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[libraryafterdark]

Hi!Could you write a sad fanfic?For example,the reader is the eldest daughter in the family.Therefore, she's older than Neteyam and responsible for the younger children.Jake raised her as a warrior and is very strict with her,unlike the other children. For example,he treats Kiri with a special tenderness, more than he does his own daughter.This deeply hurts the reader, but she doesn't show it. So,during the war,Jake entrusts her with protecting the younger children,which results in the reader's death.I need to cry because I still haven't recovered from Neteyam's death💔

Built for War

Awwww this idea really made me cry😭. I hope it doesn't make you cry (actually it does, so I'm not the only one who had to cry)

Have fun reading ✨

Masterlist

You were his first child, the one who came before the others softened him, before he learned how to kneel when someone cried instead of telling them to stand.

Jake Sully did not know how to be a father when you were born, he only knew how to be a soldier, so that is what he made of you.

From the time you could walk steadily, he placed a bow in your hands. From the time you could climb, he told you not to look down. When you fell, he did not rush forward in panic like other fathers might have, he stood back, arms crossed, watching with sharp eyes that measured strength instead of fear.

“Get up,” he would say, and you always did. You learned quickly that praise from him did not come in soft smiles or warm embraces. It came in nods. In fewer corrections. In silence that meant you had done well enough.

Then Neteyam was born, and something shifted not in you, but in him. He was still strict, still commanding, but with Neteyam there was pride that felt warm instead of heavy.

When Neteyam succeeded, Jake’s voice carried approval. When he failed, Jake corrected him, yes, but with a hand on his shoulder and a steady reminder that he would do better next time.

With you, it was always expectation. “You are the oldest.” “You set the example.” “You don’t get to make mistakes like that.”

Lo’ak came next, and Jake’s frustration with him felt different too louder, but almost… forgiving. Lo’ak was reckless, and Jake scolded him for it, yet there was something in his tone that said he understood that recklessness, because it mirrored his own.

Kiri was treated with a tenderness that carved something quiet and painful inside your ribs. When she asked questions about Eywa, Jake crouched to meet her eyes. When she grew overwhelmed, he softened, voice low, patient in a way you could not remember him ever being with you.

And Tuk sweet, small Tuk wrapped around his finger so easily that sometimes you wondered if you had imagined the version of him that once lifted you into the air without worry about how strong you would become.

But you never complained. Because you were the firstborn.

You were the one who braided Tuk’s hair when her hands were too small to do it herself. You were the one who helped Neteyam practice late at night when he thought he was not good enough. You were the one who stood between Lo’ak and Jake when arguments burned too hot. You were the steady one, the reliable one, the one who did not cry when scolded.

Warriors do not cry. Warriors endure.

The night before the final battle, when the sky felt too quiet and the air carried the kind of stillness that comes before something terrible, Jake called you aside.

He did not ask if you were afraid. He did not tell you to stay safe. He simply looked at you with that assessing gaze and said, “You’re in charge of the younger ones. Keep them out of the fight unless it’s unavoidable.” There was trust in it. Heavy trust. The kind he had been building into you your entire life.

You straightened instinctively. “Yes, sir.” He placed his hand on your shoulder briefly, firm and grounding, and added, “You’re my strongest.” It was meant as pride, and maybe it was, but it felt like a burden settling more firmly across your back.

The battle was chaos, fire against water, screams swallowed by waves, gunshots splitting the sky. You moved through it the way he had trained you to move calculated, aware, always thinking three steps ahead. You kept Tuk close, directed Lo’ak with sharp gestures, reminded Kiri where to run and when to hide.

You were not thinking about yourself. You never did.

The moment comes in a blur a flash of metal, a split-second alignment of danger and innocence. The shot was meant for Neteyam. You see it in that strange way warriors sometimes do, where time stretches thin and clear. There is no hesitation in you. No weighing of cost.

You shove him aside. Pain tears through you, violent and blinding, and suddenly the world feels distant, as though you are underwater without having entered the sea.

You hit the sand, and it feels warm beneath you, too warm. Voices blur together. Tuk crying. Lo’ak shouting. Kiri praying. Neteyam is at your side first, his hands pressing desperately against the wound as though he can will your body to obey him.

“Stay with me,” he says, and it is almost ironic, because you have said those same words to him more times than you can count. You try to answer, but your voice feels thin. Then Jake is there.

He drops to his knees beside you with a force that shakes the ground, and for the first time in your life, he does not look like a leader or a warrior. He looks like a father. Terrified.

His hands press over yours, trying to stop what cannot be stopped, his voice breaking as he says your name again and again as if repetition alone could anchor you here. “You’re okay,” he insists, but the words tremble. “You’re okay.”

You look at him, and in his eyes you see something you have chased your entire life not expectation, not evaluation, but pure, raw love. “I tried,” you whisper, because that is what you have always done. Tried to be strong enough. Good enough. His face crumples in a way you have never seen.

“I know,” he says, voice shattering. “I know, baby.” The word hits harder than anything else. Baby.

You cannot remember the last time he called you that. You want to tell him you were not angry. You want to tell him you understood why he raised you the way he did. That maybe he had been trying to prepare you for a world that would not be gentle.

But the world grows dim around the edges. You feel your siblings close, their hands clutching at you as though they can keep you tethered through sheer will. Jake presses his forehead to yours, and his shoulders shake as he whispers apologies you can barely hear.

You protected them. You fulfilled the role he carved into you. And as the light fades, you realize that the only thing you ever truly wanted was this to be held like you were something fragile instead of forged.

After you are gone, the silence in the family feels unnatural, like something essential has been pulled from its center. Jake no longer speaks as sharply. He no longer demands perfection. He holds Tuk longer. He listens to Lo’ak without immediate correction. He answers Kiri’s questions with patience he once reserved only for her.

And sometimes, late at night, he sits alone with your bow resting across his lap, staring at the worn grip where your fingers once held tight, and he whispers into the quiet,

“I should have protected you.” But you were the firstborn.

[vaniellea]

𑣲 Neteyam let’s aonung watch him fuck you. 

You and Neteyam had been mated for a while now, but Aonung — Neteyam’s closest friend — had always been curious about sex.

He had asked questions here and there, shy and awkward, never quite understanding the full picture. So one night, after a long conversation and a lot of reassurance, you and Neteyam agreed to let him watch. 

Just watch.

The three of you walked together through the quiet forest paths toward a hidden cove Neteyam knew about. The bioluminescent plants glowed softly along the way, casting gentle blue and purple light on the ground. 

No one spoke much. The air felt thick with anticipation. Aonung kept glancing between you and Neteyam, ears twitching nervously, while Neteyam’s hand stayed firmly on your lower back, guiding you.

When you reached the cove, the sound of gentle waves lapping at the sand mixed with the soft hum of the night insects. The space was private, tucked away behind rocks and glowing vines. Neteyam spread out a large woven blanket on the soft sand, then turned to you, his golden eyes dark and warm.

“You still okay with this?” he asked quietly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, heart racing but excited. “Yes. I want this.”

Aonung sat down a few feet away on another mat, looking tense but curious as his hands resting on his thighs as he watched.

Neteyam pulled you close first, kissing you slowly and deeply. His big hands slid down your back, pulling you against his chest as his tongue brushed yours. You melted into him, fingers tangling in his braids. The kiss grew hungrier, your bodies pressing closer until you could feel him already hardening against your stomach.

He gently laid you down on the blanket, the soft fabric cool beneath your back. Neteyam hovered over you, kissing along your jaw and down your neck while his hands slowly untied your top. Your breasts spilled free, nipples already hard in the night air. He groaned softly and leaned down, sucking one into his warm mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

You moaned quietly, back arching as he lavished attention on your tits, switching from one to the other, sucking and licking until they were shiny and swollen.

Aonung, sitting a few feet away, couldn’t help but stare for a few long seconds. His eyes were locked on your bare breasts, watching the way they moved and bounced slightly with every breath you took, the way Neteyam’s mouth made them glisten. 

He could feel his lioncloth tightening a little as he shifted and adjusted his lioncloth before he forced himself to look away, cheeks burning with guilt. He tried to focus on Neteyam’s face instead, out of respect for his friend.

