#the memories of Neteyam fading

[eywaseclipse]

Crazy to think that at some point in time, Tuk will have been alive longer than she’s known her brother 💔💔💔

[tallulah477]

Keep Me Warm

Kinkmas Day 1: Cockwarming

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Na'vi!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Neteyam, Somnophilia, Fingering, P in V, Cockwarming, Obsessive/Possessive behavior

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Happy Day 1 of Kinkmas!

Summary: Neteyam wakes up from a dream, hard and aching, and can't help but want to feel you wrapped around his cock, keeping him warm.

Translations:

Tewng - Loincloth

Tìyawn - Love

Mawey - Calm

He wants to be inside of you so badly.

Your warm body is pressed snuggly against his front, his arm slung securely over your waist to keep you close. Even his tail has wrapped itself around your thigh, intent on keeping you next to him even in sleep - as if you would ever want to be anywhere else.

His dreams so far have been kind, yet cruel.

You star in all of them - your beautiful body teasing him with promises of fulfilling what he wants. He had you bent in half, twisted around and into yourself as he plowed into you from whatever position he wanted. He still remembers how you looked, dream you mimicking real you to the point where it's difficult to see the distinction. The overwhelming intensity and pleasure written clearly on your face when he fucked into you, the same one you wore just earlier in the night as he dragged orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body with his tongue, and then his cock. 

You had both been exhausted before the night ended, sweating and panting as you moved together on the woven mat inside your shared hut, cut off from the rest of the world. Just you and him, together - both in the physical sense as well as the literal. Him inside you, stretching your walls out as you writhed underneath him, him fitting inside you like a perfect puzzle piece. 

The dreams are beautiful, realistic and sweltering in the way he knows being with you to be. But they are brutal when they ultimately crash into reality, the excitement coursing through his body enough to cause the dreams to break down around him, your false image fading into nothing but a memory as he jolts awake - hard, aching, and unsatisfied. 

It’s a testament to how obsessed with you he is that even in his dreams he can’t stand to be away from you for even a moment. He needs to feel it - needs to feel how your pussy clenches around his cock, trying to suck him in further and refusing to let him free. Needs to feel how wet you are for him, so he knows that he’s the only one who can ever make you feel that turned on, that desperate, and oh so fucking needy for him. 

He needs to know he’s not the only one dying for it.

His fingers move lightly against the soft skin of your stomach, knuckles sliding back and forth just above your belly button before dipping lower, fingertips tracing the invisible line of where the band of your tewng would sit, if you were wearing one. His lips brush gently against your shoulder, pressing kiss after kiss along the available canvas of skin until his lips nibble playfully on the back of your neck. The sensation would have sent you into a fit of giggles had you been awake. But all it does is make you tilt your head slightly, nuzzling further into the mat, a heavy sigh falling from your lips - but still, you don’t wake. 

Neteyam’s roaming fingers travel lower, sliding between your closed thighs and working his hand between them with practiced grace. He’s always been insatiable when it comes to you. You knew that going into the relationship with him, and there've been many nights where you’ve woken up with his hand between your thighs or his cock sliding against your ass. You’ve never minded before - you love the idea that he needs you so bad he can’t wait to have you. And your body unconsciously reacts to his demanding touch.

He groans against your shoulder when he feels how wet you are already - so soft, and silky, and slick for him. Were you dreaming about him too? Thinking about how you need his big cock inside you more than you need air to breathe? 

His fingers play around in your wetness as he mouths at the back of your shoulder, long skillful fingers circling your clit and he hides his grin with his teeth pressed against the curve of your shoulder when you moan quietly in response. His cock throbs against his thigh, the swollen tip smearing precum along one of your asscheeks when he can’t help but rock against you. 

He can’t take it anymore, can’t wait another second without feeling your soaked pussy wrapped around his needy cock. Neteyam moves carefully, movements slow and purposeful so as to not wake you. He climbs over your sleeping body, holding himself over you for a few seconds just to watch your eyelashes flutter and the gentle rise and fall of your chest. You look so peaceful - so comfortable and at home on your shared mat.

Great Mother, he wants to eat you alive.

With another skillful movement, he’s on his side again, this time in front of you so you’re face to face. He leans forward, tongue daring to swipe across your bottom lip, just wanting to taste you, his large hand cradling the back of your thigh. He hauls your leg up, hooking your thigh around his hip, spreading you out just enough for him to slide his cock against your dripping folds. The quiet moans that fall from your parted lips as the tip of his cock glides past your clit are like music to his ears.

He positions himself at your entrance, the head nuzzling carefully at the wet hole before slowly pushing inside. His breathing is shallow as he pushes in further, feeling every single inch of your tight, gummy walls as they contract around him - making room for him and welcoming him into their depths. Your face changes the deeper he goes, eyelashes fluttering more abruptly, cheeks twitching as your moans turn into pitiful whines. 

Your eyes fly open the second he bottoms out inside you, desperate whimpers of his name caressing his eardrums as your hands reach out for him, still dazed and eyes glassy from an interrupted sleep. He quickly wraps an arm around you, sitting up and pulling you with him so you sit flush on his lap as he coos in your ear. 

“Shh, tìyawn. Relax,” He whispers. “Just wanted to feel you.”

“Teyam, please,” You whine, arms winding around his neck to keep him close. You’re fully awake now, the large cock currently sitting in your guts is making sure of that. 

He feels so big inside you, so hard and thick as he keeps you split open on him. You can feel how his cock twitches inside of you, pulsing against your walls. He lets out a shaking breath when they flutter around him, the wetness from your core running down and dripping over his swollen, heavy balls.

“You feel so good,” He breathes, golden eyes slipping shut as he shudders. “Made for me, right? This pussy was made for me, to keep me warm and safe.”

You can’t help the way you pant, dripping on him and making him all wet and sticky with your slick, hips unconsciously trying to rock against him to get any kind of friction. But he doesn’t move - doesn’t lie back and tell you to ride him, doesn’t flip you over and start the punishing pace of pounding into your already battered cervix until you see stars. Instead, he keeps you there, gentle hands sliding soothingly along your back to keep you calm as he kisses your cheek.

“Mawey, ma y/n,” He says, groaning slightly when you wriggle on his lap a little too much, the clench of your pussy around his throbbing cock is almost enough for him to put an end to his little game. He quickly grabs your hips in his strong hold, keeping you still despite your confused cry.  “Mawey,”

Your hand unwinds from his neck, snaking down play with your aching clit, but you only get one small touch at it - just enough for a shot of pleasure to shoot up your spine at the touch - before his hand pulls yours away again.

“Behave,” He warns, kissing your palm and guiding your hand back around his neck. 

“Teyam, move,” You beg. “Please move.”

Neteyam shakes his head and silences any continued begging with a slow kiss. “I’ll fuck you, I promise. Just keep my cock warm for a little longer, okay?”

**Special thanks to @neteyamsyawntu for the prompt!

Taglist: @eywaite @loaksulluyswife @erenjaegerwifee @f-cklife @beautiful-brown-skin-05 @anastasia1777-blog @localjasmine @tsewtx @skywonder @neteyamswillow

[chaethewriter]

You're dead to me [9]

dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

warning: english isn't my first language, angst, fluff, gore, idk how hospital stuff works.

Word count: 3,4k

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Jake Sully's eyes shot open, immediately rising his upper body from the mossy ground. He gasped as he felt a pain pierce through his body. His body was covered in cuts and wounds, blood dripping from his head. His memory was restoring as his brain was processing what he saw: you on the ground dying. He remembered your rolled-back eyes as blood dripped from your mouth and nose. Truly a traumatic sight. He frantically looked around the warzone, in search for you. You were in his arms what felt like mere seconds ago. What happened? Where were you? Dead Na'vi lay on the mossy ground, some were headless while others had their limbs broken, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. He got up from the ground, ignoring the pain shooting through his spine as he frantically looked for you. He wanted to scream, cry your name. Yet he couldn't, it felt like his vocal cords were ripped out of his throat, no sound able to leave his lips. Running past the dead bodies and not seeing your face, he didn't know what to feel: sad because he couldn't find you or happy that you weren't dead. The world around him turned black, the sky pitch black as everyone around him disappeared. "Daddy?" He collapsed on his knees as he saw you in front of him, small little girl with a plushie in your hands. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move one bit, his legs paralyzed and he felt hopeless once again as his physical body didn't respond: just like his human body. From behind you, Jake could see someone emerge from the shadows. The black figure had a knife pressed to your throat, "daddy help!! Daddy!!" He tried his best to raise his legs, move his fingers, anything, but nothing worked. The tears rolled down his face as the knife dug into your skin, eventually slicing through your throat, through your skin. You fell to your knees, the plushie he brought you falling to the floor. "Daddy.." you mumbled as the blood left your throat, spurting out as you fell to the ground. Jake Sully looked at the scene in front of him in horror. He wanted to look away, but something was stopping him from doing so. As if someone was holding his head into place and keeping his eyes from shutting. If one could hear his scream, it was one out of a horror movie. He felt himself shaking frantically and then everything once again faded to black.

You felt your body being shaken and a faint voice calling out your name. You tried to focus on your surroundings and regaining your consciousness. Your arms were flat on the ground, which made your bare hands touch the ground. Dirt, dry to the touch. You could feel the wind blowing, you were outside. That's when you remembered. You were in a warzone, a battlefield. "Sissy please!!" You tried to move your fingertips as you heard a familiar voice. Neteyam. His arms were wrapped around you as he carried you bridal style. Your head twitched toward his warmth as you slowly opened his eyes. You felt dizzy, everything looked blurry to you. But you could see blue figure holding you, the blue figure that is Neteyam. He was all scratched up himself, but no worse than you. The main reason being that you saved him with your push, the scratches from his fall rather than from the explosion. He ran through the warzone, all the way to the back which the enemies didn't reach yet. "My people, take the supplies and fall back to high camp!!" His voice boomed as he ran to alert his people. "Seze!!" He proceeded to screech as he called for his Ikran. He named his Ikran after his mother's late Ikran. She told him his Ikran resembled it as if it was meant to happen. Like mother like son. Seze landed on the ground, its wings flapping through the air as it screeched for Neteyam. He quickly made tsaheylu, the bond, as he jumped on his Ikran with ease with you in his arms. Your body was all bloody with blood dripping down from one of your eyes, seeping into your mask. It made you slightly choke on your breath. "Neteyam..?" You saw red and blurry all at the same time. "Yes sissy it's me, don't worry you'll be okay. I got you." You saw his lips moving as he spoke, but you could barely make out what he said, your ears ringing violently making your headache. When Neteyam's Ikran took off into the air, the impact made your head spin. The three of you soared through the sky and back to high camp. Neteyam apologized with tears in his eyes whenever you complained in babbles or whined in pain, the aggressiveness of his flying making this entire ride uncomfortable and painful. Yet he couldn't take his sweet time. He had to get you help as quick as possible.

"Lo'ak! My son!" Neytiri, who was soaring into the sky this entire time to take the enemies down, watched as her son's Ikran flew at the speed of light. She was mostly busy in the sky. With the enemies that suddenly came attacking with what the humans call missiles, she was mainly focused on killing. The missiles did great damage to the teams on the ground, so she could only hope there weren't many losses. Neither Neteyam nor Lo'ak called the enemies in, so when he flew past her, she tried calling after him when he neared her, but to no avail. She could see him holding onto a huge figure when he was close. He didn't hear her calling, which was surprising considering their good hearing. Was he ignoring his own mother? She couldn't fly after him and even if she did she wouldn't be able to catch up with him at that speed. She took note to lecture him how dangerous that was and how he was disobeying direct orders. He was supposed to be a spotter with Neteyam. She also wondered where her oldest son was, but for now there were more important things to do. With no other spotters as Lo'ak flew off, Neteyam was nowhere to be found. And where was her mate? Her Jake? Worrying wasn't her main priority at the moment. She was a trained warrior, daughter of the Tsahik. She had her people to take care of, so the only thing she could do right is watch over her people while praying to the great mother her family was alright. "My people, take the supplies and fall back to high camp!!" She caught the screams of her oldest son as she watched him carry you in his arms, all bruised up and bleeding. What in the hell happened?

"GRANDMOTHER!!" Neteyam was the first of the war party to arrive back in high camp. Everyone was cheering at the return of the future Olo'eyktan, but instead of them coming face to face with their mighty warrior, instead they saw a broken young boy in front of them as he held onto your limb body. Mo'at emerged from the rowdy crowd with Kiri, her hands to her mouth as she saw the condition you were in. For a second her strong facade dropped, but then the serious expression returned to her face, "come, follow me." Neteyam wished his grandmother could walk faster as he followed her footsteps, incredibly impatient to know the current condition of his sister. The four of them entered Mo'at's tent and Neteyam immediately put his sister down on one of the makeshift beds. Kiri went to remove her clothing, not even taking her sweet time with the buttons and zippers: she full on cut the clothing off you with her hunter's knife and throwing the shredded pieces behind her. They had to work on you as fast as possible. "What in Eywa's name happened?!" Kiri asked once she finished removing your clothes, stepping away to let the Tsahik do her job. She rushed to the table with herbs and medicines, taking anything that would help reduce your pain. "It all happened so fast and then (Y/N) pushed us away from the explosion and then dad came and tried to protect her but then the explosion went off and then I found her." He rambled on and on, clearly in panic and not thinking straight at all. He wasn't even thinking about his father, who was shielding you from the explosion and probably got the most damage. He fell on his knees as his hands were buried in his braids, "this is my fault, oh eywa, I'm so sorry sissy, please be okay." Kiri's eyes almost fell out of her sockets, "dad is wounded??! Where is he?!?!" She was ready to walk up to Neteyam and shake the living soul out of him, but Mo'at stopped her with her arm. She gave her granddaughter a knowing look. Kiri's gaze softened as she looked at the condition Neteyam was in, tears rolling down his face as he hyperventilated. He was the closest to you, after all.

"OUT OF THE WAY!!" The moment Lo'ak landed in the cave, he jumped off the Ikran with his father on his back. "I NEED HELP! PLEASE HELP!" Jake Sully wasn't breathing, with no groans of pain or curses leaving his lips as he was bleeding everywhere in this condition, Lo'ak knew he had to prepare for the worst. Norm, still in his avatar and who was also at the raid, landed right next to him. He saw everything happen from a few miles away. From the moment you ran away from the explosions, to the moment Jake Sully stepped in, took the hit, and watched his body ascend into the air as he knocked right into one of the crashed helicopters. As one of the Na'vi healers wanted to go up to Lo'ak and help, Norm grabbed Lo'ak shoulder, "follow me! We need him at the lab and hooked on the machines!" Norm knew the spirituality of the Na'vi, wanting to heal their people in the most natural way there is, but no herb could save the condition Jake Sully was in. Maybe Mo'at could perform a ritual, but at the moment hooking him up to machines was maybe the best way for now.

