blood in the water | ao'nung x fem!metkayina!reader
ao'nung comforts y/n after the loss of her spirit sister
v’s note: back to angst sorry
cw: angst, animal (tulkun) death, mentions of blood, loss of a sibling, comfort
wc: 0.5k
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“come on, where are you?” y/n says. her heart was starting to hang heavy. she was worried, peytu, her spirit sister, had not arrived at the calf communion.
peytu was very independent, maybe she was just behind the other tulkun. maybe she would arrive soon.
she rode with ao'nung on his ilu. the three searched the water.
then y/n saw it. a floating tulkun, bleeding out…
“oh eywa no.” y/n immediately dives in the water and swims toward the corpse. it… it was peytu.
“eywa no, please!” she swims up to her sister. she recognized her matching tattoo she shared with her. she had designed it herself.
“peytu… peytu please!” y/n leans her head against the tulkun. she runs her hand back and forth, petting her. “wake up. come on!”
ao'nung hears y/n’s cries as he swims up behind her. his heart broke at what he sees. peytu’s blood surrounded the both of them, heavy in the water. he’s stunned at what he sees.
y/n sobs as the realization finally hits. “she died alone! she was almost there, she was so close!”
a scream leaves y/n’s throat. ao'nung’s heart breaks. he quickly wraps his arms around y/n and hugs her. y/n grasps onto him.
“she died alone ao'nung.. i wasn’t there to protect her!” y/n cries out.
ao'nung tightens his grip around her. he shakes his head. “this is not your fault. this was the sky people.”
“i should’ve gone out to search for her! i could’ve prevented this! i-“ y/n begins to hyperventilate.
“stop. y/n you need to breathe,” ao'nung places a hand on y/n’s abdomen. “breathe.”
y/n shakes her head. she drops her head onto ao'nung’s chest. he holds her tight and hums. it was a familiar tune, it was one his mother sang to his sister when she was a baby and upset.
“i’ll kill them all! i swear ao'nung i will!” y/n says between sobs.
“let it out y/n. i’m here.”
y/n sobs as she holds onto ao'nung tightly. he was the only thing grounding her right now. rage and sadness consumed everything she had.
“breathe.”
“i’m trying ao'nung, i want her back!”
“her heart is with eywa-“
“i don’t want her with eywa! i want her here! she should be here with me!”
“i’m sorry, y/n. don’t let your heart become hard like the sky people. i’m here. peytu loves you. she always will.” ao'nung pets y/n’s wet hair.
“and i love her. i should’ve been here, i should’ve known.”
“you can’t blame yourself. this is not your fault, peytu knows this.” ao'nung kisses her on the forehead. “you have to be strong now.”
“how do i continue ao'nung? how? with such evil that takes and takes…”
“you are better than them y/n.” ao'nung adds.
“i feel like… i don’t know. i cannot feel anything right now.”
ao'nung’s eyes begin to fill with tears. “then feel me. feel my heartbeat. i’m not going anywhere. i will stay with you as long as you need.”
y/n let’s her head fall onto ao'nung’s chest. she took deep breaths trying to calm herself. she wipes her eyes and nods.
“i guess it’s time to say goodbye.” y/n turns to peytu. she kisses her gently and rests her forehead on her.
“i love you sister. i’ll see you soon. we won’t be apart for long.”
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A numb ache, hot and pulsing from where you had gripped it with your own. He would not be surprised if you had broken it with the sheer strength you had poured into him. But he did not complain, no. He would let you do it again, let you clamp onto his fingers, let you break them—break his whole hand—while you screamed in agony, voice drowning out Mo'at's words of encouragement. He would let you do whatever to him you pleased, for no harm to him could ever match the searing pain of labour you had endured.
He had been present for all 12 painstakingly long hours of active labour. The thought of leaving your side never once crossed his mind. Not when you screamed, not when you cried, and not when you gripped him like he was your lifeline and dug your nails into his flesh.
He tried not to show it, but he was terrified the entire time. Not of you. Never of you, but for you. The difficulties of birth were not lost on him. The blood, the shock, the exhaustion were most of what plagued his thoughts. What was even more daunting was the fact that the baby inside of you was more difficult than other na'vi children would have been. Because the baby was part him. Part human. That human gene that gave avatars more muscle mass also carried on to their children. That had terrified him, the thought of you pushing out a child much bigger than your body could handle. The thought of you not being able to do it. The thought of you succumbing.
