𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… collect things that reminds him of you. Whether it’s small or large, if he sees you in it. Then he won a prize he hopes make u happy.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… lend you his bow when you go on a hunt. You already have your own, but what if you break it? Or what if there’s something bigger than you out there?
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… pick the sweetest fruits out there , not a little, just more than enough so you don’t run out. And when they go bad, he’s on his toes to find more again.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… wear a matching choker with you. Lo’ak questioned him about it and he said he wanted to match you for “Good Luck” (he wants people to know you’re his)
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… get upset when you get hurt while having a couple of bruises and scratches on his back , legs and arms. He hates seeing you hurt. To him, it feels like he didn’t protect you enough.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… let you ride on his ikran with him, instead of your own one. He’s touched starved. Even the lightest touch on his shoulder will make his stomach do karate flips.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… praise you for hours straight while rubbing your muscles and massaging your hair. Helped his mother with a mission. You’re considered a blessing from Eywa in his eyes. He’ll sit on his booty for hours, not caring about the aching pain , while telling you how great you did out there.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… playfully swat you with his tail and act like he didn’t do it. If he can’t directly say he wants your attention. He’ll show it.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… instead of call you by your name when he’s upset or you’re upset, he’ll say “I’m sorry mama” / “you okay handsome/pretty?” “Yawntu, I’m deeply sorry”
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… throw hands and won’t hesitate if someone’s making you uncomfortable. That man will GET DOWN for his loved ones. Including his momma. HE DOES NOT PLAY.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… wear matching beads with you. Oh you want pink, okay he’ll wear pink too. Dare someone tell him it looks zesty..
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… do the back hand thing. Yknow when someone pass the other person and put their hand on the lower back of theirs? Yeah he do’s that but pulls you in. (Lucky).
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… ask his momma bear for advice. He’s scared he’ll make you uncomfortable and that he’ll wake up one day with you wanting to break up with him. One of his biggest fears :(.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… address you as his mate when someone is often too close. “Yes, this is my beloved mate right here. Isn’t she/he/they so gorgeous?”
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… never ask for anything from you, and doesn’t want to make it obvious. He thinks it’s very embarrassing and awkward to show what he wants and how he feels around you :(. He often closed his feelings out as a child. So if he wants a hug, he’ll make up an excuse of “I’m cold” or “I missed you”
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… pace back and forth after an argument with anybody. He’s not like Lo’ak who crashes out and flips plans upside down. He thinks about the event that had happened and what he could’ve done to change to. If he feels like he was in the wrong, give him 5-7 minutes and he’ll apologize. But if he’s not, he’ll wait for the apology. Once he doesn’t get it, he’s the one to apologize :(…
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… say “I’m the oldest. So I’m the protector” no honey.. and it makes you upset. Cause he’s putting his life on the line for the ones he love truly.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… actually care for women and praise their work. He doesn’t do it out of charm. He does it because he realizes how much women put in work for their mates and their clan’s.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… share his food with you! Before training, or after training. He often gets tired and very sleepy. So when he’s full, he’ll pass his food off to you. Or feed you 🥹.
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… leave around sunrise to look for you, or to go start his day. This guy can’t sleep properly at all. 😬. He atleast wakes up at 5am or 3am…
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… drop everything when something goes wrong for you. If he’s sees you cry, he’s folded. “What’s wrong pretty girl/boy/? Tell me.”
𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝒀𝑨𝑴’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬 𝑻𝑶… admire your tattoos from achievements if you’re metkayina. He just can’t handle how perfect and well they fit you. What a gift Eywa threw at him.
A/N: he’s a fein for his partner 😛!! I hope you guys actually like this to be honest. My English sucks but I am so sorry for that , truly. I need to work on it. 🥹!! Should I make a part two? If not, who should I do next?