But his eyes kept drifting back.

Every time Neteyam switched sides or sucked harder, making your tits jiggle and your back arch, Aonung’s gaze would flick back to your chest, unable to stay away for long. His breathing had grown heavier

When he reached your loincloth, he hooked his fingers under the ties and pulled it aside slowly, almost reverently, letting the fabric fall away to fully expose your already wet pussy.

He spread your legs wider, his big hands gentle but firm on your inner thighs as he opened you up completely. Then he used both thumbs to carefully part your puffy pussy lips, spreading them open so your glistening folds and swollen clit were fully on display. The cool night air brushed against your exposed core, making you shiver.

Neteyam looked over at Aonung with a small, knowing smirk, his golden eyes dark and teasing. Aonung was squirming on his mat, clearly trying his hardest to stay respectful to both of you. His hand was moving slowly on his lap, but his eyes kept darting back to your spread pussy, ears twitching with conflict as he fought between looking away and staring.

Neteyam held the eye contact for a moment longer, that quiet smirk still on his face, before he leaned down and dragged his big, soft tongue slowly through your folds. You moaned loudly, back arching sharply as the warm, textured surface of his tongue licked from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He took his time, licking you with long, thorough strokes, savoring your taste while his thumbs kept your lips spread wide for him.

As he ate you out, Neteyam kept glancing over at Aonung, a good amount of the time his eyes were on his friend instead of you. He watched Aonung’s reactions closely, the way his hand on his cock to feel some kind of relief on his cock, the way his breathing grew ragged, the way he squirmed and tried (and failed) to look respectful. All the while, Neteyam’s tongue never stopped working, circling your clit, pushing inside you, sucking gently on your swollen folds while you shook and moaned underneath him.

You were trembling hard, fingers gripping the blanket as pleasure rolled through you in waves. Neteyam’s tongue was relentless, slow and deep one moment, then fast and focused on your clit the next. Every time you moaned or your hips twitched, he would look over at Aonung again, that possessive little smirk returning as if he was showing off exactly what he could do to his mate.

Aonung was breathing heavily now, as he watched Neteyam devour your pussy. He couldn’t look away anymore, completely captivated by the sight of you shaking and moaning under Neteyam’s mouth.

Aonung’s breathing had grown heavier. He wanted to touch himself so bad, so Instead of pulling his loincloth aside, he pressed the heel of his palm firmly against the front of it, grinding his hard, aching cock against the tight fabric. 

The material strained under the pressure, the thick outline of his cock clearly visible as he rolled his hips slowly, rubbing himself desperately through the cloth while his eyes stayed locked on Neteyam eating you out. Every slow grind made the loincloth shift and pull tighter against his length, the friction clearly not enough but still making his thighs tense and his breath hitch.

Neteyam groaned against your pussy, the vibration making you whimper. He sucked your clit into his mouth, two thick fingers sliding into you and curling as he worked you closer. 

You came with a soft cry, thighs shaking around his head as your pussy clenched and fluttered on his tongue.

Neteyam didn’t stop. He kept licking you through it, gentler now, until you were trembling and oversensitive. Then he moved up your body, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulled back slightly, breathing hard, and sat up on his knees between your spread legs. 

His eyes locked onto Aonung as he reached down and slowly pulled his loincloth down. His massive cock sprang free, heavy and hard, bouncing once before settling, the thick length swaying heavily between his thighs. Neteyam kept his gaze on Aonung the entire time, a small, possessive smirk on his lips as if showing off exactly what his mate was about to take or maybe something a little more than that.

Aonung’s hips froze, eyes wide as he stared.

Neteyam bent down again, gripping the base of his cock and teasing the fat, leaking head against your sensitive pussy. He rubbed it up and down your slick folds, circling your swollen clit with the tip, making you squirm and whimper underneath him. Your hips twitched desperately, trying to push up to take him, but he kept teasing, sliding the head just barely against your entrance before pulling back to rub it over your clit again and again.

“Please…” you whispered, voice shaky and needy.

Neteyam finally pushed forward, slowly sliding the thick head inside you. You gasped, back arching sharply as he stretched you open, inch by thick inch. He kept his eyes on Aonung the whole time, watching his friend’s reaction as he sank deeper into your tight heat.

Neteyam started fucking you with slow, deep thrusts, hips rolling as he buried himself to the hilt each time. Your tits bounced with every thrust, and Aonung’s hips moved a bit faster on his cock as he watched, eyes wide and dark.

Neteyam groaned, one hand squeezing your breast while the other gripped your hip. “You feel so good, yawne… so tight around me.”

Aonung body twitched harder now, breathing ragged as he watched Neteyam’s cock disappear into your pussy over and over again. His own cock was leaking though his lioncloth as he squirmed on his mat.

You moaned louder, back arching as Neteyam fucked you deeper, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him filling the cove. 

Neteyam glanced over at Aonung again, eyes dark. “Open your thighs,” he said quietly, voice rough but commanding.

Aonung hesitated, ears flicking back, clearly embarrassed. But after a few seconds he slowly spread his legs wider, giving Neteyam a full view. The loincloth rode up tight between his ass cheeks, the thin fabric soaked and clinging to his heavy balls and the thick outline of his hard cock. The material was dark with precum, stretched obscenely over his bulge.

Neteyam’s hips never stopped moving, still thrusting deep into you as he stared. “Slap it.”

Aonung’s face burned, but he obeyed. He brought his hand down and slapped the front of his soaked loincloth hard. His cock twitched violently under the fabric, a fresh spurt of precum soaking through even more. He let out a shaky moan, body jerking.

“Good,” Neteyam murmured. “Now go back to what you were doing.”

Aonung nodded quickly and started grinding again, pressing his palm against his cock and rubbing it desperately against the tight loincloth. His hips rolled faster and faster, the wet fabric sliding over his length as his heavy balls slapped rhythmically against the soaked material. The sight was obscene, Aonung squirming and humping his own hand through his loincloth while watching Neteyam fuck you.

Neteyam’s eyes flicked between the two of you. He watched your tits bounce and jiggle wildly with every deep thrust, then looked back at Aonung,  at the way he was frantically grinding, thighs trembling, face flushed with shame and pleasure. The contrast made Neteyam fuck you even harder, hips snapping forward as he groaned.

Aonung’s movements grew desperate, hips jerking erratically. With a choked moan he came hard through his loincloth. Thick ropes of cum soaked the fabric, some forcing their way through and shooting onto your bouncing tits and stomach. Most of it dripped heavily onto the sand below, pooling beneath him as his cock kept twitching, leaking more cum in weak spurts.

Neteyam kept fucking you through it, leaning down to drag his tongue across your cum covered nipple, licking Aonung’s load off your skin with a low, satisfied hum. He leaned back up with a small, wicked smile, eyes dark as he slammed into you faster.

“Pull your loincloth down,” Neteyam told Aonung, voice husky.

Aonung was still shaking from overstimulation, but he obeyed, tugging his soaked loincloth down with trembling hands. His cock fell free, coated in thick white cum, still twitching and leaking, hanging heavy and spent between his thighs.

Neteyam took your head gently with his hand and guided it, making you turn your head to look at Aonung’s messy, cum covered cock. “Look at what you did to him,” he whispered against your ear, still thrusting deep inside you.

Aonung’s cock hung limp between his legs, still twitching and dripping the last weak spurts of cum onto the mat below. He was breathing hard, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, eyes glassy and half lidded from the intensity of his orgasm.

Neteyam slowed to a stop for a moment, buried deep inside you, and looked over at Aonung. “Come closer.”

Aonung hesitated, then crawled forward slowly on his knees until he was right beside you both. His spent cock hung heavy and low, the tip brushing against the mat and leaving a small trail of cum.

Neteyam smiled, still buried inside you. “Get on your knees properly.”

Aonung obeyed, settling on his knees so his cock hung down, the leaking tip resting against the floor.

Neteyam’s voice was low and teasing. “Do you want to fuck her?”

Aonung looked at Neteyam, then at you, then back to Neteyam. He nodded slowly, almost shyly.

Neteyam laughed softly. “Well… you can’t.”

