Stay with me- As you lay bleeding in the battlefield, Jake is there begging you to stay
Not a Soldier- When Jake's treatment towards Lo'ak takes a turn for the worse after Neteyam's death, you step in to put an end to it.
Tarsem
Nothing else matters- When you have had enough of the pressure put on you by your father, will an unexpected confession brighten your spirits?
Part two or standalone to nothing else matters. Here
Neteyam
Late-night confessions- During some late-night stargazing, you and Neteyam share a first kiss, quickly realizing neither of you knows what you're doing.
Avatar frontiers of pandora (current fixation)
So’lek
Blood Soaked Truths- When a simple RDA mission goes wrong, So'lek is forced to confront his feelings towards you.
A Normal Life- With the sky people driven out, you and So'lek try to live a normal life without your clan. This is a multipart, ongoing series
No More Hiding- After months of hiding his feelings, So'lek is forced to confess.
Exciting news- After you are injured on an rda mission, Anufi reveals some exciting news
Too much zangke- The great games brings out a rare side of So'lek
Itu
Hidden feelings- on your mission to convince the Aranahe to join the fight against the sky people, you meet a handsome hunter. Finished series Part one - Part two - Part three - Part four
Others-
Okul:
A walk through the clouded forest almost ends in tragedy, but an alluring Kame'tire herbalist saves you. How will you navigate your feelings for them after you are healed?
Yesss!!! Im super focused on my So’lek x Trr’ong!reader series right now but once I finish it I will be back to writing about Tarsem!! He seriously does not get enough love and I am cooking up so many ideas for him.
Hi it's me from Trr'ong!reader request where they paint each other before battle, hope u don't made but I also got an idea that u could write where we met So'lek after everything maybe we're a little injured and he just run to us when he saw us and hug and happy tears we alive <33
So'lek with Trr'ong!reader where they are still in their courting time and just running around clan and being all cute and adorable ??? + where we paint him for battle and promise each other we'll be okay and together after all this (fluff ending i beg)
Hi! Thank you for this request! I loved reading it! I kinda made this a multipart series! Here is the third part, where they are okay in the end; it is the three-part prequel!
Description: The time had come to face the sky people. You could only hope that your clan would survive.
Word count: 1.3k
A/n: This is the last part of the prequel to the So'lek x Trr'ong!reader story! I hope you enjoy! Based on this and this request.
The time had come; your clan had been making preparations for the battle all morning. Soon, you would all fly to the Hallelujah Mountains to join Toruk Makto, you and So’lek, who were fearful, fearful that you would not return to one another. After spending the night together under the spirit tree, finally mating before Eywa, you were saddened to leave him. You knew the risks, you knew there was a chance you would not survive this. Most of all, you feared for So’lek. He was fearless, and that is what scared you the most.
So’lek came to you before the war party was set to leave. He came to you with paints, ready to have you apply the paints for one another for battle.
“I wish for you to paint me,” He had said softly.
You nodded your head, taking the paints from him and motioning him to sit before you. Kneeling, you gathered the paint on your fingers before streaking it across his face. The paints matched the colors of his ikran. You made lines across his body, taking your time to savor this moment with him, as it could be your last. Finally, you finished it by covering your entire hand in white paint and pressing it to his chest, leaving your handprint there.
He then took the paint from you, before beginning to paint you as well. His touch was gentle and focused; he, too, was savoring this moment. Like you, he added his handprint to your chest, signifying that he was holding you in his heart.
You took him into your arms, careful not to smear the paint. He grasped the back of your head, whispering to you softly to calm your nerves.
“Please come back to me,” you whispered, your voice shaking with fear.
“Do not be afraid, we will get through this.”
His words only offered slight comfort, as you both knew there was no guarantee you would survive.
Then, you heard your clan sound the alarm. The time had come. You and So’lek stood, gathering your weapons before heading towards your ikran.
You took one last look at one another before mounting your ikran and taking to the sky. Normally, you loved flying, but today, you had never hated it more in your life. Your heart was racing, and you could hear your blood pumping in your ears. Your face felt hot, and the cold wind slapped against your skin, doing little to calm your nerves.
