#Na’vi payakan

[sullyfortress]

Because I keep showing off Payakans locks, the three signiture styles, and then what he would look like with dreads. Man bun is my favorite. *chefs kiss*

[tears-of-moonlight]

I love how even though I’m not a blue alien that lives on a bioluminescent moon, I still can relate and love these brothers

[drabblesbyjubs]

Seeing y’all thirst for the men I’ve been thirsting for since before the word ‘thirst’ meant anything other than water is really funny imo

[hislaevv]

if tulkun were built like na’vi ๑ nsfw

note: Recently found human Payakan fan art and 😵‍💫 he’s so fiiine. Suggestive content. Monster fucking (??). Na’vi!tulkun x reader. Bear with me on this one please, character building was complicated. Reblogs are appreciated <3

There was no telling what it was, but it barely mattered when it was fucking the inhibitions out of you with its mouth. You should be ashamed of how easily you left yourself go, especially for this creature, one so unrecognizable and foreign.

It was so handsome, silver hair reflecting its royal blue skin, so dark that it almost looked black. Sporting eyes and patterns of tulkun, while the rest seemed built similar to the Na’vi.

A spotted face peaked from in between your trembling thighs, each drag from its ribbed tongue on your cunt sent you spiraling into the sand beneath you.

“ Oh, Eywa! “

Screams and profanities filled the midnight air as you writhed unable to help yourself. It was too much, too inside of you, your body too aware of the sensations traveling across itself.

It loved the way your cunt leaked so heavily around it’s tongue, lapping away at every drop as if careful not to waste any. You’re even more horrified when your body subconsciously jerks forward, demanding it to continue the assault it had on your insides.

Once more, you feel it curl around the right spots, even harder this time. Your friend eager to please and draw more sounds out of you. Feeling so close, the walls of your pussy desperately squeeze at its girth, searching for release.

Between the pad of its fin like thumb rubbing your clit, and the insistent licking, you lost yourself to the point of losing vision. The world spun, and the stars continued to shine down your fucked out figure.

note: I headcanon that it’s deaf 🙏🏼 but can communicate through sign language and vibrations. I cant wait to write fluff for this.. thing.

Some concept art (by @/sully albums) that inspired this drabble:

I’m wasted while writing this, so if it doesn’t make sense I apologize in advance.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

No thoughts head empty just Bitter by Icandigelvis @oppa86oppa playing on loop 24/7 and the implications of its universe and what happens after.

[anka-partizanka-from-pandora]

Outsiders trio

Eywa’s chosen daughter, the boy who befriended the outlaw Payakan, and now a human-turned-Ash Na’vi.

[normspellsman]

I Believe You

pairing: lo’ak x older sister!reader

genre: angstish, fluff, & comfort (from reader to lo’ak)

word count: 1.7k+

warning(s): sad!lo’ak, mentions of jake scolding + punishing lo’ak, lo’ak crying, reader being the best big sis fr, lo’ak is a total big sister boy, cursing, & sibling bonding

request details: here!

taglist: @aonungsmate @dearstell @goodiesinthecloset21 @optimisticblazetrash @thatonegirlwiththebeanie367 @minkyungseokie @liyahsocorro @universal-s1ut @amortencjja @arminsgfloll @blushhpeachh @sweetirilly @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @bambisposts-blogs (requested the plot! <3)

word bank: toruk makto — rider of last shadow, tawtute — human; sky person, & tulkun — whale like creature residing in awa’atlu

note: was originally titled “my baby bro” but then i came up with this plot & trashed my original idea bc i felt like i could write this better & actually have motivation to write this :).

Lo’ak is known for getting in trouble. Either his loud mouth or actions, mostly both, got him into scuffles with his parents. This time was no different.

He had bonded with Payakan, a tulkun who was outcasted for something that any other being would do when forced to see their Mother be killed in front of them. In Lo’ak’s eyes, Payakan’s actions were driven by his sadness and were justifiable to a point. He knew how much the creature regretted the lives lost that day. If the same thing were to happen to him, Lo’ak would react the same way.

He felt understood by Payakan. They both had a significant physical difference from the rest of their species, making them feel isolated and alone in the large planet of Pandora. Made them feel judged and ridiculed for being different from the rest.

Not even thirty minutes prior, Lo’ak got chewed out by his Father, scolding him for talking back to the Olo’eyktan and doing something he, yet again, shouldn’t be doing. His Father never failed to make him feel like the black sheep of the family even though they are more alike than he’d hoped. It sucked. It really did. He just wanted people to see him. See all of him, even the messed up and alien parts of him.

One person only came to mind when he thought about people seeing and accepting him for who he is. You.

You were the eldest daughter of the Sully family. The token child. The perfect image of what a Na’vi should look like. The one that carried the burden of being Tsahìk or Olo’eykte one day. The one who, despite all the push back, saw Lo’ak for who he is.

You absolutely adored Lo’ak when you were younger, only being around the age of four when he was born. You refused to let your parents pry him away from your tiny arms when you held him way longer than you should’ve. You loved holding him and talking to him in the baby voice your Father always did to you and your other siblings, gently running a small finger down the flat bridge of his nose. You loved singing him to sleep or rocking him whenever he began to fuss, dropping everything to come and comfort your baby brother. And even though he is all grown up and is ‘too cool’ for your affections, you still give it to him anyway.

Not like the teen boy would ever admit it, but he loves whenever you’d rub his back when he didn’t feel good, rebraid his hair when it outgrew the current braids, hug him a little too long after a scouting mission, and especially when you’d pat the empty side of your mat for him to lay down on, comforting him with your warm embrace as he dozed off into a peaceful slumber. When he was younger, he was much more greedy with your attention and affections, pouting to you whenever you gave Neteyam or Kiri an extra kiss goodnight or fussing when you didn’t say your usual goodbye before heading off to train for the day. Lo’ak was practically attached to your hip throughout his adolescence years, clinging to your leg wherever you went. There was always a different connection you and Lo’ak had compared to your other siblings. It was something special and was hard to explain. You just understood one another, no matter how either of you looked or what you went through.

“What’s wrong, baby bro?” Your voice asked, concern laced in your voice.

Of course you knew what was wrong. You practically heard the whole thing from the other side of the island. It didn’t take long for Tuk to inform you of what happened when you arrived home either, sadness written on her face as she told you the story and how they haven’t seen Lo’ak since then.

You found him minutes after your interaction with Tuktirey. He was sitting on the beach, staring off into the horizon as the waves lazily lapped at his feet, legs brought up to his chest as his chin rested on his scarred knees.

“Nothing,” Lo’ak mumbled, eyes stuck on the eclipsing sun. He refused to look weak in front of others, not wanting to ruin his image as Toruk Makto’s second son, especially if it was someone he looked up to.

You hummed in response, not believing his statement. Lo’ak was unbelievably stubborn, something he got from your Mother. It was a good trait to have at times, but it made it harder to break down the boys walls when they needed breaking. Too stubborn for his own good, you thought, settling yourself next to your brother.

“Sure, and the sky is green,” you replied, smirking at your stupid joke. But Lo’ak only rolled his eyes and huffed your way, bringing his knees closer to his chest.

You always tried to crack a joke or two to make him feel better. It worked at times, usually when he was younger. You hadn’t tried this method in a while, too caught up with running away from your home clan and trying to fit into the Metkayina’s way of life. You hadn’t been able to comfort Lo’ak the past times he got scolded by your Father. Something that you felt sorry for and regretted. You were the eldest Sully child. You felt the need to comfort all of your siblings whenever they needed it. You felt awful for not being there for your youngest brother when he desperately needed it.

“I think what you did back there was stupid,” you started, your words causing Lo’ak’s ears to pin themselves to the sides of his head, “Talking back to the Olo’eyktan was really stupid. Especially in front of the Tsahìk. I mean, she scares the absolute shit out of me.”.

Your words seemed to have an effect on Lo’ak as you heard a small sniffle come from him, signaling that he was going to cry or already was. Your heart dropped at that fact, urging yourself to finish your thoughts.

“But, I think it was also brave,” you add on, turning your head to face Lo’ak, watching his reactions, “I don’t think I could ever do what you did. I’d probably shit my pants before speaking to Tonowari like that. You truly have bigger balls than me, little brother. I also think that it was sick that you bonded with a tulkun. I mean, that’s gotta be like, a record or something! First Omatikaya to ever bond with a tulkun.”.

And before Lo’ak could even utter a word, you wrapped up your thoughts with a final, “Has a nice ring to it: Lo’ak, the Tulkun Rider.”.

Fat tears run down the expanse of Lo’ak’s cheeks, rolling down the skin and onto his neck and chest. He felt so frustrated with his parents and how no one was listening to him about Payakan. How no one cared about what he saw or what he felt when he bonded with the creature. He saw what he saw and felt what he felt. He knew out of any of them the truth about what happened and how much regret Payakan carried around. It wasn’t fair. None of it was.

You gently placed a hand onto your brothers shaking shoulder, bringing him in closer towards your body so he could lean into you. Your four-fingered hand came to grasp his five-fingered hand, thumb rubbing the back of his hand in comfort.

“I’m really sorry that I wasn’t there for you before to comfort you. I should’ve been there for you when you needed me,” you whisper, the hand on his shoulder moving to his head to play with his grown out braids. I’ll have to convince him to let me rebraid them, you thought to yourself, knowing that it won’t take much for him to agree to your request.

“I’m sorry that Dad yelled at you and made you feel the way that you feel. He’s always so harsh on you. It’s not fair,” you added, soothing down his hair as his cries quieted down and softened. “He treats us like soldiers instead of children. He seems to be stuck in his tawtute ways recently,” you continued, shaking your head at the realization.

“For what it’s worth, Lo’ak. I believe you,” you said, causing him to pull away from your figure and to stare up at you in shock.

“You do?” He asked, ears perking back up in interest.

You merely nod, smiling down at your brother, “You’ll have to take me to meet Payakan one day, baby bro.”.

Lo’ak brightly grinned at your words, jumping up to hug you. “You’ll love him, sis! I’ve already told him all about you,” he commented, excitement evident in his voice.

“All good things I hope,” you laugh out, embracing Lo’ak.

Lo’ak only hummed and nodded in response, suddenly tired from all of the crying he did. He reached up a fist to rub his eye, ears flickering back as he did so. You knew he was tired. You could see it all over his face.

“Turn around,” you whispered, gesturing for your brother to turn his body around so his back would be facing you. He obeyed your order, sitting crossed legged as his tail wrapped around his waist and slightly curled at the end, anticipating your next move.

Once you put your fingers in his hair and began to slowly unbraid each braid one by one, a smile creeped onto Lo’ak’s face as he relaxed against your swift and gentle fingers. He missed the times where you would willingly rebraid his hair for him and put beads in his hair that matched the ones in yours. It was nice to have you do something that comforted him when he was child again. It was nice to have you comfort him. It was nice to have you as an older sister.

As time passed and the sky got darker, Neytiri had begun to look for her two missing children, stumbling upon them on the shoreline seated next to each other as they whispered and giggled amongst one another. The Mother of five smiled at the sight before her, heart swelling at the interaction. She knew of the kind of connection you shared, knowing that it ran deep and beyond her understanding as a Mother. She knew that no matter what, you’ll always have each other. Yeah, she thought, he’ll be just fine.

[druigsfavwitch]

My Mate- Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan x Reader

Word Count: roughly 1432

Summary: After the sky people return and Quaritch decides to mess with the wrong man and his mate

Warning: just like 3 cuss words 💁🏻‍♀️

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The one thing the na’vi really hated was the sky people. They came in their world and tried to do ewya knows what. They killed multiple of the na’vi and the creatures of pandora. To be honest, Jake was embarrassed that he used to be one of them. But, he had changed. He saw the world through Neytiri’s eyes. He saw pandora for what she really was and he loved her. 

After Jake and Neytiri had their children, they did have the lingering worry of ‘what if’. They knew the sky people would return eventually. It was bound to happen. They just didn’t realize that their war with Quaritch wasn’t over. Not yet, anyways

They had so many blissful years of peace, minus Lo’ak getting into trouble every other day. It was peaceful. They had their family. Pandora was calm, safe, beautiful. How it should always be

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Neteyam loved a lot of things about pandora. His family. Ewya. Pandora. His clan. You. You and Neteyam had been friends since your early years. He was there for you and you for him. He was there for you when your parents got killed by the sky people. You were there for him after Jakes daily rant. You guys were in love. Completely in love. So in love, the future Olo’eyktan took you to the same place parents mated at the day you turned 18. An act of love under the eye of Ewya.

It was only a few months after you had mated officially that Quaritch attacked. You had been drug along with Lo’ak, Kiri, Tuk and Spider. Quaritch was confused at who you were at first. Let’s be honest, he’s probably still confused. A random girl with the sully kids? Easy prey though. Jake and Neytiri eventually came and saved the day. Neteyam was there too but he was mainly forced to grab you guys as Neytiri and Jake fought the bad guys. He held you extra close that night.

Then, Jake made you all move. For the family. His family. The journey was long but it was worth it when you all arrived. The Metkayina we’rent welcoming at first but nothing that a little learning couldn’t fix. You learned faster then the other sully’s. They could have been a little envious but they saw it as a sign from Ewya that it would all be ok. 

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The months of peace were once again interrupted by the sky people. Quaritch, along with spider, were on the hunt for you all. And they were close. After killing Ronal’s spirit sister and her baby, it was practically war. Lo’ak tried to go warn Payakan and found out he was marked for death. You all tried to loosen the device. When it did eventually come out, you grabbed it. “I’ll lead them away. Go back.” You said jumping on your ilu. Neteyam grabbed your shoulder. “No, My Tiyawn. Let me.” He tried to plead with you. You smiled at him and leaned your forehead against his. “I’ll be back, muntxatan.” Then you made Tsaheylu and sped off, leading the sky people away. 

You had managed to lead them away and swam back to the clan when you saw them all gathered around the sky peoples ship with Jake further forward than the rest. You quickly saw that Lo’ak, Tsireya and Tuk where tied up on the ship. You swam to the group and decided to stay hidden for a few. You watched from the back as Payakan slammed into the ship. This caused an opening for Neteyam and he quickly ran in to save the three. You, however had realized you had no weapons. You quickly swam back to the pod and grabbed your bow and arrow. You stashed your knife with you as well. However, instead of taking the ilu back, you called for your ikran. It was now of never

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Meanwhile, back on the ship, Quaritch had managed to capture all of the sully’s and tie them up. He walked around them, boots crunching in the water. “Well, Jake, Looks like i won. Checkmate.” Tuk was crying and Neytiri was trying her best to comfort her but it was hard to do while tied up.

None of them were going to mention the fact he left a sully out. That he had forgotten one. The mate of The oldest son. A fierce warrior. The most important piece in this game of chess, The queen.

