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YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: @avis-writeshq says -

HELLO HELLO jumping on your 2k celebration reqs because 2K OMG SO DESERVED ‼️🫶

may i perhaps request a spencer reid x fem!reader fic please 🥹 maybe him post prison w new reader and she follows him around everywhere because she’s just instantly enamoured to him 🤭

thank you so so much lovely and congrats again !!!

Description: thirteen years in the fbi and ten weeks in prison does a number on Spencer, only when he arrives back in the office he meets the sunshine rookie that seems rather taken with him.

word length: 2.6k (this really ran away from me)

warnings: post-prison Reid, slightest age gap, Spencer dealing with coming home from prison, gun shooting?

authors note: hozier’s new song 'Too Sweet' + post-prison reid is a need, not a want.

He smelled her french vanilla perfume before he even knew she was there. But then again, it was all he could smell the minute she waltzed into the office with a tray of coffee, like someone had stuck a sweet dessert in the oven and baked it on full.

“Good morning!” She chirped, winding an arm over his shoulder and setting down a take out cup and a little chocolate donut on his desk, “Pen said you like chocolate, and I mean who doesn’t like chocolate, right?”

She was potent when she was so close to him, and in one single breath he caught a whiff of her shampoo, before she had flitted over to her side of the desk that sat opposite his, where Morgan once sat. Noticing his hesitance, mistaking it for discontent she paused, almost spilling her own beverage over the potted plant she kept by her keyboard, scrambling to set it on the surface.

“Y-you do like chocolate right? I mean they had strawberry too, I can switch yours with JJ’s, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind-” She splurged, and her face was much too worried considering it was a matter of a donut, particularly considering he was already eying up the way the thick chocolate was melting in the pastry bag.

“Chocolate is great, I love…” He held up the bag to read the label with squinting hazel hues, “Cocoa Caramel delight,”

He had never heard of it.

He had never even seen this brand, but he wanted to quell her nerves even in the slightest. The BAU didn’t have the funds for a new keyboard, let alone time to send her to the ER if she ended up spilling her coffee over her hand.

She seemed convinced, and he offered her a small smile, not exactly his most enthusiastic, but then again he hadn’t been much of a morning person since he’d come out of prison. He liked quiet, he liked a moment to himself before Penelope called them into the round table for briefing. But she was sweet, too sweet perhaps for the dark nature of their job.

He could already see it chewing up her perky disposition and spitting her right back out within a year. It happened to the best of them.

But she smiled back at him, a million watt grin that made him think maybe he was being a little cruel. She was still brand new, still trying to make friends and he remembered how hard he tried when it had been his first few weeks on the team. He turned his gaze away from her in shame, reading the way she’d written his name on the cup in a pink sharpie, framing it with two doodle hearts.

She all but skipped away, sensing he didn’t feel like talking much anymore, and he heard Emily exclaiming she was ‘A caffeine angel sent from the heavens,’ as she handed her the drink. He watched her braided hair disappear down the hall as she bounced over to Penelope’s lair.

He picked at the cocoa caramel delight with a kind of self loathing he was familiar with, the french vanilla still a saccharine sugar in his nose.

She caught him again; though this time he felt her bristle past his arm, watching the bullets pierce the target paper with an accuracy that only came from fourteen years of practice.

“Do you reckon you could teach me how to do that?” Her cadence was light and airy, and he had to stop himself from jumping, from slamming the butt of the gun into her nose on reaction, because he knew she meant well, even though she had no idea how damaged he was.

He was still out of sorts from having to look over his shoulder at every second of the day, and he was surprised he was holding it together so far. He supposed shooting the shit out of a target helped.

Because it was just her, looking at him with soft eyes and a smile that could start wars, and he knew she had no idea the effect she had on the walls he’d tried so hard to build in prison.

She must have mistook his look for annoyance, because she was quick to fumble with her own loaded gun, taking a step back in retreat, worried that she crossed some line she didn’t know he’d drawn.

“Or I could get Luke to show me, I didn’t mean to bother you, I just am really a shit shot and I know that’s pretty useless in the field-” It wasn’t until he flicked the safety on and took a step to follow her did she look at him again hopefully.

“No, I’d be more than happy to show you,” He cleared his throat, setting his pistol in its holster and stepping behind her as she lined herself up for the fake body meant to resemble an unsub, “We all have to start somewhere. Show me your form,”

She raised her arms up in front of her, aiming for a few seconds for the spot in the centre of the chest cavity, her finger reaching up for the trigger.

She shot once, her face hardened for the first time he’d ever seen, and they both watched the paper rip about half a foot down the unsub’s leg.

“See, in my head it’s hitting dead centre and then by the time I shoot it’s wiggling all over the place,” She explained, scratching her neck and frowning at the paper body, “I don’t suppose unsubs are willing to stand still and wait while the rookie figures out her shot,”

“Your hips are perfect, wide stance means you get more stability against the ricochet,” She tried not to simper at his words, or the way he sidled up behind her, his hands coming up to her shoulders as if he’d known her for years, as if JJ hadn’t told her how much he hated other people’s germs, “It’s in your shoulders you’re losing balance, try relaxing a little,”

But she couldn’t not when he was breathing down her neck, rubbing those long fingers over her shoulder blades trying to get her to straighten out her posture, hoping he couldn’t feel the way her chest rattled with nerves.

“Relax,” He reminded, trying not to chuckle when he felt her shake her arms out as a means of hiding the way her skin had warmed under his rough touch, “You know, my unit chief taught me how to shoot. I wasn’t at all good at it when I first started,”

“Oh really?” She asked, her breaths feather light as he reached around her and adjusted her grip on the gun, “H-he must have been a good teacher,”

“He was the best,” Spencer agreed, brushing off the fact she was all but putty beneath his hands, “Three steps for the perfect shot; front sight, trigger press, follow through. Always keep your head forward, always keep your dominant finger ready, and wait until you’ve shot to drop your stance,”

She looked up at him in admiration, and her soft smile was back as his own musk of laundry detergent and chamomile soap encompassed her as his arms did.

He brought one of those big hands to the back of her head, moving her with gentle ease to look back at the target, a slight chuckle in his voice as he spoke: “Focus, what’s step number one?”

“Front sight,” She echoed him, fixing her shoulders with determination as he dropped his hands and stepped away from her. Taking a deep breath, she murmured to herself under her breath the next step as her forefinger rested over the trigger. She pulled it after a moment of courage, and froze in spot as she watched it hit where the stomach would sit.

