#avatar reader

[askinkiskarma]

^^^ this right here??? made me slide up a wall in need. now imagine dilf!jake, cause that's all i can imagine. enjoy x

wc: 660 words

smut under the cut, minors DNI 🔞

You loved days with Jake, you really did. He was a good leader - strong and fearless, compassionate and patient, he made everyone feel secure and at ease, made everyone feel included and heard. You loved training with him, hearing him talk, watching him listen. You loved his demeanour and his wit, and how he sacrificed so much and lost a planet and a bond to his own kind in order to protect yours. He was a good mate - considerate and thoughtful, funny and giving, he made it his life purpose to make you happy, and you appreciated him every single minute of your life.

You loved days with Jake… but nights… Eywa, the nights were the best, and you had a perfect example as of why right now, laying sideways on the bed, your head pushed so far back, it was resting in the crook of his neck, drawn out moans and skin slapping together the only sounds you could hear in the quiet of the dead of night. You haven't slept through the night once since meeting Jake. How could you, when more often than not, after a thorough fucking, he loved to fall asleep with his cock still buried deep inside of you, loved for the feel of your tight cunt and smell of your scents mingled together to be the last thing on his mind before he passed out for the night... or at least for a few hours, until you inevitably woke up, needy and desperate once more, grinding on his half-hard length until he was rock hard once more, his body unable to resist you, even asleep as he was.

Now, here you were once more, three orgasms in, crying as he slipped in and out of you with ease, your cum and slick allowing him to bottom out in you, bulging up the skin of your lower abdomen. He loved to sneak his hand from your hip, where it was rested in order to pull you further down his length, and reach around and press on the spot, until you squirmed and whined, until the tears flowed freely down your face into your ears.

"You feel how deep in you I am, angel? That's daddy's cock pushing your pretty skin up, mm? You're taking it so well, aren't you? Always so good for me."

"D-daddy... pl-please!"

His words pushed you closer and closer to the orgasm you knew would take you out for the night, the intensity of the last couple of hours taking a toll on your mind, until you were just a mess of words and incoherent babbles, drunk of his cock and the soft kisses he was peppering on the back of your neck. You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

"What do you need, baby? Need daddy to let you come on his cock?"

His thrusts sharpened momentarily as he was hitting the spot that made you see stars and cry out in unadulterated ecstasy, until you were sure the whole clan could hear how well the Olo'eyktan's mate was getting fucked night after night. Right now, you couldn't find it in you to care.

"There you go, baby girl. Come for daddy so he can fill you up, mm?"

The promise of being marked by him, of his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs for days to come was enough to push you over the edge, and you came, making a mess of the mat, that needed to be changed daily anyhow, as you squirted all over him, gushes of warm liquid mixing with his own, and, spent and filled to the brim as you were, you allowed him to pull you closer and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you drifted off to sleep.

"Daddy loves you, sweet girl."

You knew, and yet, you couldn't wait until tomorrow night, when he'd more than willingly prove it to you again.

somebody sedate me honestly

[kyuriin-chan]

The Path Between Us | Tsu’tey

Chapter 25

Tsu’tey x OC (Avatar Driver)

Words: 2.285

This is a story of love and war. Of sacrifice and hope. Of two souls finding each other in a world that threatens to tear them apart. 

Summary - Chapter-index

The devastation around them was overwhelming, but Seraphina had no time to process it. Her heart was racing as she spotted Neytiri still lingering near the collapsing Hometree, her body frozen in despair. Smoke and ash filled the air, making it hard to breathe, but Seraphina pushed forward. 

“Tsu’tey, go ahead,” she urged, grabbing his arm. “Help the others. There are wounded that need you.” 

He turned to her sharply, his golden eyes filled with hesitation and barely contained fear. He didn’t want to leave her, not now, not when the world around them was falling apart. “Seraphina, I cannot—” 

“You must,” she insisted, gripping his hands tightly. “I will find you at the gathering place. I swear it.” 

Tsu’tey’s jaw clenched, the conflict evident in his gaze, but he finally nodded. His fingers brushed against her cheek in a fleeting moment of silent understanding before he turned and disappeared into the forest, leading the survivors to safety. 

Seraphina wasted no time. She turned and ran toward Neytiri, her chest tightening at the sight before her. 

Eytukan, the great Olo’eyktan, lay crushed beneath a massive burning branch. His once-mighty frame, the leader who had guided their people for so long, was now broken, his breaths shallow, his eyes dimming. Neytiri knelt beside him, trembling, her hands shaking as she tried to lift the weight that was far too great. 

Seraphina’s heart shattered at the sight. She knelt beside her, arms wrapped tightly around Neytiri’s trembling form as they both clung to the last moments of Eytukan’s fading life. The once-mighty Olo’eyktan, the pillar of strength for the Omaticaya, now lay crushed beneath a fallen, burning branch, his breath shallow, his powerful frame rendered powerless by the weight pinning him down. 

Neytiri’s hands frantically brushed over his face, her fingers shaking as they traced the familiar lines of his deep blue skin. “No, no, no! Father!” she gasped, her voice breaking, filled with desperate denial. “Please, hold on! You cannot leave us! You cannot!” 

Eytukan’s golden eyes, now clouded with pain, met his daughter’s gaze. His expression, despite his suffering, remained calm, steady—just as it had always been. A father to the very end. He lifted a trembling hand, brushing away the tears streaking down Neytiri’s face. His touch was weak, yet filled with so much warmth, so much love. 

“My child…” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant explosions and the relentless crackling of flames. “You must… be strong.” 

Seraphina felt Neytiri’s body tense against her as a choked sob tore from her throat. She shook her head violently, as if refusing to accept his words, as if her denial alone could change fate. 

“No! I need you! We need you!” Neytiri wept, her fingers digging into his arm as if she could physically hold him here, keep him anchored to this world. 

But Eytukan’s time was slipping away. His breaths came slower, more labored. His gaze, once sharp and wise, began to dim. And yet, he did not waver. With the last of his strength, he turned his eyes to Neytiri once more. 

“Lead them… protect them… for Eywa,” he murmured. 

And then, his body stilled. 

For a moment, there was nothing. 

Seraphina felt Neytiri tense in her arms, her entire body frozen in disbelief. Then, a heart-wrenching cry erupted from her, raw and uncontained, the sound of a daughter’s soul shattering into pieces. She collapsed onto Eytukan’s chest, gripping at him as if she could somehow will him back to life. 

Seraphina’s own tears fell freely now. She had seen death before, had lost people she cared about, but this was different. This was the loss of a leader, a father, a protector of an entire people. And it was only the beginning of something far worse. 

Then, from the smoke-filled darkness, another figure emerged—Mo’at. 

Her regal presence, usually so unshakable, now trembled with grief. Her golden eyes, sharp with wisdom, now glistened with unshed tears. She had seen it, she had felt it in her soul—the passing of her mate. And yet, she did not break. 

She moved toward them, her steps slow but deliberate, as though the weight of loss threatened to pull her down but she refused to yield. When she reached them, she knelt beside Neytiri, her hands gently resting on her daughter’s shoulders. 

“My child,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the pain it carried. Neytiri flinched but did not lift her head. “He is with Eywa now.” 

Neytiri let out a quiet, broken whimper. “It is not fair…” she whispered, her voice hoarse from grief. “He should not have—” 

Mo’at gently but firmly pulled her daughter into her arms. Neytiri resisted for only a moment before collapsing into her mother’s embrace, her sobs muffled against her chest. Mo’at stroked her hair, whispering soft words in their language, words of comfort, of guidance, of love. 

Seraphina could do nothing but watch, her own heart aching. She had no words to offer, no comfort strong enough to mend the wounds inflicted upon this family. She simply remained there, kneeling beside them, a silent witness to their sorrow. 

The fires raged, the battle still loomed, but in this moment, nothing mattered except the grief that hung heavy in the air.

The night was thick with smoke, the once-thriving Hometree now reduced to burning ruins. The air was filled with the distant cries of their people, the crackling of fire consuming what was left of their home. Seraphina’s heart ached as she took one last look at the place that had become her sanctuary. The towering tree that once stood strong and proud was now nothing more than a skeletal remains of its former self, a graveyard of memories and lost dreams. 

But there was no time to mourn. 

With a heavy heart, she turned back to Neytiri, who stood beside her, grief-stricken but strong. Tears still stained her face, but her eyes burned with something deeper now—a determination, a fire that even this destruction could not snuff out. 

Mo’at, standing tall despite the sorrow etched into her every movement, gave them both a silent nod. It was time to move. Time to retreat to safety before more destruction followed. 

They moved through the forest swiftly, silent shadows among the thick foliage. Every step felt heavier than the last, the weight of loss pressing down on Seraphina’s chest. But she couldn’t stop, not now. Not when Neytiri, Mo’at, and the remaining Omaticaya needed her strength as much as she needed theirs. 

Still, her mind was plagued by one thought—Jake. 

The Colonel’s words still echoed in her ears, poisoning the air around her. Jake Sully fed them information. He led them right to us.

She wanted to deny it, to scream that it wasn’t true, that Jake would never betray them like this. But the evidence was damning. How else could the Sky People have known exactly how to break them? 

And yet… 

Seraphina knew Jake. She had trained with him, fought beside him, laughed with him. She had seen the way his eyes shone with wonder at their world, the way he spoke of the People with respect, with admiration. He had chosen them. Hadn’t he? 

So where was he now? 

She glanced around as they moved, searching the shadows for any sign of him. Had he escaped? Was he safe?

Her stomach twisted with unease. She could only hope that, wherever he was, he was still fighting for them. Still trying to make this right. 

But right now, there were bigger things at stake. 

With one final glance at the smoldering remains of the Hometree, Seraphina turned away and pressed forward to reach with Neytiri and the others the gathering place.

As they finally reached the place of refuge, Seraphina found herself momentarily breathless. Even after the devastation they had just witnessed, this place stood untouched—sacred and alive, glowing softly under the bioluminescent night. It was as if Eywa herself had carved out this sanctuary for them, hidden deep within Pandora’s heart. 

Massive trees stretched toward the heavens, their twisting roots forming natural pathways and shelters for the displaced Omaticaya. Vines cascaded down like waterfalls of light, pulsing gently with the energy of the land. Strange, luminous plants shimmered with soft blues and purples, casting a serene glow over the gathered Na’vi, who were tending to their wounded and comforting one another. Despite their pain, their connection to this land remained unbroken, unwavering. 

Seraphina turned to Neytiri, who, though grief still lingered in her expression, seemed to find strength in this place. 

“What is this place?” Seraphina asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper as if speaking too loudly might disturb the harmony of it all. 

Neytiri’s gaze followed Seraphina’s, taking in the sight before them with deep reverence. “This is the Hidden Refuge of our ancestors,” she explained, her voice carrying the weight of generations past. “A place where the People have always sought shelter in times of great need. Eywa watches over it… over us.” 

Seraphina let the words sink in, feeling the presence of something greater in the air around her. This place wasn’t just a hiding spot—it was a haven, a reminder that even in the face of destruction, life persisted. 

Neytiri continued, her voice growing softer as she placed a hand over her heart. “Here, we are safe. But safety does not mean we do nothing. We must gather our strength. We must fight, for our home, for our people.” 

Seraphina nodded, her resolve hardening. The Omaticaya had lost much, but they were not broken. The fight wasn’t over yet.

She was still lost in the beauty of the Hidden Refuge when she suddenly felt a familiar presence near her. Before she could turn, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. She gasped softly, but as soon as she felt the warmth of his body against hers, she knew—Tsu’tey. 

He held her as if he had been afraid she would slip away, his grip firm yet gentle, his breath warm against her hair. “You are safe,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. There was a raw edge to his voice, the remnants of fear still clinging to his words. 

Seraphina leaned into him, closing her eyes for a moment. “I told you I would find you,” she whispered, placing a hand over his. 

Tsu’tey exhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling against her back. “I should not have left you,” he admitted. “Every second apart, I feared the worst.” 

She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. Even in the dim, glowing light of the refuge, she could see the relief in his gaze, mixed with something deeper—something unspoken but undeniable. 

“I’m here,” she reassured him, reaching up to touch his face, her fingers tracing the markings along his cheek. “And you are here.” 

Tsu’tey closed his eyes at her touch, his jaw clenching for a moment before he let out another breath. Then, suddenly, his forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them. 

“You are my heart now, Seraphina,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I cannot lose you.” 

She felt the weight of his words settle deep within her soul, and she knew, without a doubt, that she felt the same. No matter what lay ahead, she would fight for him, for their people, for the future they still had to claim.

Seraphina hesitated for a moment, knowing full well how Tsu’tey felt about Jake. But as she glanced around the gathered Na’vi, she couldn’t shake the unease creeping into her heart. Jake was nowhere to be seen. 

Taking a steadying breath, she looked up at Tsu’tey, her voice soft but urgent. “Have you seen Jake?” 

Tsu’tey’s expression immediately darkened, his jaw tightening. His arms, which had been wrapped protectively around her just moments ago, dropped to his sides. “Why do you ask about him now?” His tone was sharp, but beneath it was something else—concern, frustration, perhaps even jealousy. 

Seraphina placed a hand on his chest, trying to ease his tension. “Because... he fought beside us. And because I need to know if he got away.” 

