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Hiya! You can call me Roxy- I like to write and stuff, occasionally I take breaks from writing for a few months, so donât get scared if I disappear suddenly.Â
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I write NSFW & Dead Dove as long as the characters involved are 18+. If not, they'll be aged up to at least 20 years old.
ââ. Everyone knows the truth. Dio- the man you're supossed to marry doesn't really want you, you even wonder if his heart can feel anything resembling love. But George Joestar and your own parents arranged this... But you know who really owns your heart.
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2.2k wc // Longing, gentleman Jonathan, Dio's cruelty, probably everyone is OOC and i should go back to hiatus, sad ending, ANGST, non-con kissing, victorian era, pre-vampire Dio. OKAY MY APOLOCHEESE: I completely fucked up a certain scene because i forgot the timeline, so i added it later, i tried my best to make it go w the lore of the one shot, but sorry if it sort of annoys someone!! T_T
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You always had everything growing up.
You could never say you lacked anything- from a warm bed, three meals a day, and as many things as you could ask for.
Except for love. Your parents never were the loveable type, always keeping a distance even between themselves- while you read princess stories, all you had in home was distant glances from the people you called family.
You didnât even have any siblings to share with, all you had was Minnerva, Minnie, for short- your pug. A fat, loveable thing that followed you everywhere.
You could live with that- after all, you began going out much more instead of locking yourself all day in your room. Everything changed when you met him- Jonathan Joestar.
Dark blue hair, eyes like the sky, brave like a soldier from the stories you read. You were about 12 when you two met.
You were being bullied by some goons, them taking one of your novels as you read under a tree, tearing its pages and making you cry, calling you insults, and how you were just rich trash, Minnie barking behind you, her structure not making her suitable to defend.
Then he arrived, out of the blue- of course, they beat him up, but at least they didnât finish breaking your book. When you went to help him, he swatted your hands away, talking about how it was a gentlemanâs duty to protect a lady. You were too shocked to even ask his name, coming back to your senses when he had already left, picking up his handkerchief and realizing who he was.
Jonathan Joestar- son of George Joestar. Your parents had talked to you about the patriarch of that family, he had wealth for generations, and a heart of gold.
Minnie gave your hand a small lick as she let out a soft whine at the smell of the blood on the handkerchief, you gave her head a few pats before standing up, watching the blue-haired boy slowly disappear from your eyesight.
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Days turned into weeks, and weeks to months- before you even realized, it had been years of your friendship with JoJo.
You and JoJo met weekly, sometimes under the same tree, other times by the river for a swim.
You liked JoJo, it was something you realized soon after becoming friends. He was thoughtful, considerate and a true gentleman. He always remembered things about you, like your favorite novels, how much sugar you put in your tea and how many treats you gave to Minnie in one day.
You were fifteen when things changed.
You were under the tree you two met, you reading as JoJo carved something into the treeâs trunk, you reading the novel out loud for him.
âThat sounds terribly sadâ He said, finishing his work and sitting next to you, as you had just finished reading. The novel had a grim end, about two lovers that never managed to be together.Â
âIt is, but at least their love was genuineâ You said, closing the novel and looking curiously up to what he had carved.
First your ears went red, then the rest of your face. Your initials on a heart.
âJoJo!â You said, completely red faced, using your book to cover your flushed face.
But even as you complained that day, your mind imprinted on itself the image of what he had carved.
Things changed from that day- stolen glances were mutual, or how heâd get red whenever you whispered secrets to his ears, like when Minnie stole a whole bread roll and you had to blame it on yourself. With JoJo, it was natural, the laugh, the feeling of love.
It was warm on your chest, butterflies on your stomach, a feeling that left you always wanting more, to the point where you even began taking novels with happy endings whenever you saw him, just to see him smile when the ending meant with the two characters finally together.
Eventually, you met what would become your cage. Dio.
You and JoJo were walking after a long day of being in town, when another boy your age came into view.
He had golden hair, sharp eyes and pale skin. âOh! Thatâs Dio!â Jonathan said, giving him an excited wave. You knew that name- even if you had never interacted together. Dio Brando. George Joestar 's adopted son. You knew the rumors that surrounded him.
A friend of yours mentioned how she saw him kick a stray dog once, or how he used to treat JoJo when he was first adopted- the thought making you feel uneasy.
âDio, this is-â JoJo tried saying, only to be interrupted. âI know who she isâ Dio said in a carefully constructed tone which made a shiver run down your spine.
His voice felt⊠Weird, not bad, or anything that could catalogue it as such. But something in your mind was warning you about this boy.Â
Then, he smiled, his eyes going from your polished shoes up to your dress, and then to your face in a way you wanted to squirm away from it. The smile made you more unease- it looked almost like a mask.
âJoJo speaks of you rather oftenâ Dio said, standing in front of the two of you. A faint blush appeared on your cheeks- nothing compared to JoJoâs now beet red face.
âI do not!â JoJo said, avoiding looking at you.
âYou doâ Dio answered, his gaze still firmly locked against yours.
Being close to both of them, you noticed their contrasting natures. JoJo was beautiful in the way a sunset was, warm, full of life- and Dio was more like the beauty of a recently sharped knife.
The thought remained stuck in your head for a long time.
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You were walking down an isolated path one evening, the sunset giving you a soft warm feeling. Tomorrow you would see JoJo, and youâd go swim in the river, a small smile and blush crept up your face as you stared at a small rock you were kicking.Â
Until someone stepped on the stone. You looked up, finding Dio, a small frown formed on your face.
The sun was behind him, bathing him in an ethereal glow that made a knot on your throat- you never bought this whole good facade of him.
âYou seem happy, going to see dear JoJo tomorrow?â He said, his tone dangerous. This wasnât a random encounter, and you knew that. He had been waiting for you.
His shoe kicked the rock to the grass, making you take a step back he quickly diminished by stepping forward into your personal space.Â
âWhat exactly do you want from me? JoJo is my friendâ You said, frowning- you looked at the path in front of you, no one was near. You felt like a cornered rabbit.
âYet you look at him as though youâd like him to be moreâ He answered, making your face go red between anger and embarrassment of being read so easily. Your mouth opened but no sound left- what could you do, deny the claim? You couldnât lie with something like that- specially since your feelings were filled to the brim towards JoJo.
Dioâs face morphed into satisfaction at your reaction.Â
âDo you know what I think?... I think JoJo would never take what he wants from someone like you.â He said, and his eyes roamed your body with an intensity that made you feel physically nauseous.
There wasnât desire, or lust in his eyes- it was something worse. It looked like ownership. Like branding an animal.
Sensing the danger, you tried to push past him- but his hand grabbed onto your wrist, hard, his strength nothing compared to anything youâve felt before.
âLet go!â You said, trying to pry yourself from his grasp, his hand only tightening around your wrist until it hurt.
âBut I am not Jonathanâ He said, and pulled you towards him, his lips meeting yours. Your eyes widened and tears filled your vision, your free hand going to his chest in order to push him away, his other hand quickly grabbing it.
Tears now fell down your cheeks, softly landing on your clothes after going down your face.
Your first kiss. You had planned it- it would be with JoJo, under a sunset as pretty as this one.
But he wasnât JoJo, and now there wouldnât be another first kiss.
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In the weeks that followed, people treated you differently. As if you belonged to him. Dio.
Jonathan- not JoJo anymore, you lost the ability to use his nickname after that fatidic kiss, became a ghost in your mind. It was near impossible to find him now. You were tied to something you repulsed, and worse? You couldnât even fight back.
You saw his strength that day, and you were scared of what it could do if you retaliated.
You couldnât do much except be quiet, and sadly, it only fueled the townâs rumors. Somehow word spread that you were now being courted by Dio, and of course, you couldnât bear to speak now, it was too late. What were you supposed to do? Your parents were finally happy with you, since Dio was highly respected.Â
He wouldnât truly pay any sort of attention to you- only when necessary, like rubbing salt on a wound, locking your cage as you couldnât do anything but watch from inside.
You learned very quickly that your words didnât matter anymore. What once were loud laughs with Jonathan now was nothing but quiet glances with Dio, filled with hate and fear.
Poor Jonathan- you could see it in his eyes, whenever he greeted you from a respectful distance, you could easily see his torment. He had fought so hard to finally have a good friendship with Dio, and he was torn whether to fight or simply stand back, but it was too late to fight now, even George seemed excited about Dioâs future with you, completely unaware of the special bond you had with his other son.
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Years showed no mercy, time never slowing. It was as if you saw yourself in third perspective, your only escape now being your novels. Your little act of rebellion was to read and re-read the ones you used to share with Jonathan, a little secret of yours Dio hadnât found out. Or maybe he did, and merely allowed you that out of the mere satisfaction of knowing you were only suffering more with each page.
You were 18 now. You had grown into âquite the ladyâ, as some older women said, since you wore your quietness as a veil. Rarely you spoke, only when strictly necessary.
Dio enjoyed that part a lot. He had once again outsmarted JoJo. With the years you became compliant and more like a doll than a human being.
Today, you had been invited to the Joestarâs manor, apparently there was some sort of social gathering, even your parents attending such a thing. You stood next to Dio, in your usual quietness.
You had noticed something about him. He had always seemed charming on the outside, but you knew better- yet, it was as if something was unraveling inside him. It all began when Minnie went missing.
She was too old to run away, and too fat to even consider said activity- yet one day after you refused to go out with Dio in order to spend time with her, she disappeared- left without a trace. Your parents insisted maybe some other creature got her, but you knew Dioâs stance on dogs.
You didnât want to believe such a thing, how could someone be so cruel and heartless?
One of your friends insisted she saw him at night alone- drinking and attacking some homeless drunk. That she thought it was somebody else, after all, Dio was extremely respected! How could one man have so many faces?
Dioâs hand placing on the curve of your back snapped you back into reality. Right. The social gathering.
It felt so weird to see so many people here, all blessed with exorbitant amounts of money, completely indifferent to how the people in the lower side of town suffered. You felt uncomfortable, the feeling becoming worse after you saw Jonathanâs dark blue hair walking across another room.
âHe still thinks people are rewarded for loyalty. For honorâŠPathetic.â Dio said. He didnât bother hiding in his mask in front of you, you were practically an obedient pet by now.
You knew what he meant by that comment. Jonathan had always thought goodness mattered- something Dio didnât even bother trying to believe or try.
You lightly frowned, keeping your mouth shut. George Joestar was talking to your parents- but he looked⊠Wrong. His skin was pale and his hands had a light tremor. Dio didnât even bother mentioning it to you- you only realized about a week ago you came to visit.
From that time, in which you had a small pleasant chat with him, he told you he had gotten skin with something still not discovered, that he had been given medicine, but it was barely starting, and he had hopes itâd get better. The moment he mentioned Dio even helped give him his medicine, you felt a shiver run down your spine, forcing a smile as your mind drifted off to the worst thought.
He wouldnât- right?
A stone mask sat on Jonathan's desk. A stone thatâd mark the end and the beginning at the same time, question is, what will your role be?
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ââ. notes: omg my tumblr is bugged as hell it was hard af formatting this thing. Anyways hi i'm back from the grave !! feel free to request anything for jojo's, i'm rewatching it after a bizillion years i'm so sorry if this was ooc!!! my dms are open for criticism and/or a jojo's beta reader n.n
â â â â You're grown passionate in hating Quaritch because he stole your place next to Varang. In that passion you've become foolish, and when attempting to end him once and for all, he outsmarts you.
2.1k words // kuru's used in a sexual manner (thanks tiktok for the inspo), AFAB reader, "princess" nickname, dub-con, fighting, racism towards Na'vi, Quaritch might be OOC idk i haven't written in quite a while :')
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Your body was a canvas full of perforations, scarification and paint. You pierced each one in front of Varang, all alone in her Kelku- letting her lick the blood off your ashy skin as the metal and bone penetrated your skin.
You cut the kuruâs off of the weaker ones that dared to challenge you for your place next to Varang. You had lost fights once, before she had put her eye on you.Â
From then on, you swore youâd never lose again. All for her, for her fire.
And you were in fact, rewarded for your strength.
Not softness, more like the warmth of feeling fire under oneâs fingertips, of choking back whimpers as it burns your skin.
You didnât need Eywa, all you needed was her, burning your skin.
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Your ears flicked back as you stared at him. Varangâs mate, Quaritch.
That should have been your spot. Years of fighting and chasing after her, yearning to feel her tsaheylu in a way that wasnât for punishment, and in a few days he came and won that spot.
Passion is dangerous, it makes one act in stupid ways. Same stupid way that made you follow him into the forest, crawling through the branches with nothing but your obsidian blade in hand. You never learned how to use one of the rifles the RDA brought- and didnât bother learning to.
You waited until his squad left, all scattered around the forest, and he was right underneath the tree you were perched on.
âYouâre loud, Princessâ He said, catching you off guard, making you slip.
Your ankle twisted making you lose control, and you went down.
You hit yourself against a few branches and then landed on your back against the dirt, your air kicked out of you.
Your lungs ached and burned as you hit the floor, but the instant thought of failing so miserably in front of him burnt deeper than any physical pain could.
âYou have guts, I gottaâ admit that. A damn shame youâre still a blue monkeyâ He said, looming over you, one hand over his gun as he stared down at you.
You had no idea what a monkey even was- but you assumed it was an insult. He sure had a lot of guts insulting you when you two looked the same race. You had to think quickly on what to do. Your dagger was too far too reach, and your ankle felt on fire, the smallest of movements making you choke back a whimper of pain.
Your ears flattened as you hissed at him, brows furrowing as you got up on your elbows, the added pressure of the rope tightly binding your breasts doing little to ease the pain from the fall.
Unbothered, he kneeled next to you, stretching to grab your blade. âVeteran 101, you donât bring a knife to a gun fight, even that bastard Sully knows it.â
His gaze moved over you with little shame, from your sprained ankle up to the way the rope barely hid your areolas from him- nudity wasnât something explicitly sexual for the Naâvi, but you had learned quickly from the RDA pink-skins that had gone to bring guns for the Mangkwan that for them any inch of skin could be seen in a more depraved way.
âDoes Varang know youâre out here embarrassing yourself like this?â He said, his eyes meeting yours.
That did it- ignoring the sharp pain igniting your body, you lunged at him, trying to retrieve your dagger from his larger hands.
 âGah!â You screamt as you awkwardly pounced over him, your tail lashing furiously as you tried to push him off balance.
But he clearly had the advantage, one hand shooting up to your neck and directing your body to the floor, once again knocking the air out of you.
You loudly groaned in pain, fangs blared as your hands went to his on your neck, not choking you, but keeping you down. âStay downâ He said with a stern tone.
Your sharp nails dug into his wrist, scratching and trying to get free, squirming even as your body ached.
His other hand moved to your face, roughly grabbing your cheeks and keeping your head still, completely ignoring your hands raking violet lines on his arm.
You hissed again, earning a laugh from him. âThought you were supposed to be her best- from here you look like nothinâ but a brat who needs a lessonâ He said, squishing your cheeks under his fingers, the feeling of his extra finger odd on your skin.
His hand let go of your face and moved to grab the dagger, raising it up in the air, his other hand on your neck tightening, a silent warning for you to not move.
âWe can do this the easy or hard way, Princessâ
But youâd be damned if you ever listened to someone who wasnât Varang. Your tail lashed angrily under you, and you hissed as you dug your nails into his skin as deep as you could, a silent protest- but not wanting to test how far heâd go, after all, you werenât dumb, he had the upper hand now.
His ears went back as he noticed your little rebellion, making his hand leave your neck, his arm with small violet cuts from your sharp nails. But before you could sing victory your own dagger was pressed against your neck.
âYou always this dramatic, princess?âÂ
You didnât flinch- even as he pressed it tighter against your skin.
You held his gaze, your hands turning to fists as you were trying out to think of a way out of this.
At your lack of answer he continued.
âYou got a funny way of entertaininâ yourself.â He said now, slowly, almost as if savoring each word- his gaze changed, no longer a soldier, but something else. The dagger moved down on your body, leaving a violet line down on your ashy skin, some drops of blood mixing with ash and body paint.
Even the most subtle movement from your part made him give you a warning glare, the dagger pressing down harder into your skin- so you finally gave in, at least for now.
The blade met the ropes on your chest, and thatâs when you voiced your concerns.
â'Upe lu nga- Skxawng! [What are you- Moron!]â You said as he cut through the first ropes. But before you could get up his free hand shot out back to your neck, keeping you down as he cut through the other ropes. freeing your breasts, each with red long violet lines from wearing the tight ropes all the time.
You hissed at him as his hand tightened around your windpipe, finally beginning to panic.
Your mind ran through the worst possible outcomes of this scenario- what was he planning to do?
âBleedinâ, scratchinâ, begginâ for attention- Tryinâ to sneak up on me, maybe all you need is a good lesson, princessâ He said as the blade moved down your ribs and stomach.Â
Your sore ankle was a constant, feeling on fire and already feeling how the skin and meat there was swelling up. You were trapped.
âSo I repeat myself, we can do this the goodâŠâ He paused for a few seconds, hooking the tip of your blade on your loincloth. âOr bad way. Itâs your punishment, so iâll let yaâ choose, Princessâ
You sucked in a breath. What⊠Was he going to do? You finally felt the unforgiving rush of fear, a feeling you had grown to hate. Because it meant you had no way out.
âEnglishâ He ordered as he saw your mouth open. âGâŠGoodâ You said, your accent harsh in the other language.
The blade retreated, and he smirked.
âAtta girlâ He said, and moved from kneeling to sitting down, his hand leaving your neck in the process. You couldnât run, your ankle prevented you from doing so, besides you had no top to cover your intimacy. You were stuck with him here.
As you sat up, his hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him.
âFigured youâd have a little more biteâ He said with a small laugh. You winced as your ankle burned in pain as you moved towards him, you awkwardly landed on his chest, sitting on your knees with your hand still held by his.
He let out a groan as your bare breasts pressed against his chest.
His hand left your wrist and went down to your tail, tugging on the base, making you growl in warning. Yes, he might have the upper hand, but you still had some pretty sharp canines and it wouldnât be the first time you bite down on someoneâs aorta.
His hand moved along your tail, his fingers tracing the decorations on it, slightly squeezing as he did so, making your cheeks go a light violet tone, making you feel ashamed. This was wrong- you hated him, had you somehow forgotten why you had come here in the first place?
But the moment he grabbed your kuru you went stiff, even your growling stopped abruptly. He brought the end of your long braid towards his face, staring at the pink tendrils softly moving âEverything you are braided up in one place⊠risky design.â He said.
You held a breath in, hands turning to fists.
He looked down at your hands, and smirked. âWell, we canât risk you giving me a purple eye, can we?â
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You groaned as you tried fighting the restraints, to little to no avail.
You didnât give as much fight as you wished you could- the adrenaline had faded to a low energy + tired state, your muscles sore, your ankle swollen and your whole body aching from the prior fall and being manhandled by Quaritch.
But you didnât want this. Or so you tried telling yourself.Â
But it was hard to make him listen to your insults as he held your kuru dangerously close to his. He was yapping about how he had only done it with Varang, first time in torture, the second and other times in much more intimate contexts, only adding to your wounded pride.
You felt your pride twist in your chest, bubbling your insides which were boiling with rage, even as a faint warmth grew in your loincloth. Your tail lashed angrily, and you squirmed against your restraints, holding you still in a sitting position against the muddy floor.
âYou donât get to touch that, sky-manâ You hissed at him, baring your fangs. He might be blue now, but you knew how dangerous his kind was.Â
He smirked and pulled on your braid, making you hiss in pain, your queue straining against your skull.
âOh, really, princess?â He said, letting out a low laugh. âI ainât gonna bite⊠Unless you give me any reasonsâ He added, enjoying your discomfort.
âI always wondered how these damnâ things workâ He said mostly to himself, and brought your queue towards his face, smiling as you squirmed harder.
He slowly poked his tongue out and brought it to the pink tendrils, letting them gently wrap against the wet muscle.
You let out a sharp groan. You couldnât describe the sensation- it was extremely off-putting, as if your whole consciousness was wrapped in his tongue, you could feel its warmth, the wet and sticky saliva, the way it subtly moved. Your eyes closed, your face contorting into pure distress.
âStop it!â You managed to yell- no longer caring for alerting his men. Your legs began trembling, your ears flicked back and the moment he pulled your kuru away from his tongue you let out an awkward whimper- a sound you were pretty sure you had never done before.
It wasnât like Varangâs tsaheylu tortures, this was worse- it was stimulating you.
âMaybe I should bring you to Varang, princess. Let her deal with you.â He said, laughing at your deplorable state, you were sure not even the ash hid the deep blush in your face now.
Gran pecador, gran pecadorâŠ
Vuelve a pecar, vas a pagarla completa
âYouâre gonna pay for thisâ You said, drool running down your lips, looking at him with pure hatred- this was worse than any body injury. He was directly harming your honor, and you were doing your best to ignore how your body was receiving the attack.
âReally?â He said, moving in front of your kneeling form, letting go of your kuru, he kneeled in front of you, now being face to face.
âBecause you seem to be enjoying this as much as meâ He said in a low tone, moving the flap of your loincloth to the side, revealing the wet spot on the underside.
You let out a hiss, your tail lashing once again.
This wasnât looking good.
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â â â â Notes: Hi guys! Long time no see, i hope you've been well. Thank you to everyone who took the time to leave a possitive comment after i announced my small break <3. Who should i write for next? :P
Hey guys! i hope you're all doing good. I've been very absent here, and i'm sorry.
