Pairings: Jake, aged!up Neteyam, aged!up Lo'ak, Quaritch x reader.
Summary: The Sully's come to your tribe, Hulanta, for uturu. When they came to the swamp, they didn't know the Tsahik was going to make their heads spin. Within her presence, it'll be the closest they'll ever get to Eywa.
Tags: Manipulation, infidelity, marking, scenting, blood, reader is a maneater, reader is morally-grey, wet dreams, masturbation, p in v, cunnilingus, praise-kink, reader will be degrading Quaritch, old men complaining and competing, father at competition with sons, sons at competition with father, tonguing them down, men groveling, needy Neteyam, needy Lo'ak, delusional Jake Sully, eager Quaritch.
Part 4 ★ "The Ambassador Program"
There’s one man from Quaritch’s past that unites negative emotions within you, even after years of not seeing him. Charles Stringer.
You were back in your 9 year old body. Your back is curled, your legs folded as you sit on a circular rug. A mountain of building blocks are in front of you. A dreamwalker was kindly talking to you. She pointed at the blocks, trying to get you to play with them. She sat kneeling on the floor. She wore the same outfit you see the other skypeople wear. You had stains of red on you, streaked across your face. Your dad’s red blood stained your blue skin.
Your ears perked up as you heard movement behind you. You looked back. Two figures stood behind a two way window. Although you could only see your reflection, you could hear their muted voices from behind the glass.
“We found her at one of our extraction sites.” A soldier said.
“What about the parents?” Stringer asks.
“The Father is dead. We shot him when he tried to escape with her.” The soldier says.
“Any others?” Stringer’s eyes never left your figure.
“There were a few other adult na’vi. But they were nothing we couldn’t handle.” The soldier shrugged.
Stringer nodded, the side of his index finger pressed against his lips. His arms were crossed. He made eye contact with you through the two way window. You turned your head to the skywalker who started demonstrating how the blocks work.
Stringer came into the room, he walked next to you. He squatted down to your level. Stringer signaled the skywalker to leave, his eyes never leaving you. You felt a chill go down your spine, goosebumps crawled along your skin. You shifted away from him, a feeling of unease settling in the pit of your stomach.
“We should get you cleaned up huh? You’re quite dirty.” Stringer trailed the back of his knuckle across your cheek.
You flinched back, glaring at him. You hissed, baring your teeth at him. Stringer held his hands up in defeat.
“Feisty.” Stringer chuckled, a dark look in his eyes.
You tried to scoot further away from him, but his hand reached out and caught your tail. You made a groan of discomfort, wiggling away. Stringer’s hand yanked painfully on your tail, his hand too close to your butt. You grunt in pain, kicking at him. Your foot clipped him in the leg.
“Enough of that.” String says with agitation, slapping your foot away.
Stringer pulled you closer to him by your ankle.
“You are our first member of The Ambassador Program of the Eastern Front. You should be grateful.” Stringer said.
[ ! ] TAP, or the Ambassador Program, was a covert initiative by the Resources Development Administration (RDA) on Pandora, established in 2146. It involved the abduction of five young Na’vi children. ( — Source: Avatar Frontiers of Pandora )
At this point the TAP program wasn’t established within the Western Front. Stringer thought that if he could use you, train you to be an obedient foot soldier. The board signed off on a project to convert na’vi children into RDA soldiers. Stringer wanted the board to see that there was a possibility of creating a boarding process to teach na’vi to be more human.
Stringers project did not succeed with you. Every lesson that was supposed to be taught to you, you’d rebel. Every adaptation you refuse, and any time someone of the RDA stepped in to show you how to use technology you’d destroy it. The only lesson you’ve ever been proficient in, was hand to hand and weapon combat training.
“The fuck is that?!” Stringer yelled.
“The alarm sir. The na’vi somehow got her hands on a grenade and blew up the command center.” A guard says.
“Wh-what?? Well where is she now?!” Stringer screams.
“I don’t know, sir.” The guard explains.
