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harrysonlylover · 5 months

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Blazers & Cravings*

Summary:Some moments of spice and fluff during Y/n’s pregnancy featuring Harry’s infatuation.

Trope: CEO!H

Wc: 3.5k

Warnings: Cravings, smut, lactation kink, feral and primal harry, overstimulation, crying from pleasure, pregnancy talk.

A/n: I reckon she’s around 5 months pregnant here <3 also please don’t read if you dislike lactation kinks.

CEO H MASTERLIST

Every single moment in Y/n’s pregnancy was valuable to Harry. He needed to be present during the highs and lows, it was his duty.

He would never refuse her a request—not only is she bearing his child, but she’s also his lover.

Creating a small version of themselves in her womb for 9 exhausting months isn’t as smooth—not one bit but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to make it easier for her.

Harry knew that he was lovestruck but he never imagined that it would keep on growing.

How can he be so in love? How can his heart expand this much?

He watches her brushing her hair, rubbing cream on her bump, laying on her side with a protective hand on her belly and he falls in love all over again.

He observes the antics that she developed after pregnancy—pouting her lips and rubbing her belly when she’s hungry, scrunching her nose when a smell doesn’t appeal to her, sniffling softly when she buys a new onesie. And of course, his heart explodes a million times.

He had seen how other men treat their partners and fought the urge to punch them. He didn’t understand how men could mistreat the woman they “love”. They weren’t men in his opinion.

Y/n was his everything.

His lover, the mother of his child, his partner, his savior, his guardian angel, his fiancée…

Their wedding had to be postponed since peanut was on the way, and Harry was completely okay with that. But when he remembered that he couldn’t call her his wife, his entire day would be ruined.

Eventually, he bought her a new Cartier ring and asked her to wear it on her left hand. An indication of being wed. She didn’t object at all since they were technically married.

Harry was itching to see a wedding ring on her finger, it was just a replacement so he could delight in knowing that everyone would see that she was taken.

But when the time comes, and the wedding happens—he’ll buy her another ring.

It was as if a weight was moved off his chest when she placed the ring on—but he didn’t expect that it would open Pandora’s box for him.

He loved that they were engaged, he really did. But once his eyes were set on the sight of her left hand resting on her bump, he was gone for.

Y/n was completely his.

The other sights that made him dizzy were during sex. They already fucked like rabbits but pregnant Y/n was on a whole other level.

He was about to fuck her a few nights ago when he noticed her ring that she didn’t take off once. Ideally, he didn’t miss the chance of making her finger herself as he stared at her arousal and wedding ring.

It took him a while to register that he can’t fuck her every time he spotted her ring, or that not all men get this urge.

She had been feeling grumpy lately, snapping at anything around her and giving Harry a hard time. He didn’t reply back or get angry, he believed that she had every right to act this way.

To deal with that, he had lots of solutions. But recently, he decided to book them a table at a new restaurant that opened downtown.

He disliked going to the company when he could just work from home. But some procedures require his presence, and he had to part from Y/n after muttering curses under his breath.

He drove home eagerly with a smile planted on his face as he set foot inside their house. Y/n was getting ready just when he arrived, but she was antsy again.

“Love, what happened?” He walked slowly, loosening his tie as he spoke.

She was seated on their bed, still in her robe with her arms crossed over her bump. He held himself back from laughing because she wasn’t even close to anger—not with how cute she looked.

“I don’t have anything to wear!” She huffed in annoyance.

Harry glanced behind him to the little corner leading to another room that held their shared closets filled with her designer clothes.

“I’m sure you don’t baby. What can I do?” He kneeled in front of her and grabbed her hand for a quick kiss on her knuckles.

“The clothes are tight on my bump. I want to be comfy.” She whispered with a pout on her face.

“What about the new dress I got you?”

“I don’t want to wear a dress.” She shrugged her shoulders while caressing her bump.

“Alright, come with me.” He helped her get off the bed and wrapped a protective arm around her body.

He stood in front of his closet and scanned it with his eyes, before grabbing a blazer and giving it to Y/n.

“Here, try this on.” The blazer was oversized on her body and wrapped around her bump perfectly.

Harry’s size was significantly different than Y/n’s so when she wore the blazer, it reached just above her knee. It was a black Gucci blazer and had her looking like a real trophy wife.

“Pleased now baby?” He led her to the mirror and kissed her temple.

There was something so attractive about wearing Harry’s clothes. Deep down, they both got turned on by that, but especially Harry.

He placed his hand on her bump that was covered with his blazer, as he admired her body through the mirror.

“Hmm, this can work.” She tipped her head backward to meet his face, catching his lips in a kiss.

His grumpy baby was happy again and that was all he wanted.

“Let me get you a mini shorts to wear under.” He quickly fetched it and went down on his knees to help her wear it so that she didn’t have to bend down.

“Heels?”

“I want to but what if it hurts my feet?”

“We won’t walk. And if it hurts then you’ll take them off and I’ll carry you.”

The heels weren’t extremely bad, she was able to walk in them properly. Harry carried her bridal style from the door to the car since he had a Range Rover that was hard to climb into.

He played songs from a playlist that she made, and held her left hand, leaving kisses on her knuckles and engagement ring.

The restaurant wasn’t that far, it was barely a ten minute drive filled with cheek kisses and rubbing Y/n’s hand.

The interior design of the restaurant was quite luxurious, just what he fancied. As a CEO, he received loads of invitations from restaurants with Michelin stars, just so that they could say that Harry Styles dined in.

Y/n went through the menu a billion times and still couldn’t pick something. Her cravings were merciless.

“Harry, my cravings are so bad.” She groaned and leaned her body against him. They never sat facing each other.

“What do you have in mind, honey? Italian? Chinese? Middle eastern? Seafood?” He browsed the menu with her.

“I can’t choose!” She set down the menu from frustration.

He rubbed her shoulders and signaled for the waiter before giving him the menus back and ordering.

“I want everything on the menu please.”

Harry did anything he could to please her.

When the food arrived, Y/n forgot that Harry existed and focused on taming her cravings. Old Wives’ tales say that if a woman craves sweets then she’s pregnant with a girl; if she craves salty foods then it’s a boy.

At this point—Y/n knew nothing. She ate every single thing from both categories. Chinese fried rice, Italian Pizza, Hamburger, San Sebastian cake, Tacos, Crêpes, French Beef.

Not only were her cravings intense but she also got more hungry than usual, no matter how much she ate. She also didn’t care about the looks she got at the restaurant. She was a pregnant woman and eating on behalf of two human beings or more.

Besides, as if Harry would allow anyone to stare in a wrong way.

“What do you want me to put on your plate baby?” He wiped her mouth with a napkin, paying more attention to her food intake than his.

“Maybe the dumplings?” She answered as she chewed on spicy pickles.

Harry hummed approvingly, pouring the food into her plate with his other hand rubbing back.

“Why aren’t you eating?” She looked at him with a full mouth, and sauce coating the corners of her mouth lips.

“Don’t worry about me, baby.” He chuckled, grabbing the napkin again and moving his hand to rest on her bump.

He would give her and their child the world. They only need to ask.

Harry doesn’t usually leave his phone away from him.

But he did this time, and boy did he regret it. He had an important meeting with a business partner who arrived early at the company. They sat in Harry’s office,drank coffee, and moved to the meeting room once the other members arrived.

Due to the rush, Harry forgot all about his phone and didn’t realize it until he walked into his office again and saw 3 missed calls from Y/n.

He nearly fucking fainted on the spot.

She rarely called him, she preferred texting which meant that something was wrong with her. He muttered curses under his breath as his hands shakily dialled her number.

He grabbed his car keys and was running out of his office just as she picked up her phone.

“Hello.”

“Y/n?! Baby fuck wha—are you okay?” His blood pressure definitely wasn’t stable.

“I am. Why?” She answered calmly which relieved him but also confused him.

“What do you mean? You called me three times.” He let out a breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

“Well yeah, this is all because of you.” She sighed heavily.

“What are you talking about?”

“This! You stuck your cock inside, knocked me up and now I’m like a woman in heat 24/7.” She shouted as if she was genuinely annoyed.

“Yeah? And what do you want me to do?” He asked in a deep tone.

“I don’t care what you have. Come home and fuck your baby mama.” She threatened and ended the call.

Harry stormed through the front door of his house, he threw his phone and keys somewhere on the sofa and headed toward the bedroom.

As expected, Y/n was lying on the bed with only his shirt covering her upper body.

“Took you long enough.” She rolled her eyes and spread her legs instantly. She had no panties on and her pussy was glistening with wetness.

Everything she did made him go nuts. The way she surrendered her body to him at any given time.

“Spreading your legs for your husband already?” That was the first time he referred to himself as her “husband”.

“This is your doing.” She brought her left hand to her pussy and rubbed her vulva with her fingers, making sure to show it off to him.

He walked slowly as his eyes watched her intensely and took his clothes off. Harry was rich enough to buy her a ring that was more shiny than her wet pussy.

“I work hard all day and you made me return home because you’re cock obsessed?” He climbed on their bed and towered over her. The moment these words left his lips—she knew that she’d be ruined when they were done.

“Fuck me, please.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes, as if it physically pained her to not have him inside her.

“Is that what you want? Hmm?” He unzipped his pants and took off his boxers. His cock was hard simply from knowing that his pregnant wife can’t stay without his cock for long. It stood against his stomach, with a swollen tip and veins that scratched the itch in her pussy.

She looked at his cock like it was her meal. He moved his body closer to her and placed his hands on her legs, spreading them even wider.

“Eyes up here cockslut.” He raised her chin with his finger before inserting it inside her mouth.

He had been sweet with her for a while but now? He brought “Daddy” out to play.

Every passing second without Harry’s cock inside her was miserable. The feeling of being empty had her core aching.

“I missed you.” She whispered softly.

“Didn’t I fuck you nice and sweet this morning? Hmm mama, tell me.” He pressed a soft peck to her lips.

“Yeah you did but—“

“So you know you’re greedy.” He tsked, moving away from her face and focusing on her shiny cunt.

“Let’s see if my load is still here, or if your pussy is greedy just like you and swallowed it up.” He plunged two fingers inside without a warning making her grip the sheets. His rings were still on and cold compared to her extremely warm walls.

“Hmm just as I expected. Completely snug inside. Can’t help taking my load.” His fingers were slowly massaging her walls as she squirmed beneath him.

She felt tears welling in her eyes at the feeling, her hormones weren’t helping and she just needed to be fucked.

“Not so surprised though. That’s exactly how I knocked you up.” He adored reminding her that he owned her—that she was bearing his child, that she was such a good wife and took his seed.

He didn’t even need to move his fingers inside her pussy. They slid in perfectly from her arousal and his cum. Her clenches pulled his fingers in a desperate manner.

“What a slutty cunt. Pulling anything that enters it inside.” He moved his pointer and middle finger inside her warm walls while his thumb teased her swollen clitoris. It had her arching her back and holding on to his biceps.

“Give me your cock—please.” Her begging was so erotic to him. His pupils dilated just from looking at her and seeing her so helpless, that only his cock can fix it.

“I already gave it to you this morning, how many times do you need it a day?” He teased as he continued pleasing her with his fingers. His eyes fell on her covered upper using his shirt and immediately reached out to raise it.

“M—many times.” She struggled to let out coherent words, overwhelmed by hormones.

Harry had to take a deep breath to balance himself, he did so many times because of her beauty but this time? His primal instincts couldn’t handle the sight of her—so raw and tender, just for him.

Messy hair strands spread across her flushed cheeks as she rested on her back, her legs open for him with a protruding bump. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers, dripping like a honey waterfall down to the sheets. The heat that radiated off her pussy was so lustful, warming up his entire body.

And of course, her breasts. Full and swollen with milk, bigger areoles begging him to take a taste. He had done so before when she whined and whined about how heavy and full it felt.

How could he deny her relief?

“Look at my baby, admitting that she’s a cockslut so proudly.” He tore his hand away from her pussy, causing wet squelching sounds to fill the room from how wet she was, followed by her whimpers.

He brought the same hand—filled with her wetness to her breast, holding it so tenderly in his hand and tainting it with the arousal.

Harry’s hand was big, perfect for holding both of her hands or using it as a necklace for her pretty neck—and still, it could barely cup one of her breasts.

Once he squeezed her hard nipple, tears began coating her cheeks. Her cunt was clenching around nothing—needing to be filled.

“Oh poor baby, need me to empty these breasts? Hmm?” He kissed her tears and moved the hair strands away from her face.

“Uh—yes.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, needing some sort of friction or warmth. Anything to soothe the ache in her core.

Harry closed his mouth around her sore nipple and suckled. It brought her a huge relief that he delighted in. Of course, she can use pumps to sort it out but not while he’s present.

“My perfect wife, gonna feed our children with these gorgeous breasts?” He hummed, clearly enjoyed her lactating tits. She didn’t know whether she was rolling her eyes at the sensation, or his usage of words. Children. The thought of him knocking her up over and over again has her grinding against him.

She laced her fingers in his hair, urging him to continue sucking. It didn’t take her long to begin dripping and he took every single drop inside his mouth.

“Perfect body… providing for our baby.” He never stops praising her, even during sex. His chin was covered in her milk as he aggressively suckled on both breasts.

He was a starved man—feral for the woman he knocked up.

Her entire body was on fire, his cock was poking her thigh and she couldn’t help but grind herself on him for friction. Her breaths were labored, and her mind hazy from the overstimulation to her breasts.

He was addicted to her taste, sometimes he spent his entire afternoon with his head under her shirt, suckling and relieving her from the heaviness.

“So full and heavy baby.” He moaned audibly when the milk flowed heavily down her chest. She withered beneath him, surrendering herself to his touch completely.

“Too m—much.” The overstimulation had her crying even more as she pulled his mouth away from her nipple.

His face was flushed with rosy lips from being overworked with suckling. His pupils were dilated and his mouth was open in awe as he breathed heavily.

He licked the remaining milk of his lips and kissed her deeply as their tongues clashed. His thumb wiped her tears away before he whispered in her ear.

“Does this cunt need its Baby Daddy’s cock? Hmm?” He brought his hand down to her pussy and slapped it lightly making her body jerk forward.

“Please. It hurts so bad.” She mumbled, roaming her hands all over his body.

He wasted no time in lining himself up with her entrance and thrusting inside. He didn’t even need to push—her cunt was so wet that it slid in perfectly like it was molded for his cock.

“Fucks sake.” He groaned, taking in the feeling of her velvety walls clenching heavily against his thick length.

The sight of relief washing over her face was like a movie scene in his mind. Let alone the milk slowly dripping down her chest.

“Like a proper cat in heat, eh?” He pulled away only to thrust in harder. Her mind was blank, nothing but the idea of Harry’s cock fucking her cunt and using it.

“Just needed me to stick my cock in. Legs open to show me your slutty pussy.” Her whines were music to his ears. They filled the room along with the wet squelching sounds from her wetness that already coated his pelvis.

He didn’t mind that her bump was in the way—he towered over her as much as he could while drilling into her hot pussy. The warmth of it was unbelievable—it made him flushed and sweaty. Her pussy was so fucking warm.

“C’mon sweetheart, cum for me.” She smiled at him feeling so lost in pleasure. He was hitting her spot as usual, the veins along his cock and its thickness had her rolling her eyes and mumbling “Daddy” now and then.

He wanted to correct her and say “Baby Daddy” but he doubted that her cock obsessed brain was focused.

“I—Cu—.” Her hormones weren’t gentle with her, she could do nothing but take his cock.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. Cum for me.” He slowed down, giving her deep strokes as he kissed her temple.

Their bodies had a secret language formed by them. They came at the same time, making electric sparks go through their bodies. Sex was something sacred for them—the aftermath of cumming was always the best. Seeing her pink face sighing in ecstasy, knowing that he pleasured her.

His load leaked out and dripped down her thigh, despite him being inside her.

“Open your eyes for me, pretty girl.” She did as he asked, making him smile upon seeing her pretty irises.

“Did such a good job for me.” He kissed her cheeks, eyes, lips, nose, and temple. Her smiles were all that he needed.

“I love you.” She whispered.

“Me more my darling.” He whispered back.

He stayed inside of her for a while, allowing her to relish the feeling of being full with his cum. Eventually, he had to dismiss her whines and carry her to the bathtub that he filled with hot water and lavender-scented bath bombs.

She sat inside with her back to his chest as he rested his hand on her bump.

“Do you think I’m pregnant with a boy or a girl?” She turned her head to him.

“Do you want to find out?”

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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Captain Save a Hoe - Tsu'tey x Avatar!Reader

i know, i know, the title...

summary: grumpy tsu’tey having to take care of a clumsy avatar!reader, and eventually warming up to her // tsu'tey being a captain-save-a-hoe for 1.7k words straight

wc: 1.7k

a/n: basically, i didn't know where to go with this, so i'm posting it like a blurb bc you guys told me to. there won't be a continuation to this, i just love grumpy tsu'tey, he's so hot

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“Watch your feet,” Tsu’tey throws an angry glance at you, as you stumble through the thick bushes, trying to catch up to him.

Tsu’tey didn’t like dreamwalkers, hell, he almost killed one a few years back, if he hadn’t been stopped. But Tsu’tey especially didn’t like the ones that were awkward and weak in their disguised bodies, asking stupid questions, and constantly getting themselves into trouble. So of course, he was angry when Jake ordered him to keep an eye on you.

“Tsu’tey,” you breathe out, “Please wait for me.”

Despite the strength that your new body possesses, you struggle to keep up with Tsu’tey, feeling like a helpless child in comparison. He walks fast, treating this like another mission that he desperately wants to get over with. Tsu’tey doesn’t really care that Jake welcomed you into the clan for the help you offered. Or that the maps you've made could save the Omaticaya from future attacks by the sky people. What are a few more attacks on him? Tsu’tey relished in destroying the massive flying ships, he could go against them without your help any day.

From the moment you embarked on your journey to the science facility to retrieve some of your equipment, it seemed like Tsu’tey’s luck had run out. As if for some reason Eywa had cursed him, making his journey with you longer and tiresome.

At first, he resented the idea of sharing his direhorse with you, since you hadn’t learned how to ride one yet. He also hated how you would cling to his middle, whenever he sped up, and restricted his movements. If only you had kept quiet, he could have tolerated you more, but instead, you occasionally tried to pry into his past.

“So, why don’t you have a mate?”

“She was killed by one of your demons.”

“Oh.”

Two hours in, Tsu’tey decided to stop by the river to give his horse a short break. As you crouched down by the water, examining the way it bubbled, Tsu’tey observed you in silence. He thought you were strange-looking, but not like Jake. To him, Jake was ugly. You had something intriguing about your appearance. Pretty, although Tsu’tey had a hard time getting used to it. But the compliment he wanted to grant you was immediately pushed to the back of his mind when he heard your frightened scream. You noticed an arachnoid crawling up your thigh and shrieked out of fear, violently shaking your leg to get it off. Spooked by your sudden outburst, the horse loudly neighed and fled through the air. Tsu’tey quickly jumped to his feet, but when he saw the reason for your shrieks, he felt his blood boil. In your defense, you had heard stories of poisonous arachnids of Pandora and you weren’t taking any chances.

So here you are, trudging along behind, with ears pressed flat against your skull. Tsu’tey had scolded you, blaming your weak spirit for the consequences. Since you were too far from the Hometree, and the horse was long gone, you had to continue the rest of the journey on foot. Which meant more hours spent with you.

The silence that follows is almost unbearable, broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the occasional rustling of leaves. What Tsu’tey did not expect was for you to be so slow. He almost gave up on the plan, contemplating going back to the village and fetching another horse. He even entertained the thought of taming a palulukan in case of an attack. In the worst case, he'd end up dead and wouldn’t be forced to care for you for another minute.

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As the day wears on, and the sun starts to set, casting a warm orange glow on the surroundings, you decide to voice your concern.

“Do you think we’ll make it to the facility by night?”

Tsu’tey throws a glance at you over his shoulder, letting out a bitter chuckle. You grimace at his reaction.

“Got it,” you bite your lip.

He comes to a stop, and begins scanning the area around him. You wait for further clarification but he ignores you completely, then starts gathering twigs into a small cone.

“We will camp for the night,” he finally says, gesturing at you, “Gather some more, and stay here. I will be back soon.”

You discover that ‘soon’ meant different things to you and Tsu’tey. While you assumed he would be out hunting, the chilly air made you decide to start the fire and keep an eye on it, so it doesn’t die out. You hadn’t realized how tired you were, the warmth radiating from the small fire was making your eyelids droopy. You tried to resist sleep to prove to Tsu’tey that you were capable, but you couldn't hold out much longer, nestling on the ground.

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Tsu’tey nudges you awake with a gentle touch, and you catch a whiff of a delicious aroma. As you open your eyes, you see him crouching in front of you, holding a piece of meat wrapped in leaves. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you eagerly take it from his hands and devour it. Tsu’tey can't help but chuckle, as he watches the satisfied grin spread across your face.

“Slow down,” he says softly, motioning for you to take a seat next to him, closer to the fire.

You watch him roast a smaller piece of meat and put it in his mouth. Instead of savoring the taste, Tsu’tey chews on it while continuing cutting up more pieces. You feel a little guilty that he prepares food for the both of you but doesn’t take a moment to enjoy it.

“Can I help?” you ask, moving closer to him.

He doesn’t answer, instead pointing to the knife on your belt. When you take it out, Tsu’tey pierces a piece of meat on the sharp tip, and motions for you to hold it over the fire. You follow his orders, watching the meat slowly cook as the aroma hits your nostrils and your stomach grumbles.

This must be the first time he sees you do something right. Tsu’tey nods approvingly as he watches you carefully turn the meat over the fire, your knife skillful in your hands. A comfortable silence hangs over you, as you both start eating.

“We will continue our journey early in the morning,” he breaks the silence, “We must move quickly and return back as fast as we can. ‘Don’t want to camp out in the forest for another night, it can be dangerous.”

You only nod, agreeing with his plan. It was rare for him to keep you informed anyway, so you weren’t going to doubt Tsu’tey.

“You don’t trust that I can help, do you?”

“I am not sure,” he admits, “But if Toruk Makto trusts you, I can give you a chance to prove yourself.”

“Your prejudice against me is ironic,” you scoff, “Jake was just like me once, before becoming Toruk Makto.”

“Not just like you,” Tsu’tey chuckles, shaking his head, “You are too weak.”

“I am smart,” you argue.

Tsu’tey hums in agreement. There is some truth to his words, you have shown weakness. Adapting to a completely new environment, getting used to another culture, suddenly being forced into hours of physical activity that you weren’t committed to. At times, it would get too much but the support of the clan was all the validation you needed to stay.

“I know you don’t believe me, but I’ll do anything to help your people,” you face him with new confidence, he hasn’t seen in you yet.

“You betray your own?” Tsu’tey frowns.

“I have no other choice. They are destroying everything because of greed,” you shake your head in disappointment. He nods.

“And your family? You left them too?”

“I don’t have one,” a bitter chuckle escapes from your lips, “They don’t claim me anymore. And I don’t claim them.”

“So they disowned you?”

“Pretty much,” you shrug, “They think that I am betraying them because I want to protect the life on Pandora.”

“It must take great strength to go against your family,” Tsu’tey compliments you.

You shy away from his softened gaze, warm feeling spreading in your chest from the kind words. It was tough to be one of the engineers who worked for RDA and had to betray them. But you couldn’t stand the idea of contributing to the destruction they were causing. It was why you first found Jake and warned him about the impending danger. And it was then when you first felt welcomed by the clan, cared for.

Now, you needed to sneak back into the facility and retrieve the equipment you left to track the future attacks. Tsu’tey was assigned to accompany you since it was dangerous to go alone. Even though most of the team at the facility shared similar opinions and wouldn't stop you, there was still a risk of encountering RDA guards. Getting caught would mean you could never return.

As the night wears on and the fire grows smaller and smaller, you and Tsu’tey continue to talk. You’re surprised by how he opens up to you, and how he doesn’t protest when you tell him about your past. Eventually, you feel your eyes growing heavy and your head nodding off to the side. Tsu’tey notices and stays up to keep an eye on you, making sure you’re safe while you sleep.

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When you wake up in the morning, you feel slightly restricted around your middle. You huff slightly, trying to move, as you realize that Tsu’tey is sleeping beside you, with his leg thrown over yours, and his arms wrapped around you. The closeness of his body sends a flush of heat to your cheeks, and you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Tsu’tey,” you nudge him, “Wake up.”

It doesn’t take much to rouse him. You guess that, as a warrior, he was trained to be sensitive to sounds around him. Tsu’tey grunts heavily before blinking a few times, adjusting his eyes to the light. When he realizes how close your face is to his, he almost recoils.

"For someone who seems to hate me, you're very protective," you tease him, patting his arms playfully.

“Mhm, couldn’t risk you rolling into the fire in your sleep,” he grumbles, freeing you from his grasp.

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chaethewriter · 1 year

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You're dead to me [4]

dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

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

warning: english isn't my first language, angsty, vulnerable Jake, PTSD, night terrors

Word count: 3k

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Jake Sully felt like gripping his dreadlocks out of his head. He barely showed it when he felt conflicted and unfocused, usually able to hide it well. But right now he couldn't keep the facade up the entire time, acting like everything was fine and it seemed like Neytiri caught on to his behavior as well. He was pacing around the pod as he thought of you, the young warrior that was giving him the silent treatment and he wanted to know why. "Ma Jake," a hand is placed on his shoulder and he stopped his frantic pacing, turning his head to the side to come face to face with his mate, "what is up with you lately? You have been so tense these days." Ever since he met you a few days ago, you didn't leave his mind, wondering what it was with you that made him want to treat you as his own. Was it your name? The fact you were so young? Could it be possible that you really were his daughter? Then why didn't you say anything? Is he officially turning delusional right now? Neytiri wrapped her arm around him as she helped him sit on the woven carpets, her cheek leaning against his shoulder, "talk to me, speak to me." It felt nice to know he could rely on someone, but this wasn't an ordinary problem he could talk about. He never really spoke about his life back on planet earth to anyone, because it was his past life. His present self is on Pandora, so he focused on learning the Omatikaya ways and his focus was on his future. But he always wondered how you were and what you were up to. If you were well and living your life to the fullest. He wished he could have been there to watch you grow up. But now that this warrior was here, he had to know. Was it you? His sweet babygirl? The one who would ask for cuddles everytime you saw him? The one that sat on his lap on his wheelchair as they went outside? His sweet child? Answers is what he needed, but he didn't want to be a bother or seem delusional. What if he made all of this up, because he missed you? "I don't know how to say this, yawne, I'm so conflicted. So guilty." He expected her to reply, but she stayed quiet. She wanted him to explain at his own pace without interfering. His hand dug down to take his hunter's knife in his grip, as he hold it upside down. Neytiri watched his grip on the knife as she squints her eyes. She noticed how something is dangling from the end. She saw it a few times around the pod, knowing it was Jake's. Yet she didn't want to pry him into telling her what it was. He would tell her himself eventually and the time to tell was now. A bond is formed around trust and she trusts him. The locket tiny is in comparison to their size. She watched how he untied the small chain from the thumb hole at the end of the handle. He struggled a bit, because of how tiny the knot was. Pulling at the chain with his fingernails, once he pulled the chain away from the hunter's knife he sheathed the sharp object back to his hip. He pulled Neytiri closer to him as he sucked a ton of air into his lungs, preparing himself for the one big thing he hid from his family this entire time. He had a lot of explaining to do.