You stirred as Mo'at performed a ritual on you, all kinds of emotions rushing through your body. It felt like your pain slowly disappeared, like an anesthesia that started having an effect. You still saw blurry and your ears rang, but you felt safe knowing the figure holding onto your hand, "Te-" you felt incredibly weak, not even able to say his name. A metallic taste entered your mouth and touched your tastebuds, making you whine. "I'm here sissy, you will be okay." Your mind started wandering back to the explosion. You should have been dead. You were in the middle of the explosion. How were you okay? You pushed your little brothers away to protect them, so who protected you? You tried your best to remember the event, everything was still a mess in your head, but you knew you felt a familiar warmth before you blacked out. Protective. Fatherly. Your eyes widened at the realization. "Where's daddy.." you were weak, but the words managed to escape your lips. Your frantically moved your arms as you wailed, "papa." Neteyam brought both of your hands to his cheeks, hoping his touch would somehow help you. Your sobs left your lips as you cried, the strong warrior facade disappearing as you were now a daughter crying for her dying father. He protected you from the explosion, he stood there as he tried to take most of the hit. After your behavior, he still decided to protect you. Again, you felt the guilt and pain eating you from the inside. You killed their father, her mate. You weren't stupid, you knew what an explosion could do. Kiri took a cloth as she herself felt her eyes tear up, rubbing the skin under your eyes to wipe your tears. "I'm so sorry." Was the one thing that left your lips as you continued wailing, your two siblings sharing your pain with Mo'at quietly finishing the ritual. He was in Eywa's hands now.

"Papa! Let's sit here!" You were carrying a basket in your hands that was almost the same size as you. The two of you were in the city, as you wanted to have a father-daughter date with your dad. You ran to a bench right in front of the mall, putting your basket down as you tried to climb and sit. Jake Sully wheeled your way, as he raised you by your waist to lift you onto the bench. "Thank you papa!!" You giggled and put the basket down next to you, "papa sit here too?" Jake chuckled as you stared expectantly at him. He positioned his wheelchair and raised his butt, quickly moving it to the bench. With your help by holding onto his waist, he managed to sit down. The wheelchair rolled a bit as he moved, but with his feet still on the chair, it managed not to get away. "Thank you babygirl." He pressed a kiss to your temple with a smile. You giggled, feeling incredibly satisfied, as you turned to your left and reached into the basket. "Papa hungy?" You babbled as your head disappeared into the basket, making Jake roar into laughter. "Hey where is my baby?!" He looked around extra confused as he acted like he couldn't see you, his laughter still escaping his lips. You drowned in a fit of giggles and raised your head, "papa here!!" He moved closer to you and tickled your stomach, "are you trying to hide from me! Are you trying to hide from me!" You shook your head at his question, laughing and moving so much to the point you almost fell off the bench. You truly were his home.

"His brain activity is very high for someone that's in terrible condition." Lo'ak watched Max from his seat as he spoke, some device in his hand he thought was called a tablet. "What does that mean?" Lo'ak didn't know any of the smart terms used, he was confused. Was that a good thing? Was his father ever going to wake up? Max taps the tablet as he shrugged, "there could be a spiritual answer to this. Something is happening, something unexplainable." Norm, who switched out of his avatar body, stood next to Max as he watched the screen, "Could it be something similar to connecting to the spirit tree?"

"Do you mean visions?" Norm nodded in response, "He may be in Eywa's hands now." Lo'ak watched his father's expressionless face. He looked so peaceful, without any worries. Whenever Jake looked at him, there was always a frown on his face as his forehead would be creased. In front of him was an expression he never saw on his father before. He never imagined that he would miss that annoyed expression Jake would flash toward him whenever he would cause trouble. He just wished his father would wake up.

Jake felt himself floating, his body fading into nothingness. His eyes were expressionless, as the scene of you dying repeated in his head. "I can't.." he mumbled to himself, believing that you truly had died and that he failed in protecting you, that he was too late in wrapping himself around you, not knowing he was the one in the worst condition. At this point, he closed his eyes, wishing he just died. He couldn't do it without you. "You're terrible, you know that right?" A voice echoed through the darkness and the familiarity made him open his eyes. It was a voice he didn't hear in a while. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't on Pandora. This was earth. Not a sight of green as he stood in an empty city. It wasn't just a city, it was the city he grew up in. The vibe was very gloomy. He looked at his hands, still blue. He was still Na'vi. "Jake, bro don't just ignore me like that." His eyes twitched at that same voice. He looked around, and when he did his surroundings changed. He knew this floor, these walls, and the pictures decorating the mossy green walls. This was his childhood home. He stood in the hallway and slowly made his way to the living room. That's where he saw himself. No, not himself. That wasn't him. It was the only person that looked identical to him. "Good to see you, Jake." Tommy grinned from his seating position on the couch. "Tommy?! You're supposed to be dead! What are you doing here?!" A laugh escaped Tommy's lips in return, motioning for his brother to sit with him, "And you're dying as well, so what are you trying to say?" Jake frowned at that statement. He was dying? What was happening? "You know, you're pretty terrible." Jake took a seat on the much smaller couch in comparison to his size, as he listened to his brother, "how come?"

"Well, first of all, you're a terrible father for both little (Y/N) and your children by blood. Leaving her alone for a new life, THEN!! Then you proceed to also be a terrible father for your Na'vi kids. If I was still alive in my avatar body, I would have been a good man." Tommy explained as he sat back, his hands on the back of his head. Jake wanted to reply, but for some reason, he couldn't talk, as if his mouth got stolen. "Let me finish my talk. You're barely spending time with your kids like a father. Treating them like little soldiers and healers instead of your dad. Then, you try to win little (Y/N) over, proceeding to completely ignore your kids in this process. You're so terrible. And now you're dying!! Wow! The great Jake achieved nothing and he's on his deathbed!!" Tommy clapped while laughing, but Jake couldn't do anything in return. His lip quivered. Was he that bad of a father? He failed everyone around him. His family was his fortress, but he couldn't even be a proper father. "Now now, don't cry. You can come back to life, maybe!" Tommy threw his hand in the air and suddenly Jake could talk again. Sobs left his lips as he got his voice back, "I'm so terrible."

"Good that you realize that!"

"You're not helping, Tommy!" A scream left his lips as he said that. The tears rolled down his cheeks as the realization hit him so hard. "I'm helping though! I'm here to tell you you can live again!" Tommy hit Jake on the back of his head. "But how are you here in the first place?!" This entire thing confused Jake. Was this Eywa's doing? Tommy never went to Pandora and he isn't even connected to a spirit tree. So how? "Listen, I'm as confused as you. But I have been haunting you in my ghost form you know? Anyway, as I was saying. How do you feel about a third chance?" Jake's gaze faltered at that question. He didn't know. He failed as a father, so many times. Did he deserve this one? His second chance was going to Pandora to change his life for the better, but it made him leave his daughter. Now he died, knowing he failed as a father while family was his main priority.

Just what did he do to deserve to live?

A/N: thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you thought. <3 sorry if this part was kinda lacking, been tired.

Taglist in the comments!!

[korizzybee]

Imagine being Jake Sully’s and Neytiri’s adopted daughter, child of someone who was an old friend of Jake’s:

Info: reader’s mom’s avatar had darkskin black features (Afro hair + dark eyes + dark blue skin) so reader also has those features, reader has an Jamaican accent, reader is Navi Avatar hybrid and has 5 fingers and eyebrows, reader is 13 years old

Boom your mom was 5 years old when she moved from Jamaica to North America, she and Jake became childhood friends (more like they became soul siblings)

The same day the RDA recruited Jake, they recruited your mother too

She also spends time observing the Navi and learning their ways with Jake, but Tsu’Tey was her teacher instead

As she lives there for months, she and Tsu’Tey fall in love and mate at the tree of spirits (JAKE N NEYTIRI DUUUUPE)

She and Neytiri actually became pregnant at the same time, literally shortly after they both mate with their men at the spirit trees

Your dad dies during the war yada yada yada, they win and skip boring stuff

For some reason when Neytiri has her baby, your mother is unable to give birth to you and she remains pregnant for 2 more years

The pregnancy drains her energy, making her look even skinnier and her skin color fade as her cheeks become hollow

When she finally gives birth and before she dies she whispers a name that’s a mixture between her’s and Tsu’Tey’s

Neytiri holds your small crying form silently shushing you while Jake cries over your mom’s dead body, she was like an older sister to him

Jake adopts you and when you’re old enough he starts teaching you about your human culture as it was a big part of your mother’s life and she loved her culture more than anything

This leads him to also explaining why you’re different from all the other Omaticaya, but he also explains it’s not a bad thing

You growing up with mixing your life with both your Navi and Jamaican cultures

You are the closest to Neteyam, he’s SOOOOO protective over you (you are his favorite shhhh don’t tell Lo’ak)

Since you’re a lot shorter than your older siblings, you often get carried by them

Jake teaching you so much about humans, pop culture references, music tastes n everything!!!! (Girl you literally take inspiration from his teachings and make your own clothing style out of Navi clothes)

Neytiri making you the most beautiful song cord ever about the love story of your mom and Tsu’Tey and your birth

You and Kiri bonding over both being adopted

You and Tuk are so goofy together, always making Neytiri laugh n shi

You two also bond over being the babies of the family

You and Lo’ak always playing tag in the forest

You immediately loved spider when you all first met him as little kids, (I mean, your mom was once human so you didn’t hate them at all)

ALWAYS wearing your mother’s Na’vi and human hair pieces and your father’s necklaces

Jake teaching you how to fight the human way because your mom was better than everyone in the RDA at that

Going to the Lab with Kiri to see videos of your moms together (they also grew to be close friends and would sometimes just make videos of them being stupid together)

Jake and Neytiri are the only ones allowed to do your hair (your mom taught them how to take care of Afro hair once), they make sure your hair is always healthy

You look so much like your mom but you get your smile, eye shape, and bodily markings from Tsu’Tey

When you can’t sleep, Jake would tell you his childhood memories about your mom

You’re a very spiritual child, always talking with a calm voice, you’re a little shy and always have a good opinion on everyone (girl while Neteyam finna future clan leader, you’re the future Tsahik)

Boom Quaritch bitch ass shows back up (YALL IM SORRY BUT HIS AVATAR IS SO FINEEEEE) and y’all have to flee

You have your own Ikran and she’s named after your mother (let’s just call her Irie)

Y’all make it to the lands of the Metkayina and Ronal starts hating on y’all for being different then she points out how your hair and looks over all are different from your family’s

Neytiri hissing at her as Neteyam and puts you behind him side eyeing Ronal, Jake defending your looks (W DAD)

Y’all get to live among the clan and lowkey….Rotxo he kind of crushing on you I mean not tryna be that one writer butttt uhhh you are the prettiest member of your family (behind Neytiri no one beats her)

You and Rotxo lowkey be flirting with your eyes, giving each other shy looks and blushing like middle schoolers

BUT ANYWAYS THAT’S IT FOR PART 1 IMA DO A PART 2 (this has been marinating in my drafts for months)

[vampsywrites]

balance of life. PT.2

synopsis: from this dance with darkness, hear rebirth's whispered grace. see love's flame rekindled as grief is erased.

pairings: olo'eyktan! aged up! neteyam x tsahik! fem! reader

tags: mentions of death, trauma, grieving, funeral, blood, out of body experience, ritualistic behavior

☄️part 1 💫

"Please," Neteyam's tears drip onto your pale face, fingers trembling as they brush against your blood-stained skin, gliding across your flesh with an almost desperate tenderness, as if his touch alone could heal the wounds that mar your body.

The battle rages on around you, the chaotic sounds of war blending into muffled ringing. In this moment, time stands still, and the world around you fades into shadows.

"'Teyam…" Gasping for breath, you feel a final heave escape your body before everything is consumed by a blinding light.

NEYTIRI

It’s Neteyam that haunts her dreams the most.

It was the way he clung to your body, molding it against his, as if in a futile attempt to fuse your fading spirit back into existence.

It was the way his hands, once revered and celebrated, now carry the weight of his guilt; Marred with a deep crimson and tainted by the mark of his failure.

And it was the way fear seized those golden eyes, a haunted gaze that bore witness to the crumbling of his world.

The clan had already began the preparations for your funeral. And though it has only been a week since it happened, it lingered like a festering wound, refusing to heal.

In the late hours of the eclipse, Neytiri found herself alone in your vacant kelku. Once a warm and comforting space, it now stood devoid of life. Neteyam, deeply affected by your recent death, couldn't bear the atmosphere in the pod. It had stirred up painful memories which prompted him to move out, longing to escape the reminders of your presence that haunted him.

The glow of the night illuminated the walls as Neytiri hummed to herself quietly. In her hands, she held onto your songcord, tracing every bead, feather, and gem with an utmost care. The song that had once been yours now lived within her, a cherished melody that brought solace in moments of darkness. Closing her eyes, Neytiri let herself be carried away by the memories, allowing the echoed memories of your voice to envelop her.

A sudden brush against her arm startles her awake, aureate eyes shooting wide open. She quickly scans her surroundings, searching for the source of the unexpected touch. That is when her gaze settles on the soft glow of an atokirina, gently floating down until it lands onto your songcord, resting on a specific bead.

REBIRTH.

It was the very first bead on your songcord. A plain wooden square intertwoven with purple tendrils, symbolizing your rebirth. It represented the day you became one with the people, the day you were born anew.

The atokirina floated upward and out of the pod, brushing against Neytiri. It felt like an urging, a sign for her to follow.

Taking a deep breath, she rose from the wooden floors, her grip on your songcord firm. Stepping out of the pod, she was greeted by a sudden chill that seemed to course through her. It was as though she had forged a connection with the earth itself, feeling its presence resonate within her. A powerful thump reverberated through her body, sending tremors that hinted at your lingering presence in the air and the soft whispers carried by the wind.

"Ma Eywa," she gasps out, rushing after the atokirina. "What is this, Great Mother?"

Guided by the woodsprite, Neytiri arrives at a clearing that feels strangely familiar. With her feet anchored firmly in the soil, she gazes upward, captivated by the shimmering bioluminescent leaves adorning the trees, resembling stars. As she takes a deep breath, Neytiri surrenders to the tranquility of the moment, shutting her eyes. The symphony of forest sounds and the gentle touch of nature embrace her completely.

An overpowering sensation surged within her, causing her muscles to tense involuntarily. Waves of energy coursed through her body, causing her limbs to writhe and contort, as if responding to an unseen force. Beneath her feet, the grass throbbed with a pulsating rhythm, emitting radiant rings of light that expanded outward, like echoes of a beating heart.

