Jake x Sister! Reader; Omatikaya x Dreamwalker; Tsu’tey x Reader
Chapter V: Accepted!
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Summary: Y/n and Jake Sully. Siblings, shipped off into the depths of space to explore the mysterious world of Pandora.
The doors hiss open.
Cold air brushes against my skin, sterile and sharp. It smells like metal and false promises.
Bootsteps. Heavy. Slow. Familiar.
"Well, I'll be damned," he says, his voice full of mockery. "Didn't expect you to show up alone. No blue entourage?"
I stay silent. Jaw clenched.
He steps into view, that confident smirk like a scar that never healed. "If I knew it'd take your sister dying slowly to bring you crawling back... hell, I'd have done it sooner."
My breath catches. I glare at him, forcing the words out through gritted teeth. "I'm here for her. Help me, and I'll agree to whatever you want."
His laugh rings in the air, cold and sharp. "Always the hero, huh?" He leans closer, eyes narrowing. "You'll agree as long as she gets what she needs. That's the deal, right?"
I don't flinch, but the guilt pulses louder than his voice, "I just need you to help her."
He studies me for a long beat. Then, with a half-shrug and a look, he motions toward the door. The deal already struck, "She'll get what she needs Jake," he says, voice low. "And you'll get what you need."
"No one needs to know Quaritch."
"No one will, Sully."
I nod once, the weight of the agreement sinking into my bones, like my old uniform.
The RDA corridors blur behind me as I move toward the Avatar compound. The cold subsides, but not from the air, from me. The shift between these two worlds is more than physical.
One side is military grade boots and loaded weapons. The other, white coats, blinking monitors and clinical hope.
I move past the techs without a word. They don't look at me, just keep tapping away at screens. My eyes fixed to a pod.
Y/n's pod.
She hasn't opened her eyes since it happened. Wires curl across her body like vines from a dying forest, clinging, invasive, unnatural. Her eyes twitch, like she wants to open them but is trapped.
"Signs of deep divergence. Her mind's anchoring where it shouldn't," a tech mutters nearby while monitoring her brain scans.
I swallow hard. My mind racing with only one thought.
She was right.
We don't belong here.
A hand lands on my shoulders, Grace.
"Hey," she says gently. "You ready to link back up, Marine?" Her eyes flicker to the pod. She knows where I've been staring.
I don't answer right away. I watch the monitors, watching her. the heart monitor blinks steady. Her eyelids twitch like she's caught in a storm and can't wake up.
"Check her vitals again," I say quietly. "Make sure she's holding on."
"Will do," Grace says quietly. I climb into the pod, the lid starting to lower.
Just before it seals, she says, "Jake.. check on here. Over there."
I close my eyes and sink back into the world we chose.
Learning to ride an ikran, we call 'em banshees, is the test every young hunter has to pass. But to do that, you gotta go where the banshees are.
The climb is brutal. My fingers burn with every grasp of the coarse, slick vines. The cliffs loom above me, endless. Below is just sky and certain death.
The wind howls past, dragging my braids behind me, slicing cold across my skin, whispering warnings in every gust.
I glance down. Jake grunts a few feet below, sweat beading on his brow, jaw clenched. "I'm gonna fall before we even get to the dangerous part." he mutters.
"Keep climbing." Tsu'tey calls down. His voice crisp, unbothered. His silhouette is certain, fluid. Moving like the mountain was carved for him.
Jake and I climb, not like Na'vi, like outsiders. Strong sure, but clumsy. We're used to metal gym floors, not vine draped cliffs and sheer wind tunnels. Our bodies are strong in this form, but the mountain demands more than muscle. It demands grace.
I grit my teeth and continue the climb anyway.
By the time I reach the top, my arms tremble, lungs burning. I haul myself over the ledge and collapse onto the stone, chest heaving.
The Hallelujah Mountains —Ayawa Ikran stretch out in all different directions before me, surreal and sacred. The waterfall spills into the open sky. Wind curls around us like a spirit.
Neytiri ululates as she lands beside us with her ikran, her face calm.
Then I see them, ikrans.
Massive. Primal. Wild.
Talons grip the stone. Wings twitch, ready to launch. Eyes gleaming with warning. They watch me, waiting.
"Which Sully will go first?" Tsu'tey asks, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
I glance at Jake, "I guess I can do it."
"You go alone," Neytiri says softly. "They must choose you."
I move through them slowly. Careful. Each step calculated.
One by one, the ikran's screech and take off, wings cracking the air. Until only one remains.
It outstretches it's wings in defence. I lock eyes with it.
