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Quaritch helping Spider re-apply his stripes. That’s it that’s the prompt 💖
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💙 Stripes 💙
“Hey! Hands off.”
Spider looked up conspicuously from where he’d been attempting to open the drawstring of Wainfleet’s pack. He held his hands up in a sign of surrender, an air of annoyance settling heavily on his shoulders.
“The hell?” Quaritch’s second in command complained across the clearing. “Since when are you allowed to go through our shit?”
Spider scowled. It wasn’t like he was up to no good. He wasn’t searching for weapons or anything like that.
Quaritch looked over from where he’d been standing sentry on the outskirts of the camp, rifle in hand.
“What are you after anyway?”
“Your mom.”
Quaritch jerked his chin at Wainfleet, his highly trained ears picking up the accusatory tone in Spider’s voice. He strode over. “What are you up to, kid?”
Spider tried to repress his irritation. It was none of their business, for Eywa’s sake. Where was the trust? “Have you got a bowl?”
Quaritch’s recombinant eyebrows rose an inch higher up his brow, while Wainfleet’s eyes narrowed. “A bowl?” he repeated.
Spider nodded.
“Now what do you want a bowl for?”
He had to roll his eyes. He couldn’t help it. He hated having to explain every little thing to them. Unlike with Wainfleet, he chose not to take the piss. “To grind yovo berries in, if you gotta know.”
He stared at Quaritch, who seemed to be assessing him.
“Is that a good enough reason?”
Quaritch looked from Spider’s angry expression, over to the pile of berries he’d collected, and finally back to the fading blue stripes on Spider’s arms and chest. He pursed his lips and Spider wondered if he was putting two and two together.
“Lyle, grab a tin.”
Wainfleet mumbled mutinously as he got up from his position resting against a tree trunk. Spider didn’t know if Quaritch had realised what he was up to, but he was grateful - and surprised - that he had decided to help.
Spider smiled sarcastically as he caught the recom-sized camping bowl that Wainfleet threw in his direction. “Thanks so much.”
“Anything to help my favourite feral man-child,” Wainfleet replied with an equal amount of sarcasm as Quaritch returned back to standing guard.
“I’m the only feral man-child here.”
“Precisely,” muttered Wainfleet darkly.
Spider flipped him off. He retreated back to his pile of berries and scooped them into the tin. Then, he left Wainfleet dozing against the tree and wandered over to the nearest bladder polyp, plucking it carefully at its root to preserve the juice inside. He was still missing a few of the other ingredients to maximise the dye, but he was working with what he had. Returning to the tin of berries, he stuck his tongue between his teeth as he squeezed the sap from out of the polyp, adding it to the fruit.
He had been away from home for what must be two weeks by now, and his stripes had started to fade a few days back. He’d noticed it almost immediately, and without their colour staining his skin he felt like a different person. They’d unintentionally become his trademark. However, it was about more than just retaining his identity whilst stuck playing House with the enemy. The marks gave him confidence and reminded him that he had something to go back to after this was all over - people who would miss him. Without them, he felt physically different too. Almost colder, even. Like they provided a protection he didn’t know he’d been carrying. He knew it was stupid, but deep down he sometimes wondered if Eywa would still be able to recognise him. She’d looked out for him his whole life, Spider believed that. Ever since he was small. Too small to be outside in an environment that wasn’t created for him. She had protected him - there was no other explanation. And now, he was losing his only connection he had left with her.
He picked up a wide stick that he’d found earlier, perfectly sized for grinding, and began to mash the fruit. When it was a decent consistency (he had to return for another polyp) he dipped his middle finger in and slowly began to layer the mixture over the stripes on his legs. Small, narrow strokes that mimicked the natural patterns of the Na’vi. It had taken him years to perfect, spending hours with Kiri trying to get it right. He remembered back when he first started doing this. He must have been about seven, and had decided to just rub the blue fruit over himself in lines. It looked ridiculous. Everyone either laughed or pitied him.
The only person who didn’t was Kiri.
His heart lurched as he realised how much he missed her.
Thankfully, a scoff pulled him from his thoughts. He spun around ready to snap at Wainfleet, already on the defensive, only to find the recom watching him with amusement, not malice.
“That’s real cute, kid.”
“Er… thanks,” Spider replied, not believing Wainfleet for one moment.
“Where did you learn that?” For some reason, he seemed genuinely interested.
Spider shrugged. “I dunno. I just sort of experimented until I got it right. It’s missing the tstxa'a juice and Spartan flowers, but times are desperate.” He said it jovially, but he didn’t miss how Wainfleet’s ears flicked back when he mentioned his captivity.
“You made it up yourself?” He made a low whistle. “You could have been a right little scientist if you were born on Earth.”
The thought made Spider physically cringe.
“Aw, come on! Did you never wonder what your life would have been like if you were raised on your actual home planet?”
“Nope,” he replied. He could answer with absolute certainty.
Wainfeet frowned disbelievingly. “Never?”
“That place isn’t my home. I don’t belong there any more than I belong on Naranawm, or anywhere else. Eywa'eveng is my home.”
“But you must have been curious?”
Spider paused circling his thigh with the paint. “Would you be curious? If the planet was dying and it was thanks to your race that did it?”
Wainfleet pulled a contemplative face. “I think so, yeah.”
“Yeah, well… Are you honestly telling me it’s that great?”
Wainfleet’s shoulders sagged infinitesimally, though he kept up a good show of bravado. “I guess not. But at least it has decent hot dogs.”
Spider couldn’t imagine why warm canines were of any benefit to him, and he didn’t care to ask. He returned to painting his skin. His ankles and calves had pretty much dried off by now, so he gently brushed off the powdery excess and decided to tackle his left arm.
After about thirty minutes, Quaritch swapped out with Mansk for guard duty, and of course came strolling over to Spider.
“What are you up to?” His eyes widened curiously when he saw Spider with the tin of paint.
Spider was currently struggling to apply the dye far enough over his right shoulder. He hadn’t yet thought of a plan about how to do his back. “Nothing,” he replied bluntly.
Unfortunately, Quaritch ignored the blatant hint and crouched down beside him, watching him work.
“The cavalry's arrived, kid.” Wainfleet looked relieved as he sat up from his nap. “For a while I was worried he’d ask me to help him.”
Spider grit his teeth. As if he’d sink that low.
Quaritch watched him thoughtfully, which Spider hated. He wasn’t used to being studied so hard, especially not by someone as physically intimidating as Miles Quaritch. “Do you want a hand?”
“Yeah… I think I’m good, thanks.”
Quaritch just looked amused and slightly baffled. “Right.” He paused. “And how exactly do you plan on doing your back?”
It was an uncomfortable question - one that made Spider put down his tin of dye and stop trying to reach some unreachable area. “I’ll manage,” he growled.
He finally looked at Quaritch, who held his gaze. He didn’t know what the man was waiting for, but he found out when the tin was snatched from his hands and he was nudged gently forwards so he fell onto his hands. “What are you doing?” he exclaimed indignantly.
Quaritch shuffled victoriously behind him, tin in hand and appraising the faint marks on his son’s back. “Lending a hand,” he explained condescendingly. “You do want your back done, don’t you?”
For a moment, Spider was tempted to say no, he didn’t. But as soon as the words bubbled to his mouth, they died on his tongue. He did want his back done, and for that to happen he knew he’d have to accept some form of help. He looked behind him to see that Quaritch was smirking, and he bristled. He knew Quaritch was enjoying this. But he didn’t hate it enough to draw a line.
“Just… go over the marks that are already there.”
“You got it, tiger.”
“And don’t go over the lines.”
“Okay.”
Spider waited in anticipation to feel Quaritch’s touch. Just before he felt a finger brush against him, he blurted out again.
“Just a thin layer. The dye’s strong.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Eywa,” he cursed under his breath, in disbelief that he was letting this happen. The only person he ever asked to help him was Kiri. This felt wrong, like a violation of something special that only the two of them did.
Times are desperate, he thought to himself.
He was able to stop himself from flinching away when Quaritch gripped his shoulder, and with the other hand began to trace the intricate markings that had become so important to him.
It felt wrong. But he didn’t shake the man away either. It was a sensation he needed to get used to - Quaritch’s fingers were larger and more calloused than Kiri’s, but he applied the dye with just the same level of care. It surprised Spider how gently the recom went. How slow and careful his strokes were.
Eywa, he missed the sensation. If he closed his eyes and didn’t think too hard, he could almost imagine he was back home at High Camp with Kiri, and everything was back to the way it should be. His back muscles slowly started to relax, and both were quiet for a while.
“So who normally helps you?” Quaritch broke the silence.
“Kiri,” Spider answered without realising.
“And who’s that?”
“She’s just my friend,” he answered truthfully. He didn’t like to talk about her with Quaritch.
“Is that the five fingered one?” Quaritch asked from behind. Spider imagined understanding dawning on the recom’s face as he remembered their initial encounter.
“The one you were going to hurt? Yep.”
An awkwardness hung in the air around them. It surrounded the pair, making neither sure what to say next. Quaritch’s finger dipped back into the dye and continued to trace Spider’s skin lightly.
“We’re not out to hurt people, you know that right? We just got a mission to complete.”
“Sounds about right. I wonder if Hitler thought the same.”
Quaritch pulled away, using the hand that wasn’t coated in paint to twist Spider around to face him. “Are you serious?”
“What?” Spider challenged.
“Hitler, really?”
The fury in Quaritch’s eyes was matched only by another expression that wasn’t so easily placed. After a moment of staring at him, Spider finally realised what it was - hurt.
A flicker of doubt flared in Spider’s chest. Had he just said something wrong? He tried to remember everything Norm had told him about that particular war in Earth’s history. He was fairly sure he remembered right. It was a genocide.
“You’re young. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Quaritch decided, spinning Spider around a little more forcefully than before, and returning to the stripes. “Never compare me to scum like that again.”
“Sorry,” Spider mumbled sarcastically. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was apologising for.
Just as he thought silence had returned to the pair, Quaritch started up again. “Hitler was an evil piece of shit pretending to be a human being.”
“The parallels continue,” Spider muttered before he could stop himself.
“Jesus Christ, Miles!” Spider was once again surprised at the outrage in the Colonel’s voice. “I know what you think of me. I know I’m playing for a different team than you. But I ain’t no genocidal maniac.”
You killed women and babies when you destroyed Hometree. You didn’t care that the clan would be decimated. You’re a war criminal. This time, he bit his tongue.
As if reading his thoughts, Quaritch continued. “Miles Quaritch… that’s a different ballgame. But I’m not that man.”
Spider didn’t reply.
“You hear me? Spider?”
He didn’t know how much he agreed with the morally ambiguous statement, but he backed down anyway. “Okay…”
For some unbeknownst reason, he felt himself feeling… bad. Which only confused him further. Now he was feeling guilty over upsetting the man’s feelings? Well, no. That wasn’t exactly true. But he was more confused than ever. Clearly, Quaritch believed he was a new person. A fresh start. But did Spider? Could he afford this version of his father a second chance? He didn’t know that he could.
But it didn’t matter anyway because even if the recombinant version of Quaritch was completely separated morally and ethically from the original, this version still had crimes to answer for. The first and most major of which being colonising, although it was closely followed by kidnapping, Spider thought bitterly.
A few long moments passed, and Spider started to suspect that Quaritch was using the time to calm down rather than because he needed more time to finish the stripes.
“This is a piece of piss,” Quaritch finally broke the silence.
Immediately, Spider tried to pull away dubiously, but Quaritch’s large hand kept him in place.
“Relax, I just mean it’s easy.”
“Are you going over the lines?” Spider demanded. He wasn’t going to sit here if Quaritch was just going to fuck it up and make it look stupid.
“No. It looks great.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Trust me. Lyle! Come here and vouch for me…”
Wainfleet groaned, but dutifully set his holotablet aside and came around Spider’s back. “Shit, Colonel, that ain’t half bad.”
“See, what did I tell you?”
“Hey Z! Come over here!”
Spider groaned. The last thing he wanted was for the whole squad to be party to the humiliating experience.
Zdinarsk approached with similar disdain to Wainfleet at first, but quickly recovered when she smirked her approval at the Colonel’s artistic licence.
“Are you done yet?” he asked.
“Yep, all finished!”
“Right. Can I see?” He wasn’t about to take Quaritch and the recoms’ word for it.
Quaritch humoured him by pulling out his holotablet and taking a photo, handing it to Spider. Amazingly, it didn’t look half as shit as Spider had been expecting. The patterns danced across his skin in a decent impression of the Na’vi’s, just as he remembered. He felt far more like himself.
“Not bad,” he sniffed.
“That all I get?”
“I’m not thanking you. I never asked you, remember?”
Wainfleet chuckled and Zdinarsk wolf whistled Spider’s boldness.
“I mean, that’s true,” Wainfleet helpfully supported.
Quaritch’s tail swished behind him as he stood. “Fine. But don’t come running to me when they start to fade again.”
The brief joy at having his stripes back died in Spider’s chest. It would take them another couple of weeks to fade. He wouldn’t still be here then, would he?
Quaritch brushed the dirt from his pant leg, swinging his rifle back over his shoulder. He turned to the rest of the camp and announced his next order in a voice stronger than steel. “Start packing. We move in five.”
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• TEACH ME •
pairing: jake sully x reader (na’vi, they/them)
summary: you want to make jake feel as good as he made you feel…
request: by anonymous; hi! um please do a part 2 for "yes, ma'jake" ✨ please ✨
warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; avatar 2009 spoilers, smuttitty, oral (m receiving), inexperienced giver, lack of proof reading (sworry), sub/dom dynamics explored, etc.
word count: ~1.6k
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note: yummy, my favorite kinda smut! ✨ hope y’all agree!
Jake’s hands rest beside either side of your face. You peer into those ember eyes. Your chest still rising and dropping quickly after the incredible spark of pleasure you just experienced. You watch as his eyes rake over your face. A smile slowly forming, starting at his right cheek.
