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inmyfxith · 10 months

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Cry No More

Pairing: Lo'ak x f!baby

Warnings: Mention of blood and death, it's really quick and not too much.

Words: 1k6

-> Requested by @gosusu123

It was a quiet night. The forest shone, filling the young man’s eyes with luminous hues that grew brighter with every step he took. With slow steps, he seized the opportunity to spot a prey. There, nestled in a natural, verdant grove, a young sturmbeest revelled by a clear, shallow spring. Drawing his bow, Lo’ak inhaled deeply, waiting for the right moment to allow his arrow to hit its target in the most beautiful way possible. The angle seemed ideal, and the sharp blade would penetrate the animal’s neck, allowing him to avoid damaging its precious skin. But a shrill noise caught the beast’s attention, and it raised its head towards its source before quickly joining its herd, costing Lo’ak an excellent hunting trophy. Lowering his arms, he mumbled a few curses before moving forward to the main offender in his failure. It wasn’t difficult to track them down, as the noise never ceased to break the peaceful silence of the night. And the closer he got, the more familiar the sound became.

The situation revealed left him speechless. A female Na’vi was desperately trying to frighten off a viperwolf who was about to call out to his companions. She used every means she could to make him back off, away from the source of the noise that was so close to her heart. A baby. Her baby, frightened by the beast that threatened to attack them and their mother. The viperwolf groped its way towards her, precisely avoiding the makeshift torch that was about to die out with every move. Without further ado, Lo’ak once again drew his bow, remaining as concealed as possible to add a not inconsiderable element of surprise to his attack. But he was wrong: no sooner had he straightened up to make his shot more accurate than the beast stared back at him with its abominable green eyes. He shot his first arrow, which was dodged by the animal, which then pounced on the mother, who, baffled by the arrival of a potential savior, had let her guard down for a second. She fell to the ground, mingling her cry of pain and fear with that of her child, whose cries intensified even more. Lo’ak quickly drew his bow again, this time hitting the animal so strategically that it collapsed almost instantly.

Jumping over the trunk behind which he had been standing back, Lo’ak rushed towards the mother. Moving his hand under her head, he realized the extent of the wounds inflicted during the attack. The animal had sunk its sharp fangs into her neck, spilling her blood, crimson and hot, onto the forest ground that had most certainly seen her grow up. Her big yellow eyes were full of tears. Lo’ak could feel in them all the torpor that was invading her at the moment. If he’s gone deeper into the forest, if he hadn’t lingered on the sturmbeest, he certainly could have saved her. She couldn’t talk to him. Her hand, still free, tried to grab his arm. She seemed to be choking, and in a final desperate maternal gesture, she lifted her baby against him before being welcomed to Eywa's side. The child was still crying, but their cries were different, as if they understood what had just happened. Lo'ak wiped his tears with the back of his hand as he heard deep growls all around him again, the other members of the pack must have caught the scent of blood and were no doubt eager to feast on new prey. Grabbing his bow in one hand, he held the baby close to his chest and set off through the forest until he was well away from the predators. There, he settled against a tree, desperately trying to calm the child who would soon attract other equally frightening beasts.

"Shhhh, please be quiet!" Vigilant, he examined his surroundings as carefully as possible, trying to anticipate the slightest attack. He tried to remember what his mother did when Tuk started to cry. Imitating her gesture, Lo'ak held the baby in a lying position, supporting their body with one of his arms, and began to make gentle movements from right to left with almost millimetric regularity. He was the first to be amazed when, just a few minutes later, the baby stopped crying. Their eyes, similar to their mother’s, watched him in amazement, and soon the crying gave way to babbling and chirping. They looked at each other for a long moment, taming one another with a delicacy and tenderness Lo'ak didn't know he could display. His eyes still riveted on the child's, the young man resumed his walk towards the camp.

"Lo'ak is back!" Tuk announced enthusiastically. She ran towards her big brother, stopping for a moment when she realized what he was holding in his arms.

"What's that?" The little girl hopped around Lo'ak to get a better look at the baby who, no doubt frightened by the sudden attention, tried to hide against the young man's chest.

"Back off, you're scaring her!" He gestured her away, shoving his now slightly cumbersome bow into her hands. Once near his parents' hut, Lo'ak took a deep breath before stepping inside. Neytiri was busy weaving a basket, while Jake's multiple monitors gave the hut a semi-laboratory atmosphere. She didn't turn around when he entered, at least not until the baby let out a sneeze. Tuk was already a little girl, and no newborns had been born during the season. Neytiri leapt to her feet.

"Where did you find them?" she hastened to question Lo'ak.

"In the forest... their mother was attacked by a viperwolf." The mother placed her hand on the baby's head, and they let out another sneeze. A tender smile spread across her face, and with a knowing nod, she released her son from the child. From the moment he was separated from them, he felt a strange sense of loss. The warmth that had crept up against him dissipated and was replaced by a feeling of want. He wished he'd kept them longer. The warmth that had crept up against him dissipated and was replaced by a feeling of want. He wished he'd kept them longer. The baby must have felt a similar sensation, for they began to cry almost instantly when they were taken away from their savior. Neytiri was slightly taken aback, before she began to cradle the child.

"She seems to like you a lot," she pointed out as she settled back in front of her weave. Lo'ak took a step forward, unable to keep his distance.

"She?" Neytiri looked up at her son, whose eyes remained fixed on the child. "She," he repeated, more to himself. When the family gathered for the evening meal, the baby was introduced to the other members.

"Don't look at her like that, Tuk step away a little bit, let her breathe." As soon as he'd had the chance, Lo'ak had taken her back against him, like a treasure he wanted only for himself. Neytiri offered her a sling as soon as the child was old enough to be carried without risk. And he took her through the forest to show her all the beauty of Pandora. He avoided the place where he'd found her with great caution, one day he'd explain, one day he'd reveal the truth, but for now it was just her and him. The relationship evolved even further when the baby was able to walk. She followed Lo'ak closely, sometimes bumping into his leg when he stopped suddenly.

"Then we'll see who her favourite is!"Kiri argued, setting the little girl down on the cold camp floor before standing a few meters away from her. Lo'ak, sure of himself, positioned himself in such a way as to form an imaginary triangle. And the race was on.

"Come and see your favorite person!" Called the young man as he crouched down without taking his eyes off her. Kiri did the same, and while she exulted when the toddler took a few steps in her direction, she let out a grunt when she began to run slowly toward Lo'ak. When the little girl was within arm's reach, he lifted her into the air, paying no attention to his sister, who was grumbling in her corner. The baby was laughing, and that's all that mattered. When he was sitting, she used to make her way between his legs and rest her head against his chest to hear his heartbeat. He was the first to congratulate her when, atop the Hallelujah Mountains, she tamed her ikran, marking the advent of long aerial excursions through the forest.

When she was old enough to understand, he explained where she'd come from and how she'd come into his life. So, for the first time since their meeting, she asked to be left alone. He worried as he watched her go off into the forest, without him to protect her, but he respected her choice. When Lo'ak saw that she hadn't returned, he set off in search of her. And he found her on the very spot where it all began. Placing a wreath of flowers she'd just made on the ground, the young girl settled down. She turned her face to Lo'ak, whose heart broke to see the tears streaming down her cheeks. He approached her gently and took his place beside her. The girl's head found its place almost naturally against his shoulder, and Lo'ak hastened to hold her close.

