there's something comforting about the idea of killing myself with him. choosing our favourite place to do it, using our matching knives, cuddling and reassuring eachother that everything will be alright and that we'll always be together,, for him to be the last thing i'll see before dying,,,, i hope nobody finds us. i want to be in his arms forever, even in death.
I love you so much it feels like I'm being skinned alive. and I like it. I like the ache. because the pain means it's real. pain means you live in me. pain means I'm devoted.
i'm your dream girl but you’re not my type | part two
pairings: various! avatar men x na'vi female reader (jake sully, miles quaritch, neteyam, lo'ak, ao'nung)
series notes: neteyam is aged up to 23, lo'ak & ao'nung are aged up to 22, reader is aged up to 25, reader is morally grey and a coy bitch, infidelity from jake and lo'ak, suggestive themes and smut, varang and miles & lo'ak and tsireya exists here intimately. made up clans and practices for the sake of this series, misogyny, men being men, big age gap for jake and reader & miles and reader. change in canon events and facts.
word count: 9.4k
chapter notes: focus is on jake all throughout (next chapter will be a new arc), full cheating, smut, tsaheylu, bathing, injured jake, jake’s guilt is almost non-existent now, big age gap, reader is still the biggest liar, jake is feeling like his 2009 version again so he’s smooth asf, reader is a shameless two-faced bitch, the word “baby” being spoken by jake is a fucking warning itself.
prompt: there is only one clan that could turn the tides of the war, the zä'raiya clan. whoever they favor, eywa will bless. it just so happens that aid will not be the only thing that these men will beg for but for a woman who’s form of entertainment is stringing along men, mated or not.
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The dawn light filtered through the canopy of the Zä’raiya territory, casting elongated shadows over the ritual grounds where the second trial awaited. The air hummed with anticipation, thicker than the previous day’s mist, as warriors gathered in a wide circle around the central clearing. Towering trees with bark like polished obsidian framed the space, their branches heavy with vines that pulsed faintly with Eywa’s life force.
Jake stood at the edge, his broad shoulders squared, yellow eyes scanning the challenge ahead.
A gauntlet of spectral beasts, illusions woven from the clan’s ancient spiritual arts, designed to test not just strength but the soul’s resilience against fear and doubt.
You watched from the sidelines, your light gray skin glowing under the early rays, golden markings tracing elegant swirls across your full breasts and down the curve of your hips. Your long white hair was braided loosely, strands escaping to frame your face, lilac eyes fixed on Jake with a mix of concern and calculated affection.
The trial would be harder this time. Sa’meyra had warned as much, her blindfolded gaze unerring in its foresight. These weren’t mere direfangs, they were manifestations of inner demons, larger and more relentless, their forms shifting like smoke to exploit weaknesses. Their attacks meant to injure, to kill, to weaken.
Sa’meyra stepped forward, her presence commanding, the black cloth over her eyes a stark contrast to her deep blue skin etched with ritual scars.
"Jake Sully." She intoned, voice resonant like echoing thunder. "The second trial, face the shadows of the mind. Survive, and prove your spirit unbreakable. Fail, and the forest claims you."
The warriors murmured approval, their massive frames, taller and bulkier than any Omatikaya or Metkayina, shifting with respect.
Jake nodded, gripping his bow tighter, muscles rippling under his blue skin as he stepped into the circle.
The air warped, and the first shadow beast lunged, a colossal thanator-like form with eyes like burning coals, its claws raking the earth. He dodged, arrow flying true into its flank, but it dissolved and reformed, larger, fiercer. Sweat beaded on his brow, his tail lashing as he fought, each strike a battle against not just the creature but visions flashing in his mind. Neytiri’s disappointed gaze, his children’s cries, the RDA’s fire raining down. The beasts multiplied, one gashing his thigh deep, another slashing across his chest, blood welling hot and sticky.
You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms, heart pounding as he pressed on.
He succeeded, barely. Dispatching the final shadow with a roar that shook the leaves, collapsing to one knee as the illusions faded. Blood soaked his torso, wounds ragged and deep, his breaths ragged gasps.
The third trial would be postponed, you were sure of it, until he healed fully, no shortcuts in the Zä’raiya ways and Sa’meyra declaring it only confirmed it.
You ran to him then, your voluptuous body moving with urgent grace, white hair streaming behind like a banner. Dropping to your knees in the dirt, you cradled his injured form against your chest, one arm around his broad shoulders, the other pressing gently to staunch the flow from his side. His head lolled against your soft breasts, the warmth of your skin a stark contrast to his cooling sweat.
"Jake." You whispered urgently, voice trembling with feigned worry, lilac eyes wide. "I’m here."
You called for your sister, the words sharp over the murmurs.
"Sa’meyra! He needs you now!"
Warriors surged forward, their huge hands lifting Jake’s limp body with reverence, carrying him to the healer’s tent, a spacious marui woven with healing herbs and glowing fungi that bathed the interior in soothing blue light.
You never let go of his hand, your fingers interlaced with his larger ones, thumb stroking the rough knuckles as they laid him on the woven mat. The comfort it brought him was evident in the slight squeeze he managed, yellow eyes fluttering briefly to meet yours before pain pulled him under.
Sa’meyra worked swiftly, her hands glowing with Eywa’s energy as she applied salves and chanted low incantations, sealing the worst of the gashes. Jake fell asleep under her care, his massive chest rising and falling more steadily, face slackened in exhaustion.
Once finished, she turned to you, a knowing smirk playing on her lips beneath the blindfold. "Your man almost died out there, little tsmuke. Reckless, for one so vital to our visions."
You rolled your eyes, a flicker of annoyance crossing your pretty features, and stood, brushing dirt from your thighs.
"He’s not my man yet." You retorted lightly, though the words carried a possessive edge.
Turning to leave, you planned your next move, fetching food and water for when he woke. Fresh fruits, healing broth, anything to cement your presence at his side.
Hours later, as the sun climbed high, Jake stirred in the dim tent, the scent of herbs and your subtle floral aroma filling his senses. His eyes opened to find you sitting cross-legged beside him, your curves accentuated by the way your wrap clung to your body, full lips pursed in quiet vigil.
Your lilac eyes lit up as he moved, white hair catching the light like spun silver.
"You’re an idiot." You said, voice a mix of scolding and relief, leaning forward so your breasts brushed his arm. "You almost died out there pushing yourself like that."
He laughed weakly, the sound rough but genuine, wincing as it pulled at his bandaged chest. His yellow eyes crinkled with amusement, hand reaching for yours.
"Was just seizing the opportunity to impress you, but ended up almost killing myself, huh?" The self-deprecating grin made him look boyish, scars and all.
You glared at him, brows furrowing in mock severity, but the expression cracked into a giggle, light and musical, your free hand coming up to cover your mouth. The sound eased the tension in his body, drawing him closer to you.
Gently, you caressed his face, fingertips tracing the strong line of his jaw, gazing deep into his eyes, yellow meeting lilac in a moment charged with unspoken heat.
"Be careful." You murmured, voice softening, thumb brushing his lower lip. "Because if you died, then…"
He waited, breath held, the air thickening between you.
"Then?" He prompted, voice husky, leaning into your touch.
You bit your lip shyly, a flush creeping over your gray cheeks, golden markings shimmering as you smiled a teasing radiant curve that lit your entire face. "Then how can I have you as a mate?"
Jake’s heart thudded loudly in his chest, a thunderous rhythm that echoed in his ears, his cock stirring faintly despite the pain.
You, the prettiest woman he’d ever seen, with your ethereal beauty, curves that begged to be worshiped, eyes that promised sin and salvation wanted him as a mate?
The thought sent a surge of possessive pride through him, banishing the lingering guilt like mist before the sun. He grinned, wide and unfiltered, holding your hand tighter and squeezing it, calluses rough against your smooth skin.
"Mate, huh?" He echoed, voice low and playful, yellow eyes darkening with intent.
You smiled teasingly, lifting his hand to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles, tongue flicking out briefly to taste the salt of his skin.
"Yes, mate." You replied, breath warm against him. "Well, that is if you prove yourself and pass all the trials. You have one more left."
Jake’s smile turned cocky, confidence blooming in his chest like a victory roar.
"You’ve just given me all the reason to pass it, sevin." He said, the endearment rolling off his tongue naturally, meaning his words as it suited your glowing allure.
"Heal first." You insisted, though your eyes sparkled with promise, pulling your hand back gently to adjust his bandages.
In your mind, this was the perfect opportunity, a chink in his armor to slip through. You’d place yourself by his side during recovery, tending wounds with touches that lingered, whispers that ignited, until by the time he faced the third trial, you’d be embedded in his being, his thoughts, his desires.
No room for Neytiri’s shadow.
Emboldened by the surge of confidence, feeling young and invincible again, Jake caught your trailing finger between his teeth, biting playfully, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a spark through you, his warm mouth enveloping the digit briefly.
"You’ll take care of me then until I heal, baby?" He asked, releasing it with a wink, the word slipping out intimate and bold.
It felt different calling someone else “baby”, not Neytiri, whose name once evoked the same heat but with you. It felt right like a key turning in a long-locked door, unlocking freedoms he’d forgotten with time.
You bit your lip, heat pooling low in your belly at the nickname, your other hand sliding up to caress his chest, fingers splaying over the firm muscle beneath the bandages, feeling the steady thump of his heart.
"Of course, Jake." You purred, voice laced with double meaning, a glint of mischief in your lilac eyes that promised more than just healing salves. "A warrior needs all the care he can get to heal quicker after all, and I’ll be making sure you get all the care you need."
Your touch dipped lower, tracing the ridges of his abs, teasing the edge of his loincloth without crossing it. Yet.
Jake preened under your attention, a low hum of satisfaction rumbling in his throat, imagining you as his pretty little caretaker. Fetching meals with that sway in your hips, bathing his wounds with hands that explored, nights where “care” turned to him pinning you down, cock buried deep in your tight heat as you moaned his name.
The thought hardened him fully, but he masked it with a grin, pulling you closer. "Can’t wait, sevin. You’re already making me feel better."
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The healers' tent buzzed with the low hum of incantations fading as Jake's wounds stabilized, the glowing fungi dimming to a soft pulse.
