#neteyam x ash na’vi!reader

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Neteyam x Ash Na’vi!reader WITH LION KING 2 AU WHERE NETEYAM IS IN KIARA’S POSITON AND READER IS IN KOVUS

(Idc what y’all say imma do it)

[tiredmamaissy]

Insatiable

Neteyam's First Rut: Special Episode I

This takes place between ‘The Heat Within’ & ‘A Synchronous Fever’ in the ‘Neteyam’s First Rut’ series.

Neteyam's mate's POV of 'Inextinguishable'.

Read Special Episodes: Part II (Twin Flame) & Part III (Ashes) - links are also below.

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Main Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Avatar Omatikaya Reader y/n (19) [will be referred to as Neteyam’s mate or n/m]

Supporting Characters: Lo’ak Sully (19) x Na’vi Omatikaya Reader y/n (19) [will be referred to as Lo’aks mate or l/m]

Warnings: extreme nsfw, heavy smut, heat cycle, dom neteyam, lil bit of fluff, profanity, usage of ‘slut’, marking

Word Count: 6k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: This is Neteyam x Reader’s POV of ‘Inextinguishable’. Enjoy ♡

“Oh shit.” You gasp, grabbing Neteyam by the arm. “Neteyam... isn’t that Lo’ak’s mate?” you point, unable to look away from the curled-up figure on the ground.

Neteyam quickly turns around, hearing the fear in your voice.

“What? Where?” he scans the forest in a hurry, finally seeing her lifeless body on the soft flora. “Shit. It is.”

The strong scent of lionberry and mossy wood wafts past you both. For you, the scent is almost calming, if you could wear it like a perfume, you would. But it clearly had a different effect on Neteyam, as you watch your mate rush over to her, scooping her up in his arms and carry her back to his banshee. For a minute you feel something new, something Neteyam has never made you feel before – jealous. 

It was silly; she was clearly not herself. But you had only seen Neteyam act like that for you, act so protective. Granted, it’s what you would have told him to do had he not done it himself. Shrugging it off, you climb up on his ikran, seating yourself behind her, supporting her limp body with yours.

“She is in heat, isn’t she Nete?” you ask him, smelling her scent grow stronger.

“Definitely.” He states through gritted teeth.

It even sounds like he’s restraining himself in some way. As if he’s trying not to pounce on her right here, right now. Your heart feels like it’s caving in, being crushed under the pressure of the weight of his single word, ‘definitely’. You look down, to see her flushed cheeks, the beads of sweat dripping down her chest... the arousal of her body.

You can’t deny it, her scent is enticing – addictive, even. Her wet hair plasters itself against your chest as she leans back into you, snuggling into your bosom. Watching her rub her face into your breast makes your heart thump, hard. Surprised by your own body’s reaction to her carnal state, you look at Neteyam, wondering if he feels the same way.

He must feel the same, right? If not... worse.

Slipping under the trance of her heat, your breath becomes raggedly, and loud. You were practically panting, feeling her feverish body warm yours up, too. It’s all too overwhelming – the warmth of her body, the sweat coating your chest in a layer of sheen, her erotic expression... the little, sweet noises escaping her flushed lips – her scent.

It makes you... tense. To the point where even Neteyam notices.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asks, holding his breath.

The choked-up voice brings you back to reality in an instant. You see his hand reach behind him, searching for your thigh, almost brushing against hers instead. Moving your hand from her waist, you grab his hand and rest it on your clammy thigh.

“Yes. Just... hurry.” You pant lightly. “She - she doesn’t look too great.”

She really didn’t, but the truth is that you’re not feeling all that great either.

“I know. I know. We are almost there.” He reassures you, squeezing your thigh before letting go.

----

Neteyam carries her quickly to the tent, placing her gently on the woven mat. You both look down at her body, glistening from sweat, as she shakes her head from side to side. Her little whimpers are turning into lengthy groans the more time passes. Neteyam is visibly uncomfortable, shielding his nose with his forearm and backing up to the door.

“What is it? Are her pheromones too much for you? Too arousing?” you spit, letting the jealousy overcome you.

He grits his teeth and tightens his brows. “What? Y/n. No.” he snaps at you. “...they are making me sick.” He confesses, backing up even more. “I cannot stay here. I am going to call for Lo’ak.”

As bad as it sounds, you feel better knowing that he feels sick rather than hot and bothered by your sister-in-law.

“Sorry. I – I think she is affecting me, too.” You babble, feeling lightheaded.

“Sorry, ma’ yawne [beloved]. I must go.” He grimaces, walking swiftly out the door.

Left alone with her, you scan her body thoroughly. She’s drenched in sweat, yet shivering violently as if she were cold. Sympathizing with her, you sweep back the stands hair stuck to her forehead and wipe her down with a wet cloth.

Is this what I look like when I’m in heat, too?

You know the cloth is useless and that only Lo’ak could provide any sort of relief for her, but it’s all you could do for her. She’s practically writhing in pain, mumbling under her breath, yearning for her mate. You know the feeling all too well, you could really empathize with her. It feels as if you’re going through it too, just by watching her curl into a foetal position.

It must be burning... there, now. You pity her, staring at her clutching her womb.

Feeling woozy, you mirror her movements, wrapping your hand around your abdomen, too.

“I know what you are feeling. It is not nice. But do not fret...” you ring out the cloth, “...Neteyam has called for your mate.” You whisper, wiping down the back of her neck. “He will fix you right up... okay?” you ask, not really expecting an answer.

“Mmm... mhm.” She moans between pants, leaning into your touches as she backs herself up onto you.

You let out a breathy chuckle, smiling down at her. “Not me, silly. I can’t do much for you. So, sorry about that...” you glance at her tail, coiling around your leg. “Hang in there... Lo’ak is almost here, I am sure of it.” You pat her thigh before dipping the cloth back into the water.  

----

“Lo’ak. Where are you? Why did you leave her alone?” Neteyam shouts, holding the button on his throat microphone.

“What? What do you mean? I was with her an hour ago, bro.” Lo’ak shouts back.

Neteyam doesn’t answer, as he breathes through a wave of nausea, swallowing the saliva that pools in his mouth.

“Bro?” Lo’ak repeats.

“Come quick. She doesn’t look good.” Neteyam states quickly. “She is with my mate... I had to leave the room. Her pheromones are making me nauseous.” he takes a deep breath, hearing nothing but silence.

“Lo’ak.” Neteyam spits.

“Just. Shut up. I’m almost there.” Lo’ak growls.

Just as he said – Lo’ak lands with a loud thump.

Neteyam watches his brother dismount his ikran, embodying that of a very pissed off thanator. He braces for impact, feeling too queasy to properly defend himself from his brother’s uncontrollable temper.

“Lo’ak. Calm, brother.” Neteyam snaps, staggering from the wooziness.

Fortunately for Neteyam, the faint moan of his mate pierces the air, causing the thanator to lock onto a new target. Lo’ak pushes past Neteyam, shoving him out the way. Neteyam sits down and puts his head between his legs, hoping it’ll ease up the light-headedness.

----

Lo’ak opens the door, making you jump in your skin. You watch as he’s overpowered by his mate’s pheromones, covering his face with his hand as he makes his way into the room. He rushes over and kneels before his mate, who’s now under a sheeting, drenched with her sweat. He lifts his head briefly to give you a quick nod – as if to say, thank you. You shoot him a smile, before getting up to leave the tent to join your mate.

“Ma’ teyam?” you call for him, not seeing him in your direct line of sight.

“Down here.” He mutters, head still between his legs.

You gasp from hearing his voice, still on edge from l/m's heat. Looking at your feet, you see Neteyam sitting down on a branch next to the tent.

 “Oh, my baby. Is it that bad?” you ask, feeling sorry for him.

“Mmmn. Feel like ‘m gonna be sick.” He pants, drooling from the excess saliva flooding his mouth.

The sight is like stones in your heart.

“Alright, alright. You’re okay. I am here now, Nete.” You hum as you seat yourself next to him and rub circles into his back. “Take a deep breath with me.” You breathe with him, holding his braids out the way.

It seems to be a thing where you care for others, today.

Not that you minded it, you were a healer in training anyways. But you couldn’t deny your own uneasiness. Your own wooziness.

The scent of lionberry and mossy wood completely inundates you and Neteyam as Lo’ak walks past with his mate in his arms. Before you know it, Neteyam is dry heaving, trying his best not to throw up.

“Okay, okay. We gotta’ go.” you insist, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Come on. Up we go, Nete.” You grunt, struggling to stand up with this dead weight on your shoulder.

Although you didn’t have the strongest frame, your legs feel significantly weaker. You put it off to this entire ordeal. Snaking your hand around his waist, you pull him up with you, supporting him as you walk towards your shared tent. He really wasn’t carrying much of his weight, or at least that’s how it felt.

“Walk with me, ma’ teyam.” You huff, feeling his braids swing against your face as he makes feeble tempts to walk to the tent. “Almost there. Just a few more steps.”

He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as another wave of nausea washes over him, stopping him in his tracks. You hold your position, supporting him on your wobbly legs whilst he catches his breath.

“Sorry, y/n.” he groans between raggedy breaths.

“For what? Being sick?” you laugh, “Don’t be.”

“No. For earlier... I hurt your feelings, didn’t I?” he looks up at you through his knitted brows, with big glossy eyes.

His eyes always made you fold in two, and he knew it. You brush it off, rolling your eyes and shaking your head slightly.

“Psh. Nah. I have no idea what you are talking about.” You smile, nudging him towards your shared hammock.

“I am serious, I can tell. You are my mate, after all.” He huffs, walking through the doors of your tent.

“Shh. It’s fine, my love.” You mutter, lowering him on the floor. “Who knew a little pheromone would make a big man like you crumble.” You giggle, lightening the mood.

Neteyam pulls you towards him, causing you to fall into his warm chest. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, snuzzling into you as he takes a deep breath, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Yours do.” He hums, rubbing his face against your supple skin. “I crumble monthly... for you.” he glances up at you before moving up to your collarbone.

Maybe it was the jealousy you felt earlier, or perhaps it was Lo’ak’s mates overpowering scent, but Neteyam’s innocent touches are sending shivers down your spine. It feels so good – so right. You can’t help but melt into him, rubbing your cheek against his braids, also inhaling his natural scent.

“Thank you, my beloved.” He smiles into your collarbone, sliding his hands up your waist.

“For?” you moan, feeling dizzy.

“Your pheromones. They are making me feel better.” He mumbles into your chest, feeling an immense amount of relief.

The woozy feeling is too intense to ignore anymore. It’s starting to affect your hearing, making Neteyam’s voice into a low echo.

“Hmm?” you hum, not quite understanding what he’s babbling on about.

“When did you learn how to control your pheromones?” He asks, kissing the fleshiness of your breasts.

“I – I don’t know what you are saying.” You moan softly, pushing your chest against him. “I mean... what you’re talking about.” You swallow your spit, struggling with your words. “Nete. I don’t feel so well.” you confess, now seeing two of him kissing your chest.

He looks up at you, seeing your dazed expression. His eyes bulge at the sight, knowing he’s seen this look on your face before – like two weeks ago to be exact.

“Can her heat make me sick, too?” you whisper, although it comes out more as a soft whimper.

“My love... did you not get your heat this month already?” he questions you, already knowing the answer.

“Mmmn, were you not there my nete?” you moan softly, mounting your mate.

He watches as you crawl on top on him, sitting on his pelvis as you wiggle around to find a more comfortable position. Using the back of his hand, he feels your forehead. Sure enough, you're burning up.

“You feel hot, like you have a fever.” He whispers, dropping his hand back down to your waist.

“Mhm... mhm. Feels that way. Think I’m sick, like you.” you hum, your head collapsing into his neck.

“I do not think so, sweetheart.” He chuckles huskily, sliding his hands up to your breasts and kneading them gently.

“I think you are in heat, my little one.”

Pulling back, you look down at him with heavy eyes. “W-what?” you breathe.

“Mhm.” He hums, bucking his hips into you suddenly. “I can smell it.” He looks down at your pelvises rubbing against one another – sticky from your slick.

“I can feel it.” He growls, snapping his gaze back up to yours.

For a moment, you think about how Lo’ak's mate must be feeling. Is it like how you feel now? Or is more intense? You think back to the banshee ride to hometree, about how her hot body nuzzled into yours, heating you up too... how her little mewls and moans filled your ears – how her scent put you on edge.

“Did you like her scent?” you ask breathlessly, trying to recall how it smelled.

Neteyam looks up at you dumbfounded, to be met with your intoxicated expression.

“Yep. You are definitely in heat if you are asking such a question.” He laughs at the fact that you’ve already forgotten what the last hour has been like for him.

Trailing your body with his eyes, he takes in the sight of your sweaty skin, your stiff nipples poking through your top... your flushed cheeks – your lustful facial expression. It dawns on him that you’re reminiscing about Lo’ak’s mate in heat. Now he’s the one who’s jealous.

What better a thing to cause him to succumb his territorial urges?

“Why? Did you?” he breathes, bucking his hips once more – even harder.

You bite your tongue, afraid to admit your true feelings to your mate. That, yes, you were aroused by another woman’s pheromones. They excited you, just like they put you in heat.

“Hmm?” Neteyam lets out a throaty growl, sliding his hands to your hips to squeeze them harshly. “Did you?!” he thrusts into you, making your tender breasts bounce.

“Ugh! F-fuck...maybe.” you confess through strained whimpers, grinding into the hard imprint under his loincloth.

This riles Neteyam up. The thought of you being all hot and bothered by another person, another woman, in heat at that... makes him – horny.

He didn’t quite understand it, he was confused, even. Just a second ago he was jealous, and ready to fuck the sense back into you. But now? The mere thought of the flesh between your legs dampening due to her scent... drives him feral.

“Yeah? And now I have to clean up this mess...” he growls, shoving his hand between your slick covered legs. “...such a fucking slut.” He mumbles, pushing your loincloth to the side and ramming two digits deep inside your slippery cunt.

Under the trance of your heat, Neteyam surrenders to his animalistic urges, ripping the flimsy cloth that covers your breast off your chest with his free hand. He takes your nipple into his mouth in a hurry, nipping at it with his teeth. You yelp out, feeling pleasure from his rough fingering and from the pain in your breast, causing him to pop off your nipple.

“T-take this off me, Nete.” You moan, tugging at the band of your loincloth as you grind even harder into his fingers.

“I want you to beg for it. Beg for me” he demands, hooking his fingers right into your sweet spot.

“Oh! Oh Neteyam!” you cry out, feeling your eyes well up with tears from how good his fingers feel. “Please... I want you inside me!”

“Fuck. Why am I even stretching you?” he hisses, yanking his fingers out of your cunt. “You don’t even fucking need it.”

He raises his hand in front of his face, pulling apart his fingers to reveal thick strings of slick connecting them together. Hurriedly taking his fingers into his mouth, he sucks your sweet, sweet slick clean off his digits, swallowing it hungrily.

Without wasting another second, he rips your loincloth into two, completely deeming it unwearable. He throws the torn, raggedy cloth to the side, gripping you by your hips and forcibly rubbing your hot slit against his loincloth.

His eager movements make you whine loudly, as you make poor attempts to take his covered cock inside of you – desperate for your release. The itchiness inside your womb is unbearable and too deep for just his fingers to scratch. You just want to ram his entire length inside you and grind your hips into his pelvis to satiate the itch.

“Good Eywa. Look at you...” he grunts, “... trying to fuck me through my loincloth.” He lets loose a breathy laugh, watching you actually get the tip in.

“Please... it’s so itchy. Neteyam! I need it. ‘ts burning... Please. P-please!” you beg loudly, shoving your hips down onto him.

“Always talking about your itch, huh? Always so needy...” he hums, ripping his own into two before throwing it into the pile of torn up rubbish.

His cock springs up, slapping against your cunt, making you jolt from the sudden raw touch.

“I – I, oh! Nete. Ugh... just... ngh! do it...” you sob needily, feeling the heat of your body take over.

It feels like your head is spinning, as the room moves rapidly around you, burring your vision completely. Your raggedy breaths turn into heavy pants, silently begging your mate to hurry. You can’t see properly, much less form a rational thought, or say a proper sentence.

“I said...” he digs his nails into your hips, “... I want to hear you beg for me, little one.” He growls, sliding your hips up and down against his shaft, coating it with your thick slick.

The stiffness of his cock rubbing against your clit is like pure bliss, like you could cum from just this. You’re so focused on the feeling that you can’t even hear the echo of his voice anymore. Picking up the pace with your hips, you rock back and forth, rubbing your hot, sticky clit against his member.

“Beg!” he shouts, bringing you back to reality.

“Fuck! Please!” you sob, tears now streaming down your face. “...please, baby. I’m losing it. I need you.” you quiet down into whimper.

Feeling sorry for you, he squeezes your hips and lifts you high enough for him to position his cockhead right at the entrance of your hole. He lingers there, taking a second to look into your watery, drunk eyes.

“Mawey, my good girl. I’m going to sort you out, now.” he moans, shoving your hips down onto his cock, watching his entire length disappear into your tight, wet cunt.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!” you scream, finally scratching the itch with his cock, rolling your hips around in circles.

“I know. I know, baby.” He hums, allowing you to use him however you see fit.

Neteyam knows exactly how to deal with you - how to calm you, even without his knot, although that’s what you need the most. He’d withhold it from you, until you were a sobbing mess on your knees begging for it.

It usually meant your heat would be longer – more drawn out, but that’s okay because you had your mate with you. He has the stamina to keep up with you, unlike Lo’ak. He worried for his brother and tried to give him a few lessons some time ago in preparation for his mate’s heat, but he didn’t seem very interested.

‘The main thing is to start slow, or you’ll burn up with her.’ His own voice echoes in his head.

He sets a lazy rhythm, pushing his cock as deep as it can go inside you, before pulling out half way and stuffing you all over again. His languid thrusts were enough to keep the emptiness at bay, and deep enough to scratch that maddening itch.

Barely enough.

Your heat’s been induced by another na’vi’s pheromones, jumping starting it a week earlier to sync with hers. It just so happens that this is her first heat – the most intense, hottest heat. It feels like you’re first heat, all over again. The infernal blaze that flickers deep in your chest grows bigger, menacing – insatiable.

“Mmnh! No... ‘tis not enough! Deeper, deeper!” you beg.

You lift your legs to squat on his pelvis, hoping the position will open you up more so that you can drill his hot cock deeper inside of you. Neteyam watches you in shock – brows raised, eyes bulging out his head, lips slightly parted.

You’re panting heavily, grabbing onto his face to pull him into yours as your rest your forehead on his. You search his eyes as you struggle to ram his cock deeper inside, thanks to your shaky legs.

He's astounded by your lewd, insistent body language. He’d only see you act this way so early in your heat when it was your first – when you used him like your own personal fuck toy. You needed leverage, something to hold onto so you could shove more of him inside you.

Wrapping your dainty fingers around his throat, you hold on tightly while you slam your hips into his. The sound of skin smacking against skin and the squelching noises of your cunt permeate the air.

They become louder than your moans, which are toning down into little whimpers as you near your first climax of the day. Your noses brush against one another whilst you pant tiny, sweet mewls into each other’s mouths.

You start to babble, not aware of what you’re saying.

“I love... *slam* this *slam* cock. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Your whisper, your eyes pooling with tears.

“Shit, y/n. Why is your heat so intense?” he lets out a choked whisper, searching your eyes for some trace of you left. "Who knew a little pheromone could make a girl like you crumble?" he laughs.

“I – I don’t know. Just. Shut up. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” You chant, tears now rolling down your cheeks.

“Woman. You need to slow down. I am going to cum in you... shit.” he breathes into your mouth, pulling back his pelvis slightly.

“Stop. Don't move Nete. I'm almost there.” You chase his pelvis with yours. “More... more, please, more.” You beg quietly, so, so close to cumming.

“Shh... shh, ease up, y/n.” he pleads with you, pushing away your hips.

“Don’t... ngh. Don’t push me away, I’m almost there, teyam!” your soft moans become louder.

“F-fuck. Me too. Ugh - good eywa, you need to... ngh... fucking slow down.” Neteyam whimpers underneath you, dipping his head back as he tries to resist filling you up already.

“...and you need to shove more of this cock inside me!” you cry out, feeling the swell of your sweet spot.

Frustrated with your demanding, whiney behaviour, he decides to put you in your place. You feel his hand snake up your back, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pull you backwards, ripping your hands off his throat.

“Stop – fuck. Stop talking like that!” he raises his voice, on the verge of releasing his essence inside you.

His firm grip has you even more aroused – your body submitting even more to his rough touches. “Just like that! Oh, Eywa. Mark me, already!” you shout, flinging your head back to make space for his teeth.

“Yeah? That’s what you fucking want? Fuck.” he shouts, “Such a needy little thing you are.” He pounces on you, knocking the wind out of you as your back hits the floor.

Grabbing you by your leg, he swings it over to the other side, flipping you on your stomach – cock still deep inside you.

“You wanna be fucked? Hmm? You want my big fucking cock? Yes?” he growls, pinning your head to the ground whilst he shoves his cock even deeper inside you, piercing your bruised cervix with his tip.

“Ohh! Oh f-fuck! Yes Neteyam!” You sob loudly, finally being tamed by his touch. “Mark me... please!” you squeal, backing yourself onto him.

“Quiet.” He growls, giving you a hard thrust.

He crouches over you, panting hot breaths onto your neck, tempted to actually sink his teeth into you.

“One more whiney noise out this filthy mouth of yours and see what fucking happens.” He moves his hand from your head to your face, plunging two fingers into your mouth.

“Make me fucking cum!” You squeal, biting his fingers and spreading your legs even wider, feeling the knots in your muscles unwind.

