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~Your New Home~

(Neteyam x Fem! Na’vi! Reader)

Summary: You had never had any intention to meet another Na’vi, nor did you expect to ever visit Neteyam’s clan, but when he asks you to come meet his family you can’t say no.

Word Count: 5.5k

Author’s Note: PT 2!!! Very fun! Very excited! ENJOY! Thank you @eywas-heir for beta reading <3

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Your New Home

Spending time with Neteyam was easy.

It was the calm within the eye of a hurricane, a time to relax between the chaos the forest brought to your life. He was calming to you, his presence, his energy, his voice, and as you laid on the soft grass of your meeting spot he would often tell you stories.

He would tell you many stories, one of your favorites being how he claimed his ikran. You were in awe of it, the way he did it being so different from you. All you had to do was call out and one of the many ikrans who had helped raise you would come to your rescue, scooping you up and taking you high above the ground. He had one, you had many.

It was so simple for you, a struggle for him. Many things were simple for you, and a struggle for him.

Meeting up with him was simple, you left your hunting for later in the day, leaving your den early in the morning, and returning late at night after a quick hunt, just enough for you and your palulukan mother.

Him meeting up with you was harder. He had to do his morning chores in a rush, meet up with his father, and figure out a lie for why he had to venture into the forest on his own. Most of the time it being hunting practice without distractions of other people. Then when he got back home he would rush to do his nightly chores so he could be ready in time for the clan’s dinner.

Hunting for you came so easy, it was natural, like you had been doing it your whole life, and he supposed you had. You were so in touch with your surroundings it took you maybe ten minutes to find a trail, ten more to track down the animal, and the takedown was quick, quicker than he had ever seen. It was a clean kill every single time, like it was so simple for you.

Hunting for him was easy enough, but not natural like it was for you. He was one of the best hunters in his clan, being a decorated Omaticaya warrior, but most of the time he took double the time it took you. His bow skills were sharp, he was taught by the best of the best, but somehow the best of the best could never match up with your self-taught skills.

You had been living in the forest your whole life, growing in the middle of it, never having a break. It has hardened you, taught you to survive. There was no true safety in the forest, nothing was promised to you, only vague messages telling you it would be okay.

Living in the forest would wear him down. He had grown up in the safety of his clan’s village. He had loved the forest ever since he was young, adventuring with Lo’ak and his other siblings, but at the end of the day he went back home to the safety of his village, surrounded by people sworn to protect and kelkus that protected him from the elements. The forest is too harsh for him.

He hates that you have to endure that. You deserve safety as much as he, or anyone, else does. You deserve to be warm and safe as storms pass overhead. You deserve to be happy and safe as you have a lazy day around the village, weaving or doing whatever you wish. You deserve to be full and safe after a meal, not having to worry about hunting for yourself every single day.

He wants you to be safe.

The only way he could think to do that was for you to live in the Omaticaya village, where he felt most safe. Where you would be protected and unbothered.

What he didn’t know was you felt plenty safe in the forest. You actually quite enjoyed the danger lurking throughout the shadows of the underbrush. You didn’t mind the rain outside your warm dry den. You didn’t mind sitting in the elements as you relaxed. You didn’t mind hunting every day.

The forest was calm today, or as calm as it could be. Birds chirped, ikrans screeched in the distance, a breeze blew through the trees, rustling the leaves, all of the background noises blended together into a quiet comforting buzz. The sun peeked through the trees, warm on your skin as you ran your hand over the grassy ground.

Neteyam was smiling down at you where you laid on the lush green grass, head in his lap, eyes up on his face, admiring the smile that you had once wanted to slap off of his face. He looked beautiful, ethereal, with the sun shining down around him.

You smiled as well, placing a hand on his face gently, feeling his soft skin like you loved so much. You breathed deeply, calm, as you listened to the sounds of the forest around you while you sat in silence with Neteyam.

Whenever you would first meet up in the morning you had silent time, a time where you didn’t have to focus on forming words, but instead got to bask in Neteyam’s presence. You could simply exist around each other, your gentle touches expressing anything you needed to say.

He carefully brushed some hair out of your face, still loose like it had always been, but less tangled than before. The softness of it when it was brushed out was surprising to you, but very welcomed. You felt pretty with your hair loose and untangled, dark and wavy as it fell down your back.

Neteyam smiled wider, humming, making a thinking face which made you giggle. He cleared his voice, like he always did when quiet time was over, and you prepared yourself for the conversation to come.

He spoke softly, quietly but loud enough for you to hear, “What story would you like to hear today?”

You cleared your throat too, humming, “Hm,” You thought, for a second, “Tell me about your home.” You paused for a second, adding on, “Please.” remembering your manners Neteyam had been desperately trying to teach you.

“Okay, if that’s what you want.” He was surprised, he hadn’t expected that to be your request, he had expected you to ask for the story of his Iknimaya or any of the folktales he had told you before.

You smiled, “It is. I have heard all of the other stories plenty of times before.” You explained, and that made enough sense to him.

Neteyam smiled, thinking about his home, “Well, it is nice enough. There are many kelkus scattered about, some bigger, some smaller, but all big enough for the families that live in them. They are warm and comfortable, nice to come home to at the end of the day. We are a very tightly knit community, everyone knows everyone. We have nightly community meals where everyone gets to mingle. I love it.”

“What about your family?” You asked curiously.

“My family is rather large, there are six of us. My mother and father lead the family, they make sure we are all safe and happy, even if they go overboard sometimes. Then there are my siblings. I have a brother and two sisters. My brother is a pain in the ass, he’s always getting into trouble, and won’t stop disobeying father. My sisters are Kiri and Tuk. Tuk is the youngest, she’s eight, and she’s a ball of energy. Kiri is more calm, and she loves animals and plants, and they seem to like her too. She is also adopted, much like you.”

From hearing about Kiri she seemed a lot like you, but maybe with less rough edges, adopted by her own kind and not a bunch of animals, but you were grateful for your animal family. You thought about her a bit more, deciding, “I like Kiri.”

He laughs, smiling “I thought you would.” He waits for you to say something before asking, “Do you have any more questions?”

You thought, concentration on your face, then you decided on something, curiosity overtaking you, “You have told me about roles in your clan before, so what do you do in the clan?”

“I am going to be the future Olo’eyktan when my father is ready to retire. My father says I will be a strong leader,” Neteyam smiled proudly, before focusing on you, “but I will need a Tsahík.” He tried to hint at his intent.

You didn’t get the hint, mumbling, “Oh…” You frowned. No future leader would want you by their side, but Neteyam took all this time to help you learn, and he said he loved you, you knew he loved you. What was he doing?

He frowned then, cradling your face in his warm hands, “What’s wrong yawne?” He did not intend to upset you, but clearly something he had said had hurt you. He did not want to hurt you.

You sighed, trying to smile convincingly, “Nothing. I am okay.” You hoped he would drop it, you were not ready to address it. Instead, you wanted to move on, maybe drop the whole conversation about his clan.

He sighs as well, still frowning, “I know something is wrong, but I will not push you.” He wanted to get to the bottom of it, but he knew even with all your time with him you were still skittish. He was worried you would scurry off, and leave him alone. Instead of pushing it he switched the topic, “I want you to come meet my family.” He offered.

“Oh…” You were shocked. You had never intended to meet his family, happy with learning little bits and pieces about them from him from time to time, but as you thought about it you wondered what it would be like to meet them, deciding, “I would love to.”

A serious look was on his face, but you could tell he was anxious, very anxious, “How about we go now…” His voice fades off, “If you are ready?” He proposes.