It's body glows a deep teal, lightning-like orange streaks webbing across its back and it's wing like etched fire. Sky-blue tips shimmer like sharpened glass. Crimson flashes at it's joints like exposed muscle.
It's face is carved from steel blue bone. Coppery red beak. Gold eyes fixated on me.
I remembered what Tsu'tey had told me the night he told me the night before, "You will know it picked you... because it will try to kill you."
Then it lunges.
I dive away just in time. It's wing clips me— I slam against a stone, the wind knocked out of me, gasping. Pain shoots through my ribs.
I scramble up, heart pounding, vision spinning.
I swing the lasso.
I miss.
It shrieks, charges.
I roll away, ribs screaming. It slams into me, pinning me down. Talons tear across my arms, sharp, hot pain. Blood spills. The other ikrans scatter, screeching and launching skyward.
I thrash beneath it, trying to free my arms out of its talons. I draw my knees up and kick hard.
I hiss— my first real one.
The sound shocks me.
Tsu'tey's voice thunders from the edge, "Make the bond!"
The beast snarls back, louder, furious.
Tsu'tey throws the replacement lasso. It sails through the air and lands next to my pinned down open hands. Reaching for it I snatch it, loop fast, trying to hold on.
The lasso snaps loose.
It barrels into me, we roll.
Falling off the edge.
"Y/n!" Jake yells.
"Tsahaylu!" Neytiri's voice cuts through the chaos.
Air screams past my ears. Rocks blur. My stomach lurches. We're falling, too fast, too far
Still fighting I claw at it's queue my fingers fumbling, slick with blood. It twists. We spiral.
I grab the tendrils. We connect.
Her panic floods into me like a wave. Her heart pounding like a war drum. Her instincts. Her wings shudder, no control. She's fighting. Thrashing. The panic isn't just hers anymore. It's mine.
We're spiralling together, two creatures locked in one freefall
I try pour calm through the bond— "It's okay. I've got you." I whisper to to her. The wind roars. The ground races up.
Her wings snap open, hard. The air catches. We jolt upward, bodies lurching, but we don't crash.
We rise.
I can feel her, the weight of her wings, the push of the wind under us, the wild rhythm of her heart syncing with mine.
She's still afraid, but she trusts me.
She chose me.
And I chose her.
I did it.
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The Na'vi say that every person is born twice. The second time is when you earn your place among The People, forever.
"You, are now children of the Omaticaya." Eytukan's voice holds a weight I can almost feel pressing down on me. A slight smile tugs at his lips.
Jake stands to my left, Neytiri beside him. I catch Jake's eyes and offer a small smile. He returns it, grinning like a fool, before mouthing "Oora" and for a moment, it feel like home.
The hands of the Omaticaya rest on my shoulders, strong, steady. Then Tsu'tey's hand settles on me from behind. The weight heavy, real. A quiet pulse of accomplishment stirs within me.
My eyes sweep across the crowd, elders welcome us, children wide eyed with curiosity, no judgement, only acceptance. The kind of acceptance that makes you want to breathe deeper, even when it feels impossible.
The forest darkens, but the celebrations burst into life. Firelight dances on faces and the sounds of children's laughter fills the space between the trees. The Omaticaya dance around the fire as the sounds of drums play.
I get pulled into the dance, the sounds of laughter and cheering from the other Na'vi as they watch me join them. The rhythm pounds beneath my skin, and I mimic the graceful moves of the women around me, knowing I stumble but letting the joy wash over me anyways.
A laugh bubbles up, light. My gaze flickers toward the treeline. Neytiri and Jake slip away, vanishing into the shadows, away from the fire, away from the attention.
I don't follow, don't ask questions, paying no mind to them. Instead I lose myself in the moment, free, moving breathing. It takes me back, back to the cramped shack we called a home, where Tommy and I danced, the air thick with hope and reckless joy.
I remember Tommy spinning Jakes wheelchair, Jake cursing him out and laughing, all of us tangled in a mess of life and love.
Tommy would've loved this night. I can see him practicing the steps, waiting for the right moment to shine.
Slowly I drift away from the fire, away from the celebration. Away from The People.
Through the glowing flora. To the stream.
Kneeling, I look down at my reflection.
The reflection wavers with the ripples of the stream.
Golden eyes. Blue skin. Stare back at me.
Alien.
I'm starting to forget who I am.
What colour is my skin, after not stepping outside for months in my human body— my real body?
Was my hair longer now? Or was it more matted, considering I've been laying in that pod for months now.
Did I smile like this?
Did my hearing used to be this sharp?
