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I'm back! Kinda...

Hey y'all, its darkblue under a new name and aesthetic!

I haven't been gone per say, I've just been lurking. Not posting much or creating fan fiction.

While I still love Avatar, I have decided to branch out to other fandoms as well. So, having a purely avatar themed profile doesn't work for me anymore. I can't be bothered/ want to create different blogs so this works out best for me.

Plus, a rainbow I find is a good way to represent all fandoms! It being pride month is a happy coincidence haha. Also rainbows are cool af.

Not quite sure when I'll start posting fan fictions, i'm just happy to be creating again.

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Fragile | Avatar Fanfiction

Jake Sully x Fem!Avatar!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

This work is part of the lovely @junebugonjupiter writing event! Also a thank you for beta reading and helping me generate a title!

Prompts | 27. Reader/Jake conceals an injury | 13. "Yes Ma'am"

Content warnings: Angst, injury, guns, knife, blood, death, foul language, violence, happy ending, kissing.

Authors note: This is my first ever written and published fan fiction. It is not the best but I hope some of you enjoy it! If anyone reads it 😆

Description: Jake was very wary of letting you join the battle. It took hours of pleading and reassuring that you will be fine. You trained with Tsu’tey! You are strong and capable. Tsu’tey made sure of that. So when you find yourself in a skirmish with one of Quaritch's crew and come out injured, but victorious. You knew Jake was going to flip when he found out. So you were going to make sure that he didn't.

Na'vi used: Skxawng - moron/idiot Tam tam - calm, be content, there there Mawey - calm Iknimaya - stairway to heaven, the rite of passage for young Na'vi Uniltaron - dream hunt Palulukan - thanator Nantang - viperwolf Olo'eyktan - clan leader

Eywa has heard Jake, She is fighting back. Palulukan, Nantang and many of Her other children are fighting back. Taking down and destroying Lyle Wainfleet's division. They avoid him, they know that this battle is mine.

His face is contorted in fear, panic rising as his neck breaks to look around only to find his comrades have been eviscerated. A smirk finds itself on my face. Bow drawn, I step out from the brush and into the clearing. My steps are calculated and graceful. Everything that Tsu’tey has drilled into my ‘skxawng’ head is being utilised for this moment. 

Wainfleet’s eyes eventually land on me, eyes widening in recognition. His mouth transforms into a sickening smile. 

“Mrs. Sully, nice party trick. But your little forest friends won’t save you or your paramour.” His tone is antagonistic and demeaning. I just want to rip that smug look off of his face. 

Hissing in response “I’m going to be the last thing you see before I scalp your ugly bald head!”

He snarls, but before he can lift his gun to aim, the arrow that lies waiting in my bow releases. Striking the glass panel of the AMP suit, cracking the glass. The precious oxygen starts to escape from his suit. In a moment of panic, he rushes to put on his mask. His panicked movement causes the glass screen to eject, leaving him vulnerable. Unfortunately, his gun fires, spraying bullets everywhere. I manage to dodge most of them, twisting and turning my lithe body. In spite of this, two bullets graze along my left thigh and right bicep. 

A sharp sting erupts from where I was hit, warm blood trails down my legs and arms. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I make a mad dash out of the gun's range. I draw back my bow again, breathing in very strong and aiming true. The arrow makes a loud THUNK as it sinks into Wainfleets chest. His breath staggers as the AMP suit falls to its metal knees in a loud clang.

I approach his amp suit carefully. His hands are grasping the arrow, trying to pull it out. The burning pain of my injuries start to increase, but I don’t let myself falter. This must be done. His eyes, full of fear, gaze up into mine, full of fury. I unsheathe the dagger carefully from its home on my chest. 

I lean my head close, my mouth next to his ear. “Goodnight, Wainfleet”, I spit out. The dagger slices across his throat, rivulets of thick blood pours down his neck. He gargles for a moment then stops. His eyes go cloudy, and his jaw slackens. I jump out of the way when the AMP suit collapses into a heap on the grass. A loud breath escapes me as the pain starts to become unbearable, the adrenaline now wearing off. 

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! 

Jake is going to reem my ass if he finds out I’ve been hurt. He only let me leave the Tree of Souls because I promised I'd be away from the action. Doing recon from afar. Fuck, he’s going to be so mad. I lied and got hurt. I can’t let him know. 

Anger flares in my chest at the thought. I don’t know why he can’t trust me! I am strong and capable. He looks at me like I’m fragile, that I’ll just break if anything touches me! I'm sick of it. I am strong in this form. A skilled warrior, I have been taught by Tsu’tey. The Olo'eyktan! 

“Whirlwind, Whirlwind do you read?” Jake's voice cuts through from my ear piece, causing my ear to twitch.

Shit, speak of the devil. I press my fingers to the comms on my neck. “Yes Jake, I’m here” I say breathlessly, trying not to moan from the stinging emanating from my wounds. I turn the comms off momentarily to hiss in pain. I even out my breathing, “I’m here” I say, voice strong.

“What’s going on?” He replies roughly, concern lacing his voice. 

“The forest animals are fighting back, Eywa has heard you my Jake. Most of the RDA ground teams are down” I reply, my voice giving nothing away. 

“Okay, fall back. Go to the Tree of Souls. I have to deal with Quaritch's plane” He responds, none the wiser. 

“I can help, I’m on m–” 

“No, fall back. That’s an order” he barks as he cuts me off. 

“But–” 

“Don’t make me repeat myself!” he yells as he cuts me off, again.

I hiss in anger, “Copy that, Whirlwind over and out” my voice is laced in venom as I reply.

“Baby, don’t be like that please” He begs, voice coarse. I don’t respond, far too angry to deal with him right now. He doesn’t try again. Probably annoyed or in the middle of a battle. 

My attention is drawn to the present when the pain becomes too much to ignore. I look down, blood coats my left leg and right arm. Shit, I need to stop the bleeding before I become too weak. 

I look around at my surroundings. I find a Yalna tree nearby, I remember Mo’at mentioning the bark stops bleeding. Shuffling my way slowly over to the tree, I use my dagger to cut at the bark. Taking only what I need. I use a long thin leaf to keep the bark on my wounds, wrapping it around my thigh and arm. Hoping it will stem the bleeding soon. 

I call for my Ikran, Tempest, a series of yips and clicks escape my mouth. She descends from the forest canopy and lands next to me. Roaring and growling as she does. “Tam tam Tempest, mawey” I whisper lovingly. “Take me to the sky” I made tsaheylu and hopped onto the saddle. 

We lift off, together as one. Our hearts are beating strongly. We both soar through the sky, heading back to the Tree of Souls.

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After the battle was won, the remaining Omatikaya gathered at the Tree of Souls. Songs and dances of victory surround me as I weave my way through the crowd. As well as the wails of families who had lost their own. It’s hard to feel vindicated, not when so much death surrounds us all. 

I find bits of coloured fabric, wrapping one around my waist, like a sarong, to cover the wound on my thigh. Doing the same around my shoulder to conceal the injury there. I do my best not to limp, but every time I take a step – it feels like liquid fire emanating from my thigh. 

I find Jake amongst the crowd, Neytiri next to him. I walk as nonchalantly as I can towards them. His eyes are searching the crowd, looking for something. As soon as they land on me a smile graces his face. He’s so handsome when he smiles. A small blush rosies my cheeks at the thought.  

He rushes over to me, wrapping me in his strong arms and squeezing tightly. I can’t help the whine of pain that leaves my throat. Shit. He unwraps his arms around me, his hands resting on my shoulders. Eyes scanning me up and down, looking for anything amiss. 

“What was that? Are you hurt?” He voices in concern.

“N-no I’m not, you just squeezed me too tight.” I started to sweat, I was never good at lying. Jake always manages to see through me. His eyes squint as he looks at me unconvinced. His ears pinned back and tail lashing. 

“Why are you wearing this?” his hands fists the fabric around my shoulders. 

“Hey! Let go, I was cold” I bark back. In fact, the weather was so warm, it was impossible to feel cold. The sheer amount of dancing bodies made sure of that. He carefully takes off the fabric around my shoulder. I don’t bother stopping him, unable to maintain the charade. 

My ears flatten against my head as I look down, too afraid to meet his eyes. “Baby, how did this happen? You were supposed to stay away from the action” His eyes are filled with worry, but his tone is hinted with annoyance. 

I sigh, shoulders raising and deflating at the action. There is no point in lying anymore. 

“I didn’t do recon, I can’t just sit back and watch. You should know this! I am more useful involved in the fight than out of it!” My voice started to raise, earning attention from the surrounding people. Including Neytiri. She starts to head over to where Jake and I are.

“I am a strong warrior, I have passed my Iknimaya and Uniltaron. I killed many RDA soldiers, including Wainfleet.” My hands are shaking at this point. Unsure if it's from rage or blood loss. Neytiri places a hand on my shoulder. “Mawey, breathe”. I follow her instructions and take a deep breath in, and exhale out slowly. Jake's brows are furrowed, unsure if he should be angry, sad or proud. 

“Jake, she is right. She has a strong heart and an even stronger will. You must trust her” 

I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. His eyes are darting between Neytiri and I, unsure how to proceed. He sighs deeply. 

“I’m just…” He starts, finding it hard to express how he feels. Jake has always struggled with this. Opening up is rare.

“I am so scared of losing you… You mean the world to me. If something were to happen and I wasn't there–” He stops, voice cracking towards the end. He looks down, ears flattening against his head, and his tail wraps itself around his calf. As if trying to soothe himself.

“My Jake, I don’t die that easily. You have to believe in me, as I believe in you.” I lift his head up by his chin and look into his eyes. I show him a small smile. “Oel ngati kameie Jake” I whisper softly. I place my forehead against his, wanting to comfort him, and myself. 

He breathes out slowly, our breaths intertwining. “Oel ngati kameie, I love you sweetheart”. He leans in and places his lips gently on mine. I smile into the kiss and place my good arm on his shoulder. 

Neytiri steps back, allowing us the space to reconcile. A smile on her face, happy that her students have reunited.   

I lean back, and look into his golden eyes. “Now, take me to Mo’at.” 

“Yes Ma’am” he says, winking in response. 

I roll my eyes, “C’mon big boy, lets go.”

@uzmacchiato

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it... As I said, this is my first ever fan fiction that I have written, and also published online. I want to thank @junebugonjupiter again for all their help. As well as @pinkpeonyabyss for responding to my ask with helpful tips for writing.

Lots of love,

darkblue

@uzmacchiato

[morihel]

Grace Augustine AND Eywa

artist: HiKu

[junebugonjupiter]

Picnic | Tsu'tey x reader

Word count: 950

Pairing: Tsu'tey x Na'vi!reader

Description: A relaxing day by the river with the Sully family, trying out what Jake calls a "picnic".

Content Warnings: FLUFFY, Reader 's gender isn't described, but they and Tsu'tey have 3 kids, Tsu'tey lives (obviously), Takes place 8-9 years after end of first movie.

Author's note: This was soooooo cute, but I will probably be returning to my Jake roots after writing 2 Tsu'tey fics in a row though. Based on this request!

Na’vi Words used: Syaksyuk - Prolemuris Sempu/Sempul - Daddy/Father Yerik - Hexapede

The day off was not Tsu’tey’s idea. Neytiri and her family insisted that your family joined them for a few hours. After some light convincing, Tsu’tey relented, handing his Olo’eyktan duties off to Ka’ani for a few hours. 

Jake had come up with the idea of you all going to the river to swim, and asked if it could be a picnic. The idea was entirely foreign to you all, but Jake explained how on earth, humans would take food and go eat it outside. 

You had looked at Neytiri in confusion. This idea seemed to be very basic to you, but you had learned that humans found many things entertaining that you did not. She just rolled her eyes at her husband and said, “Ma’ Jake, we already do this often on hunting parties and long journeys."

He shook his head and beamed, “But this is for fun!” he explained.

So the next day, you and Tsu’tey sat by the shore hand in hand, your one year old daughter, Maea strapped to your chest as your two sons ran around with Lo’ak, Neteyam, and Kiri. 

“Stay where we can see you,” Tsu’tey called to them, and your kids were quick to nod in respect to their father. They ran through the water, splashing themselves and the Sully children. Kiri screeched when her brothers kicked water at her and the boys laughed.

“They run around like wild syaksyuks,” you laughed and Tsu’tey smiled at the comparison. 

“But not half as agile,” he added. Right on time, 6 year old Lo’ak tripped, sprawling out on the dirt. All four adults held their breath, knowing it was best to gauge his reaction first. If he sprung up like nothing happened, then there was no need to coddle him, but if he started to cry, that was different. 

Lo’ak rolled over, staring up at the sky. You saw Neytiri relax out of the corner of your eye thinking he was fine, but then he slowly scrunched his eyes closed as he released a wail. 

“I got him,” Jake said, hurrying over to his youngest child to comfort him and check for injuries. He held him in his arms, Loak sitting at his hip as he rested his head on Jake’s shoulder and sniffled.

Your youngest son, Arwey, ran over to sit in Tsu’tey’s lap. “Is Lo’ak going to be okay, Sempu?” he asked.

“Yes, he will be fine, his sempul knows what to do,” Tsu’tey said, wrapping his arms securely around him. You smiled at the sight of your boys.

“Like how you always know what to do?” Arwey asked, looking up at his father with questioning eyes. 

“All sempuls know what to do. Eywa gives them this gift when their children are born,” Tsu’tey explained, looking to youwith mirth in his gaze to make sure you were hearing the conversation.

“Like magic powers?” he asked in awe.

“Exactly, Son.” Tsu’tey nodded, fighting back a laugh.

Soon, the sun was high in the sky and it was time to eat. Jake and Neytiri laid out a blanket, which you did not see the point of. You would only get it dirty. But everyone sat down anyway. 

You had packed a bag full of food, just as Jake had explained was traditional. You pulled out fruit and dried yerik, some of your kids favorites, handing it off to Tsu’tey who started portioning it out. As the kids sat down around you, you both started handing out food.

Jake and Neytiri were sitting opposite you and Tsu’tey, with the kids filling in all the spots around the circle you made. You were pleased when Kiri sat between Neytiri and you, casting you a smile as you handed her food. 

You were fond of the Sully girl, both families were dominated by boys and your daughter was only one year old, so it was nice to have a young girl around. You had watched Kiri grow up, had done her hair, helped Neytiri pick out gifts for her. In many ways, you and Tsu’tey were like an aunt and uncle to them, just like Jake and Neytiri were to your kids.

In fact, you shook your head as your eldest, Tarik sat tentatively beside Jake, looking up to Toruk Makto, being a little in awe of the legend himself despite seeing him nearly everyday.

“Hey, Champ,” Jake stuck out a hand to ruffle Tarik’s braids and he beamed. 

Arwey stayed by Tsu’tey’s side, sitting between his parents. Tsu’tey helped him tear up his Yerik into smaller sections so he did not choke. Neteyam sat beside Tarik and the boys whispered conspiratorially together with occasional giggles.

“Your picnic idea was not as bad as we thought it would be,” you nodded to the former dream walker as you chewed on your food. 

“You thought it would be bad?” Jake scoffed, pausing his eating to look between the other adults.

Tsu’tey shrugged, “we did not know. These Human traditions are often odd,” he said and you nodded in agreement. 

“Why did you agree to do it then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“We thought if it was stupid, then we could at least laugh at you,” Neytiri said to her mate whose eyes widened. 

“Always the people closest to you,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“I like it!” Neteyam smiled, nodding to his dad encouragingly and your heart melted at his kindness. 

“We all do, even grumpy Uncle Tsutey,” you insisted, patting your mate's thigh.

“I did not say that,” he grumbled.

“But you do…” you taunted and he shrugged.

“For a human activity, it is… adequate,” he nodded. 

So, all in all, it sounded like your outing was a success.

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[stormbornphoenix]

[bananabaread-deactivated2026050]

Earth!Jake Sully x Wife!Reader

Domestic bliss with Jake and your new baby — but the effects of Tommy's death still follow him after all this time...

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Rain turns the window into a mosaic of blue, purple, and pink, as droplets reflect the luminescent glow from advertisements and the city outside. The world is cold, and as dark as the city could be — but inside your apartment, warmth surrounds you.

The tiny baby in your arms stirs and you smile down at him. His cheek brushes against your breast, milk dribbling down his chin. "Full?" You mumble softly, lifting him to rest against your shoulder. He whines in response, wriggling against your hands. "I know, I know." You shush him, bouncing him until you hear a soft burp from the small boy. "See? All better." You bring him back to your arms and he settles quickly, eyes fluttering sleepily before sleep stills him.

Keys rattle against the apartment door and you smile as it opens. Jake wheels in carefully, a bag of groceries balancing hazardously on his lap. You move to slide off of the couch but he quickly waves you off. "No, stay. I got it." You frown, whispering something to the baby in your arms, but he overhears and points at you as he sets down the groceries. "Neteyam, tell your mom to relax."

You laugh softly, giving in. Settling back against the cushions, you rock Neteyam softly, humming one of the lullabies you've known since you were a kid. You don't see the way Jake smiles fondly at the sight as he puts away the groceries. "You both fed?" He asks from across the room, pulling a box of formula from the bag.

You nod in response, attention focused on your son. "Okay, rephrasing. Are you fed?" Jake sighs when you don't answer. "Baby."

"I'm fine, he's just fallen asleep so I'll get something soon." Your husband doesn't take that answer, however — he wheels around the kitchen, picking up a plate and starting to make you food. "Jake—"

"You have to eat, baby. You need your strength, I won't have you not looking after yourself."

"I'm looking after our son."

"And our son would say the same."

"He's three weeks old..."

"Doesn't matter." You know you won't win, and so you stop trying to. Jake approaches you with a plate of food and you take it. But he scolds you when you place it on the coffee table instead of eating. "I'll feed you if I have to."

"Jake, please."

He just smiles fondly, laughing softly through his nose before he pulls himself next to you on the couch. You shuffle, leaning against his side so that he can see Neteyam, and his hand finds the baby's head instantly, thumb slowly brushing down his thin hair. His eyes find the side of your face, studying it as you stare at the baby in your arms with overwhelming love. "You're doing so good. You know that?"

You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes. Raising a baby in this world isn't easy — it never was — but living in a time where industry is prioritised over people, you're glad to have found a man as dedicated as Jake. "I'm so proud of you." His hand finds your hair, smoothing down the shorter pieces near your hairline that pregnancy had brought. He kisses the top of your head, lingering as he holds you close.

"Thank you..." You whisper quietly, relaxing into him further — but Jake shakes his head, resuming the action of brushing down your hair.

"Nothin' to thank me for. Wouldn't wanna be anywhere else." His arm falls to your shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. Neteyam coos quietly, arms flailing as he rubs at his face. "Hey, little man. Realised your dad's here?" You laugh fondly, sitting up slightly to pass your son into his father's arms. "There we go..." Jake shushes Neteyam as he fusses at the movement, and soon enough the baby boy is asleep again.

You relax again into Jake's side, your arms wrapping around his bicep. "You're doing good too."

He lets out a huff, "I have the easy job." His finger runs down Neteyam's round cheek, watching his chest rise and fall.

Silence falls between you. Comfortable, content. The city lives loudly outside, construction almost constant, public transport busier than ever — but in here there is no sound besides the beating of hearts and Neteyam's sleeping breaths.