Tsu’tey exhaled heavily through his nose, his eyes scanning the crowd as if debating whether to answer her at all. Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with irritation. “I have not seen him since the battle. If he was wise, he ran far from here.” 

Seraphina’s heart sank. She wanted to believe Jake had escaped, but something inside her whispered that he wasn’t the type to run. If he was still out there, what had happened to him? 

Tsu’tey studied her face, his gaze narrowing. “You still trust him?” he asked, his voice quieter now but no less intense. 

She met his eyes, conflicted. “I don’t know what to think, Tsu’tey. I want to believe that he never meant to betray us. That he was trying to help.” 

Tsu’tey scoffed, shaking his head. “He brought them here. That is all I see.” His fingers curled into fists at his sides before he sighed, his expression softening just slightly as he looked at her. “But if he is alive... we will know soon enough.” 

Seraphina nodded, though worry still twisted in her chest. She could only hope that wherever Jake was, he was safe—and that he would find a way to make things right.

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[reveryfics]

can uu do marc or Jake x winged male!Reader where they help reader clean their wings‼️

Avatars Wings

Marc Spector x Male Reader

Summary: The vicious hound attack shredded your wings, leaving them utterly ruined. Marc, looking a little guilty, offers to help clean the tattered remains.

A/N: Went with reader being the Egyptian Goddess Nut's avatar as she's depicted with wings and also the Goddess of the sky. The wings are basically retractable and are essentially used as apart of readers armor. I really wasn't sure where to go with this so I apologize that it's not great

TW: Fluff

The storm raged with unrestrained fury over the sprawling cityscape of London. Jagged fingers of lightning clawed at the inky canvas above, each strike followed by a guttural boom of thunder that vibrated through the very bones of the deserted streets. Rain lashed down in relentless sheets, transforming cobblestones into slick mirrors reflecting the oppressive darkness. Gusts of wind howled through the narrow alleyways, carrying with them the mournful cries and frantic barks of hounds as they relentlessly patrolled the shadowed corners.

Perched precariously on the precipice of a towering building, a solitary figure stood silhouetted against the tempestuous sky. Eyes, narrowed and intense behind the stark white of a mask, scanned the desolate landscape below. With a fluid, almost predatory grace, the figure launched into the air, descending silently to land mere feet from one of the patrolling hounds. The creature, its senses heightened by the storm, whirled with a snarl, fangs bared in a vicious lunge. Almost instantly, more of its kind materialized from the inky blackness of the surrounding shadows, their low growls escalating into a chorus of aggression.

The ensuing struggle was a whirlwind of motion and fury. The masked figure moved with an uncanny speed and precision, dodging snapping jaws and raking claws. Then, as if the heavens themselves had decided to intervene, the dense clouds began to tear apart, revealing the luminous disc of the full moon. Bathed in its ethereal glow, your figure became visible, suspended in the air above the fray. A shimmering cascade of sharp, golden feathers rained down, each one an unerring projectile that pierced through the lunging hounds with deadly accuracy.

Your figure descended, landing silently behind one of the remaining beasts. Piercing eyes, the same shade as the falling feathers, locked onto the back of the first masked figure – Marc. With a swift, decisive movement, the razor-sharp feathers of the newly arrived figure’s expansive wings sliced through the hound, its body collapsing into a lifeless heap.

The fight continued with a grim intensity, a silent ballet of violence against the remaining hounds. Neither of you uttered a single word. For Marc, the silence was a palpable weight, a constant reminder of the chasm that had opened between you. The fact that you had chosen to embrace the mantle of Nut's avatar, the Egyptian goddess, instead of allowing him to bear the full weight of the avatar responsibility, still rankled. You knew your impulsive act had been born of a desperate need to protect Marc in a moment fraught with uncertainty, but he remained stubbornly unconvinced, viewing it as a direct rejection.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement in your peripheral vision snagged your attention. A hound, its teeth bared in a savage snarl, was lunging at Marc from behind. Reacting instantly, you pivoted, your wings snapping open to form a protective barrier. Nut’s formidable armor, usually a seamless extension of your being, only partially shielded the intricate structure of your wings – those magnificent appendages bestowed upon you directly by the goddess herself. The hound’s teeth grazed the exposed feathers, its claws tearing through the delicate membranes, sending a jolt of searing pain through your body. A sharp cry escaped your lips.

A guttural curse ripped from Marc’s throat. He spun, tackling the attacking hound with brutal force. Just as his fist connected, a single, lethal golden feather flashed past him, embedding itself deep within the creature’s skull. “Fucking bitch,” you spat, the pain and adrenaline fueling your anger. Marc, with grim efficiency, dispatched the last two hounds. The adrenaline slowly receding, he turned towards you, his expression a mixture of concern and exasperation as Nut’s shimmering armor began to dissipate, leaving you vulnerable.

The journey back to Marc’s apartment was punctuated by his low, simmering beratement. He couldn’t fathom why you would willingly take a hit that his accelerated healing could have easily mended. You walked in silence, the lingering ache in your wings a dull counterpoint to his frustrated muttering. He finally broke off as they entered the dimly lit apartment, running a hand roughly over his face. A sigh escaped his lips. “Look, I… I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his gaze softening slightly. “I just… I worry about you.”

You offered a small, tired smile, settling onto the edge of the worn couch. “You don’t have to worry so much, Marc. I’ll heal.” He shook his head, his eyes still troubled. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you, his voice almost a demand. “Just… take your shirt off. Let me see.”

Turning your back to him, you slowly pulled your damp shirt over your head. His gaze lingered on the intricate network of silvery scars that crisscrossed your back, the indelible map of where your wings had first unfurled. Tentatively, Marc reached out, a single calloused finger tracing the jagged lines. As his fingertip brushed against a particularly sensitive point, a ripple seemed to run through your skin. A soft tremor ran through your shoulders, and then, with a silent rush, feathers began to sprout, unfurling into a magnificent pair of wings. They were a breathtaking tapestry of blues, deepening from a soft cerulean at the base to a rich indigo at the tips, interspersed with shimmering strands of gold that caught the dim light.

You glanced upwards, your eyes locking with the towering, majestic form of Nut as she materialized before you, a familiar presence in your mind’s eye. “Such beauty in your relationship, darling,” she hummed, her voice resonating within your thoughts. A small, involuntary laugh escaped your lips, quickly stifled by a sharp hiss of pain as Marc’s fingers gently grazed the mangled feathers on your left wing.

Marc excused himself with a murmured word, returning moments later with a bowl of steaming water and a soft cloth. He settled back behind you, his voice low. “She speaks to you often?”

“Quite often,” you whispered, leaning forward slightly as the warmth of the water radiated against your injured wing. “Though I don’t mind.” A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the soft swish of the cloth as Marc carefully cleaned the damaged feathers. His calloused hands, surprisingly gentle, explored the delicate structure of your wings. He seemed to absorb every detail – the velvety texture against his skin, the subtle twitches and shivers that ran through them with each press of the warm cloth.

Eventually, Marc set the bowl and cloth aside, his hands returning to your wings with a tender reverence, like a bird meticulously preening its new plumage. A shiver traced its way down your spine as his lips brushed against a particularly sensitive spot near the base of your wing, the sensation sending a jolt of unexpected pleasure through you. His lips trailed down your spine, sending goosebumps erupting along your skin, before making their way back up the nape of your neck. He chuckled softly at your reaction, repeating the tantalizing movement a few more times before shifting, moving so he was now facing you.

You instinctively tucked your wings slightly behind you as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a slow, tender kiss. He whispered against your lips, his breath warm against your skin. “Perhaps… perhaps I could explore the more sensitive parts of your wings later on.” You returned the kiss, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders. Breaking the gentle contact, your lips ghosted over his. “I wouldn’t exactly mind,” you murmured, a playful glint in your eyes.

[nakedinthetrees]

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Breed Me

Adult!Neteyam x Na’vi!Reader

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[jannieka394]

So'lek vs Eetu's reactions to my sarentu taking pictures.

[moonchildxoxx]

Hi! May I request a Tsu'tey x punk reader? I would really like to see his reaction to a partner, who has a mohawk/deathawk, is not afraid of beating up people who deserve it, listens to punk music etc! If you don't want to write it, that's, completely ok tho! Have a lovely day <3

Title: Loud. And True.

Rating: 18+ / Mature (for language, suggestive content, and themes of violence/trauma)

Pairing: Tsu’tey x Human!Fem!Reader (Punk)

Word Count: ~2,901

Genre: Slow burn, enemies to lovers, cultural clash meets emotional intimacy, canon-divergent/post-canon AU

Synopsis:

You weren’t supposed to stay on Pandora. You were supposed to fix a filter, drop off some salvaged Earth things, and get the hell out. But then you punched a guy. Yelled at a sky-person. Taught some Omaticaya kids how to make bracelets out of copper wire. And Tsu’tey noticed. He shouldn’t have. He’s a warrior—you’re a walking middle finger in combat boots.

A/N:

this fic is for the girls who wear boots in the jungle, scream at colonizers, and still get the hot alien warrior.

i love writing characters who are spiky and loud and not afraid to throw the first punch—but also don’t know what to do when someone sees through all of that and likes them anyway.

and yes—if you want a part two? stolen kisses, clan politics, and the chaos of being a human punk icon in a village full of blue warriors? i’m down.

reblogs = love. comments = fuel.

You stood out like a sore thumb in the bioluminescent jungle—and honestly, you liked it that way. Combat boots scuffed from kicking rocks and jerks. A patched-up vest hung open over a band tee no one on Pandora could pronounce. The deathhawk? Still standing tall, defying gravity and Na’vi judgment alike.

Tsu’tey noticed. Of course he did.

The first time he saw you, you were standing on a fallen log, one foot up like you were about to launch yourself at the sun. Your mohawk caught the light in wild streaks of neon—blue at the tips, freshly dyed with something from the lab. Feathers and safety pins hung from your ears, a dark band tee clung to your frame, and your boots? Your boots had spikes on them.

You were yelling at someone. Loud. Righteous.

Tsu’tey understood about one word in five, but it was enough to know you were telling off one of the sky people. One of the wrong ones. The kind who still talked like they owned the place.

The man didn’t talk back. He just turned and walked away with a busted lip and a red face.

You hopped down from the log, muttering to yourself. Then you saw Tsu’tey.

“What?” you snapped, hands on your hips.

He tilted his head. “Nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.”

“You fight with much noise.”

“Yeah. And?”

He blinked, clearly not used to humans coming at him like this—like you weren’t afraid of him, even though he was twice your size and definitely armed.

“You are small.”

“Tell that to the guy who’s bleeding.”

Tsu’tey’s lips twitched. Not quite a smile. Not yet.

At first, he looked at you like you were some kind of small, angry animal. Loud. Sharp. Strange. But not weak.

“You carry yourself like a warrior,” he said once, arms crossed, tone unreadable.

You smirked, chewing gum you weren’t supposed to bring off base. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is not,” he said, cocking his head. “But warriors do not wear… skulls on their chest.”

You looked down at your Misfits tee. “You’re one to talk. You wear actual bones.”

He grunted at that, almost amused.

That was weeks ago. Since then, you’d gotten used to his stares. Not creepy—just curious. Tsu’tey had this way of watching people like he was reading them, and you? You were a whole damn novel in a language he didn’t know yet.

Then came the moment.

One of the RDA defectors—big guy, mouth like a sewer and hands where they didn’t belong—grabbed one of the Omaticaya girls during trade negotiations. You didn’t wait. You didn’t ask. You just swung a wrench into his ribs hard enough to hear the wind leave him.

By the time he hit the dirt, Tsu’tey was at your side.

“I had it,” you said, wiping blood from your knuckles with a bandana that used to be your mom’s.

“I know,” he said, eyes gleaming in the dusk. “I only came to watch.”

You stared at him.

He stared right back, then added, “And to ask… what is punk music?”

You grinned. “Come by my hut after sundown. I’ll blow your mind.”

Later that night, Tsu’tey ducked beneath the curtain of moss covering your doorway. His movements were quiet, but his presence was anything but. He always filled a room—especially yours, which was cluttered with scavenged tech, threadbare blankets, and your prized old-world music player sitting like a shrine in the corner.

You were crouched beside it, fiddling with the wires.

“I wasn’t sure you’d actually show,” you said without turning around.

“I gave my word.” His voice was closer now. You felt him watching again.

You straightened and faced him. “Alright. Get ready.”

You hit play.

Distorted guitar blasted out, raw and unapologetic. Fast. Loud. Alive. The punk track thrashed through the room like a fight breaking out at a sacred ceremony.

Tsu’tey flinched slightly. “Is… this an alarm?”

You barked out a laugh. “Nope. This is The Dead Kennedys. One of Earth’s greatest gifts to angry people everywhere.”

He looked unconvinced, but didn’t cover his ears. He watched you instead.

You started nodding to the beat, then dancing—kind of. More like bouncing in place with aggressive energy.

“Come on, it’s about feeling it. No rules. No steps. Just rage, joy, defiance—whatever you’ve got. Let it out.”

“I do not dance.”

“You don’t have to dance. Just listen.”

He moved toward the speaker like it might bite him. Crouched beside it. Put a hand over the vented side, feeling the sound as much as hearing it.

