#lo’ak ff

[oneheda]

MET THE BULLET. | 𖥂 lo’ak sully

── .✦ part 2 of: PREMONITIONS

w.c: 6.8k

pairing: lo’ak x fem!na’vi reader (aged up characters for plot purposes!)

story description (read pt. 1 before this first!): but then, the ambush happened. and when lo’ak had nearly lost you, with past wounds colliding, you both had to face confrontation of the raw and painful truth of your guys’ estrangement.

contains: angst, slowburn, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, fluff (for real this time! <3)

warning: swearing, near-death experience, descriptions of war. please do not read if you find these triggering!

➙ PART 1:

a/n: hi guys! i’ve officially finished writing this at 3am. hope it’s not too bad even if i wrote it with my screen LOWKEY warping at times LMFKDNJSNAO. it got to a point where i was proof-reading and deleted whole written scenes, made several drafts, then lost track of where the story was going. so, i decided to end up sticking to the first final version i wrote and prepared in tumblr @ 3am. i’m sorry if there’s any inconsistencies (i don’t think there should be, not on this tumblr post). i hope y’all’s enjoy and stay tuned for more avatar fics! <33

You never thought you’d be here, rising before the first light of dawn with a bow clenched tightly in your hand, trying desperately to find a stillness that refused to come. The air was cool, heavy with the scent of damp earth and lingering ash, and your grip tightened against the wood as if the bow itself could anchor you.

Each morning, you repeated the same ritual: stalking the wilds, ears tuned to the sharp, satisfying sound of stone slicing through flesh. It was routine now, the kind of focused repetition that drowned out the noise in your mind, the questions you refused to let yourself answer.

You never thought you’d become this person—someone who sought refuge not in peace but in the violent act of hunting, in the rhythmic pull of a string and the release of an arrow. You never thought you’d run, not from a battle, but from silence itself. And yet here you were, moving through the brush, your steps faltering as you lost the rhythm that once came so easily.

You hated feeling so futile, useless to questions you knew you didn’t have any of the answers to. It was dumb to you, to still think any of this mattered after all these eclipses, that he mattered. He shouldn’t be. I mean, genuinely, was he even worth a thought anymore?

It used to feel a little good to hope for more despite the tragedy of your friendship, or lack thereof. That hope, fragile as it was, had carried you through the cracks of loss and resentment. But now, that hope felt like a liability, a dangerous thread pulling you toward something you had no business holding onto. Hope felt dangerous. He felt dangerous.

So now, you did everything you could to rid him of your line of sight, to distance yourself from the memories that clung to the edges of your mind like shadows. Nowadays, around the campfire, laughter echoed, and new friendships began to take root—bonds forged in the shared heat of training and the quiet moments of reprieve. But never with him. You avoided his gaze, even more, his voice, his presence. You couldn’t even bury the ache beneath layers of forced smiles and polite conversation anymore, you had to push him out of your life completely.

Like he never existed.

Still, despite your best efforts to focus on the good in front of you, a quiet, stubborn thought gnawed at the back of your mind. It whispered that no matter how many stories you shared with these new faces, none of them truly knew you as Lo’ak did. He had seen parts of you that even you struggled to face, understood pieces of your soul you hadn’t yet put into words.

And it sucked. It sucked to feel like you were missing something, even as you sat surrounded by laughter and warmth. It wasn’t fair to the people who had shown you kindness, to the bonds you were trying so hard to nurture, who would never leave you in the dark as he did, but the feeling persisted—a dull ache that reminded you of everything you were trying to leave behind and everything you were still losing in the process.

Stop thinking so much, you reminded yourself, taking in a deep breath. I’m okay, you steadied, regaining a balance that never felt the same as it used to. Refocusing sharply on your target, you didn’t hesitate. The string of your bow snapped, releasing the arrow with precision and purpose. Its flight was swift, and with a clean, sharp strike, it met its mark. The sturmbeast staggered, its powerful frame trembling as it succumbed.

You moved without pause, leaping gracefully toward the fallen creature. Kneeling by its side, you placed a steady hand on its heaving form, murmuring a quiet prayer of gratitude to Eywa for the life it had given, the warmth of its life still lingering beneath your touch. Then, bowing your head, with a swift, deliberate motion, you ended its suffering, granting it a merciful release and ensuring its spirit returned to the Great Mother in peace. Its body soon turned colder than your hand.

Thank Eywa.

“What are you doing here?”

You masked your surprise when the familiar voice reached your ears—it was Neteyam. Of course, he’d found you here. He’d been assigned to spot the human ambushes, a task that had him covering far more ground than his brother, or so you’d heard. His patrol extended beyond just the Hallelujah Mountains because the Sky People had returned 2 weeks ago.

“Just hunting—” you started, but as you turned around, your words faltered.

Your eyes locked on the figure standing before you, and for a moment, everything inside you froze. A whirlwind of emotions rushed through you as you struggled to process the sight before you.

“Not the brother you were expecting?” Lo’ak’s voice was light, and playful, as a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips. His hands rested confidently on his hips as he let out a long, exaggerated sigh. “Yeah, yeah, didn’t expect it either. You don’t have to act all shocked, y’know. I know how laid-back you are, [Y/n].”

Hearing your name slip from his lips sent a jolt through you, like an electric shock that you weren’t prepared for. It had been so long since you’d heard him say it like that, in his voice, the way it felt almost familiar—yet, unsettling.

But, the memories, the betrayal, the hurt, the lies—every single ounce of it flood back all at once. A sharp wave of anger surged through you as you stood up quickly, grabbing your bow with a little more force than necessary, the edges of your vision burning with the heat of your frustration. “What are you doing here?” you questioned, voice tight, a controlled fury simmering just beneath the surface.

“I asked you that question first.”Lo’ak took a step closer, his eyes scanning you like he was trying to figure you out—like he always did. His gaze flicked to the sturmbeast at your feet, and he let out a low whistle. “One arrow? That’s pretty impressive...,” he said, his voice low, almost with admiration. “No one but you at our age could do that, not yet.”

“I don’t need your validation,” you muttered, crouching down to start collecting your meal, ignoring the strange feeling in your stomach.

“Never said you did.” He shrugged, but there was a lilt in his voice. “[Y/n]. So, so independent. Even with, you know—” his eyes flicked pointedly to your thigh, where the faint scar of an old bullet wound lingered. “—that.”

“What do you want?” you asked, voice clipped as you turned back to him, trying to ignore the way your stomach twisted in all sorts of directions. “If you’re here to piss me off, after everything, just leave.”

Lo’ak’s expression hardened, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something. But then he sighed, running a hand through his braids.

You asked, baffled that he didn’t move even a single inch, “What are you even doing here? Isn’t Neteyam supposed to be covering this area?”

“He was. I switched with him. Figured I’d take the scenic route today. Lucky me, huh?” Though, Lo’ak had not even a modicum of amusement in his voice.

Keeping your gaze fixed on the carcass of the sturmbeast, you refused to look at him any longer. “I’ll manage,” you muttered, bending down to retrieve your bow, to which Lo’ak stopped you.

“Nuh-uh,” he said, drawing the word out like he didn’t believe you, his gaze falling to your leg. “Over rough terrain? With that leg?”

Your jaw tightened, the irritation crawling up your spine, making your tail flick erratically behind you. “I don’t need your help, Lo’ak.”

It would’ve been so easy to let it end there, to close off that door and turn away from him once again. To let him leave, just like before. But, of course, you didn’t. You had to say one more thing, almost as if this time you could willfully cause him to disappear. “Go back to pretending like I don’t exist. We were doing really well, ever since, weren’t we?”

Lo’ak’s ears twitched, he didn’t miss the way venom laced every syllable you spoke, mixed with the sharpness in your tone. “Right,” he said, his voice flat but edged with something darker. “Pretending you don’t exist, huh?”

You felt your pulse quicken, a tremor of anger running through you, your fingers tightened instinctively around the grip of your bow. You met his eyes with a seething intensity.

“Yeah, no. That was all you,” he shot back.

You wanted so bad to argue, to fight back at the audacity, but before you could protest, Lo’ak crouched down, tying the sturmbeest’s legs with practised ease. “Look, we can keep being pissed off all you want, but ever since I noticed your leg, you’re not carrying this thing back alone. I won’t let you.”

You picked up the weight of the sturmbeast as if to prove his point, your muscles tensing with the effort. “Fine, but this will be the last time we speak to each other, got it?”

A few days ago…

Lo’ak woke up to the soft, rhythmic sound of breathing beside him, the warmth of another body pressed lightly against his side. He blinked up at the thatched ceiling of the hut, his heart already sinking before his mind fully caught up. Turning his head ever so slightly, he found Sänika lying next to him, her arm draped lazily over his chest. Her face was peaceful, almost angelic, in the pale morning light streaming through the entrance. Her braids spilt across the woven mat like rivers of shadow, her lips parted in quiet sleep.

He stared at her for a moment, guilt already coiling in his stomach like a trapped serpent.

Oh, god. This was so sick.

His throat tightened as he looked away, his eyes darting back to the ceiling as though salvation could be found in the straw-and-wood lattice. Sänika was kind—too kind. She wasn’t the same as she used to be. She’s funny, easygoing, the sort of person who made everyone feel seen. Beautiful in a way that didn’t need effort. She deserved someone who looked at her and saw her.

But all Lo’ak could think about when he looked at her was you. And that? That felt so deeply, disgustingly wrong he wanted to crawl out of his own skin.

Fuck. Fuck. What was he doing?

He carefully, painstakingly slid out from under her arm, wincing when the motion caused her to stir. She sighed in her sleep, curling into the warm spot he left behind, and his chest squeezed painfully. He ran a hand down his face, shaking his head as if it would physically dislodge the tangled mess in his mind. Every nerve screamed at him to leave the hut before she woke up.

“Neteyam, I’ve fucked up.”

The soft hum of the morning light filtered through the fabric of the tent, casting a pale glow over the space. Neteyam reclined against his hammock, one leg hanging lazily over the edge, while his fingers absently scratched at his jaw, lost in thought. He looked at Lo’ak, whose posture was hunched and tense, the weight of something heavy on his chest.

“When do you not, baby brother? You want the truth?” Neteyam’s voice was casual, though his eyes had an unmistakable sharpness. His gaze softened just slightly as if he were reading his younger brother’s uncertainty like an open book.

Lo’ak’s eyes darted around the tent, avoiding his brother’s steady gaze, but there was no escaping the fact that Neteyam knew. He always knew.

“You’ve hurt a lot of girls’ feelings before, Lo’ak,”

Lo’ak sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the sting of those words like a reminder of every mistake he’d ever made. “Yeah, thanks for the reminder.”

“And one of the most being…” Neteyam raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing at Lo’ak with an unspoken understanding. “You know who I’m talking about, right?” he said, leaning forward slightly, his voice lower now. “[Y/n], is she the one who’s got you all worked up? I saw you two talking for the first time in years yesterday!”

Lo’ak’s stomach tightened at the mention of you. The one he’d avoided, the one he’d left behind, the one who had no reason to even speak to him anymore. “You know, she still hates me, Neteyam.”

“Of course she does, you’re a skawxng!” The older brother studied his younger brother, watching the way his shoulders slumped with uncertainty. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I don’t know,” Lo’ak said, the words thick with the frustration and helplessness he couldn’t seem to shake off. “I don’t know…”

For a moment, there was silence. The only sound was the soft rustling of the leaves outside the tent, the morning wind carrying the faintest sounds of the jungle waking up. Neteyam’a eyes bore into Lo’ak’s unsure figure, searching for the answer that Lo’ak himself didn’t seem to have.

The boy looked down, his mind racing as he wrestled with the flood of emotions crashing over him. He hadn’t expected this conversation to stir up so much—so many regrets, so much doubt, so much want for something that felt so far out of reach. “When Sänika and I kissed… it was out of a desperation. But, not as thought it was for her. It more or so felt like… I was running from something—someone. Myself.”

The older brother sighed, as if weighing his words carefully. Finally, he spoke, his tone even but pointed.

“Then, maybe, you should break up with her.”

The jungle below roared with chaos, the unmistakable sound of a human ambush erupting like a storm. Screams of warriors, the clash of weapons, and the metallic screeches of enemy machines tore through the dense air. Jake Sully, the Olo’eyktan, led the charge on his Ikran, barking commands to the warriors below, his voice a rallying cry against the invaders.

The younger soldiers, yourself included, circled high above the battlefield as spotters. From this vantage point, you tracked the enemy’s calculated movements—humans and their monstrous machines—relaying crucial information to the warriors on the ground.

Your Ikran dipped and soared, keeping pace with the others in your squad. Even amid the panic, you felt the steady rhythm of your companion’s wings and the reassuring presence of your squadmates nearby. It was your duty—your role—and you embraced it. But the battlefield was unpredictable, and even the best preparation couldn’t account for everything.

One moment, edge of the sky you moniter seemed clear, but then the next, enemy fire zipped through the air, cutting dangerously close to your group. You veered sharply, your body instinctively leaning with your Ikran as you narrowly avoided a direct hit.

A scream erupted behind you—sharp and guttural, slicing through the chaos like a knife. Your chest tightened, panic surging through your veins.

And then it happened.

A sharp pain bloomed in your side, fiery and immediate. Your breath caught as your vision blurred, and the world tilted violently. The cries of your squadmates faded into the background as you felt yourself falling.

Through the haze, you heard a voice—a panicked, desperate voice you hadn’t expected to hear, calling out for you.

Lo’ak.

He saw you plummeting through the sky, your body limp and unresponsive, like a broken leaf torn from the branches. His chest seized and a breath punched out of him in a wave so fierce it blurred everything else.

The battle still raged, but Lo’ak’s only focus was you.

“Neteyam!” His voice cracked, raw and desperate. “It’s [Y/n]! She’s hit!”

Neteyam’s voice cut through the commlink, steady and commanding despite the chaos. “Bro! Stay on her! I’ll cover!”

But Lo’ak barely registered the words. His vision tunnelled, narrowing to the single, horrifying image of you falling toward the dense jungle canopy below. Everything else faded—the shouts of his squadmates, the hum of enemy gunfire, even the burning in his muscles as he gripped the reins of his Ikran tighter.

Not now. Not you. Not like this.

Lo’ak’s heart thundered in his chest, each beat crashing like war drums against his ribs, ticking seconds reminding him of how much little time he had. He tightened his grip on his Ikran as he forced it into a reckless dive, the creature’s screech of protest swallowed by the roar of the wind. The air stung his face, ripping tears from his eyes as he plunged after you.

The ground loomed closer with every breathless second. Through the tangled chaos of branches and leaves, he caught glimpses of your body, limp and free-falling—a sight that set his every being ablaze with panic.

Guilt struck him like a blade, sharp and merciless. Was the last time the last time?

This can’t be it. It can’t end like this. She doesn’t even know…

But deeper, a cruel voice whispered from the shadows of his mind: You don’t deserve to save her. Not after what you did. Not after you pushed her away.

He shoved the thought down, locking it away where it couldn’t slow him. There wasn’t time for regret or self-loathing. Not with you hurtling toward the ground. Not with the seconds slipping through his grasp, threatening to take you with them.

“You’re not dying today,” Tears blurred his vision as he urged his Ikran faster, pushing it past its limits. “Not on my watch.”

And then he reached you.

With a final, desperate swoop, his arms locked around your body in a frantic grasp. The collision was rough, the force of it jolting through him as his Ikran shrieked and struggled to steady its frantic, beating wings.

The warmth of your body against his sent a shiver down his spine—a reminder that you were still alive, still here, even if just barely. “I’ve got you.”

You stirred faintly, your eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. Even in your blurred, half-conscious state, your gaze met his. What he saw in your eyes—confusion, pain, something else he couldn’t quite place—shattered what little composure he had left.

Tears streaked his face as he tightened his grip on you, his heart aching with an intensity he hadn’t felt in years. He looked to the horizon, where Neteyam’s figure flew above. He nodded once, a silent agreement passing before Lo’ak headed his Ikran toward the healing tents.

As you faded in and out of consciousness, you felt the heat of his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you. He pressed his forehead against yours, his tears hot against your skin. “You don’t get to do this. Not to me. Not after all this time.” His voice dropped, a whisper now, raw and trembling. “I can’t lose you to them—when I’m right here.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching your pale face for any further sign of life. “Stay with me, okay? Just… stay.” His words were a command and a prayer, his voice breaking with the weight of both.

His Ikran dove toward the healing tents, the wind whipping past them, “Come on,” he pleaded, his voice low and strained, breaking with every word. “Please, please… don’t leave me. Don’t let me be too late.”

The healing tent was dim, the air thick with the familiar scent of herbs and the soft murmur of the forest outside. Mo’at was calm, an aura of certainty surrounding her as she worked. She didn’t rush, didn’t panic. But Lo’ak, his heart pounding in his chest, hovered at the edge of the mat where you lay, unmoving. His breathing was hitched and he couldn’t think clearly. The only thing he could focus on was the shallow rise and fall of your chest.

“Mo’at—Tsahik,” he rasped, his voice strained with desperation. “Please, you have to help her. It’s [Y/n]. She’s—she’s been hurt so bad. Please.”

Mo’at turned sharply at the sound of his voice, her eyes narrowing as they fell on you. Without hesitation, she gestured for her assistants to bring a mat, her commands rapid and clipped, carrying the authority of generations.

“Lay her down here. Quickly!” she ordered, her voice firm and unwavering. She knelt beside you, her hands already moving with precision, gathering herbs and ointments from nearby bowls. Her deft fingers crushed bright green leaves into a paste, mixing it with an oil that filled the air with a sharp, earthy aroma.

“Keep her steady,” she said to Lo’ak, barely sparing him a glance. She smeared the paste across the wound, the mixture sinking into your skin like it had a life of its own. Her chants began, low and rhythmic, as she pressed her hands over the injury, her fingers glowing faintly with the energy of Eywa. The air seemed to hum, charged with a warmth that pulsed in time with her words.

Lo’ak knelt beside you, his trembling hands hovering over your arm but not daring to interfere. His eyes darted between your pale face and Mo’at’s focused expression, hope and terror warring within him. “Is she gonna be okay?”

Mo’at didn’t answer at first, her concentration razor-sharp as she worked. She murmured another chant under her breath, her fingers moving with practiced precision to apply more of the healing paste to your wounds. One of her assistants handed her a roll of soft, woven bandages, which she began wrapping around your torso, her movements deliberate and sure.

“She is strong,” Mo’at said finally, her tone calm yet firm. “But her spirit walks a fine line. The healing will hold if she finds the will to stay.”

A few hours later…

Mo’at’s steady gaze met his, and for a moment, she didn’t say anything. She simply assessed him, reading the raw panic in his eyes, the way his hands trembled as he reached out but then pulled back, as though he couldn’t bring himself to touch you just yet.

Mo’at’s lips parted, the wisdom in her eyes knowing far more than Lo’ak would ever let her see. She shook her head slightly, almost imperceptibly. “Boy,” she murmured, her voice a mixture of reprimand and understanding, “despite saving her, you have been foolish.”

Lo’ak’s expression remained dull, but she continued, pressing the pressure points along your injured body with expert care. Her hands were steady, almost sacred as they moved, and she wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily.

“You think I don’t see it?” she asked, her voice still low, but sharp with the truth. “You think I don’t know what this is?” Her eyes flicked briefly to you, then back to Lo’ak. “She was your friend once, your companion. But, you were afraid. “You care for her, Lo’ak. I see it in the way you cannot leave her side. I see it the way your hands shake every time you think she might not breathe again. I see it in you.

She paused, eyes lingering slightly as if searching his soul. “I know what you’re thinking. All is not lost.”

His fingers gently traced over the soft skin of your hand, too afraid to squeeze, too afraid to do anything that might hurt you further. His hands found their way back to your wrist, as though touching you, even this way, could make a difference.

“I don’t know what to do,” Lo’ak said hoarsely.

“You do not need to fix what is already broken, child,” Mo’at said softly, her voice carrying the weight of years spent in the presence of Eywa. “What is torn can be mended, but only if you let go of your pride, your fear. If you will not hold her back, if you will not push her away again.”

She didn’t need to say more. The silence in the tent was louder than any words.

“She will live,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper, yet it held the weight of confirmation. “But only if you let her breathe when she wakes. If you do not smother her with the weight of your guilt.”

The world around you was hazy, your vision a blur of shifting colours and dim shadows. The air felt heavy, thick with the overwhelming scent of healing herbs that clung to your skin, mixing with the familiar, earthy aroma of the jungle—a smell that, despite the circumstances, brought a sense of grounding. Every breath you took seemed to rattle your ribs, a sharp ache spreading through your body, but it was the pain in your side that was most consuming. The bandages felt tight, wrapped around your torso in an unrelenting embrace that pressed down on every wound, reminding you of how broken you felt.

For a moment, you wondered if this was real—if you were still stuck somewhere between the worlds of consciousness and unconsciousness. Your head spun with fragments of fading memories—flashes of chaos, of battle, of a cry in the distance—and then,

You froze.

You felt something else. Warmth. A presence beside you.

Lo’ak’s arm was draped across your waist, his fingers resting gently on your hip, a weight that both comforted and startled you. His proximity was overwhelming, too close, too intimate. It left you breathless, a sharp realization running through you—this was wrong. You shouldn’t be here, in this position, with him like this.

But there he was, fingers tightening just slightly, as though afraid you might vanish if he loosened his grip.

You blinked slowly, heart pounding in your chest. His steady breath was the only sound you could focus on. But, eventually, your breath caught in your throat, and you shifted uncomfortably, instinctively pushing his arm off of you.

Lo’ak jolted awake, his eyes widening as he registered the position you were in. Panic flickered across his face as he quickly scrambled to sit up. “Shit, shit, I— I’m sorry. I didn’t realise—”

But before he could finish, you tried to sit up, only for a sharp, agonizing pain to seize your body. A gasp escaped your lips, and Lo’ak was instantly by your side, his hands gently but firmly pushing you back down. His touch was urgent yet tender as if he couldn’t bear for you to move too much. “Hey, hey, no. Not yet,” he murmured, his voice steady but laced with concern. “You need to stay down. You shouldn’t be moving around like that.”

You were breathing heavily before you finally rested your head back on the woven pillow, letting out a strained breath as you held onto your torso. “What was it? A bullet wound? Ship inbound south?”

But Lo’ak couldn’t shake the image of you, pale and unconscious, lying in his arms.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered, the rawness in his voice betraying the fear that still gripped him.

But everything in you screamed to pull away. Every part of you screamed for space, for freedom, from the confusion swirling in your chest. You didn’t want to feel this—didn’t want to feel him and everything else. Not now. Not after all this time.

You could still feel the weight of his touch lingering on your skin, even though he hadn’t moved. It felt like too much. Too much of everything—too many memories, too many emotions, too much hurt that you weren’t ready to face.

You turned your head, closing yourself off, instinctively seeking space from the one person who had always known you too well. “I’m fine,” you muttered, voice strained, as you tried to push past the moment, to erase the tension.

And that broke him.

“Don’t, please don’t turn away from me like that.”

Your chest tightened at the sound of his cracked desperation, and before you even realized it, the first tear slipped down your cheek, a silent testament to everything you’d been swallowing for so long. Then another. And another. The floodgates opened, and you couldn’t stop it. The rage, the heartbreak, and the confusion all collided inside you, and it felt like you were choking on it.

You wiped your face shortly before turning back to face him, refusing to let him see you as weak, but the tears kept coming and it felt like every breath you took was filled with the weight of all the years you’d spent holding this in.

“Why? Why can’t I?” Your voice cracked, each word trembling with the weight of your emotions, your sobs raw and desperate. Without thinking, you struck his chest, but the punch was weak—your fury still sharp, but tangled with something softer, something that hurt more than the anger itself. “You just decide leave my life for what seemed like forever, and now you’re back, begging me not to turn my back on you as if you didn’t do that to me first? Tell me, how—how does any of that make any sense? How is any of that fair?”

Lo’ak flinched at your touch, but he didn’t pull away. He didn’t fight back. He didn’t make excuses, didn’t try to defend himself. There were no words that could change the past. So, he stood there, letting the storm of your emotions crash over him. Every word, every tear, every breath you took felt like a weight he deserved to bear.

You grunted, frustration bubbling up inside you as you shoved him away again, the motion too weak to be anything but a desperate push for distance. You couldn’t stand being this close to him and yet feeling so far apart. “I know about Sänika—I know about everything. Why? Why, Your words caught in your throat, each one harder to say than the last. “How could you do that to me?”

Lo’ak’s eyes fell shut, and he felt a heavy weight settle in his chest. He hated seeing you like this—angry, hurt, broken—and he hated himself even more for being the one who had caused it.

“I was scared of losing you after Iknimaya,” he admitted, his words stumbling over themselves. He clenched his fists at his sides, as though holding himself together and resisting himself from holding you.

“What?” You stared at him, your anger faltering only for a moment, but the pain was still there, sharp and raw.

“I was scared,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as though the truth was too heavy for him to bear. It took everything in him to admit it, but here he was, admitting it. To you. That you’d… want someone else. And I’d just be nothing more than a friend to you.”

The vulnerability in his voice was evident like he was confessing something that had been eating away at him for far too long. He winced, hating himself for the weakness, but the truth had to come out. “I couldn’t bear that. Not with you right there, within reach, always in front of me. So, I left.”