I'm someone who's mentally ill, and i constantly suffer from real bad mood switches, so i often hang onto interests (like Avatar) to distract myself.
I've been going through a really rough patch right now.
My blog had also been having a bit of less movement and the Avatar fandom itself is getting a bit slow so i slowly lost motivation.
I'm happy you enjoyed my fics, but please do not go into my ask box all demanding for a new part, i write completely for free and for the love of art, so i will not force myself or rush.
I will upload them once they're done but please be patient.
â âąâ â° Â After being nothing more than a testing rat for the RDA for years, the Rebellion manages to raid one of their labs, freeing the kidnapped Naâvi and finding you, completely passed out, barely holding onto life. Things take a twist when they take you back to High Camp and you finally wake up- thinking Norm Spellman is your mate.
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5.4k wc / Amnesia, kidnapping, non consensual drugging, implied racism towards Na'vi, angst & a bit of fluff.
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The lab was never quiet. Either it was the distant footsteps of scientists, or the machines beeping every few seconds.
The room was full of samples, delicate glass vials filled with different liquids.
You had been taken in a raid- little was known about your past, and little did the scientists care.
The only important thing here was your genetic material- everything they could sample with their complex machines. You had been sedated, drugs pumped every few minutes to keep you in some sort of comatose state.
Your fingers faintly twitched as you floated inside the tank, a breathing machine in your face, and the liquid around your body slightly bubbling as the machines inside it moved with precision, proding with large needles your vulnerable body.
Once you had worn gorgeous beaded tops and loincloths colored with roots in a way you could get lost just staring at the intricate designs you had dyed onto them. But those days were long gone.Â
You had lost everything, even if you werenât awake to realize it. The scientists had given you a nickname to refer to you as if you were nothing more than a school project.Â
Specimen #1, Recom Viability Trial.
They couldnât care less about searching your true name, even as the soldiers heard it being screamed at by other Naâvi as they took your unconscious body after the fight.
Your clan, your clothes, things as intimate as your songcord were all trashed.
All that was left of you was your naked body floating day and night, being fed by a tube while they used you for resources.
âSedation holding alright?â Said a scientist to another as he checked your pulse on the monitor. Steady as always. Because of budget cuts, they had to change the sedation drugs, giving you a cheaper one that had the risk that if itâs use was interrupted you could regain consciousness, But after being trapped there for so long, it was most probable your brain would be all mushed.
âYup, most weâve gotten is some minor spikes on neural activityâ Answered another one with a lollipop hanging from her lips as she typed the daily advances on a computer.
A distant alarm began blaring- the two scientists freezing for a few seconds. Gunshots began being heard.Â
Their station wasnât in Bridgehead, but instead in the forest- could they have been spotted? But it wasnât Naâvi war cries that could be heard- these were not a random clan attack. It was the Resistance.
For a few minutes they just stared at each other, the lollipop falling to the floor.
The gunshots were clear now, screams both in English and Naâvi could be heard. The security alarms began blasting louder. The monitors had an EMERGENCY: ABORT AND EVACUATE screen on them.
âShitâ Said the male scientist as he ran towards the computer, dismissing the notifications and quickly typing.
âWhat are you doing? We have to evacuate before they get to us!â Said the female scientist, trying to pull the male towards the exit to no avail.
âWe canât lose all our progress! Weâre taking as many samples with us as we canâ He said, and with a final click of his mouse the small glass boxes holding vials unlocked. He grabbed a metallic case and began putting as much as he could inside, his co-worker doing the same as the gunshots slowly got closer.
As they finally finished, there was only one last thing to do.
The computer had the instructions on.
DESTROY SPECIMEN #1
The male scientist looked at his co-worker, and she nodded as she searched for the keys for the helicopter. He gave her the metallic case and unholstered the gun from his belt, made exactly for moments like this.
With a quick movement of his finger, he pulled the trigger. The glass broke and the water quickly moved your body to the floor, landing between the broken shards of glass, red lines appearing on your blue skin.
âMay god forgive meâ He whispered before running away with his co-worker.
You laid there, limp. The breathing machine still beeped, your pulse was weak, but still there. The translucent liquid surrounding you now was all over the floor, your body uncomfortably twisted over the glass shards cutting into your skin.
The breathing machine was still on your face, softly beeping with each soft breath.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Slow drops of the translucent liquid from the tank ran down your body, making your hair and eyelashes wet.
Drop, drop.
They slowly fell down your body, pooling under you. Your tail gave a small flick, then your fingers.Â
You felt as if you were being born. Colors danced beneath your eyelids, each part of you felt at least ten times heavier, and you slowly began waking up from your years-long slumber.
You could feel the blood being pumped by your heart move through your veins along with tickles on the tip of your fingers and toes, but even then, you couldnât move or do anything. It was as if there was a heavy blanket over you, lulling you back to your long sleep.
The needle which pumped the drug continued oozing the amber liquid onto the floor, hanging from the tank.
The floor vibrated as footsteps approached.
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Smoke made everything hard to see, some fuses had been shot, its cables burning and filling everything with a thick layer of smoke and the smell of burnt plastic.
The once clean halls of the small laboratory were now stained with blood and bullets on its walls.Â
How did the Resistance reach it? They had been kidnapping Naâvi. From different clans, sometimes they sent soldiers to go and kill everything that resisted, other times theyâd use more quiet methods, drugging and kidnapping Naâviâs with the bad luck of being alone with no one near to help.
They were specific. Only Naâviâs in their early 20s, blue-skin only, no teal. There was a few exceptions, but not many.
Many clans had gathered to discuss. Hunters began going missing, gatherers disappearing during their usual activities, banished in thin air. The smell of gun powder became present in other parts, leaving bloodshed behind.
Jake wasnât stupid, he could realize this was the RDA planning something. âTheyâre selecting themâ He said- the all mighty Toruk Makto feeling the weight of somehow finding a solution to this problem.Â
Thankfully his kids were too young to fit in the criteria, but that didnât ease him- everyone was looking at him, waiting for a plan. He used to be a soldier, he had the advantage of having been with the enemy once, he knew how they thought.
And here it was, the proof of what he had suspected at first.
A lab hidden in the forest, its walls painted and camouflaged to not be spotted.Â
Norm moved through the halls in his Avatar body, one hand pressing a face mask against his face, the small machine softly emitting sound as he breathed in and out, looking for more survivors.
Two avatar fighters moved in front of him, rifles in hand just in case another RDA soldier popped out of nowhere. They had cleared three rooms already- Two of them had different supplies which would help the Resistance, guns, canned food, ammo, and some more useful things.
The third was a long hallway with cells, some were empty, others had Naâvi on them, some recently taken, others had been here for more.Â
As the Avatars helped the last few outside, taking turns with the face masks- one stopped, grabbing onto Normâs shirt.
At first Norm couldnât understand him, as the poor Naâviâs voice was rough and couldnât stop coughing. But then Norm understood it. âThereâs⊠Another oneâ The Naâvi said in a rough voice.
âAnother one?â Norm asked, raising an eyebrow. The Naâvi nodded âThey kept her separate from usâ he said.
They reached the exit, and Norm helped the Naâvi onto the floor to sit with the other rescued people.
Max approached Norm, looking up at his friend and coworker.
âYouâre not gonna like thisâ He started. Maxâs clothes were dirty from all the prior fuss as they fought against the soldiers, one of his sleeves torn where a bullet had grazed him.
âIt seems they were experimenting with the prisonersâ Max began- explaining what he had seen inside, not much because of the smoke they couldnât enter all rooms, and before running away the scientists had deleted most of the information from the computers.
Norm nodded. âI saw the equipment, like Jake said, it sounds like they were trying to get something specific from the Naâvi.â He said
âNot just sampling- Neural scans, long-term sedation protocols, blood samples, and moreâ Max added, fixing his breathing mask.
Jake came into view. Norm remembered what the Naâvi had told him- about another prisoner being still inside.
âThatâs all of them?â Jake asked Norm, who shook his head. âThereâs another one apparentlyâ He answered.
âLetâs hope that aliveâ Max added. âLetâs go thenâ He said before entering back the ruined laboratory, Norm and Max following as the other Avatar and humans of the Resistance helped the rescued Naâvi onto the helicopters.
The smoke was somehow thicker now, the stench of burnt metal stinging the nose of Norm and Jake, the face masks soothing it lightly, while Maxâs full face mask prevented him from smelling.
Eventually Norm got ahead, Jake following with his rifle in hand, just in case,
There it was, the last room. Liquid oozed from the slightly ajar door, making the menâs boots and feet wet.
âWatch the groundâ Jake said as Norm entered first, seeing the broken shards of glass on the floor from behind. The smoke made it hard to see, the red alarm blasting making it harder.
Norm squinted his eyes, but managed to make out a silhouette. âThereâ He said, walking closer, his boots cracking the pieces of glass. Jake stood by the entrance, since being barefoot didnât let him get any closer.
You were still on the floor, body sprawled, looking almost dead, if it wasnât for your tail giving small flicks.
Norm wasted no time in lifting you into his arms, the smoke barely letting him see who he was holding.
As they once again exited the laboratory, Norm carefully put you on the floor, one of the Avatars quickly approaching with a blanket to cover your intimacy.
Max grabbed a first aid kit to see your signals and clean the injuries from the fall and glass shards. Jake kneeled next to your form, frowning as he recognized you, his hand going to bump Normâs shoulder- they both recognized you.
âHold onâ Jake said as his hand went to your chin, moving your face lightly. Yeah, it was you.
It also clicked on Normâs head. âWait- i know herâ He said, Jake muttering a âMe tooâ, his fingers going from your chin to your neck, checking your pulse. Good, you were holding onto life.
âYeah⊠yeah, sheâs- crap, what was her name..â Norm frowned- âA warrior⊠from another clan, the one that trades with the Omatikaya constantlyâ Jake added. They both had seen you- heard of your disappearance a year or so ago.
âShe trained with us a few seasons.â Jake muttered. So this is where you had been all this time- you were probably one of the first to be kidnapped.
Max approached with a small flashlight in hand, opening one of your eyelids with his fingers. He pointed the light straight to your pupil, the pupil barely reacted, making Max frown. âThatâs not goodâ He said.
âSheâs doped. Sedated, heavilyâ Max elaborated, letting Jake see how dilated the pupil was.
âWhat else?â Jake asked. âHard to say without proper equipmentâ Max answered with a sigh. The other warriors called for them. It was time to part back to High Camp, as any minute the RDA could send backups.
So they lifted you up, and took you to one of the helicopters, back to the High Camp where they could properly contact your clan and send you back home.
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
The beeping of machines seemed to follow you everywhere.
Max had you on a stretcher inside the lab at the camp, sitting next to your still unconscious self as he wrote down in his notebook.
Loâak and Spider were nearby with Kiri, next to Graceâs Avatar, muttering about something.
Norm entered, still on his Avatar, he just came back from talking with Jake.Â
Your mouth felt dry, your tongue almost too big for your mouth, your tail was uncomfortably twisted under your body, the stretcher too cold, making goosebumps grow on your skin.
Your eyes barely opened, struggling to continue the effort it took to do so.
You only saw blurry shapes around you at first, nothing made sense- your head felt too heavy to even move, and every time you tried looking around you felt dizzy, as if you had run for an hour in circles. A faint noise left your throat, making Max look up from his notebook.
âNorm- sheâs waking upâ Said the human as he stood up, checking on your vitals.
You began panicking. Who was this person speaking? Why were you wearing such weird clothes? The material felt odd against your skin- you couldnât remember anything, your mind feeling like a sea, and you were currently drowning in its expanse.
Your breathing became labored, and you tried to move, barely moving your arm- it felt wrong, too heavy. It took everything just to lift your shoulders a few centimeters before falling back down, your tail moving under you and anxiously flicking, knocking things down.
âEasy there-â Said the human next to you. Who was this stranger? Too much white, too much sky-people technology. You slowly regained your control as you finally snapped your eyes open, seeing nothing but human technology.Â
Your vision was still slightly blurry, but you saw someone approaching. You felt a tug in your heart- the sensation of knowing this person. The way his stripes looked familiar, his hair not in the usual Naâvi braids, but instead straight seemed⊠So close to a memory.
âNâŠ.NmâŠâ You tried speaking- you needed him, you werenât sure how, as if he was the only piece of land in the sea that your mind was right now. You sucked in a big breath and used all your strength to push yourself up, feeling the world around you twist and turn as you managed to do so, completely ignoring the sky-person next to you speaking hurriedly.
You slipped one leg around the edge, then the other. You still felt so, so dizzy.Â
âWait!â Said the human, to which you hissed at, your ears going back as you bared your fangs at him.
But you quickly realized why he had tried to stop you, as the moment you tried standing up your legs gave out, and before you realized you were going down.
But before you hit it, Norm was quick to move and grab you, your face falling on his chest.
His hands hooked under yours, grabbing onto your torso, your own hands desperately grabbing onto him- your face pressed against his upper torso, hands twisting the fabric of his shirt, your whole body was trembling in half fear and half weakness.
Norm looked at Max confused. Yeah, you two had met before, but never interacted in a way that would explain this desperate attempt to get to him.
Max merely shrugged.
Your face moved slightly, looking up at Norm. âHey, itâs okay, youâre safeâ
âNâŠNormâ You finally said, your throat dry and sore from so much time without uttering a single word.
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This would be hard to explain to Mutxuk. They werenât mated, but it was clear to everyone Norm wanted to court her.
But what could he say? How could he explain this situation? You were a respected warrior in your clan, from what he heard one of the very best, but here you were, reduced to a shell of what you once were.
âConfabulationâ Max said- intentionally speaking in english as you didnât understand it. You sat next to Norm, playing with his hands.
They had been trying to diagnose you for a few days now, but you were extremely distrustful to anyone who wasnât Norm, and on top of that you barely talked.
âConfabulation. Like when the brain fills in the gaps with fake memories?â Norm asked, his shoulders tensing as your tail wrapped around his ankle as if it belonged there.
Your body had multiple stitches from the glass injuries, but your eyes held a warmth whenever they looked up at Norm.
Your fingers the fifth finger in his hand almost lovingly, your body pressed to his side as he spoke to Max.
â'Upe's going sĂŹn ma yawne? [Whatâs going on my beloved?]â You asked, mixing some loose words you seemed to remember in English with your native Naâvi. Your voice sounded raspy, and you clearly struggled to speak.
âKe'u⊠Syor [Nothing⊠Relax]â Norm said with a faked sweet tone, giving your hand a pat with his free hand.Â
âHer brainâs filling the gaps with something that makes sense emotionallyâ Max added as he rummaged through the files he had been writing about your situation.
Footsteps approached, and you instantly tensed. âWho do you think knocked her up?â Said a male voice, Loâak.
âI think it was Norm, think of it, two Avatars, all alone in the woods- Ow!â Added the same voice, and a slap sound interrupted him. Then Loâak and Spider came into view, walking side by side, Kiri behind them.
âHowâs it going with the nutcase?â Loâak said, letting out an Ouch! As Kiri pinched his arm.
Norm let out a sigh. âSheâs not a nutcase, Loâak, sheâsâŠâ Not even he could find a word that could explain this situation. At his lack of words Loâak nudged Spider with a laugh.
Kiri rolled her eyes as she stepped closer.
Your ears went back and your tail began lashing from side to side, letting out a low hiss, pressing harder against Norm.
âPefya lu ngaru tĂŹ'efu? [How are you feeling?]â Kiri asked you, giving you a sympathetic smile, which took you by surprise.
You couldnât explain why, but it felt⊠Comforting, to be near her. You simply nodded, looking at the side ashamed of your prior hostility.
âSheâs still disorientedâ Norm explained. Spider leaned a bit, trying to see you better. It was so odd to see a Naâvi in clinical gowns.
You frowned- you didnât understand them whenever they spoke in english.Â
âM⊠Ma⊠Yawne⊠oeyktĂŹng [MâŠMy⊠Beloved⊠Explain]â you said, tugging at his shirt. Your grip on him was soft, gentle, your eyes almost shined like glitter looking up at him.
Norm cringed at the words- but didnât show it. Kiri stared at you, then at Norm- Spider raised his eyebrows as well as Loâak. âNo shitâ Spider said.
Loâak grinned. âYeah dude, she definitely thinks you're her mateâ He said.
âItâs the confabulation. Not weird with these kinds of memory issues.â Max explained as he grabbed a specific folder, opening it and going through the pages. âSo she just⊠picked him?â Spider asked.
âWell, he was the first stable figure she saw when she woke up, familiar race plus non threatening behaviorâ Max explained further. âBesides she already knew him prior to the incident, so itâs her brain doing itâs best to reconstruct whatâs missing in her headâÂ
Nom stared at Max, all the while Mutxuk was on his head.
He needed to report the whole situation to Jake. Maybe heâd know what to do.
After you fell asleep, Norm went towards Jakeâs Kelku- the walk across the high camp feeling weirder. Lately Norm hadnât left the lab, as he was afraid other Naâvi would feel your scent all over him.
It didnât matter how much he thought of other things, Mutxuk was a constant in his head. She probably realized by now how distant he had been- and he had no words to explain this situation.
He arrived at Jake's kelku with a sour taste in his mouth. Jake was cleaning his rifle, Neytiri behind him fixing his dreadlocks.
Jake stared at Norm, trying to put on a serious face, but Norm noticed the faint smirk on his face. âWhat?â Norm asked, noticing how even Neytiri seemed to already know of the whole ordeal.
âLoâak told me about the situationâ Jake said, raising an eyebrow. âSeems you got yourself in a situationâ Jake added. He let the rifle over his knees as he leaned into Neytiriâs hands on his hair.
âSheâs confusedâ Norm said, getting slightly defensive, not enjoying Jakeâs teasing. Jake only nodded- âSheâs traumatizedâ Norm added.
âDoes that include her wrapping her tail on your leg?â Jake said with a grin. Normâs ears flattened in embarrassment. âI was trying to keep her calmâ Norm tried explaining, when in reality there was little to explain, the situation spoke for itself.
âSure looked calm when she was calling you ma yawne.â Normâs tail freezed in the air as Jake said that, his face becoming a deep violet shade. âDude, come on, cut me some slackâ Norm said, running a hand over his face, letting out a sigh.
Jake motioned for Norm to sit, Jakeâs grin softly fading into a more serious face as Norm sat down. âAlright, jokes asideâŠâ He began.
âItâs not your fault sheâs all over you man, but it is your responsibility to be honest, with her, with yourself.â Neytiri silently nodded behind Jake, her fingers twisting his dreadlocks with patience.
âIâm not lying to her, I'm just-â Norm began, only to be interrupted by Jake. âI donât mean words. You canât let her build a life in her head that ainât real- what will happen if she regains her memories? What will happen with Mutxuk?â Jake said, his tone far more serious than his teasing tone before.
Norm swallowed, staring at Jake.
âShe trusts you- right now that trust is probably the only thing keeping her steady. So⊠Stay close, help her. But set boundaries.â Jake explained, Norm nodded.
âAnd what do I tell Mutxuk?â Norm asked. âIf she hears it from someone else itâll be worse. So be honest with her.â Jake answered.
Norm muttered a curse under his breath- he was royally fucked. You werenât ugly- at all, but his heart was torn between protecting this illusion for your sake and being honest to Mutxuk. Whatever he chose, heâd make someone upset.
âYou got a good heart, Norm. Thatâs why she picked you- now go get some restâ And with that, Norm thanked Jake and got up, going back to the lab, hopefully you wouldnât recognize him in his human form, and he could take some days to think about this whole thing.
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Well, he thought wrong.Â
The moment you saw him in his human self, you curiously followed him- of course, you recognized his scent, but⊠You hadnât connected the dots that he was an Avatar. Still, that didnât stop you from slowly approaching him and being behind him all day.
Things got worse as you began heading out of the lab, interacting with other Naâvi and people and carelessly saying you were Normâs mate- not understanding why some people gave you the side eye, as you were completely unaware of Mutxukâs existence.
Then you got more bold. The size difference played quite the image as Norm barely reached your ribs, and still youâd be all over him, thankfully you waited to be alone in the lab to begin your little shows of affection.
At first it was standing next to him, tail playfully flicking his behind as youâd then laugh as heâd tell you you couldnât do that and get flustered.
Like a cat, youâd always pay attention to his weaker moments, whenever he took a nap or something youâd always be near, making sure he was safe.Â
Of course, you couldnât live in the lab, so you were assigned a Kelku, but you barely spent any time there, in fact, getting upset at the fact Norm was âmoving you outâ from the lab, and he shared sleeping quarters with other Avatars, so you barely had any more intimate moments.
Intimate moments Norm was sure he didnât want- itâd make everything too real, and like Jake said, he couldnât continue feeding onto this delusion you had.
But meat is weak, and thereâs little to hold on to when you tempt him so badly, calling him sweet nicknames and giving him teasing shy touches, whether he was in his Avatar or not.
Right now, he had decided to bring you back to your clan- of course, you were confused, why was he leading you to the helicopter? But Norm had to do so before things escalated, maybe there youâd recover your memories.
He didnât tell you where he was taking you- just told you he needed to take you somewhere special, which eased your mind, and gave you many ideas. Was he finally ready to form tsaheylu? You were already mated, but your mind was so foggy you couldnât remember how it must have felt the first time, and in the name of Eywa, were you excited to try it again.
So with the few friends you had at High camp, you made sure to make a gorgeous top, using everything you had and that was given to you to make it as appealing as possible. Then your loincloth- it was short, dyed with roots to imitate Normâs human hair color, and with small beads in the strings in the sides, inviting for your mate to untie it.
