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My Eye is Fixed on You | Jake Sully

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Jake Sully x wife!Omatikaya!reader

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

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

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

Thank you @lumilily for beta reading!

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

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

newly mated with neteyam means he doesn't want you in the field anymore... cw. : omitikayan!reader, jealous-protective-possessive neteyam, he calls you "baby" in this universe, angst with a happy ending

the morning had started quiet, the soft light filtering through the leaves, the patrol almost routine. but the tension had been simmering for days, and it didn’t take much to ignite.

“i’m serious,” neteyam had said, his voice clipped, the way it always got when his patience wore thin. “you need to be more careful. less in the patrols. less in the future battles. i can’t… i can’t risk you like this.”

you stared at him, jaw tight. the words stung—not because of his concern, but because they felt like a cage. “so what, i’m supposed to sit at home while everyone else fights?” your voice trembled with both anger and hurt. “the tsahiks before me—they battled while pregnant. they carried their families with them, and they didn’t hide. why should i?”

#neteyam sully #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar wow #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x y/n #neteyam te suli tsyeykitan #avatar neteyam #avatar twow #atwow #aged up characters

Too Blind to See (4)

Recom Quaritch x Omaticaya Reader

Imagine: You were the one who took Spider in after Neytiti voiced her concerns. After raising your son on your own for over 14 years, you end up meeting his father in less than desirable circumstances.

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: light swearing

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: since it’s not really told what the exact timeline is for Quaritch and Spider’s scenes in the movie, I’m going to assume that the couple months the sully family live with the Metkayina is the time it takes Quaritch and the gang to travel to the islands as we know it takes a long time to travel there. If this is wrong I apologise but it’s what I’m using for this fic.

The troop was now airborne, Quaritch and his men had successfully bonded with the Ikrans. Lyle followed in his Colonel’s footsteps and fought for his spirit brother, then the others. Unfortunately, your hopes of the banshees eliminating the soldiers for you had been squashed. They had all survived the challenge.

You were given strict orders to position yourself in the middle of the formation as they flew, where it would be noticed immediately if you tried anything. Quaritch also refused to let you fly with Spider. “You think I was born yesterday? He flies with me, where I can keep an eye on him.” You’d hissed at him, squaring up to him but after a long minute of silence, glaring into each other’s eyes, you’d backed down only after Spider assured you he would be okay.

#avatar wow #avatar x reader #recom quaritch x reader #recom quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #quaritch x reader #omaticaya reader #navi reader

Could you do a Tonowari x fem!Metkayina reader where she’s chosen to be Tsahik and his mate, but he thinks she only wants the title—then slowly realizes she genuinely cares in little, quiet ways?

Title: The Shape of Quiet Love

Pairing: Tonowari x fem!Metkayina reader

Word Count 4,277

Tags: Slow burn, arranged bond, misunderstood intentions, soft gestures, quiet yearning, Metkayina clan traditions, Tonowari learning to love, eventual romance, domestic affection

Summary: You were chosen by Tonowari’s mother to be Tsahik and his mate but he never gave you a chance. Until he began to see the quiet ways you loved him.

Part I: The Choice

The reef glowed in the early morning light, beams of sun slipping through the water’s surface and catching on coral outcroppings, painting the village in soft cyan. You stood with your feet planted in the sand, arms at your side, the sea breeze brushing your braids back from your face.

You had never expected this.

“The Great Mother guides my choice,” the current Tsahik said solemnly, her voice echoing around the gathering space. “And she has whispered a name to me.”

A quiet hush settled over the Metkayina clan as eyes turned toward the platform. Beside you stood Tonowari, tall and composed, arms crossed over his broad chest. He didn’t look at you. He hadn’t since you’d stepped onto the dais.

Tsahik continued. “My son, the future Olo’eyktan, must walk beside a woman not only of strength but of deep heart. One who knows the sea, and its silence. One who will care for our people as surely as she cares for what is unseen.”

You swallowed, throat dry despite the salt air.

“I name her,” she said, reaching out and placing her hand on your shoulder, “as the future Tsahik of the Metkayina and as the one chosen to walk beside my son, Tonowari.”

Gasps spread through the gathered clan like ripples from a stone. Some were pleased. Some surprised. Some clearly… less than thrilled.

“She’s so young.”

“I thought it would be Neyla.”

“Tonowari will never agree.”

But it was done. The choosing was sacred.

You bowed your head in reverence, then dared to glance at Tonowari beside you.

His face was impassive, carved from stone. Not one flicker of surprise. No joy, no protest. Just a tight nod as he stepped forward and said, “As you wish, Mother.”

And then he stepped back again.

That evening, the firepit roared with celebration. Fish roasted. Elders sang old songs. Dancers wove across the sands in spirals of movement. You sat at the edge of the feast, untouched fruit in your lap, watching Tonowari.

He was surrounded by others warriors, friends, elders but somehow still apart. Like a reef too sharp to swim near.

You didn’t speak to him that night. And he didn’t seek you out.

The days that followed were quiet. At least, for you.

The clan welcomed you with the smiles they saved for duty. You were trained under the Tsahik, taught rituals, healing, the ways of Eywa. You excelled quietly, without need for praise. But whispers followed your shadow wherever you swam.

“She is clever, yes, but was she the right choice?”

“She doesn’t speak much. Perhaps she is unsure.”

“I hear Tonowari avoids her. Maybe there will be another choosing.”