Aonung’s ears flicked back in surprise, then he playfully slapped Neteyam’s arm. Neteyam laughed louder, the sound warm.

“What you can do,” Neteyam continued, still slowly rolling his hips inside you, “is fuck the mat right there beside her. Just like this.”

Aonung looked confused for a second, but he nodded slowly and leaned forward, pressing his still leaking cock against the mat right next to your body. He started moving his hips, sliding his sensitive cock against the woven fabric, the wet tip dragging and leaving streaks of cum.

Neteyam kept his pace slow and deep inside you. “Match my rhythm. Move your hips the same way I’m fucking her.”

Aonung nodded again and started thrusting against the mat in time with Neteyam’s strokes — slow, deep rolls of his hips, his cock sliding back and forth on the fabric while he watched Neteyam fuck you.

You moaned softly, the sight and the feeling of Neteyam inside you making your head spin. 

Neteyam kept his rhythm steady and deep, rolling his hips in long, controlled strokes that made his thick cock drag against every sensitive spot inside you. Each thrust pushed a wet, obscene sound from your pussy as he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressing against you. He had your legs folded high, almost to your shoulders, opening you up completely for him while he fucked you with perfect, possessive pace.

His golden eyes kept flicking over to Aonung, watching his friend with dark fascination. Aonung was desperately humping the mat beside you, hips jerking erratically as he pressed his still leaking cock against the woven fabric. His thick, spent cock was sliding messily back and forth, the sensitive head dragging and leaving shiny streaks of cum on the mat. Every thrust made his heavy balls slap softly against the fabric, and his cock twitched and pulsed with overstimulation, more cum leaking out in weak spurts with each desperate roll of his hips.

Neteyam groaned low, hips snapping a little harder into you as he watched Aonung’s cock slide and smear against the mat. “Look at him,” he murmured against your ear, voice rough. “He’s so desperate he’s fucking the floor just from watching me take you.”

You whimpered, eyes fluttering as you tried to look over at Aonung. His face was flushed, ears pinned back, mouth slightly open as he panted and humped the mat faster, completely lost in the sight of Neteyam’s cock disappearing into your pussy over and over again. His own cock looked so sensitive, red at the tip, still dripping, twitching every time he dragged it against the rough texture of the mat.

Neteyam leaned down and kissed your neck, sucking lightly as he kept thrusting deep and slow, letting you feel every inch. “He can’t even stop himself… just from seeing how full you get.”

Aonung let out a shaky moan, hips jerking faster as he watched your tits bounce with every thrust. His cock kept sliding, the head catching and rubbing against the mat, leaving a bigger wet spot as more cum leaked out of him.

Neteyam smiled against your skin, eyes never leaving Aonung as he fucked you deeper, grinding his cock against that perfect spot inside you until your moans grew louder and your pussy started fluttering around him again.

Neteyam eventually brought your legs up, folding them toward your head, opening you up even more. Aonung’s eyes were glued to the way your pussy stretched around Neteyam’s thick cock, the way your tits bounced with every thrust, the way your body tensed and shook as you got closer again.

Aonung wasn’t matching the rhythm anymore. He was just desperately fucking the mat, hips jerking erratically as he watched your pussy take Neteyam over and over. His cock was sliding messily against the fabric, leaving a wet trail of cum.

You came hard like that, moaning loudly as your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around Neteyam’s thick cock. Your whole body shook, thighs trembling violently as the orgasm crashed through you, leaving you gasping and twitching underneath him.

Neteyam groaned deeply but didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through it, hips snapping harder, driving his cock even deeper with every powerful thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking him grew louder, creamy, slick noises as your cum mixed with the loads he had already pumped into you earlier. Thick white cum from his previous orgasms was leaking out around his shaft with every deep stroke, slowly dripping down to your ass and the mat beneath you. Aonung’s eyes were glued to the sight, watching the creamy mess leak from your stretched hole and slide down your skin while Neteyam continued to pound into you without mercy.

You were overwhelmed, body shaking hard from the overstimulation. Your hands pushed weakly at Neteyam’s chest, trying to get some relief as another wave of intense pleasure bordered on too much. “Teyam— too much… I can’t—”

Neteyam leaned down closer, his voice low and soothing against your ear even as his hips kept driving into you deep and steady. “You’re doing so good, yawne. You’re taking me so well… such a perfect mate. Just breathe for me.”

He kissed your neck softly, then your cheek, never slowing his thrusts. “You can take it, come on… breathe, yawne. Let me feel you.”

You whimpered, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body kept shaking, but you stopped pushing him away. Neteyam groaned in approval, fucking you a little deeper, grinding his cock against that perfect spot inside you while more of his earlier cum leaked out and dripped messily down to your ass.

Aonung was breathing raggedly, hand on the floor as he’s still moving on his cock as he watched the creamy cum continue to leak from you with every thrust. Neteyam kept whispering soft praises against your skin, telling you how beautiful you looked, how perfect you felt, how proud he was of you for taking him so deep while you trembled and moaned beneath him.

Aonung let out a broken, shaky sound, his whole body tensing as he came again. His cock jerked hard against the mat, thick, powerful ropes of cum shooting out in messy arcs. 

Some of the spurts landed on Neteyam’s thigh in warm, heavy drops that slowly slid down the smooth blue skin, leaving shiny trails behind. A few ropes reached even farther, splattering onto your waist and stomach in sticky bursts, the warm cum mixing with the sweat already glistening on your skin and slowly dripping down toward your navel.

His cock kept twitching violently, pulsing visibly as more cum leaked out in weaker, slower spurts, dripping steadily onto the mat below and forming a growing, glistening puddle beneath him. 

Aonung was panting heavily, chest heaving, face flushed dark and eyes glassy as he tried to catch his breath. His hips gave one last involuntary jerk, pushing his sensitive cock against the mat and forcing out another weak spurt of cum before he finally started to calm down, completely spent and trembling.

Neteyam smiled down at you, still buried deep, and kissed your forehead. “Good girl.”

Now that aonung has watched his best friend fuck his mate, it’s definitely something that played in his mind whenever he wants to jerk off.

- hello… I meant to post this Friday but sadly my family got into a bad car accident and my mom has sadly passed and my granny is critically in the hospital, and my sister is gladly okay and so is her boyfriend. I am taking a lot of time to myself but i wanted to post this mainly because writing is a passion of mines and is a great way to just forget about everything happening in my life. I love writing for you guys and I have many pre written many stories that I will post. I usually write while I’m am at work but I will not be going to work for the rest of the week. This doesn’t even feel real, I still feel like I’m gonna wake up and she’s gonna be sitting on the couch. My chest hurts, genuinely. She’s been through so much cancer, so much of her constant strokes just to die to a person who doesn’t know which side of the road is the right side. I have so many more responsibilities now, I’m paying all the bills and now I’m the official guardian for my siblings so writing is not going to be easy, but I will also try for you guys. Thank you for reading.

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[clvfoi]

Steady Hands Unsteady Heart

Metkayina!Reader

The afternoon sun filtered through the woven walls of the healing marui, casting rippled patterns across the floor like light through water. You knelt beside your workstation, carefully grinding dried seaweed into powder—ingredients for a poultice Ronal had taught you to make moons ago. The rhythmic sound of stone against stone was meditative, peaceful.

That peace shattered when several warriors carried Aonung through the entrance.

“Tsakarem!” one of them called, breathless. “Training accident—he needs attention.”

You were on your feet immediately, wiping your hands clean as they laid him on one of the woven mats. Aonung’s face was twisted in a grimace he was clearly trying to hide, his jaw clenched tight. Blood seeped through makeshift bindings around his left shoulder and ribs.

Your stomach dropped. He was your promised mate—the bonding ceremony was only weeks away—and seeing him injured made something fierce and protective flare in your chest.

“What happened?” you asked, already moving to assess the damage with practiced efficiency, your hands perhaps more gentle than they would be with any other patient.

“Misjudged a strike during spear training,” one warrior explained. “Took a hit meant to be deflected.”

Aonung’s eyes cracked open, finding yours. Even injured, that familiar cockiness flickered there, along with something softer when he looked at you. “It looks worse than it is, yawne.”

“Be silent,” you said firmly, though your voice wavered slightly at the endearment, already unwrapping the temporary bindings. “Let me see.”