"Thank you for having saved me," she murmured softly as she let herself be rocked by the one she loved to call my brother.

Tag -> @eywas-heir ; @cullenswife

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inmyfxith · 10 months

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Cry No More

Pairing: Lo'ak x f!baby

Warnings: Mention of blood and death, it's really quick and not too much.

Words: 1k6

-> Requested by @gosusu123

"Lo'ak is back!" Tuk announced enthusiastically. She ran towards her big brother, stopping for a moment when she realized what he was holding in his arms.

"What's that?" The little girl hopped around Lo'ak to get a better look at the baby who, no doubt frightened by the sudden attention, tried to hide against the young man's chest.

"Where did you find them?" she hastened to question Lo'ak.

"She seems to like you a lot," she pointed out as she settled back in front of her weave. Lo'ak took a step forward, unable to keep his distance.

"Thank you for having saved me," she murmured softly as she let herself be rocked by the one she loved to call my brother.

Tag -> @eywas-heir ; @cullenswife

#avatar #avatar the way of water #awow #lo'ak #lo'ak imagine #lo'ak imagines #lo'ak fic #avatar 2 #avatar imagine #avatar imagines #neytiri #kiri #tuktirey #tuk

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inmyfxith · 10 months

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Hey! I was wondering if you could write a one shot where lo'ak goes hunting/for a walk during the night and finds a newborn abandoned babygirl desperately crying because there's a creature trying to attack her, lo'ak saves the baby and makes her stop crying by rocking her on his chest? Then he would bring the baby to his family, they would adopt her and Lo'ak simply couldn't get away from the baby, always carrying and giving her lots of cuddles and kisses, and they would grow up to be an adorable sibling dual?

Hi there! After months of waiting (and I'm extremely sorry about that), I've written it and it should be out in a few minutes normally! I hope it's what you've been waiting for! Thanks a lot for the request and for your patience❤️

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inmyfxith · 11 months

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if you have any questions feel free to ask me in the comments or via dm :) hope I get a lot of participants!

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inmyfxith · 11 months

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RED DEAD REDEMPTION II • scenery [77/?] —Travels Through New Austin

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inmyfxith · 11 months

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For the spider socorro gifs

1strecomdejablue has some

Yourlocalfriendlyhobbit has 1

Catboyquaritch has some

Thank you very much, I'll be sure to take a look at it 🫶

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inmyfxith · 11 months

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How they would react if... You were a warrior but also the calmest person they’d ever seen

Including -> Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Neytiri, Jake, Spider, Tsireya, Aonung, Tonowari & Tsu'tey.

A/N -> Once again, I apologize for the delay in completion… April and May proved to be arduous periods, full of demanding academic work that consumed my time and energy…

-> Requested by @avatar4life

He would see you as a role model, someone to learn from and emulate, and he would strive to incorporate your calmness into his own life.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Neteyam had ever seen, he would be in awe of you. He knows the value of courage, strength, and prowess in battle. But to see these qualities embodied in you would be a sight to behold. Neteyam would recognize the rare combination of fierce power and inner peace that you possess, and he would hold you in the highest esteem. Though he would be inspired by your strength and ability, Neteyam would also feel a deep need to protect you. He knows that even the bravest of warriors can face moments of vulnerability, and he would be there to support you through any hardships. Neteyam would stand beside you, a steady presence that you could rely on, offering his guidance and strength. He would be captivated by your unwavering composure. Your ability to stay centered and focused in even the most dangerous situations would be a beacon of hope for him, a reminder of the power of inner peace.

Lo'ak would find a sense of serenity and balance he had never known before, and he would be forever grateful to have you by his side.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Lo’ak had ever seen, he would feel drawn to you in ways beyond explanation. He would gaze at you in admiration, mesmerized by the grace and strength with which you moved. Your inner peace and balance would stir something deep within him, filling him with a sense of reverence for your power both on and off the battlefield. Where others might react with fear or fury, you would remain steadfast, radiating an aura of tranquility that put all around you at ease. Your unshakable composure would be a beacon of hope and courage for those around you, earning the respect and admiration of all. Lo'ak would feel a deep sense of pride and respect for your abilities, recognizing the valuable contribution you made to your community as a warrior. He would be eager to seek out your counsel and support in times of conflict, knowing that your insights and wisdom would help him make the right decisions. However, Lo'ak would also be acutely aware of the sacrifices you would have to make to maintain such a role as a warrior. He would recognize the emotional and physical toll it could take on you, and he would be devoted to ensuring that you had the time and space to care for yourself as well as others.

She would seek to learn from your example to find her own sense of inner peace and self-assurance.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Kiri had ever seen, she would be drawn to the strength and skill you possess, finding it intriguing and inspiring. She would be fascinated by the way you handle yourself in intense situations and how you fearlessly confront challenges. However, her own insecurities and feelings of inadequacy might cause her to doubt whether she can measure up to your warrior’s abilities. She might feel a sense of vulnerability and wonder if she can truly complement someone who is so fierce and powerful. Kiri would find herself in a awe of your calm demeanor. As someone who struggles with self-consciousness and a longing to be more like her adoptive parents, she could be captivated by your ability to maintain tranquility even in the face of adversity. Your calmness would provide a sense of stability and reassurance for Kiri, offering a counterbalance to her own restless and sometimes chaotic nature

If she perceives any threat or danger to you, her instinctive response would be to defend and shield you, regardless of your calmness.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Neytiri had ever seen, she would feel a great amount of respect and admiration for you. It’s your calmness that would capture her attention and, above all, her curiosity. She has a passionate and intense nature and she would be fascinating to encounter someone who can maintain a serene demeanor even in the most challenging and chaotic situations. Neytiri would observe your composed presence with a mix of wonder and a desire to understand the source of that tranquility. Soon, she would be drawn to the balance you bring into the relationship as she has a fiery spirit that might sometimes lead her to impulsive decisions. She appreciates loyalty and strength and so would find solace in the fact that your calmness does not equate to weakness but rather reflects inner strength and resolve. As she sometimes struggles with her own intense emotions, Neytiri would gradually learn from your tranquil nature and her behavior would be tempered by your serenity as you would teach her the value of patience, introspection, and emotional balance.

He would see you as a source of strength and serenity in his life, cherishing you as a partner who complements his own adventurous spirit while providing the emotional stability he craves.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Jake had ever seen, he would be captivated by your dual nature. As a former Marine and someone who appreciates strength and bravery, he would be deeply impressed by your skills as a warrior. He would find your prowess in combat incredibly attractive and would hold you in high regard for your ability to defend your people and stand up against threats. Your calm demeanor would truly touch his heart. Having faced personal struggles and hardships, Jake has a deep appreciation for tranquility and stability. Your serene presence would resonate with his longing for inner peace. He would feel a sense of comfort and security when he is with you, knowing that you possess a profound sense of calmness that can anchor him during turbulent times. Jake would cherish your calm presence as a source of emotional stability. He would confide in you, seeking your wisdom and guidance during times of confusion or turmoil. Your calmness would create a safe space for Jake to express his thoughts and emotions knowing that you would offer a steady and understanding presence.