"Sa'nok?"

Caught by surprise, Neytiri gasps, her trance abruptly broken as her gaze lands on Neteyam standing before her. Tears stream down her cheeks, evidence of the overwhelming emotions that had enveloped her. Her body trembles, still shaken by the otherworldly experience she had just undergone. Sinking to the floor, she finds herself overwhelmed.

Sensing her distress, Neteyam rushes to her side, his hands gently running up her arms as he anxiously asks, "What's wrong? What happened?"

She faces her son, a ghost of a smile gracing her lips. "I heard her, Eywa's voice has reached me," she whispers.

Neteyam's eyes widen with surprise. "What did she say?" he asks eagerly.

Neytiri's hand rests on her racing heart as she collects her thoughts. After a pause, she speaks.

"From this dance with darkness, hear rebirth's whispered grace. See love's flame rekindled as grief is erased," she gasps out.

Her words hang in the air, creating a pregnant pause, before she continues, her voice filled with hope.

"She will come back to us, Neteyam. Our prayers will be answered."

"Ting Mikyun Ayoer, Ruxte, Ma Nawma Sa'nok!" Neytiri's voice booms, carrying an unbridled power that reverberates like a primal growl. As she utters the sacred words, her hands ascend through the air. The earth crackles and hums with a raw power, responding to her fervent invocation with an electric surge of energy.

"Srung si poeru, Ma Eywa!" The collective voices of the people unite, their intertwined hands clinging tightly as they sway back and forth upon their knees. In response, the towering tree before them pulsates with an extraordinary surge of force. Rings of iridescent light emanate outward, casting a celestial glow across the open expanse.

"Eo Eywa oe ‘ia, eo Eywa oe 'ia," Neytiri surrenders herself to the rhythmic chants, her eyes rolling backward in a trance-like state. After a prolonged minute of fervent chanting, she abruptly ceases, snapping her eyes open. With a commanding gesture, she signals for the others to halt their chants, bringing a hush over the gathering.

"Srung si poeru, Ma Eywa," Neteyam repeats, kneeling beside your limp body as he intertwines his hands with yours. Alongside him, Mo'at raises her hands, a sacred spice cascading from her fingertips, delicately dusting your body.

This sacred rebirth ceremony holds profound significance, as it marks the first of its kind since the days of the first songs. Neytiri, assuming the role of Tsahìk in your absence, guides the ceremony, for it was she whom Eywa had contacted.

Neteyam, quick to react, extends his arms and delicately cradles your lifeless form, drawing you close to his chest. In a gentle whisper, he softly calls out your name, as if his voice could serve as a beacon to summon your spirit back from the realms of the departed and into the embrace of the living once more.

And then, in response to his heartfelt plea, a low whimper escapes your lips as your eyes flutter open. They struggle to focus at first, but eventually, they settle on Neteyam's face.

"Ma'Teyam…?"

Silence hangs in the air, stretching out the seconds as Neteyam absorbs the reality before him. A choked cry wrenches itself from his chest. He struggles to comprehend that you aren't just another phantom haunting his dreams, but that you are real, truly here with him. Relief washes over him like a tidal wave, intertwining with joy and a bittersweet hint of lingering sadness. It plays across his face, a complex tapestry of emotions writ large for anyone to see.

"Yes," he heaves, voice carrying both tenderness and a hint of watery emotion. "Yes, it's me, yawne. You're here, you're back."

A wide grin spreads across Neytiri's face, her heart swelling with uncontainable joy at the sight of your revival. Turning towards the gathered people, she addresses them with exultation in her voice, "The Great Mother has heard us! She has returned!" Her words ring out, carrying a shared sense of celebration and renewed hope.

Consumed by an overwhelming surge of longing, Neteyam leans in with urgency. It feels as if the mere act of not touching you will rend his skin apart, spilling forth the crimson of his love.

With a desperate groan, he crashes his lips against yours in a searing kiss. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, teeth clashing and tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. Every sense is heightened as he savors the sensation of your cool skin against his, lost in the euphoria of your return.

The atmosphere erupts with jubilation as the crowd joins in, their cheers and shouts blending into a symphony of delight.

"My girl," Neteyam laughs lowly against your lips, an overflow of tears streaming down his cheeks. The warrior then pulls away and burrows his face into the crook of your neck. Gritting his teeth, Neteyam does his best to hold himself together but try as he might, he can't stop the sob that slips from his lips. "Oh, my sweet girl."

Feeling a bit disoriented but still filled with love, you raise a hand and tenderly cradle the back of Neteyam's neck. A gentle smile graces your lips as you speak in a hushed whisper, "I'm here. It's okay. I'm here."

As the last note of your song fades into the air, your hands gently release the songcord, letting it fall to your lap. Leaning back, you find solace in the comforting embrace of your beloved. Neteyam's strong arms envelop your torso, holding you securely as he presses his body flush against your back. His lips trace a tender path along your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that go up your collarbone and to your jawline.

In the distance, the sounds of celebration echo through the air as the clan honors your remarkable rebirth. However, seeking a moment of intimacy away from the festivities, you and Neteyam sneaked away, yearning for precious moments alone together.

"Srrìri tìreyä. Ma Eywa, ma Eywa."

With a low giggle, you tilt your head back, planting a gentle peck on Neteyam's cheek.

"I thought," Neteyam's voice suddenly quivers with a rare vulnerability, his battle-hardened hands, weathered from countless struggles, tenderly gliding up the curves of your sides. Each touch is laden with the weight of his fears. "I thought I had lost you forever, syulang."

His words hang in the air, laden with the profound weight of his anguish. They unveil the nights riddled with torment, where sleepless agony engulfed him, entangling him in a web of restless nightmares. The mere thought of a life without you by his side loomed like a suffocating shadow, darkening every aspect of his existence.

In those dark hours, he became a prisoner of his own mind, tormented by the phantom presence of your absence. The echoes of your laughter, the touch of your hand, and the warmth of your embrace haunted his every waking moment. It was as if fragments of you lingered in the corners of his vision, teasing him with fleeting glimpses that dissolved into cruel illusions.

"Oh, Neteyam," you tenderly call out his name, the sound of your voice pulling him away from the depths of his mind. With utmost care, your hands reach up and caress his sharp cheeks, their touch gentle and soothing. As your fingertips brush against his skin, Neteyam realizes that they are damp with his tears. Had he been crying?

With his lips quivering, Neteyam bows his head, his vulnerability laid bare. "I thought I had lost you," he says.

"You didn't," you reassure him, slipping back into his lap and wrapping your arms up and around his broad back. "I am here. Safe and sound with you."

As Neteyam's trembling subsides and his tears dry against your comforting touch, he surrenders himself to the solace of your presence, seeking refuge in your embrace. Bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight and bioluminescence, the world around you seems to fade into insignificance.

With a sigh, Neteyam closes the remaining distance between you, his lips descending upon yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The touch is gentle yet full of fervor, as if each brush of his lips conveys all the love and longing he has harbored during your time apart.

Moments pass, and you eventually raise your head from his, breaking the kiss but keeping your bodies intertwined. His warmth envelops you, and silence follows.

"Nete," you begin, your voice soft but filled with a hint of playfulness, "I have a feeling that I won't be allowed to work for the next few weeks…"

Neteyam grins, a spark of amusement flickering in his eyes, and his chest rumbles with a deep, booming laugh.

"Oh, absolutely not," he responds, his voice a gentle murmur against your ear. His warm breath tickles your skin, causing a pleasant shiver to dance down your spine. "You're going to be under my constant watch. I will make sure you rest and recover properly. No arguments, yawne."

You playfully pout, feigning upset, but deep down, you're filled with gratitude for his unwavering care and love. As you snuggle back into his embrace, you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back, a comforting cadence that anchors you in the present moment.

"Oel ngati kameie," Neteyam whispers against your temple.

"Oel ngati kameie," you hum, smiling up at him.

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☄️part 1 💫

[simpforboys]

the gift of eywa

neteyam sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: kiri gives you the best birthday gift

warnings: ATWOW SPOILERS!! flashbacks, mentions of nightmares/death/blood/gunshots, some angst, fluffy end, kiri is powerful af, depression

you and neteyam are 18-19.

this is based on a theory (or rather hope) that kiri is going to bring back neteyam for the 3rd movie and i need it to happen.

the dreams constantly got worse.

endless nights of tossing and turning, the horrible memory of what happened that night.

the night you lost your mate.

immense panic washed over you as jake helped you, lo’ak, and spider bring neteyam’s wounded body onto the rock-covered island.

“watch his head!” you shouted.

tears filled your eyes as you rested his head gently in your lap, his fading eyes looking up at you.

jake lifted his son to see the bullet went cleanly through the lung. you saw the way his face fell and knew eywa was coming to meet your mate.

“no… no! my neteyam, look into my eyes.” you stroked the boy’s hair in the way he absolutely loved.

his eyelids were fluttering as his chest went from rising and falling rapidly to almost a complete stop.

“until we meet again, my y/n…”

the constant pain of knowing your mate died in your arms was horrible.

that night happened two months ago. for two months you’ve received pitting looks from your people.

the most you’ve slept is probably twenty six hours throughout the sixty days, even though they started to blend together now.

you cannot remember the last time you smiled. genuinely smiled.

the remembrance of neteyam lived within the clan, as his energy went back to eywa with his funeral.

meeting neteyam when you were 15, the two of you immediately clicked. everyone in the clan knew you were going to be mates.

the day of your 18th birthday was when tsaheylu occurred. the night you officially became neteyam’s, and neteyam officially became your’s.

“are you sure?” neteyam looked over your glistening face, the white dots glowing perfectly under the tree of souls.

“positive.” you gave your soon-to-be mate a smile, grabbing your braid.

neteyam grabbed his, connecting your queue to his. the feeling was powerful, unlike anything you could imagine.

two souls had finally become one.

being mates of course came with the closeness of family. the sullys grew very fond of you, neytiri saw herself in you.

besides neteyam, you grew close to kiri. she became your good friend, someone you could go to when neteyam was being a skxawng.

and kiri noticed the way your face lost some of its color. you became numb, dull, and heartless.

it was very rare for mates to pass so young. and unfortunately, eywa has passed that fate upon you.

it made you bitter. people would bring you care baskets and you would shame yourself for getting pity.

but deep down, you knew neteyam would not want you to be sulking. he was such a bright soul, he would want you to live for him.

live. living; alive. it felt wrong to do without neteyam. the last time you felt alive was when you rode on neteyam’s ikran over the sea to the metkayina village.

the travel was rough, through storms and late nights. but neteyam made it special, he would let his ikran fly and would focus on you.

sometimes it felt as if his hands were still on you, holding you the way he used to.

you had become a little thinner from the lack of food you were ingesting. it was hard to do anything nowadays.

your ilu missed riding with you and would often swim up to the marui pod to check on you.

and kiri had enough.

her deep connection with eywa made kiri begin to research, to ask ronal questions.

and one day, kiri snuck out of the pod and went down to the spirit tree. she connected her queue and instantly, eywa heard her.

eywa had heard kiri’s prayers, neytiri’s sobs, and your broken heart.

the great mother had given one more chance.

kiri snapped her eyes open, seeing neteyam’s body in the center of the tree. she swam over, gently shaking her brother.

her heart almost stopped when neteyam’s eyes met hers.

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your nineteenth birthday had finally arrived. the first birthday in years you would spend without neteyam.

the sullys had given you gifts, to which you sadly thanked them. tuk had crafted you special little piece, a heart with you and her oldest brother.

it brought you to immediate tears, to which neytiri just held you as you cried in her arms.

“i miss him.” you sobbed into her chest.

neytiri had quickly grown into the motherly figure in your life ever since you left the high camp.

“i know…” neytiri softly cried, petting the top of your head in a soothing way.

she gently sung a soft tune into your pointed ear. your rapid heartbeat began to soften.

unbeknownst to you, kiri was leading neteyam back to awa’atlu. the great mother had brought her brother back, and knew this would be the best birthday gift she could give.

the metkayinas erupted into shouting as they noticed the boy who once died, now alive and smiling.

he wanted to see you.

neytiri’s ears perked up from the shouting. jake peeked his head out of the pod, seeing his once deceased son riding on the back of an ilu.

“what the hell-“ jake quickly ran out of the pod.

curious, tuk followed.

“tuk!” neytiri called after the youngest, getting up from her position.

lo’ak came running into the pod, grabbing you from your slumped position.

“what do you want?” you groaned.

“you have to see this, y/n!”

you stood up, peeking out of the pod to see the metkayinas surrounding what appeared to be kiri.

you narrowed your eyes, carefully approaching the crowd. neytiri’s sobs were heard from hundreds of feet away. the omatikayas were hugging something, kiri’s smile wide.

as you got closer, it seemed as if all eyes were on you. when you finally focused your gaze on what everyone was crowded around, you met bright yellow eyes.

his bright yellow eyes.

“neteyam…” you gasped.

“my y/n.” your mate smiled at you, his tail high in excitement.

you approaching the boy you grew to love in a slow and cautious manner.

“h-how?” you stuttered, reaching your hands out to hold his face in your hands.

warm, soft, and blushing just like they always were when you touched him.

“the great mother has given me a second chance, thanks to kiri.”

you looked at kiri, a tear in her eye as she grinned at you. “happy birthday.”

the amount of tears that flowed out of you in that moment almost seemed impossible. you jumped onto your mate, crying in his arms.

the metkayinas cheered from eywa’s gift.

“happy birthday, my y/n.” neteyam whispered into your ear.

you began to fall to your knees in the sand, neteyam holding you tightly against him. “mawey, y/n. mawey. i am here.”

eywa had finally heard your prayers. and now that you finally had your mate in your arms, you were never going to let him go.

[rayassecretlife]

Visions in my mind

Pairing: Aged!up Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Summary: What if Neteyam never died? You struggles to deal with the memories of that horrid night, seeing your mate breathless, but Neteyam is here to comfort you, make sure you know he isn’t going anywhere.

Warning(s): Mentions of blood, Mature Language, Mentions of death.

Memories were supposed to be something people loved, something that gave people hope for a better future—but for you, memories only ever brought terror and nightmares back into your life you swore you got rid of.

It had officially been exactly 2,191 days, 72 months, and 52,560 hours since your life changed forever; since you and Neteyam’s life changed forever.

6 years after your mate almost died.

Years ago, you accompanied the sully’s on their move to the reef due to your lack of parental attention and your huge crush on their oldest son that nobody knew about. You were very close with the sully’s growing up, and you knew you’d stick by them whenever they needed.

