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forever--darling · 1 year

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iknimaya | neteyam x avatar!reader

summary: half a year later and it was finally time for you to make the trip to the hallelujah mountains and claim your ikran. one step closer to completing your training, you can't help but think about the future - specifically your future with neteyam. it's hard to get anywhere though with lo'ak trying to make plans of his own.

pairings: neteyam x avatar!reader

word count: 10.9k

warnings/notes: swearing, less enemies but not quite lovers, still very slow burn, a lot more angst to come -- fair warning, lo'ak x avatar!reader (one-sided), mutual secret pining, ikran flying, fluff

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When a person becomes one of the people, or in other words, when they are born twice, the clan puts on a ceremony for them. It consists of dancing, feasting, and telling stories to one another — it’s all about connection. A connection between the people, their culture, and the new person who has become one of them. Kiri had been telling you about it nonstop, trying to install some confidence in you.

You would be covered in paint and stand before the clan asking them for their acceptance. The Olo’eyktan would approach you and in his eyes from Eywa, you would either be accepted or denied. If he accepts you, he will place his hands upon your shoulders, above your heart, and in turn, the rest of the clan would follow until they form a large circle around you. Interconnected as one, before Ewya. It’s there where you’d earn your place among the people, forever.

That isn’t the final test that decides your place among the Omatikaya, but only the ceremony. The final test is the hardest thing asked of a person; a journey, filled with an act fueled by the need to prove oneself. A journey into the Hallelujah Mountains where the individual would walk among the floating island of banshees. The most dangerous creature to fly within the sky, aside from the great leonopteryx, the last shadow. You must look one in the eye and if it tries to kill you, it means you have been chosen as a rider.

After that, it's up to you. Live or die. Walk among the people forever or become an outsider. Stay or be exiled. It all comes down to that final test. After spending six months training, learning, and integrating your entire life onto the planet you had once only seen from a glass window, you were about to face the final test. It all came down to that moment after perfecting the language, understanding the orders of energy transfers under Eywa, practicing Tsaheylu, and consummating the skill of hunting. It all came down to sealing the bond with the second deadliest creature of the sky.

It was the morning before you were set to make the trek toward the mountains with Neteyam, Jake, and a few other young Na’vi prospects looking to prove that they should be accepted among the clan as adults. Before the village, they were hoping to be seen and accepted by their parents and other adults alike that they were no longer incompetent children, but well-working individuals of society. You had more to prove than them and everyone knew it.

For you it was everything and that thought alone had you retreating into the forest just before sunrise, the foliage illuminating under your feet, as you found yourself among the only spot you could find peace to think. The river and the waterfall that Neteyam had shown you five months ago — the night you had called a truce to the immature behavior and sharp tension.

From that night on, that place had become his spot and yours. Most of the time, the two of you went together at night. It was a place where you could talk, swim, and whisper to one another about the inevitable future that was approaching the both of you far too quickly. Where yours hung in the balance, unknown about what was to come, his was certain.

When you finished your training, he would be close to completing his own. If you did this, completed this, he would no longer be the Olo’eyktan in training but the future Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya. He would work alongside Jake until one day the title would be bestowed on him when needed. He would no longer be seen as a boy but a man, and with that came making his bow from what was left of the wood of Home Tree, finishing a song bead for his songchord, and having a woman chosen for him.

Neteyam would be old enough and prove himself to have the ability to choose a woman within the village. However, where it would be any other man’s choice, you quickly realized for the future Olo’eyktan the privilege would not be the same. He would need a Tsahik to lead alongside him and his choice couldn’t withstand being wrong. The clan could suffer and Mo’at and Neytiri would work in their power to prevent that from happening.

As soon as his training was over, they would look to Eywa and choose his mate. From that moment on, they would be engaged, and as soon as he turned eighteen he was expected to consummate their marriage and their courtship. But then eighteen came and went and he had pushed it off. He had just turned nineteen and there was chatter going around, that they were already praying and looking to Eywa to guide them to an answer, and suddenly you couldn’t bear it.

It bothered you to no end, on top of the fear of not passing your final test. The thought of Neteyam being mated with another clan woman left the worst feeling in your stomach and made you so sick, but you shoved it down deep. So deep that no one else could possibly know about how you felt.

The very feelings that started to develop the first evening you met were later masked as dislike during that first month when you refused to listen to one another. It was seen as anger and hatred but after the night when he brought you here, to the river, that feeling still remained. The rage and the resentment were gone but the feelings deep within your stomach were still there, their grip tightly wrapped around your very being.

You knew though that once, or rather if accepted, traditionally one day you would have been able to be matched with someone. Asked by Eywa to be someone’s mate for the rest of your life but even if accepted, not all wishes and traditions are granted to dream walkers. Neytiri had expressed to you multiple times that you would still be a dream walker, a soul belonging to two bodies after the ceremony. It wouldn’t be fair to be mated with someone during the day but separate from them at night. She had lived that life once and she wouldn’t wish that upon any of the young men of their village, let alone one of her sons, who both seemed to have a strong connection with you. Mo’at agreed and therefore forbade you from being promised or even mated to a man of the village unless you became fully Na’vi.

That wouldn’t be happening anytime soon either because the more you wished to become full Na’vi, the more you began to separate from your former life. But Mo’at forbade that too. The transfer consisted of a ritual where the consciousness of a single being was transferred from one body to another. It had only been done twice and before that, no one knew for sure. After thousands of years, some things became more and more like folk tales. Out of those two rituals, only one survived. The one was Toruk Makto, Jake Sully.

With that case in point, Mo’at didn’t believe in your odds and she hadn’t asked Eywa enough about it to grant your request. It had been days ago when you had appeared in her hut, in a state of distress. After the whispers became louder about Neteyam’s future mate and the talk about your Iknimaya seemed to circulate the village.

It all was getting to you, not to mention the more connected you felt to this body, your avatar the body, the less you connected to your own. The original body you had spent almost ninteen prior years in, seemed to be failing you the longer you stayed in the link pod and with the Omatikaya.

The truth was your immune system was shot and somehow months ago you had contracted a virus and from there, things began to spiral. You were taking care of yourself less; by this time, you had become far too weak. Norm and Max had been trying to treat you with everything they had but with their resources limited they could only do so much. It had become worse just a few days prior when you for the first time ever delivered a successful clean kill. The testament of whether you were ready to complete the final test.

That night you had barely made it back to your own room by yourself as you had lost probably close to twenty pounds and had no strength left in your legs. Max had advised you or rather ordered you to take a few days off away from the link pod and lay in bed. You needed to rest and both he and Norm agreed that the strain on your body from the link process wasn’t helping you in the slightest, but you refused. You were too close, after so many long months, you were so close.

Not to mention that in this body, in this form, you couldn’t feel it — the weakness, the limitations, the way you felt yourself losing all hope of a normal life. In this body, you weren’t that and you refused to give it all up to become that version of yourself when you were this close. You suspected that Jake knew, that Norm had gotten in contact with him and told him about your human state but he hadn’t brought it up to you yet. Instead, he communicated it through lingering stares and the sudden extra attention you seemed to be getting from both his wife and his daughters.

On this day of all days though, that couldn’t have your attention, not when you were about to partake in the most important moment of your life. Sat at the edge of the river, you stared forward at the water, your arms wrapped tightly around your legs. Your chin leaned against your knees, deep in thought about all of the worst possible scenarios that occurred if you couldn’t do this.

You heard him before you saw him, he approached you from behind, his footsteps quiet as he stepped past low-hanging foliage like so many times before. How did you know it was him? Because it always was.

“Y/N?” The sound of your name fell from his lips like woodsprites on skin, softly, gently as if he didn’t want to scare you away. He stood behind you for a moment, staring forward matching where you were looking almost in uncertainty at your quietness. “Hey, what are you doing? You do realize we have to start making our way towards the mountains in about an hour.”

Silence was all he got in response as you continued to look forward at the water and the ripples that formed from a fish kissing the surface. His voice broke through your fears and worries with ease but it wasn’t enough to overpower them completely. You felt him sit next to you, close enough that his leg pressed against yours. He stared at the side of your face, those gold irises of his taking in every part of it and analyzing every one of your emotions. You felt his fingers brush against your skin as his hand delicately clasped around your forearm.

As if broken from your spell, you turned towards him, eyes swimming with every doubt in your body, “What if I can’t do this, Neteyam?”

“What?” his brows furrowed “How could you ask that?”

“What if I can’t claim an Ikran? Is that it? I just don’t become one of the people and then your parents exile me? I once again am nothing but an outsider? I don’t think I can do that. A life where I am not here every day in the village, or running through the forest. I don’t think I could stand it.”

He pulled you closer to him, a light chuckle falling from his lips, “Y/N. Woah, slow down.”

“And not being able to see everyone; your sisters, or Lo’ak, or Jake. I mean I don’t think I could ever live with never seeing any of them again. Not seeing you again…”

His hand tightened as if your words registered in his ears, the possibility of that flashing through his mind. He shook his head and focused instead on your widened eyes and how they refused to look away from him. “That won’t happen. You have this. We have trained for months and I know that—”

“But what if—”

“No, but anything, because you have this,” he said, tone solid, not bothering to let you finish your previous thought. A smile broke out across his lips then, “I thought you were tougher than this, Y/L/N.”

Usually, you would defy him, and argue with him but not like the two of you once did. Now those disagreements seemed to always be interlaced with teasing tones and sly smiles. You usually gave him a look filled with smugness just asking for him to try and regain control over you. This look on your face though didn’t appear anything like that though. Instead, you were deflated and falling apart at the seams.

“Me too,” you agreed.

“Y/N—” he started but his voice died quickly as you spoke again.

“If I do this, do you think the people will accept me?”

There was no hesitation on his part, “Of course, they will. Why would you ask me that?”

You looked away from him, pulling your arm away and scooting closer toward the edge of the river, disconnecting from him completely. He felt the warmth from his side disappear altogether as he watched you dip your legs into the water, your head hung low staring at your reflection.

“Pivlltxe’u (speak up)!” his voice was commanding of you then while he watched as you lifted your hands to look down at them.

“I can hear them, you know. After all this time the whispers still follow me around. My alien blood. That I am in a false body. That I am nothing like you but still in every way like them — the enemies, the sky people,” you admitted with a furrow in your brows.

Neteyam wasn’t quite sure what to say as even after the countless amount of nights the two of you had spent in that exact spot, you had never talked about something so serious. Something that was your past life, who you were, or what would be expected of you after this. Most of the time, you talked about him, and his future rather than your own.

“My father was like you.”

You laughed dryly, your hands dropping in your lap as your head lulled back slightly, “Jake Sully was not like me.”

“Except that he was,” Neteyam argued, glancing down at his own hands. His four-fingered hands didn’t resemble his father’s or his two siblings but something that still was deeply a part of his family.

“No,” you said, the harshness evident in your voice as your ears flattened back and your gaze fell back to your ten fingers, “Jake Sully was Toruk Makto. He led the clan to victory against the sky people. The very people who killed hundreds of innocent Omatikaya and refuse to leave this place in peace. He is not one of them.”

“And neither are you.”

He slid closer to you so that you could feel his warmth across your back and side. His chest pressed against your shoulder as he reached forward, his hand ghosting under yours. He took it and held it within his, the back of your hand pressed against his palm.

“You know what I see when I look at these hands?” he asked, voice soft, eyes locked on the side of your face, “It’s not the sky people or aliens in false bodies as everyone else calls them. No, I see my dad coming here and falling in love with my mom. I see him becoming one of the people, leading them to victory, and being appointed Olo’eyktan. I see my sister being born and then my brother.”

His breath slid across the side of your face, and you turned to look at him. The warmth of it then spread to your lips as he sat so close, stare already locked onto your own. Those gold eyes filled with specs of yellow and green haunted you at night every time you fell asleep; this was the first time you witnessed them so up close and personal in months. His gaze flickered down to your parted lips before darting back up to your eyes. You then felt his fingers curl around the back of your hand, slotting in between yours and intertwining them together.

You looked down at them and that warm feeling inside of you began to spread, like wildfire all throughout your entire body. He smiled as he continued, “When I look at these hands, I see you.”

Your own breath hitched in your throat and your eyes snapped back up to his, unsure if he really said those three words to you. Words you had been trying to earn from him for months. Though often used as a greeting, to some it meant so much more. It was said out of respect and in rare cases out of love.

“You can do this,” he said and you swore your heart stopped then and there.

You felt as if any words got stripped from your tongue and yanked back into your throat. You could only stare at him in disbelief taking note of the kindness in his eyes and how gentle his voice was. Five months ago things were so different, the way he looked at you was so different. Even if he still lectured you once in a while or hated how you sometimes did run off with Lo’ak, he was different. Ever since that night in the very same spot where he apologized and opened up himself to you, he wasn’t the same Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan. From then on it was like he promised himself and his people that he wouldn’t be that person again. It started with you.

His hand tightened around yours, but before you could say anything else, the sound of footsteps and brush being pulled aside was heard. Your eyes broke away from Neteyam’s and he followed where your attention had drifted to.

Lo’ak stood just a few feet away, frozen at the sight of his brother’s hand tightly clasped around yours. When he noticed how close the two of you were sitting his hands tightened at his sides and his eyebrows raised almost in shock. You noticed the way a lump formed in his throat as his gold eyes, appearing so much like Neteyam’s, locked onto his older brother.

It was almost as if they were having a silent conversation through their matched stares and rigid statues. Lo’ak shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he hadn’t seen the two of you like this. He thought he had known how the two of you felt about one another. His brother hated you and you couldn’t stand the attitude you got from the oldest Sully. You two never acted like this, let alone felt any certain way to justify why you sat so close, holding hands.

Suddenly, it felt like so much more than two people casually comforting one another. Because you and Neteyam were at each other’s throats for months, even if things weren’t entirely the same, the two of you never publicly acknowledged one another outside of lessons. Lo’ak wondered if it had all gone over his head. Were their stolen glances? Light touches anytime you walked by one another in the village? At night would Neteyam sneak out of their tent just to come to find you?

He was overthinking it, evident in how his eyes flickered from you to his older brother and then down to your joined hands. But how could he not when he felt like he was getting slapped across the face?

Neteyam able to read his brother’s expression sighed and released your hand from his — almost as if it was the easiest thing in the world, almost like he needed to. You scooted back from him, putting more distance between the two of you as Lo’ak’s eyes zoned in on you, lips still parted in shock.

“Uh what is going on? You two are friends now?” his voice was spiteful and you couldn’t help but let your mouth part in shock.

Neteyam’s eyebrows knitted together and he suddenly became annoyed with his brother’s attitude, “Lo’ak, don’t!”

“What, I was just asking,” he rolled his eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Dad says they’re ready. We should get going.”

You felt yourself inhale, your breath hitching as Lo’ak nodded his head in the direction of the village, refusing to make eye contact with his older brother. You looked over at Neteyam despite Lo’ak’s glare on your back, needing his reassurance one last time. He nodded at you approvingly, another reminder that you had this. His words ring in your ears and it was like suddenly his opinion was the only one that mattered. That whatever happened, what he thought about you was all that mattered.

Standing up, you approached Lo’ak as every moment of training seemed to flash before your eyes from beginning to end. It all led to this moment. Win or lose? That was up to you. He watched his brother stand too to follow the two of you as he wrapped his hand gently around your elbow.

You didn’t even question the touch from Lo’ak as over the course of the last six months he usually found some way to be touching you. Whether it was his palm on your lower back, legs brushing against one another during dinner, or his fingers trailing across the back of your hand while standing next to one another.

His physical touch had increased since you had gotten your avatar, but his flirting still remained the same. He was still the same Lo’ak you had met when you were a child and though Kiri had a lot to say about it, you constantly reminded her that things had not changed for either of you — especially for you.

The two of you walked alongside one another with Neteyam trailing back just enough to hear your conversation but not enough to be right on your heels. Something else that had lessened too, his need to hover over you and Lo’ak. With you spending so much more time with Neteyam, there was less time to be with his siblings so when Lo’ak did manage to swoop you away or convince you to sneak off somewhere, Neteyam turned a blind eye to it.

A part of you ignored the way your stomach dropped every time he let you go even when Lo’ak was asking you to leave early during a lesson. Neteyam would stare over at his brother and simply shrug and then just like that, you were being swept away in the opposite direction.

“You ready?” Lo’ak asked, his hand slipping down from your elbow to his side, but still close enough where you could feel his pinky bumping into yours.

It was something that had surely caught Neteyam’s eye. The way Lo’ak’s hand so clearly matched yours and even with the two of you walking side by side, he knew that your hand fit perfectly into his younger brother’s — five fingers and all. Just as he had noticed the certain way his younger brother had been looking at you lately as well as constantly trying to get your attention.