Sa'meyra nodded to the warriors, her blindfolded face serene yet authoritative, signaling it was time to move him.
They lifted Jake carefully onto a woven stretcher, his bandaged form heavy but uncomplaining, yellow eyes half-lidded in lingering fatigue.
You walked beside them, your light gray skin shimmering under the dappled light filtering through the canopy, golden markings curling like vines over the swell of your breasts and the dip of your waist. Your white hair swayed with each step, loose braids brushing your bare shoulders, lilac eyes fixed on Jake with a possessive gleam masked as concern.
As they reached his temporary marui, you turned to your sister, voice light but laced with intent. "If you need me, Sa'meyra, I'll be in Jake's marui."
The words hung in the air, heavy with innuendo, your full lips curving into a sly smile.
Sa'meyra rolled her eyes beneath the black cloth, a dramatic sweep that spoke volumes of her exasperation, but she couldn't hide the bark of laughter that escaped her, rich and unfiltered, echoing your shared vulgarity.
"Go on, then." She said, waving a hand dismissively, though amusement danced in her tone. "Just don't break the warrior before he finishes his trials."
You flashed her a wink before slipping away to prepare.
In your own marui, you selected your most revealing attire. A thin beaded top that barely contained your voluptuous curves, the golden threads accentuating the soft globes of your breasts, nipples faintly visible through the sheer fabric. A low-slung skirt of woven fibers hugged your wide hips, slits high enough to reveal the smooth expanse of your thighs with every movement. You gathered a satchel of your belongings, herbal salves, fresh linens, a few personal trinkets, slinging it over your shoulder, the weight pulling the top taut against your chest.
This was no mere caretaking. It was a siege, subtle and seductive, designed to erode his defenses one touch at a time.
Entering Jake's marui, the air was warm and scented with sea salt from the lagoon below, the space simple yet inviting. A wide cot draped in soft hides, woven walls adorned with bioluminescent vines that cast a gentle glow.
Jake sat propped against cushions, his broad chest rising steadily, bandages stark white against his blue skin. His yellow eyes lifted to you, darkening with a flicker of hunger he quickly schooled into casual warmth.
"Since I'll be your caretaker for a while." You said, voice smooth as honeyed nectar, setting your satchel down with deliberate slowness, bending at the waist so your skirt rode up, exposing the curve of your ass and the golden markings trailing down your spine. "I figured I'd just stay here. That way, I can tend to you better. Is that good with you, Jake?"
You straightened, smiling prettily, lilac eyes locking onto his as you turned, ensuring he caught the full view of your body, the way your breasts strained against the beads, hips swaying with innate grace.
Inside, Jake reeled, excitement coiling tight in his gut like a predator ready to pounce, visions of your naked form tangled with his flashing unbidden but outwardly, he masked it with a lazy grin, leaning back on one elbow, muscles flexing subtly under the bandages.
"More than good." He rumbled, voice low and gravelly, the words carrying a promise of their own.
You hid a smirk, biting your lower lip in feigned shyness as you stepped closer, eyes flicking to the cot. "You good with sharing your cot with me then?"
The question was innocent on the surface, but the glint in your gaze betrayed the tease, your tail flicking playfully behind you.
The thought hit Jake like a storm surge.
You, vulnerable and soft beside him through the night, your body heat seeping into his, curves pressing close. Wrong thoughts flooded in, peeling that flimsy top away, mouth on your skin, cock sliding between your thighs but guilt twisted sharp, Neytiri's face haunting the edges of his mind. Still, he couldn't deny the pull, the way you made his blood roar.
"There's nothing better than sharing a bed with the prettiest girl I've ever seen." He admitted, voice husky with restrained desire, yellow eyes tracing the lines of your form.
You giggled, the sound light and bubbling like a hidden spring, and headed toward his sitting form, sliding onto the edge of the cot with fluid ease. You snuggled close to his side, your plush thigh pressing against his, the warmth of your body radiating through the thin fabric.
One hand rested lightly on his knee, fingers tracing idle circles.
"The prettiest, huh?" You murmured coyly, tilting your head to meet his gaze, white hair cascading over one shoulder to brush his arm. "Even prettier than the ones back at your home?"
Your smile was coy, a calculated lure, waiting for the words that would confirm your victory. If he said yes, it meant he saw you as surpassing even his mate, his wife. Laughable, how easily men unraveled.
Jake paused, his mind a whirlwind.
When he was young, Neytiri had been the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Fierce, ethereal, her blue skin glowing like the night sky. But now, here with you, it was different, you were on a whole other level, your light gray skin and golden markings like a divine tapestry, lilac eyes holding secrets that beckoned him deeper.
If anyone outside your clan laid eyes on you, they'd swear you were Eywa incarnate, a goddess of temptation and power. He was just glad fate sent him here, not his sons. Neteyam and Lo'ak would be utterly smitten, their young hearts lost in an instant. The thought ignited a fierce possessiveness in him, primal and unyielding. You... belonged to him, in his mind, a claim staking deeper with every breath.
"Yes." He answered finally, voice firm, the word cementing it, you outshone Neytiri, his own wife, in his eyes now.
His hand covered yours on his knee, squeezing gently.
Satisfaction bloomed in your chest, but you kept it veiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his shoulder.
"Good answer." You whispered, before shifting to practicalities.
The afternoon stretched into a rhythm of intimate care, your touches deliberate, building the fire slowly.
You started with his wounds, kneeling beside the cot as he lay back, your revealing top dipping low to offer a generous view of your cleavage, full breasts heaving slightly with each breath, nipples hardening in the cool air.
"Let me check these." You said softly, voice laced with concern, fingers peeling back the bandages with gentle precision.
Your light gray hands glided over his blue skin, tracing the healing gashes on his chest, nails grazing the ridges of muscle beneath. You bent forward, ass lifting slightly as you reached for a salve jar, the skirt slits parting to reveal the smooth inner curves of your thighs.
Jake's gaze followed, breath deepening, his cock twitching faintly under his loincloth.
Applying the cool paste, you let your palms linger, massaging it in with slow, circular motions, thumbs pressing into the firm planes of his abs, fingers splaying wide to feel the heat of him.
"Does it hurt here?" You asked, voice a sultry murmur, leaning closer so your breath fanned his skin, breasts brushing his arm accidentally-on-purpose.
Each touch was electric, coaxing him to relax into it, to crave more. You wanted him shameless, restraint crumbling like dry earth, and you knew time would deliver him to you.
He groaned softly, eyes half-closed. "A bit... but your hands make it better."
His free hand hovered, then settled on your waist, thumb stroking the golden marking there, a tentative exploration you encouraged with a pleased hum.
Later, you fed him, straddling the edge of the cot with your legs parted just enough to tease, bowl of nutrient-rich stew in hand.
"Open up." You cooed, scooping a spoonful and guiding it to his lips, your other hand steadying his jaw, fingertips tracing the strong line, dipping briefly to his throat as he swallowed.
Broth dribbled slightly, and you wiped it with your thumb, bringing it to your own mouth to lick clean, eyes locked on his.
"Tasty." You purred, the double meaning hanging thick.
He ate slowly, gaze devouring you more than the food, his touches growing bolder, hand sliding up your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh.
As night fell, the marui filled with the symphony of distant waves and chirping night creatures, bioluminescent vines casting a romantic glow.
You changed into a sheer sleep wrap behind a partition, emerging with your curves silhouetted, white hair unbound, tumbling like a waterfall down your back, the fabric clinging to your hips and barely covering your ass. Grinning to yourself at the opportunity, you climbed onto the cot beside him.
"Goodnight, Jake." You said sweetly, turning your back to him intentionally, curling slightly so your body formed an inviting line.
Fifteen minutes passed in tense silence, the air thick with unspoken want.
Jake shifted, turning his body to face your back, yellow eyes tracing the elegant arch of your spine, the way your ass curved plush and perfect under the thin wrap. Just nights ago, he'd been enchanted by you dancing in the firelight, hips swaying like a siren's call and now, here you were, sharing his space, so close he could feel your heat.
His cock stirred at the proximity, guilt flickering but drowned by desire.
You “sleepily” arched your back, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you scooted backward, pressing your plush ass directly against his clothed dick. The friction was immediate, deliberate in its subtlety.
His breath caught in his throat, a sharp inhale, cock hardening instantly, thick and insistent, straining against the fabric as it nestled into the cleft of your cheeks.
Your back pressed snugly to his broad chest, the hard lines of his body molding to your softer one, your ass grinding lightly against his now rigid length. You felt the bulge throb, hot and heavy, and “sleepily” parted your thighs, guiding it lower until it situated beneath your clothed pussy, the thin barrier doing nothing to hide the warmth radiating from your core.
Jake let out a quiet hiss, the sound ragged, his large hands carefully hugging your hips to him, pulling you impossibly closer. He pressed more of his cock against your pussy, the pressure sending sparks through both of you, the fabric dampening slightly from your growing arousal. Your neck was bare, skin flushed and inviting, so he stuffed his face into it, nose burying in the crook, inhaling your floral scent deeply to calm the storm raging in his veins.
He thought you were asleep, all this pushing back unconscious, a sweet dream on your part and he fought the urge to grind, to flip you over and claim you, willing his body to stillness for sleep.
You were so small and pretty in his embrace, fitting perfectly against him like you were made for it, curves yielding to his strength, white hair tickling his arm.
Your arms “accidentally” shifted in your “sleep,” pushing his hands from your hips upward, settling them on the soft globes of flesh at your chest. His palms cupped your breasts instinctively, fingers sinking into the yielding warmth, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples through the wrap before he froze, breath hitching.
But he didn't pull away, instead, he let his hands rest there, heavy and possessive, the weight a silent admission. He tried to sleep, willing his hips still despite the ache, your body feeling so perfect in his arms, warm, pliant, yours in the dark.
Exhaustion finally claimed him, breaths evening out into deep slumber.
You lay there with a smirk curving your lips, eyes open in the glow, savoring the victory of his unconscious surrender. His hands on you, cock still half-hard against your heat, it was only a matter of time.
Satisfied, you closed your eyes and drifted off, body entwined with his.
Hours later, the first rays of Pandora's dawn filtered through the woven walls of the marui, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the tangled forms on the cot.
