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hi babes i hope YOU MISSED MY SUPER DETAILED REQUESTS! so, for a long time now im craving for the “rut”, “heat”, “nest” and other a/b/o dynamics inserted on avatar universe, so i WAS HOPING:

could you pretty please write something about lo’ak and reader (a female na’vi) where they're best friends and both insanely in love w each other – reader already had her "cerimony" meaning she needs to find a partner soon, but lo'ak has been convincing readers parents to decline any mate offers because none of them is good enough for her. one day, reader's heat come and bsf lo’ak comes to the rescue? i need a cocky possessive lo’ak in my life and I KNOW you're the one whos gonna gimme !!!!!

lov u, drink water and stay safe <3

The Right Profile | Lo'ak x fem!Omaticaya! reader (a/b/o smut).

Happy Valentine's Day to all my readers! As always, requests are open. Minors DNI!

A.N= everyone needs to know that every time you send me a request my mind makes me put everything on standby until I get it done. Also, I have a major weakness for a/b/o and I've been dying for someone to send me a request like this, so yeah, your wish is my command. For anyone who wanted the new installment of Star-crossed instead of this, you can send your complaints to @punkrockrogers (I'm kidding, obviously).

Summary: exactly what's in the request but I found some juicy canon info about Lo'ak failing to tame an ikran on his first attempt and almost dying in the process, and you can bet I'm going to use that for this fic. So, our boi failed his driver's test therefore he does not get to smash. Both Lo'ak and reader are aged up (20 y/o). Title from the song 'The right profile' by the Clash. Quotes in this: one is from Avatar 2009 and the other is by Goethe.

T.W= this is going to be A LOT, if there ever were an Omegaverse phd course, I would be teaching that class, so if that stuff is not for you, scroll away now. NSFW: p. in v., a/b/o dynamics, mating cycles (heat, rut), marking, scent marking, knotting, breeding, also possessive!Lo'ak (our boi is a lil ooc in this, I don't condone this type of behavior in a relationship, it's all for the sake of the story, you know the drill, if this might be disturbing to you, again give this story a miss).

word count: 8k

Mini na'vi dictionary:

'evi= child (said affectionately by an elder)

Tsurokx= rest/sleep

yawne= beloved

syulang= flower

Ngaytxoa= forgive me

Oeya= my (possessive)

yìmkxa= banshee catcher

The Na'vi say that every person is born twice. The second time is when you earn your place among the people, forever.

"I do not wish to take part in the Uniltaron without you." Y/n had told Lo'ak, still distraught from the events of that day. His best friend had been the first of their group to manage to tame her ikran, of course, she had. And now she was set to take part in the Dream Hunt before finally taking her rightful place among the people along with the rest of Lo'ak's peers, while he was left behind.

He had failed and almost fallen to his death during his attempt, and now his parents were going to make him wait until he was 'truly ready' before he could try again. His father had thought it was somehow his business to step in and stop him from trying his second attempt at taming the banshee then and there. Lo'ak had never felt more embarrassed, especially because y/n had immediately dismounted from her ikran and run to his aid the second she'd seen the scene unfold before her eyes.

"You have already waited five years for me to complete my training..." Lo'ak dismissed her words. "And I won't be the reason you wait any longer..." Y/n had never said it out loud, but Lo'ak knew it was true. She'd been postponing her rite of passage so that they would have joined the clan together, and he couldn't deal with it anymore.

"But Lo'ak, I do not care about-"

"Well, you should care." He snapped at her, not really knowing where his anger was coming from. Sure, he'd just had what could have been described as the worst day of his life, but something and been simmering inside him all week. And now Lo'ak felt like he'd reached his limit. In a few hours, the young Na'vi male was going to discover that anger was only a prelude to his first rut. "Everything comes easy to you, but it's like you don't even notice! No one ever said we needed to be attached to the hip for the rest of our lives, so why don't you just get over it and do what's expected of you?"

The second he saw the heartbroken look on y/n's face, Lo'ak wanted to take it all back. He hadn't meant to say any of those things, of course he hadn't. She was his best friend, she was the woman he loved, yet he'd passed up his chances to ever be with her twice in a single day. He was petty and weak, unable to own up to his own shortcomings, and now he was taking it out on the only person in the world who would have never judged him for it.

"I see..." Y/n said, her voice laced with grief. For a single, stupid second Lo'ak had deluded himself into thinking she was about to say 'I see you', it was what he wanted to tell her. He'd been wanting to tell her for so long. "I have... been foolish. I thought that maybe you... that we..." Y/n wiped a tear away from her face, and stepped back from Lo'ak when he tried to reach out for her. "I do not need your pity." She hissed at him, feeling that Lo'ak had just rejected her. "You have made yourself understood."

With that, y/n disappeared from Lo'ak sight and into the darkness of the night. By the time Neteyam found him, Lo'ak was already in the throes of a terrible fever. His father and brother took him to a secluded place where he would have been safe, but couldn't do much for him besides that. Moat had said the rut hit Lo'ak so suddenly that he was beyond being helped with any sort of treatment. He had no mate, and neither did he have the right to choose one. Left alone to endure the most excruciating pain known to the Omaticaya people.

A lot could change in a week. Especially when it came to things taking a drastic turn for the worse. Lo'ak, who was still experiencing the occasional violent aftershock from the trauma he'd just finished enduring all by himself, was about to get accustomed to a whole new kind of pain.

"We seek your guidance, Tsahik." Y/n's parents had come to speak to his grandmother, while she was still in the process of checking he hadn't suffered any irreparable damage during his absence. "Our daughter, y/n, does not wish to wait for love to find her. She has invoked the old ways, asking us to choose a mate for her." Another violent fit wreaked havoc over Lo'ak's body, but this time he wasn't entirely sure it was due to the aftermath of his rut. Moat had told him the worst was now behind him. "Cease your whining, 'evi." She reprimanded him. "Only by regaining your strength will you find the way to be whole again." While that statement sounded overtly obvious to him, the look his grandmother gave him made him think she was trying to tell him something more.

"Forgive us, we have come at a bad time." Y/n's mother said, directing her sympathies to Lo'ak. They had always been kind toward him. "Your grandson is still injured, y/n has been heartbroken about it. We have prayed to Eywa every day for your swift recovery-"

"He has recovered." Moat cut her off. "And your daughter cannot force her childish whims on you. She is a woman, a warrior of this clan, she cannot hide behind her parents. We only arrange the marriages of future Tsahik and Olo'eyktan, for they are given gifts by Eywa herself to guide the people. The old ways have brought nothing but suffering, I remember the time when they were enforced all too well. They are only to be invoked in drastic situations, such as the event of a heat."

"We are grateful for your wisdom, Tsahik." Y/n father said. "But that is precisely what we fear... she is already showing signs. Every day our daughter grows weaker. We know she may not survive without a mate, and now it is too late for her to make her own choice."

"Fools." Moat almost spat. "Bring her to me at once-"

Lo'ak was on his feet and running out of the healing tent at once, no longer willing to listen to a single word of that conversation. Mating cycles were usually something that a couple faced together, but he and y/n had waited too long for their rite of passage. In that time they hadn't found the person who was truly right for them, so now y/n was going to force herself to be with someone or face her heat alone, along with the consequences that entailed. And it wasn't like Lo'ak could step up and ask her parents to marry her, he wasn't even part of the clan. Not only that, y/n also probably thought he wanted nothing to do with her.

He went looking for y/n everywhere. She wasn't in her tent, nor was she staying with her parents. Word was she'd gone hunting, and after a desperate search, Lo'ak ended up finding her in his own living quarters when he returned home in the early hours of the morning. As much as Lo'ak wanted to yell at y/n in frustration because he'd been worried sick over her, the sight of her sleeping peacefully quelled his anger. He knelt down to touch her forehead, and let out a breath of relief. Her body temperature hadn't drastically risen just yet.

Lo'ak took a look around and only then noticed y/n had rounded up the entirety of his possessions to surround herself with in her sleep. She had made a bed out of the skins and paintings which used to adorn the inside of his tent while holding on rather tightly to a piece of fabric he quickly recognized as one of his loincloths. He felt himself turn into a deep shade of blue in the face and attempted to gently tug the item out of her grip, but y/n growled menacingly in her sleep, immediately making Lo'ak give up on his intent. He did not wish to wake her. Not when it was clear she'd been so distressed, she'd felt the need to make herself a nest just to feel safe.

"Tsurokx, yawne..." Lo'ak wished her a good sleep, and went to tell her family she'd been found.

Her parents were thankful, and just because Lo'ak was not allowed to catch a single break, it turned out y/n parents trusted him so much they began to ask him his personal opinion on the skxawngs that had already shown up to ask them to be her mate. Lo'ak respected y/n's parents and knew they were only worried about their daughter, but he was running on zero hours of sleep, and the image of y/n curled up in a nest she'd made of his belongings was still too fresh in his mind, so he let his worst side get the better of him. He lied. Something so deeply human, his people did not even have a word for it.

"...I would not even consider Selkath, he is too arrogant to even see past himself..."

"Pantoran is weak, I would not trust him to provide for your daughter..."

"... I have known Skakoan to have used cruel words against y/n. She does not deserve her..."

The more he spoke, the more Lo'ak realized he was describing himself and the way he had treated y/n, not giving a true judgment of his peers. And her parents were trusting him with that information, even though he had absolutely no authority to be judging anyone. But there was no reason to worry, a fresh batch of idiots would have shown up to declare their 'love' soon enough, over and over again until eventually someone was found.

Lo'ak slept on the cold hard ground just outside his tent, barely getting an hour's sleep before the day began for the rest of the clan.

"Showing your worth to the clan, as usual, Su-ly?" A voice Lo'ak knew all too well asked, as he was 'accidentally' stepped on and woken up. Tholothian had never been too shy about disliking Lo'ak, and the feeling was entirely mutual. "Watch where you're going, Tho'lo." He growled as he stood up, certainly not in the mood to be taking anyone's crap. The other Na'vi was also standing entirely too close to the tent where y/n was currently resting, and Lo'ak was about the get real territorial real fast if the skxawng didn't back off. The low rumble in his throat was still there, and Lo'ak was making it very clear he was not to be messed with at that moment.

Tholothian, who thrived off humiliating the younger Sully brother in any way possible, had to take a step back. Lo'ak had been missing for an entire week, and now that he was back, he seemed to have doubled in size. He was taller, his shoulders wider, his once delicate-looking human hands bigger, and his muscles considerably more defined. And his entire demeanor also seemed... different, menacing almost. Never before would he have considered Lo'ak Sully competition, least of all a threat. So he decided to back off, for the time being at least.

What he wanted was y/n, and Lo'ak couldn't claim her. There was no pride in kicking someone down when they had already lost. Or was there? "I was just on my way to see, y/n..." Tholothian gloated, knowing it was a sore subject for Lo'ak. "You must have heard... she is searching for a mate..." The look on Lo'ak face darkened considerably, and it would have been a lie not to admit he was reaching for his dagger to challenge Tho'lo to a duel and see which of them could draw first blood, when y/n audibly called Lo'ak's name from inside the tent.

Tholothian paled considerably when he heard y/n call out to his rival and Lo'ak smirked, basking in the pride he felt at that moment. Y/n was probably waiting inside to give him an earful about disappearing for a week, but Tho'lo didn't know that. "Yeah, man. I heard." He sneered, his cocky attitude back in full swing. "I'd wish you luck, but I think it'd be fairer if I gave you a little advice instead..." Lo'ak lowered his voice and pointed his dagger in the direction of Tho'lo chest. "If you, or anyone of your friends, come sniffing after y/n again, just know you're going to have to get through me first." He snarled, showing a full set of teeth, before heading back inside to see y/n.

"Hey..."

"Hey? That's all you have to say?" At least she was still lucid enough to be mad at him, Lo'ak thought. There was still time. Y/n threw the first thing she could find at his head, but Lo'ak managed to dodge it. "Where were you?"

"I was sick." Lo'ak said, and cautiously sat down next to her. He didn't know how else to describe what he'd been through, without inadvertently bringing up her own situation.

"Sick?" Y/n asked, still not understanding why he'd been away from home if he'd been ill.

"I'm sorry I missed your ceremony." Lo'ak said truthfully, the regret clear in his voice, even though he'd just avoided her question. "And the dream hunt, and all of it... the reason why doesn't matter, I should have been there for you."

Y/n hugged her knees to her chest, her worry not subsiding at all. What could have been so bad, Lo'ak couldn't even tell her about it?

"So... you're going to be mated soon..." Lo'ak didn't even know why he said it, other than the fact he was always the one to break the silence and say the things others wouldn't. "Why are you making your parents choose for you?" He asked when she didn't respond. "Y/n you know that's stupid..."

"What? Now honoring our traditions is stupid?" Y/n snapped at him, barely leaving any distance between them. "Weren't you the one who said I acted like I didn't care? That I should start doing what's expected of me?" She threw his words back in his face and Lo'ak immediately understood how the entire insane idea of an arranged marriage had come to her in the first place. He'd made her feel less than worthy, like she wasn't grateful enough to be part of the people, and now she was trying to make up for it, even though it was never true in the first place.

"Y/n... I never should have said those words... I wasn't myself that day, you have to believe me..." Lo'ak implored her, but it wasn't enough to keep the tears from rushing down her face.

"Well, it doesn't matter now..." Y/n kept half the truth to herself. She'd childishly thought that Lo'ak would have tried to prevent her from her recklessness and chosen her himself. But clearly, it had been a fantasy. "Lo'ak, I know what's happening to me... and I'm scared, I don't know what's worse, facing it alone or...or..."

Lo'ak pulled y/n into his arms then, holding her close as he felt her tremble against his chest. "You won't have to face this on your own, and... and I'll make sure you'll be with someone worthy, who'll take good care of you..." His words were like daggers to her chest, because there was no one else she could ever want besides him, yet she understood Lo'ak was trying his best to comfort her. Y/n buried her face in the crook of Lo'ak's neck, breathing in his scent. It was a lot stronger now, and only at that point did she realize so many things about his appearance had changed.

