#avatar Valentine’s Day

[fluorynn]

🩵 — 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Valentines Day spent with Ao’nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo !

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : @missisaz @lauren1523 @deadgirlrin @faintfill @akariwe @honeycinnamon @dananannanana @aristocolourway @by-bananant @huahuagongzhu @xobridgertonblues @hungrynessforfics @innercreationflower @angie-1306 @cozybubble

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 : @cafekitsune !!!

a/n : part 2 !! I divided it for the reason being that if I United all 6 of these characters, it wouldn’t fit all the dividers/banners/pictures🥲🥲 These characters are a bit … less mention of Valentines unlike with Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak, and more so on the side of fluff and lovey dovey interactions with them if that makes sense? But I tried and I do hope you enjoy these !! Happy Valentines Day ! <33

Valentines Day with Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak !

— Ao’nung !

“You better watch those five fingered hands of yours when you touch my hair, eh? And do not over decorate it with those beads.” His snarl was anything but harsh, you’ve learned to distinguish between his tones — jesting, venomous, endearing even. You’ve learned to distinguish between his churlish temper he uses with your brothers and the edge of affection he overflowed when in your presence. The affection he conveyed in this moment, allowing it to give you permission in seeing him with his dark coils released from their notorious plaits and up-do while he is seated between your legs, cheek resting over your thigh while fiddling with your songcord. Both just to mess with you and to observe the fine piece.

He had picked you to partake in this for three reasons :

1. His fondness for your touch.

2. He had heard and seen the petite box of trinkets you had brought from the forest, and never found the perfect person to try them on besides him, and he was a tad bit intrigued to see how they’d look on himself, not aware of the ones you’ve made for him.

3. His hair needed a deep, meticulous cleanse and much narrowed rebraid.

“Ao’nung, shut up– stop moving, you skxawng! It would be easier if you didn’t move so often – why’d you even ask me if you’re going to act this way, huh?” He only let out an ‘annoyed’ huff but settled back into his spot. You’ve learned that it was uncommon for Ao’nung to let anyone else care for his hair, the only person ever permitted to was his young sister, Tsireya and his mother, Ronal for the reason being they were brisk with their movements, careful even with the consideration that he was a very tender headed thing. Of course, he’d never admit it to anyone, you included, though you already had the perception of this thanks to his sister and best friend, Rotxo.

To which is why his squirming came with no unrecognition, and internally wondered how is it that he’d given you the opportunity to touch his scalp after weeks of begging him, and why is it that he said his Mother had maintained to rest due to her pregnancy and his sister had been busy yet you had spotted Tsireya simply hanging out with Lo’ak? Why is it that out of nowhere, he approached you and tasked you whether you liked it or not? Why is it that his ears create a flickering motion with every attentive stroke you give his head?

“If I am hurting you, simply say so.” His neck canted back only to see your gold irises peering at him, concerned and punctured. “I don’t like to fully depend on these,” he hissed at the light pinch you gave his ear, “to see if you’re in pain. Speak up, okay?”

He muttered a ‘yes’ before his hand strayed to the beads around your ankle, beads he gifted you, flicking them slightly. He couldn’t help the tiny smile playing on his lips when he remembered gifting them to you, the way he felt his heart double its size the more he kept his gaze on you, so happy with that pretty wide smile, hoisting yourself on your toes and strutting around to let him see how the jewelry piece looked on you, and all he could think was that no piece of jewelry would ever add onto the immense beauty you already carried.

He had already embraced the fact of his liking for you, and wether you admitted it to him or not, he knew you reciprocated his feelings. It was probably obvious already, for the way your anger-less banters were constant, the way minor touches went by, the way he, and you, were always on the look out for one another, to have each other in sight. It gave him assurance, it gave him confidence, peace to see you. To be with you.

A silence overtook him and it slightly concerned you. Silence was not ordinary for Ao’nung, not when he was with you at least. But you didn’t say anything and continued to wash his hair, disentangle, apply the oils his Mother had entrusted you with, and entwine narrowed braids upon his scalp, creating a hair wrap on one twine. That is when you heard the sound his throat made and his shoulders slightly faltered from their broad posture from the air slowly rising from his lungs.

“I…do not entirely dislike the thought of it. Of you, near me, like this. I know that you won’t … hurt me…not with that small strength of yours anyway.” His chin lightly jutted down, and you grinned at the rare meekness edging his tone before he shifted to turn and bore those bright blue depths of his into yours, practically letting them swallow you whole the closer he inclined himself near your face.

Delicate were his features and somehow he managed to perfect the image of boldness and strength as he stared at you, as his long fingers reached with a gentleness he himself didn’t even recognize, curling over the curves of your knees.

“I respond to your touch because I do not dislike you, paysyul.” and there it was, that sly twist of his mouth and head tilt when you leaned forward, and as much as you wanted to roll your eyes at his expression, you didn’t dare avert from the portrait he displayed, the richness of his curls accentuating those lovely features he inherited.

“You like me then?”

He made a ‘tsk’ sound at your mocking use of voice, the flat of his nose tapping lightly against your own once, twice, three times, and the action induced a cute nose scrunch he’d grown accustomed to seeing on each Sully kid, yet yours was far more effective and gorgeous to him. “Is that not the opposite of unlike? Who is the skxawng now, eh?”

Before you can retort the name he had called you, his mouth pressed against yours, and your words disintegrate down your throat and pursed your lips at his stupidly appealing smirk.

