I imagine that Tsu'tey teaches spider, coz he saw Spider protecting Tsu'teys son (Tsayo) from bullies. Even that Spider is so much smaller, he is very kind and brave. Tsayo gets bullied coz he is more pale and light hair and the children call him half demon. But Spider alsways stands up for him.
Synopsis, Spider wasn’t the first human born on Pandora, but he was the first to grow up on it. You had Neytiri’s heart long before Jake came along, and you’d have both of theirs long after. The problem is, humans weren’t meant for Pandora. Even so, Eywa saw you, and it seems like she accepted you. Maybe that's why, even after being without you for so long, they saw you again.
WC: 10.5k (oh wow)
inspired by @jsooly taken in by the sullys series!
A/N: I wrote this quite literally at 5 am, and it's drastically different from my usual writing style, but I like it! Very bittersweet! and written with the assumption that whoever is reading this knows about Sylwanin and her lore.
You were born to a soldier on Pandora, a Seargant who seemed unbothered by her pregnancy during her term. The RDA wasn’t progressive, not at all, but they weren’t so cruel (at least to their own race) that they’d force a pregnant woman into work. Your mother simply made the decision to keep working, no matter how unsafe it was.
After she gave birth to you, she seemed… inattentive at best. She took maternity leave for the required period of time and got back into the action once she was cleared, leaving you essentially alone. It wasn’t long after her redeployment that she was killed in action along with the rest of her squad. An unfortunate accident in the dangerous wilds of Pandora
So, motherless and unclaimed by a father, you were orphaned. Too young for Cryo, they let you stay. Your mother's room became yours and yours alone.
Of course, the RDA base was no place for a child. Ill-equipped and non-accommodative. The higher-ups reasoned that you’d best be left to the scientists and doctors. They’d know how to take care of a kid best, right?
Of course, no one really paid much attention to you. Giving the minimum attention necessary to keep you alive, lest they carry the guilt of neglecting an infant to death.
Grace wasn’t sure what to think of you when you were put in her care. She was a scientist, not a babysitter. Her focus was on the Na’vi, their way of life, and the organisms living on Pandora. She didn’t have time to look after a kid.
You were shucked off onto some lower-level scientists and assistants. She didn’t hear much from you other than your crying, which was always met with swift confinement to your room with your current caretaker.
Eventually, though, you became autonomous. You were quick, slippery, and curious. The ones in charge of you didn’t pay much attention, which led to you sneaking around. Once, finding your way into Grace's lab.
She found you at her desk, standing on her chair in only an ill-fitting t-shirt and diapers, leaning over and staring at the projection of various pictures she had up.
Grace wasn’t cruel; she may not have wanted to be responsible for you, but she held the same fondness for kids that most did.
Carefully, she picked you up, sitting you in her lap, and asked you what you were doing.
“Pic!” Is all you blurted out, head turned around, and staring at her with your wide and curious eyes. Grace chuckled, nodding as she hummed and affirmed your babbles.
You spent the rest of that day in her hold, watching as she scrolled through the pictures and videos she had in the database, explaining, in the most child-friendly way, the ones you were interested in.
Being just over a year old, you weren’t still in her lap. Wriggling around, grabbing at her and objects, even standing up in her lap and jumping up and down, which she swiftly stopped. Despite all this, Grace was patient with you. Perhaps it was your curiosity for Pandora that softened her, the fact that you were interested in something she’d devoted her life to researching.
A new brain to fill, maybe.
So, you made frequent trips to the lab after that. Slipped past your caretakers and crawling into Grace or Max’s laps, whoever was available, and babbling on and on. You weren’t the center of attention or a priority, but you became somewhat of a soft spot for Grace and her fellow scientists. Not as much of a burden, anymore.
It wasn’t long before you started picking up on the Na’vi phrases being used, especially once you discovered the parts of the lab dedicated more towards the avatars and culture of the Na’vi. Grace, ever the enabler of your interest in Pandora, started speaking to you in almost strictly Na’vi.
Being so young, you picked up on it incredibly quickly, nearly at the same speed as English, which you’d only really started learning a month or two prior.
It was cute to them, having a little human baby babbling in Na’vi and focusing so intently on the fauna and flora you saw in catalogs. Some even joked that your bedtime book should be the one Grace wrote.
They called you the LabRat around the base. A term of endearment, of course. Many knew about you, the loose kid on base who scurried around and spent almost as much time in the lab as the scientists. You were cute. But really, that’s all you were to them, a cute kid.
But to Grace? Somewhere along the way, she grew more fond of you than she’d expected. She ate with you at breakfast, watching you messily eat out of the corner of her eye as she held conversations with the other scientists. You stuck to her side, only ever really leaving it when you wanted to be with Max or go to sleep. Even then, she often had to carry you to your room multiple times throughout the day when you fell asleep in her lap.
You spent a lot of time with Max, too. Whenever Grace was in her Avatar, which was often, you found yourself with him. He was always a little softer with you, having been more fond and sympathetic with you earlier on.
He treated you more like a kid than most others. He didn’t really try to feed your curiosity with Pandora, instead focusing on the fact that you were a deprived orphan child. He was the most suited to take care of you, probably.
At some point, you found your way into the Avatar lab, watching through the windows. No one really saw it coming, but you escaped. With your little mask that was slightly too big for your face, you ran out the door, gunning right for Grace’s Avatar.
They didn’t really think you’d recognize her, but you did, and you wanted to see her. Of course, you were a little intimidated by her drastic change in appearance and height, but at this point, you knew about the Na’vi and Avatars, so you didn’t have much of a problem.
Grace, in her Avatar form, was perhaps even more loving towards you. Maybe it was the youth of the body, or the fact that she had her own internal favoritism for it, but she seemed happier. Something you picked up on quickly.
You loved being outside. No longer were you content being cooped up in the lab, you wanted to see the forest! Of course, they weren’t exactly ok with the idea, but your crying eventually convinced them.
Grace decided to take you to the school. She’d made excellent progress with the Omaticaya through the school, maybe it would be good to start introducing some direct human contact… through you. And she figured it could be good for your development, meeting beings that weren’t just inattentive scientists and soldiers.
With your mask on and sporting your cutest clothes, Grace took you to the school. The Na’vi kids were unsure about you at first, with their adverse feelings about Skypeople, but eventually they opened up.
You were small, so incredibly small. Even the young children had no problems holding and cradling you. You were cute in your own, human, way.
They were intrigued by the fact that your Na’vi was as good as your English. Granted, neither were particularly good, seeing as you were a toddler, but it's the fact that they were at the same level that they admired.
Sylwanin was especially interested in you, often taking you in her arms, cooing and coddling you.
“Sa’nok, she’s so small!” She’d exclaim to Grace, who’d laugh in response.
“Well, she’s human. You’re probably at least 2 feet taller than my human body, and I’m an adult.” She leaned over Sylwanin, smiling down at the scene. “She’s just a youngin’, not even 2 years old.”
From then on, you were a regular addition to Grace’s school and a personal favorite of Sylwanin and Neytiri. The two sisters absolutely adored you. Cooing over you and your babbles, sitting you in between them or on one of their laps during the lessons.
Often, they’d sit in the back with you, giggling at your tiny body and antics, brushing your hair, or watching as you fiddled with whatever toy or objects you could get your hands on.
Between your time in the lab and out at the school, you were the first human to be culturally raised Na’vi. It was fascinating to Grace.
Tsu’tey was cautious of you at first, unsure of how to handle how small and frail you were. But out of everything, you were also incredibly persistent and curious. Somehow, you found yourself worming your way into Tsu’tey’s arms, waddling up to him and demanding he pick you up through body language.
Sylwanin found this utterly adorable, how you’d stand there and “Hmf!” until he reached down and picked you up. He didn’t really know how to hold you, hands tucked under your armpits, torso and legs dangling in the air, but you crawled your way around him, finding yourself sitting on his shoulders. Well, shoulder, to be exact. You could comfortably sit on one, granted it was with one of his hands on your legs to keep your balance while you grabbed onto his braids.
“Tey-Tey” “Wanin” and “Tiri” you called them, not really able to pronounce their full names. They, of course, didn’t care, cooing at the babble of nicknames you gave them.
In turn, they started to call you “Syulì'ang”, a butterfly-like insect that was known for its characteristic claws that latched it onto whatever it landed on. A fitting nickname, they all thought.
Their sweet Syulì'ang. Tsu’tey was more or less simply amused by you once he was comfortable. He wasn't as doting as Sylwanin or Neytiri or some of the others; he liked you, but it was more or less than he was entertained by you.
Of course, that changed the more you stuck around. By the time you’d learned to walk well enough to walk to the school yourself, with Grace accompanying you, of course, he was always waiting by the doorway. He’d give a simple nod to Grace when the pair of you came into view, and he tried to remain stoic as you ran forward, your small body knocking into his tall legs and calling out his name, but Grace, and just about anyone else who really knew him, could see through it.
You spent your developmental years at the school, growing up so quickly that the Na’vi kids didn’t know what to do. When they first met you, you could barely walk, and all you could really do was babble and string together words, but years passed, and you began holding conversations and moving around fairly fluidly.
Of course, you were still small and babyish, still just a toddler, but toddlers grew and changed fast.
You were like their baby sister. Tsmuke, they called you. To them, you were really no different from another Na’vi kid. You spoke fluently, you were young and saw the world in a manner that seemed to reflect their own cultural point of view, perhaps from your exposure to it.
Grace couldn’t really place when she started to love you. Maybe it was when you first called her “Sa’nok”, copying the kids at the schoolhouse. Maybe it was when that transformed into “Sa’nu”, or when it became “mama” when back in the lab. Maybe it was that day you first caught her attention, having snuck into the lab and into her heart.
She never corrected you when you called her those things, even when she got odd stares from the others around when you did. They just didn’t get it. They were too wrapped up in their own world. And yeah, so was she, but at some point, you became a part of her world.
She didn’t really think of herself as your parent, but she didn’t mind if you thought of her as one. She wasn’t really the nicest; she was definitely more of a ‘tough love’ kind of parental figure, but that wasn’t really all that bad.
Pandora wasn’t suited for you. You weren’t supposed to be there, and it wasn’t a good place for you by any means. You weren’t given proper attention or affection, and when you were, it wasn't consistent. Grace and Max, and the Na’vi kids weren’t role model family figures, but they tried, and they loved you, no matter how… odd it was.
At some point, you’d met Mo’at and Eytukan. Likely, they’d heard of you from their daughters and Tsu’tey. It was hard to tell what they thought of you, after all, they had their own reservations about the humans, only allowing the school to function due to Sylwanin's request.