I just know Spider haters were MAD as hell when Neteyam greeted Spider warmly with a hug, playfully wrestled with him, and called him "little brother." I know they were SEETHING when their little headcanons and TikTok edits about how Neteyam died hating Spider for "getting him killed" were never and will NEVER come true. I know they were jumping up and down fast, like toddlers throwing a tantrum, seeing Spider be on good terms with Neteyam. That just pissed them off so bad that all they can do is whine and complain on TikTok to cope.
a/n: i know i was suppose to post part 3 of my ongoing series but i had no time to write so i made this instead
— he’s patient with everything
rotxo never rushes you when you’re learning something new, Whether it’s riding an ilu, diving deeper underwater, or adjusting to life with the metkayina, he’d stay beside you and encourage you the whole time
— he notices when you’re uncomfortable
even if you don’t say anything, he picks up on small signs, crossed arms, quieter responses, avoiding eye contact, and checks in on you
— he’s a great listener
rotxo would happily sit with you for hours, listening to stories, worries, or random thoughts without interrupting
— his smile immediately appears or brightens whenever he sees you
the second he spots you approaching, his face lights up. he doesn’t even realize he does it
— he loves teaching you about the reef
all the culture, creature, and current fascinates him, and he’d enjoy sharing that knowledge with someone he cares about
— he’s protective without being controlling
if a situation looks dangerous, he’ll stay close and help keep you safe, but he respects your independence
— rotxo is very reassuring
whenever you’re doubting yourself, he’s quick to remind you how capable you are and point out strengths you overlook or when your overthinking, he always reassures you
— he enjoys quiet moments together way more than loud ones
he doesn’t always need conversation. floating in the water, watching the sunset, or simply sitting together is enough for him
— he remembers small details
your favorite sea creature, the places you like to visit, stories you’ve told him once months ago, he somehow remembers all of it
— he’d help you practice anything
if you struggle with a skill, rotxo is the first volunteer for extra practice sessions, no matter how long it takes
— he loves making you laugh
his humor is gentle and playful. He’d tease you lightly just to see you smile, even though you fake it sometimes just because you’re completely smitten - but he doesn’t have to know that
— he gets proud of your accomplishments, sometimes even more proud than you are
if you master a new skill, he’s telling everyone about it, and especially if he was the one who taught you it
⋆˙ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : lo’ak ✘ na’vi!reader
⋆˙ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3k+
⋆˙ 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : heavy angst, major death, blood and severe injury, hurt no comfort, talking about the future, no happy ending, all that fun stuff :>
✮⋆˙ 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 : @cafekitsune !!!
a/n : anyway avatar 3 can’t come soon enough and yes there will be more fics because apparently I enjoy emotional damage. enjoy! (threat) xxx
“Get outta here, guys—” was the first thing Lo’ak gritted out towards Spider, wide gaze fixed on the chaos surrounding them in the SeaDragon.
“Dude, there’s no way we’re going without you—”
“And what about Y/N—”
The utterance of your name sent a harsh pulse through his chest, a reminder that Quaritch and his recom squad deserve everything coming to them for what they've done to you, to his family. “Bro, get out of here, NOW. I'll get her.”
They hesitated, Neteyam’s nostrils flaring as he inhaled, hand gripping Spider's arm as he stared at Lo'ak with frightened eyes. Lo'ak only managed a strained smile, trying to ignore the tightness coiling around his throat like a vine. “I got this, okay? Just go, get dad. Fast.”
His brother’s face twisted with worry before giving a reluctant nod and a rough, affectionate ruffle to Lo’ak’s head, “Be careful, skxawng, or else we won’t hear the end of it. C’mon, Spider.” And with that, he dove back into the water with the human boy.
“L-lo'ak…” your voice, weak and strained like a fraying cord, called out as you leaned heavily against the cold metal railings of the ship.
Once the recoms had retreated after the others created enough chaos, once Lo'ak saw Neteyam and Spider disappear beneath the frothing waves, he wasted no time rushing to the other side — to you — pushing through his own aching pain and the blood trickling warm down his temple.
“Hey, hey, are you good?” he softly queried, a firm arm winding around your waist to help you stay upright.
You granted a stiff nod, mustering the smallest of smiles — fragile as morning mist — as you gripped his forearm, leaning into his frame like he was the only thing keeping you from dissolving. “I-I'm fine, ma Lo'ak. Just a scratch.”
He knew it was a lie. He saw the way one of the avatars had thrown you against the metal structure like you were nothing, saw the blade slice viciously across your abdomen when you'd pushed Lo'ak out of harm's way — always protecting, always sacrificing. But for both your sakes, he tried to cradle the slightest hope in this nightmare, irises frantically scanning for an escape route, for salvation. “C'mon, we gotta get off this ship. Neteyam and Spider are getting dad. Let me help—”
“—I can do it, Lo'ak. I'm fine.” You insisted again, a whimper escaping as his hold tightened when you stumbled. Your eyes fluttered shut momentarily as he guided you toward the edge of the vessel.
