness in her voice. You had identified it for quite some time.

"I'm glad you have a good memory." you commented, pulling out a fruit and leaving your now arrowless bow in a corner. Although you looked at it from time to time, last time, they tried to hide it. "But I'm also sure you remember… that I'm an adult and I do what I do because I have to help my people…" your voice, as always, although understanding, was mocking. Maybe because the people who now cared for you annoyed you a little, always on you, as if they were your parents, as if it wasn't their own kind's fault that you had problems that now wouldn't allow you to fight.

"That's enough" you saw So'lek, just coming out of healings. You laughed a little to yourself, of course, just what you needed. Send the best warrior to talk to his own race. You ate some fruit, walking away from the place, grabbing your bow again and hissed at the pain in your back that bending over just a bit generated.

"Yeah, I think that was enough time off" you spoke between grunts. So'lek's scent reminded you of what you couldn't be and being in the same space as him complicated you. You didn't hate him, but you envied his state. Healthy, free, not needing humans to follow him wherever he went because his back worked perfectly fine.

Everything you couldn't be.

...

"How are you feeling?" asked Dr. Alma, looking at you passively. You scoffed, but shrugged, not responding. "Anything new to add?" you denied. "Everything as usual?"

"As usual" you concluded, trying to stand up, but the wires attached to you stopped you, you only managed to move the machines with you and the woman's hand rested on your shoulders, seeking to reassure you.

"Okay, I understand that this situation is not to your liking, but it's the only way you can get back to being better. That's what you're looking for, isn't it? To go and fight? To go back to being a hunter? A warrior?" she sounded almost sweetly, as if it wasn't something that was repeated to you every day. You sighed, taking the wires off in one fell swoop, tossing them aside and groaned as you stood up from the gurney, this time taking a couple of steps away from her.

"Be somebody, Dr. I want to be somebody again" you clarified, feeling the obvious annoyance in your body. Whenever you had revisions, something always told you to get out of there, the discomfort, your intuition, your instincts. You didn't belong in a place full of numbers you didn't understand or complex words only understood between humans or puppets.

Walking through the halls, you couldn't help but feel that the stares were heavier than ever. More than every day. You were a warrior, they must have been afraid of you! Why were they looking at you with pity?

As you left that space, that steel cage, you felt the scent of nature, the flowers growing around you, the animals talking to each other, communicating with life.

You noticed a small fire on one side. So'lek was there, checking his songcord. He seemed alone. You sharpened your eyes, wondering if it would be a good idea to approach him.

Whenever you saw him, you thought about how different they were. He was a full-fledged warrior, the humans respected him enough not to talk to him too much and many of the na'vi warriors from other clans who came recognized him for what he was, a brave companion and brother who sacrificed day and night for mother earth, for his people, for all the fallen, for each of you. You could take months counting day by day all those he had saved, throwing himself into danger. Even there you were, several times he had done his best to save you from the humans. When your arrows ran out, when your back pain was the most unbearable and left you helpless.

It was him. And that pissed you off. Because you always owed your life for him, but you could never save him. Because you couldn't. Your body couldn't afford something so extreme. As if it were ceramic, as if it were glass. Like an article of clothing that could easily be cut or snagged on a branch. That's why it was best to keep it tucked away, hidden from anyone who could hurt it.

"I see you, So'lek" you greeted, extending your hand towards him and he, with a calm look, nodded, closing his eyes.

"I see you."

You sat down next to him, getting into a specific position that could avoid the sharp pain in your lower back, almost reaching your thighs. You hissed, settling in.

"I see the pains are still present. The humans have not been able to help you?" he asked politely. You denied, squeezing your eyes shut a little and no longer feeling anything, you gave a sigh.

"Not really. I don't think they can do anything for me." you admitted, watching the wood burn for a few seconds. On the other side, So'lek was still looking at you, in a way you couldn't quite identify. You didn't want to believe it was pity. He should see you as an equal, shouldn't he?

"In the morning… Why did you go to the camp?" you watched him settle in and could almost feel scolded. "You could have hurt yourself on the way there and you don't have weapons like theirs. It was stupid. Impulsive."

"Because I'm stupid… and impulsive. Like a Bone Helm Rhino" you smiled at the last. They tended to call you that. You were stubborn, too stubborn not to accept that going and shooting humans was suicide for you.

