#frontiers of pandora writing

[eywaseclipse]

So'lek

Headcanons:

What They're Like in Bed*

What They're Like When They're Jealous

One Shots:

Make You Mine*

Burning Desire*

Drabbles:

None yet

Series: on hiatus

The Songs of Freedom Chapter 1: Sätarep

The Songs of Freedom Chapter 2: A New Tomorrow

The Songs of Freedom Chapter 3: Sarentu

The Songs of Freedom Chapter 4: The Day You Left Me

[aurora-starwars]

Oh my gosh your requests are open! I’m so hyped. Can I maybe request like a Dad! Jake Sully x Daughter! Reader where reader is just so much like Tsu’tey, stubborn and always spites him but they still get along? I can picture Jake missing his na’vi brother and his daughter is just him all over again. I mostly think of Ghost by Justin Bieber to be Jake trying to relive the short time that him and Tsu’tey get along.

Grief Is The Price We Pay For Love

Pairing: Dad!Jake Sully x Daughter!reader (platonic)

Summary: Jake can’t stop seeing Tsu’tey in his oldest daughter

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentioned violence, like one or two curse words

Word Bank: Kuru - Neural Queue; Olo'eyktan - Leader of the clan; Ikran - banshee, large flying animal; Iknimaya - rite of passage for the Omatikaya; Omatikaya - na’vi clan on Pandora; Pa’li - direhorse, horse like animal; skxawng - moron, idiot;

A/n: It has been a while, and for that I am truely sorry, life just kept sweeping me away. But I enjoyed writing this! Thank you for requesting! Please enjoy!!!!!!! <333333333333

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As soon as she was born, her yellow eyes seemed to pierce Jake Sully’s just as Tsu’tey’s used to.

 Born alongside Neteyam, [Name] bore the distinct features of the Na’vi. Kuru starting at the top of her head, prominent lack of eyebrow, three fingers. All features he should associate with his mate, Neytiri, the mother of the twins. But as Jake watches her grow, he can’t help but see his fallen Na’vi brother.

Jake thought it would fade away, that it was something from his past haunting him and his daughter didn’t actually look like the reincarnate of Tsu’tey at all. Besides, if he were to see Tsu’tey in anyone, surely it would be his remarkably Na’vi son, who bore many of the same traits of his sister. But as they grew, Jake and Neytiri both could see just how similar [Name] and Tsu’tey actually were.

It started early, when they were teaching Neteyam, Kiri, and [Name] to walk, a fairly simple and necessary step for any child. This didn’t stop little [Name], who was a little less than a year old, from being stubborn. Neytiri and Jake started by holding their arms, lifting them up onto their feet so that they could stand. When they could stand, they would let go, moving away slightly in hopes they would follow. The ‘they’ was just Kiri and Neteyam. When they tried to help [Name], she only swatted her hand away and pouted, giving the most hateful glare one could receive.

Regretfully, Jake laughed at this, earning a smack to the shoulder from Neytiri. How could he not have though? [Name] looked just like Tsu’tey like that, acted like him too. Jake smiled fondly at his oldest daughter, who soon after tried to stand on her own, feeling left out from her siblings.

Another time Jake saw Tsu’tey in [Name] was when he was teaching [Name] and Neteyam how to hunt. They weren’t very old, five or six max, and they still had a lot of learning to do. This, however, did not stop [Name] from trying to teach Neteyam how to use a bow, despite hardly knowing how to use one herself. It was day three of teaching the kids and [Name] was on Neteyam’s back about his posture. She kept hitting his belly, telling him that he had to tighten his muscles, hitting his arm, telling him to raise his elbow. While she was right, Jake couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, how many times did Tsu’tey mock and criticize his form? Too many to count.

By the time Jake came to the present, Neteyam had half-heartedly thrown his bow down, huffing in frustration before running up to Jake and hugging his leg.

“[Name] is making fun of me!” Neteyam’s weak voice whined.

“It’s not my fault you suck!” [Name] laughed, her small hands on her hips.

Ever since then, [Name] seemed to beat out Neteyam in every subject. In skill, she beat all of the young warriors her age. She was quickly becoming one of the best warriors of her age, of the clan! Jake was more than proud. Proud of not only his daughter’s success, but just how Na’vi she has become. Na’vi, just like the most Na’vi person he knew.

Tsu’tey.

No matter where she went, [Name] would always remind Jake of Tsu’tey. Remind him of when they got along. And when they didn’t.

Like the day after her Iknimaya.

Jake knew he shouldn’t be worried, she wouldn’t be alone, and yet he did not want her to go out riding ikran with her friends. Her friends where nice kids, all warriors like her, that he has taught, but she just bonded with her ikran, the bond was new, and he did not trust [Name]’s ikran just yet. He remembers Bob, it took a few days, at least a week for them to completely trust each other. He did not want [Name]’s ikran to get spooked by something and leave her for dead.

[Name] did not take this news very well.

She was just leaving their family home, a wide smile on her face, when Jake stopped her. He knew she was so excited to attempt her Iknimaya and was even more proud to have successfully bonded with her own ikran. That is why he was not surprised to see her smile fall, her ears pin back, and shoulders slump.

“What? Why?” she wasn’t unreasonable, if her father had a good reason, she would respect his commands.

“Baby girl, I have said you cannot go, do not argue with me,” unfortunately Jake was not great at communicating.

[Name] gave him a piercing glare, shooting daggers that seemed to wound Jake immediately. But he could not show it, would not show it. He is the Olo'eyktan, he must act like it.

But does not stop the pained look that washes over his face once she had walked away.

Later that night, Neytiri scolded him lightly for preventing [Name] from enjoying time kids her age for once, instead of taking care of her siblings or training. While Jake was still apprehensive about the situation, feeling as if his fears were justified, he felt his rules might have been too strict this time.

It was good timing for this resolution because not even an hour later, [Name] arrived back to the family hut, having been gone all night riding her ikran with her friends.

Jake stood up immediately, making his way to the entrance of their home, waiting for [Name]’s eyes to meet his. When they did, [Name] seemed to have more composure than him, he almost felt threatened by her eyes. As if he was the one to do something wrong, not her.

“Where have you been? I thought you were with your siblings?” Jake was more than confused, was she not just sleeping in her room with her siblings?

“Dad, we both knew where I was, no need to do this,” she did not seem angry, but she did stand her ground like the grown warrior she was becoming.

“Do not worry, Father. I have been watching the others,” Neteyam remarks, walking out of the Sully kid’s shared room.

He lays a hand on his father’s shoulder, “If anyone can go out alone on ikran and be fine, it is my sister. If anything, she was protecting the others, and you know they fight well.”

Jake smiles at his son, patting the hand on his shoulder. Jake nods, looking down as if thinking before looking back up at his daughter. He smiles at her, extending a hand, an invitation.

Her piercing gaze drops, her smile reaching her face again as she breaks out into a warm laugh, taking her father’s hand. Jake pulls his daughter and son closer, bringing them into his chest, where they rest their heads.

Later that night, all Jake can think about is how [Name] seemed just like Tsu’tey in that moment.

Tsu’tey patted Jake on the back, a harsh sort of pat, one you would give if you secretly wanted to do harm to the other.

“Jakesully, you do not understand our ways, you will never be one of us,” as much as his words sounded serious, with the smile on his face and the light tone in his voice told Jake that this was more affectionate than hostile.

Jake aimed his bow again, taking in a deep breath, eyes locking onto the makeshift target. He sucked in his stomach, raised his elbow and let go.

“Ah, pretty good,” Tsu’tey nodded, looking at the bulleye. “For a dreamwalker,” he teased, playfully smacking Jake’s shoulder.

Jake noted Tsu’tey’s smile was light, out of character for the Na’vi who usually wore a piercing glare around him. The smile was unusual but welcomed and only helped Jake prove to himself that he was, in face, becoming one of the people.

But what really sealed the deal for Jake, was when he assigned Lo’ak, Neteyam, and [Name] as look out for Lo’ak’s first mission.

He only let Lo’ak join because he had become awfully annoying with his pestering. Always on about how if [Name] and Neteyam could go, why couldn’t he? Jake figured that Lo’ak would lose interest or get too scared to do anymore if he let him join. How wrong he was.

Lo’ak was a pain in the ass as always, and Neteyam and [Name] were doing their best to keep him inline. The whole way to the checkpoint was full of non-stop chatter and jokes about how he was going to destroy the RDA, how he was going to beat them all up all on his own. [Name] though her eyes might get stuck with the amount her eyes would roll.

“Lo’ak, shut your damn mouth or I will tell mum what you keep in that basket in our room,” [Name] practically barks.

Lo’ak goes quiet, and [Name] can see the purple of his cheeks, even from where she is on her ikran. Neteyam smiles at her, and she takes that as a thanks.

The problem came when they arrived at the checkpoint, bombs went off, the train went off track, and Lo’ak decided he wanted a piece of the action, diving his ikran in the direction of the pa’li riders.

[Name] just held her hand up at Neteyam, telling him to keep on look out, and she dove to join her youngest brother.

When she landed, she found Lo’ak holding a gun, letting out a battle cry.

