#aged up lo'ak

[wheneclipsefalls]

Lesson Learned

Masterlist   ao3   Part 2

Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Metkayina Fem Reader x Lo’ak (22)

Summary: You break one of the strict rules that Neteyam and Lo'ak have set for you. Now you must suffer the consequences.

Warnings: explicit (MINORS DO NO INTERACT), rough sex, creampie, p in v, spanking, blowjob, oral, dom/sub undertones, power imbalance, slight degradation, praise kink, sir kink, established relationship, male x female x male threesome

A/N: This is definitely the flithiest smut I have ever written. Nervous about this one so please be kind <3

[Yawne = beloved]

“Ow! I said I’m sorry!” You plead and whimper in pain while trying to detach the strong grip Lo’ak has on the base of your queue. His pace is relentless, dragging you along by your queue as angry huffs leave his flared nostrils. 

“Save it.” Lo’ak hisses before you finally reach the entrance of Neteyam’s marui. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as you anticipate the scolding and punishment that is to come. Your small fingers fiddle with your loincloth that Lo’ak barely gave you time to throw on before dragging you away. He yanks you past the doorway, grip unyielding. 

Neteyam’s ears flick and tail swish at the sound of you two entering. He quickly turns away from his task of sharpening his knife to gaze at both of you. There is a look shared between the two brothers that holds a message you are not privy to. This is never a good sign, especially when it causes a heavy sigh to escape from Neteyam’s lungs. 

“What did she do now?” The eldest Sully brother asks, looking between the two of you. If Lo’ak’s anger at your disobedience is anything to go off of you know that Neteyam won’t be far behind once he learns what you have done. 

“Go on and tell him, yawne. Tell Neteyam what I found you doing.” Lo’ak’s voice holds the undertone of the smirk on his lips. Although he is upset, you can tell that he is looking forward to putting you back in your place. He revels in holding this power over you, in making you submit and truth be told you’re eager to bring those fantasies to life once again. The brothers can be rough and strict, sometimes giving you rules to follow that make you pout and curse their names but at the end of the day you know your body yearns for more. There is no greater pleasure than being between the two of them, taking whatever they desire like a good girl, falling apart underneath their touch.  

Lo’ak powerfully tugs your queue, a warning to concede to his order before things get worse. 

“I was…I was touching myself.” Your ocean blue eyes don’t dare to meet Neteyam’s gaze as your ears pin back against your curly hair. Still, you can feel the radiating intensity filling the room, capturing the air from your lungs. 

“Oh yawne, what are we going to do with you?” Neteyam sighs with almost a fond tone, but you know better than to be fooled by it. He is playing with you. Letting your mind swirl with anticipation of what is to come. 

“Needy little pussy can’t last even a week without getting some attention.” Lo’ak mocks as Neteyam stands to his full height, reaching past the two to close the flaps of the marui. Your cheeks tint a dark red, but you know there is some truth to Lo’ak’s teasing. You were already being punished for your misbehavior the week before. Neteyam and Lo’ak taking away your orgasms for a whole week to teach you a lesson. You were never allowed to touch yourself, unless it was for their amusement, but you got desperate over the last few days. It seemed that the brothers were aiming for you to mess up as they teased you at every opportunity possible. 

“Perhaps you need a reminder of who this pussy belongs to.” Neteyam’s dark timber sends shivers down your spine. His warm breath is right against the shell of your ear and his braids hang and tickle at your neck. 

“Nete, I’m sorry!” You whine, but your apology holds no weight for the older brother. You quickly turn your big blue eyes up towards Lo’ak, hoping to find better luck there. “Lo’ak please! I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good girls know better than to play with what doesn’t belong to them.” Lo’ak’s golden eyes hold a mischievous and alluring lust. He is too far gone to accept apologies now. There is no escape. There never was when it came to breaking the rules. Neteyam and Lo’ak rule you with a firm hand, delighting in your submission. 

“Lo’ak’s right, babygirl. It seems that no matter what we do, you insist on being a naughty slut.” The two lead you to the middle of the room as you pout. One harsh look from Neteyam tells you all you need to know. Without a word you sheepishly strip off your beaded top and untie the frilled loincloth before tossing them to the side. 

Despite the long night ahead of you, a thrilled burst of arousal coils in your stomach as you are naked and on display before them. Those twin sets of hungry golden eyes never fail to make you feel vulnerable and small, yet you can’t get enough. You can already feel the wetness gathering between your legs, some still left over from your time spent pleasuring yourself. 

“On your knees, babygirl.” Neteyam orders and you quickly comply. They circle around you slowly like vultures, keening in on their prey. At this point you might as well be prey, hunted down and trapped in the den of creatures much more powerful than you. Your eyes follow their strong toned bodies from your place on the ground. They catch on the new tattoo Lo’ak has running along his hips. The younger Sully does not miss your interest and winks in response. 

“We need a punishment that is going to last. Something that will remind our slutty princess to stop rutting against things like a bunny in heat.” Neteyam muses, although you are sure they have already decided on your fate. A small squeak escapes your lips when you feel a slim tail brush against your bum. 

“Well her ass has lost some of that pretty red glow from last week.” Lo’ak chuckles and you can already see Neteyam’s smirk forming. 

“Would be a shame to keep it that way.” The eldest responds, sealing your doom. Lo’ak drags you from the ground and makes quick work of bending you over the tall table. Your feet swing above the woven floor of the marui, unable to find purchase. Despite your better judgment, you try to weasel your way out of another spanking. You were just barely getting to a point where you could sit down without wincing. 

“Please no more! It still hurts!” You beg while twisting to cover your upturned ass with one hand. Lo’ak pins both of your wrists to your lower back with one hand, ignoring the doe eyes you send him in search of pity. You can feel the pressing bulge from his loincloth against your ass, wrapping your coil of arousal tighter. 

“But your bum looks so pretty with my red handprints.” Lo’ak mockingly coos while shifting his hips along the plush of your rear. Neteyam is nowhere to be seen with your restricted view but you have no time to ponder on that before a harsh smack is delivered to your rear. The pain ripples along your skin with a familiarity that you dread. 

Lo’ak brings his hand down again with brutal force and this time you can’t keep in the whimper that was strangling your throat. The younger Sully brother sets a pattern and pace that is unpredictable, taking random breaks to rub over and appreciate the flush of your skin before randomly starting back up again. You wreath and squirm underneath the blows but his rough hands keep you in place without struggle. 

Tears well up behind your blue orbs, threatening to fall along your cheeks pathetically. Suddenly Neteyam comes into view, beaded braids knocking against the wooden table. A gleeful smile curves along his lips. He doesn’t say a word before leaning forward and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Lo’ak pauses his assault on your ass to run a finger along your soaked folds. 

Your soft moan is swallowed by Neteyam’s greedy kiss. It starts off sweet and gentle, caressing your lips with a sincerity and care that has your heart fluttering. This, however, starts to shift as his tongue invades your mouth and Lo’ak’s thumb finds your clit. Lo’ak rubs at your clit with expertise till your legs are shaking from the stimulation. You can scantily breathe with Neteyam exploring your mouth leisurely, occasionally biting at your bottom lip with sharp canines. 

The table shifts as you rut your hips back against Lo’ak’s skilled fingers. Neteyam slips a hand over to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss further. The pleasure becomes dizzying; overwhelming. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, having been lingering since Lo’ak soiled it earlier with his appearance. The younger Sully seems to pick up on this information as his efforts increase, two fingers spreading your slick lips to expose your clit to his view, rubbing at it with urgency. 

It becomes more difficult to kiss Neteyam back as your brain is overloaded with white hot pleasure. He doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to nip and bite at your lips until they are pink and swollen. Lo’ak continues the assault on the sensitive bud while slipping one finger past your entrance. The combined sensation is enough to push you over the edge. Neteyam swallows your obscene noises as Lo’ak rides you through the orgasm. 

Coming down from the high is an absolute relief, your body sore but happy from finally getting to release all of the pent up sexual energy from the last few days. 

A sharp slap to your ass breaks you out of the trance and has you unintentionally sinking your teeth into Neteyam’s bottom lip. You’re not sure when Lo’ak pulled out his finger and decided to restart the spanking but your body is already humming with overwhelming sensations. The coppery taste of blood tickles at your tongue and you’re not sure if it is yours or Neteyam’s as both of your lips are swollen and red. 

Neteyam pulls back and beams at you. Lo’ak spanks your ass without hesitation. Slap after slap brings a new hue to your skin that he enjoys seeing. It’s not long before he gets to see the mark of his handprint on your pretty ass. 

“Please Lo’ak! Please!” You babble with streaming tears. However it is Neteyam who responds while Lo’ak continues the spanking. 

“Ah ah ah baby, you have better manners than that.” Neteyam tutted, knuckles grazing along your flushed cheek. 

“Please sir!” You correct yourself. 

“I don’t know, mama. Spanked your ass red last time and it was still not enough to keep this pussy under control.” Lo’ak accentuated the words with a brutal smack. Your red skin is hot beneath his hands as they freely explore your ass. Neteyam casually perches on the edge of the table. 

“Perhaps she needs a different type of persuasion.” Neteyam draws out while running the tip of his fingers from your clit to your entrance. His blue fingers become stained with the sticky arousal and cum leftover from your first climax. He hums in satisfaction while licking them clean. Hooded eyes look down at your tear stained face before smirking devilishly. Lo’ak runs his blunt nails along your red ass in amusement. Once again you are left out of the mix as the two brothers seem to come to a conclusion silently. 

Neteyam pulls you off the table and back against his chest, bulge poking against your burning backside. His hand wraps around your throat, feeling your pulse fluttering beneath his touch, to keep you in place. 

“Such a pretty girl.” Lo’ak coos, drinking in the sight of you. His fingertips dance along the edges of your ribcage before expert thumbs sweep over your hard nipples. Your whimpers fill the marui as Lo’ak mercilessly tugs and pinches at the sensitive points. Neteyam’s cock twitches in his loincloth at your sweet desperate sounds. As you try to twist away from the onslaught, Neteyam smacks your outer thigh then uses one muscular arms to wrap around your waist. 

“I-it hurts.” Your complaint turns into a little squeal when Lo’ak twists one of your nipples harshly. 

“Poor thing.” Lo’ak mocks with a feigned pout. Neteyam’s chest vibrates against your back into a deep chuckle. Once your peaks are red and hard enough for his approval Lo’ak steps back to gawk at his work. 

“What do you say, babygirl?” Neteyam prompts you.

“Thank you, sir.” Your breathy voice is hardly more than a whisper. Lo’ak rewards you with a stroke to the cheek anyways. 

“You know how to thank me properly, mama.” 

You can feel your slick now coating your thighs, dripping down to your knees visibly but all your attention is focused on the hardon pressing against Lo’ak’s loincloth. The second Neteyam releases you from his grasp you are obediently falling to your knees and crawling over to Lo’ak. You instantly go to untie the knots of his loincloth but are stopped by four fingered hand slapping you away. 

“Already forgot what we’ve taught you, huh? Can’t think straight with your pussy all wet?”

A dark red stains your cheeks to match your ass and as if in response, you can feel your entrance fluttering and leaking in search of attention. 

“Please can I suck your cock, sir? Want it so bad.” You bat your eyelashes up at Lo’ak knowing how much he enjoys the sight. It’s a conscious effort not to squeeze your thighs together or rut against the marui floor at this point. The burning flame in your core has risen to a raging fire once again that needs to be quenched. Still, orgasms are privileges for good girls as Neteyam often reminds you, so there is no telling how much they will make you suffer. 

“How can I say no to a face like that?” 

That is all the confirmation you require before eagerly undoing the knots and throwing the loincloth aside. His long member slaps up against his stomach, the lines of his new tattoo creating an alluring path to the hard cock already sporting a bead of precum on the head. Your coiled arousal tightens at the sight. No matter how many times you’ve seen the bulging veins and bulbous head you can’t help but thirst after him in such a primal manner. 

You try to kiss and tease at the head but you forget that this is punishment; not playtime. Lo’ak grabs your hair and forces his length down your throat till your nose hits his navel. His thick cock weighs heavy on your tongue and fills your throat so fully that it is difficult to get out shaky breaths. Lo’ak gives little time for you to adjust before he is fucking your face, using your mouth as a tight cocksleeve for his pleasure. 

“Agh that’s it, mama. Such a good little cockslut for us.” Lo’ak’s fringed rough voice spurs you onward even though he is the one completely taking control of your movements. You know the sight of you is degrading and humiliating and yet you crave to be their little toy, there to please them in any way possible. You can already tell by the way the head of his cock is hitting the back of your throat that your voice will be raspy for the next few days. Lo’ak’s eyes are hooded as he looks down to see you staring up at him innocently with tears creasing out of the corners of your eyes. The sight is almost too much to bear and it has him increasing the pace to something almost impossible to accommodate. 

You let out a small squeak when Neteyam grasps your hips from behind and pulls them back. His loincloth is gone, deposited somewhere in the mix and you can feel him running the head of his member up and down your sticky folds. The eldest Sully lets out an audible groan as he sees your arousal already dribbling onto his hard cock. The view only gets better as you desperately curve your back and push your ass up to reveal your aching pussy that greatly complement the red handprints along your cheeks. Neteyam kicks your thighs further apart, greedily wanting you to present every last inch of yourself to him. 

“One cock not enough for you, babygirl? Your pussy feeling a little left out?” Neteyam purrs, thick accent cloaking the words. You can’t see it but you know that the dangerous lustful light is gleaming in his eyes, signaling his surrender to the primal desires that plague his mind. You try to gurgle out some form of confirmation but with Lo’ak’s member in your throat it is simply a whining moan that increases the stimulating pleasure for the younger Sully brother. 

“I’d take that as a yes, bro.” Lo’ak chuckles but it comes out between gritted teeth, voice heavy with ecstasy. You can scarcely hear Neteyam’s soft chuckle over the ringing in your ears as your mouth is invaded over and over again. At this point you are rutting back against Neteyam mindlessly, only stopped by a harsh slap on your rear. 

The mushroom tip teases at your entrance before slowly slipping past the rim. You whimper as your pussy takes his thick length in inch by inch. Neteyam’s eyes blow out till there is only a thin rim of gold outlining his pupils. The lewd sight of your greedy pussy practically sucking him in has a feral growl rumbling in his chest. He doesn’t stop till he is buried to the hilt. You swear you can feel him against your cervix, filling you to the brim. Impaled on both sides by their thick lengths you can hardly breathe, let alone think.  

“So tight, babygirl. Little cunt squeezing me so good.” Neteyam hisses, fingers digging into your hips. 

“She’s just so happy to be filled, aren’t ya mama?” Lo’ak halts his movements in favor of pressing your face against his pelvis once again to see you choke and squirm. One pelvis pressed against your ass and another along your freckled nose, you whine in a mixture of pain and euphoria. 

“Our good little slut, finally getting what you’ve been begging for.” Neteyam’s baritone hums in amusement as he slowly pulls out till only the tip is caught on your rim. Without warning his hips slam forward and fill you completely in one fluid motion. Your eyes rolls to the back of your head and before you know it Lo’ak is following his brother’s pace. They slam into you from each side at a jackhammer pace. The pleasure of your sweet spot being hit by Neteyam’s cock at each thrust coalesces with the pain of Lo’ak’s banging into the back of your throat. 

It’s a painful yet erotic dance that flows through your senses as you try to keep up with the movements. You whine at the increased soreness that comes from Neteyam’s hips slapping lewdly against your tender ass. Lo’ak on the other hand has a firm grip on your hair as he continues to use your mouth without a second thought. You are an absolute gagging whimpering mess with swollen lips, tear stained cheeks and an obvious glow on your rear and both men revel in the image. 

Your legs and arms tremble with the challenge of not collapsing beneath you. 

“That’s it that’s it. So close, gonna cum down your throat, mama.” Lo’ak groans, head thrown back in pleasure. “You want my cum, yawne? Gonna savor every drop like the good girl I know you can be?”

A mewl escapes the back of your sore throat, trying to beg with your eyes for exactly that. Neteyam’s brutal pounding of your sweet spot has your head in a blurry haze but you can recognize your desire to be a good girl. You want to make Lo’ak proud as you swallow all of his sticky seed. 

“That’s what I thought.” The words barely escape his lips before his cock is twitching and squirting white cum down your throat. He holds your head in place firmly, not allowing you to move away but you don’t try to anyway. You suck greedily, trying to breath as your gag around his member. The sticky substance is salty and thick but you’ve grown accustomed to the taste. Once his moans of ecstasy die down, Lo’ak’s pulls out from your mouth with a ‘pop’. 

“Swallow.” You immediately obey, throat aching at the simple gulp. Long fingers grasp your jaw, squeezing your cheeks slightly. “Open. Tongue out, mama.”

Your tongue is stuck out to show you’ve swallowed, all the while little distorted moans leave your open mouth, still stimulated by the brutal fucking of your pussy by the eldest brother. His smooth words of praise become only white noise as you reach the tip of your peak. Neteyam feels the way you naturally clench around him and takes it as his cue to reach underneath and massage your clit. 

“G-gonna cum aah need to cum! Please sir!” You’re not sure which brother you are asking for permission from but it’s Neteyam that growls out an answer.