You flew your ikran around, surveying the area. You saw that Quaritch had them all tied up. Your family. Your mate. You were furious. The kind of rage you’ve never felt. Neytiri had told you she has felt a burning fire of a rage before. The kind that you would hate to be on the receiving end of. This had to be that rage. Regardless, Quaritch was going to pay. With his life

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You landed your ikran quietly and swiftly took out the guards outside, wether it was landing and arrow between their eyes or slicing their throat open. They were falling regardless. You made your way towards Quaritch and the Sully’s. He was completely oblivious. You wanted him to feel fear. Pain. You saw a guard standing inches in front of him. You quietly pulled the bow back and took your shot. It landed right between the fools eyes. Quaritch snapped his head around and saw the skxawng’s head fall. The sully’s were freaked out at first. Then Jake, Neytiri and Neteyam looked at the arrow and smirked. Lo’ak took a second to realize who’s arrow it was. He looked at Quaritch. “You’re screwed now, cuz.” Quaritch walked over to him and grabbed him by his queue. “Who is that?!” He screamed. Lo’ak just smirked at him. Neteyam spoke up next. “My mate.” Quaritch looked at him, clearly confused. “You forgot a Sully. A pretty important one.” Jake spoke up. Just then, you walked out of the shadows, bow in hand. The look on your face spoke for it all. Rage. Anger. Revenge. “You. I knew you were related to them somehow.” He spoke, his eyes never leaving yours. He reached down while maintaining eye contact and grabbed a gun. “Now they can watch me kill you.” He smirked. You stopped in your tracks and turned your head. “You have it confused. It’s me who’s killing you.” He threw the first punch so to speak. He pulled the trigger on the gun as you ran to the other side. He may have the training of a marine but he doesn’t have warrior training like you do. You disappeared back into the shadows. Watching. Like a predator. “Come out, bitch. We have unfinished business.” You ran out from behind him and jumped on his back. He hissed and threw you off. You, however, where not fazed. You slid across the floor and maintained  your balance. You bared your teeth at him and let out a loud hiss. He tried to hiss back. It was pathetic really. You rushed at him and started swinging your knife. The battle was pretty even. Until, somehow, he managed to uppercut you and pin you on the ground. Your knife was out of reach. He went to go plunge his through your chest and it took everything in your strength to hold him back. You were struggling and honestly it looked like you were loosing. You prayed to Ewya for something. Anything. Just then, the boat rocked a bit and your knife started falling towards you. You mustered up the courage to grab it and slam into the back of his neck. He gasped. His grip on his knife loosened and you kicked him off. You grabbed your bow and arrow from the guys skull and pulled it back. Quaritch watched, paralyzed. “Checkmate.” You said as you laid the arrow in his face. When he fell for sure, your raced and cut Jake and Neytiri out first. They freed the rest while you went and freed Neteyam.  “Ma Neteyam.” You said as you hugged him. You leaned out of the hug and kissed him. “Oel Ngati Kameie, Neteyam.” He smiled at you. “I see you too, my mate.” You smiled at him and watched at the sully’s started piling together for a hug. You dragged Neteyam and pulled you guys into the hug. Jake ruffled your head. Neytiri just gave your hand a firm squeeze. This is your family and you would protect them forever.

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a/n: ok so this is my first official fic in like over a year 😭 but i almost had a mental breakdown because i lost like 3 paragraphs 🧍🏻‍♀️

first avatar fic though so how are we feeling? :)

also:

tiyawn: love

muntxatan: husband

[telyscope]

how jealous are they?

neteyam, lo’ak, and aonung x gn!na’vi!reader

also, please send requests. i have no idea what to write

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neteyam

neteyam is right in the middle when it comes to jealousy. he has the self confidence (and ego) to know that all the guys constantly staring at you in awe have no chance with you because they’re nothing compared to him. but, he is not at all fond of people always sneaking winks at you and making flirty remarks when he’s right next to you. he acts as though he doesn’t notice, he finds it amusing letting them be delusional. he’ll swiftly wrap his arm around your waist, still acting like he doesn’t see anyone, and pull you closer until your back is pressed against his chest. he leans down to give you a small but rather desperate kiss on your cheek, and only then will he finally acknowledge the person by greeting them with a threatening glare and a cocky smirk with his lips still on your face. he will take any opportunity to piss off somebody he knows likes you by showing that you only have eyes for him

lo’ak

lo’ak is a jealous man. simple. his jealously is driven by both his insecurity and possessive nature. which because of that, he tends to show his jealousy two different ways. when he’s around you, he expresses his jealously in a protective manner. unlike neteyam, he is much less subtle when he acts on his jealousy. he has no shame in confronting a person when he thinks they were being “too friendly” to you, and often times it isn’t a kind confrontation. not to mention there have been several times he’s ended up fighting somebody because he can’t control his jealousy. but..when he’s alone, his anger turns straight into a sad feeling. often times, the same night something took place because of his jealousy, he’ll ramble to payakan how afraid he is of losing you. his aggressive behavior is him trying to block out his insecurities and fears of you leaving him. although he would never admit that to you, you figured it out a while ago when he would always have the same sad and quiet expression whenever you were patching him up from a fight he caused.

aonung

aonung is overly jealous. he’ll mistake innocent kind gestures as flirting and then get confused as to why you’re mad at him after he hisses at the person. he’s also ten times more jealous if it involves neteyam. both him and neteyam are the eldest sons of a clan leader, and especially because neteyam is a skilled warrior, aonung can’t help but feel possessive over you because he’s afraid you think neteyam is better. whicchhh leads to him doing everything in his capability to keep you away from him. not a day goes by where he doesn’t tell you to stay away from neteyam because he “has the blood of the sky people.” and ever since the sully’s arrival, he’s been following you everywhere. he would alssooo make sure to kiss you right in front of neteyam, as a little reminder for him to back off. and don’t be surprised if he leaves small bite marks right on your neck. it’s his way of telling you you’re his only<3

[artdolliewishes]

One thing I honestly disliked about Avatar Way of Water was Lo’ak and how his arc was about how he felt like an outcast and that nobody understood him. Because, while he is kind of the black sheep of his family, there’s another character who more closely fits with the themes of feeling like you don’t belong anywhere:

Spider “too Na’vi to be human, too human to be Na’vi” Socorro.

When you compare the two characters circumstances and what they both went through, it feels extremely hypocritical to say that Lo’ak is the “outcast” character in this film when Spider is literally right there. At least Lo’ak has a family that loves and accepts him as part of their family, no matter what shenanigans he gets himself up to; he’ll never not be their family.

Spider on the other hand…well I don’t think I need to explain how his “family” situation is not quite as pleasant.

But then I started thinking about why Lo’ak feels outcasted, more specifically I started thinking about why Lo’ak sees himself in Payakan and how that takes this arc from “hypocritical plot point” to “clever set up for future conflict and arcs.”

Think about it. Why are Lo’ak and Payakan considered outcasts? It’s because both of them make bad decisions which have drastic consequences.

In the first twenty minutes of the movie, we see Lo’ak go against his father’s direct orders and that leads to him and Neteyam nearly getting killed. Later on he chooses to lead himself, his best friend, and his two sisters into an unknown situation that ends up with them getting held hostage and Spider getting kidnapped. And finally his decision to go back for Spider ended up with Neteyam getting killed.

To be clear, I am NOT saying that Lo’ak is responsible for Neteyam’s death or that he’s a terrible brother or friend, just that things are complicated and he makes mistakes that have immense consequences.

Payakan is the same way. When the RDA killed his pod he made the decision to go after them, which led to the deaths of other Na’vi. I also don’t fully blame Payakan for this either, but it’s undeniable that the movie wants us to understand that there is some kind of tangible connection between someone’s misguided but well intentioned actions and the horrible consequences that come after.

This is different from the reason why Spider is outcasted, because Spider never did anything that earned him a bad reputation or tarnished others trust in him. The only reason why Spider is stuck in between worlds, not fully accepted by either, is because he’s a human on Pandora who grew up with Na’vi culture. He’s too much of either group to really fit in with the other.

However, as discussed before, Spider does end up making a well intentioned but misguided decision at the end of Way of Water: he saves Quaritch, and in the next few movies we will see the fallout of that decision and the consequences it’ll bring.

Now, obviously Lo’ak is going to be upset with Spider for this, I would be shocked if all of the Sullys weren’t upset with him for some time after they learn the truth, but Lo’ak’s arc in Way of Water is great setup for how he in particular will eventually come to understand and forgive Spider.

Remember what he said to Tsieryu about Payakan after their conversation with Tonowari?

“Does he have to pay for it[his sins] for the rest of his life?….He knows what he did was wrong and he would never do it again.”

Lo’ak’s arc about being outcasted isn’t focused on circumstances beyond one’s control outcasting someone unfairly, it’s about how people who make well intentioned mistakes and reap terrible consequences still deserve a chance to be better and earn forgiveness; they do not deserve to bare those sins forever if they understand that they were wrong.

My guess is that Spider is going to understand that he was wrong for saving Quaritch and have to deal with the consequences, and in doing so and trying to do better he will earn Lo’ak’s forgiveness and understanding.

Or at least, I hope they go this route or something similar lest all of this set up be for nothing.

[sofiast21]

My part of our avatar art-trade with @sullyfortress 🐋🤍

Oh, how I enjoyed drawing a whale mommy, Rut’ani — Na’vi!Payakan’s mother, I’m obsessed with them now.

Love you so bad, @sullyfortress , you’re wonderful 😤🤲🏻🤍

[sullyfortress]

Uncle Payakan and small Pey Pey and Ziri coming up.

in which Ziri and Pey Pey learn that Payakan lives with them because he was outcasted from his own clan and Ziri at 11 is ready to start a war.

[moonlightsolo]

nga yawne lu oer; i love you. 

summary: the rda murders a tulkun and dumps it for the metkayina to find. the village turns into a frenzy, wishing to fight for their brothers and sisters lives. lo’ak runs to warn payakan, but the creature is already marked for death. you and neteyam get split up, causing you to be captured by the avatar mercenaries. neteyam comes to your rescue, but is forced to help lo’ak save spider from the soldiers… 

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!na’vi/human reader

warnings: graphic depiction of character death, weapons, blood, ptsd, non-descriptive implied smut :p, & quaritch. 

note: pls leave feedback on this one. i put my heart n soul into it. i’m also not even listing the word count bc it’s embarrassing how long it is. (it’s 15k) yk it’s gonna be good so go read it rn

part one | part two | part three | part four

the deafening sound of a conch horn mixes in with the storm rolling over the village. 

you, kiri, tuk, neteyam, and lo’ak all go silent. eyes worriedly dart to each other, staring in bewilderment as your brains ponder on what to do. 

“we should go.” neteyam breaks the silence, spinning on his heel. he ducks down under the entrance to the marui and disappears around the bend. lo’ak takes no time to follow his brother, sprinting after him through the rain. 

“come on. it’s okay.” you attempt to reassure the worried child. you grab tuk’s hand to walk outside with her and kiri, a few steps behind lo’ak and neteyam. your hand comes up to shield your eyes from the heavy rain falling from the ominous clouds. 

as you get closer to the center of the village, the growing crowd of metkayina becomes more dense- this is not good.

“my spirit sister and her baby have been murdered by the sky people!” ronal’s voice shouts from somewhere in the center of the irate group of villagers.

you grasp tuk’s hand so tight, afraid she might get lost in the crowd. you can barely make out neteyams head as he pushes through the metkayina, “i’m scared.” the girl whines from behind you. 

“it’s okay. just keep your head down, tuk.” you mumble, wincing as somebody’s sharp elbow collides with your ribs. 

you finally break free from the crowd, instantly spotting jake and neytiri standing in front of ronal and tonowari. neteyam and lo’ak are already standing behind their parents, so you quietly sneak over to them with kiri ahead of you. 

the chief and his wife are on an elevated surface as they speak to their village, “this war has come to us! we knew about this hunting of our tulkun people, but it was over the horizon. far away! now, it is here!” tonowari shouts, and hisses angrily as he delivers the news to his people. 

“you gotta understand how the sky people think! they don’t care about the great balance!” jake tries to calm down tonowari, but it just makes it worse. 

“we don’t answer to sky people!” a metkayina raspily screams from behind you, making you jump. 

“listen! listen to him!” neteyam urges them. 

“the sky people are not gonna stop! this is only the beginning! you gotta tell your tulkun to leave! you gotta tell them to go far away!” jake shouts as he talks with his hands. 

“leave?!” ronal shrieks, “you live among us and you learn nothing!” 

“we will fight to protect our brothers and sisters!” a metkayina man steps forward, slamming his fist roughly against his chest. 

the people yip and screech in agreement, and grow more wild by the second; howling and slamming the bottom of their weapons against the ground. 

“no, no! if you attack, if you fight, then they will destroy you. it would destroy everything that you love!” jake yells.

your eyes dart around nervously at everyone, heart pumping wildly against your ribs. 

the metkayina cry out as they stomp and grow even more furious. “hear my words!” jake desperately pleads the people.

“stay calm! stay calm!” neteyam tries to alleviate the chaos but it doesn’t do anything, “listen to my father! he speaks the truth!”

jake steps forward holding an orange spear-like beacon up to the crowd. the people go silent as they look at what he is holding. 

“you tell the tulkun that if they’re hit by one of these they’re marked for death.” he breathes heavily, “and call for me. i’ll silence it.” 

“saving their lives, that’s all that matters. right?” he looks around at the village, “saving your family.” 

tonowari looks down at his wife, before taking a step up next to jake, “tell the tulkun.” he orders. 

“go.” ronal urges, “go!” 

lo’ak is quick to blend in with the moving crowd, which neteyam takes notice to. you hand over tuk to kiri, “i’ll be right back.” you say to them, quickly sprinting in the direction neteyam took off in. 

just as you’re about to run past them, you spot the boys at the end of a dock arguing, “you gotta keep your skxawng ass here.” you overhear neteyam say to lo’ak. 

“he’s outcast. there’s nobody to warn him but me!” lo’ak argues. 

“bro.” neteyam sighs as he slaps his hand on top of his brothers head, “why do you always have to make things so hard?” 

lo’ak pushes his hand off of him with a grunt, “no. you mean why can’t i be the perfect son like you? the perfect little soldier?” 

neteyam takes a step back from him, chuckling angrily before stepping even closer to his brother- as if he is holding himself back from punching him. “i’m not you!” lo’ak shouts in his face. 

you need to stop this before it gets too heated. 

you run forward, out of breath as if you didn’t eavesdrop on everything that was said. just as you make it to them, lo’ak shoves neteyams arm off of his shoulder, “get off me.” 

“lo’ak!” tsireya calls from the water on her ilu, coming in fast with ao’nung and rotxo. 

before you know it, the youngest sully boy is diving in the water to his ilu and taking off. 

“come on! he’s going to payakan.” neteyam grips your arm to pull you forward, making you stumble. his arm protectively wraps around your waist before he jumps into the water. 

you suck in a sharp breath before the cool water envelopes around your bodies; one of his arms reaches back to he situate your body behind him. he grasps the reins of his ilu, and takes off in the direction of lo’aks trail. 

he breaches the surface, making you gasp as the rain hits the top of your head. you can see lo’ak in the distance, “come back!” you scream out to him which just makes him go even faster. 

kiri and tuk are off to the side, sat on an ilu in the water. “lo’ak!” both of them call after him. 

“he’s going to find payakan!” you and neteyam yell out to them in sync. 

“wait up!” kiri yells as neteyam dives back under the water to follow his brother. your arms tighten around his waist, trying your hardest to not fly off from the speed. 

he chases him all the way to three brothers rocks where payakan is. the creature breaches the water as lo’ak calls his name. 

the animal lets out a loud pained whine as it swims up to him. the tulkun turns in the water, revealing the same orange spear from earlier lodged into his back. this time, it’s beeping. 

the younger boy jumps off of his ilu and onto his back to try and pull the machine out of its skin. 

“oh shit! neteyam! they’re here!” you cry out when a huge ship appears from around one of the giant rocks. 

“we need to help him.” neteyam leaps off the ilu and onto the tulkuns back, leaving you behind on its saddle. you mentally punch him for leaving you behind, but you know that all he was thinking about was getting his brother.

you take control of his ilu, wrapping your hand around the leather handle on the saddle to dive under the belly of payakan. you pull up to breach the surface on the opposite side. 

your legs push up to leap off of the animal, and onto the back of the giant creature- just as tsireya, rotxo and ao’nung arrive and jump onto the creatures back. 

you scurry over to help them pull the machine out, your hands attempt to grip the slippery surface of the beacon. it’s really stuck in there. 

