#lo’ak angst

[normspellsman]

Take Me With Her

“She Is Mine” Lo’ak Version

part one | part two

pairing: lo’ak x fem!human!reader

genre: angst, forbidden secret relationship, tiniest bit of fluff, no comfort at all, & violence

word count: 4.1k+ (don’t…just don’t)

warning(s): hissing, lo’ak calling reader babygirl (eeekkk), mentions of death + injury, death threats, lo’ak being possessive, kidnapping, cursing, suggestive tones, brief neck kissing, quaritch being a creep (ewww), reader thinking that she’s going to die, everyone being terrified, spider + lo’ak thinking about killing quaritch, & lo’ak crying

taglist: @aonungsmate @dearstell @thatonegirlwiththebeanie367 @optimisticblazetrash @goodiesinthecloset21 @liyahsocorro @universal-s1ut @minkyungseokie @amortencjja @chshshhshshshshshshshs

word bank: yawne — beloved, paskalin — honey (term of endearment), eywa / great mother — goddess deity that the na’vi believe in, sa’nok — mother, sempul — father, & prrnen — baby

note: spider, kiri, lo’ak, & reader are aged up to around the age of seventeen. it just makes more sense given the timeline i had in my head & with what i wrote. also going to be two parts hehe 🤭

Giggles erupted from your throat, your shoulder coming up instinctively to hide your neck from the ticklish attacks your boyfriend was doing to your delicate skin. You were almost confident that he even left some marks on the dips of your collarbones from his nipping.

Lo’ak whined in protest, attempting to burrow his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“Yawne,” he whimpered, rubbing his cheek against your pulsepoint once he finally broke through your insistent hiding of your neck. “Can’t I show my love to my babygirl?” He whined, yet again.

You huffed in response, not sure if it was from annoyance or the proximity of your lovers face from your neck.

“No, Lo’ak. It is getting late and we must get back,” you replied, finally coaxing him out from your neck.

The Na’vi boy in front of you pouted, tightening his grip on your waist as he looked up at you from your position on his lap. Your thighs were on either side of Lo’ak’s waist causing you to kneel as he rested in between your legs.

“Just a few m’re minutes,” he pleaded, diving back into your neck as he gently ghosted his lips against the soft flesh and puckered his lips against it.

You gave out a small sigh, hands going up to the back of Lo’ak’s head and into his braids. “Sure,” you replied, making your boyfriend's tail perk up and wag back and forth from behind him, “Later. When we go home.”.

Lo’ak let out a frustrated groan, burying his face into your neck again and taking a deep inhale of your scent before reluctantly pulling away. A pout made its way to his face again.

“Fine,” he mumbled, standing up with you still in his tight hold.

“Lo’ak!” You squealed out, increasing your grip on his shoulders so as to not fall from his arms. He was such a pain in your ass sometimes.

The boy smirked at your response, bringing you a bit higher in order to be face to face with him, “Yes?”.

“Put me down you big oaf!” You demanded, slightly glaring at your smirking boyfriend, “And don’t drop me either! Gently put me down.”. You knew how Lo’ak worked during his teasing moments, it was always too obvious what he was thinking when the thought came across his mind. There were too many times where he playfully let you go and wasn’t quick enough to catch you, resulting in you harshly landing on your ass.

“Sure thing, princess,” he obeyed, gently placing you down onto the Pandora floor and kissing the crown of your head. “Better?” He asked.

Simply rolling your eyes at him, you shook your head and began to walk away, hoping to find Spider or Tuk to spread the message that you needed to start heading back home before eclipse began.

“Ugh. Baby, wait!” Lo’ak called out, quickly gathering his bow before swiftly following after you, tail swishing behind him as he did so.

———

Everything that could go wrong, went wrong.

First, Lo’ak stumbled upon strange footprints, tracking them to the forbidden shack, a place where Jake warned you guys repeatedly to never go. Then, Jake ordered all of you to fall back and head back to the stronghold. After that, it was going smoothly. Kiri and Lo’ak were bickering back and forth about how much trouble the boy was going to be in while Spider and you trailed behind Tuk, before she was snatched up by an RDA Avatar. Lo’ak had thrown himself in front of you, hiding your much shorter frame from the enemy soldiers' sights as he bared his fangs and drew back his bow. But that didn’t last long until an unwelcome figure came up behind you and roughly pulled you back by your hair, making you yelp out in response. Which led to where you were now, struggling in an Avatar’s tight grip as Quaritch began to eye all five of you.

“Show me your hands boy,” he demanded, striding up to Lo’ak as the boy was forced to kneel before the man.

Lo’ak only lifted up both of his middle fingers to Quaritch as his response, causing the man to reach behind the boy and harshly pull at his queue. Lo’ak hissed out in response to the pain, growling as his eyes shot daggers into Quaritch’s skull.

You shouted out in protest, beating your hands against the soldiers skin in attempts to force them to let go of you. But that only caused their grip on your hair to tighten, you whimpering out in response.

Your boyfriend's ears drew back at your expression of pain, letting out a little snarl as you went quiet.

Anxiety erupted within Lo’ak’s body as his eyes darted to both of his sisters to Spider and to you, lingering on you the most. Which proved to be something he shouldn’t have done as Quaritch caught onto the boys staring, slowly turning around and following his gaze.

Fuck, you thought when Quaritch made eye contact with you, gulping at his blank yet wild amber eyes. Holy shit, I’m going to die.

The thought was so abrupt in your mind, scaring you with how fast it formed. Everything about Quaritch and the situation you were put into terrified you. You always felt safe around other Na’vi, even Neytiri at times. But there was just something about the armed soldiers surrounding you that made you want to crawl within yourself and never come out. Every move they made, made you think it was going to be your final moments on Pandora. You just hoped that if it was, they had the decency to take you out of eyesight and do it then. You didn’t want the others, especially Lo’ak and Tuk, to see the potential violent scene.

The minute Quaritch switched his attention from Lo’ak to you, the teen boy snarled at the man, challenging him to do anything to you. There was no way that Lo’ak would even allow Quaritch to touch a singular hair on your head. Over my dead fucking body, he internally seethed.

A cackle escaped the Colonel's lips, tightening his grip on the boy's queue before turning back to the five-fingered boy. An unsettling smile etched itself onto the man’s lips as he slightly bent down to face Lo’ak, ears pinning back to the sides of his head.

“That your girl boy?” He asked, a smirk evident on his face. Lo’ak wanted to claw that smirk off his face. How dare he speak of you? Of his mate? Quaritch was pushing at Lo’ak’s buttons and he knew it. And it was working.

“How does that even work? I mean, she’s so much smaller than you. Very fragile too,” he taunted, pulling the back of Lo’ak’s head back, making him cry out in pain. “Be a shame if-” he started, but was caught off by a loud growl and hiss.

“Shut the fuck up!” Lo’ak sneered, “Keep her out of your fucking mouth.”.

Another cackle left the Colonel’s mouth, tongue gliding over his new sharp teeth before unsheathing the knife from his hip, holding it up inches away from the teen boys chest.

“No! Please! Don’t hurt him!” You yelled out, thrashing around in the soldiers grasp, ignoring the stinging in your scalp with every tug.

“Aw, that’s sweet. She’s begging me to not hurt you,” Quaritch commented, eyes glued on Lo’ak’s face, studying his expression. “I wonder what other kinds of begging she can do,” he grinned, eyes dark and sinister.

“Fuck you!” Both Lo’ak and Spider yelled out, angry at the man’s comment. The words coming out of his mouth was disgusting. It may have been socially okay to speak about women like that back on Earth, but on Pandora, women were treated with respect and praised. Both boys held you dear to their hearts. Lo’ak and Spider were going to kill Quaritch when they got the chance for the way he talked about you.

Spider and you have always been close. Being the only teenage humans on Pandora was hard but you had each other to lean on. Over the years, he became extremely overprotective over you, especially when it regarded a certain blue skinned boy. He always viewed you as family. He’d do anything to ensure that you were safe if it was deemed necessary. You may not be his sister by blood but he sure as hell treated you as if you were. So, hearing Quaritch’s words, he wanted to rip the man’s head off his body and put it on a stick as a warning for whoever else dared to speak such obscenities about his sister.

Lo’ak and you have been together for nearly two years, being close friends for way longer than that. He loved you since the day he met you and always treated you the way you deserved to be treated, with gentleness and kindness and respect. Never had he ever thought such vile innuendos Quaritch had hinted at. The older man was disgusting for thinking such things about a seventeen year old girl, especially one that was already called for. In Na’vi culture, it was a disgrace for one to talk about any women that way, mated or not. Lo’ak was raised to respect the women in his clan and those he came into contact with. So, having Quaritch talk about you in a way that made you want to throw up and sparked intense anger within Lo’ak’s system, made him want to repeatedly stab the man in front of him and watch the life leave his eyes. No one was allowed to speak about you in such ways. Not if Lo’ak had anything to do with it.

“Don’t talk about her in that way,” Spider growled out, struggling in the grips of the two soldiers that held onto him. (It was impressive that the human boy needed two Avatar soldiers to hold him back. His strength was closely compared to a regular Na’vi’s.)

Quaritch let go of Lo’ak, allowing the original soldier who had him in his grip to return to his previous position. He quickly turned around to face the both of you, your stomach dropping at his gaze.

“What’s your name, sugar?” He asked, crouching down to your level. You wanted to throw up on the spot from the nickname. It made you sick.

“Don’t fucking talk to her!” Spider snapped, achieving in getting closer to you and in Quaritch’s eyesight.

Quaritch quickly glanced towards Spider, lips forming into a thin line.

Before Quaritch or any of the other soldiers could do anything, you answered his question robotically.

“(Y/N) Selfridge.”.

The man before you stilled. He hasn’t heard that name in a long time.

“You’re Parker’s kid?” He asked, eyes slightly wide in shock. He didn’t know that Parker had a special lady during his time on Pandora. The man never seemed to be the one that was interested in that kind of stuff. Too busy trying to get the rare metal from underneath the very ground he stood on.

“No,” you spat, disgust evident in your voice, “I’m his niece. He dragged his sister, my Mother, to this planet years before the Na’vi won the Great War. She died giving birth to me after the battle.”.

Your explanation struck something within Quaritch. Parker mentioned a sister in passing during their very few and limited conversations. He never thought that Parker would bring her along to Pandora nor did he ever think that he’d leave her on the foreign planet alone to give birth. But, yet, he did almost the same thing to Paz and his son, Miles.

“What about you boy?” Quaritch asked, nodding at the human boy next to you. There were very limited surnames that went through the Colonel’s head as he waited for the boy to speak, his being one of them.

“Spider…Socorro,” he replied, hesitancy laced in his voice.

Quaritch’s heart stopped, “Miles?”, he asked.

Spider pierced his lips, eyes darting across the older man’s face as he stared up at him, “No one calls me that anymore,” he responded.

Quaritch was shocked, to say the least. He’d thought that they’d send him on the next available ship back to Earth. Albeit him being only a couple of months old, he still thought that there’d be a possibility that his son would go back to his Fathers home planet.

“I thought they sent you back to Earth,” Quaritch commented, voice slightly shaking, void of all the cocky confidence he had prior.

“They can’t put babies in cryo, dipshit,” Spider spat, fists tightly balling up at his sides. Surely his ‘Father’ couldn’t be that stupid. He should’ve known that there was no way for Spider to go back to Earth, to a planet where he’d have no one. Pandora is and always will be Spider's home.

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the group as seconds passed by. Meeting his long lost son seemed to throw him off, messing up his mojo. It was clearly evident on his face and in his body language. He seemed more tense and unsure of what he was doing.

The silence was broken by a voice erupting from behind you, “What should we do, boss?”.

As soon as the emotions from Spider’s confession of his surname came, they left just as quickly. Quaritch was back to the way he was before. “Tie ‘em up. Looks like we got ourselves some prisoners,” he responded, preparing himself to call in his position to Ardmore.

The rest of the soldiers exclaimed in agreement, slapping restraints onto the children they had captured and throwing them all into a circle near the shack.

The soldier that had you in their grip had harshly thrown you to the floor, causing you to groan out from the hard contact with the forest floor. They laughed at your reaction, taking a few steps back to talk with his fellow comrades.

Lo’ak had quickly scurried to your side, hissing at the soldier that threw you like you were a rag doll. His body was positioned in front of yours in a crouch, the tense muscles of his back being the only thing you saw before he abruptly turned around and brought you into his embrace, checking over every inch of your skin to see if there were any new cuts or scrapes he should be worried about.

You didn’t say anything as you tried your best to pull yourself closer into your boyfriend's body, the restraints on your wrists preventing you from wrapping your arms around his neck in comfort. Your brain was still trying its best to process the previous events that occurred.

Lo’ak could sense the tension in your body and how your brain was scrambling to pull itself together. So he brought you closer into his arms, bringing his tied wrists up and over your body before settling them against your back, pulling you into his chest and lap.

“It’s alright, paskalin,” he reassured, tucking your masked face into his neck, “I got you. I got you.”.

———

When Spider had nudged you and turned his head ever so slightly to you, eyes darting behind you where Lo’ak stood a few feet behind, you knew that Neytiri and Jake arrived. It was the slightest change in pitch of a call that drew your attention to the trees. Neytiri, you realized. Lo’ak had taken it upon himself to teach you all the callings and ululatings his Sa’nok had come up with, telling you which meant what. You supposed his late night lesson all those months ago came in handy at this moment.

Your head harshly jerked back from the soldier pulling at your hair, once again. He didn’t like it when you guys would interact with each other and decided that pulling at your hair and Kiri’s queue was the best option to teach you to not speak to the others.

Fucking dick, you thought to yourself, restraining yourself from turning around in the soldiers grip and sinking your dull teeth into the flesh of his arm. See how he’ll like it.

A low growl was heard from behind you, Lo’ak glaring at the man who yanked at your hair. He was beginning to itch to choke out the man who had your beautiful and soft hair in his hold. It made him angry that someone like him was touching you in a way that brought you pain. Made him want to bring you into arms and hold you like a prrnen. He wanted to kill anyone and anything that caused you harm.

The distinct yip echoed throughout the forest yet again, your eyes darting to where the Na’vi woman could possibly be. Neytiri may have not liked you and you may have a very strained relationship but you were overjoyed in the moment that she and Jake were here to save the lot of you. You found yourself thanking your lucky stars and the Great Mother for the fierce couple.

From Spiders left, you could hear Kiri begin to pray aloud to Eywa, muttering her words only loud enough for the soldier and the boy beside you to hear. In retaliation to Kiri’s mumbles, the soldier began tugging at her sensitive queue, causing you and Spider to follow with the harsh tugs as he also held both of your hair in his grip.

“Shut up!” He harshly whispered, getting annoyed with the girl's constant rambling. The more Kiri prayed, the more he tugged and demanded her to shut her mouth. Eventually, his command was cut off with a sharp thwick and an arrow lodged into his skull.

Chaos erupted from around you as the man behind you dropped to the forest floor dead. Guns began to go off, forcing you to duck as Spider grabbed both you and Kiri and pushed forward. You ran behind Spider as he followed after Kiri, restrained hands on the lower part of her back to keep her moving forwards but she was pulled back by another soldier.

Spider stopped his movements, which caused you to run into his back, hands going out to grip his hips to steady yourself.

Everything was going too fast. You could barely process what happened to Kiri before she was by your side again, the soldier who grabbed her slumped over with an arrow in her chest. Gassy smoke was spraying everywhere as RDA soldiers ducked behind whatever they could to hide from the onslaught of arrows Neytiri was shooting at them from her advantage point. Before you knew it, Spider began to pull at your handcuffs, urging you to follow him and Kiri as they began to retreat into the thick foliage of the forest. Your brain barely had time to process it all before the three of you were hurriedly crossing over a connecting branch to another tree.

You felt it before you heard it. The hot air and stinging of your skin as you went flying forward into Spider's back before the two of you ultimately fell and tumbled down the hill underneath the overpass that was just blown up from whatever weapon a soldier shot at it. Pain was all you felt as you rolled down the hill, harshly making contact with all the sticks and rocks along the path. It hurt. Everything hurt.

You must’ve slammed your head up against a rock or the ground because the next thing you knew, it all went black.

———

Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as he ran and jumped over everything in his path, Tuktirey hot on his trail as she followed her older brother.

It all went by too quickly for him to properly digest what just happened. The only thing on his mind was you. He just hoped that Spider and Kiri were already somewhere safe with you in tow. Should’ve grabbed her when I had the chance, fuck.

Lo’ak came up to an opening, not planning on stopping until two blue bodies popped out of nowhere, causing Tuk to let out a scream and him to jump out of the way. But as quickly as his fear settled into his stomach, it went away just as fast.

“Daddy!” Tuk cried out, running into her Sempul’s arms, whole body shaking from the shock and adrenaline coursing through her tiny body.

“Lo’ak,” Neteyam breathed out, bringing him into a hug, thanking the Great Mother for safely bringing back his younger siblings to him. Lo’ak leaned into the hug the best he could, hands still tied and whole body on alert for you.

“Tuk!” Neytiri called out, both her and Kiri emerging from behind some bushes, taking her youngest into her arms as she kneeled down to the forest floor, “Thank you Great Mother! Oh, thank you!”.

Jake had brought his second son into a hug after cutting his restraints off his wrists. But, as Lo’ak began to count the bodies around him, his heart sunk into his stomach. Spider nor you were in sight. Which only meant one thing.

“Where’s (Y/N)? Spider?” He shakingly asked, already knowing the answer.

Kiri looked up to her brother with tears in her eyes and a quivering lip. “They took him. They took them both!” She sobbed, head shaking at the fact. If only she had followed after you both. If only her Sa’nok didn’t pull her away.

Everything around Lo’ak began to crumble before him. The only thing he truly loved was taken from him, from right between his fingers.

As Jake tried to reassure his daughter that both you and Spider were going to be okay, that you both were tough kids, Lo’ak darted back into the forest, retracing his footsteps.

“Lo’ak!” Neytiri called out, trying to get him to come back. She was about to follow after him but Neteyam beat her to it, quickly running after him.

Tears began to brim Lo’ak’s waterline as he pushed himself to go faster, not wanting to accept the fact that you were now in the enemy's hands. His mate was in Quaritch’s hands, in the clutches of the RDA. Who knows what they’d do to you and Spider once you get to their base. Please, Great Mother, please bring her back.

But as the sight of the helicopter came into view and began to ascend back up with their precious cargo, Lo’ak felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

“No!” He cried out, “Bring her back!”.

He fell to his knees as the flying piece of metal got tinier and tinier in his line of sight, becoming a bot in the starry sky before disappearing completely.

You were gone. Gone without a trace. Lo’ak had no way of tracking which base they’d bring you to. He had no way of saving you as he knew his Father would never waste bullets or Na’vi lives over you and Spider. The only thing he could do was cry out to Eywa to bring you back or have Quaritch come back and take him with you. But his prayers fell on empty ears.

