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“ the people say we live in pandora, and pandora lives in us ”
i wanted him to fuck me so hard that the shape of his dick would be permanently engraved inside me so that even future archaeologists who find my remains would know how mercilessly his thick, hot pole pounded my uterus until my last breath
Based on the high demand for a chapter 37 alt ending where she pulled the trigger
tw: suicide
Too Late
Jake pushed into the mauri, the quiet hitting him first.
Too quiet.
“(Y/n)?” he called, stepping further inside.
For a split second—
His brain didn’t register it. The shape in her hands. The angle.
Just his daughter.
Then—
The shot.
It cracked through the space so violently it didn’t feel real.
Something warm—
Wet—
His ears rang, the sound hollow and distant, like it had happened somewhere far away instead of right in front of him, that he hadn't just watched his daughter pull the triggers
(Y/n)’s body jerked, the gun falling from her hands and her body crumbled forward.
Jake didn’t scream. Couldn’t. It was as if his body forgot all memory of the sound it could make.
He was across the room in an instant, on his knees pulling her limp and dangling body into his arms, “Hey—hey—hey—”
The words came out automatically, like if he kept talking it could undo what had just happened. Her head was in his lap, her eyes shut, he brushed the hair from her face, smearing red across her face. “No, no, no…”
His hands were shaking, he held one up, it trembled more than a leaf in a storm, coated with a thick red substance that he refused to believe was blood— refused to believe his hands were covered in her blood.
He forced them steady. Forced them to be gentle.
He cradled her head, pulling her against his chest like he always did—
Like she was just having another bad night.
Like this was something he could fix, that all he had to do was pull her into his arms and he alone could chase her dark thoughts away— that was how this worked— she'd come to dad and he'd fix it—or hold her in his arms until it became better.
His fingers brushed her face—
His hand slid slightly, tracing where the damage was, like if he could map it, he could understand it, could reverse it—
He could save his baby girl.
His breathing hitched. No scream. Not yet.
“Pumpkin…” he whispered, his voice breaking in a way it never had before. He pressed his forehead to hers, his hands trembling as they tried to hold her together.
As if he could keep her here.
As if he could stop her from slipping. “You’re okay… you’re okay…”
The words were wrong. He knew they were wrong. No words could undo this
But he said them anyway.
Because the alternative—
The truth—
Was something his mind refused to accept.
She can't be gone; she can't be dead— please don't be dead.
“Stay with me… come on, stay with me…” His voice cracked, but it stayed quiet.
Contained.
Like if he got louder—
It would make it real. He refused to let this nightmare be real.
His chest tightened so violently it felt like it might collapse in on itself.
Because this wasn’t how this was supposed to go.
He was supposed to stop her. He was supposed to get there in time. He was supposed to protect her.
And now—
Now she was in his arms—
And her arms didn't come around him, she wasn't looking for his comfort or warmth, she was just lying there.
Too still.
Too quiet.
Jake’s hands trembled as they moved over her again, checking, searching, hoping—
For anything.
A breath. A reaction. Something.
“Please…” he whispered.
Not to her.
To anything that would listen. Anything that could undo death and give him his daughter back— please give her back.
“Please…”
But the silence didn’t break.
And he still didn’t scream.
Because part of him—
Still believed—
If he held her close enough—
If he didn’t let go—
This couldn’t be happening. This wouldn't happen, that he could shield his daughter from death, he was her dad... he could shield her from anything.
Jake’s arms tightened around her, instinct taking over even as his mind struggled to catch up. “What is dad going to do without you…” he whispered, voice breaking under the weight of it.
He pressed his forehead against hers. “Dad’s here now, baby girl… Dad’s got you…”
His hands trembled as they held her, as if he could still keep her from slipping away.
For a moment—
just a moment—
he stayed in that fragile space where denial still existed.
Where if he held her close enough, said the right words, this could still be undone.
And finally—
it hit him.
His daughter was dead.
All he could see is the little girl who used to grab his hand, who used to look at him as if he was her hero, Eywa's greatest gift— now those eyes were forever closed.
His arms are wrapped around her the same way they always have been. One hand at the back of her head. The other holding her close to his chest.
Like if he just holds her right—
Tight enough—
Careful enough—
She’ll breathe again.
Something inside him gives way.
“…Hey,” he whispers. Like she’s just sleeping. Like she’ll wake up if he gets it right.
“You’re alright… come on…” His voice is soft. Gentle.
The same voice he used when she was small and scared and clinging to him after a nightmare.
But this—
This isn’t a nightmare.
And she doesn’t move.
Jake swallows hard, his throat tight, his chest aching like something is physically tearing through it.
His forehead rests against hers.
“…You used to laugh at everything,” he murmurs, voice breaking just slightly.
And there it is. The memory. Her laugh. The kind that made him stop whatever he was doing just to look at her.
The kind that filled space. That made everything feel lighter.
He can hear it. Clear as anything. Like it’s still echoing somewhere just out of reach.
His hand trembles. “You’d just… look at me,” he whispers, a faint, broken breath leaving him. “Like I was the funniest thing you’d ever seen…Like I was the world's greatest joke... wake up and I'll never complain about your teasing again... you just have to wake up baby girl”
Jake’s chest caves in on itself.
Because now—
There’s no smile.
No laugh.
No warmth.
Just—
Silence.
His grip tightens around her, pulling her closer like he can somehow bring that back. Like he can force life back into her just by holding her the way she always liked, the way that always made her feel like she'd be okay. “C’mon, kid…” he whispers, voice cracking properly now. “Don’t do this…”
But she’s gone.
And he knows it.
His entire body shakes once, like the grief finally hits something it can’t break through.
And then it settles. Like a weight he’ll never put down.
He presses his face into her hair, breathing her in like he’s trying to memorise it—
Hold onto anything that’s left. “…You were my best thing,” he murmurs, barely audible.
A tear slips free.
Then another.
“I was supposed to protect you…”
That was the job.
The words fall apart in his mouth.
Because he didn’t.
Because she’s here—
In his arms—
And she’s not coming back.
Jake doesn’t let go.
His arms stay wrapped around her, holding her like she’s still his little girl—
Like she always will be.
And the ache—
Just keeps getting worse.
Permanent.
Because every time he thinks of her laugh—
Of her smile—
It’s not just a memory.
It’s a reminder—
That he'll never hear it again.
A broken sound tore from his chest before he could stop it, his body folding over her as he clutched her closer.
“No—no, no, no—!” The scream ripped out of him, raw and shattered, echoing through the mauri and out into the forest beyond.
All control gone. All strength gone.
Just a father—
holding his child—
as the reality crashed down around him. “I’ve got you—I’ve got you—” he choked, even though there was nothing left to hold onto but her.
Tears fell freely now, his grip desperate, like if he just held on tighter—
somehow—
some way—
he could still bring her back.
But he couldn’t.
And the sound of his grief filled the space where her voice should have been.
Jake rocked slightly where he knelt, her weight in his arms, his grip desperate like he could hold her here through sheer force alone. “Hey… hey, come on—” his voice broke, shaking as badly as his hands. “Wake up, baby girl… please—please wake up—”
“I can fix it,” he said, the words spilling out fast, frantic, like if he said them enough times they’d become true. “I can fix it, you hear me? Dad’s got you—”
He tightened his arms around her, rocking her just slightly, like he used to when she was little and couldn’t sleep. “I always will,” he choked. “I always will…”
But his voice was breaking apart now, falling under the weight of it, under the reality he couldn’t change, couldn’t fight, couldn’t fix. “Come on… come on, kid—don’t do this… please don’t do this…”
His hands trembled against her, like he was trying to find something—anything—that meant she was still there.
“I’m right here,” he whispered, voice raw, shattered. “I’m right here, I didn’t go anywhere…”
The words came softer now. Broken.
Like a promise he was still trying to keep—
Even when there was nothing left to hold onto but hope that refused to die.
Jake’s voice broke completely as he held her, his hands shaking where they cradled her.
“Dad loves you, kid,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “I don’t know if you can hear me… but I love you. More than you could ever know.”
His breath came uneven, every word pulled out of him. “You hear me? You’re my favourite… my favourite, you always have been.”
As if hearing that would make her turn around and come home if she heard the words no one ever said aloud.
A small, broken laugh slipped through, collapsing into a sob. “I’m not mad… I’m not mad at you, not for anything…”
“I just— I need you to stay, okay? Stay with me. Please…”
Hi hi! I have an olo'eyktan!anoung x tsahik!reader request! If you are willing and obviously have time, I would appreciate it if you could write something where anoung and reader are like obsessed with each other. Not in like a weird way, but where if they're in the same room, they're sitting next to each other. Or, like when one passes the other, they give a simple kiss to the cheek or temple, Something like that! Any scenario will work with this prompt. I'm not picky! Or if you want a prompt, just dm me, and I'll think of one! Thanks so much!!
༄UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
aged-up!ao’nung x fem!metkayina!reader
synopsis: everyone discusses the leadup to a marriage, but no one describes the after
tags: cute fluff, reader and ao’nung need eachother like crackers need cheese
wc: 1.3k+
a/n: my queen asks my queen will get
a/n pt.2: 200 FOLLOWERS AYYEEEEE I LOVE YOU MY HEARTS (guys am i qualified enough to make a taglist orrrrrrr) also i was too far into writing when i remembered the request still lowk attached so firm it guys ill try be aesthetic next time
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The day you mated with your love was the day your life truly began. When your heart beat only for him and you were able to recognise his scent in an ocean of others.
You didn’t remember life before him. How you would wake up and function without his constant presence around you and in your head.