“Cum all over my cock, babygirl. Give it all to me.” His breathy command sends you over the edge. Stars dance along the outlines of your vision as you cum for the second time. “Fucking hell! I swear you’re trying to milk my cock, yawne.” Neteyam groans but you are too far gone to process his words. His thrusts ride you out through your climax. 

Insistent fingers still thrum at your clit as you come down from the high and a whimper escapes your lips at the overstimulation. Neteyam doesn’t let up, the sound of slapping skin only becoming louder as he ruts into you aggressively. 

“Too much! S’too much! Nete please!” You plead but Lo’ak is quick to shut you up. He kneels and forcefully takes you into a heated kiss. 

“This is punishment, babygirl. It’s not for you to decide.” 

There are no words that can be formed in response with your hazy focus and even if there were, Lo’ak has your mouth occupied again. His kiss is sharper, more demanding than his older brother’s. You struggle to stay present in it with the whiny gasps that push from your throat. You grasp at Lo’ak’s broad shoulders to stabilize yourself, your legs already on the verge of giving out. 

The tendrils of oversensitivity wrap and weave their way through your veins, demanding every ounce of your attention. Lo’ak’s kiss is failing to restrain your begging pleas, but he shushes you tenderly with praises as Neteyam chases his own high. 

“I’m gonna cum inside this little pussy just how you like it, babygirl.” Neteyam’s pace is practically ripping the air from your lungs at this point, expertly finding that spongy spot inside of you with ease. “Fill you up till my cum is leaking down your thighs. Always such a messy thing afterwards, aren’t you?” 

Lo’ak begins to attack your neck with open mouthed kisses and you take the opportunity to gasp for air before responding to the eldest brother. 

“Yes sir! Feels so good, please don’t stop!” You screech, hands clawing at Lo’ak’s shoulders hard enough to draw trickles of blood. Lucky for you Lo’ak barely flinches as he leaves hickeys along the column of your neck. You knew these are going to be more marks that have the other males of the clan staring at you, but there is nothing that seems to satiate Lo’ak’s oral fixation and marking kink. 

“Then cum for me again, yawne. Be a good slut and cum on this dick again.” His demand tempts you to protest but Lo’ak slaps your ass in warning before you even open your mouth to speak. Neteyam rubs at your clit fiercely without reprieve and that overwhelming stimulation is washing over you again like a wave. Your climax comes without your permission and it has your mouth open in a silent scream. 

Rope of sticky seed paint the inside of your walls, Neteyam’s hand leaving crescent shaped indents on your left hip. A cacophony of whimpers and growls stir together to fill the marui along with the squelching sounds of your tight pussy taking him in.

 “Good fucking girl.” Neteyam rumbles, finally halting his hips before sliding out of you.You collapse into Lo’ak’s arms as the aftershock of the orgasm shakes at your nerves. Neteyam spreads your legs widely to admire his work while you are cradled and shushed in Lo’ak’s lap. You can feel the white cum dribbling past your entrance only to have Neteyam collect the seed with his thumb and push it back inside your pussy. 

Lo’ak pets at your hair fondly while you bury your face against his stripped thighs. The two give you a short reprieve as you pant into Lo’ak’s lap. Hope that you have proven yourself starts to form and fester but that quickly dies when you are manhandled to lay on your back. 

“Still one last bit of punishment that needs to be dished out, babygirl.” Neteyam softly pets your parted thighs. 

“Something to make sure you never touch what belongs to us again without permission.” Lo’ak chimes in. 

“Are you ready to take it?” You know what Neteyam is really asking. ‘Are you willing to keep going?’ The eldest is always the most responsible when it comes to checking in on you, making sure your limits aren't pushed too far. Surely it has become a habit after all he does to look after his siblings and friends. Your body is aching and sore but there is still a burning desire to continue, to make up for your disobedience.  

“Yes sir.” The confirmation is barely a scratchy whisper but Neteyam smiles back in response. Golden eyes never leave yours as he spreads your thighs apart as wide as they can go. Your soft folds naturally part with the new position, still sticky with arousal and cum. Lo’ak fingers trace soothing circles along your ribs and stomach lightly, the gentle touches letting you know there is something painful coming your way. 

Neteyam’s palm comes down on your cunt hard and fast. 

Your thighs are quick to slam closed as the burning sensation travels along your core. The pain and pleasure are mixed so closely into a new found wave of electricity, but all you can think about is protecting your already sensitive clit and pussy from his spanks. 

“None of that, babygirl.” Neteyam tsks with a shake of his head. “Keep them open.”

Your muscles ache with the forced movement of Neteyam spreading your legs once more. 

“Shouldn’t have broken the rules, yawne. Now we have to spank your little cunt till she no longer aches to be naughty.” The younger Sully boy reminds you. 

“Lo’ak!” You whine, head thrown back against his shoulder. Your complaints are only met with a dark chuckle and chaste kisses to your cheek. 

The second hit comes without warning and the wet sound of the impact is obscene. Your ears pin back against your hair. 

“Poor babygirl. When are you going to learn?” The patronizing tone from Neteyam is hardly processed in your brain as you struggle to keep your legs closed again. Although the mighty warrior can easily outmatch your strength, he calls upon Lo’ak for help so he can continue the harsh slaps. 

Lo’ak easily slips his arms underneath your knees and pull them wide and up towards your ear so your body is effectively pressed in half. You are completely vulnerable and exposed to the torment and yet your body contradicts itself by releasing more slick that pools down along your red cheeks. Neteyam uses two fingers to gently part your lips and expose your swollen bud.

“Nete, I’m so-”

You are cut off with another smack directly on your clit. Your body jolts but is kept in place by Lo’ak as Neteyam raises an eyebrow at you. 

“I’m sorry, sir!” Your trembling voice quickly corrects. “I won’t do it again I promise!”

“Of course you won’t, babygirl. Not after we’re through with you.” The eldest’s face holds a crooked grin while gently stroking a finger through your swollen folds.  

“How many more?” His ears flick at your quiet question. The brothers lock eyes once more across your shoulder. 

“What do you think, Lo’ak? How many more does our little slut need to behave?” Neteyam tilts his head to the side with a feigned beseeching look as if he has simply asked his brother about the weather; not the fate of your poor cunt. Lo’ak as always is a fan of drawing things out letting the trepidation and anticipation build till you are squirming in his hold. 

Not that the added suspense is needed anyway. You are already a wreck, bent in half with messy hair, ass red and neck full of little love bites and hickies. Your brain works on half power as the mixture of Neteyam and your juices shimmer along your sensitive parts fully only display. The warm breeze rolling over your exposed body only serves as a greater reminder of the compromising position you are in. 

“At least a few more to get her nice and warm.” The vagueness of his response is intentional, effectively leaving the other brother to do as he pleases without restraint. Neteyam takes the invitation without pause.

His hand comes down on your exposed folds and it wrenches a wrangled moan from your lips. It is hard to distinguish the lines between agony and bliss at this point. Either way, the exercise is useless so you surrender yourself to the experience instead.

 Neteyam plays an agonizing game of alternating between working your clit and smacking your cunt within the same breath. Neteyam looks up through eyes glazed over with dark lust to see your pinched up expression and heaving chest panting for air. It sends a thrill through him to see you absolutely fucked out of your mind, no thoughts left but that of pleasure and pain and of course the need to please them. 

“I need you to promise something, babygirl.”

“Y-yes yes I p-promise.” You sputter out before really processing his words. Lo’ak’s dark laugh vibrates against your back. 

“He hasn’t told you what to promise yet, mama. Poor thing can barely form a thought, too cockdrunk.” Lo’ak nips playfully at your pinned back ear but the sensation is drowned out by another spank landing home on your clit. 

“Promise that this cunt belongs to us. Promise that my brother and I get to play with it whenever we please.” 

Lucky for you, this is not a new promise or concept. It takes little thought to swing together a response. 

“It’s all yours! It’s always belonged to you two, sir!” Your heavy eyelids make it difficult to peek through to make eye contact with Neteyam while speaking but the proud look on his face makes the effort worth it. 

“Good girl.” One last smack comes down on your cunt making you mewl pathetically. You scarcely notice when Lo’ak releases your legs and they collapse to the woven marui floor. Despite everything you’ve been through there is still one desire that burns at the front of your brain. 

“L-Lo’ak.” He lets your improper addressing go, seeing how frazzled you are. 

“Yeah mama?” Hot breath tickles your ear. 

“C-can you pl-please…n-need you….” Your tongue seems to work against your best efforts to form a coherent sentence. From his place between your legs Neteyam coos at your destroyed state. 

“You want me to fuck you, mama? Want my cock in your pussy?” You almost sag in relief, knowing that Lo’ak understand your mangled pleas. 

“YES! Pl-please  please need you!” It feels incomplete at this point to only have one of the brother’s seed trickling down your thighs. 

“Don’t worry, mama. Gonna fuck you dumb on my cock.” Lo’ak makes the lewd promise with an angelic voice that contradicts all reason as he presses loving kisses into your curly hair. The brothers make quick work of switching places, your head laying back on Neteyam’s lap while Lo’a settles himself between your legs.  

“You really did a number on her, bro.” Lo’ak bends down and kisses your clit gently. The flesh is hot to the touch and even the smallest sensation makes your toes curl. Neteyam meanwhile busies himself with running his calloused fingertips along the curves of your torso. He revels in seeing the goosebumps that appear beneath his touch and the way your sore nipples harden again with even the slightest breeze. 

Your entrance futters out of sensitivity when Lo’ak’s mushroom tip pushes past the rim. Every ridge and vein is felt against your velvety walls, encasing him eagerly. You are too exhausted to keep your eyes open but the melodic groans that slip past Lo’ak’s lips are ones that you recognize well. His thrusts are smooth and long, making sure to bury into you to the hilt every time. 

His balls slap obscenely against your sore ass while his pelvis causes a delicious burn when coming in contact with the heated flesh of your core. Still, you can tell that Lo’ak is trying to hold back for your sake, seeing how exhausted his yawne is. You are dazzled by your own body’s ability to start working towards its fourth orgasm of the night. The coil wraps even tighter when you dare to watch Lo’ak’s body move through the slits of your barely opened eyes. The dark curves and design of his tattoo beautifully accentuates the sheer power and muscle of his toned hips and lower abs. 

There is a flitter of pride that always surfaces when you see either of the brothers, forest people by birth, sporting the Metkayina traditional tattoos and clothing. In some way it makes them feel even more like yours. Your forest boys turned ocean hunters. 

“So gorgeous, yawne. Taking him so well.” Neteyam’s string of praises soothes your pounding heart as your climax crawls closer and closer. 

“Already got me close, mama, fluttering around me like that.” Lo’ak chimes in through bared teeth. There is no strength left to respond to the words, only a constant spew of obscene noises erupt from you. 

The concept of time is lost on you as your brain only focuses on the overwhelming stimulations racking from your core. It could have been a few minutes or hours but all you know is that when Lo’ak paints your inner walls white with ropes of his cum, your climax follows in suit. 

“Yes! Oh yes mama, just like that!” The symphony of mixed moans and growls rattle in your ears until your orgasm finally stops shaking your bones. 

Your eyes shut immediately, only vaguely aware of the sets of warm hands moving your body. When you manage to take in your surroundings once again you are sandwiched between the two brothers, head on Lo’ak’s chest as Neteyam cleans you with a wet cloth. 

“Did you learn your lesson, babygirl?” Neteyam asks with a soft smile. You have just enough strength to nod your head and send a tired smile back. 

“Go to sleep, yawne.” Lo’ak’s fond chuckle acts as a lullaby that pulls you into the heavy mist of sleep. 

Part 2

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Romancing Pandora 3

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: I finished this so last minute lmao. But this is a continuation of my Package Deal fic that I did a while ago. You don't really have to read that first, but you can if you like. I feel like this one is so short, but I still hope you guys enjoy it! All characters are aged up!

Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Tsireya

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Sapphics, Throuple Dynamic, Creampie

You and Lo’ak sit alone in your shared marui. You’re prepping meat to cook later and he’s working on repairing a knot in his fishing net. There’s a comfortable silence between you which was one of the things that you had grown to love about him. 

You finish prepping the food and set it off to the side. From the corner of your eye, you can see Lo’ak struggling a bit with his net. His fingers fumble and tug on the rope and it makes you stifle a small giggle as you move to sit behind him. 

“You’re not very good with your hands, are you?” you tease. 

He chuckles a bit before quipping back, “That’s not what you were saying the other night.”

You roll your eyes at him with a smirk. “Whatever, forest boy. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Oh really?”

Lo’ak shifts his position to turn to you and caresses your face with his hand. It takes a minute for you to realize that your eyes are trained on his lips in anticipation. You only notice when you see him smirk at you and a flush falls over your face. 

“Shut up”, you pout making him chuckle at you. 

He leans forward and presses his lips against yours and your body completely melts into the kiss. His hands find your hips and he pulls you into his lap so that you’re straddling him. His tewng is tented and poking you right on your clothed cunt that was surely soaking wet by now. Lo’ak lays you down on your back and grinds his hips into yours. His hand snakes down between your bodies to settle right on top of your pussy and rub lazy circles over your covered clit. 

Before you can go any further, another voice sounds from the entrance. 

“Well, well, look at who’s having fun without me”, Tsireya calls from the front of your shared home. 

The three of you have become so accustomed and comfortable with this dynamic that hearing the sudden interruption barely makes either of you bat an eye. Lo’ak barely even bothers to break the kiss when he calls back, “So come join us”.

You can hear her footsteps getting closer to you before her gorgeous face appears in your line of sight. Lo’ak’s fingers never let up on your clit, even when Tsireya turns his face towards her to kiss him. 

Breaking their kiss, Tsireya circles around behind you and positions you so that your back is pressed against her chest and your legs are spread open over her own legs. One hand is groping your breast while the other is sliding your tewng to the side to expose your slick cunt. Her lips are next to your ear and she lightly kisses along your neck. “Look at you all worked up, yawne.” 

The flush on your face deepens and a small moan escapes your lips. Lo’ak already has his tewng discarded and he’s rubbing his leaking tip through your slick. The slide in is entirely too easy and the stretch is just on the verge of being too much. Your head falls back onto Tsireya’s shoulder while Lo’ak bottoms out inside of you. 

“Reya…” you whine to her and a smile settles on her lips. 

“Yes, yes, tìyawn. I know.” She captures your lips in a heated kiss where she licks into your mouth. AT the same time, Lo’ak has started rutting into you harshly, unable to hold himself back feeling your tight, wet heat around his cock. 

“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m not gonna last long if you keep squeezing me like that”, he groans with the constant wet smack, smack, smack filling the air. 

You moan against Tsireya’s mouth and it’s muffled by her tongue in your mouth. Every thrust of his hips punches your sweet spot perfectly. Tsireya’s fingers rub into your sensitive nub causing your mouth to fall open, “Oh, fuck, Reya…” 

Lo’ak’s hand finds your face and makes you look at him. 

“Call my name when I’m inside you, baby.” 

The pressure in your body skyrockets until you’re just about ready to burst. Lo’ak keeps his hold on your face, holding eye contact with you as he chases his high.

“Aahh! Haah! Lo’ak!”

“That’s right, baby. Keep your eyes on me while I fill you up.”

Tsireya licks a long stripe up your neck to your ear and all the stimulation finally has you coming undone pressed between the two of them. Lo’ak isn’t far behind you when he spills his load inside of your fluttering walls. 

Your legs tremble and your walls continue to clench and relax around Lo’ak’s dick.

When you finally come down, both your bodies go slack while Tsireya whispers words of praise to both of you. 

A look is shared between you and Lo’ak where you exchange no words, but the understanding is clear. 

“Don’t think we’re done just yet, Reya.” you say to her. 

“We have to make sure you’re taken care of too, don’t we?” Lo’ak says starting to stroke himself slowly.

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[nickgoesinsane]

Imagine Aonung and Lo'ak having a rivalry (not that they already did) over spending time with you. They are always at each others throats, and do anything within their power to prevent the other from being with you. But you've had enough of their companion, and drag the both of them into a private area in the island and punish them for annoying you, as well as making them get along in a not so dissatisfying way. And by that I mean by pounding into Lo'ak's pussy while Lo'ak thrusts his dick into Aonung's cunt along with your movements.

(Characters are aged up. Reference.)

“This is so much better than arguing.” You say, emphasizing your words with strong, well aimed thrusts into Lo’ak’s cunt. You wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze, drawing a strangled whine from him. “Isn’t it?” You ask when you don’t get a coherent reply from either of them, pressing your cheek against Lo’ak’s and peering down at Aonung. 

“Y-Yeah.” Aonung groans, bucking his hips to meet Lo’ak’s jerky thrusts into his pussy. His hard cock lays against his belly, drooling precum. 

“So much better.” Lo’ak agrees breathily, caught between two sources of pleasure. 

You chuckle and push Lo’ak against Aonung’s chest, leaning down to cage them in. They both gasp, your cock pressing deeper inside Lo’ak’s cunt, which pushes him further into Aonung’s. “Great Mother have mercy.” Aonung chokes, his long legs scrambling to hook around you, one of his hands gripping Lo’ak’s bicep while the other claws at your back. 