Lo’ak’s breath hitched, his chest tightening like a vice. He couldn’t look at you. Not now. Not with all the mess he’d made of everything.

“You didn’t care when we talked about other girls,” he muttered, each word feeling heavier than the last. He swallowed hard, but it didn’t stop the choking feeling in his throat. “So I… thought you didn’t—I didn’t think it mattered.”

He closed his eyes as if to stop himself from falling apart completely. But it didn’t work. It was all crashing down. “With Sänika,” His voice cracked, the words barely there. “We’re not together. We never really were. Because I can’t love anyone else.”

He almost didn’t want to speak anymore, terrified of what else might spill out. But there was nothing left to hide. No more masks. No more walls. Just a broken, desperate mess in front of you.

The silence that followed was deafening. You sat there, not moving, but the anger in your eyes was unmistakable. Lo’ak could feel it like a physical blow, but he stayed still, waiting for you to say something—anything—or even nothing at all, to leave.

But then, without warning, you cupped his face in your hands, Lo’ak’s breath hitched as he looked into your eyes, trying to find something—anything—that would help ground him of what had just spilt from his lips.

But, you didn’t give it. Not at first. Instead, you slapped him, Yet, in that same split second, you weren’t thinking anymore.

You leaned forward, crashing your lips against his, causing Lo’ak to stumble back slightly on his elbows. His arms moved around you, pulling you closer, as though afraid you might slip away again. He ignored the way his cheek burned where your hand laid.

It wasn’t calculated or planned. It was sudden, and passionate, all the feelings you had locked away for so long spilling out in that single, electric moment. His lips felt so soft and truly desperate, for all the right reasons this time. It was as if he, too, was tired of fighting.

His breath was shaky, and so was yours, each inhale a mix of relief and longing. His chest rose and fell beneath your hands, and you could feel the beat of his heart echoing in his chest, frantic and alive. Your hands moved instinctively, sliding up to his neck as if it were the only thing you could cling to at that moment as he rawfully kissed you. Like he needed this more than words could explain. You could feel like he was pouring everything he had left into you, trying to undo all the mistakes and all the lost time, with every move he made.

The kiss was more than an apology—it was a confession, an unspoken admission that both of you had been holding on to something. Something that neither of you could let go of.

As you both pulled away, Lo’ak’s hand gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that made everything else feel distant and unimportant. Slowly, he leaned forward, his forehead pressing gently against yours, the warmth of his skin grounding you in the moment. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that.”

The world around you faded, and for a heartbeat, it was just the two of you.

“Lo’ak,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath. “Promise me you won’t ever doubt me and you ever again?.”

Lo’ak’s closed eyes flickered open to meet your piercing ones, humming a low, “I promise.”

And just like that, for the first time in ages, the wound within you— the one that had been so raw and painful—didn’t hurt as much anymore. It had softened, faded into the background, replaced by something new, something whole. Something that had been waiting for this moment to heal.

It felt like you could finally breathe.

AHHHHHH thank you for reading! 💞💞 i spent so much time editing i can’t even remember which scenes i kept so i’m really leaving it up to y’all’s about what y’all’s think of the way the events turned out. not expecting much since this is the very first fic i’ve actually been able to finish that is like 12 k words long, and there’s probably a lot of AFIs. BUTT atleast i was able to start and finished something so passionately long like this for the first time. hope y’all’s enjoyed!

as always — likes, comments, reblogs are deeply appreciated. 🫶🏻

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[loaksbitch]

originally jake sully written but made a neteyam ver. let's go let's go.

warnings - size kink, tummy bulging, spitting, breast play kinda, getting your hands held behind you, toruk makto neteyam is enough to be a freaking warning yes? riding, whiny and crying oc, neteyam whimpers like once of twice if you squint, mean neteyam turns to soft neteyam at the end

this is roughly 2k y'all, so idk what to feel about it! reblog + likes are appreciated and not pressured, i love each and every one of you!! mwah. 20ish toruk makto!neteyam

“i’ll make it fit” — neteyam sully ver. (⨳)

you’re finally satisfied with your work, twirling around with a smile. the leaves you made as a sexy cloth that barley covered your body didn’t fail you as you feel something if you churn at the thought of greeting your mate with this

neteyam would be back by the eclipse from the war party and you just can’t wait to show him off about your new creations.

the glowing leaves allover your chest and ghosting your nipples as they reflect their light on your blue striped soft skin. and there’s a web like cloth covering you down there that clearly shows the jewels between your leg.

as the night came on, you couldn’t help but feel nervous and insecurity starts to sip in you.

what if he doesn’t like it? what if he’ll laugh at you? what if— enough! you try to focus on your breath. “it’s gonna turn out good.” you comfort yourself. your ears suddenly perk when you catch a familiar footsteps getting near and near to the hammock you share with your mate and decide to hide quickly

meanwhile you’re hidden, neteyam couldn’t keep feeling instant worries when he didn’t see you at the welcoming session. were you sick? he tried to ask your friends but they just shrugged and said they didn’t see you the whole day

neteyam admits he was pretty excited to see you and waited for you to shower him with kisses to make him feel better and less stressed but no, you weren’t even there.

it was dark when he entered the hammock and frowned, the candles were blown out and everything is neatly set. “princess?” neteyam’s voice was calculated with worries. “i’m home, where are you?”

you’re nervously shuffling from one foot to another. “baby if this is one of your jokes you know i’m tir–“ neteyam’s words get stuck when you come to view. at first he was about to load his gun but the feminine and petite body of yours appears in front of him and your man’s breath hitched at the sight of you

your braids were undone and flawlessly splayed allover your shoulders, his eyes are trained down your body and neteyam curses under his breath as his cock stirs and twitches. the valley between your chest and your two swelled breast shown under the glowing leaves you’re wearing

then his eyes go down to your hip curves and small waist and finally to your thighs that he wants to be choked with. “ma ‘teyam.” your sexy voice makes his ears flatten and he closes his eyes. “fuck princess, what’re you supposed to be doing right now?”

you shyly glance behind him then at him. your eyes widen when the equipments are harshly thrown to the side on the hammock mat and neteyam is walking to you with a burning lust in his eyes

“i’ll just tak…” neteyam’s teeth clash to yours as he shuts you up with toe curling kiss. you can’t even form a word when he’s pulling you by your cheeks and neck desperate to have more of you. you turn your head to the side to take a breath but neteyam takes the chance to leave wet kisses on your neck as he bites and licks the spot, marking you in ways that makes you sigh.

“you didn’t come to welcome me baby,” he says before pressing his forehead to yours while you two take deep breathes from the kiss you’ve shared. “i was searching for you” he slightly pouts making you guilty

“sorry baby, i had to make a welcoming present for you.” he hums with a smile plastered on his face. “this is the best gift ever.” he leans to kiss you as he bends slightly and grip onto your thighs

“jump, pretty girl.” you only giggle before jumping to your mate’s hold. he starts to kiss you and you devilishly mess with his hair. you run your hands through it and grip on his locks hard making neteyam moan into your mouth.

as your body settles to the thick mat of the hammock and neteyam pushes your legs open to settle himself in between them, you start to feel a little too insecure. “i’ve dreamt of this for so long baby, you’ve no idea.” you gulp when he continues

“having you under me, on top of me, in every fucking position with this glowing like loincloth you made allover you.” he tells you softly, his lips pressed on the corner of your lips.

you try to sit up and go along with his kiss but neteyam leans back and pushes you back to the mat, making you huff out. you’re watching every move of his when he starts to trail kisses on your chest.

“nete, jus–“

you moan when his mouth engulfs your perked nipple with his warm mouth and sucks gently. “neteyam, ma ‘teyeam…” you sigh, tiny hands returning to his locks. his other hand is holding the glowing leaves that were covering your breast out of the way before starting to massage your breast well and let your nipple roll between his fingers.

it felt so good that had you arching your back, chest pressing to his face. neteyam leaves your nipple with small ‘pop’ sound and watches how his saliva reflects to glowing leaves lights on your nipple. “stay still baby.” he shifts his attention to the other nipple and starts to slowly tug it with his teeth before putting his whole mouth onto your nipple

“oh eywa!” you sigh.

“princess?” you’re gasping when he’s on top of you and gently smiling. “i want you to touch me too, i want you to show me how i make you feel with your hands, yeah?” you’re only able to nod while your mate is fully clothed and you’re almost naked

“good girl.”

you feel him start to trail a kiss down your stomach a to your navel. once he was in front of your web like fabric that’s covering your pussy, he closes his eyes and takes a breath before using his teeth to slide off the web like loincloth from your body.

you can imagine how his erected cock is begging to be free and looking for attention.

neteyam used his hand to rip off the fabric that’s being a wall from getting what he wanted and deep growl from he chest haves when he sees your arousal creating a thin line and connected to the fabric. oh how he wanted to devour you so bad

the thing is removed from your legs and thrown to the side and neteyam presses your legs wider to see your folds slowly open and your clit throb. oh how your scent is driving him nuts. “you’re so wet.” he says and you’re about to talk before he wraps his mouth on your clit and starts to suck. hard.

“NETEYAM!” you cry out, half of your body jolting up when he tugs on your clit with his teeth. you feel him take a long sniff and moan before plunging his tongue to your hole. “oh mother,” your long moan makes his ego boost and he keeps lapping your juices

your hands are on his locks now, tugging hard and grinding him onto your pussy, but his glare was telling you he wants to drag you there by himself.

your hips risen and gets pressed down with your mate’s large palm below your navel. “let me make you cum.” was the only thing he said before ruining you. his nose grinding onto your throbbing clit while he laps your arousal clean with his tongue fucking you deep.

“ngh..!” you’re now pushing his head away but one strong hand grabs yours and throws it to the side. he’s getting frustrated when you keep pushing him away from making you happiest woman alive.

your chest having up and down was a sign to tell him you’re almost there, and neteyam grins in the middle of tongue fucking you. “that’s it baby, cum for me. cum for your ‘teyam.” and you let go.

back arched, you let go of the bubble in your stomach.

neteyam? he’s so mesmerized by your state and how you’re gushing his face had him completely bricked up right now.

neteyam crawls the mat until he’s your face level and your cheeks redden from the sight. his lips and chin is glistening from your release that shines from the light directly coming out from the moon. neteyam used his arm to wipe your arousal from his face.

he didn’t waste anytime as he unties his loincloth and throw it to the side. your inside clenches at the sight of your man’s cock as it sprang and slaps his stomach before bouncing at the freedom.

it’s veiny and you can’t help but moan when neteyam uses his own hands to bring his cock down and palm himself. “so fucking sexy you are.” he tells you as he stares to your soul, “you drive me insane, everything about you… drives me insane.” he whines when his thumb gilded over his own slit.

“shit, need to be inside you.” at his words you spread your legs wide but frown when neteyam shook his head and got out from in between your legs. “where are you going?” he wasn’t even going anywhere

your confused state follows his actions and neteyam lies beside you on his back and turns to you, tapping you thigh. “c’mere” he pulls you to him and your eyes widen understanding his request. “n-no.” you’re only ignored before you feel yourself being pulled and sat on him.

you’re now straddling him as you’re sat right above his blue throbbing cock. “you’re gonna be so deep like this” you say trying to change his mind but your words only turn him on. “mhm, it’s gonna be okay.”

“‘teyam, it won’t fit…” you persist and try to get up but neteyam pulls you down. “i’ll make it fit.” your inside clenches. “oh,” your mouth opens for a loud moan when neteyam squeezes your ass and split them for his hard and angry tip to enter you.

“swallow me just like that, fuck yeah baby.” you winch every second you welcome him inside you. it’s not like you guys haven’t had sex recently, you both did fuck yesterday morning but he’s so big you’ve to readjust him and take him well every time he fucks in to yo-

“neteyam!” you gasp out when he thrusts upward and chuckles when you slap his chest hard. “you’re so slow, princess and i told ya i need to be inside you.” you whimper when he runs his hand up to your thighs and hips then waist and grips you right there.

you feel his girth kiss the opening of your cervix and your toes curl. “that’s it baby, relax for me” you’re taking deep breath and your man feels your walls relax around him. “arch your back and ride me.” he deadpans

you nod, eyes wide and adjust yourself on top of him enough to lean and use the wooden drawer behind him as a leverage but you instantly let a sharp scream out them neteyam ruts to you up again but this time harder

“nuh-uh princess.” he licks his lips and sighs in between strangled moan. “i said back arched.” his brows are knitted and his face serious. “need you to ride me with your back arched.”

you’re about to curse him before he raise an eyebrow as a warning.

you lick your lips and decide to be a good girl by arching you back and using your hands to support you by placing them on his chest. you’re slow but start to move your hips and neteyam nods while moaning

“yeah that’s it my girl, fuck me just like that.” you can’t even say a word at his praising that are like a pat on your head. your unintentional clench only pushes him to the edge every time you’re moving on top of him.

“you’re so tight.” he tells you with a breathless moan as you raise up and kneel before sinking down his length. “mhm,” you both moan. you’re shuddering above him with every move you make and you try to lean in to him.

“back arched, fuck me back arched princess” he repeats, he’s so gonna be the death of you.

you’re too unfocused to hear him and eventually lean. “fucking little brat.” neteyam hisses before bringing his body up and kneeling as you’re sat on his strong thighs while he’s inside you

you feel him bring both of your hands to your back and holds them both with one hand while the other lands on your waist and pushes you to his chest. you’re now bent in half, breast pressed to him and hands held behind you

you close your eyes tight when you feel neteyam so much deeper than before and you’re sure you can feel your tummy bulged out with his cock like that.

“look at me.”

you didn’t think twice before opening your yellow eyes and look straight to his. “not gonna tell you again or imma have to break you alright?” his tone is serious. “you ride me with your back arched got it?” you’re awfully silent but yelp as he tugs your hands that’s behind you

“yes!” you gasp but he wasn’t buying your whining self. “yes what?” he huffs “yes! yes sir” your forehead is sweating and you let a relieved sigh out when he loosens his grip on yours but doesn’t completely lets you go

with your back arched, you start to bounce on his dick and hear him mutter sweet nothings to your ear. “ma ‘teyam”, you’re whimpering at this point, tears threatening to fall.

you moan while neteyam leans and boldly licks your mouth and starts to thrust, wildly moving his hips. “n-no wait don’t move!”

you’re trying to free your hand to push him away but neteyam only tightens his hands on your small ones. “trying to escape now, are we?” his chest roars with a chuckle. “you think i’ll let you go right after you greet me with that slutty cloth of yours?” you feel him nudge your nose with his.

“mhm?” you shake your head, “no s-sir…oh mother eywa!” you keep gasping for air while neteyam keeps kissing you. you try to turn your face away from him but his one hand comes to grip your jaw at a place. “stop turning away from my love to you.” he’s so romantic yet wicked.

neteyam ruts to you while ruining you and he leans back to see where you both are connected, your skin slapping and squelching sound helps him get near his orgasm. with one last look at your face, neteyam sucks onto his own mouth and collect a glob of spit

you’re whining messy when his spit directly hits your exposed clit, “ma ‘teyam...” you cry out and by the sound you’re letting out and your erratic movement he knew you’re close

“let it out, baby.” he smiles as he fucks into you. “cum for me” you wanted to tell him at least to stop when you’re cumming but his tortures can’t even let you think of a word, your brain is completely mushed.

you gush out on his cock and neteyam throws his head back when he feels you milk him good. “oh fuck fuck fuck i’m close.”

you watch him with blurry eyes and black dots covering your vision as your body keeps jolting.

“tell me you love me baby.” his harsh breath hits your lips when he pressed his forehead against yours. “tell me you love me so fucking much hm?”

“i- i lov…i love you” you’re gasping for air and neteyam closes his eyes a happy smile stretching his lips. “i love you more, i love you so fucking much” you feel his hand that was holding your hand being you let’s you go and you instantly wrap your hands on his neck

“‘m sorry i hurt you princess.” neteyam says, tucking your hair behind your ear and you just nod too tired to talk back. “i’m gonna cum” his eyes flatten and he whispers. “cum for me” you tell him and he obeys

it was his last push when you said that word and neteyam shoots ropes of cum inside you. “you’re tiny and adorable when you struggle against me” he growls trying to recover from his orgasm

“and you looked beautiful tonight.” you giggle and shy yourself away from him. “hm, no look at me when i tell you how amazing you’re.” he kisses your nose.

“i love you” he whispers still inside you. “i love you too.” you kiss him.

neteyam rolls his eyes at your confession, “don’t say ‘too’ it feels like you’re just agreeing with me to feel good.” he’s so dramatic sometimes, “fine, i love you more.” neteyam suddenly gives you a hard thrust and you whine. “‘teyam i’m sore!” you tell him

“hm, sorry but i love you most and you know that.”

you don’t fight back at this point, you just agree and tell him to clean you up and go to bed.

sprinkles pandora’s holy water on y’all thirsty bitches out there who’s twinning with me 👯‍♂️

[liasadventuretime]

˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 3

⁀➷  part three : CONGRATULATIONS, FUCKER.

notes : so um… hi ! since y’all really enjoyed pt. 2 i decided i might as well write a pt. 3… i have to say that it was kind of hard writing this part because i genuinely didn’t think people would’ve liked it that much and had no idea of what to say anymore ☠️ but anygays … i had a BIG ASS fight with my parents so they took my phone, and they’re probably going to take my mac away too so idk when i’ll upload pt. 4 ( if y’all want one ), so i tried to write a bit more this time, i hope it’s sufficient.

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warnings : a bit of angst, insecurity, overthinking neteyam lmao, detailed masturbation, this man is lusting waaaaaayyy too much over you lmao, a lil makeout session with someone 🤭, and i think that’s it lol.

everything was okay now. no really, everything’s okay.

after your talk with neteyam, he left you with more questions than answers once again.

your brain felt like a beehive, never stopping, so you tried to distract yourself with anything.

you trained, you read, you helped around, but not even spending time with ao’nung could help. you don’t think he noticed the way you pretended it was neteyam holding you, kissing you, spoiling you. but you gotta be careful.

you just had one single thought in your mind.

flashback

“you know we could argue right now, and no one would hear or see us ?”

“we could do anything right now, and nobody would see us. anything.”

your thoughts were interrupted by someone speaking.

you opened the tent only to see someone’s chest right in front of you, you tilted your head up and you saw him. neteyam.

your heart dropped to your stomach for a second, making you almost gasp. what was he doing here ? his hair was still in the same hairstyle you saw him in at the beach. he looked almost unreal.

face framed by a few braids, jaw locked making him look so nervous for some reason, his high cheekbones sharp as always, and even though you never told him, you wanted to feel his cheekbones so much, all the time. pointy nose with a little bump which you recognised immediately, it was jake’s. that bump was only on his nose, because all the other sons and daughters didn’t have it. he really is his father’s son. eyes still soulless, empty that almost looked dead. they were pointy, but not too much. he has that “sharp” look from neytiri, her stare could send you to heaven and above. his shoulders broad, not too muscly which is something you liked. his arms veiny and biceps always flexed, not even having to force it. his abs well sculpted, he was still wet, droplets of water running down his face and chest, he was probably swimming with lo’ak. or someone else.

you shook your head a bit, to get that thought off your head. it doesn’t matter, it really doesn’t. his v-line almost looks like it got highlighted and sharpened, which was the only thing you hated about the way your people dress.

his everything was for everyone to see. everyone.

you sometimes tend to forget he’s not offlimits, and to say you had nightmares, about someone else getting neteyam before you, was too little.

his voice snapping you out of your trance again, hoping he didn’t catch you quite literally analyzing his whole body, but the proud smile on his face immediately cleared all your doubts.

“your cigarettes.” he said getting in your face making fun of you. he handed you your pack of cigarettes. he didn’t give you the lighter but it didn’t matter, that’s the last thing you cared about right now.

that’s quite weird though. this isn’t the first time you forgot your cigarettes, he usually just keeps them since you smoke them together anyways. you better not think about it too much before you get delusional.

“oh, thank you.” you lightly smiled at him, looking at him in the eyes while taking the packet off your hands. but before you could get them, he pulled your hand to him and placed the pack on the top of your palm, his hand still holding yours. stop, stop, stop.

if you could only know what he was thinking about, he thought to himself.

if you could only know what he did later that night thinking about you.

flashback

“i fucking knew it.” he said, walking to his tent, his fists tight, his jaw locked.

he fucking knew you just couldn’t take that further step. he was only a game to you.

you enjoyed teasing him, playing with his mind acting like he was your dirty little toy, cared about only when you’re horny, or ao’nung couldn’t satisfy you enough.

how could he at the end of the day ? ao’nung wasn’t him and will never be.

he knows he’s better, but fuck do your choices fuck his mind up.

he though he could at least get one night with you, one single night. he could be near you, stay with you, inside you. he could see you. but you didn’t want to. hell, you didn’t even want to look at him.

the constant thoughts of you, torturing his mind. he hoped he could at least live one night of pure love, caring and affection, thinking you wanted too, so he could then go on with his life, mate with a person he didn’t love or care about only to satisfy his father, since the only thing he has always wanted was you.

he wanted you to look at him, but you were too busy staring and smiling at ao’nung.

he felt tears glossing his eyes, you could never be with him, because you simply didn’t want to.

as soon as he got into his tent, he immediately threw your shit away, that you forgot on the beach, with your other stuff. yes, he had a chest with a bunch of stuff you always forgot when you were around him. even looking at it, could make his heart wrench, feeling actual pain.

your blanket, you were nine years old and you had forgotten it when you slept that night with his parents, you had a nightmare. he didn’t sleep that night, so that if you had a nightmare again he could be the one to comfort you. not his parents, him.

your emerald braid accessory, you were eleven, he said he liked it, that it suited your face, so you took it off your braid and placed it in his hand, saying “take it, it’ll look better on you anyway”. it would’ve never looked better on anyone, that wasn’t you. so he just decided to keep it.

your spoon, the one that you used to eat your meals with, and that one time you happened to really like the meal his mom cooked for you. you took a spoonful of it, and positioned it in front of neteyam’s mouth. he was confused for a second, not getting if you actually wanted him to eat out of your spoon. you said “open your mouth, it’s really good, i promise”. not like you had to prove anything, he would’ve eaten a spoonful of poison if your hand was the one holding it. he hesitantly opened his mouth and you fed him. you smiled, and went back to eating your meal, with the same spoon you had just fed him with. it was something probably superficial for you, but it really did mean the world to him.

nostalgia was the sharpest blades of all.

if he only knew you thought the same exact thing.

his mask slipped for a second, letting a tear cut though his face, leaving behind a cold scar. he aggressively wiped it away. he hated you, so so so much. he couldn’t bear the sight of you.

he hated you.

he hated your beautiful hair, your sharp sparkly eyes, your soft cheekbones, your so damn kissable nose, your pouty lips that always fucking curl and smile at everyone’s jokes but his, the soft hill of your breast, the curve that separated your ribcage from the lowest part of your waist.

he couldn’t avoid getting hard every single fucking time. thinking about the way of your body moves when you play beach volley with your group, the way you felt on top of him, or well right on top of his dick, every single time you fought. he couldn’t avoid thinking about the way you were on top of him, fitting oh so well on his dick, while he was holding your wrists with one hand, but since you were way too angry, you didn’t even notice that his other free hand was placed on your waist with a brutal grip. to say he almost whimpered seeing stars, because of how well his big hand fitted on your strong curvy waist, was way too little.

there weren’t words to explain how much he wanted you. he could’ve collected every single thing he wrote about you, and still wouldn’t be enough to explain how hard his heart throbbed every time you were with him. well, maybe something else throbbed too.

neteyam couldn’t take it anymore. if he had to rub out every single thought he had about you, he would’ve became infertile a long time ago.

he placed his head on the pillow, trying to get to sleep in a fetal position. he turned and turned, trying to think of something else, but not the even aliyah, who he tried so hard to act like she was better than you, could lock his thought of you out of his mind.

he sighed in frustration, aggressively getting up when he noticed that.

his incredible massive boner, his dick’s timing was just great.

he got up, turned on the shower, making sure there was still some hot water, and took his clothes off.

“oh c’mon, now.” he silently said after taking off his underwear, noticing pre-cum on them. his dick spurted up, hitting him in the stomach. he rolled his eyes, and got in the shower.

the hot water hugged him, feeling like all of his problems were going down the drain.

he watched his dick gently throb, brought his hand to the base and slid it all the way up, circling his the tip, trying to let out of all the built up sexual tensione he had.

he tried to think about anything that wasn’t you. but how could he ?

how could he not think about the way your sex humped on his clothes, feeling your folds hug his shaft so perfectly. how could he not think of the way that you thought he didn’t notice you throb on him ? how could he not think of the way his hand from your waist slid down to your ass, before his dad separated the both of you ? how could he not think of the way that ao’nung’s hand was in your inner thigh, but you were looking at him ?

his pace got faster, making him heavy pant with his eyes closed, your figure tattooed on his eyelids. he came, seeing some of his seed on his hand and what was left of it going down the drain with the water and his problems.

he sighed, staying there, back held by the wall behind him, leaving him thinking. but he was way too tired of thinking. his temples were throbbing with pain, from how hard his headache was. he just finished washing himself, put some clothes on, and just went to sleep.

you woke up the next morning, head basically feeling like someone stomped on it.

you barely could even sleep last night, too many problems flowing in your thoughts.

you sighed, almost whimpering, brutishly throwing your head back on the pillow. why did everything have to be soooo complicated. you definitely had to talk to him, because all of this had to stop. you were tired, sexually frustrated and sleep deprived. this combo could easily make you kill anyone who even tries to disturb your peace.

you hated the way he was trying to hard to act like “he’s protecting his peace”, motherfucker your disturbing everyone else’s. you got up sloppily, waiting for lo’ak to come by your tent like he did every single morning.

but well, weird. time has passed and you didn’t even see lo’ak’s shadow, where could he be ?

you got out of your tent, walking to his parents’ one since the poor lil boo boo had nightmares basically every single night. you almost wanted to feel bad for him, but how the fuck could you ?

at the beginning you thought that after hearing all the crazy stories about the war his dad, the former Toruk Makto, fought, he just was scared and was having nightmares about that.

but after hearing that he had a nightmare about you fucking tsireya, you were done caring about this man. out of all things in the world, THAT ? since you said you could definitely fall in love with a girl, he went on flight or fight mode. saying this guy could literally sweat jealousy, was too little.

