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onskepa · 9 months

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Hey I got a Tonowari idea for you

reader was picked by his mother as the future Tsahik and his future mate but he never gave it the chance of getting to know her just automatically thinking she was interested in his tittle like many other women of the clan rather then in him and but turns out that she really cares for him to the point of cooking his favourites or knowing his preferences when she makes him new clothing pieces without him having to tell her

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Hoan

"Son, meet your future tsahik, Hoan" Tonowari's mother says. A young girl, pretty on the eyes, a bit small on stature, bit shy looking but smiling at young Tonowari. "It is a gracious honor to be your tsahik..." hoan says softly.

But young tonowari looked at her with hate and displeasure. His blue eyes piecing into her soul. Making Hoan shrink in fear. "Mother, I believed I made it clear that Ronal would be my tsahik" he glares over at his mother.

The current tsahik scoffs and rolls her eyes. "I don't doubt ronal's skills and her knowledge in healing. But she is as stubborn and cold as you. A tsahik is to balance her Olo'eyktan, not be of the same copy. Hoan is perfect for you, believe me son. Soon you will see how I do".

Tonowari scoffs at her saying, "I wont have any of this" he grits his teeth as walks away in anger. Hoan hangs her head low, her tail close to her ankles, ears drooping and sighs in defeat. The tsahik takes notice of it and places a gentle hand on hoan's shoulder.

"don't let tonowari's words get to you. He inherited my stubbornness unfortunately". Hoan simply nods. Feeling insecure of her position and what to do.

"Child, don't doubt my choice. Eywa has given me a sign, telling me you are the right person for tonowari. You may not see it now. Much less my son. Let things fall naturally. Dont let his rejection get to you" Tsahik says as means to comfort hoan.

The girl nods and was excused for the day. Returning home, hoan lets the events repeat in her mind. Tonowari is a olo'eyktan in the making. A good hunter, warrior, weaver, communicator and a leader. He is the definition of a perfect olo'eyktan. The clan knows they will be in safe hands with tonowari.

But what about the tsahik? Everyone suspected it would be Ronal, her vast knowledge of medicines and fierce skills as a warrior, a perfect match for tonowari that even hoan agrees. So why was hoan selected?

While at the same time, tonowari was carving in a rather aggressive manner. Letting his mother words repeat in his head. Grunting now and then, some of his fellow friends slowly moved away, not wanting to be tonowari's target of his anger.

Why must things never go his way? Why was he put in a position that he cant easily leave and live like how others do? Why must his parents choose who is to spend the rest of their lives with? It isn't fair at all!

Hoan is just like the other girls in his clan. Seeking to be tsahik and gain his favor for their own selfish benefits They don't see the role as a sacred and honorable position, but a title to brag and flounder around like it is some toy. Which is why he chose ronal in the first place!

True he may not hold emotional feelings towards ronal but she fits the criteria to be a tsahik. But unlike tonowari, ronal shows no distain nor hate for not being selected. Playing neutral in all of this.

Perhaps his father can be on his side in this matter.

"What your mother says, it goes" the olo'eyktan says in a stern yet kind tone. Tonowari was slightly appalled. "Father you can not be serious! Don't you have a say in the matter since you are the olo'eyktan?" tonowari asks.

His father sets his net aside and stares straight into his sons reflecting eyes. "as olo'eyktan yes, what I say goes, but we cannot abuse our position to get what we want. Besides, finding a new tsahik is your mothers job, as olo'eyktan I can say so much. But know this tonowari, I approve of hoan being your tsahik. Trust your mother, son".

The answer didn't satisfy tonowari. Huffing again in distaste, he leaves. The olo'eyktan simply nods at his sons behavior. Like mother like son.

So many young women were hovering over tonowari. He simply wanted to hunt in peace yet the leeches cant seem to stay away from him. Even worse, he forgot his special hunting knife! Each one was trying to get his attention but they all sound and act the same.

As if any of them were worthy to be his tsahik. Running away to get to his skimwing as fast and away from the hogging crowd. Yet he knows he has to go back for his blade.

"y-you forgot this.." a familiar yet unpleasing voice was heard. Turning to the direction of the voice, tonowari frowns at seeing hoan who was standing timidly.

Stretching out her hands, she holds his hunting blade. Speculations takes over his mind as he angrily snatches the blade away from her.

"did you take it!? trying to act nice to gain my favor!?" he growls, making his height more intimidating. Hoan quietly whimpers in fear, she just wanted to be genuine with him. And it was an honest mistake, Tonowari did forget his hunting blade, hoan happened to see him leave without it.

"I j-just...w-well you fo-forgot about it-"

"LIES! you took it! dont bother trying! you are nothing but selfish and a leech! you are just the like others! wanting the tsahik title simply for your benefit!". Before hoan could say anything more, tonowari left in a huffing anger.

A little time later, during the communal dinner, he arrived a bit late. Tonowari was slightly annoyed, his favorite food was gone and there isn't much left. He was about to turn in feeling hungry, when his mother called him to come to her.

"you look famished, have a bite my son" the tsahik says while holding a leaf full of tonowari's favorites. His ears tipped up, feeling better. Sitting down next to his mother, he took the offering meal and took a bite of the meat. It was very hot, like it was just cooked. The flavors danced on his tongue, savoring each bite. The day's misery and mishaps being washed away. Happiness and relief replacing his mood.

The tsahik smirked as she watched her son relax, "tasty isn't it?" she asks, a bit teasingly. Tonowari happily nods, his mouth too full to speak. "Good, you could thank hoan for that" the tsahik smirks.

Tonowari chokes a bit as he swallowed the food while in shock. The tsahik cackles in amusement as she pats her son on the back. "Surprised?" she asks, tonowari coughs a bit roughly so he takes a large chug of water from his cup.

"eat well son, we are going to retire for the night" tonowari's father says as he and his mother gets up and making their way to their home. Left to his own, tonowari was still processing the information. While trying not to make it obvious, he quickly scans around the crowd that still remains, and there, almost at the edge of the crowd he sees hoan.

Hoan was smiling kindly to a young child as what looks like hoan serving food to the child from a small pot over a fire. He cant hear what hoan is saying but she nods and seems to pay attention to what the child is saying. Yet perhaps by instinct, hoan looks at his direction. Their eyes meeting, sky blue meeting ocean blue. She smiles warmly at him, a light blush forms on her cheeks.

Tonowari breaks the eye contact and looks down at his food. All that he has eatin so far were his favorites, how could have hoan know? He certainly didn't tell her, but he wouldn't doubt his parents, most likely his mother.

At the moment he isn't so upset with hoan. Doesn't have the energy for it. But just this once. Doesn't prove hoan anything.

The days pass by and tonowari notices things, his best spear broke somehow, the net he usually uses was tangled and a mess. His skimwing would be out into the reef and not be where it should. So many odd things, yet by the end of the day problems tend to be solved by hoan. A new spear is carved to perfection, better than his old one. The net was untangled and tightened. His skimwing would rather obey hoan than tonowari.

He cant blame hoan for the odd things since he holds no proof. Yet observing her, its clear now she holds no selfish motive nor even asking to be near tonowari. Doing favors at a distance.

There is one last test to put on hoan.

Wasn't long ago that he fought and defeated an akula. Truly an achievement to tell for years. And he holds the teeth as proof. So on purpose, he would toss it near an area that hoan tends to spend a lot of time in. See what she would do with it. Keep it or do something with the teeth.

30 days have passed. And all that time tonowari isn't sure if hoan found the tooth or not. He would check the area where he left it, but it was gone. Doesn't know if someone else took it or an animal that lives in the small jungle.

Tonight was the celebration of a seasonal hunt. Tonowari of course had captured the best kills, tied with his proud father. Music blared, people dancing, foods being made from the hunt. It was well. Yet tonowari didn't feel the mood to celeberate like his fellow na'vi.

Getting up from where he was sitting, he took a stroll in the small jungle. The music and cheers dying from the distance. Letting the natural sound of nature clear his mind. Tonowari had no location in mind, just lets his feet wonder on their own.