You complemented each other’s strengths and weaknesses, forging a bond that was both powerful and nurturing.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Spider had ever seen, he would be both exhilarated and amazed. He would be struck by the contrast between your incredible prowess and your unwavering calmness. While the chaos of battle raged around you, you remained composed, your every action deliberate and measured. Spider can sometimes be driven by intense emotions and a fiery temperament, your presence would be a soothing revelation to him. Your tranquility would act as a steady anchor, grounding him even in the most tumultuous of circumstances. He would find a guiding light in you because your influence would help him develop a newfound sense of self-control and resilience. Whenever Spider felt overwhelmed or on the verge of losing his composure, he would seek solace in your presence. Your calming aura would envelop him, gently coaxing his racing thoughts into a state of serenity.

She would stand by your side, providing comfort and encouragement whenever needed.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Tsireya had ever seen, she would deeply admire your incredible warrior skills and the strength you exhibit in battle. She would also be intrigued by the contrast between your warrior persona and your inner calmness. She would be curious to understand how you manage to maintain such tranquility amidst the chaos of battle. Tsireya would hold a great deal of respect for your abilities and unique qualities. She would acknowledge the importance of your role and appreciate the balance you bring to the relationship. She would also be a supportive partner and would offer her unwavering support to you in both times of battle and in moments of peace. Tsireya would feel a deep emotional connection to you, and your calmness would serve as a source of inspiration for her own development.

He would come to appreciate and learn from your ability to approach situations with a level head.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Aonung had ever seen, he would admire your combat skills and find them quite exciting, perhaps even sparking a sense of competitiveness within him. He might feel a strong attraction to your strength and prowess, drawn to you as someone who can match his own adventurous spirit. As someone who often masks his own insecurities and pressures behind a facade of recklessness, he might secretly yearn for the same level of composure and tranquility that you possess. This combination of admiration and attraction might also trigger a sense of insecurity within Aonung. He might question whether he is worthy of someone as composed and skilled as you. This internal struggle could manifest as occasional self-doubt, causing him to second-guess his actions or feel the need to prove himself in your presence.

He would trust your judgment implicitly, recognizing your capability to navigate through challenges with your calmness and strategic mindset.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Tonowari had ever seen, he would greatly admire and be drawn to your warrior nature. As a respected leader himself, he would appreciate your courage, skill, and ability to protect your clan. He would even recognize you as an equal in terms of strength and capabilities. Tonowari would find your calmness to be a compelling and intriguing aspect of your personality, he would value your ability to maintain composure and make rational decisions even in the face of adversity. While he would admire your fierce independence, he would also be concerned for your safety. His instinct to shield and support you would arise from a place of love and care rather than a belief that you are incapable of handling yourself. His response would involve a delicate balance between offering his assistance and respecting your autonomy.

He would evolve to become a more balanced and well-rounded individual.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Tsu’tey had ever seen, he would appreciate your prowess in battle and recognize you as an equal. He would find it exhilarating to have a partner who can match his own combat skills. Tsu'tey's initial response to your calm demeanor might be one of skepticism or even confusion. He is known for his assertiveness, occasional aggression, and emotional intensity, so your serenity could initially clash with his own personality. He might struggle to understand how someone can remain so composed and unaffected by the chaos and challenges of your world. As your relationship deepens, he would gradually start to appreciate and be intrigued by your calmness on a deeper level. Despite his occasional bouts of aggression or impatience, Tsu’tey might find solace in your tranquil nature. He might even seek your counsel during moments when he feels overwhelmed or conflicted.

Tag -> @eywas-heir ; @cullenswife

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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How they would react if... You wake up from a coma after being severely injured

Including -> Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Neytiri, Spider, Tsireya, Aonung, Tonowari & Tsu'tey.

A/N -> Female reader

-> Requested by @innersuitcasehairdoscissors (deeply sorry it took so long)

With patience and tenderness, he would do everything within his power to help you regain your strength and vitality.

If Neteyam saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, his heart would surge with a potent mix of overwhelming relief and deep-seated concern for your well-being. As the eldest sibling, Neteyam is no stranger to shouldering the weight of responsibility for the safety and protection of his loved ones, and he would undoubtedly feel an unshakeable sense of duty to care for your recovery. A young man of honor and unwavering devotion, Neteyam treasures his relationships with others and cherishes the bonds that tie them together. For him, your recovery would present an unparalleled opportunity to deepen your bond and strengthen your connection, perhaps even as a chance to showcase his dedication and loyalty as a partner. Of course, Neteyam is not impervious to the pressures of his own dreams and aspirations, and he may struggle with the conflict between his desire to care for you and his own personal goals. Yet, his fierce loyalty and unwavering sense of responsibility would compel him to prioritize your needs above all else. Throughout the healing process, Neteyam would be a steadfast presence of unwavering support and comfort for you, offering a listening ear and a compassionate heart to guide you toward recovery.

As Neteyam watched the sun rise above the distant mountains, he felt a weight lifting from his heart. For days, he had been by your side, watching over you as you lay in a coma, your body weak and still. But this morning, something had shifted. A flutter of movement, a soft sigh, and then your eyes opened, blinking in the bright light of day. Neteyam's heart leaped with joy, and he rushed to your side, his footsteps light on the forest floor.

"You're awake," he breathed, his voice filled with relief and tenderness. As he looked down at you, he saw your eyes searching his face, your expression soft and uncertain. He reached out to take your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's me, Neteyam," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "You're safe now. I'm here for you.” You gave a weak smile, your hand squeezing his in gratitude. And then, suddenly, your face crumpled with pain, and you cried out softly. Neteyam's heart clenched with fear, but he kept his voice calm and steady.

"It's okay," he murmured, reaching out to stroke your hair. "I'm here. I won't leave you." For hours, he sat by your side, watching over you as you drifted in and out of consciousness. He sang to you softly, his voice like a soothing balm, and held your hand as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

He would be your rock, your constant companion, and your unwavering support, always there for you when you needed him most.

If Lo’ak saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured his heart would likely fill with an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude. He would be by your side in an instant, a rush of emotions coursing through him as he took in the sight of you regaining consciousness. As he watched you come back to life, he would be overcome with a deep sense of relief that you had managed to pull through such a traumatic experience. But along with his relief would come a fierce concern for your well-being. Lo'ak would be acutely aware of the pain and suffering you had endured, and he would be determined to do everything in his power to help you recover. Whether it meant staying by your side day and night, or providing you with the emotional support and care that you needed to heal, he would be there for you every step of the way. In the weeks and months that followed, Lo'ak would be a constant presence in your life, offering you his unwavering support and encouragement as you worked to regain your strength and independence. He would listen to your every need, and do whatever he could to make your recovery as smooth and painless as possible. At times, he might express his emotions openly, his love and affection for you shining through in every word and gesture. He would remind you of your worth and your strength, and encourage you to keep pushing forward, even when the road ahead seemed long and difficult.

The morning sun painted your skin in hues of orange and gold as Lo'ak sat by your side. For days he had been waiting, praying for you to wake up from the deep sleep of the wounded. And as if the Great Mother had heard his prayers, you stirred. Lo'ak's heart leaped with joy as he saw your eyes flutter open, your gaze soft and unfocused. Without a second thought, he took your hand in his, feeling your fingers weakly wrap around his. "Welcome back, my love," he whispered, the words heavy with emotion. Tears of relief streamed down his cheeks as he held you close, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his chest. He couldn't help but think of all the moments you had shared together, all the laughter and tears, all the love you had built between them. And now, he was grateful for every single one of those moments, for they had led him to this moment of pure happiness. "I was so worried," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "But you're here now, and that's all that matters. You're safe." He knew the road to recovery would be long and hard, but he was ready to face it with you by his side. For as long as he lived, he would protect you, cherish you, and love you with all his heart.