“It sounds like war,” he murmured.

“In a way,” you said. “Punk was for people who felt like the world wasn’t listening. So they screamed back.”

He looked at you again, eyes lingering a little too long this time.

“You scream,” he said. “Not always with your voice.”

You suddenly felt too warm. “Yeah, well. Maybe some people need to hear it loud.”

He stood again, towering over you in that intimidating-but-hot way he always did. His braids swayed as he tilted his head slightly, studying you like something worth learning.

“You are like this music.”

You blinked. “Loud and pissed off?”

“Loud. And true.”

And then, for just a moment, the music wasn’t the loudest thing in the room.

You weren’t supposed to stay long with the Omaticaya. Just long enough to help set up tech to filter the air in the ruined sections of forest. Long enough to show some kids how to make bracelets from stripped copper wire. Long enough to drop off a box of salvaged music files and bootleg Earth tracks.

But somehow… you stayed.

Somehow, you were still there a month later, sitting cross-legged on the floor of your handmade hut, punching rivets into leather cuffs while Dead Kennedys blared from your beat-up speaker.

Tsu’tey started showing up more.

First, it was subtle. Passing by. Watching from a distance.

Then closer.

Then talking.

Then sitting beside you in companionable silence while you explained why punk rock wasn’t just “angry noise.”

“It is,” you said, fiddling with the aux cord, “but it’s like… meaningful angry noise.”

Tsu’tey narrowed his eyes. “Explain.”

“Okay. So, Earth’s kind of a garbage fire. Punk was for people who didn’t have power—people who were mad and loud and done with the status quo. They didn’t want approval. They wanted change.”

Tsu’tey sat in silence, absorbing that. Then he looked at you.

“You are not like the others,” he said softly.

“Guess that’s the point.”

“I like it.”

Your heart stuttered. “You like punk?”

“I like you.”

There was a pause—electric, tight, like the space between lightning and thunder.

You leaned in, smirking. “Careful, Tsu’tey. You say stuff like that, I might write a song about you.”

“I would listen.”

Your breath caught somewhere between a heartbeat and a scream.

No one had ever said that before. Not like that.

Tsu’tey didn’t look away.

His eyes—gold-flecked and sharper than your favorite switchblade—locked on yours with the kind of intensity that made breathing optional. The music player kept going, spitting out angry vocals and wild drums, but neither of you were really listening anymore.

You broke the silence first, mostly because you had to.

“Say that again.”

He blinked slowly. “Which part?”

“The part where you said you liked me. Wanted to make sure I didn’t imagine it.”

“I do not say things I do not mean.”

That should’ve scared you. Or at least made you bolt for the door like you usually did when things got too real. But this wasn’t some guy in a leather jacket who wanted to “fix you.” This was a warrior who saw exactly who you were—and wasn’t flinching.

“I’m not… gentle,” you said, trying to sound flippant but failing. “I talk too loud. I fight too dirty. I don’t fit.”

“You fit here,” he said, stepping closer.

You tilted your head. “In this room?”

“In this world. With us. With me.”

You hated how fast your pulse reacted to that. You hated even more how you kind of loved it.

“So what—you gonna start bringing me around the clan like your weird human girlfriend with the bad attitude and better taste in music?”

He smiled—not a smirk, not a smothered huff, but an actual, genuine curve of his lips. You hadn’t seen him do it often. It kind of ruined you a little.

“They already speak of you,” he said. “The bold one. The small storm. The one who fought a man twice her size and spat on his boots after.”

You grinned. “He deserved worse.”

“I know,” he said, and it was almost a growl—approving, proud. Wanting.

His hand brushed yours, light at first. Testing.

You didn’t pull away.

“I’ve had crushes before,” you murmured, stepping into his space, heart hammering behind your ribs like it was trying to mosh. “But you? You’re gonna ruin me.”

He leaned down slowly, foreheads almost touching now. “I would never ruin you.”

You swallowed. “You’re kind of already doing it.”

He tilted his head. “Then let me do it fully.”

His hand moved to your cheek, surprisingly gentle for someone with arms strong enough to snap trees. His thumb grazed your skin, and you leaned into the touch without thinking.

And then—

Your lips met like a dare.

Not soft, not sweet—but honest. Your hand tangled in his braids like a challenge. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close like he’d decided: this is mine now.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and blinking, he said it again:

“I like you.”

You smirked, lips swollen, voice low. “Yeah. I noticed.”

One evening, everything changed.

The clan had gathered near the Tree of Souls, the air thick with memory and music and murmured prayers. You stood near the back, unsure if you belonged here—still human, still offbeat, still not them.

When a sneering voice from the shadows muttered, “Why is she here?”

You didn’t see who said it. You didn’t need to. Your fists clenched. Old instincts flared.

But before you could open your mouth and ruin the peace of the evening, Tsu’tey stepped forward. In front of you. Blocking the gaze of the others like a living wall.

“She is here,” he said, calm but sharp as a blade, “because she has earned it. And if anyone doubts that—speak louder.”

Silence.

Your chest tightened, and for once, you had nothing to say.

When the gathering ended, you caught up with him under the soft glow of bioluminescent vines.

“Hey,” you said.

He looked down at you. “You were going to fight again.”

You shrugged. “Old habits.”

“You do not need to fight here.”

“I always need to fight,” you muttered. “It’s who I am.”

“No,” he said, stepping closer. “It is what you were made to be. But it is not all that you are.”

You stared at him, heart thudding, unsure what to do with how gentle his voice sounded.

He touched your mohawk lightly, fingers brushing the stiff, dyed strands like they were sacred. “You are fierce. Beautiful. Loud. And yet… you are soft where it matters.”

Your face flushed. “That’s not very punk of me.”

“I like it.”

You looked up at him, eyes sharp. “You like a lot of things about me lately.”

“I do.”

You swallowed. “That’s dangerous.”

“Good,” he said. “I like danger.”

Then he kissed you. Not fast. Not wild. But slow—like he was learning your edges one moment at a time. Like he wanted to know all the reasons you’d built your armor, just so he could take it off piece by piece.

You didn’t say anything after.

Just leaned your head against his chest, letting the jungle breathe around you.

Somewhere behind you, your music player clicked to the next track.

Tsu’tey tilted his head at the distorted guitar spilling out.

“What is this one called?”

You smiled against his shoulder. “Anarchy in the U.K.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “I like this song.”

You grinned. “You would.”

You told yourself it was just a kiss.

Okay, maybe not just a kiss. It was a “change your molecular structure” kind of kiss. A “forget your own name but remember his” kind of kiss.

And now you had a problem.

Because the next morning, you woke up to three Omaticaya teens watching you from the tree platform next to your hut. Whispering. Giggling. One of them made a kissing noise as you stretched.

You flipped them off and went back inside.

By mid-afternoon, the rumors had evolved into full-blown jungle wildfire.

You caught fragments of it everywhere.

“She kissed him under the glowing tree.”

“She challenged a warrior last week—Tsu’tey likes the dangerous ones.”

“Her hair is a weapon.”

“I heard she put spikes in her boots on purpose.”

You growled and yanked a vine curtain closed behind you, nearly breaking it.

“You alright?” said a voice behind you.

Tsu’tey. Of course.

You turned to find him leaning against the carved archway of your hut, arms crossed over his chest, cool as ever.

“No, I’m not alright,” you said. “Your people are nosey. And loud. And apparently bored enough to dissect my love life like it’s a field hunt.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Our love life?”

You froze. Then groaned.

“Don’t say it like that. You’re gonna make it real.”

“It is real.”

That stopped you cold.

Tsu’tey stepped forward, voice dropping. “You kissed me.”

“Yeah, and now the whole clan thinks we’re bonded for life.”

“Would that be so terrible?” he asked, serious now. Eyes locked on yours.

You stared at him. “Okay, first of all, I am not a ‘life bond’ kind of girl. I’m a ‘don’t touch my music player and maybe I won’t punch you’ kind of girl.”

He leaned in, close enough to feel the heat off his skin. “But you let me touch your music.”

You hated that your pulse jumped.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered.

“You are angry,” he replied.

“I’m embarrassed, actually. There’s a difference.”

Tsu’tey reached out, thumb brushing along your jaw. “Let them talk. They are not the ones I want.”

You tilted your head. “You sure about that? I’m a walking scandal. You could have someone soft. Peaceful. Not someone who once told Mo’at to ‘get off my case.’”

“I do not want peaceful,” he said. “I want you.”

Your heart gave a very un-punk flutter.

“…Okay, but if this gets me exiled, you’re carrying my gear.”

He chuckled, low and rough. “Agreed.”

That night, he walked with you through the village. Not holding hands—he wasn’t the type—but close enough to let everyone see it.

The whispers started again. Some respectful. Some shocked. Some envious.

You rolled your eyes, but Tsu’tey didn’t so much as blink.

Later, as you sat near the edge of a tree platform overlooking the forest, you nudged him with your knee.

“You know this is only going to get messier, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re still in?”

He looked out into the jungle. “I have fought for many things. But this… you… I will fight with.”

You looked at him, at the warrior who’d once terrified you. Who now felt like safety and fire all at once.

And for once, you didn’t have a snarky comeback.

Just a hand on his knee. Just the silence between two people who weren’t running anymore.

And in the distance, someone was absolutely still whispering about you.

But you didn’t care.

———

[rayassecretlife]

So this is love?

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam sully x Fem!omaticaya!reader

PLEASE READ PART 1, PART 2, AND PART 3 BEFORE READING THIS.

Summary: After the long loving night you shared with Neteyam, it was time to go back home to the clan and tell them the news, but you also had to deal with your father.

Warning(s): Mentions of ab*se, Self h*arm and death, mature language, mentions of pregnancy, mature content, choking

“Neteyam?” You call as you walk further through the forest, listening to the trees blow in the dangerously silent wind. You had just woken up moments ago but it was still night, forest darker then it had been before you got there which was weird because the forest was anything but dark. “Neteyam!” You yell but receive no answer, calling to your Ikran but she was nowhere to be found.

A tall silhouette came into view making you sigh in relief, walking up to it slowly with one last call to his name. You smiled as he began to turn around, just a few feet away from his body.

“Nete-“ Your once love filled eyes turned into pure fear as the silhouette turned, gripping your neck in their hand as their face started to become clear to your eyes. “D-dad” You couldn’t breath, his hand was too tight against your neck and only got tighter, staring at you with the most hateful look you’d ever seen.

You choked out a cry as you clawed his hand, but he wouldn’t let you go—your breath getting caught in your throat quickly. “Y/N” a voice called faintly but it wasn’t your fathers, your mind not even processing it as you struggled to breath. “Y/N” the voice repeated, your vision starting to get foggy. “Y/N!”

With a blink of an eye you found yourself gasping for air in a whole new area, hand clasping at your chest with every shaky breath. “Y/N, look at me, Sweet girl” you jumped as you felt hands touch the small of your back, still gasping for air as you looked toward the figure. “It’s okay, I’m right here” you looked at your mate mortified, eyes widening at him without you even noticing. “Come here”

He pulled you into him and you soon began to cry, his hand grabbing yours to place against his heart. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that, Baby”

“I-I-“ he shushes you once more, hand stroking your hair gently as you continued to cry, holding onto him the hardest you ever could. “He almost killed me…”

“It was just a nightmare, Ma’Tìyawn. Nothing will happen to you while I’m here” His words are as true as Eywa herself, his comforting arms only tightening around you. Another day, another nightmare—this was nothing new to either of you. It hurt him horribly to see you so scared, feeling all the emotions you felt in your dream because your queues were still connected. “Don’t cry, beautiful girl. I’ve got you”

You wanted to apologize but you knew what he’d say so you bit your tongue, resting your head against his chest. You sigh as you felt his tail hook your leg, his hands roaming your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

“It felt so real… his hands—god, his hands, Nete” Neteyam didn’t want to hear of it any longer, shushing you once again in hopes you’d leave it alone. He was more worried about what was to come, how you two would soon walk home to the clan mated.

“As long as I’m still breathing, nothing will ever hurt you again, you hear me?” He lifts your face into his hands, eyes sincere with plead and you nod, wiping away your tears. “Let me deal with him when we get back, yeah?”

You remembered… the fact no one knew this had happened—that you had to explain it to them soon, just as you were to walk into high camp. You were nervous but you knew this is what everyone wanted, they wanted you to be Tsahìk. It was so much pressure. You didn’t know how to be Tsahìk, or even act like one—lessons with Neytiri and Mo’at we’re gonna be a long process.

“My love, your nervous” you look beside you and realize where you two had connected, head ducking down slightly once you realized he could feel everything you felt. His hand calmly rested in yours, thumb caressing over your skin. “Do you…have regrets?” He hesitantly asked and you quickly shook your head.

“No, of course not. I’m afraid I won’t be the Tsahìk they want me to be. I’ll fail…” He watches you closely as you reach down to your queues, thumb brushing over the root of them with a sigh. It was a terrifying feeling, falling in love and actually pursuing it. You had no idea how to give him what he needed, how to be the leader he needed you to be.

“I don’t want to worry about that now” His voice interrupts your thoughts and you look up, watching his lips peak into a small smile. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise” Eywa, how beautiful he was. His eyes always seemed to sooth you, always so sincere when he spoke to you. He wanted you to feel comfortable, safe whenever you touched. He would never let anyone lay a finger on you again.