“Lo’ak!” [Name] came running, eyes dark and her ears pinned, straight for Lo’ak.

“Put that thing down,” she ordered, shoving the gun into someone else’s arms. “Today is not the day to be a skxawng, let’s go,” [Name] grabbed him by the ear and dragged him back to his ikran.

Jake watched this from where he was stationed, feeling a glimmer of pride for his daughter in his chest and a sparkle of deep annoyance for his son. But he was left little time to think before Neteyam warned him of an incoming RDA aircraft.

When they made it back to base, the three young warriors lined up, all three practically unscathed but their sisters still came and checked on them.

Jake looked into his eldest daughter’s eyes, he saw a warrior, a warrior that cared for her loved ones, one that did not take BS. He saw Tsu’tey. His na’vi brother. He looked into her eyes, yellow eyes filled with focus and determination, and he brought his hand from his forehead downwards in a smooth motion.

“I see you, daughter.”

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading! My requests are open so please feel free to request! <3333333

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[fixmyfeathers]

Strong fingers wander around back, fingertips kissing your skin and leaving warmth on the places they’ve touched - stopping at the small of your back eventually, running little circles around it until that stops too. Only to press you closer to him, to his chest that vibrates with his deep, content purring that he couldn’t seem to stop since yesterday.

Warm breath fans against the top of your head, his nose nudges your temple and now you feel warmth against your cheek. His tail trails up and down the leg that is wrapped around his hip. Warmth blooms in your chest when a whispered good morning yawntisup reaches your ears and his nose now nudges your own. His eyes are half lidded when you finally open your own and the smile he allows you to see might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever come to witness. It resembles the way the flora starts to light up when it’s past eclipse and the moonlight shines on all living being. It is natural, meant to be like that and so so gorgeous.

His large hand that once pressed you closer comes up to cradle your cheek that isn’t lying on the ground. It is now that you realize that you are still one, still connected in a way only the Na’vi know and it is so overwhelming. You feel everything - from the way his heart starts beating faster when your own tail comes up to leave featherlight touches on his thigh (only to wrap around it), to the way his bioluminescence freckles start flickering in an unknown pattern when you smile up at him. You feel all of him, all the love he has for you - love so strong that it really does threaten to overwhelm you - only for him to start purring louder, trying to ease your nerves by taking some of those thoughts away through the bond. God, he’s so perfect, I don’t deserve hi-

“You deserve everything you have and even more ma’yawntu.” And then he gives you that smile again and you know that he’s right. After everything you’ve been through, after everything he’s been through. All the things the human have done to your family and his own. You know that you deserve this, just as much as he does. And by the way his eyes shine with a few unshed tears, you realize you don’t have to voice those thoughts because he knows. Because of course he knows. And he feels the same way.

You really can feel everything through the bond.

“Hey guys! Ehm.. I know we promised not to bother you on your little night out unless there is, ehm.. an unannounced emergency. Not that any emergency is ever announced! That would break the whole emergency thing! Heh.. Ehm.. Anyways, there has been an unusual amount of RDA activity near the horseshoe mountain station. It would be gre-“

So’lek grumbles and closes his eyes, hand that once held your cheek now wandering down to grip your waist. You feel a sliver of annoyance through the bond and you try to take away some of it by pushing content, happy thoughts through it. Your own hand comes up to his cheek now, thumb touching the soft skin under his eyes - only for him to open them again, head moving a little to the side so he could press a lingering kiss on your wrist.

“We should get up now.”

He locks eyes with you.

“Yes, we should.”

After a few seconds of comfortable silence (priya ended her call several seconds ago, not that either of you noticed) spent looking into his beautiful yellow eyes, So’lek closes the gap between you two to press his soft lips against your own. It starts off as a small, innocent little kiss but then his teeth start nibbling on your bottom lip, tongue gently slighting over the bitten places only to be asking for entrance which you allow him way too easily. You let out a soft moan when his tongue enters your mouth to touch your own and the low grunt he lets out in response sends tingles down your spine.

Though it ends as quickly as it started.

“Let’s go.”, he says, giving you one last peck on your slightly swollen lips, glistening with spit. He closes his eyes as he gently disconnects your kurus, shuddering at the fact that you’re not feeling him - not in the way you could a few minutes ago. He is still in the back of your mind, like a shimmer in the darkness - he’s still there, but it’s not as overwhelming as before.

You try to recollect your thoughts he really did just leave you wanting more.

But the smirk he gives you over his shoulder while putting on his armor shows you that you are indeed not done yet and that this will be continued later.

You cannot wait for it and by the slight fullness of his tweng it seems like he can’t either.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂’𝒔 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘’2024

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆, @aperiraa, 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎! 𝑩𝒄 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆😤

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺~

✩ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 18+ 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆/𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚. 𝑵𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔🩷

✩ 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆!! 𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔/𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔/𝒆𝒕𝒄 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔.

✩ 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔, 𝒘𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 ’𝑨𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓:𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏’ 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒔,(@pandoraslxna 𝒂𝒏𝒅 @neteyamswillow) ’𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂’ 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔,(@eywaite 𝒂𝒏𝒅 @tallulah477 ). 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒑 𝒊𝒕!! 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒏, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏<3

✩ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕!! 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 100% 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒌, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒕.

✩ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒄, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈.

✩ 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏���� 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 @aperiraa 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒂’𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔!! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒂𝒈 ‘#Pandora’sGlow’ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 ’#Pandora’sGlow2024’ 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔🫶🏽

༄❤︎︎𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏!! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒊𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅-𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕.❤︎︎༄

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶~

✩ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 ‘𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂’𝒔 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒘’ 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒚 1𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒚. 𝑺𝒐 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒉𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 ’𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏’ 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆🫶🏽

✩ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒕𝒄 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!! 𝑰𝒕’𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒘𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐🥰 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔🩷

✩ 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉😏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔😚𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌/𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔🪬🔮

𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 “𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂’𝒔 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒘“ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!!

[justcaptiannoodles]

Shenanigans

So’lek: carrying my tiny cat ass around on his shoulder while on patrol cause I gots lil legs Me/catsona: So’lek: Me: So are you a tits or a thigh man? So’lek: as the demon say, please shut the fuck up. Me/catsona: I’m just trying to make conversation!

[nattikay]

that’s just…straight-up incorrect??? The Na'vi word for this creature is lortsyal (“beautiful wing”). I guess it’s possible that this is a subspecies with a different name (looks like they’re going for “reflection-wing”, though unless it’s a quirk of the font they spelled rì'ìr wrong (should be rì'ìr nor rì'ir)), but I can’t find rì'irtysal in any Na'vi dictionary (vs. lortsyal which is in all of them and has been around for years), I even checked recent Naviteri posts where KP introduces some of the new AFoP flora/fauna names to see if this is mentioned but nope, nothing

[frogletscribe]

Until It Doesn’t Hurt

Chapter 13: I Wanna Be With You

Summary:

20 years since the RDA was pushed off of the moon of Pandora, they are back once more. The RDA thinks their only problem is the traitor Jake Sully and his family, but as it turns out, Jake wasn’t the only ‘problem’ left behind 20 years ago. 

Anthe was a child soldier, stolen from their home and forced to learn the ways of the humans, erasing any of their connections to the Na’vi from before. Finally free from the RDA’s hold after being trapped in cryosleep, they're about to make themselves everyone's problem.

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A reunion

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Pairing: Aged Up!Neteyam X Nonbinary!Na'vi!OC (OC and Neteyam are both around 20)

Warnings: Mentions of Past Violence, Mentions of Past Trauma, Mild Claustrophobia, No Use of Y/N, Blood, Self-depreciation, Neglectful Parenting, Suggestive Themes, Mutual Pining, Hurt-Comfort, Found Family

WC: 3245 words. AO3 Link Here

A/N: New working computer is finally here and I can actually be productive again! I can also finally play A:FoP, and have been doing so lol. At this point, its safe enough to say this fic follows a uh, different TAP facility, not the same one in game. Either way, I am still working on this, even if updates are slow.

Also thank you so much to everyone liking and reblogging my art! I really appreciate the support!

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The sky was a dull grey as Neteyam sat with his siblings and Metkayina friends on the beach, finally finished with their chores. Tsireya warned them from swimming out too far, the storm brewing on the horizon making the waters currents unpredictable. Tenak had left in the early hours of the morning, just as the first rays of light peaked from behind the evening's eclipse, promising to return with Anthe and Spider as soon as he found them. If he even could. 

Neteyam did his best to stay upbeat, rough housing with Lo’ak and Ao’nung as if the previous day's events hadn’t shaken him. As if the photo of Anthe wasn’t burning a hole in his pouch pocket at his side. Kiri still watched him with poorly hidden concern, but for the most part, Neteyam was able to tamp down the lingering ache in his chest. It was getting well into the afternoon now, the fog previously lingering on the darkening horizon, now slowly crawling towards the village. A light mist was settling round the group, humid air sticking to Neteyam’s skin. It was only a matter of time before the rain started.

“{What’s that?}” Tuk asked, pointing out to the horizon. A dark shape was emerging from the fog in the distance. Neteyam stood, squinting as he tried to make out the shape quickly approaching the shoreline. As it got close he could see it was a purple Ikran, its rider crouched low in their saddle, obscured from view. It flew adjacent to them, the rider either not noticing, or avoiding the group below.