“I think you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmurs out with a chuckle. “And I’ve seen so much beauty on Pandora.” You can’t help but blush. Your heart beating faster than it ever has. “I see you, Ma’Jake,” you whisper as your hand cups his cheek. “I see you, y/n,” he coos.
Your other hand is wrapped around his devilish waist. Slowly, your hand travels to his front. It slides over the smooth skin of his hip, stomach, and abs. His eyes shine with excitement as he watches over you with increasing curiosity. You bite your lip, knowing exactly where your hand is leading.
You gradually bring your hand to the place where Jake’s hip and leg meet. You watch as his breathing quickens. A smirk pulls across your face, as your fingers fall underneath his loincloth. Your fingers brush against tight curls, until they hit a hardened force. Finally, those eyes of his close. You trace closer and closer to your intended location.
With a slow movement, you raise up to kiss him softly. You whisper against his lips, “I want to make you feel as good as I do right now.” He lets out a gasped chuckle. His head shakes as his eyes open to see you. “Yes, please,” he murmurs with a slight grin. You lick your lips as your other hand presses against his chest. You continue to push him where his back falls gently against the mineralized dirt. His shoulders and neck supported up against a rock beside one of the tree of souls.
You crawl over his body. Your legs resting between his own. His hardened self pressing against your stomach. “Teach me,” you instruct. Your eyelashes fluttering as you seduce Jake Sully. He loses his breath as he watches you hover over his heated skin. “Teach you?” he asks in excited disbelief. “Teach me how to make you…” you trail off as you smile. Your hand covering over your mouth in innocent embarrassment.
Jake’s beaming smile gives you all the comfort you could ever need. “You can take them off,” he whispers as he nods down to his lower half. You follow his eye line and fall upon his cloth. You hook your fingers upon his waistline and pull down. As quick as you pulled, his appendage releases and smacks against his lower stomach. You watch in awe as it’s thick veined self made your mouth salivate.
He watches you, looking for any signs of worry. He is more than pleased to see you adjust your seat, excited for his girth. “What do you want to do with it, love?” he asks as he pins his arm behind his head. His other hand beginning to hold the base of his cock. Your eyes flick up towards him. You feel all the blood rush between your legs as your mouth falls open. “I want it,” you whisper.
Jake releases a sharp breath as his arm now reaches towards your face. “Where?” he says as his thumb traces over your lips. Your heart pounds, loud enough that you can hear it in your ears. His thumb pulls against your lip. “My mouth,” you murmur. He bites his lip. His hand travels to the back of your head. His fingers begin to intertwine with your hair. “You can if you want to,” he whispers. His mouth slowly opens. His tongue floating the the roof.
You begin to lower yourself onto him. Your eyes still stuck on his. You swear goosebumps rush through both of your bodies, as you slightly adjust your stance. Your hands now rest heavily against the tops of his thighs. As you draw closer, your eyes switch to the head of his cock. You lick your lips as you hover above it. He removes his hand from behind his head. He lightly guides one of your hands to hold the base of his veined appendage. He gasps at your touch and wiggles underneath your body. “This will help you keep it still,” he struggles to get out.
You smile. “Thank you,” you murmur. Your grip immediately tightens against Jake’s thickness. He lets out a quick breath. His eyes never leaving you. Your tongue brushes against his tip. You feel salt as you begin to circle around the head. “Y/n, yeah just like that,” he moans as squirms under you. He slightly thrusts into your mouth as he does. You enjoy the sensation of him against your tongue, lightly filling the space within your mouth.
You close your lips around the appendage and slowly take a bit more into your mouth. He lets out a deep, gut-wrenching moan as he struggles to keep his hips still. Your ears flatten. Your eyes raise to see the strongest man you know now vulnerable beneath you. Toruk Makto. You were the only person to have that control over him. And. You. Liked. It.
Your tongue flutters against his head. The groans he makes leave your face hot and flush. Following your instincts, you take even more. You feel his firm self bobbing against the inside of your cheek. Between heavy breaths, his hand falls upon yours at the base. He guides your hand up and down his shaft, never going past it’s middle. He prompts your wrist to twist as you come back down. Once you have a good rhythm, his hand becomes weak and lets go. “That’s good, baby,” he mumbles. “Don’t stop.”
Jake’s eyebrows wince together. Almost as though he was in pain, but you knew he wasn’t. You continue going up and down as you suck your tongue against his tip. You feel a prominent vein traveling up his cock. You gently massage it with your thumb. With that, he lets out a whimper. His eyes still closed, but now the grip behind your head was getting tighter.
He pulls you closer onto him. You dig deeper, wanting more and more of him. You try your best not to gag, but when you do, you squeeze against his base. You pull up off of him. Saliva strings trailing from your lips to his cock. As you wipe away the spit from your mouth, you catch him staring at you with absolute adoration. “You’re a quick learner,” he says with a weak laugh. You smile as you slowly lower your head. “You’re a good teacher,” you mumble before you slide his cock between your legs.
Jake releases another sweet moan as his head floats back onto the rock. His thumb rubbing against your scalp as you bob up and down on his cock. “More, baby girl,” he whimpers. “Please.” With a smile, you take in as much as you can. A gag here and there but you swear you can feel his curls at the tip of your nose. Your eyes are closed shut as tears form at their edges. “How do you like my cock down your throat?” he asks. His hand pushing down against the base of your skull.
You mumble against his cock. A pulse begins to rock your world between your legs. You were ready for another round. Making him moan is your new favorite thing. You continue bobbing, as tears shoot down your cheeks. You take a breath of air and immediately trace your tongue down his shaft. You move along to his balls, cradling them in your mouth gently. “Fuck,” he seethes out through gritted teeth as he peers down at you.
Suddenly, Jake grabs hold of your hair and queue. His grip tight, enough to make you wince, but you didn’t mind. He pushes you deeper onto his cock. He fills up your entire mouth, your throat. “Take it, baby,” he whispers. Your hands brace for impact against the tops of his thighs. He begins to thrust harshly against the back of your throat. He loves to hear the sound of where your mouth connects with his cock. “Take all of it.”
You hear his moans become lighter, shakier. His grip against your hair tightens and releases on repeat. You look up to him to see his eyes closed, his mouth ajar. His lips barely covering his fangs as his tongue is restless in his mouth. “Shit,” he mumbles. “Shit, I’m going to cum.” You pull away from his grasp and choke on his cock, taking everything in for these last few moments. You begin to feel him twitch in your mouth as his entire body tightens below you.
Jake’s moans ring through Ewya’s forest. His pleasure-filled groans slightly come out as hisses as he cums harshly against your throat. He continues to thrust past your lips until every last drop is resting on your tongue. You fall back into your hands as you rest between his legs. He continues breathing heavily against the rock. His eyes, those devilish, watching you. The side of his lip begins to snarl as he watches you with animalistic eyes. You swear this must be the gaze between predator and prey.
Quickly, his hand tucks against the side of your face as he bites into a kiss. You feel his sharp teeth dig against your lips. A slight taste of metal appears. Your tongues clash against each other as his hand presses tightly against your neck. He pulls away sharply, but leaves his lips a few inches from your face. His thumb and index finger tight against each side of your throat.
“Turn around. Get on all fours, like the good mate you are.”
note: the whole time i’m thinking “sorry ewya,” but i also don’t blame the great mother for wanting to peep on all the mating 😈
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Little Gift Masterlist
Pairing: Dark Adult Neteyam x Fem Human Reader
Summary: The RDA are forced to negotiate with a certain Olo'eyktan. Luckily, there is only one thing he wants.
PARTS
Introduction
Scramble
Feast
Tremble
More parts coming soon
Please remember to read the warnings at the beginning of each part
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𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐦
𝙽𝚎𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
Family album: Jake, Neytiri, Neteyam, Kiri, Lo’ak, Tuk, Spider
🌳🌳🌳🌳
🌿you’re a definite mamas girl
🌿when your sad, mad, feeling antisocial, bored, excited, or tired you’re glued to her side.
🌿your mama is your comfort and though you like being around lots of people at the end of the day and about 65% of the time you just want to be with Neytiri
🌿18 but you still call her “mama”
🌿Neytiri loves talking about her ancestors and being the one to teach you about Navi things.
🌿more when you were younger but Neytiri will get super protective of you . She didn’t like when anyone else held you as a baby which is the reason you now constantly want to be around her. Neytiri just wanted to hold you all the time.
🌿strict with her discipline with you especially. And especially if you’ve done something against your siblings (in a dangerous context) this is because she trusts you so much that it’s upsetting when you let them down. She sees herself in you and wants you to live up to your potential.
🌿Neytiri does your hair and is slightly offended when she sees you have done it yourself or someone else has done it (let’s it slide if Jake does it). She often sings to you when doing it. Doing your hair is her way of showing you, your still her little baby.
🌿your fierce nature is from your mother as well as your emotional and tender side
🌿you definitely find yourself trying to be like Neytiri as much as possible
🌿you can talk to her about most everything, probably more than your father but he’s trying. She’s great at breaking up squabbles with you and your siblings
🌿always wanted a little girl so when you were born she was so happy
🌿you love to help her cook and you guys will talk about the happenings of the village
🌿like Jake, she calls you yuey’ite or Ma’
🌿I see you Yuey’ite
Neyeams is next!! Requests are open I’ll also do some romantic interest imagines of course!🌺🌺 xoxoxo
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Falling For Him
Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader
Warnings: Reader has traumatic past, Death, Depression, Anxiety, Some Angst, Some Fluff, Reader has Thanatophobia (Fear of losing someone), Weapons, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot anything)
Summary: Y/N biggest fear is losing someone she love or cares about. So when the Sully family comes Y/N immediately connects with the eldest Sully child, Neteyam. She knows that she’s falling for him but that fear of losing him is holding her back.
Word Count: 1,396
Author’s Note: My first Neteyam story is finally here! Sorry for the long wait!! Sorry that this is short. I’m just getting back into writing so my first couple of stories will probably be shorter than usual. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and don’t be shy to let me know what you all think!
Y/N at just fifteen years old has a heartbreaking life. Y/N is Na’vi and was born into the Metkayina clan. For the first five years of her life, Y/N had a life just like every Metkayina kid. That’s until a tragedy changed her whole life forever. Her parents died in a fire when she was just five years old. Their Marius had caught fire killing both of her parents. Y/N’s father was the one that got her out of their home. When her father went back in to go get save her mother their Marius collapsed. No one knows how the Marius caught fire but Y/N still has hope that some day she’ll know what exactly happened.
After the loss, Y/N was adopted by Ronal and Tonowari who are the Tsahík and Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina clan. Y/N fit in well with their family. She grew extremely close with Tsireya.
When the Sully family came Y/N helped Tsireya and her brothers show the Sully kids the Metkayina ways and culture. While Tsireya helped Lo’ak and A’onung and Rotxo helped Kiri and Tuk, Y/N helped Neteyam who is the eldest child of the Sully’s.
When Y/N’s blue eyes first met Neteyam’s yellow eyes she felt something go through her body that she has never felt before. When she was showing him how to connect and ride an ilu every time their hands would brush up against one another’s Y/N would feel her heart race.
These new feelings have been terrifying for Y/N. After losing her parents at such a young age her biggest fear is losing someone else that she loves and cares for. That’s why the only Na’vi she has a close bond with is Tsireya. She’s the Na’vi she truly trusts. Neteyam has been nothing but kind to Y/N and she does feel like she can trust him but that fear of losing him is what’s holding her back.
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Y/N was in her Marius gathering some fishing spears. She had three that were different lengths. The biggest one is the one she uses the most and it was also her father’s as well.
Tsireya walked into the Marius. “What are you doing?” Tsireya asked her in a curious tone. “I told Neteyam how my dad taught me how to use a fishing spear so he asked me if I could teach him.” Y/N answered rolling the three spears up into a small blanket. “I’ve noticed that you two have been getting along really well.” Tsireya said with a smile. Y/N just gave her a shrug which wiped the smile off Tsireya’s face.
“What’s wrong? Do you not like Neteyam?” Tsireya asked with concern in her voice. “I like him.” Y/N told her. “But?” Tsireya asked sensing that there is more. “I feel like I….ya know.” Y/N said looking up at her Tsireya. She just couldn’t find the right words but Tsireya knew what she meant since that smile returned. “Aw, Do you have a crush on Neteyam?” Tsireya asked with in awe as she sat down on the floor next to her. “It’s not so simple or easy for me to answer that.” Y/N told her looking away from her. “Because you’re scared that if you admit it, you’ll lose him.” Tsireya said knowing right away what Y/N is talking about. Y/N just gave her a nod.
“Can I give you some advice?” Tsireya asked her. Y/N gave her another nod as she looked up at her. “I know you’re biggest fear is losing someone but don’t you think that Neteyam deserves to know how you feel about him?” Tsireya asked looking at her with a soft look in her eyes. “It’s better for him to know than to never know.” Tsireya added.
Y/N knew that Tsireya was right. No matter what happens it’s better to be honest about how she feels. “You’re right. Thank you, Tsireya” Y/N said as her lips turned up into a small smile. “You’re welcome. You know that I’m always going to be here for you.” Tsireya said as she brought Y/N in for a hug which Y/N returned.
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Y/N was on the sand with Neteyam. After Y/N showed Neteyam how to hold the spear she drew a target in the sand. Y/N had Neteyam start with the training spear which wasn’t as long as the one she uses. After he hit the target easily with the training spear she gave him a different on which was three lengths longer than the training one. Neteyam did even better so she gave him the one she uses which again is three lengths longer. But this spear wasn’t as easy as the other spears since Neteyam was having trouble hitting the bullseye.
Y/N could tell that Neteyam was getting frustrated so she suggested that they take a break. They took a seat down next to each other in the sand.
“How did you get your spear?” Neteyam asked her in a curious tone. “It was my father’s. He made it himself.” Y/N answered as she stared down at her hands that were resting on her lap.