Not a perfect shot, but certainly a lot better than she had been doing.

Her eyes widened behind the thick protective glasses, and her hands became fists above her head as she squealed in delight.

“Did you see that- did you see!” She yelled over the sound proof ear muffs they both wore, and he was quick to grab the gun out of her swinging arms, clicking the safety on for her before she could end up blowing a hole in the ceiling.

“Very good, give it a few months you’ll be a natural,” He complimented with a smile as she clapped her hands in glee, buzzing on the spot as if she’d chugged five energy drinks or doubled up on her coffee for the day.

He tried ignoring the way his chest warmed seeing her so happy because of him, especially when she looked at him like that.

“You said you needed those files, Dr Reid,” She’d appeared again, like she always did, and he had barely enough time to glance up from the paper he was already inspecting before he was hit by the perfume again, and he looked up to see two bright eyes watching him hopefully. Her arms were piled high with easily a box full of folders he had asked Anderson to find for him, and he saw the way she strained slightly to keep them held tight.

“Jesus! Let me help you,” She prayed he couldn’t feel the way her heart thumping against the manilla folders as he leaned over to take them out of her grasp, the way her eyes fell to his light smattering of facial hair as his lips were little more than a few inches from hers. Even when his hands brushed hers, and he seemed to realise she was staring, watching her scramble to look somewhere else other than his amused eyes, embarrassed he’d caught her, “Thankyou. And just call me Spencer,”

“Thankyou,” She echoed, shaking her head with a girlish smile on her face, her cheeks warm with humiliation, “I mean you’re welcome, any time,”

For the sake of her self preservation he waited until she turned around to smile to himself, pretending he didn’t see the way she muttered under her breath, or that she almost walked straight into the filing cabinet on her hasty exit out of the office.

“Seems like you have a shadow,” Emily’s voice met him as he heard her heeled footsteps approach, and they both watched their newest team mate almost bump right into JJ as she kept her head down, stroking her hair nervously, “She was super excited to meet you when you were away, said she went to one of your guest lectures you did with Hotch a couple years ago,”

His brows shot into his hairline, something warm flourishing in his chest when he saw her peek back to see the two of them watching her, and she immediately darted for her seat for an excuse to turn her back to them.

Spencer smiled again, running a hand through his curled locks as if he was trying to think of something else other than the joy that had over come his features.

She certainly was charming, in an incredibly girlish way, and he wasn’t the only one who thought it. He hadn’t heard Penelope giggling so much since Morgan had left, nor did he miss the way Rossi and Emily watched her darting around in the field, chasing after her as if she needed one of those leashes people had for toddlers.

Or the way Luke had had to talk her out of bringing a stray cat back to the BAU just two days ago because ‘it looked sad and lonely’.

She was only eight years his junior, and yet he felt like the job had made him too hard, too mature, too tough against a softness like hers.

Girls had never really been interested in him, at least not for him as Spencer Reid, not as SSA Dr Reid. He had the occasional fling, even Maeve in the grand scheme of things had been a budding romance at best, and just the thought of Cat Adams viper-like eyes had him shuddering.

He barely wanted anything to do with women at the moment, at least that was what he’d told himself every night he’d been fighting for his damn life in prison.

But it was almost too easy to feel this way about her, like he couldn’t drink in her sweet smell or even sweeter voice fast enough, or bathe in her gaze that melted like rich chocolate when he took a glance her way.

He didn’t bring it up with her until they were the last few people filing out of the office.

“I can drive you,” She chirped, almost dropping the contents of her bag everywhere as she rooted for her car keys, and before he could protest, because it was like all he could see now was how eager to be around him she was and he wasn’t too sure he could keep himself from opening pandora’s box, she jingled her keys, that of course had crochet bluebells hanging from them and all but danced past him into the elevator. “Come on, you can have shotgun,”

“I’ll be the only passenger, doesn’t that mean I automatically have shotgun?” He asked, following behind her as she stood in the elevator with a beaming smile, her finger clicking the ground floor button a bunch of times even though it made no difference how fast the doors closed.

“Well, yeah, but it’s going to be the best shotgun you’ve ever had. I’m talking you can be Miss Daisy and I’ll be your Morgan Freeman,” And as if her spirit was infectious, he shook his head with a hidden chuckle.

There was a minute of silence between the two as she played with a loose thread on her cardigan, and it was then he took the chance to ask her the question that had been burning on his lips all day.

“You didn’t by any chance go to University of Pennsylvania, did you?” Spencer asked, noting the way her eyes fell to the floor and how she licked her lips nervously.

“Yeah,” She replied cautiously, fingers clenched tightly around her keyring, “I know it’s not Caltech, but it was pretty good-”

“Didn't you see my lecture with Hotch?” He asked, and his smile widened tenfold when her hands slapped over her cheeks that burned with horror, moving quickly up to cover her eyes, “Little birdy told me you were quite excited to meet me-”

“Oh, Emily,” She groaned, burying her face in her palms, avoiding his teasing expression like the plague, “I knew, I knew she was going to tell you, I’m surprised she didn’t tell JJ first, unless she did and our whole team know I was some crazy girl who liked the FBI agents so much she switched her major,”

“You switched your major for me?” He asked incredulously and he only laughed harder, one of the first times since he’d come home, when she groaned louder, turning away from him entirely.

“Shut up, I did not swap my major for you,” She bit back, and she finally met his gaze, her expression an embarrassed wince, “I just… liked the material. You were very compelling,”

“Did you have a poster of us?” Spencer wanted to stop teasing, knew he was being a little cruel, but how could he resist when she shrieked in between laughter, shoving his shoulder with mortification.

“No,”

“Did you kiss Hotch’s picture before bed like an obsessive fangirl?”

She gestured to him vulgarly as they left the elevator and headed for the car park, and it made a huge difference to the usual adoration she watched him with, but maybe, he thought, it made him like her even more.

“No more shotgun for you, you’re going in the trunk like an old rug,” She snapped, though he could tell she was still horrified by the way she avoided his delighted hazelnut gaze.

“Like an old rug?” He feigned hurt, but when they sat in her car, she finally looked over at him with something vulnerable and yet affectionate, like he’d seen her for all she was worth. He reached over the console to squeeze her hand gently, not missing the way her palm clammed beneath his and she struggled for words, so he continued for her, “That’s really no way to talk to your idol, you know,”

Spencer swore his chest felt lighter than it had in months watching her laugh like that.