Now it was like everything you did, you did for him.
And you knew he felt the same way. He showed it in the way he’d get up half an hour before you to make sure your breakfast was ready. Then he’d wake you with a soft kiss on your forehead, gently shaking you and pulling you up into his embrace.
He showed it in the way he’d search for you throughout the day, despite his busy schedule. He’d purposefully pass by the healers tent to sneak a look at you, dipping in ever so quickly to lay a kiss anywhere on your face, hands grabbing and squeezing yours.
At lunch everyone knew where to find you, both you and Ao’nung sat thigh to thigh on the rocks beyond the sandy beach. You’re there everyday at the same time, neither of you a second too late. You talk and laugh and maybe sometimes nap, tails intertwined. The you return to your jobs until the evening.
When eclipse falls you’re home before your husband. You tidy whatever mess you made before leaving and start making dinner. He always returns home when you’re half way done, coming straight to you.
He’d sweep you off your feet and spin you round, placing you back down, kissing your lips.
And that’s how you would end your night, body’s and soul’s interlinked together in the comfort of your marui with the peaceful thought of this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
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When you wake up it’s not to the usual sound of a crackling fire and the smell of your husbands tasty breakfast. There's no large hand moving up and down your arm, no soft voice calling you a pretty girl and telling you to wake up.
Instead you wake to a deafening silence, the hammock your laying in feeling larger and colder than it usually does.
You sit up instantly, head spinning round, eyes searching your home for Ao'nung. But nothing. Not even a note carved into a plank of wood to inform you of his whereabouts.
You haven't even been awake a minute and your mood is already ruined.
You slide off the hammock and quickly walk to the door, popping your head outside. The sun is brighter than it usually is when you wake up, letting you know that you've slept in. The village is functioning as it normally would, children running around and workers tending to their duties.
Yet no sign of Ao'nung.
You turn your head back into your home, glancing around. Your gaze stops at the fire pit.
There's no breakfast.
You know you should make your own, but you have no appetite.
If it's not from the hands of your mate, you have no interest in it.
The next hour of your horrible morning consists of you sulking around your marui, kicking the ground and whispering curses at Ao'nung for his rude disappearance.
Your mind doesn't think to eat or to go back to sleep. It doesn't even tell you to go abut your day as you usually would. You have no intentions of doing anything until he comes back and gives you your morning kisses and hugs.
On the other side of the Reef, Ao'nung was throwing a fit of his own.
He has been rudely dragged out of his home before the sun had even began to tickle the sky, not given the opportunity to kiss his wife, let alone tell her he was leaving.
All he knew was that one second he was peacefully asleep in the comfort of his own bed, and the next his father and his men had him sat on a tsurak out in the middle of the ocean.
That was hours ago.
Now he sat under the glaring sun, his father on one side and Roxto on the other. A net full of flat skate fish was slung across his back, the entire reason he had been dragged out so abruptly.
His mood had been pissy since the second they set off, the usual routine he and his mate had settled into was thrown off track and he he wasn't entirely sure how to function.
He didn't participate in catching the fish, instead sitting on his warriors mount and grumbling out complaints that fell deaf on his fathers ears.
Truthfully, he didn't understand what his purpose of being here was. The hunters his father had gathered were more than capable of bringing back enough fish for the entire reef, and then some.
He was the Oloeyktan for Eywa's sake, he couldn't just up and disappear like that.
He was a husband! How could they take him away from his wife!
"Ao'nung!" His father's loud voice snapped him out of his thoughts, head snapping up. All the hunters had moved, half turning to swim deeper and the other half returning to shore. "What is wrong with you boy, focus! Did you hear what I said?"
Ao'nung rolled his eyes, but muttered out a quiet "no father" nonetheless.
"I said, I'm returning home with the fish we have already caught, you will continue to hunt with the rest until you can no longer see the sun."
Ao'nung felt like shedding a tear. His heart was ripping itself apart with every second that ticked by, his body and mind desperate to see you and touch you.
"But father-"
"No buts, Ao'nung. You will stay and you will fish." After that Tonowari swam away, his decision clear.
But as mentioned earlier, Ao'nung was the Oloeyktan.
He could do as he pleased.
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You have officially lost the plot.
You tried leaving the house, really, you did.
You remembered the fact that you have a duty to attend to, and you tried to fulfil it.
But then you walked two steps and saw your sister with her husband.
What was an already shitty morning got ten times worse. How dare they show their love for each other while your lover was Eywa knows where doing Eywa knows what.
So you did a 180 and went straight back into your home, and returned to your frustrated pacing.
Okay maybe, maybe, you were slightly overreacting, if someone looked in they might even diagnose you as slightly insane. But for so many moons you were used to Ao'nung simply being there and existing without you even having to utter a syllable, you literally didn't know what to do without him.
You can go to work, it's no problem. Technically nothing is stopping you from doing that. But the mental block remained, the I did not wake up to my mate beside me so I refuse to do what you ask of me mental block.
You stopped in the centre of your marui and closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath.
You counted to ten.
If you opened your eyes and Ao'nung was not there, you were going to drive a spear through your skull.
But you were written for each other, the stars aligning in a perfect constellation describing your love, your names written beside the others a thousand times over in the sea.
So when you opened your eyes, hesitantly, like a man made from star dust Ao'nung stood before you.
Panting like a man who had been chased by a pincer fish.
But there.
Simultaneously, you both exhaled in relief and ran forward, crashing into each others arms.
As you stood there, arms wrapped around the other tightly, you could feel the missing pieces of the puzzle very quickly come back into place. You felt the familiar feeling of peace return to your mind, your heart once again full.
You didn’t have the words to express the distress you experienced, didn’t have the words to express your gratitude that he’s back. So instead you pull your head off his chest and kiss him harshly, hands moving up from his back to the sides of his face.
He kissed you back with just as much passion, his own distress a mirror of yours.
He pulled away and peppered kisses all over your face, hands having up and down your your back and arms before finally settling on your shoulders.
“Ma’ muntxate, ma’ lor muntxate (my wife, my beautiful wife).” He whispered, once again hugging you and pulling you close. “I missed you so much.”
You smiled into his chest, arms squeezing him tightly and pulling him impossibly closer. “I missed you more Ao’nung.”
He pulled back again and moved his hands to your face, staring deep into your eyes. “I’m so sorry ma’tìyawn (my love), I’m so sorry I wasn’t there-” you shook your head quickly, a quiet ‘it’s okay’, but he just shook his head.
“No, I’m sorry. I love you, I see you. I’ll make sure it never happens again.”
Hi hi! I have an olo'eyktan!anoung x tsahik!reader request! If you are willing and obviously have time, I would appreciate it if you could write something where anoung and reader are like obsessed with each other. Not in like a weird way, but where if they're in the same room, they're sitting next to each other. Or, like when one passes the other, they give a simple kiss to the cheek or temple, Something like that! Any scenario will work with this prompt. I'm not picky! Or if you want a prompt, just dm me, and I'll think of one! Thanks so much!!
༄UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
aged-up!ao’nung x fem!metkayina!reader
synopsis: everyone discusses the leadup to a marriage, but no one describes the after
tags: cute fluff, reader and ao’nung need eachother like crackers need cheese
wc: 1.3k+
a/n: my queen asks my queen will get
a/n pt.2: 200 FOLLOWERS AYYEEEEE I LOVE YOU MY HEARTS (guys am i qualified enough to make a taglist orrrrrrr) also i was too far into writing when i remembered the request still lowk attached so firm it guys ill try be aesthetic next time
· · ───────── ·✶· ───────── · ·
The day you mated with your love was the day your life truly began. When your heart beat only for him and you were able to recognise his scent in an ocean of others.
You didn’t remember life before him. How you would wake up and function without his constant presence around you and in your head.
Now it was like everything you did, you did for him.
And you knew he felt the same way. He showed it in the way he’d get up half an hour before you to make sure your breakfast was ready. Then he’d wake you with a soft kiss on your forehead, gently shaking you and pulling you up into his embrace.
He showed it in the way he’d search for you throughout the day, despite his busy schedule. He’d purposefully pass by the healers tent to sneak a look at you, dipping in ever so quickly to lay a kiss anywhere on your face, hands grabbing and squeezing yours.
At lunch everyone knew where to find you, both you and Ao’nung sat thigh to thigh on the rocks beyond the sandy beach. You’re there everyday at the same time, neither of you a second too late. You talk and laugh and maybe sometimes nap, tails intertwined. The you return to your jobs until the evening.
When eclipse falls you’re home before your husband. You tidy whatever mess you made before leaving and start making dinner. He always returns home when you’re half way done, coming straight to you.
He’d sweep you off your feet and spin you round, placing you back down, kissing your lips.
And that’s how you would end your night, body’s and soul’s interlinked together in the comfort of your marui with the peaceful thought of this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
· · ───────── ·✶· ───────── · ·
When you wake up it’s not to the usual sound of a crackling fire and the smell of your husbands tasty breakfast. There's no large hand moving up and down your arm, no soft voice calling you a pretty girl and telling you to wake up.
Instead you wake to a deafening silence, the hammock your laying in feeling larger and colder than it usually does.
You sit up instantly, head spinning round, eyes searching your home for Ao'nung. But nothing. Not even a note carved into a plank of wood to inform you of his whereabouts.
You haven't even been awake a minute and your mood is already ruined.
You slide off the hammock and quickly walk to the door, popping your head outside. The sun is brighter than it usually is when you wake up, letting you know that you've slept in. The village is functioning as it normally would, children running around and workers tending to their duties.
Yet no sign of Ao'nung.
