♱ Parings: The sully boys, Quaritch, Ao'nung x reader.
♱ Summary: The Sully's come to your tribe, Hulanta, for uturu. When they came to the swamp, they didn't know the Tsahik was going to make their heads spin. Within her presence, it'll be the close they'll ever get to Eywa.
♱ Tags: Manipulation, infidelity, marking, scenting, blood, reader is a maneater, reader is morally-grey, sex dreams, p in v, cunniligius, praise-kink, old men complaining, father at competition with sons, sons at competition with father.
They banged carved sticks on their drums, the circular instrument bounced with base. They strummed their fingers among the strings of their guitars, the wood body of the instrument held to their chest. The Na’vi in the back blew into their flutes, fiddling their fingers among the wooden holes of the instrument. Other Na’vi danced around, in circles and packs with their mates. Their tanhì (bioluminescent freckles) alight along the melody of the music from the instruments, the music loud underneath the night sky.
You were playing your guitar, your four fingers strumming among the strings. Your cyan green skin was illuminated with a sheer shine of metallic green. The green skin popping with each stroke of moonlight that shone from the dense canopy of the tree leaves that covered the dirt platform you stood on. The surrounding waterfalls held by jagged rock cliffs cast mist along the village, making the air misty. Your full eyelashes flutter with each slow blink you make, as you peer up at the dark sky.
You were all playing the olden music of your ancestors of the Hulanta, taught down from multiple generations. It’s called “Altu”, based on the journey of the first ancestors who settled into the swamp. The rift notes being plucked from the strings of your guitar meshed with the light notes of the flutes and the up beat base of the drums, all merging with the singing of the Hulanta.
“No! This is our home. I will not leave it.” Said Neytiri with conviction. She picked up her bow, holding it out towards Jake. “My Father gifted me this before he went to Eywa. I swore to protect my people.” Her tail whipped around in agitation.
Jake gives her a “babe please” look, before reaching out to her. Neytiri paused, looking him over before dropping her bow. She walked into his arms, curling herself into him.
“We have to leave to protect our people. To protect our family.” Jake spoke.
Neytiri’s tail dropped, her ears pinned back.
“Where will we go?” She asks.
Quaritch sliced through the thick foliage, splicing the vines and tall grass as he marched through the ruff. Lyle huffed in agitation as he whacked down a vine that hung overhead, before slicing away a fern.
“Shit man. We should’ve taken the Ikran.” Lyle spat.
“Tough shit Wainfleet. Those bats are too detectable. If we’re going to capture Jake Sully we need to stay quiet. Especially from that feral woman of his.” Says Quaritch.
They moved slowly through the dense overgrowth of the swamp. Lyle held back a gag as they powdered through large pools of mud. The brown sludge nearly swallowed their calves. The high sun beamed down on them. Their bodies sleek with sweat, their skin and uniforms dirtied.
After a few hours their skin darkened purple as sunburn began to settle in.
They looked up in alarm as something rushed past the wide trees of the swamp. They pointlessly aimed their guns where they suspected movement. Whipping around when something rustled in the foliage before dashing across the dewy line of fog in a shadow, the figure was miniscule and untraceable. An arrow shot out, hitting Lyle in the shoulder. Lyle grunted in pain, his hand shot up, holding his bleeding wound.
“Leg it Wainfleet!” Quaritch shouts.
They ran through the murky waters of the swamp floor. They ran over the small islands of mud and algae, kicking up the water when they resurfaced before being suctioned back down into the mud floor. Lyle yelled in pain when an arrow was lodged into his calf. They kept running, limping through the heavy sludge of the dark water. Before they even realized, they were swept up in a vine. The thick green vines wrapped around their bodies, pulling them up into the skylines of the trees.
“Shit.” Quaritch huffed, pulling out his AR and putting bullets into the vines.
Those skydemon weapons won’t work here skinwalker.
Quaritch flinched, twisting around. His ears perked up, his yellow eyes searching for the source of the voice.
“Did you hear that?” Quaritch uttered.
“Hear what?” Lyle asks as he stabbed at the thick vines.
Quaritch pressed his lips together, his eyes scanning the trees before dropping his gun.
“Nothin.” Quaritch says, dragging out his knife to slash at the vines.
You stood, perched on a branch. Your violet eyes watching over them in elation. The bow that shot the bald one held next to your hip. You found humor in their struggling, watching as they whip around like worms as they tried to escape. Pathetic creatures they are. You held your hand out, you slowly clenched your fingers. A smile broke across your lips when the vines tightened, rendering their movements null. You wanted to break them. You inched cruelly closer to breaking their bodies, excited to see their fragile bodies pop. You could feel the arousal building in your core.
Your eyes widened when a spot of white flew before you. The atokirina (woodsprites) wavered around you. They swarm around you, dancing in the winds around you. What a bore. You truly wanted to see blood. You sighed with an eyeroll, you dropped your hand. Ceasing the tension the vines put on their bodies.
“As Eywa wills it.” You mutter to yourself.
Quaritch’s ear perked up, they faced forward. He whipped his head back, yellow eyes finding your violet ones. A slow intrigued smirk broke out across his lips.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Quaritch says breathlessly.
From this point on. You are mine.
You held up your fingers, signaling your other Hulanta. They descended from the trees, their bodies once hidden in the shadows. They latched onto the vines, digging the both of them out. You slowly lowered them to the swamp floor, clearing out the water to give way to more land. You jump from the tree, flying down before you land on a floor of vines. The vines lowered you down to the floor, stopping just above where Quaritch was kneeling.