“{Who’s Ikran is that? Did Tenak come back already?}” Kiri looked between Neteyam and Lo’ak, as a sudden tension overcame the group, made worse by the heavy air.

“{No, his mount was yellow…}” Lo’ak murmured, coming to stand next to Neteyam as they watched the stranger land some yards down the beach. 

“{More friends of yours, forest boy?}” Ao’nung joked, but the young man was visibly tense as he flanked Neteyam’s other side, hand poised on his knife defensively. Kiri and Tsireya pulled Tuk behind them, watching warily as the boys set a line of defense. This was exactly the sort of thing Neteyam’s father had been worried about when Tenak arrived, that their location would be compromised.

“{Who is it? I can’t see!}” Tuk whined, trying to peer around Kiri as the older girl held their sister back. Neteyam kept his eyes forward, hand on his blade as they watched the stranger dismount. A large back shape was strapped to their back, swinging as they hopped onto the sandy shore. The Ikran chirped, rustling anxiously as its rider seemed to sooth it, their back still to the group of young Na’vi. A twinge of something familiar tugged at Neteyam’s gut, but he ignored it, not wanting to risk being wrong.

“{Kiri, Tsireya, take Tuk home. Tell mom and dad what's happening.}” Neteyam ordered. His first priority needed to be protecting his family.

“{No! I want to stay!}” Tuk was arguing, though she still clung to Kiri’s legs for safety. “{Dad says we have to stick together!}”

“{Tuk-}”

“Holy shit.” Lo’ak’s sudden use of English cutting off whatever Neteyam was about to say, pulling his focus back to the stranger now approaching the group. “{Is that…?}”

A strange awestruck expression crossed Lo’ak’s face, his eyes glued to the figure in the distance. They were Na’vi as far as he could tell, dressed in a tight black top and bottoms not dissimilar to the Metkayina style, and hair tied back in one long and messy braid. Their stride was at first slow, cautious even, and then they were running, the weapon on their back discarded into the sand, tripping over their own feet in their effort. Ao’nung tensed beside Neteyam, the Metkayina man letting out a low warning growl, but Lo’ak rushed to block him. 

“{Wait- Stop!}” Lo’ak was pushing Ao’nung back, but Neteyam was frozen, half convinced his grief-addled mind was just playing tricks on him.

“{Neteyam!}” A familiar voice, calling out to him.

Neteyam’s body was moving before he even fully registered what was happening, the world around him dropping away as he ran full sprint towards Anthe. 

They crashed into each other with such force that it nearly knocked them both into the sand, Neteyam barely holding his balance as Anthe wrapped their arms around his neck, pressing their entire body into him as if he could disappear at any second. Neteyam clung right back pulling Anthe’s smaller frame as tightly to him as he could, burying his face in their neck, the scent of salty sea air and smoke clinging to their skin. He felt Anthe pull back, a pathetic sounding whine escaping his throat as they pulled his face from their shoulder, holding his cheeks as they looked at him. For a moment, Neteyam worried they would push him away again. But they didn’t, instead Anthe pressed their forehead to his, eyes screwed shut as they took deep grounding breaths, their fingers carding through his braids and holding his jaw. 

“{You’re here.}” Neteyam breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper. His bright eyes taking in every inch of them that he could without pulling away. Anthe looked haggard, dark circles under their eyes and hair falling from their braid in windblown tangles. Their body trembled slightly in his arms, hands clinging to him for dear life and tail flicking anxiously behind them.

“{I’m sorry.}” Anthe’s voice cracked as they spoke, golden eyes welling with tears they struggled to blink away. Anthe’s thumbs caressed his cheeks, wiping away tears Neteyam hadn’t even realized had started to spill. 

“{Wait, so… it is another friend?}” Ao’nung huffed, sounding vaguely annoyed as he rudely butted into the intimate moment. 

“{Anthe is a little more than a friend.}” Lo’ak was grinning, the previous tension quickly fading. Neteyam scowled, shooting a half hearted glare over his shoulder at the pair. He felt Anthe shift, moving to see the rest of the group but making no move to leave the circle of his arms any time soon. Kiri and Tuk were quick to pile on with their own hugs and excited greetings.

“{Great Mother, are you okay?}” Kiri gasped, inspecting Anthe for injuries. “{You look terrible!}”

“{I’m okay. Just… tired.}” Anthe gave a half-hearted smile, the shake in their limbs starting to subside as they began to relax in Neteyam’s hold. They were clearly more than just tired, but clinging to the relief of being back with familiar faces and tentative safety. Neteyam nuzzled into their hair, ignoring his siblings giggling at him. 

“{Hello.}” Tsireya smiled as she approached, dragging a reluctant Ao’nung with her. “{I am Tsireya, and this is my brother Ao’nung.}” Tsireya made the gesture for I See You, but Ao’nung crossed his arms, a sour expression on his face as he looked Anthe over. Neteyam glared at the Metkayina man, ears pinning back as he anticipated the mans penchant for nasty comments, but Tsireya beat him to it, elbowing her brother hard in the ribs, still smiling sweetly as ever. Ao’nung doubled over, yelping in pain and swatting his sister away before huffing a stiff ‘hello’ himself.

“{Hi.}” They watched the Reef siblings with interest, returning Tsireya’s gesture. Their tail still flicked anxiously behind them, giving away their nervous state. Neteyam let his own tail catch Anthe’s, twinning them together and stilling their movement.

“{Did Tenak send you? Where is Spider?}” Kiri asked, squeezing Anthe’s hand hopefully. Neteyam felt Anthe tense immediately, watching their face fall from relief to confusion.

“{What?}” 

“{Your brother, Tenak. He was here, he said he was going to bring you and Spider back.}” Neteyam could see the realization cross both Kiri and Anthe’s faces at the same time. Tenak had not found Anthe. Spider was still gone.

“{Y-You saw Tenak?}” There was something raw and painful in Anthe’s voice, an old wound opening back up again. Neteyam squeezed them tighter to his chest as he felt them begin to tremble again.

“{He was here this morning!}” Tuk pipped, the tone of the current conversation going over her head entirely. Anthe looked dazed, their eyes darting back and forth between Kiri and Neteyam for answers.

“{He came out here looking for you. He’s been searching for you this whole time.}” Neteyam said, running his hands along Anthe’s back and hair to soothe them.

“{He’s alive?}” They looked almost bewildered, like the idea was to foreign to understand. Neteyam pulled their head to his chest, letting Anthe anchor themselves to him as they gripped onto his arm. 

“{Him, your sister Kala too.}” Anthe seemed stunned, their grip on his arm tightening. Neteyam fished around in his pouch pocket, pulling out the photo Tenak had given him the night before. Gingerly, Anthe took it, a choked sob escaping them as they realized what it was. 

“{You said he was here this morning?}” Anthe finally asked, once they had gathered themselves again. Kiri nodded. Neteyam watched Anthe process, quickly shaking their head as if to dispel unwanted thoughts. 

“{Come on. Let’s take you home.}” Neteyam could tell it was too much happening all at once for Anthe. In one swift movement, he lifted Anthe into his arms, intent on holding onto them for as long as possible. They made no protests, save a small surprised yelp, but quickly settled, curling into his neck and shoulders as he walked them back down the beach towards the village.

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“{The Ta’unui’s Tsakarem sent me here. She said this is where I might find help, I didn’t think she meant you all were actually here.}” Anthe explained. They were exhausted, the emotional whiplash of the day exacerbating the tired ache of their body. Neteyam held close to them, letting Anthe lean into his side as they sat with the Sully family in their new home. Jake Sully listened intently to their story, his expression growing dark as they went on. Anthe fidgetted under the patriarch's gaze, fiddling with a bracelet Spider had made for them out of small river stones and twine. 

“{You’re sure no one followed you? No trackers?}” Jake questioned them. 

“{I’m sure.}” Anthe had been so paranoid about being followed, they’d done multiple checks of all of their gear and even tossed their Ikran’s saddle and tack into the ocean just to be sure.

“{Do you know how they even figured out we were out here?}”

“{There was a helicopter signal that got picked up on radar. I didn’t hear too many details, but Quaritch was sure it would be you.}” Anthe watched Jake pull a frustrated hand down his face, swearing under his breath. He looked back at his wife, pacing back and forth, her tail thrashing wildly behind her in agitation. 

“{Stay here.}” Jake ordered the group, pulling himself and his partner outside and out of earshot. Anthe swallowed, feeling guilty for having brought only bad news with them. Everything in them was screaming that they shouldn’t have come, that everything was their fault, but then they felt Neteyam nuzzling into their side, whispering comfort in their ear, and were reminded how that sort of thinking was exactly what got them into this mess in the first place. Anthe sighed, pulling Neteyam’s arms more closely around them. Neteyam let them, practically hauling them into his lap to bring Anthe closer to him.

“{What about Spider?}” Kiri pressed, brows knit in concern. 

“{He’s okay. I would have brought him with me, but there's still a tracker in his breathing mask. He didn’t want to take the risk.}” Anthe took her hand, squeezing it lightly.