You turn your head back into your home, glancing around. Your gaze stops at the fire pit.
There's no breakfast.
You know you should make your own, but you have no appetite.
If it's not from the hands of your mate, you have no interest in it.
The next hour of your horrible morning consists of you sulking around your marui, kicking the ground and whispering curses at Ao'nung for his rude disappearance.
Your mind doesn't think to eat or to go back to sleep. It doesn't even tell you to go abut your day as you usually would. You have no intentions of doing anything until he comes back and gives you your morning kisses and hugs.
On the other side of the Reef, Ao'nung was throwing a fit of his own.
He has been rudely dragged out of his home before the sun had even began to tickle the sky, not given the opportunity to kiss his wife, let alone tell her he was leaving.
All he knew was that one second he was peacefully asleep in the comfort of his own bed, and the next his father and his men had him sat on a tsurak out in the middle of the ocean.
That was hours ago.
Now he sat under the glaring sun, his father on one side and Roxto on the other. A net full of flat skate fish was slung across his back, the entire reason he had been dragged out so abruptly.
His mood had been pissy since the second they set off, the usual routine he and his mate had settled into was thrown off track and he he wasn't entirely sure how to function.
He didn't participate in catching the fish, instead sitting on his warriors mount and grumbling out complaints that fell deaf on his fathers ears.
Truthfully, he didn't understand what his purpose of being here was. The hunters his father had gathered were more than capable of bringing back enough fish for the entire reef, and then some.
He was the Oloeyktan for Eywa's sake, he couldn't just up and disappear like that.
He was a husband! How could they take him away from his wife!
"Ao'nung!" His father's loud voice snapped him out of his thoughts, head snapping up. All the hunters had moved, half turning to swim deeper and the other half returning to shore. "What is wrong with you boy, focus! Did you hear what I said?"
Ao'nung rolled his eyes, but muttered out a quiet "no father" nonetheless.
"I said, I'm returning home with the fish we have already caught, you will continue to hunt with the rest until you can no longer see the sun."
Ao'nung felt like shedding a tear. His heart was ripping itself apart with every second that ticked by, his body and mind desperate to see you and touch you.
"But father-"
"No buts, Ao'nung. You will stay and you will fish." After that Tonowari swam away, his decision clear.
But as mentioned earlier, Ao'nung was the Oloeyktan.
He could do as he pleased.
· · ───────── ·✶· ───────── · ·
You have officially lost the plot.
You tried leaving the house, really, you did.
You remembered the fact that you have a duty to attend to, and you tried to fulfil it.
But then you walked two steps and saw your sister with her husband.
What was an already shitty morning got ten times worse. How dare they show their love for each other while your lover was Eywa knows where doing Eywa knows what.
So you did a 180 and went straight back into your home, and returned to your frustrated pacing.
Okay maybe, maybe, you were slightly overreacting, if someone looked in they might even diagnose you as slightly insane. But for so many moons you were used to Ao'nung simply being there and existing without you even having to utter a syllable, you literally didn't know what to do without him.
You can go to work, it's no problem. Technically nothing is stopping you from doing that. But the mental block remained, the I did not wake up to my mate beside me so I refuse to do what you ask of me mental block.
You stopped in the centre of your marui and closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath.
You counted to ten.
If you opened your eyes and Ao'nung was not there, you were going to drive a spear through your skull.
But you were written for each other, the stars aligning in a perfect constellation describing your love, your names written beside the others a thousand times over in the sea.
So when you opened your eyes, hesitantly, like a man made from star dust Ao'nung stood before you.
Panting like a man who had been chased by a pincer fish.
But there.
Simultaneously, you both exhaled in relief and ran forward, crashing into each others arms.
As you stood there, arms wrapped around the other tightly, you could feel the missing pieces of the puzzle very quickly come back into place. You felt the familiar feeling of peace return to your mind, your heart once again full.
You didn’t have the words to express the distress you experienced, didn’t have the words to express your gratitude that he’s back. So instead you pull your head off his chest and kiss him harshly, hands moving up from his back to the sides of his face.
He kissed you back with just as much passion, his own distress a mirror of yours.
He pulled away and peppered kisses all over your face, hands having up and down your your back and arms before finally settling on your shoulders.
“Ma’ muntxate, ma’ lor muntxate (my wife, my beautiful wife).” He whispered, once again hugging you and pulling you close. “I missed you so much.”
You smiled into his chest, arms squeezing him tightly and pulling him impossibly closer. “I missed you more Ao’nung.”
He pulled back again and moved his hands to your face, staring deep into your eyes. “I’m so sorry ma’tìyawn (my love), I’m so sorry I wasn’t there-” you shook your head quickly, a quiet ‘it’s okay’, but he just shook his head.
“No, I’m sorry. I love you, I see you. I’ll make sure it never happens again.”
Hi hi! I have an olo'eyktan!anoung x tsahik!reader request! If you are willing and obviously have time, I would appreciate it if you could write something where anoung and reader are like obsessed with each other. Not in like a weird way, but where if they're in the same room, they're sitting next to each other. Or, like when one passes the other, they give a simple kiss to the cheek or temple, Something like that! Any scenario will work with this prompt. I'm not picky! Or if you want a prompt, just dm me, and I'll think of one! Thanks so much!!
༄UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
aged-up!ao’nung x fem!metkayina!reader
synopsis: everyone discusses the leadup to a marriage, but no one describes the after
tags: cute fluff, reader and ao’nung need eachother like crackers need cheese
wc: 1.3k+
a/n: my queen asks my queen will get
a/n pt.2: 200 FOLLOWERS AYYEEEEE I LOVE YOU MY HEARTS (guys am i qualified enough to make a taglist orrrrrrr) also i was too far into writing when i remembered the request still lowk attached so firm it guys ill try be aesthetic next time
· · ───────── ·✶· ───────── · ·
The day you mated with your love was the day your life truly began. When your heart beat only for him and you were able to recognise his scent in an ocean of others.
You didn’t remember life before him. How you would wake up and function without his constant presence around you and in your head.
Now it was like everything you did, you did for him.
And you knew he felt the same way. He showed it in the way he’d get up half an hour before you to make sure your breakfast was ready. Then he’d wake you with a soft kiss on your forehead, gently shaking you and pulling you up into his embrace.
He showed it in the way he’d search for you throughout the day, despite his busy schedule. He’d purposefully pass by the healers tent to sneak a look at you, dipping in ever so quickly to lay a kiss anywhere on your face, hands grabbing and squeezing yours.
At lunch everyone knew where to find you, both you and Ao’nung sat thigh to thigh on the rocks beyond the sandy beach. You’re there everyday at the same time, neither of you a second too late. You talk and laugh and maybe sometimes nap, tails intertwined. The you return to your jobs until the evening.
When eclipse falls you’re home before your husband. You tidy whatever mess you made before leaving and start making dinner. He always returns home when you’re half way done, coming straight to you.
He’d sweep you off your feet and spin you round, placing you back down, kissing your lips.
And that’s how you would end your night, body’s and soul’s interlinked together in the comfort of your marui with the peaceful thought of this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
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When you wake up it’s not to the usual sound of a crackling fire and the smell of your husbands tasty breakfast. There's no large hand moving up and down your arm, no soft voice calling you a pretty girl and telling you to wake up.
Instead you wake to a deafening silence, the hammock your laying in feeling larger and colder than it usually does.
You sit up instantly, head spinning round, eyes searching your home for Ao'nung. But nothing. Not even a note carved into a plank of wood to inform you of his whereabouts.
You haven't even been awake a minute and your mood is already ruined.
You slide off the hammock and quickly walk to the door, popping your head outside. The sun is brighter than it usually is when you wake up, letting you know that you've slept in. The village is functioning as it normally would, children running around and workers tending to their duties.
Yet no sign of Ao'nung.
You turn your head back into your home, glancing around. Your gaze stops at the fire pit.
There's no breakfast.
You know you should make your own, but you have no appetite.
If it's not from the hands of your mate, you have no interest in it.
The next hour of your horrible morning consists of you sulking around your marui, kicking the ground and whispering curses at Ao'nung for his rude disappearance.
Your mind doesn't think to eat or to go back to sleep. It doesn't even tell you to go abut your day as you usually would. You have no intentions of doing anything until he comes back and gives you your morning kisses and hugs.
On the other side of the Reef, Ao'nung was throwing a fit of his own.
He has been rudely dragged out of his home before the sun had even began to tickle the sky, not given the opportunity to kiss his wife, let alone tell her he was leaving.
All he knew was that one second he was peacefully asleep in the comfort of his own bed, and the next his father and his men had him sat on a tsurak out in the middle of the ocean.
That was hours ago.
Now he sat under the glaring sun, his father on one side and Roxto on the other. A net full of flat skate fish was slung across his back, the entire reason he had been dragged out so abruptly.
His mood had been pissy since the second they set off, the usual routine he and his mate had settled into was thrown off track and he he wasn't entirely sure how to function.
He didn't participate in catching the fish, instead sitting on his warriors mount and grumbling out complaints that fell deaf on his fathers ears.
Truthfully, he didn't understand what his purpose of being here was. The hunters his father had gathered were more than capable of bringing back enough fish for the entire reef, and then some.
He was the Oloeyktan for Eywa's sake, he couldn't just up and disappear like that.
He was a husband! How could they take him away from his wife!
"Ao'nung!" His father's loud voice snapped him out of his thoughts, head snapping up. All the hunters had moved, half turning to swim deeper and the other half returning to shore. "What is wrong with you boy, focus! Did you hear what I said?"
Ao'nung rolled his eyes, but muttered out a quiet "no father" nonetheless.