But that night, something was so different.

You remember waking up on that beautiful day, going swimming with Tuk and Neteyam like you always did to start your morning. The day was fine, perfect almost, but as it got darker you could sense a pit in your stomach and you didn’t know what it could have been.

Now you believe it could’ve been early mate senses… but nothing could have prepared you for what happened that night.

You remember the urgency in Neteyam’s voice when he calls to you and Tonowari’s children, telling you all that Lo’ak was going to save Payakan from the demon ships and of course, you had to go after him.

You remember when all seven of you tried to pull the tracker out of the Tulkun, praying you had got it out in time. You remember Neteyam rushing away with the tracker on his Ilu without even consulting you, trying to draw away the ships. You couldn’t have been more worried so you followed.

You remember seeing him safe, making you so relieved it was insane, but you’d never forget the look on his face when you started to swim towards him.

“Y/N!” Neteyam’s voice slowly fades as you feel the sharp pain in your back, your cries muffled by the water. You felt the strong arms pull you above the water and before you knew it, the demon spawn himself was above you.

“Well, look what we have here” He chuckles, reaching down to cup your shivering face. You could still hear Neteyam’s voice but could also feel the ship moving, and you knew neteyam wouldn’t be able to make it. “Think your on the wrong side of the reef, kid” You hiss, reaching your hands up to claw at him but he quickly shifts away, laughing hysterically at your antics. “Feisty, huh? Sure your not sully’s kid?”

You remember the endless amount of pain you went through, watching bodies drop around you like they were nothing. You were only 15, and you were chained up on a boat, listening to a man threaten the only family that ever loved you. He’d make you talk to them, and you could still hear Neteyam’s words to you when he got the chance to talk. He was so worried, and felt so guilty for your kidnapping.

You remember when Kiri, Tsireya and Tuk were strapped down right next to you, forced to hear all the threats the man made to Jake. The constant comforting Tuk with your words, the constant praying to Eywa under your breath, and the constant hope for Neteyam to save you. You didn’t care what happened to you, you just needed him to be okay. You needed to see him again.

And finally, you remember getting off the ship alongside the sully boys and Tsireya, but just as you were about to turn to Neteyam, you saw his distress clearly.

“Neteyam?” You notice how he’s struggling to keep himself up in the water, placing a hand on his arm to help but he only cries in pain, making you immediately retreat. “Nete, what’s…” That’s when you notice the way his hand held his heart, and how his coughing was slightly hoarse, but you definitely weren’t prepared to see the blood filling the water. “No, no, no—“ You repeated under your breath, looking back at his brother who was laughing with spider.

“Come on bro!” Lo’ak slips onto his Ilu, calling for Neteyam who you were helplessly trying to keep above the water, begging him to stay with you.

“You skxawng! I’m shot” Neteyam informs his brother and all of their faces drop, your hand pressed against his wound so hard it made him since. “Y/N… Y/N I-“

“Shit! We have to get out of here!” Lo’ak rushes to your aid, helping you lift his brother onto the Ilu. His breathing was slow and very heavy as you sit behind him, your horror only growing for the boy. The wound, it was big. His back bled profusely even when you covered it, a slight cry leaving your mouth as Lo’ak rode the Ilu to shore.

“Y/N” Neteyam repeats for the hundredth time and you hear him, responding in your shaking voice. “D-don’t cry, Y/N” You shush him, telling him to save his breath. You were so afraid for him, he was losing so much blood.

“Don’t worry about me, okay? We’re gonna get you help. We’re gonna patch you up and your gonna be fine, Okay?” You ramble in his ear, placing a small kiss to his shoulder which even with the gunshot pain, still made his heart flutter with joy.

You remember having to help him onto the large rocks, meeting with Jake who was clearly distressed trying to figure out what was wrong with his son. All of you were there, and you were sitting right next to him with a comforting but sad smile as you caressed his face, trying to calm him down.

“Your gonna be okay, I promise” Your tears are falling and Neteyam notices almost instantly, even with his shuttering chin and fearful eyes. “Your gonna be okay a-and we’re gonna go back home—to the forest and your grandmother. We’re gonna take that Ikran ride we’ve always talked about, and I’ll even let you teach me how to fish” A small laugh leaves your broken voice, breaking through your sobs. “Just look at me a little longer, okay?”

“Y/N…” His touch is so weak against your cheek, wiping your tears with one swipe of his large thumb. Jake watches the two of you, a huge lump in his heart as he heard the calls of his nearing wife. “I… I lo…” You shush him, biting your lip harshly as you wipe his own tears, shaking your head. You didn’t need him to speak, you knew. You knew it all from the beginning.

“I love you too” Neytiri is approaching quickly, rambling words as she kneels to her son, capturing his gaze away from you. Neteyam’s body is shaking heavily, and his eyes are even more frantic then before. He was terrified.

“I want to go home” He stutters horrifically as Jake holds the side of his face, eyes softening at his sons request.

“I know, we’re goin’ home” Jake soothes, pleading voice as he spoke to his oldest son.

You remember the emptiness you felt once his hand fell from your face, the fear in your heart as you heard his mothers wearing cries for him. Neteyam, the strongest boy you knew, the mighty warrior… the only boy you’ve ever loved, was gone.

But by the grace of Eywa, not forever.

Neteyam fell into a deep coma for weeks, and you remember every moment you laid away next to him, praying every night and day with your hand stuck in his own. You wanted this nightmare to be over, to be able to hear his sweet voice again. Nobody understood how he survived but you weren’t questioning anything, only hoping he’d wake up soon to wrap his gentle arms around you for one last time.

The two of you didn’t wait to express your feelings for one another when he awoke, and you definitely didn’t waste any time in your relationship to do everything you promised each other, whether that be flying, fishing, making food, etc. you did it all.

You’d spend your nights sneaking away from everyone together, laying against his chest under the stars until the sun came back up, talking about the future and what it held for the two of you. He was your other half, and with him you felt whole again.

Except for when you fell asleep.

Six years later and your still waking up with the nightmares of that night, and you could still see his blood staining your hands whenever you spoke of it. You’d spend the rest of your relationship worried sick for him, always urging him to stay home because of that night.

Jumping when you heard gunshots, holding Neteyam extra tight when he came home from hunting, you did everything you could to be close to him. He was Olo’Eyktan and you were his Tsahìk, just like you talked about when you were younger, but that also meant his duties were much more dangerous.

“Y/N, take a deep breath” Neytiri’s voice chimes in from behind you as you pace the room, biting on your nails. Neteyam was supposed to be home hours ago in time for dinner, even his warriors were in their homes by now, but he was nowhere to be found. “He is probably just-“

“Why would he leave for this long? I cooked him dinner and… and I waited for him where he told me to” You turn to her, tears brimming your eyes already. Neteyam was almost always home on time, knowing the trauma it puts you through when he isn’t, and it didn’t help that you were pregnant with your first child, which made your mood swings even worse. “He won’t even pick up when I page him…”

His mother stands to her feet and walks over to you with a gentle smile, placing her hands on your shoulders. “He is alright, He can take care of himself” She tries to reassure you but it of course doesn’t work, seeing as you just shook your head making her sigh. “Y/N, you cannot stress so much. The baby-“

“I’m going to look for him” You don’t waste a second as you pull away from her, grabbing your bow that sat on the wall. Pregnant or not, you were going to find him if you had to. But of course, you were stopped once again before you could.

“Your not going anywhere, Y/N” The hoarse voice sighs, blocking the doorway from your view. You look up at the man with a mugging expression, pushing his chest multiple times until he grabbed your hands. “You have to calm down, you’ll hurt the baby with all this stress, kid”

“Get out of my way, Jake” You command with a calm voice, but he wouldn’t budge. You hiss, pushing him again. “I am your Tsahìk!” Jake sighs, looking over to his wife who already had her head in her hands, rubbing her face. But even with you being Tsahìk, you knew you had no power over your husbands parents. “Please just… just let me look outside” Your voice is shorten by your tears and you don’t even realize how badly Neytiri feels for you, having to go through this same exact thing with Lo’ak and Neteyam after that night.

He soon moves and you walk out without hesitation, looking around high camp for your mate. You could smell him, and his scent was getting stronger. You tell his parents to stay behind but they obviously don’t, seeing as you were pregnant and going out by yourself when they still didn’t completely trust the sky people that worked on pandora.

You follow his scent until you spot his Ikran, your eyes widening as you practically ran towards it, hushing it’s frantic movements. “Where is he, girl? Where is Neteyam?” You caress her face, eyes begging for her to tell you but before she could even make one more noise, a small grunt was heard from behind you.

And to your horror, you saw Neteyam sat with his back against a rock, hand holding his stomach and his breath uneasy like he was trying not to scream. “Neteyam” Neytiri ran over to him, kneeling down to his injured body. You on the other hand, were frozen in place. “It’s just a cut, it’s fine” Neytiri reassures all three of you but you still make your way over to him, your body filling with anger when he looked at you.

“Y/N-“

“I can patch him up” You tell his parents, watching as they lift him up to his feet. He had s large gash on his side, as it his own Ikran did it. He tries to talk to you but your ignoring his every call, walking with them until they got to your cave, setting him down on the mat on the floor. “Thanks-“

“Y/N, go easy-“

“Thank you” You close the cloth covering to your cave’s opening before his parents could finish, still hearing your husbands calls from behind you. “Just stop it, Neteyam” That’s how he knew you were angry, you called him his full first name which you never did.

“My Tìyawn, please” He begs as you sit down in front of him, dipping a cloth in the warm water before running it along his skin, listening to him hiss in pain. “I tried to call you-“

“I don’t want to hear of it anymore, Okay? Just let me-“

“Y/N” His hand cups your face, lifting it to look at him. “I’m so sorry, My love. I… I can’t imagine the hell I put you through when I was gone” You watch as he pulls something out from behind him, showing you the small bowl. “My pager died when I was going to get that relieving lotion you like to use for your feet, because I know the baby hurts them a lot. I also went to get your favorite fruits because I realized we were out of them and I-“

“Neteyam” You were still so angry, but you saw how sorry he was, how worried he was for what he did to you when you were here and he wasn’t. “I’m not mad. I just… I don’t know how many more times I can do this” Your eyes are now staring into his, and you can see his face soften as a tear slips from your eye. “Everytime i wake up next to you and you don’t wake up when I call you I—“

You choke out your words, lowering your head so you didn’t have to look at you mate. Neteyam knew you had nightmares, but there was so much more to it.

“I can’t stop seeing your lifeless body under me—I can’t… I can’t stop seeing your blood on my hands. I-I can’t even bathe without you because I’m so afraid something will happen to you and I’ll find you again” At this point, your throat is clogged with sobs and Neteyam can’t do anything but pull you against him, wrapping his strong arms around your small frame so firmly, you couldn’t even try to excape. “I’m so fucking scared of losing you again, Neteyam. I can’t even stay home by myself anymore”

“It’s pathetic, I know” You scoff, wiping your many tears. You should get over it, you knew that, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t get over the fact that he died in your arms, and now scarred you for the rest of your lives together. “I don’t mean to be a burden for you I just-“

“You are not a burden” He said sternly, grabbing your hands in his but making sure to keep your eyes on him. “Your my mate, Y/N. My wife, my Tsahìk… you are everything to me” He continues truthfully, even growing slightly teary eyed from the subject. He vividly remembered that day, but hearing you talk about it made him so upset. “I promised myself to you because I love you—because your anything but a burden to me”

From the moment Neteyam met you, he knew you were going to be his forever. When he smelled your scent, when he heard your soft voice, when you’d put him in check but always keep him on his toes—you were exactly what he needed, and now he looks at you like your the only girl in the world.

Which is why the two of you stare at each other for what felt like forever, not even having to say anything before you pull him into a tight hug, and let out all your tears once his arms are wrapped firm around you. Words can’t explain the love you have for each other, and you definitely wouldn’t try. His calm voice shushes you, rubbing your back as your hands get lost in his hair, like they had been finding their way home.

“Don’t cry, My love. I’m here, I’m right here” You sob as he places his large hand over your stomach, feeling the small kicks of your first born who was soon to be brought into the world. Neteyam knew the reason you were worse from your pregnancy. You were a fighter before, one of their best warriors but when you got pregnant, Neteyam wouldn’t let you do anything. He was afraid of your baby getting hurt, afraid of you getting hurt. “Can you look at me, Pretty girl?”

You sniffle, wiping your tears one last time as you pull away from him, resting your hand on his above your bump. He reaches his free hand toward your face and brushes a piece of hair from it, a smile across his lips. “Stop doing that, I have to clean you up” You already knew and it made you laugh, pushing away his hand from your face.

He doesn’t say anything else, only cupping the side of your face to pull you into a kiss. Your ears peek at the sudden contact, and you place your hand on his leg for support, giggling against his lips when you felt his tail brush your thigh.

“I’m not going anywhere. You are my home, Y/N. I’ll always come back to you” The both of you sigh, leaning your forehead against each others, noses pressing together. “How about we sleep outside in the hammock tonight? Watch the stars while I rub your feet” You smile, biting your lip to hide it. “How’s that sound, Beautiful? Just you and me, all night under the pandora sky?”

You hum, leaning into him again to kiss him one last time. He knew exactly how to make you feel better. How could you deny that offer? You pull away with your lips pressed together, a smile forming with a small laugh as you run your hand over his chest, ghosting over his cuts.

“Right after we clean these wounds, Pretty boy”

Ehhh, this is okay. Kind of rushed….

Sorry for the inactivity!! It’s been a hectic week but I’m on spring break soooo 😏

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concept, cause the dynamics at play would be super interesting:

when Tuk and Neytiri are sucked into the hold of the Seadragon, what if Spider, unwilling to watch another one of this baby siblings, nor his siblings mother (despite everything cause he's a good kid), die without doing anything, jumps in after them?

they're now stuck in a flooding ship, spider knows his way around to a decent extent, they're all tired, they're all scared, they're all hurting. they have to depend on each other for survival.

Neytiri has to not only trust Spider, but has to follow his lead, has to trust him to guide her around a demon ship, has to untrust not only her own life, but the life of her youngest child to this boy.

Maybe they're separated, they have to find one another (my personal favorite scenario is that Tuk and Spider are together and he has to try and find her/guide Neytiri to him)

Spider taking Neytiri and Tuk's arms so they aren't separated by stray currents and raging waters (a parallel to "Sully's stick together"). Spider talking them through the breath holds he learned as a kid in case his mask malfunctioned before bringing them through the depths of the submerged ship (parallel to Jake and Lo'ak)

anyway. I just can't stop thinking about it. think about it.