There were two small glands, one on either side of his neck, where his scent seemed to be strongest, and she was suddenly overcome by the need to be covered in it. Y/n began to purr softly, rubbing her face against Lo'ak's neck, not really knowing what she was doing other than chasing after the feeling of comfort and protection that came along with dousing herself in Lo'ak pheromones. "What are you doing, y/n?" Her bestfriend asked, his voice sounding considerably deeper than it had been a few seconds ago. "Feels nice." Was the entirety of the explanation she gave him, without showing any intention of stopping. Not that Lo'ak wanted her too.

He suddenly understood why she'd come to his tent in the first place, and that was to seek out whatever still held his scent, to numb out any feverish symptoms her pre-heat was going to throw at her. Lo'ak knew they were treading a dangerous line, but he also knew he would have given anything to have felt any sort of comfort during his rut, and he couldn't bring himself to tear himself away from her. The type of contact y/n was craving at that moment was completely harmless, yet the idea that she needed to be marked with his scent so badly made a Lo'ak feel possessive in a way he hadn't even known was possible. "Yeah? Is that what's been stressing you out, baby?" He cooed, wrapping her braid around his hand and tugging it softly. "You just wanted to breathe in my scent, didn't you?"

Y/n whined at his touch and nodded feverishly at his words. "Y-yes... I missed you, and I didn't know where you were. I just knew you were hurt..." She rambled, but Lo'ak kissed her temple, trying to let her know that there was no need to worry about him. "I'm right here, I'm sorry I was away. I let you down. I should have been here to help you with your nest. Look at this, you did it all by yourself, huh? Good girl." Lo'ak praised her, letting out a deep-sounding purr to let y/n know how impressed he was with her. Y/n nodded, smiling as she basked in Lo'ak's praise. "I did it for you, I wanted to be here when you got back..."

Lo'ak had to remind himself all he was doing was for the sake of helping y/n deal with how increasingly hormonal and emotional she was about to become over the next few days, and nothing that was saying in that moment held any real meaning. Somebody else would get to take care of y/n, and somehow he'd ended up on the council of people who got to determine who that person was going to be. As long as he kept his own feelings out of it, there was no reason why y/n shouldn't have stayed with him.

"Thank you, baby..." Lo'ak whispered softly and brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her wrist. "I'm going out to get you something to eat now, do you want to come? Or do want to stay here?"

"No." Y/n wrapped herself around him like a vine. "Stay."

"Huh-uh, it's like that, is it?" Lo'ak chuckled, powerless against her death-grip. So he took the opportunity to have a lie down. Unlike y/n, he was missing several hours of sleep. "Well, I'm not going to argue with the woman who has me in a choke-hold... and sleeping will do you some good too..." He sighed, resting his arms around her middle. It didn't take long for Lo'ak to pass out completely.

When Lo'ak woke up, y/n seemed to have been long gone. Someone had also brought him some food and water while he'd been resting. Lo'ak hurriedly ate something, before heading out to look for y/n, but he didn't end up needing to look too far. Moat had been in the middle of examining y/n when Lo'ak showed up out of the blue.

"Ever heard of privacy? Get out of here, skxawng!" Y/n yelled at him, and Lo'ak immediately did as he was told. At least y/n seemed to be once again lucid and back to normal. For the time being. And now that he knew she was alright he really didn't have any other excuse to be around her, so he left.

Lo'ak finally found the time to get back to his training, something he now did in private. It was embarrassing to perpetually remind the rest of the clan of his failure, and he would not ask his father or brother for help. His mother however, was a lot more difficult to get away from. And she understood more than most. "My son, it is clear you are hurting... we have not seen you for days... "

"So? What good is showing my face when I have failed you?" Lo'ak turned away in shame. He did not need anyone to look out for him, not anymore.

"Stubborn! Just like your father." Neytiri hissed at him, bonking him on his head with her bow and not too gently either. "It is clear... that Eywa made you and y/n to be together. Do not treat me as if I do not see. I see you, my son."

Lo'ak broke down as soon as he heard those words. It was true, he had been pushing his family away, but simply because he hadn't thought himself capable of facing them. What would his mother think of the twisted game he'd gotten himself in? What kind of example was he setting for his younger sister? He didn't deserve to be around any of them until he somehow managed to make things right.

Neytiri hugged him, even though it was something they hadn't done in a long time. She had immediately known how strong and independent her youngest son was from a very early age, and she feared that it may have been the reason why, out of all of her children, he'd most often been left to his own devices while she and Jake were forced to tend to the others.

"You have not failed us, Lo'ak. But you must still fight for y/n... and I will help you."

The next few days went by in a blur. If he wasn't training with his mother to successfully pass the Iknimaya on his second try, he was making sure to steer away y/n's parents from any candidates they may have seriously been considering to be her mate without seeming too obvious. If a certain potential candidate began to seem like a real threat to Lo'ak, then he would personally seek them out to politely dissaude them himself.

"If you ever try to talk to y/n, ke-he, you ever even look in her direction or... you just as much as think of her again, I'm dragging you out of your tent while you sleep and leaving you out to die in the forest. And trust me, the viperwolves will finish whatever meat the Thanator doesn't tear off your bones first."

The Na'vi might have been dangerous, but they were a peaceful people. Humans had been the ones to bring war upon them. And Lo'ak had begun to realize just how much of a scary breed he was of the two things. He was now turning on his own kind, on the very same members of his clan, his brothers and sisters. He was cheating and lying to get his way, just like a human would. And the scariest part was, that realization was bothering him less and less as time went on. Y/n's heat was approaching fast, and as a consequence, he was getting more protective and territorial by the day.

While y/n had been able to keep her head in the beginning, only going through a few 'fever dreams', as Lo'ak liked to call them, in a single day and quickly recovering from them, it was now rare to come back and find her to be lucid rather than not. She had a few lulls, here and there, where it was once again possible to get her to have a coherent conversation, but those instances were now few and far in between. Lo'ak would have to seize those opportunities to take her out so she could have a walk, drink or eat something, and show her parents she was still alive. One night he'd even managed to take her all the way out to the ponds for a swim, something she'd always loved, but she was way past that point now.

Y/n slept most of the days off; the nights were the real problem. Due to her body temperature slowly increasing to the point where it was eventually going to be unbearable for her, y/n had taken to refusing to wear any sort of clothing. Which was particularly hard on Lo'ak, especially since her body was also changing in ways that weren't so subtle. As much as he tried not to look, it seemed as if both her breasts and her hips were filling out little by little each day. By that point, he was sure it was some specific torture that had been crafted for him especially, but it all came to pale into comparison when most nights were spent treating the aches of y/n's fever.

"You need to drink some water for me, baby..." Lo'ak would try to encourage her. "I promise you'll feel a lot better if you do..." Y/n was struggling, and Lo'ak was thankful for the fact that after making a bit of a fuss she would eventually listen to him. He couldn't think of a single other person who would've had the same amount of care and patience to make sure she was eating and drinking regularly throughout her heat, and there was hardly any time left before she was completely under the influence. A decision was going to be made whether he liked it or not.

The only problem was that now, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to stand aside when the time came for her to leave. The two of them had gotten somewhat... close during their time together. Close in a way that Lo'ak was certain didn't apply to being best friends. Y/n had suffered a great deal the night her scent glands came in, two on her neck, two on her inner thighs, and one on each of her wrists, and Lo'ak had almost mistaken the event for the beginning of her heat. The sweetness of her scent had him so out of his mind, and he would have torn himself away from her if she hadn't been holding on to him for dear life. "Don't go, Lo'ak, please..." y/n had begged him through choked sobs.

Lo'ak still didn't know if he'd made the right choice to stay, because of everything that happened afterward. He peppered y/n's skin with kisses as usual, trying to bring her comfort, only this time the need to taste and sink his teeth into her was almost uncontrollable. "Y/n, I don't think I should be here..." Lo'ak tried to say, having never felt so at war with himself. Y/n shook her head and caught his lips in a kiss, completely tearing down any ounce of doubt he may have still had. For the time being. The fact that she was promised to another suddenly didn't matter anymore, and the two of them were painfully aware y/n had been dripping with slick from the moment Lo'ak had pulled her into his arms. They were all over each other instantly, reaching desperately for one another in the dark. The sound y/n made when he breached her walls was the most beautiful thing Lo'ak had ever heard, and they fucked so desperately, he was almost ashamed of it afterward.

Almost.

"I told you, my sweet syulang..." He teased, regretfully having to pull out of her for the second time. "You're not ready to take my— a knot, I mean..." Lo'ak kissed her whines away, only taking a few more strokes before coating her belly will his warm seed. "But I want to try again, weakling..." Y/n huffed, having absolutely no mercy for her spent companion as she climbed on top of him. Lo'ak let out a groan and a laugh at the same time, pulling her in for a hug. "You have come so many times, I am literally covered in your slick... and since you're clearly in the right mind to give me attitude..." he pinched y/n's ass cheek and she yelped, slapping his chest. "You're more than capable to come with me for a swim and... help me clean up all this later..." Y/n had bit him in protest but eventually complied with his unreasonable demands.

In those moments with her, Lo'ak had felt so happy he'd almost forgotten what the future actually had in store for the two of them. Even though now he knew y/n so deeply, both at a mental and physical level, another would be the one to marry her. Another would the one to make a lifelong bond with her, mark her and mate with her.

'Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully. I grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!' Kiri had once read out those words from one of her mother's old books, since the ability to read and write in English had always been important to his sister. At the time, Lo'ak had made fun of her, saying it was all a bunch of boring nonsense. Now, those words haunted him. Every day. And here he was now, acting in the worst of ways just to hold on to y/n for just a second longer, have every part of her until the was nothing left for anyone else to aspire to.

When he walked into the tent that night, y/n was sitting upright and wearing a large white T-shirt Lo'ak had stolen from the RDA supplies. Lo'ak was happy to see she was doing her best to eat some fruit, and the awkward smile she gave him made him understand she currently had her wits about her. "Moat came by... she said it will happen tomorrow... and she gave me... something to help with the pain. Medicine, I think. She told me... my mate will have to take me away. I can't stay here with the rest of the clan while it happens, it might be dangerous-"

Lo'ak shook his head, raising his hands as he tried not to laugh bitterly at the sadness of the situation. How could she talk about it so calmy?

"I don't want to know, okay?" He tried to say as calmly as he could, but she could hear the distaste in his mouth.

"If you can't even talk about it, then admit what I've known all along." Y/n managed to say in a weak voice. "Lo'ak, I see you... I see you... everything you're doing for me, because of me..."

Lo'ak's ears immediately turned down at the sound of the words he'd been waiting for y/n to say his entire life. His immediate instinct was to shut her out. Now that he wanted nothing more than to say those words back, he knew he was only going to make irreparable damage. He'd justified the fact they'd been having sex in secret because it wasn't uncommon for their people to do so, nor forbidden. The only problem of course was that he and y/n were painfully aware of being in love with someone who couldn't commit to them. They had chosen to live in the most blissful of lies until their time together was up.

Well, that time was now.

"Spend my heat with me." Y/n said, not even posing it as a question.

"I can't! How hasn't that gotten through to you yet?" He asked angrily, hating himself for the way she instinctively flinched at his words. Lo'ak got down on his knees, kneeling in front of her. "Ngaytxoa." He asked y/n for her forgiveness. "Oeya syulang, you deserve to be with someone who has shown enough strength and honor to be part of the people... If we'd only had more time, I... but you cannot face your heat alone, nor will I allow you to tie yourself to someone who is not worthy. Who may never be." Y/n had begun to cry at this point, and Lo'ak could feel that he'd been joining her soon. "An outcast. Someone like me."

Simply put, if Lo'ak had spent y/n's heat with her, got her pregnant, and then ended up dying on the Halleluja mountains on his second or third attempt at his Rite of passage, not to mention the unpredictableness of surviving the Dream Hunt as well, he would have committed the cruelest act of all: giving his mate false hope before leaving them behind forever, all for the sake of getting what he wanted.

"You are... impossible..." Y/n cried. "You say these words, therefore you must believe I deserve to be with someone I do not love when I have already chosen the man I belong to and he has chosen me... do you not understand that would kill me just as much as being alone would? I know you went through your rut alone, Lo'ak... I know you went through that pain and survived, Moat told me. I am willing to take that risk, and wait for you."

Lo'ak looked into her eyes then, and it seemed to y/n he was having a realization. Had she finally gotten through to him? She knew her chances of survival were slim, and she hadn't exactly prepared, but after finding out Lo'ak loved her as much as she did, he would sooner risk her life to be happy with him in the end than choose someone else.

Suddenly he was grabbing her face and kissing her, pulling away just as quickly. "I'll be back by morning... there's something... important I have to do." Lo'ak saw the look of distress on her face as he stood up. In many ways, I would have been their last night together, and he was leaving. "Trust me, syulang, I beg of you. Nga yawne lu oer."

"I love you, too."

And with that, he was gone from her sight.

As he climbed the path of vines and rocks leading to the banshee rookery, Lo'ak wondered if anyone had ever managed to reach the Halleluja mountains past the eclipse in the dead of night. If that person, whoever they may have been, had been so desperate to have made the attempt even though everyone around them had said they were not ready, because it was a question of life and death for them as much as it was for him. After the initial surprise of having made it to the top, he was immediately aware of a dozen pairs of yellow eyes blinking at him in the dark.

Lo'ak immediately whipped out the yìmkxa, swinging it around a little as he cautiously walked amongst the ikrans. "Didn't mean to spoil your beauty sleep..." He said, counting how many of them had already flown away at the sight of him. "There's just one of you I've come to settle the score with, some motherfucker who threw me off a cliff the other day-"

A very familiar hiss came from out of nowhere and Lo'ak now knew he was looking back at his banshee. "Long time no see bro, I sure hope I didn't ruin any late-night plans." The ikran lunged at him but Lo'ak knew exactly what to do this time, and moved without hesitancy, muzzling the creature's mouth with the yìmkxa. "Me? Oh you know, my girl is going through the worst experience of her life--- shit, stop that, man--- where was I? Oh right, I'm supposed to be back home with her, yet I'm out here, dancing around with you. Bet you can't wait to get inside this head, huh? Hope you enjoy all the angst, you mother-"

With a final struggle and a minor chunk taken out of his leg, Lo'ak was able to make the connection. The ikran, his ikran, immediately calmed down and let out a pained sound, that Lo'ak recognized as being directed at him.