You stirred awake, your body still pressed intimately against Jake's, the warmth of his massive blue frame enveloping you like a living shield.
His large hands remained cupped over your breasts from the night before, fingers splayed possessively across the soft, heavy swells, even in sleep. The steady rise and fall of his chest pressed against your back, and lower, the insistent hardness of his morning erection throbbed against the cleft of your ass, thick and unyielding through the thin layers of fabric separating you.
A sly smile curved your lips as you turned your face toward him, your lilac eyes fluttering open to meet his sleepy yellow gaze. You placed your hand over one of his, guiding it to squeeze the plush mound of your breast more firmly, feeling your nipple harden under his palm.
"Feeling comfy there, warrior?" You murmured, your voice husky with sleep and teasing intent, white hair tousled wildly across the hides.
Jake's eyes cracked open fully, a lazy grin spreading across his scarred face as he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering peck to your bare shoulder. His lips brushed the light gray skin, warm and reverent.
"Best sleep I've had in years." He rumbled, voice gravelly from slumber, his thumb circling your nipple idly through the sheer wrap, sending a spark of heat straight to your core.
You arched subtly into his touch, savoring the way his body responded, the subtle twitch of his cock against you.
But thoughts of Neytiri flickered in his mind, a pang of guilt twisting in his gut even as he drank in your beauty. The golden markings tracing delicate paths over your curves, your full lips parted invitingly. He could imagine waking to this every day, your lithe form curled against him, but reality clawed at the edges of the fantasy.
Leaning in, you brushed a feather-light kiss along his jaw, your breath warm against his skin, before slipping from his grasp with playful reluctance.
"I'll get breakfast for us." You said sweetly, sliding off the cot, your hips swaying as you adjusted a new wrap that clung to your figure.
Jake watched you go, his gaze lingering on the elegant sway of your white hair down your back, the way your thighs flexed with each step. He groaned softly, adjusting himself to ease the ache in his groin, already missing the press of your body.
In the communal area, the air buzzed with the clan's morning rituals, the scent of fresh fruits and roasted fish mingling with the salty breeze.
You spotted Sa'meyra seated among the elders, her blindfolded eyes turned toward the sounds, long braids draped over her shoulders. Approaching with a woven basket, you greeted her warmly, selecting generous portions of nutrient-rich fruits, tender fish strips, and sweet nectar pods for you and Jake.
She tilted her head, a knowing smirk playing on her full lips as she sensed your purposeful movements.
"Playing the housewife?" She teased, her voice low and laced with amusement, though her posture remained regal.
You smirked back, shrugging with feigned nonchalance, your golden markings catching the light as you balanced the basket on your hip. "Sooner or later, he'll be wanting me to be his mate instead of the one he has."
The words hung bold and unapologetic, a spark of your morally gray ambition shining through.
Sa'meyra's laugh was rich and unrestrained, echoing softly as she shook her head. "Eywa preserve us from your schemes, sister."
You both shared a conspiratorial chuckle before you bid her goodbye, slipping away with your bounty, your expression shifting seamlessly back to that sweet, attentive demeanor, lilac eyes wide and innocent, lips curved in a gentle smile.
Returning to the marui, you found Jake sitting up, testing his bandaged torso with careful stretches. The space felt more intimate now, charged with the remnants of the night's closeness.
You set the food down and perched beside him, scooping a piece of juicy fruit and holding it to his lips.
"Open up." You cooed, your free hand resting on his thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns on the firm muscle.
He leaned in, taking the bite with a chuckle that rumbled through his chest, his yellow eyes locking onto yours with growing heat.
You giggled softly, the sound light and melodic, feeding him another piece while your body angled close, your breast brushing his arm, the scent of your skin mingling with the food's sweetness. He responded in kind, his chuckles deepening as he nipped playfully at your fingers, his hand covering yours to guide the next morsel. The attentiveness was electric, every glance and touch laced with unspoken promises, your laughter weaving a spell that drew him deeper.
After the meal, Jake shifted, flexing his arms with a determined grunt.
"I think I can manage to move properly now, walk a bit, shift around." His voice held a mix of relief and eagerness, the warrior in him itching for mobility.
You nodded, but placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back gently with a coy smile.
"You can, but you have to hold my hand the whole day. You're still not fully recovered, and tomorrow you can move freely without me watching over you like a mother tswin." Your tone was firm yet playful, lilac eyes sparkling as you extended your hand, palm up, fingers beckoning.
He took it without hesitation, his larger grip engulfing yours, calluses rough against your smooth gray skin.
"Deal, sevin." He murmured, pulling you closer for a brief moment, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.
As the morning progressed, you led him through light activities, slow walks along the marui's platform, where the lagoon's waters lapped gently below, your hand never leaving his. But the humidity clung, and soon, the need for cleansing arose.
"You want a bath?" You asked, tilting your head, white hair cascading over one shoulder as you eyed him suggestively.
He nodded, a spark of anticipation in his gaze. "Yeah, could use one."
With your hand still clasped in his, you guided him from the marui, weaving through the misty paths of the Zä’raiya territory to a secluded spring hidden behind a curtain of glowing vines and fern-like fronds.
The air grew thicker with the scent of damp earth and blooming nightflowers, even in daylight, as you pushed aside the hanging foliage to reveal the sanctuary. The water steamed faintly, fed by underground thermal vents, its surface shimmering like polished bioluminescent glass, surrounded by smooth rocks etched with ancient golden runes that pulsed softly with inner light. Towering trees arched overhead, their leaves forming a natural canopy that filtered the sun into dappled patterns on the water.
Few of your people ventured here, making it a perfect haven for uninterrupted intimacy, the distant calls of ikran echoing faintly like a lullaby.
You released his hand only to help him ease into the water first, your touch steady on his arm as he stepped down the gradual slope, the warm liquid rising to lap at his calves, then knees, soothing the aches in his muscles. He sighed in relief, the steam curling around his blue skin, carrying away the grime of recovery. His yellow eyes watched you intently as you straightened, fingers hooking into the ties of your shell top.
With deliberate slowness, you untied it, letting the adornments clatter softly to the mossy bank, your full breasts spilling free, heavy and round, nipples already tightening in the humid air, golden markings swirling like vines across the soft undersides and peaking at the dark tips.
Your lilac eyes locked on his, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you slid your beaded skirt down your hips, the fabric whispering against your light gray skin. It pooled at your feet, revealing the smooth expanse of your thighs and the generous curve of your ass.
Naked now, you stepped into the spring, the water embracing your body like a lover's caress, first your toes, then ankles, calves, until it swirled around your waist, buoying your breasts just above the surface, droplets tracing the golden paths on your skin. You submerged deeper, letting the heat soak into every pore, your white hair floating like a halo around you before you gathered it back.
Jake's breath caught audibly, his gaze raking over you with unmasked hunger, taking in the way the water clung to your curves, how your nipples stood erect against the faint chill of exposure amid the warmth. The thought that you were bare beneath the surface, just as he was now, his own loincloth discarded on the bank, his cock hanging thick and heavy between his powerful thighs, already stirring at the sight of your seductive form.
He grinned, a low, appreciative rumble in his chest, and leaned back against a cluster of soft, glowing moss-covered rocks, the water lapping at his chest. His arms stretched out along the edge, muscles flexing under scarred blue skin, as he gazed at you across the short distance.
"Why you so far away over there?" He asked, voice rough with building desire, yellow eyes half-lidded.
You smirked, the expression wicked and inviting, as you tilted your head, water dripping from your lashes. "You want me closer, Jake?"
Your tone was a sultry challenge, lilac eyes sparkling with mischief as you began to wade toward him, hips swaying subtly through the water.
He nodded, his grin widening, fangs peeking. "Yeah, baby. Need your help in case I slip or fall. Can't have that happening."
The excuse was flimsy, laced with heat, his cock twitching visibly under the water as you approached.
Closing the gap, you moved right up to him, the steam rising between your bodies like a veil. His large hands reached out immediately, gripping your hips with firm possession, pulling you forward until you were straddling his lap on the submerged ledge. Your hands braced on his broad shoulders, fingers splaying over the tense muscles there, feeling the heat of his skin beneath the bandages that were now loosening in the water. Your breasts pressed flush against his chest, the soft, heavy globes squashing against the hard ridges of his pecs, nipples dragging deliciously over his skin with each breath.
You leaned in close, your face inches from his, white hair curtaining one side as droplets traced down your neck.
"Is this close enough for you?" You teased, your voice a breathy whisper, pussy hovering just above his thickening cock, the warmth of the spring mingling with the growing slickness between your thighs.
Jake's gaze was heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust, but he didn't answer right away. His eyes dipped down to where your tits mashed against him, the golden markings glowing faintly in the dappled light, the way they heaved with your quickening breaths.
A low growl escaped his throat, the internal battle flashing in his expression, the pull of duty to Neytiri warring with the raw need you ignited in him.
Bringing your finger to his chin, you lifted it gently but firmly, forcing his yellow eyes back to your lilac ones.
"Eyes up here, warrior. Focus on me." Your words were playful, but there was an edge of command, your thumb brushing his lower lip.
He chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating through the water, up into your core where you felt his cock now fully hard, the thick shaft pressing insistently against your bare pussy, the broad head nudging your folds.
"Can't help it. You're too damn distracting, every inch of you." His hands squeezed your hips harder, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, pulling you down so your clit ground against his length, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you both.
The bath shifted from cleansing to something far more intimate, the air thick with anticipation.
You reached for a cluster of ripe berries from a nearby vine, plump and purple, their juices perfect for lather and crushed them between your palms, the sweet, floral scent blooming as frothy suds formed.
"Let me wash you properly." You murmured, your hands moving to his head first, fingers massaging the suds into his black hair, nails scraping lightly over his scalp.
He groaned low, eyes fluttering shut in bliss, head tilting back as you worked the lather through every strand, rinsing it away with cupped handfuls of water that cascaded down his neck and shoulders.
Your hands didn't stop there.
Sliding down, you soaped his broad shoulders, kneading the knots from his muscles, thumbs pressing into the firm ridges. He hissed softly when you reached his bandaged chest, your touch careful around the healing wounds, circling his nipples until they pebbled under your palms. Lower still, over the defined abs that flexed under your exploration, tracing the V of his hips. Then, boldly, your hand wrapped around his thick cock, the girth filling your fist as you lathered it slowly, stroking from the heavy base up to the flared head, feeling it pulse and throb in your grip.