But they liked you enough. You were a kid, a toddler, innocent in what was being done to their planet. You didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of any prejudice they held towards the humans. You spoke the language and learned beside their children. You seemed to love the forest as if it were your own home.
Formally, you met Mo’at when you fell down and scraped yourself while running out of the school, being chased by Sylwanin. You cried, of course, but Sylwanin, as calm as ever, simply scooped you up and told Grace she was taking you to her mother to get fixed up, running off before she could object.
You watched the Tsahik in awe as she worked on you, rubbing a salve on your wounds, her jewelry and beadings clinking together as she did so. You watch her in silence, Sylwanin giggling at your entranced demeanor. At the end, climbing back into Sylwanin’s arms, you turned and told Mo’at she was magnificent. A big word for your age.
Mo’at had to admit, you were a charming little kid.
Neytiri was especially charmed by you, often taking you from anyone else's arms to hold you in hers. It became a running joke that she’d adopt and steal you away if she could. She never denied it.
You could always be found fiddling with her hair or necklaces, pulling at them or putting them in your mouth. Neytiri, despite not liking your actions, was patient with you, simply giggling as she pulled it from your grasp and pointed your attention elsewhere.
Some people on base started to voice complaints about you being out too much. Being gifted jewelry and pieces by Sylwanin and Neytiri, and one piece from Tsu’tey, you began dressing in them every day.
Of course, the complaints went nowhere, being no more than off-hand comments made by people who had no role or responsibility in your upbringing. As loved as you were, you were still overlooked more often than not, just an orphan kid who wandered in and out of the base. Outside of Grace, Max, and a few other scientists, no one really cared.
You had your routine. Getting up, spending time with Max before running out with Grace to the school. The school was your favorite place, you often told Neytiri and Tsu’tey in giddy whispers. You felt free and loved. It was your place.
When Sylwanin stopped showing up, you were sad. You missed her. Really, she was your favorite.
You didn’t understand why you stopped going to the school, why Grace started arguing with a bunch of the soldiers more often, and why you were no longer allowed outside of the base. You cried a lot, saying you wanted your Tsmuke’s and Tsmukan. You wanted to go to the school, you wanted to see Neytiri and Sylwanin and Tsu’tey and the others.
You cried when a scientist, tired of your whining, told you they probably didn’t want to see you.
Grace had a hard time comforting you. She didn’t know what to say, struggling with her own grief and guilt in the whole situation. All she could do was hold you and tell you that things were going to be okay.
It was a while before you stopped crying so much. You still whined about wanting to go outside, but you learned to stop when asked. You spent your nights fiddling with the gifts from Neytiri and Sylwanin, the jewelry they crafted for you, the toy Mo’at gifted you once, and the Ikran Tsu’tey carved for you out of wood. They were your most treasured pieces.
You worked on your own gifts for them, on and off, through the two years you spent without them.
You were six by the time Jake came around. You became attached to him very quickly.
He’d just made it to base and was getting filled in by Norm. His introduction to Grace wasn’t going well, bordered by her hostility towards him being there in place of his brother. Before he could say anything else, you bounded into the room.
“Sa'nu! sa'nu! 'ur 'upe oe run!” Mama! Mama! Look what I found! You yelled, stopping at her feet and shoving an insect you were cradling in your palm into her face.
She glanced at the bug and tilted her head, raising a brow at you. “ Y/n, nga kame nga're ke tung wrrpa, ‘itetsyip.” You know you’re not allowed outside, little one.
You pouted, stomping your foot. “Oe ke wrrkä! tsal pamähem ne oe.” I didn't go out! It came to me. You insisted. Grace merely rolled her eyes with a grin as she ruffled your hair.
Jake looked at Norm, confused, who translated a lazy “she’s showing her a bug.” for him.
As if you just noticed their presence, you awkwardly glanced at the two, shyly shuffling behind Grace. Jake glanced between you and Grace before leaning in.
“What’s that you got there?” He asked, smiling as he watched your facial expression change. Before he knew it, you were launched into a whole explanation about the bug. It's name, both scientific and Na’vi, and all the fun little characteristics you noticed and pointed out to him.
It was easy to tell who you’re favorite was going to be among the newest science recruits. You became quick friends with the ex-Marine, demanding his attention whenever he wasn’t busy.
You were an interesting little thing. Energetic as all could be, running around like you owned the place, switching between languages so casually as if they were one. Jake paid more attention to you in a week than most of the people on base had in your entire life.
He’d come by your room, peaking in as you played with your toys or read a book you definitely didn’t actually understand. As soon as you noticed his presence, you’d abandon whatever it was you were doing to run to him, hoisting yourself up into his lap.
“What's up, little bug?” He’d say, smiling down at you as you went on and on about whatever it is you wanted to talk about. Most of it went right over his head, but he listened nonetheless. He got the memo pretty early on that you were essentially left to your own devices, only helped with the bare minimum by people who didn’t want to be responsible for you
So, he started being more attentive towards you. Call it fatherly instincts, he calls it common empathy. You didn’t have any plans or expectations for him, you weren’t disappointed in his presence in place of his brothers, you simply looked up at him with those wide and love-filled eyes. That was all he needed to become hooked. His little bug, he liked to call you.
To Norm, Jake had adapted a fatherly role scarily quickly. Of course, Norm thought you were cute, but he wasn’t really sure what to do with you. It puzzled him how well Jake was with you, for only knowing you for a few days. How you crawled into his lab during one of the briefings, obviously tired but wanting to be involved.
The briefing was casual, so Jake wrapped his arms around you and cradled you, rocking you in his arms as he hummed a lullaby he’d grown up with on Earth.
It was the first time someone had sung you a lullaby, at least since you were a crying infant everyone was desperate to soothe. You fell asleep in his arms immediately. Grace only gave a passing glance and a chuckle, stating he was now on bedtime duty.
And that he was. You were a stubborn kid when it came to bedtime, fighting your own sleep and exhaustion because you wanted to be where the attention was. You didn’t want to miss out on any of Grace or Max’s briefings or discoveries, no matter how dull they were, or the fact that they didn’t really happen after hours. Nevertheless, you were difficult to put to sleep.
He was quickly called the Y/n Whisperer after he calmed you down from a tantrum and had you knocked out in bed within 10 minutes of you being told to go to sleep, an affair that often took at least half an hour and some strong bargaining.
Jake was still reeling from it all. For him, he was still dealing with the fact that his brother was dead and he’d taken his place on a scientific mission on Pandora, whisked away from his dystopic life on Earth and given a brand new chance. It was dizzying, and now he had a kid attached to his leg.
Call it what it was: whiplash. He doesn’t really understand why you liked him so much, why he was able to connect with you so well. Maybe it was because he was the first person to spare you a second glance in your entire life, a second glance you didn’t have to work and beg for.
If given the chance, Jake was sure you two would be absolutely inseparable.
It was during dinner that things shifted. You were there for Jake's recounting of the events that transpired after he got chansed off by a Thanator. Through it all, all you heard was that he’d met Neytiri.
Neytiri. Your Neytiri.
You missed her. You missed her so bad, and Jake got to see her. It had been two years, and you thought for sure there was no way you’d be able to see her again. But Jake saw her! He even went to the village, so he likely saw Tsu’tey, Mo’at, and Sylwanin!
Seeing them was possible. That was the conclusion you came to.
Tsu’tey was the one to find you the next day. You had snuck out, exopack secured on for the first time in nearly two years, and you set off. Your memory was hazy, and you hardly remembered your way through the forest.
Scratch that, you didn’t remember it at all. You got lost almost immediately, your excitement to see your friends slowly replaced with uncertainty and fear. You wandered through the woods, climbing across logs and rivers, becoming more and more sure that you weren’t going the right way…
Of course, you didn’t know what to do. No one could really blame you for how you started crying out, yelling for Neytiri, Tsu’tey, Sylwanin, Grace, whoever you thought could find you.
It wasn’t until you heard the growl that you regretted your decision to be so loud. Nantang. They surrounded you, stalking and getting ready to pounce. All you could do was scream.
Tsu’tey found you, following the distant yelling for familiar names and then the high-pitched screams. He shot the Nantang, scaring off the others as he rode in on his pa’li. He was ready to shoot you, the human who had trespassed onto their land, but he paused. Arrow resting between his fingers, and breath hitched.
It was you.
He was quick, dismounting his direhorse and scooping you up in his arms, doing his best to soothe you with soft words as you cried and writhed in his hold. Blood was everywhere. He was horrified.
He acted on pure impulse. Jake. Jake probably knew you. He was also human, and he was an avatar- so he probably knew Grace- he had to get you to Jake.
So he rode on his direhorse as fast as he could, holding you tightly in his arms as you bled and bled and cried. Oh, how you cried, clinging to him and whimpering, he felt so helpless. Exactly like how he’d felt that day Sylwanin died in his arms at the school house. He couldn’t have that happen again. Not with you. Not with the small girl he’d grown so fond of.
It was a blur, finding Jake and Neytiri, the morphing look of terror on their faces as they took in the sight of the girl in his arms and his disjointed explanation. It was a blur, and he was on his knees, Neytiri holding onto him as they both shook, taking in the situation as Jake ran off into the woods with you in his arms, pushing himself as fast as he could go.
Jake was scared. You were such a sweet girl, and in the days he’d known you, he was hooked. You were small, petulant, stubborn, smart; you were a good kid. You were funny and fun to be around, and he liked you. He saw why Grace had such a soft spot for you, who wouldn’t?
But now you’re in his arms, bleeding, and Grace is gonna be horrified.
He got you to the base, bursting through the doors, demanding a doctor, yelling you needed help because you were hurt and bleeding. You were small, hurt, bleeding, and it felt like you were at death's door.
You were swept out of his arms, and all you could do was whimper, reaching back out to the strong arms you felt safe in. They hooked you up to machines, tended to your wounds. They assured Jake and a just-arriving-frazzled Grace that you were gonna be fine.
But the base wasn’t a hospital. Yeah, it was a military base, and those often come with medical centers, but it wasn’t good, especially not for a child. With how advanced they were, they weren’t well equipped.
You suffered for days, writhing and screaming in pain, tears only stopping once you ran out of them.
Despite Grace and Max’s pleas and Jake's insistence towards Quaritch, you were essentially… ignored.
You were loved. But you were still just a bastard orphaned child; the RDA simply didn’t want to deal with you, especially with your seemingly growing allegiance to the Na’vi.
