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Anufi×child!kame'tire!reader (platonic)

English is not my native language, so please excuse any mistakes.

⟾ Be Like You

Synopsis 𓄼 Much more than just kneading things.

Words 𓄼 812

Warning 𓄼 free, cute, mentor/apprentice relationship (almost a mother/daughter?), quick sadness.

Dictionary 𓄼 hiyìk - little one》tsahìk - spiritual leader》pskalintsyìp - small sweet berry》 tsakarem - tsahìk apprentice

You were left alone in this world far too soon.

Your mother was an expert hunter among the few hunters the Kame'tire clan possessed, and your father was a great craftsman, one of the makers of the most beautiful totems scattered throughout their territory.

You were only three years old when your mother died, during a hunt that went terribly wrong. Even the best hunters were not exempt from the savagery of the "planet."

Then your father passed away when you turned five.

He and a small group of craftsmen had traveled a little beyond the Kame'tire territory; something went wrong, something about people from the sky, but no one wanted to tell you what.

You remember not reacting at first when the clan leader gently placed her hand on your small head. The touch, somehow, brought a certain comfort amidst the feeling of emptiness that your young consciousness carried.

– Come, hiyìk.

And you followed her.

You didn't argue.

Because even at a young age you were aware that you had no one else.

You quickly got used to Anufi's residence and her presence, but it took a while to feel comfortable speaking again. When you were around six and a half years old, you belatedly began your curious phase, wanting to know about everything around you.

– What's that?

You asked the older woman once, when you saw her crouching near several funny objects and strange plants. She turned her head to look at you, a gentle smile appearing on her lips.

– Crushing some pods.

Your head tilted to the side.

– What's it for?

– It's to make people strong and healthy again, to heal them, over time. To help them recover.

You watched her reach out to pick up a strange plant and throw it into the mixture she was making, and you didn't ask anything else. You just sat there nearby and watched.

Anufi admired the company inwardly.

Once, when Anufi was away dealing with matters with Mokasa, she left you in Okul's care.

You liked him and had seen him a few times, visiting Anufi or walking with Siul and, occasionally, a young woman named Sa'ney.

– What are you doing?

The young herbalist jumped slightly from his seat, unprepared for a high-pitched voice coming from behind him, almost dropping the wooden bowl in his hands, before looking at you and relaxing.

– Crushing strong roots to make a good medicine.

A small pout formed on his lips, his head turning slightly to the side, curious.

– Anufi also crushes things like that.

Okul smiled, his gentle manner expressed in his movements.

– She does it because she is Tsahìk. And she is very good at it.

Tsahìk. Your mind repeated that term considerably. You remember having seen some clan members refer to Anufi that way.

– Are you also Tsahìk?

The young man’s movements paused for a moment, before his sister stepped back and a laugh burst between you.

You didn’t understand what was so funny.

When he seemed to recover, between giggles here and there, he replied:

– No, no, child. I learn from Anufi. I am an apprentice.

Apprentice. Your curiosity piqued. That was a new word.

– What is an apprentice?

– It’s someone who is learning something, either out of desire or to become the best at what they do.

Then you fell into a comfortable silence.

Okul continued to knead those strange roots, while you remained standing, looking at him, introspective. Your mind was already beginning to formulate thoughts.

Twilight had barely begun when Anufi caught you sitting near the entrance of the residence, surrounded by small, makeshift vessels made from tree bark and large seeds, with moss and plants scattered everywhere. Your legs and hands were covered in dirt, and there was some on your face as well.

– What are you doing, child?

– Crushing things.

She could tell this well, seeing you pick up an old root and begin to break it up inside one of the vessels.

– Why?

– To learn. I am an apprentice.

– And what are you apprentices for?

– To heal people. To be Tsahìk, like you.

Then she shook her head amusedly when she saw you mix a moss of dubious appearance, still full of dirt, into the same container and begin to crush it. She was almost certain you didn't even know what those things were.