“father ? are you here ?” you said while keeping the tone of your voice low and calm, so you didn’t scare anyone off. but the scene in front of you could be the least thing you expected.

neytiri and jake seated in a circle with everyone, and when you say everyone, you meant EVERYONE. in front of jake there was neteyam, who looked like he almost killed someone by the way he had his head down, legs crossed and… was that a slap mark ??

on neteyam’s left, kiri and spider were seated. which is weird, why were they so quiet ? on neteyam’s right there were lo’ak and tuk. even tuk ? you felt a wave of goosebumps traveling their way up your back. this is way much more serious than you thought.

jake looked at you with the harshest expression you have ever seen on his face. “oh great, (y/n) sit down and join us.” you didn’t sit down, still trying to process what he was saying while walking in the tent, getting behind neteyam.

“FUCKING SIT. NOW.” he screamed at you, as you felt a wave of shock wash over you. you immediately sat down, accidentally bumping neteyam’s shoulder. that’s the first time jake has ever yelled at you. never, in his whole life has he ever screamed at you. yes, he sometimes could be mad at you, but has never screamed that way. neytiri looked at you with heartbroken eyes, mouthing ‘i’m so sorry.’. why would she apologise, it’s not like it’s her fault. right ?

jake huffed, keeping the palms of his hands on his crossed legs, almost looking like he was trying to find the words to explain what was on his mind. this man is going to get a heart attack if you and the others don’t stop stressing him. you felt ashamed, of the way you childishly fighted with neteyam over stupid stuff, not even realising your father couldn’t handle it anymore.

the shame, always comes at the worst time.

“this is the last fucking time i’m saying this. why THE FUCK-” he stopped for a second, trying to calm down for a second. tuk was with us, he probably didn’t want to swear or yell in front of her. you saw him take a deep breath and finish his sentence.

“why, THE FUCK, did you treat her like that ? what has she done to you ? it’s not like your skxawng ass has a mate to be loyal to.” he said, finishing his sentence.

your heart dropped, you were almost capable of hearing the echo of its fall. wait.

she ?

who are we talking about ?

interrupting you from your thoughts, jake stood up scaring everyone, and furiously walked to then kneel in front of neteyam. he harshly grabbed his face, making you gasp out loud, almost like he grabbed your face.

what happened ? you were so confused. she ? who is she ? how did he treat her for jake to be this mad ?

neteyam looked at him, his head tilt up with absent eyes, lips pressed together and jaw locked.

“you have absolutely no idea of what you’ve done, do you ?” jake almost whispered, which was probably even scarier than him screaming.

“this sweet sweet girl, who is literally the clan leader’s daughter, came up to you, asking you whatever the fuck she asked you, and what did you do ?” oh. so it’s tsireya’s sister we’re talking about, aliyah.

“’ oh leave me alone, i don’t want anything to do with you’” he said mocking neteyam’s words. he chuckled, and continued.

“your skxawng ass better be grateful if the leader doesn’t tell us to pack our staff and go the fuck away, after the way she ran away crying.” he stood up from his position, stopping the grasp on neteyam’s face, making him leave his head to the side. he lifted up his gaze, only to be met with yours.

you were genuinely so worried, in part because you couldn’t understand what in the actual fuck was happening. what did aliyah want ? why did neteyam make her cry ?

“is it my fault that i don’t want to mate with a person i don’t like ?” he silently said, making everyone turn their heads to him, no one expected him to talk. this is so bad.

jake stopped for a second with his back towards him. he slowly turned around with furrowed eyebrows and a slightly parted mouth. “what the fuck did you just say ?” he said, the vein on his temple was quite literally about to pop.

“I SAID, i don’t want to mate with her ! i don’t want her ! she was throwing herself all over me, like the fucking slag she is, and when i told her no, BECAUSE I HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO SAY NO, she started crying.” he stopped for a second, catching his breath while looking at his dad. he couldn’t recognise him, why was he suddenly so pressed and stressed about neteyam finding a mate ? did it have to do with you ?

jake crossed his arms, and with an ironic smirk on his face he said “then who the fuck do you like, huh ? is every other girl so repellent to you ? have you suddenly became picky or what ?”

neteyam was about to let a tear cut through his face but he didn’t even though his eyes still remained glossed with tears. “i like someone else, but they don’t want to have anything to do with me. that’s it. it’s not the end of the world.” neteyam finished, with a slightly cracked but most importantly low voice.

jake stared at him for a couple of seconds. his face was now suddenly calm, while neytiri’s was absolutely devastated.

there was no denying it, neteyam’s a mommas boy. thank god, neytiri never tried to emotionally incest him, indeed she was happy when he talked to her about this someone he liked. that was the first time neytiri saw her sweet son be so wrapped around someone’s finger. she said that he should at least try, not jump to conclusions. but if he did jump to conclusions earlier, he wouldn’t have to feel his heart wrench and blood boil every single time he thought about what happened that night with you at the beach. he should’ve jumped to conclusion, and probably taken a fucking hint. you didn’t want him. that’s it, it’s as simple as it gets. move on, neteyam.

move on.

jake looked at you for a second, like the answer to all his problems was somewhere inside of you. in that exact moment he thought.

“is it better to speak or to die ?”

should he speak ? should he let you know that all of this, was because neteyam couldn’t move past you ? he couldn’t even count on his hands how many other omatikaya women have came up and asked to be neteyam’s mate. and he refused to even look at them. one after the other.

or should he die ? let his son stare at you with dreamy eyes, trying everyday to kill whatever he felt for you ? see him mate with another person he probably didn’t love, or even want to be near to ? should he kill his son ? a body is nothing without its soul. you were half of him, even though you were probably complete on your own. that’s the thing.

you could live without neteyam, neteyam couldn’t live without you.

neteyam stood up, catching everyone’s attention, leaving the tent and distracting jake from his thoughts.

“reunion finished, get out” he said opening the tent’s entrance for everyone.

neteyam had been waiting for you. on the beach, with a new lighter, because he wanted to keep yours. only waiting for you to come here, smile at him, sit next to him and smoke together.

but after an hour, he was worried. had something happened to you ? where did you go after the family reunion ?

he just decided to get up, and look for you. to finally try and not jump to conclusions again.

to finally say those damn three words.

“i see you.”

yes, that was the day, or maybe he could at least try and hint his intentions. letting you know he wanted more than a hookup, and that he finally was fucking ready to treat you like he should have been all this time.

ok no, maybe it’s a little too early for that.

he had no idea that that same day, ao’nung came by your tent.

“hey, how are you ?” ao’nung asked, face poking from the side of your tents entrance. you were surprised he came by your tent. he wasn’t used to do this, but it’s not like you don’t appreciate it.

“hey” you said back. he got in the tent, looking around for a bit. this was probably the first time he came here after you decided to basically move here.

“so, what have you been up you?” you tried to keep a conversation going, you couldn’t bare the silence it was way too awkward.

“i’ve been missing you.” he said, in a serious tone. silence dropped for a second, but it was immediately interrupted by your laughs. thank god.

“and what have you been up to ?” he smiled looking at you while leaning his back on the wall. maybe you could fall in love with him. or maybe you’re just delusional.

“nothing special, if i have be to be honest, but… “ you left your sentence incomplete, walking to him with his gaze glued on you. same smirk on his face.

“… i’ve been missing you too.” you finished your sentence, placing a kiss on his lips.

you were such a little dirty liar. you didn’t miss him one bit.

you place another kiss on his lips, and another one. and another one.

until he placed a hand behind your neck, smashing your lips together, deepening your kiss. his tongue lightly parted your lips, as if he was asking for your consent. you hugged his tongue with yours, tasting him. but ao’nung’s lips couldn’t even come near netayam’s lips. soft, on your skin, jaw and neck. his hand tracing circles on your waist as usual, your arms thrown to circle his neck.

you silently moaned against his lips, catching his attention, making him heavy breathe. your lips still attached to his, you lightly jumped, his big hands covering your ass, making you hug his waist with your legs.

you were so deep already, into all of this story. are situationships supposed to act like this ? was it normal ? are you falling in love ? or are you falling in love with the person you’re pretending is holding you right now ?

are you in love with ao’nung or the guy that could make you fall to your knees with only a kiss ? or make you whimper with a single touch ? or make you doubt everything you know with a simple phrase ? that someone had such a special effect on you, you don’t think there’s any language in this world that is capable of explaining what he did to you. how he makes you feel.

you were so so so tired. of fighting. of pretending. of replacing.

shouldn’t things be easier ?

your thoughts interrupted by ao’nung’s lips kiss and biting on your neck, but neteyam did it so much better. you lifted your face, giving him more space to work on. ao’nung suddenly stopped, face still in the crook of your neck . and you suddenly had this bad bad feeling in your gut.

something bad about to happen to you. you don’t what it is, but you feel it coming.

you waited for ao’nung to say something, hands still on your back to hold you, like you weighted as much as a feather. he could give you anything you wanted, but how could ask him to give you another person ? that unfortunately wasn’t him.

“i know who you pretend i am.” your heart dropped the moment ao’nung spoke those words, with his voice low and cracked. he knew and still came by your tent. the guilt was chocking you.

he knows, and i know he knows. what could you even say ? that it wasn’t true ? that he was worried for nothing ? you couldn’t, because not only you would be lying to him, but you would also be lying to yourself.

as if your night couldn’t get better, someone entered the tent.

but as soon as you felt your heart stinging, you knew damn well you were in so much trouble.

so so so so much trouble. you were absolutely fucked.

you didn’t even have to look at him, to realise that the person who just entered your tent was neteyam. you immediately fell back to your feet, distancing yourself from ao’nung.

who did you even have to be loyal to ?

but maybe, it just was the fact that you couldn’t betray your heart.

you suddenly felt naked, in front of him. his gaze confused, eyes glossed once again with tears.

you just wanted to disappear, you just wanted to die.

he scoffed, crossing his arms and looking at you with a smirk on his face. this was so bad.

ao’nung kept trying to keep track on what was happening, why were you so suddenly acting like this. but he might have realised something, that the two of you have been trying to hide so hard. his eyes flashed, mouth slightly opened. heart completely shattered. he immediately ran out of the tent, purposely bumping his shoulder against neteyams. not even daring to look back. you felt a tear leave your eye. what have you done ?

the silence was suddenly interrupted by neteyams voice, making you tilt your head up.

“congratulations, fucker.”

he stopped for a second. trying to get the words.

“if you only knew how many words i have wasted on you, and how many other words i was willing to waste. even tonight, but you didn’t even come by.”

that’s all he said, before leaving once again, following ao’nung’s traces.

leaving you alone.

alone, again.

final notes : damn um, so how did y’all like it ? i hope u enjoyed it ! if y’all want a part four remember to like the post and if you want to be tagged and you’re not already on the tag list, message me privately or comment it ! for some reason i can’t tag everyone, so i’ll just directly send it ! sorry for the wait, AND PLS LET ME KNOW WHERE YALL ARE FROM BECAUSE IM EUROPEAN AND I POST AT COMPLETELY RANDOM TIMES 😭

sneak peak : so the time has come ! someone noticed a song reference i put in my story ! if y’all didn’t already notice it, in all my posts i put some song references which, if you can tell me from which song or band it is, you get a sneak peak of the next part before everyone else ! the first winner was… @grierpilots !, the reference was from a neighbourhood song, one of my favs which is crybaby ! the reference was : “i always get this anxious feeling, but it goes away when i’m with you breathing.” which neteyam said to you in pt. 2 of the fic ! the quote isn’t exact but it’s always recognisable :)

[divineei]

modern!atwow x musician!reader

modern avatar mlist!

desc. headcanons for modern avatar: the way of water teens with a musician significant other who’s in a band. reader plays a different instrument for each character.

a/n. if this flops i’m retiring. real shit.

— neteyam. ( guitarist s/o ♪! )

he sleeps with a t-shirt of your band every. goddamn. night.

gives it back to you once a week so you can spray your perfume on it. you ended up bringing him a bottle of ur fave brand and he sprays the cologne on it every time he washes it (aka ever fucking week)

mans hooked. to both you and your music

listens to your band’s songs at least once a day. either w/ headphones or on full blast it doesn’t matter

his whole family knows all the lyrics

sometimes tuk comes to his room and jumps on his bed while playing air guitar and he absolutely joins

other times tho he closes his eyes to focus and pays special attention to the guitar while having your smile in mind

he once spent like 2 weeks watching youtube tutorials to (kinda) learn one song so he could play for you

was it good? no it was fucking hideous. was it the sweetest fucking thing ever tho? absolutely it was

always tries to pick you up after band practice

my boy would rather miss his basketball competitions than miss one of your concerts

this one time he actually tried to skip a match bc your performance was at the same time and the mf showed up backstage like “hEy🙂”

you had to call his mom for him to leave (u snitch that was kinda foul)

definitely knows abt “the rockstar’s girlfriend” aesthetic and makes it his personality. like he’s so into it

you got him a t-shirt that said “im with the band” as a joke but he actually wears it and its hilarious

— kiri. ( keyboard s/o ♪! )

comes to your house just to hear you play

she brings a book and lays down on your bed while you make new music

ADORES watching you come up with new tunes!!!!!!

you always have that focused look on your face as you move your fingers over the keys at makes her want to take a picture (she actually has a few ngl)

always goes back home humming your new melody

you record covers of her favorite songs on your keyboard and give her a cd that she listens to on her discman (she defo owns old gadgets like that)

sometimes puts her phone down on her window stool, where she has her favorite plants, and leaves it there with your music playing. she likes to think it help her plants grow

lowkey gatekeeps your songs

there was this one time you couldn’t sleep bc she kept appearing on your mind, so you connected your headphones and made your “ode to kiri”

it was 2am when you vídeocalled her to play for her what you just wrote

and kiri being the sensitive person she is, swore she could feel your affection through the music, little tears threatening to fall from her pretty eyes

it was truly a treasured memory in your relationship

until a loud ass knock on your door and an equally loud “FFS ITS 2AM!!!!!” almost made you drop dead

she absolutely laughed at you btw

— lo’ak. ( bassist s/o ♪! )

brings you stickers so you can decorate your bass w/ them

“aye babe i got a new sticker for your guitar” “for the hundredth time lo’ak, its a BASS!!!”

yeah he knows it annoys you and no he’s not gonna stop

his lockscreen is a picture of you on stage with a bunch of lil hearts he drew around you

when he goes to your concerts he tells everyone you two are dating

“you see that one over there bro? pfft yeah, we’re together” “do i know you man????” 💀

when you told him your band didnt have a logo yet he showed up at your door 3 days after, super excited and with a bunch of sketches to show you

i also think lo’ak would be really into graffiti art

so he goes around the neighborhood spray painting your band’s logo on the streets walls

“lo’ak you’re gonna get us in trouble” “oh cmon, its good promo!!”

he messes up with your amplifier when you practice, turning up and down the volume, the treble, etc. until you throw your pick right into his fucking forehead and he’s like:

“ma fault 😨”

the moment he (finally) sits still he actually pays really close attention to how your hands move

“damn, you make it look so easy” “im just good with my fingers ig”

cue the dumbest smirk you’ve ever seen

— ao’nung. ( drummer s/o ♪! )

imma just say it; he is popular. by that i mean ma boy has hella contacts

AND by that i mean he makes sure your band always has a venue to perform at. always first on every list fr

“ao’ stay the fuck away from my drums”

actually a fucking menace. tries to impress you by smashing the drumsticks everywhere.

“nah babe check me out i got it this time srsly”

rhythm left the room the moment he sat down

he even attempts some tricks he seen you pull off during your concerts, like throwing the sticks up or rolling them between his fingers.

they always end up either on the floor or hitting his dumbass head. it’s cool tho, u kiss it better (after a well deserved smack bc what did i tell u)

he’d still insist on learning so you two end up having a chick flick moment where you guide him by putting your hands on his

boy actually blushes. just a smidge

“your ears are red” “stfu no they’re not”

might not know shit abt making music but seeing the look on your face when you play is enough to make him see how passionate you are

loves being alone with you in your band’s backstage lounge

he’s so fucking extra he got his friend outside the door like some whack ass bodyguards. they’re so into it too bro

“aye keep walking man🕴️” “move along bitch aint nothing to see here🕴️”

whenever you’re about to go on stage he stays with you in your band’s room and massages your hands

makes sure you always put some baby powder on your palms before you perform in case you start sweating so you dont drop your drumsticks

— tsireya. ( vocalist s/o ♪! )

she sings along to your songs whenever they play

ao’nung is sick and tired of listening to her and uses ear plugs all the time bc he once told her to stfu and got smacked

you two even make your own carpool karaoke and scream the lyrics together on the parking lot

and she NAILS IT!!!!!

like my girl can sing fr

in fact you’ve asked her to help in a few songs for harmonies and second voices

she helps you out a lot with your vocal practice and your breathing exercises

she sits down with you and counts each second with her fingers when hold your breath and when you try your best to hold a specific note

let’s be honest here. A LOT of your songs are abt her

you really don’t have to tell her, she knows they are. bc when you’re up on stage singing abt the perfect girl, you look right at her. and her heart beats faster every time

sometimes you send her your lyrics like “what do u think of this??” and it’d be a full on poem abt her that makes her smile so goofy. kicking feet and everything

every time you get in the shower and start humming/singing her phone is ready

actually has a video of you freaking tf out bc you had an idea for a new song while showering and you stormed your way out the bathroom, wet and hair full off shampoo

“REYA PASS ME A PEN QUICK” “NAH WHY ARE YOU BOOTY NAKED PLEASEHAhH”

you had to mop the floor after that

— rotxo. ( acoustic guitarist s/o ♪! )

makes sure you are never out of strings to change

but since the strings are heavier from an electric guitar, he knows you sometimes hurt your fingers playing

so he bought you a bunch of finger protectors.

he’s a sweetheart, but those whack ass things he got you looked like this

yeaaah…. no. 💀

actually offensive he’d think you need that shit but you let it go bc he really just wanna be there for you

the actual definition of #1 fan

he’s on every concert

and i mean EVERY. CONCERT. front row, backstage, glowing sticks on one hand, phone on the other and zooming on you and only you

he goes to your house more than you go to his, just bc he always wants you to play smthn. and this way you dont gotta bring your guitar back and forth

when you’re together in your room, you get your guitar and he asks you to play some lofi style tunes

especially loves it when it’s summer and the both of you just lay down with the windows wide open and the breeze goes in and out. has a cool glass of your fave drink with a straw and he holds it up to you while you play

one thing ik for sure is rotxo is lowkey good at making beats/bases

the two of you have definitely made a few tracks purely for your enjoyment (like this)

many many many beach dates where you bring your guitar and he lays his head on your lap while the sun sets

taglist. — @rainbowsocks, @dearstell, @erenjaegerwifee, @neteyamyam, @lvrcpid, @grierpilots, @littlexscarletxwitch, @elegantkidfansoul, @anm3mi, @kachowness, @boilingpots , @lagoonabluebabe, @lethalvenus, @casiia, @liluvtojineteyam, @inluvwithneteyam, @syulangg, @junnniiieee07, @drugs-for-memes, @ilovejakesullysdick, @lovelyygirl8, @neqeyam, @ak-aaa-li, @sakura-onesan, @babyymeme, @gender3nvyy,

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[jakexneytiri]

HEAVY ON TAGGING FICS WRONG OH MY. I BE TRYNA FIND A LO’AK FIC AND ALL I CAN SEE IS NETEYAM FICS BC THEY HAVE LO’AK X READER TAGS BRO (there’s no lo’ak fics as it is smh 😫)

no bc it’s so annoying, you’ll get traction through likes and reblogs, don’t be incorrectly tagging a post for more attention ffs

[l0tu2]

CHAPTER 10 (Lifted Spirit) of Live for Yourself has been officially updated on AO3!

the updates and progression of this story are slow and tedious, but that does not hinder my heart and soul into this story. it will be finished for however long it takes. slowburn is like a slap in the face, because i truly don’t want to rush it. their struggles are real and their characters are terribly flawed and broken. dear readers, bear with me on this.

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CHAPTER 02 (Owed for Own) of Shared and Halved has been officially updated on AO3 since april 22nd.

this story is coming along fine, believe it or not. it still has some minor plot hiccups i am currently deciding, but it is quite heated and grasping from the get-go. for something more intimate and spice-filled — go check out the lo’ak x ao’nung ff on AO3. considering this story won a pole and will now include mpreg!

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EYWA’S FORTUNE has officially begun the first chapter in progression.

it is not published, but the ao’nung x kiri ff will take some time to get out with the consideration of two other stories. the deadline will possibly be within this upcoming week to two weeks ahead. apologies my readers — i cannot pump out these chapters as fast as i intend to. gives me burnout should i dedicate myself too deeply into my hobby. hope you guys are patient and my other stories satiate y’all well!

[ricecakeslove]

does anyone have any lo’ak x reader ff recs? (asking for a friend, definitely NOT for me) ‼️

[oeyateyam]

Girlie as soon as u gave out the new @ i run here to follow u!! I have been busy cause of finals and where I live they last till July so I have been away for a while but I’m happy to see u active again!! About ambivalent we are all sad it’s taking kind of an hiatus you included cause I know u have put so much work into it but don’t worry you decide what to do with your works! I can’t wait to see what other works you will put out, I am kind of curious to see how you would write for a lo’ak centered work (one shot even not a whole ff those take a lot I know from experience)

Anyways I hope you are having an amazing day/night!!🫶🏻

aaaa i’m actually really really happy you decided to come along to my new account !! i always get a smile on my face when i see a msg from you in my box so seeing this has made my day :”)

and naurrr i really want to continue ambivalent, it’s just on a hiatus as of now considering i’m wanting to focus on other works at the moment but something lo’ak centered huh 🤔 sounds like something i’ll have to think about now !

ilysm & ty again for coming along xoxo

[pandoras-romance-guru]

Ewya Ships it (Part One)

Neteyam x Avatar! Reader

Part 2 is here!

A/n: Thought about this idea after reading another FF (Linked here when i can find it). but i had a different thought. something like this could but also similar to how they did it in ATWOW as well and the first Avatar movie.

Cw: Reader has two unnamed mums, Hurt/Comfort (Neteyam and reader have a fight - not in this part), Fluff, mild angst if you squint, Lo’ak being a good boi and best friend (Unedited) 

Might make this into a couple of parts if it gets too long.

Bold text is spoken in Na'vi

As you paced around your tent in the Omaticaya stronghold, your mind had begun to spiral.

What had started out as a simple pep talk to tell Neteyam something important, had quickly become a terrible series of awful ‘what ifs’.

“What if I tell him and he reacts poorly? i mean i HAVE sort of kept this from him... But no i did this as a surprise and surely he should be thrilled at this... he isn’t the type to react like that, he has some common sense... right? surely he will see the bigger picture” you mumble, chewing on your lip worryingly.

You hadn’t noticed that you had been speaking these thoughts out loud... nor had you realised that someone had walked in on your now very stressed self.

“What’cha doing there (Name)?” the voice asked, startling you straight out of your skin. you whip your head round to the intruder, eyes wide like you just got caught doing something you shouldn’t.

It was Lo’ak.

“Dammit Lo’ak! at the very least announce that you are coming in! what if i had been changing!” you shriek, clearly very frazzled. he throws his hand up in mock surrender.

“Your right. I’m sorry, I was just coming by to see if you wanted to come with us on a little adventure... but you seem upset about something... would you like to talk about it?”

sighing in defeat you motion for him to come and sit down on your bedroll. he does, sitting with his legs crossed as his tail comfortingly wrap around you. closing your eyes and doing your best to steel yourself you begin to slowly explain the situation to him.

“So... word has been going around that our resources aren’t going to last much longer...” you start.

you hear Lo’ak’s sharply inhale. giving a brief glance to the side you can clearly see that he wants to say something. but ultimately bites his tongue to let you continue.

“The lab guys are doing their best to figure out a solution... but it isn’t looking like they will find something soon. they have a few idea to help extend what they have, and maybe into making some of it renewable, but at the moment that is only acting like a band-aid.”

A aggressive sigh escapes from the na’vi boy beside you. you turn to look at him.