“call it in! call dad!” neteyam yells an order at his brother, who looks at neteyam as if his heart just fell out of his ass, “just go! do it!” 

lo’ak scurries to stand up on the top of the animal as his hand flies to his throat to talk to jake through their comms.

even with five people pulling, there’s absolutely no budge. you let out a frustrated yell when your hands slip off of the damp surface for the hundredth time. 

your eyes continue to glance behind you at the ship as you try to pull it out, “it’s getting closer!” you cry out in a panic. another harsh wave crashes against the side of the tulkuns body, sending a mist of sea water in everybody’s face. 

your mind goes through every possible way you could get this thing out of it, “a rope! does anyone have a rope?!” you yell out, eyes looking over the four na’vi around you. 

neteyam looks over at you, his chest heaving with exertion and terror, “a rope…” he breathes out, pausing for a moment to look around. 

he makes a clicking sound with his throat, summoning his ilu back over to him. he jumps into the water to search through the packs on its side, “hurry up, bro!” lo’ak screams as he comes back from talking to their father. 

neteyam unravels a long rope from inside, throwing the other end to you. it’s almost as if he read your mind when he wraps it around the ilu to utilize the animals strength to help. 

you quickly snatch the thrown rope out of the air and begin wrapping it around the tracking beacon with the help of ao’nung. 

“go, go, go!” the chiefs son tells neteyam, your head continues to check on the proximity of the ship. now they’ve discharged smaller boats into the water that are coming your way, “we have to hurry! they’re coming!”

neteyam gets on the back of his ilu, flapping it’s fins in the water to accelerate forward, now aiding in pulling out the beacon, “pull now!” he orders. 

the four of you muster up all of your strength to try to force the beacon out of its skin, “hurry! we need to hurry!” tsireya cries out.

“pull! harder!” you whine, your hands burn from the scraping of the metal against your palms.  

the beacon suddenly releases from the creatures skin, pulling the rest of you into the water along with it. payakan quickly takes off, the force pushes you even deeper into the rough ocean. you use all your might to swim up to the surface. 

the first thing you see beyond the waves is neteyam swimming away with the beacon in his hand. 

“no! neteyam! no!” you screech out for him as your stomach threatens to release the contents of your dinner. 

you begin to panic; you can’t lose him. you attempt to swim towards him, but he’s quick to dive under the water with his ilu. there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to catch up to him.

“come!” lo’ak grips your upper arm to pull you towards his ilu that he summoned, “he’ll be okay! come on!”

you reluctantly climb onto the back of his animal, wrapping your arms around lo’aks waist as he dives after the rest of them- now going the opposite way of neteyam. you can’t help but look back, in attempt to find him in the open water. 

the boy halts underneath tall stalks of seaweed, hiding himself beneath the giant leaves as the boats pass by. you glance over at kiri and tuk hiding underneath the one beside you. 

the main ship releases more boats, but ones that can now dive under the water. you tap lo’ak’s arm to get his attention, pointing at the submarines. he quickly takes off, dodging in between the sea grass to try and out run them.

they’re quick to follow, their lights bright and menancing as they chase all of you through the underwater foliage. 

somehow, you and lo’ak get split up from the rest of the group. the boy quickens the pace of his ilu, causing you to tighten your grip around him and tuck your head into his back. he looks back for a moment at the ship, his panic growing from the enemies close proximity.

a second ship drops in front of you, making you scream out lo’aks name in the water. the boy sharply turns to the left to dodge the metal claws of the ship that reach out to grasp you. 

lo’ak signs for you to jump off with him into the thick seaweed. your eyes go wide, but he doesn’t wait for a response from you. he launches himself off his ilu, but not without grasping your hand to bring you with him.

you grab ahold of a thick stalk of grass, using them to hurl yourself forward through the water as the ilu draws the ships away. lo’ak leads you to a grass pod with an air pocket, looking up into it to see his little sister inside. 

he swims upward along with you, grabbing your hand to pull you up into the air bubble with him. “tuk!” you both shout in surprise. 

before you could ask where kiri is, the ships lights grow nearer as the sound of its engines gets louder. “we have to go! it’s coming.” you shriek. 

all three of you suck in a deep breath before plunging back into the water to swim in the opposite direction of them. 

the ships start to surround you, giving you no other way than forward to swim away and escape. they’re too fast, you’ll never be able to out swim them. 

one of the ships projectiles a net at all of you, catching only you and tuk inside of it. your limbs flail as you try to find a way out, pulling and tugging at the netted string but the material is too strong. 

two ikrans dive into the water, grasping the net with their talons to hoist you and tuk out of the water. lo’aks fingers latch onto the outside as the soldiers take off into the sky towards the mother ship. 

“no! let us out!” you grunt as your hands try to rip at the net. you take out the knife neteyam gave you, dragging the serrated blade over the strings. 

“hold on!” lo’ak yells as he unsheathes his blade from his hip to start cutting the material, “look out! move your hand! move your hand!”

“hurry, lo’ak!” tuk whimpers in fear. 

you and tuk scream as you’re dropped onto the hard pavement of the ship, now surrounded by armed avatars. 

lo’ak moves away from the net, standing with his back toward you and tuk in attempt to protect you. he snarls and growls at the soldiers with his knife still in his hand, ready to attack at any second. 

“drop the weapon!” “put the weapon down!” they shout at him. 

the boy steps forward, attempting to stab one of the men but they easily dodge his attack and shove him to the ground. two of them pin his arms beside him as he struggles under their grasp. 

“no!” you screech, seething at the aggressors. you kick and wiggle as you attempt to push the heavy net off of you and tuk. 

finally, you spot an opening. “come on.” you’re the first to emerge from the net, with tuk right behind you. 

both of you try to protect yourselves with your blades but the lab-made na’vi are too strong. 

one of them grips the back of your neck, forcing you to the ground, while another grabs tuks wrist for her to drop her knife. 

“hey! hey! what are you doing? stop!” someone shouts from behind you, “stop! don’t hurt them!”

tuk yelps from beside you as she is held hostage by a soldier, trying her hardest to wriggle out of their tight grip. 

your head turns on the wet pavement, looking behind you to see spider talking to lo’ak; the human boy is being held back by two men. 

you snarl at the man on top of you, his knee sitting painfully on your back to hold you down. “knock it off! stay still!” his knee presses harder into your spine, making you cry out in pain. 

“you’re hurting her! stop!” spider screams out at the man on top of you. 

one of the avatar men on the ikrans hops off of the animal, his heavy boots stomping on the damp ground. 

“get back to the bridge.” he points at spider, ordering the soldiers beside him to bring him back inside, “and keep ‘em there!” 

that man’s voice, that american twang sounds familiar. it’s the man from the forest, the one who held kiri, lo’ak, and tuk hostage- the one who stole spider; it’s quaritch. 

“yeah, i remember you.” he looks down at lo’ak, who hisses in reply. 

“cuff ‘em to the rail. all of ‘em.” he points. 

finally, the pain is alleviated from your back as you’re forced to your feet. you don’t dare to try and wiggle out of the grip, knowing the attempt would end up with you getting hurt somehow.

“get on your knees. on ‘em.” the soldier behind you kicks the back of your legs, making them give out so you would fall to the ground. you grimace as the pavement cuts open the skin on your knees, hissing at the man behind you. 

your hands are brought in front of you, and handcuffed to the rail along with tuk and lo’ak. 

“fuck you!” you seethe through your teeth, your slightly sharpened canines bare wildly at the men. the soldier behind you goes to back hand you, making you cower to prepare for the blow.

quaritch takes a step toward you, with a simple raise of his hand he stops the mercenary from hitting you. 

“this one’s red-hot.” he chuckles alongside his soldiers as he stares down at you with a cocky sneer.

“and where are you from?” he squats down to your level, looking over you intently. his gaze makes you uncomfortable, “you’re not blue like the rest of ‘em… yet you breathe our air.” he hums curiously. 

“i’m not telling you shit.” you spit out, your voice dripping with venom. 

tuk grunts beside you as she tries to pull the handcuffs off the railing. your eyes slightly glance over at her, your heart aching for her. 

“half human, half na’vi.” he unsheathes his combat knife, pressing the tip of it into your chin to angle your face up towards him. 

the sharp tip of the knife pricks at your skin, daring to slice into it even from the most subtle movement from you.

“let her go! don’t hurt her!” lo’ak barks out, earning a kick from a soldier next to him.

“mm, i’ve seen you. the forest right? you’re sully’s oldest sons girl, aren’t you?” the man tilts his knife to control your head as he examines you. 

“like i said… i’m not. telling. you. shit!” you hiss out, trying your hardest not to move your jaw from the knife being so close to cutting into you.

he finally pulls back when the loud yipping sounds of na’vi start to grow closer, stuffing his knife back into its cover on his hip, “na’vi inbound!” a soldier yells.  

your head turns toward the sound, watching them all fly in on their tsuraks. the soldiers around you ready up, aiming at them with their weapons. 

the na’vi in the water halt, sitting dormant in the water as if they’re examining the people onboard. 

“dad!” tuk calls out desperately. 

quaritch rips off lo’aks comm device from his neck, connecting it to himself to be able to talk to his father. 

“jake, tell your friends to stand down. you want your kids back, you come out alone.” he speaks to him, “you know better than to test my resolve.” he pulls a handgun from his side, cocking it and pressing the barrel against the back of lo’aks head. 

“no! lo’ak!” you gasp, grunting as you pull harder on your restraints.

“i took you under my wing, jake. you betrayed me. you killed your own,” he continues, “good men. good women. i will not hesitate to execute your kid.” 

you begin to weep, out of rage and fear. hot angry tears streak your salty face as you tug on the handcuffs that refuse to budge. “please.” you beg, “don’t hurt him.” 

your words earn a blow from a steel-toed boot against your ribs, “shut up, stupid girl.” the air punches out of your lungs as you keel over from the pain. 

“offers fixin’ to expire. what’s it gonna be?” quaritch speaks into the comm. 

in the distance, you watch a single tsurak start to swim forward away from the group of na’vi soldiers. it’s jake sully, he’s coming. but if he comes up here, he will die. you cannot let any of them die. 

your breathing is erratic as your brain goes into overdrive, thinking of every possible way to get out of this. to save jake, lo’ak, and tuk- not even worrying about yourself at this point. 

“easy shot.” a bald avatar says, but quaritch lowers the man’s weapon with his hand, “you hit them now, they attack. wait till he’s on board.” 

lo’ak growls loudly from his words, causing the gun to press harder into the back of his head. 

the next moments seemingly play out in slow motion. something you would have never assumed to be a possibility. 

lo’aks tulkun breaches the water, launching himself over the boat as it bellows loudly in the sky. the crew begin to scurry as payakan falls down, squashing multiple soldiers beneath its heavy body. 

water splashes all over the three of you, shrieking in surprise as the entire ship rocks and groans from the blow it just took. 

the crew begin to shoot at him, but payakan slides a fin across the ground to pummel them. lo’ak kicks a soldier to make him stumble forward, helping out payakan so he could slam his fin down onto the man. 

the tulkuns fluke rises into the air before crushing a crane and sending a smaller ship flying. 

your eyes dart towards the water, smiling wide as the metkayina and jake charge towards the boat. “they’re coming!” you yell to lo’ak and tuk. 

payakan dodges an incoming explosive spear, sending it somewhere onto the ship to detonate with a loud boom. the tulkun let’s out one last deafening roar before slipping back into the water, but not without taking down a few more men. 

“sully’s inbound! i want eyes on!” quaritch orders as he steps away from the three of you. 

a gunship is inbound in the sky, shooting multiple rounds into the water where the fleet of na’vi soldiers are underneath. 

an ikran drops out of the clouds, appearing out of no where. a banshee from the forest, it’s neytiri.

the aircraft is quickly taken down, exploding into pieces as it pummels into a bank of rocks. 

you watch the fight in the water, wincing at every person the na’vi brutally take down. “we need to get out of here.” you whine, pulling on your handcuffs with all of your strength. 

“come on! come on!” you cry out as your feet push against the railing, trying your hardest to free yourself.

an explosion rocks the ship as a boat flies from the water and catches an engine on fire as it revs up. the main ship that you’re on accelerates forward at a terrifying speed. 

“oh shit! oh shit! hold on!” you brace yourself as it runs over a bank of rocks, catapulting it into the sky, making it catch air underneath it’s belly. 

the three of you hover in the air, the handcuffs being the only thing keeping you from flying away. the ship roughly crashes into the water, sending all three of you hurling towards the ground. 

“you okay?” lo’ak asks you and tuk, before busying himself to try and pull at the restraints again. 

“this boat is going down, and we need to get off of it right now!” you screech in a panic, leaning forward to try and rip the handcuffs off with your teeth. 

in your peripheral vision, you see someone launch themselves out of the water and land on the pavement. your mouth pulls away from the material of the handcuffs, a giant smile pulling up on your face. 

“neteyam!” tuk yells in excitement. 

“i have never been so relieved to see you!” you cry out in happiness. 

“need some help?” he teasingly asks as he bends down and unsheathes his knife. the blade easily slices the fabric off of your wrists. you fight yourself from leaping forward to plant a big fat kiss on his perfect lips. 

“shut up. come on. get us loose.” lo’ak hurries his brother as he goes down the line of people, cutting the restraints. 

your wrists are sore as you pull them towards your body, but that’s the least of your worries right now. 

once tuk is loose, she throws herself at you for comfort. you quickly reciprocate by wrapping your arms around her to hold her close.

“it’s okay. get tuk out of here.” neteyam says to you as he steps over to lo’ak. 

“what? no! i’m not leaving you.” you protest, making him growl in annoyance and send you a sharp look. 

“bro, hurry up!” lo’ak complains, shaking his wrists against the metal railing. 

“just go! i’ll be right behind you!” he yells back at you, as the knife cuts through lo’aks handcuffs, “who’s the mighty warrior, huh?” you hear neteyam say to his brother. that would make you laugh if you weren’t so worried right now. 

you swiftly lift tuk up, running to the edge of the boat. you’re just about to jump, but tsireya pops up at the surface on her ilu. “here! bring her to me!” 

tuk unravels herself from around you to hop onto the back of tsireya’s animal. the little girl looks up at you worriedly, “it’s okay, tuk. we’ll be right behind you!” 

tsireya nods and shoots you a worried smile before diving under the water. you quickly turn on your heel to see lo’ak has been freed and snagged an assault rifle from a fallen soldier.

“come on. let’s go.” just as neteyam is about to run towards you, lo’ak goes the opposite way.

“they‘ve got spider. we’ve gotta get him. come on.” lo’ak motions with his head, “come on, bro! we can’t leave him.” 

neteyam grunts loudly in frustration, and slams a fist against the ground before standing to his feet. he takes a moment to acknowledge you, looking over your body. his eyes catch the bloody scuffs on your knees, and a few scratches and bruises that litter your skin. 

he steps forward, hands cupping your face. “are you alright?” he asks worriedly, his hands guide your body to turn in a three-sixty. his eyes look over your back for any sign of serious injury; like father like son. 

“i’m okay, i’m okay. i swear.” you breathe out, slightly in a bit of shock but otherwise you’re okay. 

your hands come up to rest against his rapidly rising chest, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingertips. you look up at him, his golden eyes are already staring down at you. 

“seriously, bro? this is not the time for a reunion!” lo’ak shouts with evident annoyance in his voice. 

neteyam chuckles from his brothers words, leaning down to swiftly peck your lips, “go find a weapon. any weapon.” he urges you. 

you smile up at him before scurrying around to try and scavenge anything from the soldiers that are scattered on the ground. you find the knife neteyam gifted you lodged under one of the dead soldiers bodies, you can’t help but feel the sharp blade with the pad of your thumb. 

thank eywa, you would hate yourself for eternity if you lost it. 

neteyam grabs your hand to pull you along with him and his brother through the many hallways of the boat, with lo’ak leading. 