"They found me again..." Jake breaks the silence, and the words take a moment to register.

"... What?"

"In the baby isle too... bastards..." He whispers the word, but the emotion behind it is still there.

12 months. It had been 12 months since Tommy died, and the RDA are as determined as ever to grab up your husband and take him to another planet. At first, he was afraid for you to leave the house — worse when you were pregnant — it's not that he thought the RDA would do anything bad, but he didn't know the extent they would go to get him to comply. Rumours spread like fire nowadays...

And today, finding him in the baby isle? The things unspoken leave bruises deeper than if they'd have just asked him — they don't care about you, his wife and newborn, his life, his family. They expect him to uproot, leave you stranded on a dying planet to go and live dangerously on another...

He leans forward, picking up a piece of paper next to your plate. You see that it's a letter, an official looking one too. "From Dr. Grace Augustine... And a note from a guy called Norm Spellman. Knew Tommy apparently, worked with him."

You shake your head. Asking people who knew Tommy to get involved? It's disrespectful above anything else. You take the letter from his hand, turning it once, twice, like the contents will shift if you try hard enough.

"Dr. Augustine runs the program Tommy was under. Norm worked directly with him, here, on Earth..." The words hurt, you know they do. Neteyam stirs in his arms like he can feel the way his father's heart tugs, the way your brain tries to cope with the idea of the RDA getting desperate, changing their methods... Jake wasn't allowed to mourn, not to them.

You don't know how to respond. Your eyes skim the letter, feeling like you already know what it will say. You smile fondly, sadly, at Norm's short introduction, the way he described his relationship with Tommy. You'd met Tommy a couple of times, being your husband's twin, and his mannerisms are easy to recall.

Dr. Augustine's letter is harder to digest. Clinically explaining her work and the "Avatar program". The way she described Pandora makes your heart twist — you too had often thought about a life on a planet that isn't doomed, and she describes a world you had only seen in documentaries. Green, alive, clean... A world you yearned for your son to grow up in...

"It sounds good..." You can't help saying. Because of one offer at the end of her letter — bring your wife with you.

"Out of the question." He shakes his head, and you see the way he bites his cheek. Tears well up in his eyes and you turn your whole body to face him.

"What?" The question is quiet. How could he be so sure about not going? Pandora sounds like an incredible opportunity to raise Neteyam, happy and healthy. "But—"

"You can't put babies in cryo. I looked it up already." He sighs, blinking away the wetness in his eyes and sighing heavily.

You nod, solemn. Hope quickly draining from your chest. "Oh..."

Silence falls again, but this time charged. He wouldn't leave you. He especially wouldn't leave Neteyam, not this young. It was clear that no money in the world would change that, the RDA frequently reminded you of their pay for the time he would be there. Yet another thing that would give Neteyam a head start, a better life. You couldn't help but feel torn — glad he wouldn't leave, but upset he wasn't thinking about giving his son that life.

You didn't say the words. They got caught in your throat, felt like bile whenever you urged to say them. Leave me here. Do it for Neteyam.

Instead, the conversation passed. The night continued like it always did — but the offer from the RDA fizzled at the back of your mind.

[junebugonjupiter]

My Eye is Fixed on You | Jake Sully

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Jake Sully x wife!Omatikaya!reader

Description: Jake gets protective over what's his when he notices another man looking at you in Awa'atlu.

Content Warnings/tags: Possessive Jake, Lo'ak and Neteyam are his little lackeys, Mother!reader, reader in place of Neytiri, Possessive!Jake, Protective!Jake.

Author's note: Hehe, this was self indulgent, but also based off of this request! Thank you anon!

Thank you @lumilily for beta reading!

“And the anemone, can they be eaten or just used for medicine?” You asked the Metkayina woman in front of you, gesturing to the way she was slicing up different ocean creatures in her hands as if it was second nature.

“They can be eaten, although I do not recommend it. It can be hard to draw out the toxins and they can taste bitter,” she explained and you nodded along watching in fascination as she broke them open and started harvesting the insides.

You were standing in the communal area where the Metkayina liked to gather for meals and meal preparation. You had been trying your best to gather information and learn from the Metyakina since it looked like you would be here for a while. You had found a woman who looked nice enough and asked if you could help and the next thing you know, you’re sorting medical supplies as they are actively being harvested.

As the woman continued talking, you felt your husband's presence come up behind you. You would recognize the smell of him from across the room, woodsmoke, the clean smell of soil, and deep under that was something distinctly human, like the tang of metal. 

As soon as his feet landed behind yours, his hands drifted around your waist, flattening as they traveled to the front of your stomach. “Jake,” you hissed, grabbing at his hands to swat him away with embarrassment, but he didn’t budge. The woman smiled knowingly and averted her eyes, focusing back on the knife in her hands.

“Ignore me, carry on,” he said, subtly grabbing the sides of your loincloth and shifting it to the center. He fixed it with so much smooth ease that you would not have noticed it if you were not the one wearing it.

Your face burned as you realized it must have shifted sometime after coming out of the water. “Thank you,” you muttered.

“Mmhhm,” he hummed, drawing his hands back and moving them up to your shoulders. “What I can’t figure out is how you guys open crustaceans, I can’t crack into those things.” Jake sighed, moving on from the situation with ease and making your knees weak for him as if it was your first year of marriage all over again.

“Because you need a mallet, not a knife,” she explained and he nodded.

“Huh, a mallet. That explains it,” he said, leaning over your shoulder to watch her as well.

But his easy, jovial mood shifted as soon as you got back to your marui. 

He started fuming as soon as you crossed the threshold. “You should have seen him. If we weren’t here seeking Uturu, I would have beat his skull through his mouth,” he grumbled, eyes blazing as he shook his head. 

You froze, starting to panic at the thought that something had gone wrong. “What happened? Are the kids-“ you asked but he stopped you.

“They’re fine, no. Some punk back there was looking at you,” he bit out, sitting on the low case he used to house his weapons he did not want the kids to touch.

“Oh no… and my loincloth was…” you trailed off, eyes widening. 

His face swiveled to yours in a look of annoyed anger, but his eyes said the blame didn’t lie with you. “Was showing more than I’d like it too,” he shook his head again, jaw clenching. “He was one of the young warriors. Kids his age think they own the place. Some punk eyeing up my woman…” he muttered again, grabbing his knife on the bench and taking a whetstone to start sharpening it. 

You didn’t mean to, truly you didn’t, but a laugh tumbled out of your lips and he heard you before you could suppress it. 

“Oh is this funny?” He asked, brows raising as he paused for your reply.

“No,” you softened, but your lips still curved up in a smile. “No, well it is a little funny to see you get so bothered by this. You know that my eye is fixed only on you, Ma’yawne,” you said, sitting down beside him and resting your arm on his back as he rested his elbows on his knees. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, laying your chin on it. 

“I know that, I just don’t like him starin’ at you is all,” he grumbled like a child.

“I am sorry,” you cooed, not knowing what else to say to sooth him. 

“It’s not your fault, just… I'll handle it.” He said, shoulder flexing under your chin as he sharpened his weapon.

You stilled, thinking of all of the times your mate had said he would “handle” something. Usually it ended in someone having a black eye or a broken finger. “Ma’Jake, do not jeopardize the home we have just found here. It is hard enough on the children, we cannot move again. Let it go,” you requested. 

He just nodded, “I know, I got it,” he assured you, and you hoped you could believe him.

-

“Hey mom!” your youngest son called, walking over to you where you sat on the beach as you attached feathered plant fibers to newly made arrows. You figured you would need more in the coming days as the skypeople got bolder. 

You smiled at your youngest son, “Hey baby boy, what are you doing here? I saw your friends heading out to swim,” you asked, not wanting him to miss out.

“Eh,” he shrugged, “I thought I’d hang with you. Mind if I practice my knots? Rotxo showed me some new ones,” he explained and your heart melted. 

“Of course not. I love spending time with you, Lo’ak. Sit,” you offered. 

The two of you sat together for most of the afternoon, laughing and cutting up. With all of the doom and gloom recently, it was good that you still saw your son could still crack jokes with his quick wit. 

As fun as it was, you and you couldn’t help but notice the way he stiffened up every time someone walked past you on the sand. If anyone got too close, you saw that his hands stilled and he would watch them with critical eyes until they moved on.

After the fourth or fifth time you had to know, “What is it? Is something wrong?” You asked, knowing your son was more easy going than that.

His head whipped in your direction, “Nothing!” he said quickly before looking back to his hands, his eyes now fixed too intently on the rope.

Strange…

That night at dinner, Jake kept to your side like a bug stuck to nectar. He was touching you the entire time to the point you were ready to smack him just to get some space. 

“Yawne, we talked about this. I need at least a little room to breathe,” you said under your breath as he was crowding your space, sitting so close to your side that you had to scoot over when he sat down so you did not get smushed. 

“Right, baby,” he said, obviously distracted. Every few moments, he glanced up to a group of young adults, mostly hunters and divers who sat not too far from you. You honestly thought he was just being dramatic about this whole situation at first, but when you were about to lower your eyes back down to your food, you caught him. 

A young man, maybe mid twenties, looked directly at you and smirked, canines flashing as he cockily got your attention. Your lip immediately curled up in disgust and his face faltered. The sight made you feel a little bit better.

You looked back to your plate, “I see who you’re talking about,” you said lowly. You raised food to your mouth as Jake’s head turned back to the group, but the man had already started to talk to someone else.

“What happened?” Jake demanded, eyes fixed intently on you.

“What’s going on?” Kiri asked from your other side. Neteyam glanced over too from where he was sitting beside Jake. His eyebrows were furrowed and you noticed all of your teenagers looked worried. Tuk was happily talking with her friend on the other side of Neteyam.

“Nothing,” you insisted, you turned back to Jake, “He just smiled at me, that's all.” Jake went rigid before he angled his body to be in between yours and the group of hunters, cutting off the man’s line of sight to you. It was painfully obvious that he wasn’t conforming to the same circles everyone else was in, but you did not mind. You felt safer with his body blocking yours. He always made you feel safer in his presence.

“Uh oh, dad has some competition,” Lo’ak muttered quietly to Kiri. She snorted but pressed her lips together when Jake sent her a disproving glare.

“I already had to win you once,” he said, perking up at the story. You rolled your eyes as he brought up this again.

“Wait, you really fought over mom?” Lo’ak asked doubtfully.

“Hey! I was quite the beauty among the Omatikaya,” you muttered playfully.

“Still are, baby,” Jake smiled goofily and you smiled back at his comment.

“Gross,” Kiri grumbled, “did you at least fight someone for her?” she asked, lips stuck in a grimace, but she still wanted to know more of the juicy details. Even Neteyam and Lo’ak stopped eating to lean forward and hear better.

“Several,” you muttered, looking at Jake who furrowed his eyebrows in thought. 

“Maybe… maybe three men? They started not to mess with me after I became Olo’eyktan,” he shrugged.

“Three!” Neteyam barked out a laugh, and Lo’ak elbowed Kiri at his side.

“I did not even know it, I thought he was just showing off and being a skxawng (idiot),” you told Kiri conspiratorally. 

“But I got you in the end, didn't I?” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“Hmm and haven't let go since,” you agreed.

-

The next day only led to even stranger behavior from your boys as suddenly Neteyam sidled up to you as you walked to the far side of the village to find Ronal. 

“Hey mama,” he chirped as if this was normal for him to miss his lessons to hang out with his parents. You stilled your feet and he did the same, both turning to face the other as you stared critically at him.

“Neteyam… what is going on?” You asked, knowing your eldest looked far too nonchalant to be up to any good. He could not lie if his life depended on it, he would be the easiest of the boys to get through to. Something was happening without your knowledge.

“I can not spend time with my mother anymore?” He asked, eyes shifting as he deflected. 

“You cannot when you keep secrets from me. Lo’ak hung out with me yesterday, and now you today. What is happening? The other kids have already left for lessons,” you point out. 

“Nothing is happening!” He insisted, voice pitching too high. 

“Neteyam,” you said firmly, leveling a look at your eldest child and he cracked like an egg. 

He sighed, “Dad's gonna kill me if I tell you.”

You send him another glare, “worry more about what I will do if you do not tell me,” you threatened. 

“Fine! Fine, me and Lo’ak are rotating on watch to make sure no one bothers you. That’s all,” he confessed.

Your eyes bugged out of your head, “On watch?” you demanded.

“Yeah, you know, keep an eye out,” he trailed off as he saw your annoyance rise.

“And who’s idea was that?” you asked, lips tight.

He hesitated before he said, “Uh, Dad’s.” 

“Hmmm, right,” you sighed at your husband using your sons as his extended eyes. “Okay, then. You can help me with something.” If he was going to follow you all day, you were going to use this to your advantage.

“Is this good?” Neteyam asked, carrying the crates of wooden plates to set them beside the water tight baskets of clean water from the inland.

“That’s good,” you nodded, setting down your own crate on the floor. All of the plates needed to be washed from the morning meal and you had volunteered since you were still feeling a little guilty about placing the Metkayina all in danger. 

You handed him a woven rag made of stalk shoots, already having one for yourself and started rinsing the plates off. 

When your fingers started pruning and a bead of sweat rolled down your chest and another down your forehead, Neteyam turned to you and said, “Uh, I have to go use the bathroom.” He threw a thumb to the side gesturing to the outcropping of palms off a ways.

“Go, I got it here,” you said and nodded. He walked away and you turned back to the plate you were washing, wiping the sweat off your face before submerging your hands again.

A group of young adults rambled by and you wouldn't have noticed, except Jake’s concern had you more wary than normal. They passed without any fuss and you relaxed again.

Footsteps approached and you turned to tell Neteyam that his speed was to be commended but instead you saw the very hunter that had been watching you the past few days. 

“Mrs. Sully, why do they have you here by yourself doing all the work?” he said, almost sounding as if he was deepening his voice on purpose.

You narrowed your eyes, pursing your lips before answering. “I am not by myself, my son will be back. Who are you? You have been watching me.” you asked, flicking the water off of your hands as it dripped onto the itchy, thin dune grass under your feet.

“So you have noticed me,” he smiled smugly and you winced at how he made it sound, “I am Rakal,” he introduced himself, gesturing to you in the traditional Na’vi greeting. “Oel ngati kameie (I see you).”

You shook your head and raised your brow, “No, my husband noticed you and I would really prefer if you did not," you said, “I am mated and much older than you,” you explained, hoping that would be enough to deter him, but he just shrugged.

“I do not mind, I like older women,” he said, stepping closer and you stepped back in response. Bleh, his words made your skin crawl. 

You narrowed your eyes again, hand edging closer to the knife at your belt as you said, “I will put it this way, my mate is Toruk Makto. He united the clans and drove the skypeople out, meaning you would be no threat to him. He will use your skull as a soup bowl if you do not leave me alone. I am not interested.”

His eyes widened the tiniest bit, mouth opening like a fish as he decided on words to say. Neteyam walked forwards, steps becoming stronger when he realized who was talking to you. 

“I believe my mother wants you to go,” his cool and calm voice came from behind the Metkayina and Rakal flinched as if the sound had scared him.

“Then I will… go,” he said, awkwardly, nodding to you and then Neteyam, backing up before turning tail and crossing the community space to leave.

“Thank you son,” you huffed, deflating as he came to your side. 

“Are you okay?” he worried, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

You waved him off, “I am fine, lets just… not tell your father about this, yeah?” you asked, turning back to the plates and the water.

“Yeah,” he agreed after a moment, “I am starting to like it here. I do not want to have to leave if he gets us kicked out,” he smiled good naturedly, lightening the mood considerably.

You scoffed, “I am glad we agree.”

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OMGGGGGGG THEYRE FINALLY HEREEEEEEE

[junebugonjupiter]

Sully female reader! Slips during the forest scene where quaritch returns, She can’t feel her legs and panics, Jake finds her and she’s crying to him that “I can’t feel my legs! Dad, I can’t feel my legs.” And Jake’s trying to keep her quiet because the avatars might hear her.

………..

Angst.

I'm Sorry | Jake Sully Blurb

Word count: 700

Pairing: Jake Sully and daughter!reader

Description: During your escape from the Mangkwan and the Colonel, you and your dad find yourself in a situation no medicine can fix.

Content Warnings: Spinal injury, death, Sully daughter reader, ANGST.

Author's note: Yeah... I don't think you meant for it to be this sad... but it is, so sorry! Thanks for the request!

Also sorry for all the shorter fic's/blurbs lately. I know I normally do longer works, but I have been working on Water Lily Part 2! Hope you still like them!

Na’vi Words used: Sempu - Daddy

“Dad,” you called out pitifully. The grass underneath your back barely saved you from the cold soil. Your eyes filled with tears as you tried to wiggle your toes, but there was no movement.

“No, no no.” you sobbed, clasping a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. 

Brush rustled and you stilled, looking on with wide eyes as a man emerged from the trees. Surely, it was a Mangkwan raider coming to kill you.

You let out a relieved, but stuttering breath when you realized it was your dad. “Sempu,” you cried, as he recognized his daughter lying still and helpless on the ground.

“Babygirl,” he muttered, sliding into his knees beside you and gripping your shoulder. “What’s wrong, what is it?” he pleaded, searching your body for any visible injuries. 

He was about to flip you over to continue the search but froze when you answered, “I got separated from the others and I fell from my ikran. I landed on my back, I think it’s broken, Dad.” Another sob escaped your mouth at the confession.

His eyes closed in a silent acceptance that this was very, very bad. “Okay,” he said quietly, opening his eyes and clenching his jaw. “It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna get you outta here. You’re gonna be okay,” he promised.

You shook your head slightly, “No, I can't feel my legs, dad! I can’t feel my legs,” you cried and he winced at both your pain and the noise you were making.

“I know,” he whispered, voice breaking as his hand came to rest on your cheek. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna figure it out.” 

“I can’t feel my legs,” you repeated and he shushed you, hand caressing your face comfortingly as you cried. “It’s cold,” you complained.

“No, babygirl,” he muttered uselessly, “It’s gonna be okay,” he repeated. He would say it as many times as he had to, as long as you lived, as long as you were okay.

Leaves rustled in the distance as bodies moved through the brush. Low voices rose to meet your ears and you choked on a cry in an effort to quiet yourself. 

Jake slowly and silently moved over you, crouching with feet planted securely on either side of your paralyzed body as he unsheathed a knife. 

“It is all gonna be okay,” he whispered absentmindedly, eyes now on the trees, but he still spoke to you. “Gotta stay quiet.”

You evened your weak breath, not wanting to be the reason you were both found out by the colonel. Your vision clouded as you felt consciousness slip in and out. Your body felt so cold, but that was the least of your worries because beyond your waist was simply nothing. Your breath hitched, ribs feeling bruised and broken from your fall as well.

“Dad…” you started, stopping when your strength left you.

“Shhhhhh, babygirl.” he said quietly, watching the treeline, but the voices had dwindled to nothing. They had turned in the other direction.

Jake’s gaze finally slid to you. “Okay, here’s the plan-” he stopped when he saw your eyes were glazed over, your body laying eerily still.

He left his position over you and moved back to your side, sheathing his knife hastily. “Babygirl?” he murmured, picking your body up and moving it into his lap, even as he knew it could make your injury worse.