Neytiri is faced with the fact that Spider jumped in after her and Tuk. he came for them, he put himself in danger to save them, to save her daughter. even after what she did to him. even after she held a knife to him, after she cut him, after she intended to kill him even after Kiri was released. he still jumped to her aid, even if he could have stayed with Kiri above deck where he was safe, he could have just aided Tuk and left her behind, but he didn't.

and there's so many ways to play with it and the aftermath. like.

Spider dragging both Tuk and Neytiri up the surface, trying his best to keep the trio afloat (namely Neytiri who was much less adjusted to the water and is exhausted by the night they've had) as they hope and pray to be reunited with the rest of their family.

maybe the stress gets to them and Spider just starts apologizing. I should have fought them harder. I shouldn't have let Lo'ak and Neteyam try and leave with me, I would have been fine. I should have seen it coming, should have taken it myself. it should have been me. my baby brother shouldn't be dead.

maybe he becomes partly delirious as he too gives into exhaustion, the big brother in him being the only part of him left coherent, so he takes Tuk close, whispering prrnen tsmuke [baby sister] over and over into her braids, assuring himself that she's safe and unharmed. he keeps praying to the Great Mother for his siblings to return to him unharmed. maybe he keeps asking where they are, if they're safe as his awareness fades and his memory weakens. all of his siblings. asking if Neteyam is ok, only to remember he's gone the second the words leave his tongue.

Jake and Lo'ak finding them when they come up with Payakan, both worse for wear, exhausted, clinging to one another, the only thing keeping their heads above water being spiders life vest, Tuk cradled between them. what a sight.

Neytiri watching as Spider looks over each of his siblings, taking them close, holding onto them as if they will be ripped away from him. the realization that he would die before he let that happen again hitting her like a ton of bricks the second she sees the look in his eyes.

a peace being made between the two in the wake of this event. spider silently claiming the role of big brother (he always was, but he had to pretend he wasn't. with Neteyam gone, he can't pretend he's not anymore), Neytiri silently agreeing.

idk man. it would be interesting.

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txe'lan

txe’lan [t’ɛʔ.ˈlan] n. heart

Anonymous Request: Can I request a Neteyam fic where his female mate was with his siblings without him exploring the forest like in the first part of the movie and they get captured by the RDA and are rescued by Jake, Neytiri and Neteyam. They all escape but his mate doesn’t realise that one of the recom soldiers is behind her and he shoots them with his arrow saving her and she runs straight into his arms him hugging her tightly consoling her. Jake goes up to them both asking if they’re okay and pulls them both into his arms and comforting them. They all return home and Neteyam and his mate go to a quiet corner in his family’s place and both lie down facing each other arms around each other in silence and just touching each other gently as they both need to feel that they are both safe and need reassurance. His mate eventually cries softly and gets closer to him for comfort thanking him for saving her and he reassures that he always will save her calling her his favourite Na’vi pet name for her whilst wiping her tears with tears in his eyes too and she kisses him to distract him?

I love this request - please excuse any errors, I've only seen the movie one time so I'm going off that memory! In this fic, Neteyam is 20+, while Kiri, Tuk and Lo'ak remain the ages they were in the movie.

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A rancid RDA avatar holds the base of my braid tightly, sending shockwaves of pain into my skull, keeping my body tense and on edge.

I followed Neteyam's siblings to keep them out of trouble as they wandered through the woods, looking at the wreckage from the great battle, and wound up knee-deep in shit myself. Neteyam is going to kill Lo'ak, and Neytiri is going to kill me.

I look over to Lo'ak, who's being held by someone who is obviously the leader of this troop of backwards soldiers.

"You're his, aren't you?" the solider says, narrowing his eyes and smiling in a sinister way that sends chills up my spine. What I would not give to drive a knife deep into the flesh of his synthetic throat.

Lo'ak tries to hiss, but the pressure on his braid makes it come out hoarse, and I struggle against my captor once more.

"Settle down, girl," he says, his mouth too close to my face. He smells like pa'li shit.

I hear the sound then, and look to Kiri and Tuk. Their eyes are wide. They heard it too.

Short. High pitched. Any of these idiots would have thought it was an animal - but we know. It's their mother, Neytiri, letting them know she's close by.

Relief floods through my veins and it's only moments later that arrows fly. Kiri is freed, and shortly after Tuk. In the commotion, I'm able to throw my captor off me. There is a knife tucked into his belt, and I grab it, plunging it into his heart.

I don't have time to watch the light fade from his eyes, though I might like to. I have never killed before - but I would kill anyone who would hurt children, and that's exactly what Tuk, Kiri and Lo'ak are.

I turn, looking around as I crouch over the body, and I see Neteyam, running for me. At the sight of my mate, I stand up. "Neteyam!" I scream.

"Duck!" he screams, and I obey without question, crouching back down on all fours.

His arrow zips above my head, landing squarely in the chest of the RDA soldier that I did not even know was behind me. A gun falls from his hand, and I realize I was seconds from death.

I stand up, and sprint towards my mate. He puts his bow around his chest and opens his arms, beckoning me to him. I collapse once I reach him, and he has to wrap his arms tightly around me to hold me up.

Now that I know I'm safe, my body feels weak, and I'm flooded with a mixture of relief and terror. "I'm so sorry!" I say through tears. "I was trying to keep them safe, to convince them to turn around... but they wouldn't, so I followed them. I failed you."

"Shh, shh," Neteyam whispers in my ear. "You're all okay."

"Neteyam, Y/N!" Neteyam's father, Jake, appears next to us. Just behind him, I see Neytiri with the three kids. "Are you okay?" Jake grabs my arm, looking me over. He glances over my shoulder and sees two bodies.

"Did you...?" he asks Neteyam.

"Y/N one, me the other," he says, and Jake's face falls. I know he wants to keep Neteyam from violence, but now that he's a man, and a mated one at that, it's impossible to keep either of us from war.

Jake pulls us into his arms, and we both hug him.

"You did what you had to do. I'm proud of you," Jake says.

It helps to calm me down, but only just.

--

We all return home together with minimal admonishment from Neytiri - who tells me I should have gotten the kids to turn around, but she knows how Lo'ak is. Neteyam calls Lo'ak all manner of names, but I know he's glad his siblings are safe.

Neteyam pulls me aside, away from everyone, to our tent just next to his family's.

"Are you okay?" he asks again, pulling me down so that we're sitting on the floor together.

"Neteyam, that was... I thought they were going to hurt Tuk, or Kiri, or Lo'ak. When I killed that man, I felt nothing, Neteyam. It was right, to kill him."

Neteyam nods as he listens.

"Those men are demons! But I am not a warrior, Neteyam. I did what I had to but... I do not like killing."

Neteyam pulls me close to him, and lays us down on the floor together, so that we are facing each other, our noses nearly touching, our legs intertwined.

"Take deep breaths, Y/N," Neteyam says, and I realize my breathing is coming in and out rapidly, and I'm having a hard time calming down.

When I close my eyes, I see that gun, and the man lying dead on the ground. If Neteyam had not been there - I would be the dead body on the ground.

He places his hand on the side of my face, gently rubbing his thumb over my cheek.

"You're safe, my txe’lan."

Slowly, with Neteyam's quiet encouragement and gentle touches, my heart rate and breathing slow down.

"Thank you for saving me. I would have... I'm glad we are all safe. I will never let your family be in danger again, if I can help it."

Neteyam places soft kisses all over my face, slowly, taking his time with each. His hand is over my heart now, and I hold it there.

"My txe'lan, you are my family. They think of you as their own, too. We all protect each other. Sullys stick together."

I lean forward, pressing my forehead to his, finally feeling safe. "Sullys stick together."

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Disconnected. (Sully family x reader)

she may have seemed peaceful to Mo’ak on the outside but inside…Y/n was going through war. She never liked resting because her dreams always haunted her…

*y/n’s dreams*

The forest was filled with an Erie silence…water droplets falling onto the muddy floor..traces of footprints imprinted.

Mo’at’s voice caught Y/n’s attention…it didn’t terrify her own grandmother that her granddaughter was walking in blood..

“Do you blame yourself?”

Y/n was taken back and her voice hitched in confusion

“…what?”

“Well it’s quite common for someone like you to feel some kind of…guilt.”

“…what situation?”

The young girl never told anyone about her best friends death. The dead’s child family decided to keep it a secret and protect Y/n’s privacy.

“The accident.”

Y/n was suddenly pulled away back into darkness and drowning in a puddle of her best friends own blood, gasping for air. She yet again had another panic attack.

“Are you tormented by memories?”

Y/n’s final gasp woke her up.

*

The sudden shift back to reality felt sickening. She woke up to Mo’at arguing with Neytiri and Jake.

“How do you go about defining good and evil?!”

Jake was angry, you can hear it in his voice.

“I can tell you right now that child is more good than evil! You are more worried about your reputation than your own kids, and you know it. The same thing as worrying about other people’s opinion instead of your own child!”

“My kids come first to me-“

“Going from one child to the next? Instead of giving them proper time to grow and love them properly? Please.”

“We have a happy household.”

There it is, that same statement Neytiri always makes in different wording. All. The. Time.

Y/n was infuriated sitting there…her grandmother’s saw exactly what she was ashamed of. It brought Y/n to tears, she had to face her own reality.

“Well your kid doesn’t look very happy to me. Really?”

The was a sense of disbelief in Mo’at’s voice, anger and frustration to get snap on her daughter whom she never placed pressure on….

It was visible to everyone, Y/n was broken and she can only be pushed so much till she…well you know how her story would end if she was pushed further.

In that moment all of the screaming and arguing faded away while another’s mind watch Y/n from a far…watched how she cried in frustration unsure on what to do or how to feel when someone like her grandmother finally recognizes her.

Neteyam. Her older brother, he told the rest of the siblings he was going to make sure their home was clear but he lied. Curiosity took the best of him…and watching Y/n show real emotions sent shock waves.

*neteyam’s flashback*

Y/n was always so strange to watch. She was silent and you could never tell what she was feeling.

When I was upset…I usually blinked quicker or shifted but Y/n’s look never showed much. My own little sister was better at everything compared to me, my father just pushed past it. When I was younger and didn’t know better I just figured she was doing everything wrong but now…now I know that’s not true.

So every time father yelled or screamed at me when we were younger, I took it…but it never worked that way for Y/n at the time, when she was younger she couldn’t take it at all. The small tears would fall, the moment she turned around.

“Y/n! Wrong! Again! Are you kidding me? Do better. I don’t know why people don’t say you have confidence. You are the cockiest kid I’ve ever worked with and yet you do everything wrong.”

We watched Y/n train for four hours already…it was now about to be five. She continued but the blood on her fingers didn’t fail to fall like her tears once she looked down at her feet for a small breather.

How can I take it? I wonder. Y/n’s ‘tougher’ than I am. Why can I take it?…and Y/n can’t.

my mind pondered on all the right answers but…then I knew. Training was the only thing Y/n loved and now that passion was gone. Y/n loved training when we were much younger, it gave her thrill until now…

That was the only time I saw Y/n cry. I always believed Y/n was a perfectionist…but looking back at the way our father corrected her every time…it was him not her.

*

So there Y/n was crying while watching her grandmother reveal all her true emotions, for the first time Y/n looked and acted like a child….she resorted back to her younger self.

“You’re making her upset Mother! This is you-“

Y/n spoke up for her grandmother but it was clear in her voice she was exhausted and in pain.

“Im not upset because of grandmother. Im upset because of you. You did this! Throughout my entire childhood you have made me the outcast-“

“Really Y/n? Name one time! I outta tell you kid you better pick your words wisely before your grounded.”

“Again? Is this your solution to everything still?…you just don’t get it. You have always put me again my siblings and constantly perfect me on everything. You have said to me, to a child! the only reason I get complimented on doing everything right is because everyone is delirious. Who does that? You’re awful.”

“You leave right now Y/n! Now! I mean it. I will not have you behaving like this! It’s what you always wanted right?! Go!”

Y/n froze in place and her shoulders fell in defeat…this is what they always wanted, a reason to kick Y/n out.

Mo’at reached out for the now lost girl while her parents just watched.

“Y/n! Don’t disappear, do what you want, as long as you stay with me. I see you my grandchild-“

Those were the exact words Y/n needed until it was cut short with Mo’at falling in her arms. The young girls eyes looked back and forth directly at Mo’at before y/n’s body leaned forward with her grandmothers limp body, falling slowly down with her…letting out the most heart wrenching scream at her grandmothers blood leaking all over her and leaving a stain on her already broken heart.

“Nooooo!!”

Helicopters above shot at the area surrounding them while the village was screaming in the background. Neytiri’s cries were loud before Jake pulled her up to find the other kids.

War was starting. The humans have found their home. Y/n had nothing, nowhere to go. She just wanted a moment of silence.

Sobs were let out while she dragged her grandmother’s body with her sobbing in between rocks begging Eywa to return her.

Mo’at was the only person who understood her and at certain points of their life…they drank poison from the same vine.

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Going to be honest I don’t know if this is the last part :( I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to produce stories as quickly! I wanted the song to symbolize how mo’at and y/n’s relationship with their parents were very similar and how Y/n was ashamed and saddened by her mother exposing how she truly felt while still being happy that she was now recognized. “I love it and I hate it at the same time.”

I ALSO IMAGINED Y/N’s SCREAM SOUNDING EXACTLY LIKE ROCKET’S FROM GOTG 3

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Twin Flames pt. 2

pairing: Ao’nung -> Neteyam x fem!metkayina reader

contains: angst with underlying fluff, melancholy ending. ao’nung and reader are 19, neteyam is 20

a/n: here is the well awaited part 2! i pretty much wrapped it up with the ending. my apologies to the ao’nung girlies if i break your heart with this 😅 i hope y’all enjoy wc: 3,219

Twin Flames. A love so fierce among two souls it’d be impractical to think you could come out unscathed. And while you and Ao’nung were written in the stars— stars burn out and fate can be revised.

Love hurts, that’s the truth of it all. You sign away the rights to your heart when you blindly take that plunge into a realm of whirlwinded emotions, because the reward is always worth the risk.

Ao’nung could sit here and say moments blurred into days, days into weeks, and so on. But the statement would be a bold faced lie, a lie he would much rather have been living over what he was experiencing now, because absolutely nothing blurred together. It was all painfully, crystal clear.

Each day he endures your absence from his life stretches the full, dreaded twenty four hours. Every grueling hour, every painstaking minute, every enervating second leaves him mercilessly aware of just how badly he’s screwed things up with you.

And he stalks around the village like an idiot, misplaced and hopeless, looking in every nook and cranny you might have tucked yourself away in to no avail. It’s like you’ve completely disappeared into thin air. Either that, or you’re really good at avoiding him.