– You don't learn to be Tsahìk just by kneading things, paskalintsyìp, it's much more than that.

Anufi approached.

– Come.

The woman crouched down and took you by the armpits.

– If you want to be Tsahìk, you'll have to learn from Tsahìk herself.

She lifted you, supporting your weight on her hips as you laughed. The earth now soiling you both made her sigh with amusement.

– But first, a bath.

And then that day you learned a new word. Tsakarem. And it seemed to sound very good to you.

A short story for those who asked for Anufi! Until the next one on the list - Tonowari - ☆

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.ᐟ

[pollsforpollsforpolls]

The Na’vi Avatar Tournament is over! To no one’s surprise, our winner is the one and only: Jake Sully.

👏🏻👏🏼👏🏽👏🏾👏🏿

Considering how many brackets Varang won, I have to say she must be the fandom’s second favorite.

Apparently the fandom likes Kiri more than Tuk and Neteyam more than Neytiri? It’s shameful how quickly Lo’ak dropped out, honestly how dare you all.

And congratulations Okul and overall Kame’tire Clan for making it so far! The fandom must also love Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora (the designs are beautiful!).

[neteyamssyulang]

✦ Stars Aligned ✦

✦ Pairing: Okul x Fem human reader ✦

✦ Summary: Maybe this was what some people called fate, it had to be. ✦

✦ Warnings: Size difference, Soft dom Okul, Sub reader, fingering (R receiving)

✦ Word count: 1,901✦

✦ Translations: Yawntutsyìp -> Little one, Vrrtep -> Demon, Tawtute -> Human/Sky person, Syìl -> Meer deer, hì'i syulang -> little flower, Oe tìyawn nga -> I love you.

✦ A/N: So I know I still have the 1k fic to still finish, but I felt inspired to make this. This fic is a way of me saying thank you to all my wonderful followers & mooties, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you all to which I’m grateful for, and hope to soon be more active again🩵🥰

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After that explosion when Mercers base blew up, you had been on the run. Knowing that he was coming for you, taking his time to draw this out.

Your lungs burned as you ran through the forest, the bioluminescence lighting your way as you tried to find a safe haven.

It wasn’t like you had a choice, back on earth your family was poor. This was a chance for you to come here, make money by studying the flora on pandora then go back home.

You’ve never harmed a single animal or plant on this beautiful planet, but he didn’t know that. To him you were just another one of them, coming here to destroy his home.

Too caught up in your own thoughts, you didn’t see the upturned root of one of the trees you were nearing, a yelp leaving your lips as your foot caught on it making you fall, hitting your head hard against the ground.

All you out saw before you blacked out was his eyes, the beautiful golden orbs staring into yours.

When you awoke, you found yourself in a small room in cave somewhere in the clouded forest, There was a fire off to the side, bowls on a nearby table, and a few paintings on the walls.

Groaning, you sat up, wincing at the pain in your ankle. But before you could stand up, a voice called out “Wait, you must lay back, your are still injured.”

Your gaze lifted to see what had to be the most beautiful na’vi you’d ever seen, not that you had seen many of course since they steered clear of human bases.

Their face was adorned with green paint that went down to their arms, a headpiece sat atop their head along with two braided buns.

The na’vi could tell you were staring and chuckled softly “well now, you don’t seem to be like most humans. If you were, he would have left you for dead most likely.”

Snapping out from your small trance, you looked at the na’vi confused “He? Who is that? And who are you?” You asked.

Giving a small smile, the na’vi crouched down beside where you sat, now at eye level “I am Okul, but your rescuer should be back soon, he is called So’lek.”

Okul then spoke “Who may you be yawntutsyìp?” Their accent could make shivers run down your spine, but clearing your throat you spoke up.

“My names y/n, pleased to meet you Okul” you smiled, holding out your hand for them. Okul tilted their head, looking at your outstretched hand curiously “What is this? You have something on your hand?”

Feeling a bit embarrassed, you went to pull your hand away “No no, it’s how humans greet each other.”