You bore it all. Silently. Stoically.

Even when you passed Tonowari on the way to the reef, and he barely nodded at you. Even when he walked behind you during rituals but never beside you. Even when he allowed others to flirt and laugh and touch his arm as if you did not exist.

He was never cruel. But kindness? That was something else entirely.

You thought, once, of asking him outright: Why do you hate me so? But the words died on your tongue each time you met his distant eyes.

Still, you did what you were meant to do.

You watched. You learned. You remembered.

Tonowari liked grilled fish, not boiled. He dipped his sea fruit in crushed shell spice, never salt. He preferred silence after long swims, not chatter. His armband had three beads carved with his father’s crest he rubbed them when he was anxious.

So you cooked how he liked. Served him during communal meals without fanfare. You replaced the fraying sash of his wrap before he noticed it was worn. You wove a new loincloth for him and left it quietly on his platform, stitched with small green spirals the same pattern as the tattoo near his collarbone.

He didn’t thank you.

But he wore it.

Tonowari was a leader before he was a man. At least, that’s what the elders always said.

You watched him from afar more often than not giving orders before a storm, swimming at the head of every migration, holding the young warriors’ gaze with a kind of gravity that could pull stars from the sky.

And yet, he rarely looked your way.

The absence of hatred wasn’t kindness. It was just emptiness. A space between you wide as the ocean, made wider by every day you stood at his side in ritual but never in spirit.

You stopped expecting warmth from him. You started giving it anyway.

It began with a small basket of food.

The clan had returned from an exhausting dive, hunting large, armored reef beasts. You’d watched from the shore, preparing herbs and bandages in case someone came back wounded. When Tonowari emerged from the sea last, his face was drawn tight, and his shoulder bore a ragged slice along the deltoid.

You didn’t speak. You just approached, cleaned it with practiced hands, and rubbed in a cooling salve from sea anemone roots. He watched you in silence but didn’t flinch.

Later that evening, you prepared his meal separately. Not as Tsahik. Not as some ceremonial gesture.

But as a woman who’d watched him enough to know what calmed his nerves.

Grilled fish, citrus-glazed seaweed, fruit sweetened with crushed shells everything he favored, wrapped in soft cloth and left by his sleeping mat. No note. No fanfare.

The next morning, the basket was returned to your platform. Empty. Clean. Carefully folded.

And not a word was said.

You noticed small things after that.

He didn’t leave the communal fire as early anymore. Sometimes he lingered near where you sat with Tsahik, listening quietly.

He started walking closer beside you. Never touching, never lingering too long but no longer avoiding you either.

One night, a young woman from the weaving groups placed her hand on Tonowari’s arm, laughing brightly at something only she heard.

You expected him to allow it. To remain cold and still as always.

But he gently removed her hand. Said, “Respect the future Tsahik.”

The girl paled. Apologized. Walked away.

You were too stunned to speak. But Tonowari looked at you for the briefest of moments.

And nodded.

That evening, you sat alone by the reef, braiding sea thread into long cords for children’s charms. Your fingers moved from memory, your thoughts drifting like foam on the waves.

You didn’t hear him approach.

“You sit alone often,” came his voice, low and calm.

You blinked. Looked up.

Tonowari stood there, arms at his sides, expression unreadable. The moonlight carved soft lines into his cheekbones, his tattoos catching the blue hue of the night tide.

“It is quiet here,” you answered.

He sat down beside you. Not too close but not far, either.

After a moment, he said, “You knew I liked citrus.”

Your fingers paused in their braid. “Yes.”

“You made the fish perfectly. Even the texture.”

“I listen,” you said simply.

He turned to face you. “Why?”

The word struck deeper than it should have.

You met his eyes. “Because I care.”

He stared at you. Really looked. As if seeing you not as a duty or a name but as a person flesh and thought, desire and devotion, waiting patiently on the other side of silence.

He looked away then, brows drawn. “I thought… you only wanted the title. Like the others.”

You could’ve laughed. Or cried.

Instead, you said, “I never asked for this. But I never asked to be overlooked, either.”

The wind picked up. His fingers twitched on his knee.

“I see that now,” he said, quietly.

In the weeks that followed, the space between you began to close.

He didn’t become someone new overnight. But Tonowari started seeking your counsel more during clan meetings. Asked your opinion before the Tsahik had a chance to answer for you.

Once, he brought you a carved comb made of reefbone. It wasn’t fancy. But the teeth were wide enough for your thick braids, and it had a wave motif carved into the handle one you’d painted onto your sleeping mat as a child.

“How did you know I like this design?” you asked him, genuinely curious.

He shrugged. “I listen.”

You smiled, and this time, he saw it.

There were still bad days.

Tonowari was under pressure. From his people. From his own fears. You learned to recognize the way his shoulders tensed before a council meeting or how his jaw flexed when someone questioned his authority.

But on those days, you made sure his meal was waiting. You touched his arm briefly before a ritual. You whispered, You are enough, once, just before he walked onto the central platform.

He didn’t say anything.

But he took your hand in his when the chants began.

One night, a storm blew hard over the outer reef. Warriors were dispatched to anchor structures and bring in supplies from drifting platforms. Tonowari returned soaked to the bone, bleeding from a coral scrape on his thigh, his hair plastered to his face.

You were waiting.

You didn’t ask. You simply pulled him into your platform hut, dried his arms, and dressed the wound in silence.

He watched you the whole time.

