Hiii, I hope you’re doing great! I just discovered your account a few days ago and I absolutely loved your writing ❤️ I was wondering if I could do a request because I just had the craziest idea
Reader is from the Tlalim clan but her family is killed by the Mangkwans. Varang’s brother, who is just as crazy as his sister (if not more) forces reader to mate with him. A week after this, Varang’s brother wants reader to have his baby but reader is saved by Neteyam.
I know it’s crazy but I had this idea while I was showering lol. Stay safe 🫶🏼
so this was a fun challenge! i hope you kinda like it :)
neteyam x tlalim!reader
The philosophy of the Tlalim was a simple, drifting truth: the wind gives, and the wind takes. But as you stood upon the deck of your father’s great sky-gondola, the wind felt like a warm blessing.
The ship had drifted into the turquoise sanctuary of Awa’atlu, its massive sails humming with the breath of Pandora. You moved through the crates with the grace of the windrays that powered your home.
Your long, dark hair was braided in slender, intricate strands that fell past your waist, threaded with iridescent seeds—a style unique to you, a storyteller’s crown.
You wore a vibrant orange feathered halter top that shimmered like a forest fire, and a matching beaded loincloth that sat low on your hips, clinking softly with every step.
"Look! Neteyam, look!"
A small, frantic hand snatched Neteyam’s, dragging him toward your stall. He followed, stumbling as Tuk’s excitement pulled him forward. He looked up to apologize for his sister’s rowdiness, but the words died in his throat.
He was struck, breathless, by the sight of you. You were radiant. As you knelt to Tuk’s level, matching her wide-eyed wonder, you began showing her beads from every corner of the world.
Neteyam stood in a daze, his amber eyes locked onto yours every time you looked up. He felt a jolt in his chest, his ears twitching forward in a display of pure, unshielded fascination. You gave him a knowing, gentle smile before turning back to Tuk.
"A gift from the Tlalim," you whispered, handing her the treasures for free.
Tuk thanked you loudly, nearly knocking Neteyam over as she dragged him away. Neteyam managed one last, lingering look back at you, a flush darkening his blue cheeks, his heart memorizing the sway of your hair before he disappeared into the crowd.
The joy of Awa’atlu vanished in a scream of tearing wood. Days after leaving the reef, the Mangkwan raiders descended like a plague of soot.
The attack was brutal. Your father, Peylak, fought until the deck was slick with blood, but the gondola was brought down in a skeleton of fire. When you regained consciousness, you were pinned in the wreckage, the air thick with the smell of burning textiles and death.
The smoke parted, and a figure emerged. He was broader than any Na'vi you had ever seen, his skin a washed out blue with red and black painted all over him.
This was Ka’un, Varang’s brother. He knelt over you, his weight a crushing mountain. He didn't look at you like a prisoner; he looked at you with a terrifying, wide-eyed hunger.
"So bright," he rasped, his voice like stones grinding together. He grabbed your chin, forcing your head back until it hurt. His fingers, hot and calloused, traced the line of your throat before descending.
He ghosted his hand over your belly, pressing down firmly enough to make you gasp. "The wind was greedy to keep this for itself. You will bear my children. You will carry Mangkwan fire in this pretty, soft shell."
He dragged you back to the volcanic wastes, and there, it began.
The ritual of the forced Tsaheylu was not a joining; it was an execution of your spirit. Ka’un snarled as he seized your queue, yanking it so violently you heard your neck crack. He didn't wait. He watched as your queue’s tendrils mended with his own.
The pain was blinding. It felt like white-hot needles being driven into your brain. A horrific torrent of his mind flooded yours—images of the massacre, the sound of your father’s yells to take cover or flee, and the jagged, erratic joy Ka’un felt while watching your people burn.
You shrieked, your body arching and convulsing on the jagged stone, but he held the bond tight, forcing his darkness into every corner of your mind until you felt your own identity beginning to dissolve under the weight of his madness.
When he finally broke the connection, you collapsed, shivering and hollow, your spirit felt as thought it was cracking.