“Well go find her then. Get out of my face and go do your damn job.” Stringer shouts, stabbing his finger into the soldier's chest.
You kept low, crouching as you maneuver around the debris you caused. You snuck into Stringer’s office, searching through his files to look for anything that could open the exit. Your eyes light up when you see what’s on his wall. You stood to your full height, wonder clear in your eyes as you walked to his mantle. You reached up, pulled the device from the wall. You look down at the possession in your hands, trailing your finger along the length of end. You slid it out of its scabbard.
The handle is decorated with black threads that are crossed in layers like diamonds. The blade is a slick silver, the metal dazzled with shimmers of unobtanium. You turned the sword so it was positioned on a tilt in your hand. The metal is a hybrid of human grade metal and unobtanium. Anger and disgust burned deep within your chest. Your fingers held a weapon that was forged by resources that were gathered through the actions of murder to get the unobtanium. You were going to kill Stringer with it.
Your ears sprouted as you heard the frantic footsteps of soldiers. They slammed the door open, and three soldiers came in with large guns. They surveyed the room, the tip of their guns wandering in different directions. You listened out for them from where you were crouched. Your back pressed into Stringer’s desk.
You leaped over the desk, you aimed your sword down before yanking it up, the side of the blade slicing the neck of a soldier. Blood splattered out the side of the soldier's neck, the blood flowing over their uniform. Your eyes widened in realization. To take a life is a lot easier than you used to think.
You flinched when the other two soldiers sprayed bullets at you. You ducked down, blocking your body with the soldier you just killed. Their bullets landed in the armor of the fallen soldier. You pushed the body forward, gaining on the soldier closest to you. You slid the sword through the corpse, the blade pierced through the chest and became lodged in the chest of the soldier you were pressing up against.
The soldier screamed in pain, her voice loud in your ears. Her eyes rolled back as her heart stopped. You jumped when a bullet flew past you. You yanked the sword out. You jumped out of the way when a spray of bullets flew at you. You ran out the room, barely dodging the bullets.
A bullet nicked your calf, causing blood to slip down your leg. You press your back into the wall, you hold the sword up, readying yourself. The soldier ran into the hallway, as their foot made it past the door frame you whipped your sword to their throat. Their body collapsed to the floor, their head was lobbed off their shoulders, falling to the floor.
You knelt down, grabbing the fabric of the combat pants. You rolled the corpse on the side, you dragged their key card out of the pocket. You jumped up, running through the hallway. As you went, your blue skin caught the eye of Stringer. He pointed at the monitor.
“Get her! Do not let her escape!” Stringer screams.
The soldiers started flowing in beside you, appearing from behind corners, popping out from behind walls. They shot neutralizing shots at you. You rounded a corner, you pushed over a metal shelf of parts. The shelve banged against the floor, all of the content falling to the floor. The doorway is successfully blocked. You could hear the screams of the soldiers, navigating how they were going to get to you. You didn’t spare any time, you used the id card, the door slid open. You blinked in pain when the sunlight bleached your eyes. You ran out, your ears picking up the whirling metal of an amp suit.
You sat on the floor of your hometree. You sat cross legged on the floor, your hands on your thighs. Your eyes are closed, easy breathes leaving your chest. You are meditating. As you meditate, your brain is able to look through the eyes of your people. Every task and every relationship, you could see and feel. Your body is vibrating, the outline of your body jittering.
You tapped into the spirit of Neteyam. You could feel the weight of his world, his worry for his siblings, his insecurities about his presence in his father’s life. His unsureness and unease living in an unfamiliar clan. But you could also feel the love he has for his siblings, his excitement when he discovers something new about the clan. His thoughtless arousal for you. He feels things very deeply.
Your body slowly starts to shift to being still. The tremors and vibrations faulted. When you opened your eyes, your mother was standing in front of you.
“You have a restless Toruk Makto and his mate standing outside of your kelutral.” She says.
You close your eyes for a moment before lazily opening them.