“Oh fuck—” Lo’ak shudders, his eyes threatening to roll into the back of his skull. “So deep…” His cunt tightens deliciously around you. 

You nip at the curve of Lo’ak’s jaw and smirk at Aonung. “One I fill this one’s pretty little pussy, it’ll be your turn.” 

Aonung’s mouth drops open with a wanton groan, and Lo’ak jerks between you. Looks like they can come to an agreement whenever you’re involved.

[thespiritoflife]

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲?

fandom: ATWOW

pairing: aged up!neteyam x metkayina!deaf!female!reader

warnings: grammatical errors (feel free to tell me where i made them, please, english is not my native language), slight angst, but otherwise fluff :)

summary: fluff with slight angst, reader is deaf and she can't believe she caught neteyam's eyes 👀

A/N's note: please, pretty please, let me know if you liked it! thank you <3 and yes, neteyam is aged up, because I CAN'T BELIEVE HE IS ONLY 15 YEARS OLD, no, even i am 19 years old, so he's like 22 years old in my fic! and also, i read that na'vi people know how to write but they write with SYMBOLS, so please, imagine that they write with symbols in my fic, okay? thanks.

enjooy!🩷🫶

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Ocean. Ocean during the night. Dark, deep, and full of stories. But at the same time so beautiful.

Like Y/N's eyes.

When Neteyam first saw Y/N's eyes, they reminded him of the ocean.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Y/N was sitting on the sand, her feet deep in the sand, her gaze in the depths of the ocean.

"Come on, bro! You can't be serious! Go talk to her!” Lo'ak punched Neteyam.

"You, mighty warrior, you're afraid to talk to her? I don't believe it! I have to tell Tsireya. And Kiri. And Rotxo. And.."

Neteyam rolled his eyes. "I'm going to her, okay?! Just don't tell anyone!"

"Hmm... I'm afraid everyone already knows about it. The looks you throw at that girl are too obvious."

"Shut up!" Neteyam blushed. Damn! He wasn't as inconspicuous as he thought.

Lo'ak cheerfully gave him a thumbs up. Neteyam rolled his eyes for the hundredth time and signaled his brother to go away.

He slowly walked towards the beautiful girl.

Y/N was sad. She didn't want to be, but she was slowly getting to the age where everyone had a mate. Only she didn't. No one came to her.

And she knew very well why.

'Y/N! That's not true and you know it! You'll meet the right one someday, I promise!' she remembered what Tsireya had told her years ago. And she didn't find the right one.

"My child, Eywa knows what she's doing,' Ronal once told her as Y/N was helping her. 'Don't be sad,'

'I'm not sad. But I can't help it, sometimes it happens to me,' she sighed and continued. 'Ronal, it's probably not meant to be,'

'Don't say that!' Ronal took her hand sternly and looked into her eyes. 'Do you remember what Ìzau'ite once said? That you have a beautiful life ahead of you. That one day someone will come who will love you just the way you are,'

Y/N had tears in her eyes. 'It's just an omen, Ronal. And I'm sorry to burden you with this.'

'You never bother me, Y/N. Just believe, okay? Don't be sad.'

Don't be sad. Y/N kept repeating it to herself. Don't be sad.

She flinched when someone touched her shoulder. That rarely happened, everyone knew that Y/N liked to be not disturbed on nights like this.

She turned and saw Neteyam. She smiled weakly. Ah, Neteyam. She first noticed him when he arrived with his family. She was curious about them and he immediately caught her eye. He seemed so cute to her. What shocked her was that she also caught him looking at her. She was never the center of anyone's interest. Then she smiled shyly at him and walked away.

He looked at her several times. Sometimes he even smiled. But he never came to see her, so Y/N had no reason to worry.

Until now.

"I'm sorry I scared you. I just wanted to introduce myself. I am Neteyam and you are?” she read his lips.

Why did he come to see her? Did he not know she was deaf?

"Will you tell me your name or will I have to find it out myself?"

Ah. No, he didn't know.

Y/N picked up a stick and started writing in the sand. Neteyam watched her curiously. She hasn't said a word yet. Was she shy?

MY NAME IS Y/N. NICE TO MEET YOU.

Neteyam stared at the sand. “Y/N. Nice to meet you too,"

Y/N watched him with her eyes and wrote in the sand:

DO YOU KNOW OUR FINGER TALK?

She knew that Neteyam had told Ao'nung that he didn't understand their "finger talk" underwater. But it had been a long time since he said that. He might have learned it by then.

Neteyam wrote in the sand:

A BIT. WHY?

Y/N sighed. Will she tell him? That she's deaf? To make him leave? Like everyone else?

She was silent for a while, looking at the ocean. Who knows how it sounds? What does the ocean sound like? That was her biggest question. What does the ocean sound like?

'Neteyam, it's because..' she started motioning to him when someone pushed Neteyam away. Ao'nung.

"What are you doing here?! Let her!” Ao'nung shouted.

"I didn't do anything to her, I swear! Where did you get that?!” Neteyam didn't understand.

Meanwhile, Y/N stood up and pushed Ao'nung away from Neteyam.

'Ao'nung! Leave him! He didn't do anything to me, I swear!' she motioned to him.

Ao'nung growled at Neteyam. 'Why were you with him?' he asked her.

'Because I came to see her.' Neteyam finally understood their sign language.

Y/N looked into his eyes. 'Sorry, Ao'nung is a bit protective. And Neteyam, if you didn't get it, I'm deaf,' she motioned to him and left with that.

Neteyam was looking at her pretty back for a while. Everything suddenly made sense. He felt like an idiot.

"Neteyam, if you hurt her," Ao'nung growled.

"I won't hurt her! Why would I do that?"

"Because she is deaf! It's not easy for her,” Ao'nung looked at him sternly.

"I understand, okay, Ao'nung? You don't have to be so protective. And the fact that she is deaf does not burden me. On the contrary."

"On the contrary? What?"

"I want to know her. Y/N."

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

"Hello. Sorry about yesterday," Neteyam finally found Y/N the next day.

She was just leaving Ronal.

She looked at him in surprise. 'No need to apologize. What are you doing here?'

Neteyam smiled shyly. 'I came to see you. Shall we walk?'

Y/N opened her mouth in shock. She's dreaming, right? This can't be true.

They walked along the beach and stopped at the place where they met yesterday.

Y/N looked at him. Eywa, he was so handsome. But she had to ask him: 'Why did you come to see me?'

'What do you mean? Aren't the boys going after you?'

'They don't go, Neteyam. The fact that I am deaf is a problem for them. And I'm not surprised at that.'

'Why are you throwing yourself down? Being deaf does not make you worthless. I don't see a problem with that. That's their problem. I see a beautiful girl in front of me and the fact that you are deaf makes you... uhm.. even more beautiful.'

Y/N had tears in her eyes. 'You only recently learned sign language, right? You are doing very well,' she praised him.

Neteyam smiled at her. She was beautiful. Why didn't she see that?

He really couldn't believe that no one had come up to her and asked her to be his mate yet.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Y/N and Neteyam started meeting each other. Y/N loved evening walks. They talked for a long time. About life. About everything. Y/N didn't even want to believe it was true. It was too beautiful. Y/N also met Neteyam's family. His family always knew how to make her laugh. They were very nice. And funny. Even Ao'nung, her good loyal friend, changed his mind about Neteyam.

She liked Neteyam. He was so nice, to everyone, to everything, that it hurt. And so was Y/N.

"They found each other. They're both too good for this world,” Tsireya rested her head against Lo'ak's.

Lo'ak looked at his brother as he walked hand in hand with Y/N. “Y/N is a good girl. Sometimes I even forget that she is deaf,"

Tsireya nodded silently.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

'Do you know that your name means no end?' Y/N asked him out of nowhere.

Neteyam puzzled Y/N's nose. 'I don't know why my parents gave me name with this meaning, but I like it.'

'Me too.'

And then she asked him again. What interested her the most. 'How does the ocean sound?'

Neteyam looked at her. She was so interested. His heart sank as he realized that she would never find out.

'Beautiful,' he answered. 'The sound of the sea is beautiful. The sound of the waves makes the soul at peace.' The ocean reminded him of her. She gave him peace.

Y/N was a bit sad and Neteyam noticed it. 'But do you know what the most beautiful sound in the world is?' he asked her.

'I do not know,'

Neteyam knelt and wrote in the sand:

YOUR LAUGHTER.

Tears streamed down Y/N's face. Netaym stood up and wiped them away with his fingers. Y/N hugged him and Neteyam hugged her back.

She grabbed his hand and was about to motion to him something she had never said before.

But Neteyam stopped her. He kissed her fingertips and buried his fingers in her long hair. He kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose, and finally her mouth. Y/N closed her eyes and gave up on the gentle kiss. Eywa, it was so beautiful.

'Y/N, you don't have to hear the most beautiful things,' Neteyam placed her hand on his heart. 'You don't even have to see the most beautiful things, but you have to feel the most beautiful things.'

[lilghostiequinni]

Neteyam Masterlist

Main Masterlist Avatar Masterlist Neteyam & Ao'nung Masterlist Neteyam & Lo'ak Masterlist

four coming soon

Mate of Mine

Whether or Not

Labs & Trees

Your My Home

Without You

This Can't Be the End

none

[quicktosimp]

Exploration

Kinktober Day 01 - Handjob

A/N: Hello! This is my first time joining kinktober, and writing smut in general. So I hope this is enjoyable for you ❤️

Warnings: 18+, handjob, praise kink, dirty talk, size kink, alien genitalia, all characters are aged up!

Lo'ak x human!reader

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Wow, Kiri, what is today, hate on Norm day? Norm wouldn’t be that bad of a dad!”   I laughed.

“I would rather drink acid,”  Kiri exaggerated. 

“Well, there might be a bottle of old bleach in the bathroom.”  Spider grinned from the top of a pod. 

“Come on guys, seriously, Norm’s a good guy; he taught us so much! He’s been showing me how to take samples of ikrans!  I managed to get near one yesterday! And I didn’t need stitches!”  

“Dude, you should not be so excited for that,” Spider groaned.

Lo’ak shifted over to me, “How many times do I have to tell you not to go near the ikrans without me?” 

Pushing playfully at Lo’ak, “How many times do I have to tell you not to go near the ikrans without me?” I mocked, “You sound like Teyam.” I climbed one of the pods as he scowled, “I do not need a bodyguard, that clear numb nuts?” 

“My nuts can’t be numb if I have none,” He grumbled. 

Spider winced in the background while Kiri looked at him quizzically, “Why would Lo’ak have numb nuts? Nuts can’t be numb?”

Spider and I looked at each other blankly, neither knowing what to say nor wanting to tackle this. But I can’t help but wonder exactly what is under his tewng and how much I want to feel it, hand, mouth, cunt; I don’t really care at this point. 

Because even though Lo’ak and I have been dating for two years now, he’s still scared of hurting me and refuses to do more than gently kissing. At this point, I just want this man to rail me until all my thoughts are gone. I keep dreaming about it, imagining what it would look like, but now I’m not too sure…

“Norm!” Spider gave up on this conversation, dragging Kiri with him.

“Sorry, Babe, but I don’t think I am qualified for this conversation.” I gave Lo’ak a quick peck and started to slide off the tube, “Maybe ask your dad?”

“Why would I ask him?” he grabbed me, holding me tight, “When I can ask you, Yawntutsyìp, you seem to know what’s going on.” flashing me his Cheshire grin.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lay a kiss on his neck, “If you really want to know, then let’s go somewhere else. We’re not having this conversion next to Grace.” I continued my trail of kisses up until I was at the spot under his jaw. A deep rumble came from Lo’ak’s chest; this spot has always been his favorite; whether it be kissing or nuzzling, it never fails to make him purr. If I do it long enough, then I can smell a soft scent, almost like the trees of Pandora, and a hint of banana fruit that Lo’ak always loves. I continue to kiss at that spot, licking it, before I take it into my mouth and suck. 

“Fuck, Yawne, you are asking for things you are not ready for,” Lo’ak growled. One of his hands travels down and squeezes my ass; I suck and nibble at his neck. Lo’ak grabs the back of my head, pulling me off his neck with a pop, showing the dark purple spot I felt him, 

“That’s enough of that,” his voice in a deep timber, “Now I believe you were going to answer my questions.” he gently pried me off, setting me on my bed. 

Groaning from the loss of contact and from the fact that I’m about to give my 9-foot-tall boyfriend a biology lesson, the only thing keeping me going is that I may get my own answers on what’s in his tewng. I clear my throat and fan at my red face, “So what do you know of human biology, like sex-wise?” trying to start this weird conversation.

“Isn’t it the same?” He asks, settling on my bed.

Well…” I began, “I’m not sure about that now,” I bite my lip, “I mean, I’ve kinda noticed over the years, your tewng doesn’t hide much…” I trail off, not sure how to continue. 

“What would I need to hide?” His brow furrows.

“You know, your dick and balls?” My face is now a bright red.

Lo’ak looks shaken, “You mean, with humans, those… those are outside of their body at all times?” He whispers.

Now it’s my turn to be shocked, “Yes? Our gentiles are always outside of the body; it’s why we cover up?” My answer comes out as a question, “How… How do yours work? Where are they if they’re not outside?”

“Well, I mean, they stay inside until I need them.” Gesturing to his groin area.

I look there, licking my lips, contemplating my next question; I lean forward and ask, “Can I see?”

Looking up into his eyes, he nods, slowly removing his tewng. Even after talking, I was surprised to see it flat. His stripes on either side of his hips wrap down into a single line down the middle of his naval and looks to wrap around his back. I crawl forward to be closer to him.

“Um, they’re right underneath here.” Pointing to the single stripe.

I reach my hand out, stopping inches away from his chest; I wait for Lo’ak’s permission. At his nod, I stroke his chest, feeling his firm pectorals from his long days as a warrior. I trail down, feeling his abdomen flex as I pet them, loving the feel of his muscular body. Finally, I reach the conjoined strips; I touch them gently. Lo’ak hisses sharply, and I look up at him; his head is thrown back, but his eyes are on me, pupils blown wide. He places his hand on my head, playing with my hair. I stroke the stripe up and down, and Lo’ak spreads his legs wider. I settle in closer and begin to put more pressure on that spot; I feel it start to spread; there’s a little slit that keeps opening the more I touch it. Lo’ak’s slit got deeper, and I saw something peeking out. 

“You will need to pull it out,” Lo’ak panted. 

I took two of my fingers and dipped them into his slit. Lo’ak’s moans fill the room as I slip deeper. I finally touched something deeper, and using two fingers, I gently pulled it out. And it was like nothing I had seen before. The base was the same color as his skin, and it became lighter the higher it went, with the tip being a light purple. The tip was tapered, almost cone-like, but what caught me off guard was the spines. From below the tip to halfway down his shaft, it was covered in small spine-like riges. 

“Not what you were expecting, Yawntutsyìp?” His grin was back; even through his panting, I could see he was smug. 

“I’ve never seen anything like you before.” The awe in my voice was evident. 

Lo’ak gave a deep chuckle as I stroked his ego. 

“I wanna keep going.”

“Fuck baby, you can keep going”

Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I start from the base and move to his tip; the spines were flexible and move with ease as I move to the tip. Lo’ak bucked his hips into my hand once I touched the tip. I went back down, and the spines followed my hand as I went down, almost like they didn’t want me to leave. And I repeated. Again. And again. And again.

“Babe, you can grip it harder than that. Just a little tighter. Yes, yes, just like that, such a good fucking girl.” Lo’ak hissed through his teeth.

I can feel myself getting wet, watching Lo’ak humming in pleasure, and his dick is hotter than I thought it would be. He was throbbing in my grip; I squeezed a bit more when I got to the spines, “FUCK!”, Lo’ak moaned, so I did it again, “Damn baby, you make me feel so good. Ma pretty girl, so good for me.” I moaned at his words, my cunt clenching around nothing. I started moving my hips, grinding on my bed, looking for any friction, just needing a little something. 

Lo’ak growled, “Ma Yawntutsyìp, are you fucking yourself on the bed? Don’t worry, be a good girl and finish me off, and that pussy is mine.” 

“Please, babe,” I whine. 

I focus back on his cock, which had started leaking pre; it was a pretty iridescent color. I rubbed my palm over it to spread it to the rest of his cock, making the glide easier. I want to lick it so bad, but what little sense I have reminds me that ingesting an unknown substance is not a good idea. I bring up my other hand, but Lo’ak grabs my hand puts my fingers in his mouth and sucks. I feel his tongue laps around my fingers and his fangs on the sides of my hand. 

I move so I’m sitting on Lo’ak’s thigh, giving me a better seat; he releases my fingers so I can use both hands on him. I have one hand on the lower part of his shaft, and on every down stroke, I make sure to dip into his slit, making his whine. With my other hand, I focus on his spines and tip. I squeeze on the spines and curl my palm on the head. At this point, Lo’ak is fucking my hand.

“Ma Yawntutsyìp, please, faster, please!” His words came out between his pants. 

I go faster, hearing the movements of my hands making a wet noise every time, a puddle of precum already on my bed. Lo’ak’s thighs tremble, bumping into my core and hitting my clit. Fueling my desire, wanting more from him, but refusing to take my eyes off the sight in front of me. 