“No, wake up. Come on. No,” he said, grappling for a pulse. Your neck was completely limp when he picked up your head, and as he felt around under your ear for a heart beat, there was nothing.

“No,” he gritted out. “Not like this. Not another one,” he begged someone, anyone, Eywa herself to come now and intervene.

No one responded and he knew he had to move. His other children were still out there alone.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered guiltily, staring horrified at your corpse. He moved your eye lids down over your eyes and slipped you off of his lap, knowing he would have to leave you here alone and cold before he could come back for you.

He stood, “I’m sorry, babygirl,” he repeated, voice breaking as he backed into the forest.

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They Want | Navi!Jake Sully x reader

Read Part 1 here! (but could probably be read as a standalone)

Word count: 3.6k

Pairing: Na'vi!Jake Sully/Tsyeyk Suli x fem!curvy!reader

Description: Role reversal! After you pass your dream hunt, celebrations ensue.

Content warnings/tags: Possessive/Jealous Tsyeyk, Reader's body is talked about in 1 Convo with Neytiri, Avatar reader, I did my take on the "I don't want Ninat" scene (hehehe), Jake asserts dominance, no smut though y'all know me.

Author's note: So I owe several people credit and thanks for this one. First of all, @darkblueonly for suggesting the Ninat scene, @newtkive for allowing me to take inspo from their AWESOME work (link here, go read it!) and a big thank you to @lumilily for beta reading. Love you all! Also some dialogue was taken from the original script of Avatar, so that bit at the end isn't all me, but you may not recognize it. 

I wrote all of this in like 5 hours... someone tell me how proud they are of me.

Jake Sully Writing Event Prompts: #16. Jake calling reader his/Territorial Jake #30. Role reversal: Omatikaya Jake/Tsyeyk x Avatar!Reader #31. Jealous Jake/Jealous Reader #39. Jake watching Reader dance

You sat with your legs crossed before Tsyeyk as he placed a bowl of white paint between you. Today would be your dream hunt, or as Tsyeyk called it in Na’vi, the Uniltaron. It was your last step to be reborn as one of the people.

“The Uniltaron is not easy. Even some of the forest born do not survive. Are you sure you want to go through with this?” he asked, eyes searching yours as he dipped his fingers in the paint and started making swirls on your arm.

“You do not think I can do it?” you asked, slightly hurt that he was doubting you.

Cold paint felt tacky on your skin as it slowly settled. “I know you can do this, but by design it will bring you to death’s feet,” he explained.

You gritted your teeth, “I have to complete the ritual. There’s no going back for me. I want to be one of the people, that's what you have been training me for,” you insisted.

He nodded, eyes set on your stomach as he led his fingers around in more swirls and lines. The sensation tickled, but you did not allow yourself to move. “Then you must be strong, no hesitation. Follow the path Eywa lays out before you and do not falter, Unilnyu (dreamer).”

“Don’t worry, I had a good teacher,” you smiled and his yellow eyes flicked up to yours. 

He was quiet as his hands moved to your face, making twin curves on each of your cheeks, “Even a good teacher cannot prepare their student for this. Keep hold of your strong heart.” 

“I will, Tsyeyk,” you promised and he nodded, two fingers moving down your nose and falling to your lips, lingering a moment longer on them than necessary. Your breath hitched before he finally moved on, adding more details to your torso and forehead. 

“One last thing,” he murmured, dipping his entire hand in the white and bringing it to your chest. He moved the woven fabric of your top down and you froze at the touch. He brought his hand to you and laid it over your heart. His warmth bled through the coolness of the paint and then into your skin. “So you remember who you are,” he explained, eyes on yours.

“Someone with a strong heart?” you asked breathlessly.

He nodded, “and… that you are mine.” 

-

You splashed water over your face as you sat in the stream, legs still weak from the poison and psychedelics. You laughed as you realized how much joy was in your heart because you had really done it. You passed the dream hunt, you were one of the people now. 

You scrubbed harshly at your skin, washing the last of the paint off of you as footsteps crunched through the leaves behind you. You turned, expecting to see Tsyeyk but instead found Neytiri.

You smiled at your friend as she stopped at the bank. “Congratulations, sister,” she said proudly. 

You and Neytiri had become friends over the last month or two. She was wary of your human ways at first as was everyone else, keeping a wide berth and sending you nasty glares. Eventually though, she realized you were in it for the long haul and she made an effort to get to know you. She was one of Tsyeyk’s closest friends and it made you overjoyed to be accepted by her, even if it was slow going at first.

“Thank you sister,” you beamed at the title.

She sat down beside you as you made your way back up to the shore. “I have brought many adornments. The men get a cumberbund, but women have to show their status in other ways,” she said, opening a pouch that was slung over her shoulder and showing you beaded items, flowers attached to woven fibers, and colorful hair accessories.

“Which do you want?” she asked, big eyes staring at you expectantly and you felt overwhelmed at the choice.

“You pick for me. What will make me most beautiful?” you asked, looking to her.

“You are already beautiful,” she playfully sighed, “I wish I looked like you.” she said and it made your brows jump. She started rifling through the bag, pulling out various items.

“Stop teasing me,” you shook your head, plastering on a smile to hide the prickly feeling in your chest at her mockery. She chose a piece and removed it from her bag.

“I am not!” she exclaimed, eyes meeting yours again and she pulled your arm through a carved wooden cuff, letting the swirling, beautiful jewelry sit on your bicep.

“Really?” you asked, eyes narrowing at her as she rolled her eyes. 

“Everyone’s eyes are on you. Surely you know the effect you have on the people,” she pointed out.

Your head recoiled at the idea. “I thought that was because I was a dreamwalker. I mean, Tsyeyk said that it was desired among the na’vi, but I thought he was just being nice. Humans can sometimes… make fun of people who look like me. They all want to look like you,” you explained.

“Well, that is stupid,” she pointed out. “Tsyeyk does not mislead you. In fact, I would say he stares the most,” she grinned mischievously. You blushed thinking of his words earlier, calling you his. 

That sent your thoughts racing all over again. You wondered if he truly meant it. What would a life together look like when you weren't even living in your real body?

“Now you are teasing me,” you stated. She wound a string of beads three times around your neck, creating a choker that sat at the base of your throat. 

“Yes, but the words are true. He has told me you were the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.” Neytiri confessed, looking at you in a I-told-you-so way that made you even more curious.

“Which one?” she asked, holding up two hair accessories for you to choose between as if she hadn't just told you earth shattering information. 

The air left your lungs, but you choked out, “that one,” and pointed to a yellow stone attached to a carved comb.  

“Did he really say that?” You asked, as Neytiri stood up to walk around to your back. She gathered your hair and spun it in her hands, your kuru being the only thing left down as she clipped it up securely.

“Yes!” she insisted, laughing at your dumbfounded tone. “That is why you must look extra beautiful tonight, so he will finally sweep you off of your feet,” she explained, 

“I just passed my Uniltaron, is that not enough excitement for one night!” you argued with a laugh.

“No, not when you are one of the people now. Not when my friend looks at you as if you are a Tìhawnuwll fruit he would like to sink his teeth into,” she chided, grabbing your hands and helping to pull you up so that you were standing. 

“He does not!” You exclaimed, regaining your balance as you stood in the ankle deep water.

“His handprint is gone, this will make him furious. That is good,” she stated, tapping your heart with her finger before she bent back down to her bag and pulled out another piece of jewelry.

“I washed off all of the paint,” you argued, gesturing to your whole body.

“You washed away his claim on you, he will restake it,” she promised, holding up what you thought was a necklace at first but as you took it in your hands, you realized it was more of a top. A leather strip of dangling beads shaped like a deep v that had another piece of leather that led to an attachment for your waist. It was highly decorated, the leather pressed with swirls and the beads having a hundred different colors and differentiations.

“Let us put him to the test tonight,” she said, brows jumping in challenge. “This is my gift to you for becoming one of the people. It will fit,” she assured you.

“Neytiri,” you gaped, looking at the intricate and beautiful piece she had given you. “Thank you sister,” you smiled, tears welling in your eyes.

“Do not cry, that will make me think you do not like it,” she tutted. She took it back in her hands and gestured for you to take off the top you already had on.

“Tsyeyk made it for me,” you confessed, hesitant to part with it.

She rolled her eyes, “I am not asking you to burn it. Just for the night you can wear something different,” she pointed out and you sighed.

“Right, okay,” you acquiesced and slid the top over your head, careful to not mess with your hair. She helped you attach the new top and it fit beautifully. You moved and the beads clacked together, giving a pretty tinkling sound that made you smile.

“Thank you,” you repeated, grabbing her three fingered hand and squeezing once in gratitude. 

“Come, the men will be on the prowl tonight. We must give them something to hunt,” she laughed, tugging you behind her back to hometree.

The drums were already pounding as she pulled you up the spiral to the second floor where fires flamed at full force and dancers twirled with dyed fibers attached to their arms and torsos.

You were immediately swarmed with Na’vi as they congratulated you, some even bringing you in for an enthusiastic embrace. Neytiri waved them off as she pulled you closer to a fire. “Dance with me!” she requested and you barked out a laugh.

“I don’t know how!” you argued but she rolled her eyes. 

“I will show you. There is no one way,” she insisted.

“Okay,” you agreed, both of you giggling as she showed you how to spin and move your body the Na’vi way. You know you sucked, but it was fun.

“Look,” she suddenly said, nodding to the corner where Tsyeyk stood, arms crossed over his broad chest as he stared you down. “He is not the only one,” Neytiri teased.

You glanced to where she was looking to find a group of hunters looking at you as you danced. Your cheeks flushed at the attention, becoming aware of your surroundings.

“Do not stop having fun,” she requested, “this is your celebration, do not worry what others think.” She could easily pick up on your apprehension now.

You shook your head, “I know, I’m sorry, I just think I need something to drink,” you excused yourself, stumbling away from the other dancing bodies and into the more open space. You crossed your arms over your stomach, feeling self conscious as you still felt eyes on you. 

“Having fun, Unilnyu?” a deep voice asked, and you looked up to narrowly stop right in front of Tsyeyk’s chest, your nose an inch away from his chin.

“Geez,” you stuttered, stepping back in surprise. He laughed at your reaction and it made you smile too, ”Yes, a lot of fun. Neytiri has been very kind to me tonight,” you responded to his question.

“I see that. Is this her doing?” he asked, grasping your hands and pulling your arms away from your stomach so he could see your top and jewelry. You let him hold your arms up like a T, but tugged them away when his eyes flicked back to yours.

“Yes,” you admitted, “She would not let me wear your gift tonight,” you explained.

“You look beautiful regardless,” his eyes flashed down again as he said, “But you washed away my reminder,” he pointed out, gesturing to your chest. Only beads danced across it now and you knew he was upset at this by the way his eyes burned into the spot.

“I passed, I didn't think I needed it anymore,” you stated, eyebrows furrowing at his reaction, as you watched his face harden.

“I-” he started, but was cut off as another man approached you.

“Dance with me!” a male that you didn't know the name of said in rusty English. He held out a hand, offering to pull you back into the throng of people. 

You didn't know what to say, but Tsyeyk didn't give you the chance to respond anyway. “Tsun nga ke kame po lu plltxe ne oe (Can you not see she is speaking to me)?” he barked at the man who stared back wide eyed. You had picked up much more Na’vi at this point and understood most of what he was saying. Your cheeks flooded with heat at the territorial display.

The man’s eyes darted from Tsyek to you to somewhere over your shoulder as Neytiri suddenly appeared. “She would love to!” she said in English, taking your hand and placing it in the man's. 

“She doesn't know him,” Tsyeyk growled at Neytiri, putting out a hand to stop you from moving.

Neytiri scoffed, “Y/n, this is Lopal. There, now she knows him.” She pushed you as Lopal pulled and you were swept into the dance. He looked as confused as did you, but instead of asking questions, he spun you, arms moving strangely and you tried your best to follow. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Neytiri talking to Tsyeyk, his arms crossed over his chest as he kept his eyes trained on you. The Na’vi would not touch metal, but he was glaring iron daggers at where this hunter's hands held yours.

Tsyeyk and Neytiri seemed to be arguing. He gestured his arm at you as he bit out words you couldn't make out. Neytiri didn't let his foul mood intimidate her though, she said her own words and pushed past him. He followed after her, arms still flailing. You rolled your eyes at the dramatics of the two Na’vi, but your mind was quickly distracted as Lopal twirled you.

You danced until your feet throbbed and Lopal finally let you go. You thanked him for the dance, but went to finally get that drink you wanted so desperately. 

You found water hanging on the wall in a plant-made skin and let the cool water drain down your throat, happy for the relief it brought you. You hadn't realized how dry your mouth was until now. You hung it back up and were about to rejoin the party when a shadow fell across the wall.

You spun around to see Tsyeyk approaching you, stopping a foot away. Your eyes widened when you realized he had a handful of yellow paint. 

“Tsyeyk, what are you-” you stopped as he planted his hand firmly on your chest. You looked down to see yellow sandwiched between blue skin.

Your eyes flashed back to his as he started talking, face hovering near yours. “The reminder was not for the Uniltaron, it was for you. You are mine, do not dance with anyone else tonight,” he ordered, hand still pressed to your chest as you stared open-mouthed back at him.

He ripped his hand away, the paint making a wet sound as it separated. He took his paint covered thumb and pressed it below your lips, right on your chin. His eyes smouldered as he staked his claim. 

You searched for words but before you could find any, Tsyeyk sent you one last heated look and removed his finger, leaving a large yellow dot in its absence.

“Agreed?” he asked in a clipped tone, his head cocking slightly to the side as he waited.

You barely nodded before he muttered “good,” and turned to stalk back into the crowd, leaving you breathless and wide eyed in his wake. 

You didn't see him again until nearly an hour later. You had spent the time replaying the scene in your mind, his words making you blush anew each time. You were a frazzled mess.

When he finally appeared again, he took your hand in his, not even asking before he swept you into a dance that had your heart racing under his hand print.

“Where were you?” you asked him when the tempo slowed and he could hear you over the din.

“Cooling off, I do not like people seeing me angry,” he explained as if he made any sense. His eyes searched yours, looking afraid of rejection, like he feared he had been to much, but was realizing it too late.

“Oh…” you stuttered, watching as his eyes visibly softened. "It's okay," you murmured.

“I am sorry, I just…” he trailed off, shaking his head as you bit your lip in thought.

You smiled bashfully at a memory that resurfaced. “I think I understand,” you said, “It is like when Peyral gave you that arm guard and I wanted to claw her eyes out. I had to leave,” you confessed and he raised his brows at you.

“I did not know you saw that,” he said, “I did not accept it. My heart already belonged to another,” he said in your ear and you smiled, eyes focused on his smooth shoulder as he held you, hands around your waist.

“Good,” you said smugly.

He held you away from him, searching deeply into your eyes. “Can I show you something?” he requested.

“Anything,” you agreed.

Tsyeyk took your hand and tugged you out of hometree and through the forest. He pulled you around trees and your feet tripped through the grass and brush. You both were laughing when you came into a clearing, your face sobering when you realized where you were. 

The Tree of Voices… Grace was gonna freak out.

Tsyeyk’s steps didn't falter or hesitate as he dragged you forward, twisting so that he was walking backwards to see your face.  towards the tree, your footsteps illuminating beneath you. Purple hued tendrils of the tree hung down around you and you gaped in fascination. Tsyeyk caught your wonder and smiled at the sight.

“This is a place for prayers to be heard,” he explained over his shoulder and he let go of your hand. He grabbed his kuru and held it to two vines, letting the thin nerves from his braid stretch over the glowing tendrils. “And sometimes they are answered,” he added, turning to look at you over his shoulder.

You reached out and brushed over a tendril feeling the warm, softness of it. “It's beautiful,” you mumbled, looking to the top of the tree where the brightest concentration of light emanated. 

Tsyeyk grinned again, “We call this utraya mokri, the Tree of Voices. Try it,” he instructed, nodding for you to follow his lead. “They are the voices of our ancestors. When the Na’vi die, their spirits go to live within Eywa.”

You reached forward, grabbing a few vines within your reach and Tsyeyk watched as you attached your kuru, eyes shutting as your mind was filled with the comforting sound of happy voices. 

“I can hear them,” you smiled, opening your eyes to look at Tsyeyk. He gently tugged his kuru away from the vines, walking over to you. His chest nearly touched your back and you were hyperaware of his scent, his closeness.          

“Now that you have passed the rituals, you are Omatikaya now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree. And you may choose a mate,” he explained. 

You glanced over your shoulder, tearing your braid away from the vines as the conversation shifted. His eyes were fixed on the atrokarina softly floating between the vines. You didn't turn around, not wanting to bump him or distract him from his next words.

“Layitxi is the best drummer,” he said, reaching out to catch a woodsprite in his palm and send it flying again.

“I don’t want Layitxi,” you said, watching his hand movements. You realized what he was doing. He was feeling you out to see your intentions. You decided you would play his game, and you would have fun with it. 

“Hmm,” his chest made a warm sound close to being pleased and it made you grin.

“There is Kaim. He is kind, although his aim rarely is true.” Tsyeyk said, fingers curling around a glowing vine in front of you. 

“Kindness is important, but so is skill,” you tutted.

“Zìey is the best hunter, although he has many lovers,” Tsyeyk continued.

“He is a good hunter, perhaps he shall gain another,” you agreed teasingly, knowing you were pushing his buttons but enjoying watching as his hand tightened around the vine.

You shook your head, “I've already chosen,” you gave in, not feeling mean enough to torture him any longer. You turned and continued, taking in his handsome face, “but this man must also choose me,” you urged hopefully.

Tsyeyk smiled softly, eyes locked on yours, “He already has.” He reached up to the back of your head and tugged the comb out of your hair, letting it fall freely in a curtain around you.

He went to pull you into a kiss but paused when your mouth was about to hit his. “Wait…” he said and your heart dropped. “I do not want to trick you, you do not know our ways. Na’vi, they… we mate for life,” he explained slowly, eyes trained on your lips still.

“Oh,” you breathed. “I mean, is that what we’re about to do?” you asked him, genuinely curious.

“That is what I wish to do,” he corrected you, “but if you need more time, if you-” you cut him off.

“No, I don't need more time. I already told you, I chose you, Tsyeyk,” you promised. “but you know, my real body is far away, sleeping. You would mate with a dream walker?” 

His hand left your jaw, covering your heart instead, “This body is real,” he said, moving his hand again to tap your forehead, “This spirit is real. I choose you.”

He continued, “When I was first your teacher, I hated all Sky People. But you have also taught me something. Spirit is all that matters,” he assured you.

You smiled up at him, “I see you,” you muttered.

He smiled back, lowering his forehead onto yours, “I see you, Ma’Unilnyu.”

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prompt #4: They teach you a new skill, so you make them a bracelet as a thank you.

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Synopsis: Tsyeyk has been assigned to teach you the ways of the people. So you seek out his younger sister, Neytiri, to weave him a bracelet after an archery lesson.