“{Do you think they’ll hurt him?}” Lo’ak said it quietly, more to himself than anyone else, eyes avoiding anyone else’s gaze. He sat further away, knees tucked to his chest. It wasn’t hard to guess what he might be feeling, his brows knit in the same sort of guilty expression Anthe usually wore. Spider had told Anthe about how Lo’ak was usually the one who got into or started trouble for the Sully siblings, Anthe had even seen it for themselves. It wasn’t surprising that the younger man might feel responsible for Spider being taken in the first place.

“{Quaritch will be pissed but he’s…}” Anthe tried to answer, struggling to find the right words to describe the estranged father and son’s relationship. “{... attached to Spider, I don’t think he would hurt him. Spider might lose a little bit of the freedom he had, but if anything, this has just put me on that psychopaths shit list.}” 

“{Spider had freedom? With the RDA?}” Lo’ak scoffed.

“{You’d be surprised.}” Anthe couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. “{After a while, Quaritch let Spider, do pretty much whatever he wanted. The only thing holding us back were the trackers. We would have gotten out ages ago, otherwise.}” There was an unintentionally bitter edge to Anthe’s voice. 

“{You’re here now, that’s what matters.}” Neteyam said, softly brushing the hair from their face.

“{Neteyam’s right. Spider will come back to us.}” Kiri huffed, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than anyone else.“{For now, let’s try to clean you up.}”

“{I’m fine-}” 

“{You’re a mess. Neteyam, do you still have the clothes I made them?}” Neteyam nodded. He reached back towards his bag, dragging Anthe with him as they refused to let him go, and pulling out a bundle of cloth.

“{You made me clothes?}” All Anthe had ever worn were RDA issue uniforms, or the clothes leant to them by Avatar scientists. Neteyam and his siblings had tried convincing them to wear more Na’vi garb, but Anthe had always felt too guilty and self conscious for the more revealing attire. 

“{It’s probably not ideal for the water, but it’s better than what you have on now.}” Kiri joked, tugging at the black nylon material of Anthe’s clothing. “{More comfortable too. Neteyam, go help them clean up and change.}” The younger woman pushed the pair towards another more private room of the marui, a sly smile not so subtly gracing her features.

Neteyam was smiling and rolling his eyes playfully as he pulled Anthe with him, closing a privacy curtain behind them. His hands only left them for a second, quickly returning to hold Anthe back in the circle of his arms, pulling Anthe’s back to his chest and resting his chin on their shoulder. From the moment they’d returned, Neteyam was holding or touching them in some way, even in front of the rest of his family. Before, such a level of affection had only been brief and in private, but Anthe found they didn’t mind the change, enjoying the feeling of closeness with another person.

 Anthe took the bundle gently from Neteyam, unwrapping it carefully to reveal the soft green and blue woven garments, and something else. A shining black blade, with a hand-woven and beaded handle and sheath lay tucked between the garments. Anthe felt Neteyam squeeze them lightly as they raised the blade, examining it closely. 

“{I wanted to give it to you before but it wasn’t done when you left…}” Neteyam mumbled into Anthe’s hair. 

“{This is for me?}” Anthe blinked up at him, unbelieving at first that something like this could be for them. Neteyam nodded, his cheeks tinged purple as he nuzzled them with his nose. The blades Na’vi carried with them were their lifeline, a means for survival and connection. Anthe just barely remembered having one as a child, before everything, that they had made with help from family that they could no longer recall. Now, Neteyam had made one for them, carved and assembled with such care and love that Anthe felt like they were short circuiting, suddenly too warm and soft to hold themselves together. 

“{Do you like it?}” Neteyam spoke softly, watching Anthe admire his handy work. Anthe nodded, pressing the gift close to their chest as they turned in his arms, pressing their face into the crook of his neck. Neteyam gave off a warmth that Anthe had desperately missed. It was different from anything they had felt with another person, the soft and comforting promise of safety and understanding. The only other connections they could compare it to was Tenak and Spider, and even those were still completely different. Tenak and Spider were their brother’s in arms, friendships born from the comfort of another person in the face of danger. But their closeness with Neteyam was not born out of mutual struggle and pain. It had come from a place of healing and understanding, built on a trust Anthe had never really encountered before. 

“{Come on, let’s get you changed.}” 

Anthe reluctantly separated from Neteyam, though his hands still held them, bringing them to a mat on the floor. He set about collecting a few clean cloths and freshwater, as Anthe began to undress. Previously, Anthe might have felt more self-conscious about their nakedness in front of another person, being raised by humans instilling a shame in their body that was hard to shake. A part of them still felt bashful, instinctively covering themselves with their arms as Neteyam gently began to wash away the dirt and sweat from their body, but they didn’t feel uncomfortable by any means. They let Neteyam take down their hair and help dress them in the clothes made by Kiri, a comfortable silence encompassing them. When they were finished, Anthe leaned back into Neteyam, who sat closely behind them. Neteyam ran his fingers through their dark hair, carefully pulling apart the tangles. 

“{I’m sorry.}” Anthe said finally, breaking the quiet. They felt Neteyams hands pause, then wrap around their middle and pull them close, his nose pressing lightly into their jaw.

“{You were right.}” Anthe continued. “{I should have stayed, I should have listened to you.}” 

“{Stop, please.}” Neteyam sounded hoarse, squeezing Anthe tighter to him. “{You’re here, you’re safe. That's what matters.}” Anthe turned themselves to look at him, hand cupping his jaw to make him look at them. Neteyams brows were furrowed with worry, his hold around them tight and desperate. He thought they were going to leave again. 

“{I want to stay here. I want to stay with you.}” Anthe pressed their forehead back to his, trying to will away his anxieties. “{I See You.}”  Neteyam took a deep breath, seeming to relax a bit with Anthe’s admission.

“{I See You.}” Neteyam repeated, a small smile replacing the worry. His eyes lingered a moment on their lips before flicking back up to their eyes. The movement was small, but caught Anthe’s attention enough for Anthe to register just how close their lips were to Neteyam’s. Their cheeks flushed, suddenly shy as their own eyes landed on the curve of Neteyams mouth. One of his hands ran softly up their back, holding the back of Anthe’s head, gently pulling them closer and closing the gap between them. 

Neteyam’s lips were soft, molding to Anthe’s mouth like two puzzle pieces fitted perfectly together. They pressed into him, chasing his lips in a desperate kiss they were loath to break. When they did finally break the kiss, both were panting, trying to catch their breath again. Neteyam grinned, pressing back in, peppering small kisses around Anthe’s face and making them laugh. It was pure relief. All the unsaid feelings and emotions, finally out in the open, and neither of them could get enough.

[naavispider]

Merciless, chapter 7

Spider sat bolt upright on his bed, heart thumping in his chest as his palms began to sweat. What the hell was happening? Suddenly, the lights went out, replaced by red LEDs and the terrifying wail of an emergency claxon. He was frozen in place for barely a second before he crossed the room to the small window in the door, looking out into the control room. Just like in the cell, it was lit only by a low red glow. No one was out there.

He banged on the door. “Hello!”

Nothing.

“HELLO!” he called again, panic starting to set in.

What was happening? Was it an attack? Had Jake come to rescue him? It even crossed his mind that Quaritch could have… No. Don’t get your hopes up. There’s probably been an earthquake, or a flood, or a gas leak… you're probably going to die.

He grabbed the door handle, trying with all his might to turn it. “Hello? HELP!” He kicked the door for good measure, but no one was around to hear him. Gunfire echoed down the hallway and Spider wanted to scream. It had to be a rescue. “I’M IN HERE! HELP!” He stared through the small window, praying to Eywa, to God, to anyone he could think of that would listen.

Another round of gunshots, and then just around the hallway, a limp arm fell to the floor, its owner not visible behind the corner. Then there was silence. Spider watched as smoke slowly started making its way down the corridor towards the control room.

[pandoraslxna]

By the way, I finished Frontiers of Pandora this morning and this is worse than a breakup. This is game is truly a 10/10 and now that the main plot is over I feel so empty inside. What am I supposed to do with my life now 😭

[perkeleen-lavellan]

So about that Avatar game. I have some thoughts. Before I can get into those thoughts I need to preface this with;

I do not care whether or not you find James Cameron's Avatar movies and their plots boring. I do not care if you did not connect to those characters. I need you to understand that I am looking at this game as its own work of art, separate from the movies and their production.

Now, with that out of the way, Frontiers of Pandora. It's kind of underwhelming, huh?

First, let's get the praise out of the way. The construction of the world and its biology is pretty amazing. The creature design and flora design is wonderful, you can see that that's where the input from Lightstorm Entertainment (James Cameron's production company) was most actively going. The game world is beautiful, it looks and feels exactly like Pandora, I have no complaints there.

The combat gameplay is okay. I find Ubisoft's combat mechanics range from okay to very fun, and this time I think it's closer to okay than very fun. The reason for that is, that while the archery and gunplay plays okay, there is no real melee combat, and worse, the stealth is straight up unplayable.

The stealth relies on a hacking minigame a lot, which gets super unwieldy when you're trying to hack a dozen enemy mech suits, but they all keep moving away from range before you can finish the minigame that takes way too long to complete, for a minigame that happens in real game time. And in addition the enemy AI seems to spot you way easily, often it feels like the combat areas don't have enough covers in their geography. In short, stealth, something that would have added some much needed variety to the combat gameplay, is unplayable as it currently exists.

