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hiii! i love ur avatar writing and i was wondering if u could write something about neteyam x reader, where they're childhood best friends but then some na'vi guy start to show interest in the reader and neteyam gets all jealous and realize than maybe he's in love with them? idk if this make sense, english is not my first language, sorry :((

All Mine

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Aonung x Omaticaya!Reader (Only Slight), Fem!Reader, Childhood Friend Romance, Friends To Lovers, Jealousy, Anguished Declarations Of Love, Neteyam Loses His Cool For Once

Warnings: Neteyam Daydreaming About Punching Aonung LMAO

Neteyam was walking along the beach with his siblings when he spotted you, talking to the Olo'eyktan’s son. It had never crossed his mind before that you, his childhood best friend, would eventually find someone to romantically pursue. Was it wrong to realize he wanted you to himself, and not in the arms of another boy?

OMG IM SO OBSESSED W THIS IDEA!!! If theres one trope I love, its a jealous love interest 🤭 also, trust me when I say ur English is perfect!! Fun fact but English is also my second language and growing up I was ass at speaking it LMFAO so ur not alone 😭☠️

Yellow Hyacinth - Jealousy

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [02/01/23] ❞

It had been roughly a week since you arrived on the Awa'atlu village's shoreline. When you initially arrived, the Olo'eyktan's son harassed you relentlessly.

There were many things he liked to call you. Freak, weirdo, dimwit, you name it.

There was nothing freak-like about you, per se, but the fact that you were from the forest made you a target to Aonung's bullying. What skills could a woodland girl teach sea people? It was dreadful that you had to hide among them in the first place.

Technically, you had no obligation to go into hiding with the Metkayina clan, but you felt as if the Omaticaya had nothing left for you when your childhood best friend, Neteyam, informed you that he and his family needed to flee.

When Neteyam initially told you that he had to abandon your clan, including you, you wailed into his arms as if he had just perished. You couldn't bear the thought of not being with Neteyam, even if it meant compromising your clan's safety.

The truth is, you overreacted so harshly because you’ve had feelings for Neteyam for years now. You’ve always been unsure if he reciprocated, but there were moments between the both of you where he’d send mixed signals; you didn’t know what shifted or when, but there was just something between you both that felt like you were more than just friends.

And now he wouldn’t be able to stay and see how your relationship would unfurl.

Maybe you were foolish to persuade Jake Sully into bringing you along, but he eventually agreed (albeit reluctantly), since you and his son made each other happy. Neteyam was pleased when you told him you were departing with him.

So there you were, well acquainted with the Metkayina, and accompanied by your dearest friend. Aside from Aonung's pestering, you could put up with it since you knew Neteyam would safeguard you.

However, the more time that you spent with the sea people, the more you began to suspect that it was only you who had detected something between you and Neteyam. You stopped sending hints, even if he overlooked them unintentionally, as it stung too much to persevere.

Aonung eventually stopped attempting to harass you, and you even developed a pleasant friendship with him. Tonowari, his father, had him apologize for his poor behavior; after that, he was actually fairly delightful to converse with.

This was your life now.

...

Neteyam sauntered along the coast, followed by Kiri and Lo'ak. He couldn't take his mind off you; were you safe? Was Aonung bothering you yet again? His father had chided him that he didn't need to be at your side all hours of the day, but he didn't quite understand why his father was amused when he talked about how Neteyam behaved with you. You were his best friend, of course he’s worried!

Regardless, Jake instructed him to keep an eye on his siblings, so he didn't have much of a choice in abandoning them and running to your rescue. Not with Lo'ak prowling behind him in search of trouble.

Neteyam maintained his walk, thinking to himself that he was exceedingly fortunate that you had left the clan for him, and although he wouldn't say it, he was overjoyed.

What he wasn't so thrilled with was how he'd discovered you'd grown closer to that jackass Aonung. You could talk to anybody you pleased, and he knew you were far too pure-hearted to entirely dismiss the Olo'eyktan's son, but why did he feel so bitter whenever he saw you together?

Speak of the devil.

Kiri pointed you out, but when she saw who you were with, she shuddered. “Look, it’s Y/N! And... Aonung.” She deadpanned.

Neteyam was paying little heed to what his sister was saying. No, he was paying close attention to how you were giggling at whatever Aonung said.

What the fuck?

Lo’ak nudged his shoulder. “Bro?”

Lo'ak waved his hand in front of Neteyam's face, which he instantly swept aside. What exactly did Aonung say to make you laugh that hard? You only laugh when you're with him!

Neteyam was practically seething, his fists clenched into balls, as Kiri and Lo'ak snickered to each other out of his earshot. If Kiri didn't know any better, she'd suppose Neteyam was thinking about the finest ways to strangle a (what might as well be) merman.

And truly, he was.

Lo’ak held his fist to his mouth to stifle his laughs. “Dude, are you jealous?”

Kiri placed a hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder, and looked away with a smile plastered to her face. “He totally is.”

Neteyam’s rage was now being directed towards his siblings. “What? No I’m not! Why would I be jealous?”

Lo’ak was still chortling when he pointed behind Neteyam, motioning that he should probably look. He turned around indignantly, and saw that Aonung had a hand on your arm. He was close. Too close for his liking.

And that look. Anyone could see that Aonung was flirting with you. He was maintaining direct eye contact with you, narrowing his gaze. He appeared to be listening carefully to what you were saying, but his smirk paired with his eyes passing over your lips indicated otherwise.

Neteyam just wanted to pummel his stupid, blue face in.

Kiri and Lo'ak burst out laughing as they witnessed Neteyam storm over to where the two of you were. He aggressively inserted his own hand where Aonung's own had originally been, shoving your body into his own by the shoulder. The unexpected intrusion caught you off guard.

“Oh! Neteyam!”

You beamed at his arrival right away, but Aonung frowned. Before you could enquire what Neteyam was doing, he stared daggers into Aonung's head, and hauled you away from him by your bicep. Aonung remained there stunned, staring at your back as you walked away.

“What the hell?”

Kiri and Lo'ak tripped over themselves on their way over to Aonung, howling with laughter, and Lo'ak smacked his shoulder in amusement.

“Sorry cuz, you never stood a chance!”

Aonung’s cheeks darkened deeply. He was thoroughly mortified; he had no idea you were and Neteyam were like that! (You’re not.)

...

Neteyam began to lose confidence throughout the walk once he had pulled you much further away. While you shouted at him to let you go, he inwardly cursed at himself, wondering why he had just done that.

Does he like you?

Your vehement protests about how Neteyam was causing you pain eventually ceased falling on deaf ears. His rage vanished when he realized he'd been treating you like a ragdoll for the entire walk, and he immediately felt horrible. He let go of your arm and buried his face in his hands, ashamed that he had done such a thing to you in the first place.

You rubbed your sore arm, and nudged his shoulder gently. “What’s wrong?”

He looked way too upset, and you rarely saw him like this, if ever.

“Why was Aonung looking at you like that?”

That struck you with irritation. “Are you serious? That’s what this is about?”

His eyes darkened at your words. How could it not be?

You started to raise your voice. “You cannot be for real. You’re just my friend, why are you being so overprotective? If Aonung likes me, that’s my business! Not yours!”

Neteyam snatched your wrist again, evidently upset by what you just uttered. He didn’t know what he was saying anymore. “The only person that can look at you like that is me!”

You went quiet for a time, then realization dawned on your features. “Hold up... do you like me?”

Suddenly, Neteyam’s gaze softened, and he could no longer be furious with you. “How could I not?”

He released your wrist, unsure of what to say next. When he noticed your prolonged silence, Neteyam whirled around, prepared to walk back to his home and cry his frustrations out. He was fighting back tears already; what was the point of telling you this anyway?

You gripped his shoulder and forced him to swivel around and face you. Neteyam could not cover his face, and he felt humiliated because he didn't know why he was acting in this manner. Why was he weeping over a silly look?

He was caught by surprise when you cupped his face in your hands, and wiped the stray tears away. Your irritation had completely dissipated. “You have nothing to be worried about.”

He sniffled. “Why?”

“Because I’ve liked you since forever, but I didn’t think you liked me back. There were so many mixed signals, and you never picked up on my hints, either!”

Neteyam was taken aback. He was at a loss for words.

You rolled your eyes. “Just kiss me, you big idiot.”

Your hand that was on his shoulder was now suddenly imprisoned in his grip, and he jerked you towards his body, lips crashing into yours. He pressed against you with ardor, as if you'd vanish if he didn't embrace you like you were the last Na'vi on Pandora.

Your nimble fingers found purchase in his braids. His hands slithered around your waist, drawing you flush against him, effectively deepening the kiss. He needed you so near that he could only sense your lips against his. When you would try and pull away, his desperate kisses would follow.

You feared Neteyam had forgotten you needed to breathe, because you had to roughly pull his head back by his braids to eventually get him to halt his feverish actions. The minimal bit of pigment on your lips had now smeared, a mark left by Neteyam that claimed you as his. Who the hell taught him to kiss like that?

As you both merely stared at each other, stunned, Neteyam spoke through labored breaths. “All mine?”

“I’m all yours.”

Bonus!

Lo'ak sipped his fruity iced drink, having witnessed the entire exchange from a distance. He patted Aonung's back.

“You wish that was you, huh?”

Aonung punched him.

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onskepa · 4 months

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Okie nefika aside.

LOOK AT HER!!!

Mama kataru!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

So kind and beautiful!!! Y'all there isn't enough appreciation for her!! We gotta fix that!!

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atttwoood · 1 year

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Jungle on the islands of the Metkayina🌿

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wheneclipsefalls · 9 months

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Pairing: Neteyam (23) x Fem Metkayina Reader x Lo’ak (22)

Masterlist I Ao3

This is a contiuation of the Lesson Learned series but can be read as a stand alone

part 1 I part 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: intense doms, harsh, p in v, voyeurism, threesome, possessive behavior, strict rules, spanking, etc.

A/N: Hey Anon, sorry this took so incredibly long but here it is finally!

As always reblogs, comments and any feedback is beyond appreciated!

“Akeo!” You jump to your feet, bounding down the expanse of wet sand and straight into the rushing waves. The canoe has barely met the shoreline before you are rushing toward the Metkayina male, arms open wide in anticipation of his embrace. Akeo wears a face splitting grin at the sight of your exuberant greeting.

He has been gone for three months. Out on a hunting trip with a small group of Metkayina males out at the other islands surrounding your home village. It’s a long time to go without seeing your best friend. You’re used to sharing the stories and struggles of each other’s day till the weight of your responsibilities drift away in the wind. You have known him since you were children, building sand maruis near the shoreline.

Your relationship has been nothing but platonic, despite his handsome features and clear show of his ability to provide for a potential mate. You two have never been able to see one another as more than a found sibling. You spend more time teasing and making fun of the other than ever seeing each other as potential mates. The thought alone makes a disturbed shiver run down your spine.

His defined arms graciously wrap around your middle, spinning the two of you around in a circle as your feet dangle from the substrate. It feels natural to be in the arms of your friend again, giggles of glee erupting from your chest.

“Hey pearl.” He grins, finally setting you down. A familiar fondness settles in your heart at the familiar nickname, one that he has always called you since you were little and you had been obsessed with breaking open clams to find those pretty little balls of white.

“For such a mighty warrior, you sure take a long time to just rangle together a few fish.” The teasing tone is light and ellicites a feigned frown to overtake his features. An expression of mock hurt compliments the hand he clasps to his chest in a fake act of wounded offense.

“A few fish?! Yeah don’t worry it’s just the majority of supplies the entire clan will need for the winter. But yeah, silly me taking so long to keep your skxawng ass from starving.” He pokes at your sides as the two of you make your way back towards the damp sand.

Your grin falters when you catch a glimpse of the familiar swinging braids at the corner of your vision. Neteyam stands at one of the canoes, helping the hunting party to wind up the large fishing net. The oldest Sully has always been generous in his efforts to aid returning hunting parties, but this time you wonder if there is an ulterior motive to explain his presence.

His golden piercing gaze doesn’t look down at his handy work once, instead electing to seer your skin with a possessive fire.

He’s still mad. Still fuming with the after effects of the argument that occurred between the two of you that morning. You had strayed outside of the reef longer than expected, effectively making you late to the morning walk the two of you had planned. Waiting was never an issue for Neteyam, he tries his best to remain patient on his best days, but going outside of the reef has a tendency to make him nervous. He’s used to being protective, looking out for those around them and monitoring situations to make sure they’re safe. Your relationship only intensifies these feelings, resulting in specific rules that are meant to keep you out of harm’s way.

Strict rules that oftentimes make you want to pull your hair and stick your tongue out childishly at the handsome male. On your best days you reign in these impulses and work to soothe his concern with tender touches and submissive acts of obedience.

This morning was not your best day. After a drawn out lecture he threatened to put you over his knee and tan your hide and that is when you lost it. The overprotective attitude has driven you to the limit. You fought and hissed back at him, using choice words that you would never dream of using on a normal day, but they slipped out anyway.

It’s a mystery how you made it out of there without a red ass and tear streaks down your cheeks, but the arrival of the hunting party is partly to praise for your sneaky escape.

You’re used to fighting with Lo’ak. His arrogance and possessive attitude commonly gets the two of you into spitting arguments that traditionally end with him fucking every ounce of anger out of you till you are acting like his sweet little slut again. Those feuds leave you sore but otherwise are nothing to stress over.

Fighting with Neteyam is different. He is the patient brother. The brother that pulls Lo’ak back from completely losing his top. When you manage to get under his skin and draw out an infuriated attitude, you’re in for a world of punishment. Lo’ak is always quick to follow Neteyam blindly into a domineering and angry attitude, trusting that if you have managed to break his brother’s controlled resolve you deserve the punishment that is coming your way.

Despite the fierce anger that comes off him in cadence with the waves of the sea, you do your best to ignore the male and focus on your friend.

It’s asking for a world of hurt, but your own anger is enough to cover your logical impulses in a haze of mist.

You deserve this time. You have every right to be with your best friend and every right to go out without the permission of your possessive mates.

Akeo has been back for several days. The two of you have been making the most of your time together by filling each other’s days with divings trips and fun meals shared with endless laughter and stories. You are accustomed to spending ample amounts of time with your friend, but that was before you had two mates that watched your every move.

In all honesty you consider it a miracle from Eywa that neither brother has sought you out for an ass whipping yet. It’s strange behavior. Out of character for the two. Enough to reasonably raise suspicion but you are too content to dwell on the matter.

Perhaps Neteyam has come around to realizing his mistake.

Foolishly you let yourself believe that for once he will reel back on the protective behavior and apologize to you. Maybe even convince Lo’ak to let you off the hook this once.

Akeo is oblivious to this hidden predicament as he spears another small fish and hoists it over the fire carefully. Or at least you think he is.

“You cried for two days after that tattoo. Wailing like an injured Tulkun about the leftover sting.” You sneer at him, mischief dancing across your features. Akeo is quick to defend himself, taking the teasing as a bite at his masculinity.

“Your love for exaggeration knows no bounds. It was one single tear during the tattoo.” The orange glow from the flames accentuate the referred to tattoo swirled around his upper bicep.You don’t bother to fight back with a response, just a simple roll of your eyes.

A grin of victory spreads across his lips, but something catches his eye. He looks past your shoulder and the sincerity in that smile wavers. You're nervous to follow his attention, already afraid that you know the source of his sudden mood shift. Sure enough, Lo’ak watches from a nearby gathering of Na’vi. His golden orbs are seated with unbridled anger. The pure intensity of that focused stare sends a wave of heat along your back that you swear is from him alone and not the flickering flames of the fire.

Neteyam claps a hand on his brother’s shoulder, noticing the tensing muscles that indicate Lo’ak’s intention to leap up and stomp over there. In normal circumstances, the sight of Neteyam holding his younger brother back is a welcomed sight, one that has saved you from his full wrath more times than you can count. However, now you can see the shifting muscles of the eldest Sully’s clenched jaw and you know this is not your redemption in play.

It was idiotic to believe your little dispute was over.

A bratty determination has already been summoned inside of you so instead of backing down and crawling over to beg for forgiveness you return your attention back to Akeo. This is your time with him. Consequences be damned.

