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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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[0-animelover-0]

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."

[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

[ban-nix]

🤭🤭🤭

Who else are So'lek fan?

[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.

[yesimilkdamilkman]

ʚɞ𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐖 𝐒𝐎'𝐋𝐄𝐊ʚɞ

-`♡´-𝐒𝐨'𝐥𝐞𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐍𝐚'𝐯𝐢! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-`♡´-

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I literally finished just now. Thanks again to @neteyamsyawntu for making Kinkmas! All of the kinkmas prompts will be posted at the same time every day! (5:30 PM CST time) 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

summary: You were freezing even being close to the fire, so So'lek helped the only way he knew.

WARNINGS: Spanking, cursing, p in v, unprotected sex, cum-shot.

Words: 546

The forest had gotten extremely cold, these past few days. Winter was approaching, and animals were going into hibernation, or going south to warmer climates. But the na'vi stay in the forest all year, even when it gets cold. You and So'lek were heading back to the camp, but you both needed somewhere to rest for the night. Y’all had found a tree to rest under for the night.

But even with the fire you both were freezing, you were as close to the fire as you could be, but you were still shivering; teeth clattering against one another. So'lek was bothered by the cold, but he knew how to hide it.

But he hated seeing you suffer, so he helped out in the only way he knew. Now you're still next to the fire for any extra warmth. just with your face buried into the dirt, and ass in the air. With one of So'lek's hands planted firmly on your waist pulling you back to meet his hips. And the other holding yours together.

"ah-, fuck!" you gasp, as his pelvic bone slams into your ass. "So'lek slo-slow d-down," you pleaded with him as you choked out a few moans. He heard, you know he did. He ignores you, picking up the pace as he rolls his hips in a circular motion; groans spill from his mouth, as he feels you clench around him.

You were all sweaty, hot, and tired. Tears run down your face as you whine and moan, at the feeling of So'lek's dick hitting your spot repeatedly. So'lek took the hand that was holding yours together and slapped your ass a few times. Making you put both of yours on his hips, trying to push him away. "Move your hands," he stated, you didn't. "Move your hands,' he said coldly, but you kept them there.

"Move. Your. Fucking. Hands," but once again you kept them there. (You should've moved your hands, babe.) He grabbed the base of your kuru and pulled it; harshly. You yelped moving your hands, one in front of you and the other started rubbing your kuru. He pulled out of you, and pushed you on your back, forcing you into a mating press.

Before you could react to anything else, he was stuffing himself back into your velvet walls. He started pounding you senseless, " wai- ahh." You tried speaking, but couldn't due to So'lek's relentless pounding the only thing you could do was scream as hot tears ran down your face. He was hitting your spot perfectly; too perfect. You felt a knot forming in your stomach, you were gonna cum. So'lek's strokes started growing sloppy, he was close too. He knew you were going to cum soon, he could tell by the way you tightened around him. 'Fuck, you're tight" he spoke through a strained groan.

"Im gon- gonn-," you were cut off, as a wave of pleasure hits you, your walls spasming, muscles cramping, as you gush around him. He thursted a few more times, before letting out a moan, pulling out with hot, sticky ropes of a blue-tinted cum land on your stomach.

"Are you warm now, tìyawn (love)?" He said, laying down next to you, and pulling your body closer to his.

Taglist: @pandoraslxna, @neteyamsyawntu

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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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Chosen|pt7

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The morning came quickly. Lay’ra woke up in her parents embrace. The girl smiled, happy to receive the love of her family.

“My daughter what are you smiling for?” Ronal, who had just woke up asked brushing a strand of hair from her daughter’s face.

Tonowari also woke up looking at his daughter. He looked at his mate and daughter, quietly listening.

“I like this, that’s why I’m smiling” Lay’ra answered her mother. Smiling brightly at her.

Ao’nung and Tsireya also woke up. They looked at their sister. The siblings were worried for her. They didn’t know about what happened to her before she came to their village, they only knew that it was not good.

“Sister you’re awake” Tsireya smiled sitting up.

“Are you okay now?” Ao’nung asked the older girl.

“Thank you, Ao’nung, Tsireya. I am fine” Lay’ra turned to her siblings and chuckled.

Their faces brightened, their sister being okay was making them happy.

“Shall we go to communal breakfast now?” The older girl asked looking up at her parents.

Both Tonowari and Ronal smiled at their daughter. She was a sweet and caring girl. The parents stood up from the sleeping mats. Tonowari took Tsireya’s right hand in his left one and Lay’ra’s left in his right one, while Ronal took Ao’nung’s left hand and Lay’ra’s right hand. The parents pulled their children up. The children laughed happily.

After the laughter died down they exited their marui. Going to the place where communal breakfast will take place.