Word of the massacre reached Awa’atlu like a poison. In the council circle, Jake Sully’s face was grim. "The Mangkwan are looking for a fight. If we go now, we bring that war here. We stand down. We regroup."
Neteyam stood in the shadows, his hands shaking with a silent fury. Neteyam had to ignore the orders to stand down. He couldn't eat; he couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your moss-green eyes clouded with terror
Late that night, while the village slept, Neteyam whistled for his ikran.
"He goes on his own path," Neytiri whispered, standing beside Jake as they watched the silhouette of their eldest son vanish into the stars.
Jake moved to stop him, but Neytiri placed a firm hand on his chest. "He has the heart of a leader— your strong heart Jake. He will succeed in whatever it is he is doing. Let him fly."
He had flown for two days, his ikran screaming with exhaustion, until he found the Mangkwan camp.
He watched from the shadows of a jagged ridge. You were tied to an obsidian pillar, your hair covered in ash, your vibrant orange top torn and grey. Ka’un stood nearby, distracted by a his sister’s ritual, his back turned.
Neteyam moved like a shadow. He didn't just rescue you; he moved with a silent, lethal fury. As you looked up, the light finally returned to your eyes—the first spark of life since the crash. You saw him.
He took Ka'un out with a single, devastating strike, silencing the monster before he could cry out. He cut your binds, catching you as your weakened legs gave way. "I've got you," he breathed, his voice a frantic, protective whisper. "I've got you."
You ran until the orange glow of the volcanoes was a distant bruise on the horizon.
Eventually, they reached a hidden spring, a small ribbon of crystal-clear water cutting through the ferns. You were covered in the filth of the Mangkwans—soot, dried blood, and the lingering scent of Ka’un.
You sat by the water’s edge, your hands trembling so violently you couldn't even cupped the water.
You felt disgusting, the phantom sensation of Ka’un’s touch still burning on your skin.
Neteyam knelt beside you. He didn't say a word. He took a soft leaf, dipped it in the cool water, and began to gently wipe the ash from your face.
His touch was the polar opposite of Ka’un’s; it was light, reverent, and hesitant.
As he moved to your arms, cleaning the grime from your skin, you finally looked at him. "I can still feel him," you whispered, your voice cracking. "In my head. He... he tried so hard to break it."
Neteyam stopped. He reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand over yours. "He is gone. The water is washing him away," he said firmly.
He spent the next hour helping you rinse the grey from your hair and skin, his ears twitching with a focused, quiet care until you finally looked like the girl he remembered from the market.
"Thank you, Neteyam," you whispered.
"You are safe now, i will get you back to your father" he replied, his amber eyes holding yours. "I promise."
In the morning, the sun broke through the forest. Neteyam helped you onto his ikran, placing you in front of him.
You were so mentally and physically exhausted that you couldn't even hold the saddle.
"Sleep," Neteyam commanded softly. "I will not let you fall."
As the ikran took to the sky, heading back toward the coast, you leaned back against his chest.
he steady thrum of his heartbeat against your spine was the most beautiful melody you had ever heard. You fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, finally free of the ash.
Neteyam held the reins with one hand and kept the other wrapped firmly around your waist. He looked down at your sleeping face, then toward the horizon where Awa'atlu waited.
He knew his father would be waiting on the beach, his face set in stone, ready to deliver a scolding that would last for days.
But as he felt your breathing even out against his chest, Neteyam just tightened his grip and smiled.