But this isn't what's really been eating at me, oooh no. If you know me, you know that I am not so much a gamer, as I am an enjoyer of stories who tolerates video games around them. Sometimes even enjoys them, to be honest. So I invite you to join me, and hear the gospel that I now have to share about the state of the story of Avatar Frontiers of Pandora.

It falls so damn flat!

I feel like this is a game that really could have actually benefitted from the game mechanic in recent Ubisoft games, which admittedly is often quite performative, wherein the player is given some dialogue choices, usually mainly for flavour. The choice to say a thing this way or that way. To be clear, the story should still remain linear, since clearly that was the intention. But by giving the player character that small subtle choice, the game could have alleviated its biggest flaw, which is that it failed to make me care.

It failed to make me care about the various members of the Aranahe and the Zeswa clans. It failed to make me care about the PCs own childhood friends. It failed to make me care about the members of the Resistance, and it failed to make me care about the villains. And I am predisposed to caring. I like Avatar, I think it's cool. I think Pandora is cool. I thought The Way Of The Water managed to deepen the characters of Cameron's existing movie, while also making me care about at least 5 completely new characters, and one old previously quite one dimensional character. A villain! That movie was packed with a lot of cast and it still took the time to allow me to connect with every one of those major characters. So why won't this video game?

The player character's (who I will from now on refer as the Sarentu) childhood friends would have been the natural characters to focus on during this game. You are literally kidnapped, taken to a reservation school to be groomed, and witnessed the Sarentu's sister being murdered by your kidnappers together. That event should have been something to continuously haunt the Sarentu and their friends' journey. But the death of the Sarentu's sister is something that is only mentioned off handedly a few times in the early game. The Sarentu meets many Na'vi who have had loved ones die by human hands, and yet not once have I heard the Sarentu say "I know that grief too friend". Shouldn't that have come up at least once with Etuwa, whose mother's ghost is one that haunts the main quest of the Aranahe? This is where the option for the player to have flavour choice might have come in. You could have had the option to share the story of your sister with Etuwa, or her father, or choose not to.

The childhood friends the Sarentu escapes with quickly turn into an after thought. They hang around the Resistance Base doing fuck all. Which is infuriating, when the game already did the work of setting each of them up enough to give them a clear internal conflict they are all dealing with on their own. I really expected to see them way more in the story, with the way the beginning set it up. But they hardly even comment on the various things happening around them. I would have thought they would at least have an occasional opinion to share, as the story progressed. So far I've only experienced one side quest, after the initial scene with all of you connecting with the Tarsyu flower, where Teylan turned up on location as a surprise, actually outside the base.

The Resistance itself seems to be trapped in Dyer's Bowl, despite the Sarentu eventually rediscovering many of their former bases, and bringing them back online. But no one ever turns up at those bases, they only serve as stashes and fast travel points.

What is sorely lacking from the story of Frontier's of Pandora is some kind of an emotional connection between the Sarentu and the characters that they meet. That is to say, the emotional connection is right there, in the grief over the dead sister and the reclamation of their stolen culture, but the game rarely if ever allows the Sarentu to express that.

And despite what many people think about the movies, Avatar is and always has been a character focused story. Yes, the message of that story is hugely environmentalist and anti-capitalist, but it was still always told through character drama. It's just that the environment surrounding those characters is a character of its own, and in Frontiers of Pandora the character that got the most screen time.

[the-goofball]

Kinglor Forest

[eywaseclipse]

Make You Mine*

Characters: So’lek and female na’vi reader

Synopsis: Jealous So’lek during hunting festival 

Warnings: Jealousy, toxic behaviors, intoxication, sexual intercourse, swearing etc so 18+ 

Word Count: 1k

The warm glow provided by the roaring bonfire illuminates your azure skin deliciously. The snare drums and tambourines fill your ear with a salacious delight thanks to the copious amounts of fermented yovo fruit juice you’ve consumed. The heat from the fire begins to ignite your cheeks, as you dance away with your fellow clan members celebrating the bountiful hunting season.

The clanking of your beads jingle happily in your braids, twirling as you move your body to the rhythm of the music. Your arms gracefully stir, with your iridescent tassels moving like Ikran wings in the wind. “Ayeaye!” A beautiful vocalization causes you to turn around, gazing to your friend Arvok with a playful smile on his face. “Dance with me!” He grabs your hands twirling you around before you can answer him. Both of you innocently dance together with your people honoring the tradition of movement. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of jealous amber eyes bore into the back of your skull close by.

So’lek’s POV

So’lek happily sits himself down on a mossy covered log surrounding the forest clearing watching as his people joyously begin the fire dance to commence the festival celebration. He sighs a lazy sigh bringing his bowl of fermented yovo fruit juice to his lips, as the tangy liquid soothes his throat with warm delight. He gazes to the youngsters trying to mimic the movements of the seasoned warriors dancing their night away, as he hears a familiar laugh invade his ears. Looking up to the source of the sound he’s displeased to see you dance with an equally drunk Arvok.

How could a beautiful Na’vi like you, subject yourself to this amateur hunter like Arvok? Especially as his promised mate. The romantic gestures and advances he’s planned for this mating season all seem to feel out of his reach as soon as he sees Arvok’s hand slip around your narrow little waist. What was once promised to him is seemingly slipping away, unless he acts now.

So’lek quickly slurps down the rest of his drink placing the bowl on the log, making his way to the forest clearing towards you. Your cheeks are flushed with a beautiful magenta hue clearly indicating your own intoxicated state. He approaches the two of you dancing together, with a guttural growl to make his presence known. “Y/n, may I have a word?” The strain in his voice is evident of containing his evading composure waiting for your attention to be elsewhere. 

You whip your head to his direction with a loose smile, “So’lek! I didn’t see you! Come dance!” You wiggle out of Arvok’s grasp and tug So’lek your way with an innocent look on your face, but he doesn’t budge. “I need to speak with you.” He booms with more confidence. Your face slowly turns into confusion, watching his unmoving expression. “O-oh. Okay.” You giggle out. 

So’lek does not return the amusement as he tugs you away before Arvok can even protest. His firm grip on your wrist does not waver, bringing you over to a large tree just out of ear shot from the rest of the clan, as the music slightly dissipates. “What are you doing?” He huffs out. He feels his nostrils flare with incandescent jealousy. The primal urge to mark you right here fills his mind with grotesquely vivid images. “What do you mean? I was celebrating with my friends.” You nonchalantly reply. “No… You were dancing with Arvok; the little twerp couldn’t keep his hands of you.” He growls 

Back to y/n’s POV

Your eyes slowly widen coming to the conscious realization that he’s jealous. You watch as So’lek’s pupils absolutely devour the amber hue in his eyes, as a playful smirk emerges on your face. “Oh…did you not enjoy watching as your future mate danced amongst male company?” You whisper seductively. You knew you were treading into dangerous waters, So’lek and his territorial tendencies have habit of imploding when alcohol is involved but you can’t help but feel enticed by it all.

“You know exactly what I think of that little show you put on..” He just huffs with irritation. “Baby you know I’m yours.” You cup his hot face watching his tail flick madly with irritation. “You’re a brat… and you know what happens to brats?” He steps closer until your back presses against the large tree, watching as his nose practically touches your own. The rapid beating of your heart thrums loudly in your throat anticipating his next move. This is not your future mate, but instead a hunt watching him like a Thanator stalks its prey.

“Say it.” He grows impatient. Your lip quivers with blooming arousal, feeling your own loincloth grow moist with desire. “Th-they get punished..” You squeak out. He smirks darkly, while his nimble fingers begin to tug at your beaded loincloth expertly undoing the strings. “That’s right… brats get punished.. and you know what that means?” He brings his lips to your ear causing a shiver to ripple down your spine.

“Fuck-I mean. Yes. I am yours.” You whisper softy. He chuckles removing your loincloth as it falls onto the grass with a small thwack. The cool air hits your throbbing pussy, causing it to twitch with delicious anticipation. “That’s right my little muntxate wife. Look how needy you are already.” He growls out. His large hands grip your waist harshly spinning you around so fast your brain goes numb feeling as he beckons you to press your hands against the trunk of the tree. “That’s right, hands on the tree. Your mate needs to fuck that little attitude of yours out of you hmm?” He snarls from behind.

You feel as he bucks his clothed bulge into your ass, causing a wanton moan to instinctively escape your lips. “You need to be marked… remember who you belong to…” He whispers in a strained voice as you hear him hastily undo the strings to his own loincloth.

He practically rips the material in half, tossing it to the side as his swollen cock slaps against his belly leaving the small mark of precum along his chiseled abs. “Fuck look what you do to me tìyawn love.” He brings his the swollen head of his cock to rub against your puffy lips, teasing you cruelly causing your hips to buck back into his pelvis. “So’lek! Please.” You whine out. So’lek just laughs and begins to fuck his length along your drenched entrance, slowly teasing and edging you just enough to drip onto the grass below.