The gashes weren’t deep enough to be life-threatening, but they were messy—one across his shoulder, another along his ribs. He would heal, but it would take time. You worked quickly, cleaning the wounds with fresh water infused with healing herbs, your hands steady even as Aonung hissed through his teeth.

His good hand found your thigh, squeezing gently—whether for comfort or just because he couldn’t help touching you, you weren’t sure.

“I’m fine,” he murmured, thumb stroking small circles against your skin. “Don’t look so worried.”

“I’ll worry if I want to,” you replied, swatting his hand away so you could work properly. “And you are not fine. You’re bleeding.”

The marui entrance darkened, and you didn’t need to look up to know who had arrived. Ronal’s presence filled any space she entered.

“How bad?” the Tsahìk asked, moving to stand beside you.

“Painful, but clean. No infection if properly cared for. He’ll need rest and daily treatment.”

Ronal examined your work with a critical eye, then nodded approvingly. She looked down at her son, and something flickered across her face—exasperation mixed with motherly concern and a hint of knowing amusement.

“You,” she said, fixing Aonung with a stern look, “will remain here for observation. No training, no patrol, no diving until you are healed.”

“Mother—”

“Do not argue with me.” Her tone left no room for debate. Then she turned to you, and you straightened instinctively under her gaze. “You will care for him. Change his bandages twice daily, ensure he rests, keep the wounds clean.”

Your ears flicked back slightly. “Tsahìk, of course, but—”

“You are steady. Patient. Trusted.” Ronal’s eyes held yours meaningfully, then flicked to her son with unmistakable amusement. “And you are the only one he will actually listen to. My son is… particularly motivated to please his intended mate.”

Heat flooded your face. Aonung made a sound of protest that his mother completely ignored.

“Besides,” Ronal continued, her tone almost playful now, “you two are to be mated soon. Consider this practice for tolerating him every day.”

“Mother,” Aonung groaned, his ears flattening.

But Ronal just smiled—actually smiled—and placed a hand on your shoulder. “He likes you very much, tsakarem. Use that to keep him from being foolish.”

After she left, you turned to find Aonung watching you with an expression that made your heart skip.

“She’s not wrong,” he said quietly. “I do like you. Very much.”

You tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach as you returned to treating his wounds. “Then perhaps you should try not to get yourself killed before our bonding ceremony.”

His good hand caught your wrist, pulling you closer. “Worried about me, yawne?”

“Someone has to be, since you clearly don’t worry about yourself.”

“Mm.” His thumb stroked along your pulse point. “I like it when you fuss over me.”

“I am not fussing—”

“You are.” His smile was warm, genuine. “It’s cute.”

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The next morning, you arrived at the healing marui with fresh supplies, only to find it already occupied.

Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk Sully sat around Aonung in a loose circle, while Tsireya perched beside her brother with an amused smile. They all looked up when you entered.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Tsireya said brightly. “Maybe you can make him stop complaining.”

“I was not complaining,” Aonung protested.

“You said the bandages were too tight at least six times,” Lo’ak countered with a grin.

“And that the mat was uncomfortable,” Kiri added.

“And that you were bored,” Tuk chimed in helpfully.

Aonung’s eyes found yours, and despite the teasing, there was heat in that gaze—the kind that made you very aware that you would soon be his in every way.

“I was simply stating facts,” he said, but he was looking at you like the others weren’t even there. “Though I feel better now that you’re here.”

Tsireya made a gagging sound. “You two are disgusting.”

“We’re not even mated yet,” you said, setting down your supplies with burning cheeks. “Now everyone out. I need to change his bandages.”

“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” Lo’ak called as Tsireya herded them toward the exit.

“That leaves them a lot of room,” Kiri muttered, which earned her a shove from Lo’ak.

Once they were gone, the marui felt suddenly smaller. More intimate. You knelt beside Aonung and reached for the bandages around his shoulder.

“Alone at last,” he murmured, his good hand immediately finding your waist.

“Aonung.” You tried for stern. “I need to focus.”

“I’m not stopping you.” But his fingers were tracing patterns against your skin, distracting and deliberate. “Just… enjoying the view.”

Your face heated. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re beautiful.” His hand slid higher, brushing just below your breast bindings in a way that made your breath catch. “Especially when you blush like that.”

“Your shoulder—”

“Is fine. You’re an excellent healer.” He tugged you closer, until you were pressed against his uninjured side. “But I think I need more… personal attention.”

“The Tsahìk will have my head if these wounds get infected because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“My mother knows exactly what she was doing, putting you in charge of me.” His voice dropped lower, more intimate. “She’s not blind. She sees how I look at you. How I can barely keep my hands off you.”

You did know. Everyone knew. Aonung had never been subtle about his desire for you, even before the betrothal was official. The way he found excuses to touch you—his hand at the small of your back, fingers brushing yours, pulling you close during festivals. And lately, he’d become bolder. Just yesterday, before the accident, he’d cornered you behind the cooking marui and stolen a kiss that left you dizzy, his hand squeezing your backside as he pulled you flush against him.

“We are not yet mated,” you reminded him, though your resolve was weakening as his thumb traced the curve of your hip. “There are… proper ways—”

“Proper is boring.” But he said it fondly, pressing his forehead to yours. “Though I’ll wait. For you, I’ll wait.”

You softened, cupping his face gently. “Just a few more weeks.”

“Too long,” he complained, but he was smiling. “I want you now. Want to wake up with you every morning, fall asleep with you every night. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“They already know, skxawng. You make it very obvious.”

“Good.” His hand slid down to cup your backside, squeezing in a way that was becoming familiar, possessive. “Want everyone to know what’s mine.”

“Aonung!” You swatted at him, glancing toward the entrance nervously. “Someone could walk in—”

“Let them.” But he released you, settling back with a satisfied smirk. “My future mate, taking such good care of me. What would people think?”

“They’d think I’m too patient with you,” you muttered, but you were fighting a smile as you finally began unwrapping his bandages.

The wounds were healing well. You cleaned them carefully, aware of every point of contact, every time your fingers brushed his skin and his muscles flexed beneath your touch.

“You have gentle hands,” he said quietly, watching your face. “I think about them sometimes. About how they’ll feel—”

“Aonung.”

“What?” His expression was pure innocence, but his eyes were dark with promise. “I’m just saying, after we’re mated, I look forward to your… healing touch.”

You pressed a little harder than necessary on his ribs, making him wince.

“Behave,” you said firmly, though your own thoughts were straying to dangerous territory. “Or I’ll tell Ronal you’re being difficult.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

He laughed, then immediately regretted it as his ribs protested. You couldn’t help but smile as you finished applying fresh bandages, your movements efficient but tender.

When you started to pull away, his hand caught yours.

“Thank you,” he said, serious now. “For taking care of me. I know I’m… a lot.”

You squeezed his fingers. “You’re mine. Or you will be soon. That means putting up with you is my privilege.”

Something fierce and possessive flashed in his eyes. “Say that again.”

“Which part?”

“The part where you called me yours.”

Your heart raced, but you met his gaze steadily. “You’re mine, Aonung. Even if you are reckless and teasing and—”

He pulled you down into a kiss that stole your breath, deep and claiming, his good hand cradling the back of your head. You melted into it, into him, forgetting for a moment about propriety and healing and everything except the taste of his lips and the way he made you feel—wanted, cherished, desired.

When you finally pulled apart, you were both breathing hard.

“Few more weeks,” he murmured against your lips, his hand sliding down your spine to squeeze your backside again, pulling your hips against his. “And then you’re mine every night. All mine.”

“Aonung, you need to rest—”

“I’ll rest.” His smile was wicked. “After one more kiss.”

You should have said no. Should have been responsible and proper and all the things a tsakarem should be.

Instead, you leaned down and kissed him again, letting yourself get lost in the feel of him, the promise of what was to come.

Until voices approached the marui.

You jerked back, heart pounding, just as the entrance flap pushed aside and Ronal stepped in, followed by Tonowari and Jake Sully.

They all stopped.