“Little brother,” Neteyam softly called out, finally catching up to the teen boy.

The eldest Sully knew of your relationship with his brother. He had gone to visit Spider in the lab one afternoon when he stumbled upon you and Lo’ak in quite the compromising position. The younger had to beg the older to not speak a word about what he saw, knowing that if he did, their Sa’nok would have both of your heads on a stick. Neteyam hadn’t uttered a word of it since then.

Neteyam tried his best to comfort his brother, but he knew that the only person that could comfort him was you. And you were gone. Lo’ak was going to be inconsolable until he got you back into his arms.

“She’s gone, Teyam,” Lo’ak whispered, fat tears running down his darkening cheeks, “She’s gone.”.

“I know, Lo’ak, I know,” Neteyam cooed, bringing his brother into his arms for some comfort, “I’m sorry.”.

The rest of the Sully family had met up with Neteyam and Lo’ak, hugging the boy. None of them knew of your relationship, keeping it a secret from everyone, minus Neteyam and Kiri. Neytiri and Jake thought he was distraught at losing two of his closest friends but they couldn’t be further from the truth.

That night, Lo’ak cried himself to sleep, wishing that you were in his arms and that he could bury his nose into your neck and inhale your calming, yet intoxicating, scent.

Eywa, why didn’t you bring her back?, he thought to himself as sleep began to consume him, Why didn’t you take me with her?.

[loaksbitch]

Lo’ak just being an absolute simp for you. He would def say something like ‘’Hey mamas’’ or ‘’ma’’ This man is PUTHY WHIPPED. Always begging for quickies or just to be cockwarmed. He is a switch 100% i need a fic to survive

this kept me up all night, legit thinking about my baby, lo’ak, and reading this had me thinking and feeling things 💗

warnings – lo’ak being an absolute simp, puthy eating, him saying “hey mamas” should be a warnings like??, cockwarming, switch lo’ak, begging lo’ak <3

lo’ak sully who always made sure you know he loves you. lo’ak sully always telling you you’re the only person that’s his present and future love. lo’ak sully who never fails to show you what you mean to him. lo’ak sully who protects you from danger. lo’ak sully who sexually, emotionally, mentally and verbally prioritizes you.

lo’ak sully who made sure you are always pleased. lo’ak sully who whimpers every time you told him you love him. lo’ak sully who keeps following you around like a pet. lo’ak sully who flattened his ears when you edged him, hand fisting on his throbbing cock and jerking him off. lo’ak sully who groans softly, “mamas, stop teasing me”. lo’ak sully who begs when you drag your nail over the base of his thick cock, “baby, please”.

lo’ak sully who ruts to your hand wrapped on his girth length. lo’ak sully who holds his breath and screw his eye shut when he came on your hand. lo’ak sully that locks eyes with you, watching you lick his load from your fingers. lo’ak sully who lays you on your back before dipping between your slick folds. lo’ak sully that roughly pins you down to the bed placing his large hand over your pelvis, stopping you there from squirming while he finger fucked you. lo’ak sully that gives kitten licks on your sensitive bud to drive crazy enough.

lo’ak sully that grins, saying “you’re almost there ma.” lo’ak sully who scissors your cunt open, curling his finger deep in your tightening walls. lo’ak sully that watches you cum on his finger, hissing when he sees your arousal dribble from his knuckles and pool onto his palm. lo’ak sully that softly kissed your clit when massage your legs. lo’ak sully who told you it’s okay when he repeatedly made you come. lo’ak sully that nudged his nose to yours when you cry because you’re overstimulated.

lo’ak sully who gently fucks you, rubbing the soft skin of your thighs and soothing you to relax for him. lo’ak sully going all, “need you to relax for me, mamas, can you do that?”. lo’ak sully that plunges to your sex while pushing you to the mattress. lo’ak sully who tells you to cum with him, together. lo’ak sully who flicks your clit to push you further and let go for him. lo’ak sully who cusses under his breath when he paints your wall with his cum. lo’ak sully who kisses you rough and desperately, wanting all of you. lo’ak sully who pulls you to him when he lies next to you.

lo’ak sully who cuddles you to sleep. lo’ak sully who made sure to tell you he again, loves you. lo’ak sully who place a featherlight kiss on your temple before you fall to sleep. lo’ak sully who finally allows himself to drown to his own dream after he has you secure in his arms.

finger crossed you liked it anon, this was my thots and was written before i went to class! i’ll make an extended smut about him trust me <3 — like + reblogs & feedbacks are appreciated! i love each and everyone of you ** mwah!!

[iikatsukii]

boyfriend texts w/ lo'ak and neteyam (modern au)

synopsis: just some texts between you and the sully boys 

pairings: lo’ak x reader, neteyam x reader 

warnings: swearing, talk of mom fucking- (its a joke), angst between you and lo’ak (no comfort)

a/n: i'm kinda back but for now i'm only really gonna be doing texts and stuff like that and also maybe finish my mha series idk but here have this. I did both sully boys bc i wanted to is you want another character or more texts just ask and ill try to do some. I kinda enjoy them (sae told me to post these so thank her ig @lvrcpid)

lo'ak:

neteyam:

[bloomdim]

Lo’ak x Thigh job | Female reader | Aged Up

Warnings: pet names, orgasms (m and f), p in v

‘Shit baby…’ your mate grunts from above you, the sounds of your slick combining with his quick movements clouding your hearing as he pushes in and out of your thighs. His grip is so so tight, forcing the plush of your thighs together to get himself off.

His cock seeping with precum, staining the middle of your waist line as your eyes watch him slip in and out. ‘L-lo’ you whine out, the heat of the moment being to much as you can feel your own climax coming soon. ‘Yeah baby?’ He grunted out, the flesh of your thighs gliding his cock so deliciously. You let out another soft mewl, sending a shiver down his spine. Your voice was so sweet, his sweet girl you were. ‘M’so close!’ His cock brushing against your clit one too many times, god he felt good.

‘C’mon cum for me baby’ he cooed, pushing your thighs together more, throwing his head back as his cock twitched between you. That was your last straw, your back arching so beautifully as your arousal gushed out of you, glazing his cock with your slick. ‘Good girl’ he grunted, giving one more thrust as his length squirted his seed along your nipples and the middle of your stomach. His cum trailing along the length of your body, you looked so pretty like this he thought.

‘Such a good girl’

Taglist: @neytirishottie

[teyums]

can i request lo’ak and reader get into a big argument that leads to them not talking for a while but lo’ak gets into an accident during battle and they work things out? im in need of some lo’ak angst 😖

a/n: i literally live for angst wc: 3,124

“Forgive me.”

pairing: lo’ak x fem! na’vi reader

contains: angst but ends with fluff, slight use of language

“Why do you have to be so reckless all the time? Your actions affect other people too, Lo’ak!”

You chased after your mate as he angrily stalked away from you and into your tent, but you were quick to enter after him before he could abandon the conversation.

“Do you ever stop and ask yourself how I feel when you do stuff like this?”

He spun around to face you, hands tossed in the air in aggravation before they went to hold his head.

“I just- God, not everything is about you, Y/n! Every time we fight about this it’s just you, you, you! Why the hell do you care so much, anyway?”

To say that the argument you and Lo’ak had wasn’t pretty would be an understatement. It was downright hideous. The both of you yelling at the other, feeling unheard no matter how much you raised your voices.

You’re frustrated beyond imaginable. It’s like nothing you say ever gets through to him, no matter what approach you take.

You’d sat down with him so many times to let him know you were always there if he wanted to talk. That it was okay to express his emotions, to uproot them and get them off his chest, instead of burying them. And of course, it didn’t work. He’d simply brushed you off, got up from his seat and told you it was no big deal. But if it was bothering him, then to you, it was a big deal.

He’d been making some pretty irresponsible decisions lately, a couple that nearly landed him in the Tsahik’s tent more times than you could count. He’d disappear into the forest, sometimes even after eclipse, without letting anyone know where he was headed.

Anytime he got into it with his father, he’d leave you pacing up and down your shared tent, worried about his safety and praying he hadn’t ran into more trouble. Sometimes you managed to stay up until he returned, and still you’d welcome him with open arms regardless of the fear he’d put you through for hours. And other times he’d be gone for so long that you would accidentally doze off and spend the night alone, just to wake the next morning to Lo’ak still unwilling to have a conversation about what was going on with him.

He was your mate, and he had the nerve to ask you why you cared about him?

The ridiculous question had temporarily addled you, and you stepped back a bit in slight shock as you shook your head at him.

“I- I care because I love you, Lo’ak. And I miss you… it feels like you aren’t even here anymore. I’m only trying to help.”

Your words faded to a murmur and your hand went to rub at your arm. Your face grew hot and you suddenly felt embarrassed, running after him like a lost puppy to tell him something he already knew. The agitated look on his face had you feeling smaller than ever; you felt like a nuisance.

He huffed out what was meant to be a laugh before responding to you, and your brows furled at his careless demeanor.

“Dealing with my dad nagging on me is enough, so maybe if you’d just get off my ass for two goddamned seconds I’d actually want to be around more.”

He didn’t mean it. You knew he didn’t mean it. Hell, he knew he didn’t mean it. It was his father who made him feel this way and he’d simply misdirected his anger at you. He regretted saying such a thing almost as soon as he realized what words his brain had decided to form. But that didn’t stop the tears from breaking through the puddle of moisture that’d already been forming in your eyes, and it sure as hell didn’t stop you from harshly tearing your bicep from his grasp when he grabbed onto it in hopes of taking back what he said.

His shoulders drooped as your cheeks quickly dampened, and he approached you with what would’ve been an apology, if the harsh shove you’d sent against his chest hadn’t caused his voice to catch in his throat.

“Fuck you, Lo’ak.”

It spat like venom from your tongue— some of the last words you’d spoken to him that day had too been ones you didn’t mean. But in the heat of your anger, all your hurt, you didn’t know what else to say.

The truth was, Lo’ak just wasn’t used to people checking up on him the way you would.

It was the same old routine. His dad would yell at him, his mom would give him a silent look of disapproval even if his dad had gone a little too far with the scolding, then he’d run off and hide out for the rest of the day to avoid any further confrontation.

They’d given up on him a long time ago. No one would ask where he went, how long he’d been gone, or even inquire if he was okay after taking such a talking to. That was, until you came along. But for years he’d worked so hard on coaching himself not to care, his tear stained face that’d gone unwiped a constant reminder that he didn’t need anyone but himself.

But you… you’re just so nurturing, so understanding. You’re always worried about him and he doesn’t know how to handle it. It’s the look in your eyes when you stroke his cheek and ask him what’s wrong, it’s like you can see right through the facade everyone else is fooled by. The mask of indifference he puts on is never enough to throw you off his trail or quell your concern.

And it’s scary honestly, how quickly you can have him facing his emotions instead of running from them. He should embrace having someone like you by his side, someone who’s willing to walk through the good and the bad right with him. But Lo’ak was never good at doing what he was supposed to do.

He’d broken through the curtained entrance to your home almost two hours after the argument, stopping dead in his tracks once his eyes had fallen to the sight of you shoving some of your belongings into a sack. The question you’d been dreading came immediately, but you insisted through a tremored voice that you thought staying with your parents for a few days would be best, to give each other space.

And all he did was nod. Because what else could he do? Take back the sentence that’d probably been ringing in your head for hours already? While he did exactly what you two had just argued over, stormed out and disappeared without any information of his whereabouts for who knows how long? You were tired of it, and he wouldn’t be surprised if you were tired of him too.

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Days went by, but to Lo’ak it felt like years without being able to do so much as hold your hand. Getting close to you proved to be impossible, and he wondered how you’d become so much better at avoiding others than he was.

He harbored way too much pride to try and ask his mother for advice, but he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t considering it with how much this was all starting to hurt. Every time your eyes would catch his from across the common grounds, his heart would swell with a gust of hope, only for it to deflate when you’d quickly tear them away, your feet always quick to start off in the opposite direction whenever he’d begin to approach you.

After that, you avoided every place you knew Lo’ak would be, and of course Kiri wouldn’t budge when he asked if she’d seen you around. He’d even gone to your parents’ hut to find you and apologize, just to not make it up the first step when your younger sister had stopped him before he could come any closer to the entrance. With an uncertain look of remorse and her hands behind her back, she insisted that she was instructed to inform him that you didn’t want to see him.

Lo’ak wanted nothing more than to hold you, to comfort you and apologize for everything he’d done and then some. But every failed attempt to reconcile further reminded him of the night you told him you wanted space, and while he tried to respect your wishes, he just couldn’t understand them.

You were usually a stickler for communication, and he wasn’t used to being avoided like this because you were always the one tracking him down. Before this happened, you constantly insisted on talking things out and you were never one to let an argument go on for more than a day, which is why he was left so confused once it reached the second day of silence.

He was too blind to realize why you’d been acting this way until Neteyam reminded him that this is exactly what he’d been doing to you— and that’s when it finally dawned on him. He hated the taste of his own medicine, because being ignored by the one you love is far more bitter than he could’ve ever imagined. The weight of his actions had finally set in, and he’d never felt more like an asshole than he did in that moment.

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Eclipse has long passed and the hut is quiet, painfully quiet. Lo’ak’s heart twinges a little everytime he turns his head to the side, bleary eyes expecting to meet your sleeping form curled up next to him, only for them to mull over the dreaded emptiness that’s occupied your side of the bed for three days now.

Each grueling hour has given him a glimpse of what you’ve been enduring for weeks and he fucking hates it.

He tosses and turns for a bit until he uncomfortably wallows in the realization that he won’t be getting any sleep tonight. The arms that should’ve been holding you close to his chest are stretched outwards, his gaze glued to the ceiling while his mind keeps him awake with endless guilt over what he’d said. How hurt you looked when he’d been dumb enough to make you feel like a burden, all because he couldn’t handle his own emotions. Maybe he’d finally pushed you far enough, far enough to give up on him like everyone else had. And the worst part is, he has no one to blame other than himself, like always.

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You were never one to hold grudges for long, this you knew. But that really became fact once you found yourself whisking through the crowd faster than you thought your feet would ever carry you. Yelling out hasty apologies and ‘excuse me’s to the air, too anxious to reach your destination to actually turn around and direct it towards those you’d bumped into.

You should’ve known something was wrong when you asked around earlier and found out the war party had yet to return; they’d stayed out almost an hour past their estimated arrival back to the village and everyone waited anxiously for an update.

You went back to your hut and tried to remain positive. You told yourself you were worrying over nothing, that everything was fine and maybe things had just taken longer than expected— mostly because you were too afraid to page Lo’ak in fear of pushing him away even more due to your supposed overbearing nature.

But when it was Kiri who’d come to fetch you with slightly widened eyes, no words were needed for you to shoot up to your feet, because her alarmed expression was enough to tell you that something had happened to him.

Everyone’s head snaps to the doorway once you break through the flaps to the infirmary, and even Neytiri stops tending to Neteyam’s wounds for a breath as she looks up at you. Your chest is heaving, your eyes frantic in their search for Lo’ak. She’s well aware of the latest predicament his stubbornness has gotten himself into with you, and it’s hard for her to fathom how her youngest son managed to mate with one of the most caring girls in the village.

“Where is he?” You’re breathless from your sprint but you hadn’t noticed, your mind is racing with a million possibilities that you’re trying to put a stop to.

Mo’at simply nods her head, willing to look past your lack of a respectful greeting for obvious reasons.

“This way, child.”

You follow closely behind her, nervously picking at the skin of your fingers as you spot numerous wounded warriors resting in cots, your heart drops as the intensity of wounds only progress as you continue walking.

Too busy ogling at the severity of injuries, you nearly come face first with Mo’at’s back when her strides suddenly halt. A sheet is pulled back to reveal your wounded mate and you gasp, a hand shooting up to cover your mouth as your eyes widen, but Mo’at is silent and only ushers you in with a hand.

You rush to Lo’ak’s side immediately and carefully kneel next to his body, eyes softening at his unconscious state. Your first instinct is to reach out and touch him, but your hand hesitates once you catch sight of his torso bandaged over, the thick gauze slightly stained with deep crimson. Your head swings up, eyes pleading to Tsahik for answers before your mouth can.

“Though my grandson is injured, he is also very lucky. A demon airship went unspotted, however the blast managed to miss him by a few feet.”

Your lips purse as you try not to imagine the scene in your mind, your gaze sweeping over his wounds one last time before it lands on his face, littered with tiny scrapes and grazes you assume are from shrapnel.

“Oh, Lo’ak…” You murmur, your touch featherlight as you gently caress his temple. You position yourself behind him and carefully slide your hands beneath his head before you lift it, allowing it to rest atop your thighs to make him as comfortable as possible.

Mo’at watches carefully. You and Lo’ak are a mated pair under Eywa, so she was immediately able to feel the dissonance that had brewed between you two the moment you stepped into the infirmary. Though she was more than pleased to see that whatever had occurred proved to be insignificant the moment you saw him.

“His body took quite the beating, so he will be asleep for a while. You are welcome to stay if you please.”

And with that she leaves the both of you alone, though she’s not sure you heard her with how focused you are on making sure the rise and fall of his chest remains steady.

You sat with Lo’ak like that for almost four hours, too restless to close your eyes for more than a few minutes in fear that you’d miss something. A slightly louder exhale through his nostrils would have your lids snapping back open and your gaze darting over his form, only for you to sigh once you’d realize he was still asleep. You’re sure it’s night now, but you haven’t gotten up to check, let alone eat because you can’t bring yourself to leave him.

When your legs finally grew numb to the point your skin felt it was being pricked with needles, you decided to place a cushion under his head instead to give your muscles a break.

And now you’re perched against the wall with your knees to your chest, your chin resting atop them and you don’t know when you dozed off or for how long, but the sound of him groaning has you alert instantly.

Your eyes shoot open and catch sight of him stirring from his sleep against the mat, every speck of drowsiness washed from your body in a split second.

“Oh my- Lo’ak!” You scramble to your hands and knees and crawl your way towards him, ignoring the scrape of wood along your skin. Your heart’s beating a mile a minute, but he finally comes to and you whisper an array of hushed thank yous to the great mother while you carefully wipe the sweat from his temple with a nearby cloth.

In a daze he tries to sit up, but winces at the movement as his injuries instantly make themselves known. He groans in pain and moves to reach for his side as his other arm struggles to prop him up, though it only exacerbates his discomfort.

“No, no,” You’re quick to press a hand to his chest, gently guiding him back down to the mat despite his reluctancy. “You must rest.”

He hastily blinks the mist from his view when he hears your voice, an incredulous look on his pain-strained face the moment his mind is clear enough to recognize your features.

“Y/n? What happened?” His voice is groggy and he’s inclined to take a look around, but his head is pounding and he can’t seem to take his eyes off you. You were last person he expected to see at his side, especially with how he’d been treating you lately.

“There was a blast, and you… You’re hurt, Lo’ak. Eywa, I was so worried, you’ve been asleep for hours.” Reaching down to grab his hand in both of yours, you bring it close to your heart and give him a saddened smile.