Did I see this clearly?
Didn't my hands feel softer than this?
Did I like the way I looked?
Did I used to breathe this easily... or did I just forget the weight of the mask?
Did I
Did I ever feel this strong before?
Did Jake even notice I stopped asking about her— me.
Did I disappear the moment I didn't wake up?
Did my brain choose to stay here?
Did I choose this deep down?
Did my head always feel this loud when it's quiet?
Did I always wake up not knowing if I was asleep?
Did the headaches start before I stayed too long... or after?
Did I hear a voice in my head that wasn't mine?
Did I used to feel... this far away?
Did I lose myself the moment the bond held longer than it should have?
Did my brain severe the connection?
Did it?
"I don't want to forget." I whisper.
The water reflects grief.
"I don't want to be only this."
Leaves rustle behind me—
Tsutey.
"You look like someone mourning your own celebration."
I say nothing.
He steps forward but doesn't sit, not yet.
"Why me?" The words choke out, directed like a dagger aimed at him.
"Why!" I slap the water, shattering my reflection as tears roll down my face.
Silence.
"I don't even remember my own face," I whisper to myself, shutting my eyes.
I feel Tsu'tey walk beside me before kneeling. "Eywa does not choose lightly. You are meant to be here."
"I didn't ask to be."
"But you are."
He looks at the stream. "Your past lives in you. Not your skin."
His voice is steady. Quiet. Genuine. Not the cocky warrior who called me a demon everyday straight just a month ago.
We sit in silence for a long while, the sounds of distant celebration behind us.
Then he stands and offers you his hand. I don't say anything as we walk back to the hometree together. The firelight illuminating the edge of my sorrows.
This time, as the drums rise again, Tsu'tey does not vanish into the shadows. He stands with me, close, not touching but present.
"You are good at the dance of The People." He says softly trying to cheer me up.
I arch a brow. "You saw me dancing the whole time?"
"I've always seen you." I smile at that happy that he admitted it not knowing the underlying tones of the words that he just uttered.
He smiles. It's small. Barely there, but it's real.
He turns before I can say anything more to him.
I don't chase him, just watch as he moves back to his hunting friends, his stoic expression slips back into place.
Turning back to the celebration the firelight reflects across my face, the warm night bringing every one together.
"I'm one of The People," I whisper.
okay hey im back, my birthdayyyyyy is SOOOONNNNN 24 JUNE🤘🤘🤘🤘😭 anyways it's kinda short, kinda dont care💋 luv ya
had this little thought that made me cackle, so i just had to share. imagine, a human that says “mate” frequently, maybe they’re aussie idk, and the na’vi are shocked. just this human referring to everyone as their mate with some big ass smile on their face while everyone is like…y’all seeing this shit? BUT it gets the na’vi that’s been courting them to assume the process has worked, obvious to the fact the human is oblivious to na’vi courting rituals, so now the human is even more confused when their friend is suddenly very friendly and purring whenever they say “mate” hehe
Miscommunication
Avatar2009 x Avatar!Reader
Summary: Being a dreamwalker in Pandora has its issues, now throw an Aussie into the mix and there’s bound to be miscommunication.
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Deep within the flora of Pandora, the Omatikaya clan was busy preparing for the evenings festivals, the completion of Jake and my iknimaya. The clan members moved gracefully through the trees their lithe bodies blending seamlessly with the vibrant flora.
Among them, a small group of scientists and avatars, their presence a testament to the growing bonds between both species. Among the avatars was Y/n, an australian whos accent refused to relent, even when communicating in Na'vi, a constant reminder of her Earthly roots.
"'ì'awn mi uniltìranyu, I must make no mistakes applying this paint," Ka'ani hissed, his voice low and focused. This was it, I was finally accepted into becoming true Na’vi, and I would complete the ceremony with Ka'ani, someone who had become one of my closest friends on Pandora.
Nearby Jake was undergoing the same preparations. His transformation from a human to a full fledged Omatikaya, with Neytiri helping apply his body paint. This was a rite of message, a bridge between both worlds.
Ka'ani finished applying the paint and lowered his hands onto my shoulders, careful not to smudge the work he had spent the past hour perfecting. "You are ready Y/n. Tonight, you will become one of, The People."
A few months ago...
Jake and I walk into the hometree, surrounded by Na'vi who yip and holler at the sight of us, staring at us with a mix of distrust and disgust moving away from us as we walked forward, leaving a path that led us to the centre off the hometree. Meeting the eyes of the warrior that had bound Jake and I standing next to a well decorated elder Na'vi, clearly the leader of the tribe.