“Sst!” he hisses, yanking his fingers out your mouth. “Fuck. You earned this, you little slut.”

He holds your hands behind your back by your wrists with one hand, and bites down on your shoulder, hard, locking his jaw onto you as you thrash around.

You feel his fangs pierce through your skin, as you writhe underneath your mate who is now pushing his growing knot at the entrance of your cunt. The pressure is immense – it’s like ecstasy, flooding your empty womb. The itch is being scratched and it feels so good.

“Cumming!” you let loose a hoarse scream, flinging your head back as your entire body shudders under his grip.

He doesn’t let up, he just sinks his teeth even deeper into you, sucking lightly as he holds his position inside you – pinning you down with his bite and grip.

He’s grunting and groaning into your shoulder, closing his eyes to savour the feeling of your pussy pulsating feverishly around his cock, trying to milk its essence directly into your womb. He waits patiently for you to come down from your high, tricking your body into thinking it’s been knotted by staying deep inside your cunt.

As the heat subsides, and the emptiness is filled, you calm down from your high and start to feel the new burning sensation in your shoulder. Your little pants turn into whimpers, feeling the pain radiate down your back. He unlatches from your shoulder and licks the wound with his warm tongue.

“Better, my love?” he pants heavily, still deep inside of you.

“Mhm...” you hum, wincing from the pain in your shoulder.

“I know your little ‘itchy’ sensation is gonna come back the second I pull out of you.” He whispers breathlessly in your ear, moving quickly to lick your wound once more.

Neteyam feels your shaky legs give out underneath you, making you sprawl out flat on the woven mat. He follows your every movement, ensuring to stay inside of you until he catches his breath enough to go another round – he hasn’t gotten his fill yet, after all. Giving you a few more minutes of relief, he slowly pulls out of your cunt, making you whine in the process.

“Ready for round two, ma’ munxta [mate]?” he growls deeply in your ear.

Just like he said, the itchiness comes flooding back in, filling up the deepest parts of your womb. You can’t help but groan from the sensation, frustrated that it’s back so soon.

Pulling out of your gaping hole, he looks down to see a thick rope of your slick connecting you to his throbbing, swollen cock. He yanks you back up onto all fours, smacking your ass as if to say ‘stay put’ while he drops to his knees to shove his nose into your cunt, deeply inhaling your sweet scent.

“Fuck. Everything about you is so... delicious.” He moans, lapping up the juices that drip slowly down your thighs.

----

The days blend as they pass, all consisting of the same things – fucking, cumming, cleaning, sleeping, eating, drinking. The cycle repeats, hour after hour, day after day – night after night. You were insatiable, riding and grinding against his numb cock when he just couldn’t take anymore. In a lot of the moments, he just let you take the lead – but he never allowed you to take his knot. He wouldn’t let a repeat of your first heat happen again.

Neteyam is lying down flat on the mat, completely covered in your pussy juices. He’s panting, unable to take a full breath anymore. His body aches, muscles inflamed and throbbing from carrying you around the tent because you refused to let him pull out.

You cling to your mate, desperate and delirious from the intensity of your heat. It’s still so hot, you wish you could step out of your skin. Not even tsaheylu was helping you.

“Nete...” you look down at your mate through blurry vision, “ah...haah... ha... I can’t take... this anymore.” you sob, tears running down your cheeks.

“Oh, y/n. I’m so sorry... I do not understand why it is lasting so long” his voice cracks, “... but it’s almost over, my love.” He clears his throat, caressing your shaky thighs. “How about we take a break and drink something?” he suggests hopefully, needing a break himself.

You shake your head side to side, struggling to support your sweaty body with your trembling hands on his stomach. The sweat that drips from your forehead pools into the dips of his stomach, mixing with his to form a small puddle. At least your double vision is gone now, and you can hear him clearly.

“Why? Why don’t you just knot me and put me out my misery?” you cry quietly, rocking your hips into him once more.

Neteyam sighs loudly, letting his head drop back into the mat. He stares up at the roof of your tent garnering the energy to repeat himself for the tenth time. He knows you’re not feeling like yourself – that you’re completely out of it.

“My love.” He looks back down at your sticky pelvises, “I cannot. As much as I want to... we cannot. And as the only sane one here... I must be firm with you.” he drops his head back on the mat, still feeling winded.

“Neteyam.” Lo’ak’s shaky, hoarse voice chimes in through his earpiece. “...I can’t keep up with her. There’s no food or water left, and this is lasting way longer than I thought it would. I need your help, brother.”

Finally, a light in the haziness of this torturous three day long heat. Neteyam presses the button on his throat microphone, and lets loose a breathless chuckle, finding this whole ordeal amusing.

“The great Lo’ak! I tried to warn you, start slow or you will burn out.” He smiles to himself, unable to follow his own advice. “...And, uh – I can’t help you.” you grind against his swollen cock, trying to drill it even deeper into you. “...Mmn. I’m tied up myself.” Neteyam looks up into your inebriated eyes. “Thanks to your mate, mine went into heat early. Ask Kiri.” He huffs between heavy pants.

“Kiri? No, bro. You know she’s not going to help me out.” Lo’ak croaks, feeling lightheaded. “Please... Just bring your mate with you.” he begs.

“No, I cannot. She is in heat, are you not hearing?” he responds, using his thumb to rub circles into your sore clit. “Lo’ak - fuck. She’s finally calming down now... if I bring her around your mate’s pheromones, she’s going to milk me dry.” Neteyam curses.

“I don’t care bro, let ‘em at each other. I don’t mind. Please.” Lo’ak begs, out of breath. “Please. I think I’m gonna pass out again... just come.”

Pass out? Shit. I might too. But again? Neteyam thinks.

“Pass out? Again?” he swallows his spit, watching you bite back a moan.

“Bro, you don’t understand. This woman is feral. I don’t even know how many times I’ve knotted her at this point. Please.” Lo’ak pleads desperately with his older brother.

Yes, I do understand. Good Eywa.

“Baby bro. You... you knotted her? I thought I warned you not to.”

 Neteyam covers your mouth, feeling your cunt heat up again as your walls clench around his cock. He takes his finger off the button.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum for me again? You better hold it, pretty girl.” Neteyam warns you.

You nod quickly, grunting into his hand as you struggle to withhold your moans. He rewards you with a quick pat on your thigh before he presses the button once more.

“You think I have any say in what’s going on? This woman is using me like a sex toy. All sensation is just gone for me at this point. You don’t understand.” Lo’ak argues, on the verge of tears.

“Agh. I do underst – you know what. Forget it.” He gives up, realizing his brother is also out of it. “Even if I could manage to fly there now, your mate’s pheromones make me sick.”

“Not with your mate in heat too. Hers will keep you calm, just come bro. Hurry... S-she’s pushing me out of her again, hurry... please.” he sobs hysterically.

“Pushing you out of her?” he laughs breathily, watching your hips grind against his.

You hold on to his wrist cups your mouth, picking up the speed of your hips. He looks up at you and sees your eyebrows pinch together – the face you always make before cumming.

“Alright, alright. I need to go. I’ll let you know if I can come.” Neteyam responds quickly, taking his finger off the button.

“Speaking of coming...” he takes his hand off your mouth, “...you can cum for me, now.” he insists, gripping your hips and rocking into you.

“Oh. Neteyam! 'm cumming!” you gasp for air, letting the knots in your stomach unravel as you squirt all over your mate once more.

“Jeez, y/n. I do not understand how you keep making so much cum...” he looks at the mess you made on him before looking back up at you. “Feeling better now, sweetheart?”

You collapse into him, putting all your weight on him as you nuzzle into his chest, inhaling his scent. The itch was insatiable, no matter how many times you came on him, the itch would come right back as soon as he pulled out of you.

“’m sorry Nete...” you pant “...still so itchy... so hot.” You sob quietly into his chest.

“Mawey, my love. You’re okay. It is almost over.” He hums in your ear, drawing circles into your back. “How do you feel about us going to help Lo’ak?”

“Mhm. Mhm.” You moan, closing your eyes.

“Alright, try and sleep, baby. I’ll page Kiri.” He whispers, kissing you on your forehead as he repositions you.

“No! I – I wanna help her, teyam.” You babble, not knowing what you’re saying anymore.  

“Oh? Her? I thought we were helping Lo’ak, not his mate.” he chuckles, sitting up and wrapping your legs around his waist. “Let us go, ma’ yawne.”

Neteyam lifts you up, still inside of you, and wraps a sheet around the two of you. He calls for his ikran, who lands not too far from the tent. The walk of shame there wasn’t too bad, as most na’vi were in their tents by this time.

Only a couple na'vi saw you, and quickly turned their heads when they realized what was going on - especially seeing you two bonded. You cling to your mate, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he mounted his ikran.

“Sorry, my sweatheart.” He apologizes, breaking tsaheylu with you so that he can bond with his banshee.

You whine at the sensation, now feeling the full intensity of your heat. Clinging even tighter onto him, you nuzzle your face into the nook of his neck, inhaling deeply. You sleep on the way there, and wake up to the sweet, sweet scent of lionberry and mossy wood...

Note: Damn y’all. I did not plan for it to be this long, but here we are, lol. As much as I wanted him to knot her, I remembered that in ‘a synchronous fever’ he said “...and somehow, I have been able to restrain myself from knotting you during your heats.” So, I had to stay true to the story line. Sorry the end was sort of abrupt, I’m hella burnt out, I won’t lie. But I will be doing another part to this – if that’s what you guys want. But I think I’m going to take a day or two to reset! I feel like I’m rewriting the same thing repeatedly (r.e. descriptive words/phrases/nicknames/etc.)

Lo'ak's POV: Inextinguishable

Part II: Twin Flame

Part III: Ashes [aftercare]

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Heyyy so I saw your requests post and I’ve been dying to get this one off my chest, so how about a neteyam x omaticaya! warrior! reader where reader’s a fierce warrior (maybe a protege of one of the higher ups). And we all know Neteyam (the mighty warrior lol) is strong and also one of the best their age, but what if Neteyam had such intense feelings for her that all he wants to do is impress her but whenever she comes around he gets all klutzy and flustered? And of course she finds it funny and cute and all that jazz. Just fluff I NEED FLUFF

P.s. The decision to fulfill this request is yours and I won’t be upset if you decide you don’t want to. As long as you’re comfortable, all’s fine by me.

But yeaaa have a good day/night :)

Authors note:

Hi babes!

So I loved this request so much! So I decided to make my very first actual long series! ‘Virago’ is going to be an original work and one of my first long projects. Unfortunately, I will not have a TON of time to do smaller requests in between chapters but i will def try! I’m very excited for this and i wouldn't have even considered this without the request so thank you so, so much.   

                                     

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Part 1.

The Day the Sky Turned Red.

8.7k words.

𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼/𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼/𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼/

‘Y/n was made of fire. Oh, a goddess girl with lips of lightning and a caged Phoenx under her skin. Neteyam is just the ashes and remains of the heavens she crushed under her heel.’

When grief plagues the young warrior, Neteyam gives her a gift. But it is enough to console the flames in her heart?

Neteyam and reader having a sun x moon relationship (hello 'diaphanous’ readers <3)

Warnings: Descriptions of death/ parental death/ reader is a war orphan/ as always, spider, the reader, and Lo’ak are a trio/ Lo’ak and Reader being platonic soulmates?/ Spider and Reader being trauma twins/ Neteyam being lovesic/ Neteyam being nervous and shy around reader/ Neytiri being mother/ Jake being the husband i wish i had/ Tuk being a little sister and looking up to y/n/ Mentions of grace’s school.

Mentions of insecurity, blood, war, guns, reader being mommy/

I think that’s it?

Oh right, Reader fell first but neteyam fell WAY harder.

Extra info:

Y/n is one year younger than neteyam, the first part of this chapter is a flashback to when y/n was 15. Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk are the agesthey are in atwow for the first part of the story. They age up in part 2 (in story)

(Ka’lik is the name of Y/ns father, her mother’s name is Zensira. Both were warriors, but Zensira was the best songstress in the clan. (Ninat go cry to the plant in the corner)) 

Super important note for the request sender:

Hey gorgeous so ik you asked for fluff and don't worry babes. I hear ya loud and clear. Unfortunately the first part of this chapter will be a bit angsty bc the creative juice were flowing and i got carried away but I swear on my grave the rest is nothing but fluff and lovey dovey shenanigans,

Not proofread

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To some, surrender was a comfort. A sanctuary of softly spoken submission.

To Y/n? It was a ‘bitch move’

3 years ago.

Day the sky people returned.

Y/n is 15-16

The Na’vi say, every person is born twice.

That we can redeem ourselves in the eyes of the great mother. 

That being truly evil doesn't mean just craving the pain of others. 

That the life of a single diseased root does not kill the whole tree.

That darkness is deadly, because like the brothers and sisters of bountiful green that dwell in the great mother’s garden, we too need sunlight to grow.

Your mother always told you monsters aren't born from a seed.

They grow when they are deprived of light.

But sometimes, we find solace in even the darkest of places. 

That sometimes there's comfort in the dense night. Where others see hell, you build a home.

Sometimes we thrive in darkness because we feel we do not deserve the glory of sunlight. 

Is it wrong? Is it terrible of you?

To see light where the great mother’s grace and the violence of the sky demons collide?

Things that were not meant to tear the ground of our great mother’s delicate skin.

Their metals and turning wheels, their combat boots and weapons that scream and spit fire.

But did it belong in your hands?

Your father would say, 

“Each person is a thread, weaved within a tapestry that tells a story.”

The thing about stories is that sometimes, they may not always end well, or worse, they end too early. Some people stretch the thread as far as they can, too unsettled to be spread too thin, too soon.

Change is fundamental. Mo’at reminded you “there is no death, only change”

A moral structure that refuses to be severed. You believe that's whats what distincts na’vi from the sky people. Humans are quite flawed creatures. Humans love to dream and dance about stars and rain because their planet refuses to cry for them any longer. Humans dwell with memories that are haunted with light that only exists in the past, lingering behind desire to relive. Humans are afraid of grief, or loss. Of the empty void that lingers behind the shadows. Humans love to selfishly cling to the fantasy they don't live in.

You will never understand why they put themselves through such violent tendencies. To torture themselves. To provide reach towards an unseen daydream just to rip it out of their hands.

Humans remain. Na’vi evolve.

Na’vi find solace within the endless sky. Burning with color, blazing infinite. Na’vi dance on the precipice of the clouds. 

Grief came over like the waves grazing the tide, promising reassurance and return.

Violence was never a necessity. A lingering intrusion of a spark that refused to become a flame. 

But what lies beyond the sky? Was there truly a shadow behind the sun?

When the embers refused to settle.

You found yourself infatuated with open spaces. Abundance found within indecipherable notions.

Cracks in the mountains. Small tears in the tapestry where light leaked through the canopy of the trees.

Nothingness was never a threat.

Not when the promise of warmth remained.

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Y/n met grief when she was only a child.

When she was 15, the RDA returned.

The day the sky turned red was the day the air smelled of sulfur and blood. 

Gray and red were never a pretty combination.

The demon ship’s wings stirred the trees and a storm of dust arise, 

Screaming, everyone running, the distant screeches of ikran and war cries.

The night your parents went out to gather some herbs, and never returned. 

When the pale light of the moon became a blazing, scorching, blanket of blankness that simmered into a forest engulfed in white flames. 

You found your mothers songcord on the ground the next morning.

Her body stained with red.

You stood next to Neteyam at your parent’s funeral.

You watched as Mo’ats hands guided the delicate floating Atokirina to rest upon your mothers chest as she murmured a prayer. 

People have this inherent conception that the hardest part of grief is change.

The loss of warmth in the safest of places, when the shadows loom rather than live. 

In reality, it's this unnamed feeling of a void.

Love is the amplification of a connection. Love distracts. It paralyzes you within its sanctuary of promises.

Grief feels like a shield with a hole blown through the middle. When the connection is shattered, and the sky is no longer protected without the scattered solace of the stars to veil the blank spaces.

Emptiness no longer infatuated you.

The sky without the stars is not a mystery anymore.

Neteyam held your hand. It didn't aid the hollowness within the cup of your palm. Guilt revenues in a realization, that even the great mother’s solace could not soothe this wound. This ache. This pain.

Neytiri’s soft sobs scorch the air with a soreness, the morning mist. Her fingertips, victims of bow strings and arrowhead edges gently brush the flowers placed around your mothers body. 

Neytiri was your mother’s sister. Not biologically. Preservations in our blood don’t always remain unsevered when a bond is born.

Your mother sobbed with her when hometree collapsed. Helped unbraid her hair for her night with Jake. Your mother had saved Neytiri’s life.

All those years ago when the RDA invaded Grace's school. When her body trembled at the sight of sylwanins blood that painted the floor and the walls, your mother walling as she desperately tried to drag Neytiri away.

To have such a bond. The heartbeat of one another emplaced in your bones, to sing a goodbye song with cruel unmeasured melodies. 

Jake held neytiri, gently rubbing circles onto her back, his own grievances had been paid due to earlier. 

Kiri’s tear stained cheeks didnt go unnoticed. She stood close to her father, Tuk’s tiny body squished between them as Kiri sobbed into Jake's shoulder . Kiri had always admired your mother. Chasing her shadow like wisp catching the breeze ever since she was a child. A woman of eywa. A healer. A hunter. Her heartbeat reserved for her home. Her people. Her daughter.

Lo’ak had placed his own tribute to the small spread laid out before the gently laid corpses.

A small carved arrowhead. 

Your father took over your mother’s job when she had other jobs to attend to, as being the one who trained a young group of warriors. Lo’ak included. He was patient with Lo’ak. Never discouraged him. A father liek mentorship had bloomed. So when his time came to join the great mother, Lo’ak contributed his own item of remembrance.

Lo’ak gave his arrowhead.

Tuk gave a small flower.

Kiri gave a small bundle of herbs the omaticaya believed was to aid the departing spirit on their journey.

Neytiri added a few carved beads from an anklet she wore. One your mother, Neytiri and Sylwanin had shared over the years, each of the three contributing beads or small trinkets to the piece.

Jake gave some beads as well. From a necklace your mother helped him make Neytiri when he struggled with the stringing of the oddly-shaped beads back when Jake was training for iknimiya, attempting to woo the young blue-skinned warrior he knew as neytiri.

All the omaticaya came to bear their gifts. Neteyam included, who gave you the gift of his warmth.

He cradled your hand in his, he raised it to his chest when the roots covered your parents bodies. 

You’ve loved Neteyam for many years now. Watching him grow from a boy to a man. 

You grew up next to the sullys. Your heights measured next to theirs as a child. Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, even little tuk had built a circle around you. You were a part of their lives. They were  piece of yours. 

You found him in an irregular-shaped void in your heart that only he could fit in. Nights were filled of him. His voice. His eyes. His hands. The curve of his nose and the coves of his lips. 

His voice was made of tender summers. His eyes were liquid gold.

You saw him. You truly, truly saw him. Not the evascent shell of the perfect warrior or son made of stone. 

You saw him in the bleak day and in the night. When reality rivaled your thoughts of him, when the warmth of his touch seemed ephemeral, the invisible interstellar you swore was not a figment of your fantasies. You settled yourself from afar. Sullied yourself with stains of shame from the secrets you kept from him. The thousands of words you harbored, right next to the stars you swore you would steal for him.

This unrepeatable pattern became tiring, something you yearned to touch but your hands couldnt reach.

To tug on the silver string that dangled from this disguise he wore. This mask. This ruse of your heart.

He was to find the perfect mate. The perfect woman, A women to be the closest to an eywa incarnate. That wasn’t you. That could never be you.

Perfect with no edges. No uncalled for curves and no outward coves.

So you settled once again with the itching of your palms and the aching of your heart.

He was not yours.

Distance became a familiarity because distance was safe. 

There was a time where the itching in your palmsd for his. Now, his had felt hollow as it held yours now.

Grief was a funny thing.

You stood here, your skin feels more like a shell. Your mirror feels more like a window.

Staring at yourself with pity.

Such a weak thing she is.

Sobbing.

What once was warmth and abundant is now hollow and overcast by anguish.

You start to resonate with the corpses that once rested in your line of sight before the roots of the tree engulfed them.

Why is it that the sunlight denies you shelter?

Why must your whole become hollow? The ashes of what it once was line a new path. 

Is the sun falling? Have the stars collapsed? Will anyone catch them for you?

What is this? This pain? This agony? Why must it overcast your morals? Your rationality of peace? This homage harbors the resdiual of what little warmth is salvaged from this sunset of black. 

You feel the merciless fire in your veins. You want revenge. The cage of a Phoenix becomes an eternity of warmth. 

Even with neteyam at your side, the stars are falling. And the sunlight feels cold.

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Later that evening, the clan settled after Jake announced that his clan had to relocate to the Hallelujah mountains, where everyone would rebuild a stronghold and dwell with the loyal humans. To avoid any more bloodshed, Where the humans couldn't find you.

 You sat in the Sully’s Marui, Neytiri behind you as you sat infront of the fire.

She rebraided your hair. You had mo’at and kiri unbraided for the funeral. Neytiri’s soft humming soothes you a bit, but your hands haven’t ceased their small tremors of shaking.

She gently runs her hands through your locks, placing a few beads on each braid.

Th hut is silent, Neteyam sits in the corner, he hasn’t spoken since after the funeral.

Tuk perches on Jakes lap asleep, Kiri at your side, rubbing your back. Lo’ak sat on the other side of you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“My sweet”

Neytiri’s melodic whisper whisked through the heavy gray.

“We leave in a few days time, at first light for our new home,”

She paused, her thought lingering behind a wall of hesitation, she exchanges a look with Jake, who nods at her, gently taking tuk off his lap for a moment,

“Y/n, hon, with what's occurred..-”

He waved one hand around, flicking his wrist against the air to try and demonstrate some kind of invisible concept.