His brows bunch together in the middle and he’s almost certain he’s heard you incorrectly. It’s like he can’t believe you’re even touching him, with the way his eyes bounce back and forth from his hand against your chest to the sincere expression you wear.

“You- you’ve been here the whole time?” He asks.

Your head tilts in question, and it’s then made clear to him that what happened a few days ago has flung so far from your focus due to his injured state.

“Yes, of course I have… Why wouldn’t I be?” You blink.

He sighs and looks away, as if he’s contemplating whether he should even bring it up and risk upsetting you all over again. “Our argument, what I said that night I… I thought you hated me.” His voice cracks as he brings his eyes back to yours, and the tears welling in them send a splinter through your heart. “I thought you weren’t gonna come back.”

“Stop it,” You shake your head vehemently, nearly hard enough to give yourself a headache. “Please, do not say such things. I could never hate you, Lo’ak. We both said some things we didn’t mean and I-“

“No, No. Don’t do that.” He’s quick to cut you off and sits up regardless of your immediate warning against it, but he insists, so you brace a hand along his back to help him. He sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth, the effort of moving being more tasking than he expected as he cradles his side with a bandaged arm.

“Don’t do what?”

He exhales and settles with his legs crossed, looking down at your hand, more than grateful that he’s even able to hold it. He glances back up at you when he speaks, though he fails to hold contact for long. He’s too ashamed to even look at you.

“Make excuses for me. The whole thing was my fault and you know it. I’ve been treating you terribly, I made you feel like a bother when you’re exactly the opposite of that, all because I didn’t want to deal with my own shit and I’m… I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” He lets you hold his face in the palms of your hands, and somehow the act of your thumbs brushing his tears away before they can even fall completely only makes his shoulders shudder more.

Your expression is solemn as he repeatedly utters his apology. It’s not often Lo’ak cries in front of you, and you keep telling him that it’s okay but he shakes his head because he knows it’s not, he’s only lucky enough to have a mate so understanding. Because somehow, even after all he’s done you’re still so gentle with him, and he can’t believe he ever made you think he didn’t want this.

“Will you forgive me?” He asks through a stuttered inhale, glossed amber eyes peering into yours with doubt. It comes as a whisper, your response, almost immediate and he feels like he can finally breathe as an unbearable weight lifts from his shoulders.

“I already have.”

His arm snakes around your middle and he’s pulling you into his lap sideways before you can stop him.

“Lo’ak…” You refuse to put all your weight onto him, your hands just ghosting over his shoulders as you gently try to pull yourself off him.

“No, I’m fine. Stay.” His hold on you tightens to the best of his ability when you try to move, though you’re not sure you believe his claim, because he winces again once you shift your weight to sit comfortably.

“I’m going to make your injuries worse.” You sigh.

“This hurts less than not being able to hold you for four days. Trust me.” He chuckles dryly, you can tell it’s lacking in humor and you chew your lip at that.

It’s obvious he’s not going to let you up, so you relax the slightest bit in his hold and use a finger to lift his chin, so your eyes meet. “Can you promise me something?”

His response is swift, the nod of his head eager. “Anything.”

“Please, no more disappearing. I can’t stand not knowing if you’re safe or not, and I really don’t like sleeping alone.” You mumble. He gives your side a comforting squeeze, as if to say ‘i’m sorry’ again.

A brief kiss is pressed to the round of your shoulder as he looks up at you, then he responds. “I promise, baby. No more disappearing, you have my word.”

You continue.

“And when something is bothering you, we work through it, together. That means you talk about your emotions, not run away from them.” You quirk your eyebrow at him when he grumbles slightly under his breath. He glances to the side for a beat, then he nods again, and though a little more hesitant than the first, you’ll take what you can get.

“I promise.” He gives you a small smile as reassurance and leans into your touch when you go to tuck a braid behind his ear.

“Good. Now do you wanna tell me what the hell you were doing on the field instead of in the air?”

“Uh...”

[lovemyavatar]

STAR GIRL

| Lo’ak x F!Avatar!Reader |

Summary: Sully's always stick together, but is there room for one more?

Warnings: fluff, some angst and family drama

Notes: I just want to take a second to thank each and every person who has interacted with this series, it’s truly meant so much. I’ve read and re-read every comment, message, kind word. You’re all incredible and the support means the absolute world. I can’t believe this series is coming to an end already, it’s been so much fun to write. I have a little surprise at the end of this chapter that I’m super excited about and hope everyone will like! I LOVE when you guys talk to me so don’t be shy and let me know what you think! Until next time MWAH

dialogue in Italics is Na'vi translated to English

chapter eight

Chapter Nine — The End

The sun has long breached the moon, warm afternoon light blanketing Pandora by the time you approach Home tree.

Your fingers, interlocked tightly with Lo’ak’s, tremble as anxiety surges through your chest. Wide eyes dance over the huge, overreaching leaves of the place you so recently considered home, the sound of the clan’s morning activities fluttering to your ears.

“Wait!” You suddenly jerk to a halt, free hand latching onto Lo'ak's bicep.

He stops beside you, just before the tree line breaks into the wide gathering area. Your eyes round with unease, searching for comfort within his warm gaze.

A soft breath falls from his lips, chest tightening at the sight of you so on edge. A large hand cradles the side of your head gently. You instantly lean into his touch, a fraction of tension releasing.

“Hey...” He coos, guiding you forward so he can place a kiss in the center of your forehead. He leans back slowly, head dipping to catch your eyes. “Nothing, and no one, will take you from me. Okay?”

You’re nervous, no, terrified to face his parents. You haven’t spoken a word to them, haven’t seen so much as a glimpse of them in nearly a week. Not since Jake so harshly yelled at you, so cruelly accused you of being a traitor.

Lo’ak‘a gaze remains steady on yours, unwavering in his love for you. He's completely serious, if any of his family members argue against your union, he has some choice words ready. Now that you're his for life, he won't let anyone disrespect you, no matter who they are.

“Okay.” You agree lowly, sending him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

He nods reassuringly, fingers tightening around yours as he guides you forward, back toward the place where you’ll build your new home together. He barely makes it a step before a tall figure approaches, walking briskly through the brush.

In his haste, Neteyam nearly rams right into you. He’s the perfect picture of a poised leader on a mission, brow furrowed, shoulders square, bow slung tightly across his chest. He rears back in alarm, narrowly missing the two of you.

“Eywa!” He curses under his breath, eyes widening a fraction as he takes in the scene before him.

His spine straightens, tail flicking to attention at his back. His eyes narrow, trailing over the two of you scrutinizingly. At first, he’s surprised that you’re standing before him at all. After that day in the forest, when he stumbled upon you and your Ikran, he fully expected to never see you again.

But now, here you are. With his brother, the day after he disappeared without warning. The pieces start falling into place, Neteyam’s thoughts racing as he dissects in the sight of the two of you together. Together walking from the woods, with your hands clasped and—oh, shit.

“Baby bro, you didn’t.” There’s a rough warning beneath his words, head tilting to the side almost pleadingly.

Lo’ak forces down a hoarse swallow, lifting his chin in defiance. His hold on you is firm, bordering on painful as he meets Neteyam’s glare with one of his own. Daring him to challenge the union. The older Sully groans, eyes falling closed as he pinches the bridge of his nose in irritation.

“I shouldn’t be surprised.” He sighs heavily, molten eyes shifting to you.

You’re tempted to curl inward, to crumble beneath his judgmental gaze, but you remain strong. You have no regrets about mating with Lo’ak. You’ve chosen him as your partner for the rest of your life, and nothing anyone says or does can change that now.

With a dismissive shake of his head, Neteyam turns to go back the way he came, seemingly abandoning whatever he was about to do.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Lo’ak steps forward, arm outstretched and ready to stop him from getting to their parents before he can.

“As far from here as possible.” He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even spare a retreating glance before disappearing through thick foliage.

Your brows furrow worriedly, sharp teeth catching your lower lip as anxiety quickly mounts. Lo’ak groans quietly beside you, irritated that your first greeting wasn’t a pleasant one. Before you can dwell on it, he’s pulling you behind him, over the last remaining barrier between you and your future home.

The second your foot touches warm soil, a loud, ear-piercing scream echoes through the base of Home Tree. It makes your shoulders hunch, muscles pulled taunt in alarm. Your eyes widen, as do most of the clan's as they whip around to see what the fuss is about.

A moment later, you crumble to the ground under the weight of a tiny body colliding with yours. Your hand is ripped from Lo'ak, who bursts into a fit of laughter beside you. Your arms instantly curl around Tuk’s middle, turning carefully to ensure you'll take the brunt of the fall.

“You left me!” Her face is scrunched into a deep scowl, nose wrinkled, small lips pulled into a frown.

She pouts down at you from her new position, perched on your stomach. You can't help but smile, heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. Despite the clear anger pointed your way, nothing but joy floods your system at having her close again. You didn’t want to dwell on it while convincing yourself you’d never see this place again, but you missed her like crazy.

Slowly, you sit up, pulling her into a tight embrace in the process. She tucks into you without hesitation, face smooshing against your chest. Her little arms wrap around your waist, returning the hug with her full strength.

“I’m sorry, Tuk.” You murmur soothingly, head falling to rest on top of hers.

A huge, boyish grin splits Lo'ak's face, arms crossing as he watches the scene unfold. Warmth blooms in his chest at the sight of the bond you share with his baby sister. He knew she missed you, couldn't escape the constant questions about where you'd gone and when you'd be back every moment you were away.

“You skxawng (idiot)!” A new voice interrupts, your head instantly tilting up in recognition.

Despite the insult, a soft smile pulls at Kiri's lips as she approaches casually. You match her expression, moisture prickling at the corners of your eyes. You're quick to blink away the tears, a surge of embarrassment bringing color to your cheeks.

You didn't expect to feel this swarm of emotions, didn't anticipate being overwhelmed by the sight of your two closest friends welcoming you home with open arms. Kiri leans down, offering a helping hand. Your fingers slide into hers easily, gratitude brightening your expression as she pulls you up from the ground.

Tuk bounces to her feet beside you, hopping up and down excitedly. A giggle bubbles in your chest, tension gradually releasing the longer you're in the presence of her playful spirit.

A sudden, quiet gasp has your attention snapping back to Kiri. Her fingers twitch against yours, grip tightening to an almost painful degree. Her eyes pop wide, flicking between you and her brother.

“Did you...?” She pulls you in by the firm hold on your arm, words a breathless whisper into your ear as you stumble against her chest.

The color of your cheeks deepens, heat blanketing your neck and chest. Of course, she’d sense it, long before you could even formulate a plan to tell her. All you can do is nod, stomach flipping with unease. Your heart soars at the way her mouth pulls into a slow grin, relief flooding you when she doesn’t appear upset.

“Tuk, Y/N is our sister now.” She peers down at her with a hint of pride, the youngest Sully’s eyes popping wide in shock at the declaration.

Warmth swells in your chest, heart fluttering between your ribs. The whisper of belonging tickles your insides, weakens your knees. Threatens to bring you back to the ground with wave after wave of intense emotion.

“Is it true? Is it true?” She jumps up and down, beaming at you with such adoration, it makes tears spring to your eyes all over again.

The huge grin on your face must be confirmation enough because she lets out another scream, the excited wail echoing through Home Tree. You’re quick to shush her, gaze hastily scanning the area. You force down a thick swallow at the sea of concerned eyes that are already trained on your little group.

A low rumble has begun within the clan as they notice your presence. Many have paused their duties, instead openly staring as you’re greeted by the Olo’eyktan’s children. The weight of their judgement, the mounting questions you know you’ll soon be forced to answer, settles onto your shoulders.

The tightness around your spine returns in full force, muscles already aching from being pulled so taunt.

“Girls.” At the sound of a familiar rough voice, your smile falters.

Kiri’s hand drops yours, instead tucking against her chest as she folds into herself protectively. You realize she’s bracing for impact, steeling herself from the predictable wrath of her father before it arrives.

“Go back to your chores.” Jake’s expression is all hard lines, brow furrowed, lips pursed, eyes narrowed as they seem to dissect each one of you in the little circle.

“But dad! Y/N is—” Tuk begins excitedly, still beaming despite the obvious shift in everyone else’s demeanor.

“Now.” He barks, using a tone usually reserved only for his sons.

Lo’ak shifts at your back, long fingers curling around your bicep. You send him a questioning glance over your shoulder, but he only shakes his head before gently pulling you against him. You don’t fight the motion, instead relying on his stability as you lean into his chest. One of his arms slides along your stomach, holding you against him firmly.

Tuk deflates, not used to receiving such harsh orders from her father. Her shoulders slump, tiny lips pursing in irritation. Kiri is quick to wrap an arm around her, murmuring softly as she all but drags her away. Her eyes round as they slide toward you one last time, silently wishing you good luck.

Your heart rate instantly skyrockets at the impatient click of Jake's tongue. Hesitantly, your gaze meets his, stomach churning with unease. A long breath falls from his pursed lips, hard eyes sweeping down your form quickly.

“Believe it or not, I'm happy to see you in one piece, kid.” His voice is deep, rough despite the kind words. It's clear that something dark is brewing just beneath the surface as his attention snaps over your shoulder, tone sharpening. “Is what your brother says true?”

He chooses to speak in English, hoping to maintain a semblance of privacy for this conversation. The clan has no shame in the way they watch their leader with curious eyes, slowly forming a large circle around the three of you.

Fucking Neteyam, Lo'ak hisses internally, stiffening against you. He pulls you in closer, narrowed gaze shifting over the crowd, ready to piece at the slightest movement toward you.

“We are mated before Eywa.” His chin lifts confidently, words strong as they leave his lips with conviction.

Quiet sounds of shock roll through the clan, hushed murmurs making your ears flatten against your head. Jake lets out a short hiss of displeasure, expression tightening before it’s replaced with the usual hardened mask of dismissiveness. He looks away briefly, as if assessing the audience that continues to surround you.

“Listen close, son.” He leans toward you both, voice dropping to a tense whisper, pointing a finger right in Lo'ak's face. “I get it. I really do. Back in the day I would’ve done anything to be with your mom. But there are rules.”

Your breath hitches, ice cold dread seeping into your bones at the insinuation. There's no way he would...would he? You silently pray he’ll show you mercy, or at least try to understand where you’re coming from. You’d never forgive yourself if mating with you was the downfall of Lo’ak’s relationships with his family. His clan.

His fingers twitch against your stomach, pressing you further into his warmth. A low growl rumbles through his chest, vibrating the overworked muscles of your back. Your eyes pop wide at the threatening display he’s just showed his own father.

“I don't care. I love her, dad. I would do it again.” Your ears twitch at his affirmation, cheeks warming. You sink impossibly closer to him, needing the reassurance of his skin on yours in as many places as possible.

Jake suddenly stands to his full height, hands landing on his hips, an exasperated look crossing his face. His jaw clenches as he fights the urge to lay into Lo'ak for his blatant disrespect. The entire clan has now gathered in the area, and though he's disciplined his son many times in front of them, he doesn't want to cause a scene right now.

“Alright, let’s go, you two.” Long fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, another heavy sigh of disappointment leaving his lips. He turns in the direction of the Sully family tent, glare piercing straight through Lo'ak's questioning gaze. “I’m not facing your mother alone.”

With that, he stalks forward, expecting you to follow. You glance at Lo'ak nervously, the cord of panic squeezing your heart cinching tighter by the second. His lips quirk into the ghost of a smile, though the gesture doesn't reach his eyes.

He plants a quick kiss along your temple before shifting to your side. The arm that's been protectively wrapped around your waist doesn't waver as he guides you forward, following his father's lead. Your eyes cautiously trail over the dense sea of eyes as they part for you, before falling to the dirt, finding the scrutiny too much to bare.

Within a few short steps, the woven flap of their shared home slams shut behind you. A tremor wracks your body at the sight of Neytiri, hunched over a pile of fruit in the corner. Her rhythmic chopping halts instantly at the sudden presence in her home. She looks up, eyes widening when they land on Lo'ak.

She's on her feet in an instant, crossing the tent before anyone can even think about speaking.

“Oh, my youngest son.” She coos, relieved to see him whole and uninjured. He’d run off without so much as a goodbye, and she’d been worried sick, even ordering Neteyam only minutes ago to look for him.

Her expression drops, hardens when her eyes scan his form, catching on the way you're so tightly wrapped up against him.

“What is this?” The question is full of accusation, her gaze sharpening into the ferocious glare you've been dreading all day.

All you can do is watch as realization dawns. As she takes in the intimacy between you and her son, the way he holds you so protectively, like only a mate would do. She sees so much of Jake in her youngest boy, recognizes the defiant square of his shoulders all too well.

A soft gasp lodges in her throat, a shaky hand covering her mouth as she rears back as if she's been struck. Her eyes widen, utter horror darkening the usual bright glowing yellow. They jump between all three of you, as if unsure who to blame for this.

“Lo'ak, do not tell me...”

“It is done.” He instantly defends, voice even though his jaw is already clenching in preparation for the fallout.

Neytiri hisses aggressively, taking a few steps to the side, then back the way she came, pacing in front of you. Her tail flicks upward, standing at attention against her spine. She looks every bit the fearsome hunter she is, steely glare piercing straight to your core as she zeroes in on you.

“You have brought shame to this family!” She spits, looking at you like you've just committed the most egregious sin. Like her family is falling apart, and you're the cause.

“Don’t act like you didn’t do the same thing with dad.” Lo'ak growls, pulling you tighter against his side, the harsh tone of his accusation earning another hiss from his mother.

“Hey! Watch your mouth, boy.” Jake takes a step forward, narrowed eyes catching his son's pointedly. He stands at the ready only inches away, prepared to step in if things escalate.

“I did not mate with your father until he became one of The People! You will throw away your future for this—for her?” Despite the reservations she still harbors, she can't bring herself to call you a vrrtep (demon) any longer.

She recognizes everything you've done for the clan. For her family. You've brought Kiri out of her shell, given Tuk some direction, calmed Lo’ak’s rebellious spirit. Mo'at never stops singing your praises, even going so far as to suggest that Eywa would bless a union with Neteyam—had you not been so smitten with his brother—due to your skill within the Tsahik tent.

But you are still other. No matter how much she has secretly grown to tolerate you, she would never choose such a match for the son of Toruk Makto. Every union their children commit to holds weight, impacts the perception of the entire family. They must be strong to protect the clan, to be effective leaders.

“Okay, you know what? I'm just going to say it.” You release a tense breath, jerking free of Lo’ak’s tight hold as anger licks up your spine.

There's only so much you can take, so much judgement, so many harsh words before you have to stand up for yourself. For your relationship with Lo'ak. The thinly veiled restraint you've been desperately holding onto lays at your feet in tattered shreds as you take a step forward, ignoring the quiet plea from behind to calm down.

“Your mate used to the human! Used to be an Avatar!” A finger points harshly in Jake's direction, though your molten stare remains locked on Neytiri. “I have learned your ways, just like he did! I claimed an Ikran, just like he did! I have as much right to be one of The People as he did!”