“Come on baby, I’m so close, just a bit more,” Lo’ak begs, his chest heaving.

I pick up the pace once more, watching as his dick pulses in my hand and the spines become firmer. I grab firm to the spines and grind my hands around them. Lo’ak became stiff; he threw his head back and unleashed a moan while cumming. Cumming buckets of pretty pearly cum all over my bedding and hands, dripping off of my hands onto and thighs, covering me in his cum as well. 

Lo’ak’s eyes darkened as he saw me covered in his cum. He saw some dripping off of my thigh onto my bed; he grabbed my thigh and rubbed his cum into my skin that wasn’t covered by my shorts. He then dipped his hand into the pool of cum on the bed and bought it to my neck, rubbing it into the area underneath my jaw. He placed his face next to mine and sniffed, “You finally smell like me,” He purred, “No one will mistake you as anything but mine now, Yawntutsyìp.” 

Lo’ak places his hands under my thighs and lifts me, moving me so I’m laying on my back, his eyes dark as he licks his lip, looming over me, “Now, Syulang, I believe I promised you that I’d take care of you.”

Update: A visual of the genitalia here

[allidoistrytrytryy]

don’t want no other shade of blue, but you (part 1 of 2) (neteyam x reader)

AO3 version if you prefer reading over there

part 2 (Neteyam and the sky girl, series)

summary: (the confusing timeline and glimpses of life between Neteyam and a human girl.)

warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, kinda only angst with bits of fluff for part 1, will get better, no use of y/n, confusing timeline, aged-up characters when it comes to present time, not canon-compliant, will surely be unrealistic when it comes to lore but i write what i want and that IS AN HAPPY ENDING IN PART 2

As you slowly woke up, you peeked over to the edge of the tree to see the sun had begun to set.

You needed to go back, now.

You pulled yourself away from the large blue body. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder, again, while you were talking.

Your very best friend, Neteyam. Your other half in so many ways.

The one that you could never be with, you reminded yourself as you re-positioned your mask again, making sure it was well attached and still working.

Here was the detail, you were fully human. Or sky people, as they all liked to remind you when the others of the clan looked at you and whispered under their breath.

Were you angry at them ? Of course not. Sky people were still your people, as much as you wanted to erase that part of yourself. But that did not change the fact that your people had tried to take everything from the Omaticayas.

They had destroyed Hometree. Killed the Olo’eyktan. Killed so many of them, all for some resources. And you were simply a reminder of that.

Your small stature, your non-blue skin, your hands of five fingers, your mask always on your face. You were one of them, no matter how much you did not want to be.

But the thing was you didn’t know anything but Pandora.

Your mother, a scientist, had been pregnant when the evacuation happened. Barely pregnant, in the early stages, but still enough to not be able to be brought back, the flight too dangerous to take and cryo impossible.

So your father, one of the many military men on base at the time, had fucked off and taken the first flight home back to Earth, not caring about the woman he had fucked or his unborn child.

Obviously, your mother had wanted to go right back to Earth too, so she had hated you for keeping her on Pandora. She gave birth to you and got evacuated as soon as she could be.

You never heard from her after that. You never asked about her either. You didn’t care.

Home had been the remaining humans in the lab who had stayed. Home had been the multiple faces and hands you had been through. Home had been a little blond boy, human too, pulling on your hair and going out every day, when you barely had the courage to go explore.

Home was looking up at a tank with a large blue woman floating in it (“It’s a Na’vi.” Norm had said, while holding you on his hip, explaining to barely 1-year-old little you. “Well, technically, she’s but an avatar, so not truly Na’vi but… yeah. That was Grace. And soon, there will be another baby around, but blue.”).

That Grace had been pregnant, which you later on understood no one could explain. (Lo’ak would whisper his suspicions later on to you, in his own confident joking manner, loud enough for Kiri to hear. She had jumped on him after that. You had looked with a sigh, but a smile anyway.) But a blue baby came out soon after and was taken by two larger than life blue people. (Literally larger than life. You remembered looking up at them from the ground, fascinated and terrified at the same time.)

You had not seen her (Kiri, Norm had told you, back from a run to the Omaticayas in his avatar. Daughter of Grace. Daughter of Jake and Neytiri.) for a few years, until one day Spider dragged 5-year-old you to the forest to show you the clan and make you meet the Sully siblings.

You remembered how Spider had jumped in with them, so naturally, like another brother. You had felt awkward, looking from afar, already so aware of your differences even at such a young age.

Spider was being rowdy with Lo’ak while Neteyam was watching them with a shake of his head. You had gravitated towards Kiri, who was sitting away from them, looking around her. You had sat down beside her.

Kiri hadn’t looked back for a minute or two, too engrossed in the world around her, until she had finally turned to you, surprised to see someone she didn’t know beside her.

“Sorry, I did the thing... You must be the human girl Spider keeps talking about ! It’s nice to finally meet you.” Kiri had exclaimed, with a smile so big you had loved her instantly.

“Must be me... I’m the only one around anyway... I hope he didn’t tell you bad things.” You had grumbled under your breath, sending a death glare to Spider’s back.

Kiri had shaken her head with a laugh. “Brothers, am I right ?” She had sighed, looking at her own brothers.

You had sighed back and smiled. You hadn’t countered the word. Spider was the closest thing you had to a brother. The only one who understood what you were going through.

Spider had gotten close to you two after a while. “I saw you with your look and your sigh. What are you saying about me, dumb ass ?”

“Absolutely nothing, I'm innocent." You had said, lightly kicking him with your foot.

He had narrowed his eyes in suspicion, until Lo’ak and Neteyam had come closer. Lo’ak was the first one to talk, while Neteyam was simply looking at you.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us, monkey boy ?”

“I have the unfortunate pleasure to introduce you to my daily pain in the ass.” Spider had told them your name as you had whined over his words, kicking him harder with your foot this time.

“It’s nice to meet you. He talks about you often. We wondered if you would ever come around.”

Neteyam had looked at you with a smile while saying it. You remembered liking him instantly, with his easy smile.

“I wasn’t going to, until Spider dragged me here.” You had whispered, looking at your hands.

“And we’re glad he did.”

Kiri had rubbed your back, before pulling you to your feet to show you the forest.

The rest is history. You came back, again and again and again. You couldn’t stay away anymore. You loved them. You felt like you belonged beside them.

But you knew you didn’t.

You barely went to the Omaticayas’ home. You always joined them in the forest, but you never crossed the line, as much as Kiri pulled on your hand to come with them.

“Come eat with us ! Come on ! Our parents would love to see you. They always hear about you, but never see you.”

(You knew that was not true. Maybe Jake wanted to see you more, getting it underneath it all, but Neytiri ? Spider had told you so many times how she looked at him with cold unforgiving eyes and whispered under her breath. (That did not stop him from sticking to the Sullys and always crossing that line you had drawn yourself.) (In the few times you had met them, her, she had never looked at you like that though. Maybe the fact that you stayed away made it easier for her to just... forget about you.))

In those moments when you refused and said you were going home with a sad smile, Neteyam would always walk you home, helping you get over any obstacle and helping you climb.

He kept growing taller and taller while you stayed small. Which means he was lifting you more than helping you climb, honestly. And he would make fun of you for it too.

(“Come on, sky girl, keep up !”

He said, laughing as he jumped over trees and vines easily.

“I’m trying, Nete ! You skxawng !”

You yelled and he laughed even harder, looking back at you, his braids swinging with the movement. Your heart skipped a beat.)

One day, when he was twelve and you eleven, he had stopped you before arriving to the small lab you called home.

Neteyam hesitated, your small hand in his. “You should really come around, one day. Just... come see where we live and eat with us. Just one time.”

You had seen the hope in his eyes and you had tried not to cave in. He couldn’t get you. Nope. No.

“Nete, I... You do understand that I don’t belong there, right ?” You had laughed faintly. “Spider doesn’t get that through his thick skull, but I do. No one wants to see me there.”

He had looked at you with sadness, taking your other hand in his free hand. “Other sky people come around all the time. And you do belong.”

You had bitten your lips, looking anywhere and everywhere but his emerald eyes. “Just one time, sky girl. Please.”

“Okay, okay ! Ugh, you’re so annoying, Neteyam.”

He had simply laughed before ruffling your hair, which almost made you fall down. (“Control your own strength, skxawng !”)

That was when you learned you could never say no to him. Anything he asked you would cave for.

(You had come around the next day, grumbling under your breath, as Neteyam pulled on your left hand and Kiri on your other one. Lo’ak was pushing at your back. Spider looked at you and laughed his ass off. You threatened to cut his hair in his sleep.

Jake had actually been happy to see you. Neytiri less, which you weren’t surprised about. You had tried to be as respectful as you could be, making yourself small, even though the others were making it hard for you to be.

Neteyam had sat down beside you, his shoulder and thigh brushing yours, clad in a simple tank top and shorts. You had been glad for the comfort.

When you had left that night, you had been surprised about Neytiri not being hostile to you. Not as Spider had told you.

That had made you come back a few times a week after that, for years. Even though Neytiri did not love you, but she accepted you at least. Even though some Omaticayas would look at you and whisper that you didn’t belong.)

You didn’t understand how you hadn’t realized your feelings for Neteyam back then.

He was your best friend, until he wasn’t just that. Until you looked at him and wanted more.

You didn’t remember exactly how the realization happened. You knew one day you thought he was just your closest friend and confidant, and the next day you wanted to hold his hand and kiss him on his stupid blue lips and fall asleep every night close to him.

Which led you to this exact moment. Sneaking out to go back home, because you couldn’t help but stick close to him. As much as you told yourself every minute of every day that you two could never be. Could never happen. Would never happen.

Sometimes, you even fooled yourself into seeing more in his looks and his touches. Seeing that maybe he saw you the way you saw him. But it could never happen.

As you walked back to the lab, you told yourself that he deserved more. Neteyam was...

You couldn’t even describe it. He was Neteyam. Good and protective and strong and kind and smart and beautiful. Caring. Loving.

He deserved everything. The mate. The family. The future.

You could never give that to him.

So as you said good night to the other humans, giving a small wave back to Norm, as took off the mask, as you laid in bed, you thought and thought and thought and hurt.

You fell asleep hours later, missing his warmth and hating yourself for missing it.

You dreamed of being Na’vi again. You dreamed of him. And it tore you apart.

You kept playing the good best friend, still never crossing lines until he looked at you with those eyes and that smile and you couldn’t help but gravitate to him.

He got even taller, broader, bigger. His voice got deeper. His skills got better.

He was one of the best hunters already at eighteen. He was to be a great future Olo’eyktan, after his father.

You couldn’t understand why he kept seeking you out. You understood when you were younger, but now?

You were simply human. You had barely grown. You had learned basic survival skills from Jake, who had insisted you learn them (“Just in case.” He had told you, a hand on your head.). You were glad he had taken the time.

Neytiri had, somehow, warmed up to you. As much as she could for sky people.

She had taught you how to use a bow, how to make arrows, how to defend yourself with them. You had taken every opportunity, working hard to learn. You wouldn’t speak a lot with each other and you never pushed it.

Mo’at had even given you great opportunities to learn from her, teaching you which plants healed what, talking to you as if you were a part of them.

(When you had asked her why, she had simply looked at you. “The great mother has shown me that you have great strength and a great heart. That does not come around very often in your people.”

You had almost cried in front of her in that very moment, sniffling and keeping them in as best as you could.)

Even through it all, a part of you always screamed that you didn’t deserve any of it. That you didn’t belong and would never. You had learned to not listen, every new acceptance and moment adding to your disillusions, every smile and look from Neteyam making yourself get closer.

The biggest reminder was when the sky people came back.

That had been your wake up call.

When it happened, you had been with all of the Sully siblings. Tuk was in your lap, even though she was already way taller than you, but hadn’t lost the habit from when she was small.

You were helping her make bracelets (“One for all of us ! And one for Mom and one for Dad !” She had exclaimed, excited to be with you for the night while their parents were out on date night.). Kiri and Neteyam too. Lo’ak was still on the same one, grumbling that they were braiding bracelets instead of going out. Spider too.

Neteyam had sat them down quickly when they had tried to get out.

“You guys’ asses are staying right there. No bullshit.”

You had laughed with Kiri, hiding behind Tuk.

All was calm and good until there were loud noises, until you all went out to see what was happening and you saw the forest on fire.

Until everybody screamed out that sky people were back.

You felt yourself faltering, your hand letting go of Tuk’s and dropping to your side.

They were back. Back. Back. Back. Back.

No. No. No.

You felt a hand on your back and startled as a voice talked to you, “You okay, sky girl ?”

The nickname that you loved from his lips now wanted to make you scream, cry, throw up. They were back. And you were one of them.

You had never belonged here and they had just reminded you of this very fact.

You looked up at him, smiled sadly and hid your face in his side to let yourself cry. You would let yourself give in this one moment of weakness.

And then, you were tearing out the plug.

You left right when Jake and Neytiri came back and the Sullys were too busy being together. You left without a word for any of them, without a word for Neteyam who didn’t realize you had left until it was too late.

You locked yourself in your little room. You barely went out for weeks. You couldn’t bring yourself to go back.

“If they ever come around, just tell them I’m not here.” You told Norm, before locking yourself in your room again.

They tried to come again and again. Neteyam knocked on your door, day after day, with the others or alone.

“Sky girl, come out. We all miss you.”

“Please, sky girl. Just... talk to me. I’m on my own. You know you can trust me.”

“You always listen to me, come out and let me listen to you.”

“Let me hear your voice. Tell me you’re okay.”

“Sky girl, I’m never going to stop coming, you know that right ? No matter how much you try to push us away, to push me away, I’ll never stop coming.”

You knew he wouldn’t stop. He was loyal to a fault. Protective. He wouldn’t abandon you.

That hurt more than anything else. If he stopped, at least, you could comfort yourself in the fact that he didn’t need you anymore. He made it hard.

He made you want to open that door. You missed him. Missed Lo’ak. Missed Kiri. Missed Tuk. Missed the forest and the sounds and the feeling of it all around you.

But you couldn’t. Not when you remembered that sky people were out there, hurting them again.

At some point, the scientists and avatars moved to the Omaticayas and the mountains, to help them, to be as close as they could.

You didn’t. You stayed right in your little room and in this lab. Some humans came around to see you as often as they could. Max and Norm stayed sleeping there almost every night, to not leave you alone.

Spider too slept there a lot.

You never opened the door for any Na’vi. Not even the ones you loved.

You were trying to distract yourself with some reading when loud bangs erupted on your door.

“It’s Kiri ! You need to come out, right now. Neteyam’s hurt !”

Fear spread through your whole body. Not him. You unlocked the door and opened it wide.

“What happened, Kiri ?” You asked, your hand shaking on the handle of the door.

“He... They were out on a mission, to get supplies from sky people. They were supposed to just be spotters but Lo’ak got into it, so Neteyam did too, and then there were explosions.”

You could barely hear more, your ears were ringing. She told you that it wasn’t too bad, that he would be okay, but you couldn’t feel your fingers anymore. What if he was badly hurt after all ? What if, what if, what if ?

You ran through the forest, Kiri helping you up the mountains. You barely focused on the mountains, barely focused on Omaticayas welcoming you back or looking at you surprised, barely focused on the other avatars calling out your name. You needed to get to Nete.

Kiri pulled you to their tent. Neteyam was sitting down, his back to you, while Mo’at tended to him and Kiri got right back in it as she arrived.

You saw the scars on his back. They had been bleeding but they weren’t deep. You dropped your hands to your knees and took your first real breath in what felt like hours.

“Well shit, look who’s back !” Lo’ak screamed out followed by Jake’s “Language !”.

Tuk jumped at you, crying out. “Don’t ever leave again ! We missed you !”

You rubbed her back, “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you, yawntutsyìp...”

Lo’ak hugged you fiercely, almost breaking your back while whispering that it was good to have you back.

Jake and Neytiri smiled at you.

Neteyam hadn’t said a word. He wasn’t even looking at you.

He waited until Mo’at had finished (“Welcome back, girl.” with a touch of her hand on your shoulder) and he was deemed okay to get up. He took your hand and pulled you away from everybody.

He stopped but still didn’t look at you, letting your hand go in the process.

“Nete... I know you’re mad at-”

He interrupted you, “Mad ? Mad ? You don’t know the half of it ! I tried being patient, I stayed there behind that locked door for hours and hours, worried to death. And now you do come out ?”

You could feel yourself getting angry too, your throat getting all clogged up. “I didn’t ask you to stay behind that door ! So what ? I shouldn’t have come out ?”

“That is not what I mean, you skxawng ! Fuck ! I was worried to death that you weren’t okay. You wouldn’t let me in. You wouldn’t let me be there for you. I hated it. Hated the fact that you were all alone in there. Hated myself for not being enough for you. I’m never good enough, even at this.” He said, gesturing with his hand to you and him.

You startled at his words, “Not good enough ? Nete, you’ve always been too good. You’re the best of us all. Look, you even got hurt again for one of us. Me shutting down ? It wasn’t you. It could never be your fault.”

“Then what is it ?”

Looking up into his eyes, the tears started falling before you even said a word. “They hurt you all again. The forest, the planet, the people... They did. And I’m one of them. As much as we try to act like I’m not, as much as we try to act like I’m part of you guys, I’m still one of them. I’m part of the people that keep hurting and taking from you all. I can’t fucking handle it anymore.”