For Kiri knew that no matter what lay ahead, she would face it all with you, together, as one.

If Kiri saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, her heart would be seized by a tumultuous mixture of emotions. Relief and joy would be warred within her breast, as the realization dawned that you had returned to her from the brink of death. And yet, those sentiments would be mingled with a wave of fierce anger and frustration, for the memory of the brutal harm that had befallen you still burned bright in her mind. But as that tempestuous storm of emotion raged on, another feeling began to take root within Kiri's soul: a sense of duty, of obligation, of responsibility. She knew, in the depths of her being, that she must be there for you in this time of need, to offer comfort, support, and succor in whatever form you might require. And so, with a fierce determination, she vowed to stand by your side as you fought to reclaim your strength and health, to hold you close and offer the warmth of her love to soothe the wounds that still pained you.

Kiri sat beside you, her hand clasping yours tightly. For weeks, she had kept vigil at your side, praying to Eywa that you would awaken from the coma that had taken you. As the gentle light of dawn filtered through the trees, Kiri felt a soft squeeze on her hand. Her heart leaped in her chest as she saw your eyes flutter open, gazing up at her with a mix of confusion and recognition. "Kiri…" you whispered weakly, reaching up to touch her face. Tears streamed down Kiri's cheeks as she leaned in to kiss your forehead, murmuring words of love and gratitude to Eywa. "My love," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're awake. I thought I had lost you forever." Your lips curved into a weak smile as you returned the embrace, your tails intertwining in a sign of your unbreakable bond. "I'm here," you said softly. "I'll always be here with you, my Kiri."

Her unflagging encouragement and relentless devotion bear testament to the boundless depths of her love, an enduring force that will endure long after the storm of injury has passed.

If Neytiri saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, her heart would swell with the sweet relief of joy, tears of elation shining bright in her eyes at the thought of you returning to the world of the living. Her soul would sing a hymn of gratitude to Eywa, the deity revered by the Na’vi, for sparing your life. But even as she celebrates your resurgence, her empathetic nature compels her to feel deep and abiding sorrow for the pain and torment that you have endured. She would feel an intense desire to alleviate your suffering and ease your transition into this new phase of your life. Her commitment to your recuperation is unshakable, and she devotes herself wholeheartedly to supporting you through every challenge and setback. As a beacon of emotional solace, Neytiri remains steadfast and unwavering in her guidance, a trusted confidant who stands by your side through every trial of the recovery journey.

Spider is a man of action, not words.

If Spider saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, his heart race with a mix of relief and joy. Overwhelmed with emotion, he can't contain his excitement, and his body erupts with an exuberant energy that reverberates through the forest. Tears stream down his face as he rushes to your side, pulling you into a warm embrace as he whispers prayers of thanks to Eywa. At that moment, all the weight of the world is lifted from Spider's broad shoulders. He gazes into your eyes and overcomes you with a sense of gratitude and wonder that you have returned to him. Yet, even in the midst of his elation, Spider's impatience for you to fully recover begins to surface. He may urge you to push past your physical limitations, to test the limits of your newfound strength. He would want to see you back to your old self as quickly as possible. He may struggle to express the depth of his feelings in language, but his actions speak louder than any words ever could. Whether it's through bringing you food, hunting for your favorite delicacies, or simply spending time by your side, he will show you in every way possible just how much you mean to him.

Miles had been waiting for weeks, his heart heavy with worry and anticipation, watching over you as you lay still and unmoving in your coma. But as the sun began to rise on another day, he noticed a subtle shift in your breathing. His heart leaped with hope, and he rushed to your side, his movements fluid and graceful. "Eywa, hear my plea," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he took your hand in his. "Let her awaken, let her return to me." And then, like a miracle, you stirred, your eyes fluttering open as you took in the world around you. Miles was beside himself with joy, tears streaming down his face as he embraced you tightly. "You're back, you're here with me !" he exclaimed, his voice filled with relief and happiness. You looked up at him, your eyes bright with recognition and love.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice soft and weak. Miles took your hand in his and pressed it gently to his heart.

"You have no idea how much I missed you too," he said, his words full of unspoken love and devotion. As you sat together in the early light of dawn, Miles couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and awe at the power of your connection. For in that moment, as you gazed into each other's eyes, he knew that you were bound together forever by something stronger than mere flesh and bone, something that transcended time and space itself.

Tsireya's love and care would continue to be a guiding light, a beacon of hope and comfort that would lead her to a full and complete recovery.

If Tsireya saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, her heart swelled with joy and relief. With tender hands and a gentle voice, she would express her love and support, whispering words of comfort and reassurance. Tsireya's deep connection with the natural world and her knowledge of medicinal plants would guide her actions, as she would carefully tend to your injuries with the utmost care and attention. With every soothing touch and every healing herb, Tsireya's devotion to you would shine bright like the stars that lit up the night sky of Pandora. Yet, she would watch over you with unwavering vigilance, making sure you did not push yourself too hard or take any risks that could jeopardize your recovery. For Tsireya, your health and well-being would be everything, and she would do everything in her power to see you back to your full strength.

The forest was quiet as Tsireya walked towards the medical facility where you had been recovering. Her heart beat faster as she thought of the moment she would see you again, hoping with all her being that you would have finally woken up from the coma. As she arrived at the entrance, she saw the healers exit with a smile on their faces. Her heart leaped with joy as she realized that they had come to deliver good news. She approached them with a hopeful look in her eyes, and they nodded, confirming that you had indeed awakened. Tears streamed down Tsireya's face as she rushed to your side, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. She gently took your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin, and whispered words of love and support in your ear. "My love, I am so grateful you have woken. You are my heart, my soul, and my spirit. I will never leave your side and will do everything in my power to help you heal," she said, her voice choked with emotion. Tsireya gazed into your eyes, feeling a deep connection between your spirits. "I will use the knowledge passed down by my ancestors to help you, and I will make sure you do not push yourself too hard. Rest, my love. Eywa will take care of you, and I will be here by your side, always."

His love for you was fierce and unwavering, and he would do anything to keep you safe in your tumultuous world.

If Aonung saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, a rush of emotions would flood his being. Relief would course through him, yet his stoic demeanor remained intact, masking the underlying guilt he felt for not being able to protect you from harm. He stood by your side, guarded yet attentive, silently willing you to heal and return to him. In the quiet moments as he watched over you, Aonung couldn't help but be awed by your resilience. Your strength in the face of such adversity left him in awe and stirred a deep affection within him. As your condition improved, his heart swelled with pride and he became more open in his displays of love and devotion. With your recovery came a renewed sense of protectiveness from Aonung. He would not let harm come to you again, and he became more confrontational with any potential threats to your happiness.