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remediesremedy · 10 months

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“mortua avis”

translates to “dead bird” in latin

synopsis: in which the eldest sully cannot bear the thought of their siblings visiting death, their rage would save their family alone.

warnings: fluff, violence, death and injury, angst :)

not many would survive under the pressure of being the successor of toruk makto. The eldest child, the first heir, the clan’s pride and joy. And although the weight of this pressure was large, you carried it with a grin. so fierce, the clan would whisper in awe. it seemed you did most things out of spite. Spite felt like molten lava oozing straight to the heart, it was so raw and unhinged, addictive even.

you can imagine the stress Neytiri and Jake would undergo after you went missing one night. Their screams and calls fell on deaf ears. you were too excited, impulsive, you wanted an ikran, and you wanted it that night. The direhorse you rode was mighty, it’s six legs carrying you half of the way, the height of the floating islands and mountains should’ve been horrifying to someone so young. But you wanted to conquer this challenge, so full of spite, it would get you in trouble one day. you and lo’ak were very alike in that sense. grit, tufts of the earth and vines would creep its way under your fingernails as you ventured on, your direhorse now settling to sleep as your feet clashed against the ground.

run run run. your little brain chirped, you would be so young and mighty for taking an ikran, maybe even the youngest. your amber doe eyes may have been adorable in different circumstances, but alas, the excitement poured out of you. even as you cut and scraped your body from being in too much of a hurry, even when you lost your footing and you had to hang off a ledge for a solid minute before accumulating your strength back.

the sight of the waterfall was worth it, after an hour of reckless climbing, fumbling and running. you had made it to the den of ikran’s, many of which were nestled down to sleep, but they sensed you quick, of course they did, a stench of na’vi filled their noses and most backed away. The whole view was rewarding, a mighty little warrior, about to tame an ikran on their own. what a great successor to toruk makto.

at least it was supposed to be on your own, until you heard the flutter of wings from below. they had began sending out search parties for you. Even in darkness, the figure that rose up with unmistakable, long legs with purple linen tied to them, big worried and alert eyes. It was Neytiri, your Sa’nok, one of your two biggest heroes in your life (you can guess the other one).

“Mama!” you called with a bashful grin, it had been wrong to go in the middle of the night to do it on your own. but you had something to prove, you were strong, you knew it deep down since the moment you graced pandora. brave without question. The concerned mother snapped her eyes to you in relief and alarm, of all the places it was horrifying to find you hundreds of feet up in the air next to creatures that could easily crush and kill you. “stay there Sa’nok, i don’t need help it’s okay!”

Neytiri held back from hissing at you despite how much her body wanted her to. the obscenities and yells she wished to spill out didn’t matter. because an ikran had chosen you, and you hadn’t noticed, “look my child, don’t look to me.” she pleaded, hastily hitting the device on her neck. “Jake, we are in the mountains, bring your ikran.” oh eywa, Neytiri prayed silently, she couldn’t intervene on her own. The ikran would most likely maul you to death if she interrupted. it left her at a traumatic standstill.

“LOOK, child, you need to LOOK.” Neytiri hissed, be damned for hissing at her own child, if they didn’t get the message she wouldn’t get to utter anything to them again. with your mother’s words you had thankfully zoned back into the moment, and heard the low screeches coming from the darkness, and caught the glimpse of glowing patterns plus a pair of slit yellow eyes. despite the confidence you always held, the stare shuddered your step, hesitant as the ikran snapped its jaw towards you, and you swore, you swore, the teeth it had were abnormally lethal looking.

you payed attention to the night breeze, every holler of the na’vi below that were searching for you, the harsh rock beneath your bruised feet. it was crucial to focus on every detail, so you didn’t miss one. your foot slotted forward, and with a last unsure breath, you lurched forward, baring your teeth at the large beast, with agility, you swung under its belly. the pearly cream swirls of its skin was quite entrancing if it wasn’t for the feeling of upcoming death. sweeping out from its side, you felt an anger encapsulate you, you would do this. a punch went to the creature’s stomach, not enough to even injure it, but enough to piss it off and make it less accurate. with a huff you launched onto its back, squeezing your thighs against its colourful skin to stay on. for a moment you had wondered if the ikran managed to clamp its jaw down, and thrash you around, gnashed you down until you were nothing but bone, would the mess of your remains look pretty in the night?

almost as if the creature preened at your thoughts, it craned its neck suddenly, revealing its jagged teeth again, and it pounced, snapping its jaw and hoping to sink into the flesh of your body. Neytiri’s cry of alarm was distant, her baby, she almost couldn’t bear to watch her child get torn to pieces. her hope was dwindling, but her mate’s call from under had her heart pounding even harder. her brain screaming, get here faster. we don’t have even a second to waste.

despite the ikran biting with its gnarly set of teeth, it only managed to graze the child, nicking them in the arm. a cut deep enough to slot your finger into, it was harsh and it stung, but the adrenaline was more intense. out of breath, you had a fleeting thought of giving up, but coming so far to fail would’ve been the most uncomfortable feeling to have felt. so you gripped its neck, taking away some of its oxygen.

your father swooped into the scene with wide eyes. “It’s okay, we are coming, do not engage more, you hear me?” his words were piercing, but not enough to deter your motives. you tensed your hands harder against its neck, still squeezing its body with your legs, it thrashed so hard you ended up under it again. It’s mouth inches from your face, it opened up smugly, and yet, that disappeared when you angrily punched its face. The scaly body was harder to hurt than regular na’vi in training, which was expected. the hits were relentless, and were only working because you targeted the eyes, with a growl you head butt the underside of its jaw. Jake and Neytiri landed within seconds, their ikrans being commanded to attack and the parents just trying to pull your body out before it became mutilated. They didn’t have time to put their plan into action as the force of your headbutt gave you enough time to connect your queue to the ikran. tsaheylu was made.

your laugh made them halt, they cautiously hissed at the beast and crouched, tilting their heads to see you under it, alive and mostly unscathed. and you had completed your iknimaya. “i did it, mama, papa, look!”

now this time, neytiri didn’t refrain from her holding her voice. she hacked into you, calling you stupid, “a stupid stupid child.” she had said and then tucked you into her side, holding you tight. tears trickling down her face out of utter relief. Jake let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding for what felt like years, his chest constricted and relaxed, “you never pull that shit again, you hear me kid?” his voice raised, laced with concern and anger.

you heard him. the embrace of your parents didn’t feel proud like you imagined. your ears fell flat, and maybe completing your iknimaya had been all for nothing. you would listen from now on, be a good kid. tonight ended up proving absolutely nothing.

stupid stupid child

as if sensing your pain and disappointment, the parents curled into you a little closer.