Neytiri awaited what he was about to show and tell her. He clicked the photo locket open with his fingernail, revealing a picture of an adorable little girl that are you. Your head was tilted to the side as you flashed a bright cute smile, your chubby cheeks making you ten times more adorable. "This is my daughter, from back on earth." His index finger traced your face as he started feeling even more guilty for never telling his mate. What would she feel at the moment? Betrayal? He watched as Neytiri's expression retorted into an upset one. His hand grabbed a hold of hers, shaking his head as if he could know what she was thinking, "there was no one special back on earth. Only you, ma yawne. I adopted her after her parents passed. I raised her since she was a baby like she was biologically mine." The way Jake spoke about his daughter with pride made a smile creep onto her face, "she's adorable for a human." Jake rolled his eyes in response, of course, she would say something like that. "But why did you stay?" The question came out of nowhere, one he definitely wasn't expecting and one he definitely couldn't answer clearly, "what?" Jake didn't really ask her that question to his mate, he was surprised. "Why did you stay here on Pandora, instead of returning to earth?" The question was overwhelming him, as his lips were pursed and his hand went to his face, burying his nose into his palms. He thought back to his life as a human: he felt miserable, lost, and an alcoholic as he mourned. He was paralyzed, full of PTSD and night terrors as an ex-military. Yet he had one thing that made his life a good one: you.

His head was pounding as his vision was blurred, his ears ringing in pain. When he opened his eyes to look around, all he saw was blood. His dead comrades are covered in blood, bombs, and explosions going off around him. His head feels fuzzy as he turns to his right, coming face to face with your biological father, lying dead on the ground. Even though his eyes were wide open, they were dull and lifeless. Jake lets out a scream, but he couldn't look away. Then your biological dad's body opened his mouth, "you should have jumped in front of the bullet for me. You don't deserve to live, you had nothing. I had everything, a family, a daughter yet to be born. You stole her for me, you don't deserve this life! You don't deserve her!" The words felt like a knife stabbed him in the heart, someone holding onto the handle to twist it around some more to intensify the pain.

Daddy..

The words were faint.

Daddy..!

Who was that?

Why did it feel so familiar?

"Daddy!!" He was shaken to the core as your hands frantically shook his shoulders. He opened his eyes as he was met with your teary eyes. You were seated on his chest in your cute Disney pajamas, the ones he bought you, as you shook his body, "daddy was crying, me woke up and scared." You babbled as you leaned in to wrap your arms around Jake. "Daddy hurt?" Jake immediately wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could, squeezing you in his arms as he shook his head, "I'm not baby," he reassured you, but those words kept ringing in his head. He didn't deserve you.

The next night he drank, drank all he could to distract himself from the pain. He doesn't deserve you. It's his fault. He doesn't deserve to be your dad. He was drunk when he wheeled himself home in his wheelchair, feeling all dizzy as he unlocked the front door. He put you to sleep before he left, so surely you would still be sleeping right? Wrong. When he opened the door, he was met with your teary eyes yet again. He felt a pang in his chest. He kept hurting you, yesterday and now today as well. "Daddy is back? Couldn't sleep without daddy." You babbled as you walked towards him with a plushie in your arms. It was old and about to fall apart. He always told you how you should throw it away since you were gifted a lot of other plushies that you got from people you knew. You always told him no, because it's the plushie you got from him. He drank a lot yes, but seeing you it felt like he already sobered up. He picked you up from under your armpits and put you on his lap, "Yes babygirl I'm back, worry no more." You smiled at him as you pressed your lips against his, "I love you daddy!!" He was scared to say it back, he didn't deserve you to love him. Instead he just held you close, one arm on your head as the other was wrapped around your back.

I love you too my baby, I really do. I'm sorry I can't do better.

Jake finally opened up to Neytiri. About his night terrors, the guilt that ate him up from the inside how he watched you grew up and not your biological parents. How your biological dad, his comrade, died during the war they fought in. How he should have taken the bullet and died to give you your real dad. How your mom died during your birth and that's how you got into his arms. Then he talked about you. That he fell in love with you the moment you were in his arms. He told her what you were like and how you were the light of his life during his dark human times. How you always wanted to bake with him, but it ended up in a flour fight because none of you could cook. So in the end he would order pizza and sit on the couch with you on his lap, eating as you watched a Disney movie with him. She didn't know what flour was, or pizza and Disney, but eagerly listened to his words with a smile. Her mate was smiling as he was talking about you and it made her love you. "And she never wanted me to go shopping without her, to protect me from bad people. She would climb to stand on my lap to get something from the top shelf as I held her short legs." You truly were his angel and Neytiri could see how much you meant to him, but one thing was bugging her.

"But why is your sky daughter distracting you now out of all days, after so long of not seeing her? what is the entire story, ma Jake?" Neytiri really did know him the best, better than he knew himself. He couldn't lie to her, so he told her the truth, the thoughts that have been eating him alive from the inside. What the Tsahik, her mother, told him. The conflicts he had the day he met you, how you gave him the cold shoulder. The dots connected in his head, this wasn't coincidental, Eywa doesn't do coincidences like these. And Neytiri seemed to agree with the look she gave him, "why don't you talk to that demon child?" She hissed as she spoke, the girl she called cute moments ago not looking so cute anymore once she connected that little face to the young warrior that disrespected her mate. If you really were his daughter, she still wouldn't think twice to teach her a lesson. Are sky people all born with that disrespect, ignorance and selfishness? She remembered when she met Jake, he was ignorant like a baby and making noise for no reason. Jake rubbed his temple, the situation getting even more complicated than he thought it would get. His mate who hates sky people together in a room with the sky girl that could be his daughter. Oh Eywa, how was he supposed to handle this? "Ma yawne please don't call her that. And yes, I tried, many times. But every time I try to look for her, she always manages to just slip past my fingers." A huff left his lips as the entire situation frustrated him to the core. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, or get his hopes up. So he needed to get her to talk. He was deep in thought, but then he got an idea as if a light bulb lit up above his head. "I-I need to go somewhere!" He frantically got up from his sitting position, feeling utterly stupid that he didn't think of this before. Ask Norm. Neytiri shook her head with her lips pursing, a small smile forming, hoping everything will turn out well for him. Because even though she hated sky people, she wanted the best for him.

"You can't run away forever," Norm says as a matter of fact as he watched you sharpening your katana on one of the lab tables with his arms crossed, the map of files under his armpit. A groan leaves your lips as you sent him a frown. Norm only smiles, ", you know you have to face him eventually." He took a seat next to you, and he put the map down on the same table you were working on. Norm read your file the same day you had your checkup, the fighting without a mask. Stupid idea by the way. Being a close friend to Jake Sully, he couldn't help but be curious as he spoke to you about it. That's when you told him the whole story. He felt for you but nagged you to eventually talk to him to make up for all the lost time. And to this day he is still nagging you. You let out a groan as you slammed your forehead against the metal table, "Norm, please! Why is everyone forcing me to talk to him?!" "Because he's your dad?", he says as a matter of fact and you frown at his smug face, "whatever mister know it better, I'm going to get some fruits from the forest." You got up from your seat and sheathed your katana into the safety strap on your hip. You walk towards the door as you took your mask off it, putting it against your face. "Think about it while you're gathering those fruits! Maybe Eywa will knock some sense into you when you walk through mother nature." With an annoyed hiss, you took off.

At the same time, Jake Sully made his way toward the lab. The two of you just missed each other as you went the other way. He slammed the first door open, the door disinfecting him as he took the oxygen mask off the wall. He then opened the second door and immediately took a whizz of the Pandorean air through the mask, attaching it at his hip, "NORM!" His voice boomed through the room, but there was no response in the common area. He stepped further inside the room in an awkward position. He couldn't fit inside the room, so he had to bend his back, yet his head still hit the roof. One of his hands was placed on the roof to keep his balance. "Norm!" He screamed yet again, huffing in annoyance as no one seemed to answer him. No scientist was in sight. Was everyone busy? He decided to walk around the room, well it wasn't really walking in his instance as one step was already almost across the room. His head cocked to the side as his eyes met the map on the table. It was the map from a few days ago, the one Norm gave him and was ripped from his hands by you. He knew he shouldn't do it, but curiosity took over. The same curiosity when he first got into the forests of Pandora. His knees hit the cold floor as he sat down. He took the map in his hands, it being the same size as his palm as he flipped the page with his finger. It was all in Na'vi, as the resistance didn't mind integrating into their culture. The first page was the checkup, with notes all around the text, about Seb, Raja and you. He continued flipping, a page about Seb. He didn't care about him, so he continued flipping and flipping. He grew frustrated as he couldn't find your information. Then he reached one of the last pages.

(Y/N) (L/N) SULLY.

His eyes widened, his heart cracking and beating in his throat all at the same time. Your birth date was the same, your birthplace was the same, and the names of your biological parents. As well as his name right under it. He felt dizzy all of a sudden. His breath hitched in his throat. It really was you. "Norm, I'm back." You walked into the room once you put your mask away, a lot of fruits in your arms that humans could digest. "I was so kind to bring fruits for everyone, you better tha-," when you got into the room, you weren't met with Norm, Max, or any other of the scientists that stayed on Pandora. No, you were met with Jake Sully. Your father. You dropped the fruits you were holding on the floor and at the same time the map fell out of his hands. Jake Sully got up from the floor, proceeding to hit his head against the ceiling at the way he suddenly got up. But he didn't feel the pain, he couldn't feel anything except his heart beating so fast with his eyes focused on his daughter, "my babygirl.." the way he spoke your nickname in his English accent made your heart beat in your throat. He took a step towards you, but you backed away, "don't, don't touch me." Your lips pursed as the tears welled up in your eyes. "My baby-" "I SAID DON'T!!" your scream filled the room, "Don't say anything, Jake Sully." Your voice was harsh as you spoke his name, your expression furious yet so upset.

And he felt his heart break.

A/N: thank you sm for reading. I appreciate the comments you all leave me. Thank you for all the support! I also thought of writing a Neteyam x reader after this, so let me know if you would like to read that. <3

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arachine · 1 year

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♡ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ｡･* . . . their firsts .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡ featuring :: neteyam, lo’ak and kiri sully

ᥫ᭡ includes :: their first kisses & times !!

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ general tags :: sexual content (nothing explicit), fluff

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters are aged up, dry humor

ᥫ᭡ note :: depending on the attention this receives, i may or may not make a part two with spider, tsireya, and a’onung >_<

♯ first…kiss with neteyam .ᐟ

+ neteyam’s got that older brother charm. a real gentleman, through and through—which isn’t the least bit surprising because he’s neytiri’s son, after all. and given this, he just…naturally excels at most things, even kissing. when it happens, it’s kind of almost unreal, sort of like a fairytale. he’s just so…good at it, doesn’t rush you, or force his tongue down your throat, or do anything that would even slightly make you uncomfortable.

no, he’s slow—methodical. takes his time with you because he wants to taste you, and commit it to memory. i’d like to think he even makes you laugh before he goes in, because he’s just like that, you know? like, yeah, he’s got neytiri’s whole face but he’s still his daddy’s son—he’s got the smugness and attitude to prove it.

♯ first…time with neteyam .ᐟ

+ god, i don’t even know where to begin. every fiber of my being believes that he’d make it the most comfortable, painless experience ever. usually, most people dread their firsts—simply because their partners didn’t: 1) prep them properly, 2) make sure that they finished, or 3) provide aftercare—but neteyam? yeah, he’s going above and beyond, and checking off every single one! you being in pain and miserable was simply never an option.

as previously mentioned, i’d like to think he’d try and calm your nerves by making you laugh. just a few jokes here and there, just to get your mind off of the initial stretch of his fingers working you.

— “who’s the prettiest girl on pandora?” he teases, leaving zephyr-light kisses all over your face. you think he’s so corny, but giggle anyway, shoving lightly at his chest.

“stop it!” but he’s relentless, still peppering your face with kisses, still prodding your slit. you’re so distracted by his attempts to calm your nerves, that you don’t even notice his finger is all the way in. not until he pulls it out and praises you for opening up for him.

— “see, look at you,” a gentle hand rises to caress your cheek, “so pretty.”

♯ first…kiss with lo'ak .ᐟ

+ the concept of patience is entirely foreign to him. patience and him are like oil and water. they just don’t mix. he’s a here, now, and fast type of guy, always has been. and when the moment arises between you two, he’s the first to initiate it—however, it’s no fairytale moment. it’s toothy, wet, and inexperienced.

i’d like to think it’s you who has to take the initiative when it comes to kissing. and through this, he begins to get a sense of the things you like: how slow he should go, how much tongue, where he should hold you, and how he should move his lips. eventually, he gains enough confidence to kiss you the way he’s been wanting to kiss you—which is hard, and rough, and passionate—just a lot less toothy and wet.

♯ first…time with lo'ak .ᐟ

+ it’s all baby steps and hand holding with him in this department too. this is the one instance in which i don’t think he’d charge into. i think after kissing you for the first time, he’d use some of that knowledge to decipher how he’d go about it. at first, he’s like incredibly scared to touch you, just hovering over you like a sheet of paper, scared that if he uses just the slightest amount of strength, you’ll break or something.

— “does that hurt?” / “can you feel that?” / “maybe if we try it this way…” / “am i in?”

the sentiment is cute, thoughtful even. because don’t get me wrong, a man that takes the time to ask you how he should touch you, where he should touch you, and how you’re feeling during sex is amazing. bravo to any guy who does it (it’s the bare minimum), but lo’ak does it to the point where you’re questioning if he’s scared of pussy. overall, i think this is something you’ll have to take the initiative for too.

— “lo’ak if you don’t touch me right now, i swear to god i’m going to kill you and then myself.”

♯ first…kiss with kiri .ᐟ

+ my sweet girl. my bestest girl. i just know it’d be so fucking cute. like actually, the type of kiss where your leg slowly springs up (i.e. the princess diaries). yeah, it’d be that good. girls just do everything better anyway, and it’s kiri, so the expectations were already high (duh). the thing about kiri is, when she kisses, she really commits to the kiss. she doesn’t do half-assed, because kissing is like dessert.

it’s supposed to be (especially first kisses) sweet, and airy, and dizzying—and it is! the amalgamation of her tender touches, and the little giggles in between, and the teasing ‘run and follow’ your lips do…are all things that add to the experience. a kiss with kiri will literally have you on speed dial with uhaul, trust and believe!

♯ first…time with kiri .ᐟ

+ like neteyam, she’d be so attentive. just making sure you’re comfortable, reassuring you, whispering words of encouragement, and checking in on you mentally. she knows that sex can be exhausting (both physically and mentally), so i’d like to think she’d spend extra time on foreplay and aftercare than she would during the actual act itself—not that she had to spend much time on you anyway, because getting you to finish wasn’t something she considered to be much of a feat.

also, kiri is a princess, she’s literally the first born daughter. she may often appear to have a tough exterior, but…it’s just a front. dote on her and shower her with the same affections she showered you with, treat her like a little doll and watch her crumble underneath your fingertips from the smallest of praises.

— “such a sweet girl, staying open for me.” / “could watch you do that all day.” / “nobody touches me the way you do.”

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mayhemories · 1 year

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Neteyam x readers kids to lovers eventually, before WOTW bc I carnt handle his death

Eywa, A Sign

Ohhh it kills me, I love this boy. He died for what? Pandora Jesus better resurrects him next time, or I will have words with Mr Cameron. Not sure if I did your request justice, hope I did <3

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar)

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: None? Just straight fluff. Reader is an orphan trope/parental death. Mentions of death.

Words: 1.58k

Author’s Notes: Neteyam is roughly 18/19 here, Reader is 18, Lo’ak and Kiri are 17, and my girl Tuk is still the same. Set before Way of the Water.

Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!

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Many Na’vi died following Toruk Macto. Either due to the impact of the battlefield violence or, their wounds upon return to their clan. Your parents, two brave Omatikaya warriors, died at the hands of the Sky People during a routine raid on supply shipments.

Jake and Neytiri were quick to take you under their care, love and protection. Practically becoming one of their own. Being a few months younger than Neteyam and a year older than the twins, Kiri and Lo’ak, you slipped right in.

Jake was never afraid to reprimand you like you were his own, either. Like the time you were twelve, Lo’ak eleven:

“Now what did I tell you two?” Jake had you and Lo’ak lined up against the wall of the clan stronghold, sprung by the Olo’eyktan from the moment you came sneaking back in after curfew.

“Don’t be in the forest after eclipse-” You and Lo’ak mumbled under your breaths, knowing that Jake wouldn’t let up.

“Yes! That’s right, don’t be in the forest after eclipse!” he said, exasperated, holding his hands above his head, dragging them down across his face. “And where were you two knuckleheads?” His face was annoyed, though his eyes were soft. We were his kids, god forbid anything happened to us.

“Look dad (y/n) had nothing to do with it, it was all me-” Lo’ak started, but you finished,

“Sir, Lo’ak didn’t want to go, I wanted to go.” You and Lo’ak shared a small smile, he was your brother, through and through.

Jake shook his head, hands on hips.

“Go, go, both of you. Wash up.” He was stern, but as you two skxawngs ran past him you saw the gentle smile lay on his lips.

As you got older you noticed Jake becoming harder and harder on his boys. For whatever reason Lo’ak almost gave up on pleasing Jake, felt like he could never be enough for him, a spec of dust compared to Neteyam’s glittering gold. Maybe that was why, why he was so impulsive and reckless, consistently. Any attention being good attention for Lo’ak. Regardless of his intentions, you liked that about him. He encourages your sense of adventure like a brother should, was always there to catch you when you fall. Neteyam and Lo’ak were different sides of the same coin, both living to please Jake in one way or another. Jake saw himself in Lo’ak and that scared him, you knew that,

But Neteyam…shit, Neteyam.

You always saw Neteyam differently. As kids, he felt too cool for you to be around. This developed over time as you, yourself developed. As you felt awkward and out of place in your body, tail giving away every thought and feeling, Neteyam got taller, got broader, got sweeter. As an awkward teenager, your little soft spot evolved into a full-blown crush. You kept it under wraps sure, Lo’ak teasing you here and there but he never thought anything serious of it. Shit, you tried not to think anything of it. He was the future Olo’eyktan, he was the future of the clan.

Now, freshly eighteen you were considered a woman: A relatively fierce Ikran rider, bow made from wood of the tree to replace the Hometree that was lost to the Sky People, a hunter. You surpassed any ritual trail of clan-life easily, save for one. Save for probably the most important one.

Finding a mate.

So, here you were, kneeling on the beautiful deep green moss surrounding the base of the Tree of Voices. The tree was glowing purple, fading to a light pink and back again, streaks of white travelled up and down the tendril of the tree, where you’ve made the bond. The hum of the ancestors created a white noise in you mind, helping to create a true vision. Praying to Eywa always gave you a sense of calm, like all anxieties were being blown right through your body, energy settling itself back into the world.

“My dear All-Mother Eywa, I come to you now for guidance, for advice.” You started, clamping your eyes shut to encourage any kind of vision, so that you may see into the realm beyond that of physical sight.

Neteyam knew it was wrong, to listen to your private prayers with Eywa. But he did not make a move to leave his advantageous spot, hidden amongst trees and rocks, he could watch you freely. His whole life felt like it revolved around you, and your alluring presence, strong heart, strong mind.

Neteyam officially became a man the year prior, it was expected of him as the future clan leader to have already chosen a woman. And, in some ways he had. It had always been you, it was always you. Neteyam loved you, and it was never as a sister as Lo’ak has. When you were children you would play family. Neteyam was the dad, you the mum, Kiri and Lo’ak the kids. Neteyam knew from a young age that he didn’t want to play family with anyone else.

He assumed Neytiri always knew, too. She never pressured him in claiming a mate, or even talking about it. Jake, well he was less switched on when it came to Neteyam’s shy nature. He was always pestering Neteyam about it-

Jake had flown Neteyam and himself to a floating mountain so that him and his first born son could speak freely: “Look, I’m not even saying you have to mate straight away! But at least court someone Neteyam, you’re the future of this clan-” Jake started, but for the first and last time in his life, Neteyam cut his father off.

“I am waiting for (y/n)!” Neteyam yelled, holding the bridge of his nose, anticipating that Jake would come back with a raised voice as he most often did. It did not come. Instead Jake closed the distance between him and his son, wrapping his arms around his beautiful baby boy, who wasn’t a baby anymore. Neteyam loosened, wrapping his still lanky arms around his father. With his chin resting on Neteyam’s head, Jake chuckled:

“Well then, wait for her as long as you need.”

“I love her.” Neteyam admitted quietly.

“I know you do, kid.”

Neteyam shook the memory from his mind, and focused back on your kneeling, praying figure in front of him.

“My mother Eywa, what am I to do?” You felt exasperated, lost. “I… I am afraid that the one I love does not love me Eywa.”

Neteyam’s chest tightened, although he always knew it was a possibility that you may not want him, he tried his hardest swaying anyone else’s decision in the matter. The glares he had sent to all the young na’vi during their teen years, and at your own ceremony of womanhood, Neteyam made it clear with growls and possessive hovering that he was waiting for you. Although, maybe he could’ve made it clearer to you.

“Great Eywa please, please show me a sign that Neteyam and I will be named mates.” you whispered, scared to admit his name in the scenario, aloud.

Neteyam felt like he could vomit. He slowly approached you, kneeling beside you, as if he were beginning to pray, himself.

You could feel his heat, his being as he sat down, you didn’t need to open your eyes to confirm. Besides that, you could feel all the blood drain from your body and rush back up to your cheeks and ears. Clearing your throat, you decided that this was a good a sign as any.

“Neteyam” You opened your eyes, his beautiful warm honey ones already locked on your face, “how much of that did you hear?”

Neteyam hung his head in shame, shaking some of his braids from their resting places, blood rushing to his cheeks.

“I am so sorry, I know I shouldn’t have listened to your private words spoken with Eywa.” Neteyam spoke softly, like he always did with you. “But I could not help it, especially knowing you have not chosen a mate yet.” Neteyam spoke around a lump in his throat, “I needed to know why.”

Your mind was rushing a million miles per minute. But fake bravado was something that Lo’ak taught you, and something you could hide behind.

“You know, you haven’t chosen anyone either. My ceremony was last week, yours was last year.” You said, catching his eye again, with a slight smile on your lips. Neteyam laughed. Shit, you loved that sound. You could die happy now, hearing his laugh.

“I have chosen,” your stomach dropped at his words, though sensing your anxiety Neteyam wove one of his hands with yours, and pinned you to the spot with his warm eyes. “I just had to wait a year for her to choose me too.”

And all at once it felt like Eywa had breathed life into you, and Neteyam. Like your soul was made of milk and honey and you were going to flow on forever.

You kissed him, your hands cupped his beautiful face, his slender fingers settling on your waist, nestling between beads and cloth.

He came out of the kiss laughing, needing air. You let out a laugh too, keeping your foreheads together.

“I see you.” You whispered, still scared that if you speak too loud this dream will dissipate into the colours of Pandora’s jungle, floating away from you entirely.

“I have only ever seen you,” Neteyam said, smiling. His silver freckles set alight from the glow of the Tree of Voices.

Happiness was simple.

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strongheartneteyam · 1 year

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Realize where you belong.

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!human!reader/female!dreamwalker!reader

Neteyam is aged up.

Chapter 2

Synopsis: Reader is unhappy with her human life. She works for the lab as a cook. She's a Dreamwalker and she spends every free day she gets walking through Pandora's forests. In one of those days, Neteyam sees her but she doesn't notice him. He falls in love, seeing how happy she is amidst nature. Neteyam finds out she's actually a human in an Avatar, so, he finds a way to go where her real body is. He hates to admit it but, seeing her in her human body, he realizes he still loves her. After watching her, he notices how she's always happier when she's in her Avatar, so, he develops a deeper connection to her. However, he becomes obsessive. Reader has only heard about him, the famous son of Jake Sully and future Olo'eyktan, praised for his great achievements as a young Omatikaya. After getting reader's attention, Neteyam asks her to choose to live forever in her Avatar, becoming his mate and making tsaheylu with him, gaining a new home as a fresh member of his tribe. Reader is scared and torn, since, even though she's intensely attracted to him and only truly enjoys life when she's Dreamwalking, she doesn't really know him and she's afraid of dying when trying to go past Eywa's eye. But Neteyam just won't give up on her that easily.

♡ This is Reader's Avatar

☆ This is the official playlist for this story, the songs I listen to while working on it.

CW: angst, reader hates her life, neteyam is like her "secret admirer" but he eventually becomes obsessed, so, it gives off some creepy vibes, possessive neteyam, forbidden love, neteyam is REALLY protective over her, neteyam isn't really fond of humans (hates them) and only makes an exception for reader, TRIGGER WARNING for a few depression symptoms (such as reader holding back tears and looking miserable really often), stalking, obsessive behavior & possessiveness

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Finally, this fanfic is out!! lots of people seemed to love the tiny sneak peek I posted so... I hope you guys will love the fanfic itself too hehe I'm so relieved I could finally post it ooof My environment is the worst EVER rn & i haven't had any motivation or focus to write lately BUT i seem to be getting out of that damned writer's block I was in (ITS THE WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD UGH HATE IT TO DEATH)

Not proofread. My life is a hurricane, so, we don't work with proofread stories here. Hope you find it in your hearts to forgive me, my angels :')

na'vi words:

yawne - beloved

tsaheylu - the neurological bond the na'vi make with their mate, through their tendrils, at the end of their long braid.