“So what has that got to do with what you were saying before... about a ‘surprise for Neteyam’? because i’m pretty sure this isn’t a very good surprise” he prompts. you can kinda tell he tried to make the last bit light-heartedly, but the fear and anxiety they dwells behind his eyes tells you that the idea of you - and by extension spider - dying, has him exceedingly worried.

“Well...” You begin “The surprise WAS to tell him that i’ve managed to convince the lab guys to create an na’vi body for me... that i was going to try and permanently connect with through Ewya-”

“WHAT?! THAT’S AMAZING!” Lo’ak cheers, crushing you in a big hug, clearly very relieved at the reveal. “Wait though... How did that happen?”

“Well Lo’ak when two na’vi love each other very much-”

“YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT (NAME)!” he shouts. he shakes his head and covers his ears which makes you laugh hard enough to make your sides hurt. even when you were having such an emotional conversation he still managed to bring such light-hearted joy to help put you at ease.

“Ok, ok.” you relent “I don’t know a lot of the science behind how it works. but the short version is that the lab guys took some of my DNA, aka my blood, some from a lovely na’vi couple, put into some science-y thing and essentially made my na’vi counterpart with our mixed genetic material.”

“Woah... how long did it take? a week?” he questions

“Try a couple of months genius.” you smack his forehead playfully “so they essentially ‘grew’ this version of me to be around the age that we are now.” you explain

“Why couldn’t this couple have a kid though?”

“Well because they are both women Lo’ak” you state plainly. An ‘oh.’ look appears on his face and you roll your eyes hard at his naiveté. “and i’m worried that he won’t take it well... hell he might even see it as a betrayal... who knows how he will feel about me connecting to mother ewya... after all it isn’t a very successful process.” You continue, the true reasons finally coming to light.

“If I know anything about my brother it is this.” Lo’ak states with confidence standing up. “It is that he loves you more than life itself. AND, that he is infinitely more mature then me. i’m sure he will be understanding and see you side” he smiles “i think it will definitely make him happy”

gaining some courage from the younger sully brother you stand up as well, enveloping him in a big hug. “Thank you Lo’ak... i really needed that.” 

“Anytime little sis” he snarks

“I am actually older you know” you counter “Just because your tall doesn’t make you older than me”

“Really? Is that how it works? But your just so little!”

“Why you-!” you bap him on the shoulder a couple of times and attempt to headlock him but he easily overpowers you and gently but with sibling intensity baps you back. Giggles fill the tent as you vent out the rest of your nerves together and you take a couple of breathes before you separate. “Alright then! I’m off to go look for him. do you know where he might be?”

“Last i saw he was going for a ride, but that was a while ago so he should be back by now, try checking the perches.” Lo’ak suggests.

You nod and with renewed vigour and your best friends support, you go out in search for your boy.

[lovemyavatar]

The last chapter 🥹 I was bawling at the end to finally see her feel seen and where she was meant to be. I will miss those two so bad truly, the teases of hee updates for stargirl, our rants on how good the chapter where ecc

SO WAIT the neteyam ff is set in the same universe as stargirl? Like we will see also lo’ak and his mate or it’s a totally new universe so our protagonist from here doesn’t exist? Nevertheless I loved this story so much, can’t believe it’s over and we only have the epilogue to go thru and then it’s truly all said and done!! I will look forward to your other works and make sure to tag me in the upcoming neteyam ff bestie

And once again thank you for creating star girl❤️‍🩹

so grateful for your love n support as always ❤️

yes it will be set within the same universe as Star Girl so we will be seeing some of our little lovebirds :)

[eitaababe]

soooooooo

‘you’re losing me’ that mother taylor just dropped has to be added to the ‘even if it’s a lie’ playlist bc i swear it reminds me so much of your fic tbh

“my heart won’t start anymore for you. cause you’re losing me.”

have you listened?? ahhhhhh it’s so good

so on theme with what’s going on really

also disappointed that aonung chose ivy once again and the fact he still hasn’t told her lol. like your girl is crying? where is the worry or urgency? lol lord

sorry but at this point he deserves what he’s gonna get and i hope his ass grovels for the rest of his life lmao

and lo’ak is a real one tbh. im scared and excited to see how she’s gonna find out the truth bc we definitely going downnn 😭 talk about emotional and mental damage ffs 🥲💔

THIS IS SUCH A LATE REPLY BUT YK WHAT NONNIE YOURE SOOOOO RIGHT

[oneheda]

I TOLD YOU THINGS. | 𖥂 lo’ak sully

── .✦ part 1 of: PREMONITIONS

wc: 5.5k

pairing: lo’ak x fem!na’vi reader (aged up characters for plot purposes!)

story description: after completing iknimaya, you were so sure that you and him were going to happen. but, reality reared its ugly head and your dreams were just dreams. lo’ak had suddenly severed your 16-year-long bond with him, leaving you behind to pick up the broken pieces.

contains: angst, slowburn, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, and fluff (maybe soon)

warnings: none, except hurt feelings of course.

➙ PART 2:

a/n: this is my FIRST avatar fic EVER. i did not expect to write this much for 2 days, or nearly experience zero writing block. man, was i on a roll. anyway, this was meant to be a one-shot, but it’s most likely going to turn into a 2 parter. maybe if this part does well… i’ll write the next part!

It didn’t bother you as much as it used to—losing touch with Lo’ak and the Sully family. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. These days, dinner at eclipse was spent around a different circle of friends and family, and the once-frequent glimpses of the Sullys at distant bonfires had grown rare, fading into the past.

You had no reason to dwell on it. The here and now mattered more than old memories. Or so you tried to believe.

“Who’s ready for a round of s’mores?” D’yla’s voice rang out, cheerful and unbothered, as she raised a stick skewered with marshmallow high in the air. A chorus of agreement followed, hands lifting in unison around the crackling bonfire. Its warmth was inviting, the glow reflecting the growing camaraderie of the group.

“If it weren’t for the Sullys,” D’yla added with a grin, “we wouldn’t even have these… cotton edibles.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the term, though it didn’t quite reach your chest, where a familiar pang settled instead. The mention of the Sullys was always like that—stirring up feelings you weren’t sure what to do with. They were still as admirable as ever, their deeds sung by the people of the clan. But that’s all they were to you now: stories. Praised figures. Not the friends you used to know. Not anymore.

Did it bother any of them? Maybe it did. Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk, and even their parents had made small efforts over the years to keep in touch, but life pulled everyone in different directions. The distance had grown so naturally, so imperceptibly, that it became easy to accept. Your mother’s words echoed in your mind often: “That’s just the way life goes.”

But it wasn’t completely severed—not yet. You knew the Sullys didn’t want to let go entirely. The occasional gestures were proof of that. All except for one: Lo’ak.

Of all the Sullys, he seemed unbothered by the widening chasm. Maybe even willing to let it turn into a full-fledged canyon. And for reasons you couldn’t understand, that hurt the most.

Because for the longest time, he had mattered the most.

By the time you passed your Iknimaya, the two of you had become little more than strangers. The shift was so sudden, so stark, that it felt almost unreal. But it was real. Real enough that you stopped asking his siblings about him. Real enough that you stopped asking the entire family.

They all had futures to look toward—Neteyam especially, with the weight of being the future Olo’eyktan on his shoulders. You couldn’t bring yourself to beg for answers. You wouldn’t risk making them worry about you and Lo’ak any further.

If this was the end of some childhood story, then so be it. Some endings didn’t need explanations.

That’s just the way life goes… right?

2 years ago…

“So, out of all four today, who’s caught your eye the most?” Kiri’s voice carried a teasing lilt as she lounged in Lo’ak’s tent, her tail swishing idly across the floor flaps. Her curiosity radiated in every movement, her grin sharp and knowing. “Come on, brother! You’ve been looking forward to this age for this exact reason.”

Lo’ak lowered himself onto the floor table, the one you had built for him not long ago. His eyes immediately found you in the corner of the tent, quietly inspecting your bow. You looked preoccupied, your fingers tracing over the carvings he’d etched into the wood a few moons ago. Passing Iknimaya had been all you could talk about lately, and Lo’ak—desperate to stay connected—had tried to keep up with you, chasing your conversations even as they veered further into adulthood.

He let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered, “I know, I know. I just… don’t know. It seems hard. There’s so many.”

But the truth was far messier. While you seemed optimistic about growing up, Lo’ak dreaded it. Growing up felt like the end of everything he loved—playfulness, freedom, and most importantly, you. He feared that your bold streak, the one that had always set you apart, would eventually take you somewhere—or to someone—that didn’t include him.

He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but the thought of losing you to adulthood terrified him.

The thought twisted in his chest. Would he just become a memory, a childish friend you once cared for but ultimately outgrew? Lo’ak couldn’t shake the fear that one day, when his mother inevitably started dropping hints about you and him being tied together for life, you’d recoil. You’d laugh off the idea, push him away, and that would be the end.

That every shared laugh, every accidental graze of your skin, every lingering glance meant nothing to you while they consumed him whole.

But he wasn’t ready to lose you. Not yet.

And yet, here you were, completely unbothered by Kiri’s teasing. When the conversation turned to the topic of other girls courting him, you remained so painfully supportive, offering polite smiles and offhand comments. Lo’ak knew he was selfish for it, but part of him wanted your chest to pang at the thought of him being with someone else. The way his chest burned whenever he imagined you with another Na’vi.

“So, what about you, [Y/n]?” Kiri asked, her tone light and mischievous as her sharp eyes flicked between the two of you. “Have you given Te’ylu or Ek’ran an answer yet? Or is there someone else you’ve got your eye on? I mean, with you being one of the most sought-after girls around, I’m sure there’s no shortage of people trying to catch your attention.”

You shook your head, your response clipped and quick. “No.”

Fuck.

Lo’ak’s stomach dropped. Was your nonchalance genuine, or was it a front, masking feelings you didn’t want to admit? He dared to hope for the latter, but hope was dangerous.

Because he knew, deep down, that it wasn’t fair to wish for anything other than your happiness. If you chose someone who was nothing like him, someone who made you truly happy, he would accept it. He would let you go with silent resignation, even if it tore him apart.

But a cruel thought lingered: maybe if you had known him less, for the the version of him that he could exist as in your fantasies, you would’ve love him more than for who he actually was. The flawed reality of him that you knew too well at heart. Because maybe, just maybe, you knew him too much to find him attractive.

And maybe then, instead of it being strangers he’d get teased about being with, it would be you.

8 years ago…

The sunlight danced through the canopy above, a shifting mosaic of gold and green that dappled the jungle floor. Everything smelled fresh, like rain-soaked earth and blooming flowers. The world felt bigger back then, didn’t it? The air heavier with mystery, the trees taller, their shadows deeper. It was one of those days where the wind carried the laughter of children like a melody—but beneath it all, there was something sharper. Something you didn’t notice until later.

You were following the sound of your father’s totem, the little wooden carving tied to a leather string that never left your neck. Only it wasn’t on your neck now. It was ahead of you, swaying in Sänika’s hand. The jungle was alive with noise—birds chirping, leaves rustling—but all you could hear was your heart pounding and Sänika’s teasing voice calling over her shoulder.

Her auburn hair bounced as she skipped ahead, the curls catching the sunlight like copper wire. You hated how she always looked untouchable, even when she was being cruel. There was a faint scar running down her left cheek, just a thin, silvery line that deepened when she smirked—and she was smirking now, her yellow eyes gleaming as she turned to face you near the edge of the cliff.

“You’re such a crybaby,” she said, holding it higher, as if daring you to lunge. “You care this much about a stupid trinket? You’re always carrying it around like a baby with a blanket.”

“It’s not stupid!” you shot back, your voice cracking halfway through. “Give it back, Sänika!”

She wiggled her fingers, making the totem sway above the drop, her yellow eyes sparkling with something cruel. “If it’s so important, why don’t you come and get it?”

You froze, panic tightening your chest. The cliff’s edge crumbled with every gust of wind. The totem wasn’t just important—it was everything. It was the last thing your father had given you before…before you lost him. You couldn’t lose it too.

The wind picked up, tugging at your hair, and as you stepped closer, a part of the cliff crumbled beneath your foot. Pebbles tumbled into the ravine, disappearing into the void below. Your stomach flipped, and you stumbled back, your breath catching in your throat.

That’s when Lo’ak appeared, crashing through the underbrush like he’d been chasing after you for hours. He was smaller then, his braids messier, his face still round with childhood. His knees were scraped, his braids tangled, and he looked like he’d just wrestled the entire jungle. He skidded to a stop, eyes darting between you and Sänika, quickly sizing up the situation.

“What’s going on?” he asked, though his face was already hardening. He froze when he saw you and Sänika by the cliff, his wide eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.

“Sänika she…,” you blurted, clutching your arms tight against your chest as you held back tears which threatened to fall. “She has my totem!”

Lo’ak frowned, his ears twitching. “What are you doing, Sänika? You’re being so stupid again.”

Sänika tossed her head, her auburn hair bouncing with the motion. “I’m not stupid, Lo’ak. I’m teaching her a lesson. She thinks she’s so special, always clutching that dumb little thing like it’s magic or something.”

“It’s not magic!” you snapped, your nails digging into your palms. “It was my dad’s! Just—just stop messing around!”

Lo’ak stepped forward, his tail swishing sharply behind him. “Sänika, give it back! You—!” His voice had dropped into that serious tone he used whenever you both got too close to trouble

You froze, unable to move, a tight knot of fear settling in your stomach. Sänika only tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief as she feigned consideration. “Hmm, you’re right,” she said slowly, drawing it out. “I don’t want to drop it.” Her smile widened, the kind that made your heart race. “I want her to come get it.”

It wasn’t a dare—it was a challenge. She held the totem just beyond the edge of the cliff, her knuckles white against the carved wood.

“Are you insane?! You’re crazy!” he hissed, his voice thick with anger and fear. Lo’ak warned you, his voice sharper now, “Don’t!”

But you couldn’t wait. You lunged forward before your fear could hold you back, your hand shooting out toward hers. The ground beneath your feet shifted, loose dirt crumbling into the ravine below, and for a terrifying moment, you felt yourself tipping forward. A strong arm caught you around the waist, yanking you back just as your balance gave out. Lo’ak’s grip was firm and unyielding as he pulled you away from the edge.

Lo’ak lurched forward, grabbing her wrist and yanking it back before she could drop the totem. She shrieked, trying to twist away, but Lo’ak was too quick. He snatched the totem from her hand and shoved her backward—away from the cliff, not too hard, but enough to make her stumble.

Sänika’s laughter rang out, cruel and high-pitched. “Aw, she almost made it!”

You collapsed to your knees, trembling as Lo’ak crouched beside you. “You okay?”

“See? No harm done,” Sänika said breezily, brushing dirt from her hands. “You’re welcome for the excitement.”

Lo’ak shot her a glare so sharp it could’ve cut through the undergrowth. “Shut up, Sänika! Don’t mess with her ever again. Go home!” he shot back, before turning to you and pressing the totem into your hands. “Here. Don’t let her take it from you again.”

You nodded, your breath still shaky. You clutched the totem tightly, your breath catching in relief. “Thank you, Lo’ak.” You muttered, looking down at it instead of him.

Lo’ak grinned, his sharp teeth flashing. “You’re welcome,” he said, his tail flicking with unspent energy. He nudged a pebble with his foot, sending it skittering over the edge of the trail. “But, next time? Maybe don’t let her play you like that so easy. You should definitely keep that in a bag or sumn’.”

The boy’s hand brushed your shoulder as he stood, his voice turning impatient. He extended a hand, pulling you up with a rare show of careful strength, his grip firm and steady. “Come on! Let’s get out of here before I really lose it.”

You took his hand, both soon walking side by side into the heart of the vibrant forest ahead. Lo’ak kicked a stone, sending it skittering through the soft, damp soil with a faint, melodic sound, and you sidestepped a low branch that swung too close. Every so often, he nudged you with his elbow, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. You shoved him back lightly, pretending to glare, but your smile gave you away. Lo’ak glanced at you, his hand brushing yours for a split second, almost absentmindedly. Without warning, you gave him a playful shove, nudging him off the path. He stumbled but caught himself, shooting you a mock-scowl, though the comfort of familiarity had already replaced the tension, like it always did. “You owe me for that. Big time.”

“For what?” you shot back, the adrenaline making you bold. “For almost letting me fall?”

“For almost making me fall.” He grinned then, that familiar troublemaker grin. “And for not letting you punch her first. Trust me, I saved you a lot of trouble. You could at least say ‘thank you, Lo’ak, you’re so brave!’”

You shoved him back, again, rolling your eyes, but your lips twitched into a grin. “Fine. Thank you, Lo’ak. You’re so annoying.”

The boy laughed then, loud and carefree. Lo’ak, always a little quicker, started to moved ahead, but you easily caught up, each of you slipping past the other in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. And for a moment, the fear of the cliff and the totem’s danger faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of his laugh.

Each step felt like you were walking deeper into a dream, the quiet murmurs of the forest and the gentle rustling of the leaves filling the space between you two. The ground beneath your feet seemed alive with the roots of massive trees curling up from the earth, their gnarled forms glowing faintly in the tree-filtered, low light. Every now and then, a soft hum of bioluminescent insects flitted past the glowing moss of the trees, their tiny lights like glowing fireflies darting through the air.

“To say the least, I’m not as obedient or responsible as my brother. What do they even see in me, other than what I’ve overheard—a second choice to him?”

His words hung in the air, heavier than they should have been. You bit your lip and frowned, a sharp flare of anger rising in your chest as the question twisted something deep inside you. Second choice? That was laughable. You wanted to tell him that that was ridiculous, that the only reason anyone even compared him to Neteyam was because they were blind to everything that made Lo’ak Lo’ak. He was amazing as he was. But the words didn’t come. They never did, not when it came to this. Defending him outright? That wasn’t your style. Compliments between the two of you always felt like crossing some invisible line, one neither of you had ever dared to define.

Instead, you trudged ahead, crunching softly over leaves and branches as the glowing forest swallowed the two of you whole. The world felt quieter now, muted by the creeping eclipse. You glanced back at him, watching his expression as he trudged behind you. He looked…tired. Not just from the day’s hunt but from something else, something that weighed on him more than you realised.

You were supposed to be honest with him. You always had been. Honest, but sharp. Never tender, never soft. But, this time, you couldn’t risk saying what you actually thought. What if he thought you were being weird? Laughed it off, or worse, didn’t care? You didn’t even know why you felt like this—protective, almost angry. It wasn’t like Lo’ak expected you to care to this extent which you did. You didn’t.

At least, you didn’t think you did.

“Your existence is proof that failure has a sense of humor,” you said, keeping your voice light. “Maybe some girls are just into that.”

You expected him to laugh—or roll his eyes, or shoot back something equally sharp. But instead, his footsteps faltered behind you and when you turned, he had halted to a stop, standing still, expression unreadable.

He wanted to ask if you were one of the girls you had previously described, but he mentally slapped himself before he could say something as nearly stupid and weird as that. But there were still questions he found worth asking, one he particularly settled for.

“Do you… really see me as a failure?”

The question caught you off guard and for a moment, you froze, unsure of how to respond. His voice wasn’t biting or sarcastic. It was quiet, almost hesitant, and that made it worse. It was the most un-Lo’ak thing ever. Like, he sought for your validation? Never in your lifetime would you be able to foresee that. It was confusing and unexpected, but you didn’t have it in you to ask why.

You stared at him, the weight of his question settling between you. He wasn’t meeting your eyes, his gaze fixed somewhere just over your shoulder. It wasn’t like him to look so unsure, so vulnerable. And it wasn’t like you to feel so…paralyzed. You wanted to tell him no, of course not, that he was more than what he thought he was.

“Lo’ak,” you started, your voice softer than you intended. He looked up at you then, just slightly, like he was waiting for something—an answer, a reassurance, anything. For a brief moment, you thought about telling him the truth right there and then, when he had prepared himself to be in perfect earshot. And not just the truth about how you didn’t see him as a failure, but the truth about why. That you admired him, even when he doubted himself. That you chose to be by his side every day, not because of some childhood bond or shared memories, but because it was him. That you cared about him in a way that scared you because it didn’t feel simple anymore.

And with every passing second, the pressure grew, the unspoken words clawing their way up, desperate to escape. You could feel them swelling, a tide rising fast, threatening to spill over. The silence pressed harder, suffocating, as if daring you to break it. But instead of yielding, you retreated behind the familiar walls. You couldn’t let it out. Not now. Maybe not ever. Your honest words caught, stuck somewhere between the aching weight in your chest and the trembling tightness in your throat, tangled in feelings too raw to untangle, too sharp to name. You fell back into the only script you knew, the one you two always performed so well.

“I can’t even give you a proper compliment without it feeling forced,” you said, forcing a grin that didn’t reach your eyes. “But you know I care. I’ve known you forever—probably know more about your failures than you’ll ever admit.”

You mentally winced. The moment the words left your mouth, you regretted them—not because they weren’t true to your usual dynamic, but because they didn’t feel right. Not now. To keeping up the usual pace, this time it felt so wrong and so outdated. But you pushed that thought aside, waiting for the usual retort, the banter you relied on to fill the silence.

For a brief moment, Lo’ak didn’t move. He stood there, his posture taut, muscles in his arms and chest flexing as he stood tall—much more solid than the boy you used to know. The years had done their work. He had grown into his body, shaping into something undeniably striking. His skin, painted with the marks of his people, glistened faintly under the moonlight. And as much as you tried to look away, your gaze lingered on the way his shoulders tensed with every breath, the defined lines of his torso stark in the dim light. Lo’ak pretended not to notice your gaze before you tore your eyes away.

The ache in your chest refused to be ignored as Lo’ak’s face remained unreadable, a mask of frustration that had nothing to do with the banter that used to flow so easily between you. You caught yourself looking at him, straight ahead this time, and just for a second, the thought flickered through your mind that maybe—maybe, just maybe—he’d say something to break the tension. But then, he walked past you, his shoulder bumping into yours, causing you to stumble as he moved toward the clearing ahead.

“You’re right,” he muttered, his voice cold and distant. “If I ever needed comfort, the last person to ask would be you.”

The words shouldn’t have hurt. You’d heard worse from him before, and you’d given worse in return. But, it was different this time. This time, the edge in his voice wasn’t teasing or playful. It was real.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the lump in your throat. “Lo’ak, I wasn’t being serious.” you said, forcing out the words even though they felt too hollow to hear.

He kept walking, his steps deliberate and heavy, as if the very act of moving away from you was an act of willpower. His jaw tightened, the muscles working against the storm of emotions threatening to break through. He hated this—hated how much he suddenly cared, how your jokes now stung instead of rolling off him like they used to. Why couldn’t he just laugh it off? Why was it different this time? He didn’t want to hurt you, but it felt like he was suffocating under the weight of wanting something deeper.

And for the first time, it scared him to admit it.

What if, without the banter, there was nothing left? What if this was all there ever was? What if a joke is all you saw of him? He didn’t know if he could bear that, but was just how things had always been between you two: always deflecting, always skimming the surface even when none of it was casual for him with you. Not anymore.

Because Lo’ak had spent his whole life pretending he didn’t care—about what his father thought, about how people compared him to his brother, about the teasing he got from others and especially you. But, this time, there was a growing part of him, a small, desperate part, that wanted you to say you saw him differently. He wanted to feel like he mattered to you in a way that went beyond years of childhood habit. He wanted more than your jokes and your teasing, because he knew you could give him that now that you were older. To see through his front, to the boy who was trying to prove he was more than what everyone joked or even thought he was.

But, you never did, And, least of all, Lo’ak didn’t know why he expected you to. Didn’t know where all of it was suddenly coming from.

It felt final, like a line had been crossed—one neither of you were ready to admit existed. You wanted to call out to him, to say something, anything, as he walked away, but the weight of fear held your voice hostage and legs tied down. You told yourself it probably didn’t matter, that everything will be fine in the morning, as it always had been. But beneath it all, you knew something had shifted and you weren’t sure if you could ever go back.

Neither did he.

Lo’ak didn’t look back. He couldn’t. Because if he did, he might’ve seen the flicker of confusion and regret in your eyes—and he wasn’t sure what he would’ve done with that. The truth was, Lo’ak wasn’t sure what could’ve hurt more: the idea that you might actually have seen him as a failure, or the realisation that your words mattered to him in ways they never had before for the first time. Either way, it felt like he was losing something he couldn’t afford to lose—his pride, his control, or maybe even you.

If avoiding you were a contest, Lo’ak would take the prize. The playful banter, once effortless, now felt stilted, a relic of a closeness neither of you knew how to reclaim. Slowly, your conversations dwindled—shorter, more polite, less… you two. It wasn’t sudden. It happened in tiny, almost imperceptible steps: a missed laugh here, a sidelong glance avoided there, a quippy comeback that never came. Until one day, you realised how quiet it had become between you.

You told yourself it was just a phase. Maybe Lo’ak needed space after Iknimaya, the details of which he somehow forgot to mention to you. Or maybe you were just imagining things. You clung to that thought, even as the silence between you two grew heavier. But the last thing you wanted was to make the cracks between you visible to anyone else, least of all the Sullys.

They’d ask questions you couldn’t answer, offer advice you didn’t want to hear. You didn’t want to admit to them that you were worried, not when Lo’ak had already made it clear that space was what he needed, no matter how uncomfortable it made things. So, you waited.