He’d seen you in glimpses, evanescent moments where he’s left thinking he must have imagined your face, because in the blink of an eye, you’re gone. Just as quickly as you come, you go, like the shells the sea leaves upon the shoreline, only to steal them back into the taunting waters that laugh at your failed attempt to rush and grab them before they’re lured back into the deep.

He recognizes now, just how extensive the consequences of his actions are. It’s when he stalks back to his Mauri, a slight stagger in his stride due to the longevity of the day’s training. His father took no interest in going easy on him, probably due to how distracted he seemed the entirety of the lesson.

The centers of targets went untouched by the point of his spear because it fell short every time he plunged it through the air. Hot sand enveloped the discarded tool in a blanket of gold when he chucked it down out of frustration and he’s so fucking tired of this.

In the midst of his exhaustion, his mind plays a cruel trick on him. Makes him think that he’s trudging all the way home to meet your bright smile and warm embrace, until reality hits him like a relentless, angered wave of accountability and almost has his knees buckling. Of course you’re not there, how foolish of him to think you’d forget about what he did and throw yourself right back into the crossfire of his confliction.

It’s pathetic. How he lays in his bed at night, alone, defeated, kept up with the never ceasing memory of how hard he made you cry that day. How he swore he could feel the shards of what once was the shell of your being scrape his skin as it slipped through his fingers and into nothingness before him. He desperately tried to hold onto them, tried to put your pieces back together, but you wouldn’t even let him do that. You scooped up the broken remnants of your heart and took them with you. Couldn’t you have let him keep just one?

He stares across his moonlit room at the shelf on his wall. Particularly at the disheveled accessory that sits atop it, mocking him in the way it’s gone unworn. Slightly misshapen from how tightly your hand had clenched around it, your indignation molded into the crumpled fabric. The gift haunts him, reminds him of the day he wishes he could take back but he can’t bring himself to get rid of it. It’s all he has left of you and your scent still lingers on the leather, though It’s fading, slowly.

He wonders how you’re doing, how you’re handling the whispers that float through the air of you being the latest victim of his immaturity. How he aches to comfort you, to tell you that you were so much more to him than another thoughtless mistake, more than a cheap rendezvous. It angers him, rocks his core with something fierce the way people talk about what happened like it’s their latest gossip. But who is he to blame but himself?

Any other time, or any other girl, rather, he would have been laughing right alongside the talebearers. Shrugging in a disgustingly nonchalant manner and blaming whatever poor soul he’d wronged for her own heartbreak because she knew what she was getting into when she got with him.

It’s why it hurts so bad. Because even while you managed to uproot a gentle side to him no one else had before, somehow he still found a way to hurt you, and even worse than the others at that.

How did he fuck up this badly?

_____

A month has passed and he wishes he would have lost count by now. Everyday without you is excruciating. He had no idea he could miss someone to this extent and it’s why he’s sat by himself on the shore, watching the waves crash against the waiting rocks, elbows resting upon his perched knees with his forearms hung limp between them. And like usual, his ears perk up at the sound of your name in a conversation that has nothing to do with him.

“So, Y/n, huh?” A voice chuckles.

He’s instantly on alert, all because your name rolls from a male’s tongue a little too freely. His spine straightens and his throat clears as he wills his body to remain calm at the simple mention of you.

“Yeah, man. I haven’t seen them together in a while, not sure what happened but I’m pretty sure it’s over. My rites are next week, and I’ll definitely pass. I’m thinking of asking her for her hand.”

Ao’nung nearly recoils and he’s up on his feet in seconds. The thought of you with someone else has his mind in a frenzy. Everything is a blur, the shouting of those around to witness is muted when his fist comes in contact with the poor na’vi’s nose and he’s hissing down at him in a fit of unrefined rage as if he even has the right.

“She’s spoken for.”

_____

Though his failed attempts proved to be fruitless— Ao’nung was somehow still confident enough, or maybe deep enough in denial to believe that eventually, you’d come around. That in due time, the memories of his mistake would trickle from your mind and you’d fall into him again.

But then, the tide changes.

Strange na’vi come swooping in on unfamiliar looking animals, drawing up a crowd of alarmed villagers with their arrival. Men shield their mates from the potential threat, and mothers scoop their children up off their feet and into protective arms while weapons are quickly gathered in preparation.

The screeches of the large birds split through the air and ring uncomfortably in Ao’nung’s ears, but still, he starts towards the direction of the disruption. The dark blue na’vi land on the wet sand of the shores, slender bodies lacking of weapons and hands outstretched to propose vulnerability, ensuring that they come in peace.

There’s six of them. The father, he assumes, the mother, a small girl who’s quickly gathered by her mother’s curt demand, a strange looking female who nervously cowers into her shawl behind them, and two boys.

Their tails are odd, lithe and silly in the way they swish back and forth with uncertainty. A tuft of hair decorates the ends and Ao’nung’s face crinkles in disapproval, but for some reason, you’re intrigued.

It’s the first time he’s really seen you in weeks. All of you, no longer hidden by your desire to avoid him. And somehow, you’re even more beautiful than when he’d last seen you, eyes beady, sparkling and round with interest and he prays you’ll look in his direction, but you don’t. You stand with the rest of the crowd, hands folded behind your back while you eye the strange looking newcomers and Eywa he just wants to hold you again. It’s hard to focus on the invasion of foreigners to his land, because all he can think about is you.

The younger one has already expressed interest and introduced himself to Tsireya with an upwards nod of his head, and she’s a giggling mess beside you, so Ao’nung assumes it must be the eldest brother you’re watching so intently. The armor he wears resembles his father’s, but there’s an obvious difference between their status as he quietly stands behind the man negotiating. Toruk Makto, he comes to find out, or what he calls himself—Jakesully.

Ao’nung isn’t even listening to the conversation his father is having right beside him, because you laugh and his ear turns in its direction, then his head follows. That sweet, sweet laugh. It should’ve melted his heart, like it always did, but instead it makes it freeze over and sends a chill prickling up his spine, because you’re not looking at him.

You couldn’t help your curiosity.

Contrary to Tsireya’s advice, you’d reached out and touched the fluff of the eldest brother’s tail, because everything about him was so different from you and you had a hard time believing he was real. His markings resembled stripes, yours waves. His hair neatly plaited, yours loose. He’s very, very composed, hands politely clasped together in front of him, head raised confidently but not arrogantly and you don’t know why, but you like that. His physique is lean, carved and sculpted to reveal tight muscles that of a warrior. He’s taller than Ao’nung, and much taller than you.

It made you giggle, how his tail seemed to be the most animated part of his dignified, soldier-like disposition, because it hurriedly curled around his small waist with a mind of its own and away from your gentle finger the moment you made contact. The Metkayina boy felt his stomach curdle and bubble with jealousy at your genuine infatuation with this stranger.

The eldest’s braids sway over his shoulders with the movement of his head whipping around, wooden beads clacking against each other while his intense, aureate eyes attempt to locate the culprit of the intrusion. They miss you completely and glance right over your head, but when his chin meets his chest to return his attention to the Olo’eyktans’ conversation, that’s when they find you, and take time to trail down your form. And they keep you, and don’t let you go for a long, spark-filled moment, your big blue eyes peering up into his amber ones that twinkle with newfound interest. You’re shorter than the girls he’s used to, your body plump and soft in the areas Omaticayan women are slender. The boy’s never seen someone quite like you before, that’s clear in the way his brow bone raises.

You looked apprehensive for a beat, smile faltering due to the searing, unintentionally intimidating gaze this man has on you while he examines your person, and Ao’nung’s foot moves to approach, ready to protect his long lost love from this bizarre na’vi— this intruder.

But then, the boy’s hardened mask crumbles, bioluminescent freckles emit a soft glow against dark blue, and he smiles at you, more than willing to look past your curiosity. Your cheeks flush amaranth when you return his grin, the same way they would when you used to look into his eyes.

It was in that moment, Ao’nung felt his heart split into four, as it’d already been severed in half long before this.

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You make him feel welcome. Neteyam, that is. He occupies the early hours of your day, meets you at your Mauri every morning with a basket of your favorite fruits as a thank you for helping train him and his siblings, because he’s just not satisfied with being anything less than perfect. And it’s like you’ve completely forgotten about your past in the way you beam and pull him along the netted path by his hand, effervescent in the way you bounce along, insistent and thrilled to show him all the parts of your home— his new home.

And he trails behind you with the goofiest smile, because Neteyam would follow you anywhere. He made this known to you from the start and that was something you craved—the solidity of it all. Assurance. The security in something real.

He’s sweet to you, Ao’nung knows he is, because after just a month of these forest freaks living in the village, he notices unfamiliar trinkets begin to adorn your stature.

You now keep a few long braids in your hair, one on either side of your face, and two in the back, you’ve never done that before. You always claimed you liked your hair loose like the waves of the sea you loved so— untamed like the light of your spirit. But your undeniable pull to the man of the forest has you compromising.

There’s a stack of unfamiliar beads looped on the ends of each of them, and surely they’re not made with a material collected from the reef. They’re wooden and polished, embellished with painted markings he doesn’t recognize. You’ve never worn those before.

Ao’nung waits for this fling to pass. But then, the second month goes by, and then another, until he realizes that you’ve moved on. Of course you have. Why shouldn’t you? It’s not like you hadn’t found him cozied up with another girl, cooing the same promises he’d kissed onto your skin into the ear of another, as if he hadn’t been telling you for nights on end that he wanted to make you his mate. What a beautiful lie, and if only you’d known it was the truth.

You like Neteyam, because he’s gentle. He’s kind, and thoughtful, and cares for others more than he cares for himself. He makes you feel seen, and safe. Valued. You make him feel heard, and appreciated. Relaxed. Things the both of you have apparently lacked the majority of your young lives.

It’s easy with him, because you never have to worry about his eyes lingering elsewhere or his attention wandering. He’s so smitten with you and you’re so enamored with him, and it’s all so consuming that you don’t know what else to do other than rave about it from the cliff tops to prevent your heart from bursting with the premature promise of forever and scaring him off, little do you know he wants it more than you do.

Neteyam makes you feel whole, and gorgeous in all aspects of your being, not just beautiful because of what he sees on the outside. He’s in love with your soul, in a way you never thought a man could be, but only because you’d never been told.

You’re his only one, and in every breath he takes he makes sure this is known. He boasts about you to his parents and siblings and the friends he’s managed to make in the village whenever he gets the chance. And with slender fingers, he’s much more skilled at Ao’nung at this jewelry making thing, because damn near every week there’s a shiny new prospect of Neteyam’s love and appreciation strung around your neck in pretty beads and shells that have you squealing and jumping into his waiting arms as if he’s proposed.

It’s something you’d always told Ao’nung you wanted, a token of his appreciation in the form of something you could hold, something you could keep close to your heart for years to come. Something he never got around to doing because he insisted to himself that it’d push him off the deep end and into the tumultuous waters of loving you, unknown to the fact that he needed no one to help him do that but himself.

You feel like a princess everyday because Neteyam tells you that you are one. And he doesn’t just tell you, he treats you as such, too.

Sun kissed jewels from the high depths only a skilled climber can reach dress your wrist, like they were made for you. They match your eyes and you wear them like it’s your second skin because you almost cried when he gave them to you, paired with a confession of his love and Ao’nung wishes he’d thought of it first.

It makes him sick. All he hears around the grapevine is how you’ve never looked this happy. How you have an unmistakable glow to you, a pep in your step due to the golden boy who’s somehow won the hearts of the people in Awa’atlu in his short time here, just as he had done with his own people back home.

How a weightlessness clings to your answers when your friends ask how you and the forest boy are getting along, because it’s nothing less than a dream come true.

It’s a stupid question, the answer is so painfully obvious that it has Ao’nung wanting to rip his hair out.

Neteyam looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in his sky, like the sun rises in your irises though he knows the blazing star is much too hot to be the color blue. He holds onto you in public, proudly, without shame or fear that others might see, because he’s just so blessed to call you his.

He’d even passed his rites to cement that, the first out of his siblings to do so, and it’s no surprise that he chose one of the most extensive designs for his tattoo. You were right there, holding his hand as he sat through the entire session with no breaks, all to prove to you how strong of a warrior he was. Though the black ink etched along the side of his hip that stretches all the way down to his ankle is more than enough proof of that. And as if to rub seasalt into the wound, he’d even tamed Tsurak (Skimwing) on his first try, because he excels in everything he does, yet the man shows you off as if you’re his biggest accomplishment.

Because you are, and you should be. Ao’nung just hates that it isn’t him in his spot.

____

He shouldn’t have asked.

But you and Tsireya are close friends and he just wanted his mind to shut up with the endless scenarios it creates on loop when he’s trying to sleep at night. He just wanted to know if it was as serious as it looked, and his foolish heart really hoped it wasn’t. So every time Tsireya returned home from the daily training sessions with you and the other Sully’s, he was the first to meet her at the entrance, prying her for more information on you and the one who’d taken his place.

“Tell me,” He demands of his younger sister. It’s a look she’s never seen in his eyes before— desperation. “Does she love him?” He breathes, grasping on to the last bit of hope he has left.

She sighs, plucking her bicep from his soft hold with a gentle shake of her head. “Ask her yourself, Ao’nung. This is no longer my place, I will not get in the middle of your messes.”

“I can’t ask her, ‘Reya, you know that.” He pleads with her, “She won’t even look at me anymore. Please, just tell me.”

Her eyes meet his, looking between them and he can feel the disappointment radiating off her demeanor because she knows what he’s done. She knows you and Neteyam have plans to make your bond official, and she knows it’s far too late for her brother to fix things.

“Do you want her to be happy?”

Ao’nung hesitates at the question, but nods nonetheless. His answer is complicated, there’s layers to it. He wants you back, because he wants you to be happy, and you were always happy when you were with him. At least, you used to be, so maybe things could go back to the way they were if he tried hard enough.

But all hope dwindles like a candle snuffed with wet fingers when he hears the truth he’s been avoiding.

“Then let her go.”

part one

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[l5byrinth]

Right where you left me (1)

❝ Friends break up, friends get married. Strangers get born, strangers get buried. Trends change, rumors fly through new skies. But I'm right where you left me. ❞ - Taylor Swift

pairing: neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan x omatikaya!reader ( see a/n but aged up to fit the story ig )

summary: in which you were right where he left you

a/n: might make a part two if anyone asks for it <333 also there is mentioned that reader’s friend is mated so basically i think this is aged up, but i’m not sure about it yet

requested !

part one part two

A pain shot through your heart. An incredible intense pain. And there was nothing you could do about it. Nothing but sit there and watch as he talked to you. Sit there as he told you how he didn’t want you anymore.