“Now come on. Do not distract me with your kissing. You are not finished with my hair just yet. Or else this is the last time I let you—”

“I didn’t even ask you this time! And you kissed me!”

“But you were bound to—ow!” You smirked in triumph from the light tug you gave his hair, only for him to gain vengeance in pinching the skin of your ankle.

“I will stop, don’t tempt me.”

He glared and huffed like a child. “…Proceed. Please.”

After quite some time from braiding his head, with minor jesting banters here and there, you had finally finished; different shades of green and blue wraps and beads adorning those thick locks of his, and Ao’nung didn’t deny the proud smile he carried at your handy work, rewarding you with a playful tug on one of your braids and a swift kiss on the cheek before bolting into the water, away your smack.

— Tsireya !

“Do you…do you like it?”

Tsireya felt your heartbeat, racketing and soaring against the flat of her palm, your ilu creating a sound that indicated the distress you felt with every second passing of her silence. Her ears keenly picked up every inhale, the sharpness of the air slicing down your bobbing throat. You felt as she slowly descended from the ilu and gracefully swam through the water and to the land that resonated mere inches in front of you. You were quick to follow after her with a quick mutter of a ‘thank you’ to your new companion, your body lacking its stability in water from your fidgeting but managed to stand upon shore right across from you two.

Overtime, Tsireya learned that you were an impatient overthinker, and she had no doubt bursting conclusions now consumed that head of yours the longer she contemplated your question. With all the sincerity she held in her heart, she knew the answer already. Normally, she’d already grant it to you with so much enthusiasm, but something halted her from doing so. Awestruck she was, and it should have been evident from the way her sapphire irises glimmered, and the words she wished to say stayed trapped in her throat while one of her hands tightly held the small gift she had for you and the sun lily you’d gifted her with. The sun lily you happened to pick from the innumerable amount of glowing ones across the ground.

Your growing spiral of waiting made the guilt crawl within her, surrendering her body to release a soft exhale and give you an eager nod. “I adore it, ma tanhi.” Her pretty smile adorned with those dimples were enough to flare the ember stars within your eyes that resembled the nickname she’d given you and her smile widened. Your frozen demeanor thawed away when you reached for her hand, leading her deeper into the small-like forest.

A fort made of lengthy green leaves and stabled sticks entangled with lovely vines stood above both your laying forms. She’d never been surrounded by Pandora’s grassy plains, she’d never had the chance to visit farther than Awa’atlu for her People thought why would she ever want to leave her home when she has everything right where she is?

But the chance given and assisted by you was worth enough, because as your arms engulfed her cozily, she was reminded that this right here was everything she needed, was everything you needed.

The length of your blue arms tightened around her body as she laid atop of you, the elegant space between her shoulders becoming the spot your chin resided in. The roseate colors of her nose affectionately nuzzled across your cheekbone, and you grinned knowingly at how she traced the deep contoured markings etched into your complexion. You basked in the way her touch strayed to your hair, fingertips grazing over your braids and admiring how they were adorned with the jeweled spirals she had made for you, a trinket of a small shell dangling from it.

The purity of drifting into all of what one another was and will become came freely to you both; she allowed you to card your fingers through the long cascades of her curls as you styled them while she fiddled with the single twist swaying over your temple, and you’d occasionally ask if everything was to her liking. You loved to take care of her, you loved providing for her with nothing in return besides her grand love for you. You were hers, and you knew when the time came, when you had the blessing of her mother, the Tsahik and most importantly, Eywa’s, she was to be your mate, and you both eternally longed for that day.

Nestling her back against your chest eased her mind, and the ocean’s breeze ruffled through the night serenely, and your body only added onto that as your warmth embraced her. Her eyes rose to the fort’s canopy, smiling at the glittering beads woven within the vines.

Round hues shimmered and lit your heart up. A light kiss brushed your cheek and your eyes widened in surprise. Your broad grin soon followed however, stirring her insides, and you would admit that just by existing, she managed to stir your own heart.

“Would you like to see what I got you?” She giggled at the way your eyes widened and gave her a nod. “Yeah.”

Your eyes fell over a multilayered arm bracelet with beads, its colors having the familiar pattern your brother, Neteyam once wore. Though she didn’t want to emit tears, she knew the dam was bound to happen, tears pearling your lashes. “I know how high you thought of him and deeply you loved your brother. Your mama helped me recreate this, with the same beads he once wore.” The pads of your trembling fingers smoothed over each bead, each color that once and forever will symbolize Neteyam.

You kissed her cheek, then her lips with a soft laugh. “You are amazing, y’know that?”

“I wish to stay here, with you forever under this fortress. I really like the way you made this.”

You laughed once more, lips falling over her dimpled cheek and pulled her even deeper into you. “One day, we’ll have our own fortress and stay together forever, beautiful girl.”

“I see you, Y/N.” Everything you were, are, and bound to become will forever be eternally accepted by her soul. She leaned in to sweetly kiss you right before you could even return her words because she already knew, and there was something strong about already knowing.

— Rotxo !

You fell in love with one of the sweetest, most attentive and caring souls on the planet; Rotxo. Sweetest for the way he conveyed his immense love for you. Attentive, even when you think he doesn’t notice the smallest of things, from physical to emotional, or when your presence wasn’t anywhere near him; “Where is your sister? Where is Y/N? I thought she would be here?” And caring as to awareness of your well-being, of how you feel, of just wanting to smother you with his love and have you approach it as well.