You frowned, “Won’t they be busy?” They sounded like busy people, his parents being the clan leaders, and you knew his siblings often went out on adventures.

“Not really,” He cracked a smile, giggling, “I kind of told everyone I would be bringing a visitor today…”

You were surprised, and let it show on your face, “And I was not going to hear about that until now?”

“It is supposed to be a surprise,” He rolled his eyes sarcastically, “but please?”

You hesitated, were you ready for this? You weren’t sure, and you wished you had more time to prepare, but you made up your mind, “Okay… let’s go.”

Neteyam smiled fondly at you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “Thank you, tiyawn.”

“Mhm.” Was all you said, anxiety starting to gnaw at your stomach, butterflies inside, but instead of them fluttering around happily their wings beat hard, knocking all around.

You slowly sat up so that Neteyam could get up, and once he was and you hadn’t moved, feeling stuck to your spot, he reached his hand out, offering to pull you up.

He sighed, offering you a small smile, “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” You reassured him, and tried to convince yourself you were ready.

The walk was short, you never knew Neteyam lived so close to your meeting place, or maybe it was longer than it seemed as you zoned out the whole walk, coming back to reality when Neteyam stopped and you slammed into his back. You apologized, and he reassured you it was okay.

You were going to be okay.

When you stepped out of the brush it was like all eyes around you focused in on you, and they had. There weren't many people, but they all looked in your direction, and it scared you. You found yourself feeling uncomfortable and skittish, maybe even a bit hostile as you glared back at the people, ready to scatter off if anything were to go wrong.

All of your thoughts, negative and positive, stopped when Neteyam reached out to you, wrapping an arm around you, and squeezing tightly enough to calm you a bit with his embrace. He quietly whispered, “It’s okay. You are okay.”

You tried to calm your breathing, “Teyam, they are staring at me.” You felt targeted, threatened, like they are waiting to pounce and hurt you, whether that is physically or verbally.

Neteyam knew they were just curious, they had never seen you before, and that was odd for them, to see another Omaticaya person, and looking the way you did with scars littering your skin. He tried to calm you, “They are just curious, I promise.”

“Okay…” You were not convinced, but tried to allow yourself to believe him.

“We are going to the Tsahík tent, to my grandmother. You will wait there, and I’m going to get my parents.”He informed you, “Think you can do that?” He asked, cautiously. He was willing to go about it another way if you were not comfortable with that plan.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself beforehand, “Yes, I think that will be okay.”

Neteyam smiled, “Good.”

The rest of the walk was silent as you kept your eyes down, focusing on the ground instead of the many onlookers studying you. People whispered between each other, asking questions that they would have to wait for the answers to.

“Who is she?”

“Where did she come from?”

“Why is Neteyam with her?”

“Why are they so close?”

You ignored the whispers, and soon enough you were entering a tent. As you looked around you there were plants hung on the walls drying, many pots and jars sitting on tables, rolled herbs and leaves everywhere, and a woman sitting in the middle working a mortar and pestle, grinding something up into a thick paste.

Neteyam smiled at the strange lady, greeting her, “Oel ngati kameie, grandmother, it is nice to see you.”

You realized she must be the Tsahík, dressed in her special clothes, most likely making a healing paste. You remember Neteyam teaching you about her, about the significance of her clothes, about her exceptional healing abilities, and how she communes with Eywa.

You quickly snapped back to yourself, zoning out once again, when her head turned to you, “Oel ngati kameie.” You greeted as well, remembering Neteyam telling you that was a customary greeting. It was polite, and you had manners.

She smiles calmly, and it calms you as well, “It is nice to see you too, grandson, and it is great to finally meet you (Y/n), Neteyam has told me so much about you.” You are shocked. You figured he had talked about you, but you didn’t expect it to be her, maybe his mother or siblings.

You pulled on a polite smile while you felt yourself crumbling, “It is nice to meet you too.” You didn’t have much else to say, you figured there was more you probably should, but nothing came to mind.

After greetings were done Neteyam took a deep breath, turning to you, “(Y/n), I’m going to get my parents okay?”

“Okay…” You were hesitant, not too excited to be left alone with a new person. You felt your body itching to run, to sprint off and never return, but you tried your best to hold yourself together.

Once Neteyam left you felt like you were going to cry. Your body and mind didn’t know what else to do besides break down. They were battling, your body wanted to run, but your mind wanted to stay. You wanted to stay, for him, and so you did, digging your feet into the ground and taking a deep breath.

“You are okay, I do not bite.” Mo’at smiled at you. She was trying to calm you down, being as calm and slow as possible in her movements.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, for what you weren’t quite sure, but you did anyway. Maybe it was because you were so uncomfortable, maybe it was because she could sense that.

Mo’at completely ignored your apology, pointing to a cushion you could sit on like she was currently. You carefully approached it, pulling it a few feet away on instinct, before sitting on it. It was comfortable, but something you were not sure of.

She hummed, speaking carefully, “Your connection with Eywa is extraordinary. It is like a piece of her is in you.” She told you, or you took it as a complement.

You were curious, about her, about how she communed with Eywa, “How can you tell?”

She just laughs quietly, to herself, not necessarily at you, but your ears lowered, “I am Tsahík, I know everything there is to do with the Great Mother.”

You frown, not quite understanding, asking, “Ah, okay. I have heard about Tsahík. You talk to Eywa, yes?”

“Yes,” She smiles at you, and you can see the anticipation in her eyes, she is waiting to tell you something, “and she has told me about you, shown me visions of a girl raised by the forest.”

You smiled this time, thinking about the forest, about your home, about your family, “She did raise me. She cares for me, she granted me a family, and a community that taught me to survive.”

Mo’at nodded her head, taking in your information, she had heard about how you were raised by the forest, but not by who in particular, “Ah, I see. Who is your family?”

You smiled, thinking about your family. Usually you wouldn’t be this open, but for some reason you felt you could open up to the woman, “I have a mother, and a sister, but my sister left recently. Now it is just me and my mom.”

Mo’at hums, “Hm, who is your mother?” She asks, digging a little deeper.

You hesitate, knowing that your raising was not traditional, but you decided to answer, “My mother is a palulukan, her name is Riir. I was raised by her, and the other animals of the forest.”

“Oh.” She paused, she looked slightly surprised, “You are very lucky Eywa granted you that.”

You smiled, nodding your head, “Yes, I am grateful to her.”

She stops, thinking, asking Eywa for guidance before continuing, when she got an answer from her she said, “I would like to teach you, do you know anything about healing?”

Thinking about whether you should do this or not, you shake your head, “No,” You pause, really thinking about this, you decide she might be able to teach you some valuable skills, “but I think it would be good to learn.”

She smiles, clapping her hands together, making you jump, “Good, I will teach you then.” She sets it in stone.

There is a beat of silence, comfort settling over you as you sign contently, getting a small break from the constant chaos since you had gotten there. You sit on your cushion, watching Mo’at as she goes about her business, studying her already, even before your lessons have started.

As soon as your heart rate had slowed to a normal state there was a knock on the doorway. Your ears swiveled in its direction first, your heart jumping up your throat, your stomach twisting uncomfortably. Your head was quick to follow your ears after your body’s natural responses, wide eyes holding fear and apprehension in them.

You fought off your flight response, keeping yourself firmly where you were, but you were still ready to take off if the need arose. Your eyes were unfocused as you looked around, looking for some sort of safety, some semblance of your normal.