Though it was not the sight of finally making it through that halted his steps, but the realization of your body quivering violently, tremors wracking through you like earthquake aftershocks. “Sevin, you're shaking. Like, a-a lot.”
His mouth parched when his now tightened throat allowed him to speak those words, voice scraped raw. A constricting sensation formed in his chest, the knowledge of you being wounded gnawing at him like a beast with relentless teeth.
You knew this, felt it radiating from him in waves, and so you insisted for the third time that you're fine, that you just need to rest. But your breathing was too shallow, too desperate — each inhale a struggle, each exhale a surrender — fingers clutching his wrist as you attempted to lower yourself down.
He beat you to it however, attentively helping you sit up against the ship's wall with a tenderness that belied his panic. Lo'ak crouched beside you, one hand cradling your head for support, fingers threading through your hair.
“O-okay, yeah, sit. Just rest.” A shaky breath tumbled from his lips, head bobbing in what he hoped was reassurance.
“What about you? You are alright?” You remembered the hit he took to his ribs, the blood matting his dark twines like war paint he never wanted. You scrutinized his face, taking in the bruise blooming along his jaw like a poisonous plant, the minor scratch carved across his brow.
But he smiled lightly, wincing as he shifted closer, closing the distance between your pain and his. “I'm fine. Nothing major — just got knocked around, y’know. Nothing I can’t handle already.” He assured, palm rising to stroke your forehead, not caring about his own injuries when you were hurt like this. “Y/N, you sure you're okay? We should—”
You watched as his golden eyes broadened when he moved his hand behind your back, panic lodging in them as his lips parted in silent horror. Your browbone cinched as you tried to sit up straighter. “W-what is wrong?”
The simple act provoked a pained groan and he was quick to hold you still, head shaking in protest. He gave you a reassuring — very wobbly — smile, though tears gathered like storm clouds as reality settled in with cruel weight, pulling you closer against his chest where his heart hammered.
“N-nothing. Just... this isn't what I wanted. I wanted to protect you, I wanted to be better.” He half-lied, voice wavering and whispered, anguish pinching his features as he truly looked at you. The sweat and tears tainting the warm hues of your cheeks, the injuries from being thrown, things jabbing at you while attempting to swim away, the blood pooling beneath you like a crimson shadow.
But despite it all, despite knowing you might not make it, you still managed to look so beautiful to him. “You should have stayed.”
Your eyes searched his expression, tracing every line of grief carved there, understanding the meaning behind those words. “Lo'ak, we've been over this.” Your thumb rose to smooth the crease between his brows — that worried furrow you'd kissed a thousand times. “I don't regret coming with you. How were any of us supposed to know this was going to happen?” You murmured, eyes half-closed but smiling nonetheless — always smiling for him. “But it does not matter. You're enough the way you are, yawne. You don't need to prove anything.”
He tried returning it as best as he could, but the pool of blood increased in size beneath you — spreading, spreading, spreading. “Baby, we need to move. My dad's coming, the others are coming, maybe we can get to them first.” His gaze darted toward the water, searching for any sign of his family through the haze of his tears. Maybe they're trying to get Tuk and Kiri first.
He started muttering under his breath, words too jumbled for you to understand. When you asked what he was saying, his broken gaze traveled down to your abdomen, crimson streaming so openly, streaking your azure tones. He only shook his head. “Nothing, baby. Can you stand? We can get to an ilu right now yeah–” He reached for you but paused, seeing the pain etching your features. “Never mind, I'll carry you to the water, okay? Y’know what, lemme go see if I can get the others, maybe they’re close–”
But you stopped him, fingers winding around his arm with what little strength remained. “H-hey, no, love…” your stuttered words made him look down at you, at your tiny, dazed smile that somehow still held all the light in the world. “Don't. Just stay with me, yeah?”
“Y/N, this isn't the time to stay! You need help.” His voice grows ragged, harsher, edged with panic he couldn’t contain. “We need to go, you need tsahik, I can't just watch you like this, I can't fix this—”
“You don't always have to fix everything, Lo’ak,” you shook your head and his jaw tightened, muscles jumping beneath skin. “And it'll be too late by the time we get there.”