That attentiveness and care was always right around the corner when he knew you needed it, or when he simply wanted to bathe you in his affections. A lace of thin beads ornamented your torso, glimmering and clashing astonishingly with your tones, a pretty shelled necklace sitting over your collarbones. The lace of beads and shelled necklace that happened to be made by Rotxo himself, along with the chest piece he had patched back together for you for when you were training on your ilu, it slightly tore. Rotxo never thought something too feminine or too masculine for anyone, so he didn’t pay no mind when his close friend, Ao’nung had teased him of making accessories and loincloths for you and ask him if he was comfortable with your height differences ( you were a tad bit taller than the Reef boy…tad) , or the way Lo’ak, your brother would make remarks of his ‘straightness’, and instead absorbed the way Tsireya would cheer him on, absorbed the way Kiri and Tuk would help him pick the best of pieces that suited their sister, absorbed how your oldest brother approved of him to be with you.

Proud he was to be able to make such things for you, and to be gifted with the way your face would brighten so prettily because of his acts. Rotxo thought the teasing he’d received had been so worth it as he watched you in amazement, a smile appealing his face. “Thank you, my sweet boy! Thank you, thank you!”

“It suits you, sevin. Very pretty…too pretty for me.” Your hands curl around his cheeks, mushing them slightly between your hold as he beamed up at you. “I am too pretty because of you. You add on to my prettiness. Just look at that face of yours!”

You adored the way his eyes crinkled crescent-like, the way the crystal blue brimmed from them before they disappeared behind closed eyelids, the way those lush lips smile so softly, so completely love-struck by you.

Your lower lip then so very subtly pronounced, and it was immediate the way his smile fell and the worry dawning upon him. “You say I’m too pretty for you when you’re too good for me.” Your fingers slid down his face and climbed up the nape of his neck before letting them stray into his bundle of thick locks. “You take very good care of me…you constantly gift me things. And while I adore it, it makes me feel bad for not keeping up with it–”

“But you do by gifting me with your time! –”

“Which is why I made you something!” You grinned at the way he tilted his head and one of his ears flitted against his head. His face contained intrigue while his tail very lightly moved. “Really? And what exactly did you make for me….?”

Quickly pecking his forehead, you pulled him by the arm near your family’s marui. “Wait here, okay?”

“Sevin, you did not have to get me anything—” He tried protesting though vehement glare dissolved his words; not taking no for an answer and he sighed. With a shrug and nod, you grinned and quickly rushed in and grabbed ahold of the gifts, returning with a wide smile that made his own form. “Give me your arm, love.”

He complied, head tilting as his brow line quirked. Your giggle reverberated through him when you slid the band with a blue sea glass stone up the length of his arm, stopping right above his bicep. “This stone glows under the night sky.” Another piece of jewelry was in your hold, three necklaces, similar in color to the single one you wore. “Each of the three carry the same beads you have used for me.”

His happiness was apparent despite the efforts to maintain a serious demeanor, a warmth erupting in his chest at your actions. The little squirm his mouth made did not go unnoticed by you when you told him about the beads. He finally gave in, a beam stretched across his face and you bathed in it as you clasped each necklace around his neck. “Sevin…irayo ( thank you ) Y/N!”

His soft sounds of giggles floated in your ears as firm pecks sweetly assaulted every part of his face and his arms winded around you. He took slight steps back, steps that soon became a full plummet of both your bodies into the water with a loud splash. You said nothing, simply stared at each other, damped with Awa’atlu’s waters, before giggling.

Your arms remained around his neck, hands reaching up and smiled softly at the way the wet wisps of his locks immediately curled around your digits.

“You, Rotxo, deserve many, many good things.” You reminded, tracing circles into his damp cheek with the pad of your thumb. “ I want you to know that I acknowledge everything you do for me. That I appreciate it. So thank you, my sweet boy, for all you do for me.”

His cheeks flushed at your words, throat closing in what could be seen as emotion and a soft laugh emitted from your throat as his head dipped into your neck. His fingertips brushing over the beads around you and a purr-like sound rumbling through his chest. A sound you felt to the center of your being, and crooned down at the smiling boy as he continued thanking you and holding you in his arms, promising to never discard these gifts you’ve given him ever, unaware of the 5 pair of eyes watching from afar.

…

“…I told you the beads he gave her were a good idea.”

“Ao’nung, shut up. I never doubted Rotxo for a second.”

“You thought he was gay, Lo’ak. Neteyam was most supportive.”

“Gross.”

“…they have been holding together for too long.”

“Kiri, Teyam, you’re gonna ruin the moment !!”

Meanwhile, Tsireya is carrying a wide smile while trying NOT to shed some happy tears for her dear friends.

[unpersoniverse]

I saw a tweet that said Korra's only a softie around Asami and one thing led to another...