Let him talk, he thought. The wind brought her back.
a/n: neteyam is alive in this. he’s alive i promise. watched afaa again so i could get this out. i need more of the windtraders. they’re so cool. also i did it. i wrote the concept that’s been plaguing my mind!
cw: fluff, mentions of courting
wc: 700
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the nights could be cold while traveling in the air. though the fire of new friendship kept y/n warm.
she laughed dancing and singing along to her people’s songs. she laughed at the air breather-spider, his name was. she clapped along with the beat.
jakesully, torok makto, had begged peylak to take his family. y/n paid no mind to the conversation. her mind was elsewhere.
his name was neteyam. he was kind to her, they traded, conversed. neteyam listened and held on to every word she said.
he was fascinated by her. the way she moved, the way she spoke. a daughter of the air…
anyone could see it… the way the two looked at each other. the way neteyam followed y/n around, holding her hand.
tsireya and lo’ak giggled watching the two of them. y/n showed her crafts to neteyam, her art, her creations, he loved them all. he could see the care and talent in everything she made.
y/n had given him a carved ikran made from the trees from his home. he held it delicately in his hand. he thanked her kindly. y/n smiled and waved him off. “it is nothing.”
“no it is not nothing, it’s beautiful… thank you, y/n.”
she smiled hearing her name come from his lips.
neteyam watched as y/n helped the airships take flight. how she swung from the ropes landing gracefully.
night had fallen. she had taken his hand. “come with me, ‘teyam.” she left her new friends at the fire, and walked with him.
the two stood looking at the night sky now. a shiver ran through neteyam. y/n noticed. “wait, i have something for you.”
neteyam turned as y/n ran off. he held his arms around himself trying to warm up. he wondered what y/n was doing.
she returned with a cloak, a green cloak. she ran behind neteyam and wrapped it around him. “surprise!”
neteyam jumped. he gathers the fabric in his hand. “for me?”
“yes. i thought it would bring out your eyes.” y/n comments. she looks down and fiddles with her hands. “i know it can get quite cold up here at times.”
“thank you y/n.” he wraps the cloak around himself. he stands next to her. they resume looking at the night sky together.
y/n felt a hand brush against hers. she takes it and looks at neteyam. she smiles at him. he smiles back.
neteyam wrapped an arm around y/n’s shoulders. y/n looked to him with wide eyes.
“i-sorry.” he removes his hand quickly. y/n grabs it and shakes her head.
“no… it is alright.”
neteyam smiles and places his hand back around her. he pulls her close and watch the night sky.
y/n points out constellations, telling their stories. neteyam leans his head on y/n’s shoulder. she smiles and rests her head against him. they turn to look at each other. neteyam leans in when a voice cuts them off-
“neteyam!” it was his sister, tuk. he groans.
“what tuk?”
“are you courting y/n?” she asked a grin covering her small face.
y/n tries to cover her laugh. she turns away.
neteyam kneels down to his sister, “no… no tuk i’m not. we are just watching the stars.”
tuk lowers her voice to a whisper. “well i think you should. kiri does too, and lo’ak and tsireya and-“
neteyam laughs and places a hand on her head gently. “okay tuk okay.”
“tuk! come back here!” it was kiri. you turn and wave to her. “sorry, just ignore us. go back to whatever you were doing!” she waves her hand awkwardly.
tuk giggles and leaves with her sister.
“i am so sorry about them.”
“no need to apologize ‘teyam. she is sweet. kiri too.”
“tuk is a little troublemaker.”
“what is it she asked?” y/n inquires with a tilt of her head.
“she asked if i was courting you.”
y/n purses her lips. “and if you were?”
“well i’d better show you my appreciation for these gifts you’ve given me.”
“and how do you plan on that?”
neteyam leans in and places a kiss on y/n’s cheek. y/n places a hand on her cheek and smiles.
“i see you.”
“i… i see you y/n…”
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can i request a hate sex blurb w/ varang? it’s consensual ofc but can there also be scissoring?????? thank youuuuuu
beg me | varang x fem!tlalim!reader | 18+
fed up with the constant raids, you meet with the tsahik of the ash clan
a/n: my gay ass is so happy i got this request. THE SCISSORING FIC
cw: pwp (not really), hate sex, gonna tag this as dubious consent just in case, mean varang, oral (r receiving), fingering, scissoring (wahoo), overstimulation, no kuru stuff in this one sorry
wc: 1.5k
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y/n’s heart was beating out of her chest. maybe this was a bad idea, maybe she should turn around and go home. maybe, just maybe, she shouldn’t have come alone.