But god, you wish you didn’t have to.

Days turned into weeks, then months. The wedge delved between you two and your interactions deepened, and widened, into an unknowing expanse. You caught yourself rehearsing things you wanted to say to him, but never did out of the fear of the ‘what-if’s. Anyway, with each time you saw him, any flicker of hope was quickly extinguished by the stiffness in his acknowledgements towards you, the way he avoided meeting your eyes, or how he said nothing more than two words.

You used to stare into his eyes, studying his face, but now all you saw was his figure from a distance. You held onto the comfort of knowing he was alive, because it was the only comfort you had left since the distance between you had grown.

“Are you sure you two are okay?” Neteyam asked on the hike out, substituting the spot of his younger brother. “Has he been avoiding you, outright?”

Everything that came out of your mouth next was a lie. But, atleast you didn’t try to cover it up through a joke this time. Right? 4 weeks ago you were treading the same path, “No, no. He’s just busy.“

Two years later, after keeping up with all the lies and excuses of never being seen together, one night after the eclipse, everything came crashing down—if they hadn’t had already.

You hadn’t meant to go there, not really. You weren’t really looking for him. Not on purpose, at least. You had just ended up here, feet carrying you toward the cliffside where the air always seemed to clear your mind, where the familiar sound of the wind through the trees had once calmed your thoughts after eclipse dinner.

You walked aimlessly, your fingers toying with the rough, woven bag Lo’ak had made for you years ago. It felt strange to still carry it, but you had never been able to leave it behind. His craftsmanship, though imperfect, always had a certain warmth to it—a reminder of times before the silence, before things changed.

But then, as you approached the spot, a laugh cut through the stillness of your night, catching you off guard and freezing you in your tracks.

It was Lo’ak.

You peered higher and saw Lo’ak sitting there, but he wasn’t alone. His toned arms draped casually around someone else, a female Na’vi who had leaned into him. You could see his face was lit with the kind of ease you hadn’t seen from him in months.

And then your breath caught. For a moment. You couldn’t tell what you felt.

You didn’t know how long you stood there, staring. Long enough to feel the sting of tears prick your eyes. Long enough to realize he wasn’t going to notice you. A knot of feelings twisted in your chest, unnamable but impossible to ignore.

You told yourself it wasn’t about the girl, not really. You didn’t even know her, and maybe that was the point. If she were someone else, someone familiar, maybe you could convince yourself that this was normal. That Lo’ak was just being Lo’ak. But the sight of his hands on her waist burned into you like it was something you weren’t supposed to see.

Why was she here, and what were they doing?

Maybe it was the laugh. That stupid, familiar laugh that used to be with you, or at least it felt that way. Because all that had now dissipated into silence when that laugh, that ease, was once the thing that kept you going. It was what you’d been waiting for these past few months, but now, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you’d been waiting for nothing.

Maybe you were wrong to think that the next sunrise would be the one where everything would finally be okay. Maybe you were wrong about everything. Was it always going to be like this now? You and him on opposite sides of something you didn’t know how to name?

But then your gaze stilled on something—a flash of moonlight catching onto something too familiar, way too vivid.

Her hair.

The sight of it gleamed a rich, deep auburn, like firelight tangled in shadow, a colour freshly burned into the back of your mind, that used to send a cold shiver down your spine.

No… It couldn’t be.

For a moment, your mind refused to process it. You blinked, stared, convinced the memory was playing tricks on you.

But no.

And then, it hit you.

There she was. Sänika. Sitting right next to Lo’ak, her arm resting comfortably around his, at your favourite spot, yet the same spot where she threatened to throw your father’s totem over. You hadn’t seen these two together in ages, were they even friends? What was she doing here, with him? His hands around her waist? How had she slinked into his world, weaving her way through the cracks while you were struggling to even get past through to him beyond the surface?

And then suddenly, you were back there: a younger version of yourselves, swearing under your breath as you tried to avoid her, tried not to let her get to you.

“She’s such a pain,” Lo’ak had said once when you were kids, kicking dirt at the ground, his voice bitter. “I swear, I don’t know how she manages to be everywhere we are.

You didn’t know her at this age anymore, but the unmistakable curve of her cheek, once the subject of countless jokes between you and Lo’ak, was now the very spot where you painfully watched him press his lips. The damage from that hit you like a punch to the chest, and a tidal wave of anger—one you refused to admit had been building—flooded your veins. You tried to make sense of the mess swirling inside you—the memories, the countless unanswered and unravelling questions, the sudden sense that things were fully slipping away this time.

Why? Why was she the end of his answer? What had you ever done to deserve this?

Somehow, as your heart sank deeper, it became painfully clear to you—he wasn’t coming back.

You didn’t want him to, not anymore.

And so, it took everything within you to walk away, each step a battle against the ache in your chest. Turning your back on it felt like the only bit of control you had left, the only thing you could still control in a situation that was completely out of your control.

part 2 is out! thank you for reading! likes, comments, and reblogs are deeply deeply appreciated! 💕

[loaksbitch]

jake sully telling you to stop running away and take him when you’re overly stimulated while he’s not even near his orgasm?? yes pls i’ll def write it!! (⨳)

warnings - jake being jake obviously needs a warning itself, hellooo?? tummy pressing, pinning hands above head, forced orgasm, overstimulation, p in v, mean jake turns soft jake at the end but still we all love him, ehh idk what i missed so tell me ( grammar errors and typos ahead )

“‘s too much.” your words fell on deaf ears as your mate keeps rutting to you hard, knocking up your gut.

you’ve lost count of how many times you’d came through the time you both started to fuck. “j-jak-jake” you’d keep stuttering every time he thrusts up to you, “can’t get enough of this pussy, princess” he states.

“can’t get enough of you” he’d sneak his arms and wrap them around your waist before brining you up from the floor to his strong thighs. “no!” you whine when you feel him fully sink into your heat

jake would look down to where you both are connected and groan at the sight of your arousal all over his cock. “fuck, you’re taking me so well” he cusses holding you by your hips and pulling you up from his length to push you back in

at this point you’re nothing but his cocksleeve, jake ignores your pleas and keeps rutting to you like a monster. you gasp when you feel a bubble is about to burst in your tummy and shake your head knowing you’ll pass out if your mate won’t stop

not thinking of consequences, you slightly lift yourself up from his thighs but not fully for his cock to slip out and place your small hand on his pelvis, trying to push him off and that was a big mistake

“JAKE!?” you scream when he pulls you down forcefully. “where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he would hiss under his unstable breath and place you by your back, pressing your hips down to the floor.

you’ve now pissed jake on top of you, one hand claiming your tiny hands and pinning them above your head. “stop running away,” you feel his other hand push your left leg to the side for more access. “stop fucking running away and take it, take me”

you shake your head side to side as tears keep forming in your eyes. “it hurts,” you hear him scoff. “should’ve thought of that before being brat and pissing me off, lover girl”

you feel his hand that was holding your left leg slowly slide up to your tummy and once he was below your navel he only was needed to press lightly to feel how deep he was fucking your cervix. you did not even need to tell him you’re cumming as he felt you squeeze the day light out of his cock

“that’s it pretty girl, cum for me” he leans down to kiss your lids and wiping your tears with his hand that was pressing on your tummy, “fuck i’m so close” jake says making you gasp a sob out ‘finally’ you manage to think as your fogged mind processes what’s happening

you squeeze your eyes shut when you feel him bottom out to paint your walls nice and pretty. “so fucking gorgeous with my load in you” he would compliment you as you two try to ease your breath

finally being able to think straight, you feel jake pullout of you with a constant “shh, you did so well princess” and sweet nothings being whispered to your ears. after a while, you’re partially awake with hazy eyes as you watch jake press a warm and wet towel at your sex to clean you up

once everything was done, jake spoons you and keeps apologizing for making you cry, you hum knowing somehow it’s your fault for being a brat and trying to make him jealous with flirting with other men he doesn’t like. “i love you, pretty girl”

he’d only smile when you answer him with a soft purring as you’re technically sleeping.

boy OH BOY this is nothing but a cow shit 😭 sorry this ain’t what y’all expected :’)

like + reblog + comments are super appreciated and not pressured. i love each and everyone of you babies <3

[liasadventuretime]

PART 4 WHEN????

˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 4

⁀➷  part four : I WANTED TO.

notes : hi y’all !! sorry for the long wait but here pt. 4 ! just know that i decided to end the fic with the next part, so enjoy it while y’all can. i have to say i had no idea of what to write at the beginning but here we are ! enjoy, and remember to leave a like ;)

warnings : SMUT ( slapping, biting, marking, angry sex, thigh riding, throat fucking, dacryphilia, switch couple, thighs praise, praise mixed with degradation, lots of petnames, bondage, p in v, oral sex ( both m and f ), neteyam x reader with slight ao’nung x reader, arguing, screaming, starving, lots of crying. LOTS.

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the guilt was quite literally eating you alive. you were so ashamed you couldn’t even look in jake’s or neytiri’s eyes knowing that there was a slight chance neteyam told them everything.

you haven’t eaten, you haven’t got up from your bed, if it wasn’t for training or going to the toilet. the people looking at you and the teens whispering and gossiping about you was too much to handle at the moment. and even though your stomach was the emptiest it had ever been, you still felt as if there was some kind of heavy rumbling in it. how did you even get in such a situation ? how could it happen, why would it happen ?

not only know ao’nung was going to be mad at you, but neteyam didn’t even dare to look at you.

he couldn’t have cared less. which was probably the thing that hurt you the most. he was so done with you, he didn’t care anymore. he felt like you always looked for him like he was God, but only when you were ashes. he didn’t even know what to think, he just didn’t... think.

he filled his days with anything to try and get the image of you and ao’nung out of his head, only to find his eyes filled with tears in the night, which made him even more frustrated. he was quite frankly grateful that he actually saw what was happening in the tent.

it’s almost as if the universe was trying to protect him, because what were the chances of him going to confess to you and finding you being held up by ao’nung to do Eywa knows that ?

he still had this weird feeling in his heart, like the actual organ was hurting. seeing you with him was like a belt whipping him right in the eyes. his soul left his body. he doesn’t want to think about it anymore, seeing it right in front of his eyes was way more than enough.

he still asked himself. how could you not feel guilty ? how could you go on with your life so... easily ? how could you not care ? he lost his soul to a woman so heartless.

because in his eyes that’s what you were. a heartless and not trustworthy person.

maybe you could go on with your life, but he just couldn’t. out of the two of you, he definitely was the one that fell the hardest. he just wanted to crumble into a ball and stop existing. what hurt him the most was having to tell what happened to lo’ak. who had so much trust in him. who always tried to get him to at least hint something, even though he made fun of him all the time for having this obsession because of you. lo’ak looked so confused ?? had you been lying to him this whole time ?

about how much neteyam makes you happy and how you wanted to see if he actually was the one ? do the times, where he had to go away because of how the way you lustfully were talking about his brother made him kind of uncomfortable, even matter ? he also knew that he had to tell his parents. things were going to get awkward. or maybe he could just ignore it and act like nothing happened while his insides were eating each other up because of how much you hurt him.

“hey” you opened your eyes. that wasn’t neteyam. you felt your body getting rigid, trying to act like you were still asleep. “i know you’re awake.” lo’ak said, in the saddest voice he could possibly make. you mentally sighed. you still didn’t face him, because you know that he knows. he always knows everything.

you sighed, feeling bad, and at least wanting to not hurt another sully. you positioned your elbows to get yourself up, barely having any energy to even keep your eyes open.

you saw him standing right in front of your, kneeling to sit down with you, with his legs crossed.

“are you coming to dinner ?” he asked searching for your gaze, as you kept it low. the shame was too much, he was avoiding the matter but you know he came to talk to you about that.

“i’m not hungry” you waited for a reaction from him, because you weren’t even sure you spoke or if it was just a thought. the phrase almost sounding like a whisper.

lying ass bitch, lo’ak thought to himself. he noticed that you haven’t eaten anything for days now.

he was worried, like actually worried but what could he do if you didn’t want to get help. he decided to just try and figure out the situation as soon as possible or you would’ve died from starving and neteyam’s organs would’ve actually started to eat each other up.

but what could he now do ? start a random conversation and randomly talk about the way you and his brother have been eating each other’s souls ? he just wanted to get to the point, you two beat around the bush enough.

“just...” he started the sentence, trying to get to the point, catching your attention but still keeping your head low, not being able to make eye contact with him.

“... why would you do that ? what was the genuine need ?” he finished, waiting for an answer.

he still didn’t know what answer he was expecting, he was hoping for something, anything, that could force him to try and act like it was reasonable. he just didn’t want to admit you were wrong in this situation. you obviously were both wrong, but it usually always was neteyam trying to catch your attention by teasing you, but since when did you start teasing him back ? he couldn’t ask you to not do it, because it would’ve been unfair, but still why now ?

“were you trying to make him jealous ?” he suggested, but still not getting any word out of you. he felt tears chocking his eyes, hurting him to see the people he loves the most acting like this.

he was trying so hard to try to see it from your point of view, try and see if there was a good reason. he tried so hard, but he just had to accept that you were wrong. knuckle deep wrong.

“i don’t know” you answered after a bit. this time you actually did have no idea.

your answer obviously disappointed him. the ( y/n ) he knows would never do such thing without a good reason. you started making his blood boil.

‘lo’ak, stop beating around the bush.’

“just know, that if i had to choose between you and neteyam, 

i wouldn’t choose you.

that’s my brother’s feelings and reputation you’re playing with.

i love you, but be careful ( y/n ).”

you suddenly shut your eyes closed, still gazed towards the floor. your heart fell, tears threatening to stream down your cheeks. god, you really didn’t want this right now.

he got to you, feeling the coldness of your body, hugging you only to stand up and get to the entrance to leave. he could barely talk. no actually, he talked more than enough. if pride was all you both cared about, then let it be. he was hurt too. and you knew it. you could see it in his eyes.

“your brother never cared about me, why am i the villain ?” you said, teeth thigh, jaw tense. you were so fucking tired. why was everyone acting like you cheated on him ?

lo’ak suddenly stopped, slowly looking back at you. what the fuck were you talking about ? don’t you realise he’s acting the way he does because he cares way too much for someone that doesn’t deserve an ounce of attention ? don’t you realise that at the end of the day, you’re not really family ? don’t you understand that you’ve never been a choice in the first place ?

lo’ak blinked twice, taken back from those thoughts he just had. was that what he really thinked ? he didn’t actually think that. but it was the truth none of you could deny.

your voice distracted him from his thoughts, you continued. “when he was playing with aliyah all the goddamn time, has someone ONCE TRIED TO CHECK ON ME ?” you screamed, feeling the tears chocking your neck.

lo’ak was almost surprised, suddenly feeling tiny. you weren’t used to getting like actually mad, but the few times you did, lo’ak felt goosebumps everywhere. when you get angry, you’re not you.

“HAS ANYONE LOOKED AT HIM LIKE HE WAS A FUCKING SLUT AFTER ALL HE’S DONE ? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW PEOPLE LOOK AT ME NOW BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING BROTHER ?” was that how things were ? hm ? you’re the whore right ? you’re the cheater ? what does that fucker ever get told for fucking aliyah till she’s dumb and now acting like he could even give a shit about you ? was he just expecting from you to be always there for him while he does anything he wants ?

you screamed as you started sobbing uncontrollably, not being able to hold everything inside of you. it was too much. the stares, the gossips, the disappointed looks, not being able to see jake or neytiri.

way too much.

you cried and cried, feeling your chest get heavy with every breath, not being embarrassed one bit about crying in front of lo’ak. you couldn’t care less. he rapidly reached you holding you in his arms. you grasped him, head on his lap his hands caressing you. he tried to hush you and calm you down, stroking his hand on your cheek, peppering your hair with kissed. you loved lo’ak more than you could ever love yourself. that’s why his words hurt you so much.

if you ever had to choose between lo’ak and neteyam,

you would have chosen lo’ak.

you know that part of his decision, was because neteyam was his biological brother, while you were some orphan they decided to basically adopt. you didn’t fit anywhere. kiri fit so well with the others, while you just couldn’t. as much as neytiri and jake tried so hard to make you feel like family, you always felt like a guest. like someone who was just a useless weight.

but how could you blame him ?

you couldn’t and you didn’t want you.

you calmed down, his hands never leaving your face, wiping away the tears from your eyes.

“i’m so sorry about all of this.” he said placing a kiss on your forehead, straddling his hand up and down your neck. he knew how to comfort you so well. you were so grateful for him.

you couldn’t ask for a better bestfriend, and brother.

“but you have to make things right, i know it hurts to hear this but it is kind of your fault.” he could feel your heart falling, and body getting heavier. you knew it too. as much as you would like to say you would have not, you probably would’ve never looked at ao’nung in the first place if you ad neteyam were together.

“doesn’t mean you can’t at least try.” he said, trying to make things a bit easier for you. he held your face tightly making you face him. he looked at you for a moment.

eyes sparkly and puffy because of all the crying. lips plump and fragile, face warm.

eyes. your eyes where so so so desperate. fuck.

he hesitated, asking himself if it was going to be weird.

then lightly kissed you on the lips, so delicately as if you could break at any moment. you gasped, not expecting it. your body stiff.

you definitely didn’t expect it, lo’ak’s lips pressed against yours. but you couldn’t do anything. you didn’t kiss him back you just stayed... there. you wanted another’s person lips on yours, you wanted another person comforting you and holding you.

that was the best kiss someone had ever given you in the most platonic way, but it still didn’t feel quite right.

“you have to talk to him.” he said one last time. he positioned your head on his chest, still caressing your head. you could feel his heart thud as fast as it could. you saw lo’ak’s soul from his eyes, so deep so loving and so caring. this guy is going to get so hurt, his soul so full of love and compassion.

he kissed your eyes one last time, and got up to leave. leaving you empty and cold again.

neteyam couldn’t feel his chest anymore, almost vomiting. his head leaned on the wall sobbing uncontrollably, screaming and crying in pain. he held his heart, hurting too much.

neytiri heard everything. she has been hearing everything, since the situation happened.

she waited for someone to explain, but tuk didn’t even wait a second to tell her everything after noticing you didn’t come for breakfast, lunch and dinner as you usually would.

she walked in the tent, preparing herself for whatever she was going to see. but her heart broke and shattered when she saw in what conditions he was reduced to. her poor poor neteyam.

“oh ma neteyam.” she said looking at him, curled in a ball on his bed. tears wetting his pillow.

“mom.” he said looking at her, while she was kneeling down to meet his gaze, hugging him as tightly as she could. neteyam just melting over her, too tired to even try to breathe, asking himself if it was even worth it.

but mom. yes, he said mom. not mother. mom.

“what happened ?” even though she already knew everything, she wanted to know what he knew. what was hurting her poor baby ?

“she was with ao’nung, mom. i lost her. i was too late.” her heart sinked. he pleaded and cried while neytiri held his head petting it almost, while he hugged her waist, positioning his head on her chest.

“i took too much time, mom. i didn’t realise half the village-” he stopped, crying harder than he has ever had, letting sobs just flow out of him like it was nothing.

“i didn’t realise half the village saw her as beautiful as i did. i was so dumb mom. i’m sorry mom. i lost her. i lost her mom. i lost her. dad was waiting so patiently for me to do something.” he coughed and cried. neytiri felt tears flow out of her eyes carefully.

she didn’t know how to comfort him. she was so so so convinced you entered their lives for him.

that Eywa sent you for him, to heal him, to help him. but you were the reason he now needed to be healed and helped. she didn’t know what to think. she didn’t know what to say. so she just said nothing.

neteyam’s tears dried, still letting a sob or two out, but finally calming down. breathing slowly, eyes about to give up. “i lost her mom.” he whispered one last time before falling asleep, neytiri still holding him tightly.

while reading a book, you noticed someone getting in your tent. jake. dad. “hi kiddo” he said, with a smile printed on his face.

jake was the best dad you could’ve ever asked for. he was the most genuine person ever. you loved jake as if he was your biological father. the only one that actually treated you like one of them. always insisting on calling yourself ( y/n ) sully. because you were a sully.

“hi dad.” you said quietly. was he here to talk to you about neteyam ? neytiri definitely already told him, there was no way he didn’t know.

“how are you doing ?” he said, sitting right next to you an arm on your shoulders, his hand hugging your arm tightly. oh how you loved this man.

“meh.” you said looking down, only to be met with the book you were reading, well not really reading since you couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to say to neteyam. lo’ak’s words had a really big impact on you. you wanted to say you’re sorry. you really did.

jake stayed silent for a few seconds, feeling your tiredness, making him sad. he decided.

“come, we’re having dinner” he said, trying to make you realise that you were going to eat one way or another. it wasn’t an offer, it was a reminder, a promise. you were coming to dinner.

“dad...” you said leaning your head on his arm, trying to find the words to explain everything without explaining anything. you didn’t want to explain anything. but dad was different.

“c’mon.” he said getting up, putting his arms under your armpits, holding you up. you kissed the ground with your feet, but you were still very very tired. you could barely hold yourself up. you got out of the tent, walking to neytiri’s and jake’s tent. you missed it so much. but you stil didn’t know if you were ready to see everyone.

jake being happy he convinced you to come to eat. he got in the tent, greeting everyone.

“hey kids.” he said, placing a kiss on neytiri’s cheek, noticing neteyam in the corner waiting for his meal, lo’ak talking to him about something, and tuk and kiri playing together.

“hey dad” they all said collectively, knowing that it was time to eat. you entered the tent, and immediately wishing you didn’t all. silence dominated the room.

all eyes fell on you. lo’ak almost being surprised, a confused expression on his face. but kiri was probably even more confused than him. neytiri had a light smile on her face, only for it to dissipate as soon as she saw neteyam’s ears getting up but his head still held down.

you felt so so so tiny and so so naked. this was so embarrassing. he wasn’t playing about pretending you didn’t exist.

“( y/n ) !!” tuk said, running to hug you. everyone relaxed, not even realising they were tense, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“come sit down, ( y/n ). you must be hungry” neytiri said hugging you too. oh how you loved this woman. you talked with tuk a bit, but when you had to sit down you realised that the only place left was near lo’ak.

and neteyam.

you acted as casually as you could, and sat next to him. sorry, i mean them.

neytiri gave you a plate full of food with a smile sticked to her face, and you almost cried. she was the best chef in the whole world. you really did love her so much.

you and neteyam both ate while the others were talking.

this was the same exact meal that you spoon fed him a long time ago, you both noticed it but said nothing. neytiri cooked it hoping the two of you could realise it, since she watched that scene unfold in front of her eyes, and couldn’t hold back from smiling at the way neteyam was so nervous to eat off your spoon.

jake and neytiri were so happy, the tension between y’all was back. everything went pretty well, all of your enjoying your meals. until neteyam decided to talk.

“i saw ao’nung earlier.” he said, still eating normally like he just didn’t drop the most out of place phrase in the world. what was the need ? god this man.

your body went rigid, something he noticed too. he smiled, knowing he got you exactly where he wanted. you knew he was talking to you. everyone in the room went silent, jake looking angrily at neteyam, a disappoined look on neytiri’s face. you didn’t want to get angry in front of any of them, so if he was going to act like nothing, who were you to ruin his game ?

“oh really, how is he doing ?” you asked in a pretty casual but happy tone. you could feel neteyam’s blood boil with jealousy. he was so jealous all the time. and you loved it. this man deserves no fucking apology, if no one was in the room you would’ve probably smacked him.

neytiri should’ve beat him when was younger. he was right. he couldn’t live without you, but you could live without him.

jake looked at you with a proud grin. knowing how much you wanted to cuss him out, but you didn’t.

“he’s doing well.” “oh, great ! i’ll go see him later.”

this actually catched neteyam’s attention, making his eyes travel to your face. his face was stone cold filled with jealousy. you smiled at him innocently.

whatever he could do, you could do better. you were such a fucking bitch, but oh how he loved it.

“okay, dinner’s done, you can go back to your activities.” you all stood up, placing the dishes on the table.

“oh, ( y/n ) and neteyam, come here for a second.” jake said. you froze, not knowing what jake had on his mind scares you. you locked eyes with neteyam, him almost trying to ask his question without saying anything. you walked in front of jake, neteyam by your side. jake looked for some reassurance in neytiri’s face, who smiled lightly at him. “we know what happened. there’s no denying it.”

your heart stopped for a second. neteyam’s eyes, wide open. that was the last thing he thought would ever come out of his father’s mouth. how embarrassing it was to know your dad knows that you’re sad because you didn’t get chosen by the girl you liked. damn.

“so we decided to give you a bit of space, to try and talk it out. me and your mother are going to a village meeting hosted by tonowary and ronal, we won’t be back soon, so take your time, but if you two don’t make peace, you’ll both be grounded. no more going out for you, ( y/n ). no more trainings for you, neteyam.” my damn lord. now neteyam was going to be even more mad at you.

“what ?! dad are you kidding me ?” he said, brows furrowed, and angry expression tattooed on his face. you didn’t say anything, jake had already been too kind to invite you over for dinner and not beat the shit out of you.

“you can’t do this to me dad ! what about all of my friends ?” he yelled.

“family is more important. sully’s stick together.” he replied. neteyam didn’t clap back, becuase that was the only rule the family had. sully’s stick together.