It plagued Neteyam with the worst feeling he had yet to encounter, one that stuck to him worse than the rage he had once pushed down so far. The frustration he once held for you didn’t match the way he felt now watching the two of you interact. A green monster their father had called it when he told his sons about it a few years ago — jealousy. It was a feeling that masked all others and slowly drove you mad if you let it.

“Yeah, I think so,” you replied softly, unable to look away from the forest before you as if you were taking it all in, in case it would be the last time.

“You think?” Lo’ak raised a single brow, “Please tell me you are more sure than that.”

Neteyam had heard the accusatory tone in his younger brother’s voice and he felt like scolding him for it as he noticed the way your ears twitched uneasily. What you needed right now was someone to reassure you not question you.

“I am…” your voice trailed off, your hand pulling away from where it hung by your side next to Lo’ak’s.

“Hey,” Lo’ak stopped, his hand grabbing your shoulder This made Neteyam pause too, a couple of feet behind the two of you. You glanced up at Lo’ak, hesitantly, gaze glancing from him and where the village sat just behind the tree line.

Lo’ak squeezed your shoulder in his, a smile forming across his lips, “You’re going to be fine.”

You nodded, but you seemed even less convinced now than you had been moments ago near the river, hand locked within Neteyam’s grasp. The older Sully boy cursed under his breath at his brother’s obliviousness, not able to read your feelings as easily as he could. He felt his whole body stiffen worse as he watched Lo’ak’s hand drift to your lower back and continue to guide you towards the village where their father was waiting with the other initiates.

“My dad and Neteyam will be with you the whole time and lead you up the mountain, okay? Then I’ll meet you up there as soon as I can,” Lo’ak explained even though you hadn’t asked, already aware of how the process would go from Neteyam explaining it thoroughly the night before.

“You’re not going with?” you asked, cautiously.

Lo’ak smiled at the question as the three of you broke through the brush and back into the village, “I have to do some things for my mom but I’ll fly to you when I am done. I’ll be there by the time you guys reach the top.”

You barely made a sound at his words, just continuing to walk through the village as a clear spectacle for everyone to look at. A show for them to whisper about and place bets on if you would manage to pass the final test or not. Their whispers were low and you folded into yourself as you observed the children pointing and the mumbling of the adults.

Lo’ak hadn’t spared a glance in your direction, but your frame relaxed briefly at the feeling of another person on your other side. It was Neteyam. He noticed the shift in your body language faster than anyone else. The way he walked overshadowed your figure slightly from others as if part of him wanted to protect you from everyone else and their loud mouths.

He as well as anyone else couldn’t deny how this day had proven to be a huge deal not just for every other Na’vi attempting it but because there was a dream walker among them attempting it too. It had been nearly nineteen years since the last dream walker climbed the Hallelujah Mountains and claimed his Ikran. The legend of Jake Sully was still talked about fondly by adults to their children as he was the first sky person to ever attempt it. As he went on to become Toruk Makto, those who had been too young to witness any of it at the time found their eyes forever focused on you — the next dream walker. The next sky person to try and live among them.

Neteyam could see it on all of their faces; the excitement, the curiosity that came when they saw you. Sure there were other young Omatikaya hoping to claim their Iknimaya but all eyes were on you. Especially considering it wasn’t just a test for you, but a test for the man who had taught you everything you knew. It was a testament to the future Olo’eyktan and if he had the capability to lead his people. Evident in the way all of the gold eyes would drift from you to him and how close he was walking next to you.

Now add in the fact that you were walking in between both of Toruk Makto’s sons, that sure also had an effect on people, noticeable in the way they would lower their hands to whisper to one another. He heard his name float in around his ears, accompanied by his younger brother’s. It was like adding that into consideration, you were shrinking further into his side.

As you approached the small group of young hunters just at the edge of the forest, you all found Jake standing proudly, speaking to all of them. Suddenly then as you stood just a few feet away, Lo’ak turned to you, his hand drifting down to yours. He squeezed it and wished you luck before he slipped away in the opposite direction towards his family’s tent.

Jake turned on his heels to see you standing there with his oldest son and he had to withhold the smile that was threatening to form on his face; one of pride almost even though you hadn’t done anything to have earned it. His eyes flickered to Neteyam and then back to you as the other four hunters, all many years younger than you, stared at you in wonder.

“You ready?” he asked, the same exact words Lo’ak had said only moments before and it brought on another wave of anxiety into your stomach.

You opened your mouth, lips parted slightly as if you were going to respond but no words emerged as you could feel all of their eyes burning holes into you. Neteyam’s gold eyes looked from his father to you but noticing your expression, he leaned closer to you, his hand ghosting over your back as he caught Jake’s gaze.

“She’s ready,” he said, without a question as his hand dropped from where it had hung in the air just over your shoulder blades. The warmth of it still ghosted across your skin though he hadn’t actually touched you.

Your fingers were digging into the ground above you, upper arms aching as you hung over the side of the mountain, feet barely hanging onto the side. Short of breath, you attempted to pull yourself up but grunted out of distress as your arms seemed to pop and ache at the attempt. You had felt weaker lately and you had a horrible suspicion why. Cursing under your breath, you glanced to your side, watching as each young hunter easily pulled themselves up. The nerves in your stomach increased again though Neteyam had spent the whole ride over on his direhorse, at your side sneaking you reassuring looks. It was like every few moments, his gold irises would drift back to you almost as if something about you guided him back.

You had thought no one would have noticed the small interaction but it was clear Jake Sully, and Toruk Makto had. He had been stealing his own glances in your direction having once been in your position and he was not surprised to find you riding in silence, chewing a hole into the bottom of your lip. His look was just as protective as his son’s and the pressure of their lingering gazes felt heavy on your chest.

Not to mention, every time the Olo’eyktan looked over his shoulder, he found his son already looking at you. The corner of Jake’s mouth lifted curiously as he watched the interaction between the two of you. The stolen glances how you would nod over to the older boy to assure him that you were alright. It had completely shifted, almost like a 180 from how the two of you interacted five months prior.

Just as you were about to try and swing your body up for the third time, a hand extended out to you. Neteyam stood on the edge, leaning forward, his arm out as any strong protector would. Jake watched closely as you shook your head at his son, eyes threatening him to back up and let you do this on your own. Neteyam sighed but took two steps back giving you a little more space.

The ache at this point was barely tolerable as you felt the rock scratching into your knees and your side. Sucking in a deep breath, you tightened your core and pulled yourself up. Arms bent at a ninety-degree angle, you swung one leg up and stood up with ease, slightly out of breath. Jake nodded approvingly and Neteyam held his hands up in defeat. You had this.

You followed the group across the floating mountain until you came across a waterfall, a small path hidden behind it that would lead to the other side. To the other side where all the Ikrans were, evident by the sounds of their flapping wings, and screeches. It made your ears twitch hesitantly as beads of sweat formed along your hairline.

You walked closely behind Jake, his tail flicking your leg as Neteyam stood behind you, his hand wrapping around your side to press along your hip as if to keep you from getting too close to the edge. You felt your breath hitch at the action but didn’t react to him, too nervous at the sight of the waterfall opening. Jake stopped right near the edge, looking over his shoulder to where you stood behind him

“Y/N, you okay going first?” he asked, cautiously, lowering his voice as he reached out to take your shoulder in his hand.

You nodded, but that didn’t feel like enough as you glanced past him to the crowd of creatures stalking around. All creatures with razor-sharp teeth and large claws. As your eyes met his again, there was a different look about you, “Yes.”

He smiled, squeezing your shoulder. You felt Neteyam lean closer from behind you, his chest meeting your back as his hand shifted upwards from your hip to your chest, his fingers pressed along your collarbone. His mouth opened softly to speak but they closed at the sound of a screech from behind you all on the other side of the waterfall. All heads turned and within seconds, another person emerged. Lo’ak appeared, his riding headpiece pulled down across his forehead, eyes finding yours immediately.

A grin occupied his face, “Hey, I told you I’d make it.”

As he looked past you though, he found his father giving him an unimpressed look, eyes settled into a blank look. He clicked his tongue back as if telling his younger son not to interfere as nine out of the ten times he would probably do something to cost this for you.

Lo’ak held his hands up defensively as he wedged his way between the other hunters and his brother, “Got it. I’ll be good.”

Sighing, you shifted your gaze back to Neteyam as his breath fanned across your face, “You can do this, okay? This you must feel inside. If it chooses you, move quickly just like we’ve practiced. You will have one chance.”

His words absorbed into you, your attention shifting from him back to the mountain ledge before you. You scanned the area, the banshees' colors reverberating off your eyes, like a reflection upon glass. You took one last deep breath, puffing your chest out as you stepped by Jake out from behind the waterfall. Confidence filled your statue as the Toruk Makto called your name.

Jake’s stare matched yours, flooded with determination interlaced with assurance, “Trust your instincts and trust your reflexes. Let your mind go blank and listen to your strong heart.”

You smiled for a moment before it fell away, a tight line taking its place. With your rope in hand, you unraveled it, able to hear the shuffling of the group of people stepping out from behind the waterfall. All were eager to watch the prospect, the dream walker, the sky person take on their Iknimaya. With the rope interlaced between your fingers, you swung it around as you stalked forward, slowly, the edges of the rocks digging into the bottoms of your feet.

Jake and Neteyam followed slowly as you stepped forward, eyes meeting each banshee you passed. A few flew off the large rock and with each one that disappeared from view, you felt the base of your stomach form into knots. The groups began to lessen as you moved forward near the edge of the mountain, saliva settling into the back of your throat.

None had shown an interest in killing you. None had shown an interest in your gold stare and sharp fangs. Not a single one could look you in the eye and bare its teeth. It was as if they could smell your alien blood, and see you as an unworthy rider, nothing like one of the Omatikaya. Your heart clenched as you slowly approached a third group of Ikrans. A bead of sweat slipped down from your forehead as you met all of their eyes, a small noise erupting from your throat resembling a yell.

Three of them flew off, their tails practically stuck in between their legs. Your anxiety spiked again until you found one Ikran still standing in front of you, its head turning towards you as it noticed you out of the corner of its eye. Its large yellow eyes zoned in on your predatory stance. You felt your ears flatten for a moment as you took in the creature. The large creature seemed to have the widest wingspan you had yet to have seen on an Ikran. Its skin was dark blue, so dark, it was almost black, resembling the night sky with bright purple and neon green markings.

“Shit,” you could hear Lo’ak from a few feet behind you as everyone else took in the Ikran’s large fangs and sharp talons.

You stood there, eyes widening in shock, tail flicking wildly behind you as the sound filtered over to you of someone smacking Lo’ak across the head. It was Neteyam no doubt. Shuffling awkwardly on your heels, you swung the rope around in your hand as the creature’s claws scratched at the ground beneath it. Its jaws were razor sharp and you felt something spark in you as it leaned its head back and opened its mouth wide revealing them. The hiss that erupted in your ears snapped you out of your daze and you watched as it stood up on its hind legs, snarling nonstop.

Tilting your head to the side, you felt all doubt, all fear be ripped free from your body. All that was left in its place was confidence in the form of adrenaline coursing through your veins. A small smirk formed across your face and Neteyam watched swelling with both pride and admiration, his eyes flicking back and forth from you to the beast before you. As the Ikran let out another loud screech, your ears flattened across your head, nose wrinkling as you revealed your fangs and hissed — a challenge you were displaying to the Ikran.

“You gotta move, Y/N,” Jake said, lowly under his breath, but you heard it, as your entire body broke free from the hold the Ikran’s gaze had on it.

“Let’s do this,” you mumbled, swinging the rope around in your hand as you stepped forward toward the Ikran.

Just as you took another step forward, the creature jumped forward, its mouth opening revealing its teeth again. It chomped trying to get a hold of you but your reflexes were too fast. You dodged it by leaping to the side and swinging the rope over the Ikran’s snout. It yelled, the scream high pitched, as the rope wrapped completely around its jaw locking it shut. You swung a leg over the creature, wrapping yourself around its neck. Arms locked around its head you struggled as the Ikran began to panic.

It stood upon its hind legs, wings flapping rapidly as its head thrashed back against you. Your grip kept slipping from around the Ikran, leaving strings of noises to slip from your mouth as it flapped around obnoxiously. Neteyam moved closer but still kept a reasonable distance between you and the beast. He hissed under his breath as he felt your window closing.

“Make the bond!” he yelled.

With one arm banded across the Ikran’s snout, you groaned as you reached for its queue, all strength leaving your body slowly as you continued to battle the large animal. As you felt the smooth skin of the queue within your fingers, the Ikran growled and threw its head back. Connecting with your body, you felt your grip loosen from the animal and disappear completely.

A yell erupted from your throat as you bounced off the back of the Ikran and collided with the hard ground. Your side hit the harsh material with a thud and you hissed out in pain as you felt it scratch against your skin. Legs limply on the ground and chest heaving up and down, you peered up at the Ikran as it slowly turned around to face you.

The rope was still tightly bound around its mouth but it was clear that your attempts had only pissed it off. It tried to break free from the constriction around its jaw but stopped for a moment when the cable didn’t snap. Its eyes found your frame on the ground, laying on your back, leaning upon your elbows. Body shaking, you were trying to catch your breath as the Ikran stalked forward, claws ripping holes into the ground. Remaining completely still, you peered up at it, eyes narrowed and a glare reflected across your face. This was the moment, the challenge at hand, the turning point of your entire life.

Win or lose?

Live or die?

Lo’ak bounded forward, trying to get to you, but he was stopped by his brother throwing an arm across his chest. Neteyam’s eyes had never left you and though his heart was clenching within his chest, a greater feeling had appeared within him. One that felt as if it had been sent from Eywa. A reminder of your strength, your fierceness, and the warrior that had formed deep within your bones. A smirk formed on his face as he watched the intensity in your eyes increase.

Your gold eyes hadn’t moved from the Ikran and as you looked deep into its black pupils, you saw your whole life flash across your eyes like a movie. Your father’s death. The great war, that convinced your mother to flee back to Earth. A newborn baby unable to travel within Cryo. A childhood stolen in replace of living in the confines of a lab. Spider’s resentment towards you. A human body you refused to accept as a reflection of who you were as a person. Arriving at the village, the constant judgments and fear sent your way from the villagers. The word alien being branded across your forehead.

It all had led to that moment and it all reflected back at you as you were able to see your reflection within the Ikran’s eyes. Smooth blue skin, gold eyes, white freckles, and a challenging curl to your lips. You, this was the real you.

One of the people or an outsider?

Ears twitching, your stare became deadly as you pushed out another hiss from your throat, the sound igniting your whole body with all of the energy and trust you had left. Just as the Ikran bounded forward, lifting its body, claws glistening in the sunlight. You tucked and rolled to the side out of the way just as the beast slammed its feet down into the spot you initially had been.

Moving quickly, you jumped up upon a rock and leaped for the Ikran. With a huff, you grabbed onto the animal, hand locking around its queue. Your legs folded across the Ikran’s head, tucking it in closer to its body as the creature flopped down onto its side. With your shoulder digging into the ground, you yelled out in pain as you reached behind for your own queue. Tilting the Ikran’s queue upwards, you moved yours towards it and felt your whole body relax as the pink nerve endings finally connected.

Chest still heaving up and down, your body collapsed for a moment as the Ikran’s pupils widened dilating. It convulsed again, as your hands wrapped tightly around the rope, “Stop!”

The Ikran’s body fell limp, relaxing at your words, and within a matter of seconds, its breathing leveled out. Staring down at the creature, a smile appeared across your lips, as it stared back at you and you were able to feel the way your heartbeats moved in sync with one another. Its breath you could feel within your lungs and it relaxed under your touch.

Kneeling over the Ikran’s neck, you felt the dirt sticking to your legs as you reached for the rope locked around its jaw. It loosened and slowly the Ikran rose from the ground, stretching out its mouth. It purred underneath your palms as the Ikran slowly stood up, taking you with it. Your feet were lifted off the ground, and you settled back against the base of the creature’s back, readjusting your grip.

Cheers were heard and as you looked up, you found the young hunters pumping their fists in the air and yelling your name. Jake was grinning from ear to ear, a look of pride swelling on his face. The same look both of his sons got when they completed their Iknimaya. Neteyam stood, shoulders pulled back, chest puffed out with the same look that his father displayed but somehow his tugged at your heart more.

He stepped forward as if he was going to approach you, but he stopped as Lo’ak blew past him. A large smile occupied his face, but you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing over his shoulder to his brother instead.

