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Emrey— Survive || OC & Sully Family

Chapter 11: Welcome Back Colonel

Summary:

The story about love and family, about beginning and end, about life and death. All shown equally and unfairly, for that is the way it was intended.

Follow the story of the Sully Family as they journey across the seas, seeking sanctuary, only to find war and death.

But they emrey— survive, because their family is their fortress.

words: 8.2k

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12

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The day had finally arrived, the culmination of their anticipation and anxious suspense. The team had been waiting for this moment, knowing that it would be a pivotal turning point in their lives. As they gathered in the cold room, dressed in identical hospital gowns, the atmosphere was thick with nervous energy.

Brown, the first to be called, tried to conceal his trembling hands by clenching them tightly. The technicians guided him to a separate room where his Avatar awaited, prepared to receive his consciousness. The rest of the team watched a mixture of worry and hope in their eyes. Mansk, known for his stoicism, broke his usual demeanour and placed a comforting hand on Brown's shoulder, a sympathetic smile tugging at his lips.

With a nod of determination, and then he was off.

The remaining team members sat in silence, their collective thoughts consumed by a cascade of uncertainties. What would the experience be like? Would they hear their comrade cry out in pain? How would it feel to have their consciousness transferred? Would there be any pain involved? Would they be aware of the process or would they simply awaken in a new body, forever disconnected from their original self? The weight of these questions and the countless possibilities of what could go wrong loomed over them, casting a shadow of fear and doubt.

They were embarking on an uncharted path, diving headfirst into the depths of the unknown, and the sheer magnitude of the moment had them trembling.

What had felt like forever had passed, before Brown came back, all tall and blue and relieved. The team collectively exhaled, a wave of tension dissipating. Ja and Lopez stood up, their hands clasping, and chuckles escaped their lips. Even Lopez managed to crack an unexpectedly funny joke, breaking the tense atmosphere and allowing a moment of levity to wash over the room. It was a welcome respite after the intensity they had just experienced.

The scientist holding a clipboard called out, "Fike, Sean?"

Sean rose from his seat with a sigh, projecting a false confidence as he walked across the room. He glanced over his shoulder, exchanging a nod with his teammates, bidding them a temporary farewell as he prepared to take the plunge into the unknown.

And so, one by one, they were summoned, each team member strutting forward with an air of feigned confidence and cocky smiles. The room became a revolving door of anticipation and departure.

Ja, Brady.

Brady stood with an air of self-assuredness, striding forward as if he were walking the red carpet, a hint of a grin playing on his lips.

Lopez, Aaron.

Following in Brady's footsteps, Aaron exuded bravado, his departure mirroring that of his comrade. When he returned, his arms raised triumphantly, a silent celebration of a successful transition.

Mansk, Malakai.

True to his stoic nature, Malakai silently followed the scientist, his gaze fixed forward without a backward glance. Before leaving, he handed his sunglasses to Zhang, a gesture that felt like a farewell. Upon his return, Zhang returned the sunglasses, but his shoulders slumped, the weight of the moment settling upon him.

Prager, Colin.

With a wink and a cheeky smile, Colin left the room, exuding playful confidence. When he came back, that same smile remained, radiating a sense of accomplishment.

Wainfleet, Lyle.

Lyle didn't save them any fanfare, striding across the room and disappearing behind the double doors without any look back. He came back the same way, silent and guarded.

Walker, Amara.

Amara hesitated, her lip caught between her teeth, while Aaron urged her forward, his giant blue hand resting on her back, gently pushing her from her seat. When she emerged after the procedure, her shoulders slumped with relief, and she shared a smile of gratitude with Aaron, offering a nod in acknowledgment.

Warren, Garret.

As Garret left the room, the team's attention was drawn to the absence of Brady. Worried glances were exchanged, hushed whispers speculating on his whereabouts. No one had the answer to the question that hung in the air: Where was Brady? Garret returned to a room filled with low murmurs, everyone bombarding him with inquiries about Brady. Regrettably, he had no information to provide.

Zhang, Erik.

Erik remained seated, his eyes glazed over as he stared intently at the closed double doors. Unaware of the scientist calling his name, Erik seemed lost in his thoughts. Finally, the scientist approached him, clicking their fingers in front of his face, snapping him out of his trance. Guided by the scientist's touch on his shoulder, Erik followed them through the dreaded double doors.

Zdinarsk, Nadia.

With a confident sway of her hips, Nadia sashayed out, exuding assurance in every step. She knew she would return; she was determined to ensure it.

Once all the team members had embarked on their individual journeys, they found themselves reunited in the room, their eyes fixated on the double doors. Each member had entered, but only ten had emerged.

The absence of Brady remained an unsettling presence, a lingering void that couldn't be ignored. The team's suspicions were confirmed when a different scientist emerged from the double doors, their expression sombre and laden with sorrow. Without uttering a word, they conveyed the news that had been silently expected by everyone.

Brady didn't make it.

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The machinery whirred and clanked incessantly in the vast expanse of the giant warehouse, tirelessly toiling away on ships, mech suites, and the skeletal beginnings of colossal structures. The resounding echoes of human voices reverberated through the air, intermingling with the clamour of the machinery. Amidst the cacophony, the humans shouted over the noise, their voices filled with authority, lighthearted banter, and laughter as if their purpose in life was to navigate this bustling realm of industry. Quaritch, his eyes wide with awe, surveyed his surroundings, his admiration concealed beneath a veil of secrecy. He marvelled at the unwavering pace they maintained, acutely aware that during his human days, the RDA had never progressed with such remarkable swiftness.

A human Private approached, jogging briskly to keep up with the Recombinant Colonel and his Corporal, their long strides propelling them forward. "Sir, this is the General," the Private announced, panting slightly as he relayed the message.

Drawing closer, they encountered General Ardmore engrossed in a relentless assault on a punching bag, her skel suit enhancing her blows and kicks. Quaritch respectfully approached General Ardmore and saluted her, his voice resonating with admiration as he maintained a forward gaze.

"General Ardmore," Quaritch greeted, his voice laced with respect and admiration.

"Welcome back, Colonel. Good to finally meet you in person," the General greeted, sticking out the hand of her skel suit, grasping the large blue hand of the Colonel, giving a firm shake. She nodded at Lyle in acknowledgement, having already met on several occasions where she had updated him on the Colonel's progress, and Lyle did the same, reporting to the General about the progress his team was making on the handling of their Avatars. He returned the gesture, chewing on the gum he had swiped from Z-Dog, blowing a bubble before it popped, sharp and loud, loud enough to be heard over the noise of construction around them.

"Glad to be back," said Quaritch in lieu of a greeting, eyes looking curiously around him. "Quite the set-up you have here, General."

A prideful smirk appeared on Ardmore's face as she turned to observe the construction site. "Right you are, Colonel. I'm quite proud of it myself."

The Colonel nodded, running his tongue over his newly acquired sharp incisors, still adjusting to their presence. He spoke cautiously, mindful of avoiding unintentional bites to his tongue or cheek. "I've heard good things, but a lot has changed since your last tour here. Walk with me," Ardmore instructed, waving her hand to signal Quaritch and Wainfleet to follow.

Exiting the oxygenized hangar, they ventured into the expansive construction yard. There, the General showcased an array of swarm assemblers diligently at work. These robotic, spider-like machines scaled the skeletal structures of colossal buildings, pointing upward to display their remarkable progress. Ardmore elaborated, her voice resonating with pride, "The new ops centre is over here. It just came online." She waved her hand at a pair of passing assemblers and continued, "These are swarm assemblers. They can put up a building in six days. We have accomplished more here in a year than in the previous 30 years."

As they departed from the bustling construction yard, the workers paused their tasks to offer salutes to the passing General. Ardmore emphasised, "We're not here to run a mine, Colonel. As On-World Commander, I have been charged with a greater mission."

Entering an aircraft hangar, they beheld massive airships being intricately 3D printed by equally enormous machines. The swarm assemblers scurried along the outside, welding the disparate pieces together. Walking along a suspended metal walkway, Quaritch peered over the edge, observing the diligent work of the diminutive spider bots. He redirected his attention towards the General, who had somehow procured a cup of coffee. Ardmore took a sip, her demeanour solemn, as she spoke with conviction, "Earth is dying. Our task here is to tame this frontier. Nothing less than to make Pandora the new home for humanity. But before we can do that, we need to pacify the hostiles."She took another sip of her coffee, her tone resolute.

Pressing forward, the General continued to guide them, unveiling the new and upcoming facilities that were still in the process of being finalised. Quaritch effortlessly matched the General's pace, the skel suit granting her elongated strides and allowing him to maintain eye contact without the need to glance downwards as he did with the other humans.

Moving to the admin area, not far away from where Lyle had gotten the order to take Quaritch out on a field test a few days prior. They were surrounded by holographic screens, each displaying footage from previous raids done by the native Na’vi clans. Quaritch stood in front of one, watching as several warriors surrounded a burning train, their spears held high as the road away on their six-legged mounts, no doubt hollering in their victory.

Turning towards Quaritch, Ardmore locked eyes with him, her gaze unwavering and stoic. "You, Colonel, have also been tasked with a new mission," she declared, her voice carrying a sense of gravity. "You are to locate and capture the leader of the Na'vi rebellion, Jake Sully. He is to be brought back to Bridgehead City alive, and I won't have him as anything but."

Quaritch nodded, his mind already working on devising a strategy to apprehend the elusive traitor. "Sully has been orchestrating these attacks for quite some time now, launching periodic strikes against us. Thus far, we have been unable to discern a discernible pattern in the attacks. In fact, most of them seem random. However, we recently discovered that they have been targeting our supply shipments, seizing whatever they can."

"Sully's raids have grown bolder and more frequent. His strikes exhibit meticulous planning," Ardmore interjected, joining Quaritch in front of the display. She then gestured toward another screen, showcasing a human soldier impaled by an impossibly long arrow through the windshield of his airship. "He's got tight coordination between his ground and air assets."

Leaving the display behind, Ardmore approached a terminal desk where soldiers handled the footage displayed on several grouped holographic screens. Quaritch followed closely, listening to their conversation.

"His forces are hitting our outlying sites, mining operations, and pipelines, effectively cutting off our supply chain," Ardmore elucidated, pointing at a display showing warriors revelling amidst the wreckage of a burning and derailed train. A human soldier chimed in, "They attacked a maglev transport just last week," magnifying the footage to show warriors distributing weapons from a derailed cargo train.

Quaritch redirected his focus towards Ardmore. "Any intel on Sully's base of operations?" he inquired, exhaling through his exo-pack.

"Yes," Ardmore affirmed, her nod indicating assurance. She signalled to a soldier, instructing them, "Give me the mountains." Swiftly, the soldier presented a 3D holographic map of the floating mountain range, and Ardmore guided them through it, explaining, "It's a cave system in the Hallelujah Mountains, somewhere."

Quaritch studied the displayed mountains, somewhere in the back of his mind, there was something nagging at him, something that told him he had seen this before. He pushed it away, chalking it up to his human memories trying to resurface. 

"But every time we send our forces up there, we take losses. Our hardware really stirs up the hornet's nest," Ardmore continued, pointing to a display showing a swarm of flying beasts striking down a fleet of airships. "We only get 10 minutes in enemy airspace; they are all over us."

Directing her gaze squarely at Quaritch, Ardmore addressed him. "Colonel, we believe your Blue Team will be perceived as indigenous and will not trigger the immune response."

Drawing a deep breath from his exo-pack, Quaritch responded resolutely, "And how might we test that hypothesis, General?"

"The hard way," Ardmore said, her head nodding as if she felt a touch of sadness for them.

"Outstanding," Quaritch replied, a false smirk gracing his face, concealing the concern gnawing at the depths of his mind.

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The carrier rumbled beneath their feet, its vibrations reverberating through the metallic walls of the vessel as Quaritch stood at the front, addressing his team. The low hum of engines and the faint scent of fuel filled the air, creating a backdrop of anticipation and determination.

"We are not in Kansas anymore. We are in Pandora," Quaritch declared, his voice resolute. He glanced around at his team, ensuring that they were all paying attention.

The soldiers, disciplined and focused, quickly found their positions, adjusting gear and weaponry in preparation for the upcoming mission. The metallic clinks and shuffling sounds merged with the subtle murmurs of conversations, creating a symphony of readiness.

"Now, I know you're all askin' yourselves the same question," Quaritch continued, his gaze sweeping across his team. He paused, allowing a pregnant silence to settle in, heightening the suspense before he spoke again.

"Why so blue?" he asked with a sly grin, his arms outstretched, showcasing his own transformed appearance. The tension that had loomed in the air was momentarily shattered as laughter erupted from the team, a chorus of mirth that echoed through the chamber. It was a brief but necessary moment of camaraderie, a respite amidst the weight of their shared predicament.

Quaritch, observing the scene with a stern countenance, allowed himself a slight crack of a smile before his expression shifted to a more serious tone. He looked at the team, trying not to notice that they were one short. 

"For our sins in our past lives, we have been brought back in the form of our enemy," Quaritch explained, his voice taking on a solemn timbre. He struggled to keep his gaze from lingering on the empty space where Ja should have stood, silently vowing to carry the burden of his comrade's death until their mission was fulfilled. Memories of Ja's tenacity, his occasional vexation, and his unwavering loyalty flashed through Quaritch's mind, a bittersweet reminiscence that added fuel to his determination.

"That gives us their size, their strength, their speed," Quaritch continued, his words laced with palpable intensity. His piercing gaze locked with each team member, silently urging them to embrace the immense power that now surged through their veins.

"And with our training, that's a pretty potent mix," Quaritch concluded, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. They were a formidable force, ready to face any challenge that awaited them on Pandora.

Fike, leaning forward in his seat, rested his elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on his commander with a mix of curiosity and unwavering determination. He yearned for a chance to prove himself in this new form, to demonstrate his worth to the team and their mission.

"Do we have a mission yet?" Fike asked, his voice filled with eager anticipation. The spark in his eyes mirrored the collective hunger for purpose that simmered within the team.

Quaritch regarded Fike, taking in the changes in his appearance that mirrored his own. The familiarity mixed with the unsettling sensation of seeing a different face. He nodded in response to Fike's question, his gaze unwavering.

"Indeed we do," Quaritch confirmed, his voice resonating with authority. "Our mission is to hunt down and kill the leader of the Na'vi insurgency. The one they call Toruk Makto," he announced, his pronunciation of the alien title far from accurate, sounding nothing like the audio he was forced to listen to on the way down to the planet. He shrugged off the imperfection, knowing that it held little significance to him.

"Jake Sully," Quaritch added, emphasising the name of their target. The team's reaction was immediate and fervent, a chorus of cheers resonating throughout the carrier. They were united in their shared objective, eager to bring down that traitor as much as the Colonel was. The betrayal from one of his most trusted corporals still sat heavy in his mind. Distant memories of a wheelchair-bound soldier with fiery determination and stubbornness that rivalled his own. They were foggy and glossed over, not entirely his own and yet solely belonged to him. It was strange.

As the cheers subsided, Quaritch allowed a moment of silence to hang in the air, a pregnant pause pregnant with unspoken purpose. His eyes scanned the resolute faces before him, a mixture of pride and confidence swelling within his chest. They were not merely soldiers; they were an unstoppable force, a brotherhood forged by shared trials and an unyielding commitment to their mission. Together, they would face any challenge, surmount any obstacle, and fulfil their duty, regardless of the price they had to pay.

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The team touched down in a clearing, jogging off the ramp of the carrier, spreading out as they readied their weapons. When the carrier took back off, the sounds of the spinning blades were replaced with the sounds of nature. As soon as the last person disembarked, the carrier took off, leaving the team at the hands of the Pandoran jungles. After a quick moment of silent deliberation, the Colonel pointed west, not waiting for the rest as he began to move.

The team followed after him, their footsteps were measured and cautious. The tension in the air was palpable as they remained on high alert, their senses attuned to any potential danger lurking in the dense foliage around them. 

Quaritch and Wainfleet were at the head, clearing the makeshift path. The rest of the team trailed behind in a similar fashion as to when the Colonel had been taken on his first field op as a Recombinant operator. Weapons held at the ready, turning in slow circles as they surveyed their surroundings. 

As they advanced deeper into the heart of the jungle, the sounds of nature grew louder and more vibrant. The chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the distant roar of unseen creatures filled the air, gradually replacing the fading echoes of the carrier's spinning blades. As they marched, their path became more treacherous, with vines and roots entangling their feet and hindering their progress. Yet, they persevered, their determination unyielding. Each member of the team maintained their position, maintaining a careful distance from one another while keeping their weapons at the ready.

Suddenly, an eerie stillness fell upon the jungle. It was as if the very essence of nature was holding its breath. Colin's instincts kicked into high gear, and he swiftly brought up his AR, ready to engage any threat that might present itself.

But before he could react, two creatures emerged from the dense underbrush, their deep blue, leathery skin glistening in the dappled sunlight. Their piercing eyes locked onto the team, and a low growl rumbled from their throats.

Colin's heart skipped a beat, his finger poised on the trigger, awaiting orders from Quaritch. But the Colonel remained silent, his gaze fixed upon the creatures, assessing the situation.

Z-Dog, who stood closest to the creatures, couldn't suppress a gasp of surprise, her grip on her weapon tightening instinctively. The tension in the air grew thicker as everyone held their breath, awaiting Quaritch's command.

"Hold, hold," Quaritch breathed, his voice barely audible but carrying the weight of authority. The team stood frozen, their eyes locked with the fearsome creatures, their muscles coiled, ready to react at a moment's notice.

In a swift and fluid motion, the creatures emitted a deep, rumbling sound, and with one powerful leap, they vanished into the wilderness, leaving the team in stunned silence.

Quaritch slowly lowered his weapon, a signal for the team to continue their mission. Colin let out a heavy sigh, his heart still racing from the rush of adrenaline. He fell in line behind Zhang, his focus renewed as they pushed forward.

Z-Dog broke the silence with a scoff, her voice tinged with relief. "No shit," she murmured, a shared understanding passing between her and Mansk as they trailed behind the Colonel, their spirits unbroken despite the encounter.

The team moved cautiously through the dense forest, their assault rifles held at the ready. They approached an old shack, its decrepit exterior overrun by weeds and entangled vines. One of the windows had been shattered, leaving broken shards in the rusted frame.

Z-Dog, her gun held high, took the lead and surveyed the dilapidated structure, walking up to the missing window. Wainfleet cautioned her, "Watch your six."

Peering into the shack through the broken window, Z-Dog observed the dark and dirt-filled interior. She confirmed, "Clear."

Quaritch made his way towards an old mech suit, its metallic form concealed beneath creeping vines and layers of dirt. "Perimeter up," he called out to the team.

Crouching beside the suit, Quaritch pushed his rifle behind him and cleared away the foliage, revealing a painted emblem of white stars on a blue crest. His name was printed beneath it. Standing up, he turned his attention to the suit's cockpit, resting his hands on the edge. Wainfleet joined him, looking over his shoulder.

"Damn," Wainfleet commented, his eyes fixated on the skeletal corpse within the cockpit.

Quaritch tore his gaze away from his former body, noticing the long arrows embedded in the corpse's chest. The vibrant green and yellow fletchings were as vivid as he remembered, though he couldn't discern the reason behind their presence.

A surge of phantom fear coursed through Quaritch as he gently pinched the arrow's shaft between his fingers, rotating it to examine the fletchings more closely.

Meanwhile, Z-Dog opened the creaking door of the shack, drawing the attention of Quaritch and Wainfleet. They watched as she continued her search inside.

Crouching in front of an old Avatar Driver capsule, Z-Dog noted its striking resemblance to the ones she had seen at Bridgehead, albeit this one being an older model. A massive dent marred its lid. Curiosity piqued, she lifted the lid and peered inside. The memory foam padding within had deteriorated, its surface far from the soft and plush appearance it once had during its use.

Stepping away from Z-Dog, Quaritch turned back to the scattered team members standing watch around the clearing. Addressing Lyle, he pointed towards the old mech suit. "Lyle, see if you can pull some data off that dash cam."

Wainfleet chuckled, remarking, "That thing's deader than shit, Colonel," as he approached the suit.

"So were we," Quaritch retorted.

"Alright," Wainfleet's fingers danced across the screen of the tablet as he worked swiftly to retrieve any available data from the motionless mech suit's dash cam. The tension in the air was palpable as the squad awaited his findings.

Warren spoke up, breaking the silence. "Sir, we've got movement."

Quaritch turned his attention, scanning the surrounding brush for any signs of activity. He made a quick decision. "Take Walker and whoever else. Check it out, call in if you find something."

"Yessir," Warren nodded, signalling Walker to follow him. More than half of the squad joined them as they set off to investigate the source of the movement.

The group moved through the dense foliage, their senses heightened, and fingers resting lightly on their triggers. They were prepared for any encounter that awaited them.

As the search group reached a hidden spot behind some shrubbery, they observed a group of Na'vi children, including a human boy among them. The children must have been watching the team as they searched the shack and realised what kind of trouble they were in and decided to quietly leave, but they weren't quiet enough. The tension grew even thicker as they watched the children. 

A young Na'vi girl called back to the group, "Tsar stum txon'ong, mi za'u!" and ran ahead. (“It’s almost sunset, come on!”)

Walker seized the opportunity, jumping out from behind the bushes, and grabbing the young girl. She shrieked and thrashed in the soldier's hold, clearly frightened.

An older Na'vi girl shouted, "Tuk!"

Reacting swiftly, the human boy pulled out a bow from behind him and aimed an arrow at Walker, snarling in an uncanny manner. Another Na'vi girl unsheathed a dagger, holding it out in front of her in a defensive posture.

The older girl shouted, "Rä'ä! Kehe!" (“Don’t! No!”)

In response, a Na'vi boy readied his own bow, aiming it at Warren as he emerged from the bushes, closely followed by the rest of the squad, their guns were drawn.

Z-Dog took charge, her voice commanding. "Put it down!" She flicked off the safety of her AR.

Prager followed suit, echoing her command. "Down!"

The team encircled the children, their guns pointing directly at them, a clear display of their authority.

Lopez added to the demands, his voice firm. "Put it down, or I'll shoot!"

"Drop it! Right now!" 

The human boy continued to snarl, seemingly unable to comprehend their words. His teeth were bared, and his eyes burned with anger.

"Do not move! Put your hands up!" Warren commanded, his voice filled with authority as he aimed his rifle at the Na'vi boy's head.

The boy dropped his bow to the ground, raising his hands in surrender. He turned to the human boy, trying to convey the message that they needed to comply.

"Keyn. Keyn," he said, turning to the girl with the raised dagger and slowly inching closer to her. (“Put it down. Put it down.”)

Fike joined the tense standoff, his voice was stern. "Hands up!"

The group froze, their eyes darting nervously between the armed soldiers and Fike, who had just arrived on the scene. Fike was a seasoned soldier, his presence commanding respect and fear. He scanned the area, assessing the situation with a sharp gaze.

The older Na'vi girl, her face etched with worry, mustered the courage to speak up, her voice barely a whisper. "Spider. Down."

The human boy, who had been aiming his bow at the soldiers, dropped it to his side. He turned back to the girl, his face contorted with anger, and gave her a harsh glare. His frustration was evident, but before he could voice his thoughts, the group was suddenly rushed by the soldiers.

Fike wasted no time. "Get 'em! Get 'em!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. The soldiers swarmed the children, grabbing them by their hair and clutching their thick braids tightly. The children were forced to their knees, their faces filled with anguish and fear.

"Get over here! Come on!" one soldier barked, his grip on the Na'vi girl's braid tightening, causing her to wince in pain.

Brown intervened, attempting to assert control over the situation. "Stop fighting," he ordered, his voice laced with authority. He kicked the back of the older girl's knee, causing her legs to buckle under her. As he did so, he tightly gripped her braid, adding to her discomfort. She let out a grunt of pain.

The human boy's eyes burning with anger and defiance, snarled in response. He struggled against Lopez's hold, his hand swiping dangerously close to the soldier's eyes. The tension in the air was palpable, each side unwilling to back down.

Fike called out to his fellow soldiers, "Check 'em for weapons!" He brought his hand up to press two fingers to his neckpiece, activating his comm device. "Sir, we've got something you'd wanna see," he said into the comm, a sense of urgency in his voice.

Meanwhile, the youngest Na'vi girl, her teary eyes fixated on the Na'vi girl with pale blue skin, "Ri'te..." she whimpered softly. She reached out her hand, a desperate plea for comfort and reassurance.

The other girl, displaying strength amidst the chaos, responded in their native language. " Mawey, Tuk, tsal fra'u's tam, oe pänutìng ," she murmured, her words sounding reassuring, like she was making a promise. (“Be calm, Tuk, everything’s okay, I promise.”)

“Shut up, don’t move.”

Quaritch's words hung heavy in the air, filling the tense silence with a foreboding atmosphere. The girl, held tightly by Warren, continued to struggle, her grunts and gasps growing more desperate as Quaritch approached. With each harsh tug on her braid, she winced and whimpered, urged to stay still.

Quaritch made his way between the captive children, his tail swished behind him, an unsettling display of his predatory nature. His finger idly tapped against his rifle, face lost in contemplation as he surveyed the scene before him. His eyes fell upon the girl, with her peculiar pale blue skin and a thick twisting scar on her thigh. A strange fascination welled up inside the man, intrigued by this unique sight.

“What have we here? Didn’t know they came in this color.”

His comment about the girl escaped his lips casually, his rifle playfully aimed in her direction. His soldiers, obediently following his lead, responded with laughter. Yet, what caught him off guard was the unexpected snort from the older Na'vi girl, it was cruel and so was the look she was giving to the other girl.

Turning his attention to the human boy, Quaritch's face reflected a mixture of thoughtfulness and confusion. Something about the boy stirred a distant memory within him, but he struggled to pinpoint the source. Pushing his rifle behind him, he pivoted away from the boy, his mind consumed by the elusive connection.

“Txìng peyä nì'awtu!” (“Leave her alone!”)

Interrupting his thoughts, the Na'vi boy voiced his frustration, defiantly pulling against his captor. Wainfleet had stepped forward, gripping the older girl's hand and displaying it to the Colonel with a pleased smirk. 

“Hey, Colonel, check it out. Four fingers. We got ourselves a half-breed.”

Quaritch's gaze scrutinised the girl, taking in her furred eyebrows, green eyes and a more human-like nose that stirred something in the back of his mind. Unbeknownst to anyone around him, a storm of anger and dread churned deep within the Colonel's chest, prompted by an elusive memory that resurfaced. It was a sensation he couldn't shake off, an unwelcome reminder of a past he didn’t know if he wanted to believe was his.

“You. Show me your fingers.” the Colonel turns to the Na'vi boy.

The boy's green eyes and furred eyebrows mirrored his own, causing a flicker of recognition within Quaritch's mind. The boy side-eyed him for a moment before he brought his hands up, flipping the Colonel off as he tilted his head in a rebellious way. The Colonel chuckled, looking into the boy's eyes.

Quaritch's grin grew predatory, his amusement morphing into something more sinister. With a chilling tone, he said “Well, hello again. Didn’t think we’d see you again, little watcher.” The boy's face paled at the Colonel's words, a realisation dawning upon him. The fear that etched itself onto the boy's face only served to widen Quaritch's grin, relishing in the power he held over them both.

"You're his, aren't you?"

The boy gave a guttural hiss in return, his tail sweeping furiously behind him, displaying his agitation and defiance.

Quaritch's smirk persisted on his face as he confirmed, "You're his, all right."

Without hesitation, Quaritch seized the boy from his captive, clutching his braid tightly, causing the boy to grunt in pain. Fueled by his instincts, the boy opened his mouth wide, baring his teeth as he attempted to sink them into the Colonel's arm.

"Lo'ak, rä'ä. Don't!" the human boy pleaded desperately. (“Lo’ak, don’t. Don’t!”)

Lo'ak, as the human boy called him, promptly closed his mouth, fixing a resentful glare upon the Colonel as the man forced him to his knees.

Quaritch demanded, "Where is he?" He tugged on the boy's braid, expecting an answer that didn't come.

Lo'ak responded defiantly, "Ngaytxoa 'ìnglìsì… ne vonvä." expressing his refusal to speak in English. (“Sorry, I don't speak English… to assholes.”)

"Peseng ngeya sempul?" Quaritch bit back, shaking the boy in frustration. (“Where is your father?”)

The boy cried out in pain, but his snarl of resistance remained unyielding.

Meanwhile, the young Na'vi girl, witnessing the distressing scene, screamed and struggled against Walker, her little feet relentlessly kicking at the soldier's legs, attempting to intervene.

Quaritch's expression hardened as he contemplated his next move. With a cold determination, he retrieved his knife, pressing it against the vulnerable boy's neck, his voice dripping with a menacing tone.

"Really? You wanna play it this way?"

“Kehe! Rutxe!” (“No!" Please!”)

The tension in the clearing hung thickly in the air as the encounter unfolded. The older Na'vi girl, watched with wide eyes, her distress evident as she pleaded for the safety of the boy. Fike barked at her to be silent, his voice filled with hostility.

The situation took a sudden turn as Quaritch jerked Lo'ak away, making his way to the pleading girl. “Kiri, kehe! No! Stop!” the boy yelled, finally speaking English. (“Kiri, no! No! Stop!”)

"Hey! Hey, don't touch her!" the human boy shouted, his voice filled with rage as he fought against the hold on him, attempting to reach the girl he sought to protect. The human boy lashed out against his captor, struggling to break free and reach the distressed girl.

Lo'ak, still on his knees due to the grip on his braid, joined in the plea, his words filled with urgency. "Don't hurt her, please," he pleaded, his eyes locked with the Colonel.

Quaritch, intrigued by the human boy's display of compassion, turned his attention towards him. Crouching down in front of the boy, he questioned him with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. "And what's your name, kid?" he asked, his gaze searching the boy's face.

For a moment, the boy remained silent, his gaze unwavering as he stared back at Quaritch. There was an intensity in his eyes, as if he knew something the man didn’t. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady and calm. "Spider," he answered.

Quaritch was taken aback by the response, his expectations shattered. He had anticipated a snarl or a defiant response, but there was something different about this boy. Their eyes locked for a moment, Quaritch's head tilted slightly, mirroring the boy's own stance.

"Miles?" Quaritch uttered, hesitantly and bewildered. The name held significance to him, triggering a rush of memories that had long been buried.

Spider's response to the name was a venomous glare and a hiss, a clear indication of his distaste for it. In retaliation, the soldier holding him yanked on his hair, further fueling the tension in the air. The rest of the group watched in silence, their curiosity piqued by this unexpected revelation.

"You are, aren't you?" Quaritch muttered, his voice tinged with surprise. "You've got your mother's eyes, you know, bright and fierce." Memories resurfaced in Quaritch's mind, memories of a past he had tried to forget.

Spider remained silent, his glare unwavering, unaffected by the curious gazes of those around him. Quaritch's voice carried a mix of curiosity and disbelief as he inquired, "What are you even doing here, Miles?"

The response from Spider was cold and assertive, reflecting his resolve. "Nobody calls me that," he retorted.

Quaritch's surprise lingered, mingled with a sense of realisation. "Well, I'll be damned. It is you, ain't it? I thought they sent you back to Earth," he mused aloud, his mind grappling with the truth that had been uncovered.

Spider's confidence didn't waver. "You can't put babies in cryo, dipshit," he shot back, his voice laced with pride.

Quaritch, sighing heavily, seemed disappointed as he looked down at Spider, as if the young boy had somehow let him down. The weight of the moment hung heavy between them.

In the midst of the tension, Lopez seized Spider's hair, yanking it harshly. Spider struggled against him, refusing to be intimidated.

"What are we doin', boss?" Lopez asked, a mix of curiosity and obedience in his tone. He sought guidance from Quaritch.

Quaritch, silent in response, clicked on his comm device, and spoke.

"Iron Sky, Blue One, Actual," Quaritch transmitted, his voice clear and commanding.

The voice of General Ardmore, coming through the other end, responded promptly, "Blue One, Iron Sky, send your traffic."

"We're standing by for extract, over," Quaritch replied, his words filled with determination. After a moment of contemplation, he added, "Be advised, we are bringing in high-value prisoners, over." The weight of his words revealed the gravity of the situation they found themselves in.

As the soldiers prepared to move, Kiri, one of the prisoners, fought against her restraints, desperately pleading for her freedom. "Let us go!" she cried out, her voice filled with desperation and defiance.

Wainfleet, another soldier tasked with escorting the prisoners, responded with a callous remark. "Shut up," he snapped, grabbing hold of Kiri's braid and pulling it forcefully. She grunted in pain, her resistance momentarily quelled.

Ardmore's voice echoed through the communication channel, providing assurance. "Sit tight, Blue One. We're inbound to your pos." The promise of their imminent arrival offered a glimmer of hope amidst the tense situation, leaving everyone bracing for what lay ahead.

The group of captives were moved back to the shack, and forced to their knees in the clearing. Their braids had been let go, being held at gunpoint instead as part of the squad branched off to stand watch. The youngest girl, Tuk as she had been called, had crawled into the lap of the Na'vi boy, Lo'ak, her little face hidden in his neck as he held her close.

Spider was staring Quaritch down, the man having to turn his back to him to avoid the intense gaze. He had occupied himself with fiddling with the table Wainfleet had given him, watching the silent footage as he tried to figure out how to get the sound back. It had been there at first, but then he pressed something and the thing muted itself. Quaritch sighed as he looked around for Wainfleet, having given up on solving his dilemma on his own.

"Lyle, get me some sound on this." he orders, holding the table out to the corporal with feigning disinterest.

Wainfleet stepped up, not taking the table as he unmuted the footage. "You just gotta..." he trailed off, focused on his task. "There you go, sir."

Quaritch hummed in response as he watched the video, the images tickling something in the back of his mind. He watched as the old, human version of himself fought with a young Jake Sully, the traitor looking no different from the enemy dressed in their garb, decked with war paint and beads in his hair.

He watched the fight unfold, how he was getting the upper hand, how he was winning. He had Sully pinned, his long knife digging into the traitor's shoulder. Then he heard it, heard the call, the cry, the saving grace that was Sully's little bedmate. She launched her arrows at him with deadly accuracy. He watched his human self take a step back in the suit, stumbling as an arrow pierced the windshield, just barely missing him.

With Sully out of the fight, it was just him and her. A deadly standoff.

She covered Sully's body with her own, hissing at him, her tail swishing behind her.

He watched the two of them fight, watched as she danced around him, jumping close enough to retrieve the arrows protruding from his suit just to shoot him with them again.

Then came that moment, that one second where he faltered, where she finally got the winning shot.