she traveled to the ash people overnight, sneaking away from her own clan, the windtraders.
y/n was exhausted by the time she arrived. it was midday. the sun was beating down upon her. she sweat under her cloak.
y/n had been warned about varang. how she was dangerous, she couldn’t be trusted, she’d kill you in an instant. or worse, she would cut your kuru off, some surviving, losing their connection with eywa. y/n shuddered at the thought.
a group of mangkwan began to surround y/n. she held out her hands, showing no weapons. “i’ve come to speak to your tsahik.” she bravely announces.
the mangkwan question her further, she doesn’t answer them. y/n was here to speak to varang and varang only.
she’s pushed onto her knees in front of a yurt. someone calls out for their tsahik. y/n waits anxiously.
varang appears, almost graciously as she opens the flap of her yurt. she takes in the sight before her, a lone windtrader on her knees in front of her.
“well well, isn’t this a surprise.” varang says a cruel smile on her face.
“tsahik varang, i’ve come to speak with you.”
varang crouches down in front of y/n, studying the woman in front of her. she smirks. “speak to me about what?” she tilts her head.
“i want you to stop your raids upon my people, just let us pass along in peace. please.”
varang traces a finger along y/n’s kuru. y/n cursed under her breath. she knew of varang’s abuse of her own kuru, controlling people with it. the thought of it frightening her…
“don’t touch me there,” y/n orders.
varang widens her eyes. “you come to me, to my people, my land, and you think you can give me demands?”
“i’m not giving demands, i’m asking for a favor.”
feeling many eyes on her, varang grabs y/n’s kuru and makes her stand up. “come inside.”
y/n obeys, following close behind the tsahik.
y/n enters her yurt. she takes in the decor, varang’s knives on display, bones hang from the ceiling in intricate patterns.
“so windtrader,” she lets go of y/n’s braid. “you wish me to stop my raids, yes?”
“yes. that’s right.”
varang simply laughs. “no… i won’t.”
“please! if you do not stop attacks could we at least trade peacefully? i ask you to stop killing my people.” y/n begs.
“and what about my people? we starve, no help out here, no help from the other clans. our raids upon your people are fruitful.”
y/n shakes her head. she wipes the sweat off her forehead, this was going to be harder than she thought.
“take off your clothes.” varang says. “you must be hot under all those…”
y/n feels a stirring in her lower belly. without a second thought she obeys, taking off her cloak. she wasn’t naked now, no, but she did feel more exposed in front of varang.
“isn’t that better?” varang towers over y/n, she places a hand on y/n’s cheek. y/n feels the ash and paint on her hands, grimacing slightly in how dry varang’s hands are.
“yes. thank you.” y/n answers. varang drops her hand from her face, y/n’s head follows slightly. varang laughs, taking note on how the woman in front of her responded to her touch.
varang kneels in front of the fire in the center of her yurt. “what is your name windtrader?” she collects powder in her fingers and turns to drop it in the fire. the fire rises slightly then calms again.
y/n gives her name.
varang repeats it. drawing it out on her tongue.
“so you wish me to stop my raids, what will you give me in return?”
“you know who we are, we can trade peacefully, anything you want!”
“anything i want?” varang asks with a tilt of her head.
y/n was desperate now. “yes. anything. please.”
varang stares into y/n’s eyes. “fine then. you will please me here tonight, and i will give you what you want.”
y/n shakes her head confused. “what?!”
“is that not what you said? anything i want?”