Of course, they did what they could to help you, but it was minimal.
You were going to die, Grace and Jake were sure of it.
So, desperate, he went to Mo’at. He pleaded for her to help you. She didn’t need much convincing.
The night before Grace planned to move the operation to the Hallelujah Mountains, they snuck you out, careful to remove all your hook-ups to the machines.
They took you to the village, breaking so many rules, desperate to help you.
You were frail, withering away in his hold. The best he could do was whisper comforts as he carried you.
Mo’at worked quickly, shooing them out of her tent as she worked on you. Salves, mixes, incense. She worked for hours. You were just a little kid; you had so much before you. She pleaded to the Great Mother to help you, even if you were a human she could barely reach.
You were getting better, but it wasn’t enough. Something was wrong, very wrong, and she didn’t know what it was or how to help.
She pulled away, examining you with a hitched breath. Just as she went to move to grab another tool, something caught her attention.
An Atokirina.
It floated in the air, pulsing until it wilted down to meet your skin.
Mo’at’s eyes widened.
“We must take her to the Tree of Souls.” She declared as she stepped out of her tent, the group that had gathered in front of it standing and moving in confusion.
They wanted to question it. Jake wanted to ask what was wrong, how you were doing, and if you’d live. All the words were on the tip of his tongue, but Grace grabbed his hand. She kept her gaze forward, at the tent, but she’d communicated enough.
Tsu’tey was the one to take you into his arms, lips pursed, and eyes gazing down at you in worry. For a moment, Jake wanted to be the one to hold you, but you curled into Tsu’teys arms so comfortably- so familiar, a moment of comfort and assurance when you were in so much pain.
Neytiri followed close behind, hand resting on your forehead as they walked, her eyes focused on your face scrunched in agony, your pinched brows and wavering lips. How she wanted to soothe you, to hold you, and kiss away the creases of pain in your face.
You’d grown so much since they’d last seen you. You were still so small, but so much more grown. They had missed you so much, their grief compelled by the loss of two sisters. They nearly begged Mo’at and Eytukan to call off the ban on humans on their land, if only to see you.
And now, you were back in their arms, but by the force of necessity and desperation. Out of the fear of death.
The clan, having roused at the commotion, made their way to the Tree of Souls with the group. They didn’t question their Tsahik’s care of the human child, many of them having heard the accounts of you and your kindred nature from the many children who’d attended the school.
Arriving at the Tree, Neytiri and Tsu’tey kept Grace and Jake at a distance, allowing Mo’at to prepare as the clan gathered around. They pulled Jake and Grace down to the ground with them, connecting their Kuru to the roots sticking up. They started to hum, moving as a group.
With everything in them, they begged Eywa to help you.
You were human, yes, but they loved you. You were their sister. You were Grace's daughter, by love if not biology. You were a sweet kid, and they wanted- needed you to stay.
“Allow this child to heal, Great Mother, allow her to heal and walk among us. To live, to feel your embrace.” Mo’at’s words echoed, her chants and pleas thrumming through the crowd.
Placed at the base of the spirit tree, you lay there, wrapped in luminescent tendrils. They wrapped around your small body, seemingly consuming you as they grew. The light of the tendrils pulsed with your every breath, echoing across the tree like a ripple in water.
You… you felt free. The tendrils were warm, encasing you in what felt like a mother's embrace. Your vision was blurred, but you saw. You saw so much, all you could do was smile. You saw Sylwanin, every time you’d seen her, every word, every movement. She wrapped around you. You saw the sea, you saw the forest and the land. It was breathtaking.
Mo’at faltered, her chants falling off the tip of her tongue as she glanced down at you. At this, the ones who’d brought you here opened their eyes.
They didn’t know what to do.
You were there, alive. More alive than you’d ever been, but they could feel that you were slipping away.
Neytiri crawled towards you, Grace scrambling up and finding herself at your side. She took your hand in hers as Neytiri caressed your hair.
They knew it was a desperate attempt, taking you here, unlikely to work, but it hurt. They weren’t ready to let go. The humans weren’t going to help you. What else were they to do?
Tears slid down Grace’s face as she watched you, your eyes glazed over as a smile crept onto your lips.
“Y/n- Syulì'ang please-” Neytiri whispered, her voice cracking. She leaned down, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Stay” she begged
“Syulì'ang,” Tsu’tey choked out, pleading, biting back his words, and tears with them. “Be strong, stay with us.”
You heard their words. You wanted to reach up, to comfort them. Grace was right in front of you, and all you wanted was to reach up and wipe the tears off her face.
Grace cried. Silent, of course. Tears slipping down her cheeks like arrows of fire burning their way through the air. They hurt like it. She wondered if they’d scar, if there would be a trail of scarred flesh down her cheeks when she was done.
You were her child, at least, the closest she had to one. You were the best thing she’d had in a long time. And now, you were slipping away. Like the school, like Sylwanin, like Neytiri and Tsu’tey and the children who’d called her Sa’nok. You called her Sa’nu.
The grief was endless. A fountain pouring from Neytiri as she wept, hands shaking as she tried to fight the urge to take you into her arms. She’d seen you grow up, your words develop from babbles to sentences, your mind expand. She wore the bracelet you’d made for her. It was ill-fitting and poorly crafted, but she weaved it into her armband, careful to preserve its shape and structure. She meant to always have you with her, even if she couldn't physically.
You were more than a child she saw as a sister; you could have been her child. A ridiculous notion, but she felt so strongly about you. She wanted to take you in, hold you close, and carry you as she did her chores and duties. She wanted to hunt and bring it home for you to eat till you were full. Perhaps, to her, you were an odd mixture of a sister and child, but that just meant she loved you all the more.
Her sweet Syulì'ang. She’d named you after the insect, a beautiful creature that fluttered around and gripped onto surfaces when it meant to. She wished and wished and wished that you'd stay, that you’d grip onto the ground and stay there with her. She did not like humans, but you? You, she loved.
So it hurt, watching as your eyes closed, feeling your pulse slow, have you die right in front of her, right in her reach.
Your eyes, heavy, rose up to the sky. “Sa’nu, Tsmuke, Tsmukan, Jake-” Your words were quiet, strained, and heavy. But you spoke anyway, a warmth passing through your body. “Eywa, she’s” It was hard to speak. “She’s like the waves-” your breath released from your lips, cutting off your words.
The tendrils around you pulsed before they dulled, the light dimming across the Tree of Souls.
Jake could only hold Neytiri as she cried, his own tears falling as he felt his entire demeanor freeze.
They left you by the tree, something Grace opposed. But Mo’at had insisted it was Eywa’s wish. Jake and Grace weren’t happy, nor were Tsu’tey and Neytiri; they wanted to give you a proper burial, but they complied with their Tsahik’s declaration.
It was mere days later that Neytiri visited again, only to be met with an empty landscape. You were nowhere in sight, only an abundance of tendrils in your place, pulsing with light as Eywa breathed below them.
Ronal, for weeks, dreamed of a face. A human one. She’d never seen the girl before, unfamiliar with the face and voice she kept meeting in her dreams. It bothered her, being met so forcefully with a demon's face, but behind it, she felt the Great Mother's words.
She couldn’t make sense of it; it drove her wild how she prayed and prayed, and all she was met with were new visions of the girl. With a newborn baby, she felt stretched thin. She confided in Tonowari about her dreams. He did what he could to comfort her, putting in effort to relieve her of as much stress as he could.
Ronal prayed, seeking answers and clarity. What did the Great Mother want?
One night, she dreamed of the spirit tree, along with the girl. She dreamt of whispers, of a new face, of a young Metkayina child she held in her arms.
She woke up in a cold sweat, right as dawn rose in the sky.
She made her way through the village, mounting her tsurak, and traveled to the cove of the ancestors. She felt a weight in her chest as she arrived. She dove under, swimming through the featherlike branches as she made her way to the center of the tree.
She reached forward, placing her palms on the branches wrapped tightly in on itself. Slowly, she unwrapped it, pulling it away from the other ‘leaves’ wrapped around. Once she got to the center, she pulled back.
An infant lay in the middle, wrapped in the leaves. Slowly, she pulled it out, taking it into her arms, she swam up. Breaching the surface, she looked down, watching as the baby breathed in the air.
The first breath.
Ronal gazed down at the baby, brows pinched together as she took her in. Confusion was the least she could describe it as.
A moment passed. Ronal mounted her tsurak, and she returned home.
Whispers surrounded her as she walked through the village, eyes following her and landing on the unknown infant in her embrace. In the mere minutes she’d had the baby, she felt an overwhelming sense of maternal instinct towards it. She reasoned she felt that way about most babies, but this was stronger.
She approached her Marui, Tonowari, meeting her at the entrance. He gazed down at her, then the baby, confusion panting his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, stuck in the flurry of words he was trying to put together.
“The Great Mother brought her to me,” Ronal spoke, calm and melodic. “To us.” Tonowari gazed up at her.
Words exchanged between them in complete silence.
He nodded, stepping aside, allowing Ronal to enter the Marui.
The two took to their daughter quickly, entranced by the baby given to them by Eywa. They were lost, confused by her appearance, but they didn’t question it. They simply placed her in the cradle with their other baby, Ao’nung, watching as they turned and curled to hold each other.
“You dreamt of her.” Tonowari’s voice broke the silence.
Ronal, attention on the baby's unwavering, nodded. “Last night, yes.”
He looked to his wife, tentative as he examined her facial expression. “And the others?” He questioned.
There was a moment of silence, Ronal’s hand coming to rest on the edge of the cradle.
“I do not care. She is my daughter. She is ours now.”
Tonowari stared at his wife before nodding, reaching down to cup his daughter's face in his hand. “And what is our daughter's name?” He spoke, already transfixed by the infant lying in the cradle he crafted by hand.
Ronal tilted her head, watching the girl. After a moment, she gazed to Tonowar, their eyes meeting as a soft smile graced her lips.
“Syuli”
After your death, Jake’s loyalty to the RDA wavered. Grace had accepted her fate as a trapped scientist long ago, but Jake refused. He bonded with Neytiri and Tsu’tey quicker, earning the faith of the clan before he finished his Iknimaya.
He saw it in black and white. The humans left you alone and to die, the Na’vi loved you as their own and wept at your death. His decision was clear-cut.
Still, his fast actions weren’t enough to prevent the events that led to Neytiri’s belief of his betrayal. Or the destruction of the home tree. Or the death of those he fought by.