“Can we stay here a little longer? Just… alone?” He smiles and nods his head, laying back onto the grass with his arm open to you which you happily accept. He can feel your nerves relax as soon as you lay your head against his chest. You didn’t want to think about the future either, just wanted to stay with him for as long as you could. His fingers began to stroke through your long hair and you couldn’t help but stare up at him, admiring his features without saying anything.

You swore you could fall back asleep just in his arms. You felt so weightless, like nothing could even get close to you as long as he was with you. You felt safe. “Your so pretty, Nete” The words slip from your mouth but before you could react he lets out a small chuckle, shaking his head.

“It still feels surreal. I’m mated to the most beautiful girl on pandora” You push his face with a laugh, hiding your head in his chest so he wouldn’t see your burning cheeks. You were laughing but he truly was being serious. He waited so long for this moment, spending so many days debating on whether it would come true or not. This was his dream. “Kids gonna be so pretty, I’m gonna have to fight off any boy that tries to fuck with our daughter”

Your laugh slowly dies down and he looks at you slightly worried he had taken it too far, his ears falling back against his head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“How many do you want?” You ask, fingertips tracing circling over his chest. You could tell he was still on edge, but he knew you meant it. You always wanted kids—always talked about how well you’d treat them because of how you had been treated growing up. You wanted to give them a good life, good parents.

“A lot” He lets out a nervous laugh but your indistinct giggle is enough for him to lighten up, your eyes meeting his with a smile. “Like… four? Five?” Neteyam was always a family man. He wanted to treat his children the same way you did, and had the motive to treat them better then his father treated him and his brother. He needed a big family—it’s where he belonged.

“Boys and girls?” He nods his head instantly. “So if we have five, how many girls do you want?”

“I want three girls and two boys, but I want the oldest to be a boy” You smile, he wants girls. you couldn’t help but look at him in awe—admiring how his eyes lit up when he talked about it. “I don’t want a lot of boys… stresses you out” He notices your eyes on him mid sentence, a small smile appearing on his lips with a laugh. “What?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. Your just so cute, wanting a family with me and all” You snuggle into him, heart full at the sentence you had just said. You and Neteyam… parents? Oh Eywa, it sounded so good. “I used to stay up all night dreaming of this. Just the two of us, you know?” His heart is doing backflips, stomach filling with butterflies at your words.

“Eywa, I’m so in love with you” You smile against his neck, pressing a small kiss against his jaw. You could cry just over your relationship. You’d never felt so safe, so calm in another’s arms. Your mate would admit his love for you in a heartbeat, over and over if you needed him to. “As much as I love being here with you, they have been paging me all night” You notice his pager against his necklace, letting out a small sigh before nodding.

“I’m just nervous… it’ll be okay” you reassure him but before you could get up, he cupped your face, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips. It felt like his way of telling you it would be alright, and that he wouldn’t let anything ruin this day for you both.

“Don’t be nervous, Syulang. The people love you. Plus, we need to move into our own cave now, huh?” A smirk appeared across his lips and you rolled your eyes, pushing him. “All alone, every night… man, we’ll have 5 kids in no time-“

“Neteyam!” You cover his mouth and he only laughs, watching your face turn into a mug. “Not funny”

“Really? Cause with what happened last night…” His hand reaches down between you, pressing onto your stomach with a smile. “We’ve already started”

The two of you made it back to the village about 15 minutes after, Neteyam’s hand locked into yours just waiting for someone to see. You hoped it was Neytiri, knowing how badly she had been rooting for you guys. She would be the easiest.

“Neteyam!” Oh no. The little voice calls to your mate, running up to the two of you with the biggest smile on her face. You knew she’d draw so much attention, and now you were royally fucked.

“Tuk, did you see him-“ Neytiri’s eyes fall on the sight before her, her pupils lighting up with excitement. She made her way to you, pulling you into a tight hug with her hand soothing your back, whispering little reassuring things into your ear. “Great mother… you are mated?”

You nod and she almost shrieks out of excitement, the clan now coming to see what had been happening. Neteyam grabbed your hand and pulled you further, walking to the people who had been coming to you. Only one person stood out.

Mo’at.

“My sweet grandchild, I am never wrong!” She pulls you into a hug and you laugh, wrapping your arms tight around her. “I was hoping that’s where you went, boy. You’ve been ignoring us all night!” He laughs, hugging an arm around her while she still hugged you.

“Does this mean we have a Tsahìk?” Tuk’s little voice asks and the family all looks at each other, Neteyam’s hand squeezing your own. The simple nod of your head makes the clan cheer, and you couldn’t help but smile. You were nervous, but these were your people.

“You can’t keep me in here forever, sully! I’ll find my fucking daughter!” Your head turned at your fathers loud voice, almost jumping from your mates grasp. He placed a hand against the back of your head, squeezing your hand.

“Hey, hey” He soothes, turning your head to face him. “I’m right here, your safe. Your safe now” Neytiri smiles at you two, giving mo’at a slight look. Neytiri taught Neteyam to protect you growing up, but now? Great mother, nothing was getting passed him. “I’m going to deal with it, okay? I’ll be back”

He kisses your head before you could say anything, voice hesitant as you watched your mate walk toward the caves where the yelling came from. You hated that you felt so empty without him next to you, now biting your lip to try and stop your nerves from getting the best of you.

“Come, child” Mo’at grabs your hand and you turn to face her with slightly widening eyes, watching her face soften. “It is okay, he will handle everything” Neytiri’s hand cups the small of your back, giving you a reassuring look. “I will show you to your new cave—that is, if your looking to-“

“Yes. We are” Neytiri smiles, noticing how you’d lightened up when she soothed you. “I will follow you” And you did just that. Mo’at did you a solid giving you one of the more deserted Caves that happened to be bigger then most. Only the best for her grandchildren, right?

You enter the cave and almost instantly fall in love. It was a beautiful cave under the trees, and it had an opening on the back wall which looked out onto the waterfall behind your new home. You imagined it all here, the moment you’d bring home your first child.

“Do you like it?” Mo’at doesn’t miss how your eyes begin to water, her hand rubbing your shoulder with a small smile. “Sweet child, don’t cry” it was bittersweet. You grew up in a broken home with a broken family, The Sully’s being the only thing you ever had—and now, you were soon to become the Tsahìk of your clan and live a normal life with the boy you loved. You couldn’t believe it was real.

“I love it, Mo’at. I—oh, Eywa” You sniffle, wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. “Thank you… thank you both so much” you couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful water, remembering you still had to take a bath due to last nights events. Neytiri must’ve known what you were thinking because she almost instantly reassured you.

“We will give you time to get used to your new home. Let us know if you need help grabbing things from your old one, okay?” She combs your hair and you nod, giving her a small smile.

Soon enough, the two mother figures left the cave to go on about their day, most likely planning something much bigger for you and Neteyam later on. The only thing that had been holding Neteyam back from becoming Olo’Eyktan, was the fact he didn’t have a mate. Now that he did, you knew things would move fairly quick.

You let the water take you as you walk into the small waterfall stream, the loud crashes of the water somewhat soothing you in the fact you had been alone. You could still feel Neteyam’s hands against you, and his voice in your ear. You must’ve been losing it. This mate bond was far too strong.

Neteyam on the other hand, but standing right behind you with his eyes flush just taking in your perfect body. He was mesmerized by your looks, your voice, your hair, hell—even the way you smelled. You were so beautiful.

“Need some help with that?” He asks as you try to wet your back, body quickly turning toward the loving accent you were so fond of. Your eyes were big with excitement and he loved every second of it—pulling you into his arms so you’d wrap your legs around his waist. “I was only gone for 30 minutes”

“30 minutes too long, Mr. Sully” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you into a kiss. You felt your queues connect, eyes squeezing shut at the still fairly new feeling. “Did you see the cave? It’s so beautiful, Tey. We have a waterfall and-“

Neteyam watched in awe as you continued to ramble about your new life, only imagining what things are gonna be like from now on, what it would soon be like once you two started a family. He imagined you would be even more beautiful then before, pregnant and carrying his child? After years of feelings hidden away, you two were finally one—and he couldn’t wait to start a family with you.

“I love you, Syulang” He blurts out and you stop talking, looking at him while your cheeks burned with heat. He lifted his head toward you, still holding you up with his hands—pressing a passionate kiss to your lips.

Everytime your lips touched, you’d get lost in yourself. You’d forget where you even were whenever he was with you. You don’t know what came over you, but one hand set on the back of his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss while your other hand roamed his chest.

“My love, Not right now but later” Fuck. He knew you so well. You whine against his lips, tugging his hair gently back, earning a small moan from his lips. “You make it real hard to stay on task, Pretty girl”

Just as you were about to reply, the sudden snap of a twig caught your attention quickly, and your head snapped toward the direction it came from, pulling away from Neteyam’s grasp. Was someone watching you?

“Let her go!” Your mother yells, your now bleeding body fallen onto the dirty under you. Your father continued to beat you, objects cutting you and leaving bruises

“Daddy…” you tried to wipe your tears, you tried to stay strong like your mother had told you, but you couldn’t when your body had been this destroyed. Your were 9, it wasn’t your fault.

It wasn’t your fault

It wasn’t your fault

At this point, he was trying to take in the many cuts and bruises along your back, placing a soothing hand against your body. Your ears stood tall as you searched for what made that noise, up until he engulfed your body against his.

“Can we check it out—what if-“

“It’s not him, baby. He’s locked away. He can’t hurt you” You didn’t believe him. You didn’t believe that your father would leave you alone because you knew he’d find a way. He always finds a way. “My love, you can’t stay this way forever”

His hand softly caressed your stomach under the water and you couldn’t help but close your eyes, letting a small tear roll down your cheeks. That fact only made you cry, the fact he could hurt your child if he got out… it terrified you.

“I’m sorry” He shushes you, turning you towards him and pulling you back into his chest, your head laying in the crook of his neck. You felt like such a burden. You didn’t want neteyam to have to deal with this, you wanted him to be able to love you easily.

But Neteyam didn’t care that you were harder to love. He didn’t care that you woke him up every night because of your nightmares, he didn’t care when you zoned out because of your memories—he loved you. His broken hearted girl, he loved you so much.

You were all he needed, and he wanted every part of you.

Just a little cute ending to the series that started me off. Excuse the inactivity 🩵

Taglist: @doggyteam2028 @luvagirlsworld @mashiromochi @angelsamor @neytirishottie @lu-the-ghost-reader @jakescumdump @myh3artttt @rinizitos @luz15sstuff @lalamac125 @countryandsweetbabygirl @queenmizuki @sunnysolhaze

Sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged, the tag list is a copy n paste of my other post ://

[puddle-nerd]

The Magic Touch

Summary: Apparently the Na’vi had an erogenous zone at the base of their tails. Go figure. It now explained why Jake was always grabbing Neytiri’s tail. That horny f– (Tsu’tey/Female Avatar Reader)

Prompt #8 for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Tail Play, Female Reader, Na’vi/Avatar Female Reader, Na’vi Biology, Na’vi Language, Omatikaya | Blue Flute Clan, Established Relationship, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Na’vi Translation:

Nìsyep sìltsan, vrrtep – so good and tight, little demon (this one is stolen from @pandoraslxna)

Tewng — loincloth

Yawne – beloved

Zakru — a gigantic creatures that live with the Zeswa Clan in the Upper Plains and akin to the Earth’s elephant

There’s one line in here where the reader speaks English and it’s highlighted in green with ~ on either end, just FYI.

AO3 Link

You swatted at Tsu’tey, giggling as you stretched your Avatar’s lithe striped legs further and managed to run past him only to yelp as you felt his hand wrap around your tail and drag you back into him. You squealed once more as your legs and his tangled together and the two of you fell forward in a pile of limbs, rolling a bit over the grassy ground until you both came to a stop. Shifting onto your knees, Tsu’tey settled himself into the lush vegetation and you both grinned before you leaned down to kiss him.

Only to squeal when you felt his hand wrap around the base of your tail, his thumb pressing into a cluster of nerves on the underside.

The warrior’s grin turned into a lecherous smirk as he rubbed his thumb carefully over that soft spot, watching as sensation that was similar to having your sensitive nipples or your clit tweaked crawl up your spine.

Apparently the Na’vi had an erogenous zone at the base of their tails.

Go figure.

It now explained why Jake was always grabbing Neytiri’s tail.

That horny fucker.

As if she could get any further pregnant already.

“Feels good, no?” Tsu’tey’s voice snapped you back to reality as he pressed his thumb gently into the nerve cluster once more, drawing a quiet mewl from your throat. You nodded, feeling heat sink low into your belly. He chuckled, his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, musing aloud, “I wonder if I could get you to finish just by this alone.” You shook your head but then realized your mistake as he raised a brow bone, having accidently rendered a challenge. “You doubt me, ma’yawne?”

“Nooo,” you moaned, your legs trembling as he circled his thumb over the base of your tail, rubbing the little spot that had shivers racing up and down your spine. “But I want you entirely.”