[iikatsukii]

Too Late.

synopsis: they loved you when it was too late. 

pairings: sully family x daughter/sister!reader, neteyam x twin!reader, neytiri x daughter! Reader, jake x daughter!reader

warnings: mentions of death, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts(?), swearing, familial issues. 

word count: 3.6k

a/n: would yall believe me if i said i wrote this while listening to pussy talk by city girls LMFAOOOOO p.s. Happy valentines day (THE RED TEXT IS "FESTIVE" im trynna get into the valentines day spirit :D). I wish i could've given yall part two of illicit love instead of this but i'm not done with it </3. ALMOST THO!!! (gif creds: @world-of-pandora)

(p.s. part two is out now!!)

it was never supposed to end like this. jake's mouth felt bitter. his whole body shook as he let out the most heart-stopping scream when his eyes landed on his eldest daughter. you, neteyam's twin, lay lifeless in his arms. your father cried because he never got to tell you he was proud of you, or that he loved you, or that you didn't need to compare to your brother to still be considered his baby girl. 

it wasn't always like this, though. 

you and neteyam were always happy and playing around together when you were younger. still, as you two grew older, neteyam took on olo'eyktan training and became his father's perfect warrior. where does that leave you? mo'at had chosen kiri to pursue tsahik training because of her apparent connection to eywa. so where does that leave you? lo'ak took on the role of the troublemaker, and tuk, of course, is just the baby of the family. so where does that leave you?

you're lo'ak's babysitter. making sure the boy doesn't get into trouble, but with your lack of training due to your father training your brother more than you, you weren't really the best babysitter. honestly, it was more lo'ak protecting than you protecting him. he kept you from losing balance while in high places, saved you when you fell into the rapids and flew you home when you forgot your way as if you had not lived in this forest your whole life. 

you felt like a burden on your family. 

nothing you ever did was right. 

you went hunting? cool, but you didn't bring back enough for the whole family, so now neteyam and lo'ak have to go out and find more food for everyone else. 

you bead a necklace for your friend? great, but you messed up the pattern she asked for, so she brought it to kiri so she could remake it.

tuk wanted to go play with you? of course! but now she has a sprained ankle from falling into the river while you were looking at flowers a few feet away.

and every time, somehow, some way, your family always managed to say something that felt like a blade stabbed through your heart.

"next time, y/n, just leave the hunting to neteyam and i. at least we know the right amount to bring back." it was lo'ak before he and your twin had to go hunting for more food for dinner a few weeks ago.

"you know, sister, your jewelry hasn't been the same recently. i've had sooo many of your friends coming back to me saying you messed up the pattern they asked for. just try and pay more attention when you're beading." kiri said as you walked into your home. she was re-beading the necklace you gave to your best friend yesterday. 

the one she told you was perfect and that she loved it.

"how could you leave your sister unattended like that y/n she could've been killed?! why can't you be like neteyam? you’re twins, for crying out loud, y/n. do you not care for your sister's well-being?" your father scolded you outside your grandmother's hut. you could hear her cries inside the tent, along with your mother's gentle words of comfort, as she tried to calm her youngest daughter down. 

you were being compared to your twin for the millionth time in your life, and as used to this as you should be, it still hurt just as bad as the first time your father had said it. 

"she only sprained her ankle. it was an accident sempu–" you tried to defend yourself, but you were cut off. 

"NO. it is, sir. do you understand me?" jake yelled at you. in your 18 years, your father had never raised his voice at you, let alone for you calling him 'sempu.' he used to love it when you called him because you were his ite and he was your sempu. but right now, to him, you were just someone who had hurt his child and nothing more than that. you hang your head, eyes falling to the floor in front of you as you didn't want your father to see you cry. 

"sorry, sir." was all you said before walking away. you don't know where you walked, but you found yourself at the abandoned shack. you knew this area was forbidden, so when you realized where you were, you immediately crouched. you were just gonna walk back because your father would kill you if he found out you were over here, but then you heard voices. you looked through the bush to see a group of 3 or 4 avatars. you knew you couldn't escape now, so you pressed on the collar of your neck.

"sempu– sorry. sir, i need help, i wasn't paying attention to where i was walking, and i can hear avatars speaking english and–" your father cut you off.

"where are you?" he, your mother, and your two brothers were patrolling around your land's territories when they heard you through their earpieces. 

you let out a heavy sigh, praying to eywa that he wouldn't chew your ass up for being here, before pressing the button again and saying, 

"i'm at the abandoned shac–AHH! OWW, LET GO, YOU ASSHOLE!!" you couldn't finish as one of the avatars found your hiding spot, grabbing you by your queue.

thankfully your family had heard enough. your twin telling his father he knew a shortcut, they all flew as fast as they could to you. honestly, this was their last straw. everyone was fed up with you constantly making things hard for everyone.

your mother, though, was worried. you were caught by those skydemons all by yourself. who knew what they would do to you?

as you waited for your family, you were roughly held by your queue as they poked and prodded at you like they had never seen a native before. 

"let me see your hands." the man with a buzzcut spoke. 

"why don't you look at my feet instead?" you said. they all gave you a confused look until you kicked quaritch right in his face. you don't know how, but it caused the avatar behind you to loosen his grip, so you tried to make a break for it.

unluckily for you, the female avatar grabbed your arm, pulling you back into her form. she gripped you by your neck, unaware that she had pressed the button on your communicator. you hissed at her. the man you had kicked was only laughing as he wiped the blood dripping from his nose. "she must be one of his. she's defiant. grab her hands, let me see." he said

the avatar behind you grabbed your hands, holding them both out. 

"hm… four fingers. maybe she's not one of his." were they gonna let you go? wishful thinking.

"fine. she may not be one of his but if one of their people go missing they're bound to come for her. keep her." his words made your heart sank. were they gonna take you? away from everything? your home? your family? if you could even call it that. 

but then you thought about it. you really can't call it that. you don't remember the last happy memory you had with someone, anyone, in your family. it clicked to you that it had been about 10 minutes since you had radioed your father, and he wasn't here yet. were they even coming for you? you knew it was a stupid question. they weren't coming for you. why would they when this was the easiest way to get rid of the weak link of the family? it's not like your blood would be on their hands, and their life would be way better without you.