Norm noticed the change in your clothes as you two got on the helicopter, the fact you didnât let anyone else go with you two being a dead giveaway as well.
He had gone back to his human self, as it was the only way to pilot the helicopter, which you hadn't thought about- humans werenât able to Tsaheylu, but hey, youâd make it work- even if it was just a kiss, itâd be enough for you.
It didnât take a genius to understand what you thought this was. Norm focused on the controls as the wind made your loincloth move dangerously, showing the underlayer pressed against your genitals.
He felt his stomach twist, already preparing himself for your heartbreak the moment youâd realize you werenât going to what you thought.
You were sitting behind the pilot seat, occasionally moving to see down below, pointing out stuff to Norm with such a loving tone it only made him feel more anxious. The way you looked at him, even if he couldnât see it, he was able to feel it. With devotion.
The flight was quiet other than your occasional comment and the overall sounds of the helicopter.
He set the helicopter down before reaching your clan, as a human arriving in a helicopter wouldnât do anything in his favor.
The engine powered down and you carefully climbed off the helicopter. You smiled as you saw the vibrant flora- after being so long in the High Camp surrounded by nothing but stone, you finally had the feeling of grass under your feet.
Norm stayed on his seat for a few minutes, his hands getting clammy. By the moment he made up his mind to be honest, he got off the helicopter, and met your bright eyes as you waited for him, your cheeks slightly violet in anticipation, your tail moving side to side softly in excitement.
As he stood next to you, he made his mind- he was going to be honest.Â
âOkay, listen-â He was interrupted as you kneeled in front of him, now being face to face.
âYou bring me somewhere quiet- somewhere privateâ You began, a smile on your face, your hands settling on his shoulders, one hand going up to his face and caressing it.
You pressed your forehead against his. âSo we can be⊠Closeâ You added in almost a whisper, closing your eyes.
It was too much for him. âNo, please- its⊠Thatâs not why weâre hereâ Your eyes opened and you moved back, looking at him with a weird expression- completely thrown off guard.
âWhat?â You finally said, your accent thick on the English you had learned in this time.
He looked at your eyes, and his shoulders tensed as you retreated your hands. âIâm taking you back to your clanâ
You were slightly aware of your condition- but they hadnât told you much, only that you had been in a terrible accident that had affected your memories- you hadnât bothered asking more, trusting that theyâd take care of you. Not send you away like one would do to a pest.
Your ears flattened, your tail went still. â...Noâ You said.
Norm exhaled, not sure if he should step back. âYou belong with your clan⊠They can help you remember- help you get better.â
âI donât need that- i⊠I have you, itâs all I needâ You said, your eyes getting wet.
âYouâre confusedâ Norm said. Your tail began moving again in a frantic rhythm, your hairless eyebrows furrowing.
Your hands grabbed his shirt, your much bigger hands twisting the fabric under your fingers. âI am not confused. Youâre my mate- you cannot send me awayâ
He didnât say anything, just stared at you, almost as if saying sorry with his mind.
You put two and two together, the lack of touches, the fact that he always seemed to try to be busy so as to not have free time with you.
âYou lieâ You said, your hands tightening on his shirt, not letting him step back.
âIâm⊠You just- your memory is messed up, youâre mixing things together.â He tried explaining, only worsening the now open injury in your heart.
But then you realized. His words lied, but you knew, deep down, he felt the same. Those times where youâd curl on him on the really small human lab beds, how unconsciously heâd press his head against you deep in his sleep, your tail curled against his leg. How whenever you touched him you felt a change in his scent.
You had to show him you knew it- that together, it didnât matter what happened, as long as you were together.
Mates or not, you were in love with him. He took care of you, aided you when you mostly needed it.
Your hands left his shirt and moved to his shoulders, this time softly grabbing them.
âI know how you feelâ You said softly, a tear running down your cheek.
âThat doesnât mea-â He tried saying, but you were quick to interrupt.
âI know your scentâ You began.
âI knowâ He said, unable to look into your eyes.
âI know your voiceâ
âI knowâ
âI know⊠You are mineâ You said, moving your face in front of his, your hands going down his shoulders to his arms.
Norm felt a shiver run down his spine. âYou canât decide that right now, youâre not thinking clearly.â He said.
But you simply moved your hand to his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat.
âI see youâ You said softly, letting him savor the words in the air.
He finally looked at your eyes, and you moved closer, pressing your lips against his. Even if your different anatomies made it weird, you enjoyed the feeling of his human lips against your Naâvi ones.
As you broke the kiss, he spoke once again.
âThis isnât right- You donât understand what youâre asking.â Norm insisted, his smaller human hands grabbing onto your wrists, not pushing away, just⊠Touching.
âThen explain.â You said- he opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He could feel your pulse under his fingers now, how warm your skin was. âI canâtâ He insisted once again.
Why couldnât he?
Because it would be a lie.
Because somewhere out there was a life you couldnât remember.
Because Mutxuk existed.
It was too much to risk. All the years it took him to be accepted by the Naâvi, then all it took you was waking up to choose him, Avatar or human, it didnât matter.
âYou donât remember who you were before.â He said, taking in your facial features.
âMaybe this is who i amâ You answered, not willing to give up.
âThatâs not how memory works, you have a conditio-â He tried saying, only to be interrupted by your face moving close to his, lips just a breath away.
âIt is how the heart works.â You finally said, it was the truth.Â
When you woke up, youâd look for him.
When you slept, you searched for Normâs warmth.
When youâre afraid, you need him.
And when he leaves, it hurts.
âI already chose youâ You added. This was it.
It was up to him now to choose.
NOTES:
Guys there's like zero HD pictures of Norm... So i had to put on my pirate eyepatch and go to sketchy websites to go see if i could find the movie HQ to take screenshots but had zero luck... Anyways i have so much fics to finish omg i really hope i can get back to being as active as before!
ALSO i almost added a smut scene between human Norm and reader, but i wasn't sure if it was too freaky so i ended up deleting what i had </3 lmk if you'd like that sort of action (human male on naâvi reader) so i can know if i should add it in the future đ„č
congrats on your 100 followers!! Is it okay if I request the angst prompt âYouâre dating them? Them??â Due to lyle wainfleet learning that youâre dating mansk (or any recom) , thank you soso much!!
Drabble, angst, i changed Mansk for Z-dog, toxic relationships, gn reader.
If there was one thing you didnât have the patience for, it was men who didnât know what they wanted.
So of course, when Zdinarsik appeared, all confidence and appeal, you were quick to fall for her. She wasnât the lovey dovey type- no, she was more of drinking a row of beers and then showing off to everyone how she could lift you up.
Sheâd walk with one hand always touching you, proud to make everyone know you were with her.
Something you had never experienced with Lyle. With him things were on the down low, always hiding, pretending nothing happened between you two.
So of course, you lost your patience, fuck him. You tried to open up to him, you bared yourself for him, and in exchange you were only seen as a mere sexual object.
So of course, when Zdinarsik had gone on a mission without you, you were surprised to see him entering your room without even knocking or something- well, you already knew him, so it was really not a surprise.
You were wearing Z-Dogâs shirt, nothing underneath. Her name was embroidered on the shirt in standard RDA font, and you felt slightly proud. Let him see it.
âYouâre fucking kidding me, right?â He said. It seems the news of you and Zdinarsik arrived to him.
Well, you never officially broke up what you had- because it wasnât anything. All the times you tried showing him what you wanted you were cut off. So you didnât bother personally letting him know.
The letters on the shirt were clean, easily recognizable, unlike whatever you and Lyle used to have.
You were sitting on the edge of your bed, your bare legs facing Lyle. âYouâre dating Z-Dog? Seriously?â He said as he fully stepped inside, his muscles flexing under the tension in his shoulders.
His voice sounded in a way not even he seemed to believe it.
But it was too late. He wasnât worth the trouble.
 âčâË⧠ Being Quaritchâs daughter made you grow up with very complex feelings about him- Youâve always dedicated your life to the RDA, but Spider helps you see another way. After the war with the Metkayina, youâre about to die, but Eywa has a plan, and as Spider leaves Quaritch behind he finds your almost-gone body floating. After convincing the Sullyâs, they allow you to stay with them and heal you. To your disdain, it seems you have to share room- err, Marui, with another person who is also badly injured. Thankfully it seems the oldest of the Sullyâs kids has quite the patience, even for curious humans.
You were never allowed to have dolls, and the few times some RDA worker felt pity and gave you anything resembling a toy, itâd be thrown in the trash by any superior.
He had died before you were around 7. You barely remembered him, after all, he never really paid any attention to you other than making sure you were well behaved.
Not daddy, not papa, just father, or Quaritch.
There was no sentimental bond- you grew up practically alone, being taught how to hold a gun before you even knew how periods worked.
You were a soldier first, a kid later.
You had a brother, but you knew nothing about him. For all you knew he had died in the hands of blue savages.
You were chasing a ghost, it seemed. Literally. You had heard a few stories. Killed by Jake Sullyâs mate, his corpse lost in action- you never really mourned or anything as you grew up.
You would have liked to meet your mother. In the pictures she seemed nice- the only picture you had was of her with baby Miles in her arms. You had no pictures of your father, except for a replica of his dog tags you had been given when it was confirmed he was dead. A small gift from an RDA worker.
The RDA didnât send you to earth- as you were fully aware of the Recombinate Program a few years after he died. You began helping here and there, mostly learning so that once the project was finished youâd be able to ease the transition of being brought back to life for Quaritch.
You didnât really care- here you had a room, a warm bed and three meals a day, good enough for you.
But things got harder once the program was successfully finished.
You saw as the Recombinates woke up one by one, and then it was Quaritchâs time. Would he recognize you? You were a full grown adult now, not that little girl that always silently waited for him.
You didnât care, you just did this for the RDA. You told yourself that.
Everyone seemed excited about this, the scientists excitedly talking about how the first ones to wake up were a total success. There was only one left- you stood against the wall, the furthest away as humanly possible within the same room. You didnât care, you repeated to yourself.
You no longer looked like him. You felt a weird pang in your chest, seeing the other Recombinates get ready for him, you could only recognize Lyle, as he was still bald- which was a little funny.
The small laugh that vibrated in your throat died as soon as you saw Lyle go towards Quaritchâs stretcher, making everyone shut up as the figure in it stirred awake.
You almost felt like you were about to puke, as if you were about to have a test.
You couldnât do this. No.
You turned on your heel, and walked towards the exit- the unfamiliar feeling of tears accumulating in your eyes making you feel humiliated. You didnât even turn back once you heard commotion behind, you needed to get out of there before anyone saw you crying like a baby.
The corridor outside the lab was cold, the air-conditioning softly buzzing. Your steps hurried, your eyesight turning blurry with tears and an unfamiliar pain in your chest.
Hate. You hated this feeling, the way your hands began shaking, how you almost felt scared heâd look down on you as if you were a kid again, how your hands once raised for a hug and he merely turned around and ignored you.
You hated him.
Why were you so affected? You managed to get this far alone, you didnât need to go greet him. Why did you even go there?
âGet it togetherâ You whispered to yourself as you arrived at your room, closing the door behind you and taking a deep breath.
You moved towards the small bathroom, and splashed cold water at your face.
Thereâs no space in the RDA for weakness.
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Next morning, you had General Ardmore up your ass because yesterday you ditched your chores. So today you had to do extra work- just great.
Your first task was to go update the Recoms with what had been happening these 15 years that they had been⊠âSleepingâ... To put it lightly.
You walked the corridors of the facility, a folder full of papers in your arms, your military uniform suddenly feeling too uncomfortable, hot, itchy, tight- you were trying to make up some sort of excuse for some time. But youâd only delay what was meant to happen. See him.
You stopped in front of the panel door, hearing a few voices inside already.
You cleared your throat before opening it and entering, seeing the whole team there, your hands tightening around the folder as your eyes fixed on him.
It barely resembled your father. Blue, tall and uncanny- too young. You must have been a few seconds staring before his eyes met yours and he raised an eyebrow.
âDo I have something in my face, soldier?â He said with that stern tone of his, the one that showed how superior he was.
You felt a few of the other recoms snicker and your face heated up with embarrassment.Â
âNo sir.â You quickly answered before moving to the front of the room, hinting that you wanted to continue with your work. âI was assigned to provide a situational update regarding the elapsed fifteen yearsâ You added, putting the folder in the podium in front of you, and getting a few papers out of it.
âCurrent operations prioritize security and finding and destroying The Resistance group, led by Jake Sully. Taking him down would be a big hit to the-â You began, but were interrupted by Quaritch.
âWe already know that soldier. Whatâs your name?â He said as he stood up, making you awkwardly move your face up to see him.
You awkwardly spoke. âCorporal Y/N Quaritch, sirâ You heard a no fucking way from the back of the room. Of course, the last time they had seen you was before that war⊠Just as they were about to head out, you had gone to give your father a small drawing you did. For good luck, you said in your squeaky child voice, you were only seven, and way different than how you looked now.
Your father didnât react. Instead stared down at you- making you feel tiny. But it wasnât like before- it was as if he was searching for something familiar in what he was seeing now.
He repeated your name, saying it slowly in a way it was as if the lack of saying it made him feel odd wording it.Â
After a few uncomfortable seconds he stared at your eyes. âI take it itâs not a funny coincidenceâ He said. As much as you wanted to look at the side, you looked back at him.
âNo sirâ You repeated.
âYou sayinâ youâre related to me, corporal?â He said, his tail moving behind him.
He must be fucking with you. It only made you feel more humiliated, had his memories been tampered with or something, and now he didnât remember you? You felt your face heat up in embarrassment even worse than before. You felt again like that girl who was constantly ignored.
You nodded again, now fully incapable of staring at him. You looked down at your boots- you felt that pang once again.Â
â... I don't recall thatâ He said. You had done a fool of yourself- you wanted nothing but the floor to open up and swallow you whole. You heard some mumbling from the back of the room.
After a few horrible, gut destroying seconds- you were lifted up into the air by two strong hands, your eyes widening.
Before you could even react you were pulled into an embrace, your body stiff as he hugged you, then put you down and ruffled your hair. Your face still in shock. You heard laughs come from the recoms behind.
âYou should have seen your face, Squirtâ He said low only for you to hear as he patted your shoulder. You cringed at the mention of the old nickname he had for you.
âAlright, corporal, weâre all ears now. Tell us what that bastard Sully has been up toâ He said loud enough for all to hear as he moved back to sit down.
You cleared your throat as you fixed the papers on the podium, trying to clear your head. You were a soldier- and a small show of affection shouldnât affect you.
But even then, your hands were lightly shaking.
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You had a love-hate relationship with Pandora. You couldnât lie.
It was breathtaking. You always moved within Bridgehead, never went outside. But ever since Quaritch and his squad got brought back to life, you began training outside- trying to catch up to the much advanced state of the Recoms.
You had no idea why you were there. I mean, having a human would only slow them down. But Quaritch insisted you had to go with them.
You didnât remember much of before he died, but what little you remembered he never seemed too excited to have you near him, constantly getting some subordinate to take care of you through the day.
But by the way Ardmore had put it, he was your boss now- so you just stuck with it.
You began going out on days-long expeditions trying to track the Sullyâs. Youâd trip, run slower, get tired faster, Quaritch never slowed down for you. You could see the annoyed look on some of the Recoms faces whenever you were too slow.Â
But that only made you want to get better.
You began.. Growing some kind of bond with your father. It was as if this second chance made him actually see you.
In one of these long expeditions you found a Viperwolf, all by itself- something unlikely to happen. Quaritch told you to kill it, for no real reason- just do it. You settled your rifle.
Your bullet went right through its eye.
You allowed yourself to smile as Quaritch patted your back.
âThrough the damn eyeâ Said Lyle as he nudged the beastâs head with his boot after he gave it another shot to kill it.
âGood shot, squirtâ He said before moving towards the dead beast.
You felt the ghost of his hand on your back, and a small warm feeling ran through your spine. The corners of your lips faintly moving into a smile.
You were finally feeling acknowledged. They all formed a circle to see where you should head next- but you stood staring at the dead Viperwolf.
Replaying it.
Good shot, squirt
Squirt.
The nickname he gave you when you were barely old enough to stand by yourself. Heâd usually use it whenever you were misbehaving- when youâd try to follow him into important conferences, when he caught you once playing with his hand gun. It was always âQuit it squirt- move asideâ Now it meant you had done something right. You had been seen, and congratulated.
A small pat on the back almost felt enough to forgive him for all these years of leaving you alone.
You felt something being shoved into your hands, making you snap back to reality. Quaritch was standing in front of you, a protein bar in your hands, Recom sized, which made it look ridiculously big in your human hands.
He didnât say anything, merely nodded once you grabbed and turned back to the other recoms.
And from there, he slowly changed, you realized. It was barely noticeable- just including you. But it was more than enough for the little girl inside you, the one who never managed to see this side of Quaritch.
You began understanding him.
All those years ago youâd spend hours outside his conference rooms waiting for him to get out and finally notice you.
Now heâd pass you a map and would say âPoint the fastest route, squirtâ And youâd do it.
Back then youâd show him drawings done in crayons only for him to walk past you.
Now during training heâd go and help your posture with whatever gun you were using, giving you tips & tricks to get the best aim or to not get hit with recoil too hard.
It wasnât affection- you knew better than to expect that from him. But it was better than the limbo you had felt trapped in all these years.
You werenât waiting anymore to be noticed. Because he already saw you.
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You moved through the forests of Pandora. Quiet, armed and alert.
You didnât recognize this part. But the other recoms seemed to recognize it. Z-dog entered what seemed to be an old RDA ruin, while Quaritch approached a fallen Combat Exo, covered by vines and dust on the floor. You silently followed him, alert for any noises- you werenât too fond of Naâvis, and you knew for a fact they werenât too fond of humans either.
From afar, Spider and Loâak watched curiously.
âBro⊠This is the place where your dad and mine foughtâ Spider said to Loâak- but then his eyes saw you. There was⊠Something curious, like a weird recognition he saw in your eyes, seeing you go next to the tallest guy there, your mouth saying something he didnât get to hear.
Spiderâs brows furrowed, the sensation feeling like a weird knot forming on his chest.
âThatâs your dadâs actual suitâ Loâak murmured, unaware of the tension in Spiderâs shoulders.
Spider stared at the⊠Avatars? They werenât Naâvi, judging by their perfect English and clothes, and the guns were a death-giveaway of their side here.Â
You stepped closer to Quaritch, and saw his name in the metal, a chill running up your spine. The skeleton staring back at you said enough, and you decided youâd better stay quiet for now.
âLyle, see if you can pull some data out that⊠dash camâ Your father said as he straightened his posture, and you began snooping around as well.
Deciding they had seen enough, Loâak told Spider that heâd contact Jake, and they retreated, quietly as to not be heard or seen.
But little did they know, they had already been too loud.
As they were escaping, one of the recoms popped out of nowhere, grabbing Tuk- the siblings quickly getting into position as they were surrounded by these strange Avatars.
Realizing they had no chance against the weapons held by these people, Loâak had to drop his bow, and command his siblings to also lower their weapons. They were quickly immobilized by the attackers.
You watched from a few feet of distance, slowly walking towards the captives, your eyes focused on the human within them.
 For all you knew he had died in the hands of blue savages.
Your own past thoughts came back to your head as you moved, your gun pointing down, your eyebrows furrowing.
He looked at you, and hissed. Just like a savage. But you saw the recognition in his eyes as well.
He looked⊠Different, so much different. From a small baby running around to a full grown man, his once short blonde hair now matted in dreads, and even though the mask reflected the sun, you could still make the shape of his face. The face of your brother.
Alive. Blue strips painting him from head to toe, marking him as a blue monkey. You almost felt offended.
You completely ignored Lyle and Quaritch talking about fingers or whatever- your mind still in shock of the discovery- which Quaritch was too busy checking hands to realize that his own damn son was there, playing pretend.
It wasnât until he pulled out a knife that you snapped out of it, pointing your gun at the Naâvi with eyebrows as Quaritch threw him to the floor. He screamt out for his sister as Quaritch moved.
Thatâs funny, thatâs why they were so focused on him, he was Jake Sullyâs son. And staring at the other girl she seemed to be half human as well, human facial features and all, too uncanny for your liking.
The human screamt for Quaritch to not touch her- finally making him notice him.
âWhatâs your name kid?â He asked in a wary tone.
The human stared at him, then at you, still squirming under the grasp of the recom. âSpider⊠Socorroâ
You had to force yourself to stay quiet and focused- to not show any of the surprise you felt on your face.
Quaritch motioned for the recom to let go of Miles, your face frowning at this confusing turn of events. He kneeled to be face to face with your⊠brother.
âMiles?â He said. You couldnât see your fatherâs face, but you could hear it in his tone that there wasnât any hostility like just a few seconds before.
Miles stared at Quaritch for a few seconds, his body tense. âNobody calls me that anymoreâ He said, with clear disgust.
âWell, I'll be damned. You have grown a lotâÂ
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Well, it could have gone worse, you thought.
You had been reached by one of Jake Sullyâs mate arrows. Neytiri, her name was from the files you found. Your thigh had been the affected body part, the arrow going through it, leaving a bit of a nasty wound.
It seems that the rain had cleansed the poison from the arrows, as from what Quaritch told you she had a knack for poisoning them- otherwise you would have ended up just like him.