Ronal’s eyes took in the scene immediately: you straddling Aonung’s lap, his hand very obviously on your backside, both of your lips swollen from kissing. Her expression remained perfectly neutral, but you swore you saw deep amusement flickering in her eyes.

Tonowari coughed loudly, looking anywhere but at his son. Jake looked like he was trying not to laugh.

You scrambled off Aonung so fast you nearly knocked over your supplies, your face burning hot enough to glow. “Tsahìk, I was just—the bandages needed—”

“I can see the bandages have been changed,” Ronal said dryly, her eyes dancing with mirth. “Very… thoroughly, it seems.”

“Mother—” Aonung started.

“I also see,” Ronal continued, moving closer to examine his shoulder while you wanted to dissolve into sea foam, “that the wounds are healing well. You have done good work, tsakarem. Very attentive care.”

The way she emphasized ‘attentive’ made you want to sink through the floor.

“Thank you, Tsahìk,” you managed, not quite meeting anyone’s eyes.

Ronal straightened, fixing her son with a look. “I trust you are not making the tsakarem’s work more difficult with your… restlessness.”

“No, Mother.” But his eyes found yours, holding them with an intensity that made your breath catch. “Though I confess, having her close does make me feel much better.”

Tonowari groaned. “My son, perhaps—”

“Oh, let them be,” Ronal said, waving a hand dismissively. “They are to be mated in weeks. Better they are comfortable with each other.” She turned to you, her expression softening. “Though perhaps next time, ensure the entrance flap is secured. For privacy.”

Your face somehow burned hotter. “Yes, Tsahìk.”

Jake was definitely trying not to laugh now. “We should, uh… we can come back later—”

“No need,” Ronal said smoothly. She gestured for you to continue your work. “The tsakarem is nearly finished, I’m sure.”

As the adults discussed patrol schedules and reef boundaries, you tried to focus on organizing your supplies with shaking hands. Aonung caught your wrist, pulling you close enough to whisper.

“Worth it,” he murmured, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You’re terrible,” you whispered back.

“And you love it.” His fingers squeezed your hip possessively. “Just a few more weeks, yawne. Then I can do much more than kiss you.”

The promise in his voice sent heat pooling through your body.

“Behave,” you hissed, acutely aware of his parents mere feet away.

“Make me.”

You pinched his uninjured side, making him flinch, and he laughed quietly—that warm, genuine sound that made your heart do strange things.

Ronal glanced over, her expression knowing. “Aonung, stop tormenting your intended. She has work to do.”

“Yes, Mother,” he said dutifully, but his hand found yours beneath the supplies, fingers intertwining.

As you gathered your things to leave, he tugged you down for one more whisper.

“Tonight. Meet me at our cove after eclipse. Please.”

Your heart raced. The cove was your secret place, where he’d first told you he wanted to be yours, where you’d stolen countless kisses hidden from prying eyes.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” you murmured.

“I’ll rest better after I see you. Touch you. Kiss you properly without an audience.”

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t.

“After eclipse,” you agreed softly.

His smile was brilliant, possessive, full of promise.

As you finally left the marui, you could feel his eyes on you the entire way. And when you glanced back, he had the audacity to wink.

Just a few more weeks, you reminded yourself.

Then he would be yours completely.

And somehow, you knew those weeks would be the longest of your life.

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Author’s Note: I hope y’all like this is my first attempt at a full ff I just have been viewing story’s and I wanted to give it a shot

[pahlvss]

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Ao'nung x Fem! Sully! Reader

↳ ꒰content꒱Angst, Comfort and no Comfort

↳ ꒰TW꒱ Bad Grammar!, Family issues, mentions of scars (not SH!!)

Taglist : @herdarlin @synxconcept @who-ishana @nxutella

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You stopped Expecting Things from your Family a Long Time ago. It was always The Same, The Family doing Everything together leaving you all by yourself. you understand that your Siblings don't always have Time for you especially since two of your Siblings have special Training, Tuk your Youngest Sibling tried to Include you to Everything which you appreciated so much but it hurt Everytime Lo'ak said no to you Joining them. You Tried so Hard to include yourself, To think you weren't left out, to Feel like you're also Part of This Family but it hurt more and more Everytime.

The Breaking Point came when you Saw Them Take a Picture Together, They called it ''Family Picture'' it Hurt so much to see that your own Family doesn't even Think of you at all. Thats when you Decided it was Best to Stand in The Shadows, To distance yourself and Stop expecting Things that will Never Happen.

You Started to Ignore The Pity looks The Clan gave you. you're used to it, It all Started when you were 8 Years Old asking your Parents to Teach you how to use a Bow and Train you. You saw The Pity looks from A few People around you when The Words '' Sorry we can't, we have Train Neteyam and Kiri First''. it Hurt seeing them Training Lo'ak not even a Month later but Never Including you. so you Tried your Best to Learn by Yourself. First it was Hard, you Never knew what you were actually Doing at all until one of The Clan Members Called Takuk came to Help you Train.

Time after Time you got Better than you could ever Imagine. Takuk was Proud of you He said you can be one of The Best Bow users in The Clan if you Continued Practising like that and Boy you were Motivated.

So you Practised Every Day since you had Nothing else to do, your Family was busy with themselves so why even Bother trying to Talk to them?

After a Hard Day Training you came Home seeing your Family had already Eaten without even Trying to get you or Saving anything for you ''what is this? you ate without me and then you didn't even save something? that is Unfair'' you Look at them shocked ''im sorry babygirl we-'' ''you Forgot didn't you? Because you ALWAYS forget only ME for some Reason and STOP Calling me Babygirl I dont Feel like your Baby BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE IM NOT EVEN PART OF THIS FAMILY'' you Hissed at them with Tears Everyone Looking at The Ground, Too Guilty to Look at you.

you ran out The Camp Calling for your Ikran. you flew you didn't know where but you knew far away to get your Thoughts out of your Mind. you Landed near a River you Cried not out of Sadness but out Rage how DARE your own Family Fogetting you? how DARE them to Act like you Don't exist for Them? you were Tired of not being seen Part of The Family you Looked at yourself through The River Tracing The Scar on your Shoulder you got from a Palulukan while Saving Lo'ak, Later on Neytiri and Jake quickly coming to The Rescue and even though it was you Hurt you still got The full Blame for it. Explaining to your Parents what Happen and How it was Lo'ak Running off near The Palulukan yet Jake did not Believe you. You Looked at Lo'ak who Looked at The Ground knowing it was his fault yet not Daring to Say anything. Getting on your Ikran and Flying up to a small Floating Island you lay down just watching The Stars and Clearing your mind. You Heard Jake Saying your Name From The Radio which you decided to Take off Ignoring him.

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Waking up after not realizing you fell asleep you saw it was already sunrise you Thought about going back but ''They wouldn't have missed me anyway'' you thought laying back down again watching The Sun rise with your Soul Sister.

After a While you Started getting Hungry so you went to The Forest with your Ikran trying to Hunt for some Food. Catching some Bouyfish and getting some Puffball Tree Leaves along with some Pale Pod Fruit. After Eating you Decided it was Time to go Home after Returning you saw Tuk and Neytiri Running towards you. you Hugged Tuk Tightly lifting her up into your arms, you Felt arms wrap around you and then on your face you looked to see neytiri tearing up ''My Baby i thought you would never come back'' you let Tuk back down as you took a Step back from your Mother ''This is my Home of course i come back'' you said before immediately Going Into The Lab to have your Peace since you Know Neytiri Won't go Inside without a good Reason.

''hey Kiddo! Perfect Timing come here'' you Heard Max say. Walking over you saw something Black on The Talbe in Front of Him '' Remember when we had Music on and you liked it so much you came here Daily?'' Max Asked and you did Remember, a few Months ago you came into The Lab because you were Bored and Heard Music ''Pop Music'' did They Call it and you liked The Sound of it so much you Came to The Lab Daily to Listen to it Over and Over again. '' Yeah i Remember'' you Said Curious.