That is, until reaching a small water fall, he sees hoan. Sitting near the waterfall, she sits with something in her hands.

"no no....I cant.......or maybe I can....oh who am I kidding! he hates me!" she talks to herself.

Hiding behind some large rocks, tonowari quietly gets closer, trying to understand what she is saying.

"Maybe with this...it can help me get closer to him-nonono! he made it clear...he doesn't want me. Maybe he is right....ronal is better than me...why try. Anything I have done he doesn't seem to take notice. Fixing his things, cooking his favorites, putting items he has forgotten. I bet he didn't appreciate the teeth he took.....such a skillful warrior...AGH!! oh mother Eywa! why make my suffer!? why picking me as tsahik is a good idea?! I am not even worthy of such title! Nothing that I do will ever be good for him. I should pass it to ronal. Maybe she will have better luck than me...."

tonowari heard her tangent and felt weight in his chest. Is that how she felt this whole time? This whole time tonowari believed hoan was like the other young ladies. But hearing her like this proved him wrong.

Knowing what to do, he slowly gets up and walks to hoan. "Dont put yourself down like that" he says as gently as he can. Hoan jumped a bit, startled at hearing someone other than her own voice.

"t-tonowari? what are you doing here? Sh-shouldnt you be with the others celebrating?" hoan asks nervously. Looking at his toned body, perfect muscles and his tattoos adorning his body. Truly a warrior in her eyes.

"I could ask you the same thing" he responds. He sits beside her, but holding some space between them. "ummm...guess we are both here then..." hoan laughs nervously as she hides an item in her satchel.

"I hear you talking....I first need to say I am very sorry hoan. I truly believed you were like the others, only wanting to be tsahik for the title and not truly for what it is. I should have known better" tonowari confesses. Hoan listens and was surprised. Tonowari? apologizing to her?

"its o-ok! Truthfully I didnt want to be tsahik, but your mother....sh-she insisted and practically didnt give me a choice" hoan says. Tonowari humms in agreement. Guess neither had the freedom to choose.

"what were you hiding in your bag..." he asks, curiosity rising in him. Hoan squeaked a bit, feeling scared and nervous. "it nothing! ummm...just a craft I was working on..." she whispers. Tonowari heard her clearly and offers his hand. "May I see it?" he asks.

Its not like hoan can say no to the future olo'eyktan. With shaky hands she takes out the item in question and places it on his large hand. It was a beautifully crafted necklace with the akula teeth right in the middle. The design SCREAMED of leadership and honor. The beauty it held was overwhelming.

Tonowari was awed at the craft. Admiring the details and choice of color, it was done with extreme care and attention. Already he fell in love with the necklace. And perhaps....its creator as well.

"hoan...this is beautiful. Truly a remarkable craft" he says with happiness in his voice. Hoan blushed at his praise, purple tinting her cheeks.

"I am g-glad you like it...was doubt if it was even worthy to be worn..." hoan says, still doubting her skills. To prove her wrong, tonowari places the necklace around his neck. It fitted him. Wasn't so tight, wasn't so lose. The size was perfect. It was as if hoan knew his measurements and size without needing to be around him.

"it fits perfectly hoan. Truly. You have a talent for this" he praises more making hoan look away feeling embarrassed. He chuckles at the sight. She was cute looking like this.

Soon they began to chat more, hoan getting more comfortable and reveal more of her emotions and share some things with tonowari. Perhaps tonowari's mother was right to an extent.

Back at the center of the village, the olo'eyktan, the tsahik and ronal were enjoying their feast, all grinning in happiness. "Thank you ronal for assisting us. Truly nothing would have been done or progressed between those two" the tsahik says. Ronal nods, "of course my tsahik, tonowari is a skillfull warrior but at times he can be empty headed. Someone had to drop the hints for dear hoan to pick up".

Aaaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! I quite like it! tell me what ya'll think! until next time! see ya!

Hoan = comfort

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ladykat73 · 3 months

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Neteyam x fem reader

18+ only

Warning: contains smut, nsfw, breeding kink, praise kink, nip play, oral, begging, maybe tiny bit of degrading, switch, cockwarming

Synopsis: smut no plot.

Navi translation: syulang (flower), muntxa (mate), muntxate(wife), muntxatan ( husband), yawne (beloved), tsaheylu (the bond).

Neteyam groans into the crook of your neck as your cunt tightens around his cock, cumming around it for the first time that night. “Fuck ma muntxate you feel so good- doing so good for me, letting me breed this pussy.” You threw your head back, moans spilling out your mouth as his thrust turn sloppy the closer her got, whispering filth into your ear, “you want my cum baby? Hmm want me to fill you up make you a mommy?” Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you beg, needing his cum “ah- yes please, cum inside me nete I need it!” Screaming as he relentlessly pounds your sensitive cunt, groaning loudly as he spills his hot seed in your pussy.

After a few moments he pulls out and moves his body down between your legs, gripping your plush thighs and pinning them to the floor “I wanna taste your pussy yawne, can I?” He teases knowing you still crave for more, watching your slick mixed with his cum drip down and onto the floor. “Yes nete.” You breathed out, wasting no time diving in and feasting on your pussy. Sucking and licking your clit while teasing your entrance which his finger “don’t tease, give it to me.” You begged desperately, making him pull away “be a good girl and say ‘please’ muntxa.” With a thumb on your clit and the tip of his finger in your hole “pl-pleaseplease teyam I’ll be good just put it in please!” Begging for his finger. Smiling he wraps his lips back on your clit and thrust his finger in “oh yes nete, so so fucking good ah- more please- another!” Humping at his face, he drapes his arm over your hips holding them down letting you lock your thighs around his head while he slips another finger in your soaked heat angling them upwards slightly to hit your spongy spot over and over again, as your moans getting louder you get closer. Neteyam knows your about to cum, keeping his fingers at there fast pace he flicks your clit with his tongue tipping you over the edge with a squeal, cumming in his mouth.

Pulling his drenched fingers out of your cunt and sticking them in his mouth sucking them clean. “Feel good syulang?” He said with a cocky smirk as you’re trying to catch your breath “yes teyam, made me feel so good.” Sitting up to kiss him tasting yourself on his lips “good because I’m not done with you yet syulang.” And pulls you onto his lap, your clit brushing against his hard cock making you whine. His mouth attacking yours, both your tongues battling for dominance, which he won, his hand gripping your hips guiding them until your pussy hovered over his cock, his purple tip leaking with drops of pre cum smearing it on your sensitive clit making you let out a “mmm.” He pulled away looking you in the eye “you want it my syulang?” You nodded your head a whispered a pathetic ‘please’. He moves his head down to your breast sucking your nipple harshly tugging it gently between his teeth before looking back at you “take it.” And with that you slam your hips down taking all 13 inches of his dick.

“Fuck!” He moaned before his hands tightening on your hips “so big- nete ah!” Your hips moved up and down his cock, your hands on his shoulders for leverage, your nipples brushing against his chest. Looking at each other, taking in the pleasure before slamming your lips together panting and moaning in each other’s mouths. Your hips stop there movement and started to rock back and forth, grinding your clit on his pelvis, making Neteyam pull away from the kiss and throw his head back groaning “Y/n I’m gonna cum.” You shake your head “not yet teyam.” His hands tighten even move surely making bruises you’ll see tomorrow. He try’s taking deep breaths but you clench around him “Y/n!” Moving your hips in fast circles on the edge of cumming “cum with me nete!” You yell cumming, clenching tightly around his cock milking it for every drop.

“You okay ma muntxatan?” You speak softly brushing the braids out of his face revealing his tired smile “I’m fantastic syulang, are you okay?”

“I’m okay teyam, that was amazing.” Smiling, pecking his face with soft kisses as he held you close to him chests press together, his cock still inside you “can we stay like this for a while syulang?” “Of course teyam.” You say moving your hand behind your back grabbing your kuru “tsaheylu?” You ask bringing your braid closer, he doesn’t hesitate to copy your movements, grabbing his own braid “of course.” Bringing the ends of the braid together, tendrils wrapping around each other connecting you both, resting your foreheads against one another contently.

