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Unitalron — Lo'ak Sully x F!Reader

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warning: none, slight angst/sad, no comfort, enjoy ig 😞

unitalron: a rite of passage, in which na'vi seek their spirit animal. ─ in-depth desc. txe’lan: heart 'itan: son skxawng: moron, idiot Eywa: world spirit, Gaia. ─ in-depth desc.

The dressed-up Omatikaya clan gathered beneath the radiant glow of the bioluminescent flora of Pandora's forest, celebrating the triumphant return of Lo'ak from his Unitalron (dream hunt). Spirits were high, joy echoed through the trees and the air was filled with the intoxicating rhythm of the drums, music and fire crackling. The night may have even been deemed perfect, yet, amidst the celebration, a sombre and dull expression sat on Lo'ak's face as he walked.

She stood with her eyes flickering nervously as she searched the noisy crowd for him.

Having emerged still breathing from his Unitalron, Lo'ak strode through the jubilant crowd, his eyes only seeking out one singular female. The radiant connection the two forged during their time together now seemed fragile and faint, for a few weeks earlier, Y/N had been chosen as a mate by another male na'vi in the clan - Ata'ran. He was tall, muscular, sensible, a good hunter. Lo'ak yearned to claim Y/N as his own, but fate, it seemed, had other plans.

As the vibrant celebration unfolded, Lo'ak felt the weight of missed chances and lost love pressing down on him. He moved through the crowd with a heavy heart, catching glimpses of females in the arms of their chosen mate. The sight pierced his soul, a bitter reminder of what could have been him and Y/N.

As Lo'ak moved through the crowd, his eyes sought out Y/N. There she was, dancing covered in the bioluminescent paint, her hand intertwined with her chosen mate's. He felt as if his txe’lan was ripping apart.

Y/N's gaze met Lo'ak's and for a fleeting moment, their eyes locked. In that shared glance, the unspoken agony was evident. Her eyes reflected the sadness of a love unfulfilled, a connection severed by timing and circumstance. She wished it were Lo'ak beside her, and he wished he had been quicker in declaring his heart.

The celebration continued, but the music felt distant to Lo'ak. He shook his head in disbelief, looking down at the ground as if searching for answers in the soft glow of the bioluminescence. The echoes of laughter and joy surrounded him, but the hollowness in his chest drowned out the festive melody. As much as he tried to get his mind off of her, he just wasn't able to.

A heavy sigh escaped from Lo'ak's lips, carrying with it the weight of regret and heartbreak as his family danced around him.

"Lo'ak!" Neytiri called, leaving the dancing family and walking towards her youngest son. "Lo'ak, you are a man now!" She said proudly sitting down next to him. Lo'ak just nodded, flashing a small smile before looking back down to the ground. Frowning, Neytiri noticed how unusually quiet Lo'ak was.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" A mother always knows.

Lo'ak looked up, debating on whether or not to seek comfort from his mother; she would understand. "Nothing's wrong." He replied, everything was wrong. Still sceptical, Neytiri didn't want to push it, at least not tonight.

Staring at Lo'ak with his shoulders slumped, she sighed. "Okay. Come dance with us." She said smiling again, hoping her joy tonight could be handed over to her son. Not noticing him budge, Neytiri looked ahead at their family, sighing. "You can make fun of your father." She added, tilting her head in which Lo'ak's ears slightly twitched.

However, Lo'ak stubbornly shook his head, a new faint smile on his less gloomy face. "Nah, dancing's not my thing ma."

"Look at all our people, 'itan. They are all here tonight, celebrating you. See, your father over there dancing like a skxawng? And your sister Kiri singing? It is all in the joy of you." Lo'ak just shook his head, avoiding eye contact with his mother. He was not going to be joining. Neytiri nodded, sadly walking back to the rest of the family. Jake looked at her, disappointed there was no boy beside his wife.

A mother always knows. Even without being told anything, she had a feeling it had something to do with the young female dancing with a male; the wrong male.

Lo'ak sat alone, watching the love of his life slip away by the minute, the pain etched across his features. Every minute spent with Ata'ran was a minute spent lost with Lo'ak and he knew they'd soon run out of time.

As the night slowly went on, the party began growing smaller and smaller, a few tired and returning to sleep.

Y/N was leaving with Ata'ran, however not before she glanced back at Lo'ak, her eyes reflecting the shared agony. The pain in Lo'ak's chest was palpable as he watched Y/N exchange a sorrowful look with him, a silent apology in her beautiful round eyes. She admitted she wanted to be with Lo'ak thus he longed for her, but the work of Eywa had unfortunately pulled them apart.

With a heavy heart, Y/N continued walking, leaving Lo'ak behind at his own celebration, his spirit broken and the echoes of what might have been lingering in his mind. The image of his luminescent skin dots lingered in Y/N's mind; never would she be able to cuddle at night with him anymore, never would she be able to hug him as more than a friend.

As the moons bathed Pandora in its gentle glow and the stars freckled across the sky, Lo'ak found himself beneath the hanging branches of the sacred tree. He looked up, seeking solace in the whispers of Eywa, wondering if the deity understood the ache that reverberated through his very own soul.

The quiet echoes of the festival still reached him here, a distant reminder of the joy that eluded him. Lo'ak sighed, the weight of the night pressing down on him. If only destiny had woven a different story, if only Eywa had granted him and Y/N the perfect ending they both wished for.

mb it was short 😞

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