The na’vi took your hand before you could pull it away fully, it was then that you noticed the size difference between you both.

“Hmm, interesting..” Okul murmured, holding your smaller hand in their own, their tail swishing slightly behind them.

Okul’s ears then twitched upon hearing footsteps entering the room, looking up, your gaze met his.

The same golden eyes you saw before you blacked out.

He didn’t say anything, just stood there watching you. Taking this time, you took in his appearance, mostly the dog tags of fallen soldiers that covered his chest plate.

“Ah So’lek, you have returned” Okul spoke up, breaking the silence as they stood up dropping your hand.

So’lek only nodded “I had to finish hunting the rest of those vrrtep tawtutes, they did not get far”

Okul grimaced slightly at the fresh blood on the dog tags but said nothing, they weren’t the type of na’vi to fight anyway.

The two na’vi then left the room, leaving you there alone as Okul went out to gather some herbs for tea while So’lek went out to hunt Syìl.

A few weeks had passed since So’lek brought you to that cave, Okul didn’t mind if you stayed as they had grown quite fond of you actually, whereas So’lek said you’d do better off on your own.

That was a literal death sentence! You didn’t know this forest, you only knew the kinglor and half of the upper plains.

Nonetheless, you stayed. Okul had gotten a few human things for you, including a pillow, blanket, a spare mask they found and what you had to explain were comic books.

Unfortunately though, there was no human clothing around. But Okul offered to make you some clothing, like ones their people wear.

Not having much choice you agreed to it, what could you do? Stay in dirty clothes? No thank you.

Never did you think that you’d ever wear clothes as beautiful as these, granted it left you somewhat exposed but Okul did wonderful on them.

Your relationship with them got better over time, they taught you the mother language while you answered any questions you could that they asked.

So’lek meanwhile avoided you as if you were a plague, he’d rarely come by and if he did it would just to be give information to Okul.

Eventually the cold months came, you and Okul had stocked up on various meats and plants that were safe.

Currently, you were making some herbal tea like how Okul showed you while they were preparing some mushroom stew for you both.

As the tea got finished and you poured some in two bowls, you carefully took them and walked over, sitting next to Okul by the fire.

A relieved sigh left your lips as the warmth of the fire enveloped you, acting like a warm blanket to the chill night while the light reflected off the glass on your mask.

Placing your bowl of the tea to the right side of yourself, you offered the other to Okul, to which they happily accepted taking it. “I see you have learned, hopefully it is better than your first attempt” they teased.

Huffing, you pouted “Hey! It isn’t my fault, I followed your instructions and it turned out that way.”

Okul laughed softly, bringing the bowl to their lips, a pleased hum vibrating through them as the warmth of the tea flowed down their throat.

“Well, you did better hì'i syulang” they spoke up, giving you a small smile before tending to the stew that was still over the fire.

It was nice like this, there was no awkward silence between you both it was always comforting, atleast it was to you.

Once the stew was done, Okul carefully removed it from the fire and got two more wooden bowls, pouring an equal amount into both of them.

Eating or drinking was difficult since you had to hold your breath once your mask was off, unfortunately since you didn’t have the shot most RDA chose.

Taking a deep breath, you took off the mask which made a hiss, setting it down and raised the bowl of stew to your lips.

The broth was nice and warm which you loved on days like this, and it was actually very flavorful too.

A few sips is all you could manage before quickly putting the mask back on, gasping once air began flowing through your lungs once more.

Okul looked over to you frowning, they knew sky people couldn’t breathe their air, that it was a death sentence.

But the na’vi also couldn’t help these weird feelings they had for you, a human of all things. Okul was never one to seek out a mate, being busy studying the yavä that was forming in the forest.

They shook their head, trying to get you off their mind as they sipped at the stew, trying to focus on that instead.

You both soon finished up, retreating to your sides of the cave to rest for the night. Laying down on the warm bedding, snuggled up under the covers should’ve kept you warm from the chilly air but it didn’t.