By the end of the war, your death was followed by many others. Black stains on Jake’s heart. He mourned you, grieved for you. The devastation of the war was hard enough, but you? You weren’t even a casualty; you were a victim of the most unfortunate of circumstances. He replayed it in his head over and over again, each time wondering what he could have done to save you, to prevent your death.
It drove him to the worst of his depths. A side of himself he hadn’t even seen when his brother died.
The only thing keeping him afloat was Neytiri and the child that lay in her womb.
“She is with Grace now, my Jake, with the Great Mother.” Neytiri would say, burying her grief. Twice, she's lost you now. When Sylwanin died and her parents shut down their connections with the humans, she wept for not only her sister but for you. Would she never see you again? At least back then, she found comfort in the fact that you were safe and in Grace’s care.
Perhaps you still were, in her arms, just as you are in the Great Mothers. But you’re not in hers. That’s what hurt. How you’d never grow up, forever stuck as the small child she knew and loved.
Time passed, and she had Neteyam. Her sweet baby boy. She felt the cracks in her heart start to be stitched back together, only further healed when they took in Kiri.
She saw it in Jake, too, how he took to his fatherly role immediately, perhaps better prepared after his time with you. Slowly but surely, they came to be okay again.
Still, you burned in their hearts. As she wove her songcord, she pulled one of the beads from the bracelet you made her, as carefully as she could, and wove it in.
A‘eveng, Y/n, ohe oamum
Wamintxu fi oe, a syawn
a’atanur oe mameyam
meyam ohe ngenga, tsalsungay pehrr lom
A child, Y/n, i knew
showed to me, a blessing
a light I held in my arms
I hold you, even when gone
It was hard to speak about you to the kids. They didn’t want to introduce the idea of someone dying at such a young age. They also still grieved you, struggling to accept your death. It wasn’t fair. You should be with them, growing up alongside their children. You would have been such a good big sister.
This hit Jake especially hard, knowing how you’d been excited to have another kid on base; Spider. You raved to him about how you were going to bring him to the lab all the time, what toys you’d give him, and how you wanted to teach him Na’vi and have him as a little brother. At least, the closest you could have to one.
So it was hard watching Spider do all that, grow up and learn Na’vi, come into his family and be seen by his kids as a fellow sibling, knowing it was everything you wanted.
But years passed, and their family grew, and it grew strong. Their children knew of you in passing, in hushed breaths like how they spoke of Sylwanin and the others they’d loved that left them through such harsh tragedies.
Neytiri and Jake didn’t want the children to wonder what it would have been like to have you in the family. It was already too painful for them to wonder themselves.
Their children grew, their personalities developed, and they came into their own. It was hard not to see you in each of them. Tuk’s curiosity, Lo’ak’s mischief, the softness in Kiri’s eyes, and how Neteyam was so thoughtful with his words. For all its hurt, it also gave them comfort. They’d continue to see you, even when you weren’t with them.
Their grief became something mellow, something they could plant love and strength into.
But then the RDA came back. Like an old scar tearing apart, refusing to heal. Their lives turned upside down, and their healing came to a harsh halt, slowly stepping backwards against the blood and gunfire they stood in.
That eclipse, when the kids were in the hands of the recoms, Jake felt barbed wire wrapping around his throat.
He heard their whines, their yelps of pain, and he almost lost them. He refused to risk it. Not again.
“He had our children. Had them under his knife.” He was scared, begging Neytiri to leave, to find a better place for them. He hadn’t been able to find one for you. He wouldn’t let that happen again. “Look, I got nothing… I've got no plan. But I can protect this family. That I can do.”
Neytiri heard the unsaid, seeing what he saw when he spoke.
“But I do know one thing, wherever we go, this family is our fortress.” It was unintentional, his hands placed delicately on her shoulders, one slipping down, grazing the armband she’d woven with your bracelet in it.
They had to protect their children.
The Travel to the Metkayina was difficult, tiring, laborious, and met with storms that raged against them. But they pushed through. They’ve pushed through worse; they’d do this for their family.
They landed on the beach, drawing the attention of the clan, who gathered around them in confusion and awe. They were nervous, holding themselves close together as they were gawked at and picked on by oncoming clan members.
Jake felt a sense of relief when Tonowari, an honorable man and the clan's Olo’eyktan, arrived at the scene, greeting them warmly and with a smile. He felt confident, with Tonowari on their side, he believed he could get past the wall Ronal would inevitably put up.
As the crowd parted, he prepared himself, but he felt all the breath be taken out of his lungs.
Ronal stalked closer, her imposing demeanor, but that wasn’t what shocked him. Behind her, following at her heels, was a young girl. Teal skin with swirling stripes.
She resembled you.
He couldn’t place it; the girl was Metkayina, in every way. But something about her face, the way her expression was set in it, how she carried herself. The air around her, the look in her eyes. All of it set off bells in his chest, ringing and clanging against the grief that settled there. The grief for you.
She stood behind Ronal, tilting her head exactly the way you did when you were curious about something.
Neytiri had seen it hundreds of times, holding you in her lap at the schoolhouse. She let out a breath. Jake glanced at her, millions of words passing between them.
She saw it too.
Jake took a moment to collect himself, pulling back from the shock he’d experienced but couldn’t explain. He went on with his prepared speech. He was seeking Uturu; sanctuary, safety for his family.
His veins were buzzing. He didn’t want to be turned away, to force his children to retreat in defeat, praying they’d find another clan willing to listen and take them in. He felt helpless.
Ronal, skeptical, circled the family. She pulled at their tails, remarking how inefficient they’d be in the water, in their way of life.
She approached Kiri, taking her hands in hers. A scowl crossed her face. Four fingers. Kiri held her breath, self-conscious of her extra finger, a tell-tale sign of their human descent. Demon descent.
Ronal gazed down, tilting her head.
She looked up to her daughter, the one who’d arrived with her. She watched her for a moment, the dreams she saw all those years ago flooding her mind. Something she’d never speak aloud.
She dropped Kiri’s hands, walking past the children and Jake Sully. “You are ill fit to live here.”
“We can adapt. We can learn.” He pleaded, desperate to convince them to let his family stay. Desperate to appease the leaders of the clan.
“I’m done with war.” He spoke to Tonowari, quiet and between them. “I just want to keep my family safe.”
Ronal watched him, not convinced by his words. Behind her, her daughter stepped forward, placing her hand on her mother's shoulder.
“Sa’nu.” The words escaped her lips, and Jake breathed in. He saw you, sitting in Grace’s lap in the lab, running up to her excitedly, lying at the spirit tree, dying.
Ronal looked at her daughter, words exchanged between their gazes, she turned to her mate, being met with the same sentiment. A moment passed, and she nodded.
“Jake Sully and his family will stay with us.” Tonowari announced, explaining to the clan their duty to teach them their ways of life.
Jake sighed in relief, bringing forth a ‘thank you’ from his family.
“Our children, Syuli, Ao’nung, and Tsireya, will show your children what to do.”
Ao’nung stepped forth, displeased by his father's decision, but silenced.
“Come, we will show you our village!” Tsireya stepped forward, hand in hand with her sister.
You looked to the family that had arrived at your village. You took in their faces.
They felt familiar to you. You couldn’t place it.
Tsireya tugged you along through the village, humming as you made your way across the woven walkways. Neytiri and Jake, though focused on taking in their new home, couldn’t help but watch you. The bounce in your step all too familiar.
It was eerie, and they didn’t understand their attribution of you to the little girl they’d known all those years ago.
You became a constant in their life, always around their kids, peeking into their Marui to offer fruits you’d picked with your mother. You were a sweetheart, thoughtful, and kind to their children.
Your mother stayed skeptical of her allowance of the foreigners into their clan, fueled by your growing night problems.
It had been years since she last caught you sleepwalking. It was a problem when you were a child, roaming around the village in the midst of the night. Many concerned clan members came to her with stories of how you found yourself at the edge of the walkways, staring up into the open sky with a withered look on your face.
You sleep-talked, she discovered after staying up to follow you one night. You spoke garbled sentences, strung together words that didn’t make sense. You spoke in a mix of Na’vi and English.
How you even knew the language? She couldn’t understand.
She prayed nightly, seeking for guidance on how to help her sweet baby girl. Again, she was only met with visions of that human child.
It all came to a head one night when Tsireya woke her up, lip jutting out as she whispered that you’d fallen during your walks. Ronal soothed her daughter, telling her to go back to sleep before leaving to find you.
You were on your knees, hands clasped together as you spoke in broken prayers, eyes glazed over. You were somewhere she didn’t know.
She was tired of it, worried to death, and lost. So, she did the only thing she could think of. She pulled you into the water carefully, holding you as she rode to the Cove of the Ancestors. You came out of your trance, slowly but surely, but still drowsy and out of it.
She was able to coax you to enough consciousness to get you to dive under, connecting with the spirit tree.
She doesn’t know what you saw when you did. All she knows is that you hadn’t sleep-walked, or talked since. She knew you were special. A child she would never truly understand, but she loved and cherished you with everything she had.
She saw the way the animals around you seemed to move in sync with you, how the luminescence at night pulsed with your breath. She didn’t ask for answers. She loved you and she trusted the Great Mother.
But here you were again, standing at the entrance of their Marui, eyes glazed over, staring off into the stars. Ever since they’d let the Sullys stay, you’d been walking and talking in your sleep again.
It wasn’t as intense, thankfully, but it was enough to rouse her or her children from sleep every so often.
They worried for you. They took turns staying up, watching you, easing you back to sleep, careful not to startle you from your trance. During the day, they acted as if nothing was different. They knew you were different, but they loved you nonetheless. You were their daughter, their sister.
Ao’nung picked on you, teasing you and going out of his way to bother you. It was his way of showing his love, he joked. He had his moments. Picking you up in his arms and carrying you across the village to your mother for treatment when you hurt yourself on a spear, ignoring your complaints that it was your hand that was injured, not your legs, you could still walk! He ignored you, carefully setting you down in their Marui, lurking by the door until you were bandaged up and ready to leave.
Tsireya was easier. You got along with your younger sister without any problems, aside from the occasional spat that never went anywhere. You two were two peas in a pod. Inseparable. Hands clasped together, arms wrapped around each other. You were always together. It’s how you thrived.
Ronal and Tonowari, they never gave a second thought to the fact that you weren’t theirs, because you were. From the moment they’d set you down in that cradle, you’d become theirs. Their love for you was strong and unwavering. They called your name out with affection, they weaved you jewelry and clothes with love, they never let you doubt you were loved. They held you as you slept, as you dreamt.
And you dreamt. You dreamt every night. Of faces, of voices, of people you didn’t know, but knew.