“Little brats don’t get rewarded… but perhaps I will make an exception, if I get something in return.” He peppers a kiss into the crook of your neck. “Anything, truly anything So’lek.” You whine out desperate to feel his hard cock inside your walls. “Let me breed you.” He whispers. You feel your eyes almost roll into the back of your skull, nodding fast, “Yes! Please hurry!” You cry out.

So’lek watches you desperately try to fuck yourself along the length of his cock and laughs, “as you wish syulang flower.” He grabs the base of his length sliding into with ease as you practically swallow him whole. His balls twitch as he’s squeezed just right causing you both to moan in unison. “Fuck, you’re made for me..” He thrusts harshly into your silken walls with a loud thump into your ass. “Please.” You moan out. So’lek smirks knowing exactly what you want, and who is he to deny his woman?

He watches as you grip the tree tight, bringing his hips to slam once more, as he drills fast and hard into your swollen little pussy. The sound of squelching and smacking fill the forest with a disgusting erotic symphony as he feels his balls clench with an impending release. “Gonna fill you right up…” He moans into your ear. “Do it.” Your challenge just inspires a faster pace, as he literally takes you off your feet and onto your tippy toes, turning into a brutal speed.

“You’re made for me, you’re going to carry my children aren’t you brat?” He huffs into your neck feeling his pace begin to grow sloppier and sloppier. “Yes!” Your head rests in the crook of his shoulder clenching down on him so tight he swears he sees Eywa herself. The sound of your soaking wet heat and his balls slapping against your ass cause him to release his seed into your empty womb, coating it with the sticky hot liquid as you feel it immediately drip out of you. “Agh!” You squeal loudly as you feel his hand snake around to rub circles on your swollen bud. The overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim and your clit being stimulated just right, causes your body to shake violently as you squirt your juices onto his hand and wrist. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You whimper out. “Just like that, that’s a good girl.” So’lek talks you through your orgasm as if his own didn’t just almost cause temporary blindness from pure ecstasy.

“Tam tam…” he whispers gently as your twitching body begins to slow down. Your labored breathing begins to sync with one another, feeling him gently bring you back down onto the grass and turning you around to face him. Both of you look completely and utterly wrecked, with glossy eyes and loose hair sticking to your sweaty foreheads.

He gingerly wraps his hand around the back of your neck to bring you in for a passionate kiss. “Mmm” He groans into your mouth kissing you with such purpose your eyes see stars dancing inside your eyelids. “Baby…” You moan softly. He parts ways as your lips leave a trail of spit gazing into each other’s eyes. “Soon you will be swollen with my child…” He half whispers to himself cupping your toned stomach. “I guess practice makes perfect…” You giggle, as both of you slump down along the tree trunk redlining in the last remains of alcohol in your system. “A very bountiful season indeed..” He whispers 

[marcus--666]

I have such a huge self-indulgent fic idea with my Na'vi oc and Tsu'Tey >:)

[aperiraa]

Ughhh yall ik I been gone for a lil bit but I wanna let yall know I still plan to do Pandora's Glow but writer's block is kicking my ass but anyways I'm still writing as much as I can cuz yall deserve it 😘😘

[justcaptiannoodles]

DELULU TIME

I AM ONCE AGAIN HAVING DERANGED THOUGHTS AB MY WIFE(and Teylan) SO IM PUTTING IT UNDER THE CUT BC ITS ✨❤️‍🔥SPICY❤️‍🔥✨

I may be a silly little shapeshifting cat creature from space but somes I wanna get bred too, and lovely as my wife’s strap is, she cannot unfortunately fill me full of kitty babies, so she drags Teylan into this, bc she know Teylan thru me, and she knows he’s the perfect subby little man for what she’s got planned, and he’s such an adorable and well tempered thing, he’d give me the sweetest lil kittens. Bringing him back to our pod/nest/hut(?) where I am patiently awaiting her return and having the two of us get him all riled and horned up so he’s ready and raring to go. She’d probably only let him fuck my thighs tho, cause I’m only HER Noodles and she gets to pick what goes in my holes😏 she’d still have that boys balls DRAINED tho, he gon need an ikran ride back to base after, he ain’t walking. His cum wouldn’t be going to waste tho, she’d be collecting that shit in a bowl til he’s shooting blanks, and once he’s all done? Well then it’s her turn to have her way w me😏 she would stretch me out til I’m all loopy and loose and then drizzle Teylans baby batter in me like I’m some kinda dessert getting it’s pie creamed. Make no mistake she’d make sure to fuck it deeper into me, gotta make sure it takes after all, can’t have all her hard work going to waste! I would be SO full of babies🤤 we would let Teylan be involved too if he wanted, he helped make em.💙 I feel he’d be a good parent, if a bit of a worrywart but we love him for it💕💕💕

[helpenhancemywriting]

Ever the Diplomat

Chapter One: Awakening

~This is a fanfiction revolving the story line from the video game Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora. I'm writing an original character from the Sarentu clan as the main character for this fanfic, and a few other OC's. This follows the story of the video game, with alterations I made. The avatar franchise and all the characters belong to James Cameron and Ubisoft. I hope people like it! I write things that I, myself would enjoy, so I hope this reaches people that will enjoy it as well.

Warnings: violence, murder, mentions of death, loss, guns, shooting, injuries, abu$e, and discrimination? (I'm not sure the best term to define it, so I'm sorry if I worded it wrong. PLEASE tell me if I forgot anything, and feel free to correct me on any warnings.)

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: Waking up from cryosleep is incredibly disorienting, but running for your life right after waking up from cryosleep is a whole different story. But she has to make it out, she has to make things right.

Titxen ta ni wew si ni pizayu tsngawvik

After looking at the end of an AR 15’s barrel aimed at her face, held by a trigger-happy RDA soldier, it took all Seysini’s might to not throw up her lunch.

They were going to kill her. Kill all of them.

She believed Mercer and the other humans at TAP would do a lot of things to her and her friends, but she always thought her clan was irreplaceable.

You stop being irreplaceable when they believe you’ve become worthless.

“Get in!” Alma ordered. The Avatar frantically pressed buttons on the blue screens of the cryo chambers.

“What are you doing?” Telisi looked at the older woman with tears in her eyes.

“You’ll be safe here.” Alma cupped the young Na’vi girl’s face.

“Is Mercer leaving us?” Teylan’s voice cracked.

“We are no longer of use to him.” Nor snarled.

“No! I… I won’t believe it!” Teylan shook his head.

Seysini let out a weary breath, putting her trembling hands over her stomach. This can’t be real.

“Hurry! You need to hide!” Alma directed Ri’nela to a cryo bed, the young girl giving her a confused look.

“Let us go.” Nor walked to her, and the Avatar put her arms out stopping him. “We can take them! We can escape! To Pandora!” Nor reached out to Seysini.

We could go home. The little voice in her head whispered. Looking at Nor’s hand, wanting to grab it, but the look of hatred on the soldier’s face kept her frozen. He was fiending to kill them.

“There are soldiers everywhere! You won’t make a single step!” Alma’s scared voice brought her back from the image.

“This is our chance to be free!” Nor’s voice strained when saying free.

“This is your only chance to survive.” Alma explained.

Teylan grabbed Nor’s arm, nodding to the cryo beds. Nor gave one last glance to Seysini before following Teylan.

“What about you?” Ri’nela asked Alma.

Telisi held Seysini’s hand giving it a comforting squeeze and guided her over to a cryo bed.

“You’re just gonna go to sleep for a little while.” Alma smiled at Ri’nela.

Seysini watched her friend lay on the cryo bed, as the Avatar loomed over her, placing her hand on the glass once the white door enclosed her friend’s body. “It won’t be long, okay?” Alma comforted the scared Na’vi.

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

Her joints ached, and muscles burned. The freezing temperature put bumps across her skin. Her dry eyes squinted open, a dim light above her. Comfort washed over her, looking at the blurry blue face above hers.

She looked as beautiful as she remembered, the bun on her head wound perfectly with her braids joining her ponytail.

"Aha'ri." she muttered, a small smile adorning her lips.

"You made it!" The voice she had been forced to hear since she was a young child gasped into her ears, making them twitch irritatingly.

Her smile fell, and her eyes shot open, the steam sounded from the cryo chamber door opening.

"I thought I lost you! All of you." Sitting up, she looked at the older woman, her blue skin wrinkled around her mouth. Her RDA attire on her skin, reminding Seysini she isn't her kind. Only a puppet.

Alma grabbed her hands, Seysini ripped them from her grasp, looking at the woman with knitted brows.

"What?" she coughed, thinking out loud, "What's going on? What happened?" She wiggled her fingers, grounding herself to the metal she's been surrounded by for so long.

"You've been asleep for a while. A long, long while." Alma answered, the tone of care in her voice sending burns up Seysini's skin.

"Oel ngati kameie." An older man put two fingers to his forehead, then slowly lowered them.

His thick accent and lack of a finger showing he was Na'vi. But his clothes looked human, influenced by the RDA, considering all the dog tags on his vest.

"Must you probe at her like this? If she can walk, she can walk." He looked at Alma.

"The RDA left, right?" Seysini stared at the floor. "And Alma left us here." The recent memory replaying with ease.