“we have to climb.” neteyam whispers in your ear as your eyes follow lo’ak. the boy easily scales the wall by holding onto pipes. neteyam goes next, “watch me.” he climbs slowly for you. 

you watch the exact placement of his feet and how he grips the metal with his hands. he follows the pipes up the wall and onto the ceiling, hanging upside down. “come on, you’re next. you can do it.” 

you take a deep breath before hopping onto the pipes, copying his movements. until you’re hanging upside down and slowly climbing over an open room filled with the ships crew. 

“evacuating, people. come on! let’s go!” a human man runs by screaming underneath you.

you squeak when your grip slightly falters, making neteyam stop in his tracks to look down at you through his legs. 

“for the love of the great mother, please don’t fall.” he says to you, but it sounds as if he’s talking to himself. 

the three of you slowly inch forward once the soldiers pass until you finally reach another metal platform. lo’ak is the first one to fall down, landing easily on his feet and then neteyam. 

you’re still hanging on for dear life, not sure how you’re going to drop down that far without hurting yourself. especially your recently mended broken ankle. 

“just fall! i’ll catch you!” he quietly calls up to you.

“are you sure? will you actually catch me?” you cry out, your muscles shaking under the pressure of holding up your entire body weight.

“yes! trust me!” he whisper-yells up to you, “lo’ak, help!” neteyam hisses at his brother. 

before you could make the decision for yourself, your overworked muscles give out. you fall downward toward neteyam, your feet flail in the air. the scream that threatens to burst out from your lungs is held inside, scared it would give you away to the crew.

instead of feeling the pain of the pavement and metal coming in contact with your body, neteyam and lo’ak catch you. 

your eyes are wide as you look over their shocked faces, “i can’t believe i just fell.” you breathe out as they put you down on your feet. 

“gracefully, of course.” neteyam teases you with a wink, his hand pushes gently against your lower back to lead you in between him and his brother as they walk forward.

lo’ak slowly starts to creep forward until he reaches the end of the yellow platform you’re on. 

a few soldiers are walking by with spider, so the sully brothers take the opportunity to jump on top of them to attack. lo’ak uses his gun he found to swing and hit a few of the men, instead of actually pulling the trigger. neteyam punches a few of them and tosses one of them overboard. 

you can do this, you can do this. 

with a deep breath, you jump down from above. you land on top of the shoulders of one of the men, using the blunt handle of your knife to hit him across the face. your thighs suffocatingly squeeze around his head until he falls to the ground unconscious.

the man falls forward directly on his face after losing to your battle, giving you the opportunity to land gracefully on your feet.

you let out a gasp when gunshots go off behind your back, spinning around with wide eyes to see who was shot- but it’s thankfully just lo’ak using his gun on one of them. 

you stand up from your spot, panting as all of you look over the bodies of the men you just took out. 

“oh, hey!” spider huffs out towards you, his chest huffing. you awkwardly wave at him, giving him a small smile. “we should go.” the human boy says next.

“let’s go.” neteyam says to you, grabbing your hand and jumping off with you to the lower ground floor. 

“thanks, guys.” spider says breathlessly once all of you land safely. 

your mouth opens to reply, but across the room two avatar mercenaries emerge and spot the four of you, “oh no.” you breathe out. 

“go!” spider screams, his voice slightly cracks. 

lo’ak attempts to aim and shoot, but neteyam shoves his gun down and pushes him forward. 

“go, go, go!” neteyams hand tightly grips your wrist to pull you behind him as he runs forward, ducking his head to dodge the bullets. 

“oh fuck! oh shit!” you screech as you’re blindly lead by neteyam as the bullets fly past your head.

the four of you scurry behind a wall. neteyam pushes you towards spider, the force making you stumble into the boy. neteyam snatches lo’aks gun from his hands, “give me that!” 

he barely aims the gun at the men, and just starts pulling the trigger, “go, go, go!” he shouts, and points towards the open water. 

spider and lo’ak are the first to jump, but you refuse to leave neteyam behind, “go! what are you doing? get out of here!” he screams at you, hiding behind cover before going to shoot at them again. 

“screw that! i’m not leaving you, neteyam!” you argue with him, pressing your back farther into the wall as the bullets shoot into the concrete behind you. 

“aah fuck! why do you have to be so stubborn?” he grunts at you, continuing to shoot at them. his gun clicks, indicating he’s out of ammo. 

“come on!” he throws the gun to the side, extending his arm to grasp your hand tightly to run towards the water. 

the soldiers continue to shoot at you until you both leap over the yellow railing and into the ocean. something hard pelts your right shoulder, making you wince as you fall towards the ocean. 

the pressure of the water makes your hands separate, screaming out his name as he is sucked away from you. 

once your eyes open under the salty seawater, all you can see is bubbles and the usually blue water is slightly stained red. your arms lift to paddle under the boat, but an excruciatingly sharp pain shoots from your right side. 

using your left arm, you swim under the boat and pull yourself to the surface on the other side. gasping for air, you cry out hoarsely and cough as you bob under the water. the salty liquid fills your mouth whenever you try to speak. 

“come on!” you hear tsireya’s voice coming from somewhere, but the waves continue to knock roughly against your head. every time your head sinks under the water, the crimson color worsens. 

“neteyam!” you gargle out. every word you attempt to speak sparks at your nerve-endings, fueling the fire of the agony that ripples throughout your entire body. 

“oh shit. she’s shot!” lo’ak screams, the sound of rapid swimming grows louder as someone comes over to you. 

just as your body starts to sink again, an arm strongly slides under your arms from around your back. you gasp for air once you breach the surface, sputtering out the water inside of your mouth. 

“help me! someone help me!” neteyams voice is loud next to your head, making your ears ring. your breath rapidly puffs from your mouth as you seek for some sort of solace from your pain. 

another arm wraps around your body as you’re dragged forward in the water. you cough but instead it comes out like a wheeze. oh, that’s not good. 

your eyes slightly squint open, only being able to see flashes of blue as your limp body is tugged onto the saddle of an ilu. 

you let out a piercing cry as you’re forced to sit up on the animal. instinctively, you want to curl in on yourself, but the person behind you holds you up with their arms around your abdomen. 

“it hurts!” you sob out loudly, which crying just makes the pain even worse. it feels as if the right side of your body has been replaced with ice and electricity that is wired directly to your spine. 

you overhear spider say something along the lines of, “she’s bleeding really bad.” which makes the panic grow even more in your chest.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! everything is gonna be okay. bro, go!” neteyam shouts from behind you, pulling you back against his chest. 

the ilu underneath you chirps as it takes off in the water, “it’s okay. we got you, i got you. hurry up!” his voice cracks as he desperately screams at his brother. 

“i’m trying!” lo’ak shouts back at him as the ilu picks up speed to rush forward. 

“they have kiri and tuk!” tsireya cries out from the fin of the ilu, making your eyes burst open from a rush of adrenaline. “we… have to go back!”

you attempt to sit up but instead you fall forward weakly onto lo’aks back in front of you. your cheek presses flat against his damp skin as you struggle to breathe, “we can’t! we can’t go back!” lo’ak yells out, continuing forward. 

“dad-! eagle eye! y/n is shot! we need help!” neteyam uses his comm to talk to his father. his voice is frantic as he speaks to him, making you think your wound is worse than you think. 

“hurry, lo’ak! dad is over there.” the boy behind you slightly moves, indicating that he’s pointing in a direction you can’t see. 

it seems like an eternity until the ilu slows down, the creature squaks loudly in the rough water as the waves crash over your bodies. 

“help!” neteyam shouts from behind you as he jumps into the water, “lo’ak, lower her to me!” 

you let out a hoarse cough, your breathing still coming out in short bursts. you can barely open your eyes as you’re lowered into the rough water by lo’ak. 

neteyam grabs ahold of your head, cradling you in his arms along with tsireya and spider holding onto your body so you wouldn’t float away. 

“hurry!” she yells over the sound of the waves breaking against the shore. 

“oh no.” you hear jake rush over to your side, opening your heavy eyelids to see him leaning over you from standing on the rock. 

“hurry, please!” neteyam cries out, holding onto you tight. 

“it’s gonna be okay, baby. i promise. my dads gonna help you.” his voice shakes as he speaks to you. 

you raspily cough as another wave pelts your bodies, gurgling out the water as your head lulls to the side. “no, no, my love. stay with me.” one of his wet hands cups your cheek to pull your face back up, “hurry up! pull us up!” he yells at his father. 

it seems like everybody’s hands are on you as you’re lifted out of the water and into the air. two different hands cradle your head, and others hoist your legs up. 

you’re gently laid down onto the surface of the rock, a sob wracks through your lungs as you wheeze.

your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you struggle to calm your racing heart. your chest feels tight, as if an invisible noose is constricting around your lungs. 

your eyes finally open fully, tears clouding your vision. neteyam and jake are the ones directly beside you, their heads covering the cloudy sky. 

“hold on.” jake warns you as he lifts you up to inspect the exit wound on your shoulder. your wound throbs, exploding in your head with a blinding whiteness. 

the feeling makes you squirm, and gasp from the sheer amount of agony.

neteyams hand desperately holds onto yours, his watery eyes look down at you before glancing up at his dad. “do something! help her!” 

the air whips around your body, causing your wet skin to feel colder than it should. your hand grips neteyams tightly, practically crushing his fingers.

jake presses one of his large hands against your chest to create pressure on your bleeding wound. you hiccup out a weak cry from the tenderness of it, writhing under his hand. 

“it’s okay. it’s okay.” jake shooshes you gently, his eyes darting to his eldest son with a worried look. 

“nete...” you croak out between your rapid breaths, making the boy look down at you. 

“everything’s gonna be okay. i’m so sorry.” he repeats, making you shake your head. he goes to protest but neytiri arrives on her ikran, leaping off and rushing over to join the crowd gathered around you. 

she gasps in shock and drops to her knees beside neteyam, one of her hands comes up to rest on your knee for comfort. 

you give her a weak smile, your bottom lip quivering as you do so. you look over the people around you, seeing how they’re all crying for you. wow, it really seems like you’re dying right now. 

jake sits back, his hand still pressed firmly on your chest. he looks off in the distance as if he’s listening to something. 

“where are your sisters?” he questions neteyam and lo’ak, his eyes darting between them, “your sisters. where are they?” his voice grows louder. 

“they’re on the ship.” you groan out, sputtering out a wet cough. 

jake looks down at you, his eyes widening in fear. “neteyam, you stay here with her. keep pressure on it, it didn’t go all the way through. we’re gonna go get them.” jake transfers the job over to neteyam to keep you alive, and you can see the panic on the boys features. 

neytiri stands alongside jake, ready to fight for her daughters, “where exactly are they?” jake asks you, but you have no idea.  

“they’re.. they’re at the moon pool.” spider looks up at jake who’s face contorts in confusion, “at the well deck. midships?” he tries to simplify it, but somehow makes it more complicated. 

“come on, i’ll show you.” spider stands and motions to the water. 

“lo’ak, come!” neytiri calls her son, motioning towards her ikran for him to follow her.

the younger boy wipes his tears and taps your leg, “you better be all good by the time we get back.” he points at you as he was threatening you.

a shiver wracks your body, but you smile at him through the pain, “she will, yeah?” neteyam looks down at you with a watery smile, making you nod in response. 

jake crouches beside you one last time, his hand resting on the top of your head. “try to control your breathing, okay? i know it hurts, but hyperventilating will make it worse. we’ll come back for you.” he gives you a soft smile before standing up to walk away with spider towards the water.  

nausea starts to rise in your belly from the immense pain, making you feel as if you’re going to pass out. 

before anything happens, you have to let neteyam know how you truly feel about him. you don’t care that tsireya is beside you, the only thing that matters right now is him. 

“neteyam…” you cough roughly, forcing him to look down at you, “yes, yes, my love. i’m here.” his voice trembles. 

you admire his saddened features for a moment; how his skin crinkles between his eyebrows, how his perfect lips quiver… the streak of your blood that runs across his cheek from inevitablely tucking his unruly braids behind his ear, and his big round eyes that are glassy with tears. he’s trying his hardest to bottle in his emotions to stay strong for you, to keep you calm… your love for him is unconditional. 

“i love you. i always have.” your voice is almost like a whisper.

a sob escapes from his lips, dropping his head down onto your forehead softly before lifting back up to look down at you. 

“nga yawne lu oer.” you repeat, choking on a cough that burns at your throat. you can feel your head growing lighter and lighter from the amount of blood you’re losing. 

he can tell by the dim look in your eyes that your condition is worsening by the second, “i love you so much. more than anyone would ever know.” his voice cracks as his emotions finally spill over. 

his head hangs between his shoulders as he sobs, his body shakes with each one that tears through him. you muster up the rest of your strength to lift your arm to cup his cheek and tilt his head towards you.

and suddenly, once his eyes are on yours, the feeling of warmth spreads throughout your cold, damp body. the pain slowly starts to fade as your mind succumbs to the sleepiness tugging at your brain. his golden eyes lull you to sleep, your hand drops from his face and lands on your body with a thud. 

neteyam’s heart rate picks up as he watches you go limp and your hand intertwined within his loses it’s strength, “no, no, no, no!” his eyes frantically look over your face as your eyelids fall shut. 

“no!” he screeches in pain, it feels as if his heart has been ripped in two. he cries out your name as he lifts your upper body up to cradle you, “please no! great mother, please-!” he’s cut off when his voice cracks and goes an octave higher than it should have. 

tsireya cries silently next to you, her hand reaches out to rest on his shoulder for some sort of comfort to him. 

neteyam pulls your body close to his, tucking your head under his chin as he rocks you back and forth, “my love, you can’t leave me. i’m so sorry. i should have protected you.” 

the boy feels himself growing smaller as he holds your limp body in his arms. this heartbreak is different for him. it feels cold and weighs heavy in his chest like drying concrete. he should’ve put you in front of him- he should’ve taken the bullet for you. 

your body twitches in his grasp, making him pull back to look down at you. he leans down to bring his ear to your mouth, feeling the very subtle puffs of air leaving your nose. 

before he could rule out your death, his fingers find the pulse points scattered along your body. your heartbeat is weak, but still there underneath your skin. 

“she’s alive.” he whispers into the air in shock, his eyes look at tsireya, “she’s alive! she’s breathing!” he exclaims through his tears. 

“we can’t wait for them. we need to get her to the village right away.” tsireya stands to run to the water to summon her ilu with a few clicks emitting from her throat. 

the animal chitters as it’s head breaches the surface. neteyam picks you up to walk you to the edge, tsireya helps him into the water with you and onto the saddle with her before she takes off back towards awa’atlu. 

…

the sound of beeping is the first thing you hear when you wake up, and the sound of your own sluggish breathing. something is tightly wrapped around your right arm, your shoulder, and across your breasts; to replace your top. 

slowly, your eyes begin to flutter open, instantly being met with a pair of glowing yellow eyes belonging to norm. 

maybe you died and woke up back in the forest. 

“hey, good morning. how you feelin?” he asks you before glancing down at a tablet in his hand. 

your brain takes in everything around you, all the gear brought in by norm and most likely max too. the marui you’re in is tiny, definitely not the one you lived in with the sullys. the iv stand that holds a bag of fluids that’s connected to your good arm. the amount of mobility in your neck isn’t the greatest, forcing you to only be able to use your eyes. 

you can tell you’re laying on a cot with a blanket over your body; a familiarly weaved one. 

as you blink away the sleep from your eyes, your memories starting to flood back into your brain. panic settles in the deepest part of your chest, washing over your body like a tidal wave, “where’s neteyam?” your hoarse voice croaks nastily from your throat being tremendously dry. 

norm motions behind him with his head, “he’s sleeping over there. he’s been waiting for you to wake up for quite a bit now.” 

your head painfully turns to the side to look at your boy, who is sleeping sitting up. his arms are crossed over his chest, eyelashes fluttered shut over his cheeks. he looks so peaceful. 