What had you done? Were you not good enough? Thoughts raced through your head as you stared at him. You should’ve seen it coming, you really should’ve. But how could you, when you were so blinded by love. So blinded that you couldn’t see him slowly disappear.

“Y/n, I still love you. I deeply and truly do. But… I think we should stop seeing each other.” The sentence that broke your heart echoed in your head. Repeated in your head a million times in a haunting and taunting manner.

Neteyam had came up to you from behind earlier, wrapping his arms around you. You were talking to your close friend and was surprised by his sudden action, a giggle escaping your lips.

He had whispered in your ear that he wanted to speak with you at your usual spot. And you had agreed, not knowing what was bound to happen. With a smile you had excused yourself and went after Neteyam.

You had sat down on a rock, making yourself comfortable, while he was still standing. It was as if he was in a painful discussion with himself. After he had sat down across of you, he told you. He told you the sentence you had never expected and never wanted to hear. Especially not from him.

After he was finished with his rant, he looked at you with those eyes. Those beautiful, piercing yellow eyes you couldn’t get enough from. Those beautiful eyes that had turned into your home. But you felt that home crumble and fade away.

“I have to go,” He said, getting up almost immediately, not letting you speak at all. And with that he left. He just left. He left you no choice but to stay there forever.

So you were still seated on the rock, as if you were frozen in time. That’s when the emotions broke loose. Tears were streaming down your face. You were sobbing uncontrollably as you thought about your memories together.

The time you were braiding Tuk’s hair and he saw it. And he asked you to do the same with his, with the most adorable smile on his face. The long talks you had together while walking. The times you went flying, shared kisses and so many more.

All gone. All shared for nothing. All shared only for him to leave you just like that.

When you finally stopped crying, you decided to stay there. You weren’t planning on sleeping, not planning on doing anything in fact. You didn’t want to face anyone right now, afraid of what they would think or say about you.

A soft rustle was heard and you desperately wished it was Neteyam. Neteyam coming to you to apologise, telling you it was a sick joke or something. But you knew it was too good to be true.

Your close friend who you had spoken to before had emerged from behind the bushes. She brought you back home, comforting you along the way as you cried and told her everything.

She had brought you to your tent, where your parents were worriedly pacing back and forth. They hugged you and cried at the sight of you. You hadn’t realised you had stayed there for that long. Your parents told you how much they had missed you, how worried they were when you hadn’t come back home before eclipse.

During the upcoming weeks all you could think about was your memories together. Everything in your usual routine reminded you of him. Because almost everything you did was with him.

You smiled at the thought of that. Every day when you did your chores, you thought about him. You knew you had to move on, but it wasn’t easy.

And it didn’t help that you had seen him a few days ago. You were going to the healers tent, always helping out every once in a while when needed. And that’s when you saw him.

Neteyam looked like he wasn’t fazed by your breakup at all. He was still the confident, handsome na’vi he was before and during your relationship. He was laughing, talking to someone you had seen him help out before.

It killed you, knowing he was fine while you weren’t. Knowing he was joking and laughing, when all you did was force a laugh or fake a smile in every single one of the few interactions you have.

It killed you that you felt like you were entirely stuck in the past, regretting every decision you made, while he was out here having fun.

The days past and all you did was do your chores and that’s it. And whenever you hung out with your friends you just watched as they had fun with one another.

You were seated on a rock, sharpening a stick as you avoided all contact with anyone. Your face was emotionless, just as you were feeling from the inside. Footsteps approached you and your heart couldn’t help but skip a tiny beat. A tiny bit of hope that it was him blossoming in your chest. But it wasn’t.

You looked up and saw your friend, a bright smile on her face and her lover’s arm wrapped around her waist. It made you think of Neteyam and you. And the incredible pain got even worse.

She told you about how her and her lover had finally mated. She teased him about it and he did the same, laughs and giggles shared between them.

You were happy for her, of course. But your thoughts were entirely consumed by Neteyam and your memories. Of what you were before he decided it was for the better to separate.

That’s when you realised, you were still entirely stuck in the past, while the others made their future.

You were right where he left you.

part 2

[pandorxxx]

See you later….

Neteyam(19) x omatikayan fem reader (18)

Warnings: fluff, kinda sad.

You snuggle up next to your mate , as you two interlock fingers. You take in the fresh air, and stare at the dazzling view of the waterfall in-front of you. He pulls you in closer, like this is the last time he’ll see you.

“Isn’t it nice here, y/n?” He asks as he looks up at the dancing stars above.

“Yes, I wish I could come here more often, but you know I have responsibilities elsewhere.”

“I know, my love.” He says as he rubs your back with his fingertips.

“You know, I’m very proud of you. I have been watching you train to be tshaik. You’re doing amazing. I can’t wait to watch you heal others.” He chuckles as he hugs you tighter, still looking at the stars.

“You know I couldn’t have done it without you. Everytime I wanted to give up, you didn’t let me. Everytime I wanted to cry, you pulled me in. Everytime I would push you away, you would hug me tighter. You are my light in a dark place. I appreciate you so much, Neteyam.” You say, staring deep into his eyes.

He grabs your face and pulls you into a passionate kiss. Your hand glides up to his face, as you scoot closer to him. He wraps his arms around you, and pulls you on top of his lap as he starts to kiss your neck. Although it felt good, it didn’t feel right. You pull away from the kiss and sit up on him. He has a confused look on his face.

“What is the matter, my love?” He asks as he caressed your cheek. You grab his hand as it still lays upon your face. You close your eyes tightly, as you start to cry.

“I miss you, nete.” You say through tears.

“But y/n, I’m right here.” He smiles as his thumb brushes your cheek.

“This isn’t real, you aren’t real! These are just memories that I am reliving.” You shout as you ball your eyes out.

“See!!” You hit his chest multiple times, as he doesn’t move, or wince as he would if this were real.

“Come back, Neteyam!!! Come back to me please” you scream as you continue to hit his chest. He grabs your hands to stop you, as he pulls you into a hug.

“Shhh, shhhh, my love, I am here. Don’t you feel me? Don’t you feel this hug? My love for you is real. This moment is real, y/n.” He explains as he rocks you back and forth with his hand on your head.

“Listen, I will always be with you, in spirit, and in these memories. I wish you would come visit me more, but I understand why you don’t. Time wasn’t in our favor, this isn’t goodbye this is simply see you later…..” he pulls you back, and smiles.

“I love you so much, Neteyam. I will live on, and do the best for you.” You wipe tears as you pull him into a hug one last time.

“I know you will,my love” he says as he rubs your back.

“Now, close your eyes.” he whispers in your ear, and you sigh, knowing what that statement meant. You close your eyes slowly, as you feel the connection fading, like an amazing dream you never want to end.

When you open them, you are back at the spirit tree. You slowly disconnect from the tree as you you lay your hand upon the connection you once had.

“See you later, my love.”

Ok this idea came in my head randomly and I decided to write it out… umm I literally cried while making this. I hope y’all enjoy it, don’t beat me up if y’all cried too😒

[marymary-diva17]

The outcast twins (3)

lo'ak x twin sister + sully family/tsu'tey and others

As the war was still going on in the forest there was tension between the navi and the humans, as everyone seem to overwhelmed about the return of the human after their banishment. Life had become hard while growing up during a war when a teens feel unwelcome by their own clan, and trying to get out of the claws of the RDA that were coming back to destroyer the home and family they love so much. What happens when the place that holds so much memories that are happy is, starting to fade away and the close bonds that were once held so dearly seem to be breaking. Soon there will be something that will effect everyone way of life and life will never be the same.

Jake " well today seems like a good day right kids"

y/n " yes dad I love warm days like this"

spider " yes uncle Jake it good to be at home tree thank you for letting me come"

Jake " anytime kiddo"

lo'ak " it a good day to go exploring or just to have some fun"

????? ' daddy" the group of four stopped walking when they heard a litle girl voice, and that little girl is tuk as she ran toward them soon hugging Jake.

Jake " hey baby girl"

tuk " oh daddy I missed you I'm so happy you were here ... are you moving back home with lo'ak and y/n I can help you move"

Jake " aww baby I'm sorry I here to go scouting with your mom and dad"

tuk " oh okay"

Jake : but we can play and talk when we get back and maybe you can come by the home and have dinner"

tuk " really"

Jake " yes"

????? " I hope I and kiri can come as well we love you cooking dad" soon everyone had looked and saw neteyam and kiri making their way towards everyone else.

Jake " yes all your kids are welcome at my home we can even set up rooms for all of you, if you wish to stay"

spider " yeah I have a room there as well when I sleep over and my dad is working late"

kiri : sweet I will love that dad we have missed you so much"

Jake " I have missed you kids as well I'm sorry how things had ended up"

neteyam " it okay dad we understand we are ...."

tsu'tey " kids there you all are your mother and I were worried ... lo'ak and y/n hello ... Jake"

Jake " hello I came for portal remember and that kids came as well to see everyone"

tsu'tey " that wonderful"

neytiri "tsu'tey did you find ... lo'ak and y/n my children" neytiri soon went towards the twins and hugged them, but the hugged seem awkward to anyone who was watching.

y/n " hey mom we came to see everyone with dad"

neytiri " jake hello"

Jake " hello well I will be waiting by the ikran so we can leave all you kids have a good day"

kids " yes sir" Jake too n hugged the children goodbye but he did stop nearly his exes, and there seem to be some tension between all three of them.

kiri " hey spider are you staying as well"

spider " until I have to head home I'm with you all day"

kiri " sweet" neytiri and tsu'tey had looked at spider they didn't like that boy that much, and wish he was not near their kids that much but it seems like they could do nothing about it anymore.

mo'at " my grandchildern and spider hello"

y/n " hello grandmother" mo'at soon hugged the twins and spider she miss seeing them around here, she even miss seeing Jake around as well with the humans. she didn't approve the decision that had been made by her daughter and tsu'tey.

neteyam " we are all going to head out grandmother"

mo'at " well all of you have fine today it good to see all of you kids together again"

lo'ak " yes grandmother"

neytiri " stay away from the rda humans have done enough damage already before their return and after" neytiri words seem to be string as the kids were listening to her every words.

mo'at " you kids run along now" mo'at had shushed the kids away as they soon ran off to have some fun, but when you looked back you same your grandmother in argument with your mom and tsu'tey. You had soon shared your head as you soon ran after your siblings and spider.

Later that day

y/n " yeah" the children are running on some big vines having the time of their lives, but soon stopped when they reach some solid ground.

tuk " y/n can you help me put some flowers in my hair"

y/n " sure sweetie when we find some I will put them in your hair" tuk smiles brightly towards you the children, had decided to stop here and have some fun but soon the fun times had come to an end.

lo'ak " hey guys over here" soon everyone hade their way toward lo'ak and spider as they were looking down at something, and that something was massive footprint navi shoes but a human shoe.

neteyam " that unusual avatar dont go this far it a few miles from the battle field"

y/n " this is not good"

lo'ak " I;m calling it in now our parents most know" all the children had nodded their heads while lo'ak made the call, everyone was listening to the conversation that was going on at the moment. They all understood Jake order to head back home right away, the kids soon ran off and made their way home.

tuk " come on come on we have to get home" soon someone had grabbed tuk making her scream in distress, as soon enough avatar wearing military gear came out and started grabbing the kids.

quaritch " well look what we have here" the kids all soon looked up to see a men who seem to be changer walking around them. He was looking at them.

lyle " boss look at these kids we got some half breeds" lo'ak hands weee soon shown to quaritch.

quaritch " your his son aren't you" lo'ak had flipped the man off getting some laugher from quaritch who was looking at him.

quaritch " you are his boy and I'm guess you young lady are you daughter"

y/n " ......"

spider " leave us alone" quaritch soon looked at spider shocked to see a human boy.

quarich "miles is that you son" everyone soon looked at the man and soon looked at spider, that was his dad as avatar but he was supposed to be dead. The kids were soon held hostage by the avatar rda fighter after some exchange of words between father and son. Eclipse had fallen making this situation more into a nightmare for the children, as soon rain fall had happened as they kids were hoping for a miracle and that came as their parents saving them all from harm.

y/n " run everyone run now" soon the kids had been freed and ran of their lives everything was going fast between the fight going on. Now knowing that their enemies were back from the dead made, all the adults panic and worry.

That night

neytiri " no we will not be leaving it not safe"

Jake " we have to leave the whole clan might have to leave we can't stay here"

tsu'tey " why should we leave our homes and become cowards"

Jake " because now quaritch is one of us him and his team can go around here and, nothing bad will happen as they will be seen as one of us"

neytiri " he not one us he a demon in false body"

Jake " they seen our children faces they know their faces we have to think about them"

tsu'tey " if the twins and that boy didn't drag them all the way there everything will be better for us, we are doom and we rather fight then flee"

Jake " they are kids they were just having fun"

tsu'tey " look where that fun got them now we have to tell the whole clan we might need to leave, because there are only a few places that will take us"

Jake " we will have to leave for our families safety and the clan safety ... everything will be hurt if we think this out well we will be safe"

tsu'tey " not all clans will take us as they will see we have demons with us and demon blooded children"

Jake " they are children our children don't you love them" tsu'tey had become quite he was very frustrated about the whole situation.

Jake " neytiri"

neytiri " the forest if all the children know you want us to make them give it up, give up everything we love"

Jake " just for a while then we will be good please"

tsu'tey " I will think about as olo'eythan I make a decision for us all I will speak with mo'at about it as well ...not everyone will be happy about the mistake that had been made today and the danger that had been caused as well" the children were listening to the whole fight that was going on, and none of them were happy about the words they were hearing. The twins soon walked off from the home being followed by their siblings.

neteyam " father does not mean his words he just mad no on is to blame"

y/n " are you sure because he clearly blames us and soon the rest of the clan will as well"

kiri " it going to be okay it going to be okay" everyone was trying to believe kiri words but they were a lie. As before the night fall everything will hear the news of what happened and that will bring more tension as well between the human and navi.

lo'ak " dad what was the decision made"

Jake "It still seem to be debates as tsu'tey needs to speaking with mo'at and the elders before we act, and soon enough it will brother up to the clan as well to address any issues" the children were at Jake and the twins home at the moment talking, and trying to come up with a solution that will be good for everyone.

Jake " don't worry my children everything will be fine" Jake soon brought the children closer to him, as they seem to be looking for some care and support.