Two arrows pierced the windshield of the suit, lodging themselves in his chest. He heard himself grunt in pain, a small and high sound escaping his lips as blood filled his lungs. The suit tipped backwards, the view changing from her to the tree canopy.

And that was it. He died.

He looked away from the tablet, his mouth dry and an odd sensation swirling in his stomach. He thrusts the table back to Wainfleet, who wisely didn't say anything as he put the device back in his rucksack. The corporal as his colonel stepped up to the old mech suit, his gaze distant as he stared down at the body, leaning his hands on the edge as he peered inside.

The skeletal remains of his human body stared up at him, the exo-pack still on its face. With slightly shaky hands, the Colonel removed it, revealing the skull underneath, its hollow eye sockets boring into him, its jaw hanging open now that there was nothing keeping it shut. He could still smell that foul stench of death permeating from the suit, that sickly scent that comes forth once the body starts to decompose.

Taking the skull in his large hand, he turned it from side to side, eyes scrutinising it. He looked at the three long slashes on the side, feeling a phantom pain on the side of his head. He remembered how he got this, or he thinks he did, the memory of it hazy and glossed over, so different to the ones from after he woke up. Those ones were as sharp and clear as if he just relived them.

He crushed the skull without warning, his hand closing a tight fist around the broken pieces. Something coiled in his stomach, the feeling strange and tense, he hated it. 

The sky had darkened by now, a light rain settling in just heavy enough to soak them all the way through. The group was silent, the only thing heard were the sounds of the forest, the calls of the creatures and the patter of raindrops.

"Blue One, stand at ready. We are three minutes out." the voice crackled over their comms, the team shuffling in anticipation of finally leaving the damn jungle.

The older Na'vi girl, Kiri as Spider had called her, bent her head forward, muttering a prayer. Warren came up behind her, yanking on her braid, the girl grunting in pain. "Shut up!" he hissed at the girl, who just kept muttering, praying. Warren tsked as he showed her down, her knees barely hit the ground before an arrow lodged itself in his head. His body slacked, dropping his rifle as he fell forward, dead.

The squad quickly formed a tight circle, some grabbing the children, guns pointed at their heads.

Yellow and green. The arrows fletching were yellow and green. She was here.

"Why don't you come out Mrs Sully?" Quaritch called out from his cover, eyes fixated on the yellow and green fletching. He felt his heart pound, thinking back to that damned video. "You and I, we've got some unfinished business." He was taunting her, knew that damn well, but he just couldn't resist.

"Demon!" She called out, hidden in the trees, her voice sent a chill down his spine. "I will kill you as many times as I have to!"

"I guess you and the corporal have been pretty busy haven't you?" His voice echoed through the forest. "You got yourself a whole litter of 'em, little half-breed tykes!"

An angered scream answered him back, full of promised pain.

"Sir, I got eyes on her," Lopez murmured, his cheek pressed to his rifle as he settled his aim on the traitor's little piece.

"Take fire," Quaritch answered, waiting for the shots, but all he heard was a dull and meaty thud as Lopez fell to the ground, an arrow piercing his chest, the tip glistening with his blood.

Quaritch looked away from the body, his eyes scanning the treetops, heart in his throat as he waited.

He felt the arrow before he saw it, embedded in his shoulder as he grunted in pain. He ducked back to gain more cover, his hand coming up to break the arrow in half, pressing hard on his shoulder to try and stop the bleeding.

Another body fell, its thud echoing through the unnaturally silent forest. Without warning, the team opened fire, mainly aiming it at where the arrow had come from, unaware of another attack coming from behind. 

In the chaos, the children escaped, biting into the arms of their captors, one even opening the gas canister on Prager's vest as they fled. Yellow smoke filled the air, burning his eyes as Quaritched searched for any sign of Sully, knowing full well that if she was here, then he would be too. The team were still raining bullets, too focused on shooting to think about keeping the children captive.

The children escaped, the soldiers still dead set on firing at nothing.

"Hold fire!" He yelled out, ears twitching at the sudden silence, his breathing heavy as he chanced a peek from his cover.

The clearing was deserted, captives long since gone and no sign of Sully and his little bedmate.

Rustling to the left of him, across the clearing. The hanging leaves of a giant fern were swaying, the bioluminescent moss covering the ground and surrounding roots flashing.

He brought his hand up, signalling Wainfleet to keep an eye on the plant, taking caution of a potential threat.

Quaritch looked back, taking a head count. Three soldiers visible, and another were downed in the skirmish. That leaves another two squad members unaccounted for, excluding himself and Wainfleet.

They waited, but nothing more came.

Rain poured relentlessly as Quaritch and his remaining squad members found themselves deep in the heart of the treacherous jungle. With two squad members unaccounted for, tension hung heavy in the air. The loss of their comrades weighed heavily on their hearts, but they couldn't afford to dwell on it. They needed to press on.

"Fan out, we can't go back empty-handed," Quaritch commanded, his voice resolute amidst the downpour. The team spread out, their rifles raised, moving cautiously through the dense foliage. Their gazes remained fixed ahead, avoiding the painful sight of fallen squad mates.

Amidst the eerie silence, a hushed voice cut through the air. 

“Win säpi! Win säpi!” said a voice in a hushed tone, sounding young and scared. (“Hurry! Hurry!”)

Quaritch signalled the team to come up behind him as he followed the voice, ears swivelling as they picked up more voices.

“Fnu, foer sì’l asim…” came a more hesitant voice. (“Quite, they’re still close…”)

“Za’u, krr ut kä.” said a deeper voice, stern and worried. (“Come, time to go.”)

As they advanced, following the mysterious voices, Quaritch caught a glimpse of a tall figure with blue skin, clutching a blood-stained tomahawk. It was Sully, their primary target. Without hesitation, Quaritch aimed his rifle at Sully's head, ready to end his reign of defiance.

Before he could take the shot, another hostile entered the little clearing, this one looking much younger than Sully, closer in age to the half-breeds. Must be another one of his little tykes.

“Sa’nok tsi peyor.” He looked to Sully, who nodded and led the half-breeds further into the forest. (“Mother is waiting.”)

Quaritch couldn’t get a clear shot, cursing under his breath as he watched Sully disappear.

With determination etched on his face, Quaritch relayed orders through the comms, “Put a hold on Sully, we’re finding the rest and we are not losing them again.” He said into the comms, straightening up as he waited for the team to come back.

Mansk, with his tracking skills, took the lead, following the muddy footprints left behind. The squad trudged through the jungle, their senses finely tuned to the surroundings. The footprints led them to a steep incline, where a sudden commotion caught their attention.

Spider and a young girl tumbled down an embankment, their bodies battered and bruised upon impact. Quaritch wasted no time. “Grab them.” He ordered his team, disregarding the gasp of horror from above.

Prager had lifted the unconscious girl onto his shoulder, while he did the same to Spider, the boy unbelievable light. He turned back, motioning the team to get in position as the helicarrier came down from above, sending down ropes for them to latch onto.

But before any of them could, an arrow pierced Prager’s skull, his body slumping to the ground on top of the unconscious girl, covering her body almost completely. The fletching was yellow and green.

“Fall back!” Quaritch commanded, eyes frantically searching the surrounding area, searching for her.

The team scrambled, latching onto the ropes dropped by the descending helicarrier. The rain continued to drench them as they ascended into the unforgiving night sky. The blinding flood lights illuminated their faces, a mix of exhaustion and grief.

The weight of Spider across his shoulders suddenly felt unbearably heavy.

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translations in order of appearance:

Toruk Makto - Rider of Last Shadow

“Tsar stum txon’ong, mi za’u!” - “It’s almost sunset, come on!”

“Rä’ä! Kehe!” - “Don’t! No!”

“Keyn. Keyn.” - “Put it down. Put it down.”

“Mawey, Tuk, tsal fra’u 's tam, oe pänutìng.” - “Be calm, Tuk, everything’s okay, I promise.”

“Txìng peyä nì'awtu!” - “Leave her alone!”

“Lo’ak, rä’ä. Don’t!” - “Lo’ak, don’t. Don’t!”

“Ngaytxoa 'ìnglìsì… ne vonvä” - “Sorry, I don't speak English… to assholes.”

“Peseng ngeya sempul?” - “Where is your father?”

“Kehe! Rutxe!” - “No!” Please!”

“Kiri, kehe! No! Stop!” - “Kiri, no! No! Stop!”

“Win säpi! Win säpi!” - “Hurry! Hurry!”

“Fnu, foer sì’l asim…” - “Quite, they’re still close…” 

“Za’u, krr ut kä.” - “Come, time to go.”

“Sa’nok tsi peyor.” - “Mother is waiting.”

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12

[marymary-diva17]

Our human wife

Jake x reader x neytiri

It had been know that the omaticaya is special in everyone terms, as have allowed the sky people to become apart of their clan and one of them as well. That had lead to many unseen and rare mating couples and families, and once of the families is Neytiri and Jake sully. As they mates and leader of the clan but also share a mate as well, who is dreamwlalker and mother of their kids. You had become their human wife fifteen years ago and it still stayed the same as well.

y/n " okay if we keep this work up the base will be fully functional"

norm " you are always a women with a plan"

y/n " yes I'm"

max " It good the metekyaian let us stay here"

y/n " well it took some talking but it seems like they let us stay here, for good well in the conditions we don't do anything stupid or bad"

norm " that will be easy we just have to make sure not to be like the RDA:

y/n " yes"

max " well I will make sure the word get around to everyone"

y/n " thank max" you are now alone looking over some the supplies, while max and norm had went inside to get some food and to deal with other matters as well.

????? " yawne" you soon heard a voice that you knew so well, as you had soon tuned around and saw neytiri walking over with jake not that far behind her.

y/n " hello my wife and husband"

Neytiri " hello we came to see you as you failed to answer our call, to have morning meal with us"

y/n " oh wait now I see the problem I didn't have a good connection"

neytiri " see ma Jake this way we need to stop using these demon devices, they are failures"

Jake " honey they are still good you have to remember like us our wife is busy, and she has role to the clan here and with us"

neytiri " yes I know but I feel like your friends are trying to steal her away"

y/n " no one will never steal me away from you two"

neytiri " good so what are you all doing here it seems like the homes, are coming up well"

y/n “ thank you we are going to this some of soil here to help us, plant our crops and other stuff as well”

neytiri “ you are always showing amazing talent my beautiful yawne”

y/n “ thank you”

Jake “ still the smart women I meet all those years ago, and it seems like the kids have picked up that talent”

y/n “ good because they have offer to help me with my work, and those are my babies” neytiri and Jake laugh.

????? “ hello” the three adults soon turned around and soon saw, tonowari standing there Jake and neytiri stood tall.

Jake “ hello tonowari how may we help you”

tonowari “ I have come to see the work of your mate and humans as well, my children had been speaking highly of her and the other humans”

y/n “ welcome olo’eythan tonowari I see you”

tonowari “ hello y/n I see you”

neytiri “ you seem shocked at our mate knows our tongues very well”

tonowari “ yes I have never knew that many humans, could speak our language for well”

Jake “ well if you most know she had helped me leaned she knew more then me”

neytiri “ yes she was one of the people why before you”

Jake “ very funny”

y/n “ enough you two stop acting like children”

Jake and neytiri " yes love" there had been some chuckles and laugh heard making the four look at the humans, that came out to see everything.

max " wow Jake it seems like there someone who can get you to do anything"

man " yes the former jarhead has meet his match"

Jake " oh hush all of you she my wife"

y/n " okay everyone let act mature for once in a while now I see why, all are kids are they ways they are" everyone soon nodded their heads and soon went on with their lives, tonowari had been able to see even if neytiri and Jake are best warriors and good heroes. they was one persons who could order them around and commanded them around, and that was you and he was very impressed as well. It seems like the metkayain were started to be get to the humans a bit more, and see even if they are humans they are strong and smart after all and they were not all that bad.

[wheneclipsefalls]

Courting Spider

Pairing: Spider x Na'vi Male OC

Masterlist AO3

Summary: It's time that someone takes care of Spider for once. Zhali is up for the task.

Warnings: aged up Spider/Sully kids, explicit, MDNI, male x male, size difference, Na'vi x human pairing, oral, insecurities, angst, trauma, injury, blood, perfectionism, Spider just needs to be loved, etc.

A/N: Wow, this took a while but it is finally here. Not too confident with some of the writing style for ths one but hopefully it still makes sense.

“What about the back panel?” 

“Useless.” Zhali quickly interjects, weaving the soft fabric together with practiced precision. Lo’ak huffs slightly, titling his head as he watches the male work on the small piece of clothing. 

“He’s not going to wear it with his ass out, brother.” 

Zhali rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath. He will never understand the Sky Demon’s obsession with modesty. Clothing should allow one to move freely and if it shifts from one way to the other, so what? Who would truly notice, anyways?

Well, he supposes, were it Spider he himself would notice. 

And suddenly all that Zhali can think about is getting a glimpse of the little Tawtute’s bum, just another peek at that beautifully soft and squishing form of his. As tempting as the idea is, however, it does have him editing his original claim. If he has interest in seeing that sculpted ass, surely other Na’vi or even Sky Demons could have the same intentions.

He decides to weave together a back panel after all. Besides, once the small Sky Demon has been courted and agrees to mate with him, it may be more rewarding to have that area of his mate revealed to his eyes only. That thought has the slightest curve of a smile lacing his lips. 

Lo’ak, as always, is one to notice the shift in demeanor, but he pays the other male no mind. After all, there would have been no chance of executing this courting properly without Lo’ak’s insights. Zhali thanks the Great Mother that he has close enough ties with someone Spider considers his best friend. Otherwise, how else would he know how to make a loincloth for the boy in the first place? Or not to leave dead kills at the outpost’s front entrance as a courting gift?

Lo’ak’s information is irreplaceable. It’s hard enough to wrap his mind around the different customs and concerns of a small tawtute, let alone court one without any insight in the first place. 

Although it may seem unconventional to some Na’vi, opinions that he has heard personally from some friends and family, Zhali knows that there is no one else for him besides Spider. 

He can still recall the spark of interest that had been there during their adolescence, watching the small boy with golden hair saunter across the forest confidently. He had moved with a grace and agility that Zhali had never witnessed from a Tawtute. Back then, his small crush was poorly nourished as his parents tried their hardest to keep him from spending too much time around Sky Demons. Searching to become a warrior and clan member that would make his parents proud, Zhali had refrained from stepping out of bounds. 

There were small moments he had caught with the so-called monkey boy, but it was always in the presence of others. 

The night of Spider’s capture had been a core memory for Zhali. He recalls it as the night he truly began his path to adulthood. Regret and dread had laced his gut as he realized his own cowardice had broken any real chance at connecting with the other male. It shifted his perspective, pushing him forward until he had made himself a promise that night. 

Never again would he let criticism and judgment keep him from following his heart’s desires. 

It was only the direct command and even surveillance from the new Olo’eyktan that had kept him from storming Hell’s gate as a one man army. 

Those years apart had been painful, but they had shaped him into the man he is today, the man he needed to become. There had been slight relief that came from hearing of Spider reuniting with the Sully family across the sea. However, he could never erase the sting of missed opportunity.

Following the footsteps of his father and other warriors, Zhali had channeled this pressing emotion into his training. The sun would barely be upon the horizon before Zhali began his daily grind. He had excelled in every aspect that a young warrior could, spending extra hours training alone with only the glowing light of eclipse for aiding sight. When he had pushed himself in every aspect of hunting, fighting, and gathering possible he had moved on to homemaking skills. 

Now, sitting here with only a few months of weaving underneath his fingertips, he’s proud to find the garment an attractive item thus far. A surprising fact considering how his discipline and attention has slipped upon the Sully family’s return. Or rather, Spider’s return. 

Seeing the small tawtute advance from behind the Sully family, hair somehow turned a lighter shade of gold and arm adorned with shelled jewelry, Zhali had felt like a child once more. The Great Mother had been kind to him, advancing his form into that of a true muscled warrior and adorning him with skills that were far beyond anything the could’ve dreamed about at fifteen, but none of that seemed to matter when faced with Spider once more. His stomach had tightened into a million different knots, tail swinging and ears flickering desperately as he took in the beautiful male before him. 

Although taken aback and slightly nervous, something he would never admit, Zhali had expressed these emotions in the best way he knew how; hard work. The family had only been home for little more than a moon cycle but the male’s courting plans were already underway. His consultation with Lo’ak had informed him that the beautiful tawtute was in fact still unmated. He figured that the Metkayina Na’vi knew nothing of real value placed in their laps if they had somehow managed to miss courting such an exquisite creature. 

Nevertheless, he is grateful for their insolence. 

The yearnings of his heart have never ceased and Zhali would have his soul taken up to Eywa before he’d let this chance slip away again. 

“You’re sure about this color?” He murmurs, concentrating on the intricate trim to lace the sides. Next to him Lo’ak lounges along the marui floor with one leg propped as he bites into the delicious fruit he missed oh so much. Golden eyes flicker over to the intricate pattern of green material, different shades popping out in precise patterns. 

“Well he did complain about there not being enough green on Awalatuu.” 

“I asked you what his favorite color was.” Zhali huffs out, finally letting the unfinished garment rest on his lap. Lo’ak hardly flinches under the glare he receives, simply shrugging his shoulders before continuing to eat. 

“I know. Figure it must be green if he complained about its absence so much.”

It’s not fair to bite back at the hand that feeds him. Zhali knows this. He repeats it in his head over and over again. If there is one thing that he has learned about Spider it’s that no one treats the poor boy the way he deserves. Lo’ak and Kiri are the closest things that the small human has to friends, but even they have other parts of their lives that pull their attention away from him. There are always other obligations and personal problems that come first before Spider and to Zhali’s dismay, the boy accepts it. 

Being left in the shadows is something that has become natural to Spider in his life. The Sully family takes him in, but never with the attitude of treating him like their very own. The scientists at the lab have watched over him since he was a child but not one of them was truly a parent. They too, have their own worries and concerns. Most are too focused on their own research and work to really prioritize raising a child. 

That familiar lingering of guilt resurfaces when Zhali remembers that he too let Spider remain hostage with those Demons for months on end, not one rescue party sent after him. 

It’s a fact that haunts him to this day, but he vows to leave all those mistakes behind. Spider will be safe and taken care of in his arms, by his side and treated with the love and respect that he deserves. For the first time in the boy’s life, he will know what it means to be someone’s first priority. 

Spider can still feel Neteyam’s curious glances thrown his way as they walk silently back to the human outpost. With the small bundle of fine fabric carefully clasped in his hands, it feels like a small eternity before the human boy can comprehend the turn of events. Upon his return to the Omatikaya clan Spider had assumed that most outside of a few humans from the lab outpost would remember him, let alone receive a courting gift from one of the clan’s finest Na’vi males. 

Is that what this is? A courting gift?

Although, Zhali had used all the proper words one would upon extending a courting gift and beaming at Spider’s acceptance, it’s still difficult to be one hundred percent certain that is what had occurred. The ogling he had done over the garment in front Zhali had been taken in with a smile bursting of pride that seared into Spider’s countenance. The blush that erupted over his tan skin wasn’t even comprehensible until the heat was enough to have him sweating underneath the glass of his mask. 

Looking back, Spiders knows that his gratitude had been little more a stumbling of thank you’s and rambled thoughts that hardly finished into full sentences. It didn’t seem to matter, however, as Zhali had left the pair with a stride that made him look as if he was walking on clouds. Truthfully, Spider often makes that comparison when watching the male prance along the forest with ease. He wouldn’t necessarily call it ogling….just keen observations that he can’t help but make. 

Neteyam had been almost entirely silent during the exchange and when Zhali had broken away, his only comment had been something about the smooth fabric being made of rare materials only present in the Hallelujah mountains. Spider had done nothing more than nod in response. Now, meeting up with Lo’ak once more, Neteyam jumps in to relay the scene to his younger brother. Lo’ak simply smirks and shoots Spider a wink. 

It punches through his blood and once again Spider finds sweat gathering at the edges of his mask. He knows his friend better than he would like to at times, so he knows that looks like that always come with a reason from Lo’ak. He seems neither surprised nor reluctant to let that signature smirk show. 

Perhaps it isn’t in his head after all. 

A courting gift for him. 

Made specifically for him. 

It’s disheartening when Spider realizes that he never expected to receive one of these. 

He makes an excuse about needing rest in order to get away from the Sully brothers as soon as possible. Once back inside the common area of the outpost, he flings the sweat mask off of his face and to the side carelessly. 

“Spider.” Norm sighs from his work station. No words are needed to show that he does not approve of the boy’s disregard of the equipment. 

“Busy.” Spider rushes out before practically sprinting to his room. That is if it can be called a room. It’s a corner of the outpost that Spider had managed to claim for himself with old drapes hung up messily for privacy and a hammock strung up that he had made himself. His greatest and most rare possession however was a floor length mirror. Spider had gone through Hell and back in order to get it here. And by Hell, he meant literal Hell’s Gate where the RDA had left their fancy gear behind the first time. 

He rushes to throw the bag of fruit to the side and shuffles himself over onto the bed. The soft cloth is unfolded as if he is about to handle the rarest of Pandora’s diamonds and to Spider it might as well be.  Perhaps even more valuable considering the rarity. 

The fabric slipped along his fingers like the sway of a rushing river, a smooth effortless motion. His own grimy hands caked with dirt and a hint of blood from rough housing with Neteyam look horrifying next to the carefully crafted garment. In fact, it’s enough to have Spider setting the piece to the side and rushing to the bathroom so he can wash his hands. It would be a shame to ruin the loincloth so quickly simply because of his bad hygiene. 

Stomping past Norm and the other lounging scientists he tries to ignore him. 

“Kid, what have I told you about leaving your mask on the ground?” Norm huffs but Spider is already closing the door to the cramped bathroom.

He may have been a teenager when he was captured by the RDA but now has come into full adulthood. Something Norm seems to have a hard time understanding. Spider doesn’t care how much water he hogs in order to get every speck of dirt and grime from his hands. He only leaves the cramped bathroom when his skin is scrubbed raw and red. 

Leaning back against the woven hammock he allows himself the proper time to just admire the details of his new gift. It’s a beautiful emerald green with precise stitching that works to outline patterns of leaves and greenery. Under the harsh light of the outpost bulbs, the boy admires the way the thread glimmers with the shift of light. He thanks Eywa that it has a back panel. It may be something he is used to seeing with Na’vi but Spider can not imagine having his own ass hanging out of his loincloth, especially without a tail for it to wrap around. 

Once he finally wrangles up the courage to try on the loincloth he is amazed to see how perfectly it fits. The fabric is like silk against his rough skin. Or at least what he remembers silk to feel like from that one time another scientist let him touch her silk pillowcase. The band is woven of various colored threads and twine that come together to create criss cross patterns. His fingers brush them softly in a silent reverence. 

Spider looks at the mirror and allows himself to drink in the sight. Most days, the boy uses the mirror to simply swat at his dreadlock hair or repaint the blue stripes on his skin, but never can he remember a time that he uses it to admire himself. To look at his appearance head on and feel something more than indifference or longing to be a version of himself that is blue and a few feet taller. 

Being a human is something that Spider has learned to make peace with, but that doesn’t mean he particularly likes the look of himself. The blue stripes help slightly to cover the extra squish of his body that is normally nonexistent across Na’vi stomachs. With the beautiful garment now fitted perfectly to his hips, Spider notices for the first time how good a color besides blue looks on him. 

The heap of leather that is his usual loincloth seems like nothing more than a discarded washcloth now. Jake had been the one to show him how to weather the material and fashion it into clothing but from there the job had been his own to update the garment in stride with his growth spurts. 

The loincloth is so  clean and pristine in comparison to the rest of Spider’s appearance that for a moment he considers putting it away for safekeeping. What would happen if he tore a hole in it or got dirt rubbed into the careful stitching? It’s too beautiful to take the risk. 

However, when his fingers start to undo the carefully tied knots at the sides, he catches another glance of himself in the mirror and he hesitates. It looks so much better than before. He looks so much better than before. Maybe it has nothing to do with the loincloth’s quality at all. Perhaps it’s the careful thought and effort put into such an extraordinary gift. A thought for him. Just him and only him. 

One simple reminder that someone thinks he is worthy of nice things. 

Spider allows himself the privilege of wearing this reminder throughout the day. 

Zhali does not have many opportunities to spend time with Spider, especially without the company of others. Most nights he only gets to share a few sentence exchanges with the boy before either him or Spider is pulled away by their responsibilities or nagging friends. It doesn’t kill his spirits, however, not when he notices how beautiful the tawtute looks wearing his courting gift. Pride swells to the size of a balloon in his chest upon seeing how perfect the fit is. This feeling only inflates to new bounds when he sees Spider wear the garment every day without fail. 

Having been entrusted with leading one of the hunting parties on a daily basis, Zhali finds himself daydreaming about the male between patrols and petting down the direhorse. The other Na’vi in the crew do not fail to notice his shift in demeanor. Although some of them spread rumors that it has to do with Zhali’s unbridled affection for a certain golden haired tawtute, no one goes out of their way too complain. Controversial or not, Zhali is more forgiving of their mistakes when he is in high spirits. It matters not that it comes from a small Sky Demon. 

Lo’ak continues to assist Zhali in preparing another gift for Spider. This time they settle on weaving together a simple but stunning armband. Surprisingly this requires more experience and skill than the loincloth but he has never been one to back away from the struggle that comes from picking up a new trade. Zhali’s fingers work tirelessly as Lo’ak chatters on about the Metkayina clan and what adventures he missed. 

Later that night Zhali listens to the encroaching thunder that rumbles in the distance. Even his direhorse hesitates in his stride but he urges him forward. There is less than an hour left of his patrol and then he will return to his carefully crafted hut to get some much needed rest. However, now the sound of thunder and lightning is becoming more pressing and the male becomes less and less sure of how soon that sleep will come. 

It comes as no surprise when the first drops of rain quickly picks up into a full downpour. Lo’ak grumbles next to him, but Zhali ignores the other male’s mumbled curses and directs them to split up so more ground can be covered. They might as well check up on the family huts and make sure everyone has the sufficient coverings and supplies needed for the storm.  

It’s when he’s wading through the heavy greenery and wiping water from his eyes that Zhali catches sight of something peculiar. He follows the movement of bushes slowly, urging the direhorse to tread carefully. With the blanket of falling rain it’s difficult to identify the small creature wading through the greenery. Judging by the amount of rustle it creates, Zhali concludes that the creature must be either injured or panicking in the storm. He urges the horse to prowl closer as the rain pelts against his back mercilessly. 

It becomes near impossible to see anything in the thick greenery but there is a series of snapping branches and he watches as the beast comes tumbling down the hill. It rolls and crashes along the greenery before finally hitting the bottom of a tree trunk with a grunt. Through the thick sheet of rain, Zhali finally catches a glimpse of golden hair flying in the wind.

Spider!

He’s off the direhorse within a heartbeat and racking through the thick leaves moments later. Spider is sprawled out on the muddy ground, limbs stretched in every direction. The boy blinks, seemingly trying to comprehend the turn of events. 

“Spider.” Unintentionally Zhali words come out as a hiss. The Na’vi searches over the boy’s body frantically to see if there are any fatal wounds. With limited light it’s difficult to fully see where the sources of blood are so he shifts to use his fingertips to feel for wounds. Spider simply groans and stares up at him through slitted eyes as Zhali weaves through his hair in search of a head injury. He prays to the Great Mother that he won’t find one. 

The Sky Demon’s small body is covered in mud and littered with a plethora of bruises and bleeding scrapes. Luckily, none of these injuries appear to be more serious than the deeper cut over his shoulder. It will require bandaging and a series of healing ointments to prevent infection. Zhali is already running through the list of healing procedures he plans to execute on the boy when Spider’s voice finally breaks him out of the trance. 

“Hey.” Spider speaks in a gravelly hushed tone. “I-I’m ok.” He goes to sit up but a large blue hand covering half of his chest, gently pushes him back down. “Sorry I just lost my grip….got a little disoriented but…yeah sorry.” 

“You’re bleeding.” Zhali says bluntly. 

Spider looks down to see a smear of red painting his shoulder. Zhali watches his reaction with perked ears and pointed tail on alert but Spider simply knits his brows together and shrugs. However, the small being is unable to hide the grimace that flashes across his features. It has become a real effort on Zhali’s part to learn the ways of reading human expression, especially ones covered by those ridiculous masks. It can be incredibly frustrating trying to read one’s reaction without a flickering tail or ears to give away the boy’s state. 

“Oh shit, yeah, I guess I am. It’s ok…the outpost has a first aid kit so…” 

It’s then Zhali’s turn to scrunch his features in confusion. 

A first aid kit? Is that another one of those Sky Demon inventions those scientists are so fond of? Once Zhali had snuck down with Lo’ak and Neteyam when they were teens to the outpost and he had caught sight of things beyond his wildest imagination…or rather wildest horrors. He had watched as giant trunk shaped contraption fold around a human before sucking him into the wall. Lo’ak and Neteyam had later explained that these were the devices used by the Avatars to dream walk. Zhali could never erase how similar it had looked to the coffins that Jake had once described, the constricting box made to bury dead bodies. 

Would they put Spider in there too? Or something else? Perhaps this first aid kit would be even worse. 

No. He would not be returning to the outpost for those horrors. Zhali is more than capable of patching up the injuries and giving Spider the care he truly deserves. 

“No need, come. I will take you home.” Zhali says while carefully helping the boy to finally sit up. Spider’s lips purse for a moment as if he is about to say something but he must have read that wrong because it disappears just as quickly as it came and the small tawtute remains silent. 

It is, however, when Zhali easily lifts the male into his arms that Spider strings together a nervous onslaught of objections. 

“Oh woah, hey it’s ok. I can walk. I-I’m not really that hurt-”

Lightning strikes across the night sky. Thunder is quick to follow and by the sounds of deep rumbling, Zhali is confident that the storm is only about to get worse. Spider squeaks when he is easily lifted onto the direhorse without response. The other male makes quick work of sliding in behind him and reconnecting tsaheylu before the direhorse becomes too freaked out by the tawtute’s presence. It’s almost second nature to slip his forearms securely around Spider’s waist, keeping him safely atop the creature. 

He can feel the boy shiver in his embrace, but it’s difficult to tell whether it is from his touch or the relentless onslaught of rain.

“Thanks.” Spider’s mumble barely rings audible over the storm’s fury. The small sound still manages to bring a smile to Zhali’s face as he nods back in recognition and they begin their journey back towards the village. 

Despite the fact that Spider is conscious and not nearly as injured as he could’ve been, he is anxious to get the human to the healer’s tent as soon as possible. This urgency only increases when he can physically feel the boy’s body shaking like a leaf in the wind. His arm tightens around the small male, hoping to let some of his own natural body heat transfer over to him. It’s disconcerting to see how easily a little tawtute can be affected by the elements. It  serves as another reminder of how fragile the pretty boy truly is. It’s easy to forget at times when Spider is swinging from branches like a monkey, but now all he can see in his mind’s eyes is the replay of his small body tumbling down the steep decline helplessly. 

It’s then that Zhalie remembers the cloak he has packed away by the saddle. He manages to wrap the thick fabric around both of them. It covers Spider completely and to the male’s delight he finds that the human curls up against his warm chest. He’s satisfied to find that this solution keeps the pelting rain from attacking Spider any further. 

Zhali is made for these types of elements but he can only imagine how Spider’s small fragile body could be reacting to such harsh conditions. He makes a mental note to learn more about human anatomy in the coming days. Perhaps Lo’ak could arrange some sort of meeting with one of the remaining medical Sky Demons at the outpost. He hates the smell of chemicals and sterilized metal there but it would be preferable to the real feeling of inadequacy he has now. 

To his horror Zhali finds that the pathway to Tshaik’s tents has already eroded into a rushing stream and the tent itself is completely abandoned. He checks in with the Olo’eyktan over the throat comm and comes to find that Mo’at has fled to higher ground with the injured and sick to wait out the storm. With Spider barely conscious in his curled up position against him, Zhali decides that the only logical course of action is to bring the boy back to his kelku for the night. 

No matter, there are sure to be enough supplies at his home to patch Spider up and take care of him before the condition gets worse. 

Or at least, that is what he mentally assures himself over and over again until they reach the trunk of his kelku. 

Zhali is forced to let Spider crawl up the trunk himself as the tawtute is less than willing to let himself be carried again. He considers overriding this decision but he figures it’s already lucky enough that the blonde hasn’t insisted on being dropped off at the outpost instead. He takes the tender mercy in stride and makes sure to be below the boy in case he manage to slip, constantly ready to catch him if needs be. 

Zhali is in full action mode as he goes about efficiently securing the waterproof drapes. Spider hangs back, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Once the task is finished he turns around to find the boy’s arms wrapped around himself, seemingly curling up in on himself as trembles still wrack his body. It is such stark contrast to the usual confident and sassy demeanor that Spider upholds. Whether it is from the cold or the slightly traumatic situation, Zhali vows to coax the boy into being at ease as soon as possible. 

“I-it’s nice.” Spider manages to mumble out before audibly clearing his throat. Those hazel eyes roam over the darkened room as Zhali makes quick work of building a small fire and setting a pot of water over to warm. His own eyes stray from the fire to recall what state his kelku has been left in. Luckily, he has always had a knack for organization and creating a cozy environment in his home. Still, there is no saying what a Sky Person considers to be cozy when it comes to decor. He prays to Eywa that Spider’s preferences are not aligned with that of the suffocating and hard steel in the human outpost. 

“Thank you.” 

Spider tries to hide the wince that graces his features when he rolls his shoulder, but even in the dim glow of a fire, Zhali can clearly see the distress.

“Come. You are bleeding.” He motions Spider forward and luckily the boy does not protest.

Spider does, however, hesitate as those hazel eyes scan over the empty span thoughtfully. Zhali starts to think something is wrong but then it dawns on him. The boy’s body is speckled with mud and blood. Spider seems all too aware of this as he carefully squats over the clean woven floor. 

Of course this must be just Spider’s way of trying to be a polite guest while in his home, but it frustrates Zhali more than he expects. The beautiful human squats over the woven material as if he is unworthy to touch it. This behavior extends to all aspects of their encounter in the space as Spider is more than cautious to let himself enjoy any of the comforting ambience that Zhali has created in the space. He creeps into the area like an intruder, waiting to be shooed away. 

And it breaks Zhali’s heart. It shatters him to pieces to think that Spider would ever act in such a way when his presence alone is something to be celebrated. It’s borderline disappointing to think that Zhali has spent all this time over the past few weeks slowly preparing his kelku to become a welcoming place that Spider would be enticed to call his own someday, just for the boy to shy away from associating with it. 