Jake and Neytiri stared at your hometree in awe. It’s the biggest they’ve ever seen. It’s three times the size of the marui you provided them and their family with. Jake and Neytiri turned to the movement in front of them, their eyes snapped to your mother as she stepped out of your hometree. Your mother kindly bowed to Jake.
“Tsahik will see you both now.” Your mother says.
Jake slowly approached you. Neytiri is not far from his side. You sat with a table of food in front of you. Your other Hulanta were fluttering about, bringing you dishes and drinks to the table. You gestured your hand out to the mats on the opposite side of your table. Jake swiftly sat where you pointed. Neytiri slowly sat, her body stiff with discomfort.
“What is it that you’ve requested of me Toruk Makto?” You ask.
Jake cringes at the formality.
“You can just call me Jake.” Jake says lamely. “I don’t mean to come off ungrateful. But me and my family would like to be assigned to a different marui, or a kelutral.”
You took a controlled sip of tea, you swished it around in its cup.
“I can’t do that Toruk Makto. Every Hulanta must earn their position in this clan. If you want better accommodations, you must work for it. Honestly, I feel slightly insulted. I’m sure Ol’xma has told you there are no other marui for you.” You say.
In fact, you knew Ol’xma told him that. Because you knew everything Ol’xma says before he says it. Jake stares at you, determination shining in his eyes.
“What can I do to prove myself to you as Tsahik?” Jake asks.
“We hunt. Let me see the real you. I want to know if you truly earned the title, “Toruk Makto”, Jake.” You say, a mischievous smirk on your face. The pronunciation of his name was laced with your accent.
Jake’s ears perked in interest as they drank in the way his name rolled off your tongue. His eyes trailed down your face, his gaze stopped at your breasts before snapping back up to your eyes.
“I’ll prove why I am Toruk Makto.” Jake says, his voice challenging you.
Neytiri looked between the two of you in confusion, giving you a side eye. She understood every word spoken, but she felt as if she still missed context.
You and Jake stood before the Hulanta. The Sully’s and Spider stood at the front of the crowd.
”I, and Toruk Makto, will go on a hunt. He stands to prove his worth to the Hulanta. To validate his status as Toruk Makto.” You announce.
The Hulanta watched with approval. Ol’xma came to stand beside you.
“Your sister is ready.” Ol’xma says.
Jake turned towards you, his face looked betrayed.
“I thought it’d just be the two of us.” Jake says.
The idea of the two of you alone gave Jake a shameful feeling of excitement.
“It is. He’s referring to my other sister.” You say, your fingers fixing your poncho.
“Other sis-” Before Jake could finish,
A palulukan (thanator) emerged, its black and white body low as it wandered towards you. Jake immediately pushed you behind him, drawing his bow at the palulukan. Neytiri pulled Tuk behind her, training her bow on the creature. Neteyam joined the side of his mother, his bow aimed at the palulukan. Lo’ak stood protectively in front of Kiri, who gripped onto Spider. You held your hand to calm them, stepping out from behind Jake.
“It is okay. This is my sister. I am Palulukan Makto.” You say.
Jake lowered his bow. Jake held his arm out, signalling Neytiri and Neteyam to do the same. Neteyam dropped his bow, Neytiri was more hesitant, but inevitably pulled her bow back.
You stepped towards your sister. You rubbed the top of her head, gracing over the scar marks where one of her eyes were missing. Your sister pushed her hand into your palm, rubbing her skin against yours in affection. You turned your head to Neytiri.
“You used to be Palulukan Makto when you were Omatikaya. But you lost that mantle." You say, a sweet condescending smile on your face.
Neytiri's tail curled behind her in discomfort. She glared at you, poorly concealing the sneer she wants to show you. Neytiri wisely chose to stay silent. You hopped on the back of your sister.
“We must be on our way.” You say.
Jake swung his body on your palulukan. You rode off, your sister running through the humid, heated tropical underbrush of the swamp.