“i did…” you felt a burning in between her legs now. she couldn’t deny varang was a strikingly beautiful woman. y/n wasn’t stupid. she could read in between the lines. “fine. i consent varang.”
varang laugh is high pitched. she grabs y/n’s jaw and kisses her. y/n immediately surrenders to her. she allows varang’s tongue to enter her mouth. she moans as their tongues fight for dominance.
y/n feels varang start to fiddle with her top. “remove this.” varang demands.
y/n obeys. varang kneels in front of her and takes one nipple into her mouth, tongue teasing. y/n lets out a moan. she bites the back of her hand. she places her hands in varang’s hair. “feels good…”
varang smirks, she bites down slightly. y/n squeals. “sshhh y/n. i’ve barely touched you.” varang puts her hand in between y/n’s legs. her legs buckle. varang holds her up. “oh, you are fun. so wet for me already.”
y/n tries to regain her composure, “shut up,” was all that came out.
varang lightly slaps y/n’s still clothed cunt. y/n curses as varang laughs. “lay down windtrader.” varang snaps.
“fine.” y/n obeys, laying on the fur that was on the floor of the yurt. y/n breathes heavily as she removes her tweng. she carefully sets her songcord on it beside her.
varang had removed her top and tewng as well. now both women were naked. varang straddles y/n and leans over and kisses her again. she kisses down y/n’s body, her nimble fingers play with y/n’s nipples again.
“varang… please…” the words leave her mouth before she could stop them. y/n’s face got hot.
varang lifted her head, eyes never leaving y/n’s as she lowers herself down in between y/n’s legs. “so impatient.”
varang immediately attaches her lips to y/n’s clit and begins to suck. y/n cries out and grabs her head. varang’s tongue swirls around it, gathering y/n’s arousal, and swallowing it. her tongue leaves her clit to tongue fuck her. varang’s tongue goes in and out of y/n’s entrance. she felt her clench around her tongue.
y/n tries to hold herself together, she can’t let this witch win. she holds varang against her cunt and grinds against varang’s face, taking momentary control.
“eat it. eat it varang…”
varang laughs as she continues her work. she slides two fingers into y/n’s cunt. y/n cries out in pleasure and praises her. varang fingers her hard. y/n could already feel her orgasm creeping up on her. not yet she thought.
y/n tries to hold back, but with varang’s fingers and tongue, her orgasm washes over her suddenly. she cries out in defeat as she grinds against varang’s face, letting out a string of curses.
“such a mouth you have, windtrader.” she places several kisses to y/n’s cunt, and slaps it lightly.
y/n jolts up. “stop stop…” she lays down back on the furs, breathing heavy.
varang cant stop laughing as she cleans her fingers with her mouth, relishing in y/n’s taste. “you don’t mean that..”
y/n rolls her eyes, calming down from her intense orgasm.
varang straddles y/n again. “look at me.” she demands. y/n obeys, her jaw set, eyes piercing.
varang lifts up one of your legs and lays one of hers on top of your pelvis. y/n gasps as she feels varang’s cunt meet her own. her clit was hard like hers.
“this is what you want?” y/n asks. “fine.” y/n begins to grind against varang. varang cries out.
y/n leans her upper body up, moving her hips harder. “you like that varang?”
“yes, yes yes.” varang lost in her own pleasure answers lazily. her eyes were closed. her hips didn’t stop moving against y/n’s.
y/n slams her hips against varang. both of their cunts meeting and departing only to meet again. y/n wraps her tail around varang’s other leg.
the two lose themselves in pleasure, both fighting for dominance. though varang being taller than y/n, y/n was stronger. she had the upper hand. she dominated varang with her hips.
y/n grabs varang’s jaw. “you’ll give me what i want? enough raids. enough death.”
“beg me.” varang responds.
y/n holds back a moan and obeys. “please.”
“again.”
“please!” y/n moves her hips harder, feeling another orgasm approaching. “are you close?” y/n asks.
varang whines and nods. “keep begging me, oh!-“
y/n begs her behind gritted teeth. the sounds like music to varang’s ear.
varang comes with a smile on her face. y/n follows soon after. their hips slow down. y/n’s hips trembled. varang’s legs shook.
without thinking twice, y/n pushes varang on her back and gets on top of her. she kisses varang hard, claiming dominance.
y/n pulls back in a haze. “do i have your word, witch? have i convinced you?”
varang simply laughs and rolls her hips again, still begging for stimulation. “i haven’t decided yet.” she kisses you quickly. “i’m not done with you yet, pet.”