His face crumbled at the realization that you knew — that you'd already accepted what he refused to — but you only sighed, soft and resigned. “Just need to rest, that is all, Lo’.”
He blinked back tears, hating this with every fiber of his being. Hating how you were the one providing comfort in your moment of pain. “Okay, just rest. We don't have to go anywhere. We'll be alright.” His fingers stroked your head gently, entangling within the lovely coils Tsireya and his sisters had helped you with, remembering how radiant you seemed when you showed him, how you'd spun around giggling.
But then crimson met his flesh, and the once beautiful memory burned into ashes, disintegrating. He tenderly stroked his fingertips along your temple, sweetly down your damp cheekbone, trying to memorize every curve, every angle.
The distant sound of ilu clicking and splashing water met his flickering ears, and he knew there would be consequences, questions, but he did not care. You were all that mattered right now.
Water had begun to swarm the ship's surface, bit by bit rising with relentless inevitability. Or was it sinking?
“The ship is going down.” Your chin rested against his shoulder as you peeked toward the sounds of approaching rescue. “And I think they’re looking for you. You should go. You and your family don't deserve more trouble—”
“—I deserve the trouble.” He cut you off, head blocking your view. “And I'm not going anywhere. I'm waiting until you're better, until you've rested, okay?” He uttered as quietly as you, listening to your slow, shallow breathing fade bit by bit, one hand cradling your face while the other pulled you close to his chest.
“Lo'ak... Kehe. You've caused enough worry. That's w-why you need to go.” You protested weakly, barely audible, peering up at him through heavy lids. One hand loosely curled around his wrist while the other rose to his wet braids, trying to memorize their texture one last time, the way they felt between your fingers.
He exhaled at your touch, shaking his head. “If I'm leaving, you're coming with me. Don't worry about them, Y/N.” He whispered, stroking the patterns at the side of your neck. “Just us.”
“Lo'ak,” Exhaustion and warmth sprawled throughout your body, sunset flowing into night.
“Y/N, stop,” he firmly stated, or tried to, though his voice quivered like a plucked string. “We're not doing this. We don't need to.”
“I love you, okay?” You continued as tears warped your vision, both hands holding his wrists like lifelines.
“I-I know you do, believe me I know,” he choked on a sound between a chuckle and a sob, wounded. His eyes searched your face as he cupped your cheeks with infinite gentleness. “But stop. Help is almost here and you're gonna be taken to the village and Tsireya’s scary ass mom will heal you and then we can leave all this behind—”
“Lo'ak,” you said pointedly, using the last of your strength to make him hear you. “There won't be enough time. Please, you have to go, the ship is sinking.”
“No.” He whimpered so softly, so defeatedly, the sound of dreams dying. He pushed his forehead desperately against your temple, flat nose nuzzling your cheek as his shaking hands fell to your shoulders. He clung to the fragile hope in his breaking heart, trying desperately to keep what was left of pure, good light from slipping through his fingers. “You're gonna be saved, someone's coming, you're gonna stay, you're gonna be here with me.”
“My love, no one's coming in time.” You managed a weak chuckle with a slight shake of your head, the truth settling between you like stones in your hearts.
“Y-you have your family. Do you really want them to see this?” His eyes squeeze shut, fighting back a sob. “They're not going to make it.” The whisper barely left your lungs as you struggled to inhale. “I'm not going to make it.”
His face crumpled in anguish, features contorting with a grief too large for his young body to hold, feeling utterly helpless as tears spilled down his cheeks — washing away small streaks of blood, creating clean rivers down his face.
“Don't cry, Lo'ak. You don't need to cry over me, okay?” You mustered a small smile, thumbs dabbing away his tears. “Just hold me right now. It's just you and me, okay? It's alright.”
“No,” he retorted like a young child being told something impossible to accept, brows creasing against yours. “You're hurt and I can't fix this, can't save you! How can you ask me not to cry? This isn't alright, Y/N.”
“It is alright, Lo'ak. Because I'd rather be dying in the arms of the boy I love,” your voice began to tremble as your body lost more strength with each syllable. Lo'ak's hold became more desperate but he tried to give you comfort with every touch, trying to find some solace for himself in that comfort, in the warmth of you still here, still present.