But not everythingâs lost. You got Miles- err, Spider, as he liked to be called
As you got your injuries tended to, you limped towards the room they were keeping him in. Just as you arrived you saw Quaritch leave.
âWill he help?â You asked him, feeling odd at the⊠Messed family dynamics. In reality you wanted to ask him how he was- but you knew better than to be transparent with your feelings. Itâd make you look weak.
The sterile environment did nothing to soothe your nerves. Spider stood out like a sore thumb in that questioning room, hissing and hiding under the table.
âHeâll talk. Eventuallyâ Quaritch said before continuing walking. You slightly frowned. He had been back to that whole ignoring you thing- was it because you failed and got shot?
Whatever. You moved towards the glass and stared at Spider. Back at hiding under the table. You took a deep breath, and moved towards the glass door, stepping inside.
Neither of you spoke, shit, he didnât even turn to look at you, eyes focused on the wall in front of him.
âYouâre here.â He acknowledged, to which you nodded awkwardly.
âI thought you were deadâ You admitted before you could stop yourself.
âThought the same about youâ He answered, frowning. You moved closer, sitting on the floor next to him cross legged, the bandages under your camo pants uncomfortably tight, the wound palpitating.
For a while neither of you spoke, the awkward and tense silence filling the room as you played with the loose hem in your pants.
âYou look⊠Differentâ You said finally looking up at him. He looked not human, but neither was Na'vi- something in between.Â
âYeah, thatâs what happens when you find a family that actually cares. You try to look like themâ He answered, getting defensive.
âHe cares about you, in his own wayâ You werenât even sure why you were defending Quaritch.Â
His head finally moved to look at you, his shoulders tensing. âDonâtâ
âI was just saying that-â You tried explaining. âDonât. He doesnât care, he never did, at least never enough to properly look for meâ He interrupted you.
âHe couldnât. Literally couldnât- he was-â You tried once again, feeling him get on your nerves.
âDead, and I wish it stayed that wayâ You simply stared at him in silence, brows furrowed. He wasnât the only one that suffered. While he was playing pretend with the Naâvi you were being made into a soldier, and now he came and acted all defensive?
âYou donât get to say thatâ Quaritch had always been a sensitive theme. And he had re-opened the wound.
âYou at least had a family. I didnât get a forest, or a new family. All I got was training schedules and reports as soon as I was considered grown enough for it.â You said, face frowning as you stared at him.
âYou still chose to stay with the RDAâ He answered, but it didnât sound as hostile as before.
You let out a sigh. âI chose to survive. Just like you.â Arguing wasnât going to lead you anywhere.
The awkward silence once again stretched for a few minutes. You stretched your injured leg, biting back a hiss of pain.
âYou got shotâ He said, his eyes going to the very small red stain on your pants right over the bandaged wound.Â
You looked down at the red spot. âThrough the thigh. Iâll live.â You answered, the tense atmosphere slightly fading.
You softly smiled at the memory popping in your head.
âBesides. Iâve been through worse. When you were 3 you bit me so hard I still have the scar. This is nothing compared to that.â You said, watching closely for his reaction.
He blinked- clearly not expecting you to bring up past memories from before⊠Everything. He knit his eyebrows, not upset like before, more like lost in thought.
ââŠNo I didnât.â He said after a few seconds of thinking. The edges of your mouth softly moved up as you extended your arm towards him. And there, small teeth scars were on the soft part of your inner arm, so old the scars were white-ish.
âYou locked on and wouldnât let goâ You added, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the smile trying to form on your face at the fond memory.Â
The silence finally didnât feel like a physical weight bringing you down.
âI donât remember any of that.â He confessed, eyes still locked on the floor, but now it didnât feel like they were avoiding you âI can remember enough for the both of usâ You answered, finally allowing yourself to smile.
ââŠI donât remember him much either.â The smile on your face faded, replaced by a thin line. Him. Quaritch.
You couldn't stop the frown forming on your face. For all you knew he could be outside the room hearing everything. So you reminded yourself to be careful of your words.
âMe neither⊠I mean, I did have to wait 15ish years for him to come back. And from back then⊠I⊠Donât remember much either.â The words tasted like salt on your tongue, weird, unsavory. You couldnât go yapping around about what you did remember- how you were always ignored, left behind. It was a white lie.
You took out a small protein bar from your pocket and handed it to Spider. You didnât say anything, merely gave him a nod. As he took it, you stood up and walked towards the panel door.
Your hand hovered over the card to open it. Spider stared at the protein bar in his hands. ââŠYou know you donât have to stand at attention with me, right?â He said, and you stood there, giving him the back- because otherwise heâd be able to see your face, full of contained emotions.
âGet some rest⊠Spiderâ You said, finally exiting the room. Outside there was no one paying attention, no Quaritch, no scientists, only a few guards here and there. You had been paranoid for no reason- maybe you could have stayed for more time.Â
As you arrived to your room, the AC was on, cold as always- You plopped down on the bed, your boots slightly staining the white sheets, Spiderâs words resonated on your head. But was he saying the truth? He still was with the Naâvi, he still was an enemy against humanity.
Youâre sounding like Quaritch. Maybe⊠You could go see him more. Just to make sure he doesnât hide anything. Right.
â
Then it was time to head out to Pandora in search of Jake Sully. And Spider had agreed to at least teach the recoms how to survive and blend in.
It was awkward at first, walking side by side with your brother who you hadnât seen in 15 years- you were staring at anywhere besides him.
Spider was still wary of Quaritch, so he would occasionally talk to you instead of him, and then youâd go towards Quaritch to pass on the information- or the times where you didnât even realize youâd always move until you were walking next to each other. Whenever you had time to stop to rest or eat, youâd linger close to each other, but never bothered to acknowledge it.
The worst was when youâd had to swim. In Bridgehead there was no swimming practice for you- so youâd end up swallowing water that got inside your mask, your arms and legs quickly getting tired. But once Spider noticed this was your weak spot, he began⊠Helping you. Grabbing your wrist and pushing you towards the land, swimming for both of you.
Youâd dry your mask quickly afterwards and avoid looking at him, because you knew heâd make you smile.
As a thank you, youâd hand him some of your eating rations whenever the recoms werenât staring, and heâd leave you some fruit, even teaching you how to cut it.
As the days passed the silence stopped feeling uncomfortable- less like a requirement. You began growing comfortable next to him, having small talks that ended up in giggles as he taught you curse words in Naâvi.
When one of the recoms tried taming an Ikran and failed miserably, falling on their face, you couldnât help the laugh bubbling in your throat, Spider joining in the laughter, you slapping his shoulder playfully.
Like that, quickly and steady you began bonding like siblings once again. Not exactly as close as you deeply wished you could be, but it was looking good so far.
After he noticed the bugs and beasts would always go after you instead of the others, he helped you.
You sat on a rock as the recoms planned where to head next. Spider sat in front of you, cutting your pants up to the knees, and next to him sat a wooden bowl with some blue paint he made out of different fruits and roots.
As the pants were done, you stared at him, giving him a nod as he held the blue paste in his fingers, and began painting your face.
âIt 's cold. The blue thingâ You said as you closed your eyes. Spider laughed, you always complained. âKeeps the bugs off. Mostly.â You opened an eye and raised an eyebrow. âMostlyâ You repeated.
âIf something bites you now, then itâs personal.â He said, and you laughed this time. âReminds me of a certain someoneâ You added as your hands went to the scar in your arm, tapping it with your fingers.
He moved to paint your arms, your face done. He did some sort of Naâvi pattern, and you held a small chat as he did so, until someone interrupted.
ââŠWell ainât this domestic?â Quaritch said standing over you two.
âItâs for the bugs, it works for him, so i thought it wouldnât hurt to tryâ You answered, trying to make it sound as unattached as possible.
Quaritch stared for a few seconds before kneeling to your level, smearing one of his fingers with the paint on your skin. You furrowed your brows.
âYou lettinâ him decorate you now?â He said. At your lack of answer he continued. âCouple weeks out here and you two act like you grew up in the same damn house.â
You visibly frowned. For the past few weeks he has been ignoring you, and when he finally speaks to you heâs a douchebag. Maybe it was the fact that ever since Spider arrived, youâve been growing a stronger bond with him rather than being 24/7 Quaritchâs personal soldier.
You repeated- âItâs for the bugsâ. Quaritch stared at both of you, ears slightly drawn back as his tail moved annoyed.
Then why is it shaped like Naâvi marks? He didnât say it out loud, but you could assume he was thinking about it. Of course it wasnât for the bugs, well, in part it was- but mostly to be more like him, to spend quality time with him⊠Spider. You had grown a soft spot for your brother, which after all these years you finally had the chance to have sitting next to you.
He stood up and straightened his posture, looking down at you. âYou forget what you are out here, corporal?â He said with the same tone he used to command other people at the RDA. Like if you were just a lesser being, not a human with feelings.
You held back from letting out any emotion that would show how much he was upsetting you. The recoms were thankfully busy with the maps, so it wasnât as humiliating.
âNo sirâ You finally answered, your shoulders tensing. Spider looked between you and Quaritch. âSheâs just-â He tried to defend you, only to be interrupted by Quaritch.
âThat wasnât addressed to you.â He said, not even bothering to look at Spider, eyes fixed on you, daring you to look aside or complain.
You bit the inside of your cheek until you tasted copper, holding back the feelings with physical pain. Seeing your face slowly morph as you accepted the reality seemed to be enough for this time as he spoke again.
âThere it is- I thought I lost my soldier.â He said, moving slightly down to pat your head, and whispering into your ear âDonât make me regret trusting you, squirt- Iâll only be nice once, then i wonâtâ
â
Of course, you werenât dumb.Â
In the time it took you to arrive at the reefs, you had a lot of time to think.
Before Spider arrived, you were merely a means to an end, yes, he had some attachment, but heâd never go the extra mile for you. You were a tool, and tools donât need intimidation if they cooperate willingly.
But Spider changed everything. Attachments are weaknesses, and thatâs something you always knew. You became unpredictable, not out of line, but you began having small rebellions. Quaritch distances himself emotionally so he wonât hesitate later to do so.
But you were willing to finally fight for something other than direct orders. You had finally found your brother.
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âIâll be damnedâ Said Quaritch as he saw the Sullyâs kids and some other Metkayina on the Tulkun. Spider stared worried- after all, it was his people who were there, Neteyam, Loâak, Kiri and Tuk- after so long, he finally got to see them again.
You felt uneasy. They were easy prey there, they held little to no fight against all the RDA machinery in the Seadragon.
âLet 's roll. Not you twoâ Your father said to you both. Of course, he knew how attached you were already to Spider. Taking either of you into the fight meant having⊠Issues, rather than more hands to fight.
You were forced to be inside by the men in the ship, and you couldnât help but just anxiously stare at the bombs being thrown into the sea.
You had never met the Sully family. But⊠Whenever he could, Spider would talk to you about them, usually when everyone was asleep, and it was just you two finally being able to talk without the fear of someone hearing.
He always spoke first about Neteyam. Heâd use the word âResponsibleâ. It made you curious- It almost reminded you of yourself, always listening to your father, being a soldier rather than a person. The kind of older sibling that always was in charge, that prioritized other people rather than themselves.
Then, heâd laugh about his stories with Loâak. He was the complete opposite of Neteyam from what youâd heard. Eye-rolls, human insults foreign to his own kind- the both of them always seemed to get into trouble, always acting first then thinking. It even made you laugh with how many dumb things they seemed to do together.
You werenât dumb, everytime he spoke about Kiri heâd blush, making you raise an eyebrow. âIf youâre lucky you might be the first human to have a full on hybrid kidâ You said, making him playfully hit your shoulder as he told you to shut your mouth. You could tell how much he liked her- i mean, it seemed a little bit weird at first, but then you realized she made him happy.
And Tuk was the one he spoke the least of, as most stories consisted of him following along to play childish games with her. But she did sound like a great kid.
It made you feel⊠Bad.
You stared at Spider now, his hands clenched, like he was about to fight his way out, barely contained.
He saw his loved ones. To him you were still sort of a stranger, just an extension of Quaritch. And he had seen what Quaritch is capable of as they burnt those villages in the reef, did he think you were just like him? After witnessing that he did seem to become more distant from you.
You wanted to tell him you werenât like Quaritch.
To you he was still a ghost of a man, he wasnât your father, not anymore.
Did you⊠Look like him? Did he see the same violence in your eyes? You did do stuff you regretted while following orders, you knew better than to say no. But deep down you regretted them, did he know that?Â
The thought made you feel bad. Empty
But the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesnât. Your guilt will not purify you.
You had to act.Â
You could see how they had been captured. The forest Naâvi Spider had told you about- your heart breaking as you saw that one of them was a little girl, being roughly pushed by the recom team. You looked around as Quaritch pointed his gun against the head of one of the Naâvi, trying to find a way to somehow distract the people so you could⊠Do something, anything.
You were too lost in thought to even realize Spider had gone running towards them, to no avail, as the soldiers quickly immobilized him along with the other Naâvi, and Quaritch ordered Spider to be brought back to the bridge.
Now, you had never experienced an earthquake, but you were pretty damn sure this was something very alike. As the giant Tulkun emerged from the water, you couldnât help but to run towards the glass and stare as it came down, crushing down soldiers and resisting bullets as if they were nothing.
Panic erupted inside, everyone running, checking systems- now, this was your moment. You turned around and locked eyes with Spider, and then looked down at the RDA embroidered logo on your uniform.
You had to choose one. The logo on your tank top seemed heavier than any gun youâve ever held in your life- The ground shook as the Tulkun hit anything it could reach, men screaming, bullets raining.
You felt⊠Fear. You looked back at Spider, and saw a hint of hope in his eyes, that youâd run the final mile for him, to finally cut the leash Quaritch had on you.
You looked down again at the logo, and realized something.
The RDA was all you knew, your survival, your structure, your purpose. But it never chose you back.
In front of you, you finally had someone who had chosen you, Spider. Your legs moved by themselves towards the fire extinguisher, and with a sharp scream you charged the man at the controls and brought it down hard against his head, knocking him out- the sick crunch of the moment the metal hit his head resonating in your brain as you then destroyed the controls, adrenaline pumping through your veins.
As some men ran towards you, grabbing your arms, Spider burst into action, hitting them and getting them off of you.
By the time they had overpowered you two, it was too late, the whole ship moving forward and crashing into the smaller ships below. It brought everyone to the floor, and alarms began blasting as the ship began flooding.
You hit your head against the edge of the central display table in the midst of all the chaos.
There was no sound, as if the alarms, the screams or even the Tulkun had gone quiet. Just a blinding flash of white behind your eyelids, as if someone had turned on a lightbulb inside your brain.
It probably lasted a second, probably more, probably less. But then it all came back with a high pitched ring.
As you opened your eyes you saw everyone running, screaming EVACUATE NOW! , but you simply stayed down on the floor, as every small movement made the whole world tilt, as if you were the gravity center, and everything moved with you.
You tried pushing yourself up but your arms felt like noodles, barely even reacting to your command.
Your vision wasnât blurry, but double, as if your eyes were a camera that had been dropped to the floor. The flashes of red from the alarms blared, only making your headache worse each second.
Something- no, someone helped you up. Spider- well, it looked like two of him, looking worriedly back at you.
âShit- hey, look, look at meâ Spider said as he helped you sit up amidst the chaos. His hands touched behind your head and he cursed as his fingers returned wet and red.
His face swam in and out of focus- one second clear, the next split in two.
âYouâre bleedingâ He said, cursing under his breath. It was now his time to help you- as the people evacuated, he passed your arm over his shoulders and grabbed you by your side, lifting you up- your headache worsened x10 with the movement.
If it wasnât for the smell of salt and burnt cables, you wouldnât have realized you were already out of that room, apparently everyone was too busy running away to realize you two had snuck out.
âStay with me, donât you dare pass outâ Spider said as he used all his strength to move you, as your feet barely moved, mostly dragging on the floor.
The alarms kept blaring, the cold sea water making your boots wet and heavier.
You could then see blue figures, and for a minute you thought you might have been hallucinating, if not for the moment they spoke.
âSpider!â One said, you couldnât make much out of him, as it was a blurry shape in your eyes.
âSheâs hurt, itâs badâ Spider said, his voice echoing in your head. You felt your stomach do a flip as one of the figures lifted you in their arms. Suddenly you felt like you were a bird perched on the tallest tree.
You could hear them talking, but their voices mixed.
Another explosion made the whole ship move, and you were all standing just a few feet from the deployment bay, where all the machinery was kept.
The bullets being shot resonated in your head, as if it was a box and there was a ping pong ball constantly hitting the walls.Â
You looked back- you could recognize Lyleâs blue bald head, and another of the blue shapes with you was shooting back at him.
Loâak, you assumed, pushed you towards the deck, but Spiderâs grasp failed him, making you fall to the floor as he was already falling to the water.
You rolled on your side, a strong hand grabbing your shoulder and lifting you up- Lyle.
The one that was previously shooting was running towards the deck as well- Neteyam, from what you could remember.
Lyle pointed his rifle towards him- it was a clear shot. But you⊠Had to act, somehow. The blade in Lyleâs belt was just next to your head, so ignoring all the red flags in your head as you grabbed the blade and stabbed it on his thigh, managing him to lose his steady aim and shoot to the air instead of Neteyam.
Neteyam didnât lose any seconds as he jumped, falling to the water with his brother and Spider.
Lyle stepped back and pushed you away, cursing but you could barely make out his words now.
As your back hit the floor this time the world didnât flash in lights and felt like it was constantly doubling- no, it dimmed, slowly fading to black.
The deck felt cold against your head, which felt on fire. The alarms slowly faded to a hum, the vibrations of people running and the motors failing lulling you to sleep, but you werenât tired- but you felt like it was moment, the moment to finally give in and sleep.
Then, everything went black.
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Neteyam landed on the cold water, the water around him turning red. From the chaos he wasnât sure how bad the wound was, except for the burning pain on his shoulder.
âBro!â Loâak shouted, moving Neteyam over his Ilu, Spider getting there as well.Â
âI think I got shotâ Neteyam said through gritted teeth, his hands moving to where the pain was worse, red staining his blue hands.
They swam, reaching a nearby stone- Jake soon enough reaching it as he saw them.
He lowered his bow as he got on the stone, dropping it as he saw Neteyam bleeding. âYou got hitâ He stated, moving Neteyam to see his back as well. The bullet had gone through his shoulder- not reaching bone, but it did grab meat and muscle.
Jake ordered Loâak to press his hands against the bleeding wound, quickly making sure neither Loâak or Spider had any more injuries.
As Jake searched for any other wounds, thatâs when Spider realized.
One, Loâak.
Two, Neteyam.
Three, himself.
There was one missing. Spiderâs head snapped towards the burning and sinking ship. âWhere is she?â He said, feeling panic burn through his chest.
âWho?â Said Jake, clearly confused. Of course, he was quite lost on the whole family lore of Spider-Â
âShe didnât jump- She⊠she was still up there!â Spiderâs mask fogged as his breathing became more labored because of the distress.
âHis sister- fuck. She hit her head I think, bad, she seemed out of itâ Loâak said, furrowing his brows.
âSpider-â Jake began, his hand going to Spiderâs arm. âI have to go backâ Spider said, but Jakeâs grasp didnât let him.
âLet go! Sheâs still up there!â Spider said as he continued pushing, to no avail.
The ship groaned, fire mixing with smoke as it slowly sank.
Jakeâs shoulders tensed. He couldnât risk also getting Spider injured, with Neteyam already in this state. âSon, if she was still conscious, she wouldâve jumped. If she was still breathing, she wouldâve surfaced. That ship is going down!â Jake said harsher than what he wanted it to sound.
The implication was enough to make Spider stop struggling to pull free.
Spider looked at Loâak, who simply looked down at Neteyam. âAnd you donât dishonor that by throwing your life away too.â Jake added, letting go of Spider.
âCan you hear me corporal?â Said the voice through the comms.
Kiri and Tuk. âWhere are your sisters?â Jake said to Loâak, who was still pressing down on Neteyamâs wound.
âI-I donât knowâ Said Loâak, his voice cracking.
Tsireya, who had recently arrived, spoke for him. âTheyâre on the boatâ She said, her face etched with worry.
âSame deal as before, you for themâ Quaritch continued. âThey- They're at the moon pool, at the well deck, midshipsâ Spider said as he grabbed Jakeâs arm. This meant a chance of going back. âI can take you thereâ He said, already standing up.
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Quaritch stared through the scope as Jake and Spider moved towards the sinking ship. âHold fireâ He ordered.
âLetâs get this guy, itâs what we came here for!â Quaritch said to the recoms, who quickly got into position.
However, Jake didnât go straight to them. He didnât trust Quaritchâs words of letting his girls go if he surrendered.
Quaritch stood there, waiting for Jake to arrive, his tail flicking annoyed.
âHowâs she doing?â He asked Lyle, who had recently brought your unconscious self. Lyle crouched next to you, checking your pulse. Blood had dried on your neck and hair.
âBreathing.â Lyle said, standing back up, slightly faltering from the open wound in his thigh from your previous stabbing.
Quaritch stepped closer, raising an eyebrow. He had seen traumatic injuries before, of course, it never looked pretty. He crouched next to you, hearing your shallow breathing. âCorporal, open your eyesâ He said.
At your lack of response, he opened your eyelids with his hands, looking at the different dilation in each eye. âDamn itâ He said under his breath-
âGet me a medkitâ He ordered. He had some spare minutes before Jake arrived.
A soldier handed him a medkit, and Quaritch quickly got to work, as if it was another soldier- trying to detach himself as much as possible from the truth. It was his very own daughter.