“you are so brave.” jake leaned down and kissed the crown of your head, “i never doubted how strong and mighty you were. but you did not need to do this. if you had died.” he paused, trying to compose himself now that it was over.

“what he is trying to say is that you are our light.” Neytiri murmured, “we cannot lose our blessing, you understand? no more, of this, of putting yourself in, in harm.”

when it came to morning, you had made a promise to yourself while connecting beads on a bracelet. that you would only ever get in harm’s way for good reasons.

so you wouldn’t be a stupid child.

surprisingly, out of all your brother’s and sisters, you became the most reserved. the sky people had had that effect on you, stripping whatever was left of your happiness and turning it into unfiltered rage. concern for your brothers and sisters ran through you, haunted you every second of the night, every minute on pandora was a guessing game whether your family would be safe.

you had flung yourself into becoming a warrior, more fatal than most other omatikaya. with or without your father’s permission, you learnt to shoot a gun, became familiar with each weapon. your arrows were strong as they flittered through the air, always hitting targets with a sharp thud. And you were especially at ease with knives, the way they could do effortlessly cut through layers of skin, imbed its way into muscle, it was fascinating, to be in control of that. At any time, you carried weapons on you, tied securely and tied to your hips, or your neck, never would they lay a finger on your people, you swore to it.

Jake struggled to communicate with his eldest child, he had realised the weight of war had stricken you to your knees. that you spend endless amounts of hours training to always be aware, he felt like he had failed as a father. in his thoughts, he grimaces, because you resemble more of a feral guard dog. he no longer got moments with you, where he coddled you and praised you. Neytiri could no longer bond with you either, but she tried nonetheless, and sometimes, only sometimes, she found she could get through to you. your rare smiles lit up her entire world, she would fall asleep with the memory of your upturned mouth every time it happened.

it wasn’t too long until you needed to put your skills as a warrior to the test. among a crowded area of flora, laid an untouched shack. if you looked close enough you could still see the shattered glass in the long ferns. it was a familiar day, scan the perimeter, make sure there were no sky people trying to crawl into the navi’s home. things were looking fine. no info. but when the static of the communicator in your neck rumbled against your throat, you felt your heart pause.

Lo’ak spoke in a hushed tone, his breath ragged and nervous. he explained in as much depth as he could. old shack. avatars. spider, kiri, him, and tuk. The horror that sunk in your chest was unrivalled to anything you had previously felt in your life, you could only imagine the same sinking that your parents and neteyam were now feeling.

in what felt like hours, your ikran dived through the sky, nimbly moving. The ikran began trying to comfort you through tsahaylu, nudging up against you in its mind. The sky felt like it was heavy, dragging you back, keeping you from helping your family. But deep down you knew it was just the adrenaline, making things harder, feeling like you wouldn’t make it in time and your family would all be a crumped pile of flesh on the ground.

The ikran made it to a thick covered part of the forest, it’s limbs hanging onto a branch while you clumsily descended off. you didn’t care about your footing, you just need to help your family. you knew the location of the old shack well, on nights where you would sneak out, it would be a place you’d go often, to see the traces of your father. to envision what it was like to be human, to see the scene neytiri had described where she saved her husband’s life. It was no shock when your body went into autopilot and beelined there, the moss under your feet silent as your ears twitched for any sound further ahead.

and further ahead there was sound, the sound you dreaded to hear. Tuk crying, and the sound of soldiers giving orders, lo’ak hissing along with spider, the endless stream of prayers coming from kiri, it had all become too real. Reluctantly you waited until the three remaining family members arrived quietly, you couldn’t rush in, no matter how dire the situation was. When the holler of what sounded like an animal call rang out in the air, you sprung into action, your mother had made her presence known, and within second the soldiers would start dropping.

your knives glided into your palms, the handles being gripped tightly as you snuck through the flora and plants, targeting the avatar holding Tuk. your mind simply went blank, overcome by a blinding rage that consumed every fibre of your being. The knives sunk into the avatar’s skin, and although you could’ve stopped sooner, you pressed deeper, feeling relief at the mass amount of blood spurting from the wound. You ushered Tuk behind a tree, knowing with full faith that a family member would grab her. Kiri was released a mere second before you had attacked, with shaking hands, you eased forward and sliced the back of someone’s knee, enough to make them falter. enough to grab lo’ak and shove him away. The air all of a sudden seemed too thick, and your chest felt too tight, it wasn’t even a surprise when you noticed you were injured. a dagger imbedded in your side from a dying avatar that was crumpled on the ground. with a fierce hiss, you raised a leg and mustered all your strength to slam it back down onto the bastard’s head. a sickening crunch sounded. relief filled you. it was over. you had time to get out.

Although spider was lost on the exit, everyone else was safe and sound, no injuries, just some tears and shock. Your mother went and surveyed everyone for injuries, her wide yellow eyes hastily scanning the unharmed body of her children until she landed on you. “my child.” grief tore at her, “why didn’t you say you were hurt? no no no, you are bleeding too much.” her movements were frantic, reaching out to hold you, to cradle you like a baby. your siblings began to notice something was wrong and gathered around you, your father swallowed the lump in his throat.

you didn’t want to make them worry. they shouldn’t have to worry. gently, you gave your mother a kiss on the hand, “mama, i am fine.” you reassured, detangling from her grasp, the knife was still imbedded, you just needed mo’at and pressure on your wound. “i will not die to a mere knife.” you smiled, observing your siblings watching you with unsure eyes, and the way your mother’s face was painted in tears. “no crying ma.” you mumbled, stumbling to your ikran, “let’s go home.”

and like you had said, you were not killed by a knife. you healed, you lived, you survived all due to spite. your job protecting your family and ending the lives of sky people was not over. Now adorned with a new pearly pink scar on your thigh, you seemed stronger than ever. But you didn’t feel it, next time there was a fight, you would get out unscathed like your family.

injuries to you meant that your attention wasn’t focused on fighting, on being alert. you needed to be those things. Eywa forbid you to be the reason why your family fell apart, why one of your siblings or parents met fatality.