You couldn’t see anything through blurry eyes and you panicked, ready to stand and run. Then hands came to your shoulders, shaking you carefully, and that was the last straw. You thrashed out of the person’s hold, shooting to your feet, and when you realized the entrance to the tent was blocked by people you panicked more. A loud, aggressive, hiss erupted from you, and you watched as everyone flinched away.

You were stiff as a board, looking for any way out, but when you failed to find one you felt your body giving up. Your knees were weak, and you felt like you were going to collapse in a pile of tears, but before you could, arms wrapped around you. You flailed, squirming and thrashing to get away from them, but when they didn’t let you go you surrendered.

“(Y/n)...”The word was extremely muffled, but you could make out your name, focusing in a little more, “(Y/n) listen to me.” You were still on edge, but could now understand what was being said, “(Y/n), it’s okay. It’s just me. Just Neteyam.”

You let out a sigh, calming down a little as you realized it was him, “Neteyam…” When he was convinced you were done freaking out he let you go, “Thank you. I’m sorry.” You looked at him, then the ground as you apologized.

He carefully cradled your face in his hands, “It's okay. You’re okay.” He reassured you, “I brought someone to meet you.”

You turned to the people, embarrassed you had freaked out in front of them, remembering your manners you said, “Oel ngati kameie. I am so sorry.”

You looked at the people, examining them. They were older, obviously Neteyam’s parents, and you could definitely tell by his mother. They looked so alike. His father was intimidating, they both were, but his mother less so, seeming more at ease than her mate, a small smile on her face. His father’s face was hardened, but you could see the shock on his face that he was desperately trying to hide.

His mother addressed you first while his father watched on, “It is okay.” She smiled at you, before turning to Neteyam, “You picked a feisty one. She has a strong heart.”

“She’s something…” His father commented, he drifted off at the end, not sure what else to say.

“Ma Jake.” Neytiri hissed a warning, quiet enough for just him, and unfortunately you with your super focused hearing. You weren’t sure what he had meant, but now understood it was supposedly an insult of some sort. Before you could overthink it she spoke again, “I am Neytiri, my mate is Jake. We want to welcome you to the Omaticaya clan.”

“Thank you.” You replied simply, still not sure what to do.

You heard someone shout for Jake in the background and he flinched, hissing out “Shit.” Before turning to everyone, “I have to go, I am so sorry. I hope to see you again (Y/n).”

Neytiri looked like she was about to complain, but Jake took off before she could say anything to him, so instead she turned back to you and Neteyam, “Neteyam, I think your father will need your help. If it is okay with (Y/n) I can show her around the village.”

Neteyam turned to you, and you smiled, she reminded you so much of him, and you reassured him, “I think that would be okay. Go help your father Teyam.”

He nodded, smiling at you, “Okay yawne I will find you again as soon as possible.” He promised, taking your hands and kissing the backs of them.

You felt your cheeks warm up, blushing, “Okay tiyawn, see you later.”

After Neteyam ran off you smiled at Neytiri hoping it was friendly and didn’t show how anxious you were, “You are okay. I am not going to do anything.” She reassured you, smiling back, but more comfortably, “Let us go.” She said, offering you an arm to hold, before beginning to walk when you cautiously held onto her, but you had to admit it made you feel a bit better.

She explained what everything around you was, what different people were doing, and who a few important people were, like the group of elders watching you curiously as you passed with Neytiri.

As you weaved in and out of the kelkus around you Neytiri explained what you were doing there, “We are going to our home now, so you can meet Neteyam’s siblings. If they are too much call me, and I will come help.” She explained to you.

“Okay. Thank you.” You smiled at her, grateful for her offer, but a little worried about why she had said that. You hoped they would not be too much.

When you arrived someone was already waiting outside the kelku, a boy around you and Neteyam’s age. He looked like Jake, like Neteyam looked like Neytiri, so you put the pieces together that this must be his brother.

As soon as you were close enough the boy practically pounced on you, circling you and looking at you from every angle, looking for what Neteyam saw in you. You were odd, not what Neteyam would usually go for, not like what he had gone for in the past, and it didn’t matter to you, but to his brother it was puzzling.

He was about to say something, mouth already open, before Neytiri held her hand up, “Lo’ak go inside. She will join you when she is ready.”

Lo’ak’s shoulders slumped in defeat before he ducked inside, and you smiled at his disappointment before speaking to Neytiri, “He is a lot already.” You were a little unsure about him, but you would try talking to him.

She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand like Neteyam does, “Yes, trust me I know.” She paused, and when you didn’t say anything she spoke again, “Take your time, step in when you are ready.”

You took a few deep breaths, calming yourself as much as possible, “I think I am ready. Thank you.” You expressed your gratitude to her before stepping inside.

When you got inside you were immediately bombarded by Lo’ak as he sprung up from where he was sitting dejected, “Hey! I’ve heard a lot about you, but Neteyam wouldn’t tell us your name. What’s your name?”

You were immediately overwhelmed, a little spooked by him springing up, immediately in your face, but you tried to answer his question, “(Y/n)... Neteyam gave it to me.”

He smiles sarcastically, “Awe, a little nickname. What’s your real name though?” He questions you, nearly pushing you to the edge.

You tried to reason with him, “You would not understand my real name…”

“What does that mean? I promise I could figure it out. You’ve gotta tell me!” He shouts enthusiastically, talking a mile a minute.

You were trying to figure out what he was saying, but he was just talking too fast, so you tried to let him know as simply as you could, “I’m sorry you’re speaking a little too fast, I am struggling to understand you…”

He gasped, realizing something, “Is Na’vi not your first language?”

“No.” You said, hesitantly, not sure what else to say.

“Oh…” He trailed off, thinking of what it was, but not coming up with anything, “ Well what is it?”

You stuttered out, struggling, “I- I’m, uh, not sure if I am ready to share that with you.”

He looked disappointed, and you were tempted to just tell him, “But you have to-” He was then cut off by a girl who you hadn’t even noticed was there, but was now standing up from her spot in the corner where she had been watching.

She scoffed at him, “Lo’ak, you skxawng, go away. She will talk with you when she is ready.” Scolding him, almost like you were sure Neytiri would.

“But-” He tried to protest, but she cut him off again.

She put her hands on her hips, rolling her eyes, “Lo’ak, I am serious, buzz off.”

“Fine…” He huffed, walking away to only Eywa knows where, defeated.

The girl turns to you, smiling, “I’m sorry, he's an idiot.”

“It’s fine. He’s just…” You paused, looking for the right words, “A lot.”

“I’m Kiri.” She introduces herself, and you can feel something special about her. She feels like you in some way, she feels connected to you somehow, and that comforted you.

“I am (Y/n), but you already know that.” You giggled, letting loose with her unlike anyone else, something was just so comforting about her.

With her comforting vibes you were able to relax, making small conversation as you sat in the middle of the home. It was nice, and you allowed her in more than anyone else in the village so far. Telling her about your experiences up until now, and how you appreciated her listening. She had smiled, and reassured you that she would be there anytime you needed to talk.

As you finally got comfortable something spooked you once again, a little girl who rushed into the home like a tornado ready to take down anyone in it’s way, “Kiri!” A little voice shouts as a younger girl sprints through the doorway, clinging to Kiri, “Someone stole my toy!”

Kiri sighed, sending you an apologetic look as you tried to calm yourself once again, “It’s okay, Tuk. We will get it later.”

Tuk whined, turning around and finally noticing you. She gasped, “You’re so pretty.” She complimented, “Are you Neteyam’s mate?” She asked, putting two and two together.

You froze in surprise, trying to form a response, stuttering out, “Oh, um, not yet…”

Kiri sighed, placing her face in her hands, “Tuk! That is rude to ask.” She scolded the younger girl.