"Yeah, well... no worries bro." He sighed from exhaustion and patted the banshee's neck. "Now let's get out of here, I don't have all goddammed night."

By the early hours of the morning, Lo'ak had returned aching from the fight with the ikran and still disoriented from the self-induced high he'd given himself with whatever concoctions he'd found in his grandmother's hut to make himself find his spirit animal. No matter what anybody said, he'd completed his rite of passage and now he was going to tell y/n they could be together. Y/n however, was not where he'd left her. Moat found him soon after, and after reprimanding him for stealing her supplies and acting so recklessly, she told him y/n's parents had chosen Tholothian to be her mate and they had left not even an hour prior to Lo'ak's arrival. The Na'vi, much to his grandmother's protests, immediately set off to find them.

With the sunlight by his side and the ability to fly over the forest, it didn't take long for Lo'ak to recognize Tho'lo's ikran resting on top of a branch and its rider wandering the forest below.

"I thought I told you to stay away from her." Lo'ak snarled, quickly dismounting from his ikran.

"Stay out of this, Sully. The fact that you did the bare minimum this time, doesn't get you a prize." Tho'lo took a threatening stance against him. Lo'ak immediately noticed his bow and dagger were missing, and that he had a large cut across his chest. "Y/n was left in my care and responsibility-"

"She attacked you." Lo'ak accused Tho'lo, charging at him with everything he had the very next second. "What did you do?" He roared with a murderous look in his eyes as he held his knife to his rival's throat. "What could you have possibly done to her to leave you stranded out here, huh?"

"What I have done? What have you done, Lo'ak?" Tho'lo accused him back, sounding all too calm for Lo'ak's liking. "She has clearly chosen you, I see that now. I had known you two were close, but I never thought it went beyond you recklessly amusing yourself with her. I never would have accepted her parents' decision if I had known-"

"The why. the fuck. did she attack you?" Lo'ak growled, actively losing his patience by the second.

"Because she's in a heat, you moron. She won't be with anyone who isn't you now that the two of you have clearly done everything except maybe name your future children...I just wish someone had warned me, so I wouldn't have to be here right now!" Lo'ak stepped back from Tho'lo then, realizing he had just been assuming the worst of someone who was meant to be his brother-in-arms. "She attacked me not two minutes after we were in flight. I thought she was going to kill my ikran so I got us all down to the ground. She escaped of course, but I still couldn't leave her out here... "

Lo'ak nodded, ashamed of all the grief his actions had caused. But he didn't even have time to dwell on it, or make things right with Tho'lo, because y/n was still out there, scared and alone.

"I'm sorry, brother-"

"I'll forgive you when you find her and bring her home in one piece." Tho'lo cut him off, calling his ikran and mounting it. "And I know you threatened others just as easily as you have just accused me. That's what separates you from the rest of the people, Sully. You reek of anger and distrust, toward yourself and others. You are selfish, just like the rest of the sky people. Whatever y/n sees in you... must be the true reason why I'm still willing to call you brother."

After a few minutes of frantic wandering, Lo'ak picked up y/n's scent and it didn't take him long to track her down. She'd hidden herself in a small cave behind the waterfall, a place they'd both discovered once when they were out hunting. The closer he got, the more overpowering the influence of her sweet pheromones became. As he climbed his way up to the cave, mindful of the water cascading above him, he knew she could sense his presence too because she began to call out his name. Lo'ak could hear the strain in her voice and ended up cutting his hands and feet several times on the rocks as he made his reckless endeavor all the way to the safe haven she'd chosen.

He looked up to see her looking down at him, and he made one last stupidly dangerous jump to get her away from the edge. "Where were you? You told me to wait, I waited for you but- you are hurt!" Y/n reached for him, she was shuddering violently and unable to keep herself from crying. Lo'ak knew exactly what kind of pain she was going through, and he had to dissuade her from fretting over his wounds.

"I know, I'm sorry Oeya syulang, I'm right here now. I'm with you..." Lo'ak kissed y/n, making quick work of getting rid of whatever fabric was left to separate them. He let out a guttural sound at the copious amount of slick that gushed out of y/n simply from his touch. "Lo'ak, it hurts..." Y/n begged him, holding onto Lo'ak so tight he was pretty sure she was going to end up rearranging his bones.

"I know baby, you're burning up..." He kissed her neck, feeling how scolding her skin was as she lowered herself onto his cock, taking him all the way with a desperate moan of relief. Y/n seized up around him and coated him with a second wave of slick, high on the feeling of finally having her mate buried deep inside of her. "Fuck--you really needed me bad, didn't you baby?" Lo'ak groaned, unable to even comprehend what was happening around him anymore. Y/n's cunt was impossibly tight and warm, and she was making a complete mess on his lap.

His mate nodded and began to ride him in earnest, her stamina never breaking for a second. Lo'ak was so in awe, he could barely keep up with her. Their moans and whines echoed off the walls of the cave, and Lo'ak knew y/n was desperate to get knotted. "You need to... relax syulang." He kissed her face when she began to whine in frustration. "Might have to fuck you a few more times before your body is ready for me, sweet thing..."

"But I want--" Y/n was beginning to sound completely unintelligible, but she never once stopped grinding down on Lo'ak, challenging herself to take in deeper and deeper every time. "Such a good girl, look at that..." Lo'ak praised her, earning a deep purr which he happily returned. "Gonna make you a proper nest... so my baby can be nice and comfortable while I mount her later, how does that sound?"

Y/n curled up against his chest at the idea, kissing him deeply and coming on his cock for the fourth time since they'd started (yes, he was keeping count), and without much warning Lo'ak began to feel the his knot forming inside of her. She gasped and began to frantically fuck herself back against it, giddy on the pleasure the foreign experience was giving her. Lo'ak gave a a few more harsh thrusts, until his knot finally popped deep inside y/n's walls, binding them together. "Fuck, baby you can't keep moving anymore..." He groaned, blissed out and slightly amused by y/n's attempts to bounce up on his knot while she was stuck on top of him.

Y/n wasn't particularly shy about being loud, but the sounds she made when Lo'ak finally began to breed her made him want to fuck her all over again right at that moment. "It's... it's so much..." She sobbed, overwhelmed by the constant stream of warm cum that was now pouring into her. Lo'ak wrapped his arm around her and made a second connection between them, bringing their cues together. Immediately he could feel how close she was to climaxing again, and he reched down between them to rub her small bundle of nerves while she was still split on his shaft. "Going to cum on my knot, baby...? You're been such a sweet girl, taking everything I have to give you... once I'm done breeding you, your belly's going to be so pretty and full---"

Y/n gave out another high pitched whine and came thanks to Lo'ak's expert fingers. He managed to lull her to sleep after that, while they were still tied together and in the process of mating. Lo'ak found his sleep to be rather light, keeping an eye open for his vulnerable mate and growling menacingly at any noise he heard coming from outside.

When his knot died down he left y/n to get some much needed rest and set out to get everything they needed to stay in the cave for the rest of the week. He knew that his scent was more than enough to let anyone and anything to stay the fuck away from the cave, and that y/n would have been safe. Even though he'd returned with food supplies and other creature comforts to make a worthy nest, y/n was not too forgiving of his absence and jumped his bones the second he came back. After she'd deemed herself sated, they made their nest together, but it was hard to do anything without eventually getting distracted.

Y/n's belly was beginning to stretch out a little already from their activities and Lo'ak was completely mesmerised by the sight of his cum slipping out of her. So much so he could help but hold her down and get a taste. "Lo'ak... w-want your knot again..." she mewled, tugging fiercely at his braids while he drank down the sickly sweet taste of her slick.

"Oeya syulang, I haven't eaten all day, you can't blame me for wanting a taste... " Lo'ak growled softly before sinking his teeth in the scent gland on her left inner thigh, making her cry out. He soothed the wound with his tongue, lapping up her blood. "Now, you're going to have to behave for me a little, or I'm going to eat you out until you're a sobbing mess... understood?"

Y/n was a lot more partial to taking a break to eat and drink something after that. Lo'ak was not surprised when she feel asleep again, and he curled up around her on the makeshift bed they'd made, holding her close to his chest. He immediately woke up when she began to cry next to him a few hours later, not even thinking twice about mounting her from behind as her kissed her shoulders and reassured her everything was alright.

Y/n was the one to link their queues this time, moaning softly as he began to move. "Still hurts if I'm not inside you, baby?" Lo'ak asked, genuinely worried that the heat was still painful even though y/n was no longer facing it alone. Y/n shook her head and tried to find the right words to express what she was feeling, Lo'ak kissed her temple reassuringly, stroking her tail to soothe her. "J-just now... I think... I think I'm ready..." It took a little while for Lo'ak to understand, but then he felt it through their bond. Y/n was at the peak of her heat, and his next load was sure to get her pregnant. "You're happy..." she said, Lo'ak still forgetting that she could probably feel his heart soaring at that moment.

"Yeah..." He laughed, a little choked up. "Course I'm happy... so fucking happy" Lo'ak placed a hand on y/n's lower belly, firmly holding her there as he picked up his pace, pounding into her deeper and deeper. Y/n bared her neck to him then, submitting and asking him to mark her as his own. "Nga yawne lu oer..." He whispered before sinking his teeth into her scent gland, tasting the blood and sweetness there. Y/n cried out his name, feeling their bond deepen even more and the desperate need to mark Lo'ak just the same.

Both of them felt the exact moment when life began to blossom between the two of them when they were lying in each other's arms some moments afterwards. They were holding each other close and tending to the deep marks they'd left on each other's bodies. Lo'ak spent the rest of the night whispering promises and soft nothings to y/n, and she quelled all his anxieties about his wrongdoings or the fact that his child might have inherited his human features.

After all, she'd never cared for the right profile anyway.

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Z-Dog/Zdinarsk as a Yandere (hc styled fic)

Wc: 4.9k (watch this flop because it’s so obnoxiously long idk why it just grew itself into a full blown pic)

Warning/Tags: yandere behavior, slightly toxic behavior, obsessive behavior, f!reader x zdog, medic! Reader, recom!reader, mature language, a bit graphic description of an injury including blood and flesh degredation, a bit of forced touch, i have no idea how actual injuries work please just go along for the purpose of fiction, zdog kinda being an asshole but she’s just been through it, unhealthy obsession, zdog is just in denial for half the fic, biting, enemies (kinda) to lovers?

A/N: My second fic ever and first time writing for a female character ahhh! I really don’t like the way I wrote this one but what can I say I really tried my best, I hope this is to your liking anon! Welcome to any comments and requests!

Extremity Scale : 3.5/5

Type of Yandere: Obsessive, Worshipping (unknowingly), manipulative, slightly sadistic

- Zdinarsk is what others would call a heartless beauty

- Although masculine with her striking mohawk and exhibits of tattoos that spread like blooms throughout her newly blue body, the soldier had been endlessly pursued by RDA officials, scientists, comrades, male and female alike despite her cold attitude

- And one by one without a clench of her jaw on the monotonously sweet bubblegum she always seemed to be chewing, she had laughed callously before turning them away, mind focused solely on her occupation as a recom soldier

- On the battlefield, she was ruthless.

- Shots were fired without a second thought once she held her aim, and whether it was a gun, arrow, knife, or chain in her hands, her cold amber eyes didnt allow for a second of compassion before she made her kill.

- Zdog wasn’t afraid of pain, her many colored bold tattoos on various parts of her body displayed hours of needles that had penetrated her with ink, yet she adorned them like it was a part of her.

- It was all these qualities that made her a worthy comrade to officials and authorities like Quaritch and her trust recom team, valuing her professionalism, tolerance and bravery.

- Her cool exterior seemed to be impossible to break, it seemed to be part of her personality, even her closest comrades in the squad never saw her portray any emotion other than callous joy at the aspect of conquest or the neutrality she seemed to carry with her everywhere.

- Because she never saw a need to feel anything other than that, what was the point? Any other emotion wasn’t going to pay her, being soft or sympathetic like the RDA did for her cruelty when it was directed towards the natives. And damn a soul who bothered to try to entertain her romantically, that shit didn’t touch her heart or her body in the slightest, she stowed away the young part of herself that dreamed of connection with a person that can understand her and instead suited herself to a form in which she didn’t care for the affection of others.

- It was nothing more than a waste of time to her, Zdog had considered emotions to be consuming and useless, and when she wasnt out scouting with the recoms in the thickets of pandora, her little free time was easily passed in the thick leather sketchbook, her fingers thoughtlessly skimming over the thick sheets, nails digging in the cursed piece of charcoal (it was the closest thing to a pencil, the sick RDA officials only had office pens as an alternative) as thick lines formed into her next tattoo design

- As such, the only emotion Zdog really felt except for callousness and the joy of victory was minor annoyance.

- Annoyance towards anything that wasn’t needed, such as the resourceless parts of pandora, the tears of mourning that came with death, the lack of efficiency from any comrade, such things only wasted time and got in the way of the ultimate goal

- Which was why she particularly despised you.

- You were a recom too, but not a soldier

- You were a healer, just as you had been as a human, you had died healing the RDA soldiers that were wounded in the war between the navi and RDA

- And for whatever reason, the RDA had insisted on adding you onto the short list of people to recombinant for a new blue team on their return to Pandora, arguing that your healing skills were essential to survival

- Why did the scientists waste their time and resources putting you into a recombinant body, and then waste the fuel putting you in a cyro and shipping you all the way to pandora?

- Why were healers a thing anyways? Zdog’s scars always healed on their own, fuck the bandage or the cream. The only way to truly heal, as learned from multiple experiences Z-dog had, was to expose the damn bleeding scar to the air and let it bleed until it learned to close its own weeping mouth. The body has to heal eventually, it's why so many organs exist just to keep bood pumping.