“I see you.”

A/N this is my first smut hopefully it’s good btw i am taking requests for avatar smut, fluff or angst

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eclipse-rain · 10 months

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Olo'eyktan Ao'nung and his cold Tsahik!reader;

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Warnings ; angst, reader is Neteyams ex-mate, aged up characters, no pronouns

Masterlist~

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- it started when you came to the Metkayina clan with the Sullys

- from a young age you were brought up to be the Tsahik of your clan, like Neteyam was to be Olo'eyktan

- it was an arranged marraige but soon over time you and Neteyam fell for each other

- you loved each other so much that you mated, although not for life, and became pregnant while staying at the Metkayina clan because although you would no longer be together as leaders you still wanted to be together regardless

- that didnt last long of course as Neteyam ended up dying because of the humans

- thus another arranged marraige was put into place for your well being and for the well being of the clan

- no Tsahik had been brought up to wed Ao'nung as none were seemingly qualified to fit that role, but you were another story, you were perfect in every way

- After Neteyams death everyone left you be to grieve but soon the idea of finding a new mate was brought up by your closest loved ones, even Neteyams own parents, for the sake of your health as it was a key oart in life for all Na'vi people

- you couldnt dwell on the past forever, you would have to move on eventually Neteyam would want you and the rest of his family to do so, for your sake and theirs

- Ao'nung saw how you were more open with Neteyam than anyone else, shedding your cold exterior when your mate was around

- once he died you never revealed that part of you again to anyone else, not even him

- not even after mating for life and becoming Tsahik, not even after all the years you had been together and having children with each other

- you were a bit different towards your children though, being more of the strict parent in public while softer and kinder when in private for their sake

- everything you did now was for them and although there were whispers and rumors about you loving and cherishing your eldest son, the only child you had with Neteyam, over the rest of your children who you had with Ao'nung they were all simply just that ; rumors

- you loved them all equally and although you were strict, you were graceful and stratigic in everything you did, living for your children, for your clan, for Eywa

- and while Ao'nung loved you like he never loved before, like you were his first and his last and his only, you stayed removed from him

- you couldnt love again, not romantically anyway, maybe for the fear of it, you werent sure but you didnt care to try and fix that anyway, there was no point you two worked together in perfect harmony as it was, it didnt need to be ruined with unnecessary feelings

- Ao'nung grew up to be the fierce tough leader he was brought up to be, he had his father and mothers strongest qualities like how they had wished for

- even so he never hesitated to take care of you in everyway possible, give you anything you wished for and while he was determined in everything he did he would only bend to your will

- only to you would he back down on a matter or take your side over anothers

- you also had the highest say in matters dealing with you and his children especially when it came to the one that wasnt his by blood

- he would accompany you to Eywa when you wished to see Neteyam or even just if you wished to find comfort with her or pray

- They said you would eventually get over it, that time fixes everything and you were happy now, maybe even happier then back then but you never did get over it fully, never did let him go

- you couldnt, not when you saw the ghost of him everyday in your first born

- he was even sometimes ostracised by other clan memebers for it, for not being their Olo'eyktans blood, although not out right and they never dared to aimed such thoughts at you

- because it was ture that you really were perfect as Tsahik, it was like it was the most natural for you, you had this will about you where anyone would shrivel back i to themselves just in your presence

- no one ever wanted to see what you were like if you got mad, but you never did, you always stayed almost unnervingly calm

- you and Ao'nung made a ferocious pair and soon would be known as the strongest leaders in the history of the clan

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Really wanted to make a fanfic out of this but i got lazy and thought it would be too sad and no one would read it 🤷‍♀️

It ended up being pretty short compared to what i usually write too :/ oh well

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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Chosen by Eywa - The Dream Hunt - Chapter 1

chapter 2 →

summary: eywa makes no mistakes... in the midst of his preparation to become the future olo'eyktan, neteyam is told to be with a chosen mate. guided by the signs of eywa, tsahik picks y/n, a woman orphaned by the war, whose heart already belongs to another

contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers

wc: 4.6k

a/n: i just wanted to say a major THANK YOU for 4k and for the support you have shown for this series before i even posted anything 😭 i hope this meets your expectations, and i am very excited for the next chapters

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Eywa makes no mistakes. Y/N had clung to these words her whole life, since the day her parents were taken by the merciless war against the sky people. She found comfort in knowing that her journey was already prewritten, destined for a greater purpose. But she had never expected for Eywa to turn her world upside down, forcing her to question everything she believed in, and lead her to a love that she never imagined possible…

The scent of smoldering herbs filled the air, mingling with the soft groans and hushed whispers of the healers attending to the small party of warriors. Y/N's deft hands worked quickly, spreading the last thick layer of healing poultice over the gash on his arm. He winced at the searing pain, then let out a weak chuckle at his own reaction.

"Mawey," she murmured to the injured warrior, her voice sweet with warmth that she failed to conceal, “We are done.” Their eyes met briefly, and a blush crept up Y/N's cheeks.

She turned away, to hide a small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips, and stepped closer to Kiri to search for another remedy in their shared basket. Neteyam, sitting beneath his sister's tender ministrations, winced slightly. His eyes then spotted Y/N, who was rifling through the herbs and ointments, though her thoughts seemed to drift somewhere else.

“What are you looking for?” Kiri asked, poking her head out from behind her brother.

“Oh,” Y/N turned, flashing the siblings a sheepish smile, “Was just making sure that we had enough eanean.”

Kiri nodded, though she was hardly convinced. Having worked with Y/N side by side for years now, she had grown to read her subtle moods. Over the past few months especially, with the increased work, the two women had become closer, and Kiri had suspected that there was something going on between Y/N and Kaye, the warrior she was just tending to. But she ultimately decided not to intervene.

“I still don’t understand how you even crossed paths with those skxawngs at the Eastern border,” Kiri returned to the conversation she was having with her brother.

"They were lying in wait," Neteyam answered, his gaze still fixated on Y/N, "I don't know how they figured out we'd be there today, but they attacked us from above."

"That's very bad," Kiri sighed, applying fresh bandages to his back, “What if there were more of them?”

She circled to stand in front of her brother, while her eyes darted around the spacious tent. The healing tent had been expanded due to Mo’at’s request, who had decided that the old one was too cramped. Mo’at also took on more students because of the attacks from the sky people, and the clan now boasted a larger number of healers than ever before.

"We probably wouldn't have made it out alive," Neteyam sighed, disappointed.

The future Olo’yektan saw no point in hiding the intensity of the day’s event; he had barely escaped his own death earlier. He was assigned to lead the party, and the weight of bringing his warriors to safety was heavy on his shoulders. How could he ensure they would never end up in the same situation again? Getting trapped by the sky people, almost facing death. He couldn’t help but feel insecure in his own ability as the future chief, maybe he wasn’t ready to pass his Dream Hunt yet.

Kiri's shoulders slumped in response, though the answer wasn't difficult to guess. She stole a quick glance at Y/N, who seemed to be frozen in place, listening to the conversation. If anything happened to Kaye, if she lost another person she loved to the war, would she be able to bear it?

The familiar touch of Kaye's hand on her back broke Y/N out of her thoughts. As he passed by, uttering a grateful "thank you," she blushed deeply, but the worry in her eyes was not lost on Neteyam.

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Y/N dipped her feet into the cold water, feeling the soreness starting to slip away from her body. The river was serene, calming her, as she had been on her feet all day, working under the watchful eyes of Mo’at and tending to the injured warriors. Kaye, who sat next to her, nudged her thigh with his. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers, his canines peeking out with a small smirk.

“You know I don’t like it when you are upset with me,” he said, nudging her again playfully, “Y/N.”

Her ears twitched, as she turned to look at him with a hint of annoyance at how unserious he was being. He had accidentally blabbered about his stupid idea to take on two geared up sky people at once and almost lost his arm during the encounter.

“The Great Mother may have looked after you today, but it won’t always be so,” she said firmly, “I lost my parents to a slip-up like this. Eywa does not intervene in these matters.”