As the soft light of dawn seeped into the hut, Aonung stirred from his restless sleep. His eyes fluttered open, and he sat up with a start as he caught sight of you lying on the cot next to him. His heart leaped with joy and relief as he saw you slowly opening her eyes. "Eywa be praised, you're awake," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. Your gaze fixed on him, and you reached out to touch his face. "Aonung…I'm so glad you're here." Aonung took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingers. "I was always here, love. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what." As he spoke, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him, thinking of the injury that had nearly taken your life. He had failed to protect you, to keep you safe from harm. But he pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the present moment and the overwhelming joy of seeing you awake and alive. He leaned in closer, his voice softening. "How do you feel? Does anything hurt?" You shook your head, a faint smile gracing your lips. "I feel okay. Just a little weak." Aonung nodded, relief flooding through him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, of never seeing that smile again. He vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy. He leaned in to kiss you gently on the lips, savoring the taste of you and the warmth of your body. "I love you. And I always will." You smiled up at him, your eyes shining with love and trust. "I love you too, Aonung. Forever and always."

Tonowari would be a constant source of love and encouragement, offering his heart and his unwavering support to you as you worked to regain your strength and your health.

If Tonowari saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, he would be overcome with a wave of profound relief and gratitude. He knelt by your side, tenderly taking your hand and gazing into your eyes, recognizing the disorientation and confusion that often accompanies such a miraculous moment. With all the patience and understanding that love could offer, Tonowari would be attuned to your every need, providing you with comfort and support as you would adjust to the world around you. With his steady, calming presence, he would be a beacon of hope and security, inspiring you to stay focused on your healing process. As a Na'vi, Tonowari would be intimately connected to the natural world, and he would share this connection with you. He may take you on walks, showing you the splendor of the planet and teaching you the healing power of nature. Together, you would marvel at the wonders of the forest, breathing in the sweet scent of the flora and listening to the music of the fauna.

The morning light shone gently through the leaves of the nearby trees, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the ground. Tonowari sat at the side of your bed, his eyes fixed intently on you as you began to stir. You had been in a coma for many weeks, and Tonowari had been by your side every day, never losing hope that you would one day wake up. As you slowly opened your eyes, Tonowari's heart swelled with relief and gratitude. He reached out to take your hand, squeezing it gently as you blinked and looked around the room, still disoriented from your long slumber. "Welcome back, my love," he said, his voice soft and tender. "You've been sleeping for so long, but now you're here with me again." You looked up at him, your eyes wide with confusion and fear.

"What happened?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. Tonowari's expression softened even further, and he leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving yours.

"You were injured, my love," he said. "But you are safe now. You have been sleeping, healing, and dreaming." He stroked your hair gently, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of your ear. "Do you feel any pain?" he asked, his voice full of concern. You shook your head slowly, a faint smile appearing on your lips.

"No, I feel… I feel okay," you said, your voice growing stronger with each passing moment. Tonowari smiled in return, his heart full of joy and relief. "That is good, my love," he said. "I will take care of you, always. You will never have to face anything alone." He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back, his eyes still fixed on yours.

He would be torn between conflicting emotions, his heart both full of hope and heavy with the weight of responsibility.

If Tsu’tey saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, his heart would swell with a surge of relief and joy. The gentle rise and fall of your chest, the soft tremble of your fingers, all signs that you had finally emerged from the darkness that had consumed you for so long. But as much as he would feel an overwhelming sense of love and devotion towards you, he could not help but feel a seething anger within him, a deep-seated frustration at the circumstances that had led to your injuries and forced you into this state of helpless vulnerability. His desire to protect and care for you, to keep you close by his side and ensure that you received the best possible treatment and support during your recovery, was matched only by his need to seek justice and vengeance against those who had caused you harm. He would remain steadfast in his love and commitment to you, willing to do whatever it took to see you through this difficult journey toward healing.

Tsu’tey had kept a constant vigil at your bedside, his heart heavy with worry and fear. He had watched your breathing, each rise and fall a reminder of the fragility of life. But now, as you stirred and opened your eyes, a ray of hope illuminated his spirit. The gentle flutter of your eyelashes, the soft curve of your lips, and the twitch of your fingers filled his heart with an indescribable joy. A deep sense of relief washed over him, and he could not hold back the tears that streamed down his cheeks. "My love," he whispered, taking your hand in his. "You're awake." He watched as your eyes flickered with recognition, and he knew that you could feel the love and relief pouring out of him. You tried to speak, but your voice was barely a whisper. Tsu'tey leaned in close, his ear close to your lips, eager to hear your words. "Thank you," you whispered, the effort to speak evidently in your voice. Tsu’tey could not help but feel a sense of anger and frustration at the thought of what had happened to you. He vowed to himself to do everything in his power to protect you from harm and seek justice for the wrongs that had been done to you. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing solely on the present moment, reveling in the fact that his love had returned to him. He held your hand tightly, offering words of comfort and encouragement as you began your journey to recovery.

Tag -> @eywas-heir ; @cullenswife

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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Update !

I am deeply sorry for my lack of regularity and absence lately. I am absolutely gutted with my personal life and my classes starting to get complicated. I treasure your requests, I try as best I can to write when I have the time (and it is precious) which is partly why I closed them.

I hope you are all well, thank you for still reading despite this absence. It will last a few more weeks I'm afraid, but I hope to be back in mid-April!

#little update #hope you all are doing well #❤️

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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Hello Avatar Fandom!!

I know someone’s mention this before a while ago ( maybe a month) and I’ve also mentioned this as well but I’m curious if anyones made an Avatar| ATWOW network or knows of one because this fandom is really growing on Tumblr,

I think it would be really good and Fun for Authors or Avatar Content-original creators to share and promote their works this way and also be able to collaborate with each other and engage with readers!

I did see someone make it but now I can’t find it again. Not sure if they deleted it (I’m happy to help them out with it) … however I do have a few things drafted out.

So if any of you guys are interested in this idea, let me know ( hoping this post reaches to all the avatar fans) 🤞🏻

#PANDORANETWORK (just an idea)

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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Trapped

Pairing: Miles Quaritch x Sully!reader, Neytiri x Jake x Daughter!reader

OC: None

Warnings: Mention of self-harm (nothing too graphic)

Words: 726

“The white coats have put a tracker in your skin, if you try to escape, I'll find you in a few minutes and I'll give you a beating. Is that clear?” Quaritch's words echoed in your mind as you examined every part of your body in search of a trace, a bump, a clue that could lead you to this famous tracker.

Straddling the stomach of the killed tulkun, you cut your skin with the knife you had stolen, hoping to be able to throw the unknown object into the ocean, but nothing worked. The tremors joined the tingling caused by the sea salt on your abrasions and, the reason for your endless tears, the beats of your heart pounded your temples. You became increasingly panicked and distressed.

With Spider's help, you managed to escape, freeing yourself from the room in which you were kept before hiding in the Tulkun's mouth until the boat left the area. Quaritch had locked you up after you witnessed the terrible fate that men had reserved for one of the most harmless creatures in the world.

As Quaritch walked past you, you couldn't resist the urge to lash out. You launched yourself at him, screaming and crying as you tried to land a punch or kick. Quaritch was older and stronger, however, and he easily overpowered you, pulling you back and holding you tightly as you struggled and thrashed.

"Let me go!" you cried out, tears streaming down your face. "You're a monster!” He grabbed you by the arms and held you back, his grip firm and unyielding.

"Calm down, kid," Quaritch said gruffly, trying to get you under control. "You're not going to solve anything by attacking me."