“Sit.” Zhali puts a little more intensity behind the words than intended. He mentally curses at himself when Spider flinches in response but the human is already setting himself down gently. 

“The bleeding isn’t that bad.” Spider claims, but how would he know when the injury stretches across his right shoulder blade? 

Zhali goes to see for himself, reaching his enormously large hands towards the small creature, but then he pauses. 

“May I check?”

He idly notices that Spider’s breathing is no longer fogging up the glass of his mask? Has he stopped breathing? Was there something wrong with it? Oh Eywa, how does one fix that little thing if there is?

“Yeah.” 

The response is more of a puff of air than real words. Zhali allows himself to breathe now. 

Settling behind Spider feels natural and oddly comforting. He enjoys the way his body is haunched over the small blonde, as if he could create a Na’vi shield over the boy if any danger were to arise. The idea strokes his male pride for a moment until he remembers that he failed to shield Spider earlier. When…when he…

“How did this happen?”

“Well it was….you see….” Spider struggles before finally sagging with a sigh. “I fell.” Defeat is apparent in his tone. 

Zhali can not decide if he finds this explanation better or worse than the images he had conjured up. The thought of thanator claws scraping at the small being was terrifying, but then again, is it not more concerning to see that a simple fall is all it takes to injure him? This beautiful tawtute truly is so fragile. A simple misstep is all it would take to put him in danger. 

Spider appears to be thinking the same thing, but if the red cheeks and deep frown are anything to go by, it’s embarrassment rather than fear that rises to the surface. 

“Tawtute, this cut is deep. From how high did you tumble?” He tries his best to clean the cut with the rag as gently as possible, monitoring every flinch and shudder that ripples through Spider. 

“My bow got stuck up in the canopy. Thought I could get it down.” 

“It is still there?”

Spider nods.

“We will get it in the morning.” Zhali concludes smoothly as he dips the soft cloth back into the now warmed water. He checks it against his own skin first. The male may not know much about human anatomy but it’s clear that their response to the elements is more dramatic than his own. He would hate to accidentally expose the boy to any more harsh temperatures for the night. Once it is sufficiently clear that the rag is at a soothingly warm degree, he begins to glide it over Spider’s back. 

“Thanks I uh…I was kind of clumsy I guess. You don’t have to come with me in the morning though, I’m sure I can manage a bit better this time.” Spider rambles.

“I will not if you wish not for my company.” 

“No no, it’s not that.” Zhali peeks around the boy’s shoulder easily, braids swinging down as he openly observes the male’s expression. Spider’s turn a brighter shade of pink. Zhali finds he quite likes that shade. “Of course I would love for you to come. I just uh don’t want to make you go out of your way for me.” 

“You are never out of the way, Spider.” He sighs, tail curling in irritation. He shouldn’t need to make that clear, especially after efforts he has started towards his courtship. “You are the way.” 

He surveys the boy’s expression, but without twitching ears and a moving tail to give him away, it feels impossible to sense the shift in emotion there. He slowly retreats, not wanting to scare him off any more with the staring, but he lingers just long enough to see Spider catch his bottom lip between those blunt teeth. It’s a cute habit that Zhali has noticed from him, but one that he is still trying to understand fully. 

It’s obvious what his own response to the action is as his tewng grows uncomfortable, but that does little to help him decode Spider. Not to mention it makes him feel like an untrained teenager all over again, drooling at just about anything. 

“Spider.” 

He feels the boy straighten underneath his hands.

“Yeah?”

“What is your favorite color?” 

“What?”

Zhali is pleased to find that the area around the wound is finally clean and ready for bandaging. 

“Color. What is your favorite color?” He repeats. Spider only flinches slightly as he begins to lay the leaves covered in ointment over the small wound. He has to rip them into small pieces a few times so they don’t cover the whole expanse of Spider’s back. Doing so, however, draws his attention to the rest of the boy’s muddied and artificially stripped skin. Long fingers itch to reach for the warm rag again. 

“I um…I don’t know. Never really thought about it before.” 

Zhali’s eyebrows knit together. He is soon regretting his decision to sit behind the tawtute where he can’t even depend on the minor fluctuations of his small facial expressions for context. His tail thumps against the woven floor incidentally, but at least Spider can’t see that. When the urge becomes too strong, Zhali hesitantly starts running the warm cloth over the rest of Spider’s back.

“What do you say when people ask?” He takes Spider’s lack of flinching as a token of permission, scrubbing the dirt away from his tan skin with the gentlest touch he can muster. It’s interesting to see the way his skin turns a light pink after only a few strokes of the warm rag. It appears that Sky People’s skin is extremely sensitive and expressive to every substance it comes in contact with. He is pleased however to see that Spider’s muscles have begun to relax underneath each stroke and the shaking of his body has puttered out to a small vibration. 

“Well I don’t think anyone has ever asked me before to be honest.” Spider tries to slip in a small laugh but it’s strained. Those tiny four fingered hands come to gather his dreads and push them to the side before fondling them absently. 

Of course he knows that Lo’ak didn’t know the boy’s favorite color but for no one to ask? Never? By Eywa, what do the strange scientists at the lab that supposedly raised this male talk to him about? The negligence is infuriating and yet Zhali knows he shouldn’t be surprised. From the interactions he has seen between them, Norm acts more like a close friend than anything resembling a parental figure.

Spider pauses, head tilted as he ponders the question.

“I suppose red is not a bad one. Like the red from sunsets.”

Zhali’s lips turn down.

“Not green.” Disappointment lays heavy in his stomach, He should’ve known better than to trust Lo’ak as his source of information. 

“Green? Oh you mean cause of the loincloth. It doesn’t really-” Spider cuts himself off, turning silent as he looks down. 

Zhali’s ear perk forehead, wondering if he has somehow missed the end of that sentence. 

“Shit.” Spider whispers to himself. 

Peering over the boy’s golden dreads, Zhali finally finds the source of Spider’s silence. A jagged rip through the side of the loincloth. 

“Fuck I- Damnit, I didn’t realize and now….” Spider hunches forward inspecting it frantically.  “I’ve ruined it. All for my stupid fucking bow.” He grits out. “You worked so hard on it and I-”Spider gulps, voice heavy with emotion. 

“I will make another one.” 

“No no, you shouldn’t have to…..I-I’m sorry.” 

Zhali catches sight of glimmering tears welding over the boy’s eyes, ones that he refuses to shed. His heartbeat picks up more erratically when Spider allows his dreads to form a curtain over his face. 

“Spider, it is fine. I will make a new one. This time red.” As it should have been from the beginning. This would be his chance to redeem himself and give Spider the courting gift he truly deserved. Hesitantly he reaches out to sweep that golden hair away but Spider reels back. 

“Another one? N-no I cant ask that. It’s my fault I ruined it…it was…”

“The wrong color. I understand, tawtute.”

“No no no it….it was fucking perfect.” Spider sniffles and more than anything Zhali wishes he could see the boy properly, get that damn mask out of the way so he could wipe away the tears. “The nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” It’s whispered so soft and reverant that the Na’vi almost questions whether or not he heard it properly. 

It would be easier not to believe it.

Easier to believe that there were greater gestures the boy has received over the years than some simple pieces of clothing. 

Zhali shifts  forward, boldly sweeping the hair away so he can clearly see Spider’s sparkling eyes. 

“You deserve so much more than this.” He can see the boy’s lungs still with air. “So much more than a courting gift in the wrong color. More than a simple garment that pales in comparison to your beauty.” Spider’s blunt teeth naw at those soft pink lips. “More than jewels and bracelets. More than all the beauties of Pandora combined.” 

It’s as if the boy is frozen in time, air no longer passing through those lips. It’s borderline impossible to understand if this is a good or bad sign, but the truth is bursting from the seams, no longer willing to be kept prisoner. 

“You deserve a mate that will care for you. One that truly sees you.” Zhali catches a golden strand, tucking it behind Spider’s ear. Oh how he wishes to bury his face in that hair, to fully let the beautiful tawtute’s scent to sink in. 

His stomach twists into a bundle of knots but the words come regardless. 

“I see you, Spider.” 

Silence stretches between them but Spider’s eyes remain trained on him, pupils blown wide and breath stilled. A new form of anxiety settles itself as the seconds pass without a clear breath coming from him. 

“You do not have to say anything. I have only begun courting you after all. I simply thought you should kno-” 

Spiders cuts him off with a shake of his head, breath finally exhaled. Nothing, however, matches the horror Zhali feels as the boy reaches to lift his mask. 

“No Spider-” He catches his wrist.

“It’s ok.” Spider gently pries the hand from his wrist before taking a deep breath in. 

The mask is carefully slipped from his face but Spider gives him a reassuring smile when he spots the concern written over Zhali’s face. And then, the space between them decreases slowly, the boy’s face inching closer to his own until their noses brush. Those big doe eyes flicker between his own heated gaze and lips.

The first point of contact is hesitant and slow, but there is a certain tenderness to that gentle swipe of lips. Spider’s lips are so much smaller than his own, but ever so soft. So many moments have led to this one but his heart continues to race, ever so worried about hurting the small tawtute. 

It is Spider, however, that pushes it forward, small tongue swiping at his bottom lip. Zhali allows him. He gives the boy of his dreams access, gives him the world because there is nothing else he can manage to do, not when his wildest fantasies are coming true. Leisurely they each explore one another and melt into the kiss. 

He cups Spider face tenderly, hands easily covering each side of his head. He even allows his fingers to softly explore through the sunshine mane. Spider’s hands are more cautious, but every area they trace over has Zhali’s tail swinging back and forth exuberantly. 

In some ways this kiss is nothing in comparison to the other sexual rendezvous Zhali has experienced and yet it feels more intimate. Like finally having access to a beautiful masterpiece kept behind glass for so long. Finally getting to cherish Spider’s beautiful face instead of observing from a distance. 

At the first jerk of Spider’s chest, Zhali sternly repositions the mask over his face. His emotions swirl from pure elation to trepidation as he waits to hear that first breath. 

Spider lets out a small gasp for air, cheeks tinting as his chest expands and caves rapidly. Hands on the boy’s thighs, Zhali leans forward, eyes darting across the mysterious mask to make sure it is working properly. 

“Can you breathe?” He reaches forward to mess with the contraption, not that he has any idea how but he can’t help himself. 

“Yeah yeah…I can.” Spider lets out an airy laugh. “Well, mostly.” 

Zhali’s frown deepens urgency increasing but then he notices that dazed smile over the boy’s face. The giddy look in his eyes as that beautiful blush paints his cheeks once more. 

“It’s ok It’s ok.” Spider laughs, small hands prying Zhalil’s own off the mask. “I’m alright. Just a little overwhelmed.” 

“You promise, sevin?” Zhali sweetly pushes a few dreads away from Spider’s face, eyes studying him intently. 

Once again Zhali watches in awe as that tan skin quickly shifts to a darker shade of red, even traveling over Spider’s collarbones and chest. He follows that blossom of color downwards, eyes caught on the boy’s small nipples now perked in the cool air. He doesn’t try to hide the ogling, not now that the truth is out. 

“Y-yes.” Spider stutters.

“Good.” He breathes out, but his hands are already gliding over the soft skin of Spider’s sides. He takes in every reaction like a gift. The way the tawtute shivers when his ribcage is brushed, the way that blush only intensifies with Zhali’s darkening gaze, the way his nipples pebble under his long fingers as if they are aching to be touched. 

For so long Spider has been forbidden fruit. For even longer Zhali has dreamed of how this beautiful creature would feel in his hands, the sounds he could draw from him. Sitting here feels like a dream, one beyond his wildest imagination when a small groan escapes Spider. 

One hand dares to grip the boy’s left hip while the other swirls over one hardening nipple. Without a tail or ears it can be hard to read Spider but even Zhali can recognize the restraint his beautiful tawtute exhibits as his hips twitch and chest heaves. 

Spider’s eyes stray away from the intimate points of contact when Zhali leans forward to rest his temple against his. Breath fogs up the glass. 

“Spider”

“Yes?” He whispers. 

“Let me take care of you.” 

Spider’s thick lashes flutter rapidly as he visibly gulps. 

“But I….w-why?” He stutters, as if unable to process the concept. 

“Because you deserve it, sevin.” He squeezes his hip gently as Spider stares at him with big hazel eyes. A color that he could easily get lost in. Ones that goes greatly with Spider’s now swollen pink lips. 

He has never been so desperate to please such a beautiful being. 

“Let me make you feel good, yawne.” Spider’s eyes flutter closed when the Na’vi rakes his longer fingers through his hair. “Please, yawntutsyip.” 

Spider melts in the touch, letting the Na’vi cradle the back of his head. 

“Let me show you how I’d take care of you if you’d be mine.” His softly scratches along his scalp, delighting in the way Spider’s small form goes slack. 

A new spice intertwines with Spider’s scent, filling Zhali’s lungs until it has become his own personal drug. 

“Sevin?”

“Y-yes yes, ok yeah I-I…yes.” Spider exhales, words tumbling together. 

Zhali grins.

Spider is sure he’s hallucinating. So sure that somewhere in that fall he hit his head a little too hard and now suffers from delusions. It’s the only explanation he has to explain how this god of a Na’vi has decided to please him. The only way he can comprehend not only being allowed in his kelku but furthermore have those sharp teeth tracing over his abs. 

Looking down at the male who kisses and nips at his body like it’s art made just for him, Spider is content to let this hallucination continue. He will spend the rest of his life in this dream if it means staying cradled in his arms, if it means feeling that hot tongue explore his body intimately. 

True intimacy can be hard to come by for Spider.

Kiri tries and Jake will occasionally ruffle his hair but it does little to satiate what he really needs. Now, however, seems to be the worst time to realize how touch starved he is. It’s embarrassing how difficult it is to keep himself from squirming or God forbid even bucking up into every touch and kiss. 

It’s worse than being a teenager in his hammock trying to get himself off. At least then he was in the privacy of his own company but Zhali’s touch is like lightning in comparison to his own. His hands are so much larger that when the Na’vi goes to cup his head or slink down his chest, it covers the expanse easily. 

It’s when Zhali pushes him down with a hand to his chest that Spider realizes he might be into their size difference more than he anticipated. 

Neck craning to watch Zhali litter kisses along his lower abdomen, he burns in mortification when he spots his own boner through the green loincloth. He wants to believe that Zhali has not noticed this before but even he knows that Na’vi have greatly enhanced senses. 

Fuck, he most likely already can smell his arousal, let alone see it. 

His blunt teeth sink into his bottom lip harder as he holds back the jumble of moans that threaten to break loose. 

It’s pathetic. 

Already in adulthood and yet all it takes for him to rut like a hormonal teenager are a few well placed kisses and bites. 

Open mouthed kisses are meticulously placed along his v line until he has reached his right hip. Something sharp draws along his skin and Spider sees the  Na’vi’s teeth bared. Their eyes connect for a moment and it appears to be all the confirmation that Zhali requires before he takes the plush flesh into his mouth and sucks hard. 

A shocked cry falls from Spider’s lips as his back arches. 

Pain and pleasure dance together in symphony when those impressive teeth come into play. What has his legs shaking, however, is the knowledge that it will leave a mark. Even humans know what such a display means.

A marking to show he is being courted.

A marking to show that he is wanted and desired by a male prospect. 

“Am I hurting you, sevin?”

It takes a moment for the words to register.

“Wh- oh no no. You’re not.” 

“Hm, good.” Looking up through his lashes Zhali keeps their gazes pinned as he lays a tender kiss over the new mark. Those lips skate over his skin until reaching the intricate ties of his loincloth. 

Hands holding the male’s thighs apart, Zhali carefully secures a tie between his teeth and begins to pull. Watching that knot unravel feels like the longest seconds of Spider’s life. He isn’t sure if he needs it to speed up or slow down because his brain can hardly process what is to come. 

It isn’t his first time being bare before a Na’vi. Admittedly, other Na’vi, even among the Metkayina have had their curiosity sparked by Spider. Some shuffled him away with a rushed exploration and desperate touching that became all the sex life Spider had ever known. However, those had only left him unsatisfied and lonely again at the end of the night. 

This is different, however. 

Zhali, although curious, doesn’t explore him for his own pleasure but rather Spider’s.

He takes in every new discovery and change like a masterpiece meant to be worshiped. He watches for the slightest flinch to signal a change and the smallest twitches of pleasure to indicate what spikes the boy’s pleasure. 

And when the silky loincloth falls away, the same one that Zhali had spent weeks carefully crafting especially for him, he doesn’t rush to grip or stroke. His heated gaze is the first thing to caress him, and then his voice.

“So magnificent, my tawtute.”

Spider can already feel himself trembling. This new emotion bubbling forward does not make it easier to gather restraint, to stop himself from appearing like a desperate lonely fool in front of this gorgeous man. 

Zhali kisses right next to the base and Spider forces himself to look away. 

This gentle worship does things to him that he could never have imagined and therefore could never have prepared for. He can’t watch this any longer without losing the reins. 

He can feel himself twitch as soft kisses are placed one by one around the base until every inch has been covered. Toes curling, Spider attempts to slow down his heartbeat. 

“Spider”

“Huh?”

He peaks to find Zhali looking up at him, large golden orbs taking in every flinch in his expression. 

“I am not hurting you?” He checks again.

“No no, of course not.” Spider chokes out, ears growing hot at the tremor in his voice. 

“Hm, I see.” He hums before his fingertips start drawing soft patterns over his hips. “You are tense, sevin.” 

His stomach flips.

“Fuck, yeah I know, I-I’m sorry. I understand if-”

Zhali hushes him sweetly, crawling forward to cup his face once more. 

“Spider,” His name from Zhali’s lips sounds like a song. “Do you want this?”

He doesn’t enjoy how fast he is nodding his head.

“Yes. I do, shit yeah I do. I’ll keep it together, I'm sorry.”

Zhali is shaking his head before he can even finish the sentence. 

“Sevin, do not apologize.” Zhali’s slim tail wraps itself around his calf and Spider has to hide the tremor along his lips. “I only need one thing from you.”

Spider gulps, leaning forward and ready to take the criticism. 

“I need you to relax.”

Spider flushes, fighting back the urge to gulp down the knot in his throat. 

“Yeah o-okay.”

Zhali is less than convinced but a warm smile crosses his lips. His fingers intertwine with the boy’s hair once more before he is raking them through those golden locks. The reaction is immediate, pleasurable shivers dissipating through Spider’s body. 

Never before had he realized how sensitive he is to this gesture but now with those gentle movements massaging his scalp, Spider feels like he could melt into molten gold. Zhali runs his face along the curve of his neck, marking him with his scent. 

The hand in his hair is used to tilt Spider’s head back and give him better access. A breath wooshes from the boy’s lungs. 

“Just focus on what you feel, sevin.” 

Soft lips lay a kiss behind his ear. 

“What feels good,” Zhali continues. 

Another kiss, this time to his pulse point. 

“What feels different.” 

Zhali’s textured tongue drags along his skin languidly. Spider hardly registers his own groan as he lets his weight fall into the Na’vi embrace. 

“What you want more of.” 

When the male begins sucking a hickey into the side of his neck, Spider can no longer keep a cap on his noises. A string of whines and moans fall from his lips as he finds rest in the moment. Eyes closed and mouth agape, he forgets where he is.

He forgets who he is. 

He forgets who he is not.

And Spider lets each exhilarating sensation guide his decisions. 

“Good boy.” Zhali whispers warmly against his pulse, licking over the mark to soothe. 

His hands firmly run down Spider’s sides, squeezing it greedily until his presence can not be forgotten. Taking control of every curve and line, Zhali plays him like an instrument. Spider lays back against the matt, golden hair creating a crown around him. Hazel eyes dilate before fluttering closed when soft kisses are left along his inner thighs. 

Sounds erupt from him that Spider doesn’t recognize when Zhali’s tongue begins exploring his length. His body buzzes with a new energy, nerves a lit with every swoop and swirl of that talented tongue. 

And even though his hips twitch in silent request for more, Spiders swears that he could live in the moment forever. 

“Such beautiful sounds, oeyä tawtute.” 

The compliment floods his cheeks and tugs at his chest. There is no longer room for self doubt as praises fall freely between the beautiful exploration of Zhali’s mouth. Every concern is hushed before it can fully bloom. 

“You taste so good, sevin. Don’t know how I went without you for so long.”

And then warmth encases his member in a rush. Zhali sucks his cock with such enthusiasm and vigor that it becomes difficult to see which partner enjoys themselves more. 

But it’s him.

Spider is sure it is him. 

He knows that there is no other Na’vi or human out there that feels the things he is feeling, that reaches such heights of ecstasy and passion in one night. He can’t fathom anyone else knowing the warmth, pleasure, and relief that washes over him. 

Nose to the boy’s navel, Zhali swirls his tongue around the boy’s base, easily able to take all of Spider within the warm cavern of his mouth. Spider’s hands shoot down and grab the Na’vi’s tied hair without thought. His fingers grip and tug at the neat bun until strands start to fall loose. 

“Oh fuck!” He shouts, blunts nails digging into his scalp. 

Zhali pulls back until his lips are sealed around only the bulbous tip. The point of his tongue runs over the slit brashly and Spider yanks on his hair. The action is rewarded with a carnal moan, the vibrations rocketing through the boy. 

Zhali likes to watch. Spider can feel those eyes trained on him without reprieve, no matter which way he squirms and bucks. At some point he feels strong hands pin his hips to the ground, forcing him to take the pleasure in its entirety. 

Spider isn’t used to the attention.

He isn’t used to the way Zhali mentally tracks his reactions and the actions associated with them. 

He isn’t used to the honey eyes drinking in the sight of him. 

But most of all, he isn’t used to being the center of attention.

It breaks him into a thousand pieces. 

His climax crashes so hard into him that his small hands search for something to ground him. They circle around Zhali’s kuru tugging as he spills into the male’s mouth. 

The sound that erupts from Zhali is unlike anything Spider has ever heard from him. So far from the polite, organized and formal male that he has known. It rings forth with a raspy texture and a deep serenade that sets his world on fire. 

Not a drop is wasted and Zhali doesn’t release his twitching length until Spider is pushing back his head. 

He falls limp against the mat, bowl pupils staring up at the world in a daze. He can briefly sense the careful precision Zhali takes to kiss every mark before running a warm cloth over him but it’s background noise to the symphony playing in his head. 

“Thank you, sevin.” 

That deep voice now with a raspy tint weaves into his consciousness as Spider revels in the tingling aftershock running through his body. He can only manage a lazy smile when Zhali comes up to check on him. 

“Just give me….give one minute and then I….I can help.” He manages to get out between pants. Zhali’s brows furrow until he sees the boy eyeing his tented loincloth. 

“You have done more than help today, tawtute. Given me more than I could have asked for.” And he grins so sincerely that Spider can’t fathom how the male could feel this way. In every sexual interaction he has had, there was always a return of the favor, that is assuming Spider finished in the first place. But Zhali looks at him like he hung the moon, eyes glimmering in delight as he wipes him down with a warm cloth.

“You…you don’t want me to touch you?” 

Zhali traces idle lines over Spider abs happily. 

“Of course I do, but how would that serve the proper purpose? I am courting you.” Zhali stands and begins preparing the hammock for them. He arranges extra pillows and blankets that Spider has never seen other Na’vi have before. In fact, there is a great deal of influence from Sky People culture present in the male’s kelku. Things that only a human would find necessary. 

Before he can protest, Spider is carried carefully to the hammock and laid across the Na’vi chest. He tucks a blanket around the boy’s hips, making sure it isn’t too tight but still brings the wet tawtute some warmth. 

“Although, I admit. This is out of order. It was supposed to be step twelve but do not worry. I will make sure not to skip over any. Fourteen steps to go.” He nods firmly, lips perking upwards.  

Spider’s brain sputters, head still fuzzy from the best orgasm of his life. Tonight feels like a dream, an absolute horny amazing romantic dream that his subconscious has whipped up. He can barely process the night’s turn of events, let alone this handsome male wanting to go through an extensive courting process all for him. 

“Fourteen? You….but…that is so much.” 

Zhali’s hairless brows furrow. 

“It’s hardly enough, sevin. It’s important that you have enough proof of my ability to provide, protect, and love before you make your choice. So you can weigh your options.” 

As if he has other options.

Who would surpass this?

Who has ever even tried?

Zhali continues to run his fingers through the human’s hair as he sighs happily, watching as Spider shifts closer. 

“I do not expect an answer now, sevin. But hopefully tonight is a start to convincing you.”

Rain pelting down on the kelku and wrapped in this amazing man’s arms, Spider’s eyes fill with tears again. 

To call it convincing would be an understatement. 

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You will forever be my always

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Summary: It's been months, and he's still obsessed.

Pairing: Tonowari/Omatikaya!Fem Reader

Word count: 4.7k

Overall warnings: teasing, hurt/comfort, implied character death, fluff, mourning, edging, eventual smut⚠️

All characters belong to Avatar, and all rights are reserved to me.

A/N: This is my second original fic. English is not my mother language so if I have many spelling mistakes, please let me know. Hope you liked it <3

posted on ao3

Tonowari had been heartbroken, years back, when his mate had died during childbirth. Both Ronal and her baby died at the same hour. The clan grieved the loss of their Tsahìk; Tsireya and Aonung grieved the loss of their mother; Tonowari grieved for his mate and lost baby. 

That was a long time ago, 4 years back. Tonowari’s grief came to a halt the moment he met you, the eldest Sully sibling, allowing your family to stay. 

“You there. Sully child,” he called out to you, waving you over. 

“Yes, Olo’eyktan. What is it?” 

He gestured for you to follow. You noticed the other Na’vi staring as you passed by. He led you inside the chieftain’s marui. There, he shut the door-like fabric and sighed. 

“Come here.” 

“Is there something wrong?” you asked. 

Not saying anything else, the Olo’eyktan closed the distance between you two. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. Before you could speak, your lips were captured by the chief’s. 

You stood there for a moment until you snapped out of it and moved away from him. “W-what are you doing?!” 

He didn’t move, his arms still wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. He finally spoke. His tone was harsh, but not mean. More pleading than anything else. 

“Give me a chance.” 

“What do you mean? A chance...?” you questioned, bewildered and still shocked from what had happened before. 

Tonowari let one of his arms slide. The hand he had on your waist was slowly placed around your back, pulling you even closer to him before his hand started to move upward. Instinctively, your eyes closed halfway and went to look at the floor, blushing. 

“A chance at happiness. Let me make you happy.” 

“But... I don’t understand, you...” 

He stopped his hand from continuing the path it was making and sighed, trying to keep himself composed, hoping for your cooperation. Hoping for your understanding. With another movement, both his hands went to your waist again, holding you firmly. 

“Look at me, please.” 

You looked up at him hesitantly. His eyes held a lot of feelings you couldn’t decipher. 

Tonowari’s hands tightened around your waist a little bit more. A hand lifted itself to your chin, raising your head as he stared straight in your eyes. 

“Let me love you. I’ve waited and searched far and wide for someone like you. Someone who understands the grief of losing their partner, of losing someone precious to their life. I see that person in you.” 

You stared at him in surprise. “How did you know...?” 

He smiled at your confusion. It was obvious he was getting through to you. He finally spoke again, still gripping your chin to keep you looking at him. 

“A person’s eyes speak volumes. There is so much pain in yours, and I know how you feel. The only way to make it better is to allow someone to ease it for you.” 

“Tonowari, I... I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” you whispered, half scared and half anxious. 

His grip on your chin tightened. He leaned closer to you, until only mere inches separated your bodies. His hands slowly started to wander to your hips. 

“Let me make you ready.” 

You gazed at him. His gorgeous ocean-blue eyes, his splendid tattoos decorating his face... He was undeniable beautiful. The truth is that he caught your attention from the moment you saw him the day your family got here, but he always seemed so untouchable, so intimidating and serious. Not that it didn’t stop you from having sinful thoughts for several nights though. 

His hand moved further down from your hips and up to your back again as he continued to pull you towards him. Tonowari then let go of your chin, moving his other hand towards your neck with his thumb rubbing circles over your skin as his face moved closer to yours. Your breaths became heavier the moment your lips almost touched each other. 

“W-wait... what i-if someone sees us?” 

He chuckled, pulling you closer to his body. His hands traveled back to your hips again as he spoke. 

“Let them see. I am the Olo’eyktan. I can do what I want... and I want you.” 

“B-but... my parents, my siblings, your kids -” 

“Forget about them.” His grip tightened even more... to the point it almost felt like a pinch, though it may have just been his strength. “They’ll forget about it too once we are together. Once I make you mine for lifetimes to come.” 

You felt your heart would eventually burst out of your body with the speed it was beating. Suddenly, you could no longer think straight. The more you thought about Tonowari's words, the less you wanted to think at all. The amount of stress you had been subjected to for the last days had been crushing you. Your parents' expectations, the need to check on your brothers and sisters, the return of the sky people, the worry for spider, being forced out of your home and having to adapt to a new environment where its people did nothing to help you nor make you feel welcome. Even your past relationship, while sharing mutual affection, felt more like a duty to the people than a free choice. You no longer wanted to think about it. For once, you chose to be selfish. Tonowari was right there, declaring his feelings for you and after that simple proposal, your already dazed mind just snapped as you gave in and kissed him 

Tonowari was surprised when your lips pressed against his. Your kiss was passionate, hot, and most importantly, filled with emotion. This wasn’t just some innocent crush; this was a deep and meaningful need for each other. His hand slid up further, gripping your hair a little bit. His other hand slid back down, to your back again, as he pulled you closer, pressing you against his body. 

You couldn’t help that small moan that escaped from your mouth, but you no longer cared about being subtle. He had given his word that you would not be disturbed, and any rational thoughts you held on to had disappeared from your mind the second his skin touched yours. 

His hand moved to your side, where he scooped you up from your waist. His lips never left yours, the intense feeling of lust and love both being satisfied at the same time. His other hand slid down once more, and this time landed on your rear... holding you tightly against him. His breathing was heavy, but he didn’t care. He was ready to spend a lifetime of pleasure with you by his side. 

While this experience was extremely pleasurable to you, you were running out of air. He had no problem; he was Metkayina after all. They could hold on to their breaths for Eywa knows how long. However, despite having spent weeks in the clan, you were still learning. And the fact that this whole... everything had caught you by surprise didn’t help. Regretfully, you separated your lips from his and your breath came back in soft but hoarse gasps. 

He was breathing heavily as well, though not as much as you. His grip on your rear and back loosened slightly. He didn’t want to suffocate you. 

Tonowari stared at you with desire, his eyes flickering from your face to your body. He was about to say something when a knock was heard on the door. He growled low in his throat, annoyed at the interruption. 

You were equally upset, but the logical part of you told you that this was to be expected. He was the Olo’eyktan, the leader of the clan. If his people needed him, he should be always open to help in any way possible. After slightly regaining your composure, you moved away from him. “You should go see what they want. It could be something serious.” 

He nodded, his grip finally loosening fully. His face was flushed with adrenaline, and despite the fact that he was irritated at the interruption, he knew that you were right. He took a deep breath, walking over to the door and flapping it open. 

While he left to deal with whatever had happened, you silently just stood there. You began to feel a little uncomfortable with the passing minutes. He was standing right outside the door, but it still felt weird to be inside his home. Having nothing to do but wait, your eyes unintentionally began to wander around. You knew it was wrong to peek at his personal things, but you felt like it was okay. Sort of. After all, you both had been kissing just a little while ago. While looking around, you could see Tsireya and Aonung's separate pods. You imagined being part of the leader's family gave you such benefits. You also saw spears held in the walls, different tools and furnitures. Nevertheless, one object under a blanket caught your attention. A leather headpiece carved with a big seashell on its front. 

That headpiece was actually the symbol of the Tsahìk of a Metkayina clan. Tonowari had hidden it before you entered, as he didn't want you to see him as just a leader looking for a replacement, but as a man who loved and cared for you. 

After a few minutes, Tonowari eventually returned, shutting the door behind him. As he stepped inside, his eyes caught sight of you standing near his children's pods, staring at the headpiece in your hands. He slowly walked over to you. 

“Did this belong to the previous Tsahìk?” 

Tonowari’s eyes widened when you asked that. He didn’t expect you to recognize it as part of his clan’s tradition, and it was rarely used outside of ceremonies. 

With a nod, he replied with a soft tone. 

“Yes, it did. My mate, Ronal... she wore it during her time as Tsahìk. That is, until her death. Sadly, my children never had a chance to witness their mother rule as Tsahìk.” 

You hummed in understanding. It made sense for him to keep it. Ronal had been Tsahìk of the Metkayina and his mate for years. Still... 

Tonowari realized how you were staring at the headpiece, and how your eyes were still unmoving. He walked closer and picked it up, gently placing it on your head. A sign of him naming you the future Tsahìk. 

He spoke, his hands placing themselves on your hips. 

“If everything is alright with you, would you... come spend the night with me in my quarters? That is, if you wish to... become my life partner.” 

Although you had accepted Tonowari's previous offer, this was too much. Especially after spending time in his home. You suddenly realized how much you didn't belong in that picture. He had two children the same age as your brothers and sisters. He had had a loving mate who he still loved; you could see it the instant he looked at the headpiece. He had a life made up, and you weren't sure how you fit in it. “Tonowari, you can't just name me the Tsahìk of your clan. I'm only an outsider, and you already have Tsireya as Tsakarem. Besides, I haven't even finished my training.” 

Tonowari sighed softly, your rejection hitting hard. It hurt to see how you did not believe yourself to be a good match for him. He had thought that, perhaps, after all this time, you would grow to care for him and love him to the point where you would accept his office. He was wrong. 

He slowly removed the headpiece from your head, placing the ceremonial piece on its previous place. Then, he turned around, walking over to a bag hanging from the ceiling, opening it and rummaging around. 

You said nothing, hoping he didn’t take it very badly. In the best case, you could just forget about this and go back to your normal lives. Or maybe see each other without formalizing anything. At worst, you didn’t know what he would do. He was truly a gentle person but having power over a whole clan made him dangerous if he wanted to be. You just hoped your family wouldn’t get involved in this. Or find out at all. 

After a few minutes, Tonowari took out something. He walked over to you, holding out a necklace in his hand. It was carved from a seashell, with the same emblem as the headpiece, though this one looked like it was made for you. 

“This is a tradition I wish to begin. All Metkayina Olo’eyktans give a carved necklace to their intended. It is a sign of the beginning of a formal relationship. You have yet to answer, though. Will you be my mate for lifetimes to come?” 

You stared at the necklace. Ot was beautiful, shining with various sea colors that made it look like some kind of precious relic. It appeared to be the perfect size for you, too. He must have somehow figured out your measurements. “I... It’s beautiful. I thank you, truly, I do, but... are you sure you want me?” 