Subject & Warnings: Fluff, NON CANNON EVENTS, Navi!Jake, Tsyeyk=Jake, Reader calls him Jake as a nickname from when she couldn’t pronounce it, Neytiri & Jake are siblings in this AU, Basically Jake takes Neytiri’s place and Reader takes Jake’s, Neytiri plotting to get you both together, Tsu’tey lives bc I said so, Brief Neytiri x Tsu’tey, some teasing between Reader & Jake

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Steady hands adjust your stance. The target is the farthest it’s ever been, but yet you’ve not hit it a single time before. If you can’t hit it from 10 feet? You’re not sure how Tsyeyk expects you to hit it from 30.

“Tsyeyk, I can’t do this!”

“Since when do you call me that?” He makes a disgruntled face at your words.

“You mean your name?” You raise a brow as his chest gets closer to yours. A finger comes up to reposition your face, “Eyes forward.”

“I thought it’s only appropriate now that I’m learning Navi— Well I don’t like it. Call me ‘Jake’ when it’s just the two of us. I like it,” he says it so casually. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire from his words, and he seems as cool as a fucking cucumber…you could strangle him right now.

“Okay then, Jake, I still can’t do this! What makes you think I’m going to hit the target that far away?” There’s an annoyance growing inside of you.

“Yes, you can. Your form is always perfect after minor tweaking— it’s your heart that’s failing you.” His hand comes to rest on your chest, “It’s strong, but you do not fully trust in it. Stop holding back.”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you take in his words. “Stop getting so tense like you know you’re going to fail before you even try— But I am going to fail— See! This is exactly what I mean!You have to have faith in yourself. Faith that your arrow will follow the path of where your heart desires.”

He keeps his hand on your chest, “Breathe in.” So you follow his instructions, a slow deep breath in as your eyes focus on the target. “Now relax. Feel the dirt between your toes and how Eywa beats underneath it. Feel the wind as it blows through your hair, becoming one with the breaths you take. And breathe out,” your fingers release the arrow before you realize what you’re doing.

It soars through the air, and for the first time since you’ve started these lessons— it lands. It isn’t perfectly in the middle, but that doesn’t matter. You jump up and down as a cheer tears out of you, “I did it, Jake! Holy shit I actually did it!”

He’s just watching you with a smile, “I told you that you could do it.”

“So, since I’ve totally mastered this, when will you teach me to shoot from my Ikran?” You’re only joking, but the genuine look of concern on the man’s face has you hitting his chest. “I was kidding asshole!”

He just lightly shoves you before pulling you back into another shooting position. “Jokes are supposed to be funny…not terrifying.”

“Your face is terrifying,” you stick your tongue out at him. He just rolls his eyes with a shake of his head. You are truly the hardest recruit he’s ever trained….but also the cutest.

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“Neytiri?” Your shy call of her name catches her attention.

She turns to meet you, a soft smile on her lips. “Hello, y/n. How’d your archery lesson go with oeyä tsmukan?” (my brother)

She’d been the first to welcome you with open arms after their mother had declared for you to learn the Omatikaya’s ways. And while you originally would’ve preferred her being your guide…you can’t deny the fondness you’ve grown for her older brother.

A slight blush creeps up your neck, “It went well, I actually hit the target today.”

She laughs at that, waving you over to sit with her while she weaves. “You will need to learn this next, but my brother has the hands of an impatient toddler when it comes to crafting.”

It’s your turn to laugh now, images of Tsyeyk with flattened ears and tiny huffs of irritation coming from his mouth. “That’s actually why I’ve come to see you. I-I want to make a bracelet.”

Neytiri side eyes you for a second, a sneaky little grin fighting its way to take over his lips. “Mmm,” she hums as her hands work flawlessly. “A bracelet for yourself?”

“No, uhm…a bracelet for your b-brother— just as a thank you! You know, for teaching me archery and all the other stuff and yeah…” You trail off after you realize that you’re rambling, cheeks on fire as you avoid eye contact.

She just keeps smiling, eyes racking over you as she takes in your embarrassment. At first her words send a sinking feeling through your gut, “Many beautiful Navi women have tried to steal my brother’s heart over the years, but none of them have succeeded.”

How stupid are you to think that the Olo’eyktan-in-waiting would feel the same? He’s learned to tolerate you. Nothing more and nothing less. That’s what you think Neytiri is trying to say. That of all the beautiful women in their clan— why would he pick a dream walker with demon blood? A woman he hated at first and was forced to mentor?

“But then I brought you back to meet with our clan. And oh Eywa he was so mad I brought you here— and even angrier when sa’nok made him teach you our ways. You challenge him in ways no other woman ever has. Make him confront the parts of himself he buries. As you humans say, you ‘push his buttons’,” You both laugh at her use of the phrase. (mother)

“He watches you even when he doesn’t have to. It’s like he can’t help but to find you in every crowd. My brother is a lot of things, y/n. He is stubborn and hard headed…but he’s also in love with you.”

You swear your soul leaves your body for a second. There is no way she is really feeding into your delusions right now. This has to be some twisted joke, “Neytiri stop it! That isn’t funny,”

One of her hands comes to rest on your shoulder, “It is not funny because I did not tell a joke— Tsyeyk doesn’t even like me, let alone love me!” You barely let her get the words out. Your mind is running a mile a minute as she continues.

“Oh my Eywa! He looks at you the way Tsu’tey looks at me! Men are not all that different. You can learn to read them easily…another skill I can teach you,” her eyes find yours still filled with hesitation.

“Why do you think all of the other warriors have stopped coming to talk to you?”

You don’t have an answer for that. Your mouth hangs open as you try and think of a real reason as to why the group of men have stopped following you around like lost puppies during the evening meal.

“Why do you think he walks over every single night to give his extra nikt’chey to you? He doesn’t even let me have it when I ask anymore!”

Your brows furrow at that. As much as they tease each other, Tsyeyk would bend over backwards for his little sister. Why would he give you extra food over her?

“And do not think you two are being sneaky when you ride your ikrans before sunrise. We all know.”

“That’s just flying lessons!” You try and reason. You’ve blushed so much at this point you think it might become a permanent tint to your skin.

“Then why do you try to sneak off like teenagers? And why do both always come back with perfectly braided hair? Seems pretty romantic to me,” she shrugs along with her last words. Her hands go to put down the basket she’s working on.

“Now, what colors were you thinking for this bracelet?” She’s smiling at you like she didn’t just blow up the foundation of your whole world.

“Uhm, I-I brought some rocks I found in the river!” You pull the small sack from your waist and pour them out onto the small wooden table in front of you. Mixes of oranges, blues, and greens liter the surface.

“I wasn’t sure how many to get. I just thought these colors would look pretty on him,” the last sentence comes out before you can stop it. “I mean— together! They look pretty together! You know the color scheme and everything!”

Neytiri can’t help but double over in laughter. You’re dying of embarrassment and she’s about to die of oxygen deprivation if she doesn’t remember to breathe. You truly wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole right about now. But when she finally pulls herself together she’s quick to apologize.

“I’m sorry! I did not mean to laugh at you…I just don’t think I’ve ever heard the word pretty used to describe my brother,” she coughs to cover up another giggle that breaks through. “Should we get started?”

“Jesus Christ, please.” You murmur as you briefly fan your face.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

After about two hours of careful crafting, you’ve finally finished the piece of jewelry. It’s not the best, but it’s definitely not the worst. Neytiri seems very proud for it to be your first ever attempt, “This is better than anything Tsyeyk’s made up until recently, and he’s had a ton more time more than you to learn!”

She sees the nervous look on your face as you trace it over in your hands. All you see are the imperfections. How it’s not all crisp and doesn’t look like the ones she makes. Her hands come to cover yours, “He will love it regardless because it comes from you. It could fall apart after 10 seconds and he’d still find a way to wear it…just to have a piece of you with him wherever he goes.”

You give her a genuine smile, moving to place the bracelet back in the sack you’d carried the rocks in. “Thank you, Neytiri. I will definitely be back for more lessons! Well, only if you’ll have me of course.”

“Is that even a question? I would love to steal Tsyeyk’s star pupil! We barely get to see each other anymore since he keeps stealing you away,” she pulls you up to walk with her.

“But it’s time for the evening meal and you know what that means,” she’s looking at you mischievously as she leads you towards the communal fire pit. “Can’t it wait till after we’ve all ate, Tiri?”

“Absolutely not! I didn’t just spend 2 hours teaching you just to wait any longer,” she’s literally dragging you through the village. If this had been Earth and you were crushing on one of your friends brother’s? It would’ve been a cat fight. Here? Neytiri is practically trying to shove you into his arms.

You see the clans people gathered around the fire, family and friends relaxing at the end of a long day. There are children running around playing, still full of energy they’re trying to get out before bed.

And then there’s the warriors. A group of the strongest and most skilled protectors of the clan. That’s what Jake had called them. He doesn’t like the title ‘fighter’. They don’t fight for the sake of violence— they fight to protect their families and honor their home.

His eyes find yours almost immediately. He’s laughing at something one of his friends said, the orange glow of the fire casting a beautiful haze over him. He looks breathtaking in this low light. Oh yeah…you’re down BAD.

Your eyes don’t part the whole walk over. It’s like you’re in trance, feet somehow still moving. You’re sure without Neytiri guiding you it’d be a wreck…probably already would’ve fallen over or walked straight into the flames. She pushes you to the front as you finally make it to his group, her mate sitting on the other side of him.

“I see you must be extra hungry tonight if you are walking all the way over here for my nikt’chey,” Jake teases you.

“She did not come for the food, tsmukan.” Neytiri corrects from behind you. “Did you, y/n?”

You open your mouth but no words come out. This is a lot harder than you thought it would be with all of these eyes on you. The group of big, buff warriors are crowded around like a lunchroom of teenage girls getting gossip. Neytiri’s tail whips the back of your leg to snap you out of it.

“OW!” You turn to her slightly, but she’s just pointing with her eyes. You follow her gaze and see it’s resting on the sack tied to your loincloth. “OH! Right,” you fumble to untie it as fast as you can.

“I-I, uhm, wanted to thank you for the lessons! Especially this last one, so I asked Neytiri to help me make this for you!” Your hands are shaking slightly as you untie the small bag, hands reaching inside as you pause for a moment. “I know it’s not good, b-but it’s just my first try! So, just— be nice, okay?”

You pull out the bracelet and place it gently into his palm. He brings it up to closer to his eyes, hands moving slowly over every little detail as he analyzes it. The colors are like no other jewelry he has. It’s a one of a kind piece that everyone will know came from you. And that is something that lights a fire inside of him. “I love it,” his eyes are quick to find yours again. “Can you put it on me?”

“O-Oh, of course!” Your cheeks heat up once again today as you step in to move closer. Tsyeyk holds his arm up for you, a sense of pride filling his chest as you secure the bracelet into his wrist. In his mind you’ve just staked your claim on him— in front of his whole clan. A clear sign of courting that he gladly accepts. He catches sight of his little sister giggling behind you and his eyes squint.

“Has my sister told you what our mating customs entail?” Jake has a grin on his face as he studies your perplexed expression. “No?”

The warriors all start to snicker as you look around at them. “Why is everyone laughing?”

“Because, paskalin…” Jake pulls you to sit in his lap as you let out a squeal, “you’ve just chosen me to be your mate.” (sweet berry)

Your jaw drops at that, head snapping to jerk between him and his sister, who is wearing an evilly happy grin by the way. “Do not worry,” Jake brings his nikt’chey to your lips. You instinctually bite down on it as the realization dawns on you that…he’s. feeding you.

“I accept,” again he says it so casually. Like he’s reading the fucking weather report. “I did not agree to this!” You try and counter, but it’s weak…especially when you snuggle back further into his chest as you open your mouth for another bite of his food.

Neytiri joins Tsu’tey as the evening continues. You share food, stories, and laughter around the group. And as the night winds down and everyone’s leaving for their own beds, you and Jake remain tangled in each other’s embrace. Neytiri had to practically come back and drag you to your hammock. So you reluctantly say goodnight, your fingers not leaving each other’s until they have absolutely have to.

And right before the sun came up the next day, a familiar hand is shaking you from sleep and leading you out of the village. Under the guise of the darkness you sneak through the trees with your soon-to-be mate, playful tugs of the tail and quick kisses exchanged as you race to your ikrans.

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Ashes in the Sea Chapter 3

Jake Sully x f Avatar!reader x Neytiri

Spoilers for Avatar Fire and Ash

Content Warnings- Rape, Coercion, Manipulation, Suicide Attempt, Drugging, Sexual Assault, Blood (Nothing gets too explicit but read at your own risk.)

Chapter Summary- A ghost from sixteen years ago has come to haunt you once more. You thought you were over it. You're in your thirties. But are you really over it?

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Pandora is normally so bright and beautiful at night, but tonight is different. You see nothing but darkness. You hear nothing but your old screams. You feel nothing but his hands. You stare out into nothingness as you wander the forest behind the village all alone. Your arms are wrapped around yourself for protection. Protection from what? You don’t know. Perhaps you need protection from yourself since you’re unknowingly drawing blood on your arms from intense scratching. 

Dirty.

You feel dirty. You’re dirty. He made you dirty. You need to wash off any traces of him from your skin. Luckily for you, you see a small spring nearby. You’ll be clean there. You need to be clean. You kneel down at the edge of the spring, and you can barely see your reflection in the water. 

Dirty.

You’re too dirty to see yourself. With shaking hands, you frantically splash water onto your face. Again. And again. And again. You need to clean yourself. You need to be clean. You splash water all over yourself, on your face, arms, back, legs, and chest. But it isn’t enough. 

You’re still dirty.

You spot a rock nearby. Jagged edges and all. It’s perfect. That rock will cleanse you of your impurities. He made you impure, but you can purify yourself. 

Without hesitation, you bring the rock to your skin. It hurts. But nothing hurts worse than what he did to you. This pain is necessary. The pain will cleanse you. No pain will ever hurt as much as what he did to you. You manically scrub your skin with the rock; you need to exterminate any traces of his touch from your body. But no matter how much you scrub your skin bloody and raw, you still feel his grotesque touch seared deep into your skin; into your bones.

In frustration, you throw the rock so far into the forest that you don’t hear it drop. You look back at your reflection. That water is tainted with your dirty blood. You’re still a revolting, disgusting, dirty mess. Hot tears escape your swollen eyes, and you cry out into the forest like a baby. You bring your knees up to your chest when you let yourself fall onto the ground. 

You should be over this. It’s been over sixteen years. You’re not the same scared eighteen-year-old girl you once were. So why are you crying like a baby? You’re pathetic. You should really be over it. But you’re dirty. How can you forget the dirt charred into your skin? Even when tainted by your dirty blood, the water remains pure. The water is inviting. The water will cleanse you.

The way of water has no beginning and no end. The sea is around you and in you. The sea is your home before your birth and after your death.

Our hearts beat in the womb of the world. Our breath burns in the shadows of the deep. The sea gives, and the sea takes.

Water connects all things.

Life to death.

Darkness to light.

You repeat the saying as a mantra in your head as the water consumes you. You must be submerged in the water to be clean. The water is peaceful. You feel no pain as you let it surround you.  You are at peace in the cleansing spirit of the water. You feel nothing. That is good. Nothing is better than the agony you’ve been in. You smile softly as you relax into the water, as you let the darkness overtake you.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being jerked out from underneath the water. Your vision is hazy, and you can barely make out the form of Ronal. “Child! What are you doing!” You can barely make out the words she says. You’re too weak to speak. You just cough up the water you inhaled as you let the darkness overtake you once more.

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Worry doesn’t even begin to describe the emotions Neytiri is feeling. She can slowly feel her family fracturing. It started when the Sky People returned, and the cracks have only grown larger over time.

Now she sits in the healing marui with a tear-stained face as she holds onto your limp hand. You’re weak; not just physically, but mentally and spiritually as well. She’ll never forget the utter terror she felt when she heard the news that you were unconscious in the healing hut. 

In just over two weeks, she’s almost lost you twice. The thought is unbearable. Ronal was the one who found you. Neytiri thanks Eywa for having someone near you. She had so many questions for Ronal, but the Tsahìk would only say that your illness was caused by demons inside you.

Neytiri had a better chance of getting answers from a rock than Jake. He was the last one who spoke to you, and he refused to tell her what your argument was about. He’s completely shut down. Even now, he’s dragged his sons to loot the sunken demon ship instead of being by your side.

As she looks down at your fragile, bandaged body, she cannot help but feel guilt. Guilt that she has no clue about what could have prompted you to do such a drastic thing. She’s your mate for Eywa’s sake! She should know! Tuk has been asking so many questions, but Neytiri has no idea how to respond. How do you explain to a child that her mother is in so much pain that she harmed herself? Kiri has been acting strange ever since she found Lo’ak. Neytiri knows that she’s hiding something.

It’s all too much for Neytiri. She wants her family to be happy like they were before the Sky People returned. But that seems impossible right now. All she can do is pray to the Great Mother.

“Mama, Dad is back,” Tuk says in a soft voice as she and Spider walk into the marui; it was her subtle way of asking Neytiri to come with her. She seems to be in better spirits today. As much as she doesn’t like humans, Neytiri has to thank Spider for keeping her daughter distracted. 

As much as she’d rather stay beside you, she knows that she also needs to be there for her children. Neytiri presses one loving kiss onto your forehead before walking out to where a large crowd of Na’vi is gathered. Thankfully, the healing marui isn’t too far away.

Tuk and Spider rush over to the little boat where Jake, Lo’ak, and Neteyam were, while Neytiri stays back. Neytiri stays back, away from the metal. Metal poisons the heart. She reluctantly accepts that Jake uses it, and she’s conflicted when her children do, but she has sworn off metal. It is against Eywa’s laws. Neytiri has faith that Eywa will provide. Jake presents a gun to Tonowari.

“This is not the Na’vi way, Jakesully.”

“Weapons of metal are forbidden.” Ronal chimes in. Neytiri walks to get closer to Tuk. “You know this. To touch them poisons the heart. Eywa will provide.” 

Neytiri has tried to get that point across to Jake for years, but he is stubborn. A saying you taught her was ‘in one ear, out the other’, which perfectly describes Jake anytime she’s tried to get him to shun metal weapons.

“You should be with your family, not gathering these things!” Ronal tries to reason with him. “Your woman is lying unconscious in the healing marui; she needs you!

“This is our home. I said I’d fight, but I cannot fight gunships with spears.” 

“We sank the demon ship. The pink skins fear us now.” Tonowari says, but Jake just ignores him.

“Yeah? We got lucky. And they got more ships, but we have these.” Jake presents a grenade launcher to the Metkayina leaders, who are unimpressed. 

“We are grateful you stand with us, Jakesully, but it is not guns we need; it is the rider of last shadow. Ride Great Toruk as you did before.” Tonowari’s statement seems to have triggered something in Jake. His brows furrow, and he becomes serious.

“When you ride the beast, you become the beast.” His voice is low and gravely. “And the more blood the better. I will not become Toruk Makto again.”

Tonowari shakes his head at Jake. “Jakesully, you are always Toruk Makto.”

After all of the metal weapons are off the boat, Neytiri returns to the healing marui. Jake joins her a little while later with something in his hand. He approaches Neytiri slowly and hands her what appears to be a modified arrow.