Finally, his voice cracked the quiet. “I do not deserve this from you.”

You tied the last knot in the bandage. “Why not?”

“I doubted you.”

You met his eyes. “You’re not the only one who has.”

“But I was the one who mattered.”

He exhaled sharply. Reached for your wrist stopped. Then, slowly, he brushed your fingers with his.

“I see you,” he whispered.

You froze.

But your heart leapt. Because it wasn’t the formal greeting, the rote phrase of ceremony.

It was real. Raw. His voice broke on the words.

“I see you,” he said again, this time steadier.

You curled your fingers into his. “I’ve seen you every day, Tonowari.”

He bent his forehead to yours.

And for once, there was no sea between you.

Tonowari didn’t kiss you that night.

But something in the air shifted between you. A thick, unseen thing. Like the pause between waves soft, expectant.

After that storm, he no longer hovered near you like someone fulfilling a duty. He sought you. Sought your presence, your thoughts, your quiet eyes.

And for the first time, he gave in return.

It began with a cloak.

You’d woven him many garments before shawls, wrist wraps, satchels. But he’d never made you anything. Not because he was selfish. Because he didn’t know how.

So when he approached you holding a seafoam-colored wrap, edges uneven and clearly stitched by someone still learning, you nearly dropped the basket of dried herbs in your arms.

“I wanted you to have this,” he said, voice low and careful. “You get cold when the wind shifts.”

You took it with trembling fingers. The fabric was rough in places, but warm. It smelled like reef and him.

You pressed it to your cheek.

“Thank you,” you said softly. “This means more than you know.”

His throat bobbed with an unspoken word. But he only nodded and walked away.

That night, you slept wrapped in it.

Time passed gently.

Tonowari began joining you during morning meditations. Once, he helped you carry herbal satchels to the tidepool children. Another time, he braided your hair while you rested from a long healing ceremony, his fingers slow and reverent.

He didn’t speak much. But when he did, his words lingered like whale songs low and warm, felt more in the chest than the ears.

You began to laugh with him. To smile more openly. To touch his wrist when he looked tired, and not worry he would flinch.

And in turn, he looked at you like you were no longer just the Tsahik who was chosen for him

But the woman he would’ve chosen himself.

The clan noticed.

No one dared say anything too directly, but you heard it in their tones.

“Did you see how Tonowari looked at her today?”

“They speak without words now.”

“She softened him.”

And perhaps you had. But more truthfully, he’d let himself be softened. Like sea rock worn down not by force but by constancy.

One afternoon, while helping a young diver with her first healing session, you felt a presence at your back.

You turned and Tonowari was watching.

He hadn’t interrupted. Just waited.

When the child left with her parents, Tonowari came closer.

“You are gentle with them,” he said. “Even when they are frightened.”

You smiled. “They are still learning.”

He nodded. “So was I.”

Your eyes met. His meaning sank into your bones.

So was I.

That night, he kissed you.

It wasn’t planned. There was no ceremony, no prelude.

You had just returned from a healing outpost on the far reef. Exhausted, muscles sore, your hands still dyed with leaf pigments.

You climbed the platform where he stood, waiting.

“I heard you returned late,” he said. “I was worried.”

You looked up at him, too tired to speak, too full of love to hide.

And he kissed you.

Not hard. Not fast. Just sure.

The kind of kiss that said, I am no longer afraid.

Your hands curled into his waist wrap. His cupped your jaw like something fragile and sacred.

And when he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, he whispered:

“You were never a duty.”

You cried. A little. Quietly.

He held you through it.

From that day on, the world softened around you.

There was still war. Still storms. Still hard days. But now there was him. And he was no longer just someone you loved in secret.

He was someone who loved you back.

It bloomed slowly like everything between you had.

Tonowari was not loud in love. He didn’t make speeches or shout his feelings across the village. But you felt it in every gesture.

In the way he warmed your meal when you came home late.

In the way he carved a small water dish for your pet ilusa.

In the way he waited for you each night, only sleeping once he knew you were safe beside him.

He whispered I see you against your shoulder when the stars were high. You whispered I see you back, with hands curled over his heart.

One morning, you woke to find him gone from your sleeping mat.

He’d left something in your hands woven cloth, carefully folded. A ceremonial sash.

You opened it and gasped softly.

It bore the mark of Tsahik but also, stitched beside it, the symbol for mate.

Tonowari had made it himself.

He’d been learning in secret from the elder weavers. Practicing when you were away. You could see the imperfections, but you could also see the care. The patience. The intention.

When he returned, salt still in his hair from a dawn swim, you rushed to him.

You didn’t speak. Just held him.

He murmured, “I want you beside me. As my mate. As my equal. As the woman I love.”

You said yes before he could finish the sentence.

The Metkayina clan gathered at the edge of the reef beneath the setting sun. The tide was low, the sand damp and warm under your bare feet, and the sky was streaked in soft rose and gold.

The waters whispered to the shore, carrying gifts of foam and fragments of coral. And before the entire clan before Eywa, before the Great Mother’s sacred eye you and Tonowari stood across from one another.

He wore the ceremonial paint of Olo’eyktan, freshly renewed, but this time his chest bore something else: a small spiral inked above his heart. It matched your own. A symbol of the tide’s endless return.

You had drawn it for each other the night before. With his hand steadying your wrist. With yours trembling when you painted his.

Tsahik, his mother, stood between you, her voice strong, clear.