"they're not gonna come for me. i have no family. you killed my family in the last war, you dickhead." you lied to the man you had kicked earlier. 

hearing you say this confused your family. what were you talking about?

"dammit you're an orphan? i didn't know the na'vi had any of those. then what do we do with her. she's useless. nobody will notice she's gone." the woman behind you asked her superior. 

"hmm.. i have a better idea. kill her. use her as a warning to the sullys. this is what we're capable of now. it'll be a threat. give us jake sully and nobody else will die. but this one… this one is our lab rat. we're gonna make you bleed out nice and slow little one." he said as he grabbed his pistol off his waist, pressing it below your jaw. the nickname made you internally gag, but you held your ground. 

these people had no real idea how tired you really were. you were exhausted. you were ready for life with eywa. you wanted your deity to hold you close, keep you warm, and protect you from the harsh real world. the world that your parents didn't adequately prepare you for. the world that you were ready to leave. 

"kill me," you said as you grabbed quaritch's wrist and moved his gun from under your jaw to right above your heart. "and make it quick. nobody will come for me anyways," you said in a monotone voice.

the avatars all looked at you in awe. they had never once seen a na'vi so willing to give up their life. the natives they had all met were vicious, hissing and armed, always ready to kill. but you. you were the opposite.

you were fed up and ready to die. but not for your people. for your own inner peace. 

"no," quaritch said, putting his gun down. that shocked everyone. like he shocked his soldiers and your family, who had been listening the whole time. they were trying to get to you as fast as possible.

hearing how you really felt was a wake-up call for your family. and when they heard bullets moving within the chamber of quaritch's pistol, they all flew their ikrans as fast as possible, weaving through trees and around mountains, trying to get to you.

you looked at the man like he had just betrayed you. 

"DO IT, YOU COWARD! FUCKING DO IT! NOBODY WILL COME FOR ME!! THEY DON'T CARE!! THEY DON'T FUCKING CARE!!" you don't know what came over you, but you tried to wrestle quaritch's pistol out of his hands. your family was only 2 clicks away and could hear you struggling. everyone landed at the same time. the sullys, excluding tuk and kiri, who had stayed with mo'at, caught quaritch's attention, which distracted him enough for you to pull the gun from his grip. 

you distanced yourself from everyone, and looking around, you realized you were surrounded by everyone. your family and these random avatar people. everyone could read you. you were a ticking time bomb and the only person in control of the trigger was you. one of the avatars took a step forward slowly, but you saw him move and point the gun at him. it didn't stop him from moving, but you heard screams of protest when you pointed the gun at your own head. that's when everyone froze. the avatars. your family. nature. time. eywa. you. everything was frozen.

"babygirl…" the nickname made you snap your neck to the man who was the root of your problems. 

"NO! no, you do not get to call me that. if i can't call you ma sempu, don't bother referring to me as your daughter." you said. your energy was depleted, and you knew you would only be able to stand here for a couple more minutes before you opened your own doors and walked to your great-mother. jake tried to take a step closer to you, which only caused you to tense up and pull on the trigger a little bit. everyone immediately backed up, your mother hissing at you through her tears. "MA ITE, PUT THE GUN DOWN," she screamed at you.

"sa'nok…" you whimpered, not even being able to look her in the eyes. 

"sa'nu… i can't" you sobbed. you could barely breathe and your tears were coming down in waterfalls at this point. you couldn't see anything clearly. your tears had blurred your vision. 

you knew your mom loved you. she and tuk were the only ones in the family who had never uttered a harsh word in your direction. though she was busy taking care of tuk, so it wasn't like you got much attention from them either. but there's no way you would blame her or tuk for that. if anything, you're sorry that you have to leave them, but this world isn't for you. you turned on your heels, looking at the man whose gun you took.

"you are a coward. you should've pulled the goddamn trigger. you're fucking pathetic. are you happy now? now everyone here gets to experience what they've waited so long for." nobody had ever heard you speak to anyone like that. honestly, they couldn't tell if your words were directed at quaritch or yourself. 

you inhaled, looking up at the eclipse, your bioluminescent freckles glowing brighter than they ever had in the nighttime as tears cascaded down your face. 

"goodbye," you said as you squeezed the trigger, hearing a loud bang and tons of screaming. you felt no pain, though. you opened your eyes, not realizing you had closed them, and looked around. you noticed your pistol was stuck in the tree in front of you with an arrow clean through it. you turned to your twin with hate in your eyes. he lowered his bow as he read your expression. 

"now you wanna save me?" your voice was weak but filled with venom. 

"why didn't you save me when you noticed i stopped hanging out with you guys? hm? why didn't you teach me when i was younger? huh? why didn't you talk to me other than when you were chewing my ass out for something that was A FUCKING ACCIDENT, GODAMMIT. WHY?!" you felt like your tears were endless. 

"WHY DIDN'T YOU LOVE ME?! ANSWER ME YOU FUCKERS!! WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?!" you screamed your frustrations at your father and brothers. none of them could look you in your eyes, save for your mother. "you only want to save me because you know how much i don't want to be saved anymore but it's too goddamn late," you said.

you turned to the female avatar who was holding you from before. you noticed her gun earlier and hoped you looked threatening enough for her to use it as you ran in her direction. she didn't know what to do. she didn't know you were a barely trained warrior or that you wouldn't have put a scratch on her. she didn't know you were harmless. all she knew was that you were a native, and the natives were hostile. 

so she pulled her gun out and fired two shots into your chest.

the momentum of the bullet was enough to stop you from running. you felt the searing pain start to blossom in your chest area. falling to your knees, your eyes met the woman who had shot you. you looked at her shirt, reading her name. it was a funny name to you, but you didn't care. she had fulfilled your wish without even knowing it. so you used your last breath to speak.