"I said, I'm returning home with the fish we have already caught, you will continue to hunt with the rest until you can no longer see the sun."
Ao'nung felt like shedding a tear. His heart was ripping itself apart with every second that ticked by, his body and mind desperate to see you and touch you.
"But father-"
"No buts, Ao'nung. You will stay and you will fish." After that Tonowari swam away, his decision clear.
But as mentioned earlier, Ao'nung was the Oloeyktan.
He could do as he pleased.
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You have officially lost the plot.
You tried leaving the house, really, you did.
You remembered the fact that you have a duty to attend to, and you tried to fulfil it.
But then you walked two steps and saw your sister with her husband.
What was an already shitty morning got ten times worse. How dare they show their love for each other while your lover was Eywa knows where doing Eywa knows what.
So you did a 180 and went straight back into your home, and returned to your frustrated pacing.
Okay maybe, maybe, you were slightly overreacting, if someone looked in they might even diagnose you as slightly insane. But for so many moons you were used to Ao'nung simply being there and existing without you even having to utter a syllable, you literally didn't know what to do without him.
You can go to work, it's no problem. Technically nothing is stopping you from doing that. But the mental block remained, the I did not wake up to my mate beside me so I refuse to do what you ask of me mental block.
You stopped in the centre of your marui and closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath.
You counted to ten.
If you opened your eyes and Ao'nung was not there, you were going to drive a spear through your skull.
But you were written for each other, the stars aligning in a perfect constellation describing your love, your names written beside the others a thousand times over in the sea.
So when you opened your eyes, hesitantly, like a man made from star dust Ao'nung stood before you.
Panting like a man who had been chased by a pincer fish.
But there.
Simultaneously, you both exhaled in relief and ran forward, crashing into each others arms.
As you stood there, arms wrapped around the other tightly, you could feel the missing pieces of the puzzle very quickly come back into place. You felt the familiar feeling of peace return to your mind, your heart once again full.
You didn’t have the words to express the distress you experienced, didn’t have the words to express your gratitude that he’s back. So instead you pull your head off his chest and kiss him harshly, hands moving up from his back to the sides of his face.
He kissed you back with just as much passion, his own distress a mirror of yours.
He pulled away and peppered kisses all over your face, hands having up and down your your back and arms before finally settling on your shoulders.
“Ma’ muntxate, ma’ lor muntxate (my wife, my beautiful wife).” He whispered, once again hugging you and pulling you close. “I missed you so much.”
You smiled into his chest, arms squeezing him tightly and pulling him impossibly closer. “I missed you more Ao’nung.”
He pulled back again and moved his hands to your face, staring deep into your eyes. “I’m so sorry ma’tìyawn (my love), I’m so sorry I wasn’t there-” you shook your head quickly, a quiet ‘it’s okay’, but he just shook his head.
“No, I’m sorry. I love you, I see you. I’ll make sure it never happens again.”
requests are back open guys! i’ve managed to find a healthy balance between writing and my studies and believe i’ll be able to balance it, pls make sure to read my rules first if your unsure 😗
synopsis: jake can’t help falling when a cute na’vi girl who barley speaks two words in english takes an interest in him
tags: fluff, friends with feelings, broken English
wc: guys my laptop charger is still MIA but as soon as i get my hands on it i WILL place a number. This is one decently lengthed deffo longer than my last one im thinkinggggg 1.1? 1.3 maybe max
a/n: prompt 28 for pandora in bloom by @junebugonjupiter - “thank eywa you’re awake, i couldn’t wait-” (i didn’t put the exact quote is that okay guys 🥹)
a/n pt.2: guys past and present tense don’t exist in my realm of living, you get what u get. FUN FACT when I started nursery all i could say was my name and toilet in english😛 bet my teachers were having a field day figuring out what i wanted
The life Jake was living was not one he had expected for himself.
He didn’t expect that he’d be on a moon 4.65 light years away from his home. Didn’t expect that he’d be able to walk on his own two legs again. Or even be a big blue alien that’s nine feet tall.
But most of all he didn’t expect a sweet Na’vi girl to become his closest friend.
You’re incredibly cute to him. Smile always bright and body radiating sunshine everywhere you went. When you see him you come running over and give him a hug, immediately starting a conversation with him in a language you really struggled to speak and understand. It made him want to pinch your cheeks and squeeze you till you popped, something humans called ‘cuteness aggression’.
When you first met him, you were hesitant. Naturally. Everyone was. A dream walker had made his way into your clan and caused a slight disruption in the peace. So you stayed away.
But then he almost ran you over with his pa'li (direhorse).
He had jumped of quickly, helping you up from the ground and apologising profusely, the word 'sorry' leaving his mouth multiple times.
It took your brain a minute to understand what was being said, the language being something you hadn't used in a long time, but you only laughed it off, telling him in Na’vi ‘it’s okay, you’re lucky you’re cute’. And of course he didn’t understand, but he smiled and laughed with you anyway.
You both became close quickly after that.
It started off with simple hello’s when passing by, or good nights when he purposely walked past your hammock. Then he’d actively seek you out during the day, sitting beside you at breakfast, then lunch and dinner. You didn’t see him much other than that, he was always with Neytiri, the Olo’eyktan’s daughter, learning the ways of your people.
It wasn’t long before you in turn started seeking him out too. Finding him before he usually went to bed just to catch up with him about his day, or ask him what he had planned for tomorrow.
The language barrier between you was incredibly strong, but somehow you understood each other.
A month into his stay and Jake sully was your best friend.
Jake was still in his hammock when you reached him early in the morning, presumably asleep, or as he'd explained to you (or asked Neytiri to translate to you), in his human body.
It was an 'off day' today, which meant that everyone was off of work and could do whatever they wanted, and you obviously wanted to spend your day with Jake as the Oloeyktan’s daughter wasn't obligated to give him a lesson.
He usually showed up when the sky was at its brightest, so you rushed off to breakfast and brought back a portion for yourself and for him, before sitting on the tree branch above him and starting your meal, listening to the animals chirp and roar.
You had so much you wanted to do with him today, your excitement making you restless as you kept glancing down at his hammock waiting for him to wake.
You needed to feed your ikran first, so you were going to fly her down to the lakes at the edge of the forest so you and her could fish. Then in the evening some of the other na’vi your age were having a party and they allowed you to bring your new friend.
You were going to bring him regardless, but you found it very nice they wanted to include him.
All you had to do now was figure out how you were going to tell Jake this stuff without it sounding like absolute gibberish.
You had just placed the last bite of your breakfast into your mouth when Jake’s hammock opened up, his arms stretched above his head.
He jumps when he feels a body land right in front of him, ur face coming into view as you shove his breakfast in his face. “Thank Eywa you wake, you too long, yom (eat).”
“Well good morning to you too.” He chuckles, taking the wrapped food from your hand and very slowly beginning to eat.
“Morning, yes,” you nod at him in a quick greeting, then immediately start trying to form coherent sentences, “okay, today, no work.” He nods at you to show he’s listening and understanding, and you continue.
“You,” you place a hand on the top of his chest, between his collarbones, “with oe (me).” You then place that same hand on your own chest, and again he nods.
“We go on my ikran, toooo eh.. ‘ora. You know?” The poor man had a very confused look on his face, but non the less nodded and gestured for you to continue. “Where the fishes, you know?” And this time he nodded confidently.
“Yes, ikran eat. Makrr (later), in night, awnga (we),” you gestured between you both, “go pongu (party) with friends.” Again Jake nodded, but you could see by his facial expression that he didn’t quite understand that last part. Your only solution was to act it out, so you started imitating music with your mouth and shimmying your shoulders, your best attempt at translating party.
His loud laughter cut through the silence of this part of the home tree, and your hands were immediately on him shushing him. “Jake! Shhhh! Loud!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Ngaytxoa (sorry).” His laughter turned silent, but his shoulders were still shaking as he doubled forward. “You’re funny, errr Hiyìk (funny).”
After staring at him, you too began to giggle.
“Säpi (hurry) Jake.” You reach your hand out and take the food from his hand, shoving what was left into his mouth and immediately standing up and dragging him with you. “Ikran hungry.”
You heard him cough lightly as you dragged him down the tree, but you didn’t stop to check on him, too eager to see your ikran.
So like he found himself doing a lot recently, Jake let you drag him along, a hidden smile on his face, and had one of his favourite days ever.
By the time eclipse passed, both your smiles were bright enough to replace the sun and light up the whole of pandora.
Your day had gone slightly off track. After heading to the lakes, instead of the original plan of quickly fishing and returning straight home, you had both instead decided to go for a swim (you pushed Jake in, he didn’t actually have a choice in the matter).
After that you found out that no one had ever taken him to the Ayram Alusìng (hallelujah mountains) and you couldn’t pass up an opportunity on sharing their beauty with your friend. You arrived late to the communal dinner, but either way you took the food and sat up in the trees munching and talking.
Now you were dragging him (again) through the forest and further away from home tree, hands intertwined. “Säpi Jake!” You whisper shouted, the sound of upbeat Na’vi songs becoming louder.
“I am! I’m coming.” You both ran through the trees, watching as they reduced and a clearing full of already drunk Na’vi’s came into view.
You slowed down to a walk, your grip on Jake still tight, and lead him straight to the drinks your friends had made. “Okay,” when you reached the table, you turned to him and intertwined your other hand with his. “This, drink. Like ehh alc-ohool.” Jake grinned and nodded, looking over at each one as you pointed them out and explained what was inside as best you could.
“Okay, Oe new fì'u 'aw (I want this one),” you pointed at yourself then at the drink, “and you?”