"Yes, I think I see the similarity" he nodded and you looked at him. He mimicked your action and you looked down, not out of embarrassment, but out of discomfort. You weren't used to being close to him and a conversation couldn't lead you to that. "A warrior who can't fight… almost like a fable of our people…" he commented and you looked at him again. This time, you didn't look away.

"I don't like that title. I prefer something more ostentatious, like 'wounded warrior who follows to the death'" you tried to take the weight off your troubles, but you saw him settle back, cocking his head to one side.

"Bone Helm Rhino it is, then."

"A good title…if I knew how to wear it right."

"'Foolish inflexibility and unyielding determination are two sides of the same coin, Warrior" he commented, slowly getting to his feet, handing you some arrows. "You choose what you want to prove. Take a chance, but be wise with your decisions. Do not allow yourself to die. Your people… we are waiting for you at the end of the day."

You preferred to believe that the warmth spreading through your body was because of the campfire and not because his words were something that made you feel good. And for the first time in a long time, a feeling passed over the tingling that spread from your back down. Peace.

You looked at the arrows in your hands and settled back, hugging your legs. The bonfire would be extinguished before long, but you decided to stay outside a while longer.

" Unyielding determination…" you whispered to yourself. The only witnesses to that were the night and the small insects flying around. "Yeah, I guess that doesn't suit me" you laughed a little, for every chuckle, a little strum in your lower back pulled the muscles around it.

"Not even a little bit".

...

"You're doing good. Now, raise your arm a little more" you felt his hand tilt your elbow up and took a couple of breaths to keep from thinking about the pain. "How do you feel?"

"Like my insides are going to explode, thanks for asking" you spoke in a slightly higher pitched tone of voice and saw the opposite nod.

"Yes, I was told you might feel that way" you knew he wouldn't do it in front of you, but you noticed how he held back a small smile and you raised an eyebrow, grimacing "Eyes front. Both eyes open. You know where you need to aim" he indicated and you nodded. "Good. Shoot" you slowly released your breath and pulled the trigger.

"Perfect. You didn't hit the target. I didn't expect you to" he took the gun for you though. "The Kame'tire Clan's meds are just trying to take effect on you after all."

"So this was all just to make fun of me?" you asked, still in a bit of pain, but slowly dissipating. You denied, emptying the magazines.

"For testing. See if you could handle the gun and its weight. At least this way you can be more protected if you keep sneaking off to RDA camps" he commented nonchalantly and you got a little self-conscious.

"You don't mind if I go?"

"It's not a question of whether I care or not. It's about your safety. As long as you're secure and alive, I think I have worse things to worry about" he admitted. You smiled a little and before he left - because these 'classes' were brief because of his missions - you took his wrist.

"Thank you, So'lek. For… making me feel like someone again."

He hesitated a bit to respond. Avoiding looking you in the eye.

"You've always been someone. The only one who thinks differently is you, Nawkx" he nodded slightly and you let go. "But I'm glad I brought you back to a good view of yourself."

You smiled to yourself and cocked your head to one side, watching him leave. This time, there was no campfire to evade your thoughts about him.

But it didn't bother you at all to deny it.

"Thinking of something?" you looked to the side of you, So'lek arranged one of the feathers dangling from your hair. You shook your head, smiling as you set the basket full of fruit down in the center of the table. "I hope you didn't go to fight humans again?" you feigned indignation, with a chuckle.

"Me? Fighting humans? How dare you…" you cut the root of one of the fruits with the blade "After all, there are almost none."

"Exactly, almost. You always manage to find them." he reminded you and you rolled your eyes, turning to hug him. "Don't think it'll work like the old days… I can smell your lies."

"Oh, silly me, thinking I could outwit my mate with a show of affection so I could go fight like the warrior I used to be" you faked your voice, throwing your head back and reaching past your back, So'lek's strong arms held you.

"The warrior who couldn't fight and did it anyway. A good tale to tell."

"Just telling. Living it is a bit boring" you snuggled into the space between his neck, purring a little. A dry chuckle came from his throat and he nodded.

"I can imagine, Ma Nawkx."

a/n ;; it took me forever!!! i'm really sorry if it wasn't exactly how it was asked and sorry if it wasn't to your liking! i hope that in the future you'll still like to ask for another request! honestly i like how it kinda turned because i struggled at first how to write it 😔😔 i was listening to 'harpy hare' by yaelokre while writing this btw anyways, i love y'all ¡!