“what happened?” you mumble softly, now turning your attention back to norm. 

“well…” he sighs, “you were shot and we had to get the bullet out that was lodged in your right lung. you’re honestly really lucky to be alive.” norm simplifies it with a pitiful smile as he looks at you, “now, let me wake your lover boy up.” 

norm stands to take a step towards neteyam, slightly shaking his shoulder to tell him that you’re awake. you notice how is arms are the first to fall, then his head. his body suddenly realizes it’s time to wake up, and then his eyes open. he blinks wildly as he attempts to understand what norm is saying to him. 

then his eyes are on yours, his golden-honey colored eyes you adore so much. 

neteyam practically shoves norm out of the way to crawl forward, sliding on his knees. before speaking any words to you, he leans down to press a gentle kiss against your lips which you gladly reciprocate; so soft it’s almost as if he’s afraid he would break you. 

“…and that’s my cue to leave.” norm shuffles out of the marui to give you two some privacy. 

“i can’t believe you’re awake. i thought i was going to lose you.” his eyes refuse to look at you as he stares at your heart rate on the monitor, his breathing hitches as he fights back tears. 

“neteyam… you know nothing could break us apart, not even a bullet.” you say jokingly, which he slightly chuckles at. 

you try to laugh along with him, but a cough replaces it instead. pain shoots through the right side of your body, but thankfully not as bad as it was before. he frowns at your discomfort, his hand on your upper arm rubs soft patterns into your skin. 

“i’m never going to let you out of my sight again. you know that right?” he lets out a breath, leaning down to lay his chin against your good shoulder. he looks up at you with his pretty smile. 

“wait, is everyone else okay? kiri? tuk?” worry settles in your chest. you didn’t even get to find out if they were rescued before you went unconscious. 

“don’t worry. everybody is okay. scratched up, but okay.” he breathes out, his eyes dance over your face before leaning down to kiss you once more. 

before your lips could even graze against each others, someone clears their throat from the entrance of the marui. 

neteyam lifts his head up, his ears pinning back in embarrassment when he sees his dad standing there. you can’t help but smile at jake sully, happy to see him in one piece. 

“hey, kid.” he ducks his head as he takes a step inside. as he grows closer, you notice the stitched cuts that litter his blue skin. 

“ouch. what happened to you?” you jokingly ask him, which makes the man laugh softly as he squats down to the level your cot. 

“could ask you the same thing. how ya feeling?” he briefly looks over at his son before back at you. 

“i’m alive… and probably on a bunch of pain meds so i’m feeling ppprrretty good.” you softly laugh out, slightly wincing from the dull pain. 

“alright, come on in.” he waves at doorway. 

you watch as two pairs of eyes emerge from the doorway, belonging to tuk and kiri. the little girl smiles when she makes eye contact with you, running over to your side. 

kiri takes her time to walk up to you, sitting beside her older brother as tuk pushes her dad out of the way to hug you. 

“gentle, gentle.” jake warns her. 

“i missed you.” she whispers. your free arm pats her back, before she pulls back and sits down next to her dad. 

your free hand is quickly taken away from tuk as kiri grabs it and holds onto you. “i thank the great mother everyday for keeping here you with us.” her serene voice speaks softly to you. 

“i’m so happy all of you are okay.” you feel your emotions starting to get the best of you, a small tear slides out of the corner of your eye. 

“we’re so happy that you’re okay.” jake says, smiling m down at you. 

“where’s neytiri and lo’ak?” you slightly clear your throat, your eyes darting over the sully’s surrounding you. 

almost divine timing as lo’ak slides through the entrance with his mother following, “we’re here.” neytiri gives you a soft smile as they tower over you from the end of your bed. 

norm peeks inside, his eyebrows furrowing. the sully family packed themselves so tight in here to visit you, “alright people. let her rest.” norm lectures, ushering them out one by one. 

“if he thinks i’m leaving you, he is very wrong.” neteyam whispers in your ear, making you grin.

“c’mon, neteyam.” jake says from the doorway, motioning with his hand for his son to follow. he sighs loudly as he presses a kiss to your temple and standing up. he can’t say no to his father, as much as he wish he could. 

“coming.” he grumbles as neteyam looks back at you to smile briefly before following his dad. 

your eyes roll back to stare at the ceiling, tracing every tight weave of the fabric that makes up the marui. norm checks a few things by your beside, marking down your current vitals and hooking up another bag of iv fluids. 

“you’ll be better in no time.” norm smiles down at you. 

the next few weeks go by terribly slow, you’re bed-ridden for most of the time; until norm or max decide it’s time for you to get up and stretch your legs. 

even the slightest movement is strenous. as if you just ran around awa’atlu and back, your stamina is just not the same as it was. you can barely make it past the marui outside before you have to turn back to lay down. 

today is the day that your stitches are being taken out, finally giving you free access to examine your wound. you crane your head down, bringing your chin to your chest to stare at it. it’s merely a discolored scar, no longer a hole, that is perfectly sealed. almost as if nothing has happened. 

you take a deep breath, looking up at norm and max with a smile, “thanks for everything. seriously.” 

they both nod and smile at you, “of course. anything for you. we couldn’t let anything happen to you, we promised your mom and you that.” max replies. 

the mention of your mother makes your heart tighten in your chest, but you push the thought to the back of your mind. “now, you have to follow our instructions. no exercise, no crazy swimming, you can get in the water but nothing more than slow wading and/or floating.” norm points out.

“oh, and when we say exercise, we mean nothing that will make your heart and respiration rate go up too much.” max adds, eyeing you suspiciously. 

your eyes look over them, a bit confused on what they are insinuating. finally it clicks, they mean sex. heat rises from your chest and settles onto your cheeks, slightly wiggling in your seat uncomfortably. 

“oh my god. shut up. i’m not doing any of whatever you’re saying.” you shamefully put your head in your left hand, still being wary on using your right one yet. 

“okay good.” norm nods with an awkward laugh, “alright, well the worlds waitin’ for you! go out and get it.” he motions to the door. 

“yeah, yeah.” you murmur and stand up from your sitting position on the bed. 

just as your mind ponders on where neteyam could be, his face peeks around the corner. a big smile forms on his face when he sees you standing up.

you wave at norm and max before walking outside into the sunshine, “ah there’s my girl.” his large hands consume your waist as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. you savor the feeling of properly being able to kiss him. 

he pulls back from you, his eyes glance down over your face with heavy eyelids. “i can’t believe you’re standing up right now.” his fingertips softly press into your fleshy waist out of excitement. 

the touch is so subtle but it sends a visceral jolt down your spine. all you can do is smile at him and lean into his chest for a hug. the boy wraps his arms gently around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. 

“i love you.” you mumble against his warm skin. being the first time you’ve said it to him since you were hurt. 

neteyam squeezes your frame under his muscular arms and kisses the top of your head. “i love you.” his voice rumbles deep in his chest; the sound comforts you. 

“i have something to show you.” he hums as he pulls away, “a little welcome back gift.” 

your eyebrows raise in curiosity, “oh really? what is it?” you attempt to pry, but by the looks of how his face scrunches up he isn’t going to budge on his secret. 

“lets go. i must show you.” he unravels his arms from around you to grab one of your hands. he’s gentle as he leads you towards the beach.

the warm sands sinks in between your toes, making you gasp in awe from the feeling. oh how you’ve missed this. the heat of the sun beats down on your head, enveloping your body in a euphoric state. 

the shells sitting at the shore rustle under the soft waves, creating natural music as they roll around. 

neteyam continues to lead you down to the water. you let out a happy cackle as the sea foam tickles your toes, “this is amazing.” 

he stares at you in awe from how excited you are to be with the sea again. the rays of the sun catch your features perfectly, making him want to melt into the sand. you’re ethereal to him. 

the clicking noise he makes takes your attention away from the water. you carefully watch the sea, taking notice to something stirring beneath the surface. you almost jump back in surprise when an ilu bursts from the water and squaks loudly at you both.  

“you could’ve given us a little bit of a warning, buddy!” neteyam laughs loudly as he steps farther into the water, now knee high. 

oh, how careful he is with you. his hand tightly grips yours as he approaches his bonded animal, “you ready?” he glances back at you. 

you give him a nod of approval, letting him pull you forward in the water. his hands grip your waist gently to lift you up to place you on the back of the saddle. 

has he been working out since you’ve been out of commission? the way he picks you up like you weigh nothing makes your belly burst with butterflies. it’s so attractive. 

he’s next to climb up, easily situating himself in front of you as he brings his kuru forward to make tsaheylu. your arms instinctively slither around his slender body, pressing yourself into his back. 

“hold on to me. i’m still gonna go slow, okay?” he says to you, slightly turning his head to the side to look behind him. 

“let’s go! let’s go!” you bounce excitedly as you look up at him. he chuckles in response as the ilu takes off, slower than its usual pace. 

instead of diving beneath the water, neteyam keeps both of you above the surface. the water splashes up on your legs, barely misting you in the face. 

you admire the village from this angle, feeling as if you’ve taken it all for granted before the accident. it’s always been beautiful to you, but now you take the time to look at every little detail; treasuring life.

the trip isn’t long, but it’s very secluded from the rest of the village. he follows a saltwater canal that runs between the large mangrove trees. soon the sun is taken away from you by their large branches and leaves. 

the darkness reveals the bioluminescence during the day, your eyes ogle over the side of the ilu. you’ve never seen anything like this before, not even in the forest. 

“neteyam. where are you taking me?” your voice is quiet, afraid any harsh or loud tone would disturb the peacefulness of it all. 

“tsireya showed lo’ak, kiri, and i this sort of cove,” your eyes continue to dart around the new environment, “it sits hidden somewhere amongst these trees.“ he mumbles as he searches for any familiar landmark. 

the canal splits off into two, his gut feeling is to take the right one. the water glows blue from the motion of the animal, indicating he has taken the correct path. 

the sound of running water grows louder as he continues forward, but the ilu slows down to a stop. “we have to swim the rest of the way. it is too shallow for him to swim.” 

neteyam climbs off the animal, standing up since his feet can touch the ground. he’s about chest high in the water as he reaches up for you, “here goes nothing.” you mumble to yourself, letting his hands carefully grab you to hoist you down to his level. 

the boy helps you float onto his back, “hold onto my neck. you can’t stand here and i don’t want you to swim too much.” 

you smile at his kindness, how he continues to worry about you. your legs wrap around his torso under the water, your arms drape around his neck loosely. you slightly cringe from the tightness in your right arm, huffing slightly from the pain. 

“you good?” he asks as he continues forward down the creek, “yep. all good.” you mumble quietly. 

your eyes can’t help but dance around. this place is magical, like something you would read from a human storybook. 

the soft flow of water that ripples from his movement sends serotonin chemicals to your brain. the sound of a waterfall grows louder by the second, but you see nothing in front of you. 

“here we are.” he stops for a moment, before pushing back the dense sea vines that hang from a thick branch. 

behind the leaves are brightly colored seawater pools that cascade down into a bigger one. each one is a slightly brighter blue, almost neon from the bioluminescent glow. 

you gasp in shock from the overwhelming amount of color as neteyam walks forward. he steps out of the water onto a bank, letting you down off of his back. “beautiful, right?” he’s almost breathless from the view, and he’s seen it once before. 

you take a hesitant step forward, watching how your foot sinks into the glowing sand. “this is absolutely breathtaking, neteyam.” 

you’re speechless, unable to wrack any other words out except that it’s breathtaking. you dip a toe into the water, almost leaping into it out of happiness from how warm it is. 

“these are sacred pools to the metkayina. they are connected to eywa.” he informs you as he sinks forward into the water that sparkles brightly under the motion.

you follow him into the cove, eyes taking in the foliage and rocks that surrounds the pools. “you can be within the great mother here. to connect to her, to pray, to give birth, to marry, and to mate.” the last word is almost whispered out amongst the steam that sits above the surface. 

your body becomes hot, whether it’s from the temperature of the water or his words. once neteyam is waist deep in the main pool, he turns around as he grabs his braid off of his back. 

almost as if it sensed his presence, a bright pink leave-like tendril unravels from the rocky side of the pool. you watch as he connects his queue to it, bright pink and glowing along with the rest of the world around you.

neteyams eyes flutter shut and his shoulders drop down slightly, his breathing evens out as he relaxes. your eyes dance across his abdomen, following the perfectly etched muscles in his blue skin. 

you follow the stripes that litter his body, and the freckles that sparkle in the darkness. your eyes catch the beaded neck piece he always seems to wear, smiling as you step forward. 

one of his eyes peek open to watch you shuffle closer, outstretching his hand for you to take. you reach behind your back with your good arm to grip your thick braid, bringing it around to connect it to the plant. 

your breath hitches in your chest from the feeling of uniting with eywa. your grip on his hand tightens as the feeling grows stronger, washing over your nervous system with  harmonious tranquility. 

your breathing evens out, and the ache of pain subsides in your chest. you feel as if you’re floating, or have drank a little too much of the nectar you sneak during celebrations. 

you lean into his chest, your skin bursts with tingles all over your body once you touch him. the boy almost groans in pleasure, but holds it back for his own dignity. 

you revel in the feeling of your hand gliding up his lengthy arm, feeling every little fuzzy hair. neteyam stares down at you, watching your movements with heavy eyelids. 

“i want to be one with you.” he blurts out, making your doe-like eyes shift from his body to his face. 

“with me?” your voice is slightly shaky, whether it’s from the effects of the plant or nervousness.

he unlatches his braid from the plant, motioning with a nod of his head for you to do the same. you gulp as he holds his kuru in between your bodies, ready to officially bond with you. 

the pink wisps float and reach towards the end of your braid in your hand, begging to connect with yours. you glance up at the boy in front of you, who waits patiently for you to connect them. 

you take a deep breath before moving yours closer, watching how intimately the extensions of yourselves wind up and tangle together. 

both you, and neteyam, suck in a sharp breath through your teeth in sync. the feeling of your nervous systems connecting creates a deep crater of heat in your lower belly. 

neteyam can sense your arousal; he can feel you. how you’re pulsating between your thighs for him, and your nerve endings that make him feel the same way. 

“oh, neteyam.” you mewl out, stepping forward to press your hand against his warm chest. 

as soon as your head angles up to look at up, he swoops down to catch your lips with his own. sparkles explode, making both of you cry out in amazement. 

teeth clack together as his hand presses into your lower back to pull you even closer to him. your hot body against his puts him in a euphoric state, begging you silently to let him touch you. 

he leans forward, almost bending you backwards to deepen the heated kiss. your tongues become one as you both grow more desperate for each other, to feel more. 

he whines as one of his hands slide up your side, his fingertips feel as if they’ve been replaced with feathers. his large hand hovers beneath your breast, slightly pulling back from kissing you, “can i touch you…” his voice is shallow, with the slight twinge of desperation. 

“you can do anything you want. please.” your eyes flutter open to be met by his hungry gaze. 

he presses forward, connecting your lips once again to continue where he left off. his hand grips your breast that fits perfectly in the palm of his hand, while his other hand busies itself by sliding over the swell of your ass. 

his fingers are so long, they curl against your inner thigh. so close, yet so far from where you need him the most. 

you both moan out when he finally touches you, his thumb swipes over your sensitive nipple, causing a whimper to tumble out of your lips. 