As the Hallelujah Mountains came into view, your heart skipped a beat. Your breath hitched, the reality of the situation crashing down on you like a powerful waterfall.
You perched your ikran on the face of the mountain, looking over at So’lek as he spoke to his mentor, Wawen.
“Be careful, brother, this enemy is quick,” Wawn had said to him.
“So are we.” So’lek wore a determined expression, his head tilted up as he spoke.
Then, you saw the metal birds coming into view. The sky people have arrived. Waiting for Toruk Makto to give the signal, your heart pounded in your chest. You looked over at So’lek to find him looking back at you. He traced every detail of your face, wanting to appreciate you one last time, in case he never saw you again.
Suddenly, when the sky people were right below you, Toruk Makto cried out, signaling the clans to attack.
Your ikran dove down towards the metal birds. Taking your bow, you aimed for the metal bird’s wing. It fell from the sky in a trail of fire, landing on another metal bird as it went down, taking it with it. You cried out in victory before aiming for your next target.
As you looked around, many Na’vi were falling from the sky. You searched for So’lek, but you did not see him. You knew he was capable, a fierce hunter, and now, a warrior.
Not wanting to linger on the idea any longer, you regained your composure. You took down as many sky people as you could, but there were too many.
The battle was becoming lost; too many Na’vi were falling. You began to lose hope, praying to Eywa to help you.
Suddenly, as if your prayers had been answered, Pandora fought back. Ikrans with no riders swarmed the metal birds; animals below took out the sky people on the ground. You cried out in victory, the sky people had lost. You searched the skies for So’lek, but you did not see him. After a long time of searching, you thought that maybe he was helping the wounded return to your village. So, you began to fly home, hoping to see him there.
As you approached your village, you smelled it. Smoke in the air, the smell of metal so strong you could taste it. Your heart sank; this could only mean one thing: the sky people had found your home.
Urging your ikran to fly faster, you made it to your village at a pace one might find impossible. Once you landed, you saw the carnage of your village. The sky people had destroyed it, burning your homes and killing everyone in their path. Elders, children, and those who could not fight were all dead. You cried as you ran through your village, searching for any survivors. When you found none, you fell to your knees and wept.
Suddenly, you remembered your mother; you had not seen her in the remains of your home. She could not be gone, she is tsahik, your clan needed her. Your mother did not fight; she stayed to help heal the wounded and watch over the rest of the clan. You ran to the healer's circle, hoping to find her there.
You did find her, only she was still, lying on the ground with no breath. You fell to your knees before her, sobbing as you shook her, begging her to wake up.
“Ma sa’nok, please get up!”
You wailed when she did not respond, crying out to Eywa. So’lek still had not returned, which made your heart break even further. He could not be gone, he could not.
Suddenly, as if Eywa had answered your prayers, you heard someone calling your name. You sprinted towards the sound, heart racing with anticipation. It had to be So’lek, it had to be. Your assumptions were correct. He ran towards you, throwing himself into your arms. Both of you collided on the ground, sobbing as you held each other.
“Ma So’lek, I thought you were dead,” you cried.
He shushed you, running his hands through your hair to calm you. Only, he also needed to be calmed as well.
“Mawey, mawey,” he spoke into your ear. He looked around him, seeing the destruction, the death that the sky people had caused. Your clan was gone, and you and So’lek seemed to be the only survivors.
After some time, you pulled apart to look at one another. Your breath was shaky, your face hurt.
“What will we do? We have no clan.” You said pitifully, the weight of what has occurred falling on you. So’lek had no answer; the only thing he could think to do was leave. You had no possessions, only the clothes on your back and the bow in your hands.
“We ride,” He said, walking towards his ikran. He wore a cold, detached expression, and his voice gained a new edge. You ran after him, turning to face him.
“So’lek, where will we go?”
He stared into your eyes, thinking of how to answer you. With all of the horrors he had faced and the death of his clan, at least he could see you, at least you were alive. He pulled you into his grasp again, thanking Eywa for your return, for your safety.