Lay’ra let go of her parents hands and took both Ao’nung and Tsireya’s hands in her own and ran to sit down. Their parents joined them during down beside the children.

Jake who was walking with his family to attend the communal breakfast stopped in his tracks when he saw Lay’ra but then started walking again. Neytiri noticed it but let it go.

Since their arrival it was tense between them and Lay’ra. They didn’t know how to fix their mistakes. Giving her time was hard, they wanted to talk to her, embrace her, have her beside them. But it’s their fault, their fault, what they have done cannot be reversed.

Lay’ra looked at the sully family, seeing the children she smiled. She loves her biological siblings. She did. And she wanted to be closer to them, but that also meant that she will have to interact with the parents.

Lay’ra sighted. She will have to teach the sully parents after breakfast. She took their leaf with her food and started eating. Taking bits of fish and pieces of fruit in her hand and putting it in her mouth. She chewed and looked at the villagers who were talking with wide curious eyes, her ears twitching at the sound and laughter.

The girl always wanted to know what was going on. So she always listened to what others were saying. She like any other liked to gossip. Once she saw her older friend sitting with a boy she had a crush on, she nudged Tsireya and quietly pointed at them.

Tsireya looked at the direction and smiled. Lay’ra wanted to laugh but held it in. Her friend was already at the age of mating. So seeing her with the boy she liked it was interesting.

The girls laughed together quietly. Ao’nung looked at his sisters and raised an eyebrow. The girls stopped for a second before the both of them burst out laughing, falling on their backs. The clueless and confused Ao’nung looked at his mother who chuckled. When he looked at his father he saw the same clueless expression. Tonowari just shrugged continuing with his meal.

It was these kind of moments that Lay’ra loved. She wanted them to last.

Jake and Neytiri on the other hand looked glum. They ate their meal silently. Kiri and Tuk who were watching Lay’ra and Tsireya stood up. Kiri took Tuks hand in hers and walked to Lay’ra.

Kiri and Tuk made sign of ‘I see you’ to the Tsahik and the Olo'eyktan. Ronal and Tonowari nodded at the girls.

Lay’ra seeing the sully sisters walk closer sat up pulling Tsireya to also sit. They tried to muffle their laughter covering their mouths with their hands. Kiri and Tuk were confused until Lay’ra told them what she told Tsireya.

When the girls saw the lovely dovely couple they also started laughing. Now it was Neteyam’s and Lo’ak’s, who were watching from beside their parents, turn to be confused by their sister’s laughter. They turned their heads to Ao’nung who, like his father, shrugged.

The clan was used to this kind of thing. It made the mornings more lively with the laughter of the tsakrem.

After that breakfast passed. Kiri and Tuk were talking with Lay’ra and Tsireya as they finished their meals. Now it was time for the lessons. Tsireya and Ao’nung will teach the sully children while she, will teach the parents.

The older girl put her leaf olin the pile of other leafs to be washed and reused.

(I don’t know how this works so I am making some things up. Please bear with me 🥹)

The girl walked to Jake and Neytiri and stood in front of them, her hands clasped behind her back.

“Are you ready for the lesson?” She looked at them. They were sitting on the sand before standing up.

“Yeah” Jake said. Neytiri nodded.

Lay’ra started walking, expecting them to follow her. It was as if the conversation yesterday was forgotten. In reality it really wasn’t. She just won’t let it get to her.

They arrived at the place. There was a big, flat boulder. She climbed on it and gestured for them to do the same as she sat down and crossed her legs. They copied her action.

“Do you know how to sign?” She asked them. They shook their heads.

“How to call an ilu?” Again they shook their heads.

“Well then that’s what we will be working on today.” She closed her eyes and sighted before opening them again.

“Sign language allows for communication in environments where speech is not possible, like underwater” She explained.

“If you want to live here you have to learn it. I will be teaching you once a day on sign language. Today we will learn the basics signs like” She thought for a moment before doing a sign.

“This means mother, and this” Lay’ra did another sign.

“This means father” She looked at the both of them.

“Did you get it?” They looked at her with confused eyes before nodding. She raised an eyebrow.

“Repeat it” Jake’s ears shoot up. He tried to mimic the sign, it turned out messy. She looked at Neytiri who was also trying to do the same.

“It’s a start. If you practice you will get it” The girl smiled a little. It was funny to watch them trying to adapt.

She showed them other signs like water, forest, family.

“Learn them by the day after tomorrow.” They silently nodded. Neytiri looked at the smaller girl.

“What… is the sign for daughter” Neytiri asked slowly.

“This is daughter” The girl made another sign.

“And this is son” She signed the word.

Neytiri nodded trying to do the same with her hands. Jake watched his mate trying to repeat the hand movements.

The girl stood up and hopped off the boulder in to the water. Her tail was swaying from side to side.