Tonowari nodded silently as you stared at the necklace. It was indeed the perfect length. He had studied your measurements on the few occasions he had happened to meet you at close range. 

He smiled at your gratitude, but his smile turned into a sad frown as you continued your questioning. 

“Yes, I am sure. If there was a doubt in my mind, I wouldn’t be giving you this necklace. I know that you are afraid, that you are insecure about being a proper match for me. But know this; my heart desires you.” 

You sighed, feeling like your world was about to crumble depending on what you would decide. But, in the end, you had made your choice long before this conversation. “As mine does for you.” You turned around, waiting for him to place it on you. 

He nodded again and moved to place the necklace around your neck. He was careful, not wanting to accidentally hurt you in any way. After securing it, he took you by your hips again, pulling you close to him. 

“Now that you belong to me, let us celebrate. Come,” he opened the door to his pod, leading you inside. 

Your steps started hesitant, then slowly gaining confidence. As your father would say: to hell with it. The more you thought about it, the better your choices seemed. Both of you were lonely, filled with responsibilities and under lots of stress and feelings too complicated to comprehend. This was a logical decision. There was nothing wrong with it. He was the leader of the clan, so what? You were Tsahìk- in-training, learning from your grandmother back in the forest and firstborn daughter of Toruk Makto. He was decades older than you? Well, there was not much to fix there. After being named a hunter and officially an adult, and having actively participated in the war as both a fighter and a healer, you felt mature enough. Besides, your family had begged to be allowed to stay here; becoming Tsahìk could help cement the decision. 

The moment you entered his room, he closed the door behind you. He took you by your hand, leading you closer to his bed. His other hand went to your back again, tracing your curves with his fingers. His grip was firm, but the way he handled you was gentle, as if he feared hurting you. After your body made contact with the bed, he slowly laid next to you, pulling you into his arms. 

His eyes never left you. He was watching intently you, looking to see if you were ready for this... 

You exhaled heavily, opening your eyes to look at him. To really See him, which you did. You saw his tired but shining eyes, his scars obtained after arduous battles, his tattoos symbolizing multiple feats and memories. And you felt seen by him. Your insecurities, your weaknesses, your worries. Your emotions were like a wild current, indomitable and fierce, but he was the shore, gentle and sturdy, ready to receive you and adjust to you no matter the force you inflicted. He was your wall, your support. And you were his spark, like a river that stopped his heart from drying out and filled him with new affection at the same time. Without saying anything, you reached for your braids. 

His heart skipped a beat as he saw you unbraid your hair. You were beautiful. Your silky hair was just begging to be brushed, just begging to be run through with one’s fingers. The way you moved towards him told him just how much you wanted this. He pulled you back into his embrace, pulling your head towards his to rest on his shoulder. A few moments of quiet passed as he just sat there like that, enjoying the peacefulness of the presence of your body against his. 

“I want you, Tonowari.” 

Tonowari closed his eyes as you muttered those words. Hearing them was what he had been waiting for. When the silence came right after, he pulled you even closer to him. He was your Olo’eyktan now, which meant that you belonged to him, and he belonged to you. This had been his wish for a long time, but now, he would make those wishes come true. 

“I want you too.” 

You slowly brought your kuru forward, letting the tendrils slowly interweave together with his. Right there and then, you felt it. Everything he was. Everything he had been. And everything he wished to be. With you. You closed your eyes again in pleasure, resting your head against his broad chest while your hands gripped his arms. Despite your previous experiences, this feeling could not be compared to them. The feeling of choosing and being chosen freely, without duties or expectations in the middle. It was impossibly liberating. You opened your eyes, watching through your completely dilated pupils the way he held you close and listening to his hard breathing. 

Tonowari held you close, feeling your hands grip his arms and feeling your body press gently against his. His breathing sped up, just as yours did. 

Your hands were brushing against the scars in his body, making him shiver slightly from the sensation. His muscles tensed underneath your touch, making his body move closer to yours. His breathing grew more erratic as your fingers tightened into his body. 

With a soft moan, he pulled you even closer, his hands grazing against your lower back and sliding towards your hips. 

You remained clinging to him as he took out your top and bracelets and pulled the cord holding your loincloth together. You gasped, feeling the cold air hit your now naked body. Combined with the newly made bond, everything you experienced felt multiplied by a hundred. Through it, you could see how Tonowari was looking at you, and it was turning you on too much for you to handle it. 

Just looking at your body made him want you more than he ever had before. Your curves were hypnotic as they swayed with your movements. Your hips and breasts moved like waves on the ocean. Your skin was iridescent and soft, making him want to run his hands all over it. 

He put his hands around your waist, bringing you to the edge of the bed. He slid the loincloth off, his eyes never leaving you as he did. Once he saw you fully naked in front of him, his jaw dropped. You truly were flawless. 

“Tonowari... I need you.” 

The sound of your voice was all needed to hear to snap him out of his trance. He pulled himself back to reality and gently laid you down, his gaze never straying your body. He slowly removed his garments as well. As he dropped each piece of his clothing, he stared at his body, unable to tear his eyes away from it. Finally, when he was completely naked, his eyes locked with yours.  

“Say that again.” 

“I need you.” 

Those simple three words, when spoken with such desire, made his body respond to your command instantly. In a few swift moves, he was behind you. His hands gripped your hips tightly. His body against yours, pressing against your back, his hot breath was blowing on your neck. One hand squeezed tight against one of your tights, while the other hand brushed against your back. 

“Again.” 

“I need you; I need you, Tonowari, please.” 

“You will always have me. I am yours, and you are mine. No one else can take me away from you. No one else can lay a finger on you. Not without suffering the consequences. You and your family belong to me now, and I mean that not as your leader, but as your mate. We belong to each other and all that comes with that. No one else will have you, and I would never let anyone take you away from me.” 

His words made your already rapid-beating heart quicken its pace even more. “Wherever our fates take us. I will stay by your side – be it from the forest to the sea, from the start to the end of our time, together.” 

Tonowari smiled. He was happy to know that you would stay by his side, no matter where or when. He knew that having you was the best decision of his life. 

“You are mine. Now and forever. There are no boundaries between us. We will face everything together, and I trust you whole-heartedly. Now,” he gripped your hips tighter, if possible. “Show me just how much you need me.” 

“How would you like me to prove myself?” you asked in a seductive tone. 

“Make me feel like I’m yours. Make me feel loved. Make me want to hold onto you like I’m drowning and you’re my only saving grip. Make yourself mine. Show me how badly you want and need me. Be wild, be daring, be passionate.” 

“Very well.” You leaned to whisper in his ear. “I will make you feel loved unlike anyone ever has. I will make you mine. And we will be truly united for ages to come.” 

Tonowari's entire body tensed up as you whispered in his ear. His fingers gripped your hips even tighter. The way you spoke about making him feel, the way you spoke about making him yours, it was enough to make his body tremble in pleasure just from the words.  

"Words sound good and all, but let's see if you can back them up." 

His free hand went to your chin, and moved your face forward, his mouth meeting yours in a deeply passionate kiss. 

While the two lost yourselves in the kiss, you subtly moved your body to be on top of him, your core meeting something hard, which made you release a moan that was drown by his lips. 

He smirked at your subtle move, as he felt your soft body on top of him. He loved that you weren't shy with him, that you were willing to claim what you wanted. He loved the noise you made and quickly responded, his mouth taking over yours. He was lost in the moment, and he had no plans of stopping any time soon. 

“Will anyone else be interrupting us? Your children?” While you were willing to let it passmthe first time, you couldn’t guarantee the safety of the next person who dared to interrupt you. 

“My children will not enter without warning...” He paused to laugh at the suggestion of them just barging in, and he shook his head. They would never just walk in with something this sensitive going on. “But if they’re ever curious, I’ll inform you. A code only for you to know.” 

“Like what?” 

He gave you a mischievous smile, as he thought of a word for a code. His mind immediately went to your name, but that would be too obvious. So, he decided to use a word linked with your family and clan, one that no one outside of your family would know. 

“If they ever walk in, just say: Meyo Na'vi, yotulka.” 

“What does that stand for?” 

“It means Child of the Forest, my love. Only members of the Metkayina clan would know what that means.” 

“Mmm, I like it. And hearing it from you makes it even more special.” 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto him. Your hips were pressed tight against his, your chest pressed against his. His forehead rested onto yours, as he looked into your eyes. 

“I have something else that I'd like to say to you before we continue. Do you want to hear it?” 

“Of course.” 

He grabbed your hands and placed them on his chest, your fingers feeling his heartbeat. 

“This heart belongs to you, and only you. I pledge it to be yours and yours alone. If it stops beating, that is because I would be dead. It shall only beat fast when you are near, because it wants to be close to you. And when you touch it, it shall thump slowly for you, because you are my only desire. My only love. And nothing can ever replace you.” 

“Tonowari, I love your caring words and affectionate speeches, and Eywa knows I would do unspeakable things for you, but please. Do not make me wait any longer.” 

He chuckled at you being so impatient, and he took that as his cue to finally take control. He took hold of your hips, his hands on your thighs. And he began to move you. Slowly at first, he began to move you in a circular motion, his hips pressing against yours. The more they moved, the more the rhythm sped up, moving your bodies together in sync. 

You whined at the sensation. You had fantasized about this moment for days, but it still felt incomplete. You needed more, needed him, to complete the bond in both body and mine. And he knew it. “Tono...wari... ah.” 

The moment he heard your whine filled with desire, it was all he needed to hear. He was at your command, following every whim of your body. Every movement you made was the signal he needed to bring his movements in tune with yours. He leaned forward onto your neck, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. He bit gently on your neck, letting the sensation send chills throughout your body. 

“Ah! Please, Ma’Tono... I want you now.” 

The way you said his name sent a shiver down his spine, making him shudder in pleasure. Your body began to get him heated, making him want you even more. However, he just looked at you with a grin. You had said he spoke too much, so now he wished to tease you a little.  

“I like hearing you beg. Say it again.” 

“A-ah! Please!” 

Your desperation turned him on like no other. And he knew he'd have you screaming his name soon. 

“Still not a complete sentence. Say it again. And this time, say it like you really mean it. I want to hear it.” 

“Gah! Ma'Tonowari, I beg you. Grant me the honor of finally being able to join you, without any type of limit. Let our union be complete and we may be united until the end of our days. Let our bodies come together and the fruit of this exchange result in a new life” 

The moment you were done, he knew that the words that you felt towards him were more than just mere desire, but complete love and devotion as well. Your desire was his desire now. And it would always be that way. 

"The honor is mine to have you with me, my beloved. We are now one in flesh and in soul. This is our union. So, I command you, my love, to join with me, and let our union be perfected." 

“As you wish, my love.” And you dived in, eager to experience a future with him as your bodies became one. As your minds became one. Your love solidified in a moment, forever intertwined in a union that only they could truly understand. Their souls became one with their hearts beating in unison. And nothing would tear the bond they created. 

Vocabulary list: Marui (pods built in the giant mangrove-like trees alongside the shores and are protected from crashing waves by giant reef barriers), Tsahìk (head shaman, high priest, interpreter), Olo’eyktan (clan leader), Tsakarem (Tsahìk-in-traning), Toruk Makto (toruk rider), Kuru (neural queue)

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The Lost Sister of Pandora: A Tale of Jake Sully's Long-Lost Sister

Y/n Sully is Jake Sully's sister. Tom, Jake, and y/n were triplets, y/n and Tom went to Pandora but when Tom passed away Jake came in his place to be near his sister.

During the war y/n was hurt, her human body flat lined and they couldn't find her avatar but 15 years later they meet again.

How will the sullys react to meeting again after so long apart?

I'll be using my oc names)

Gun fire, explosions and fighting filled the air as the Navi fought the rda to protect their home. While Jake and Neytiri were on the ground fighting quaritch y/n was in the sky fighting the helicopters and fighter jets with her irkan hawk and the other flyers.

"Quaritch is dead I repeat quaritch is dead!" Jakes voice filed the radios making all the Navi cheer as the rda retreated.

"We did it the rda is retreating!" Y/n replied as she heard neytiri and Norm cheering along with the other Navi from their radios

Y/n yelped as she felt a Sharp pain in her chest as she slipped off her irkans back y/n looked at her chest and saw she had been shot.

"Y/n? Sis what happened? Y/n!!?" Jake's voice filled y/ns ear as she fell, y/n saw hawk flying towards her trying to get to her before her eyes closed.

~With Jake ~

Neytiri had rushed Jake to his sister's link unit only to see his sister had flat lined.

"No! NO! Y/N WAKE UP!" Jake yelled as they opened the unit lid. "How did this happen?! Why didn't you wake up, please I can't lose you too.." Jake cried as he held his sister in his arms

Neytiri watched in sadness as her human mate tried to wake his sister with no luck.

She had lost her sister, her home, her father, her mentor, and now she lost one of her closet friends.

Jake had lost his brother, he gave up his planet for Pandora, lost one of his friends and now lost his only family left

Neytiri hugged her mate as he cried.

~with y/n~

When y/n woke up it smelled like a healers den, y/n reached up and up her head before slowly opening her eyes.

Y/n froze when she saw her arm was blue, y/n quickly sat up which made pain shot through her chest making her gasp in pain.

After a minute the pain faded y/n was confused why was she still in her avatar body? If something happened to the avatar she was supposed to go back to her own body.

While y/n was caught up in her own mind she didn't notice two Navi enter.

"Aw you're awake I see" a gentle voice filled the silence making y/n jump and look towards the doorway to see two dark blue Navis.

One who looked like a tsahìk

and one familiar looking warrior

The warrior looked very familiar, but y/n couldn't figure out why. The tsahìk sat next to y/n

"I need you to lay back so I can check your wound" the tsahìk said as she opened her medical pouch.

Y/n nodded before laying back down and looking at the warrior who smiled at her

"Do you recognize me dream walker?" He asked y/n looked at him before she shook her head no

"You do look familiar.." y/n whispered the warrior chuckled

"You helped me before" the warrior said as he pointed to his ankle, which had a scar around it.

Y/n gasped as she remembered everything

~flash back~

a week after y/n had gotten her avatar she was exploring the North part of camp when she found a dark blue Navi caught in a rda bear like trap, the Navi was hostile towards her with a knife in his hand.

He was hurt and y/n didn't want him to get hurt worse so she put her hands up.

"Me.. help.. you" y/n spoke slowly she was still learning the language hoping it would calm him down enough for her to help him.

"Lumpe sweylu oe trust nga unil walker! (Why should I trust you dream walker)" The Navi hissed as he tried to struggle again

Y/n sighed she could only understand Lumpe and trust

'man I wish I had more time to understand this language' y/n thought to her self.

"Me.. help.. you" y/n said again with her arms still up as she crouched down a foot away from the Navi.

The Navi looked at her then at his foot before slowly lowering his knife but keeping in his hands before sitting down on the group

"Help me" the Navi replied y/n nodded before slowly making her way to his foot.

The Navi kept a sharp eye on y/ns movements as she got closer to him, y/n soon was next to the bear trap.

"Might.. hurt" y/n said the Navi nodded and y/n began to pull the trap open making the Navi hiss in pain.

Soon y/n was able to open the trap enough for the Navi to yank his foot out.

Y/n was able to wrap his foot up before

The Navi was back on his feet quickly with a limp before y/n could say anything he ran off, making y/n sigh in relief that she was still alive.

After that encounter the Navi would randomly show up whenever y/n was alone.

They soon became friends

"At'ok, my name is At'ok" the warrior said pointing at himself y/n smiled

"I'm y/n"

~end of flash back~

Y/n looked at him "At'ok" y/n flinched as the tsahík gently cleaned her wound.

The warrior smiled "yes dream walker and this is my mother Tsatseyri she is tsahík" At'ok said as I looked at his mother who just finished rewrapping my chest.

Tsatseyri smiled at me "hello dear, my son has spoke fondly of you since you saved him." Tsatseyri said with a teasing smile at her son who huffed.

"You'll need to stay here until you fully heal" Tsatseyri continued as she put her stuff away.

"But.." y/n started but Tsatseyri hushed her

"Hush child. You saved my son and we saved you. Once you heal you may leave. My mate Tasun the Olo'eyktan has agreed for you to stay." Tsatseyri said with a mom voice y/n nodded.

Tsatseyri soon left the den leaving y/n and At'ok alone.

While y/n healed she had gotten to meet the Olo'eyktan Tasun

Who was hesitant while meeting her but soon warmed up to her.

Y/n also helped Tsatseyri around the healers den when ever she wasn't resting.

When y/n wasnt helping Tsatseyri or resting she was by At'oks side.

Tasun and Tsatseyri watched from afar

"Ma Tasun, I think our son is in love. She might be a dream walker but she has the skills of a healer. She learns quickly" Tsatseyri said as she gently rubbed her mates arm, making him smile.

"You are right ma Tsatseyri, but she is getting better if our son doesn't say anything soon she'll leave and he'll be heartbroken. You saw how worried he was when he brought her here." Tasun said as he held his mates hand.

"I'll talk to her while you talk to our son?" Tsatseyri asked Tasun nodded in agreement.

~a few hours later~

Tasun had taken At'ok for some Olo'eyktan training while Tsatseyri asked y/n to help her in the healers den

Y/n sat in front of Tsatseyri crushing ingredients when Tsatseyri spoke up.

"So y/n tell me, what do you think of my son?" Tsatseyri asked

"Oh I think he's a great warrior, and a great guy. Why tsahík Tsatseyri?" Y/n asked the elder who smiled at her.

"He could take care of you if you stayed here" Tsatseyri said with a hopeful look.

Y/n felt her face heat up before looking away. " I couldn't do that to him. I'm a dream walker and I wouldn't want him to lose his title." Y/n said not looking at Tsatseyri.

Tsatseyri huffed before putting the ingredients down before talking y/ns hands in her own making y/n look at the elder.

"Child, we respect you, the clan respects you, ewya has brought you to us, my son loves you deeply. We would love for you to stay." Tsatseyri said sternly.

Y/n smiled she felt wanted.

Yes she had Jake but when Jake fell in love with neytiri he would push y/n aside. Y/n knew that her brother was in love and y/n wasn't the only important person in his life anymore but she always felt like she burdened her brother.

"If At'ok asks for me to stay I will. I love him and I don't want to leave him." Y/n said with tears in her eyes.

Tsatseyri gently rubbed y/ns cheeks with a gentle smile

"Give him time he's a bit slow just like his father" Tsatseyri teased making y/n chuckle.

~ Tasun and At'ok

While Tasun and At'ok sparred

"So a dream walker huh?" Tasun asked as At'ok blocked his hit

"What are you getting at father?" At'ok asked pushing Tasun's weapon back.

"I'm talking about how you look at y/n boy" Tasun replied making At'ok freeze only to be tripped by his father.

At'ok landed hard on the ground as his father pointed his weapon at him.

"I see how you look at her son. It's the same way I look at your mother" Tasun said with a chuckle before helping his son back to his feet.

"Father." At'ok warned making Tasun chuckle before signing

"Son, tell her how you feel. Do not wait you might lose her. So tell her how you feel." Tasun said gently patting his son's shoulder in approval.

At'ok smiled before running off to the healers den to talk to y/n.

~later~

Y/n and At'ok walked silently through the spirit trees side by side.

"Y/n." "At'ok"

Y/n and At'ok spoke at the same time, before chucking.

At'ok gently cupped y/ns hands "y/n listen- I... I see you" At'ok started y/n smiled "At'ok I see you"

At'ok smiled before gently placing his forehead against hers.

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Little Kitty - Neteyam X OC

Summary: Neteyam the rising Olo'eyktan. All he wanted to do was make his father proud. Well, that and to protect his human. Takala. The only human he would go out of his way to protect. Meeting the girl at a young age proved to be quite the achievement in Norms perspective. No matter how much Neteryi told Neteyam to stay away from the girl, he would ignore her and leave during the night. Neteyam's protectivness and need to be with Takala shows quite the problem when it comes to his family being in harms way.

Ch. 1, Ch. 2

Laying in her bed, the little girl curled up in the blankets searching for any warmth she could find.

"Takala." Spider yells opening curtain that separates her room from the rest of the lab. 

The three Na'vi kids standing behind him watching in curiosity at the other child they hadn't seen before.

"Shh. Spider." Norm whisper pushing him out of the make-shift room. "I'll get her." He grabs the blanket and pulls it carefull off the sleeping girl. "Time to wake up, Takala. There's people who want to see you."

Groaning softly, the girl turn her brown hair sticky up in all different directions. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hand and hum.

"It's cold in here, Norm." Her soft voice says.

The three Na'vi kids ear twitch and turn towards the girl voice, watching the curtain waiting for her to come out. 

"I know sweetheart, Ill go find our sweatshirt, while you meet the kids. How about that?"

"Ok." She hums, standing up out of her bed. Her curly hair a mess.

Pushing back the curtain Norm steps out walking off to find her sweatshirt.

"Takala." Spider whines. "Come onnn."

"I'm coming." She snaps, walking out from behind the curtain.

Smiling at the three Na'vi as they look her up and down. "Hi." She waves, causing them all to wave back, finding the small girl cute.

Smacking the back of Kiri's leg, spider runs off causing her to chase after him, Lo'ak following, wanting to cause trouble like always. Leaving Neteyam by himself with Takala.

Norm walks back, sweatshirt in hand. "Here you go sweetheart." He says. "Now just call if ou need anything else." Nodding she takes the sweatshirt and pulls in over he head, nuzzling into the warmth.

Her eyes move to the tall boy in front of her. "What's your name?" She smiles. The boy's eyes never seeming to leave her.

"Neteyam."

Smiling more she repeats. "Neteyam." He nods. "Why didn't you go with the others?"

Shrugging. "I'd rather get to know you." He crouches down, now sitting on the ground so she doesn't have to look up anymore.

Gasping. "Really!" He chuckles at her excited form.

"I'm Takala. How old are you?" Her head tilts watching his ear twitch.

"I'm Eleven."

"I'm turning 10 in a month" The girl smiles up at him. Her eyes grow wide as his ears twitch a bit.

Gasping softly she slowly reaches up towards them.

The blue Na'vi boy pulls her into his lap allowing her to touch his ears.

"You're like a kitty cat." She smiles, Neteyam smiling back not knowing what a ' kitty cat' was.

Rambling on about cats, she knows he doesn't understand though it felt nice to have someone actually listen to her.

"I love cats. They're so cute and small and fuzzy. I wish we could have a kitty here. I wouldn't be so alone all the time."

The boy watches her, unknowingly quietly purring. His chest slightly grumbling, his eyes closed in ecstasy at the feeling of her hands rubbing his ears. 

Takala's ears pick up the purr's causing her to giggle. "You're purring." She smiles.

Embarrassed his cheeks go red, opening his eyes to see her giggling. Her small body slightly shivering at the cold.

"Cold?" Neteyam asks wrapping his arms around her body tighter.

"You're s'warm." her voice mumbles as she nuzzles her head into his warm neck.

He chuckles starting to quietly purr again feeling her small breaths on his neck. He didn't know what this feeling was, but he liked it, now suddenly feeling very protective over the girl.

"Neteyam! Let's go!" Spider yells as Lo'ak, him, and Kiri run outside.

Sighing the blue boy picks Takala up and places her on the floor. Her lips form a pout as she looks up at him.

"You're leaving?" Disappointment clear in her voice.

The young boy slightly chuckles and nods. "Yes. But I promise I will visit you again."

Her pout deepening. "Ok."

He smiles, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. "Goodbye kitty."

"Bye." She waves watching him leave the lab.

Norm watches the two from his desk smiling as he continues his video document.

"Neteyam is growing an attachment to Takala. I wonder how he will react if she disappears for a few days. I'm going to try something new. I'm going to watch them for 3 weeks together and then take her away and not let him in for a week to see how he will react. If he reacts how I think he will I will have to tell Jake about his attachment before it is too late."

Walking outside, Neteyam catches up with Spider, Lo'ak, and Kiri. Looking down at Spider he asks.

"What's a kitty cat?" Confusion clear in his voice.

Spider laughs nudging Neteyam's shoulder. "It's a small warm-blooded animal with pointy ears like Na'vi. They're very cuddling creatures."

Neteyam hums. "Is it good when someone calls you one?"

"What? A cat?" Spider laughs. "I don't know." Before running to catch up to Kiri. Neteyam now by himself he sighs, confused at the new feelings he's feeling. 

Walking back into the lab Spider sees Takala looking through the glass chamber at the young avatar girl.

"Did you like my friends?" Spider asks causing Takala to jump up and down excitedly.

"Yessss. Especially Neteyam. He was very nice. He acted like a cat." She giggles. "He said hell visit me again. So, I wouldn't be alone."

"That's nice." Spider says walking away.

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✿✿All For Us✿✿

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Author’s Note - Hi everybody! I just want to give a pre-warning as this story will be violent! If it is not your cup of tea I apologize! But I just wanted to give an early fair warning! But anyways, I hope you enjoy the story!

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Summary - How could this happen? How did this happen? A family outing, a day to just let the stress from your duties fade away. A plan gone bad. What is the Sully Family going to do as they are now kidnapped? Will they ever be saved? Taken, held, afraid, and almost separated, the Sully’s fight their own Wars and demons as they try to make it past their struggles. Hoping to come together again.

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Warnings - violence, head injury, other injuries, shock, swearing, derogatory terms, unwanted touching, suggestive comments, one of the recoms is like super creepy, crying, kidnapping, screaming, praying, fighting, mentions of blood, mentions of killing, death threats, weapons, guns, knives, quaritch, attacking kids, hostages, held at gun point, pulling of queue, trauma, (is this angst?), bombings, technically a war?, resucing

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When you woke up this morning, you knew it was going to be a good day. It was a feeling you couldn’t shake off your bones.

You awoke happy, and so did your family. So your father had planned for you all to go for a swim, maybe to a stream, or to a secluded pond.

Wherever it was, you all wanted to spend time together, he mentioned the idea of making food so you could all have a picnic in the mean while.

Everyone was quick to agree. So right after breakfast, everybody was packing up their items, getting ready to go have fun for the day.

Before the whole family was able to leave, your father had to make a quick stop for a mini-meeting at Puo Relongtai’s hut. The second in command of the Warriors group, also, your boyfriend’s father!

Your father only asked the basics, if anything were to happen, just send a search party. Though it seemed harsh, it was a — unfortunately — normal request of all Na’vi who planned to leave for the day.

After their short conversation, you all joined back again at the ikran’s mounting spots, you knew the way to Azraa’s like the back of your hand.

When it was decided who Tuk was going to join on their ikran, you all flew. Away from the Hallelujah Mountains down to the forest. Playing small games of tag as you flipped and weaved around with your ikrans.

Once on the forest floor you departed with your ikrans as you caught the sight of a secluded pond. It was beautiful and perfect, good trees that kept a cool shade off to the side.

You swam, ate, danced, laughed. You were all having fun!

All having fun until you were not.

All until now.

Tuk claimed she had to use the bathroom, so you waited in front of the area she was using.

Your heart stopped as you heard a scream.

Her scream.

You rounded the tree immediately, looking for her only to be slammed onto the ground. Your head knocking the dense dirt with a loud thud.

It was a pain that went through your whole spine, your eyesight blurring immediately.

You were dazed, but you could still comprehend the other screams of struggles in the distance.

You weren’t left to think long enough. Your queue was pulled back so hard, it was being squeezed so tight. All you could do was wince in a small protest, not that it did much against your captor. Your nervous system was being interfered with and Eywa did it hurt.

The only thing you could have actually registered in that moment, the only thing you felt. It was only the rough hands in your hair, on your arms, the dirt you were being dragged through, the scrapes of small rocks on your legs.

Who are these people? Exiles? Tawtute? You hoped not.

You vision was clearing itself back up and you finally got the mind capacity to blink again. That when you realized where you were, and who was holding you.

To see 5-fingers and eyebrows on a Na’vi was unusual, though it became a bit more normal in the Omatikaya Clan due to Toruk Makto being originally a Dreamwalker. You on the other hand, hated seeing, even thinking, about Dreamwalkers.

Those people in their stupid green uniforms and their stupid big guns.

Those demons.

You let out a hiss of anger, though it sounded strangled and strained, you hope it got your point across.

The harsher tug on your kuru is not what you were expecting.

“Shut up. Wild bitch.” Your face is slammed back into the ground, rattling the bones in your body at the sheer force.

You hear other screams, screams of anger, but they’re all muffled.

Is it your parents? Are your parents here? Where are your siblings?

‘I can’t see anymore.’

There is a voice next to you, fading into your ears slowly.

“-/n. Y/n. Y/n open your eyes. Open your eyes please babygirl, please.” The light that accompanied your vision was too bright. You let out a small groan at the pain in your head.

“Y/n? Y/n you can hear me right?” The voice who was constantly fading in your ear was your father. He was calling out to you.

“Dad?” Your voice is shaky, knowing that your parents are here makes you just want to cry, but you chose to keep a brave face for your siblings.

You have to.

“She’s awake now, so keep your fucking mouth closed.” The voice was so rough, so rough and unforgiving.

“Don’t swear… Don’t swear in front of Tuk..” You mutter.

Is this what shock feels like? Living in a different part of your head and only watching the world from afar.

“What’d you say to me?” You feel a hand on the back of your neck, squeezing you as it pulled you up with no effort.

“Please. Please just leave her alone, she’s talking out of shock. Don’t hit her.” It’s your father talking again, you wish your father talked forever. You feel better when he talks.

Going against the Sun, you look up trying to observe the situation better now that your sat up.

You wished you had just kept your eyes closed.

It was a sight you did not want to be met with.

You felt angry, so angry.

Your family, your parents and siblings. Being held by their arms and kurus. They all looked so afraid, so scared and so sad.

There was no sound, it was just a radio silence as you all had basic background on what would happen if you were to talk.

You were scared to breathe.

The demons holding you took it upon themselves to talk with each other. Talk like they aren’t holding you captive.

“Rosario. When did boss man say he was coming?” The man holding you asked the man holding your father.

“Mh I don’t know, but I think with how far he is. I think he said it could take like almost a whole day to get over here or something.” The man named ‘Rosario’ shrugged.

“He can’t just expect for us to wait here, does he?” It was a woman who spoke next, the woman who had grabbed Tuk.

“I don’t know Bee, you know how he gets.” The voice of the man holding you vibrates behind you.

It’s too many people, too many people and you want to get away.

“Well Kilti, we all know how he gets. But I don’t have the patience for it.” Was that his name? Last or first? You do know that most people are called by their last names in any kind of force. It doesn’t matter.

You only know 3 out of the 7 people holding you all as hostages at this moment.

You don’t know who’s holding your mother, you don’t know who’s holding Neteyam, you don’t know who’s holding Kiri, and you don’t know who’s holding Lo’ak.

You look at your mother for a while, her silence in this situation is so uncharacteristic.. You would have expected her to jump up and kill all seven of them with her bare hands.

Is it because of their guns? Is she making a plan already?

The crackle of a radio is heard, a scratchy voice coming from the radio of the man holding Kiri.

“Cruz. Cruz come in, over.” The voice is unfamiliar, but you study your dads face to see if he can make out who it is.

Though his face doesn’t make any of recognition.

“I’m in, over.” This supposed, Cruz, replied.

“Take them and go back to the tent. Wait for us there. It’s too dangerous for you all to be out in the open like that. Who knows what those savages have planned.”

You wish you had the power to swipe everyone here, out. Who does that man think he is to call your people, your family, savages?

When you find out who that is, you’ll make sure to show how savage a Na’vi really could be.

“Alright, will do so, over.” After that, there’s no response. You wish that it was because whoever that man was, was killed.

You hoped that he was killed, killed by something, anything.

“You heard him. Now get up and let’s get moving.” It seems that this man, Kilti seems to have some sort of vendetta against your people, or just specifically, you.

He tugged you up harshly by your queue, forcing you forward by pushing the back of your head while holding your arms.

“When we get to the tents, we gotta cuff ‘em.” Kilti orders.

“While we���re walking, let’s think front or back!” They all laughed, and at the way your father’s ears folded down and he cringed his face.

It must have been some type of innuendo.

You sighed, raking your brain for any ideas you could to escape. But you came up with none. It was too dangerous, too dangerous in this environment to even speak.

“Y/n..” A voice shook from next you, causing you to turn your head quickly, regardless of the pain in your body.

It was Tuk.

“Oh Tuk, talk to me, it’s okay.” You nodded, encouraging her that she’ll be just fine.

“I’m scared Y/n.” Tuk’s eyes started to water, her bottom lip quivering.

You tried to make sure she didn’t cry too much or too loud. You don’t want to evoke any type of reaction from the demons holding you.

“Both of you, be quiet, we’re here.” The woman with the name, Bee, nodded her head to a tent in front of you.

It looked odd to you. It was not a hut, it was not inviting, welcoming, nor was it colorful. It was a place full of dread, a depressing aura all around it.

“Good that we came back now, I think it’s gonna start to get dark soon.” They all muttered in agreement, pushing you all inside of the tent one by one.

“So, where we tying their hands, front or back?” The one who had made the innuendo earlier asked.

Bee scrunched her face, “you’re such a weirdo Cosby, but we’re putting them in the front.”

“Alright then. Let’s go, into the corner. We’re putting these on you, if you try any kind of funny business, we will kill you.”

“Not if we kill you first.” Your mothers comment rang in the air, it stayed there, the words laying heavy in the room.

“Mom, mom please. Don’t say that right now it’s okay.” You were quick to try and mediate your mother. You should have known her silence was going to build up just to explode in anger over time.

You should have known, you should have known.

She was silent again, and you became more afraid. “Mama please?” You tried to fight back the tears that were almost willing to escape. But your mothers harsh stare at the man in front of you made your heart drop.

She had that insatiable look in her eyes. That look she gets when she’s getting ready for raids, that look she gets when she even thinks about Sky People.

“Dad, dad! Get her!” You started to freak out, scared your mother would have an unruly reaction and get all of you killed.

“Neytiri, look at me, look at me, please.” Your father held her face, the soldiers behind her tense with their guns.

“If you do anything, they’ll kill all of us. Please don’t do anything, okay?” Your mother sighed, closing her eyes, mumbling something. Maybe a prayer or a comment before nodding.

After that, they all lined you up to handcuff your hands in front of your body, each person had their person in front of them.

The weird one, Cosby, had picked you to be the one he handcuffed. And he was being so weird, making comments quietly as to not let your parents hear.

“Name’s Brent Cosby, unfortunate I have to tie your hands in the front. Would have been much more enjoyable to see the back of ‘ya.” As he said that, we ran his finger under your chin, making you move your head away from him.

