You decided to walk your dog in the middle of the night since your morning shift at the SDN eats up your time. Passing up drinks with the rest of the team, you wanted to make it up to your dog for not walking him for quite some time.
As you were walking downtown, your dog walked over to a dog bowl infront of a bar and drank from it. You smiled and watched, unaware of the man sitting nearby.
"Oh, are you a thirsty little boy?"
"I guess I am."
You look up in shock to see a disheveld Sonar, taking a swig of his beer before his eyes widened, his ears twitching as he realized his mistake. You both make.. Awkward eye contact, both of you with mortified looks on your faces, before he chokes on his beer, wheezing and coughing it out.
"I am so sorry— holy fuck— shit!"
He'd say through coughs and wheezes as he thumped his chest, and you couldn't help but snicker.
Summary: Growing up with Neteyam meant being by each other's side always but what about forever..?
𖦹 wc, 1,7k
ᨒ warnings: fluff, mild teasing
𖦹 word key
Olo'eyktan - clan leader
tsakarem- tsahìk-in-training
tsa'lan- auntie
'evenge- girl
ioi- ceremonial apparel
maite- my daughter
kelku- home
taronyu - hunter
yovo- purple fruit
utumaiti- banana fruit
yawne- beloved
It was clear to everyone in the clan how close you and Neteyam were. Your parents have been childhood friends with Neytiri and eventually Jake when he came around. Your earliest and fondest memories always had the Sully family, your rough playing with Lo’ak at moments where you always ended with being the one to dominate over him. How you and Kiri bonded over your shared curiosity for Pandora itself, with always willing to venture out and seek new sights. And how you enjoy being able to play with Tuk, being an only child she was easily able to become the sister you never knew you needed. And Neteyam…how you enjoyed the company of the young hunter. Being close in age (he beat you only by a year) you both relied on each other in every experience growing up. He was the one to teach you how to hunt, you were teaching him how to weave and make clothing. Every experience was shared between you, and that proximity eventually turned your relationship from platonic to not so platonic. Though you both have seen the shift , neither of you commented on it. The clan had begun to whisper, noticing how his eyes followed you during training and how you always seemed to find a seat next to him during the evening meals. Of how ideal the two of you are, him, the future Olo'eyktan and you, the tsakarem. It was made by Eywa.
Neteyam was a warrior, disciplined and fierce, but his courtship of you was gentle. At least that's what everyone said. But you always brushed it off by saying he was just being kind. Yet no one could believe that, it started with small gestures…
Whenever he scoured for berries, he always seemed to bring you the sweetest ones in branches high upon tree branches. He always found a place next to yours during clan gatherings slightly eyeing you every now and then, his shoulder slightly pressed upon yours almost signaling that he will be there for you. One time you were sitting upon a tree watching him practice his hunting with his bow, you stood up and walked towards him.
“Think you can show me some tricks eh” you ask, a smile painting your face.
“Of course ! Anything in particular?” he replies.
“Just whatever you see fit I can learn”.
Your guy’s stature felt intimate, you felt his strong chest against your back, his arms and hands rested against yours, feeling his breath steady as he corrected your form, teaching you how to curve the arrow.
Neteyam hoped he stayed calm enough as he felt your touch, Eywa was testing his restraint to not stare and admire your features that second. Yet as he taught you he felt his eyes constantly drifting to your face, he took in the shape of the patterns on your skin, the beads etched into your hair and the way your freckles glowed as the night slowly came.
You turned to face him and your eyes met his golden ones, you both froze.
“A-ah I’m sorry, there was something on your hair, yes by here” He stammers and he attempts to wave off “debris” in your hair slightly ruffling it.
“Yea sure Neteyam and I am the Tsahik” You say giggling and rolling your eyes, setting the bow down and fixing your hair from the frizz he caused.
“You could be… Y/N I-”
“Neteyam!” Your heads turned to face the voice, and saw Neytiri walking towards you both.
“Mother!”
“Tsa’lan Neytiri!”
“ Both of you must come back, it is getting late and I don't want to see you both seen by a thanator or viperwolf!” She begins to walk off. You take a deep inhale before speaking.
“Race you…?” you ask, turning to Neteyam.
“Wh-” Before he can even answer, you bolt to the village.
“This ‘evenge”. He says to him laughing before running after you.
It was almost the start of one of the clan’s hunting festivals and your parents stated you needed to look your best, which left you where you were right now. Your body adorned a new ioi one you designed yourself. Your chest piece carried intricate designs that had beads of a deep emerald and light blue that compliment your dark blue skin. You carried waist beads that sat tight against your waist which felt unique and made you hopeful to catch Neteyam’s attention. Your loincloth was also decorated with beads.
As you were braiding your hair, attaching beads every so often your eyes kept looking to your left at the gift. Over the past few weeks when Neteyam began "courting you" , you began making a gift that you felt would be dear to him. During training sessions you would always head there to watch but your eyes always found Neteyam. You always scanned the ways he was so meticulous in the way his eyes were trained on his targets. The way he handled his bow and arrow always was a visual you would never get tired of. So you began your planning.