Neytiri stills before you, fists clenched tightly at her sides, lethal glare blazing a hole straight through your tough exterior. Truthfully, you're terrified, trembling where you stand, heart clattering between your ribs harshly.

“You do not speak of Ma Jake!” She hisses, chin dropping menacingly, tail flicking back and forth harshly.

“I have been nothing but kind to you, and you have refused to even try to see me.” You're a bit breathless, surprised yourself at the way you've just spoken to her.

You never wanted it to be like this, never imagined this kind of tension could exist simply because of who you are. Who you love.

“I cannot see what does not exist.” She grunts, hard eyes slicing to Lo'ak, still wound tightly behind you. “All you do is take.”

“It won't be me that takes your son away, Neytiri, but your own prejudice.” A humorless laugh falls from your chest before you can stop it, stomach flipping with anger and frustration.

At the snap of your harsh words, the dam breaks, an animalistic snarl cutting the thick silence before Neytiri pounces. She lunges for you, hands raised to strike, face tight with rage. You rear back instinctively, but it's useless as Jake and Lo'ak rush to step between you.

“That's enough!” Jake roars, one hand wrapping around his mate's shoulders while the other locks around her waist, hauling her against his front.

She growls and fights against his firm hold for only a moment before allowing him to drag her away. Meanwhile, Lo'ak covers your body with his, crouching as he hisses at his mother dangerously. It feels foreign, wrong, the action shattering a fraction of his heart.

Under normal circumstances, he would never dream of disrespecting her in such a way. But now, he has no choice, he would die before allowing anyone to lay a hand on you in his presence. Even his own family.

When his parents are safely on the other side of the tent, he turns to you, both hands cradling your face tenderly.

“Tam, Tam (there, there), baby, mawey (calm).” He murmurs, lips caressing the skin of your forehead before he tucks you into his side.

Every one of your muscles is tense, trembling with pent up emotion. Your chest heaves against his, ragged breaths attempting to soothe your racing heart. Your arms wrap around his waist, looking for stability as you try calming raging emotions.

It's given you a tiny sense of release, having finally defended yourself the way you've been aching to since the moment you arrived in Home Tree. But still, it hasn't made anything better, hasn't relieved even a touch of the hostility that's palpable within the small space.

Lo'ak turns to face his parents, brow pinched in anger. He doesn't want to choose between you and his family, but he will without hesitation. He openly glares at Jake and Neytiri, something he'd never dare before this moment. Before everything crumbled right in front of him.

“Muntxa (mate),” He coos the term of endearment pointedly, sending a clear message as one of his hands trails soothingly down your spine. “Why don't you tell them what you told me?”

Your face jerks toward his as you lean back, creating a few inches of space that allow you to gaze up at him in question.

“I don't think now is a good time, Lo’ak.” Your words drip with uncertainty, completely lost as to why he would bring this up now.

“Tell us what?” Jake is already on high alert, spine straightening as his hold on Neytiri loosens a fraction. She's calmed in his arms, resigning herself to glaring at you from across the room.

A rough sigh leaves your lips, anxiety rearing its ugly head once again. You planned on delivering this news gently, over dinner or maybe even a warm fire. Definitely not like this, when emotions are already so high. Truthfully, you wanted to have this conversation privately, first sharing the information between you and Jake alone.

Lo’ak nods encouragingly, hoping you’ll follow his direction. He wants to show his parents that you’re on their side, that you’re fully committed to the clan. He knows this will help, and even if it’s not the best time, you don’t have much of that left anyway.

With another deep breath, your shoulders square, muscles tight in preparation to drop the bombshell.

“Two days ago, when I was at the lab, we received a correspondence. From an incoming ship.” Your voice is quiet, even as you brace yourself for the worst.

Jake drops his hold on Neytiri instantly, stalking forward a few steps in shock before reining in his rising emotions. No, no, it can't be, the words echo through his mind like a prayer. With two simple sentences, his worst fear has just come true.

“What are you saying?” He rasps, fists already clenched as every one of his muscles coils painfully tight.

“It was a hostile branch of the RDA. They were sending out feelers, trying to see if any humans survived the last two decades.” Your chin dips, apprehension clouding your mind at the look of pure horror on Jake's face. Your voice drops to a low whisper as you deliver the final piece of information you have. “They're supposed to land in five days.”

“No, no.” He's the one pacing now, eyes wide as they flick wildly around the tent, looking for something solid. He turns on you, a sudden gleam of accusation beneath his glare. “If that were true, Norm would've reached out.”

“He did.” Your brow pinches with confusion as you watch the always poised leader practically have a panic attack right in front of you.

He stops suddenly, recalling with agitation that he hadn't checked the tech tent within the last day. He'd been distracted, looking for Lo'ak.

“Fuck.” He rasps, turning on his heel to flee the tent in a few quick strides.

Just like that, the conversation is over, the issue of your union with Lo’ak seeming so petty now.

Silence blankets the room, palpable tension the only thing remaining in Jake’s absence. Your eyes sweep toward Neytiri cautiously, but she merely hisses before stalking through the door after him.

You’re left standing there, stomach turning with unease. Though Lo’ak instantly pulls you into him, wrapping you in the warm strength of his embrace, it does little to fill the gaping hole in your chest.

Because, after all this time, you’re no closer to belonging than when you first arrived.

A frustrated huff leaves your pursed lips, brows pinched in concentration as you try—and fail—to focus on the task at hand.

Your fingertips are raw, skin battered by constant wear. The last several days have been a flurry of preparation. You've done little else but sit, hunched over well-used tools as you sharpen spears and arrowheads.

With one final swipe of stone against wood, you lift the jagged weapon up close for inspection. It's not great, but it will do. You toss it to the side, ignoring the sharp clatter as it tumbles onto the pile of finished products.

Your head lifts for a brief moment before grabbing the next log, eyes scanning the open area of Home Tree. A tiny breath of relief falls from your lips when they land on Lo'ak, dutifully helping Jake fit the newest group of warriors with their own woven chest pieces to mark their rising rank within the clan.

You haven't seen much of him since the fight in his family's tent. You've chosen to remain in your hammock at night. Traditionally, mates sleep together in the family home until they are ready to build a tent of their own, but there's no way you could subject yourself—or the rest of the Sully's, frankly—to that level of awkward.

He visits you at night, showering you with kisses to make up for lost time, even falling asleep in the cramped space with you once after a particularly grueling day. Things are changing fast, and the Recombinant's, as you've learned they're called, haven't even arrived yet.

It's scary, not knowing what to expect. Not knowing how you fit into all of this, despite the effort you’ve put into finding your place.

Your ears twitch at the sound of soft footsteps approaching. Your spine straightens, relief flooding you at the welcome distraction. You’re expecting Kiri, or even Tuk, but quickly deflate at the sight of Neytiri. Instantly, your eyes fall to your lap, hands busying themselves with another log before she sits down beside you.

You're tucked away in a corner, near the tree line, enjoying some much needed quiet as you work. It's just been so hectic, the constant bustling around Home Tree grating on your already fried nerves. So, when Jake asked for your help with this, you immediately found the most secluded spot that left Lo’ak within your line of sight.

You desperately try ignoring the way Neytiri's eyes bore into the side of your head, urging you to look at her.

“It is time.” Her voice is surprisingly soft as her eyes dance along your features, lips pressed into a firm line.

You can’t help but glance up at her in question, the cryptic phrasing making your heart leap with anxiety.

Unbeknownst to you, or anyone else, she has been watching you. She would never admit it, but your words from that day have stuck with her. They've nestled into the back of her mind, prodding each time her gaze finds you, rushing around her home to help in any way you can.

She has seen you prepare salves and balms with her mother and daughter, skillfully mixing ingredients almost as fluently as they do. It hit her, that day, how hard you must've worked all those weeks after Mo'at took you under her wing.

She's watched with careful eyes as you tend to the children, calming and entertaining not only Tuk, but now her friends by the raging fire each night. The other women have noticed, too, gazing upon you with soft smiles, and a hint of adoration.

Most importantly, she has seen how Jake guides you under his diligent instruction, looking after you as if you are one of his own. She sees the parallels between you, can understand why he's defended you all this time. Your dedication to the clan is clear, so obvious in fact that she's kicking herself, wondering how it took so long to realize.

“I will only say this one time, so listen close. I am sorry.” She knows she's been too harsh, too rigid. Eywa, even her youngest has been more welcoming.

She doesn't regret the protective instinct that drove her judgement, she would do anything to keep her children out of harms way. But at this point, she does recognize that maybe, just maybe, she let the fact that you're different cloud her mind, prevent her from seeing you as she should've a long time ago.

Your eyes pop wide in surprise, breath catching at the words you never imagined hearing from her.

“I can’t promise to always make the right decisions, but I will try.” The admission is gentle as she peers at you with rounded eyes, nothing but warmth shining within the bright yellow. “I know how Lo’ak feels, it is how I felt about Ma Jake. Though I wish you would have waited to mate, I should not expect anything else from my son.”

You're stunned, completely frozen as your brain slowly processes the words you've been dying to hear for weeks.

“I know I have not been fair to you, but for as long as you treat my son well, I will be happy to call you my daughter.” One of her hands rests gently on your shoulder, a tiny smile pulling at her lips.

A ragged breath leaves your quivering lungs, vision blurring. Your heart soars, chest caving with a quiet cry as tears slip freely down your cheeks. Finally, the last piece of the puzzle has clicked into the place. The last thing you needed to feel whole, to fully step into your new life—whether you would admit it or not—is her acceptance. And now you have it.

Your hand moves to cover hers, a wobbly smile the only response you can muster. For the first time in your twenty years here on the moon, you feel seen. Truly and fully seen by everyone that matters.

Now that you have her blessing, the only thing left to do is become one of The People in the eyes of the Great Mother, before the entire clan.

Excitement coils in your stomach, eyes glittering at the prospect of completing your own ceremony. Of emerging from this turbulent time better off, closer to the most authentic version of yourself.

There’s no doubt in your mind as Neytiri eagerly jumps into action beside you, helping to finish the last of the spears before eclipse blankets Home Tree in darkness, that you’re exactly where you were always meant to be.

That you’re exactly who you were always meant to be.

Coming soon…

Neteyam x F!Avatar!Reader Series

You’ve been recruited by the Omatikaya clan. Finally given an excuse to use your Avatar for more than field tests and experiments. With the threat of war looming overhead, tensions mount, but it’s not the approaching hostile forces that keep you on high alert. A certain Olo’eyktan’s oldest son has been ordered to train you, so that you might be of assistance in the coming battle.

He’s determined to keep you at arms length. Distraction has never fit into his painstakingly structured life, and he surely has no time to entertain it now. Despite his best efforts, his restraint is tested beyond previously known limits. No matter how infuriating every interaction seems to be, he can't escape the fact that he's never been met with something quite as tempting as you.

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[atokirina-writings]

Hi love

So I had this idea in my head, but it’s a quiet, more sensitive reader who be friends Lo’ak and come to defense and tells jake that all he want is to make his dad proud and be seen 🥺.

Thanks 💜

Best Friends. Lo’ak x reader

Lo’ak x gn!reader, Neytiri/Jake x reader (featured), Reader is Omaticaya, Comfort, Fluff, A little angst I guess, A lil hinted romance at the end!

Synopsis: Reader sticks up for Lo’ak from his dad’s scolding. (Takes place during the events of atwow)

Tysm for this request I loved writing it instead of studying for my exams :) Pls send me anymore ideas you may have!

You and lo’ak were two peas in pod. Since you can remember Lo’ak has been your best friend. You were like two halves of one whole. Lo’ak was the loud, extroverted, and sociable side. You were the quiet, calm, and introverted side. On the surface it would seem weird for the two of you to be friends since you seem to be nothing alike. Behind the surface, you two understand each other like no one else can. Lo’ak gets to see the extroverted and outgoing side of you that comes out when the two of you are together. Lo’ak always comes to you with his problems, you help him through them and vise versa.

Today you were watching the war party attack the sky people from above, simply observing. You notice another one of the sky peoples gun ships coming around the corner and call it to the people bellow. When you look around you, you notice Lo’ak and Neteyam are gone “Oh no.” Looking around frantically trying to spot them on the ground you finally lock your eyes on Lo’ak. He’s running away from a missile, then boom. You watch as Lo’ak and Neteyam are flung from the ground beneath their feat landing on the ruble.

“You’re supposed to be spotters! You spot bogies and you call em in, from a distance!” Jake yells at Neteyam and Lo’ak disciplining them for their disobedience. You’re watching from a distance unseating your ikran but listening intently. Jake dismisses Neteyam, going off with his mom to get patched up. Lo’ak stays behind while Jake continues to scold your best friend. He looks at your from the side of his eyes feeling highly embarrassed that you have to listen to him get in trouble.

Lo’ak always comes to you after getting yelled at by his father but this is your first time hearing it for yourself. “Go on and get that crap of your face.” Jake tells Lo’ak dismissing him. Something in you snaps as you can’t stand to hear your friend be humiliated by his own father. Stepping between the two of them you look Jake dead in his eyes “Do not speak to him that way.” You take a second to think about how you’re speaking to the Olo'eyktan, your leader, you should never be speaking this way to him. Knowing that what you’re doing is for your friend you brush it off. “Lo’ak tries to live up to you ya know? He tries very hard to get your approval and you do nothing but criticize him. He is trying to live up to you every day, he may not always execute it well but he tries. He tries and you do not see that. You do not see him.” You finish with an abrasive tone. Turing to Lo’ak as he grabs your arm and speaks under his breath from embarrassment “Stop it is fine y/n.” “No! No it is not! I see this hurts y-” Jake interjects cutting you off before you can finish “I am his father, I know what is best for my son” You open your mouth to counter his argument but Lo’ak drags you away before you can speak, apologizing to his father in the process.

Letting go of your arm when you get to your families tent, luckily no one is home at the moment. “Why would you do that? That was not like you.” Looking down you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you for what you just did. “I- I had to stick up for you, you are my best friend and I know how much his criticism bothers you. I overstepped, I am sorry Lo’ak.” Finishing your words you look up to see his eyes glossy with tears that threaten to spill. “Lo’ak whats-” Stopping you from finishing your sentence, wrapping his arms under yours to embrace you with his face in your neck, he speaks. “Thank you, you don’t know how much I needed that.” He chokes out as you rub circles into his back as he let’s all of his frustrations out. You would do anything for him, your best friend.

Bonus!

Jake is telling Neytiri about what he has just experienced untill the two of them notice Lo’ak crying in your arms. Neytiri begins to make her way to you but Jake stops her. “She is his best friend, let him be.” Neytiri’s motherly instincts fight her as she doesn’t want to see her son hurt but tells herself to let you comfort him. Jake and Neytiri observe the two of you in silence as you calm him down with such ease. Nudging His mates arm he arm gives her a knowing smirk nodding this head to your direction as two are enveloped in one another. Softly laughing she rests her hear on his shoulder as they intertwine fingers, reminiscing on simpler times.

[loveforneteyam]

masterlist

NETEYAM SULLY

flinch: even in the heat of an argument, neteyam wouldn't dare to hurt you, so it breaks his heart when you think otherwise.

headcanon; angst, fluff

a warrior's duty: jake sully knows that the only thing more important to his son than a leader's duties is you.

one-shot; fluff

love through anything: neteyam loves you through your greatest insecurities.

one-shot; angst, fluff

your mighty warrior: in the navi culture, those who lay with eywa stay with her and do not return to the living. therefore, you were incredibly thankful when the great mother returned your mate to you as if he had never been harmed. but what are you to do when your mighty warrior does not even recognize your eyes anymore?

series; angst, atwow spoilers, bittersweet

JAKE SULLY

i heart you: jake suli brought many traditions from earth, including one he calls "valentine's day".

one-shot; fluff

LO'AK SULLY

oeyä txe'lan: lo'ak's words of love to you.

drabble; fluff

[normspellsman]

I Believe You

pairing: lo’ak x older sister!reader

genre: angstish, fluff, & comfort (from reader to lo’ak)

word count: 1.7k+

warning(s): sad!lo’ak, mentions of jake scolding + punishing lo’ak, lo’ak crying, reader being the best big sis fr, lo’ak is a total big sister boy, cursing, & sibling bonding

request details: here!

taglist: @aonungsmate @dearstell @goodiesinthecloset21 @optimisticblazetrash @thatonegirlwiththebeanie367 @minkyungseokie @liyahsocorro @universal-s1ut @amortencjja @arminsgfloll @blushhpeachh @sweetirilly @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @bambisposts-blogs (requested the plot! <3)

word bank: toruk makto — rider of last shadow, tawtute — human; sky person, & tulkun — whale like creature residing in awa’atlu

note: was originally titled “my baby bro” but then i came up with this plot & trashed my original idea bc i felt like i could write this better & actually have motivation to write this :).

Lo’ak is known for getting in trouble. Either his loud mouth or actions, mostly both, got him into scuffles with his parents. This time was no different.

He had bonded with Payakan, a tulkun who was outcasted for something that any other being would do when forced to see their Mother be killed in front of them. In Lo’ak’s eyes, Payakan’s actions were driven by his sadness and were justifiable to a point. He knew how much the creature regretted the lives lost that day. If the same thing were to happen to him, Lo’ak would react the same way.

He felt understood by Payakan. They both had a significant physical difference from the rest of their species, making them feel isolated and alone in the large planet of Pandora. Made them feel judged and ridiculed for being different from the rest.

Not even thirty minutes prior, Lo’ak got chewed out by his Father, scolding him for talking back to the Olo’eyktan and doing something he, yet again, shouldn’t be doing. His Father never failed to make him feel like the black sheep of the family even though they are more alike than he’d hoped. It sucked. It really did. He just wanted people to see him. See all of him, even the messed up and alien parts of him.

One person only came to mind when he thought about people seeing and accepting him for who he is. You.

You were the eldest daughter of the Sully family. The token child. The perfect image of what a Na’vi should look like. The one that carried the burden of being Tsahìk or Olo’eykte one day. The one who, despite all the push back, saw Lo’ak for who he is.

You absolutely adored Lo’ak when you were younger, only being around the age of four when he was born. You refused to let your parents pry him away from your tiny arms when you held him way longer than you should’ve. You loved holding him and talking to him in the baby voice your Father always did to you and your other siblings, gently running a small finger down the flat bridge of his nose. You loved singing him to sleep or rocking him whenever he began to fuss, dropping everything to come and comfort your baby brother. And even though he is all grown up and is ‘too cool’ for your affections, you still give it to him anyway.

Not like the teen boy would ever admit it, but he loves whenever you’d rub his back when he didn’t feel good, rebraid his hair when it outgrew the current braids, hug him a little too long after a scouting mission, and especially when you’d pat the empty side of your mat for him to lay down on, comforting him with your warm embrace as he dozed off into a peaceful slumber. When he was younger, he was much more greedy with your attention and affections, pouting to you whenever you gave Neteyam or Kiri an extra kiss goodnight or fussing when you didn’t say your usual goodbye before heading off to train for the day. Lo’ak was practically attached to your hip throughout his adolescence years, clinging to your leg wherever you went. There was always a different connection you and Lo’ak had compared to your other siblings. It was something special and was hard to explain. You just understood one another, no matter how either of you looked or what you went through.