“Pearl…” Akeo hesitates, broad shoulders stiffening visibly. “Is it ok that you and I are hanging out? Seems like your boyfriends aren’t the biggest fans of me.” He lets out a strained chuckle, eyes flicking over to the referred pair.

Looking back later you eventually recognize your decisions here as a rebellious attempt to retaliate against Neteyam’s protective rules, using your friend to make a point, but in the moment the foolishness of your response evades you.

“They aren’t the boss of me.” You scoff, flipping your wavy hair over your shoulder in an assertion of confidence. Akeo is unconvinced. He may not know the inner workings of your new relationship with the brothers but he has heard enough talk from the other clan members to know that the two of them are typical dominant Na’vi males. Taking great pride in calling out your submissive nature at every chance possible.

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You ignore the friendly warning. Frankly the worried look in Akeo’s eyes offends you. Since when did he start doubting your ability to roam freely? That little interaction acts as a refining wall to your resolve. Even as your loincloth dampens from the meer feel of ogling eyes at your back, you decide to stand your ground.

The rest of the night flies by seamlessly. Akeo shares stories from his trip and asks occasional questions about your mating with the Sully brothers. He recalls watching your interest spike upon the arrival of the Sully family but it is a lot to take in that you are now mated to the two of them. It doesn’t surprise him, but does summon forward his curiosity. Were it not for the current fight that lingers between you and the brothers you would have shared more details and cute snippets with your friend, but the standoff sours your mood towards such topics.

Akeo understands, prompting him to call it in for the night early. You go to protest, promising strong liquor and a basket of sweet fruit you found the other day to share. The bob of his Adam's apple is enough to tell you that either Neteyam, Lo’ak, or both are still surveillancing the interaction.

“I’m exhausted, Pearl. Besides, not sure how your new lovers would feel about me getting you drunk.”

It comes across as a joke but both of you know there is a serious truth there. This infuriates you further. Your gut coils into a wave of untamed emotion, threatening to bubble at the surface. You feel another “bratty episode”, as Lo’ak likes to call it, coming on in full force. It is only the potential humiliation in front of your friend that stops you from stomping your foot like a child.

Akeo doesn’t walk you home like usual. He calmly explains that your mates will surely want to do that themselves. He waves goodnight and disappears past the cluster of maruis. You on the other hand have no intention of walking home with Neteyam or Lo’ak. When you get in moods like this you often find yourself walking back to your old marui where you can pout and deprive your mates of sleeping with you.

Of course, this tactic has never worked. Sooner or later one of them comes to drag you home and sort out your little attitude.

However, you don’t think about this fact as you take a distorted path back to your marui, careful to leave when both of their heads are turned. Fallens seeds and nuts crunch beneath your feet, you walk bordering on the line of stomping. Your arms cross over your chest with visible frustration, indented by the beaded top that covers your perked nipples.

The night air prickles at your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your head is filled with unreasonable plans of revenge. Ideas of going outside the reef tomorrow without notice just to piss off Neteyam even more. You can already vividly imagine the creased wrinkle that forms between his browline whenever his temper comes to a high. It is your plotting that yields you vulnerable.

Sharp pain erupts, tingling down your spine and twitching at your ears. It takes a moment to realize that the attack comes from a harsh yank and grip capturing your kuru. You swat at the hands, spinning from side to side until the sensitive braid is released.

Stumbling backward to regain your footing you finally spot Lo’ak.

Hands placed firmly along the swirling tattoos on his hips, Lo’ak sneers at you with an unwavering fierceness that tells you all you need to know.

There is no hesitation in your decision to run. The beads of your loincloth clank back and forth between your inner thighs when you pick up speed into a full sprint. You dodge mangrove trees in the forest left and right. The thundering footsteps behind you do little to conjure a feeling of confidence but it’s too late to turn back now.

You’ve made a mistake. You should know better than anyone that Lo’ak enjoys the chase. He relishes in the feeling of closing in on you, asserting his dominance and prowess easily. You would be lying if you said there isn’t a part of you that also becomes excited by the rush of being chased. The thickening slick sticking to your loincloth would expose you easily.

Regardless, this doesn’t stop you from putting all your energy into the desperate flee. Your grumpy demeanor has not been tamed by his presence and you are determined to keep it that way. The whip of the night air against your cheeks causes the blood to rise and dampen your cheeks in a feigned blush. The wide expanse of your tail swishes back and forth with every pounding step.

Lo’ak doesn’t try to hide his advances. He wants you to know that he is close. Wants you to anticipate the inevitable capture that awaits you. The rumbling growl reverberating through the air is yet another reminder of how much trouble you are in.

It’s a wonder that you make it this far. Lo’ak’s experience running through the woods far exceeds yours. He grew up dodging underlying roots with bounding little feet and clawing at trees to climb from the moment his chubby hands could handle. Your expertise is in the water, a domain that the brothers have each successfully adapted to beautifully. However, you don’t bother to waste effort on wondering how you have made it this far.

You round the corner, hopeful to find refuge in the hanging vines of clustered mangroves. Looking back, you can’t spot Lo’ak. For a moment it seems that your last minute plan has worked, but then you bump into a hard surface.

You collide with Neteyam’s heaving chest, losing your balance slightly and stumbling backwards. Without waiting to process your doom you turn on your heel and lunge in the opposite direction. It’s too late. Neteyam harshly grasps your swatting tail and uses it as a leash to pull you backwards.

He has you flipped over his right shoulder before you can deliver the first clumsy swing at his chest. His forearms traps your thighs against his upper chest but that does not stop your insistent kicking. Your small balled up fists bounce off the curve of his back. He doesn’t so much as flinch.

“Let me go!” You wail with a whiny timber.

Through the splaying curtain of your cascading curls you spot Lo’ak leisurely rounding the tree, expression unsurprised at seeing your compromised position. This has always been the plan. Once again you have fallen into traps and plots that the Sully brothers have made sure you are not privy to.

“Looks like someone is in one of her moods.” Amusement is barely prevalent in his tone, cloaked by the stern scowl etched in Lo’ak’s lips.

“Yeah well so am I.” The rumble of Neteyam’s accented voice is toe curling. It forces your heart to skip a beat. You can imagine his sharp canines poking out and glimmering in the light, exposing his grinding teeth clamped together. That is a look that you have rarely come across but one that has undoubtedly been carved into your memory. It carries an undertone of dark warnings. Ones that are meant to saddle you into softer obedience but instead rallies together your last bit of determination through uncaged fear.

“I want to go home!” Your shriek prompts Lo’ak to step forward and wrestle your swinging hands into the palm of one of his four fingered hands, preventing you from hitting Neteyam’s back any further.

“Oh don’t worry. You’re going home.” Neteyam grumbles, starting the journey through the mangroves.

“And staying there until this little attitude of yours is sorted out.” Lo’ak finishes for him.

Despite the warning bells that go off in your head, you proceed to kick and squirm with all your might. The overhanging branches of towering trees create jagged patterns of moonlight across the sandy floor but it doesn’t hinder your recognition of the path. You know exactly how far the three of you are from Neteyam’s marui. When the journey starts coming towards an end your panic kicks up and you start tugging frantically at your caught wrists.

Naturally these efforts are wasted as you soon find yourself thrown back onto your feet, inside the entrance of the cozy marui. Lo’ak easily catches you by the waist when you attempt to run past them once more. The fabric flaps close behind him, blocking the glow of the moonlight and sealing your fate.

Pinned against Lo’ak’s chest, your determination to escape cools into a bratty desire to ignore the pair. They may be able to drag you there but that doesn’t mean you have to play along. The silent game is known to have gotten you in more trouble than it is worth but you can’t help but feel drawn to its appeal. It’s the last strand of power you hold over the situation.

One hand glides sinfully slow down the curve of your side until inching underneath the band of your loincloth. You bite the inside of your bottom lip, preparing yourself to keep the unbothered expression in place. You draw blood when Lo’ak’s hand possessively cups your vulva, tips of his fingers slotted dangerously close to your entrance.

“I hope you had fun with your little boyfriend because you are going to be paying for it tonight.” The ominous promise that falls from his lips awakens a heat within your core. You live under no delusion that he doesn’t feel the slick gathering there.

“Now would be a good time to start apologizing, yawne.” Lo’ak quietly suggests, fingers slowly spreading the lips of your cunt apart. The sensation is almost disorienting with the contrast to his stern tone. The tips of your ears twitch nervously but otherwise you maintain the cool composure you’ve built.

The stubbornness is not appreciated.

Neteyam’s nails dig into the skin of his hips, a bubbling anger threatening to break loose. The slight movement is enough to have your nerves twisting into a bundle of nervous anticipation. When Lo’ak’s finger swipes over your clit, an embarrassing gasp escapes your downturned lips. You immediately clamp it shut but only your sharp teeth can keep in small whimpers as he starts to flick and rub at the sensitive bud.

“You might want to listen to Loak, baby girl. Before you make things worse.” It’s the last warning the eldest brother is willing to give. You recognize the inflection of tone and hardened gaze that accompanies these points of no return. If there is a time to dig your way out of the hole it is now.

You stare back at him, teeth sunk into your inner lip to stop the sinful noises from releasing again. Pleasure blossoms in your core as Lo’ak continues to mercilessly tease and glide his fingers along your clit and opening. You know better than to take it as an act of kindness, instead only a game to get your resolve to crumble.

Heavy silence permeates the small marui. You can feel the flex of Lo’ak’s fingers and tension that spread along his chest. He is wound tight and Neteyam is right there with him, eyes ablaze with lust and fury.

“I’m sick of this shit.” Lo’ak hoarse voice rumbles before a sharp slap lands directly atop your clit. You hardly have time to jolt backwards in response before his hand is out of your loincloth and he is pressing you over the table. Your neck strains to look back at the shuffling brothers. There is no chance to escape as their bodies cage your bent form and Neteyam pins your wrists to the curve of your lower back with one hand.

You know what is coming, the position is unfortunately a familiar one, but your teeth still draw blood from your bottom lip when the first spank lands across your ass. Your left cheek burns with heat but you are barely able to process it before the Neteyam lands a matching hit to your right cheek. The brothers take turns, each focusing on a cheek and sit-spot in a random progression that has tears burning at the back of your eyes.

The azure skin is quick to redden with each cracking spank.

It becomes more difficult to harbor this aloof composure. Small whines and please tickle in your throat, on the brink of escaping. Your body naturally begins to betray you with squirming hips and flexing fingers that tell the Sully boys are close to breaking.

Neteyam lands three quicks spanks to your flesh, finally drawing a cry of pain past your parted lips.

It is all downhill from there. The incessant spanking continues without mercy as your delicate skin becomes hot to the touch. This punishment is a long time coming, you know that. Your reasoning behind the resistance slowly starts to slip away. The aching need becoming ever more present in your core only serves to make it more difficult.

Lo’ak harshly grips your red cheek, nails digging into the plump flesh.

“Ow! Lo’ak!” You squeal.

One of Lo’ak’s dark eyebrows raise, the hint of a smirk forming on his lips. You can barely make out his smug expression from your contorted position.

“Brought this on yourself, yawne.” Neteyam reminds you. His hand comes down on the other cheek. Your whimpers now come freely, intermittent with protests as they continue to tan your hide to an unnatural red color. “Disobedient little brat, determined to piss us off.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be disobedient if your shitty rules weren’t so obsessive and controlling.”

Ironically the lack of pain is what sets the alarms off in your head. The consuming silence that takes the moment in its wake is what makes you realize what an astronomical mistake you have made. Tension bleeds into every second. The longer they both go without saying a word the more you wish they would simply yell or spank the daylights out of you.

“Neteyam I’m sorry. I’m sorry-”

A hand comes down hard on your right sit spot. The force is enough to cut off your sentence prematurely.

“I’m sorry sir! I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”

You squeal when your wavy hair is caught into a vice-like grip and used to hoist you backwards and flush against Neteyam’s chest. Incidentally you catch Lo’ak’s eyes. He is shaking his head in a way that tells you you’re really in for it now.

“Those shitty rules as you call them babygirl are there to protect. To take care of you, but they don’t do jack shit when you refuse to follow them.” The dark growl emintates in heated breath against the shell of your ear.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper.

“You had your chance to apologize, brat. You can thank Lo’ak for the three days you had to come to your senses.” You eyes snap to Lo’ak in surprise. It’s not what you were expecting. Normal scenarios had the roles reversed. “Me personally I was ready on day one to bend you over and teach you a lesson in front of your special friend.”

He accentuates the words in a way that has your stomach twisting. How could you have ever believed the brothers to let you off the hook so easily? To let you galavant with another male after just having a blow out fight you had barely escaped from.

“Maybe we should. Seems like our little slut needs a more…memorable punishment to make sure the message sticks.” Lo’ak chimes in. He prances forwards until his body is caging yours in from the side. Their towering frames create a looming shadow over you, encapsulating you in an invisible trap. Panic ripples through your veins.

Unauthorized images of being bent over in front of your best friend to be railed flashes to the forefront of your mind. You can’t deny that part of you becomes aroused by the idea, but you file that concerning revelation away for later analysis. The logical part of your brain that still operates knows that the humiliation would be too much to handle. Akeo would clearly see what a submissive little slut you have become.

“No! Please sir! I’m sorry Neteyam. It won’t happen again.” You plead.

A sharp slap is distributed abruptly to your thigh. You gape for words, trying to understand what you’ve done wrong but one pointed look gesturing towards the younger Sully brother, keys you in.

“I’m sorry Lo’ak. I’ll be good now.” Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, and your bottom lip trembles. Your arousal, however, has only continued to increase, now coating your loincloth.

His harsh exterior melts for a moment but only into a feigned sympathetic pout as he captures your chin between his fingers.

“Aw would you look at that. Now our little yawne wants to be good, huh? Is that it baby?” He coos, periodically shooting Neteyam a mischievous look.

Suspicion is quickly building but so is the lure towards submission. You become painfully aware of the emptiness in your pussy and you are quickly becoming okay with any measure that ends with a cock buried deep inside of you. Perhaps from both ends, as you know the brothers so eagerly enjoy.

“Yes sir.” You respond in a timid voice. Neteyam hums in satisfaction and the vibrations of his chest against your back send a shiver traveling up your spine. Somehow in the midst of your surrender you missed the expert fingers that traveled to the knot around your top. You let out a small gasp when the intricate top falls heavily to the floor and reveals your chest.

The nipples harden in the cool air of night and you brace yourself to feel the teasing torment of hungry hands pinching at them. To your surprise, it never comes.

“Going to make it up to us, babygirl? Be our good little slut tonight like you know you want to be?” Neteyam’s hands run a soft trail down your heaving chest and stomach until tickling at your hips, achingly close to the space between your legs.

You’re eager to agree, anxious to get back on their good side and consequently one step closer to finding your release. The few beads that Lo’ak had woven into a small braid in your hair last week swings as you nod your head frantically.

Woven fingers through your hair gently pull your head backwards till your neck is craning to look up at him. You can feel the slight tickle of Lo’ak’s hand now undoing your loincloth.

“Well look who has finally decided to behave.” Neteyam mockingly coos before giving you a soft eskimo kiss. The contrast of tender care and awaiting torment bundles your nerves together until there is a knot in your stomach. Now bare and trapped between them, you brace yourself for whatever plans the brothers have in store for you.

Lo’ak trails the tips of his nose teasingly up the expanse of your exposed neck. He nips at the soft skin, a foreshadow of marks he is sure to be leaving there throughout the night. You wonder if you will manage to face Akeo tomorrow without the branding marks of the Sully brothers staining your skin for all to see. Knowing Lo’ak, it’s unlikely.

“I know how you can start, mama.” Lo’ak purrs, large five fingered hands grasping your hips tightly.

“A-anything.”

It takes all your willpower to hold in a startled moan when the pads of his fingers part your soft folds, the tip just barely resting against your clit.

“Get this pretty pussy warmed up for us.” His pointer fingers brushes over your clit with a feather-like softness, making your body keen towards him. However, the touch is gone and suddenly both brothers release and step away from you. You’re bewildered and lost for a moment before Neteyam smirks and motions for you to lay out on the mat.

With shaking legs, you obey, laying on your back. You expect to feel the presence of one of the males slinking over you or see the expanse of star freckled skin slithering against yours but once again your expectations are off the mark.