But now the screaming had stopped, and the tsahik's tenth was filled with only the metallic scent of blood and the musk of sweat as you lay on the fibre-brown cot, back propped up against thick dark furs. Your sweat and tear-stained face was now soft, eyes half-lidded in adoration looking down at your slow-rising chest where the newborn babe was pressed against it.
Your baby.
Your son.
His son.
The baby slept quietly against you, comforted by the connection of your kurus, no longer wailing at the audacity of being forced into the world. He was round and soft with all that human fat that had caused you too much trouble the last few hours, thicker in ways normal na'vi babes would be slim.
Lo'ak's eyes searched that round little face, moving from his chubby cheeks to pouty lips, then higher up above his eyes.
No brows.
Lo'ak's chest stilled, breath hitching.
No brows.
The babe's face was devoid of any extra hairs that had plagued Lo'ak's face his entire life. For a second, a palpitating sense of relief washed over him, relief at knowing his child would not be subjected to the cruelties of words those hair brought on. The mocking, the sneers, all of it. The kind of silent scrutiny that lingered in crowds wherever he went.
Then his eyes traveled down. And there on the babe's clenched fist were five fingers. Five, short, stubby little fingers, each barely larger than a mealworm.
A disorienting flurry of feelings surfaced.
First it was fear for his son, of what the people might say or do, of what he might endure as he grew. The shame and self-hatred.
But then…there was adoration, quiet and fluffy, settling right in the middle of his chest in a ball of fuzzy warmth. Because looking now, at that little fist that housed that tiny pinky, Lo'ak knew, with all the certainty in the world, that finger could not belong to a demon. Attached to that pinky was a small, chubby newborn baby; someone who was the complete embodiment of love, the product of two hearts joining as one. That finger looked so soft and gentle and pliant. Something incapable of harm.
Pride came rushing in. Pride that there was part of him seen in his son. Pride of knowing indisputably that the babe was his—not that there was ever any doubt— and that finger was not what anyone ever told him it was. That it was not something vile and eldritch but rather adoring. How could he have ever let anyone make him believe otherwise when the truth was so clear before his very eyes?
Tears clouded his vision. It was not a burning that rushed along his waterline in quiet heartache. It was a fast and bubbling rise that quivered along his lower lashes in release of that suffocating feeling that surfaced whenever he looked at his hands.
"Ma Lo'ak"
Your hoarse voice broke him out of the spell his son had cast over him. His eyes found yours instantly. You held the babe up to him, arms lifting as much as the exhaustion that had settled in your joints would let you.
Instinctively, Lo'ak's hand raised, only slightly before stopping mid-air. It was the hesitation of a man who never knew if what he was doing was right. Hesitation that did not exist when he was a reckless boy. Hesitation that was born of blood and death and war. His hand stayed still, shackled by an invisible chain of his own making, holding him back, stopping him from crossing the distance despite your silent permission.
His eyes found yours again. Your wide, beautiful eyes, so different from his smaller ones. Those eyes that looked at him with all the adoration in the world. Those eyes that had seen him and chosen him despite what others whispered. Those eyes that softened and fluttered and gave him all the love he had craved his entire life, genuine and surreal.
"Lo'ak," your voice was a blanket, always so careful with him, wrapping him in pillowy warmth. Your lips were pulled back, smile sweet despite the corners drooping from tiredness. "You can hold him. It is okay." Lo'ak always listened to you. You were his rock, the one thing in his life that considered him completely, that held him up when his own legs refused to, folding under the pressure of his own doubt. Lo'ak owed you more than his life. Your love had saved him in ways he could not express in words. Whatever you wanted, he gave it, because you gave him everything the day you chose him. Even now, you still give him more than he deserved in the form of a sleeping babe.
Lo'ak's hand trembled, pulling against the self-imposed shackles, freeing himself and finally breaching the space between him and his son. You passed the baby off with ease, him only stirring slightly when you unlinked your kurus. The baby's weight settled in Lo'ak's arms nicely. Heavy and real. That pale blue skin of new life was plush with human fat, feeling so cushiony against his arms. The babe's rounded cheek was squished against Lo'ak's chest, his pouty lips letting out a quiet, content sigh. Lo'ak wondered if his son could hear the deep thudding of his heart, if it was comforting to his tiny ears.