“I do not know where we will go, all I know is we will be together.”
Thank you for reading! My requests are open for the Trr'ong!reader series!
Pairing/content: romantic So’lek x reader, platonic So’lek x child. So’lek as a father and realising he has more to live for than just vengeance and anger. His mate and his child
Spoilers/notes: I couldn’t resist indulging in a bit of papa So’lek being a soft dad and mate. We all want that cookie don’t lie. Lowkey entered flow state
Word count: 550
Na’vi dictionary translation:
Tahnì- Star, bioluminescent freckle
Tsyìp- Little (diminutive suffix)
Ma- vocative marker, used to show who the speaker is addressing (ie, Ma Neytiri, Ma ayite)
Tsaheylu- the bond
Ite- daughter
•So’lek hasn't thought of himself as a soft man in many years or even a fearful man-but watching his ite come into the world? with both Aranahe and Sarentu Tsahìk working to help you through this battle. he felt truly powerless 𝝑𝝔
•It was a fight he had no sway in. He couldn’t wield a gun or bow to take this pain rather all he could do was stay seated behind you with your back to his chest and loose circulation in his hands from the grip you had 𝝑𝝔
•Now it was peaceful. You lay asleep with a hand limply resting on his thigh as he sat next to you holding the little bundle in his arms 𝝑𝝔
•He never thought himself soft. never thought he’d see a day where rage and vengeance didn't drive him but now…his tahnìtsyìp swaddled in his arms looking so tiny against him 𝝑𝝔
•her hand that encircled his singular finger couldn't even meet. Her skin so soft and unburdened by callouses,untainted by the spill of blood, gripped him like he was someone worthy of this blind trust and love. not the dog tag warrior who struck soldiers dead before they even knew death was behind them- but a father 𝝑𝝔
•she smelled so fresh. milky and sweet like rising bread-it itched at some instinct deep in him. one that screamed at him to protect this beautiful defenceless creature 𝝑𝝔
•you both had already made tsaheylu with her. her mind so clear yet fuzzy-the love she held for you both from her very first breath was overwhelming and could've knocked him off his feet if he hadn't been sitting down 𝝑𝝔
•she looked just like him, he noticed. from her eyes to her stripes and even the pout of her lips. She had your tahnì though. each and every utterly perfect fleck of light mirrored you exactly. all those months she was tucked away safe and growing by you only for her to come out as his mini me 𝝑𝝔
•he never thought he could see himself as delicate yet looking at her…those vivid golden eyes fluttered at him so softly he could believe when you'd said he had a gentle face 𝝑𝝔
•he hadn't even allowed anyone near you, baring his fangs and hissing when Priya had come bounding over-your hand lightly squeezing his bicep lessened his ire but only a pinch. allowed to look but not touch, he looked like a grumpy cat with how his tail flicked in jerky swishes 𝝑𝝔
•even now his ears were subconsciously twitching for any threatening sounds. more so they were focused on the little giggles his ite let out as she tried to gum at his fingers 𝝑𝝔
•his gaze flicked over to you who still sleeps soundly beside him. blankets resting just below your stomach etched with stretch marks and your chest puffing in short breaths-skin still damp with sweat and hair littered with flyaways and frizz and by Eywa you were glowing. He thought you had never looked so stunning, he felt like when you two had first mated. tongue tied and in a smitten daze like he were a young warrior again 𝝑𝝔
•as he stared at you and then his tahnitsyip still nibbling his hand he knew he'd have to wait until he could give you another though 𝝑𝝔
you sit cross legged on a hand woven mat of soft dried reeds, your tail twitching as you focus.
between your knees rests a cracked, weathered piece of slate and a chunk of white chalk, your makeshift tools for decoding the tongue twisting language of the sky people.
jake sits across from you, he's leaning back against the rough bark of the tree, one leg stretched out, his long tail sweeping lazily through the grass in slow sways.
he’s holding a small wooden bowl of local berries, tossing them into his mouth one by one while watching your silent struggle with a growing smirk.