By the time you woke up, your dreams were in blurry fragments, unable to be pieced together or made sense of.
Your family didn’t voice their worries to you. They saw how you flourished when interacting with their new clan members.
You were patient with them, guiding them through your way of life like it was the easiest thing to do. You blended in with them, conversing with the children so easily, it was as if you’d been doing it your entire life.
You and your siblings, Rotxo, and the Sully kids became somewhat of a friend group. Always together, at least in fragments. You felt as if your family had expanded.
The Sully kids adored you, especially Kiri. It was something about the way the two of you seemed to understand nature that connected you. And perhaps, your mysterious origins.
You confided in Kiri, and Kiri alone, about your peculiar birth. The whole clan knew, they’d witnessed it firsthand, but the story hadn’t made its way to the Sullys. Perhaps it was because it was accepted, no one thought twice about it, you were Ronal and Tonowari's daughter. No one thought to mention that, by biological means, you weren’t.
You told her how you didn’t know your biological parents. No one did. Abandoned at the Spirit tree, you were taken in by Ronal and Tonowari, raised alongside Tsireya, and essentially as Ao’nung’s twin.
She told you about her mother, a scientist who was beloved by their clan, who died during the first war against the humans. She was born from her Avatar.
Grace.
You spoke her name before Kiri told you.
An odd look passed her face. It wasn't until it dripped from your chin that you realised a tear had slipped down your cheek.
“I-i’m sorry, I'm just-” You strung together words, embarrassed and confused by your unconscious outburst. “It’s hard to speak about my birth.” You blamed it on that. Kiri accepted your words, wrapping her arms around you in an embrace that felt warmer than anything else you’d experienced.
You grew a lot closer to the Sully kids. It was their parents who were odd to be around.
Jake and Neytiri didn’t know what to think of you. You were Ronal and Tonowari’s daughter, Na’vi, born and raised in the reef. Yet when they looked at you, heard your voice, all they could see was that little girl they’d loved.
They were going crazy. That was the only explanation. Driven mad by the destruction of their home and subsequent forced abandonment of it.
They wanted to talk to you. They ached to. But it ached just as much to do so. It wasn’t fair to you, their projections of grief onto you.
You were kind, you spoke for them when they first arrived, and you went out of your way to welcome them. You taught their children and defended them, taking them in as if they were your blood.
But every time they saw you, they were swarmed by a whirlpool of grief and relief.
“She speaks like her.” Neytiri would whisper one night, when all the children were off in the village attending a celebration, Jake lying next to her.
“Yeah.” He’d say, eyes locked on Neytiri’s face, watching as she wandered through her mind. Watching as a tear slipped down her cheek.
For weeks, they watched you, watching every movement and quirk you exhibited. How you spoke, how you moved through the walkways, your sense of humor. The way you scrunched your nose in a certain way when faced with food you didn’t like. It all pointed back.
Back to her.
That girl.
She haunted them.
A ghost following them around. One they thought they’d put to rest over a decade ago.
They had moved on. They grieved her, yes, but they had learned to live without her. Just as they did with every person they lost.
But she was back.
They thought it was in their heads at first, but the more they saw, the more they became sure.
Her body had disappeared, Neytiri recounted to him, a whisper under her breath as they watched you talk to Neteyam and Tsireya from afar. They’d left her at the tree like Mo’at demanded, abiding by Eywa's wishes. Her body was gone far too quickly to have been natural decomposition, and no creature would dare feast on a body wrapped in Eywa’s arms like she was.
They didn’t question it, too wrapped up in their grief to try and breach the topic. They simply accepted it. Eywa wanted her. She was with Grace, they believed.
But she wasn’t.
She was in the reef, living amongst the people, living.
They saw you, and they saw her. One in the same.
They’d grieved you, and now you stood right in front of them, out of their reach.
It tore them apart. They must have been going insane because you were not that girl they knew, you were not the girl they loved and doted on. But you were.
You couldn’t be.
But they watched and they watched and they saw. They saw her.
“It’s not her.” Jake’s voice was steel. Laced with a hardened grief.
“I know what I saw, you know what you see.” Neytiri defended, unsure of how to explain it.
He shook his head, pacing back and forth in the Marui, sliding a hand down his face.
“She’s a Metkayina! She’s Ronal and Tonowai’s daughter! That's it.” He spoke so certainly, as if he were trying to convince himself.
The two breathed heavily, working through their mind and hearts to get their words. Logic wasn’t making sense, but they tried to cling to it, both of them in different ways.
“Ronal didn’t give birth to her, nor did Tonowair father her.” Neytiris' words were heavy, like steel and stone. “A gift from Eywa, Ronal calls her.”
Their eyes met.
At this point, they were haunted less by you and more by the fact that you were back. It wasn’t easy mourning someone, learning to accept their death after having grown to love them so fiercely, to learn how to live without them. All of that, only for them to appear again.
All those walls they’d built, all the strength they’d planted in their grief, it was crumbling, the base of it all blowing away like sand in the wind.
It almost hurt more than the grief itself.
They simmered in it for weeks, speaking through glances and hushed whispers.
It was quiet that day. Jake was making his rounds through the village when he heard it. The humming. Not just the humming but the tune.
Slowly, he rounded the corner, peaking around the Marui, eyes landing on you sitting on the edge of the walkway, legs dangling from an opening. You sat there, beading an arm piece as you hummed.
You hummed the lullaby Jake had used to sing that girl to sleep. The lullaby from Earth.
He felt his chest crack open. He wanted to say something, to reach out and speak to you-
“Sempu!” You called out, spotting Tonowari walk up from another direction. Wordlessly, you held up your work for him, a smile spreading across your face as he approached and knelt down.
“Ah, this is great work, my little ‘itetsyip.” He leaned in, hand reaching up to pull it closer to examine it. He grinned, nodding towards you. “You are an exceptional crafter.”
Jake watched the scene, brows furrowing, a weight resting in his chest.
You rolled your eyes. “Oh, bah! You and Mother praise me far too much.”
Tonowair simply chuckled, his hand moving to cradle your cheek as you grinned at him.
“No, we simply see how great you are.”
Jake started to notice more after that. He watched not just you, but your life. How you wandered freely through the village, greeting your clan members eagerly, your cheerfulness returned. You were surrounded by kids your age, all watching you with a mix of adoration and respect. You bonded with your siblings, giggling over inside jokes and banter.
Your parents were doting. They didn’t spoil you; they made sure you were responsible and self-aware, but they loved you, and they showed it. The more he watched, the more Neytiri did too; perhaps she’d been watching the full scene the whole time.
You weren’t alone.
You smiled so widely, and you never had to beg, you never had to work for attention or affection. You were accepted wholeheartedly.
You had everything you wanted here, Neytiri and Jake realized. You had everything they wanted to give you, and you didn’t have any barriers. You weren’t human or parentless. You moved about freely. You weren’t raised to expect to come second, third, or fourth place.
Neytiri and Jake had wanted to give you that life. But they couldn’t. They never could.
The Great Mother didn’t fulfill their desires to be the one to love you; she gave you what you needed. She gave you the opportunity to live.
It was bittersweet. You had the life you wanted. You were loved.
Just not by them.
And that was ok.
They’d lived their lives, they’d found happiness, a family, and they were good.
You’d found what you needed, even if it wasn’t with them.
Description: Jake takes the last pop-tart and you have a conniption.
Content Warnings: pregnancy cravings/hormones, Tsu'tey lives au, takes place a year after movie 1, reader and Jake have been transfered to their avatars, reader is 7-8 months pregnant, idiot Jake Sully
Author's note: Based on this request!
At the sight of Jake Sully, you hissed, waddling over to him with all of the might your pregnant body could muster.
“Give it to me,” you practically growled, blocking Toruk Makto’s path as he headed out on a hunt for the day, his wife, Neytiri, just behind him.
Jake’s eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what you were talking about. “What?” he asked.
“The last pop-tart, skxawng (idiot),” you exclaimed.
His body immediately tensed at the word ‘pop-tart’, a dead giveaway to the worst news you had received all week.
“No!” you exclaimed and he flinched, wincing as your face fell.
“I’m sorry! I was hungry!” he attempted to defend himself, but you felt your eyes welling with tears. Neytiri came around to stand beside Jake, watching each of you warily.
“That was the last pop-tart on the entire moon, Jake!” you cried. “And you promised I could have it.”
“I forgot!” he scrambled to make up for it. “You can have a moonpie, there are a lot of those. A moonpie on a moon, how fun.”
Tears really did fall when he said that. “Because it is a moonpie. No one wants that,” you said.
“What is happening?” Neytiri asked.
“She wanted the last of a human food. We only had a few left and she went through most of them,” Jake pointed out but you and Neytiri both scowled.
“She is pregnant, Ma’ Jake,” Neytiri said, coming to your defense, wrapping a comforting arm around you. “That was cruel.”
“That’s all the baby wants!” you explained and Neytiri rubbed a hand up your arm.
“Of course, the baby has to eat too,” Neytiri nodded and you felt like you were finally being heard.
“Exactly!” You agreed.
Your husband and the father of your unborn baby turned the corner then and you immediately shuffled over to him. “Tsu’tey,” you muttered, your swollen belly bumping into his hip as you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same on reflex.
“Why is my mate crying?” Tsu’tey asked calmly, but there was a bite to his words.
“There was a small mix up…” Jake started.
“He ate my pop-tart!” you sniffled into Tsu’tey’s shoulder.
“You ate her pop-tart?” Tsu’tey ground out, knowing fully about your pop-tart pregnancy cravings. The glare he sent Jake over your shoulder could have intimidated even a seasoned warrior.
“I forgot!” he exclaimed again, putting his hands out.
“Is there not another one she could have?” your mate asked, but Jake winced.
“It was the last one on all of Pandora, ‘Tey, and he ate it!” your tears fell down your cheeks then, your arms tightening to a vice grip around his neck as pregnancy hormones went even more haywire in your body.
“Really, skxawng?” Tsu’tey asked Jake, knowing how much they meant to you.
You had been rationing them out for weeks when you realized you were running out. The silver packs were like precious gold to you. Now that you were nearing the end of your pregnancy, they were becoming more and more of a valuable resource, just for them to be yanked away completely.
“I’m so sorry, y/n. What can I do to make it up to you?” Jake asked.
You pulled away from Tsu’tey and turned to face Jake. Tsu’tey’s arm still stayed securely around your waist as his other arm came to your face to wipe away tears.
“No, the baby just wants pop-tarts.”