“yes, sir.” you said, serious tone. neteyam looked at you annoyed, but did he really think you were going to be on his side after everything ? he rolled his head back, sighing.

“yes, sir.” he said rolling his eyes, still huffing.

“good.” he interwined his arm with neytiri’s and looked back at the both of you while leaving.

“have fun !” he winked. god that could get so misrepresented.

as silence fell in the tent, you both sat facing each other, knowing there was only going to be one way out of this. jake might tell you a joke, but he’ll never tell you a lie.

you watched each other, not knowing how to start. you noticed he was pretty pale, and now his eyes had much more red corners. he cried.

he was much thinner now too, something he noticed about you too. if you only knew the amount of times he thought about bringing a meal to your tent, and just be sure you ate.

he tracked your meals, more than he tracked his.

you lips were chapped, meaning you didn’t quite take care of yourself these days. your lips were always perfect, glossed with chapstick, and always curved in a smile. the amount of times he imagined your lips all over his body, on his face, on his neck, on his abs, on his dick.

fuck. he thought about it for a sec. should he ? oh well fuck it, now or never. “come here” he said, opening his arms to welcome your figure between them.

you stared at him confused. did he realise what he was saying ? your body froze. oh lord what should you do. fuck. should you ? should you not ? were you going to regret this ? ph you were so going to regret this.

he rolled his eyes, sighing. he knew you were overthinking everything again. maybe that’s the reason why he didn’t realise that his actions actually had an impact on people. the only thing distracting you from your thoughts was his arm that harshly grabbed yours, pulling you in seating you on his lap. you were so wet.

his arms circled you, his chin on your head. your back adhered so well to his abdomen, which was something he noticed too. you two fit so well together. always having each other’s backs, always being there for one another. you fought and look who is comforting you right now. the exact person you fought with. his arm circled your stomach, drawing little circles on it with his finger, while his other arm was positioned on your shoulders. you grabbed it, laying your head on his arm. he was so warm, while you were way too cold.

his heart throbbed, thinking about how you didn’t eat or even probably sleep in those days you two didn’t talk or see each other. you were so fragile in his arms, getting a warm feeling in his stomach. all he ever wanted was to protect you, but he was the thing you needed to be protected from. you would feel bad knowing he’s all moved up and sad about you, while you were trying to get some friction by squeezing your thighs together. his hand from your stomach, came up your waist, caressing it. you were sooooooooo horny looooooorrrrrddddddd.

his hand travelled up and down you waist, his thumb pressed down. his other hand gripping your shoulder. you squeezed your thighs a bit more, feeling your inner thighs tense, and your clit throbbing. you were quite literally clenching around nothing. you could feel a moan bubble all the way up your throat, about to roll down your tongue, getting out of your mouth.

the pressure his chin used to make on your head, suddenly disappeared. his face moved in the crook of your neck, pointy nose caressing the weakest spots. he huffed. your heart was beating

so fast, you started getting worried it would just jump right out of your chest. he could feel your tenseness, but decided to ignore it as much as he could. he wanted to focus on you and only you. as long as he could. if a rock fell on his head, killing him, he would’ve died a happy man. he noticed your legs trembling, probably because you were anxious. he positioned a hand on your knee, trying to calm you down. caressing your thighs, up and down just like ao’nung did that night. he huffed, trying to get the image out of his head again. he felt as light as a feather when he was with you, he always had a sweet spot for these moments.

you were FIGHTING for your life. when he positioned his hand on your knee, you thought he caught you. you were so dead. but he apparently didn’t notice anything. you felt your stomach getting heavier with every stroke of his hands. he was in his own world. you were unsure of what to do, does he really think you’re going to let him fuck you just to leave your bed empty the nex morning ?

“neteyam” you said catching his attention, rising his head from the crook of your neck.

“what do you want ?” you asked. was he really acting like this just to get in your panties ? was he really that desperate when he had another thousand girls at his feet ? why you ?

“what do you mean ?” he asked, worried and perplexed. he waited for an answer, but only got a sigh in response. ‘what do you want ?’ what was that supposed to mean ??????

“i know you don’t give a shit about me, so what are you doing all this ? if you want to fuck, sorry but i’m not the right person, go ahed and look for someone else.” you finished.

you felt his hand suddenly stop the grip, he furiously got up almost scaring you. his head tilted to the roof. “my fucking god.” he exclaimed.

“is that what you really think i want ?” he squinted his eyes looking at you, all the positive feelings vanishing into nothingness. he hated this idea of him that you had. he couldn’t convince you to trust him for even one sec.

“well, i don’t know what you want, but it seemed pretty obvious.” you got up facing him.

“it’s not my fault all you do is break hearts and fuck people. i’m sorry i can’t trust someone like that.” you said, finally getting to the point. the stories you heard were way more than enough to keep you far away from him. he felt heat bubble up his chest. he was so mad.

“why can’t we just enjoy a sweet moment like this ? do you always feel this fucking need to ruin everything ?” oh his words got to you more than they should’ve.

“me ?? i’m the one that ruins everything ? didn’t you literally bring up ao’nung at the dinner table in front of EVERYONE ? even in front of tuk ?” you chuckled, he was so close to smacking the shit out of you. “you literally have no shame neteyam, pick yourself up.”

“god, why do you always get so angry if anyone brings ao’nung’s name ? was the dick that good ?” he smirked offensively, you gasped.

“i didn’t sleep with him, you sick perv ! i wouldn’t sleep with you either, even if my life depended on it !” you clapped back, getting him to roll his eyes once again. god, he was already so tired of you, you can already go back to starving yourself in his opinion.

“oh yeah ?” he laughed. you felt blood boil in your veins like never before, you could kill this motherfucker with your own hands right now.

he walked slowly in front of you, making you walk a few steps back, you gazes locked. he slowly gabbed your face harshly, scaring you almost.

“you’re such a desperate needy whore who has zero self respect. if you could, you would even fuck ao’nung’s dad. or even mine, who knows ?” he whispered, letting a tear cut through your cheek. the way he thought about you made him sick. he brushed his thumb over your tear, smearing it playfully all over your cheek.

“or maybe you already did, didn’t you ? hm ? was my little princess too horny to hold it back ? aww” he laughed, looking at you with disgust, seeing the tears on your face.

“who’s next on the list ? is it lo’ak ?” he said in an uneasy tone, making you creep. he chuckled looking at you with so much hate, until he found his cheek burning and his face turned to the left.

his eyes wide open, you hand’s mark already appearing on his cheek. you slapped him. he slowly looked back at you, and the height difference between y’all made it even more creepy.

fuck. he was so mad. why did you do it ? you’re scared. very scared. lord. is he going to beat you ? fuck. what is he going to do. you walked back, even more surprised than him because of what you just did.

he harshly grabbed your neck, chocking you. your eyes were wide open, difficultly trying to breath. you looked him in the eyes, only to find yourself throbbing even more.

he slapped you, a half moan leaving your lips, mouth hanging open. he locked your gazes again by pushing your head with his thumb on your cheek. he aggressively slapped you again, this time making you whimper. his eyebrows flicked, smile plastered on his face. what a surprise, you moaning because he slapped you ?

“are you horny again, princess ?” he mocked, pushing your shoulder to get you on your knees with his hand.

you were sat on your knees, panties soaked, his thumb positioned on your lips. his dick was rock hard, seeing your pretty smeared face facing his thighs got him so turned on. he wanted this moment for years, he couldn’t wait. aliyah wasn’t as half as pretty as you. your clit throbbed again, feeling slick flushing down your thigh. you wanted to touch yourself, and try to relief some tension so bad but how could you ? in front of him ? how could you not notice the bulge that stretched out his fabric ? god.

you felt a heartbeat in your crotch when his thumb suddenly slipped into your mouth and hooked around your lower teeth, forcing your mouth open. his thumb brushed over your tongue. he watched you getting flushed and surprised at his gesture, a smile appearing on his face, eyes shadowed by lust.

“do it.” he ordered, you looked at him through your eyelashes, he immediately fell in love with the look on your face. so desperate, so needy all the damn time.

you started slowly sucking his thumb, brushing your tongue over it. he chuckled, getting his thumb out of your mouth brushing it over your lips, smearing all your saliva.

you felt so ashamed, obeying like it was nothing. but you enjoyed it too much to even start complaining. your eyes flashed when he suddenly kneeled in front of you, hand now gripping your jaw. he got up again, holding your face with both hands. he looked at you and asked.

“how bad do you want it, hm ?” he hummed, playing with your lips, as you sneaked a hand to your core, brushing your wet folds, your thumb over your clit. he immediately noticed, pulling your hand away. you whimpered, at the loss of contact.

“c’mon, use your words pretty girl.” “so bad, i want it so bad, neteyam.” “you don’t think i saw how you look at my thighs ?” he huffed, you eyes flashing open.

you whimpered out. he sat down, pulling you with his hands on your waist, positioning you on his muscly thigh. you covered your mouth with your hand at the contact.

you waited for him to tell you to do something. you couldn’t hold it off anymore, loving the way your pretty folds spread wide open, how your puffy clit complied to his thighs, how his hands were gripping your waist way too tightly.

“start moving i don’t have all the fucking day” he gritted. you started moving slowly, a moan escaping your lips feeling your clit leaf through his muscle.

he felt your slick smearing his thigh, warm and thick.

he started moving you, catching you by surprise. the tension getting too thick, the pleasure fogging your mind, you eyes rolled back as he continued pushing you. roll after roll, praise after praise. “look at how desperate you are, humping yourself all over my thigh.” he said, brushing his nose on the crook of your jaw, his hands never leaving your waist.

“’teyam-” you moaned, as his peace got faster and faster, making you lose control.

“don’t you dare come.” he harshly said, but how could you ? he angled his thigh to get you better, earning a loud moan from you. you positioned you hands on his shoulders, to then his back now completely riding his out. he kissed your ear, to then whisper “if you dare come, i’ll kill you, understood ?” you hurriedly nodded your head in response, your thighs brushing against his, your face and mind completely fogged by pleasure and lust, your lips slightly parted.

you tried to hold back from coming, but it was too much. his hands all over your body, your clit begging to give up. “please, please, please teyam, please.” you begged him and begged him.

“do you wan to come ? hm ?” you nodded once again, not knowing how much more you could resist. “say it with your words, pretty slut.” “’teyam, stop the fucking teasing, please let me. i’m begging you.” you cried out, his peace getting now even faster, making tears slide down your face. he grabbed your face almost breaking your jaw. he pressed down with his thumb so much, you were almost scared your head would explode. playing with your tears, looking at your pretty fucked out face. god, you were the prettiest woman on earth.

he suddenly stopped, making you let out a sob, only to be flipped under him. his lips hungrily crashed against yours, his tongue parting your lips. you moaned in his mouth. he slid down your neck biting all he could. “ ‘teyam, please.” you huffed.

he immediately went down parting your thighs open, biting and slowly kissing your inner thighs, your hand immediately traveled in his hair yanking it. “neteyam, please, please, please, please.” you sobbed and cried like a child who wanted candy. you harshly tugged at his hair again trying to get his attention, earning a whimper from him, which made your clit throb even more. he blew cold air on your pussy, making a tear cross your face. how he enjoyed seeing you all desperate. he dragged his tongue between your wet folds, collecting all the slick you let out. you moaned, but it still wasn’t enough. he placed a soft kiss on your clit, making your thighs jerk to close, but neteyam’s firm grip was holding them open. “oh, neteyam.” you moaned.

he latched his lips over you clit, sucking and nibbling over it. eating like he was a starved man. he placed your thighs on his shoulder, getting his neck chocked, hands positioned on your thighs jerking back and forth. you felt your climax approaching every second, while neteyam sucked and tortured all he could, you covered your mouth with your hand, only for neteyam to angrily take it away. “don’t you dare.” he growled against your pussy, earning a mewl from you. you have no idea how far back your eyes can roll, but he was definitely testing your limits. neteyam was absolutely pussy drunk, getting all the angles right, trying to make you see stars. as soon as he felt like you were reaching your climax he stopped, grip loosening, and wiping away any excess with the back of his hand. you flashed your eyes open, suddenly realising he wasn’t there anymore. “neteyam ? what was that for ?” you asked, a blush covering your cheeks.

he stood up, looking down at you. “ask ao’nung to finish it for you.” 

he chuckled, a smirk plastered on his face. you couldn’t fucking believe it. you cried, holding yourself on thigh preventing him from leaving. “please neteyam, please i’m begging you i’ll do anything” you pleaded. “please what ?” he smirked at you.

“please, fuck me.” you said tears streaming down your face uncontrollably. “please, please, please, please.” you whispered. he was done.

he immediately took his dad’s old uniform’s belt, tying your hands together so tight you could still barely feel them. he put you on top of him, getting the fabric off of his crotch, his dick sprunging right out. you stared down at it, eyes wide open. it was too big, and you could never.

“what are you scared of now ?” he said making you face him by grabbing your jaw.

he saw the shocked expression on your face, and a smile appeared on his face as soon as he connected the dots. “you’re a virgin.” he said, his smirk getting bigger

it was more of an affirmation than a question, but it was enough to make you blush and cover your face. “i can’t take it all.” you said in a scared tone.

“too bad, you’ll have to.” you gulped, your heart beating as fast as it could feeling his hands travel to your waist, holding you up. he slowly lowered you down his dick, his tip kissing your entrance. he suddenly let go of you, making you sink on his member. you cried and hissed as you didn’t expect it, his head rolled back, as he felt your warm cunt wrap him up. while all you felt is pain because of how much he was stretching you out. you had your hands tied, all you could do was just sink and sink deeper, tear after tear. you looked at him, to see him smiling, eyes glossed by desire. he suddenly yanked you down in one hold. you cried out loud, making him chuckle. the more you cried, the more he wanted to fuck you.

he didn’t even wait for you to adjust, before starting to thrust in and out harder and deeper than ever. his peace only got faster and more violent every second that passed. yanking in and out, without a thought in the world. you were just crying at this point, begging him to stop but not wanting him to stop not even a single second. the teasing and the edging from before brought you to your climax very rapidly, and then. nothing. you felt your orgasm wash all over you, blessing neteyam’s ears with your porn-worthy moans. but he didn’t stop, he got up still sitting now holding your shoulders, and ramming into you.

“could ao’nung fuck you this good, huh ? highly doubt that.” he whispered in your ear, you could already feel his smirk.

his sweet whimpers and moans in your ears brought you to your second climax. you rode out your high, until he stopped. he carefully slid out of you, earning a last moan. but you noticed something.

“neteyam...?” “yea, sweetheart ?” he said still gasping for air as he got up, tying his hair back.

“did you come ?” you asked curiously. “uh, no but don’t worry it’s not a problem” he siad trying to not make you feel forced to do anything for him. but you wanted to.

he carefully watched you as you slid over, your hands still tied, until you were facing his cock, it pulsed at the vision of you. you carefully kissed the tip of his dick, making him sharply breathe in, holding his breath. you slowly slid down, trying to take him all in. you felt as if the corners of your mouth were about to rip. you pressed your tongue against his length, he slowly grabbed your hair to push you deeper, making your nose come in contact with his crotch. you felt your eyes water and lungs burn at the lack of oxygen. he let off for a second, letting you breath only for him to push his hips deeper in one raw blow. he threw his head back, enjoying the warmth of your mouth, getting a few moans off. he put pressure again on the back of your head, to hold it there a few seconds. but after a bit you couldn’t breath anymore, you tried to get it out, but he made sure you couldn’t move out unless he wanted to. you felt tears sulking your face, travelling their way down to your chin and then falling on the floor. his hips started thrusting forwards, in and out, throat fucking you. you gagged and you gagged, as he felt his climax approaching.

“you let a single drop spill, i’ll break your fucking jaw.” he hissed under his teeth, making you felt a thud in your core again. oh how aggressive he was, and how you loved it. he pinched your nose, not letting any of your airways free. he moaned, only to then spill his load in your mouth. you didn’t spill a drop, just like he said. what a good girl. he dragged his dick out of your mouth letting you breath, and he looked at you for a few seconds.

“thank you, but you didn’t have to.” he said. 

“don’t worry. i wanted to.”

final notes : so yea, that is it for today ! hope y’all enjoy it, and leave a comment for pt. 5 ! i promise it’s a happy ending finally ! and as usual the sneak peaks for the people who recognised the lyrics from the songs have been sent ! ;)

IMPORTANT !! i would also like to answer an anonymous request i got a bit of time ago. i want to clarify, i am QUITE LITERALLY the same age as neteyam, oh but also look at the second screenshot ! so dw, y’all got nothing to worry about ;)

[fleurriee]

im finally here & im ready bestie!! also, the warnings?? the little smut?? 👀 forewarning: pretty sure this is the longest commentary ive made so buckle up, andra <33

“I am serious, Angel. You’ve been in my life for as long as I can remember. You have always been the only one to see me for more than just a freak, or a fuck-up, or a disappointment. You see me.”

oh wow okay, so we’re just jumping straight back into the angst, love that. i hate this bc lo’ak’s such a bby 🤧

How could his own brother do this? How could you do this? He has spent more than two months with you, every day, sending touches and glances your way that were begging to be seen, begging to be acknowledged. He secretly prayed that you would call him out on it, give him a reason to finally tell you that he’s loved you since he was 10 and yearned for your touch since the second his eyes fell on you again after a whole year apart.

oh, nete istg. the miscommunication is HURTING ME… but the writing’s so beautiful, it starts to make up for it <33

His legs were moving without any conscious input from his mind, and before long, he found himself on the way to the clearing you and him used to go to all the time.

he went there subconsciously??? that’s how you know it’s love.

“This piece of heaven is our Cornelia Street.” 

“What’s Cornelia Street?”

“Well, it’s a place back on Earth where one of her houses used to be, but in this case, it’s a metaphor. Cornelia Street is to them what this clearing is to us.” 

ffs andra my HEART CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH. fr though, this is so beautiful 😩

He didn’t sleep that night, cried himself to sleep quietly in his family’s tent thinking of the possibility of not seeing you again, for a long time, perhaps forever. He had decided that his mum was right. Being around you was hurting you both, and maybe by leaving, both of you could heal and move on.

no no no no no no no NO. neytiri, you will always be my mother, but simply no!

…he realised humans did some things right. Humanity did you right. 

he loves her so fucking much wOW

“It took me a while to figure out you weren’t going to come back. It did not dawn on me right away. I thought you were just training hard, as you had been for years at that point, I didn’t think anything of it. I only figured it out a month after I played you this song, when my birthday came and you didn’t show. I waited all day. Way past eclipse, way past the point everyone else was gone and sleeping peacefully, I waited.”

“…And I remember thinking, I’m going to sing you this song, and this will be my “I love you, you idiot” moment.”

u know, none of this really helps when im currently listening to til forever falls apart… this is so sad and heartbreaking, NETEYAM DO SOMETHING!!

“Well I guess we’re both fucking disappointed with each other then.” 

sigh. heart broken, tears streaming, im crying.

NOT THE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF POPPING BACK UP?? are we gonna go through them all?? wait are they gonna go into the archer - wait what’s the last one, bc that’ll go into the way of water and neteyam-

im panicking andra.

He was so close to you now he could feel your breath fanning over his face as you looked up at him, panting with anger, lips slightly opened.

ayo…

He couldn’t help look at them, those lips he has dreamed about for years, the way they’d feel on him, their taste… your taste.

aYO 😏

“You see, I think deep down you know it should have been you. I think deep down it kills you that you are not in my tent late at night. You’re not the one that gets to touch me.” he felt your hand place over his bare chest and run it down his abdomen until it reached his red loin cloth, which you slightly tugged at. He felt his cock twitch in response. 

ANDRA IS SOMETHING HAPPENING?? ASHAKFLAKXH

my phone just crashed fUCK. they can’t handle this power of her and neteyam finally doing something huh.

…His other hand went to your neck, and you felt him wrapping his hand around it and squeezing. 

pAH I WAS RIGHT ITS TOO MUCH POWER FUCK

“I’m not leaving until you tell me. Did you fuck my brother, Atan (light)?” 

🥴🥴 tell me why im melting at the name ughh

It wasn’t possible for you to finish the sentence, as his lips roughly slammed against yours, and you immediately, as if your body needed no input from your mind, raised your hands to the circle around his neck, pushing him closer to you. 

i can’t even describe what im feeling right now. they kissed?? it’s covered in sexual tension??? it’s everything ive wanted since the first chapter. look at them. look at my bbys.

although, i don’t doubt that something else is gonna crop up and ruin everything bc it’s an andra fic!! 🤭

bestie if this doesn’t end at least somewhat happily, im coming for u, guns blazing.

You were his, to love, to touch, to do whatever he wanted to. 

hell yeah! they were always one another’s though, weren’t they 🥹

…and he knew if he kept going, he was not going to able to stop himself until you were writhing underneath him, until he made you beg and scream his name over and over, all night long. 

then don’t stop yourself, teyam… 😏 no one here minds.

“Pathfinder, this is Devil Dog, come in, over.” 

OH FOR FUCKS SAKE. it was just getting juicy :(( istg, i can already feel that this is gonna cause even MORE tension between them, but im hoping it’s a really good kind & not the angsty kind… haha right, andra…?

“…and no matter what comes next, we will stand and fight, together!” You heard big screams and ululating as Jake’s voice boomed throughout the village, above all the noise. 

oh god damn, fucking humans. always ruining & spoiling everything. just let them live in peace 🤧

“Last night, Neytiri and I spotted a star in the night sky that shone brighter than it ever had before.” 

hey hey hey is this movie territory???? oh, i really hope it is, bc there’s so many scenes i’d love to see atan in & her reactions before awa’atlu!!

“Fuck.” Neteyam’s face was unreadable. The war he trained all his life for was finally on his doorstep. 

he’s just a bby 😭 they all wereeeeee. these kids will never catch a break, not with that sully name :((

“I need you to complete your Iknimaya before then. Tomorrow, you will go perform your first kill. You are more than ready. It’s time. When the humans come, I need you with me. With us.”

oh fuck, move things nice and quick then. no pressure, atan!!

You looked truly sick, although you didn’t know how much of that was the virus and how much it was just you…

andra, you’re really putting her through the works, huh? she doesn’t deserve this 🤧 she deserves to be happy with nete ughhh

“…Look, I love your enthusiasm, and I love that you’ve finally getting outside and enjoying your life, but there’s also too much of a good thing.” 

listen to norm pls!! she needs to take care of herself but there’s too much on her shoulders and fucking nete isn’t helping 🙄 he needs to just confess his underlying love for her now.

…and you couldn’t miss the tear that fell on Norm’s face as he closed the lid of the pod. 

MY HEART!! IT’S COMPLETELY SHATTERED!!! NORM HAS A HEART OF GOLD & I KNOW SHE DOESN’T MEAN IT BUT FUCK

Neteyam came out of the tent looking… so good it made your mouth fill with saliva.

ha, me literally whenever he’s on my screen.

A green bracelet that he kept around his arm, whose every bead and stone was imprinted in your mind, for the rest of time. Why was he wearing that bracelet, why now? What was he trying to tell you?

HE’S TRYING TO TELL YOU HE LOVES YOU, THAT YOU’RE THE ONLY FOR HIM & THAT YOU’RE GONNA BE HIS MATE & HAVE LOADS OF BEAUTIFUL BABIES & GROW OLD TOGETHER HAPPILY!!!

You looked at him like you wanted to do things Eywa would disapprove of, and he felt himself twitch in pain for what felt like the millionth time recently. 

😏😏😏😏 just go for it nete…

“Neteyam. Stay, I want to talk to you.”

“Did you tell her yet?” 

oh god i totally forgot about this. i need so badly to know what it is!! istg if it’s just gonna drive them further apart i will scream.

“Neteyam, you have to tell her. You have asked us to keep your secret, and we have. We have all participated in this, and I am getting tired of lying for you.”

heyyyyyyyy 👀 meaning??? 👀👀 is this a good secret??? manifesting for it to be that he wants to mate with her????

“You will tell her by the end of the week, or I will.” 

TELL HER ANYWAY JAKE, GO BEHIND HIS BACK

“It will be alright, ma 'ite. You have done better than any other Dream Walker ever has. Even better than the Toruk Makto. I know you are scared because of what happened in the past, but you have grown so much since then. You are such a special child, a gift from Eywa. There’s light in you no darkness can snuff out, and you were made to be one of us. Do not worry.” 

neytiri wtf 🤧🤧

She never held a grudge, she never turned her back on you, even after shunning them from your life, she understood you and welcomed you back with open arms as soon as you felt ready to join them. She saw you.

bc neytiri is that ✨woman✨no one can top her.

You were dying. Although you didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to acknowledge the reality that your body was falling apart in front of you, it was happening.

nope. i refuse to believe it. she’s fine, she’s always gonna be fine. she’ll transfer & become one of the people bc her & nete deserve one another!!!

He brought his face close to yours and brought your foreheads together, breathing you in.

ITS THE THING!! ITS THE JAKE & NEYTIRI THING!!! IF THIS DOESN’T SCREAM THAT THEY’RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER, NOTHING WILL 🫨

“Good luck, sister! I cannot wait to fly with you!” Tuk’s enthusiasm never failed to bring a wide smile to your face. 

tuk ���� i love her so much & im so nervous that we’ll never truly see her happy again :((((

He saw you drop the arm you were using to hold on to it, only managing to hold on by the strength in your thighs, and connected the queues with a loud yell.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. You made your Tsaheylu, upside down, mid-flight.

she’s a boss bitch, man.