“Well don’t be shy, mama. Give us a good little show.” Lo’ak urges. You strain your neck to see his cocky expression and firm stance with his hands on his hips. Both brothers settle to lounge about the marui. Lo’ak casually lays out on the hammock while Neteyam finds a space on the ground near your feet. The attention alone is unnerving and enough to have your cheeks warming up.

Your first instinct is to hide. Curl up into a ball to protect you from those prying eyes that light a fire in your lower stomach. Regardless, all it takes is one raised eyebrow from Lo’ak for you to banish that idea. This is unexplored territory between you three. Before you had met and mated with the brothers there were many lonely nights that you had explored your body and the pleasure it could produce like any other curious Na’vi.

This habit quickly fizzled out when you had two grown men who knew how to pleasure you in ways you could only imagine. Deeming that sufficient, Neteyam and Lo’ak had then decided that you were under no authority to touch your pussy without their permission, a rule you’ve been punished for breaking once before and do not plan on repeating.

Now with your small hands trails down the slopes of your own chest and stomach, the experience feels like a distant memory. It’s difficult to recall what things you did in the past to bring yourself closer to the edge. Your hands are smaller and feel less experienced than either of theirs and a part of you can’t help but feel disappointed by your own touch.

However, once the pads of your fingers dips past your thighs that then spread wide, you catch a better view of twin sets of golden eyes. Eyes that bore into every detail of your movements. Every minor shift in your expression and hitched breathing. That unrestrained attention has your tail swerving against the mat and a renewed pool of pleasure gathering in your core. It reminds you that this experience is not for you but for them.

For your mates that demand every part of your body and soul. Your mates that are currently putting you back in your place. Between them, where you belong.

Arousal helps to kick up some courage within you as you part your own folds.

“Wider.” Neteyam commands, pushing your feet further apart with his outstretched leg. The drifting of air along your heated flesh and phantom weight of their stares makes you feel even more vulnerable and exposed. Still, you gently tease one finger between your slick petals, savoring every tingle of sensation it brings.

At first you try to imagine that you are alone, back in a time where it was normal to touch yourself. Tapping into those memories of teasing with yourself until it only takes a few minutes to reach the climax. However, their presence is impossible to ignore, especially when intermittent commands slink through the air. Clear directions lead you to tickle along your inner thighs, tease one finger around the entrance, pinch your swollen clit till your hips are bucking.

It’s fascinating to witness that in the midst of this humiliation, your arousal only leaks further like a river between your legs. You enjoy this. There is no denying it, no matter what walls of denial you build in your head. Like a true little slut the brothers love to call you, you live up to this role. There is a part of you that cries in ecstasy at being dominated. A part that turns into a puddle at the idea of pleasing them without restraint or complaint.

Within the low glow of freckled bodies and bioluminescent plants in the marui, you are able to clearly make out Lo’ak’s silhouette. He lounges on the hammock completely relaxed, that is except for one part. One thick and hard body part that he is languidly stroking while maintaining eye contact with you. Naturally your attention is drawn to the way his thumb swipes over the head, collecting the glowing drop of precum there.

A pool of saliva gathers along your tongue. It’s almost tangible the way you can imagine the weight of his cock along your tongue. Vivid memories conjure up the ache that is always left after Lo’ak has you choking on his cock before shooting his load down your throat. It’s primal and degrading yet somehow leaves you desperate for more. Especially when it leaves your voice with a raw edge that others question the origins of.

His grip tightens when he sees the dumbfound gaze that follows it. You don’t need to trail your eyes upwards to know there is a cocky grin plastered along his lips. Cheeky boy always does love the way you oggle and beg and for him. The strokes are long and smooth, running over every visible vein of his member. A moan almost escapes your lips when you see it occasionally twitch.

Neteyam brings you back to your task with a harsh slap to your inner thigh.

“Did we tell you to stop, baby girl?” The rhetorical question holds a pointed edge to it, but also a hint of amusement.

“Sorry sir.” You whimper before frantically rubbing at your clit. The action only brings jagged jolts of occasional pleasure but you hope it is enough to be satisfying entertainment for them.

“So easily distracted, yawne.” Neteyam mocks, but he doesn’t make you stop staring at the younger brother. Your eyes flicker to his frame from time to time to see if this will be a double showing for you, but his cock is still tucked away in his loincloth, straining against the fabric.

There is a shift in Lo’ak’s body language. His head lulls against the rim of the hammock and hips push back against his own hand. They are clear indications that the forest male is getting closer to his release. His eyes dance hungrily along your bare frame, drinking in the sight of those slick covered petals and entrance on display for him. Still, he teases himself in effort to stay back from the edge. You pray that he is saving that load for you. Saving it to be shot deep inside of you or down your tight throat.

Neteyam on the other hand seems to be happy enough to revel in the sight of your trembling body. Occasionally he kicks your feet apart again when your fingers brush over just the right spot causing your thighs to close around them. At some point it takes a hand on each of your bent knees to keep them in place and provide an unobstructed view for him and Lo’ak.

He ignores the grunt of disapproval when his head blocks the view slightly as he lays a trail of kisses along your inner thigh. Some of his beaded braids brush against your other thigh and those combined sensations are almost too much to handle. Lo’ak rolls his eyes when Neteyam comes to rest his face in front of your dripping core. Shyly your hands back away when his nose nudges at them. The heat radiates off of you in waves.

He purses his lips and blows a cold stream of air directly on your exposed nub.

“Neteyam!” You cry out into a shriek but the two are already talking.

“She’s definitely warmed up.” He muses, without turning to face Lo’ak.

“Any more and she’ll come undone.” Lo’ak agrees, finally finding an angle that allows him to see your aching pussy clearly again.

“Please! Please please p-please! Need more! Please fuck me! Need it now.” Your babbling is insistent.

Neteyam hums thoughtfully in response while his warm palms grope and massage up and down your inner thighs. They knead at the tense muscle coiled tightly until it begins to release beneath his touch. Your skin is almost set aflame at the increased friction. His casual nonchalance while gripping the flesh is borderline infuriating.

“It’s not about you tonight, baby girl. You’ve got a lot of apologizing to do, remember?” The dull edges of his nails then sink into your soft flesh, leaving crescent marks behind. The slight pain coalesces beautifully with your building desire, even as your pussy is left untouched once more.

“And your pretty little pussy is going to help do a lot of that work, isn’t that right baby?” Neteyam purrs, eyes peering upwards darkly to connect with yours.

“Yes sir. P-promise-”

He shushes the rest of your babbling away. It’s Lo’ak’s voice though that refocuses your attention.

“Come here, mama.” The hammock sways gently, one of his legs hanging over the side as his hard cock stands at attention.

Neteyam flips one of your legs up to then quickly swat at your already red bum. It stirs you into motion. Shaking limbs come together to find an upright position again but it is only with the eldest Sully’s help that you manage to stumble over to Lo’ak.

“Good girl.” The younger brother hums with a smirk. His large hands clasp around your waist and begin to help you straddle him.

All preamble is lost as you are slowly lowered onto his cock, taking in every inch greedily. Your walls strain around the thick shaft, struggling to fit him until he is filling you to the hilt. It’s amazing what a difference three days without being stretched can do. The velvety walls are like a tight vice around him and it has a primal hiss leaving his lips.

“Fuck yawne, can barely fit.” Lo’ak grits out between clenched teeth.

Your lust driven brain takes the chance to admire the sharp contours of his toned abs and chest. Each glowing star freckle along his body leads to another, creating an alluring path that you enjoy following. Inevitably it traces back to the Metkayina tattoo you so adore along his hips, the exact area where your plush thighs are clenched around him. Your cheeks light up when you notice the way the black ink is quickly becoming covered with your shining slick, dribbling down the base of his cock and along his pelvis.

Bracing your hands atop his pecs, you begin to experimentally roll your hips in figure eight motions. The effect has your puffed up clit dragging along the tattoo swirl of his lower abs. Lo’ak moans when you clench around him, already knowing it’s a sign of your impending orgasm.

“Don’t be selfish, baby.” Neteyam warns from behind you.

Lifting yourself up and down the thick length proves to be a challenge with the extra motion of the hammock. Every rock of your hips has it swinging from side to side and your knees shuffle constantly to find better grounding. The attempts only result in sinking up and down his cock a few inches before frustrated whimpers leave your throat. Lo’ak watches in amusement, seemingly enjoying the desperation that visibly builds within you.

Neteyam pulls your thick curls together into a makeshift ponytail held by one of his hands. He tugs it every time you stop moving your hips, no matter how pointless your efforts are anyway.

Lo’ak is motionless beneath you, providing no aid for your cause. His four-fingered hands tickle up your side before groping at the squishy flesh of your breasts. Complaints are heavy on the tip of your tongue as he alternates between squeezing there and flicking at the hardened tips.

Tears begin to run down your cheeks when the feeling of climax starts to feel further and further away. The sheer stretch of your pussy and weight of his mushroom tip against your g spot is enough to keep you aroused but not to bring an orgasm forward. It leaves you in a torturous state of limbo. So close to getting what you want but still constantly out of reach.

“Lo’ak..s-sir. Need you to m-move. I need help.”

“I don’t know, yawne. I’m pretty content right here.” The corners of his lips twist up into a devilish grin, one that mocks your burning desire.

“What did I say, little slut?” Neteyam sternly demands a response.

“It’s not about me. Sorry sir.”

“That’s right, baby. Tonight you’re going to let us use you. Teach this pretty little pussy how to be patient instead of only thinking about its own needs.” His sharp teeth nip at the curve of your spine. “And then maybe, just maybe, if you’re a good girl, we will let you cum.”

His hips roll upwards suddenly, the head of his cock prodding at that sensitive bundle of nerves. A mix of a gasp and shriek comes from your throat, but it's the only extra help you receive. You fight the urge to roll your eyes, confident that he only did it to prove a point. You’re on their turf. You have no leverage to progress things to your desires. Instead you are forced to be obedient and hope that they have mercy on you.

They draw out the torment for as long as possible. Etched teeth marks litter your back and sides from Neteyam’s teeth while your nipples are left raw and aching from Lo’ak’s teasing. Thankfully, Lo’ak can only hold off the temptation to fuck up into you for so long before his control snaps. When it does, there is no holding back. The curve of your red ass snaps against his pelvis in rapid motion to create lewd noises of slapping skin. His cock bullies its way in and out of you until it is the only thing that lights up your nerves. Even the suckling of skin and hair pulling from Neteyam becomes background.

“Look at you already fucked out, mama. Love how you look like this, taking my cock like you’re meant to.” Lo’ak growls out, fingers sure to leave marks from the grip on your hips. Were it not for Neteyam standing next to the hammock you are sure that it would be flying back and forth wildly.

The walls of your tight pussy contract around him in anticipation of an orgasm. From the sloppy movements of Lo’ak’s thrusts you can tell that the younger Sully is close too.

“So fucking tight. Gonna take all of my seed aren’t you?” Lo’ak’s eyebrows pull together till they are scrunched. You nod eagerly but Neteyam pulls your head back by the curls in his fist.

“You know the rules.” Neteyam growls, hot breath filtering into your shifting ears.

“Then can I please-”

“No.”

A sob finally crawls its way up your throat. Lo’ak doesn’t slow down and now you’re wishing he would stop all together. Anything to stop the euphoric sensations that are pushing you dangerously close to the edge.

“Better hold it, mama.” Lo’ak reminds you and you can’t tell if he means his cum inside your pussy or the orgasm that is moments away from ripping through you.

Every muscle tenses in your inner thighs when you feel the ropes of seed cover your inner walls. Your legs clamp so hard around his waist that you wonder if they will leave behind purple bruises on his swirling skin.

While Lo’ak is panting and catching his breath, lost in the post orgasmic afterglow, you are desperately trying to stop yourself from rocking back into him. Your body is determined to search for that stolen spike of ecstasy it was promised, but Neteyam lets go of your hair to hold you in place instead.

Your pleading sobs fill the marui and Lo’ak runs his knuckles down your tear-stained cheeks.

“Poor yawne.” He coos. His hand circles around the back of your neck and pulls you to lean over him. “Somebody needs a kiss.” He mockingly muses before bringing your lips together.

It’s hard to concentrate on the tongue invading your mouth when every slight movement reminds you of the cock splitting you open and yet still depriving you of true pleasure. It doesn’t seem to matter though as Lo’ak take over the kiss, using his grip on your neck to teasingly control the tilt of your head to and fro. It’s an unnecessary assertion of power but one that you know Lo’ak enjoys regardless.

“Up you go.” Neteyam urges you after the kiss is broken. He has to just about carry you off of Lo’ak and onto the ground as you can’t feel any strength left in your limbs.

Lo’ak remains sprawled out upon the hammock with a shit eating grin in place. He enjoys the view as Neteyam manhandles you to your knees with the soft of your cheek pressed against the woven floor. Calloused hands spread your blushing cheeks apart to reveal your sopping entrance leaking the remains of Lo’ak.

“Tonight could have gone a lot differently, baby girl.” His thumb brushes over your entrance. “Was looking forward to make up sex, maybe even breaking your record of orgasms in one night.” The bulbous head lines up with your pussy and you have to stop yourself from rocking back into it.

“But instead you thought being a stubborn brat would be more fun.” He sheathes himself in one fluid thrust. Your lips part in a silent scream. It’s a miracle that you don’t lose the reins on your pleasure in that one move alone.

“Something to work on, hm?”

Apologies freely flow from your lips, mixed with moaned begging as he rails you from behind. Unlike Lo’ak, his pace is slow, hips drawing out into long thrusts that fill you completely until withdrawing to the tip. Despite your best efforts, your body takes over and tries to buck back against him. Neteyam clutches your thick tail in his grasp and uses it as a leash.

It works wonders, allowing him to control the pace and depth. Your ears twitch to capture every moan and grunt that comes from him. Part of you wishes you never tried because the sounds only spur that coil in your core tighter to the point of almost snapping. Just the mental image of those hungry eyes curtained by swinging braids tempts you to let loose and allow the euphoric waves to wash over you.

Unfortunately Neteyam can sense this. Months of learning every detail of your body has paid off for him in more ways than he can count.

“Don’t even think about it, slut.” He growls out.

“I can’t help it, sir! Can’t hold back…Nete-”

He slips out of you, leaving behind your clenching pussy that seeks the relief of being filled again. Within seconds he has your thighs pressing closely together and the head of his cock slipping between them. Muscular arms keep them clenched together as he starts rutting his cock between your thighs. This new position has you whimpering for new reasons. It only allows occasional brushes against your clit but nothing good enough to get off.

“If you can’t handle it then this is what we’ll have to do, won’t we?”

Your only comfort is Lo’ak’s hand that hangs down to pet your sweat soaked curls. You cry against those fingers as Neteyam continues to fuck himself between your thighs until he is arriving closer to release.

Time is a foreign concept to you as a tortuous pattern continues. He uses the tight enveloping of your pressed thighs to pleasure himself until you are begging and pleading for him back inside with promises of not cumming without permission. Finally he resumes his place deep inside your pussy until either himself or Lo’ak, alerting him from above, notices you are close to losing control. Then the pattern continues, back to being empty and used.

“What are you not going to do, baby girl?” He grunts out, mushroom tip gliding across your folds.

“Come home late!”

“And?”

You blank at the thought. Too focused on keeping your orgasm at bay it’s hard to remember what else you are being punished for. Silence drags on as Neteyam continues and the silent tension starts to weigh the air heavy in your lungs.

“He may be a stickler, mama, but I would do what he says.” Lo’ak draws out in a sing-song voice, a nonchalant warning that is not meant to be taken lightly. You shoot him pleading eyes from the ground but he only shakes his head at you.

“Come on, Pearl.” He mocks the nickname through gritted teeth.

By the grace of Eywa you are finally able to choke out the expected response.

“Hang out with other males while avoiding you.”

Your walls stretch around him once more for who knows how many times in a row now.

“That’s my girl.”

Luckily, you don’t have to hold yourself back for long as he fills your pussy within a matter of a few thrust. He seats himself to the hilt, making sure not a drop is wasted. Your sex is swollen and aching when he finally pulls out, cum leaking over the sensitive folds.

“Please sir.” You softly beg, turning back to send the eldest brother big doe eyes. Neteyam only gives you a disapproving tut before helping you back onto your feet.