But you know he was referring to your parents deaths.

“We don’t think you should be alone.” Jake adds. Neteyam nods with his dad’s words, attempting to gain some kind of partaking in this conversation without speaking.

Neytiri rests her hand on your shoulder, making Lo’ak lift his head to peer at you. 

“What are you saying?”

It comes out as a breath, the unveiled remnants of the traumatic experience you had endured still fresh on your still-processing mind.

“Ma yawntu…We want you to stay with us when we settle in our new home. To stay in our home. We can take care of you.”

The warmth of the fire feels pale for a moment. I’ts vulnerability. Its shallow. Yet, Its deep, and dark, and you can’t see the bottom. Your’e left unguarded for a moment. 

“I’ll be fine on my own-“

You pause when you realize how hoarse your voice sounds. you clear your throat, your gaze meeting Jake’s. His eyes soften a you an you can tell its pity. Something you would have considered affection becomes an insult. A weakness.

“I’ll be okay. I’m not helpless. I can provide for myself.”

Jake sighs and shakes his head, his words calm.

“Y/n. I know you are strong. Hell, you’re one of the strongest i know, kid. But This is not something we’re going to let you carry alone, I made-”

He pauses, taking a breath, his head tilting down a bit and his eyes squeezing shut before he raises his head to continue.

“I made a promise. To the people. To the clan. To keep everyone safe. And to your parents, we would look out for you if anything ever happened.”

The lump in your throat is dry as you swallow.

Neytiri kisses your head gently.

“Ma yawntu, we will look after you..we will guide you on this path.”

She gently guides you to look at her bow in the corner.

“My father. He gave me that bow as he laid dying.”

The air becomes thick, even the moonlight seems to freeze with its slow creeping up the wall. 

The only sound is the soft 3-beat melody of Tu’ks soft breathing as she sleeps, but her heavy eyes flutter open now and then as she nuzzles into jakes side.

Neytiri squeezes her hand on your shoulder to keep her voice from breaking, her chest tightening.

“He told me to protect the people.”

The pain in her voice breaks through the cracks in the walls that kept the shadows out, cages that kept the anger in.

“I owed your mother my life. I could not protect Zensira. 

I have let the demons take another from me.”

The red in her voice stained the shadows behind ehr words, the sharp syllables in ‘demons’ evident, Kiri closed her eyes and winced at her mothers words, still holding your hand.

She took a breath and gazed at you.

“But yawntu, i will not let them take you. I will protect you. You have always been one of my own at heart. The skyships will not take that from us.

The familiar sting you felt only a few hours ago returned to your eyes along with the ache in your chest.

Jake nodded.

“We can be stronger together, Y/n. Let us look after you.”

The wisp of shallow aches still burn behind your heart but you nod, silently.

Lo’ak smiles in an attempt to lighten the load.

“Just like old times, sis. We used to have sleepovers all the time, now we get to have them every day.”

Neytiri was about to scold Lo’ak for his bluntness until she heard you chuckle,

Tuk’s big eyes blinked open as her tired voice mumbled.

“Now you can play with me more..and braid my hair..”

She mumbes as she smiles to herself. Jake chuckles and ruffles her short braids.

Kiri squeezes your hand and Neteyam’s gaze hasn’t left you since the beginning of the conversation.

You took a walk that night, creeping around the hammocks of the sleeping sully family as you quietly ventured outside the small camp village.

You stand under a tree, the moonlight leaks through the canopy as you start to count the stars. You wondered how the sky and the heavens could still be standing when your whole world had collapsed around you just earlier that day.

When you were small your mother would tell you not to pull on the loose thread of her tapestries she wove. Because the more you pull, the faster it will fall apart.

Thats how you felt. One loose string being mercilessly tugged and then all the colors were fading away, you chased them, you chased them along with the falling stars but no one caught them for you.

Your heart has been thieved. Your light has been stolen.

Sin and soul seem to have a war under your skin, and the soft lllabies of the creatures of your planet seem to have more of a shriek-like quality.

Why did the colors go away? 

Did they chase you to the place i cannot follow when you went away?

“Y/n.”

You jump slightly, the chill in the pale air becoming a prick of awarness as you reach for the knife on your hip, turning around quikcly.

Neteyam stands before you, his wooded-honeyed scent fills your nose, you blink as a breath of his name leaves your lips.

“Neteyam-

Oh Neteyam you scared me, you asshole.”

Usually he would have laughed. But not today, not with the shadow that looms.

He gently touches your arm.

“I’m sorry, truly-

What are you doing awake? Are you hurt? Are you in pain? Did something-

Did someone-”

You laugh at him. But its bitter and its thin. Its forced.

“For eywas sake why does everyone think i am the weak link suddenly-

I am fine. Stop looking at me like i am wounded-”

Neteyam cuts you off.

“Y/n, i would never think such a thing about you, ever. You know this. I want you safe, you can’t expect me not to be concerned when you wonder off in the middle of the night, syulang”

The nickname from whe you were children is a warm familiarity at the least.

You huff and lean against the tree bark.

“I just needed air.”

Its small and muttered.

A shaky breath left your lips.

“I’m trying to find ways to endure my own thoughts.”

Neteyams eyes soften as he steps forward, he gently takes a place y beside you, back against the tree as he stands next to you. Your hand brushes his, but your fingers refuse to interlace.

The two of you stared up at the stars for a moment.

“Teyam?

“Yes?”

“Do you think it’s ungrateful to feel as if you have nothing, even when others orrond you with love and promises?”  

“I’m not sure I follow…”

“Is it wrong to feel alone when your in the arms of others?”

As it falls into place for neteyam, he gazes at you as if you were a mystery in the moonlight.

He tries to see past your walls, to place himself in your shadow.

 He glances at you, then back up at the sky.

“No. It’s not ungrateful. I think we’re all born with some sort of circle around us.”

You pause for a moment, looking over at him.

“A circle?”

He nods.

“A circle. The people we love and care for? the people we would do anything for? The people who make our home, they all belong inside our circle.

My father, my mother, Lo’ak, Tuk, Kiri, they're all a part of my circle.”

He pauses for a moment, his tail swishing behind him.

“And…you are too. You’re apart of my circle, Y/n.”

You gaze at him and he withers under your eyes, averting his eyes and fidgeting with his necklace.

After a moment, he speaks again.

“I can’t imagine loosing people in that circle…things must become so…empty. As if the world seems too small all of the sudden.

So no, it’s not selfish to feel alone when that circle is gone.”

His words spark comfort. The hollowness within your palm seems less heavy.

“Thank you.”

You whisper, and he nods at you.

“You don’t have to be alone, y/n. My family…when they spoke to you tonight about staying with us when we travel to the mountains, it was not because there’s a need to replace what you once had. Y/n, we want you to embrace this new circle-“

“What if I’m not ready to find a new circle?”

The vehement tone you were bearning stunned neteyam for a moment.

“Your mother was right. The sky people will take, and they will kill, and they will hunt, until everything under the sky of pandora is either dead or theirs..”

Your eyes hardened for a moment and Neteyam was still as he took in your words.

You look up at the moon once more; taking a breath.

“I do not wish to fear them anymore, Neteyam.

I want them to be the ones who fear us.”

There was a new found devotion in your heart.

A bitter song of  fire and desolation.

Vengeance.

Each note a new mockery of blood and ash. Every chorus an unfamiliar revelry of hunger.

That night, under the fallen stars and the cold moonlight, the inextinguishable plotted purpose was born within you.

Neteyam sighed; his gaze fitting back to the moon.

“And so you will..”

No. 

Don’t. 

I don’t want to loose you in the fire.

But he didn’t dare speak it aloud.

After a moment, he spoke again.

“I have something for you.”

He felt his heart flutter when your eyes met his.

He reached into the pocket of his loincloth.

“It was a gift I planned on giving during the ceremony.”

You felt twitch of anguish as you recalled the memory.

“You already contributed your gift..you gave that armband my father taught you how to weave.”

He gave you a tender look. The kind whispered in the solace of summer and soft secrets.

“It is for you. Not for your loss.”

His words unclouded a new warmth in your chest.

For a moment, your anger ceased to simmer.

“I made this, for you a long while ago..but I never found the right time to give it to you.

Then..the incident happened and I knew it wasn’t a good time..I was planning on giving it to you on this day..but the plans changed.”

He opened his palm to reveal a small carved wooden spiral, polished and smooth. 3 strings with little charming dangling.

The first charm was 2 purple colored crystal, the second was a wooden bead that wore a Maude color, with a tree carved on it, the last was a stack of small purple beads with marbled colors.

He placed it gently in the palm of your hand, and you cradled it with such delicacy.

“Oh it’s beautiful…”

Your breath truly caught itself in his trap.

“When we were young your mother made you that necklace out of those crystals and small jeweled beads, the one she found in the river?..you were so happy to wear something so colorful..I remember the purple ones were your favorite. You always placed them so that they were in the middle. I’d thought I’d add them as a small bonus.”

He smiled at the memory.

You hugged him, your cheek pressed against his chest, he was stunned for a moment but hugged you back, you looked up at him and your breath caught for a moment, your faces mere inches apart.

You both Depart slightly and avert your eyes.

“Thank you. It’s lovely, Neteyam.”

You said softly, he nodded and smiled at you.

“The spiral suits you. Even now with this great loss you bear. It’s a connection. Even to those who are no longer with us.”

You smiled at him back, and the two of you started to walk back to the village.

How could you not see it? The spiral. A sign of support? Of friendship? Of trust?

No my dear Y/n.

It was how he felt like his soul was steadily orbiting around you. Thoughts of you never ended.

His circle.

His spiral.

You were the center.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 

Years later….(y/n is now 18.)

(her code name is “X” neteyam’s name through comms is canonically ‘pathfinder’)

Jake yipped to Neytiri as she raised her bow and looked over her shoulder.

Her face is adorned with war paint, much like yours. She had painted you for the day. Red, purple, blue, the colors of your ikran worn proudly like a hyde of victory.

“Remember the plan.”

Jake says through his throat comms, his volume fighting the wind. You held your two fingers to the small mic on your neck so you could hear through your earpiece.

“Neytiri and I will strike from above, X, you're my Archer. I want you to hit em’ quick and move out fast. Eagle Eye, pathfinder, you two are spotters. Do not engage in close range, or air combat, understood?”

You heard lo’ak groan through his comm.

“Bro, why does Y/n get to have all the fun!?”

You felt a tinge of pride. Knowing you were Jake’s right hand out in the field. Higher ranked than either of his son’s. A skilled Archer. 

“Because I'm older and I have more fun.”

You quipped back, unable to hide the smile in your voice.

“Ya know what'd be fun? If you were to crash straight into one of those mountains and fall in your cocky as-”

“Both of you! No arguing on the comms!”

You refocused as the smell of ash and metal was fast approaching. YOu and the war party arrive on the scene right on time

You flew up above the train tracks and watched as the vehicle crashed into a collision of smoke and ash on the derailed tracks.  The air scorched to sting your flesh with an uncomfortable heat.

Neytiri let out a ululating sound to signal to you as she flew down to help Jake. Behind you were 3 smaller aircrafts. 

You grabbed your bow from the side saddle, mentally commanding your ikran to dive.

Everyone who witnessed Y/n fight swore the wind under her ikran’s wings were grazed with fire.

She was made of red-ribboned rainstorms in a scarlet blaze of uncharted wind and wildflowers.

For a moment it’s all too real. The encore of your arrows, the satisfying stretch of your bow string, Like the last note before the chorus. You dive down, sliding down the neck of your Ikran ever so slightly as the wind stings your cheeks, the sunlight strong. You draw back, a loud call escaping your throat, and the arrow flies.

Its in a blink of an eye the cockpit window is shattered, the pilot now sporting an arrow of yours through his neck as the metal gray bird ceases it’s flight and collapses in a cloud of smoke and sulfur.

You’d usually be celebrating if two bastards weren't behind you.

You grasp two arrows this time, the long wooden shaft in your clutch as you line them up properly for the next shot. 

The pilots pathetically attempt to surf with the wind beneath you, scattering your duo targets into far off spots.

Thats the thing about humans. They tiptoed on the wind as if it was uneven ground. Na’vi warriors like you danced upon airstorms and harsh rains. A swirling spiral of helix grazes your skin as you feel one of their shots fly past you the heat just missing your ikran,

You soothe him before regaining your position, you mentally make a new command to your ikran.

‘Drop’

In a moment, the settled feeling of security that once shaved your bones seems to wither away.

Your ikran free falls, rolling against the wind that whips and wails. Your chest heaves as you ready your shot, the reverberation from your bowstring sings to your fingers as the two arrows fly, hitting both pilots as your irkan regains a flying position instead of a falling one, all adrift in a fleeting shot.

The aircrafts fall together, crashing against the ground.

The ground team jake had arranged comes into view frm the side forest clearing, all watching in awe as if you were the embodiment of phoenix.

They raised their bows and let out warcalls, you pridefully returned, raising your bow above your head and releasing a war call of your own.

Neteyam watched from afar. His ikran synced with Lo’aks as they circled the scene below, na’vi led by Norm gathering all the weapons they could.

But he couldnt let himself focus on the world below when all he could see was the woman made of exquisite inferno and grace was scorching the sky with her blaze.

Neteyam felt the wind brisk through his braids as he looked up, squinting against the sunlight in hopes to catch another glimpse of you.

The light of day made you seem grazed with gold that brushed the cobalt hues.

He watched as you shot down the aircrafts, he watched you shoot two arrows.

To Neteyam, you were made of fire.

Remnants of moonlight and high-tided sea storms. A hellish radiance and a scarlet soul.

Neteyam remembered the night he saw the flame embed itself in your soul. The night he gifted you that carving that was now a charm that rested tied to the long expanse of your bow.

He hated it. How inconsolable he feared you were, how he feared this new alit flame would burn his touch away from you. Useless was an understatement, of how he felt that night, even the stars above refused to guide him down teh right path.

He knew you were angry.

He was angry too.

He wanted to fight just like you did. His hatred for these sky demons simmered beneath his skin. He was a warrior. He wanted to fight next to you and his father. He was a protector of the people.

He had seen what they had taken from his home, from his parents, his family, from you.

At first, he thought it was jealousy.

The way Jake encrusted you to be his main archer. To shoot down sky ships.

Neteyam? He wasn’t anywhere near the fighting. Not anywhere near you.

He knew his father thought him and Lo’ak were “too important” to be fighting.

Jake was trying to salvage the sons made of stone before the heat of war can melt the rock.

Were you better than him?

Stronger than him?

Why did his father trust you more than he trusted his eldest?

As he watches you now, the archer who had her arrowhead aimed at his heart from day 1.

He knows its love. It must be.

It keeps him awake at night. The devoured feeling that gnaws at his heart. You were the center of his sky in all your celestial glory and he wished he would have gifted you the entire universe but instead he gave you that carved spiral.

He loved you because where other struggled to see in the dark you danced with dusk. You were a paradox. Detached, but focused. Because you somehow made the most dissolute and reckless seem graceful. You were real. Imperfect. Unconfined hunger bordered by each beautiful bruise blemish and scar that covered your skin. 

You haunted him.

“Bro!”

And funny enough, it seems eywa created little brothers for a different kind of haunting.

Neteyams eyes flickered to where Lo’ak circled around him on his ikran.

The cold colors tattered across the ikrans purple and blue skin, trapping the yellow large speckles of shapes of the banshee’s skin.

Lo’ak’s echoes dwindle in the gust of wind, the war paint he wore proudly on either side of his face, Neteyam had watched Y/n paint Lo’ak after his begging back at high camp.

Something about Lo’aks smile in situations like these always found ways to disquiet Neteyam.

His eyebrows hover above his eyes as his fangs bare through his smile.

“Bro! We have got to get down there!”

Neteyam shakes his head, a warning look traces his features.

“No way! Dad will skin us!”

Lo’ak shakes his head, the wind uplifting his braids as he dives.

“C’mon! Don’t be a wuss!”

The flushed first notes of an uncertain heartbeat ablaze neteyam’s mind as he dives as well.

“Shit! Lo’ak! Get back you dumbass!”

Lo’ak dived blow into the musk of what might as well be no man’s land. The air wailed and whipped around him as he hopped off his Ikran. Yanking his kuru from his banshees and running towards the chaos in question.

He looked over his shoulder to see Neteyam following suit. He laughed, waving his hand through the dust and smoke.

“C‘mom bro!”

“Lo’ak!”

“Lo’ak come back!”

Lo’ak faltered momentarily when he saw Norm directing some navi’s into a brigade to gather all the weapons from the train’s supply cart. Swiftly swerving to stay out of the dream walkers sight, he joined the forming crowd where around where Tarsem had just opened a new cart of guns.

“Here boy- take this weapon! Go!”

Lo’ak let put a silly war cry and puffed up his chest,

Neteyam came to a halt.

“Lo’ak, you don’t even know how to use it.”

Lo’ak waved the gun around like it was weightless, handling it like one of Tuk’s toys.

“Nah bro. Dad taught me!”

Neteyam rolled his eyes, done with Lo’aks bullshit.

“I’m sure he did-

Let’s go-“

He grabbed lo’aks bicep but Lo’ak shrugged him off.

“Or maybe I’ll just be like y/n and shoot down some sky demons!”

Above the clouds, you circled the ensuing hustle below. Watching the brigades, monitoring the ground team. Your bow at the ready in its position on your saddle sheath.

And then you saw them.

“Son of a bitch!”

You hissed quietly, swiftily diving down to where the duo of your headache embodied currently argued about something stupid.

Lo’ak smiled as he saw you, but it faded as he watched the shadow of your Ikran (which was larger than the average Ikran, granted)

Loom over the both as you hopped down, glaring at them.

“What are you two shitheads doing here!?”

The feathers on your raid top gently shook in the breeze, a few of your beads clanking together in your braids as you made your descend.

Neteyam seemed to straighten, but his breath seemed to form a blockade for his own voice.

Maybe it was the way the brightly covered beads and feathers of your top accentuated your skin. Or maybe it was the way the fathers in your braids matched your waist beads Kiri had made you.

Maybe it was the way your loincloth seemed a bit more perfect than usual as it hugged your hips.

Maybe it was the way the red, blue, and purple war paint on your face outlined your eyes like wings and shed down your cheeks like tears, sorrowed in starlight for you had just been warrior of the wind.

I guess we’ll never know.

Lo’ak spoke for him.

“We wanted to help! C’mon, we have the ground team to be spotters! They don’t need us! I’ve been practicing the trick you taught me with the bow, just let us fly with you- we promise we’ll-“

You shot Lo’ak down before the words flooded further, the scarlet hues ablazed and begged for nothing but obedience in your voice.

“Kehe! You will do nothing-! Go back to your post. Both of you. Now!”

You swatted Lo’ak with your bow, hissing at him, Neteyam tried to drag Lo’ak away.

“Bro let’s go!-“

The sound of heavy mechanical whirring instilled the heightening of your awareness in the moment, your ears pining back as you saw the larger ship approach.

“Gun ship inbound!”

Jake shouted, you saw neytiri hiss and take off on her Ikran.

“Shit! Run!” You cursed, shoving Lo’ak and Neteyam in the opposite direction and making a break away from the approaching enemy.

As it would seem time was not in your favor, your Ikran had already been spooked away by the blast, Neteyam grabbed your hand before you could run, 

“Come with us, now!

Go-!”

He shoved Lo’ak ahead of him as they ran, Neteyam’s hand clutching yours as you kept pace with the two.

The 3 of you climbed over the derailed debris, Neteyam and you scaling the bright yellow RDA logo train doors,

“Bro come on!” Lo’ak called.

A flash of light invaded your vision, the scorching heat of the blast incircled you.

You feel Neteyam attempt to reach for you, but instead all you feel is a tug on your wrist as your senses start to numb. 

Your airborn for a moment, then your body collides with the uneven ground, the rocky surface below.

You groan, your vision blurring. The embers and ash clash against your skin in the harsh sting of the hot air. 

You winced in pain as the adrenaline started it’s course of abandonment. The aching sensation swallows your body. 

Scarlet etched its way in a jagged scratch on your side. The world seemed to darkn as the scarlet hues slowly faded to black. The sky’s golden and blue game of chance changes its rules as your eyelids become heavy.

Neteyam’s eyes shoot open as his vision readjusts itself clearly.

Lo’ak is above him, shaking him awake. Panic in the half-notes of his jagged breaths.

“Bro!? Bro! C’mon, get up we gotta go!”

Neteyam stands to his feet, groaning, but quickly regaining his senses.

He looked down at his hand to see where something small and beaded made its home in his clutch.

A bracelet?

Your bracelet.

It hit Neteyam like a tidal wave.

“Shit! Y/n-“

Neteyam tried to run past when his body collided with a taller one, Jake stood looming over his son’s, placing one hand on each of their shoulders “Hey! Easy, easy, where’s Y/n?! Are you hurt?!”

Neteyam tried to speak but all it was met with is stuttered breaths and a poor panicked exclamation.

“That way! I meant to grab her arm and I grabbed this instead-

The blast-“

Jake didn’t hesitate as he started running in the direction you were in, Lo’ak seemingly still in shock and Neteyam following his father without missing a beat,

“Stay behind boy! Get your brother out of here!”

“But sir-“

“That’s a direct order!”

Norm, quickly dragged Neteyam and lo’ak away to the sidelines of the forest to make their quick escape.

The sound of a screech flooded your ears, the footseps barely audible over the smoke and wind.

“Y/n! Oh child, Eywa please no.” 

You reached for your knife with the last ounce of motor control you could muster, before a hand gently lifted you on your back, the sun’s blinding silver line halo of heat scorched your eyes, you hissed and winced in pain.