âCâmon squirt, you donât get to check out on me- Not nowâ Quaritch mumbled.
You opened your eyes lightly, they were unfocused. Your mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.
For a moment, it wasnât the bloodied passed out woman he was seeing, but the little girl whoâd chase him all day at the base.
He had to make a decision. At any second Jake could use the chance that he was distracted to attack. He was losing valuable time.
Quaritch let go of you, and stood up. âStabilize her until we get Sully. She can get help back at the baseâ He said, a soldier going to keep your head up.
âHeâs not walking off this time.â Quaritch said as he returned to stare through the scope, trying to see where Jake would be hiding on the ship.
He didnât turn around. Didnât think how most probably by the time this was over, you would be already gone.
âčâË⧠You're the daughter of Varang, and Tsakarem of the Mangkwan. You were raised with blood, and never allowed to feel or fail without being shown the consequences. After the successful raid of the Wind Trader's caravan, you manage to snag yourself your very own slave- none other than the Toruk Makto's oldest son- however, what happens when feelings get in the way of your mother's lessons?
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6.5k wc / All characters have been aged up to be young adults (19 and up, except for Tuk)
what's next? // PART TWO
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Hate is a powerful word. It drives people, it feeds oneâs power.
You were made with hate, given birth with hate, and raised with hate.
You never called her sa'nok [mother], always Varang, or Tsaâhik. You never knew your father, and never bothered to wish for one. All you needed was Varang, her hand guided your every movement, from a young age, she made sure you would be what could lead the Mangkwan after her.
At 10, you learnt what happened to your father, as his kuru was given to you, the braid was slightly disheveled from the years, but you didnât care. You hooked it on your leather belt, and promised Varang that one day, that belt would be full of more.
Even if deep inside you just wanted a hug, or any show of emotion other than rage.
So now youâre here. Sitting over a rock, in your hand what sky-people called mirrors. One of the males gave it to you after they had found a campsite of RDA soldiers, and after killing and raiding, he brought this to you as a courting gift.Â
At first you didnât understand the reason for the small circle, but then you saw the reflection.Â
Slightly cracked. But you saw yourself in it. Your golden eyes, the facial features Varang passed to you, your scarification. Seeing your approval of the gift, he bowed down his head in respect.
âYou are fire incarnateâ He said, or at least something like that, before leaving.
So you began using it, making sure the ash on your face was evenly spread, your tribal paint threatening and powerful. Because maybe, just maybe, itâd be able to kill your real feelings.
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They all ran, occasionally slowing down to help Spider. Neither Loâak nor Neteyam had their comms, as Loâak forgot his in the caravan and Neteyamâs got caught on a branch, making him break it to continue running, otherwise the Mangkwan would have gotten to them.
Varang didnât exactly rush, her slender body moving with grace as she followed the scent trail of the Naâvi with the thunder. You ran along with your people, bows and daggers in hand as you could occasionally see a tail or a blue figure moving a few feet away- your prey.
You have occasionally seen these⊠Thunder weapons, in RDA soldiers. But had never seen how deathly they were, now that this blue boy had used it against your people, Varang wanted it, so her wish was your command.
Loâak helped Tuk and Kiri into the small river, Spider following close behind.
The flow of the water slowly began pulling stronger, Tukâs smaller hands holding onto Loâak as the river threatened to separate them.
âWhat does dad always say?â Loâak said, watching both Tuk and his surroundings as they moved with the water, trying his best to lead the situation, since Neteyam had been wounded, an arrow going through his shoulder, the oldest Sully quietly wincing in pain, trying to keep calm.
âThe Sullyâs stick togetherâ Tuk said, her eyes going from Loâak to Neteyam, worrying for her injured brother.
âYou good bro?â Said Loâak, extending an arm to Neteyamâs good shoulder, Neteyam only nodding, but his face was already sweaty, a trail of blood mixing with the water as the flow forced them forward quite roughly.
âSullyâs never quitâ Corrected Neteyam with a forced smile- prioritizing keeping calm even over the pain he felt.
âThatâs right, Sullyâs never quitâ Loâak said, giving Neteyam a subtle nod.
The small peace lasted only a few seconds before the pull of the water became too strong, dragging them like rag-dolls.
Back with the Mangkwan, you all stopped as the scent ended in the river.Â
âI lost the scent, Tsaâhikâ You said, frowning, kneeling in front of the feet-shapes in the mud, counting how many there were. What caught your attention was the much smaller one.
A sky-people foot.
âFor what I can see, itâs 3 adults, a child and a sky-personâ You said, standing up, your tail moving from side to side annoyed, ears drawn back.
Varang walked next to you as the other Mangkwan, investigated the area. Your ears moved up as you straightened your posture next to her.
âWell done, 'itetsyĂŹp [Little daughter]â She said, her hand going to your hair, running a slender finger against your scalp. The affectionate nickname was only used when you were useful, and the way she said it held little to no feeling.
You nodded, and as quick as she had arrived next to you, she was already moving, pointing a finger at the direction of the river.
âFollow them!â She said, and all of you quickly obliged.
You had to be alert, your eyes wide open as you made sure to look in the mud and smell the scents in the air, to know where the fugitives had gone. While not told out loud, you knew it was a race against time- Varangâs patience always held a limit, and a not so large one.
The hours quickly passed as you continued, each muscle in your body stiff and stressed from the possibility of having lost them.
Varang wanted the thunder, and you were going to give it to her. Or else.
You could feel her eyes on you, daring to say the words.
We lost them.
You wouldnât call this emotion fear, as it was something you taught yourself to not feel a long time ago, no, this would be dread. You knew failing had its grim consequences. The one you dreaded the most was having your kuru tortured. It was as if her claws digged into your brain and squished until the gray matter oozed between her fingers.
She had to set an example with you, show the Mangkwan that being her daughter did not mean you could get away with being weak, with failing. If anything, itâd make things worse, humiliating you in public as she used her kuru on you, seeing you struggle to not cry or scream as the other Mangkwan stared.
Thatâs why you needed to succeed. To prove you were what she wanted.
Youâd spread fire all along Pandora just to prove yourself. May Eywa forgive you.
The mere thought of Eywa made you snap back to reality, almost as if scared Varang could read your mind- to find out your deepest secrets, the soft spot in your heart not reached by the ash, the small faith that refused to die.
Your eyes fixed on the mud, your whole body stopping as you saw the footprints again. Because of the water they were almost indistinguishable, but it was there.
You quickly kneeled next to them, raising your hand to catch the attention of the other Mangkwan. âTheyâre nearbyâ You said.
Deep into the forest, Spider hugged Kiri. For some reason, maybe Eywaâs blessing, maybe Kiriâs connection to said goddess, he could finally breathe.
Loâak had helped Neteyam take the arrow out of his shoulder. The wound wasnât fatal, but the blood loss was taking a toll, making him dizzy and slow. To make matters worse, they had nothing to patch him up, with Neteyamâs arm on Loâakâs shoulder for support, they could at least consider Spiderâs problem solved.
Before Loâak could ask if she could try helping Neteyamâs wound, the fire began raining.
The Mangkwan had arrived, and like a bird, you pounced over Loâak, screaming like a banshee, hitting him and making him fall.
Neteyam fell, being in no shape to fight, raising his arms, wincing at the sharp pain.
Kiri moved to protectively hug Tuk. You saw the Thunder that the male you landed over dropped.
The rest held their daggers, hissing, including the sky-person, who for some reason had no mask protecting his weak lungs. But they had no chance against your people. One by one they were unarmed and immobilized.
Your feet planted on the maleâs back. He knew how to control the thunder- so Varang would be interested in him first.
Your eyes met the bleeding one, a Mangkwan already holding him by his kuru, as the others did the same, holding them out to Varang.
You let another Mangkwan grab the one you were immobilizing, and grab the metal weapon.
âMa Tsaâhikâ You said, lowering your head as you handed her the thunder. She wasted no time in taking it from your hands, her tail excitedly moving behind her as she lifted it in her hands.
As Varang spoke to the sky-person, you moved to see the injured male, who was with his eyes closed in pain.
From afar, Jake, Wainfleet and Quaritch stared at the macabre scene.
The Mangkwan were about to kill Spider, all to humiliate Kiriâs beliefs in Eywa.
But Varang wasnât interested in that now. She wanted the thunder. You quickly moved beside the one that had fired it before, the one with the weird hiss.
âShow her thunder!â You scream at him as he refuses, saying something about no ammo. At his lack of complying, you smack him in the head.
âKill the youngestâ She orders you, and you grab your obsidian dagger, its sharp end reflecting the fire. You walk towards her, your eyes avoiding her.
They began screaming- but it was too late. Your tail flicked as you moved towards the hĂŹ'i 'eve [Little girl]. Your eyes moved for just a second to stare at the bleeding one. He looked bad. But before you could do anything, two shadows bursted in.
You were hit in the head, the punch making your ears ring and your world give a spin as you fell, the sounds of thunder making the whole sensation resemble kuru torture.
But your eyes saw one of the sky-people, now in Naâvi skin, point the thunder against Varangâs head.
You tried standing up, but your head felt scrambled up. âsa'nok [mother]!â You scream, not even realizing what you had said, too panicked to think anything other than Varangâs life being threatened.
That was probably the first time you called her mother.
Your hand extended towards her.
âDOWN!â The Naâvi with short hair screamt as he pulls harder on Varangâs hair, her making sounds between pain and laughter.
The Naâvi reunited in the middle. You recognized the one with dreadlocks. Toruk Makto. Your head slowly cleared up, and just in time as you saw Varang join her kuru with the one of the men threatening her life.
She screamt, and he did as well, dropping the thunder as he fell to his knees, all Mangkwan quickly going to attack again. You stood up to help immobilize them.
You moved over the one you had heard been called Loâak, your knees painfully digging in his forearms as you sat on his back, keeping him still with your body weight, another hand grabbing onto his kuru just in case.
âÂĄDad!â He screamt as Toruk Makto was also kept still on the floor, weapons pointed at him.
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You all danced in celebration, chanting and moving around the fire.
But you were interested in something else.
You walked towards the captives, staring at their bound forms.
âToruk Makto, and his litter of half-breedsâ You said, your tail high and curious. You hadnât meant it exactly as an insult- mostly as a statement, but you were so used to hearing people describe them that way, it almost came out automatically.
âTsaâhik said I could choose one and keep it as my petâ you said, walking between them, taking the chance to kick Toruk Makto in the jaw. Payback for punching the lights out of you before.
âBitch!â Loâak said, making you growl. You walked among them.
You looked at Toruk Makto. âToo oldâ You said.
You moved towards the youngest. âToo youngâÂ
Your path moved towards Loâak. âToo alienâ
Then towards the sky-person. âToo uglyâ
With a disinterested growl you ignored the woman with the demon nose.
Moving past the one with short hair, the one who had pointed the thunder at Varangâs head, you kicked him in the stomach. âTxanfwĂŹngtu [Bastard]â You said with a hiss. âJust waist âtill i get my hands on you, cupcakeâ He said with a pained growl.
Your eyes finally moved to the last one. The bleeding one, his face pale and body slightly shaking.
You had noticed him from the start. He struck out like a sore thumb, his factions perfectly Naâvi when all his siblings looked like a mix between races. That part inside you- the one you always hid made you let out a weird nose- you biting your lip to keep quiet, your hands turning to fists. He looked on the brink of death. And knowing Varang, sheâd take the chance heâs weak to scalp him in front of his family.
âToruk Maktoâs oldest son.â You said as you kneeled beside him, your hand caressing his face. He was too out of it to even react.
âNeteyam, hey- look at me. Stay with me, son.â Toruk Makto said, his face etched with worry as he saw your hand on his face.
You ignored him as your hand grabbed this⊠Neteyamâs ankle, dragging him towards the firepit where Mangkwan still celebrated.
âLet him go! LET HIM GO!â Toruk Makto screamt desperately.
You ignored him as you dragged Neteyam towards Varang, who was dancing. You quickly swallowed down any sort of emotion that could betray you, and spoke.
âTsaâhik. For the prize you mentioned⊠I want this man as my pet.â You said, lifting him into your arms, one hooking under his neck, the other under his knees.
Varang stopped dancing, and walked towards you, smiling.Â
âIf I grant this, you must know, he is not an equal, but a lesser. You will shape him, and keep him in lineâ She said, running her finger down Neteyanâs jaw.
You nodded, your smile mirroring hers. It was like the mirror you had been given- seeing Varangâs smile in front of yours. Except her side was cracked and bloodied. And yours not yet.
So now here you were, over your Ikran, the beast screeching as it saw the Ash Lands come to view. You lowered, one hand on the Ikran, the other holding the passed out man against you so heâd not fall.
As you lowered yourself onto familiar land, the Mangkwan that had stayed curiously moved to get a look at the passed out forest Naâvi in your arms.
You hissed, making them snap out of it and continue their chores as you walked towards your kelku.
Entering it, you placed Neteyam on the furs you used to sleep, the many hides there softly adjusting to his body. Your eyes softened as you stared at him, your hands moving to heal his wound. After all you were Tsakarem, you had been learning all your life how to deal with these kinds of injuries.
Unlike the many Naâvi in the Mangkwan clan, he seemed softer, rounder. You took your time as you prepared the herbs and applied them onto his wound, then using cloth to secure it to his shoulder. You cleansed the dry blood, and then traced the blue patterns of his skin with your finger.
Your palm had a tattoo like Varangâs, the tattooed skin pressing against his blue skin. Blue just like yours, except yours was covered in ash, grime and paint.
You lowered your head and sniffed his neck, right where his scent glands were. You let out a shaky breath as you looked down at him. He smelt so⊠Alive, like a plant that just bloomed- a stark contrast against your own scent.
Your hand moved to his jaw, moving his face until it was facing you, you could almost taste the layer of cold sweat on it.Â
You moved back, his scent still on your nose.Â
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When Neteyam woke up, he instantly felt something was wrong.
For a second he thought they had been saved by the Omatikaya, and that the shadow sitting next to him was Moâat, and at any moment Loâak would burst in just to pester him about how he managed the situation.
But⊠The Omatikaya didnât reek of burnt meat and wood. The kelku was oddly dark and from the faint outlines he could see of the decorations, it seemed like bone structures, twisting until they looked like demons brought from sky-people religions.
His whole body felt numb and unnaturally relaxed. Thatâs when he realized he couldnât move his fingers, or any limb at all.
Panic began festering in his mind, with his blurry sight he realized the figure next to him wasnât Moâat, or any Omatikaya. It was a Mangkwan.
Your eyes met his, and you raised your hand, the tattoo on your palm in front of his face, the black eye almost winking at him, or maybe it was the effects of the drugs?
âRelax, Toruk Maktoâs sonâ You said, your voice distorted, but he could start to finally make the shape of you.
âYou have been given special herbs that numb your senses. Your shoulder injury got infected. It is the only way to save you from the painâ You said, putting the mushed herbs on a wooden cup with some liquid inside.
You had heard from Varang that the other Naâviâs had managed to escape. You werenât even sure why you were still aiding him and keeping him. You had told Varang you could use him as leverage in case youâd need it. But deep inside you felt some sort of pull, something inside you that begged you to explore this new side of you.
Not new, no, but hidden. Something you had repressed so long ago, and now was slowly flourishing.
Neteyam let out an attempt to talk, but the drug was still too present in his blood. You lifted his head with one hand and the other placed the cup against his mouth. âSwallowâ You said as you let the mysterious liquid into his mouth, him slightly choking on it.
âThis is 'umtsa [Medicine]. Itâll help strengthen your body to fight the infection. Drink it all.â You said, your voice carrying an unusual soft tone in it.
âIf you donât get better, Varang will not see any purpose in you, and will scalp you.â You warned.
Neteyam couldnât do anything, couldnât fight, couldnât speak, or even move his tongue to let out some sort of noise. The liquid slowly made his eyes feel tired, lids closing as the last thing he saw was your hands going back to tending to his wound.
Then everything went black.
His dreams were a chaotic mix. Sometimes he dreamt he woke up one day and the Ash Lands were empty, and he could just walk out of there with no issue- then theyâd be realistic, where he fought for his freedom, his dad and mom arriving to help him. The Toruk ripping through Mangkwans as Neytiriâs deadly arrows rained.
Or sometimes his dreams would be him in a more quiet place, almost as if his mind was trying to give him a safe zone deep inside his head.
But heâd always wake up in the same spot. You had made him a small bedding in your kelku, a collar of bone and leather tightened securely on his neck, the sharp ends of the bones sticking out, so if he ever did any quick movement itâd pierce skin and hurt. He had his own sleeping place, layered furs on the floor, slightly small for his size, so he had to sleep curled up on himself. Whenever he did get some sleep, that is.
The collar had some sort of leash attached to it, letting him roam through a small portion of your kelku, just out of reach of what could be used as weapons. You had completely cleansed his space beforehand, leaving little to no decoration, no fire in reach.Â
But you werenât like other Mangkwan. The ones he saw in the raid were blood thirsty, desperate to hurt, to kill. But youâd simply stare at him, bring him food and water, and occasionally mutter a few words here and there.
Right now, you were cleaning his wound. Your hands moved softly against his skin, sitting cross-legged in front of him, a basket with different healing supplies inside.Â
You applied a cold paste, its color hinting that itâs some kind of mud. The grim thought that itâs most probably one of the stolen goods from the Wind Trader Caravan pops in his head.
He flinched at the cold feeling over his healing wound. Making you frown.
âDo not flinch. Or else I can mess upâ you warned. âYou speak as if you careâ Said Neteyam, testing the waters.
Your cheeks turned a subtle purple, but thankfully the ash and paint covered it. âYou have no use if youâre deadâ You answered, leaving the paste down in the basket and grabbing a long cloth.
The silent question hung in the air. Use for what? If you wanted to, you would have already forced whatever agenda you wanted to, but you never touched him besides checking his wound, and never spoke more than necessary.
This was so far your longest convo.
âSo you can escapeâ You answered, letting out a tired sigh. Your hand slowly moved to his braids, giving him time to move if he wanted. He didnât.
Your fingers moved from his braids down to his arm band, your fingers tracing the beads in it.
Your eyes got glossy. But no tears fell. âI will not keep you. I only lied to be able to heal you, so youâd not die in front of your family.â You confessed, one of the beads was rougher than the others, slightly scraping your finger.
âYou have a family to go back to. Your siblings must miss you.â You added with a shaky exhale. The final words went unsaid; I do not.
âYouâll be punished once I escape." He said, not moving closer, but neither pushing you away.
âItâs nothing I haven't endured before.â you answered after a few seconds of silence. The moment was broken as someone called your name outside your kelku. It was Ofewl, the same man who had been trying to court you for a few months now, the same one who gave you the mirror.
You quickly let go of Neteyam as if burned, and taking the basket in your hands you stood up, giving him a last look before going outside to see why you were needed.
Closing the flap behind you, you meet Ofewl, the Mangkwan holding out a piece of Viperwolf hide. âI have traveled long to get you this, I skinned and prepared it myselfâ He said, bowing his head in respect as you took the rough skin of what once was a Viperwolf.
It was rough, dry- unlike Neteyamâs soft skin. You quickly snapped out of the thought as you gave Ofewl a nod, already preparing to turn around and go back to your kelku. But he stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder. âI have spoken to the Tsaâhik, stubborn fnele [Woman]. She is pleased a man of my caliber is courting you.â He said, his hand making you turn around.
âStop making things harder. You are fire, and I'm the grease thatâll help you expand itâ He said. You slapped his hand away and hissed at him. âI do not need a skxawng to tie myself toâ You said, hairless eyebrows furrowing.
âBecause you have that na'rĂŹng 'evan [Forest boy], is that right? The son of the great Toruk Makto, makes you wonder what other great things he has, since you spend all day in there with himâ Ofewl said, the implication making your ears go back and your hiss to deepen to a dangerous growl. âCareful, Ofewl, or your kuru might end up in my beltâ You said in a low tone, your tail angrily moving from side to side.
Ofewl raised his hands in mock surrender. âThatâs what i thoughtâ He said before turning around and leaving. You wanted to carve that smug grin out of his face, your hand itching to grab your dagger.Â
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As much as you hated to admit it, you began wishing Neteyamâs wound would heal slower. You had gotten the thought to apply something that would harm the skin, and slow him down so heâd spend more time with you, but you knew you couldnât do that.
You had been sent to a raid party with some other Mangkwan. It was the usual, fight, kill, grab kuruâs, steal the goods then go back.
You had become so used to it, your body moved on automatic. But something stopped you, a branch creaking a few feet away. If you had not moved an inch to the right, the arrow that followed soon after would be lodged between your eyes.Â
Its feathers were green and yellow. The other Mangkwan did not have the same luck, a few falling to the floor. Then, Toruk Makto appeared, stone axe in hand as he pounced over others, a few Omatikaya warriors following him. You quickly took your dagger from your belt, your eyes meeting the Toruk Maktoâs ones.
He quickly began running towards you, recognizing you as the one who took Neteyam.
You snapped out of it and quickly got into position. Even then, he was stronger, his body heavier, his impact against you bringing you both to the floor.
Your dagger hit his axe, both weapons against each other, you using all your strength to avoid the axe making your face pulp. Realizing he was winning, you used your knee to hit him in the groin, making him fall to the side in pain. You quickly stood up, and without looking back ran towards your Ikran.
By the time you were already on the air, you noticed the deep gash on your shoulder, most probably done by the Toruk Makto from when he let the axe fall after you hit his privates.