“The night’s just begun, mama. And we are far from finished.” Lo’ak calls, making your head snap towards him.

Neteyam helps to settle you between the two of them on the hammock. It’s a tight fit but one that the three of you are familiar with. However, tonight, every brush of smooth skin against you feels like a mockery of what you want. With Lo’ak pressed behind you, his renewed hard on is clearly evident.

“Be a good girl and keep me warm, mama.” He purrs into your ear before the head of his cock slips past your entrance. At first you are hopeful that this means another round of fucking where you may finally prove yourself and recieve your reward but those hopes die quickly when you are positioned to take him fully and keep pressed there.

“Lo’ak please. Want you so bad.” You mean for the words to come out sensual and tempting but instead it is more of a slur as you bat your tired eyes at him.

“Don’t worry yawne, we’ve got all night for that.” He chuckles before nuzzling into the back of your neck. Neteyam’s own laugh joins his brother’s before he pecks your forehead and settles into his own slumber. It takes several slaps to the thigh and whispered warnings before you finally calm down and slip into a deep sleep, a long night still awaiting you.

The next day, bone tired and barely able to walk, Neteyam and Lo’ak do the honors of walking you to the cove where you had promised to meet Akeo. You offered to stay behind and blow Akeo off but the brothers do a one eighty on you and insist that you spend time with your friend. You are confused by this change of heart, that is until you get a glimpse of yourself and realize that not only are you unable to walk properly but you’re also covered in possessive marks and bites.

Arms slipped around your waist and shoulders for support, they slowly walk you to where Akeo waits. The conversation and pass off is pleasant but you are sure that even your friend can see the cocky mischief that dances in their twin pair of golden eyes.

“Be good, sweetheart.” Neteyam whispers before kissing your temple. Lo’ak follows suit and the two leave you leaning against a tree trunk.

You try to appear nonchalant while gripping the harsh bark to keep yourself upright. Akeo crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.

“Not the boss of you, huh?” The Metkayina male chuckles mockingly. You go to swat at him but the attempt is borderline useless as it only shifts your balance against the tree.

“Shut up, you skxawng!” The venom in your voice does nothing to drown out the bounding laughter that comes from your friend. It’s hard to appear intimidating with trembling limbs and a stretched pussy that still remembers the events of the night before.

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𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮?

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

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ- ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜʀ

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

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

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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victoirey · 1 year

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rotxo x reader?? 🌝🌝 he's so pretty, definitely would read something for him, it's such a shame there isn't anything about him, but u could change that 😏 and I loved the headcanons about being lo'aks bestie- in general, your headcanons are the best 💕

♡. "lovely."—

synopsis / "[...] just... lovely."

gn!omaticayan!lo'aksbestie!reader | y/n has mega epic rizz, but rotxo has better rizz. tsireya x lo'ak canon. count how many times I say gently/gentle. thank you anon for your kind words. it is 3 am, I'm on the brink of insanity and my head hurts. @vante1920pm hi, this is my offering for you. let's be official besties RIGHT NOW.

side note if this flops I'm crying

you know, rotxo was always really nice to you. he greeted you every morning, bid you goodnight ever night. he also brought you food whenever you showed signs of hunger— and also, he tried to have ao'nung leave you guys alone. it was like a silent friendship. a really silent friendship. you were a hundred percent sure he'd be a good wingman for whoever you liked, to be honest!

he's your partner in crime, ( silently ) , your go to boy for venting ( unintentionally) your ride or die (platonically and silently )

so how the hell could this have happened.

rotxo is a kind guy. yeah. he's real kind, his smile itself brings butterflies to your tummy and a light to your face. his voice makes you shiver. his touch makes you melt. his hair is as soft as he is. his heart is what you want. he is your beloved, as the elders say. if any elders knew about it but they can't because you're not that type of dude! you're not that type of dude to fall inlove with someone like 3 weeks in, even though their pretty voice and gentleness when teaching has you screaming , crying , and begging for their love — .

okay, no, you can't be inlove. not in a situation like this. don't prove lo'ak right, y/n. you've got better things to do. handsomer guys to crush on. richer guys to drain resources from. cuter guys to coo over. stronger guys to seek protection from.

except you know what's funny? everytime you tried to compare him to somebody, you'd involuntarily imagine them getting into a big fight. the trophy? your heart. rotxo won easily everytime.

you see, throughout the days rotxo has taught you— you have found yourself falling deeper and deeper into his eyes. they were the sea itself, and if the sea was as beautiful as his eyes were— hell, you'd be presumed dead by drowning. rotxo was a good teacher. he was kind, patient & gentle. he knew when to joke. he knew when to ( attempt to) comfort you. he knew when to congratulate you.

unintentionally, he also knew all of your most vulnerable spots.

"be calm , y/n." he instructed, gently. you were meditating once again, with tsireya , lo'ak , and neteyam. you were doing good, so far — until rotxo placed his unbelievably soft hands onto your stomach to really get you to be calm. you were not calm. absolutely far from calm. your heart was beating and if it was a car, it'd go past the speed limit. you know what a car is because of your days at the lab— and you know how fast they can be. your heart is so much faster right now. rotxo is touching you. rotxo has his hands on your hips. your breath hitches, you shiver, your mind is moving way too fast and you feel that if rotxo wasn't holding onto your waist to stabilize you, you'd quite literally hit your head on the rock. then tumble down miserably. then drop into the ocean.

"y/n." you realize that you have been spacing out looking at him this whole time, looking at his eyes, his nose, his lips, his cheeks— and then you accidentally swear outloud. "sorry." you sheepishly say, except rotxo just laughs. "it's alright! your heart is fast— it's only gone faster now, because I caught you by so much surprise. I'll help you, okay?" he says, gently, and you're about to swear someone out. you don't need his help, you need him to stay away otherwise you're going to explode. except you give in. you oblige.

"okay."

"good." rotxo said, his hands pressing onto your stomach, harder. oh crap. oh fuck. oh no. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckshit really like oh my fuck no. "breathe in." he said, you obliged, shakily. "breathe slowly out." you obliged, still shakily. your heartbeat increased with each second he has his hand on your stomach. "your heart is still fast, relax, y/n." rotxo said— and as if you were waiting for that command, as if you were waiting for an order to obey— you instinctively did. you tried to excuse your actions — thinking, wow, rotxo has such a relaxing voice. yet, lo'ak, neteyam, and tsireya looked at eachother— collectively smirking. lo'ak most of all, knowing that this was gonna be peak teasing material.

you were absolute putty in rotxo's presence.

what you were aswell, was inlove. you were unconditionally, irrevocably inlove with rotxo of the metkayina clan. you had admitted it once, in your dreams— you dreamt that he was accepting your confession, and he kissed your hand and it all felt so real— and he just felt so real because his eyes were so real and if you didnt know any better you'd never have left that dream but you had to. and it hurt. there was a world in which he was already yours, except it wasn't this one. you wish it was this one. you dream it was this one.

after that dream, you settle on relaxing— your feet in the water , swishing around — and it really takes your all to just not drown yourself. why are you making a big deal out of this? why are you even inlove with him? he's not all that. he's just a boy.

that's what you told lo'ak, when he came to tease you about it —

"you look like a viperwolf in love." his voice cut through the solid silence. lo'aks voice was full of mischief, "you know, because you're inlove with rotxo and also you're , like a viperwolf , on the brink of insanity." you scoffed, "go drown, lo'ak." he snickered, sitting next to you and dipping his feet into the water aswell. "you know, it's not that bad."

"what is?"

"being inlove."

"wouldn't you know, mr. 'tsireya is my soul incarnate'" you replied, teasingly. he raised his hands up in defense. "you know you love a girl when you love a girl! but still... tsireya and I worked out, so why can't you two work out aswell?"

"because he doesn't like me, jackass."

"you don't know that." he shrugged.

"yes I do, shut up." you snapped.

"woah! getting defensive there, n/n. listen, he basically has heart eyes for you. confess or I'll do it myself, and maybe ask him out on a date for you. because you're such a wuss. and a pussy. and a scaredy cat and a —" he began to list off all the insults he could possibly imagine from the top of his head— and you could've sworn you were going to confess to rotxo just to get him to shut up, but the problem is, you swore it and you actually considered it. at that moment, you tuned everything out. it was weird, honestly. considering an idea that lo'ak , infamous for getting everything wrong, made up. yet, you couldn't believe it, but you .... really had nothing else to do, and nothing to lose besides a friend. and its his loss!

"you know what, lo'ak?"

"undercooked chicken nugget from earth that has a hard piece in it , direwolf shit —"

"lo'ak!"

"sorry, what?"

"I'm gonna do it." you sighed. he jumped, shaking you by the shoulders.

"for real?! ohoho, goodluck! goodluck! literally! I'm so proud right now, you're stepping up! good on you!"

eywa, if you're listening, I need your help. I need this boy to stop shaking me and I also need the other boy to accept my love for him. please, mother, help me.

you cant believe you're doing this.

rotxo is sitting with you, feet in the water, and he's painfully awkward and you can tell because all he can look at is the water and yet all you can look at is him. just him, and his pretty face. why are you being so silent right now? you are literally the one who asked tsireya to lead him here. she was happy to help too. but you know, you're still nervous as shit.

a hand is placed on the back of yours. you shiver, once again.

"I noticed it." rotxo starts, voice quiet. he moves his hand, up , up , and up until your shoulder, and your neck— and then he trails down again, to your side. and then to your hips. he places his hands on your stomach.

your heart near jumps out of your skin.

"why do you react to my touch that way?"

you look at him, eyes widening— to be honest, you didn't think you were being subtle. but you didn't know you were that obvious. you dig into your brain for an answer, and realize that you shouldn't dig for answers. not in your brain, atleast. in your heart. your heart, that has waited patiently for your mate. your heart, that shaked each time rotxo was in your vicinity. your heart, that sent all systems into haywire when he touched you. your heart, whose veins would only ever align with rotxo's. rotxo's heart, not yours. you hate to stoop this low, but in his presence, you are his.

"it is not that I mean to," you start, voice calm. "it's that you are just..." you pause, how could you word it? how could you describe rotxo in one word? how could you even begin to encompass his beauty? his kindness? his gentleness? his thoughtfulness? his nice voice? what could possibly describe everything about him? you think, for a moment. you think and you think, until finally—

"it's that you are just... lovely."

"lovely?" he chuckles, "is that what you think I am?"

"yes." your answer is confident, and that only makes him laugh more.

"you are sure of yourself, that is admirable. what makes me lovely?"

"you just are."

"am i? I do not think ao'nung would agree."

"I do. because I love you."

rotxo looks like he got hit by a truck. rotxo is aghast & unprepared to take your confession, he backs away a bit aswell. you look at him calmly, already expecting nothing but the worst. his mouth twitches, and he looks at your lips, and suddenly all he wants to do is kiss you. he's liked you for some time, now. it feels real good to be confessed to by someone you've liked. really, really good.

"y-you are ... good at the element of surprise." he speaks, "very good."

"am I? personally, I believe I'm better at loving you than I am at the element of surprise."

direct hit to the heart.

you smirk, powered by the surge of confidence. he's deteriorating just by looking at you. you like boys like him. very easy to tease. very cute.

"breathe in, and then out." you say, and he does that— and he is relaxed, naturally.

rotxo looks at you, chest heaving from the amount of times his heart had beat when you had made direct moves on him. he looks at you, smiling. he's happy. still flustered, but he's happy. you, having just recovered from that high, are also happy & flustered. you look at the sky, wanting to look at anything else but him— but he doesn't want to look at anything else but you. your eyes crease up in a smile as you hear his next words,

"I think you are lovely too."

#lo'ak #lo'ak sully #rotxo x reader #rotxo #rotxo x y/n #avatar rotxo #tsireya #rotxo awow #atwow rotxo #neteyam #neteyam sully #metkayina clan #ao'nung #aonung

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pandoraheadcanons · 1 year

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Family group shot! I like the look on Kiri’s face here

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #neytiri #jake sully #lo'ak #kiri #tuktirey #tonowari #ronal #metkayina clan

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periprose · 1 year

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Something angsty with Tonowari, like an argument that later they solve and turns fluffy or smuty whatever you want! Lysm <3

I love you too anon <3 thank you for the request!

Iknimaya

You assume that Tonowari and Ronal have something going on, during the most important day of your life. Takes place far before ATWOW, as Tonowari, Reader, and Ronal are fairly young.

Word count: 2.3k

Genre: Angst, unrequited love (but not really), fluffy ending, no use of y/n

Your head hurts a lot.

Not just because no one is listening to you, and you’re getting increasingly stressed- but because the amount of flowers, beading, and seashells woven into your hair must weigh an extra ten pounds.

It’s ridiculous. It’s nothing like your usual headdress, which is usually just a clip fashioned out of coral, pulling your hair back, and you want to tell Tonowari that this is pointless.

But he’s not listening, either. Tonowari is off to the side, speaking to Ronal with those big, unblinking blue eyes, listening with a enraptured look that’s pissing you off.

You know she is the new, freshly made Tsahik- she gets the right to speak on spiritual manners before anyone else does. But you want Tonowari to come back to where you’re standing, all alone, waiting for comfort.

Why doesn’t he look at me? You wonder. Doesn’t he care? I’m going through this all alone.

It’s the final phase in your Iknimaya- the coming-of-age ritual- and Tonowari has been by your side for every part of it. You’re a bit late to join the clan as an adult- your peers had already done so about a year ago- but Tonowari had always supported you, even when you felt like you couldn’t do it.

When you first bonded with your skimwing, Tonowari was there, cheering in the water, saying that he knew you could do it.

When you first met your Tulkun Sister, Tonowari was the one who calmly had his hand on your back, because you were nervous she was going to reject you.

Tonowari has always been the one to be there for you. His presence is a comforting one for you, but you know that this isn’t an exclusive feeling. Many people love Tonowari- they come to him for advice whenever it is possible. And you know that’s why he’s been chosen as a successor to the Olo’eytkan.

Still, it bothers you. You want to keep Tonowari all to yourself- even if you know that’s selfish. It’s not the way of the people, but still, you want him to be by your side.

Ronal says something that you can’t quite hear- and you watch as her piercing eyes glance and stare right into you- and you feel judged. You feel small, tiny, as Ronal sizes you up. She turns back to Tonowari and says something with a hint of a smile- and you feel utterly sick to see it.

What could be so funny about you? What is so amusing that Ronal and Tonowari would gossip like this? It’s especially unlike Tonowari to do so. He’s usually such a fair, happy person, one that actually cares about others’ wellbeings, and here he is, becoming closer and closer to Ronal.

They both have some sort of understanding, you can see, by the way that they look at each other. Tonowari squeezes Ronal’s hand- and your face burns with jealousy.

It makes sense, you think. Ronal is a resilient, prickly person, she knows what she means and says it, too. Tonowari is kind of the opposite- as kind-hearted as he is, he also is incredibly strong, and always willing to do the right thing. They both are matched in their sense of justice- and you feel a lump swell in your throat as you think about it.

They’re meant to be. Surely they will be mated, working alongside each other to lead the clan, and you will simply be to the side. It’s so obvious.

Tonowari looks back to you. His eyes are bright, and he has a hint of a smile on his face. But he’s surprised to see your eyes glint with tears, and you look away from him, towards the ground. Icing him out.

He tries his best to get your attention again, eyes searching your face, but you’re still turned away. You refuse to meet his eyes, and Tonowari feels his heart sink, as he wonders what he’s done wrong.

The Cove of the Ancestors feels cold today. It’s not a great omen for your ritual, and Ronal tells you as much.

You nod silently. You see her squint, and then look impressed, and you don’t know why. It’s not as if you’re purposefully being stoic, you just can’t find the words to say to her.

You’re standing in the most shallow part of the water, and Ronal steps around you, as the clan watches on.

“Today, you have made yourself a part of the people, forever.” Ronal touches your arms, your collarbones, and finally, your face. She grasps your cheeks, staring deep into your eyes, and you stare back, numb, trying not to feel afraid.

“You are one of us. You will breathe, know, and believe the way of water for as long as you live.” Ronal murmurs, before wrapping the customary garment around you. It’s a special shawl, beaded with beads that have been painstakingly made by hand, by the women of the clan. Everyone has such a shawl.