You wiped your tears away, your eyes turned to the sky and not at him.

“I hate myself, you know. Hate what I look like, hate what I am. Hate that I can’t escape it, no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I want to be a part of this, I will never be. People will only see that I’m...sky people.”

He took your face in his large hands, ripping your gaze away from the sky back to his eyes. He bent down, talking softly.

“Not to us. Not to me. Never to me. You look like them, sure. You’re small, fragile, and all the colors are wrong.” You scoffed and he softly tapped your forehead to make you stop. “But, inside ? You’ve never been one of them. You’ve always been one of us. And I know you’ve tried not to be, ever since we were kids. You’ve always tried to distance yourself from us. But, you can’t.”

He dropped his forehead to your masked-clad one and you traced the glowing freckles all over his face with your eyes, wishing it was with your fingers instead.

“You can’t go back. You can’t distance yourself. You’re Omaticaya. You’re with us, sky girl. You’re with me. I won’t let you go.”

You felt his thumbs gently rub your temples, behind the mask, wrapping his other fingers around your hair.

You came back with him to the tent. You stayed after that. You couldn’t go again. Not when he held your heart in his hands.

It all went back to shit when the Sullys came back without Spider. Quaritch was back. He had taken Spider with him. You could only comfort yourself in the fact that he would surely not hurt Spider. That was his son.

He might not have cared when he was human, but he wouldn’t hurt him. (Right ?)

And the Sullys were leaving. Leaving the Omaticaya clan and fleeing far away.

“I don’t want to go.” Neteyam whispered in your shoulder, both of you hiding deep in the forest.

“I don’t want you to go either, Nete but...you guys will come back.” You whispered, folded against him.

He shot up in a heartbeat at your words, “What do you mean, ‘you guys’ ?”

“Well, I mean you Sullys ?” You questioned, not understanding what he was asking.

Neteyam narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re coming, sky girl. So it’s a ‘we’.”

You scoffed bitterly at that remark. What was he asking from you ? To go to a completely different Na’vi clan with them ? A clan that would never accept you ?

“You know I can’t come with you, Neteyam.”

You got up and put some distance between you and him.

“The Omaticayas only accept me because of your father and because of the others. They wouldn’t, otherwise. You think a whole another clan far from here, with no sky people in sight will accept me ?”

He also got up and tried to close the distance you had created between you two.

“So what ?” He asked, truly angry this time around. “You just stay here while we go ? We have to leave you here ?”

“Yes ! That is the plan, Neteyam ! I can’t follow you there. Be realistic about it for one minute. Think about it. They will only reject me, and I get it.”

“You can’t ask this of me. They can’t ask this of me.” He shouted, pointing in the direction of his family. “I’m not leaving you behind.”

This was your very last night together for a long time and, instead, he had decided to be angry. Angry about something neither of you could control. You went to rub your eyebrows and forehead to try to calm the headache that was coming, before remembering the mask.

“I don’t understand why you’re being so stubborn about this, Nete. Think about your family. I’ll be fine here.”

Neteyam turned to you and got right into your face as you said that.

“Why I’m being stubborn ? This, us, this is the one thing that is only mine. I don’t need to meet expectations, I don’t need to be the perfect son or the best. I can just be me. How can you ask of me to leave you here ?” He whispered, his hands gripping your forearms.

“And how can you ask of me to follow you there ?” You whispered back, lightly pushing his hands away which made him let go. “Nete... What did you think was going to happen ? That I was going to come with you guys ? That they were going to accept me and we could live happily ever after ? This isn’t one of the stories your father used to tell us.”

You stepped away, willing yourself to look up right into his eyes.

“We’ll never get an happy ending, Neteyam. Not us. I’m not Na’vi. I can’t be accepted. I can’t give you anything.”

“And I don’t need you to give me anything, sky girl. I just... I just need you.”

A sigh came out of your mouth. “What I mean is I can’t give you a future. Not one you want, not one you deserve. What we feel isn’t enough.”

His shoulders had drooped, his face was obscured by his braids. You had never seen him so defeated and you hated that you were the one to put this look on him.

“It is, for me. I see you. Oel ngati kameie.”

He softly said it. A part of you had always known that he saw you the way you did him, but hearing it... Your heart wanted to be out of your chest.

But it also broke. Because you couldn’t say it back. As much as you wanted to.

“Nete... Please...”

Your voice broke, the sobs threatening to come out.

“It won’t be enough... If I say it back, one day, you’d resent me for it.” You cried, willing for him to understand. “One day, you would look back at me and wonder why you ever tried with me. I can’t...share the mating bond with you. I can’t give you a family. I can’t give you what I know you want, growing up in the family that you had. And I can’t do this to you. I’m sorry, Neteyam.”

He had no reaction. He stayed there for what seemed like forever. He then simply turned away from you and left.

You collapsed on the floor and cried silently for a while. When it finally caught up, you openly sobbed and sobbed until your voice was hoarse. You had ruined the one good thing that you had, you had broken your heart completely and his too.

It would never be the same. You would never get back the moments you shared with him. Holding his hand, falling asleep on his shoulder, flying his ikran with him, sharing a hunt, talking and talking for hours. Having no secrets. Knowing him inside and out and him knowing you inside and out.

It was over.

You said goodbye a few hours later to the Sullys, your eyes puffy and red and crying again as you had to let go of the people you loved most.

Kiri and Tuk didn’t want to let you go. You didn’t want to let them go.

Lo’ak comforted you, hugging you in the way he always did. (“Don’t be an idiot out there, dumb ass.” “Yeah, yeah, sky girl.”)

Jake put a comforting hand on your head, told you to be careful. Neytiri squeezed your shoulder with a smile (which you would have celebrated in the past but had no strength for now).

Neteyam never looked at you. He was already on his ikran, ready to leave. You only ever saw his back as they flew away.

It was over.

[wheneclipsefalls]

Grovel: Part 1

Pairing: Aged Up Lo'ak x Fem Omatikaya Reader

Summary: Lo'ak broke your heart all those years ago. If he plans to woo you once more it is going to take a lot more than a debonair grin.

Warnings: angst, aged up Lo'ak, future NSFW, broken hearts, cheating, swearing, etc.

A/N: I wrote the majority of this in a couple hours so.....it's rough.

You prayed to Eywa it would fit. Getting Lo’ak’s measurements without him becoming suspicious had been a job in and of itself, but now it was sure to pay off. With your relationship being kept on the down low there were truly only a few ways you could publicly show your affection for the youngest Sully brother. Creating this arm band for him had been a delight and had set butterflies off in your stomach. 

There was something about the notion of forbidden love that had your heart racing at every moment the two of you stole together. It was new and exciting but even more than that it was a risk that made you feel alive. 

It was hard to believe that the two of you had gone from lifelong frenemies to lovers in only a few months. Of course the greatest level of intimacy you had shared were a few tender kisses and snuggling embraces. Lo’ak had  been your first kiss, sweeping you off your feet until every other ignorant young male had paled in comparison. 

Since then there had been no hope for your young heart to resist. It was everything and more that you had dreamed of since you were a child hearing of your parent’s own love story. Love had been found in the most unexpected of people but it was true. You could no longer deny how hard and fast you had fallen for the male. And tonight you were finally going to tell him. 

With a courting gift worthy for the mightiest of warriors your love would be proclaimed and hopefully his own would be there to reciprocate. 

A jittering tingle raced down your arms and legs, pushing you to run faster through the forest. It was a miracle you didn’t throw up from the motion after the way your own nerves had tied your stomach into knots. However, running gave your pent up energy somewhere to go and now more than ever you needed a release. Lo’ak didn’t know the two of you were meeting today.

That’s what made it all the better.

A perfect surprise the trickster himself would never see coming. 

He would be under the Tree of Souls as he always was in the afternoons, the place where he claimed to have his best thoughts. Someday he would surely tell you what those thoughts were but today you prayed his mind would be full of you. Just the way the bastard always managed to cram himself into every nook and cranny of your mind. It seemed only fair that he suffered the same. 

Light still prevailed but new colors painted the sky as Eclipse came inched closer.The tendrils of Vitraya Ramunong were already beginning to shimmer from where they hung. 

Your cheeks hurt from smiling when you spotted his slim form, even as your own knees trembled with anticipation. 

Just play it cool, you reminded yourself. There was no reason to worry so long as you managed to get out three little words. The intricate beads of the arm band started to create imprints in your palm from how tight you held it. 

One last steadying breath before you scaled down the tree trunk. A giggle almost escaped your throat when you had the brilliant idea to sneak up on him. Last week he had given you quite the scare while you were weaving a basket. Now would be the perfect time for payback.

“It’s so beautiful!”

Your feet scraped against the bark into a halt. 

“I told you this is the best time to come here.” Lo’ak responded and he wasn’t alone. From this new vantage point you could now see a smaller female figure behind him, her eyes casted upwards at the enchanting view of the Tree of Soul’s increasing glow. 

“Yes but I thought that was only your way of getting me alone.” Those long lashes fluttered back at him, a playful smile sweeping over her lips. Lo’ak shrugged, an ever familiar smirk lacing his own. 

“So what if it was? I didn’t see you putting up much of a fight.” 

“The best predators know the importance of giving their prey a false sense of security.” Her eyes danced with a maturity so beyond her years it was almost vulgar. Lo’ak’s tail whipped back and forth, eating up every taunting seduction from the palm of her hand. 

“Well I only let the prettiest girls catch me in their webs.” 

The distance was closed between them with only a few steps before she was reaching up on her toes and dragging him into a sinful kiss. One oh so different from the type you two had shared. A sensual kiss that you had only heard of but never experienced. And that was one thing you could tell from this other female, she wielded so much more power and experience than you ever could. 

Still that wasn’t what mattered because when they finally pulled apart for gasps of air it was sweet promises of affection and future mating that poured from Lo’ak’s lips. 

The same vows that had been clutching your heart over the past few months.

The same lullabies that filled your dreams with fantasies of your lives together. 

Today, they sang for her instead. 

You were foolish to think they ever belonged to you, nothing more than a beautiful mirage your first love had woven to snatch you up. 

A small sob alerted them to your presence. Eyes wide you only stared back at him for a moment before bolting to the trees.

The crafted armband abandoned on the ground. 

Lo’ak had always been a pain in the ass. There was no better way to describe him. Not when he was your childhood nuisance turned to first love to then first heartbreak. The day his family left for Awa'atlu you tried to stay strong. At that point things had already been ruined between you. His player nature had been exposed and the male had only a week of trying to explain himself before the incident happened and the Sully family left the Omatikaya for good. 

Or at least, what you thought was for good. 

Their return had been something that many had hoped for but one that you had never allowed yourself to believe. Even when you were still in the mourning stages of your relationship and their disappearance you had fortified one single idea in your mind. Lo’ak leaving was for the best. It would allow you to move on.

And so you had. Taking much longer than you would have liked but slowly your hammock dried of tears and you began to focus on other things outside of the youngest Sully boy. Your foolish young heart had grown strong in wisdom and might. Your skills as a healer had become more polished with every day you spent under Mo’at’s instruction. Adulthood came and fell upon you in a way that suited your new talents and attitude. Not a day passed where you weren’t seeking to support the clan and People in one way or another. 

Tarsem was a wonderful Olo’eyktan. He led the People with the necessary vision and courage it took to keep the Sky People out of your lands. Some days came with great losses, exposing you to more curious injuries by their machines than you could have imagined in the healer’s tent. However, those days you took with pride too. The Omatikaya never lost heart. They never gave up on protecting their home. 

You weren’t the only ones either. Stories of battling demon ships traveled overseas, ingraining the memory of mighty Metkayina defending their lands and conquering against all odds. Each time those stories found their way to the fire’s circle you had tried not to envision Lo’ak’s part in all of it. Some days were easier than others. And yet some you couldn’t shake the visual of the warrior that you patched up in front of you being a certain Sully boy and not another Omatikaya warrior. It frustrated you to no end the lengths of your care for him but over time you made peace with the fact that his death was never announced.

And that was good enough.

Because that fact was the only one he had deserved for you to care about and nothing more.  

It had taken years, the battle shaping so much of your shift from adolescence into adulthood. When all was said and done, however, the Sky People burned the forest with their demon ships one last time and then they too became nothing more than a star in the night sky. A celebration unlike any other had immediately gone underway. Your older sister, Talu, could hardly breathe with how many beaded and feathered tops she had been commissioned to construct for various men and women in the clan. 

Your own work had graciously slowed down and for the first time since perhaps the day those demons invaded Pandora, you relaxed. 

Peace was not yours to be had, however. 

You had been halfway through washing in the hot springs when the news had come. The Sully family was set to return by the night of the celebration. And not to visit but to reclaim the throne and be herded back as one of the Omatikaya once more and forever. The shrieking females that had run to tell their other friends didn’t seem to notice when you accidentally swallowed and choked on a mouthful of spring water. 

They were too busy hypothesizing what the Sully brothers would look like now. Some even made bets on whether or not they would be returning home unmated. The conversation had been the opposite of peace, prompting you to sneak away and have your panic attack in the privacy of your own home. 

“Will you stop squirming for one minute?” Talu reprimanded but an amused giggle laced her voice. 

“Ma Talu, please tell me you are almost done.” Another pearl was carefully strung through your long wavy hair. 

“Art takes time.” She smiled softly. “And that’s what you are. A magnificent piece of art.” 

Talu had not necessarily been wrong in her statement. After the countless hours she had put into constructing your curved top out of rare gems and strung your hair with bioluminescent pearls, you had transformed into something of ethereal beauty. And yet, the last thing you wanted was to stand out. What had started as a celebration to be anticipated had for you turned into a nightmare just waiting to happen. 

Eywa had given you three days to prepare for tonight. Three whole days where you had solidified your resolve and reminded yourself that Lo’ak Sully was no longer anyone but another clan member to you. You were going to be cordial and respectful like you would another clan brother but no flicker of even remembering your past with him. Not a single mention of how he had shattered your young heart into a million pieces and left you there to weave it back together for years. 

The old you was dead and with that so was your relation to him. 

It still didn’t ease your dread however. As Na’vi of all ages gathered around hometree and looked to the skies, you had scrambled to look for an excuse to be elsewhere. The air buzzed with excitement and every yip and call in anticipation felt like the chiming of a clock to you. One second closer to facing a part of your past you had buried too deep. 

Talu had been immersed in the excitement with everyone else. You had never told her of Lo’ak’s betrayal. Even on the night you found him kissing another girl under Vitraya Ramunong you had fled to cry alone in the woods. Truth be told you had never even told her of the relationship in the first place. It had been something of a secret between the two of you and one that Lo’ak had insisted upon. Of course the truth of why that was important to him had eventually come to light. 

Talu yelled and jumped with the others as the far ikrans dotted the horizon. Perhaps she would ask where you had wandered off to later but you had time to think of an excuse. No one had even noticed your absence as you seeked refuge in the depths of Eywa’s forest. The clan had burst into such a ruckus that it took a good distance to turn that shrieking into a distant rumble. 

You had escaped in just the knick of time. 

The small glowing river fish had swirled around the branch you glided through the water for what felt like hours. It was calming, spending time with creatures that knew nothing of your demise. Still, you couldn’t hide forever. Talu was sure to be looking for you and it was customary to take part in clan events, especially ones as momentous as this. 

So many years had already passed and your growth had been profound. Lo’ak had no right to make you scatter and hide like a timid prey. Besides, he most likely would not remember you in the first place. So with that perspective he did not deserve to be remembered either. 

Na’vi of all ages bounded and danced with such fervent zeal it could only be described as instinctual. Joy radiated from every pore and each movement was honored as another prayer of gratitude to the Great Mother. Naer [Alcohol] of the finest quality was freely passed and taken until laughter bounced from the trees. Of course the most elaborate and breathtaking attire was worn by clan members, especially those who remained unmated. 

Surely post war would be a time for many such pairings to come about and furthermore the ideal moment to start a family. 

You shook your head at the thought. It was a charming idea and you had been with more than your fair share of men intimately since reaching maturity but now was not the right time for you. Even then, the right male had not deigned to present himself yet. 

Color drained from your cheeks when you finally spotted Talu. Her eyes sparkled with happiness in the moonlight and cheeks ached from smiling so much but she was not alone. A tall figure faced her, leaned against a tree trunk with crossed ankles. Immediately you recognized the specific pattern of jagged stripes that covered his skin. 

However, that was perhaps the only thing you recognized from Lo’ak. He had grown. Grown oh so much and you knew he would have, but not like this. Somehow a part of you had still expected the same beanpole of a fourteen year old to show up. Now…Lo’ak had grown in stature in a way that only a Metkayina could. His build was accentuated with thick biceps and broad shoulders that only further brought out the contrast of his tapered waist. 

It was as if your eyes were playing tricks on you, searching to find where that lanky boy had gone to leave behind this sculpted male. 

His skin was different too. Those stripes you had come to adore during adolescence had now been joined by dark ink. Curious designs lined his side before traveling into swirling patterns that danced over his hips and even outer thighs. Squinting in the fire’s light you could just make out how that ink traveled straight to the band of his loincloth before slipping under. 