"thank you, z-dog" you slumped over on your side, as everything started to go slow. your vision was starting to darken, and you let it consume you, not wanting to fight for your life anymore. 

cue the screams and cries from your family and the fleeing steps of the rda soldiers. your chest stopped rising and falling, and your breathing had ceased. your family surrounded your body, trying to stop your bleeding and preserve the life that had already left your body. still, you had been shot twice, and both bullets had exit wounds. it was no use. nearby, na'vi had heard the screams of distress and had called over some hunters and scouts to investigate the scene since they knew the area was near the forbidden old shack.

the hunters and scouts arrived at the scene armed and ready to defend their people, but what they were met with was the last thing they expected to see. the eldest sully daughter was lying on the floor, motionless, with two bullet holes in her chest and her blood sinking into the forest floor. her family leaned over her body, screaming and crying for her to be okay and to return to them. they whispered how sorry they were. they whispered to her how if she came back, they would treat her right, teach her, hang out with her, and love her like they were supposed to. but it's too late.

nobody knew how to react. the eldest sully daughter had died, and nobody but her family knew what had happened. 

“ma ite, oel ngati kameie. i see you. i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. you don't have to be your brother. being you was just fine." your father cried as he cradled your head. brushing your hair away from your face, getting blood on your cheek since his hands were covered in it. 

neteyam and lo'ak were each holding one of your hands. they cried as they watched their tears pool in your palm and then fall off the edge to drip into the soil below your body. they couldn't believe they treated you like anything less than their sister. they treated you like you were a stranger, a burden to deal with. and now that you were gone, they could not tell you how sorry they were for how they treated you.

neytiri was inconsolable. her firstborn daughter had just died in front of her eyes. willingly. she wanted this. her own daughter wanted to take her life. and she couldn't do anything to stop it. how could she not know? how did you go 18 years hurting in silence? how did she not know you needed to be saved? 

"ma ite. my baby. ma y/n." neytiri's heart shattered when she saw those bullets go through your chest. she cried over your body for what felt like hours, but it was only a few minutes until the male healers came so they could carry you to the healing tents to prepare you for your burial ritual. 

as jake pulled his mate from your body, she started to push against him trying to get him to let go of her so she could return to her daughter. 

eventually, jake lets go, unable to keep his mate from her child. he joined her and just asked the healers to give your family a minute with you. 

they just nodded in understanding, leaving your family to grieve. 

two pairs of footsteps rushed towards the clearing, where the family mourned one of their own. 

kiri and tuk had heard the news and came as fast as they could. tuk screamed, running up to you and curling herself into your chest as she sobbed into your neck. she didn't care if she was getting blood all over herself. you were her older sister, and she didn't even get to say goodbye. she felt nothing but sadness and loss. tuk felt terrible because the last time she had seen you was earlier when you brought her back from the stream because she had sprained your ankle. and now you were lying on the forest floor dead? how did this happen?

"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! SISTER, PLEASE!!" kiri begged you to wake up as she placed herself where her father was earlier. she rested your head in her lap, looking into your lifeless yellow eyes. you were her elder sister. as much as you didn't know, kiri looked up to you. she knew how hard you tried for the family, and though it wasn't your fault that you would mess up a necklace every once and a while, she couldn't help but feel guilty for the words she said to you in those moments. she knew she could've should've been nicer about it. 

when it was finally time for the healers to take your body, once again, neytiri tried to fight against them. this time everyone in the family had to hold her back as the healer walked you away in a leaf big enough to cover your entire body from the eyes of those around you. once you were gone from her view, neytiri fell to the floor again, sobbing into the ground, 

"GREAT MOTHER, WHY?!!" their mother's screams felt like a knife in their hearts. the sully family felt nothing but guilt and grief upon your death. nobody got closure because there is no closure for this kind of thing. they were the reason you wanted to die, and now that you got what you wanted, they had to live with that guilt. 

you were high in being held in eywa's embrace as you cried. looking down on your family. you did not regret your decision, but you just had one question for your deity. 

"did they really love me, great mother." eywa heaved a sigh before answering you. 

"my ite, your mother and youngest sister loved you everyday, they were just very poor at showing it i'm afraid." you nodded your head, asking a follow-up question, 

"what about the others?" you knew by her face that you wouldn't like the answer, but it was too late. the question was asked. and the answer is precisely the reason why you did what you did.

"they loved you just a little bit too late, my child."

[thebxghag]

happy Valentine's day everyone. Sadly, I couldn't make a post that incorporated all my ships, but since this is my main one these days I figured I'd publish this one for today. :)

Azula doesn't like how cold it is in the sky, and Aang is only SLIGHTLY sympathetic. Hehehehe.