You picked a branch from a hometree that you felt was the strongest and resilient for a bow. Each day you would carve the wood and remain vigilant to not get caught, until Kiri saw you one day.
You were carving the sacred wood one day when your shoulders stiffened when someone's voice spoke up…
“You know a gift like that would give him a heart attack”
“ What gift" You attempt to hide the bow behind you. " W-what do you mean..?" You saw Kiri tilt her head, knowing well you know what she meant. "
"...Would he not like it?” You reply with a slight shake in voice turning towards the young na’vi.
“Like it..? He would accept the gift and kiss the ground you walk on for a lifetime!”
You remained silent, shocked by her statement.
“What I'm saying is… don’t worry about making the gift perfect I’ve been seeing you carefully carve that wood for days now, he’ll love whatever it is you make him, you have my brother wrapped around your finger Y/N”. You smile at her and hug her.
“But you know what would be a nice touch though” She says breaking your embrace.
“What?”
“Carving your name into the bow”
Your train of thought broke when you heard your mother’s voice.
“Y/N, are you okay maite?
“Yes mother, what is wrong?”
“ It is time for the festival, come we must be with your father, he’ll be hosting the ceremony this year and you must help with the preparations”. She turned out the entrance of your kelku, you stood up and followed her, carrying your gift on your side wrapped in cloth.
Your father finally finished his speech, he and the other taronyus' congratulating the hunters on their achievements particularly Neteyam, who they praised highly. But Neteyam only half listened to the conversations and praises as he found his eyes trained on your figure. You sat with your friends near a fire, feasting and gossiping. His eyes glanced over you. Have beads always looked so good on your hair? What is adorning your waist? What is making you carry that beautiful smile? What is that laying by your side?
“Looks like Neteyam is real busy right now,” Feya, one of your friends, said her tone a light teasing one.
“What do you mean?” You turned your head and caught his eyes already meeting yours. You spin your head back, a flush appearing on your face.
“ You plan to give it to him today right?” your friend, Tsu’eya speaks. You look to the side.
“Yes, I want congratulate his achievements but I am unsure if he will even like it”
“Like what?” You spun your head to meet the face of the voice and your breath hitched. There stood Neteyam, wearing his ioi and oh how handsome he looked wearing it.
“Like how me and Tsu’eya need to go get more Yovo and Utumauti, ‘cause you know we love to eat” The two scurry off.
You both look at the girls as they run off, the sound of their giggles trailing behind them. You left out a small sigh, turning your head to Neteyam as he let out a small laugh.
“Come I must share something” He says, reaching for your wrist and pulling you away from the festival towards the Tree of Souls.
“Neteyam what are we doing here?” You let go once you arrive under the tree. You both stand under the trees glow, his back facing you.
“Y/N” He says, turning to you and smiling on his face.
“We have known each other since we were ‘evi and since then my care and love for you has grown stronger. You have been there for me in ways that many could not. You always healed me after missions, listened to whenever I rant about Lo’ak's antics or shared my worries when it comes to my place in the clan. When I began courting you, I wanted every moment to be special, like this one”
He took a deep breath, reaching into his pouch to pull out a necklace. It was intricately woven, a skill he had practiced in secret, knowing your love for the art. It featured deep indigo and sea-glass green beads, your favorite colors, centered around a small, carved piece of obsidian.
"I am not as skilled a weaver as you," he admitted, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble. "But every bead I strung, I thought of a memory of us. I want everyone to see this and know who you belong to. If you will have me, my yawne" He stepped closer, the necklace dangling between his fingers.
"I would be honored to wear it," you replied. Pulling your hair up to allow him to place the necklace. As he fastened the cord around your neck, his fingers lingering on your skin. You turned to him.
“I too have something to give” You say, bending down and picking up the clothed wrapped gift. As you unwrapped it, the tree's glow captured its details, the intricate carving of the wood, the bindings it wore.
"I know you are a protector of our people," you whispered. "I wanted you to have something that was made only for you. To keep you safe, and to remind you that you always have a place to return to." You placed the bow into his hands.
Neteyam ran his fingers over the etched wood, his breath hitching when he saw your name. "My yawne, It is beautiful. The craftmanship... it’s perfect."
You look at each other, leaning closely, when your lips finally meet, nothing else matters. In the eyes of the clan, you were two children of great warriors, but in this moment, you were simply two souls finally finding their way home to one another.
🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ AHHH My first avatar fic!! Oh em gee, literally have been such a fan when I came across the first movie when I was like 9 lol. I am accepting requests since I really want to get back into writing andddd I'm currently still on college break so I have a lot of free time. So feel free to ask me or comment an idea you would like!!
summary: after a heated argument both you and so'lek open up towards each other understanding each other better as mates.
contents: so'lek x fem!sarentu reader, lil bit of angst, happy couple fighting, slight talks abt death but like meh,
notes: this is a part 2 for inconvenience!! read that first if u want to, i had no idea y'all wanted a pt2 so bad but the poll spoke otherwise LOL
The night deepened before he found you.