But the adrenaline was still on your veins- the pain barely registering.
Arriving, the word had already arrived by another Mangkwan of the surprise attack.
The moment Varang saw you dismount your Ikran, her eyes widened and she quickly ran towards you, grabbing your face in her hands, checking for any injury, then seeing your shoulder, covered in blood.
Her face morphed into something youâd never seen before. Genuine concern. She frantically searched for any other wounds.
âWho did this!?â She asked, enraged, tail flicking angrily behind her, her grasp on your face tightened almost painfully.
âWe were ambushed by the Omatikaya.â You answered. âNo, I said, who did this?â She repeated, her hands leaving your face to grab your shoulder, moving it with the intent to make it hurt. You bit back a sharp hiss of pain, blood now seeping into Varangâs hands.
âIeyil said Toruk Makto did it. He was with the Omatikaya.â Ofewl said as he walked closer, his gruff voice making the others shut up.
Ieyil was one of the Mangkwan women in the raid, she had been hit by one of the Toruk Maktoâs mateâs arrows- you figured she managed to escape.
Varangâs hand shot up, and grabbed your hair. âYou were foolish to let him that closeâ She said, her hand now turning to a fist painfully tugging on your strands. âNext time youâll ride with Ofewl. Without him you are not to be let outâ She said with a final hiss before turning around and leaving to go hear what the other survivors had to say.
You ignored Ofewlâs smug grin as you walked towards your kelku.
Entering, Neteyam was asleep on the furs- poor thing, you had drugged him before leaving. You could not risk him escaping before time, itâd only get himself killed.
By the time he woke up, you had already stitched up your shoulder injury, using the handheld mirror to properly see where you were cleaning now, your blue skin visible after having the paint and ashes cleansed from that part of your body.
With a groan he sat up.
âYou drugged me⊠Againâ He said, more statement than accusation- it wasnât the first time you had done this.
You ignored his talking as you accidentally rubbed too hard against the stitches, making blood appear again, a drop running down your skin. You hissed in pain, his ears going up in curiosity.
âThis is why you must leave soon. Your father, Toruk Makto, and your mother, his mate, are looking for you. Close, too closeâ You said, your tail moving side to side annoyed, your ears drawing back.
âYouâre bleedingâ He said as he stood up, walking towards you. âLeave itâ You said, your tone harsher than what you intended. His hand found your wrist, grabbing it softly. Your eyes widened- how?
âYou cut the leashâ You said, surprised. Looking back, he had no collar anymore- it layed on his furs, cut in the middle, a shard of your broken mirror laying next to it.
He could have used that same shard to kill you, to run away and end anyone in his way. But no, he did not. Instead here he was, taking the cloth from your arms, and beginning to wrap it around your wound just as you had done with him at the beginning of all of this.
You went still- cheeks blushing a furious purple underneath the paint and ash.Â
His hands then moved to the water basin in front of you, grabbing the wet cloth in there, and then moving it towards your face. You simply stared at him- âNeteyam.â You said in a whisper, your face lightly frowning, it was a warning, but you did not know what was the consequence.
He pressed it against your face, removing the paint underneath it. Each time he dipped the rag in the water, the liquid became more opaque, until your face was clean, blue skin just like his, luminescent freckles adorning your face, softly glowing.
Your eyes slowly moved to his lips. He noticed, his breath slightly breaking its rhythm.
âI see youâ You said without even thinking about it. He moved an inch closer.
This was you. You had no barriers to hide yourself, you werenât a Mangkwan, you werenât Varangâs daughter, you were just a woman.
âDo not look at me like thatâ You said, blushing and embarrassed at his silence- trying to move your head away.
He let out a low laugh before moving closer. His forehead met yours, making your breath hitch for a second.
You closed your eyes, not knowing if you should press in for a kiss or simply enjoy this moment.
âI see you, not Tsakarem, not Varangâs daughter. I see youâ He finally said.
Your throat felt tight, almost as if your vocal cords had tangled and you could no longer speak. âThen look away.â You said, feeling as if you didnât deserve this. Why was he so kind? You could have perfectly stepped back, but you didnât.
You could hear a faint laugh, then his nose against yours. You closed the distance, feeling his soft lips on yours, neither of you moved, simply savouring the tender feeling of pressing lips together.
You stepped back, mind set. Neteyam opened his eyes as you grabbed his hand and tugged him to your bedding furs, your tail up in the air, the tip moving from side to side.
You helped him sit down, and you followed him soon after, one in front of the other. You had no words- instead grabbing your kuru and presenting it to him. Your mouth moved as you tried to speak, but your mind was feeling too much to process it. But the offer was there.
âTsaheylu.â You said under your breath, avoiding looking at him. Neteyam looked down at your braid, taking a steadying breath before bringing his own kuru in front of yours.
âAre you certain?â He asked, and your free hand moved to intertwine your fingers. âIn case I never see you again⊠IâŠâ You couldnât finish your sentence, instead looking at him with glossy eyes.
No extra words were needed, the gap closed, the pink tendrils hugging and tangling together. You instantly felt a warmth feel you. You saw Neteyamâs life. Playing with his siblings, hunting with his father, taming his first Ikran, and so much more. So much life, so much laughter.
All he saw in yours was a constant pain- to be reduced to means to an end, but the small hope of a better life always there.
He felt what you felt the first time you took him in, how youâd mutter small prayings to Eywa for him to wake up.
The link was so strong, filling you both with warmth. It was almost impossible to not continue, your hands moving up to his chest, softly pushing him down as your lips met his.
You didnât hurry- you finally felt calm. From the Tsaheylu you felt what he was feeling, a phantom warmth now on your chest where your hands were on his. As you moved your lips against his, you sat over his crotch, your hands going to undo the leather cords covering your chest.Â
Neteyam let out a relieved sound as those came off- of course, he had felt the numbing pain from them as well the moment you connected. You took his hands on yours and placed them over your breasts, his fingers tracing the red lines from the pressure that the cords were making.
Your hairless brows furrowed and you let out a weak moan into his mouth as his fingers moved to your nipples, playfully pinching and rubbing them until they got hard, then palming your whole breasts with his big hands.
Your small mewls of pleasure were swallowed down by his mouth, his tongue now entering your mouth to properly taste you.
You broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. âI want to taste you, Neteyamâ You said, slowly kissing a trail down his neck, him letting out small groans as your mouth reached his V-line.
You nervously stared at the bulge in there. You had never- done this before. Your fingers went to undo his loincloth, biting your lip as the flimsy fabric came off, his hard member slightly bouncing, a pearl of pre-cum beading at the tip.
Fuck. Has he done this before? You wouldnât be surprised- he was attractive, and the son of Toruk Makto, on your part you had always denied any sort of intimacy with other Mangkwan men, not wanting to bare your true self to them through Tsaheylu, it didnât help most of them were as sadistic as it gets.
You didnât want to come off as inexperienced, and in your nervousness you took as much as you could in one go, making him let out a groan as his legs tensed, his hand hovering over your head, fingers grazing your hair.
He tasted musky, manly- not a bad taste, just very unique, the scent stronger the deeper you took him.Â
You began bobbing your head slowly, drool running down his shaft, his salty pre-cum hitting the end of your throat, the tip flushed purple under your ministrations.
What your mouth couldnât reach -as you werenât experienced at all-, your hands did, jerking him off as your mouth sucked and licked.
Through the Tsaheylu you also felt the pleasure, your toes curling as your body didnât stop getting hotter.
Neteyam guided you through it, muttering small praises, his hand caressing your head.
You couldnât keep waiting. You needed him- so you stopped, taking deep breaths as you undid your loincloth, letting it fall down as you crawled back on top of him.
You looked down, seeing how his tip slid between your folds, your slick easing him in. You winced, the feeling not pain, but something uncomfortable as you began lowering yourself on him.
His hands went to your hips, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin as you finally got him completely inside- your pussy lips pressing against his hips, his cock twitching inside of you, the tightness feeling amazing.
He could feel the feeling of you losing your virginity, how his cock inside you felt, but you also felt how being inside you was. It was a stark contrast, both feeling alienated and welcomed.
Your hands moved to his chest as you began moving, biting your lip as the awkward feeling began feeling like a warm fire inside you, each thrust lighting it up more than the last.
Wet sounds filled your kelku, along with your mewls and his groans, Neteyamâs head throwing back as his hands guided your movements, his cock completely lubricated by your slick.
His hand moved from your hip to the blue-purple button over your folds, pushing the hood of your clit back as his thumb pressed on it, rubbing slow circles as he savored your moans.
The stimulation quickly made this fire inside you grow stronger, your legs trembling as after a few minutes you were cumming. Your insides became tighter, milking him for all his worth, and a few minutes after you, he was cumming as well, deep inside you.Â
You stayed a few minutes on top of Neteyam, legs quivering as you felt his member soften inside you, a few drops of cum oozing out of your joined private parts.
You shakily moved to the side, your whole body still ectastiated from the prior activities. Your tail curled with Neteyamâs tail as you laid your head against his shoulder, rubbing your neck (where your scent glands are) against him, marking him up.
Your fingers traced patterns on Neteyamâs skin, your breathing slowing down as you felt like you were about to fall asleep.
You donât think youâve ever slept so well in your whole life.
Until a shriek pierces the calm. In a second youâre up, putting your loincloth and top on-Â
A Mangkwan screams from outside.
âOmatikaya warriors coming!â you turn to look at Neteyam. Your heart was slamming against your ribs, you had to make a decision, fast.Â
You could smell the fire from the Mangkwanâs arrows already, screams filling your ears as the floor trembled from the Ikranâs landing on Ash territory.
You grabbed your dagger and moved towards Neteyam.
âIf Varang comes here- i⊠Iâll fight herâ You said, finally seeing a chance to escape from all this. Your face frowned as you stared at the flap in your kelku, waiting for the imminent moment before Varang came searching for Neteyam.
But it was all a stupid fantasy, and you knew it. You had your shoulder injured, so you could only use one arm to fight. But at least your death would give Neteyam enough time to escape.
You noticed too late, the flap slightly opening. By the time you saw it, the arrow had already lodged itself into you.
Out of curiosity, what's your native language? Love your work btw
Ty! I speak spanish <3 That's why usually wording and some sentences sound odd in my writing haha, as i tend to put them in a way that makes more sense in spanish !
Bored, you begin rummaging through old movies Norm has, and find a movie that resembles a lot your own relationship with Jake. Suspicions of cheating, growing tired of discussions and more issues attracts wrong attention from other females towards him, since people assume you've broken up. It's up to you now to re-kindle the flame. The thing is, when suspicions reach a new high, will you believe him?
You always hated rumours. But of course, being Jakeâs mate meant having some sort of fame, and that attracted rumours.
You and Jake hadnât broken up- at least not yet, you assumed. Yeah, you didnât sleep together anymore, and if you did it was awkward as the hammock forced you two to be skin-to-skin. Less could be said about your sex life, you didnât want to have more children, you were perfect with your big number already, and it wasnât exactly too pleasant to give birth with no anesthesia.
Itâs not like Naâvi condoms exist either, so you began constantly making up excuses to not be intimate, to the point Jake simply stopped asking, stopped giving you subtle touches, stopped whispering in your ear to get you in the mood.
You sort of felt guilty.
Everything was crumbling down, and even the kids noticed it.
Jake began going out more, either hunting or helping the Resistance. You began spending more time in your Avatar body, filling the empty and broken parts in your heart with them.
Neteyam, as always, stepped up. If he wasnât needed somewhere else, heâd help you with chores and with his siblings. He never spoke about it, but you saw it in his eyes, his silent support towards you.
Loâak had a hard time choosing what to do, was he supposed to pick sides? He had a tough relationship with Jake, but he couldnât help but to feel inclined to support him. He had always provided to the family, and now that you had an issue you were quitting? He felt so many things, anger, grief, and more. He began defending Jake whenever you argued, even when you subtly mentioned his name, Loâak would get overly defensive of him.
Kiri was probably the most mature about this, deciding to stay out of it, she was still spending her time both with you and Jake, staying out of arguments and fights.
Spider was just following Kiri, he already had enough problems with his real father- so he wasnât about to take sides in a fight he wasnât even involved in. But he did spend more time with Jake when possible.
And Tuk? Well, she just wanted her family back to what it was, and you couldnât blame her. She was too young to fully grasp what was going on.
Once you moved to live with the Metkayina, things only got worse.
Youâd have to leave every 5 days back to the High Camp to transfer back to your human body and exercise it. As spending too much time in your Avatar would mean letting your human body grow weak.
You did consider going through the same process Jake did, but to be honest- you were scared.
It was extremely tiring- but youâd do it, in order to be with your family.
Every fifth day youâd leave before the sun came out, just as the cold of the night began fading away, youâd get on your Ikran.
The flight was peaceful most of the time, just you and your thoughts. You even learned a quicker route, allowing you to reach the High camp in less than a full day of flying.
Youâd run, exercise, do anything you could to keep your human body in its shape, as it was the only way to keep your mind off of your problems for a while.
Of course, Jake never came with you- he had to look out for the children. Yes, if it wasnât that, it was that Tonowari needed help with patrolling or other things, there was always a reason to be far away from you. He never even asked you how the trip was.
You always knew the world wouldnât stop for you. But it hurts, seeing even your family move on without you. So far the only one happy when you arrived was Tuk, the only one whoâd run towards you and give you the tightest, loving hug, demanding you take her in your arms.
By sunset, Neteyam and Loâak would arrive, Neteyam asking you things about your trip, probably bringing you some fruit as he knew you were tired- and Loâak would merely avoid you.
He was just like Jake.
âDadâs managing just fine without you.â He said once you pressed on speaking with him after one of your trips. You knew he didnât mean it- but it hurt deeper than any past injury.
Kiri would invite you on long walks, the two of you walking around the shore at night, or maybe cutting fruits together as you went on deep talks. About her mother, Grace, about how the Resistance was going, and more.
And Jake? He treated you mostly like a peer, not his mate. Heâd only talk to you when necessary, filling you in on what he had done that day, the information he had gathered about the RDA and such.
Then at night, either youâd awkwardly share the hammock trying to avoid touching as much as possible, or youâd go to sleep in Tuk's hammock.
But you arenât stupid.
Somehow the rumour that you two were breaking up began spreading- now here with the Metkayina.
It boiled your blood whenever someone asked you if it was true.
âNo, weâre not.â Youâd say with a poker face, trying to not show any of the anger simmering inside you.
Whenever youâd go spend time with other females to work on fixing your kidâs clothing, you had to force yourself to be quiet and calm. As your fingers worked on Neteyamâs arm band that had broken when he was riding his Ilu, Ewaym, a young girl approached you.
You were sadly used to hearing the gossip, how they sometimes spoke ill of others, and only imagined what they must say of you when youâre not there.
This girl, Ewaym, was younger than you, probably in her early 20s. You recognized her from being some of the students of Jakeâs guard team.
There was something about her that made you feel uneasy about her- not her beauty, as you considered the Naâvi race by itself gorgeous. But the way she stared at you.
Like her eyes were trying to find a crack in your composure.
She greeted you, adding a respectful âMaâ before your name, but you could see the faint smirk on her plush lips.
âEwaym. Nice to see you todayâ You answered, giving her a small nod.
She sat in front of you, forcing you to look at her youthful face. âI heard you travel often to the forestâ She said.
âIndeed, I do every few daysâ You answered, trying to focus on Neteyamâs arm band, suddenly your knots were too tight, the small cord straining.
She smiled subtly. âIt must be hard to leave your mate so often, all aloneâ She said, and your ears instantly went back, her words replaying in your mind. You were holding the cord so tight it was leaving a purple imprint on your hand.
She could have said family- but no, of course, she referred only to Jake. You felt a sour taste from this conversation.
âI have duties to fulfill as his mate and mother of his children. I must keep both of my bodies healthyâ You answered cautiously, feeling jealousy creep up your neck.
Ewaym smiled- so fake you could see right through it.Â
âHeâs a great teacher, makes sure everyone leaves satisfied with their progressâ You stopped working as she said that.
She was just getting into your head, thatâs all.
You looked down at Neteyamâs arm band. You had completely messed up, the tight knots looked messed up and as if theyâd pop any minute, the beads looking messy as well.
You cleared your throat. âIâm glad that heâs taking his role seriously.âÂ
âYes, very seriously.â She said slowly, letting the words roll out of her tongue.
âYou must miss him a lot on your trips. But itâs alright, iâll keep an eye on him to keep him in lineâ She said as she placed her hand on yours, her eyes going to your messy fix of the arm band, her eyes crinkling as she suppressed a giggle seeing the poor job you did.
With that she stood up and went back to her usual group, her tail grazing your bent legs, as you were sitting cross-legged.
She had successfully gotten into your head, making you get up and leave, feeling the nasty taste of jealousy in your throat.
It was as if everyone knew something you didnât. But you refused to believe that Jake would ever do something so despicable. You just⊠Refused to believe that.
The audacity of that girl- âkeep an eye on himâ. You wanted to rip that smirk out of her face.
Your tail lashed angrily behind you as you walked towards the shore, getting on your Ilu. You needed the seaâs cold water to distract you.
As you moved through the waves, your mind kept going back to Ewayn. Youâd like to believe she meant her words in an innocent way, but the way she spoke, her tone, but-
She hadnât said anything about your family, no, she referred to Jake.
You looked back, seeing Jake on the shore with some other Metkayina, Ewayn by his side, spear in hand. He leaned to fix her posture, one of his hands pressing right over her tail.
You quickly moved your eyes away and focused on your own path, making your Ilu go faster.
Your lungs burnt, your head felt under pressure, tears fell down your face, as now you were completely alone, you allowed yourself to cry in the middle of the water, nothing but more water surrounding you. You were past the reef by now.
You hadnât imagined it- his hand, touching such an intimate place, under the pretense of teaching. Your jaw was clenching so hard it hurt.
You stood still over your Ilu, hugging it as you cried into it.
What could you do?
Betrayal never comes from an enemy, it always comes from somewhere close. You had given birth to his children, fought with him many times, and moved all the way from the forest down to the Metkayina territories.
You stayed there until the sunset came by.
Your mind was set. You couldnât just mop all day, you had a family, children that relied on you. You couldnât lose yourself to a little brat who thought she could snatch your man. This was your wake up call.
The turquoise water reflected the orange light, and you made up your mind.
Tomorrow you had to go back to the High Camp- but youâd make sure to leave Jake in a way everyone knows heâs still yours.
With renewed energy you turned back on your Ilu and rode all the way back to the Maruiâs. You arrived by night time, walking quickly towards your Marui, the water hadnât even dried off of your skin by the time you arrived.
Jake was there, sitting as he was cleaning his rifle, his dreadlocks falling down his face.
âThe kids are at-â You interrupted his monotone voice tone as you grabbed the rifle from his hands and threw it at the floor. âBaby, what th-â You interrupted him again as your lips pressed against his in a desperate kiss.
You crawled over his lap, giving him no time to process what was going on as your hands went to his jaw, guiding his face to deepen the kiss.
He grunted into the kiss as you did that, your thighs firmly locked against his waist.
The kiss had so much in it- all of your pent-up rage, your jealousy, your real feelings. Everything.
He was eager to catch on, his hands grabbing your thighs, his thumbs caressing the soft skin there, and then going to untie your loincloth.
The cloth easily came off, and then your top followed, baring you completely to him.
His hands began exploring your body- after so, so long, just the way you liked it, gentle but with a firm grip, almost as if you were going to vanish any second.
His hand went to your tail, which moved playfully its tip, and his strong hands began caressing the base of it, giving it light tugs.
You need more. Your fangs lightly bit his lip, making his hand leave your tail and smack your rear, making you let out a small yelp, him laughing into the kiss.
Your hands caressed his jaw as one of his hands settled on squishing your ass and the other moved to your front, thick fingers circling your clit and then moving to your folds to gather some of your slick, then returning to your bundle of nerves.
He broke the kiss, mumbling against your lips.
âMhmm, doing sâgood babyâ He said as his finger moved faster, making small wet noises, alternating between rubbing you and fingering you, using two fingers to enter your slick cunt.
âRemember when we did it on the base?â He added, making your already hot body go even hotter at the memory.
It was when Jake still had his human body- you couldnât help but fold with his head tilts and attitude. One day as you were running tests on him after leaving his Avatar, you decided to cross the professional line.
His damn wheelchair didnât stop you, you rode him like one of those mechanical bulls at fairs.
âOh Jake- nghnâ You moaned, pupils dilated as your ears moved back from the pleasure.
âI need you, Jakeâ You begged as your hands moved down to undo his loincloth.
You began peppering kisses along his face as you undid his loincloth. You had missed this so much, missed him so much. As you undid the knots, you were met with his erection, fully hard and with a pearl of pre-cum on the tip.
You bit your lip as one of your hands moved to his shoulders for support, the other one going to grab his manhood as you positioned yourself over it, then dragging the tip along your fold, coating it in your slick, Jake letting out a gruff moan of satisfaction.
âDamn, baby-â He groaned, his hips subtly pushing up, trying to get more friction. You pressed the tip against your clit, rubbing it in a way your eyes went up, your brows furrowing in pleasure.
Jakeâs hand squishing your rear brought you back to reality, urging you to continue.
You blushed slightly ashamed, and finally began going down on his erection, your tight walls hugging him in a way his hands were now on your waist, fingers digging in as he closed his eyes.
You had forgotten how good he filled you, his cock thick in a way it made you feel stuffed, almost drooling as you felt him spread you open.