You pull it around yourself, feeling warmer. There’s some embroidery on the shawl, and it’s intricate- you wonder who did such a thing.

Ronal places three beads in your palm. You close your fist around it, knowing that it is the beads for your songcord, and watch as the Metkayina begin to sing around you.

You listen, feeling pride despite everything, that you have come so far. Their hands all gather to meet around you- a sea of arms, making branches not unlike a tree- and you are at the centre of it all.

You look up, finally, and see Tonowari staring at you. He looks… pleased. Happy. Perhaps you can have that, at least. The contentment of a friend is better than nothing.

Ronal pulls out a small knife. You stiffen- but you’re not truly afraid. She dips it into a shallow well of ink, made from different animals in the sea, and begins the process of tattooing. The song heightens as she creates intricate swirling patterns on your chin, and you bear it, bear the pain as the blade pierces your skin.

Everyone gently pushes you, as they walk, past the shallow pools, and into the water. You sink under, and there are hands cradling you as you do. You see the bright light of the Spirit Tree- and think about how lucky you are to be here. The tattoo’s pain seems to fade away.

Finally, you are pulled back up, after being baptised.

Ronal raises your arm to the clan, who cheer and raise you upwards.

After everyone has moved past this, you are exhausted. You want to go back to your home, and go to sleep, especially after knowing that Tonowari is not yours to have.

You don’t know why you ever let yourself think that in the first place.

It’s too bad, though. You’re about to go to sleep in your marui pod, and when you enter through the opening, who else is already there, sitting, waiting, as if he owns the place?

Tonowari.

“Hello.” Tonowari motions for you to come sit next to him, patting on a pillow, but you simply stand in place.

“Why are you here?” You mutter, pulling your shawl around yourself a little tighter.

“Why would I not be here?” Tonowari stands up, and comes towards you, but you take a step back. Hurt flashes across his face as you do.

You look up at him, trying your best to swallow your sadness, your fears and anger, trying to just be as supportive as he was for you.

“I don’t know. Aren’t there other things you need to do?” You stare up at him, and Tonowari looks down at you in confusion. He’s quite a bit taller than you, but he’s never felt imposing, or scary.

He wonders if that’s why you’re pushing him away.

“What could be more important than celebrating the best day of your life?” Tonowari responds softly, and you can’t look at him anymore.

Not when you feel that this has been the complete opposite. It doesn’t feel very momentous when you know Tonowari doesn’t care for you like that, not the way you care for him.

“Seriously. You don’t need to be here. Everything special is over, anyways.” You retort, but Tonowari shakes his head at that.

“I… I thought you would be more happy. That you have come so far.” He sounds serious, and you feel guilty for a moment, until remembering how he looked at Ronal.

“I am, I just… I need to be alone, Tonowari.” You try, but he shakes his head.

Outside, a thunder storm starts, and a downpour of rain begins. Water ripples in the distance, and a pleasant drumming has started over your marui pod.

“No.” Tonowari shakes his head, and you hate him for this, hate him for how perseverant he always has to be, always having to know what happens so he can fix it.

This is the one time he can’t.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He insists, and you find yourself wanting to run- you start to move backwards, out onto the bridge, rain droplets hitting your hair. Tonowari moves forward quickly, and grasps your arm, pulling you inside before you can resist.

“You’ll get drenched if you’re out there. You’ll catch a cold.” He’s holding both of your arms, and you have nowhere else to go. You stare up at him- and he doesn’t look angry, just concerned.

“Stop… just stop doing that.” You whisper, and he shakes his head.

“Doing what?”

“Pretending that you care, Tonowari.” You finally hiss out, and his eyes widen. “I know you’re my friend- but you don’t really care about me, not in the way that I want you to. I… I don’t think I can keep being friends with you since that’s how it has to be, and I’m sorry.”

He tries to cut you off, but you keep going.

“I know it’s selfish. But it’s all I can really say.” You stare down at the ground, and Tonowari’s hands come up onto your shoulders, trying to comfort you. “I wish you and Ronal nothing but the best.”

Tonowari’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Ronal?”

“Yes.” You sigh with a deep sorrow that only makes him more upset that you didn’t bring this up sooner. “I know you like her. I saw how you two were looking at each other.”

Tonowari exhales, glad that this was all it was, an easily fixable misinterpretation of events that he could correct, and that he wasn’t really at risk of losing you- and he pulls you in for a tight, bone crushing hug.

You gasp. “Tonowari- let me go-!”

“No, skxawng.” His chest rumbles with deep laughter as you try to fight him, and he picks you up easily. “You should have told me.”

Tonowari walks with you in his grasp, and sits down, where he was before. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. He doesn’t care that you’re angry at him- he’s happy that he can finally tell you the truth.

“Why? So you could’ve rubbed it in my face, even harder?” You glare upwards at him.

“Do you really think I would be holding you like this if I was to mate with Ronal?” He comments, just casually enough, and you remember where you are, and how close you are to him. You turn a deep purple- and Tonowari cackles at your expression.

“So?”

“So.” He places his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry you spent however long feeling like this. That was not my intention- and I hope you can forgive me.”

You open your mouth to say something, but Tonowari shushes you.

His hand comes upward to trace your jaw, mouth, and chin where your freshly made tattoo is still healing.

“I asked Ronal if it seemed appropriate to ask you to… to mate with me, because it would be so soon after you finished your Iknimaya.” He admits, and you gaze softens. “She said yes, because you seem so sure of yourself already- except for just now, I suppose.”

You find yourself smiling a little. Even giggling. How could you be so silly?

Not that it matters now, anyways.

“Will you? Would you be okay with being my mate?” Tonowari asks, and you hug him especially close, your face nuzzling into his neck.

“Of course I would, are you crazy? That’s what I was upset about.” You beam at him. “I’m only sorry that I was being such a skxawng.”

Tonowari grins. “So, did you like the shawl?”

“Huh?”

His hand traces the embroidery in your shawl. You feel your chest turn warm at his contact.

“I did this- not well, but I did this. My mother showed me how.” He tells you, and you are taken aback, that Tonowari did such a thing and you had been wearing it this whole time, not knowing how important it was. How special it is.

How could you ever assume that he did not care?

“It’s perfect.” You say honestly, holding it close. “I’ll treasure it forever.”

Tonowari’s eyes suddenly turn a little darker- his lids are half closed- and he leans in, pulling you in for a kiss, except he first kisses your forehead, and then your cheeks, and then he kisses your chin, where your tattoo is still burning a little.

His kiss makes it feel better, though.

He leans in and kisses you for real this time, his lips being soft, chastely plying at your own, before you kiss him back, and lean into his touch. His arms embrace you firmly, not letting you move away from him, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

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space-blue · 1 year

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Metkayina babies!

#metkayina #metkayina clan #babies #gifs #avatar #avatar gif #my gifs #atwow #cute

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tonowarii · 1 year

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my reckless warrior ✉

ronal x gn! metkayina! reader / gif is mine!

"Ronal?" you called out for her, your mate in her marui.

Her eyes flickered to yours, you had just come back from a hunt and decided to surprise her. You see the other tsahik in training turn their heads to look at you.

She takes a good look at you and you swore her lips tug into a smile before returning to their neutral expression.

"You can all take your rest now, we can continue tomorrow." She dismisses them as they packed up and softly bid their goodbyes, greeting you on the way out.

You nod at them in greeting. Once they had left, you carefully step into the marui.

"Here." Ronal stands up, moving towards you. She grabs your wrist, pulling you in as she sits you down on the ground.

You follow, however, being used to her doing this every time you came back from a hunt that took a few days.

She begins cupping your cheeks, turning your head side to side to inspect for any wounds. She then feels your temperature. You just look at her mesmerized as she worked on making sure you were okay.

The comfortable silence between the two of you was enough, the occasional sounds of the beads on her skirt moving was the only thing breaking the silence.

"I am okay," You say to her, grabbing her hand and holding it in yours.

Ronal's other free hand goes up to your shoulder, then down to your arms where it settled on rubbing your tattooed arm soothingly, her cool fingertips a contrast to your warmth.

"You may be a great hunter and a warrior, but it is not impossible for you to get hurt." She comments, her eyes staring into yours, a slight tilt to her head as if what she was saying was true.

It was, you had a habit of often getting yourself injured, earning you minutes of scolding from Ronal at times when she'd be the one healing you.

You smile sheepishly, in return she sighs. Before she could speak, you beat her to it.

"But that's what makes me a great hunter, does it not? I never back down."

Ronal shakes her head. "You should not be getting in fights where it is unnecessary. You are going to get killed."

"But I am very much alive, see?" You say, guiding her two fingers on the pulse point of your wrist, pressing softly so she could feel your heartbeat.

She scoffs, moving closer to you to offer a soft kiss to your brow.

"My reckless warrior, if you get yourself killed, I will kill you myself."

And you just chuckled, leaning onto her touch.

note: felt like i made her too ooc, let me know your thoughts!

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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hi lovey 🫶 i was thinking about another lo’ak idea for a request and this is what i came up with! so as we know, the sully family had to learn sign language while living with the metkayina clan.. so i was thinking the reader would be metkayina and would take it upon themself to help teach them (at this time the sully’s know certain phrases) and lo’ak is drawn to the reader and asks for private lessons but in actuality he’s pretty good with signing so the reader is like “ur already pretty good but ig so 🤷” and in that lesson lo’ak kind of makes his feelings clear and asks to learn how to say something like “you’re ethereal” and once he learns, he signs it to the reader? idk i just love how you write lo’ak so i just thought of anything really 🤭

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Teach Me

Tags: Lo'ak x Metkayina!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Fluff, Private Tutor, Crush Blush, They’re Both Oblivious, Shy Reader

Warnings: None

You caught the eye of Jake Sully’s second son, and he has made it a point to try and woo you. When you try and teach his family the way your clan communicates underwater, he asks for private lessons, knowing full well he has already excelled in sign language far beyond his siblings. A few more lessons couldn’t hurt, right?

Your requests are always such a delight to see :) Lo’ak tryna finesse the reader into private tutoring sessions just to spend time with them is such a Lo’ak thing to do lol ALSO YOU’LL NOTICE THAT IVE TAKEN A LIKING TO ADDING A BONUS TO THESE

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [05/01/23] ❞

Ever since the Sully family arrived at your doorstep seeking asylum, your father, Tonowari, had entrusted you with teaching the children your ways so that they were not entirely useless.

You did not appear to mind. When you locked eyes with Toruk Makto's youngest son, he captivated you. He was considerably different from your people, with golden eyes, darker skin, and even being a half dream walker! It was alluring, even if your brother didn't find Lo'ak's unique traits as attractive as you did.

You brushed your burgeoning feelings aside so you could do an excellent job of showing him your ways of life. Tsireya, your sister, had previously taught the Sullys about breathing techniques and diving, but you still stepped in whenever you could. You would've been more involved in the lessons if you weren't so timid around Lo'ak.

He figured you didn't like him as much as he liked you, which stung a little. However, that did not deter him. No, he was determined to get your love! (Little did he know.)

During one of your lessons with Tsireya and the Sullys, you were discussing how you employed sign language to communicate underwater. Of course, you were as far away from Lo'ak as possible to avoid becoming a blundering fool.

The Sullys certainly understood a few basic phrases, but you thought it would be incredibly beneficial in the long run if they knew it fluently because it could save their lives one day. You never know what sea creature you'll have to converse with!

By the end of the lesson, you were eager to get out of the water and rush home so you wouldn't have to interact with Lo'ak; you couldn't stop stuttering whenever you were near him! Eywa, on the other hand, had other plans for you.

Lo'ak softly tapped on your shoulder before you could depart, and you could already feel the tips of your ears burn from the contact. Lo'ak didn't notice, but that didn't matter because he was plotting something. One that he believed was brilliant.

He smiled at you. God, his smile was lethal. “Can I get more lessons with you? I need to work on my sign language a bit more.”

He scratched the nape of his neck shyly, clearly hoping for you to say yes.

You sighed, unable to say no when it’s him. “Okay, sure. We can do some private lessons aside from the main ones.”

Lo'ak cheered inside his head. What you didn't know was that he was already pretty proficient in sign language, and that his request for additional lessons was only a pretext to spend more time with you. Others called that manipulation, he called it chasing his dreams.

...

It was difficult for you to concentrate on teaching him at first. He was so attentive to everything you said that it made you feel so self-conscious! You'd take notice to the way he looked with his hair down, or how mesmerizing his eyes were every time you tried to teach him new terms. You could lose yourself in them for hours.

Snap out of it!

You'd think he was aware of the influence he had on you, because every time you'd lose concentration from gazing at him, he'd simply smile. Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you swore his cheeks reddened when you stared at him. What was he blushing about? He's the one who makes direct eye contact with you every time you speak!

...

You felt foolish. You were foolish.

After a few days, you realised Lo'ak had duped you into thinking he needed the extra support. In your opinion, his acting skills when feigning to not understand what a phrase meant were atrocious. When you confronted him with the fact that he was already pretty fluent, he sulked.

“I’m still not sure if I’m doing it right, though. Just a few more lessons, pleaase?”

He was going to be the death of you. “You’re already pretty good, but I guess it won’t hurt to help build your confidence more.”

Lo’ak grinned, but you could feel your palms getting sweaty at even the mere thought of having prolonged interactions with him.

...

Here you were, sitting on the beach with Lo’ak as he manipulated you into weeks worth of lessons with his stupidly gorgeous puppy dog eyes. Again.

You improved your interactions with him, this time concealing the effect he had on you. You shook your head, ignoring those wandering thoughts and concentrated on his lesson.

“Okay, show me something you’ve learned.”

Lo’ak beamed, and signed with his hands, “Y/N, I want you.”

Okay, you lied. You certainly did not grasp the capacity to conceal his effect on you. He had this smug look on his face once you registered what he had signed, while you fanned your heated cheeks, claiming it was simply the weather. You concluded he was having difficulty asking for something since 'I want you' sounded a little broken.

Yeah, that’s all there is to it.

You laughed nervously. “You definitely still need to work on your sign language. You didn’t even finish your phrase!”

Lo'ak grumbled. From your perspective , it appeared that he did so because he did not accurately sign what he meant to express. But really, Lo'ak was particularly annoyed because you didn't pick up on his blatant hint.

He recollected himself. “Okay, how about this. How do I say you’re ethereal?”

Compliments. That’s a new one. Nonetheless, you showed him how to sign it.

“You’re ethereal is a little bit hard though, so you’d need a bit of practice with the hand movements for that.”

Lo’ak nodded, very focused on the motions of your fingers.

...

You were disappointed to realise that this was your final private lesson with Lo'ak. You were standing near his marui, too indolent to enter the water. Lo'ak had finally mastered sign language, and you were overjoyed to know you were the reason for it. You requested him to show you some phrases right before you concluded your lesson to ensure he sounded like a true Metkayina.

“Okay. What’s something you’re confident you can say?”

Lo’ak was incredibly anxious. With shaky hands, he signed, “you’re ethereal, and I want you to be mine.”

If Eywa could read your thoughts, you wished she’d take a shovel and beat you six feet beneath the sand. Your cheeks were impossibly dark, and you knew what Lo’ak signed couldn’t have been a mistake. Not with those difficult hand movements.

Curse you for being so stupid. You chastised yourself in your mind for honestly thinking his sign language was broken weeks prior. His skills were perfect, you were just too oblivious to realize that he was saying that he wanted you!

Lo'ak sat there patiently, gazing at your immobilised form. His self-assurance was eroding as you sat there, unresponsive. You coughed sheepishly, your cheeks still blazing, before he could retract his statement.

“You’re ethereal too.”

He felt his entire body heat up. He was not expecting you to sign it back, and now you were both sitting there like startled morons, looking like you had been baking in the heat for hours. You were neither smooth nor subtle in your flirting.

“So you don’t hate me?”

That shook you out of your daze. “What?”

“It’s just that, before these lessons you avoided me all the time. I thought you didn’t like me back.”

Your jaw was on the floor. All shyness disappearing, you practically bellowing across the beach. “Since when? I’ve liked you for weeks!”

“Oh.”

Ensue silence.