“Thank you for being so nice to my family and I.” Neteyam told her with a soft smile. “You’re welcome.” Y/N said looking up at him returning the soft smile. As Y/N’s blue eyes stared deep into Neteyam’s yellow eyes they started to lean into one another until Y/N suddenly pulled back and away from him.
“I’m sorry! I just got caught up.” Neteyam apologized quickly. “It’s okay Neteyam.” Y/N reassured him. “It’s not you, it’s me.” Y/N added which confused him. “What do you mean?” Neteyam asked her. “I do like you Neteyam and I am falling for you but since the loss of my parents I’m always scared that I’m going to go through that pain again. That’s why I distant myself and hide my feelings for everyone.” Y/N explained to him.
She could feel tears forming in her eyes so she looked away from him. “Tsireya told me that I should be open to you but it’s just going to take me time to open up since I’ve been holding in my feelings for a long time.” Y/N told him. Neteyam used one of his hands to pick her head up so she was looking back at him. She had some tears rolling down her face. “Then we can take it slow.” Neteyam told her. “I’m falling for you, too. But I don’t want to rush you into anything.” Neteyam added as he put his hand onto her cheek.
He wiped her tears away with his thumb. Y/N felt that familiar feeling in her chest from his touch. His touch made her feel safe and warm. “Do you want to take it slow?” Neteyam asked her in a curious tone. Y/N smiled as she nodded her head. “I want to take it slow.” Y/N said which made Neteyam smile.
“Neteyam!” They heard a familiar voice call out. When Y/N and Neteyam looked over they saw Lo’ak and Kiri walking towards them. Lo’ak was the one that called out to Neteyam. “Woah, are we interrupting something here?” Kiri asked referring to Neteyam’s hand on Y/N’s cheek. Neteyam quickly took his hand off Y/N’s cheek. “No!” Neteyam and Y/N said at the same time. “Sure doesn’t seem like it.” Lo’ak said in a teasing tone which made Neteyam roll his eyes in annoyance.
“Why are you two here?” Neteyam asked his siblings with annoyance in his voice. “Mom and Dad want us to come home and eat.” Kiri told him. “Okay.” Neteyam said as he stood up. “Do you want to finish this training session tomorrow?” Y/N asked standing up onto her feet. “Sounds good to me.” Neteyam told her with a smile. “See you tomorrow.” Neteyam added. “See you tomorrow.” Y/N said with a big smile on her face. She’s hasn’t smiled that big in a very long time. “See you around Y/N!” Kiri said in a kind tone and walked away with her brothers.
Y/N gave the Sully kids a wave and then gathered her spears together and wrapped them back up in her blanket. She picked the blanket up and made her way back to her Marius.
It felt so good for her to finally confess her feelings for Neteyam. She is so excited to continue Neteyam’s spear training tomorrow.
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☆ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬/𝐍𝐨
☆ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬)
☆ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟕𝐤
☆ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐬/𝐨, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐯! 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦
☆ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐬𝐣𝐬𝐠𝐬𝐣𝐬𝐣 — 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝… 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐲 / 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 “𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮”
☆ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
𝐏𝐥𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟖+
𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 & 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝
A na’vi and a human don’t usually happen. They are polar opposites for many reasons. One they breathe different air, two their heights aren’t even close in comparison and three, one was more fragile than the other. And yet, here you are somehow being stuffed to the hilt by a cock three times the normal human male, a prominent bulge poking from your lower belly every time Neteyam pushes back in.
The repeating harsh impact and fast pace of his pelvic slamming into your ass has your breasts bouncing, slapping loudly against your skin. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in this situation, not since the day he made it known that he chose you as his mate but every damn time your tighter than ever when you clench down on his dick like he didn’t just fuck you three times the day prior.
You’re sprawled across his large torso and stomach, legs spread impossibly wide and held by his two large hands on the back of your thighs. His ragged breath fans your air as he stares mouth agape at the place where you both connect, deeply infatuated in the way you take him so well for a little human.
It only took a long foreplay session to get to this point, as it does every time, but he doesn’t mind; you always taste sweet on his tongue—he could stay there for hours, making you tremble and come undone with that alone. He admits however, almost too often as he sinks into you for the first time of the day, it was never better than your spongy walls that take him in greedily.
“That’s it, fuck, you take me so nicely, Yawne.” he praises in between his trance of watching himself fuck you sloppy and leaving marks of claim on any part of you his mouth could reach.
The sounds of your whimpers, the sweat layering your skin like you were some meal to be eaten and the fucked out expression on your face as his cock’s throbs to release his load in you, coating your insides with more than you could handle so it’ll slip out and he’ll just fuck it back into to start the process over again.
He growls when you attempt to close your legs while he was distracted, landing a quick tap to your clit for your actions. His tap was more like a slap due to his size, causing you to yelp in both pain and pleasure.
“Don’t do that.” he warns you, “I’m not done fucking you yet.” he pulls back to the top before slamming back in. His tip kisses your cervix, threatening to breach with each thrust of his hips as he grabs your thighs again, forcing your back into position.
“Nete—Nete, please~” you manage to whine out in between sharp intakes of breath, your eyes glazed over as you attempt to focus on something, anything but the hut was spinning or maybe that was just Neteyam pounding into you.
Your pussy felt full to the rim, and that was already without his cum he was planning to spurt in you; it was too much, you came four times already. “I can’t take it anymore!”
His breath hitches and fades into a groan at you calling his name, his eyes closing as he surrenders fully to your body. He was a strong warrior, but a weak man when in your hands. The way he just wants to melt into you is in the same way your pussy is doing to his cock.
“Feel so good. So good,” he mumbles, mind fuzzy as he gets drunk on your smell and the feel of you wrapped around him. You were suffocating him, everywhere he inhales, he smelled only you. And oddly enough, that is a death he would happily succumb to.
May it be death from smothered by your smooth thighs, drowning in your aroma directly or the death grip your pretty little pussy has on his cock; he would take either of the two right now. An honorable death.
“Shit, one more. Give me one more, yawne.” he dumbly begs on, referring to you coming one more time on his cock, to coat it in a fresh glaze of your slick because he wasn’t satisfied enough with the mess you already made. “Just—hm—you can give me one more, can’t you?”
Somehow you're able to process his words in the middle of all this because you're shaking your head, tears starting to gather at your eyes as the feeling in your stomach grows unbearably tight. It didn’t feel right. Something was off about this. “I-I can’t!” you plead, clit throbbing uncontrollably as he continues to split you open with zero effort. Your wetness just lets him slide right in.
He’s not satisfied with your answer. He knows you can give him one more. He can feel it in the way you're throbbing around him; you’re almost there. He can help you, of course, he’s going to help you. What kind of lover would he be if he didn’t help his mate reach satisfaction.
In seconds, he’s planting his feet on the ground, arching his hips up off the floor, using his upper half to anchor him. You're about to slide off him when he cups your breasts, squeezing and tugging at your hardened nipples.
He licks a strip up your neck to your earlobe, where he nips lightly at. “You don’t mean that. We both know what you're capable of. In fact,” he glances down at your lower halves, where he’s seated halfway in you, “We both can see what you're capable of.”
A shudder shoots through your body as you follow his gaze, the new position giving you both a perfect view of your connected bodies. The angle looks uncomfortable, but that doesn’t stop Neteyam from picking back up where he left off.
The only difference between that and this was that this angle had reached a new depth in you. If you thought his thick cock reached all your sweet spots in one go before, you're dead wrong as he seem to have found a new one and he’s knocking into it repeatedly.
It has your toes curling and back arching of his chest, forming the perfect curve that has him swearing and praying in one breath. He doesn’t need to spread you wider because somehow you’re doing it yourself as your body practically encourages you to take more of him—even if it breaks you and based on the pleasure borderline pain of his tip rocking into your cervix harder every time, it just might happen.
“Did you just get tighter?” he hisses, thighs flexing and his hips stutter for a moment as he’s briefly caught off guard at the possibility. “Fuck, fuck, you did.” he moans, hips growing more frantic. If you keep this up, he might be coming before you.
The thought has him closing his eyes tightly, shaking his head, “I need you to come on my cock, Sevin.” his hold on your breasts gets tighter, almost bruising, and he’s rambling at this point, anything to get you there before he does, “Come for me, yeah? This sweet pussy gonna come, you’re gonna come, aren’t you? Fuck tell me you’re gonna—I want you to milk me, Yawne.”
His words have you toppling over the edge, you couldn’t hold it any longer. It was so fucking intense, your eyes was rolling to the back of your head till majority of it only had the whites visible.
Your body twitches as your pussy pulsates to the brick of numbness, clear liquid shooting out as your hips jerk uncontrollably. It felt like shockwaves were finally releasing from your body, only to form large puddles on your stomach and tickle down onto your lovers.
Neteyam stills, watching the whole thing, completely memorized at the spasm of your drenched pussy on him. That was more of a mess than he was anticipating, but it was enough to fuel him to chase his own.
He’s rutting against your ass, one hand on your breast and the other on the bulging bump on your lower stomach, pressing firmly to make you squirm.
“The Great Mother blessed me with you, Yawne. She knew you were made for me; make to take my heart, to take my love, to take my cock, to take my seed.” he growls, thighs trembling, stomach tense and jaw tight as he breathes roughly through his nose since his mouth was too busy running off.
“Mine. She knew you were mine. My human. My mate. My—My pussy, fuck, fuck, (Name)—“ he stills with a grunt, burying himself deep, tip flush against your cervix as his balls tighten and he’s spilling in you, the force strong enough to burst through your cervix and flood your womb with his cum.
The feeling of being further full has you writhing in delight, it always felt amazingly knowing he’s hellbent on not leaving no part of you untouched. In an odd way, it was like he was marking you from the inside out. Others won’t know you were his after your marks are heal on your skin, but they’ll smell him so deeply imprinted in you, they’ll know then.
Despite the elevated angle, Neteyam comes so much that it starts to seep out of the sides of his cock and tickle down your folds, adding more shine to the obvious mess.
It’s a minute later when he finally comes back down from his high, his heaved chest slowly turning back to an even pattern as he shakily lowers his hips back towards the ground, cock softening to slip out and shrinking to disappear back into his slit.
He lays there for a moment, just staring up at the ceiling of the hut, giving him enough time for his stupid smile to fade from his face before he’s wrapping you in his arms, “Are you alright? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he buries his face in your hair, inhaling softly, waiting for your reply, although he knew the answer.
“Everything’s perfect.” you laugh lazily, the same stupid smile that was on his face, now on yours. “Just perfect.”
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Ignore this if you want and thank you for the hard work: Can I have a Scenario or one shot with Neteyam and fem S/O who is human but is sick, they are close friends and S/O always writes poems and songs for him, S/O has a heart disease that's why they are creating an Avatar for her, she loves to sing but she never sang again since she knew her heart and since she stayed on Pandora. But once she gets her Avatar body finally she can run, get rid of chest pains, fatigue, and the fear of dying and finally can sing again.
yayo // n.s x human -> na’vi reader
contains: lots of mentions of dying, heart disease, chronic illness stuff, soul transfer scene, fluff, shitty writing, drinking and being drunk, being in love with eywa cuz shes awesome
notes: this is not proofread at all my bad. also yayo means bird in na’vi cuz reader sings and birds sing so yeah aw so cute.
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I remember it like it was yesterday. I was thirteen years old, roughhousing with Neteyam and his younger siblings on the forest floor. We were having endless amounts of childish fun until I collapsed onto the dirt in a fit of breathless wails. Pain filled my chest as my heart eventually stopped beating. Neteyam carried me back in a panic to the lab where I was taken to get medical attention. I was thirteen when they told me I had valvular heart disease. I was thirteen when my life changed forever.
When I was diagnosed five years ago, Norm wasted no time to make sure I got an avatar. That avatar was my escape from the decaying prison I call my body. It felt like forever until he allowed me to drive it and when I did I was still restricted from doing most things. My heartbeat in my avatar body translates through the link so if I went too hard, my human heart would suffer. My avatar just temporarily stopped me from feeling the constant aches and pain.
Everyday my human body was only getting weaker and the topic of my death seemed to come up a lot more often in hushed conversations between the scientists. I could see the pity in everyone’s eyes as I walked around the lab. The pitiful looks towards me put a bitter taste in my mouth.
The only things that kept me from rotting in my bed for days on end were music, my poems, and my loved ones. Neteyam visited on a regular basis, often with his siblings or parents.
On the days that it was just Neteyam, he got the opportunity to see songs and poems I wrote. I’d hum the melody, not having enough courage or energy to sing fully. Those days usually ended with me ripping out his favorite song or poem of the day from my journal and gifting it to him. The loss of paper was worth seeing the thankful smile on his face every time. Throughout the years of our friendship, he never seemed to have a clue that my more romantic writings were about him.
Speaking of Neteyam, his obnoxiously cute accent echoed through my room as he entered and announced himself, “Y/N, your favorite friend has arrived!”
“Yes, you are my favorite friend, Nete. Always will be until my demise pretty soon.” I said with a small, careful laugh. Everything I did these days had to be done with caution.
Although what I said wasn’t meant to be taken in a depressing manner, I didn’t miss the look of pity and sadness that swam in Neteyam’s big yellow eyes.
“Hey man, don’t be like that. It’ll be okay, Nete.” I lied, motioning for him to come over to my bed where I laid. Since he was entirely too big to fit on my bed he settled on the floor next to me. I reached out to pet his hair like I usually do to comfort him but his large hand gently stopped my hand from going any further.
“You are dying yet you still try to comfort me? Think about yourself for once, Y/N. You are the one that needs comfort.” Neteyam lectures me, a stern face meeting my sight. Ironic how he is the one saying this considering his history.
A sigh left my mouth and I rolled onto my back to stare at anything but his intimidating eyes. He wasn’t wrong. I’ve been making sure everyone else was okay with my situation without even making sure that I was okay with my situation.