“I know you will never give up your bow.” He smiles a little when Neytiri seems to accept his gift. “Just don’t be close when it hits.” A painful grimace forms on Neytiri’s face when she lets herself touch the metal tip of the arrow. She can feel its poison seeping into her skin, and she promptly tosses it onto the ground. Jake purses his lips into a tight line as Neytiri breathes hard and turns her attention back to you.

“So you agree with Ronal?” He asks as he picks up the arrow from the ground.

“I will never speak against my husband in front of that woman.”

Jake starts to tighten the strings on the arrow before he speaks. “Look, I’m a marine. I’m not going to take a knife to a gunfight or a prayer.” His words seem targeted towards Neytiri. “So what am I supposed to do? I can’t run. I can’t fight. Oh, that’s right, Eywa will provide.” He’s getting more and more tense as he speaks. “So where was Eywa? Where was Eywa when our wife—”

“Jake!” Neytiri turns around as she screams at Jake. “I’m in this place where I have nothing. Not my people. Not my forest. Even my father’s bow is gone. All I have is my faith that this is the Great Mother’s plan.” Her voice cracks the longer she speaks.

“You have this family,” Neytiri says nothing. She just turns her back on Jake to look at you. Tears are starting to flow from her eyes. Does she even have this family? Jake comes up behind Neytiri and hugs her. “And you have me. And I love you so much.” Neytiri softens up a little and leans into Jake’s touch. “We’ll get through this, baby.” Neytiri wants to believe, but she’s struggling. 

The two stay inside the healing marui in silence for a while. They just watch you. They hold onto your hands. Jake feels guilty. If he had gone after you that night, if he were a better husband, then you wouldn’t be like this right now. He should have listened to his gut rather than stubbornly refusing. Because of him, his dear wife is hurting. Because of him. You were right; it is his fault.

Neytiri stares at your hand that is peacefully resting in her hand. Even if your hands are different from hers, Neytiri has always loved your hands. She misses the way your hands would hold onto hers. The way you’d caress her face. The way you’d braid her hair for you. She’d do anything to feel your hands move again. She gets her wish when she feels your fingers twitch ever so slightly. Neytiri is immediately on alert, scanning your face for any signs of waking. She can see your eyelids twitch, and she taps on Jake to get his attention.

When you finally open your eyes, you can’t help but squint at how bright everything is, even though it’s now sunset. Your body is aching, and it hurts to move. The first thing you see when your eyes adjust to the light is the look of relief on your mate's face. 

“MaSyulang, you’re awake!” Neytiri’s tears drop down onto your face. She carefully holds your hand up to her face as she hovers over you. “I was so worried about you.” Jake pops up off the ground and heads to the entrance of the marui, saying that he needs to find Ronal. 

“MaTiri, what happened?” Your head is pounding. You have no idea why you’re in the healing marui or why your body is covered in bandages. As soon as you ask the question, a flicker of worry briefly covers Neytiri’s face before she gives you a pained smile.

“The tsahìk says there are demons inside you that have made you sick.” Neytiri tries to choose her words carefully, not wanting to say anything that would upset you further. It just leaves you confused. Before you can question anything, Jake comes in with Ronal, who promptly kneels down to check you. 

“How are you, child?” Ronal asks as she removes one of the bandages on your arm that you bled through. Your ears fall flat, and you have no idea how you are. “Eywa has sought to keep you alive. How could you try to drown yourself? You claim to be a mother, yet you were willing to leave your children.” Oh. You remember now. A particularly rough tug on the bandages causes you to yelp out in pain. “Stupid woman.”

Neytiri glares at the woman scolding you. “Careful tsahìk or I may forget that you are with child.” Ronal takes a step back and hisses while instinctively protecting her belly; Neytiri hisses right back at her. 

“Your wounds are not too deep, but you will still need to rest. Do not be like your wife who refuses to listen to the tsahìk.” Ronal sternly states, gesturing to Neytiri’s still bandaged body. “Whatever ails you, pray to the Great Mother for guidance and talk to your mates. Do not do what you did again.” That is all Ronal says before leaving you and your mates in the marui alone. It is awkward; no one knows what to say.

“Did you find Lo’ak?” You manage to croak out. 

“Kiri found him…that night,” Neytiri says softly, her eyes avoiding your own. That is good. At least Lo’ak is okay. There’s some more awkward silence between you three. What’s left unspoken is hanging thick in the air. But you aren’t brave enough to bring it up first.

“Baby, please talk to us.” Jake practically pleads. He leans forward to grab your hand, and you let him, but you avoid looking at him. You don’t want to talk about it. You’ve never talked about it. You can’t talk about it. 

“MaSyulang, let us help you,” Neytiri begs. When she sees tears escaping your eyes, she gently wipes them away. “We want to help you, but we can’t if we don’t know what’s wrong.” You bite your lip. You’re torn. This is your burden to carry; you don’t want to put it onto your mates. You feel like such a hypocrite because if either Jake or Neytiri were in your shoes, you’d be urging them to talk, to share the burden with you.

“The other night, you mentioned a man. A man you saw again, a man who needs to die.” Jake tries to get you to look at him, but you refuse to. “Who was that man? What did he do? Please tell us.”

“It was Wainfleet.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Alone. That’s the best way to describe you. Over twenty billion people on this god-forsaken planet; you can’t even walk down the street without feeling claustrophobic. All these people, and yet you’re utterly alone. All you have are your books and your will to do better for yourself.

You have no family. The orphanage you grew up in didn’t know if your parents died or if they just didn’t want you. It doesn’t matter, though, the result is the same. You’re alone. You had no friends or family. It’d be easy to give up. But you knew you could do something with yourself.

Pandora would be that something. The moment you learned about another planet and the Na’vi, you knew what you wanted to do with your life. Since you were a young child, you spent every waking moment you could studying. You had to become as smart as you could. The RDA was selective when it came to choosing people for the Avatar program; you couldn’t just meet the bare minimum, you had to excel.

Even when the orphanage kicked you out at fifteen to fend for yourself, you never gave up. You read while you work. You were lucky that the old man who ran the diner you worked at let you live there for only half your paycheck. You starved, and you cried, but you never gave up. All of your hard work paid off when the RDA accepted you as a potential candidate for the Avatar program by the time you were seventeen. You speed-ran through all the required training and then some. You were the only woman in your class, and it seemed like everyone was out to get you. No one believed that a young woman could actually qualify for the program unless she slept her way to the top. 

You proved them wrong when Grace Augustine herself handpicked you to be an assistant teacher at her school. Not only were you the perfect age, but you had the smarts and drive to survive. 

On the day you received your acceptance letter, you cried tears of joy. They were the first tears you cried that were positive. You finally did it. No longer would you have to sleep on a dingy diner booth. You wouldn’t have to starve yourself to afford basic necessities anymore. You felt free. Pandora would be your salvation. Leaving Earth was the easiest decision of your life. There was nothing for you on Earth. Pandora was full of possibilities, and you weren’t going to squander it.

The moment you wake up, it’s like you’re recovering from the world's worst headache. You didn’t dream at all in cryo; you couldn’t. Your headache isn’t any better when your pod opens, and you're exposed to an overly bright white room. 

“You’ve been in cryo for five years, nine months, and twenty-two days.” One of the medical examiners shouts. “You will be hungry. You will be tired.” Tired. Being tired after spending nearly six years asleep sounds like an oxymoron. But it was true. It’s not like cryo gave you the best sleep of your life. It’s not supposed to. It’s significantly cheaper to keep only a few staff awake and the rest in cryo than to keep everyone awake.

As you adjust to being awake, you can’t fully wrap your head around being six years into the future. You have no one on Earth who would miss you or care that you were gone. You look around at all of the people who’ve also woken up, and you can’t help but think about all of the people they left behind to go to Pandora. Surely most of these people have friends and family back on Earth. The entire trip, plus their contract time, would mean they’d miss nearly twenty years of their loved ones' lives. It couldn’t have been an easy decision for them.

The first time your eyes land on Pandora, you’re awestruck. It’s covered in vast blue oceans and green forests. You’ve never seen anything like that. You know that Earth used to look like Pandora. But that was long before your birth. The only times you’ve seen a blue and green Earth were either from old textbooks or edited images. Pandora was truly a fresh start.

When it was time to get into a shuttle, you discovered that you were the only person joining the Sci-Ops; a few were Sec-Ops, but most were miners. It was awkward having nothing to discuss with the other. But you’re used to it, you’re used to being alone. When you landed, there was a mandatory safety brief led by a colonel with a viperwolf scar on his head. You zoned out most of it since you’re more than aware of the dangers of Pandora. You couldn’t wait until the end of the briefing, so you could go to the Sci-Ops area. No one pays you any mind as you make your way to the Sci-Ops area, or at least that’s what you think. Little did you know you caught someone's eye.

When you finally reach the Sci-Ops area, your heart is pounding with anticipation. You’ve been training for this for years. Unlike most people, you signed a long-term contract; you will be here for twenty years, with the possibility to extend it, you’ll definitely extend it. Seeing the place you’ll spend twenty years in is remarkable. 

Even though you’ve never been here before, you already know where everything is. The RDA built an exact replica of the main room so you could simulate emergency drills. There is one area you’re dying to go to. The area where your Avatar is being unloaded.

She’s beautiful. She looks like you. But also not. She’s big and blue, it’s like she’s her own person, even though you know she’s nothing more than a husk without you in it. But something tells you she has a soul within her.

“She’s beautiful, isn't she?” You turn around to see a tall, older ginger woman in a white lab coat approach you. You immediately know who she is. “Dr. Grace Augustine?” You didn’t mean to say it out loud with your mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. You knew that you’d be working with her, but to see the woman who inspired you to come to Pandora in the flesh is mind-boggling. Grace seems to take your awkwardness well and laughs a little. 

“You must be y/n l/n.” Her smile widens, and she clasps her hands behind her back. “You have a remarkably impressive resume despite your age. How’s your Na’vi?” 

You fiddle with your fingers and avoid her gaze. You can’t believe that the first person you’re having an actual conversation with is Dr. Grace Augustine. “I-I’ve studied for years, but I need to work on my conversational skills. I’ve only studied Na’vi by myself.” 

“You speak well, don’t second-guess yourself.” Her smile is warm. You don’t remember the last time you received a genuine smile. “If you’d like more practice, then we can speak Na’vi to each other.” Your eyes light up at her offer. “Thank you, Dr. Augustine.” She shakes her head a little. “You can call me Grace.”

Grace spent the entire day with you. You found out that she usually spends most of her day in her Avatar body, but since you were coming, she wanted to get to know you. She showed you around Hell’s Gate and the Avatar compound. You knew the Na’vi were tall, but actually seeing how tall they are compared to you is jarring. Towards the end of the night, she went over all of the students at her school. It’s just you two in the bio-lab; everyone else has gone to bed.

“So Tsu’tey is going to be olo’eyktan, and Sylwanin is the future tsahìk and the oldest daughter of the current olo’eyktan and tsahìk. Those two will become a mated pair.” You point to a photo of a Na’vi girl; she’s remarkably pretty. “And this is Neytiri, she’s Sylwanin’s younger sister.”

“You learn fast, though I shouldn’t be surprised since you’re a prodigy.” You’re not used to hearing people compliment you. “That’s enough work talk for today. I want to talk more about you.” If you were in your Avatar body, you’re sure your ears would’ve gone down, and your already big eyes would’ve gotten bigger. “What do you want to know?” You ask shyly.

“What makes a young girl travel twenty-six trillion miles away from home to work on a dangerous moon before she’s even eighteen?” There’s that famous Dr. Augustine straightforwardness that you’ve heard so much about. “What’d your parents think?”

“I don’t have parents.” You decide to be honest. You’re going to be working with her for years, and it’s not like you’re ashamed of your past, so why hide it? “There’s nothing for me back on Earth. I’m sure the only person who knows I’m gone is the man whose diner I slept at. I knew I had to do something with my life, and Pandora was my answer.”

Grace looks a little shocked. She expected you to come from a well-off family that had the resources to be able to help you succeed in the Avatar program at such a young age. She didn’t think that you were barely scraping by and doing everything by yourself.  “You’re here now, and I’m sure you’ll do something great during your time here. I know it.”

You two continue to speak for some time before Grace tells you to go to your sleeping quarters since you’ll need all the energy you can when you link up with your Avatar for the first time in the morning. You’re a little nervous about finally linking up with your Avatar. You’ve heard from another scientist, called Max Patel, that all of your Avatar’s vitals look great, but the last test is for you to link up. So many things could go wrong in the first link, and you hope nothing goes wrong. All your efforts could be wasted if the link fails. You’re so engrossed in your thoughts as you walk that you don’t notice a man purposely walking in front of you until you bump into him.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” You stammer out a quick apology and bend down to pick up the stacks of paper he was carrying. The man was bald, and his outfit made it clear he was definitely part of the Sec-Ops team. “You should really watch where you’re going. Not all the guys here would take nicely to someone bumping into them.” The man warns. “I’m sorry, sir.” You apologize once more before handing him your documents and running off into your room.

When you wake up, your nerves are getting to you. You have to keep your hands inside your lab coat to keep your shaking under control.

“How much link time have you logged?” Grace asks you as she leads you to your link. “A little over 550 hours.” Grace looks at you, shocked but also impressed. “That’s good.” She replies as she starts up the link. You lie down and try to relax; it’s said that being calm and relaxed leads to better results. “Relax, y/n. Everything will be fine. Once all of your preliminary exams are finished, you can meet me in the compound.” 

Grace offers you a few more words of encouragement before the link lowers. When you’re surrounded by the familiar darkness, you do your best to clear your mind and let the link take you.

When you wake up, the world is oddly bright and fuzzy as your eyes try to adjust to being used for the first time. Two doctors are hovering over you, wearing masks as they call your name. “Y/N, can you hear me?” One doctor asks, while the other shines a light in your eye and snaps his fingers near your ears. It’s weird seeing a human face look so small. 

The tests take over an hour to complete; they’re tedious but necessary. Your Avatar body represents a significant investment for both yourself and the RDA. Your body is about a billion-dollar investment for the company, and for you, it’s your lifeline on Pandora.

Over the next month, you learn how to get used to your body. Because you were so young, Max wanted you to wait a while before leaving the compound. The first time you’re allowed to leave the compound is the day you get to meet the students.

“I’m Trudy, I fly the science sorties.” A short, well, short to you, since you’re in your Avatar, speaks to you. “This is Wainfleet. He’s the gunman in case something comes after us.” Your ears spring up when you realize who the man is. “It’s you.” You didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“Uh… do I know you?” He feigns ignorance. Little did you know that he knew exactly who you were. He even used his connections to get him to be the gunman for today just so he could see you. You quickly get embarrassed, your emotions clearly plastered on your face. “Sorry I— I was the one who bumped into you last night.” You say meekly. Wainfleet doesn’t say anything; he just eyes you up and clicks his tongue. “Alright, people, hurry up. We can’t be late.” Grace urges everyone into the Scorpion.

Coincidentally, Wainfleet was at the door right next to where you were sitting. Although you were engrossed in your notes, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of sleepy eyes in your body. You even thought you felt something touch the tip of your tail. You decide to chalk it up to paranoia and jitters about meeting the Na’vi for the first time.

Your introduction to the students didn’t go as planned. You wanted to surprise them with some fruits you thought they’d enjoy; instead, you ended up falling from a tree flat on your butt right in front of them. Despite that little blunder, you quickly grew close with Tsu’tey, Neytiri, and Sylwanin. It seems like Grace’s idea was a success; your close age helped you bond with the students. In no time, a month has passed since you met them.

One day, Grace sent you out of the classroom to get some fruit before the other students came. You thought nothing of it and quickly went to forage for some fruit and berries. Tsu’tey’s climbing lessons seem to have paid off since you can climb trees with minimal difficulty now. You’re confused when you finally return to the classroom to see that it’s empty. Grace should be here, and surely the students would have made it by now.

“Surprise!” 

The shouts of multiple Na’vi shouting at you take you by surprise. And then you see a banner that makes you tear up. “Happy Birthday, y/n!” The students yell before rushing to hug you. You try to hold in your tears, but Neytiri notices how watery your eyes are.

“Tsmuke, are you okay?” She asks genuinely. You sniffle a little before blinking back your tears. “I-I’m fine. It’s just that—I’ve never had anyone tell me happy birthday.” The trio looks at you in utter shock. 

“But I thought it was an Earth custom to celebrate one's birthday with loved ones,” Sylwanin states. “It is. I just never had loved ones.” Tsu’tey’s signature scowl somehow deepens at your statement. You don’t want to bring the mood down with your past, so you quickly change the subject. “How did you find out that today was my birthday?”

“We asked Sa’nok. She told us and helped us plan a sruprise party.” Neytiri says with a beaming smile. “I’ve never had anyone throw me a surprise party.” You confess while also gently correcting Neytiri’s pronunciation.

You see Sylwanin nudge Tsu’tey, and he leaves the classroom for a second only to return with a woven basket in hand. “What is this Tsu’tey?” Instead of answering immediately, he lifts the lid to the basket, revealing a fruit dessert. “Sa’nok told us about birthday cakes, so we made our own Omatikaya version for you.” With that, all the students begin singing Happy Birthday. The tears that you were holding back are finally released. They’re tears of joy. No one has ever cared about you enough to do something as simple as wish you a happy birthday. The rest of the day, you spend with the students. By the end of the night, you’re on cloud nine as you make your way back to your quarters, but you’re startled to see Wainfleet standing by your door holding something in his hand.

“Mr. Wainfleet, what are you doing here?” You ask tentatively. Wainfleet smirks at you. “I thought we were past the formalities, I told you, you can call me Lyle.” He leans close to you. “So try again, sweetheart.” His intense eye contact makes you uncomfortable, so you try to avoid it.

“W-what are you doing here, Lyle?”

“A little birdie told me that today’s your birthday.” He presents a bottle of alcohol and some glasses to you. “So I brought you a gift.”

You had no idea what to say. You always had a negative impression of Lyle. You feel a little bad for thinking so negatively about him. He was never rude to you, he never did anything to you, and now he’s brought you a birthday gift.

“Y-you shouldn’t have.” You try to politely reject that gift. You miss it, but a hint of annoyance flashes across Wainfleet’s eyes for a second. “Don’t be modest. I got it for you.” He tries to shove the bottle in your hand, but you don’t take it. “Really, I can’t. I shouldn’t drink.”

Lyle gives you a disappointed look. “It’s my bad. I shouldn’t have spent my yearly special rations on this. I should’ve known you wouldn’t like it.”Guilt starts to eat you from the inside. You can only imagine how much trouble Wainfleet must have gone through to get you something as luxurious as alcohol. That stuff was practically reserved for the executives and other high-ranking officials. It’d take you at least five years to have enough special rations to get you the most basic bottle of alcohol, and yet Wainfleet chose to spend his on you. Maybe accepting it couldn’t hurt.

“Well, maybe one glass couldn’t hurt.” Wainfleet’s eyes light up when you acquiesce. “Would you like a glass?” You offer out of politeness; he did get it for you after all. You didn’t want him in your tiny bedroom, but there was no other place you could have a drink, so you’ll have to suck it up.