Lo'ak had to conceal his visage due to the blush on his cheeks. He could try to hide his face from you, but he couldn't prevent his tail from swishing excitedly. You giggled at his reaction, but the embarrassment of how direct you were hit you a moment later.

You two exchanged glances before laughing at each other's expressions. Lo'ak inched closer to you, intending to plant a soft kiss against your heated cheeks.

You immediately swiveled your head to see what he was doing, and he kissed you on the lips by accident. Lo'ak felt like he was going to burst into flames, not intending to do that.

It was now your turn to bury your face in your palms, your heart practically bursting out of your chest. You couldn't believe what had just transpired!

Ah, young love.

Bonus!

“No. Fucking. Way.”

Jake screamed for his wife to come over. Neytiri ran quickly, abandoning her unfinished basket. Something terrible must’ve happened!

“What’s wrong?”

Jake wiped a tear away, dropping his binoculars. “Our son has finally become a man.”

Neytiri threw her basket at his head.

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onskepa · 3 months

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Yay requests are open!

What about a platonic Ronal x scientist? Yes they study the planet but ronal cannot help but like them because they respect the culture, her medical skills and only seems to find the silver lining in her stiff comments. Like come on human I am trying to make you leave through the power of rude and you just gave me a freidnship bracelet? Wtf I imagine tonowari just snickering every night as she complains about her new best friend

Hellooooooooo darling~!!

Yes! Another ronal fic! Thank you for requesting and I hope this cute fic will satisfy you and everyone else! Enjoy~!

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Irayo

“You are good to go, if anything goes wrong or if they are not very welcoming, just say the word and we will get you” the head director of the ocean na’vi program says. In front of him was the new girl. Determined and open minded to learn new things, and was given the ultimate task.

Make the first human contact with the reef na’vi.

Nodding in excitement, the new recruit gets into a canoe with her prepared items. Making sure she is set for sail, she looks at her comrades. “I will let you know everything. Hopefully, this can go well. If doctor Agustine has faith in us, we can't lose” she says with optimus in her voice.

Saying her last farewell, she sets off to the Metkayina island.

“This will be good, I can feel it!”

She arrives at the island, her eyes in awe as she gets closer to the shore. So many na’vi! They all stare at her, many in fear, others in curiosity, and many ready to fight her. Raising her hands, she gets out from her canoe and displays she is of no harm.

“I come in peace, I bring no harm” the human girl announces in perfect, fluent na’vi.

Many, from what she suspects are warriors, stare at her in surprise.

“You are a sky demon! Leave or we will not be easy on you!” one of the warriors warned her. Another warrior follows after.

“We heard what you did with the forest na’vi, leave! You only bring death and sorrow wherever you go”.

The tension was building fast among the other people. Mothers protecting their children, might warriors standing in front of the weak. Any wrong move and she might end up dead. Which is a high factor.

The crowd breaks as two significant looking na’vi walks through, from how they are dressed and the others willing to step aside, the human knew exactly who they were.

And it gave her excitement. Already the first and she is seeing so much!

The human was quick with the traditional na’vi greeting of “I see you”. In hopes that the tension can lessen if she displays their ways.

The Tsahik and Olo’eyktan looked at her carefully. Observing her every move and detail. Small hint of disgust but also confusion as to why a human is here.

“Hello, I bring no harm. I am here to learn your ways. Allow me to prove myself to you, perhaps you have heard of the dark stories of what the humans did to other na’vi, but I promise you that I only bring peace. Please, teach me your ways”.

Ronal doesn't know what or how or even why. But after a lengthy discussion with Tonowari, they granted the human permission to enter their home. And learn their ways. As best a human can learn. While Tonowari was more loose on letting the human in, Ronal felt different, at first she came defensive and was always on alert should the human do something that seems bad under her eyes.

But the human was aware where the line drew, only did what she was allowed to and dared not to push boundaries. Ronal wasn't making it any easier for the human. None whatsoever. In fact, Ronal planned to make things so difficult for the human that she would have no other choice but to leave.

Now if only it worked that, and not Ronal making it harder for herself.

“Put more strength in your arms. It must be thinned out and easy to separate. Any thicker and it will be difficult to mix” Ronal instructed the human with a harsh tone. She was teaching the human how to make crushed, thin, dust-like green material. Very dry leaves that were thoroughly picked from their small forest.

The human woman smiled and obeyed, “alright tsahik”. Doing exactly what she is being told. That is the thing that irks ronal. The human doesn't fight back. She doesn't do anything!

“A child can do a better job than you,” Ronal says with a snarky tone. The human just takes it, “I don't doubt it. This is more of their ways” the human replies with such calmness in her voice. Not a hint of anger, impatience, nothing.

“Dont think this will be enough, there is still much more to grind down” Ronal says, as she places a lot more dried grass in the already big pile. The human stops for a few seconds to look at the bigger addition. Ronal smirks, surely this will be it? “Guess I better grind faster to finish all of these” the human says in glee and continues to grind.

Ronal’s smirk left her lips, fine then. Tomorrow will be worse.

Harsher insults, harsher training, harsher practice. Ronal threw everything at the human, but nothing breaks the human girl. And it infuriates her to the core. Why wasn't she fighting back? Why was she accepting everything? Why was she letting ronal belittle her?

Ronal’s anger grew to where Tonowari had to enterfier.

“Ronal, perhaps you are pushing her too far?” he asks her one day. Ronal scoffs as she does her small tasks in their home. “The human can bare it. Anything I give her, she accepts. That utter fool” she replies. Annoyance heavy on her tone. “She won't break so easily. Not made of sea glass” she continues.

Tonowari sighs, walks up to her and places a hand on her shoulder. “Perhaps not, but your tolerance is thinner than these fibers. Perhaps by surprise, it will be you who will break first”.

The human began to make and wear her na’vi like clothing to fit in more. And as she talked more with the other clan members, more began to welcome her with open arms and even into their homes. Adapting more into their culture and ways of life. They began to accept her.

Ronal wasn't so ready to accept the human.

Not yet at least.

One night, after the communal dinner, Ronal took the human away from the noise and into a more quiet part of the small forest. Yet, along the way, the human not once asked where they were going. Never questioned ronal’s actions, her odd behavior. Nothing.

When they arrived at a beautiful blue glowing waterfall, Ronal kept a bit of distance from the human.

“Tell me human, why do you accept?” Ronal asks after a few minutes of silence.

The human blinked once, “accept what tsahik?”.

Hissing in frustration, Ronal turns to look at the human in anger.

“Why do you accept everything?! I keep pushing you to do beyond what you physically can. Accept any insulting word I give you. Force you to do things clearly you are not very comfortable with. Why do you accept my harsh treatment towards you?”

The human sees Ronal and sees how she truly feels. Taking a deep breath, relaxing her shoulders, the human does what she does best.

Give her an honest smile.

“You have every right to treat me that way. While I am not personally responsible for the thousands of killings of the na’vi, I still feel ashamed and guilty as if it were my own crimes. My kind has treated your kind terribly. So, I understand if you feel any anger or hatred towards me for simply being human. But I accept, I accept it all. If it means to be part of your world, your clan. I would gladly accept anything you throw at me. This is a dream come true for me. This planet, the life it holds. The environments, plants, animals, you. I love and respect everything about your world. All I desire is to learn how things are. From learning about Eywa to learning of the na’vi ways. My only desire is to learn. To have you personally teach me, it is a high luck I could never get anywhere else. So that is why I accept all that you give me. A price to pay for the things I can see and experience. So Tsahik, that is why I accept it. As my way to thank you”

Ronal saw the human, looking deep into her eyes to detect any lies, but all she saw was the truth.

“You fool…”

“Irayo, just in time for breakfast” Ronal welcomes her human friend. Irayo, that is what Ronal calls her ever since that night. It's been stuck to her ever since, not that she plans to defy the tsahik wishes.

Irayo sits in the home of ronal and tonowari. Accepting the food, she begins to eat. But not soon after, she felt a little tug from her wrist. Looking down, Irayo sees little tsireya playfully tugging at her bracelet. Taking it off, she hands it to tsireya who tries to bite down on it.

“Has tsireya began teething?” Irayo asks, ronal nods but gives a disapproving look.

“She will rip off the beads. You worked so hard to make it for us” Ronal says as she points to her own matching bracelet. Irayo laughs, “that is fine. It will give me an excuse to make better friendship brackets for us. I will even make another for cute little tsreiya” Irayo replies as she playfully pinches tsireya’s chubby cheeks, making the child squeal in delight.

Tonowari sits down to join them.

“Today irayo and I will attend to the elderly, tsireya will be under your care until noon” Ronal says to him.

Tonowari nods, but couldn't help but smirk a bit. Leaning in, he whispers into Ronal’s ear. “Your friendship with irayo has improved greatly. I still remember when you called her many foolish names”.

Ronal rolls her eyes and taps his forehead lightly.

“I recall no such things. Irayo has been my good friend from the start”

Aaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! I hope you all enjoyed this fic! Until next time, see ya!

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Irayo = Thank you

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ꨄ︎ Paring: Rotxo x Adopted! Sully! GN Reader

ꨄ︎ Requested: Yes/No

ꨄ︎ Type: One Shot

ꨄ︎ Word count: 4.8K

ꨄ︎ Warnings: angst, fluff, unrequited love, requited love, mention of you. Not really mentions of reader being female so I changed it to gn. Safe for 17+ to read. Not proof read, possible spelling mistakes.

please keep in mind that all characters in my stories are always 18+

How can one miss someone who was never theirs to begin with?

Perhaps you played yourself, allowing a delusional desire to take root, hoping against all odds that he could be yours. Lost in a dense fog of denial, you knew deep down that this kind of love was never meant for you—that it wasn't directed your way.

Ever since you and your adoptive family arrived in Awa'atlu for uturu, you have all been in the spotlight, but some receive more attention than others. Sadly, the attention you crave the most is effortlessly bestowed upon your sister. His oceanic eyes gaze at her with the intensity you wish he would reserve for you, overflowing with adoration and admiration. It feels almost criminal to witness someone being worshipped so deeply, while she remains completely oblivious to his love.

How can you ever find the words to tell him that every night, as you lay beneath the sky's embrace, peering through the cracks in the mauri, your thoughts are consumed by him? With each star you count, you offer silent prayers, hoping that a shooting star from the tales of old tawtute will streak across the heavens, allowing you to make a wish, fully aware that it will revolve around him.

He was the sun that illuminated your days when they felt impossibly dim just by a smile sent your way, and you were the moon, forever drawn to his orbit, seeking a place in his world. The farther he seemed, the closer you yearned to be, until the yearning became insatiable. You craved his warmth, his light, wanting nothing more than to bask in his radiance. Your existence revolved around him, and with every passing day, the desire to bridge the gap grew stronger. Closer and closer you wanted to get, until the closeness became enough, until only your love for him was enough.

You're unsure how you came to love him so deeply, and it pains you to part ways even briefly. Eywa herself knows the internal struggle you endure when you watch him fade into the distance, vanishing without another word, with your concealed emotions left unspoken.

He was kind, supportive, and courageous—a formidable warrior among the people, a remarkable friend within your youthful circle, and a well-suited potential partner. You wish you could rid yourself of your feelings for him, much like the way he yearns for your sister, but his qualities are impossible to overlook.

Your heart tightens each time you witness him trailing behind her, wearing the most beautiful and genuine smile, calling out her name in gleeful laughter, "Kiri! Where are you headed?" as he dutifully follows her, unaware of the effect it has on you. He would likely follow her to the ends of the earth, and you’ll understand because you’ll do the same.

You often found yourself lost in a tumultuous sea of thoughts, seeking solace by the ocean's edge, far removed from prying eyes. The weight of your emotions became overwhelming, making it agonizingly difficult to confide in someone, fearing their judgment and the damning label of selfishness.

Yet, can it truly be branded as selfish when it's painfully evident that Rotxo yearns to court her, while she remains oblivious or so it seems? What if she truly knows and deliberately keeps him dangling on a string?

Great Mother, your love for your sister burns with an intensity that knows no bounds, but does she truly grasp the power she holds—the power to choose between two hearts held tenderly within her hands? The weight of that choice is immense, leaving you in a state of anguished uncertainty and bittersweet longing.

Then, whether through a twist of destiny or the compassion of Eywa, Rotxo mustered the courage one day to reveal his feelings to Kiri. To your surprise, she was completely unaware of his intentions, blissfully ignorant of his affection towards her. It seemed her attention was focused on another, a fellow female Na'vi within the village. How Rotxo missed that detail remained a mystery, but he wasn't the only one caught off guard. The news reached your ears when Kiri returned home, her expression filled with solemnity.

At first, you struggle to contain your bubbling excitement. It felt like Rotxo was finally free, and a glimmer of hope sparked within you. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something between you two. However, as Kiri proceeded to explain his reaction, a wave of guilt crashed over you. You realized that you had unwittingly taken his pain and transformed it into your own joy, and the weight of that realization bore down heavily upon your conscience.

That night, sleep escapes you, and you found yourself restlessly shifting in bed, tormented by thoughts of Rotxo. His once charming smile was replaced with a frown in your mind's eye. It unsettled you to the core, knowing that he was burdened with sorrow while you held onto a glimmer of hope.

Reality struck hard—you understood deep down that there was no possibility for you and him. He had just experienced rejection, and pursuing another romantic endeavor would be the least of his concerns. The gravity of this truth kept you awake, lost in contemplation throughout the night. Eventually, you abandon the pursuit of sleep and ventured to the shoreline, where you wandered along the edge of the ocean, sinking your feet into the soft sand as you sought solace in the rhythm of the waves.

Eventually you reach your usual spot, a quiet place for reflection, you freeze in your tracks. Your expectation of finding it deserted is shattered by the sound of gentle sniffles. Someone else seeks refuge there, their emotions overwhelming them too. A bittersweet warmth fills your heart, realizing that this place offers comfort and solace to others who grapple with their own feelings. Though your initial instinct is to respect their privacy and leave, your intention wavers when you hear his voice—his familiar voice that stops you in your tracks.

His voice trembles with vulnerability, as he opens up about his pain and heartache. The rawness in his words sends a surge of emotions coursing through you. You stand there, hidden from view, listening intently as he pours out his feelings. Every word he utters resonates with your own hidden desires, with the longing you've kept locked away.

An uneasy feeling begins to wash over you, as if you are trespassing on his intimate moment. You recognize that these words were never meant for your ears, that he did not willingly choose to confide in you. Caught in this dilemma, you find yourself torn between respecting his boundaries and offering a comforting presence. Yet, you cannot bear to leave him in such a vulnerable state. So, with cautious steps, you retreat to the entrance and clear your throat, hoping to make your presence known.

His glossy eyes shift in your direction, and the sight tugs at your heartstrings. It stirs within you an overwhelming urge to rush to his side, to wrap him in a warm embrace and assure him that everything will be alright. But you hold yourself back, restraining the impulse. Instead, you offer him a gentle smile, your voice soft and tentative as you speak up, "I'm sorry... I don't mean to intrude, but... are you okay, Rotxo?"

His gaze lingers on you, caught off guard by your sudden presence. He takes a moment to collect himself, his voice trembling as he responds, "Not really." He lowers his gaze to the ground, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

Frowning, you move closer, squatting down beside him on the ground. From this vantage point, you peer at him under your lowered lashes, your heart betraying you by racing at the proximity. You curse the timing of these feelings, fully aware that now is not the moment to indulge in personal desires. Your sole focus remains on providing comfort and support.

"Why are you crying?" you ask, although the reason is painfully obvious. You choose not to spell it out, allowing him the space to share what he wishes.

He presses his lips together, taking a slow, steadying breath before he responds, his voice barely above a whisper, his voice barely above a whisper, his body slumped with sadness.

"Kiri didn't tell you?" he murmurs, his words heavy with a mixture of pain and confusion.

Naturally, she did. She was your sister, bonded by a deep connection whether by blood or not. It was evident that the weight of her own struggles had become too much to bear alone, leading her to confide in you, and for that, you were grateful. But now is not the time to reveal that knowledge.

“No,” you furrow your brows, gulping as you consider you answer, “She didn’t. Should she have?”

Your question hangs in the air, masking the truth that you hold. You tread carefully, protecting your sister's trust while trying to offer him the support he seeks. You wait, holding your breath, aware that his answer will shape the course of this vulnerable moment between the two of you.