“What’s wrong, baby bro?” Your voice asked, concern laced in your voice.

Of course you knew what was wrong. You practically heard the whole thing from the other side of the island. It didn’t take long for Tuk to inform you of what happened when you arrived home either, sadness written on her face as she told you the story and how they haven’t seen Lo’ak since then.

You found him minutes after your interaction with Tuktirey. He was sitting on the beach, staring off into the horizon as the waves lazily lapped at his feet, legs brought up to his chest as his chin rested on his scarred knees.

“Nothing,” Lo’ak mumbled, eyes stuck on the eclipsing sun. He refused to look weak in front of others, not wanting to ruin his image as Toruk Makto’s second son, especially if it was someone he looked up to.

You hummed in response, not believing his statement. Lo’ak was unbelievably stubborn, something he got from your Mother. It was a good trait to have at times, but it made it harder to break down the boys walls when they needed breaking. Too stubborn for his own good, you thought, settling yourself next to your brother.

“Sure, and the sky is green,” you replied, smirking at your stupid joke. But Lo’ak only rolled his eyes and huffed your way, bringing his knees closer to his chest.

You always tried to crack a joke or two to make him feel better. It worked at times, usually when he was younger. You hadn’t tried this method in a while, too caught up with running away from your home clan and trying to fit into the Metkayina’s way of life. You hadn’t been able to comfort Lo’ak the past times he got scolded by your Father. Something that you felt sorry for and regretted. You were the eldest Sully child. You felt the need to comfort all of your siblings whenever they needed it. You felt awful for not being there for your youngest brother when he desperately needed it.

“I think what you did back there was stupid,” you started, your words causing Lo’ak’s ears to pin themselves to the sides of his head, “Talking back to the Olo’eyktan was really stupid. Especially in front of the Tsahìk. I mean, she scares the absolute shit out of me.”.

Your words seemed to have an effect on Lo’ak as you heard a small sniffle come from him, signaling that he was going to cry or already was. Your heart dropped at that fact, urging yourself to finish your thoughts.

“But, I think it was also brave,” you add on, turning your head to face Lo’ak, watching his reactions, “I don’t think I could ever do what you did. I’d probably shit my pants before speaking to Tonowari like that. You truly have bigger balls than me, little brother. I also think that it was sick that you bonded with a tulkun. I mean, that’s gotta be like, a record or something! First Omatikaya to ever bond with a tulkun.”.

And before Lo’ak could even utter a word, you wrapped up your thoughts with a final, “Has a nice ring to it: Lo’ak, the Tulkun Rider.”.

Fat tears run down the expanse of Lo’ak’s cheeks, rolling down the skin and onto his neck and chest. He felt so frustrated with his parents and how no one was listening to him about Payakan. How no one cared about what he saw or what he felt when he bonded with the creature. He saw what he saw and felt what he felt. He knew out of any of them the truth about what happened and how much regret Payakan carried around. It wasn’t fair. None of it was.

You gently placed a hand onto your brothers shaking shoulder, bringing him in closer towards your body so he could lean into you. Your four-fingered hand came to grasp his five-fingered hand, thumb rubbing the back of his hand in comfort.

“I’m really sorry that I wasn’t there for you before to comfort you. I should’ve been there for you when you needed me,” you whisper, the hand on his shoulder moving to his head to play with his grown out braids. I’ll have to convince him to let me rebraid them, you thought to yourself, knowing that it won’t take much for him to agree to your request.

“I’m sorry that Dad yelled at you and made you feel the way that you feel. He’s always so harsh on you. It’s not fair,” you added, soothing down his hair as his cries quieted down and softened. “He treats us like soldiers instead of children. He seems to be stuck in his tawtute ways recently,” you continued, shaking your head at the realization.

“For what it’s worth, Lo’ak. I believe you,” you said, causing him to pull away from your figure and to stare up at you in shock.

“You do?” He asked, ears perking back up in interest.

You merely nod, smiling down at your brother, “You’ll have to take me to meet Payakan one day, baby bro.”.

Lo’ak brightly grinned at your words, jumping up to hug you. “You’ll love him, sis! I’ve already told him all about you,” he commented, excitement evident in his voice.

“All good things I hope,” you laugh out, embracing Lo’ak.

Lo’ak only hummed and nodded in response, suddenly tired from all of the crying he did. He reached up a fist to rub his eye, ears flickering back as he did so. You knew he was tired. You could see it all over his face.

“Turn around,” you whispered, gesturing for your brother to turn his body around so his back would be facing you. He obeyed your order, sitting crossed legged as his tail wrapped around his waist and slightly curled at the end, anticipating your next move.

Once you put your fingers in his hair and began to slowly unbraid each braid one by one, a smile creeped onto Lo’ak’s face as he relaxed against your swift and gentle fingers. He missed the times where you would willingly rebraid his hair for him and put beads in his hair that matched the ones in yours. It was nice to have you do something that comforted him when he was child again. It was nice to have you comfort him. It was nice to have you as an older sister.

As time passed and the sky got darker, Neytiri had begun to look for her two missing children, stumbling upon them on the shoreline seated next to each other as they whispered and giggled amongst one another. The Mother of five smiled at the sight before her, heart swelling at the interaction. She knew of the kind of connection you shared, knowing that it ran deep and beyond her understanding as a Mother. She knew that no matter what, you’ll always have each other. Yeah, she thought, he’ll be just fine.

[loaksbitch]

alright but imagine that you’re drunk as fuck and sat on lo’ak’s lap, asking him to teach you how to kiss which only leads way more than a kiss yes? eywa, yes. — i missed writing things like this 🧎🏽‍♀️

warnings – agedup!lo’ak, teasing, lots of teasing omg, you asking for lo’ak to kiss you, slight mention of groping, grinding, drunk kissing, hint of commitment issues, lo’ak discovers he has a voice kink thanks to you, hint of lo’ak’s whimpering, bold confession & fluff.

“don’t break my heart, please” — lo’ak sully (⨳, ✿)

you and your best friend, lo’ak, are alone, your freinds already long gone and leaving you two alone inside the hut many na’vi’s came to drink.

“that’s enough.” you’d hear lo’ak say before pulling the drink out of your hand, this man was so annoying right now.

“no, give me that!” you whine, trying to grab onto the cup but your best friend pulls you back by your waist, pinning you down to his lap. you squirm and groan when he tightens his hold, “lo’ak.” you spit threateningly.

you’re here to enjoy your day out with him and he’s stopping you from doing so. “you’re drunk, let’s just get back to the hut.” lo’ak says, trying to get you on your feet but you breath out a frustrated sigh. “i’m not going anywhere.” you say, sitting back on his lap.

“but all our friends are already gone, sweetheart.” the man holds on your waist, chuckling when you hum with frustration. “i don’t care, i just want to have fun.”

“you know we can have fun back there.” your ears twitch at the sudden dirty thought flooding your tipsy brain. lo’ak was confused as to why you’re silent before what he said hits him back. “i didn’t… i didn’t mean it that way, you know what i mean.” he starts to explain but you giggle.

lo’ak’s lips curve to a smile when he hears your loud laugh boom around. “you’re cute when you’re startled.” you say to him, suddenly getting on your feet before facing him and straddling him. the man in front of you hums, trying to ignore the effect you had on him.

he always liked the little things you both did, just like how you’re straddling him and placing your hands on his shoulder right now.

lo’ak securely holds onto your hips, his eyes scanning your face. lo’ak loves how your white freckles painted your flawless skin, how your cheeks are flushed with the alcohol you just had in your system.

his eyes were trained when he look your pretty face and in graves it in his mind. lo’ak was so in love with you, just a simple thought of you makes his heart desire for more. “let me just have one cup, hm?” your lashes flutter when you lazily stare at him.

lo’ak was too focused on your plump lips, his eyes heavy when your mouth curved to talked.

you roll your eyes when you’re ignored, he was just staring at you and not answering. “okay lo’ak, you’re being so boring right no—” you gasp when you feel him lean forward and peck your lips before leaning back. it was as if he was lost in thoughts until his eyes slightly widened, realizing what he just did.

you drunkenly watch lo’ak’s brows pinch together before he’s clearing his throat and his grip on your hips tighten. “shit, sorry..” he is quick to bring his thump up to your lips and brush the kiss he just gave you.

“i didn’t mean to do that,” he was kinda annoyed you’re not saying anything but again the inner panic is eating him up alive. you on other hand were thinking of what just happened.

your best friend since birth just kissed you, the man you liked since forever just gave you a kiss.

“do it again.” your voice catches him off guard. “what?” lo’ak asks, maybe if he was also drunk and his ears were doubling words he wants to hear it again from you. “do it again, lo’ak. i want you to kiss me, teach me.”

you knew whatsoever is about to happen will have an effect in your friendship with him. you knew something will change if lo’ak kissed you again but your dizzy mind doesn’t care at all, you just want his lips on yours.

lo’ak brings his one hand to your face, cupping your cheek and feeling his heart stir when you lean for his touch. your skin is so warm it’s driving him insane.

he then takes your lips in his and lo’ak almost swears he moaned loud. you tasted so sweet on his tongue, as if you were the sweetest honey ever created. his large palms sought to your waist, rubbing the soft skin ever so gently.

he doesn’t fail to catch the way your breath hitches, hips tempted to grind against his soft bulge. your freckles match with his, as if you were both made for each other. lo’ak breaks the kiss only to give you a quick glance if what he was doing was ok.

your eyes wander on his lips and he takes it as a sign for him to cue his actions.

what you two are doing right now will of course have a major impact in your friendship but lo’ak can’t continue suffering, not like this, not even a slightest bit.

and this time lo’ak decides to test your limits far enough. he bites on your bottom lip, tugging on it gently before he lets you go and watch your flesh snap. fuck. fuck. fuck.

you on other hand feel your heart race in your chest as you felt him put his hand on the rope of your loincloth. something in the back of your hooded brain screams at you to stop whatever fuck you’re doing but this felt so good.

having lo’ak all over you felt so good.

are you both wanting this? do you really think lo’ak, your best friend will actually see you more than that? it's ironically funny because lo’ak was pooled with the same thought, too scared to be friend zoned.

your desires are uncontrollable, lo’ak knew how much it’s dangerous it is when playing with a fire. especially when the fire — you — have a serious commitment issues.

a sudden moment from your abdomen almost fucking ended him right at his spot. lo’ak swallowed hard when he felt you grind your hips on him, your core rubbing over his clothed one.

he doesn’t say anything at first, thinking it was just a way of you trying to get comfortable. but no, not really, his denying self was slapped on the face when you rocked your hips again. lo’ak can feel his inside twist with panic.

this needs to stop, at least until it’s too late.

“princess.” you hear lo’ak hiss, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead against yours. behind your eyelids, you could see him fighting not to push you to the wooden table and fuck the soul out of you.

you ignore his first call, leaning and rocking your his again, lo’ak suddenly, painfully, grabbed onto your hips, stopping you right where you are and shaking his head. “no, this can’t happen, no.” he was telling you.

well, telling himself actually.

he blinks, opeing his eyes and adjusting the surroundings against him. you breath fast, chest rising and falling, pretty much annoyed with his words. lo’ak’s eyes drop to your scarlet lips, tempted to kiss you again.

he wants to feel you so bad.

“lo’ak…” you start but stop when he shook his head. “i can’t do this to us, i can’t do this to you.” why was he saying that? you’re the one with love problems but why was he saying he can’t do anything to you.

lo’ak must have felt your confusion because he was now trying to ease the atmosphere and tucking your hair behind your ear. “i can’t do this to you when you’re not ready.” when you’re not ready. right. you mentally scoff.

you sense his strong thighs tensing, arms around your waist before securely trying to get you up until your next word froze him from doing so.

“what if i am ready?” you say and watch lo’ak’s brows knit together. he was solely trying to protect himself as well, trying not to ruin this relationship you two had. this friendship you both have.

friendship. even the word sounds so ugly to think of, he doesn’t want to be your friend. “you don’t mean that,” you’re probably too drunk, alcohol in your system making you blubber shit you won’t even remember tomorrow.

lo’ak tries to get you up again, whispering it’s time to go home. you won’t lie when he told you ‘you don’t mean that’ but he might be right, you don’t trust yourself… at least not with commitment.

you won’t lie though, because it does feel so right when he was around, when he was protecting you, when he was laughing, spending time with you, hunting with you. him being with you felt right and he damn knows that it felt right with him too.

“i like you, lo’ak.” you deadpan, eyes boring to his skull. you want to give this a chance.

you watch him hesitate, your tipsy mind getting the best of you and pretty much not making sense to you right now. you’re partially convinced you’re in a dream right now if it wasn’t for his breath hitting your lips on how you two were so close.

you bite on your cheeks, waiting for him to reply.

you want to hiss at him, smack him for taking too long to answer but you’re anxious, your legs unconsciously clamping onto his thighs.

you let a soft breath out, thinking it’s the best to leave it be, forget what happened tonight. you decide to lift yourself up, getting off from his legs until he is now the one pulling you back.

“what are yo—…”

you’re silenced with a rough kiss, teeth clashing and making a sound from the impact. you moan into the kiss, feeling lo’ak’s hand slide to your nape and pulling you more, deepening the kiss.

he whimpers, ears pinned to his skull and almost eating your face. lo’ak doesn’t know what he’s doing, the reason behind pinning you to his mouth might be because he’s drunk but he doesn’t remember doing so but it feels so good.

the heated air eases when lo’ak pulls back, a string of saliva connects to both of your lips before it snaps and breaks. you hear lo’ak mutter something too vulnerable.

“don’t break my heart, please” you hear him whisper in a tone you can’t pinpoint, “i can handle anything but you breaking my heart, please princess.” you feel the pinch in your chest but shrug it off and close your eyes.

you don’t say anything but the kiss you two just had told him everything, he still felt how your fingers clinged onto his shoulder. it stays like that for a while, silence surrounding you two.

once you both calmed down, lo’ak was the first to give you a cheeky grin. “are you okay?,” he asks, two of his infamous beaded braids clinking together. you frown at his question, your hands put on his shoulder.

“yeah.” you say, watching him lean to press his forehead against yours. “good? because i only want you to be okay.” he’s so cliche, always making sure you’re comfortable and safe. you just love him so bad.

love. the sudden pop of words makes your inside tingle.

you love lo’ak, you love the man you grew up with. you love your bes— “hey, i can hear you thinking.” you hear the man say and clear your throat, “it’s just..this is new to me and i’m scared.” you genuinely tell him.

“i’m scared too, baby.” argh, him and his stupid pet names, you just live for it. “but we’ll get through it, i’ll love you and we’ll make it.” his words are so comforting that you had to lean on him.

“i love you.” he tells you, licking his lips and kissing the middle of your brows meeting. “it’s okay if you don’t say it now, i’ll wait.” he’s so gentle and patient with you and you adore it.

“thank you.” you suck a deep breath. “don’t thank, pretty, it’s my want to wait for you so don’t feel guilty yeah?” you’re hesitant before you nod. lo’ak kisses your forehead again, gently rubbing on the skin of your arms.

“c’mon, let’s get back to the hut.” he tells you and you agree, your tipsy mind working fast and getting on your feet. you both think to call it a night and deal with everything tomorrow.

i’m so so so sorry i worried y’all for disappearing for days but my phone got stolen and i had to deal with it (i actually got it back now.), im sorry again! i’m okay tho and i’ll answer every ask tomorrow :(

i love each and everyone of you sm — like + reblogs & feedback are so appreciated! mwah **

[iikatsukii]

boyfriend texts between you and lo'ak

synopsis: lo’ak-centric <3

pairings: lo’ak x reader,

warnings: angst to comfort

a/n: heres part 2. I love him your honor

[milequaritchsslut]

Not enough time

Summary: The last night with your mate…

Warnings: Angst, crying, sadness

There you laid in your mates arms, one last time. One last time before he left you, leaving you stranded not knowing what to do. Jake sully had decided to take him and his family away from the clan. In hopes to protect his people. Tears fell when you heard, that meant your mate would leave. You begged your parents to let you go with them, but they wouldn’t budge. “You cannot leave your family for that obnoxious boy” was their excuse. But Lo’ak wasn’t just some boy, he was your mate. The boy that saw right through you when you lied, the boy who stopped your tears from falling, the boy who made you smile. He was your other half, you were whole when you were with him.

The bioluminescent plants caused a sparkle to shoot off your eyes as you nuzzled into your mates arms. He was your home, he was your true family. You were his to have, and for nobody else to touch. He had begged your parents to let you come with his family, only getting a scoff in response. The only thing you could do now was accept your agonizing fate. You held his large hand tight, squeezing it hard in hopes that the tears wouldn’t fall.

“I’ll never forget you y/n” he spoke into your ear, his hot breathe hitting your neck.

“I will never forget you Lo’ak” you spoke back, your stomach turning into a pit from his words.

“Do you know how much I love you?” As if he didn’t show it every time he saw you.

“How much?” You asked, tracing circles on his hand as you closed your eyes. Taking in the last moments you had with him.

“You are the last thing I think of at night, I will move the sun and stars just to get a glimpse of you” the words rolling off his tongue, it wasn’t hard for him to be vulnerable with you. You saw him for who he was, he was just misunderstood. You saw through his screw up facade, the mask he wore to impress his father.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you Lo’ak” a tear falling onto your mates chest, a sniffle following. Your words broke him, he hated seeing you cry. Your face scrunching into a frown as you cried for him to stay. But it was soon to be morning, the day you had been hoping would never come was here. And there was nothing you could do about it…

[live-laugh-neteyam]

Pretend ||| lo’ak x omatikaya!reader

masterlist

pairings: lo’ak x omatikaya!fem!reader, neteyam x reader if you squint

summary: no matter how hard you try you can’t pretend forever

words: 1.3k

warnings/notes: angst, one sided love, mentions of blood, nightmares, mentions of death, grief, use of y/n, cursing, you’re either gonna feel bad for lo’ak or think he’s a jerk probably a bit of both

Your screams echoed through the smoky air. "Get it off!" You wailed scratching at your arms and hands. Neteyam's dried blood covered you. It was everywhere. It coated you like war paint, it stained Lo'ak's hands, it steeped onto the rocks below, and it covered Neteyam's lifeless pale body. 

This couldn't be real. It couldn't be. You weren't clutching onto your mate's lifeless body as sobs wracked your body. Neteyam couldn't be dead.

"Y/N." Hearing a familiar voice call your name made you looked up. Blinking back the tears you struggled to see through you saw Lo'ak staring grimly at you. Trying not to look at his red coated hands you stared into his eyes.

"Y/N wake up." He said.