The hands were familiar, it calmed you rather quickly.

You knew it was neytiri when the blurry shape of gray purple and green, faintly recognizable as her bone collared-top.

You groaned, the raw rushes of pain encased your vision.

“I’m sorry-”

You mumbled.

“Shh. No apologies, my dear girl. Come, we must go. Quickly.”

The last thing you remember is the gently shrill of her Ikran and her hand around your waist was she settled you in front of her on her ikran. The Scarlet hue no painted the wind.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 

When you awake, its to the sound of herbs grinding soflty in a boil. The reverberations of the grinding tool against the small wooden bowl make your ears twitch.

Your vision settles. Mo’at sits infornt of the small fire in the tsahiks tent, Tuktirey by her side.

Her big eyes blinking at her grandmother’s handy-work, her much smaller tail swishing to the beat of each sound.

You sat up slowly, with a small wince. But the pain was significantly better.

Tuk gasps

“Y/n! You're alive!”

She wraps her arms around your waist, nuzzling her little head into your chest. You smile at the smaller girls, roughly a few of her braids, kissing the top of her head.

“of course I’m alive, yawntu! It would take a million Sky People to take me out.”

You teasingly mocked the position of an archer, holding a pretend bow and arrow made out of thin air as Tuk laughed.

Mo’at gently cleared her throat, making her way to you as she placed a hand on your shoulder.

“ Child, your wounds were deep, but they shall heal quickly with the salve. Kiri shall be back with more herbs soon. But please rest, simply until the bandages are removed.”

You nodded greatfully, squeezing her hand in a gesture of thank you.

She was the closest thing you would have to a grandmother, even before your parents began their journey with Eywa. You never got to meet your actual grandparents. They died in the attack on hometree. The only memory you had of them was through the clans' stories.

You wore a choker that was strung with river pearls and brown leather, a small navy-blue colored stone in the middle. A treasured piece your grandmother once wore.

Tuk snuggled up to you in the hammock, and you gently rubbed her back.

A soft rustling made your ears perk up when Kiri slipped through the tent flap with a basket of herbs.

“Tsmuke, (sister)

You are awake.”

Her expression softened, as if tensed up since the moment you returned unconscious. It probably was.

She handed the herbs to Mo’at and kneeled at your side, gently brushing a few of your braids away from your face.

“How are you feeling? Better? I used yalna bark when grandmother wasn’t looking. Was it Lo’ak again? It’s always Neteyam getting in trouble and you getting hurt when that sxkwang gets bright ideas-“

You gently stopped her mid rant. Holding her hand gently to your chest.

“I am fine, Kiri. A few scratches and bruises has never done much harm.”

She chuckled softly, standing back to her feet to assist Mo’at with the rest of the preparations for other wounded warriors.

As the hours passed, and the sun started to set, Kiri had to drag Tuktirey off to bed and Mo’at left the tent for the night. Leaving you alone to find sleep.

Mo’at had insisted you sleep in the Tsahik’ s tent tonight. Get some extra rest.

You didn’t argue. It was better than sharing a hammock with Lo’ak. The boy snored more than what you were almost certain was normal.

It was an understatement to say you nearly killed someone when you heard the tent flap rustle. You jumped, instinctly reaching for your knife.

It was well after hours.

Everyone should be asleep.

Who was it? Were you followed when you left the train?

Was it a sky demon? An animal?

You slowly felt your heart steady once again when you saw a small pale figure enter your tent, the small glimmer of his mask dances in the firelight. Lo’ak is behind him, looking less hyper than usual. Instead, a subtle tinge of gray flickered past his eyes, but it quickly gilded itself to green and gold once it settled on your form. He released a breath of relief and spider smiled.

“See? I told you she was okay.”

It took you a moment to realize that Lo’ak was worried about you.

You gave him a small smile opening your one arm that wasn’t aching, and he slipped himself under it, sitting next to you in the hammock, resting his head on your shoulder.

Lo’ak was your best friend. But really, he was so much more than that.

He was your family. Your ride-or-die.

Your right hand.

It made you feel a bit guilty, that Lo’ak seemed to prefer you over Neteyam sometimes.

Lo’ak wanted you to be his teacher when it came to his archery training and sparring. Lo’ak wanted it to be you who he went on hunts with.

Yet again, he also only lets you braid his hair because apparently neytiri pulls too hard and Neteyam doesn’t know how to tie them off properly.

Spider was a bit of a different case.

As you grew older, you realized how much you envied your motehrs sense of lightness.

Her entire being seemed to be made of golden hour gardens and softly whispered summers.

She was strong. The strongest woman you knew.

But she was kind.

She wasn’t like Neytiri in the sense that she resented all humans.

Your mother always felt a sense of protectiveness over Spider. A small, pale boy who used his heart instead of brain, chasing shimmyflys and tripping over vines that were larger than him. She welcomed him into her circle. She shielded him from the storms of strange staring and pesky fears.

Your mother always cared for Spider. Helped him re-twist his locs and make him new loincloths and hair beads. Some of your earliest memories were you and spider playing with the small carved toys in your family’s tent, or giggling after dark under the blankets after your father told you both to go to sleep.

She argued when spider had to go back to his foster family, and ended up making bargains with him to stay overnight every few days.

You’re almost positive it’s the only motherly love spider has ever known.

He cried when your mother died. 

You think he might have cried more than you did.

Sobbed for days with you, and it brought you closer together.

You smiled as Lo’ak fidgeted with one of the bracelets on your wrist.

When you were about 8, Lo’ak was 7, spider was 9, your mother carved you these special beads for the three of you to use.

You three decided to make bracelets and your father helped you string them together, all collecting charms and gifting them to one another to add.

The two biggest stones were carved river crystal the two boys collected, Lo’ak rolled the beads between his two extra fingers, sporting a bracelet of his own you and spider made him.

“So, I heard you got your ass kicked.”

Spider snickered. Sitting down in front of you.

You whacked him with your tail.

“Fuck off. Those sky demons ate my arrows.”

Spider groaned, 

“I’m so pissed. I heard you fell down in a explosion and ate shit-

And now one took a picture for me!” 

Lo’ak threw and arm around your shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah. And her Romeo was panicking because he didn’t save her in time”

You flushed, shoving him away.

Spider laughed, standing up.

“I can only imagine-“

He cleared his throat, before making his voice go an obnoxious pitch higher, twirling his locs around his fingers and batting his eyes, mimcmking what was supposed to be you.

“Oh Neteyam! My big strong warrior man! Come save me!”

You hissed in annoyance, but couldn’t help but bite back laughter at the back of your throat.

Lo’ak stood to his feet, puffing up his chest and taking his braid out of the way he tied them back, letting them hang, deepening his voice and stomping towards spider, dramatically holding him in his arms as spider collapsed with a loud rehearsed sigh.

Lo’aks Neteyam imitation sent you over the edge, you were now cackling and had rolled out of your hammock.

“I’ll save you from the demon ships with my bow and arrow!”

Lo’ak, you, and spider all break into a fit of laughter, rolling around on the ground. Lo’ak steadying himself by burying his face in your shoulder as spider banged his fist on the ground, finally, as the laughter died down, the three of you stared at the top of the tent, out of breath, the only sound being the gentle wheezing endnotes of your breaths.

“Glad you kicked some ass today. Those fucking RDA pilots didn’t stand a chance against you and that bow of yours.”

Spider whispered. Nudging your shoulder gently.

You smiled at him, Lo’ak squished in between you.

The three of you said your goodnight s, and you watched the two missing parts of your circle leave the tent before they could get caught after lights out.

You nestled back into the hammock, staring up at the ceiling.

The aching in your arms hasn’t completely vanished it’s fortification of pain in your shoulder.

You gently rub circles around the small carved spiral you untied from the long shaft of your bow when spider dragged it inside.

You played with the small crystals and the beads, gently humming to yourself.

Your fingers traced along the shape, Neteyams eyes invaded your mind.

It was fascinating, really. How a warrior such as yourself had won today's battle and yet the one thing you truly yearned for was still not within your grasp.

It hurts sometimes, to think about how beautiful he was.

The way his irises encompassed golden hour in all its starlight sessions.

The air was thicker in the mountains like this, up here in high camp. Perhaps that’s why the sweltering residual warmth that rippled across your skin like lillies to a pond every time you thought of him

You wondered if he tasted like the sun. Sweet, possibly bitter. Bleak and addicting, such a delicacy deserved to never touch your lips.

Alas the stars did not align for you.

Not tonight.

You trace the spiral one last time before letting your eyes flutter closed.

Your tail flicked as you heard yet another rustling.

The sound of footsteps, slightly heavier than last time.

You groaned.

“Spider did you forget something again?..”

When no answer was heard you grumbled. Standing to your feet and untying the tent flap, only to be met with two two golden hour orbs that had just plagued your mind.

“”Neteyam?..”

authors note:

I’m finally done! I haven’t slept in two days but I’m finished. I can’t decided whether I like the way this turned out but I LOVE some of the smaller little details. Y/n is such a badass and she’s in her reputation era (I am not a swiftie). We love to see it 😩👏 this first one was a lil angsty but I PROMISE y’all, this series is NOT angst. I’ve got a ton of stuff planned. I’m thinking maybe a little bit of jealous Neteyam? Some humor? Spider and Lo’ak being the captain of the ship? Mo’at being a sassy Granmda? Maybe some sister bonding with Kiri? AHHH IM SO HYPED. I, about to pass out and I can’t feel my fingers but that’s it for now! Stay tuned for part 2 🏹

-Sol

Jan 2034

“Virago” series, chp. 1.

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folklore: invisible string ✩ jake sully

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summary: jake sully x female!reader, no use of y/n, fluffy goodness, so sweet TW!! eluded to death due to child birth

word count: 1,828

sempul (n) - father ; sa’nok (n) - mother

‘ite (n) - daughter ; ‘itan (n) - son

tanhì (n) - star ; tsuk/tsmuk (n) - brother

atokirina (n) - woodsprites ; seeds of the sacred tree

comments: cannot believe we are done w/ the series! this is so sweet, my pookie <3 (reader) is so happy so fucking deserved like my bae went through hell and back LMAOOO thank you so so much for the support y’all have given the folklore series, it really does mean the world to me. i will be posting few a drabbles for the story, just some things i wanted added  but was never able to make fit correctly (i have 3 little idea so far, so folklore isn't really over haha) okok bye mwahhh ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

previous ✩

It took so much time to get the children to trust you and Jake again, not that you blamed them. You did keep such a big part of your life locked away, and it was hard to believe that you had really mated. It was more so hard for them to trust Jake again, because despite your persistence in trying to ease the tension they couldn’t believe it. They couldn’t believe their father was capable of doing that.

However things changed many months down the line when Neteyam found you near the coastline, paler than normal and burning in fever. “Sa’nok! Are you okay?”

“Mhm!”

You felt bile quickly rising up your throat, trying to force its way out of your mouth. You took deep breaths to try and still the rapid beating of your heart. You had chills wracking your body and you were dizzy as you stumbled slightly towards your eldest son. “Take me to Ronal?”

Neteyam’s mind was racing, brain trying to come up with what illness was causing all your symptoms but his brain was coming up blank. He led you quickly to Ronal, not caring who he bumped into as he noticed how hard it was for you to focus, “Ms.Ronal-Ma’Sa’nok is unwell.”

Neteyam was nibbling on his lip nervously, helping you lay down as Ronal tsk’ed quietly.

You were a dull blue, body sticky with cold sweat and Ronal had a feeling. She already knew the second Neteyam brought you in. Ronal laughed quietly, shaking her head in amusement as she began her evaluation. Poking lightly at your palms and stomach, pushing down with gentle fingers to your abdomen and she was unsurprised to find that your stomach felt hard. The tiniest of bumps protruding from your belly as you laid flat on the floor, “Neteyam, bring your father.”

Neteyam was up quickly, running through the sea of Metkayina Na’vi as he looked for his father. After what felt like hours, Neteyam found Jake. He was past the reef, training Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk to do who knows what. “Sir! Ma’ is sick!”

Jake willed his Ilu to move quickly through the water, worry pumping through his veins as he saw his oldest son so distraught. “What do you mean, ‘itan?”

“She-we were by the shore and she just got really sick. I took her to the Tsahik and Ms.Ronal asked me to get you. I-I don’t know anything else.”

Jake rode his Ilu as close to the shore as he could, sprinting out of the water to make it to you as fast as possible. His heart pumping so fast he heard it beating in his ears, ignoring the Na’vi greeting him. He felt sick, hundreds of possibilities swirling through his mind and they were all negative. Things had just started to look up and though uncommon for Na’vi’s to pass away from illness at such a young age he couldn't help but doubt in the Great Mother. Everything he touched burnt out, fizzled and turned to ash. The thought of something terrible happening to you was far too much for him to accept.

He bursted through Ronal’s mauri, causing the Tsahik to jump slightly at the unexpected commotion. Her eyes squinted at him in annoyance, “You scared me!”

Jake ignored her, “What’s wrong with her?”

His hands balled into fist, nerves wracking his whole body as he saw how hard it was for you to keep your eyes open. “Nothing is wrong with her-she is pregnant.”

Jake’s mouth fell slack, eyes blinking rapidly as he froze before Ronal. “Wha-are you sure?”

Ronal’s eyes rolled, standing up as her own babe began to whine not far behind them. She picked up the small girl up and began rocking her as she made her way outside of the mauri. “Of course I am sure. She most likely did not eat today and the heat exhausted her.”

Jake was watching you and tears welled his eyes, a watery laugh left his throat as he sank down beside you. “I have left her something to eat, and some remedies to help with the nausea.”

- pandora, awa’tula, 2173 -

You groaned uncomfortably, thump after thump pressing against your stomach as you sat cross legged on the mauri floor. Trying to weave a bracelet despite the discomfort in your stomach. Jake was trying hard not to laugh, you were so stubborn and refused to let him assist you.

He cradled Ney’la in his arms, the three year old girl babbling happily as she pulled at his hair. Tuk was pressed tightly beside you, making a necklace for her youngest sister. She was so happy to no longer be the baby of the family. “Sa’nok, are you okay?”

You forced a smile as the twelve year old pressed a hand to your swollen bump, trying to comfort you as best she could. “Yes sweet girl, tanhì just keeps kicking tonight.”

A quiet laugh left Jake’s throat and your eyes narrowed in on him, glaring softly and it instantly shut him up. “Tuk, take Ney’la outside with your siblings.”

As soon as Tuk stepped outside of the mauri with your youngest you grumbled at Jake, “Do not come near me.”

He crawled his way to you, biting back a smile, “Why not?”

“I am in this predicament because of you.” Your words held no bite, and Jake cooed softly, “But you look so pretty when you're carrying my babies.”

Your cheeks burned, your tail betraying you as it thumped excitedly. “Shut up.”

“Gonna fill you up with more.”

You whined his name, “Stop!”

He laughed, pulling the unfinished bracelet from your hand. He maneuvered you around so your back pressed to his chest, hands laying flat against your swollen belly. Rubbing gently against your skin, your whole body melted against his. Jake nibbled right below your ear, and your eyes fluttered shut, “I think I have to if we don’t get a boy. Can’t be outnumbered.”

Your tail curled around his leg, ears fluttering happily. “You are a menace.”

Jake laughed so hard your whole body shook, a small smile fighting its way onto your face. After a few moments of silence Jake placed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hands continuing their movements on your stomach and the constant kicking finally stopped. “Seems like all tanhì wanted was my attention.”

“Apparently so.”

Seconds later your mauri was filled with loud chatter, all five of your children rushing in, chasing after Ney’la. She instantly ran into your arms, giggling wildly as she tried to escape them. “Ma!”

“Sa’nok she is already trying to ride an Ilu.”

Neteyam was beaming down at you, proud of his youngest sister. “Is she now?”

Your finger dug into the small girl's stomach, loud laughs leaving her mouth as she tried to squirm away from you. When she finally did, she ran straight into Lo’ak’s arm. “Tsuk!”

They all settled besides you and Jake, chatting about their day as Tuk played happily with Ney’la. Kiri picked up your unfinished bracelet, following the pattern you created all while she pretended to ignore the conversation her brothers were having.

A small content sigh left your mouth, it was in the smallest of moments when you felt happiest. Just you, your children and your mate, spending hours in each other's presence, talking about anything and everything. Happy tears rushed to your eyes as it hit how all your deepest desires became true. Everything your heart yearned for was finally yours. You sent Eywa a small prayer, thanking her for the life you lived.

Jake traced small shapes into your stomach, whispering quietly by your ear, “Thank you.”

Your face turned to him, looking up and his eyes were shining with unshed tears. He was feeling everything you were too. You pressed a small kiss to his cheek, nuzzling your face against his softly.

The three older kids caught the small moment, sharing a knowing look between one another, small smiles on their faces. “You two are being gross.”

“Lo’ak!”

A laugh rippled through your mouth as Kiri smacked him on the head. “Sorry-sorry.”

But the laughs didn't stop, Jake finding your own so infectious it caused some of his own. Soon you were all laughing so hard, stomach hurting from how happy you all were.

Ney’la was looking around confused, it was evident in her face as her brows pinched together. “Lo’ak funny?”

You motioned for her and the small girl ran into your arms again, nuzzling into your chest as you patted her hair, “Yes ‘ite. Lo’ak is so funny.”

Jake’s arms wrapped around the both of you, rocking you slightly and sleep began to find the small girl. Her fingers found their way to your ear, rubbing the pointest part as her eyes drooped low.

Tuk made her way to the three of you, smiling shyly up at you. “What is it ‘ite?”

“Wanna hear a story. Of you and Sempul.”

Your ears fluttered softly, “What story?”

She contemplated for a few seconds, thinking of what she wanted to know. Her eyes lit up before she spoke, ‘When you met!“

Jake groaned, that was so embarrassing for him. “Well, your Ma’Neytiri had dragged me into the forest. It was late and-” You laughed quietly, “I was never allowed out past eclipse but Neytiri convinced me to go. This was back when the clan still lived in Home Tree.”

You pulled Tuk into your arms, her head resting on your shoulder. “Then she wandered off and I was left alone, I think she thought I was following behind her because she never left me to fend for myself.”

A sad smile littered your features, memories of your dearest friend warming your heart, “Anyway I see this really tall Na’vi, with sky-people clothes and I just began to panic.”

Jake grumbled quietly, “You tried to kill me.”

You shushed him, “All I remember was I had him pinned to the floor and I had Zewlay’s knife pressed to his throat.”

All the kids laughed quietly, a small smile littered your features as you recalled the memory. “Then, hundreds of Atokirina surrounded the two of us and I knew that was a sign from Eywa that your Sempul had a greater purpose.”

Jake pressed a tiny kiss to your shoulder, moving to scoop Ney’la into his arms. “Then your Sa’nok found us, she saw all the woodsprite and we made the decision to take him back to Home Tree and present him to Mo’at, the rest well-you know.”

There was a small moment of comfortable silence before the normally loud chatter encompassed your mauri once again. Your hand traced small shapes on your own belly, utter happiness nestled into your chest. Memories flooded your mind, stories all blending together, tied by some golden invisible string that brought Jake to you.

fin ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[pandorxxx]

Tied for life (Damsel Chapter 2)

Read part 1 here:

Neteyam x Ash navi fem reader (all aged up)

Warnings: heavy smut, cursing, p in v, oral, squirting, soft-dom neteyam, creampie, breeding kink!, Slight Angst at the end.

Previously, in the last chapter:

“I-I need you. I need this.” You whined, grabbing his bulge, massaging it in your dainty hands. He grunted, watching you slide your hand into his loincloth to feel him. He let out a series of low curses, squeezing his eyes shut. Although Neteyam was a man of great restraint, it was slipping away from him quickly.

And this was the moment he had realized, he’d gotten himself into a tricky situation.”

“Ok, ok. J-Just give me a minute to think.” Neteyam stuttered, watching you rip his loincloth in half. His cock sprung up, hitting his lower abdomen with a harsh smack, a line of precum connecting.

Silence filled the forest in a staring match between you and him. You licked your lips, ready to devour the meal infront of you. Neteyam gulped loudly. Chest heaving heavily as he watched your demeanor change from an innocent, helpless young lady, to a hungry woman in heat, willing to do anything to get her fix.

“Y/n.” He spoke in a questioning tone. His eyes wide, filled with fear. He knew that he could restrain you if necessary, that wasn’t his issue. He was more so afraid that he wouldn’t, that he’d let you pounce on him until your heat was over. That he’d let you fuck him until you milked him of everything. After all, you were stunning, and oh so irresistible in this state specifically.

“I-I can’t help it. I need you…to fuck me. Now.” You spoke calmly, with a hint of aggression. You sat up on your knees, eyeing him up and down as you caressed his chest. Moving around to his strong biceps, all the way down to his hands. You placed them on your breasts, finally trailing your eye contact back to his.

“I-I…NO.” He stuttered, growling the last word before detaching his hands from your swollen breasts. He shook his head, snapping out of his trance.

“I am taking you to my grandmother! Let’s go.” He commanded, standing to his full height in-front of you. He went to grab your arms and pull you up, but you refused with a struggle match.

“G-Get ugh- UP woman!” Neteyam grunted. “NO!” You yelled, using all of the strength you could muster to push him down on his back. He fell with a loud thud, immediately sitting up on his elbows. Eyeing you in shock.

You took the opportunity to crawl over to him, straddling his lap before he could even fight back. You attacked his neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickeys. You’re slick flowing down to his throbbing cock. Your addictive scent. There was nothing much he could do.

“Y/n, i-i know you’re hurting. B-But don’t make me do this. I-it won’t end well.” He spoke breathily, eyes fluttering shut ever so often as he basked in the pleasure.