“First flight seals the bond," Lo’ak let out a yell and in an instant, there was a flash of blue and green and his Ikran was landing right beside yours. He hopped on, connecting his queue to the animal, before flying off into the sky, “Y/N, come on.”

You waited for a moment, stuck in a place where you weren’t sure where to go — almost as if your heart was split in half. Neteyam stood in the same spot, his eyes having never left yours and from where he stood he could practically feel the anticipation buzzing through your skin.

He wanted more than anything for it to be him — to be the one you would fly through the sky with on your first flight. After so many months of teaching you and spending endless nights under the trees by the river, he hoped it could be him. But at that moment it wasn’t; even though it was Lo’ak he couldn’t steal this experience from you. He wouldn’t, especially since he knew what it was like to be in your position.

Even when a part of you wanted him to give you a reason to stay and wait for him and his Ikran, you also couldn’t deny how restless you felt there on that rock. He could see it on your face, clear as day, like how he had seemed to learn every other one of your mannerisms in the last half of the year. Biting onto your lower lip, you couldn’t stop the way your eyes had softened over time as you had gotten to know this young man, who somehow had snuck up behind you and stole your heart.

It was something you hadn’t fully realized until that moment when he smiled over at you, his fangs poking out just past his lips. It wasn’t until he looked up after his brother and nodded his head in the direction, clicking his tongue softly in the air as if he was giving you permission.

Curling your fingers, you brought your hand up near your forehead and extended it out towards him. I see you.

With that you called out to your Ikran, the word fly falling from the tip of your tongue. It took off into the sky, wings extended out to their full length, as it dove straight down off of the mountain. Neteyam ran forwards towards the edge and peered down into the clouds where you and your Ikran had disappeared. But then in a matter of seconds, the clouds broke apart and you appeared again. Soaring through the sky, he watched as the Ikran leveled out, the image of your last action leaving an imprint in his mind and a permanent smile on his face.

Jake had been right once, in his video log. A direhorse was one thing but flying an Ikran, a person was made for this. You were made for this. With your feet perched along the Ikran’s sides, your hands clutched around its queues, giving quiet commands — it was as if you were at peace, completely free from the cage that your human body had turned into, free from the past that had plagued your memories, and the expectations that a dream walker held.

Feeling the wind on your face and the sun soaking into your skin, you were brought back to that first day with the avatar, when you first walked out of the lab. It felt just like this, able to take a deep breath without the need for an oxygen mask. It was a freedom and a privilege, just as this was.

As you looked around at the floating mountains, and the other banshees floating around you, you knew it then at that moment that you belonged there. You were a warrior, a rider, an Omatikaya, and in one way or another you were going to convince Mo’at of that and every other Na’vi. She was going to approve your request for the transfer ritual if it was the last thing you would ever do.

You had heard him before you saw him. A yell and then an echo across the sky followed by a shadow above you. Looking up, you found Lo’ak smiling down at you, the same look in his eye that you knew filled yours. The look of an Omatikaya rider. He veered left and then swooped down, his Ikran bumping into yours lightly. You gasped, hands instinctively tightening around your Ikran’s queues as your balance shifted.

Looking back over to Lo’ak, you found him laughing, a devious expression the only way you could describe it on his face. Withholding your own smile, silently you advised your Ikran to lean to the right, straight into Lo’ak’s lane. Your Ikran’s wings bumped into his lightly causing him to bank off to avoid the two of you colliding. When he looked over at you, you couldn’t help but let your head lean back as your sweet laugh escaped your throat.

You flew like that for a while, him casually bumping into you just to either get on your nerves or hear your laugh again. And somehow even though you wished Neteyam was still there to share that moment with you, you couldn’t help but indulge in the happiness you felt to be with Lo’ak — your long-time friend, the boy who had been flirting with you senselessly, but someone who would never once give up on you. He was loyal and even with your heart wishing for something else entirely, you knew it was a special moment to share with him.

Hours had gone by and finally, as the sun began to fall from the sky, Lo’ak had gotten your attention. You thought maybe he would lead you home, back to the village, but instead, he nodded his head in another direction, back into the floating mountains. Even with your lack of direction, you knew it wasn’t the right way, but you followed him anyway. He landed on one that had seemed so random to you, but you followed, commanding your Ikran to land.

Listening, it came to a stop near his, and for a moment before you got down from the creature, you looked over to Lo’ak still sitting upon his, and the largest smile formed across your face. Giggling, you shook your head in utter disbelief at the events that had happened the last few hours that were real and now engraved within your memory and soul forever. A look of his own formed across his face as both of your laughter faded.

He tilted his head to the side, something in his eyes completely different than anything you had seen before, a fondness of sorts, “Look at you, girl! You’re a natural already.”

His gaze was soft, too soft, you knew that. You looked away suddenly dismounting from the Ikran, letting your queue disconnect for the first time in hours. Letting out a soft breath, Lo’ak followed suit and he approached you to find you already staring over the edge at the fast-setting sun.

He chuckled, “This was where Neteyam and I both went when we each completed our Iknimaya. We flew for hours unable to convince one another to return home to the village. Even when he had completed his a few years before I did, he always flew like it was his first time — like we both could stay up here forever.”

You slowly turned your head to face him, his words drawing you in. He smiled at the memory, “Then even after we had been flying for hours unend we would come here, to this spot, and watch the sunset, the evening eclipse. Shit, you should have seen how mad our mom used to get at us when we would return home after dark. It was scary, honestly.”

“You still do that?” you asked suddenly, your own voice surprising you, “Fly together long after dark.”

Lo’ak shook his head, his smile slipping from his face just as quickly as it had appeared, “No, at least not with Neteyam. For the last year or so, he's been too busy with training. His focus is entirely put on our father and the role of being the future Olo’eyktan. Dad has him on a tight schedule.”

“But what about now? He is done training me. Shouldn't he have some extra time now?”

“No, because even if he won't be spending all day every day with you, he'll have other things to worry about. Olo'eyktan things with my father; raids, runs, lookouts, spotting.”

You nodded, his words making you once again realize, that this was it. Neteyam had done his job and no longer would you be spending days with him in the forest learning the language, hunting, or about the energies of the world. No more nights sneaking off into the forest just to breathe, away from the pressures the adults presented. He had done what was asked of him — teach you the ways of the Omatikaya.

“Yeah, I guess that would make sense,” you replied, unable to stop the ache that appeared in your chest or the need to pull on the tips of your fingers.

He examined the expression on your face and the disappointment that seemed to flood your system. He couldn’t help his next statement from slipping out of his mouth. “Yeah, so it's a good thing my mom and grandmother are choosing his mate for him? Because I don't know if he would ever have the time to do it himself."

“Hm, the next Tsahik, right? It’s an important role and an important choice. That will be happening soon then?”

“Yes, I think so, at least announced soon anyway. Mo'at has been looking for quite a while,” Lo’ak agreed, suddenly leaning closer to you as the thought once again plagued his mind of what he had overheard days ago. “Have you thought about it at all?”

Your brows knitted together as his question filtered through your ears. Looking away from the eclipse, you matched his stare, a questioning look filling your eyes as an unsure chuckle rumbled within your throat, “Thought about what?”

He was quiet then, eyes narrowing as they suddenly scanned your face, unsure if he should clarify what he had asked. Lo’ak turned to you fully, reaching out as if he was going to take your hands in his but then after a moment, they dropped back to his sides, a defeated sigh falling from his lips.

“Are you asking me about—”

“A mate?” he cut you off, “Yes.”

“What?” You sputtered out, eyes widening suddenly as your stomach tightened at the sudden shift in conversation. “Lo’ak—”

“I am asking you about whether or not you’ve thought about it,” he clarified, voice once again silencing yours as his bright eyes never seemed to leave yours, “You’re already eighteen and—”

“Lo’ak, stop,” you said, lifting a hand and sure enough his voice fell silent with the rest of his thought driting away to the back of his mind. “You and I both know that I can’t be mated with anyone. It is wrong.”

“But not impossible. You can. It’s just frowned upon.”

Your mouth fell open agape, afraid of where he was going with the words he had so clearly admitted to you. The way he was looking at you as he said it left a feeling in your stomach, almost as if it was dread, twisting away at your insides.

Yes, it wasn’t impossible, but Neytiri had explicitly warned you how wrong it was and what kinds of problems it would cause. Especially, considering Mo’at had denied your request, it would be even worse if you mated with someone without any of their blessings, defying their direct set rules.

It also wasn't Lo’ak that came to mind when you put in the request. Sure a large part of you could always say you went to Mo'at for yourself, for the health you were currently lacking when you left the village at night and returned to the lab, but there was another reason — another person. It had never been and would never be Lo’ak.

“I mean it clearly has crossed your mind if you went and saw Mo’at. You asked her about the transfer ritual, right?”

Eyes narrowing in his direction, you held your ground, body tensing as he revealed that he somehow had known. Known that you had gone to see the Tsahik and asked her about the consciousness transfer. He knew and suddenly a panic filled your body. What else could he have known? The reality is there's so much he doesn't know, so that plagued you with the question.

You shook your head, annoyance evident in your tone, “Lo’ak, how did you…”

“I heard you,” he admitted without a moment of hesitation, “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop but when I heard your voice with Mo’at I was curious. Then you mentioned the transfer ritual, and I couldn’t help myself but listen.”

You exhaled, somewhat frustrated, a sudden notion to get back on your Ikran and escape back into the forest and to the village. Your body had already used up its stored energy for the day and you knew the night would be hell when you returned to your human body. But as annoyed as you were that he had heard the request you had put in with Mo’at, you were interested in why he had brought this up. Why he had chosen to mention it to you — let alone the part about mates?

“What are you trying to say?”

He smirked then as if he had come up with the most brilliant plan but it only left your body feeling cold and slightly worried, “All I am trying to say is that you will become full Na’vi and that means you will be able to be chosen as someone’s mate.”

“Lo’ak,” you warned suddenly, able to follow his thinking after having known him for so many years, “Please.”

He ignored your quiet plea for him to be careful with his words as your eyes fluttered to a close. His hands taking a hold of your arms bought your gaze back to his. A small smile appeared on his lips, “What if we became mates? What if we chose each other?”

A pin dropped as well as your stomach, as if you were back on your Ikran diving down within the sky, waiting for the air to shift. This didn’t feel like it was going to level out like the air or register in your ears anytime soon. You stared forward at him, scared to look away, scared to break the hope that filled his eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mean the idea is kind of all over the place, but think of it this way. My parents can’t choose my mate for me and you don’t have to deal with all of the assholes in the village that obviously aren’t good enough for you,” he explained, his hand drifting up to cup your face, “Plus, you want to stay, don’t you? No matter what happens you want to stay here with us, right? Like this, in this form?”

“Lo’ak.”

He was quiet for a moment, thumb softly bruising along your temple, gaze staring deep into yours. “We could be happy, Y/N. Just you and me.”

You found yourself studying the ground, suddenly feeling sick and like a complete mess as your mind somehow wandered to the one person that seemed to never leave it. Neteyam, the future Olo’eyktan. The very man who would have his Tsahik chosen for him by Mo’at and Eywa herself. The very man who would have the perfect match — a woman who was strong, incredibly smart, and a gifted healer. A Tsahik that was selfless and would provide for her people. That wasn’t you. You knew it. Lo’ak knew it. He hadn’t brought up Neteyam again but the hesitancy in your eyes, the anxious thoughts that had slipped from your tongue, he knew was because of his older brother. His older brother who was already spoken for.

“Lo’ak, where is this coming from?” you asked, hand reaching up to hold his wrist in your hand, a confused look on your face.

He was hesitant to answer, seen in the way, his eyes shifted to the sky behind you. You made a displeased noise and his eyes found yours again, a smile forming because you knew him all too well after so many years.

“We have been friends for a long time now. For seven years I've always been used to it being us and Kiri and Spider. But somehow even with everyone, we found time just for us. I don’t know, I guess I just feel like I don’t see you as much as I used to.”

“Yeah, well a couple of things are different now. Huge things,” You chuckled, hand reaching up to take his hand from your face, interlacing it in yours.

His eyes followed your movement and stared down at your large blue hand that fit suddenly so perfectly in his compared to your human one that had always felt so awkward. He had never been great at communicating the hard stuff or admitting when something was bothering him, so you knew this was his way of saying that he missed you. With all of the sudden changes, he was struggling with accepting them.

“I’m also not locked away in a lab anymore, I am here with you. Things are going to be different, Lo’ak but it doesn’t mean our friendship is going to change.”

“I guess I just am not used to sharing you,” he admitted, a flush appearing on his face and it made you realize exactly who he was referring to. Neteyam. “What, outsider and outcast together, you don't want that?"

You sighed, his joke not pulling enough strings in your heart to change your initial apparent feelings. You knew what Lo'ak thought and you knew that he wasn’t going to willingly drop this without you taking the time to fully contemplate it even if his intentions weren’t romantic. You inhaled, the depth enough to reach your core, as his warmly coated stare seemed to engulf you whole.

His attempts were not poorly identified, casted by his loyalty to you but his execution was suffocating you. Where he could be a consolation prize, you be only an entrapment for him. He deserved more than you. “Lo'ak wouldn’t you want to be mates with someone that you love though? I mean do you even feel that way about me?”

He ignored your question and somehow that was an answer in itself.

“Look, I am not worried about spending the rest of my life with someone I may not feel for as my parents do with each other. Because I know this, us — we could make it work. Do you know why I am so sure about that? Because we have been friends for so long and it wouldn’t be so bad. We could take care of each other, be just as we are now, and build a future for ourselves. And if that's what settling for a life with you, looks like, then I’ll take it,” he paused, voice lowering as a smile fell across his lips, “I would rather settle for that than go along with whoever my parents choose for me. Plus I want you to stay, Y/N.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks and suddenly just as you thought everything had become so clear, so free from the downfalls of life, reality hit you again. It shifted and all of your problems returned led by an entirety of new ones. Because there's always a choice that has to be made; choose other people, choose to make them happy, or choose yourself even if there is no assurance that it'll all work out for you. Do you decide to take that risk?

Staring in the face of that question, it felt as if thousands of arrows were coming straight for you, its toxicity was inevitable and it would pierce into you, refusing to ever be pulled free from your skin. Yet, everything he said was so true, so undeniably true, but it all left you feeling uneasy for one reason only, one person only.

It was supposed to be a moment of relief, a moment where you were swelling with pride as you had completed Iknimaya. You were hours away from your ceremony with the people. The most important day of your entire life and one you had been thinking about for years. An accomplishment that would be encased in the back of your mind, as you were only the second dream walker to have ever done it.

It was supposed to be your moment but now because of this eclipse, this mountain, this ride — your moment would remain bittersweet, overclouded by Lo’ak’s proposal.

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𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮?

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ- ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜʀ

Tw: Ronal being a mama bear?, Tonowari being a loving father, mentions of puberty, Due to the experiments done on the reader she doesn’t bleed, teenage love, some grammar mistakes, Flashback

Author’s note: I’ve been listening to both Lana Del Rey and The Weekend while writing these, idk why but when it comes to reading or writing about Neteyam x reader those artists just come up. Also Sorry if I have the ages between the Metkayina siblings, I’m not sure who is older but I see Tsireya being the oldest and Ao’nung the youngest, I hope you like part three. Also I don’t know shit about science so I made some stuff up since its a sci-fi universe.

P.s. I am glad that you guys are liking this small series, don’t be shy to leave some feed back or a comment suggesting what you’d like to see on the next part, I’m also excited to see what you guys request in the future.

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Just like that night, you had that same dream again but it was a bit different. Besides the stars swimming in the water, this time you saw a figure, of someone? But it wasn’t of a Metkayina but of a different Na’vi. Though you couldn’t see their face, you saw small little dots that seem to be lit in the dark. What did this dream mean? Did it mean something? Was Eywa sending you a message of some kind? You weren’t fully sure.

Now you were beginning to hit puberty, your sister had now turned thirteen, you twelve and your brother eleven. You began to have new feelings along with a lot of changes. You were ready on becoming a woman, though when you turned fifteen you’d be announce of age but that was in another three years.

What had caught your attention most were the couples you’d see around the village. Some young, some old, even children had their childhood sweethearts. Now you wanted to know if you’ll ever have a chance at love, even though you were different from the rest, you still wanted that experience.