When I turned back around and looked at him again, it was like I could feel the imaginary concrete dam of numbness break down. What followed was the flooding of all those emotions and throughts that were kept at bay. I have always despised the way that Neteyam could break my walls down so easily.
“You’re right. I’m not ready to die, I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared.” My voice cracked embarrassingly at the word ‘die’ but neither me nor Neteyam cared in the moment.
“You will not die,” He paused for a moment to confirm what he was about to say, “because Eywa can bless you like she did with my father when he was human. I prayed to Eywa for permission and she gave me a sign. My parents approve, Y/N. But only if you wish to do this.”
My eyes widened and I shot up from my bed, tumbling onto the floor which earned me a hiss of concern from my friend. Out of pure excitement and disbelief, I quickly sat up on my knees and grabbed his face to place many fast happy kisses all over it.
Immediately after my loving attack on his face, he had to take a few breaths from his specialized mask. I didn’t pay much attention to it, not knowing his breathlessness had been due to my actions.
“I—I didn’t know you’d be this excited.” He managed to choke out as a purple hue spread throughout his cheeks and ears.
“Nete, you are giving me a way to not only live longer but a way to live with the people I love. I can be with you, Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuk without any of us having to wear masks. I can sing again. Like truly actually sing again.”
A large grin stretched across Neteyam’s face upon my realization. He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t miss my voice. I used to sing him Earthly lullabies and songs in our youth before my heart became weak. Even though we were young, he would always tell me that I was going to be a strong singer much like his mother and Ninat.
The rest of the night we joked, hugged, and messed around. He even sang the same song to me that I used to sing to him as kids. The act alone made my heart felt like it was going to burst but in a good way not like the usual heart attack painful way.
Eclipse soon came and Neteyam had to leave to attend to his duties —future Olo’eyktan stuff and all that. We kept in contact for days after to prepare me for my soul transferring ceremony.
When the day arrived, I was both nervous and excited. There was always a risk that I could be too weak to make it through the eye of Eywa. But if I were to die I’d rather die and be with Eywa than anywhere else.
The scenery was absolutely beautiful. Tons of Na’vi sat in rows, their bonds connected to the ground as they chanted a prayer. The ground lit up with bioluminescent blue lights, the tree a beautiful pinkish purple.
Mo’at stood at the tree, awaiting me.
Neteyam carried my leaf covered body through the aisle and he gave me a calming smile to ease my nerves. Eywa gave him a sign so he had absolutely no worries about this.
He followed Mo’at’s instructions to place me diagonally to where my na’vi body lay. “See you on the other side, yayo.” Neteyam said before stepping off to the side to allow the tsahik to do her thing.
The rest of the process was unknown to me because after Mo’at started chanting, my consciousness began to float up and out of my body. All physical restraints were broken as this spirit form danced freely.
A breathtakingly beautiful woman came into my vision. She looked like nothing I had ever seen before. Her energy made me feel warm, like no harm could ever come to me.
“Oh child, such a pure spirit you are.”
If I had a physical form at the moment I’d cry in her arms. I felt so vulnerable. So much so that I couldn’t talk but she knew what I had to say. She felt so loving, I didn’t want to leave.
“You cannot stay, child. He needs you.”
“He needs you.”
As if on cue, my spirit was sucked from the high place back down to life. I shot up in shocked surprise. Everything was fuzzy and I lost any remembrance of where I was.
A pair of strong arms held my panicked body close to theirs and they stroked my hair until I calmed. The ringing in my ears soon became sharp, clear sounds. Sounds of my name being whispered. Sounds of the rain lightly falling. Sounds of leaves brushing against one another.
“That’s it, that’s it. Come back to me.” A voice that I’ve known to always warm my heart spoke. The result on my heart was as previously stated.
Everything came back to me.
I wasted no time to shout tearful praise for Eywa and the clan started ululating as a response of joy.
Neteyam couldn’t help the tears that left his eyes. I was finally safe. I was finally okay.
“Now we celebrate!” Jake Sully yells like one of his war speeches and the clan roared before they started leaving to regroup somewhere—I assumed.
I felt something behind me swish in excitement. I look and my face lit up. A tail. A really adorable cute tail.
“Get her some clothes and meet us at the party!” Kiri laughed to Neteyam and the Sully family left quickly.
My heart dropped at the realization that I was in fact fully naked, “OH MY GOD IM BOOTYBUTT NAKED!”
Neteyam’s laugh boomed through the forest and the sound only added to the fast paced beating in my chest.
“You are Na’vi now! It does not matter! Come on, I already have an outfit planned for you. You’ll love it.” He took my hand and excitedly dragged me along to wherever he had my clothes. We reached his home which was empty considering the surrounding Na’vi were down celebrating the latest gift from Eywa, my rebirth.
Neteyam took some pieces of fabric from a box and tossed them over to me. I unraveled them and blinked in confusion.
“How do I put these strings on?”
After instruction, trial, and error, I finally got the loincloth and top on.
Looking in the mirror that I gifted Neteyam a few months ago, I inspected this outfit that he had so much confidence that I’d like.
The top was made of colorful woven thread and fabric, almost like crochet, and it splayed on my body like a necklace but tied in the back. It provided enough coverage for me to feel comfortable while also feeling supportive since my body was built a bit differently than normal Na’vi women. The loincloth was a pretty purple color, probably made of the same material as Neytiri’s leggings, and it only covered the front part. But I didn’t mind because when I turned around in the mirror, my ass looked good.
“Your past human vanity will rot your mind.” Neteyam joked as he watched me pose so that I could look at my nice blue ass.
After his little remark I stopped posing and stuck my tongue out at him before stating, “You ain’t gotta be human to recognize sexy. Now let’s go have fun.”
As we ran down branches without a care in the world I finally for once felt truly happy. I did not have to care about my heart failing or me suddenly collapsing on the ground. No, now I was really living. Neteyam noticed the change in my attitude and it sent a flutter to his heart.
When we arrived at the party the energy was electric. Everyone was drinking, eating, and dancing. Laughter filled the air around us. After two hours of fucking around, I was definitely getting slightly drunk.
When a group of Na’vi started singing a song that I recognized Kiri teaching me, I did not hesitate to let my voice out for the first time in years.
Happiness radiated through my body. It was almost like a visible aura surrounding me as I sung.
When the songs were over, Jake stood up and started speaking which silenced the room, “I would like to make a speech about dear Y/N here.”
The smell of alcohol filled my nose when he spoke.
He gripped my shoulder in a very dad-like manner and continued, “I have watched her grow from a young girl to a strong woman with a brave heart. She has been a friend to the Sully family for many years. My children do not know of a life without Y/N. Today, I proudly claim Y/N as a Sully! As a sister to my children.”
I wanted to melt into the floor. Sister? I think I would rather kill myself. I appreciate his enthusiasm and I love the guy but come on man. I had to set things straight immediately.
“Sir! Sir! No, I can’t accept it!” I blurt out, causing flabbergasted looks from the entire Sully family and the rest of the clan.
In a drunken stupor I quickly attempted to explain myself, “I want to be a Sully and want to be a part of this family but not like this. I don’t think I could mentally handle being the sister to the man I love.” During my explanation I held my sight on Neteyam.
His wide eyes softened when he realized what I meant. My name softly left his lips like I would shatter if he said it normally. All I could do was fiddle nervously with my top while waiting for a reaction, any reaction.
“I love you too.” He shamelessly stated before he stole me from his father’s grasp and held me once again to his body. His hands were dug into my hair and waist as if I would fly away. Our tails whipped madly behind us which caused Neytiri to swoon over how in love we looked.
Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk who were off to the side eating dessert were now freaking out over the scene unfolding in front of them. Neytiri had to shush the three of them so that the lovely moment wasn’t ruined by their gossiping voices.
To Neytiri’s despair, Jake’s tipsy laugh echoed through the area as he said, “Well, you heard the woman! She’s a future Sully!”
The clan woo’d and chuckled and carried on with partying, the topic of choice of Na’vi girl conversations now being that Neteyam is unfortunately spoken for.
“I didn’t exactly plan on telling you this way or this…publicly.” I said while swaying with my newly acclaimed lover to the music.
Neteyam gazed into my eyes, “I quite enjoyed it, my love. Now everyone knows that you’re mine and I am yours.”
His new nickname gave me goosebumps. The complete bliss I was feeling had to be fake. This all had to be fake.
But when Neteyam took my face in his hands and kissed me so passionately, so lovingly, it brought me back to reality. He was truly mine now.
That night I was given a place amongst the Omaticaya.
A place amongst the Sully’s.
A place with the one I loved where I sang him to sleep with the same lullabies from what seemed like forever ago.
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I'm SORRY? HOW LONG!?
#Oh my God!#this changes everything#Spider was apart from the kids that long?#This actually makes that part more impactful#Looking forward to seeing fanfic on this#Wow!#just wow!#avatar: the way of water#avatar 2#spider socorro#miles quaritch#avatar the way of water
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Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to those who celebrate!
I have a present for you: an actual plot this chapter!
And angst! My favourite, and possibly yours ;)
I do hope you guys enjoy it, and that you have a lovely Christmas day full of cosy vibes and good food.
I shall leave you with this my lovelies, ta ta for now <333
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"The Weight of Stones"
Part 2
“Where is she?” My eyes fluttered open at loud voices. Two. “I don’t know bro, she’s usually here.” I stifled a groan.
Lo’ak and Neteyam.
“Zasza is here, so she didn’t leave.” At her name the ikran in question huffed and shook herself awake, hissing at the newcomers.
“Chill out Za, we’re just looking for--” I heard the pause and huffed disdainfully. “There she is.” When Zasza moved her wings, I must have become visible to the pair.
“I am resting. Leave.” I heard steps come closer. Neteyam had been silent, perhaps more perceptive than his younger brother.
“C’mon. Dad was looking for you. You’re lucky we didn’t tell him where you sleep.” At that I pushed myself up, hissing in both pain and incredulity.
“You are lucky I am still alive to take the brunt of your father’s anger. Foolish Lo’ak.” He had the same impertinent look of shock as his father.
Truly replicas of each other.
“Hey! You didn’t have to follow us! You chose to!”
Hot tempered and stupid. His father’s child.
“You forget how often I am saddled with your safety.” I glared, hot and fierce. Zasza began to huff but I waved her to fly off. She would not do well in such a charged atmosphere. I walked closer to boy. “You are selfish.” I could tell this hurt him.
Good.
Neteyam, ever the dutiful brother, stepped forward in his defense.
“Enough. Lo’ak has already apologized.” I scoffed; I had not heard a word of sincere remorse from that boy in years.
“And you, you are a coward. Afraid of your father.” Neteyam pulled his lip back but offered no word in his defense. I couldn’t resist the jab.
“But I am not. I will go see your father. I do not need an escort.” With that, I turned my back on them.
Good riddance.
The walk to the Olo’ Eyktan was supplemented by the occasional look and whisper. In my injury I had not been subtle in my admonishment of Jake Sully.
This would not be fun.
Now that I was clear-headed, I found I did not regret my words. I was truthful, and if anything, much too kind.
My life was not a meat shield.
While the boys did not specify where I was to find their father, I knew.
After yesterday’s spectacle he would wish to speak to me in privacy, a place he was most comfortable-where I had no familiarity.
I stood outside Jake Sully’s family tent asNeytiritugged little Tuk along and out of the way. She made eye contact with me, searchingly. The glance was short, as Tuk garnered her attention by bolting in a different direction.
I snorted; she would not be a buffer.
Taking a deep breath, I entered the den.
Jake Sully stood facing the entrance, and made direct eye contact as I walked in.
He looked tired.
I shook off any empathy I might feel and kept my pace as fluid as possible, before stopping a good few feet in front of him.
Silence.
“You wanted to see me?” He was still, coiled, and resolute. He heaved a sigh, shaking his head.
I would not like this.
“Yes, I needed to speak with you. Due to your recent behavior and insubordination, I’m grounding your participation in raids for the foreseeable future...” The world went still. I could hear ikran above, and the murmur of na’vi outside-but it did not register. “…this includes hunts...” He sighed, as if he was being forced to continue. “…and flying.”
And the world exploded.
“You do not get to do this.” My voice, thankfully, did not shake-but it was close. “You do not get to do this to me.” He essentially ordered me from leaving High Camp. High Camp full of na’vi I did not even like. Na’vi that would whisper and fret over the orphan child who cannot leave, by order of Olo’ Eyktan. To weave and make nice with people I did not wish to. To be banned from flying with Zasza, my only friend.
To suffer consequences at Lo’ak and Neteyam’s hands once again.
He laughed, almost as if amused but with darker and more desperate undertones. He crossed his arms, getting in my face as he was known to do.
“Yes, I can. I am Olo’ Eyktan, and I’m ordering you.” I felt the brush of tears and took a gasping breath. My heart was fast, and my blood was cold.
No, he did not understand.
He backed up, dragging a hand down his face.
“Listen. I’m doing this for your own good. A learning moment.”
I hate him.
I hated him with every piece of my soul.
“You’re still young, and without any parental guidance, I consider you one of my own.” He placed his hand on my shoulder. “This may seem harsh, but you have to learn.”
The hand on my shoulder burned.
Everything burned.
And then it didn’t.
Something ended. It was like hearing the soft ‘snip’ of a thread pulled too tight. It was not drastic, or all consuming. It was as if I was a cup too full, and someone had just turned it over.
Empty.
There was truly nothing left for me here, at High Camp.
Without much thought I lifted my hand to push Jake’s outstretched one from my shoulder.
I was free.
Free from the constraints of Jake Sully and his foolish children. Free of fighting wars that were not mine. Free from having one foot in the grave at the behest of another.
I would secure that freedom.
“I would sooner drag a knife across my throat, than be considered one of yours.”