Tuk was a lot, much like her brother, but you appreciated her young innocence, “It is okay, she is just curious.” You admired her curiosity about you, introducing yourself, “I am (Y/n).”

The girl smiled widely at you, “I’m Tuk!”

You smiled back tightly, “It is nice to meet you Tuk.”

The girl was excited to meet you to say the least, and you were slightly uncomfortable with her energetic demeanor, but less so than Lo’ak as she typically asked less pushy questions. She was adorable as well, a bright smile on her adorable soft baby face. You decided you liked her, much like Kiri, but in different ways.

Eventually Neteyam was released from his duties and he found you back at his family’s kelku. He smiled softly when he saw you talking with Tuk, but he could tell you were getting overwhelmed, your social battery running out.

He knew you wouldn’t do it yourself so he excused you from the conversation, explaining to everyone that you had to go home before it got dark. You were grateful for that, getting tired, ready to go home to your mother palulukan and go to sleep.

You and him swiftly exited the village and began the trek back to your usual meeting spot where you could make your way home from. When you got there the overwhelmedness from the whole day overtook you, and all you could do was hug Neteyam and cry quietly in his arms.

He held you, allowing you to let it all out, whispering to you about how proud of you he was, how good you had done, how everyone had enjoyed meeting you, and that made you feel slightly better, but you were just so tired you couldn't process that.

When you were done crying it out he let go of the embrace, instead holding you by your shoulders out in front of him, “I love you.” He whispered to you, just for you, and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, Teyam.” You smiled at him, kissing both of his cheeks. He smiled widely at that, and you could tell he was grateful for you as you were grateful for him.

You trudged your way home once you had parted ways, and when you arrived home you were surprised to find your mother palulukan had hunted today, giving you dinner when you got home. You gratefully ate, happy with the silence she gave you after the day you had.

When you were finished she was already peacefully asleep, and you cuddled up next to her, thinking about your day.

You had been on edge, anxious, skittish, the whole day, but overall you would call it a success. You had enjoyed meeting certain members of Neteyam’s family more than others, but overall you liked them.

You could see them being your family, in some ways, but they were truly Neteyam’s family, not yours. No matter how much you learned to love them they would never replace your family in the forest, the ones who raised you. They would never replace your palulukan mother.

Their clan was fine enough, their homes were nice and clean, probably safer than yours, but you would never trade your home for theirs. The forest would forever be your home, your first, your safety, but you could see yourself living there. You could see yourself living with Neteyam, your new home.

Word Bank:

Ikran (Mountain Banshee)

Palulukan (Thanator)

Omaticaya (Forest Na’vi)

Kelku (Omatikaya homes)

Iknimaya (Omatikaya rite of passage, claiming an ikran)

Olo’eyktan (Clan leader)

Tsahík (Spiritual leader)

Yawne (Beloved)

Tiyawn (Love)

“Oel ngati kameie.” (“I see you”, greeting)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

Great Mother (Eywa)

Skxawng (Idiot, moron)

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You often wondered how much time Jake was able to spend in the lab with you as opposed to the time he spent in the village with the other Omaticaya.

You also wondered how he could hold a full conversation while staring at you from across the room.

How he would compliment you whenever you did anything worth mentioning.

How often he would touch you whether you would anticipate it or not.

Nor could you forget the slight twitch in his lips that erupted into a small smile whenever you were in arm’s length.

You also thought of how he would also distance himself from you at the first sign of discomfort had you decided to display any to begin with.

You could feel your breath fall short as your eyes darted towards the part in his lips as he smiled.

His gaze subtly lowers from your eyes to your lips, carefully observing your facial expression for any signs of hesitation.

Visibly, there were none.

He decides to test the waters, taking another step forward.

He approached you with a tilt of his head as he brushed his index across the carbon fiber frame secured tightly against your face, causing your mask to fog as you exhaled.

“Sully . . . ”

He doesn’t respond but his eyes meet yours once more which was his subtle way of letting you know that he was listening even if you thought otherwise.

But you knew that it wasn’t enough.

Not for you at least.

Not when he was this close enough to where his face was close enough to touch yours nor when his hands grazed your skin, rendering you speechless with each touch.

So you call his name again, feeling the syllable weigh on your tongue each time you called for him. It made you breathless, made you weak.

You notice the slight curve at the edge of his lips as he ran his hand down your braids, gliding his index against the one closest to him as he stared at it in a muted fascination.

His ears twitch at the sound of your voice as he continued to gather your hair in his hand, “I like hearing you say my name,” He admits lowly, “But I’d like it better if you’d moan it out for me instead . . . ”

Your eyes dart to his in shock which fades once you heard the underlying amusement his tone was known to carry. Your lips twitch into a nervous smile, deflecting the potential come on as him having a strange sense of humor. “Chill,” You drawled, your eyes gradually leaving his as you dismissed his attempts.

“Nah,” His tongue runs across his lips, “I’m serious.”

You let out a slight scoff as you crossed your arms and shifted your hips to the side as you forced your gaze to meet his once more, “You and I both know that you’re not on that type of timing, Sully.”

His head tilts at the challenge in your words, “Yeah?”

You nod as you held your ground, “Yeah.”

He crossed his arms, “What if I was?”

You stare at him uncertain whether you should take his words to heart or not. You attempt to brush him off again, “Then you wouldn’t have to ask me, would you?”

His eyes seemed to narrow at the challenge, “You’ve got a point, doc.”

You nod, ignoring the disappointment you felt as he conceded his defeat which was odd considering he would’ve had a reply of his own.

A wicked smile flashes across his lips when he noticed how your face fell as he bent down and reached out to clasp his hand against your nape, “Good thing I’m not askin,’ isn’t it?”

You hold still, not knowing what to expect.

With him, you never do.

His head lowers, allowing you to feel his ears flick your skin.

You shivered as his hands ground into your hips, “Sully - ”

His lips twitch, “Jake.”

You ignore the correction, “What do you want from me, Sully?”

His eyes meet yours as he shrugs, “Whatever you’re willing to give me, sweetheart . . . ”

You resist the urge to flinch when his hand brushes your clavicle, relishing in his touch.

“Just for tonight?” You asked, with caution.

“That’s up to you,” His eyes bore into yours, tilting his head.

The two of you fall into a brief silence with nothing but the sounds of the forest resounding between you both.

“If that’s what it takes for you to keep an open mind, I’m not opposed to spending the night together,” He shrugs as if his pride wasn’t faltering with each passing minute, “But you’re not the kind of woman I’d be willing let go of once I have you.”

Your eyes glaze at the statement as the realization that Jake was just as attracted to you as you were to him. He saw your worth like you saw his and he wanted you.

You parted your lips to speak but words fail you.

So, you nodded instead.

Jake cracked a small smile and slips his thumb and forefinger at the base of your chin, “I need to hear the words, sweetheart. Want to hear you say it just as . . . “

He wants to kiss you but he settles for peppering kisses against your nape instead.

You let out a moan and arch into his touch, eager for him to continue.

His lips trailed towards your chest, toying with each mound as he kneaded each one as if it were dough. His lips curl into a scowl when he reaches for your face and touches carbon fiber rather than flesh.

His brows knit together furrow as his ears wilt, unable to hide his disappointment. You smiled softly at how expressive he is as a Na’vi, reminding you of his inability to hide his true facial expressions as a human either.

The mask is a deterrent, that you both can attest to.

But he doesn’t allow it to derail him as his hands lower from your face down to your legs where he reaches beneath your sarong to grip on to your thighs.