When your father had solemnly announced that you’d be leaving your home, traversing to the metkayina people, The navi of the water, you had been relieved. it was guaranteed sanctuary for a period of time. You rode swift on your ikran, kiri leaning against your chest, sound asleep as your family flew above the waves.

eight hours, it took eight hours to arrive. eight hours to change your home. it was foreign, landing on windswept sand, gazing at na’vi whose skin were aquamarine, eyes a bright teal. You thought they were quite beautiful, until Ronal began inspecting your family, calling them demons. Without much thought, you hissed at her, her eyes darted to you, scanning over the scars littering your body, the three fingers and a thumb you owned, and your self assured posture.

of course she had hissed back at you, but her observing eyes stopped lingering on your family, just you. “you don’t seem nervous, or desperate for shelter.” she spoke, a crease appearing into where her eyebrow line would be. She circled you, not much malice, you did not budge, you did not care to budge. “why? don’t you want your family to have shelter?”

you let a rare smile come through. it was a sight to behold. “I know that even if we were rejected from here, I would lay my life down to make sure they found shelter no matter what.” you said quietly, admitting your purpose to the tsahik in front of you. “your approval would be a blessing. but i know i would figure something out so they’d survive longer.” uou whispered closer to her, so that only she could hear. And with a single look to her husband tonowari, your fate was sealed.

your family were to stay. your family were to learn. however, it was very apparent some of the metkayina were not willing to accept your family, and that once again, put you on edge.

always. always looking out for them.

the boat was descending into the ocean, swiftly sinking. the war raged on, the stories your father had told about sky demons and na’vi fighting were no longer a tale in the past. you were overtaken by rage, by exhaustion, you wanted it to stop, you wanted to have peace. you had not rested in years, and in order to do that you’d have to kill every sky demon yourself, and you were prepared to do it.

when your siblings had been captured on the ship, your heart was loud, it hurt from how hard it slammed against your rib cage. It felt like this was all you were made for, your entire purpose, to keep them from harm. You had dropped in from above on your ikran, plunging knives into chests and bullets into heads. your aim was shaky with nerves, but alas the weapons still did what you wanted them to do. they killed, they eradicated.

your fingers shook as you untied their handcuffs, shakily giving them all a kiss on the forehead. “follow me, stay close.” you mumbled against the shell of tuk’s ear and she relayed it to the others.

in fast paces, you all navigated the ship, any people in the way were quickly to be shot down, left a mess of blood on the floor. You guided them to a pool so they could jump down, swim into the ocean below and find an ilu or hide in the ocean flora. “go, go.” you ushered them, kiri, tuk and tsireya jumped together. Lo’ak and Neteyam held back, you caught their hushed conversation.

“we gotta save him bro we can’t leave him behind.”

spider.

of course.

of course they would risk their lives to save a demon boy.

you bared your teeth at them, “if you think for a moment i am letting you two rescue spider on your own you have another thing coming.” their eyes panned to you, they silently agreed, you were the strongest sibling after all. The three of you clung to pipes from above, softly padding your feet against hard metal until you found a sign of the human boy.

you all heard his voice, so familiar it almost made you think of home. The boys jumped down impulsively, not waiting for your command, you had to fight back your shout what idiots they were. how reckless they had become. you joined them easily, taking out an avatar that was swinging for neteyam, “one day you guys will listen to me.” you let out a breathy chuckle, it was exhilarating being out here, on the battlefield.

wordlessly you had trailed behind spider, he knew his way around the sinking ship, you had ended up back at the moon pool. you prayed silently that the girls were alright and safe. As spider said to jump down, a gunshot fired, the hairs on your body stood up. Your blood ran cold. This couldn’t happen now, you couldn’t get this far just to lose your siblings, with a still hammering heart, and tears springing to your eyes, you pushed your family and spider down into the moon pool.

one.

two.

three.

your blood now felt too hot.

three bullets had pierced your flesh unmercifully, the pain didn’t even sink in. you had done it. they all got out. You turned back around, aiming your gun at lyle’s head lazily. He managed to send three more bullets to your abdomen before your fatal shot struck him in the head.

one.

two.

three.

you felt the droplets of blood began to spill out, and the pain set in, it burnt, your body was on fire as it slipped over the railing and into the cold water. The sea began to turn red from where you had landed, with the energy you had left, you managed to keep your head afloat, panicked eyes trying to find your siblings unharmed. You locked eyes with neteyam, you saw the moment his heart dropped, he swam to you with haste, picking you up. your vision went black for a second, and you found you were placed upon a rock. There were hands pressing on your stomach frantically, Lo’ak, Neteyam and Tsireya put painful pressure on your bloody wounds. When your mother and father arrived, you tried not to look at their faces.

“Ma.” you cooed, love adorning your eyes, “i am alright. i am alright.” you begged, begged her not to cry for you. But her tears fell anyway, you felt your dad manoeuvre you, he was checking if the bullets went through. You tried so hard not to hear his choked cry.

“my baby.” Jake fell to his knees, applying pressure to the bullet holes the others couldn’t. His lash line filled up with fat tear drops, they cascaded down his beaten face. You were in agony, you couldn’t help it as your body seized, you held back your screams.

“stop, stop.” you begged, reaching to put your hand on lo’ak’s and neteyam’s. “it hurts too much. let me just see you. please.” you coughed, your mouth spitting out blood.

they let go with shaky hands and defeated eyes. you could see every atom in their bodies wanted to continue to apply pressure. But it was too late, you knew it, they knew it, they just didn’t want to acknowledge it.

Neytiri sobbed, as gently as she could she held you, her long fingers ran through your hair. She gazed down at you with so much love, just as the day you were born. your whole family had at least a hand on your body, this was their last chance to feel your warm skin, it would be cold soon.

a kiss from your father was barely felt on your forehead, kiri’s head rested on your arm as she prayed. Tuk and Lo’ak were pressing their hands to you chest, feeling your erratic heartbeat for the last time. Neteyam held your hand. It was silent, it was peaceful, you had gotten what you wanted in this lifetime, even if it was for a minute.

“i love you my child.” Neytiri whispered, placing her head on yours, your forehead got damp with her never ending tears. “we love you so much.” Your siblings, Your parents, even Tsireya cried shamelessly. your heart hurt. You didn’t want them to cry.

“i’m okay. i’m okay mama.” you whispered, your mouth lacking the energy to move now, your chest slowed, the rock you lied upon was stained with your crimson congealed blood. “and you’ll be okay too.”

one.

two.

three.

the heart in your chest ceased to pump, and your lungs exhaled for the last time. it was over.