No.

Nope. 

That was dangerous territory and simply none of your business. 

Trying to distract your over curious brain you find yourself observing his hair instead. Those two signature braids still hung over his forehead but they were adorned with various objects and shells that you did not recognize. Even more surprising, his decorated braids were tied together as a top knot. It brought out the shape of his jawline and cheekbones, chiseled until they could cut like a knife. 

Life was unfair. If you didn’t know it before you surely knew it now because how else could this traitor grow to be so impeccably handsome? Such an enchanting mix of two cultures swirled into one male at his prime. 

Your teeth grinding was cut short by a firm hand around your bicep.

“Come, child.” Mo’at sternly directed. She didn’t offer an explanation as you were led to the front of the celebration but you knew better than to ask for one. 

Mo’at lined up every healer in front of the ravenous crowd. All it took was one hand in the air to silence the commotion. All eyes turned to their Tsahik. 

“My People,” She called in a boisterous voice. “We gather together tonight in thanks of our Great Mother. By her will, we have prevailed as a People with strong hearts. By her mercy, the balance of life has been restored.” The crowd broke out into a chorus of calls and yips that rumbled the forest. 

“In gratitude we must not grow weary. Our hearts forever imprinted with the memory of what has been sacrificed. To this I call upon you to look at your brothers and sisters and rejoice! See all that they have given.” The yelling increased tenfold and you swallowed that lump in your throat. You are not about to cry in front of the entire clan. 

“I thank those especially who stand before us.” The focus shifted to fall upon you and the other handful of healers to your left and right. Even with the attention born between the group of you, it still weighed heavy. “Those who have stitched our wounds and lightened our sorrows. As Eywa herself has taught us, there is nothing that can not be mended by gentle hands.” 

Mo’at stood now between you and another healer, one hand placed on her shoulder and the other on yours. As the cheers bellowed into the sky, you caught a glimpse of Talu pointing you out as Lo’ak leaned forward. She said something you could neither understand nor wanted to know. Gaze forced away by pure will, you barely escaped seeing when Lo’ak’s gaze finally pinned you down. 

It didn’t matter, though.

Not when those golden orbs burned like liquid fire through your veins.

There were so many people you could occupy your time with. At this point you were willing to talk to Neteyam if it meant avoiding his younger brother. Pushing through the crowd was more difficult than you anticipated but you prayed that it would be enough to keep Talu and her new friend at bay too. 

“Ma Neteyam,” You hastily greeted, signing ‘I see you’ as he turned to face you. It was a miracle you had even been able to recognize the eldest Sully in the first place with his new tattoos and metkayina clothing. 

“Ma Y/N.” Although surprised, he returned the gesture with a polite smile. “You look well, sister.” 

His voice was so much lower than you remembered. 

“As do you.” An awkward silence threatened to settle between you and if you wanted to ward off potential advances you needed this to appear as enthralling as possible. “That is a charming necklace. What is it made of?” Your dainty fingers shakily came to thumb over the obscure object. To Neteyam’s credit, he only barely flinched at your unexpected touch. 

“A special sea glass from Awa’atlu. Some beaches are littered with them.” 

“Wow, that is fascinating.” It wasn’t. Any other day it might have been but you couldn’t focus enough to appreciate it fully. 

“That little piece is truly nothing once you’ve seen the whole beach.” This voice rumbled at your back, just close enough to feel his body heat prickle your skin. Your composure was not easily won over but it was forced into place just as you were forced to finally face him.

“Sister, we have been looking all over for you. Such a busy body.” Talu nervously laughed but one look told you that she knew about your earlier ditching of festivities. 

“Y/N.” Lo’ak gave you the same gesture of respect, voice gravely and low in a way that had chills racing up your spine. His eyes made contact with your own  for only a second as you returned the polite formalities, eyes shifting to his right shoulder as to feign looking at him properly. 

“Lo’ak.” It came out snippier than you intended, evident in the way his eyebrows turned down at the edges. 

“I apologize for my absence. I was…caught up.” Lo’ak’s tail flickered at the last part but a charming grin still stretched across his lips. Stepping out of his line of fire you divulged a distraction by initiating Talu and Neteyam’s greetings. This way you were able to take some much needed steps away from Lo’ak and focus primarily on the other members present. 

Neteyam and Talu filled the conversation easily, only requiring a few additions from you upon occasion. Even when it waned into subjects you were far from interested in, your body remained braced and alert as if you were swallowing every word said. The perfect defense against meeting Lo’ak’s gaze again. Even a protection against drooling over his muscular physique that had surely been carved by Eywa. 

“Well I shouldn’t leave my sister.” That snapped you out of your daze immediately. 

“She can dance with Lo’ak.” Neteyam smiled, as if he hadn’t just granted your worst nightmare come true. And to him he hadn’t because when you stuttered to find a response that reaction was only seen as adorable nerves. One that Lo’ak quickly stepped in to charm away. 

“Do not worry, tanhi. I’ve learned to not trip over my feet now.” And he grinned. That bastard had the audacity to jest and tease like the two of you had been old friends. Talu sent you a pleading look, one that said you would never hear the end of this if you didn’t play a good wingwoman right now. There was little that could be done about it now as he led you into the crowd. 

Lo’ak was true to his word. He had become quite the dancer, enough so that your own actions could easily follow his lead. When your hands occasionally brushed you tried to sweep them away as soon as possible. 

“You’ve grown.” 

“What?” You shouted back over the banging drums and he laughed in response.

“I said you have grown up, tanhi. Can’t believe it.” His fangs peeked out as he grinned, so carefree and genuine it sent your mind racing. Who the hell did he think he was?

“Well that happens.” You answered shortly, strategically choosing now to swerve into a spin. Anything to avoid his gleeful expression. 

“I mean yes of course but I just didn’t think it was possible for you to become even more beautiful.” 

The spin grinded to a halt. Lo’ak stopped dancing too but where his expression flitted with flirtatious amusement your own was nothing but pure ice. It cut through him until that smirk was wavering. 

“Are you fucking serious?!” The heaving drumming was a welcomed source of privacy, distracting the others from your rage. Everyone besides Lo’ak, whose brows knitted before letting out a short laugh. 

“Um yes? I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” 

“Oh I wouldn’t put it past you.” Bitter and harsh like the look in your eyes, Lo’ak was taken aback. 

You didn’t give him time to recover, however as you slipped past the other dancing Na’vi. Lo’ak caught up easily, long legs keeping him right on your heels. 

“Woah woah hey, y/n. Where are you going?” 

“Away from you. I don’t have time for this.” 

He caught your arm when the two of you had just reached the outskirts of the celebration. Hois hand was slapped away but that didn't stop him from blocking your escape. 

“Time for what? I’ve just missed you is all.” 

“Missed me?” His words were so infuriating that you found your own sputtering to form sentences. Was it possible he suffered a brain condition? Memory loss? How else could he stand before you now and pretend that the last note the two of you had left off on had not been him shattering your heart. “You….” Another steadying deep breath in. “You think that after what you put me through that you could come back in and sweep me up for a hook up?”

Lo’ak shuffled backwards slightly, away from your accusing finger. 

“Tha-”

“Or maybe you have already forgotten what happened. I’m sure it would be easier to ignore how you acted like the clan’s whore while spewing promises to me.” 

His jaw dropped, all evidence of that confidence swept away.

“Well in case you’ve forgotten, you’ve already screwed over this girl so cross me off your list.” 

It seemed that his brain was lagging because this time when you shuffled around him you weren’t immediately cut off. Still, it appeared he had maintained his forest legs because he didn’t struggle to make up for lost ground. 

“Y/n, I didn’t….” He sighed through his nose. “It’s just that….that was so long ago. I didn’t even know how much of that you remembered.” 

“Excuse me?” You wheeled back on him, taking secret pleasure in the way Lo’ak did in fact trip over his feet this time. He recovered quickly but there was a frazzled energy to his movements. 

“No, no! Shit I…. that came out wrong.”

You save him the trouble of trying to string together an explanation. It was worth neither of your times not to mention how silly you felt for bringing it up in the first place. What did it matter after all these years? Nothing. That is what you had always told yourself and his appearance was not going to change that. 

“Lo’ak, mawey. You’re right it was a long time ago so let’s just put it behind us and make one thing clear.” His ears perked, eyes rounded as it appeared the very breath in his lungs became stagnant. “We are not friends. I’m happy for you and your family but only in the way everyone else is happy for your return. You stay in your lane and I will stay in mine. That way, everyone is happy.” 

“Not everyone.” He murmured, ears pressed flat against his braids. 

There was a flicker of hope present in his eyes, as if waiting for you to spontaneously forget the past and welcome him with open arms. You hoped your speedy exit was enough to blow that flame out.

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A/N: So this idea came from me wanting to venture out and do something special for pride month. Leave it to me to get it out right at the end of the month lol. As a bisexual hopeless romantic, the premise just kind of hit me and I just rolled with it. It's my first ever femxfem piece, but I hope it turned out good. I may possibly do a second part to this if I feel like it later down the road if people want that. Anyways, I hope you guys like this one! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Tsireya x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Lo'ak

Warnings: Unrequited Love?, Secret Crush, Jealousy, Angst, Throuple Dynamic, Smut, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Dry Humping?, Praise Kink if you squint, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You're forced to confront your secret crush on your best friend when her attention starts to drift elsewhere.

There was no one you loved more than Tsireya. She had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. She has been your constant. She is always here with you. There was not a time before her and there will never be a time after her. She was your person. Your Reya. You were convinced that there was not a force strong enough on this planet to come between the two of you.

Even as the two of you grew and matured and males started looking at the two of you as potential mates, anyone who approached you had to know that this was a package deal. Tsireya would always be number one in your heart and vice versa. There was no one else worthy of her love.

Boys came and went, but you were here with her forever. When the next stupid boy would come along and inevitably break her heart, you would be here with open arms waiting for her to melt in your warm embrace. “Forget about that asshole, Reya. You still got me and I’m not going anywhere.”

At least, that was how it was supposed to work.

The arrival of the Sully family completely threw everything off. Specifically, Lo’ak. You saw the way he looked at Tsireya when they first landed. Of course, he’d be enthralled by her beauty. Who wouldn’t be? But what you weren’t ready for was the way she looked back at him. There was no way she was serious. But she was. No matter. This one will end soon enough just like all the others and it would be just you and her together against the world again. The way it was supposed to be.

You had convinced yourself that even though Lo’ak was clearly taken with Tsireya, she was only being friendly towards him. It was strictly platonic. It only makes sense. She has the responsibility of helping train him and his siblings and it just makes sense to be hospitable. That’s all it was.

But slowly, over the passing months, it became harder and harder to convince yourself. Tsireya started finding less and less time for you and more and more time for Lo’ak. Early morning walks were spent hand-in-hand with him. She would sit with him at meals listening intently to whatever nonsense he was spewing. And training, that was the worst. They were always so touchy with each other. The way his hand would rest a little too close to her inner thigh when he rode on the back of her ilu and the way her face would flush at the contact. It made your stomach churn.

“Easy. What did the spear do to you?” Ao’nung joked next to you while you aggressively sharpened your weapon. True enough, it threatened to snap in your grasp at any moment. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and tossed it to the ground. He huffs out a sigh, “You know, you make yourself so obvious.”

Your head whips around to him, “How do you mean?”

“I mean that it is clear to anyone with half a brain that you are completely in love with Tsireya and you’re jealous that she’s taken a liking to the forest freak.”

Heat spreads through your cheeks at his astute observation. “You’re being ridiculous. I just don’t think he’s good enough for her. And as her best friend, I just want the best for her.” “That’s bullshit. You don’t think anyone is good enough for her because they’re not you. You don’t just ‘want the best for her’, you think you are the best for her.”

“You know, Ao’nung, you’d do well to mind your own business.” You hurriedly stand and take off down the beach. Right now, you’re not sure which upset you more, watching Tsireya let Lo’ak be all over her, or the fact that Ao’nung had you totally figured out. He was right. You had been caught in Tsireya’s undercurrent for years and you were more than happy to drown yourself in her.

But in reality, deep down, you knew. You knew that your feelings were completely one-sided. She had never seen you the way you did her. Her love for you, while it was true and strong, it was purely platonic. That realization hurt more than an arrow straight through the chest.

There had been so many moments you had wanted to tell her how you truly felt. How much you loved her. How you actually loved her. Beg her to give you a chance to prove yourself a worthy and competent mate for her. So many times you had almost let the words slip out when she’d fall into your arms in tears. Almost. But then the fear would smell hope in the air and pounce like the predator it was. And you would cower away from your feelings like prey.

…

Today was the last straw. You’ve had just about all you can take of this. You couldn’t take it when Tsireya had eagerly showed you the arm band she had woven for Lo’ak. The intricate pattern that you just know she spent countless hours perfecting and the beads whose color would have taken hours of searching to find. She had never made anything for anyone but you. The one anklet that you still wore to this day. The one that she had made for you back when you were children and you would have her adjust for you every time you grew too big to fit it anymore. It was special because Tsireya did not make jewelry for anyone else since. And now, here her new gift stared you right in the face gloating. Rubbing sea salt into the still bleeding gash on your heart. You couldn’t take the shy smile on her face as she explained how many times she’d had to restart the project just to get it right. You had taken about as much of this as you could and, finally, you had lost it.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s great, Tsireya. I’m sure he’ll love it. He loves anything you do.” Your words are sarcastic and bitter as they hit her ears making them twitch in confusion.

“What is wrong? You never call me by my name.” it breaks your heart to see the way her face falls, but not more than seeing the trinket still clutched in her hand.

“Just forget it. Go be with your new boyfriend.”

“Why are you acting this way?” you can see the tears starting to well in her eyes. Your heart yearns to reach out and stop them in their tracks, but your ego is too bruised to let you move towards her.

“Me acting this way? What about you? Ever since Lo’ak came into the picture, you’ve completely forgotten about me. About us! He may be infatuated with you, but I actually lo—”

Your brain kicks into autopilot and stops your tongue before you can even register what you were about to say.

Her stare is gentle and once your half confession fully settles into her mind, there’s a flash of what looks like pity. And there it is. The rejection. You knew it was coming, but to see it still hurt all the same. Your eyes drop to the floor and your ears shrink down to your head trying to make yourself look as small as you felt.

“Never mind. Forget I said anything.” You quickly pass her to take off running down the shore.

“Wait!” She calls out after you, but your feet are already set in their mission to carry you away from this situation.

You fucked up. You had utterly destroyed whatever semblance of a relationship you had with Tsireya. There’s no way she doesn’t hate you now. She would go be with Lo’ak and would resign the memory of you to a dark corner of her past that she would soon forget.

You keep running. You’re not sure where to, but you keep going hoping to outrun your heartache. Eventually, your feet slow down and your lungs burn with lack of oxygen. When you finally come to a halt, you’re met with a secluded section of the beach hidden by towering boulders on the shore. You remember this place. You had come here years ago with Tsireya. The day you realized you were in love with her.

You both had come here and decided to braid each other’s hair. The act of braiding someone’s hair felt so inherently intimate. You were initially confused about the full-body chills you felt when her fingers trailed through your loose curls. Her grip was gentle, but firm and the rise and fall of your chest got deeper with each breath. She layed your head in her lap when she finished and simply let her hands stroke your head. Looking up at her in that moment, she looked ethereal. If you had ever doubted the existence of Eywa, this had definitely turned you into a believer. Only an almighty being could create someone so perfect. In that moment when your heart swelled in your chest, you knew.

But that was all over now. Sitting amongst these boulders now brought on only cold, stiff despair. You sink to your knees and you let yourself grieve. Grieve the love that never got the chance to be. Grieve the greatest friendship you had ever known. Grieve the future that would forever be out of your reach. And these rocks bore witness to it all.

“There you are!” you turn to see Tsireya running towards where you sat for what felt like months. Embarrassment and shame burn in your cheeks and you turn your head back away from her. “How did you know where I’d be?”

“I just know you too well.” A small smile plays on her lips until she sees you aren’t buying into it and her smile falls just as easily as it came.

Her hand rests on your cheek and brings your face back to her. “Look at me” her eyes are sad and her tone is cautious. “I love you. You know that.”

“Just not the way that I love you.”

Her ears flatten against her head and her thumb rubs small circles against your cheeks. You let out a deep sigh leaning your face more into her touch. There’s almost no more time to process everything you’re feeling when Tsireya leans forward and presses her lips to yours. You’re unable to do anything but sit there dumb struck when she pulls back. The kiss was quick and sweet and now it feels like all the blood has rushed to your head. You know your face must give away how you’re feeling from how she giggles at your expression.

“Why did you do that? I—I mean, I’m happy. But I’m also really fucking confused.” It feels like the words can’t tumble out of your mouth fast enough.

“You may be skilled, but subtlety has never been your strong suit. I have always known.”

Your eyes go wide in shock and embarrassment. How long has she known? Were you really that obvious? Did Ao’nung tell her? “Wait, but what about Lo’ak?”

She shrugs slightly, “Yes, I love him, but I told him that if we were going to be anything to each other, he would have to accept all of me. And that includes you. You are a part of me and I love you…in every way.”

Her hand grips yours tightly hoping that it will aid you in believing her.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I assumed that you were not ready yet since you didn’t say anything to me either.”