“Eywa hears all hearts. She knows when love is chosen, and when it is earned. She watches over those who walk beside one another not only in duty, but in truth.”

Her eyes met yours.

“You have walked this path with patience. With grace.”

Then she turned to Tonowari.

“And you, my son, have found what it means to love not from pride, but from seeing.”

You felt his fingers brush yours.

The final chant began. The clan joined in, their hum rising like a rising tide, resonant and deep. And when it faded, the old Tsahik stepped back.

Now it was your moment.

You and Tonowari stepped forward.

And he spoke first.

“I once believed you were chosen for me. That I had no choice,” he said, voice firm and low, carrying across the water. “But I was wrong. I see now that Eywa did not trap me. She gifted me someone I was too blind to understand. And now, I choose you. Not because I must but because I cannot imagine a single day without your hand in mine.”

The clan was silent. The reef wind stilled.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “And I choose you,” you said, voice shaking. “Because even when you did not see me, I loved you. And now that you do there is no end to that love.”

His hands took yours.

Foreheads pressed.

And the wave rolled in behind you both, warm and gentle, lapping over your feet like Eywa’s blessing.

The clan cheered.

But all you could hear was the sound of his breath against your cheek, and the quiet, precious words that followed:

“You are my home now.”

Your joining was not grand, not ostentatious.

But it was true.

And in the days that followed, you found a rhythm in your lives that was soft and sure.

You slept together now, wrapped in the same woven cloths, his heartbeat under your ear at night.

He kissed your temple every morning before diving. You left small offerings fruit, polished shell, ocean stones by his weapons rack.

He brought you shells that looked like stars. You sang to him while brushing the salt from his braids.

Once, he surprised you by carving a small talon flute one you’d told him you used to play as a child, long ago. He had asked no questions then. But weeks later, the gift arrived on your mat, smoothed and tuned.

“I remember everything about you,” he said, brushing his fingers over your knuckles.

And he did.

Every day, Tonowari showed you that love did not have to roar to be strong. It could be steady. It could be patient. It could be quiet and still move the world.

You found joy in mundane things.

Helping children mend their fishing nets. Dancing in the tide pools when no one was looking. Singing while preparing salves.

Tonowari watched you in those moments like you were a prayer answered.

He laughed more now. Full, open. A sound you rarely heard before.

When the other clan leaders visited and commented on how much more grounded he seemed, he only said, “I have someone who reminds me what matters.”

One evening, after a long training day, you found him half-asleep on your shared mat, shoulders sore from leading dives.

You sat beside him, fingers working the tightness from his muscles, humming gently.

“You work too hard,” you said softly.

He cracked one eye open. “I work to make you proud.”

You leaned down and kissed his temple. “You make me proud when you rest, too.”

He smiled, slow and sleepy, and reached for your hand.

“Then stay,” he murmured.

You curled into his side, his breath deepening as sleep overtook him.

And for a long time, you simply lay there, the reef winds outside your home, the warmth of his body against yours.

A life not of ceremony or status.

But of belonging.

Of quiet, sacred love.

The seasons turned gently after your bonding.

Not with fanfare or sudden change but with the subtle certainty of the tide. The reef warmed. The young ones grew bolder in the water. Storms came and went, leaving the coral stronger in their wake.

And so did your life with Tonowari.

You became Tsahik not all at once, but gradually. The old Tsahik never stepped aside abruptly; she guided you, corrected you when needed, and most importantly trusted you. You learned to read the currents not just of the sea, but of people. To feel when a child’s fear was deeper than scraped skin. When a warrior’s anger hid grief. When silence meant more than words.

Tonowari watched you step into the role with a kind of reverence that still startled you.

He never interrupted your rituals. Never spoke over you in council. And when others questioned your decisions, he did not defend you loudly.

He simply said, “She knows what she is doing.”

And that was enough.

You learned, over time, that Tonowari carried guilt like a second spine.

Sometimes it came out in quiet ways how he lingered in doorways watching you work, how he reached for you at night as if afraid you might vanish, how he would grow unusually silent during celebrations meant to honor you.

One evening, after a long council meeting, you found him standing alone at the edge of the water, staring out into the dark sea.

“You’re carrying something,” you said gently, coming to stand beside him.

He exhaled slowly. “I think about how close I came to losing you.”

You frowned. “You never lost me.”

He turned to you then, eyes dark and honest. “I almost did. When I thought you were something you were not. When I let my pride speak louder than my heart.”

You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. “But you learned.”

“Yes,” he said. “Because you taught me. Without demanding anything in return.”

He lowered his forehead to yours. “I will spend my life being worthy of that.”

You smiled softly. “Then spend it with me.”

The first time a child ran to you instead of the elders for comfort, something settled in your chest.

The first time a wounded warrior thanked you with tears in his eyes, you understood the weight of your calling.

And the first time Tonowari introduced you to visiting clan leaders as my mate, my Tsahik, you realized how far he had come.

He was proud of you not because of your title, but because of who you were.

Your home filled with small rituals.

Morning swims together before the village woke. Shared meals eaten cross-legged on woven mats. Quiet conversations before sleep sometimes deep, sometimes silly, sometimes nothing at all.

Tonowari learned the rhythms of you the same way you had learned him.

He noticed when you needed solitude and guarded it fiercely. When you were overwhelmed, he pressed his forehead to yours and breathed with you until the world slowed.