Lo'ak's hand went to the babe's fist, smoothing his large thumb over the little one's knuckles. He naturally focused on that small pinky that was barely longer than his own nail, carefully opening the little hand so he could stroke it with a reverence he never thought he would have towards the finger that was just like his own. His heart skipped a beat when the babe curled its hand around his finger—his pinky, so large that those small fingers struggled to fully wrap around it.
It was then the tears finally fell, brushing against his cheek in a light, cool rush. He tipped his head down, bringing his lips closer to the babe's ear, and with a soft whispering voice laced with willowing devotion, he welcomed his son.
Today was supposed to be just another ordinary day for you, but things didn't go as planned. As you sit on the ground in the jungle, reflecting on the events of today, the moments that are currently messing with your emotions.
Y/n " ......" You had been sitting alone after watching your father's video logs, from the moment he arrived until his last one. Frustration and sadness are the emotions you're feeling towards your father, friends, the RDA, and everything else. Tears begin to fall your face as you sit on the grass.
??? "Yanwe."
Y/n "Jake neytiro." You looked up to see Jake and Neytiro standing there, slowly walking toward you and kneeling beside you.
Jake "Max said you took off after watching your dad's video logs, so I called Neytiro, and we came after you."
Y/n "I'm acting like a child."
Neytiro "No, you're not, ma y/n. Tell me how you're feeling." Neytiro places a comforting hand on your cheek and looks at you.
Y/n "I feel upset, frustrated, and hurt."
Jake "Toward whom, your father, friends, or the RDA? Maybe us?"
Y/n "No, it's not you guys. It's my dad and my friends who are no longer here. I watched my father's video logs, and he says he loves and cares about my mom and me. When we lost my mom, it was just us, along with Aunt Grace and everyone else."
Y/n "After everything, he still stayed with the RDA, and now he's gone. It's been fifteen years, and I still carry that pain today."
Y/n "I wish he and everyone else could see that the RDA was just using them, what they were doing wasn't going to help everyone back on Earth. There could have been many other ways to change things, and maybe, just maybe, we could all still be here today. But in the end, they're all gone."
Y/n "My kids will only hear stories about their grandfather, from us, whether good or bad—along with what everyone else thought of him. But he made his choice, along with everyone else. I'm frustrated and upset about their decisions." You stand up from your sitting position, looking at your husbands, who see that you're upset and lost.
Y/n "It's wrong that I'm mad at my dad for making the decision he wanted to choose one side over his daughter, his family. We could have worked something out... I don't know."
Jake: "You can be mad at him and everyone else. Everyone made their choices that day, choices that changed all of their lives forever."
Neytiro "You're not alone, ma y/n. You have Jake and me along with my mother, and your friends, Norm, Tsu'tey, Max, and some others."
Y/n "Thank you." You sit back down on the ground with your husbands again.
Jake, "We saw one of your father's videos. We don't know if you've seen it yet, but he was still thinking about you toward the end. He wanted you to live a good life—with someone you love or somebody. It looks like you've done that, and we will be here for you."
Y/n "I will be here for you guys, too, my loves."
Neytiro "Speaking of our kids, they mostly take after their mother, and I thank the Great Mother for that every day."
Jake: "Oh yes, our kids are the spitting images of their mothers." You laugh softly, drawing your mates' attention as they turn to look at you.
Y/n "Our kids might act or look like me, but I've seen them—headstrong and stubborn—just like their fathers, grandfather, and Aunt Grace."
Jake: "We weren't anything like our kids."
Neytiro "Agreed."
Y/n "Oh, you weren't anything like our kids either, Jake. Let's go down memory lane."
Jake: "Oh no."
Y/n "You came on missions with us to collect samples, ended up scaring a baby Ikran. Then an adult one came toward you, but was scared off by a Thanator. That led to us grabbing my hand as we all ran for our lives, jumping off a cliff to survive the Thanator. We got lost in the jungle, and I started a fire after I told you no—that led the Viperwolves to realize they had guests for the night."