“And that alone makes this okay. Because I'm happy here.” You breathed out as a single tear descended down your cheek like a falling star, nuzzling into his palm.
“J-just stay with me, okay?” He pleaded, digits pushing a bit deeper into your cheeks — not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you there. “Can you keep those pretty eyes open for me? Let me see them—”
“I know you think you're not good enough,” you smiled softly, “but Lo'ak? Falling in love with you... is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.” His face flushed at your words, chin tucking into his chest as emotion overwhelmed him. “You let me in and I got to see every part of you — the warrior, the brother, the boy who just wants to belong.”
“A-and I know that once this is over, you're going to keep being that person for those who need you, like your siblings. You're going to help them and yourself, and I cannot wait to see that.”
“You're part of who I want to be, so you need to stay because I need you," he whispered desperately, words tumbling out like a dam breaking. “You told me yourself you'd always be there, you promised we'd explore the whole ocean together, and I'm gonna save you, a-and then we can do all of that.”
“Y-you promise?” A thin stream of red began at the corner of your mouth and you coughed slightly — a wet, terrible sound.
“Yes, yeah I promise, okay? Once this is done, I'm taking you everywhere — the cove of ancestors, the coral reefs beyond the reef. We'll ride together, just you and me.” He thumbed away the blood with shaking hands.
Your smile widened, not arguing as you gazed into those golden pools — honey and sunlight and home. “And then, once everything calms down, I'm gonna get you the prettiest piece of jewelry from the deepest part of the ocean, and when you say yes, I'll make you my mate—”
“You want to have me as your mate?” You chirped, that beautiful grin returning — incandescent even now — as tears cascaded down your cheeks, heart faintly beating its final rhythm.
He laughed, broken but genuine. “Of course I want to be mated to you, Y/N. Tell you what — once we get out of here, I'll make something so beautiful everyone will be jealous. Because we both know you deserve it.”
His lips pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek and you hummed contentedly before frowning. “How do you know I'll say yes?”
He huffed against your skin, breath warm. “Because I know you love me and you would've said yes the day we first met.”
Your lips formed that perfect pout he adored, a small grumble of embarrassment falling from them. Though he did not voice it, he knew damn well he would have too if he'd known it would come to this. He pushed the thought away, focusing on how your face softened like flower petals. “Can... Can we go back? A-and be in the Forest?”
His eyes cataloged your features — committing every detail to memory — brushing beneath your eye as he thought about the bond you wanted to make official, how much you wanted to go home. Home. The Forest. Where you both grew up, where you first met as children running through leaves and laughter, where everything was simpler and safer and whole.
He knew it was impossible — his family could not go back, you're both here now in the reef, so far from those trees and that soil. But looking at you now, dying in his arms, how could he say anything but: “Of course, sevin,” he muffled against your temple. “We'll go back to the forest. We'll go back home, like we always talked about.” And happiness illuminated your face, even though you both knew the truth.
He savored that expression, chuckling when you mentioned weaving a new songcord together, the vision of your figure embellished in ceremonial pieces making his heart swell with warmth and simultaneously ache with longing for a distant, impossible future. “We'll have our own home, wherever you want, and we'll never leave.”
“Oh, never.”
“Maybe somewhere quiet. A-and your family is always going to be there. Always.”
“Obviously — there’s no escaping them, really. They love you, Y/N.” And it was true — his family adored you like you'd always been one of them.
“We should have a morning swim every day. The ocean is rubbing off on me.” A faint hope lilted in your tone, dimmed golds gaining a familiar spark — that light he chased like moths to flame.
“Of course,” he scoffed with conviction, smirking a bit through his tears. “And Tuk will probably join us since saying no to her isn’t really an option, and so will Kiri and Neteyam and Spider.”
A breathless giggle emerged from you, “That sounds like a dream.” You sighed so softly, the brims of your vision fading, darkening at the edges like burning paper.
“…when I see you with Tuk — even the kids in Awa’Atlu,” he slowly started, gazing down at you, “it makes me think … know that you’ll be a great mom.”
Surprise stirred within you, lips parting in wonder at his revelation. “R-really?”
He gave an eager, firm nod. “I know we don’t really talk about it, and we’re still young, but … I see us having a family, y’know?” He accentuated those words with that stupidly lopsided grin that always thawed your insides, made you believe in the unobtainable.
