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Tldr; stop sharing the video. If you see it, report it immediately. Taz deleted it for a reason. You wouldn't be reposting it if it were one of the female cast members why is it okay that you're sharing this? 🫥
Sometimes you hear a song and a fic pops into your head full formed. This is a trap. The fic may be fully formed in your brain, but you still Have to write it down. This is an important step that most people forget about.
Imagine having a "fight" with Vox (you're angry at him and he just ignores you and keeps working) So you threaten to spend all him money unless he starts to take you seriously and he just starts laughing at you.
You feel heat run to your face as you demand to know what's so funny.
"Oh honey... I am a BILLIONAIRE!! You could essentially buy Pentagram city and I STILL wouldn't go into the red. But go ahead and try! It'll be a cute time watching you on my cameras."
I really want to write a angst one shot for Dick Grayson/Nightwing with the song "Winter in Paris" by Brent Faiyaz in mind. This could work for Jason Todd/Red hood too.
But I also have the song "Jello" by PRETTYMUCH stuck in my head which is making me want to write a fluff fic involving a reader who likes snacks like yogurt, Jelly, Pudding, soft snacks.
A Lesson in Seeing | Jake Sully x fem!omatikaya!reader
Word count: 2.1 k
Pairing: Jake Sully x fem!omatikaya!reader
Description: Jake's feelings surface when you accidently find him in his human form. Based on this and this request!
Content Warnings: Kind of angsty but with a happy ending!
Author's note: This was so cute, I loved writing it! Human Jake is sooooo fine, I need to right more for him!
Na’vi Words used:
Tsaheylu= the bond
Kelku = home/house
“Jake,” you hissed from your hammock beside his. Your head peeked over the woven side as you waited to see if he was awake. He never stirred or answered.
Through the transparent material, you could see his blank face as he lay dormant, or perhaps he wasn't really sleeping at all. He had mentioned that he went somewhere else when everyone was sleeping, but the thought was hard for you to digest.
You crept up out of your hammock and nimbly crawled back to the limb of hometree and then over to his unconscious body. You perched near the top of his hammock and cocked your head to the side as you watched his steady breath force his chest up and down.
“Jake,” you called again, poking him in the forehead, but still, he did not react in the slightest. It seemed he truly was not there.
Looking back at your hammock, you had no desire to sleep. Your body still thrummed with the adventures of the day and your mind raced at the thought of going on another one.
You ascended up towards the top of hometree, slipping past your sleeping brethren to get to the sky.
“Where do you think you’re going?” a sharp, quiet voice asked from behind you and you froze, turning on your toes to find Tsu’tey leaning against the main column of the tree.
“On a flight,” you stated innocently, knowing he could not stop you, although he may try.
“The Olo’eyktan will not like his daughter going out alone into the dark,” Tsu’tey advised, pushing off and walking towards you.
“He does not control my every move, Tsu’tey. I have gone out many times in the night,” you affirmed, turning from him.
“Let me go with you,” he offered, following behind you up the spiral, his steps matching yours as you reached the top level. “The Toruk is out hunting, we have heard animal screams to the east.”
“Then I will stay to the west. I wish for time alone,” you said over your shoulder and you heard his steps stop behind you.
“It is dangerous,” he called but you ignored him.
You continued walking, finally, making it to the leaves above. You yipped and called for your Ikran, Ta’mae, to meet you. Her great wings flapped from where she was perched in the trees with the other Ikrans.
She landed in front of you with barely a sound. “Hello sweet girl,” you cooed, stroking a hand down her face and neck as you made tsaheylu. Her movements became clear to you, her breath and her thoughts merging with yours.
You climbed aboard not bothering with your saddle, and took off to the West, a direction you were not entirely used to.
From above, the night was laying heavy and soft on Pandora. Purple, blue, and green bioluminescence measured your path ahead for miles, the Hallelujah mountains reigning over the world in the distance.
When something shiny caught your eye below, you veered Ta’mae towards it to get a better look. A silver box stood out like a sore thumb in a jungle clearing. It was obviously a human object, but you had no idea what it might be for. You remembered Jake and Grace had asked your parents, Eytukan and Mo’at, for permission to keep their lab in the mountains, surely this had to be it. Your heart jumped at the thought of seeing Jake again, curious at what his other form might be like.
You swooped down and landed Ta’mae on the grass in front of the box, watching it carefully as you dismounted. Through the window you could see four humans sitting at a strange flat surface, they talked as they ate and it wasn't until you stepped closer that a woman in tan clothing and red hair looked over to you.
With your Na’vi eyes, you saw her utensil clatter down as she dropped it, her eyes wide with shock. The man beside her looked even more surprised to see you and you started to second guess yourself. Maybe these were not dreamwalkers but other humans. Maybe you were in danger of their metal and thunder.
You took a step back hesitantly, unsure of what to do when the door slammed open. The redhaired woman held open the door as a man sitting on a strange metal contraption rolled out to the platform that led to the forest.
He stared at you in wonder and you stared back, “Y/n?” he asked, Jake’s voice was jarring when it came from the pinkskin’s mouth, yet it was undoubtedly him.
You stalked up to the little man and kneeled before him, observing him in awe as his hair covered brow raised and his mouth opened to say something but closed again. His strange mask reflected your image and made it more difficult to see his face in the dark night. On the platform, he was eye level to you as you crouched, but he was still small compared to your stature.
“Is that really you, Ma’ Jake?” you asked in a hushed whisper, scared to break the tension that fell over yourself and all four humans, the other two had joined you outside and were watching Jake carefully. You did not miss the way the other dark haired woman had reached for the tiny black gun at her hip.