He didn’t waste time finding you. He moved without sound, slowly tracking you throughout the denser parts of the forest. He wanted to call out for you, scream for you to return to him.
Yet, he felt as if he didn’t deserve to call your name. As if the purity of it would burn his scorched tongue. That same mouth that hurled such cruelty towards you.
He found you perched against a tree, sitting on the peak of a small hill. Your ears were flat to your head, tail curled in under yourself as you cradled your knees to your chest.
What broke him more was the sound.
They were soft, barely audible sniffles. So small yet they carried so much sorrow. He watched the way you took in a large silent breath, trying to calm your quivering body.
His own body recoiled instinctively, ears turned down, eyes wide, tail hanging low, but the tip pointed up in distress. He could hear his own heart drop, tumbling down from the empty chasm of his chest to the soles of his feet.
He never intended to hurt you. But he was careless. Allowing his emotions to speak before his mind could.
Still, he knew the image of your face would be seared into his memories eternally.
He would never forget it.
So’lek moved towards you slowly, arms nervously glued to his side, unable to move freely.
“I should not have spoken like that.” His words came out quietly, his body crouching down beside you. He got a closer look at your face now, his chest aching as he noticed the way the moonlight reflected off of your tears.
How could he allow the grips of his own fear to stain your heart?
“Is that all?” You murmured, head laying in your arms turned away from him.
“No.” He replied quickly, a hesitant hand laying on your shoulder. “I am sorry I insulted you…there is no excuse for my behaviour.”
You let out a small ‘hmph’ simultaneously acknowledging him and ignoring him.
So’lek inhaled slowly, his hand pulling you closer to him. “You are a fierce warrior, you have no fear...” he paused, his breath shuddering “and I fear that one day you will die as one.”
You looked up from the shadows of your elbow, meeting So’lek’s eyes that spoke of only sadness and regret.
“So’lek…” you breathed, his name heavy on your tongue, blinking away a stray tear as it welled in your eyes. “I have fear. I am afraid.” Your voice was quiet, as if the words were caught in your throat. “I am afraid of the sky-people, afraid of what I have missed out on, afraid that one day they may snatch me back into that metal cage.”
So’lek’s eyes softened as you slowly crept closer to him, his arm snaking around your waist. “I will never let that happen.”
“Neither will I.” You utter, words firm but they had no harshness towards them. “I fight…how I do because I do not want you to worry about me…I do not want you to think that I am the poor naïve Sarentu girl who must be guarded.”
In that moment it all clicked for So’lek. The weight of his thoughtless words. That not only did he insult your fighting, but he found your insecurities and clawed at them.
“And…” Your voice cracked before you could continue, eyes darting down in shame at your display of vulnerability. “And what you said to me…enforced it all. That I am not as fierce and brave as I had let myself believe…but instead an inconvenience.”
So’lek immediately shook his head feverously, hands quickly coming up to cup your cheeks. “You are not an inconvenience; you never have been. I am the naïve one yawne…I am the one who has been watching you with closed eyes.” His thumbs shakily move across your cheek, wiping the salty tears. “I have been so afraid of losing you…that I had forgotten why I found myself falling in love with you.”
Your lips quivered as he whispered to you. You had no idea how much you needed his reassurances; how much his words would affect you. “I don’t need you to stop being afraid.” Your words were soft. “I need you to remember who I am when your fear speaks louder than reason.”
So’lek nodded slowly, thumbs still caressing your cheeks. “I will.”
Your hands travel from his forearms to grasp onto his rough hands. “I do not fight because I don’t care if I die.” You looked into his eyes as you continued. “I fight because I want to live…I want to live a life with you.”
So’lek responded with a soft hum, his eyes speaking more than words could.
“I know I scared you…I never wanted to frighten you. But when you spoke to me…I felt as if I had failed you, that you could not see me any longer.”
“I see you.” He spoke fiercely, voice coarse and direct. “I will never be blind towards you again.”
You gazed into his eyes, searching for any flaws in his promises and did not find a single one. You started to understand it all now. That deep beneath the convoluted walls that So’lek kept up was a fear larger than himself. A fear of loss and grief that did not listen to reason.
“I see you.” Your reply was sweet and gentle, breaking through his guarded walls.
“I will carry the burden of my words, I do not expect you to forgive me so easily.” In So’lek’s perfect world he would’ve never uttered a single thing to hurt you. In his world he would have harnessed the powers to rewind time to make sure his brutal artlessness never formed a bruise on your heart.
But neither him nor the world was perfect. All that was perfect was encompassed within you.
“No.” You said softly, grasping onto his hand just a little tighter. “We shall carry it together.”
You both breathed slowly, foreheads resting against each other’s. The hurt still lingered in between you, it was tender, still recovering from its wounds. But it was no longer alone. Beneath it all was a promise. A promise of trust and understanding. One that ensured neither of you would let that fear drive each other away, but closer together.
thankyou smm for readingggg!!! sorry if there was any typos lol i am writing this at like 4am but like whateverrrrrr. reblogs + comments are veryververveyreyruerher appreciated!! i just love to hear what you all thunked but yayay thankyou for reading byeeee ilyyyy
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