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“they’re here! the wind traders are here!” the announcement ran all through the village on excited raised voices.
tsireya gasps, dropping her basket. you’ve come back! tsireya rushes out of her marui and looks up in the sky. the wind rays were floating beautifully in the air. she wondered where you were. did you already land?
a smile was on tsireya’s face as she searches her village. many of the tlalim clan was landing, setting up their wares, greeting old friends, making new ones.
you were unloading your baskets of jewelry and clothing. a smile was on your face as you take in your surroundings. you loved coming to awa’atlu, your first time here, you met a beautiful girl named tsireya. ever since she never left your mind. her family was kind to you. everytime you visited, you and tsireya spent most of your time together, as much as you could.
you heard your name being called, you turn and see her. tsireya. you got up from where you sat and ran to her. a smile was on her face as she runs towards you as well. you laugh as you hug her. you pick her up and spin her around, her laugh joins yours.
“i’m so glad you’re here!” tsireya exclaims as you set her down. she presses her forehead to yours.
“i’m so happy to be back. i have so many things to tell you and show you!”
that night, you and tsireya danced around the fire together. you had met the family of torok makto, making friends with kiri, lo’ak and tuk! they all joined, watching you and tsireya.
you had spent the whole day with tsireya, catching up, trading your goods with the metkayina. you snuck away to walk on the beach holding hands. you braided each others hair, swam in the ocean, and exchanged gifts. she had given you a beautiful sea aquamarine knife, you gave her an intricate necklace you had crafted, working months on. it was made of materials you had collected from all of your travels. she held it delicately as she thanks you.
music and cheers roar through the village.
your mind quickly wandered to the conversation you had with peylak, you had asked if you could stay with tsireya and her clan. you felt at home here. you loved the metkayina people, you loved tsireya.
tsireya notices the shift in your demeanor. “what is wrong?” she asks.
“well, i had asked peylak if i could stay here, after they left. i had hoped to spend more time with you and your family. you’ve always made me feel so welcome here, i understand it’s a big ask.” your hands fiddled with your songcord.
tsireya grabs both of her hands in yours. “i think my sa’nok (mother) and sempul (father) would say yes. they always say they enjoy when you’re here, even aonung loves your company. at least he definitely loves trading with you.”
you laugh. “and i him.”
out of the corner of your eye you see peylak’s orange cloak. you turn and see ronal and tonowari behind him, both looking pleased.
you greet them. “i see you olo’ekytan, i see you tsahik!”
“surely we are past all formalities.” ronal says, a soft smile on her face.
“how are you ronal?”
“my baby is almost here, but i am well.”
tonowari speaks up. “windtrader, peylak has told us of your request to stay with us. we grant you your wish, until the next time your clan returns.
“really? i can stay?”
“yes child, you may stay, you respect the metkayina way, you are a fast learner, resourceful. you have a good heart. it would be an honor.” ronal finishes.
you look to tsireya, she has a smile on her face. “thank you!” she cries. you both turn to and embrace each other.
“i’m so happy, tsireya!” you cant stop smiling. “thank you ronal, tonowari. thank you peylak.” you bow your head to the three of them. they bow back.
“this is your home for now.” peylak says. “don’t forget us, yes?”
you laugh and shake your head. “never, peylak. thank you. thank you again.”
tisreya places her head on your shoulder. “thank you, sa’nok (mother), thank you sempul (father)!”
“you will be in charge of showing them our ways tsireya, i trust you can do that?” ronal asks.
tsireya nods. “it’s my honor.”
“so it’s settled.” tonowari taps his staff. “do not stay up too late now. you still have responsibilities, all of you.” he nods to you and tsireya, and the sully kids.
“yes sir!” tuk’s tiny voice sounds off in the back.
the three adults turn and leave.
“tomorrow, i’m teaching you how to ride an ilu,” tsireya whispers in your ear. you laugh and kiss her forehead.
“i cannot wait.”
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