Tsu’tey sniggered and suddenly yanked your tail, the pleasure highlighting with a spark of pain just enough to heighten the sensations. “Perhaps,” he hummed, “but first, this.” He gripped your hips to make sure you didn’t settle your weight upon him determined to see if he could in fact get you off with just the erogenous zone at the base of your tail. He pressed and rubbed at that spot, watching you shiver and listening as you released continuous whimpers, rutting your tail into his eager hand, his ego slowly but steadily inflating, much like his cock beneath you. You wanted to grind against him, your slick building between your thighs and coating the inside of your tewng into a sticky mess. You noticed his flat nose flare before he teased, “I can smell you, ma’yawne.”

“Please, ma’Tsu’tey,” you whined, again trying to grind down upon your lover’s erection only to be thwarted by his tight grip on your hip. “I need you. Feel so empty.”

“Greedy, vrrtep,” he laughed but pushed you up to undo both of your tewngs. You nearly sobbed in relief as you virtually slammed yourself down upon him, welcoming his ribbed shaft into your warm, wet depths. He groaned, “Greedy indeed. Nìsyep sìltsan, vrrtep” In retaliation, he pressed his thumb into the base of your tail once more, causing your inner walls to flutter and clench upon his length, drawing the pointed tip deeper into your channel. “You are close, ma’yawne. I can feel it in the way your cunt clings to me.” You leaned down, sliding your pussy up his length to nearly the tip so you could also bite down upon his shoulder. He grunted and pushed your hips back down to meet his own, both of you groaning in pleasure.

“More, ma’Tsu’tey,” you begged, switching to English. “~You always make me feel so good.~”

Your lover complied, sitting up slightly and helping you to rock back and forth over his pelvis, his cock stimulating you with the movements, making you cling to him. The heat was building up within your cunt as the ridges decorating the underside of his shaft rubbed your gummy walls with every movement. Your slick was leaking out of you to trickle down his pelvis and slowly watering the lush grass beneath his backside. His one hand resumed its place at the base of your tail and suddenly yanked. You wailed as your climax slammed into you like a rampaging Zakru, your nails biting into your lover’s shoulders as your cunt clamped down upon him voraciously, drawing him to pump you full of his seed.

Tsu’tey laid back and allowed you to cuddle into his scarred chest, swallowing tightly as you kissed the whitish markings where the bullets had nearly taken his life. He pressed his lips to your forehead and you reveled together in the closeness.

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Originally Posted: 21 December 2023

Word Count: 798

AO3 Link

[sulieykte]

𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆

Pairing: Dilf!Jake Sully x Fem!Omatikaya Reader Warnings: explicit smut, thigh riding, age gap, daddy kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, corruption, power imbalance, a nice little mix of praise and degradation, not a single hint of plot. Word Count: 1.2k a/n: this is probably a surprise to everyone including me who didn't intend to write it until @andraga12 and @jakexneytiri got me riled up about dilf Jake. Inspired by nasty - russ (blame andra) and oxytocin - billie eilish, I'd recommend listening to either or both while reading. So in honour of fathers day, here's some thigh riding with dilf!jake. Click to join my taglist. Requests are open.

Half moons indent the skin of his back where your fingers grasp to steady yourself, and if it pains him he doesn’t show it. His face is unchanged since the first orgasm he’d forced you to ride out and his refusal to help you in your endeavour still standing as you neared your fourth.

His heavy lidded gaze had barely strayed from your face since the moment he’d dragged you down onto his thigh, his five fingered hand catching your jaw when you’d tried to look away, commanding that your eyes didn’t leave his. And who were you to refuse? You were a warrior in your own right, but he was your Olo’eyktan, the man who’d led your father in battle against the Sky People. 

“Come here, baby.” When the foreign word had left his tongue, you’d repeated it softly, baby, brow furrowing as you tried to place its meaning, but nevertheless you had done as you were told. Obedient as you always were, you’d crossed the Marui with no idea what the next hour would hold for you.

“Jake– I can’t.” Your slick coating his thigh made the slide easy, but the ache of your swollen bud and the burn that had started in your thighs had now reached your hips. Your hips don’t stop their circling, even as you complain because despite it all, despite the shame that showed in the blush that coated your cheeks and neck, you wanted what he had promised. “Please Jake, I-I just want–”

“Jake?” He tilts his head, a smile crossing his lips that you can’t help but return, even as he tenses his thigh underneath you, a gasp replacing your attempt to correct your mistake and call him by the name he’d asked, that you aren’t even sure you remember anymore.

“D-Daddy? Please.”

“What else could you want, baby? Daddy’s being so good to you, letting you use his thigh like this.” He shakes his head, his thumb catching a tear before it could reach the corner of your lips. “And you look so pretty doing it, it feels good doesn’t it?” You whimper as his fingers dig into your hips, the first aid he’s given you. “You’re doing such a good job, just one more, baby.”

You nod in assent. You could do one more, but he'd said that before the last, and the one before that. He’d stood firm each time, no matter how much you begged and cried for him to give you his cock, never relenting as he leant back on his arms, watching you writhe over him with a look you would usually only associate with hunger.

Finding new pressure in the way he urges your hips back and forth along the length of his thigh, his leg bouncing to meet the pace he set. You clench around nothing, heartbeat throbbing at your aching clit. It’s not enough and you can’t hold on for much longer. He tuts as your head falls into his neck, tears soaking his skin as you fall into the embrace. 

His movements stop and you feel your high ripped away and any attempt to chase it hindered by his bruising grip on your hips stilling your frantic attempts to roll your hips.

“What did daddy tell you, huh?” His voice is so low, you feel it vibrate against your chest. “Told’ya you needed to look him in the eyes, didn’t he?” You nod against his neck, sniffling against his skin, not quite ready to leave the comfort it provided. “Don’t tell me your going all shy on me now, not when you’re so close. You want daddy’s cock, don’t you? Why should daddy give you his cock if you can’t follow one simple instruction?”

“N-No.” Your voice comes out much less sure than you intended as you exit your hiding place. “I can, m’sorry daddy. please.” Your voice breaks through the sobs that wrack your form as you tighten your thighs around his, doing anything you can do to chase the pressure your clit craves. 

It’s not enough, his hands releasing their grasp on your hips to hook under your thighs. Time slows, heat rushing your veins as his fingertips inch close enough that your core throbs, hips stuttering forward in anticipation of his touch which never arrives as he pulls your legs apart, denying you any friction. You meet his eyes, blood rushing to your head at the intensity of his gaze.

He seems happy with this, as you flush under his attention and release his hold, your body shuddering at the loss of sensation even as it’s replaced with hard muscle. 

“Baby, you’ve been doing so well for me. Lookin’ so beautiful dripping all over my thigh.” His tail wraps around your waist, pulling you in closer as he reaches to push back a strand of hair that had become stuck to your face by sweat and tears. “Daddy loves watching you, sweet thing. You were so close weren’t you?” You nod, tears falling freely, heavy as they land on his chest. “Go ahead baby girl, let me hear you.”

Your heart races as you nod, rolling your hips as fast as your aching muscles allow. He catches your face in his hand, his thumb running along your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open to let your sweet moans free. “That’s it baby, come on you can do it.” You gasp as he tenses his thigh beneath you, his tail rocking you along as you run your cunt along his leg, your slick dripping onto the ground beneath you. “It feels so good doesn’t it?” 

“Y-Yes daddy, feels–” Your breath catches, a whimper replacing any words, your mind struggling to gather a single thought as the tension builds in your stomach. Breath unsteady as you near your release. 

He laughs, it sounds warm but his eyes are glazed with lust as he watches your mouth open and close in search of the words you want to tell him. “It’s that good, huh? Too fucked out and you haven’t even had daddy’s cock yet. Baby, if this is too much for you, I don’t know if you can handle it.”

You open your mouth to tell him that you can, you can and you will because he promised and you’d been so good. But the coil snaps, thighs convulsing as your release rushes over you, drenching both of your thighs. His eyes never leave your face as you come undone, cries filling the Marui with no regard for who might hear until your throat has little more left to give.

Body spent, you fall forward, tears streaked face pressing into his neck, surprised when he doesn’t admonish you and instead pulls you further into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling you into his embrace. 

“Baby, you did so good. Listened to daddy so well.” He pressed a soft kiss against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyelids are heavy, it’s so warm, so safe in his arms it would be so easy to allow sleep to take you. “My patient girl, you deserve a reward.”

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[askinkiskarma]

[neteyamslovrr]

MORNINGS WITH YOU

summary: just cute mornings with you, young dilf jake and the little kids

contents: just straight fluff, fem!omatikaya reader, 800 words

authors note: i've actually never written a jake fic before, mostly because i had a rlly hard time trying to. BUT i tried so hopefully its fun and fantasic

The way Jake continued to love and care for you more and more each day made your heart swell. His deep yet sweet voice that whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you both woke up for the day.

His rough hands gently caressing the curve of your hips, his fingers dancing along the stretch marks that marked the love you shared and created together.

Soft peppered kisses on your neck that travelled down to your collarbone as he grinned, looking up at you with hazy eyes. “G’morning Hun.” He’d mumble his touch slowly bringing you out of your slumber.

Rubbing your eyes adjusting to the bright light, you groaned and stretched. Small hands perching on his broad chest as his body rumbled with a chuckle. “Morning Jake” You say softly, the affect of sleep having its fun on your tone.

“The kids will be up soon.” His voice is still soft, a hand running through your hair as he pick you up to lay on his bare chest. He’s just so…warm. You could stay and sleep on him all day.

“Don’t wanna wake up yet.” A pout stretching across your face as you crook your neck just to look at him. His eyes were sparkling in the sun, thick hair hanging in his face as a small grin adorns it.

“You’re already up honey…c’mon you big baby” He’ll grunt and pick you up as you sigh, slumping on his shoulder as your eyes still fall heavy from the need to lay in your warm cozy cot once again.

“They’re not even awake yet…please Jake just ten more minutes.” You look at him, his arms holding you around his waist. A huge pout on your face, and just a tiny yawn to get your point across.

Jake feels his heart thump. Oh you were just so adorable. His beautiful mate, so fragile, yet so strong. All his and he was all yours. “Hmm maybe…just for a little bit longer okay?”

You rejoice, a large toothy grin. Pecking his soft lips as Jake starts to lay back down onto the bed again.

Only to be interrupted by the sound of one of your little one’s crying. Mother’s intuition, you knew it was Lo’ak. He’d always cry when he woke up, even if he was already two, and he was most certainly not meant to do that.

He would always cry out for his momma when he woke up. “Momma!! Momma!!” His high pitch cries immediately make both and you and Jake’s ears perk up.

“I’ll get him” You say softly smiling at Jake.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to sleep?” Jake tilted his head, hand once again touching you hip as you sat up on the edge of the bed.

Shaking your head you head towards Lo’ak. His cot, Neteyam and Kiri’s all in a separated part of your tent. “Oh good morning my little man” You coo towards Lo’ak immediately picking him up.

“Momma!” He’ll cry again sniffling in your hair as you rock him softly.

Jake followed behind you. Smiling at the way you held Lo’ak so tenderly. You had mothers touch, calming him within seconds.

Neteyam and Kiri had stirred from the noise, and both groaned. Kiri simply turned her little body over, grumbling in her sleep.

Jake came up behind you, hands firmly on your hips as he smiled at Lo’ak. “Hey buddy, you were all sad were you?” His voice soft and gentle.

Lo’ak sniffled shaking his head. “Mummy wanted mummy” Jake nods with a puffed out smile.

“I see I see.” Jake chuckles, a comforting hand on Lo’ak’s head. “Mummys here now isn’t she?” Lo’ak nodded happily. His little hands squeezing into your shoulder, drool on your shoulder as he gave you a kiss.

Jake walks around so he can face you, staring down at how utterly beautiful you were.

“what is it?” You ask looking up at Jake, still rocking Lo’ak in your arms.

“Just admiring” He chuckles, hand on your cheek as he leans in to kiss you. It’s gentle and loving. His lips soft as he moved your hair behind your eye. “So beautiful.”

“Shut up” you blushed giggling. Even after all these years he still made you feel like a girl having her first crush.

“Never” He replied, another soft peck to your lips. “I’ll make breakfast okay?”

You nodded. “Thankyou my love.” You’ll whisper as you realise Lo’ak had fallen asleep on your shoulder again.

Jake smiles, a loving tap to your hip as he walked towards the main part of the hut. “No problem beautiful.”

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reblogs + replies super duper appreciated, i love you all thanku sm for reading <33

[smile-skxawng]

I needed to see Jake more in this outfit 🥺😭 Lowkey wanted more RDA jake moments training in his Avatar. Also I'm a slut for rolled up sleeves 😔

But just imagine doing the nasty with jake in this outfit 🤐

Just look at his arms 💀 those veins ...

[mcverse]

Sneak peek of Part 3 — out now

You remain silent, lost in your thoughts, prompting Jake's concern to deepen. His voice carries a hint of worry as he shares the repercussions of your actions. "Neteyam won't continue your training after yesterday's incident," he reveals, his brows furrowing with a tinge of disappointment. Your gaze drifts absentmindedly behind him, and he glances over his shoulder, visibly relieved to find only Spider standing there, a silent pillar of support from a distance.

In an attempt to bridge the gap and offer solace, Jake reaches up and places his hand on top of your head, gently aligning your eyes with his. His next words carry both reassurance and understanding. "I will take over your training," he states. The weight of his words sinks in, accompanied by a mix of apprehension and hope.