The three of you traveled until the sky began to darken. The humid air turned misty, and the grass below turned wet. The trees covered the sky from you, small spotlights of the moon shun through the spotty canopy of the tree leaves. The vines of the swamp slowed you down, your sister constantly getting wrapped in them. You did your best to assist, using your connection to Eywa to reduce the foliage.
“Tell me Jake. How’d you come to be an Avatar?” You ask.
“I was a part of the RDA. I came to Pandora and learned the way of the Omatikaya. I fell in love with nature, the people, the animals. But, none of that meant much compared to Neytiri. She was my everything when I came here, and then we had our kids.” Jake explains. “How about you? What’s the history of you being Tsahik?”
You continued directing your sister forward, you lifted your hand to move a branch out of the way. You took your time before opening your mouth.
“I was taken by the RDA.” You said.
Jake’s eyes widened, affronted. He tilts his head back.
“They killed my father and held me at a camp. I was supposed to be adopted into a program for na’vi children.” You say.
“They were trying to indoctrinate you?” Jake asks.
“Yes, Jake. But I escaped, I found my way back to my people. For all of the time I had been gone, the Hulanta thought I was dead.” You say.
“So how did you become Tsahik?” Jake asks.
“I’m the only one who’s good enough to be Tsahik. I’m the only one who can do what I can do.” You say, ominous.
Jake bit back his tongue, contemplating before sucking in a breath. His hand tightened around your waist. Jake tilts his head to the side, his eyes trailing the side of your face.
“So what can you do?” Jake asks.
You tilted your head, you didn’t look back though. Your eyes are shining with humor.
“What do you want me to do Jake?” You ask, your voice breathless.
Jake’s eyes trailed down your neck. His brain took him back to his dream where he wrapped his long fingers around the back of your neck. How he kissed the side of your neck and your collarbone. How good you looked in the grass, how gorgeous and dewy the skin of your perfectly carved body looked. The rich green glimmer of your body upon your blue skin.
Jake shook his head, dizzy as he took himself out of his stupor. Jake leaned back, caution buzzing inside of his head. Jake couldn’t stop his eyes. His eyes trailed down the column of your neck, the way your spine curved out from your back, Ewya your tail looked so delicious where it sat at your ass. Your ass is even more plump from where you sat on the saddle.
“Goddamn.” Jake whispered, his voice deep.
Ewya took her time with her. Jake thought to himself. Jake shifted uncomfortably, his dick hardening underneath his loincloth. Jake’s not supposed to feel this way for another woman. He has a mate, Neytiri. And what would his kids think of him fiending for the Tsahik of the village they’re seeking uturu with? Jake couldn’t help himself. Shame bubbled in his gut, the burn of his neck was hot from his embarrassment. He felt like an old pervert, but that didn’t stop his eyes from wandering.
“You’re starring Jake.” You tease.
Before Jake could stop himself.
“You look good.” Jake says.
Jake’s mouth clicks shut, his ears flattening to his head in shame. Why did he say that? He usually has control over his impulses. What Jake doesn’t know won’t kill him. The woman before him was manipulating every dark desire he has towards you. Jake is fun to mess around with. So easy to make fun of.
"I know. I always look good, Jake." You say, lazy as you shrug your shoulders.
You and your sister stop. You hop off of her back.
"It's getting dark. Let's set up camp and resume our hunt later." You pull off a bedroll from So'lxars back.
Jake swings his legs over, pushing himself off of So'lxars back.
"You take care of the fire, I'll lay out the bedrolls." You order.
"Okay." Jake nods, walking off past the tree line.
You watch his back as he goes, making sure his wide shoulders disappeared behind the hanging vines. You rolled out Jake's bedroll, you waved your hand over it. You whisper a chant, your purple eyes shine with a bright glow. You looked over at So'lxar who was giving you a judgmental look.
"You shouldn't be expecting me any less of me. Besides, you saw and smelled how he lusts for me." You said.
So'lxar rolled her eyes, she sat on her hind legs. She lifts one of her paws, licking at her arm, choosing to ignore you.
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