Immediately you shot up eyes flying open. Panting you took in deep gulps of breath. Your frantic eyes darted around the room trying to figure out where you were.

"You were crying." Lo'ak sadly smiles at you.

Placing a hand over your chest you try to steady your heart. It wasn't real. It was just a nightmare.

Except the nightmare was real.

Neteyam was dead.

"Are you okay?" He asked reaching out to touch you.

Immediately you flinched away. "I just need a minute." You mumbled.

Excusing yourself from your shared mat you left your home. Tears were freely sliding down your cheeks, heart still hammering in your chest.

Five years. Neteyam had been dead for five years. Time didn't heal you rather it made the hole in your heart feel worse. The death of your mate was something you'd never get over.

Your heart would always belong to Neteyam. It was an inexcusable fact that everyone was aware of; everyone except Lo'ak.

"You don't have to do this own your own." He had whispered. "Let me help you."

You remember his words like they had just happened. Still able to make out his desperate pleading eyes. You hated him for putting you in that situation. You hated yourself more for the outcome.

A marriage of convenience. That's what Jake had called it. He loved you like a daughter and just wanted to insure you were cared for. Jake knew this wasn't the ideal situation, but his eldest son wasn't supposed to die so soon either.

You were still young and deserved a happy life. That's what Lo'ak convinced himself of. Feeling responsible for his brothers death, Lo'ak had felt the need to take care of you in his place. Neteyam would've wanted you cared for, the fact helped to ease his guilt.

Deep down Lo'ak knew you'd never truly love him. Yet he continued to hold onto the possibility that it could happen. Maybe you could learn to love him. Or better yet, you could pretend.

Lo'ak hated himself for it, but he couldn't deny his feelings for you. Feelings that had developed long before you fell for his older brother. Lo'ak liked you since day one. You just liked Neteyam better.

Sitting on a sandbank you sobbed into your hands. Your heart ached for your mate, for your Neteyam.

Feeling a presence sitting next to you, you didn't have to look to know it was Lo'ak. It was your unspoken routine. You'd leave home crying and he'd come to find you.

After you calmed down Lo'ak went to hold your hand. Moving on instinct you scooted away from him. You were still in shock from your nightmare, the last thing you wanted was to be touched.

Lo'ak looked at you his expression blank. His eyes held irritation as he bit his tongue to keep from saying something he'd regret. The two of you had been together for awhile now. He was expecting you to have moved further along by now.

"I know none of it is real." He sighed running his hand through his hair. "You have no idea how much I wish it fucking was."

"Lo'ak." Finally you looked over at him with tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say." You whispered.

From that night on something had shifted between the two of you. Lo'ak was no longer as patient and understanding as he had been. He stopped coming to sit with you after your nightmares.

Lo'ak was cold with you, doing his best to keep his distance. He couldn't understand why you couldn't just try. He wanted you to pretend to feel something you didn't. He wanted it to be real.

You sat in your home eating dinner shocked to see Lo'ak join you. "So you're done avoiding me now?" You questioned raising your brow.

His jaw clenched before he looked at you. "You do realize we're married don't you?"

"Why are you bringing this up?" You sighed frustrated.

"Because you don't fucking at like it!" He fumed.

"Lo'ak." You said softly trying to calculate your next move. Before you could he continued.

"Can you just kiss me already?" He was delirious in his anger.

"What are you talking about?" You gaped at him. He was frantic and not making any sense.

"You are my wife and we've never even kissed." He continued frustrated.

"Lo'ak, what has gotten into you?" You sighed closing your eyes trying to make sense of this.

"Yeah go on," he said almost as if he was taunting you. "Close your eyes. I know who you're pretending I am. It's always been about him. Why not me?"

Your eyes shot open staring at him in anger. This was all his doing, it was his fault. Now it was time for him to reap what he sowed. Not being able to hold it in you finally snapped.

"Did you ever actually think about how I feel about this?" You snapped. "I never wanted this, it was always you." Tears stung your eyes as you pointed at him.

Lo'ak's eyes widened in shock as he was snapped back into reality. He shifted uncomfortably seemingly not being take to handle a dose of his own medicine.

"Y/N I-I," he stuttered.

"You knew going into this that I wouldn't be able to love you like you deserve. And you still went through with it. Don't you dare place the blame on me." You cried.

"I'm sorry." He sighed running a hand over his head. "I don't know what else to say."

You coldly chuckled at his familiar words. Wiping your tears you took a deep breath. "I can't give you what you want." You sighed. "My heart isn't capable of going through that again. But I do love you Lo'ak. Not in the way you wish, but I do love you. I'm sorry but it's all I can offer you."

Lo'ak slowly nodded in defeat tears clouding his eyes. He knew it was the truth, he knew it going into this arrangement. But he let himself deny it and held onto a tiny sliver of hope.

"I won't pretend to love you Lo'ak. That's not fair." You sighed.

"I know." His shoulders slumped.

Despite what he thought, pretending just didn't work. It didn't feel the same. Lo'ak wanted you to actually love him. Love him in the way he loved you. Nothing fake or forced, but rather genuine and real.

"I haven't been fair to you." He whispered, a tear sliding down his cheek. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you Lo'ak." You choked out through your tears.

Lo'ak felt his heart start to crumble at the realization of no matter how hard he tried you'd never really be his. Not truly. Your heart belonged to his brother and it seemed Neteyam took it with him.

"C'mere." He whispered before gently wrapping his arms around you.

You clung to him as your body shook with sobs. Finally hitting your breaking point, you couldn't hold your tears in any longer.

"It's okay." He sighed gently caressing your head. "I miss him too."

You sobbed harder into his chest as he held you. Lo'ak tried to comfort you the best he could. He would be better this time. He'd be there for you; ready to help you pick up your broken pieces whenever you're ready to.

Lo'ak continued to hold you as you cried. A few silent tears ran down his face. Both of you grieving the life you'd never have. Two broken hearts both longing for the person they could never have.

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✧ Paring: Lo’ak x Human! F! Reader

✧ Requested: Yes/No

✧ Type: One Shot

✧ Word count: 2.8K

✧ Warnings: It’s flufff, & slight angst obvi, anxious reader is relatable

✧ Side Bar: I stayed up all night because this couldn’t leave my head

please keep in mind that all characters in my stories are always 18+, and although I can't monitor who reads my work, if you are not 18+ I advise that you do not engage in my page or stories.

Pandora was the only place you'd ever called home, but it was a complex relationship. Despite being born on the planet, you didn't belong to its native people.

Instead, you were technically aligned with the Sky People—a group with a history of destroying hope and leaving chaos in their wake. For years, they'd traveled across space to set foot on this lush, alien world and decimate its resources.

You knew deep down that you didn't share their values or their vision for the future. You couldn't claim them as your own, not when you felt such a strong connection to the vibrant, interconnected ecosystem of Pandora.

But that didn't mean you were exempt from the judgement of others. In the eyes of many Na’vi, you were just another outsider—a demon, no less—who was profiting off the exploitation of their world.

As much as they may believe it, they couldn't be more mistaken. You may not possess the same physical form as the Na'vi, nor the ability to connect with the planet through Tsaheylu, but your heart beats in harmony with Pandora, and you feel a deep connection to its magnificent beauty and delicate balance like it was a part of you.

You understood why the Na'vi were hesitant to accept you. They had been betrayed by the sky people before, and their distrust of outsiders was understandable. It didn't make it any less difficult, however, to feel like you were constantly on the outside looking in.

You suspected that Spider shared your yearning for acceptance. He had changed his appearance, donning the blue paint and attire of the Na'vi, to look more like a native. But beneath the surface, he was still a human like you, with all the limitations and flaws that came with it.

It was difficult to keep up with him, your mind burdened by the fear of being scrutinized and evaluated by others. The weight of that anxiety was suffocating, making it hard for you to venture out and visit Hometree, the heart of the Omaticaya clan.

As a result, you only made the trip twice during your childhood, opting instead to spend most of your time with the Sully children and Spider in the surrounding forest.

Perhaps it was wrong of you to feel content with your current situation, quietly existing without the formal acceptance of the Na'vi. You didn't want to pressure them into welcoming you with open arms, but at the same time, you longed to be acknowledged and appreciated for who you are.

Spider's approach of hovering in between acceptance and rejection seemed tempting, but you knew it trying to follow in his pattern wouldn't be true to yourself. You wanted to be seen as you truly are, not as an imitation of someone else.

This makes you feel incredibly grateful for the Sully kids, as they have become like family to you. Though you don't believe that Eywa sees you, you know that the Sully kids see you for who you are and accept you as a part of their group. You feel a sense of belonging and comfort that you seek out in the world, and you know that they will always be by your side.

Spider, what’s not to love about him? Growing up, you came to know him as your brother not by blood. There were moments he was annoying, as brothers do but he can also be fiercely protective of you, sweet, and comforting when you need it most. You know that he always has your best interests at heart and will do anything for you.

Your sister from another species, Kiri, was literally your best friend. You did everything together, told each other everything. It was a little worrisome or scare to those from the outside, with how in sync you’re feelings are and the ability to when the others down and need some cheering to do. They just didn’t understand neither of you.

Little Tuk wasn’t so little anymore but she was still your very your own personal cheerleader. You remember learning the term after finding an old yearbook from someone left behind, and it seemed to fit her perfectly. She always roots for you at your accomplishments, and loves making things for you just because she felt like it. To you, she is the sweetest thing on the planet.

The mighty warrior, Neteyam, was a strict and protective man even with you. Though you may not be blood, he never gave you a reason to consider otherwise. You were extended family, who deserved just as much watchfulness and guidance as his own siblings and Spider.

But Lo’ak was a different case altogether. When growing up alongside him, you saw him like you did Spider and Neteyam, just a friendly face who you could count on to be there when you needed him. However, things changed once you hit puberty. Your feelings towards him began to shift, and you couldn't help but think of him constantly, wondering what he was up to and if he ever thought of you in the same way.

Your feelings for him were string, but you were always hesitant to act on them. You knew that the idea of two different species being together was frowned upon, and you feared the backlash that might come from confessing your love to him. Kiri may have found your feelings for Lo’ak cute, but you found them repulsive and frustrating, as they consumed your every thought.

Through your fears and doubts, you longed to tell Lo’ak how much he meant to you. You wanted him to know that you saw his hard work and effort when nobody else did, and that you loved everything about him, even his five fingers and eyebrow hair. Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder if he saw you in the same way, but you never dared to find out, fearing the worst.

When Lo’ak completed his final rite of passage, you realized that your chance to confess your feelings had come and gone. He was now old enough to find a mate, and even though he hadn't done so yet, you knew that it was only a matter of time.

You pushed your feelings aside, burying them deep within you in an attempt to move on and forget about what could have been—if only you weren’t so scared, filled to the brim with anxiety and self consciousness.

Nervously you fiddle with your fingers, trying to compose yourself as you watch Lo’ak playfully wrestle with Spider. Did he ever notice the way you looked at him, how your skin would heat up every time he touches you or how you couldn't stop smiling when he was next to you? You had been trying to move on from these feelings for months, but he had a hold on you that you couldn't shake off.

It felt like you were hooked, reeled in, and trapped by your feelings for him. The phrase "sink, line, and hooker" had become all too familiar to describe the pull he had on you. You had fallen for him hard, and it was frustrating because the only other human around your age was Spider. Moving on to him would just feel wrong, for so many reasons.

You’re so lost in thought when you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see Kiri kneeling there with a smile on her face. She rubs your shoulder gently and says, "Stay out of your head, everything will be okay." Her words provide a small comfort, but deep down, you know that this love for Lo'ak will continue to consume you until you find a way to move on.

You thank Kiri for her kind words, returning her smile before stealing another glance at the two boys. But you are caught off guard when you notice that they are already looking at you, and quickly avert their eyes when they realize you noticed.

You feel a pang of discomfort in your chest as you wonder what they found so amusing. Spider is snickering and pushing Lo'ak away from him, but their behavior only makes you feel worse.

You can't help but wonder if there is something on your face, or if they are laughing at something you said or did. Kiri doesn't say anything, leaving you to feel vulnerable and self-conscious.

You quickly turn away, blinking away a tear that has formed in your eye. You know that you are being overly sensitive, but the feeling of being laughed at and excluded by the two people closest to you hurts deeply. You feel like an outsider, like there is some secret joke about you that you are not in on. The feeling is overwhelming, and you can't shake it off.

You excuse yourself from Kiri and walk off deeper into the forest, heart pounding harder in your chest as you continue. The lush green surroundings no longer holds the calming effect they usually do.

Instead, your mind is consumed with thoughts of Lo’ak and how he must see you. Do you disgust him? Is he aware of the way you feel about him? The thought of being the laughing stock of your closest friends makes your stomach churn.

You try to shake the thought off, reminding yourself that Lo'ak has always been kind to you, and he's never given you any indication that he thinks less of you. Then the memory of Spider and Lo’ak’s laughter at your expense replay in your mind, making you feel even more self-conscious. The thought of being the subject of their amusement fills you with shame.

You hate that every time he glances your way or speaks to you, you overanalyze every word and gesture, trying to decipher if there's any hidden meaning behind them. Why couldn’t you be born in a normal world with people like you? Maybe then the heartbreak wouldn’t be so severe.

Your chest tightens and tears swell up in your eyes when you come to a stop and lean against a tree. You try closing your eyes and taking deep breaths in an effort to calm down. You try to remind yourself that these thoughts are just your insecurities talking, but it’s hard to shake the feeling of being inadequate and unlovable in a world where people can’t come to do the opposite of that.

You were so involved in your own thoughts that you failed to notice someone come up behind you until the sun no longer shined down on you, and instead, it was a shadow. Ironically, it was how you felt at the moment - overshadowed by your own emotions. You sniffled a few times, trying to gather your bearings before turning to see who it was. You were shocked to see that it was Lo’ak standing there.

You quickly composed yourself, trying to wipe your tears away, only to realize that your ecopack mask made that impossible. You turn away, feeling embarrassed and more self-conscious about being caught in such a vulnerable state.

“Are you okay?” Lo’ak asks softly, stepping closer to you.

You can feel his warmth radiating off of him, and the proximity makes your heart race. You try to push those thoughts aside, knowing that they only lead to more heartache. “I’m fine,” you say, your voice coming out weaker than you intended. You look away in cringe.

Lo'ak doesn’t seem convinced and reaches his hand out to gently grab your chin. His warm touch on your skin sends shivers down your spine, and you feel your heart rate pick up as he guides your gaze up to meet his. It's impossible to avoid the intensity of his gaze, and for a moment, you're lost in his eyes.

But the weight of your emotions is too much to bear, and you break eye contact, feeling a fresh wave of tears welling up behind your ecopack mask. You can't bring yourself to admit the truth to him, to lay bare your innermost thoughts and fears.

As if sensing your hesitation, Lo'ak's thumb begins to move in small, soothing circles on your skin. It's a small gesture, but it feels like a lifeline, a grounding force in the midst of your swirling emotions.

"It's nothing," you lie, your voice shaking slightly as you force the words out. You can't bear the thought of burdening Lo'ak with your problems, not when he has so much else to deal with.

But Lo'ak is persistent, and his eyes never leave yours as he speaks, his voice gentle and reassuring. "It doesn't look like nothing," he says, and you feel a pang of guilt at the concern etched on his face.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you gather your thoughts. It feels like an eternity before you finally find the courage to speak up, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I don't know, Lo'ak," you say, feeling the tears spilling down your cheeks despite your best efforts to hold them back. "I feel so conflicted. I don't know what to do with these feelings."

Lo'ak's expression softens even more, and he takes your hand, leading you to a nearby log where he sits down beside you. You feel the warmth of his body beside you, and it's both comforting and unnerving at the same time.

"Tell me," he says, his voice still gentle, but now with a note of urgency, "Whatever it is, you can always tell me."

You look up at Lo'ak, you can feel the tears pooling in your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. You see the concern etched on his face and can't help but feel a surge of emotion at the intensity of the moment. You feel like you're standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump into the unknown, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

You know you need to tell him what's been weighing on your mind, but you're afraid of how he'll react. Will he judge you? Will he think you're silly or overreacting? You push those doubts aside, knowing that you need to be honest with him.

"I feel like I’ve had to fight all my life," you say, gesturing with your hands to emphasize your point, "For a spot that will never be filled. The Na’vi," you pause, placing a hand over your heart as you feel the tears welling up again, "they will not accept me, they will never see me. I'm tired," you say, shaking your head in frustration, "Lo'ak, I'm tired."

As you speak, Lo'ak listens intently, never taking his eyes off of you. He doesn't interrupt you or try to make light of your feelings, but simply allows you to express yourself fully. It's a rare and beautiful thing, and in that moment, you feel seen and heard in a way that you never have before.

When you finish, Lo'ak doesn't say anything at first. He simply looks at you with a mixture of sadness and understanding, his eyes full of empathy. Finally, he scoots closer to you until your shoulders touch, and he speaks in a soft voice,

"They are too blind to see, and that is their loss," he says, his gaze shifting away briefly before returning to meet your own, "But you, [Name], you are gifted, smart, and kind," he says, his voice full of sincerity, "And beautiful," he adds, his words causing a flutter in your chest, "So what if they don't see you? I see you."

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words. You can hardly believe what you're hearing. The man you've been in love with for so long has feelings for you too. You're overjoyed, overstimulated, and disoriented all in one. You manage to gather your thoughts and respond with a shaky voice, "I see you, Lo'ak." You reach out and take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

A look of relief washes over his face, and a smile slowly stretches across his features. He leans down until your foreheads are touching, "That makes me really happy, more than you know," he says, chuckling softly as he closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of your warmth and presence next to him.

Despite the intensity of the moment, a part of you couldn't help but wonder about the future. "What about..." you start to say, but he interrupts you, opening his eyes and flickering them over your face, trying to memorize every detail,

“I don't know what the future holds, but I like you enough to explore this...what this is. I want to see where we go, together," he says, his voice serious and intent.

You stare at him, your mouth slightly open in surprise at the side of him he was showing. He sounds more mature, more sensual, and more goal-oriented than you had ever known him to be. It was a side of him that you found yourself instantly drawn to, a side that you hadn't fully appreciated yet.

Feeling your cheeks flush, you lean in and peck the inner corner of his lips, letting them lingering for a moment before pulling back, "I can't wait to find out," you whisper, your eyes locked onto his, feeling as though you were seeing him in a whole new light.

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warnings: angst, smut, mention of b!ood

neteyam x fem reader x lo’ak

all aged up!

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chapter three

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The world seemed distant and muffled, as if wrapped in a cocoon of haze. With a slow, deliberate blink, she struggled to piece together the fragments of her surroundings.

The echo of pain reverberated through her body, a constant reminder of the impact that had jolted her senses. Her thoughts swirled like mist, attempting to clear the fog that clung to her mind.

Every movement felt like a herculean effort, as if the weight of the blow still lingered in her limbs. In the midst of the dizziness, a surge of determination ignited within her, pushing her to sit up against the resistance of gravity.