“i love how you sound.” he heaves into the kiss, making another high-pitched mewl puff into his mouth from you. 

the boy gently pulls away from the kiss, keeping your bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it. he watches how it bounces back into place, before swooping down to your neck. 

he leaves kisses and tiny love bites under your jaw and shoulder, as his hand continues to tease you against your inner thigh. 

he slightly brushes his fingertips against the cloth that separates his hand from your core, making you wail out in shock. 

he pulls back from his attack on your neck, his eyes intently look over your face. “i want to make love with you… here. if you’ll have me.” his voice is almost nervous.

you can feel the anxiety biting at your chest, itching to make itself known but you push it away. you’re safe with him, and you know he will always be gentle with you. 

“i want you, neteyam. all of you.” you nod in agreement, one of your arms lift to cup the back of his neck to pull him down to your level. 

he smiles as you kiss him, grinning like a wild man. he pulls back slightly, nuzzling your noses together, “i love you so much.” he whispers into your shared breath as he continues to keep eye contact with you. 

“i love you.” you reply before closing the space between your mouths. 

neteyam quickly takes control, moving his hand away from your breast to cup both of his hands under your ass to lift you slightly out of the water. 

he presses your back down against a rocky bank over to the side. it sits shallow in the pool, letting the warm water sit dormant against your upper thighs. 

the sully boy slots himself in between your legs as he kisses down your chest, careful over your wound until he makes it to the waistband of your loincloth. 

his big round golden eyes stare down at you, the look he gives you makes any sort of reservation disappear from your mind. 

you nod fervently to give him the okay. his long fingers tentatively hook into the thin cloth to unravel it from your body. 

once the cloth is discarded somewhere to the side, he leans down to kiss you. his lips work magic against yours as if he knows your body like the back of his hand. 

his mouth strays away from yours, pressing wet kisses down your neck until he meets your shoulder. 

“sevin nìtxan lu aynga nang.” his tempting voice growls into your ear. the feeling of his breath washing over your skin sends shockwaves throughout your nerves. “you are so pretty.”

his hand ghosts down your abdomen, tracing lines down your tender skin. at last, he finally touches you, making you cry out into humid air. 

neteyam let’s out a gasp as he mouths at your neck. the same feeling transferred over to him through your connection.

a feeling that’s so foreign to you, but something that you never want to stop. you let your hands explore his body as the pleasure sparks between your legs. your fingers dance over his biceps, across his chest and up to his neck. 

countless sounds tumble from your lips, your back arches off the damp rock as you moan out his name. neteyam chuckles deeply against your lips from the desperation in your voice, “almost, baby.” he hushes you as he dives into the kiss. 

soon his hand pulls away, leaving your chest heaving and the close proximity of your climax withering away. “whhhyyy…” you whine, your thighs clench around his hips to pull him closer. 

“not yet.” he hums. his forearm sits heavy next to your head, slightly leaning to the side to unclasp the loin cloth that sits around his hips. he throws it behind him somewhere, not caring if it lands in the water. it’s the last thing on his mind when he has you underneath him. 

you can’t help but glance down between your bodies then back up to him with wide eyes. his eyes look over your face, seeing the apprehension in your eyes. “do you trust me?” he mumbles. 

you intently watch how his wet lips move as he talks to you, almost in a trance. “yeah, of course i do.” you breathe out shakily. 

he grins from your response, “i will always be careful with you, muntxa.” 

the new nickname makes your heart soar- he referred to you as his mate. he notices your emotions growing higher, by the way your eyes go glossy. he can read you like a book. 

his lips press into yours, passionate and desperate as he situates himself below. 

this is much different from his hand, the pressure makes your fingernails dig deep into his shoulder blades. the gravelly sound he makes sends flutters up your spine, forcing your brain into overdrive to evoke more of those from his lips. 

you’re the one making him feel this way. desire clouds your thoughts, your legs aid in pushing his hips down until he is flush against your body. he stills for a moment, breathing heavily into your mouth as if he’s holding himself back. 

the next few movements of his hips make you cry out in ecstasy. he’s quick to pull more out of your chest, a flurry of his names and pleas for more. 

his lips leave marks scattered across your neck, whispering praises into your ear as your body lurches underneath him. he doesn’t hold back with his own noises which forces you closer to the edge. 

your body lets go, arms tightening around his neck to trap him close to your body as your thighs seize around his waist. you choke out a cry of his name, feeling his tail wrap around your ankles to lock you in.  

his teeth sink into the meaty flesh of your shoulder, a true sign of becoming his mate. you wince from the slight pain, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. 

his body stills and trembles on top of you, indicating his release. he pulls his mouth away from your neck, gasping for breath. his eyes examine the two red spots from his canines that pierced you. 

one of his hands come up to swipe the beads of blood away from your skin before leaning up to look at you. his forehead leans against yours, noses slotting together. “my love, you are amazing.” he murmurs breathlessly and lays his entire body weight on top of you. 

you cackle loudly from the pressure of his body on yours, “get off… can’t breathe.” you throw your head back as you jokingly let out a wheeze.

neteyam sharply lifts off of you, his eyes wide as he looks over you wildly. his quick movements give you whiplash, he sits back on his heels and stares at you worriedly. “are you okay? i’m sorry. i didn’t think you wouldn’t be able to breathe. i-.” his voice trails off when his hands rub over his face. 

you sit up in your spot, your legs still loosely draped around his hips. your small hands reach up to wrap around his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. “oh neteyam. i was just joking.” your voice is soft. 

he flies forward, all arms as he wraps himself around you, his head presses into the crook of your neck. one of his large hands cradles the back of your head, “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to upset you.” you mumble out against his chest. 

“it just- that noise. it reminded of me of everything that happened… when you were.. were hurt.” his voice croaks, obviously holding back his tears. 

your heart aches for him, guilt sitting heavy in your chest. “i love you. i’m so sorry.” you sniffle, holding onto his waist so tight like as he would be ripped away from you at any moment. 

“don’t be sorry. it’s not your fault.” he shudders, pulling back slightly. he kisses your forehead and sucks in a deep breath through his nose, “i love you.” 

you take a deep breath before unraveling yourself from his body, “let’s go in the water.” you mumble, trying to change the subject. you’re still sensitive to the mention of your ‘accident’.

he smiles down at you, his thumb and forefinger pinches your chin to look into your eyes. he wiggles out of your grip to slide backwards into the cerulean water. his hand grabs your ankle to carefully tug you along with him, “come.” he laughs. 

you use your arms to lift yourself up and hop beside him. he instantly pulls you into his chest, rocking side to side on heels. you relax in his embrace before he unravels one of his arms to pluck something out of the water. 

your eyes open to see him holding up his loin cloth, it’s soaked and dribbling into the water. you can’t help but stifle a giggle into your fist, “so that’s where it went.” 

neteyam rolls his eyes jokingly, a smile on his face as he takes a step back from you. he swoops down to peck a kiss to your lips before walking to the edge to climb out. 

you watch his every move, how he expertly ties the wet cloth back around his hips and tail. it swishes happily behind him when he turns around and sees you watching him. 

you suddenly feel a lot less clothed, crossing your arms over your chest insecurely. neteyam looks down at your breasts then back up to your face, “my love. you realize… we just?” he questions you with a cackle. 

you huff out of annoyance, looking around for your clothes he discarded everywhere. “can you please find my clothes?” you whine. 

“but i want to see you like that. you’re beautiful. i don’t like your clothes.” he teases you, placing his hands on his hips. 

“you know, i can feel my shoulder thumping from you biting me.” you say matter-of-factly with a humorous tone. 

“it was just the moment, but hey! now everyone will know not to mess with you because you’re mine.” he chuckles, his eyes glimpse at the very evident bite mark on your left shoulder. 

what a possessive little bitch. everyone knows you’re his, but now it’s evidently marked on your body; they’ll know you’ve mated. it makes your belly do somersaults, aching to jump his bones again. 

neteyam peeks around at the foliage, looking for your top and bottoms. he bends down in some plants, grabbing a piece of cloth and your beaded top a few steps away. “don’t worry, i got ‘em.” he holds them close to his chest, motioning for you to come to him. 

you huff as you wade through the warm water, taking one of his hands as he helps you take a step onto the bank of rocks.

neteyam slides the beaded top over your head, situating it over your chest. he notices how you struggle to tie the cloth on your hips, so he slaps your fingers away and ties them himself. “don’t strain yourself please.” he mumbles, “you know i’d do anything for you. even the simplest things.”

your head falls to look at your shuffling feet, feeling slightly useless from your limited mobility. he rustles with something, the sound of beads clacking makes your head peek up. 

neteyam pulls the beaded neckpiece off of his neck, lowering it to you. “no, no.” you put your hands up. you know how much it means to him, and he always wears it. “your mom made that for you. i can’t take that.” 

“yes, yes you can.” he pushes it against your neck, but your hand slithers between the necklace and your skin. 

“no, neteyam.” you shake your head, staring up at him with your furrowed eyebrows. your angry face makes humor bubble in his chest, he can’t take you seriously. 

“yes, y/n.” he mocks you, “just accept it.” he shushes you as he continues to wrap the material around your neck. 

the piece perfectly forms around your neck, sitting cold and heavy. this will definitely take some getting used to. he takes a step behind you to tie the leather pieces together, tightening it around your neck. loose enough to breathe and eat comfortably, but tight enough so it won’t move. 

“i must gift my new mate something of mine. it must be this, because the only other thing i have on me is my tweng.” he laughs. 

“i wouldn’t mind taking your tweng off.” you slyly reply with a smirk as your fingers touch and admire the woven beads. 

neteyam laughs loudly at that and throws his head back. he leans down from behind you to kiss your shoulder, “don’t worry about that. you can take it off anytime.” his voice is low, almost like a purr in your ear. 

from his very persuading words, you spin around to look at him. your fingers busy themselves to toy with the waistband of his loincloth, “can i right now?” you stare up at him through your eyelashes, craving him already. 

neteyam stills from your sudden energy, his eyes drop down to your hands then glance up at your face. “right now?” he asks almost in disbelief. 

“right now, please.” you beg, voice shaky as you desperately grab at his hips. he gives you a simple nod of his head, your hands instantly peel the wet fabric away from his body. 

neteyam leans down to pick you up, his fingertips press deep into your flesh. he presses his lips against yours, a little rougher than earlier. that’s actually amazing.  

your hands card through his braids, slightly tugging at the base of them when your back collides with the trunk of a tree. neteyam blindly unravels your bottoms, continuing to kiss you intensely. 

neteyam finishes what he started earlier, but this time he doesn’t hold back. he makes sure every last drop of your hunger is satisfied, giving you all that he has left in him the second round; and maybe even a third one. you cannot keep your hands to yourself, he’s just so beautiful and you’ve missed him so much. 

after catching your breath and getting redressed for the second time, you finally start to head back towards the village. you melt into the heat of his back, positioning your head in the divot of his spine. 

his body is so comfortable, and the sound of the water is so relaxing- you can’t help but fall asleep. you’ve exerted yourself more than you have in weeks, maybe months. 

neteyam slightly shifts, making you wake up. your eyes flutter open to be met with the white sand of the beaches of awa’atlu. “we’re here.” his voice is soft as you sit up and yawn. 

neteyam hops into the sea before helping you down with him. you follow him through the waist deep water and up to the shore, walking forward and into the warm sand. 

his hand possessively holds yours as he proudly leads you back the marui. you’re incredibly nervous to walk around with an obvious mating mark on your shoulder, and wearing neteyams neck piece.

the villagers that pass you by, stare at you in shock. whether it’s because you’re the girl that is known for almost dying, or because your scent is strongly masked by his. 

some of them whisper, and peek at you both through their peripheral vision. neteyam looks back at you with wide eyes, smoothly wrapping his arm around your shoulders instead of holding your hand. 

“i think they are jealous.” he hums. 

“jealous?” you nuzzle into his ribs, “very jealous.” he replies, and tightens his grip around your shoulders when he sees the chiefs son with a few of his goonies, “hi, ao’nung.” you wiggle your fingers at him lazily. 

the boy gawks, his eyes take in the numerous love bites you left on neteyam and the teeth mark on your shoulder. then his eyes travel to the neck piece just as you pass him, “look at them!” one of his friends whispers, making ao’nung elbow him. 

you repress a giggle in your hand, which makes neteyam sputter and press his lips to the top of your head to calm himself. 

from a distance, you take note that jake and lo’ak are standing outside of the marui. surprisingly, they’re fishing together. 

as the two of you approach them, jakes gaze falters from the water to look at you. “you’re back! look at you!” he exclaims loudly, patting lo’aks shoulder while he starts to walk towards you and his eldest son. 

“oh wow. they healed that up very nice.” he glances at the wound, before his eyes trail up to the beads sitting beautifully on your neck. he glances at neteyam, then back to you, then back to his son. 

the man clears his throat and stands up straight with his hands on his hips. obviously trying his hardest to not stare at his sons empty neck replaced with tiny bruises the size of your lips. 

lo’ak turns around from looking in the water, a grin on his face when he sees you. his eyes perceive the situation, and the tension hits him like tidal wave. 

his face drops into a cocky grin when he looks at his brother, “nice.” the boy nods his head. 

“lo’ak.” jake hisses a warning at his son, making him turn his attention back to the line in the water. 

“look, i don’t care what you kids do, i was your age once,” the sentence makes neteyam cringe, and open his mouth to speak. jake puts his hand up to silence him, “but just make sure you’re safe, and please… for the love of god don’t let your mother see.” 

“dad.” neteyam barks out a laugh, which earns him a glare, “don’t worry. we were before eywa, so mom should have no problem.” 

you can feel your body getting warmer by the second from this very awkward conversation. 

“do not tell me what?” neytiri peeks out of the entrance of the pod, her curious eyes observe the three of you. 

you watch as her face drops when she notices the jewelry adorning your neck. she takes two large steps over to you, her hand carefully touches the necklace. 

then her fingertips graze over the sensitive mark on your shoulder, “you gave her your fkxile.” she hisses out, a bit too aggressively for your liking. her eyes side eye her son, staring at him with silent fury. 

she’s mad about the necklace. not even the fact that you’re walking around with an evident bite mark on your shoulder, from her son. 

“mother, she is my yawne. i must gift her something of mine.” he explains himself to her, but all you heard was yawne.. he called you his beloved. 

she steps back with an angry huff of breath, “ah!” she hisses and balls her fists by her side. 

“you are too young,” she points at him, then turns to you, “and you are still healing!” 

“what if a child comes out of this? you are not bonded!” she continues ranting. 

neteyam steps forward slightly in front of you, “mom, don’t worry about that. we did make tsaheylu.” he puts his hands up in front of him, as if he was trying to calm her. 

her gaze shoots over to him, softening from his words. “you did?” she looks at you, smiling softly; almost proud of you and her son. 

jake steps forward from behind his wife, his face obviously worried from her changing emotions. your eyes glance over at lo’ak who is staring wide eyed and open mouthed. 

when he sees you look at him, he turns his eyes back towards the water. 

this is so awkward. being bombarded by his parents to talk about your sex life is another level of embarrassing. you smile awkwardly and nod, “alright, kids. go inside.” jake motions for you two to continue walking. 

neteyam exhales in relief, “thank you.” and grabs your hand to tug you inside quickly. “they are so fucking embarrassing.” he hisses once he is far enough away. 

the two of you stare at each for a moment, before bursting into a fit of giggles. the kind of laugh that makes your sides hurt, one that’s so contagious that neither of you can stop. 

you’re forced to lean into his body for some sort of support, but he stumbles back from your weight. this just causes you to laugh even harder when he falls back into the wall. 

your hands fall to knees, trying to take a deep breath. you feel the tears leak onto the apples of your cheeks, but there’s nothing you can do to stop. 

unbeknownst to you, jake and neytiri are staring at you two from the doorway with a smile on their faces. jake has his arm slung over his wife’s shoulder, “they really do care for each other.” he comments. 