“You have to learn how to call an ilu.” She said to the two omaticaya na’vi.

Lay’ra made clicking sounds with her mouth. Calling an ilu which swam to her rubbing its face to her leg. The girl smiled.

“You will try, come down.” She looked at them waiting.

The couple carefully jumped down in the water. Looking at the smaller girl for instructions.

“Call for them. Try to mimic the clicking sound I made” She instructed them. Neytiri was hesitant to call but she still tried.

Lay’ra winced. Well they are starting from scratch so it’s okay.

“You will learn. We will practice.” She nodded to herself.

She taught them for a few more hours before it was time to end the lesson.

“Today is done. Go to my father and mother. They will teach you to ride.” She turned to leave her tail swaying in the water.

[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.

[fried-peaches00]

Late Night Talks

Teylan x Sarentu Reader

Ratings: SFW, a little fluff, a little angst

Word Count: 800

Spoilers for the beginning of the cloudy forest story arc!!!

Kczz…kz…”Hello…” Kcz

The soft static buzz of the walky-talky resting at your side interrupted by a timid voice whispering meekly into the night rouses you from your sleep. While the rest of the resistance gathers around the fire to enjoy a meal and a moment of rest in light of the first — albeit small and mediocre — victory since being flushed from the Kinglor Forest, you retreat to the living quarters. After another long day of close calls with increasingly agressive beasts both feral and RDA alike you chose to revel in the warm lights, tapestries and bean bags among the barrack-like bunk beds. Just as you had barely drifted to sleep to the sounds of distant laughter and soft conversations your walks-talky buzzes to life. 

It takes you a moment in your stupor to orient yourself, picking up the comms device much like you used to a phone in you TAP days,

”Hello?” You exhale, rubbing your face.

kczvvv…” I miss you…”

You jump to sit upright, becoming unsteady and light headed in the process. You would know that voice anywhere. You heard those same three words on long stretches of being with the Zeswa or deep in the Kinglor Forest, far from the Dyer’s Bowl and resistance headquarters. 

“Teylan!” You wince realizing how loud you were. These days his name was a grimaced at, a slur almost. Blinded by his loneliness and naivety, his actions were responsible for the death of many friends and loved ones. You haven't heard from him since that first day when you escaped the helicarrier, no matter how often you chatted into the void of the walkie talkie static on long nights spent trekking among the trees. After so long you had begun to fear if he had done something stupid, permanent,

”Teylan, are you okay? Where are y-“

”I don’t want you to come for me, I’m okay for the night… I just… I need to hear your voice.” He sighs shakily. He berates himself with shame for even entertaining the idea of contacting you after what he’s done let alone going through with it, you can hear it in the hesitation between each fragmented sentence. It takes every fiber in your being to not insist you should bring your boy home,

”Okay, only if you promise you’re alright.” You bite your lip, leaning to get a better view of the hallway through the shelves acting as dividers for the sleeping quarters. 

”I miss you too, Teylan. I worry about you a lo-“

” I never should have done it!” He explodes, feedback from the walkie-talkie piercing through your skull,

”I wanted us to be together again and was blinded by my own stupid-Stupid!” He sniffles, taking a few shallow breaths,

”And now… We were further apart than ever… People died because of me. My friends died. Hajir and Daniella. I miss them.”  You hear him take a strained sob,

”An- And I’ll never get to see you again…” He whispers, breaking your heart. You can’t imagine him alone in some computer terminal, cold and lonely upon his own exile. He should be here, with you, warm tucked under your arm. Or at the very least celebrating with the rest of your friends, filling his belly with good food the Kama’tire and Zeswa bring from their homes,

”Breath, Baby. Take a deep breath.” Teylan heaves a few shallow, painful sounding, breathes before taking a shaky sigh,

”You know that’s not true, Teylan, You can have your space but I won’t let you stay away forever.” You murmur, looking towards your pouch containing the paper RDA map you recovered from an abandoned base; laden with marks for searched locations and clues of Teylan’s whereabouts,

”I can’t lie to you, honey, you fucked up big time.” You wince hearing him whimper into another set of sobs,

”But you aren’t the only one. Nor, Priya, and shit. Alma fucked up the worst… I can’t bring myself to burden you with this right now but at this point I just want to move forward.” A moment of heavy silence hovers, dampening the joyous chatter of your friends and teammates across the hideout, leaving you alone with the memories of your clan's demise and standing on the grave of your mentor. You can’t help but wonder if Teylan feels the same weight in whatever far off crevice he’s concealed himself in, 

“I just want the RDA gone, Teylan. I want you home…” 

It’s another few moments of silence. Followed by many more. It sounds like this conversation is over. You settle back down into the blankets and beanbags covering the cold metal floor. With a sigh, your resolve is set,

”Goodnight, Teylan. I miss you too.”