“I’ll have the same please lor (beautiful).” You blushed slightly at the new nickname, especially because he had specifically asked you to translate it for him.
When you poured the first drinks you both finished them quickly. You had taken Jake around to meet all your friends and took it in turns getting drinks for each other. Before anyone knew it, you were both incredibly drunk.
“Okay! Okay oe kame (I understand)! I dare you, jump!” Jake leaned on you and laughed, shaking his head.
“No, no! It has to be bad ones like… I dare you to take your tweng (loincloth) off and jump in the lake.” You gasped loudly at his dare, slapping your hand over his mouth. Your head swivelled around to make sure no one heard what he said.
“Kehe (no) Jake! Rude!” But Jake only laughed louder, shaking his head at your childlike innocence.
Later you both ended up on the makeshift dance floor, Jake teaching you his Sky people dances and you teaching him the dances of the Na’vi. “No, no you’re too stiff, you need to move smooth like you have no bones.” Still you didn’t understand any of his movements, none of them had meaning and in all honesty he just looked a bit silly.
As the night went on your energy increased. Other Na’vi joined you in your dances, then very quickly left when Jake and his human-ness joined. You climbed trees as a challenge to see who could get the highest drunk, then raced to see who could get the furthest without tripping.
The whole evening was just a replica of your afternoon, but drunk.
Eventually though, the high faded, and you and Jake were left slumped against a tree. “Oe (I’m) tired Jake.”
“Me too.” He groaned, leaning off the tree and instead onto you, head on your stomach. “I had a lot of fun with you today though, irayo (thank you).”
Your hand came to rest on his head, three fingers sliding through his hair. “Kehe (no) Jake no thank,” then you took a deep breath, “I had fun with you too.” He lifted off of you and turned to look at your face, smile bright.
“Oh my gosh that was perfect.” You smiled proud and shrugged. You wanted to say it even if you struggled. You didn’t mind struggling for him. Then very quickly your smile vanished. Jake had leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.
You felt your face light on fire and your eyes widen. “‘Upe (what)…” But Jake only shrugged, his grin teasing, and lay his head back on your stomach.
You fell asleep against the tree that night, but the only thing on your mind was Jake Sully had kissed me.
synopsis: jake can’t help falling when a cute na’vi girl who barley speaks two words in english takes an interest in him
tags: fluff, friends with feelings, broken English
wc: guys my laptop charger is still MIA but as soon as i get my hands on it i WILL place a number. This is one decently lengthed deffo longer than my last one im thinkinggggg 1.1? 1.3 maybe max
a/n: prompt 28 for pandora in bloom by @junebugonjupiter - “thank eywa you’re awake, i couldn’t wait-” (i didn’t put the exact quote is that okay guys 🥹)
a/n pt.2: guys past and present tense don’t exist in my realm of living, you get what u get. FUN FACT when I started nursery all i could say was my name and toilet in english😛 bet my teachers were having a field day figuring out what i wanted
The life Jake was living was not one he had expected for himself.
He didn’t expect that he’d be on a moon 4.65 light years away from his home. Didn’t expect that he’d be able to walk on his own two legs again. Or even be a big blue alien that’s nine feet tall.
But most of all he didn’t expect a sweet Na’vi girl to become his closest friend.
You’re incredibly cute to him. Smile always bright and body radiating sunshine everywhere you went. When you see him you come running over and give him a hug, immediately starting a conversation with him in a language you really struggled to speak and understand. It made him want to pinch your cheeks and squeeze you till you popped, something humans called ‘cuteness aggression’.
When you first met him, you were hesitant. Naturally. Everyone was. A dream walker had made his way into your clan and caused a slight disruption in the peace. So you stayed away.
But then he almost ran you over with his pa'li (direhorse).
He had jumped of quickly, helping you up from the ground and apologising profusely, the word 'sorry' leaving his mouth multiple times.
It took your brain a minute to understand what was being said, the language being something you hadn't used in a long time, but you only laughed it off, telling him in Na’vi ‘it’s okay, you’re lucky you’re cute’. And of course he didn’t understand, but he smiled and laughed with you anyway.
You both became close quickly after that.
It started off with simple hello’s when passing by, or good nights when he purposely walked past your hammock. Then he’d actively seek you out during the day, sitting beside you at breakfast, then lunch and dinner. You didn’t see him much other than that, he was always with Neytiri, the Olo’eyktan’s daughter, learning the ways of your people.
It wasn’t long before you in turn started seeking him out too. Finding him before he usually went to bed just to catch up with him about his day, or ask him what he had planned for tomorrow.
The language barrier between you was incredibly strong, but somehow you understood each other.
A month into his stay and Jake sully was your best friend.
Jake was still in his hammock when you reached him early in the morning, presumably asleep, or as he'd explained to you (or asked Neytiri to translate to you), in his human body.
It was an 'off day' today, which meant that everyone was off of work and could do whatever they wanted, and you obviously wanted to spend your day with Jake as the Oloeyktan’s daughter wasn't obligated to give him a lesson.
He usually showed up when the sky was at its brightest, so you rushed off to breakfast and brought back a portion for yourself and for him, before sitting on the tree branch above him and starting your meal, listening to the animals chirp and roar.
You had so much you wanted to do with him today, your excitement making you restless as you kept glancing down at his hammock waiting for him to wake.
You needed to feed your ikran first, so you were going to fly her down to the lakes at the edge of the forest so you and her could fish. Then in the evening some of the other na’vi your age were having a party and they allowed you to bring your new friend.
You were going to bring him regardless, but you found it very nice they wanted to include him.
All you had to do now was figure out how you were going to tell Jake this stuff without it sounding like absolute gibberish.
You had just placed the last bite of your breakfast into your mouth when Jake’s hammock opened up, his arms stretched above his head.
He jumps when he feels a body land right in front of him, ur face coming into view as you shove his breakfast in his face. “Thank Eywa you wake, you too long, yom (eat).”
“Well good morning to you too.” He chuckles, taking the wrapped food from your hand and very slowly beginning to eat.
“Morning, yes,” you nod at him in a quick greeting, then immediately start trying to form coherent sentences, “okay, today, no work.” He nods at you to show he’s listening and understanding, and you continue.
“You,” you place a hand on the top of his chest, between his collarbones, “with oe (me).” You then place that same hand on your own chest, and again he nods.
“We go on my ikran, toooo eh.. ‘ora. You know?” The poor man had a very confused look on his face, but non the less nodded and gestured for you to continue. “Where the fishes, you know?” And this time he nodded confidently.
“Yes, ikran eat. Makrr (later), in night, awnga (we),” you gestured between you both, “go pongu (party) with friends.” Again Jake nodded, but you could see by his facial expression that he didn’t quite understand that last part. Your only solution was to act it out, so you started imitating music with your mouth and shimmying your shoulders, your best attempt at translating party.
His loud laughter cut through the silence of this part of the home tree, and your hands were immediately on him shushing him. “Jake! Shhhh! Loud!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Ngaytxoa (sorry).” His laughter turned silent, but his shoulders were still shaking as he doubled forward. “You’re funny, errr Hiyìk (funny).”
After staring at him, you too began to giggle.
“Säpi (hurry) Jake.” You reach your hand out and take the food from his hand, shoving what was left into his mouth and immediately standing up and dragging him with you. “Ikran hungry.”
You heard him cough lightly as you dragged him down the tree, but you didn’t stop to check on him, too eager to see your ikran.
So like he found himself doing a lot recently, Jake let you drag him along, a hidden smile on his face, and had one of his favourite days ever.
By the time eclipse passed, both your smiles were bright enough to replace the sun and light up the whole of pandora.
Your day had gone slightly off track. After heading to the lakes, instead of the original plan of quickly fishing and returning straight home, you had both instead decided to go for a swim (you pushed Jake in, he didn’t actually have a choice in the matter).
After that you found out that no one had ever taken him to the Ayram Alusìng (hallelujah mountains) and you couldn’t pass up an opportunity on sharing their beauty with your friend. You arrived late to the communal dinner, but either way you took the food and sat up in the trees munching and talking.
Now you were dragging him (again) through the forest and further away from home tree, hands intertwined. “Säpi Jake!” You whisper shouted, the sound of upbeat Na’vi songs becoming louder.
“I am! I’m coming.” You both ran through the trees, watching as they reduced and a clearing full of already drunk Na’vi’s came into view.
You slowed down to a walk, your grip on Jake still tight, and lead him straight to the drinks your friends had made. “Okay,” when you reached the table, you turned to him and intertwined your other hand with his. “This, drink. Like ehh alc-ohool.” Jake grinned and nodded, looking over at each one as you pointed them out and explained what was inside as best you could.
“Okay, Oe new fì'u 'aw (I want this one),” you pointed at yourself then at the drink, “and you?”
“I’ll have the same please lor (beautiful).” You blushed slightly at the new nickname, especially because he had specifically asked you to translate it for him.
When you poured the first drinks you both finished them quickly. You had taken Jake around to meet all your friends and took it in turns getting drinks for each other. Before anyone knew it, you were both incredibly drunk.
“Okay! Okay oe kame (I understand)! I dare you, jump!” Jake leaned on you and laughed, shaking his head.
“No, no! It has to be bad ones like… I dare you to take your tweng (loincloth) off and jump in the lake.” You gasped loudly at his dare, slapping your hand over his mouth. Your head swivelled around to make sure no one heard what he said.
“Kehe (no) Jake! Rude!” But Jake only laughed louder, shaking his head at your childlike innocence.