One drink turned into two, and two turned into six. Your body felt light and floaty. Your head was spinning, and you felt like you were going in and out of consciousness. You felt a callous hand creep dangerously close to the hemline of your pants. You try to move, you try to scream, but you can’t. Wainfleet’s face inches closer to yours; his breath reeks of alcohol. “I have another present for you, buttercup.” He takes your hand and guides it to his bulge. “Be a good girl for me.” Those are the last words you hear before the world fades to black.

When you wake up, you don’t remember what happened in the night. All that you know is that your body aches all over, especially between your legs. And that’s when you notice a naked figure sitting on the edge of your bed. Wainfleet was just watching you sleep. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.”You want to scream when you notice him and the fact that you’re also undressed, but he roughly clamps his hand over your mouth, preventing you from doing so. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He warns.

Since you can’t scream, hot tears stream down your face. You barely remember what happened the previous night, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened. Why is all you can ask yourself? Why did he do that to you? Why you? 

“You were so good for me last night. You’ll stay good for me, won’t you?” You have no choice but to hesitantly nod to him. “Good.” He lets go of your mouth, and you rush to cover yourself with your thin blanket. “W-why?” It's all you barely manage to spit out. You hate how weak you sounded.

“Why?” He scoffs mockingly. “Since you got here, you paraded yourself around like a slut, so I fucked you like one since you’re legal now.” Paraded yourself? You have no idea what he’s talking about, but something tells you that you shouldn’t question him. “You bled so much. Was that your first time?” You nod meekly. “Shit, I can hardly believe a slut like you waited so long to get her cherry popped.” He sits up and begins to put on his underwear. “You’re lucky it was me and not some limp dick prick.” You can hardly call yourself lucky in this situation. What do you even do about this? Who can you tell? Who would believe you?

Just when you think he’s about to leave your suffocating room, he turns around and gets far too close for comfort once more. “I know you’ll be a smart girl and won’t even think about spreading lies about me.” His grotesque thumb makes its way between your lips; you have to hold yourself from biting him. “Who knows what would happen to a little liar?” 

He leaves the threat unspoken. He doesn’t need to tell you what would happen. He’s well connected; during one of your trips into the forest, you found out that he’s pretty close to the colonel. Who’d believe you, a nobody scientist, over him? He bites your bottom lip before walking to your door. “Next time, don’t just lie there like a dead fish; it makes me feel like a bad guy.” He casually says before leaving. Next time? This’ll happen again?

You don’t know if you can handle this happening again. You must be in a bad dream. Yeah, that must be it. There’s no way this actually happened; it’s a nightmare. You start pinching and scratching your skin to wake up. But the more you realize that it’s likely not a dream, the more you hurt yourself until you're a bloody sobbing mess. You curl up into a ball and cry until you have no more tears left. 

How could you let this happen? How could you be so naive? You should’ve seen the signs. How could you be so stupid? This was your fault. Maybe if you didn’t tempt him, you wouldn’t have provoked him to do that. It was your fault for accepting his gift. It was your fault for allowing him into your room. You’re disgusting. You’re dirty, and the blood crusted between your thighs just proves it.

Your spiral is interrupted by the sound of your alarm going off. You don’t want to go to work. You just want to rot in your bed. You can avoid Wainfleet in your bed. But if you don’t go to work, then people will ask questions. You can’t let anyone find out what happened. No good will come from it. You quickly put yourself together and leave your room, wearing a mask that you would wear for the next two years. 

For the next two years, you pretend like everything is okay. You pretend like he isn’t touching you inappropriately any chance he gets. Even your Avatar wasn’t spared from his touch. At least he has the decency to do this away from the prying eyes of others. At least that’s what he tells you to coerce you into feeling better about your situation. He tells you that he could tell everyone on Hell’s Gate about how much of a slut you are, but he doesn’t. He tells you that he could make your life on Pandora a living hell, but he doesn’t. He tells you that he gives you pleasure, not pain. He makes you thank him after an encounter.

You learned to read his moods. When he’s angry, you know to immediately get on your knees to make him feel better. If you don’t, he will do it for you, and he won’t be as nice about it. Things are better for you when he’s in a good mood. There are fewer bruises to hide when he is. After the shooting at the school, you had to find more excuses to leave Hell’s Gate, but you couldn’t do it too often, or else there’d be consequences. You can only wear a mask to hide the swelling on your cheek for so long before people start asking questions.

Over the years, it got easier to mask. Like chronic pain, your pain was always there; you just learned how to live with it. The communal shower was the only place where you’d have peace. Even in the middle of the night, he never came in there. You were alone. Only in the shower did you feel clean. Sure, the water was freezing, but with how vigorously you rubbed your skin raw, it didn’t matter. You’d scrub the dirt off your skin, and the water would wash it away. You could be clean again. You could never stay away from Wainfleet for long, but at least you could make yourself clean again.

It may sound strange to others, but one of the happiest days of your life was when you got chased by a Thanator with Jake. Because of Jake’s inability to stay in one space, you felt freedom for the first time in years. When Grace relocated your small team to the Hallelujah Mountains, you were secretly ecstatic. You wouldn’t have to see Wainfleet for months. Sure, he’d probably retaliate the next time he saw you, but all you could think about was your newfound freedom and your growing crush on the man responsible for that freedom. 

You never dared to allow yourself to think of other men. You didn’t love Wainfleet; you detested him. But Lyle Wainfleet is a possessive man, and you know he wouldn’t take kindly to you having eyes for anyone but him. If he found out about a crush, you’re sure he’d do all he could to ruin it for you. But being away from him, you let yourself fall in love with not only Jake but Neytiri as well. You allowed yourself to dream of a life without Wainfleet touching you. For once, you felt hope of a different life.

When you found out that Wainfleet was amongst the dead after the battle of Ayram Alusìng, you felt relief. You’d never have to worry about him touching you again. You could have peace. You let yourself live and be loved. You decided not to tell Jake and Neytiri what had happened to you because you saw no point in it. Wainfleet is dead, and you’ll get over it.

You’d be clean again.

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After your confession, Neytiri drapes her body over yours, engulfing you in a hug. You can feel tears dripping down onto your shoulders where Neytiri has her head buried as she chants ‘I’m sorry over and over again. You feel numb, you finally let everything out, but will anything change? Jake stares into space before he speaks. “Baby, why didn’t you tell us?” Jake asks, his voice soft yet hoarse. 

“I thought I dealt with it.”

Those six words seem to have triggered Jake as his face scrunches up and his tail swishes behind him angrily. “Dealt with?” He repeats in disbelief. “Baby, you tried to kill yourself! If Ronal didn’t find you, you’d be dead! And you call that dealt with.”

You’re too tired to deal with Jake right now, and you have no patience for him, not after what he said to Lo’ak. “Jake, it was sixteen years ago; I’m in my thirties. It shouldn’t affect me anymore; it didn’t.” Your voice gradually grows soft as you try to hold back your tears. It's embarrassing how much it still affects you, how much power he still holds over your emotions. Just seeing him has reduced you to this. Before either Jack or Neytiri could say anything else, your children enter the marui.

“Mama!” Tuk shouts before running to you to hug you. “You’re awake!” It pains you to hear just how much relief is in her voice. Ronal was right. What kind of mother were you? What kind of mother leaves her children over something that happened years ago? “Sa’nu, what happened?” Neteyam asks worriedly as he sits beside you, mindful of your bandages. 

“I went to bathe in a spring, but I’m still not used to my body, and I must’ve slipped and hit my head. Thankfully, the Tsahìk found me in time.” You hate having to lie to your children, but what can you do in this situation? You don’t want to discuss this with your mates, let alone your children. 

Your older children aren’t satisfied with your flimsy explanation, but thankfully, they don’t call you out on it. Tuk seems to take your explanation as the truth. “Be careful next time, Mama. I was so worried about you.” You know eventually you’ll have to talk about it, but for now you won’t. You see that Jake wants to speak more, but you avoid his gaze. You focus on your children for now. This conversation will have to be put on hold.

A/N:

It was hard to write this chapter. It was like this chapter was pure angst. I hope I portrayed such a heavy topic well. It was my first time writing about something like this.

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[sillywriterlady]

Lord the way you wrote that Teylan fic…passed out twice reading it you’re amazing.

If possible I’d like to request another gn! Navi Reader x Teylan, similar to the last in the sense that Teylan is secretly mated, but what’s insane is that when Teylan introduces you to everyone, you have a BABY. Not like pregnant, no like a whole ass infant. Ofc Teylan is bombarded with questions, and the answer is simply-no one taught him about mating at TAP or the resistance. He had no idea what he was doing, and now he has a baby. But god he’s so fatherly in a soft way- a perfect anxious dad. And now everyone is reeling with the fact that TEYLAN has a KID.

I intended that the baby is bio from reader and Teylan, but it would be really nice if they/them is used for reader!

Your writing is heavenly

Fatherly Love - ONESHOT

words: 1.5k notes: Gn! Navi Reader x Teylan, Fluff!!! summary: Unbeknownst to Teylan, having a Mate usually meant children. He introduces you, his secret mate and your surprise child to the Sarentu, showing his fatherly side. listening to so many father songs while writing this LOL! I hope you enjoy, I think he'd be a great papa :") explores his friendship/mentorship thing with So'lek ever so slightly too because I see them interacting in To the Ashes!!! and honestly, this was not proof read very well and I wrote this before bed, so i am so sorry if theres errors here and there. But Happy reading! I hope you enjoy!!!

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It had only been a year and a half, but a child, his child. You first told him as soon as you figured it out yourself. His eyes shot open wider than you'd ever seen, his whole body tense as a tree. He figured out why- or, how, pretty quickly. You had never even considered that he wouldn't know. At first, he was terrified. "I don't know what to do! I- What if I mess up? What if- What if I hurt the baby?" He'd pace back and forth rambling away his worries to you for hours for the first few days. You reassured him through it all, you always did. You sat on a hammock, watching him pace with a small smile. This wasn't the worst reaction- far from it. It was going to be okay because you love him, like nothing else. But now you'll have something- someone, else to love just as much-- more, together. You pondered how he'd be as a father- how you'd be as a parent. You weren't sure if you ever gave being a parent much thought- but now you felt nothing other than joy, joy that you were going to experience this with your mate. You knew the anxiousness was coming from a place of care- and that's what reassured you.

He kept pacing, and you had had enough. "Teylan." You grabbed his wrist, anchoring him in place. His tail swished, his ears pinned back to his head. "its going to be okay, Ma' Yawne."

Teylan inclined his head, letting out a sigh, before taking you into a hug. His arms wrapped around you carefully, almost like he was afraid to hurt you in this state. You squeezed him harder in response, garnering a small 'oof' sound. He whispered into your shoulder, his forehead resting on it. "I didn't know... I didn't know this would happen. But I'm going to do my best." his tail curled around your leg. You rubbed his back and held each other for a while. When she was born, Teylan helped create her songcord. He was so nervous, his hands shook, taking ahold of the thread. He got the hang of it quickly, he was good with his hands, but the nerves- those never truly went away. He sang her song with you, both of you staring at your baby with utter contentment in your hearts, snuggled together in a hammock with your new beautiful family. He took his hand in yours as you walked towards the new resistance camp. You held your daughter securely in your other arm, both of you sneaking glances at her as much as you could. Teylan wanted to introduce you, his new family, to his Sarentu family.

"WHAT?" was the first exclamation from Tamtey-- Teylan winced, looking to his young one, luckily still asleep. "You- You--- Is that your-- What?" Tamtey blinked, as the rest of the Sarentu family came over, alongside quite a few resistance humans-- curious of the ruckus happening. Almost in unison, everyone's eyes widened at the sight of you and your child. It was somewhat unsettling, to you mainly- but Teylan just looked- stunned, in a happy way. He reassured you by inching closer to you, a hand coming up to your side.

Rasi was the first to speak again- "The mark of the Sarentu, she must be yours then, Teylan." she was surprised, but not so animatedly like his younger clan members. She cooed at your child, and you couldn't help but smile. Ri'nela and Tamtey practically fell over each other with their words, looking at each other for guidance, but mainly their eyes couldn't stray from you, Teylan, and your child. "You have had a-- a Mate this whole time? How long have you been mated?!" "And you had a child together? Without telling us?! Teylan?!"

You couldn't help but chuckle, and Teylan awkwardly smiled. But he took your daughter in his arms, with much more confidence than he had a few days earlier-- and he stared down at her. "Yes... I.. Uh.. I didn't know that-- well- You know! I just didn't know. And I never thought to ask, so.. Here she is! And y/n, my mate... They're so amazing-- I'm sorry I never introduced you-- but so many things just kept coming up!" Teylan explained, in his typical Teylan way. They kind of just stared at him for a while longer, and you. But Ri'nela and Tamtey finally came over. The two of them held out their hands, whispering a gentle 'i see you', before looking down at your child. You couldn't help but stare too. She sported that Sarentu mark so well, for her little chubby cheeks. "She is.. She is so cute." Tamtey whispered, pressing a hand to their cheek. "I cant believe it. A new Sarentu, a baby." Ri'nela sighed out, expelling her worries. "Rasi, we will have to remember Sarentu traditions for this little one, and perhaps create new ones." Your child awoke naturally, her eyes fluttering open quite timidly. Tamtey smiled wider, wiggling their finger towards the baby. "...So'lek's on patrol... He's going to freak!" they giggled in realisation, and your daughter smiled. You did too.

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The others gave you time alone, but you spent quite a bit of time with the family. They were simply content with being around you and your child, watching with smiles. Mainly Ri'nela stayed around, as the others were in and out.

Teylan held your daughter, holding her head the exact right way, with a huge loving grin on his face. He'd watch her tiny expressions for what felt like hours, he never got bored. She was infinitely more exciting than anything he'd experimented with tech- any firewall he'd have to crack through- he helped create her. It was an accident- but the happiest accident he had ever experienced.

Ri'nela and Rasi helped create clear out a space for the two of you to have privacy. You were sat in a pile of pillows, half asleep. Teylan had mentioned he'd be right back. You were admittedly, exhausted. Your daughter was the cutest thing you had ever seen, yes, but she was also an infant. One that needed to be fed every 2 hours or so- one that cried, a lot. Before you could fall asleep completely, Ri'nela came up to you and grabbed you by the hand, helping you up with a smile.

"Come, we have made you something." you were curious, but you didn't expect anything of what came next. Down through the cave systems intertwined with resistance tech, was a room tucked away. You entered and couldn't believe your eyes. Teylan was helping set up too, and Rasi stood by the door with a smile.

In the room was a large pile of pillows, a large hammock that could be shared and a much smaller one right next to it- for your child if needed. There was even a woven bag with quite a few important supplies, snacks for yourself to keep your energy up, cups and a large gourd filled with water. Colourful weavings covered the walls and there were paintings too. Teylan turned around with a smile, and your eyes pricked with tears. It wasn't just him- he was amazing, it's true. But to be welcomed by this new family, wholly. It made you feel so loved. Teylan took your daughter so Ri'nela and Rasi could embrace you in a hug.

Tamtey timed when So'lek returned, endlessly excited to see his reaction. Honestly, you weren't bothered or unbothered by the supposed prank, if all you, your mate and your child had to do was sit comfortably near the entrance like you already had been doing- you didn't mind. So'lek entered. He originally planned to just keep walking towards his little corner where he kept supplies, but upon seeing Tamtey's face holding back a huge grin, he squinted his eyes. He looked behind them, searching for something, and then turned your way.

Teylan and you were sat together, he held your daughter and you kept an arm against his as he did so. It was quite an obvious scene. So'lek's eyes widened. You hadn't known that much about him personally but you had heard enough stories to know he was pretty stoic most of the time. Teylan had a bond with him, they took care of each other. "Teylan-- Is that, Eywa... What?" his brow shot upwards, his mouth opening with a shocked half smile. Tamtey burst out in laughter, unable to contain it. So'lek barely even registered them, and the two of them came over. Teylan explained everything, and introduced you, in a similar fashion to how he had before. So'lek still had that shocked expression pretty much throughout the entire retelling, though his mouth was now closed. He broke the silence with a small amused huff, looking down at your child. "She has the Sarentu mark." there was a softness in his eyes, his mouth tugged into the smallest of smirks. "I must say- I never expected the first born of the new Sarentu generation to be from you-- But you will be a great father. I know you will." He placed his hand on Teylan's shoulder, patting him. You knew then, more than anything else, that this child would grow up so loved. And that you would be well loved in this new family too.

[sillywriterlady]

I heard you were talking requests 😏

I’d like to request a Teylan x Gn! Navi reader if possible, where Teylan introduces you to everyone else at the base for the first time and they’re just like “wait Teylan gets bitches??? 😭” and are even more surprised at how smitten they are for each other

You're Teylan's Mate To Be? - ONESHOT

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notes: Gn!Na'vi reader, fluff and more fluff!! generally more 'chill' and 'confident' reader, (does not replace Tamtey) summary: Teylan, your future mate, introduces you to everyone at the base and things don't go the way you suspected!

thank you so much for the request!! I hope its to your liking it was so fun writing for him :"D he's so cute

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You and Teylan met at the Great Na'vi Games that the Zeswa held. It was there that you saw the curious young na'vi interacting with Kin. It amused you endlessly to see how he interacted with the others at the camp, how he interacted with Zakru. You even heard that it was here that he rode a pa'li for the first time. He was charming, seeing Pandora's wonders for the first time so purely. You met around the fire one night. He was sitting on a log, holding some sort of sky people 'technology' as they called it. Interested, you sat down next to him, holding some meat skewers from the hunt you had partaken in earlier in the day. He awkwardly fidgeted with something on his strange vest- must have been some sky person attire. "You must be Sarentu." you said to him with a smile, offering him a skewer. "Oh! Um- yes! I am! Wow, did this come from the hunt earlier? Thank you!" He gratefully accepted the skewer and started eating with you. You both ate in silence for a while, comfortably. He looked like like he wanted to tell you something, so you scooted closer and looked over his shoulder. "What is this... gadget you have? Why do you use it?" "Oh!" Teylan blinked, stunned. You had grown to realize that that was not common- but he swallowed with a grin "You're interested in what's on my tablet?" "Yes, I suppose I am." something about this strange Sarentu made your mouth curve into a smile. "Well- actually- right now I'm looking at the data of the comms of the RDA, so we can track them! And make sure they don't come back again-" Teylan went on and on. You barely followed while he spoke his sky people words, but you listened anyway. It was nice to listen, and you found it cute how invested he was in this, 'tablet' he called it. ⚬────────────────────✧─────────────────────⚬

The two of you grew closer through the games and even closer through the months you were apart. Since the games had ended, Teylan had given you comms and a holotablet to communicate. Teylan was worried that you wouldn't like to speak to him anymore, that you'd forget about him, or that you wouldn't like using sky people technology to talk to him. But you didn't feel any of those things. For the first month or so you two spent hours each day speaking to each other. Now, you had learned to enjoy the 'silence' with one another. You felt calm in each others presence, but you didn't lose the spark. You learned new things about one another every day, you both talked of your pasts, and you accepted each other wholly. The others had noticed Teylan being off on his own more, and they were somewhat worried about him at first- but soon enough they had realized, he seemed genuinely happier. Tamtey in particular was so intrigued by Teylan's strange happy moods, poking at him lovingly to tell them what was going on. It wasn't like he was usually sad- he was happy with the Sarentu family they had built, but he seemed so different, in a good way. "What has you smiling Teylan?" "Oh- Just some data!" he'd lie. It worked though. So'lek found him out on his one day, outside the base and speaking on a private comms line. He didn't overhear anything really- but he saw the look on Teylan's face, how content he seemed, and understood what must have been going on. ⚬────────────────────✧─────────────────────⚬

The Sarentu family, minus Teylan-- had naturally gathered to talk in the cave of their clouded forest base. Just as Ri'nela was about to ask where Teylan had gone, the group turned to see him, and you, walking from the cave entrance. None of the other Sarentu had ever met you before- not to mention anyone at the resistence. Tamtey squinted at you with a hand to their chin, perhaps they had seen you before and were trying to figure you out. Upon seeing their reactions, you turned to Teylan giving him a teasing smile, and whispered "You didn't tell them yet, did you?" "Well- I- uh.. I wanted to tell them today! But then you said you were arriving early and-" "Don't worry about it Ma' Teylan." You whispered back, a hand gently pressing against his elbow, guiding him towards the others. Teylan's cheeks burned bright purple. You met the Sarentu, the family Teylan gushed about so often. They looked confused, all but So'lek, who sported a small smile of recognition. Ri'nela smiled gently, "Welcome back Teylan, and who might this be?" she took her hand to her forehead in gesturing to the arrival of both Na'vi, her brother and this new friend. You did the same. "I forgot to tell any of you- uh.. I was going to say it today- but this is y/n! I am courting them!" Teylan kept clarifying, saying "well, we are courting each other-" but it felt like time stopped. Both Tamtey and Ri'nela's mouths dropped, their eyes blinking. Even Priya had heard it and practically fallen over from the shock. So'lek was the first to speak, replying straightforwardly, "It is nice to meet you, I am glad for you Teylan, truly." He clapped him on the back, and you couldn't help but chuckle. Ri'nela and Tamtey's mouths kept open, as other members of the resistance who had heard the news came over to say congratulations. "You're Teylan's mate to be?" Tamtey's mouth somehow opened wider, and you felt a flush over your cheeks. It felt so strange to hear it come from another person. "Yes.. I am." You took a hand around Teylan's waist and he placed his hand on yours, slightly shy, but plain in his affection. Without missing a beat, you turned your head and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. Teylan let out a small 'eek' and smiled widely. "Hey!" Tamtey was still blinking it disbelief, and Ri'nelas eyes winded slightly too. She could never have guessed this--you-- were what was putting Teylan in such a good mood in the past months. She shook it off with a smile "I am glad for you too, Teylan."