As the initial waves of confusion subsided, her focus sharpened, revealing the room around her. Walls, unfamiliar objects, and the soft glow of daylight filtering through curtains.

Y/N had woken up, finding herself in a room, with more than one pair of yellow eyes glaring at her.

“W-where am I? Who are you?” She stuttered, wanting to get herself up.

But something was restraining her from doing so, as she struggled to lift herself up, a feeling of herself being trapped.

She looked down at herself, finding the solution.

Y/N had been tied to what looked like, a bed.

“The real question is, who are you?” The tallest one of them, asked.

“Why have you bought me here? I-“ she let out a strained noise, as she tries to get out to ropes that wrapped around her upper body, “untie me!”

“Not until you tell us who you are” the tallest one spoke again.

“And why you tried to kill my brother” She heard another voice to look and see that it was the male Na’vi who had shot her in her arm.

Neteyam.

“That is a lie. I did not” Y/N rejects the accusations against her.

Neteyam chuckled, looking towards his father.

“If you tell us the truth, we might just go easy on you” Jake responds.

She looks towards the youngest one.

Lo’ak.

Who stood quietly, looking at her as she struggled to get out the ropes.

“You are only making his worse for yourself” Jake tells her.

“I am just- an Avatar. Like you” Y/N replies.

“Where have you come from? Who do you belong to?” Jake asks.

“That is none of your business” Y/N responded through gritted teeth.

“You really have some nerve” Neteyam muttered.

Jake took a closer look as he examined her.

His fingers travel around her face, as he moves her head, side to side.

Pulling onto her ear, before lifting her head up, with his two fingers placed under his chin as he looks onto her neck.

He quickly moved away, a scoff escaping his throat.

Y/N looks at him confused, before realising that her father had given her a choker to wear on, a microphone attached to it, with his initials laid out clearly, for Jake to see.

He turns around, beginning to whisper something to his elder son, Neteyam.

Y/N looks to Lo’ak once again, seeing him stood on his own, looking towards his father and brother.

Seeing slightly.. misplaced.

Y/N couldn’t help but have a sense of feeling towards him, as she felt bad, watching the way that he stood alone.

But her focus was shifted, when she felt Neteyam walk towards her, getting his knife out.

“What the fuck!” Y/N shouts.

“I’m not going to kill you. Relax” Neteyam replied as he looked at her with his hooded lids, his expression cold.

He then looked towards Lo’ak, “cut off her hand ties.”

Lo’ak walks forward, taking the knife out his pouch before he begins to cut it off gently, not wanting to make the mistake of hurting her.

In her mind, she felt that he did not wish to hurt her.

But in reality, he did not wish to be rough and make a mistake. With his father, who had already told him off a while ago, for putting himself in a situation to get killed.

If anything, he just wanted to be left out of being yelled at.

“Hurry up Lo’ak” Neteyam spoke to him in a harsh tone, as he was holding onto Y/N’s wrist quite tightly.

“I’m trying to hurt her. She is clearly an essential to us” Lo’ak responded, without looking back at Neteyam.

She feels her hand being released, before she felt Lo’aks’ grip on her. A tight grip.

“You know what to do boys” Jake tells them, before making his way out, leaving the two boys to her.

“Hold her other wrist” Neteyam told Lo’ak.

The younger brother obeyed, making his way to stand behind her head, as he held onto both of Y/N’s wrists, placing them on each side of her head.

He leans forward, his weight pressing against her wrists.

“You’re hurting me!” Y/N shouts.

He quickly leans back, not saying a word.

“Why did you lean back?” Neteyam asks, “hurt her a bit more. She deserves it.”

“Why?” Lo’ak asks.

“Why?” Neteyam asked in disbelief, “do you even know who she belongs to?”

“No. But it is not like you and father told me anyways” Lo’ak responds.

“Even if we didn’t. She pointed a gun at you” Neteyam says, as he cuts off the last rope, around her waist, “so again, she deserves it.”

Lo’ak ignored him, staying quiet as he looked away.

Y/N looked up at him, “thank you.”

“No one said you can talk” Neteyam moves Lo’ak out the way, pushing her to sit up as he ties her wrists together.

“Are you going to tell me what’s happening or not?” Lo’ak asks.

“I’d very much like to know too” Y/N responds.

Neteyam sighs, “we’re taking you on a little adventure. It’s called, finding your home.”

Y/N scoffs, “yeah. As if you’re going to find out where I live or who I belong to. There’s more Avatars than you think. They can kill the both of you in a heartbeat.”

“It’s sweet you think that. But whilst you were playing dead, your little avatar friends were actually dead. Did you really think my father would surrender to a couple of pussys?” Neteyam asks.

“Whatever happens, you are not finding out” Y/N replied, herself being put onto her two feet whilst her hands are tied behind.

In an instant, a blinding surge of electric agony tore through her body, ripping away any semblance of control. It felt as if every nerve ending had been set ablaze, a searing wildfire racing through their veins.

Neteyam had tased her.

“Either you do as we say, or we play this the hard way” Neteyam warns her.

She looks at him, her eyes glaring before she gives him a hiss.

“You can’t keep tasing her. You’ll kill her” Lo’ak responds.

Neteyam looked at his younger brother in disappointment, “just hold on to her. Let’s go.”

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They walk through the forest, getting further and further away from their homes.

It was getting darker, by the time they had reached out, it taking almost half the day, just to reach to where they had first met her, through the woods.

“I need… a break. Please” Y/N cried out.

Her feet had become sore.

She felt tired. Hungry.

Thirsty.

“Neteyam, we should stop. Look at her face” Lo’ak calls out to him, having to stop as he was holding onto her whilst she needed to catch her breath.

“Does it look like I care?” Neteyam turns around in annoyance, to see her face turn purple, washing off the blue.

“I don’t feel good” Y/N said through an aching voice, leaning her body against Lo’ak.

He looked down at her, looking to see if her eyes were still open. And they were, but much droopy.

Neteyam sighs, “fine. We’ll sleep here tonight. It is getting to eclipse anyways.”

She looked up at Lo’ak, with pleading eyes, “please, get me some water.”

Lo’ak looked to his brother, who only signalled with his hand, telling him to go, as he was sitting himself down.

“Come” Lo’ak tells her, as they walk off.

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They continue to walk a little longer, before making a stop at a tree.

“What is this?” Y/N asks.

“Apxangrr” Lo’ak responds, “you may drink from here.”

“… how?” Y/N looked at him puzzled.

“You must hold the bottom of the leaf in your hand, and let the water drop into your mouth” Lo’ak tells her.

But realises the irony in his statement, when he realises her hands were tied. That she could not do it for herself.

Lo’ak then turns her to face the lead, himself behind her, as he uses one arm, putting it through hers and keeping her away from escaping whilst using his other hand, as he heals the bottom of the leaf, placing it down to let her drink.

He watches as she takes little gulp each time , clearly not being used to drinking this way.

His body begins to feel hot, as he feels her body pressed against him, watching the water now drip down her chin, before a single drop drips down her neck slowly.

The way that it outlines her swallows, LO’ak hadn’t realised just how close he had gotten towards her.

How heavily he breathed beside her, as she felt his warm breath trickle down her collar bone.

“I’m done” she speaks softly, a shiver running down her spine.

Lo’ak hears her voice, immediately moving himself away.

She turns to look at him.

As their eyes locked, a connection formed, transcending the spoken word. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, a conversation conveyed through the language of glances. In those big yellow eyes, she saw reflections of her own hopes and fears, a mirror that revealed vulnerabilities and strengths.

He cleared his throat, looking away quite suddenly, when he realised that they had been looking at each other for longer than they should have been.

“Let’s go” Lo’ak speaks, trying to take her back.

But she is stubborn on not wanting to, as she stood still, “my feet hurt. Please, let me rest.”

“Even if I wanted you to, I can’t. My brother will kill me” Lo’ak responds.

She looked at him with a hint of plea in her eyes, hoping that he would sympathise.

And as Lo’ak usually is, he did sympathise, pretty much straight away, as he decided to lift her up, over his shoulder.

“I will carry you back. That way, you do not have to walk” Lo’ak tells her, before he begins to walk back, to where Neteyam was waiting.

Holding onto her legs tightly.

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STAR GIRL

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Summary: time heals all wounds

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, reconciliation, (aged up) nsfw, switch Lo’ak, mating WHOOP WHOOP

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Chapter Eight

Lo’ak has never been quiet.

He’s never been one to sit still, to remain in one place for too long. He’s antsy by nature, constantly moving, acting on every whim that pops into his head. Nothing like his older brother, he’s reckless, impulsive, never too far from trouble.

It’s why his current subdued demeanor has caused such a stir within the clan. Things have been quiet, without event for a solid five day stretch. It’s nearly unheard of, going so long between stories of Lo’ak’s misadventures.

He’s simply goes about his business in silence. Completes his chores without protest, obeys orders the first time. Doesn’t argue with anyone, not even Jake. Not even Neytiri.

She’s tried, sitting beside him at meals, seeking him out during the day. She’ll run her fingers over his braids, cooing under her breath when he won’t even look at her. But he’s stonewalling her. Hasn’t even so much as spoken a single word to his mother since you left.

Whispers follow him like jagged shadows, questions of what happened and, where is Y/N making his ears twitch with unease.

For the first time in years, his family is truly worried. He’s been a bit of an outcast since childhood, marching to his own beat. But his head always remained high, spine straight with confidence despite his inclination toward loneliness.

It’s nothing like the picture of him now. Between duties he wanders aimlessly, eyes glazed and dull. There’s no energy behind his stride, he merely sulks around like a scorned child. His shoulders droop, as if heavy from the lingering devastation plaguing his soul.

When he doesn’t feel like moping openly, his sits near the edge of the forest, knees tucked into his chest, arms wrapped around himself as if they’re a lifeline, keeping him whole. If he’s feeling truly vindictive, if he wants to punish himself exceptionally hard, he’ll go to your secret spot and just cry.

The only thing that’s given him motivation to get out of bed, provided a tiny semblance of peace, are his continued efforts to win you back.

The day you left him, nearly a week ago, haunts him. It replays each time his eyes close, even if only to blink. He’s cursed himself a million times for letting you go, for watching you fly away as if the last several months meant nothing.

To him, they are everything.

And he’s determined to prove it to you. He hasn’t stopped looking after you, making sure you’re safe at the very least. He knows you’re hurting just as he is, but if anything harmed you physically—if your perfect skin acquired any scars because of him—he’d never forgive himself.

When you took to the sky that day, he was quick to follow on his own Ikran. He kept a wide birth between you, a large enough distance to remain undetected in your distracted state. Every sway, every near fall due to both your and the animal’s exhaustion made his heart drop.

You wandered for a bit, circling the area until you seemed to find whatever it was you were looking for. He trailed you all the way back to the lab, only Eywa knows how you actually managed to spot it while high above the clouds.

He found a place to hide among the trees, silently watching as you staggered your way inside the small building. Mixed emotions made his chest ache, relief that you were somewhere safe, and grief that it wasn’t with him.

There hasn’t been a single day where he doesn’t manage to sneak back to see you. He feels a bit like a creep, ducking into the foliage to watch you. The slight embarrassment isn’t nearly enough to deter him, every tiny glimpse only fanning the flame of determination.

The first day, you woke to find a bushel of plants outside the lab door. It was an odd mix of flowers and leaves, but nearly every color under the sun was present, creating a beautiful mix.

Next, a basket of yovo fruit, the same food the two of you shared during your first real encounter all those months ago.

Then, it was jewelry. Bracelets, arm bands, each piece expertly woven and adorned with personalized beads. Your fingertips spent extra time trailing over small letters, carved into the bead at the center of a choker. An L for him, the first letter of your name right beside it.

On the fourth day, you could tell he was getting desperate. When you opened the lab door, all that greeted you was your journal, placed neatly on the ground with your throat microphone laying on the cover. It made your breath hitch, eyes trailing up toward the trees. You scanned the area, unable to shake the feeling that he was close by.

He risked the wrath of his parents to get the items back for you, a thought that made your stomach twist with emotions you’d desperately tried ignoring.

On day five, there was nothing. You’d be lying if you said your ears hadn’t flattened in disappointment, heart hadn’t dropped at the idea that he’d given up on you. You retreated back into the lab, resuming your usual activities, though your mind was decidedly elsewhere.

You’ve barely slept, eaten only what Meg manages to shove into your hands when you aren’t paying attention. The pain in your chest has dulled to a constant ache, an all-consuming reminder of why you’re back here in the first place.

The days stretch on and on, as you yearn to be within the forest. Your soul cries out to be reunited with the clan, with Home Tree and the few people you know love and care about you, like Kiri and Tuk. Their sudden absence in your life has left a gaping hole, a wound now filled only with the bitter sting of loneliness.

But fear overrides your desire to flea toward familiarity. To go back there—to face Jake and Neytiri—it would be like walking yourself to the gallows. You’d be offering yourself for banishment, or worse. So, no matter how badly you want to return, you know it’s for the best if you don’t.

“Please, take pity on the poor boy.” Meg’s sudden voice pulls you from your spiraling thoughts.

You look up from your work station, where everything is now packed neatly in cardboard boxes. Your eyes find her as she walks into the room, her own items held tightly in her arms. Your brows furrow with confusion, unsure what she’s referring to.

The two of you have talked endlessly about Lo’ak, and the subsequent downfall of your relationship. You’ve poured your heart out, barring every scar the two of you engrained in the organ. She’s listened and given much needed advice but still, the statement seems random.

“Oh, come on.” She unceremoniously dumps her armful of office supplies onto her desk, hand sweeping toward the lab door. “He’s been sulking out there for, like, three hours.”

Your eyes pop wide, heart leaping in your chest. Lo’ak is here? The thought makes your stomach twist with anxiety. You haven’t seen so much as a glimpse of him since your conversation in the forest all those days ago.

“Meg!” You chastise, gaze snapping toward the nearest window, shocked she waited this long to say anything.

“I thought you knew!” She’s quick to defend, hands raising in a show of surrender.

A slow breath leaves your lungs as your eyes hesitantly flick toward her again. Her expression softens at the look of turmoil written all over your face.

“You should go tell him the news.” Her voice is gentle, eyes knowing as she begins organizing her things.

Your chest tightens with uncertainty. Every second of every day since you left him, your heart has yearned to be close to his again. It’s taken much rationalization to prevent yourself from flying back to the clan and falling into his arms.

No matter how much you want him, miss him, ache for him, you’ve convinced yourself it’s just not what’s best. There are too many forces working against you. Too many voices calling out everything that’s wrong with the union.

Early on in the week, you resigned yourself to never seeing him again. The fact that he would be safe, would get to stay with his family, brought a bit of comfort to your shattered heart.

That is, until things changed here at the lab, forcing you to make a more permanent decision.

“Yeah.” You nod absently in agreement, bottom lip tucking between sharp teeth.

Your gaze flickers over the closed lab door, stomach dipping. You didn’t expect for it to happen like this. Honestly, you wanted this conversation to be on your terms. It would’ve been so much easier to tell him if you had time to rehearse, time to think about how to break the news gently.

“Go on.” Meg crosses the room with a dramatic roll of her eyes. Her hands wrap around your shoulders, firmly guiding you toward the door.

“Wait—” You panic a bit, unease tightening your chest. Your heels dig into the tiled floor, but it’s no use.

Within seconds, she rips the door open, shoving you outside with a hand against your back. Before you can even catch your balance, just as you turn around, the large metal slab slams in your face.

Your gaze is locked on the structure, heart slamming between your ribs. Your lungs tremble as you force a calming breath from your lips. A tap on the window beside the door makes your attention shift, landing on Meg as she shoos you away.

Your expression pinches, hands tightening into fists as you force yourself to face him.

He’s just scrambled up from the dirt, muscles rigid at the sound of movement for the first time since he arrived. He stands several feet away, looking every bit the mess you feel. His braids are unkempt, face sunken with the effects of barely eating or sleeping for nearly a week.

The sight of him sends a shockwave through your system. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the rush of emotion that overtakes you as his eyes desperately bore into yours. Your heart swells and clenches in your chest, stomach rolling with uncertainty.

“Why is everything in boxes?” The question releases from his lungs in one swift breath, voice barely above a broken whisper.

His gaze sweeps from your head to your toes, just to prove to himself that you’re still okay. That you’re really standing right here in front of him. He watches as you curl inward, arms wrapping around your middle, and his heart splinters. His hands ball into fists at his hips to prevent himself from reaching out.

You fidget, shifting from one foot to the other. You’d almost forgotten how intense his gaze is, how he makes your stomach flutter with a simple glance.

“The lab is moving.” You visibly wince at the way his eyes bulge, wishing you’d found a more gentle way to phrase the bombshell.

“No, no.” He charges forward a few steps, arms outstretched before forcing himself to stop. To give you space. His breath catches, panic gripping his chest. “Y/N, you can’t do this.”

“Lo’ak…” You prod carefully, a tiny step closing another fraction of the distance between you.

“I know you're upset with me, but I—you can't just disappear!” His voice raises, aching to grab you and never let go. He wants nothing more than to throw you over his shoulder. Bring you back and force you to hear him out.

He can only take so much, and his resistance is wearing thin. It’s why he showed up today. He just couldn’t wait a second longer to see you, to talk to you. The need to fix things between you is overwhelming, he can’t focus on anything else until you’re back in his arms safely.

“Lo'ak.” His name is a pointed hiss as you step forward again, now only a foot of space separating you. One of your hands lifts, palm facing him in an attempt to calm his unease.

“Y/N, I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I'll even go with you!” His eyes round desperately, chin wobbling with rising emotion. “I don’t know how to do any of your science stuff, but I’ll learn! I’ll do anything—”

“Lo'ak!” You yell sharply, cutting off his panic before he completely unravels in front of you.

He stops, breath hitching. His vision blurs, devastation clawing at his chest as he imagines how unfulfilling a life of never seeing you again would be.

“I’m not going with them.” You catch his eyes, willing him to understand what you’re trying to say.

“What?” He breathes, truly expecting you to say anything but that.

It feels like his chest in caving in, a painful mix of emotion swelling between his ribs. A tiny flicker of hope ignites within his soul as his gaze searches yours, waiting for you to proclaim that this is all some sick joke.

“I want to come home.” The words fall from trembling lips, only a quiet murmur, but they set him ablaze.

When Meg told you about the move, and the correspondence they’d received just yesterday, it helped put your conflicting thoughts to rest. It was clear instantly what you should’ve known all along—there’s no better place for you than at Lo’ak’s side. Despite the forces stacked against you.

A ragged sob bursts from Lo’ak’s chest as he closes the distance between you. In an instant, his hands are on you, fingers sinking into the braids at the back of your head. He jerks you forward, claiming your lips with his in a bruising kiss.

You lean into him, arms winding around his neck to keep him close. Your mouth is feverish on his, a wild release of days of pent up longing. Tears roll freely from your eyes and his, coating both your cheeks with moisture. Your lips meld together, tongues exploring as if for the first time again.