"alright, give it to me straight," jake rumbles, his deep voice cutting through the wind.
he leans forward, placing his hands on his knees, his eyes locking onto yours. "give me the phrase for when the hunters return. the one we practiced earlier."
you swallow, your throat tightening. the sounds feel like trying to swallow small, jagged stones compared to the fluid, melodic vowels of your native tongue.
you take a breath, your ears twitching in deep concentration, "the... strangers... bring home the... dead meat," you say proudly, your voice cracking a bit as you speak .
jake freezes mid chew. a single purple berry rolls out of his fingers and bounces across the mat.
for a second, the forest is dead silent. then, he lets out a loud bark of laughter. he throws his head back, his entire frame shaking as he collapses sideways against the tree, clutching his stomach.
"strangers?!" jake gasps, his fangs fully bared as he tries to draw breath. "dead meat?!"
"it is what you said!" you protest instantly, your tail whacking the woven mat. your ears press completely flat against your skull, and the bioluminescent dots on your cheeks flare a brighter, embarrassed shade of blue.
"you said 'the hunters bring home the hunt.' a hunter is someone you do not know until they speak, which is a stranger! and the hunt is no longer alive, so it is dead meat!"
"okay and what did you say you wanted to do to the sky people's flying ship when it landed?"
you narrow your eyes, you see the smile on his face growing. you know he's waiting for you to fail, but you refuse to let this clumsy language defeat you
"i will... poke the giant... sky bug... in the belly," you announce, lifting your chin.
he clamps his hand over his mouth, his fingers pressing so hard into his cheeks that his skin is warping.
his eyes are squeezed shut, the lids trembling, and his tail is locked in a perfectly straight line behind him.
"jake," you say, warning. "do not do it."
a muffled, squeaking sound escapes his nose, his broad shoulders give a violent, uncontrollable hitch.
"i am serious," you hiss, your ears still flattened tightly against your skull they practically disappear into your dark hair.
jake slowly opens one eye. it is filled with tears of suppressed hysteria. he slowly lowers his hands from his face, his lips pressed together into a line so tight that his fangs are digging into his bottom lip.
"say it... say it one more time," he chokes out, his voice a strained, breathless squeak. "just... so i can make sure i heard the... the inflection right."
you take a deep, stabilizing breath, before placing the slate between you both and point a finger at it.
"i will ... poke the giant sky bug in the... belly," you repeat, glancing up at him.
he laughs again this time he covers his face with his hands.
"it is not funny, jake!" you protest, shoving his shoulder. he barely budges, which only makes you more annoyed. "i am trying!"
"i know, i know, i'm sorry," jake gasps, wiping a tear from his eye as he finally looks up at you.
he exhales letting out a small laugh before shaking his head. "okay, okay.. let's start over, i'll teach you some easy words." he grins, taking the slate from the mat.
you slide over, sitting beside him, watching as he draws a very shaky outline of a thanator.
"okay, this one is cat," jake says.
you stare at the drawing, then at him, bewildered. "jake, a thanator can eat three of your human bodies in one bite. why do you give it a name that sounds tiny and harmless?"
"no, no, a thanator is a big cat," jake explains. "back on earth, we have tiny versions of them. they sit on your lap and purr."
"i do not think a thanator would sit on my lap," you say dryly.
"probably not, now let's try it," he says, his voice low, "repeat after me. cat."
"khyat," you say, resting your head on his shoulder as you squint at the drawing.
"It’s soft.." jake says quietly, looking at you. "It’s just... cat... like a gentle little sigh. not Khyat, you sound like you have a hairball!" he grins.
"i do not have a...hairball, whatever that ridiculous human object is!" you say, confused.
your legs are tangled with his as you point down at the slate. "they get everything wrong," you mutter.