"Fuck." Jake hissed, hips bucking involuntarily into your hand, yellow eyes snapping open to lock on yours.
Pre-cum beaded at the tip, mixing with the suds as you pumped him steadily, your other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently.
You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, lips trailing along the rough stubble there. "Just cleaning you up, Jake. Nothing more."
But your voice was husky, betraying the lie, as you twisted your wrist on the upstroke, thumb rubbing over the sensitive underside.
He groaned louder, large hands squeezing your hips bruisingly, pulling you tighter against him as his mouth fell to your neck, lips sucking at the pulse point, fangs grazing without breaking skin. His breath came in hot pants against your throat, arousal evident in the way his cock swelled even thicker in your hand.
You kept going until you felt him teeter on the edge, his thighs tensing beneath you, a deep rumble building in his chest but then you stopped, releasing him with a teasing squeeze at the base.
"There. All clean now." You smirked, watching him pant, frustration and need etched on his face.
Jake's eyes darkened, a playful snarl curling his lips as he nipped at your neck, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp and arch. “My turn, then."
His voice was gravel, hands sliding up your back to gather your white hair, working the berry suds into it with surprising gentleness, fingers massaging your scalp until you melted against him, a soft moan escaping your lips. He rinsed it thoroughly, water pouring over your shoulders, before his hands moved to your body.
Starting at your neck, he soaped the elegant column, thumbs stroking the tendons there. Down to your shoulders, then cupping your breasts, large hands engulfing the heavy swells, kneading them firmly, soap slicking over the golden markings.
"These are the prettiest tits I've ever seen." He murmured, voice reverent and rough, pinching your nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling them until they ached with pleasure.
He leaned down, lips brushing kisses along the swirling gold patterns, tongue flicking out to taste the suds and your skin.
Your breath hitched, back arching to push yourself into his mouth as he sucked one nipple between his lips, teeth grazing the peak before soothing it with his tongue. His hands continued lower, soaping your stomach, fingers dipping into your navel, then sliding between your thighs. You parted them instinctively, and he groaned at the feel of your slick pussy, fingers parting your folds to rub slow, firm circles over your clit.
"Jake." You whimpered, hips rocking against his hand, the water splashing softly around you as pleasure built.
He chuckled against your breast, the vibration sending jolts straight to your core. "You like that, pretty girl? Your sweet pussy being touched by an older man like this?"
His fingers delved deeper, two thick digits pushing into your tight pussy, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside while his thumb kept working your clit.
"Yes. Fuck, yes." You moaned, nails digging into his shoulders, head falling back as waves of heat coiled tighter.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses to your neck, sucking marks into the gray skin, his free hand gripping your ass to hold you steady as you ground down on his fingers. He didn't let up, pumping in and out, the squelch of your arousal mixing with the water's lap, until your climax shattered through you.
You cried out, pussy clenching hard around his fingers, juices flooding his hand as your body shuddered, teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle the sound.
"That's it, cum for me." He cooed, voice soothing as he worked you through it, slowing his strokes until you sagged against him, panting.
But the afterglow was short-lived. Impulsively, he captured your lips in a kiss, sensual and hungry, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with yours, tasting the sweetness of the berries and your shared moans.
This was the first time you kissed.
You kissed him back fiercely, bodies pressing closer, water sloshing as your hands explored, fingers tugging at his braids, nails scraping his back. His tongue swirled against yours, dominant yet needy, and when you bit his lower lip, he opened wider, growling into your mouth.
You pulled back for air, chest heaving, but he followed, sealing his lips to yours again in a deep, passionate claim, unwilling to break the connection.
Finally, he eased back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression raw and determined.
"You said you want me to be your mate, right?" His voice was rough with emotion, hands framing your face. "I'll finish the trial, (Y/N). And after... I'll mate you. Make you mine."
Surprise widened your lilac eyes, but inside, triumph bloomed, your careful seduction paying off in ways you'd only dreamed.
Before you could form words, he surged forward, kissing you again with sealing intensity, tongues dancing as the promise hung between you, the spring's warmth mirroring the fire now binding your fates.
Days blurred into a haze of tender recovery and deepening intimacy within the woven confines of Jake's marui, the humid air of Zä’raiya territory carrying the constant whisper of ocean waves and rustling vines.
You remained his constant shadow, tending to his every need with a mix of genuine care and calculated affection, changing bandages that peeled away like old skin, massaging the lingering stiffness from his limbs with oils scented like crushed petals, and sharing meals where your fingers lingered on his lips a beat too long.
Jake's body mended swiftly under your watchful lilac gaze, the scars on his blue torso fading to silvery lines that you traced absentmindedly during quiet evenings, your touch light as a breeze over the ridges of his abs.
He had become utterly dependent on your presence, the warrior's once-independent stride now syncing with yours, his yellow eyes seeking you out even in crowded clan gatherings.
Mornings found you tangled in the furs, his massive arm draped over your waist, pulling you flush against the solid wall of his chest, the heat of his breath stirring strands of your white hair. Nights ended the same way, after stolen moments of conversation where his deep voice rumbled stories of battles past, your head pillowed on his thigh, fingers idly combing through the dark braids at his temple.
But since that steamy bath in the spring, he'd held back, his kisses fierce yet stopping short of full surrender, lips claiming yours in heated make-outs that left you both breathless, tongues sliding in urgent dances, his hands roaming your curves with possessive squeezes before he pulled away, jaw clenched with restraint.
"Not yet, baby." He'd murmur against your throat, voice thick with need. "Waitin' for the last one. Gotta do this right."
It was his way of honoring you and your clan, chaining his desire until he could claim you without the weight of unfinished duty.
The morning of the final trial dawned with a sky streaked in fiery oranges and purples, the clan's energy humming like a live wire through the reef platforms.
You stood before Jake in the marui's dim light, adjusting the woven straps of his ceremonial gear, simple yet adorned with iridescent shells that caught the early glow. His broad shoulders filled the space, muscles rippling under blue skin as he flexed his fully healed arms, no trace of the agony that had felled him days before.
You stepped closer, the scent of your skin, earthy and faintly floral mingling with the salt air, your light gray form clad in a fitted top that hugged the generous swell of your breasts and a skirt slit high on your thighs.
"This is it." You whispered, voice laced with pride and a hint of your coy thrill, rising on tiptoes to cup his scarred face in your hands.
Your thumbs brushed the sharp angles of his cheekbones, lilac eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his breath hitch. Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss, soft at first, then deepening as his mouth parted, his tongue sweeping in to taste you with a low groan that vibrated through your chest. His hands settled on your hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh there, pulling you against the growing bulge in his loincloth, but you eased back before it escalated, nipping his lower lip playfully.
"Come back to me victorious, Jake." You said, your tone husky, a secretive smile curving your full lips as you smoothed his queue over his shoulder.
He nodded, yellow eyes dark with promise, his large palm covering yours briefly before he turned toward the exit, the sway of his tail betraying the tension coiling in him.
You followed him out, weaving through the assembling clan members whose bioluminescent markings flickered in anticipation, the air thick with chants and the rhythmic beat of drums echoing from the central platform.
Sa'meyra stood at the forefront, her blindfolded eyes turned skyward as if communing with unseen forces, her long braids swaying with the breeze.
The tsahik's voice rang out clear and commanding, silencing the murmurs. "The trials of Zä’raiya test the spirit's fire and the body's endurance. Jake Sully of the Omatikaya has faced the first two and emerged unbroken. Today, he undertakes the last, the Trial of Echoes, where one must navigate the labyrinth of forgotten depths, confronting illusions born of Eywa's whispers. Only the worthy return."
Her words hung heavy, the clan's collective breath drawing in sharp, this trial was legend, a gauntlet of twisting underwater caverns riddled with hallucinatory visions that preyed on deepest fears, demanding not just strength but unyielding will. No outsider had ever attempted it, let alone survived.
Jake met your gaze one last time from the platform's edge, a determined nod passing between you before he dove into the lagoon's embrace, his powerful form slicing through the water like a spear, vanishing into the shadowed reefs below.
Hours stretched into an agonizing eternity, the sun climbing high then dipping toward afternoon, the clan gathered in tense vigil, elders murmuring prayers, children wide-eyed, the waves lapping restlessly at the roots. Your heart pounded in sync with the distant drums, fingers twisting the edge of your skirt as you stood beside Sa'meyra, her hand squeezing your arm in silent solidarity.
Whispers of doubt rippled through the crowd, but you held your chin high, your white hair catching the light like a banner of confidence.
Then, a ripple broke the surface far out in the lagoon, a dark shape surging upward, breaking through with a gasp that echoed across the water.
Jake emerged, water streaming from his soaked braids and broad frame, chest heaving as he swam toward the platform with powerful strokes. Cheers erupted like thunder, the Zä’raiya people rising in a wave of ululating cries, fists pumping the air. He hauled himself onto the woven edge, blue skin glistening, muscles taut and trembling from exertion, but his yellow eyes burned with triumph, scanning the crowd until they found you.
Sa'meyra stepped forward, her regal posture unwavering as the noise faded to expectant hush.
"Jake Sully has conquered the Trial of Echoes." She proclaimed, voice resonant with authority and a rare warmth. "He has proven his heart aligns with Eywa's will. For the first time, an outsider stands as one of Zä’raiya."
The declaration ignited fresh roars of approval, bodies pressing forward in celebration.
From your place at Sa'meyra's side, you grinned at him, wide and radiant, lilac eyes sparkling with unbridled joy and something deeper, more possessive. Your golden markings seemed to pulse faintly in the excitement, drawing his gaze like a magnet.
As the tsahik nodded permission, you descended the steps gracefully, hips swaying with natural allure, the crowd parting like water. Reaching him, you held out the necklace, a intricate weave of polished coral, glowing vines, and a central pendant shaped like an atokirina, the wood sprite frozen in iridescent stone.
"Wear this, Jake." You said softly, voice trembling with emotion as you lifted it toward his neck. "A mark of our bond, of you belonging here, with us, with me."