You glared at him, your anger and frustration boiling over. You wanted to hurt him, to make him pay for what he had done. But Quaritch was too strong, and he easily subdued you, pulling you towards a nearby room and locking you inside.

"You'll stay here until you learn to behave," he sneered, before turning and walking away, leaving you alone and furious in the locked room. You fell to the ground, sobbing and shaking.

In your escape, you managed to steal a knife, perhaps in the hope of defending yourself. However, it had only been useful to satisfy your paranoid feeling. Despite your efforts, you were unable to find the famous tracker and, exhausted and overwhelmed, you collapsed on the Tulkun's corpse, the knife still tightly clenched in your hand. As you fell asleep, tears of worry flowed down your face.

As Ronal, Tonowari, Neytiri and Jake approached the lifeless body of the Tulkun killed earlier, when Jake and Neytiri saw you asleep on the Tulkun's corpse, Neytiri's emotions boiled over. She screamed in rage and despair, tears streaming down her face as she knelt beside you. Jake tried to comfort her, but she pushed him away, her anger and grief too much to bear.

"What have they done to you?" Neytiri sobbed, her voice shaking with emotion. As they stood there, Jake noticed something glinting on your skin. He leaned closer and saw that it was a small tracker, embedded under your skin. His blood ran cold as he realized that Quaritch must have put it there, as part of his plan to capture him. You father carefully removed it, trying not to hurt you even more. Startled awake, you let out a scream of terror before realizing that your parents were finally by your side. Neytiri didn't hesitate before holding you and rocking you back and forth. "I can't find it, Mom," you said, your voice trembling with fear. "I don't know what to do."

Jake reached out and gently took the knife from your hand, trying to calm you down. "It's okay, sweetheart. Quaritch was lying to you. There's no tracker. You're safe now."

You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. "But how do you know that? How do you know he wasn't telling the truth? You weren’t there!"

Jake wrapped his arm around Neytiri and you and pulled you close. "Because I'm here with you. You're safe now, and I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again."

Tag -> @eywas-heir

#avatar #avatar the way of water #awow #jake sully #avatar imagines #avatar imagine #neytiri #jake sully imagine #neytiri imagine #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #spider socorro #tulkun #ronal #tonowari

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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Undying Devotion

Pairing: Sully family x f!Omaticaya!reader / Aonung x f!Omaticaya!!reader (mostly at the end)

Warnings: Mention of harm (nothing graphic)

Words: 4k4

-> Requested.

Kneeling behind a bush, your gaze never left the imposing stature of the Hexapede you were trying to chase. Since High Camp, you had followed its tracks, inspecting the ground with great care to detect its footsteps among all those who had trampled this land. You had sniffed the air, letting the breeze blow the few braids that were not held in place at the back of your head, to find his scent. That's when the hunt really started. A chase that brought you alive, a chase that gave you a daily dose of adrenaline during the search, and dopamine once the beast was in your sights. With your father's bow in hand, you moved with the utmost discretion so as not to reveal your presence to the innocently grazing animal. Once you were within range, you strung the bow the way Jake Sully had taught you, elbow up, palm caressing your cheek, gazing straight at the target. After taking a deep breath to adjust your shot, slow your heart and stop your arms from shaking, the arrow shot out and into the neck of the animal, which let out a shrill cry of pain that broke your heart.

Killing living things was never fun for any Na'vi who respected the world around them, but you needed it to live and prosper. Leaping over your bush, you laid your bow on the still cool, wet grass, pulling your hunting knife from its sheath. The beast, which had fallen on its side, was flailing its legs as if trying to escape, shouting to anyone who would listen to come help it. Kneeling beside it, you placed your hand on its head while closing your eyes before thrusting your blade into its heart to put it out of its misery.

In the middle of the forest, you had cut out the skin, the flesh, the entrails to make it easily transportable. Everything usable was wrapped in the large skin that you had just removed and sealed with sinews from other animals, taken from a previous hunt. Although heavy, the hide found its place on your shoulder and, before returning to camp, you made a detour to what remained of the Voice Tree. There, laying the remains of the animal in front of the half-burned tree, you opened your arms, closing your eyes again to let yourself be overwhelmed by the energies that seemed to endure despite the wounds that the place had suffered.

"Great Eywa, mother of all living things, I come before you with gratitude and reverence. I thank you for the abundance of life that surrounds me and sustains me, and I offer my respect and devotion to your wisdom and power. Today, I have hunted and taken the life of one of your creatures, a powerful and noble beast. I ask for forgiveness and understanding, for I know that all life is precious and interconnected in your grand design. I honor this creature and offer its life back to you, to be returned to the cycle of life and death that you have created. I ask that you bless and guide me as I use this gift of life to nourish and sustain myself, and that I always remember the responsibility and respect that comes with taking a life. Great Eywa, may I always be in harmony with your creation and your will." To end your prayer, you placed the heart of the beast at the foot of the tree, in the image of a religious sacrifice before resuming your journey to the refuge of your clan.

Since the return of the skypeople and their new quest to destroy the forest, the Omaticaya had been forced to leave the tree house, falling prey to a threat they could not afford to face directly. So the Olo'eyktan led his people to a more secure and discreet base in the heart of the Hallelujah mountain range. Although this new camp was nothing like the comfort of the tree house, the clan had eventually acclimated to this refuge, making it a new home. Approaching the entrance to the cave, you clicked your tongue in a steady rhythm, announcing to the Na'vi in charge of camp security that you were not an enemy. Seeing you appear from behind the thicket, some of you nodded more respectfully than sincerely. As soon as the shadow of the stone enveloped your face, you found your way back to the hut you shared with your mother, passing the former hut of the Sully family, now occupied by Tarsem. This path had become almost unbearable to take, but it was the shortest way knowing that what you managed to extract from the animal was too heavy to make the journey longer.

You had the impression that the Sullys had left the clan the day before, you remembered the day you heard the news of their departure with great accuracy. The situation was the same, you were returning from hunting and had just dropped off the corpse of a beast in front of their hut when you came upon Tuk organizing her affairs, her eyes glistening with tears. You smiled, imagining that perhaps Neytiri had ended up asking him to sort her toys. Unwittingly, your foot hit a carved wooden figure of the great Leonopteryx, Jake's legendary ikran that looked so much like your own that sometimes when you roamed the skies, some people claimed the last shadow had returned. When she didn't seem to see you, you took the opportunity to surprise her, reaching under her arms to lift her over your head and make her look like she was flying. The little girl, surprised, started to laugh, making a sound more sad than happy.

"What's the matter with you, Tuk Tuk?" You asked, your arms around her waist and your head resting on her shoulder while your knees were on the ground. Tuk rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand before sniffling loudly. She pivoted so that she could easily wrap her arms around your neck and find comfort in the crook of your arms.

"We're going to leave," she said in a trembling voice. Not really understanding what she was getting at, or what she assumed, you looked around until you came upon Kiri carrying a woven basket, presumably to store provisions. You tried to question her silently, but the girl remained silent, almost ashamed to have to tell you the sad truth. The Sullys were preparing to leave the clan. The Sullys were about to leave you.