"yeah, they do," jake whispers playfully, before pressing as soft kiss on your forehead. "but you're still my favorite little khyat in the whole jungle."
you let out a little snort before rolling your eyes. "do not mock me skxawng... i am done with this sky people talk."
before you can scramble away, his massive arms shoot out and grab you by the waist. he yanks you backward into his lap, trapping you against his chest.
you let out a squeal, your hands gripping his forearms as you try to pry yourself free, but he’s like a solid wall of muscle.
he leans down, burying his face in the crook of your neck, and uses his fangs to playfully nip and nuzzle at the sensitive skin right under your ear.
It tickles and your legs kick as you laugh out.
"say it," Jake demands into your neck, his voice vibrating right into your skin as he keeps up the tickling. "say the word right, or I’m never letting you up."
"Khyat!" you screech through your laughter, as you squirm helplessly against him.
"nope, wrong! try again!" jake chuckles loudly, his own laughter mixing with yours as he rolls both of you over onto the soft mat, pinning you beneath his weight. "come on, give it to me. one more time."
you pant, your chest heaving from laughing so hard, staring up at him as your ears finally settle into a soft, relaxed tilt.
"cat," you whisper smoothly, your tongue finally mimicking his perfectly.
jake smiles down at you, his eyes full of adoration. "perfect," he murmurs, pressing his forehead gently against yours. "see? i knew you could do it."
"i want to teach you a phrase," he says, "It's an important one."
you tilt your head, your ears twitching forward in curiosity. "what is it?"
"i love you," jake says softly.
the words sound strange, but the way he says them with a reverence that mirrors how the omaticaya speak of eywa, it makes your heart skip a beat.
"what does it mean?" you whisper.
he reaches out, his large hand gently cupping the side of your face. his thumb brushes over the glowing bioluminescent dots on your cheek.
"in na'vi, you say oel ngati kameie. i see you," jake explains, his eyes searching yours. "but on earth, when you say i love you... it means my heart belongs to you. It means you are my home."
your breath hitches. the depth of the human words suddenly feels more beautiful than you ever expected.
you place your hand over his, before holding his wrist lightly.
you swallow hard, practicing the sounds in your head before letting them slip past your lips, soft and clear.
"i... love... you, jake."
another breathtaking smile breaks across his face, his gaze drops to your lips, his thumb still tracing the curve of your cheekbone.
"can i teach you one more thing?" he murmurs, his breath brushing warm against your mouth.
you can barely nod, your fingers tightening around his wrist. "yes."
he closes the distance between you.
the kiss is soft at first, a hesitant question that melts the moment your lips part against his. tt’s entirely human, there's no queuing or an ancient na'vi ritual just the heat of him pressing into you.
jake’s hand shifts from your cheek to the back of your neck, his long fingers tangling in your hair to hold you close, while his other arm winds around your waist, pulling your chest flush against his.
a quiet, breathless sound escapes your throat, and jake drinks it in, deepening the kiss.
So i have an headcanon that Trr'ong speciality was wood carving, like So'lek necklace during the battle was their typical warrior accessory or lovers bracelets you can find in ash and fire dlc and i saw youre making Trr'ong!reader series so i thought u could include that if u agree?? Like So'lek making us some woods gifts for example??
Description: With the war against the RDA looming, you and So'lek spend one final night together.
Warnings: Mentions of war, tsaheylu, SMUT
Word Count: 1.6k
A/n: This is my first time writing smut! I hope you enjoy. Part two of the prequel to the So'lek x Trr'ong reader series. Based on this request.
The RDA had been increasing the pressure near your home. With the news of what they did to the omatikaya home tree, it was only a matter of time before there was a war. You, So’lek, and your clan were prepared. Despite this, you and So’lek continued your courtship. Soon, you were to be mated; the preparations had been made.
So’lek continued giving you gifts. In fact, he had just finished crafting you a wooden bead for your songcord. It was meant to symbolize the new bond. He was over the moon about the fact that you were to be mated soon.
You spent all of your free time together. Tonight, he would present you with the bead he made and help you tie it to your songcord. A part of him was nervous. Yes, he knew that you had no doubts towards the new bond, but a small sliver of him still worried. He was also nervous because this was the deepest, most intense bond a Na’vi could have with someone. He would be bound to you for life, and you to him. Not that he had any doubts about mating with you, he had known his choice since you were children.