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You had resolved to stay for a while with Teylan. You had flown quite a long way by your Ikran anyway, and it would take at least a day or two for them to recuperate. Teylan opted to show you around, always lingering near you as he showed you all his interesting tech. He surprised you when you were bent over looking at some sort of table with 'holo-images', his tail wrapped around your leg and he bent over with you, his face close to yours. It sent a small shiver through your body. He whispered to you, "Um- Can I- Can I kiss you?" He looked nervous but resolved, to show his affection for the person he had spent so long with over comms. He always wondered what it would truly be like to hug you, kiss you, to be with you. You flushed, surprised by his initiative, but nodded, "of course." the two of you shared a gentle kiss, your hand reaching up to cup his face. You heard him let out a small joyful giggle as you did so, and you felt your tail lash in excitement. "So cute." you smiled, as you pulled away. Upon looking up, you realized half the resistance was staring at the two of you. You felt yourself sweat, blinking up at the many eyes that quickly turned away. Teylan didn't seem to notice, so you took that as a sign to keep touring the base with him, and listening to his passionate ramblings. ⚬────────────────────✧─────────────────────⚬

You were laid against a few pillows with Teylan in your arms. You were explaining something cool you saw outside in the clouded forest, a place you had never visited prior. Teylan nodded along, he decided to take off his hat because it was uncomfortable against your bare skin. You hadn't even needed to ask- he just noticed it. Teylan couldn't be more comfortable, something that wasn't always easy for him within the resistance. Having his head pressed to your chest, hearing your heartbeat, it calmed his soul completely. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he cuddled into you more. You were almost falling asleep. Teylan was completely asleep by now, with you softly petting Teylan's hair he didn't stand a chance. Hearing his worries, his doubts about his life and identity over comms, It pleased you more than anything seeing him so calm. Your eyes were half lidded when you overheard Ri'nela speaking to Tamtey, they were quiet- but not enough. "I can't believe Teylan managed to get such a Na'vi to fall for him!" you heard Tamtey say quietly, their tone joking. You almost got upset, but you couldn't help but let out an amused huff. "I was skeptical at first, a new Na'vi we had never met before, and Teylan just announcing they were mates! But seeing the two of them so-- in love, I don't feel worried at all. They will take good care of him." Ri'nela said, you could hear the smile in her voice in the last part of her sentence. "And Teylan will take good care of them." Another voice, So'lek's. You couldn't help but smile as you drifted off, maybe these strange Sarentus weren't so bad after all.  -- Thank you for reading as always!! comments or reblogs are always appreciated :3!

[eunoiaasworld]

Betrayal Part II

a/n: Hello and welcome to part two of this request !! This was way longer than I originally planned, but once I started I couldn’t stop...and that somehow ended with me having written 11 pages on google docs lol. I took some inspo from the comments for this one, so I hope you all like it hehehe !! Feedback is always welcomed & appreciated! Thank you for reading :D

Synopsis: You find your son on the beach, and your worst fears almost become a reality. It leads to another argument with your husband, and inevitably pushes you into the arms of Ronal & Tonowari.

Subject & Warnings: Angst, Language, Like PG-13/TV-14 content, Suicide Attempt, Brief Mention Of Divorce, Jealousy from Jake & Neytiri, No actual cheating just stupid mates making assumptions, Ronal & Tonowari lowkey making moves on Reader, OOC everyone tbh but I do what I want, SOME AFAA SPOILERS REGARDING LO’AK (the events have been a little rearranged to make more sense in my story)

Word Count: 5.1k

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!!AFAA SPOILERS!!

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“It’s getting goddamn late, where are they?” Jake’s pacing back and forth around the mauri. His nerves on edge after everyone laid down for bed…everybody except for you and Lo’ak. Under the annoyance there’s a flash of worry peaking through, “She’s never been this late coming home.”

Neytiri glances towards Kiri, Tuk, & Spider to make sure they’re still asleep. She’ll explain your absence to them in the morning. But right now all she can handle is telling Jake, and hopefully getting him to realize his faults.

“They aren’t coming back tonight, Ma Jake.” The words hang heavy between them. He spins around with an incredulous look on his face, “What the hell do you mean?”

Tears fill Neytiri’s eyes once more tonight, “They need space from you…space to process the hurtful words you spewed at them…and I pray you can put your ego aside and apologize,” Her eyes get a bit dark as the next words leave her lips, “And Jake…if we lose them because of this?” A sense of dread runs through him, “I’ll never forgive you.”

He makes his way across the pod to wrap his arms around her. The warmth of his body swaddling around her like a blanket, but its usual calming presence is missing. His voice is low as he speaks, “I’ll fix this, baby. I’ll bring them back.”

He leaves a kiss on the back of Neytiri’s head before he heads out into the dark. Jake isn’t sure if it’s the wind or the heaviness weighing on his heart that’s sending chills across his body. He knows he fucked up, but surely not enough for you to leave…right?

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The sand feels comforting under your feet as you stroll down the waterline to clear your head. You’ve never spent a night away from Jake and Neytiri since you’ve been mated.

No matter how tired, far, or annoyed…you always made sure to end the night wrapped up in each other’s arms. It usually turned into you smooshed right in the middle of them. No matter what position you started in you’d wake up with your cheek against a chest and one pressed up to your back. You always thought of it as the safest place in the world..and despite everything going on? You still do.

So as much as you don’t want to go back to your shared mauri pod…you’re still postponing the walk back to your own. It’s daunting to think of waking up alone. Especially in such a new environment when you’ve already been separated from everything else you know.

You miss the forest. You miss your friends, the animals, the Hallelujah Mountains….but mostly you miss your mother-in-law.

Mo’at always treated you like one of her own children. You’d made a point to learn how to heal from her; often bringing the children to visit her while Jake and Neytiri tended to their clan duties. You bonded during those meetings, and a deep respect had formed. She always knew what to say and how to fix every problem with ease. It’s times like these that you miss her presence more than ever. You need a guiding hand to help you navigate this, but instead you’ve resorted to running away.

You’re only pulled from your thoughts when you come upon a shadowy figure not far from you. And the closer you get? The more your heart starts to sink. It’s dark out, but you can still recognize the faint outline of your youngest son. Your feet pick up speed as your stomach starts to turn…something’s wrong. A motherly instinct kicking in that’s been baked into your DNA the day Neytiri had birthed Neteyam into this world.

That’s when you see it— the gun. It’s resting just under Lo’ak’s chin, tears streaming down his face as he stares out into the ocean. He’s breathing heavy, chest rising rapidly as one hand rests on the barrel and the other’s down with his thumb on the trigger.

You’re full on sprinting at this point, lungs getting ready to let out a blood curdling scream when Lo’ak beats you to it. The sound that comes from him is one of pure, unfiltered agony. He throws the rifle from his hands, the metal sliding across the beach. All of the emotions he’s been keeping buried finally letting themselves wash over him.

“LO’AK!” It’s broken and your voice cuts out halfway through, but you don’t care. You just throw yourself onto the ground, arms pulling him in as close to you as physically possible.You can’t hide the sobs racking your body, limbs shaking as you keep trying to touch him to make sure he’s okay…to make sure you’re not hallucinating; because losing two sons so close together would surely drive anybody crazy.

He doesn’t say anything, just lets you hold him as you both cry. And in the haze of your brain trying to fully comprehend the weight of the moment, your mind flashes back to the day you found out you were pregnant with him.

It was a day like any other, normal in all the best ways. You’d made your way with Neteyam and Kiri over to visit their grandmother, and as soon as you walked in? She had a grin so wide she couldn’t hide it. It had come to her in a dream— Eytukan told her of the joy he felt knowing of their new grandson growing inside your belly. She knew it was true as soon as she’d woken up, heart full of hope that you’d stop by that day. And by the grace of Eywa you did.

You love all your children equally…but secretly? Lo’ak will always hold a special place in your heart. While Neytiri gave birth to Tuk, she reminds them both of you so much. Your ‘mini-me’ as they call her. But Lo’ak had come out as a perfect clone of your husband. A baby so headstrong it was comical at times. And he’s yours.

Every little bit of him you grew from scratch— even the parts he hates. His cute little fingers and his eyebrows that are oh so expressive? Those are your favorite parts of him. The ones that remind you of your husband…those are the ones you cherish the most.

You remember how feisty he was before he even made his appearance, little legs always kicking and moving around inside of your womb. Kiri had poked at your tummy curiously, little eyes full of wonder at the little feet and hand prints poking out of your blue skin…in contrast, Neteyam cried because he thought his baby brother was a monster inside of you. But they both loved him the moment they laid eyes on him, effortlessly accepting him into their hearts without a second thought.

You remember how happy Jake and Neytiri were when you told them. How Tiri instantly started making new pieces of jewelry, baskets, and a million other things in preparation for the Sully addition. Jake had told your belly stories of his days on Earth every night, hand drawing lazy shapes on the skin as his eyes glowed with love.

It’s hard to believe that’s the same man who you saw tonight. The same man who looked at his son with such detest and disappointment. You just want to fix this. You wish you had a reset button so you could just go back to the days before everything got so complicated.

You should’ve stood up for him at the council, and you should’ve intervened between him and Jake sooner. All the things you should’ve done won’t stop screaming at you in your mind. You can’t help the feeling that you’ve failed your sons. One’s dead and the other? He hates living so much he’d rather join him in eternal death.

The silence grows as his sniffling slows down, and you pull away to cup his face in your hands. “You are so loved Lo’ak, I’m sorry I didn’t stand up for you sooner.” One of your hands comes down to rest lightly over his chest, “You have a strong heart, ma ‘itan.” (My son)

He lets more tears escape his eyes, but they aren’t as violent anymore. He’s letting the pain come out freely now, instead of letting it consume him whole. The next words are selfish, but raw. “Please don’t leave me!”

“You are so much more than anyone gives you credit for. Your father loves you so much Lo’ak. Please, know that. He just has a hard time expressing it. He’s a marine at heart— trying to stay strong for all of us when really he’s drowning just as bad as we are.”

A sad smile crosses your lips, “You remind him so much of himself that it scares him. So he acts out of fear, not true anger. And I know none of that is an excuse, but I also know he can be better. I know you remember what he was like before the sky people came back. I know that man’s still in there. He’s just too scared to let his guard down like that again with the RDA so close.”

And for the first time since you’ve found him tonight— he speaks, “I just want him to see me. The real me. Not all the mistakes I’ve made…I just want to be enough for him.”

Your heart breaks hearing his words. He’s been through so much…lost so much in the short amount of time he’s been alive. How do you even begin to fix this? “I know, baby. I know,” and you’re pulling him back into a tight embrace. His head rests under your chin, letting his body fall into yours. “He’ll come around, I promise.”

But that’s a lie. You don’t know if Jake will swallow his pride, but you pray to Eywa he will. A desperate plea screaming from your brain out into the void, begging for her to hear your cries. Not for your sake, but your son’s. Because Jake might be Navi now, but he can still be so blind at times.

There’s a voice calling your son’s name that you recognize as Tsireya. He barely lifts his head as she stumbles to the place on the other side of him. She puts her hands on his arm, eyes drifting from the gun back to you both. The tears come as the realization sets in, her head hanging low as she fights to gain her composure again. You let a hand come out to rest on her knee, drawing soothing circles into her skin like you still do to Tuk.

You’ve seen the way they look at each other. The small giggles and smiles as she taught Lo’ak the Metkayina ways. When you first got here he’d often bragged to you about how good of a teacher she was; which was shortly followed by his older brother making kissy faces and teasing him to no end. You knew Neteyam wasn’t wrong though. It was evident in the way Lo’ak would throw something at his head, a furious blush taking over his cheeks, the tips of his ears, and nose. Your son is just like this father, and yeah…he’s got it bad.

You think you’re actually hallucinating now. Because just the thought of Jake has your brain tricking you into hearing his voice. It isn’t until Lo’ak is busting out of your and Tsireya’s grasp, legs marching back towards land before you can realize what’s going on.

“It’s not my fault!” There’s new tears springing from his eyes. You stumble to your feet and start running to separate them. The last thing your son needs right now is another screaming match with his father. “That’s not my fault!” You reach them just as Lo’ak shoves Jake’s chest, taking a few steps back as the look of regret sinks into his features.

You quickly position yourself between them once again, “Unless you’re here to apologize to your son, then you can turn around and leave.”

There’s a shiver that goes through him at your tone. You’ve never been this sharp and cold with him before. Never greeted him without that stupid little lovey-dovey smile on your face. But any trace of that version of his wife is gone at the moment, and all Jake wants is to get her back.

He takes a deep breath before picking his next words carefully, “I came to bring you both back home. We can talk in the morning, but Sully’s stick together, remember?”

A fresh wave of anger flows over your body, eyes peaking behind you to see Tsireya confronting Lo’ak. You turn to them, “Tsireya, could you please take Lo’ak to the mauri your mother arranged for us tonight?”

She just nods as she wraps her arms around your son to guide him in the right direction. He doesn’t even fight it, just keeps his watery eyes locked onto his dad before he has to turn his head.

You turn back around after you feel satisfied knowing she’ll take good care of him. “We are not your property, Jake. You don’t get to just show up and tell us what to do and then expect us to blindly follow it. Especially not after the way you fucked up.”

He winces at the last few words, a sense of guilt radiating in his body. “I know I fucked up, baby. I know I said shit that wasn’t true, things that should’ve never come out of my mouth…but we can get through this. We’ve never spent a night apart as a family…let’s not start now.”

You want to give in to him. You want to forgive and forget and move on like nothing happened…but you can’t. The rage that had simmered down? It’s boiling back to life the longer you stare at him, “No. I’m staying with Lo’ak tonight…away from you. He needs space, Jake— You mean you need space.” He cuts you off.

“Don’t keep putting this on Lo’ak when you’re the one who has their feelings hurt like a child! He’s strong, okay? He’ll be fine. What he doesn’t need is to see his parents arguing to the point of getting pseudo-divorced!”

He’s letting that tinge of anger cloud his judgment again. His rose-colored glasses that make him the hero of every story are still strapped over his eyes, but you know exactly how to knock them off.

You grab his wrist as you drag him back towards the scene of devastation you’d just left. “Where are we going?” Jake’s not as angry as he asks, just more of an annoyed tone now. It’s only a few more steps before you drop his hand to turn around, finger pointing out towards the ground.

Jake’s gaze follows your finger, and beside him laying in the sand is one of his rifles. “Pick it up,” your voice is null of any emotion. You almost seem like a zombie with the way you’ve went numb. “What?” Jake’s brows furrow, annoyance being completely consumed by confusion.

“Pick. It. Up.” You haven’t even blinked yet, eyes staring holes through the man in front of you. And Jake would never admit this— but he’s scared as fuck right now. The look in your eyes and the emotionless tone that drips from your voice? He’s sure you could kill him right here..and no doubt his marine combat skills wouldn’t be enough to save him.

Jake bends his knees as he picks up the raided RDA gun. It somehow feels heavier in his hands than usual, but he just chalks it up to the intensity of your sour mood. But when he stands back to his full height and keeps looking over the metal in his hands? That’s when you let it slip.

“I found our son with that rifle pressed against his head,” you’re not even sad anymore. No, you’re fucking livid.

His body freezes up, and Jake’s ears flatten as he takes in your confession. A look of pain, guilt, and shame start to take over his features. His eyes fall back to the gun in his hands and it suddenly feels like it’s burning him alive.

So he drops it as a nauseated feeling fills his gut, flashes of his son’s life running through his head. He can’t even speak, just keeps staring at his hands as they shake.

“How fucking dare you accuse me of using our son as an excuse— that I’m the one actually doing him harm,” A snarl comes out as your lip twitches. “Not when your words rung so heavy in his head that he pressed the barrel of a gun to it!”

You don’t even give him a chance to respond, but he’s in such a state of shock right now that he couldn’t give you a coherent response even if he wanted to.

He just drops to the sand, eyes still stuck as his brain and body fight each other inside of him. And in that moment you see a flash of your son. You almost reach out to comfort him before you stop yourself, and without another word you slip away from the beach.

You leave him there to soak in the devastation once more, but it’s not like he wasn’t the cause. You’re letting him sit in it the way we’ve had to. Letting it stew around inside of him until he realizes the error of his ways.

At least, you hope he will. If this doesn’t wake him up? You’re not sure what will…and that thought is truly terrifying.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

When you make it to your mauri you’re surprised to see the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahìk standing inside. You address them by their titles as you walk in, hand gesturing from your forehead down as you greet them.

“Please, call us by our names.” Tonowari had a warm smile on his face.

“Yes, no need to be so formal, y/n.” Ronal calls from the floor. She’s helping Tsireya and Lo’ak gather the right supplies to fix Neytiri’s broken bow. A singular happy tear falls from your eye at the sight. Lo’ak has a genuine smile on his face, even if it’s small. You notice it— a mother always notices.