Jake: "Oh yeah, I remember that differently."
Neytiro "Idiot."
Y/n "Now, let's talk about you, Ma Neytiro. Always doing dangerous stunts when we were kids, making every adult worry about you."
Neytiro "You're right, ma y/n."
Y/n "That's all. I'm happy I have you two here with me, and we have our family and clan as well." You feel a deep certainty that you couldn't have changed your father's choices; they were made that day. But you know he loved you deeply and wished for you to live your best life, which you intend to do. Remembering that your husbands, kids, and everyone else are by your side, you hold onto hope that one day, you will reunite with your father and friends—they will be completely different from who they were, but still your father and friends.
quaritch never admitted it out loud to you, you knew either way that he wouldn’t, but he had a thing for fucking your thighs, either when he was tired, or you were, but both needed something.
you weren’t in a relationship with quaritch, it was more of a fuck buddy situation, ever since he’s a recom now, his sex drive has been to where you can’t keep up with him at times.
so, that’s when quaritch started fucking your thighs.
he settled his cock between your legs, one large and calloused hand holding your ankles together with your legs raised in the air, he had placed two pillows under you, one for your head and one for your back, the beds at the rda base weren’t that comfortable, especially for this.
“Comfortable there, sweetheart?” Quaritch asked, already giving impatient and shallow little thrusts in between your thighs that were pressed nicely together.
“Mhm, I’m all good,” you replied with as a soft moan slipped past your lips when quaritch’s cock had brushed right against your folds, “Jus’ keep fucking my thighs,” you teased as you dragged your hand along quaritch’s chest and grabbing at his dog tags lightly in your fingers.
a heavy groan slipped out of quaritch’s lips before he placed his right on your thigh while the other remained locked around your ankles and started pumping his hips back and forth, his cock disappearing for a moment only for the head and then the rest to reappear between your thighs. “That’s the plan, sugar,” he answered as his nails dug into your skin while his ears flattened, his dog tags swinging back and forth against his chest while he pumped his hips like an animal.
each time quaritch had pumped his hips, his cock head thrusted right against your already swollen pink clit, each time he had done that, a whine slipped past pouty lips, you could feel yourself getting close to coming, “mh— gonna come” you started babbling, even without penetration, just with quaritch pumping his hips back and forth wildly, his leaking tip jumping at your clit was enough to make you come.
“I know, I know baby, got a feelin’ you were boutta come,” quaritch mumbled, sweat starting to bead on his forehead as his cock continued to piston between your thighs and rub at your clit over and over. “go on, ‘s alright, you can come.”
your chest rose and fell with quickening breaths as you came, your body feeling fuzzy and dizzy while quaritch continued to thrust in between your thighs quicker and harder, his jaw tightened and his tail whipped from side to side before he came all over your stomach and breasts with a moan, his cock pulsing once then twice before he let go of your hips and he resulted to laying his head against your chest, not caring for the come.
Summary: After the campaign to mine all of the unobtanium on Pandora, Fe'nus and her clan was viewed as collateral. They were left among caves more hollowed out than previously, forcing them to seek uturu from neighboring forest clans.
Cw: nothing really, a little rushed, stubborn!oc
A/N: pls more na'vi skullets they're so chic.
Fe'nus' eyes were watering as she wandered through the forest with other iy'lan clan warriors. Everything felt unnatural, too open.
It felt shameful walking into the forest settlement, heads lowered, feet sinking into the moss under them.
Children ran away, adults whispered to each other as they peered put of their kelku's. The walk towards the middle of the settlement, towards Jake Sully, felt like hours.
When the troop approached the olo'eyktan and his family, they bowed their head, dropping to one knee. It was only 4 na'vi. Fe'nus, Op'ka, Motan, and Inyer.
"Oel ngaati kameie" Inyer spoke first, being the leader of the party.
Jake Sully returns the favor, stepping forward and waving his hand for you to get up.
"No, none of this. What is your business here?"
"Our caves have been decimated by the sky people. We seek uturu as we rebuild." Inyer's voice was solemn, humble.
"How long is this supposed to take? Where is your Olo'eyktan?"