The thought of being mated to you and starting a family of your own ignited something within him. He could hardly believe that you had chosen him. He often dreamed of the children you would have together. This was the life he had yearned for, and he only saw this life with you in it. In fact, So’lek could not imagine a life without you at all.
As you made your way towards the river together, hands intertwined, voices filled with laughter, he knew this was the moment to give you the bead. He stopped you, turning you towards him with his hand on your shoulders. He took in a shaky breath before reaching for the bead. You gasped when you saw it, immediately knowing what it was before he could even speak. Tears pricked your eyes when you took it from him, picking it up with shaky hands.
“This bead is for your songcord. It symbolizes the new bond between us.” He said, taking in every inch of your features.
You smiled up at him before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Ma So’lek, I love it. Will you help me tie it on?”
He nodded eagerly, all thoughts of nervousness leaving his body. Reaching for your songcord, he took the bead from you before beginning to tie it on. Once he was finished, he took your face in your hands, resting his forehead on yours.
“I do not know how much longer I can wait to make the bond, Yawne.”
You laughed at this, truly pleased at his eagerness, for you were just as eager.
“Let us not wait any longer; we should make the bond tomorrow.”
His eyes widened at this. He smiled at the thought before leaning down to press his lips to yours. You returned the kiss, deepening it as you threaded your fingers through his hair.
“Tomorrow.” He said, with a finality that even a palulukan could not stop. You nodded, basking in this moment with him. The thought of finally being mated to him sent a warmth throughout your entire body.
You parted ways that night with a newfound excitement. Hardly sleeping as you envisioned what tomorrow would bring.
However, the morning brought news that would put a damper on this excitement. Toruk Makto, Jake Sully, had come to the Trr’ong clan, calling upon them to join the fight against the sky people. Your clan will be going to war, and preparations must be made. You spent that entire day crafting arrows and better armor. As did So’lek, and many other clan members. There were, of course, ones that would not fight.
You would be lying if you said you were not afraid, but not just for yourself, but for So’lek, for your clan. So’lek had been at your side all day helping you with preparations. His presence was mostly silent, but it grounded you both. You only hoped you would see each other again.
Nightfall had come, and in the morning, you were to join the clans in the Hallelujah Mountains.
That is when So’lek came to you. You had been preparing to sleep, for you needed as much rest as you could get. He walked into your kelku, leaning down next to you.
“We should make the bond now.”
You snapped towards him, heart racing at the idea. You had thought it would be put on hold till after the war.
“I do not wish to die without being mated to you.” His words held a vulnerability that was rare for So’lek.
“Neither do I,” you accepted his request, taking your hand in his as you stood. If you were going to do this, it would be the right way. So, you led him to the tree of voices. The bioluminescence illuminated your skin. You stared into each other's eyes before lowering to your knees on the ground. You both reached for your kurus, presenting them to one another. You eyed the glowing tendrils, your heart racing with anticipation. He held onto your waist as your kuru intertwined with his, falling into one another as the intensity of the bond washed over you. You saw and felt everything. His thoughts, his memories, his insecurities, and he felt yours as well. In that moment, you became one.
Quickly, he smashed his lips onto yours, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lifted you into his lap. You gasped into the kiss, suddenly realizing how much you needed him. His hands were everywhere, running up and down your back, down your thighs, and up to your breasts, grabbing a handful of them. Groaning at the sensation, you took a fistful of his hair in your hands.
“So’lek,” you breathed out, trying to tell him how much you needed him.
“I know,” he cooed, you had forgotten that he feels everything you feel.
With that, he lowered you to the ground, holding himself over you as he drank you in. You pawed at the chest guard he wore, urging him to take it off. When he did, he helped you slip your own off. He took in the sight of you, heart racing with desire.
He leaned down to press his lips between your breasts before sharply inhaling your scent. Making his way down, leaving a trail of kisses along your abdomen, he reached behind you to untie your loincloth. You lifted your hips to help him, propping yourself up on your elbows to take in the sight of him.