“Don’t be like that girly, I like the front too!” He grossly winked at you. After he finally cuffed your wrists, you were all directed into a corner, put there to be on watch.

The man, Cruz, stood there with a gun aimed directly at all of you. Watching your every move.

“Mama!” Tuk ran into Neytiri’s arms, they both tried their best to give each other a hug.

Lo’ak and Kiri leaned onto Jake’s shoulders, Neteyam leaned onto yours.

“Are you okay?” You whispered against his head. Trying your best to put your arms around him from over his head.

“Are you okay? Y/n you got your head slammed onto the ground multiple times, your kuru was pulled on so much! You’re the most injured here.” Neteyam, technically scolded you, you let out a small chuckle as you really thought about it.

“I’m okay baby bro, promise.” You stuck out your ring finger awkwardly, trying your best to hold your pinky down.

“I’m not the baby.” Neteyam rolled his eyes, joining his ring finger in yours, a small smile on his face.

You smiled back at him, thankful that in this moment you were all okay and still together. Thankful that you were the one who had sustained the most injuries rather than any of your other siblings.

You took it for them.

You always would and always will.

You love them too much to let them get hurt. But to you there is no such thing as loving your family too much.

The time has evidently passed now by a few hours, the small rays of Sun that peeled through the top of the tent now gone as night time rolled around.

The voice from earlier crackled on someone else’s radio again, almost repeating the exact same words from before.

“Greene. Greene come in, over.” The voice was so grainy, so scratchy it made you feel more angry. Angry at the world angry at everybody.

“I’m in, over.” The man answered.

“We are almost there, make sure you have the hostages nice and ready. They’re not prepared for what boss man has in store. Hasn’t talked all day, those savages don’t know what they got coming for ‘em.”

Savages. Savages. Savages.

That’s all you were to them, that’s all you were to Sky People. Just savages who threw themselves around to kill people.

Your people are savages because they fought for their own land. Fought for a better freedom and to not live in fear.

In a way to fight a fit of anger, you pinched your ears, picking at the skin till it was too sensitive to take anymore.

Your family huddled closer due to the man’s very threatening tone, your mother’s snarls made you reluctant to look her way, although it was not even directed toward you.

“Dad.. What’s he going to do to us?” Tuk asked your father, all Jake could do was let out a small smile, rubbing her head.

“Nothing, he’s not gonna do anything to us okay Tuk?” She nodded, mirroring the smile Jake had.

She was still a child — you all are — but it was just how quick all of you had to grow up to know, he was going to do something to you all.

In about half an hour, heavy footsteps sounded from outside the tent. Your body tensing with each foot fall that became louder than the last.

Two figures emerged from the entrance of the tent, their eyes darting straight to all of you.

Tuk shivered at their glare, turning and burying her face into your shoulder.

Now you should pray.

Pray to Eywa that she would be the blessing to get you out of this mess, she would make a blessing come out of this mess.

You knew she would, Eywa never deceives any of her fellow children or creations.

“Eywa help us, allow us to get out of this place, allow us to go home, allow us to be a family. Get rid of the demons that plaque us everywhere, let my people be themselves.” You prayed, rocking back and forth, saying the prayer out loud so it can fly to Eywa, fly to her and let you be heard.

You don’t know what happened in the conversation between the two that walked in, and the seven other demons that took you.

But the face your father had as he seen who the man was. The supposed ‘boss man’ was his oldest enemy.

Your father’s face was full of terror, looking on in fear as if he had seen a monster.

Which he had.

“Quaritch.” You dad whispered, his eyes wide and lifted with shock.

“Sully.” The man winked cruelly, a smirk resting upon his thin lips.

“Don’t hurt my kids. Don’t hurt ‘em Miles. Take me, kill me. I’m the one you want, yeah?” Your father scoot forward, getting up from his knees to face Quaritch.

“Ma’jake! No!” Your mother was up next, the recoms that stood behind them gripped their guns tighter, some taking aim at your mother.

Scared of an authentic savage.

It made you angry. Enraged beyond relief.

“Don’t touch anybody.”

The room fell to silence, your parent’s heads turning to face you quickly. Confusion the only thing written on them.

“And who’s this, huh?”

“Don’t touch her Miles!” Your father tried to direct Quaritch’s attention back towards him, but the man was solely focused on you, waiting for your answer.

“I’m Toruk Makto’s daughter.” In response to you, Quaritch scrunched his face.

“You’re still keeping up with that Taktuk Maketo stuff? Thought you would have gotten over that already, Sully.” His English accent made you want to pull his face off.

He’s mocking your culture. Mocking you.

Mocking your father.

Your mother obviously felt that same way, a viscous snarl being directed towards him.

A small, red dot was what took your attention. A small red dot pointed directly on your mothers forehead. You followed the way of the light, the end coming at the top of a demon’s weapon.

Over the barrel of a gun.

Quaritch watched your eyes, seeing where your attention was directed. He waved his hand behind his back, signaling the person who aimed the gun — all of them — to stand down.

“What’s her name? Just tell me, yeah?” Quaritch looked at your dad, tilting his head. It must have meant something, something if your father made the face he did.

“It’s Y/n. Y/n Sully, and you better let my family go.” Your siblings breaths hitched, afraid that your tone might set one of the soldiers off.

“Y/n please, don’t do anything stupid, Y/n.” Neteyam was whispering behind you, hoping you wouldn’t do something that would cause you to be put in more harms way.

“Y/n huh?.. They all yours Sully? All these little “half-bloods” you got running around. Got a whole litter of ‘em, must have been getting busy while I was gone, aye?”

The way he spoke and the suggestive things he talked about, with multiple children present made you disgusted.

How could he act like this?

“Don’t talk like that.” You grit your teeth, your tone low as anger radiated off of you. Quaritch only let out a chuckle.

“Got a feisty one, eh? I like that.”

It was random, and you never could have expected it.

Expected what he did.

He grabbed the back of your head, reaching for your queue. You yelped at the burst of pressure through your body.

“No!” Your mother yelled, trying to lunge toward you. But a soldier stepped forward quickly, pointing the barrel of his gun to your mothers chest.

“This your daughter? Pretty little daughter, Taktuk Maketo, huh?�� He shook your head side-to-side.

Tuk screamed as she covered her eyes. She couldn’t deal with seeing her precious older sister being treated the way she was.

Kiri put Tuk under her arms, wrapping them around her as best she could.

Quickly, the siblings huddled together, closing their eyes, trying to silence the pained screams from their sister, the anguished yells of their mother, and the painful grunts of their father.

Their father who is trying so hard. Trying to keep both his wife from getting herself killed, and their daughter getting killed by a manic man with no sympathy.

They all stayed together, holding each other scared as tears fell from their closed eyes.

You were barely conscious, the whites of your eyes only being visible as your queue was still being pulled.

“She would make a good punching bag, wouldn’t she?” One of the male recoms said. The others mumbled in agreement, except Bee.

She was the only female one here right?

Maybe you could get her to help you.

As you made eye contact with her, you whispered quietly. Your voice raspy as it was laced with pain.

“Help me, help me please..” Tears were brimming your eyes as you didn’t know what to do.

But you had seen the pain in her face, her eyes holding hurt and sympathy as she looked at you.

You were scared. So, so scared.

When you were suddenly pulled to stand up straight, your balance obviously wobbly, you thought they were going to just shove you back towards your family. Done bothering you.

But you were wrong. Oh so painfully wrong.

“Let’s test out the material, eh?” You noticed that one of the male soldiers, Cosby, started getting into a position.

A punching form.

When you had realized, you realized to late. Your eyes widening. But before you could even register trying to move out the way, a blow to the side of your face knocked you to the floor.

Your vision was running in waves, the colors around you mixing together in waves.

The screams of sadness around you muffled, as well as the cheers from the soldiers.

“Get her up. Keep doing it.” Quaritch ordered, standing off to the side, his arms crossed over his chest as he only watched attentively.

Someone picked you up from under your arms, standing you back up, holding you straight as you started to topple forward.

You left your eyes close, not wanting to see when the man was going to hit you.

The side of your face was already bulging, pushing your eye closed from under it. A bruise spreading from your cheek to under your eye. Tears fell from your closed eyes.

Just as they had like your siblings.

Another punch landed onto your eye, the one that was already bruising. You fell to the floor, silent whimpers leaving your mouth as you held back your sobs.

Again, you were placed straight up. Your parents protests going unheard.

“Why are you doing this!? Why are you doing this to her!? Tìftang!” Your mother yelled, you father only held her, trying to hold her back and calm her down. Tears falling silently from his eyes.

This time you were punched in your jaw, being unprepared, you had accidentally bit your tongue.

Blood dripped from your mouth onto the soil in the tent, your tongue throbbed, already swelling.

Tara Bee — the only female recom there — hands shook. She didn’t want to see this. See a female go through something like this. She wanted to stop them, stop them from continuing this. But she wanted to live, she wanted to be able to live her life somehow past this.

But watching this hurt her soul.

So she closed her eyes and turned away, taking deep breaths.

When you were stood up again, knees trembling as you rocked every possible direction, you were able to pick out soft sounds outside.

It sounded like something hitting the floor? Or being dropped down. You heard it 4 separate times, seemingly all on one side of the tent.

Four small ‘plaps’ hitting the dirt outside.

When you were knocked down again, it wasn’t from a punch.

Something just blew up.

Your ears rang, and you brought your hands to cover them, trying to quiet the piercing noise.

There was a liquid coming down over your lip, dabbing your finger on it, you seen it was blood.

You weren’t shocked your nose was bleeding.

Where is your family? Where did those evil people go?

As you hearing had finally faded back in, you heard rushed voices. Screams of orders, screams of terror and… yips?

Yips.

Your people. Your people came to save you?

Through the smoke, you managed to make out seeing multiple figures moving. Who is who?

It didn’t matter did it? You were so tired. You just wanted to sleep, take a little nap.

Suddenly, hands were placed hastily onto your shoulders. Your eyes snapped open — the best they could — the swelling skin blocked most of your vision. But you were able to make out a blurry figure on top of you.

They had pointed ears and straight hair, you could make out blue skin from the moonlight. Their shoulders bare, something of a familiar shape hanging off of it.

“Y/n! Can you hear me!? Answer me please!” That voice. It was so familiar, who is this?

Awpxey.

Awpxey?

Your vision cleared, and you were face to face with your panicked boyfriend.

“Y/n please!” Tears streamed down his face as he held your hand to his chest.

“Awpxey..” You whispered with a small smile.

“Y/n, yes Y/n it’s me! It’s me, Awpxey!” His eyes brightened, his hand holding yours tighter.

“C’mon, I’m gonna get us out of here okay?” You didn’t have time to respond, he was already scooping you up bridal style, bringing you out the side of the blown up tent.

You could see the sky, it was so bright and beautiful. The moon nice and big looking back down at you. The exoplanets that were all visible glowing in the presence of their moon.

“I’m so tired Awpxey..” You spoke against his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat as he ran.

“I know you are Y/n, but it’s okay. Don’t close your eyes Y/n.” But it was too much.

How could you keep up with this?

Your eyes started to slowly close, every blink you took shutting them.

“Y/n? Y/n please, we’re almost back okay? Just keep them open please Y/n!” Awpxey’s legs picked up speed, running faster to the planned transportation point.

Before he was even able to take several more steps, you had fallen unconscious.

He decided to not try to wake you up, just keeping his focus on running you back to safety.

When he had arrived, multiple were waiting there, there ikrans and pa’li ready to do what they had to.

Healers quickly took to your side, cutting binds on your wrists off before doing a quick assess of your injuries.

“We need to head back, it is to dangerous to treat her hear.” Everybody agreed with the healer’s words, she couldn’t have stated it any better.

“She’ll come with me.” Awpxey nodded towards the rest as he placed you on his ikran, putting an extra strap from the ikran a saddle around the both of you and tying it. Holding you both close to each other.

The ride back felt like it was longer than any other ride before, when in reality it was only 2 minutes.

But when he entered High Camp, every thing was a rush. People were running to aid everybody.

But when you were noticed, being carried by Awpxey, someone had yelled.

“Y/n is here, Y/n is here!” And once again, Awpxey was flocked with people, and you were taken right out of his arms.

His mouth opened in shock and protest, but nothing came out. Nothing came out as he knew you needed that help.

What those things did to you was completely unforgiving. They truly are demons.

A hand came down on his shoulder, and turning around, he was met with Jake.

“Thank you. Thank you for gathering everybody to come save us.” Your father’s eyes were watering.

Awpxey nodded. “I-it’s okay, you’re welcome sir. I did what I knew was right.”

Jake patted his shoulder before walking away, heading into a tent where Awpxey was able to catch a small glimpse of the rest of your family.

You, no where to be found. You must have been in another tent, getting treated for your brutal wounds.

Awpxey sat down somewhere, placing his head in his hands.

He was scared, scared that you would somehow succumb to your injuries, and he would never be able to really talk to you again.

Hours passed, the atmosphere was a little more quiet but the movement of healers and other people walking around High Camp were still audible.

Time passed to the waking hours, the Sun started to rise and peeked through the headlines of the trees. The chirps of the daytime animals coming to life.

The silent steps of feet were heard, and Awpxey thought nothing of it although they were close. And then started to sound closer.

A tap on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts.

He looked up, meeting the eyes of a slightly older woman. Her voice soft as she pointed to the side.

“She is ready to see you.” The “she” in question did not have no time to be pondered on.

Awpxey stood quickly, his bones popping as his stiff body finally stood straight.

The woman led him a little ways away. The small walk helped refresh Awpxey as he was finally able to take some deep breaths in order to see you again.

Both Na’vis then approached a hut, small whispers and the soft clatters of clay pots audible from the inside.

She pulled the curtains on the entrance back, allowing Awpxey to enter first.

The sight he was met with broke him.

There you laid on a medical woven mat, barely conscious with your family around you.

When you were able to register the fact he had entered the hut, you gave him a smile.

A smile that broke his heart as he was able to see the true pain you were in. Your face was swollen to no end, red and purple marks littered across your face.

It was almost everywhere on you.

“Y/n..” He whispered, tears building lightly in his eyes. He stumbled towards you, his eyes only focused on you. He felt as if it was only you and him in the world at the moment.

“Hi Awpxey.” Your voice was quiet, rough and pained. And he had shushed you quietly, knowing that it hurt you.

“You do not have to speak to me Y/n.. I know you are safe now, please don’t hurt yourself trying to talk to me.” His hand reached gently to your head, trembling as he was scared he would hurt you.

He knew your face was a sensitive place to touch right now. But his touch on your head was lighter than an Atokirina, you barely felt it. But you felt even more safe knowing that he was also here, here and not injured elsewhere.

“I’m here for you okay?” And you nodded with a smile, knowing he would become worried if you even tried to speak.

You were safe now. Together with your family and your lover. Loved and protected, just as they were.

Hi everyone!! Thank you so much for reading this! I’m sorry if it came off as a like super violent fic that made you uncomfortable, trying to bother any of you is NEVER my intention!! All the recons here I made up myself except Wainfleet and Quaritch! Oh and, I’m a little excited also because I’m working on my Masterlisttt!! I apologize for any spelling mistakes!! But again! Thank you so much for reading and all the love 🤍!!

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Rebellion Pt.3

Word Count: 10.8k

Pairing- Sully family x f!sullyreader x na’vi oc (kinda)

Summary- Your going through a rebellion and how easy can it be for your siblings to keep all the stuff they see you doing a secret.

Warnings- argument with a parent, underage drug usage, underage drinking, kissing

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 (Discontinued)

A/N- i know i know its been a while for this one, but i hope you guys like it I plan of finishing it for you guys in like a week or two def more parts coming and if you like Tsm’siyu in this I have a masterlist for him two things written and feel free to req 💋

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Music blazed through the forest as drinks went around your small circle. Tonight would be the last night with the Omatikaya, your siblings managed to get kidnapped by some avatars and to keep you ‘safe’ your father is moving you all. Pulling you out of your mind Ao’zuk stumbled up holding what seemed to be his sixth cup of nectar. “Can’t believe it’s our last night partying with the Y/N Sully.” Ao’zuk said. It was a small group hangout, well not small, about twenty people smaller than usual talking and other things. “Oh shut up.” You say as he passes the pipe taking a deep hit, the burn hits the back of your throat spreading to your lungs. The smoke let out of your mouth clearing your throat afterward. Sitting the burnt out pipe down you watch as Ao’zuk pulls a bag out of his satchel and hands it to you. “What’s this?” You ask. “Some pollen in case that reef shit doesn't hit good.” He laughs as you let out a light hum. “Thank you Ao’.” You say before getting up and walking home.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that your father has decided that a reef clan would be safer rather than a forest clan. Forest clans will be the first place the RDA would look so naturally your father decided a reef clan would be best. You couldn’t say you were thrilled but you needed a change of scenery anyways.

When the morning came around you hadn’t gone to sleep when you got back so all of your bags were packed. You and your family walked away from the Tree of Spirits after the ceremony after your father transferred the responsibility and title of Olo’eyktan. Mounting your ikran Khal you look back at your friends, Ao’zuk stood in the front bringing his hand up waving you off with a tight smile on his face, giving him a grin you bow your head. Jake watched the interaction as he mounted his ikran, Bob. ''Y/N.'' He said and you turned to him. ''Time to go.'' He said, rolling your eyes you look back at the boy and say a silent farewell as you follow your family.

The weather getting to the reef clan was brutal, but you still rode through rain and wind. And finally it seemed you made it to the reef clan as your mother and father landed on a shore you and your siblings not long after. You were the last off of your ikran holding your satchel close to yourself as you observed your surroundings. Your father talked with the Olo'eyktan, it seemed the Tsahik wanted you to leave, but your father persisted. And then Ronal stepped forward grabbing Lo'ak' by the arm saying how weak you all would be, moving to Kiri she tugged on her tail, saying you would be slow. She made her way over to you and you straighten your back with a small smile on your face.

You were her height so you stared deep into her eyes. Her gaze was cold and penetrating as she finally lifted it off of you turning back to her husband. After a while you quit paying attention as you just look off into space, after a while the world went quiet and you couldn't see it was blurry. Those two seconds of peace quickly vanished as Lo'ak tapped your shoulder bringing you back to your mind. ''Hm?'' You reply, ''They granted uturu (sanctuary).'' He replied and you nodded and you got your bags off of Khal giving him a few love taps on his back making him purr. You laugh before following the chief's daughter, Tsireya, who would also be teaching you the way of water, whatever that meant.

''Here you go, I'll leave you to get comfortable, have a good day.'' She replied and you saw the way Lo'aks eyes lingered on the girl and that made you smile a little bit. ''This is good, this is great.'' Jake said the thudding of the carpets thrown down by Neytiri made everyone look at her as she went to sit down.

The following day your father sat everyone down before your first lesson and day on the island. He went over the rules, to be honest you weren't really listening to anything he was saying missing the parties and your friends, ''Sully's stick together.'' Everyone around you said and you pulled your eyes from the floor are rushed out of the mauri.

Tsireya was standing at the edge of the beach you ducked out before she could see you and walked in the opposite direction. ''Y/N?'' You hear Neteyam walk behind you and you turn around face with no readable emotion written on it. ''Yeah?'' You ask, he points to the others who were walking with Tsireya. ''Uh, yeah I'd rather be eaten by a palulukan.'' You say and he sighs. ''Just tell everyone to pretend I was there today.'' You tell him.

''And what will you be doing while the rest of us at least try and adapt?''

''Dunno might explore, y'know.'' You say as you begin to walk away.

''Tsk.'' Neteyam shook his head as you disappeared into the forest and out of his sight.

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Your arms held onto the branch as the fruit was in your mouth held onto by your teeth, your fingers began to slip and you looked down and sure of it there was at least a ten-foot drop. You take in a deep breath, breathing in the scent of the trees, the salty smell of the ocean, and your swing your legs letting go of the branch and jumping onto the tree that would ensure your safety. The fruit falls from my mouth and you curse, all that trouble just for it to be lost at the last second. Jumping down from the tree and to the solid ground you look at the sky and deem that it's time to head back to the village before everyone else makes it home.

As you make it to the home your siblings are walking up at the same time. Jumping behind them as if you've been there the entire time you all walk throughout the entryway.

Your father looks up and glances over all of you not suspecting a thing. Your mother picked up Tuk as she ran up to her and smiled before returning to the dinner she was preparing.

Kiri walked over to help your mother as Neteyam and Lo’ak sit down around the fire just like your father and talk about all the stuff that happened today.

“So what do you think of Awa’atlu Y/N?” Jake asked and your pulled from your thoughts that you dwelled in. “Oh, uh, it's cool if you like total isolation from.” You say making Tuk laugh and run to you jumping in your lap.

“Not funny.” Jake says.

“Really? Tuk thinks its pretty funny, don’t you Tuk?” You ask as you begin to tickle her sides unrelenting until she agrees. As she runs to your mother a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Can you at least try and make an effort to fit in.”

“I am.” You reply and he shakes his head.

“Then why did Neteyam tell me that you didn’t go to your lessons today.” He says, raising his eyebrows up in frustration. “It’s your first day!”

You turn your head to Neteyam and look at him and click your teeth. He tries to talk again but you just turn away and close the curtain not wanting this ‘talk’ to end in yet another screaming match between you and your father because you're ‘immature and selfish’.

Your mother tried to call you for dinner but you pretend to be asleep. You couldn't handle being in a room with both Neteyam and your father or you would actually combust with anger. Instead you laid on your sleeping mat getting comfortable for a short nap.

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Your eyes peeled open as you awoke for your nap. You get up quietly and look at your surroundings as best you can with the light the moon graces you. Four other bodies laid around you, your siblings obviously, breaking from your check around a twig snaps from outside your marui. Your ears perk in high alert, you crouch towards the window and open it slightly and to your surprise, no ranging animal or sky person, just a pair of teens going to a….. party.

The sides of your lips twitch up in excitement, you grab your bag and make sure your clothes look presentable before you go off.

It wasn’t hard finding the metkiyina teens as the music they played was loud enough for the clan to hear, it seems no one cares. “Cool…” you whisper as you step out of the dark trees into a clearing that was lit by a great bonfire as teens danced around along with the traditional music and drinks were passed and a few people took what looked to be blue and green pollen.

You walked around as if you belonged and no one seemed to care as a girl and boy danced around with you pulling you into the dance circle, you watched them dance and listened to the music letting you move as you pleased. Your peers around looked at you as you danced with them, a boy hands you a drink and makes a toast about something you have no clue about but you shoot the drink back and get to the girl that pulled you into the circle dancing with her until the song ended.

Sitting down on a bench with some random guys sitting next to you breathing heavily and really, really drunk. “You were good out there.” A deep voice catches you off guard as your cheeks heat up.

The man looked to be your age and he definitely was, big. Just one centimeter shorter than your father, and a tattoo wrapped around his large bicep that crawled up his neck. His hair long and curly only a small part kept up out of his face. And he was beautiful, his jawline sharp but his face soft and content.

“Thank you.” you reply.

“So, you do pollen?” One next to him asked.

The Metkayina definitely aren't shy when it comes to asking questions.

“Bro I told you to stop bringing that stuff.” The taller one scolds him but the other one just rolls his eyes. and then smiles at you.

“No it's fine, I do.”’I nonchalantly said, his smile widened and seemed to glow in the light the fire gave off.

His hand digs in a bag that you had not known was next to him, he hands you four small flowers, the same as the ones you saw before, blue and green. He gets himself the same amount, you tilt your head down once before taking the pollen. The other boy just shakes his head side to side. The taste wasn’t great, but you sat still waiting for the effects to kick in.

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The world's colors mixed and you felt as if you walked on air, the captivity of gravity no longer weighing you down. Your head, light as a feather, felt as if it was going to roll off your neck. “You like it?” The boy sitting next to you asked, the one who gave you the pollen was up playing a drinking game with a few others.

Looking at him your pupils blown so wide you couldn’t see the yellow in your eyes anymore. You smile lazily as you shake your head yes. He laughs before getting up and lending his hand out for you to take it. You look at his hand for a second noticing the jagged scar on his palm before you take his hand and get up, arms intertwined, the rest of the party follows, walking through the vast trees.

You could tell you were getting close to the village as the salty smell of the ocean became more fragrant the closer you got.

As you all step out of the trees you aren’t meeted with the maruis that were on the island but rather a secluded spot with nothing but a diving board and the ocean and a deep part of it.

A loud splash is what brought your attention from your surroundings. Following the one splash many more until almost everyone was in the water. The boy, you still hadn’t learned his name, he dragged you to the dock before looking at you sending a happy smile, his aquatic skin glimmering in the moonlight along with his freckles that were scattered along his body.

He jumped in the water splashing up against the dock. You looked down into the water and it was too dark to see anything.

“Come on forest girl, jump!” Someone yells and you step back a little before running and jumping off into the water.

When you made contact with the water and came up for air you sick in oxygen as the natural chill of the water surrounded your body.

You swam to the boy and used his shoulders as an anchor. “That was, that was….” you try to formalize what you were trying to say but you couldn’t. “Fun?” He asked and I looked at him and nodded, “Yeah fun.” You say over the louder people around you. You and him looked at each other and your eyes switched from his captivating blue iris boring into your soul to his full lips and his hands on your hips made your body heat up.

He leaned in and so did you, and finally you connected your lips to his. You know this probably isn’t a good idea because you're under the influence and he’s drunk but you couldn’t care less as your lips danced with his.

After a minute you pull away and he looks shocked and surprised which made you giggle. “What's your name?” You ask and he smiles once again. “Tsm’siyu, what about you?” He replies to you with a question of his own. “Y/N.”

“Beautiful.” Tsm’siyu says under his breath as he moves a loose hair out of your face making your smile drop and your stomach twist.

You ignored it and pulled him into another kiss hopefully to calm the new summons of nerves.

»»————-　♔　————-««

As you all get out of the water and squeeze the excess water off of yourselves. As everyone left to their own homes except for Tsm’siyu who told you he was going to walk you home.

You obviously denied but he wasn’t listening to the protest. “C’mon can’t have you passed out on the beach.” He says and you roll your eyes. “Fine.” you mutter, too out of it now.

As you made it a few feet from the back of your home you stop him. “Okay you stay here I’m gonna go in from the front.” You say and he nods and just before you go away he gives you a tiny kiss on the top of your wet hair.

You walked in the sand and onto the floor in front of your marui. And to your surprise your father, hands on his hips and a scowl on his face, was waiting for you. You sigh as you realize life here isn’t gonna be any easier.

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Neytiri x daughter!reader; Jake x daughter!reader; Sully Family x Fem!Reader

Summary: Despite leaving their homeland, Y/n holds onto her mother's values. However, tragedy strikes with Neteyam's death, shattering Y/n's innocence and sparking a raging fury within her, forever changing her carefree spirit.

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Emrey— Survive || OC & Sully Family

Chapter 12: You're A Coward

Summary:

The story about love and family, about beginning and end, about life and death. All shown equally and unfairly, for that is the way it was intended.

Follow the story of the Sully Family as they journey across the seas, seeking sanctuary, only to find war and death.

But they emrey— survive, because their family is their fortress.

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Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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It had taken a few days for them to prepare and pack. (It was actually four days, but who was counting?) The ceremony would take place on their last day, where her father would renounce his title as Olo’eyktan and pass it on to Tarsem, a resilient young warrior, one he and Mo'at deemed worthy of the title and responsibility. Niri'te didn't know much about him in the beginning, the first time she really interacted with him was during her Iknimaya a few odd years ago, where he had clasped her shoulder firmly when they returned from the hunt, pride in his eyes as he gave her a dazzling smile. Niri'te would be lying if she said she didn't feel a little flutter in her stomach at his grin, her pale cheeks burning as she smiled back. 

He had laughed, his hand clapping her shoulder, eyes shining with mirth.

And then he was off, celebrating with his friends as they gathered around the growing fire, which Niri'te steered well clear from, something about the licking flames stirring up old memories she didn't need tainting this joyous moment.

But that wasn't the last that she saw of him. Her cheeks would flush as he greeted her in passing, sometimes dropping what he was doing so he could talk to her, even if was just simple pleasantries. Still, it had made her feel warm, even if she didn't know why he was doing all of this. Maybe that's just how he is, Niri'te thought as she entered her family's marui for most likely the last time.

Packing up her belongings felt strange, like she wasn't really there, like she was watching someone else do it as she rolled up her sleeping mat, tying it off and putting it with everyone else's. There obviously were things she couldn't take, like her little collection of knickknacks that she acquired throughout her life, though she had lost most of them when the Sky People had first returned and burned their home to the ground, forcing them to move into High Camp. But despite herself, she placed a few into her pouch that she just couldn't leave behind, namely a bright river stone that she was planning to add to her song cord, a small tooth from Makita, and the first bracelet she had received from Tuk, the making of it was the joint effort of both Tuk and Lo'ak, but it was Tuk's idea, she just needed a little help.

Night had started to fall when she had considered herself finished, the pile of her family's belongings looking impossibly big, she wondered how they were going to fit everything on their ikrans. But that was tomorrow's problem.

With a sigh she turned away from the pile, exiting the marui and making her way to the communal sleeping area. It had been a while since she last slept there, often preferring the privacy of her family's tent that the large open area where most families slept together. Quickly she found her family's swaynivi, a large woven hammock that was suspended high off the ground, right in the middle surrounded by equally large hammocks. 

Now getting up there was part of the reason she seldom spent the night there, it being so high off the ground and basically in the middle of the rest of the hammocks, it was a bit of a hassle to get to it. And by the time she got there, she would be out of breath and heaving so loud that it caused people to stare, which she already didn't like given the way she looked. But tonight she would just have to power through it since she couldn't sleep in the marui, with it being used as the storage space for all their things til they leave. Making her way between the other families, most were already asleep, huddled close to their loved ones.

Niri'te tiptoed past them, trying to quiet her heavy breathing from the climb up, basically holding her breath til she could get it under control. Once she finally got there, she collapsed next to Lo'ak, who grumbled in his sleep, kicking her leg as he turned around. She laughed quietly, finally able to relax, her stiff back thankful after all the packing and lifting. 

She folded her hands over her stomach, her foot moving lightly from side to side as she started to doze off, her eyelids growing heavy as she stared up at the dark cavernous ceiling. It was quiet, peaceful. Still.

She sighed softly, closing her eyes, but sleep evaded her. Thoughts swarmed her mind, worrying, and racing. She missed Spider, surprisingly, even if they weren't such good friends, she feared for him, for what the Sky People could be doing to him right now. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Is he going hungry? Her brows furrowed as she worried, a sinking feeling in her chest. Anxiety started to build up, making her heart race, her hands shaking. Her tail twitched and her ears swivelled, picking up every sound as she silently panicked.

It was dark, but that was expected considering how late it was and the fact that there wasn't a lot of light coming in from the cave's openings. But wasn't like she minded it, actually preferring the dark. She had always found it comforting in a sense, when she was younger, she would revel in the inky night, when she could barely see her hand when she held it up to her face. She only really discovered this when the clan had moved to High Camp, away from the forests that glowed in the night, where it was never truly dark.

Here, in the dark, she found that it was hard to see, naturally, but that meant that others couldn't see as well. And if others couldn't see, then it would be harder for them to stop and stare at her, to point and whisper. They couldn't do that in the dark, because they couldn't see her.

And she liked that, very much. It soon got to the point where she was up all night where she would just... walk around, jump and run around, just exist in a place where she could just be. But soon her parents had started to notice, and the fear of getting caught and scolded by this cold and harsher version of her father made her stop. She stopped staying up late, stopped going out and living like it was only her. And that hurt. A lot.

But all good things must come to an end, is what she heard her father once said. One of her few good things came to an early end.

She shook her head, the anxiety that had built up in her chest was crushing her, her breaths short and quick. Eywa, why was she thinking about herself when Spider was literally taken, swept away by the Avatars and is probably being hurt by the humans? Why was she being so selfish? Spider is gone. And she might not ever see him again because her family is running away. Her heart pierced with pain, her short breaths were making her lungs burn. Yeah, she may not have been that close to Spider, might not have been friends with him, but she liked him. He was funny and weird and so different. He didn't act like the other humans, he was wilder, freer than the rest of them. And that had drawn her to him, she was starting to see why Kiri liked him so much, and when she had the opportunity to actually be his friend, he was taken away. And now she might never see him again.

Niri'te felt like the world closing in on her, becoming smaller and smaller. Her head started to spin as she forced air into her lungs, sitting up abruptly, making the hammock shake. Distantly she heard someone grumbling, the shifting of fabric as they moved, but she wasn't paying attention to that, her mind occupied by her swirling thoughts, all the whats and hows consuming her mind.

She stood up, her legs shaking slightly as she left the hammock, carefully making her way across the woven walkways. She had tried not to rush, but her head was swimming and she needed to get down from here, needed the ground, solid and affirming.

Once her feet had touched the cold rock, her shoulders slumped as she leaned against the wall, pressing her forehead to it as she relished in the coolness. Niri'te breathed deeply through her nose, her eyes shut tight as she tried to calm her mind. She stood there for a while, she didn't know how long but she had noticed her feet start to hurt, her legs cramping from having been tensed for so long. Niri'te lifted her head, basking in the darkness of the cave, her eyes still shut as she forced her body to relax.

Turning around and opening her eyes, Niri'te tried to make out what was around her. She could see a few dying fires spotted here and there, most likely left to smoulder after the family had prepared dinner and kept alight to chase away the cold that the night brought. She could see the labs in the distance, the usual sharp lights dimmed as the humans retired for the day, the floodlights outside shut off and soft lights spilling out from the windows.

Vaguely she remembered a conversation her father and Max had, but it had sounded more like a screaming match, their words being heard loud and clear throughout parts of High Camp.

"They took him," her father had started, his voice tense and controlled. She could imagine the look on his face as he broke the news to Max, his hands on his hips as he avoided eye contact, his head bowed as he shuffled from foot to foot, something she noticed Neteyam started to do when he was nervous or thinking too much. It was endearing in a way.

"Who took him?" Max had asked, his voice hesitant yet brimming with worry. Niri'te was sure he would have that guarded look on his face, his eyebrows drawn together as he set his jaw tightly.

"The RDA—" her father had barely started to speak before Max cut him off.

"The RDA?" Max bit, hissing his words. "How did that even happen!" 

"The kids went out without permission—"

"They what? Don't they know how dangerous it is?"

"I know, but they were caught by Quaritch and his team—"

"Quaritch is alive? I thought Neytiri killed him."