His tail swished behind him as he lowers his face down to your stomach.

His flat nose pressed against your abdomen, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent until it was all he could smell.

You hissed, clutching his head when his hands grip your ass.

He laid you on the ground, careful not to jostle you as his head lowers between your legs.

You jolt as his tongue swipes against your slit, unsure of how to feel about the strange texture of the muscle slathering itself on to your walls.

“Sully . . . ”

He hums against your clit, holding on to your hips.

He replaces his tongue with his index and asks, “What’d I tell you, huh?” He curls the digit around your walls, “Just sit back and relax, mama . . . ”

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Your eyes almost cross from the pet name as your breath fogs your mask, rolling your wrist as much as you could to make up for warmth your mouth was unable to provide.

The back of his head dug into the ground as his hips jerk from the sensation, “Never knew how good a hand could feel when it’s not your own.”

You let out a breathless laugh only to moan as his tongue delved deeper inside of you, “You’re telling me . . . ”

He laughs and replaces his tongue with his middle and ring fingers as the two digits scissored themselves against your walls, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Good was an understatement but your vocabulary was limited and so was your ability to form a cohesive sentence, “So good, too good.” You agreed, rewarding him with a flick of your wrist.

You keened into his grip as a string of curses flew from his lips, crossing over between English and Na’vi as he thrusts into your grip with a sharp hiss.

“If your hands feel this good, I can only imagine how your lips would feel wrapped around me . . . ”

Your cunt flutters at the thought as well as the heightened pace he was prodding into you with as you rolled your hips against his hand, “Same here . . . ”

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He pants into your ear, nudging your head with his as his lips formed a slight scowl at the thought of him not being able to slot his mouth against yours.

You noticed his frustration growing as you took mercy on him and pressed his head towards your nape, smiling softly when you could feel him grin as he suctioned his mouth and seared his tongue against your skin. “I’ve got you this hyped and you haven’t even hit yet,” You replied, taunting him only for him to chuckle.

He rolled his eyes as he let out an amused snort, “This comin’ from the woman who came quicker than I did?”

You kissed your teeth, “Beginner’s luck . . . ”

Jake gave you a look as he smirked at your attempt to save face and humble him in the process. You feel his lips ghost against your skin, causing you to shiver.

“‘S okay, you can admit how good I put it down without puttin’ it down yet . . . ” He whispers, gently tugging on to your ear with his teeth and patting your ass.

You jolt from the contact as he grinned and palmed his cock, stroking it slowly as he meshed your saliva and his pre - cum together.

His ears flatten against his head as he lets out a low hiss from how sensitive he was.

You watch him closely, worried that you might’ve injured him while pleasuring him and aroused by how he brought himself to full mast with a few slow strokes.

You watched the appendage rise, admiring the bright shade of blue it was covered in along with the stripes wrapped around it which were another dim shade of blue. It was also crested with the constellations covering the rest of his skin.

He notices your prolonged stare and responds with a sly grin as he pulls you closer, “Like what you see, sweet heart?”

Your eyes widen in embarrassment from being caught as you stare elsewhere, hearing a breathless chuckle from Jake who was amused at how shy you were compared to the confident air you had earlier.

You felt his thumb rest on your chin as his index slid beneath it, pulling your face towards his. “Hey,” He rasps, “‘M just messin’ around with you. ’S nothing wrong with you looking if you like what you see,” He tilts his head in your direction as he leered at your nude form, “I know I do . . . ”

You roll your eyes and shook your head in a failed attempt to hide the small smile you gave him, “I hate you . . . ”

He grins down at you and gives himself another pump as he pulls you closer to him, “Good to know.” You lift your head to allow him easier access as he kisses your nape.

He lingered there for a while until he shudders from his own grip, clasping on to your hip with his free hand. You lowered your gaze to where his member brushed between your legs.

He pulls back to grip your chin and stare at you with an intensity that you weren’t used to, “You sure want to go through with this, doc?”

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“Who am I?” Jake grunts, increasing his pace tenfold as you felt him thrusting into you faster and harder than he was before.

You open your mouth to respond only for you to answer him with a moan as a line of drool threatens to fall from your lips.

He leans closer into your ear and whispers, “Say my name, baby girl . . . ”

You let out a deep moan as your arch deepens with each thrust, “ . . . Jake . . . ”

His amber eyes darken with lust as a satisfied groan released from his chest at the sound of you moaning out for him.

His tongue swipes across his teeth, “Damn, I’ve never heard you say my name before. Always my last. ‘S kinda hot. Say it again, mama.”

Your mouth twitches at the order, “ . . . Jake, Jake, Jake . . . ”

You cry out for him this time, repeating his name as much as you could much to his pleasure. With the way he was inching towards your next orgasm, you were just another stroke from calling him another name he would like.

His hips meet yours with each thrust, timing his perfectly with your own. He grins at your eagerness, imagining how he could have you positioned like this.

His hands on your waist as he watched him repeatedly entering and exiting you with the intention of leaving an impression that neither you nor body would forget.

You were so soft, so warm.

He could feel your walls encasing him, allowing him to slide into you with ease.

He grows hard at the thought of how well you were taking him, allowing his primal instincts to resurface.

“Jake . . . ”

The sound your voice, fraught with need, reminds him of who he is, where he was, and what he was concentrating on at the current moment.

“What’s up, mama?” He asks, “Talk to me.”

A familiar warmth pools beneath your stomach as you moan out for him, “‘M close, so close . . . ”

His thumbs dug deeper into your hips, indenting them as he nods at your warning. “I know, baby, I know . . . ”

He grunts out, lifting your body into his arms as he angled his member deeper into your walls.

You whimper from the change in pace and wrap your arms around his shoulders almost instinctively, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening the longer he continued to hit your spot with each thrust.

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The second you reached your second orgasm of the night, he reaches his with a final thrust. His ears flickered until they laid flat against his skull while he released a low grunt.

His scrotum twitches beneath you as he fills you with his cum that seemed to come in waves.

His fangs gnashed against his teeth in an attempt not to give into his primal urges which were to mark you and scent you so that everyone, Na’vi or not, knew you were his.

Because you weren’t his.

Not yet.

He settles on nuzzling the side of your face, mindful of your hair matted against it from the perspiration.

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aurora-starwars · 2 years ago

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You Can Be The Moon And Still Be Jealous Of The Stars

Request by @catr4dora:

HI! Is it ok if I could request a (2009) JEALOUS! Jake sully x fem reader ?

Pairing: (2009) Jake Sully x fem!Na’vi!reader

Summary: Jake miss understands a situation between reader and another, and becomes jealous ;)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None, i don’t think. Let me know if you see any.

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting!!! I hope you like it, because I had fun writing it! <33333

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“Just like this?”

“Yes, but you must suck in your stomach more,” [Name] explained, helping the man before her tilt his bow higher.

[Name] had always been the best fighter in the clan. Well, it was either her, Tsu’tey, or Neytiri. Regardless, she was one of the best. And because of that she was often put in charge of training the more advanced fighters in order to advance their skill.

The man with his bow raised nearly a foot away from [Name] was her newest apprentice. He wasn’t a young man, nor was he old, but I could be seen in his skill that he had not been a warrior for long.

“Okay, now shoot.”

It had been a while since [Name] had been assigned anyone to train, too busy training Jake Sully, their new supposed dream walker recruit. The man wished to train and learn to be one of the People and leaders of the clan allowed this, as long as [Name] would be the one to train him.