You can’t help but laugh slightly at yourself. You couldn’t really blame her for that.

“So Lo’ak is…okay? Like with this?” you gesture between the two of you hoping that she understands what you actually mean. And the relief you feel when she nods her head is unmatched. You all but throw yourself into her arms and hold her tight trying to cling on to this dream for dear life.

When she laughs, it shakes your body a little. “Are you going to cry?” “No! Shut up.” you lie already feeling the tears gathering on your waterline.

…

The next few weeks feel like a fever dream. Tsireya convinced you to play nice with Lo’ak. You were hesitant to say the least, but when she flashes you those big sad eyes, how are you supposed to ever say no to her? And, you’d never admit this out loud, but you’re glad that you did give him a chance. You were maybe a little over-vigilant the first few days, but he quicky showed how much he actually cares and how respectful he could be. Not only to Tsireya either. Lo’ak would always make it a point to ensure that you were included in activities and conversations. Anything he did for Tsireya, he did for you too. Even the courting gifts. It was a little awkward for you at first. Nevertheless, he would always make sure to bring two of whatever gift he had. It was more than a little sweet.

“I thought you hated my guts. Of course, I was afraid to approach you!” he said with levity dancing through his voice making all of you laugh. Tsireya’s legs were draped across his lap with his hands resting on them and rubbing small circles into her calf. Her head rested in your lap and one of your hands held her cheek which she rested comfortably into.

“Sorry, that is kind of on me. I was not your biggest fan to start with.”

“And what about now?” he cocks his eyebrow at you.

“I guess you’re okay.” You playfully roll your eyes, but Tsireya catches the look on your face.

“Liar! You are blushing!” she teases from under you.

“Reya!” you lightly pinch her cheek and she laughs that adorable little laugh of hers.

When the day comes for you to all be mated, you’re more than a little nervous.

“Um…s-so how do we…I mean like do you—or sh-should we…maybe…” your mind is racing so fast that you can’t seem to pin down a single coherent thought and it shows. “I have no idea how this is supposed to work.” You finally admit. Tsireya squeezes your hand reassuringly and offers you a small smile calming you instantly.

“Listen, you two go have your fun. I’ll join you soon enough.”  Lo’ak suggests and your jaw drops a little while Tsireya’s tail is thrashing happily behind her.

“Are you sure? I mean like I’d love to, but are you sure you’re okay with that?” you almost can’t believe it.

He smirks and shrugs his shoulders a bit, “You guys have been together way before I came along. It just makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Tsireya lifts up on her toes and kisses his cheek. In a show of appreciation, you do the same before whispering a small ‘thank you’.

“Just make sure you both save some energy for me too!” he teases as you walk into the marui and pull the covering over the entrance.

Tsireya is already taking a seat on the mat and you join her and you just take in her beauty.

“I’m a little nervous. I don’t really know what to do.” She admits with her cheeks turning violet. You’re sure your face probably mimics hers, but you decide to take the initiative.

You reach out to cup her face and pull her lips to yours in a tender kiss. She relaxes at your touch and your hands slide down to rest on her waist and pull her closer. Her hands wrap around the back of your neck and her fingers busy themselves tracing up and down your spine. Cautiously, you swipe your tongue along her bottom lip in hopes that she’ll let you in and she does. Her mouth tastes sweet on your tongue. It makes your whole body feel like it’s buzzing. She sighs into the kiss and it makes you feel bold enough to pull her into your lap and she crosses her legs around you. She’s so close, but you still need her closer. Your hands race up and down her body itching to touch every inch of skin physically possible. You finally break the kiss only to trail your lips down her jaw and neck where you suck little hickeys into her flawless skin. Her fingers tangle in your hair and that familiar shiver runs down your back. You move your face and hands to her chest taking in every part of her you can. You clumsily untie her top and discard it across the room so that you can have uninhibited access to her. Your hands grope and squeeze and tease before you give an experimental lick to one of her nipples. She squeaks out a cute little whimper and it may possibly be the most arousing sound you’ve ever heard. Her face is fully flushed looking down at you as you continue to let yourself indulge in her body.

Tsireya starts to grind her hips down into yours searching for friction against her throbbing heat. You shift your bodies so that you can lay her down on her back and she keeps her thighs secure around your waist. Your body seems to work out what to do before your mind as your hips slowly roll into hers and she starts to moan when you hit a certain spot. You’re almost embarrassingly wet at this point feeling her skin all over yours.

“Mmf…please…I need you to touch me there.” Her breathless pleas make your ears twitch and it’s almost comical how quickly you kiss your way down her body until your face is buried between her thighs nipping little love bites into the soft skin on the inside. Tsireya is actually the one who takes it upon herself to raise her hips and slide off her loincloth and all you can do is stare at her awestruck. Your heart skips several beats as you come face-to-face with her core. It’s even prettier than you had imagined in your dreams. Her pheromones are almost overwhelming, but in the best way where you want to suffocate in it. There’s already a small puddle forming on the mat underneath where her slick is dripping out of her.

“Do not stare. It’s embarrassing.” She says trying to hide her blush behind her hands. You never thought you could love Tsireya any more than you already did, but right now, seeing her like this…you are irredeemably in love with her and shamelessly horny for her. You start with small kitten licks here and there trying to gauge her reactions. Small whimpers jump from her throat, but when you drag the flat of your tongue over her clit, a loud moan spills over and her eyes close savoring the feeling. That’s it. You drag your tongue up the length of her pussy and wrap your lips around her clit and suck lightly. Her hands immediately shoot down to hold your hair while her head falls back. You groan letting her arousal coat your tongue and watch her chest heave with her panting breaths. Her fingers tighten at the root of your hair and her hips start to grind into your face covering your nose and mouth and chin in her essence. One of your fingers covers itself in her slick and probes at her entrance. You slowly sink your digit into her and there’s just barely enough room for your finger inside of her tight heat. You’re almost worried that you hurt her when you curl your finger up and she cries out, but her half-lidded eyes staring down at you tell you otherwise.

“Ma precious Reya, so sweet” the desire is thick in your voice. Even after the countless nights that you dreamed of this moment, it doesn’t even come close to the reality. All the sweet noises she makes and your name dripping from her lips like honey makes your body feel like fire.

Your thumb brushes over her clit and you can feel how her walls clench around your finger at the contact.

“Ah! I think I’m gonna…” you don’t even let her finish her thought when you attach your lips to her clit again and suck on it lightly still stroking your finger in and out of her. This throws her over the edge. Her back bows and her muscles contract as her release washes over her. Her clit throbs in your mouth and you can feel her dripping down your finger while she rides out her orgasm.

Her body finally relaxes and you pull your finger out of her. It’s only when you sit back on your heels that you notice how you’re soaking through your own loincloth. Tsireya sits up on her elbows and her eyes fall to the giant wet spot between your legs. Your thighs squeeze together suddenly feeling very self-conscious under her gaze. Her face melts into pure seduction as a smirk plays at her lips. Now you look like a deer in headlights watching the sway of her tail while she crawls over to you. You’ve never seen such an expression on her and it’s threatening to make your brain short circuit.

Tsireya claims your lips with hers and uses this opportunity to undo the knot still holding your loincloth on your hips. “This needs to go right now” she says against your mouth finally getting it off you and throwing it somewhere behind her that you can’t bring yourself to care about in this moment. A gentle hand on your chest urges you to lay back as she eyes your figure. You can tell that she’s nervous about doing well from the way her left ear twitches back and forth without the right one doing the same. It’s always been a tell that she’s had. Regardless of whatever nerves she’s feeling, she sinks her head between your legs and starts lapping at your drenched folds. A deep sigh leaves your lips somewhere between relief and need. Her eyes flash up to your face when she licks your clit and your body jolts from the stimulation. It’s too much to see her watch you writhe in pleasure under her. And the way her lips and tongue move along your pussy—oh, Eywa, you would never guess that this was her first time doing this. Or maybe, after all these years, she just knew you that well. Whatever the case was, it was working wonders.

“A-ah…Reya…” your hands rest on top of hers that held your thighs open and your eyes roll until you find the unending blackness behind them.

The knot deep in your stomach is already dangerously close to snapping. You hadn’t realized just how close to cumming you already were just from eating her out, but now she’s about to tumble you right over that edge and you’re more than happy to fall right into your orgasm. You cum with a loud, unrepentant moan and her name in a never-ending string on your tongue. Stars spot your vision by the time you start to come down and Tsireya watches your erratic breathing slowly calm itself while resting her cheek on the inside of your thigh.

A large lopsided grin sits on your face reveling in the bliss of the moment. You silently swear that you’ll never complain about a single thing in life ever again.

“Was that good?” she sheepishly asks you and your hands bring her face up to yours.

“That was fucking amazing, Reya.” She giggles against your lips when you kiss her again.

“Can I finally come play too?” Lo’ak’s voice breaks through the marui and you release Tsireya. You both turn to look at him and you’re all a little surprised when you’re the one to extend your hand out to him.

“Get in here, skxawng.” A grin flashes across his face before he steps in and lets the flap close behind him.  

[nickgoesinsane]

i love the thought of fucking reya in front of loak knowing he likes her..like looking him in his eyes and pounding reya into the ground while she moans loudly and shamelessly and she looks at him like sorry youre cute but yuor dick could never make her scream like this.even better if youre a friend of his and who knows maybe he asks to be next

(Characters are aged up. Reference.)

He should hate it. He should be full of anger and disgust, but instead, he finds his cock straining against his tewng while the cloth clings to the slick dripping from his cunt. Lo’ak stares into your eyes, his heart slamming against his ribcage, as you drill your cock into his crush’s pussy. The wet squelching sounds paired with the slap of skin against skin have Lo’ak swallowing the excess saliva building in his mouth.

Tsireya tosses her head back with a breathy moan, her long curls sprawled around her head like a dark halo. Her blunt nails claw at your shoulders, her legs bracketing your hips, “M’sorry, Lo,” She slurs at Lo’ak, though she looks anything but sorry, with the way she eagerly meets your thrusts. She looks so pretty, tears clinging to her long lashes like morning dew. 

“Look at me.” You speak up, and Lo’ak’s breath catches in his throat. He drags his eyes away from Tsireya’s flushed face, and his tail coils at the sight of your sharp grin. “That’s it. Like that.” You ram forwards, rougher than before, and Tsireya squeals. A gush of slick coats your pelvis, and a satisfied groan spills from your mouth. By the near rhythmic tensing of your body, Lo’ak knows you’re coating the inside of her pussy with your cum. His own cunt clenches around nothing, and he whines enviously.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry—” Tsireya hiccups, but her legs remain locked around your waist, her hands stroking your back. 

“Don’t be sorry, Reya.” You purr, dragging your fingertips through the sticky mess of cum and hold the soiled fingers to Lo’ak’s lips. He opens his mouth and moans the second the taste of your mixed fluids coats his tastebuds, his eyes falling closed. He grips your arm to stop you from pulling away, giving his undivided attention to every digit until they’re clean.

“Please.” Lo’ak finds himself whispering. 

You tilt your head in faux confusion, “Please what?” 

“I want you. Inside.” 

Tsireya gasps, and your teasing smile softens, “Of course, yawntutsyìp.”

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Lo'ak te Suli

"I know how you feel. I feel all alone too."

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PHOENIX | 2. PARULTSYÌP

Parultsyìp [pa.ˈɾul.͡tsjɪp] 'little miracle, dear little one' is a term of affection for children, derived of parul miracle.

Status: CHAPTER 2 (2/?)

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!UnknownOriginsNa’vi!Reader

Genre/Warnings: ANGST, sorrow, mentions of nearly death, romance, adventure, soulmate love, destined lovers, possible suggestive content NSFW/MDNI later on, no use of Y/N, clans never seen in films yet. All characters are AGED-UP.

Summary: During the battle with the SeaDragon, gunfire struck Neteyam’s heart. A mortal wound that heals itself under the astonished eyes of his brother, as if the Great Mother still did not want him with her. She has other plans for Toruk Makto's eldest son.  Nevertheless, his body is weak, and he falls into a slumber from which he can no longer wake up. His vital signs are stable, yet Neteyam is slowly slipping away. He is waiting. Waiting for the girl who has been appearing in his dreams since he went into a coma.

Chapter Summary: Title's Burden on Young Shoulders: Future of the Clan, Son of Toruk Makto, Parul. A title that carried both significant consequences and immense fortune. Just like a miracle.

Little note: I FINALLY finished this chapter. It took sooo long to proofread, cause so many things happened in the process. Not to mention there's a lot of action in this chapter (tiny spoiler eheh).

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2. PARULTSYÌP

"I want to go home," rasped Neteyam, choking on his own blood flowing up his throat. The grip on his face tightened, and he felt a sudden relief in his breathing. “I know, I know,” Jake spoke in a cracking voice, “It’s ok, we’ll go home.”  His frantic gaze shifted rapidly as his chest quivered with intensity. He cast a look at each of those present, but his mind was too consumed by terror for his vacant eyes to truly registering their presence. He struggled to keep his composure, his lower lip trembling, but the pain was too much, and he pressed his lips into a thin line. His father's words had a soothing effect on him, and his tense body slowly relaxed. Savoring the rare moment of tenderness with a smile, he closed his eyes as his father's hand caressed his cheek.

"Dad, I—". His voice trailed off, and his eyes clouded over. The sentence remained unspoken. Against the jagged, stark rock, his body sagged like a marionette with its strings cut. His neck rested against Jake's fingers while his cheek nestled into his palm. Dilated like ink stains, the black pupils were strikingly intense.

Neteyam was gone. They couldn't bear the thought of never again seeing his smile or hearing his soft chuckle. A silence so heavy it felt suffocating marked his final moments. Last words left unsaid and forever unknown.

Neytiri’s voice echoed through the roar of the waves as she called out to him. Once, twice, three times. With each shrill cry and fat tear, she shook him more and more. She conceived her eldest son during the first war against the Sky People. His birth, coupled with their victory, was seen as a splendid gift, a symbol of harmony and renaissance to the People. A miracle. ‘Parultsyìp’ was the nickname she lovingly gave him in his childhood.

Parul: a title that spread like wildfire among the Omatikaya, as he was the epitome of it.

Yet, Eywa’s will had taken him away from her, at the hands of the very people responsible for destroying everything she knew and held dear; who had set fire to the forest, her dwelling, her serenity. The memory of who had torn her beloved father from her still haunted her. It was beyond measure, the depth of the wound so deep that it seemed to swallow her whole, as if she was falling into an endless abyss of pain. A mourning that remained with her in the years to follow, but was tempered by the unending delight and childlike behavior of her small kin. Her smile may have been warm, but beneath it lay the bitterness that had taken root in her heart; an anguish that moulded her into the warrior she is today, much like a parasite that feeds on its host. Beautiful and cruel. The disease had started with the separation from Sylwanin and had now reached its climax with that from her firstborn.

In one fell swoop, they took away her last bit of purity and his young life. However, there was no room for despair, not just now. Their daughters were held captive aboard the SeaDragon.

Jake was caressing her face. The same hand that a minute before had held Neteyam’s, and she almost had the instinct to flinch, horrified. It felt foreign and sinister as it reached for her.  Death had touched them both, though it was his words that left a lasting impression on her soul, resonating more powerful than any misery. Their appeal was so primal and dark that it awakened something ruthless within the deepest parts of her spirit. Like an iceberg, her rage was hidden beneath the surface, waiting to strike. A blind, savage desire for revenge.

"Strong heart," he whispered softly as his breath brushed against her lips. With only a few millimeters between their foreheads, they knew they had to hasten. There was no time to waste: Kiri and Tuk needed them. Lo'ak made to approach his father, but stopped short when he saw the stern expression on his face. Jake’s voice was filled with tangible cold fury as he instructed, “Stay here with your brother.” “Dad, I want to go with you.” Toruk Makto’s eyes met his son’s for a fleeting moment, yet in that instant, he perceived the weight of sadness, regret, grief, and anger that plagued the man. But Lo'ak also read something else lurking within.

Disappointment and judgment.

He raised a hand to halt his rant. “You’ve done enough.” His spatted words stung as he walked away, leaving him feeling small and useless. "But Dad," he said, his voice cracking in desperation. He was imputing the blame on him. As always. 

Neteyam's virtue translated into judiciousness and responsibility. He was prudent and thoughtful, someone you could rely on; had a strong sense of duty and was trustworthy. A wise person who always put the needs of others before his own and reasoned accordingly. Who worked hard to earn his place in the clan - both the clans. Always the good example to follow. 

The golden boy. 

Unlike him, Lo’ak had a mercurial nature, often characterized by fearlessness and impulsiveness. A scoundrel who never failed to drag his older brother into his misadventures. No matter what kind of trouble he got himself into, Neteyam constantly took the hit for things he couldn't control, which often left him harmed. It was his task to keep the younger one in check, preserving him even from his own recklessness.

Lo’ak’s fault that Neteyam had been caught in an explosion in the raid on the RDA train.  Lo'ak's actions led to Quaritch kidnapping Spider, discovering Jake's kids and forcing the family to flee.  They were jolted out of their ordinary, peaceful lives. Ripped their mother from her position as Tsakarem and his brother from his role as the next Olo’eyktan. Neteyam's split lip was a result of the fight he got into with Ao'nung, which was instigated by Lo'ak. If his sisters were tied up somewhere on the whaler off the coast, he should be the one to blame.