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Summary: Trouble doesn’t stray far from the Sully’s. On a hunt, Lo’ak touches a baby animal and the mother doesn’t like it and calls for backup. The group gets separated, a few end up unconscious.

Pairings: neteyam x aviphoenix!reader, lo’ak x aviphoenix!reader, Ao'nung x aviphoenix!reader

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: ( lmk if you think there is.) not proof read, heights, another chase scene similar to Avatar 1 (reminded by no.1), Neteyam is in this one, so is Ao’nung & Rotxo near the end,

Side Bar: Did you really think it’ll be easy to meet the Avi ppl? LO’AK IS SO UNDER-APPRECIATED, like where do y’all get off?? He’s not my fav but you gotta show him the love he deserves com’on

“Text like this only in italics” are Na’vi.

“Text like this in both italics and bold” are Avi, spoken b/w Avi & outsides.

“Text in just bold” are also Avi People, spoken b/w Avi only.

Text like this without quotations in italics are thoughts.

“Text like this” are in English.

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As you journeyed back to Flamehaven, you couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, dappling the forest floor with patches of golden light. The air was filled with the sounds of chirping and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

It was never your intention to stay in the forest for so long, but Eywa seemed to have other plans for you. What started as a simple task of gathering herbs had turned into an unexpected delay after your encounter with that Na’vi.

You patted the satchel on your hip with a small smile, glad that at least you had what you needed in the end. It took longer but the satisfaction was worth it. The herbs you had gathered were rare and valuable, and you knew they would be appreciated by the healers in Flamehaven.

A little bump on the trail was nothing for an Avi like you. While you may not have approached the situation like the mightiest warriors, you were still pleased with the outcome. Your previous training of remaining calm and thinking level headed has not gone to waste and had a purposeful use today. You were proud of how you handed it.

Still the encounter left you pondering about what’s to come of the outsiders once news hits home. The Avi, historically, were known for their peaceful ways, with many rituals and traditions centered around tranquility.

However, even with the best intentions, your people had encountered some bad aphl (applu) in the past. As expected, the Avi did not back down and were capable warriors when their way of life was threatened. There was more to them than just festivities and sacred places.

As you drew closer to the outskirts of Flamehaven, you felt a sense of anticipation and relief. Your heart was racing with excitement at the thought of sharing your experiences with your fellow Avi, and you looked forward to the comfort of home after your long night in the forest.

Your pace quickened as you approached the river, hopping across the rocks with ease. You could hear the water rushing by beneath you, and the cool mist of the spray was refreshing against your skin. As you approached the hidden passage to Flamehaven, you pushed aside the foliage curtain with a grin.

The sound of laughter and chatter greeted you as you went through, and you could see that the place was already lively. The Avi were busy going about their day, some tending to their gardens and others gathered around cooking fires. The smell of roasting meat and fresh herbs filled the air, making your stomach growl.

You felt a sense of comfort and belonging wash over you as you made your way through the village, heading in the direction of the chief hut. You greet a few Na’vi who had noticed your presence. They sent you warm smiles that only made yours grow. The familiar greeting and sounds of your home filled you with joy, its hard to describe it by anything but love.

Soon you approached the tree where the chief's hut was nested between two others, and began to climb up the worn hand and footholds that had been carved into the fire patterned bark over time. As you reached the top, you swing onto the platform and push aside the woven mat that serves as a door.

Inside, you see your grandmother, Níku the tsakihe (Tsahìk), sitting in the center of the room, meditating. Her eyes are closed, and her wings are folded neatly behind her back.

You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to disturb her. But she senses your presence and speaks before you with her eyes still shut, "Whatever it is can wait. Tsuw'a Cet [Come sit]," she said, beckoning you over with a tilt of her head to the empty space beside her.

Normally, you wouldn't mind taking part in this calming activity, but you were too restless with the information you had. You hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to do as she said to avoid her persistence later on.

You sat beside her cross-legged, but your mind was elsewhere, still reeling from what you had witnessed in the forest. You knew it couldn't wait and would have to tell her soon, but facing your grandmothers wrath wasn’t an option either.

“Kawkkxn nga rawsem [Clear your mind],” Níku said as she picked up two crystals that lay haphazardly in front of her. “And open your hands.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine, amazed by how she seemed to sense your lack of focus. Obediently, you followed her command, opening your hands to receive what you already know to be crystals.

She placed a crystal in each of your hands and you immediately closed your fingers around them, feeling a warm heat radiate from the stones. You waited for her next instructions.

Níku continued, “Breathe in the air, feel it filling you with life.”

Following her instruction, you inhaled deeply, your chest expanding as you held the air within for a few seconds before exhaling. As you repeated the process, you could feel your mind beginning to quiet, the outside world slowly slipping away.

“Feel Eywa’s love warming you up and Pho guiding you where you need to be,” Níku said softly, her voice almost a whisper.

The warmth from the crystals in your hands spreads through your body, grounding you and connecting you to the earth. You feel a tingle of energy in your fingertips and toes, and a gentle vibration in your chest. It was a tingle that felt right in the best way possible.

Meditating with your grandmother always felt different from meditating alone. It was a step up, for sure. The guidance and wisdom of her years of experience always brought a sense of comfort.

As you basked in the tranquility of the moment, Níku open her eyes as she asked, "How do you feel?" Although she already knew the answer based on your expression, she was always eager to hear her grandchild's thoughts and experiences.

You meet her gaze and can't help but smile. The stress and tension from before have melted away, replaced by a sense of peace and clarity, “I feel weightless like a Phoenix souring through the clouds, granny.” you replied, feeling grateful for her guidance and wisdom.

Her lips twisted into a smug grin and she raised her chin, obviously proud of herself. "Then I did what I'm best at. You were so tense walking in, I had to help my granbaby," she said, reaching up to pinch one of your cheeks. You couldn't help but smile at her playful gesture.

After letting go of your cheek, she took the crystals from you and carefully placed them on a nearby leaf. Folding the leaf in four, she placed it gently in a wooden box and closed the lid.

“Now tell gran what troubles you, baby," she said, turning to give you her undivided attention.

You took a deep breath before launching into your story, recounting your journey into the forest and the strange encounter with the wayward Na'vi and his resting clan. Níku listened intently, her wise eyes studying you as you spoke. When you finished, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, deep in thought.

The silence in the hut was palpable as you waited for her response. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she opened her eyes and looked at you with a solemn expression. "This is concerning news. We must gather the clan and hold a council to decide what action to take. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

You nodded, feeling relieved that you had shared your burden with your grandmother and knowing that she would guide you and the clan in the right direction.