Seems like the same went for Okul, since they came into your part of the cave, crouching down to lay down in the bedding behind you, their tail subconsciously wrapping around your thigh as they gently pulled you back to their chest.

Your heart rate quickened, but you didn’t dare move not wanting to ruin this moment.

“Are you nervous hì'i syulang?” Okul murmured in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Before you could answer, you felt their large hand make its way to your tummy, their fingers sprawled out over the bare skin.

Their hand then slowly traveled down, you could feel the heat poolinb between your legs as their fingers brushed upon the straps of the loincloth you wore.

They didn’t go further though, waiting for your consent. So, you moved one of your own hands down, untying the straps of your loincloth, allowing Okul to pull it down, off your hips.

“Please..” you whispered, parting your legs for them. Now, Okul wasn’t very experienced but they knew to be gentle since you were smaller than them.

Slowly, Okul’s hand moved between your legs, a single digit swiping against your slicked folds before entering you.

A soft moan left your lips as you clenched around their finger, it was longer so it reached parts you never could.

Okul slowly began to move their finger, feeling your wetness coating it.

You weren’t a virgin by all means, but if this was going where you thought it was then you’d definitely need to be prepared since who knows how big na’vi are.

Gradually, Okul soon added another finger stretching you out. Just two of their fingers was enough to make you feel full and as if you were on cloud nine.

Okul was a fast learner, they listened to what made you whine, what made you mewl and beg for more.

A coil began forming in your tummy as they increased their pace, curling their fingers to hit that spongy part inside you.

“Go ahead, little one” Okul cooed, their tail uncoiling from around your thigh as they maneuvered you both so you were on your back with them ontop.

Your back bowed slightly off the bedding, thighs clamping shut around the na’vis hand as you came, your walls pulsating rhythmically around their fingers while they drew your climax out.

Once you came down from your high, your eyes met their golden ones. Okul smiled, leaning down they removed your mask, allowing a deep breath before to press a soft kiss against your head, nose and cheek while slowly prying your legs open to remove their fingers, slowly extracting them.

Heat warmed your face as Okul placed your mask back on, then you watched as they brought their fingers to their lips, sucking your release off before helping tie your loincloth back on then layed back down, pulling you against their chest.

Their tail coiled around your thigh again as they held you close “My little mate, you did well for me.”

Snuggling closer to their larger frame, since Okul was like a furnace, you asked “How do you say I love you in na’vi?”

Okul raised a hairless brow before chuckling softly “Oe tìyawn nga” they replied.

“Oe tìyawn nga Okul” you spoke, a hand moving to rest atop their chest just over their heart.

“Oe tìyawn nga, ma’hì'i syulang” Okul responded, as much as they’d love to continue, that can wait for another day.

[sutxdreamwalker]

A little Okul and Spider interaction drabble cause Spider can get adopted by everyone

Okul fixing Spider’s dreadlocks: your hair is so messy, doesn’t anyone in your family help you with it?

Spider: oh, no one helps me with it, I do it myself

Okul: …what? Don’t you have a mother?

Spider: my mom died when I was a baby

Okul: a father?

Spider: my dad died but was brought back in a way, but as a clone, and he’s not really the best

Okul: any siblings?

Spider: technically yeah, but biologically no

Okul: …ok we’re gonna fix that!

And so Okul proceeded to adopt Spider as their own

[themoonsoracle]

If Ri’nela is meant to be the tsahik of the sarentu clan then the Satentu (player) is most definitely to be the olo’eyktan of the sarentu clan just my opinion or theory idk

[null--nihil]

They're so in love with the mc dude oh my god

[pollsforpollsforpolls]

If I did a poll tournament on Na’vi characters, would you be interested? (Or at least vote on them regardless)

Yes

No

Voting ended onFeb 20

Na’vi from Avatar, Avatar: The Way of Water, Avatar: Fire and Ash, and Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora, as well as the other Avatar games.