"And so did I! Now would you let me speak, please?" Jakesully sounded more annoyed at being interrupted than concerned at the news he was telling his friend. Niri'te could only imagine the look her father was giving the human scientist. She had begun to stalk closer to them, her curiosity getting the better of her.

She heard Max huff, imagining him crossing his arms as he stared up at Jakesully.

"Okay," he started, "Yesterday, the kids went out without permission, at first it was just to get out but then Lo'ak started to follow these tracks made by the RDA Avatars. I was told that Spider tried to stop him but Lo'ak wasn't listening."

Jakesully sighed, "They followed the tracks to the old shack, the one we used when we fled Hell's Gate. They found Quaritch there, and he was alive and an Avatar, leading his own team of Avatars."

"I thought that team died," Max said softly. There was a moment of silence where she was sure her father nodded, a look of sympathy on his face.

"That's when Lo'ak called in, telling me what was happening and who was with him. I told him to get out of there but they were caught, held hostage. When Neytiri and I got there, his team was holding guns to their heads, there wasn't much that we could do for them. I had Neytiri cause a distraction while I picked them off.

"Then a fight broke out and the kids ran off. I took Neteyam with me to find Lo'ak and Tuk. Neytiri had gone to find the twins and Spider, but before she could get to them, Quaritch was already there, he had Spider and Ri'te, both barely conscious. She could only get one shot in before they left, she had to choose, and she chose Ri'te."

Another pause. Niri'te could hear Max breathing deeply. She could only imagine what was going on in his head, to know that there was a chance that the boy he thought of as his son could have been saved but it was decided that someone else was more important. It must be breaking his heart, to know something like that.

"Don't hold it against Ri'te, or Neytiri, she was only—" 

"Stop Jake," Max said softly, "I, I don't,"

"I know," was all her father said.

"W–we have to get him back, we can't just leave him with them."

"Max, we don't have—"

"You don't get to tell me that."

"Please Max, there isn't,"

"Jake, you would be doing the same if it were your kids, so don't tell me what I can and can't do, alright?"

"I know Max, but the RDA's base is too heavily fortified for us to infiltrate."

"Then we think of something, I mean they can't have everything blocked off, right?"

"They do, everything you can think of, they got it covered and under constant surveillance."

"There's nothing for us to do," her father tried to console the frantic man.

"But we–we can't just, we can't just leave him, Jake, he's just a kid."

"He can take care of himself, I know he can, he'll just have to push through."

"You can't just push through what the RDA does to you! He's being held captive and is probably being hurt because they want information from him. Who knows what they could be doing to him!"

"Max, you gotta understand that—"

"No!" 

"Max,"

"He's my boy! I raised him and he's mine! You can't just tell me to leave him with them!" Max screamed, his voice cracking with emotion and conviction.

"I'm not telling you to leave him! I'm telling you to stay out of it and not try to get him back because he's as good as dead." Came her father's cold reply.

"No, I can't do that, he's my kid, I can't leave him there."

"Max, you gotta listen to me, there's no hope for Spider, for all we know the RDA's already had their shot at him and disposed of him, there's nothing we can do."

Niri'te couldn't believe the way her father was talking about Spider, like he was a stranger, like he wasn't the kid who had grown up with his children, become one of their closest friends and was basically the son of his own friends. She knew that before the war her father would not have acted like this, but she knew that the man he was back then was long gone, not to come back for even longer.

"You don't know that, you don't know anything!"

"Max please, I'm just trying to do what's best for the People."

"You would want to do the same if it were any of your kids," Max spat. Niri'te had never heard the man speak like that. Max had always been more reserved, the strong silent type that didn't need too many words to get their point across, and he rarely got mad too, no matter what anyone had done, he was forgiving like that. But now Niri'te could see that he won't be so forgiving this time.

"The need of the many outweighs the need of the few, right?" Max muttered, "I see how it is."

"Max wait," her father called out, but Max had already started to walk away, ignoring the calls of the man he once thought of as a friend.

The silence that followed after was tense, with Jakesully left standing there as his friend walked away.

Niri'te had watched as Max disappeared into the labs, the heavy door slamming shut behind him. If she had strained her ears, she could have heard him yelling, his furious words muffled by the thick metal walls.

A cold breeze drifted past her, sending a shiver down her spine. Goosebumps travelled up her arms as she wrapped her shawl closer around her, wincing as she did so, the tender flesh of her neck thrumming with a sharp pain. Niri'te had almost forgotten about it, the cut on her neck, though it wasn't very deep it had still bled so profusely that her grandmother had thought that she might not make it. The tsahìk had stuffed the wound with various herbs, to clot the blood and encourage the body to heal faster, but the blood flow was too heavy, quickly pooling under Niri'te's head as it oozed down her neck, the puddle dark and sluggishly growing bigger.

Her mother was helping too, keeping a cloth pressed tightly against the cut, trying to ignore how her daughter would hiss and wince every time she so much as moved the cloth, or even when her fingers gave the slightest twitch. Neytiri couldn't even look at her daughter, refusing to see her pale skin stained with blood, face wrought in pain. It was a scene too close to the one she saw when Neteyam and the twins had gone to explore when they were younger, Kiri coming back to tell them Ri'te was hurt, seeing her little girl sprawled on the ground, her blood flowing like rivers through the earth.

Niri'te shook out the stiffness in her back, standing up from where she had crouched down, something she usually did when she was lost in thought. She felt weary all of a sudden, her limbs growing heavy, her eyes burning with fatigue. She felt so tired.

She looked back to the collection of swaynivis, weighing the options in her mind. She could go back, climb up the bridge in the dark, with nothing but the sparse glow of the moons to light her way, or she could stay down here, light a little fire by her family's marui, and spend the rest of the night there, warmed by the fire and as close to the ground as she could possibly be while being inside a floating rock.

The breeze blew past again, brushing through her hair and seeping into her shawl. Second option it is then. Niri'te didn't want to think how colder the wind would be up by the swaynivis.

Soon she was sat by a little fire, just big enough to warm her. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, staring into the flickering flame before she noticed a figure moving towards her. She didn't react, assuming that they would just pass her by, but they didn't. Niri'te heard the sigh before the figure sat by the fire as well. She tore her eyes away, though a bit reluctant, to see who had chosen to sit with her.

It was Kiri, looking bored and tired as she put her chin in her hand, staring into the fore as Niri'te had done not just moments ago. She couldn't help but stiffen at the sight of her sister, just waiting for whatever cruelty that was sure to be unleashed upon her. 

But it didn't come, and she felt herself relaxed the slightest bit.

They sat like this, in mutual silence, for a while, not one of them really finding anything to say to the other.

Then Kiri sighed. "You're worried about him too, aren't you?" she asked quietly, not looking away from the licking flames.

Niri'te turned her head to look at her sister, a silent question on her face that Kiri couldn't see.

Kiri huffed when she didn't answer, finally looking at her. Her green eyes seemed to dance in the firelight. "Spider, I mean. You're worried about him too."

Niri'te didn't say anything as she nodded, feeling a tightness in her chest. She didn't know what to feel when Kiri looked at her like that, without that glint in her eye that spoke of her dislike for her twin. This time when Kiri looked at her, it seemed like there was this warmth to it, something Niri'te wasn't used to seeing directed at her.

"Did you hear Max and Dad's conversation?" there was this tone to her voice, sad yet resigned, like she had expected it.

Niri'te nodded again. "Who hasn't?" she asked sardonically, her lip curling in silent anger. She still couldn't believe what her father had said to one of his oldest friends.

Kiri surprised her with a laugh, rolling her eyes at Niri'te's uncharacteristically sarcastic tone. She didn't expect it, and had startled huffed laughter from her.

Niri'te felt herself smile a little, glad to get a reaction from Kiri that wasn't a sneer or an insult.

But there was a question that was bubbling up inside her, she wanted to ask it so desperately, but she didn't want to disrupt this tentative moment.

"What are you doing here?" Kiri asked, seemingly taking the words from her mouth. She was still looking a her, her furred brows pulled together as her green eyes squinted at her.

Niri'te didn't say anything at once, turning her gaze back to the fire, which had grown dimmer since Kiri arrived. Silently she reached for the little pile of firewood next to her, throwing it into the fire and watching as the embers jumped and the fresh wood crackled with heat.

Finally, as she watched the flames lick at the wood, she mumbled her reply. "Couldn't sleep."

She heard Kiri huff, certain that she was rolling her eyes as well. "Yeah, I can see that, but what I'm asking is what are you doing down here?"

Niri'te glanced at her sister, feeling a little queasy as she recalled the anxiety that had built up in her chest. And she looked away just as quickly, unable to handle Kiri's searching gaze. "I don't really like heights, and it was a bit cold up there," Niri'te found herself saying, her hands unconsciously rubbing her arms.

She didn't see the way Kiri tensed, how she looked away from her with a frown and saddened eyes. If she did, she would know why without a doubt.

The silence stretched between them, suddenly awkward and stifling, far from the somewhat calm one they had earlier. 

Niri'te couldn't stand it any longer, the urge to say something was burning her tongue, but she had no idea what to say. Should she try and salvage the awkward silence with a question about the weather? Or would that be stupid? Should she tell Kiri about this one thing that happened to Lo'ak a few weeks ago that she could use to blackmail him? Or would that be unfair to Lo'ak, he had sworn her to secrecy after all.

The silence was starting to get to her, fidgeting with her shawl strings as she stared into the dying flames. She would have to add some more wood to it soon, lest she allow it to die out. 

"I'm sorry," Niri'te started suddenly, eyes resolutely kept in front of her.

She saw Kiri look at her from the corner of her eye, her back straightened from its slouched position, as if she were actually listening to what Niri'te had to say, confusion on her face.

"For, uh," she faltered, trying to find the words her stupid mouth had decided to say. "For, for lunging at you, um, earlier, when we were uh, you know." She shrugged one shoulder and quickly glanced at her sister, her words failing her tremendously. She was surprised to find a slight smile on Kiri's face, so small it was just a quirk of the corner of her mouth, but she knew her sister, unwilling as she was to admit it. She could tell.

Niri'te returned an unsure smile, but it felt more like a grimace as she tried to understand. Wasn't Kiri mad? She had every right to be, especially at how she reacted in the first place, all hissing and glaring, Niri'te was sure that Kiri was going to come for her in her sleep.

But Kiri only huffed, this one much different to the plenty she's prone to whenever she's annoyed or mad, no, this one seemed like she was laughing. Kiri was laughing at her. Was this her trying to cover up her seething anger about being tackled by Niri'te but she was trying not to seem mad so she could pounce at Niri'te when she least expected it?

No, you're being stupid, a voice whispered in her mind, a mixture of her voice and somebody else's.

"It's cool," Kiri said softly, laughter still in her voice. She brought up a hand and ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at a knot at the back of her head. She winced, pulling her hand away so she could pick at the knot with her fingers.

Seeing an opportunity, Niri'te carefully reached out. "You want some help?"

Niri'te has always had a strained relationship with her sister, never really getting along with each other, it was never what people expected when they found out that they were twins, because surely, if the two were born together, raised together, grown together, they would be inseparable, attached at the hip. Sometimes Niri'te wished it were like that, where she and Kiri would be like best friends, like Neteyam and Lo'ak, or herself and Lo'ak. She really just wanted even a semblance of a relationship with Kiri.

Kiri looked at her, her face unreadable, tail flicking.

"Sure," 

Tension released from Niri'te's shoulders, her lungs burning from when she had held her breath and finally exhaled in a rush of relief.

Hesitantly Niri'te stood and made her way to Kiri's side, hands trembling the slightest bit as she began to work the knot with her fingers.

Silence filled the air, the occasional crackle of the dying flames the only reprieve to the quiet.

Niri'te didn't know what to do with herself. her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands trembled as they worked out the knots in Kiri's hair. She had gotten up to dig out a comb from the pile of their packed belongings, pulling it gently through Kiri's hair as she worked. Neither of them said anything, mostly out of not knowing what to say as to not wanting to talk.

"Do you," Kiri started, cutting herself off with a huff, like she was angry at herself for wanting to ask the question. "What do you think is gonna happen tomorrow? When we leave?" She turned her head to look at Niri'te, her eyes holding a careful vulnerability, like she was unsure if she could show this part of herself to Niri'te.

And Niri'te was unsure if she could answer the question, like if she gave the wrong answer it could shatter what little relationship they had built tonight. But if she didn't, it could be even worse than answering.

And the way Kiri asked the question, her voice small and uncertain, like a child when they knew the answer was hard to explain. Niri'te didn't know what to make of it.

Niri'te opened her mouth to speak, but her words failed in her throat, sticking to the sides like fresh tree sap.

"I think," she began again after a moment. "I think... that things are going to be different and..." She stopped, looking away from Kiri's intense gaze.

Her eyes flickered over to the dying flames, hands leaving Kiri's hair to place the last few logs into the fire, dusting off her hands before she resumed brushing Kiri's hair like it was second nature to her, like she has been doing it all her life. She didn't know what to make of this new familiarity either.

"And... that might not be a bad thing, maybe,"

She felt Kiri tense a little, her head tilting away from Niri'te's hands.

It's shattering now, she thought, what little we had is breaking apart.

Kiri turned to her, face half hidden in the shadows, but it didn't draw away the intensity of her eyes, the something that was burning in them that Niri'te didn't know what to do with.

She didn't know what to do with a lot of things.

"Why?" Kiri asked, voice quiet.

Niri'te stared dumbly. "Why what?"

"Why won't it be bad?" Kiri raised her voice slightly, conscious of the others sleeping close by. "It's like mom said, we're leaving everything we have ever known."

Niri'te tried to say something, but couldn't as Kiri stood, her shadow looming over her as she stood in front of the fire. She couldn't see Kiri's face, but she could feel the heat of her stare, the burning she was used to.

It's shattered, she thought, it's gone and I don't think it's going to come back.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but Kiri whipped around, feet kicking dirt into the fire before she stormed away, muttering under her breath.

Niri'te was taken aback by the suddenness, eyes still glued to where Kiri was looming over her before they followed after her, watching as the darkness swallowed her.

She was breathing fast, heart pounding as she came back to herself. With a dry mouth, she looked back to the fire, mind swirling and blinked.

What?

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The next morning brings a flurry of activity, the air itself alive with nervous energy. In a few short hours, they would be leaving.

Niri'te sat by the long dead fire, a numb indifference surrounding her as she stared at the sooty circle, ignorant of what was happening around her.

She felt someone sit beside her, pressing their shoulder to hers.

"Good morning," they said cheerfully, a stark opposite of what Niri'te was feeling right now.

When she didn't replay, nudged her, pulling her attention away from the dead fire.

Jakesully was giving her a strange look, one that was swirling with concern. She tried to smile at him, to ease his worries but all that she could manage was a tired grimace. She didn't really get any sleep last night.

'You alright?" her father asked, his arm coming over her shoulders to bring her to his side. He didn't comment on her icy skin, nor the tension that seeped from her.

Niri'te didn't say anything for a moment, turning her face into her father's neck. "Yeah," she said softly, pulling away slightly. "Just a little tired."

Jakesully smiled gently, but she could see the tightness in the corner of his eyes, the concern that hadn't left him yet.

He nudged her shoulder again before he stood with a sigh, twisting his neck as if to shake away stiffness. "Have you packed everything?"

Niri'te glanced up at him, then at the pile of luggage in front of her. She had spent most of the night staring at it after the fire had gone out, the outline seemed burned into her eyes. Wherever she looked, she saw it there, front and centre of her vision, looming and inescapable. She looked back at her father.

"Yeah, all the important stuff."

Jakesully nodded, his gaze set on the group gathering at one of the cave entrances. "Remember to have something to eat before we leave, alright sweetheart? It's a long trip."

Niri'te just smiled in response, watching her father walk away before she could even answer. Her heart did a funny thing, it jumped and clenched and stilled, all at the same time and left her a little breathless. Something sat heavy on her chest as her eyes began to burn, begging her to close them, just to get a little sleep before her life was turned upside down. Again.

She looked around, stubbornly ignoring the mass in front of her, which was something she should have done the night before, but what could she do about it now?

Niri'te sighed as she stood, twisting her neck in a similar fashion to her father, stretching her arms above her head as she felt the muscles in her back pull with a satisfying ache. Her arms felt lax as she lowered them, kicking her feet in front of her to get the blood flowing again. She can admit that she lost feeling in her legs some hours ago, but she didn't do much about it besides stretching one leg out before pulling it back again and repeating the action with the other.

She can also admit she only did it because she refused to stand up, as she had gotten strangely comfortable on the log.

The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, goosebumps rising over her arms. Eyes, watching her. She tried to shake it off, she was used to people watching her, from their quick glances to fully facing her as they stared. It was nothing new to her.

She tried to pretend that she didn't notice their gaze, but the weight of them unsettled her. She started to walk away when a hand brushed her arm, fingers catching in her shawl.

"Ri'te," a voice rumbled. She stiffened.

Turning she saw Tarsem staring down at her, face pinched. She said nothing as she stared up at him, a new feeling rising in her. Her face felt warm and the goosebumps spread further, up her neck, making her ears twitch with the feeling.

Tarsem tilted her head to the side slightly,  the corners of his mouth pulling down in a frown. Not that Niri'te was looking at his lips. no, definitely not. She just noticed it.

"Are you all right?" he asked, voice gentler, but still that smooth rumble from his chest.

Niri'te felt the words die in her throat, she could feel the warmth radiating off him, so close he was standing to her, and his hand was now tentatively holding her arm, like he wasn't sure his touch was welcome. She didn't notice how cold she had gotten throughout the night. She had a fire, yes, but it was a feeble thing, barely enough heat to truly warm her. There was a reason she never helped with making fires in the first place, not being able to make one that would last more than an hour, no matter what she did, the other reason... she didn't want to talk about it.

The hand on her arm tightened slightly, enough to bring her wandering mind back to the present.

"Ri'te?" Tarsem sounded a little worried now. Oh Eywa, she must truly be a sight to have him acting this way. "Are you all right?" he repeated, his brow pinching.

Niri'te smiled up at him, stepping away, shivers ran across her skin as she did, no longer close enough to feel his warmth. She found that she missed it, strangely, but she wasn't surprised.

"I'm fine," she said, keeping her smile firmly in place, she didn't want to worry him further. "I just didn't sleep well."

Tarsem narrowed his eyes, clearly not believing her. His hand was still in the air from when he had been holding her arm, as if he'd forgotten about it.

"Are you sure?" he questioned, taking a small step closer.

If it were anyone else, Niri'te would have taken a step back, but she didn't. She could feel his warmth again, and she almost sighed, but instead, she wrapped her arms around her middle, something she usually does when she's uncomfortable.

Tarsem watches her closely, and she's reminded of the focused look his face would adopt when hunting, eyes trained on every small movement of the jungle. Every falling leave, every twitching branch.

Tarsem watches her closely, and he sees. His face does something strange. Niri'te almost missed the guilt and the touch of sadness that crossed his face as he took a step back, taking his warmth with him.

Did... did he feel bad for... for making her uncomfortable? He did. He did feel bad. But why?

Instead of dwelling on the thought, she buried it deep, somewhere close to the memories of visiting Grace with Kiri when they were younger. She takes it and she buries it deep.

"I'm fine, Tarsem," she said, voice coming out harder than she intended. 

She looked away, she didn't want to see the look on his face. She knew that he was only checking on her because he was worried, but why? Why was he doing it?

Niri'te chanced a glance at him, telling herself it was because she wanted to check if he was mad, nothing else.

But he wasn't, not in the slightest. He was concerned, and somehow that was even worse.

"I do not believe you, though," he started, keeping his distance, but he reached for her again. Niri'te didn't know if she should pull back or not. "You can tell me, Ri'te,"

There he goes again, being all concerned for her. Why?

She allowed his hand to brush against her arm, not sure if she wanted any more contact than that, even if it made her stomach flip and heart flutter, she didn't think she could handle it.

What was he expecting her to say? That it felt like every decision she made somehow caused something bad to happen? How it felt like she was a stranger to her own sister and that she was sure that whatever relationship they could have built was shattered the night before? How it felt like her whole life was crashing down around her ears?

Could she even tell him that?

She thinks she could, Tarsem had always been willing to listen whenever they talked, and had seemed interested in whatever she had to say, even if she was just complaining about the smallest of things.

But were they close enough? Close enough that she could bear her insecurities and troubles to him and not chase him away?

She didn't know, and that scared her a little.

Tarsem felt like the only friend that she'd really made, apart from her siblings and Spider. Thinking about Spider made her heart clench in a painful way.

"Tarsem, I'd love to talk, but I-I'm really busy right now," she shook her head, stepping away, not looking at Tarsem. "I got to pack," she gestured lamely to the marui, where most of her family's belongings were still stacked.

A light sparked in Tarsem's eyes, an eagerness filling him as he stepped towards her again. "I can help you pack," he offered, not waiting for her to answer as he grabbed one of the heavier crates from the pile. "Two hands are better than one."

He turned a blinding smile her way, the corners of his eyes crinkling and the lone dimple on his right cheek appearing.

"Um," Niri'te hesitated, reaching out an awkward hand as if to stop him. "I-I'm not sure if,"

Tarsem's smile dimmed slightly. "Do you not want the help?"

Niri'te's eyes widened. "No! No, that's not what I meant," she glanced at the crate in his hands. "It's just, I don't think my mother would like you handling her... personal items."

Something on Niri'te's face must have scared him a little, as his face paled slightly and hurriedly put the crate back down. Niri'te couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips, a hand coming up to cover her mouth.

A hidden smile graced Tarsem's lips, a warmth filling his chest as he turned his burning face away. That's better, he thought to himself.

After that little incident, Niri'te suggested they start moving the bigger items to where her parents ikrans were waiting, ready to be saddled to the great beasts. It was a bit slow going, with Tarsem being the only one of the two capable of easily handling the heavy crates, while Niri'te carried bunched-up bags and mats. It was an hour before the ceremony when the two finally finished, Niri'te tying one of her lighter bags to Makita's saddle, the ikran having come curiously poking around the growing pile of luggage as Niri'te and Tarsem ferried between there and the marui.

Niri'te laughed at the sight, Makita had her snout stuck in one of the bags, most likely sniffing around for food. She removed the bag from the creature's snout, still laughing as Tarsem came up to her, though a bit hesitant with Makita so close. He looked at her with a soft gaze, still flushed from all the moving, hair tousled slightly.

"I have to go now," he said, his voice back to that smooth rumble from earlier that morning. Niri'te felt her skin flush. "But I look forward to seeing you after the ceremony," he smiled, his hand coming to her shoulder, the warmth seeping through her shawl. He stared at her for a moment, a thoughtful look in his gaze. Before she could even realise what had happened, Tarsem's quick fingers reached up and caressed the shell of her ear, his touch scorching. 

"Goodbye, Ri'te," he said, turning and quickly disappearing between the hoards of people bustling throughout High Camp.

Numbly, Niri'te reached her hand up to her ear, to feel the ghost of Tarsem's touch. Her breath hitched in her throat when her brain had caught up with what had just happened. He... touched her ear. He touched her ear. 

Surely he must know what that meant, right? Right?

Quickly she looked around to see if anyone was staring, anyone who might have caught sight of that little moment.

One person did. She felt her face pale as her eyes met the bright green of her sister's. Kiri stared at her with an open-mouthed shock, frozen in place.

Oh no. Nonononononono.

She was one of the last people Niri'te wanted to have seen what Tarsem did. Why her?

Kiri all but dropped what she was holding and came storming over, an unexplainable rage in her eyes. Well, it was only explainable to Kiri, but it wasn't like she was going to tell anyone else why she got so mad.

"What was that," she demanded, face shoved so close to Niri'te's that she could feel her huffing breath ghosting over her cheeks.

Niri'te opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. "I-I don't know wh-what you mean,"

Kiri's eyes flashed, the green becoming vibrant as she stared her sister down. "Don't play dumb with me, god knows you do that enough time with everybody else," she muttered the last bit under her breath, intending for Niri'te not to hear, or did she? Niri'te was sure that she noticed that Niri'te noticed everything, it being one of the few things they have in common, always being aware of whatever was around them.

"He touched your ear!" Kiri all but shouted, though not loud enough for those around them to hear. "Surely you're not that dumb to not know what it means."

Niri'te bristled at the words. "I know well what it means, I just don't see what it has to do with you."

Kiri drew back from her, not having expected Niri'te to fight back like this, having always been used to her sister rolling over and showing her belly at any sign of an altercation, but recently that hasn't been the case. She wondered what changed.

But she didn't let Niri'te's sudden gain of a backbone stop her. "But do you know what it would mean when we leave? What would happen if he announced his intentions to the rest of the clan?"

"What makes you think I'll go along with it?" Niri'te bit back, a simmering anger rising up in her chest. The frustration of a restless night and the headache that was growing behind her eyes was starting to get to her. As well as the whirlstorm of thoughts swarming her mind.

Kiri pauses for a moment, as if she was thinking over her words. Something that she doesn't usually do.

"Because you want the attention, don't you?"

Niri'te scoffed at the words, but internally she balked. That was the last thing she expected Kiri to say. Attention? She hated it, hated when eyes would follow her from a distance, the skin-crawling feeling whenever someone looked her way. That was the last thing she wanted.

"Is that what you really think?" she narrowed her eyes. "Is it so impossible for you to think that might not be the case? That I might actually want the same thing?" she didn't wait for Kiri to answer. "That's low, even for you."

Kiri sneered. "But do you know what it'll mean for the clan if he chooses you and you leave?"

"What if I stay?"

Her eyes narrowed at her sister, daring her to challenge her again.

"Mom and Dad won't let you," Kiri took her silent warning and squashed it under her foot. "Dad said it isn't safe for anyone in our family to stay in the forest."

Something ugly curled in Niri'te's chest. "Why do you even care? It's not like you've ever been concerned for my safety." As she said this, her hand unconsciously grabbed the hem of her shawl, twisting and pulling at it. The movement caused the fabric to slip off her shoulder slightly, revealing a creeping scar slashed into her skin, pale and bumpy, much like the rest.

Kiri flinched away at the sight, face taking on a twist of emotions, though there was no guilt, but it wasn't like Niri'te noticed it anyway, too caught up in her own emotions, crowding Kiri as she came closer.

"And even if you were, you would have no say in it anyway, because this could be something I won't be swayed over."

Their noses were almost touching, breath mingling together, fierce yellow eyes boring into green.

The air was tense and thick, nearly suffocating Niri'te as she stared Kiri down.

"You're not gonna do it," Kiri whispered lowly.

Niri'te narrowed her eyes, heart in her throat. "I am,"

But Kiri shook her head, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "You won't. Wanna know why?"

She paused.

"Because you're a coward."

Niri'te had stopped breathing for quite a bit, her head getting light and vision blurry, but she heard the words clearly. And they made her burn.

Suddenly, it was as if something inside her snapped, pulled too tight or worn down enough that it ceased to exist. Then something dark and hateful latched onto her, consuming her as her face twisted. She shoved Kiri back, tight fists connecting with the other's shoulders, knocking her to the ground.

"Don't say that," she muttered. "You don't get to say that,"

Kiri only stared, eyes wide with shock. She didn't get up either, as if stuck to the floor.

Then she got mad, her face twisting into something Niri'te was sure mirrored her own. She pushed herself from the ground, mouth open as if to say, scream something back.

Then the air shook, a whistle and a deafening explosion. Then the smell of smoke.

The first missile hit the neighbouring island, tearing it almost in half with the blast that followed. They couldn't do anything but stare as the island fell to the ground, thick clouds of black smoke billowing in the wind, the fires large and roaring.

Debris from the island rocketed through the air, colliding with the wall of High Camp, shaking the ground they stood upon. Ikran were swarming, looking for their riders, screeching and hissing. The smoke from the burning island was being swept up in the wind, coiling thickly before it was blown into the many openings of High Camp, the acrid stench filling the cave.

Niri'te knew she was standing in High Camp, she knew, but the smoke, the fire, it sent her back. Back to before they made this floating island their sanctuary, before the war really started. She remembered the massive groves they used to live in, the sprawling trees and the walkways connecting them. She remembered the peace, the joy, then the attack, the fire, the smoke. The screams.

She knew that she was standing in High Camp right now, but in her mind, she was back there, on that one night that started like any other, but ended in them fleeing their home, smoke lying thick in their lungs, burns marring their skin.

Someone yelled, "Incoming!" just before a loud explosion tore through the atmosphere. People stumbled as they fled the explosion as shockwaves rattled the ground. Chunks of rock were propelled through the air, crashing onto the ground, onto buildings, onto people.

Then the screaming started, but Niri'te could barely hear it with her muffled hearing, feeling as if wads of cotton were stuffed in her ears as she pushed her aching body off the ground, dust curling in the air around her.

Stunned, she looked back to Kiri, who stared into the roaring flames quickly spreading through High Camp.

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lil a/n: did this chapter surprise anyone as much as it did me??? no wonder it took me so long to bloody write, i had no idea what was going on

and for that ri'te/tarsem thing i had going on, it was just me projecting a bit about something going in irl thats been eating away at me, and writing that scene was like me coping with it, but dont worry, i can assure you that nothing will become of it, and for the sake of my sanity and inability to google basically anything, lets just make tarsem a little youger than he is in the movie so he doesnt catch a case, alright? please? great

translations in order of appearance:

Olo’eyktan - clan leader

Iknimaya - Stairway to Heaven (the rite of passage for young Na’vi)

Ikran - banshee (flying mount)

Swaynivi - family hammock

Eywa - world spirit/the Great Mother who protects the balance of life

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Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

[thewulf]

Different Part 2 || Neteyam x Y/N

Summary: Request! Hiii Do you write for Avatar? Could you do something where reader is both omatikayan and metkayina (mixed) and she’s living with the metkayina when the Sully family comes? Maybe do a slow burn between reader and Neteyam? The rest is up to you!

A/N: Loved writing this one. Hope you enjoy. I'm feeling a Part 3!

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Y/N

Word Count: 5,400+

Part 1 | Part 3

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the bow as taught as you could manage knowing Neteyam’s watchful gaze was lingering on your every muscle.

“Your back needs to be straighter.” His voice rang through your head. Taking note, you tried to straighten your back feeling like you were already as tall as could be.

You huffed dropping the draw you had on the bow, “I thought I was straight enough.”

He shook his head approaching you slowly, “Draw again.” He commanded you in a soft tone. He knew this was all for fun and he didn’t want you to hate it like he had started to when he was training to be Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya people. But he wanted you to feel as though he was taking this seriously. Because he was. He wanted to teach you and also be around you.

Pulling your bow and arrow back you made sure to stand taller, straighter. As tall as you possibly could. Apparently, that wasn’t good enough.

“I’m going to touch you, okay?”

You almost laughed instead cracking a small smile at his callback to your earlier lessons, “Sure Neteyam.” You felt your arms begin to tremble. For a clan with supposedly small arms, you were shocked at how hard it was to hold the arrow back steadily for any length of time. Ronal would surely eat her words.

He placed a gentle hand on you shoulder pulling you into an unnatural position that you were not used to. The Metkayina were all about being free and lose in the water, letting oneself with the ocean. Moving as one unit. This was tight and strong. You were using muscles you didn’t even know existed in your upper body. You weren’t prepared for this. But you’d sure as hell try.

“Relax, Y/N.” You felt his breath on your neck as he came up from behind you. Watching your every move closely.

Taking another deep breath, you tried your hardest to remember everything he had told you to do while trying to relax at the same time all the while he was standing so close to you. You were sure he could hear your heart racing in your chest.

Feeling him press his chest against your back lightly you were sure your brain might just explode right then. His left arm laid across the top of holding onto you softly trying to steady your shaky grip.

Your breathing ran ragged as you tried your hardest to focus on the target in front of you. It was quite literally impossible as he wrapped himself around you to ‘teach’ you. His right arm pulled your right shoulder taught helping your body to remember the muscle memory that came with shooting the bow. Except that it pulled your back closer to his chest sending your brain into overdrive. How in the hell were you supposed to remember everything when he was acting like this?

“Like this, okay?” He didn’t step away forcing you to reply to him while your head was floating in another world.

“Okay.” You managed to force out of your mouth as you bring your eyes to focus on the target and not on his feather light touch all across your body.

“When you are ready you can release.”

You let the arrow fly the through the air watching it closely. To your delight it actually hit the target this time. It wasn’t a dead on shot like you had witnessed Neteyam do time and time again now, but it hit the tree you were aiming for which was a far improvement from the plethora of misses you’ve had in the last few weeks.

Neteyam took a small step backwards giving you some personal space back. He wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t always the best with words. Often finding it easier to communicate through touch than talk. But he saw how you reacted. Unfamiliar to the physical touch he wanted to give you. So he let you have that space back before he crossed a line you didn’t want.

“Oh!” You clapped happily, “It hit the target Neteyam!”

He nodded breaking out into a smile after seeing you so excited, “That you did. Excellent work, Y/N.”

You looked away feeling a blush forming on your cheeks, “Thank you.” You walked rather slowly to retrieve the arrow. Praying to Eywa your face wouldn’t give you away on your short walk back to him.

“Good, now go again.”

“Neteyam, my arms hurt.” You admitted to him. It felt like the 500th time you’d drawn the bow that afternoon. Your arms felt like they were already going to fall off. You weren’t sure how much more you could realistically give him. No matter how bad you wanted to please him.

He frowned knowing he really shouldn’t be pushing you beyond your limits, “Only a few more times? Repetition is key to getting this down.”

You nodded wanting to satisfy him, never wanting to let him down. This boy had a hold on you even you were afraid to admit to, “A few more times. I can do that!”

He continued to get close to you in that session and the following ones. Hoping that you’d be picking up on his not-so-subtle signs that he was going absolutely crazy for you. But you, you were far too innocent to react to his advances. He knew he’d just have to tell you. He just needed to work up the courage first.

“Hello, ma sa’nok.” You smiled at your mother preparing your families dinner in the mauri, “Need any help?”

She nodded pointing to the cutting board, “Chop those up ma’ite.”

“Sure thing.” You hummed to yourself as you chopped the vegetables up. Your mother was all the wiser to your suddenly happier than ever attitude.

“You’ve been spending time with that Sully boy, no?” She questioned you. So, she did notice. Of course, she did, she was far too observant not too.

“Yes mother. He’s teaching me about the Omatikaya.” You admitted softly to her. Letting out the beath you were holding you waited anxiously for her reaction. You knew she held a disdain towards anything that related to your father.

“Is he? And what is his name Y/N?” She asked you curiously. You had no idea what her reaction would be, but it certainly wasn’t this. You thought she’d be curious. Angry even. But not this calm. That’s why you’ve been hiding your outings with Neteyam and the rest of his siblings from her.