The words were whispered, but they were there. They were heavy and with them, carried the sense of my new resolve. “You are not my Olo’ Eyktan. You are a fool, unfit toask anything of me.” I spit at his feet, a great dishonor to na’vi. I hoped he understood the disrespect. By the pulling back of his ears and the sucking of breath, he did.
“Rutak. I die from Omaticaya, and I leave a stranger.” Rutak was an old right, invoked to dismiss oneself from a clan. The immediate translation is to banish the self.
With no delay I spun and exited the tent.
I must find Tsahik.
I heard heavy bounding behind me and began to run.
Tsahik must perform Rutak for it to be acknowledged by the clan.
The foot falls were fast.
Fuck, even Neytiri would do right about now.
In front of me was Mo’at. Next to her was her cluster of grandchildren, and Neytiri.
Or both will do.
“TSAHIK!” Just as I called her a hand fastened itself on my forearm yanking me to a stop. Without much thought, the knife from my waist was unsheathed and cutting the air between me and Jake Sully. He leaned back to avoid it, freeing my arm as I defensively crouched.
“Ai! What is the meaning of this!?” Neytiri bounded past her family, pushing her youngest into her grandmother.
I did not stand from my defensive position as she went to stand with her mate. He opened his mouth to speak but I beat him.
“Rutak.” I watched Neytiri still, and I heard the gasp behind me that could have only come from Mo’at. There was silence and Jake looked between the dark glance of Tsahik and his mate, the only two who had any reaction to the word. I heard murmuring from the Sully children, but I could not afford to take my eyes off of the bigger threats.
“Neytiri, what is Rutak?” Of course, he did not know. He did not grow up with the stories of fallen clans and ancestral rules. Neytiri did.
“Children, leave.” A wave of discontent came from that direction, and I heard the wizened voice of Mo’at chime in.
“Girl, you do not know what you ask.” She came to stand with her daughter and son. Tail flickering and eyes searching.
“I know full well what I ask.” Mo’at took a step as if to remove my weapon and I let a full-bodied growl escape. She halted.
“If you do this, you will have no one.” A laugh pulled from the bowels of my chest.
None of them understand.
“I have been alone my entire life.” The knife in my hand felt heavy. Of all clan members, I respected Mo’at most.
Mo’at with her discerning gaze and her ability to read the room. She who bandaged me after fights, both as victor and loser. Mo’at who tugged at my hair, unkempt as it always is, when I refused to seek her aid. I fully faced her, pulling up slightly to ease my position.
You are the closest.
“Tsahik, I have never asked you for anything.” My ears pulled back straight into my scalp and my tail lowered. “Please. If you know anything of me, you’ll offer me this.” Mo’at looked pained, eyes never leaving me. Neytiri spoke next.
“Rutak, is a warrior’s banishment...” I looked over to Jake Sully’s wife as she spoke. “…Rutak is, a choice a hunter may invoke when they do not agree with their Olo’ Eyktan…” She looked to her husband and his wide-eyed shock. This time her voice was lowered. “…when they wish to sever all ties with clan. It is often called the forsaken flight…” At this she spun to me, angry and spitting. “…And it is not for children to decide!” I bared incisors at her.
“If I am old enough to fight your war, I am old enough to leave it!” I turned on my heel from her. I moved to Mo’at and gripped her bony shoulders between my hands, dagger forgotten and dropped to the floor.
“Tsahik. I will not spendmy life under the thumb of him. I hate this place; you have always known that about me.” Mo’at took shaky breaths and turned from my gaze but followed her with my head, so she was forced to look at me.
“Mo’at. I am begging you.” I took one of her reluctant hands and place it one my chest, right above my heart. “I do not belong here.” She made a hurt noise but did not remove her hand. Her eyes were sad.
I will only miss you, Mo’at.
She heaved a shaky breath, before her hands moved to cup my face in what can only be described as lovingly.
“I have not seen this through Eywa.” I sighed and I leaned into her hands in my last moment of vulnerability with her.
“…I am not asking Eywa…”
We stood like that for a moment as she looked into my eyes, searching for any part of me that might be unsure. A moment later her hands lifted from my face.
“I will grant you Rutak…” A great sigh left me and I closed my eyes in relief.
“Mo’at no! This is-!” She held up a hand to Jake Sully.
“But not today.” Cold dread filled me.
“What?” She looked me over, circling me, tutting when she saw my arm.
“In three days’ time, I will grant you what you wish. You must first heal.” She came back to the forefront of me, scooping my knife off the ground and placing it in my palm.
“You have a long journey ahead of you.”
I looked into Mo’at’s pained eyes, and I hoped she could only see steely resolve.
“Thank you, Tsahik.”
With that, it was done. Once granted by Tsahik, Olo’Eyktan could not interfere. If customs were as rigid as they once were-he would not even come near me.
Clearly times have changed.
“What do you mean?!”
“Wait! She’s leaving?”
“She is a child!”
“What do you mean, I can’t interfere!?”
I shared one last glance with Mo’at before bounding towards my ledge.
I had three days to prepare.
Neytiri would only hold him back with explanations as long as it took to hear them. He did not know where I slept, I would be safe and out of sight.
If I could just get there.
I pushed past a silent Neteyam and shell shocked Lo’ak.
I did it.
The short journey to my hideaway among the uppermost cave system was filled with an elated sense of achievement. Atop my resting place sat Zasza, preening gently.
“Hello my friend.” I moved to brush my hands along her face and the strong muscles in her neck. “We are going on a journey soon…” She puffed, liking the attention. “Very, very far away.” She keened.
Finally, it would be just me and Zasza.
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Chapter 26 - The Rescue (tumblr version)
A reunion - but it doesn't go down as planned.
Full chapter under the cut for those still struggling with AO3!
The first time Miles saw Chacon back on duty after… the incident was two weeks later. The man had all but flown from his mind - he’d had so much else going on that truthfully, he hadn’t spared Chacon more than one or two passing moments of guilt in all that time. So it was with great surprise that Miles entered the mess to find him sitting back with his cronies at dinner. Miles hadn’t attempted to speak to anyone else from A Unit since he’d been taken off the team, and he could tell from Madden, Taylor and Squirrel's mutinous glares that he hadn’t been missed. Chacon however, wasn’t glaring. He simply watched Miles as he got his food and sat down on a table across the hall from them. Miles wasn’t sure because he didn’t want to keep checking, but he thought that Chacon wouldn’t stop looking at him the whole time he was there. He made a swift exit after finishing his food, and hoped that the number of times they’d have to bump into each other from here on out would remain minimal.
But it wasn’t to be. Three days after their initial encounter, Miles received word that he was needed on a supply run into the forest. He frowned when he read the update - in the middle of using the gym one evening. Supply runs were normally conducted by the SciOps team, with little if any interference from SecOps. Briefing was the next morning, so he supposed he’d find out more then.
He’d been on a few more missions since the one to retrieve Naalot from the Tipani. The first time he’d led a squad was on a mission to scout out the scene of a train raid by insurgents. The natives had pulled their usual stunt of blowing up the tracks, derailing the train and stealing whatever goods they could get their grotty hands on. It had taken days to clean up before the construction guys could get in and repair the damage. Throughout it all, Miles did his best to be a calm, confident leader that his men could look up to. He’d come to know them well by now, and they worked good together. He was respected and could tell that they held him in high regard. As a result, their squad was extremely successful, and now they were usually the first to be called upon whenever there was a major incident that required SecOps intervention. Miles was proud.
So he was surprised to walk into briefing the next morning and find none of his squad were assigned to the mission with him. It was a new team composed mostly of recoms - Quaritch, Wainfleet, Mansk and Z-Dog - as well as three other men. Two were xenobotanists who introduced themselves as Langley and Dubois when Miles entered, and the other was... Corporal Chacon.
Miles stilled when his eyes fell upon the man, confusion clouding his face. He looked at Quaritch as if hoping for reassurance that Chacon was supposed to be here, but the Colonel was in conversation with Wainfleet. Because the team was small and there were so many empty chairs in the room, Miles took a seat across the table from him, making sure to show his scepticism in every movement.
“Thank you all for making it,” Quaritch began, realising that everyone was here. “This is a small mission, but an important one nonetheless. The hospital has run low on a few supplies, and it’s our job to make sure those stocks are replenished. We have a list of the type and volume of plants they need, so we move out this afternoon to bring home the goods. Now don’t ask me the ins and outs of what these things are used for, but if it gets me painkillers when I need ‘em, I ain’t questioning it. Junior, Chacon,” he nodded at the two soldiers, “you’re here to assist our botanist friends Langley and Dubois with any human sized assistance needed, while the recom squad is there for security.” He went on to explain timings, equipment and transport, before opening the floor to questions. Miles only had one, but he knew it was better saved for a more private forum.
“Sir,” he said, once everyone else had dispersed.
Quaritch turned to him. “Yes, Junior?”
Miles had long since gotten used to Quaritch calling him by his surname by this point. Just spit it out. “Why is Chacon on this team?”
Quaritch stilled, thinking hard. “He volunteered,” he slowly said through a frown. “I’d forgotten you two have history… will this be a problem?”
“No, Sir,” Miles hastily replied. The last thing he needed was for Quaritch to think he wasn’t capable of working with the guy. He’d die before he’d let his reliability be compromised. “I was just curious.”
“Well, like I said, he offered when he heard the medics making a request. He’s grateful for the treatments they provided, and wants to give back.” Quaritch eyed Miles as if to remind him that this was all Miles’s fault, if he traced it back.
“Yes, Sir,” he said, before bowing his head shortly and retreating out.
He grabbed some food on his way to the hangar, having not long to get ready before rallying at the gunships at 10:00. A quick porridge later, and he found himself standing in front of the armoury, selecting his gear and arming up just like he had done so many times before. He jumped when a voice sounded behind him.
���It’s been a while, Junior.”
He grit his teeth and spun around, throwing Chacon a look that told him he was anything but remorseful for beating him up. He didn’t want to hear whatever grudge the guy had to bear.
“You’re a Lieutenant now, I hear?”
Miles narrowed his eyes. Chacon’s face still wasn’t completely healed - the skin around his left eye was discoloured, but it was only noticeable because Miles knew what to look for. He didn’t look angry though, and Miles wished he would. “If you’re looking for an apology, you won’t find one here,” he said shortly, turning back around to select a rifle before double checking his holster and knife belt were secure.
“That’s cool, because I’m not looking for an apology.”
“Then why are you here?” Miles hissed. “Why are you on this mission?”
Chacon didn’t look affronted, keeping a neutral expression on his face even through Miles’s hostility. “The medbay helped me when I was… out of action. There are some great people there.”
Miles’s fingers flexed into fists at his side. He did not need Chacon’s vague hints about being a spy now. The man was a traitor against his own people… and so was Janine.
“You’re on thin ice…”
“I just want to help them get the resources they need for medicine.”
Miles stared at Chacon, not believing a word, before deciding that it was too much to entertain. Chacon was dangerous - he could get Miles into a lot of shit if he decided to. He shoved past Chacon on his way out of the armoury, making sure to bump him hard, and grabbed a mask on his way out.
He regrouped with the xenobotanists, who were waiting near a fired up Kestral with the recoms already aboard. He gave Dubois a curt nod in greeting, and let him know to ask if he needed anything. A minute later and Chacon had caught up, armed to the nines just like Miles. Miles made a point of ignoring him as he clambered into the cargo hold.
The ship took off, rising higher and higher over the compound. Golden light flooded the compartment of the gunship as the panoramic view of Pandora was revealed to them. It was beautiful as always, but Miles had gotten used to seeing it by now, and he was far too preoccupied with trying to work out Chacon’s greater motivations for being here. He suspected a hand to his back any moment, about to shove him out of the ship to his death. Although ridiculous, he couldn’t rule it out. Chacon had earned the right to revenge. At least Quaritch would probably send Chacon out to join him in being a pancake if that did happen.
After a journey so smooth it was almost suspicious, the Kestral landed in an area two clicks west of Bridgehead. It was an area not known to be inhabited by any clans, so their only challenges should be the wildlife. In the mission briefing, Quaritch had explained that Miles was joining them as part security and part expert botanist due to his past. As the recoms trained their rifles on the treeline, Miles withdrew his holotablet from his backpack, and began following Langley and Dubois towards the specific area that contained the first organism on the list. Langley spotted the Canalyd plant first, leading the group over to the patch and withdrawing a sample cup from his own backpack.
“Five at least?” Miles double checked the amount with Dubois.
“That should be enough,” the man replied, gesturing for Miles to continue searching while they extracted the sporangia from the long stalks on the top of the plant. Behind them, the recoms kept their weapons raised, their eyes in the trees.
After twenty minutes, the scientists had collected three of the seven plants on the list, and were just about to suggest they search an area to their left when Quaritch called out.
“Hold it!”
Miles immediately raised his rifle, training it on the patch of trees that Quaritch was aiming at. For a tense moment, everyone was silent, watching the area where Quaritch was staring hard at.
“There’s something out there…” Quaritch spoke in a low and tense voice.
Just then, an arrow shot out of nowhere with zero warning, straight into Mansk’s chest. For a split second, Miles stared in horror, before leaping into action and firing his AR into the area from where the arrow had been shot. The noise was deafening after the silence, as guns all around him fired in unison.
“NA’VI!” Wainfleet roared, spinning around to face their six, but it was too late - another long poisoned arrow had been shot, hitting him right through the neck and out the other side. Miles’s scream caught in his throat as he yelled for the botanists to take cover, keeping his gun raised and firing into the trees as with his other he gestured for the two men to follow his direction behind a fallen tree. Everything seemed sped up and in multi-colour. One moment, the two men were running towards the tree, the next, their limp bodies hit the ground, gunned down like animals - wait, gunned down? Chacon was standing beside him, his gun raised…
Miles turned in horror to see what had become of the rest of the squad, but was met with the sight of an arrowhead protruding from Z-dog’s eyeball. Her hand twitched against the trigger of her recom M69-AR, letting off a few more rounds before she collapsed to the ground, dead.