That day when your parents had gone back to the Marui from their daily tasked you had asked. “Mother? Father? May I ask something?” you walked closer to them as they had both sat down on the floor. Ronal smiled at you and picked you up, placing you on her lap. “What is it little one?” she asked as Tonowari had his full attention on you. “Will I ever find a mate?” you asked. Both Ronal and Tonowari looked at one another, not sure on what to say but your father spoke. “Yes, one day you will find someone, but I will be honest with you my child” he said as you paid close attention while Ronal was stroking your hair. “Things may be a bit different between you and your chosen mate, since you don’t have a queue you may not be able to mate with them before Eywa, but I know for sure that you will be happy with your chosen mate and he will be happy with you.” Tonowari said with a smile as you nodded understanding.

“Father?” you asked looking up at the gentle giant “yes?” he said as you then asked your other question. “Where do babies come from?” This made Tonowari freeze and made Ronal laugh at your question. “You’ll learn of that later” she said as your mother leaned down and kissed your little forehead.

The next morning you got up as early as possible, your parents and siblings still asleep, you quickly got dressed into a pale pearl top with shells and a hip scarf that had pearls hanging from them. You kept your hair the same but added a few silver colored hair cuffs. Once you were ready you left the Marui with a small basket in hand.

That morning you went to the fruit trees to find some fruits to give to Neteyam’s family. You managed to claim high to get that fruit was just right to take, you were a good climber since you liked claiming on trees to get some fruit. You spent must of the morning getting enough fruit for the family. Others from the village also came to collect some fruit for their families. When they’d ask if you could get them a specific fruit, you would. You liked helping others, it made you happy seeing that you made others happy. After you were done, you gave your farewells to them and left with the basket with fruit in hand.

You walked towards the Sully’s mauri, on your way you had said your good mornings to those who had now woken up. When you finally got to the marui, you saw that they all had been awake except for Tuk who was still asleep. “Good morning, I hope I’m not interrupting.” You said catching the attention of the woken family members, specially Neyetam who stood up as fast as he could and walked towards you. “No, you aren’t, good morning to you too” he said bitting his lip. It was cute seeing him all shy. “Well, I brought you this fruit I picked out this morning.” You said as you handed him the basket. Locking eyes with him, you felt your stomach flatter from by his eyes looking into yours.

The moment was interrupted by Jake who came behind his son with a smile on his face. “Thank you very much Y/n” he said politely at you. You bowed lightly at the adult “your very welcome, I hope I see you all at lessons in a bit” you said smiling and giving Neteyam a bigger smile before leaving. Neteyam stared at you leaving. He was caught out of his trance by his siblings who began to laugh. Neteyam glared at them and walked over to the small table on the floor, placing the basket down.

You had arrive home seeing that your family was waiting for you to eat breakfast. “Good morning” you said walking to were you normally sat which was between Ronal and Tsireya, your mother smiled at you “where were you this morning?” she asked out of curiosity which you responded “I went to go give fruit for the Sully’s” you said as she then hummed but looked at you a bit longer, she noticed something about you but then Ao’nung groaned “can we please eat now? I am starving!” he whined like the baby of the family that he is. “Alright, alright, go ahead.” You all sat and ate your food, your mother would look at you now and then, she had a feeling about you but she couldn’t figure it out on the top of her head.

After breakfast, everyone went off to do their task. You father went to go teach Jake how to fly on a Skimswim, your mother went to the healers, you along with your sister and brother went to go find the Sullys. As you walked words the meeting place which as at the beach, Rotxo had tagged along. He had been tagging along a lot, he says to help the Sullys with their lessons but you knew full we why he would come. He came to see Kiri, you saw how he looked at her during the lessons, how he’d get his Ilu close to hers as they rode on them. It was adorable seeing how shy he’d get when the girl would look at him.

The lesson that day was back on the Ilus, even though you didn’t have one like rest, you still stayed. You watched how the Sullys were still trying to get a hold of them. You also noticed how Tsireya and Lo’ak had beginning to get close, when she was near him, he’d get nervous around your sister. Meanwhile, Neteyam had his eyes on you most of the lesson, instead of listening to what Ao’nung was saying he had his attention on you. When you’d lock eyes for a second, he’d turn away making you lightly giggle. Tsireya noticed this and she decided to give you a little push.

“We should go for ride” your sister suggested, all agreed and got on their ilus, though Tuk go on Kiri’s ilu since she was still to young to ride her own. Before you went on Ao’nung’s ilus Tsireya stopped you “y/n, you should go with Neteyam, he may need some help” she suggested with a smile. You couldn’t say no to her so you so you nodded.

“Hey Neteyam, I’ll be riding with you if you don’t mind” you said as the boy smiled with glee “of course, here let me help you” he held his hand out and helped you hop onto the ilu. You sat in front of him, you liked feelings his front touching your back. Once everyone was on their ilu, they took off underwater. The ilus were fast which caused adrenaline to go through your body. You loved feeling the ocean water running through your body, it made you feel as if you were born to be underwater.

Neteyam was also smiling, seeing that you were having a great time, it was just like those two nights ago when you’d swim late at night together. It made his heart warm up, he would love seeing that smile for the rest of his life.

You all went up to take breath from being under water for being to long, everyone was laughing and talking. “Did you have fun?” Neteyam asked looking down at you, in which you nodded “very much, it was fun going that fast” you said containing your giggle. “I’m glad you’re having fun” he whispered in your ear which made your face feel hot. This made your heart beat go a bit fast. For the rest of the day, the teens were swimming around, and getting a hold of their lessons. Until everyone had to go home, you stayed behind as Tsireya and Ao’nung headed back to the marui.

“Are you getting the hang of things?” you asked Neteyam who was walking beside you. “Yeah, at first it was hard but eventually I’ll be a pro” he said. You giggled at his words. They had a different way of speaking their English which was a bit funny but it suited him a lot. “Hey, would you like to go on a ride on my Banshee?” He asked which made you gasp in excitement. “Really? I would love to” you said now shaking with happiness by the request. He chuckled seeing your face, it reminded him of a child.

Again he had walked you home, the walk was silent but it felt good, as if you both were having a conversation in your mind. When you arrived home, you bid him a goodbye and went inside. Ronal was sitting on the floor, exhausted from today’s work. Tsireya and Ao’nung were making dinner.

“Hello mother, how are you feeling?” you asked as you sat down next to her. Seeing that she was relaxed, her hand resting on the baby bump, your sibling was growing bigger everyday, you couldn’t wait to meet them. “I am alright, this baby is draining out my energy” she said as you smiled and leaned your head down onto her stomach softly, wanting to feel the baby moving inside. “I feel a feeling it’ll be a strong boy” you said as your mother stroked your hair. This was a daily ritual, you’d come sit with your mother and talk about your day or just talk whatever. You loved feelings hands running through your hair, she’s been doing this since you were smaller than you already are.

During dinner, your father was having a deep conversation with your mother about things. You on the other hand were thinking of Neteyam, about his suggestion in riding his banshee. You already knew the feeling of water around you, now you’ll have a chance to feel the air. When dinner was over, you went to sleep with your siblings.

That night your mother couldn’t stop thinking about you, on how you had beginning to change a bit. “Ma Ronal? What’s wrong?” Her mate asked her as he looked over at his wife who was laying on her side, facing him. “Nothing Ma Tonowari, its just that, I’ve been noticing how our Y/n has been changing a bit, she’s distracted and I noticed that glance in her eyes.” She said as Tonowari smiled at his wife “she’s at that age, she’s thinking of boys” he said making Ronal sigh worriedly. “Why did that day have to come so soon?” she asked him as Tonowari pulled her closer to him, their foreheads touching. “I know Ma Ronal, but y/n has to grow up, she can’t be a baby forever, but just know that she will always be our baby no matter what age she is” he said leaning over and kissing his wife on her cheek.

Ronal smiled at her mate “I know but, who ever has captured her attention, should be worthy of calling our daughter their mate. I just want what is best for our children, specially y/n since she is different” she said worriedly. Tonowari only smiled and hugged his wife. He understood her, he also wanted was best for his children. He knew deep down that his daughter will find the right person.

Taglist: @byunpum, @moony-artemis, @aonungs-tsahik, @rennyramen, @somewereinthegalaxi

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eiwasuli · 7 months

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𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

-ˋˏ widowed!jake sully & not widowed!jake ˎˊ

• my chrysanthemum

| chapter 01 ; chapter 02 ; chapter 03 ; chapter 04 ; chapter 05 ; chapter 06 ; chapter 07 ; chapter 08 ; epilogue — by @mystar-girl57

• folklore — by @stargirlrchive (i’ve read it over and over and over again)

• ocean eyes (sadly this series has stop and i do really enjoy it)

• forever: parted — by @neteyamyawne

• shallow end | part 01 ; part 02 — by @ronwestbreeze (not widow jake)

• thick skull — by ronwestbreeze

• again ; part 02 — by @jakegasm

• no name — by @fluloa

-ˋˏ neteyam sully ˎˊ

• chosen by eywa — by @randxmthxughts

• “The way I feel about you, is the how you feel about her.” ; “I don't want somebody having what we had” — by @thecapybara526 (i love this fic very much)

• “Don’t be a skxawng, just ask her.” — by @katherines-imagines

• ralnga’ — by @dilfs-bitch

• peace — by @carpecaelo

• the deets — by @loaksky

• i trust you — by @loaksbitch

• just neteyam — by @lanasblood

• how do i make you love me

• mate of convenience — by @mcverse

-ˋˏ ao’nung ˎˊ

• that one’s mine — by @tonowarii

• heartfelt — by @nyctophicbtch

• young love | part 01 ; part 02 — by @yawntutsyip (super duper cute!!)

• i’ve neglected you far too long — by @anemonelovesfiction

• refuge — by @nelissecrectplace

-ˋˏ lo’ak sully ˎˊ

• high infidelity — by @ianales (i LOVE this, omg the ansty in this is a 🤌 and need a pt2 of this 😩)

-ˋˏ tsu'tey ˎˊ

• unrequited — by randxmthxughts

ʬʬ please if anyone have more widow!jake sully, can you please tag me to it, cause i love angsty. or any angsty avatar just tag me to it!! thank you very much!

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satoru-is-the-way · 1 year

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Avatar!Quaritch x Na'vi! Reader.

MASTER LIST (AVATAR WAY OF WATER)

" Given Enough"

(Series!)

SPOILERS FOR AVATAR 2

A/N: PLEASE READ. So I have decided I am in love with Avatar Rick Quaritch. I can't help it. So here is my mini fanfiction. I will be basing the character and her village on Mayan culture-ish because well I am Mayan. It will still have Eywa and all the Avatar stuff, just more in-depth to another culture and their ways. I may borrow some animals from Avatar TLA because of the tribe idea I have. So if you recognize some of the animals that's why. I will be using the Yucatan Mayan language but with translations side by side for their own dialect. Any questions ask me!

Warnings: Smut(SOME chapters I will add a warning), cussing, murder, derogatory names, death, depression, and more when added.

Tag List: @the-wanderer-2022 @zootsutra @anyzandy @kneelingforvillains @dioriez @mylovelyreblogs @dinobae-replyacc @voodoogoul @freshmoneyalmondathlete @thedumboneforsomereason @world-dominating-kitty @scarletpines @sofiebstar @vampire-hunter @cypherpt5fttaehyung @strangerdeeznuts @simpingfor-wakasa @tranquiiit @ellieparker @girlblogger2002 @happycupcakeenthusiast @willow-sages

IF YOU WANT TO BE ON IT ASK!

Summary:

(Y/n) (L/n) is the Olo'eyktan'a first born and future Tsahìk. She was raised to be a strong leader in wait of her time to be chosen a mate and take her mother's place. Their tribe is large in numbers and strong-hearted. There is not much known about the people, the Kaminaljuyú. They had little contact with humans before Jake Sullivan sent them back into the stars.

After a wounded Quaritch retreated he stumbled upon their village encountering (Y/n). She was unsure of him at first but saw this could be a sign of peace if she helped him. Her father approved of allowing him into the village for now. But Quaritch had his own plan. Why not fool the king's daughter? Use her to become the leader of what seemed to be the largest clan he had ever seen. Starting a civil war amongst the Navi would be the easiest way to get to Jake and the while Sullivan family,since human power cannot do it.

But what happens when he falls in love? Does he follow through with his plan? Or stay dedicated to his kind, the humans?

Chapters:

1 -The Invader

2 -Flying is lesson one

3 -Seasons change (SMUT)

4-The Metkayina

5-Always the Fool

6 -Love (SMUT) (30th)

#avatar x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar way of water #jake sully #neytiri #sully family #water tribe #metkayina #omatikaya #Mayan #colonel quaritch #Colonel quaritch avatar #colonel quaritch x reader #avatar x you #Avatar x Navi

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teyamsatan · 11 months

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do you have any fic recommendations? while i wait for part three for monster in me

is it uncouth to copy paste my masterlist?? HAHAHAHAHHAAH im joking yes bb i have so many recommendations, i might even make an official list, maybe for 2.5k?

(in no particular order ofc, i love you all so much)

✰ Chosen By Eywa by @randxmthxughts - it's my highest on my list of to read damn having a job so i can't just spend my entire life reading fanfics but i hear that it's phenomenal and similar in themes to monster in me so i'm sure you'd love it as much I will (so so excited for this bb)

✰ Action//Reaction by @draiochtwrites - another enemies to lovers MASTERPIECE, i love lys and everything she touches turns to gold, amazing work, please check out her whole masterlist!!

✰ Aphrodite by @iwantjaketosullyme - just an amazing, fluffy, funny, incredible Lo'ak fic, just too good

✰ Ralak te Sepawn ieyk’itan by @tiredmamaissy - needs no introduction, the queen herself, i love this series so much and this amazing man created by @zestys-stuff

✰ Lana's masterlist by @lanasblood - bb Lana has two one shots as of yet, but it's more than enough to fall in love with her and her writing and realise she's a gift to this world and this fandom and i can't wait to read everything else!!!

✰ Dad!Neteyam by @fleurriee - I love how my Fleurr writes Neteyam sm, and this series, as i've told her before, makes even the most baby-fever-proof people melt into a puddle of hormones hahaha

✰ Luna's masterlist by @justasimps-blog - another queen that needs no introduction, Luna is one of the reasons I decided to put my work on this website and engage with this community. i love her, and everything she writes, and my favourites are The Fall, Close Ain't Close Enough and Movie Night

✰ Soft!Dom Neteyam Drabble and basically all her prompts by @teyums - fuck, i love how Junie writes Neteyam so much, so much talent i'm surprised it's not overflowing everywhere, so so good

✰ Sex Education by @hinataashoyos - still my favourite Jake fic, i adore it sm, her writing is genuinely mindblowing, i remember even now having my mouth wide open reading this fic, INCREDIBLEEE!!

✰ Take Me With Her/Tidal Wave by @normspellsman - just an incredible Lo'ak series, filled with angst and just everything i love so so much, definitely worth a read 🥰

✰ I See You by @heirtothekingdom - another one saved to be read, that i have heard incredible things about, that i knowww is gonna blow me away, and so i feel incredibly comfortable recommending it and i'm sure you're going to love it

i'm so sorry if i missed any series i love (i definitely have), and I will make a more comprehensive list, this is just a very quick list made in a cafe hahahaha love you xx

enjoy anonnie xx

#my asks 💕#𖨆♡𖨆 andra's anonnies #ˏˋ andra's fic recommendations ˊˎ #avatar #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ andra's mooties #avatar twow #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam fanfic #neteyam x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar jake #jake x reader #jake smut #lo'ak angst #lo'ak smut #atwow #jake sully

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munson-mayhem · 1 year

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So I’ve never written before but I noticed there’s not a lot of Aonung so as thanos says “fine I’ll do it myself” this is just a lil bit kinda like an into into what I hope might become a small series but let me know what y’all think is anyone interested in more idk.

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“Neteyam ….” I sobbed tears streaming down my face burning the scratches on my cheeks from the fight ”I see you” I utter heartbroken as I caress his face

“I want to go home” the last thing I’ll ever hear Neteyam say everything is a haze like I’m not in my own body. I hear people crying I know I’m one of them I know his family …our family is surrounding us I can hear people screaming I think one of them is neytiri I might be one of them I’m not sure anymore, I’m not sure of anything but the fact that Neteyam is dead. Killed by the sky people while protecting his siblings while protecting me too, there was nothing we could do. The bullet ripped through his skin leaving blood so much blood that now coats lo’aks hands, he’s the first to notice to see even what I can’t. It looks like he’s shouting at me but I can’t hear him he starts to reach for me I can see him but I can’t focus on anything just that my best friend is dead the person I cared for most in this world, the person whose been by my side since we were both baby’s, my mate had we been given the chance and time, my Neteyam gone that’s my last though as everything goes numb.

The next few hours are a blur we fought we survived all of us together beaten bruised no time to mourn Neteyam until now, now that the battle is over.