"The sky people have returned, Sarentu." The man answered before Alma could.

"Sarentu..." A word she hasn't spoken, let alone heard coming from the mouth of a true Na'vi.

It was foreign. Deep inside her chest was guilt for even repeating the word, for responding to it.

"No one... Has ever called me that." She looked up at the man, his ears going back for a moment.

"That is your clan. And a mighty one at that." His compliment to her people ran deep in her blood, "We thought you were lost to this world, but this dreamwalker thought to lock you up in a box instead." He gestured to Alma, his distaste in the word dreamwalker clear.

Out of the corner of her eye, Seysini glared at Alma.

The Avatar noticed and quickly said "I'll explain when we get back. For now, you take it easy. Your body is still waking up." Leaving, she went to talk to a human on the opposite side of the room.

Nor was crouched beside a human in a white coat; from the looks of what he was doing to the Na'vi boy's arm showed he had medical experience.

"Did we..." She slowly rose from her cryo chamber, looking over at Teylan, "Did everyone make it?"

"I'm here." Teylan answered, grabbing her hand, "Nor, Ri'nela, and Telisi too."

He pointed to the other end of the room where Telisi sat on a cryo bed with Ri'nela by her side like always, and Alma knelt in front of her.

"We're safe." Teylan smiled sweetly.

"Don't touch me with that!" Nor winced.

"I'm sorry! I... Treating Na'vi wasn't a part of my training." The human exclaimed, and Seysini squinted her eyes at the short person.

"We’re getting out! At last! It's really happening." Nor quickly changed the energy of the room. Seysini put a hand on his arm, giving it a squeeze. "We're getting out! Together." He cheered, her ears falling at his words.

If only we were together.

She gave him a weak smile and walked off. Not looking at Alma fully, yet out of the corner of her eye, Seysini saw the woman practically break her neck to look at her when they walked next to each other.

"Why does everything look so different?" Teylan asked in his precious tone.

Seysini didn't care if she woke up and this facility was in flames, she just wanted to rid herself of it.

"Telisi?" She crouched in front of her, Ri'nela keeping her hand on the faint looking girl's shoulder.

"Seysini!" Telisi put her hand on her cheek. "You made it!"

She smiled at the girl, and at Ri'nela who reached for her as well. "Are you all right?" Seysini asked looking over the girl's pale face.

"Alma said that cryo affects everyone differently. She's just taking it harder than everyone else," Ri'nela explained.

"Can we hurry things up? RDA are enroute! You can have your reunion later." A human near the door holding an assault rifle ushered, his face covered with nervousness, but when he looked at Teylan his face wasn’t full of hatred, differing him from the soldier who pointed his gun at them.

Seysini glared at the tiny man, not liking that the human was trying to tell her what to do. This time, the humans were outnumbered.

"Come. Eat." The Na'vi man broke her attention off the human, "You will need your strength."

"We found rations in the canteen." Teylan said, pointing his finger in the air. "There's probably more... I think there's more." He trailed off in thought.

"I'll go check." Seysini smiled at him, crouching to go under the short door, ignoring the human in the hall searching through boxes.

Scanning the canteen, she saw the green RDA food container.

Able to stand, she got the rations, opening the plastic and eating the nasty smelling caffeine infused beef jerky. Planning to give the second one to Telisi. Maybe it could help her feel better.

"Come on! Come on! We gotta go!" her ears perked to the quiet voice of the human holding the gun from the other room.

"Who are these people? Mercer's people?" Nor asked.

"Is Mercer here too?" Teylan’s excitement scratched Seysini’s heart.

Mercer. Her ears went down. The barrel of his gun flashing through her mind. Mercer.

"No, no. These are friends. We're going to get you out of here, all right?" Alma answered, and for the first time, the woman's words relieved Seysini.

The ground trembled, and the ceiling shook. Seysini hollered and grabbed onto the metal table to stay upright.

"RDA closing in! We should move!" The nervous human said with fear.

"Everyone, out!" Alma yelled.

Shoving the MRE in her back pocket, she ran to the door, crouching through the hallway as fast as she could.

The cryo vault was empty of all her clan, the Na’vi, and humans. She looked at the door, hearing tiny footsteps getting closer from behind it. The metal flung at her face with an orange cloud, heat, and smoke wafting over her.

She ran to a wall, using it as cover, and peeping past it. Only five humans entered the vault, two Seysini, recognized.

"The children," Harding investigated an empty cryochamber, "They're alive!"

"Cortez!" Mercer sneered, walking through the ruined gray room, "She always thought we were making pets, not soldiers."

Pets! Soldiers! Seysini’s blood boiled. Is that what he thought of Aha'ri? A thing that he could train, getting upset when he couldn't!

"Get rid of them." He huffed to Harding and exited the vault.

Her anger sizzled out, fear bubbling in her stomach and taking its place. Knowing the only way, she could leave would put her in range of their gunfire. But she couldn't stay here.

She crept out from behind the wall, slowly standing with each step. "One got out!" Harding yelled behind her.

She sprinted for the slowly closing doors, bullets whizzing off their metal. Sighing when the door shut behind her, and the gunfire seized.

"Get it open. Now!" Harding ordered.

Seysini sprinted down the hallway, careful not to trip on boxes and old RDA equipment.

Lungs aching from huffing in the air, she turned down the mazes of hallways, crouching through a doorway.

She's only ever heard humans speak about Eywa, but if Eywa's real, Seysini could really use her help right now.

"Kill all Na'vi on sight!" Mercer’s voice boomed over the intercoms.

She crouched out of the room, climbing over rubble from the caved in ceiling, a bright light shining through the hole.

"No!" The green light above the door down the hall turned red, the door slowly going down.

Her long legs moved with swiftness, and she slammed her butt on the ground, sliding under the door just as it missed her forehead.

"Blues are close. Eyes open people!" An RDA soldier warned.

Blues.

Crawling under another doorway, the hallway following it was completely blocked. She jumped with as much momentum as her legs could give her. Grabbing the broken metal plate, pulling herself onto it.

Past it were more ruins of the building. The memories she had made in this facility, mainly bad ones, cried out. What happened to TAP?

She looked around the wrecked hall, seeing no doorways or anything to climb. She laid eyes on the yellow vent. The soldiers screaming to find her making adrenaline pump through her heart.

She climbed the ledge under the vent some of the rubble created and pulled her knee to her chest, slamming it into the vent. "Shit!" She winced, looking at the dented metal.

Winding her leg up, she kicked again, and the vent cover flew down the shaft. "Ow!" she groaned, crouching through the vent.

Dust coated her lungs with each breath, her back rejoicing when she entered a room that she could stand upright in.

She ran up the stairs, trying to ignore the dust covered RDA boxes, internally groaning at the sight of another vent.

Crouching down, her knees begging for relief, she made it to the end of the ventilation shaft, using her other foot to kick in the cover.

It came off with one kick, shoving herself out of the tight quarters and onto the floor.

"There! I see one!" She looked up at the two RDA guards looking at her with wide eyes on the other side of the windows.

Seysini shrieked, her legs moving right as the bullets fired, breaking the windows that exposed her, wincing at a sharp sting on her side.

"Shoot to kill!" the other soldier spoke.

Thankful to the wall separating the windows, she caught her breath. This differed greatly from the TAP training. Now that she could die, she was faster, stronger, terrified.

She couldn't die. She vaulted over the rubble, a bullet hitting the wall next to her head. She gets to be free. Something Aha'ri died for. Sliding under a metal plate leaning on the window, the door in front of her trying to close.

Squeezing through the doors right before they could crush her down the middle. Her body wanted to give out, but her brain kept it from doing so. She kept her pace, barely evading the soldier shooting at her from the room next to her.

Her gut telling her to seek cover, she turned the corner, leaping over the staircase and sliding under rubble. The voice in her head warning her that the cement could crumble on top of her at any moment.

Noticing another vent, she crawled under the ruins and let gravity take over. Her back slammed onto the ground, making her lungs clench. She gasped, and her eyelids threatened to close.

"One more made it!" a new but familiar voice spoke. "Over here!"

She forced her torso up seeing the Na'vi man from earlier, standing in what once was a hallway, now a pocket created by metal ruins caging him into a small space. Dragging herself to her feet, she shuffled over to him, a metal fence separating them.

"Are you all right?" He searched over her body with worry.

She nodded and stood up straight, taking her hand off her side seeing the blood on her palm. "The bullet just grazed me."

"Here." he pushed a rubber band with a metal microphone in its center, and an earplug through the fence. "Take this."

"A radio?" Seysini grabbed the devices and looked at him. What Na'vi uses a radio?

"Put it in your ear. It is tuned to our frequency.”

She clasped the band around her throat and put the earpiece in. "You've been busy." She nodded to the dead humans on the floor with arrows sticking out of them. A sweet feeling of victory made her want to smile.

"They were looking for you." He put a foot on the soldier's shoulder, pulling his arrow out of his chest with ease. "They found me." He retrieved his other arrow, turning to her. "You need to move. Now."

"Wait. What's your name?" Since he's risked his life for her, she should at least know the man's name.

"So'lek." He told her, puffing his chest out, "One of the last of my clan. I am here, so you will not be the last of yours." His ears flicked back.