The only thing Miles could hear was the roar of the Colonel’s furious outcry, before the words, “Get down!” were called out around the clearing. Miles recognised the voice, but things were happening too fast for their owner to register in his brain. Before he knew it, Chacon was beside him, a hand on his shoulder forcing him down as gunfire rained down on them from somewhere above. Miles couldn’t understand it - he hadn’t seen anybody. Whoever was attacking them knew their tactics - they knew how to hide. He heard a distant cry and a thump as someone else hit the floor, and Chacon’s hand was still gripping his shoulder tightly, holding him down, out of the way - he didn’t know what was going on, he couldn’t see because of the ground pressed into his face, Chacon had shot Langley and Dubois, he didn’t trust him…
Then, the gunfire ended. The hand on his shoulder released, and Miles scrambled up to assess the scene. His hands were on his rifle in less than half a second, and good thing too, because when he stood up, he was face to torso with a nine foot tall Na’vi warrior, whose figure was blocking out the sun. Miles couldn’t take in any more of his appearance than the fact that he had a bow and arrow pointing directly at Miles’s heart.
He gasped, instinct telling him to shoot immediately, but his other senses stopped him. From the corner of his eye, he saw another warrior on his right - a woman, terrifying and familiar, her war paint seeming to shine in the sunlight as she raised Eytukan’s bow...
It couldn’t be her-
He cast around, seeing more warriors emerging from the trees, surrounding him.
He was outnumbered.
The recoms were dead. There was nothing he could do. He spun to his right, raising his rifle to Neytiri. This had to be a dream.
He switched his aim to the warrior in front of him, trying to make it clear that he could shoot either one of them if they made another move.
“Spider,” came a voice to his left.
He spun around to find it - but it was… Chacon. Standing by his side, calm.
Chacon was standing with a… relieved? look on his face. His weapon was lowered, and he held a hand out as if to push Miles’s rifle down.
“Spider, be calm,” he said in a voice clearly intended to reassure.
Miles was a thousand yards away from calm.
The Na’vi warriors still surrounded them. He cast his eyes over them once more, abandoning Chacon’s words of madness to better assess the threat. The men were… Omatikayan. If Neytiri was here, could…
He took a heaving breath. It didn’t matter. He’d find a way to escape this, to shoot them all.
“Lower your weapon,” one of them spoke.
But Miles was distracted by the figure emerging from behind the man. A tall, blue, intimidating figure with black dreads held back by a Burnfiber band. He knew that face…
Wait.
He knew that face.
He gasped, raising his rifle even higher as he realised he was staring straight into the eyes of Jake Sully.
His brain couldn’t compute what he was seeing in front of him with what was really happening.
“Spider…” the man said, in a gentle tone. Unlike the others, Sully wasn’t holding a weapon. He had one hand outstretched, as if to pacify Miles.
Then a voice that was comfortingly familiar sounded from behind him. The right kind of voice, the voice he longed to listen to. “Shoot him, Miles!”
He dared take his eyes off the target to see Quaritch on his knees behind him, disarmed and on the ground. A warrior stood behind him, holding a knife to Quaritch’s kuru.
“What are you waiting for? Shoot him!”
Miles should listen. He wanted to listen. He wanted to fire.
But if he did that, he’d be shot right back in retaliation. They all would - Quaritch and Chacon included.
Chacon.
Chacon was two feet to his left, his rifle hanging relaxedly on his back… He’d betrayed them. He’d led them to the Na’vi. Miles turned his weapon slowly.
“You don’t want to do that, Spider,” Chacon replied, raising his hands in surrender.
“That’s not my name,” Miles hissed, fury and confusion clouding his thoughts until he wasn’t sure he could think straight any longer.
“Spider.” Miles jumped, turning towards the voice. It was Jake Sully. “It’s okay. We’re here. We’ve got you. It’s all over.”
Feelings and thoughts threatened to flood Miles’s senses as the nostalgia in Jake’s voice hit him like a tonne of bricks. There had been a time when he idolised the man now standing in front of him. If he let them, he knew his memories would break him down and tear him apart. He fought them all off with a vengeance. Overwhelmed, he stumbled back, keeping his gun raised.
“Put the gun down,” Jake said, eyes flickering to his wife.
“You left me…” Miles choked out, barely aware of what he was saying.
“Kill him!” Quaritch roared from behind.
Miles kept his eyes trained on Jake. He hadn’t changed at all, yet Miles could find himself barely remembering what he was supposed to look like.
“I know, but we came back now…”
“Spider?” Another voice, a different voice. Miles didn’t need to cast around for its owner, because the boy that it belonged to emerged from behind a tree beside his father.
Neteyam.
Miles couldn’t help the noise he made when faced with the impossibly real sight of his once brother. Neteyam was really standing in front of him, his forehead taught with concern, eyes deep with longing and a plea for understanding. Even after all this time, Spider could read him so well. “We missed you, Spider,” Neteyam said cautiously, looking him dead in the eyes and ignoring the rifle pointing straight at his heart. “Lo’ak and Kiri especially.”
Something turned off in Spider’s brain. He couldn’t make sense of the situation. Jake and Neteyam couldn’t be real. Kiri and Lo’ak? They were just imaginary. He didn’t know what was happening. He wanted it to end.
“Shoot him, goddamnit Miles! You useless piece of shit!”
Spider didn’t register the sound of a thud followed by a groan that implied someone had just hit Quaritch.
“I- I don’t…”
“Spider,” Neytiri spoke, and Spider spun around with a gasp to point the gun at her. He’d completely forgotten she was here. It was too much. For the first time, she lowered her bow. “We’ve come to bring you home.” No. It was too much.
“Spider, I promise it’s okay,” Jake said from beside Neteyam.
The only thing Spider knew was that if he gave up his weapon, he was giving up control. He couldn’t do that. He gripped it tighter, hand hovering over the trigger…
A heavy clunk. A brutal ache in his temple, and then darkness was all he knew.
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• ALL I SEE IS YOU •
pairing: neteyam x augustine (na'vi/avatar oc, she/her)
summary: a kiss - something so simple, yet filled with consequences…
warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; avatar 2009 references and avatar twow spoilers; young love, slow burn, drama, jealousy, etc.
word count: ~7.2k
• part 2 • eywa’s choice • series •
note: here we are at part two! i am bouncing with joy, so excited to hear your thoughts! worked hard on this one! i’m hoping you guys enjoy it! this made my heart so happy! ♥️ young love for the win!
Neteyam's kiss tastes like honey. Not necessarily something Augustine would have expected. His lips are soft, gentle. The hands on her face warm and sweet. She could live in this moment, paused forever. Her mind reorganizes everything she knows of Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. Hidden behind all the childish thinking, she always found him attractive. Always found comfort and safety in his presence. She admired how great of a warrior he is. How he completed his iknimaya ritual in his first try. How he took the time to help her do the same when it was her turn. How well they worked together when they were younger. How good of a big brother he was to his younger siblings. He was - no, is beautiful. She leans deeply into the kiss - her first kiss.
Yet, Neteyam pulls away from the unexpected embrace. His eyes drawn to anything but Augustine. His hands slowly fall from her cheeks. "I shouldn't have done that," he mutters under his breath. She watches him in complete and utter confusion. She continues to struggle between what is real and what is not. However, she knows that kiss was real. She knows the pain of him pulling away is real too.
"I'll take you home," Neteyam states as he calls out to his ilu. He walks into the water. The waves crashing against his brutal driving force. Augustine, still weak from her drowning, slowly rests her weight back onto her elbows within the warm sand. She coughs, feeling a bit of sea water against her tongue. At this point, confusion does not cover the amount of ambiguity and hopelessness she feels. Neteyam, the one member of the Sully family that she does not have a connection with and yet, now ... What do they have? What is this?
"Augustine, let's go," Neteyam yells out the demand. His eyes on the horizon as he swiftly bonds with his ilu. Augustine shakes her head, her brows pulled together. She slowly stands and begins to walk through the water. She feels tingles down her arms and legs. As she approaches him, she places a gentle hand against the ilu. "Where are we going?" she asks weakly. "We're going back to the village. We are done training for today," he quickly answers. His eyes forward. He still has not looked at her since their kiss.
Augustine chuckles as she waves for him to scoot backwards on the saddle. "What are you laughing at?" Neteyam asks in confusion. He watches as she sits in front of him, hooking her hand upon a notch. "I'm laughing because it appears that you are wanting to forget what just happened on that beach," she replies with a chuckle as she points back towards the shore. She turns around with a smirk to finally catch his eye. "Was I that bad of a kisser, Neteyam?" she adds as her smile falls. He grunts, frustrated that he has to speak of it. Through gritted teeth, he answers, "You were perfect. Breath in." She quickly took a deep breath as he guided the beautiful ilu into the ocean waters.
As Neteyam and Augustine arrived to the Awa’atlu cove, they could both see Tuk and Kiri excitedly watching them amongst the docks. His ilu slowly swims up to the platform. "Hi Tuk," Augustine greets in a sing-song voice. "How was it?!" she asks, bouncing in excitement. Augustine stands upon the saddle. Kiri extends her hand with a smile, helping her stand firmly against the village floor. Neteyam nods towards his sisters and swims off without a word. Kiri and Augustine stand in bewilderment as they watch his silhouette disappear.
"What's wrong with Neteyam?" Tuk asks with a worried voice. She directs her question to her older sister, Kiri, while grabbing her arm. "I'm not sure," Kiri says as she looks to Augustine with a puzzled expression. "Did anything happen out there?" Augustine's lips tighten in a mixture of embarrassment and nerves. "Nothing," she quickly answers. Kiri's brow shoots up as she stares at the slow blush forming on Augustine's cheeks. "Tuk, can you tell Lo'ak to find Neteyam?" Kiri suggests without taking her insightful eyes away from Augustine. Tuk watches the awkward exchange and nods, slowly backing away to find her older brother. Kiri notes she’s starting to get too smart for her own good.
With Tuk at a safe distance, Kiri crosses her arms across her chest. "What happened out there, Augustine?" she asks. Augustine groans as she begins her walk towards the Sully hut. "You're using my full name?" she whines. Kiri skips to catch up to her. Her hand wrapping around her forearm, stopping her in her tracks. "What happened?" she asks again. Her seriousness on full display. Other Metkayina watch, curious of the two four-fingered girls. Augustine grumbles again as she struggles to keep her eyes from Kiri's.
"It's fine. We're fine," Augustine answers, light-heartedly. She tries her best to sound genuine and sincere. Unfortunately, Kiri has a really good bullshit detector. "Gusty, please don't make me ask you a third time," Kiri says as she rolls her eyes. Augustine hisses as she pulls her head down in embarrassment. "We kissed," she shares. Her head slowly raising, curious to her response.
Kiri stares back at her with wide eyes. Her body entirely frozen. Her mouth slightly ajar. "Kiri," Augustine whispers nervously. "Say something." Kiri seemed to snap back into reality when her jaw shuts and she begins to nod. Her lips pursed. Her eyes squint here and there as she processes the shocking information. Augustine could visually see Kiri wrapping her mind around the idea. Suddenly, her finger raises between their bodies. The quick movement startles Augustine. She then places her finger to her lips. "I did not see that coming," she whispers. Her nodding returns.
"Neither did I," Augustine mutters under her breath. Kiri's mouth opens again as she thinks. Her brows pulled together. "But you know he's promised to Pipxì," she adds nonchalantly. Augustine's head sharply turns towards Kiri. Her face expressing a mixture of anger, pain, and confusion. "Okay, so you didn't know," Kiri corrects herself, her eyes to the floor.
"He's promised?" Augustine asks slowly. She struggles to gain Kiri's gaze, but then stares into her eyes. "Yes," she answers quickly. "How long?" Augustine inquires through gritted teeth. "Neteyam has been promised since he turned 18," Kiri solemnly shares. “When he received his warrior rites.” Augustine takes in a big shaky breath. "So a year," she reiterates. Kiri nods.
Augustine clears her throat softly, suddenly feeling like she is choking. "Let's get back to the hut. It's getting late," she says flatly. She walks forward, not caring whether Kiri is following her or not in this moment. Her eyes forward. Not noticing a single curious Metkayina eye. Her heart racing. Her ears getting hot. Her eyes begin to water, but she does her best to reign her emotions in.
She rushes through the hut’s opening. Not a single greeting to those within. Jake's head immediately pops up at her quick movements. He pauses from cleaning his gun. Neytiri holds Tuk's braids in her hands as she turns to look towards the rushing mass. Tuk and Lo'ak seem to be in the middle of a conversation, but stop midway to watch with slightly opened mouths.
Augustine walks over to her resting space. It is tucked between her backpack and the hut's wall. She rests on her side, facing the tan plain leather. Her ears flick as she hears movement behind her. "Augustine," Jake coos behind her. His hand gently rests upon her shoulder as he kneels beside her. Her teeth grind at his touch. She is so angry that it feels as though her skin is on fire. Although the sensation was soft, the overwhelming feeling of rage seeps into each of her pores. The worst part? She doesn’t even know why she is so outraged.
"Augustine," Jake repeats softly. With a deep breath, she turns to look at him over her shoulder. She sees the worry in his tired golden eyes. His nostrils flared and his mouth tight into a firm line. She notes Neytiri focusing on her daughter's hair, while Tuk and Lo'ak desperately attempt to look as though they are not eavesdropping. "Are you okay?" Jake asks, filling the silence. "It's nothing, Toruk-um-Jake," she ends with a nervous laugh. "I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong," he says with a small smile. His brows pinch together in concern. "I don't think you can help me with this one," she weakly replies.
Jake humphs in curiosity. Augustine sits up. Her eyes flicking back towards his. "Is it your dad?" he guesses as he sits in a criss-cross. "I don't know if I want to do much of a guessing game," she awkwardly shares. He laughs, "I can respect that." He grabs onto his chin as he licks and bites his lower lip. "Is there anything I - or we could do to help you feel better?" he asks with the sincerest of intentions.