Once, during a particularly heavy season, you broke down quietly while preparing herbs hands shaking, tears slipping free.

You hadn’t meant for him to see.

But he did.

He took the bowl from your hands, set it aside, and pulled you into his chest without a word. Held you while you cried. Kissed your hair. Stayed until the storm passed.

Later, you whispered, “I’m supposed to be strong.”

He answered, without hesitation, “You are. And strong people are allowed to rest.”

Years later, children sat at your feet during evening fires, wide-eyed as you told stories of the reef and the Great Mother.

They loved Tonowari’s stories best the ones where he pretended to be fierce but always smiled too soon.

And when one small child asked, “Tsahik, how did you and Olo’eyktan fall in love?” the whole circle leaned in.

You glanced at Tonowari.

He raised a brow, amused. “Tell them.”

You smiled. “It wasn’t loud. Or fast. It didn’t arrive like a storm.”

You reached for his hand.

“It came like the tide. Slowly. Patiently. Again and again. Until we realized it had always been there.”

Tonowari squeezed your fingers.

“And I was a fool,” he added, “for not seeing it sooner.”

Laughter rippled through the group.

But when the fire burned low and the children drifted off to sleep, he pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered, “Thank you for waiting for me.”

You answered softly, “I would do it all again.”

On the night you fully assumed the role of Tsahik, the sea was impossibly calm.

The old Tsahik placed her hands over yours, eyes warm with pride. “You were always meant for this,” she said.

Later, when the ceremony ended and the village quieted, you stood alone at the water’s edge.

Tonowari joined you, slipping his arm around your waist.

“I was wrong about many things,” he said quietly.

You tilted your head. “And right about one.”

He smiled. “Choosing you.”

You leaned into him, watching the moonlight ripple across the reef.

And there beneath Eywa’s stars, with the sea breathing steadily around you you understood something deeply, truly, finally:

Love did not need to be loud to be real.

It only needed to be seen.

And this timey

You both were.

Healing Hands

Pairing: So'lek x Zeswa Female Reader

Summary: So'lek has accepted his life as an outsider, no clan of his own to call home. For years nothing has consumed him more than the need to exact revenge on the RDA who stole everything from him. Yet somehow all of that changes when he meets you.

Warnings: explicit sexual content MDNI, trauma, mentions of death and war, angst, injuries, obsessive So'lek, lust, p in v, oral, swearing, marking, possessive thoughts, rough, jealousy, yearning, breast play, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, etc (not all inclusive)

You do not need to have played the game to read this story. I did my best to include context clues that make it clear enough.

Disclaimer: I am no So'lek expert so I made some educated guesses based on what I learned playing the game. If you see mistakes....no you don't.

Four is better than five

Sully family x fem!sully reader

Summary: The eldest daughter of Jake and Neytiri finds out she may not be that special. w/c: 1765ish? a/n: hiii! hope you guys enjoy, please excuse any errors:3 I finished this while watching the boys, just started it actually and its pretty good! may follow up with a part 3 if this goes well haven’t rlly decided yet:3.

Part one, part two, part three

#avatar #james cameron avatar #avatar movie #jake sully #avatar way of water #avatar wotw #neytiri #avatar x fem reader #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #avatar x reader #avatar wow #avatar 2009

Pairings: Recon! Miles Quaritch x Navi! Reader

Summary: Your son was gone and you knew Jake wasn't going to help look for him, neither was Netiryi. They both never liked Spider and was often the cause of your fights with Jake. Now you were on your own to find your son. Meanwhile Spider tried to stay calm, despite everything thats happened, and finding out Quaritch is his biological father, he knew you were going to find him. It was just a matter of time.

Author's Notes: I wrote this like 2 days after the first chapter, iv been switching between my 3 avatar stories so pay attention to the titles lol

Word Count: 7.9k

Series Masterlist

Chapter Two:

You have never thought about harming Jake, even when he destroyed your home, your mind was stricken with grief. When Jake came back with Toruk Makto you didnt want to harm him, afterall he got the clans together to fight the sky people.

When Jake told you how Spider was captured, you lost it.

𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐭

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢

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𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 , 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢), 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠) , 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬)

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This was your clan. Your clan, your territory, your people, everything that covered this expanse was yours. And maybe you had gotten too comfortable with getting everything in sight being yours, but it wasn’t like you were going around exploiting your power. You were clan princess, the people liked to give you things and you never took more than you gave.

That being said, you were currently in the biggest of moral dilemmas, considering the thing that you currently wanted was a married man and his wife in your bed. A man who had brought his family to your clan in hopes of being spared refuge from the blasted sky people that had returned, and had been oh so grateful when you’d convinced your parents olo-eyktan and tashik of your clan to grant them their wish. You’d taught them your ways, saw to it that your siblings were as kind as possible, you yourself had even taught them how to ride their very own Ilu. And as it seemed developed a certain curiosity for the heads of the family,

A curiosity that left you wondering what other biological differences were hidden away from your prying eyes could see and how the differences you could see would take effect in the mating process. For instance their fingers, while thinner, were longer than those of the Metkayina people and believe you’d spent multiple nights trying to replicate how deep they’d be able to reach inside of you. The way Neytiri's breasts were smaller and firmer looking than yours, which were slightly more full and soft to the touch. It made for countless nights of trite replication of something you’d never experienced and days where you couldn’t look either of them in the eye due the prior night's activities.