Before she could apologize for what happened to his people, he told her, "Keep moving. Fast and quiet. Go."

She took a deep breath and forced her muscles to move, leaving So'lek behind as she crouched under the door, and made it down the hall, soldiers screaming all around her.

"Can you hear me?" She jumped at So’lek’s voice in her ear.

Taking a deep breath, she held the microphone against her throat, "Yes. I hear you. Those soldiers are everywhere!" Her voice shook, wondering if she can keep being lucky with bullets shooting at her.

"It’s okay. Breathe." So'lek soothed her through the radio. "Look for a way out."

"Okay." she whispered to herself, seeing the hinges of the maintenance door on the floor. She held the handle and her arms strained at the force she put in to open the rusted door.

Not being able to open it fully, she forced herself through the crevice she made, liking that this was a walkway for humans and not a vent, so she didn't have to crouch so low.

Sweating from the heat the gas pipes created, she hoped that the corners she took were leading her to a way out, considering they were the only ones not blocked with maintenance supplies and new pipes.

A loud thud shook the ceiling, making dust fly in her face. An AMP suit walked right above her, across the floor with hexagon holes dotting along the metal, making her freeze and fight the cough in her throat.

"Come on, come on, they're here somewhere! Check every corner, vent, hole in the wall, I don't care. Find them!" The AMP driver ordered with his voice echoing inside the metal suit.

Please don't look down. She begged in her mind, making sure she quieted her breathing, and stepped as softly as she could.

Reaching the end of the maintenance shaft, she leapt out of it, trying to ignore that the only thing keeping the army in the other room from attacking her was a broken window and a locked door.

Climbing the steps, turning to go up another staircase, she needed to ease her worries.

"So'lek? Can you hear me?" She talked on her radio, "Where is everyone else? Did they make it out?" She couldn't lose anyone else.

"I'm making sure they do." She sighed and closed her eyes at the weight being lifted from her shoulders. "Are you safe?" The older man's concern came through the radio.

"For now.” She crouched under the door at the top of the steps, scanning the room. “I think."

"Let me worry about the others." So'lek said, "Just keep moving."

Easier said than done. But she would try. So'lek was right, she can't help the others if she's dead.

Running through the hall, her shoulders slouching at the sight of another vent looking like the only way out. With all her frustration going into her kick, the vent ripped off its screws like nothing, and she crawled through.

"Why'd they have blues in cryo?" A voice sounded from the end of the ventilation shaft.

Her temper spiked at the name blues, but her rapid heartbeat was stronger knowing she could get shot at, and these soldiers might not miss.

Holding her breath, she gripped the vents ridge on the wall, and lowered herself onto the ground. Getting low and only taking as many silent steps as needed.

"Do you hear that?" She froze behind a shelf strewn in the center of the room. "Hello? Blues? You still here? We just want to talk." The soldier toyed.

She clenched her jaw and went forward, standing behind a wall so that the soldier in the room in front of her wouldn't see.

"I'll give you a present!" The soldier continued.

"Yeah, that'll work." The other soldier said sarcastically.

The soldier in front of her turned his back, and she booked it towards the rubble, keeping low, practically crawling through the hallway.

Letting out a breath after holding it when the door shut behind her, she slowly ascended the stairs, running through the dark hallway, not stopping for the window, just praying to whoever the soldiers wouldn't see her.

Falling on her hands and knees when entering another room, the door shutting behind her.

 You can't stop. she told herself, rising from the ground.

The familiar room was now foreign from its muck covered floor, dusty tables, and broken tablets. Ignoring the dirty room, she would walk through daily, she made it to the door, sighing and hanging her head, trying to keep her tears at bay.

"The door to the gym is closed." She held the microphone. "I'll try to find another way through."

"Stay watchful." So'lek warned, and Seysini looked out the window down at the two soldiers patrolling the gym.

Light sparked out of the corner of her eye; smiling at her prayers answered. She hurried over to the cables. "Please work." She grabbed the ends of the split cable, forcing them together.

Flinching away from the sparks flying at her face, the light on the door turned green, and she crawled through it. The rusted bridge was missing its stairs, and the ceiling of the gym now caved in, laying in the center of the room.

Her feet padded on the gym floor despite Seysini being gentle with her jump, and she dashed behind the rubble. Waiting for a reaction from the soldiers.

After moments of silence, she crept peeking past the rubble, both the human’s backs turned. She ran for the door, her footsteps loud.

"There!" one of the soldiers screamed behind her.

Their bullets banged the door, barely cracking the bulletproof glass in them as they shut behind her.

Getting a comfortable distance from them, she spoke on her radio. "I'm out of the gym."

"Good. Now get to the-" A scream cut off So'lek, static following.

"So'lek!" she screamed in the speaker.

The only thing in the hallways were remnants of the once ceiling and walls. She made quick work of moving through them, a purple glow catching her eye.

Confused, she walked to it, its nature smell finding her. It was fungus. Pandoran fungus.

Aha'ri would be thrilled to see it.

Pulling her attention away from the flora, she continued her stride through the halls blending with their gray color and brown rust, ignoring the new patch of fungus on her way to the door.

Gasping when she saw the state of her classroom. Where the Sarentu learned to be human. The desks were lopsided, and the chairs overturned. Their old class papers scattered on the floor.

 "How long were we asleep…?” her eyes tranced on the cracked screen that Alma used to show them pictures on, slowly making her way out of the room.

A part of her didn't want to leave it. The classroom reminded her so much of Aha'ri. When she used to question the human's ways, her stubbornness to conform to them. The way she stood up to Mercer.

But Aha'ri would want Seysini to leave. To be free from this prison.

Wanting to distract her mind from the pain that she's leaving so many memories with her sister in this facility, she decided to worry about the Na'vi man instead.

"So'lek? Can you hear me?" She tried her radio, making her way to the next door.

The door flew open, a bulky AMP suit pushed her to the ground. She tried to stand, but the AMP driver pinned her to the floor with its foot covering her torso. Trying to breathe, she attempted to push it off her.

Her breath got caught in her throat when a pistol stared at her. "Gotcha." Harding gloated.

"What’d you catch Harding?" Her ears pinned back at his voice. Mercer smirked down at her, kneeling to get closer.

An instinct she buried long ago reached its hand out of the grave. With almost all her air, she hissed at Mercer with as much ferocity as she could muster, while being pinned down by an AMP.

Harding gripped her pistol tighter, her glare darkening at Seysini. "Ah, you don't gotta worry about this one. It hasn't got anywhere near the fight its sister did." Mercer smiled, his words like poison to her ears.

"Murderer!" Seysini forced out of her chest. Harding raised her pistol back at Seysini's face.

"Well, look where it got her." Mercer's smirk grew.

He stood looking at the human woman. "Such a shame. They could've been of use once. But now there are no Na'vi ambassadors, only obstacles." He can't even say Na'vi right!

She yelped at the sounds of bullets watching them bounce off the AMP suit. The AMP driver stumbled away. She gasped, her eyes watering at the ability to breathe.

"Run!" So'lek yelled, holding an assault rifle, his size making the weapon look small.

Pushing herself forward, she went through the door and plunged herself down an elevator shaft.

She whimpered and held her head, the metal floor cold underneath her. "So'lek! Are you okay?" She breathed out into the radio. "That... That was way too close."

Her heart sank at no response from the man. "So'lek?" her voice echoed through the empty hall.

Standing she kept pressure on her side to ease the burn of the bullet graze and leaned on the wall to keep her steady as she walked.

She squinted at a bright light at the end of the dark hall, trying to block it from her eyes. Her heart skipped. It was sunlight. Not the artificial lights the humans forced into the metal of TAP’s ceiling.

 So close to the outside. So close to Pandora.

A voice in her head told her to turn around and go back to TAP to continue learning. A louder voice that sounded a lot like Aha'ri's told her to go. Run. Let Pandora wrap its arms around her.

The closer she got to the green overgrowing the dim metal, the guiltier she felt. She shook her head and fought that feeling, forcing herself to keep going. Stepping into the light, leaving the gloomy despair of TAP behind her.

Gasping, tears stung her eyes. Putting her hand over her mouth she let her eyes dart around the scene in front of her.

Green leaves of different shapes and sizes hung from plant stems and branches from trees that reached into the sky. Moss hugged gigantic roots that stretched from the ground and disappeared out of view. Pink and purple flowers stuck out amongst the ground.

A gust of wind brought the smell of the forest to her nose, the sun kissed her skin displaying designs of shadows the trees created.

Looking at the beauty, gracing her with its presence before her, she was certain of Eywa’s existence, the great mother ready to embrace her with love, after waiting so long for Seysini’s arrival.

After years she got to experience this feeling again. The feeling she yearned for since Aha’ri’s death. This gracious feeling of comfort.

Finally, she escaped TAP, Mercer’s abuse, and brainwashing. Alma’s orders and teachings. The constant reminder of what happened to her sister.

She smiled at the forest, a stray tear leaving her eye. Finally, she was home.

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed, and don't worry as the story progresses it'll differ from the game (At least that's what I'm aiming for). Feel free to comment any feedback, as I am trying to get better at writing!