“Yes. Him and his siblings. His name is Neteyam.”

“Does he treat you well?”

Confused you continued cutting, “He does.”

She stayed silent for a little while longer driving you mad in the silence. Until you couldn’t take it any longer.

“Are you mad?” You turned your entire body to her ready to get this conversation over with. You were sure she was going to avoid it like she always did. She was masterful at changing the conversation.

“No, Y/N. I am not mad at all. I am… never mind.” She turned back to the fruits she was peeling.

“You’re what mother?” You pressed on.

“I’m scared ma’ite.”

“What?” You took a step forward, “Scared of what?” You felt a burning in your chest for the first time in a long time. She was giving you something. Why now you weren’t planning to question. You were thrilled she was even willing to tell you.

She took a step forward to you grabbing at your hands, “Come. Follow me.” She turned pulling you with her into her and your stepfather’s room. You watched as she dug deep to find an old box. Turning to you she eyed you and then the box feeling a nervousness wash over her.

“I was scared I would lose you ma’ite. You’re too curious for your own good. I was terrified you’d leave me to find his past. His people.” She paused motioned for you to sit down next to her.

Your heart broke at that revelation. How could she think you would leave her? She was the only family you knew. You’d never dream of leaving her, “I would never leave you ma sa’nok. Why would you think that?”

She nodded sharply looking down at the ground, having trouble finding the courage to look up into your eyes, his eyes, “I know that now. And I realized I only hurt you by keeping him from you. Ever since the Sully’s have arrived you’ve been happier than ever. It’s evident in the way you smile child. I realized my many mistakes with you ma’ite. It was my own insecurities that failed me and hurt you.” She set the old, tattered box down between you.

“It’s okay.” You grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. It really was okay. Sure, you were hurt that she didn’t tell you. But she was telling you now. Laying everything all out on the line for you to take and grab.

You tried putting yourself into her shoes and tried to understand. Her mother and father died long before you were even a thought in your mother’s head. They died in a hunting accident when your mother was just a child. She didn’t have any siblings either. She was truly alone in the world. Luckily, she was taken in by her clan. She never felt lonely but never fully felt like she belonged somewhere, like she had a true family.

She shook her head, “It is not okay, and I can only apologize now. Your father was a great warrior and a better man. He would have loved you with his whole heart had he got to meet you.”

You frowned not knowing that small piece of information, “We never met?”

She shook her head looking down at the box, “No, I was pregnant with you when he went back to fight with his brothers and sisters. Receiving the call from the great Toruk Makto, Jake Sully. The same man who seemed to have brought you happiness we could never give you.”

You sighed. It didn’t make a difference, but you always thought he’d at least met you, “Mother, I am so happy here. It’s just something new to learn. I’ve spent my life here and understand it. This is my home. I love it here. The Sully’s have just brought something new for me mother.”

She smiled squeezing your hand, “I know my child. As a mother it is so wonderful to see one’s child blossom into their own. Neteyam is helping you do that. Just like your father did for me all those years ago.”

Bucking up the courage to finally ask her what you so desperately wanted to know you pressed on with another question, “What was his name?”

She seemed to get lose in her head remembering her past. Finally allowing herself to remember it in happiness and not laced with sadness of him never coming back from the battle with the sky people, “Reyti.”

“Reyti,” You repeated softly, “That’s a great name.” You smiled to her giving her thanks in your expression for finally giving you what you craved.”

She nodded, “It is a great name. I wish he could have been in your life ma’ite.”

Looking down sadly it hit you all at once how much you missed out on. What would your life had been like had he survived? Would you be a great hunter like him, or would you have taken more to the ways of the Metkayina? It was cruel that he was taken from Pandora so young but as your mother always says, Eywa has a plan for every soul. His life was meant to end when it did. You weren’t meant to have him in your life, and you had to be okay with that. And you were, you just had to wonder what could have been of your life.

You needed to know more so you continued, “How did you meet?”

“He came here when we were both sixteen fleeing his home circumstances. He was promised to someone he couldn’t be with. A cruel Na’vi. He found his way to the Metkayina tribe and had to earn his keep before he was fully accepted. We fell in love quickly and were planning for you. He never even knew you were coming when he went off to fight the sky people. I only found out a few weeks after he left.” A soft smile formed on her lips as she remembered. It looked like for the first time in a long time she was allowing herself to relive and feel the memories she had bottled up and tried to keep hidden.

“Wow.” You leaned back letting whatever was behind you support you. It was a lot to take in so unexpectantly. A lot more than you could have really imagined. A great warrior and an even better man. Looking down at the box you were curious what your mother was hiding away from the world.

“Why now mother?” You had to know. It was chewing away at you in your head the moment she had brought him up earlier on. She had so desperately hidden anything and everything about your father from you and now she was giving you everything you desperately craved. It didn’t make sense to you.

“The Sully’s… Neteyam and the rest of them made me realize what I was holding you back from. I realized my own fear would drive you away anyway.” She pulled out an ornate necklace from the box, “This was your fathers. It was his mothers before him. I know he wanted you to have it. You should take it and cherish it ma’ite. He would be so proud seeing you wearing it.” Gently she placed it in your hands letting you admire it. Thumbing over the colorful beads you hadn’t seen anything quite like it. You were so used to shells and light beads, nothing like what you were holding.

“Thank you, mother. It’s beautiful.”

She smiled pulled you into her, “It is, isn’t it? It was a gift from your grandfather to your grandmother when he was courting her to be her mate. Be careful.”

“With?”

“Neteyam.”

Your eyes grew wide. You could’ve sworn she was none the wiser to your newfound feelings for the boy. But here she was calling you out so obviously, plain as day, “What are you talking about?” You questioned, trying to play dumb.

She shook her head squeezing your shoulder, “Well… you like him my love. He clearly likes you. Which isn’t a surprise, you are incredible my child.” She smiled taking the necklace in hand standing behind you placing it around your neck gently, “Just be careful.”

Not willing to argue because you knew the truth just as much as she did you let it slide, “I will mother.” Looking down you admired the ornate necklace with intricate details.

“It’s so beautiful.” You commented continuing to admire it on.

“Looks even more beautiful on you. Now, let’s go get dinner ready. Zoti will have a fit if it isn’t ready soon.”

You laughed at the growing soon to be teenager, “I don’t envy you mother.” She laughed right along with you shaking her head pulling you back to the kitchen. For the first time in a long time, you felt close with your mother. You wanted to talk to her and get to know her better. She was Na’vi just like you, flawed and unperfect. You prayed to Eywa this was the first step in healing the broken relationship you’ve had with her in so long.

“Where’ve you been?” Tsireya poked your side giggling as she caught you off guard sitting on the sandy beach.

Looking over you saw your best friend grinning from ear to ear. You could lie to her. She knew you better than anyone else. Your best friend and your platonic soul mate, “With the Sully’s, learning forest people things.” It wasn’t a lie it just wasn’t the full and honest truth either.

She grinned, “Oh the Sully’s? Funny because Kiri and Lo’ak have been with me and Ao’nung all week. Tuk’s been with the other small Metkayina learning with the tribe as well. She’s picking up everything quickly. But that just leaves you and… who else? Neteyam maybe?” She tapped her chin circling you. Waiting for you to spill.

You had to admit she was better than you thought. Much better than you thought as this was all terribly new territory for you and her. The both of you, for the first time, were interested in boys and were actually going for it. You could try and run and hide and fight it but the bubbling attraction in you would surly stop that dead in its tracks. You were smitten with the Omatikaya boy already. Already such a sucker for the forest boy.

“Fine, I’ve been learning Omatikaya things with Neteyam.”

She smiled, “Was that so hard ma’eylan?” Giggling she plopped herself down next to you drawing shapes in the sand with her pointer finger, “And how’s it going? Are you actually learning?” She continued her giggles when she saw the blush light up not only your cheeks but your ears as well.

“Skxawng!” You shoved her shoulder lightly in a playful manner, “Of course I’m learning.”

Smiling she nodded dramatically, “Okay Y/N, okay.”

“I am! I can kind of hit a target now with a bow.” You gleamed. A slight blush forming at the apples of your cheeks remembering how close he was to your body. How you craved for his very touch almost like he heard your wishes to Eywa.

“I’d like to see that.” She kept smiling, “You’ve got two left feet Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes you huffed, “You don’t think I know this, Reya.”

“Still,” She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, “I’m so happy you found each other. You seem happier. More smiley. You aren’t even arguing with Ao’nung anymore, do you know how weird that is?”

Leaning back and letting your body soak up the sun you giggled with her, “You’re right. I haven’t even fought back at dinner.”

“He made a comment about it the other night when you weren’t there. That you were being nice to him all the sudden. Seems like he likes it.”

“Really? He likes me being nice to him?” You rolled your eyes in disbelief. All your life you’ve tried to get along with your best friend’s brother and this is all you had to do? Ignore his instigating? Sounds just like Ao’nung to be so difficult.

“He’d never admit it to you. Mother has even noticed something is up with you.”

You sighed, “What’d she say?”

“Well ever since your usual weekly dinners are now only twice a week instead of the five times we used to see you she’s made some comments about you and Neteyam.”

Eyes wide you felt a tinge of embarrassment, she was like your second mom, “I thought I was better at hiding it. First my mom, now yours?” You groaned knowing you’d have to explain yourself to Ronal and Tonowari sooner or later. It wasn’t like you to miss their daily meals, but you’ve been spending more time with the Sully’s and your own family. Your time was being pulled in three different directions all of the sudden. You felt so unsure of what your fairly normal routine used to be.

She shrugged, “Maybe from the villagers. But not from your family, Y/N.”

“What’s she saying about you and Lo’ak?”

Reya giggled shaking her head, “We aren’t talking about me and Lo’ak. We’re talking about you and Neteyam falling in love.” She drew a heart in the air at the mention of love.

“We’ve talked about me and Neteyam. It’s time to talk about you two.”

She blushed, “He’s really sweet Y/N. Very different than his older brother but very similar too. He made me this necklace.” She smiled looking down at the pretty seashell necklace framing her neck.

“Oh Reya, that’s beautiful. Is he courting you?” You looked to her anxiously waiting her answer.

Shaking her head she looked to you, “No, not yet. He is not old enough. We are not old enough.” You remembered your best friend was a year younger than you. Even though she acted like your older sister most of the time, “He made it more as a promise. He’ll come back to me no matter what.”

You smiled remembering the story your mother told you the night prior. Your father had given your mother that necklace when he first started courting her. He told her almost those exact words. It was a gift to remember him, even when he was away, that he would always come back to her. Your mother believed he kept his promise in you. You were his gift he never knew he left. A precious gift your mother clinged every fiber of her being onto.

“What is wrong, Y/N?” She saw your head was in another place and not in the present anymore as you looked over her necklace.

“Nothing, nothing at all Reya. It’s beautiful. It’s just… my mother. She told me all about my father last night. We sat there talking for almost an hour just talking about him. He left her a necklace as a promise too. That he was hers and she was his. She gave it to me last night. Your necklace just reminded me of that.” You sighed offloading the information so casually Reya thought she misheard you.

Gasping she scooted closer to you placing her hands on either shoulder, “Your mother told you about your father?”

“I know.” You smiled seeing her reaction.

“Y/N! This is huge. Are you okay. Was it everything you wished for?” She questioned you making sure first and foremost that your head was in the right place. She knew how long you’ve been waiting for this.

“I’m amazing Reya.” You smiled, “He sounded like an amazing man. I’m so proud to be his daughter. Even though I apparently didn’t inherit any of his warrior traits.” The both of you giggled and relaxed after making light of the situation. You really were amazing. More than amazing. On cloud nine. In a matter of weeks, you seemed to have met a boy who intrigued you more than anything and your mother finally telling you everything you wanted to know? You weren’t sure what you did to please Eywa, but you prayed you kept it up.

“I’m so happy for you Y/N. Really. I’m so happy you’re finally seeing your worth and your beauty. It’s taken too long to get here but I’m so happy we finally are.”

“I love you, Reya.”

She grinned squeezing your arm, “And I love you. Now tell me all about your dad!” She squealed while clapping her hands in glee.

You spent the next few hours going over every detail of the story your mother told you. Talking it through with your best friend feeling a high you never wished to come down from.

Sitting by the creek your emotions got the better of you the following afternoon. You usually met Neteyam for some forest training, but it was too much for you that day. After confessing your feelings not only to your mother but also to your best friend and find out about your dad? You were overwhelmed to say the least.

So, you found Lo’ak after searching for Neteyam for quite some time. You settled on letting the younger brother know that you weren’t going to be available for training that afternoon. Using your mom as excuse you quickly fled to the creek to pray to Eywa. To calm yourself down from all these emotions that were bubbling to the surface all too fast.

Silently you watched the fish swim up and down the stream. You admired the beauty in all of them. Some of them reflected off the sun casting brilliant shades of color in the stream. Others were decorated in ornate designs mimicking the Metkayina script that covered their bodies.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there and admired your surroundings before you heard something coming through the brush. Whatever it was, it was not trying to be quiet. Your heart sped up a beat when you spotted Neteyam break through the foliage with a smile on his face, “Thought I would find you here.”

Cocking your head to the side you questioned his actions, “What are you doing here? I told Lo’ak I was helping my mother.”

“I can leave if you need privacy.” His eyes looked down in a display of sadness. He obviously wanted to talk to you.

“No! Don’t go. I just didn’t expect anyone. That’s all.” You admitted quickly. Not wanting him to leave once he was with you. Feeling a fresh set of butterflies all over again. So much for clearing your head.

He smiled walking over to you, “I might have asked your mother if you were feeling alright. It’s not like you to cancel. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Standing close he looked right at you, admiring the way you looked up at him. He liked you more than he probably should. He was planning on courting you soon. Asking you to be his mate and all. His family had quickly taken to you as well, looking forward to dinners where you joined the large family. Tuk especially clung to your side. She asked for you to join them every night which always got a good laugh out of the rest of them.

His father also approved of you. Jake adored how open, honest, and kind you were to everybody. Especially to his own children. Neytiri adored you as well. You reminded her of her late sister Sylwanin. Incredibly gentle and more than kind to any and every soul you came across, Na’vi or animal it didn’t matter.

So, that’s why when Lo’ak delivered the news he went straight to your Mauri finding your confused mother. Not having a clue what her daughter was talking about. He thanked your mother and left knowing you were likely at the creek and headed straight that way. He needed to know that you were alright.

You nodded seeing the concern coursing through his eyes. His big beautiful yellow eyes, “I am fine ‘Teyam.” Using the nickname he said he liked you saw his tail swish from behind him giving you some much needed self-confidence.

“Why no practice?” He sat down next to you, scooting as close as he thought you’d be okay with. He’d never dare cross a boundary until he knew you were a hundred percent ready and sure of it. He cared for you far too deeply to mess this up.

You hesitated. Did you want to tell him? Maybe you’d just omit the feeling’s part, “I’m just… a little overwhelmed is all.”

He leaned forward scooting towards you ever so slightly, “What about? If you want to tell me that is.”

He was close. You could feel his warmth radiating off of him. You welcomed the comforting feeling noting how normal it felt with him. You wanted to be closer to him. So, you told him everything you told Reya and more. Letting it all spill out in front of you. The two of you were nearly sitting in the others laps by the end of your story, both of craving the closeness you were trying to achieve.

He nodded along with you. Not interrupting your tale but letting you know he was listening to every word. Listening to every small detail you wanted to share with him. He was thrilled that you were so comfortable with him seemingly sharing everything that was on your mind with him, “That is overwhelming Y/N. And my family on top of it. I’m sure that had not been an easy adjustment.”

“I love your family.” You admitted softly. He let you continue, “All of them. They make me feel so welcome.”

A soft smile caressed his lips as he watched you intently, “They too, love you.” He gently grabbed your hand making sure it was alright, watching for any physical cues for discomfort but failing to find any.

Your heart rate picked up again. Mentally cursing yourself you were sure he’d be able to hear it. If he did, he didn’t say anything of it thankfully. He was far too much of a gentleman to make you feel embarrassed over honest emotion.

“You should take to my father about Reyti. I’m sure he knew him and could tell you more about him.”

Your eyes lit up in a new-found excitement, “You think?”

He grinned seeing excitement take over your face. He adored seeing you so happy, “I do. Father knows everything. I’d be surprised if he didn’t know him.

You squeezed his much larger hand that was wrapped around his, “I will ask. Thank you ‘Teyam.”

Again, his tail swished behind him. It all but confirmed it for him. He loved you just like his family did. He loved you a bit more than they did actually. He was tired of waiting. He wanted you. He wanted you to know it too. He had danced around his feelings for you for the last four weeks. He was ready. He saw that you were ready too. He wasn’t going to let a Metkayina boy from the village win you over. You were his and he was yours. Even if you didn’t know it just yet. As his father would say, fuck it. He was going for it, “You know you are beautiful right?”

Your head snapped up looking him right in the eyes. You saw the softness in his expression through his bright yellow eyes. Lacing your eyebrows together you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly, “What?”

He laughed softly admiring the way looked at him in confusion. You were far too cute for your own good and you couldn’t even see it, “You are so beautiful Y/N

“Oh,” You paused feeling that stupid blush creep up from your neck right up to your cheeks giving you right away. You heard Neteyam chuckle at your physical reaction over your vocal one, “Really?” You looked at him in astonishment. You never thought you were ugly per say but you weren’t one of the beautiful ones. You didn’t look like Tsireya or Ixtil who lived next door. You were just you. The different one.

He grabbed at your side pulling you right up next to him. A pleasant surprise to your afternoon you had to admit. You loved feeling his skin on yours.

“Yes, really. So beautiful.” He failed to drop his hand instead drawing small circles on your hip sending shivers down your side. Neteyam loved seeing the reactions he could give you, even the small ones as so.

Welcoming his touch, you took a chance by leaning into his embrace, resting your head into his side. You felt your heart rate calm down in the silence. The warmth radiating off the much bigger Na’vi boy brought you far too much comfort, almost lulling you into sleep. Complete comfort overtook your senses as you fully let yourself melt into him.

He closed his eyes breathing everything in. He felt so lucky to be sitting here with you, being so close to you. Feeling you fully lean into him he knew he was done for. He’d do anything you asked him to.

“Thank you ‘Teyam.” You softly sighed out, feeling as close to euphoria as you possibly could.

And the nickname? Oh, he could hardly contain himself when it came off your sweet lips. He really couldn’t stop his reaction, his tail a dead giveaway, “Anything for you, Y/N.” His tail wrapped around behind you resting on your thigh. Truly the most intimate you’ve ever been… with anyone in your time.

“Y/N?” He asked after a few minutes of silence. He hated to break up the moment, but he needed to tell you.

“Hmm?” You looked up to him opening your green eyes looking into his.

“I see you.”

Your eyes went wide comprehending what he said. Heart rate picking up more rapidly even more than before. You saw his expression as he anxiously awaited your reply. You couldn’t believe this was real. Not believing he chose you. The different one.

“I see you, Neteyam.” You brushed a braid away from his face smiling from ear to ear hardly being able to comprehend that this was your life.

Part 3

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[wheneclipsefalls]

heyy , could you maybe write a Loak x male reader Drabble or sth where he acts like very dominant and bratty but his alpha knows what an submissive omega he truly his and puts him in his place ?

Masterlist I AO3

Pairing: aged up Omega Lo'ak x Alpha male oc

Synopsis: Lo'ak may have been born an omega but that doesn't mean he wants to act like one.

Warnings: omegaverse, explicit (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), anal, power imbalance. alpha/omega dynamics, punishment, dom/sub undertones, bondage, public sexual acts, swearing, etc.

A/N: Anon, sorry I didn't make it male reader simply because I am not very good at writing that perspective but feel free to insert yourself as the male oc. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for being patient <3

Taking the back route towards the village is longer, almost half a mile out of his way. For Lo’ak, however, his priorities today lie in not being seen. With today’s fiasco and now the awaiting wrath of his father, Lo’ak decides it is well worth the extra steps. He knows he was meant to join the other omegas for the special retreat, but there were better things that Lo’ak had found to occupy his time with than getting brainwashed into submission. 

He could imagine it now, all the eager and young omega gathering in a circle to fill the air with gossip and bashful talk of their alphas or potential mates. They most likely swooned and sighed while discussing the joys of being an omega. Surely passing around family recipes for healing ointments and weaving tricks followed. The thought alone makes Lo’ak’s stomach flip in adamant disgust.

It’s not that he finds anything wrong with being omega. That is, for others. Omega nature plays an important role in their clan and families, balancing out beta and alpha qualities until there is a harmonious blend of strengths and weaknesses, just as Eywa had intended. 

And that is great…for others. 

Lo’ak is not meant to be the submissive type. He has a wild streak and rebellious nature that has kept his parents and older brother running after him since the day he learned to walk. 

So that is how he knows that joining the omega retreat today would not only have been a waste of time but furthermore humiliated him as his incompatible personality would clash with that of docile omegas. 

That being said, he knows how important his participation in this retreat is to his father. Jake had pulled some special strings to get the event to occur months earlier than planned, a joint effort that his mate was sure to be in on. And it’s the thought of Ezar’s knowledge of his disobedience that has Lo’ak’s stomach twisting into knots. His patient, but strict, alpha who has put up with more mischievous antics and woos from an omega than perhaps every other alpha combined. There’s no telling what sort of lecture and punishment awaits him at home, so Lo’ak takes the most reasonable course of action. 

He hides. 

Although, he doesn’t prefer to call it hiding. It’s simply…spending some quality alone time. 

However, now it has been over five hours since he has eaten anything but wild berries, a problem that wouldn’t exist had he attended the retreat and partaken in the great feast there, so Lo’ak is driven back to the village by the sizzling scent of roasting meat. He’s strategic with his path, knowing better than to nonchalantly trot back for dinner and assume that his absence has not been reported. From this trail he is hoping to reach the outskirts of the communal fire, hidden by the growing shadows of eclipse and therefore able to snatch a piece of meat before cowering to safety once more. 

When he reaches the outskirts of the gathering, a cocky smile spreads across his face in triumph. His family can be seen on the other side of the fire, messing with Tuk’s tangled braids as she whines incessantly. There isn’t enough attention left for him, a fact that used to make Lo’ak angry but now has come to show endless benefits. 

It's when he braces himself forward to sneakily drag a piece of meat on a leaf plate back that Lo’ak feels the warmth of a hand gripped around the back of his neck. His airway isn’t cut off in the slightest but it’s firm just enough to set his omega instincts alight. A thumb swiping over his bonding bite gives the stranger away immediately. He is brought back to his feet slowly until he can feel the solid toned chest pressed against his upper back. 

“There you are.” Lo’ak tries to hold back the thrilled shiver that rackets through his body, the luring deep voice rattling his bones. A cloud of heated breath tickles at his prickled skin. “I just had a very interesting chat with your brother.” 

Neteyam.

Lo’ak has to admit that his older brother’s efficiency in tattling on him mere hours after his disappearance is impressive. A greater diligence than he would’ve expected, even from the golden boy himself. He glares an imaginary hole into the back of Neteyam’s head where his brother sits obliviously across the fire, rebraiding Tuk’s hair. 

“Well I know how much you two enjoy your Lo’ak gossip sessions.” He grits out between clenched teeth even though Ezar’s darkening makes his knee threaten to buckle. 

“Lo’ak.” His name is spoken as a hissed reprimand, enough to momentarily have Lo’ak biting his tongue regretfully. 

“You didn’t even bother to show up.” Ezar’s sigh sends goosebumps racing across his skin. Irritably Lo’ak swings the grip off his neck and turns to stomp away from the communal fire. He’s not surprised to hear thudding footsteps practically nipping at his heels. Ezar’s own shadow stretches over Lo’ak’s along the forest floor, spreading a wave of anxiety as his headstrong will and submissive nature clash. 

“If you didn’t want to go, then you should’ve talked to me.” Ezar snatches his arm, forcing the boy to spin on his heel. 

It’s true. Lo’ak mentally scolds himself for not reaching out to his alpha earlier about the issue, but somehow that realization only spurs on his rebellious spark to burn brighter. He has no desire to admit his own wrongdoings, stubborn pride prompting him to glare up at the alpha. There is a spark of challenge alight in his eyes as he feigns a nonchalant confidence and squares his shoulders assertively. It takes every fiber of his being to not heed the small voice in the back of his head urging him to shrink beneath that alpha’s intense glare. 

“I don’t have to report every detail of my life to you. I can go and do as I please.” Lo’ak’s chin tilts up in counterfeit confidence, ignoring the way Ezar’s head tilts jarringly slow.

“Is that so?” Ezar’s voice is as level and smooth as fine silk, a natural aura of ease radiating off of him tangibly. Lo’ak is surprised to see how quickly such a simple question sends warning bells ringing through his head. His throat physically strains in an effort to not visibly gulp as the older male prowls forward with fluid steps. 

They’ve played this game before. Somehow it always ends with Lo’ak backed up against a tree, trapped by his mate’s impressive physique till atoning words flow from Lo’ak’s lips. His heels twitch slightly with the natural instinct to step back with every progression of Ezar’s path. This time, however, he stops himself. He plants them forcibly in the muddy soil and imagines that they are held by the same concrete seen at Hell’s Gate. 

I am unmovable, Lo’ak mentally chants. 

“I don’t need an alpha babysitting me.” The omega is proud of how stern and steady his voice comes out despite his nerves twisting together into a tight ball. For a moment he lets himself imagine what an alpha would do, what his father does, what Ezar does, and he uses this knowledge to his advantage. His chest puffs out and hands naturally settle themselves along the dips of his hips, stance wide and rigid. 

Ezar laughs. 

That asshole laughs.

Not the usual carefree laughter that shakes the male’s chest after one of Lo’ak’s well played jokes. This sound comes out with an arrogant timber and amused smile that makes Lo’ak’s nails dig into his palm. He is caught between apprehension and anger as he stands there and purses his lips into an unintended pout. 

“Is that what I do, yawne? Babysit you?” Ezar drawls, trapping Lo’ak’s chin between pinched fingers. The alpha’s head tilts to the side and Lo’ak’s spots the glimmer of sharp incisors poking between the male’s tempting lips. It feels like a trap, one that the alpha is just waiting for Lo’ak to stumble into. Still, it’s too late to back down now. 

So Lo’ak does what he does best.

He digs in his heels. 

“Second only to your favorite pastime of bossing me around.” 

Lo’ak can practically feel the alpha’s hairless brow raise as they are nose to nose. Warm saliva pools along his tongue, sharp teeth aching to bite his bottom lip. Ezar’s even fall and rise of his chest presses the defined muscles against the omega’s own chest. Lo’ak prays to Eywa that Ezar is too distracted to notice the essence of his arousal whisper in the air. 

“And what alternative do you propose, omega?” Their lips brush together with every word coming from Ezar’s mouth. “You feel it better if I let you be in charge?” 

The alpha’s head shakes to give a fleeting eskimo kiss before dipping down to trace the curve of Lo’ak’s neck. The Sully boy struggles to lift his eyelids as a long kiss is placed directly over his mating mark. Ezar knows how sensitive the area is, how directly linked the physical depiction of their connection is to Lo’ak’s submission. Still, the omega bites his tongue and forces himself to look over his head, straight at the nearest tree. 

It becomes increasingly more difficult to decipher Ezar’s mood in these situations, something that alpha has used to his advantage. Lo’ak is under no illusion that he will wiggle out of retribution after the stunt he pulled today, but he craves to keep this charade going longer. He needs to see how far he can assert his own dominance. He is convinced that it is an effort made to prove something to himself, but deep down he knows it’s to challenge his alpha.

To see the real evidence that this man is worthy of his submission and trust. That no matter how hard Lo’ak fights and bites and drives the male to the edge, he will always put in the effort necessary to bring him into that tranquil state of abiding his natural instincts. To demonstrate that he will never be abandoned or forgotten. 

So with that in mind, Lo’ak clears his throat and manages to clearly say, “As I said, I don’t need someone else telling me what to do.” 

“Oh I see.” Lo’ak can feel the pull of a vicious smile etched along his alpha’s face as it trails upwards till they are cheek to cheek. Calloused fingers dance with a feather-like fragility over the omega’s hips and sides. “You poor thing,” comes the husky whisper against his right ear. 

“Being looked after,” The seductive touches drip lower. “Taken care of,” Lo’ak barely holds in a gasp as curved knuckles slowly trace the bulge in his loincloth. Heat like molten gold settles in his belly, fire steaming to reaching anywhere from his toes to fingertips. “All that coddling must be so infuriating for someone as independent as you, hm?”

Lo’ak’s posture falls to shambles with that large hand slipping past the waistband to wrap around his base. His hips buck involuntarily into Ezar’s grip. 

“Someone who would rather take care of things themselves.” The smooth glide of Ezar’s grip accompanies the words. The pad of his thumb drags over the head and Lo’ak finally gives into the urge to bite his bottom lip harshly. The omega’s cock is easily nestled in Ezar’s hand, being a considerable number of inches shorter than the alpha’s own. “No need to have some alpha take care of this pretty little cock, no?” 

Lo’ak panics slightly when he feels the male’s hand retreat, only to then be confused by his wrist being grabbed and pushed down the front of his own loincloth. 

“So then take care of it.” Ezar encourages. Forcefully wrapping Lo’ak’s hand around his small shaft before recoiling entirely.

As Lo’ak silently sputters, frozen in place, he mourns the loss of his mate’s heat and touch, who  now stands several feet away with his hands on his hips. Upon recovery, he gathers every tendril of fervent anger together to glower up at his lover. 

“Go on.” Ezar simply states with a wave of his hand. 

Lo’ak can feel the fever of his blushing cheeks spreading over to the tint the very tips of his ears, but he tenaciously keeps his brows furrowed and tempestuous filled eyes pinpointed on the smirking male. He is caught between getting himself off desperately and storming away to pout. His decision hinges on which one will express his indignation to his mate in the most profound fashion. Completely mortified, he finds his cock twitching in his palm, apparently unruffled by the predicament. 

Swirling between the two options, it seems that there is no legitimate strategy to getting what he wants while also maintaining his pride. 

So he lets the volcano of emotion erupt.

“Fuck you!” He spits, yanking his hand out and rushing past the looming alpha. 

A sharp shriek departs his lips as the root of his kuru is trapped and tugged harshly. He stumbles to find footing, only to fall back against his mate’s warm chest. Strained by the hold on his kuru and arm caging his waist, Lo’ak finally feels the reality of this trap lock into place. 

“How many?” 

Lo’ak’s ears immediately droop, unhappy to know exactly what the alpha is asking. 

“Five, sir.” He grumbles between barely parted lips. Hoping to work on Lo’ak’s overuse of foul language, Ezar had been rewarding every dirty word with five spanks. Some days it’s left Lo’ak with a red ass perceivable to the common eye, hiking up his attitude and embarrassment to new heights. 

“Good boy.” It’s the first sample of praise to leave Ezar’s lips that day and Lo’ak tries not to acknowledge the radiating relief he feels blooming in his chest. His jaw locks together and he refuses to show any hint of enjoyment at being praised, like some perfect little obedient omega. 

He’s toppled over one of Ezar’s propped knee in a flash before a quick succession of five hard spanks are laid down on his vulnerable behind. It’s impossible to keep his shrill cry in. Ezar’s upper body strength is greater than many Na’vi that Lo’ak knows. The alpha’s muscular biceps has Lo’ak drooling one day and begging for mercy the next. He wonders if he had been better at keeping a poker face during the first spanking he had ever received, if the alpha would still use it as the go to effective retribution. 

Swiftly Lo’ak is pulled back to standing in the alpha’s arm, face hiding against his chest as the omega tries to recover his composure. Ezar gently pats his head and Lo’ak frowns at how incredible the nonchalant touch feels. 

“Now, let’s go yawne.” 

“Home’s the other way.” Lo’ak protests as Ezar starts guiding them back the direction they came. Large hands squeezing his plush hips to steer him properly, the omega’s cheeks clench to keep the dribble of slick from coating his inner thighs. 

“I know. We aren’t going home.” 

Lo’ak’s feets slide against the slippery mud when he realizes they are returning back to the dining area. He’s sure at this point that there is at least a faint blush left upon his bare cheeks and even if  it is not so, he has lost all appetite. Or rather, all desire to be around others, especially his father who is yet to chew him out for disappearing. 

“I’m not hungry.” He twists to turn the other way but all that accomplishes him is being picked up with one arm around his waist and carried further towards their destination. 

“Funny, I don’t remember asking.” Ezar adjusts the omega in his arms till Lo’ak’s feet are kicking in the air. “Besides, it’s where you were headed in the first place. And since you’re in charge now, it seems only fair to return you to where you were found.” 

Lo’ak knows the fight is over. Every scrap of energy he had left to bait his mate has melted into a puddle of scorching desire spreading into every crevice of his body. 

Being forced to sit on his alpha’s lap was surprising, usually Lo’ak was at least afforded the choice of where he wanted to sit. Still, it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Or at least that is what he thought until he was shifted to have his ass lined up perfectly over Ezar’s growing bulge. The friction was almost non-existent but that didn’t seem to matter when it came to his omega hindbrain, especially after going all day without his mate’s presence or affection. 

It seemed all of this played perfectly into Ezar’s hand as his touch began to gently travel further and further up Lo’ak’s inner thighs. His own cock strained against the restrictive fabric of his loincloth, all too aware of the pleasure that was almost his minutes earlier. Ezar's affectionate touching was occasionally ramped higher with random kisses left on Lo’ak’s cheek, neck, mating mark, and shoulders. He didn’t plow ahead with brutal force to mold the omega back into a docile headspace, the alpha was too patient for that. He knew Lo’ak too well. 

So once ten minutes had passed with these torturous comforting and seductive touches mixed together, Lo’ak couldn’t handle the constant clenching of his hole and hunger for real intimacy therefore leading him to quietly beg for what his hindbrain had been purring for since Ezar first grabbed his neck. 

Naturally, Ezar complied…that is, technically. 

Lo’ak shifted once more, trying to angle his mate's massive length against his prostate but failing miserably. The rough texture of his mate’s hands smoothed over his plush thighs leisurely before pushing the omega’s hips back into place. Lo’ak recognizes the coppery taste of blood leaking from his inner lip, clamping down in effort to keep in his wanton moans. Time has warped into a frenzy of confusion, his thoughts only focused on the wicked desires thrumming through him. 

Sitting on the very outskirts of the gathering, the orange glow from the fire barely has a hold on the pair and it’s this thought that give Lo’ak solace. He’s tiptoeing the edge of humiliation, surrounded by his family and friends while Ezar is balls deep inside of him, casually lifting pieces of food to the boy’s lips. If only they knew the state he is held in, the true obedience that lies beneath his facade of teeth and obstinance. 