"And what exactly do we have?" You questioned, fingers threading through his wet braids. His orbs brightened, twin suns, the image of you carrying his children igniting something pure and powerful and achingly beautiful for he felt himself yearn for it so, so much. “Maybe two or three. They'd be perfect.”
Your eyes widened, giving a slow nod as you processed this. “They’ll be spoiled. I hope they have these…” Your pointer fingers traced along his brows, their texture grazing the tips, and you giggled a bit as he raised them up and down, making you smile. He always, always made you smile.
“And I hope they have that pretty smile and those big eyes of yours.”
Your lips stroked a curve only he knew you could ever paint. “You will be a great sempul. They will be blessed to have you.”
“I'll be a good father because of you,” he emphasized shakily, voice fracturing. “a better brother, a better son, a better person because of you. Because you teach me that I'm enough as I am.”
“You have always been enough, Lo’ak. I cannot take credit for that.” You chuckled weakly, a sharp inhale following as your eyes stayed closed for a long moment. The pain became far more unbearable than you have ever felt, pulsating in agonizing waves throughout your body.
“Does it hurt?” Lo'ak swallowed thickly, trying to avoid looking at the spiraling pool of blood intermingled with the rising water — red bleeding into blue.
“No, not anymore.” you smiled gently at him, lying to him for the reason of wanting to relieve him from his feelings, not wanting him to feel any more guilt than he already carried.
“T-that's good, sevin.” He nodded, professing his belief in your words to spare you your own feelings, to give you this small peace. His breathing became frantic at the sound of your own fading away. The extent of your wound was too great, too severe, and Lo’ak was with the heart's wrenching notion that you were near the end — standing at the threshold.
Your voice was barely discernable when you called his name, fear, panic and sadness whirling the center of your belly when he looked at you. Worry struck his face at your eyes, becoming devoid of light. “I'm here, I'm here, what's wrong?”
“C-can you kiss me? J-just one more time, please?” Your request stuttered violently as you gasped for air, clutching onto him.
His head dropped, braids brushing his temple as he released a sob. “I-I can't. I don't want to say goodbye, not now. N-not yet.”
“Please... please do not cry. I know we will meet again under Eywa, yes?" You managed to smile, mouth stained with more red.
He dragged a hand down his face, sniffled and nodded before leaning forward. With that, he gifted you one last broken, tender kiss. He did not care about the blood glazing your lips, only focusing on the sensation only they could ever soothe him with.
Lo’ak’s only determination was you, air emerging deep within his lungs while desperately trying to give you one of his breaths as if that would help, as if he could breathe life back into you, calloused fingertips grasping your face in an anguished manner and you attempted to meet him halfway.
He retreats back, forehead finding its place against yours, honey flecking orbs opening to look into your own — to see you, truly see you. “I see you, ma Lo’ak.”
His thumbs feathered your cheeks, stroking your jawline. “I see you, ma Y/N. I see you.” Soft kisses repeatedly met your temple, your forehead, the crown of your head, letting the stones in your coils brush his lips as many times as possible.
“H-hey, Lo'ak?”
“Yeah, sevin?”
“W-when we go back home... let us all hang out like how we did when we were children. We deserve a break.” The single beaded braid at his temple was pinched between your fingers, humming as you stared up with faded focus. “Let's go flying again.”
His smile started to tremble, kissing every part of your face so tenderly yet firm in their touch. “Yeah, yeah, anything, baby. Anything you want, whatever my pretty girl wants. We’ll go flying everywhere, anywhere you want, just stay here with me, yeah? Just us.”
"Just us… that sounds great to me, Lo.” You breathed out peacefully, smiling softly when his lips met your forehead again, again, and again — a ritual, a plea, a goodbye.
Your blinking grew slower and slower until your eyes remained open for only the briefest second, both of you knowing it's time.
“Irayo, ma Lo’ak.” Thank you.
“I-Irayo, ma Y/N." He whimpered, eyes screwing shut as he held your lifeless form. “Thank you, sevin.” He repeated this under his breath, disregarding the sounds of ikran and ilu calls growing closer.
“Lo'ak! Where are you?!” Neteyam's voice rang out, desperate and raw.
“Bro, we're coming!”