A frown etches itself upon your face, and you bow your head, tears welling up in your eyes. Your voice trembles as you whisper, your words laden with self-blame, "I'm sorry... I messed up." The weight of your mistake presses down on you, filling you with a profound sense of regret.

Jake shakes his head, his expression unwavering yet brimming with empathy. "Hey, hey!" he interjects, his voice soothing. In an instant, he envelops you in a warm embrace, an embrace that feels remarkably paternal. Tears stream down your cheeks as his hand rubs gentle circles on your back, offering comfort and reassurance. "Don't say that," he murmurs softly. "It's not your fault."

Nestled against his chest, you find comfort in his words, but the weight of guilt remains. Amidst the ebb and flow of tears, you speak amidst a mix of emotions, "But it is. I shouldn't have gone. Kiri wouldn't be hurt, and everyone wouldn't be so angry."

The embrace tightens, further offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. Jake's voice carries a gentle tone as he emphasizes the importance of everyone's well-being. "What's important is that neither of you are seriously injured," he asserts, his arms loosening their hold as he gently steps back. With a tender touch, he lifts your chin, delicately wiping away the tears staining your cheeks. "No blame to anyone, okay?" he adds, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know it's tough, but you're a tough girl, and we are so proud of you."

A small hiccup escapes you as you try to compose yourself. "We?" you inquire, your voice laced with curiosity and vulnerability.

Jake chuckles warmly, his hand releasing your face and playfully tousling your hair. Despite the urge to swat his hand away, you let it be, savoring the lighthearted moment. "Everyone," he replies, a fondness evident in his voice. "Me, Max, Norm, Kiri, Spider, Lo'ak..." He pauses, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous glint before continuing, "Speaking of Lo'ak, he's grounded."

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[avatarl0v3r]

Pink + White Series | Navigation

summary: a few years after the death of neytiri, jake struggles raising the kids alone while trying to find peace, and balancing being olo’eyktan, he says he’ll never love another woman until he meets a free spirited, carefree, stubborn scientist who just came to pandora to study the fauna and flora.

warnings/notes: angst, fluff, strong language, mentions of death, blood and/or mentions of blood, time skips, y/n is black in this story and will be described as such if thats a issue leave or image her looking differently

Pairings: JakexFem!Human/Avatar Reader

side notes: the reader is 25 while jake is 35 (jake is 43 in atwow so i aged him down a bit so it made sense) so there’s age gap, tuk is 2-3 years old, neteyam is 9-10 years old and so on and so forth

number of phases: 1/6 ON HOLD

PHASE ONE: Pink + White

recommend to listen to pink + white by frank ocean

phase one summary: jake slowly falls in love with the reader, and slowly trying to find peace in the fact he is slowly falling in love all over again, and that it’s okay to move on from neytiri

why the song “pink + white”: i picked the song because of the outro, it reminded me of how i wanted to end phase one of this story to move onto phase two, i feel like the lyrics “bitch i might like immortality. This is life, life immortality” is jake accepting the fact that he fell in love again, and remembering what it was like to truly be happy

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five | coming soon

PHASE TWO | PRIDE.

recommend to listen to PRIDE. by kendrick lamar

summary: after being together for awhile the reader notices jake is acting strange, and is being very secretive about certain things one being their relationship which no one knows about, the kids mention something that makes her look at him differently…maybe she’s just overreacting…right?

why the song PRIDE.: i love kendrick lamar and this song not only made me think of how i wanted to end this phase but also start the phase and just the overall summary of what the songs about, “love will put you in the dirt, but pride will infect your mind and tear apart your spirit, harming you, as well as others”. and in the song kendrick talks about his lack of trust in people and humanity, in this phase that mainly being the readers lack of trust in people.

part one | coming soon

part two | coming soon

part three | coming soon

part four | coming soon

part five | coming soon

part six | coming soon

part seven | coming soon

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[anemonelovesfiction]

Kinktober 2- Eating out

Neytiri x Avatar Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Literally in the title… hehehe

I have decided not to use Y/n in here- although it was hard for me not to, but I have also mostly written this chapter in Neytiri’s P.O.V and that was also a challenge? Hope you enjoy!

Where there is a small line break, the POV changes to reader :)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Translation Station

Olo’eyktan: Clan leader is

Ma’tsmuke: My sister

Tawtute: Sky person (Human)

Vrrtep: Demon

Iknimaya: Rite of passage

Sturmbeest: some animal they eat idk ( the word itself is not in Na’Vi … the Na’Vi word is talioang)

Word count: 4.2K

I’d taken it upon myself to remove myself from the given situation and not embarrass myself further. I had no real reason to have been upset with how friendly she was being with Jake, she had every right to be friendly with whomever she deemed necessary, but there was a foreign feeling in my chest as I watched them interact with one another and in my mind, me leaving was the perfect solution. In this way I could fake being tired and leave with my dignity intact and not be forced to watch the two become even closer than what they were.

There was something about an eligible Olo’eyktan that sparked interests in many females in the tribe, and sure she had gone through the same intense rigorous training that he had, and sure she too had become one of the people, but she hung out with Jake often and it was pretty much a clear sign that the two would attempt to mate and have half-breed children to fill the empty holes of the warriors and family we had lost.

But of course, instead of heading up the spirals of our newer home tree, I headed off to the spirit tree, making sure to thank Seze through our bond before disconnecting. Making my way toward the strange petals that dropped down- strange in the sense that they differed from any other leaf on any other tree here- but similar to me all the same. I grab a gentle hold of my kuru, swinging it around my shoulder and connecting it to the spirit tree, wanting to see the familiar face I’d grown to love and miss over time.

“What seems to trouble you tonight, ma’tsmuke?”

I smile at the familiar voice that brought warmth through my chest and place my finger on my forehead, not needing to say anything, as I extend and uncurl my finger the further it got from me. The unspoken ‘Oel ngati kameie’ we all use to communicate that we truly see one another.

“Why does anything need to trouble me for me to visit?” I ask as my smile dies down, the remnants of the feeling of my cheeks being stretched now slightly tickling my jaw, my eyes looking upon her and taking all of her in. It had been a while since I last visited her but I wondered if she could sense how distressed I felt at the moment.

“No,” She answers simply as she begins walking in the endless landscape of the forest, the home I’d grown used to, the home she once knew that no longer existed. “But I do know you, sister, and I understand when you are upset. So tell me, does it have anything to do with that tawtute?” She asks with a knowing soft smile.

I sigh and take a seat on the softened moss below me and she follows as she takes a seat next to me. We typically walked, ran, or hunted while we talked, but sitting was the biggest way we communicated that we had something to get off our chest without using words. She gently places a couple of braids that had fallen in my face behind my ear and waits for me to speak.

“I feel broken.” I admit but feel my throat constricting and finding the words I needed to explain the situation was suddenly becoming harder. I did not want to cry in front of Sylwanin or give her a reason to worry about me, but I was struggling with my emotions and couldn’t understand why this hurt so much, I shouldn’t have allowed myself to fall in love with a vrrtep.

“I understand the feeling very well.” She is soft spoken during these times when she is attempting to give me the space I need to speak. She is also very caring and nurturing and wants me to feel like I can trust her, and I do.

“I feel crazy, stupid even, for falling in love with a dream walker. For allowing myself to be blinded by believing she has become one of the people- when she is still attached to her old life just the same.” I explain and Sylwanin listens, nodding along as I speak.

“Have you shared with her how you feel?” She asks me with a light hand placed on my shoulder and I have to stop making eye contact, feeling my embarrassment grow further.

“When we were celebrating her and Jake becoming one of the people, after passing their iknimaya, I was placing paint on their bodies and told them that they have earned their place within our people. They would now also become one within Eywa, I told them they could choose a mate they found suitable and they eyed one another, I felt my heart break at that moment. I did not need to ask to know what they were silently agreeing to.” I shuddered after reminding myself the smiles they shared and felt utterly defeated.

“I do not feel they looked at each other as one does a potential mate, tsmuke.” I only shrug my shoulder to shake her hand off of it and give her a short hiss to prevent her from sweet talking me any further. She only smiles again and placed her hand on my knee, patting it several times with a small chuckle, I hiss again and she removes her hand, holding them up in surrender.

“I believe I need to let you go now, I will see you again at another time.” She stated whilst picking herself up and off the floor, dusting her loincloth of any remnants of dirt or moss that had held on to the threads between the design she had, I only furrow the skin of my brows in confusion as I stood myself.

“Whatever for, I have just gotten here, what is the rush?”

“There is someone patiently waiting for you.” She sends a smile my way. “Good luck to you on this beautiful night, tsmuke, may Eywa answer your prayers.” She gives me one last hug and upon the feeling of the breeze picking up, I could deduce that my consciousness had been placed back into the body that had stood with my kuru attached to the petal of the tree.

I open my eyes and turn around to see the very woman I had been trying to avoid. I look around to see if she had come alone- not that she would have come up here with Jake if either one of them had noticed me, I’m sure he was lingering not that far away from her as I looked around, but I couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary.

“Have a good visit?” Her voice rings pleasantly in my ears as they turn more toward her to hear her better, I hit myself upside the head mentally, trying to keep my reactions to a minimum, she was about to become a mated woman, I should not let my thoughts get ahead of themselves.

“Do not worry, I will not take up more of your night.” I pick up the bow my father had given me and head off in the direction I’d left Seze, I was still surprised I managed to evade the bullets coming her way, almost as if I knew where they were coming from and where they could have hit her.

“Hold on-“ She stated before grasping my arm and this stops me, not just my body, but my thought process as well. My tail flickers in excitement from her touch and I try to hide it by turning just as the movement was initiated, I put on my best blank stare as I look down at her, it was adorable how she was shorter than myself, she said it must have been something to do with her human DNA- whatever that meant.

“I do not wish to keep you and your mate waiting.” I stated curtly and her brows furrow.

“What do you mean? I came alone.” She shares and I seem to furrow the skin of my brows together in confusion.

“Where is Jake?” I asked quickly to cover my tracks but only feel like I’m digging a bigger hole for myself as I ask invasive questions that are not of my concern.

“Why does that matter? I wanted to tell you I have chosen who I wanted as my mate.” She recovers from her confusion quickly but overshares as most humans are known to do, but the fact that she was sharing this with me had me confused, was she wanting to rub it in my face, or did she genuinely not know what to do.

“Congratulations.” I mustered up enough strength to mention that word without putting much emotion behind it, struggling to keep my face from forming a scowl, now all I had to do was attempt to say goodnight and leave and force myself to move on while she remained happy. I turned once more and attempted to leave but she runs up to me and steps in front of me, preventing me from reaching Seze.

“Why are you so quick to run off, you don’t even know who it is.” She asks with the sweetest voice clearly holding some hurt in it and my ears flicker, my tail flicking behind me in annoyance with myself knowing I had caused her some kind of pain, but the movement was hidden behind my body.

“I would rather not stay here when Jake arrives and the two of you-“

“Jake?” The confusion drips off her voice like honey. “You mean Jake Sully, Jake?” She states again and the confusion was now evident on her face, her eyes squinting slightly, amusement swimming in her eyes as she laughs lightly. I scoff and switch my weight over toward my other foot as I cross my arms, how much longer was she going to prevent me from being able to go to sleep?

“What other Jake would there be?” I asked but the sudden thought that she might have been interested in a Na’vi entered my mind, but there could have been no way, unless I had been blinded and she was excellent at keeping things hidden.

But many thoughts entered my mind when it came to her stealth like the time she had attempted to grab an arrow just to shoot it past the target and warn the other sturmbeest around that hunters were near. The time she quite literally attempted to walk near the lake when I had already told her to be cautious of her steps and she got her foot caught on one of the many roots sticking up from the ground, only to fall face first into the water, Jake immediately laughing at her antics as she pulled herself out of the situation and stated she wasn’t used to being that tall. The time she flung her body off the vines in an attempt to beat Jake in a race they set themselves, only for her body to continue falling off the tree because that vine wasn’t hanging onto anything sturdy. There was no way she could have expertly hidden a secret courtship with anyone I knew.

“Jake is too busy making goo-goo eyes at Tsu’tey to come here at the moment.”

“Whoever you have chosen is due here soon and I need to leave before they get here.” I stated already having had enough of whatever this game was. She seemed to sense my anger because her face falls into the same kind of face she uses on children when she attempts to soothe them if they’re crying.

“I choose you, Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo’at’ite.” She stated quietly, yet this was the first I had ever heard her speak my full name. She had been the one to ask what my name was when her and Jake were put under mine and Tsu’tey’s watch but when she attempted to say it, she butchered it badly, I wonder how long she had been practicing to get it right.

My arms uncross as she says that and I stand there very slowly processing what she had said. Not having much of a reaction because this felt like a dream. Here in a second I would probably wake up and this would all be over and she would be in someone else’s arms.

“If you’ll have me as well, of course.” She breaks the silence, but has grabbed a hold of her hands and started playing with them, something Jake said she does when she gets nervous. I could only look up at her with a blank expression because the great mother must have heard my prayers and decided to answer them tonight.