- So the first time Zdog had unfortunately stumbled across a carnivorous plants in the thickets of the annoyingly damp forests of pandora, skillfully targeting her right bicep as it sank its teeth into the beloved inked arm of the unsuspecting soldier that was leaning across a tree, it was to both her and your misfortune that the colonel had sent her straight to you with commands of healing and treatment.

It was the first time you have received a patient since your arrival to the new RDA base, and your eyes widened when the outraged female was thrown into the ward, her upper right arm’s flesh seemingly curving inwards like the chunk of flesh was deflated from the bite.

“Colonel, I’m fine, a couple painkillers and it’ll be good as new” she barked, fangs bared as she tried to keep in her tears of both anger and physical pain, tearing through her like wildfire.

Colonel Quaritch only threw you a look of firm command as he commanded “do whatever you gotta do to get her arm good, and take your time, she’s not coming to missions for two weeks”, the colonel turned on his combat boots, leaving you alone with the hysterical soldier

Zdog whirled angrily, shocked and disoriented as she had never been off duty for that long. Reaching for the Colonel to come back before her head reeled from the fresh shots of pain up her raised arm, her blood dripping onto the bare silver floors of the ward.

You acted on instinct upon seeing the spurts of blood, rapidly bunching up gauze as you pressed into the wound, sitting her down on the bed.

Zdog hissed angrily, her body thrashing as her arm shook due to the huge amounts of loss of blood as she cussed incoherently, channeling her anger in attempt to stop you from wasting her time

“It’s people like you that make injuries worse, you don’t need to interfere, the body heals naturally, that’s the whole purpose for recombination, not that you would know, fucker who took on blue to do absolutely nothing”

“You’re right” you say calmly “the body heals naturally, just like how it was also that carnivorous plants nature to sink its teeth into your bare arm”

The glowering female soldier says nothing as she glares back, watching you as you unwrap the towers of gauze upon her wound.

You ignore her profanity and swiftly inspect the wound after pressurizing the opening to avoid amputation, the ink from her spilling out and blending with the dark blood as it swirled on her indigo skin.

Zdog cursed her heart as it beat rapidly, trying to look anywhere other than your knowing eyes that meticulously scanned her marks of injury, reassuring that her sweat and rapid shaking was from the physical shock and not the way your lips pursed together in expertise as you reached to grab disinfectant

Without warning, you poured the disinfectant on her wound after retracting as much blood as possible, the burn of the alcohol hurting almost more than the damn plant’s bite as it spilled into the marks, cleansing the indents from the vicious carnivorous plant

However the sear the disinfectant brought was a tickle compared to the rapid fire spreading amongst her heart, pumping blood rapidly at your firm touch on her arm and the whiff of sweet cherry she caught as your head whipped to place the disinfectant back on it’s shelf and disappeared behind a cabinet, digging through creams and bandages

Zdog had told herself it was only a natural reflex, her body trying to react to to pain as it sped it’s organs up, swallowing thickly as the your sweet scent left her surrounding, leaning forward from her resting position on the bed to catch it again

“What a medic, abandoning your patient like that” Zdog scuffs, the popping of her bubblegum breaking the silence in the room

“Please lay back Miss Zdinarsk, rapid movement will cause more blood loss” you reply as you approach her again, her eyes immediately mellowing when your sweet scent invades her again

“No one calls me that anymore” she breathes out, biting back her huffs of pain as you press the q-tip of healing cream into the cleaned wound, circles rubbing along the raw flesh. “Z-dog, or Z works”

You nod, leaning back as you rest the q-tip on the silver tray as you reach for a bandage. “Well Z, luckily there's no signs of infection, I suggest regular icing to increase blood flow to the area and less intense use of that arm” you lay an ice bag by her non injured arm.

“For how long, this is the arm i shoot with, i’ve actually got shit to do”

“Depends on the speed of your muscle recovery, for humans though, it would be at least 3 weeks before you can do lifts with that arm again without permanent tissue damage” Your fingers worked nimbly, wrapping the bandage around her toned arm

Her relaxed form suddenly seemed riled up again as the words came out of your mouth, frown etching its way on her face as she growled. “I’ll be fucking damned”

“And because the bite had drawn your blood out of that part of your flesh, your tattoo ink had also leaked out with it, so that might be distorted, if not gone” the bandage was pressed with care before wrapped with another layer of gauze.

The cold buzz of the AC in the ward almost did nothing to combat the way her face heat up as your palm pressed the bandage in place with medical tape, before she remembered the proper emotion she was supposed to be feeling, rage, not whatever appreciation she was developing towards a person that only made her future work inconvenient by dramatifying the injury

“Listen Z, I’m only here to help, I know this is a frustrating situation, but the only thing you can do is to rest, and if there’s anything i can do to help in your recovery, please tell me” you say, your recited script towards angry patients such as her prepared as she kicks herself off the bed, stalking towards your form as you explain softly.

“Listen up miss nurse, I didn’t need this. I’ll be going out to the mission and I’ll be doing whatever I like with this arm that you only damaged more with your shit medical proceudure.” She growls angrily, the blood loss from the injury and your scent making her head spin with confusion.

Why did she have the urge to pull you into her, to feel your sweet scent closer, what is this strange undertone to her anger?

You say nothing as her non-injured arm slams her first into the wall behind you, her bubblegum scent ghosting over you as she towered, tail swishing excitedly as her tone said exactly the opposite things

“I didn’t ask for this, the recombinant bodies heal faster and I don’t need your false pity, and maybe you’d know if you actually did anything other than sit in your pretty little ward, so i’m gonna fucking show you now”

What she did next shocked you, it hadn’t processed in your brain that her single hand had somehow made it to pin both of your arms above her and you were only able to see the flash of her mohawk as a warm spotch bubblegum was spat out. And before you even had time to squirm in response, you felt fangs sinking into your blue neck much similar to the way the carnivorous plant had done to her arm, but with surprising tenderness

Zdog had no idea what she was doing, no. She did. She was doing this to teach you a lesson, to demonstrate how the recombinant bodies worked as you clearly had no idea. She wasn’t doing this because of how much she indulged in the fluttering in her heart and stomach when she tasted the softness of your skin, the addictive feeling of your flesh on her tongue.

No blood was drawn, her saliva connecting her to the bright mark as she pulled away, still glaring at you as she inhaled sweet cherry rapidly, savoring the sweet taste of your flesh and laughing against your collarbone as she heard your cry. Damned the way her body relaxed like a cat as she retreated.

“And you’ll be paying for that tattoo that i lost” she said matter-of-factly, boots sliding across the floor as she slammed the door to the ward, leaving you dazed, confused, and the mark on your neck burning as her brown queue swished out of sight, the ice bag chunks rattling like her heart on the way out.

You couldn’t deny that you had enjoyed your little scuffle with her, you couldn’t help it, feeling the magnetic attraction the soldier exuded from her built form and confidence. And even if deep down you knew it was wrong, you’d be stupid to report it to anyone in the RDA, the recom team was basically the backbone of all the physical operations holding the establishment up, they wouldn’t hear a recombination nurse out if it meant the best to them

Zdog returned to her quarters, jaw empty of the bright pink bubblegum that frequented her mouth as she rolled her tongue around her teeth, trying to memorize the way your flesh felt around them.

In her mind, gnawed a voice, telling her to apologize to you, to see you again, to thank you

Her head reeled with swirling new emotions that she swore were useless as she layed on her bed pried open her sketchbook, trying to sketch an image of you, memorizing every feature before she realized her dominant arm was in too much pain.

She huffed frustratedly, before throwing her head back to her pillow, and icing her arm

Whenever she had been injured before, her comrades had laughed at her weakness, taking it as a chance to demote her position or belittle her for feeling pain, along with the fact that she had been a female, it had caused her to be pushed around.

But you? No “get over it”s or belittling laughs, just words of genuine advice as your fingers pressed gently into her wound, smoothing over the years of mistreatment she had received, and whether it was rehearsed from years of expertise as a medic or genuine care, your sweet cherry scent made it all too confusing to distinct.

Now all that filled her head is the sound of your sweet voice as it reassured her and your form in the white medic robes that softly pressed against her cargo vest.

Reminiscing, she lifted the ice bag, tracing the bandage where your delicate fingers had graced upon her arm, and a smile made its way upon her face unknowingly.

A brilliant excuse to see you again creeped its way into her mind as she ripped off the bandage, admiring the way you had folded it intricately as she held it to her chest, her heart beating rapidly.

I need to see her again, I need to, and I will no matter what.

Deep down she knew it was not needed, but two weeks off with an injured arm called for routines out of the ordinary.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just do something useless for once, the anger would be just as time consuming as the weird feeling of attachment she felt near you.

She slept disturbingly well that night, the cloth held close to her chest as she dreamed of tied hair, marked necks, and sweet cherries.

Despite not having duty, the responsible soldier still awoke early to send off the colonel and the rest of the team, still holding back her complaints when the colonel shook her head, telling her she wouldn’t be any good with her shooting arm injured before he assigned her to stay at the base.

As soon as the recom helicopter lifted off into to pandora sky, she skipped excitedly to the mess hall, where breakfast was being served, cherry red gum popping in her mouth as she scanned the room for a particular blue medic

Her heart seems to sink stupidly when not a single other blue form was seen in the room, her jaw tightening around the cherry gum as the flavor seemed to taunt her

That’s right, this is what you deserve for being such a impulsive asshole, indulging yourself in emotions that waste more of your time, and wasting even more energy walking around to find her

You see the agile female’s tail swishing curiously from miles away, you approach her, squinting when you realize she doesn’t have her bandage from yesterday

Zdog’s jaw immediately falls slack when she smells it, her heart racing, reciting your name, as it sends her stepping back towards the source, almost knocking into your form.

“Back so soon?” You tilt your head towards her bare arm, scar breathing without the bandage

“Looking for you nurse, just needed another bandage, you didn’t anchor it enough and it fell off when I was sending the squad off earlier” Zdog says fluently, rehearsed words from her practiced scenarios ready for whatever response you have

You only raise your eyebrows, chuckling as you led her back to the ward. Not that you were really a faster walker by any chance, the soldier made a strong effort to take smaller strolls to admire your beautiful form from the back, the sweet swirls of tenderness and affection filling her as her heart pounded louder and louder as you sat her down to bandage her, almost 10 times as intense as the way it had felt yesterday

Correct to Zdog’s assumption, the scar had indeed healed a lot faster than you had expected, though her arm was still sore and healing, the wounds had closed up a lot faster than expected

You raise your eyebrows when you see that her scar has healed fast, leaning back as your eyes scan over it

She gulps almost nervously, voice coarse and low as she mumbles “what’re you lookin at, nurse, get on with it”

“Maybe you were right, recombinant bodies really do heal much faster, i doubt you really even need the bandage” you say hesitantly, as if questioning your own healing abilities

Zdog’s eyes widen as she reaches out for you, fingers around your arm as she tries to sound as threatening as possible, but her words coming out as pleas instead ``Nope. You’re a medic aren’t you? So do your job and bandage me, or else I can get you fired and on your way back to earth” she had plotted this with so much meticulous thought just to feel your fingers on her arm again! It surely can’t go to waste, she was gonna go out and find another carnivorous plant if she had to

You smile softly, chuckling and the sound goes straight through Zdog’s ears into her heart.

What is this fluttering feeling? Why won’t it stop?

“Where’s this compliancy coming from, you barely let me do anything yesterday, Ms. I have shit to do with this arm” you sit down and twist the cap off the healing cream, grabbing another q tip

Zdog rolls her eyes naturally, although she cant help but open it faster when she feels the rub of the soothing cream on her arm, amber eyes trained on your experienced movements

“If I really wanted to get back, maybe I should heal in the right way so I can do shit faster” she muses, fingers tempted to run themselves down your delicate queue and spine that was exposed to her as you leaned to heal her

You blink, sighing as you reach for the gauze “I think you were right though, maybe these procedures are only damaging it more, maybe it needs to just breathe. Are you sure you need the bandage?”

Zdog nods rapidly, her bold neck tattoos becoming a blur of black and blue as she spits out, trying to keep up her shell up and ignore whatever was swirling in her heart an brain “What do you think? Does that arm look anywhere near healed to you? Do you want me to walk around unbandaged and get a worse injury?”

It wouldn’t hurt to just indulge in the useless things a little bit, processes that only really waste time if it’s with you. It wouldn’t hurt to just have it on if it meant your fingers would grace my arm everyday

“Plus, I’m sure the only reason the lil nasty’s recovered this fast is because of your speed and expertise in treating it yesterday, don’t question your skill” The sentence hopped out of Zdog’s mouth almost unknowingly, and she almost wanted to bash her head against the wall. What did she say that for? You didn’t need reassurance, reassurance was for people who didn’t know anything, people who needed others to walk them along

Before her thoughts become more self deprecating, your laugh echoes through the ward, the cold silver and white walls suddenly becoming welcoming as you shake your head, anchoring the gauze in palace on your arms

“Flattering, but I really mean it when I say I think you may have been right about recombinant bodies healing faster” you lift your neck, bearing the mark that was violently purple yesterday, faded to a shade of lavender with the fang indents like marks of violet.

Zdog swallows, feeling both guilty and in a weird way, proud when she sees the mark.