Today we bury our dead we lay Neteyam to rest with the ancestors of the Metkayina forever joining our two clans. The sully’s invite me to join the burial right as family they know Neteyam and I were close anyone could see, but even beyond that they practically raised me alongside their kids. My father Tsu’tey died in battle fighting for the freedom of the Na’vi for the freedom of Pandora, my Mother part of the Avatar program one who was chosen to stay and be reborn into their avatar body like Jake, died giving birth to me. With both my parents dead Jake and Neytiri took me in just like they later did with Kiri. Neteyam and I were only a few months apart him being slightly older a fact he’d never let me forget we were inseparable but we were never raised as siblings unlike his little sister kiri. All the sully kids and I were quite close, but even from a young age there was an undeniable love between Neteyam and I that everyone could see. Everyone knew one day we’d choose each other as mates even us. As Jake and Neytiri take Neteyam’s body to the ocean floor the sully kids and I tread water watching as we cry our tears mixing with the ocean. As the ocean floor returns his body and energy to Eywa I say my final goodbye in my head only for us Neteyam I see you …. I love you.

It’s been months now since we lost Neteyam the battles between the Na’vi and Sky people rage on us protecting the land, our homes, eachother. The entire Metkayina village treats me like a shell like I might be so easily broken by any little thing. Even my old clan the Omatikaya treat me like this. The only people that do not are Lo’ak and that Skxwang Aonung.

#avatar #avatar: way of the water #pandora #lo’ak #sully family #neteyam x reader #aonung #aonung x reader #tuktirey #kiri #neteyam #avatar x reader #avatar movie

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anchoeritic · 1 year

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「 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄. 」

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dbf!jake sully x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: (18+), heartbreak, angsty angst, jake being lost, reader is tsu’tey & neytiri’s daughter, mentions of heart beating, slight age gap (9-10 years), lil bit of violence.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: jake sully finds himself back in his original place of rebirth, searching for something more than answers; the girl he once left behind long ago.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: the start of a new series. this is my first lil passion project so i’m super excited. i hope you all enjoy the first addition. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑

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“Welcome home, brother!”

The call of an ikran was heard throughout the forest as you saw a taller figure hop off of it, petting its head reassuringly.

It was Jake’s ikran.

Silence filled the room as he finally faced his front to the family, searching for the voice. Could’ve heard a pin drop from how silent it was in there.

Should’ve known what you were getting yourself into you when you first got caught up with jake.

Your relationship with him was complicated. wrong. Actually, wrong is an understatement; you would get your eyes plucked out by your mother if she ever found out of your sins.

Jake was your dad’s best friend, once an enemy.

He was mistaken for taking your mother’s hand, creating a close bond with her the moment his avatar stepped foot on the land of pandora.

Eywa had chosen him to be here, present. That’s what your mother told you amongst the many other stories shared; like toruk makto. Rider of the last shadow, they called it.

He came flying in on the back of toruk with a look of determination. Might’ve not been the best time after your father accused of him of mating with your mother, but the war was eventually won with the help of the people, your people.

Another friendship between Jake and your father was created that day onwards, forgiving each other of their bad communications, and seeing one another for what they really stood for.

“Jake?” You whispered to yourself quietly, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hey, peach.” following your voice, he shifted his gaze right onto you, looking at you with a sympathetic smile. “You miss me?”

Frozen in place, you stood with your arms crossed. “Thought you were residing at Awa’atlu.”

“You don’t miss me?” He dodged your response.

You rolled your eyes at his words, leaving his question open-ended once again.

The three sighed; your father shooing you away with his hand.

Taking this as your cue to leave, you quickly shuffle away from your mother’s side, running off to another part of the forest.

0:40

“Get it together.” You said to yourself looking down at the river stream, staring into your reflection.

“He isn’t good for you.” Your feet dangled over the waters, dipping in every now and then when the tides would grow stronger. “He never was.”

Reassurances told to you.. by you.. maybe isn’t the best way to try to overcome something as difficult as love is.

Of course, you missed him. It wasn’t like he meant nothing to you. In your eyes, he was your first love. He still is.

The memories shared with him were never forgotten, they couldn’t ever be erased from your mind. the times spent at river creeks, under the brightest stars, they weren’t for nothing.

He wasn’t exactly the vocal type when it came to being emotional. His way of affection was his acts of service: going down on you.

It started as training lessons, who knew it would’ve ended with his face between your thighs, holding you by your hips down as you cried for him to let you finish.

One time turned into two times, turned into every other night. sneaking out of your hammock, making sure you don’t wake anyone, meeting up with him at river creeks.

As much as the attraction was shown through physical touch, sometimes, it got emotional.

His head would be laid on your lap as you hummed a tune, your fingers tracing shapes into his toned chest.

You’d share about your day, telling him the awful stories you gained from teaching the little ones about the plants scattered across the forest grounds.

Everything you experienced with him, it felt like a dream. He was a dream to you.

The way his ears would perk up at the sound of your laughs, his smile widening until his pearly whites were shown. It was all perfect, all of it, until he took his leave without a notice. Especially, without telling you.

Not a note, a single goodbye, just an illuminated pathway of his footsteps leading out and away from between the hometrees.

You still remember that night like it was yesterday. The call of his ikran still makes your ears ring when you think of it, followed by the sounds of your own sniffling.

He’d only send you a ripped up letter with the directions of his new home: all the way at the Pandoran reefs.

But at one point, you became numb at the thought of his disappearance, finally accepting that he isn’t the one for you.

If Eywa brought him here to the clan, she could’ve easily been the one to take him right out.

Kicking rocks, you made your way back to your hammock, slipping into it with ease. The mere thought of jake made your skin crawl.

He left the clan with nothing of him and expects for everyone to welcome him back like this was ever considered his home? You held resentment against him. Maybe, you were just being stubborn too.

“Hey,” a voice called out from behind a tree.

Turning your head around quickly, you went into defense mode, letting your walls build back up.

“Who’s there?” You hissed, pointing an arrow at the tree. “Show yourself!”

You should’ve expected who walked out from behind. God, how stupid were you to give him this sort of entertainment. This was not the type of reunion you were hoping for.

Jake raised his hands up in a truce, signalling that he was strictly here to make peace. Possibly.

“It’s just me,” he started, “lower your bow.”

Shaking your head, you only pulled the string up further, pointing at your target: his head.

God, it took so much in you not to let his brains splatter all over the grounds. Your ancestors would’ve been cheering you on from the sidelines.

“Leave me alone, demon!” he backed up slowly, hands still being held up. “What do you want from me, Sully.”

He looks at you puzzled, shaking his head. “i don’t want anything from you? Just wanted to make sure you were okay, sweetheart—“

Nervous, he put his hands behind his head, showing that he wasn’t looking for any trouble.

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore.” You lowered your bow, mounting it on your back again. “You lost those privileges the same night you lost me.”

“Listen—“

“Watch your mouth, I’m not the same naïve girl you left behind.” Your words were venomous to him, it was worse than the bite of a snake, but you can’t say it wasn’t well deserved.

“Just. Just leave me be, Jake.” Sighing, you walked back to your hammock, completely ignoring his presence. You got the last word in, that’s all you cared about.

It wasn’t like he was ever going to. He didn’t even do it when he had the balls to leave the forest.

1:11

That was temporary happiness, bound to be lost but he tried to find a loophole to keep it lasting,

He ran back to you.

An exhausted groan was followed by his footsteps retreating back. You were a hard shell to crack, even tougher than the first time.

The realization didn’t hit you until well after he left you alone; your quiet cries and reassurances to yourself were drowned out by the hard rainfall.

“Please, Eywa.” You looked down at your hands, trembling in the coldness as tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

Your hammock was soaked in the natural waters, goosebumps running up and down your arms.

It was like your tears were the rain. Smaller plants were toppling over, the rain covering every square inch of the forest.

The emotions you held to yourself, the ones you could never speak of out loud, only Eywa could’ve heard you grieving for your old self.

Eywa heard you and made her presence known to you, like the same night you experienced your heart split into two.

The same one Jake Sully had caused you.

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“Find yourself, y/n.” he rubbed your back, kissing the crown of your head.

The same hot tears were still spilling, but in his hands now. He wasn’t only carrying the weight of his guilt, but the pureness of your tears as they continued to drag him down.

“I-I don’t know how to, jake,” you whisper, “I can’t without you.”

“I know you can, baby,” he’s wiping away your tears with a soft smile on his face.

He held your hand in his tightly, pressing a kiss to the top before placing it over his own heart. “You feel that?”

Bum, bum, bum. The time between his heartbeats became shorter and shorter as seconds went by, the feeling underneath your palm was on the verge of explosion. His heart was strong enough to play a set of drums.

“A strong heart,” you looked into his eyes.

Hee stared back at you with the same smile, placing a hand over your heart. “My strong heart, you will be without me one day.”

“Don’t say that.” You shook your head, sniffling.

“One day will happen sooner or later.”

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The way of love pt.II

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: Blood and free hate <3

Lenght : 2k

Notes: All characters will keep the age difference but will be aged: Neteyam 19 y.o; Lo'ak 18 y.o etc…

NA'VI WORDS: PARULTSYIP: Children. KARYU: Teacher. VRRTEP: Demon. 'ITE: Daughter

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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The night went by with an agonizing slowness, making you think only of the boy Omatikaya, while your heart beat faster and faster at the mere memory of the boy’s laughter, or of his hand touching your ear to lay a flower he had chosen for you. You hated these feelings, the thought of your heart going crazy over the Sullys' firstborn made you sick and damned you, so much so that even the beautiful moonlight entering the room didn’t take your mind off it.

"No. I have no feelings for that Omatikayan boy. It’s just a… a…" you couldn’t find an adjective to describe him negatively, after all he was always kind and smiling, and that made you hate him more. " A Sully! A skxawng vrrtep Sully!" You said against the ceiling, finding some comfort in that offense. You would turn around in the hammock, looking for a comfortable side to get to sleep without thinking about that guy, you did not want and did not have to feel feelings for him, then why were you blushing and your heart beating so hard?

After many hours, you managed to fall asleep and this time the morning arrived with a deadly speed. You were always more certain that Eywa was making fun of you, and you didn’t understand why, after all you were always regarded as the golden daughter of Olo'eykte, the one who was not wrong and devoted to duty. So why damn you like this?

You yawned and reached out to your mother to share breakfast with the family, and then you noticed the flower of Neteyam on the table, you rolled your eyes and looked at your mother.

"Didn’t you throw it out yet? I thought I told you it was a stupid gift," you said and then started eating some berries from the forest.

"Ma 'ite, it’s such a beautiful flower, why throw it?" asked the matriarch, softening her gaze as she watched her beautiful daughter, realizing that something new was being born in you.

"Because it’s a gift I didn’t appreciate, keeping it means appreciating it. Throw it away" You said firmly, you didn’t want to have anything that demon gave you.

Once breakfast was over, you left your house, finding Neteyam outside your house, with a sweet smile as he waited for you.

"Good morning, Karyu. Did you sleep well?" he asked, following you, noticing how you turned your eyes annoyed by his presence. " You don’t care. Today we have so many things to do, you better concentrate" You responded by walking faster, still feeling his steps behind you as you reached the beach. " Watch out for the descent, it’s full of sharp rocks"

"Are you worried about me?" he asked, laughing slightly. " No. I worry about myself, I am the healer of the village, I should waste time patching your ass up as if you were a parultysìp" Your tone was sour, but this did not remove the smile from the lips of Neteyam, who followed you undisturbed.

"Then I better hurt myself, if it will be your sweet hands to cure me," Neteyam blew the words on the shell of your ear, for he stood behind you. You shuddered and turned to him. " You. AHHH! Unbearable. You are an unbearable child. Distance. Keep the distance." You said pushing him back with your finger on his chest, growling at him.

The day went on as follows: Neteyam making you damned and stressed, your Ikran probably preferring suicide to hearing you fight like children, You scolding the jokes he used to make, and you coming out of it exhausted at the end of the day. Once you got ashore, you broke the bond with your banshees and sat on the sand.

"Okay, at least tell me why you treat me like this. I didn’t do anything to you," Neteyam suddenly said, looking at you waiting for an answer.

"You don’t have to care. I’m your teacher, not your friend. I don’t have to like you, I just have to teach." You said looking out to sea, legs to chest.

"I don’t know your name, I don’t know what you think of me and why you treat me like this, I don’t know why you threatened me and consider yourself my teacher?" He said nicely, not looking away for a second.

"Like I said, keep your distance."

Actually, you wish you hadn’t insulted him or bothered to lead him into the ways of the Tayrangis, but your mother had given you a burden to bear and you wouldn’t have let her down, not again.

"I have the honor of being the only one to be treated this way or is it the practice?" He asked approaching you

"Stop talking, and listen to the sea and the wind." You said irritated, closing those eyes as you inhaled.

Neteyam couldn’t help but observe you, your bioluminescent freckles drawing constellations on your cerulean face, your thinned eye cut, your clothes and your body. In his eyes you were perfect, perhaps the most successful creation of Eywa or the direct daughter of Eywa, leading him to doubt your blood bond with the Olo'eykte of your clan.

"You know, your freckles glow like stars." Neteyam said out of nowhere, "They’re very beautiful."

You turned in his direction, looking at him and judging him in silence. Your feline eyes thinned, sharp as blades.

"Stop." You sighed, "You’re annoying."

"Only with those who show themselves not to give me even a chance" Neteyam’s voice was sure, his eyes focused on you and his body leaning slightly towards your person.

"skxawng…" Your voice was thin and you could hear the look of Neteyam burning your skin, bothering you but making your heart beat like never before.

Neteyam gave up a laugh at the way you called him, yet he sought some kind of foothold to get close to you.

"At least tell me why you hate me, I’ll make it up to you." His sweet voice hit your ears, scratching your skin.

"You can’t make it up to me." You said coldly, putting distance between the two of you again, looking him in the eye with hatred. " Neither now nor ever." you continued.

"Why? I-" he began to speak but was silenced by your hand which rose to indicate silence.

"You. Your family. Everything about the Sullys is cursed. Demon blood mixed with that na'vi, your family is a bringer of destruction and death. No matter how much you try to make up for it, the only way is for the Sullys to disappear." Neteyam’s pupils dilated as he listened to you without having words to formulate. You took his wrist and raised his hand and left a cut on his palm. "Cursed blood, demon blood. Destruction and death is in you as in all your family" your voice was sharp as Neteyam’s palm filled with blood very slowly.

"It’s not like that. I’m Na'vi as much as you, Eywa has protected my father from the beginning, so we are not demons… let me at least-" You stopped him again, growling to keep his distance.

"Eywa makes mistakes sometimes, evidently this is her greatest." You said pointing at him and then standing up and being taken by the wrist by Neteyam, his warm blood now wet your skin, while his eyes begged you to wait.

"We never killed Na'vi, never." He whispered with pain, partly this was true but if the demons of heaven had made war at pandora was also because of Jake, those deaths had to be on the conscience of his entire bloodline.

"The war killed them, took away homes and destroyed families. A war brought by your father" At that moment Neteyam stood up, never taking his grip off your wrist.

"My father brought salvation, became Toruk Makto to save the clans and remember that your mother joined him to win" He said approaching you "Why are you so… difficult. I’m here to learn, just be nice."

"Kind? Kind to you? My family lost a daughter in the war because of YOUR family, and I should forgive you? Be nice to you? I hate you Neteyam Sully, you’re just one of the Na'vi I can’t kill for Eywa. Stand. back."

You growled, grabbed your wrist, but this time Neteyam pulled you to him, leaving you a few inches away from his body. You felt a lump in your throat as your heart started to go crazy again, making you hate yourself as never before. Neteyam’s arms were warm and comforting, you felt a sense of protection so close to him. His breath mixed with the wind as his natural scent entered your nostrils, causing you to swallow bitterly. Your wrist was brought to the height of his chest, making your palm lay at heart level.

"What are you-" Neteyam stopped you, whispering a "Shhh, it’s your turn to listen" his warm voice made you sigh deeply.

You felt Neteyam’s heart beating against your palm, you felt his long, deep breaths as he looked down on you, being enchanted to see your person finally relaxed near him. " Eywa is my mother like yours, My heart beats like yours, my lungs breathe your same air thing demons can not do" Neteyam approached you again, and then lift your face from your chin "And you know what differs me from them? Like my father, I was interested in a beautiful and strong Na'vi."