“I am sorry if we’ve offended you somehow,” Tonowari has a concerned look on his face as he observes your reaction.

You wipe the tear away quickly, a quiet laugh escaping your lungs. “No, the complete opposite actually.” A look of gratitude shines from your eyes, “It’s been hard to find friends here and a place to fit in. Your family has been the kindest, and I don’t know how I can ever repay you for your generosity.”

A hand comes to caress yours, “You do not owe us anything. Just keep learning our ways and making this your home. That’s the best way for you to repay us,” Ronal’s voice is the softest you’ve ever heard it. “And accept our invitation to sit with us tomorrow morning at the morning meal.”

A wave of anxiety goes through you at that. You’ve always sat next to one of your mates if not right in-between them during meals. Hell, not even just for meals but everywhere. You’ve always been beside them, a sign of the strength in your bond. But that bond is shaky right now, and you can’t really say no to the leaders of the clan…and maybe the rest of the villagers will start to accept you more if they see you close to their Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk.

“Only if you’re comfortable of course,” Tonowari cuts in after seeing your hesitation.

Your eyes flit back over to Tsireya and Lo’ak as they work together seamlessly. He looks the happiest he’s been since the passing of your eldest, and that’s what truly solidifies your answer. You turn back to the with a soft smile, “I’d love to join you. I know Lo’ak and you haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, but I can see that you have grown to care for him. Thank you.”

“With the way those two are going, I’d say we have no choice but to get along.” Tonowari jokes and Ronal is quick to follow him up, “Might as well accept him now before they’re trying to sneak off in a few years.”

You let out a genuine laugh at that, not having seen this side of them yet. It’s a breath of fresh air. And you desperately need it after the day you’ve had. It isn’t long before they’re bidding their goodbyes. Lo’ak and Tsireya dawdle until her mother is practically pulling her back towards home.

The night settles down calmly after that, the tension slowly melting from your shoulders. Not completely but enough for you to get some sleep. It isn’t the same as being smushed by two loving cuddle bugs, but it will do for now.

You’ve left the privacy shade open so you can keep an eye on Lo’ak. Every little bump and creak has your eyes peeling open to check on his resting form, only letting your eyes close once you realize he’s still here and breathing. You’re still on edge from the beach, and the effects are lingering in your body. You don’t know when or if you’ll ever be the same again.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The sunrise trickles in through the flaps of your Mauri as it opens. It rouses you from your sleep, eyes blinking a few times to get used to the light. You see Lo’ak stretching as he yawns, an arm full of cloth you don’t recognize in his grasp.

“What’s that, Lo?” The childhood nickname rolls off your tongue. With your mind wandering back so much lately it’s just a natural response.

“Tsireya brought us some new clothes to wear for breakfast,” there’s a light blush still dusting his features. “Gifts from her family so we can feel more at home with the Metkayina.”

You mirror the same smile on his face, getting up and making your way over to get your share of the clothing.

“Well then we shouldn’t be late. Get changed and we’ll head out,” you land a quick kiss on his head before retreating back to your side of the Mauri.

The privacy shade is pulled closed as you quickly put on the new purple loincloth and seashell beaded top. The designs are intricate, and you can tell someone put a lot of love and passion into crafting them. You notice the tiny seashells that hang from the tips of your loincloth that match the ones on your top. How they’ve woven the strands of cloth to resemble the fishing nets they use— every single detail has been planned out. Nothing has been placed without a specific purpose, and the outcome is stunningly gorgeous.

You feel a little conflicted. The clothes are more than beautiful, but they seem too nice to just be given with nothing in return. You’d never turn down such a gift, you know it’d be seen as rude….but you also know your mates.

And you know sitting beside another couple is already going to throw a curveball at them…being adorned in that couple’s gifted clothes— especially ones like this? It’s a fight already started…but you have no clue of the true mess it’s going to cause.

So you take a deep breath, eyes closing as you let your heartbeat settle down. A voice suddenly pulls you back to the moment, “Mooom, come on! Why do girls take like forever to get ready?”

“I’m coming!” You pull back the curtain with a playful scoff. “You know, you are really impatient when it involves getting to see your girlfriend— she’s not my girlfriend!” Lo’ak cuts you off with a childish stomp of his foot.

“Oh I’m sorry, your friend who is a girl that you like and want to kiiissss— OH MY EYWA! You’re impossible!” He throws his hands up as he heads out of the Mauri, a fresh purple tint lighting up his face as you follow behind him.

Lo’ak runs off as soon as he sees Tsireya waving him over to the seat she has saved for him. You take your time as your eyes scan the crowd of hungry villagers gathered around. You’re almost to your new seat when your feet lock in place.

Your eyes meet Neytiri’s as a hopeful look comes across her. She’s pleading you with her eyes to come sit with them, to just let it rest for this morning. You don’t look at Jake, but you can feel his eyes burning into you. You almost give in just for her, and you know you will if you glance at your children.

But a familiar deep voice pulls you from their trance as a hand is placed on your shoulder, “Come, we have saved a seat for you.”

You don’t trust your voice so you just nod and give him a small smile. Letting him lead you to the seat between him and Ronal with his touch not leaving you until you’re fully seated.

The meal goes well, the leaders of the clan are a lot more laid back than you’d originally assumed. They even moved some of their food onto your plate so you could try a wider variety of their cuisine. It’s been a little hard to adjust to the abrupt diet change, but you’ve grown to love the saltiness of the sea.

The stress has slipped from your mind, and you realize maybe this space is the best thing for you right now. It’s giving you and Lo’ak time to breathe without having to worry about stepping on anybody’s toes. To be free of the pressures and responsibilities of being Toruk Makto’s family— not forever. Just long enough to take a break from that daunting title.

The meal ends quicker than you would’ve liked, but the duties of the clan will not do themselves. The day is ready to officially start as everyone cleans up and makes their way from the communal fire pit.

You’re just starting to walk off to start your journey of foraging for herbs, when Lo’ak runs up to ask if he and Tsireya can go work on Neytiri’s bow before continuing more lessons. “Ask Tonowari first and be respectful of his wishes, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!” They’re both quick to scurry off to the direction of Tsireya’s father. Lo’ak’s head snaps back towards you as the young girl still pulls him through the crowd, “Oh and thank you!”

You just shake your head with a smile, waving them off as you go to turn back around. But you’re met with a familiar chest that you bump into, stumbling back a bit before his hand grabs you by the forearm and pulls. Jake is hauling you just like he did to Lo’ak the previous night, grip so strong there’s no way to stop him from dragging you off.

“Hey!” Your hand comes up to push on his back, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Let me go!”

But your hand that you’re using to try and distance yourself with is suddenly caught by a much smaller one than your husband’s. You move your gaze over to see a very, very pissed Neytiri. Your ears flatten at the sight, your eyes flickering down and away from her bone chilling stare.

They don’t release you into you’re all back in the walls of your family mauri. Jake still hasn’t turned around yet, his hands resting against a post as his head hangs between his arms.

Neytiri is the first to break the silence, “I knew you were upset…but not enough to replace us so soon.”

“W-What? Tiri I haven’t replaced you gu— OH BULLSHIT!” Jake’s hand slams against the post they rest against. He turns to face you, angry tears rolling down his face as he stalks towards you.

“You show up to the morning meal dressed in their clan’s clothes, smelling like them, sit right between them…and you really want us to believe you didn’t spread your fucking legs for them the first chance you got?”

Your eyes bulge out of your head, a winded gasp leaving your lips. A look of disbelief crosses your face, “You think I slept with them?”

Jake’s breath comes out ragged, “Don’t play goddamn stupid, y/n.”

“I’m not!” Angry tears spill out as you shove him away from you, just like Lo’ak had done the night before.

“They gave me and Lo’ak new clothes and invited us to sit with them this morning because everyone and their fucking grandma knows we aren’t getting along right now!” You choke on the words as sorrow starts to settle in. “And it’s not like I have any friends here, so yes I sat with them. And yes I accepted their clothes because this is supposed to be our new home, Jake! You’ve been pushing us to fit in and accommodate to the new challenges, and that’s what I’m fucking doing!”

You turn to back away, your cloudy eyes falling onto both of them. “I’d never cheat on you— NEVER! Do you really think of me so lowly that I’d do that to you? That at the first sign of trouble I’ll just jump into bed with the next couple that’ll have me? Do you really think I’m that selfish to break up our family?”

Neytiri’s crying now, a sense of dread filling her at ever letting her jealousy convince her that you’d betray them. You don’t feel safe with them right now, she can tell by how you’re hugging yourself in an attempt to self soothe. “I-I’m so sorry,” it comes out broken. She falls to her knees as the emotions overtake her, whispered pleas to forgive her won’t stop coming from her mouth.

Jake just stares at the ground, eyes unwilling to meet yours now. He was so strong willed a few seconds ago— so sure of himself. Now he’s been replaced by the scared little boy you so easily recognize.

He’s not apologizing, but he’s accepting what you’re saying as fact all the same. You can’t lie to save your life. So no matter what the demons in his head keep saying, he can’t deny your truthful words. He can’t deny that he was wrong, and that he’s made this worse before it can ever get better…if it can ever get better.

“I have to go foraging,” your voice is small as you announce it. You make your way over to Jake’s combat box and pick up the black collar. “I’ll take my comms just in case.”

And just like the two times before, you leave. You put on the tactical gear and walk out of the flap they’d just drug you through. And just like those times before— they let you.

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Fragile | Avatar Fanfiction

Jake Sully x Fem!Avatar!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

This work is part of the lovely @junebugonjupiter writing event! Also a thank you for beta reading and helping me generate a title!

Prompts | 27. Reader/Jake conceals an injury | 13. "Yes Ma'am"

Content warnings: Angst, injury, guns, knife, blood, death, foul language, violence, happy ending, kissing.

Authors note: This is my first ever written and published fan fiction. It is not the best but I hope some of you enjoy it! If anyone reads it 😆

Description: Jake was very wary of letting you join the battle. It took hours of pleading and reassuring that you will be fine. You trained with Tsu’tey! You are strong and capable. Tsu’tey made sure of that. So when you find yourself in a skirmish with one of Quaritch's crew and come out injured, but victorious. You knew Jake was going to flip when he found out. So you were going to make sure that he didn't.

Na'vi used: Skxawng - moron/idiot Tam tam - calm, be content, there there Mawey - calm Iknimaya - stairway to heaven, the rite of passage for young Na'vi Uniltaron - dream hunt Palulukan - thanator Nantang - viperwolf Olo'eyktan - clan leader

Eywa has heard Jake, She is fighting back. Palulukan, Nantang and many of Her other children are fighting back. Taking down and destroying Lyle Wainfleet's division. They avoid him, they know that this battle is mine.

His face is contorted in fear, panic rising as his neck breaks to look around only to find his comrades have been eviscerated. A smirk finds itself on my face. Bow drawn, I step out from the brush and into the clearing. My steps are calculated and graceful. Everything that Tsu’tey has drilled into my ‘skxawng’ head is being utilised for this moment. 

Wainfleet’s eyes eventually land on me, eyes widening in recognition. His mouth transforms into a sickening smile. 

“Mrs. Sully, nice party trick. But your little forest friends won’t save you or your paramour.” His tone is antagonistic and demeaning. I just want to rip that smug look off of his face. 

Hissing in response “I’m going to be the last thing you see before I scalp your ugly bald head!”

He snarls, but before he can lift his gun to aim, the arrow that lies waiting in my bow releases. Striking the glass panel of the AMP suit, cracking the glass. The precious oxygen starts to escape from his suit. In a moment of panic, he rushes to put on his mask. His panicked movement causes the glass screen to eject, leaving him vulnerable. Unfortunately, his gun fires, spraying bullets everywhere. I manage to dodge most of them, twisting and turning my lithe body. In spite of this, two bullets graze along my left thigh and right bicep. 

A sharp sting erupts from where I was hit, warm blood trails down my legs and arms. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I make a mad dash out of the gun's range. I draw back my bow again, breathing in very strong and aiming true. The arrow makes a loud THUNK as it sinks into Wainfleets chest. His breath staggers as the AMP suit falls to its metal knees in a loud clang.

I approach his amp suit carefully. His hands are grasping the arrow, trying to pull it out. The burning pain of my injuries start to increase, but I don’t let myself falter. This must be done. His eyes, full of fear, gaze up into mine, full of fury. I unsheathe the dagger carefully from its home on my chest. 

I lean my head close, my mouth next to his ear. “Goodnight, Wainfleet”, I spit out. The dagger slices across his throat, rivulets of thick blood pours down his neck. He gargles for a moment then stops. His eyes go cloudy, and his jaw slackens. I jump out of the way when the AMP suit collapses into a heap on the grass. A loud breath escapes me as the pain starts to become unbearable, the adrenaline now wearing off. 

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! 

Jake is going to reem my ass if he finds out I’ve been hurt. He only let me leave the Tree of Souls because I promised I'd be away from the action. Doing recon from afar. Fuck, he’s going to be so mad. I lied and got hurt. I can’t let him know. 

Anger flares in my chest at the thought. I don’t know why he can’t trust me! I am strong and capable. He looks at me like I’m fragile, that I’ll just break if anything touches me! I'm sick of it. I am strong in this form. A skilled warrior, I have been taught by Tsu’tey. The Olo'eyktan! 

“Whirlwind, Whirlwind do you read?” Jake's voice cuts through from my ear piece, causing my ear to twitch.

Shit, speak of the devil. I press my fingers to the comms on my neck. “Yes Jake, I’m here” I say breathlessly, trying not to moan from the stinging emanating from my wounds. I turn the comms off momentarily to hiss in pain. I even out my breathing, “I’m here” I say, voice strong.

“What’s going on?” He replies roughly, concern lacing his voice. 

“The forest animals are fighting back, Eywa has heard you my Jake. Most of the RDA ground teams are down” I reply, my voice giving nothing away. 

“Okay, fall back. Go to the Tree of Souls. I have to deal with Quaritch's plane” He responds, none the wiser. 

“I can help, I’m on m–” 

“No, fall back. That’s an order” he barks as he cuts me off. 

“But–” 

“Don’t make me repeat myself!” he yells as he cuts me off, again.

I hiss in anger, “Copy that, Whirlwind over and out” my voice is laced in venom as I reply.

“Baby, don’t be like that please” He begs, voice coarse. I don’t respond, far too angry to deal with him right now. He doesn’t try again. Probably annoyed or in the middle of a battle. 

My attention is drawn to the present when the pain becomes too much to ignore. I look down, blood coats my left leg and right arm. Shit, I need to stop the bleeding before I become too weak. 

I look around at my surroundings. I find a Yalna tree nearby, I remember Mo’at mentioning the bark stops bleeding. Shuffling my way slowly over to the tree, I use my dagger to cut at the bark. Taking only what I need. I use a long thin leaf to keep the bark on my wounds, wrapping it around my thigh and arm. Hoping it will stem the bleeding soon. 

I call for my Ikran, Tempest, a series of yips and clicks escape my mouth. She descends from the forest canopy and lands next to me. Roaring and growling as she does. “Tam tam Tempest, mawey” I whisper lovingly. “Take me to the sky” I made tsaheylu and hopped onto the saddle. 

We lift off, together as one. Our hearts are beating strongly. We both soar through the sky, heading back to the Tree of Souls.

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After the battle was won, the remaining Omatikaya gathered at the Tree of Souls. Songs and dances of victory surround me as I weave my way through the crowd. As well as the wails of families who had lost their own. It’s hard to feel vindicated, not when so much death surrounds us all. 

I find bits of coloured fabric, wrapping one around my waist, like a sarong, to cover the wound on my thigh. Doing the same around my shoulder to conceal the injury there. I do my best not to limp, but every time I take a step – it feels like liquid fire emanating from my thigh. 

I find Jake amongst the crowd, Neytiri next to him. I walk as nonchalantly as I can towards them. His eyes are searching the crowd, looking for something. As soon as they land on me a smile graces his face. He’s so handsome when he smiles. A small blush rosies my cheeks at the thought.  

He rushes over to me, wrapping me in his strong arms and squeezing tightly. I can’t help the whine of pain that leaves my throat. Shit. He unwraps his arms around me, his hands resting on my shoulders. Eyes scanning me up and down, looking for anything amiss. 

“What was that? Are you hurt?” He voices in concern.

“N-no I’m not, you just squeezed me too tight.” I started to sweat, I was never good at lying. Jake always manages to see through me. His eyes squint as he looks at me unconvinced. His ears pinned back and tail lashing. 

“Why are you wearing this?” his hands fists the fabric around my shoulders. 

“Hey! Let go, I was cold” I bark back. In fact, the weather was so warm, it was impossible to feel cold. The sheer amount of dancing bodies made sure of that. He carefully takes off the fabric around my shoulder. I don’t bother stopping him, unable to maintain the charade. 

My ears flatten against my head as I look down, too afraid to meet his eyes. “Baby, how did this happen? You were supposed to stay away from the action” His eyes are filled with worry, but his tone is hinted with annoyance. 

I sigh, shoulders raising and deflating at the action. There is no point in lying anymore. 

“I didn’t do recon, I can’t just sit back and watch. You should know this! I am more useful involved in the fight than out of it!” My voice started to raise, earning attention from the surrounding people. Including Neytiri. She starts to head over to where Jake and I are.

“I am a strong warrior, I have passed my Iknimaya and Uniltaron. I killed many RDA soldiers, including Wainfleet.” My hands are shaking at this point. Unsure if it's from rage or blood loss. Neytiri places a hand on my shoulder. “Mawey, breathe”. I follow her instructions and take a deep breath in, and exhale out slowly. Jake's brows are furrowed, unsure if he should be angry, sad or proud. 

“Jake, she is right. She has a strong heart and an even stronger will. You must trust her” 

I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. His eyes are darting between Neytiri and I, unsure how to proceed. He sighs deeply. 

“I’m just…” He starts, finding it hard to express how he feels. Jake has always struggled with this. Opening up is rare.

“I am so scared of losing you… You mean the world to me. If something were to happen and I wasn't there–” He stops, voice cracking towards the end. He looks down, ears flattening against his head, and his tail wraps itself around his calf. As if trying to soothe himself.

“My Jake, I don’t die that easily. You have to believe in me, as I believe in you.” I lift his head up by his chin and look into his eyes. I show him a small smile. “Oel ngati kameie Jake” I whisper softly. I place my forehead against his, wanting to comfort him, and myself. 

He breathes out slowly, our breaths intertwining. “Oel ngati kameie, I love you sweetheart”. He leans in and places his lips gently on mine. I smile into the kiss and place my good arm on his shoulder. 

Neytiri steps back, allowing us the space to reconcile. A smile on her face, happy that her students have reunited.   

I lean back, and look into his golden eyes. “Now, take me to Mo’at.” 

“Yes Ma’am” he says, winking in response. 

I roll my eyes, “C’mon big boy, lets go.”

@uzmacchiato

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it... As I said, this is my first ever fan fiction that I have written, and also published online. I want to thank @junebugonjupiter again for all their help. As well as @pinkpeonyabyss for responding to my ask with helpful tips for writing.

Lots of love,

darkblue

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