“You choose me?” I asked to make sure I had understood her and wasn’t something that could have easily been a mistranslation on her part, although I knew that was stupid because she spoke near perfect Na’Vi after all of our lessons, she uses the proper pronunciation and places the words in the correct order. She closes her mouth as she nods, humming with her words the way humans do when they are agreeing with a statement, something I learned from them.

“Only if you wish to be mine as well.” She had placed her hands down by her sides but her nails were digging into her thighs, she seemed too nervous to have been making a joke out of the situation, and she must have flown not too long after myself to get here that quickly, she probably wouldn’t have had time to check to see if I had truly gone to sleep and had most likely gone after me or caught me taking flight with Seze.

I could feel my face soften intensely the longer I stared down into her face and all of my emotions going on high alert, I wanted to cry from overwhelming happiness. How could someone as sweet, gentle, nurturing, and caring as her want to be with me after how I had treated her? I had purposely giving her a harsh work load when it came to learning the ways of the people and she had taken it all and worked it out bit by bit, never bothering to call me any names.

“You are certain of this?” I ask her without having let her know how I felt about it and she nods.

“You do understand the implications of this, right?” I asked and again, she nods.

“We only mate with one person for the entire life.” I stated and yet again she nods.

“You’re all I’ll ever truly need.” She responds quickly, as if the words had left her mouth without the thought running by her head beforehand, I’m surprised at how certain she was.

“I was under the impression you needed-“

“You were wrong.” She licks her lips tentatively and seems shocked at interrupting me but steps forward confidently.

“I can apologize, I can show you how I feel, but I need to know if you choose me as well.” She reaches a hand out and hesitates to place it on my shoulder, drawing it back but before I can show my disappointment she places it on my cheek, I look back at her and feel a swell in my chest knowing how well we must have taught her.

She was waiting for me to say I accepted before doing anything, the definition of a wonderful person, someone willing to accept defeat. Her face coming close to mine but stopping, her breath hitches slightly as my hand is placed on the arm she has on my cheek, waiting to see if I was planning on pulling her hand from my face, but I don’t, her eyes had closed as she exhales.

“How can you possibly show how you feel without words?” I teased and watch as her own ears flicker, her tail dancing behind her in frustration, a smile etches on my face in triumph at teasing her.

“Tiri, please.” She begs as her fingers stiffen on my cheek, her other hand clenching into a fist to stop herself from doing anything she might regret and I feel as if she’d had her fill of torture, placing my other hand on her cheek and returning the gesture, she opens her eyes to look at me in awe.

“I already have.”

The smallest of exhales left her mouth before she looked at my lips and brought her head forward, sealing our lips in a kiss, her other hand placing itself on my waist to bring me in closer. She surprises me by prodding her tongue on my lower lip but I open my mouth up either way and allow her to explore what will belong to her in a few short seconds.

I guided our bodies down to the mossy undergrowth and had us both sitting on our knee’s as our kissing had grown heavy. Her hand had abandoned it’s post on my cheek and trailed down toward my waist pulling me closer to her but I had taken this time to pull away from our kiss to look in her eyes, instinctively grabbing my braid, pulling it forward.

She eyes my actions as she pants heavily but leans back to grab her own kuru and watches as I bring mine close and she repeats the action, letting our tendrils dance around each other and finally grasp on and never letting go. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding as I can feel the depth of her thoughts, emotions, her past, the things she had experienced all playing out before me. But the one feeling I could pick up over everything else was an intense feeling of love and adoration for me, I could see the way her thoughts played memories of how she had seen me when I was teaching her the ways of our people, and she has felt this way for a while.

She had let out a whine upon our tendrils hugging tightly and I knew she could feel my overpowering emotions, her panting had grown heavier once we’d made tsahyelu and I could feel a surge of heat running between my legs. I place my hand on her cheek and coo at how she was reacting like she was receiving pleasure beyond compare, her hooded eyes meeting mine, her pupils blown wide, it made me feel good knowing this is how we made one another feel with our bond alone.

“I still need to make it up to you.” She says and I tilt my head to the side slightly, as if asking her what she meant.

“I made you think I liked him, I should have just told you how I felt from the beginning.” She stated while gently pushing against my breast bone, her actions indicating she wanted me to lay on the floor. Another hot surge of energy had shot through my core and I moaned freely, getting comfortable but sitting up on my elbows.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I had no idea what she was planning.

“You ever been ate out before?” She asks but the english term falls off of her lips and I have to admit I’ve never heard of those words together during a situation as intimate as this one so I shake my head and she smirks as she lays herself on her belly in front of me.

“Let me be the first- and only- to show you how I can apologize without words.” She stated as her hand slid down toward the knot keeping my loin cloth together without my knowing, she managed to slide the front part off before laying down once more, spreading my legs.

“Lay down baby,” the English term of endearment has my heart fluttering but I was still confused as to where this was going, I listen to her and lie on my back, feeling her excitement through our bond and her breath between my legs, I lift my head to stop her from continuing down that route but felt her tongue prod out and tease the edge of my lip.

My breath hitching at the foreign feeling but not completely hating it. The wet muscle glazing over the outside of my lips making me itch for more, I felt she had been teasing on purpose, her tongue lightly swishing around and over the other lip, at the point she finished making her way around, she flattens her tongue and repeats the action.

No words are shared between us as she continues and I can feel my impatience settling in as my hips attempt to move to get her to give me more. I let out a low moan as her tongue glides toward my slit, finally dipping it past the lips gently.

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I’d taken my time teasing around the lips of her pussy until her hips were moving to get me to touch her needy clit. I figured she wasn’t in the mood to be teased all night and placed my tongue on her slit, applying a small amount of pressure and gathering the smallest bead of her slick on my tongue, groaning at the taste, sliding my tongue higher and finding her hardened nub standing at attention and quivering once my tongue touches it.

I could feel the flutters of the effect my tongue was making on her through our bond, surprised at how deeply I could feel these things, unaware that they would feel as though I were doing them on myself. She gasps, letting out the softest moan and stopping herself, her ears flickering in embarrassment but it makes me smile. I gently pat the side of her thighs that meets her ass to tell her to keep it up, I didn’t need to embarrass her further by talking about it, she was a shy thing.

I look up past her mound and see her eyes staring back at mine, she had been biting her lip and her hands had been underneath her own thighs in an attempt to keep herself spread for me. I hadn’t realized my own slick had started pooling in my loin cloth to the point where it was dribbling down my thighs and I felt my hips have a mind of their own as they moved against the ground and the soft moss below me.

I smile up at her and dip my tongue back low to gather her slick and groan at the taste enveloping my tastebuds, placing my hands to gently push her thighs further apart, digging my face further in and trailing my tongue entirely against her slit and applying my slick covered tongue on her clit.

“Oh great mother,” She squeezes the words past her lips before it sticks between her teeth, her fangs poking out and her grip on her own thighs tightens, her nails digging into the beautiful dark blue skin I’d grown to love. I sit on my knees and catch her eyes staring into mine as I use my hand to unstick her lips from her teeth, leaning over to kiss her, keeping true to my word and not saying anything as I settled back down between her legs.

“Okay,” She nods in understanding, the same feeling coming through our bond, I take the one hand from her thigh and let her hand rest on my head and place my mouth back over her pussy, getting lost in the taste and enjoying myself more than I should, drawing small figure eights on her clit and hearing her moans as her nails dig into my scalp, my own moans of pleasure from the slight sting on my head coursing through me unexpectedly and feeling Neytiri buck her hips harshly against my tongue.

Her thighs were starting to close harshly around my head as she continues bucking her helps relentlessly against my mouth. I allowed her to squeeze my head with her strong, lean, beautiful thighs, hooking my hands around them and holding onto them for dear life. I apply suction on her sensitive bud and hear a mixture of Na’vi curses, thanking Eywa for different reasons, and threatening my life if I dared to stop at that moment. I look back up and see her eyes are closed tightly, feeling over joyed that I had managed to bring her to this point with my tongue alone.

My own hips had started grinding faster onto the ground beneath me as I picked up my pace with my tongue and pulling her hips closer to my face, willing her orgasm to crash over me. Her bucking hips had already made it hard to contain the slick that had spread over my face but I didn’t mind one bit. My name started falling off her lips like chants of prayer and it has replaced any other words she was able to form, her eyes squeezing shut as she focuses on her erratic hip movements against my face. My own pleasure sneaking up on me as I humped the ground pathetically.

The feeling of our orgasms taking over the bond and the blinding white light behind our eyelids overtaking every sensation we had. I continued giving harsh licks as she came down from her high, focusing more on her and her pleasure than the movement of my hips, as I too clamped around nothing. Making sure to give her softer licks as her orgasm started easing away and she came to her senses, her eyes fluttering open gingerly, blinking tiredly as she looks over to find my eyes.

“I would be a fool to not forgive you after that.”

[rayassecretlife]

Listen before I go

Pairing: 16 year old!Neteyam Sully x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

This is part 4 of the series! Read part 1, Part 2 and part 3 before reading this.

Summary: it’s been months since you’ve arrived in the forest and joined its clan, and for the most part you enjoyed it—but your home was calling to you. The reef had a place in your heart only it could fill, and it was time you started thinking about your return home, but you had to do it without hurting the only boy you’ve ever truly loved, you had to leave Neteyam behind.

Warning(s): Mature Language, nothing really else. This chapter is a fluff :))

Freedom was all you could think about whenever you thought of pandora’s forest and its beautiful sights that laid within it. From the soft sounds of wind blowing the trees, to the crows and calls from the Ikran’s that flew above, you loved waking up to it everyday.

The past few months youd been in the forest, you spent your time learning and bettering yourself each day. The sully family grew to love you, and would often invite you over for dinner to which you’d always happily accept. It didn’t take long for Jake and Neytiri to be very fond of you, you were an amazing fighter and healer, yet you spent most of your days helping the children.

Lo’ak had grown to be like a little brother to you, one of your bestest friends from the start. You both were troublemakers at their finest together, sneaking off to do stupid things just to get yelled at later on by Jake. Your favorite thing was sparring, watching how Lo’ak always thought he could beat you when everyone knew he couldn’t. He gave you a run for your money, though.

The more you hung out with him, the more you realized how great he truly was. Lo’ak was a kind soul and you could tell nobody saw that, nobody truly saw him in the way he needed to be seen.

Kiri had been keeping you on her watch ever since you arrived. Trust in Eywa, she didn’t know the reason she felt so protective over you, but she just knew she had to keep you safe. Kiri was the second closest person to you in the forest, you’d tell her about many things from the sea, and explain how much you missed it all sometimes. She’d always listen. Kiri is the one who truly introduced you to mo’at, the one who taught you the ways of healing. You were a natural, and you were sure that’s why mo’at loved you so much.

Tuk was a beam of light even under a dark sky. She was the sun, truly. A light anyone would bask in and love, a gentle soul with the kindest heart. The way she grabbed your hand when she first met you and welcomed you to their clan with open arms, she had reminded you of your sister.

Tuk truly was your best friend in many aspects. You felt so overprotective over her at times, like she had been your own child or family. You’d comfort her after crying or she’d do the same to you, telling you she wouldn’t leave until you smiled. She was so bright and smart, a copy of Neytiri.

Then there was Neteyam.

When you first met Neteyam, you thought of him as one of those cocky chief son’s just like Ao’nung, or as someone who would stop at nothing just to humiliate you. You were right about all of it, but even though he was all those things, he was also so much different when you got to know him.

He was kind, sweet with his words. It was as if a poem slipped from his lips each time.

“Do you think this looks stupid?” You ask shyly, standing with your arms crossed across your stomach when you enter the room. Neteyam was weaving a new cover for Tuk when you called, but he of course looked up once you spoke.

You watch as his eyes scan every small detail of your clothing, and how he’d never seen you like this before. His face was unreadable almost and that scared you, afraid he would tell you it did look stupid and you made the wrong choice.

But he didn’t.

“Y/N, I— you look…” Neteyam is already stood to his feet before you can notice, and your now able to see how his hair tied back, his large hand reaching down to pull your hair over your shoulder to see it.

“Like a mess?” You laugh nervously, but his eyes are stuck on you like there was nothing more to look at—as if you were the only person he could think of. The boy shakes his head with a small chuckle, tangling your braid between his fingers.

“Beautiful” His words are barely above a whisper when he lets them fall, and his hand brushes your arm on its way back to his side, allowing the touch to linger on your skin. “I like it. I like it a lot, Peach” Between the eye contact and the feeling against your arm, you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip to conceal your smile. He knew exactly what to say, you hated it.

You hated him at first but as time went on, you learned to fall for the forest boy, and you fell pretty hard.

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Sully?”

“You make it so easy. How could I not?” A bit of shyness instantly shifts in you when Neteyam’s big yellow’s dart to your own, full of challenge that you didn’t want to take him up on. Your eyes tear from his with a small push to his chest, laughing when he stumbles back to hide your nerves.

“Not funny” In this moment, you should’ve known he wasn’t joking—but you’d find that out sooner or later, right? Because to you, it wasn’t real. Neteyam didn’t feel anything for you and you didn’t feel for him, this was just stupid tension.

Right?

Neteyam’s hands were gentle against your skin when he would clean your wounds, or when he’d braid your long hair when you couldn’t. His spirit was gentle, you could feel him even when he wasn’t touching you.