“I know,” Kaye cupped her cheek tenderly, recognizing the reminiscing in her eyes, “I will be more careful.”

She leaned into his touch, eyes closing for a moment with a small sigh. Her mind wandered back to the memories of her parents. It was a pain that never fully went away, a constant ache that still kept her up at nights.

“I worry about you, Kaye,” she murmured.

“And I worry about you,” he replied softly, his thumb rubbing circles on her cheekbone, “Which is why I think it is time to tell my family about us.”

Y/N blinked at him, feeling the familiar spark of hope ignite within her, but she quickly pushed it aside. She had heard these words from Kaye before, a promise that he had broken time and time again. His family held importance in the clan, his parents were strict, determined to arrange a mate for Kaye, just like they did for the rest of their children. And she was never worthy of their attention. She had nothing to offer to them. Kaye knew that too well, but he continued to give both of them false hopes of a bright future together.

“You don’t have to, it is no rush,” she mumbled, wondering if her devotion to him would ever be matched, “I don’t want you to fight with your parents.”

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Like in the womb of Pandora, surrounded by the elders and the Tsahik, Neteyam proudly wore the white paint on his body as he silently took a seat in the middle of the circle. His mother lingered behind with a mixture of worry and pride on her face; she had looked forward to the day her firstborn passed the Dream Hunt, but the earlier encounter with the sky people had shaken her slightly. What if Neteyam was too tired and wouldn’t survive his uniltaron? Jake threw an assurring arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his chest, and she gratefully complied, peeking at her son with a smile. Jake was grinning, confident that Neteyam, who had already accomplished so much at his age, would pass his trial with ease. He had prepared for it for months, what’s one more rite?

The chanting began to pick up with the beginning of the ritual, and knowing his role too well, Neteyam opened his mouth willingly when Mo'at approached him with a glowing worm hanging from her fingers. The worm wiggled around as Neteyam closed his lips around it and chewed it down. The smoke from burning herbs filled his nose and eyes, burning all the way to his lungs.

The chant grew louder and more hypnotic, and the taste of the worm on his tongue numbed his buds like a torch. Neteyam felt his body vibrate involuntarily, and as his father placed an arachnoid on his neck, he felt it stung him twice mercilessly. Neteyam squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the noise and the pain, as his mind began to slip into a trance. He could feel his lungs give out with a sharp pain and as he desperately gasped for air, it seemed like he was falling, spiraling down with nothing to grab onto. His heartbeat suddenly was louder, faster in his ears, thumping in a rhythm as he plummeted it down. The world went dark, and when he opened his eyes, Neteyam saw himself in the forest, surrounded by mist.

His body went limp for a moment, bright sunlight blinding his vision. He gathered his energy and barely moved to his feet, when with a sudden gust of wind, a banshee flew right above him, so close to the ground that it almost threw him off. Instinctively, Neteyam reached to cover his eyes with his hand, and then he was no longer himself.

His body ached, as it began to stretch out. His hands were growing, transforming into wings, as venom flowed through his blood, he was suddenly floating above the forest. It was like he was on the back of his ikran but the feeling was more intense. Unmistakably, his mind was no longer his own, Neteyam saw and felt through the banshee.

A rush of adrenaline burst through him, and Neteyam, for the first time in his life, was free, as he soared through the sky. He couldn’t express it, but he could feel it somewhere in his heart that this is what he was meant to be. One with Eywa.

As he flew over the trees, he spotted and neared closer to himself. His own Na’vi body stood small and fragile from the new point of view. But there was also somebody else standing next to him. A woman holding his hand. She was laughing, her voice vibrantly filled his ears with a pleasant sound. A long necklace wrapped around her neck and hung all the way down to her stomach, adorned with big beads, glistening under the sun, and blue feathers. Her hair was let down in soft waves, and her face… When Neteyam tried tracing her features, he realized he couldn’t. The image began to slip away from him, and he felt his body betray him once again…

Suddenly, his eyes flew open, the darkness of the cave enveloping him. His trembling body was arched, palms digging into the soil beneath him, sweat rolling down his face in big drops. Neteyam took a moment to regain his breath, heart pounding.

“It is finished,” Mo’at’s voice broke the silence, words echoing through the cave.

Neteyam winced slightly at the loudness and rubbed his eyes to regain his vision. He could feel the eyes of elderly on him, then the relief in his mother’s voice, as she rushed to his side. Her hands reached for his face, massaging his temples.

“Did you see your spirit animal?” Neytiri asked with a smile, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

Neteyam nodded weakly, a small smile of his own stretching across his lips.

“I saw an ikran… I was the ikran!” he exclaimed, his laughter filling the cave.

Jake and Neytiri joined in his giddy laughter, the rest of the circle smiling in approval. Neytiri pulled her son into a tight embrace.

“We are very proud of you, son,” Jake said, crouching down next to them and patting Neteyam’s head, knowing exactly what he went through.

“Thank you,” Neteyam smiled, then as if he remembered another vision from his Dream Hunt, continued, “But I saw something else too!”

Mo’at approached him hastily, making a room for herself, as she splayed her fingers against Neteyam’s face. She peered into his amber eyes with curiosity, urging him to continue.

“I saw a woman,” he smiled, the memory returning to him, “She was holding my hand… well, the hand of my Na’vi body.”

Neytiri gasped softly, her eyes widening with shock. Mo’at’s expression remained stoic, though she gripped Neteyam’s shoulder.

“Did you recognize her, child?” she questioned, concealing her surprise.

“No, I couldn’t see her face,” Neteyam shook his head with a slight disappointment, “She was a Na’vi woman. But I couldn’t see her clearly.” He looked to his father, seeking answers, but found only confusion there.

Neytiri and Mo’at shared a knowing glance before rising to their feet. Neytiri brought her hands to her chest, anxiety etched onto her features. Jake registered it immediately, now alerted too by their reactions.

“Is something wrong?” he whispered to her.

She looked back at him, confusion marring her expression. She wasn’t really sure what it meant, only knew that Eywa very rarely sent a vision during the uniltaron. Mo’at circled around Neteyam, the air thick with tension. He waited patiently, his eyes trained on his grandmother, though he was already a little worried by how long she waited to speak. She took a step back and motioned for him to stand up. He complied, his body still weak.

“The Great Mother had blessed you with another vision, a peek into your destiny,” Mo’at’s tone was serious.

Jake’s ears perked up, unsure if it should excite him or scare him. He looked around the cave, seeking for a similar reaction, but everyone except him and Neteyam seemed to have an idea of what it meant.

“What does it mean, grandmother?” Neteyam asked carefully.

“It is time, Neteyam,” Mo’at spoke with a glimmer of pride in her eyes, “The Great Mother thinks you are ready to take a mate. Your journey begins now.”

Neytiri wrapped her arms around her son once more with a bittersweet smile. She seemed relieved by the explanation. Neteyam, like the perfect son, had passed every rite on his own. Now it was time for him to face the rest of his challenges with a woman by his side, someone he would love and cherish. He wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. Jake watched with the same confused expression on his face, ever so often glancing at Neytiri to try and understand how he should react.

“If you have already chosen a mate in secret from the clan, you must reveal it now, child,” Mo’at spoke again.

“No, grandmother, I have not chosen,” Neteyam shook his head firmly, “I am not mated with anyone.”

“Very well,” Mo’at heaved a sigh, then tilted her head slightly, “Do you have anyone in mind for the role?”

“No,” he shook his head again, this time slightly embarrassed by his own answer. It was the only thing he lacked so far, “I didn’t have time for that.”

The words brought a pang of guilt to his parents. They both lowered their ears immediately, feeling fully responsible for raising their son with such a weighty burden on his shoulders.

“Good. Then the search begins,” Mo’at announced, “You will hear the answer soon.”