He groaned at your exposed heat, slick with arousal. Quickly, he swiped across your clit with his fingers, taking in the way you clenched for him. You moaned as he touched you, bucking your hips up into his hand, chasing more.
“So’lek, please,” You breathed out, begging him to take you. He hummed in understanding. Perhaps he would take his time with you next time. For he needed you just as much. Years of built-up tension have been building to this moment, and neither of you could wait any longer.
He shed his loincloth, his cock bouncing as it was freed. He was disgustingly hard. Your face heated up at the sight of him, blushing a dark purple. He leaned over you, panting as he took his cock in his hand. He looked into your eyes, seeking approval, only to be met with your thoughts of how much you needed him.
Slowly, he sank into you, both of you letting out loud moans once he bottomed out. You stayed like that for some time, clinging to one another. So’lek shook as he felt the way you clenched around him. Wanting to last as long as possible, he began thrusting into you slowly. The sounds of you moaning in his ear did not help; they only pushed him further towards his climax. He felt your desire for more, as well as hearing your pleas.
“Yawne, I want- I want to make this last,” He choked on his words.
You only shook your head, pleading with him to give you more.
“So’lek, please.”
He groaned before thrusting harder, giving you what you want. The scene was filthy, the sounds of his hips snapping into you, and hot, panting bodies filled the air around you. You moaned as you neared your orgasm, clinging harder to him, your legs tightening around his waist.
“Ma So’lek, I’m-”
He shushed you gently, for he knew you were, as he was as well. He rubbed circles into your clit, helping you reach your orgasm.
“I know, I am as well,”
With that, your back arched as you came, clenching around him like a vice. He moaned as he came, coating your walls. He fell onto you, holding you as he rolled onto his back, laying you on top of him.
Neither of you spoke for some time, simply lying there as you recovered.
“We are now mated for life,” You said, looking up at him lovingly. He smiled as he held you tighter, hoping that this moment would last forever.
He only wished that the next day would not come, that the war would never happen. However, he knew it was necessary, as did you. For you could not start a family or live in peace with the looming threat of the RDA.
Babe we need some fluff wirh happy So'lek with Trr'ong reader, i imagine he was much happier before all of that, sassy men with big hearth we need him 🙂↕️😞🖤
Pre war where reader is tsahik daughter and tsakarem of Trr'ong clan and So'lek wirh courting us <3 (we need to see more happy So'lek before anger takes over him, his clan was spreading love and light imagine what a cutiw he was :(( )
Description: Before the war, you and So'lek had been happily courting one another
Warnings: Slight mentions of war, other than that, just pure fluff. Yearning So'lek
Word count: 1.3k
A/n: This is part one of the prequel to A Normal Life and The Clouds of Grief. Based on this, this, this, and this request. Series Masterlist
For as long as So’lek could remember, he loved you. You had grown up together, with your mothers being friends, so it was natural. When he was a boy, it started as a simple crush. Of course, he had loved you before this, but at some point, it had shifted. He spent years yearning for you. He could never work up the courage to tell you, so he loved you silently. When you were walking through the forest, gathering herbs, he was there. You provided him with everything he needed; without you, he felt as if he would be nothing.
You had completed the rite of passage together and trained together. So’lek was not the only man with eyes on you. Being the daughter of the Tsahik, many fought for your attention. However, there were many women with their eyes on him as well. So’lek was a skilled hunter, now a warrior as well, with the sky peoples' presence. He did not pay them any attention; his love for you had been his entire life, a constant in his mind.
Little did he know, you had felt the same way for him.
There were many times when the tension between you was thick enough to cut, yet neither of you confessed. Everyone else in the clan knew this; it was glaringly obvious. Your mother and father approved, for they had been secretly hoping for this your entire life. All that was left now was for one of you to confess.
Now was the time when Na’vi typically chose their mates. You were both of age, and many others your age had found their mates. Your mother had grown tired of you dancing around each other. So, she put matters into her own hands.