Like today for instance, your people gathered around for festivities, celebrating the full moon that had blessed you with high tides and bountiful catches. But instead of being completely enveloped in the festivities of your people as you usually would’ve been, your eyes were glued to the pair of dark blue people sitting next to one of your many fire pits, secluded from the dancing that was happening all around them.

So you paused your dancing and made your way to them, acknowledging their children who had been dragged into the festivities by your little siblings.

“What are you both doing sitting here, so still.” You ask a smile toying on your lips, discreetly checking them you, You’d organized for them to be made traditional Metikayina clothing for the night. “Tonight is a night of celebration, you should be dancing.” Neytiri’s eyes bored into your own and her lips twitched upwards slightly, but she said nothing.

“We hate to be rude but you all dance a bit differently than we’re used to, kid.” Jake recipes looking around at the clusters of people and you couldn’t help but do the same, face wrinkling in confusion before sparking with an idea.

“Then I teach you! Come come it is easy I assure you!” Your face breaks out in a smile and you can see in Jake's face that that wasn’t what he’d hoped would happen in response to his comment, Neytiri on the other hand seems more than amused.

“Yes Ma Jake, go learn. You should learn all you can remember.” You laugh as the words leave her lips, missing the way Neytiri's tale thumps against the ground in response. ‘You should learn all you can.’ were words Jake often used against his own children when they complained of your different ways.

“Yes Jake see, you must learn. Be more like your mate with her eagerness to learn!” You say making Neytirir’s ears shoot up, eyes darting back to your face forming a small frown. Jake shooting her a shit eating grin and before either of them can deny your impromptu lessons you’ve grabbed them both by the arms to drag them towards the music.

Stopping in a less dense area that still thumbs with the vibrations of music you face them once more. The both of them standing a tad awkwardly still amidst the groups of dancing na’vi.

“ Come, Jake I teach you first.” You say ling yourself up with his side so you're both facing the same direction.Giving him the directions of stepping back then sliding forward slightly. “It is easy, see? Watch my feet.” Speaking as you guide him.

“Come Neytiri you do the same with your feet.” You keep at this for a moment letting them get the footwork down. Having to spend a bit of time coaxing Neytiri into trying at all, while Jake seems to be a more focused student. Eyes glued to your every movement in what you take to be an attempt to get down the moves, it really isn’t.

Eventually though Neytirirs stubbornness subsides and she begins to try the foot work, picking it up much quicker than Jake.

“Good, good! You are both doing very well, now it is time to add what truly makes this dancing.” You move to be in front and facing them going over simply the foot work again before speeding up and finally starting to move your hips. Shaking them rapidly, moving them side to side along with alternating the sides you tilt up and down. Even going as far as to spin in a circle while you move. “Your hips! Move with the rhythm, feel it in your bones. Let your body become fluid guided by the beat of your heart and music.” You say immediately realizing that the both of them have stopped dancing.

Without thinking you move towards Neytiri. “Move your feet and I will do the rest, hmm?” You ask and she obliges, aware of your every movement. Maybe that’s why she doesn't seem to move away or flinch in shock when your hands come to settle on her hips from behind.

You both move your feet but instead of working on the movement of your hips you focus on hers. Using your hands to guide their movement, slowly at first then spreading up slightly until you can feel her body beginning to move without your guidance. You let her take the reins, movements spreading up and though a bit clumsy and out of beat she catches on quick, you’ve yet to release her waist. Taking a few seconds to enjoy the way your skin feels below your fingerstips before letting the slide back to your sides.

Then moving onto Jake, his eyes move from the grip you had on his mate's waist to your face, eyes filled to the brim with an emotion you can’t seem to place. Still you surge on, grabbing his waist next and moving it the way you had neytiri’s before.

“The way men dance is very similar to our women. The only difference is the occasional move of hips which the women don't usually replicate. It’sthe rolling of hips. Look at the other men around.” You guide him and your voice has found a softer tone then the previously energy filled one you’d held. Watching as Jake's eyes glide across the crowds around you resting on multiple of the men, before rolling his hips experimentally before falling into the previous moves you taught him. “Good.” You urge him on and he continues as you correct his form here and there before you eventually pull away, letting the tips of your fingers graze the protruding bone of his hip as you pull away.

Maybe they weren’t dancing perfectly, like one of the natives might, but they were dancing. And eywa did look they good doing it. Neytirir had lost all previous restraint she’d had, letting herself fall into the way your people danced. Arms swaying in the air around her. Jake slightly more stiff yet seemingly enjoying the experience of it all, Locking eyes with you before his eyes slide to his mates moving form. Pulling her into dance closer, hips rolling and hand caressing her arm as she preened at the touch.

And all of a sudden you felt as if you were watching something intimate, something you could never be a part of. It left your chest tightening in yearning and a smile on your face faltering. You needed to get away.

“You are both wonderful students. I’ll leave you both to enjoy yourselves and continue to learn without me. It’s getting quite late and I must retire for the night.” You excuse yourself as quickly and politely as possible,missing the way the pair's eyes lock then darting you in concern. Leaving before they can try to convince you to stay.

You make your way through the crowds, smile wiped clean completely and instead replaced with a frown and glassy eyes. Heading towards the direction of your hut, before deciding you didn't want to go there quite yet, instead finding a closed off part of the beach, a place that had always offered your comfort in life. And that was what you needed the most now as your mind was flooded with thoughts on inadequacy and the prospect of living in solitude forever. A few tears slipping down your cheeks before you're able to wipe at your eyes.