Chapter 1

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I love your touch, cold as ice

And I love every single tear you cry

I just love the way you're losing your life

Oh, my baby, how beautiful you are

Oh, my darling, completely torn apart

Gone With The Sin (HIM)

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Neteyam would look at you every moment he could. He didn't have that much free time since he was the Olo'eyktan's son and had so many responsibilities weighting on his shoulders. But he would always make any sacrifice he needed to make to find time to see you. Even if it meant using the few hours he had to himself to contemplate you. His sad, gloomy-eyed, beautiful girl. You were not actually his yet, but, he was determined to make that change.

Neteyam saw you holding back tears way too damn often, so, he was always deeply worried about you, and, that was one of the reasons why he was always creeping around, high up in branches of trees located in Hell's Gate, watching over you, almost every day, ready to help you, defend you from any danger, to say "screw it" to how out of the blue it would be if he - a stranger, a male na'vi stranger - just came up to you and said "hey, I've been watching you for a while, and… I'm so, so in love with you. Please, leave this damn idiotic human life you live and let Eywa help you be transferred to your Avatar body for good, just like she helped my father. You're so insanely pretty like this - and I have never felt attracted to any female of your demon kind before, so, believe me when I talk about your beauty - but you look even prettier when you're in your Avatar form. Let me make you my mate, let me make you the future Olo'eyktan's mate. I can give you a far better life than the one you have now"

He knew he was just a weird alien boy (as the humans would probably say), stalking you, always up in the highest tree branches he could find and reach, watching a girl while she cooks - as it was your job - like a hunter watching their prey. But he meant no harm. On the contrary, he meant to take care of you, to save you from it all. Because he wasn't blind. Neteyam saw how unhappy you looked while peeling potatoes (he knew what they were because his dad who was once human told him and his siblings about how delicious that vegetable from Earth tasted, especially when it was made as French fries) to cook on the high-tech stove the humans used to prepare their meals in and prepare mashed potatoes to those damn lab guys who invaded his Planet and did nothing but harm.

Neteyam thought it to be unnecessary. His future mate could easily prepare the same potatoes in a bonfire he would light up for you in the Omatikaya forest. He knew they would taste even better roasted in the natural fire than just plainly cooked in that energy fueled cooking device the humans used. He could give you a life so incredibly better than the one you had right now, it pained him to see his yawne working so hard to feed every damn scientist in that cold, air-conditioned lab while not being as appreciated and thanked by them as you deserved to be. You could be preparing food to feed his children instead, the sons and daughters he would give you, if only you accepted becoming his forever mate.

He hated the humans. They didn't know how to lead a proper life. But you were different.

Neteyam knew how breathtaking you looked in a na'vi like body because the first time he saw you, you were in your Avatar body - as you were a Dreamwalker - and that's when he fell in love with you. But he learned to love your human body too. He could never hate you, even in your human form. You were the only human he did not despise.

The day Neteyam first saw you, he was out in the forest to hunt and gather food, collecting bladder polyps, lionberry seeds and trying to kill a hexapede, so, he could bring all of it home and him and his family could eat a nutritious dinner.

That's when he heard a squeaky, funny laugh. It was a female voice, he recognized. Neteyam followed that sound just like he was a sailor and the girl whose laugh he heard was a mermaid, bewitching his senses and drawing him closer.

When he saw you, it was like his heart was going to explode in a thousand pieces, so fast it was beating inside his rigid ribcage, so strongly the blood was being pumped through his arteries. He knew he had to make you his mate, to have you forever.

Neteyam had always been a practical and rational young man, he had to be. He was the eldest son and had to look after his 3 younger siblings and not show a single sign of weakness when his father would scold him in a harsh tone, whenever any of his siblings - specially his younger brother, Lo'ak -, got into trouble and somehow, Neteyam ended up having to take responsibility over their actions. "But that girl… that beautiful, ethereal girl… she makes me believe in things I've never even considered before. I know it sounds stupid to say that about a girl I just met, only some minutes ago but I don't care", he thought. Only he and Eywa herself knew the raw, powerful feeling he was experiencing at that moment. He just wanted to let go for a while. To not force himself to be all brains, zero heart for once, just once. And you were gifting him the opportunity to do just that. Your beauty was so enchanting, it could leave any creature in awe.

His father had once told him about Christianity, one of the most popular religions back on the glory days of the Planet Earth, and, of course he didn't follow those beliefs, his spirituality was completely based on Eywa, the Great Mother, the spirit and moving energy of Pandora, but, if the beings called "angels" his father talked about were real, Neteyam was utterly sure that they could only look like you.

You were perfect. Every curve of your body, every bioluminescent freckle, every pattern of your stripes, your long dark braided hair falling like water on your flawless back, as you kept smiling and touching every single flower you could see, playing in a foolish way, just like a child. He felt a primal urge coming from his guts to make tsaheylu with you right there, right at that moment.

So many thoughts roamed through Neteyam's mind: "I need her… right here, right now. She's… ugh… I've never felt anything like this before… What's going on with your stupid mind, Neteyam?! You can't just choose any girl to be your mate, you'll be the next Olo'eyktan, remember?! The best choice would be a girl who has a calling to be Tsahìk. Maybe your parents will try to arrange a marriage, to find the perfect match for you. Damn! Who am I trying to fool? She is the only perfect match for me…"

Neteyam started to watch you go about the forest every chance he got.

When he found out you were actually a Dreamwalker, a human in a body created in a laboratory, a hybrid of demon and na'vi, a freak... It was like his world was falling apart, piece by tiny piece crashing on the floor. How did he not notice your fifth finger before?! Was he that much under your spell, that blinded by how beautiful and charming you were?, he asked himself.

So, he told himself he was going to find a way to at least see what your true form looked like. He hissed at the thoughts and feelings you had caused him the whole way to Hell's Gate, where the laboratory was and where he knew all the humans that stayed in Pandora and had an Avatar stayed.

When Neteyam saw you in your human body, he got hit by something as strong as lightning. The moment he sniffed your sweet scent (the smell you had in your Avatar had notes of your original human scent, as your DNA was used to build that body), the moment he recognized that melodious voice… The expression in those eyes, that smile, that laughter… it was you. His yawne.

He didn't understand how that was possible, what he was feeling. Nevertheless, he realized he still loved you. His heart still beat fast for you. It didn't matter which physical form you took. Na'vi or human. You were you. And he loved you. Madly.

His people had a great contempt towards the ones who Dreamwalked. They were "demons in false bodies", like his grandma and his mother always said. And Neteyam himself felt the same. Worse, he had felt disgusted by the love and desire you made him feel, back when he watched you wandering around the Omatikaya lands, when you would jump like a little kid, so happy playing with the bioluminescent, neon plants of the forest.

But, still, that feeling lingered inside him. The attachment, the deep affection, the devotion… He could not comprehend it.

All Neteyam could grasp was that he hated all humans, but you were the only exception.

Even though you were originally human, you had a na'vi heart. He just knew that. As crazy and impossible as it sounded, he figured out it was true. And that blew his mind. That sorrowful girl he was seeing cooking in a small technological kitchen was not the same one he had seen at the forest. But it was, at the same time. It apparently made no sense, but it actually did. You were not where you belonged. You did not belong imprisoned among those four walls that the other humans kept you in. That you were keeping yourself in. You belonged free amidst the Pandoran trees. You did not belong in those big human clothes. You belonged in a comfortable loincloth and a big leaf necklace covering your beautiful breasts, letting the wind hit your skin.

You seemed out of place in that environment you were currently in. And that made Neteyam feel something so overpowering. He knew it was useless to try and fight it. He was not even sure if he even wanted to fight it anymore. That feeling was good. It felt just like what he felt when he thought you were a na'vi girl. He even felt attracted to you, even though he still thought you looked much prettier in your Avatar body.

He was fully aware you were one of the demons. But you were not like the rest of them. You were special. He could tell that. He could tell you'd be a hundred per cent happier if he could convince you to become na'vi. And that's exactly what he was planning to do. He still did not know how, but he would find a way.

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ronwestbreeze · 6 months

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you're gonna go far | 6

pairing: jake sully x neytiri x tsu'tey x fem!human! reader summary: a scientist arrives on pandora (unwillingly) a year after the exile of the rda. now she must deal with the likes of a clan leader, a great warrior, and a thanator rider. . . word count: 8.5k

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It was a little difficult to get out of bed that morning.

One of those days.

Long and exhausting. It was challenging to get stuff done. You knew things like this wouldn’t just go away instantly. But you hoped that maybe…

It wasn’t too bad like before. You were able to think about the chores that had to be done later in the day and pushed yourself out of the bedroom.

So you went through most of the day barely existing. Norm was the first to notice your slight change in behavior because he began trying to joke more with you—no matter how bad they ended up being—and tried getting you out of your head. And you were thankful for that. At least that’s what was different this time around. You weren’t entirely alone nor held up in your room.

That was progress, right? You honestly couldn’t tell. Sometimes you felt like you were still stuck, that you weren’t moving forward. Or getting better. At least back to what you used to be.

Yet, you’ve been this way—asleep—for so long that you have forgotten what you used to be like. You forgot when the last time you smiled. You forgot when you felt the most happy or any other emotion besides anger and grief.

You wondered where that part of you went. Some days you went searching. Other days you somberly accepted that it was a part of you, that you were never going to get back.

At some point, you figured it died along with your mother.

“You want me to check on the baby today?” Norm asked you as you were getting ready for your link for the day.

You shook your head as you sat on the link bed, “No, I’ll be fine. Just one of those days, you know? We all have em’.”

He frowned when you shrugged it off or appeared a little too nonchalant about it, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Thanks for offering though.”

“Anytime, Doc.” He gave you a pat on the shoulder, while watching you particularly closely, “Just tell me you need a break. Don’t push yourself, okay?”

He was nice. You needed something like that.

Neytiri noticed it too.

While the two of you were in the garden that day, Neytiri had been saying words in Na’vi for you to repeat. And you did it, not perfectly of course, but you managed. It was just that you didn’t take in any information. Not in the way she knew you to.

You had a certain look that told Neytiri you were hanging onto her every word, whenever you were learning something new from her. Eyes slightly vibrant with curiosity.

That look wasn’t there today. Instead, in its place was a dullness and lifeless sort of unfocused gaze.

Your ears were low again.

Neytiri didn’t know when she became so attentive to your moods or facial expressions. So much so that she could tell when you were somewhat happy and really, painfully sad—

You were just easy to read in this form.

Yes, that was it.

“What is wrong, tanhi?” Neytiri eventually asked because she didn’t completely despise you so much to ignore your change in mood.

There was a twitch in your ears when you heard your name being called. You looked up from the newly planted mushroom seeds you had been mentally counting at Neytiri to find her staring at you expectantly. “Huh?”

She rolled her eyes, “You are not listening. I know you are distracted. What is wrong with you?”

You cringed at yourself for allowing yourself to get so distracted by your swimming thoughts. Drowning in them as usual. “It’s nothing. Just have a lot on my mind.”

But the answer did not satisfy her. Neytiri shook her head, “Sky People are always hiding their feelings. You are doing that. It is okay to be sad. It is natural.”

“I’m not hiding it—” You sighed, turning your gaze back to the mushroom seeds. “It’s just one of those days. Maybe—Maybe today I am sad. I could barely get out of bed and tomorrow it might be worse—what are you doing?”

You watched as Neytiri got up and moved behind you. A second later, you feel a brief tugging at your hair until it became loose from your short braid. “If you want to learn our ways, then you must take care of your hair. I look at it and it is a mess.”

“It was in a braid before…”

“I did not like it.”

With that, she got up again and trekked back into the forest. You watched her go in bewilderment at the sudden change of conversation and attitude from the Na’vi woman. You had no idea what had come over the woman or what made her suddenly leave, but you didn’t focus on it for too long. The confusion and startlement you had was enough energy to continue planting the rest of the mushrooms. You didn’t bother putting your hair back into a braid, not wanting to spend time threading through the thick strands until your fingers were too sore to complete your job. And the last thing you needed was something stopping you from finishing this one simple task—

A splash of cold water was suddenly dumped onto your head, leaving you soaking wet.

And terribly pissed.

You snapped your head behind you to find Neytiri placing the leaf down next to her—which was glistening with water. The same water that was now spilled all over you.

“Neytiri—ouch!”

“Hold still.” Neytiri hissed at you as she ran her long fingers through your hair.

You grumbled but reluctantly listened, still confused and a bit pissed at what was going on. And for a while, the two of you remained there. You, sitting on the ground still counting the seeds quietly to yourself while Neytiri stayed behind you. Braiding a few strands of hair.

It was then you realized just how different your hair was from the way it was in your human body. The hair length was very similar to how you used to wear it when you were a teenager. You wondered then just how old this avatar body was.

Once she was finally finished, she crouched down in front of you to get a better look. Her yellow irises scanning your face and her work. Tucking rebellious strands behind your ear, patting down some of the fuzziness, and making sure the braid was visible around your face.

You watched her quietly. And soon, when she was done obsessing over your hair, she watched you too.

It wasn’t the way you and Jake watched each other. This—this had something different about it.

Time was an illusion here. Trapped in her yellow gaze. You hadn’t realized you had been staring for so long—nor did you realize you had briefly glanced at her lips—until a sudden sound from the forest pulled the both of you out of this strange trance.

And once you snapped to your senses, your body quickly reacted. You shot to your feet and cleared your throat, “I gotta check on the avatar now.” You didn’t meet her gaze. “I’ll see you.”

Before she could stop you, you already scurried off. Stopping once you were far enough away out of her sight.

Stopping when you felt a new pair of eyes watching you rather closely.

You glanced around the forest surroundings as you approached the longhouse with a frown until your eyes locked on another pair of yellow eyes. Severe ones.

Tsu’tey was in the trees further away but enough for you to see him watching you, even when you caught him doing so. He did not look away from you. Narrowed eyes and that scowl resting on his angular face.

For a moment you wondered what the look was for. You wondered what he could yell at you about this time, even though you listened to his demands and had stayed away from the Omatikaya territory.

A scared part of you wondered if he had seen you and Neytiri just now.

Nothing happened. But still, it would give enough ammunition for him to verbally attack you. Hate you even more possibly.

Except there would be no battle today. As Tsu’tey disappeared within the trees without a word.

You were confused but relieved at the same time.

Dealing with an angry clan leader was not on your to-do list. Nor were you properly prepared for it.

After watching the trees in silence, you eventually went inside.

Neytiri watched your retreating figure with a frown, her heart…shifting—only a little bit as you disappeared. Her gaze then moved toward the trees, the area where the sound had come from before. And with an irritated frown, she got up and stalked toward the area.

They were still there. She could feel their eyes on her as she went further into the forest. With a hiss, she glared at the trees, “Come out. Enough hiding!”

Just a little bit above her, a few feet away a familiar warrior snaked out of the bushes and seated himself on the large branch with his usual expression he wore whenever he was away from their shared hut.

Neytiri frowned up at Tsu’tey, “You are watching me.”

“I am watching her.”

After a beat and a quiet sigh, Neytiri climbed up the tree and joined him. Despite his very sour mood, he tugged her close to his side as they sat together. On the branch, they had a good view of the Avatar Compound. A few dreamwalkers were running about but none of them seemed to bother Tsu’tey as much as you did. Neytiri could easily tell with how he kept glaring at the longhouse, the same place she always watched you disappear in whenever you left your false body.

“You have been spending time with her,” Tsu’tey stated more so than asking. There wasn’t much to hide, they both knew Neytiri spent some of her free time visiting you. Only when Tsu’tey or Jake are busy with their duties and she’s finished with hers before the both of them. “I do not like it.”

“She has done nothing.” Neytiri reasoned.

“Yet.”

“And what did I say if she does? I would kill her myself.”

As she said this, Neytiri felt a certain wavering in her heavy words. Like a part of her didn’t believe it anymore.

She rested her head on his shoulder, hugging his arm with a content sigh, “But I cannot ignore what the Great Mother has shown me. She has stopped my bow before and now she’s done it a second time. Do you not think it means something, yawne?”

In the corner of her, she watched as his jaw tightened, his features becoming particularly focused. “I do not trust this.”

“You do not trust the Great Mother?”

“That is not what I mean.” He corrected her calmly. Neytiri knew that Tsu’tey, like any other child of Eywa respected her and trusted in her signs. Always had. That was how he was raised. And she knew he wasn’t about to abandon that because of one demon.

But his words were still reluctant, “I do not know where our Great Mother is leading us. I do not know why she wants that demon spared—when she is just like the rest of them.”

Neytiri considered his words, “Perhaps she is like Jake—”

“There is only one Jake. And she is nothing like him.”

She made a sound of disagreement but didn’t push further on the subject. She noticed how tense he was, how tense he had been for the past week. She wondered then if he was truly upset by this or if there was something more to this quiet anger he so carefully restrained. Of course, his hatred for the Sky People was no question.

But Neytiri knew Tsu’tey.

Skin and bone. Heart and soul.

She knew her mate. Not only as a mate but as a friend. They had grown up together. Along with her sister, Sylwanin. There was nothing he could hide from her even if he tried.

“She may not be like Jake. But clearly, the Great Mother has chosen her for a reason. My mother even allows her to stay—I believe it is time you seek the answers.”

Tsu’tey scoffed but didn’t brush her off. Instead, he leaned in closer, allowing his hand to rest on her growing stomach. “You will be a great Tsahik.”

“Not as great as my mother. Nor my sister.”

Tsu’tey shook his head and cupped her cheek, “You will be great, my beautiful heart.”

A soft smile tugged at her lips only to falter when she noticed how exhausted he truly looked. How close he looked to breaking but hiding it. He could never hide it well from her. Nor Jake.

She then took his face in her hands and whispered soothingly, “What is it, my love?”

Knowing that there was no point in denying a response—knowing that Neytiri would not stop until she got what she wanted—Tsu’tey turned away from her to stare back at the compound.

“The Tipani clan are becoming reckless. They already do not like the Sky People that have stayed—but now that the demon has come, I worry they will begin to take matters into their own hands. I worry…that our clans will begin to clash.”

Neytiri took his hand in hers and pressed a gentle kiss onto his knuckles, “If it comes to it, I will stand by you. Jake will too. But I also will ask you to speak to our Great Mother about your troubles.” She caressed his exhausted lines with a small frown, “I worry for you, Tsu’tey. I do not want you to take on this task by yourself. You have Jake and I to be with you. That is why Eywa brought us together.”

Right then, he seemed to consider her words. His gaze was still unfocused while staring at the longhouse. A silence settled between them.

“Eywa has created this new path for us.” Tsu’tey mused. “Somedays I wonder if it will lead to something good in the end.”

“Do you think it won’t?”

He was silent. And Neytiri didn’t push.

When Tsu’tey went to the Vitraya Ramunong, the night had already settled around him. When he went to kneel at the tree, connecting his queue to one of the links, his prayers were silent. But his questions were clear. His intention was pure to the Great Mother.

What does it all mean? Guide me, All Mother.

So when a single atokirina flew away from the tree, Tsu’tey took to following it both out of curiosity and apprehension. The Great Mother’s answers weren’t always clear. If anything, her signs only led to more questions.

So, Tsu’tey wondered. He wondered if this would lead to any more answers.

Or just more unwanted questions.

Tsu’tey rushed through the forest, never losing sight of the spirit. He kept going and going until he was nearing the Sky People’s base. Until the trees suddenly became familiar. Until the grounds he had seen many times before unwillingly began to appear around him.

But his body never stopped moving. He never stopped following it. Too desperate for answers. Too desperate, too yearning.

Oh Eywa, he was yearning.

And then, and then, and then.

And then he was staring down at your still false body.

It was strange. Seeing no life in your face. Tsu’tey had only seen your false body from far away, but now seeing you up close. You looked so different yet the same as your human form.

Why was he here? Why did the spirit bring him to…

No.

His vision rippled. Your body morphed from your human form to your false body—impossible.

And then he woke up.

Awake.

Tsu’tey finally realized where he was. Instead of standing in the middle of the forest chasing an atokirina, instead of standing over your false body, he was back in his hut. With his mates sleeping next to him. With his son cuddled between both Jake and him. With Neytiri hugging his waist from behind.

A dream. It was only a dream.

But why you? Why you?

Why?

“Yawne?” Tsu’tey breathed out a sigh and looked over his shoulder to find Jake shifting out of his sleep, looking at him through heavy eyelids. He sat up a bit, careful not to disturb Neteyam’s sleep as he did, “Another nightmare?”

Tsu’tey hesitated—considered the question. The dream he just had. Was it a nightmare?

“No. I am fine. Go back to sleep, my love.”

Jake didn’t look entirely convinced but eventually lied back down. Usually, it took a while for Jake to fall asleep, so Tsu’tey lay back down, adjusting Neytiri’s arm around his waist and squeezing his other hand on Jake’s shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jake asked, his voice deep and sluggish.

Tsu’tey nodded, and tucked his nose into Neteyam’s cheek as gently as he could, “I am now.”

It took you a little longer to get out of bed the following week. But you managed. You watched a few more of your mother’s logs and even some of the other ones still in the system.

Dr. Augustine. Norm. Some guy named Quaritch. And then there was Jake Sully.

As a human.

You paused the video to examine his face. You suppose the traits matched his now blue form. The only difference was that instead of his longish dreads, he had a buzz cut in the video. And a tattoo poking out of his short sleeve shirt.

Eventually, you moved on, willing yourself to forget his face for the time being.

You also tried not to think about the fact that Neytiri hadn’t been back for about a week now. Which was normal. You didn’t overthink it. Especially not after that moment—

Eventually, you moved on, willing yourself to forget your thoughts about her.

Then you remembered Tsu’tey. Him watching you so closely. You hoped he didn’t see you and Neytiri. Frankly, you weren’t sure what would happen if he did know.

He’d kill you. That’s for sure.

Eventually, you moved on, willing yourself to forget all three of them.

When you finally got out of bed, you continued with your regular schedule and tried to think of literally anything else. You tended to your garden by yourself and continued checking the baby.

There was a bit of determination for yourself, to keep moving. To not stay in one place any longer or else you’d be stuck.

And you weren’t sure if you’d make it out if you did.

Jake continued visiting the tank room whenever he could.

Today was one of them. Only this time you made it before he did.

“How’s the baby?”

You glanced up briefly from your notes, “Healthy. It might be because Na’vi babies might grow faster in pregnancy—judging by that we might have a couple more months before it’s born.”

Jake nodded, his face serious, “Anything else?”

For a brief second you didn’t respond, too caught up in your thoughts until you realized he had asked you a question. Jake tilted his head, brows furrowed at you.

You shook your head eventually, “No, everything’s all normal.”

He stared at the belly for a moment longer before he left. You were somewhat surprised at his quick retreat but didn’t think much about it. He was some type of great warrior, he was probably busy with something else in his clan. If it meant that the two of you didn’t have to interact much with him anymore or probably a lot shorter than before, then you were okay with it.

It seemed he finally took the hint.

All you could do was keep moving.

Jake came again the next day.

This time around you brought out the ultrasound.

He watched you and the machine intensely. You noticed and gave a sound close to a huff or a snort, “Nothing’s wrong with it. I’m just doing a thorough check-up today.”

A quick look of relief crossed his otherwise exhausted features, “Right, right, of course.”

Once you got the ultrasound running and connected to the avatar, you immediately found the heartbeat with the blurry image of the fetus appearing on the screen. It had grown considerably since the first time you saw it.

“There she is.” You mumbled mostly to yourself. The heartbeat was calming in a way, easing your usual tense muscles.

Jake perked up instantly, staring at you in disbelief, “She? It’s a girl?”

You glanced up at him briefly to find a soft expression on his face upon looking at the fetus. Neteyam—who you just noticed attached to his chest—sleepily snuggled closer to his father’s chest. When his head moved out of the sling, Jake held the back of his head, giving it support.

“Yes.” You gave a short nod.

Another look of relief flashed across his face, this time he didn’t try to hide it like before. A small smile tugged at his lips, “That’s—That’s nice. Amazing.”

In the corner of your eye, you watched him. That easy fatherly expression fell upon his face. How soft his smile was, for something that wasn’t even his. You weren’t sure what to think of it—no, you expected it. It was foreign. A father loving his child. To you at least.

You didn’t know your father. Nor did you have a father figure in your life. That type of love was unfamiliar to you.

Love itself was a foreign concept that you could not yet grasp. The only time you could truly say you experienced something close—similar to love—was with your mother.

And if love was like this—heavy. Leaving you…like this.

You weren’t sure you would want to experience any type of love ever again.

“You sure you’re ready to take on another?” You raised your brows, not looking up from the belly.

Jake looked at you, “Do you care for my answer?”

“I am watching over her. I suppose I should make sure she is left with somewhat tolerable parents—that is, if there aren’t any problems with her when she’s born.” You hummed, rolling your eyes at the sudden look of worry on his face. “Relax, that’s the standard check-up of any baby—well, I don’t know how different it will be compared to human ones.”

A beat went by before he finally answered, “I wouldn’t be honest if I said I wasn’t nervous. What new parent isn’t?”

“Mmm.”

The rest of the session was just the two of you, sitting in a somewhat comfortable silence. Comfortable for you because you were able to ignore him without any problems. And Jake wasn’t being too talkative or apologetic, which was a plus. But he was noticeably less hostile toward you as the time went by. Showing that he was taking the truce quite seriously and keeping his end of the bargain.

In other words, the truce was possibly the best option for you both. You could work in peace without being hammered or interrogated. And Jake would continue his visits without any problems.

You still didn’t like him. And you were sure the feelings were mutual.

But things were becoming easier.

And sometimes you like easy. Just as much as a challenge.

There was a part of him that was curious. Jake didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand Neytiri’s easy trust in you but it only made him more curious as he kept coming to see the baby.

Of course, you were guarded and curt around him. And he was quite the same but that didn’t mean he wasn’t at least a little bit interested in why you were so important to their deity.

So many questions.

A part of him wanted to ask Eywa himself—he wasn’t much used to praying to her but he would now and then out of respect for the People. If he asked, he would possibly gain an answer—which was incredibly rare—or he would gain more questions, which was the more common response.

So, Jake took to finding things out for himself. Even if it meant doing it the hard way. Even if it meant getting his head out of his ass and finally putting things into perspective.

Jake Sully was willing to at least keep this tolerable relationship with you going. Keeping this stable cord steady. You weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. It was time he had to get used to it. It was time for him to get over himself.

And he was willing to show that he did want something different. That he was ready to change, to finally understand you in a way.

But you still didn’t like him. Which was fine.

He didn’t like himself all that much either.