Finally, he breaks the stillness, his words faltering as he reveals, "I... I like Kiri..." His eyes shift away, avoiding direct contact.

You offer a subtle nod, acknowledging his admission. "I know," you respond softly, holding more understanding than he realizes.

His ears flick up before lying flat against his head, sinking his face into his hands as he groans in exasperation, "So it was obvious to everyone except her?" His eyes welling up with tears once more.

Your willpower to respect his boundaries crumbles in an instant, overridden by your overwhelming urge to provide comfort. Acting on instinct, you step into his personal space and wrap your arms around him, seeking to offer solace and support. You understand that apologies can come later; right now, all that matters is being there for him, as he has been for others in their moments of sadness.

He tenses at the unexpected contact, momentarily pausing in his sniffling. But then he returns the embrace, holding onto you tightly and burying his head in your shoulder. The wetness of his tears dampens your skin, a physical manifestation of the depth of his need for comfort, perhaps more than he even realizes.

"I'm sorry she didn't see you the way you saw her..." you murmur softly, your hand rubbing his back in a soothing motion, akin to a mother comforting her child. It feels fitting, given the sense of family that he most-likely come to associate with you.

"I feel so stupid," he whines, his eyes tightly shut as he shuffles closer, seeking more solace in your warmth. It's as if he has been deprived of it for so long, though you know that cannot be true. His parents were present. His self-blame stems solely from the rejection he has faced. "I... I should have noticed the signs... I should have."

Shaking your head softly, you offer reassurance, "She didn't give any signs. You weren't the only one who didn't know,” you pause to ponder you next words, it’ll be a risky statement given the circumstances but maybe you were selfish if you did, “Maybe if you did, you could have found someone who’d reciprocates your feelings.”

"Nobody would want me after this. It's humiliating," he practically whispers so low you’ll miss it if he wasn’t this close to you. His sniffling has long subsided as he rests his head on your shoulder. His arms loosen their grip, hanging loosely around you, "I wouldn't want me."

Your heart aches at the sight of his self-deprecating words, the pain and insecurity etched on his face. Without a second thought, you gently push him back, your hands resting on his chest, a small act of resistance against his negative thoughts. His swollen, confused eyes meet yours as you lean closer.

Placing a hand on his thigh for comfort, you let your voice carry the weight of your words, "Never say that about yourself," you say firmly, your frown reflecting your deep concern, "Rotxo, you are so much more than this moment of rejection. You deserve love just like anyone else. Don't let this define your worth."

Your fingertips caress his cheeks, radiating warmth and tenderness as they glide along his skin. A softness lingers in your touch, an unspoken reassurance that you offer with every stroke. Despite the tremor that quivers through your own hands, a testament to the emotions swirling within you, you remain steadfast in your mission to uplift his spirits and kindle a flicker of hope within his wounded heart.

Truly, it was right there before him, concealed in plain sight, much like it was with Kiri. You can't help but marvel at the irony of it all, how easily the heart can be blind to what lies just beyond its reach. Yet, a tender fondness washes over you, an understanding of his innocence and his unwitting ignorance of the precious connection that beckoned him.

Perhaps, you think, it's for the best that he remained oblivious for now, as the pain is still fresh and tender.

"Do you really think so?" he asks, his eyes filled with wonder and a glimmer of hope, desperately seeking validation in your response. As you nod and offer a soft smile, his face lights up with a genuine smile, the first of the day. Excitedly, he pulls you into a heartfelt hug, his pure nature shining through. This man is truly a gem.

You find yourself grappling with a myriad of emotions as you reflect on the situation. It perplexes you why he seemed oblivious to the impact he had on your heart. Taking a deep breath to steady your racing thoughts, you decide it's time to bring this poignant exchange to a close.

Clearing your throat, you slowly rise from your seated position, your gaze momentarily avoiding his captivating eyes that shimmer in the gentle moonlight. The silence between you stretches, filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions.

"I think it's best if we both make our way back," you say, your voice carrying a tinge of melancholy and unrequited longing.

He reciprocates with a gentle smile, its genuineness captivating you, even in the midst of this tender farewell. A subtle nod of understanding passes between you, both acknowledging the intricate complexities of the moment.

His voice resonates with heartfelt gratitude, softly punctuating the stillness that envelops you both, "Thank you."

With those words lingering in the air like a whispered promise, you reluctantly part ways, each step carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. The night embraces you, wrapping you in its embrace as you find comfort in the knowledge that you were there for one another, if only for a fleeting moment.

Little did you know, it was far from being the last encounter.

The following morning arrives, and you attempt to steal a few extra moments of slumber, seeking refuge from the complexities of the previous night. However, your peaceful interlude is shattered by the persistent calls of your mother, who reminds you of the responsibilities and obligations that come with being a member of the Metkayina. The demands of productivity override any personal desires, and you resign yourself to the tasks that lie ahead.

You decide to embark on a fishing expedition, a familiar ritual that brings level headedness and nourishment. Equipped with your trusty net, you make your way to one of the favored fishing spots, immersing yourself in the tranquil waters. The cool embrace of the water fails to deter you as you wade deeper, determined to fulfill your task and provide a bountiful catch for your family.

After a while of not catching anything in your chosen fishing spot, you decide to relocate. Fortunately, the change of location proves fruitful, and you're grateful for the decision as you witness a group of male Na'vi engaging in animated conversation, their attention fixated on Rotxo and his fishing prowess.

A sense of amusement washes over you as you realize his popularity. Who would have thought?

Without a second thought, you find yourself wading through the water towards him, unintentionally interrupting the tranquility he sought. "Looks like you've got some admirers," you playfully tease, you playfully tease, coming to a halt a few feet away. He turns to you, confusion evident in his eyes.

"What do you mean, (Name)?" he asks, genuinely puzzled. But his confusion quickly fades as you gesture towards the group of Na'vi, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He takes a step back, shrugging his shoulders, a slight frown forming on his face. "They've been there all morning. Just gossiping, I suppose."

A surge of annoyance wells up within you, no longer able to tolerate his self-doubt. "Enough of that," you assert, your voice carrying a deep resonance. "Anyone would be lucky to have you... including myself." The words slip out in a mumble, almost lost amidst the sounds of nature. Whether he catches your confession or not, he remains silent, stealing a quick glance in your direction before returning his focus to the task at hand.

A comfortable silence envelops you both, accompanied by the gentle lapping of waves and the occasional splash. Surprisingly, the absence of words doesn't create any awkwardness. It's a stark contrast to the usual giddy and somewhat nauseating feeling you experience in his presence. Perhaps the brief but meaningful connection you shared the previous night has brought a newfound ease and comfort when it comes to being around him.

You feel a gentle yet firm grip on your forearm, halting your motion of throwing the net once again. Turning your gaze to the source, you find Rotxo standing beside you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he observes your fishing technique. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he takes hold of your hands, his touch sending a tingle of warmth through your skin.

Curiosity dances in his eyes as he asks, "Who taught you how to fish?"

You can't help but feel a touch of self-consciousness, looking down for a moment before meeting his gaze. "I actually taught myself," you admit, your voice carrying a hint of bashfulness.

A knowing smile graces his face as he replies, "That explains your stance. You won't catch many fish like that." He moves closer to you, his body language open and inviting. His question hangs in the air, and you find yourself captivated by his presence, eagerly granting him permission to guide you.

"I don't mind," you respond, your voice filled with anticipation and curiosity. With your consent, he takes the lead, positioning your hands and adjusting your body to align with his preferred fishing method. Every touch, every gentle adjustment, sends a jolt of electricity through your being.

"I must say, I've caught plenty of fish on my own," you playfully interject as he pulls away, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He nods, his gaze transitioning from your hands to your eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. "I have no doubt about that. But the way you were doing it would have taken much longer," he remarks, a hint of admiration evident in his voice.

With his guidance, you make several more attempts, each time incorporating the adjustments he has shown you. It's a delicate dance of coordination, a symphony of movement and shared intention. You feel a sense of connection and trust building with each throw, as if you are moving in perfect harmony with each other and the rhythm of the water.

Time seems to melt away as you continue fishing together. Conversations flow effortlessly, laughter echoes through the air, and a sense of peace envelops you both. The symphony of nature's sounds—the gentle lapping of water against your legs, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the occasional splash of a fish—accentuates the tranquility of the moment.

A bittersweet ache tugs at your heart. You wish you that this would be the last time similar actions would be like this, that it’ll be easier to let go than to hold on to a love that can never be fully realized. It's a torment, a constant battle between the longing in your heart and the rationality in your mind. Each passing day spent in his company, teaching and bonding, feels both like a gift and a cruel twist of fate.

You had made peace with your feelings long ago, even before he confessed his love for Kiri. You had resigned yourself to the fact that friendship was the only path you could walk together, no matter how much it pained you. It was a choice to preserve what you had, to savor the moments of joy and connection, even if it meant treading a delicate tightrope of unspoken desires.

"You're spacing out again," Rotxo's voice breaks the spell of your thoughts. You find yourselves back at the familiar spot, the place where platonic confessions were made, now a couple of months later. Time has slipped away swiftly in the company of the one you love.

You let out a soft hum, meeting his gaze with contemplation and unknown affection. "I've been doing a lot of thinking," you confess, your voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Curiosity flickers in Rotxo's eyes as he tilts his head, genuinely interested in the thoughts that have consumed you for so long. He has always respected your privacy, refraining from prying into your inner world. Yet, an undeniable concern gnaws at him, a desire to understand and offer support. You both have become pillars for each other, leaning on each other in times of need.

"Is it something troubling?" he asks, his gaze unwavering as he waits for your response.

“I think that depends on how someone sees it…” you trail off, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. The conversation takes an unexpected turn, and a wave of apprehension washes over you, making you hesitate to continue. You can't quite put your finger on it, but something feels different about this discussion, and it makes you reluctant to delve deeper.

"Will you tell me?" he whispers softly, his voice filled with concern and a touch of vulnerability. The genuine care in his eyes urges you to open up, but you find yourself momentarily speechless, unsure of how to express the conflicted emotions swirling within you. You don't want to burden him or risk jeopardizing the friendship you hold dear.

For a moment, silence hangs in the air, and he senses your hesitation. Worried that he may be crossing a line, he considers dropping the subject altogether. But just as he's about to let it go, your voice finally breaks through.

"I don't think I can continue to be your friend... I feel guilty," you confess, the words escaping your lips, filled with sadness and regret.

He shifts in his seated position, giving you his undivided attention with a serious expression. What could you possible feel guilty about? You haven’t done anything to him, he was pretty sure of that. If anything, you have been becon since his rejection, guilt was the last thing he expects you to feel. Unless it’s something he doesn’t know about.

"Guilt?" he repeats, his voice gentle yet tinged with confusion. "What is it that makes you feel this way?"

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you try to find the right words. "It's these... feelings I have," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Feelings for who?” he wasn’t aware you had sometime you liked. And knowing that made him uncomfortable in his chest. It was a familiar feeling—like his heart has dropped to his stomach. A gasp leave Shia lips as you continue, his heart beat picking up.

“For you,” you express, looking eyes with him, “I’ve always liked you and I was content watching from afar. Then we started getting closer and my feelings gotten stronger. It’s became harder for me to ignore it. I can't help but feel guilty for having these emotions while knowing they may complicate our friendship.”

A faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he reaches out, his hand gently holding yours, a comforting gesture that you hadn't even noticed was trembling, “I think—no, I feel the same way,” he reveals.

Your eyes widen, your face flushing with warmth as you process his words, "You what?"

"I like you too," he confesses, his voice growing a little louder, “It took a while for me to realize it but when I did, I was scared that—uh, that another situation like before would happen again.” he moves to interlock your hands, lower his head bashfully as you’ve done in numerous situations.

You stare at him, your mouth hanging open in astonishment. "Do you really?"

His eyes meet yours, filled with warmth and fondness reflected in their depths. "I first noticed it when we were going to gather some fruit," he begins, his voice laced with a sense of nostalgia, "My stomach felt funny, and I couldn't help but feel excited when I saw your own excitement.”

He scoots closer to you, his shoulder gently brushing against yours, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. Your heart skips a beat, captivated by his closeness and his words.

"The first time my heart raced, I was scared and confused," he continues, his voice soft and filled with vulnerability, "You weren't even around, but it was as if you were right there in my thoughts. It took me a while to understand what those feelings meant, but now I do. I like you, more than ever. "

His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, and you can see the depth of his sincerity. It's a moment of shared revelation and vulnerability, a connection that goes beyond words.

A smile spreads across your face, mirroring the joy that fills your heart. "Me too," you whisper, your voice filled with an undeniable certainty. The weight of unspoken feelings finally lifted, replaced by the exhilarating realization that your feelings are reciprocated.

"I thought I misheard you when you said you'd be lucky to be with me," he chuckles, leaning his forehead against yours. "Little did I know, it would actually be the other way around."

You close your eyes, giggling softly at his words, flattered by his belief in your worth. "I see you," you whisper, too shy to meet his gaze. It feels surreal to hear him express his feelings so openly.

He gently releases your hand, his finger lightly tapping your cheek to get your attention. "Look at me," he insists, his voice filled with tenderness. "Tell me when you look at me."

With a bit of reluctance, you open your eyes, feeling a flutter in your stomach as your gazes meet. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver of excitement down your spine, and in that moment, you realize that this is not a dream—it's your reality. Before you can utter a word, Rotxo beats you to it, leaving you breathless.

"I see you, (Name)," he says, his words overflowing with sweetness and sincerity. It shocked you that it was directed at you. Nearly felt like a dream if he didn’t plant a wet kiss on your nose, forcing you to wrap your head around that this was real, that he was there with you—not with Kiri or any o the other Na’vi woman.

Just you.

"Would this make it awkward, liking you after..." he starts to ask, his voice trailing off, unable to find the right words without it sounding off.

You shake your head, dispelling his concerns with a reassuring smile. "She'll understand," you assure him, confident in your response.

Because even though Kiri may have been oblivious to Rotxo's feelings, she had an inkling of your affection for him. That fateful night of raw emotions and a little too much alcohol had led to a heartfelt confession, revealing the depths of your feelings for Rotxo. In that moment, Kiri had grasp the truth, and though unspoken, an understanding had silently formed between you.

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Tsahìk of the Eastern Sea Neteyam Sully x fem!Tayrangi!Na'vi! reader

masterlist~

warnings~ characters aged up to 18-20s, please lmk if i missed any!

wordcount~ 3.5k+

summary~ You are the Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan of the Eastern Sea, the younger sister of Ikeyni the Olo'eyktan, and lose your way home, leaving you to stay with the Omatikaya Clan while you recover.

also i haven't seen the movie in a while so my memory is a bit fuzzy when it comes to some certain plot lines, so i'm sorry if they're not 100% accurate! that or i might change up some scenes to fit for this fic.

Tompìva = raindrop = your Ikran's name

te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite = your Na'vi last name

requests are open!

italic dialogue is in na'vi!

sorry i suck at summaries!

You felt the wind whip through your hair as you landed, quickly dismounting your Ikran. Your hair whipped around your face as you greeted your older sister Ikeyni, her face now painted red and white with fresh paint.

"Oel ngati kameie tsmuke," you say as she looks you over for injuries.

You feel her hand on your shoulder as she guides you away from the prying eyes of the others, curious as to what new herbs and other healing items you would bring them.

You flinch as you sit down on your mat, your sister inspecting the deep gash on your forearm. She hisses in annoyance at you, "You were told not to leave. You are the Tsakarem, future Tsahìk of our Clan. What would I do if you had-"

You cut her off as she finished rubbing herbs into your wound, "And I am fine. You don't have to worry about me! I've already had my Iknimaya, I am an adult. I can take care of myself!"

You cross your arms and turn away from her, and you feel her hand land on your shoulder.

"I only worry for you," she says as her hand leaves your shoulder, "Every other day you leave, disregarding your lessons and teachings."

Your lips twist into a frown as you turn to face her, and you open your mouth to speak but she cuts you off, taking a deep breath before she speaks, "I forbid you from leaving. No more trips to the forest, and no flying. You will focus on your lessons and become our Tsahìk."

You gasp as she turns to leave, "You cannot force me to stay here!"