In the early morning light, a group of elite warriors huddled together in the forest. They talked amongst themself, eagerly anticipating their upcoming exploration. Some of them carried crossbows and spears, while the eldest Sully had a hunting blade and the youngest had a classic bow.

Neteyam noticed his brother Lo’ak shifting his weight anxiously and looking off to the side absentmindedly. Concerned, he approached Lo’ak and draped his arm over his shoulder, "What's up, baby bro? You seem quiet today." He peered down in his face.

Lo'ak shrugged off Neteyam's arm, making him stumble back a feet, "Just had trouble sleeping last night," he admitted, watching his brother carefully. Though he didn’t give the reason why, he knew his brother would catch on fast.

As if reading his thoughts, Neteyam's expression hardened, sensing something was off, "Please tell me you didn't sneak out," he whispered harshly, grabbing his arm to drag them both further from the group.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes and glared at his brother. "What do you think?" he snapped back, already not liking Neteyam’s overbearing attitude.

Neteyam groaned in frustration, already knowing where this could all lead, "If Dad finds out, you’ll be grounded and lose all your privileges." His hand out in front of him, moving to emphasize his point as he talked.

Lo'ak considered his options and realized that his father was the least of his worries; his mother would be far angrier. She was definitely scarier. Nevertheless, he was confident that he had covered his tracks well.

He shakes his head to dismiss his brothers concern, "He won't find out. Besides you, only Kiri, Ao'nung, and Rotxo know," Lo’ak said confidently, smirking like he had it all solved.

There was a brief pause before Neteyam breaks it, “And Tuk.” He added.

"And Tuk?" Lo'ak repeated, confused as he looked at his brother for reconfirmation. He hadn't even noticed her there. How the hell didn’t he notice her? His heart dropped at the realization and cursed under his breath. If this was true, it was a royal fuck up.

Neteyam watched his brother Lo’ak with a mixture of concern and exasperation. "You couldn’t behave just once, Lo’ak?" he chided, knowing full well that his brother's recklessness was about to land him in trouble.

Neteyam dreaded the inevitable lecture that their father Jake would give to Lo'ak when he found out about his latest misadventure. He wished his brother would listen to reason and understand how much he was trying to look out for him.

Meanwhile, Lo'ak stood with pursed lips, lost in thought as he tried to figure out how to salvage the situation. He had taken a risk and wasn't sure if it had paid off. If worse came to worst, he could always resort to a bribe to buy Tuk’s silence, but he was unsure of what he could offer that would be persuasive enough.

Before he could dwell on it further, their attention was diverted by the arrival of their father, Jake, their mother, Neytiri, Tonowari, and Ronal. Lo'ak quickly mouthed to his brother that he would fill him in on what he had been planning later before turning his focus to the front.

Tonowari took a deep breath before speaking. "Ronal and I have agreed to stay behind and watch over those who remain," he announced, turning to Jake. "Neytiri and Jake will come with you."

Jake bowed his head slowly to Tonowari and then addressed the assembled warriors. "You are proven warriors, Eywa sees you... I see you. But this is not our land," he reminded them. Jake's eyes scanned the group, pleased to see that they were taking the situation seriously. "If we go out there, chances are we could encounter more enemies. I don't want another battle, so follow my orders and stay close."

The warriors cheered and shouted, psyching themselves up for what lay ahead. But Jake quickly silenced them. "Za’u [Come], we move on foot," he declared, taking his bow from Neytiri, who secured hers on her back. Together, they set out in the same direction that Lo'ak had been rescued from, with the other warriors following close behind.

Lo'ak couldn't help but silently hope that he would get another chance to see you again, hopefully while the sun was still up. The night made it difficult, and he didn't want to miss anything.

He simply wanted the chance to talk to you, no matter what you were. Your first encounter didn't go smoothly, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about you. The only issue was that he wasn't traveling alone.

His mind raced, trying to come up with a solution in case the impossible became possible. He knew that it was definitely possible to see you again because you looked like the impossible. Although he was aware that Na'vi could look different depending on where they lived, you were unlike any Na'vi he had encountered before. He knew that you were not just Na'vi.

Lo'ak was tempted to tell Neteyam about meeting you, maybe even his parents because they had the right to know that they weren't alone. However, he didn't like the idea very much after thinking long and hard as he followed closely behind his brother.

He knew that they would immediately see you as a threat, the same regrettable mistake he had made. If that were to happen, you might never show yourself to him again, knowing that you were being targeted.

He couldn't risk it. He liked the fact that only he knew about something amazing out there, his little secret — well, your little secret too, when it came to him. He wondered if your people were close by, and if they knew of their existence as well. Maybe he should be concerned about that, but he couldn't bring himself to worry.

Lo'ak paused his thoughts, blinking back into reality when he saw Neteyam stop in his tracks, crouching low with alertness. Lo'ak cursed himself for not paying attention to his surroundings as he had been absentmindedly following his brother in the forest.

“Why’d we sto—“

Neteyam cut him off in a hushed tone, “Quiet,” he looked over to his right to his father, who held his hand up in a fist. They locked eyes, exchanging nods in silent understanding. Neteyam was sure that he heard something, and he wasn't the only one.

Neteyam gestured towards his ears and mouth, silently instructing Lo’ak to listen carefully and keep quiet. Lo’ak obeyed, trying his best to tune out the pounding of his own heart as he strained to hear any sounds. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was out there, or maybe someone.

His mind wandered again, entertaining the possibility that it could be you. His throat went dry as he tried to focus. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before he finally picked up a sound. He turned his head in the direction of the noise, but all he heard was the rustling of leaves from the wind.

He grunted in annoyance, about to give up when he heard a grunt back. It was so close a grunt that he mistook it for Neteyam. However, a shake of the head from his brother indicated that it wasn’t him. Lo’ak’s heart raced as he realized that there was indeed something out here, just two hours into their journey.

No one else made a move to do anything. Everyone was frozen with held breaths but Lo’ak wasn’t. He grunted once again, then waits. Just to make sure he really heard it. It took a minute before he heard it back, he snaps his eyes to Neteyam, his blown wide in shock.

Neteyam looked at him with narrowed eyes, but Lo’ak didn’t hesitate, “Did you hear that too?” he whispered, a tad louder than before. He looked back towards the bushes where the noise was coming from, "I'm gonna go check it out," he warned Neteyam, approaching the bush cautiously.