Later you both ended up on the makeshift dance floor, Jake teaching you his Sky people dances and you teaching him the dances of the Na’vi. “No, no you’re too stiff, you need to move smooth like you have no bones.” Still you didn’t understand any of his movements, none of them had meaning and in all honesty he just looked a bit silly.
As the night went on your energy increased. Other Na’vi joined you in your dances, then very quickly left when Jake and his human-ness joined. You climbed trees as a challenge to see who could get the highest drunk, then raced to see who could get the furthest without tripping.
The whole evening was just a replica of your afternoon, but drunk.
Eventually though, the high faded, and you and Jake were left slumped against a tree. “Oe (I’m) tired Jake.”
“Me too.” He groaned, leaning off the tree and instead onto you, head on your stomach. “I had a lot of fun with you today though, irayo (thank you).”
Your hand came to rest on his head, three fingers sliding through his hair. “Kehe (no) Jake no thank,” then you took a deep breath, “I had fun with you too.” He lifted off of you and turned to look at your face, smile bright.
“Oh my gosh that was perfect.” You smiled proud and shrugged. You wanted to say it even if you struggled. You didn’t mind struggling for him. Then very quickly your smile vanished. Jake had leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.
You felt your face light on fire and your eyes widen. “‘Upe (what)…” But Jake only shrugged, his grin teasing, and lay his head back on your stomach.
You fell asleep against the tree that night, but the only thing on your mind was Jake Sully had kissed me.
𑣲⋆｡˚ synopsis: neteyam loves the thrill loves of being the perfect olo'eyktan-in-waiting while secretly teasing and flustering you under everyone's noses.
𑣲⋆｡˚ content warnings: very suggestive, aged up characters, cheeky & cocky neteyam, flustered reader, secret courting, heavy flirting, detailed makeouts, dryhumping, risk of being caught
𑣲⋆｡˚ word count: 3.1k
𑣲⋆｡˚ author's note: based on this request! i was laughing the entire time writing this :,)
The mist of the Hallelujah Mountains clings to your skin, a damp shroud that smells of ozone and crushed ferns. High above the jungle floor, the air is thinner, cooler, and hums with the distant calls of mountain banshees.
You carefully navigate the narrow vine-bridge connecting two floating islands, the thick, braided vegetation swaying gently under your weight. Ahead of you, the path is blocked by a tall, lithe figure. Neteyam stands mid-bridge, his silhouette sharp against the blinding white of the clouds. He is waiting, his tail twitching with a rhythmic grace that tells you exactly who is in control of this crossing.
His golden eyes lock onto yours, shimmering with a mix of duty and a mischief so thick it’s nearly tangible. To Jake and Lo’ak, who are currently scouting the ledge just fifty meters above, Neteyam is the disciplined soldier, the perfect heir-in-waiting. To you, he is a relentless tease acting as though the Great Mother herself had already braided your lives together.
Neteyam steps forward, his large, four-toed feet silent on the damp moss of the bridge, and plants himself firmly in your way. The space between you narrows until you can feel the radiant heat of his blue skin and the earthy scent of the forest that follows him everywhere.
He tilts his head, his bioluminescent markings glowing faintly in the shadow of the mountain. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, revealing the sharp point of a fang. He crosses his muscular arms over his chest, his broad shoulders blocking the only way forward. He knows you cannot go back, and he knows you cannot pass him without making physical contact—a contact he is clearly hungry for.
Your breath hitches, the air in your lungs suddenly feeling insufficient. Every time he looks at you like it feels as though he is peeling back your skin to see the fluttering of your heart beneath. You try to step to the left, but he mirrors the movement with fluid, feline speed. You try the right, and his tail snakes out, lightly brushing against your hip, a warning and a promise all at once. The bridge lurches slightly in the wind, forcing you to reach out and grab his forearm for balance. His skin is rough and warm, the muscle beneath as hard as the stone of the mountains.
"Neteyam, move," you hiss, your voice strained with a mixture of frustration and a blossoming heat you refuse to acknowledge. "Your father is waiting. Lo’ak will start making jokes if we linger here too long."
He doesn't budge. Instead, he leans down, his face inches from yours. He is so close that you can see the intricate patterns of his iris and the way his ears flicker at the sound of Lo’ak’s distant shouting. He is playing a dangerous game, one that thrives on the thrill of nearly being caught.
"Let them wait," he whispers, his voice a low vibration that resonates in your own chest. “I see the way your pupils grow wide when I walk into the hometree. I see how you touch the bone-whistle I carved for you when you think no one is looking. Why do you hide it? Is the son of the Olo'eyktan not worthy of a confession?"
He is relentless. He reaches out, his large hand cupping the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin behind your ear. The touch sends a violent shiver down your spine. He is claiming you, weaving a web of intimacy that grows tighter with every shared glance. He wants the words. He wants to hear you admit that his pursuit hasn't been in vain, that the courting gift—a delicate necklace of obsidian and sea-glass he left on your sleeping mat—had touched more than just your curiosity.
"I am not letting you pass until I hear it," he says, his expression turning mock-serious, though the twinkle in his eyes betrays him. "Tell me you liked the gift."
From above, the sound of heavy footsteps on stone echoes. Jake’s voice carries through the mist, calling out Neteyam’s name. The urgency of the situation should make you pull away, but the way Neteyam is looking at you makes the rest of the world fade into insignificance.
"Fine!" you whisper-yell, your face flushing a deep, embarrassed purple. "It was nice, alright? The necklace... the way you carved it... it was beautiful."
The transformation in his expression is instantaneous. The smirk breaks into a triumphant, radiant grin that lights up his entire face. He doesn't let you pass yet. He surges forward, his hands framing your face as he pulls you into a sudden, resounding smooch. It is loud, messy, and tastes of victory. His lips are firm and warm against yours, a bold seal on your confession that leaves your head spinning.
Just as he pulls back, his tail giving a delighted flick, the heavy thud of feet hitting the vine-bridge signals the arrival of the others. Lo’ak swings down from a higher vine, landing a few paces behind Neteyam with his usual lack of grace, followed closely by the steady, imposing presence of Jake.
Neteyam doesn't miss a beat. He immediately assumes a posture of perfect, military readiness, his hands dropping to his sides as he turns to face his father. Only the slight heaving of his chest and the way his eyes dart back to you for a fraction of a second hint at the disarray he just caused you.
"Everything clear ahead, Neteyam?" Jake asks, his eyes scanning the horizon, oblivious to the fact that his eldest son just spent the last five minutes trapping you in a romantic deadlock.
"Perfectly clear, sir," Neteyam responds, his voice steady and devoid of the rasp that had been there moments ago.
Lo’ak, however, narrows his eyes, looking between your flushed face and Neteyam’s suspicious grin. "You look like you just ate a hexapede, bro. What’s with the face?"
Neteyam simply claps a hand on Lo’ak’s shoulder, shoving him forward with a laugh. "Just enjoying the view, little brother. Move out."
You are pressed back against the rough, cork-like bark of a massive podocarpus, the ridges of the tree digging into your shoulder blades as Neteyam crowds into your personal space. His feet are braced on either side of yours, grounding him as he leans his full weight forward, trapping you in the small alcove of roots and shadows. Above, the canopy is a riot of shifting greens and deep purples, but your entire world has narrowed down to him.
Neteyam tilts his head, a slow smirk spreading across his face that reveals the sharp, ivory glint of his fangs. He doesn't wait for permission, he never does lately. He reaches out, his hand cupping your jaw, his thumb dragging firmly across your lower lip to pull it down, exposing the pink dampness of your mouth. When he leans in, his nose brushes against yours, his warm breath fanning over your face.
The first kiss is a possessive claim. He presses his lips against yours with a firm, rhythmic pressure, savoring the way you gasp into his mouth. It is deep and exploratory, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips before sliding inside to tangle with yours. You let out a soft, involuntary whine, your fingers curling into the leather of his loincloth as you try to pull him closer. He responds by deepening the contact, his other hand sliding down to grip your waist, his fingers slogging into your hip with enough force to leave a faint bruise.
"Neteyam, report," Neytiri’s voice crackles suddenly through the comm-link fastened to Neteyam’s ear. The sound is jarringly professional, cutting through the haze of desire like a blade.
Neteyam doesn't pull away. Instead, he shifts his angle, his lips sliding toward the sensitive corner of your mouth as he reaches up with one hand to press the activation stud on the device. His eyes remain locked on yours, dancing with a wicked, unyielding mischief. He looks entirely unbothered, his breathing steady even as he continues to feast on your skin.
"Perimeter is clear, Mother," Neteyam says, his voice coming out smooth and crystalline, devoid of any hint that he is currently pinning his future mate against a tree. He punctuates the sentence by nipping hard at your bottom lip, a sharp tug that earns another muffled sound of protest from you. He snickers quietly against your skin, the vibration of his laughter rumbling through your own chest.
"The tracks we found earlier were just a stray sturmbeast. Nothing to worry about. I’ll keep sweeping toward the eastern ridge."
You glare at him, your face flushed a vivid, embarrassed shade of violet, but he only rolls his eyes. He lets go of the comm-link and immediately captures your mouth again, this time with more urgency. The kiss becomes a frantic exchange of heat and friction. He sucks on your tongue, the wet, sliding sounds of the embrace echoing in the quiet pocket of the forest. He is relentless, his teeth grazing your lips as he groans low in his throat.
"Yo, big bro, you there?" Lo’ak’s voice bursts through the radio, loud and annoying. "I found some weird fruit over by the creek. Is this the stuff Dad said not to touch, or can I eat it?"