Another week went by and Neytiri still hadn’t come back. Surprisingly, you found yourself missing her. And when you began missing others, you got angry.

Since you didn’t feel like going through that process again, you resolved yourself to thinking that she must’ve gotten busy with her clan. Or grown tired of watching over you and your depressing personality once she realized that you weren’t a threat to her clan.

That must’ve been it. That’s what you chose to believe at that moment.

One day at a time.

You moved forward. Because you had to.

Throughout the week you focused on your work tending to the garden, checking on the baby, and even taking on more responsibilities around Hell’s Gate.

Sometimes you’d help Dr. Patel in the bio labs, other times you went with the other avatars to train your body. There were also days you would help Norm pack different human items he’d usually bring for the Na’vi children of the Omatikaya Clan. You, of course, never ventured too close to their territory whenever you went with him to drop off the items. You’d either stay in the ship you flew in or stay at the base as he left on his own.

Jake still kept coming around but his time there became shorter and shorter with each visit. Again, you didn’t bat an eye. You welcomed it and continued with your work.

Toward the end of your busy and long week, you woke up with a start when a blaring sound struck your room. It had to have been the middle of the night as you looked around frantically, only to realize the sound was coming from your tablet.

Quickly, you grabbed it to find the alarm was the system alerting you something was wrong.

And the problem was coming from the tank room.

You stumbled out of your bedroom and dashed through the long halls until you finally ended up in the tank room. Not caring that you were probably making a bunch of noise in the process.

When you got to Augustine’s tank, your heart sank when you found Grace’s avatar was violently twitching with the lights inside of the tank blaring a red.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you immediately checked for the problem.

The first thing you checked was the avatar itself. Her heart and the baby’s were fine but the avatar’s was slightly elevated, probably in response to whatever was happening to the machine which was the next thing you began to check.

There you discovered that something in it was malfunctioning. Throwing the liquid temperature off, the placentiums weren’t giving any more nutrients like they were supposed to. Whatever was going on, you didn’t have time to fix it or the machine.

If you wasted time like that more damage could be done and you weren’t going to risk that. Especially when the baby was in there. Especially when the baby could receive the worst of your mistake. Of this malfunction.

So, you worked fast.

You searched the room for an empty tank—which you were able to find and rolled it over next to the one Dr. Augustine’s avatar was in. You pulled the empty tank open just as Norm and a few other scientists entered.

“What happened?!” Norm questioned hastily.

Quickly, you jumped down from the empty tank and rushed toward Grace’s, “It’s malfunctioning. I don’t know why but we have to move her.”

Thankfully, Norm didn’t ask any more questions. He ordered the other scientists to help you.

You worked quickly. Draining the rest of the liquid from the tank, carefully moving the avatar—this required multiple hands—until you placed it in the new tank.

“Track her heart rate.” You ordered one of them.

A second later, a woman responded, “Stable but its body temperature’s dropping fast.”

By the time she said that you closed the tank. “Norm, fill it up.”

You jumped down, grabbed the heart monitor from the female scientist, and watched the lines closely. The tank was nearly filled up as Norm came up beside you.

Along with the heart monitor, your heart pounded through your ears as the tank finally filled up. You gave the monitor to Norm and went to adjust the temperature back to the usual settings.

When the blue lights came on it felt as if the room breathed a huge sigh of relief. You took the monitor back as Norm hummed, “Lucky you were the one to get here first. And quick thinking too—do you know what went wrong with the other one?”

The rest of the scientists poured out of the room as you slowly shook your head. “I don’t know. I couldn’t waste time, Spellman. Not when it could’ve risked the baby.”

Norm nodded and patted your shoulder, “You’re right. Good work, Doc.” He moved to the other side of the tank with a thoughtful expression. “You want me to stay and help with anything else?”

The lines on the monitor were stable, which brought you some sense of comfort. And yet the slight panic remained. “No, no. I’m good here. You can go back to bed. I’ll finish up here soon.”

“Okay.” Norm eventually moved toward the exit. “Get some sleep, Reeds. I’m serious.”

You nodded without looking at him. “Yeah, sure. Goodnight.”

“Good morning.” Norm corrected with a tired grin.

With that, Norm left. You breathed in a steady breath before grabbing a chair from the corner of the lab and sinking onto it. The monitor was kept nearby, the heart rate melodic in your ears as you set your tablet down on your lap.

For a while, you studied how far along the avatar was. It had been a good couple of months since you first discovered the child—which left her at about twenty-four to twenty-seven weeks at least. That’s not even counting when she first got pregnant. But compared to a human, the Na’vi pregnancy went by a lot faster, which also confirmed your theory.

Or maybe your perception of time was fucked up with how distracted and busy you had been.

Was that why the malfunction happened? Were you too distracted to notice any faults in the system during your usual sessions? What did happen?

You contemplated this for a while. Until your mind became hazy and your eyes droopy. At some point, you fell asleep next to the tank because there was no way you would leave the fetus’ side at that point. Not after all of that.

It felt as if your eyes had been closed for only a couple of seconds before you were suddenly jolted awake to find Norm standing over you.

“What happened? Is it the tank again?” You instantly asked, turning to check on the tank.

“No, no, no—the—she’s fine!” Norm quickly assured while easing you back into your chair. “I thought I told you to get some sleep.”

You stared at him for a beat, both a tired and an annoyed expression easily falling upon your face. “Well, I assure you I certainly wasn’t sitting with my eyes closed just then.”

Norm winced, “Sorry. I thought you’d want to get in your own bed before Jake gets here.” He rubbed the back of his neck as you got up from the chair. “I had to tell him what happened—he’s flying over now.”

“That’s fine.” You grumbled. “I can stand just one day in the same room with him. Besides, I should probably figure out what went wrong with that tank.”

Norm nodded, “Okay—uh, should I be a mediator for the both of you or..?”

“Oh, please.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s not like I’m meeting their clan leader.”

“You really need to try and get along with him.” Norm chuckled with a shake of his head.

You scowled, “Are you going to keep yapping in my ear about it or be useful?”

“Alright, alright, don’t an ass.” He strolled toward the doorway. “Jake’ll be here in fifteen.”

Once he left, you got to work again. You weren’t an official engineer but you knew a good amount of information from your training back on Earth. You hoisted yourself up and into the tank before you began taking it apart. You stood in it, trying to find out what exactly had gone wrong—while glancing at the heart monitor now and then.

Your brain was moving quickly yet hazily from the sleep. Eyes honed in on the mess of wires in front of you. So distracted by your silent questions and theories that you didn’t hear the incoming footsteps. Only the voice that followed after.

“What happened? Is she okay?”

“Yes, she’s fine.” You replied immediately, watching in the corner of your eye as he approached the new tank. His hair was tied back and across his chest was a leather strap that carried what looked like a machete. “It was just a malfunction with the tank. We were able to get her out before any real damage could be done.”

Jake frowned, “Malfunction? How the hell did you let that happen?!”

“Look, I don’t know.” You replied calmly, ignoring the twitch in your jaw. “I’m still trying to figure all that out. But she’s out of it and fine. Norm helped if that makes you feel better—”

“I thought you had things handled? What happened to that?” Jake scowled, his tone vicious.

“I do.”

“Then what the hell happened—”

“I already said I don’t know!” You seethed, glaring down at the group of wires now hanging from your hands. Somewhere in the back of your brain, you realized that Norm really did have to stand between the two of you. That this truce wasn’t stable enough. That the two of them were just too explosive. “The hell do you think I’m trying to do? Kill the baby?!”

You missed the way Jake’s face faltered slightly, catching himself. “No…No, that’s not what I—”

“Then get off my fucking dick!” You snapped, throwing a piece of the tank to the floor with a clatter.

All sound was gone from the room then.

This was the last thing you wanted to deal with. Being scolded like some child—like you already weren’t beating yourself up over this mess.

You sunk onto the floor of the tank and continued working. Because that’s what you were best at. Not conversations. Not people. Not love.

Work. It was everything to you.

Already you were mentally drowning Jake out, ignoring the fact that there was another person in the room with you. But eventually, you realized that there was nothing wrong with the wires. It must’ve been something else. Another theory down the drain.

Jake uttered your name at one point. And you ignored him.

There was a sigh followed by a short pause before he spoke, “I’m sorry.” You continued ignoring him. There was something about his apologies. You were just tired of them. “That wasn’t fair, you’re right. I shouldn’t have come at you like that—”

“Augustine’s avatar is over there.” You mumbled. “You can check on her yourself.”

There was another silence but you were too focused on what was in front of you to notice or care. You were so determined to ignore him and the sting in the corners of your eyes.

You didn’t like to cry. Especially in front of others.

Thankfully, you ignored him long enough until you realized you were finally alone.

After a while, you breathed out a tired sigh.

Fortunately, as the days went by there were no other problems with the new tank or baby, but it didn’t stop you from always double-checking everything after that close call. So much so that you didn’t realize how much sleep you were missing until Norm pulled you away from your work and forced you back into your room. Locked the door and everything just to make his point.

With the promise of Norm taking care of your work, you eventually allowed yourself to sleep for practically the entire day. Not without the tablet on the dresser next to your bed of course.

Even after catching up on some semblance of sleep, Norm still didn’t let you get back to your schedule right away. Which irritated you of course.

“I don’t want you in my garden, Spellman.”

He rolled his eyes, “And I don’t want you stressing yourself out. As your friend and colleague who happens to care about your well-being, I demand you stay away from the garden until you’re completely rested.”

You frowned at him, “We’re friends?”

“Shut up and accept my love.”

And he kept true to his word. Norm kept you away from the gardens, even the tank room. And made sure that the scientists knew how to keep you away as well. He covered all of his bases.

Damn him.

You couldn’t sit around and do nothing though. So, at some point you were so desperate you resorted to practically begging Norm to just give you something to do that would distract you throughout the whole day. You nagged and nagged and nagged until Norm finally gave in.

“There’s an old link shack north of Hell’s Gate. We’ve been thinking about restoring all of them around the area. But that particular shack’s connection is a little wonky. Maybe you could head over and restock the supplies with your avatar. Maybe even fix the connection while you’re at it.”

You nodded quickly, “Yeah, sure thing. I’ll get on that—”

“And don’t try to sneak your way to the gardens!” Norm added sternly, sending you a look over his shoulder while clicking away at his computer. “Plus, you won’t need the Samson ships. The shack’s not too far from here.”

With that, you went to grab supplies, such as med kits, weapons—one gun and a few stacks of ammo—blankets, Na’vi weapons, a hunting knife, and a bow with a few arrows. You kept the hunting knife to yourself just in case.

After getting all of this, you placed the bag of supplies in the compound longhouse where your avatar always slept when you weren’t linked. Once you got to your link bed and linked up with your avatar, you grabbed the hunting knife and the bag of supplies before taking off north from Hell’s Gate.

The sky was grey today with a few darker clouds on the horizon instead of the shimmering blue you were used to. A storm might’ve been coming.

Which meant you had to make this trip quick. There was no telling how bad these storms could get on this planet.

Similar to how you traveled through the forest with Neytiri, you took to the trees so that you’d have less of a chance of running into or disturbing any of Pandora’s finest. Hopefully, you had learned to be quiet enough to not draw any attention your way as well.

As time went by, the sky got darker. You followed the coordinates Norm gave you while slipping through the trees like the true shadow you were. Traveling and climbing through the trees got easier as you went. You had done it enough times with Neytiri that you knew what to do and how to do it. Albeit not perfectly, but enough to get by. Blending into the environment as best as you could.

You enjoyed it, the vibrant life and colors of the forest once again. Every time felt like you were taking in Pandora for the very first time. Every time felt like a huge breath of the freshest air. Here, you were weightless. You weren’t a scientist. You weren’t human. You weren’t an avatar. You were just were.

You existed here. You were real.

Truly this place was everything you dreamed of when you were younger.

Rain began to pour by the time you spotted the shack. It was propped up and well hidden in a large tree, with moss growing out of the sides, the entire thing looking like it hadn’t been used in a long time.

You slid down from a branch as quietly as you could and landed in front of the metal entrance. By the time you got the door open and crouched inside, you were soaking wet from the rain.

The shack itself wasn’t too small, which surprised you. It must’ve been made to allow avatars to be able to roam freely through here without too much trouble.

Once the door was closed, you sunk onto the empty cot in the corner of the shack and began unpacking the supplies. The med kit went into the cabinets above a wooden table attached to the wall. The blankets went on the cot. The gun and ammo went under the cot in a long black case filled with old and rusted weapons you had to throw out into the rain. You kept the hunting knife tucked in your shorts.

The rain kept going. It was relaxing. Stopping for a moment to listen. Smelling it through the cracked window next to the cot you sat on.

It was nice. You could stay here if you wanted. This could’ve been your new home if you didn’t have responsibilities at Hell’s Gate.

Lastly, you worked on the radio that sat on the wooden table—which you assumed was connected to the main base. So, for the next few minutes, you took your time messing with the radio. Listening to either ongoing static or barely audible voices going in and out. At some point, you messed with the wires a few times before Norm’s voice finally came through.

“Tomato. Tomato. Tomato.”

You pressed one of the buttons, “Hey, Norm.”

“Oh, Jesus! Reeds!” Norm startled. “Warn a guy next time!”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, “I just wanted to test if it worked. Clearly, I fixed it.”

A snap of thunder drew you away from the radio. Seemed like it was getting worse out there. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been out there until now.

Norm seemed to realize this too, “You gonna stay there and unlink?”

“Mmm.” You paused. “I’m gonna try bringing the avatar back.”

He sighed, “Alright, good luck.”

“Don’t need it.” You said as you got up. “I’m too awesome.”

“Whatever, Reeds.”

Another clap of thunder filled the air as you stepped out of the shack. Immediately you were soaked by how heavy the rain was.

Thunder continued to boom, making your skin jump every now and then. It was just terribly cold, making you start to run so that you could get out of it faster.

You ran and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, only to realize just how much noise you were making and that the area was too unfamiliar to you. It wasn’t long until you realized how lost you were. It was just too dark to navigate your way back or recognize any familiar spots guiding your way.

With that in mind, you went toward the nearest tree and began to climb.

But your body was yanked away from the tree bark almost instantly as you were tackled down to the ground by a large weight. Your left shoulder exploded with vicious pain as if a bunch of sharp knives buried itself into your skin and continued to tear through it.

A strangled scream left your lips as the thunder clapped in the sky once more. You could barely see the creature but it was a dark, large beast. Digging further into your shoulder.

You hadn’t even seen it coming. You hadn’t been paying attention.

Now…

Now you might die because of it.

You tried shoving at it, managing to get most of its weight off of you. But the teeth were still in your shoulder. There was still pain. There was still warm liquid dripping down your arm.

When you moved your leg, you remembered the hunting knife in your shorts. Immediately, you dug into your pocket and found the handle instantly.

After that, you didn’t waste any time stabbing at it blindly and desperately. You did this, you kept going until more warm liquid covered your knife-wielding arm. You did this until the animal was limp against your body. Until you were able to push it off and scramble to your feet and run.

The pain was awful but bearable enough for you to run back to the shack at least. Mud was all over your clothes—some of it in your mouth. If anything, you probably looked insane right now.

You ran. Ran. Ran. Ran. Ran. Way too clumsy to be quiet. What’s worse was you had no clue where you were. And there was more shuffling coming from the bushes and trees surrounding you. If anything, you were probably throwing yourself further into the lion’s den.

It wasn’t long until a black creature suddenly came out of the bushes in front of you, causing you to stumble to a stop as it made its way toward you. Sleek and dangerous. Eyes locked on you.

Thunder boomed again. An identical creature came out from your right. Another on your left. Another. And another. And another.

Until you were surrounded. Until you knew there was no way you were going to make it out of this.

You kept your knife in front of you, trying to ignore the pain in your shoulder, the warm liquid running down your arm, the shakiness in your legs. You began to wonder how much blood you were losing with your energy slowly dwindling as time went by—no, it didn’t matter.

Damn it, you weren’t going to die here! Not like this.

“Come on!” You hissed as you pointed the knife at them. “Come on!”

They growled at you, closing in. Finally, one of them pounced toward you. With the knife, you slashed at it. At that, the creature cringed away and missed you entirely but that didn’t mean the others were going to try their luck.

Out of instinct, you stumbled back as two more tried coming for you. Your back hit a tree as you yelled and swung your knife wildly at them.

Only neither the creature nor your blow landed.

The two creatures were thrown to the side as another clap of thunder struck your ears.

Another figure emerged from the trees and rushed toward you.

Instantly, you swung the knife, only for it to be caught in an iron grip.

You screamed.

“Hey, hey, easy!”

It took you only a couple of moments for you to register the words and that they were coming from a familiar avatar. The last person you ever expected to be here.

Jake lowered your arm with a hiss. You blinked as another round of thunder rattled your ears.

The creatures were closing in again. Jake turned his back to you, hissing at them. His larger arm stretched in front of you protectively when one of them got a little too close for his liking. The creature hissed back

You watched warily behind him, still clutching the dirtied knife. Both of you exhausted and animalistic. Yellow eyes glimmering. One with warning and the other with desperation.

Jake looked terrifying in this light. Just as murderous and dangerous as the animals that surrounded you.

You remained behind him, trembling but glaring. Gripping that knife like your life depended on it.

There was suddenly more shuffling, more thunder, and the creatures then scattered.

You, dumbfounded by this, spoke shakily, “Why did they—”

Jake grabbed your wrist holding the knife.

“We need to move.” He said, dragging you forward.

The two of you ran in the opposite direction of the creatures. He hauled you up a tree before climbing up himself. “Is there a link shack nearby?”

For a moment, you wondered how he knew about the link shacks. You leaned on a branch both to catch your breath and because the quick movements left you a bit dizzy. When you couldn’t come up with plausible answers to your silent question you instead said, “I just came back from one. North from here—I don’t know how far it is.”

Your body leaned a little too far. Jake was quick to grab you in his stronger, more stable arms as he pulled you away from falling off the edge, “Hey, hey, Reeds, I need you here with me, okay? Just stay awake long enough until we get to the shack and we’ll clean you up.”

“I’ve...I’m losing a lot of…” Blood. Blood was what you wanted to say. But the adrenalin was wearing out. Your shoulder throbbed horribly. Exhaustion weighed you down and placed inconvenient black spots in your vision.

“I know.” He draped your good arm over his shoulder and kept you upright. “I know, we’ll get there. I promise.”

There was no arguing with him. You were soaked to the bone and in a hell of a lot of pain. Going back to the shack was your best bet in this horrid weather.

Jake continued to support your weight as the two of you followed the same coordinates leading back to the shack—or rather you haze inaudible directions of what you could remember from the information Norm had given you while Jake haphazardly followed.

Thankfully, the rest of the way wasn’t a long journey. Or maybe you just kept blacking in and out along the way, you didn’t know.

Jake and you stumbled through the door of the shack. He closed the door while you made your way to the radio with whatever strength you had left.

“Norm.” You tapped the radio while wincing. The pain in your shoulder was getting worse. Before now you had been tolerating it. “Norm, can you hear me?”

The static went on.

“Storm must be messing with the signal,” Jake said from behind you as he rummaged through the shack. “We should stay here until the storm settles—”

You rested your head against the small table, the rest of his words becoming nothing but muffled noise to your ears. God, you’ve lost so much blood. And you were so tired.

For a moment, just for a few seconds, you wanted to sleep. Only for a moment.

“Reeds.”

A larger hand rested on the back of your neck, bringing you slightly out of your unconsciousness.

Jake kept calling your name. “Hey, where’s the med kits at? We need to work on your arm, okay? And I need you to stay awake. Can’t have you unlinking in this condition.”

Sluggishly, you nodded, “They’re in the cabinets.”

More thunder rolled by. Jake left your side briefly to search through the cabinets above you. You leaned back in your seat, staring bleakly up at the ceiling.

“How long do these storms last?” You asked.

The thunder responded with a clap.

sorry for the long wait! hopefully it was all worth the wait. another 8k chapter, yay, that wasn't difficult to write at all lol! but now jake and reeds are alone in a shack. anything could happen....

(i'm not adding anymore people anymore!)

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soulmates & the na’vi

warning: there’s a bit of nsfw stuff in here. it is alluded to and mentioned towards the end, so proceed with caution

hear me out guys i swear i’m not crazy this makes total sense

rebirth is a crucial part of na’vi culture, and it is linked to their rituals and traditions. as neytiri mentions, energy is merely borrowed and must return to eywa through death. eventually, this energy/soul will be reborn through the new life cycle.

so, what if a soul was reborn into two during the same life cycle, each half destined to meet and reunite with the other?

soulmates would not be unheard of, but they’re definitely not common. just as there have only been 6 toruk maktos, there have only been a few fated pairs.

the na’vi have rituals which allow others to choose mates without being fated, but a soulmate pair would be sacred. you could not deny the connection, no matter who the two people are. they are tied to one another, uniting two parts of one soul.

there would be many signs and strange coincidences...

shared dreams and nightmares. they might not occur every time a soulmate falls asleep, but they are frequent. neither soulmate can see their other half, but they can still feel their spiritual presence. you’d often experience the dream through the other’s perspective, watching through your soulmate’s eyes as they control their movements.

intense senses of deja vu. a na’vi with a human soulmate who attended the school may experience it when learning english. if they have heard their soulmate say a phrase in english often, whether in a memory or a dream, they will recognize it. they may even begin to say it regularly.

for a human soulmate with a na’vi half, going to pandora at all would trigger deja vu, especially after seeing it in dreams.

speaking of shared memories, you’d often experience flashes of them in dreams or at random times of the day. it allows both the ability to peek into their soulmates life for just a few moments, but unable to alter the outcome of the situation.

acute shared emotions. overwhelming waves of happiness will trickle through the bond, elating you at the most random of times. sorrow that leaves both howling with pain. anger clouding the vision of both, leaving their minds foggy. arousal waking you in the wee hours of the night like a storm, buzzing at the edges of your mind and leaving you both panting with need.

na’vi and human soul bonds would be particularly complex and interesting. as you can both see each other’s memories and dreams, a human would be able to see pandora without ever stepping foot on the planet itself. they’d chalk up their dreams to a wild imagination or photos they saw on the internet, but they’d be unable to deny the feeling of freedom and belonging they felt sprinting through the lush, radiant forests of pandora. it’s almost as if they’d been doing it for years.

imagine the confusion and fear the na’vi half would feel if they began dreaming of pandora through the eyes of their human half. knowing they cannot protect them. they’re unsure if they can even forgive their human for siding with the RDA and avatar program. they’d most likely refuse to reach out for help from the tsahik or anyone else from their clan in fear of being exiled.

being around the other for the first time would be overwhelming. since avatars, humans, and recombinants are far less graceful at navigating the lands of pandora, i believe the na’vi half would be aware of their presence far before they’d notice the na’vi soulmate.

the na’vi soulmate following their soulmate around, chalking it up to trying to gather information on the enemy and their intentions. in reality, they crave the feeling of being around their soulmate. it’s a euphoric feeling, like seeing the vitraya ramunong for the first time.

introducing the na’vi’s soulmate to the clan would be a nightmare, but none would deny the avatar/recombinant/human of their fated mate. they’re accepted, although some may be wary.

depending on who the na’vi is, they might not immediately inform the other of their fated pairing. whether that be because they want the other to have authentic feelings for them without the looming thought of fate or because they don’t want to overwhelm their soulmate.

JEALOUSY. both sides definitely experience it. although they can feel that their soulmate has no interest in anyone else, they still get possessive at times. unconsciously wrapping an arm around the other, or trying to intimidate the other person talking to their mate.

MATING FOR THE FIRST TIME??? absolutely overwhelming. never feeling so fufilled physically and emotionally, as your souls finally bond to become whole again.

honestly, if heats are a thing for them? it would trigger it. i said what i said. these would be much longer than most heats, and far more feral than most. claw marks on backs, bruising on hips from trying to get deeper angles, hickeys over every inch of skin imaginable. they’d both feel the burning desire to claim the other from the inside out, and nothing will stop them from coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of their mate. just when you’d think they’re done, their hands would be on you again, mumbling out how beautiful you look when you’re begging.

no one would see either half for at least 24 hours. they’d become incredibly territorial over their other half, especially after being separated for so long.

comfortably knowing that someone will always love them, regardless of their flaws and strengths. they expect nothing but the most raw, pure form of their mate possible. they both know the other truly, and would fight for one another till their last breath.

hi! this is the first thing i’ve ever posted on this sideblog :) lots more to come because i have extreme brainrot from this franchise. hope you enjoyed this because i might do a part 2 just to elaborate (this was kind of just a brain dump). my inbox is open if you want to send feedback, requests, or if you want to talk!!! - ky

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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How they would react if... you fall asleep on their shoulder

Including -> Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Neytiri, Jake and Miles Socorro

A/N -> You are in a relationship with them.

If you fall asleep on Neteyam's shoulder, he would likely react with tenderness and affection. He might gently brush your hair back from your face and softly kiss your forehead. He might also wrap his arms around you, holding you close and keeping you warm and comfortable. Neteyam would likely take great care in ensuring that you are safe and comfortable, and he might even stay awake for a while longer, just to watch over you. When you wake up, he might greet you with a gentle smile and a warm embrace, expressing his love and appreciation for you.

Neteyam and you were sitting on a grassy hill overlooking Pandora's beautiful landscape. You had been chatting and enjoying each other's company for a while, and as the sun began to set, you started to feel drowsy. Without even realizing it, you leaned your head on Neteyam's shoulder and closed your eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

Neteyam noticed that you had fallen asleep and couldn't help but feel touched by your trust in him. He gently wrapped his arm around you and held you close, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his. He smiled to himself and looked out at the sunset, feeling grateful and content to be with you at that moment.

As he sat there, Neteyam couldn't help but feel a deep sense of love and affection for you. He knew that he would do anything to protect you, and he was happy to sit with you like that for as long as you needed. Eventually, you stirred and woke up, rubbing your eyes and smiling up at Neteyam.

"I must have fallen asleep," you said, slightly embarrassed.

Neteyam chuckled and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you," he said.

If you fall asleep on Lo'ak's shoulder, he might feel touched by your trust in him and your willingness to let down your guard and relax in his presence. He might also feel a sense of protectiveness towards you, wanting to make sure that you are comfortable and safe as you sleep. He might gently stroke your hair or lightly kiss your forehead as you sleep.

Alternatively, Lo’ak might make a joke or try to playfully wake you up, not realizing that you are actually asleep and need rest.