It doesn’t matter where he’s hidden himself away. You have decided you would take to the skies. No matter how many days, weeks, months it would take— You would bring your boy home. Whether he likes it or not,

”I love you, baby.”

And those four words were all he needed to hear.

[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

[palulukantsyipp]

whoops, my hand slipped 😋

— (WIP) self aware! sarentu, nor, ri’nela, teylan, so’lek, eetu x player!occultist????gn! reader

due to this being a wip, info is subject to change. more utc!

LOL i only just noticed but i meant magnum* opus

new project 🤧 i couldnt help myself ;;

i named the protag haway! it means lullaby, and i figured the name would be perfect because the sarentu are nomadic storytellers (thus their voices r immensely important in sharing their experiences). the voices given to the player are very melodic imho so i thought it fit 🤭

here’s a lil sneak peek at what to expect!

— tawtute (human).

SYNOPSIS:

the remaining sarentu gather around the fire for the first time since leaving tap, their blood rushing as they recount the wonders of the pandora that was withheld from them.

but the gaggle isn’t alone, it seems — the four of them sneak confused glances at each other at the sounds of someone interjecting in a sweet voice… but the conversation continues as scripted, no matter how much they struggle.

once you log out, the three jump at the opportunity to interrogate haway. they didn’t seem surprised at the voice, so why is that? what is going on?

their explanation and what it implies leave the remaining three at a loss. how lovely you sound… they’ll stop at nothing to bring you to them, your otherwordly tawtute status be damned.

even if your presence drives them to each other’s throats.

— i might delegate so’lek and eetu to part 2… six na’vi is a lot to write for a first part. maybe i’ll write etuwa and nesim too? with a special guest, perhaps! i’ll keep yall posted lollll

[0-animelover-0]

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.

[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 ¡!

[nyrtopia]

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ﾟ。 Dating Ri'nela ✉

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Avatar Frontiers Of Pandora | Ri'nela x Gender Neutral Reader | Fluff !!

➥ Very protective, she always has been. Ever since she was younger she looked out for everyone else, and now she looks out for you.

➥ Always the one to bandage you up after missions, it pains her to see you hurt but she feels as though she's the best person to take care of you when you're in pain.

➥ A total cuddle bug. She's not one for PDA, so she finds solace in the time you two have alone in your pod. Or if you're out on a mission by yourselves, laying with one another under the stars.

➥ Her love languages are Quality Time and Words of Affirmation. She isn't a very touchy person unless it's in private. But she is willing to talk you up to anyone who will listen, she's genuinely proud of you and your accomplishments!

➥ Always hearing her hum a Sarentu melody, it's engraved in her bones. When she's hunting, when she's eating, you will always hear it.

➥ If you're not Sarentu, she teaches you (what little) songs she remembers. Her hope is to bring the Sarentu traditions back to life one day.

➥ If you're Aranahe, you're telling her stories about the Sarentu, stories your grandmother told you when you were younger. You hope it makes her feel more connected to her roots.

➥ Not a open flirter, she'll sneak a few compliments here and there. It's never something too obvious, hours later you'll realize she was flirting and not just being polite.

➥ Taking her for rides on your ikran, and helping her when it's time for her Iknimaya.

➥ If you're Aranahe, you apply your traditional war paint on her as a way of connecting the two of you.

➥ Before you start dating she's weary of you going out on missions, she's seen bad things happen to people who are careless. But as you return she thanks the great mother that you're safe. Bringing you into a hug that lasts a little longer than normal.

➥ Whenever you're not hunting or fighting, you're spending your time with her. Looking after things at the resistance, learning more about the Sarentu ways, all sorts of things.

➥ You bringing her all of her favorite fruits when she's over working herself, attempting to take her mind off things that stress her out.

➥ The feathers on your bow match the feathers in her hair. You decided to add them when you brought your bow in for an upgrade.

➥ She LOVES compliments, not the generic kind. But the ones that actually apply to her, it makes her giddy whenever you come up with creative compliments.

➥ Hunting for her!! She's always busy so you help make sure she's properly eating, you get the food and have Relun cook it. He makes the best food after all.

➥ After you mated, she helped weave in a feather into both of your songcord's, to symbolize your union within eywa.

➥ She is SO good with kids, she wants some of her own. But not until the RDA are completely gone from Pandora.

➥ If you aren't Sarentu, she's a bit hesitant to share her story. But eventually when she warms up to you, it's by the fire on a hunting trip. The two of you are eating Yovo fruit, and you ask about her life as a child.

➥ She braids your hair for you, in a similar pattern to the way hers is. She was taught by Nor and now helps you when you need it.

➥ Overall, you are Ri'nela's home. The comfort in her stormy life, when things are rough you're the one she goes to because you know how to make her feel better.