Augustine takes another breath, breaking their eye contact. "I'm angry," she whispers. "I'm angry and I don't even know why." He nods, his ears flattening. "Some times that happens," he attempts to comfort her. "What do you do when you're angry?" he asks. She looks up to him in confusion. "I don't know," she replies in disbelief. They both remain silent as her mind beings reeling. "I-I usually go running," she answers, a bit of surprise in her expression.
"Do you want to go running?" he asks, his voice calm and monotoned. "Yes," she says with determination. "Do you want to go alone?" he asks, fully prepared to run with her if she so chose. She smiles, looking back towards him. He grins seeing her happiness. "I think so," she nods as she begins to stand up. Jake quickly stands to support her. "Don't go too far," he encourages. She nods and hurriedly walks from the hut.
Augustine glances side to side, looking for a good place to run. As soon as her eyes hit the shore, she rushes towards it. She jumps and skips around the people in the village. She attempts to be careful, but still hears gasps of shock or grunts of annoyance from the others. Finally, her feet land in the hot sand. She closes her eyes and digs her toes deeper into the texture. She opens to see a straight land of sand before her, the ocean to her right. She runs. She runs as fast as she can. Her heart races, but no longer for Neteyam. No longer for the confusion and pain caused by him.
Questions appear every so often in her head. Why did he kiss her? Why would he do that when he was promised to another? Was it a mistake? He saved her life, maybe it was just because of that? Who is this Pipxì? ... Is she prettier? She shakes her head, trying to get the thoughts out. Once she hit a cove of rocks, she turns around to run back to where she started. Back and forth until the feelings float away.
Suddenly, Spider jumps into Augustine's vision. She stops and falls into the sand, desperate not to run into her brother. "What the hell, Spider?" she says as she stands up, towering over him. Kiri runs up behind him. "What did you do?" he asks with agitation written all over his face. "What did I do?" she asks in shock. Her ears flatten behind her as her chest rises in anger. "You and Neteyam went out. And then Neteyam came back all quiet and to himself," he says with annoyance. "And then I have Kiri running to me to come talk to you." A small, awkward smile appears on Kiri's face as she stands between the two hard-headed siblings.
Lo’ak runs up to the group, curious for the drama. He exchanges looks with Kiri. "I didn't do anything, brother," Augustine hisses. "Look, Kiri won't tell me what happened," he starts. "Can you tell me anything?" She looks over to Kiri with hopeful eyes. She is thankful for her trust and good intent. Turning to Lo’ak, her expression returns to its annoyed and angered state. "Who is Pipxì?" she asks. He looks shocked. He did not expect that question at all. "Uh," he says as he turns over to Kiri for support. She gives him nothing with her sustained tiny grin.
"Pip is a well-respected Metkayinan warrior's daughter. Ronal thought she would be a good mate for Neteyam," he answers slowly. His face filled with confusion as he did not understand why one of his closest friends even cared to know who she is. Augustine gradually nods as she sucks her tongue against her teeth. "Show me," she impulsively demands. Her heart sinking at the request, filled with immediate regret. “Sure, Gus," he says with hesitation. Kiri immediately smacks his arm. “Ow, what the hell,” he yells out as he begins to walk forward.
Lo’ak leads the trio back to the village. His eyes scan members of the clan as Kiri trails closely behind him. Augustine looks around, trying to find the prettiest girl she could see. Unfortunately, the Metkayina people are all very beautiful. Her heart starts to race again, nerves branching off into her collarbones. "Hey Pip," he calls out. Her stomach begin to twist and turn. She slowly stops in her tracks. Kiri gently places her hand upon her wrist. "Are you okay?" she whispers. Augustine raises her eyes and nods. Spider watches his sister from afar, still struggling to figure out what the hell was going on.
"Pip, I want you to meet my cuz. This is Augustine," Lo’ak says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. As expected, Pipxì is incredibly gorgeous. Her hair closely resembles the waves of the ocean. It's black and thick locks dangling down to her waist. Her eyes are as light blue as the sea. Her body is thin, yet strong. She has two tattoos that resemble Neteyam's. One of a tree’s silhouette wrapping around the top of her arm and shoulder. Another on her chest of wave crashing down. Her smile sends shivers down Augustine's spine. "Hello, Augustine," Pipxì greets sweetly. "Welcome!" Augustine remains silent, but gestures a Metkayina greeting.
Spider looks towards his sister, waiting for some other interaction. The silence is unbearable as they all smile at each other awkwardly. Kiri hesitantly laughs as she asks, "Pips, do we know if the fruits have come in from the cove people?" Pipxì directs her attention towards her. "Yes, we just got back. I've actually been looking for Neteyam," she says with a smile as she looks past Kiri's shoulders. "Have you seen him?" Augustine winces at his name spoken from her mouth.
“Uh, no! I haven’t yet,” Kiri says with a nervous smile. Pipxì shrugs and maintains that gorgeous grin. “Well, I heard you had your first lesson today,” she says with excitement. Her arm is reached out toward Augustine. “Neteyam’s a great teacher,” she says proudly. “Yeah, I know,” Augustine says under her breath. Her ears flatten and her lips slowly raise over her canines.
“Woah-ho-ho,” Lo’ak forces himself to laugh. “Gusty, you are so funny some times.” Kiri and Spider awkwardly join in the laughter, as Augustine bares holes into Pipxì with her eyes. Pipxì slowly begins to giggle, even her laugh was sweet. “She’s funny,” she adds pointing towards Augustine. “Well, it was nice seeing you, Pips,” Spider interjects, knowing his sister all too well. Kiri gets the hint and quickly turns Augustine around by the shoulders, guiding her back towards the shoreline.
But there, Augustine sees Neteyam. Kiri continues to hold her by the tops of her shoulders and begins to give her one of her famous “mom pep-talks.” However, all Augustine could see is Neteyam. All her other senses deafened. His face looks hurt, but so cold. His eyes meet hers and then quickly trail past her . He watches as Lo’ak talks to Pipxì. His hands become fists. He walks off in anger, cursing under his breath. Augustine follows him with her eyes, a bit of concern forming in her heart.
Spider observes as he looks over Kiri and Augustine. He sees Neteyam’s reaction. His balled up fists. His anger. Putting both his sister and his best friend’s reactions together, he begins to recognize a pattern. As Lo’ak runs up from behind, a disgruntled “shit” escapes Spider’s mouth. It was enough to draw both girls’ attentions. His eyes fall upon Augustine’s in disappointment. “You kissed Neteyam, didn’t you?” he asks. Kiri immediately shrinks. Lo’ak’s hand hits his face so hard the group could hear a cupping sound. “No,” he says under his breath.
Augustine stays silent. Her pained face tells Spider everything he needs to know. “Thank Ewya, Tuk wasn’t here,” Lo’ak laughs off, trying to lighten the mood. “She would run to mom and dad so quick.” With a shake of her head, Augustine raises her hands. “It’s done, Spider,” she says with finality. “He’s still your teacher,” he adds. “Yeah, and it’s still done,” she states. With a roll of her eyes, she walks away from the group.
After some time thinking under the night sky, Augustine makes it back to the Sully hut. She puts on a brave, yet fake smile as she enters. Jake beams at the sight of her. “Feeling better?” he asks. She nods, faking her way through all the complex emotions. “Good night, Jake,” she says with a grin. “Good night, Neytiri. Night, Tuk,” she yells out to the two in the back. They respond with their sweet smiles and gestures.
Augustine rests upon her side once again. Her arms crossed over her chest as tears slowly fall off her nose, between the netting, and onto the sea below. Today was a day of firsts. Would she kiss Neteyam again, knowing the pain and anguish that follows? A question she does not know the answer to, despite the fact that she sees him again tomorrow for more training.
Neteyam paces back and forth. His anger building with every few steps. He is waiting for Lo’ak. He usually comes home with his tail tucked between his legs after a late night visit with Reya. Neteyam desperately wanted to know why. Why was Lo’ak talking to Pip? Why did he bring Augustine with him? Does she know? Shit, does she know?
Augustine was never just a family friend in his eyes. He felt something special about her the second he saw her. He feels it every time he sees her to this day. Being promised to Pip didn’t change anything. What did change was that Augustine was here now. Can he be promised to someone, yet his heart long for another?
"Hey bro," Lo'ak greets with a smile, interrupting Neteyam's thoughts. "What were you doing bringing Augustine to Pip?" he asks, his finger stuck in Lo'ak's face. "Wait, man. What's going on?" he responds with his hands up. "I saw you with Augustine and Pip," Neteyam shares through gritted teeth. His hand now upon Lo'ak's chest, pushing him against a nearby pole. "Does she know?" he asks, clearly stating each word.
Neteyam's face is filled with anguish and worry. His other hand shaking. It cannot decide between an open or fisted hand. Lo'ak nods, confirming his worst nightmares. Lo’ak watches his brother in concern. He has never seen him like this. They have had arguments before, but this is something different. "Neteyam, brother. Relax," he says softly. "Take a breath." With a growl, Neteyam pushes against his brother's chest and walks away. He breathes in deeply and out sharply through his nostrils.
Lo'ak holds his head down, peering up through his brows to continue watching his older brother. Neteyam catches his glance and watches as he puts the pieces together. It finally clicks and Lo'ak's head raises back. He nods with now sadness on his face. "I don't need your pity, Lo'ak," Neteyam hisses. He begins to pace back and forth once again. "You love her," Lo'ak whispers, trying to understand his brother.
Neteyam's head shoots up towards him. His mouth in a tighter line than before. His chin begins to wobble. He is losing control. He pulls his eyes away from his brother, desperate to shut down his feelings. "I am promised to Pip," he mutters under his breath. "But you love Augustine," Lo'ak adds. Neteyam rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "You don't get it," he says, throwing his hands up.
"I do, brother," Lo'ak pleads. He walks over towards Neteyam. He hesitantly places a hand to his shoulder. Neteyam initially brushes it off, but then welcomes it. "If you don't love Pip, you don't have to go through with it," Lo'ak softly says. "Lo'ak," he replies with incredulous laughter. "It's expected of me." Lo’ak shakes his head. “No, you have a choice,” he says as he squeezes Neteyam’s shoulder. Their eyes connect again.
“Ewya chooses, not I,” Neteyam whispers. “Ewya didn’t choose you to be with Pip. Ronal interpreted that. She decided that,” Lo’ak says, pulling his hand away. “Who am I promised to?” he asks, taking a step back. “Reya,” Neteyam answers quickly, confused to his brother’s point. “But according to Ronal, I am not,” Lo’ak says with inflection in his voice. “Ewya put this love in my chest, love for Reya, just as she put the air in my lungs. Ronal can be wrong.” Neteyam hushes Lo’ak, closing the space between them. “Tsahìk is never wrong,” he says with a lower tone. He is concerned for his brother. He was always outspoken, always questioned traditions but for him to say this? He would become a true outcast from the Metkayina.
Lo’ak takes a deep breath, attempting to let out the frustration he has already held onto so long about his own relationship. “Grandmother was wrong,” he says as he stares into Neteyam’s worried eyes. “Tsahìk Mo’at was wrong. She had Tsu’tey and Mom promised to each other.” It was Lo’ak’s turn to watch the gears begin to move within Neteyam’s mind. That finally his stance was clicking. He is understanding. “Ewya chose Mom and Dad,” Neteyam states slowly. “Yes, skxwang,” Lo’ak says, pushing his hand off of his chest.
Neteyam's eyes fall upon Lo'ak. A small smile forms upon his face. "I choose Augustine," he says. The words feel foreign, but they also feel like words that have been dying to come out. He loves her strength. How great of a warrior she is. How he could always trust her at his side, knowing every step before he takes it. He loves her beauty. Her lips were supple and sweet. Her hair, as crazy as she is - as beautiful as she is. Her eyes always opened wide, always trying to take everything in. He loves her intelligence, her curiosity. How she could be the first Tsahìk who practices both types of medicine. She would be an unstoppable force - she already is.
"Let's go to bed, bro," Lo'ak smiles as he guides Neteyam back towards the family hut. "You're going to need all your energy to win her back." He laughs playfully as Neteyam's head whooshes towards him. Lo'ak laughs even harder when he realizes that his brother hasn’t fully grasped how deep in shit he was until now.
The two quietly tip toe into the hut. Careful not to disturb their sleeping family. Kiri and Tuk are snuggled together as usual. Their parents holding each other while they sleep like always. Spider off in a corner with his own supply of alien air. Finally, Neteyam’s eyes fall on Augustine. He stops dead in his tracks. Lo’ak smacks right into his back. “Ow,” he says as he holds his nose. Little did they know, the two brothers did wake up one of the Sully’s. Jake’s ears picked up on them before his eyes even opened. He rests still, but listens in to his sons' conversation.
Neteyam watches the warrior he’s chosen. She rests peacefully against the netted floor. Her eyelids fluttering with incredible dreams, he’s sure. Her hair all over the place. One of her braids wrapped around her wrist. Every so often she lets out a rather loud snore, which he finds unbelievably adorable. A smile sprawls across his face as he remains still. "You know, back when we were younger and Augustine would sleep over with Kiri," he whispers back to his brother. His eyes still on the girl. "I would always catch a glimpse of her before I fell asleep. Just to make sure she was comfortable, safe. Also, so I have a chance to see her actually peaceful and calm," he adds with a laugh.
Jake smiles as his arms wrap against his mate. He cuddles his chin into Neytiri's shoulder. She nuzzles against him in her sleep. His smile stems from the truth he's known about his eldest son for as long as he remembers. His son has always had a fascination with Augustine. It was cute. Norm and Jake would often joke about it over a couple rationed beers. With her travels to the Metkayina's islands, the two had bet on how long it would take for them to fall for each other. No one expected a day.