If you fall asleep on Kiri’s shoulder, she may react with warmth and comfort. She is likely to see you falling asleep on her shoulder as a sign of trust and vulnerability. Kiri may respond by gently wrapping her arms around you and pulling you closer, gently stroking your hair, or rubbing your back. She may also use nonverbal cues to show her affection and concern, such as leaning in closer, making eye contact, or smiling softly.

Kiri and you are sitting together around the fire, enjoying a peaceful evening at the camp. As the conversation drifts off and the room grows quiet, you begin to feel drowsy and lean your head against Kiri's shoulder. Without a word, Kiri wraps her arms around you and pulls you closer, sensing that you need comfort and support.

As you drift off to sleep, Kiri gently strokes your hair and rubs your back, letting you know that she is there for you. She looks down at you with a soft smile, her eyes filled with love and concern. Despite the fact that you are fast asleep, Kiri can sense that you are feeling vulnerable and trusts that she can provide the comfort and support you need.

As the night wears on, Kiri remains by your side, watching over you as you sleep. She feels a deep sense of happiness and contentment at the opportunity to be physically close to you and to provide comfort and support. When you wake up, Kiri greets you with a warm and loving smile, letting you know that she is always there for you, no matter what.

If you fall asleep on Neytiri's shoulder, she would likely react with warmth and affection. Neytiri is known for her caring and nurturing nature, and she would likely feel pleased that you feel comfortable and safe enough to fall asleep on her. She might gently stroke your hair or your back, or she might wrap her arm around you to provide extra comfort and support. If you are out in public, Neytiri might try to find a more private and comfortable spot for you to rest, or she might simply sit quietly and hold you close until you wake up.

Neytiri and you were sitting on the grassy banks of a river, watching the sunset over Pandora. You had been talking about your plans for the next day and the future, and you had been feeling a bit tired. Without realizing it, you started to nod off and eventually fell asleep on Neytiri's shoulder.

At first, Neytiri was a bit surprised by your sudden change in behavior. She gently nudged you, trying to wake you up. But when you didn't stir, she realized that you had fallen asleep. A small smile played across her lips as she watched you sleep. She felt a surge of affection for you and was touched that you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep next to her.

Neytiri gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face and leaned her head against your. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, enjoying the feeling of being close to you. She knew that you were a deep sleeper and that you would likely be out for a while, but she didn't mind. She was happy to sit there with you, watching the sunset and feeling the warmth of your body against hers.

As the sky turned from orange to pink to purple, Neytiri remained by your side, content to be with you and to protect you as you slept. She knew that you were the most important person in her life, and she was grateful to have you by her side.

If you fall asleep on Jake’s shoulder, he may feel happy and contented by your presence, enjoying the opportunity to spend quiet, intimate time with you. He may also feel protective of you as you rest, wanting to keep you safe and comfortable. If Jake is feeling affectionate, he may express his love through a variety of actions and gestures, such as embracing you, kissing you, or whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Alternatively, if Jake is feeling playful, he may use humor to lighten the mood and show his affection in a more lighthearted way. He may tease you gently, make a joke, or playfully pretend to push you off his shoulder.

Jake and you are sitting on the top of the hill, watching the sunset. You had a long day and you're feeling tired, so you lay your head on Jake's shoulder and close your eyes. Jake wraps his arm around you and kisses the top of your head.

"Ah, this is the life," Jake says with a contented sigh. "I love having you by my side."

You smile and snuggle closer to Jake, feeling safe and warm in his embrace. Jake smiles too, feeling grateful and happy to be able to spend this quiet, intimate moment with you.

As the sun sets and the sky turns orange and pink, he starts to gently rub your back, trying to help you relax even more. You smile in your sleep and let out a small sigh of contentment.

Jake looks down at you with a tender expression, feeling grateful and happy to be able to spend this moment with you. He kisses your forehead and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, hoping to make you feel even more loved and cherished.

As the night falls, Jake wraps his arms around you again, keeping you safe and warm as you fall asleep on his shoulder. He smiles and closes his eyes, feeling grateful and happy to have you in his life.

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(if you have a good gif for Miles, please let me know ! I'm unable to find one)

If you fall asleep on Miles’ shoulder, he may feel content to have you close to him and feel a sense of warmth as he watches you sleep. He may take this opportunity to gently stroke your hair and hold you close, feeling grateful for the chance to be close to you and to show you how much he cares about you. Miles may also feel a sense of responsibility toward you and he may worry about your comfort and safety. He may try to adjust his position to make sure you are comfortable. Miles might feel honored to be able to care for you and support you in this way.

Miles and you are cuddled up on a soft, cozy blanket, watching the sunset over Pandora. You have been talking and laughing for hours, and as the evening wears on, Miles can feel you starting to drift off to sleep. He looks down at you with a smile, feeling happy and content to have you close to him.

"Are you okay?" Miles asks softly, noticing that your eyes are starting to close. "Do you want to go to sleep?"

You nod snuggling closer to Miles and resting your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm just a little tired," you mumble. "This is nice."

Miles wraps his arms around you, feeling a sense of warmth and tenderness wash over him.

"Go ahead and sleep," Miles says softly, kissing the top of your head. "I'll stay with you."

You smile and close your eyes, feeling safe and loved in Miles's embrace.

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LOST & FOUND — neteyam sully

warnings: no use of y/n, human & fem! reader

summary: getting lost in the forest of pandora gets you tangled with a specific warrior na’vi

word count: 1.6k

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the eerie sounds of the soft wind blowing through the forest of pandora, along with distant growls of animals all around, offer no solace to calm your nerves. frightened and helpless, you find yourself on the verge of giving up, your small body in stark contrast to the vast world surrounding you, amplifying your sense of vulnerability, knowing you're practically defenseless, at the mercy of everything in your midst.

as your body shakes and heaves, attempting to calm itself down, anxiety begins to creep into your mind, realizing that sundown is fast approaching. your thoughts race with various potential outcomes and actions you can take to navigate this perilous situation. unbeknownst to you, the soft rustling of a certain na’vi approaching from above goes unnoticed.

pressing your tiny body against a tree, your eyes dart in all directions, with the bioluminescent greenery providing the only illumination in the dark. you struggle to maintain your guard, determined not to fall prey to any lurking thanators.

a strange feeling of being watched suddenly engulfs you, causing your mind to race once more. with wide eyes, you scan every direction, attempting to find who was watching. for a moment, you lock eyes with a pair of large, yellow, feline-like eyes staring down at you, but as you continue to search frantically, those eyes disappear.

now on high alert, you spring to your feet and start looking everywhere, your fight-or-flight instincts kicking in again as you prepare to defend yourself.

"where are you?!" you shout out, recalling the countless horror movies you've watched and second-guessing the wisdom of actively seeking someone who may want to harm you. you cringe at your own actions, trying to think rationally about your next move.

before you can flee from whatever is watching you, someone suddenly jumps right in front of you. startled, you jump backward, landing on the ground as you stumble away from the tall figure.

it’s a na'vi man, holding what appears to be a sharp knife, and his eyes fixate on you with a seemingly menacing intent. you try to stand, but he hisses at you and steps closer, prompting you to raise your hands to signal that you mean no harm.

"nga za‘u ftu peseng, vrrtep?" the na’vi seethes, his large eyes drilling into your skull. shaking your head, you attempt to explain that you can't understand him.

"i-i don't know what you're saying!" you manage to say, gesturing with your hands to indicate your lack of comprehension. you notice that he's slowly approaching you with his knife still defensively drawn, causing you to hunker down, trying your best to avoid a being killed.

now he's standing right over you, the dagger poised at your throat, your arms stiffly at your sides as he gazes down at you. you can feel him taking a deep breath near your masked face. Is he... sniffing me?

observing your chest heaving in fear, he slowly starts to withdraw from you, sheathing his dagger as if he's satisfied with his inspection.

“tawtute... you're coming with me," the na’vi declares. your face drops, your mouth agape.

"you... you could understand me?!" you gawk at him, raising to your feet, feeling less threatened now that he has put his weapon away. you stare at him with wide eyes as he smirks down at you.

realization dawns upon you as you remember what he just said. wait... coming with him?

before your brain can process what your body is doing, you take off running in the opposite direction from where the blue alien stands. you forget that you're still in a forest, and everything around you is twice your size.

eventually, you meet your demise, tripping over a large rock, fully expecting to fall face-first to the ground. but there's no impact, as you slowly open your eyes, feeling a pair of large hands supporting your shoulders, preventing you from falling.

relief washes over you, and you are somewhat thankful that your pursuer was chasing you. "skxawng, rä’ä kem si fayluta nìmun!" he shouts, placing you back on your feet. you grumble at the fact that you aren't escaping this situation. before you can respond to whatever the Na'vi said, you feel yourself being lifted.

"hey! put me down, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" you yelp as he hoists you over his shoulder. you punch his back like a small child throwing a tantrum, finding some amusement in your seemingly futile self-defense attempts. your tiny hands do no damage whatsoever to his back.

you didn't realize how tired you had become from all that running and escaping. feeling like an eternity of walking, you began to grow weary. yawning, you feel your body going limp against the alien's shoulder, although his strong shoulder blades dig into your stomach, making it impossible to sleep properly.

in an effort to break the silence, you attempt to strike up a conversation. "hey, so... what's your name?" you ask, tilting your head and arching your back to get a better view of the na'vi's face. his eyes remain fixed on the forest ahead, deep in contemplation about whether he should share his name with you.

"come on, the least you can do is tell me your name. you're basically kidnapping me, you know," you whine, your head falling limp in defeat.

"neteyam," he finally responds, his accent gives a beautiful sound to the pronunciation. you realize to yourself that he doesn't seem as intimidating as you initially thought. in fact, you find him quite attractive as you take in his appearance: his broad shoulders, and slim waist accentuated by the loin cloth he wears, his tail gently swaying behind him. he's not bad looking at all.

noticing your silence, neteyam reaches for you and changes your position, as if you were a doll in his hands. instead of being carried over his shoulder, you're now sitting on it. you yelp at the sudden change and grasp his braids for stability, with a hand coming up to grip your thigh sticking out from the side of his shoulder blade.

"now that you have my name, tell me yours, little tawtute," he peers up at you, his eyes filled with curiosity, eager to learn more about you.

considering he's only seen your kind attempting to harm his father, you have managed to intrigue him with your docile behavior. he knows that his father was once one of your kind before becoming na'vi, but he's never seen a sky demon up close.

noting your plain clothing that don’t seem to fit properly and the old, rusty mask covering your face. his impulses get the best of him, and he reaches to remove it.

"wait! stop—no!" you cry out, seeing that he's trying to take off the oxygen mask you have strapped to your face. you tug at his hair and try to slap his four-fingered hand away, nearly losing your balance on his shoulder.

he groans and drops his hand, placing it back at his side. "ewya tawute, why don't you want to take that thing off?" he huffs, his hands now reaching to scratch the hair you pulled on.

"because it's what keeps me alive, idiot! i can't breathe the air on this planet, that's why i wear the mask," you explain, adjusting the mask on your head and wiping away the smudge marks left by the Na'vi's fingers on the glass.

after what felt like years of walking, neteyam taps your thigh, indicating that you've arrived. a towering tree dominates your view, leaving your mouth wide open in awe of its beauty.

he gently lifts you off his shoulder and cradles you in his arms, as if you were his small child. it’s quiet, well past sundown, and it seems like everyone else must be asleep. neteyam continues to move stealthily, presumably trying not to make too much noise and wake anyone.

upon reaching a hut, he sighs and places you on the hard floor, creating a small thumping noise that prompts you to scowl at him. you're about to voice your anger when he drops down to your level, pressing a large hand against your mouth and making a 'shh' motion over his own lips. rolling your eyes, you nod in compliance, and he slowly removes his hands, allowing you to keep your lips shut.

standing back up, he signals for you to follow him. as you begin to get up, you slowly realize you're on a very high branch. letting out a little yelp, you lie down on the tree branch, clutching it for dear life and scared of the idea of falling.

"d-do you not see how high up we are?!" you whisper-shout at him, trembling slightly as your clammy hands grip the moss that grows, fearful that if you let go, you'll plummet to your death.

your eyes are squeezed shut, and you refuse to look up at him. slowly he walks back to you and picks you up by your waist. "shh... i’ve got you, little susyang," he reassures you, petting your back to provide comfort. reluctantly, you open your eyes, gripping onto neteyam's biceps.

"can you just carry me to your hammock... or wherever you're taking me?" you whisper, exhaustion finally taking over. without responding, neteyam follows your request, carrying you to his nivi. drifting to sleep in his grasp, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into, allowing yourself to be kidnapped by a na'vi and accepting it. what has your life become?

as you lose consciousness and fall asleep, nestled against neteyam, you twitch in your sleep. he watches you dream, curious about what you could be thinking about, and scoots closer, wrapping you in his large arms. his mind begins to wander as sleep gradually consumes him. before fully surrendering to slumber, he contemplates how he will explain this situation to his parents tomorrow.

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first story omg :O erm yeah idk i just started writing and made this. i’ll for sure continue it but idk where ill take this. also ill try to explain how you just appeared out of no where lmao. didn’t think about that when i started writing. also srry if any of the navi language isnt right. also not proof read

#avatar.com 🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･#neteyam x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar #neteyam #x reader #writing #fanfic #neteyam sully #gyqru

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lucozadehulahoop · 1 year

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Star-crossed. Lo'ak x fem!human!reader

This was originally posted on my side blog @thankeywa. It's a brand new blog and tumblr thinks it's a bot so it's not giving it visibility. Please go give it some love, I want all my avatar!related stuff to be on there.

PART 2 HERE PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE

I know that literally nobody asked for this, but I've noticed a disturbing lack of Lo'ak fics out there, so I've decided to give my input. I've had a story in mind for a while now, and I needed to get it out there. It will be a reader insert to make it more accessible, but it's somewhat based around an original f!character, so I apologize for that in advance if it gets too specific.

WARNINGS: Lo'ak is 20 years old in this and so is the reader, I do not write about minor characters. There will be eventual mature themes in this so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK.

For everyone else, if you like my writing, please let me know if you want to be on the tag list for future installments and SEND ME REQUESTS (head canons, imagines, sfw/nsfw, ecc.) ! I love that shit.

words: around 1.200

summary: reader is a human left behind on pandora, she grew up with the remaining humans who'd been aloud to stay on the planet after the war and has been friends with the Sully clan her entire life. She and Lo'ak were best friends until he began to pull away from her in their teen years for seemingly no reason. This story is about them reconnecting on the day of her twentieth birthday, and dealing with the feelings they have for each other and the obstacles that come with them being from two different worlds.

TW for this chapter: angst, smoking (don't do it, ever), brief mentions of alcohol, brief mention of war and death, brief mention of child birth, reader can breathe on pandora.

Y/n looked at the 'birthday cake' made out of cookie rations that Norm and Max had made for her. No matter how many years would pass, her dads always knew how to get creative.

"I'm twenty years old, you guys don't have to keep throwing me a birthday party." She reprimanded them softly, though her heart was filled with joy. Y/n was so thankful to have people in her life who cared enough to make her day special every single year.

"Considering you spent most of your early existence tied to test tubes to stay alive, we're merely celebrating the scientific marvel your continued survival has been." Norm joked, raising a beer, and y/n shoved him, before blowing out the single candle that had been meticulously re-used each year. It was a wonder how there was any wax still left on it.

"What did the birthday girl wish for?" Max asked, reaching for a dried-up cookie and cringing slightly at the taste as he chewed on it slowly. "The whole point of a birthday wish is to keep it to myself... or it won't come true. Honestly, I question your two's knowledge of Earth's traditions." y/n shook her head, before taking a celebratory sip of alcohol.

Norm and Max left eventually, back to the main base. They were more than capable of piloting a helicopter those days, and y/n was all grown up. More than capable of living by herself. What once had been an avatar lab, smack dab in the middle of the forests of Pandora, had been converted into her home. Pandora's rapidly repopulating fauna had surprisingly left her residence alone, well... mostly. There were still some creatures who couldn't help but keep themselves away. And by creatures, she meant Spider. Y/n was also friends with actual people like Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk, and... Lo'ak. Truth be told, she didn't know whether or not she and Lo'ak were even friends anymore. They'd been thick as thieves for as long as she could remember, always getting him out of trouble and fixing him up after a scuffle with his siblings. But then, around her sixteenth birthday, he'd started pulling away, and y/n had never understood why. They'd had a big fight about it, bottom line, he hadn't wanted to be around her anymore and y/n had to accept it.

"Open up! It's fucking freezing out here!" Came Spider's loud voice followed by an incessant banging on the door that immediately pulled y/n out of her reverie. "Alright, alright..." she laughed a little as she went to let them all inside. The Sullys were always insisting on spending birthdays together, even though some of them were now getting too big to even fit inside her 'home'. Neteyam had to walk around with his back bent forward, and Kiri knocked over quite a few things before they made it to y/n's main living space, which was more or less Na've-proof. "Happy birthday!" Tuk hugged her and y/n struggled not to feel crushed by the embrace. Even the littlest Sully was now nearly as tall as her.

Y/n let them all inside, already giving them dirty looks at the sight of gifts. "I told you guys not to..."

She stayed on the doorstep a little longer, gazing out into the night, desperately hoping one last uninvited guest would turn up. She felt Neteyam's hand on her shoulder. "He's not coming. I tried to talk to him but he was being a skxawng as usual..." Y/n blushed, not really wanting Neteyam to know she was pining for his younger brother. "Oh, right! I was—just checking you were all here..." she closed the door and they both went back to join the others.

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"Alright come on, your mom is going to kill me if you get back late and I don't have enough space in here for all of you. Spider would have to sleep outside." Y/n teased, trying to let Tuk understand it was time to go. "Hey!" Spider protested at her lighthearted jab, but knew it was time for them to get going. Nobody wanted to get on Neytiri's bad side. Y/n hugged them all goodbye and thanked them for the presents: Tuk had made her a lovely drawing, and the others had collectively made her a rather beautiful necklace, which she immediately wore. Y/n waited on her doorstep till she could no longer hear the sounds of her friends chatting, and then proceeded to do two incredibly dangerous things: she sat outside of the protection of her bunker, all alone in the cold Pandora night air, and lit up a cigarette.

She'd discovered a terrifyingly endless supply of cigarette cartoons back at the base almost a year prior, and as soon as she'd tried her first one, she'd gotten addicted. Y/n hadn't told Norm or Max, of course, as it would have broken their hearts, especially because of how fragile she was. Y/n's mother had gone into labor in the aftermath of the battle for Pandora between the Na'vi and the Sky people. The soldier had lost her life giving birth, but her baby had survived, taking her first breath in the inhospitable Pandora air. Norm was convinced Eywa herself had kept her alive, had given her the ability to take in the air that hadn't previously failed to kill any other human. Sure, it had come at the price of being particularly fragile her entire life. And how was y/n repaying that gift? By cutting her miraculous existence short more and more each day. Thankfully, it was a while since she'd been used as a test rat, or had check ups of any sort. As far as the Sullys were concerned... they were way better off not even knowing what she was doing to herself.

A sudden rustling in the trees instantly made y/n alert and she didn't waste any time getting back inside. She showered, and shamefully hid her smokes somewhere her dads or the Sullys wouldn't look. When she had nothing else left to do, y/n forced herself to crawl into bed, placing a hand over her necklace. Her wish to see Lo'ak hadn't come true in the end, and while not surprising, it still hurt like hell.

"A pack of viperwolves? Seriously, Lo'ak?" Y/n groaned in frustration as she cleared her table for her best friend to lie on.

"I thought I could take them." He hissed as she doused him with disinfectant. "Yeah, well, you know human medical treatment hurts like a bitch, so it's either my way, or you're going to have to fess up to your parents about what you did." Y/n tried to sound cold, but she'd always been too soft on him.

When they were younger, and Lo'ak still hadn't grown to be double her size, they would often fall asleep together in her bed. "You don't have to keep doing this shit to prove something, you know?" She whispered to him one night, turning over to look at him and gently touch his face. "Your parents love you. And so do Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk and Spider. Lo'ak, I— we— don't want to lose you."

Y/n was almost asleep when a loud 'thud' coming from outside woke her. Something was moving on her roof, or rather, someone... Y/n didn't show whether she was dreaming or not as she looked out the window and locked eyes with Lo'ak, because the second she did, he seemed to slide off the top of her bucker, falling down into the grass below with a loud groan.

He'd probably just woken up half of the animals on Pandora.

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bean-bean2000 · 27 days

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The Maid - Part 11

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, depression, mentions of suicide, despair, feeling trapped. Mentions of abuse and rape.

Please read at your own risk. Your own media consumption is not my responsibility. Please read and review the warnings before proceeding.

Thank you and enjoy!

Part 10

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You wake to the sun shining in from the small square window and the caws of a raven.

Sitting up slowly, you head directly to the bathroom to bathe. No thoughts have crossed your mind as you’re functioning on autopilot.

You look at your reflection and see nothing. In the deepest parts of your mind you can hear the locked chest rattling and moving to get out, much like Pandora's box, but you push it further.

Not anymore. Just focus on your job. I can’t do this anymore. For your own sanity, push them out.

You get ready for the day and head out to your first destination: the King’s bedroom.

As you perform your duties, it feels as though you’re floating. The world around you seems hazy, almost as if somebody else is controlling your body as you watch through your eyes.

You’re cleaning the room robotically, as you move around sweeping and dusting. You hear nothing besides this constant deep buzzing.

Suddenly you feel a hand wrap around your forearm and makes you turn around. You show no reaction as you’re turned to face Loki, staring at you with squinted eyes.

He’s saying something but you can’t hear until you shake your head out of the haze and focus again. You curtsy low and address him “Hello, my king. How may I be of assistance?”

He stares at you, searching your eyes. “Are you well?” he asks.

“How do you mean, my king?” you reply stoically.

He can’t find that fire behind your eyes that used to burn with defiance, nor that snarkiness he loves to see when you challenge him. He only sees empty eyes staring back at him.

“What happened?” he demands rather than asking.

“I'm unsure what you are referring to, my king. I am simply doing my job, as your maid. I’m doing as you said, your highness. I know my place.” Your eyes look sunken and void of anything.

He frowns at your reply when you turn around and continue your work as he stares at you in confusion and worry.

He steps in front of you “Stop.”

You immediately obey “Yes, my king.” and you stand there waiting for his next order.

He continues to search your eyes, not understanding how a woman with such strong character, the woman he met a few days prior who would rather be beaten than to obey an order, suddenly accept a command so easily.

He sits you down on a chair and analyzes you. He can’t sense any foreign or dark magic on you. There is no curse he can identify. He’s bewildered by your drastic change in character, until he notices this dark purple aura surrounding your body. He doesn’t understand how he hadn’t felt the presence of this magic before, but he quickly realizes that it isn’t foreign. It’s coming from within you.

Thinking out loud he says "You're not supposed to have magic. How is this possible?"

Then, he remembers something his mother had told him years ago when he was a boy:

~~~

"Mother, what do the colours I see around people mean? Everybody has a different one. Why is that?" Young Loki asks.

"My son, those colours are called auras. Everybody has a different aura depending on their type of magic that they have and use. Sometimes, people may have dormant magic, subdued from years of being unused. Those auras, are much different, however. They are usually a deep orange, which can eventually turn into another colour when and if they start using their magic again." The Allmother explains to her eldest child.

"But what about dark purple? I was reading a book in the library that mentioned dark purple auras but I wasn't able to find any details about it." the curious boy questions.

"Dark purple? That is a very rare aura... one I have not seen since our last Great War, centuries ago. A dark purple aura happens when somebody born with magic, has suffered greatly. As a result, their magic is naturally subdued, because the most dangerous and volatile person is one who uses and grows their magic through hate and pain. The dark purple aura reflects the pain and trauma they've endured and almost acts as a warning to others. It is well known by all experts of magic that a dark purple aura cannot be cleared without the affected person healing themselves fully from their trauma." she explains.

"How do you heal them?"

"That is where the issue lays, my sweet boy. Over the years we have learned that this can only happen one way: True love and complete trust. It has been noted that the only thing that can break such pain, sadness and anguish, is unconditional love. Very few cases have been recorded where one with a dark purple aura has found such love and managed to free themselves and accept their true aura, stemming from their true, healed, self." she grabs ahold of her sons hand and guides him through her garden.

"This type of magic is the most powerful and the most difficult to attain as it is not really magic at all. Nobody can simply enchant another to fall in love. The love must be true. This means, it cannot be influenced by any unnatural forces. It cannot be forced or tricked, which is why it is the most difficult ailment to cure, unfortunately. Even more so as times passes because true love has lost its meaning over the years. No book or magical spell can tell you what true love is because there is no singular definition. For a mother, it may be the love she has for her child, for another it may be their significant other, or their sibling...It differs from person to person. Sometimes, an act of true love by the affected person themselves or the one that they love, can break the dark purple aura. Unfortunately, at times, those acts of unconditional love, are fatal; sacrificing yourself for another. True love is a very fragile and fickle thing. Extremely difficult to attain but very easy to break." she sighs sadly as she walks through the mazes of her garden.

Young Loki remained silent the rest of their walk, mind reeling trying to understand what true love really means.

~~~

At that moment he decides to do the one thing he promised himself he would never do without one’s consent.

He places two fingers on your forehead, and you feel a tingle as he begins to read your mind and replay your memories. He starts from last night, with the intention of going back as far as possible to understand who you really are.

When he begins, he can see the box of emotions hidden deep within your subconscious, locked with chains and kept hidden well beyond. He replays your memories in your room and the bathroom.

He pulls back in surprise. “How did you do that?” he asks you.

You do not reply to him and stare blankly through him.

"But... if your magic is supposedly dormant, how are you able to dissociate yourself and psychologically lock your emotions away?... Can I reverse it?" he asks himself, thinking out loud.

He taps once again into your memories and chases after the locked chest hidden in the furthest part of your mind. As he begins to approach it, it moves again, further away every time. Finally, Loki decides to try halting it in its spot with his magic. When he tries to do so, a sudden intense wave of fire scorches around him. Confused, he touches it and to his surprise, he can feel the heat from the fire within your mind. As he tries to step through, a phoenix emerges and screams as it flies at him. He feels the power of the phoenix throw him backwards and he inhales deeply as he staggers back on the table in his room. He's breathing heavily, heart racing as stares at you in disbelief.

What just happened? Did she throw me out of her mind? How is that possible... that has never happened... Who are you?

"May I resume my work, my king?" you asks monotonously.

Loki shakes his head incredulously and waves his hand in the air "Yes, yes, continue. I must take my leave."