Neteyam felt his heart sink. His mouth hung open, as he looked around the cave for support but the elderly only seemed content with the decision and began to disperse. He would hear the answer? Were they going to decide for him? Of course, arranging bonds was quite common and successful in his clan, especially within the line of Olo’eyktans. Their mates were chosen carefully, keeping in mind that the couples had to be strong enough to lead their people through thick and thin. But he was content with his life as of now, exploring the forests and working on his skills. Neteyam didn’t feel ready, despite his vision. He glanced at his father, who was now frowning and clearly holding himself back from speaking, biding his time until they were left alone to discuss the matter further.

“Neteyam, you should go to the celebration, your brother and sisters have been waiting for you this whole time," Neytiri spoke softly.

"But mother -" Neteyam tried to protest.

"No buts, boy," his father interjected, “You did well. Go celebrate."

“Fine,” Neteyam nodded, his voice falling to a whisper.

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It has been a few days since Neteyam passed his Dream Hunt, but he was already impatient for his grandmother’s decision. It could take her months to make it, yet he couldn’t help the anxiousness. Was he too late to choose a mate for himself? What made it worse was the conversations he overheard between his parents. He tiptoed around the corner of his family tent, his mind already racing with conflicting thoughts. He had gathered every argument and piled it into a high tower, ready to unravel it onto his parents, but as their voices grew louder, he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"I can’t believe you’re going along with this, Neytiri," Jake's voice echoed, his tone growing more exasperated by the second. "He should have a choice in who he wants to spend his life with."

"He didn’t make a choice in time," Neytiri replied, her voice firm, "But the Great Mother has. A mate has already been chosen by Eywa.”

“And what if he doesn’t like this arrangement? You were in his place once,” Jake was upset. He had never expected Neytiri to agree with Mo’at’s decision.

“Ma’Jake,” Neytiri sighed, “Eywa makes no mistakes. Neteyam received a clear sign, it would be foolish to ignore it.”

Neteyam's heart skipped a beat at her words. His mother seemed determined that it was the right step to take, and deep down, he thought he agreed with her. He had to trust in the wisdom of Eywa. Yet, Neteyam was scared because of his own helplessness.

“I don’t know…” Jake trailed off.

It wasn't fair play, arguing with Tsahik’s decision, with Eywa’s signs. Jake may have lived on Pandora for over 20 years, having been reborn as a Na’vi, but he still felt like an outsider when it came to the traditions of the clan. He wasn’t going to enforce his opinions with his position as Toruk Makto and go against everyone. But he also didn’t want to see his son suffer.

Neteyam sighed before stepping into the tent and revealing himself. Both of his parents stiffened, having suspected that he overheard their conversation. He felt caught between two and he had no other choice but to put a stop to it.

“‘Itan,” Neytiri’s expression softened, sensing the uncertainty in his eyes. She walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I know that you might feel confused but I believe that accepting Eywa’s sign will lead you to being a strong leader someday. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices, but ultimately the Great Mother looks after us. Our fate is already written.”

“Whatever your grandmother decides, you don’t have to go along with it, if you don’t want to, Neteyam,” Jake added with a strained voice, “Trust your heart.”

Neytiri nodded with a small sigh. She too was conflicted, torn between her trust and her love for her son. The vision during the Dream Hunt was a rare blessing, and Neytiri didn't want Neteyam to miss out on it.

“You have been destined for greatness, ‘itan,” her expression softened, “We will be with you every step of your journey.”

“Thank you,” Neteyam looked between his parents, “But I decided to accept the sign. And I want to make you proud,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jake and Neytiri exchanged a glance. Neteyam could feel the weight of his clan's expectations heavy on his shoulders, like he couldn’t refuse, no matter how much his parents expressed they would support him. Now, as he looked at their worried faces, he knew he had to put his own desires aside for the sake of his people.

“Grandmother sent me over to get you. She has her answer,” Kiri’s voice trembled slightly as she delivered the news, interrupting their moment.

Her ears were flat against her skull, face etched with worry for the burden placed upon her brother. She could only hope that he would be happy and at peace with whatever will be decided.

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One man's joy is another man's sorrow.

Becoming the future Olo’eyktan’s mate, getting accepted into his family, being his family, filling the hole left by the death of her parents. To be granted the ultimate praise and be chosen by Tsahik, be approved, be enough. After losing everything, it all seemed too good to be true to Y/N.

Her heart sunk deep in her chest, voice hitching in her throat before words of protest could even escape. How could she agree to being with Neteyam? Sure, he was handsome, skillful, he was respected and would be sweet to her. But he wasn’t Kaye, wasn’t the one she wanted. Not the one who promised to be hers. No. It was going to be Neteyam, the future Olo’eyktan. The guy who had grown up with the eyes of the whole clan on him. Who was performing all the time, concealed his true feelings. Someone whom she didn’t know well, whom she never saw that way.

“Y/N, do you accept?” Mo’at asked, her voice louder this time.

Y/N’s thoughts raced faster at the gravity of the question. Mating with Neteyam would fulfill her duty to her people, a duty to carry on the traditions, an opportunity to belong, to be part of something bigger, greater. To finally feel useful, be able to give back to her clan. She glanced at Tsahik and could see the disapproval etched on the older woman’s features.

Any girl would kill to be in her position. It felt like a slap to even consider rejecting Neteyam, Mo’at was convinced that her grandson was going to be everything and more. She had seen him in her visions since even before he was born. He had a strong heart, was destined to be a leader, guide his clan to a better future, make a happy one for himself too.

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, each breath Y/N took felt like a burden on her chest. Jake and Neytiri, who stood nearby, waited patiently, hoping for the answer they wanted to hear but also expecting the one they feared. It was hard to tell apart which was which. Y/N stole another glance at Neteyam, whom she had greeted only a few minutes ago, just before his grandmother revealed her vision of Y/N being mated with him. He looked guilty, chewing on his bottom lip, muscles tense, as he desperately seeked for a reaction from her, anything. He felt the guilt eating away at him, he wasn’t blind, Neteyam had seen they way she was around Kaye. He just couldn’t understand why they had never announced it to the clan. Maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult now…

“I-I,” she stuttered, “I don’t know what to say, it is a great honor but…”

“But you deny?” Mo’at raised her eyebrows in disbelief, completely baffled with her answer.

“No - yes,” Y/N stammered, shaking her head, “I am only saying that there are many women in the clan who are worthy of becoming the mate of the future Olo’eyktan. Women better than me, who would know how to lead a clan.”

Mo’at pursed her lips together, clearly dissatisfied. Y/N wanted to scream, to run away, to hide from the responsibility that was thrust upon her so unexpectedly. Neteyam's eyes bore into hers, pleading silently for a chance. But she didn't know him, not really. How could she possibly agree to mate with someone her heart didn’t long for? Neytiri shifted uncomfortably, nudging Jake to do something, anything to ease the situation. He sighed, stepping forward to Y/N.

“I know it can be hard to let people take care of you, kid, but sometimes it is okay to let yourself just be,” he placed a hand over her shoulder, his features etched with sincerity, “Your parents were great people. I thought very highly of them, I truly mean it.”

“I know, Olo’eyktan, they respected you too,” Y/N nodded weakly.

Ever since their passing, Y/N could feel Jake’s protective gaze on her. He had been looking out for her for years now, making sure that people in the clan treated her well. It was him who had asked Mo’at to take Y/N as a student because he saw the potential in her to help others. But now, it was time for him to be taking all that back, and the realization made her heart clench painfully.

“I’ve never told you this but before your mother passed away, I was there with her,” he paused for a moment, “She asked me to take care of you, to make sure you had a place in the clan. And I know of no better way to fulfill that wish than this.”

As he spoke, Y/N's felt like shrinking under the weight of his arm still resting on her shoulder. She couldn’t tell him that her heart belonged to someone else, someone she could never have because she had nothing to offer. Nothing to give, nothing to make his family think she was worthy of him.

“The sign of Eywa was clear,” Neytiri chimed in, drawing attention back to her, “Neteyam had a vision during his Dream Hunt. He saw his mate.”

“But that’s… that never happens during Dream Hunts!” Y/N seemed baffled too.

She looked at Neteyam, hoping for a further explanation, but he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Shame and pressure showed on his face, as if the argument made by his mother put him into an even deeper pit of despair.