“Yeah,” he sighed, “It's me. What are you doing here?” he breathed out, looking intently at you.
“I found the lab when I did not mean to. I was just flying and I saw it here. I did not know if it was you,” you explained as Grace stepped forward.
“Hello y/n, it’s Grace. I suppose you've never seen me in my human form before,” she said.
A smile broke out freely across your face, “Hello teacher,” you greeted, having been one of her pupils many years prior.
“And I’m Norm. You've never met me at all, but I am one of the Avatar’s too,” a skinny, awkward man explained and you nodded in greeting “Hello Norm.”
You looked expectantly at the last woman and she raised her eyebrows up at the attention. She finally tipped her chin up and said, “Trudy.” You could admire her directness.
“An hour ago, you were falling asleep,” Jake stated, stealing your attention back to him. He looked hurt for some reason, as if you had done something to him.
“I could not, I am restless tonight after our preparations for your iknimaya,” you confessed, smiling briefly at the thought of all of the fun you had today training Jake.
“You can’t just show up here. I didn't want you to see me like this,” he ground out, his lips pursed as you recoiled.
“See you like what? This is also who you are,” you argued.
“Yeah but…” he shot a look over his shoulder and Grace caught the hint. She jumped into action by ushering the two other humans back inside.
Before Jake continued what he was saying, you interrupted. “Why do you sit?” you asked the question that had been bothering you since he came outside.
A brief flash of embarrassment passed over his face and you regretted asking. Human Jake was very different from his avatar in your opinion. This Jake was not half as confident nor did he have the blind pride that he seemed to gain when he was blue, but you knew your Jake was still in there.
“I can't stand because my legs don't work. I was hurt in a battle,” he explained, eyes down cast.
“Injuries and scars from battle are nothing to be ashamed of,” you said softly.
“I am not ashamed,” he demanded, looking up at you with raw insecurity across his eyes, although he did not seem to be aware that it was there on display.
“Do not be angry with me,” you pleaded.
His eyes softened and you relaxed. “I’m not angry, I just wasn't expecting you. I never thought you would have to see me like…. this,” he said, gesturing to his body and the chair below him.
“Ma’ Jake,” you shook your head, “I see you,” you said, holding out your hand to him. He looked at it carefully, holding his gaze there for so long that you were afraid he would reject you.
“I see you, baby,” he finally said, weaving his five digits through your four.
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The next morning, you awoke in your hammock to see the sun had already risen, and so had Jake. He sat on the branch that held both of you as you slept and looked out over the inside of hometree as it bustled to life.
Na’vi children ducked between branches and leaped across hammocks. On the other side of hometree, families prepared for the day in their hanging kelku’s. Horns blew from above as the Ikrans were called for a hunt.
Life was teeming and there Jake sat, stationary in the face of it.
You crawled out of your hammock and over to him. “Good morning, Ma’ Jake,” you mumbled, half asleep still. You were not a morning person, whereas Jake woke ready to face the day. It had made chasing him down to teach him a little difficult at first since you were going about half his speed until breakfast.
“Good morning,” he replied, looking down at his hands as he flexed them repeatedly like he was grounding himself. You sat beside him, both of your legs dangling down over the rest of the world.
“Let us talk about it so it does not fester in you,” you offered, tapping Jake’s chest to indicate where his resentment lay.
His head shot up, “There’s nothing to talk about. You saw my human body, end of story. It’s fine.”
“It is not end of story. You did not want me to see it. Why?” you asked, not understanding.
His eyes drifted to you and for the first time you saw Jake’s avatar show raw, painful emotion. In his eyes you could see the humanness as clearly as you did last night.
“The Na’vi hate human’s, for what we destroy, for what we have taken. Human’s killed your sister,” he shook his head, disgust filling his face. “I don’t like you seeing the side of me that resembles them,” he said and your heart squeezed in your chest at his vulnerability.
“I always knew you were human, this whole time I have learned to accept that side of you. You are not like them, Grace is not either,” you assured him.
“Yeah, but-” he started.
“I have been teaching you to see. Your eyes have been opened. You will be one of us soon. A human could not see if they did not have your strength and your openness. You were chosen by Eywa, Jake Sully, let her choice stay sound,” you advised, laying your hand over his.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he nodded, still not looking all that back to himself.
“And your fear of being seen does not have anything to do with your legs?” you prodded, leaning your head to the side in question.
His eyes went to his legs and he flexed his feet over hometree at the reminder. “Maybe, I mean, the whole reason I came here was to get them fixed, that and I had nothing else to live for on Earth,” he admitted and you flinched at the thought of Jake once feeling so broken and alone. “Now that I’m here, in this body, I can walk and I can run. It’s hard going back to a body that is so limited.”
You reached up and brushed a piece of black hair that had fallen out of his braid and in his face. “I know it is hard for you. I wish you had told me of your struggles, but even as a pink skin, you were still handsome,” you admitted and Jake’s confidence rushed forward like a mighty river.
His eyes shot up to yours, “You think so, huh?” he grinned.
“Still very small and ugly like all humans,” you nodded, “But I suppose you are the least ugly of the few I have seen.”
“I’ll take it,” he shrugged and you laughed at the smile on his face, even as your compliment was joking but backhanded.
“Part of seeing is communicating, do not let feelings fester until they blind. That is the way of the people,” you advised.
He nodded, “Yes ma’am. So the next time you want to make me talk, you're just gonna keep calling it a lesson in seeing?” he teased.
“That is a good idea, as long as it keeps working,” you grinned.
me daydreaming about finishing undead romance as well as starting a new fanfic knowing full well i have no time to actually write chapters only plan and go insane