There’d be a lot of times where Neteyam had to stay with you because you’d trash yourself at celebrations, downing alcohol like it was just water. You didn’t do it for fun, but the memories you were getting of home started to become far too much and you just couldn’t handle it anymore.

He’d spend hours holding your hair back when you threw up, whispering comforting words in your ear and wiping every tear you shed.

“I’m so sorry, Teyam I… I didn’t…” Your sobbing over the bucket he handed you moments ago, apologizing as soon as all the liquor in your body starts to leave. The boy shushes you with a gentle hand to your back and against your hair, soothing you with his touch the best he could.

Neteyam chuckles at your drunken words, running the soft pad of his thumb over your cheek to wipe your tears. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”

You always struggled to figure him out. Neteyam was very closed off but also very open which made no sense to you but it was the exact same for him with you. The two of you spent your time together joking about flirting while you watched the stars at night, or making food when Neteyam would spend the night at your hut to watch over you after you got hurt.

And the two of you wouldn’t have it any other way

“Y/N, Y/N!” Tuk’s little voice chirps when she runs into your hut, stopping before she could hit you with how fast she had been going. You turn to her abruptly while still placing a hair clip against your braids, a laugh surfacing once you realized who followed close behind her with a scolding look. “Are you almost ready? Mama wanted me to bring you to our cave for-“

“Holy shit, she’s fast!” Lo’ak gasps when he holds his chest, causing you to burst out laughing. He looked drained almost, like Tuk had ran him around all of pandora. “It’s not funny! My mom told her to let me go-“

“Your hair looks so cute, Tuk! Are you stealing the show for eclipse?” Your lips turn into a smile when you pick her up, her giggles echoing through your cave as she sat on your hip, holding your hair so you could clip it. “Where’s Neteyam?” You ask the younger brother when he sits on the chair in your room, slouching in his seat with a huff.

“Helping my parents set up. The whole clan is excited for some odd reason” You’ll admit, the clan was merely excited for the eclipse celebration because of Neteyam. He was 16, soon to be 17 and would soon have to find a mate, he had already completed his rite of passage.

“Does he have anyone in mind for the courting?” You ask lowly, a small bit of hesitation in your voice and Lo’ak notices quickly what you had been inching towards.

“Do you?” The question makes your heart drop, and you can’t help but clear your throat to hide the cough threatening to surface. Lo’ak laughs and shakes his head when Tuk gives him a scolding look, like she wanted to punch him. “He says he hasn’t, but he seems unsure” you’re done with your hair once he finishes and you set Tuk back on the ground before grabbing your stuff. You reach down to grab onto your top for later, but your old loincloth slips off the table, falling onto the floor.

Then you saw the stone that connected to its middle—a stone your mother gave to you when you completed your right of passage. You remembered her face when she gave it to you that day, and how happy your family had been for you when you picked it up in your hands. It felt warm, and the memories of how you got it slowly start to fog your mind.

But they didn’t last long due to the whining behind you and the pull on your leg. “Come on, Y/N! It’s almost time!” You nod your head and place the loincloth back in its basket, shaking off the feeling that weighed on your shoulders. You could think about that later, tonight was Neteyam’s night and you didn’t want to ruin it.

“There you are! I was starting to think Lo’ak drove you away” Neytiri says, finally able to greet you after a good half an hour of waiting. You enter the room where she’s just now finishing Neteyam’s hair, and the boy wastes no time in looking up at you. Though, Neytiri flicked the back of his neck to which made him turn away with a hiss. “I thought I told you not to move!”

You giggled. “Gotta have your hair perfect for your day, right?” You set your bow down before moving to sit in front of him, his eyes softening once he caught glimpse of you. “I grabbed some fruit for the party. Your favorites” Neytiri watches the two of you closely while braiding his hair, a small smile threatening to pull at her lips. Neteyam thanks you with a chuckle, and continues to take in the way you looked all dolled up for the party.

Your hair was braided into your traditional Fulani style, one you would see mostly in the metkayina, gold charms all throughout its strands. Your outfit was covered but the mesh allowed him to see through, and you couldn’t help but go flush at the thought of his eyes against your skin.

“Neytiri, I need you to help out here!” Jake calls with frustration which ultimately frustrates her, glaring at you and Neteyam as you laugh.

“I can finish his hair. You go help the big baby outside” Neytiri gives you a small smile before rolling her eyes at her mates continuous calls, standing to leave the cave and the two of you alone.

You move to sit behind the village Prince, allowing him to lean comfortably between your legs. His hair was already half way done, a part of his song cord hanging from one of his braids. “Does it look alright? My mother, she likes to be traditional and all but-“

“I like it, and I think you should stop questioning your mothers abilities” Neteyam chuckles along with you. You could tell he was on edge slightly when you walked in, but now that his mother was gone, he became somewhat relieved. “Are you excited?” You ask the boy, replenishing the braid his mother had let go of just seconds ago. He sighs with a shrug, and you watch as he tugs at the strings of his loincloth, slouching under you. “Wanna talk about it?” It was clear he wanted to talk to you but with everyone around he wouldn’t and you knew that. You knew how he was when it came to speaking his mind around his family.

“I just wish this was a normal eclipse” His words are soft under his breath when he responds, and you sigh, releasing his braid that you had just finished. You glance around you to realize Lo’ak was gone and they had all been outside helping, to which leads you to allow your voice to grow somewhat loud.

“I know” Your hands move to his shoulders, rubbing them gently. You felt his muscles tense when you touched him, but his eyes were shut in an attempt to make it better. He enjoyed your touch against his skin—your massages you would give him whenever he was stressed, but he couldn’t help thinking about what was to come tonight.

The courtship agreement his father had set in place.

His heart tore in two when you asked what was wrong. You had no idea. You had no idea his father had arranged him to mate with another, and he hated himself for keeping it from you for so long. Truth is, Neteyam had been avoiding you the best he could the past week. He couldn’t look at you when he was lying to you—when he was breaking down over the simple fact you weren’t the one his father courted him to.

Because he loved you.

And your truth, had felt almost worse than his own.

The truth that you missed your home, that you missed your family and the village. The scorching truth that you wanted to go home tonight after eclipse.

You wanted to spend every second you could with him until you left. You didn’t want him to remember you as the girl who left, you needed him to realize how much you cared for him—how much you wanted this for him.

“Y/N, I-“

“I don’t expect you to explain anything to me, Tey. I’m here when you need me” Great mother you made it so hard. You were so understanding, so gentle with your words and hands against his skin. Those were all things he wasn’t, and he loved that about you. Sometimes he wishes you’d just abandon him so he’d have a reason to hate you, but he knew he couldn’t. Neteyam’s stomach turns when you glide your hands down to massage his arms, the exact area that always hurt him the most. “You’re so tense. Lighten up a bit, it’s just me”

Yeah, just you.

“Have you ever thought about what it’ll be like when we’re older?” Your forehead creases at his words but you continue to rub circles against his skin, questioning what he could’ve meant. “Like when we have mates and… and we’re not close anymore?” You frown.

“What’s up with you? Are you sure you don’t want to talk? You just… you seem like a lot is on your mind” And there was. You were on his mind, and the fact he didn’t know how to tell you.

“We have some time before the party… maybe we could go flying?” He turns his head with the question and you look at him as if he had two heads. Was he crazy? His parents would murder you both.

“But your parents-“

“Come on, when have you ever turned down sneaking away?” You sigh as he stands to his feet, swinging his now finished braids to get a new feel for them. You didn’t know, his parents were so close and knowing them, neteyam was most likely supposed to greet people tonight—but he didn’t care.

He places his hand out for you to take. “Just one ride? I won’t even go outside the border” Your eyes revert to the opening of the cave, ears perked at the sound of Jake’s voice outside of it, wondering how bad it really would’ve been if you had left for only an hour. You give the boy a defeated look before taking his hand, allowing him to pull you up with him.

“Neteyam, slow down!” You laugh, holding onto his Ikran harder when he banked sideways. His grasp against your body is firm and protective, but his laughs only make your heart feel at ease, even when you’re scared.

“We’re almost there” He reassures, making your forehead crease. Where was he taking you? You were sure this was only a flying trip.

Soon enough, he lands his Ikran on a large branch, slipping off before you did so he could guide you down. It wasn’t until you looked behind him, when you realize where you were.

“Our old hut!” You exclaim excitedly, leaping past the boy to enter. Neteyam chuckles at your demeanor as you look around with huge eyes, admiring how it still glowed even after all this time. When you first got here, neteyam and you had made this abandoned hut your own place to relax. No one knew it was there except for you two, and that’s exactly why you loved it so much. “Look, it still has the loom we made”

Neteyam watches you with his eyes soft and a small smile, leaning against the wall to admire you. You loved this house for its memories, but everytime Neteyam saw it, he couldn’t think of anything but the future.

He wanted to walk in here every morning and night, listening for your calls to him when you needed him. He wanted to hear the small pats of your children’s feet on its wood floor, and smell the food you’d make for him when he worked late. Sure, you were both still so young but he didn’t care. You were what he wanted, you were who he wanted to wake up next to now and forever more.

You notice his eyes on you and turn fully around to him, a smile plastered on your face when you walk to where he was. “Are you ready to talk to me now?” His face fell at your words which also made yours, taking in how you had ruined the mood he was in before. He moves to sit on the edge of the huts doors so his legs could hang, his braids slightly blowing from the wind in the trees.

You sit next to him, silent as a mouse as you waited for him to speak. You were afraid to push too hard—to annoy him? You didn’t know. He never acted this way around you.

“My father…” You look over at the boy when he begins, giving him your full attention as he speaks. He hesitates to finish his sentence and it doesn’t take you long to realize he’s playing with his fingers, scratching them until they left marks. “He uh… it’s—“

“Neteyam” You softly call his name, placing your small hand over his to stop the fidgeting. You could hear his voice barely crack at its peak here and there, he was trying so hard to hide it. “Take your time. I’m right here, remember?”

Neteyam pales when he looks away from you, staring down at his swinging feet under him. How was he meant to say this? How was he supposed to break that type of news to you…

“My father has assigned me an early courting” He finally spits out, squeezing his eyes shut for only a second before opening again. You on the other hand, you were at a loss for words. Assigning him a courting? That doesn’t even sound like Jake. “He promised me, Y/N. He promised he’d-“

“Hey, hey” It doesn’t take you long to realize the way his chin shook when he spoke and how his voice grew clogged, almost as if he couldn’t get anything out. You grab hold of the sides of his face firmly, turning it toward you. “It’s okay-“

“It’s not okay, Y/N. So much will change and I… I can’t lose you” Your heart breaks for him when he says those words, and all you could do was comfort him. Neteyam was a strong warrior but you knew him more than that. He never got to show his emotions, which is exactly why he was hiding from you now.

How was he supposed to hide them now? How was he supposed to hold back when your small hands are holding his face as if you loved him, sending waves of butterflies coursing through his stomach.

“Neteyam…” Your thumb brushed his cheek gently, your touch comforting him in only a few seconds. “It will be alright” You place your free hand against his chest, right above his heart to feel it beat. His heartbeat was strong and fast, his ears bent downwards when he closed his eyes and leaned against your touch.

It didn’t seem like a big deal outside of this conversation, and definitely not something to shed a tear over, but Neteyam truly didn’t want anything without you. Even if it meant giving up the Olo’Eyktan title, it didn’t matter.

It made him feel sick, thinking about courting some random woman other than the one he’s grown to love. It felt as though he wasn’t able to love anyone else—wasn’t allowed to smell another’s pheromones. Your sweet vanilla and coconut scent reminded him of the beach which he’d never been, and it made him wonder if he’d ever be able to see your home, maybe even go back with you.

He couldn’t return to the forest knowing what’s to come, he couldn’t bare to look at another woman in hopes of finding a mate. He needed to breathe your air, feel your emotions… he needed to be promised to you.

What a plot twist you were, Tanhì

“Tanhì” Neteyam mutters, laying his hands gently against your waist as he pulls away from your warmth. His words were soft and quiet under his breath, and the eyes he gave you once he pulled away make your heart skip a beat. He was far too handsome for his own good, but something about this tension meant much more than just tension. “I-“

“Ma’itan” The voice behind the two of you was far too familiar to ignore, it was stern with its words, almost sounding of frustration and anger. It was his father, Stood with his head held high in demand. Jake loved you, but right now you were a distraction from his sons celebration.

“Sir-“

“You know better than to leave when you are on duty” His fathers words clearly strike him as he releases your hips before standing to his feet, pulling you by your hands up with him. Jake’s eyes revert to your own, “Y/N, go help Mo’at and the others set up. Neteyam has work to do”

Neteyam’s hold on your hand made you hesitate on leaving, wanting to hear more of what he was going to say to you. Tanhì? Sure he called you that sometimes, but in that moment it almost felt like… maybe he wanted to kiss you?

You give Neteyam a small smile before nodding to his father, walking past him to leave the old hut. While it didn’t feel right leaving him there, what were you meant to do? Jake was your Olo’Eyktan, and his son was to be courted tonight.

You had to let him go.

Long time no see :)) found this is my notes and just had to post it! This was going to be a very long part 4 but instead I’ve extended the series to 7 parts! The celebration and her leaving will be in the next part ;)

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