You moved with elegance, your body fluid like a predator watching their prey. You step through the wet grass, your hand reaching out. You gripped Quaritch by the jaw, forcing his head to one side before moving it to the other. You looked over the markings on his skin, you ran your fingers over his jaw to feel how taut it is. Intriguing.
Quaritch’s breath hitched at the sound of your voice. It was ethereal. It was like listening to the voice of a god. His eyes widened as he breathed you in. You smelled so good. Your hand wanders to the back of his head, fingers running along the braid of his kuru, pulling towards you. You watched his tendrils wiggle.
“You’re so obvious.” You say.
Quaritch smirked, unabashed.
“I’m obvious about what? Cupcake?” Quaritch asks.
You looked down at him in disgust, your nose scrunching as you cringed.
“Take him away from me.” You say, carelessly dropping his kuru.
You waved him off with an air of disinterest. Your Hulanta warriors pulled him and Lyle off. None too kindly either. Quaritch looked over his shoulder to watch you.
The warriors called their Ska’avum (Nightwraith). The huge predator fluttered down, landing before them. Quaritch still held on to that playful smirk, even as he’s pushed onto the apex. You watch in disgust as he’s taken off.
Your ears twitched, they flared out to the sides of your head. You feel cold pricks along your skin. A shiver reaped down your spine like sin as you listen to the cool voice of your ma tsmuke (sister).
A mindless need became you, all you could think about was getting kelku (home). You reached your hand out. In less than a blink. Your Ska’avum swoops down, picking you up into the air. You pulled yourself onto the saddle mid air, racing past your own Hulanta members in a sonic blast, determined to get home.
The Sully’s flew their Ikran through the dense trees and foliage, vines and fog of the swamp.
“I want to go home.” Tuk says from where she’s tucked into Neytiri’s side.
Neytiri rubbed her hand over Tuk’s back, a worried look on her face as her body wound tight with a mothers worry. Her ears bent back as her tail flicked in distress behind her.
“We can’t go back home, Tuk.” Jake says, his tail wrapping around his ankle in faux comfort.
Behind Jake and Neytiri, Neteyam and Lo’ak gave each other a tense look. Their tails flickering with pent up anxiety. Kiri’s eyes trailed over the beauty of the swamp. She took in how different the trees, the plants, the waters, and the air are here compared to the trees that are indigenous to the Omatikaya. Her tail laid behind her lazy, but her shoulders were tense.
Spider held onto Kiri’s waist, a nervous but excited knot building in his stomach. A familiar sense of dread he gets whenever he’s introduced to foreign Na’vi. He always gets queasy at the looks of speculation, distrust, disgust, and worst of all. Fear. But he looked at the bright side of all of this. How pretty the swamp looked and how warm the humid air made his skin feel. Excited to see a new clan of Na’vi.
“A group of Na’vi from the Omatikaya are soon to descend here ma tsmuke.” Your sister, Koa says.
Your tail flicked with annoyance.
“For uturu.” Koa states simply, with a kurt nod.
Your tail waved in intrigue.
You kissed your teeth with an audible click. You crossed your arms, opening your lips to lazily dismiss the information she’s giving you.
“All but one are skydemons, three half breeds, one a dreamwalker, and the last is a full blooded pink skin.” Koa utters. “You cannot turn your back on this, you are Tsahik.” Koa hisses in distress.
You reached out. You ran your fingers along her neck, to her shoulder. Your tail lifted and curled protectively around her thigh. You put your fingers up to your forehead before directing them towards your sister,
“I see you.” You say, moving your hand down to hers. You rub your thumb on the back of her hand.
“Skwang.” Koa says wetly.
Her hand came up and clamped onto yours.
The five Ikran ascended on the dirt platform at the edge of the village. The Hulanta people gawk at the Sully’s. The warriors stepped forward, watching everything the Sully’s did. The people whisper among themselves, mummering with discomfort.
Jake looked around holding his hands up in peace before hopping off his Ikran. Neytiri helped Tuk down, sneaking past the Ikran to take a hold of her bow. Jake held his hand out to her.
Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider hopped off their respective Ikran. They met up with Jake, Neytiri, and Tuk.
“We come from the Omatikaya clan.” Jake paused, looking around at the frightened villagers. “We seek your Olo’eykte and Tsahik.”
Your mother stepped into the kelutral (hometree). She hissed, her ears pin back as her tail snapped from side to side in enraged agitation.
“There are outsiders who seek you ite (daughter). They ask for Olo’eykte and Tsahik.” Mother says forcefully.
“Yes, sa’nok (Mother). I will deal with the foreigners.” You gave your mother a polite nod, placing your hand on her shoulder to calm her.
She clasps your hand gracefully before letting her hand fall, stepping out of the kelutral. You turned to your sister.
“Help me dress.” You said, polite and postured.
“Of course tsmuke.” Koa bows her head with neat elegance.
Your sister dressed you in a woven bralette, lined with hanging shells, colorful feathers, and green earthy pearls. Your loincloth matched the exact woven technique that was used for the bralette. The loincloth hung down to your lower thighs, lined with hanging shells and colorful feathers, adorned with pearls.
You wore a bone necklace that was aligned perfectly with your collarbone. A thread woven in the shape of a diamond flowed down your tail. The thread is lined with pearls, perfectly symmetrical. You wore feathered earrings along the green plugs made of jade, which held holes in your ears. A cultural mark that established your accomplishments and high standing as Tsahik. The leg guards you wear are a deep purple, the strips of fabric that flared out fluttered to the side.
The Sully had no clue what they’d just introduced themselves to. Ignorant to the fact that they’ve stepped inside of a trap. All of your futures from this point on are entwined. When their flesh grips yours, your lifestyles will be promptly compromised.
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