“Human food was probably bad for the baby anyway,” Tsu’tey pointed out firmly.
“But it was good for me and my sanity! It was my little treat,” you whined, looking at him with puppy dog eyes that he could not withstand for long.
He sighed, looking back to Jake, “and there are no more of these… pop-tarts? None?”
“Not that I know of. Let me ask around with the humans, maybe someone has one,” he offered and your frown instantly morphed into a smile.
“Really Jake? You would do that?” you cooed, softening instantly.
“Yeah, yeah I can do that,” he nodded and Neytiri brought her hand up to hide her smirk at how her mate had messed up so incredibly to not only inconvenience the Olo’eyktan, but to upset a hangry pregnant woman.
“Good, do so and report back to me. Go,” Tsu’tey ordered as if it was a serious, high stakes mission, because for Tsu’tey, it was. He did not want to deal with you in a fit of hormonal rage any more than Jake did.
“You should be resting, muntxate (wife),” Tsu’tey gently guided you back to your kelku (home), one hand on each shoulder.
“I am not tired, but my feet do hurt,” you decided and allowed him to lead you back.
You awkwardly went to sit on the floor, knowing you would struggle to get down.
“Here,” Tsu’tey offered, taking your hands and helping you lower to the floor slowly.
“Thank you, Yawnetu,” you sighed as you finally felt the weight distribute off of your ankles.
“Do you need anything?” he asked, crouching in front of you to smooth your hair away from your flushed cheeks.
“No, other than my pop-tart, I am fine” you sighed, your bottom lip sticking out in a dramatic pout.
“Norm had one!” a shout emitted from outside and Tsu’tey shot to his feet, looking out the opening and scoffing at what he saw. “Norm had one!” a voice that sounded like Jake yelled.
Sure enough, he rounded the corner, finally in your line of sight. Tsu’tey scrambled back a step as Jake’s momentum had him keening forward. In his hand sat an item that had your eyes welling up again.
“A pop-tart!” you nearly screeched, reaching out your hands for him to throw it to you.
He tossed it underhand with a huge smile on his face, and the trajectory of the silver arch had the pastry landing right in your hands.
“Thank you!” you squealed, unwrapping the packaging and sinking your teeth into the pink, sprinkled top.
“You are lucky, Jake Suli. If you had not found one, I would have had to challenge you to combat,” Tsu’tey warned, but the light turn of his lips told Jake it was in jest.
“Was that a joke? I didn’t think you were capable of humor, Tsu’tey. I’m shocked,” Jake gasped and Tsu’tey scowled immediately.
“Get back to the hunt, skxawng,” Tsu’tey ordered with rolled eyes.
“Yes sir!” Jake barked, giving a mocking salute that made you giggle before pivoting and walking away, presumably to join his mate. Tsu’tey turned to you, a confused grimace on his face that made you laugh fully.
“It’s a human thing,” you explained between bites.
“I figured that out,” he walked back to you and crouched down in front of you. “Happy?”
You nodded, “Very happy,” you smiled. “The baby is too, they started kicking.”
You took Tsu’tey’s hand and placed it over the spot where you felt your junior olympian stretching their legs. Your mate's face melted into awe as he felt his son or daughter’s strong kick.
“They really do like this food, can I try a small piece?” he asked.
You broke off a corner, not planning to tell him those were the worst parts and handed it over. “Know that I love you, I don’t share pop-tarts with just anyone,” you said and he grinned.
“I am honored, paskalin.” he smirked as he took a bite of the human food.
His lips immediately turned up in disgust and he forced himself to swallow instead of gagging on his pregnant wife. “Ugh, paskalin, I fear for our baby’s tastes if they like this,” he said.
You grinned at his expression as he handed back the small piece he had left in his hand. “I grew up eating these,” you pointed out and he shook his head.
“Thank Eywa, our child will not. Humans are cruel in many ways, and giving that to children is one of them,” he ground out, leveling you a look that told you he was halfway teasing.
“Well, I am going to enjoy my last pop-tart ever in peace. Go back to work,” you instructed, taking another bite.
“I see, I am no longer needed. I am being thrown out like rotten teylu.”
“Sorry, ‘Tey. You’re bringing down my happy mood,” you said.
“I see. Then I will go, and bring you back many foods that are much better than that abomination,” he proclaimed, standing up.
“You can try, but I will always stay loyal to this abomination,” you smiled as he shook his head.
Pair: Tsu'tey x Human Reader ( jake human sister )
Warning: A little spicy, tsu'tey (in my opinion) being curious.
Note: Me posting something, knowing I've ignored my tumblr for months. Bye~!
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After the war, life for tsu'tey had been very quiet. Everything was back to normal, well almost everything. A large number of humans decided to settle in Pandora and close to the clan. The idea of having humans among the clan was not pleasant to him, for him they were a bit unpleasant. They were strange, everything they did was strange to him. And the most disturbing thing to him was the scent the humans gave off. The Na'vi had a highly developed sense of smell and the strange scent of humans was not pleasant for him. They always tried to use some scents to disguise their scent of origin, according to Jake it was “perfumes and soaps”. Tsu'tey didn't think it was cool to use those things. But there was one scent which had caught all his attention. And the owner of that scent came from you.
The first time tsu'tey registered your scent, was when he happened to pass by jake's side. He was talking to one of those humans. But as soon as he walked by you, he stopped dead in his tracks. The scent he was smelling was something… amazing. He felt a shiver run down his spine, he couldn't understand where the smell was coming from. It wasn't until jake tapped him on the shoulder, and introduced them. Tsu'tey turns to look at you. You smiled warmly back at him, giving him the 'I see you' sign. Tsu'tey caught on a little too late, he was so immersed in the scent you were giving off that he barely listened to what Jake was saying. He couldn't believe that you were the carrier of that peculiar scent. From that day on, tsu'tey did everything he could to be by your side.
It got to the point that he didn't care about the comments they made, it was strange to see a man like tsu'tey behind a human. Always trying to help you, or try to talk to you even for a couple of seconds, he had to smell your scent at least once a day. He was becoming obsessed, and if his little obsession was not dying down. He began to notice how your scent became stronger when he was around you. It had to be that reason, because on one of the occasions he came to talk to you. You were talking to neytiri, and he could feel how your scent was the usual one. But as soon as neytiri left you alone, he could feel it getting more and more potent. He was going crazy and he knew it. It wasn't healthy, what he was creating for you. You were supposed to be a human, he wouldn't have to find you attractive or desirable…but here he is. If you asked him to kiss your feet he would do it, even if you asked him to kill someone and let him put his nose in your neck sweet spot for only 5 minutes or less, he would do it.
On the other hand, you were oblivious to this situation. You thought tsu'tey was very kind and gentlemanly. He was always helping you, and available to you. You liked the attention he gave you. Besides…tsu'tey was painfully handsome. You liked him from head to toe, you found him beautiful. And having him this close wasn't helping you much. But you enjoyed his company…there was just a nice friendship between the two of you.
That particular day, tsu'tey could smell your scent from far away, he could tell you were about 30 feet away from him. And he could recognize it was you, turning around to see you approaching him with a basket in your hands. “Hello!!!” you greet him, smiling at him. You were hurting his senses, because if it were up to him he would have already dragged you into his arms. You looked very pretty, in the traditional na'vi clothing. Tsu'tey scanned you up and down, laughing a little. “Do you like it? Neytiri gave me this outfit…she made it for me” you speak, taking a quick turn. “I'm surprised at how well it suits you “tsu'tey says, looking at you again.
But now with more determination, the little clothing gave freedom to your scent to be released all over the place, he was getting nervous. “Yeah…she says I should wear more family stuff…you know, since jake is my brother and he is now…” you stop talking, when you notice that the man is barely paying attention to you. “Tsu'tey…are you okay?” you ask, waving your hand in his face. Snapping tsu'tey out of his stasis. He laughs nervously, settling more on his feet. “Yes, sorry. You were saying?” tsu'tey sees you laugh.
“I was going to ask you if you could help me pick some berries…the ones near the river. You know they're a little tall…and I need help” you speak, tsu'tey doesn't think for a second and goes to help you. Getting up from the ground, he starts walking towards the river. The walk from the village to the river was about 15 minutes. When you arrived you both decided that the best thing to do was to pick the berries that were on top of some branches, besides it was much more private for you. Your very presence in the clan could be a bit intimidating for some na'vi. And this was an area where they used to come frequently. Tsu'tey helped you up, placing his hands on your waist, to get you up easily. But not before bringing his face close to your back, sniffing you. Closing his eyes, enjoying your scent. It was a momentary thing, when you climb up the branch. “Are you coming?” you keep walking towards where the berries were. “Yes…I'm coming” tsu'tey swallows hard, trying to control himself.
Tsu'tey helps you for a while, picking the prettiest berries that were on the highest leaves. Sitting down to rest, and to watch you pick in the other corner. You turn and give him a smile. Tsu'tey smiles back. Aside from the fact that the man was obsessed with your essence, he liked the way you were. You were the opposite of your brother. You were calm and quiet. You didn't do risky things and avoided getting into trouble. Tsu'tey enjoyed your company, and he was sure you did too. He could feel it. “These berries are so sweet” you speak, approaching where tsu'tey was sitting. “Yes…and this is their best season” tsu'tey speaks, but is puzzled when you sit down in front of him. You sit in front of him, cross-legged. This new position makes your scent much stronger than at other times. Freezing in his seat, his eyes widen.
However, you keep talking as if nothing is wrong. You are placing the basket next to you, taking some berries to clean them. You can tell, you were the only one talking, tsu'tey might be silent, but he wasn't talking at all. You look up and you can see that he was different. He was looking at you seriously, his pupils were dilated, his posture was straight, his ears were up and so was his tail. You could notice that his breathing was agitated, and although his look seemed to be one of discomfort… you knew it was not. It was one more of lust, you could see how he was swallowing hard. “Tsu'tey?” you speak softly, getting her attention.
“What's wrong with you? Are you ok?” you ask, tsu'tey doesn't answer you, and keeps looking at you. Analyzing your whole body, your scent was ambushing him. It was too strong for him, too sweet. And now with your new outfit you were not helping him. “Why do you smell like that?” says tsu'tey in a serious tone. You grow more nervous, closing your legs out of instinct. The look on tsu'tey's face at this moment was intimidating, but not in the bad way. “I have a bad smell?” you begin to smell your hand, as you watch tsu'tey approach you. Placing his hands on the ground of the branch, leaning a little over you. To now be much closer to you. “Don't do it” tsu'tey places his hand on your knee, moving it to the side. Causing your legs to spread for him. You watch as he closes his eyes, and sighs deeply. Your heart wanted to pound out of your chest, he was getting so much closer to you. “You have a scent…delicious” tsu'tey moves over your body, getting closer to your neck. Pressing his nose to your neck, breathing deeply. Words didn't come out of your mouth, you were surprised tsu'tey didn't use to behave like this with you. Well with anyone…and now he was almost on top of you. Balancing on his hands, sniffing your neck.