You looked around at Neteyam and couldn’t see him, but then heard a loud, excited yelp from behind you. He looked so happy and proud, your heart swelled at the sight.

LOOK AT HIM 😭😭 he’s so proud of his atan!! (i need him to give her a happy, proud kiss now pls)

“Sit. I will clean and stitch it and then we can go for dinner.” 

this. this trope is another favourite of mine 😏

“You drive me crazy when you roll your eyes at me, you know? I would kill to be the reason your eyes roll in the back of your head at night.”

SO SUDDENLY?? NETE’S SUDDENLY BOLD BUT I’M NOT COMPLAINING 😫

He brought a hand to your chin and was pulling you closer, when someone entered the tent without making their presence known, making you both jolt back in shock.

why. why does this always happen i’TS NOT FAIR GIVE THEM THE MOMENT THEY NEED PLS

It was a girl. You’ve seen her before in the village, she was a healer in training. Beautiful and skilled, she was a good singer and a good craftswoman, making a lot of the clothes the Na’vi hunters wore. 

“Oh, Great Mother, here you are! Your mother told me about your injury, and I had to come find you so I could help!” She kneeled down on the other side of Neteyam from where you were sitting and touched Neteyam’s chest, moving him around looking for the bleed, that was no longer there. 

sigh. well. i can see where this is going…

“You’re right, my bad! I’m Tiongli. Neteyam’s mate.” 

WHAT NO I WAS WRONG WHAT!! I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST GONNA GET A LITTLE IN THE WAY BUT NOT LIKE THIS!! NO NO NO NO NO I CANNOT DO THIS MY HEART IS FRAGILE & BROKEN ALREADY THEY NEED TO PUSH HER OVER AND MATE TOGETHER NOW

& it ends here. great. so, suddenly i want to sleep on the tracks tonight. only you, andra 👀 best be watching out for me i swear.

BUT, this was by far my favourite chapter yet. so much was happening, so many emotions that i thought i was having a heart attack at one point?? & the way you match everything to a song so beautifully makes everything so magical & ten times better. like, your writing is so special to me bc you really make me feel like im there in the moment, that im atan, u know? although if i was atan, i’d more than likely have already jumped nete’s bones, let’s be honest.

im constantly calling her atan now, cause she’s my light, too 🥴 she’s my bby.

andra, you have done it again. idk why i get so surprised each time that one chapter was better than the rest bc you’re just improving after every bloody sentence!! so excited to see where this goes… they better get together soon… 🫣

Illicit Affairs | Chapter VII: Hoax

Pairing: Neteyam x Human/Avatar!Reader

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X

Synopsis: Tensions erupt when Neteyam confronts you about something he saw. His secret comes out at the worst time, leaving you both in pieces. 

Warnings: (a little) smut (18+, Minors DNI), angst, mentions of blood mentions of death, injury, pills, pill addiction, opioid addiction, disease, cursing, some fluff + all the feels.

Word Count: 9,5k words (holy mother)

A/N: This is it, guys! Where tensions explode and secrets come come out, hearts are bound to be broken. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I put everything into it. I cried whilst writing it, I laughed whilst writing it, pretty sure I experienced the full spectrum of human emotions whilst doing this. Also, I have ignored my actual work to finish it, so if I fail my annual progression review, at least it would have been worth it. Let me know what you think, and as always, thank you for everyone who is reading is and asked to be tagged &lt;;3

"My only one, my kingdom come undone My broken drum, you have beaten my heart Don't want no other shade of blue, but you No other sadness in the world would do"

“There are perks with being an Omatikaya, you know? You can make your bow out of the wood of the Home Tree… and you can choose a mate.” 

Fuck. 

“Lo’ak… be serious.”

“I am serious, Angel. You’ve been in my life for as long as I can remember. You have always been the only one to see me for more than just a freak, or a fuck-up, or a disappointment. You see me.”

The younger Sully boy gently cupped you face in his hand; he was caressing your cheek with his thumb. Using a little force, he willed your face upwards so you could look up at his face; you were surprised to see the intensity in his eyes. 

You placed your hand on his arm, and you hoped by slowly massaging it, it would relax him enough to soften your following words. 

“Lo’ak… I do see you. You are an incredible person. You have been there for me my whole life, and I will be forever grateful to you. You have been the only one who constantly chose the dark stuffy lab to the beauty of this world because the labs had me in it, you were closest to my mum and she loved you like you were her own. I think you are the most amazing guy there is and I think your mate will be the luckiest girl there is. But that’s not me, Lo’ak. You know that can’t be me.”

His hand dropped from your face and both of his hands took yours in them, squeezing them ardently. 

“But it is you. It has to be you.” 

“Kehe (no). Lo’ak, you are my best friend. I am your best friend. I love you so much, and I know you love me too, but the love we have for each other is not the kind of love one needs to be mated for life.” 

You spoke softly, looking at him pleadingly, hoping that he would understand your words in the way that you intend them. You can see his gaze drop and form deflate, being replaced by a meek one, a shadow of his former self. 

“Oh… I see.” He was now turning his back to you, trying to leave without looking you in the eye. You were not going to let that happen.

“I’m not letting you leave.” You say, keeping his hands tightened in yours. “We will talk about this, and you will recognise I am right.” 

Neteyam was having trouble seeing as he was manoeuvring his way through the forest. He felt sick to his stomach and every heartbeat sent waves of hurt through his entire body, like shards of glass gutting him from inside out. How could his own brother do this? How could you do this? He has spent more than two months with you, every day, sending touches and glances your way that were begging to be seen, begging to be acknowledged. He secretly prayed that you would call him out on it, give him a reason to finally tell you that he’s loved you since he was 10 and yearned for your touch since the second his eyes fell on you again after a whole year apart. He wanted you to finally give him a reason to tell everyone to fuck off and let him finally live his life by his own rules, with you by his side. 

Neteyam was shaking with tempestuous fury at the unfairness of it all. Lo’ak will always get everything just handed to him on a silver platter, won’t he? Freedom, to make his own choices, to live his life as he wished, carelessly and devoid of any forethought or responsibility. And now he got you, the woman of his dreams - and nightmares - and the future he used to fantasise would one day be his. 

His legs were moving without any conscious input from his mind, and before long, he found himself on the way to the clearing you and him used to go to all the time. Your place, just for his and your eyes to see, just for his and your hearts to experience. As he was nearing, he heard soft sounds emerging from the spot, and he slowly, carefully approached with a bow at the ready and all his senses heightened. 

“We were in the backseat, drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar…

I rent a place on Cornelia Street, I say casually in the car…”

Soft strumming and the most beautiful voice he has ever heard, a voice that he would recognise anywhere, for the rest of time, made him drop the bow he was gripping tightly. That song, Neteyam thought with a wince, and let himself remember.

“This piece of heaven is our Cornelia Street.” 

“What’s Cornelia Street?”

“Well, it’s a place back on Earth where one of her houses used to be, but in this case, it’s a metaphor. Cornelia Street is to them what this clearing is to us.” 

A month before your 17th birthday is the last day Neteyam saw you. He was coming to say goodbye. You didn’t know that, and, in your enthusiasm at seeing him after such a long time because of his training, or so he told you, you suggested coming here. Neteyam remembers everything about that day. He didn’t sleep that night, cried himself to sleep quietly in his family’s tent thinking of the possibility of not seeing you again, for a long time, perhaps forever. He had decided that his mum was right. Being around you was hurting you both, and maybe by leaving, both of you could heal and move on. He wouldn’t have to live with causing you more pain than you already had to deal with, and you wouldn’t have to go outside, something that you were only doing for him, it seemed. It was a win-win, he thought, and yet his heart was torn apart, coming apart at the seams of wounds that barely healed. 

You were sitting on the ground, resting your back on a rock by the river bank, with the same guitar in your hands you have had since you were young. Neteyam thought he probably heard thousands of songs being played on that guitar, countless hours laying just like he was now, hearing you sing. He did not like humans, could not understand them, their world, their traditions, their beliefs, but watching you strum that guitar and singing about your love, a love neither of you could ever say out loud except in this way, he realised humans did some things right. Humanity did you right. 

“We were a fresh page on the desk, filling in the blanks as we go

As if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead, leading us home”

Neteyam watched you intently, and was trying to assimilate the lyrics as best he could, knowing this was always your preferred method of communication, knowing that through these songs you are confessing your true, buried desires. You looked at him as you sang, giving him a big smile.

“And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again”

A year and a half later, inhabiting a new body, you were not smiling anymore as you were playing this, the strumming on the guitar slower and more sorrowful, and your voice sounded hoarse, like you had been crying. Neteyam couldn’t believe that you would come here, in his and your secret place and sing the song you silently confessed your feelings to, after what he saw. He felt his anger poison his body, as his heart picked up pace and made his heartbeat ring painfully in his ears, muffling the sound of your voice. 

“I never did walk Cornelia Street again after that day, you know? I kept my promise.” 

Neteyam freezes in place, a shocked expression marring his features. You heard him, even with your back to him, even while playing and with the soft hum of the river to dull your senses, you knew. Felt him, his presence that charged this clearing like the air before lighting strike. He, however, does not seem to hear the hint of sadness in your voice, nor the sniffling that accompanies it. 

“It took me a while to figure out you weren’t going to come back. It did not dawn on me right away. I thought you were just training hard, as you had been for years at that point, I didn’t think anything of it. I only figured it out a month after I played you this song, when my birthday came and you didn’t show. I waited all day. Way past eclipse, way past the point everyone else was gone and sleeping peacefully, I waited. I didn’t sleep that night. I was afraid I was going to miss you and no one would be able to let you through the door. It never occurred to me you wouldn’t show - not until the dawn of the next day. That’s when it hit.”

“I remember singing you this song, I was terrified. I mean, we talked around it all of our lives, I sang you songs, and I read you poems, and you’d sleep in my bed and let me attach myself to you in a way no friend ever would. But this song, I thought, would be the one. The one that would make us finally have to talk through it. The night before, I had watched an episode of Gilmore Girls, right? And it’s that episode when Dean pitches up at Rory’s school after she drops him hints that she’s in love with him, and he gets mad for one reason or another and then she screams at him “I love you, you idiot!”. And he drops all the stuff he was holding and rushes to her and kisses her, like really kisses her. And I remember thinking, I’m going to sing you this song, and this will be my “I love you, you idiot” moment.”

Neteyam walked slowly towards your form that was still turned around from him, and felt two forces tugging at him, ripping him apart. On one hand, there was the rage, and jealousy, the monster that wanted to scream at you, to hurt you for breaking his heart without even acknowledging it. On the other, there was deep sadness and grief, for the new information that he is receiving, for knowing what this meant to you, what he did to you, how he left you the day that you confessed, how that only strengthened his resolve. He didn’t know which was going to win. 

“I never had any expectations. I was never delusional enough to think that you would ever choose me. But I did have dreams. And in the dreams, you told me you loved me too, and that whatever it was, we would always be able to work through it together. That day after my birthday, I felt like something ripped apart in me that I’ve never recovered from. I’ve lost so much of myself throughout the years, every time something new came up. I’ve been in pieces, broken and shattered, my whole life, and yet somehow you managed to walk away with the biggest piece. Because I could never put you in a drawer at the bottom of my desk, like all my other pieces. You were never truly gone, you were just far enough that I could never reach you, but near enough that I could never heal. I mourned you, mourned the me that you took with you, every day for months. Losing you broke me, Neteyam. You broke me. I will never forgive you for that night.”

“Well I guess we’re both fucking disappointed with each other then.” 

Neteyam saw you shoulders hunch even more than they were and your head bow towards the ground. You hand raised to your cheeks and wiped something off your face, before you finally stood up and and turned around, facing him. Neteyam’s breath caught in his throat at the new sight. Your eyes were puffy and red, and tears marked your cheeks, so pronounced it was as if they would stain your face forever. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He felt his own tears threatening to spill then, pricking at his eyes painfully, begging to be released. There was so much pain inside of him, pain you caused him, pain for the hurt he knew he caused you, pain that felt like it will never diminish. 

“You’re sitting here, talking about that night and this song, in this place that once meant so much to us, after giving yourself to another man, to my fucking brother, and you want me to feel bad?”

He saw your face slowly register his words, as if you were mulling over every word carefully, turning it in your mind, and saw how your face went from sad to cold and unflinching and a shiver ran down his spine. You rose an eyebrow at him, an expression only he seemed to have the power to coax out of you. 

“What did you just say?” 

“You heard me. I saw you. I saw you in the forest, his hands all over you, I saw you running your hand up and down his arm. I’ve known he has been sneaking in your tent for weeks. What are you doing with my baby brother in your tent late at night, Y/N?”

FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF STAGE II: ANGER

“You honestly have some fucking nerve, Neteyam.” 

“You do not get to come here, come to this place, or any place for that matter and demand an explanation from me. I don’t owe you anything. You fucking left, Neteyam! We’re nothing to each other. Whatever claim or right you might have had once to ask anything of me or from me is long gone.” 

Neteyam stalked towards where you were standing, your words echoing in his mind. He was mad, mad at you for what you did, but also mad at himself. Because he knew you were right. He had no right to come here after abandoning you and the relationship you two had and be angry that you moved on. And yet he was. 

He was so close to you now he could feel your breath fanning over his face as you looked up at him, panting with anger, lips slightly opened. He couldn’t help look at them, those lips he has dreamed about for years, the way they’d feel on him, their taste… your taste. It was driving him insane, being so close to you, knowing what he knew. 

“Why? Why Lo’ak? You could have picked anyone else.”

You chuckled bitterly. “Really? So if I picked Akoa or Tärze, you wouldn’t be here right now, wouldn’t be mad and looking at me like somehow I betrayed you?” 

“Or is it possible it doesn’t actually matter who it is, it’s not the fact that it’s Lo’ak… it’s the fact it’s not you.” 

“You see, I think deep down you know it should have been you. I think deep down it kills you that you are not in my tent late at night. You’re not the one that gets to touch me.” he felt your hand place over his bare chest and run it down his abdomen until it reached his red loin cloth, which you slightly tugged at. He felt his cock twitch in response. 

You don’t know what came over you. You came here to mourn, still reeling after your conversation with Lo’ak. You never expected to see him here, hear his presence while you sang the song that once signified hope and love, and now is just a bitter reminder of all you’ve lost. You definitely never expected him to question you over Lo’ak, or be so angry over something that would never happen anyway. 

You were furious with him, furious that he never told you how he felt for you, and now he was clearly showing it to you by his displays of anger and jealousy. This was not how this was supposed to go. 

You felt a sick satisfaction at his demeanour. You made him like this, this angry, nose flared and panted breaths, you had this power over him. Just the thought of you with another man drove him to this point, and you loved it. He deserved it, deserves much worse. 

“You should leave, Neteyam.”

You started turning your back to him, but he took hold of your arm and kept you in place forcefully. His other hand went to your neck, and you felt him wrapping his hand around it and squeezing. 

“No.” 

You were shocked at his actions, and even more shocked at the immediate reaction your body had to him. You felt throbbing deep within you, and squeezed your thighs tightly together to accommodate for the feeling. 

“I’m not leaving until you tell me. Did you fuck my brother, Atan (light)?” 

He was still squeezing your throat, and you felt your pulse quickening when he moved and took a hold of you jaw, forcing you to look in his eyes. He looked mad, sad, desperate for an answer that would either mend or break him. You felt his intense stare in every cell in your body and felt yourself clench around nothing. 

You wanted to lie, wanted to see him suffer at least some of the hurt he’s caused you. But you couldn’t, not with how he was looking at you, not with how he was holding you. 

“Fuck you, Neteyam. I would never do that. Fuck you for thinking for a second that something like would ever even cross my mi-“

It wasn’t possible for you to finish the sentence, as his lips roughly slammed against yours, and you immediately, as if your body needed no input from your mind, raised your hands to the circle around his neck, pushing him closer to you. 

You moaned into the kiss, and the sound removed any ounce of sanity or self-discipline from his being, and he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue over your bottom lip, begging for permission. 

He felt his hand drop back around your throat, squeezing, loving the feel of your quickened pulse, knowing he was responsible for it, for your swollen lips and dilated pupils, for the way you were squeezing your thighs together. You were his, to love, to touch, to do whatever he wanted to. 

He was so hard now, his loincloth was constricting around him painfully, and he knew if he kept going, he was not going to able to stop himself until you were writhing underneath him, until he made you beg and scream his name over and over, all night long. 

“Pathfinder, this is Devil Dog, come in, over.” 

Fuck. 

Your body ached at the loss of contact, as Neteyam removed his hand from around your throat and his lips from your own. He was panting, and tried to steady himself before he touched the little button on the radio on his neck, sighing deeply. 

“I’m here, Devil Dog. What’s your post? Over.” 

You turned your back to him, and took a few steps towards the river, trying to compose yourself. What the fuck did I just do? This was bad, for so many reasons, it was making you dizzy just counting them all. You couldn’t hear what Jake was saying to Neteyam, but it couldn’t have been good, it was very rare Jake would use the radio to communicate with his kids, you’ve only seen it once when there was a hunting accident that needed everyone’s attention. 

“You need to get back to the village, now. We have a situation. If Y/N is with you, bring her back, too. Over and out.” 

Shit, this can’t be good, Neteyam thought to himself. He looked over at you and saw you turned your back to him, hiding. You were good at that, pretending, denying, avoiding. Pushing your feelings aside was your favourite defence mechanism, had been ever since your mum died. 

His eyes softened and he felt stupid for having doubted you, for spending so many weeks losing sleep over something that never even happened. Guilt also immediately pooled in his gut from the kiss, the confession, the implications of it, all of which things he would have to deal with sooner or later. The horror at the thought of the consequences of his actions made his skin crawl, but he didn’t have too much time to dwell on it, knowing his dad expected them to hurry.

“Hey… we have to get back, dad said to meet him in the village.”

You nodded weakly in his direction, and started making your way towards the village. Once again, he found himself having to clasp your arm by your wrist and turn you around so you could face him. You refused to look at him, so he cupped your face in his hand and raised you head gently so you could look at him. His thumb was ghosting over your lips, that were still swollen and when his eyes met yours, he saw a sadness so deep it made Pandora’s oceans feel like shallow pools. 

“We need to talk, properly talk.” 

You just nodded silently and removed his hand from your face, and the last thing he saw was your back, walking away. 

You were deep in thought as you arrived in the village, and were pulled out of your musings when you saw a big commotion happening all around you. You have never seen the village like this.

There was a crowd of people by the big bonfire, so that’s where you and Neteyam figured to look first. 

“…and no matter what comes next, we will stand and fight, together!” You heard big screams and ululating as Jake’s voice boomed throughout the village, above all the noise. 

You saw Norm and Max, all the humans and avatars on the right of the Olo’yektan. On his left stood Mo’at, Neytiri and all their children, plus Spider. Lo’ak was screaming and beating his chest, whilst Kiri looked concerned, and Tuk was almost crying, with a tight grip on her mum’s hand. You made your way through the mass of people, reaching the foot of the large tree stump acting like a platform. Jake spotted you and helped you up, and you saw Neteyam following you from the corner of your eye. 

Since the speech was done, people started dissipating, and Jake turned his attention to the pair of you. 

“Last night, Neytiri and I spotted a star in the night sky that shone brighter than it ever had before.” 

Panic rose in your chest at his words, words that you knew could only mean one thing. “The humans are returning.” you said, meekly. 

Jake nodded in your direction with anger flashing across his face, before he composed himself. 

“We knew this day was coming, but it is definitely different when it is finally happening than the image you had in your head.” you heard Norm pitch in from somewhere behind Jake. 

“How long?” Neteyam asked. 

“About a week?” Max said, and the man with such a kind and gentle face was scared, you realised sadly. Everyone was scared. 

“Fuck.” Neteyam’s face was unreadable. The war he trained all his life for was finally on his doorstep. 

“I need you to complete your Iknimaya before then. Tomorrow, you will go perform your first kill. You are more than ready. It’s time. When the humans come, I need you with me. With us.”

You couldn’t swallow the lump that has formed in your throat enough to speak, so you just nodded. You were not ready. The last time you were on an Ikran, you almost died. You felt the phantom pain on your left leg flare up, and you were terrified at the prospect of another flashback triggering as you were fighting for your life on top of the Hallelujah mountains, trying to make the bond. 

The crowd eventually dispersed and everybody went back to their homes. There was a heaviness in the air, no smiles or singing tonight, no communal dinner where people animatedly exchange stories and anecdotes; you saw Na’vi hugging their loved ones, keeping them close at all times, as if letting go would mean letting go forever. The war was upon you, and with it, the possibility of loss and grief settled in the bones of every one of the villagers. 

You felt sick to your stomach. A shiver ran through your entire body, and, at the weakness that enveloped your being suddenly, you knew the effects of all the pills you took to mitigate your symptoms have worn off. The dizziness you felt was more than just a weak headache you could ride out, but a sign your human body was fighting to maintain the neurolink inside the pod. You didn’t have much time. 

“I’m gonna go to bed. See you all tomorrow.” You needed to be in your tent when you passed out, otherwise it would raise suspicion immediately and you couldn’t afford that. 

“Hey, you can’t leave. We still need to talk.” Neteyam said, lightly tugging at your arm. 

“Not today, Neteyam.” You removed your limb from his grasp and left without giving him a second look. 

You were pulled out of the linkpod quite violently by your own body recoiling in agony. You felt a stupid ping of gratefulness at the fact that, although due to horrible news, at least no one was in the lab or adjacent hubs at the current moment. You struggled to get up, and found the walk back to your room excruciating, like no matter how much you walked, it was not anywhere in sight. When you arrived, you went straight to the bathroom and barely managed to make it to the toilet before throwing up, your body violently convulsing in on itself, trying to expel everything from your body. You haven’t had a proper meal in this body in months, so all your body was managing to get rid of was bile, bitter and acidic on your tongue. 

When you were done, you pushed your body weakly towards the sink, and gargled the bad taste away with some water and mouth wash. You peered up at the mirror, and were alarmed by the face that met your gaze. You barely recognised yourself. Your face looked ghastly, the palest you have ever been, the hollows of your cheeks looking like pits of shadows and darkness. 

Your under-eye bags gave away how little sleep you were actually functioning under, how little rest you actually got in the last few months. You looked truly sick, although you didn’t know how much of that was the virus and how much it was just you… ignoring your body like you ignored everything that you had to work through, everything that required healing and spiritual effort, and trading it for a easy-to-digest fantasy.

You made your way towards your bed limply and was comforted by the bottles of pills you saw on your bedside table, that will provide fleeting relief. You passed out on the bed soon after, happy that the suffering could be over for at least some hours. 

You woke up a couple of hours before dawn, with a raging fever and chills running up and down your spine, and instead of struggling back to sleep, you got up slowly and put some clothes on, making your way towards the labs. Today was an important day, and you needed to be focused for it, you couldn’t afford the same thing as yesterday take place. In the medical ward, you scrambled in the drawers until you found what you were searching for. The holy grail, injectable morphine. You hastily grabbed a syringe and a needle, measured out the amount needed, shook the syringe to remove any air bubbles, and directed it to your arm, where you injected it in your vein. Placebo effect or not, you felt immediate relief, and you knew this would put you through the day. 

Norm came to the linkpod to help with the neurolink, and he gave you a worried look as he watched you settle in. 

“I think you should be taking a break from this.”

“Are you serious right now? The humans are literally circling the atmosphere as we speak, I can’t afford to take breaks now, you know this.”

“What I know is that you look about a week away from collapsing in my arms, and your Avatar won’t work without you, Ace. You’re always in the village, and you don’t sleep. You’re always running experiments when you are here. Look, I love your enthusiasm, and I love that you’ve finally getting outside and enjoying your life, but there’s also too much of a good thing.” 

You were started to feel anger pick at your brain, much like the virus you were carrying with you everywhere you went. 

“You made this for me. You made me this Avatar. You guilt tripped me into taking it. Now you’re unhappy I’m using the Avatar. Why don’t you make up your mind and let me know, Norm? In the meantime, I have to go.”

You lay in the on the pod and placed the metal frame on top of your body, and you couldn’t miss the tear that fell on Norm’s face as he closed the lid of the pod. 

It was still before dawn when your consciousness woke up in the blue body you’ve come to love so much, and you couldn’t help feel immense guilt at the words you spat at Norm. He doesn’t deserve any of this; he has been a surrogate uncle for you ever since you were born. He made you an Avatar, he built you a guitar. He helped you go outside and live your life, he was always there for you if you needed to talk, or vent. He has always believed in you, in your capacity to help, to do good, to overcome your grief. You would have to apologise to him come nighttime. 

You saw Jake make his way to you as you opened the flap to your tent. “Hi, kid.” Tensions were running high, you could tell, as Jake did not smile or make light conversation, as he always tended to do. He would always take the time to check in, to make sure you are doing well, which you appreciated massively. You loved having him and the rest of the family around. It felt like you belonged, for the first time in your life. 

“So you, Neteyam, Akoa and Heesu will go and they will watch you perform your first kill. Early tomorrow, we will go take the Iknimaya, and then you will be able to join Neteyam on raids and scouting. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds good, boss.” You saw him crack a tiny smile at that, and felt better you could still make him smile, even in these circumstances.