It happened right before So’lek was set to head for training. Your mother approached him as he was gathering his things. She placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to face her. His eyes widened at her presence, wondering what she could want.
“My child, I believe it is time that you confessed to my daughter. Many of your age have chosen their mates.”
His mouth opened and closed in shock, coughing and choking on his words. Had it really been that obvious? Your mother laughed at his shock and embarrassment, his face heating up and ears pinned back.
He could only nod in response, replying with a simple “Yes, Tsahik,” and walking away.
Now, the plan was set in his mind.
He had begun acting more boldly towards you. Keeping a hand on the small of your back as you walked together, brushing your hair behind your ears when it fell out of place, and always placing himself beside you. He would bring you your favorite fruits, help you collect herbs when he could be training, or would simply sit by you while you trained for your role of tsahik.
He knew he needed to finally confess, so he made you a gift. It was a necklace, the beadwork was impeccable, and the colors reminded him of you. He waited till just after eclipse to present it to you. You looked stunning under the bioluminescence of the forest.
“Will you walk with me? I have something I would like to show you,” He had asked you, hand on your arm as he did. You followed, as you always did. You were curious as to what he wanted to show you. As you made your way through the forest, he had you hand grasped in his, squeezing tight to ground himself, to take away his nerves.
“So’lek? Is everything alright?”
He hummed and nodded his head. He knew that if he spoke now, the shake in his voice would ruin the surprise. Once you reached a clearing, near a river, he turned to face you. His eyes stared longingly into yours.
“There is something I must say to you.”
You nodded, encouraging him to continue.
“This is something I had held back for years, but you must hear me now. I have loved you since we were children; every night, you grace me with your presence in my dreams. I wake up reaching for you, yearning for when I might see you again. I have spent so long trying to find it, but I cannot restrain it any longer. Whatever you want me to be, I will be as long as you are with me. I choose you, I see you.”
Your mouth had fallen open in shock. Of course, you loved him the same, but his confession had blown you off balance. So’lek began to worry when you did not respond. Perhaps he had read the situation wrong. This was shortly disproven when you pressed your lips onto his. He quickly returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around you as he did so.
Shortly after, you pulled apart, gasping for air and resting your forehead against his.
“So’lek, you have no idea how long I have waited for you to say that. I choose you, I see you.”
He sighed in relief, grinning ear to ear. He pulled away to retrieve his gift for you. Hands shaking as he presented it to you.
“For you, a courting gift,” He had said, head bowing as he spoke.
You carefully took it from his hands, admiring the beadwork. He had used all of your favorite colors.
“This is beautiful, you made this?”
He nodded, basking in your praise. You smiled up at him before embracing him.
“I accept,” You had whispered in his ear. He only tightened his grip around you, breathing you in. You both stood like that for a while, so happy to have finally confessed. Soon, you would be mates, and everything So’lek had longed for his whole life would come true.
Eventually, you stood apart, laughing as you reached for his tail and tugged on it, then turning and running off. He smiled and shook his head before chasing after you. He chased you all the way back to the village. By now, most had turned in for the night, returning to their homes. So’lek did not want to part from you, but he knew he would see you tomorrow, so he let you go. You gave him a small peck before turning towards your home.
Not long after this, everyone in the clan knew you were courting one another. They were all very pleased with this pairing. After all, they had been watching as you yearned for one another for years. The gifts from So’lek never stopped; they were all carefully planned out and crafted, and you loved each and every one of them.
You spent all of your free time together. Soaring through the skies on your ikran, or running through the forest, playfully chasing one another. You even went on hunts together, regardless of the fact that you were not a hunter. He also helped you with your duties as well.
The courting period had been coming to an end. Soon, you were to be mates, and you were both bouncing with excitement.
You and So’lek had been making preparations for this. He had been working on building your home; he had wanted to make it perfect for you and your future children.
However, in the distance, a rising danger from the RDA had begun. With Jake Sully growing the tension between the Na’vi and the sky people, it would not be long before this tension boiled over. This would cause a damper in your plans.
It was only a matter of time before the Trr’ong clan would have to join the battle against the sky people.
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