Max Handed you The Black Thing and told you to Put in on your Ear '' You Like it? its Called ''in Ears'' its for Music but only you can Hear it Normally it Looks Different but i made it for Na'vi Ears Directly and it's WaterProof ''. you were Schocked as it Start Playing Music but immediately Hugging Max ''THANK YOU MAX I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHH'' ''no Problem Kiddo i know how it is to be Alone so i Thought instead of Leaving you with your own Thought i give you something to Forget about those Thought all together but REMEMBER Sometimes its better to only have it in one Ear to Hear just in Case okay? you can have it in both Ears when you get Sick of your Family also here Take this Small Box there u can put them in incase you aren't listening to Music right now '' you Thanked Max a Thousand Times While Tearing up. Max Handed you a small weird Thing '' This is a mp3 player where i put a lot of Diffirent Songs in for you that you can Listen to, you can put on your Loincloth '' He Said before Showing you how it Works.

As you got out of The Lab a bit later you saw that it was already Night Time. as you walked towards your Ikran you felt a hand on your Tail, seeing Tuk Looking up at you ''come Eat with us Y/N i made sure mom made enough for all of us'' she said and you possibly couldn't say no to your Baby sister so you followed her. Walking inside you were already being Stared at by The rest of your Family. ''What'' you shrugged ''what do you mean what? where were you? '' Jake said angrily ''ma'Jake calm down'' neytiri got in between you. Jake took a Look at you and Saw your in Ear ''what is that? in your Ear?'' He asked Pointing at your Ear. ''Its and in Ear, Max made it for me to Listen to Music-'' You will not! This is Human Creation you are Na'vi'' Neytiri said '' I AM HALF HUMAN BECAUSE YOU DECIDED TO MATE WITH ONE'' you Yelled Holding your Hands on your Ears to Protect The Headphones. All Looking at you in Shock ''Y/N you're being unreasonable right now give me The Headphones'' Jake said Holding out his Hand ''NO THEY'RE MADE FOR ME I WILL KEEP THEM'' you yelled before Running out to The Hut of Tukak who took you in for The Night.

The whole entire next Day you have not Talked once with your Family Keeping yourself Busy with different Tasks and Training. In The middle of Practice you Heard Lo'ak Speak through The Radio to His Dad ''i got Eyes on some Guys, They Look like Avatars but They're in Full Camo and Gears. Theres 6 of Them over'' ''whats your pose? over'' jake Replied Instantly. ''We're at The old Shak'' Lo'ak answered ''we? who's we?'' said Jake, Lo'ak Replied instantly '' Me, Spider, Kiri and...Tuk'' .

You Knew you should be Worried but you also knew that if you went there you would get some kind of Blame From your Father so you stayed behind and Continued with your Practice still Thinking about Tuk and if she is okay.

Coming Home late you saw your Siblings Behind The Hut Listening to your Parents Conversation ''He's Targeting our Family'' ''YOU CANNOT ASK THIS THE CHILDREN THE FOREST THIS IS ALL THEY'VE EVER KNOWN'' you heard your Parents say ''He had Our Children, He had Them under his Knife'' jake said while having his hand on his throat. deciding not to Listen anymore went into The Lab and decided to Play some Music while sitting on a Couch near Norman and Max.

Inbetween Songs you Could Hear Jake say your Name Looking at him you saw him Gesture to come with him. Together in The Hut sitting Next to Tuk and your other Siblings your Father Begann to Talk. ''Listen Me and your Mother have decided its Best if we Move away From here, at least until Quaritch gives up on Finding us'' and as soon as you realized it you were sitting on your Ikran on The Way to somewhere you will later Call your Home for The next few Months? perhaps Years? who knows.

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[victoria-anna-valerie]

꧁Song to The Siren꧂

paring: Aonung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan x older!Metkayina!na'vi!reader

warnings: one-shot | non-canon | angst ( + with happy ending) | age-gap between characters | teenage love | internalized trauma/angst | MDNI | +18 content | hurt/comfort | misunderstanding/miscommunication | implied sexual connotation: lime | mentiones of sensitive topics such as: emotional & physical abuse / -sive relationship - anixiety - jealousy - ostracism - violence (please let me know if there's something missing)

author's note: the ispiration for writing this story was the lyrics of Song To The Siren by This Mortal Coil and my very own interpretation of the text of the song. i also wanted to try writing something different for Aonung character, showing off the slightly different side of this young Metkayina warrior - mature and compassionate, detemined to proof his worth to reader.

Summary: When his quiet infatuation with you begins to take a shape of true feelings, Aounung is forced to confront the painful truth that you may never be his. Thought being promised to someone else, he decides to go agaist Eywa's will and get you back. It is as he alone seemed to perceive your pain - the one you have been living with, while everyone else would rather see in you the murder of your late mate.

Long afloat on shipless oceans I did all my best to smile 'Til your singing eyes and fingers Drew me loving to your isle

Your very being seemed touched by something unspoken, and all through the village lingered rumors of the certain young Metkayina woman drifted throughout the village — one that told of how you had lured your former lover only to poison him thereafter. Spun from others’ conjectures and carried in wary—sometimes accusatory—glances, you were seen in the village ever less often. With his songcord in your hands now—unassuming, its plant fibers slightly frayed, interwoven here and there with strands of your hair, and a lone black pearl that marked it as a keepsake of your first meeting—you were often seen alone at the sea’s bend, along the path that led to your once-shared marui on the very outskirts of Awa’atlu village. Gaze absent, fixed somewhere far beyond the horizon, as the daylight gave way to the encroaching night.

You were once thought to be one favored by Eywa, graced with uncommon beauty and rare talent among the women of the Metkayina—gifts that earned you many admirers among the men of your clan, including the chief’s own son. You two were around the same age and knew each other through his younger sister and your childhood friend Tsireya with whom you used to spend a lot of time under watchful eye of her mother, spiritual leader and Tashik of the clan, taking on the path on becoming one of the Omatikaya's tiretu. As her apprentice, you accompanied in performing on ritual and spiritual functions, presiding over great ceremonies, as well as singing songs and communicating with Eywa. Your closeness with Great Mother reflected in the love and devotion with which you approached and cherished every living being, in your thoughtfulness, and in the almost innate intuition that guided you through even the most difficult decisions. But beyond all, it was your ability to listen which drew people to you—and Aounung was no exception. You found yourself spending hours listening to his stories—a fleeting escape from your everyday life— followed by teasing of his and friends and your shared laughters that filled the air beneath Awa’atlu’s night sky. For most of the time you happened to treat him with same acknowledgement as any other clan memeber, dismissing his attempts to steal your attention, as well as one-sided glances cast in your direction. Despite trying to act all grown-up and mature around you, he always seemed like a younger brother to you, and his overbearing confidence, the way he so readily gave in to his emotions only seemed to confirm it.

- "Watch it, I'm always here for you, but do not use it as your advantage to your friends' silly games". Hearing that, Aounung's eyes darkened for a moment, only to brighten again almost immediately, sending you the same confident, broad smile. - "No idea what you are talking about Yawntutsyìp. He teased you for a little longer before slipping away under Ronal's reproachful glance. It was not long before you have realized how stubborn and persuasive he could be—beginning with the smallest gestures, through to accompanying you in your daily tasks at the expense of one’s own responsibilities as future olo'eyktan. You were aware of what he were doing, especially as his moves on you became even more bold with time, yet you didn’t take any of it seriously. Especially now, when you had been promised to another. He was few years older than you, and made his living harvesting pearls and gathering other organic materials—such as coral and shells—as well as inorganic ones like minerals and fragments of glass. While he devoted some of his finds to trade, he used the rest as decorative elements in the crafts and artistic works he pursued in his spare time. One of these items was the necklace adorning your neck, given to you at the start of your acquaintance as a token of his commitment. In spite of his rather solid build and the identical tattoos that gave his features a faintly intimidating edge, he was, at heart, a remarkably quiet and withdrawn soul. Back then, you had not yet glimpsed his other side—far darker and considerably more dangerous, born of insecurities which made him kind of a solitary soul among other na’vi from your tribe. Aounung could not understand what it was about him that made you choose him as your future mate, and was the first one to make a fuss about it. - "It's ridiculous, father would not agree on this misalliance." -"It is not him to decide, but Eywa herself brother." - "Eywa is wrong!" Even then, his arrogance spoke through him, along with all those traits he had so far managed to restrain until one time when he decided to confront him. You have learnt about everything from Tsireya, who led you into the spot where you found the two of male na’vi—one of whom was now breathing heavily and irregularly, while the other was trying hard to catch his breath, choking on his own blood. Anxiously, you hurried over to Aounung, taking his face into your hands watching as purplish bruises crept over his skin, each one seeming to darken with quiet menace. - "What were you thinking you skxawng...?" - "And how does it look to you? Simply trying to get you back..." He mumbled, before starting to coght again, choking on one's own blood. You never suspected your partner was capable of such brutality — at least not until you experienced it yourself. - "You do not know what you are saying, you are young a-nd and reckless..." Your voice began to break now, and anger was replaced by fear for the life of the person you secretly cared for. Averting your gaze and rising from your place, you now approached your lover and, before everyone’s eyes, struck him across the face. You were more than disappointed with him. With his tail flicking restlessly now—a telltale sign of his annoyance—he cast a glance your way, then at Aonung, before walking away without a word. It is enough to say that he felt humiliated by you. As for you, instead of joining him, you chose to remain with Aonung, making sure he was alright and did not have a broken nose. It was only later you learnt the very reason of the entire incident that took place on the beach, the way Aounung tried to protect your honour against the inappropriate remarks that were about to be made by your partner. And the worst part of it all was that only he heard it, no one else. Another thing was that he was attracted to you, and it was obvious to everyone in the clan. Everyone except you.