“Yeah about that, that’s my bad, I was pissed and out of my mind because I’ve never been told to stay off duty yesterday, being out all day in that damp jungle heated my blood, and I may have been tryna prove a point about recombinants but that was completely fucked up and unnecessary”

she looks down at her lap, 9 feet body suddenly feeling like she was a young human girl in the marines again, disappointing her sergeant for not being as strong and capable as they expected

You set down the gauze gently and lean down to peer at her, her downcasted gaze unable to see the slight blush on your face “I’m not gonna say it’s okay to bite a medic that was trying to treat you, but you’re lucky it was me, I didn’t mind it that much, and it really did prove a point that recombinant bodies heal faster”

Zdog nods quickly, happy as she detected no anger in your voice. “Never trying that again for sure though”

“The world’s medical field is in danger if that's what you act like to everyone who tries to treat you” you chortle

For the rest of the day, Z-Dog spent time helping you maintain the ward as an extended apology to her behavior yesterday as she continued to indulge in the honey like emotion that came with being near you

- Through the next week, the ward seems to grow warmer and more homey every time Z-Dog visits (though by the first four days, her arm was completely fine, she found excuses) unknowingly, Z-Dog began to sink in the feeling of the previously useless emotions, letting it consume her until she was wasted in love

- Without knowing it, morning visits for rebandaging had turned into long conversations where Z-Dog healed more than the injury of her arm, but burns and bruises of her childhood and life as a female soldier that was constantly undermined, you saw that her hard exterior seemed to be a essential part of her that she needed for protection

- And to be honest, Z-Dog didn’t think really about what she said to you or how she said it, words just flew out of her mouth as the soft feeling of trust and affection drifted over her, your understanding gaze and comforting words binding you together like a web

- The bonding had quickly grown into something wordlessly essential and romantic, things Z-Dog always used to qualify as a waste, but now just like her cold exterior, the soft moments where your hands interlaced as she talked to you about her past seemed just as natural.

- She was almost always in contact with you, physically, whether it was the ways her eyes followed your every move or the way her hand was always by your hip, shoulder, head, it became a constant

- She followed you everywhere in the guise of protection in return for you healing her and never let her eyes off you

- And even when you were busy or actually did have other RDA matters, they seem to come cancelled last minute on short notice (because even the officials knew not to mess with a injured recom soldier that was defending the organization), and you couldn’t just leave Z-Dog alone, her words always seemed to have a way of wrapping themselves against you

- “You’re gonna leave your injured patient waiting alone like that when she’s in pain needing medical attention? Wow, I thought you cared about me”

- “You still owe me for the tattoo, yknow, so it might be less financially burdening in the future if you treat me well right now”

- There were many late nights where Z-Dog had opted to stay in your quarters instead of hers, arguing that she slept better and healed faster, her sketchbook filling up with doodles and intricate charcoal lines with details of you. Her beloved muse.

- Back in her own quarters, folded along her sketches of you were her past bandages, as well as hairbands she stole from you, keeping everything that you had touched or interacted with like a piece of magical artifact organized like a shrine upon her nightstand as she put them under her pillow, sleeping well to the thought of you.

- Two weeks had passed by and her arm was as good as new, as the two of you only grew closer and closer, the romantic attraction was undeniable, your blue tails tangled together as her arms sneak around your waist while you you documented her healing progress at the ward

- Until one morning the cool, brazen female soldier was gone, leaving you alone and confused in your empty bed before you realized that her duty had begun again. The past weeks had been nothing but a vacation and relaxation for her, and now that she is back on duty you could certainly expect to never speak to her again. It was all probably just a sort of short term association with her

- The day passed in a sort of a weird haze for you, strolling around the base without the sight of your certain badass soldier you were infatuated with

The night after her first day on duty, rapid knocks sound at your ward door as you’re working overtime, trying to distract yourself from your attachment with Zdog. Distraught and confused, you rush out of your seat in your white robes as you open it and see the female soldier, bright as ever

“Oh? Come to visit after ditching me this morning?” You say, a bit salty as you step back, suddenly noticing a bandage on her upper arm again

Z-Dog only looks at you, pupils filled with affection and joy as she laughs “Actually, I need help with my arm again”

You blink back an eye roll, used to the intentional injuries she sometimes did to recieve more medical attention from you as you wordlessly sit her down on the bed like many nights before where you guys had laughed, cried, kissed, and loved as your nimble fingers unwrap her bandage.

The white gauze falls away and under the soft glow of your examination table light and your eyes are busy scanning for cuts, violet reds or blood, or dark bruises that you almost miss it at first

Black, bold, yet slick and elegant letters curve around her blue skin, replacing the faded and distorted tattoo that had once been there, thick and bold as the ink is fresh, you can almost still see the puncture of the needles that she so willingly sat through and for hours before she had rushed up to your door, the shock in your eyes blurs your vision until you focus in and make out the letters of your name, with a tiny, clumsy heart identical that you had doodled on her sketchbook nights ago next to it

“Z- what is this” You breath in awe

“Well, you were the person that helped my arm heal the fastest, and parts of my heart as well, so why not dedicate the new area of skin to you instead of redoing a boring old tattoo” She chuckles matter of factly, pulling you into her lap as you continue staring at in awe

“Oh Zdinarsk” You gasp, tears blurring your vision as you look at the huge bold letters

“You never paid me back for the one I lost though, so how about a deal” She looks up at you playfully, true unfiltered joy in her once callous eyes

“Be my girl? My personal nurse, hm?” She asks cooly, thumbs smoothing over your ears as if her own heart wasnt pounding through the heavy cargo vest she wore for duty

And when you nod happily as she pulls you into a kiss of many to come, she realizes in the moment that yes, love wasn’t entirely necessary, and neither was her tattoo, or opening up to you, or the feelings that overtook her when she held you to herself proudly the next day as she introduced you to the squad, arm still firm around your waist as if to mark you for herself

None of it was necessary, and yes, maybe she was wasting her time, her love, her emotions. But even love was nothing more than a waste of her time, she would gladly waste it all on you, over and over again.

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netcro · 1 year

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y/n: im not navi im just human

Tsireya:i do not care i see you

Tsireya and y/n smile as they hug

Tsireya purrs contentedly

#Tsireyaxmalereader #tsireya x reader #tsireya x fem!reader #avatar x male reader #avatar x reader #avatar x female reader

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azaleaniath · 1 year

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~ ROTXO X FEM! SULLY READER ~ (MODERN AU)

Unexpected

synopsis: You and your siblings are invited to a party with Ao'nung. You had expected a calm evening at his house, without Rotxo. Turns out it wasn't anything like that and you have to face your crush sooner or later.

warnings: flirting, alcohol, mild mentions of sex, jealousy aged up to 21

SFW | 4.5k words

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

How great. You had totally forgotten that it was friday and Ao'nung had invited you and your siblings over to party with him. Until Lo'ak had stormed into your room to tell you to get inside the car, you were totally unaware that this party would take place tonight. You heard your older siblings car honk in the parking lot as Lo'ak told you that they've been waiting in the vehicle for 15 minutes.

You checked the time on your phone. 08:42 pm

two missed calls from: skxawng bro

3 minutes ago

new message from: big bro

'u coming? We're in the car waiting for you'

Fuck.

A quick look in the mirror followed.

Beige plaid flannel pajama pants and a brown hoodie, unbrushed hair in a messy bun, that was definetly not the perfect fit for a party. But it was just Ao'nungs house, right?

"There's no time to change, we're already late! Hurry up girl, Tsireya already asked where we're at!"

"Have you seen me?!" you barked at him, quickly grabbing your most important belongings.

"You promised me you'd come with me! If you let me down now I'll tell mom and dad about the exam you fucked up last week!"

You only growled at him before slipping out of bed and letting him drag you downstairs. He barely left you any time to get into some shoes as he urged you outside and into the car. Neteyam started the vehicle as soon as he caught sight of you in the back mirror.

"Yo bro, you got the address?"

Lo'ak asked his brother once he got in and clipped the buckle of his passenger seatbelt. Neteyam tipped around on his the display of his built in navigation system, furrowing his brows.

"Yeah, it's only a few miles but I don't think I've ever been there before..." A cold shower ran down your spine.

"Wait. We're not going going to Ao'nung house?" You tried fixing your hair, checking yourself in your front camera of your phone. Neteyam shook his head. Wonderful.

"So we're going to this unknown destination and I look like shit. Why am I even coming with you..." you questioned, not expecting an answer.

"We'll just have a fun night, okay? Lo'ak, I'd appreciate if you and Ao'nung wouldn't fight this once." Neteyam said, steering the car with one hand while checking the upcoming redlight.

"We're friends bro, it just makes me wanna puke to see how he touches you, especially in public- ugh!" Lo'ak shook his head in disgust, to which Neteyam only blushed.

"Oh shut up, don't make me start talking about you and Tsireya. Your staring makes me uncomfortable too, baby bro."

Lo'ak, definetly feeling offended by this, tried to draw the topic away from himself, instead of that he brought you into the conversation. "Well, at least I talk to the person I like, other than y/n."

You gasped, feeling your cheeks flushing at his comment right away. "H-hey, what's that supposed to mean?!"

"Oh come on, you know who I'm talking about~" your brother cooed, Neteyam grinned to himself silently. Your blushed cheeks only deepened in color as you caught his expression in the mirror.

You decided to stay quiet as well, there was nothing you could say to your defense anyways. These feelings you held for Rotxo were undeniable. He was just the cutest, most caring metkayina you had ever met. This boy had owned your heart for some time already. The way he would look out for his friends was most adorable. It probably would be an unsolved mystery to you why he and - out of all people - Ao'nung got along so well. They were like salt and pepper, moonlight and sunshine. Yet they had been the closest friends since childhood. It truly made you wonder.

You stayed silent until the arrival. When Neteyam pulled up to the parking lot you could only stare at the building of the club, jaw dropped.

It wasn't just any towns club as it seemed. Instead, Lo'ak and you gasped at the sight of the bougie looking, black building. The music could already be heard from outside, loud booming basses causing your ears to twitch.

"Is this the right address?" you finally asked. Neteyam explained that Ao'nungs father had some connections and therefore knew the owner of this club.

Great.

The three of you got out of the parked car soon and walked towards the long entrance line. Again you looked down on yourself, nibbling on your bottom lip in nervousness. "They'll never let me get in there, guys..."

Neteyam patted your shoulder, giving you a reassuring look.

"If Ao'nung says 'don't worry-"

"Then I'm especially worried." Lo'ak finished, before your older brother corrected him with a scolding look.

"Then there's no reason to worry."

You didn't even bother getting your ID out, pretty certain that they wouldn't let you in either way.

After some time, you were finally next in line. The bouncers checked the three of you up and down, trying to swallow their laughs.

"You're most definitely not getting in there like that, young lady." One of them huffed, lowering their sunglasses a bit to muster you once again.

"We're invited to the lounge." Neteyam spoke calmly, but the two men only crossed their arms in front of their buff chest, letting out a hearty laughter.

"In your dreams maybe, boy."

Neteyam's face got a bit more serious as they started laughing and he copied their pose.

"We're guests of Ao'nung. I don't think his parents would like to hear about this occurrence."

They immediately froze in their laughter, then checked the digital list again. Your eldest brother leaned over their little tablet and pointed out your names. You too peaked over to the screen, feeling a cold shower slowly run down your shovering spine.

Rotxo status: present, arrived at 08:28pm

The very first name on the list. After that followed Tsireya, then Neteyam, Lo'ak, you and also Kiri. She had decided to stay at home and study. Oh how much you wished you could swap places with her right now.

You punched Lo'aks upper arm rather unpleasantly, and he exactly knew why.

"I thought he isn't here tonight?!" you hissed in anger, "You said he wouldn't come?!"

Your brother rubbed his arm in pain before your brothers showed their ID's.

"I'm sorry okay? I didn't want you to leave me alone with Ao'nung and Neteyam!"

"You know I can hear you?" Your oldest brother growled, getting his wristband as well as Lo'ak.

"You'll be fine. Let's get in and find them."

Your heartbeat quickened just at the thought of meeting Rotxo tonight. Especially since you looked like you just woke up and this club was worth more money than you'd possibly ever make.

"I'll get myself an uber and go back ho-" Just then you got interrupted by a loud, familiar voice. Ao'nungs head appeared from behind the bouncers, giving them a quick nod and pulling the three of you in with a loud, happy cheer.

"My favourite guests, finally! Eywa, took you long enough! Did Lo'ak drive?" Ao'nung chuckled, pecking Neteyam on his cheek before his blue eyes fell upon you. He checked you up and down, starting to laugh in disbelief.

"I invited you to party with me, not for a sleepover!" You simply sighed, eyes rolling back slightly.

"But hey, whatever. Let's go guys, let me show you around, just follow me."

Not only Ao'nung noticed your eyecatching wardrobe. Some people who passed you turned back to you, pointed at you, laughed at you.

How fucking embarrassing.

Part of the tour of course included the fancy bar close to the lounge. Your eyes shot wide open at the sight, and you quickly decided to climb onto a bar stool, clawing at the surface of the bar.

"I'll stay right here. You go have fun!" Your voice fought against the loud music as you leant closer towards the three men, then over the surface towards the bar table. Ao'nung simply shrugged and pulled a tab card out of his pockets, handing it to you.

"All drinks are on me of course, but don't go too crazy or my father will kill me!" He gave you a warning look before his expression softened again and he lead the two other Sully's into a more calm area. You could spot your brothers and Ao'nung from back there, sitting down on the expensive furniture next to two other figures. It didn't take you long to identify them as Rotxo and Tsireya in the neon light.