Neteyam lets out a huff of amusement, pulling back just an inch, his lips glistening with your shared saliva. He watches the way your chest heaves, your breath coming in short, ragged bursts. He seems to take a sadistic delight in how much more affected you are than he is. He reaches out, tracing the line of your collarbone with his index finger, his touch light but lingering.
"Don't eat it, skxawng (idiot)," Neteyam replies into the comm, his tone perfectly flat and brotherly, though he is currently sliding his hand up your thigh, his palm hot against your skin. "Dad said those cause a rash that lasts for three sun-cycles. Unless you want to spend the next week itching like a viperwolf with mange, put it down and get back to your post."
"Ugh, fine. You're so boring," Lo’ak grumbles before the line goes dead.
Neteyam drops his hand from the comm and leans his forehead against yours, his ears twitching with satisfaction. He treats you as though you are already his, a settled fact in his mind. He leans down again, this time burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.
"You make such sweet sounds when you're frustrated," he whispers against your pulse point, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He begins to trail wet, hot kisses up the length of your throat, his tongue flickering out to taste the salt on your skin. He finds the soft spot just behind your ear and bites down gently, sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core. "Do you want me to stop? I could go join Lo'ak. I could leave you here all alone with your thoughts."
You shake your head frantically, your hands moving up to clasp behind his neck, pulling his head back down to yours. You are desperate for the contact, your body humming with a restless, frantic energy that he has spent the last hour cultivating. He laughs, a soft, triumphant sound, and gives you one last, lingering kiss—a deep, soul-searing pressure that leaves your head spinning and your lips swollen.
"Tìmweypey (patience)," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "The sun will set soon, and then we won't have to listen to my brother's voice at all."
He steps back, his posture instantly shifting back into his disciplined, untouchable sona of his. He begins to move away, blending into the shadows of the forest with the grace of a ghost, leaving you leaning against the tree, trembling and breathless, while he whistles a casual, airy tune.
The air at this secluded rock pool was heavy, clinging to your skin with the scent of damp earth, crushed mint, and the sharp, musky heat radiating from Neteyam’s body. He had you backed against a smooth, submerged shelf of stone, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive, grounding strength that anchored you against the gentle lap of the lake.
Your legs were locked tightly around his waist, your ankles crossing behind the small of his back, while your arms draped over his broad, blue shoulders. Every time he shifted, the friction of his skin against yours sent a jolt of lightning through your nerves, yet you couldn't stop the melodic, breathless giggles bubbling up from your chest.
"You are trouble," Neteyam rasped, his voice low, vibrating against the sensitive skin of your neck. He pressed forward, his weight pinning you more firmly against the stone as he moved with a slow, rhythmic persistence. "I heard you. In the communal circle. You told your mother that your heart was still 'as open as the sea' and that no one was currently seeking your hand."
You threw your head back, a loud, taunting laugh escaping you as his tail gave a sharp, agitated flick in the water. "Did I? I must have forgotten. My memory is so short these days, Neteyam. Perhaps it is because the 'perfect heir' is so subtle that I haven't even noticed his efforts".
He let out a sharp, indignant huff, his golden eyes narrowing with a mix of genuine frustration and the playful, cheeky spark that he rarely showed anyone else. He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours, his breath hot and smelling of the sweet fruit he’d shared with you earlier.
"Subtle?" he countered, his hands sliding up to frame your face, his thumbs dragging across your cheekbones with enough pressure to make your breath hitch. "I left a necklace of obsidian and sea-glass on your mat. I have brought you the choice cuts of every hunt for three sun-cycles. I have practically breathed for you".
"It was a very nice necklace," you teased, nipping playfully at his lower lip before pulling away just out of reach. "But until I see a formal declaration before the Tsahik, I am technically a free woman. This? This is just payback for trapping me on that vine-bridge last week".
Neteyam groaned, the sound raw and phonetic as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing the tendon there in a warning nip. He continued the steady, agonizing rhythm of his body against yours.
"You think this is a game," he muttered against your skin, his hands moving down to squeeze your thighs, pulling you even tighter into his heat. "I am the future leader of this clan, and you are making me look like a fool who cannot even claim his own mate."
"Then maybe you should try harder," you challenged, your voice dropping to an outrageous whisper. "Because honestly, Neteyam, I heard Lo'ak saying he might start bringing me weaving fibers soon. He’s much more direct than his 'perfect' older brother."
The lie was so absurd, so blatantly designed to rile him up, that Neteyam’s entire body went rigid for a fraction of a second. He pulled back, his expression a mask of mock-outrage, his ears pinned back against his head.
"Lo'ak?" he echoed, a sharp, disbelieving bark of a laugh escaping him. "That skxawng wouldn't know a courting ritual if it bit him on the tail. You are mine. You know it, I know it, and the Great Mother herself knows it".
Before you could retort with another jab about his brother, Neteyam lunged forward, his mouth crashing onto yours to effectively silence you. The kiss was messy and desperate, a collision of teeth and tongue that tasted of victory and salt. You melted instantly, your fingers tangling into the braids at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you.
The silence of the grotto was suddenly broken by the running feet on the soft loam nearby, accompanied by the bright, unmistakable sound of Kiri’s melodic laughter and Spider’s raspy voice.
Neteyam’s ears flicked toward the sound instantly. With the fluid, feline speed of a warrior, he broke the kiss. Before you could even draw a breath to ask what was happening, his large hand landed firmly on top of your head. With a sudden, forceful shove, he plunged you beneath the surface of the lake.
The water was cool and dark, bubbles dancing past your eyes as you sat on the submerged stone shelf, your lungs burning with the suddenness of it. Above you, you could see the distorted, blue silhouette of Neteyam standing tall, his posture shifting in a heartbeat from a lover’s embrace to a casual, bored stance.
Kiri and Spider burst through the ferns, both of them looking disheveled, their skin flushed a deep, embarrassed purple. Spider was rubbing the back of his neck, and Kiri was pointedly adjusting a necklace that wasn't out of place.
Neteyam quirked a single, judgmental eyebrow at them, his arms crossing over his broad chest. "You two look like you’ve been chased by a thanator," he said, his voice smooth and steady, betraying none of the heat that had just been radiating from him. "What are you doing this far from the village?"
Kiri jumped, her eyes darting around the pool before settling on her brother. "We... we were just scouting! For rare moss. For grandmother!"
Spider nodded vigorously, his dreadlocks swaying. "Yeah. Moss. Very important moss. What are you doing out here, Neteyam? Alone?"
Neteyam didn't miss a beat. He gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, his expression unreadable and calm. Beneath the water, you felt his toes lightly brush against your submerged knee, a silent command to stay still.
"Just enjoying the peace," Neteyam replied, a faint, teasing smirk touching his lips as he looked at the two of them—clearly aware they had been caught in their own secret moment. "It’s a shared secret, isn't it? The best spots in the forest are always the ones people don't know you're visiting."
Kiri narrowed her eyes, looking at the ripples in the water, but Neteyam simply stared her down with the practiced authority of the eldest brother until she huffed and turned away, dragging a red-faced Spider back into the trees.
Only when the sound of their footsteps faded did Neteyam reach down, his fingers hooking under your arms to haul you back into the air. You emerged sputtering, wiping water from your eyes and glaring at him with pure murder in your gaze.
"You drowned me!" you hissed, though you couldn't hide the smile tugging at your mouth.
Neteyam just laughed, pulling you back into his arms, his forehead resting against yours. "I saved your reputation. Now, where were we? Something about Lo'ak and weaving fibers?"
you guys literally have me in neteyam purgatory. the way i write him cannot be that good.
synopsis: jake can’t help falling when a cute na’vi girl who barley speaks two words in english takes an interest in him
tags: fluff, friends with feelings, broken English
wc: 1.7k+
a/n: prompt 28 for pandora in bloom by @junebugonjupiter - “thank eywa you’re awake, i couldn’t wait-” (i didn’t put the exact quote is that okay guys 🥹)
a/n pt.2: guys past and present tense don’t exist in my realm of living, you get what u get. FUN FACT when I started nursery all i could say was my name and toilet in english😛 bet my teachers were having a field day figuring out what i wanted
The life Jake was living was not one he had expected for himself.
He didn’t expect that he’d be on a moon 4.65 light years away from his home. Didn’t expect that he’d be able to walk on his own two legs again. Or even be a big blue alien that’s nine feet tall.
But most of all he didn’t expect a sweet Na’vi girl to become his closest friend.
You’re incredibly cute to him. Smile always bright and body radiating sunshine everywhere you went. When you see him you come running over and give him a hug, immediately starting a conversation with him in a language you really struggled to speak and understand. It made him want to pinch your cheeks and squeeze you till you popped, something humans called ‘cuteness aggression’.
When you first met him, you were hesitant. Naturally. Everyone was. A dream walker had made his way into your clan and caused a slight disruption in the peace. So you stayed away.
But then he almost ran you over with his pa'li (direhorse).
He had jumped of quickly, helping you up from the ground and apologising profusely, the word 'sorry' leaving his mouth multiple times.
It took your brain a minute to understand what was being said, the language being something you hadn't used in a long time, but you only laughed it off, telling him in Na’vi ‘it’s okay, you’re lucky you’re cute’. And of course he didn’t understand, but he smiled and laughed with you anyway.
You both became close quickly after that.
It started off with simple hello’s when passing by, or good nights when he purposely walked past your hammock. Then he’d actively seek you out during the day, sitting beside you at breakfast, then lunch and dinner. You didn’t see him much other than that, he was always with Neytiri, the Olo’eyktan’s daughter, learning the ways of your people.
It wasn’t long before you in turn started seeking him out too. Finding him before he usually went to bed just to catch up with him about his day, or ask him what he had planned for tomorrow.