“It happens rarely,” Neytiri continued, then smiled softly, as if catching up on with her own thoughts, “Very rarely, Eywa sends these signs to exceptional Na’vi. It must be her way of saying that it is time to let somebody else help him on the rest of his journey.”

Useful. It was the precise word Y/N used, whenever she asked for Tsahik’s help during the lessons. When her eyes would go red from the amount of tears she shed when she felt unwanted. When she hid herself from the man she loved because his parents would never accept her. Y/N had always been a hard worker, eager to prove herself in the clan, but no matter how much she did, it never felt enough.

Neteyam watched her with fear and desperation. Now the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to make things work. The pressure of being the perfect son, the future leader, was a weight that he needed to share with someone strong.

Then they saw it. A single atokirina’, a sacred seed that had last appeared to Y/N on the day her parents were killed, floated around her, casting a soft glow over her features. For a moment, nobody spoke, watching the seed with adoring smiles. Y/N's expression softened too, feeling as if the Great Mother herself had blessed her. Eywa had spoken.

“It seems like Eywa tries hard to convince you, my child,” Mo’at's words were soothing, her voice softening as she spoke with adoration for her world.

"To be chosen by Eywa is a wondrous thing,” Neytiri added with a grin.

Y/N’s gaze met Neteyam's, his eyes searching for any sign of what she was thinking. Did he feel the same pressure as her? Did he want this, or was he as trapped as she was?

“Is this really how it works?” Y/N asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Eywa speaks to us in many ways, my child,” Mo’at nodded.

chapter 2 →

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space-blue · 1 year

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This Ta'unui Tsahik and Olo'eyktan couple was absolutely fantastic in their design and acting and I want more people to draw them... The scene also provides very useful pose references for Metkayina anatomy (who we rarely see kneeling otherwise).

So you'll find as many references as I can provide under the cut. Don't waste your (and my) time telling me that scene was awful, I'm not sharing screenshots to relish the pain that village was put through. I'm trying to provide good references for anatomy, tattoo design, etc. I want more Metkayina rep.

All under the cut!

#metkayina #ta'unui #tsahik #olo'eyktan #reef na'vi #na'vi #na'vi references #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar screenshots #avatar references #jc avatar

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ponyinpinklover-blog · 25 days

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Spoilers for Solek's journey

I'm glad that Solek is with us in the resistance but I wonder how different his life could've been if he stayed with the anurai. Its sad seeing him cry over the thought of having a home and a family again but having to turn it down to follow his path. I'm really excited to see what is next for solek.

#avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #frontiers of pandora #solek #taili #tsahik #anurai #clan #afop

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ilov3spiderman · 6 months

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(this is my first time writing so please bare with me)

NETEYAM BOYFRIEND HCS

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

fluff only!! Implying reader is a girl

needs to be touching you at all times, even if its as simple like holding your hand or touching shoulders because he wants your comfort ♡

he tries not to raise his voice around you to keep the image of him being a calm and collected person in your head (spoiler alert: it never works because he’s always having to yell at Lo’ak)

he tried to cook for you at one point, you thought it was cute until he almost burned your hut down trying to do a “cool trick”

loves to lay side by side with you and look at the dark sky thats filled with various stars

he gets so embarrassed when he sees you watching him get scolded by his father

LOVESS YOUR COOKING ♡♡

his family loves you, especially tuk as she now has someone new to play with ♡

kiri is kind of glad that she has another girl to talk to, other than Neytiri and tuk ♡

he always tries to impress you with different kinds of tricks, and when he fails the trick, he’ll literally practice until he gets it right

his favorite thing to do with you is fly freely with your ikrans ♡

he tries to convince you to skip your tsahìk training to hang out with him (it never really works)

sorry it was short, i was actually loosing interest pretty fast with this so im sorry😭

- Carmen・❥・

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justarainydayy · 1 year

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crossposted from wattpad @/justarainyday__

requested by @/Being_olivia on wattpad

aonung x human!reader

y/n pov

it's just past midday, and a light breeze is swaying the leaves above each of the suspended pods that were occupied with families eating lunch.

i was walking along the elastic bridges that connected each of the pods, hearing the mumbling of conversations from inside them along with the occasional hiss from my oxygen mask.

i was holding a large shallow bowl of different fruits from around the island, along with small flowers from the bushes lining the shores.

i also carried a bag that was hanging around my elbow and was filled with homemade goods that neytiri had made. the net bag consisted of different colours of loincloths, beautifully crafted necklaces, and delicate shawls that took hours to make.

neytiri hadn't been adjusting to the move very well, only participating in swimming lessons early in the morning before returning to our family pod for the rest of the day. that's how i had so many different clothes to give considering how little time we had been here.

i was making my way to the olo'eyktan's pod; it was only somewhat larger than the others and was located slightly in front of them, hanging over the ocean water between the larger roots of the trees that seemed to circle the island.

"hello!" i called out as i approached the opened side of the pod, taking a deep breath as my mask hissed once again. i stepped inside the pod, but still hadn't received an answer, so i assumed no one was home and i'd have to wait for the family's return to apologise for my brothers' behavior.

lo'ak had punched the shit out of the olo'eyktan's son, aonung, after he and his little group of friends had called kiri, and the rest of our family freaks. neteyam had joined lo'ak in beating up the group of metkayina boys.

i appeared next to kiri about halfway through the fight, and honestly, i was almost embarrassed as i watched lo'ak get dragged by his tail through the wet sand and shallow water.

"can i help you?" i spun around quickly, another hiss coming from my mask as i gasped slightly. aonung had seemingly materialised out of thin air. "um, i came to apologise for my brothers' actions toward you and your friends," i replied, lifting the bowl of fruit a bit, "that and neytiri thought it would be good for me to try and get on your mother's good side."

aonung let out a short chuckle. "i'm afraid no one can get on her good side, not even her children," he joked. it felt like he was staring me down, and more than just that i was feet shorter than him.

it felt like he was staring into my soul. my eye darted around the tightly woven straw floors, trying to avoid eye contact with the turquoise-coloured boy in front of me.

finally looking back up at him, i realise his left eye is swollen. i hiss at the potential pain he could be in. i bring one of my legs up to rest the bottom of the bowl i was holding and say, "that's going to bruise badly." i bring my now free hand up to point at the boy's eye.

aonung nods his head, "you must know a lot about bruises." i frown my brows, confused as to why he would assume that "you know cause of all the fighting your family has done against the sky people." i place my foot back on the ground and hold the bowl with both hands. "uh yea, i guess we did a lot of that." i nod back at him, looking back down this time to inspect the fruit and flowers in the bowl.

"it's kind of weird that you, a sky person, fight against your people." aonung starts to walk around me, circling me and stopping behind me, scrutinising every inch of my being. "i may be human, but i am not a sky person; i was born among the people; i grew up a na'vi," i argue with him as i lift my head and look over my shoulder at him.

"you will never be na'vi." ronal, aonung's mother, and tsahik of the metkayina clan, called as she and her mate walked through the opening in the woven structure, i bowed my head with disappointment, knowing a lot of na'vi saw me as nothing but a potential traitor.

"olo'eyktan, tsahik." i turn towards them and drop to my knees in front of them, saying, "i come bearing fruits and gifts as an apology for the trouble my family has caused you in such a short time of being here." i keep my head low, not wanting to meet ronald's harsh gaze.

"did neytiri put you up to this? did she send you to make you seem like a golden child? so that i may like you more even though you are human?" she questioned my intentions. "no, of course not, tsahik, i came to apologise on behalf of my family, nothing more." i gave a small glance up at aonung, hoping he wouldn't rat me out. he thankfully stays silent, watching the interaction off to the side.

"now, now, let's not blame the girl for the sky people's actions." tonowari holds his hand out in front of his mate, trying to calm her. "you can stand now, y/n," he commands.

i slowly stand and meet ronal's gaze. "is there somewhere you would like me to put this?" i ask, referring to the bowl of fruits and flowers in my slightly sore arms. "just put it in the corner." she quickly dismisses me. her hand motions towards the corner of the pod, which already had a small stack of food and a box.

i walk towards the corner, squat down, and place the bowl on the floor, making sure none of the fruit rolls out of the bowl before standing back up.

i turn back around to face ronald and nowari, moving the net bag that had been forgotten around my elbow to my hands, "i also have some clothing items for you and your family." i inform either one of the adults. ronal lets out a small, displeased grunt, barely able to hold back an eye roll.