The smaller man looked into your direction after a quick talk to his best friend, his eyes started searching for you desperately. For a second, you met his gaze. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy at the mere sight, causing you to turn back around with a heated face, calling out for the bartender as soon as he was free. You needed something strong, and preferably a lot of it.

~~~

A few drinks for confidence later you looked back to your group, just as you noticed Ao'nung pushing himself through the crowd, only to lean against the bar next to you. By his look alone you could tell that he was definitely up to something. This smug grin was nothing new.

"You're not enjoying yourself?" he almost yelled so you could hear him despite the loud music.

"Come sit with us, y/n! We'd love to have you around!"

You pursed your lips, looking back at the group. Lo'ak and Tsireya made their way to the dance floor and you knew your brother way too good. By his walk alone you could tell he was already tipsy as he chased his girlfriend through the dancing people. Rotxo and Neteyam were currently talking on a couch, but that didn't keep the smaller metkayina from looking up to you with a shy smile. That alone caused your heart to throb in your ribcage.

"I don't know..." you mumbled, but Ao'nung could read it from your lips.

"Come, I'm sure it will be fun! And I think Rotxo could use some company too, huh?" Your eyes lit up at his words instantly, but you could only stare at the empty glass your hands clenched around. Ao'nung was indeed spoiled, but definitely not stupid or blind. He knew why you hesitated.

As you slowly turned to the man besides you, he took the empty glass from your tight grip and shoved it away. "I'm sure he'd be happy to have you around!" he reassured loudly before he gently dragged you towards their corner. Eywa, it was humiliating to pass all these people in your outfit. Some of them you knew from college or high school, others from Ao'nungs circle of friends. What had you gotten yourself into? You assumed to be drinking at his house, without so many people, without so much pressure, without Rotxo. But here you were.

As soon as you dropped yourself next to Neteyam you tried to hide from Rotxos eyes behind the rather broad figure of your brother. By eywa, your heart was about to burst just at the sight of him.

Ao'nung noticed immediately and asked Neteyam to get a drink with him. In shock you froze, wanting to keep Neteyam here for a while longer, but he excused himself for a minute. And now you were there, with Rotxo and a few people you barely know.

He greeted you with a sweet smile, waving at you. Of course he too was wondering about your wardrobe. Yet he found it rather cute, but confusing. You pulled your knees closer, trying to hide in that oversized hoodie of yours.

He scooted closer to you, but you could only look to the ground in embarrassment. "I didn't know you'd come today?" he asked, which made you purse your lips, not knowing what do say. It wasn't the first time he was talking to you, not at all. You had known him since your freshman year and instantly set your eyes on him. You were simply not prepared to look at him right now. Not after Ao'nung had figured out you liked Rotxo and 'accidentally' dropped it in the group chat.

Oh how much you'd give to just disappear, even more as all of a sudden a wonderful, pretty girl just dropped down next to him with a wide, confident smile. Unlike you, she was well dressed in a tight dress which left nothing to the imagination. You could tell she had spent hours getting ready, smelling her strong perfume from across the leather couch. Rotxos face twisted immediately.

"Hey gorgeous, you don't mind if I sit here, do you?" she asked loudly, getting really touchy really fast.

"Actually I'm talking-" Rotxo couldn't nearly finish before her high pitched voice interfered. "Your friend Ao'nung told me that you're single so I thought we could get to know each other? I'm Iliya!"

Iliya. Eywa, you already hated her. But you had to admit, she probably didn't even need that full face of makeup to look that good. You could only clench your teeth, averting your gaze in jealousy as soon as she placed a hand on his shoulder, the other resting on his thigh. Rotxo leaned back to look past her, shooting an annoyed and fed up gaze at his best friend.

"Ao'nung says a lot, especially when there's alcohol involved." Rotxo simply stated, then he reached out to his virgin strawberry colada that stood on the glass table in front of the couch. Not like he was thirsty- he actually just wanted to get her hands away. But as soon as he sat back up again, her hands landed on his body once more.

He wasn't really experienced in talking to women. Most females he knew drooled over Ao'nung. Why not after all? He was tall, had gorgeous long hair, was built like a god, his charm was unmatched. On top of that, he had a lot of money and influence, thanks to his father mostly. But still, Ao'nung was everything Rotxo wasn't. It was hard for him to believe that anyone would ever see him as long as he'd stand in Ao'nungs shadow. If anyone ever was interested in being close to him it was for his best friend mostly. But as Ao'nung had sent this one message into the group chat, he nearly bursted oit of excitement. He liked you too.

"Hey, why don't we play a game, huh? If you guess my age correctly I'll give you a free kiss! And if you like it, i don't know... We could go somewhere more private?"

This fucking Iliya-bitch.

She made your blood boil so easily.

You had seen enough. Without a word you stormed outside to the nearby balcony, unable to watch this girl hitting on the boy you liked any longer. It was frustrating, really. If only Rotxo would notice you and see you as more than just the sister of his best friend's boyfriend.

Yet you doubted that he'd ever take you seriously again after that group chat situation. You remembered the message just too well, word for word.

'I don't understand why y/n doesn't talk to Rotxo if she' s crushing on him lmao'

Apparently that message was meant for Neteyam only. Neteyam only my ass, you thought. Ao'nung knew exactly what he was doing.

The breeze in your face immediately cooled your hot head. Fuck, why did you even come here?

"Great, what a fucking night..." you groaned, gripping into your messy hair.

"Can i join you here?" A gentle voice asked from behind, making you turn instantly. There he stood, Rotxo. Alone.

You only hummed in response, uncertain if you wanted to be alone or not.

He stretched his arm out to you, holding his drink into your direction.

He wanted to share his drink with you? Not that you would mind, but the thought of an indirect kiss did make your heart flutter somehow.

"Thanks..." you mumbled before Taking a quick sip from his straw. The taste of cold cream and strawberry melted on the lightly numb tongue of yours which the alcohol had caused. You quickly swallowed giving Rotxo a tight lipped smile afterwards.

Rotxo watched the lights of the city in the distance. It was a pretty sight to him, but by far not as pretty as the sea. Or as you.

"What was that..." the metkayina shook his head in disbelief.

"You mean... that girl?"

"Yeah" he huffed, eyes combing through the horizon.

You frowned. "Sounded like she was very interested in you..."

He didn't fail to miss the sound of disappointment in your voice and hope sparked in him. Maybe Ao'nung was right about what he had said in the group chat? Soon his phone started buzzing, so he decided to take a look.

new message from: Ao

'why did you send her away man? Not your taste? ;)'

two new messages from: unknown

'hiii'

'that big metkayina hottie gave me your number. Wanna meet me at the bar in 5?'

"Seriously?" Rotxo cursed, deleting the message from the unknown number after blocking them.

reply to: Ao

'dude, stop it please. It's not funny. you know I like y/n...'

He waited for a few seconds after that and he instantly got a reply.

new message from: Ao

'just tryna make her jealous and confess since you ain't doing it bro'

Rotxo furrowed his brows reading his message. 'Because that's the way to do it...' he thought. He decided to turn his phone off instead. Ao'nung could be such a pain in the ass sometimes. Soon Rotxo put the phone back into his pocket, taking a sip from his drink.

His eyes mustered you up and down, yet not in a judging way at all.

It surely didn't go unnoticed by you, so you quickly spoke up before he could say anything first.

"Don't ask, okay? I didn't know we'd go here."

His eyes lit up as you excused yourself for how you looked.

"N-no, I wasn't gonna say anything against it. Actually... I think you look good in this. It may not be suited for this location but it's way better than these girls in their dresses that really show off everything."

You instantly felt your cheeks heating up at his compliment.

"You think so?"

"Of course! You look quite adorable." he admitted, tugging gently on your oversized hoodie. It made you giggle, heart exploding from this small gesture. As much as you wanted to enjoy this moment, it felt weird since he had probably read the messages in the group chat concerning you. He hadn't said anything but he had been online ever since. Well, it was now or never to find out.

You cleared your throat as quetly as possible."I'm glad you're not like Ao'nung. He can be happy to have such a good friend like you."

A friend. Was that the way he saw you too?

"Thanks, huh..." he mumbled. Your eyes met for a second and your heart skipped a beat. For some time, both of you only stood in silence.

"So..." he finally broke the silence again, "you're not looking for some summer fling or something like that, right?" You quickly shook your head, huffing shyly. "No. That's nothing for me..."

"Good, me neither." Wow, that answer came quicker than he wanted to. He blinked a few times, wishing he'd be able to keep himself more calm. Your phone kept buzzing in your pockets so you decided to take a look.

new message from: fish lips

'justmake the fucck out'

You shot a daring gaze over Rotxos shoulder, seeing a tipsy Ao'nung watching the two of you from the other side of the glass door. He pointed at you and Rotxo with a wide grin, making the most unholy and obscene gestures. How the fuck did he even bag your brother, seriously?

Ao'nung paused for a moment to send you another message.

'isyou gettin layed tonight??"

Rotxo turned to see his best friend continuing to mimic to him and you. Your teeth bit down onto your lower lip. Yeah, there was no way you could have a serious conversation with Rotxo like that. Fuck, it made you uncomfortable. The floor beneath your feet would do you the greatest favour by opening up and devouring you completely.

"I think I'm actually gonna call an uber..." you mumbled, tipping around on your phone screen.

"You're going home?" There was indeed a touch of disappointment in Rotxos voice but he could understand your choice just too well. This was getting ridiculous.

"Then I'll drive you home."

In no time your eyes met again.

Oh, how much he lost himself in yours.

"No need, really. I'm calling Kiri or dad to pick me up or something."

"I didn't drink, y/n. It's no big deal, I'll gladly do it if that means you're getting home safely."

His reassuring words left you considering.

"You have a car? I didn't even know?"

Rotxo grabbed into his pockets, revealing a matte black Benz key.

"It's Ao'nungs car, not mine. But I take it all the time, I'm sure he doesn't mind."

You hesitated for a moment. This would only work like oil to the fire of the rumors concerning the two of you, but in the end you gave in. Mentally preparing yourself for the stupid looks, you made your way back in with slow footsteps. Rotxo followed, keeping an eye on anyone that might bump into you.

By now, Ao'nung and Neteyam sat on the couch again. The metkayina had pulled your brother onto his lap, spreading a few sloppy kisses along his neck.

You cringed and pursed your lips awaiting the bad jokes as their eyes lifted up and fell upon the two of you.

"I'll be back in a bit, I'll just drive y/n home." Rotxo explained, keeping you close to him. Ao'nung nodded with a proud grin, but his best friend only waved it off.

"I'll drink to that! Finally losing your v-card!" Ao'nung slurred, Neteyam shook his head. You pulled your sleeves over your hands and turned away slightly, unable to look at anyone after that comment. Neteyam turned to his boyfriend and gave him a scolding look. Rotxo was a good guy who wouldn't even think about anything like that. But instead of starting another argument, Rotxo decided to ignore his best friend's comment.

"Imma take your car, just so you know. I trust you're in safe hands with Neteyam?"

"I trust y/n is in safe hands with you?" his best friend countered, his drunk smirk only widening. "If you need anything, there's condoms, lube and some other stuff in the glove compartment! But don't get my seats messy!" Rotxo only facepalmed, his visage twisted in disgust.

"I'm not interested, Ao'nung. You should know that. I'll turn my phone back on. If there's anything, Neteyam can text me." He growled as the two of you got ready to leave. Rotxo ensured that he'd be back in a bit after bringing you home safely, then come back to play the designated driver for Ao'nung, Neteyam, Lo'ak and Tsireya as soon as they were done having their fun.

Once he had guided you out of the club, he led you towards his best friend's car. He just wanted to get away from here. This entire evening, apart from talking to you, was nothing but a torture to both of you. Rotxo would've preferred anything with you. A movie night, cooking together or even studying with you. Anything that would not include anyone mocking him or you for your feelings. Just him and you. That sounded a lot more enjoyable.

You thanked him as he opened the passenger door for you, letting you hop inside and closing the door carefully. Before he got in, one of your hands slipped under the hook of the glove department. Curiosity killed the cat they say, but Ao'nung didn't lie. You instantly regretted looking as you quickly shut the door again, hoping Rotxo hadn't seen. Again you wondered how the hell your brother had found interest in him, but with that new information engraved into your brain, you didn't actually want to think about that anymore.

"You need the address?" you asked once he got in, gripping the steering wheel tightly. He leaned his head against it with a loud exhale, relieved he had gotten out of the club alive. He had sworn he'd die as Ao'nung had told him that you were coming too.

"I've dropped your brothers off some times already, I know the way. Listen y/n, uhm... I don't know what to say exactly, but I'm sorry. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable with that whole situation tonight..."

Your breath hitched at his sudden words. For a moment there was only silence, though you could hear your heart pounding loud and clearly.

Then you decided to speak up about it.

"It's not your fault, you don't have to apologize-"

"Yes I do. I should've talked to you about this earlier. I, uh..."

How fucking embarrassing that he brought this up now, but he had to talk this through once.

He managed to overcome himself, finally.

"I... I like you."

Did he really just say that?

Just like that?

You felt your heart pounding in your chest. Your lungs burned from holding your breath in shock. But the surprise was most pleasant. Luckily it was already late at night so he couldn't see how madly you blushed and vice versa. His face felt as if it was on fire, up to his ears. His grip around the steering wheel tightened, yet his words made you more confident.

There was no point in hiding your wide smile as you searched for his eyes, gently placing a hand on his knee. At first he jumped, unsure if that touch was intended, but how could it not be? His eyes landed on yours before one of his hands layed to rest on yours. "I like you too, Rotxo."

It wasn't a huge surprise to him, but it still felt wonderful to hear it from you personally.

He smiled brightly, taking your hand from his thigh only to lift it up to his face, placing the most lovely, soft kiss you could ever imagine onto your knuckles.

A warm feeling was spreading throughout your entire stomach as his lips gently pressed against your hand.

A loud growl from your stomach came up all of a sudden. You hadn't eaten anything all evening. With pursed lips you turned your head away, embarrassed by the noises your empty belly gave off.

Rotxo huffed silently before his lips kissed your knuckles once again.

"Let's get some food before I'll get you home, okay? Let's let the others wait."

As hungry as you were you contemplated. "You know if we take only a minute longer than needed there will be even more rumors..."

Rotxo shook his head, he didn't care about that. "Doesn't matter to me as long as it doesn't matter to you."

You too shook your head quickly and he placed your hand back on his thigh. "It doesn't. Food sounds great." Then he inserted the keys and started the car with a bright smile.

"So, burgers or pizza? You choose."

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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The one bed trope with Avatar men? They're big and cuddly and cute and hot so I have to get your take on this. I love how you write them.

Thank you Anon, I really enjoy writing them.

Pairing: Jake Sully, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'tey, Miles Quaritch, Aonung, Tonowari x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, one bed trope, purring, kissing, height difference, tail shenanigans, cuteness overload, literal sleeping together

A/N: Working on more Avatar content currently. I have a Tonowari smut fic and a Aonung fluff fic in my WIPs so hopefully I can get those out to you soon. Reblog, comment and tell me what you think.