He quickly walks to the door and looks behind his shoulder before leaving, watching you broom the floor as if nothing happened.

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Hi! Are your requests open?

If they are, I'd love to request a NSFW Mansk x reader where he gets possessive! Maybe reader wrestles with another recom and Mansk can smell him on her, which pisses him off, and he feels he needs to remind reader who she belongs to?? 👀

Thank you!!

(This is an old ask, requests are still closed for now. Back then they were not.) Thank you for submitting this! Sorry I changed the plot a little

Recom Mansk x f. Recom Y/N (x Recom Lyle / Lopez / Ja / Prager / Brown)

"Barracks Bunny: I Wanna Be Yours"

Bless the people who supply us with gifs, love you Masterlist

Summary: The recoms have a hard time dealing with their Avatars and their needs. Y/N is there to help most of them out, but no matter how often someone comes into her room, her heart feels empty. That is until she gets closer to Mansk who shows her how much she means to him.

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, unprotected sex, scenting, possessiveness, teasing, crying, barracks bunny, cursing, penetration, oral sex, quickies, bond through tsaheylu

Word Count: 13,799 (holy fuck)

When you joined the military, you expected to be in and out in a few years. It wasn’t something you planned on doing most of your life but it just so happened to be that you stayed until you died.

You didn’t really have anything to lose, so when the RDA started recruiting soldiers to leave for Pandora, you signed up for the program. The journey to the planet was the hardest and most unbearable part of it all. Once you finally arrived, everything seemed to be great again. That was until war broke out. It was the entire planet against humankind. A war which lasted less than a day. A battle that killed you and everyone you knew.

That girl died that day, but her memories were given to you. You’re her Avatar, mixed with her and the Na’vi DNA. Life seemed different to you now. You had a new perspective and you had your friends back.

Before things got serious between the Na’vi and Humans, life seemed pretty good. You were starting to enjoy waking up in the morning because of the people you would see. Colonel Quaritch had and has a squad of highly trained marines. You’re a part of it.

Not a single person knew the other in the beginning but trauma bonding really helped you all get to know each other. You wouldn’t call every soldier in the team a friend. Everyone had their preferences.

Being stuck on Pandora day after day, working from morning to night was difficult. We rarely got time to ourselves which is why the tensions between many of us would rise. No one had been laid in almost a year. It was easier to find someone when we were regular Marines. But now, under Quaritch’s command, higher expectations were to be met.

But nothing runs perfectly all the time. This is why at the end of your time as a human on Pandora, you started feeling closer than usual to a few soldiers. Chemistry and sparks of excitement started becoming visible.

Having friends-with-benefits arrangements wasn’t uncommon, but no one dared ask or initiate anything within the team. One snitch and it’s all over.

In the beginning, it was all fun and games. You realised your potential interest in guys like Lyle, Mansk, and Prager. To be completely honest, most of your squad was surprisingly attractive. Something which you realised early on. Adding to your secret list, you liked Ja, Brown and Lopez too. There even seemed to be something attracting you to Zdinarsk and Walker but you weren’t sure whether you were brave enough to even attempt to go for them.

To your complete surprise, they seemed to like you. As mentioned, you would all just be joking around. Not everyone was constantly present at the same time but you realised you got along well with most of them. As touch-deprived as you all were, jokes became playful touches. Training sessions got interesting because many of them would constantly ask you to wrestle etc. Physical contact was longed for by you and them.

Eventually, you notice their behaviour change a little. When you were with one marine, they would frown when another came into the room looking for you. They had their own little petty arguments going on but what seemed to absolutely trigger the alarms in their heads was when you would be interacted with by people from outside the squad. Obviously, during working hours when the interactions were professional, it was fine. But the second a male soldier from a different squadron would start talking to you or even touch you in the slightest way, the fun was over. One marine from the Deja Blu team would instantly come to your side and shut it down. Not necessarily by violence, but often their presence seemed to be enough to scare others off and they knew that.

Soon, you started to feel like you were never left alone. Always with someone who seemed to escort you wherever.

When the great battle came, things ended very quickly. But waking up as Avatars, that’s a whole new experience. One which everyone struggled with.

Anyway, skipping past all other uninteresting details, things escalated when Lyle decided to make the first move. He decided he couldn’t wait any longer or at least his Avatar felt that way. This new body was much more difficult to deal with.

You were in the gym, doing your own workouts while sharing the room with Lyle and Lopez.

Lopez and you were both focused on your exercises but Lyle got distracted just 10 minutes in. You were wearing your sports bra and workout shorts. Leggings were no longer an option because they were difficult to put on with the tail. He was sitting on the bench he lifts weights on and his eyes were trained on you. They didn’t leave you once until you were almost finished. Lyle watched you do your pull-ups, admiring the way sweat glistened over your skin and especially the way it dripped down the middle of your cleavage. Your arms which were stronger than average but nothing compared to him, trembling along with your legs as you slowly lowered yourself back down.

Lopez noticed him staring from the corner of his eye while he was busy with his weights. It didn’t anger him, just slightly irritated his good mood. Lyle is a Corporal and should be exemplary to the rest of the team. If his self-control is crumbling then what can be expected of the others?

In the next second, he saw Lyle get up and walk over to you. His walk was different too, he seemed more tense.

Lopez rolled his eyes and huffed, knowing that Lyle must have gotten hard. But why in hell is he going to you?

“Y/N?” Lyle says, standing right in front of you. You peer down at him, your head hovering above the bar you were pulling your body up on. He didn’t look himself. You lowered yourself onto the ground, ears slightly pinned back because you didn’t get to finish your workout.

“Yeah?” you ask, pressing your fingers into fists to release the tension from your muscles.

You notice how Lyle almost seems nervous standing in front of you. You’ve never seen him like this.

“I can’t fuckin’ hide it anymore.” he says with a gulp.

You stare up at his towering figure, tilting your head with confusion. What is he saying?

“Just once is fine. Please. This doesn’t have to be a regular thing. I just need you right now.” His voice sounds strained and his body is tense.

“Wh- what?” you stutter, not wanting to assume he means what you’re thinking.

“Please- let me fuck you just this once. I won’t bother you with it again.”

Lyle’s words catch you off guard. He wasn’t joking. You knew that by how desperate and nervous he was. As if he knew that what he was asking was outrageous in a way. A request like no other.

But then again, to be completely honest, you yourself were struggling. Not just getting through the day, but you struggled not looking at Lyle while in the gym. He never has a shirt on when he works out.

Only now do you get an up-close look at all his muscles. The ceiling light illuminates his sweat-coated skin, making him look shiny and you have to take a deep breath to snap out of it.

“Lyle, I-” you start to say but you’re not even sure how to respond. But to your luck, Lyle cannot physically restrain himself any longer. You’d have to hit him to make it clear you’re saying no, but you won’t. Perhaps he can help relieve this unbearable burning sensation that’s been agitating you for weeks between your legs.

He is dragging you behind him and into the showers. Lyle isn’t rough with you, but his movements are hurried. You catch a glimpse of his erection almost piercing through his shorts and seeing Lyle so worked up for you has you wanting this too.

His hands are on you once you reach the showers and he presses you up against a wall almost immediately. One of his hands reaches for the tap and he turns the shower on. It’s pleasantly warm. Both of you have your clothes on which are more torn apart than peeled off.

Once you’re naked, Lyle groans and the sight makes him weak. He leans down to kiss you passionately, exploring your mouth with his tongue in a heated kiss before he just melts and buries his face in your chest. His arms hook under your thighs and he lifts you up to his height while your back slides against the slippery tiles of the wall behind you. There’s no time to say anything. Lyle just needs to be inside you.

He is peppering your chest and neck with kisses in a way to almost distract you from his real intentions. He is gently yet desperately bucking his hips forward until his prodding tip finally finds your opening. Lyle knows he’s on thin ice here but with so little self-control left, his hips suddenly snap forward and his entire length is pushing open your walls.

A string of curses leaves his lips while his face is hiding in the crook of your neck. He seems almost afraid to look up at you because a small part of him knows he should not be doing this. Especially not without talking it through with you first.

“I’m sorry-” he breathily whispers into your ear, but his movements continue. You can hear the guilt in his voice.

“Don’t be.” you answer before gasping when he bottoms out again. His ears twitch forward, wanting to hear all your noises.

Your heavy breathing, caressing hands and occasional moans filter the worries from his mind.

“Fuck, you feel so good-” he breathes out.

His mouth is hanging open and his hot breath is fanning against the side of your face while his hips sloppily thrust in and out of you. You’re eyes watch his thigh muscles flex and biceps strain. You can tell Lyle won’t last long and his mind is too clouded with lust to focus on anything but the pleasure he is feeling from you. So to help yourself a little, you slip your hand between both your bodies and start rubbing your clit. Just enough to have your hips pushing against his.

He looks down as well, watching you play with yourself and it makes his rhythm falter for a few seconds.

“Shit,” he swears, starting to fuck himself into you harder than before. It seems he likes the sight because he isn’t looking away.

Your head gently lolls back against the wall and you decide to pull Lyle closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. With the next thrust, he pushes deeper into your pussy than before. A low growl leaves his lips and at this point, he is desperately chasing his release.

Luckily, you’re not far from your high either. You arch your back off the wall, pressing yourself further against him. The new angle causes his abdomen to slide and nudge your clit with each thrust and you just open yourself to him as much as possible.

Lyle’s hands are digging into your plush hips, holding you in place while he continues to ruthlessly pound himself into you.

You feel your stomach tighten and your nails dig into the hard muscles of his strong shoulders.

He is paying attention to your reactions and body language and somehow having your nails scrape the skin of his shoulders encourages him to keep the same pace but deepen his strokes. Lyle is rolling his hips against yours while continuing to pound into you. Slapping sounds of skin have already filled the room and muffled your small whines.

Warm water is running down both your glistening bodies and you can occasionally feel each other’s muscles twitch after the workout session you’ve had.

You’re eyelashes are soaked and your wavy hair has completely straightened in the water, resting on your back.

Seeing you like this is a gift for Lyle. It feels oddly intimate to him and has him just holding your body closer to his.

“Lyle-” you whisper, barely able to form words. But he knows exactly what you’re trying to say. He’s close too.

With the next few thrusts, Lyle pushes you over the edge and into pure bliss. Your toes curl, your legs tighten around him, your mouth falls open, and your walls clench around his dick. It feels like you’re almost sucking him into you, not wanting to have him pull out until he’s filled you with his cum.

Neither of you have discussed this. There’s been no time. But it’s too late now anyway. Lyle’s hips stutter and with one last thrust, he buries himself balls-deep inside your pulsating cunt before filling you with his hot ropes of cum. You moan his name, gasping when you feel exactly how much he’s filling you up. He’s definitely ejaculating more than the usual amount but you love the feeling.

Your movements still and soon after you, Lyle stops desperately bucking his hips forward and stays inside you for a minute. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to steady your breathing. Looking down again, you notice how some of his cum is oozing out of the sides because he’s pumped you completely full.

After a minute of comfortable silence, Lyle sighs.

“Sorry,” he starts, still seeming to feel too bad about himself to look into your eyes. “I know I shouldn’t have-”

“Lyle, don’t worry about it. You feel better now?” you ask and he nods against your skin. “Me too.” You add.

He looks up at you now and receives a faint smile. He returns it, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out and placing you back on the ground. His cum was now dripping down your legs uncontrollably which reminded him of his other mistake.

“I shouldn’t have done that though.” he says, motioning to the mess he made. “We didn’t decide on that and I’m sorry.” Lyle adds. Yeah, that is another issue.

“It’s not a big deal.” you reply, waving it off. “Even if I get pregnant, I highly doubt I’ll be alive long enough for it to be visible.”

His ears droop to the sides. Not that he wanted you pregnant but he hated when you or others would say things like this. Even if he knew you’re most likely right.

“Besides, I don’t think the lab made the female Avatars fertile. So it’s fine.” you add, remembering them telling you that while you were still human. There was no point in it being that way, so they decided to just have you not grow any reproductive organs. At least not functioning ones. But it seems you can still have a sex life that way so you’re really not complaining.

Lyle seems hesitant about letting you go so he helps you clean up in the shower which you appreciate. After that, you both get ready and dressed into clothes while talking and he brings you to your room before heading to his own. It was a sweet gesture. Something you thought would be a one-time-only thing.

Of course, one can’t forget that you weren’t alone in the gym that night. Lopez had watched the two of you leave and also heard everything he needed, to know what was happening. You would think he would leave out of embarrassment, disgust, or annoyance but no. Lopez stayed to listen to you.

He wasn’t necessarily jealous of Lyle for being able to have you to himself but he knew what he wanted now and it annoyed him that he wasn’t the one making you be that noisy. A desire for you grew in him and once the noise faded, he left the gym.

With his devilish and malevolent character traits, Lopez didn’t keep the news to himself. He found Ja sitting at a table with Prager and Mansk. They seemed to be in a deep conversation and not far from them was Brown who was digging around in the fridge for some late-night snacks.

They heard him burst through the doors and Lopez immediately sat down at their table, interrupting their conversation and bluntly saying “Lyle and Y/N are fucking in the showers.”

That statement shut everyone up. There was a long moment of silence before Lopez cackled at their reactions.

“Say what now?” Ja asks in disbelief and Lopez grins at him.

“Lyle dragged Y/N to the showers.” he said.

“Does she need help?” Prager asks almost getting up, not sure whether you’re voluntarily in there.

“No, you idiot.” Lopez hisses, motioning for him to sit down again. By now, Brown overheard the conversation and quickly returned to the table.

“You saw ‘em?” Brown asks and Lopez shakes his head.

“Saw them leave. But I heard her.” he grins again. Ja smirks at the thought while the others stay quiet. At least Prager and Mansk have the decency and respect to not act like morons.

“She seems to have it as bad as us.” Lopez says, letting his words sink into the silence of the table for everyone to process.

“Stop fuckin’ around and let ‘er be.” Mansk says in your defence, not liking the way they’re talking about you.

Lopez frowns at his words. “Hey, don’t get all protective and shit.”

Mansk’s ears tip back in agitation but he chooses to stay silent. Not because he doesn’t want to oppose Lopez, but because it’s not always necessary to use words.

“Either way, I’m goin’ next.” Lopez adds and Ja scoffs.

“You think she’d let your dumbass?” Ja asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Wait until that fucking heat cycle hits.” Brown adds, placing his drink on the table.

They were told about that before you all got your Avatars. No one spoke about it before but it seems that they have all thought about it a lot.

“She’ll be a bitch in heat.” Lopez grins, flashing his fangs. That really gets on Mansk’s nerves.

“Quit talkin’ about her like that. She’s one of us, so treat ‘er like it.” Mansk growls.

“I was just joking.” Lopez says. His grin turns into a smirk and he glances at Ja again. “Wouldn’t treat her like one.”

“Unless she’s into that shit.” Ja chuckles.

Lopez continues to defend himself. “Hey, to her? I’d be the nicest out of all of you.”

Prager scoffs. “Yeah right.”

“I’m serious. She’s fuckin’ precious.” Lopez adds, trying to convince him.

At that moment, Lyle relaxedly walks into the room with a towel over his shoulder. He spots his teammates and makes his way to their table.

“You lucky son of a bitch.” Brown snarls, crossing his arms over his chest while watching the Corporal.

Lyle stops in his steps, a foot from the table, staring at him. As if he weren’t sure whether Brown meant what he feared he did and if he knew, how?

“How the fuck do you know?” Lyle asks, not even bothering to try and keep what just happened between you two discreet.

“You didn’t even try to sneak away.” Lopez says, grinning up at him.

Lyle sighs, running a hand over his face to deal with the fact that all his friends know what happened between you and him. Not that he was ashamed, far from it, he just wanted to keep it to himself. He wanted to keep you to himself.

“Asshole.” Lyle murmurs, glancing at Lopez.

“How was it?” Ja asks, nudging his shoulder playfully.

Lyle stares at him, not sure whether he wants to share it with everyone but then he is reminded again of you, what you looked like, and what you felt like.

He scoffs, smiling to himself. “Fuckin’ heaven.”

“That’s it?” Brown asks and Mansk shoots him a glare.

“I’m not tellin’ you the details, idiot. It’s between her and me.” Lyle says, standing up for you. He wasn’t about to expose you to them. The moment was special to him.

“If you wanna know so bad, go to her and find out.” Lyle mumbles, speaking before thinking. As soon as they leave his mouth, he regrets saying that. It causes a few minutes of silence before Lopez gets up.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” he says, wanting to walk away but Lyle gets up immediately after him and blocks his path.

Lopez isn’t scared. He often likes to wind up his teammates and cause fights. So he cocks an eyebrow in a challenging manner.

“She’s fuckin’ sleepin’ and you’re gonna let ‘er rest.” Lyle growls, seeming very irritated now.

Lopez smirks at him, taking note of how protective he is being.

“Just cause she let you on her once doesn’t mean she’s yours.” he seethes, squaring off with Lyle.

“You’re turn’s over, buddy. I’m next.” Lopez adds, staring him down before walking away to his own room.

Once the door closes behind him Lyle huffs in annoyance and sits back down.

“He ain’t wrong, you know?” Brown says, taking his things and returning them to the fridge. No one says anything after that, everyone goes their own way.

The next few days you noticed the other recom’s behaviour change. Not drastically, but you can feel it. Lopez suddenly acted very differently towards you.

Oftentimes, he would just hang around you and keep you sucked into your conversation. Then there were times when he would invade your personal space but he never talked about it. He made it seem innocent as if it were normal. So you brushed it off because you didn’t want to bring it up. It didn’t bother you, it was just new.

While you were getting food, Lopez would stand right next to you so that your shoulders were touching even though you both had so much space. One day, you were fixing the engine of one of the helicopters and he stood himself right behind you, stretching his arms forward so that he was caging you in while pretending to help you even though you knew what you were doing. When he did this, you’re face would go red and you would look away. You didn’t understand.

Lyle and the others did and they were always watching his interactions with you. At one point, Lyle told him off for it but Lopez shrugged it off as if it were normal.

When you were testing new weapons, Lopez decided to once again hold you from behind because he said he was helping you with your form and aim. It didn’t really make sense because your stance and shooting was better than his. He didn’t have the authority to help. If anyone should have been giving you tips, it should be Mansk. This was his area of expertise.

Luckily Mansk was there and he was very clearly not happy with what was happening in front of him. Within seconds of Lopez standing too close to you again, Mansk grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him right off of you. Lopez stumbled back, starting to argue with him but Mansk told him off and made him leave. You haven’t seen Mansk so angry before. It made you wonder why that suddenly got under his skin.

He huffed in annoyance before turning to you.

“Sorry about that, you’re form is fine. Keep goin’.” he said and you nodded, practising your aim before taking apart the gun while he watched.

“Thanks, by the way.” You said, glancing at him shortly before facing the front again. His ears are released from being strained back and perk forward.

“I don’t know why he does that.” you say, rolling your shoulder before firing a bullet at the target.

Mansk frowns again at the thought of Lopez.

“You don’t need to let him. He shouldn’t be doin’ that.”

“Yeah…” you sigh, lowering your gun and reloading it. “It just seems harmless. I don’t want to make a big deal of it.”

Out of your view, Mansk scoffs to himself knowing very well that Lopez’s intentions are not harmless. He knows what he wants and somehow, Mansk wants to prevent Lopez from getting to you.

“Trust me, it’s not.” he replies. You listen, staying quiet for a few moments before shrugging it off and continuing. Mansk sighs, looking at the ground before unfolding his crossed arms and stepping forward to you.

He stands next to you, scanning your body to see if you’re standing like you are supposed to. His eyes catch a small mistake. He gently taps your elbow, making you stop for a second before you stretch it and correct yourself. ‘Don’t bend elbows, got it.’ you think.

“There, now it’s good.” he says with a small smile before his expression returns to its usual blank state. You nod, smiling back.

Somehow, his touch felt comforting. Mansk never pushed you. He would test you, but never interfere with what you were doing. He let you work and only intervened when it was necessary. Something about him being so respectful and gentle with you made butterflies erupt in your stomach, but you dared not to react. Then again, he was often cold and quiet, so you found it quite difficult to read him. There were times when you weren’t even sure if he liked you in a normal friendly way, but seeing him look out for you like he did today managed to change your mind.

But Lopez didn’t give up. He was needy and he used his knowledge of knowing your body was difficult to deal with, to his advantage. You get affected by hormones and other’s scents a lot easier now.

One evening, Lopez escorted you back to your room. He didn’t have to, you were fine but he did anyway. You still liked him. He did seem to be clingy often but you blamed it on his struggles to adapt to his Avatar. In reality, that was a part of the problem too. Just like Lyle had struggled with his.

He stopped at your door, watching you unlock it. When you opened it you turned the lights on before facing him again. Something in the way he looked at you had changed. He was leaning against the frame of your doorway and intensely staring into your wide eyes.

Being around you so much made him feel addicted to your scent. Your sweet scent drove him feral at times and made it difficult for him to concentrate on work. He knew exactly where it was strongest on your body and the lust in his eyes betrayed him that evening. You noticed his state and instinctively seemed to know what was happening.

“Can I come in?” he asks. This time, he isn’t pushy or urging you to do anything. Lopez sounds genuine and if you heard correctly, perhaps even a little sad.

“Please,” he softly adds. As if he suddenly realised how badly he’s been behaving to you. It made him feel guilty for taking advantage of your kind heart because you never told him off for it. He wanted to apologise but then again, he was really struggling to fight off his arousal. It did seem to upset him but he just needed you to answer, in case there was a chance you would still let him be near you after all that.

You take a few moments to think about it before stepping aside and opening the door wider. Watching his eyes light up in surprise has you feeling confident you made the right choice. He was an asshole at times but never directly to you.

Lopez warily walked inside, being ready to leave in case you abruptly changed your mind but you didn’t. You closed the door behind him and he looked at you, watching your behaviour to make sure he wasn’t overstepping your boundaries anymore. This time, you decided to initiate the first step, walking forward and gently raising your hand to pull his head down towards you. He melted against your touch. That was what he needed; you to make the first step. Now he knew he had your consent so he didn’t have to torture himself with waiting anymore.

That night, neither of you got much sleep. His harsh thrusts kept you awake. You noticed Lopez was trying to extend his and your pleasure until you both broke and it worked. The forced orgasm denial drove you both to just be rougher and finally, he let you cum with him.

He gave you the necessary aftercare, laying in bed with you for a while after you both finished. He did care for you, but both of you just needed to release some tension. That’s all it was. You kissed once. The rest was just pure sex. There wasn’t anything romantic about it but you didn’t mind. You didn’t want that with him. He’s your friend.

But Lopez left after a while, knowing you’d both get in trouble if he would be seen leaving your room in the morning. Again, you didn’t mind. You like him, but not in the way that you would want to cuddle and sleep in the same bed as him.

Now, do you think that Lopez kept his mouth shut after that evening with you?

Do you?

Do you really?

No, of course not. Why would he? The next day already he was bragging to Brown and Ja about it.

Lyle saw him cackling and Lopez seemed happier than usual. Too happy for Lyle’s liking. So he went closer, pretending to busy himself with anything else while listening to what they were saying.

“No way. She let you?” Ja asked. Lyle frowned, continuing to eavesdrop on his colleagues.

“Yeah. Wait, why are you surprised?” Lopez replied taking offence and nudging Ja’s chest, making him stumble a step back.

“Just thought Y/N had higher standards.” Brown chuckled.

“Yeah, high enough to not let you pass.” Lopez argued. Insults got under his skin very easily.

“We’ll see.” Brown grins, walking away.

Lyle is pissed off now too. No way did Lopez lay hands on you. He didn’t want to believe it but then again, it was out of his hands. In a way, he wished he could have been the only one to experience you in that way, but it’s not up to him. To Lyle, you’re still out of his league in his eyes. If what they said was true then he knows you’re just doing it for shits and giggles. There’s nothing romantic behind it and now, it doesn’t seem to bother him anymore. Who can stop someone from having a little fun?

He walks away, shaking his head and sitting back down at his table with Mansk, Prager and Fike.

“What?” Fike asks, noticing his friend has something on his mind. Mansk noticed it too but decided against pointing it out.

“Lopez wasn’t messin’ around.” Lyle says, scoffing before taking a sip of his drink.

“What do you mean?” Prager asks, dropping the spoon of his soup to listen.

“He actually managed to somehow persuade Y/N to sleep with him.” Lyle says in a casual manner.

Fike laughs, glancing around the room to find Lopez still talking to Ja. “No way.”

Mansk’s ears have tipped back again. He stopped eating and his fingers tightened around the cutlery he was holding. His own eyes raised and found Lopez, glaring daggers into his back. Lopez seemed to feel the eyes on him, turning around and looking at Mansk before grinning evilly and turning back around.

Mansk never had a problem with his teammate until now. He had to really fight off the urge to go up to him and punch him. His sudden craving for violence surprised him because this never happened. Mansk was only violent when it was required of him.

Knowing that an idiot like Lopez had laid his filthy hands on your beautiful body had Mansk boiling with anger. The conversation on the table had faded from his hearing and all he could hear was his thoughts and the clock ticking in the background. Without any hesitation, he got up, leaving his food behind and leaving the room. His friends watched him but didn’t say anything because he left calmly. Mansk doesn’t storm out of rooms, his temper is too good for that.

A week went by now and you have received numerous visits from other recoms. Brown invited you to his room, saying he thinks he found something of yours. Once you entered and asked what it was, he seemed confused that you hadn’t caught on to the fairly obvious request he had. He didn’t actually have anything of yours in his room.

You weren’t used to this. All the sudden attention from everyone. Well not everyone, but many recoms.

You asked him why he didn’t go and ask Zdinarsk or Walker to help him, but Brown just raised his eyebrow and gave you the ‘Are you serious?’ look.

“Not to be rude, but you’re the hottest one here. I’d rather just bear through it than ask them.” Brown says. You know that Walker and Z-Dog would probably just laugh at him, just like they would laugh at all the others. It did seem like he was taking advantage of your willingness to help.

“So I’m your only option?” You ask, not seeming convinced.

“No, Y/N you’re not an option. I’ve fuckin’ dreamed of you like this.” he says, trying to emphasize how bad he has it for you. Brown wasn’t being rude or pushy either. He spoke his words with humour.

You decided to help Brown. I mean, why let him suffer? What do you have to lose? It won’t hurt either of you and you usually get a kick out of it.

By the end of the week, just over half the team had been at your door, begging for you to help them out the way you helped the others. It was almost becoming a routine. One you would never get used to.