Tsu'tey felt so out of control, it was like he couldn't control what he was doing. He was feeling anxious, he wanted to know where that scent that was driving him crazy was coming from. Slowly moving down as he sniffed your skin, down your chest until he reached your breasts. Breathing hard again, to continue, the only thing you could do was to stay still. -T-tsu” your voice is interrupted when you see that tsu'tey had already reached your lower belly, stopping for a moment. At this moment tsu'tey was crouched over you, very close to his goal. He gave you a quick glance, and if you had to be realistic his look was one of hunger. As if no one could stop him, though you didn't plan to. Tsu'tey wouldn't get that far, would he. It was then, when he decided to go a little lower. First you thought he was going to smell one of your thighs. But you were wrong, when he went down he parked his face completely in your clothed cunt.
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Your eyes widen in surprise, as you feel him breathing much harder than before. In a quick movement you move your foot towards tsu'tey's face and kick him in the face. This makes him move away. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you yell at him, this is all taking you by surprise. You liked tsu'tey but no one has ever behaved like this before. “What's wrong? I'm just sniffing you” speaks tsu'tey caressing his face a little bit. “What for? And why are you sniffing me…there” you close your legs slowly, but you see how tsu'tey stops you. “Don't close your legs…this is where that rich smell is coming from” tsu'tey says, laughing playfully. “Oh my god, no no” you close your legs tightly. “You're talking about the smell of my parts?” you were more concerned now. “I'm talking about your whole scent, I've never smelled someone with this scent before. No na'vi woman has a scent like this…it's exciting” tsu'tey speaks a little excited. You had never seen him like this, he looked like someone else. He was still very close to you, now he had come completely over you. You were looking up, observing his whole body attitude.
“I have noticed that when I am close to you…or when I touch you” tsu'tey lowers his voice, raising his hand to now touch your thigh, caressing your exposed skin a little. “I can notice how the smell gets stronger…and I love that” tsu'tey lowers his face, moving closer to your face. You push him back, causing tsu'tey to sit back down. You were so embarrassed, tsu'tey was talking about the excitement you felt towards him, like it was nothing. You wanted to bury yourself alive, you were getting so nervous, you didn't know what to say or do to him. “Tsu'tey…but you must not approach him like that. You must ask” you looked down, tsu'tey was looking at you playfully. He is silent for a moment, seeing how you are a little nervous. Squeezing your legs together so nothing would come out. “So…could I smell you a little? “tsu'tey asks. You knew that the attitude tsutey was showing was something without mischief, something he wasn't doing on purpose. It was instinctive on his part.
“I don't know what to tell you…we barely know each other, and yes I really like you” you try to change what you just said but there was a lot going on right now. “I mean…we should wait, yeah?you know what I mean?” you try to make him understand you, it's not like you didn't want tsu'tey between your legs. But it was still too early for that. “Ok… but can I be closer to you?” asks tsu'tey again. You nod with your face, watching as he moves closer to now be literally glued next to you. His tail began to dig into your waist, and he kept looking at you.
Oh my gosh…where have you gotten to. You had to explain to tsu'tey that personal space in humans is much more important than he thinks.
summary: after completing your iknimaya tsu’tey brings you to the tree of voices and tells you that you can find a mate and ur like oouuuuuu and hes like who do you wanna mate with and ur like YOU BABY
warnings: lower caps, smut, p in v, oral (f&m receiving), some grinding, cum eating/swallowing, virginity loss, tsaheylu
wc: 3.8k
author’s note: i do NOT play ab this man like he’s so fine plllssss ima write ab him so much yall gon be sick of me!! i was honestly horny asf writing this 😂😂✌️✌️im real proud of dis one so i hope yall like it 👅
“where are you taking me?”
tsu’tey glances back at you, his golden eyes reflecting in the moonlight. he doesn’t answer right away, just gives a small smirk that sends your heart racing. “you will see.” he answers, his voice low and warm.
you giggle softly, staying close behind him as the path winds deeper into the forest. bioluminescent vines pulse gently above, lighting your way.
as you follow tsu’tey, you realize where he's taking you: the tree of voices. grace had told you about this sacred place, but seeing it now in the glowing night was a completely different experience.
tsu'tey stops by the base of the tree, his gaze fixed on the tendrils. he steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a low, gentle tone. “this is utraya mokri. the tree of voices,” he explains softly. “it connects us to our ancestors.”
the bioluminescent tendrils sway gently in the night breeze, pulsing with a soft light, the air humming faintly. you step forward, breathless, reaching out instinctively, but you pause just before touching one of the glowing vines.
beside you, tsu’tey watches you. he sees your wonder, your awe, and his expression softens. “here, prayers can be heard,” he murmured. “and answered.”
you reach for your kuru from behind your back and bring it forward. the moment your kuru connects to one of the tendrils, you hear a rush of voices: whispering, murmuring, singing.
tsu'tey watches you with a knowing look in his eyes. “i can hear them…” you breathe out.
he takes a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently touch the tendril you're connected to, his fingers brushing against yours. as your gaze flicks up to him, he's closer than before, so close you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the tiny scars along his jaw.
“they live within eywa” he says softly. he removes his hand from the tendril your connected to. he takes his own kuru and brings it forward. as tsu’tey connects to one of the swaying tendrils, it brightens around him, casting a warm light on his face, sharpening every angle, every line, and the sight makes your breath catch.
he closes his eyes, breathing deeply. when he opens them again, they're even more intense, meeting your gaze. “you are one of us now.” he says softly.
you smile deeply at his words, proud of the work that you’ve done to get here. to earn not only his trust, but the trust of the clan. to know that you’re not just a student or dreamwalker, but you’ve earned your place among the people.
you slowly disconnect your kuru from the tree, the glow softening. tsu'tey's gaze doesn't waver as you disconnect. he stands there, tall and strong, his eyes fixed on you. “you may carve your bow from the wood of hometree.” he pauses.
“and you may find a mate.”
your ears perk up and you turn to face him, his expression carefully neutral. “oh,” you mutter.
he disconnects slowly, the glow fading from his fingers. he doesn’t look at you as he fidgets with a tendril, twisting it absently. his ears flick slightly, and for once, his usual stoic composure wavers. “yes,” he says simply. “we have many fine warriors.”
you pause, your heart beating faster inside of your chest. “well, i think i know who i want to choose.” you say softly.
tsu’tey freezes, his heart pounding as he processes your words. his eyes glow intensely in the trees light as he searches your face, looking for any hint of who you might have chosen. “who?” he asks quietly.
you smirk, a blush spreading across your face. “why do you want to know?”
tsu’teys eyes narrow slightly, but there's a hint of a smile playing on his lips. he crosses his arms, trying to appear casual despite the turbulence of emotions inside him. “because i am curious,” he says, his voice low and steady. “and so that i can give them my blessing.”
you turn your gaze away from him, looking down at the bioluminescent moss. “well, they would need to choose me too.”
he swallows hard, his eyes flicking down to your lips before quickly looking back up. the air between you two feels charged, electric. he takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “true,” he murmurs. “they would need to choose you as well.”
you nod, still keeping your eyes down. “do you think that they would?”
he pauses, his gaze intense as he searches your face. the moment feels suspended in time, the only sounds being the gentle rustling of the forest accompanied by the soft glow of the tree of voices. “i think... they would be foolish not to.”
your breath catches at his words. you pause for a long moment before finally looking up at him.
“would you choose me, tsu’tey?”
your voice is barely audible.
his breath catches in his throat, surprise and a deep, profound longing flashing across his face. for a moment, he's silent, the weight of your question hanging heavy between you. then, slowly, he reaches out and gently cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. “yes,” he whispers hoarsely. “i would choose you.”
the world around you seems to fade. theres only the rise and fall of your breath and the warmth of his hand on your cheek. your heart hammers against your ribs, the moment unbearably intimate. you can’t look away from him. you don’t want to look away.
tsu’tey leans in slowly, deliberately, as if giving you time to pull back, but you don’t move. neither does he.
his lips brush against yours, gentle at first. he’s testing the waters, seeing how you react. when you only lean into it, his hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you into a deeper kiss. he parts his lips slightly, inviting you in, his other arm wrapping around your waist.
you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss even further. he groans softly, his arms tightening around you. he opens his mouth wider, allowing your tongue to explore. the kiss deepens, becoming more passionate, more urgent.
he walks you back until you’re pressed against a tree, the soft glow enveloping both of you.
you let out a groan as your back suddenly hits the tree, the sound sending a surge of desire through him. he kisses you harder, more intensely, his body pressing against yours.
he pulls back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. “i have wanted to do that… for so long.” he admits. “yeah? what else have you wanted to do?” you asked, breathless.
he swallows hard, his eyes dark with desire. he leans in to capture your mouth in another deep kiss before pulling back to whisper against your lips. “touch you... taste you... claim you as mine.” his hand slides down to grip your thigh possessively.
you let out a low groan. “then do it. please…”
his control snaps. he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses you harder against the tree. he kisses you deeply, his hands roaming your body. you moan against his mouth, bringing a hand up to his neck. he groans appreciatively, his hips shifting against you instinctively.
he tears his mouth from yours to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands gripping your thighs. “tsu’tey…” you breathe out, arching into his touch.
hearing his name on your lips only makes him more aroused. he presses his erection against you deliberately, wanting you to feel how much he wants you. “i want to lay you down right here and make you mine.” he murmurs against your throat.
you let out a whine at his words, heat pooling in between your legs at the thought. he grinds against you slowly, giving you both some friction. “so responsive.” he groans, sucking gently on your pulse point.
you moan as he grinds against you, your hips rutting up to meet his movements. he slides one hand between you, pressing against the heat of your core through your loincloth. he kisses you deeply as he rubs slow circles over you, his other hand supporting your weight against the tree.
you whimper into his mouth, your pussy throbbing at the contact. he swallows your whimper, his movements becoming more deliberate, more focused on giving you pleasure.
he breaks the kiss to watch your face, seeing your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth open in silent moans. the sight makes him even harder. “i want to touch you properly.” he rasps out.
you nod frantically. “yes, please…”
without another word, he lowers you to your feet and drops to his knees. he looks up at you, his hands gripping your thighs possessively. he slowly starts to undo the knots of your loincloth, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your hips and your lower stomach.
you bring your hands down and help him untie the knots, sliding your loincloth down your legs. you’re suddenly very exposed before him, the cool night air hitting your pussy. you instinctively close your legs, a flush spreading across your cheeks.
tsu’tey pauses, his eyes lifting to meet yours. he leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your leg. “open for me.” he murmurs softly, his voice gentle but commanding. his hands squeeze your legs reassuringly.
you listen, spreading your legs wide for him and allowing him to see you fully.
the sight of you so open and trusting makes his cock throb in his loincloth. he leans forward, running his nose along the inside of your thigh, inhaling your scent deeply. he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs before finally reaching out to gently part you with his fingers. he takes a moment to admire you before leaning forward and pressing a reverent kiss to your clit.
you jump slightly and let out a soft whimper, bringing a hand down to tangle in his hair.
he smiles against you, the motion making your clit throb against his mouth. he loves how responsive you are, how your body reacts to even the slightest touch. he gives you another soft kiss before slowly licking up your center.
the touch of his tongue makes you throw your head back against the tree, your legs shaking slightly. he circles your clit with his tongue gently before sucking it into his mouth. his hands grip your thighs firmly to keep you steady.