JAKE SULLY

Jake doesn't mind at all, he loves sharing with you. When you curl up against his chest, almost like a cat, and let him rest his chin on the top of your head you'll often fall asleep with the sound of his chest rumbling. He doesn't care if the bed is a little cramped either, just gives him more of a reason to be closer to you.

NETEYAM

Neteyam tried to act like it was no big deal but damn how can you expect him not to be happy about this unexpected development? He's been wanting to hold you like this since your first kiss, and now he finally gets to fall asleep and wake up next to the person he loves so much. You bet he's happy and will show it by kissing you until you laugh from the cuteness of it all.

LO'AK

Lo'ak was the one who originally suggested it because he didn't want either of you to be sleeping on the floor, you'll need your rest for the outing tomorrow. But bless his heart he was so shy when it was time to actually go to sleep. He kept turning around and couldn't get comfortable until you pushed him down and let him rest his head on your stomach, with his arms going to your sides and your back.

TSU'TEY

Tsu'tey pretends like he doesn't really care, how it's only practical for your safety and protection. He is protective that's for sure, yet he really has to hold back from his tail happily swishing when you wrap your arms around his body and pull yourself flush against him, whispering against his chest as you pamper his muscles with kisses for goodnight.

MILES QUARITCH

Quaritch is the one who picks you up and carries you to the bed, making jokes the entire way about how you could have just said you wanted to sleep with him. Of course he's good with just kisses and cuddles for now, there will be time for other things once you get the mission over with. Doesn't mean he won't still have a little bit of fun with you, it's too much fun to tease you.

AONUNG

Aonung was cocky and teasing you at first, and just a little shy when he actually felt your body on top of his. Still since he can't exactly back out now he wraps his arms around you and lets the subtle weight of his tail wrap around your ankle, the very end rhythmically tapping until he falls asleep with a big smile on his face.

TONOWARI

Tonowari could have just asked for a second bed but call him selfish, he didn't want to. He wanted to share his bed with you. He has one hand constantly on your thigh as you get comfortable against him, his other hand folded under the pillow so you can get as close as you'd like. Doesn't, or really can't go to sleep without kissing you first and wishing you pleasant dreams.

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eternalslover · 1 year

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Avatar incorrect quotes:

Jake, introducing the new warriors: This is Tsu'tey. He loves his personal space.

Y/N, surprise hugging Tsu'tey:

Jake: This is Y/N, they also love Tsutey's personal space.

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inlovewithpandora · 2 months

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ᥫ᭡ — Reflection

Artists — Young!Jake x fem!Omatikaya!reader

Kinktober Prompt — Day 18・Mirrior Sex

Genre — Oneshot

Lyrics — Jake wanted to try something different so one day he brought you to the lab and introduced you to what a mirror was and how it can be used.

Music Advisory — avatar 2009 based, light fluff, smut, porn w/ [small] plot, p in v, [slight] queue pulling, spanking [twice], daddy kink [once], light choking, [ You are responsible for your own consumption! 17+ ]

Index — karyu - teacher・tewng - loincloth

Duration — 1.3k words

Words from Artist — This is my first kinktober prompt to be posted so I hope you all enjoy! As always feel free to send in requests and comment/reblog what you think about the fic!

Current Platforms — kinktober m.list・main m.list ・avatar taglist

When Jake came to live among your clan, both of you instantly gravitated toward each other. Mo’at assigned you to be his karyu so you could show him the ways of the Omatikaya and you were more than happy to do it. The more you taught him your native tongue or helped him master the ability to hunt by placing your hand on his abdomen to remind him to breathe as he learned how to use a bow, the more you were brought closer to each other.

Maybe too close though given you ended up dating.

You and Jake either spent your time frolicking around the forest, riding your ikrans under the moonlight, or in your marui. One time however, Jake wanted to spice things up and try something different, so he brought you to the lab. As you walked around, looking at all the human technology, you were amazed by the fact that they created all of these different things. When he finished giving you a tour of the lab, he took you to his room.

Your eyes roamed the foreign space until they landed on something you’ve never seen before. “Jake, what is that?” You asked as you inspected it with a puzzled look.

“It’s a mirror.” He simply answered as he grabbed your hand and placed you in front of it while towering behind you with his hands resting on your hips, as he watched your childlike curiosity wander.

“Does it do anything like the other human things?” You pressed your finger against the glass, trying to see if any words or images will pop up like when Jake was showing you how computers work.

Watching you continually tap the mirror made a chuckle emerge from his lips. “No, it simply shows you your reflection.” You stopped what you were doing and took a moment to fully look at yourself in the mirror. You’ve never been able to see a clear representation of your reflection since the Na’vi didn’t have anything like this, so seeing your body this way was different.

As your eyes wandered your body in awe at the fact that you could see yourself so clearly, Jake’s hands began to roam your body. His arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you against his body while his other hand toyed with the strings of your tewng.

“You’re so beautiful, baby, you know that?” He murmured softly, nuzzling his face into your neck and placing soft kisses along your skin. As you melted under his touch, loving the way he was showering you with affection, you could feel his lips press against the rim of your ear. “I wanna try somethin’ new, you cool with that?” He questioned in a husky tone, sending chills down your spine.

The way his voice hit your ears and his hands finding solace on every one of your erogenous zones made a heat pool between your thighs. At first, you didn’t know what he had in mind but when you felt his hard bulge against the swell of your ass followed by a low groan, you understood exactly what he was implying. You nodded your head in response, making a tsk sound fall from Jake’s lips as he shook his head. “I need words, it’s the only way I can give you what you want.”

“Yes, I want to try something new.” You answered in a soft and gentle manner. By the time you finished your sentence, Jake’s tewng was at his feet and he was working on getting yours discarded. He hurriedly pulled the strings to your bra top and tewng and a few moments later, both articles of clothing were crashing down onto the floor.

“Bend over f’me.” His hand glided across your back, guiding you forward, making you become face to face with your reflection. In the mirror, you could see a small smirk on Jake’s face as he lined up his cock with your entrance. He spat on his shaft before slowly sliding in, mumbling curse words at how wet and tight you were. “Drippin’ already and we just gettin’ started.” He flushed against you, going at a slow and steady pace so you could adjust to his size and once you gave him the green light, he began rutting into you, snaking his arm around your neck from behind. He had a secure yet comfortable hold on your neck, angling your head so you could look at how good he fucked you through the mirror.

When you felt him bottom out, his tip continuously pressing against your g-spot, feeling his strong thighs slamming against your ass, a series of moans passed through your lips. “Mmm, Ja-Jake!” His powerful thrusts were making your brain fuzzy, the only thoughts you could process were how good Jake was making you feel, how he was filling you up to the brim, making sure you took every single inch of him.

“Yeah, that’s it doll, let everyone hear how I’m tearin’ this pussy up.” He unwrapped his arm from your neck and placed both hands on your shoulders, increasing to a relentless speed, pounding into you with long, deep strokes, making your body shudder as your skin slapped together rhythmically.

“W-wait, M’Jake, sl-slow down.” The pressure from him hitting your cervix at the perfect angle was making your body quiver, the pleasure surged through your body and it was hard for you to keep up your strength.

Jake could feel you fluttering around his cock, a common tell that you were about to come. His gaze moved to your face, noticing how your head hanging down, making him plant a hard slap on your ass. “Nuh uh, I need you to look at how pretty you are as you take this dick.” He took your queue and wrapped his hand around it, pulling it just enough so you can lift your head.

Feeling the sting from his hand and the tug on your queue made a whimper emerge from your mouth as you focus on the reflection in front of you like Jake wants you to. The way your breasts were moving at their own pace, how Jake’s face contorted from pleasure each time your walls spasmed around him, and how Jake’s fingers sometimes lightly brushed the tendrils of your queue resulted in your orgasm hitting you full force.

Your gummy walls gripped him tightly as you felt the coil in your stomach snap. Sweet cries flied out of your mouth as your release coated his cock and stomach while your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you shouted out curse words in your native tongue as your body trembled under his touch.

“Yeah, that’s it baby, cream on daddy’s dick.” He sent another slap to your ass, still keeping his steady pace, groaning at how your cunt was eating his cock up.

It wasn’t long before you felt his cock twitching inside you, painting your walls with his warm seed and not pulling out until he was certain every drop of his semen had reached your womb. He gave you one last stroke before he pulled out, already missing your warmth surrounding him. He admired the fucked out look plastered on your face, loving how well you did, especially with something you’ve never done before.

“You were so good for me, sweetheart. You took me s’well.” He gently praised as he stood and picked you up bridal style, placing a kiss on your temple. “Let's get cleaned up and then we’ll go back into the forest. How does that sound?” You laid your head onto his chest and couldn’t help but purr, loving the way you just melted into his embrace. “Sounds perfect.”

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neteyamsoare · 8 months

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Good Girl.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Dilf!Jake Sully x Fem! Metkayina! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Anonymous Request. Dilf!jake w virgin reader that idea has my toes curling.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. Jake makes your first time memorable.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. 18+ (explicit content & language).

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Softdom!Jake, Sub!reader, virgin!reader, oral (m & f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v, breeding kink, a little praise kink, spanking [only twice], and aftercare.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1.0k.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Tewng — [loincloth].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Nonnie, I hope you are still here with me, I was so glad to see you request this so I really hope I did justice on it. I really like how I did this one, thought it would be better to do headcanons. Let me know what y'all think!!

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⌕ Jake would be so soft with you knowing that it's your first time. He would stretch you out with his fingers first to get you all wet and ready. He would stick one finger in first before sliding in another. He would press down on your lower abdomen as two of his fingers are curled upwards inside your glistening cunt so he can hit your g spot and his thumb would rub circles on your clit. “Spread your legs wider f’me, let me get a good look at you as you take my fingers.”

⌕ Sweet moans filled Jake’s ears and he smirked. “Already have you fucked out and it’s just my fingers,” he teased as he looks up from his position to look at your eyes rolled back and continued his torture on you. You have masturbated by yourself before but it never felt like this, this was different. Jake replaces his thumb with his mouth on your clit, sucking on it, getting a taste of your sweet juices as he picks up the pace with his fingers.

⌕ You feel a knot grow in your stomach and your gummy walls grip his fingers as your breathing becomes uneven but Jake doesn’t give up his relentless pace, he wants to taste all of you. “Come all over my fingers, baby,” you feel the coil snap as you start to convulse as you release your high.

⌕ Jake smirks as he pulls his fingers out and puts them in his mouth tasting how sweet you are before reaching down to capture your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls away so he can release his aching cock out of his tewng. He loosens the knot and takes it off, discarding it to the side and you watch his cock spring up, slapping his stomach as precum leaks from the tip. Jake admires your look as he takes his finger and wipes off the precum bringing his finger to your lips. “Open,” he demanded, and you suck the precum off and a smirk appears on his face.

⌕ “Get on all fours and arch your back f’me,” he demanded as he stroke his cock, he watches you obey his order, his cock throbbing as he thinks of how it would feel to be inside of you, how good it would be with your gummy walls gripping his cock.

⌕ He lines his cock up with your entrance, he spits onto his shaft and slowly slides in, hissing at how tight you were and you let out a moan. “Jake, it’s too big, it won’t fit,” you yelp out. “It’ll fit, I know it will,” he coos as he rubs on your clit to gain more slickness to make it easier to slide the rest of his cock in.

⌕ “There we go, see I told you it’d fit,” he smirked looking down at you. As soon as he flushes against your ass, he rubs your cheek a bit, gripping it hard before landing a hard slap to it, earning a whine from you as your hand flew back to cover the burning sensation. Jake makes a tsk sound and he grabs your hand and holds it on your lower back, using it as leverage as he starts to slowly slide in and out of your throbbing cunt earning sweet moans to come out of you.

⌕ Jake would let you adjust to his size first and as soon as you give him permission to, he starts to pound into you, going deeper than he was before, pounding you into the sleeping mat, letting your moans be hushed trying not to be loud which earns another slap to your ass as Jake pulls your head up by your hair.

⌕ “Nuh uh, let daddy hear you,” he demanded as he continues his relentless torture on your cunt as he feels your gummy walls gripping him tight and your core getting wetter. “Jake… I’’m gonna..” you stammered out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “I know doll, come f’me. Make a mess on me.”

⌕ As he said those words you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you painted his stomach and legs with your release, although you came, it didn’t mean Jake was finished with you, he still needed to pump his seed into you.

⌕ His pace never gave up as he ran for his high, your overstimulated mewls filled his ears which only fueled it more as he picks up the pace, he rubbed your ass cheeks gripping it tight as he watched his cock disappear and reappear from your greedy cunt.

⌕ His cock twitches as he releases his seed deep inside, not coming out until every last drop of his semen was inside of you. He gives you one last pump before pulling his cock out. He admires how fucked out you looked, you were only his from now on, not wanting any other boy to ever lay a hand on you. He walks around to your face and uses one of his hands to grip your chin up to where his dick was. “Clean me up, doll then you can rest.”

⌕ You do as you’re told as you licked up the remaining drops of his cum, taking the tip in as he removes your hair out of your face as he guides your mouth down his shaft, you swirl your tongue around it, and he lets out a few groans and grunts as he looks down and couldn’t help but think of how pretty you looked.

⌕ You release his cock from your mouth with a pop, licking the tip one more time while he smirks. “You have been a very good girl, took me s’well, he softly spoke as he picked you up.”Let’s get cleaned up and later, we could go for a ride, what do you think?” He queried as he saw you snuggle more against his chest. “Yes, I’d love that.” You smiled wondering how you got so lucky to land such an amazing man like him.

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assistantquail · 1 year

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Well damn... (Adults) 1/2

Female reader is left with no choice but to use a male avatar, not that he minds using it on the first place, to save their best friend's life.

Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey

Pronouns: They/Them

Warnings: Cursing, injury, mentions of blood, Jake is shot in every headcannon in this part (bc why not), kithes?, simps, everyone is bi >:3, gender is a social construct, idk a thing about injuries or fighting, ooc

The timelines are different per character;

Jake & Neytiri: After the RDA left

Tsu’tey: Before the big battle

This is the exact same story but I just changed the gender and figure type :>