You took a long breath as you looked into Neteyam’s eyes, at that moment all the disgust, hate and resentment had vanished somewhere in your person, leaving room for the earthquake that was being born in your womb. Your eyes softened for a moment and little chills rose from your legs to your back. You didn’t know how to answer, you wanted to vomit on him as much as you hated him and hated his family, but how bravely your throat could formulate something that neither your heart nor your mind thought,

"I said keep your distance." you whispered, swallowed, looking slightly away, and then felt Neteyam’s hand resting on your jaw and pulling your face back toward hers.

"I can’t." whispered him passing the look from your eyes to your lips, then returning again to your eyes "I can’t keep my distance if our ways continue to cross. I know you don’t hate me inside, and you know I’m a good person." He said by stroking your face.

All this was so fast, so fast that you were most likely in that state of shock, not for anything else, at least this you tried to make you believe, failing miserably when Neteyam caressed your face. You felt like such an idiot when he looked at your lips, because inevitably you did the same with his lips and you couldn’t believe they looked so soft and warm. Your breath was suddenly cut when he slowly drew his face to yours, and your heart decided to let you experience tachycardia.

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Notes from the author:

Yes, you may hate me for cutting to the most interesting point, but it is to keep the threshold of attention longer. yk

Literally, Neteyam doesn’t even know your name, but he’s so precious, he seems like the kind of guy who would keep acting like a prince to someone with a stronger character. While I was writing, I seemed to see Neytiri and Jake in the beginning, in fact there are some references in the first part, maybe even here.

However, remember to put Like to support the stories, reblog if you’re enjoying this series and leave a comment with your opinion. Luv ya

Mel

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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.

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~Let Eventually Be Today~

(Jake Sully x Fem! Reader x Neytiri)

Summary: You had been hesitant about Jake from the moment Neytiri brought him to the Home Tree, but with a little push from her you are able to show him the beauty of your home.

Word count: 2.8k

Author’s note: Prequel of “A Lover, Not a Fighter”! This takes place before the kids, so it’s just you, Jake, and Neytiri. Fluffy & happy :) Can definitely be read as a oneshot

When (Y/n) and Jake are speaking English is normal text, and Na’vi is this (bold & italics).

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Let Eventually Be Today

You had never liked the sky people. You didn’t understand their annoyingly overcomplicated language, or their stupid customs and traditions. You didn’t want to understand either. You had been given many chances to learn, and a few of those your best friend, Neytiri, had taken advantage of.

When a school was opened by a few sky people in things called avatars Neytiri’s parents thought it was smart for her to attend alongside her older sister, Sylwanin, who you were also pretty close to. The clan leader’s children attending a school made by sky people, you would scoff whenever you would think about it. Sylwanin was required to attend, but in the end Neytiri had been given a choice, and she had chosen to attend.

You hated the school, mostly the idea of it, your people learning the ways of the sky people. Why would you need to understand their ways? They don’t belong here, they shouldn’t be here.

One thing you hated more, though, were the avatars. You didn’t understand what they were, or how they worked, but it made you uncomfortable that the sky people were able to look so much like you. You didn’t like that they could look like everyone around you. Like your family, your leaders, your friends.

Neytiri had loved the school while it had lasted, and she would rant to you about how fun it was every time she would get the chance. She was always disappointed when she would drop by your home every morning to see if you would be accompanying her, and you would shoot her down. She wanted you to learn about the sky people with her. She wanted to show you Grace, and her love for the land. She wanted to show you the good side of the sky people. How naive she was to think they could do any good.

The day everything went downhill had been another day Neytiri had invited you to come with her, and like every other day you had told her no. Instead you stayed behind in Home Tree with her mom, Mo’at, the Tsahik, and helped her create healing pastes. You stayed with what you were comfortable with, and that was healing your people.

You had heard of the tragedy quickly, Mo’at being the first person to be told after her husband. She quickly rushed you out of the healing hut and towards your parents who had rushed to find you, to make sure you weren’t with Neytiri. They feared today may have been the day you had submitted to Neytiri’s pleas for you to join her.

Thankfully you hadn’t, and you were okay, but that couldn’t be said for everyone. Sylwanin had been caught in the crossfire and had been returned to the Great Mother. It didn’t feel like her time, it shouldn't have been her time, but something that brought you comfort was that she was now with Eywa, she would be okay. She was safe and happy in the arms of the Great Mother.

The clan had been distraught over the death of Sylwanin, but for you what had really hurt about the loss of Sylwanin was the pain you could feel radiating off of Neytiri. She had lost her big sister, her only sibling, and on top of that she would have to take over Tsahik training when her mother deemed her ready.

You had always been spiritual, even more so than the future Tsahik of the people. You believed wholeheartedly in your Great Mother and would frequently be shown signs of big events coming up. Mo’at had taken you under her wing and you were becoming a talented healer, even though you may never be Tsahik she knew you and Neytiri were close and you would always be there to help.

You and Neytiri had always been close, and you had always harbored feelings for her, always been deeply, hopelessly, in love with her. You had held it close to your heart for years, but eventually you couldn’t hold it in anymore and decided to show her your heart, your most secret feelings. You had told her “Neytiri, I see you.” and she had responded back “I see you too.”, bringing you a sense of happiness, purer than any other feeling you had ever felt.

From then on you had begun courting each other, showing your love outwardly with gifts, and small touches when you found each other throughout your day. You both knew one day you would need to find an Olo’eyktan, but for now you chose to simply exist.

After the incident at the school none of the sky people had dared to come close to Home Tree, not even pushing the limits by touching the land surrounding it. It had stayed that way for years, until recently. You had foreseen a sky person in an avatar body coming to Home Tree, and had confided this information in Mo’at who’s heart sank at the information.

She had quickly prepared the clan for a sky person invasion, but when your prophecy came to be it wasn’t an attack, but instead one lonely avatar being led into the Home Tree by Neytiri. How could she? Why would she? Who was he?

He had introduced himself with meaningless words, but the only thing you had understood was his name, Jake Sully. You chose to ignore him, standing to the side of Mo’at with your nose turned up at him. You could feel his eyes on you, but you stood strong as he studied you, but you couldn’t help as you felt hot under his gaze. Your skin felt like it was burning, an uncomfortable feeling settled over you about the demon looking at you for so long.

You didn’t speak English, nor did you plan on learning, but there was something so captivating about Jake Sully that made you crave talking to him. You wanted to communicate, to learn more about him, to let him learn more about you, but there was the stupid language barrier, and you were stubborn. No matter how much you wanted to talk to him you wouldn’t learn the demon’s tongue, so he would have to learn yours, and you would have to wait.

For now it was standing awkwardly near each other if Neytiri wasn’t there, and when she was with you there was simple conversation with Neytiri as the translator, the inbetween. She didn’t mind being the inbetween, but she had started seeing Jake as she was seeing you, and she wanted you and Jake to see each other the same.

That would be hard to do since you couldn’t talk to each other without her help, but she was determined to have you come together.

It was a special day, not in celebration, or tradition, but you and Neytiri had a day off for once. She was not busy with Jake who had some human matters to attend to, and you had a break from healing as a new group of young healers were passing important tests to become fully fledged healers of the clan.

Neytiri turned to you from the basket she was weaving, “(Y/n), you know the kenten are breeding this time of year, yes?”

“Mhm.” You simply hummed, focusing carefully on the pattern you were weaving into a necklace, a necklace for Jake, but nobody had to know for now.

Neytiri continued on, knowing you were listening to her although you weren’t giving her your whole attention, “I would love to take Jake to see them, but I’m busy helping my mother every evening.”

You smiled, thinking about the brightly colored lizards contrasting against the night sky, “You are right, evening is the best time to see them…”

“Why don’t you take Jake?” She nudged your side.

You sighed, placing the necklace on the ground and turning your undivided attention to her, “I don’t know, Ney. I’m not sure he would like to go alone with me.”

Neytiri looked at you, holding your hands in hers, she looked determined, “(Y/n) I am not asking at this point, I am telling, you are going to take Jake to see the kenten.” She instructed you, setting it in stone.

“Okay.” You spoke quietly, “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” She confirmed.

When tomorrow came you were nervous, you hadn’t felt this nervous about being alone with anyone since before you confessed to Neytiri, but this was different, he wasn’t Neytiri. He scared you, and excited you, which was an odd juxtaposition of feelings. He was a sky person, dangerous, but he was nothing but polite to you. He was respectful and kind, and he treated Neytiri well.

You had taken extra time to prepare yourself, fixing your hair and straightening your top, before finding him and Neytiri on the other side of the village. They were sitting together, sharpening their knives.

You knew very few words in English but you had picked up “come” somewhere, and so you instructed Jake, “Come!”

He looked at Neytiri, who was smiling widely at you, shock evident on his face. He just nodded, yes, before you pulled him up by the arm and started leading him into the forest.

Jake seemed confused as to why you were pulling him into the forest, and so you spoke to him, “It’s kenten breeding time.” You tried to explain, but Jake just looked at you confused.

You sighed, it would always be frustrating with the challenge in communication. Instead of focusing on your frustration you put your concentration on finding a large leaf with a bunch of kenten sitting on it. The leaf you chose was just about at your head height so you stood on your tiptoes, watching the small lizard creatures, sitting there peacefully. It was a shame you would have to disturb them, but you didn’t really feel that bad because of the joy their light brought you.

You paused, making sure Jake was watching before tapping the leaf and disturbing them. They all flew up in a flurry of lights, swirling colors twirling around you and Jake. They danced through the sky like shooting stars, and you remembered Neytiri telling you about how the sky people make wishes on them. You wondered if they remind Jake the same, if he was making a wish, or a few, as the myriad of kenten floated past you.

“Whoah!” Jake exclaimed, a look of joy on his face.

When they hit the ground you couldn’t help but to turn to Jake, watching him. He had stars in his eyes, and you wondered if your planet lived up to the one he had come from, knowing nothing about Earth. You hoped it did, you hoped he loved Pandora like he loved his past home, because now your home was his, to share.

You couldn’t help but giggle as he directed his smile towards you. You felt hot under his gaze, just like you had the first time you saw him, but this time it didn’t make you uncomfortable. This time you didn’t feel like your skin was on fire, but instead you felt the warmth inside. Your heart felt like it was exposed to an open flame, but instead of being close enough to be burned it felt like you were sitting by it conversing with the ones you loved.

It felt like the warmth that radiates off of Neytiri’s body as she holds you close. It felt like the warmth the sun provided as it broke through the forest’s canopy as you napped on the softest patch of grass you could find. It felt like the warmth of a parent’s embrace, like a hug when they were proud of you.

It was a calming, comforting warmth that had spread through your whole body, leaving you craving more. You wanted Jake to hold you close, you wanted to feel the physical warmth he would provide. You wanted him much like you had wanted Neytiri all the years before you confessed.

Unlike Neytiri this was a new love, a fast one. You had fallen fast and hard, like you had fallen from your ikran and were plummeting to the ground. All you could do was hope Jake would be there to catch you before you crashed, before you met your early demise.

You would never know, because Jake would never admit it, but even though you had fallen harder, Jake had fallen first. He had been enamored by you the second Neytiri had introduced you to him. There was something that had attracted him to you, like a pull he didn’t understand. He was drawn in by your hatred for his kind, something about how stubborn you were that you refused to learn his language pulled him in.

“That was awesome!” Jake said, but you didn’t understand him, the words sounding like jumbled noises.

“More?” you asked, hoping he would understand that very basic word.

“More!” He repeated back, already searching for another leaf around you. You had lost his attention, and you giggled at his childish nature, searching for more fun.

“JakeSully.” You called after him, snagging his attention from his mission.

“Yeah?” He asked in English, before seeing your confusion and speaking in Na’vi, “Yes?”

You fiddled with the pouch that was resting on your hip, pulling out the necklace you had made for him. It took longer than you would have liked with your shaky hands, but when you had it in your grasp you held it out to him, “For you.”

“Oh.” He looked surprised, not saying anything else.

Anxiety quickly bubbled in your gut, why was he so surprised. Did he not like the necklace, did he not like you?

Your train of thoughts stopped when he grabbed your wrist, holding your shaking hands still so he could study the necklace. Now instead of looking surprised he smiled, “Thank you. Pretty.” His Na’vi was shaky, mispronouncing the words like a child, but you appreciated every time he tried to communicate with you.

“Turn around, I will put it on you.” You smiled, excited he liked it.

He just raised his eyebrows, and you found yourself appreciating your differences for once. Even though you were different, you decided it wasn’t all bad. Maybe some of your differences were cute, like the hair above his eyes that moved with his facial expressions.

Since he didn’t understand what you had said you placed your hands on his shoulders, guiding him to turn around. When his back was to you, you reached around his front, placing the necklace where it was supposed to sit against his chest, and tying it behind his neck.

When he felt you were done he turned back to you, a smile plastered on his face wide enough to rival yours which reached your eyes only like it did when you were with Neytiri. She was so perfect to you, and now Jake seemed the same. They were so different, but you loved them the same.

Even with the good feelings flowing through you, you had a hard time admitting you loved him, really loved him. You loved Neytiri with all of your heart, and it would be hard for you to share that with someone else.

You loved Neytiri like you loved your home, your people, your Great Mother. Your love for her felt so natural, like you were always meant to love her. Her love was comfortable and sweet like you were meant for her, and only her.

Your feelings for Jake were like learning something new, something you weren’t yet good at. Being around him was comforting, but you couldn’t understand why. His attention made you burn, made you feel warm, and sometimes it hurt, but the burn was worth it in the end.

He burned you, but he didn’t mean to, so instead of worrying about never healing from the burn you fought off those thoughts of pain. You wanted to trust him, but he made you feel for him in new and scary ways. He didn’t want to be dangerous, he wanted to be one of the people, he wanted to be let into your life. He had taken time to learn your ways, to learn your language, and you couldn't help but allow yourself to let go of your worries a little bit, but it was hard.

You didn’t want to love him, your instincts still telling you he was bad, dangerous, maybe even deadly. He was still a sky person, and in a body like yours, and that made him dangerous. You didn’t speak his language, and his people had caused you more pain than good. You couldn’t love Jake, couldn’t admit that to yourself, but day by day you allowed yourself to let him in a little bit more.

You had always been a lover, not a fighter, so why fight your love for Jake? You would give in eventually, so let eventually be today.

Word Bank:

Tsahik (Spiritual leader)

Great Mother (Eywa)

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

Olo’eyktan (Clan leader)

Kenten (Fan Lizard)

Ikran (Mountain Banshee)

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Chosen Pt.1

Lo’ak x Fem!reader

This will be a series 🙃 so here’s Pt.1

Warmings- None 💖 arraigned marriage.

Word Count - 3.06k

In the center of the room adorned with ritual garments. I knelt before my mother with my eyes closed and my hands clasped together. She stood in front of me,murmuring a prayer to Eywa, the great mother spirit of our people. With her other hand, she anointed my head with oil, marking me as the chosen one, the one to unite two tribes.

I've been trained for this role my whole life and now that it is here, I'm not sure how to feel. I don't feel anything if I'm being honest.

My mother finished her prayer, reaching for my hand, leading me to stand up. "My beautiful daughter, wonderfully chosen to unite two tribes."

I looked at her smiling before deeply bowing. "Now come on we must present you to the clan."

Together, we walked out of the room and into the clearing where the entire clan awaited. They all stood hands linked together singing beautifully in harmony to Eywa thanking her that this day had finally arrived.

My dad stood at the center, his eyes locked on me in a stare of pride. I walked toward my dad and the center of the clan, my dad's hands lifted for me to take. He lifted my hands high.

"My daughter chosen to unite the tribes."

I frowned slightly, swallowing. All the emotions I hadn't felt earlier came to me in a flood all at once. I could feel the onset of my anxiety, but I breathed deeply, trying my best to calm myself.

I looked out at the sea of faces, feeling incredibly small and insignificant, yet somehow, powerful at the same time. This was my destiny, my duty to bring peace among the tribes and prosperity to mine.

I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing on the beautiful harmony of their song. When I opened them, I felt more confident than ever before.

I took a deep breath and spoke with strength and conviction. "My people, I am honored and humbled by this responsibility that was bestowed upon me. It is my hope that we will find a way to unite and work towards a common goal. We must put aside our differences and work together to ensure the prosperity of our people."

The words flowed effortlessly from my lips, and I could feel the energy of the crowd lifting me up. My dad's grin grew wider as he watched on with pride.

The ceremony was beautiful, and as it came to a close, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction and a renewed sense of purpose. I knew that this was just the beginning of my journey to bring peace among the tribes, but I was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the crowd dispersed, my dad approached me, his hand on my shoulder. "You did well, my daughter," he said with a smile. "I am proud to call you my own."

I smiled back at him, feeling grateful for his support. Together, we left the clearing, ready to face Toruk Makto and his clan.