He couldn't shake the feeling that he was his liability for Neteyam's passing.

Before he winced at the sound of his name, Tsireya's gentle touch had already reached him. So deep in thought that he didn't even notice how close she was. "It's not your fault," she said, looking at him with empathy, as if trying to ease the guilt he felt. The atmosphere was tense, and the usual cheerfulness was nowhere to be found, replaced with a heavy, somber mood. She looked at him with a liquid gaze, clouded by concern and a desire to ease his burden. And by fear.

The Metkayina had known nothing but peace until now. The ocean was ablaze, and corpses were everywhere, both Na’vi and humans. Alien machines and people's cries fused into an earsplitting noise. The smoke enveloped the air, carrying an acrid stench that she couldn’t place, but she would soon associate it to the notion of war. She embraced Lo'ak tightly, her turquoise irises skimming the surroundings from above his shoulder.  Stars should have been scattered in the eclipse sky, and she should have seen the iridescent outline of Polyphemus. Everything was engulfed in darkness, save for the flickering red and orange flames.

Huddled together as far as the barrier of their bodies made it possible, their faces aligned. Eyes locked in a wordless exchange that seemed to convey everything they needed to say. The warmth of their breaths mingled as their noses collided, and they could still feel the salt water drying on their skin. Their heartbeats filled the space between them, drowning out all other noise.

Even though the timing was less than ideal, they shared the long-awaited first kiss that left them both breathless; uncertainty looming over them, knowing it might be their last. Their lips barely brushed as a sharp whistle rose from Neteyam’s now gaping mouth. Inhaling in deep, erratic puffs, his fatigued eyes widened. He let out a weak cough, a sign that he was still with us. 

Neteyam was alive.  He was still alive.

“Bro!” Lo'ak sprang into action, wrapping his arms around him and lifting him up, helping him catch his breath. "I've got you, bro," he said. “Take short, quick breaths. Keep calm, don’t fidget. You’re fine, you made it. You’re still here.” What was happening before his eyes took him aback. It was almost too surreal to believe. His brother had been awake, crossed over to the other side, and returned. An unrestrained grin plasticized on his face, not resisting hugging him. 

In that moment, Neteyam's agonized throat let out a grunt, and his entire body convulsed with spasms. The growls escaping from his mouth sounding more like painful moans. Lo'ak's instincts kicked in and he ducked his abdomen forward, tapping his shoulder blades. Something was stuck in his windpipe, and he choked violently in an attempt to clear it. Neteyam threw out as he urged him to, spitting out the stale, viscous blood with a loud stridor. He leaned back against him, and he could feel the tension leaving his body. "I can't believe it," he laughed with delight. “You kicked death’s butt, bro!”

His joke fell flat. As he waited for a response, a snicker, the only thing he heard was the sound of his own breathing, leaving him with an uncomfortable silence that hung in the air. He brought his hands to his brother's face, desperate to hold onto the moment, fearing any further separation. Something that would be too much for him to handle. There's no way he could see him fade away again, not after giving him a glimpse of hope. But his eyes were bright; that full, vivid yellow, free of impurities he remembered. Nothing like what they had become only a quarter of an hour ago.

“They’re two highlighters,” Spider quipped during their playtime one afternoon. They were probably around seven. “What’s a hailaite?”  “Highlighter. It’s a marker with a big flat tip. Norm's got a ton of those on his desk. He uses them to make important stuff stand out on paper. Crazy, huh? He's old school, he still uses paper!” he chuckled. "He says it adds a touch of reality to the technology.”

Paper wasn’t a foreign concept to the Omatikaya, as outsiders had introduced them to it. Although they found it almost useless since the Na'vi, except for the Tawkami clan, didn’t have a writing system. Only the Sullys could wield it, as they were the sole members of the clan who could read English, an Earth language. Norm was their teacher. Their weekly schedule included three sessions of English lessons, along with hours dedicated to maths and science.

With the village’s constant rhythms, educating them to the level of an average human being was a daunting task. But Jake and Neytiri believed their children should know of their human side to have a complete sense of their identity. Also, they realized having extra knowledge in science and technology would be beneficial. 

"Super weird," is how Spider described the highlighters. “They're not the go-to for coloring or drawing, but they're hella vibrant.”“Vibrant?” said Kiri skeptically. “It means the colors are poppin'. They look strong. You know, like Teyam's eyes.”

Yes, Teyam’s eyes were bright and energetic. Lo'ak doubted to possess the same vigour they conveyed. The leader's spirit was not passed down to him. 

Only if he had witnessed his father a few decades earlier, he would have finally comprehended how much he had taken from him. Not just the incredible resemblance of their faces. Not just the addition finger on each hand and foot, or the eyebrows, or the irises a shade darker than his mother’s. 

Jake held his youngest son in thrall, for he was his spitting image. - Nothing scared him more than catching sight of his younger self in Lo’ak; his mirror.

There was a time when Jake acted on his emotions rather than thinking things through. He was impulsive, trusting his gut over his head, and was always eager to join in any kind of altercation, to jump into the fray. Whether it was to stand up for a friend or for the sheer sake of a good fistfight.  A disposition that cost him his legs as a Marine, but it was also the reason he was brave enough to step into Tommy's shoes in the Avatar Project. A life-changing decision that led him here, to Pandora. To Neytiri. Where he got something more meaningful and visceral, a sense of purpose filled with hope, love, and a group of people to connect with.

A place to belong.  A home. A family.  And with them, countless worries come along. 

A father protects. That's what gives him meaning.

As his children grew, the somewhat awkward but endearing carefreeness gradually faded. He started to prioritize his role as Olo'eyktan over his role as a father, especially to the two boys, resulting in a shift in their relationship. They looked up to him and strived to match his standards, exceed his expectations, and earn his respect. 

To gain his approval. To live up to him.

To break free from his shadow.

The day would come when Jake wouldn't be there to guide the clan anymore. It would fall on them, as warriors and his successors, to preserve it, and with it, their sisters. They had to be primed.

The reappear of the RDA had merely fomented this authoritarian side, shaped by years of military discipline. One by one, a new tile replaced the playful, jolly dad with each clash. Toruk Makto and Corporal Sully’s puzzle was incomplete until the train episode and the memory of his first-born being thrown into the air came together to form a complete picture. A commanding and aloof individual who responded to the title ‘sir’.

But the proverbial final straw that broke the camel’s back was encountering Quaritch once more, as if resurrected from the dead. Like a ghost from the past. Well, almost. He was now a phony Na’vi of twenty-something years - like his own children. It was a disorienting experience, given that he was at least thirty years Jake's senior, as a human. Still, that voice and its overconfident and defiant demeanour were just as he recalled. Specifically, watching him press a dagger to Lo'ak's jugular.

The past had arrived at his doorstep, and he had a lot, far too much at stake. He had already lost one of his sons, his own flesh and blood, taken away before his very eyes. Little did he know that, as he battled his worst nightmare to the death, Eywa had already granted him mercy and clemency.

Lo'ak told his brother to sit against a craggy outcrop so he could breathe easier and said he had to warn their father. Slowly, he made his way to the edge of the rocks and looked down at the churning water below. With his back turned, he asked Tsireya to take care of Neteyam in his absence, sneaking a peek at her from the corner of his eye. The blinding glare from the sea made it hard to make out the features of his face.  “No!”  "Find someone, anyone - your father, a survivor, an ilu. But bring Neteyam back to the village, okay? He needs Ronal.” “Lo’ak, you cannot...” "I gotta," he insisted, cutting her off and kneeling to cup her face. As he wiped away her tears, he could feel her trembling beneath his touch, her face contorted into a look of distress. His thumbs circling on her cheeks. “I couldn't live with myself if something happened to my sisters. If something were to happen to my parents while they were fighting out of hatred and fury, I’d never forgive myself. Neteyam's alive, they must know. I won't let them think they lost him and sacrifice themselves.” 

All because of me.

He went to get up, but the girl gripped his hand, not wanting to let go, and said, “Don’t go, something might happen to you.” She gritted her teeth as more tears mingled with the salt that had dried on her cheeks. Three fingers intertwined firmly at his four. “They could lose you.” ”I'm down to take that risk. They’re my family. I'd rather me than him,” he said with a bitter chuckle, pointing towards his brother. "You can’t mean it," she said, sounding reproachful. He didn't answer, instead choosing to hold her hand in both of his and look away. Slowly and rhythmically, he stroked her back with his thumb.  ”Lo'ak, you're just as important as Neteyam. They love you. Losing you would be just as heartbreaking.” Again, the only response was a quick, disapproving shake of the head. “For me, it’d be heartbreaking.”

At those last words, their eyes met, languid and full of regret. For the time wasted, for the words left unsaid, for the chances they thought never-ending, when this might have been their last time together. Tsireya’s throat felt tight, but she took a deep breath and gathered her courage, swallowing the lump that prevented her from speaking. She drew him closer, filling her abdomen and feeling her diaphragm lower as her heart raced. She gave him a last kiss, pouring all of her remaining strength into it, all of her torment, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. The silence was a relief, as they no longer heard the ominous sounds of moans, screams, and blasts of machinery blowing up or rifles firing. As their lips cautiously danced together, she tasted the saltiness that roughened his own.  They were in their own little bubble, cut off from the rest of the world. Briefly, all their worries and responsibilities disappeared, and they were just two kids in love again, lost in each other’s embrace.

Unfortunately, that feeling was short-lived. They parted just as the SeaDragon engine exploded; the sound echoing around them. They both froze in fear as they saw the danger ahead, unable to move or speak. Their hearts sank; they had to act fast.  Despite Lo'ak's desire to turn away, Tsireya's palms kept him rooted in place. “Promise me you’ll be careful, that you’ll come back to me. Don’t do anything stupid.” He gave her a condescending lopsided smile, tinged with a hint of cockiness and a flicker of triumph in his eyes. “Trust me.” With a final nose peck, Lo'ak let out a guttural cry to summon his ilu. He mounted the creature, sensing its powerful muscles beneath him, and vanished into the choppy waves.

There was a great commotion in the Tsahìk tent as people bustled in and out, their voices mixing together in a cacophony of sound. The healers bounced from one side of the marui to the other like tennis balls when hit by a racket, rummaging through shelves and baskets. They sniffed and tasted different herbs and powders, hoping to create a medicine or a tonic to wake the patient up. Even just some strange-smelling concoction to place under his nostrils.

But Neteyam wouldn’t wake up from his slumber, no matter how much they tried. His body lay there, placid in its immobility. His chest was moving regularly and his eyes were twitching behind closed lids. 

Ronal passed a sharp needle over the boy’s torso, following the line of tendons from the jugular incisura to the rectum of the abdomen; where the hollow of the navel was drawn. She was chanting tones to the Great Mother in a melody that was exotic to the Omatikaya customs. Her face was a mask of unreadability.

“This ain't working.” Tsireya spoke in a hushed tone, her words meant only for Ao'nung's ears. The two communicated in a silence conversation, their eyes speaking volumes, shutting everyone else out. They had a secret language that only they could understand. Something just closed siblings have.  The elder’s head bobbed in agreement; a quick nod. His aquamarine eyes turned cold, hardening to a steely blue, his lips barely curving into a thin line as he tried to force the words out of his throat. “We need those scientists, sa’nok (mother).”

Silence fell, permeating and thick to suffocation. All the confidence that had prompted him to speak slipped away like water poured over an oil stain. He stood frozen, the weight of the burden on his shoulders threatening to buckle his knees. His gaze lowered to the dry straw floor, suddenly marveled at the intricate weave that made it up. He cowered, ears pressed tightly against his head, tail heavy and tucked between his legs. It was a surprise to see him in such a submissive posture, with a sense of resignation that was rare for him; he usually carried himself with confidence and authority. He strutted around with an air of superiority, fully cognizant of his influential status in the clan.

But with his parents, and especially his mother, was another story. 

Overpowering his mother would be easy for Ao'nung, given his sheer force and her current state. Yet, whether it was because of her role as Tsahìk or as a mother, the woman possessed an unwavering aura of obedience that commanded respect; one look was sufficient.  And as the boy faced the latter, he could feel the tension building between them, a mix of mute fury and surprise. She held the needle so tightly that her knuckles whitened, and her arms stretched along her sides. A conscious effort to redirect her irritation elsewhere, instead of displaying it publicly towards her son. Her refusal to turn away was evident in the stern side glance and stiff back. She closed her eyes, hoping to reset her mind and convince herself that the sentence was a figment of her imagination. She replayed the conversation in her mind, confirming that Ao'nung had, in fact, said what she thought he did. Had, in fact, implied that her intervention was subpar, and Nawna Sa'nok's ways were ineffectual. 

“Pardon?” she snarled through gritted her teeth. "Neteyam is part tawtute (human)," Tsireya said, defending her brother and standing in front of him. “This is beyond our comprehension,” gesturing to the patient on the cot. Ronal turned her full attention to her children, standing tall and proud before them. The regal grace of a queen, although a hint of complacency shone through in her every pore. Her children have blossomed into remarkable adults. With disbelief and shock written all over her face, she handed the tools to the nearby healer. The sight and sound were so extraordinary that people were left speechless. Seeing Ao'nung defy parental opinions or decisions was nothing new, but Tsireya’s reaction took everyone by wonder.

‘Since when did she stand up for him?' everyone seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Ronal looked at the fully healed wound at Neteyam’s heart level and pondered sarcastically if it could be their doing. “They, who killed their own Mother and then came here to repeat the same mistake?” Though rhetorical, Tsireya replied: “A second opinion might help.” ”We need nothing from those demons. They were no aid when Kiri had convulsions and they won’t be now with Neteyam’s lethargy.” “Lethargy??” Lo'ak, who had been quietly observing the curators until now, finally chimed in with a sudden outburst. He couldn't hold back, even if it meant facing his parents' punishment for criticizing Tsahìk — again. “He’s in a coma!”  "Name it what you will, boy.” Ronal’s tongue snapped against her palate as she expressed her firm belief that ketuwong (aliens) would not bring any benefits.

A deafening silence filled the air until Ronal herself broke it. “Notwithstanding, I concur that this is a case that surpasses the expertise of the Metkayina.” “What is your suggestion?” Jake's voice was reduced to a mere echo of its usual force. He looked at his son with a heavy heart, feeling afflicted and impotent.  With a shared understanding, the two wives nodded at each other, coming to a decision. Neytiri spoke up, “We have no other choice but to bring him to the Tawkami.”

“Sa’nok, we cannot assess Neteyam’s physiological condition,” Ao’nung stepped forward with newfound bravery, “now that he is in... coma,” he intoned, the word heavy on his tongue; his pronunciation tentative and labored in scanning the alien language. ”He might stop breathing any second,” Lo'ak warned. Neytiri, who was skeptical of the Sky People, unexpectedly found herself agreeing with the two young men. “He requires constant monitoring. If his condition worsens, they’ll have to put him on respirators. Moreover, transporting him via ikran may prove fatal.”  The woman brought two fingers to compress her septum. Her eyes narrowed as she sighed. “Alright, we will dedicate a temporary area to the lab. In the meantime, you…” she pointed at the Sullys, “You will travel to Greenhome.”

The bluish halo of neon lights that surrounded him once again was familiar and yet disorienting at the same time. A perpetual twilight that contrasted with the sterile walls inside greeted him. The monitors cast a gentle glow, illuminating the otherwise dark room, while the medical area streamed a bright white light through the small porthole. 

Neteyam was there, his eyes closed as he lay on the comfortable, ergonomic mattress. The hospital gown, an ugly replacement for his clothes, was accompanied by the beeping and whirring of the machinery. His now hideous accessorizes. An electrode attached to his temple where a single braid would normally be, and an IV instead of a band on his forearm. A pulse oximeter put to the forefinger of his hand, which rested on his hip, while a mask pumped Pandorian air into his lungs, covering his nose and mouth.

Max couldn't provide any answers for Neteyam's miraculous recovery, just as Ronal had assumed. He hypothesized the coma resulted from the traumatic event, and it left a greater impact on his psyche than on his body - his brain was still operational, but in a dormant state. He was in a stable condition, although he couldn't predict how long it would last. 

He shivered as a delicate hand trailed down his spine, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.  He interpreted the gesture as a sign that it was time, and the girl nodded meditatively before burying her face in his chest. With her long arms wrapped around him, she held him close, anchoring him to herself with a tight squeeze around his waist. She rubbed the tip of her nose on his sternum before pulling away just enough to look into his eyes and say, “We’ll take care of him.”

Lo'ak examined the transceiver attached to the young woman's ear, running his fingers over the smooth surface. “You remember how to use it, right? It’s already connected to mine in the case — “ "Don't worry, I'll keep you in the loop," she grinned. However, as soon as the thought of his impending departure crossed her mind, her composure collapsed. He hugged her one last time, savoring the sweet scent of her wavy hair that reminded him of a warm, sunny day. “I'll be back before you even miss me.” With his chin on her head, it was at that moment that he saw something strange beyond the glass.

Behind the oxygen mask, Neteyam was smiling.

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