The warrior holding me by my queue pushed me forward slightly, slightly tightening his grip. "Oel ngati kameie," the Na'vi who had found us in the forest says, raising her hand to her to her forehead and lowering it in respect. The elder circles us, his stern gaze filled with disdain as he examines us. Jake gives him a slight nod, as I whisper to Jake, "He might take that as a threat, mate." The elder's ear twitches at my words, looking at me through the corner of his eyes.
After finishing his inspection of us, he returns to the center and says something in Na'vi, addressing the girl in front of us. "What's he saying?" Jake asks, still watching the exchange. "No clue. But he's definitely judging us." I replied back shrugging. The leader says something that makes the warrior next to him and the other Na'vi laugh. 'Definitely made a joke about us.'
"My father is deciding whether to kill you." the female Na'vi says, turning to look at us. The words sending a chill down my spine, as I shift my gaze to the warrior beside her father. "Your father... It's nice to meet you, sir," Jake says, taking a step forward reaching his hand out for him to shake. Immediately, the Na'vi move to restrain him, and the girl pushes him back, shouting something. The warrior holding me tightens his grip, moving his knife closer to my kuru.
Amidst the shouts, a powerful woman's voice echoes down the spiral stairs of the tree. The Na'vi shouts die down as she descends, the female Na'vi whispers, "That is my mother, she is Tsahik. She interprets the will of Eywa."
"What are you called?" The Tsahik asks, circling Jake and I like her husband had done. "I'm Jake Sully, and she's—" Jake starts, but she quickly cuts him off with a quick prick of a hand crafted needle. She turns to me, and I introduce myself, "I'm Y/n." She pricks me too, mixing Jack's and I's blood on the tip of her needle before licking it off.
"Why did you come to us?" she asks looking over at Jake, putting the needle back. "We come to learn," I answer, raising my hands slightly to emphasise my point. She looks away from Jake and steps closer to me. "We have tried to teach other sky people. It is hard to fill a cup that is already full," she says sternly. "Our cups are empty. Trust me. Just ask Dr. Augustine, we're no scientists," Jake interupts, his hand to his chest.
"What are you?" Mo'at says ignoring Jakes plea. "I'm a marine." Jake replies, but the Tsahik doesn't seem to recognize the term. "We are warriors," I interject, hoping the warrior behind the leader would understand. At that he raising his weapon at us, but the leader stops hi, calming the crowd.
The leader addresses the crowd in Na'vi, as he speaks, the murmurs of disagreement grow among them. The Tsahik continues speaking to her daughter and the warrior beside the leader. Finally, she declares, "It is decided. My daughter will teach you our ways, and Tsu'tey will teach you ours. Learn well, JakeSully and Y/n." she then turns to Jake "Then we will see if your insanity can be cured."
...
I wake up in cryo-pod to Norm calling my name. "Y/n, Y/n! Wake up, come back to us." Norm says, tapping my face. "Mate, don't you ever touch my gace," I grumble, using his hand to pull myself up. As he whispers a small sorry. I hurry over to Jake's pod, and when he opens his eyes, we exchange relieved smiles. "Are the avatars safe?" Grace asks. Jake and I nod, exchanging knowing looks. "Yeah, and you're not gonna believe where we are,"
A few days later...
"Engage your core, Uniltìranyu." Tsu'tey commands as I mount the pa'li, forming tsaheylu with it again. I manage a few meters before the pa'li speeds up and drops me onto the mud. Laughter erupts from the treeline, I follow my the sounds with my eyes and see five more Na'vi on pa'li, coming out to watch me struggle.
"I thought you would do better than JakeSully." I heard one of them say as the others cackle in response, I look around to see how Jake is doing and see Neytiri laughing at him as he falls off his pa'li too. "Rude" I mutter to myself as I try and wipe the mud off my body.
"Don't worry Y/n. Maybe you should give it some fruit. It worked with Ka'ani," one of them teases, and the gorup laughs again. There was one who didn't laugh and who I assume Ka'ani is. Looking at him I realise that he was the when who captured me the day Jake and I had arrived. "Don't listen to these sxkwangs, you'll get it soon." He yips and rides off with the others, leaving me to try again. "Thanks mate" I murmer after him, the group turning back to look at me.
Over the following weeks, Ka'ani and I grow closer, helping each other with tasks Tsu'tey sets for us.
"Don't eat that Y/n. It's poisonous," Ka'ani says grabbing my hand away from the dangerous plant.
"Do you want to be my sparing partner?"
"Yovo, that is your favourite fruit?" he asks one day at a communal dinner. After that day he would constantly bring me Yovo throughout the day.