I was to wed one of his sons in a few hours. A treaty that was agreed upon prior to my birth, a necessary measure my mother called it for the longevity of both our clans.

As we walked through the forest, my mind raced with anticipation and nervousness. What if my mate turned out to be someone I couldn't love? Or worse, what if he was cruel and indifferent to me? I had never met him, but I had spent years imagining what he would look like, what color his eyes would be, and whether his skin was the same color as mine. I hoped he would like me, and I wondered whether I was good enough to be his wife.

I chewed on my lips with nervousness as we neared our Ikrans. I took one last glance at my childhood home and bid it a silent farewell before hopping onto my Ikran.

It was a bittersweet feeling as I looked back at the place I had always known, the place where I had grown up. But it was time.

Most of the ride to my new home, I focused on controlling my emotions and clearing my head. I needed to put my best foot forward and make a good impression on my soon-to-be mate.

Hours passed by as we rode to the Omaticaya clan, but we were finally here. Anxiety filled my body as we finally touched the ground. I looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of this new place. The lush forest, the exotic plants, and the strange creatures that scurried around. It was all too overwhelming , very different from our home in the mountains but I knew I had to be strong.

I got off my Ikran, the blades of grass tickling my feet, and looked up at the crowd that had gathered. My father and I were immediately surrounded by curious eyes and murmuring from the clan members that were close by. I searched every face that surrounded me, trying to find some familiarity, some connection that would make this place less alien.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but everyone looked very similar to us, exactly like us. I sighed in relief, knowing that I wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb.

A female voice sounded, echoing through the clearing, and the entire crowd parted ways. An elder woman of the clan walked forward towards my father and I, wearing garments that indicated she was The Tsahik.

I immediately bowed my head, bringing my hands to my forehead. "I see you," I greeted her, as was customary among our people.

She stared at me silently, circling and examining my body. I tried my best not to fidget or move, but I couldn't help feeling nervous.

"What is your name, child?" The Tsahik asked me, examining me and tapping my shoulders.

"My name is Y/n," I replied nervously, she looked at my father, nodding her head before whisking me away toward a nearby tent.

As I entered the tent, I saw an array of objects laid out in front of me. "My name is Mo'at, Tsahik of the Omaticaya," the woman said, gesturing to the task in front of me. "You will complete these tasks for me to see if you will be an appropriate mate for my grandson, as well as a useful member of this clan. Your time starts now."

My heart raced as I sat down to begin. I took in a deep breath, calming my nerves and calling back my memories. This was it. The moment I had been working towards for years. I had trained for this relentlessly, putting in countless hours of practice and dedication.

Finally done, I stood up, feeling confident and ready. I presented my work to Mo'at. She studied my work carefully, her eyes scanning every inch of the intricate tasks.

As I stood there, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I had poured my heart and soul into these tasks, and now it was all coming to fruition. I had honed my skills, trusted in my abilities, and let my passion guide me.

Mo'at looked up at me, nodding in approval. With her blessing, I knew that I had succeeded. I had proven myself worthy of this moment, to be apart of this clan , a suitable mate .

I sat down, letting out a sigh of relief as Mo'at left the tent for a moment. My mind raced with thoughts of what would come next.

As Mo'at returned, she was not alone. Two other Na'vi, a female and a male, followed behind her. I stood up onto my feet and greeted them.

"Hello Y/n, it is nice to see you. I'm Tsyeyk," said the male Na'vi.

"Oh, Toruk Makto, it is nice to meet you," I said excitedly, starstruck, and smiling at him.

"And you must be Neytiri," I said, turning to the female Na'vi.

She nodded, smiling back at me and pulling me into a warm embrace. "It will be so nice having you in our family," Neytiri said.

Her words warmed my heart as I finally felt a sense of acceptance from my new family. My eyes glistened with tears of joy as Neytiri, my new mother, took me by the hand and led me towards her tent.

As we entered the tent, Neytiri pulled out a beautiful beaded top from a chest. "This was mine when I first met Jake," she said with a smile. "Now it is yours, It's time for you to become part of our family."

I felt a sense of belonging as she helped me into the top.

Maybe the transition will be easy I thought . It fit me perfectly, as if it had been made for me. Neytiri then took my hand and led me outside.

We walked through the village until we reached a large tent at the center. "It is time my child ,This is where you will meet Lo'ak".

As we approached the tent, my nerves began to get the best of me. It is time to meet the man I will spend the rest of my life with , and I didn't want to make a bad impression. Neytiri must have sensed my anxiety because she gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

Neytiri gave me one more reassuring nod before opening the flap to the tent. I swallowed thickly before placing one foot inside followed by the other. My eyes fell upon Him. He stood tall and confident, with beaded braids that fell above his shoulders and a strong jawline. I couldn't help but scan his whole body, taking in every detail.

When he turned to face me, my heart skipped a beat. I mustered up the courage to smile warmly and gestured, saying "I see you." But he remained expressionless and didn't return the gesture.

Feeling rejected, I introduced myself as Y/n. He nodded and gave a small smile before brushing past me and walking out of the tent. Confused and disheartened, I looked back as he left.

I walked further into the tent taking a seat. Why did he leave? Did he not like my hair or my clothes? Was I not good enough for him? My eyes glossed over with tears threatening to fall. Was the wedding even still on? Did I fail my people?

My head spun with a thousand questions that I didn't notice that someone entered the tent until they stood in front of me. I looked up quickly, standing up. I gestured to the young man that stood in front of me, he did back, smiling warmly. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Neteyam."

"Hello Neteyam." I waved shyly.

He chuckled at me. "No need to be shy, you'll be seeing a lot more of me." I looked at him slightly confused, not sure who he is supposed to be. I guess he caught on, telling me he is the eldest of Toruk's kids, brother to my soon to be mate.

Neteyam sat down across from me. He knew I was feeling nervous and tried to put me at ease, telling me stories of his clan and how he knows where to get the most beautiful stones and beads if I ever want to make jewelry. I listened attentively, feeling much calmer as I laughed at some of his jokes.

“I’m gonna go now, leave you to get ready for your big day.” Neteyam said standing up “it was nice meeting you.” He smiled before disappearing, leaving me alone again.

My mind started racing again. I was a bit frustrated, if I was being honest. Was I just to wait all day alone until Lo’ak decided he’s ready to speak to me?

I couldn't bear the thought of waiting for hours, so I got up and made my way toward the door, trying to find someone who could give me answers. As I walked, I heard footsteps approaching from the opposite direction, and in he walked.

My heart raced and my legs threatened to fail me, but I stood tall, determined not to show any weakness. Our eyes locked, and we stood there for what felt like an eternity, but was likely only a few seconds.

I couldn't help but stare and drink in his beauty. My heart fluttered at the attraction I felt for him. His braids looked freshly done, a few beads here and there. As I approached him, I noticed he had hair above his eyes, that was peculiar to me. Is that a special trait of the Omaticaya?

I finally broke the silence, “Lo’ak, what’s going on? Why am I here? Aren’t we?”

He sighed, “I apologize for the wait. I needed some time to think about things.”

I was taken aback. “What things?” I bit the inside of my cheeks.

“Things that concern your future, our future, he answered cryptically.

I could feel the tears boiling up inside my eyes. “What do you mean? I need answers, Lo’ak.”

Lo’ak grabbed my hand gently and led me to sit with him. “Don’t worry about it now , how about we get to know eachother?”

Oh okay ...” I said nervously, looking at him. He was sitting there, silent and distant, not even bothering to acknowledge me. “I’m very skilled in healing” . I smiled proudly, trying to make myself feel better.

“Mhm,” he said, still not looking at me. I could feel my heart sinking. Was he not interested in me at all?

But I didn't give up. “Yes, I would make a good Tsahik someday,” I continued, speaking softer than I originally spoke and shifting my body in an attempt to catch his attention.

“What about you, Ma Lo’ak?” I asked, hoping to draw him out of his shell. “You probably know everything there is to know about me.”

He finally looked up at me with a deep, intense gaze. “Oh, maybe I do,” he said in a low, rumbling voice that sent shivers down my spine.

I felt so small sitting there, trying to make conversation with someone who seemed so closed off.

We sat in awkward silence for what seemed like forever. His gaze never met mine again. It was painfully obvious that he was less than happy with our oncoming union. I wasn't mad, though; we had only met mere moments ago. But on the other hand, I couldn't help feeling irked, for I was trying to make this work, even if it meant forcing some semblance of a conversation out of thin air.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke up, apologizing for his lack of enthusiasm. "I'm not used to this kind of thing," he admitted, avoiding my eyes yet again.

I nodded, albeit a little stiffly. I knew all too well the discomfort of being a fish out of water in social situations. "It's alright," I said, a thin smile on my face. "I get it. But we're here now, so we might as well make the best of it, right?"

He nodded, finally meeting my gaze. My heart fluttered; he had barely spoken to me, but I couldn't help but fall deeply for him already. I shuffled closer to him, smiling warmly.

"I notice you have hair above your eyes, is that a trait of the Omaticaya?" I asked, trying to start another conversation.

He chuckled before shaking his head no. "Just something I got from my dad, along with this." He raised up his hand, showing me the extra finger.

I stared inquisitively, "Oh, that's unique," I said with a smile.

"You're not gonna say I'm a freak?" he asked, his eyes filled with insecurity.

I gasped at his words, "Why would I say that, Ma Lo'ak?" I asked, concern written all over my face.

He laughed, and I found myself laughing with him. We talked for what seemed like hours, and he started to warm up to me. Maybe we would have a happy union, I thought to myself, as we continued to bond over our unique features and backgrounds.

Mo’at, entered the room, interrupting our conversation.

“It is time,” she announced.

Lo’ak got up from his seat and extended his hand towards me, I took it a sense of nervous excitement filled me. As we followed Mo’at, I couldn't help but feel Lo'ak's warm grip on my hand, giving me comfort.

Upon arriving at a clearing, I saw that the Omaticaya had gathered in a circle, with both our fathers standing at the centre. My heart was pounding with anticipation as we joined them at the center.

As the sun began to set, the two tribes gathered on the edge of the forest. Jake stepped forward to address the crowd, his voice strong and sure. "This is history," he said, "two tribes bonded together by love. May Eywa bless my son and his union."

Mo'at stepped forward and took hold of our hands, murmuring a prayer to Eywa as the tribe sang.

I looked over at Lo'ak and our eyes locked. He could tell I was nervous and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

The ceremony was finally over, and Lo’ak led me to Eywa knows where. I didn't say anything, just followed, watching as his braids swayed with every step he took. His steps halted, and I looked up at the beautiful glowing tree that stood before us, lighting up everything around us. I watched as the atokirina floated around us.

I held my hand out as one floated near me, landing right in my palm, causing me to giggle. "Look, Lo’ak," I said, looking up at him, seeing that he was already looking at me, a smile on his face. "This is Utraya Mokri, Tree of Voices." He told me

"It's beautiful,"

He grabbed my hand, sitting me down in front of him. He slowly brought his queue bringing it in front of him. I did the same, holding it up, a small smile on my face as I watched the tendrils dance. We slowly brought them together.

As they entangled together, I closed my eyes before opening them, pupils blown at the new sensation.

Lo’ak and I were now one.

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I Will Always Be Yours

Part five

Series masterlist

Warnings: smut. duh. Uhhhh fluffff fluff flufffff. Breeding kink. I don't wanna spoil anything soooo imma cut it short babesss

The entire clan has gathered today, everyone wearing bright clothes, shiny beads, gorgeous accessories. But you don't really focus on any of those. You can only look at Jake as he stands before you, blue skin painted in soft hues of white and green and red, matching your own painted skin.

Neytiri stands before you, grinning. “The Great Mother has blessed us all with Toruk Macto,” she says, voice echoing through the Hometree. “He brought salvation and freedom from the Sky People. And now, Eywa has blessed you, Jakesully, with Leyeleu. A mate for you to love and cherish, help and care for until the end of your days.” She smiles as she turns to you. “And you, Leyeleu, have been blessed as well. With Toruk Macto as your mate to love and cherish, help and care for until the end of your days.”

She nods softly, and Jake intertwines his hands with yours, his entire face glowing, his eyes wide and full of love. He cannot believe his luck, cannot believe that you've chosen him. He can't believe how much he loves you.

Neytiri places her hands over yours and Jake's, smiling, as she says, “May the Great Mother bless you forever, bring prosperity and happiness to both of you in this holy union.” Small, happy tears roll down her face as she adds, “I truly wish the best for you both.”

You smile at Neytiri, tears forming in your own eyes, before you turn to Jake again.

“I See you,” he says, pulling you closer so you feel the heat that emanates from his body.

“I See you,” you reply, breathless, inching your face closer to his and pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Jake pulls you even closer and the clan people hoot and cheer, everyone sharing your happiness.

The celebration draws on into the night, the clan feasting and celebrating, dancing and singing, everyone overjoyed that the situation between your family has been resolved and that you and Jakesully have achieved a happy union.

And the people are so busy celebrating, that they don't even realize Jake slips you away, dragging you deep into the foliage, both of you laughing and smiling, occasionally stopping to make out while mostly headed in a general direction.

He takes you to your cave. He places his hands on your hips, kissing you, making you walk backwards as he leads you past the curtain of leaves.

His eyes are famished and wide, a small grin playing on his lips, and he kisses you, deep, slow, before guiding you to the ground, softly laying you on your back.

The moonlight seeps in through the curtain of leaves, gently illuminating your sacred space. Jake's on you in seconds, kissing your neck slowly, licking your jaw, his hands tugging at your loincloth before taking it off with ease and tossing it aside. You spread your legs, allowing one of his hands to wander between your thighs, finding your cunt and caressing between your folds, coercing little mewls from you.

You wrap your arms around Jake's neck and pull him to you, finding his mouth with yours, being gentle in the way you kiss him. He touches you, knows you don't need any preparation; you're wet enough. Still, he's adamant on making you come before he fucks you. Your pleasure is always his priority.

“Alright, baby, I'm gonna teach you something new, yeah?” he says, kissing the tip of your nose.

You nod softly. “Mmkay,” you reply, further spreading your legs, allowing Jake more access to your sopping cunt.

Jake sinks his ring and middle fingers into you, curling them up to rub against that spongey spot within you that makes you mewl and gasp. He then positions his thumb over your clit, rubbing gentle circles over it.

You whine, content, back arching as the pleasure courses through you, filling your body, making you dazed.

Jake just admires your face. He admires the way you look, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head, the pretty beaded top you wear that parts for your hardened nipples to peek through, the way the paint on your skin softly smudges with the evening dew and your sweat.

“That's good, isn't it, girl?” Jake hums, knowing full well how much you're loving it.

“Mhmm,” you reply, whimpering, rolling your hips into Jake's touch. “'s good.”

Jake's cock is throbbing under his loincloth, aching to feel your warm wetness, but he's determined to teach you this little trick first, and, more importantly, he knows you'll love it, so he's intent on ensuring your wedding night is one of the many amazing ones to come.

He can feel your slick drip down his knuckles, your chest heaving up and down, your pretty hair getting all tangled as you writhe on the ground.

“Talk t'me, babygirl,” Jake says. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Fuck me!” you beg, hips shuddering as he increases the pace of his fingers and the pressure on your clit. “Fuck me and call me yours. Please, Jake.”

Jake chuckles lowly. “You are mine, baby. You're mine and you always will be.” He kisses your shoulder, loving how you tremble at his touch. “Just like I am yours. Until time stops. I will always be yours.”

Fingers curling, he adds more pressure to that spot inside you, rubbing his thumb on your clit, making you see stars.

Jake can feel you clench around him, can sense the way your orgasm builds up. He continues his ministrations, focusing on every touch he bestows upon your body, ensuring he rubs all the right spots.

The pleasure is too much. The way it builds is too intense. You try to close your thighs, to stop Jake's movements and his brutal attack on your pussy.

“Jake, please,” you whine. “I-I can't!”

“Shh,” he coos softly. “Trust me, baby. You can do it. I know you can, girl.”

“No, no—Fuck!” you cry, body writhing, and Jake continues his pace.

And then you feel it. This odd, new sensation coursing through you, harsh and eviscerating in its intensity, and then your orgasm is right there, right on the edge, so close—

Your release hits you like a ton of bricks, and then you squirt, your slick gushing out of you to soak Jake's forearm along with your thighs, and you gasp, throwing your head back and shaking at the thick relief.

“Yeah, that's it,” Jake groans. “Goddamn, girl. And you said you couldn't do it,” he chuckles softly, riding out your orgasm before pulling his fingers out of you. He licks your arousal off his hand, his amber eyes growing famished as he removes his own loincloth.

“Fuck me,” you beg. “Please, Jake. I need you.”