But one night, you lay in bed and looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling upset. You felt a little used, but not neglected. Lyle, Lopez, Brown, Ja, and Prager all made sure to show you how much they cared for you. But you were not used to doing something so intimate with someone you didn’t have romantic feelings for.

You also had them all cum outside of you, just to make sure the chances of becoming a mother were being minimised.

At first, it seemed funny to you, but now it confused you. The tough girl you are, you just shrugged it off and went to sleep. They were all nice to you and took care of you when you were done. Not a single soldier just left you afterwards. But something about it still left your heart feeling empty.

To deal with your worries, you decided to try Ja’s strategy and fuck them away. You’re not sure if that will work.

The training routines continued and you were told to spend more time practicing your firearm skills. Those were Quaritch’s orders. You need Mansk to help you out with that.

You’re weekly sessions with him were thereby doubled and Mansk started showing you everything you needed to know about your weapons and their handling. It started off really well. He explained everything to you and you seemed to almost instantly understand. You cherished the small moments with him, like when he would hold your arm to keep your aim straight or when he would readjust your hands with his so that you would be holding the gun straight.

It just so happened to be that Mansk became your comfort person. He was your safe space and you looked forward to seeing him. Of course, you didn’t tell him that. He still intimidated you but there were rare occasions when his stern stare would falter and his expression would soften. You noted this only happened with you and it made your heart race. But you were basically a professional when it came to jumping to conclusions, so you decided to lay low.

Today was another day you would spend mostly with Mansk. Every recom had their area of expertise. Guns and firearms were his.

You were sitting next to each other and Mansk was watching you disassemble your weapon. You have to know what it’s made of, how it’s built and how to put it together and take it apart to be able to properly use it.

The first few bits came off and within a minute, you had taken apart the entire assault rifle. Now you just had to put it all together again. Mansk was intently watching your movements, staying silent to let you concentrate. You started to realise that the quietness of his presence was comfortable and perhaps even the opposite of awkward.

But today you were having a bad day. You’re worries and occasional self-consciousness were infecting your thoughts, so you had a hard time focusing and remembering what to do. Mansk noticed you become unsure of what you were doing so he gave you the next piece, to help you out. You flashed him a small smile before putting it on but it just kept repeating. Your hands started trembling so you rested them on your lap to prevent him from seeing.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it.” you groan, wiping your hand over your face before covering your mouth to hide a small yawn.

“Hey, you managed last time. Try again.” Mansk says, taking your hand to show you how to hold it properly before letting you do your thing. You look down at all the remaining pieces and pick up the wrong one, trying to fit it on but it won’t work.

You sigh, once again dropping your hands in defeat. It’s becoming frustrating but you know it’s because you can’t concentrate. In an attempt to ground yourself in reality and away from your thoughts, your body starts to tip sideways and your head nudges Mansk’s shoulder. He stays still for a few seconds before softly peering down at you. Your half-lidded eyes and droopy ears give your current state away.

“Didn’t sleep much?” he asks with a small chuckle. He thought it might help you lighten up and have you return to your good mood but your body just tensed. You lift your tired head from his strong shoulder, looking at him to see whether you heard him right.

He gets up, slowly taking the bits and pieces from your hands. You watch him closely while your thoughts run wild. ‘Does he know?’ ‘Did they tell him?’.

He flashes you a knowing smirk before turning around to put away the half-finished weapon. Mansk didn’t have bad intentions. Yes, he knew what you and his friends were doing but he didn’t think badly of you. To Mansk, you were still you. The girl he would quietly admire from afar and protect when it was necessary. It’s out of his comfort zone to act on his feelings. But there is more to him than to the other recoms. Mansk genuinely likes you.

Yep, he knows. Your heart sinks and suddenly, you feel dirty, ashamed and embarrassed. You like Mansk and think that he must think badly of you know. I mean, how could he not? You’ve basically fucked all his friends. It makes you feel like a slut. Someone never to be taken seriously again.

He turns to face you again with a faint smile on his face, wanting to show you that he finished putting your gun back together again but he doesn’t see you smiling or laughing.

You’re still sitting where you were, but you’re body seemed to be cramped closer together. He noticed your head hung low and your hand was covering your face while your ears were pinned back and your body trembled with uneven inhales and sobs.

He immediately regretted his actions and choice of words. The gun was put back and he slowly neared you again, thinking of what to do. He couldn’t believe that he made you cry and god, he resented himself for it. Seeing you so fragile and upset made his heart ache.

“Y/N, I-” he starts to say but you shake your head.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, still refusing to look at him.

Mansk can see your tears drop down on your thighs, staining the fabric of your pants. His ears perk at your words.

“What for? I’m the one that hurt you.” he says, running a hand over his head. Never has he regretted something in his life as much as now.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Mansk.” You sob, referring to your hook-up sessions with the others.

He lets you speak, in case there is something you want to get off your chest. To somehow help you, he takes a seat next to you again, but he isn’t sure whether it will do much because he is the one who made you cry in the first place.

“I just feel so stupid and slutty for doing all that.” you manage to push the words out through trembling lips. You don’t know why you’re telling him, but it doesn’t feel wrong. Mansk wouldn’t go and share this with others. He prefers to keep things to himself.

“I am stupid for whining about it now.” you add.

His eyes are saddened at the thought of you hating yourself. He wishes you could see what you look like in his eyes.

“Don’t say that.” he says. His voice is soft and comforting now. It almost feels like a blanket just wraps itself around you and protects you when he speaks.

You sigh before looking up at him. Mansk looks guilty and disappointed in himself which makes you feel bad for falling apart in front of him. You didn’t want him blaming himself for your mental instability.

When he sees your red, glassy eyes, wettened eyelashes and tear-stained cheeks his shoulders slump in further disappointment and his ears droop.

“Mansk, it’s not your fault. I needed to let it out for a while now.” You say softly. He doesn’t say anything, he just looks down and you can see he is in deep thought. His eyebrows are furrowed and his tail is unnaturally still.

To somehow help him, you lean against him again, this time fully relaxing against his side. Mansk doesn’t relax, his body tenses at the physical contact. Something you both exchange very rarely.

“I didn’t want to cry in front of anyone else. Or alone.” You say, wrapping your arms around his larger one while you both sit in silence next to one another. After a minute, you feel Mansk’s tension slowly fade until you’re both comfortable.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch you, he does. He just isn’t used to it, especially not from someone he really likes, like you. Mansk doesn’t see why or how you could like him, but he won’t push you away when you look so comfortable and calm with him. It does something to him. Deep inside, it seems to bring some life to his cold and neglected heart.

“Thank you.” You whisper after a while. He looks down at you, wondering what you mean. You can feel his confusion and it makes you smile, so you look up to meet his gaze.

“For being you. I needed this.” you say.

He’s still staring down at you with widened eyes, but his gaze shifts from confusion to adoration and you can see it.

You know that Mansk is a confident person but he is unsure of himself when it comes to him as a person. To make him understand you, you decide to just phrase it as boldly as possible.

“I like spending time with you. You make me feel safe.” you say. You’re words grow softer and almost break into a whisper before you look down again and lean your head against his bicep.

Meanwhile, Mansk’s heart has now sprung to life and is racing. He can’t believe what you just said. You like being with him? It’s something he can’t really understand, but he knows you aren’t lying. Hearing those words makes him feel a sense of pride in his chest because he knows very well that you didn’t say anything along those lines to the others. You feel like this just around him. This moment will forever be remembered by him and he will use it to calm himself and make himself feel better whenever necessary.

Mansk was able to smell the faint scent of another recom on you now and before. He wasn’t angry but he hated that they had still tainted you like this. It weakened your sweet scent which he looked forward to feeling every day. But again, now you were with him, not them.

After another few minutes of just relaxing in each other’s presence, your eyes meet the clock and you realise how late it is.

“It’s getting late.” You say, slowly unwrapping your arms from his one. The loss of your body warmth makes him long for it now. “I should go.”

He nods, watching you slowly get up.

“Thanks again, Manks.” You smile at him, grabbing your vest before walking to the door. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” he replies, watching you close the door behind you and leave. Now that you were gone, he realised he found your presence comforting too. You both equally muted each other's negative thoughts. Like it was meant to be.

The next day, Quaritch cancelled your time in the weaponry room with Mansk and told you to join Lopez, Ja, and Fike in regular training. You weren’t going to disobey his orders so you went.

It was tough, not only pushing through all the physical work but also dealing with the teasing, especially Ja and Lopez put you through.

When you were doing push-ups, Lopez sat himself in front of you and kept trying to fluster you with praise and pet names.

“Just like that, good job, babygirl.” he grinned, watching your concentration falter and break.

“Shut up.” you breathe out, trying to reach your goal.

“Come on you’re so close, don’t stop now.” he coos and you groan out in frustration, trying to stay composed. After your pleasant interaction with Mansk, nothing anyone did really got to you anymore. A week or two ago, this would have made you a blushing mess. But now, Lopez seemed to just get on your nerves. You still liked him as a friend, but he was also the type of friend who could use an occasional punch to the face.

Mansk walked past the gym with Lyle and the Colonel. Quaritch was telling them about the mission and they all paused to look at the four of you work out. It was pretty clear that you and Fike were the only ones really doing much. Lopez and Ja were constantly hanging around you.

Mansk automatically searched for you and his ears tipped back in irritation when he saw them hanging around you. Lopez had his typical grin on his face and Ja seemed too amused for his liking. They were both watching you struggle and he could see that they were commenting on what you were doing. His eyes also caught on to the way you glared at them, which made him want to go in there and remove them from the room to leave you in peace. But it wasn’t up to him.

Luckily, Quaritch spotted their little game too and opened the large gym door, barking orders at them.

“If I don’t see the two of you as tired and hard-workin’ as Y/N I’ll assign you to hard labour and night watch.” The Colonel threatens, making Lopez and Ja jump up and straighten their posture.

You freeze, looking over your shoulder while holding yourself in your one-arm-push-up position, before smiling and continuing. Mansk smirks, watching you perfect your form during your workout and Lyle chuckles before they walk away again.

That evening, Mansk decides he wants to do something nice for you. You have to put up with morons like Ja and Lopez all day and you’re expected to be fine. Manks knows it must wear you out, so he wants you to end your second bad day nicely.

You’re in your room, hair still damp from your shower while you flick through one of your old books. It’s already an hour past dinner and you’re in you’re sitting in your large sleep t-shirt and loose shorts. Suddenly, your head jolts up and your ears perk forward when you hear a knock on your door. You freeze and your heart drops for a few seconds. What if it’s someone asking you to ‘help’ them again? You wish you had a peephole.

Either way, even if it is, you don’t have to agree. You felt bad to reject them before but now, you feel more confident to just say no. You don’t feel like hooking up with someone you barely know or don’t have any intimate feelings for anymore. It’s not what you like.

A wave of sudden confidence surges through you and you put your book on your nightstand before getting up and reaching for the doorknob. Opening it, you don’t even look at the person’s face before starting to speak.

“I’m not doing this anymore. You can leave n-” you say but your words catch in your throat when you see Mansk.

He looks slightly confused and you quickly correct yourself.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know it was you. I thought maybe-” you start to stutter, before sighing and facepalming your forehead. ‘Great job at reminding him of your slutty behaviour.’ you think.

Mansk smiles to himself, catching on to your thought process and feeling pleased you were ready to decline anyone else.

“Evenin’.” he says in a cocky manner, stretching his smile into a one-sided smirk.

“Hey, is everything alright? I was-” You start to blabber but your words get caught in your throat once you lower your gaze to his middle. Mansk is holding a bouquet of flowers. Beautiful red ones. You’re eyes go wide and you look back up at him, wanting to hear an explanation.

Your reaction seems to amuse him.

“Yeah, I got you flowers. Figured after all you’re goin’ through, it’s the least I can do.” he says, handing them to you.

Your eyes flicker between the flowers and his eyes as if asking him whether he is serious. Once he hands them to you, you continue to admire them before smiling up at him in a way he’s never seen you smile. You feel tears sting the corners of your eyes and the tip of your nose.

No one has ever gotten you flowers before. No man at least. Not in this way.

“Thank you.” You say. Your voice has grown softer and quieter while you digest that you have received flowers from Mansk. You don’t know where he could have possibly gotten them from. Perhaps he picked them because you definitely can’t get any from a flower shop here. But either way, this small action warmed the core of your heart.

“You deserve ‘em. Better ones probably, but those were the only ones I could find.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. It seems as though this is the first time he is doing this too.

“No, they’re beautiful. I love them.” You say with the biggest smile stretching across your face. One that tells Mansk he did good and that the flowers were good enough for you.

You don’t want to dismiss him. Especially not after this kind gesture. You also happen to miss his presence ever since the Colonel cut your sessions with him.

“Would you like to come inside?” You ask, stepping aside and pushing your door open a little further.

God, yes does Mansk want to. But he’s afraid of overstepping your boundaries. He’s even more afraid of you thinking that he is after what the other recoms are. Which is your body. Mansk sees you for who you are. You mean more to him.

“If you don’t mind.” he says, not moving until you reassure him it’s okay with you one more time.

“Not at all.” You smile again, making way for him. Mansk decides to step out of his comfort zone a little and be a little more forward than usual. Staying quiet and ignoring his feelings hasn’t really gotten him anywhere. Now, he might have a chance with you and he will do anything to not mess it up.

He enters your room. It’s not anything special. All of your rooms look alike. You’re not allowed to excessively decorate them either, so there isn’t much looking to do. Less distractions mean he can spend more time admiring you.

You close the door behind both of you and walk over to your table to put the flowers in a glass of water. The RDA doesn’t provide you with vases so this will have to do. Then you go to your bed to sit on it. There isn’t anywhere else one can sit except for the ground. Glancing up at Mansk you pat the spot next to you, silently asking him to join you. Mansk listens.

The bed dips under his weight and once again, you find yourself silently admiring him. He’s so big. Not the buffest, but you preferred it this way. Extreme amounts of muscle often even scare you. Mansk is lean, built and tall. His torso carries most of his weight and you love how his chest and arms often make normal shirts and clothes look a size too small. But before he can notice your lingering eyes, you look away and ahead of you.

“Did Lopez and Ja get night watch?” Mansk chuckles, hoping to break the ice with a small joke. He’s expecting you to say no.

“Yeah.” you say with a scoff when you remember their stupid games.

Mansk’s smile is wiped off his face. “Really?” he asks, wondering what else they had done to receive punishment.

“Mhm.” You nod, straightening your posture before sighing. “Lopez tried to do push-ups above me.”

Mansk’s ears instantly tip back as he pictures Lopez climbing on top of your body to further annoy you.

“It didn’t work.” you snort, shaking your head. Mansk looks back down at you. God, you’re so innocent in a way that is has his heart melting for you. You probably don’t even realise that most of the things they do are meant to be sexually aggravating. While thinking of what those two idiots put you through again, Mansk suddenly picks up a vague scent. Once again it isn’t yours. It hints to Lopez and it just winds Mansk up. There is nothing he hates more than the way they stain and pollute you with their smell.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other day. I didn’t mean to.” You say, reminding him of the way you basically hugged his right arm. It brings Mansk back to reality, making him pause his violent thoughts.

He turns his head down to look at you. “You didn’t.” he reassures you. His voice once again calms all your nerves. “It was nice.”

Your ears perk up at his words and your tail swishes against the mattress while you peer up at him.

Seeing how beautiful and relaxed you look drives him to further express himself. Something, Mansk never does.

“You’re nice.” he softly says, watching how your beautiful, glassy eyes widen in surprise.

You’re at a loss for words. The next few moments you just gaze into each other's eyes. Mansk doesn’t want to move too fast because he is still worried you will think he just wants a quick hook-up. He wants you, all of you, but it’s up to you to initiate the first steps. Just so that he knows you’re comfortable for sure.

You sigh, dropping your head into your palm.

“You’re making me feel too special. I’m not used to this.” you say with a soft chuckle. He notices a small blush appear on your cheeks and it makes him smile. If he really has that effect on you then Mansk is the happiest man on this planet.

“Then I’ll make you get used to it.” he smiles with a soft laugh.

“How do you like me?” You ask, seeming self-conscious of yourself as well. “I slept with all your friends, I mean. Who does that?”

He notices you get nervous and he knows he has to step in before you get upset again.

“Y/N, it doesn’t bother me.” he says, turning to you so that his body is now fully facing you. “Y/N.” he repeats, gently touching your shoulder in hopes of persuading you to look up at him.

“I don’t care about that.” he says and you gulp, leaning your body into the touch of his large, warm hand.

Mansk isn’t lying. Sure, he would get annoyed at their attitude towards you and he hated that they used you, but it didn’t make him think any less of you. Your actions didn’t bother him about you because he knew they weren’t ever intimate in a romantic way with you. He knows he is the only person seeing you this relaxed and comforted because apparently, he makes you feel like you can open up to him. That’s what he cares about and it prides him greatly.

“I love you.” you suddenly blurt out. Your words surprise you both equally but they brighten Mansk’s expression.

“Sorry-” you quickly say, cursing to yourself. “I got carried away and-”

“Say it again.” he asks. His voice is so faint one could count it as a whisper. You stare at him for a few long seconds before slowly repeating yourself.

“I love you.” you say, knowing there is no going back now. You’re in too deep. The blush on your face just darkens and Mansk smiles to himself before looking away. You watch him, confused about his reaction.

He’s staring at the door in front of the two of you, not moving a muscle. You don’t do anything because he seems to be in deep thought. While a small part of you fears rejection, something tells you that’s not the road the two of you are going down.

Mansk is digesting what you said to him. He’s never received proper affection and love in his life. It’s something very foreign to him which is why he is usually so cold and unbothered.

You want to ask if he’s okay but then you notice how his eyes slowly become more and more shiny. He’s tearing up and seeing his soft side come to light warms your heart again. Mansk is finally opening up and letting his emotions out.

“Mansk,” you whisper and he blinks a few times to return to reality before his sad and tear-filled eyes meet you. The blinking caused a tear to run down his cheek.

Usually, Mansk would have hated himself for breaking like this. In the mindset he was taught, a marine doesn’t break or become this fragile. If he ever felt the need to cry it was no more than three single tears and he was always alone.

But oddly, he didn’t feel the need to hold them back in your presence. He wasn’t sure how you would react and he hoped you wouldn’t be thrown off by his sudden comfort.

“Mansk, it’s okay.” you coo softly, propping yourself up on your knees and gently cupping his face to wipe the tear away with your thumb. Meanwhile, his wide and glassy eyes just stare at you in complete adoration and love. Like a lost, neglected puppy that had just found its home.

He doesn’t know what to do. He is just so in awe of you and how you treat him, it overwhelms him.

You smile at him, gently cradling his head and he swears he’s never felt happier in his life. He feels so appreciated by you and he knows he’s in good hands to be able to let his guard down.

So Mansk drops his head in defeat, finally for once letting his emotions beat him down and come out. Another tear runs down his face followed by a third.

“Awh, Mansk. Come here.” You say, feeling bad that he seems to have such a hard time dealing with his feelings. At the same time, seeing him fold and melt like this makes you realise just how much you really love him.

You move forward, deciding to take control here and sit in his lap. Almost instantly, his large, strong hands gently wrap around you, loosely hanging on your waist. You press yourself against him, resting your chin on his shoulder while he buries his face into yours. He finds great comfort in your soft and warm body. A few more silent tears wet your shirt but you don’t mind. You continue to hold Mansk in your arms and slowly rub soothing circles on his back while he focuses on gathering himself again.

After a few minutes, his breathing is calm and slow and he’s inhaling your scent. Well, you’re mixed scent but he is trying to just focus on yours. It helps him a great deal.

“I love you.” he whispers, lifting his head so that his breath fans against your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine and Mansk spots the goosebumps appear just under your ear. It stirs a form of excitement in his stomach.

“You’re the best thing in my life.” he mumbles, before killing the small silence with a single sniffle.

You wish he had better things than you, but you decide to accept the compliment and leave this conversation for another occasion.

You smile, before lifting your head and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It warms Mansk’s heart and he is once again getting lost in your eyes before his flicker down to your lips. He needs you to initiate it. Mansk doesn’t trust himself.

You do the same, slowly leaning a little closer to see whether you both want the same thing. His eyes now focus on your lips until your nose brushes against his. You’re not sure whether you should kiss him because your relationship with him has become so special, you likewise don’t want to ruin it. His large arms around you tighten just a little and it convinces you to go for it. You press your lips against his, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment of the kiss.

Mansk holds you close to him, instantly kissing back. Just like that, all his problems seem to fade. You eliminate all the negativity in his life.

The kiss starts off soft and affectionate. Both of you take your time because you don’t have anywhere to be. It’s late in the evening, so very few people are awake.

But after a while, you notice Mansk doesn’t let you go. You stay seated in his lap, running your fingers through his short and thick hair while cradling the back of his head with your free hand. Neither of you want this to end. You haven’t felt so serene and happy in a long time.

The small kiss turns into a heavy make-out session. Both of you long for touch and close physical contact. Especially Mansk who has deprived himself of it for years.

You pull away to refill your lungs with air but it seems Mansk doesn’t feel the need to. He continues to almost worship you, peppering soft kisses down your jaw and to your neck. If he would pick up any sign of concern or discomfort from you, he would stop, but you tilt your head to the sign and once again lean into him. It makes him smile against your skin before he gently uses his teeth, dragging his fang along the side of your neck.

You sigh at the pleasant feeling of having him so close to you. It’s more than you could ask for.

He places a small kiss on top of the area of skin he just nibbled before slowly pulling back to look at you.

You look so relaxed it’s beautiful. He usually only sees you during the day which is when you’re stressed, pumped full of adrenaline or just neutral.

“You smell nice.” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulder and softly inhaling. He takes your words to heart and wants to say the same when he remembers that you don’t smell like you.

“You-” he says before stopping. You wait for him to finish his sentence but he doesn’t so you pull away again to meet his gaze.

His eyes avert from yours, down to your shirt. Your nipples are vaguely visible through the fabric. It’s a beautiful sight to him, but the moment is being ruined by the invasive scent that has attached itself to the shirt.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, wondering what is going through his head.

His fingertips caress your shirt and he takes the hem of it between his finger and thumb, gently rolling the fabric.

“I smell them on you.” he says and you notice how his eyes seem to have suddenly grown darker again. His ears once again tip back. You’re not sure whether you should apologise or be embarrassed. Maybe both.

“Sorr-”

“Ruinin’ you’re pretty scent.” he mumbles. Mansk’s instincts interpret this as a threat. Someone else has scented you other than him and he naturally feels the need to replace it with his own.

Somehow, his sudden mood change really turns you on. He seems possessive and protective of you and you really want nothing more than to be his. Right now, that’s all you ask.

But he holds back again. He isn’t sure whether you would be okay with letting something as intimate as this happen between the two of you. Sure you’ve hooked up with the others before but the fact that he could still smell them on you or mainly on your clothes was unintentional.

He is still examining your shirt and a low growl leaves his lips. You feel the soft vibrations in your hands and it sends excitement straight to your core.

It’s as if you can suddenly read his mind. As if you know that he doesn’t want to rush things with you because he’s afraid of scaring you off.

“Mansk-” you say, and your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

He tears his eyes from your shirt to you.

“I wanna be yours.” You say, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. You don’t care about being bold anymore. You want Mansk to stop holding back. You need him to know how much you want him.

He seems to immediately catch on to what you’re saying, and his eyes widen and his ears perk forward.

“Really?” He asks and you smile, noticing he is more verbal than usual.

“Yes, please. Make me yours, Mansk.” You breathe out, shifting closer to him on his lap. “I don’t wanna be theirs.”

You recall Brown teasing you that you smell like him and Ja which made them laugh. You didn’t want to but at the time you didn’t believe what they were saying.

“Fuck.” he mutters under his breath before pulling your head to his and once again connecting your lips. Only this time, he is rougher.

You know he is gentle with you but if this is what he is like when he’s worked up, then let’s sign you the fuck up!

You kiss back, pressing your chest against his. His large hands run over your back, down to your hips until they reach the edge of your shirt. He lets his hands slide up and under the fabric, just so that he can grab your hips and pull them against him. You smile in the kiss, finding his carefulness amusing so you pull away momentarily to pull your shirt over your head. He watches you with wide eyes and the second your upper body is bare in front of him, Mansk just loses himself. He’s so in love with you that he can’t even express it through words. He’s desperate to show you and make you feel how much you mean to him.

“God- you’re so beautiful.” he breathes out, just admiring you. His hands fall from your hips as if he were afraid of ruining the sight by touching you.

You give him a soft smile before you reach for his shirt.

“Can I?” you ask and he nods, suddenly feeling very warm. When you remove his shirt, a small blush appears on his cheeks and he seems flustered.

“Such a pretty boy.” you coo, running your warm hands over his chest and middle section. He exhales softly, letting his eyes close for a few seconds so that he can focus on the pleasant feeling of your touch.

You press your forehead against his, running your hand over the back of his head once more before you feel the base of his queue. Mansk’s eyes open and gaze at you again. Your own queue is already hanging over your shoulder and he looks at it before looking back at you.

You give him a confirming smile so he raises his hand to gently reach for your queue while pulling his own one over his shoulder.

You both watch the small thread-like tentacles move at the tips of your braids. Mansk is more confident now because his anger for Lopez and Ja is still present. He wants to claim you in every way possible, so seeing his soft side fade isn’t a surprise.

“This’ll show ‘em.” he says, glancing up at you once more to make sure you aren’t objecting before connecting your queues and forming tsaheylu.

You suddenly feel each other on a deeper level and it drives Mansk wild.

“Mine.” he growls, pulling you into him and attacking your neck with his lips. Your bare skin rubs against his and you grind down against his growing erection. He already feels so big, it just excites you more.

His hands are all over you, groping your chest and the flesh of your hips as if he were covering you in the invisible paint of his scent. Suddenly, his arm fully wraps around you and he gently lifts you off of him, placing you down onto the bed before he climbs on top of you and continues to mark you. His tongue darts out and he draws it down your neck to your chest, leaving small trails of saliva while occasionally sucking hickeys into your soft skin. Anything to make you, his. He has to make sure it will be obvious to the others the next time they see you. No one will ever get to smell your sweet scent again besides him.

His body moves lower, starting to work on your pants before slowly pulling them down your legs. He groans in arousal when he sees a small wet patch stain your underwear. You’re lying on your back, holding on to the pillow under your head while your wild tail continues to flick, showing your excitement.