His fingers brushed yours as he took it, the rough pads of his skin sending a shiver up your arm. He fastened it around his thick neck, the pendant settling against his collarbone, and smiled down at you.
A genuine, heart-melting curve of his lips that crinkled the corners of his eyes, fangs peeking in boyish delight. The urge to pull you into his arms flickered across his face, his hand twitching toward your waist, but he restrained it with visible effort, aware of the watching eyes.
Instead, he leaned in just enough to murmur, his breath warm against your ear, laced with raw gratitude. "Couldn't have done it without you, baby girl."
The clan buzzed into motion, preparations for the evening's feast underway, fires kindled on the platforms, haunches of roasted hexapede turning on spits, the air filling with savory smoke and laughter. In the joyful chaos, you caught Jake's hand, tugging him gently toward the shadowed paths leading away from the center.
"Come with me." You whispered, your grip firm and inviting, leading him through vine-draped trails that wound deeper into the clan's sacred groves.
The sounds of preparation faded behind you, replaced by the soft chirps of nocturnal creatures stirring early and the rustle of broad leaves underfoot.
You emerged into a hidden glade where the Tree of Eywa loomed like a colossal dream, its roots twisting into the earth like ancient serpents, branches sprawling upward in a canopy that blotted the sky, tendrils of bioluminescent fibers dangling like stars brought to ground. Unlike the delicate, whispering Tree of Voices in the Omatikaya forests, this was a behemoth of raw power, the air thrumming with an electric vitality, pollen-like seeds drifting lazily in shafts of filtered light, each one pulsing with inner light.
Jake halted, jaw slackening in awe, his yellow eyes widening as he took in the scale, the way the fibers hummed a low, resonant song that vibrated through his bones.
"This... it's somethin' else." He breathed, voice hushed with reverence, stepping closer as if drawn by an invisible thread, his tail flicking in wonder.
You smiled, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the corded muscle tense under your palm. "Connect here, Jake. Feel her true strength in our lands."
Your words were gentle urging, lilac eyes soft as you guided him to a low-hanging tendril, the fiber's glow reflecting in your white hair like a crown.
He hesitated only a moment, then reached up, his neural queue uncoiling from its braid with a soft hiss. The connection snapped into place, the tendril wrapping around his queue in a intimate braid, and his body went rigid, eyes fluttering shut as a gasp escaped his lips.
Eywa flooded him.
Stronger, more visceral than any bond he'd known, visions cascading like a torrent. The clan's history etched in light, the pulse of Pandora's heart syncing with his own, a profound acceptance washing away the trials' scars. Minutes passed in silence, his chest rising and falling deeply, until he disconnected with a shuddering exhale, the tendril releasing him reluctantly.
Turning to you, his expression was transformed, raw wonder softening the hard lines of his face.
You stood there smiling prettily, head tilted, the golden swirls on your cheeks catching the tree's glow, your full lips parted in quiet delight, the curve of your neck exposed invitingly.
He closed the distance in two strides, large hands framing your face as he captured your mouth in a wet, open-mouthed kiss, tongues tangling immediately, hungry and unrestrained, his fangs grazing your lower lip as he poured his awe into the press of his body against yours.
Pulling back just enough, he grinned boyishly, eyes sparkling with mischief and heat. "That was... intense. But you're what I need right now."
Your laughter bubbled low and throaty, hands sliding up his chest to hook into the necklace, tugging him down for another kiss as you backed toward a bed of soft moss beneath the tree's roots. Instincts ignited like dry tinder, his mouth trailed fire down your neck, sucking bruises into the light gray skin while your fingers worked the ties of his gear, shoving it aside to expose the hard planes of his torso. You pushed him down onto the moss, straddling his hips, grinding your core against the rigid length of his cock straining through the thin fabric.
"Been waitin' for this." He growled, hands yanking at your top to free your breasts, palming the heavy orbs with rough squeezes, thumbs flicking the dark nipples until they pebbled stiffly.
You moaned into his mouth, arching as his lips latched onto one peak, sucking hard while his tongue lashed the sensitive bud, teeth nipping just enough to sting. Your hands roamed lower, shoving his loincloth away to wrap around his thick cock, veins pulsing under your grip as you stroked from the heavy base to the leaking tip, smearing pre-cum with your thumb. He bucked up, a guttural curse escaping as you pumped him steadily, your other hand cupping his balls, rolling the taut sac.
"Fuck, (Y/N), your hand feels so good." He rasped, yellow eyes locked on your face, watching the flush creep over your cheeks.
Rising slightly, you positioned yourself, guiding his broad head to your slick entrance, sinking down inch by inch with a shared hiss, the stretch burning sweetly as your pussy clenched around his girth, walls fluttering to accommodate him. He filled you completely, the angle hitting deep, and as you bottomed out, a gasp tore from your throat.
But then, something extraordinary happened, the golden markings on your skin ignited, glowing with an ethereal light that pulsed in time with your racing hearts, illuminating the glade in soft amber hues.
Jake's eyes widened in awe, hands tracing the luminous patterns across your hips and up to your breasts, where they flared brighter under his touch.
"Holy shit... look at you." He whispered, voice reverent, thrusting up experimentally to watch the glow intensify along your thighs.
In the haze of building pleasure, you sensed the moment, his queue twitching near yours.
"Connect with me." You urged breathlessly, leaning forward so your queues brushed, the tendrils seeking each other instinctively.
Tsaheylu formed with a electric snap, sensations amplifying tenfold. His awe flooding your mind, the raw pleasure of his cock buried deep echoing through your nerves. You shielded your true self carefully, pushing forward only the pure attraction, the desire that made your body arch and clench around him, keeping the manipulative edges buried deep. He groaned at the bond, hips snapping up harder, the glow of your markings blazing like stars as he fucked into you with powerful rolls, the slap of skin on skin mingling with your moans.
Victory surged through you, hot and triumphant, not just his cock claiming your pussy in relentless thrusts, but the tsaheylu sealing him to you, a profound betrayal to Neytiri that twisted like sweet poison in your veins. He was yours now, body and soul, the bond carrying waves of his guilt-tinged ecstasy, but you drowned it in shared bliss, nails raking down his back as your climax built.
"Come with me, Jake." You panted, grinding down to take him deeper, the glow pulsing wildly.
He roared, fingers bruising your ass as he drove up one final time, cock swelling before spilling hot cum deep inside you, the sensation triggering your own release, pussy spasming around him, milking every drop as stars burst behind your eyes.
But he wasn't done.
Flipping you onto your back with effortless strength, he hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he plunged back in, the new angle letting him grind against your clit with each brutal thrust.
"Gonna take you again." He snarled, lips crashing to yours in sloppy kisses, the bond transmitting his insatiable hunger.
Your breasts bounced with the force, golden light flickering erratically as he pounded relentlessly, sweat slicking your joined bodies. You wrapped your legs tighter, heels digging into his back, urging him on until another orgasm ripped through you, walls fluttering wildly. He followed with a guttural shout, flooding you anew, collapsing atop you in a heaving, satisfied tangle.
In the afterglow, he lifted his head, yellow eyes soft as he pressed sweet kisses to your swollen lips, then your forehead, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
"I'm happy here, with you in Zä’raiya." He murmured, voice rough with emotion, fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip. "You make me feel... alive again. Young, free, no more chains, no heaviness. Just this."
The words wrapped around your heart like vines, his sincerity bleeding through the fading tsaheylu.
You fight a smirk and just smiled up at him, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks, tasting the salt of his skin, before you both rose, dressing with lingering touches, his hands steadying you as you tied your skirt, yours adjusting his necklace with a possessive pat.
Hand in hand, queues swaying loosely, you walked back toward the clan's glow, the path lit by emerging bioluminescence.
You grinned at him, squeezing his fingers. "Ready for your celebration, warrior?"
He lifted your hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles with a tender nip. "Of course, baby."
Hook, line, and sinker.
A faint smirk ghosted your lips as you held his hand tighter.
Lo‘ak humping his pillow because it smells so much like you 😏
Lo‘ak x human reader, minors dni 🔞
Warnings: subby Lo‘ak, pillow humping, scent kink
Originally, Lo‘ak had been looking for you. But when he found your room at hells gate empty, he had decided to wait. Flopped down onto your too small bed that creaked under his weight and stretched his long limbs with a groan.
It was boring at first. There wasn’t much to do while he waited, so he started rummaging through your stuff. Colorful underwear he did not understand the purpose of, little squares wrapped in plastic in your nightstand drawer, a pink book with a tiny lock attached to it and a few very strange looking things that he did not know existed and why you possessed them, especially because of the way they looked similar to something else entirely. But it couldn’t be that, could it?
Sighing, Lo‘ak laid himself down sideways, his face nuzzling into the fluffy white pillow and that’s when it smelled it.
Your pillow was smelling so much like you, not the version of yourself that came fresh from the shower, when you smelled of soap and perfume and Lo‘ak wanted to rub his entire face along your skin to get that horrible smell off of you. No, your pillow was smelling like you.
After this realization, Lo‘ak doesn’t know how exactly things had escalated so quickly. When he’d pushed that pillow down and away from his face, started rubbing his aching cock against it while he whimpered your name.
Truthfully, he felt like a pervert. He was disgusting and shameful and the great mother should curse him for doing such unspeakable acts, but by eywa did it feel good. He could not stop himself, even if he wanted to.
The fabric was rough against his length, wet with pre-cum that had soaked it nearly see-through. His hips were restlessly thrusting and bucking as he pressed himself harder against it, whimpering your name as more of your scent came through with his rapid movements.
If he closed his eyes hard enough, he could imagine you laying beneath him and not just your lifeless pillow. His cock throbbed hard at the thought, pink tip oozing more pre as his hips twitched and his humping turned more desperate.
Lo‘aks face was half pressed against your mattress, drool running freely from his parted lips as he moaned and whined and cried out your name, whimpered curses and prayers and pleas. When he came it was messy, his cum soaking the fabric and smearing between the pillow and his body, warm and sticky and gross. But it felt so good, it took him entirely too long to get his hips to stop their thrusting. Too long before it was painful and he shuddered with how overstimulated he’d become. His cock felt raw and sensitive, drenched in cum and sweat and fuck, he was growing hard again, wasn’t he?