When his lungs cry out from lack of air, he reluctantly pulls back, forehead pressing into yours. He feels like he might just die if he isn’t touching you in as many places as possible. Your chest heaves with the effort of calming your ragged breath.

He only manages to take in a single gulp before the need to reattach his lips to your skin becomes overwhelming. He peppers gentle kisses along your cheeks, the curve of your jaw, all the way down the column of your neck. When he reaches the place just above your collarbone, he pulls away, eyes catching on his craftsmanship.

“You’re wearing it.” He breathes, surprised. He hadn’t even noticed it until now.

“I haven’t taken it off.” One of your hands leaves his neck, fingertips running over the choker you’ve been wearing nonstop since it arrived.

His lips pull into a wobbly grin, heart exploding with relief. Maybe that means you forgive him, or that you’re willing to give him another chance at the very least. He leans forward to capture your lips again, but you sway back, keeping him a few inches away.

“Lo’ak—” You try, knowing what you need to tell him can’t wait much longer.

“No, don’t say anything.” His head shakes, heavy-lidded eyes searing a hole straight to your lower belly as he connects your lips again.

You hum against him, back arching as his fingers trail a light path down your spine. You can’t help but respond with equal passion after having no real contact with him for days. But still, the words gnaw at the back of your mind, forcing you to pull away with a gasp.

“It’s—this is important.” A small giggle bubbles in your chest as his brows pinch in irritation, lips chasing yours again.

He growls in displeasure as you deny him, arms tightening around your waist. One of your hands snakes between you, shoving against his chest lightly. He barely moves an inch, only giving you the tiniest fraction of space.

“I’m trying to tell you that I love you, you skxawng (idiot)!” You laugh, hand slapping against his chest lightly.

His brows lift, lips quirking into a tiny smile of disbelief. His wide eyes search yours, hot moisture blurring his vision. He blinks the tears away, a huge grin splitting his face as he drops his arms from around your waist. There’s barely a second for confusion to set in before his fingers hook the backs of your knees, pulling you off the ground.

You can’t help but yelp in surprise, legs closing around his hips instantly. Your ankles cross at his back, arms locking together behind his neck. There’s only an inch of space between you, just enough to smile down at him as he lifts his face toward yours.

“I’ll only ask once, I promise, I just need to hear it.” His eyes glimmer with hope, with desperation as they bore into yours. “Does this mean…?”

Fingertips dance along his temples, thumbs gently clearing the tears that have gathered beneath his eyes. Your smile deepens, heart swelling in your chest. For the first time in days, your mind is at ease. The pain in your chest is gone, replaced with nothing but warm affection.

“I’m yours, Lo’ak.” You watch as the whispered affirmation washes over him.

His eyes flutter closed, a contented smile lifting his lips. He lets out a sigh of relief, tense muscles finally releasing. One of his hands leaves your back to cradle your head as he guides your mouth back to his.

The kiss is gentle this time, soft and slow as he pours every last bit of his joy and love into you. You don’t even realize you’re moving until he steps over something, jostling your body in his arms slightly. You’re quick to deepen the kiss, limbs tightening around him.

He keeps moving, blindly carrying you to the place he knows his Ikran is waiting.

“I’ll send your stuff!” You hear Meg call out distantly, laughter shaking her voice. You wave her off without looking, without detaching yourself from Lo’ak.

The two of you keep moving like this, firmly wound together, lips passionately making up for lost time. Within another minute he has to pull away, reluctantly removing his lips from yours. His nose brushes yours, dragging up and down the smooth skin to maintain as much contact as possible.

“Hold on, baby.” He whispers, blindly connecting his and the Ikran’s queue before mounting its back.

You shift in his arms, surprise momentarily breaking the spell of rising lust. You hadn’t even realized it was here, didn’t even notice that he’d climbed the animal until warm hands gently guided you to sit in front of him.

Long fingers slip along your jaw, tenderly angling your face toward his. Glittering yellow shines down at you, a sort of broken uncertainty darkening it’s usual bright color.

“Are you sure about this? If you leave with me, I’m never letting you go.” He’s completely serious, voice rough as he makes the declaration.

If you do this, become his, there’s nothing that could ever pull you away from him again. He’ll stay by your side from sunrise to eclipse if that’s what it takes. Once you’re his nothing, and no one, will ever take you from him again.

“Lo’ak…” His name is a breathless whisper as your hands smooth over the column of his neck. “I’ve wanted you since you pointed an arrow at me, twice. I’ve wanted you since you taught me how to run, to climb, to hunt. I’ve wanted you during every training session, every game, every single moment we’ve been apart.”

“I want you. I love you. I see you.” Every affirmation is accented with a searing kiss on his lips.

You pull back, heavy-lidded gaze catching his as he shivers beneath you. The words cause a tremor to roll up his spine, stomach twisting with hot desire. It’s everything he’s been desperate to hear his entire life. The words, coming from your beautiful mouth, are almost enough to ruin him on the spot.

His lips claim yours in a rough kiss, a deep groan of satisfaction rumbling within his chest. His Ikran shifts beneath you, large wings stretching as if getting ready to take flight.

“Eyes on the sky, yawnetu (love).” You pull away with a laugh, believing that in his current state, he would actually try to fly blind if it meant he could keep kissing you.

He grins down at you, pecking your lips one last time before taking to the sky. You settle into him, head resting against his chest, the steady thrum of his heart calming your still fried nerves. The journey is short, within minutes you're on the ground once again.

Lo'ak jumps deftly from his Ikran, disconnecting their queues before lifting a helping hand in your direction. He grins up at you, unable to hide the overwhelming joy he feels at having you by his side again. It still doesn't feel real. A tinge of anxiety still plagues the back of his mind with whispers that it's too good to be true, that he doesn't deserve you.

The second your feet meet the warm earth, he pulls you into him, arm snaking around your back to press your front against his chest. His free hand cups your jaw, guiding your mouth back to his. Your arms curl around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer.

He walks you backward, groaning into the kiss. Warmth fills his chest, overwhelms his senses as he’s overcome with the desire to make you his. You don’t even realize where you are, not until the sound of running water fills your ears as you move closer to the source.

You break away from the kiss, trying soothe ragged breaths, eyes scanning the area. A grin splits your lips as Lo’ak maintains contact, skimming his mouth down the column of your throat. A shiver rolls along your spine as you hold onto him, heart swelling with love and appreciation.

He’s brought you to the pond, the place you’ve shared so many special moments. It’s fitting, you think, for your reunion to happen here. Moisture prickles at the corners of your eyes at the small act of thoughtfulness.

“Lo’ak, there’s—there’s something I need to tell you…” You pant, head tilting back as his lips kiss and suckle at your collarbone.

He hums against you in protest, his only response other than continuing to lavish your skin with adoration. Your brows furrow, hands moving to cradle the sides of his head. A tiny moan spills from your lips when he licks a slow line down to the swell of your breasts.

“It’s important.” You insist, the words eating at the back of your mind, threatening to break the blissful spell of his touch. Just the thought of telling him, of ruining such a wonderful moment, has your stomach twisting with anxiety. But you know it’s necessary. “It might change things.”

His head shakes in your hold, pulling away just enough to brush his nose along yours.

“Nothing could ever change how I feel about you.” The words are a breathless promise against your lips as he kisses them softly. “Please, just tell me after.”

He moves back again, rounded eyes boring into yours. Within the bright yellow swirls love, hope, worry, and finally, a tinge of desperation. He’s silently pleading with you not to do this, not to say anything that could potentially pull you from him. From this moment.

A soft breath leaves your lips, fingers smoothing into his braids. His eyes flutter, head tilting back slightly as the sensation washes over him. His shoulders drop, tension leaving his tired muscles as he gives into the feeling of the light tug against his scalp.

“After what exactly?” Your lips quirk into a tiny smirk, voice teasing as you watch him melt at your simple touch.

His eyes pop open, heavy-lidded and a bit dazed as they catch yours. “Did you really think you’d be leaving here without becoming my mate?”

A shiver rolls down your spine, heat settling in your lower belly at his hoarse tone. His sweltering gaze flicks to your mouth for a brief moment before his lips claim yours in a passionate kiss.

He can’t get enough. No matter how much of his skin touches yours, he wants—needs more. Something intense swells in his chest, makes him feel lightheaded, knees buckling under his weight. He folds to the earth slowly, taking you down with him.

You don’t skip a beat, easily settling into his lap. Your thighs part, creating space for him to slide between them as your knees press into the dirt on either side of his hips. A stream of low moans waft over you, and you realize he’s trembling.

Your hands smooth down his hair, cupping the sides of his neck gently. The soft press of your fingers under his jaw guides him back, just enough to allow you to pepper sweet kisses over the overheated skin of his face.

“Lo’ak?” You breathe, slightly concerned by his flustered state.

“I-I need…” His chest heaves with ragged pants as his eyes glimmer up at you, almost pleadingly.

It’s all too much, having you in his arms again. Knowing that you’re safe, that you love him the way he loves you, it’s overwhelming in the best way possible. The rush of emotion he’s desperately been avoiding for days crashes over him relentlessly, making his mind go fuzzy.

Sharp teeth catch your lower lip, slick center clenching with desire as you realize what’s going on. He’s fallen into this state before, after particularly hard days with his dad or siblings. It’s few and far between, his natural inclination toward dominance usually taking precedence.

Right now, he needs reassurance, praise, and you’re more than happy to give it to him.

“Okay, it’s okay.” You coo softly, lips trailing a searing path along his throat. His head tilts back, giving you space to explore sticky skin. “I got you.”

Your hips grind against the hard length trapped beneath his loincloth, your own garment moistening at the idea of taking care of him. His jaw goes slack, mouth falling open as soft moans rumble from his chest.

“Oel ngati kameie (I see you).” Your voice is a low whisper directly into his ear, tongue flicking against the outer edge.

It twitches under your light touch, flattening against his head. He shifts beneath you, a quiet whimper leaving his open mouth. Slowly, one of your hands snakes down his chest, his stomach, all the way to his straining cock.

His hips jerk when you squeeze him gently, warm breath fanning your chest as his forehead falls into you, grunting at the surge of pleasure. Gently, you untie the strings securing his loincloth, letting his cock spring free. It bounces against his stomach, heavy with desire.

“I love you.” You murmur into his hair, free hand massaging his scalp while the other lightly grips his cock.

Another broken whimper rumbles against your chest as you pump him slowly. His arms tighten around your middle, trapping your arm within the minuscule space between you. Warmth floods you system when he drags his fangs against your collarbone, suckling bruises into your skin along the way.

Your pace increases, fingers twisting so your thumb can catch the underside of his tip the way that makes him fall apart. His hips rut into yours, jostling you a bit, a low groan vibrating from his chest to yours. You can’t help but grind down onto him, seeking relief for your aching core.

His palms trail down your sides, long fingers curling around your waist. Without warning, he lifts you, easily maneuvering you into the position he wants. One of his hands grips your knee, untucking it from around his back so he can settle you onto one of his legs.

Heat prickles at your skin when your slick sex lands firmly against one of his thighs. The muscle flexes beneath you, creating much needed friction. You hum in satisfaction, rolling yourself over his leg at a steady pace.

His head lifts, heavy-lidded eyes searching for yours. But they’re already closed, head thrown back in ecstasy as the coil of pleasure tightens in your lower belly. They pop open at the sensation of fingers around your throat, squeezing gently to get your attention.

“Look at me, baby girl.” He rasps, trying desperately to stave off his mounting release.

Your breath hitches, an unbearably hot wave of desire landing between your legs at the sudden show of dominance. Your head lifts, eyes catching his in a heated standoff. His chest heaves, heart thrumming wildly between his ribs.

After a few beats you can’t take it anymore, the warmth in your core, the longing in your chest too intense to ignore for a second longer. Your free arm winds around his neck, fingers blindly searching until they find his queue.

A hoarse gasp lodges in his throat as you guide the thick braid forward, bringing it between your bodies. Your other hand leaves his cock, now coated with precum, quickly grabbing your own queue.

“Are—are you sure?” He pants, feeling like his chest might rupture at any moment. Excitement and apprehension swell within him, as he silently begs Eywa that you won’t deny him this time.

“Yes.” The confirmation is a breathless sound against his skin as you lean forward, pressing your forehead into his for support.

You’ve never been more sure of anything as you bring the ends of your queues together, tendrils curling into one another.

Sensation explodes within you, more intense than you’ve ever felt before. Every piece of Lo’ak rushes into you. His thoughts, emotions, the weight of your body against his. It’s all there, as if you’re experiencing it yourself. It makes your spine straighten, muscles tensing against the onslaught of stimulation.

Beneath you, Lo’ak’s eyes pop open, pupils blowing wide as he feels everything. Every shift and sway of your body against his. The way you love him, cherish him is overwhelming, the flood of affirmation swelling around his heart until he fears it may give out.

His skin warms, shocked at the depth of your feelings for him. It surpasses even his wildest dreams, the most outlandish fantasies he never allowed himself to dwell on. He can't help but moan desperately, hand leaving your throat to eagerly tear at the tie of your loincloth.

Once your glistening pussy is on display for him, he grips your hips, lifting you from his thigh to drag your slit along his throbbing length. A long moan falls from your lips, arms winding around his neck as he teases your entrance. The two of you have never done this, never gone this far.

You've both explored each other's bodies, brought each other pleasure, but this always seemed too intimate. Too sacred for anything other than this moment, when you come together as one before Eywa.

Lo'ak's entire body is quaking with the effort of holding back, of taking this slow for you. If it was up to him, he'd ram his cock into your waiting pussy hard enough to make you see stars, claiming you as his once and for all. But he wants this to happen on your terms, wants you to feel in control of how this happens for the first time.

“Just...just do it!” You gasp, seeing everything he's imagining so clearly in your own mind, the idea may as well have been yours.

“Fuck.” He groans, having forgotten about the bond, forgotten that your thoughts are temporarily shared.

His fingers twitch against your hips, hold tightening to an almost painful level. Growing impatient, you reach down between your sticky hips, fingers curling around his hard cock. He grunts against your temple, lips trailing a searing path down the side of your face.

You align his tip with your entrance, sinking down onto him in one swift motion. A loud cry leaves your lips, head thrown back as his thick cock bottoms out, stretching your slick walls. Your muscles spasm around him, the pleasurable sting bringing tears to your eyes.

“Shit! Slow down, baby. You're going to hurt yourself.” Lo'ak's jaw clenches, vice-like grip forcing you to still on his lap.

“I—I'm okay.” You pant, overcome with the unfamiliar burn of his girth inside you.

“I can fucking feel it.” He snaps, voice hoarse as he fights the urge to move. One of his hands curls around the back of your neck, jerking your head up so your eyes are forced to meet his. “Now ride me. Slowly.”

You have no choice but to obey the command, body responding faster than your brain can catch up. Your hips lift, eyes fluttering at the friction against your most intimate place. Heated gazes remain locked as you lower yourself back down, quiet moans fanning the skin of his face.

Your lips part, jaw falling slack as you find a comfortable rhythm. It's such an odd sensation, feeling both your body and his. You feel the way his cock throbs, aching to find release. The hardness, the strength against your soft warmth, it's incredible and overwhelming all at once.

Lo’ak grunts with every thrust, eyes fluttering when you clench and tremble around him. He leans forward, face nuzzling against yours until he finds your lips. The kiss is languid, passionate as your hips continue their unhurried pace.

The now familiar coil of pleasure in your lower belly makes your breath hitch, muscles tightening in preparation for an intense orgasm. One of your hands leaves his neck, knowing you need more to get there. This feels better than you could’ve ever imagined, but part of you wishes he would take control, would dominate you the way you know he wants to.

Your fingers have barely just grazed your clit when Lo’ak suddenly shifts positions. He raises onto his knees, arms holding you tightly as he lowers you onto the ground, until your back falls against the warm earth.

There’s only enough time to suck in a single breath before his cock rams into you roughly. The air lodges in your chest, spine bowing as white-hot pleasure grips you.

“Is this what you want, star girl?” He rasps into your ear, holding himself up with a hand on either side of your head.

You whimper at the nickname, uncontrollable moans falling from your swollen lips. Your skin scrapes against the coarse grass with the force of his thrusts as he fucks you hard. A yelp of surprise echoes through the trees when he nips at the skin of your neck, lightly enough not to draw blood, just to produce a pleasurable sting.

“Need your words, baby girl.” His hips tremble and jerk as his own orgasm quickly approaches.

“Yes, yes, Lo’ak! Fuck me! Make me yours!” You wail, moisture prickling at the corners of your eyes.

He growls, deep within his chest, pace becoming feverish as he chases both your release and his. One of his hands closes around your neck lightly, the other moving down to circle your clit. The moment his rough skin touches yours, you explode, the most intense wave of pleasure you’ve ever experienced ripping through you.

You scream, chanting his name like a prayer as your core tightens, clamping down on his cock before trembling with the force of your orgasm. He instantly follows, a long moan rumbling between you as he spills into your pulsing sex. His cock presses so deeply into your pussy he feels the resistance of your womb, the sensation making his eyes roll back.

“That’s one.” He pants above you, ragged breaths falling from his heaving chest as he leans back, sweltering gaze flicking over your glistening body.

“What?” Your brows pinch in confusion, mind hazy with lingering desire. Your eyelids droop, muscles falling slack beneath him as the afterglow of your release washes over you.

The corner of his lips quirks in a self-assured grin as he peers down at you, totally fucked out from his cock. It makes his chest swell with pride, a new possessiveness fanning the flames of his love for you. Now that he has you fully, now that you’re his in the eyes of the Great Mother, there’s nothing that could separate him from you.

“I’m making you cum at least once for every day that my own stupidity kept you from me.” He declares easily, loving the sight of your eyes popping wide in surprise.

“Oh, god.” You giggle, unsure if your body is up to the task.

“Come on, muntxa (mate).” He pulls his cock from your sopping pussy gently, shuttering at the way your walls clench around him. “Let’s get cleaned up so I can have my way with you again.”

You can’t help but match his huge grin, lips finding his in a sweet kiss as he helps you onto your feet slowly. His arms wrap around your waist, hugging you to his chest as he gradually lowers you both into the cool water of the pond, queues still connected.

A contented sigh falls from your swollen lips, head rolling back into the soothing water. This is how the two of you spend the remaining hours of eclipse. Swimming, kissing, murmuring sweet nothings as you make up for lost time. Lo’ak makes good on his promise, lavishing your body with levels of pleasure previously unknown well into the night.

By the time the sun peaks around the moon, you’re fast asleep against the earth, back flush to his chest, arms and legs entwined. The outside world totally forgotten as you sink into each other, into the newfound bond you share.

Inside your little bubble of bliss, nothing can hurt you, can try to tear you apart. You relish in the warmth, the love you two share. As long as you have that, it doesn’t matter what’s waiting for you around the corner.

The dark storm clouds of doubt have long parted, replaced with a calm assurance that no matter what reality greets you the next day, you’ll walk through it together.

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