“ Ma Tanhi? What is wrong?” For once it’s Neytirir’s voice that breaks the somber silence of your self wallowing, causing your head to snap in her direction. Seeing the mated pair standing a few feet away from where you’re sat on the sand. You promptly shoot up to be standing. Trying to remove any trace of sadness from your face. “What did we do that has made you run from us.”

“Yeah i didnt think our dancing was that bad.” Jake tries to lighten the mood but it does nothing to ease the sadness heavy on your chest. Neytiri smacks his shoulder, clicking her tongue while shooting him a warning glare. “Really though, what's got you so down all of a sudden kid?”

“It is nothing, do not worry yourself with silliness such as my problems.” You try and force a smile on to your face, waving off their concern.

“Hey, if you’ve got a problem it's not silly at all. We’re here to help baby girl, but we can’t do nothin if you don’t tell us what's wrong so why don’t you talk to us.” It’s almost stupid the way your stomach churns at the pet name that falls out his mouth, almost adding the hypocrisy of this all.

“Yes, what Ma Jake says is true. We care for you, let us ease your pains.” Neytiri urges you forth alongside her husband as they take steps closer. Still as kind as they are, what could you possibly say, that you had feelings for mated na’vi who also happened to be them. You shook your head wordlessly denying their help, though you can't help the way your eyes dart between them longingly. This doesn't go unnoticed

“Ah I see.” Your ears perk up at Jake’s comment. “Tiri, do you see what I see?” Your brows furrowed in confusion, watching them communicate wordlessly had become a norm when you’d become their guide, but it had never bothered you not knowing what they were thinking more than it did in this moment. And within a few seconds of wordless communication, Neytiri's body seemed to relax, all worry dissipating as her tale sways slowly behind her, eyes finding yours once more, gaze almost predatory as a smirk slid across her face. You clench involuntarily at the look in her eyes, arousal ill timed according to you

“I certainly do.” Neytiri almost purrs. “Shall we help her understand?” She raises a brow in Jake's direction as she moves around you slowly and you almost move to keep face with her.

“Understand what?” You try to follow her with your eyes, but that thought is thrown away when you find Jake suddenly incredibly close, fingers grazing your jaw before pinching your jaw between his thumb and index. Guiding your gaze to his own.

“Understand the fact that we want you too, baby.” Jake's eyes are hooded with lust, pupils blown wide as one of his canines digs into the meat of his bottom lip.

“what?” The words leave your lips in an airy whisper.

“Your feelings do not go as unreciprocated as you thought.” Neytirir’s voices husky and you’re suddenly very aware of how her lips brush against your shoulder with every word, breath fanning over your skin.

“I-i don’t-”

“You don't what?” Jake’s words are sharp as they leave his lips. “You don’t feel the same? Cause if thats it lets be real cause I can smell ya from here and I'm sure Tiri can too. Or do you not understand, because if that's the case we’d be more than happy to make ourselves crystal clear.” His last few words are intentionally slow yet pointed and they have you pressing your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the need to be touched. “Just say the word and we’d be happy to show you just how bad we want for you.”

“Show me.” The words have barely left your mouth before his lips are slamming into yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip in a silent demand for access to the inside of your mouth and you oblige without a second to waist. Neytiri on the other hand has found a job in leaving dark purple marks along your shoulders and neck as she caresses the side of your hip and letting a hand wander to the front of your waist moving to cup your barely clothed breast in her hand. Both of their movements have you keening between them.

Soon Neytiri's hand is moving from your breast to the side of your neck dragging your face away from Jake's hungry mouth so she can get a taste for you herself. You welcome the change wholeheartedly. While Jake kisses to consume, Neytiri kisses to savor. Hand on your jaw as she takes her time enjoying your taste. And whiles she's busy exploring your mouth Jake takes the opportunity to explore other things. Kissing down the side of your neck that’s exposed, even sucking a few marks onto the parts of your chest are exposed, that is before seemingly growing fed up with the barrier or needed cloth pulling it down so that it sits right below your tits. Giving him full access to what he wanted he surges forward taking one of them into his mouth while he grips the other in his hand, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he pulls at the other gently with his teeth. The action has you whimpering into Neytir’s mouth and she swallows the sound with a pleased hum, not missing a beat.

After you’ve been deemed sufficiently marked Jake does what he’s been imagining since the first time he’d allowed himself to acknowledge his attraction to you. Dropping to his knees in front of, nose almost pressing a kiss right on your pelvic area before untying your tweng, bringing himself face to face with your glistening folds and taking a deep breath through his nose. Groaning at the scent of your arousal. It’s only once Jake lets out a groan of anticipation that Neytiri pulls away, hand on your jaw now guiding you to look down at her mate.

“Look at him so eager to taste you Ma Tanhi, will you grant him the pleasure.” She says low in your ear while you gaze down into Jake's hungry eyes.

“You gonna let me eat this pretty pussy baby, hmm?” His hands massage the sides of your thighs and don't doubt that he probably saw the way your walls fluttered at the sound of his voice.

“Please, Jake.” It a quiet whimper of a plea but it seems to be just what he needs to hear, inhaling your scent once more before licking a stripe up your slip, flatting out his tongue as it comes to rub over your clit and your knees almost buckle at the sensation. His large hands brace you by your hips and ass while Neytiri holds you against her by the waist effectively letting you melt at their touch without collapsing to the floor.