With a sigh, Lo‘ak managed to roll onto his back, the pillow now abandoned as he shivered with the afterglow of his orgasm. His cock was already hard and leaking, twitching against his lower abdomen as if begging for more stimulation. But it had been so intense, all he could muster was a lazy hand around his base, stroking once, twice, his toes curling and his back arching. His mind was so clouded with lust, his thoughts filled with images of you, that he hadn’t even realized that someone had been standing at the door, watching him.
"Lo'ak you skxawng!" as you scanned him from head to toe, his blue skin melted into shades of violet. "Eywa ngahu (Eywa be with you)" You shook your head as he did a 360 spin in front of you.
Sunburn all over his beautiful blue body, turning his skin into a beautiful shade of a Yovo Fruit, that you could just EAT UP.
He may be an idiot be be sure knows the effect he has on you, the violet hues of his skin riding down below his torso—
"Tanhi! You're here!" He beamed at you, grinning so wide it made his sunburned face glow an almost painful red. and that ridiculous seaweed headband he wears screams trouble
“Help me with this?” he knows exactly what he’s doing, he could’ve had one of his siblings do it but he went out of his way to find you, alone at that.
You sighed as you took the cream and start applying it first to his arms, applying a gentle pressure—
“Aw!! Careful Tanhi! It’s sensitive” he hissed, as he tried his best to relax in your hands
You chuckled, “A big boy like you whining about pressure?” you soothed his broad back and his strong neck.
The tuft muscles on him, poor guy. He looks like he really need a soft hand, and a kind person like you is just what he needs.
“You have really done it this time Lo’ak” he groaned as you applied the cream all over his sensitive skin, massaging it from his sensitive neck down to his scapula and clavicles, both hand just stopping where he wants you to touch the most.
“Okay big boy, on your front” You whispered to his ear sending shivers down to his spine as he tried his best to keep his composure.
He swears, Eywa tests him all the time with how often you tease him, how often he has to change his loin cloth when he’s with yo—
“Perfect, a chair” as you sat on top of him, HIS LAP “Eywa ngahu (Eywa be with me)” He says to himself as you sat comfortably on his lap just inches away from his raging boner.
He goes still as a rock, oblivious to his dilemma you started applying cream to his face, on his neck down to his pectoralis.
And when you ran out of the cream, you tried to get the spare behind him by reaching and moving forward on his pelvis—OH
You stilled, so did he. BUSTED
Getting up from his lap but he moved fast and planted a steel grip on your waist keeping you on his lap.
“Mawey, Tanhi” face to face with his handsome face- you try to wiggled out as you felt it growing harder with each movement.
His lips
His beautiful bioluminescent marks..
“Please, Tanhi—just stay still” he looks almost out of breath saying the last few words.
“Big boy has a big boy?” You say smugly letting yourself feel the moment.
He groaned as he felt you, “ Not now PLEASE—just—help me O-kay?” he moaned with the combination of his sensitive skin and you on his lap, DEAD
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒… The whole clan respects that Tsu’tey is your future mate, except for Ka’lan. When Tsu’tey notices Ka’lan eye you like prey for the hundredth time, Tsu’tey drags you into the forest and fucks you breathless, wanting Ka’lan to know you’re already claimed.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑… Another installment for my event is here! I’m a Tsu’tey girly so I really enjoyed writing this one, especially since this is my first time including marking in smut. As always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!
𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒… event m.list・main m.list・event taglist ・prompt list
You’re standing a few feet away from the training grounds, waiting for Tsu’tey to end his lesson so you can spend some quality time together.
As Tsu’tey’s watching his trainees spar with one another he can’t keep his eyes off you and Ka’lan talking by a nearby tree. He’s taken notice of how much time you’ve spent with him lately and it’s been bothering him because he doesn’t understand why both of you need to converse so much.
You and Tsu’tey aren’t mates yet but you’re towards the end of the courting stage and he feels like he’s made that very clear with the extravagant items he’s created from his bare hands and gifted to you.
Each bracelet, necklace, and piece of clothing are created as statement pieces to make sure every Na’vi knows you are to be mated soon and he feels like everyone respects that except for Ka’lan.
Tsu’tey isn’t upset with you having male friends, he’s fine with that because being Tsakarem means you have to be friendly with everyone. The reason he doesn’t like Ka’lan is because it’s clear he doesn’t just want to be your friend, he wants to come out of the friend zone and step into a romantic light and that’s what pisses Tsu’tey off.
Tsu’tey has noticed Ka’lan eyes hone in on your ass as you walk away, he’s overheard him talking to some of his friends about how he wants to bend you over and make you his, he’s even heard through whispered gossip that he’s planning to try and court you, show you that he’s better suited for you than Tsu’tey.
Oh, how the future Olo’eyktan wants to just snap the skxawngs [moron; idiot] neck for even looking your way but he knows he can’t do that, especially with so many people around to bear witness so he just bottles up his emotions and tries to focus on training the eager warriors around him.
“Focus! Straighten your posture!” Tsu’tey shouts as he walks around, fixing a few of the warrior's stances around him before his gaze wanders backover to where you and Ka’lan are. He doesn’t see anything going on between the both of you that should worry him but a few seconds later he sees Ka’lan place his hand against the tree next to him and lean over a little so he’s closer to you.
Tsu’tey can see the mixture of a smirk and smile that’s on Ka’lan’s face, how his eyes are focused on your plump lips and every few moments they stare at your breasts.
Seeing Ka’lan in your personal space plus the looks he’s giving you is enough for an anger fueled growl to erupt from Tsu’tey’s lips. This is the last straw for him and he’s going to put an end to this once and for all.
Tsu’tey quickly ends training for the day, sending all his students away before walking over and grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from Ka’lan. “‘tey what are you doing? I was in the middle of a conversation!” You shout as he continues dragging you into a secluded area of the forest where no one would be able to intervene in your pending argument.
He doesn’t answer, just continuing to pull you away which annoys you. “Tsu’tey, answer me!” You pull away from him which forces your arm to release from his hold and Tsu’tey turns around to face you. “If this is about Ka’lan I have told you a million times me and him are just friends!”
“And how many times must I tell you he wants to take you from me? He does not want to just be your friend!” He hisses as he throws up his hands in confusion, wondering why you won’t believe him.
He knows his intuition was right, after all, he’s a male himself and he knows you are attractive so he understands other men will take a liking to you, he just doesn’t appreciate Ka’lan doing it so blatantly in front of his face.
Tsu’tey’s husky tone mixed with anger, his heightened voice, and possessive demeanor makes a heat spread through your core. You love him being protective over you, you find it sexy and the more he shows his anger the more you feel the need to clench your thighs to create some sort of friction to give yourself the slightest pleasure.
Even though he’s titillating with his actions, you’re still upset with his behavior. “Yes, he does! He tells me about other women he likes in the clan all the time!” It’s true Ka’lan does tell you about the women he was drawn to but he always left one out, the woman he’s head over heels for.
“What do I have to do to make you understand?!” With you and Tsu’tey going back and forth, it only makes his anger bubble over even more. He’s about to conjure up another rebuttal until he noticed the way your tail is moving behind you.
Being Na’vi, your tail is always moving subconsciously but when you are aroused your tail moves in a specific manner which Tsu’tey always takes notice of. When it clicked in Tsu’tey’s head he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle out of amusement.
Here he is upset that another man was making passes at you and you’re getting turned on from his anger, probably not even listening to a word he’s saying.
He walks up to you, wrapping his hand around your neck, causing your eyes slightly widen as you slightly bite down on your lower lip. “You like this don’t you?” He growls in your ear while slipping his free hand into your loincloth, moving his fingers along your folds that are drenched in your slick.
You hurriedly nod your head, silently gasping when you feel Tsu’tey’s fingers force their way into your pussy, his digits getting immediately soaked in your slick.
He maneuvers his fingertips and starts pressing against your sweet spot, making you grab onto his bicep to keep yourself steady. “Seems like I will have to make you understand another way.” You look up at him with half lidded eyes, watching his lips curl into a slight smirk. He tugs on your bra top, giving it a quick yank and ripping it in half, causing your breasts to pop out.
Tsu’tey has a plan in motion, a plan that consists of putting you in multiple positions, fucking you until your voice is hoarse, and making you scream his name so everyone roaming the forest knows that you belonged to him and no one else.
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Ka’lan is walking through the forest trail with his bow slung lazily over his shoulder, half-listening to the rustling trees, and half-lost in his thoughts. He’s still replaying your laugh from earlier, the way your smile curled when you teased him by the tree, how your nose crinkled when he made that stupid joke about his hunting mishap.
Ka’lan has always liked you, ever since you both were teenagers chasing palulukan [thanator] pups after your parents told you not to. He’s always been able to keep his feelings at bay, but lately? That small crush has stretched into something much deeper than some sort of puppy love.
It’s the kind of wanting and desire that lingers behind his ribcage and causes his throat to tighten every time he sees you walking beside Tsu’tey, holding hands and being lovey dovey. For the last few weeks he’s been noticing something different between you and him.
You laughed at something stupid he said earlier, your fingers brushing his arm without a second thought. Just a small touch, light as a feather, but it lit something in him. ‘She doesn’t touch Tsu’tey like that’, he thought.
But that was a lie, a hopeful delusion and he knows it. Still… things felt different, he can tell. You linger longer when the two of you speak. You look him in the eyes when you speak, not past him like other women do. Sometimes, you let the silence stretch too long, as if something unspoken hung between you, which leads Ka’lan to believe there’s still a chance to win your heart.
Ka’lan has been telling himself to back off, that Tsu’tey is the future Olo’eyktan. A man who can decide his fate in the clan. A man who can make his living hell if he crosses him. But that feeling only lasted until he saw the way Tsu’tey gripped your wrist too tightly when he dragged you away earlier.
Seeing the way Tsu’tey’s eyes followed your every move in a possessive and controlling manner made Ka’lan angry. That moment made him realize that Tsu’tey didn’t deserve you. Simple as that.
When Ka’lan starts trying to think of ways he can woo you, he hears something strange. A noise, something that sounds similar to a muffled cry. He stops walking for a moment, allowing his ears to hone in on where the sound is coming from. His ears perk up at the sound of a particular voice, yours. It’s immediately recognizable. It’s sharp and breathy, echoing faintly through the trees.