The man in front of her, whose name [Name] does not remember, missed the target by at least a foot. He really hadn’t come close to the intended spot, at all, since the beginning of his training. [Name] nearly huffed, instead letting out a soft but heavy sigh, moving to rest a comforting had on the man’s shoulder.

“You will get it, you just have to practice. Now go prepare for dinner, the others should be back from the hunt by now.”

The man walked away, leaving [Name] alone to her thoughts. Oakey, she remembered his name to be, was an incredibly slow learner. Although, he had not been training since childhood, he still had a few years of training as a warrior. This made her think of Jake’s skill, how it had only been a few months and he has already seemed to pick up a majority of the skills.

As she made it back to Hometree, she found that the warriors had returned and that the meal had long been prepared. Walking between her fellow Na’vi, she found her place next to Jake, sitting down and grabbing a portion. After a beat, [Name] noticed the man beside her had yet to greet her, choosing to stay silent.

“Good hunt?” [Name] offered gently, hoping get Jake to talk.

[Name] was only met with silence, Jake not even looking in her directing. [Name] was upset at this, reasonably so. Her eyebrows furrowed, chewing her food faster and more aggressive than before. What reason did he have for being so upset? And why was him ignoring her going to solve anything?

When the meal was over and the Omaticaya people headed off to bed, [Name] and Jake were left to head to their respective hammocks next to one another. [Name] knew they didn’t much talk before bed but she was hoping that she could get something out of Jake before they went to bed.

Climbing into the hammocks, [Name] asked, “Jake, are you alright? You have been quiet all night. Did something happen during the hunt?”

Jake only responded by touching the side of his hammock before rolling over, facing away from her. [Name] huffed, she had had enough of his behaviour and wished he would just spill it.

Morning came around and she found Jake already missing from the last spot she’d seen him. They had more training today as Jake wasn’t on a hunt today, so she wondered why he seemed to have ran off. Breakfast was simple but filling, allowing all who ate to be filled with energy but not stuffed enough as to not function. [Name] was getting frustrated at this point. Patience never came easy to her, but being a teacher and a frequent hunt participant, she learned to be calm. But Jake Sully not being at breakfast, was not making this process easy.

After asking Tsu’tey where Jake was, [Name] ran off in the direction of Jake’s last know location.

[Name]’s run slowed to a walk upon finding Jake throwing rocks across the water of a calm river.

“Jake?” [Name] started carefully, not wanting him to run off again. “What are you doing here?”

Jake sighed at the sound of her voice, what a wonderful voice [Name] had. Turning around, Jake looked into the concerned eyes of [Name], her shoulders tense.

When Jake didn’t reply, [Name] continued, “Why have you been avoiding me?”

Jake had thought back for a moment, to the day before. He had just gotten back from the hunt and was excited to see [Name], practically running to where he knew [Name] trained some of the more advanced kids. But when he got there he was surprised to see [Name] with her hand resting on a man near her age’s shoulder. He watched her comfort him, looking deep into his eyes.

Jake didn’t know what to think, he thought he was about the only person in the clan that needed training at his age, most of the other Na’vi having learned to use a bow much at a young age. So to see [Name] train a man, clearly not a child, seemed to Jake as a romantic gesture. One that brought two together. He thought he was the only one in that position, in [Name]’s heart, but it seems he was wrong.

“It’s nothing. You go and help that man learn to fight or whatever you were doing with him,” Jake practically spat, turning back to the water.

“What? What does Oakey have to do with this?” [Name]’s confusion was written all over her face, not that Jake could see.

“What does he have to do with this?” Jake repeated, acting as if shocked. “Only everything! But if you want to go off and train him instead of me, that’s fine. I am sure I will have another trainer, maybe Neytiri or Tsu’tey,” Jake’s eyebrows were tightly knit and his hands were curled in fists.

“I don’t understand why you are upset. Are you upset that I was training Oakey?” [Name] asked incredulously, her body only growing more tense by the minute.

“I’m not upset that you were training him, I am upset you choose to train this man who obviously has feelings for you. You like him and wish to be with him. I just thought that we were closer.” Jake finished dejected.

“Jake…” [Name] started, looking as Jake shook his head, turning and sitting in front of the river.

[Name] smiled to herself slightly. Jake Sully was jealous. Jake Sully was jealous over some man she was training. She almost laughed, as if that man could compare.

Walking slowly over to where Jake was sitting and sitting only a few inches away, [Name] took a deep breath.

“Jake, that man was just another of the future warriors of our clan. He, like many others have, has chosen another path to learn about. He originally was a forager, but he changed passions and wanted to be a hunter.” [Name] tried to explain, watching Jake carefully from the corner of her eye.

“So, you are not interested or attracted to him?” Jake asked, slowly gaining his confidence back.

“Of course not! Are you kidding? Oakey has been training for years and he just started to get within range of the target using a bow,” [Name] let out a laugh that rattled her entire body, the thought of choosing anyone other than Jake seemed ridiculous.

Jake grinned, trying not to chuckle in response to [Name]’s infectious laugh. He too found it ridiculous for [Name] to pick Oakey over himself.

“Besides,” [Name] continued. “You learned everything in half the time he took to learn to pick up a bow, and he didn’t look half as good doing it.”

[Name] attempted to smirk, but upon seeing the look on Jake’s face, her face morphed to one of slight shock and confusion. He was looking at her with soft eyes, leaning in to get a better look at her as if a piece of art needing to studied.

“If it makes you feel better, Oakey is promised to another. And…” [Name] started before getting lost in Jake’s eyes.

“Mhm” Jake hummed, hoping she would continue.

“And… I would never choose another over you. Not for the rest of my days.”

Jake only smiled before pulling [Name] in for a passionate but gentle kiss. It spoke many feelings that were otherwise hard to convey. Jealous tendencies, frustrated confusion, untold attraction.

When they separated, the two only stared in each other’s eyes, memorizing every detail. Large smiled spread across their faces as they realized what they had done.

“I see you, [Name]”

“I see you, Jake.”

A/n: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to request or let me know anything you think! <333333

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tonowarii · 2 years ago

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A Soulmate Who Wasnt Meant to Be

COMFORT(?) DRABBLE FOR "A LIFE FOR A LIFE" (could also be read alone, but much better if you've read this one!)

Pairing: Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x Fem! Omaticaya! Reader

WC: 1.5k

Warning/s: mentions of death, okay.. still a little bit of more angst and hurt but some comfort in the end! :D maybe im not so evil anymore..?

GIF is mine!

After he had saved his sisters, mother, and father from Quaritch and finally having Spider back, he knew he had to face you again, to face your lifeless body again.

However, the other heart-breaking thing was when Kiri and Tuktirey saw you once they had landed upon the rocky shore.

“We’re safe!” Tuktirey says “Where’s (Y/N)?!” She says but as she looked in front of her, she stopped. Smile dropping, the same as with Kiri.

“(Y/N)?” Tuk asked, approaching you, she grabs your hand as Kiri was on your other side, knowing what happened. Kiri’s tears fell as she grasped your hand.

“Why- why isn’t she moving? (Y/N), can you hear me? We’re finally safe!” Tuk expressed, her bright eyes filling with concern as Neteyam carefully knelt beside her small frame, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Tuk, (Y/N) is with the Great Mother now…”

Tuk felt a wave of tears forming in her eyes. “What? Why..why..?”

Every step Lo’ak took felt like stones in his heart as he moved towards you, Kiri moving so he could kneel by your side. He gulped. Looking across from him he sees Tuk crying, holding your arm as Neteyam looked at Lo’ak, offering a sympathetic look as he rubbed Tuk’s shoulder.