[umossu]

Sokka said something funny

[candle-scm]

Zuko wakes up covered in turtleducks a few times a week actually

[transaangg]

Fun things to do with your partner!! (that get slightly more unhinged as the list goes on):

KATAANG EDITION

1. Learn the choreography of the Kataango™️ !!

2. Go spelunking !

3. Blow up a factory!

4. Fight a giantic evil sea monster (bonus points if u win)

[blu3berrydraws]

--- Valentines Day Zukka pt 1. Festival ! <3 || Part 2

[chilling-in-the-void-alone]

Decided to do an illustration of Jon & Gerry based on my chatfic 'How to get fired in 3 easy steps' on ao3

Flat colour below the cut

(also the mechs shirt is just a little easter egg, the fic doesnt have mechs jon in it)

[soulntes]

THREE : THREESOME <3

ROMANCING PANDORA EVENT

TSU'TEY X OC X SO'LEK

many na'vi have experienced their chance of a lifetime in bonding and mating with their partner they've had set their eyes on. getting to know them on a spiritual and and friendship level to remember their likings and passion to gain a smile and slight touch of their hand on theirs.

to experience the life of youth with love and happiness alongside your mate.

for so'lek, it was different.

a young, well respected warrior's life changed drastically when he lost his entire clan. ever since he didn't want to seek out a potential na'vi for his liking because he swore revenge on his people.

after planning to live alone in the wilderness, one na'vi decided to persuade him to stay. not a na'vi, a dream walker who eywa has chosen to live in her na'vi body.

selena. jake sully's sister.

he highly respects jake but not knowing he had a relative made it more difficult.

the second his eyes laid on her, his heart stopped then it accelerated from her friendly smile and wanted to talk with him. the way she moves differently than other na'vi women, her strong presence before him had his knees buckled, her overwhelming scent filling his nose. the hair style and wardrobe she put on fits her right in with the rest of the na'vi. her slender but built figure is so alluring.

she made him weak. she was the first to have him experience these new things. the first na'vi who gave him an experience.

selena caught him off guard when she hugged him all of a sudden that his tail wagged and his body tensed, "i'm sorry for what happened with your clan. if there's anything you need you can ask jake or you can stay here with the omatikaya. the other clans have decided to stay."

so'lek couldn't speak but he had to so he wouldn't weird her out, "i am alright. i don't need to merge with your clan. i am planning for revenge against the sky people if they return. i must take my leave." he felt guilty and stupid for passing up an opportunity to know more about her.

she nods with a sad expression, "of course. i understand. what's your name?"

his ears perked at the mention of knowing his name, "so'lek."

she smiled more and held his hands, "that's a nice name, so'lek. i hope to see you some day." with a kiss on his cheek, she left him alone with his thoughts as he touched his cheek where she put her lips on. he began to fluster madly at the affection.

the na'vi warrior brushed it off, gathering his things and left to venture off alone into the forest.

that was years ago when he felt a void in his heart and a vacant soul ever since. knowing he'd regret coming back and decide to follow his heart when he found a tree of voices, he returned to find the hidden clan.

many clues and traces passed when he saw a couple of hunters hunting the area and flew up the hallelujah mountains.

upon arriving at the hidden spot of the omatikaya, he was surrounded by them with arrows and guns pointing at him for questioning. he wanted to explain when selena came into view with her brother.

so'lek pointed towards her, "you know me. remember."

selena's ears perked when she heard his voice and stood in front of him with a smile, "i'd known you'd come back, so'lek."

there it was again. that same feeling. his heart began to thumping rapidly and his palms started to sweat. "yes i guess i came for you."

his answer shocked her but she continued to smile, grabbing his hand to pull him somewhere, "i'll show you around."

he didn't know where they were going but he knew by the new scent of hers, she wasn't alone. she was mated with another.

by the time he stayed with the omatikaya, he learned she mated with the infamous and brave warrior that survived a big fall and bullets to his body.

no matter that she was mated and bonded with another, he still desired her and wished to taste her and tsu'tey noticed this.

tsu'tey knows the lust and smell of hormones reeking of this young male na'vi wanting his tanhi. he wants to show this stranger that this woman was his alone but he saw how his mate expressed herself with the young male.

selena talks about him whenever she gets the chance and she was starting to smell like him from showing him around.

his mind went to imagining the possibilities of seeing her get her pussy rammed by another man's cock while looking at him, begging him to put his in. kissing her lips while he fucks her pussy and so'lek wanting to do the same but he can't, her lips are his. rubbing her clit hard while the male fucks her hole just to see her squirt and sucks on her nipple.

tsu'tey decided to bring up the topic of bringing in another person into their relationship and she was surprised since he's hostile and possessive when it came to his mate.

in the end, they agreed to have so'lek in their relationship in a poly and selena couldn't wait.

this is where they are now.

so'lek was sitting with selena sitting on his cock reverse cowgirl with his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide for tsu'tey to admire. tsu'tey went down to put his mouth on her clit to suck on while so'lek fucked her relentlessly because of good she felt when she clenched on him.

"so'lek....oh so'lek!" selena moaned with her tail wagging and found his tail to wrap around it while she turned his head to kiss him tenderly but passionately. the young male grunted against her lips and sucked on her tongue as he thrusted desperately into her pussy. tsu'tey was getting a little jealous of their intimate moments so he went to put her nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around the bud as he rubs her clit slowly and harshly to edge her.

selena whimpers against so'lek's lips feeling tsu'tey's rough tongue on her bud giving her the pleasure of recovering this kind of treatment from both males.

"ma tanhi, you are not paying attention to me." tsu'tey says in an annoyed tone but selena reassures him with caressing his ears and hair.

she separates her lips from him and kisses him and uses her hand to jerk him off and guide his cock to her pussy. she wants both of them.