The language barrier between you was incredibly strong, but somehow you understood each other.
A month into his stay and Jake sully was your best friend.
Jake was still in his hammock when you reached him early in the morning, presumably asleep, or as he'd explained to you (or asked Neytiri to translate to you), in his human body.
It was an 'off day' today, which meant that everyone was off of work and could do whatever they wanted, and you obviously wanted to spend your day with Jake as the Oloeyktan’s daughter wasn't obligated to give him a lesson.
He usually showed up when the sky was at its brightest, so you rushed off to breakfast and brought back a portion for yourself and for him, before sitting on the tree branch above him and starting your meal, listening to the animals chirp and roar.
You had so much you wanted to do with him today, your excitement making you restless as you kept glancing down at his hammock waiting for him to wake.
You needed to feed your ikran first, so you were going to fly her down to the lakes at the edge of the forest so you and her could fish. Then in the evening some of the other na’vi your age were having a party and they allowed you to bring your new friend.
You were going to bring him regardless, but you found it very nice they wanted to include him.
All you had to do now was figure out how you were going to tell Jake this stuff without it sounding like absolute gibberish.
You had just placed the last bite of your breakfast into your mouth when Jake’s hammock opened up, his arms stretched above his head.
He jumps when he feels a body land right in front of him, ur face coming into view as you shove his breakfast in his face. “Thank Eywa you wake, you too long, yom (eat).”
“Well good morning to you too.” He chuckles, taking the wrapped food from your hand and very slowly beginning to eat.
“Morning, yes,” you nod at him in a quick greeting, then immediately start trying to form coherent sentences, “okay, today, no work.” He nods at you to show he’s listening and understanding, and you continue.
“You,” you place a hand on the top of his chest, between his collarbones, “with oe (me).” You then place that same hand on your own chest, and again he nods.
“We go on my ikran, toooo eh.. ‘ora. You know?” The poor man had a very confused look on his face, but non the less nodded and gestured for you to continue. “Where the fishes, you know?” And this time he nodded confidently.
“Yes, ikran eat. Makrr (later), in night, awnga (we),” you gestured between you both, “go pongu (party) with friends.” Again Jake nodded, but you could see by his facial expression that he didn’t quite understand that last part. Your only solution was to act it out, so you started imitating music with your mouth and shimmying your shoulders, your best attempt at translating party.
His loud laughter cut through the silence of this part of the home tree, and your hands were immediately on him shushing him. “Jake! Shhhh! Loud!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Ngaytxoa (sorry).” His laughter turned silent, but his shoulders were still shaking as he doubled forward. “You’re funny, errr Hiyìk (funny).”
After staring at him, you too began to giggle.
“Säpi (hurry) Jake.” You reach your hand out and take the food from his hand, shoving what was left into his mouth and immediately standing up and dragging him with you. “Ikran hungry.”
You heard him cough lightly as you dragged him down the tree, but you didn’t stop to check on him, too eager to see your ikran.
So like he found himself doing a lot recently, Jake let you drag him along, a hidden smile on his face, and had one of his favourite days ever.
By the time eclipse passed, both your smiles were bright enough to replace the sun and light up the whole of pandora.
Your day had gone slightly off track. After heading to the lakes, instead of the original plan of quickly fishing and returning straight home, you had both instead decided to go for a swim (you pushed Jake in, he didn’t actually have a choice in the matter).
After that you found out that no one had ever taken him to the Ayram Alusìng (hallelujah mountains) and you couldn’t pass up an opportunity on sharing their beauty with your friend. You arrived late to the communal dinner, but either way you took the food and sat up in the trees munching and talking.
Now you were dragging him (again) through the forest and further away from home tree, hands intertwined. “Säpi Jake!” You whisper shouted, the sound of upbeat Na’vi songs becoming louder.
“I am! I’m coming.” You both ran through the trees, watching as they reduced and a clearing full of already drunk Na’vi’s came into view.
You slowed down to a walk, your grip on Jake still tight, and lead him straight to the drinks your friends had made. “Okay,” when you reached the table, you turned to him and intertwined your other hand with his. “This, drink. Like ehh alc-ohool.” Jake grinned and nodded, looking over at each one as you pointed them out and explained what was inside as best you could.
“Okay, Oe new fì'u 'aw (I want this one),” you pointed at yourself then at the drink, “and you?”
“I’ll have the same please lor (beautiful).” You blushed slightly at the new nickname, especially because he had specifically asked you to translate it for him.
When you poured the first drinks you both finished them quickly. You had taken Jake around to meet all your friends and took it in turns getting drinks for each other. Before anyone knew it, you were both incredibly drunk.
“Okay! Okay oe kame (I understand)! I dare you, jump!” Jake leaned on you and laughed, shaking his head.
“No, no! It has to be bad ones like… I dare you to take your tweng (loincloth) off and jump in the lake.” You gasped loudly at his dare, slapping your hand over his mouth. Your head swivelled around to make sure no one heard what he said.
“Kehe (no) Jake! Rude!” But Jake only laughed louder, shaking his head at your childlike innocence.
Later you both ended up on the makeshift dance floor, Jake teaching you his Sky people dances and you teaching him the dances of the Na’vi. “No, no you’re too stiff, you need to move smooth like you have no bones.” Still you didn’t understand any of his movements, none of them had meaning and in all honesty he just looked a bit silly.
As the night went on your energy increased. Other Na’vi joined you in your dances, then very quickly left when Jake and his human-ness joined. You climbed trees as a challenge to see who could get the highest drunk, then raced to see who could get the furthest without tripping.
The whole evening was just a replica of your afternoon, but drunk.
Eventually though, the high faded, and you and Jake were left slumped against a tree. “Oe (I’m) tired Jake.”
“Me too.” He groaned, leaning off the tree and instead onto you, head on your stomach. “I had a lot of fun with you today though, irayo (thank you).”
Your hand came to rest on his head, three fingers sliding through his hair. “Kehe (no) Jake no thank,” then you took a deep breath, “I had fun with you too.” He lifted off of you and turned to look at your face, smile bright.
“Oh my gosh that was perfect.” You smiled proud and shrugged. You wanted to say it even if you struggled. You didn’t mind struggling for him. Then very quickly your smile vanished. Jake had leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.
You felt your face light on fire and your eyes widen. “‘Upe (what)…” But Jake only shrugged, his grin teasing, and lay his head back on your stomach.
You fell asleep against the tree that night, but the only thing on your mind was Jake Sully had kissed me.
synopsis: you love every part of lo’ak, from his human features, right down to every bioluminescent freckle on his perfect body
tags: they’re so in love it makes me want to cry, fluff
wc: guys my laptops dead and i’ve lost the charger so IDK but it’s short lowk maybeeeee 0.5k?
a/n: pandora in bloom by @junebugonjupiter , prompt 15 - tracing tahni/ freckles
a/n pt.2: u cannot convince me this baby boy does not deserve a puppy love like he’s soooo baby girl like ughhhhhhh just let me hug you forever. chille i’ll check and edit it in the morning xoxo gossip girl
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The stars of the universe lit up your planet, the sun long gone to rest. Around you nature glowed, from the smallest insect to the largest tree.
And right in the middle of it, Eywa’s most beautiful creation, Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.
The grass formed a makeshift bed, keeping you both comfortable as you lay facing each other, tails intertwined.
You didn’t say much, but you didn’t have to. It was the silences that spoke louder than the words, those quiet nights where you simply needed the other’s presence as an anchor.
Your hand lay on his face, thumb lightly tracing over his brow, memorising the shape.
His eyes were closed, breath steady, complete blind trust in you. You shifted your hand off his face, instead placing the tips of your fingers, touch so light it feels like kisses from the wind.
Your hand drifted, fingers placing themselves at Lo’ak’s hairline and softly beginning their journey down his forehead.
His tahni (bioluminescent freckles) were such a unique factor about him, you adored it. The way it dotted his face and body, placed in a pattern so him it made your chest swell up. A pattern not usually found among the Omiticaya.
You often wanted to wrap Lo’ak up and place him in your heart, where the world couldn’t get to him and bother him the way it often did. Where he’d simply rely on your love for him to keep him alive, and that was something you knew you could give until Eywa would eventually call you back to her.
In your mind you kept count of the freckles as you moved your fingers down and across, not a single one going untouched. The longer you traced his face, the brighter they glowed, a subtle and silent declaration of his love.
“What are you doing?” He quietly muttered, his eyes fluttering open and looking into yours.
“Admiring.” You replied, a shy smile on your face, fingers not once pausing in their movements. They gently traced over his chin, following the pattern of freckles down his neck and over his shoulders.
Instead of replying to you he just shifted closer, pulling your leg over his and placing his arm loosely over your waist. He leaned in a placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, then leaned back again, eyes closed the way they were a moment before.
You felt your heart soar, the love you carry for him so large and heavy it consumed every atom of your being.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Huh?”
“Your fingers, they’ve stopped.” You looked down at his chest where your hand lay flat on him, and quickly lifted it off into the position it had previously been in.
Immediately you start moving your hand again, continuing to trace his tahni, picking up from the number you left off on.
You both stayed like that all night, your hands moving and his pulling you closer and closer. Tighter and tighter. Until you eventually fell asleep pressed up against each other, not a single gap available between your interlinked bodies.
I love your writing style! This part in particular was banger!
"You often wanted to wrap Lo’ak up and place him in your heart, where the world couldn’t get to him and bother him the way it often did. Where he’d simply rely on your love for him to keep him alive, and that was something you knew you could give until Eywa would eventually call you back to her."