It was already sunrise when Jake stepped up towards them. “We got to get her back to the village, son.” He spoke with a heavy heart. Neytiri stands beside Jake, before moving behind Lo’ak, placing her hands on his shoulders. “It is time, son.”

Lo’ak could only afford to watch as your body was carried away by Jake and Neteyam, as well as other Metkayina that his father has called over.

On the way home, he stared blankly, not responding to anyone that talked to him, the only exception being his brother, Neteyam.

As they prepared for your funeral, Lo’ak stayed silent as they made their way over to the cove of ancestors after eclipse, finding the other Metkayina there, joining in offering their condolences and joining in their sadness, a loss of a loved one, a daughter.

Lo’ak could feel his grip tighten on the leaf that carried your once lively body as flowers danced around your form. Every push he made felt another stab to his heart, further setting in the realization that he was never going to see you nor hear you, or ever talk to you again in this life. He swallows, taking a look at your face, your eyes were closed and it looked like you were just sleeping, curled up against yourself.

Jake and Neytiri were now tasked with carrying your body down to the sea anemone, finally putting you to rest. As they took your body, Lo’ak could feel his tears sprung from his eyes. Jake and Neytiri held your body, regrets overflowing within their heart and guilt. Guilt that they had failed your parents, guilt that they hadn’t protected you when they promised they would. They had treated you like their own daughter, now putting you to rest had affected them more than they had expected.

Lo’ak touches your face, this would be the last time he was able to do it. He swallows, moving closer to you as he turns your head towards him, pressing one final kiss to your forehead, tears fully streaming down his face.

Jake and Neytiri looked at each other, as Lo’ak had finally let go of you, they slowly dived down. Lo’ak watches as your body slowly pushed and sunk down towards the sea anemone, claiming you as his arm absentmindedly reached out to you, wanting to pull you away from its embrace so he could hold you for as long as he can. Now he couldn’t.

He was stuck staring at the ground from where you were, as it completely enveloped you, no longer seeing you. He doesn’t remember that he needed to come up for air, only realizing that when Neteyam had carefully placed a hand on his shoulder, pointing upwards.

Lo’ak emerges from the surface, breathing heavily. A solemn look on his face as Neteyam looked at him. In an attempt to comfort his brother, he pulls him in a tight hug. Lo’ak broke down again as he had clung onto his brother.

Neteyam had also treated you like a sister he never had, he watched you get along with Lo’ak, he watched you be there for him when he couldn’t. Most importantly, he watched his brother fall in love with you as he had asked him to help in making some of the countless gifts he had given you when he was still courting you. He watched your love flourish. Seeing your death felt unreal to him, maybe it just hadn’t sinked in yet.

“Come on brother, we’ve got to go.” He whispers, rubbing his back. Lo’ak doesn’t respond, he only lets Neteyam drag him towards his ilu.

A few days had passed, and Lo’ak hadn’t slept, his family was beginning to get concerned for him. Neteyam was the only one Lo’ak let in. One night, Lo’ak had found himself staring off into the ocean, holding your anklet given by him.

Neteyam watched his brother, shaking his head with a sigh as he approached him. “Hey, baby bro.” He spoke. Lo’ak just nods, acknowledging his presence. Neteyam looks around before he nudges Lo’ak.

“Do you want to see her?”

Lo’ak did, he did want to see you, to hold you, to kiss you again, to tell you how much he was sorry and how much he loved you. He looks over at Neteyam. “(Y/N) was special to all of us, I know she was, especially to you, baby bro. I’m giving you a chance to go and see her, I’ll come with you, I don’t care if we get in trouble again, I’d do it if it helps you.”

Lo’ak swallowed, before he found himself nodding.

Neteyam carefully called over their ilus, watching if anyone was still awake. Then they both had rode out into the night.

The trip took a few good minutes. As they arrived, Neteyam and Lo’ak were still on the surface when Neteyam places a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going down with you, I don’t want to see you drowning now.” He softly smiles at Lo’ak, Lo’ak finally cracks a small smile before they dive down.

Lo’ak stops in front of one of the Spirit Tree’s leaves. Neteyam just behind him to watch him. Lo’ak looks back at him to see his brother.

‘I’m right here, don’t worry’ Neteyam signed towards him. Lo’ak nods, facing in front again, holding out his queue. Then he slowly attaches it, feeling the overwhelming feeling of lightness, absolute peace.

Thus, he closes his eyes.

Opening his eyes, Lo’ak was transported back to the forest, he looks around, reminiscing his old home. He smiles, feeling truly at peace when that wasn’t all that he noticed. It was night, the bioluminescence of the Pandora forest glowed around him.

Then he heard it. Laughter. Your laugh. He turns around, heart spiking at just how beautiful and… alive you looked. You played with a kenten, laughing. A smile immediately appears on his face. Then your attention finally turns to him. Your eyes held love, adoration, and it was bright. He could see you blush.

“Hi.” You greeted. Lo’ak was caught up in the moment, only responding when you tilt your head at him. “Hey…” He spoke, his voice was much calmer than he expected it to be. Then he hears your laugh again, much closer this time as you approached him, holding his hands and pulling him to sit down across from you.

Then that’s when it hit him. This. This part of the forest was your spot. This was also the spot where he had confessed his love for you, and it was also the night you reciprocated his feelings.

“Talk to me, you’re being silent again, what’s troubling you?” You smiled at him, tilting your head as you were stroking his hands. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, he was too busy looking at you. Like as if you were still truly here with him. “I-“ He started but he breathed out.

You frowned, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay? Why are you crying, ma tìyawn?”

Lo’ak didn’t even notice the warm tears rolling down his face as you wiped them away with your thumb.

He frowns for a moment, then he looks up at the sky, wishing the Great Mother to give your spirit peace, hoping that you’ll finally get to rest with the Great Mother, and that you were guiding him from above.

He looks back down at you, and he smiles.

You smile back at him, confused at his sudden change of expression while you wipe away at his tears, cupping his cheeks.

“I guess… I’m just happy to see you.” He said honestly. You laugh, rolling your eyes as you looked at him.

“You see me every day, skxawng! But sure, I’m happy to see you too!” You played along and he could feel himself smile widely, more genuine this time.

However, only guilt and regret knocked on the back of his mind as he wished he could witness you say it this time in person, which reality struck him as this was something he’ll never get to have again.

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wqterlillypdfs · 2 years ago

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cut me deep, leave me scarred

pairing: lo'ak x fem!omaticaya!reader

summary: what happens when your mate Lo'ak runs head first into battle, disobeying direct orders and almost gets himself killed? OR an au where Lo'ak was the one who almost died in place of Neteyam during the RDA raid in the first act of the film

word count: 1.6k

warnings: descriptions of blood and bruises as well as other injuries. talks about death and losing a loved one. lo'ak and reader are aged up (20 years old). one use of y/n. kinda just angst/hurt-comfort + fluff, i really don't know what this categorises as 😭

a/n: i honestly don't know if this is any good but i had so much fun writing it! i hope you all enjoy <3 also this is not super edited.

Another day, another war party. Or at least that’s how Jake liked to put it.

It had been months since the Sky people returned to Pandora, and ever since, it felt like there was this grey weight hanging over everyone’s heads. Fear that maybe Jake couldn’t save them this time.

But now the Omaticaya were stronger than ever. Years of training and a full generation of new warriors meant for greater success. Well… that’s what you liked to tell yourself.