At first it sounds like you're screaming and then it turns into a loud cry, causing a panic to flutter in Ka’lan’s chest. Was someone hurting you? Are one of the sky people torturing you? He doesn’t know what’s going on but if someone is hurting you he’s going to come save you.
He picked up his pace, following the sound deeper into the forest. As he walks, the voices grow louder. Your voice. Then another, one he can’t make out at first but it sounds much louder than yours, needier even.
Ka’lan’s chest rises and falls quickly now, his feet moving faster over the roots and moss-covered earth as he weaves through the trees. His grip on his bow has tightened, fingers flexing as instinct braces him for the worst.
He can hear you clearly now. Your voice floating through the air in waves, uneven and raw. “Please—” you gasp.
The word jolt Ka’lan’s heart, making him think you’re now begging your captors for your life. He breaks into a sprint. The trees thinned ahead, sunlight streaking across the clearing. ‘Just a little further’ he says to himself, scanning his eyes across the forest for the sight of you. ‘Just get to her. Get to her and—’
Out of nowhere he stops dead in his tracks. The sound of his breath caught painfully in his throat, as if the wind had been completely knocked out of him. Out of all the scenarios his mind created in his mind, this is the last thing he thought he would witness. The last position he would find you in.
You're bent forward on your hands and knees, body arching into each thrust of Tsu’tey’s hips as he grips your waist with a bruising force, making you claw your nails into the ground underneath you for support. Your mouth is wide open, and your eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure.
Tsu’tey’s behind you, his chest gleaming with sweat, the muscles in his back flexing with every deep roll of his body against yours, like he’s trying to fuck every ounce of his love into you while making sure you know that you’re his.
Ka’lan’s eyes widen at the sight before him, heart lurching violently inside his chest while the scene unfolds. He can see and hear everything: the way your breasts bounce with every harsh thrust, the wet slapping of skin, the creamy ring forming on the base of Tsu’tey’s cock, the possessive grip of Tsu’tey’s hands like he wants to mold your body to his forever.
You aren’t being hurt.
You aren’t in danger.
You’re being claimed.
“Oh, Tsu’tey—harder, please!” you cry out, and Ka’lan flinches at the desperation in your voice. At how your voice isn’t filled with any pain or discomfort, but pure desire. It sounds as if lust is leaking out of your pores.
His heart cracks clean down the middle as he watches the two of you move together like you’ve been made for this. Like you and him are made for each other. He tried to look anywhere but your face, but your eyes, even closed, somehow glowed with something Ka’lan believes Tsu’tey didn’t deserve but still owned completely.
He should turn around. Should walk away and give you and him privacy. But he can’t. He just stands there frozen, hidden partially behind a thick trunk, his large eyes wide with quiet heartbreak and shame. His ears twitched at every wet slap of your bodies meeting, at every moan you gave to the man who clearly had your heart. A man Ka’lan hated. Envied. Even secretly feared.
Ka’lan’s grip tightened on his bow, trying to keep himself together, not knowing what to do. He thinks he’s in the clear, that no one will see him here hidden away in the shadows… until Tsu’tey looks up and meets his gaze.
Ka’lan doesn’t know what he expected him to do. Maybe a flinch, a flash of surprise in eyes, him stopping his attack on your pussy and trying to cover your exposed flesh. But Tsu’tey doesn’t do any of those things.
Instead, Tsu’tey looks him right in the eye and smirks. That same cocky, knowing smirk that has always made Ka’lan want to punch a tree.
Tsu’tey isn’t one bit surprised to see Ka’lan because he knew he was there. Knew he would take this route on his way home, knew he would be nosy enough to come and take a look. He strategically set this up. Tsu’tey wanted Ka’lan to see him destroy your guts, see you in the same position Ka’lan wishes to have you in, and listen to you cry out his name in the process.
Without saying a word, he slips his hands around the front of your body, tightening one hand around your throat, lifting your head up and making your body press closer against his, driving into you deep enough to pull a broken cry from your lips.
He slows down just a tad, rolling his hips in a deep, grinding motion that makes you gasp his name again, unaware of the silent audience just beyond the tree line.
Tsu’tey smirks, leaning over your shoulder, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, cupping your breast and pinching your nipple until you spew out a moan. “Say it,” he growls. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, baby.” you cry softly, feeling his cock press against the spongy spot in your core, your walls fluttering around him each time your ass slams into his pelvis.
Tsu’tey thrusts himself harder into your wetness, enough to make your knees buckle from the force. When he sees your stability falter he catches you with ease, huffing a dark chuckle as you mewl against him. “Say it louder, need the whole forest to hear you.”
“It belong to you, Tsu’tey! Just you!”
“And who do you love?” he asks, voice getting louder, not for you, but for Ka’lan so he can hear that your heart belongs to him.
“Tsu’tey… I love you.” you whimper, clawing at his arm that’s snaked around your pretty frame as he picks up the pace again.
“Tell me who is your future mate.” he demands, glancing up at Ka’lan one more time, a wicked gleam in his eye as he thrust hard, making your entire body jolt forward, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs.
“You! Tsu’tey… only you!”
Ka’lan swallows hard, his jaw locking so tight his teeth aches while his heart twists in his chest. Every word you speak, every moan he hears, is another arrow to his pride, another nail in the coffin of the wishful fantasy he’s been desperately clinging to.
For the final blow, Tsu’tey places soft kisses on the back of your neck before turning your head towards him and engulfing your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss, your tongue and his swirling around each other, fighting each other for dominance.
When he pulls away there’s a line of saliva keeping you and him connected, making everything unraveling between you two even hotter. His hand is gripping your jaw, making sure since you’ve opened your eyes, your focus is on him and him only.
When you look into Tsu’tey’s eyes you see they aren’t their usual golden color, they're much darker, filled with lust, jealousy, and other emotions you can’t put a name to at the moment. Tsu’tey’s voice is low, so low that Ka’lan almost misses it but you hear him clear as day: “No one else will ever get to touch you. Not in this life, not in the next. You are mine.”
Tsu’tey turns your head slightly to the side, giving him a clear view of your throat, the same one he loves shoving his cock in whenever you're giving him attitude. He grazes his tongue across his fangs, looking down at you with something primal in his eyes. His mouth hovers over your skin, then he lowers, biting the nape of your neck.
When you feel his teeth sink into your skin, you let out a sharp hiss, your tail instinctively wrapping around his thigh, and your body melts into Tsu’tey’s, enjoying the euphoria that fills your veins as he marks you.
Marking is one of the oldest Na’vi customs, meant to bind two souls together. A territorial act, born from a time when clans had to fight for their mates. It’s not done lightly. And once it’s done, it’s seen as a vow, a warning, and a claim all in one.
While Tsu’tey marks you, with the taste of your blood on his tongue, he’s looking Ka’lan dead in his eyes, sharp as blades, while he hides behind a tree like a cowering child. Tsu’tey holds Ka’lan in his stare like a warning: You will never have her.
Ka’lan’s heart pounds in his chest, shame and fury tangling together so violently it makes his stomach turn. He wants to fight. He wants to scream. But instead he leaves, not being able to stomach the sight of you being fucked by Tsu’tey any longer.
He turns and walks away, heart pounding so loud it drowns out the sounds behind him. The soft cries, the whispered praises, the wet rhythm of two people tangled in something too deep to ever be undone.
Once Tsu’tey sees that he’s gone, his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. When he’s satisfied, feeling like his point has been proven to Ka’lan and to you, he takes his fangs out of your skin, allowing your blood to settle on his tastebuds. It’s warm but somehow sweet, making him fall more in love with you than he already is, feeling like now your souls are deeply connected now that your blood runs through his veins.
After a while, you and Tsu’tey fall into a steady rhythm again; his thrusts are long, deep, and deliberate, each one pressing into the furthest part of your womb like he’s trying to carve his name into you from the inside. The way his hips roll, slow but firm, makes your thighs tremble with every stroke. His groans turn to curses in Na’vi, breath hot against your neck, voice hoarse and ragged with need.
You cling to him, moaning his name like a prayer, and just as your walls begin to spasm and squeeze around him, he lets out a sharp grunt and buries himself deep, hips locked against you as his hot seed spills inside.
Your back arches as your climax washed over you in thick, aching waves, your vision going white as he fills you, until the pressure is too much and his seed begins to leak out of you, smearing on your thighs, Tsu’tey’s groin, and soaking the earth beneath.
Tsu’tey doesn’t pull out immediately. He stays deep inside you, his breath slowing as he holds you close, one hand splayed possessively over your belly. He presses a kiss to your skin, heart still pounding, and you can feel the weight of something heavier in his touch.
Tsu’tey closes his eyes for a moment, lips brushing against your ear. He doesn’t say it aloud, but it pulses between you anyway. There’s a hope, a want, even a silent wish.
He secretly hopes his seed will take root. That maybe, soon, you will swell with his child. That your womb will grow full with proof you belonged to him, and that no one will ever dare to look your way again.
And beyond that: he wants a family with you, he always has. He wants little feet running through your shared mauri, braids tied with the same beads he once gifted you, a child that had your eyes and his temper, clinging to your hip. Raising children with you would be a greatest honor in his eyes.
Eventually, your trembling slowed, your breathing softened, and the two of you sank into the moss beneath you, limbs still tangled together.
Tsu’tey cradles your face and kisses you again, this time slow and sweet, full of warmth and affection. A stark contrast from earlier. You sigh against his mouth, smiling lazily as you look up at him with tired eyes. “I’m not going to speak to Ka’lan anymore.”
He exhales through his nose, forehead pressed to yours, happy to hear you’re finally seeing things his way. “Good.” It satisfies his soul to know that you’ve finally taken heed to what he’s been expressing to you and that he won’t have to worry about Ka’lan anymore after the show you both just put on for him.
Tsu’tey is never allowing a man to think they have a chance with you, he’ll fill your neck with markings to let every single Na’vi know that you’re bound to him until the end of time.
summary: neteyam keeps coming to your tent; first with wounds, then excuses, then nothing at all. teasing and care turn to trust and unspoken feelings. it isn't until he returns with a serious injury that the truth finally unfolds.
warnings: pure yearning. mostly fluffy and a bit of pining, but there is also some angst.
word count: 1.9k
tsakarem - tsahìk-in-training.
paysyul flower - water lily.