The heavy thuds of his parents landing on the sinking deck shook the metal beneath him, salvation arriving too late.
“Lo’ak, boy!” Jake's frantic voice boomed. “Neytiri, over there!”
“Ma'itan! Ma Y/N!”
He ignored the shouting, the footsteps, the chaos — none of it mattered. Only the hollow sound of his breathing and the weight of you in his arms. He rocked you slowly, hot tears soaking into skin already losing its warmth.
“It’s just us, sevin," Lo’ak murmured into your ear. “—It’s just us.”
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… doesn’t believe in piercings or tattoo’s
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… wears sweat pants and hoodies with slides mostly to school (and sometimes in summer heat)
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… has iron meds because his iron tends to run down a lot
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… drinks energy drinks even tho he isn’t supposed too.. (he doesn’t like coffee)
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… is an Aries, he was born on March 25th
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… hair grows faster than lightning could strike so he cuts it shoulder length.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… has a car but doesn’t drive it to school, he still takes the bus with his other siblings.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… packs all his siblings lunch, and carries it in his bag to give to them later.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… plays football, soccer and does clubs to help other students out and get scholarships
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… into debating ALL about politics. (He knows his information and he’s about to clock u with it)
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… hates big crowds, and loud noises. Sometimes during lunch he goes to his math or history class to sit with his teacher and eat there
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… wakes up an hour before his alarm goes off for school, and on the weekends wake up at 10am to start his day.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… hates jelly, allergic to peanuts, and hates spicy foods.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… knows how to draw and let’s kiri paint his drawings (he love it and think it’s 100 times better)
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… is a A+ student and complains and mentally drain himself if he gets a B or C.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… never had his first kiss, he wants to save it for marriage.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… love sister and brother bonding time. He like being alone with Kiri and Tuk and think they give him a piece of mind and a memorable time.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… Is closer with Kiri, Second Close with Tuk
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… spends the night over spiders when his parents don’t go on date night. (Shh he needs a break okay?)
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… can’t wear fake jewelry, and breaks out if he sweat too much
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… on Mother’s Day, buy gifts for his grandmother, mom, Tsireya’s mother, and all his teachers who are mothers.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… is the one to teach Kiri and Lo’ak how to drive. (Guess who almost got Neteyam killed.)
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… gets irritated when his brother doesn’t say “yes ma’am/sir” to any adult. He’ll grab Lo’aks arm and force him to say it.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… sprained his dominant ankle and had to sit out for the final match of his soccer game (he was soooo upset)
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… broke his dominant arm twice from football. (Poor Teyam)
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… who goes with his mom to her doctor appointments and make Lo’ak go with Jake to his because he claims “they need to become closer as son and father”
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… means it when he says “I owe you back” and finds you and give you x2 the price you paid him.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… works two jobs over the summer.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… hates the nickname “Tey-Tey” (what Tuk gave him) but he remember his little sister likes it, so he let it grow on him.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… has a friendship bracelet made from Tuk , even tho she spelt it as “friendchip” he still wears it !! (Aww)
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… does Tuk’s hair if Neytiri is unavailable in the moment (he watches his mama)
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… calls his mom “ma” , “mama” or “ma’am”
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… a little stronger than his dad but the muscles doesn’t show
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… barely snacks, if anything he eats meals. No chocolate, and he makes his other siblings calm down on the snacking so their teeth don’t fall out.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… has siren eyes like his mama, his eyes are light chocolate , he also has a mole below his left eye on his cheek bone
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… gives you his hoodie when it’s -534° outside . The next day he’s sick and you’re mad at him
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… gets shy and flustered when people say “you look like your mama” or “happy birthday” cause he truly can’t believe people out there appreciate him and make him feel the best.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… prefers chocolate cake or red velvet.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… gets upset when people buy him something through appreciation, cause why did your spend your money on THEE money maker?
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… likes female artists more than male artists, he likes Megan thee stallion, SZA, Summer walker and Kehlani.
MODERN NETEYAM WHO… like to cover for his family’s name behind their back. When he achieved something he says “I doubted myself until my family told me how far I could overcome”
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A/N: IM GONNA WRITE FOR KIRI OR LO’AK NEXT!! THANK YOU ALL FOR READING THIS SO MUCH! IVE BEEN WORKING ON MY ENGLISH!