Neteyam hurried behind Lo'ak, attempting to stop him from uncovering what was making the noise ahead. But Lo'ak was quick and peeled back the leaves to reveal a baby animal, similar to a Prolemuris, but with its own unique features.

Lo'ak reached down to pick it up, and the creature grunted again, but made no move to struggle. It had four arms, four eyes, and bluish-purple skin, and Lo'ak couldn't help but coo at the little thing.

Neteyam's grip tightened on Lo'ak's left shoulder, and he practically growled at him, panic in his voice, "Put it down!"

Lo'ak smiled, trying to reassure his brother that everything was okay. "Relax, bro! It's just a baby."

Movement to their right caught their attention, and Lo'ak's ears fell when he saw his father looking at him with a mixture of disappointment and fear, "Your brother’s right...put it back," Jake said, motioning for Lo'ak to return the animal to where he found it.

Lo'ak opened his mouth to argue, but Jake cut him off with a stern shake of his head, "No. Where there's a baby, there's a mother," he warned.

Neteyam nodded in agreement, and as if on cue, a deep growl rumbled from above, causing the three Sullys to freeze. Adrenaline seeped through their veins, kicking their flight or fight response into high gear.

Ever so slowly, they looked up, cursing together when they saw a larger version of the baby animal perched in the tree above them. It was far more terrifying and less cute than its baby counterpart, its tail swishing menacingly slowly behind it.

"Slowly put it down. Gently," Jake ordered, his eyes locked on the animal in the tree.

Lo'ak didn’t have the be told twice this time. He acted swiftly and deliberately, with a deep sense of caution as he carefully lowered the baby back into the bush. His heart was racing, and his breaths came in shallow gasps as he tried to remain calm and focused. His eyes darted back and forth between the mother and the child, ensuring that he did not lose sight of either of them, nor let his guard down for a moment.

Jake's voice broke through the tension, urging Lo'ak and Neteyam to back away slowly, "Ok. Good," he started, "Now back up. Do. Not. Run." He emphasized the last three words slowly, his tone laced with concern as he waited for the two boys to move away from the scene. All the while, he kept a watchful eye on the mother animal, determined not to lose track of her movements.

As Lo'ak and Neteyam retreated to a safe distance, Jake began to back away himself. However, his movements caught the attention of the mother animal, who lifted her head and fixed her eyes on him. The animal bared her teeth, revealing sharp, menacing fangs, and sniffed the air, grunting loudly.

Jake's heart sank as he realized that the situation was about to take a dangerous turn. He hoped he was mistaken, but his suspicions were confirmed when he heard a series of grunts and growls in the distance.

Turning to the warriors, he urgently gestured for them to run, "Run!" he shouted, his voice rising in panic. "Run!" he repeated, even louder this time, shaking the warriors into full gear. They started running, all going in the same direction at first. It’s when they looked behind him where all hell broke loose.

A group of over a dozen adult versions of the baby animal came charging towards them at an incredible speed, looking passive-aggressive as they tumbled over each other in their haste to reach their targets.

The Na’vi gasped in shock at the sight of them and stumbled over their own feet, discombobulated and unsure of what to do. They all started heading in different directions, desperately trying to get away from the charging animals.

Amidst the chaos, Jake spotted Neytiri a few feet away and quickly made his way towards her, his heart pounding in his chest, "The boys, where are they?" he asked urgently, scanning the area around them.

Neytiri hissed in frustration as she heard his question, "They must have gone in another direction," she replied, her eyes darting around as she tried to locate them, "We must find them!"

Cursing under his breath, Jake nodded in agreement, "We will," he said, determination in his voice, "But for now, we need to get somewhere safe," he added, glancing ahead to assess their surroundings and identify the safest path to take.

Lo’ak and Neteyam were sprinting through the dense forest, their chests heaving with exhaustion as they desperately tried to outrun the trail of enraged animals that were hot on their heels. Despite their fear and fatigue, they did not dare to slow down or look back, as they knew the animals would catch them in an instant if they did.

The other warriors they had been with had split off in different directions, which was a reckless move, but there was nothing Lo’ak and Neteyam could do about it now. They had to focus on their own survival and keep pushing forward.

The thudding of the animals' paws echoed through the forest, growing louder and closer by the second. Lo'ak and Neteyam could feel their anger and hunger, mostly directed towards Lo'ak for his involvement with the baby, but they both knew that being caught by them would mean certain death.

They ran until their legs felt like they were on fire, until they couldn't run anymore. Finally, the sounds of the animals chasing them began to fade away, giving them a moment of respite. They stumbled into a small clearing, hoping to find a way out, only to be met with the sound of rushing water. As they approached the edge of the stream, they realized it led to a waterfall with a terrifying drop.

Lo'ak turned to Neteyam, his chest still heaving with exertion, "We have to jump," he said, his voice low and urgent. He knew it was a dangerous move, but it was their only chance to escape the pursuing animals. "We have to."

Neteyam immediately shakes his head, stepping back from the edge, his eyes scanning the surroundings frantically for another way out, “No way. Find another way,” he insists, his voice laced with panic. The drop was… Eywa no way.

“There isn’t another way! They’re catching up,” Lo’ak pleaded with his brother, looking back and gasped in surprise as he saw Ao'nung and Roxto running their way with the pack of enraged animals hot on their heels.

Neteyam looked behind him and realized that Lo'ak was right. With a curse, he pulled Lo'ak closer to him, ready to take the leap, but before they could jump, they were toppled over by Ao'nung and Roxto, who had body-slammed into them with great force.

The force of the water at the length of the fall is tremendous, knocking them all unconscious on impact. The current carries them downstream, the water pounding against their bodies as they tumble along.

Things to know

Ao’nung is unmated. He doesn’t strike me as the type to settle down quickly. He actually takes that pretty serious given who his dad was.

Y’know why Lo’ak isn’t with Tsireya, but what about Neteyam. Well, Nete isn’t mated yet, even though he has plenty of offers before and especially after his war wound but he’s too focused on trying to get his dad to see him as anything other than disabled.

Yes, Jake was disabled before. He hasn’t forgotten what it felt like but it’s hard on him to see his son in similar shoes. He doesn’t want to limit him… he just doesn’t want him to suffer more due to another accident.

That loss of a friend in the prologue, if you haven’t guessed… it’s spider. I don’t hate him, I just strongly dislike him saving Quaritch. I understand why, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

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