Jake's assault on your pussy might start off slow but it certainly doesn't stay that way, not when your hands find roots of his locks tugging and pulling him impossibly closer. No instead he focuses most of his attention to your clit dipping his tongue into you here and there. And soon you feel a finger tip prodding at your entrance, sliding in ever so easy with how wet you've grown plus his own saliva. The intrusion has you gasping and you can't help but think about all those nights you tried to replicate what you thought this would be like.

The job you’d done had nothing on the way it actually felt. Thin but long fingers able to reach that spongy spot within you with ease, messaging it as he sucks and flicks at your clit.

“More Jake, more, more.” Your moans are no longer quiet or meek as you grind against his finger and tongue all at once. He’s quick to grant your request, slowly but surely sliding in another finger which has you throwing your head back onto Neytriri’s shoulder. Neytrir who had been watching oh so silently, free hand come up to pinch and tease at one of your tits now found herself moving so that her lips just barely touched the shell of your ear.

“Look at you taking Ma jake’s fingers so well, tell me how good it feels.” Her lips brush your lobe as she speaks and you can’t help the rapid nods that follow.

“So good, Jake’s tongue feels so good Tiri, so so good!” All comprehensible thought has left your mouth at this point and been replaced with repeated phrases of ‘so good’ ‘more’ ‘please’ . Your climax was growing closer by the second, you could feel it burning below your skin begging to see the light. And soon enough it did, Jake slipping in a third and final finger curling so perfectly inside of you as he pays attention to your swollen clit is what has you shuttering around him. Legs shaking and snapping rigid to hold him between them as you bucked your hips mindlessly against his face. Moans and whines of gibberish leave your lips as you ride out your high before slowly coming down. Releasing Jake’s head from between your thighs, chest heaving, eyes lidded as you watch him look up at you while licking his lips.

“You think you can take another for me babygirl?” The questing has you nodding numbly. There was no way you’d let this encounter over without having had his cock inside you or without having touched Neytiri the way you’d been dreaming of for ages.”Good girl, love. C’mon baby help me lay her back on the sand.” he instructs Neytiri and they do so easily. Once your back is touching the sand, they both remove their respective tewngs, before letting their lips meet and Neytiri hums at the taste of you still on Jake’s tongue.

“You’ve been good so far baby, why don’t you show us how good you can really be, yeah?” You're agreeing dumbly before you can even think to ask what he means, but something inside you registers it wouldn’t matter what either of them asked of you as long as they kept touching you. You don’t have time to think any harder about that, not when there’s a leg crossing over your face and your face to face with Neytiri’s core in seconds.

“Show me then.” It’s a demand the way it leaves her lips and it has you drooling over her. Neytiri’s hands gather your hair in her hands as she leans over you simply holding it in her hands as she braces herself on the sand. In the meantime you can feel Jake lifting one of your legs over his shoulder as he lines himself up with your entrance, head sliding between your lips and prodding at your hole a bit.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” You answer his question with total certainty and immediately they're both moving. Neytiri settles herself on your mouth and Jake slowly sliding into your warmth. Your walls quiver at the intrusion, but you don't get much time to focus on that, not when Neytiri is tugging at your hair in anticipation. Leaving no time to lose you lap at her cunt, drinking up everything she has to offer and she gives it all so willingly. Rocking against your head, he clit rubs against the tip or your nose as you consume her so completely, tongue diving as deep as it can into her core and it leaves her panting and groaning above you.

“Ah Ma Tanhi, so good.” Her words only encourage and you, you push on devouring her to the best of you ability. It's when you finally get the hang of pleasure Neytiri that Jake decides you’ve had enough time to adjust. Having slipped in his whole length while you were occupied. Sliding out leaving on the tip inside before slamming back in and the roughness of the move has you gasping into Neytiri’s cunt, that move causing a moan to rip through her.

“Shit, feel so good baby, damnit.” Jake continues drilling into you at an unforgiving pace that has you sucking and moving so unpredictably against Neytiri's pussy she can’t help the way she continues to pull at your braids. “Gonna mold this pussy to my cock, never gonna want anyone but me, fuck.” Jake’s words are rushed and his breathing is ragged and it has you clenching so tightly around him that he’s seeing stars.

Jake knows he won’t be able to hold on for all that long if you keep this up and he wants, needs you to cum first. His thumb finds your clit with ease, rubbing in tight circles that have your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and you feel another earth shattering orgasm nearing faster than ever.

Neytiri though, she’s right on the edge and all it takes is a few more dips of your tongue into her hole and ruts of her clit against your nose and she’s unravelling above you, back arching so much it has you raising your hands to her waist to help hold her up as you continue to lick her dry. Letting her ride out her orgasm until she’s lifting herself up and off your face. Straddling your head and moving to sit on her ankles, placing your head in her lap. Giving you just the right amount of elevation to see the way your cunt swallows Jakes dick with every thrust. The sight alone is what has you cumming again.

“Oh eywa, Jake!” Are the only real words you get out before its incoherent rambles and moans. Your orgasm is what begins to set off jakes but he holds for as long as possible. Letting you ride yours out for as long as he can bare before pulling out. Stroking himself once, twice, before he's spilling onto your stomach with a groan of both or your names.

Your orgasms leave you gasping for air, but soon as you all recuperate you aid each other in redressing. Walking to your hut, sweet kisses pressed to your lips with promises of visits come morning.

You always did get what you wanted.

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