"Bro, that's weird," Lo'ak says with a chuckle as he slides past Neteyam's broad shoulders. He throws up his hand, chalking his brother up to not understanding. "Maybe one day you'll understand, Lo'ak," he whispers under his breath. With one last smile, he walks over to his bed. As he struggles to sleep, he thinks of ways he could win back Augustine's good side.
Augustine wakes to Neteyam's hand on her shoulder. His touch welcomed and warm. Without much thought, she places her hand upon his - turning around to see him. "Good morning, warrior princess," he says with a smirk as he crouches beside her. As she slowly opens her eyes, she smiles at his gentle face. And then it all comes rushing back... Pipxì. She pulls his arm from him and places her weight back onto her elbows. His face drops, but he quickly shifts his expression to neutral as he understands her anger.
Neteyam stands, attempting not to let in the hurt he just felt. "I'll meet you by the shore," he says as he stands. He sucks in his lips as he walks off. Augustine watches him with a lump in her throat. She did not mean to hurt him, but he hurt her. He hurt her more than she ever thought possible. That kiss unlocked feelings within her she never expected, never shed light on. It's beyond confusing.
"Gus." Augustine's ears perk up as she turns to follow the bellowing voice. It was Jake. Her ears flatten, as a quick worry spreads across her chest. Her body is still trying to decide whether she’s speaking to her Olo'eyktan or just “Uncle Jake.” She stands straight as she peers into the eyes of the great warrior. Jake smiles, and nods back towards his son who fled the scene. “Let him make it up to you,” he says with amusement.
Augustine sits up as she rubs one of her tired eyes. She stands to meet Jake. “You don’t even know what he’s done,” she says as she stares blankly into the eyes before her. Her glance could be perceived as a challenge, yet here she is - not having a care in the world. Not like she used to. “I know my son,” he smiles as he takes a step back. “As much as he’s smart like his mother, he’s also dumb like me - well, when it comes to this anyway.” She glances over his face. This vulnerable side of him was new to her.
“Just give him a chance. That’s all I’m saying,” Jake says with a shrug and his hands up. He walks back towards his things, a sly grin on his face. Augustine watches as he turns around. Her ears raise again, her tail moving normally. She hates to admit it, but the anger in her body has subsided with a full night’s sleep. Now, all she has to hold onto is hurt. The question “why” keeps swimming in her mind. The only “chance” she will be giving is the opportunity for him to explain himself.
As she walks towards the shore, she notices Neteyam holding two ilus in the water. The water’s surface resting against his lower back and hip line. His back is towards her as his arm pets an unfamiliar ilu’s face and neck. Beside him, she recognizes the beautiful black ilu from yesterday’s lesson. This scene was so perfect. She wishes she could take a picture, but she settles on the memory.
“Neteyam,” Augustine calls out, as she begins to tread through the water. He turns around with a small, solemn smile. “This is your ilu,” he says softly as she finally joins him in the water. The water line meets half way up her stomach. Her eyes grow wide as she stares down at the incredible darkened ilu’s skin with flecks of blue and orange throughout its body.
With a huge smile on her face, Augustine looks back to Neteyam with eager eyes. It was enough to break his saddened smile, enough where his cheeks rose and squinted his vision. “She’s beautiful,” she says as her hand excitedly lands on his shoulder. “Ilu is not like ikran,” he shares as he nods, guiding her to step onto the ilu’s saddle. She giggled as she jumps onto the ilu. “She may have many riders in her lifetime,” he adds as he places a steady hand at her side. “But only one at a time.”
Her brow raised as her face turned towards him. She bites her lip, desperate not to say anything about “one at a time.” She will follow Jake’s advice, give him at least a chance to share the logic behind what happened yesterday. “Make the bond,” Neteyam says. He jumps onto his ilu with such grace. He gently tethers himself and with a quick smirk, he dives into the water.
Augustine excitedly reaches for her queue and bonds with the ilu. With any tsaheylu made, she feels a rush of energy as she connects with the incredible animal. The cool air through her lungs. The water no longer cold to the touch, now warm and comfortable. Follow, she thinks as the ilu dives under the surface. She feels an incredible sense of pleasure with being under water, more than ever before. It is like an unbelievable blanket of safety.
All of a sudden, she could see everything with such clarity. What she thought was beautiful before was a complete lie. There was so much more she was missing. The different variants of colors across the corals. Translucent fishes she never even saw before. The way the ocean water changes beyond the reefs. It is not as clear cut as before. She can see the layers, how and where the sea begins to change it’s colors. She cannot help but smile, taking it all in. She could stay underwater forever.
Her eyes finally fall upon Neteyam before her. He is so closely in tune with his ilu. They move together so easily it is unbelievable. His braids flow behind him. His legs strong and held perfectly against the saddle. In a single second, her mind wishes that she could be in front of him again - them both on his ilu. After the events of yesterday, she wants to go back and enjoy those times, as opposed to being incredibly annoyed. His arms are tight against his saddle’s notches. The strength he shows in his biceps catches her off guard. However, any time he is around, she feels an abundance of protection - not that she needs it.
And with her incredible love of underwater living and it’s beautiful sights, Augustine forgot to hold on tight against the notches of her ilu’s saddle. She begins to feel the power of the water rushing against her. The ilu must have felt every single moment of her excitement, in turn becoming excited herself. Her slim body swimming faster and faster with each second of awe and wonder. She begins to feel the water pull against her face. Her hair starting to pull, as opposed to being dragged behind her. She struggles to keep her eyelids open. Her grip loosening by each knuckle of her hand, until finally she is holding on for dear life with the tips of her fingers. And then…
Augustine falls off of her ilu. Pain shoots through her queue as her connection is ripped away. She tumbles against the ocean’s current and the current her ilu leaves behind. She spins and spins until she struggles to discern which way is up. Finally, she spots the sun. She involuntarily checks for where her tail is. After determining it is not caught, she places all her strength in swimming towards the glowing light.
In what felt like forever, she breeches the water with a huge gasping breath. Her arms splashing against the darkened water. She is far from the cove. She quickly looks around in an attempt to spot Neteyam. All she could see are the reefs, the large rocks springing from the waves, and Awa'atlu in the far far distance. How did she manage to get herself in another life-or-death situation?
Augustine calls out to her ilu, knowing that there is a good chance that she may never come. She sets out to slowly swim towards a small rock formation a third of the way to shore. She attempts to conserve her strength. She practices her breathing, just as Neteyam taught her. She trusts herself. She trusts her ability to get back to shore. Her mind never faltered, not once giving up hope.
Despite the crashing waves against her body, she pushes and pushes until she is finally able to land a swollen hand against the rock. With a growl, she crawls herself up the smoothed rock. Her breath harsh against its wet surface. "Shit," she whines as she pulls herself up to its very top. "Why does this keep happening?" she groans as she rests onto her back. Her eyes close as she lies beneath the sun's warm rays.
"Why does what keep happening?" Augustine hears. She quickly jumps up from her intended cat nap. She sucks her tongue against her teeth as she watches Neteyam climb atop the rock. He has both ilus resting beside them. "I thought I was stranded," she whispers, knowing he will make fun of her. She pulls her knees to her chest. She wraps her arms around her legs. "No," he laughs. "I was always right here with you, warrior princess." A smirk pulls to the side of his mouth. He sits down in front of her, crossing his ankles together with his knees up.
"So," Augustine starts as she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. "Any notes, teach'?" Neteyam laughs to himself. His head pulls down before he looks back up at her. “One note,” he says, trying to sound formal. She laughs watching his ridiculous self. “Hold on tighter?” he suggests with a shrug. She rolls her eyes as they both laugh with an awkward decrescendo.
“I - uh,” Neteyam starts, but begins to shake his head. “I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn’t have kissed you.” Augustine’s brow raises, her lip pulls to one side. “And,” he says with a laugh under his breath in response to her expression. He clears his throat, attempting to be serious once again. “I’m sorry for how you found out about Pip. I’m sure that was all very confusing.”
She looks around, ready to ask the question she’s been holding onto for hours. She begins to notice several of the Metkayina in the waters, fishing and playing about - only a few meters away. She holds her head down. Some how him saying “Pip” brought all the pain and confusion back. He watches her with concern, desperately analyzing the little parts of her face that he can see. He struggles to keep himself from reaching out to her, holding her. “Why did you kiss me?” she mumbles against her knees. He hears her speak but cannot understand. “Can you say that again?” he says, crawling closer towards her. His hand naturally falls upon her forearm.
Augustine slowly raises her head to meet Neteyam’s worried eyes. “Why did you kiss me, Neteyam?” she asks clearly. He takes in a shaky breath as he breaks his gaze. After a short period of silence, she tightens her embrace around her knees. “I was happy,” he starts. She keeps her eyes down, but hangs onto each of his words. “I thought I lost you,” he recalls. A wince pulls across his face. Shaking it off, he continues, “I was so scared and then you woke back up and I was just so happy, I-I kissed you.”
She raises her eyes to look at him. Unsurprisingly, his explanation did not make her feel better. “So, it was an accident,” she reiterates, trying to understand. “Yes and no,” he answers. His heart pains to see her this way. It desperately calls for his arms to be around her. “I didn’t plan on it,” he shares. He bites his lip as he feels nerves tighten his chest. With his eyes on hers, he murmurs, “But it is something I’ve wanted since as long as I can remember.”
Augustine’s eyes quickly change from sadness to exciting curiosity. “What?” she says with a crack to her voice, nervous giggles escape her throat. A smile spreads across her face so quickly she places her hand over her mouth to hide it. “Augustine,” he says as he now sits in front of her. His hand holding hers. She watches his movements in awe, as though the unbelievable is transpiring before her very eyes.
“When I think of my future, all I see is you,” Neteyam whispers as he squeezes her hand. “All I’ve ever wanted was to be with you.” Her heart starts to pound as she watches him with wide eyes. The boy she’s known all her life. The one that never gave her the time of day when she played with the Sully children. The one who always watched her from afar. She always thought he hated her, or at the very least disliked her. With this new information, he rewrites their history.
Augustine shakes her head, dropping her hand from his touch. “How can you say all this when you are promised to P - to that girl?” she asks. Her mouth forms a thin line as her eyes become protective daggers against him. Neteyam smiles as he notes her unwillingness to speak her name. “I don’t love her,” he says. “I love you. I-I see you.” Her heart drops as she watches the sincere eyes of the boy before her. He slowly places a hand to her chest, another to her cheek. The entire world falls away. There is only the two of them. “I see you, Augustine,” he murmurs. “I always have.”
She looks down to his hand pressed against her chest. She feels the wind blowing through her hair, pushing her focus further onto the warmth of his palm. With a deep sigh, she attempts to speak. “Neteyam,” she begins. “I don’t want to hurt any more than I already do. I don’t want to watch you muntxa si that girl,” she says with disgust as her eyes well. He shakes his head, as his hands grasp hers. “No, Augustine, I won’t,” he says sternly. “You are promised, Neteyam,” she mutters as her eyes catch his again.
“I will break that promise,” Neteyam states with finality. “I completed my rites. I choose my mate.” He brushes his fingers against her cheek once again. “I choose you,” he coos. She leans into his touch, struggling to keep her tears in. This level of emotions is unfamiliar to her. Abruptly, he drops his hand from her face. She feels her body ache at the lack of his body against hers. “But you must choose me as well,” he murmurs. “And for you, I would wait a lifetime.”
A tear falls from Augustine’s eyelashes as she grabs hold of his hand and places it upon her chest once again. She watches as he scans her face. It leaves a smile upon his lips. With a rush of emotions, she places her hands behind his head and pulls him in for a deep kiss. She swears she sees sparks as soon as their lips touch. Her eyes close and she breathes in his air. Neteyam’s hand remains at her chest, while another wraps around her waist.
He gently guides her back down onto the rock as he rests lightly atop of her. She hooks her leg around his as his hands explore her soft hair. His tongue lightly brushed against her lips. As her lips instinctually separate, her tongue crashes against his in a bright and wonderful embrace. She loves how he feels. How he tastes. Her mind finally presents an imaginary future with Neteyam as her mate. How it was somehow always him. This feels unbelievably right. As his grip tightens around her body, she pulls him further on top of her. His braids tickle her cheeks as he presses firmly against her lips. His hand travels from her chest to her upper thigh. His movements so sensual and filled with love and adoration.
“Neteyam,” a wobbly familiar voice calls softly. His ears flatten as he immediately pulls from their kiss. Augustine’s eyes slowly open to see Pipxì standing over them. Her hands to her hips. Her tail tense. Her ears flattened and one side of her lip pulled. She feels vulnerable with her towering over her. Her gut screams at her to move, to move to a better defensive position but she is frozen with fear. “Pips, I can explain,” he calls after her. The act turns Augustine’s stomach.
Pipxì throws her hand towards him, cursing as she walks down the stone. She quickly calls for her ilu and dives into the water. Without a second thought, Neteyam jumps onto his saddle and rapidly sinks beneath the surface to chase her. Augustine is left alone on the rock, left with an unfinished feeling. She places her hand to her neck as her tears finally cascade down her cheeks. She feels Metkayina eyes on her, judging her from afar. They all bare witness to her embarrassing display of love with someone who has already been publicly promised to a great warrior’s daughter. If she had even the slightest chance to be fully welcomed into the Metkayina people, she has just lost it by disrespecting their traditions in front of them all. She has disrespected the all great Mother in their eyes. Her heart sinks to her stomach as she is still left with the unbearable question: Why?
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The blood of children
Chapter 3
They hadn’t managed to drive the RDA off completely.
Quaritch had had a chance to raise his son before the Na’vi attacked, before his precious boy had been hurt.
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[fic] Dear Sword and Curse
the king’s avatar, yuhuang + blue rain. humor, getting together, epistolary fic. aka the secret big bang fic!
Total Length: 10k words
Written for QZGS Big Bang 2023 - with amazing art by Shirou!!!
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An AU where everything is the same except Blue Rain has an advice column.
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