Sitting in the grass, the breeze caressed your face as you watched Kiri rest before the big departure. As always, her motionless body was surrounded by forest spirits floating around her. Her expression, peaceful, made her face almost childlike. She was so amazingly gentle that it made you want to protect her. And that was what you had always tried to do when other children had made her the focus of their teasing. You had always been close to the Sullys, but especially to her, acting as a big sister, standing in for Neteyam in terms of her protection. Even though you had already been settled for several hours, and the calmness surrounded you, you were already dreading the moment of farewell because, even if Kiri had asked you, it was impossible for you to leave the High Camp, to leave your mother. And, as you put down the carcass of the hunted beast in front of your hut, a simple glance towards the one of the Olo'eyktan made you feel a strange feeling of mourning.

Tears had rolled down your cheeks as you said your goodbyes, which you convinced yourself were just goodbyes.

"Don't cry, we'll see each other soon," Neteyam said as he hugged you, but the truth is that without them you were lost. Without them, your perfect world would fall apart. You missed Lo'ak's jokes, Neteyam's strange wisdom and Tuk's laughter. The Sullys were your family. Your mother was also deeply affected by their departure; Jake and Neytiri had always made it a point to care for her after your father's untimely death. That's why, while she was brooding in your hut, you put your own emotions aside, pretending to live in harmony with yourself to give her a new environment. Besides hunting and fishing, you spent your free time in the human laboratory observing Grace's avatar as you used to do with Kiri. Before she left, she had almost made you promise to take care of her mother, as if you had the right skills to do so. But you thanked her inwardly when, weeks later, as you found yourself straddling Grace's avatar incubator, you heard Norm start to panic. He had probably forgotten you were there because he didn't hide the reason for his behavior for a second.

Drops of sweat were still beading on his forehead as he hurried to gather medical supplies. As you approached the radar that he kept on day and night, the screen displayed a small mound of islands on one of which a small green dot was flashing with coordinates. You didn't know what it was all about, an earthquake, an important discovery, the imminent arrival of the skypeople in the camp. But your questions ended when Max entered the laboratory after having put several avatars to sleep.

"It's Kiri!" Norm threw to him without further context, drawing your attention further.

"What Kiri? Norm, what's going on with Kiri?" You questioned him, leaving the concern that had just arisen in you. The scientist then became aware of your presence and his mistake. Seeing that he didn't answer, you approached him, frowning and taking a threatening look that you would have preferred not to show. Turning back to Max, he told him they had to leave as soon as possible and, before you had a chance to respond, the two men began to gather equipment.

Your instinct controlled your emotions faster than your reason and, returning to your mother's hut, you suddenly began to cry. Your mind was racing with conjecture, imagining that the worst things in the world had happened to your best friend, one of the people who meant the most to you, and you weren't even there for her. Returning from the gathering with a small group of other women, your mother found you kneeling by the semblance of a fire that was still crackling, your eyes filled with tears, and your cheeks pink with the saltiness of the tear fluid. Without waiting, she dropped her basket to join you, taking you almost instantly in her arms and asking you what could be causing you so much grief.

"I failed, Mom," you blurted out, holding back another sob, letting her arms wrap around you and finding a protection that normally only you could provide. She stroked your hair, rocking you gently, waiting for you to tell her more.

"I failed," you repeated before you realized what you were doing. Of course your mother would never hold you responsible for the situation you found yourself in, it was natural to snap from time to time. Still, you broke free of her embrace, exhaling the air from your lungs several times to regain your composure before explaining the situation as clearly as possible.

"Imagine that the person you love most in the world is in danger, that you know where they are, but you can't get to them because you have obligations elsewhere. And then you feel guilty and helpless and..."

"Sweetheart, we can't help everyone," she took a deep breath at the unconvinced look you gave her. "You know, when the skypeople started this war years ago, when you weren't even an idea, your father saved me. By then he had already become the Olo'eyktan of our clan, and while I was walking in the forest collecting berries, some Men captured me. I was afraid, I was almost beginning to think that Eywa had abandoned me. That I was paying for all the bad things we had done, even without realizing it. And, just when I thought it was all over, he came and saved me." She rarely spoke of Tsu'tey, the man who had saved her and made her his Tsahik. Her eyes had become almost glassy and, she was no longer looking at you. "What I mean to say, my darling, is that I don't need to be saved anymore. I know you promised Eywa to protect me, to take care of me. But that is not your role, and it never was." She approached you again, this time placing her hand on your back. "So if your greatest desire today is to go to Kiri. Then go, I offer you my blessing. And I will pray to Eywa every day for you to find her.”

Although still full of guilt, but this time for a different reason, you packed a few things, including your bow and some arrows, before putting on your flight gear. The helicopter's propellers had just started turning when you mounted your ikran, ready for a journey of several hours.

As your ikran flew over the beach of the village of Awa'atlu, your determination to find Kiri overrode the fact that many of the native Na'vi on the islands seemed almost afraid of your mount's size. When Norm and Max's helicopter found a place to land on one of the stretches of beach, you jumped onto the warm sand, letting your ikran fly away until your next call. With your bow on your back, most of the Metkayina took you as a threat at first before you spoke the next words.

"I am looking for Kiri. Kiri te Suli Kirevsi'ite." Although they spoke the same language as you, everyone seemed to look at you as if you were from a completely different planet. You were about to get angry when the crowd split, creating a path for a small group of boys. At the head of it stood a proud boy who couldn't have been much older than you. He looked at you from head to toe with a look in which you detected a haughty side and another indecipherable expression. As no one seemed inclined to answer you, you let out a sharp cry in the air and, only a few moments later, your ikran came to rest on the sand, a few meters behind you. You didn't take your eyes off the boy, however, he had come to test you, and the mischievous smile he gave you when he saw your beast was enough to convince you that this game was won.

With a nod, he urged you to follow him, and so you did, still holding your bow firmly in your hand. After a few steps on the warm sand, you finally spotted Neteyam, leaning against a palm tree, sharpening the tip of a spear made of a lighter wood than you were used to using. Neteyam was like you, he always needed to keep himself busy so that his mind would not wander to and fro. The young man who escorted you walked with a pride that, beside you, seemed almost out of place. He sometimes glanced over his shoulder at you, as if he were trying to find a way to engage you in conversation but couldn't.

"Sully! Someone's here for you." The boy tossed to Neteyam who instantly raised his head before throwing his spear to approach you as if there was no way you were actually standing in front of him. Neteyam stopped a few inches away from you, as if to make sure it was really you before taking you in his arms. It was a strange sensation, you felt alive again, as if you had just found your home.

"I promised you we'd meet again," he whispered before your gaze caught the shadow of questioning that passed before his eyes. He was probably wondering how you had found them, or why you had decided, only now, to join them. To cut short all that, you spoke up, explaining the situation.

"Norm told Max that Kiri was in danger. You know how much your sister...you know how much you mean to me, I could stand there with my arms crossed...so I followed the helicopter and, here I am." His expression suddenly changed, showing the concern he was trying to curb by sharpening his spear. Without adding anything more, he moved slightly away, pointing with his chin to the hut where his family had been living for the past few months and where Norm and Max had just been unjustly thrown out by Neytiri, whose voice you recognized. Neteyam then glanced at the young man who had brought you to him, offering him a nod of thanks before putting his hand on your back to lead you forward.