“Tell me how it ends, Neteyam.” You spoke breathily between kisses along his neck and chin. You tried to use your body weight to push him back, but his hand was firm on the ground, while the other arm was wrapped tightly around your torso.

“I-I already told you. I’m going to get you pregnant. Y-You don’t want that.” He shook his head, trying hard to keep his composure. You ignored him, grinding your hips on his lap to create friction.

“Sounds good.” You moaned, lifting up alittle until his tip probed at your entrance. And without warning, you slid down onto him quickly. Neteyams eyes widened, pupils blown, and ears tucked to the sides of his head.

“Shit!” He grunted, holding your waist tighter than before. You threw your head on his shoulder in satisfaction, finally finding that full sensation you had been searching for.

You started to bounce on him lightly, just enough to get the correct rhythm first. You held onto his neck, squeezing the life out of him as you whimpered in his ear.

At this moment, he knew there was no turning back. It felt too good for you and him. There was no way he could resist you now. He used the grip he had on your waist to bounce you himself, making the pace quicken.

“J-Just tell me what you want. I’ll help you through it ok?” He moaned, nuzzling his head into your soft curly hair. You were a complete mess, chasing your orgasm off the strength of him.

“Lay back, p-please?” You whined, pushing on his chest. He quickly obliged, his back becoming flush with the mossy ground. You started to grind into him, head tilted all the way back as you moaned his name.

He held onto your hips, matching your movements. You snapped your head back down at him, you both making eye contact with eachother.

“It’s so hot, neteyam.” You whined, trailing your hands up your stomach, and all the way to your top.

“Mhm.” He grunted, bottom lip between his teeth as he bucked his hips into yours. His eyes trailed down to the source, watching your sticky pelvises slap together with every firm thrust.

Without warning, you ripped your top in half, throwing it to the side. Your plump breasts were swollen, and your nipples were puffy. Bouncing with every thrust Neteyam sent your way.

“Fuuuck, you’re so pretty. Gonna make me give it all to you.” He grunted, throwing his head back as his face balled in pleasure. You placed your hands firmly on his chest, using him as the perfect leverage.

“Mmm, give it all to me. F-Fuck me like you mean it.” You moaned, voice rippling from his steady rhythm.

“Oh, I mean it…come here.” He growled, pulling you down to him by your neck. You went in to kiss him, but he wouldn’t return. He wanted to keep the tension lingering a little longer. Both of your hot breaths fanning each others nose from the unbearable closeness.

He looked into your glossy eyes, and sped up his pace inside of you. His thick, veiny cock thrusting into you firmly made your head spin in pleasure. Your jaw fell slack, audible whimpers falling out of your mouth.

“Mmm, I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna make a fucking mess in a few. Am I right?” He grunted, bouncing you harder on his lap. Your words were still caught in your throat, so you sent him a lazy nod. He bit his lip, eyeing your pleasure filled face. He couldn’t help it any longer. Pulling your neck closer to engage in a passionate kiss as he bucked into you deeply.

His lips were soft against yours. You couldn’t think of any better way to muffle your cries. And finally, you felt your muscles tense, your heart rate speeding up tremendously. You focused on how his strong arms wrapped around your tiny frame, his low satisfied grunts, his throbbing cock giving you the pleasure you had been dying for.You pulled away from this kiss, sitting up on him with your hands placed firmly on his chest.

“Neteyam, I-Im cumming, im cumming!” You moaned, bouncing on his lap hard. He nodded in satisfaction, sending a hard smack to your ass.

“I can feel it. Keep squeezing me like that. Don’t fucking stop!” He spoke breathily, placing his hands on your hips to guide you. “Ohhh fuck!” You screamed, head falling back towards the sky in pleasure as you released on him. Your slick flowing down the sides of his hips like a waterfall.

“Goddamn, y/n.” He grunted, your cunt leaking it’s essence all over his cock with every slow thrust, coaxing the loudest squelching noises out of you. For a moment, he almost lost himself in the pleasure. His eyes started to roll back, his mouth slightly agape as he bounced you harder onto him. He felt his body starting to succumb to his animalistic instincts to breed you.

“F-Fuck, I-I can’t- I can’t!” He moaned, twitching underneath you. However, that’s exactly what you wanted, what you needed. You wanted to feel his warm seed find sanctuary in your empty womb, hoping that it would lead to you barefoot and pregnant with his child. Maybe it was your heat talking but there was nothing more that you wanted but him.

“Breed me please. Make me yours.” You moaned breathily, rocking back and forth on him. He couldn’t take it: such a gorgeous girl, fucking the daylights out of him as she begged to be filled with his seed. It was all too much.

“N-No, p-please don’t talk like that! I-I can’t-“ he whimpered, lifting you off of him in one swift motion, pushing you to the side as gently as possible.

“Fuuuuck.” He moaned, bucking his hips into his hand. His muscles were tensed, his eyes shut tightly, and his face screwed in pleasure. You watched him, wanting more, needing more. You couldn’t help it. A wave of dangerous desire washed over you. You crawled over to him, ripping his hand away from his throbbing cock and quickly replacing it with your mouth. His eyes shot opened, peering down at the source.

“Mmm j-just like that.” He grunted, holding your damp hair into a ponytail. You engulfed his entire length, swirling your tongue around his shaft as you bobbed your head quickly. He felt your throat contracting around his sensitive tip, and started to buck his hips wildly.

“I’m gonna cum…g-gonna cum.” He nodded, voice laced with exhaustion as his eyes crossed. And in an instant, his seed filled your cheeks. You slide off of him slowly with a satisfied hum, swallowing his seed like water on a hot summer day.

He watched you in complete shock, knowing what was to come. Your eyes were glowing brighter, as if the urge for him was stronger, almost like a soul tie. You couldn’t get enough of him.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked hesitantly, scanning your wet body. He lazily stood to his feet in-front of you. His cock still undeniably hard as it laid against his belly.

“I-I need more.” You pouted, caressing his strong thighs. He sighed, caressing the back of your head. “You’re going to be the death of me, little one. You know that?” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“I-Im sorry, Neteyam. But You’re addictive…like a drug. I need you, please. I-I can’t get enough of you.” You whimpered, running your hands up and down his flexed abs. He tucked his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched you, your touch arousing him even more.

“It’s like that, huh?” He asked. “Oh yes. I need it. Now.” You both stared at each other for several seconds before he lifted you up, backing you into a nearby tree.

“Show me how you want it.” He commanded, chest heaving from excitement. You spun around in his embrace. You placed your hands on the bark firmly, backing your ass into his pelvis.

“Alright then, princess. Let’s end this, ok?” He asked, not even giving you enough time to answer before he shoved his cock deep into your sensitive cunt. You let out a high pitched whimper, leaning your forehead against the hard bark.

“I know, I know.” He muttered in your ear, before pecking your cheek. His arms were wrapped around your waist to hold you still as he began to thrust into you at a steady rhythm.

“Ohhhh my-“ you began, being consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. His hands trailed up your torso, all the way to your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.

He let out a loud groan in satisfaction, speeding up the pace. Your moans became louder, your voice echoing through the quiet forest. His hand flew up to your mouth, muffling your loud cries of pleasure.

“No, no, no. You’ve gotta keep this pretty little voice down. As much as I like hearing you scream…” he started, sending you a hard thrust, piercing into your cervix. Your moan was muffled by his large hand.

“I can’t take any chances. Got it?” He mumbled in your ear, kissing the lobe as he kept a steady pace. You groaned in his hand as a response. You found his request ridiculous, considering your sensitive state, and the way that he was fucking you.

He slowly released your mouth, lines of your spit connecting you two. He slid his hand down to your neck, gripping it firmly. You bit your lip, trying your best to keep your voice down for him.

“Good girl, gooood fucking girl.” He muttered through a clenched jaw. Thrusting into you fast and deep. He watched as your ass smacked against his pelvis repeatedly, sending a hard smack to the plush skin.

“You’re g-gonna make me cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!” You cried, head finding comfort on the bark in exhaustion.

“Mmm, i know. Bend over alittle more. Open up for me.” He commanded, pushing your back down. His hands found your hips, slamming into you with no mercy. He was deeper than ever now. His swollen tip massaging your sweetspot just right. You gripped the bark, knuckles turning white. Your other hand reaching around to grab his forearm.

“Neteyaaamm, keep fucking me just like that. I-I’m sooo so close.” You whined quietly, turning to look back at him. He was so focused, abs flexing with every thrust as he watched your plump ass ripple against his pelvis.

“Cum for me. sexy ass.” He moaned, sending your ass a hard smack once more. You felt your stomach muscles tensing, harder than last time. Your pretty little face was balled up in pleasure, as your mouth flew opened. Heavy pants fell from your lips as your legs started to tremble underneath you. The feeling was euphoric, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. You didn’t want it to end.

“Don’t pull out. I-I wanna have your babies.” You moaned deliriously, eyes rolling in pleasure as you held his forearm in your pit-bull lock.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. D-Don’t talk like that.” He grunted, making sure to focus on your backside, and less on your eyes. He knew he’d most likely fall in love if he faced you for too long. And that was something he was trying his best to avoid, but you weren’t making it easy for him at all. All he wanted to do was help you, nothing more….nothing less.

“I-I want you to fill me up. Like I’m your little cum slut. That’s all I wanna be for you, Neteyam.” You spoke sensually, voice shaky from your in coming orgasm.

He shook his head before snapping it to the sky, letting out a loud growl. He was trying to contain himself, but God…you were insatiable.

“I know you wanna cum deep inside of me. You want me to carry your child. I-I’ll do it for you, I’ll do it, Neteyam!” You moaned breathily, your orgasm just inches away from you.

“I-I don’t-I don’t.” He grunted, breathing heavily. He shook his head once more, trying to convince himself that he didn’t want that when in reality…that’s all he wanted right now. He wanted nothing more.

“Look at me.” You moaned, running your hand up his abs. He was too lost to be found now, he couldn’t resist you anymore. His eyes met yours and it felt like electricity was coursing through his entire body. He was stuck, couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“I-Im cumming!” You whimpered, eyes filling with tears as your bottom lip quivered. As much as he tried to look away, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to, it felt too good.

“I-I- me too.” He moaned, a slight whine in his tone. “P-Please let me have it. Wanna be p-pregnant…by you only.” You cried, body trembling uncontrollably.

Neteyam was gone, his restraint was out the window. Everything he’d ever learned was null in void. He was yours to use for your personal pleasure. He’d do anything you asked him to in this state. And with a lazy nod, tears blurring his vision, he finally gave in to you.

“Yes, Princess.” He whimpered, thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic as your walls began to flutter around his cock. A single tear fell from his eye at the overwhelming pleasure. He’d never felt anything like it before.

For a moment, there was silence as you two stared into each-others eyes, both of your jaws slack. And just like that, you both came in unison. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you trembled in his arms. His thick seed spilled into your womb, filling it to the brim just how you wanted.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried, nodding at him in satisfaction. “My baby, carrying my babies. T-Thats what you wanted, right? We’re tied for life, now. You hear me?!” He moaned, pulling you up by your hair to leave soft kisses along your collar bone. Your eyes fluttered shut, resting your head on his chest before they opened again, revealing that familiar amber color again.

“Mhm!” You whimpered, nodding frantically as you came down from your high. He pulled out of you slowly, watching his access seed trickle down your trembling legs.

He spun you around, pinning you against the tree again. “You must come with me. At least for the time being.” He commanded. Your eyebrows ruffled in confusion.

“No, I must go home. My father is probably worried sick. He is olo’eyktan, and he’d send out a search party for me. If he found me with your clan, he’d think you kidnapped me. He’d kill you.” You confessed, staring up at him with a doe-eyed look.

“Shit! He’s the CLAN LEADER?!” He asked in complete shock. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “Im screwed! My father is going to murder me.” He confessed, fear written across his face.

“Neteyam, listen. I’ll go home. I’ll keep my mouth shut about this. It’s all my fault, not yours. I don’t want you to get in trouble with your father.” You spat, caressing his biceps in a loving manner.

“No way would I let you bare this alone. We both share this responsibility, and…I don’t know, I just feel like…this was meant to be.” He smiled, rubbing your empty belly. You sighed, placing your dainty hand on-top of his as you looked down at your stomach.

“We don’t even know if im pregnant. We could get lucky, Neteyam. And then we could go our separate ways.” You nodded, eyes fluttering up to his. His smile fell, a wave of sadness brushing over him. He knew that he would be in the most trouble if you were pregnant, but a part of him kind of wanted that. And even if you weren’t carrying hi child, he wanted to keep seeing you. But it seems as if he misread the situation, and it was clear that you only used him for your own personal gain. He took a step back from you, finally assessing the situation for what it was.

“Right…separate ways. I-I’ve gotta go.” He spoke, snatching his loincloth from the ground to wrap it around his hips. Your eyes widened, realizing what you had just done. In your head, you thought that he’d be happy about not seeing you again. After all, you were just a random girl that wandered on the wrong side of the forest. You were different from him, from a different clan. As much as you did like him, you couldn’t understand how the feelings could be reciprocated. Why would he want anything serious with you?

“N-Neteyam I didn’t mean it like that.” You spoke, your eyes becoming blurred by your own tears.

“No, it’s fine….J-Just meet me back here a month from today with an update. Same time. As much as you don’t want it….I would like to be involved in any way that I can. I’m not that kind of guy.” He commanded, not even being able to look you in the eyes as his were flooded with tears.

“One month, or I’ll hunt you down my damn self.” He growled, looking everywhere but at you. His demeanor becoming uninvited and cold. You nodded, obeying his wishes.

“I’ll see you…y/n.” He muttered, Turning on his heels before darting away into the darkness. Your heart shattered, the leftover pieces dropping into your stomach. You slid down the tree, crying hysterically. You ran your hands through your hair before looking into the sky.

What have you done?…

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[anemonelovesfiction]

✨ Merry Ficmas ✨

Please don’t feel discouraged if I haven’t posted your works, I actually had a hard time dwindling my list down! Click on the titles if the works interest you guys, I made sure it was hyperlinked to the correct stories!

Hope you guys enjoy making your lists as much as I did!

Don’t forget to use the #AvatarFicmas2023

Recommended Monogamous Works

1. Any of @oakbuggy’s are work’s including Neteyam and Flora is a chef’s kiss from me!

2. “God of War” by @shit-i-say-shit-i-think (Rotxo x Ash Na’Vi reader)

3. “Lovingly Yours” by @neteyamssyulang (Kiri x human female mate)

4. “The Moon” by @live-laugh-neteyam (Neteyam x human reader) angst, grab some tissues.

5. “Addicted to You” by @pandoraslxna (Lo’ak x human reader)

Recommended Poly-ship Works

1. “Growing in Eywa” by @shit-i-say-shit-i-think (Rotxo x Ao’nung x Human female reader) -This one is a series-

2. “Pxelo” by @makoodles (Tonowari x Ronal x Human reader) -This was my first liked post on tumblr-

3. “My Our Little Play Thing” by @blue-sadie (Neteyam x human fem reader x Lo’ak)

4. This concept of Tsutey, Jake, and Neytiri being in a poly relationship by @333desire333 (not the actual work I was looking for, They have one where they draw all the kids)

Pairing(s) I Wish Was Written More Of

Kiri x Reader (Human or Na’Vi)

Rotxo x Reader (Human or Na’vi)

Tsireya x Reader (Human or Na’vi)

Jake x Tsutey

Lo’ak x Ao’nung

Tsireya x Neteyam

Jake x Neytiri x Reader (Human or Na’Vi)

Lo’ak x Tsireya x Reader (Human or Na’Vi)

Keep in mind, this last little bit (Paring(s) I wish was written more of) Will be something you take from someone else’s list and write a fic or make artwork on and post it on the 25th of December as a christmas present. Don’t forget to tag the person you are writing the little fanfic for! And since I don’t expect many people to participate in this I will be writing as many fics as I can (Which is why I’m not participating in other fun and exciting writing contests) but the only drawings I can do are stick figures

[normspellsman]

Deja Vu

part one | part two

pairing: lo’ak x fem!tawkami!reader

genre: angst

word count: 2k+

warning(s): sibling death, mention of fatal wound, & mentions of violence

word bank: sempul — father, tsmukan — brother, tsmuke — sister, kehe — no, yawntu — beloved, eywa/great mother — goddess deity the na’vi believe in, & oel ngati kameie — i see you

note: another writer had posted something similar to this way before i did (except w/ neteyam i think) & i was inspired to create something similar. if you know their user, please comment it so i can give them the proper inspiration creds! kelu is your brother in this fic. i wrote this within an hour and a half so it might be shitty even if i proofread it twice lol.

Fire and ash was the only thing you could see. Soot covering your azure skin as you mindlessly walked around your beloved burning home. Nearly everything that you grew up around and knew was halfway burned to the ground. Nothing but burnt stumps left behind.

The moments that led to your current situation was of the Sky Peoples making. 

They had tracked down the Sullys from their home clan, ambushing yours, burning and slaughtering everything and everyone in sight.

Your Sempul had ordered you to get the remaining children in sight to safety and away from your clan's Home Tree. Everything after that was a blur. You had gotten the children away to safety, running back to aid your Sempul in fighting against the evil that was invading your home. But only found fire and ash in the place where you last seen your Sempul. A million dreadful thoughts clouded your mind as you desperately looked and shouted for your beloved family.

It wasn’t until you saw the familiar armband of your only brother that seized you in your steps and caused your heart to fall into the pit of your stomach.

“Tsmukan…?” You called out, frozen in your spot, watching if the body in front of you shifted or made any movement. Please, Great Mother, please, you thought.

A barely audible groan reached your ears, causing your feet to move faster than your thoughts, gathering your little brother in your arms as you gently clutched him to your chest.

“Kelu,” you breathed out, wiping away the soot from his beautiful azure skin. Your heart began to ache as the seconds passed by and nothing came from his lips.

“Tsmuke,” Kelu responded, moving half an inch closer to your chest, craving your body's warmth as his rapidly disappeared, “Don’t cry”.

You didn’t even realize tears began to fall from your waterline, dryly chuckling at his response, stroking underneath your brother's cheekbone in comfort, for the both of you.

Kelu had a tendency to say that whenever he could see that you were visibly upset because if you cried, so did he. He was always an emotional child growing up and seeing his older sister upset and cry made him upset and cry as well. He cares for you so much. More than you would ever get to know.

“I’m sorry, tsmukan, I can’t help it,” you replied, refusing to look at the wound at the base of your brother's ribcage, knowing that if you did you’d only sob harder.

“I love you,” Kelu whispered, using the last of his strength to put his own hand over yours that gently laid on his cheek, “Do not be sad. I will always be with you,”. His hand moved from your cheek to your the left of your chest, right above your heart.

That phrase was the last thing you expected your brother's last words to be. In fact, you never thought that your brother's last words would be directed to you. You’d hope that by the time his time came, you’d be long gone by then, waiting in the afterlife with open arms to welcome him.

You let out a choked sob as he finally relaxed into your grasp and fell limp against it, his eyes slightly glazing over as they remained on your face.

“Kehe,” you choked out, beginning to rock back and forth, “Kelu! Please!”.

You shook him a couple of times, trying to rouse him so you’d have some more time with him. But he didn’t stir.

Silence had spread over multiple beats, the sounds of crackling fire and distant sobs being the only source of noise that echoed throughout the forest.

The realization and acceptance that your only brother had passed away in your arms had settled itself into your brain and chest, making your, unfortunately, still beating heart ache from grief.

Kelu was only thirteen years old when he passed, barely experienced life. He hadn’t even completed his Iknimya, only starting it months ago.

You brought your deceased brother closer to your chest and kissed his ashened hair before placing your forehead onto his cold one. 

You held so much love for your brother that you carved a special piece into your heart to harbor it. It had been immediately filled the day he was born, when you had held him in your arms and he had gripped his tiny hand around your forefinger. You promised to protect and love him no matter what from that day forward. But it looked like you had broken that promise, even if it was out of your control.

Sobs wracked your entire body as you rocked back and forth on your knees in order to comfort yourself. You had a tight grip on your deceased brother as you did so, afraid that if you let go, the ground was going to open up and swallow his body whole, Eywa taking him back into her grasp.

“(Y/N)!” a familiar deep voice called out, anxiety laced inside their voice.

Every fiber in your being stilled at the voice. You knew who it was and you didn’t want to see him. The one who was responsible for this grief. The death of your brother. The death of some of your clanspeople. The death of your once beating heart. And, still, the one that you loved.

“Go away,” you demanded, tightening your hold on your brother further, continuing your previous actions of rocking back and forth gently.

“Yawntu,” he softly said, kneeling down beside you, placing his five fingered hand onto your shoulder.

“Kehe! No, Lo’ak. Go away!” you hissed out, whipping your head towards the boy next to you, baring your sharp fangs at the teen. “This is all your fault!” You added on, glaring at him.

A flash of hurt came across Lo’ak’s face, slightly frowning at your words and actions. “My love, I’m sorry. So sorry,” he softly said, knowing who limply laid in your protective hold.

He loved watching you interact with Kelu. It reminded him a lot of himself and Tuk in some ways. Albeit you and Kelu not having a significant age gap, he still saw him and his sister in the two of you. He always insisted on tagging along wherever you went, pouting and pleading when you refused. Kelu also talked highly of you to his friends, Lo’ak catching him in the act many times. His heart always swelled in size whenever he saw you interact with Kelu. It made him wonder if you’d be as sweet, as caring, and as loving to your children as you were with your younger brother.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated, desperately trying to meet your gaze.

When everything started happening and the Sky People began attacking, Lo’ak immediately began looking for you before doing anything else. He was so worried that you’d be amongst the many of the deceased bodies that he passed while looking for you, that he turned every single one around to make sure it wasn’t you. Whispering prayers to the Great Mother that she would lead him to you. Alive.