Days later you met him again. You had gone out with your partner to the reef, helping him collect pieces of coral, when you saw the younger na'vi resting in the shade of the trees, hunched over the fishing nets he had been forced to mend as part of his punishment. - "Could it be or you find something that caught your attention?" Emerging from the water you stepped toward the shore your eyes fell upon was Aounung, who was pretending to work on his nets, though in fact he had been watching you the whole time. How he could not? The way you carried yourself, the grace with which you moved through the water, letting yourself be guided by the currents that carried your body among the reef's waters. You were the very reason he would leave everything behind to pursue you, to claim you as his, everything to make you look at him the way you did at that very moment, or back when he used to tell you one of his stories. - What? Tell me what it is." Without saying a word—cherishing the quitet moment shared between you two—he put his head to the side, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Mimicking the expression on his face, you returned his smile, happy for seeing him back into his old-self, no longer avoiding your gaze—as he had for the past few days since the incident on the beach.

Gazing into the pair of his hypnotic, azure eyes, you did not notice when his hand found its way to your cheek - reaching for a lost, damp strand of your hair - lingering there a little longer, as if lost in that single moment...- "Aounung?" Moments later he hastily took his hand away laying hid ears back slightly. The silence that had fallen shortly after was soon broken by the sound of yet another pair of footsteps, and a moment later you found yourself back in your partner’s arms; he pulled you away from younger na'vi, nuzzling into your side now as he whispered sweet nothing in your ear, stealing your attention. - "Let's fix these when we get home ma yawntu." As he ran his hand through your hair, he placed a tender kiss upon your head, and then, greeting Aounung within a gesture of his hand, he walked away toward the village. He was the first to notice it – the tension leaving your body the moment you two were left alone. He knew you long enough to tell that's something was off, but he gave a word to his father that he will not involve himself into things that do not concern him–so instead he took you by the hand and drew you back toward the ocean, as if the waves themselves were calling you home. Words were unnecessary. He had never been much for them, anyway. All he wanted was to be there for you, to see your smile. Everything else seemed less important, because everything he needs was right there, within reach of his hand. Together, you created your own world, exploring colorful reefs but, above all, discovering a shared fascination of one another. You began to notice something in him that had previously escaped your attention—Aounung was changing, growing into a man before your eyes. So did your feelings to the boy from the reef, memory of whom always brought a smile to your face.

For you sing Touch me not Touch me not, come back tomorrow Oh my heart, oh my heart Shies from the sorrow

Allowing his songcord to be swallowed by the sand under your palms, you let the approaching wave washed over your hands, letting you release it from your grasp. The wind swept through your long, dark hair, threaded with black pearls, veiling the scarred face beneath—a face now shimmering with the quiet sorrow of tears. It was an accident. That day you were about to leave him when it all happened. You loved him, but it was his selfish love that made him unable to bear the thought, that someone else might have occupied your mind, someone you might have love more then him. A feeling unknown to your people, and yet alive in the hearts of those who have turned away from Eywa. Even though you have never gave him reason to feel neglected by you, it was on that one day when he saw you with Aounung, leaning way too close for your partner’s liking, with younger na'vi arm draped around your hips as he guided you in the art of wielding a spear upon the shoals, or later, back at on the beach...So he did it to you, marred your face on purpose, lest any stray eye would ever fall upon you with longing. You loved him, but it was a taught love. After everything you were the one who started to avoid Aounung. He could not understand why you had stopped seeing him, and in time he came to the conclusion that it must be his fault. For the young na'vi at the time, it was clear that you did not return his feelings—and that this would never change, and yet he wanted to see you again. Then came Sky People and your people were left no other choice but to join the conflict led to fight by none other than Toruk Makto himself. As you were not a warrior, you could only watch everything unfold from afar, hoping that all those you cared about were safe—especially Aounung. The news about a deathes of many that have been reaching you every day made you want to see he again. You had to make sure he was all right, that he was alive, but each time you resolved to go to the place where you knew you would find him, at the very last moment you changed your mind and turned back. Deep down, you feared his reaction—how he might respond, whether he would even wish to hear you after you had chosen to cut yourself off from him. Slowly lifting yourself from the sand, you made your way back along the shore toward your marui, when your eyes fell upon Aounung standing now barely few meters away from you. He looked different, older - as if the events of the past few months had forced him into the world of grown-ups, leaving little place even to mourn the loss of his loved ones. In the wake of the Battle at the Cove of the Ancestors, new duties as the Clan’s future leader settled heavily upon him — you could only imagine the kind of burden pressing down on him, as his expression now seemed to say it all. Then, for a moment, you could see as if tears welled in his eyes, as his gaze fell upon you—or rather, upon your face…

Flushed with embarrassment, you dropped your gaze, trying to hide behind curtain of your hair, and hurriedly past through him—only to be halted mid-step by the firm grip of his arm. - "Don't you dare walk away from me! Not again!" You hadn’t expected him to look for you. You didn’t want him to see you like that, and even more, you didn’t want to put him at risk of disgrace by being seen talking to you. Desperately, you fought to free yourself from his arms. You begged him to let you go, but he appeared completely unmoved by your pleas. - "Why are you so cruel to me ma Yawntutsyìp?" His unexpected confession, and before you knew it, you found yourself in his arms. - "Tell me why, why everything gone so wrong? Everyone is leaving me..." His voice grew quiet, nearly fading into a whisper. Though he had changed over the past year—his figure clearly towering over you,l now, and one of his brow arches bore a distinctive ornamental tattoo, marking a certain stage in his life, he had never seemed so vulnerable to you. - "Aounung I..." Before he could utter another word, he held your face gently in his palms, locking his gaze with yours. - "Those scares...Gently tracing them with his thumb, his eyes fell to your chin, then traveled down the curve of your neck where some of them stretched. There where more of them, the lasting mark your late mate had left on your body. One look at your face and Aounung knew it all. - "Please let me go..."

- "Shut up!"

Aounung rarely raised his voice at you, so when he did, the sudden sharpness startled you, making you stumbled backward, misplacing your footing and losing your balance before falling on the ground—pulling him down with you.