"that's very sweet of you." tonowari gave me a fond smile, which i returned. "ronald, would you please look through them?" he asked with a small hand gesture towards me. she gave him a hard glare before directing it at me.

ronal walks up to me while i hold out the mesh bag full of clothing. she snatched it, pulling out the item on top, before moving the bag to rest on her elbow. she holds up a gorgeous pearl and shell necklace.

it had several layers of pearls, and in the middle of each layer was a unique shell with macramé around it holding it in place.

she turned the article of clothing in her hand, inspecting every detail of it; no doubt she was trying to find an imperfection to comment on. "there's something for everyone in there," i informed her and the other two standing idle in the pod.

i wish tsireya was here; she would already praise me like a god for the simplest gesture of kindness. i can only imagine how profoundly thankful she would be for the fruit and clothes.

"how has she been able to create all these in such a short time?" ronal's question was about neytiri, and i should've known she would try to find a way to shame my family and label us a useless.

"she has the gift of quick hands. kiri and i helped her with it as well." it wasn't entirely a lie; neytiri did have quick hands, and kiri and i had helped her make clothes. back in the forest. we had all been too busy learning how to live in the new environment, especially kiri. the water seemed to enchant the girl.

ronal puts the necklace back into the bag and digs around it, having a quick look at the rest of the items in it. "if anything is a bit too big or small, please let me know and i can fix it." i gave her a small smile.

although her face doesn't hold a frown anymore, it doesn't hold a smile either. "we appreciate your kindness; thank you for the gifts." on the other hand, tonawaris' face held a wide, greatful grin.

ronal drops the bag of clothes to the floor and takes an airy stride toward me. "you give gifts, but what about my son's face?" i was stunned by her question. i didn't really expect her to accept my apology, but to start this kind of drama was a little much.

"how are your fruits and clothes going to fix the pain my son is in?" she takes another step forward. "or the cuts on his hands?" she was now leaning over me. her face held anger, and i had to admit i was scared of her.

"umm, i could help him rap his hands and apply an ointment for the cuts." i don't know why i was offering to help heal her son; she didn't seem to want any of my family to be near hers, especially me.

"you will do as you say, and only then will i forgive you and your family." ronal quickly turns away from me and grabs her mate's hand, dragging him to leave the pod with her.

i spun around to face aonung, my mouth hanging open and my brows furrowed. i was beyond confused as to what just happened. never in a million years had i imagined ronal leaving me to treat her son's wounds.

"what the hell just happened?" i asked the boy in front of me, "i, uh, don't really know." it seemed he was just as confused as me.

"just sit down and i'll fix you up," i command, turning away from him before quickly turning back and asking, "where do you keep your medicines?" "they're in the box just over there," he says, pointing to a medium-sized box in the same corner as the food while he sits down.

i walk back over to the corner, squat down, and lift the lid off the box, pulling out a small roll of dried seaweed bandages and a small wooden jar full of cream for the small cuts lining aonung's knuckles.

closing the box, i stand and walk over to aonung with the helpful items in my hands. i lower myself to the floor and sit directly in front of him, placing the items between us.

i held out my hand for him as i opened the jar and dipped my fingers into the ointment with the other, ready to apply it to his knuckles. when neither of his hands moved from their position in his lap, i looked up at him, and although his face didn't show confusion, i could tell he didn't understand.

"give me your hand," i command the boy, still staring at his face. "what?" the confusion was definitely showing on his face. i now roll my eyes before instructing him again. "give me your hand, skxawng," his brows now frown in slight offence as his hand still sits unmoving in his lap. i roll my eyes once more before looking down and grabbing one of his hands.

i started to rub the small amount of cream that was sitting on my opposite hand along the small red splits across his knuckles. "ow, that stings," aonung tries to pull his hand back, "stay still," as i tighten my grip on his hand, pulling it closer to me, before continuing to rub the ointment into his hand.

once i was done applying the cream to both of his hands, i delicately rapped them in the dark green bandages, tucking the end of them into themselves and saying, "there's all better." i let go of his hand, going from my sitting position to my knees, and grabbed both sides of his face, turning it to one side to inspect his swollen eye a bit more.

"this is a bit forward, don't you think?" aonung looks up at me with an arrogant smirk; i had a slight height advantage in this position. "oh shut up, i'm just making sure lo'ak didn't break that perfect little nose of yours," i say in a baby voice toward the end before tapping the end of his nose.

grabbing the left-over bandages and jar of cream, i stand up and walk over to the box, putting the items back inside before resting the lid back on top.

standing back up and turning to say my goodbyes, aonung stands right in front of me, startling me slightly. "wha-" before i can even finish my question, aonung cuts me off, "meet me on the beach tonight." he wasn't asking. "why should i do that?" i stare up at his face, looking into his eyes, "because i want to show you something." he smiles widely, "i don't know." he grabs my hands, "please." it almost sounded like he was begging. i knew aonung was as mean as he pretended to be. he just hung around the wrong people.

his thumbs rubbed over my hands; between his radiant smile and comforting hands, i could say no more than, "okay, i'll meet you on the beach. what time?" his smile widens even more. "later, after your family has gone to sleep, try not to get caught." i nodded my head at his words, "okay." a small smile graces my face. "i should get going." i tell aonung, as his smile falls just a bit, "i'll see you tonight." i once again nodded my head at his words before leaving his pod.

i walk back along the stretchy yellow-tan coloured bridges toward my own family pod, walking through the large open space in a daze. "what took you so long?" kiri had asked from the floor as she was cleaning up dishes that had been left over from lunch, "no one was home so i had to wait a bit." i lied, not wanting her to know that i had taken so long because i had patched up her bully.

"well, you missed lunch," kiri says, turning her head back to the dishes in front of her, "oh, it's okay, i'll just have some fruit and wait for dinner." i walk past kiri and towards our own food corner, grabbing a vibrantly coloured piece of fruit.

i took a deep breath, my mask hissing, before i lifted it off my face enough to allow me to take a larger bite from the fruit before moving the mask back down on my face properly and taking a deep inhale through my nose, making it hiss again.

chewing the fruit in my mouth before swallowing, "where is everyone?" i ask kiri as i inspect the deserted pod beside the two of us: "tuk's out with tsireya feeding the ilu, lo'ak and neteyam are just outside swimming, and it's date afternoon."

now that i was listening, i could hear splashing and the occasional comment made by the brothers just outside, "mmm." i gave an acknowledging hum towards kiri's explanation before walking back over to sit with her and watch her clean the few dishes left before making small talk.

the afternoon seemed to drag on for a while, but it was finally dinner, meaning it was almost bedtime, meaning i would sneak out soon to see whatever it was that aonung wanted to show me.

neytiri had prepared an assortment of different foods, setting them out each in a different bowl in the centre of the circle. my family and i were seated on the floor, our own plates sitting in front of us with utensils.

once neytiri was done placing each item of food down in front of us, she sat down herself, joining the circle. she closed her eyes and said a meaningful prayer to eywa before reopening them and looking at each of us, giving a small nod that told us we were allowed to eat.

neteyam and lo'ak playfully fight over the pieces of food, seeing who can get them out of the bowl and onto their plate first, while kiri and i sit back and wait for them to be done acting like skxawngs. jake prepares his food, occasionally adding something to neytiri's plate as she was distracted helping fill tuk's plate with food.

once we were plated, we ate mostly in silence. "have you apologised to aonung, lo'ak?" jake breaks the silence. "no, not yet. mother sent y/n out with gifts to apologise on our behalf, though." lo'ak informs his father of my adventures and says, "mmm, that's not good enough. make sure you apologise to him tomorrow." jakes' voice held authority and a slight bit of anger while he gave lo'ak a look. "yes, sir." lo'ak quickly looked back down at his food, wanting the embarrassing conversation to be over.

i ate my food in silence, even though everyone around me was talking. neteyam and lo'ak argued over which of them was a better swimmer. kiri and tuk were babbling about random things, and jake and neytiri were talking about what they'd be doing tomorrow.