Neteyam came out of the tent looking… so good it made your mouth fill with saliva. He was holding his bow tightly in his hands, and he was adorning new jewellery, you noted. A beautiful black necklace, filled with beads and impressive craftsmanship, his red and green cummerbund tightly wrapped around his ribcage, and his knife tucked on his hip, all came together to bring about Neteyam Te Sulli Tsyeyk’itan, the future leader of the Omaticaya. But what really drew your eye, was a bracelet. A green bracelet that he kept around his arm, whose every bead and stone was imprinted in your mind, for the rest of time. Why was he wearing that bracelet, why now? What was he trying to tell you?

Neteyam found his gaze drawn to the girl next to his dad, the only girl that existed, as far as he was concerned. He barely slept last night thinking of you, of that kiss, of your confession, of the song, and he knew he had to make it right sooner rather than later. The humans were coming, not one of them knew what their lives were going to look like in a few weeks, and there was so much to set straight, the thought made him nauseated again. He had to tell you. Your eyes found his and he saw many emotions passing through them, and was happy to see at least one of them was passion, and yearning. You looked at him like you wanted to do things Eywa would disapprove of, and he felt himself twitch in pain for what felt like the millionth time recently. 

Neteyam led the pack away from the village and towards the forest where you would have to make your first kill. He had no doubt in his mind you would do well, he honestly doesn’t know why it has taken so long to do it to begin with. You’ve been ready for weeks. After stalking quietly through the forest for a couple of hours, you found a herd of Yerik. Neteyam closed his gap on you and placed a hand on your back, smiling to himself at the way you shuddered when he did. 

“You’ve got this. We’ve been through this and you are ready. Remember, keep a knee on the ground for support. Good luck.”

You nodded without looking at him, eyes plastered on one of the animals peacefully grazing on a bush. He saw you, focused and determined, aiming the arrow with precision and power, and he knew then you were made for this. You were made to be here, as one of the people, you were meant to be Na’vi. 

You made quick work of the kill, and immediately got up from your crouched stance and made your way to the now fatally injured Yerik. You removed your knife from where it was placed on your chest, and repeated the words he taught you weeks ago. “Oel ngati kameie, ma tsmukan, ulte ngaru seiyi irayo (I See you, Brother, and thank you). Ngari hu Eywa salew tirea, tokx 'ì'awn slu Na'viyä hapxì (Your spirit goes with Eywa, your body stays behind to become part of the People).”

Perfect, just like he knew you would do. You were nervous, he noted, but you also seemed happy to have finally done it, after all this time training. All four of you made your way back to the village, the two men accompanying you carrying the animal by its legs. Neteyam wanted to talk to you, wanted to get you alone so he can finally tell you all the things he had to say, that he needed to say, the secret that has plagued him for weeks and that drove a wedge between him and his baby brother. Unfortunately, it seems like the universe fated you to never be alone with him again. Right after you arrived at the village, Jake took all of you to gun practice and through strategy meetings about how to plan an attack once the Sky People decelerated. Those lasted the whole day, and before he knew it, you left to your tent again, leaving him to deal with his dad on his own. 

“Neteyam. Stay, I want to talk to you.”

“Yes, Senpul (dad)?”

“Did you tell her yet?” 

“Not yet. I’m trying to find some time, but it seems like we are never together alone anymore.”

Neteyam saw his dad sighing heavily and was scared for the hell he knew would rain down on him sooner or later.

“Neteyam, you have to tell her. You have asked us to keep your secret, and we have. We have all participated in this, and I am getting tired of lying for you. The kids don’t want to lie to her anymore, your mother doesn’t want for this to be a secret anymore. She deserves to know.” 

“You will tell her by the end of the week, or I will.” 

Your body convulsed as your mind woke up in your human form, and you tried to hide it as best as you could so whoever was helping you get disconnected wouldn’t notice. To your disappointment, it was Max. 

“Hey, sweetheart. How was it today?”

“Good, made the first kill. Going up the Iknimaya tomorrow, which can’t say I am particularly excited about.” 

“Oh, honey, you shouldn’t worry about it. It’s going to be completely different than that dreadful day. You are going to be able to control it, you will be connected to it. Plus Toruk has never been spotted this close to the banshee rookery, so there will be nothing making your Ikran nervous.”

“Yeah, guess you are right.” You said, not wanting to tell Max that rationalising it doesn’t achieve anything except making you feel stupid for being scared. “Where’s Norm?”

Max looked agitated for a second, but tried to compose himself enough to appear nonchalant about the subject. “Um, I think he’s in his room, he told me he wants to read this book he still hasn’t gotten around to, if you can believe that. He's been here for almost 19 years, you’d think there’s be nothing new to do here anymore.” 

You hoped you weren’t as bad a liar as seemingly everyone you have come across recently, otherwise your illness is not as much of a secret as you’d hoped. 

“He told you.”

“Yeah…” 

“I was such a dick. I have to apologise. I’ll go find him.”

“Maybe give him some time? He looked really upset, and I think he just needs to lick his wounds by himself for a while.”

“I didn’t mean it, Max. I am just tired and stressed because of the Iknimaya and the humans returning, not that that’s any excuse.” 

“I know, honey. He will be alright, just give it time. Time heals everything.”

You could only pray that was the case, for Norm….and for yourself.

You woke up the next morning groggy, feeling sick from your illness and sick from all the pills you ingested last night. If this was starting to be a problem, it was a problem you were gonna have to deal with later. Pandora’s box can hold a couple more issues for the time being. You made your way quietly to the medical ward and found the morphine vial you used yesterday. Withdrawing a few more millilitres, you injected yourself in the arm with it, instant relief flooding your system. You sighed happily and thought this was probably the closest you’ve ever gotten to feeling euphoric. 

Your Avatar body looked ready to tackle the Iknimaya, in all new garbs and a new necklace that Kiri made for you recently, as well as Lo’ak’s visors. Tuk and Neytiri were braiding your hair fresh, so you were all ready to go by the end of the eclipse. Feeling how nervous you were, Neytiri put her hand on your heart, and looked into your eyes and she placed the last feather in your hair. 

“It will be alright, ma 'ite. You have done better than any other Dream Walker ever has. Even better than the Toruk Makto. I know you are scared because of what happened in the past, but you have grown so much since then. You are such a special child, a gift from Eywa. There’s light in you no darkness can snuff out, and you were made to be one of us. Do not worry.” 

You let out a small cry and hugged the woman that could have been your mother in these 9 years after you lost your own, who has loved you and protected you every chance she got, that wanted to take you in the village and raise you as one of the people, but who you pushed away out of fear, out of terror at the possibility of more loss, more pain. She never held a grudge, she never turned her back on you, even after shunning them from your life, she understood you and welcomed you back with open arms as soon as you felt ready to join them. She saw you. You will never be able to repay her kindness.

“We’ll be with you. Kiri and I will fly and bring Tuk on one of our Ikrans. Spider, Lo’ak, Neteyam and Jake will come on their Pa’li with you and make the climb. It will be good practice for them. We all want to celebrate with you. We can all join you on your first flight, so this way it will be less scary.” 

You were fully crying in the crook of her neck now, unable to believe the luck you had to having been born somewhere where the Sullys existed at the same time. There was a lot of pain in your life, but this family would always be your good karma, it seemed. 

The climb was the most excruciating thing you have ever had to do. Every muscle in your body was pushed to its limits, and you were beginning to wonder how you were supposed to fight a huge animal after all of this. You understand now this is why this was the ultimate test of becoming a hunter, and why there were not many hunters in the Omatikaya. The thought brought a gust of confidence to your mind - you were doing this. You. You’ve gotten so far, further than any scientist on Pandora ever has. You grew up in a lab with severe agoraphobia and unsolved trauma and you still made it here. You will do this, because you have to. Because you’ve come so far. 

It was taking every ounce of discipline to not continuously stop and stare at the beauty of the Hallelujah mountains, that you have heard so much about, but never experienced for yourself, and you realised you needed to swallow often to compensate for the dryness you felt from your mouth being stuck agape in awe at the beauteous miracle. 

You found yourself peering up at Neteyam frequently throughout the climb, and thoughts about yesterday made your already drugged-out mind even airier. There was so much to think about, so much to talk about, but you couldn’t handle it right now. You couldn’t handle the consequences of that kiss and the hurt that would inevitably emerge from your star-crossed fate. You were dying. Although you didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to acknowledge the reality that your body was falling apart in front of you, it was happening. You probably had another couple of weeks before your heart gave out from all the strain the virus was putting on your whole body, just like it happened with all the other victims. 

As if he could feel you, Neteyam turned around and gave you a nervous look. You wondered what he thought of everything, how he felt. Was he happy about the kiss? Did he regret it? In his defence, he has been wanting to talk to you for days and you avoided him, unable to deal with him at the moment. He will just have to be another trinket in the Pandora’s box until you finished the Iknimaya. Making it to a large suspended boulder before you, he stretched out a strong arm for you, and you took it, happy to have at least some physical contact between you. His touch has always calmed your nerves, from when you were children, and now, as adults, that still hasn’t changed. 

He didn’t let go once you climbed next to him. Taking advantage of the fact you two were the last to climb, he took hold of your arm with one hand, and placed the other on your face, cupping it gently. His thumb found its way to your lips again, caressing them softly and you felt intoxicated from his touch. He brought his face close to yours and brought your foreheads together, breathing you in. You stood like this, staring at each other for a while, and it was like all the words you wanted to say to each other were spoken wordlessly. I love you. I see you. I’m sorry. 

“Are you guys coming or what?” You heard Spider screaming from a higher up boulder, and you reluctantly let go. He squeezed your arm one more time, and then motioned for you to climb in front of him. You weren’t far off now, you realised, and felt your heart picking up pace in your ribcage. 

Soon enough, you were there. You could hear thousands of banshees screaming and cooing, and you thought it was mirroring your internal dialogue quite well, loud and incoherent. Neteyam held a hand in front of your body as you made your way across a narrow ledge behind a waterfall, that connected the cave to the banshee nest. 

“Ok, kid. This is it. Are you ready?” Jake began speaking and you were trying to focus on him instead of the panicked feeling rising in your chest. 

As you were preparing to respond, you heard loud ululating from the sky, and immediately saw two beautiful banshees making their way to the mountain and settling in the cave you just left behind. You smiled at the view, excited that Neytiri, Kiri and Tuk could make it in time. They followed you to the nest and you brought your curled fingers to your forehead, greeting them warmly. I see you.

“Good luck, sister! I cannot wait to fly with you!” Tuk’s enthusiasm never failed to bring a wide smile to your face. 

You looked around at all the people who have travelled so far to come and be with you on this day. Your family, for all intents and purposes. You felt tears coming, but pushed them away with a sigh, trying to toughen your resolve. You gave one last look to Lo’ak, who was watching you sadly, the pain from yesterday still fresh in both your minds. You loved him so much, and hoped he would be able to forgive you in time. You touched his gift, now resting on your forehead, and gave him a grateful smile and a wink. He cracked a small grin and you knew then that your relationship wasn’t totally in ruins. 

“This is it, Atan. Now you must choose your Ikran. If it also chooses you, move quick, like I’ve showed you. You will have one chance. I will be behind you in case you need any help. Please don’t fall off a cliff, I don’t think my heart could take it again.” 

You laughed a little at his attempt of diffusing a situation. It wasn’t his best attribute. 

“Ok then, let’s dance.” 

Neteyam watched as you made your way through the Ikrans, and how they all flew away in fear at your sight - beautiful banshees that made him miss his own and reminisce about his own Iknimaya. You looked ready - powerful and confident, like you have always belonged here, with them. You were swinging your yìmkxa (mouth binder) and approaching each Ikran forcefully, hissing at them to hopefully provoke the right one. Eventually, a big banshee, bigger than his and most others he’s seen around, turns around to face you and does not remove itself from your path in the same way all the others had. It is a beautiful animal, white and gold with purple and pink wings and green stripes on its head, it looked different than any other in the village. Fitting, he thought. This was it.

He heard a loud hiss coming from where you were stood. The Ikran hissed back wildly and charged towards you. His heart was getting ready to exit his body at its speed and power, and he was panting in fear and anticipation, ready to jump in at any moment’s notice, in case you needed it. He saw you remove yourself quickly, skilfully, out of the animal’s way and wrap the yìmkxa around its mouth. Good, first step done. 

You then took a hold of your queue and jumped on the Ikran’s back, placing your thighs around its neck and squeezing with all of your might. The Ikran wrung its neck in an attempt to escape you, but you worked on this for months preparing for this day - you were not letting go. Neteyam saw the banshee make its way towards the edge of a cliff, and you wrapped the arm that wasn’t holding the queue around its neck for more support. 

Neteyam felt like he was going to pass out from the stress, and saw the next moments happen in slow motion, just like almost 7 years ago when you fell mid flight: the ikran managing to drop off the cliff, his wailing scream and immediate desire to join you, the hands of his mother and father wrapping around him keeping him in place, his own ikran dropping from a cliff at the sound of his call, him removing his parents’ hands forcefully and running towards his banshee, scrapping his arm painfully on the rock and the stabbing throb that followed, the feeling of a fresh injury and blood spilling down his arm, and yet still, no other thoughts in his mind than the need to save you, to right his past wrongs. 

He makes the bond quickly and before anyone could stop him, he’s in the air, flying around the rock and beneath it, trying to see where you could be. He was shocked to find you still on your ikran, holding for dear life while the animal was flying upside down, shaking itself furiously to get rid of you. He saw you drop the arm you were using to hold on to it, only managing to hold on by the strength in your thighs, and connected the queues with a loud yell.

“STOP!” He heard you scream. “TURN AROUND, NOW!” 

He couldn’t believe his eyes. You made your Tsaheylu, upside down, mid-flight. He watched as the banshee turned around and made its way back to where his family was, and he still had no words he could say to explain or describe what he was feeling in that moment. It was beyond words. He felt his arm twitching painfully and he quickly looked at it and saw the deep scratch that was leaking blood and staining his loincloth where his arm was laying. 

You did it. You actually did it. This little prick came at you with all her might and you still held on to her. You learnt a lesson or two from riding a banshee as a 13 year old defenceless human, and the most important lesson was: hold on for dear life. Good to see it came in handy. You also made it a point to thank Neteyam for making you hang upside down in trees to shoot down targets, you can see now it helped. You landed at the base of the rookery and watched as every one of your family members was smiling and yelling, cheering loudly for your accomplishment. They looked so happy, and you couldn’t help shed a small tear and the sight. 

These were your people, for the remainder of this short life, and you were happy you got to do this before you went. Happy you got to see them together, for you. You looked around at Neteyam and couldn’t see him, but then heard a loud, excited yelp from behind you. He looked so happy and proud, your heart swelled at the sight. This man would be the death of you, you knew. You loved him so much, and you knew it was time, time to talk through it. 

“First flight seals the bond.” he screams over the noise of the banshees and the waterfall. “Let’s go.”

The entire family called for their ikrans, and in less than a minute, you were airborne. You told your banshee to fly gently and straight, and held on tightly to her neck while you tried to adjust to all these new overwhelming emotions. The feeling of flying was incredible, so much more so than you remembered. Maybe because this time you were in control. The feeling of the Tsaheylu... Lo’ak was right, it was so much stronger than the Pa’li, the connection you had with this animal. You knew you were bonded for life, shared a kinship and bond no one could break until one of you died, maybe even after. The feeling of belonging, as you watched 5 other ikran fly alongside yours and help you through your first of many adventures in the sky. You felt grateful and happy to have made it so far before the inevitable end.

You made it at the village soon after eclipse, laughing and dancing while you walked back, hand in hand with Kiri who was rolling her eyes at you but joining in anyway. Tuk was holding your other hand, and you lifted her up and carried her all the way back while she played with your braids. 

As you arrived to your tent, you saw the rest of the family go into their own, with the promise you’d join after dropping all of your stuff. Neteyam stayed behind, closing his distance to you and only stopping when he was so close to you his chin was touching your forehead. It was only then you saw his arm, dried blood spilt everywhere and marring his beautiful blue stripes. His loincloth was also red, you noted, and saw the gash that was the culprit, high on his arm, still red and bleeding, although not enough to justify this much blood. It must have been bleeding for a while.

“What the hell happened to you?!” You said with a panicked voice.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” 

You raised and eyebrow at him and rolled you eyes, and pulled him to your tent by his uninjured arm. 

“Sit. I will clean and stitch it and then we can go for dinner.” 

He did as he was told, quietly sitting on the ground while you gathered supplies: some gauze, disinfectant, numbing cream, stitches and a needle driver, as well as some forceps and scissors. He squirmed at the sight, and you rolled your eyes again.

“You drive me crazy when you roll your eyes at me, you know? I would kill to be the reason your eyes roll in the back of your head at night.”

You blushed at his words, and sat next to him on the ground.

“You have to stop, Neteyam. We can’t do this again.”

You turned your focus on his wound, and began cleaning it slowly so as to not injure him further. 

“I can’t stop, Atan. I can’t think of anything else. I have so much I want to say to you, so much I need to get off my chest.”

He sounded sad, desperate for you to hear him out, his eyes pleading and pained. 

“How about we talk, after dinner? This time, you can be the one sneaking in my tent late at night.” you said sarcastically, not having forgotten his outburst from earlier and realising you were still angry at him for it. 

“Yes, please.” 

You sat in silence the rest of the time, as you worked with skilled, focused hands. You stitched his wound carefully, so as to not leave him with a scar. When you finished, you smiled up at him, and reached your hand to touch his face, moving a strand of beaded hair from it and pushing it behind his ear. He was so, so beautiful. He brought a hand to your chin and was pulling you closer, when someone entered the tent without making their presence known, making you both jolt back in shock. It was a girl. You’ve seen her before in the village, she was a healer in training. Beautiful and skilled, she was a good singer and a good craftswoman, making a lot of the clothes the Na’vi hunters wore. 

“Oh, Great Mother, here you are! Your mother told me about your injury, and I had to come find you so I could help!” She kneeled down on the other side of Neteyam from where you were sitting and touched Neteyam’s chest, moving him around looking for the bleed, that was no longer there. 

“Oh, it seems much better now than what was described. I guess it’s true what they say, you really are that skilled.” She turned her attention to you and smiled. 

“Thank you. I don’t think we’ve properly met.”

“You’re right, my bad! I’m Tiongli. Neteyam’s mate.” 

It was so quiet in the room now, you were sure they could both hear your heart break into a million pieces. 

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[loaksbitch]

“kissing your second lips” — jake sully (♥︎)

jake sully finger fucking you out like no tomorrow?? i think that’s it for today babies <3

warnings - just like i said, jake baby between your thighs is a warning itself🫦🫴🏽, nsfw.. hair pulling, face fucking, hips grinding, phrasing if you look through well (?) pussy eating, jake is a pussy god ok y’all — um that’s it

word count is 1.4k — the longest smut i’ve ever wrote and proud of ,, might as well have grammatical errors so sorry :((

watching your mate kneeled between your thighs you bite your lips and softly ask “what do you want to do to me?”

“make you feel good” jake was quick to answer.

you could swear you almost came right there at your spot. you smile and lean back on your elbows as he rejoin you go the bed in his hammock shared with you. setting himself between your thighs, he kissed you deeply as if you were a desert oasis and your lips held the water he needed.

he took your lower lips into his mouth, gently pulling it with his teeth before moving his attention a little lower.

he moved down your body, warming you with his touch and scorching you with his kiss. shyness made you bring your legs together but he easily separated them, humming his disapproval.

"keep them open," he whispered, “for me.” he’s practically begging.

your face heat up at his request and you did you best to comply as he kept moving lower. He kissed between your breasts, then kissed the swell of each one individually.

your breathing became heavier when he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.

the tingle of his tongue making you shudder and arch your back causing your breast to press to his face. jake hummed sending a tumble of vibration to your nipple.

“jake” you would gasp when he licks your nipple and blows an air to it. jake feels his cock twitch as his fingers slowly untie your loincloth and pull them ever so lightly. you let your head drop back and moan, the arch it naturally made in your back pressing her breast further into his mouth again.

jake brings his left hand and pushes you down to the bed before kneeling and taking your slightly messed up state. he can not wait to ruin you. “such a pretty sight you give.” he compliments and lean down to place a burning kiss down to your stomach not forgetting to please your other swollen breast the same attention he gave to the first.

kisses trail down your stomach causing you to suck air and hold it, eywa you’re so nervous. of course you’ve done oral several times but it always feels new to you, especially when it’s not well practiced in the na’vi.

well technically if you even tried to tell your own friends what oral is they would probably gag cause who the fuck thinks eating pussy is sign of love and pleasing? your husband jake does though.

you let a little whimper out when the cold air hits your bare sex, jake hold your knees softly as if you’d break if he tries to get rough with you. “stop shying me away, princess” he lightly use force to open your legs exposing you aroused folds.

“ngh..!” you would whimper when the back of his thumb press on to your clit. “so fuckin’ wet” jake mutters looking up to your face. he almost moans at your sight. he haven’t touched you yet you’re knitted your brows and biting your lips.

separating your folds slightly, he slid the swollen bud up and down between his index and middle finger, applying a little pressure, massaging either side of it and making you rut your hips toward him to feel more.

he showed you mercy and increased the pressure, bringing his fingers together instead and letting your clit roll from between them, like a pinch only much more sensual. jake watched your chest rise up and down incredibly mesmerized.

he parted his fingers and let your clit slide between them again and again, and you? you couldn’t help but wonder if this is what he felt when he stroked himself, the motion was so similar.

his fingers traveled up and down the length of your clit, bringing you closer to the edge of your composure each time, and you finally understood why he liked when you pumped him with your hands so much.

“baby,” jake smilies at your state. “you’re so pretty.” you feel him dab hard on to your clit. “so fucking pretty all shiny and wet” he circles your entrance softly but with force that’s enough to make you buckle your hips.

“uh-uh” jake sternly says before holding your ankle and yanking your legs apart. “don’t even dare bucking way.” he warns as you quickly nod.

your moans increased when jake slide two of his fingers inside you and curled them up enough to make you see stars. it’s not like he hasn’t fingered you before yet it feels so new every time he shoves his fingers inside you.

“feels good?”

you whimpered as a response and nodded, feeling the cord inside you stretching to its limit. "talk to me, princess. let me hear that sweet voice." your lips parted to let out a shuddering exhale.

“f-feels... good."

he hummed his approval, parted your legs more, and moved down your body so that his tongue could join in. it flicked your clit while his fingers kept massaging your spot, and the rope of tension inside you was pulled tighter.

your breathing increased to panting as he brought you closer to your peak but your journey kept getting interrupted by him stopping to shake his hair out of his face. fuck he forgot to tie it.

irritated, jake reached mumbled a curse and reached up and grabbed your wrist, bringing your hand into his hair. "hold it up," he tells you. you do as you’re told with a foggy mind as your mate leans down to finish his goal on making your cum and wouldn’t let his fucking hair ruin it

with shaky hand, you tighten your hold on his hair you gathered and feel him get back to work or kissing and licking your clit delicately. “oh fuck,” you breath out when he softly engulfs your clit and sucks it while his finger fucks you back to pandora

feeling like you’re in power when holding his braided hair in your hand, you tug him close to your squelching pussy making his nose grind a little above your clit. you open your legs wider and grind your hips on his face.

yellowish golden eyes open and meet your hooded gaze, jake ever so slightly nods giving you a sign to do it again. “mhm” he moans sending vibrations to your throbbing clit causing your eyes to roll back to your head. jake thinks how pretty you’re when you do this.

jake moans a little too louder this time making your half body rise up from the bed. “oh eywa,” he read your body like a familiar book. he doesn’t miss the way you whisper “again” and moans while sucking your nectar.

soon jake felt your inside clenching on his fingers that speeds up thrusting in and out of you. he moved the pad of his fingers in circle while he’s inside you. “you’re close.” he warns as if you’re not aware of it. your breath hitching every time he draws out and pushes back his finger in you.

“jake, jake, jake” you would constantly call his name as his lips leave a hiss in arousing pain from the way you tug his hair. “you’re okay, i’ve got you princess, cum for me” he gives your clit delicate kisses as a reward

“fuck” he whispers when he watches how your glistening juice oozes out of you, he was so fucking proud. jake only noticed he, himself was grinding onto the bed for friction. “baby you came so hard” he tells you making your cheeks redden.

“jake stop! no!” you tell him but it falls to deaf ears as he sucks his fingers he just fucked you with. “here, taste yourself.” your eyes widen when he leans to kiss you. “no, ew jak—“ your words are cut of with his forced but playful kiss lands on your lips, shoving his tongue to your mouth

once he makes sure you tasted yourself he leans back. “see?” you’re awfully quiet and he takes it as a yes. jake places a warm kiss on your head before leaving the bed suddenly. you’re smile drops and hold his strong arms.

“i’m just going to bring some wet towel,” you look at him confused making him smile, “to clean you up, princess.” on eywa you loved this man. “mhm,” you hum and watch the love of your life disappear to somewhere to fetch you what he just said.

y’all, first of i really like for this turned out so tell me what y’all think too :P i love each and every one of you. mwah!! like + reblog are appreciated and not pressured *heart eyes*