Your mouth found his again, in a sweaty kiss full of tongue and saliva as it bottomed out, your ass pressed against his thighs, your tail lashing in pure ecstasy.
You could feel drool from the kiss run down both your chins as you began moving, the messy kiss breaking as you went all the way up, then roughly down, Jake letting out a cascade of sweet nicknames, telling you how good you were doing.
One of your hands left his shoulder to stimulate your clit, using the fluids smearing down your thighs as lube on it, only adding more to the sensations.
You wouldnât last long, and it seemed neither would him, after all, it had been some time since youâve had intimacy.
You let out mewls and moans as you rode him to your orgasm, cursing as it crashed over you, pure white-hot bliss, eyes rolling back as he used his hands to help you ride him through it.
You were tired, and overstimulated, but you couldnât deny him of his own peak, continuing moving until he was twitching inside you, his head pressing against your breasts as he came inside you, not stopping until his shaft was coated a milky white from fucking you with his cum as lube.
As you two stopped moving, you took a few deep breaths in complete silence. Then, you took his face in your hands, planting a soft kiss on his lips.
âLet's try again. I love youâ You said against his lips.
He let out the breath he was holding. âI love you too babyâ He said.
With shaky legs you stood up and put on your loincloth and top. âItâs nearing dinner time. We should go eat with the rest today, since probably the kids are there as well.â You said, taking a few minutes to fix your hair and look more presentable.
Jake got dressed up as well, tying back his loincloth.
âYou alright?â He said, stepping towards you, hugging you from behind. You nodded, turning around and smiling at him.
âWe should go before Tuk steals food from Loâakâ You said with a small laugh, Jake giving you one last kiss before you excited the Marui.
You felt⊠Good. Jake walked next to you with his hand on your hip, your tails intertwined as you went to the communal eating space.
You couldnât help but to softly smile as you saw your kids eating together, their faces lighting up as they saw you with Jake.
Spider nudged Kiriâs arm motioning towards you two with a smile. Tuk immediately cheered up, making her siblings move to make space for you two.
You sat next to Tuk, Jake sitting next to you, his hand casually on your thigh as you served you two some food.
âI told you they werenât fighting anymoreâ She said towards Loâak, sticking her tongue out as he ignored her with an eye roll.
After a few minutes of idle chatter, Loâak spoke. âYou missed training today, me and Neteyam had to do it ourselvesâ He said. Jake let out a small laugh. âHad something more importantâ He answered, giving your thigh a subtle squeeze.
After eating, you walked back with Neteyam to the Marui, since the other kids stayed with Jake, except for Tuk, who was being carried by Neteyam as she had fallen asleep.
You arrived at the Marui, and Neteyam carefully put Tuk in her hammock, then helped you with the fire.
âYou and dad⊠are you going to be okay?â Neteyam asked softly as to not wake up Tuk.
You nodded as you moved to fix the other kidâs hammocks, putting some furs on them so they wouldnât be cold. âYeah, donât worry about itâ You answered.
He didnât seem to buy it, sitting on his hammock as his eyes were fixed on you.
You brought some furs to him. âThe night breeze seems colder tonight. You canât catch a cold.â You said to him, then added. âWe talked, really talked. Relationships are difficult, but itâs nothing that canât be solvedâ
âGoodâ He answered with a small smile, taking the furs from your hands.
You patted his head with a smile, he was a good kid. Always worried about the familyâs wellbeing. âTomorrow I'll leave before dawn. Make sure your siblings donât get into any trouble, and I'll bring you some new arrows from back homeâ
With that you moved to your hammock you shared with Jake, and after a few minutes the rest of the kids arrived with him, all quickly setting to sleep. You and Jake slept on each otherâs arms that night, limbs tangled, his hand placed over your stomach.
After your little time together, you wouldnât be surprised if a bun was in the oven- but you felt a tender warmth run through your body at the thought. A flower is blossoming inside you.
Next morning, you woke up early, too early, as you did whenever you had to make your trip.
You untangled yourself from Jakeâs arms and put on your fur coat, as the sky was cloudy, not raining, but definitely cold.
You yawned as you walked towards your Ikran, and once you arrived there you formed Tsaheylu and began your flight.
You caressed your Ikranâs head as you flew through the skies of Pandora, itâll be a long trip, but you were already used to it.
Instead of the usual dread you felt in these trips, you felt calm now- hopeful even, wanting to get it done quickly so you could go back to your family.Â
The feeling of Jakeâs arms on you still felt warm on your skin, besides, as he was asleep you made sure to rub yourself on him (Not in a sexual way) to leave your scent- just in case.
Arriving at the Haleluya Mountains, you entered through the secret entrance to the High Camp.
As you got off your Ikran, you stretched your sore legs, and a familiar voice spoke behind you.
âYou are not tenseâ She said- all the other times you had come you were always like a boiling pot, about to explode from all the tension.
âMa Neytiriâ You greeted her with respect, after all she was the one who taught you and your kids to use a bow- and fought to your side against the RDA when needed, saving your life countless times.
âHow are the kids?â She asked as she began walking, you quickly followed her.
âLoâak met a girl, so heâs all day after her, the Oloâeyktans daughter. Kiri is⊠Well, as always, curious about her surroundings, Tuk has some new friends and Neteyam has been helping me around. The usualâ You said with a soft smile, deciding to not mention Spider, knowing she wasnât exactly fond of him.
You walked for a while, talking about how things had been going, until you reached Normâs lab, then waving goodbye you entered. Greeting the other scientists you got ready to switch to your human body.
You put extra effort in the two days you stood there, exercising until your sore body couldnât do more.
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By the time two days had passed, you were back on your Avatar, Ikran ready to fly back home. On the way back you took the chance to pass by a friend clan, and traded some goods for a couple of arrows for Neteyam. They werenât Omatikaya, but you knew heâd be grateful either way.
The moment you arrived, something was wrong.
People were gossiping, some giving you odd looks. You walked with a raised eyebrow until Tuk appeared out of nowhere, running towards you, her small hands grabbing onto your coat.
âDad had a fight!â She said with urgency, and you quickly kneeled to her level. âTuk! What happened!?â You said, holding her shoulder so sheâd stop crying. With a sniff she spoke. âI donât know, i wasnât there, i just saw him injured leavingâ She said between sobs, holding onto you.
âWhere is he?â You asked her, feeling a pang in your heart at seeing her so distressed.
âI donât know, Loâak went for him but couldnât find him, and the others wonât tell me whatâs going onâ She said before hugging you, burying her face against you as she cried.
You took her in your arms and stood back up, hurriedly walking towards the Marui.
As you arrived, Neteyam and Loâak were there, arguing.
Loâakâs tail was angrily lashing behind him, Neteyamâs tail was stiff in stress.
âBro, he didnât let me follow him!â Said Loâak, Neteyam answering. âYou should have followed him regardless!â
You gently let Tuk to stand by herself as you walked towards them.
âWhere is your father?â You asked, brows furrowed as you began taking off your coat and the things you had brought with you.
âI donât know! It all started because some warriors told him we were all freaks and aliens, and dad got all pissed offâ Loâak said, turning towards you. âOf course, you werenât here, what a surprise right?â He added before storming off.
You called his name, but he ignored you. With an exasperated sigh you turned to Neteyam.
âHe did not mean it, heâs just stressed, we all areâ Neteyam said. You merely nodded, mind set on finding Jake, how injured was he? Yes, he was a great fighter, but Metkayina arenât like forest Naâvi, theyâre stronger, have more resistant bodies.
âStay with Tukâ You ordered Neteyam before storming off to find Jake.
You searched everywhere, asked everyone- no one had any idea where he was, only that he had gone away accompanied.
You cursed under your breath- you had completely forgotten about Ewayn, that little-
You needed to compose yourself.
Eventually, all you had left to look at was in some small caves. The first two were empty besides a few Metkayina here and there, the third one was the furthest away.
As you got closer, you heard voices, your ears going back as you recognized them instantly.
Jake and Ewayn.
They were hushed, you could not make what they were saying. So you silently walked closer, your tail lashing behind you in angry movements.
âDidnât want the kids seeing itâ Said Jake, you had no context, but as you moved closer you could understand the muffled voices better.
âDonât be a skxawng, you have me now helping youâ She answered.
Your jaw tightened, your hands turning to fists. You moved slowly among the shadows.
Jake had a nasty bruise on his rib, and a small cut on his nose bridge. Ewayn was standing over a rock to be to his level, a wet cloth on her hand as she stood close -too close- to him, cleaning the blood from his face, her hands moving in slow motions as she stared at his eyes with no shame, her tail perched high as the tip moved slowly.
âHold stillâ She said, her other hand using his shoulder as support.
âI am stillâ He said, she giggled and smacked his shoulder.
The sand creaked under your foot, making them both turn to look at you surprised, Ewayn quickly stepping back. âMrs Sullyâ She said surprised, her cheeks a slightly dark turquoise.
âBabyâ Jake said, but you were furious. âSo here you areâ You said, walking towards them.
Itâs up to you now, will you forgive him, or break up?
YOU FORGIVE HIM
Your eyes went to Ewayn, your ears going back as you pointed at the exit of the cave. âYou. Leaveâ You ordered her.
She looked at Jake, her eyes almost pleading for him to say something.
âBaby, she was just helping-â You raised your hand for him to shut up.
âLeave.â You repeated. Her ears lowered in shame and she scurried off, leaving the cloth over a rock as she ran off.
You stared at the floor until her footsteps disappeared with the night. The silence was suffocating- and you couldnât bear looking at Jake.
Then with a deep breath you picked up the cloth and cleansed it in the water bowl Ewayn was using, then continued to clean his injury.
Jake winced as you might have used a bit more force than what was needed. âBe quietâ You said, brows furrowing.
âYou scared Tuk by running away after the fight.â You said after a few minutes. âI didnât want them to see me like that.â He said softly.
âYou could have waited for me to arrive, you knew I'd arrive today. Not go with her, hide together in some cave. You know betterâ You sighed after speaking.
âI didnât call her- she just appeared and offered helpâ He said.
In your silence, he spoke again. âI only see you, no one else. Youâre my mate, not her- sheâll never be you, babyâ
You tried to hide the growing smile on your face at his tender words. âYouâre an idiotâ you said, smacking his arm softly.
âYeah, pretty muchâ He said as his arms went to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles in your skin.
You looked at his eyes, and then gave him a soft peck on the lips.
New start, you thought, your eyes going down to your belly.
YOU BREAK UP
âDo not- Fuck, do not say that to me, iâm not stupidâ You said, your eyes burning with unshed tears.
Ewayn cursed under her breath, looking genuinely scared. âMrs Sully, i- i just wanted to helpâ She said, but you were quick to answer. âI wasnât speaking to youâÂ
âThis is a misunderstandingâ He tried to explain, but you had enough, you thought that things would finally change, but old habits die hard right?
âAm I really misunderstanding? Our baby girl was left crying worried for her dad, and where is he? Oh! Hiding in a fucking cave with the one girl that has been chasing him since we arrivedâ You said, not caring anymore about causing a scene.
âNothing happenedâ He said, walking towards you. Ewayn quietly moved towards the exit as you two argued.
âBut it always feels like it almost does! And iâm fucking tired of living this way-â You said, now tears falling down your face.â You were defeated, tired- you couldnât do this anymore, so you said it.
âItâs over. I canât do this anymoreâ You said, your voice cracking. âIâm done trying to earn my space next to my own mate.â You added. Jake freezed, a small âWhat?â Leaving his mouth.
âBaby, you donât mean thatâ He said, but before he could step closer you stepped back, then turned around and left the cave.
You ran towards the Marui, your face wet with tears.
Arriving there, all the kids were inside. âSa'nok, what happened?â Neteya was the first to go towards you, his eyes filled with worry.
âWeâre leavingâ You said, beginning to pack your stuff before Jake could arrive to stop you. âLeaving where?â Kiri asked, clearly confused, her hand going to grab Spiderâs hand.
Loâak moved to stand in front of you, stopping you from taking more stuff. âYouâre seriously running away after he defended us today?â He said, and your tail lashed angrily.
âLoâak, baby, please move-â You said, mentally praying to Eywa to grant you patience. âDonât- baby me! You always paint him as the bad guy!â He said, his tone going louder with each sentence.
âI am your mother, moveâ You repeated, leaving no space to argue in your tone. After a few tense seconds, Loâak hissed at you before storming off.
Kiri moved towards you and grabbed your arm. âMom please, donât do this, youâll regret itâ She said, her eyes glassy.
You kissed her forehead, and hugged her. âI cannot force you to come with me if you donât want to, but i know youâre a strong girl-â You said with tears falling down your face again.
You hugged Spider as well, clearly taking him by surprise.
Then you took Tuk in your arms, who hid her face in your neck, clearly stressed and not understanding the situation. As you excited the Marui, you heard footsteps following you. Neteyam- of course.
He gave you a silent nod as you two continued your path towards the Ikrans.
After Neteyam is taken away by his family, you, daughter of Varang have to find a way to hide your pregnancy and deal with Varang's mate, Miles Quaritch, as he's quick to discover your secrets. Will there be any way to escape this?
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6.1k wc / All characters have been aged up to be young adults (19 and up, except for Tuk)
what's next? // PART ONE
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You stepped back as the arrow hit your good shoulder, your dagger falling to the floor, the mere force of it making you take a few steps back, a choked scream leaving your mouth in sharp pain.
You only had about a second before the pain ignited your body- white and blinding. You fell into the furs.
âNeteyam-â You said, not even knowing what followed. Was it a way to ask him for forgiveness for making things end like this? Or maybe a way to ask for help? Whatever it was, you couldnât finish your sentence as the flap fully opened.
You recognized her before she entered your kelku. Toruk Maktoâs mate- her arrows were as deadly as her.
âNeteyam- now!â She said, her bow already tensed and pointing at you. Toruk Makto entered, stone axe dirtied with blood -Mangkwan blood- as he quickly grabbed Neteyamâs wrist, pushing him towards the exit.
âDad, stop!â Neteyam said, for the very first time in his life pushing back against his fatherâs commands. But it fell on deaf ears, Neteyamâs father forcefully bringing Neteyam with him in order to escape.
âYou will not touch my son againâ
She said, and you saw in slow motion how her fingers let go of the string, the arrow going straight towards you.
It felt like the breath being pushed out of your lungs as the impact forced you down on the furs. You couldnât hear anything else but blurred noises as you let out weird noises- they almost sounded like a wounded Yerik [Hexapede].
The smell of Neteyamâs scent lingered on the furs, mixing with your blood.
Your vision was blurry and staring at the ceiling as someone came running into your kelku, quickly kneeling next to you and speaking, but you were far too gone to understand.
Your eyelids became heavy with sleep as you allowed yourself to relax your tense body.
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Ofewl stared at your passed out self, blood staining his hands as he tried stopping the bleeding, noticing how sticky with sweat your skin was, how cold it was starting to get too.Â
He had always seen you as a means to an end. A possible mate to get more power- to become the fearsome warrior he had always wanted. Deep inside he was jealous that you had genuine feelings towards your slave, if he could even call it that. It was obvious by the mere scent in your kelku you had mated.
Because deep inside he wanted to have those same feelings. As much as he enjoyed the thrill of the raids, the power he had- he and you werenât so different. Hatred was also your only motivation until you met Neteyam- and oh, poor Owfel, he wanted badly to feel that same spark.
He was a warrior- he knew no way of healing, but outside the Mangkwan were still fighting with the retreating Omatikaya.
His hands moved and broke the arrow on your shoulder, then pushed it all the way inside the wound, making it exit through the hole it had made. You barely reacted.
Then the second one, the most recent. It was hard to see with all the blood pouring out- just below your collarbone, a little bit to the side- to someone like Ofewl who didnât knew anything about this, it seemed pretty fatal- he couldnât repeat the same as the one in the shoulder, what if it was close to your heart?Â
Varangâs screams of war snapped him back to reality. He needed to act quickly. His hands moved to press around the arrow, trying to stop the bleeding, blood soaking through his fingers in crimson.
He was getting desperate, realizing he didnât have any idea on what else to do. He had always been trained to kill, not to bring back to life. To him, an injured naâvi was a weak naâvi, a stone in his foot. But something twisted in his gut.
He had seen from afar how Neteyam tried to free himself to go back to you.
You had a chance at a future far away from here. And as jealousy bit deep into him, he couldnât just let you die now.
âDo not dieâ He said, pressing down harder, as if that would be enough.
Then, the flap opened- Varangâs slender shape walking like a spider towards your bloody body. Her hands found your face, and Ofewl stepped back, knowing better than to interrupt the Tsaâhik.
âThey will not take you from me like thisâ Varang said in a hiss, her hands quickly going to your healing supplies, throwing the basketâs contents on the floor and quickly getting to work.
Her hands cradled your body not with love, but with pure hatred. Torn between her natural motherly instincts to protect you and the duty as the Oloeyâktan to make an example out of your weakness.
Because of your fault, they had lost the Toruk Maktoâs son.
âYou were never meant to be weakâ She said, mostly to herself, her hands roughly patching you up, almost as if you could feel the pain- but she knew you were passed out. She just needed a way, any sort of way to release some of the bubbling fury inside her.
She saw not your failure, but hers.
She finished with your injury with an almost mechanical precision, and turned to look at Ofewl with a frown.
âThey will think we are weak, they will think I cannot protect what is mine.â She said to him, her fingers absently going to your pulse. Weak, but still there.
Varang closed her eyes for a second. Flashes of the volcanoâs eruption flashing behind her eyelids. She hid it well, but seeing you like this made her feel like she felt that day.
But as quickly as the emotion surfaced, it was locked behind walls no one could see once again.
âMa Tsaâhik-â Ofewl began, but Varang merely shot him a glare that made him shut up immediately.
She turned back to you, pressing her forehead against yours, then spoke.
âIf you die, I will say you were unworthy- I will make the clan forget you ever breathed.â She said in a whisper.
âBut you will not die. Because youâll never leave meâ The Tsaâhik added before standing up.
âIf she wakes, you make her drink. If she screams, you hold her down- let me know if she wakes upâ She said to Ofewl before leaving the kelku to go see the remnants of the attack on her clan.
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Neteyam looked down at his hands. Your blood had dried by now, he didnât even remember when it stained him.
The memories clashed, in one moment you two were finally together as one, then the other you were falling with dead eyes to the floor.
Once they arrived at the Omatikaya territory, Neteyam felt as if his throat was tied into a knot making him unable to speak.
His movements were stiff. He was holding it all in- as much as it hurt.
But as Neytiri spoke, he found it hard to keep the facade.
âShe is Varangâs daughter, the Mangkwan do not spare.â She said as they arrived at their kelku, letting her bow down.
Neteyam finally spoke. âShe didâ He said, his voice slightly cracking. Jake frowned as he began taking off his war paint.Â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about, sonâ He said, walking towards Neteyam. âYou think one act of kindness erases what she is?â Jake added, digging deeper into the wound.
It wasnât one act of kindness. It was so much more than that- a side only Neteyam saw.
âMom shot her. She was protecting me and you didnât even hesitate, we left her to die.â Neteyam finally felt the knot dissolve, words spilling out of his mouth without him being able to stop them. Neytiriâs eyes widened in surprise.
âThat was murder!â He added, feeling his eyes sting and get teary. Jake firmly grabbed his shoulder- but Neteyam was hurt- a whole life of being the perfect soldier boy, and the moment he found peace, he had seen it break down and be torn to pieces in front of him.
Neteyam freed himself from Jakeâs grasp and pushed him back, making Jake stare wide-eyed as he stumbled back a few steps.
âYou left her- You dragged me away while she was dying.â He said, tears now falling down his face, his voice cracking just like Neytiriâs when she was in distress.
No one had even realized Loâak was there, at least not until he stepped between Jake and Neteyam.
âDad- stopâ He said, placing a hand on Jakeâs chest and the other shielding his brother.
Time began passing, days followed by more days of awkward silence.
Back in the Mangkwan tribe, things had changed. He arrived half-naked, carrying thunder- disappeared into Varangâs tent and then came out as part of the clan.
You recognized him. Miles Quaritch.
You were still healing- slowly. Your bandaged self is a shadow of the fierce warrior you once were- but you were tired of pretending now. So using the excuse of your injuries you managed to step back from any raids.
You actually got closer to Ofewl, as he was the one assigned to take care of you until your wounds healed. Since you had both your shoulders injured -both from the arrow and the axe- heâd help you with mundane tasks, except for when he had to go out to fulfill his own warrior duties with other Mangkwan.
Right now, he had gone out along with Varang and other soldiers. Quaritch had brought RDA pinkskins to the clan, giving everyone what he called rifles and guns.
You were sitting in front of the communal fire, arms folded in your lap as you stared into the flames.
No one spoke to you- part of Varangâs punishment for your weakness. You were some sort of outcast.
You were sure you deserved it. A part of you at first had hopes that youâd see Neteyam again, that heâd wake you up one day and make you sneak away from here towards the gorgeous forest.
But that was the least of your worries. As your stomach had slightly swelled, same with your breasts, the leather cord tightly tied around it doing nothing but highlighting it more.
Ofewl had saved you when Varang realized it.
While you were sleeping, Ofewl was about to go to his own kelku when Varang entered the warm tent.
The central firepit made everything shine in a warm orange light, also keeping the cold outside.
She didnât bother sitting down, merely placing a hand on Ofewlâs shoulder, applying just enough tension to make his tail give a nervous flick.
âWhose.â She said, her eyes fixated on the subtle swell of your belly.