You follow her outside grasping her arm, pleading with her to let you stay.

"All of the herbs and medicines needed for your teachings can be found here. There is no need for you to leave. That is final."

You watch her back as she walks away, her attention now on Nan'ti and Tsentey. You glare at her and storm to the beach, letting the warm waves lap at your feet as you rest your head on your knees.

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Your fingers twist the twine of the basket, tying it into a knot, then set it aside. Rubbing your temples, you stand and stretch watching the others dive with their Ikran into the sea.

Hands land on your shoulder and you jump, falling back into the sand.

"Are you okay?" a voice asks, holding out their hand as the laughter continues.

You gratefully accept it and dust off the sand clinging to your skin and clothes, "Thank you Aya."

She gives you a small smile and grabs the now finished basket from the ground, walking to the edge of the trees.

"So... I heard you were grounded from flying, and you can't even step foot into the forest without someone else," Peyzua crosses her arms behind her back as you trail behind them, the sand turning to dirt underneath your feet as you walk.

Grumbling you snatch the basket she's carrying, "It is true. But she doesn't understand!"

Aya unsheathes her knife and cuts off a few strips of bark from a nearby tree, shaking her head, "Ikeyni only worries for you. You are the next Tsahìk. Which means you must focus on your learning, and not fly off into the forest on a whim."

You rip out a few plants from the ground and shove them into your basket, Peyzua turns to you, nodding in agreement with her sister, "Aya is right, and so is Ikeyni. You don't want them to pick another Tsahìk, do you?"

You frown, and shake your head, "Of course not, I just feel so, trapped here! And I'm never gone too long," but you know that's a lie.

You went out so often, it was a wonder that your sister didn't pick a different candidate to become Tsahìk, but when you asked, she reminded you that Eywa had willed it to be so.

Aya places a hand on your shoulder, her eyes full of sympathy, "Just listen to her, and finish your teachings. I'm sure she'll be more lenient when you finish your Tsakarem teachings and become Tsahìk."

Signing you give her a weak smile, "Maybe."

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With a quick wave, you give Aya and Peyzua a smile and head off back to your room, the sand now cool beneath your feet. You're almost halfway there when you hear hushed voices coming from your sister's home. Your ears perk up in curiosity when you hear your name, and you tiptoe closer, careful not to make too much sound when you gasp.

Ikeyni stands with her hands on her hips, her red and white paint now fully washed away, revealing her dark blue skin and white freckles. Her tail flits around in annoyance as she turns to Tsentey, and a man whose face you can't quite see.

The man's voice is low as he speaks, "What do you think?"

You frown when you realize you can't recognize the language he's speaking, but continue to listen, "I do not wish for the sky people to encroach any further," she pauses, her face twisted in contemplation.

Clearing her throat, she continues, "I will send five warriors with their Ikran, but that is all."

The man sounds grateful as he responds, "Thank you, again. I'll send word again when we depart."

You feel your heart drop when you feel someone's eyes on you, and spin around spotting a boy around your age leaning against the hut across from Ikeyni's.

"Eavesdropping?" a small smile graces his lips before he takes a step toward you.

Crossing your arms you frown at him, realizing he is speaking the same language the man had been speaking earlier. "What?"

His eyes fill with confusion as he asks again in the same strange language, but you shake your head.

"You don't speak English?"

This time he asks it in Na'vi and you sigh, "No, what-"

The sound of your sister hissing in annoyance cuts you off, and she stands between you, "What are you doing up? Go to bed," she says as steers you to your room.

But the man turns to her and raises a brow, "Who's this?"

She sighs before turning to him, "My sister, our Tsakarem," she points to him, "This is Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, sister."

The boy clears his throat, and his eyes meet yours and you can see a blush creeping up his face before Jake speaks, "This is my oldest son, Neteyam."

You give a small nod in greeting and twist a strand of your hair around your fingers.

Ikeyni gently pushes you in the direction of your hut and wishes you a goodnight.

You almost collapse when you reach your bed, your head swimming with thoughts of the conversation and questions you would be bombarding your sister with the coming morning.

But for now, you close your eyes and let the sound of the waves splashing against the sand drift you into a deep slumber.

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Neteyam quickly dismounts his Ikran following his father into their hut, where his mother greets them, "What was their reply?"

She puts down the arrow she was holding and gives them both a quick hug, checking for any sign of injuries.

"They'll send five, not a lot, but it'll help," he replies before sitting in front of the fire.

Neteyam takes a seat across from his father and removes his visor, setting it to the side, "Who was that again?"

Jake looks at him in confusion, "Who?"

"The girl with the Olo'eyktan," he pauses trying to remember what was said about you, "the Tsakarem?"

Jake sighs before answering, "- te Tsyuäval Ìe'ite. She's the younger sister of the Olo'eyktan Ikeyni."

Neteyam bites his lip in thought, "Will she be coming too?"

Jake shakes his head, "Of course not."

Neteyam nods and lies down, closing his eyes, his head swimming with questions about you.

The next morning Neteyam wakes earlier than usual, carefully tiptoeing out of the hut to sit down near the lab, waiting for the others to wake up.

It's almost an hour before he sees Spider come out of the lab, and hears Lo'ak and Kiri behind him.

"Why are you up so early?" Kiri asks before he stands.

"I couldn't sleep well," he shrugs his shoulders before crossing his arms.

"Was it because of yesterday?" Spider asks, his voice full of curiosity.

"You went with dad to the Eastern Sea right?" asks Kiri as they walk to the Ikran.

Her tail swings back and forth and her mouth breaks into an excited smile, "What was it like?"

He chuckles when he thinks back to catching you eavesdropping on the conversation, a blush creeping up his neck, "It was nice, there was lots of sand, and the ocean looked like it went on forever."

"Are you blushing?" Lo'ak shouts as Neteyam turns his head away in embarrassment.

"No, now are you coming or not?" he quickly mounts his Ikran and takes off, the others calling for him to wait up.

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Your face scrunches up in an attempt to hide the disgust when you look down at the basket before you. Hearing a chuckle you glance up to see Aosìng smiling at you, "I caught too many, so I thought you might want some."

You gently take the basket of fish from him, and give him a tight smile, "Thank you Aosìng, you really shouldn't have," he smiles again, his eyes landing on your lips before you shift your own away.

The wind ruffles your hair before you even feel it, a featherlight kiss, and your face crinkles in displeasure, "Anything for my future mate," he whispers before turning and running back down the beach.

You groan when you feel Peyzua's arms wrap around you and her muffled laughter as she buries her face in your neck.

"Get off, Zua!" you exclaim before pushing her away, rubbing your mouth against the back of your hand in hopes of burning the kiss away.

"So, Aosìng still likes you then? Even after last time?" she teases as she ruffles your hair.

Aya sighs in disappointment before crossing her arms, "Don't listen to her," she rubs your shoulder gently as you fix your hair.

"Another reason I have to leave," you mutter as you follow them past the other huts and grab your baskets.

Peyzua nudges you in the ribs, "Hey! It could be worse," she says as she starts grabbing herbs and loading them into her basket.

"The only reason he "likes" me is because he is Ikeyni's successor. The future Olo'eyktan, as I am the future Tsahìk."

Your knife digs into the tree before you hear someone shouting, and as they come closer you can hear the shouting your name.

"Tsakarem! The Olo'eyktan requests your presence at once."

Your lips twist into a frown and you grumble, shoving your basket at Peyzua, following the man back to the village.

Ikeyni stands at the entrance of her hut, her body now covered in fresh red and white paint as she looks down at you. You greet her and your hands clench nervously.

"You called for me?" you ask, as she gestures for you to come inside.

She takes a deep breath before turning to you, her expression unreadable before she places a hand on your shoulder, "How goes your training?"

You freeze, eyes falling to the floor. You hadn't exactly done much other than gather more herbs and tend to wounds from the fishermen, so next to zero progress had been made.

Gulping nervously you reply, "It is going well, sister," a small smile spreads on her lips as her hand falls to her side.

You shift nervously before your mouth opens and closes, thinking of how to word your question before asking, "Why was the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya here yesterday? And with his son too," you trail off.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes closing briefly before opening again, "I will be leaving in three days' time, to help the Omatikaya Olo'eyktan, and people."

You bite back a gasp of shock as she continues, "You will of course stay here," she pauses her eyes falling to the floor, "And I will have Aosìng join me."

You flinch at the sound of his name and cross your arms, "So, when will you return then?"

"It should not take too long, a day or two."

She turns away from you and grabs something off her table. A cool sensation wraps around your neck as she attaches a purple beaded necklace.

Leaning back she smiles, "It suits you. It was Mother's."

Smiling you thank her, "Thank you. Is there anything you need me to prepare for tomorrow?"

"No, but Nan'ti will be watching over you while I am away."

You shiver, remembering the last time she had 'watched' over you, "More like breathing down my neck," you mutter.

"What was that?"

"N-nothing!"

You rub your neck nervously before you remember your questions from last night, "What language were they speaking?"

"Who?" she asks, her voice tense as she grabs her bow and quiver of arrows.

"The Olo'eyktan and his son, what was his name again?"

You bite your lip in thought before she answers, "There are some differences between the Omatikaya's speaking and ours. So that is why you did not understand them."

You nod slowly, that did make some sense. In all your visits to the forest, you had never actually gone far enough to run into any of the Omatikaya people, so that had to be the case.

She puts her hand on your shoulder empathetically, her eyes unreadable before she speaks, "When I return, we will speak about flying and your lessons."

Her hand leaves your shoulder as she joins Tsentey, leaving you alone in the entrance of the hut.

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You can already hear the lecture coming from your sister as you soar through the sky on your Ikran. Hopefully, she won't be too upset, you think to yourself as you land and dismount from your Ikran. This was your last chance at visiting the forest, seeing as you would be with left with Nan'ti while your sister helped the Omatikaya people, you wanted to make the best of it. You pat her neck gently before sending her off and continue into the forest.

Although your sister had said you could find all the herbs you needed back home, you disagreed. For example, you found that the bark deeper in the forest would heal certain wounds and injuries faster than the bark used from the trees at home. But of course, that didn't matter to Ikeyni, she still refused to let you leave. You had always wondered why, but the only answer she gave you was how dangerous it could be, because of the sky people. But you had yet to see a single one on your trips out.

"They must not have got this far yet," you whisper to yourself as you hear the sound of a twig snap.

You glanced around but saw nothing, so you continued walking, assuming it was a harmless animal. Sheathing your knife you began to walk faster, hearing strange whispers from the trees, and the snapping of branches growing ever closer.

You had almost made it over a log before you heard a voice behind you. Your ears twitch nervously as you unsheathe your knife again, suddenly wishing you had brought your bow as you take a defensive stance against the trees.

Holding your knife against your chest, you looked around the trees, your breath catching when you notice a pair of eyes behind a leaf. Slowing your breathing and you make a run toward the leaves.

You tackle the person who had been hiding behind the leaves and hold your knife against their throat, your hands shaking. Feeling sweat drip down your face, you try to remember Nan'ti's teachings on hand-to-hand combat. But then you feel something sharp against your neck.

"Let him go," a familiar. voice grits out from right behind your ear. You glare at the person pinned beneath your knife, but reluctantly toss it to the side.

You feel hands on your shoulders pulling you to your feet and the blade leaves your neck.

"Who are you?" a voice asks and you turn to see a boy just around your age standing with his knife held in front of him defensively.

Looking up at him you realize where you know him from, "Toruk Makto's son?" you question before you see recognition in his eyes.

"Tsakarem?" he asks before sheathing his knife.

Nodding you retrieve your knife and sheath it and stumble through an apology, "I am so sorry. I am not used to seeing people around when I come to gather my herbs, I must have come too far in."

Shaking his head you see the hint of a smile on his lips when the other boy interrupts, "Who is she?"

Neteyam sighs before answering, "The Tsakarem of the Tayrangi Clan."

Tilting your head in confusion you mutter, "I didn't know the Omatikaya dialect was so different."

Neteyam returns the look of confusion when he responds, "You mean English?"

Shaking your head you frown, what was English? Another Na'vi language you were unfamiliar with?

"Sorry, I'm afraid I don't know what language that is. I have never interacted with people from another clan before, so," you trail off as the two exchange glances.

"It's okay," says Neteyam quickly.

"Oh, and this is my brother, Lo'ak," he says before gesturing to the boy next to him.

You hear more branches rustle, and whispers before three more people emerge from the trees. Your hand instinctively grabs the end of your knife but you feel a hand on yours, stopping you from unsheathing it.

Looking down you see that it's Neteyam's, "It's okay, those are my sisters," he gestures to the two girls whose stares are full of curiosity, "Kiri and Tuk."

You give them a small smile before your eyes land on the third figure and flinch, taking a step back. You nearly trip over a log, but Neteyam grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet, "A sky person?" you whisper, voice full of fear as you hide behind Neteyam.

Neteyam feels his face heat up as your hands land on his shoulder, using him as a shield against Spider.

Lo'ak laughs when he realizes that you're scared of Spider, "You're scared of him?"

Neteyam smacks him before grabbing your hands and taking them off of his shoulders, "It's okay, it's just Spider. He's a friend," he reassures you before pushing you in front of him.

You feel your anxiety worsen as the older of the two girls approach, "Hi, I'm Kiri," she says as she sits down on the log facing you.

"You're not Omatikaya, are you?" she asks when she notices the confused expression on your face.

You shake your head, "No, I am the Tsakarem of the Tayrangi Clan. I am here to gather herbs," you push your hair away from your face, feeling a blush creeping up your face as she leans in closer.

"Where's that?" a second voice asks.

You look past Kiri to see a girl, who must be Tuk standing next to Neteyam, her eyes full of curiosity as she stares at you.

"It's on the Eastern Sea," you say quietly, eyes glancing up at the sky, which was once a bright blue, but is now a dark grey.

"Really? What's it like?" Kiri asks as you feel a raindrop land on your face.

Instead of answering her question, you decide to call for your Ikran, watching as she soars through the trees and lands in front of you, you coo at her, "Tam tam, Tompìva."

You hear the others look on as you pat her neck, smiling sadly as you turn to Neteyam, "It was nice to see you again, son of Toruk Makto, but I must leave, a storm is coming, and I do not wish to be stuck in it."

Neteyam frowns, he had only just met you but wished you could stay just a bit longer.

"Travel safe," Kiri says before turning to walk back into the trees, Tuk, Spider, and Lo'ak following her.

Feeling the rain pick up you turn to Neteyam and give him a small smile, sad that you were leaving so soon.

He opens his mouth to wish you a safe trip home but pauses, wondering if he'd ever get the chance to see you again he quickly tears off a feather from an arrow in his quiver handing it to you, "In case we meet again."

You smile before tucking it away in your bag, "Thank you Neteyam," you quickly mount your Ikran and take off, leaving Neteyam standing in the rain, heat rising up his face.

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Pushing back your visor you dismount your Ikran, when you feel a presence behind you. Turning around you come face to face with your sister, her skin still covered in the red and white paint. Her eyes are full of anger and disappointment as she stares at you.

"You disobeyed my direct orders," her hands are clenched at her sides as she sighs, her eyes falling to the ground.

"I-I'm sorry, I just-"

"Just what?" she exclaims.

Her voice rises and you can see people sticking their heads out of the entrance to their homes, looking on in confusion.

"You have a duty to our people, as our Tsahìk, Eywa has willed it!"

Her face scrunches in anger, and her teeth are bared as she continues to berate you for not fulfilling your duties as Tsakarem. You feel your face heat up in anger and shout out, "I do not care if Eywa has willed it or not," you pause and bite your lip nervously before continuing, "And it is impossible to become Tsahìk if there is no teacher!"

You could hear the gasps coming from the homes surrounding you and took a step back towards your Ikran as Ikeyni's hands clenched into fists, "Eywa is your teacher, let her guide you."

Her voice was soft now, and she approached you as if cornering a wild animal. It was then that you heard another voice.

"Listen to her, ma tìyawn," Aosìng says before reaching out to you.

Slapping his hand away you mount your Ikran and take off, hearing your sister's anger filled voice as you fly through the sky.

tam tam [ˈtam ˈtam] intj. calm, be content, there there

tompìva [ˈtom.pɪ.va] n. Raindrop

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