"Come on mate! Don't lose to Jake!" I cheer during a sparing match Ka'ani and Jake were having, ignoring the curious looks from the Na'vi around me.
"I went out on a hunt. I brought you Yerik." Ka'ani said dropping the prey onto the floor in front of me. "Is it good?" He asks looking into my eyes, waiting for my validation. "Thank you Ka'ani." I say smiling as he lets out a toothy grin exiting my tent, his joy evident.
"Have you seen Ka'ani anywhere?" I ask around the vilage stopping where Jake and Neytiri were, "Ah- your 'mate' I saw him enter his tent." Neytiri said pushing me teasingly with a smile on my face. Letting out a quiet thank you I wondered over to his tent.
"Ka'ani? Neytiri had said you would be in here, but I think something is wrong with her." I joke. He turns around, laughing holding a beaded top in his hands.
He held the gift toward me, it was a top, "For you. 'mate'"
Now we're at the final stage of our rite of passage. "Go ahead, you need to catch up," Ka'ani urges as we run through the forest, climbing the vines toward the ikran den. When we arrive, I marvel at the sight. Looking at Ka'ani I realise that he was already looking at me, a smile on his face. "How will we know if the ikran chooses him?" "It will try to kill him."
After a tense struggle, Jake succeeds, and the Na'vi cheer. "It is now your turn Y/n." Tsu'tey says, the mood growing serious again. I enter the den, lasso in hand, and mutter to myself, "C'mon don't embarrass me now..." Just then, a vibrant green, blue and red ikran skreeches and charges at me. I manage to lasso its mouth and climb onto it's back, but it slams me against the cliff wall repeatedly.
"Tsaheylu!" someone shots. I grab its kuru and make the bond, calming the ikran. The Na'vi behind me yip and cheer as I fly off on my ikran, Looking down I saw Ka'ani amongst the others cheering. had did it, I completed my iknimaya.
During the communual dinner, Ka'ani leads to me a big tent. I turn toward him, to see he was already staring at me waiting to see my reaction. "This tent is so beautiful Ka'ani." at that he lets out a say of relief. "Kelku. This is a kelku Y/n. I built it myself." he corrects, "Well Ka'ani this kelku is amazing, I like it, but the nivi would look better on the left and not the right." I tease, Ka'ani chuckles too but seems to take the advice seriously.
"You are now son and daughter among the Omatikaya. You are apart of the people." Eytukan declares as he places a hand on both Jake's and my shoulders. I feel the weight of multiple Na'vi hands on me, and turn my head to see Ka'ani who was already watching me,staring intently at someting, a proud smile hanging from his lips, his hands on top of Tsu'tey and Eytukan own. Glancing around at the Na'vi crowd, I realised that the once uncertain looks were now gone, replaced with fond smiles. It dawns on me then that, we are truly apart of the people.
"Where are we headed mate? the party's way back there," I tease, as Ka'ani pulls me through the forest, occasionally glancing back, "Latsi, Ma Y/n." he replies smoothly, effortlessly navigating over branches and roots.
Pandora's bioluminescence illuminates our path as I playfully chase after him, reaching out to grasp his hand in mine. As we emerge into a clearing, I realise we're at the place he, Tsu'tey and the other students caught Jake and I, where he and I first met. Walking toward the huge log of fallen tree, Ka'ani turns to me, his gaze meeting mine.
"Do you remember this place?" he asks a holding a playful grin. "How could I forget." I say playfully back inching up closer to him so I could breathe in his scent. He looked me over before softly smiling to himself.
"You are wearing the pxen i gifted you." he remarked, slightly playing with the beads on the top. "You accept?" he asks with a smile, though the seriousness of the question isn't lost.
"Of course, mate. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." I say, gently caressing his shoulders as they visibly relax from unseen tension. A broad smile spreads across his lips as he continues to gaze into my eyes. "Muntxa si." he murmurs to me.
"Muntxa si?" I echoed, smiling but still confused.
"It is to mate, we are mated now. You must stop using that word recklessly." he explains, his voice muffled as he nuzzles his face into my neck, breathing in my scent.
"I have already prepared the kelku which I showed you and accepted, and I moved the nivi from right to left for you Ma Y/n, for our future. We must share this with the clan Mas Tìyawn." he says excitedly, grabbing my hand as we run hand-in-hand to Hometree to share the news with everyone.
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i feel like i’m disappointing yall with my content, im so sorry. I’m just so🌚 I love yall who have been with me forever you don’t know how much it motivates me.💗