You gripped the handle on your Ikran’s saddle tighter as you scanned the ground. Sky people in big gunships invaded the sky, but you along with other warriors found no trouble shooting them down. For now, there seemed to be minimal threat - many of the Na'vi war party was on the ground, collecting gear and raiding boxes of supplies.

Lo’ak was meant to be here too, but you had lost him in the initial commotion of the battle. You tried not to plague your mind with anxious thoughts. There’s commotion on the ground to the left, and before you could react you heard a Na’vi imitate an intricate bird call. Your eyes immediately shot back up to the skyline, watching as a large gunship sped around a mountain, its big cannons lighting up.

You barely heard Jake’s cry to fall back before the ground was alight with fire from the explosion. Your eyes blew wide in shock, and you prayed to all things mighty that Lo’ak wasn’t down there.

The comms attached to your neck crackled and came to life, Neteyam’s voice filtered through your earpiece. “Lo’ak’s been hit.”

And your world came to a standstill.

“What!?”

Neteyam’s voice didn’t return, and you couldn’t wait for a response. Your ikran dove right onto the battlefield. You immediately slid off running through the debris on the ground searching desperately for your mate.

Fuck.

He was nowhere to be seen, nor was Neteyam or Jake.

You put two fingers on your com, “Where are you guys? Is Lo’ak okay?”

But your question was answered before the response even came. Lo’ak’s still body lay on the ground, you felt your heart drop. Neteyam was beginning to help him off the ground.

Immediately you were by their side, you ducked into Lo’ak’s line of sight, placing your hands on his body to check for any serious damage, “yawnetu,” you said, voice riddled with worry, “are you okay?”

His body was littered in cuts, but luckily none looked too deep. Still, he was bleeding and the sight made your stomach drop.

Lo’ak’s eyes were glazed with exhaustion and he looked like he might’ve toppled over at any minute. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could, Jake’s worried tone interrupted.

“Lo’ak? What the hell were you thinking?”

You heard Lo’ak’s deep groan in response to the lecture he was about to receive, and you stepped in immediately. “Ma Jake, he is hurt. Let me take him back. Please?”

Jake’s eyes flicked between you and Lo’ak, then back to Neteyam. There was no time for an argument, most of the Na’vi had begun to flee the battle site, and it would only be a matter of time before the second round of gunships arrived.

“Fine, but hurry.”

You nodded your head curtly as you slung one of Lo’ak’s arms around your shoulder and helped walk him back to his Ikran. “Can you ride?” You asked, trying to suppress the worried tone that was so desperately creeping out of your throat.

He coughed and nodded, “yeah.”

“That’s a no.”

You helped Lo’ak onto your own Ikran before climbing on yourself, his body was pressed against your back, strong arms latched around your waist as he clung onto you. You tried to ignore the feeling of his blood on your skin. Worrying now would not get you anywhere.

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

The ride back to High Camp felt like hours and when the mountains finally came into sight you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Are you okay?” You asked Lo’ak, partly to make sure he was actually okay, and partly to ease your heart with his voice.

“Never better.”

You could basically see the stupid grin on his face in your mind's eye.

When your ikran finally touched the cold stone grounds of High Camp, you made haste in helping Lo’ak off his ikran. He seemed to be able to walk better now, not needing your help as much. The second his eyes set on his father though, Lo’ak straightened his back and his gaze flitted to the ground.

Neteyam along with his mother Neytiri were quick to dismount their ikran as well.

Neteyam stood beside both of you, but before he could even try to get Lo’ak out of his inevitable trouble, Jake flicked his hand and dismissed him immediately. Right now, Jake looked like someone who did not want to be disobeyed.

“This isn’t new,” Jake began, his voice tight and stern as he set his gaze upon Lo’ak. “You’ve flown these missions before. You’re not a child.”

Lo’ak mumbled out a yes sir, but his words were immediately overshadowed as Jake continued his lecture. “I let you fly the mission, and you disobey direct orders! Your job was to keep an eye out for enemies, from a distance.”

“Jake-” You tried to reason with your father-in-law, but there was minimal use.

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed. What would become of (y/n) if that happened? Did you even think about your family?”

You flinch at the impact of Jake’s words, they’re not even directed at you but you know they’d cut Lo’ak deep. You held onto his upper arm softly.

“Jake,” This time Neytiri tried to reason with her husband. “Your son is actually bleeding.”

At her words Jake faltered, you could see his stern gaze softening. He let out a harshly disappointing sigh. “Dismissed, don’t do this again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I mean it, Lo’ak.”

Lo’ak did nothing but nod. This whole time, his eyes were glued strictly to the ground, only looking at his father momentarily.

“Come,” you ushered him when Jake finally left, “let’s get you fixed.”

• ᣞ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ♡⃝ ˳ ꒪ ۫ ⁎ ᣞ

You didn’t want to be angry at Lo’ak, especially not after the lecture Jake had put him through but you couldn’t help it. Lo’ak had put himself in danger’s way. Again.

He had been stupid and brash just like he always was and it had scared you. When you saw his weak body covered in cuts and bruises, for a second you thought you’d really lost him. You couldn’t help the involuntary vexation that bubbled up.

Lo’ak sat in front of you, his legs crossed while you knelt behind him. You ran a washcloth through a basin filled with warm water and brought the soft cloth up to swab at his bruised back. The bruises had already turned from red to a deep purple and there were more cuts than you could count.

Lo’ak lets out a low hiss when you pressed too hard at one of his cuts. “You’re upset.” He concluded from your actions.

“Yes.” You reply, your face holds no expression, but your tone carries the weight of your words.

“I didn’t mean to-” Lo’ak began to reason with you, but was quickly cut off by your words.

“Lo’ak, what were you thinking,” You hissed, quiet but stern.

“I was just trying to help out.” He tried again, words mumbled softly. Like if he raised his tone even an octave higher he’d set off something angry within you.

“You were reckless, Lo’ak.” You hesitated for a second before you said your next words. "You could’ve died.”

Lo’ak paused for a moment at your words, turning them over and around in his head. “You need to think before you do.” You said as you smacked your palm against his forehead, enough that you got your message across but not to hurt him. “This isn’t just you anymore, Lo’ak. It’s your family. It’s us.”

You heard him sigh heavily as he rubbed his forehead. He huffed. “I don’t need you to lecture me too.”

“I am not lecturing you Lo’ak. I am not your father.” You sighed deeply, running the washcloth into the bowl of water. “I just wish you would think about the consequences of your actions more.”

There’s another long pause at your words.

You took one side of Lo’ak’s face in your hands, turning him so he’s facing you. “I am scared.”

And while you might not have known it, his heart shattered into a million pieces.

“I never want to feel the same way I did when I saw you like that. Lo’ak, I really did think I lost you.”

The image of Lo’ak’s body littered in scratches and bloody wounds flashed through your thoughts again. You shook it out of your head as quickly as it came.

Lo’ak had always been one to struggle with conveying any emotion that wasn’t fiery hot. So when he saw your saddened face, he couldn’t find the right words to express his distress. You however, his mate of almost two years, could tell just from the look in his eyes that he was more than sorry.

The pad of your thumb smoothed over his cheek. His mouth opened, he wanted to say something - express his sorry through a string of apologies, but you were quick to cut him off. You pressed your lips to his. Gently, tenderly. Lo’ak wouldn’t dare pull away from your delicate touch, he wrapped an arm around your lower back to pull you closer to him. Your hands still held his face even when you parted your lips from his, his electric yellow eyes swam with more emotions than you could’ve unravelled.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, as you rested your forehead carefully against his.

You hummed, sighed and accepted his apology. “I know.”

“I’ll be better.” I promise.

“I know.”

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