"is everything all right, y/n?" neytiri asked me from across the family circle, "you've been very quiet." the entire family's eyes were on me now. i felt like a small germ under a microscope. "just tired." i gave a small smile towards neytiri, showing my appreciation for her worry, but the truth is, my mind was wondering about aonung and what he wanted to show me, and the way he held my hands, begging me to come.

i spaced out and suddenly dinner was over, the dishes were clean, and we were all heading to bed, each of us laying down on our own individual thick mats, besides neytiri and jake, made from the furs of animals and stuffed with feathers. there were blankets folded neatly near by, but it was a bit too warm for them.

trying to keep myself awake wasn't hard as my mind was still racing. it had been a while since everyone had fallen asleep, but i waited a little longer just to be sure before carefully standing up and heading towards the large opening in the wall.

my mask lets out a sudden hiss. i turn my head around to look at my sleeping family, making sure i hadn't woken any of them up. none of them stirred in their sleep; instead, steady breaths and light snoring filled the pod.

i continue to make my way out of the pod, making it out, and i walk along the elastic bridge this time toward the beach.

i waited on the beach for a few minutes, starting to think aonung had stood me up, before deciding to wait a few more minutes, looking between the dark ocean and the starry sky.

i hear movement behind me and turn around, spotting aonung. "finally, i was beginning to think you'd never show up," i call out to the boy as he continues to walk towards me. "how long were you waiting?" he stops standing in front of me. "a while," i say, looking up at him. "oh, sorry." his gaze moves from my face to the sand.

"so what did you want to show me?" aonung's head instantly lifts back up, this time with a wide smile. "follow me." he turns and starts to walk down the beach away from the village. i follow after him, jogging a bit to catch up.

"i hope you don't mind a midnight swim," aonung calls over his shoulder as he dives into the water. i roll my eyes at his cockiness, following him into the water.

my oxygen mask is hissing louder and releasing bubbles with every breath i take under the water's surface.

aonung holds his hand out for me to grab, knowing i wasn't as fast of a swimmer as him. i hold onto his hand as he starts to swish his tail from side to side, his hips doing the same, while i kick my legs up and down.

we were swimming under water for a few minutes, swimming into the opening of a large rock, before aonung started to swim up, pulling me along with him. after being under the water for so long, his breathing became steady almost instantly.

looking around at where aonung had basically just dragged me, it seemed we were in a cave with a high ceiling that was dimly lit up with different bioluminescent vines and small glowing gems that were stuck into the wall.

i swim over to the side of the pool, hoisting myself up to sit off the edge with my legs still dangling in the water. looking around the plateau i was now seated on, there was a large amount of different plant life growing around the pool of water and up the walls.

"i'm pretty sure you'd be able to breathe in here." aonung's comment stunned me. i look back at him with shock, thinking, 'this boy is trying to kill me.' "what makes you think that?" i ask the boy, hesitant to believe his statement, "well, i was hiding out in here from my mother a while back, and i almost died from the lack of carbon in the air." aonung laughs like his close call with death was the funniest thing.

once he had stopped laughing and saw the bewildered look on my face, he walked toward me, only being waist deep in the water. "you don't believe me?" he asked, stopping in front of me. "not really, sorry." i looked down at my hands that were fiddling in my lap.

"would you at least try?" aonung asked, referring to me trying to breathe in the cave without my mask on. i stayed staring down at my lap now biting my lip.

aonung stepped closer to me, stopping in between my legs. his hands moved up from the water to rest on my knees. i looked up at him as he looked down on me, his eyes capturing my entire being. i sat still as he lifted one of his hands from my knee up to my face, his fingers dancing along the edge of my mask, asking for permission.

i don't say anything but give a very small, almost unnoticeable nod. he moves his hand to grip the bottom of the mask, pulling it completely off my face, and places it beside me. i hold my breath for a second before taking a shallow breath of the air around me.

i wasn't choking on it, but it seemed to sit heavy in my lungs. i took another deep breath, looking up at aonung in astonishment at the fact that i was somehow breathing.

aonung continues to look down at me with a wide smirk that says, 'i told you so.' i roll my eyes at the boy's facial expression before starting back into his silvery blue eyes that looked like they held all the constellations in them. he brings the same hand back up to my face, resting it on my cheek and rubbing his thumb along my check bone.

aonung starts to lean forward slowly. my heart quickens as i notice his eye flicking between my eyes and my lips. once he was only an inch away, i closed my eyes. my head was completely blank. my stomach tingled, waiting for what was about to happen.

he kisses me for just a second, and i open my eyes again, seeing a blushing boy in front of me. i let myself smirk at the flustered boy standing in front of me.

he leans in for another kiss, this one longer and more needy. he brings his hand that was still resting on my knee up to my waist, pulling me close to the edge and trying to pull me closer to him.

aonung's hand that was resting on my face was now resting at the base of my head; his fingers were tangled in my hair, deepening the kiss. he pulled away for a quick second, allowing us both to inhale, before he was kissing me again.

his lips leave my lips and start to trail along my jaw, giving it small pecks. "aonung". i breathe out as my hands rest on the boy's chest. i feel him smile against my jaw, scooting back a bit so i could see his face, and i bring my hands up to either side of it, asking, "what was that for?"

aonung hops out of the water, sitting next to me, before moving further out of the water to lay completely on the flat rock surface. i turn, bringing my legs out of the water, and lay on my stomach by aonung's side, my head resting on my hands, staring at him, waiting for an answer to my question.

"what? can't a boy kiss the girl he likes?" he answers my question with a question and a dumb look on his face. i roll my eyes at his cockiness, moving to sit on my legs. "you're a skxawgn." anung quickly leans up on his elbow. "you love it." he says it in a low whisper. he brings one of his hands up to the back of my head, pulling me down for another kiss.

the moment felt unreal, more unreal than the fact that i was sitting over an 8-foot-tall turquoise alien.

the glowing plants provided the perfect atmosphere in the cave, and i never wanted to leave. i wanted this perfect moment to freeze in time, but we both knew we had feuding families to get back to.

"we should probably get going," i told aonung with a small smile. "why?" he asks, not wanting to leave the blissful atmosphere of the cave. "we can't stay in here forever; we'll suffocate," pointing out the fact that neither of us could stay in here long.

"i can think of other ways to suffocate us." aonung jokes grabbing my arm and pulling me down with him. i lay on his chest for a moment before pushing myself back up, saying, "come on, you big baby, i'll let you walk me home."

i grab my oxygen mask while standing up. aonung quickly doing the same, stopping me from putting my mask on. "one more," he says before giving me a leisurely, passionate kiss.

i smile widely up at the boy before continuing to put my mask back on. it hisses as i take a deep breath of fresh air. we both jump back into the water and swim out of the cave.

once we were back on the beach, aonung held his arm over my shoulder, keeping me close to his side. my arms were wrapped around his waist as we walked back towards the village.

aonung walks with me all the way back to my pod before he removes his arm from around me, bending down, and gives me a long kiss on the head. "i'll see you tomorrow." i smile at him and nod.

i watch him as he walks off in the direction of his own pod, and i step inside, tiptoeing towards my sleeping family and laying back down on the furry mat.

"where were you?" kiri's head pops up from over neteyam's sleeping body. my heart is beating quick in my chest, scared i had gotten caught. "i went on a walk." i shuffle around, trying to get comfortable and avoid this conversation. "you were gone for ages, though." she must've been awake since i left. "i got distracted by the stars." i answer before rolling over, leaving kiri to stare at the back of my head.

sleep came easy, having had a peaceful dream of the boy i couldn't wait to see in the morning.

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(a/n i have zero clue if the whole breathing in certain areas because there isn't a lot of carbon in the air is possible but oh well 🤷‍♀️)

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