"We do not know sir. Our olo'eyktan is very sick. we are few and will not take up space"
Toruk Makto stays silent, watching his wife and her mom, Mo'at, approach, examining the na'vi.
Fe'nus is silent, tail wrapping around her leg as she looks around. All Iy'lan's had limited vision, not using it much in the dark caves.
"What can you offer us?"
"We are strong hunters in the dark. And our silk is the lightest, most breathable fabric around."
"...You may stay here. But you will learn our ways." Mo'at speaks, pointing a finger towards Op'ka,
"Go, get the others."
With a quick nod, Op'ka runs back into the brush, towards home.
"The rest of you will learn from warriors similar to you."
Suddenly, Jake Sully speaks up, "Inyer will be with Tarsem, Fe'nus with Neteyam, Op'ka with Lo'ak, and Motan with Kir'ayna."
Needing a break, Fe'nus walked to the outer rim of the settlement, where the brush got exponentially thicker. Everything happened so quick. Not only did she have to live and learn this new world while rebuilding her home, she had to be taught by toruk makto's oldest son.
She hated men who acted smarter, better than her. She was a mighty warrior whos taken down countless RDA mining vehicles, not a dumb child. She was squatted on the ledge of a lake, preferring to be close to the ground, compact just like the positions they held in the caves.
Behind her, she heard the small pitter patter of a child's feet. It was a small girl, four fingers, the olo'eyktan's. She looked hesitant, scared.
The little girl spoke with a shrill voice, "Hi, miss" She had her fists balled up to her chin with a tiny toy widdled from wood held in them, feeling it for comfort.
"Hello." Fe'nus turned around, still crouched, hunched over. The child looked... scared? She knew the iy'lan looked different and a bit less unappealing to other clans but geez.
"I'm Tukirey, whats your name?"
"Fe'nus."
"Can you see?"
"Can i see?"
"My brother Lo'ak says you guys can't see."
She laughed a bit, amused by the youngest daughter's cluelesness. "We can see. But as a secret between us? Not that well. I ran into like 3 trees on my way here."
Tuk giggled, swaying back and forth. "I never run into trees!"
"Maybe you can be my guide so i dont crack my head open."
"ok. but not all the time"
"yes, not all the time. i can tell youre a busy girl."
"come have dinner!"
Fe'nus followed the girl, making out the shape and light of a fire and lots of blue figures.
"Tukirey, do you want to meet my friends?"
Tuk thought for a little. To her, the newcomers looked scary. Pale skin, taller than regualr na'vi, and sharp teeth that were often bared even if it wasn't in an aggressive gesture.
"It's okay" Fe'nus soothed, "They're nice and if they aren't I can beat them up."
"..ok"
She led the little girl up to the group of pale figures, smiling at them. Iy'lans often have less hair than most na'vi, cutting it down to the scalp in very intense hairstyles. Fe'nus could tell some of the omaticaya were eyeing them up, some in confusion and judgement, others definitely likijg the mysterious bad boy persona her male counterparts seemed to give off.
The warriors were very receptive to tul, sitting down on the ground to be closer in level to her, laughing and joking and telling stories from the caves. All was well and it felt as if this child was less judgemental than these grown adults. That was until a boy around Fe'nus' age approached. He was tall, composed, a cummberbund, tweng, and flight visor adorning his body.
"Tuk, it is getting late. Come with me."
"But these are my friends" Tuk whines, wrapping her arms around Fe'nus.
"It's okay, Tuktirey. I will be here tomorrow" Fe'nus laughs, unraveling the kid's arms from her neck.
Neteyam tilted his head, "You are Fe'nus?"
"Yes."
"I will be mentoring you." He smiles slightly
"We will be working together" She corrects, hating the idea that he suddenly thinks he knows more than her.
"Yes, of course. Do you want to walk Tuk with me? You can speak properly with my parents. I'm sure they'd like to meet who ill be spending lots of time with."
"Then Op'ka should come to. He will be training with your brother." The Iy'lan boy was like a tounger brother, the same age difference between lo'ak and neteyam.
His disappointment was visible, but his politeness persisted, "Of course."
Fe'nus grabbed Op'ka by the back of his neck, pulling him up to come walk with the Sully siblings, Tuk in the middle of her and Neteyam.
"Neteyam, she's taller than you!"