“No! You and your family have done enough,” you shouted, pushing him away as you ripped one of your arms from around your brother's body to do so. “You should’ve never came here!” you continued, refusing to meet Lo’ak’s gaze. You knew that it wasn’t exactly Lo’ak or his family’s fault, but you needed someone to blame. Someone to be mad at. His family had seeked refuge within your clan, ultimately leading to the events that occurred today. Their presence led them here. Their presence is what killed your brother.

Lo’ak had felt stones begin to gather within his heart. He felt heavy at your words. He knew to some degree that they might be true. He and his family had targets on their backs ever since Quaritch had returned. And he knew that you were grieving and in pain and that you didn’t fully mean the words that you said. You needed an outlet to direct your anger to and Lo’ak would happily be that outlet if that meant you were still breathing and safe and sound. Even if it meant you resented him forever for what was done to your clan this day.

He tried to comfort you, attempting to put his hand on your cheek but you only brushed it off, looking back to Kelu and tucking the loose strands of his braids back.

He looked so peaceful like this. Like he wasn’t a child that was born into a world that only knew war and its aftereffects. Like he was a baby once again and soundly slept without a care in the world.

“This is your fault,” you repeated, ears pressing back against your skull, “all your fault”.

More stones gathered in Lo’ak’s heart as those words slipped past your lips. He felt guilty at your confession. He loved you with his whole heart and felt responsible for bringing this kind of grief into your life. He vowed to protect you from the cruelness of the Sky Demons, failing at the one job he gave himself.

Lo’ak brought his hand up to your warm and damp cheek, softly rubbing away at the soot that covered nearly the entirety of your face.

You tried your best to not melt into his soft hold, but you didn’t have the energy in you to push his hand off. So, you allowed his hand to continue its gentle grip on your face.

You felt so tired. You just wanted all the suffering to stop. You wanted your brother back. You wanted the fire to stop burning your home. You wanted your heart to start beating again.

“Lo’ak!” a deeper voice called, causing Lo’ak to retreat his gaze from your slouched frame to his enclosing Father, “Lo’ak, we have to go.”.

Jake’s words pulled you out from your trance, head whipping up to look at your lover's Father, a new found anger spreading throughout your body.

It was as if Jake could sense your anger and hostility towards the man, stopping in his tracks as he gulped the saliva in his mouth, shaking. He could’ve swore that he saw your amber hues turn into slits as they landed on his frame. A sense of deja vu flooded Jake as he stared at your position and his son's desperate look. He knew what had happened and found himself feeling bad for you.

“Go,” you barked out, finally letting go of your brother and hauling Lo’ak up in a bruising grip, “Go! Leave here! Never come back!”.

“(Y/N), please,” Lo’ak whispered. “I’m sorry. Oel ngati kameie. Let me help you,” he pleaded.

You only shook your head, intricate beaded braids whacking Lo’ak in the face, causing him to stagger back a bit. “Go! Leave! Don’t not come back here,” you hissed, pushing at his lean chest, “You all have done enough.”.

You turned your back on him after your yelling, crouching back down to gather Kelu into your arms once again. You wailed in agony as you laid your cheek on his forehead, squeezing himself into you as if he was your lifeline.

Your words were like daggers to his heart, causing it to bleed out from within his chest. All he wanted to do was drag you into his warm embrace and comfort you. He wished he would transfer your pain to him so you wouldn’t have to suffer and live with it everyday.

Jake Sully had decided to seek refuge within the Tawkami clan. Their withdrawn and peaceful nature allowed him and his family to stay as long as they needed. He had chosen the peaceful lorekeepers due to their convenient placement deep within the forest. They were only hard to find if you didn't know the way, something that eased Jake’s thoughts regarding Quaritch finding them. He had been wrong it seems. Because Quaritch still found him. He’d find him no matter where he went. Jake was foolish to think otherwise as well as drag another clan into avoidable and unnecessary violence. He was the reason many Tawkami died that day. He was the reason for the destruction of their beloved home. He was the reason for your beloved brother's death. It all gave him deja vu as he thought about it, seeing himself in his son and his wife in you.

“Son,” Jake called out, gently grabbing his son's hand as he urged him to follow him, “We need to go. Now.”.

Lo’ak didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to leave you. He knew you needed support during this time and wanted to offer you that crutch to lean on. But the pleading voice of his Father and your cold shoulder had pulled him from his position by your side to by his Father, following after him as he walked further and further away from your grieving figure.

Just before Lo’ak completely left you in your saddened state, he turned back around to look at you one last time. As his eyes danced around your body, he silently promised to himself and the Great Mother that he’d get your revenge. No matter what it took.

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twin flames | L.S. (Avatar: The Way of Water) - Prologue

Summary: Eywa has bonded the Son of the Forest and Daughter of Ember over the pain and grief towards the Sky People.

Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk’itan x Ash People Na’vi!Female!Reader (Uses she/her/hers pronouns; No use of Y/N) Warning: Canon Character Death, Angst, Grief

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The sea gives and the sea takes. 

Water connects all things: life to death, darkness to light.

And the sea brought comfort and pain to Lo’ak, from his first spiritual connection with Payakan, becoming his spiritual brother, and to the death of his real brother, Neteyam. All were connected with the waves of the ocean, for the sea longs to hold all of the tales.

There is no denying that Awa’atlu is beautiful, yet it still hurts to stay. Far away from home, with no assurance that they would ever return. And every time Lo’ak stays with his family, it pains him to see the reflection of his brother in his mother, the way his father is a mirror to Neteyam’s noble nature, or how sometimes Tuktirey would look for Neteyam whenever all is dark, everything reminded him of his brother. Neteyam’s death and his failure.

And the only thing Lo’ak could do is run away and hide, that’s what he is best at. Hide in the shadows of his brother and hide in shame and the racking guilt that clouded his mind. 

Sometimes Lo’ak hated the ocean, he wanted the world to burn in anger. 

Lo’ak was dreaming. Dreaming of fire. Dreaming of everything falling into chaos while he stands in the middle only watching, watching as every flame reaches his enemies, burning them with intense heat as they scream in agony asking their gods for forgiveness. Always he stood and watched as they cried… and sometimes in those dreams, he let the fire consume him too. Crawling slowly from the tips of his toes to his own neural queue. And sometimes he would see the fire in his eyes, slowly killing him as he accepted his fate.

And in the middle of the ocean, he tries to calm his mind. He tries to find comfort in calming waves, to drown out his burning rage. That’s what water does right? To kill the flame.

The waves didn’t provide him comfort, he wanted to feel numb. But it never did.

In the middle of the night, he lay floating in the ocean after his nightmare. His nightmare consisted of his brother burning in the same fire he caused, and in that nightmare, Lo’ak only stood there doing nothing. When he wakes up in cold sweat, he can still feel the burning sensation in his ribs.

And Lo’ak could only swim in the water, his ilu long forgotten as soon as he spotted Payakan. And in his hurry state, he only thought of one thing, he wanted to feel the cold embrace of water to calm down his rage. His teeth clenched tightly focused on one thing and that is to drown out the fire that is burning inside him.

Payakan tried his best to join his spiritual brother, but when the tulkun felt the sudden turn of the waves getting stronger it sensed that it was time to head back. Calling out to Lo’ak in clicks and whistles, trying to grab the attention of the boy who floated in the middle of the sea looking beyond and lost. 

Lo’ak who was far too deep in his head drowned out any noises from his spiritual brother. Only when he felt the strong current pull him under did he awaken his senses. When Lo’ak swam up coughing out the excess salt water in his lungs, another large wave came tumbling down to him. Lo’ak tried his best to brace himself for another impact, trying his best to breathe air. When Payakan helped him stay afloat, he held on tightly to his tulkun friend.

In the distance, Lo’ak could see a figure. A large animal came towards him, and he felt fear creeping up in his veins as he thought that it might be another carnivorous fish ready to bite him off. Its forked tongue hissed through the air, almost sounding like a pain cry. 

When Payakan nudged the boy towards the creature hissing in pain with every water pushing in its scales, a woven rope was tied on its body. Lo’ak felt no danger as the unknown creature only asked for help, waving through the strong current, Lo’ak could see a figure on its back.

Another na’vi, whose hands were tied tightly on the woven rope that held the creature's large neck and body. In the moonlights, Lo’ak could see their pale skin, almost resembling ash with a hint of blue. Lo’ak could feel his blood run cold, is this another dead body?

He tried tugging the body off of the creature, but it didn’t budge, their face planted down onto the animal. Payakan helped carry the unknown creature and the na’vi who was dressed in bones and large feathers, like his grandmother the tsahik. Skulls covered their face but the four-fingered hand was the tell-tale that it was a na’vi.

When Payakan had guided them to a nearby rock formation, where the water was calm and the sand helped them to rest. The large unknown creature exhaustively slumped in the sands, Lo’ak could see it bleeding as it carried its rider dutifully. 

Clutching his own knife, Lo’ak cut off the ties between the creature and the na’vi. When the body fell towards the ground with a large thump, he was worried it would awaken them, yet it didn’t. No signs of breathing, dead.

Lo’ak feared for the worst, he didn’t want another death to be on his hands. When he took off the mask that adorned the na’vi’s face. He was stunned it was a female na’vi. 

Gashes and scars littered their face, looking for a pulse, he could feel the faint heartbeat and pulse of blood flowing through their veins. Tapping their cheeks to awaken them, yet it didn’t, they stayed still on the sand.

Hands positioned at the center of its chest, his own shoulders directly over their hands and elbows locked. Then he pushed down, giving the na’vi chest compressions, panic surging through his bones as he feared that another death would be caused by him. He didn’t want to fail, no matter who this person is he’d do anything to keep them alive. 

“Hey!” With every push, he tried to scream at them.

“Wake up!”

“Hey!”

“Wake the fuck up!”

“Fucking breathe.”

“Just… wake up.”

“Please… fucking live…”

“...Breathe please…”

“Please…”

When he was done giving chest compressions, he tried to open the airway by tilting their head. Lo’ak pinched the nostrils of the unconscious na’vi and covered her mouth with his, sealing it tight and giving two rescue breaths. When he first exhales a breath, he can see the na’vi’s chest rise, giving another exhale. When Lo’ak sat still, he resumed the chest compressions, restoring the blood flow. 

In the blink of an eye, he heard a sharp inhale of breath, followed by a coughing fit. He slumped down in the sand, he just saved a life. The na’vi held her hand near her chest, thumping it wildly and when she turned to her right, she saw who had saved her. 

Lo’ak sat still in shock, their pupils were in a vertical slit, and amber-colored irises looked at him, sensing danger. Eyes that looked like dancing flames; Eyes that were filled with rage.

Suddenly, you flipped away from him as he yelped in surprise, hands already holding onto a knife that looked like they had been crafted from the colors of a palulukan, dark like the night. 

“Woah! Hey, calm down!”

You hissed at him, fangs larger than his or anyone that he knew of. Ears on high alert, while your tail stood in a defensive stance behind you; Lo’ak then realize it wasn’t like those of the Omatikaya Clan nor Metkayina, yours were far different, tail almost resembling the unknown creature you rode. Instead of blue pigmentation that scattered your skin, its colors were way darker complimenting your ash-toned skin.  

Then Lo’ak realized, maybe you were from another clan, washed by the sea, in an unknown territory, far from your own home. Just like him.

You hissed, eyes only trained on him as he held his palm towards you, showing that he was no threat. When you realize his hands held an extra finger, your eyes darken and grow into a thinner slit.

“Demon.” You muttered, voice filled with disdain.

At the speed of lightning, you swiped his feet with the ease of a snake. He tumbled down harshly on the sound with a large thump. Lo’ak realizing the danger scrambled backward as you crawled to snatch his ankles pulling him closer to you. Fear crept in his veins, as he immediately grabbed the dagger in his hands, nicking him with the tip of your dagger in his cheek. 

He tried to push the arm that held the dagger,  wounding your arm in the process not before you landed the butt of your blade directly to his cheekbones like a harsh slap. When you realized that there was far too much blood in your arms, you hissed at him, as he kicked your ribs off of him. You rolled in the sand, and a hiss of pain could be heard as he watched you roll off into the oncoming tide. Your skin felt like it was on fire from the burning sensation of the salty sea.

You stood straight, eyes narrow in anger at him. All were red, like the blood dripping from your arms and the woven beads that adorned your chest and neck. All were red, like the fire in both of your eyes. Anger is directed at each other for reasons unknown. Both of you yearn for destruction, and no prayer can calm the storm inside.

“I should kill you for that.” You snarled, he swore he could see your fangs grow longer. Lo’ak could taste blood in his own mouth, spitting the taste of iron into the sea.

“You want to fight? Let’s fight.” He rolled his shoulders, arms positioned in an offensive stance while one hand held his knife. Lo’ak could feel the fiery rage in him, the itch to go in a blind rage.

Together you fought, knives clashing as scars started to litter both of your bodies. The sea did not fare well, as with every passing moment the tide grew stronger as if it was feeling the same rage he felt. Lo’ak cut through the air in a frenzied state, his knife nicked you more than once, still tired from waking up harshly while he remained to have the upper hand.

You stumbled when a harsh wave pushed you forward toward him, and when Lo’ak saw the opening, he did everything in his power to throw your knife far away from you. Resorting to using your sharp claws to claw him, in the process scratches littered on his chest. Punching you in your gut with a harsh blow, leaving you to lower your defenses as he smacked the arms away.

Panic littered your eyes, as he clutched both of your arms, intertwining them with his own and tugging you forward once more. Before he could fall flat on his butt, Lo’ak flipped you as he was the one on top of you while you were submerged in the water.

And for a moment before you fell right into the arms of the sea, the world stopped as he stared at the fear in your eyes and the blood surrounding you. It almost felt beautiful, the stillness of the air and the anger in him burning him whole. Death would’ve almost taken you as his, another soul added in the guise of Eywa’s will.

Lo’ak paused his dagger right above your neck pulsing with life. 

Your arms slack beside you while he held you with his knees on your side. 

You were not the enemy. It almost turned ugly, turned red and dark. You almost died and he almost killed you. Another person’s blood was almost on his hand. He was just angry.

He wanted his pain inflicted somewhere, and you were the bystander who did not deserve to be in his line of rage. His anger was incoherent, unidentifiable, and inconsolable but one thing is for certain is that his anger should not be directed at anyone but himself.

The only sound he could hear was the loud thumping of his heart, and the waves hitting the rocky shore with harshness as if it was scolding him. 

He threw his knife far away from you, as he slumped down. Head right next to yours, both of you stayed still.

Lo’ak closed his eyes tightly as he screamed, wailing in anger. Cried in anger, in pain, in grief.

You didn’t flinch at his outburst. His scream was far deafening, but there was a hint of sadness, a mournful growl. Hidden with the red in his hands were the tears that fell from his eyes. And if you listen closely, you can hear the cry for help.

For a moment, both of you forgot what you were fighting for. Forget that you almost died and he almost killed you.

Him fighting for his own rage and you as well. Rage towards the same people that hurt both of you. The people that came from the sky.

Back at your home, Mahuika, one of the largest volcanic biomes of Eywa'eveng. Where your sands were colored dark like the ashes of Mount Valko, its fire embers sprouted red with the golden red lava that dripped from its side. The molten rock colored your island with a red glow, as white fog clouded every home that resided on the island. It was beautiful, the embers were nothing but comfort and warmth. Warm like a home should be.

Your people were never open to change, but you did. You thought of the Sky People as the same as you because in the eyes of the flame, everything is the same; your curiosity led to your own clan’s demise.

Only did it become red, red as blood littered the grounds, red as the scream of help had drowned out every noise, red like the wounds from your own sisters, red like the fire of your homes grew larger and larger eating everything in its path. When people that came from the sky had come to your village, your own Olo'eyktan, your mother, Varang, had pushed you towards safety. Safety in the form of the sea as she protected her village and her tree.

The last thing that you saw was the five-fingered hand that tried to grab your mother and that was the last time you had seen her.

You woke up as your own tarākona followed you to the sea. And the first person that saved you came in the form of the demon.

And the truth becomes like murky waters when the same demon has saved you from the harsh seas. You didn’t know what to do, he possessed no threat but you attacked him. Your gratitude turned into anger when his fingers reminded you of the monsters in the form of your people walking your land and taking your home as their own.

When the waters were calm, as you floated beneath him. His arms held straight right above your head as he still kept his eyes closed tightly, pain painted on his brows.

“Your kind landed in my home.” You whispered.

“I’m not…” Not what? One of them? When all was clear that he has Demon Blood, like his father before him, Jake Sully was one of the Sky People, a Dream Walker. Even if his father had already proved himself to be Toruk Makto, you cannot erase that his first birth was in one among the stars.

Lo’ak realized that he had been holding you down, he moved away and lay down on the calm waves.

“When I tried to find my mother, the sky people were gone… and so were my sisters.” Lo’ak didn’t need to question more, he understood it all too well. 

His pains were the same as yours. Two halves of one soul, bound by the ever-growing flames of rage and pain.

“I’m sorry.” Lo’ak could only apologize, for his father’s sins and his own too. 

“They killed my brother too.” You angled your head towards him. “It was my fault he is now dead.”

“I guess we are more alike than you think.”  You didn’t need to say it but Lo’ak knew, he could see the look in your eyes as he stared at the embodiment of flames. The deep understanding and connection, a mere reflection of what both of your anger would look like. 

Looking at you, he can see it. And you can too. No words need to be uttered, no actions need to be done, a deep connection binds you together, frustrations that came from deep within your hearts that tugged both of you together to a mutual understanding.

Reflection of the pain, the hurt, the sadness, the loss, the anger. The whirlwind of emotions and the fact that both of you don’t know where to place these emotions. 

Do you hide it? Keep it under your bones for safe keeping, just waiting for the day it would spill your guts just like what happened now.

Or do you forget it? Forget the memories and the people who had resided in the corners of your mind.

Or would you forgive?

What would you do?

Looking right at each other,  ‘I see you.’

Māori Words Used: Mahuika - Fire Deity, In the case of the story the home of the reader Tarākona - Means dragon Taglist: @okaylorrainee

A/N: While i'm writing this, it almost took another turn, a turn where everything is calm and the only problem the reader would face is how to heal her bonded creature. But I told myself it doesn't fit with the beginning of the fic, I'm telling a story about grief and loss. It also was supposed to be one shot and ending with that but the world-building is just so good so I'm going to write a chapter or two about this. Lo’ak needed this. He needed to face his rage, the fire inside him.

And this is inspired by my other all-time favorite series, ATLA, specifically The Southern Raiders ep.

I’m going to give credit to @sullyfortress (GREAT ASH PEOPLE ARTWORK BTW) for providing me with insightful information about the possibilities of what the Ash People could be. Also, I tried to base Ash People on Māori Culture, and I tried my best and did my research on the Māori fire deity and the cultural significance of fire for the Māori Culture. (I hope I did not disrespect your culture, Please educate me if so)

This is a reminder that the plot belongs to me, except for the characters of the Avatar Franchise. This is only for fictional purposes.

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PHOENIX

Status: PROLOGUE (0/?)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!UnknownOriginsNa’vi!Reader

Genre/Warnings: ANGST, sorrow, mentions of nearly death, romance, adventure, soulmate love, destined lovers, possible suggestive content NSFW/MDNI later on, no use of Y/N, clans never seen in films yet. All characters are AGED-UP.

Summary: During the battle with the SeaDragon, gunfire struck Neteyam’s heart. A mortal wound that heals itself under the astonished eyes of his brother, as if the Great Mother still did not want him with her. She has other plans for Toruk Makto's eldest son. 

Nevertheless, his body is weak, and he falls into a slumber from which he can no longer wake up. His vital signs are stable, yet Neteyam is slowly slipping away.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the girl who has been appearing in his dreams since he went into a coma.

Sneakpick on the fem protagonist: Mi'niri is a Na’vi of unknown origins and singular appearance: very fair skin in shades of gray with desaturated stripes, auburn hair, and pearly irises with pale magenta highlights. She is raised within the Tawkami Clan by a couple who have never been blessed with a child. Her parents are held in high regard by the entire clan as skilled scholars and chemists. It is suspected that Mi'niri is originally from the Kekunan Clan, although she doesn’t share their somatic features, as she was found as an infant in the border area between the two clans and wore a bracelet on her wrist made of the typical garish colors of the Kekunan. She also had a toy ikran in her cradle, usually used by the clan as an educational tool. Mi'niri is sharp and intelligent, very curious about the ecosystem and an animals lover, but she never fully integrated among the Tawkami despite the peaceful nature of the clan.

Author's note: The idea of writing something related to Avatar TWOW has been floating around for a while now.

Like so many of you, Neteyam's death left a bitter taste in my mouth, so I started fantasizing about an alternative ending where the Prince of the Omatikaya overcomes death.

And, again, like so many of you, the anticipations about the Ash People gave rise to so many ideas that, alas, I can no longer ignore.

The story in question, although it has a plot already outlined, is still in the early stages of writing, to the extent that it doesn’t have a definitive title yet. And for this, I ask for your kind help.

Even if this is my first post in a very long - too long - time I hope you'll like it.

If you want to be tagged in the next posts, just write it in the comments. I’ll gladly add y'all💕

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PS: I'm not a native speaker. Therefore, at times, my choice of style and vocabulary may be odd. Nevertheless, chapters will always undergo proofreading before being posted.

Let's cut to the chase and enjoy your reading! 

PROLOGUE

The thunderous rumble of rain pelting the ground. The violent howl of the wind shaking the trees.  The desperate cry of a woman blended with the growl of a wounded animal.

Then nothing more.

Only the quietude of the eclipse and the reverberation of that roar fading into a wail.