To anyone, it was probably just you being bloated or such- but she was Tsaâhik, and your mother. She knew you like the tattoo on her palm, each change on you she instantly noted it.
Ofewl bowed his head, hiding his troubled expression as he lied.
âIt is mine, ma Tsaâhik.â He said. Varang stepped closer, her grip turning into steel.
âYou did not ask for permission to⊠Produce thisâ She said in a low hiss.
âI did not take what was not given- She was awake. She chose me, now that her slave is gone.â Ofewl said, his face like stone, not letting weakness seep through the mask.
Varang stared at your sleeping form. And from outside a âCupcake! Come join on the funâ was heard, making her hand leave Ofewlâs shoulder as she turned around, her tail hitting his leg as she left.
âShe is mine. And so is the childâ She said before closing the flap behind her.
So now you were sort of forced to act like mates with Ofewl- thankfully you had always been more distant, so most youâd do was eat together and spend time in your kelku.
Back to reality, you realized you had been staring lost in thought into the flames for an hour.
You felt a pair of eyes on you. You already knew who it was without having to look.
With a sigh you stood up and moved to your kelku, however, as you passed through the flap, you noticed you didnât hear it closing. Turning around you met Quaritch, Varangâs mate.
You frowned. You had managed to avoid him until now.
The tension became heavy, your hand going out of instinct to your stomach.
Your tail became stiff, your ears going back. You had no means to fight back, he could easily overpower you.
Moving past the one with short hair, the one who had pointed the thunder at Varangâs head, you kicked him in the stomach. âTxanfwĂŹngtu [Bastard]â You said with a hiss. âJust wait âtill i get my hands on you, cupcakeâ He said with a pained growl.
You remembered his threatening words. Your tail began moving from side to side agitated as you snapped back to reality.
âYouâve been busy, it seems. Gonna make my girl a grandma and allâ He said with a smirk, fully entering your kelku, clearly enjoying how you stepped back. You had no idea what grandma meant- the english word sounded weird in your head, but you could put two and two together and assume what it meant.
âYou should not be hereâ You said, your feet bumping against the wall. You had nowhere to go.
âOh, I think I should, you owe me one, buttercup.â He said, his hand grabbing one of the bone decorations you had, its sharp end reflecting the fire.
âAfter all, I know your dirty little secretâ He added, and you hissed at him, making him laugh. âThereâs a Spanish saying darlingâ... El diablo sabe mĂĄs por viejo que por diabloâ He said, letting a dramatic pause as you tried to decipher what he said.
âIt means i have a lot of knowledge, i might look young in this body, but i sure as hell went through a lot in my human selfâ He said, stepping closer to you, making the sharp bone graze your jaw as you moved your head to the side.
âYou know nothingâ You said, hissing at him again.
âI know plenty. And I know that kid sure as hell isnât of that savage warriorâ He said, making your eyes widen just a fraction. He pointed the bone at your stomach, applying light pressure with the sharp end.
âI must admit, this Ofewl is hella good with the rifle, but i canât say the same for lying. Varang might be too busy to realize the truth, but I put two and two together, sugarâ He continued. âWhich means that if heâs not the baby daddy, thereâs only one more option. Your little slave that ran awayâ He added with a knowing smirk at your panicked reaction.
âYou suck at lying too, buttercupâ He said, enjoying your distress. âMommy dearest would tear you apart if she knew your little bundle oâ joy is from the Sullyâsâ he added in a low whisper.
You felt as if you were about to puke. Probably looked like it too.
Seeing your expression he let out a gruff laugh. âYeah, that confirms itâ
Quaritch threw the bone at the floor, and stepped back, stretching his arms as if nothing had happened.
âTell Ofewl thanks for the story, cute lie. Almost worked.â He added with a wink before leaving, the moment he left you let out your breath and slowly sat down on the floor, carefully curling on yourself before feeling the tears run down your face.
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Neteyam sat under a tree, feeling the rough wood under him as he pressed his chin against his knees. He had been hunting fish in a nearby lake, but it did little to soothe the growing stress on his chest.
The fish were already dead and impaled on the stick, its empty eyes staring at the sky.
The thought of you surviving the arrows plagued his mind. Both giving him relief and more stress, what if someone found out about your secret relationship? By all means, you were his mate now- he drifted off thinking of one day bringing you to his land, presenting you to his family and friends, seeing the gorgeous blue skin under the ash and paint.
A hand on his shoulder snapped him back. It was Loâak, who moved to sit next to him.
âYou have that look again, broâ Loâak said as he stared into the lake a few feet ahead, the one where Neteyam had previously taken the fish.
âEveryone thinks sheâs a monster. They donât even try to see past that.â Neteyam answered.
Loâak stayed in silence for a few seconds. âPeople said the same kinda stuff about dadâ He said after the pause. He was right- everyone judged Jake when he first arrived at the Omatikaya, stories about his rivalry with the deceased TsuâTey still roamed the mouths of the elders.
âLook at mom, she hates pinkskins, and now we exist, with our alien fingers nâ allâ Loâak said, wiggling his pinky finger, making Neteyam smile as he finally looked at his brother.
The leaves rustled nearby, and Kiri appeared with a basket in her hands. âWeâre starving, whatâs with the-â She stopped as Loâak gave her a ânot the momentâ look.
âOh, itâs one of those momentsâ Kiri said as she stepped until she could sit in front of her brothers, grabbing the spear with fish and slowly passing them onto her basket.
âYouâre thinking about her again.â It was more of a statement as it left Kiriâs mouth. She patted Neteyamâs shoulder with a soft smile.
âIf they knew I chose her⊠if they knew she chose meâŠâ Neteyam said, fingers idly playing with his arm band, feeling the same rough bead your fingers had felt.
âLook, bro- what does dad always say?â Loâak said, trying to cheer his brother up, nudging his shoulder.
âSullyâs never quitâ Neteyam answered.
Loâak was right. And even as Kiri helped him up and spoke about how Eywa would protect your bond with him, a small flicker of hope appeared in Neteyam.
He just had to now make dad understand it as well, then mom would follow. And that night as Neteyam tried to sleep, his head began once again dreaming of a future with you.
No more blood, no more ash, just you, picking up fruits together holding hands.Â
He could feel the phantom touch of your fingers, your warmth around him. Alone with him, with the fire softly cracking in the background.
Eventually the night turned into morning, and Neteyam barely had a wink of sleep, but he was full of energy nonetheless. He went for a swim early, the cold water clearing up his thoughts, and then went to go hunting with Jake.
Jake was next to his Ikran, sharpening his axe as he waited for his oldest son.
Upon Neteyam arriving, Jake swiftly got on his Ikran, Neteyam following him as they flew through the skies of Pandora, searching for some prey.
As they finally descended, Neteyam cleared his throat. âDad- we⊠We need to talkâ Neteyam began.
âSon. I already said n-â Jake tried to say, but was interrupted by Neteyam.
âWe matedâ
It was as if Eywa herself had heard, the whole forest going eerily quiet.
âIn the name of Eywa, iâm her mateâ Neteyam repeated, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
Jake stared at Neteyam, almost wishing heâd randomly say it was just a fake excuse, a lie to get his attention- but they both knew it wasnât.
âSon⊠Do you understand what youâve done? Youâre too youngâ Jake said, the hunt completely forgotten.
But then Jake realized it. This wasnât anymore the little Neteyam that was telling everyone how excited he was for catching a fish with his hands, or the adolescent Neteyam who was always there to help, never prioritizing himself just to help others. Neteyam was now an adult, a grown man. It was as if Jake just now stopped seeing him as a baby, and finally realized his boy was not a boy anymore, but a man.
âMom was younger than me when she mated you. That didnât seem to stop you twoâ Neteyam said, a sharp edge to his voice. He was tired of always following along, of being a perfect soldier.
âWhat if sheâs with child? I canât⊠I canât continue my everyday knowing sheâs alone, sufferingâ Neteyamâs voice slightly cracked, his hands turning to fists.
âYouâre asking me to pull her out of a hostile clan, now led by Quaritch and Varang.â Jake said.
âIâm doing this with or without youâ It was instinct talking on behalf of Neteyam, and he knew it- but he was tired of waiting. He needed to know you were alive.
âFuckâŠâ Jake muttered under his breath in a large exhale, his hand running down his face. Then after a few seconds of thinking, he spoke again. âIf sheâs your mate, then sheâs under my protection too.â
Neteyamâs eyes lit up.Â
âThis wonât be a revenge run, this will be an extraction. Clean, fast, and quiet.â Jake said, motioning with his hands to emphasize his words.
âNeytiri wonât like this, the clan wonât like this. But I can't risk you going by yourselfâ Jake added, placing a palm over Neteyamâs shoulder.
They hadnât noticed the slight movement between the bushes, or the sun reflecting on a scope just a few feet away.
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The fire slowly enveloped you as you entered your kelku. Your shoulders had healed up nicely, still bandaged but at least you could lift simple things now.
You began preparing your herbs and tools to cleanse what was left of the wounds.
You hadnât noticed that Varang entered your kelku until her hand placed over your head as you were kneeling towards your supplies.
You had been avoiding her- she could read you like an open book, and you were scared sheâd find out about your secrets.
Scared, after a long time, you finally felt scared.
âDo you miss the na'rĂŹng 'evan [Forest boy]?â She said, making you hold your breath for a few seconds, trying to think of an answer.
Has Quaritch ratted you out?
Your jaw tightened, your hand going towards your belly bump. The tentâs flap opened, making you quickly regain your breath as both of you turned to look at the intruder.
Quaritch, of course.
âWell, ainât this cozy family meeting?â He said as he entered with little to no care, Varang shooting him a dangerous glare.
âSpeak your purpose, Quaritchâ She said, her tail moving annoyed behind her.
Quaritch smiled as he crossed his arms against his chest. âWell, straight to business. Always liked that about you, cupcake.â He began. âYour little brat here is holding quite the secret.â
Youâd kill him. You werenât even sure how- but youâd kill him for this. Your whole body went stiff and cold. âTsaâhik i- Ngh!â You were interrupted as her hand moved to grab your kuru, painfully twisting it on her hand, making you let out a pained sound.
The pressure in your kuru went straight to your brain, making your eyes tear up.
âYou will be silent.â She ordered you, her grip tightening as she stared at Quaritch with keen interest.
âThe Sully boys. On the little expedition me and Wainfleet took today, we found Jake Sully chatting with your ex-captive, his older son, about how they wanted to come rescue your poor little daughterâ Said Quaritch with a smirk, his eyes giving you a âTold you iâd get paybackâ look.
Quaritch didnât need to explicitly say it. The child was not Ofewlâs, but instead it was Neteyamâs child. You had mated with the enemy.
Her hand twisted your kuru harder, tears falling down your face from the pain as you bit back any pitiful noises. You knew there was no way out.
âYeah. Cute little family moment. Real touching. Kid was ready to throw hands with dear old dad if it meant getting her back.â He added.
âYou let him mark youâ Varang said, her words laced with fury as she idly stared at Quaritch.
She let out a hiss as she pushed you to the floor, unhooking one of her dual blades, circling your body as she stared in pure fury down at you.
Quaritch spoke again, the straw that broke the camelâs back âSullyâs kid said they were matedâÂ
That did it- you were done, for good.
Varang let out something that wasnât quite a scream, or a roar, a weird in between as she kneeled next to you, grabbing your kuru and pressing one of the blades against it.
âYou have bound yourself to the Toruk Maktoâs blood- you are a disgraceâ She said.
Then, itâs as if a switch clicked in her head, her hand letting go of your kuru.
âThey will come for you.â She smiled as she spoke, her eyes staring right into yours. Her hands grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to sit up. âAnd when they do, they will learn that you do not take from me without paying in blood.â
You felt terrified.Â
âYou are no longer my daughterâ She said as she let go of you and stood up. âYouâre as good as dead. But first, we need you as baitâ
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Neteyam was ready, standing next to his Ikran. A few feet away he could see Neytiri angrily âspeakingâ to Jake, most probably scolding him for agreeing to go with Neteyam.
After a few minutes Jake stood next to Neteyam with a sigh. He put his hands on his hips as he stared at the awaiting Ikrans.
âSheâs not happy, she says this is a trapâ Jake said plainly.
âI knowâ Neteyam answered, but he wasnât going to stand back, not now, when he finally had the chance to go for you.
âYouâre a kid anymore, and that scares the hell outta me.â Jake said, ruffling Neteyamâs braids.
âIt scares me tooâ Neteyam said with a small smile.
Just as they were about to mount their Ikrans, Loâak appeared, out of breath from running, and instantly got on top of his Ikran. âCâmon! Before mom changes her mind and shoots us herself.â He said, but before Jake could tell him he couldnât go, Neteyam gave Jake a silent nod. The more the better. Theyâd need the help.
As they flew on top of the beasts, Jake told them the rules.
Don't go alone.
Don't play hero.
Stay together.
âWasnât planning on dying today, sir.â Said Loâak, earning a glare from Jake.
 âMangkwan territoryâs not what weâre used to, ash, open ground, limited cover. We get in quiet, we find her, we get out. No unnecessary bloodshed.â Jake explained. At least it was night, and the lack of light could help them.
After a while of silent flying, Loâak moved to be next to Neteyam. âYo bro, you better not die before introducing me properly- i wanna know who my sister in law is!â Loâak said with a laugh, making Neteyam smile and let out a small laugh.
âYouâll see.â Neteyam said, looking ahead.
The easygoing atmosphere Loâak had made tensed as they could see the forest turn into dry dirt, the smell of burnt wood already reaching them.
It was time to get what was rightfully his.
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You were on the floor of your kelku, hands and feet being tightly tied up, Varang and Quaritch staring as some Mangkwan worked on restraining you.
As the woman finished her work, you groaned at how tight they were, slightly squirming. You stopped as Varang kneeled next to you, her hand going towards the rope.
âI will not give you to themâ She said as she lightly loosened the rope in your hands.Â
âWhat?â You said confused. A part of you expected this, of course, she wasnât going to give up too easily.
âYou are not leaving. You shamed me⊠But still, youâre mine.â You stared confused at Varang. She didnât stare at your eyes, instead looking down at your restraints, her hand hovering over yours, almost as if debating whether she should take your hand in hers.
She had always been stern. More like a strict teacher than a mother, she never patted your head, never congratulated you on your first hunt.Â
She didnât even form Tsaheylu when you were born.
But sheâd lie if she said she didnât care about you. There was something deeply buried in her that made her day-dream about the day youâd turn like her. Of seeing you powerful, severing kurus and claiming lands.
Her hand moved to your face, her thumb fixing some of your smudged paint.
It felt odd⊠Maternal.
âYou were born to be fireâ She said, smiling. There was nothing warm in her smile. âYou just need to ignite it. And after the Sully boy has been dealt with, youâll understandâ
The moment was torn to shreds as Quaritch opened his mouth.Â
âDidnât peg you for the sentimental type, cupcakeâ He said, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he stood next to the kelkuâs entrance.
Varangâs hand left your face as she turned around and hissed at him. âI carried her. I shaped her. She is mine.â She said, standing up and walking towards him.
Without a single extra word they left your kelku, leaving the Mangkwan woman to guard over you.
Outside the kelku, the Mangkwan continued their everyday tasks, some sharpening blades, others working on their scarification.
Varang walked next to Quaritch, their tails dangerously close to intertwining as they spoke.
 âYouâre getting sloppy- Almost looked like you cared.â Quaritch said, staring off into the distance.
âDo not confuse possession with weakness.â She sharply answered.
Quaritch let out a chuckle. âWhatever helps you sleep, sweetheart. But Sullyâs not dumb. He wonât walk in blind.â He said. He was right, Jake wasnât going to just go and turn himself in, they needed a good plan.
The sound of an Ikranâs shriek sounded from the forest, so far away it could have been easily ignored. But Quaritch heard it- they were nearby.
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It was already late in the night. The Mangkwan woman sat in front of you, playing with her arm piercings absently.
Not even you noticed the shadow lurking behind her, until a hand covered her mouth and another slit her throat, your eyes widening.
As her body fell, you finally had a clear view of whoever had come.
âOfewl?!â You said surprised, you were surprised Varang and Quaritch hadn't gotten him, he must have been hiding all this time.
âQuiet.â Ofewl said, quickly getting down on one knee to cut your restraints. âTheyâre at the entrance to the camp, waiting for the Toruk Makto and his sonsâ He said, freeing you.
âIs there any way to escape and find Neteyam before Varang does?â You said as you rubbed your sore wrists getting up.
âThere is a ravine behind the old bone totems, which collapsed during the last storm. No warriors guard it.â He said as he took your hand and guided you out from your kelku, both of you were careful to speak in whispers and only move through the shadows.
The floor was cold under your feet, but your heart felt as if it would leap out of your chest at any second. Youâd finally be free.
A sharp hiss broke the illusion. Just as you were about to escape, Varang materialized behind you two, dual blades in her hands.
She screamed as she ran towards you two, kicking you so hard you fell, and forcing Tsaheylu with Owfel, roaring as she tortured him, Owfel falling to the floor with a cry, his whole body stiff.
Mangkwan warriors arrived and grabbed you both, dragging you back to camp.
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Jake had been watching from afar with keen interest. The camp was in total chaos, more fires were being lit up, and he could hear faint screaming.Â
âLoâak, you stay with the Ikrans. Keep them hidden, if we donât come back-â Jake began speaking, being interrupted by Loâak.
âI know, I know, just donât die, okay?â He said, facing Neteyam, the grim memory of the bullet that almost killed him playing in his head. He couldnât afford losing his brother a second time.
Jake waited a few seconds before speaking. âWe go on foot. Use the chaos.â He said, and he left with Neteyam towards the camp, using what little place they had to hide between the shadows of the night.
Jake was hiding behind a kelku with Neteyam, hearing the ruffle inside the camp. He stared at the commotion, his muscles locked tight.
The dangerous part was that the Mangkwan were armed with RDA equipment, some were shooting up to the sky, others practicing- but one shot and he could possibly lose Neteyam again, or maybe himself.
He couldnât risk it. So they had to be quick, and precise.
He saw Varang exit one of the kelkuâs, yelling orders at some warriors to âContain her!â Which gave him the hint that it was most probable you were inside.
He silently motioned at Neteyam. Neteyam nodded once, his eyes going towards the kelku- they moved slowly, as to not be caught, using the shadows and anything in their way to hide. It seems they expected them to come up-front, so most of the warriors were there.
One of the warriors passed by, and Jake took the chance, hooking his arm against the warriorâs neck, and bringing him to the shadows. Jake took a breath as he held his arm locked tight, feeling the warrior slow down its squirming, and soon enough he was limp. Neteyam picked up the rifle the warrior had as Jake hid the body.
The scent of smoke was stronger each time, stinging their eyes.
âThatâs itâ Jake whispered, pointing at the kelku Varang had left a few minutes ago, now impossibly close to them.
A shout pulled two of the guards away- most probably Varang, calling for reinforcements at the entrance where Quaritch was barking orders. Jake and Neteyam waited for them to leave before quickly scurrying inside the kelku.
Entering the kelku, you were there along with another male, who Neteyam remembered as Ofewl, the Mangkwan that was trying to court you when he was kept with you.
But you didnât look right- your pupils were dilated to an unnatural point, and you were staring at the Sullyâs as if you barely recognized them.
âItâs yopo- Varang used it to subdue herâ Ofewl explained, wincing as he moved, his body now bruised and aching after getting beat up.
That explained Varangâs humor back there.Â
Neteyam ran towards you, but your eyes looked lost, you seeing through him, not at him- then your eyes moved towards the kelku, distracted, not even realizing who was in front of you.
Jake interrupted, lifting you over his shoulder and snapping Neteyam back to reality. You were limp in Jakeâs grasp as now the hardest part of this mission came.
Escaping without being caught.
âDad- wait-â Neteyam began, clearly worried because of your state, but Jake interrupted him. âSon, if we stay here, we dieâ He said.
Ofewl stood up with a hiss of pain, and pointed them towards the ravine past the old bone totems.
âItâs the only way out. Let me guide youâ He said, to which Jake instantly shaked his head.
âYouâre not comingâ Said Jake, his grip on you tightening, they were losing precious time.
You couldnât make out any more words, your mind was too fuzzy, shapes moving, colors vibrating, you could taste sounds on your tongue, which felt so dry.
But you could slowly piece his face, as you went ragdoll mode.
Neteyam.
You thought, as you saw the Mangkwan scream in alert- felt how bullets flew through the air. Everything felt in some sort of slow-mo, the threat of vomit going up your throat present.
Ofewl was there too, his ashen skin now mixed with red, but your mind was too high to realize he had been shot.
You allowed your eyes to close, and in the midst of the chaos, you passed out.
You didnât dream- instead waking up every few minutes to just fall asleep after a few seconds of being up.
You felt how you were put on a Ikran, a strong body behind yours, the soft wind, the smell of ash and burnt wood finally leaving your nose, your paint smearing on the Ikranâs dry skin.
Looking behind, you saw Neteyam, his face concentrated on flying as he spoke words that you couldnât understand, sky-people language, you assumed as the high slowly wore off.
But you finally did it. You were free now.
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NOTES
Hi guys! The end was sorta rushed, sorry! There will be a final 3 part which will be pretty much just fluff and how reader's life turned out after being rescued, and Varang's reaction to it. But anyways, it's a bit rushed because my head has been hurting real bad lately and being in the PC only worsens it x.x - i'll still bring fics! Just be patient w me <3