Mansk gently parts your legs, opening them to him so that he can get a full view of you, even in panties.

“All mine.” he whispers before lowering himself down. He licks and kisses the insides of your thighs, making you squirm because he’s so close to your core. Your inner thighs are also really sensitive to his touch. He sucks a hickey into your soft flesh, clearly marking you as his.

Your scent is stronger than ever between your legs and he can’t help himself but just press his nose right against your clothed core, inhaling deeply. After all, Mansk’s Avatar has its needs too.

You gasp and the sudden action makes you close your legs around him and drop your head back. He smirks up at you, gently holding one of your thighs up while his other hand fumbles with your panties. He’s asking you for permission through his eyes and you nod, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your queues are luckily long enough to allow him to move down you.

He leans forward, taking the fabric between his teeth before tugging it down by his fangs. Seeing him handle you in this way just makes more butterflies erupt in your stomach. At this point, he could do anything and you would let him.

Once they’re off, Mansk looks back down between your legs and curses. His pupils widen with lust and he moves your legs out of the way again so that he can see all of you.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” he growls, attaching his fingers to your heat and parting your lips to expose you to his predatory eyes. Without further ado, Mansk lifts one of your legs onto his strong shoulder while holding the other one open. Then, he lets his head sink down to you until his mouth lands on your slit. His tongue darts out and he licks a long strip from your hole to your clit, making you squirm again. Your back arches off the mattress and you hiss in pleasure, trying to open your legs even more for him to just offer yourself.

He starts to eat you out, burying himself between your legs. You fall into an ocean of euphoria as your senses are clouded by arousal and pleasure. This is not how you thought you would end your day. Time seems to suddenly run faster than before while you continue to lose yourself. But before you can cum, he pulls away, licking his lips and grinning at you.

“Ya’ taste like heaven.” he says, wiping his chin with the back of his hands before deeply kissing you again. His tongue pushes past your lips, finding yours. You can taste yourself on him and it does things to you.

Your leg lifts onto his hip and you try to push his pants down with your heel. He pulls away with a soft chuckle before undoing his belt and letting you push his pants down with your feet. Your fingers reach for his underwear and he helps you pull it down. All clothes have to go. Mansk wants to feel all of you with all of him. Nothing is allowed to separate the two of you.

He presses his hips against yours and you feel his throbbing erection nudge your inner thigh. It makes you let out a shaky exhale.

“You belong to me.” he growls into your ear, taking one of your hands and interlocking your fingers. You nod, pressing your cheek against his as you relish in the feeling of feeling each other’s body heat.

“Then fuck me like you mean it.” you say, wanting to feel him and pleasure him. Your words take him by surprise. He never knew you could have such a dirty mouth, but damn did it make him harder. You’re so beautiful laying beneath him like this, so ready for him to just take you and claim you for himself. Your legs are wide open, offering your pretty pussy to him and your chest is arched against his. It’s better than anything he could have asked for.

Mansk doesn’t hesitate anymore. He’s done with that. It’s just you and him now, he knows he doesn’t have to wait with you anymore. He pulls his hips back, glancing down between both of your bodies to make sure he is lined up with you. Moving forward, his tip nudges against your entrance, gently applying pressure. You whimper, pushing your hips up against him. That’s how Mansk knows he’s found it.

In the next second, he rocks his hips forward, pushing his entire length into you in one stroke. The way your tight walls clench around him, coating him with your slick, makes him stifle a moan. You feel amazing. Better than amazing.

You let out a soft moan and your body tenses at the intrusion. But it feels pleasurable from the beginning on. It doesn’t hurt like it did with the others.

“Mansk-” you whine. You’re lips are parted and you’re breathing heavily into his ear. “So… big,” you whisper, feeling cock drunk already.

Your words boost Mansk’s self-confidence permanently. You’re so good to him.

“All for you, baby.” he whispers, pressing an open-mouthed hiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out. You hold your breath, waiting for him to move and once he pushes back inside you, you whine his name.

It feels so good it’s overwhelming you. Yes, the others made you cum but you never experienced anything as good as this. The reasons for that are that you are finally bonding with someone you love, not someone to just have fun with, and you’re connected through your neural cords.

He starts thrusting into you at a gentle pace, making sure to bottom out each time. Usually, penetration doesn’t feel that amazing to you by itself but you can feel his pleasure and it spreads to you.

“You feel so good.” he grunts into your ear, starting to lose his breath with each thrust.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you while his hips rut against yours.

With time, he quickens his pace a little while deepening his thrusts. You’re speechless, slowly melting against him and becoming a whining mess.

Every noise you make Mansk catches and replays in his head. He loves it all.

“Such a good girl to me.” he whispers, dropping his head into the crook of your neck to focus on his thrusts.

“Mansk-” you whimper again, starting to mutter and babble out his name. It’s too much for you in the best way possible.

“You doin’ okay, sweetheart?” he asks, peering down at you and you nod your head frantically.

“So good-” you whisper, gasping when he suddenly snaps his hips forward. His thick cock is stretching you just enough to make it pleasurable and his tip is brushing against the beginning of your uterus. It’s like a perfect fit.

You’re drunk on bliss, floating in the clouds to the point where your own eyes begin to tear up. You don’t even notice it at first. Your vision becomes blurry but you can’t even process it. Only when tears start streaming down your cheeks do you realise you may be crying. Mansk sees one trickle down onto the pillow and he immediately looks at you. Normally, he would have stopped and made sure you’re alright but thanks to your bond, he can feel how good you feel. Seeing your dilated pupils, reddened eyes, flushed face, gaping mouth and furrowed eyebrows makes him grin and kiss you as if he were trying to tell you how much he loves you through his actions.

His thrusts don’t falter once and he keeps plunging himself into your needy pussy. Mansk is slowly growing desperate for his release and he can feel you near yours as well. His thrusts get sloppier but somehow, they remain just as pleasurable. You hook both your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer and deeper into with each movement of his hips.

Watching you try to fuck yourself with him makes him lose it.

“Atta girl.” he encourages you with a grin before feeling you clench around him again.

“Fuck- so close.” Mansk hisses, gritting his teeth.

“I- I’m gonna-” you sob through a sniffle, gasping when he angles his hips to dive deeper and harder into you.

“Gonna make you mine.” he growls, harshly thrusting into you a few final times before he’s cumming.

You moan his name, throwing your head back and clenching around his length as your own orgasm hits you. Your legs clamp down around him, holding him close to you.

He moans your name, unable to hold back his own noises but you love them all.

Mansk’s hips stutter and he sinks into you as deep as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you, filling you to the brim until his semen is forced to leak out of you. He’s still buried hilt-deep in your pussy and he bites down on your shoulder, allowing his fangs to penetrate the first layer of skin so that he draws blood. A mating bite is enforced on you. Something neither of you has done before.

You both slowly come down from your highs and your queues automatically disconnect because the mating process has been fulfilled.

Mansk sighs, closing his eyes for a few moments but neither of you move away from the other.

“C- can you stay, please?” you ask him, looking up at him through your glassy eyes. Your fucked out expression is still visible and he feels sorrow that you would think he would just leave you alone after this.

‘That’s probably what the others did.’ he thought, but he didn’t want his anger for them to ruin his time with you.

“Where would I go?” he asks, nuzzling your cheek with his face. “You belong with me. I’m stayin’ here if you want me to.”

You nod, feeling comforted by knowing that you don’t have to spend another night sleeping alone.

Mansk slowly lowers himself down on you, laying on top of you while staying buried deep inside you.

“Is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to crush you or weigh you down.

“Mhm. So comfortable.” you mumble, sleepily. Your arms envelop his body once again and he lets himself relax against you.

“I’m never lettin’ anyone near you again.” he whispers against you and it makes you giggle. “Not the way Lopez and shit touch you.”

You nod, knowing what he means. Finally, their stupid teasing can end. Not only will Mansk be hanging around you now, but your markings will be visible. He is put to peace by the thought of his teammates seeing your hickeys and smelling him on you. They’ll finally know that they will never get to have you the way they did before.

Mansk overheard Lopez saying he’ll try to make an arrangement with you to make his ‘visits’ regular. But now Mansk got you to himself, fully claiming you in ways they didn’t. They don’t stand a chance.

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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txon

txon [t’on] n. night

Anonymous Request: Can I request a Neteyam fic where the female reader that he likes is very shy at first but one day he sees her going into the forest alone at night and he follows her from a distance and eventually steps in to save her from one of the animals like Neytiri did in the first movie, and she asks him why he protected her which eventually leads to him confessing his feelings for her which gives her the confidence to kiss him and hug him.

Neteyam sits near the fires, watching Y/N from a distance. While most eat together and talk, she sits quietly, just a little apart, eating and staring into the dark distance.

He wonders what she's thinking. He always wonders that, when he sees her; she seems to always have so much on her mind.

She stands then, and turns, disappearing into the night. Something propels him forward, and without another word, he slips away, following the beautiful girl.

The sounds of Home Tree are too much for me tonight, so with my bow in hand, I take off into the forest to enjoy the beauty of our home at night. Pandora is beautiful at every hour of the day, but something about it at night, the way it glows just as we do, is so calming to me.

I walk for a long time, slowly, dipping my toes into shallow pools and running my hands along leaves bigger than I am. It rained all day, and everything is damp and you can really smell the sweet earth beneath your feet.

Someone is following me, and they have been for a while, but I think I know who it is, and I'm not nervous.

Well, not nervous that it's someone who might wish me harm.

I've seen him staring at me, the eldest son of our chief, and he thinks I don't notice, but I'm very observant. He looks at me with narrowed, confused eyes, his head tilted to the side, and it seems like admiration mixed with confusion.

Maybe tonight will be the night we finally speak to each other.

She moves with grace through the jungle, and Neteyam struggles to keep up without alerting her of his presence. He loses site of her just for a moment, and when he does, he hears her cry out.

"Y/N!" he shouts, pushing leaves and branches aside, charing forward to find her.

When he does, she is on the ground, and above her is a thanator, snapping at her neck, held off only by her bow which could snap any second.

He removes his long knife from his belt, and sinks it into the beast's neck, silencing it in seconds. It slumps onto the girl, and together, the lift it off of her, rolling it to the side.

"Oh, Great Mother," she says, her voice hoarse, and her eyes wide with fear. Over her shoulder, Neteyam sees why the beast attack - her young are nearby, and Y/N stumbled into their home without realizing.

A protective mother.

Neteyam bends down, grabbing both of her arms and pulling her into a sitting position. She sets her bow by her side.

"Are you alright?" he asks, examining her. It's dark, but he doesn't see any obvious wounds. The blood on her doesn't appear to be hers. "Do you need Tsahik?"

She shakes her head. "No. Thank you, Neteyam. I would be dead if it weren't for you."

Neteyam isn't sure what to say. It's the most the two have ever spoken, and up close, the gentleness of her voice and the beauty of her face are mesmerizing.

"Why?" she asks, panting, dusting the dirt off her legs.

Neteyam narrows his eyes and tilts his head ever so slightly to the right. “Why what?”

“Why follow me?"

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t following you.”

She rolls her eyes. “I heard you an hour ago. Tell me why.”

He reaches behind his head, pretending to scratch, stalling for time and looking anywhere but at you.

“Well, I…”

I grab Neteyam's arm, and he helps me stand on my feet. My heart is still racing, I can feel the thanator's breath on my face; I thought I would surely die because of my own foolishness.

I had been paying attention to the sounds Neteyam was making behind me, and had not noticed the beast's babies until it was too late, and she was on me.

Really, I have no right to ask Neteyam why he was following me. I should only be grateful. But curiosity reigns.

"I noticed you leave, and just... wanted to see where you were going."

"Oh. Nowhere. Just walking. Why did you want to see where I was going, though?"

He looks awkward, put on the spot, but I am not going to give up. I don't know when I'll get the chance to talk to the oldest Sully again; I need to take advantage now.

"I think you're... interesting. Beautiful, and quiet. I wanted to talk to you but, didn't know how."

I try to keep the smile on my face from spreading too wide. "Well, I'm glad you followed me, Neteyam. I would be dead if you hadn't."

"No, you would have fought him off," he says with a grin, but we both know he's wrong. That thanator was gigantic, and she was protecting her children, who are now motherless. They are behind us, too small to fight, and I feel sorrow for what I've done. The pups sniff at the mother's body, and I wonder if they will die without her.

Neteyam must be able to read the expression on my face, because he reaches out and grabs my arm. "They'll be okay. Another mother will come along. They're communal. We should go, before that happens."

I nod, and slip my hand into his, letting him guide me away.

The walk back to Home Tree is long, but not quiet. Neteyam asks me many questions about myself, and I talk more than I ever remember talking before. With every word, he listens intently, nodding and meeting my eyes with his. I feel so seen and heard, I nearly blush.

We return home and stand, awkwardly unsure how to part ways.

"Thank you again, Neteyam. I owe you my life."

He shakes his head. "I'm just glad you're okay, Y/N." He steps in closer, his eyes drifting down to my mouth, and back up to my eyes.

It gives me the courage to stand up on my tip toes, and press a soft kiss to his lips. I shouldn't, it's not appropriate, but he's so handsome, and so kind, and he saved my life, and all I want to do is kiss him.

I pull away, but when I do, he wraps his strong arms tightly around my waist, pulling my body flush to his. With my ear on his chest, I can feel his heart, beating rapidly to match mine.

It feels like the beginning of something great.

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fic #avatar 2 #avatar twow

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daddyy333 · 1 year

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Sensitive | Lo’ak x fem!omaticaya!reader

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.9k

warnings: readers very insecure and shy, reader was technically bullied as a kid, ?

summary: Y/n was always told she was overdramatic and sensitive growing up, so she kept quiet and didn’t tell anyone when something bothered her. Now, watching her mate potentially fall in love with another woman, she’s too worried about overreacting and refuses to say anything until eventually she can’t handle it anymore.

anything in bold like this in the middle of a sentence means it’s either Na’vi or meant to be in Na’vi but I don’t trust the translation websites so I just use the few words I know and make do with it💀

“It’s just a joke”

“You’re too sensitive”

“It doesn’t even matter”

“Why do you care so much?”

“You’re overreacting”

Your whole life, you’ve always been sensitive. It wasn’t hard to bring you down or upset you. You were always overthinking every little thing, analyzing every word a person said and the way they said it. You wished you were different, every single day you tried to stop caring so much but you couldn’t help it.

By the time you turned 18, you were quieter than a mouse. You only talked around your few friends, and even then you didn’t say too much in fear of seeming too sensitive. When something bothered you, you just stayed quiet and kept it to yourself.

Lo’ak thought you were just shy. You were really quiet all the time, but he was so attracted to you; he just had to get to know you. You really loved Lo’ak, more than anything on Pandora. He was so nice to you, and you trusted him and opened up to him a little, and he still accepted you fully.

You didn’t tell him everything though, you didn’t want to ruin something so good. You’d be heartbroken if Lo’ak left you so you made sure you were careful with what you said and how you reacted.

You mated before Eywa and it was a beautiful experience. You both took your time learning each other's bodies and making each other feel good. You were close to opening up all the way after that night, but you were still worried he wouldn’t accept you and all your flaws.

2 years later, you had to leave the forest and it terrfied you. You couldn’t help it then, you burst into tears and cried through it all. The forest was your home. This was where you felt safest. This was where you fell in love, where you were meant to be.

Lo’ak seemed to understand your worries though, and you were thankful. He held you as you cried, wiping your tears and helping you say goodbye to everyone. He felt bad when he could see tears flowing down your face as you rode your ikrans out of the forest.

You made it the Metkayina’s territory and naturally they got defensive and began to try and intimidate you, and the worst part was that it worked. Lo’ak could feel you shaking and he felt bad, wrapping his tail around your thigh and trying to comfort you as best he could.

You noticed Lo’ak look over at a young woman, but he quickly returned his attention to Olo’eyktan and Tsahík again. You looked over at her, ears turned down as you realized how much prettier she was than you.

You tried to ignore it, but when she was one of the Na’vi meant to tutor you guys, it made it hard to forget about it. You were worried Lo’ak would fall for her instead. She was very very pretty, and her voice was smooth and melodic, with the most gorgeous eyes ever too.

Lo’ak was attached to you at the hip the first few weeks. It helped reassure you that he was yours, always. He would always have an around wrapped around you or his fingers intertwined with yours, or at the very least have his tail caressing your back or wrapped around your leg or arms.

But he slowly started getting closer to Tsireya. He’d go sit next to her during lessons and you always sat next to him so you’d follow, and over time you could see the two of them giggling together whenever you took breaks, and she was so touchy in ways she wasn’t with everyone else. At least that’s how it seemed.

You were honestly a little heartbroken, you really hoped he wasn’t like that. You don’t know what you’d do if he asked for a second wife. It’d kill you. The worst part, she’s been trying to be friends with you.

You don’t want to be mean, so you indulge in whatever it is she wants. You’re actually quite close, you tell her lots of things and she actually helps you learn the way of the Metkayina quite a lot. It seems like she tries to talk about Lo’ak a lot, which sucks because it only convinces you more and more that they’re going to get involved any day now.

Lo’ak seems a little distant as time goes on. He’s not making love to you a lot, leaving you lying awake in the late hours of the night trying to ignore your arousal, even with your mate right next to you. He only really makes love to you when your in heat or when he is in rut, but it’s always rough and not as sweet because it’s the only way to relieve the pain.

He also sits with Tsireya a lot at dinner. Or he’ll tell her to come sit with you guys. You come close to snapping and telling him just how much it’s bothering you countless times but you don’t want to risk being seen as dramatic.

You find out you’re pregnant and initially you were overjoyed, excited to become a mother and forever grateful to Eywa for this gift. But then your heart sinks. How would Lo’ak react? You were worried about everything now. Would he still love you after all the changes your body was about to go through? Would he be even more distant?

When you told him he nearly screamed, picking you up and jumping around out of pure excitement. He threw you over his shoulder, making you scream as he ran out to the main gathering place for the clan and said “I’m going to be a father!”

The surrounding people laughed and congratulated you guys, and when his family came out, he ran to them and said “you’re going to be grandparents!” And instantly had Neytiri sobbing. He finally put you down and you groaned, nauseous from all the movement.

You were less worried realizing how excited he was, and it seemed like things got better after that. He was always taking you on dates, rubbing your bump and talking to the baby constantly, helping you through your morning sickness when he could, and he was always hunting and bringing you your favorite foods to keep you strong and healthy.

You concluded that maybe he was a bit distant the last few months, but you’d be okay now that you were about to become parents and he was so present now. Obviously he still spent time with Tsireya, which you didn’t mind, but every now and then you had your doubts.

He took you on a date night, preparing a sweet dish for you since all you wanted to eat were sweet things and took you swimming with Payakan, telling him how the baby was kicking now and showing off your bump. You rolled your eyes playfully at Lo’ak, he was convinced that your bump got bigger every single day.

Payakan let you guys rest on his back and watch the stars until you got tired and fell asleep cuddled in Lo’ak’s arms. He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He fell asleep not that long after, keeping his hand on your bump to hopefully soothe your very active baby and keep it from kicking you all night.

When he woke up, you were still sleeping peacefully, being spooned by him as you mumbled softly in your sleep. He smiled to himself, kissing your head and caressing your bump. He felt the little one move slightly and he couldn’t help it as he blushed a little.

He spent a few minutes with you before he got up and had payakan bring you closer to the island and told him to wake up at sunrise if he wasn’t already there. He got to the island and prepared all his things to hunt for your favorite things right now and spent about 2 hours hunting.

He came back with tons of food, enough to last you a few days and immediately woke up Tsireya to help him cook it the way you liked. He wanted to celebrate today, as it was your 3 year anniversary and you were already halfway through your pregnancy. He was so excited, he almost wanted to leave Tsireya to finish cooking so he could go spend time with you.

You woke up to Payakan moving wildly and you quickly walked over to where he could see you to calm him down. The sun was halfway up, and you realized Lo’ak wasn’t with you anymore. You frowned slightly and noticed Payakan bringing you close to the island so you assumed Lo’ak was already there.

You greeted Jake and Neytiri as you happened to walk past them on the way to your marui pod and of course had to let Tuk talk to the baby for a few minutes and let them feel the little one kick. Tuk was so so so excited for the baby to come, she was asking almost every day if the baby would be here soon.

You eventually continued your journey to your home and when you got closer you heard some laughter and giggling. You recognized Lo’aks laugh but there was someone else’s. You listened for a few more seconds and realized it was Tsireya.

Every insecurity came flooding back and tears filled your eyes. Was this his plan the whole time? To have you sleeping quite literally across the ocean so he could spend time with her in your home.

You opened the flap and she was next to him, holding his hands trying to show him how to grind up these herbs properly. You scoffed and said “Lo’ak…” He immediately looked up and his eyes widened.

He smiled and said “hi, baby! How are you feeling?” “W-Why is she here?” You asked quietly, tears in your eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows and said “she’s just helping me make you breakfast. I’m making all your favorites today, and she’s a better cook than I am so I needed her to help me”

You bit your lip and shook your head, you didn’t buy it. No way she was just here to cook and that was it. You turned around and left, going to the spot you and Lo’ak always go to to spend time together alone and uninterrupted.

Tsireya looked up and said “is everything okay?” “I- I-I don’t know. Do you think I should follow her?” He asked and Tsireya thought for a moment, nodding. He quickly thanked her and went out looking for you.

It took him a while to figure out where you’d gone, but once he did he was running as fast as he could. He got to your secret spot and found you crying, leaning against the rock you two always sat by.

“Baby…y/n, hey hey what’s wrong?” He said and you sniffled. You wiped your tears quickly and said “nothing. I’m fine, I’m just overreacting, it's nothing” “no, no honey. Hey, look at me. Talk to me,” he said and you looked up at him, eyes wet and nose tinted pink from crying.

“I just…y-you’ve gotten really close to Tsireya lately and I…I’m worried that- t- t-that uhm…” you said and stopped yourself shaking your head. He sighed and said “you’re worried I’m unfaithful?” You let out a small sob and said “I-it’s not that I don’t trust you- I-I just I can’t help it sometimes. I know it’s stupid! Just go away”

“Why do you think I’m cheating?” He asked, wiping your tears. You let out a shaky breath and said “well y-…you guys are just always really close. You used to always w-want to sit with her at dinner, a-and sometimes you used to choose to be with her instead of me. E-Everytime Tsireya and I talk she wants to know about you and our relationship”

“It’s not what you think, my love. I…I asked Tsireya to get close to you so she could tell me how you were feeling about our relationship and know what to work on to keep you happy. I- I-I know you’re very quiet and shy and I know if I ask you directly you’ll tell me everything is fine so I needed someone else’s help” he said and you gasped slightly, burying your head in your hands.

He pulled you into his arms, stroking your back and letting you cry. “It’s okay, babe. I know you were just worried about our relationship, and you had every right to be. I can understand that it might’ve looked a certain way from the outside” he said and you shook your head.

“I-I was being sensitive and overdramatic like always” you whimpered and he sighed. He kissed your head and said “why do you talk so poorly of yourself, my love? I don’t think that about you, no one does” “That’s not true…” you said and he furrowed his eyebrows yet again.

He pulled you from his chest to look in your eyes and said “who tells you these things?” “I…when I was a child, I-I used to be made fun of a lot. Even m-my parents would make comments. Everyone a-around me felt that way. I just stay quiet now, s-so no one gets upset at me anymore” you said and he shook his head.

He kissed you softly and said “let me see…please?” He grabbed his kuru and you looked up at him nervously. You nodded and grabbed yours, connecting them. You took a deep, shaky breath and he kissed your forehead, caressing your hand with his thumb. You let him see everything, every memory you had of it all.

“Oh sweetheart,” he said, tears in his eyes. “You didn’t deserve that. Honey, you aren’t overreacting, you have real concerns and worries and I want you to tell me all of them. Don’t ever shy away from talking to me and telling me how you feel. We are about to become parents, don’t you think we shouldn’t keep secrets?”

You nodded and he smiled sadly, kissing you softly. “Why uhm…w-why…” you said quietly and stopped yourself. He could hear your thoughts through tsaheylu, you were wondering why Tsireya was there making breakfast with him.

He shook his head and said “because today's our 3 year anniversary and you're halfway through growing our little princess” You smiled and sniffled. You chuckled and hugged him.

He rubbed your back and said “you’ll never have to worry about me hurting you. I never will. If I did, I promise you it was never intentional and I’ll apologize every single day for the rest of my life” “you’re a really good husband, you know” you said, sniffling softly.

“I try,” he chuckled. He kissed you a few times, nuzzling his nose against yours. You smiled and said “oel ngati kameie, ma muntxatan” “oel ngati kameie” he said and nuzzled his nose against yours once more.

You giggled and said “you know, the baby is realllly hungry” “is she?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“We do not know if it is a girl yet,” you said and he chuckled. He rubbed your bump and said “I just know it is. She’s my little princess. And you’re my queen” “what's uhm…what’s a queen again?” You asked and he chuckled.

You still forgot human concepts here and there which he found adorable. “Like an Earth Tsahík. But way less cool” he said and you nodded, giggling. He stood up and he held his hand out to help you up.

He brought you back to your pod and Tsireya looked up and noticed your slightly reddened nose and cheeks and your still slightly teary eyes. “Oh…oh my, are you okay? Is it the baby? Is something wrong? We should get you to my mother” she said and you shook your head.

“I’m okay, Reya. The baby’s okay too. See?” You said and placed her hand on your stomach where they were kicking softly. You hugged her and she gasped a little, looking at Lo’ak as she hugged you back.

Lo’ak waved his hand dismissively and then gave a thumbs up. She rubbed your back and said “here, have some breakfast. I hope you like it” “mmm, you guys better get some while you can because it’s not gonna be here for long” you said and chuckled to yourself.

Lo’ak smiled at you as you made yourself a place and said “she was just worried that I was unfaithful because of how much time we spend together” They both giggled quietly to each other.

“I should’ve known,” she said and sighed. He shook his head and said “no, no its okay. As much as I wish she didn’t feel that way for so long, some good things came out of it” “like what?” Tsireya asked. Lo’ak bit his lip in thought and said “it’s kind of between us,”

“Ah, I see. Well, take good care of her and write out instructions for lunch and dinner for you while you eat” she said and patted his shoulder, quickly leaving the pod. He smiled to himself and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck.

You hummed and held a piece of fruit behind you for him to eat. “Come on, let’s eat on the shore” he said and you brought your plate out with you as he dragged you out of the pod, forcing you to sit in between his legs as you both watched the sun fully rise and relaxed together.

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