(None of the ff images/gifs are mine)

GIF by loaksbitch

Jake Sully

He didn't know what to do at first but this is definitely not doing any good for his chest... His heart and the bullet wound-

“I've been shot, I'll be needing some back up”

The man is applying pressure to his injury, leaning on to the tree as he issues orders for the spotters to return.

“Copy that, back up is on the way” Norm's voice can be heard from the earpiece as he hears a mellow voice in the background saying that someone is already on the move.

Since the humans retreated and Jake knew that this area is sort of close to where his comrades are located, he decided to ask for their help as he broke off from the Navi group before the battle.

Luckily the bullet missed his vital organs but it might’ve grazed through his veins, rendering his legs useless. Making him feel a bit panicked whether or not this is temporary, silently praying to Eywa for strength. He already lived through having crippled legs in his first life, will he experience the same now?

What if he can never use his legs again? What if-

“You idiot! This isn’t a minor injury!” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, his eyes trailed to you in your avatar form. An unfamiliar Navi yet he feels like you look familiar. That eye shape, nose, lips, and 5 fingers...

“Who- wait, Y/N!?”

“No shit sherlock” You rolled your eyes while approaching him, taking the bag of materials off your shoulder. His mouth formed an ‘o’ and he can’t help but study your form. You glared at him when you saw that he was eyeing your lower region, throwing bandages at his face.

“Eyes up here skxawng”

You placed your hand under his chin, forcing him to look up. Still speechless from seeing you, he just kept staring and you’re starting to feel bare in front of him.

He saw you hissed at him playfully, but that look on your face is hot-

To distract yourself, you started to inspect the wound, you brushed your fingers near the bullet hole.

At this moment, Jake doesn’t know what to feel. He thought that he has great self-control and he can manage his expressions whenever you’re near but this is an impossible task now.

Do not get him wrong, he loves you dearly in your human form with the size difference between you and him. But seeing your avatar, despite being a male, still has your prominent features that fit greatly to the Navi beauty standards. He wanted to see what is in your pants, curious to know if he is bigger.

When he felt your fingers under his chin, making him stare into your golden eyes, he wanted to melt into a puddle.

He wanted to say something but he is sure that his voice will betray him and make him seem unmanly which is the last thing he needs you to see.

However, when you touched him, his will power almost vanished completely. This is a huge foul! He’s getting overstimulated by a lot of things at once: your touch, gaze, heat radiating from you, and his heart.

This is all too much for the man. He was as silent and still as a rock, the whole time you were treating his injury. You can feel his intense gaze on you as you tried to brush it off before you do something.

You thought he’ll tease you throughout this encounter but you were met with serenity and it’s making you feel awkward. You would rather listen to Jake make fun of you or just listen to him say anything than this.

Is it that weird? Do you look unattractive? Is he disgusted?

Those thoughts are plaguing the back of your mind, you’ve always wanted to let him know about your avatar but you’ve never really thought it will happen today.

When Norm told you that Jake was shot and needed help, you went to your pod and took off, no questions asked. This man will be the death of you but living without him is just as bad.

The silence is slowly breaking your heart which made you work faster, so that you can get out of there and look for a hole to hide in.

Rather than suffer, you decided to talk instead.

“What happened o mighty Toruk Makto? I never thought that you will get injured this bad...”

You were met with silence so you just chuckled nervously, hoping that he doesn’t notice your struggle.

Not even want to see the expression on his face, you hurried to tie the bandage around the injured area and secure the wound to stop bleeding.

“You are free to go now, just do not use your leg too much for a couple of days” You picked up the scattered materials you’ve used and stuffed them in your bag, swinging it over your shoulder as you looked at everything else but him, “Well I’ll be out of your hair now, I don’t want to taint your eyes any longer”

You felt yourself wince at your words, internally face palming yourself while you walk away.

“Wait no” A familiar hand fell on your arm, immobilizing you from taking your escape.

Jake finally got himself together when he saw that you were walking away, his body reacted before his brain. He wants you to stay, he wants to tell you how stunning you are, avatar or not.

“Sorry if I was being a skxawng, you are just so hot that it caught me off guard. I almost couldn’t stop myself from taking you”

He stared at your face, engraving every detail in his face as he watches your eyes widen and cheeks turn purple. Which gives him a boost of confidence to caress your face in his hand. Standing up, he was only a few centimeters taller than you.

“This isn’t how I wanted to confess but I’ll be damned if those women see you, girls here are crazy”

“Oel ngati kameie Y/N”

Your lips trembled, seeing the man you’ve always wanted, look at you with such an expression.

“Oel ngati kameie Jake, I always have”

This would’ve been a heartfelt moment but Jake couldn’t help but smack your butt. Can he be blamed though? That is one juicy muscle.

Extra:

“Cat got your tongue or is it just me?” This made you want to take back your confession and just unalive this man.

“Shut up or I’ll feed you to the direwolves”

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Neytiri

Neytiri had never imagined Y/N as a Navi or a female one because they already look very attractive in their human form, but she would've kneeled and thank Eywa for being blessed by the view of it weren't for the current situation.

You shot up from your spot when you heard that Jake is injured and their coordinates are close to where you are doing research. There is no problem with heading into the battlefield, you're a skilled Navy and healer despite being younger than him. But there is this tiny problem that might hinder you from going...

Your avatar body, which was previously your sister's who sadly had to remain on earth to recuperate from her injuries. There is nothing wrong with its quality though! You love how everything looks because it resembles you a lot, but only a few people knew how your avatar looks like. Adding the fact, that your crush is certainly there as Jake's right hand woman, you are not sure how she will react to seeing you like this.

Internally groaning, your morals overpowered the embarrassment that will be bestowed upon you as you sadly see Jake as your family.

“I’m almost there, just hang on” You spoke to the walkie-talkie, doing a great job avoiding obstacles that are blocking your way as you pray to Eywa for guidance.

On the other side of the area, the idiot who got shot is currently being hidden as the other Navis are retreating

“Neytiri, your mouth is gonna catch some flies from how wide it is”

With you there, she held back from hissing towards and throwing this skxawng who still had the nerve to make fun of her while bleeding on the ground.

You gestured "I see you" to Neytiri with a smile before approaching your sworn brother. Trying to play this situation coolly as you don't want to embarrass yourself in the presence of the Navi princess, who you've been pining on for years since you did not use your avatar with anyone knowing but the scientists and Jake... Probably Tsu'tey too...

The woman just stared at your form, as you turn your back on her to check up on Jake. She didn’t even notice how she kept staring at you until Jake made fun of her which resulted to a smack on his head.

The moment you saw the injury, your personality did a switch becoming a professional medic drowning out the environment to focus on the man in front of you.

“Don't take this the wrong way, but it's prefer to get invited over not in every situation where you're close to dying from foolishness” Mutters fell from your lips, as you examined the severity of the injury. The bullet almost made an exit hole, which thankfully missed his vital organs.

A pair of golden eyes watched you from behind, curiously looking at all your features. She wonders why your waist seems to be smaller than hers despite being taller.

She went beside you, staring at the side of your face while you and Jake are bickering like children. Your freckles framed your face perfectly, highlighting the facial features that Neytiri adores whenever you stop by the clan, in your human form.

“That's not how you should talk to an injured person” Jake huffed, rolling his eyes at you. He then took note of how his right hand woman is still looking at you like you're the only person in Pandora.

A hand met the back of Jake's head rather roughly as the slap echoed around the area. “Hey, you don't hit an injured person!” He puts his hand on his chest, wearing a betrayed look on his face.

“I would have hit you back if I didn't know that you're a girl” Your shoulders tensed as you take a deep breath, pressing your fingers against your temple.

“I pray to Eywa for patience” Neytiri watched in silence, imagining what it would be like to hold your hand. Seeing you stressed by this skwawng made her want to hold you close, it is not the first time she thought of acting on her feelings.

“Don't you usually pray for strength?” Jake retorted like he wasn't the one bleeding on the floor, still focused on winning this silly argument.

“I need patience to not throw hands with an already injured skxawng”

The Navi princess felt jealous that Jake was being touched by your precious hands while she has never felt your skin on hers. All your attention was on him and she knows that her thoughts are childish, but she can’t help it.

When you turned to get some materials from your bag, you met face to face with Neytiri. You both are inches away from each other, her eyes glowed majestically in your perspective. You have never been this close to her, you became more aware with the freckles on her face.

Eyes trailing to her nose then lips. While you did not even notice that she was doing the same, Neytiri is drilling the memory of you into her heart, making sure not to forget any detail of how your eyes shine like the sun.

You both were staring at each other with so much love that Jake had to stop himself from gagging, do not get him wrong, he is your biggest shipper but he would rather not be forced to watch this.

“Can you guys undress and mate later? There’s a dying person here-”

Again, a slap met the back of his head but it was from Neytiri as you covered your face in embarrassment. Your throat let out some nervous chuckles as you finished wrapping the bandages, you can feel the heat gathering on your cheeks and ears. Neytiri looked at the tall Navi, who was acting nervously as you packed your stuff. Such a strong looking Navi yet only she can see you crumble.

But inside you were glad that she did not seem to treat you any differently, this was a huge step up for you. You can feel her eyes as you stood up. “Well um you are all better, now I will just bounce-”

“Y/N...”

That was all it took for you to give her all of your attention again, oh Eywa you are such a himbo.

“Can I meet you later at the entrance of the clan”

“Huh-?” Your brain filtered out whatever she just said, you were too busy trying not to melt under her gaze so you just nodded your head.

“Perfect, we shall have what you humans call as a date”

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Tsu'tey

Jake nudged the Navi with an all knowing smirk creeping on his face. Just a moment ago, Tsu'tey was focused on keeping other dreamwalkers away from this skxawng who got shot but now he can't tear his eyes away from this one male dreamwalker who is running toward them. His instinct is telling him not to shoot but his chest somehow makes him feel like they are familiar with each other.

“Take a picture it will last longer- ow!”

The injured Navi held his shoulder that was punched aggressively to soothe the ache. Jake glared at his sworn brother while he got hissed back.

“Alright, I kind of deserved that”

When the female Navi nodded towards them, all of Tsu’tey’s attention is back on them, on you.

“Oel ngati kameie” You greeted them, facing Tsu’tey with a shy smile before turning your focus on Jake. Your tongue made a clicking noise as you examine the injury, the bullet runs deep but not that fatal if treated quickly.

The young Navi cannot help but feel envy as the injured skxawng gets to receive your attention, on the other hand he is using your moment of distraction to study your features.

Your avatar has the features similar to them, noticeable from your height and figure shape. Is this the reason why you disappeared for so long? Did you not want him to know?

He was not able to catch a glimpse of you for the whole week which is why he is “more grumpy than usual” in Jake's words which he wholeheartedly denied.

“Hey there handsome, where have you been the whole time?” Jake grins at you wearing the playboy smirk, making you roll your eyes at him.

You gagged at his attempt to tease you in front of your crush. “I think I just threw up, please spare me”. After giving him a short examination, you placed your hand on the ground beside you.

The bag full of medicinal herbs, bandages, etc is something you bring along everywhere for emergencies. That’s one of the things Tsu’tey loves about you, always looking after others before yourself. It is a double-edged sword, no doubt, but that is where he comes in.

He always makes sure to take care of you and remind you to take a break. You are well aware that he shows his affection through actions and acts of service rather than vocalizing his thoughts.

The two of you sort of have an ambiguous relationship? You gift him some crafts you make whenever you stop by every other day for research, the whole clan welcomes you with open arms since you aided Grace with her school before the whole fiasco happened.

You are well aware that the corporate people have some things hidden in their sleeves, you have seen glimpses and whispers of their plan but you have no power to put a stop on it.

So you are glad that they accepted Jake into their clan, not really but you suspect he is close. You and Tsu’tey were able to amend your friendship with each other in your human form, hopefully developing something more, but deep inside you know very well that Navis only mate with Navis. Plus you only have a male avatar! You cannot give birth to an heir even if you wanted to...

A human can never be with a Navi, especially if the Navi is next in line as Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan. The man also lost his future mate because of your kind, for Eywa’s sake!

Without you knowing, Tsu’tey has already thought of those. He actually prayed to Eywa for guidance, if what he is feeling is just temporary because he does not know how to deal with these type of things.

He is a warrior, who lost his fated mate almost a year ago. He loved her, they were supposed to be together forever...

It seems that Eywa have other plans for him because he met you.

As your body worked like a robot, familiar with what needs to be done with muscle memory, you placed your hand down without looking. But you felt that you touched something warm, your head quickly turns to Tsu’tey.

His hand was holding the bandages you were about to retrieve, you made eye contact with him for a few seconds before realizing that you were still holding his hand.

“Thank you- and sorry about that!” You squeaked as you took the bandages from him.

“There is no need for that, this is such a simple thing” His voice was lower than usual, is it because you have not heard him for so long? But it sent you feeling some shivers down your spine.

You flashed him a smile, showing your fangs and it nearly took him out. So he just looked at you as you turned your attention back on your best friend.

Jake watched this painful love show playing in front of him, he cringed at how awkward you both were acting.

Tsu’tey stayed silent again, he was thinking of what to say to you. Should he compliment you? Ask how you are doing?

At first it is because, of how you took his breath away from your form. You have always been an attractive human but now that you are in Navi form, his willpower almost became nonexistent.

He wanted to take you away and make you be worry free but he knows that this is not the right time. He does not know when that time will be, where both of you can finally let go of what is stopping you from being together.

For now, he can be satisfied with how things are, he just does know until when he can keep it all together. With your avatar, he will make sure that no man dares to covet you...

Extra:

Tsu’tey hands you a necklace after bringing Jake back to the Hometree, this is the first gift you have received from him and you could not stop smiling. He offered to put it on you, which you just nodded at him.

Feeling his fingers brush on your neck, you let out a laugh because you are ticklish. Your body reacted by holding his hand to stop him from tickling you and your hand fits perfectly in his.

Next Part: Tonowari, Ronal, and Quaritch (Male reader ver.)

I will also be uploading another version with Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, Tsireya, Aonung, and Roxto. Tell me what you guys think as I need constructive criticism QvQ.

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