“tsu’tey, oh god, don’t stop...” you whine, tightening your grip in his hair.
encouraged by your words, he continues his gentle assault on your clit, alternating between sucking and licking. he watches your face intently, loving the way your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth hangs open as you whimper and moan “i am not stopping until you come on my tongue.” he says against you, the vibration making you shiver.
you moan at his words and you instinctively begin to grind on his face, chasing your release. he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you tighter against his mouth and lifting you slightly to get a better angle.
“tsu’tey, fuck, im close...” you gasp out. he moans as you grind against his face, completely losing himself in the taste of you. he sucks on your clit, his tongue flicking it rapidly while one of his hands releases your leg to palm your ass possessively. the other hand slides up to grip your hip, encouraging your movements. “come for me.” he mumbles against your pussy. “let me feel you. let me taste you.”
his words are all you need to hear before your orgasm crashes over you, your legs shaking as your back arches against the tree.
his tongue never leaves you, lapping up every drop of your release. when your trembling finally subsides, he leans his forehead against your thigh, catching his breath. “so beautiful.” he whispers reverently.
you drop to your knees and join him on the soft bioluminescent moss. he sits back, watching you with heavy-lidded eyes as you settle next to him. his loincloth is tented, his cock hard and straining against the fabric. he swallows hard, seeing your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair from your orgasm. “come here.”
you lean in and kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. he kisses you back hungrily, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you flush against his chest. the kiss is deep and passionate, his tongue exploring your mouth as you taste yourself on him. he grinds his covered erection against you, seeking some friction.
“you are so perfect,” he breathes against your lips. “so perfect for me.” you bring your hands down to fumble with the ties of his loincloth. he watches you intently as you work on the knots, his breathing growing heavier.
when the fabric finally falls away, his hard cock springs free, already leaking at the tip. he reaches out and pulls you back into a deep kiss. “touch me,” he whispers against your lips.
“you want me to?” he nods rapidly. “yes.” he groans against your lips, grinding his hips forward slightly. “i want to feel your hands on me.” his hands move to grip your jaw gently, his thumb brushing across your cheek.
you smile and wrap your hand around his cock, giving him a slow stroke from base to tip. he hisses at the contact, his head falling back. he watches your hand work his length through hooded eyes as you stroke him slowly. he’s large in your hand, pulsating with every stroke. “yes... like that...”
you go up and kiss him deeply. his hips move in rhythm with your hand, fucking into your touch as you kiss him. he groans into your mouth, his arms wrapping around you possessively.
you break the kiss, moving to place open mouthed kisses down his body. you nuzzle your face against his stomach, inhaling his scent deeply before going even lower, your mouth hovering dangerously close to his cock.
he looks down at you with wide eyes. he’s leaking profusely, a steady stream of clear liquid exiting the tip. his muscles tense as he watches you kneel between his legs, his voice hoarse with desire. “you do not have to…”
you cut him off by taking him into your mouth. his eyes roll back as your mouth envelops his cock, a loud, guttural groan escaping his throat. he looks down at you with awe and pleasure in his eyes. “eywa…” he brings a hand down to tangle in your hair.
he watches you through hooded eyes, his cock disappearing into your mouth over and over. the sight of your lips stretched around him is incredibly erotic, and his hips start to move, gently fucking into your mouth. “i am going to come,” he warns.
you moan around him and relax your throat as he gently thrusts up into your mouth. you pull him even deeper, making it clear that you’re not going anywhere.
as you do, he lets out a loud, pleasure-filled groan. he comes hard, his release spilling into the back of your throat.
he holds your head in place, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pumps his release into your mouth. you swallow, taking everything that he gives you.
seeing you swallow his cum makes him moan deeply and his cock jerks one last time in your mouth before he gently pulls out, completely spent. he looks down at you in awe, his chest heaving. “i have never...that was...”
you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, feeling satisfied with yourself. “good?”
“more than good,” he manages, pulling you back up into his lap. he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest. he nuzzles his face in your neck, breathing in your scent. “perfect. you are perfect.” you smile, nuzzling into him.
he holds you like that for a long time, simply breathing you in and basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. “i need to be inside of you,” he breathes out.
you pull back, meeting his gaze, seeing his dilated pupils and the desperation in his eyes. “please,” he whispers, his cock already hardening again at the thought of being inside you. he kisses you deeply, pouring all his desire and need into the kiss. “i need to feel you around me.”
you swallow hard and nod. “yes, please.”
without wasting another second, he lifts you up and positions himself beneath you, guiding his hard cock to your entrance. “look at me,” he commands softly.
you oblige and meet his gaze, a fresh wave of nerves pooling in your stomach.
just before he was about to enter you, he held up his queue and looked at you with a silent question.
tsu’tey watched the understanding in your eyes as you saw what he was asking: tsaheylu. not just to be inside you… but to bond. connect with you on the deepest, most intimate level.
he waited, silent, searching your gaze for any hesitation. no matter how badly he wanted you, needed you like this, he would never force the choice. “i want to feel everything with you. please, let me.”
you nodded frantically. “yes…please.” you breathed, your heart swelling with emotions. you grabbed your kuru from behind your back and held it up.
the moment your queues entwined, soft, glowing tendrils locking together, the both of you gasped sharply. your entire body tensed, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of sensation.
you suddenly felt everything. his emotions, memories, thoughts, flooding into you like a tidal wave. you saw yourself through his eyes: proud, beautiful, loved. he felt your desire, not just for pleasure, but for him. “i can feel you…” he breathed. “i can feel how much you want this…”
you nodded. “please, tsu’tey…” you gasped out. “i need you.”
he watched your expression carefully, his hands steadying you on his lap. “hold onto me.” he said, his voice rough. he slowly started to lower you onto his cock, stretching you wide open.
you hiss at the intrusion, bringing your hands up to his shoulders and digging marks into his skin as the bond amplified every sensation, every inch of him inside you.
he stayed perfectly still, letting you adjust. he felt your pain through the bond, and it made his heart ache. his jaw tightened with the effort of holding back, his hands gently stroking your hips. “breathe,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “i have you. take your time.” his cock twitched inside you, desperate to move but he waits for you.
once he was fully seated, you stay there for a moment, accommodating to his size.
he watches you intently, his expression a mix of concern and barely contained passion. he can feel your warmth enveloping him, and it's taking all his self-control not to thrust up into you. he could feel your pain subsiding through the bond, your nails relaxing their grip on his shoulders.
“move, please.” you mutter.
at your permission, he lets out a low groan and starts to move slowly. his hands grip your hips firmly as he lifts you up and down on his cock, setting a gentle rhythm. each time he enters you fully, he pauses briefly to let you adjust before pulling out almost completely.
he began hitting something inside of you that made you see stars with each thrust. you gripped on to his shoulders for leverage, wrapping your legs tight around his waist. “fuck…”
he hears your moan and feels your body clench around him. “right there?” he asks breathlessly, deliberately hitting that same spot again. he’s now moving with more confidence, thrusting up into you while you grind down onto him, your bodies fitting together perfectly. “that’s my girl… take it.”
he watches your face, seeing the flush on your cheeks and the slight parting of your lips as you breathe heavily. his hands tighten on your hips, pulling you down harder onto his thrusts. “look at me.” he commands, wanting to see your expression as he hits that spot again.
you look up and meet his gaze, resting your forehead against his.
his eyes lock with yours, the intensity in his gaze burning into your soul. he thrusts up into you deeply and steadily, hitting that spot over and over again. his breath hitches as he feels you getting closer through the bond. “i’m right here,” he whispers against your forehead.
the pleasure was overwhelming through tsaheylu, your climax building rapidly. “tsu’tey, i’m gonna come,”
his eyes widen as he feels you start to flutter around his cock. he grips your hips harder, pulling you down onto him and holding you there as he starts to thrust up into you rapidly, chasing your orgasm. “come for me,” he groans, his face buried in your neck.
your orgasm rips through you at his words, making you clench and gush around him.
the feeling of your release around his cock sends him over the edge. with a loud moan, he comes inside you, his warm cum filling you as he holds you tightly against him. his body shakes and convulses as he empties himself completely into your pussy. “fuck...” he whines out.
the word sounds crude and foreign on his tongue, making heat spread across your cheeks. your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as you come down from your high.
he stays buried deep inside you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he catches his breath. he presses soft kisses to your neck and collarbone, his hands gently stroking your back. “shh,” he murmurs against your skin. “just stay like this for a moment.”
you bury your face into his neck, nuzzling into him and inhaling his scent deeply.
once he's completely soft, he pulls out carefully, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. some of his cum leaks out of you, and he watches it happen, his expression thoughtful. “are you alright?”
you nod lazily. “i’ve never been better.”
he smiles softly at your response, pulling you back into his lap again. he wraps his arms around you possessively, the warmth of his body combating the cool night air. “come here.” he murmurs, encouraging you to rest your head on his shoulder.
he kisses the top of your head gently as you rest against his shoulder, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. he feels content in a way he never has before, holding you close after sharing something so intimate. “sleep,” he whispers.
you fell asleep quickly with tsu’teys arm firmly around you. he slept deeply, content in the knowledge that his mate was beside him.
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