Lying now beneath the the vast, starry sky at the water’s edge, like pair of lovers saved from a storm, your bodies entwined as the waves broke gently around them, you looked up into his eyes, as if they would be holding your entire word within them, reflecting every joy, every sorrow... -"You do not understand. I already lost so many people in my life...I don't want to lose you too, not again. We need you. Tsireya needs you...Omatikaya people needs you...We can prove them that they were wrong - about both of us, together." Pressing his face into the curve of your neck, he drew you closer, his hold firm and possessive, as if he would be scared of you leaving him at any moment. - "I need you..." Seeing his suffering, your hand soon moved toward him as well, embracing him from behind, allowing him to vulnerable and fragile around you. - "Please come back with me, I promise I will do better, take better care of you and protect you. Please allow me to do it for you." You fell silent, words failing you once again—just as they always did, whenever Aounung’s quiet pursuit of your heart became impossible to ignore. - " Aounung I...I see you suffer...Oel ngati kameie". As you spoke those words, you felt his tail curl around your leg, slow and hesitant, barely there, like a whisper of touch. His hands trailed after, hesitant, yet guided by a subtle confidence—as if discovering a land new to him, untouched and unknown. At first, you tried to resist, to push him away. But the longer you struggled, the more resolute he became, seeking a a way to unleash the storm of feelings that raged within him. Now, kissing each of the scars on you body, he reached for the ties of your top and, with a single deft motion, pulled it off you. - "You have no idea how long I have dreamed for that very moment." Your now-exposed body shimmered in the numerous luminous marks forming shifting constellations, in which Aounung could now discern the threads of your shared future. It wasn't rushed as you thought it would be, as it always were, but full of affection and mutual respect. He wanted to know what you liked, what brought you pleasure—learning this language, the language of love, together with you, allowing you to guide him. His muscles flexed beneath his skin, but this tension was unlike before—full of excitement and anticipation for what was yet to come. All this time, you tried to relax, to give yourself to him completely, yet for some reason, you felt a restraint from crossing the line, from uniting with him and becoming one before Eywa. He felt your hesitation, and at once his gaze met yours, accompanied by that characteristic, so well-known smile of his. - "Just trust me, like you always did." Pressing a tender kiss upon your forehead—a silent vow fulfilling the promise made to you—he then reached for your kuru, joining with you in that intimate moment of two hearts bound together to celebrate their reunion—the dawn of new beginnings.

Hear me sing 'Swim to me, swim to me Let me enfold you Here I am, here I am Waiting to hold you'

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[spiridefender]

Can you guys help me find a certain fic that I can't remember the title of?

Sully!daughter!reader and first born

Aonung x reader (lowkey enemies to lovers)

Neglectful Sully family

Reader being so well-behaved was the reason Jake & Neytiri wanted more children but Neteyam became the golden child, Kiri became the miracle child, Lo'ak needed constant supervision and Tuk was the baby.

Tuk isn't really at fault, though. When she can, she still talks to and loves reader.

Ronal and Tonowari accept her into their own family and Ronal even starts training reader to be a future tsahik.

Aonung and reader mate without telling Ronal and Tonowari but they don't mind.

Confrontation between Sully family and Aonung's family at the end. Sully family feel guilt but accept that reader isn't part of their family anymore.

I think Spider is still captive under the RDA in this but not too sure.

Edit: I had to scroll through my entire list of liked posts but I found it. Turns out it was also in 2 parts.

Credits: @aurora-starwars

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/aurora-starwars/802482047689113600/an-angst-request-coming-up-reader-is-jake-and?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/aurora-starwars/802482071496966144?source=share

[junebugonjupiter]

Pandora in Bloom Masterlist

Pandora in Bloom post

Below are the amazing fics posted thus far in the event!

@itskekeelise Let Me Take Care of You - Lo'ak x mom!reader, prompt: 17. sunburn Meant for you - Neteyam, prompt: 4. being given flowers Brighter than the Stars - Tarsem, prompt: 2. Stargazing Sweet Dreams - Neytiri (platonic), prompt 36. Making a Wish Forgive Me, My Son - Lo'ak x mom!reader, prompt: 40. lost track of time Dreaming of You - Tsu'tey, prompts: 28. "Thank Eywa you're awake. I couldn't wait"

@mournest Outsider - Jake, prompt: 33. reader's never been in love until now, Yearning - Jake, prompt: 34. mutual pining

@junebugonjupiter Tie My Heart into Knots - Tonowari, prompt: 19. getting stranded on an island Nothing to Me Now - Tarsem, prompts: 6. “I will always protect you”, 11. Right person, wrong time Kick - Jake, prompt: 30. pregnant reader Bless You - Tarsem, prompts: 6. "I will always protect you", 37. Baby Pa’li/Ikran Set Me Free - Tsu'tey, prompts: 6. “I will always protect you”, 34. Mutual pining Up to Something - Jake, Prompt 8. Pulling a Prank Swims and Seashells - Tonowari, prompts: 7. Afternoon Swims, 38. Collecting seashells Gifts and Surprises - Tsu'tey, prompts: 13. Berry picking/Ripe fruit, 22. First time parents, 39. Pregnant reader Best Parts of You and I - Tonowari, prompts: #7. morning swim, #22. First time parents, #29. Braiding hair Let's Talk - Tarsem, prompts: 32. Canoeing, 33. Reader’s never been in love until now, 34. Mutual pining Worth it - Tsu'tey, prompts: 3. Grumpy x sunshine, 8. Pulling a prank, 34. Mutual pining Eywa's Plan - Jake, prompts: 5. Sunsets, 38. pregnant reader and 39. collecting seashells

@astronautcalledastro Birthday Gift - Neteyam, prompt: 25. Happy Birthday

@cottoncloudcake Purple-Faced and Completely Yours - Lo'ak x Tsireya, prompt 29. braiding hair "Happy Birthday, Tsu’tey” - Tsu'tey, prompt: 25. Happy Birthday Snack - Jake, prompts: 20. "i dont bite..much", 4. river day

@euphoriasjguk Storms and Stars - Jake, prompt(s): 6, 10, and 15

@l-auteur-fleur You're My Home - Jake, prompts: 10. Heat lightning, Summer storms & 23. Swinging in a hammock Times Like These - Jake, prompts: 12. Summer festivals, 29. Braiding hair -> Bonus Scene

@fireflynavi Cup Half Full - Jake, prompt: 1. being introduced to human coffee Doing Yoga - Jake, prompt: 18. early mornings before the heat sets in

@mrssullyy Counting your Stars - Lo'ak, prompt: 15. tracing tahni/ freckles Unexpected Beauty - Jake, prompt: 28. “thank eywa you’re awake, i couldn’t wait-”

@writingunknown Dare to Believe - Tarsem, prompt: 14. both are in love but neither know it Staycation - Neteyam, Prompt: 26. Staycation

@snatahni Let's run away for a little while, my love - So'lek, prompts: 4. River/beach day, 21. Traveling, 24. Camping

@karma-reader “I can only love you for the summer” - Lo'ak, prompt: 35. “I can only love you for the summer”

@aruscape breaking bones, mending hearts - Neteyam, prompt: 31. broken bone

@snitchesgetnobitches Restless - Jake, prompt: 22: First time parents Lovefools - Neteyam, prompt: 30. Sunshine x sunshine and everyone is sick of it

@vanillabaee Late Night Confessions - Neteyam, prompt: 2. Stargazing, 14. They’re both in love, but neither know it, 16. “I have no idea what I’m doing”

@sunmoonsweets Counting Down - Jake, prompt: 27. Counting down the days until...

[ayomandude]

Spider with his weekly parent due to the custody. Custody Debate PART 2

Spider: wait what do you mean I’m your son???

Ronal, Tonowari, Jake, Neytiri: Yes—

All the adult are staring weirdly against each other because of the other sudden words

Spider: So…I’m going back to do my chores—

Ronal, Tonowari, Jake, Neytiri: No, you go back home—

Spider: alright…but which one…

Ronal: Of course our Marui

Neytiri: What your Marui. Besides he is our boy

Ronal: Excuse me! You haven’t claim him yet!

Spider standing between the bickering. Spider slowly walk away then run to his friends as fast as possible to avoid any further tension.

When he got back, he was called to the elder because 4 parents want to adopt him, and he get to decide who will be his new guardian.

Spider: uhhh I’m sorry they’re all guardian and parental figure… I can’t chose wether to pick either

Elder: we have an ideas if you want to hear.

After the elder told Spider that he could stay each family house for each 2 weeks, then move to the other. Spider accept the plan.

At first, both family are anxious wether Spider would pick one of them first, so spider let the elder pick result on Ronal and Tonowari go first.

Each 2 weeks was full of happiness in each family, but at the end of the 2 weeks was the sadness come back where they watch their joyful boy leave then go to his other “home” with welcome arm. Each time the other family watch the other family with their boy, they would want to snatch the boy and hug him forever.