????? "Children" it seems like the touchy moment had been ruined when everyone ahd heard tsu'tey voice speak soon getting everyone attention.

neteyam " father is everything okay"

tsu'tey " your mother wishes for all her children to be home right now, after the events of today she not doing so well"

kiri " father we were planing to have dinner with dad and the twins ... maybe you and mom can come join us"

tsu'tey " I don't think that a good idea right now as tension are high, and I need to be at the home tree if anything else happens"

neteyam " okay we will come y/n and lo'ak maybe you can speeded the night with us as well"

tsu'tey " I think it will be best of the twins stay here as my mother will be over and she very worried about you kids, and not happy about the danger and trouble that came today"

kiri " they are mom kids they are more her kids then me father"

tsu'tey " kiri I don't have time to fight right now it been a long day"

y/n "kiri it okay we will be fine here we will see you tomorrow and we can talk about what will happen later"

kiri " yes sister" tsu'tey soon took the three kid back to home tree leaving the twins and Jake together. Jake had looked at the twins and could understand they had overheard what was spoken, no words had been said anyone as he brought his kids into a hug.The family of three ate together the night and talked about what happened, jake was being serious and caring towards his children. That night the family laid together as it seem like no one was over what had taken place, and trying to wrapped their heads around what will happen next for them. Whatever decsion that was going to be made will effect everyone life, in the end as relationships were on the edge and close enough to going over or maybe they had already gone over. Words to have a major effect on people and now they were hurting all, all the blame was being placed on two children and group of adults for something that was out of their control. These words and actions will later have, on effect on how things will plan out for the future and deem what relationship will be saved in the end of all of this chaos and what relationship will be forever damage.

[kirislovelygf]

told you so (tsireya x omaticayan fem! reader)

contents: angstttt, y/n’s a lil delulu, gay girl x straight girl, neteyam being best brother, sapphic pain, wlw heartbreak

part two here !!

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it seems so obvious, right? why would you purposefully go after someone who you know will never ever be interested in you romantically?

it didn’t weigh on her how much it would hurt until she saw he happy she was with him.

her own brother, talking to tsireya like he was already getting all the girls.

y/n watched from a distance as tears of jealousy burned her eyelids.

the worst part was tsireya looked so much happier talking to him than she ever was with her.

everyone told her “don’t do it” and “look for someone else.”

“pick someone in your league.”

“or someone who actually likes girls.”

especially her brother, neteyam. but no matter how much advice she was given, she didn’t care. she knew who she wanted and there was no changing that.

she huffs and wipes her tears from her cheeks as she turns to face away from the two.

neteyam noticed her expression and looks down at his sister.

“i won’t say i told you so, but..”

“i get it, man. you don’t gotta say it, i know.” she responded quickly.

he sighs and looks down at his fishing net. he looks at his sister, who’s muttering stressfully to herself.

“go take a rest or something. i got this.” he said to her.

she looks up at him. “what? no, it’s fine.”

“i’m not asking. i’m telling. go.” he snatches the fish ner from her hands and she stares at him for a moment before laughing softly.

“alright, fine.”

he smiled as she walks away, onto the beach, and back into their marui. he glanced back at his brother before huffing.

y/n sat in her marui, alone with her thoughts.

she was sure they had a connection before. all those nights she spent together with tsireya felt like a dream.

they’d spend nights wandering the island, talking about their lives and everything surrounding them. they’d laugh, hold hands, lay in the sand together.

she was so absolutely sure they’d end up together.

until one night when they were lying on the sand on one of the beaches once again, and tsireya confessed she had a secret to tell.

“promise you won’t say anything?” she asked her.

y/n turns her head to look at her as they lied on the sand, facing up at the sky.

“i promise.” she interlocks her hand with tsireya’s.

“okay.” tsireya sighs and looks back up at the sky.

“i have a crush on someone.” she squealed quietly. y/n’s heart skipped a beat as they looked at each other again.

“woww, who?” she asked her.

tsireya sighs and looks back up at the stars.

“uh.. okay. i have a crush on lo’ak.” she smiled.

it took everything in y/n not to break down crying. her smile faded slightly but she quickly fixed it when tsireya looked her way.

“no way.” she gasped.

“yes! he’s very sweet and funny. and kind, and very handsome.”

“i mean… yeah, sure. if you think he is, then yes.” y/n chuckled.

tsireya laughed and pushed her shoulder slightly.

their laughter dies down and they stay silent.

“is it weird? i know he is your brother and you two are very close. i don’t want anything to change between us.” tsireya says to her.

it already has.

“of course. no, it’s okay. i want you to be happy. and if lo’ak makes you happy, then you have my support.” y/n responds, choking back tears.

“really?” tsireya smiled.

no.

“yes. you’ll always be my best friend.” she told her.

tsireay sighs contently and they look at the stars again.

y/n had to tune every thing tsireya said about her brother for the next agonizing hour.

y/n pushed the memory aside when her brothers came back to get her. he needed help carrying the fish in.

the siblings came back later that night, one with more attitude than the other.

and the whole family took notice.

jake and neytiri were sitting by a fire, laughing and talking to each other.

kiri was with tuk in another part of the marui, tuk putting charms in kiri’s hair.

when y/n stomped in, she spotted lo’ak sitting in her corner, taking a nap on one of her pillows.

she stomped over and snatched the pillow from under his head, making him sit the wooden beam he landed on.

“ow! what the hell!?” he barked.

“use your own pillow.” she grumbled.

she walked away and lo’ak slapped her leg as she did. she turned and hit him as hard as she could with her pillow.

“y/n!” jake yelled out.

“what? he’s using my stuff without asking!” she said.

“so? you weren’t using that pillow. leave your brother alone.” he scolded.

she looks down at lo’ak’s smug face before groaning and walking away to her room, a sectioned off part of the marui.

when she walked in, she pulled the tarp off it’s hook and draped it across the doorway, on the other hook to create a door.

she threw her pillow on the floor before plopping down on her sleeping mat.

she cried softly into her hands. she hated her brother. and herself.

how can her brother betray her like this? he has to have known about her crush that she’s kept secret from literally everyone.

he should have been able to tell and should have backed off.

but at the end of the day, it’s not anyones fault. tsireya is who she is and there’s no changing that.

nothing y/n can do but stand to the side and support her for who she loves.

y/n’s breath hitched as someone made their presence known at her doorway.

she sniffed and wiped tears from her cheeks.

“please go away.” she whimpered.

“it’s just me.” neteyam spoke.

y/n rolls her yes and sighs before getting up go pull the tarp aside.

she lets him in and they sit down in the corner next to each other.

“i heard your crying.” he said after a couple moments of silence.

she looks at him. “what about everyone else?”

“no, it’s okay. just me.” he responded.

she sighed and covered her face. he stays looking at her sad little sister.

“what can i do to make you feel better?” he asked.

“nothing, neteyam. you can’t make tsireya like me.” she said, the soreness from her crying affecting the sound of her voice.

he sighs.

“i should have taken your advice earlier. than i wouldn’t be hurting now.” she raised her legs up to her chest before folding her arms on top of them to lay her head on them.

“i’m not trying to say anything like that. I’m not trying to say i told you so. i only care about when you’re feeling like this and what i can do to help.”

she stared at the woven floor of the marui.

“you can beat up lo’ak for me. make him so ugly, tsireya won’t like him anymore.” she said.

neteyam’s laughs make her smile slightly.

they stay quiet for another moment.

“just let me be alone.”

“are you sure?”

“yes. i’ll be okay. thank you.” she told him,

neteyam smiled and rubs her arm affectionately before getting up and leaving her be like she asked.

a couple hours pass after everyone’s gone to bed and y/n left the marui to sit on the beach by herself.

she sits on the sand with her hands at her side, her nails digging in the sand as the gentle waves brush over them.

she sighed while looking up at the moonlight. before plopping on her back, and groaning.

how could i be so stupid? she thought.

[nanamimizz]

𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐓𝐑𝚬𝚬𝐒 𝐃𝚬𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝚬𝐌𝐒𝚬𝐋𝐕𝚬𝐒 𝐍𝚶𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

tags:confession of love, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, jealous and protective neyetam

synopsis: neyetam has loved you for as long as he can remember and it’s about time you have made aware of his burden.

Neteyam finds it challenging to become one with water - the way of Metkayina clashes with his own inherent nature. Especially when faced with his own Achilles heel, the divot in his armor, and the knob of his delicate spine; you. Gold eyes peer from the side as you seem to flow into the way of water with the same ease you zipped through the trees of the forests. Your dark blue skin glitters under the veil of the seawater and he struggles to keep his gaze respectful, to keep his eyes from following the trail the droplets leave down your streamline build.

As he looks away he finds that he is not the only one watching you, and he feels something coil in his stomach at the thought. For as long as he can remember - the world was you and him and the forests. His earliest memories contain him holding your hand in his right; the same hand that notches his arrows and wields his dagger. Neyetam half-mindedly listens to Tsireya, rubbing his right hand with his left in the same pattern you did when he scraped it hard enough for it to ache up to his elbow back before he began to train. The crashing waves fill his ears as he watches you claim a rock opposite to his, wringing your unbraided hair out as other Metkayina begin to make conversation with you. 

The furrow of his brow is recognizable and he breaks from the trance you always seem to put him under when Lo’ak roughly nudges his shoulder with his, bringing his attention back to the circle of his siblings and the Olo’eyktan’s children. He meets Tsireya’s concerned gaze and brushes it off with a polite smile and the lesson resumes, Neyetam ignores the knowing stares of his siblings until night falls in the marui.

You had claimed not to be able to sleep - your restless smile and bouncing knee have endeared you to Jake who gives you permission to go on a walk but not to stay out too late. He watches the exchange with a growing smile, he knows his mother teases his father about how soft he is with you. Neyetam can already hear the whispers of her laughter and his father’s embarrassed huffs, the night continues as normal until the embers are almost dying out. Glancing at the darkening sky he announces that he’ll go looking for you - it’s unlike you to miss all of dinner and the voice of his father fades with the waves and in the pursuit of you.

It doesn’t take long to find you, it is like he sees the world through your eyes, and can predict which turns you’d take and which path you’d follow. He finds you right where he thinks you’d be, where the shore bleeds into the tall roots of the trees that crowd the reef petting and cooing at your ikran -Kaystìp. Her beauty is unparalleled among the ikran riders, such a deep purple that if her skin did not glow like all things on Pandora did it would be impossible to separate her from the night sky. He calls your name, and Neyetam is weak at the knees at how it sounds like the voices of his ancestors that rest at the Spirit Tree. You smile at him so brightly, and your ikran chirps at his arrival; you used to jest that you two had switched ikrans given how sweet yours is to him.

“Why are you here Neyetam? I would have been home soon,” You say voice soft on how it carries on the sea salt breeze and he comes to a stop next to you, stroking your ikran’s beak softly.

“You missed all of dinner and it's dark out, it’s too late for you to be alone here.” You laugh slightly, eyes flickering up to the sky and mapping out the stars in the blanket of blue and purples that rein above the two of you.

“It seems time has escaped me. I just wanted to check up on her,” you say looking over at him with an apologetic smile, “I haven’t been able to spend time with her due to the lessons and chores. I wanted to see how she was acclimating.” He hums, watching how you coo out her name and scratch right above Kaystìp’s brow and giggle when she chirps happily at your expert touch.

“And how have you been? Do you miss the forest?” He asks you, tentatively just how he lets himself place a hand on your shoulder. He doesn’t miss how your skin warms under his touch and how when you reach over to place your hand on his, your thumb rubs the top of his palm.

“Do you?” Neyetam shakes his head, you know because the rattling of his beads fills the space between the two of you. It’s always like this with him, the world fades until there is nothing but him and you. His hand slips up until it’s at the slope of your neck and cheek; you find yourself unable to stop how your body shivers at the intimate touch. You go to meet his gaze and you find yourself frozen like the prey you would hunt back in the forests.

“Home is wherever we are together, as long as I have, as long as I have you near the forests are never far away.” He responds so confidently and you almost tremble beneath the weight of his golden gaze. Neyetam looks at you like you are the sun even when under the heavy cloak of the night sky, his heart still grows to reach your light just like the trees in your childhood. Your breath catches in your throat and you swallow around nothing as you look away - you swore you could count the specks of amber in his eyes.

“When did you get so good at sweet talking?” You manage to choke out, the words soft and airy and Neyetam’s ear twitches as the soft gasp you let out before you speak. His head tilts, a habit from his father, and chooses his next words carefully, with the same precision he shoots an arrow with.

“Since I have to beat off an entire clan for you.”  Even with your tongue tied you can’t help but laugh - light and exasperated you miss the narrowing of his eyes as he watches you brush off his comment.

“Neyetam you don’t have to-”

“I do.” He cuts you off with such certainty you have to do a double-take at the tone. Neyetam is usually so calm when he spoke, tone even from being raised as the next in line Olo’eyktan’s son but now you can’t help but think how much he has inherent the ferocity of his parents. He’s closer to you now, his beads shine in the light of the stars, and you can’t help but notice how you can find them mirrored in the amber of his golden gaze.

“Back in the forests, I didn’t have to. I was my father’s son and no one would dare to approach you with me near, but here,” he pauses to sigh, “Here your beauty is too much to bear, it seems I am not the only one who thinks so.”The pink of his tongue wets his blue lips and he knows you well enough that you are keenly watching the action. Neyetam, even when barely ascending into adulthood towers over you and you don’t even flinch when he lets his other hand settle at the other side of your face.

He holds you so reverently, so sweetly like you are the embodiment of the peace he so desperately seeks. Neyetam says your name and for once it is not stolen on the sea breeze, it is here right before you. It is sweet on your lips like the fruit he always cuts for you and gentle like the way he puts on the necklaces he weaves for you.

“You have been mine since I could remember.” You shiver in his hold when you feel his thumb rub at the skin above your jaw. You feel it, the barrier of friendship weakening and crumbling under the weight of his confession and you know he can hear how you waver when you shakily say his name.

“Neyetam…” He hums, ears flat to his head and you see how his tail almost wags at the sound of his name coming from your sweet lips. It is within this moment that curtains that obscured the truth of your fondness for each other are briefly lifted and you can each see the other pure adoration. You remember the time that Jake told you and Kiri about soulmates - one who most perfectly completes you and you can’t help but think that is what Neyetam is. Here with the markings on his face that replace the stars in the night sky, for the first time, you see him as something whole and beautiful and entirely different.

“From now on, stick close to me, just as it has always been okay?” You nod, placing your hands over his and rubbing the same pattern on the top of his palms like in childhood. Your own eyes flicker between his and his lips - Neyetam can’t help but prepare to tease you but he is helpless when you press the softest kiss he’s ever known to him. Just a brush of your lips against his, and all he can do is gasp and tremble against your sweet adoration.

“Come on, let’s go back before your father hunts us down.” You smile as you begin to lead the way back to the marui. He lets himself be tugged by you, a smile as sweet as your kiss and as bright as the stars beaming across his face.