“they are in love.” she breathes out softly, watching you and neteyam with adoration sparkling in her eyes; happy that her son has finally found his mate. 

“let’s leave ‘em alone. we can go take a ride on my tsurak?” jake suggests, looking down at her. she nods with a smile, letting him lead her away from the doorway. 

you’ve finally calmed down enough to take a full breath, a giggle still escaping here and there. you and neteyam wound up on the floor in your heap of laughter. 

his hand is intertwined with yours as you sit in front of him on your heels. you wipe your tears away with your other hand. 

“i…” you giggle, shaking your head, “love you… so much.” you hurl over, grabbing your stomach as another laugh quakes through your body. 

neteyam leans forward, one of his hands smooth down the back of your hair. his lips peck against the top of your head, making you lift it to look him in the eyes. 

“i see you, and i love you.” he mumbles, glancing down to your lips. 

when he leans forward to finally kiss you, it feels like the first time. love drunk from kissing him, you ache for more…

this boy, the one you’ve yearned for since you were a teenager; who stole your sight away from any other na’vi boy, never being able to compare to anyone else. now you’re his lifelong mate, something you never would have predicted to happen. you’ll grow old together, have your own children… it’s written amongst the stars, the sea, and in the trees. 

you never knew your heart could be this full- to love and care for someone so much; so deeply in your soul. 

there’s nobody else you’d rather be with except for him. knowing deep down he is the one for you, and you are the one for him; for the rest of your lives. 

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i hope u guys liked the ending. it’s honestly bittersweet 🥲 if u read this ur a real one & request or ramble abt something in my inbox bc i’m gonna be bored as hell now

[teyums]

idk if it’s just me but Lo’ak’s body language/reaction (or lack thereof) to what he did in this scene never came off as fear or shock to me, which I’ve seen lots assume. It eerily resembles exhilaration, and you can literally see it in his eyes, his stance, the way he’s breathing, everything. His eyes and his facial expression show zero regret or conflicting emotions towards the fact that he just killed someone. Hence why neteyam was like ??? when he snapped him out of it and told him to come on; he genuinely looked concerned.

I also think that’s a big connection/parallel between him and Payakan. Payakan is outcast because he doesn’t live by the Tulkun way, and believes in killing. Lo’ak seems to be the only one who understands Payakan, and he feels a deep understanding for what he did and why he did it, probably because he also feels outcast himself. The na’vi also don’t believe in killing, they say “killing only brings more killing”, but I think it’s clear from this scene alone that Lo’ak will stray from those beliefs.

I’m like 90% sure Lo’ak is going to develop a thrill for killing (that i hope we see in the next movies) a feeling that both invigorates and frightens him once he realizes it’s presence— almost like how Neytiri gets when she fights. He feels guilty for Neteyam’s death, and I’m almost certain that guilt will turn to unresolved anger, resulting in more death. Especially because he wants revenge for what the sky people did to his brother.

But hey, that’s just my theory. 😗🤷🏽‍♀️

[aanoia]

Orphic (pt.3)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 3,000 warnings; injury, mentions of death Pt. 1; Pt. 2 Okay, the thing is, every single time I attempt to write a story like this, I always try to make it slow burn. However, as apparent in this chapter, I have ZERO self control. They were supposed to hate each other for a few more chapters. Anywho I'm not really mad, y'all are gonna love the next chapter (hopefully as much as I loved writing it)

“I wish I was there.” Kiri smiles, wonder in her eyes. “The ocean has blessed you with a gift, brother.”

“The tulkun have not returned yet.” Ao’nung mentions, his back against a palm tree as he rests his arm on his knee. “And even then, no tulkun is alone.”

“Well, this one was. And it was missing a fin. Like a stump. On the left side.” 

“Poor tulkun.” Tuk mutters quietly as Y/n frowns. 

“Payakan.” Tsireya says quietly.

“What?” Ao’nung mutters.

“It’s Payakan.”

“Who’s Payakan?” Y/n asks curiously. 

“A young bull who went rogue. He’s outcast. Alone. And he has a missing fin.” Rotxo answers.

“They say he is a killer.” Tsireya adds. 

“No, no.” Lo’ak tries.

“He killed Na’vi, and other tulkun.” Ao’nung explains with a loose shrug, and by the look on his face, Y/n can tell that it is a serious crime. “Not here, but far to the south.”

“No, he’s no killer.”

“Lo’ak, you are lucky to be alive.”

“I’m telling you guys, he saved my life. He’s my friend.”

Neteyam stands with a smirk, “My baby bro! The mighty warrior, who faced the killer tulkun, and lived to tell about it.”

Lo’ak shrugs him off, standing angrily, “You guys aren’t listening.”

“Lo’ak, I’m listening!” Tuk reassures. 

“Lo’ak, come back!” Kiri tries, but the boy is walking away. 

“You skxawns.” Y/n sighs, standing up. She glances at Ao’nung. “I’m going to go relax.”

“Wait, we have somewhere we want to bring you guys.” Ao’nung stops her, grabbing onto her hand. “You’ll want to see it.”

“Oh, okay.” She nods, an indigo hue coming to her cheeks. “Alright then.”

Tsireya smiles widely as she stands, “Let us go!”

Neteyam stands and glares at Ao’nung, pulling his hand off of Y/n and dragging the girl to the water. She smiles and calls for her ilu, before diving into the ocean. Ao’nung comes up beside her on his ilu, signing to her.

“I bet I’ll beat you in a race.” He signs, grinning smugly.

She raises a brow, “First off, you would not. Second, I don’t know where we are going.”

He thinks for a moment, “Sounds like a you problem.” And he takes off quickly, leaving a trail of bubbles behind him. Y/n rolls her eyes, and follows him. She stays just right behind him for now, allowing him to lead the way. Once he’s steadily heading towards a large cave entrance, she urges her ilu ahead. Her ilu managed to pull forward, ahead of Ao’nung, and she smirks. They enter the cave, which turns out to be an entrance to something even better. Y/n’s mouth gapes in awe as she surfaces, looking around the beautiful terrain. 

“I told you you’d want to come along.” Ao’nung smiles at her, surfacing beside her.

She smiles at him, “And I told you I’d win.”

He scoffs lightly, “I let you win.”

Y/n nods, “Yeah, I’m sure you did.”

“We are here.” Tsireya says to her siblings softly. “This is the Cove of the Ancestors. Our most sacred place.” Y/n shields her eyes from the shining sun as it begins to fall behind the rocks. “Eclipse is the best time of day to be here.” Once it’s darkened, they make their way to something glowing brightly under the water. “This is it, this is the Spirit Tree.” 

Y/n’s face lights up, if they’ll have it, she can connect with her parents here. The group swim down there, and Ao’nung nudges Y/n’s side. She shoos his hand away, sticking her tongue out at him. He smiles, the sides of his eyes crinkling. Y/n makes it to a branch like part of the tree, and carefully connects her braid to it. She closes her eyes, and allows her senses to fall away. 

She’s back home, walking through the forest. It’s dark out, but the various glowing foliage light her way perfectly. She hears laughter, shared between a man and woman, and she follows the sound. Walking through a bush, a small clearing is revealed. Sat in the middle, entangled in each other, are her parents. The man looks at her, and his face lights up.

“My daughter.” He says softly, smiling. 

The woman looks over, and untangles herself from her mate, standing to embrace her daughter tightly. “Y/n.” She grins, holding her close. Y/n accepts the hug, her eyes tearing up a bit. 

“Hi, guys.” She responds quietly as a strong pair of arms wrap around the both of them.

“How are you, child?” Her father asks quietly, rubbing her back.

“I’m okay.” She responds, sniffling softly.

“So, why are you crying?” Her mother asks, pulling away enough to wipe her cheeks of any stray tears. 

“We left the forest.” Her parents nod, aware. “And I… said something I shouldn’t have to Jake.”

Her mother hums quietly, “He’ll forgive you, sweet child.”

Her father pats her back, “He cares about you, as if you were his own daughter. No matter what you said, the two of you can fix it.”

Y/n nods, smiling a little. “Thank you guys… I’m happy I could see you again.”

“The same goes for us.” Her mother responds. 

Y/n feels as if her body is being shaken violently, and she frowns. “I think- I have to go.”

“So soon?” Her father asks.

She nods, “I’m sorry, I will come back.”

Her mother kisses her forehead, “Stay strong, my daughter. We love you.”

“Very much.” Her fathers adds.

Y/n awakes abruptly to Ao’nung shaking her. She looks at him, rather annoyed he pulled her away from her parents. But upon seeing his look of worry, and following his hand to where he was pointing, she forgets about it. Kiri is seizing. The tree's glow is strobing as Y/n rushes over to her, she disconnects her braid and swims upwards, trying to get Kiri to the surface. 

The group surfaces, “Come on, someone help me!” Y/n yells, pulling Kiri to her ilu.

“Kiri!” Tuk cries. Y/n’s ilu squawks as the girl pushes Kiri over it’s back. She gets on behind Kiri.

“Is she breathing?” Rotxo asks worriedly. Normally, Y/n would tease him about it, but now is not the time. Y/n plugs Kiri’s nose, bending down and breathing air into her lungs. She does it a few times, before Kiri coughs.

“Get her to the village! Hurry!”

“Let’s go! Let’s move!” Y/n instructs out loud, and her ilu takes off. 

Y/n watches worriedly as a copter lands on the sand. She stands next to Ao’nung, which brings her a bit of comfort. Since the night before, it’s different with him. He sat next to her when she was struggling, and he offered to help and stayed when she didn’t tell him anything. He showed her a side she wasn’t sure even existed in him, and she’s thankful he did. Norm walks out of the copter, and Y/n doesn’t have time to be happy about seeing a familiar face. Her father and Norm exchange a short hug and greeting.

“Neteyam, Y/n, keep them back!” Jake instructs. Y/n frowns and glances over the crowd, sighing deeply. 

“Stay back guys.” She says enthusiastically, Ao’nung laughs softly. 

“You’re very efficient.”

“I try.” 

He takes her arm gently, “Come. I’d like to show you something.”

“But Kiri…”

“Will understand.”

Y/n for a moment, but ultimately decides she’d be no help if she was there, so she nods. “Okay.”

“Are you leading me to a secluded place to murder me?” Y/n asked, mostly joking, her hands covering her eyes as her ilu steadily moves through the water.

“Not yet, no.” Ao’nung smiles, glancing at the girl. 

“Oh, so soon?”

“Most likely.”

“Encouraging.” 

“You gonna open your eyes one day, or what?”

“You didn’t tell me I could.”

“Well, you can.”

“Are you sure?”

Ao’nung laughs, and Y/n smiles. “Just open your damn eyes, skxawng.”

“Sheesh, sheesh, fine.” She slowly removes her hands, and her eyes light up. They’re in a cave, decorated with glowing foliage and moss. The two of them are in the pool, in the middle of the cave, and surrounded by rocky ledges. It’s one of the most beautiful places she’s seen.

“What do you think?” Ao’nung asks softly, studying her expression. 

Y/n looks over at him and grins, “I thought it was very beautiful until I had to see you, fishlips.”

He laughs, splashing water at her, “Shut up, treehugger.”

She splashes him back, chuckling quietly, “Sorry, sorry. It is beautiful here. And I guess you don’t ruin the view.”

“Oh, thanks.” He smiles, sliding off his ilu. He sits on the rocks, his feet dangling in the water. Y/n joins him, accidentally sitting too close, and she’s hyper aware of her thigh touching his. “You don’t have to tell me… but what happened yesterday? Is it something I can… help with?”

Y/n glances at him, then back at the water. “No.” She answers softly. “Nothing you can change. It’s just…” Ao’nung waits patiently for her to answer, watching her. “Jake and Neytiri… they aren’t my parents, not really.”

He tilts his head, “Then… who are your parents?”

A ghost of a smile appears on her face as she thinks of them, “Their names were Tsu’tey and Y/n. I got my name from my mother.”

“I assumed.” He teases.

“Shush. Anyway, they, uhm, they died. My father, before I was born, and my mother during childbirth.” She stares at the water intently. 

“I’m sorry.” Ao’nung says softly, taking her hand.

“It’s okay. Uh, Jake and my mom were best friends, they became a part of the Omatikaya clan together as avatars. And my father and Neytiri grew up together, so…” She shrugs. “They took me in when my mom died and named me after her.”

Ao’nung hums softly, “Is that why you were crying yesterday? You miss them?”

“No- well, I do miss them. A lot. But uhm, I said something I shouldn’t have to Jake.” Calling him by his name felt foreign on her tongue. “I told him that I wish it was him that… died. And not my father.”

Ao’nung nods, squeezing her hand, “And that’s untrue?”

She nods, “Very. I just feel suffocated sometimes.”

“I understand that.”

She looks over at him, “I didn’t even explain why.”

“The crippling pressure to constantly take care of your younger siblings?” Y/n’s silent and he smiles a little. “I understand.”

“Tsireya?”

“Yeah. It’s not like she gets in trouble much, but everything can be so dangerous sometimes. And, you know, I’m going to be the future Olo’eyktan, so I need to take care of the rest of the clan as well.”

Y/n nods, “I understand. I hate to say it, fishlips, but I think we have a lot more in common than we realized.”

He smiles, “I’ll never hug a tree.”

She shrugs, “You’re loss, honestly. They’re very good huggers and they never judge. No one, other than trees and my father, have met my hug expectations.”

“Well, you just haven’t received one of my hugs before.”

Y/n raises a brow, “You are not good at hugging.”

“How do you know?”

“I can just tell.”

He scoffs, “That’s disrespectful.”

“It’s just the truth.” 

He let’s go of her, swiftly standing up. “Stand up.”

She laughs a little, “What?”

“I said “Stand up.””

The girl hesitantly does so, and yelps as Ao’nung tightly wraps his arms around her shoulders. She pauses for a moment, before slowly hugging him back, wrapping her arms around his waist. She rests her head on his chest, hiding her smile. His hug is meeting her expectations. He buries his face in her hair, breathing her in deeply. This is his sly way to hug her, and he silently gloats to himself. She can feel his breathing, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and his abnormally fast heartbeat. 

“Are you scared of me?” She asks quietly, repeating his own words.

“What?” He asks softly, not getting the reference. 

“Are you scared of me?” She repeats.

He pauses for a moment, smiling a little. “I’m not scared of you.” He whispers. 

“Then why is your heart beating so fast?”

“‘Cause you’re cute.”

Once the two arrive home, Y/n rushes to the familiar morai, where Kiri finally awoke. She gasps softly, kneeling beside Tuk. 

“Oh, Kiri.” She says softly, brushing hair of the girl’s eyes. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” Kiri cries quietly, taking Y/n’s hand and squeezing tightly. “Can I hug you?” Y/n asks quietly, and Kiri nods. She pulls Kiri up slightly, enough to wrap her arms around her and hugs her gently. “Sh, you’re okay.” She reassures, rubbing her back. 

A smaller pair of arms join the hug, and then their mother’s. The Sully girls stayed in that group hug for a while, relishing each other’s presence. Finding comfort in each other’s support. The peaceful atmosphere is ruined by Jake, Norm, and Max reentering the tent. The girls pull away, each of them secretly wiping their eyes. 

“Sorry to interrupt.” Norm says sincerely.

“You’re okay.” Y/n responds, glancing at her father. He meets her gaze, and she frowns. 

“Can we speak?” He asks gently, and she nods. She squeezes Kiri’s hand one last time, and nervously follows her father out.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stop her from seizing- or that I wasn’t there when you guys were trying to wake her up. I didn-” She’s cut off by her father’s arms crushing her in a hug.