"ma tsu'tey....don't be jealous. i love both of you. put it in, yawne." she says in between breaths and gasps from the tip of tsu'tey's cock rubbing her clit. tsu'tey slightly pushes his cock in and hisses at the pressure added with pleasure when it's inside with another. so'lek whimpers, continuing to push his deeper and faster so desperate to cum from her pussy alone.

so'lek thought this was impossible but now, it is not. he doesn't want to push it when they've barely begun as a poly relationship. either way he wants to take the leap.

so'lek grabs his queue and shows it to selena and tsu'tey to indicate what he wants. with his other hand around her waist and his lips nibbling her ear, "please....bond with me....i want to feel it."

selena didn't think twice, grabbing tsu'tey's and her braid, showing their tendrils to connect with so'lek's. tsu'tey didn't mind, he was going to share with the other male and willing to accept him as a mate as long they got along.

all three of them connect with each other and a surge of love and passion connects them spiritually as they drown in their love. both males thrust into their mate and take turns in kissing each other. so'lek felt happy and at ease at finally not having one but two mates who will cherish him. he's not alone now.

all three of them came together and lovingly nibbled, kissed, and embraced each other with the warmth of their bodies with their queues still connected.

NOTE : i think i want to make a so'lek fic with tsu'tey after this came to mind 👀

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kataang valentine’s day art by thetansypatchstudio on instagram

[do0hwa]

Tattoo

I feel like it's been a thousand years since I last drew something 🥲Quality is super crappy but uni has me in a chokehold so there's no spare time left for me to draw 🫠

Also I wanted to draw Katara coloring Zuko's tattoos, and Zuko with a ponytail

[nerdy-talks]

[garfield-milk]

wow they are so real for creating Valentine’s Day… (i’m once again a sucker for romantic zukka on the beach…)

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[netegf]

love dart

pairing: ao'nung x reader

When the water beyond the reef bends against the light to make a horizontal ripple, it looks a lot like Ao’nung’s brow. All the tension of a pulled arrow, but suspended in time and space. Leaving you to wonder when it might release.

“You’re going to pop a vessel.” You say bluntly, poking a finger into his tight forehead.

For a moment, his eyes soften from their perpetual narrow. But his lips stay tightly pinned in a thin line. Hands stay fixed on the bandage wrap he intends to wrap around your knee, dried blood staining the lithe fingers.

Against the cracking of high tide, there is only the sound of his breathing, drawing out as a painful metronome. His large chest takes a long time to expand.

“Tsahìk’s son is dressing my wound.” You hum with a stupid grin. “I must be special.”

If he agrees, he certainly does not say so. Instead, his fingers gently brush away a family of urchin spines and slather a clump of light green paste over the patch of your skin where they, not so long ago, called home. When you jump at the coolness, his other hand comes down on your uninjured knee as a warm, makeshift anchor.

“What, so it’s my fault the reef wants my blood?”

Now, you are pushing. Coaxing. Like you want him to scold you. Like a ticklish kiss to his elbow with the hope that the arrow snaps forward. In a better mood, he would say that the reef had done nothing. You never heed his warnings. You always step forward without looking where your feet land.

With his thick lashes fluttering in every slow blink, Ao’nung wraps the affliction in bandage. With a surge of brilliance, you part your lips in a particularly pained “o” and feign an aggrieved moan. “Ow!”

His eyes, for the first time since his arrival, practically leap from their sockets as he looks up from his spot between your legs to meet your gaze. He’s about to apologize for his roughness in what would have been an amusing gesture considering his feather-light touch, when he notices the glimmer of mischief in your eyes.

“Got you.” You sing, but the brief acknowledgement quickly dissipates into an eye-roll. Still holding your leg, his fingers go back to their tinkering, and this time, you pout.

“You’re mad at me.”

It is so earnest, Ao’nung feels his chest pull from the inside. Slowly, he finishes his wrapping. “I am not mad at you.”

Ao'nung has learned, more often than not, that the quirk in your brow is response enough. In this case, it is quite clear – really?

He pauses. “You give me a headache.”

Not the right explanation, but he says it anyways. It was not so much matter of head as it was matter of heart. You made his heart ache.

And if that wasn’t agonizing enough, his hands were still stained with your blood. His body suddenly comes up until his chest brushes yours and those same red hands caress your face.

“I thought you needed a brain for that.” You whisper, hot air circulating the echo-chamber between you. He scowls for half a heartbeat, then sends himself forward like an arrow, chasing your lips in warm, sloppy kisses. They make his throaty “Shut. Up.” sound sweet.  

Before he pulls apart, Ao’nung presses a few more kisses to your lips for good measure - and if you squint your eyes hard enough, there is a touch of a smile playing at his mouth. Content to see you so speechless. He turns his back to you and kneels down. The unspoken is fast understood.

“I’m only doing this because of your leg.” That was Ao'nung. Always a disclaimer before his better deeds.

Happily, you slot your legs into the space between his arms and torso, and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. Together, you lift into the air. Warm and smiley against his muscular back.

“I think you just want to hold me.”

Like the tide retreats into the deep sea, Ao’nung drops his hands so they are no longer supporting your thighs, your dead-weight dragging behind him. “Keep thinking.” He mumbles.

Water is fickle, you muse, before bringing your body back onto his and hugging tightly. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, pressing gentle kisses that make him shiver. “I’m sorry, I love you.” Like an arrow whizzing past his ears.

“Nuisance.”

“And?”

“And I love you.”

Away from your prying gaze, Ao’nung smiles until his cheeks hurt. The arrow hits the target, but the tip is blunt.

reblogs/tags are appreciated <333

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2908-Taang Kiss on the Lips- 2/14/24

Valentine kisses