His nerves and arousal, however, weave together sinfully till the omega is confused about whether or not he would enjoy such a truth being revealed. It’s wrong and it’s risky, yet somehow it fuels the flames of his desire and therefore the ache of this torture as he is forced to stay in place. 

This is not what he envisioned upon begging for his mate’s cock sweetly. 

“Open.'' Another scrap of meat is held up to Lo’ak’s lips but he simply groans and throws his head back against Ezar’s shoulder instead. “Come on, you’re being so good for me. Why stop now? Don’t you want to make me happy?” Ezar coos against Lo’ak’s lolled head. 

Lo’ak’s not sure why that works, and he has no interest in investigating it further, but it does. His lips part slowly and he soaks in the whispered praise as he chews the meat with weakened stamina.The pattern continues with every bite reluctantly being pushed past his ips until his alpha has decided it’s been a sufficient meal. 

Still, he makes no motion to move. 

“Look at you,” The alpha’s voice resounds deeply into a purr. “Warming my cock like a good boy. I knew you had it in you, baby.” His toes curl into the dry dirt and he looks around to make sure no eavesdropping ear has caught the whispered praise. However, his diligence in masking their crude acts is quickly slipping, being replaced by the inherit need to be properly fucked by his alpha. 

Despite the throbbing of Ezar’s cock inside the warm channel of his hole, the alpha appears to be in no rush. He pacifies every hushed whimper with fond pets and kisses, enticing the omega’s body to completely fall back against him. After being repositioned for the fifth time, Lo’ak feels as if he is about to cry on the spot. Drafting pheromones betray his temperament, but instead of giving the boy what he really wants, Ezar softly guides Lo’ak’s face to nuzzle against his neck.

He can still hold on to the last bit of resolve it takes to not let physical tears fall from his golden orbs, but it’s shakable and wavering. Pressed against the part where his alph’s scent is the strongest, Lo’ak becomes intoxicated with the sensation. His body finally goes limp, apart from the occasional shuffling, and he allows himself to melt against his alpha. It’s been a long day and now the only thing that he is convinced will make him feel better is being filled with his alpha’s seed. 

It’s something Lo’ak would never dream of admitting out loud. On most days it takes considerable encouragement and patience on Ezar’s behalf to pry those words from Lo’ak’s lips in private. Sitting here, however, split open and on the brink of ecstasy after a long day, he’s having a hard time holding himself back from begging in front of everybody. 

“Such a pretty boy.” Ezar murmurs against Lo’ak’s temple, the omega’s signature front beaded braids rolling between them. The flat of his hand travels across Lo’ak’s chest, rolling over the boy’s nipples, bringing forth another muted whine and wiggling of hips. 

“Not fair.” Lo’ak gripes against his pulse. The painstakingly slow petting along his chest feels as if it is lighting his skin on fire, effectively causing a burning to ignite from the inside out. It’s the drag of Ezar’s hips moving for the first time that has the omega clamping down on the soft flesh above his mate’s collarbone. 

“What’s not fair, baby?” The silky braids twist around Ezar’s fingers as he lazily plays with them. “You said you should be in charge and I’m letting you. We ate dinner like you wanted.” Another kiss to his forehead, the skin warm against Ezar’s lips. “You wanted my cock and I gave you that.” The tone drops to a lower octave but Lo’ak no longer cares enough to check the safety of their private conversation. 

“That’s not what I meant.” He whines and turns further into the alpha but that only causes a new angle to be hit and another wave of pleasure to shake through him.

“Then tell me exactly what you want.” Ezar’s pelvis rolls forward, and like a hunter knows every inch of their weapon, his alpha knows exactly how to find his little bundle of nerves perfectly. Lo’ak’s mouth pries open in a silent scream, mind going blank for a prolonged moment. It’s only Ezar’s hand coming up to gently close his jaw that keep him from looking like a fucked out omega and ultimately blowing their cover. 

He shakes his head stubbornly, eyes clenched shut as he tries to regain some sort of mental clarity. There is no way he will be begging for his alpha publicly twice in one night. Knowing the explicit detail his mate will require, Lo’ak is hell bent to suffer in silence rather than risk humiliating himself. 

Or at least that is what he thinks, but as the pressure on his bundle of nerves increases and his alpha waits stubbornly for a response, he starts to wonder how much more of this torture he can endure. Were it any other night he would have already been fucked to half an inch of his life and snuggling close to his mate in their hut while sharing stories from their day. Some nights Ezar is kind enough to rub away the tension that gets lodged in his shoulders, a massage that to his credit is never put as a bargaining chip for anything in return. All of that sounds like a dream now. A dream he is desperately starting to consider sacrificing everything for.

Everything to finally feel him move. 

To finally be taken and broken down to his natural state, mask torn away and bare before his lover with nothing but the truth. To give in to his second gender and allow himself the luxury of being coddled and loved and sometimes being railed till he can’t walk. 

It’s difficult to remember why that was such a bad thing to want in the first place. 

“Come on, love. How am I supposed to let you lead if you won’t give instructions?”

A pained laugh leaves his lips without warning as small tears gather at the corners of his eyes. Ezar quickly shushes the boy and smooths his braids away from his glimmering face. Luckily the sounds are swallowed by boisterous laughter and chatter rippling across the clearing. 

“D-don’t-” He sucks in a sharp breath as the mushroom tips readjust against that special spot inside of him. “D-don’t want to say.” 

Ezar softly coos away the stream of whimpers that build within Lo’ak’s chest. The soothing caress of his mate and slight rocking motion he provides is enough to have the omega finally closing his eyes and letting the tears fall fully. 

“I know you don’t want to, baby.” The heavily accented drawl sings like a lullaby in the night, coaxing Lo’ak closer to the headspace that leaves him floaty and pliant. “Do you know how I know?” 

Shaking his head seems like an exhausting effort, but he manages. 

“Because I know you, Lo’ak.” Ezar circles his palm around the front of the omega’s neck, reveling in the spike of arousal that follows instantly. “I know what lies beneath that stubborn tough act of yours.” The alpha grins when he senses the familiar feeling of a slim tail curling itself around his calf. 

“Deep down you know what’s there too.” He shuffles his hips once more, acting as if it’s to reposition the omega’s weight on his lap. “You know that only I can touch you in the way you crave. That only your alpha can satisfy that yearning in the back of your head.” 

His thumb runs over the apparent mating mark and the loss of tension in Lo’ak’s body is tangible, almost visible in the dim light of eclipse. 

“There’s my sweet omega.” 

Lo’ak’s hips begin to rut back against the thick cock inside of him, brain too fuzzy to worry about the consequences both social and those from disobeying his mate. Luckily, Ezar takes that as their cue to leave. With careful planning he is able to subtly slip himself out of the boy when it appears that all other heads are turned. It takes a hand over his mouth to keep Lo’ak quiet enough, another arm to manhandle him as the omega tries to rut back against him as if he could somehow capture his length again.  

The crowd continues on in friendly conversation without a hitch. While carefully lifting the boy over his shoulder it appears that the rest of the Sully family has finally caught sight of them. Jake Sully gives him a respectful nod, and Ezar is quick to return it, their way of confirming that Lo’ak is in good hands. 

If there is one thing he has learned from his time being mated to Ezar it’s that the sight of durable leather cords means he isn’t going to get what he wants. 

Far past caring about the humiliation, Lo’ak tries to form an adorable pout and pretty words of apology as the alpha ties his wrists to the intruding tree branch in the hut, but the only answer he receives is a little coo and pat to the cheek. Now, laying here naked with his arms over his head dramatically and small cock twitching on display, he tries using the last bit of mental lucidity to find a way to flip the situation to his favor. 

His thought process however seems to be tangling into an inconceivable web as the alpha runs his tongue along his lower abs and hips. Each swipe ends with another sweet kiss placed slowly. In random patterns, these kisses are intercepted with a sudden pain that then blooms into a bite mark or purple hickey. Ezar has always been very intentional and particular about his placement of marks along his body. While some alphas have a hay day, driven by heated lust to cover their mate’s body till there is no doubt in anyone’s mind who they belong to, Ezar prefers a more tactical approach.

From the moment they mated, he has diligently scouted and mapped out every inch of the boy’s beautiful slim body. He takes note of the shifts in body language and noises at each point he has reached with teeth, tongue or hands. It’s in those special spots, the areas where Lo’ak’s eyes blow out and whimpers becomes a hushed whine, that the alpha choses to leave his mark. The benefits that profess from that decision always makes it pay off. During those random encounters in the days to follow with him brushing past those small marks, innocent to the common Na’vi eyes, but Lo’ak knows what it means. Another silent reminder of the alpha’s hold on his pleasure, and promises of more to come. 

Lo’ak doubts he will ever admit how many times he has had to find a secluded place to get off after these small interactions. 

Currently the victim of his mate’s aggressive teeth and tongue is the spot right above his upper thigh, mere inches away from his straining cock. It’s enough to have him bucking and kicking his feet and since the alpha does not appreciate efforts of throwing him off from his carefully chosen spot, the behavior is quickly nipped into a bud. Strong hands harshly pushing hips down and he repositions himself to capturing the boy’s legs with his flexed thighs on either side. 

Although the leather is soft, Lo’ak can already feel the imprints along his wrist from tugging relentlessly against the bonds. His skin is an inferno, heated to the touch. This condition is one that Lo’ak has only ever seen in himself during harsh heats and that revelation makes him realize what pathetic of a state his mate has truly put him in. 

Matters only worsen, when Ezar scales down his body and finally rises back to stand on his feet. Within a few fluid swipes of his hands, the male flicks his loincloth to the side, revealing himself fully to Lo’ak’s ogling gaze. 

“Just for a minute!” Lo’ak pleads, hands yanking at the bonds in hysterical fashion. 

“No, Lo’ak. You’ve lost the privilege to touch tonight.” 

And just like that Lo’ak is condemned to watch his naked mate with a God-like body loom over him seductively without the slightest ability to enjoy the toned muscles he is so fond of. 

Lo’ak knows he has been careless in laying his cards out on the table. From the moment they started courtship and then mating, he has underestimated Ezar’s knack for observation. It didn’t take the alpha long to realize how much Lo’ak enjoys gliding his hands over the smooth lines of his abdomen, even leaving his own hickies in trails adjacent to the toned muscle of his thighs. It’s one of the first things that the omega springs for when they are alone, and therefore the first privilege he loses after misbehavior. 

As much as Ezar yearns to see and feel his little mate worship his body, he is resigned to teach the omega a lesson. Besides, he finds that the stream of whimpers and glazed over glimmer in his poor boy’s eyes is almost as enjoyable as feeling his small fangs against his stomach. 

With his alpha prowling over him completely bare and taking his sweet time teasing his inner thighs once more, Lo’ak throws caution to the wind and yanks on his binds with all of his strength, sore wrists be damned. He needs to feel the smooth toned skin. He needs to sink his teeth into something. Or at least have his mate sink into him. Either would be accepted at this point. However, there is another danger to being tied up, and that is the twisted pleasure and hazy mindset that inevitably follows. 

Perhaps this makes him a masochist, but the tight capture and smooth leather against his wrists has always brought a rush. However, more than that it has provided an escape from his own mind. Submitting willingly is difficult for Lo’ak, his intrusive thoughts constantly second guessing whether or not it is pathetic of him to yield to an alpha so easily. The binds, however, eliminate this fear and self loathing. After all, he can’t hate himself for a situation that is not entirely his fault. He sinks into that feeling freely. Level by level he’s falling down into that swirling abyss where thoughts are muddled and worries drift away with the wind. 

Ezar grins like a Cheshire cat upon detecting the shift in demeanor, his sweet omega finally letting himself enjoy the pleasure of submission. The boy’s hands fall limp against the soft leather, and those beautiful golden eyes peek up at him through slitted lids. 

“That’s it, pretty boy.” Ezar is quick to reward the behavior with tender kisses peppered along his neck and cheeks till finally reaching his lips. Lo’ak’s mouth is warm and wet as his lips move lazily against the alpha’s own. The omega’s tongue sluggishly yields to whatever direction his own manipulates it into and when his teeth sink into the boy’s plump bottom lip, a wanton moan slips free. 

So delicate and soft beneath his touch, Ezar savors the feel of his mate preening close and shifting in whatever way he pleases. He’s putty beneath his hands, glassy eyes musing up at him with the smallest smile. Reaching down between his thighs, a rumbled growl vibrates his chest upon finding the area already dripping with slick. He rolls the sticky substance between his fingers and without bending down to put them close, he is able to fully breathe in the mouth watering scent of undisturbed desire. 

It’s moments like these that Ezar has to reel himself in, take a second to clear his thoughts and keep that primal beast inside of him at bay. In some ways it is easier to do so when Lo’ak isn’t fighting his every other word. Open rebellion has a tendency to stir his instincts into proving his claim once more, even if it is to his own omega. There are times for that, however, times where the alpha is smart enough to recognize that Lo’ak himself is the one to instigate it. 

For now, however, he is focused on slipping his pretty omega deep into subspace for as long as possible, showing him the true ecstasy that comes from being obedient for him. He prays to Eywa that tonight will be enough to keep the boy in line for at least a few days. If not, Lo’ak is sure to just egg him on for another rough railing that leaves them both satisfied and delirious. 

His eyes never leave his mate’s face as he situates the boy’s legs around his waist and trails a finger along his puckered hole. With the little strength left, Lo’ak’s legs cinch around him and try to bully his ass against Ezar’s heavy hanging cock. The alpha rolls his eyes fondly. Leave it to his little spitfire to find subtle ways to try topping from the bottom. 

Still wanting to draw this out to make a point, he uses one hand to skate his mushroom tips back and forth his mate’s plump cheeks and clenching hole. Their aroused scents are already coalescing in the air to create a beautiful essence of complimenting passions. The cold air chills the inside of his nose upon flaring his nostrils to greedily inhale more of that delicious aroma. It’s a perfume that the alpha has quickly become addicted to, possessive and delighting in the fact that he will be the only one to ever enjoy it in its full bloom. 

“Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” Lo’ak sobs. It is then that he notices the tears sparkling along the omega’s dark skin, running fast enough to reach his collarbone. 

Ezar almost hates himself for acknowledging it, but his cock always strains and twitches at the beautiful sight of those tears. The way they flush against his reddened cheeks and create a dazzling glow over dazed eyes. His pretty little mate sobbing and on the brink of breaking, but only broken for him. Only him. This masterpiece to behold belongs to him alone. 

Lo’ak’s face is captured together in a firm grip, plush cheeks squishing beneath his fingertips, before he is being pulled slowly into a deep kiss. And then finally, finally, he feels the thick mushroom tip prod at his entrance, starting the path inside his gummy walls. 

It’s fascinating to Ezar how after so many times being filled and stretched, those slick walls still clamp around him like a vice, tight enough to require real force to get anywhere past the tip.  A pained groan is released into his mate’s mouth and his tail coils and flickers rapidly. Lo’ak’s random babbling and sobbing only serve as sensuous music to his euphoric pleasure. 

“God!” Lo’ak shrieks when he manages to make it an inch past the tip. The word still sounds foreign to the alpha, but he has picked up enough of the Sky Demon lingo to understand the heated emotion behind. 

“Had you sitting on my cock less than twenty minutes ago and your little hole has still managed to tighten up.” He breathes heavily into the omega’s neck. Lo’ak’s elbow almost hits his head while resuming his efforts to yank on the bonds. He contemplates scolding the boy for creating more unnecessary injury to his wrists but then the omega is clamping around him and Ezar has to use all of his control to not tip over the edge right then and there. 

Breath stuttering in his lungs, Ezar cools his zeal and slowly continues to glide forwards. Lo’ak on the other hand is fed up and tired of waiting. 

“Want it all! Please alpha please! Faster!” He cries uncontrollably and the alpha decides that his patience has run out too.

“Bossy little thing you are.” Snapping hips bring the tip racking against that sweet spot without stop or gentile. He wishes he had a camera to capture the absolute mess of sensations that flashes across Lo’ak’s face, almost as if he is buffering for a moment in time. Swollen parted lips, pink cheeks, blown out pupils, and those persistent two braids that Ezar is so fond of splayed across his sweaty forehead. 

He keeps his grip on his mate’s cheeks, forcing him to remain facing the alpha for his own viewing pleasure. 

Ezar pulls out to the very tip before slamming back inside and if that concoction of whimpers and dizzied expression that comes from his mate is not the most beautiful display to witness, he doesn’t know what is. He creates a sprinting pace, maliciously hitting that sweet spot over and over until Lo’ak is screeching with every assault. It takes considerable effort to keep himself from following his mate in getting lost through the haze of pleasure and lust. He allows himself the luxury of pounding away without a stop in zeal but only with a careful eye on Lo’ak’s reaction to every movement. 

This is meant to drive a point home, make Lo’ak realize what he is getting himself into with this disobedient behavior, but even Ezar knows that deep down this is what the boy wants. What they both want. 

So with that in mind, Ezar drives all of his energy into massaging that bundle of nerves with every thrust and pull possible. Lo’ak shakes and cries out in a ramble of incoherent nonsense. When the omega’s back arches upwards from the woven floor, those perky little nipples catch Ezar’s eye. Still relishing in the sensation of smooth velvety walls squeezing him for dear life, the alpha begins to lick a path upward from Lo’ak’s squirming pelvis. 

Their eyes connect for a moment, or at least the thin sliver of Lo’ak’s golden eyes that peek from weighted eyelids catch his own darkened stare. Lo’ak’s scent seems to grip him as hard as his rosebud clamps around his cock when he flicks his textured tongue out at the first nipple. The string of saliva shines on the boy’s skin from the swirling of his tongue around that already hardened point but it is only when he hears the sweet words “please alpha” fall from those plush lips that Ezar cinches his own around Lo’ak’s nipple. 

The thrust and pull of hips begin an electrifying rhythm with the suckling. Pull out, suck, slam back in, finish with a brief nip to the swollen area. It stirs Lo’ak’s hazy mind into a whirlpool of oversensitivity. He no longer recognizes what is his voice filling the air versus his alpha’s. Each ripple of pleasure along his nerves pulls him deeper and deeper into this mindless state while simultaneously bring him closer to completion. 

Grinning against the left nipple now, Ezar is pleased to note his omega’s pretty little cock poking at his stomach. He nestled the mushroom tip of length to press instantly at that special spot inside, resting there heavily without reprieve before languidly stroking the soft tanhi freckled length of Lo’ak’s member.

The boy comes undone with a cry that is sure to be heard back at the communal fire. He shakes and whimpers continuously as euphoria overtakes him and the sticky white fluid is painted between them. It takes the alpha’s pelvis pressing against the omega’s own to keep him in place during the orgasm and another hand at his wrists to prevent inflicting more red outlines. 

He tsks lowly, hand coming up to show the mess his little mate has made all over him. A hint of clarity finally ripples across Lo’ak’s face as he realizes his own mistakes. 

“C-can I cum, alpha?” 

Ezar laughs fondly, sharp teeth nipping at the boy once more to see him squirm. For a moment Lo’ak thinks he is off the hook, his mate having found humor in the slip up, but then he feels the length stretching him full begin to slide out at a sinfully slow pace. Their eyes connect once more and the Sully boy tries to give a wary little smile, he likes to think of himself as charming enough in the most difficult of conundrums. 

“A little late for that, don’t you think, little one?” 

And then they are starting again, the alpha railing him with uncontrolled ferver. Lo’ak is mortified to find his own cock already springing to life. Every tickle of his nerves feels like a zap of electricity in his overstimulated state. He goes to plea and beg, for mercy or more he is not sure, but soon his mouth is occupied with his mate’s long sticky covered digits. He suckles and groans around the fingers obediently. 

“Don’t worry, baby. We just won’t count that one.” 

Lo’ak’s heart rams against his rib cage at the thought of reaching an orgasm again so quickly. His muscles and energy are completely spent, having been bound up for hours and releasing all in one moment. He’s not sure if there is enough left in him to go again. That doesn’t seem to matter however. If there is one thing Ezar is, it’s relentless. It takes this level of determination to chase after his little omega day in and day out. A heavy hand to bring him back into line while also reassuring him that there is always comfort to be found in his arms. 

Struggling only causes him to gag and slobber over the digits while furthermore draining his energy, so Lo’ak finally gives in to the onslaught of sensations. Whispered words of approval along his ear cover him like a warm blanket, tucking his own reservations away easily. 

Ezar beams with pride down at his little mate. So docile and soft beneath him. Taking everything that is given to him with only muffled whimpers and hooded eyes. The sight alone has his balls tightening in anticipation. He’s held off for so long, longer than he would’ve imagined but this time he is determined to tip Lo’ak over the edge again first. Wouldn’t want the boy to get away with too much, Eywa knows he already gets too many mischievous ideas of getting away unscathed daily. 

“Still want to be in charge, baby?”

It’s a rhetorical question but Lo’ak gurgles around his fingers in efforts to respond. Chaste kisses are peppered over the omega’s face to shush him, two digits pressing down firmly on his tongue now. 

In the dim light of their candlelight hut, their shadows dance and stretch across the floor as the sound of primal grunts and slapping skin fills the air. Lo’ak can barely tell up from down let alone keep track of the time that passes, completely enraptured by his dominant mate pulling him closer to the point of ecstasy once more. 

That coils in his lower abdomen tightens at an alarming pace. His legs kick out and muffled words in search of permission slip past his filled mouth. Luckily Ezar requires no further clarification. He can feel the omega cinching around him, another key sign he has learned means the boy is almost past the point of no return. 

“It’s ok baby. Be a good boy and cum for me.” 

As expected that is all it takes to get him spasming beneath him in a wave of pleasure. In the midst of it Lo’ak feels a bloom of warmth erupt in his core. The familiar sensation of being filled to the brim spurs on his orgasm to prolong and erupt in an unfathomable amount of pleasure. Ezar groans out spewed words of praise and sensuous promises into the crook of his neck as he tries to keep his full body weight off of the boy. 

Fingers slip from his mouth slowly, tethered by a string of saliva, and Lo’ak gasps for air. The world blurs around him, making it feel close to an out of body experience as he floats in the post orgasmic haze. He barely registers the bonds being cut and drags of a wet cloth clean him up before his body is tucked against the alpha. The warmth of his skin is luring and his hindbrain is quickly obeyed upon releasing its desire to nuzzle close, to get drunk off of the heavy essence securing him safely in place. 

Ezar knows better than to try and speak sense into the omega at this point. Instead, he lets times pass leisurely as he admires his little mate close to passed out on top of him. 

Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for Lo’ak’s brain to come back online and with that comes the omega’s worries. Unsurprisingly, the first concern pressing at the forefront of his mind is his father’s reaction to the events of the day. Ezar, however, sternly quiets those concerns with promises of talking to Jake Sully in the morning. 

“Sleep now, my omega.” 

And Ezar is ecstatic to find him obeying immediately. 

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Would You Choose Masterlist

Main Masterlist Avatar ML Jake Sully ML Neytiri ML Tsu'tey ML

Pairing: Avatar driver!female oc x Tsu'tey x Jake Sully x Neytiri

Warnings: violence, death, guns & weapons, mentions of death, polyamory, more to come...

Description: She always wanted to go to Pandora, she wanted to learn the ways of the native people first hand, she wanted to know how they healed. Her mom went to Pandora seven years ago, making her promise to come when the time was right, after she came back from her first ten year deployment. She took over the projects her mother worked and started her own. She took care of her mother's legacy on Earth. Trying to protect what little Earth had of its forests, that were once large and covered the planet and trying to restore the once breathable oxygen. The Amazon and Everglades being like her mom's other children, with the Redwoods following like the children's friend. But, she had watch as the things her mother loved and would be proud of we're cut down, burned, and died only have the Amazon left that's where she moved, throwing herself into her work. She focused on healing and medical studies, because while loving the forests and helping a dying planet, she realized that's all it is, a dying planet. A year later she was shipped off to Pandora with no real explanation. But there was no warm welcome, her family wasn't waiting for her, she was all alone with the mystery of herself to figure out.

It was over a year after the fall of Hell's Gate. Everything was peaceful, no more humans to come destroy the wonderous planet of Pandora. That is until a new star in the sky appeared for all of Pandora to see, what would this mean for the newly peaceful planet? Had the demons come back to Pandora? What more could they possibly want?

Part I: Wasn't Supposed To

Part II:

Part III:

Part IV:

Part V:

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The eldest daughter who wasn't wanted

Sully family x oldest daughter reader

(I am rewriting this story)

y/n sully is the oldest daughter of the Sully's twin sister of Neteyam. Even though y/n was a na'vi she came out smaller than a normal Navi baby and her skin was a sky demon tan color. She was given away a week after birth. After 16 years the Sully's reunited with y/n but y/n has a new family and doesn't consider the Sully's her family besides Mo'at.

(art isn't mine unless I say it is. The names I picked out.

I've been wanting to do this story for a while and I finally got the push I needed for it, this is just one of my avatar stories)

y/n and clan / prologue

Y/n (16 years old)

The eldest daughter of the Sully's twin sister of Neteyam.

Belongs to the Dushnikh clan a terrifying, strong but caring clan.

The Dushnikh clan is a clan of the tallest, green orcish Navis

The clan is located in a swampy area.

(The clan and characters are my ocs but the name of the clan is from a Skyrim its a orc strong hold)

~prologue 16 years ago~

The battle had ended with hells gates a few months ago when neytiri had went into labor. After many hours of pain Neytiri had given birth to her children, a little  girl and a little boy named y/n and Neteyam, but y/n came out wrong, y/n was much smaller than a normal na'vi newborn she was human newborn size, her skin was a tannish color with light blue strips and she had five fingers, she did have na'vi ears, nose, kuru, and tail. Neytiri held the small new born looking up at Jake "Ma Jake.." she started Jake shock his head "don't worry my love" he replied at first they were happy to have both of the twins but soon some of the clan started talking "that baby is a demon!" "You need to get rid of it!" "Demon blood!" Neytiri and Jack did their best to ignore them.

~ a week later~

"My daughter don't do this! Please let her hear the great mother!" Mo'at begged as her daughter and son-in-law were about to give their daughter away.

"No mother. I am her mother I know what's best for her. We need to protect our family and clan" neytiri said as she gave her week old daughter to norm, while Neteyam cried from the wrapping of his mother's chest, Jake held kiri as he talked to Norm.

"She is family!" Mo'at hissed

Jack stepped between his mate and her mother

"Enough we made our choice" Jake hissed

Mo'at hissed back before grabbing the week old baby girl from norm "Fine I will take her somewhere where she can grow up in peace" Mo'at growled holding the baby closer to her chest

"Mother-" neytiri started but was cut off

"Enough! I am your mother and one of the elders! My choice over rules yours!" Mo'at hissed neytiri and Jack stepped back.

"I am her father give me my daughter" Jake said trying to grab y/n

Mo'at hissed again "No! I have spoken Jack Sully, the other elders agree with me, she deserves to live in peace"

"Mother where are you taking her? Let us come with you, I want to know that my daughter is safe" neytiri offers

Mo'at shock her head "No! Stay here, I will make sure she is safe" Mo'at said walking away with the baby.

~sometime later ~

Mo'at had sat in the hut with another larger elder sitting in front of her

"Mo'at my old friend, it's nice to see you but what's brought you to our home?" The elder in front Mo'at asked

"Leyra my old friend, as you know my daughter had her child a week ago. But my daughter has given up her daughter because she looks different." Mo'at said as she opened the baby carrier on her chest.

The elder na'vi gasped "These young ones always think they know what's best. Did you talk to her about her fate if she does this?" Leyra said as she looked at the small tan na'vi child staring back at her with an incorrect toothless smile.

Mo'at nodded as she looked down at the week old "yes but my daughter and her husband didn't listen.. they said they know what's best for their family."

Leyra and Mo'at turned when they heard the beads at the opening move to see another large female na'vi holding a small toddler

"My apologies mother and Mo'at" the female na'vi spoke with a bow Mo'at and Leyra smiled

"Zo'ile it has been to long, I see you have a small one" Mo'at said with a smile as the young na'vi walked over to her mother's friend.

Leyra smiled as her daughter sat beside her "Zo'ile I was about to call for you" Leyra said smiling at her daughter "Mo'at has brought her granddaughter to us, to be raised and cared for"

Zo'ile froze when her mother said those words before looking at Mo'at who held the small tan na'vi and her son At'ok standing by Mo'at smiling at the baby. Zo'ile reached out and Mo'at smiled before handing her the small baby.

"Her name is y/n" Mo'at said as she handed zo'ile the baby

Zo'ile smiled her heart had acked for the baby her son At'ok got into his mother's arms and stared at the baby as well "Tsmuke (sister)" At'ok said smiling zo'ile smiled before looking back at her mother and Mo'at "mother can she stay here I can raise her as my own, of course she'll know Mo'at as her grandmother as well. Please" zo'ile begged slightly.

Leyra and Mo'at smiled, Mo'at knew from then on her granddaughter would be loved and cared for from someone other than her. Leyra looked at her old friend

"Mo'at" she asked Mo'at smiled

"As long as you're ok with it my old friend" Mo'at replied

Leyra smiled "she'll be loved, cared for and excepted" Leyra said as they watched At'ok and y/n fell asleep in Zo'iles arms against her chest making her smile

(Something like this)

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Mo'at smiled sadly she didn't want to leave her first grandchild but her people really needed her and she knew y/n would have a better life here. "goodbye ma granddaughter I will come visit when I can, and thank you again leyra, zo'ile" Mo'at said getting up

leyra nodded and got up as well followed by zo'ile "of course my friend anything for you" she said hugging the smaller Forest na'vi.

Mo'at nodded and left the hut, zo'ile looked down at her children "mother why would neytiri give up her child?" Zo'ile asked Leyra shook her head

"Sometime na'vi forget the ways we were taught, they think they know best until eywa shows that you're wrong. Neytiri gave the child up because some sharp words spoken by her clan" Leyra said as she looked at her daughter, before walking away to grab crushed up herbs

"The day will come where we will have to tell her but until then, she will be raised the way of our people" leyra said gently rubbed the herd on the baby's head making her giggle in her sleep zo'ile smiled.

"Good night mother" zo'ile said as she walked out of the hut

"Good night ma daughter"

Zo'ile walked into her hut on to meet the chest of her mate Nawmrui.

"Ma Zo'ile are you and At'ok alright what took so long?" Nawmrui asked before his eyes widden at the sight of the smaller na'vi in his mate and childs arms.

"Ma Nawmrui, Mo'at had came by for a visit and she brought her granddaughter. Neytiri and her mate didn't want the baby, when I laid eyes on her I felt the great mother telling me to take her in as my own." Zo'ile said holding the baby's close

Nawmrui slowly got down on his knees to see the baby clearly, y/n had opened her sleepy eyes before giggle and reaching out for nawmrui gently placing her hand on his nose.

Nawmrui smiled "Oh great mother has blessed us with not one amazing child but now two. I am blessed" Nawmrui said as he got up and gently hugged his wife and his two children.

The next morning y/n had been introduced to the clan and they watched as y/ns kuru was connected to their spirit tree. The tree grew brighter and the clan was overjoyed to see the newest member of the Dushnikh clan

Nawmrui and zo'ile stared at their two children with nothing but love and care.

If the Sully's didn't want y/n the Dushnikh clan definitely did.

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Dilf Jake sully x Omatikaya reader!

You just turned eighteen and since you will be completing your right of passage soon and both of your parents are deceased Jake sully the olo'keteyan of the village has been chosen to mentor you and you've had verry few interactions with him so your extremely nervous and your ears are perched back in fear despite the good things you've heard of him..

Warning's: daddy kink, daddy issues TvT, fluff, maybe more idk I'm writing the warning before the story so..?

Chapter one 'i understand'

You rushed to get up in the morning searching for a different loincloth and top to wear as you weren't sure if the one you were wearing was to revealing, or not good enough looking. Just overthinking as usual

Once you find a pretty good one that nice and modest and change into it and try to do your best to braid the front pieces of your long curly hair out of her face, and you admitted to your self you looked cute!

Of course you wanted to look good for jake getting trained by the olo'keteyan was a honor and you were nervous, scared, excited, terrified so many things to feel at once but that's how you roll

You made your way out of your tent and walked a little past high camp to a place in the forest that you had been told to meet for training and you look around for Jake seeing him preached on a rock your tail curled he's so strong looking and so tall..10ft only the strongest navi were that tall and he's so muscular..

Your snapped out of your thoughts when Jake called out to you coming towards you with a laugh "enjoying the show?" He says of course joking on the fact of how zoned out you were and you get so flustered burying your face in your hand your ears perching back again

Jake noticed your nervousness and bent down to you a little bit he forgets his huge size some times your only maybe..8 foot? And he was cowering over you so now that he's bent down your at eye level and he softened his gaze "I was joking syulang calm down a bit were just gonna get to know each other today" he says ruffling your hair and you Jake a deep breath your ears giving a flicker and perking up as he ruffles your hair and ears and you had let out a little giggle "that's what I'm talking about!' Jake says before leading you to some rocks by the river and sits on one lower to the ground and places you on a high one so he's not so high up from you and you can both sit comfortably

"so what's your name syulang or should I just stick to syulang" he says with a little laugh and you think to your self that you wouldn't mind him calling you that for food but you smiled cheekly "I'm (name)" you say with a blush your cheeks with a purple tint

"what a lovely name but I think I like syulang better" he says with a smile and you feel your heart flutter and almost skip a beat he's so mesmerizing.. "th-thank you olo'keteyan!" You say feeling so lucky smiling like a young girl with a innocent crush looking away from him embarrassed and he bites his lip smiling at how cute you were when you were all nervous like that and he wraps an arm around you pulling you closer "don't be so formal syulang call me jake!" You smiled your ears perking up and you knod franticly "ok j-jake!" He smiled and looks down at you with a more serious face "so since I'm mentoring you that means your parents...," You cut him of your ears shifting down "th-there d-dead."

They had died in the war against the sky people to Jake just being one more casualtie but to you it was your whole world crashing down three years ago when your parents took the bullet to save you and died in the prosses leaving you alone in the forest for months until some soldiers found you and brought you back and you spent the last three years alone crying your self to sleep with the memories flashing through your mind

It's crazy how the sound of Jake's voice immediately snapped you out of your horrible trance the memories fading and you feel the tears now on your cheeks and Jake wraps his arms around you pulling your face I to his chest and you melt into his arms feeling so safe and secure you never wanted him to let you "I lost my mate a few years ago and my brother so I understand" he says rubbing your back as you fall asleep in his arms this is the first time you've actually gone to sleep feeling safe since your parents death

I am taking Jake x reader request!