Acala awoke with a start. She rarely dreamed, but never was there a dream that was so full of sorrow that it kept her from getting any rest. It was so vivid, so authentic. So vibrantly real. A choked sob betrayed her, causing an abrupt jerk by her side.

“Are you okay?" firm fingers held her wrists in the faint dimness of the night. She turned, her sight lost in keeping track of the glowing freckles that speckled that much-loved face. She couldn’t meet his eyes, but she could surmise the look on his face. His weary voice left no doubt; full of concerned, yet reassuring.

Minute shudders ran through her body, prepping her lungs to vent air in muted whimpers, before they descended into weeping.

“Hey, hey,” strong arms cocooned her, tenderly stroking her back with one hand, while smoothing her unbraided hair with the other. “Shhh, it’s alright. You are alright. It was just a nightmare.” “No!” she gasped against his chest, “We have to go. We have to go now!” “... Go where?” "With conviction, she affirmed “Into the forest!” as she fiddled with something. “Acala, you’re upset. Go back to sleep, it’s the wee hours,” he asserted, not in the least bit fazed by his mate’s irrational behaviour. She was all too familiar with such happenings after -- “Hurry up,” she insisted with more fervor. 

Now that the woman had lit a torch, he could watch her closely. Slender fingers on the shoulder strap, her expression showed a seriousness and confidence about the terrible thing to come.

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” “They will die if we wait until tomorrow.” “Who--?” “Trust me,” she stoned, staring him straight in the eye in that peculiar way only she had, “Please.”

He couldn’t win against those eyes.

As they reached Greenhouse entrance, a voice called Acala. A gaunt figure emerged from the darkness; finely woven beads veiling her abdomen tinkled with each step. “Tsahìk,” she winced, “Oel ngati kameie (I see you),” she greeted, bringing two fingers to her forehead, right in the middle of her eyes. Her torso bent in reverence as those two fingers drew an arc in front of her. The old woman flashed her a smile, her gaze was affectionate and sympathetic, but bothered by the evident wrinkles. “Go, child,” she granted simply, releasing some of the tension that stiffened Acala’s posture.

Approval. The proof that what she was doing was the right thing. That what was occurring was actual and not a fabrication of her mind. For Eywa had also whispered to the one who interpreted the Great Mother’s decree.

“Fulfill your destiny.” “I don’t know in which direction.” “Nawna Sa’nok (Great Mother) will show you the way. Listen to her voice.” Her eyes, of a bright yellow with green around the pupil, met Sílron’zem’s, “Stand by her and be prepared”. “Prepared for what?” the frustration now impossible to control, despite being before the elder. “Providence can appear in enigmatic guises and its gifts may be found in the oddest of places. Yet a blessing must welcomed with an open spirit in spite of the fear.” “Blessing? What blessing might be concealed for us in the heart of the forest, when predators are at their most active?”

In stark contrast to expectation, Sílron’zem was unafraid of the forest. He ventured into the lush greenery of Eywa’eveng (Pandora), eager to absorb her absolute magnificence. He had undertaken such a journey as his calling, to which he had dedicated himself with every fiber of his being, regardless of the risks. But something in him changed upon meeting his mate. A compassionate and talented woman with a vocation for looking after children. However, it never attained her greatest longing. 

The desire for motherhood.

A sense of incompleteness devoured her. What was once an exuberant girl, thrill-seeking and inquisitive, has dwindled into a mere shadow of her former self.  The whole village provided her with aid in confronting the unfathomable sadness that overwhelmed her. A sort of inexplicable melancholy. The nostalgic and poignant suffering of a mother whose child had been torn from her arms. How could you miss something you never had? It was something Sílron’zem couldn’t get, not entirely. He couldn’t grasp the feeling of being denied the purpose of a lifetime, the path you had mapped out for yourself. And surely, he could not estimate the magnitude of the damage caused by an anomaly no one else had undergone before. It’d never happened a couple united by tsaheylu didn’t beget offspring, their own palpable evidence for the continuity of the clan. The Tawkami were shaken to its core when this impossibility had befallen on the very person who most deeply wished for a family of her own.

Amidst the grief, rage was also present.

Why?

Why did Eywa mould Acala to be a mother if she had no intention in making her one? Why did Sílron’zem have to stand there still, witnessing the love of his life turn into an empty shell?

Finally, one last thought crept into his heart. If she ached so immensely over the loss of a baby she never had, what would happen if she also lost her mate?

Frightened, the man resorted to a drastic shift in his scientific pursuit. Explorations no longer held the same intrepidness they once did; he stopped staying away from Greenhouse for several days. He wouldn’t expose himself to danger anymore, so he would take better care of Acala.

He was willing to sacrifice everything for her, to make her beam with joy once more, to bring back the sweet smile he was so fond of. And now all his efforts were about to be in vain. Not only did his wife have a sudden urge to plunge into the forest, at night, under the threat of predators, Tsahìk was encouraging her. No matter his high regard for her, she had to give him a valid reason to go along with this madness.

“To become a father.”

Heavy raindrops pelted the leaves that sheltered them. The soft purring of a guarding animal. The distressed gasp of a terrified woman. The rustle of a bow ready to shoot.

The txumre' (slinth) snorted irritably, as if to rebuke them for their tardiness, before leaving.

@cinetrix

[pinknipszz]

Help me out! i wanna write a long series but idk where to start :’)

[afro-hispwriter]

someone give me a neteyam x ash na’vi!reader prompt🙏🏾

Edit: fuck it imma just rewatch Lion King 2 and write that based of that like i said i would

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Authors note:

AYEEEE CHAPTER TWO

Wow! I was not expecting all the kind comments and the taglist requests from chapter 1. I’m genuinely in shock, still. The comments and reposts got me teary eyed. 

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Word count: 6k       

Chapter 2

The son sun made of stone  

words.

𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓼/𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼/𝓼𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼/

‘Y/n was made of fire. Oh, a goddess girl with lips of lightning and a caged Phoenix under her skin. Neteyam is just the ashes and remains of the heavens she crushed under her heel.’

General Warnings: na’vi reader/ reader is a war orphan/ as always, spider, the reader, and Lo’ak are a trio/ Lo’ak and Reader being platonic soulmates?/ Spider and Reader being trauma twins/ Neteyam being lovesic/ Neteyam being nervous and shy around reader/ Neytiri being mother/ Jake being the husband i wish i had/ Tuk being a little sister and looking up to y/n/ Mentions of grace’s school./ reader fell first but Neteyam fell way harder/ sun x moon relationship 

Chapter 2 warnings: jealous neteyam/ mentions or anxiousness/ mentions of war and death/flirting/ mentions of dead animals/ mentions of grief and injuries/

Extra info:

Y/n is one year younger than neteyam, she is 18 and he is 19.

Lo’ak is 18 and Kiri is also 19. Tuk is 7-8 and spider is 19.

Extra characters: 

Ka’lik (y/ns father. A deceased warrior of the Omaticaya clan)

Zensira (y/n’s mother. deceased best singer and head songstress of the Omaticaya clan)

Makeyo (a warrior of the omaticaya clan. The same age as neteyam and went through iknimiya the same day as well. A filthy simp for y/n)

Kailo (Y/n’s ikran. Your ikran is a male ya’ll. sorry.)

Popiti (tuk’s best friend according to the visual dictionary)

Chapter two synopsis:

Neteyam comes to return y/n’s bracelet and has some internal conflict about his feelings towards her. Makeyo attempts to make a move on y/n and Neteyam experiences a different type of burning in his heart.

Neteyams Pov (trying something new by writing from neteyams pov as a little experiment. Lemme know how yall like it.)

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆

“Neteyam”

For a moment the sound of my name leaving her lips in a breath is almost enough to forget myself and drop to my knees. 

The tuft of my tail thwacks the back of my head gently and i force my heartbeat to endure boundaries.

 I clear my throat, finding the words.

My eyes fan over her figure.

The moonlight contours the crevices of her curves. Her eyes, an amorous gold, spark themselves luminous. Almost Neon in the darkness of night. 

There's a bandage around her torso, and one around her left bicep. Her skin smells of grandmother's salves and wooden bowls.

It’s funny how fast the memories flood back. 

There was a time before she was made of fire.

Well, actually, I don't think that’s a fair statement.

There was always a spark. Always that small flicker refusing to perish even in strong winds.

I have memories of playing in the stream with my siblings and Y/n, and occasionally spider.  

She’d chase me. Her feet assaulted the shin deep water with the harsh sloshing of her feet. She tackled me and pulled on my tail. The sunburst air is sweet like nectar against our glistening skin and shrieks of laughter and springtime memories. 

Her laughter challenges the brightness of the sugared sun rays that danced through the canopy, it shakes the stars with its loud singing.

The scattered droplets of water seize on her skin as she chases lo’ak, carrying a smaller spider on her back.

Now she stands before me. Taller, stronger, a warrior in all its forms. 

I clear my throat once again, my eyes flickering over her body.

“How are you? Grandmother was able to treat you?”

She nods, leaning lightly against the wooden entrance frame of the marui.

“The wounds could have been worse. Mo’at was able to clean up the wounds just fine. Tsahik suggested i rest here for the night..’

She trials off, clicking her tongue as she gently taps her finger against the bandage.

The dwindling echoes of our breaths gently keep the silence afloat.

My eyes flicker up when her voice catches my ears.

“You? Any injuries?”

I shrug. “A few scratches. Nothing Serious. Lo’ak has a small bruise on his head but he’ll be fine. Mother treated us earlier.”

Something somber in her irises flickers. It’s small, but its not quiet. I open my mouth to speak but like most other things between us, she beats me to it.

“Why did you fly down there today? You could have been killed.”

There’s a hiss at the endnotes of her voice. And I don't blame her for being pissed. Not for a second.

I frown, I can feel my tail thump lightly against the ground.

“Lo’ak flew his way down there first. I wet after him.”

My confession trails a veil of blankness behind it that lingers in the air. She shakes her head, staring down.

“It’s not a thing of fault. I should have been more responsible. Im the older brother, after all-”

“Bullshit.”

The suddenness of her words make me pause. It wasn’t unexpected, but it seems a bit more vague than usual. Even for her.

“Y/n i-”

“No. No, Neteyam this has to come to an end. You can’t keep taking the fall for him. How many times will you let yourself fall off a cliff before you learn not to justify the one who pushed you off the ledge?”

I’m quiet for a moment. I feel another frown etch itself onto my lips.

“I must hold myself accountable as well. I am the future leader of this clan. If i cannot even keep my siblings out of trouble, how will I protect my people?” 

I’m sure loak had told her of the scolding we received from my father.

She takes a step closer, the fire in her gaze challenges all it sees. My heartbeat speeds up its sympathy.

“Then who protects you, Neteyam?”

I’m still for a moment. My throat hitches quietly and my words come up short.

She takes a breath and shifts herself back a bit, rubbing two fingers to her temple.

Her eyes creased with exhaust. I can tell the day has drained her.

“I’m sorry. I spoke out of line.”

“You never have to apologize to me.”

I can tell it surprises her a bit. How fast my words chased after her own.

My hesitation creeps its way through the blanket of gray that treads along the silence.

I clear my throat once again, averting my gaze.

“I’m glad you returned safely. I was worried sick.”

She chuckles and gently flips the small spiral in her hand.

“Had my lucky charm on my bow today. I guess i have you to thank.”

I cannot help but feel an ache every time I see that damned spiral. Iv’e tormented myself with an object so small it's pathetic. Really. A substitution for the words i couldn't speak.

I force a smile, a gentle chuckle to follow along.

“Well. I see its made some sort of use.”

She nods and places it gently back into the pocket of her loincloth.

I find myself doing the same, fishing around my own pocket until i hear the small clatter of beads.

Ihold her bracelet out to her.

“Here. You lost this today.”

She gasps softly. My heart beckons for my unspoken yearning whenever i saw her eyes light up like that. And fuck, I curse myself for looking away.

She placed it back on her wrist.

“Thank you, Neteyam. I would have been looking for days.”

When her fingers brush my palm a new wave of sun-streaked warmth swallows my chest in the pale moonlight.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

I would do anything for you.

She chuckles softly and I swear I feel my knees buckle at the sound.

All I can do is stare at her for a moment. My eyes tracing her curves and imagine it’s my fingertips, kissing my small apologies onto her skin.

The small breeze wisps at the small loose hairs that edged at her forehead, scattered out of her braids. Her scent is sweet. Her eyes are wondrously doe-like. 

I wish i could pocket the sounds of her laughter. I wish i could reach for her and brush her skin against mine if it meant even a second of her warmth is relished in. 

I want her. All of her. I want her fire even if it burns me. I want her wild high-tide seas even if they drown me. I want her heart even if I must beg for it. I want her lips, and her hands. I want every rough edge and every smooth surface.

It finds a way to bind me in its threshold of longing before I even register what I've done.

My hand reaches out. The planes in the lines of my palm rest against her cheek and the pad of my thumb rubs small circles on the small temple of a space in front of her ear.

I’d forget I ever existed if it was convenient for her.

There was a time I pretended she didn’t exist. Where fear and thought collided with my panic.

Years ago. After I gave her that spiral.

I made her mere presence become a voidance in my life. A small patch of blankness that traced her shape.

There’s a reason this void stands between us. I hurt her. And I will never forgive myself for it.

I was afraid. I was afraid of what my feelings would do to me. Of what it would do to the future olo’eyktan of this clan. I feared distraction. I feared devotion. And now i yearn for it. Call it a punishment, call it karma or something more. All I know is that I pushed her away. It of my arms, out of my circle, and I thought giving her that spiral would fix my mistakes.

It hurts me. The look in her eyes when I avoided her around the village. The way her gaze chased after me when i walked away

I was 15, afraid and stupid. I still haven’t forgiven myself from keeping her out of my circle.

Now I stand before her. This woman I may never deserve. This beautiful woman who will forever hold my heart in her hands.

She stares at me. But it's full of a sour memory that resonates on the edge of her tongue.

“Neteyam..”

There it is. How she says my name.

Fuck.

Fuck, why did I ever think, even for a mere moment my heart wasn’t hers?

Say it again.

Say it again,y/n please i beg you.

But I don't dare say it aloud.

Instead I whisper to her, my thumb stopping its movements for a moment as i cradle her head.

“Y/n, yawne. I am so, so sorry I didn't protect you today. I couldn't bare the thought of you in danger. “

She pushes my hand away, and for a moment the moonlight feels bitter.

“I don’t need your protection.”

It’s not that I think I don't deserve that.

But is it wrong for it to still ache?

“Y/n. please-”

“It is late, neteyam. I wish to rest now. Please.”

Theres a small tremble in the endnotes of her voice.

And i want to strangle the one who caused her this.

But what more can i do when i caused it myself?

I take a step back, gently bowing my head.

My eyes linger on her for a moment longer.

“Good night, Y/n.”

“Good night, Neteyam.”

As the tent flap closes, I take a step back. Staring up at the moon through the large crevices that topped the mountain of highcamp.

Maybe she doesn't belong in my arms.

I ache for her at night. I dream of holding her. I beg for the figment of her not to feebly collapse into  stardust and watch her wither out of my grasp. Her arrow aims at my heart and I tell her of my heartache.

She says nothing as I’m on my knees for her. Her glare is a cryptic mockery. She weakens me. Every moment of this fleeting moment within my reverie is a punishment. The morning sunset is bitter and the sky feels skeletal. 

To her my devotion is a joke and all I can think of is how fucking beautiful she is when she laughs.

I had a dream once that I kissed her. I kissed her until I couldn’t breathe. She tasted dark and delicate. 

I am hers. I was always hers. 

I’d let her ruin me.

Unravel every piece of me and stitch back together what left is salvaged of those small fragments and watch as they spell out her name.

Y/n.

Y/n.

Y/n.

Y/n.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

The next morning was calmer than yesterday to say the least.

Lo’ak went with my father to hunt.

Kiri went with my grandmother to help in the Tsahik tent.

Y/n was off with her own duties, and that left me to help my mother in our family's marui.

Oh yeah, did I mention Tuk?

It wasn’t abnormal that I often found myself conversing with Tuk.

She sits in with her smaller legs tucked under her body. Her hands are much like mine and my mothers, but small and juvenile. They lack gracefulness as they scramble with my braids, slipping the beads she made all by herself (Kiri helped) into my braids. She giggles when I tell her about my hunts. She smacks my forehead with her palm when I tilt my head the wrong way. She climbs over me in all sorts of odd ways while I wince every now and then at the occasional stepping on of my tail.

“Teyam. Stop looking down!”

Tuktirey huffs and my head snaps up, all my attention shifting to my youngest sibling.

“Ah. sorry tuk-tuk.”

She sighs dramatically and continues stringing the beads into my hair.

I smile at my youngest sister. I was close with Tuk. me and her being the only two children out of my siblings that closely resembled my mother’s na’vi features. I don’t credit myself completely. I don’t think it's fair to say that my mother and fathers genes are divided narrowly. Lo’ak my have my fathers appearance but he wields my mothers rebelliousness with pride. Her survival instincts. Her thrill for a chase. Her fire and her wind. Grandmother always found herself amused whenever my mother found herself annoyed with Lo’aks antics. Apparently my mother was no different when she was his age. Chasing rainstorms and dancing through fire. Grandmother always says lo’ak is my mothers shadow.

Me, on the other hand? i've always strived to be like my father. I still do. I remember sitting around a fire as a small child, listening to stories of his days of battle and heroicness. I don’t glorify my father as much as I did then. But he’s still the same man to me, all the same.

Tuk is in the middle of rambling about her morning gossip she gathered from Popiti, as she strings another bead onto my braids.

It's a bit of a guilty pleasure, I suppose. Being entertained by other’s conflicts.  Certainly not proper behavior for the eldest son of toruk makto. Alas, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn't let Tuk carry herself away with her words without worry?

I can’t hide that I enjoy it. But telling myself its for tuk helps a bit.

“And then what?” I query Tuk softly, urging her to continue her story.

She giggles before placing a green colored bead on my braids.

“Well, Popiti’s big sister, Kyuna, didn’t take Takuk’s courting gift!”

I gasp, over-exaggerating my shock to amuse my younger sister, she nods, equally as shocked.

“I know, right!?”

I shake my head, feining disappointment as Tuk giggles.

“My eywa. Poor Takuk.”

Tuk nods, patting down my braids gently.

I try to look over to my right side at where she sat without turning my head.

“Did she say why?”

Tuk shrugged.

“Popiti heard her mom and Kyuna talking. Kyuna said that she didnt want Takuk for a mate.”

I nod, fidgeting with my beaded choker.

“Huh. Well then, good for Kyuna. She knows what she wants, i guess.”

I trail off with my own internal theories.

I knew Kyuna. She was a young healer in the clan. I didn’t care for her much. She was a bit cocky. Always had some excuse for getting out of tasks she didn’t feel like completing.

I also knew Takuk.

I had been in hunting groups with him. We went through iknimaya training together. He was smart. A fine huner. A decent provider. He seemed like a fine mate for anyone. 

Tuk suddenly gasped, her ears twitching as she stared up at me with her big eyes.

“Teyam! You could be Kyuna’s mate!”

I still at her revelation, she blinks at me with baited breath for  response.

I cant help but chuckle as i ruffle the smaller girl’s braids.

“It's a kind offer, Tuk. But I'm not ready to mate yet. Remember what I told father?” 

Who could forget? The most awkward family dinner in the world where i pleaded with my father to give me more time before I choose a mate. My siblings watching as me and my father bickered for a good hour. I think its really the only time iv’e stood up to him. Disagreed with him. My father has been patient since then when it comes to finding my tsahik. But the only reason he is because of my mother finally convinced him to give it a rest.

Finding a mate can be a long process for some.

I already knew who i wanted my mate to be. There wasn’t any debate. And I will wait for her. I will wait to earn her trust back. For as long as it takes. I will be hers for when shes ready. I am hers even when she’s not. That is a promise I refuse to break.

Tuk huffs.

“But whyyyy? Kyuna is pretty. Not as pretty as mama or kiri or y/n-

But she’s not mated.”

I sigh and gently rub Tuk’s back.

“You’ll understand when you’re older. I promise.”

She huffs again but nods, going back to braiding my hair.

Shes in the middle of telling me about the big fish she caught when my father took her to the creek the other day when my mother enters the tent, a basket of fruits under her arm.

I straighten up a bit and Tuk gasps happily, standing to her feet and jogging over to my mother.

“Mama! You’re back!”

She hugs my mothers waist, and my mother places a hand on tuks head while trying to balance the basket filled to the brim with yovo fruits.

I stand up, gently taking the basket from under her arm, chuckling softly.

“Here, Sa’nok. (mother) Let me take that for you.”

She sighs in releif, nodding at me, now fully embracing tuk with two free arms.

“Irayo (thank you) Neteyam.”

Tuk sits back down in her previous spot and i carry the basket to the small wooden table, placing it down.

“Nice haul today?”

She smiles at me. “The new grove has almost completed its growth cycle. It's almost time for a new harvest.”

I nod, making a mental reminder to tell my father that later so he can organize more foraging groups. 

“Mama, look at how pretty Neteyam is.”

My mother gently examines my newly beaded braids with her fingers, gently taking each braid between her thumb and her palm.

“Very good work, tuktirey. You should help me do mine later. Why don’t you go to your grandmothers tent, hm? I left a large bowl of new beads on the far side corner, near her salve pouch.

Her eyes sparkle and before my mother can say another word, Tuk is racing out of the tent flap.

I laugh along with my mother, and she sits, starting to cut up some fruits.

“Ma’itan, could you help me with this?”

I nod, unsheathing my knife and sitting down next to her, helping her peel some fruits.

A silence fills the air for a moment, until my mothers soft, accented voice breaks through the gray.