Jake runs the thick head of his cock between your folds, teasing your entrance and rubbing your clit. He then reaches over his shoulder for his queue and holds it out to you. You offer yours in return, and your tendrils intertwine with his before he pushes into you.

You whine lowly, Jake groans, and then he's caging your body under his. You reach for him, placing a hand on the nape of his neck and pulling him down to you, kissing him as he begins thrusting into you.

He fucks you slow, soft, relishing in the sensation of your cunt around him, of your skin meeting his, of your mouth kissing him, of your pleasure through the bond.

Your eyes flutter shut, rolling into the back of your head as you arch your back, your hips gyrating against his, matching his thrusts. You can feel his lust, can feel how bad he wants and needs you, and it only arouses you more.

“I love you, baby,” Jake says, his lips ghosting yours so the words fall right against your mouth. “I love you. You're my perfect girl. My everything. I fuckin' love you so much.”

“I'm yours,” you echo, moaning gently. “I love you. I love you. I'm yours.”

Jake captures your mouth with his again, swallowing your sounds, his hips increasing their pace.

You dig your nails into his shoulders, scratching his back, rolling your body against Jake's. Your cunt is dripping down your thighs, wetting Jake's hips and balls as he fucks you. You can feel the warm, hot pleasure that builds in you, your cervix reveling in each brush that Jake's cock delivers.

You clench around him, making him groan and he bites your lower lip. You gasp quietly, a breathless moan escaping your mouth at the sensation.

“So sweet,” he hums, dragging his mouth to your neck, biting your skin, ensuring to leave little marks. “You're so fuckin' good. This pussy's so fuckin' perfect for me.”

“'s yours!” you cry. “My pussy's yours! I'm yours!”

“Yeah, you are,” he says against your neck. “You're my good girl, aren't you?”

“Mhmm!” you cry, nodding, as the pleasure coils in your womb, threatening to snap.

“And you're gonna let me fill y'up, right girl?”

“Yes!” you cry. “Oh, please, fill me up! Fill me with your cum!”

Jake hisses lowly as your pussy grows tighter, squeezing him, coercing his orgasm closer to the surface.

“'m gonna give you a baby, girl,” he grunts. “Is that what you want? To have my baby?”

You clench around him, gasping and shaking. “Please,” you whimper. “Please, please.”

“Yeah, y'wanna be a mommy, girl?” he asks, chuckling against your skin. “Y'want me to be a daddy? Hm?”

“Yes!” you cry, nodding desperately. “Yes, yes!”

Jake ruts into you, his entire head swimming with the idea of you pregnant with his baby. He can already imagine it, and the mere idea drives him insane.

“My girl,” he grunts, his hips rolling against yours, rubbing against your clit in the process. “My perfect fuckin' girl. The love of my life.”

You mewl, body writhing, your lips parted as moans escape them. “Jake, Jake, fuck!”

“I know,” he says. “I know it's good, baby. Hold on a little longer for me, yeah?”

You nod. “'nything for you,” you promise, legs trembling.

One of Jake's hands finds your thigh and pulls it over his waist, allowing him to sink deeper into you, rubbing your cervix and dragging his thick cock against that spongy spot inside you that he'd been abusing mere moments ago.

The pleasure is too much. It grips your every nerve, making you see stars, moans and gasps leaving you as your mind slowly melts into the ecstasy. You're not sure how much longer you can hold on, but you try.

You pull Jake's mouth to yours again, kissing him, sliding your tongue between his lips so it meets his own, and he smiles against you before gently grazing his sharp canines over your tongue.

You whimper, body jerking, back arching, legs trembling, and you manage to warn, “Jake-Jake, 's too good! Too good!"

“You wanna come for me again, baby?” he replies through gritted teeth as he tries to keep his mind steady through the haze of pleasure. “Wanna come for me so I can fill you up?”

“Yes!” you cry. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Jake captures your lips with his once more, biting your plump lower lip, tasting you, and then your orgasm hits you. It shatters you and any thoughts you had left. Your mind is blank, your entire body alight with pleasure, and you moan, “Jake! 's so good! Fuck!”

Jake feels your orgasm through tsaheylu and it pushes him to his own release. He grunts as his thrusts grow sloppy, ragged, and then his cock twitches inside of you, releasing his thick, warm load deep inside your cunt.

You shudder at the sensation, eyes rolling into the back of your head, and then Jake's kissing you again, his mouth now gentle and kind as it caresses yours.

Jake pulls out of you and is quick to spoon you, holding you against his chest, pressing the most delicate of kisses to your forehead.

“Fuck, I love you,” he says. “I love everything about you and I will never, ever, get enough of you.” He kisses your forehead and you curl into him, relishing in his scent, adoring the sensation of his cum inside of you. “I See you, girl,” he tells you. “I See all of you, and I love all of you.”

You kiss his chest, his neck, his jaw, before replying, “I love you, Jake.”

You two fall asleep in your cave, curled in each other's arms, together even in your dreams.

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The last few weeks have been a little odd lately. For you, at least. You feel all off, a little under the weather. On occasion, you're too tired to do much beyond just stay home, slugging around, exhausted by everything even though you've done nothing.

Worried, you go to Neytiri in hopes she can help you.

When you find her, she simply offers you a huge smile. “Leyeleu, what can I do for you, sister?”

“Tsahik, I feel sick,” you tell her.

Neytiri places her hands on your head, then on your cheeks, then on your shoulders.

“Is something wrong?” you question, nervous. If you're honest, you didn't tell Jake anything. You know he can tell something's wrong, and he's been fluttering around you, taking care of you, spending more time with you and neglecting his other responsibilities so you decided to pretend everything was fine. But you're truly worried, that's why you've come to Neytiri for help.

“Nothing is wrong, Leyeleu,” Neytiri replies. Her hands skim down your torso, finding your belly, then grazing over your womb. At this, her eyes light up, a smile forming on her lips. “You have been blessed by the Great Mother,” she tells you, her smile growing uncontrollably. “Leyeleu, you are with child.”

Your eyes widen, your mouth falls open and your heart skips several beats. “I—I'm what?”

“With child,” Neytiri replies. “Only a few weeks along. A wonderful, wonderful blessing, Leyeleu.”

You're still in shock. Surprised and just stunned into silence. And then, you feel happy tears forming on your eyes, heart racing. “With child,” you echo, the word sending excitement through you.

Neytiri nods. “With child.” she grins. “Go to Jakesully. Tell him of this. It is a wonderful blessing, sister.”

Jake is busy, you know. Busy with whatever manners the rest of the clan needs his help with. And you don't want to interrupt.

So you wait until nightfall. And you're nervously rushing around, fidgeting, waiting for Jake to come back. And when he does and he walks into your shared canopy, he can immediately tell something's up.

You're nervous, ears folded back, tail swishing uneasily.

Jake grabs you in his arms and kisses you, slow and soft, tender, and he feels you're anxious.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

You nod, hands trembling as they hold onto his forearms. “I'm good. I, uh, I went to see Neytiri today, because I thought I might be sick.”

Jake watches you carefully. “And what did she say?”

“That I'm not sick,” you reply, trailing off and biting the inside of your cheek.

Jake can almost sense your unfinished sentence. “But?” he asks, inviting you to continue.

You take a deep breath. “I'm not sick, but-but I've been...blessed.”

Jake frowns, confused. “Blessed? In what way?”

You take a deep breath for courage. “Blessed in the way that I-I'm with child.”

Jake freezes where he stands, just for a split second, just until he processes your words, and then he just smiles, laughs, shocked and delighted. “You—really?” You nod. Jake chuckles. “Oh, my fucking God! Baby, that's incredible!” he exclaims, placing his hands on your hips and picking you up.

You laugh, somewhat nervous still, as you place your hands on Jake's shoulders to keep yourself upright. Jake's mouth finds your neck and he kisses you there, murmuring, over and over, “I love you. So much. This is amazing.”

And then he just pulls away from you, his eyes wide, pupils blown, and says, “I'm going to be a father.”

You smile at him. “You are. And I'm going to be a mother.”

And Jake's face is glowing, his entire being just shining with happiness. And then he's kissing you, his lips warm and soft on yours, and then he slowly lowers you to the ground, climbing on top of you, his love and joy turning into passion, your own excitement turning into soft desire.

“I love you so bad,” Jake hums, his lips brushing yours. “I'm so fucking happy to have you, girl. And the fact that you're having my baby...” His eyes lock on yours, and he smirks as he kisses down your neck, crawling lower to your chest, and then he kisses over your womb. He affectionately rubs his cheek against the soft skin there, and he can barely wait for the moment your baby is born.

He then moves lower, pushing your legs apart, taking your loincloth off and setting it aside. He inhales the sweet scent of your pussy, before diving right in. He licks you all the way from your entrance to your clit, making you shudder, before he sucks on the needy nub that pulses against his tongue.

You whine lowly, muscles growing taut at the pleasure. “Jake,” you start.

“Shh, lemme take care of you, pretty girl,” he says softly. “Let me show you how crazy it drives me that you've got my baby inside.”

Jake takes his time with you, using his mouth to work you up slow, making your entire body tremble with pleasure, his tongue expertly exploring your pussy, knowing exactly what you like.

You hold onto his head, not so much guiding him as just tangling a hand in his hair to feel him. You like the way Jake's head bobs as he fucks you with his tongue, the way you can feel him nuzzling his face into your cunt, the way he's just so fucking good at this.

Jake slides two fingers into you, focusing his tongue on your clit and curling his fingers, finding that spongey spot with too much ease.

“Mm!” you gasp, back arching, your thighs pressing against the sides of his head. “Just like that.”

Jake chuckles against you, sending vibrations up your body, making you mewl, your nails digging into his scalp, fingers tugging at his hair.

Your slick is dripping down his chin, his lips glossy from it, his nose also smudged in your arousal. He can feel how it drips down to his neck, and it drives him insane. You're so sweet, your earthy scent invading his senses, making his brain a mush of lust and love and passion and you—you're all he can think about, ever.

Your back is arching off the floor as your pleasure gathers low in your stomach, almost like a fire that slowly warms the rest of your body to boiling point. Your toes point, your muscles tense, and you gasp, “Fuck, Jake! Y're so good! Fuck!”

Jake would probably never admit it, but he's a sucker for praise. He loves it when you tell him he's doing well, loves that you enjoy what he does to you.

His cock is painfully hard, and he starts rutting his hips against the floor, his mouth sucking on your puffy clit, his fingers scissoring inside of you, preparing you for his cock.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your body shaking, as you beg him to keep going.

And Jake doesn't plan on ever stopping. He'd eat you out for the rest of his life if he could. He'd never step out of your house, never wander into the forest, never be somewhere that wasn't with his head between your thighs, or his cock inside you. He's drunk on you, obsessed, he'll never be able to let you go.

He's the luckiest man alive because he has you.

“Jake,” you moan. “Jake, I need to—fuck, please!”

“I'll make you come, don't you worry 'bout it, baby,” he says against your clit. “I'll make you come in my mouth and then on my cock, yeah?”

“Yes,” you reply, desperate. “Please, yes!”

Jake's gentle curl of his fingers combined with the eager flicks of his tongue have you on the edge, your pleasure growing taut inside of you, making your entire body quiver with ecstasy.

As your orgasm approaches, you can tell it's similar to the one you had before, that odd, overwhelming sensation overcoming you. You try to warn Jake, try to formulate words, but you can't manage anything beyond whimpers and mewls, and suddenly you're over the edge. Your orgasm comes crashing down, shaking you from head to toe, and your slick squirts out of you, soaking Jake's face and his fingers as you gasp, your back arching, and you can see stars behind your eyelids.

“Fuck!” you gasp, and Jake chuckles, removing his mouth from your cunt, slowly easing you down from your high and then pulling his fingers out of you. He licks them clean and then wipes his face, grinning at you.

“I fuckin' love that,” he says. “I fuckin' love you.” He cages your body under his, kissing your mouth, and you can taste yourself on his lips.

You reach between your bodies to undo Jake's loincloth. He aids you with it and you toss the item aside, one of your hands finding his cock, caressing the thick head before you run it up and down your folds.

Jake hisses lowly, his ears folding back, and you whisper, “Fuck me, Jake. Please, fuck me. I want you so bad.”

Jake pushes into you gently, basking in the sensation of your tight gummy walls around him. His hips meet yours and he groans as you throw your head back, mewling quietly.

You reach for your braid and offer it to Jake. He smiles lovingly as he reaches for his own queue. As the tendrils meet and connect, he kisses the tip of your nose, making you giggle softly.

Jake's thrusts are soft, measured, an intimate, gentle gesture, a wordless I love you. It makes your heart melt. You can't believe you've found love this amazing, this breathtaking. Jake is truly the love of your life; no one but him could make you this happy. And now you're withchild with his baby. You're his, he's yours, and the little person growing within you is a product of your blessed love.

Jake kisses your neck softly, groaning against your skin as the pleasure fills his veins. “Love you so much, girl.”

“I love you,” you reply, hips bucking up to meet his. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. You can feel him through tsaheylu, can feel his racing heart and that warmness that spreads through him—that warmness that you know is love because you feel it within your own chest.

Jake is so careful with how he fucks you, ensuring to make you writhe and shudder with every thrust, ensuring that you're enjoying it, ensuring that you understand this is so much more than just a physical connection.

He can feel you, the way your heart beats, the way your soul reaches for him.

And you're undoubtedly in love. You know that's what it is. The way Jake's body just seems to fit with yours, like he was made for you, like you were made for him...your eyes brim over with soft, happy tears.

Jake can feel your joy, so he knows you're not crying because something is wrong. And the sight of your delight makes him melt, a soft buzz growing within him as he presses his lips to yours, softly whispering into the kiss, “I don't know what I would ever do without you, baby.”

You sniffle quietly, relishing in the peace that comes from the connection between you two. Your life is complete. You know it is. You have Jake, someone who loves you, someone you love, someone you don't feel is tying you down. And now a baby...another member to your happy family. You can't thank Eywa enough for this, for all the gifts she's bestowed you.

Jake's mind isn't far from yours. He cannot believe what his life would've been like if he'd stayed on earth. He wonders...would he know something was missing from his life? If he'd never come to Pandora, would something within him tell him he was missing this? Missing you with your gorgeous eyes and your perfect laugh and your kind heart and your witty mind? Would he have died without realizing that the better half of his soul was out there, on a different planet?

Would he have ever been happy if he hadn't found you?

And he knows the answer: no. He would've never been happy, never been truly at peace. He would've been void, his life empty without you and without the child growing within you. He would've never found a life worth living if he hadn't come to Pandora. And he thanks his lucky stars, thanks Eywa, thanks the universe for allowing him to find you.

You, his home, his life, his everything.

You're still crying softly as the pleasure increases, Jake's gentle thrusts making you moan through the tears, the feeling of his pleasure through the bond making your back arch.

And Jake kisses your neck, your jaw, the spark within him turning into a fire that ravages whatever thoughts he had left. He can feel your orgasm growing in you, gathering low within your stomach, and he shudders.

“Jake,” you gasp, legs starting to tremble, nails digging into his back. “Jake.”

“I know, baby,” Jake replies, kissing your cheeks which are wet with your salty tears. “I know. 's okay. Come for me, yeah? You're doing so well, girl. Surely you can give me one more, hm?”

You nod. “Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, one more.”

The pleasure within you is overwhelming, your every nerve basking in the sensation of love, of pleasure, of overpowering happiness.

And then your orgasm bursts free, making your body thrash under Jake, making you moan and mewl, back arching and hips jerking.

Jake groans as he feels your pleasure through tsaheylu, as your orgasm hits him and pushes him to his own release. He comes inside you, the thrusts of his hips growing sloppy as his load spills inside you, filling your puffy cunt.

You shudder under him, and he gasps out, “Goddamn.”

And then he's immediately on you again, kissing your lips, caressing your face, licking away your tears. And you smile into his kiss, feeling the warmth of his love spreading through his chest, making its way to your soul.

“I love you so bad,” Jake says. “I'll always love you.”

“And I'll always love you,” you tell him.

“You're my forever, girl. Without you, there's nothing for me,” he whispers, and you wrap your arms around him, embracing him, allowing him to nestle his face into your chest. And you two just stay there, loving each other, until Jake pulls out of you and kisses your womb, talking to the baby. And then he's talking about baby names, and which ones would suit your child, and which ones he prefers, and asking you which ones you like.

And all you can do is lie there, propped up on your elbows, listen to him rant about the baby, watching his eyes glow with excitement as you thank Eywa that she sent this wonderful, amazing, perfect man to you.

Thanking her for leading you to happiness.

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