“No, I’m sorry.” He admits quietly, and his tense shoulders relax once his daughter hugs him back. “I’ve put impossible expectations on you, and went too far scolding you when you didn’t meet them. I know I’m not your father.” His voice cracks, but he tries to hide it with a cough. “And I’ve failed stepping in as one. But you’re my babygirl, no matter what… even if I’m not your dad.”

She shakes her head, her eyes filled with tears, “No, don’t say that. I can’t deny that you’ve made some mistakes, but you were doing the best you could. What I said yesterday wasn’t true. It’s not how I feel. I do wish my father was alive, but not that you took his place. I love you, dad.” Her voice breaks.

He breathes in deeply, rubbing her back. “I love you too, babygirl. Eywa has blessed me with you.”

She smiles a little bit, a few tears leaking out, “The feelings are mutual.” The two pull apart, and Jake gently wipes the tears from his daughter’s face. 

“How were you supposed to have prevented her seizure?” He asks, his brow raised. His eyes are teary, but he doesn’t cry. 

Y/n laughs softly and shrugs, “No clue.”

He nods, patting her shoulder. “You do your best to keep your siblings safe. I appreciate you.”

She smiles, swallowing thickly, “Thank you.”

He ruffles her hair, “Come on, let’s go inside.”

Y/n glances behind her father, to see Ao’nung alone on the beach. “I- uh, I’ll be right there.”

He glances behind him, and his brows raise in surprise. “Uh huh, alright then.”

“I’m just making new friends, like you said.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go. Don’t be too long.” 

Y/n smiles, and givs her dad one more quick hug. “I love you, dad.”

“I love ya too, kid.” He kisses the top of her head, before nudging her towards the boy. “Go on.”

She quietly walks to the boy and sits beside him, once again their thighs touch. She nudges him with her knee, and he looks over quietly. He studies her for a moment, before sighing deeply and looking back out to the water.

“A penny for your thoughts?” She asks softly.

“A what?”

She pauses for a moment, “Right… a super cool shell for your thoughts?”

He hums quietly, “I have plenty of super cool shells.”

She nods, “Okay. Well, I’m pretty sure mine is cooler.”

“May I see it?”

“...Not at this moment, unfortunately, no.”

He smiles a little, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

She smiles back at him, “Just thinking out loud here, but I’m assuming I haven’t convinced you?”

“You’d be correct to assume that.”

She sighs, shrugging a little, “Welp. It was worth a shot.” She stays there, looking out over the horizon. She doesn’t say anything else, just sits there. Like he did for her. She’s not sure if that’s what he wants, but he hasn’t told her to leave yet.

“Is Kiri alright?” He finally breaks the silence.

Y/n nods, “She’ll be okay. She’s just shaken up. I don’t know what Norm and Max think about what happened, but as far as I know, she’s okay.”

“That’s good. Whatever it is, I don’t think it’s something those skywalkers would know about.”

“Why’s that?”

“The Spirit Tree was reacting to her… it wasn’t something scientific, it was spiritual. That much is certain.”

“Yeah, I agree. All I’m worried about is whether or not she’s okay.” 

“I understand.” He answers simply, and continues staring out into the ocean. The silence is comfortable, but Y/n can’t help but be slightly worried for the boy.

“Are you okay?” She asks gently, tearing her eyes away from the water to look at him again.

He doesn’t answer, and she doesn’t press. She bites her cheek, and scoots closer to rest her head on his shoulder. She understands him, he understands her. Although they got off on the wrong foot, people can always change. Eventually their true colors will always poke through the facade. It all depends on who decides the chip at the walls and gives the light a peephole to shine through. After a few moments, Ao’nung lays his head on top of the girl’s, and they sit together in silence.

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babes i have a request

so im in the mood for angst...bc why not

so like can i request like an aonung x sully!reader set in the way of water timeline but like instead of neteyam dying it's reader who dies

does this make sense😭😭

CLEARLY u LOVE the idea of people dying because ??? WHY would u do this But ok Ye ask and ye shall receive

“I promised.”

word count: 2.3k

pairings: ao’nung x f! sully! reader (angst)

notes: - reader is the sibling in between Neteyam and Kiri in terms of age - ao’nung and reader already have an established relationship prior to the events of this story - i am NOT giving reader a name, i also dont think there are any mentions like y/n or [name] or anything like that

warnings: descriptions of war, death, blood, idk more death, sadness, its sad 4 sure but idk if its tear-worthy?

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“C’mon! We have to go get Spider!” Lo’ak nodded his head towards the inside of the ship as you cut him free from his restraints. 

“What?” you responded, unable to process what he’d just said.

Your older brother behind you, Neteyam, cut off the tie bounding Tuk’s hands with a dagger, and another quick snap further behind told you Ao’nung had just cut off Tsireya’s.

You and your siblings were in the middle of a full blown war.

Besides almost getting crushed by Payakan, getting taken hostage, killing about 5 people trying to save your siblings, and witnessing the deaths of many of your own people, things in your opinion were going great so far. 

“C’mon sis, we can’t leave without him!” Lo’ak crouched down, picking up a gun from one of the fallen na’vi soldiers slouched against the railings, blood seeping down their skull. 

Your gaze was fixed on the grip of the gun that was firmly clasped in his fingers, stained with red at the bottom. The blood trickled down silently, creating a small pool on the already drenched floor, yet it seemed inconsequential amidst the chaos.

In that brief moment of dread, a warm hand fell on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. 

Something similar to fear took over your body, causing you to be unable to take your eyes off your younger brother who looked at you hopefully, while you stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to save him. The images of blood spraying all over replayed in your mind, making it hard to focus on anything else.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” a comforting voice drifted through the air, pulling you back into reality. 

The foreign accent had a calming effect on your senses, a zap of electricity running down your queue.

Whipping your head, you met the eyes of the person who had spoken, the comforting shade of aquamarine looking back at you with such emotion.

Lo’ak rolled his eyes at the sight, a low growl forming in his throat. He never approved of your relationship with the boy, but what could he do about it? He was in love with the man’s sister!

Neteyam sauntered towards your brother, braids waving wildly in the air as they always did. 

“I’ll go with you,” he nodded at Lo’ak, ignoring Ao’nung completely as he looked at you, seeking any form of approval.

Your brows knitted together, and you shook your head. 

“It’s fine. I’ll go. We all know I’m a better warrior than Neteyam anyways.” you joked, attempting to lift the mood. 

“Are you sure?” Neteyam said softly.

“Positive. You should go and help out the other warriors.” you nodded, feeling the comforting warmth of Ao’nung’s hand leave your shoulder. 

Looking back at him, you could see the fear and concern etched on your lover's face. He looked so perplexed, a reaction you’d never seen on his face before.

Before you could take a single step, his arms pulled you in for a hug as if he was shielding you from any threat that could harm you.

He didn’t want you to leave.

Lo’ak and Neteyam groaned, looking instead at the ocean, watching the metkayina and the sky people battle for their opposing goals.

Ao’nung leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. 

"Please be careful."

The sound that came from his mouth was barely but a whisper, as if he would choke if he said it any louder. 

You smiled, placing a hand on his neck reassuringly. 

“I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

As the words left your lips, you waved a farewell to him before going inside the ship, Lo’ak in front of you. 

The thumping of your heart echoed in your chest like an empty chamber. You weren’t going to break a promise. 

At least, 

not this time.

“Lereho!” a guttural, high pitched scream reverberated throughout the forest. 

The sleeping creatures lifted their heads up in the sky, ears pointing in all different directions, attempting to make out the source of the scream.

“LEREHO!” a 7-year-old you screamed even louder, tears flowing down your pale face as you looked at the rusty helicopter. 

The rusty helicopter which had now trapped your friend inside its worn down metal walls, and he scratched against the door endlessly, trying to get out.

“I- I-” your words were unable to come out, your entire body trembling with fear. 

The large metal body was encased in mossy vines that suspended it above the lake, and Eywa knows Lereho couldn’t swim to save his life.

“I’LL GET HELP, LEREHO! PLEASE STAY HERE!” you cried out, praying to the Great Mother he could hear you. 

“I PROMISE I’LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE!” you yelled, your voice hoarse and strained, your entire body buckling down with the weight of your words. 

You turned back and ran as far as you could, as fast as your legs could take you. Your face was all scrunched up and your eyes were full of tears, partly obscuring your vision. 

Branches scratched your body and drew blood from your fresh wounds, but you didn’t care. Guilt overtook your body and put you on autopilot.

If you hadn’t told him to, he wouldn’t have gone in the helicopter with you. 

If you hadn’t been stupid, you wouldn’t have closed the door.

If you hadn’t slipped on the vines on your way back to solid ground, the helicopter wouldn’t be creaking slowly, on its way to submerge him fully in the lake. 

If you hadn’t been friends with him in the first place, maybe he would’ve been alright right now.

You wiped the water from your eyes and the snot from your nose harshly with your bleeding hands. 

By the time you returned with your father, all that was left were the torn apart vines flowing loosely in the wind of the night. 

They couldn’t even retrieve his body.

Beads of water welled up at the corners of your eyes as you crouched along the wall, Spider in your sights. 

Blinking rapidly to get rid of them, you leapt down with Lo’ak, taking care of the humans surrounding your friend mercilessly. 

You screamed as you smashed the last one’s skull along the railing, flipping them into the water, heavy pants leaving your chest as the adrenaline wore off.

“Woah. You alright?” Lo’ak gasped, slightly concerned. 

“I’m fine,” you breathed out. “We have to go, now.”

You grabbed a gun from one of the dead soldiers, and not long after you heard the sounds of rapid gunfire hit metal a bit too close to you for your liking. 

With your instincts you dove out of the way, grabbing Spider with your free hand and quickly crawling along the floor towards the moonpool, ensuring that Lo’ak was still behind you. 

The shots from the gun made the air burn in your lungs, and you coughed vehemently before hiding behind a wall just in front of the moonpool, whispering a quick apology to Spider for being so harsh with him. 

“You two go!” you shouted at the two boys behind you, whipping out your gun in an attempt to kill the bastard who was shooting so restlessly at you. 

“Are you nuts? We aren’t leaving you!” Lo’ak yelled back, considerably offended you’d think he’d abandon you so easily.

“Just go now! I’ll be fine!” you growled, taking another shot at the recom. 

Amidst the deafening sounds of gunfire, you were able to discern two distinct splashes in the water. 

Retreating behind the wall for cover, you swiftly reloaded your weapon with the remaining ammunition scattered on the ground. 

Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself and emerged once again, determined to make your final shot count.

Ao’nung whipped his head around frantically as he stood on one of the ships purposed for hunting tulkun, all of the previous occupiers…removed.

He looked towards the ship for any possible sign that you were still okay.

He’d witnessed Lo’ak and Spider riding away from the ship on an ilu, but where were you?

His heart beat faster and faster with every shallow breath he desperately took, unable to imagine what had happened to you. 

Just before he was about to call his own ilu, he heard a loud splash from the water behind him. 

He turned his body, bracing for a surprise attack, but instead, he got a surprise hug.

As your body melded with his, you rested your chin on his shoulder, feeling a calming sense of peace.

At first, his hands trembled as he placed them on your back, taken aback by the sudden embrace. 

But gradually, he relaxed into it, a radiant smile gracing his face as he shut his eyes, savouring every point of contact between your bodies, determined to remember what it felt like. 

There were so many things he’d wanted to say to you, but only three words left his quivering lips. 

“You… came back,” he choked out, even attempting to hug you tighter, before realising that he might have been hurting you- to which he loosened his grip.

You sighed contently, gazing at the water behind him. “I promised.”

Just then, you saw something underneath the ripples of the ocean. 

Everything was too fast for him to process. 

One second, he was hugging you like it was the last thing he could ever do with you in the world.

The next second, it actually was.

His eyelids whipped wide open as he heard a gunshot, his body hitting the floor in the direction opposite to where he was originally standing. 

You threw him out of harm’s way. 

The last time he’d ever seen you was with your mouth agape and pupils shrunken into the size of his thumb, as you fell lifelessly backwards into the water with a loud splash. 

“NO!” he screamed helplessly as he scrambled up from the floor, his knees scraping against metal as he crawled frantically towards the edge to see if you were alright. 

The only thing he could see from the surface of the water was your blood slowly tinting the ocean red. No bubbles. No sign of you resurfacing. 

Without hesitation, he plunged into the blood-red ocean, his body slicing through the water with a sense of urgency. As he dove deeper, his limbs thrashed and flailed, propelled by a desperate need to reach you and bring you back to the surface.

His panicked movements grew increasingly frantic as he searched for you, his bloodshot eyes darting around frantically in the murky depths. Every fibre of his being was focused on finding you, but as he scanned the water, he realised with a jolt that you were nowhere to be found.

Determined to keep searching, he pushed himself to swim deeper, his hands and feet churning the water as he scoured the depths for any sign of you. 

But as he descended further and further into the abyss, his vision began to blur, and his lungs burned with the need for air.

Despite his physical limitations, he refused to give up, driven by a fierce determination to find you. 

All he could see was the trail of your blood, leading him deeper into the unknown.

His fingers outstretched, he tried to reach you, but it was too late. 

His lungs burned with a searing pain as he struggled to hold his breath. But he refused to give up, clinging to the hope that he would find you alive and well.

As the seconds ticked by, his chances grew slimmer, and his body began to betray him. His limbs felt heavy and sluggish, and his vision grew hazy with tears.

Despite his efforts, he simply couldn't hold on any longer. 

He broke the surface of the water, gasping for air as his heart shattered into a million pieces. 

The devastating reality of his failure hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him reeling with a sense of loss and despair.

A soul-wrenching cry tore through the air.

The sound was so raw and guttural that it felt as if it came from the very depths of the earth itself, carrying with it the weight of a thousand shattered dreams.

It was the kind of cry that would make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, a sound that would haunt you long after battle was over. 

The cries of the wounded and dying were nothing compared to the sheer agony and despair that his cry conveyed. 

The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks - he had lost you forever. 

The person he loved most in this world was gone, sacrificed her life to save his. The weight of his grief was so heavy that it felt like a physical burden, crushing him from the inside out.

He wanted to scream, to wail to Eywa, to beg for a chance to take your place. 

But he was powerless, reduced to a helpless witness of his own tragedy. 

He could feel the weight of his guilt like a physical pain, knowing that you had given your life for his.

Every following moment he had to live without you was a torture, a constant reminder of what he had lost. 

He tried to fill the void with his duties, with distractions, with anything that would make the pain go away, but nothing worked.

He would lie awake at night, imagining the pain you felt, the last moments of your life. He pictured you sinking into the cold, dark depths of the ocean, alone and scared, the light fading from your eyes.

It was a pain that he knew would never truly leave him, a wound that would never fully heal. 

He felt as if a part of him had died with you, and he knew that he would never be whole again.

They couldn’t retrieve your body. You couldn’t have a proper burial. He couldn’t ever see you again, not even through the spirit tree. 

Having to explain what happened to you to your family almost killed him; he could only imagine the pain they felt if he was feeling that way.

He blamed himself. And deep down inside, he knew that they did too.

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i hope it's sad lol i'm sorry if its not 😭 and tysm for the request @dearstell 💗 i finally got one after like a month 😭 idk i just headcanon that without a proper burial, the na’vi can’t be reconnected with Eywa upon death, so people can’t see them through the spirit tree. it’s an educated headcanon, if you will.

now how do u feel realising the words in the title are actually the reader’s last words?? do u feel upset?? i sure hope u do cause i put lots of thought into that, just for u guys :) 

as always, tysm for reading til the end! I appreciate all your support, comments and reblogs 💗

much love, lorre.