“What troubles you, Neteyam?”

Of course she knew.

I was born from the pieces of my mothers ash-littered broken promises and my father’s guilt-ridden internal death sentence. 

My mother and i were tapestries weaved from the same colors.

I am my mother’s son.

She knew me like the back of her hand. She doesn’t have to recognize me by face. I know my father and my mother both love me. But when my mask cracks like this, my mother isn’t like my father. He tries to tighten it to ensure it doesn’t fall down again. My mother tries to mend the cracks.

I sigh, avoiding her gaze.

“Nothing Sa’nok. I am fine.”

I’m a shit liar. That’s just a known fact about me. She knows i’m lying. And maybe thats a good thing. Maybe she knows to just leave it be.

She chucks another fruit skin peel to the side as it forms a small pile with the other discadrded peels. 

“Is it because of your fathers words, yesterday? He was harsh, I know..But he is just afraid, Neteyam.”

That’s not what’s wrong, but I decide it's better than saying ‘hey ma i’m helplessly in love with a woman who probably hates my guts’

Daddy issues it is.

I nod, still avoiding her gaze.

“Yes. I know. Father just wants what's best for us.”

My mother sighs for a moment, pausing her movements, her knife ceasing its carving into the new fruit.

She looks over at me and she smiles.

There’s something about that smile. It’s like an echo that beckons your name. It’s like a face with lines scribbled over it. Sometimes when my mother looks at me I feel as if she’s seeing someone else. Flesh wrapped around the stories foretold under my bones. 

She see’s someone else’s shadow in my place. As if a ghost welcomes itselfinto the sequence of a wreckage of memories unknown to me. 

She speaks quietly.

“Your father and you are more alike than you may think, Neteyam.”

I can’t hep but smile at her words. Theres fanned flowers that grow under the gray cast of gilded clouds under the garden of her irises. She smiles too.

“I mean it, Neteyam. I see more of him in you every day, my son.”

I’m quiet for a moment, but my smile only falters slightly.

“What was he like, my father? When you first met him?”

My mother sighs, the infinite memories flickering past her eyes.

“When I first met your father, I was trying to kill him.”

I can’t help but chuckle. The story all too familiar to me from being told countless times as a child. But it’s not quite what im looking for.

“No, no- i know how you met but-

What was he like? Really?..”

My mother thinks for a moment, not sparing me a glance as she continues cutting her fruit.

“He was stupid. An idiot. I did not think he would survive a single day out here in the forest.”

I hum in agreement trying to visualize everything from her eyes.

“But he was..”

She sighs.

“He was persistent. Like a weak animal with no hope of survival. But it just refuses to die. Sometimes I thought the world moved twice as fast for him..he was eager. To learn, to live. To taste the wind and the sky..”

For a moment, I see a secondary shadow behind the  fragments of my parents love story.

My father told me he felt drawn to my mother from the first moment he saw her.

I see something else in place of the ghost behind the path of stars that led my mother to my father.

I see a man who yearns for a woman. I see a man on his knees, I see his devotion. I see his heart in his hands, i see his stained fingertips of an unfamiliar sleepless skin.

I see a woman so beautiful she might as well be a figment of the moonlight, and i’m jealous of the wind and the air and the breeze because of how easily it touches her skin.

I see her arrow aimed at his heart and the distrust in her eyes. I see her anger, and her betrayal as it echoes through a bitter blue heinous flame.

I see y/n. And I see her wall that kept me out.

I look at my mother, a shell of something that once was taking a new shape.

Was it possible? For history to rhyme?

“How..how long did it take you to love him? Even though he was an enemy.. Even though you didn;t trust him?”

My mother is silent for another moment.

She gently places her knife down, placing her hands on her thighs as she stared at the blank tented wall infront of her.

“I think it was foretold by the stars, ma’itan.

I hated him. I hated him because of what he was and where he came from. I hated his false demon body and i hated the way he walked, and talked. I hated his hair and his hands and his eyes. 

I hated him because of what his people took from me. I hated him because of the pain they caused my people..

The day I found him in the forest i was going to kill him. My arrow was aimed at his heart. But when the great mother spoke to me I knew better than not to listen.

I think i was always meant to meet him. To teach him my people’s ways..Because it led me to loving him. 

That morning when I returned from the tree of souls with him, 

My mother had told me if i choose this path, to be his mate, i could never be tsahik.

I told her, "He was my path.”

I’m still as i take in my mother’s words. But the clouds still creep behind my uncertain heartbeat.

“But hometree. And the war. How did you forgive him?”

My mother gently takes my hand in hers, and she takes a breath

“Ma’itan. You will someday learn that love is not easy. It is hungry. It is impatient. It is loud and it is often hidden.

Love gave me many gifts. You, your siblings, my home and my family.

But it has taken much from me all the same. 

Love is like swimming in the ocean at night. It's deep, it's dark, the shallows far from reach. But Within that darkness I found your father. I found my light, and someday you will find yours.”

Love is sacrificial. My mother was right. Love isnt easy. Love is sometimes caged and flightless, thick with bitter scents and tearstained starlight. Its bare, and its real, its bruised and blemished and its beautiful because its her. Its Y/n. My y/n. Her name is a hymn of scattered prayers lost to a dreaded dawn and a coppered colored sun. She’s made of every broken and perfect piece of the universe and the stars stumble over their words to describe her beauty

She’s the moon and i’m the sun. Withering myself away every night to allow her to shine. 

I will sacrifice. I will work. 

She has weakened me. The night sky canvases her skin while the bleakness of sunlight mosaics mine. Famined for her touch, I refuse to look away. I refuse to blink. The sky is a game of chance and the sunset swallows me whole. The scarlet screams in the hellish hues of cerise ablaze under her skin.

I will not settle for anything less than her.

Love is sacrificial. Then i will steal the night sky for her.

I softly smile at my mother before squeezing her hand.

“Thank you, mother.”

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

(Y/n’s pov) 

Love was a funny thing.

You used to think your love for neteyam was forged from heartbeat-rhythmed nightskies and dripping orange soaked sunsets.

It was dreamlike. Bleeding through every crevice and hidden place with its incandescence. 

He was a part of you. Apart of everything you were and everything you did.

He was in your dreams when you closed your eyes at night.

He was in the shied morning sun rays that crept over the mountain tops. He was in the wild winds and draped under midnight melodies.

Its the memories of smaller things you remember most. 

Giggling while he fumbled with an arrow when he noticed you were watching him practice. 

Helping Neytiri stitch together his cummerbund to gift to him when he had completed his iknimiya. You remember the look of pride in his eyes when he wore a piece of your handiwork to represent this new chapter in his life. Concluding his training as a hunter, and becoming a warrior.

You remember taking walks with him through the forest, and the way he would hold a branch back out of your way.

You remember hunting with him, and racing him down the trailed path. 

You remember perching on a branch and watching the stars with him. You remember his warmth as he whispered to you all the constellations his father taught him. You remember his hands gently guiding yours to trace the patterns scattered among the stars.

You remember a spark.

And then, you remember a gust of wind that dulled the warmth.

Distance. You can recall distance.

It started out small.

Frequent training with his father.

Watching his siblings.

Hunting. Preparing. Working. 

His touch became something you started to crave. Not something that came granted. You remember waiting for him. Waiting for him to return from his hunt, waiting to go stargazing. Liek he promised. You remember checking the sky, the scarlet and blue collide to signify the subduing trials of daylight making its exit.

You remember your mother asking you what you were doing outside.

“Waiting.”

Is all you responded.

You didn’t tell her what you waited for.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

He never showed up.

As the sky darkened, it started to rain.

There weren't any stars that night anyways. spider dragged you back inside. Complaining about how he wasn’t taking care of you if you got sick. 

Maybe it wasn't rain at all. Maybe the stars didn't come out that night because they were too busy falling through the cracks left in your heart.

You felt forgotten. Unloved. Unwanted.

Lo’ak told you that Jake was always on Neteyam’s ass about his training, and thats why he was so distant.

But it wasn’t just the distance.

His eyes no longer brightened when he looked at you. Its the gaze you give someone when they’re speaking to you, and you aren’t really listening. You’re just waiting for them to be done talking.

Spider watched you come home and cry one night, listened to you scream into your palms and rant angrily for hours about the boy who broke your heart.

Then, the night the sky turned red, a new kind of broken was born.

You remember hearing the whooshing of wings and panicked shrieks of stray ikrans, The unfamiliar scent of something metallic and sulfured. 

You remember running into the morning that barely crept ist light over the canopy tips, the still dark sky like a cloak encased the world.

You remember finding your mothers songcord on the ground. You remember finding her body. You remember seeing your fathers not but a few feet away.

You remember the feeling of the air being mercilessly ripped from your lungs.

You remember Jake running towards you, his own panic flooding your ears as he begged you to leave with him. That it wasn’t safe there.

He had to drag you away, holding you tight to him as you practically collapsed into his chest in the front of his ikran. 

You remember stumbling into the village upon return, Neytiri catching you in her arms and the blurred sight of her own tear stained face as she cupped your face in her hands. You screamed and cried and fell to your knees as Lo’ak rushed to your side, shushing you gently and rubbing your back.

You remember showing spider the song chord.

You think he cried harder than you did. You both lost your family that day.

You remember the hollowness in the cup of your palm as neteyam held your hand. 

You remember when he gifted you that spiral under the starlight.

You always thought he was the sun. And now you know for sure.

Forever out of your reach. Aching for the stretches of salvageable warmth blessed upon your finger tips. You could chase it to the ends of Pandora but every night it would abandon you. 

You loved him even if you didn’t know what he was.

Like the sky he was a mystery. Endless but in the midst of the universe it held many treasures he swore he kept just for you. Songs of starlight and supernovas.

You reached for nothing. Hoping to grab the sky and pull yourself into his light. Feel the sunlight on your palm and chase it like the golden hour was a game of chance. 

But now, you knew for sure he was the sun.

But he wasn’t your sun.

This sun was made of stone. It was heavy and roughed. 

The sky was no longer a mystery. The sun no longer honeyed your skin in favor. Tragedy prevailed the night sky and when his blanket of warmth tried to regain its sanctuary of safety to encase your tainted trust, all you saw was a trail of falling stars you called rain and broken promises.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

One of your tasks is to teach the younger children of the clan.

You didn’t mind it much. You often found it quite enjoyable.

You beat out most of the young warriors in your group when the clan was discussing who would train the young warriors. Only the best archer of your age group would have such a role.

It was down to you and a girl named Kyuna. She was skilled, but you were better

You chuckle as the little ones scurry past you, little shrieking giggles as they place their practice bows in a pile. 

You doubted yourself. You doubted your ability to train those younger than you.  What reasons can you give them for fighting when your own was grief?

Seeing the children and watching them learn gave you hope. Hope for a better future. 

The lessons today seemed to drag on. The thought of Neteyams words had lingered in your mind since last night. 

You sighed to yourself softly as you started to gather all the bows in a basket. Letting your thoughts run free.

“Need help with that?”

You swung yourself around, a hand instinctively resting on the top of your knife sheath, 

You found yourself face to face with a slightly taller na’vi boy. His braids to his shoulders. His smile hatched itself on baited breath, his white freckles that scattered across his face.

“Makeyo. For eywa’s sake don’t sneak up on me like that.”

He chuckled in mock surrender, throwing his hands up.

“I know better than to mess with the mighty Y/n. Don’t want to end up with an arrow in my neck.”

You roll your eyes and shoved him playfully.

Makeyo was one of your fathers students. He was a skilled archer, often competing with Neteyam. You grew closer after your parents death. Makeyo was your partner when lt came to training the younger children of the clan. Having already completed his iknimiya, and being a strong piece of the people, he was perfect for assisting you with your role.

“Great practice today, huh?”

The two of you found yourselves chatting while you walked back to the supply tent to return the arrows.

You nodded.

“Ya’here is getting better. Her form has improved.”

He smiled at you, his tail gently brushing your thigh.

“She’ll make a fine warrior one day. She always tells me she wants to be just like you?”

You try to hide the small shock that jolted through you at the sudden contact, with an awkward smile.

“Well, thats scary as shit.”

He raised a brow.

“Why?”

You shrugged.

“Knowing she wants to be just like me? I’m a wreck.”

He sighs, holding the tent flap open for you.

“Well, I think you’re perfect.”

The world seems to still for a moment, and your body feels stiff.

“You’re brave. And strong, and honorable…”

He took a step forward. 

“You’re passionate, and you care for others. Especially those kids.”

He gently places a hand on your arm, its firm, but its not demanding.

You feel your breath hitch, and your tail flicks behind you.

“Makeyo. We shouldn’t-”

“Are we intruding?”

You turn to see spider and Lo’ak.

Lo’ak glares at Makeyo, and spider marches in between the two of you, his smaller frame seemingly less intimidating, but you appreciate the effort.

“All right back it up lover boy.

No no, farther than that. far enough that i don’t smell your lack of personal space.”

Spider tugs at your wrist, shooing Makeyo away.

You groan, smacking  spider with your tail.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Makeyo.”

Makeyo nods, waving awkwardly to spider and lo’ak before making his exit.

“Uh huh. Keep it moving.”

Lo’ak ushers him away and you hiss at both of them.

“Hey. Dumb and dumber. what the fuck?”

You glare.

Spider throws his hands up in surrender, shaking his head.

“I don’t like that guy, sis.”

The three of you start making your way back towards the sully tent for the night.

You bickered the whole way.

Spider sighs,pointing his thumb in the opposite direction. 

“All i’m saying is, big mac over there-”

“His name is Makeyo.”

Spider shrugs.

“Same thing-

But anyways. I don’t like him.”

Lo’ak nods.

“He’s desperate. He wants you bad.”

You roll your eyes.

“Makeyo was just being nice.”

Lo’ak scoffs.

“Y/n, I love you. I really do. But if that’s nice, then flirting might mean getting you pregnant.”

Spider jumps and smacks the back of Lo’ak’s head, making him stumble and wince.

“Son of a bitch-

What was that for!?”

Spider glares at the taller blue boy. 

“Don’t jinx it! I’m not ready to be an uncle!?”

“Who’s going to be an uncle?”

Its the moment you hear Jake’s voice the three of you realize you’ve stumbled into the Sully's tent.

The three of you look at one another, then back at Jake.

Spider whistles, pointing to an imaginary watch.

“Oh boy. Would you look at the time? Time for me to go meet norm for dinner…I’ll catch you guys later.”

Lo’ak calls spider a bitch under his breath for abandoning the two of you two deal with the heap of awkwardness.

Jake resumes his task and Neytiri’s voice calls from inside.

“Lo’ak, Y/n. come on, its time to eat.”

You make your way inside, and Neytiri and Kiri come into view, steaming some meat over a fire.

Kiri waves and jogs her way over to give you a hug, her only slightly taller frame pressed against yours.

“Hey. how was your day?” She hums, tucking a braid behind your ear.

Kiri’s voice was melodic and soothing. It drips like the dew drops onto morning grass, kissed by the forest scent.

You go to answer, but before you can you’re body slammed by a smaller na’vi.

“Y/n! You’re back!”

It only takes a blink of an eye for you to open your arms for her, picking her up and putting her on your hip.

“Hey Tuk! How’s my sweet girl?”

Tuk giggles and nuzzles her head onto your neck.

Lo’ak rudley pushes his way between you and kiri.

“Excuse me, don’t i get a hug?”

He huffs dramatically, flipping his braids like some sort of diva.

“Of course you can, Ma’itan.” Neytiri appears behind him and kisses his head. You and the girls giggle and Lo’ak groans.

“Maaa. come on-”

He swats neytiri away and she chuckles, giving you a quick shoulder squeeze next.

“Did your lessons go okay today? How were the children?”

You take a seat next to Kiri, Lo’ak on your other side as Neteyam takes a seat next to Tuk, 

You nod in response to Neytiri as Jake hands everyone a piece of meat.

“Doing well. They are making progress. They are learning faster every day. I think they will be ready to try larger arrows soon. Possibly farther targets.”

Jake pats your back.

“Nice work, kiddo.”

“Speaking of targets...”

Lo’ak mumbles under his breath,you respond by smacking him with your tail.

“What?”

Kiri raises an eyebrow.

Lo’ak shrugs.

“Makino or whatever his name is was flirting with Y/n.”

Kiri smiles at you, gently shaking your shoulder.

“Makeyo? He is a fine warrior.”

You groan, not noticing how Neteyams ears pinned back slightly.

“Makeyo?”

His deep, accented voice pulls your focus towards where the boy sat.

All the sudden the space arounds you feels a bit shallow. Lo’ak answers for you.

“Oh yeah. He was really quite brave. He wouldn't have been so brave if he knew me and spider were planning to feed him to a thanator.”

Jake sighs.

“Must we plot a murder at the dinner table?”

Neytiri nods, swallowing her food and handing a piece of her fruit to Tuk.

“Your father is right. Besides, There is no rush for any of you to mate. Y/n, Makeyo would make a fine life partner but you need not decide anytime soon, my sweet.”

Tuk pipes up suddenly.

“Teyam is gonna be mated with kyuna!”

Neteyam nearly spits out his water, going into a coughing fit as he repeatedly brings his fist to his chest to attempt to stop it.

Jake immediately started patting his back, concerned.

“Jesus christ boy! Easy now, don’t forget to swallow.”

“You have chosen Kyuna?”

It comes out more bitter than you thought. The mere thought of another woman in his arms stinging an unfamiliar scorch in your chest,

Or maybe..it wasn’t so unfamiliar.

Neteyam finally breathes normally again and shake his head frantically.

‘“What? No! Of course not.”

“Kyuna? Really bro? Shes kinda a bitch…”

Lo’ak says, attempting to mask it with his own fake cough.

“Hey. Language.”

Jake scolds, pointing his knife he was using to cut Tuk’s meat with at Lo’ak.

“Its true though! She’s always hustling me to do her chores!”

Neytiri raises her eyebrow.

“If it happens repeatedly why do you keep falling for it?”

Lo’ak had no answer.

Kiri clicked her tongue.

“Y/n, didn’t you overrun Kyuna’s role for training the younger children.”

“Oh yeah! That's right! Y/n made her eat dust in that archery trial. No surprise there.”

You felt a small heat spread to your cheeks out of embarrassment.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal…”

Neytiri chuckles and Neteyam speaks up.

“so..Makeyo. You work with him?’

You nod.

“He helps me train the younger group of children. He’s actually quite helpful.

You didn’t notice the way neteyams ears pinned back slightly.

But Lo’ak did.

“Yeah. But he sucks at Ikran riding.” 

You raised your eyebrow. 

Come to think of it, You don’t think you ever saw him ride his ikran.

“He is?”

Lo’ak nods.

“He and Neteyam went hunting one time. The idiot crashed into a tree while neteyam swerved it easily.”

You can’t help but laugh at the image, and Lo’ak winked at neteyam.

☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾𖤓✮⋆⁺₊⋆ 

Authors note:

HOLY FUCKKKK! I’m finally done! This actually did not take as long as i thought it would. 

It’s not as long as the last chapter ya’ll i’m sorry. But hopefully the close times in which both were posted makes up for it?

We’re gonna get some kiri and y/n bonding time in next chapter and hopefully some more jealous neteyam. Btw what did we think of the neteyam pov? Leave some comments about it so i can know whether to add it in later.

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[afro-hispwriter]

next for neteyam

[afro-hispwriter]

im deleting my Neteyam x Ash na’vi!reader

Because without information about them I just cant keep making stuff up then having to go back and change it when avatar 3 comes out

I want to write for ash navi reader so if anyone has a request that is in that topic please send it i

[anemonelovesfiction]

✨Merry Ficmas✨

@shit-i-say-shit-i-think and I wanted to find a way to help boost other authors for their hard work and writing they’ve done and was also inspired by @pandoraslxna for having done kinktober and kind of wanted to keep the holiday cheer going!

It’s written down below in greater detail as well but we’ll make our own posts between December 1st - December 24th

Anyone that is willing can feel free to participate and I will explain the details of how to do this below! Feel free to recommend kinktober works too, we don’t discriminate!

1. Post 3-5 Fic recommendations on monogamous couples by writing the title, the author (with a tag), and the pairing it includes

Example

“Fated Mates” by AnemoneLovesFiction (Ao’nung x Fem Human! reader)

“God of War” by @shit-i-say-shit-i-think (Rotxo x Ash Na’Vi reader)

2. This follows the same prompt & examples as the first option, just making sure that you specify the characters involved within the story. The number of recommendations is up to you!

Example

“Not a Prank” by AnemoneLovesFiction (Tsireya x Fem human reader x Lo’ak)

“ Growing in Eywa” by @shit-i-say-shit-i-think (Rotxo x Ao’nung x Fem Human reader)

3. Is pretty self explanatory.

Example

I personally wish I could see more Neteyam x Tsireya or also wanna see more Ao’nung x Lo’ak.

I would love to see more Spider x reader or Rotxo x reader.

And Polywise I’d love to see more Neytiri x Jake x Reader

*** Choose one of the ships someone else has posted, write a fic about it (fluff and smut welcomed) but please don’t forget to tag the author so they can see what you have written for them.

Please post these lists starting December 1st leading up to the 24th

For the third part where you write a fic for someone else, you will post this on the 25th as a little christmas gift for them! Don’t forget to tag them! (This can include fic’s or art!)

There is a high possibility that a lot of people won’t participate so feel free to write as many of these ships as you’d like! I think I’ll personally write as many as I can!

Use the #AvatarFicmas2023 if you make a recommendations list and if you write a fanfic for someone else! ❤️

Tag List 🏷️: @loaksulluyswife @neteyamssyulang @live-laugh-neteyam @neteyamyawne @baybaybear1

I’m just tagging you guys so that more people are aware, I hope this is okay 🥺