The first time he limps into your healing tent, he’s all arrogance and sharp edges.
A gash runs down his thigh; deep enough to need stitching, shallow enough that he insists it’s nothing.
"Sit," you command, voice steady despite the way his towering frame fills the space.
He smirks, blood dripping between his fingers, but obliges. "Didn’t take you for the bossy type, tsakarem," he teases surveying your features for a reaction.
You ignore him, gathering yalna bark and spider silk. When you kneel beside him, his breath hitches, just once, as your fingers skim his skin.
"This will sting," you warn.
He leans in, voices a low rumble. "I like it when it stings."
You swallow hard.
With practiced care, you smooth the thick paste along the wound, nimble fingers gentle against his skin. Taking the thread, you begin stitching the edges closed, each careful pull precise and steady, your focus unwavering as you work to ease the pain and ensure the wound heals cleanly.
He barely moves beneath your touch, jaw clenched as he watches you from beneath his lashes. You murmur soft reassurances as you work, reminding him to breathe, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin whenever his muscles tense.
When the last stitch is tied off, you press a clean cloth over the wound, checking your work with a quiet nod, before sending him off.
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Three eclipses later, he’s back – this time with a bruised rib.
"Fell off a branch," he mumbles, wincing as you prod the swelling.
You arch a brow suspiciously. "You? The great warrior… fell?”
His laughter is warm, and closer than necessary. "Maybe I just wanted to hear you scold me again."
Your hands hesitate over his ribs. His heartbeat thrumming beneath your fingertips. “You need to be more careful, Neteyam,” you chastise, unimpressed at his new-found clumsiness.
Your hands still, clicking your tongue. “One day I won’t be here to patch you up.”
You reach for the salve anyway, smoothing it over the bruise with gentle pressure. He hisses, then relaxes, leaning subtly into your touch as if the pain is worth it just to be here; under your careful hands and watchful gaze.
His smile falters, just a fraction, at your words. “Yeah,” he murmurs, quieter now. “But you are now.”
A soft smile tugs at your lips. You glance up at him, warmth settling in your chest as your thumb traces a soothing circle near the bruise.
“You enjoy this too much,” you mutter, face falling serious, trying to sound stern.
“Maybe,” he replies softly, eyes fixed on your face. “But I trust you.”
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The next time, his excuse is thinner than mist. You have to suppress the urge to roll your eyes.
A shallow scratch across his palm; barely deserving of the poultice you press to it.
But when your fingers linger, he turns his hand, his touch grazing yours, almost – almost – intertwining. The contact sends a quiet jolt up your arm, unwelcome yet undeniable.
“Tell me, healer,” he murmurs, fingers brushing over your knuckles, voice low and deliberate. “Do you tend to all the warriors… or just me?”
Your pulse stutters. “Just the reckless ones,” you scoff, forcing a lightness into your tone as you dab the salve more firmly than necessary.
He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his grin widens, all trouble and fangs. “Lucky me.”
You finally look up at him then, catching the way his eyes linger – soft, searching, entirely too familiar. For a fleeting moment, neither of you moves, the air between you taut with something unspoken, before you clear your throat and tug your hand free, pretending your heart isn’t racing.
“All done.”
He gives you a knowing look, head tilting slightly. Your gaze does not meet his, and your fingers writhe gently in your lap. He rises silently uttering a careful ‘thank you’ before disappearing behind the flaps of your tent.
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Then comes the night he arrives with no wound at all.
Just a single, perfect paysyul flower – rare, delicate, glowing softly in the dark.
"For you," he says, uncharacteristically quiet.
You stare at his outstretched hand offering you the delicate bundle of petals. Your body is enveloped by a warmth akin to the sun-soaked shallows of the forest, where the water holds heat long after the day has faded; it paints your face with a faint violet tint, and causes a familiar fluttering sensation in your chest.
His fingers brush yours as you take the flower, his touch too deliberate to be accidental. The petals glow softly between your hands, casting shimmering reflections across his face, illuminating the quiet intensity in his golden eyes.
"You… brought me this?" you ask, voice barely above a whisper.
He steps closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him, and can catch the scent of earth and morning dew clinging to his skin.
"Couldn’t think of a better excuse to see you," he admits, voice rough at the edges. His thumb grazes your wrist before he adds, softer. "Missed you."
The confession lingers in the air between you, fragile as the flower’s glow.
And then –
His hand slides up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face toward his.
"Tell me to stop," he murmurs, lips hovering so near yours you can taste his breath, sweet with the nectar of the forest.
You don’t.
The moment hangs, heavy with anticipation. His thumb is tracing circles on your jaw, his gaze locked on your lips. You can feel his breath against your skin, warm and just slightly desperate.
And then, from outside the camp, the sound of footsteps and a familiar voice rings through the night…
"Neteyam!"
His head snaps up, eyes flashing with irritation, before he lets out a sigh, almost annoyed. "Damn it,” he mumbles with a small huff.
"What is it?" he calls back, not taking his hand off your cheek. Your skin burns where he holds you, blush deepening into a plum hue.
A few moments later, a figure appears behind the tent flap. Lo’ak peers curiously, his gaze flicking between you and his brother for a beat. He arches a brow, taking in the sight of Neteyam’s fingers now shifted underneath your chin, before an amused smile creeps onto his face.
"What’s this?" he asks, feigning surprise. "Am I interrupting something here?"
Neteyam shoots him a warning glare. "What do you want, Lo’ak?"
Lo’ak doesn’t miss your reaction, or the way Neteyam’s grip tightens slightly, his thumb pressing into your skin like he’s silently staking a claim.
A slow, shit-eating grin spreads across Lo’ak’s face.
"Ohhh," he drawls, crossing his arms. "So this is where you’ve been sneaking off too lately." His eyes flick to you, mischief dancing in them. "Funny how you only seem to get hurt when she’s on healing duty, bro."
Neteyam’s jaw clenches – hard.
"Lo’ak," he growls, voice low and dangerous.
But his little brother just laughs, backing away with his hands raised in mock surrender. "Alright, alright! Sorry to interrupt... whatever this is." He wiggles his eyebrows. "But dad wants you for something."
And with that, he ducks out of the tent, leaving behind only the sound of his fading laughter and tension thick enough to choke on.
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Weeks pass.
Neteyam stops showing up with flimsy excuses. The playful tension between you fades into something quieter, made of lingering glances, fleeting brushes of fingers – but nothing more.
Then, one night, the tent flaps burst open.
Lo’ak stumbles in, panting, Neteyam slumped heavily against him. Blood soaks through his chest wrap, his breaths ragged. Your stomach plummets.
"What happened?" you demand, already moving, hands steady despite the panic clawing up your throat.
"Stupid ikran hunt," Lo’ak grits out, lowering him onto the mat. "Tried to show off – got clipped mid-dive."
Neteyam’s eyes flutter open, hazy with pain. But when they land on you, his lips twitch weakly. "...Missed you," he slurs, delirious.
Your hands tremble as you peel back the fabric, revealing the deep gash across his ribs.
"You idiot," you whisper, pressing a dapophet pad to the wound. "You could’ve died."
His fingers brush your wrist, barely a ghost of touch. "Worth it… to see you… scowl like that."
Lo’ak groans. "Oh my Eywa, half-dead and he’s still flirting."
You ignore him, focusing on the way Neteyam’s breath hitches when your fingers trace his skin; gentle, but firm.
"Don’t you dare bleed out on me," you murmur, voice thick.
His hand finds yours, squeezing weakly. "...Wouldn’t dream of it, baby."
Your heart pounds out a desperate rhythm as you work, trying to stay focused on the task at hand, but he keeps making it worse. Every ragged breath, every brush of skin, every stolen glance sends adrenaline surging through your veins.
Lo’ak watches quietly from the side, his amusement replaced with concern. He knows better than to distract you, but his eyes flit between you and his brother with growing curiosity.
Neteyam’s gaze is hazy, fever-bright, but still filled with an almost reverent fascination. His fingers find your wrist again, a little firmer this time. The salve stings, but Neteyam doesn’t flinch. His eyes stay locked on yours, even as sweat beads at his temples, even as his fingers twitch against the mat.
You lean closer, checking the stitching. "You’re lucky it didn’t puncture your lung," you mutter, trying to ignore the way his breath hitches when your fingers graze his bare ribs.
His hand suddenly catches yours, pressing your palm flat against his chest, right over his pounding heartbeat.
"Feel that?" he rasps.
You freeze.
"That’s you," he continues, voice rough with pain and something else entirely. "Every time you touch me – every damn time – it does that."
Your breath catches.
Lo’ak, still hovering near the entrance, makes a strangled noise. "Okay, I’m out. I’ll just– go tell Dad you’re not dead."
The tent flaps swish shut behind him, a silence following.
Neteyam’s thumb strokes your wrist. "Stay," he murmurs.
"I’m your healer," you whisper, trembling. "I have to."
He shakes his head, wincing at the movement. "Not… what I meant."
And then – weak but determined – he tugs you down until your forehead rests against his, his breath mingling with yours.
"Stay after," he clarifies, voice raw. "When I’m not just… another wound to fix."
Your pulse thrums where your skin meets his.
Outside, the wind rustles the leaves. Inside, something fragile and long-avoided finally snaps.
You let out a breath shakily, his words settling deep within you. He had stumbled his way into your tent – your life – and had made a home out of your heart.
"I could never leave you," you begin. "You know that. I've always been here– waiting." You take another breath, letting it fill your lungs before you continue, "I will always be with you.” Another breath.
“I see you.”
His grip tightens around your hand, desperate and reverent, words feeling as though they are caught in his throat.
“Say it again," he breathes, voice cracking.
You don’t hesitate.
“I see you.”
A shudder runs through him – half pain, half relief –before he tugs you even closer, your lips hovering just above his, sharing the same air, the same heartbeat.
"Took you long enough," he rasps, but there’s no bite to it, just warmth; just yours. “I see you.”
And when his eyes finally flutter shut from exhaustion, his fingers stay tangled with yours.