As you walked toward the hut, your heart began to beat so fast that you thought it would burst out of your chest. The hand that held your bow began to get sticky because you were afraid of what you would find. Neteyam told you to wait for him a few meters away from the hut, so that he could tell his family about your arrival and make sure that everything was okay. So you observed the surroundings, the crystalline sea, the few Metkayina who were busy fishing for animals more elegant than those of your forest and, as your gaze had just landed on the strange aquatic mount of the members of this clan, a voice diverted your attention. Swinging back toward the hut, Tuk ran toward you, arms open and shouting your name. Laying your bow at your feet, you knelt down to welcome him into your arms.

"I see you missed me, Tuk Tuk. Guess what, I missed you too." You whispered before kissing her forehead. In the frame of the hut, Neytiri was helping Kiri stand and when your gaze met hers, you felt relieved to see that she was alive. Soon Kiri told you what had happened since her family had arrived at the Metkayina home, and why Jake had felt compelled to call in Norm and Max. Although she was almost angry at him for thinking of them, Kiri told you that she was glad he had done so, because you had been able to find her.

Awa'atlu was an amazing place, so different from what you had always known. You were not one of the few Metkayina who looked at you with a worried expression every time you passed by. Perhaps they thought that at any moment the beast you were riding would appear from behind the horizon to take them away from their beloved beach. You missed your mother, and High Camp, hunting had become different here as you turned to fishing under the wise advice of the boy who had led you to Neteyam, and whom you understood to be the son of the clan chief. Tonowari had not made your presence known because of your attachment to the Sully, and he probably just assumed that you were related. The boy in question, Aonung, always seemed to find a way to approach you, whether you were in the water or on the beach. Without really addressing you, he would sometimes tell you the extent of his exploits which, to be quite honest, sometimes seemed slightly ridiculous. Kiri had, of course, told you the story of her altercation with him, which had caused Lo'ak and Neteyam to be beaten up by Jake. So your regard for him was lower than he would have expected. Despite this, you were not unpleasant in his presence, keeping in mind that if he could afford to fight without consequences, he would probably be capable of many other things.

Within a few weeks, you had almost found a place with the Metkayina, learning to live like them and in harmony with the new marine ecosystem. However, the calm could only be short-lived, and before you even had time to make your first trip back to the mountains, the skypeople emerged as a threat on the horizon.

"I forbid you to fight, you are much too young." Being able to understand what was at stake with the skypeople's return, it took you only a few seconds to grab your bow and prepare to ride the heir of the last shadow towards the fight. But Jake didn't seem to think so, and as you were about to leave your hut to meet Kiri and Tuk in the water, he grabbed you by the arm.

Frowning, you broke away from his grip before proudly announcing, "Far be it from me to disrespect you, but it turns out that today you are no longer my Olo'eyktan, nor even my father." Taking on his grave air, he merely offered you a nod, aware that he could not retaliate without a valid argument. Not even your mother could have dissuaded you from going on a crusade, because she would have been one of the first arguments. By ridding Pandora of the enemy, everyone could live in harmony. So it is with determination that you joined the girls, ready to protect them from all possible dangers. But, while you hoped to find in Awa'atlu a strong position, Lo'ak came to divert your plans. Since Kiri had wanted to follow her brother, you followed him, discovering there the impressive Tulkun who answered to the name of Payakan. The boat then emerged from the horizon and, as everyone left the tulkun on the back of their ilu, Tsireya offered you to get on hers, or rather she pulled your hand to force you to leave.

The rest, you knew, was inevitable. Lo'ak, Tsireya and Tuk were captured. Having managed to escape thanks to the pockets of air provided by the immense underwater vegetation, you watched from afar the few attacks of Payakan, amazed by the beauty of a beast that you had surely involuntarily underestimated. You could not afford to remain helpless in the face of the situation and, calling your ikran, you rode it to the boat, your bow attached to its seal, you managed to hit a man while flying over the boat before your mount caught him to throw him into the ocean. As the ship slowly began to sink, you landed. Neteyam and Lo'ak were still on the ship, you had seen them go inside the iron giant, cursing them inwardly. The metal was cold, adding perfectly to the atmosphere of the place. Your bow still in hand, an arrow ready to be shot, you groped your way forward, using your keen hearing to find your prey.

Kneeling behind a thick metal plate, your gaze never left the imposing stature of the Na'vi soldier who held his weapon so firmly that it appeared to be an extension of his arm. From the small gap through which you had entered the ship, you had followed their tracks, inspecting the ground with great care for mud or any trace of passage. You sniffed the stuffy air for an unfamiliar smell. That's when the hunt really started. A chase that made you come alive, a chase that had once given you a daily dose of adrenaline during the search, and dopamine once the beast was in your sights. Gunshots rang out to your right, drawing not only your attention but also that of your prey, who rushed towards the origin of the noise. Following quietly, you saw Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Spider, safe from their enemies' fire, as a Na'vi lay dead on the ground. Other soldiers appeared next to the one you had initially tried to chase away, and while Lo'ak and Spider had just jumped into the water to escape, Neteyam would not have made it, and you were more than aware of that.

Without thinking, you shot your arrow, hitting your prey in the head, forcing him to the ground, diverting for a moment the attention of the soldiers who now had to fight on two fronts. You had just given Neteyam time to flee, and he had seized your opportunity. But now the soldiers knew where you were, and even if you tried to turn back, bullets were raining down on you.

When the air hit your face again, your first action was to call your ikran, which took only a few seconds to reach you and allow you to leave the ship. Aware of your flight, the soldiers regrouped on the deck to prevent you from flying further. Even though you were skilled, two bullets managed to find their way into the flesh of your arm and thigh, causing the pain you were unprepared for. Squeezing one of your wounds, you let your mount pull you back to solid ground as the world slowly began to spin around you. Setting foot on the sand, the pain in your leg was so sharp that you could only take two steps before you collapsed to the ground, letting the waves caress your feet and the sun warm your face.

You emerged into the Sully hut, Tuk's face close to yours.

"Hey, Tuk Tuk, did you miss me?" The little girl offered you a smile and, you winced as you tried to lift your arm to ruffle her hair. You then straightened up, admiring the bands that now adorned your arm and thigh. If Tuk and Neytiri were here, then the battle had to be over. "Did everyone make it?" You asked Neytiri then, suddenly overcome with a sense of apprehension that you had to keep quiet. The mother of the family offered you a smile similar to her youngest daughter's, nodding in response. Then you let out a sigh before lying back down, relieved to have helped bring peace to Pandora.

By the time you were well enough to leave the hut on your own, the Metkayina were already holding ceremonies to celebrate the return of a peace that would probably not last.

As the campfire crackled and popped, you sat silently, lost in thought. You gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, where the first rays of dawn were starting to break through the darkness. Despite this, you noticed Aonung while looking to the waves.

He leaned back against a nearby log, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded you with a cocky expression.

"Nothing in particular," he replied. "Just thought I'd come and see how you were doing." You snorted, clearly not believing him.

"Right," you muttered sarcastically. "Because that's exactly what you're known for, isn't it? Your kindness and concern for others." Aonung's smirk deepened, enjoying the banter between you.

"Touché," he said, chuckling lightly. "But you have to admit, it's more fun when we're not at each other's throats." You rolled your eyes, but despite yourself, you couldn't help but feel a small smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

"I guess you have a point there," you conceded. Aonung pushed himself up from the log and walked over to you, his expression turning serious.

"But in all seriousness, how are you doing?" he asked, his voice softening. "Do you need any help with your wounds?"

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