"I'm still growing"
The walk was short, an almost straight path to the kelku. It was nice, like all of the others, a show of how there was oneness in the clan.
For Fe'nus and Op'ka, everything either felt too cramped or too spacious. Usually for them, sleeping quarters in the caves were wide and open, big expanses of stone with levels of silk weaved by the long, giant, 8 legged insects that lived among them, having a mutualistic relationship with the na'vi. Even walking felt odd when most iy'lan spent their lives crawling in the tight gaps between cavernous recreational areas.
"Thank you, for letting us into your home." Fe'nus says quickly, glancing at Op'ka to nod in agreement. There was another forest boy looking around Neteyam's age, maybe a little younger. Op'ka stood slightly behind his friend, unsettled by the more human like features of the family. It wasn't hostile and he knew he was safe, it was more just an uncanny feeling.
Jake was polite to the two, he saw bits of Lo'ak in Op'ka and could sense them training together would either be the best decision he could've made. "No need, sit."
That night was quiet in a warm way. Talks weren't filled with tense compliments or inquiries but rather jokes and tales from above and below ground.
--
The next couple weeks of training were... interesting to say the least. Although Fe'nus would say the opposite, it was absolute hell. She usually picked things up so well. Lurking was in her veins but its like the forest made it 10 times harder. Every twig snap, leaf crunch, or brush of a branch made her lose her sanity more and more.
It didn't help that her 'mentor', Neteyam, thought her whole way of living previously was revolting. If she showed him how she used special mud to make her head not ache after reshaving the front of it? too stinky. Showing him that the meat of a hulinko bug was actually very tasty and the shell can be used as a bowl? Yuck! She just couldn't win with him.
"Op'ka said Lo'ak is a really good teacher. He even killed a viperwolf." the girl muttered while going over how to sharpen the tip of an arrow for what seemed like the 1000th time.
"I am not Lo'ak and you are not Op'ka. Our process will be different."
"Are you saying they're better than us?"
"No, just different."
"You would struggle all the same if you were in my position."
"I'm sure I would."
"Is that supposed to be funny?"
"No! no." Neteyam can sense her defensiveness, not wanting to upset her.
"...Ok."
--
Seasons changed, so did families, yet Fe'nus seemed to be just as grumpy even with her improvement.
"You'll hurt your hand tying it like that." Neteyam's voice had considerably softened over the past couple months, noticeable to the people closest to him other than you apparently.
"Let's hope I do. I'd rather be on bedrest than be here."
"I think the forest suits you. You are strong."
"That's cause you haven't seen how exceptional I am underground."
The boy chuckled, tilting his head, "Yeah?"
"Yes." She nods with full certainty.
"When you've rebuilt, you'll have to show me..."
--
Everything came rushing back so quick. Minerals, silk, shelters, pathways all restored as much as they could've been. Iy'lan people were leaving by the bunch almost everyday, yearning for their homes.
Yet, Fe'nus, so eager to go back to her greatness, found herself sitting by the edge of a pond, nowhere near the cold, damp rock underground.
Large, soft footsteps approached behind her, eventually planting themselves right next to you.
"You were right." Neteyam spoke, looking at the same flower petal drifting on the water that you were.
"I'm right about a lot of things. Be specific" She giggled, bumping her foot into his. Spending a significant time around him, it was almost impossible to not become close in one way or another.
"About how I'd be just as helpless if the roles were reversed."
"Oh yeah? what made you realize?"
"I saw people returning, how much they cried seeing family after so long. I couldn't do it."
"I'm sure you couldn't, mama's boy."
"I'll miss you."
"You'll still see me."
"Not as often as usual"
"And why is that so important to you?"
"Fe'nus-" Neteyam sighed, the girl was always extremely confrontational, not in a bad way, just in a way he couldn't avoid.
"No, tell me"
"I'm sure you can guess"
"Tell me."
"I haven't been subtle"
"I want you to tell me to my face, Neteyam."
"I like you"
"I know you do. You like lots of things."
"Why are you so difficult?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"I like like you. In a romantic sense."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What're you gonna do about it?"
"I guess you'll just have to find out"
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(A/N) sorry if this feels rushed at the end and for any grammar or punctuation mistakes!
