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“Don’t be nervous, Ma biche.” Lestat purred, teeth nipping at your earlobe as his hands slowly unbuttoned your blouse.
His parlor was warm, though that did little to curb the goosebumps that arose along your abdomen as his fingers made contact, skimming along the plush, living skin— making you shudder instinctively.
You melted into him in return, soft sighs of contentment slipping from your parted lips. “Promise it won’t hurt too bad.” The words came out more pathetic than you had intended, pupils blown in the firelight.
Lestat chuckled and a half a second later you felt a rush of cold air, the last of the buttons forgone in a massacre of fabric and stitching that lay in an indistinguishable pile on the floor. “I promise you, Bichette.” His tone took on a primal purr, “Don’t you trust me?”
The feeling of his mouth dangerously close to your neck made your heart race, the warmth of his breath caressing over the soft skin as he began placing open-mouthed kisses along your carotid.
Your eyes fluttered closed, a flood of euphoria rippling over you as he dragged his teeth along the soft ridge of your neck. You loved Lestat, you’d give him anything he wanted, so when he asked to taste the fountain of youth that flowed so generously through your veins— you hadn’t needed to think twice about it.
It happened quicker than you’d expected it, the white-hot pain burning through your neck and trickling down into the nerves of your shoulders— it felt like the devil himself had shackled you—an unholy, soul-piercing sensation.
And then,
The fire faded, simmering over into something.. beautiful.
Your mind slipped away, eyes clouding over with a haze of artificial ecstasy. You felt the steadying grip of his hands, nails piercing the flesh of your arms. “Le—stat,” you spoke in broken gasps, your body trembling. There was no fear in your voice as your hands palmed at his own, only whines of enjoyment as he amused your affections.
Lestat could feel the deep, rushed thrum of your heartbeat with every rush of blood that he drank. He relished the feeling, of having you so pliant and willing. To have you offering your life force for his pleasure. It dizzied him, forcing him to pull his mouth from you- fangs retracting as his tongue darted out to taste the spillage.
“So sweet, Bichette.” He hummed, dragging his tongue along the length of your neck, your skin taking on a paler shade as the blood loss made itself known. He tsked, a sharp sound against your clammy skin.
You felt yourself drop into his arms, your legs akin to jelly as he eased you down onto the lounger. The world felt far away, the temperate warmth of his touch foreign as he parted your lips.
“Drink, Mon adoré, drink deeply.”
The blood ran down your throat freely, the world around you contorting ever so slightly as your eyelids hung with fatigue. Amidst the disorientation, you couldn’t help but notice a return of sensation in your limbs as the liquid settled in your stomach— though the effect was quickly lost, exhaustion taking over.
The vampire loomed over you, pressing his blood-soaked lips to your own- whispering inaudible praises into the soft skin of your jaw. His fingers skimming gingerly across your forehead, sweeping the damp hair from your face as he watched your body relax into the plush velvet.
“La vie est une ivresse continuelle : le plaisir passe, le mal de tête reste.”
At first it’s on accident, his fingers brushing tamtey’s as he reaches for another piece of archer’s thicket— they barely acknowledge it, the brush seeming insignificant to anyone else who had witnessed it. What they did not account for was the shudder that ran its way down his spine and the tinge of purple that dusted his neck as he carried on crafting arrows.
Later, when he becomes bolder— he holds them in seclusion. A firm, yet gentle grip on their wrist as he leads them or the ghosts of his fingers caressing the plush skin of tamtey’s palms. It warmed something ancient in him, the silk of their hands swirling with life. The grooves of age and fate blending together to carry the memories of an entire bloodline, perseverance unlike anything he’d known before.
When he finally bridges the gap between their bodies, he feels as if something within him shatters. The sensation of their hand clasped onto his own made his heart swell, with love and with a subtle pride that tamtey chose him.
Warnings : pining, fluff, canon violence, injury, tension, hurt/comfort if you squint, desperation.
⁀➷ 2.8k words, This was so fun to write. my inspiration going to the song ‘Fire in my heart’ by Escape from New York !!
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
“It’s always been you, Ma So’lek.”
“You’re all I want, can’t you see?”
“So’lek… So’lek…”
The man awoke with a start, pupils consuming his irises as he tried to shake the scenes from his mind—the lingering visage of your arms, tangled together, breath in sync as the day passed without notice, consuming him.
It was everything he’d ever allow himself to want. A fantasy he’d taken for himself, stripping the danger from the world outside and giving you the life he’d promised to you (in total secrecy.) The dreams were coming more often now, he made a mental note of that. There was no explanation for the sudden infatuation his dreams had taken with you, the phantom smell of your scent wafting through his nostrils as he closed his eyes, the blood rushing to his head.
It was unbearable. The ache in his chest, the way his fingers itched to reach out for you.
So’lek pulled himself off the ground, the dizzying reality sobering his thoughts— the echoing sound of heavy machinery somewhere close. Too close.
It wouldn’t be long until they began drilling, their closest excursion to Hometree yet. The pollution levels were already bordering on instability; it couldn’t be allowed to reach the village. He had to move. An unfortunate twist in his morning plans, none of which benefited him too greatly, nonetheless- he was irritated.
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His steps fell silently, breath steady as he crept closer and closer to the main RDA drill unit. The low-hanging smog gave him the advantage, with visibility near zero, giving him the opportunity to make his way unseen.
He kept the arrow notched passively in his bow, the heat of the generator now pulsing— a sickly radiation turning the flora in its direction a charred black.
So’lek pulled the arrow taut, zeroing in on the cluster of circuit breakers that sat behind hard plastic lockboxes. He took a clarifying breath, releasing the arrow with deadly aim— the breakers coming alive with harsh sparks and a series of small explosions.
An alarm began to blare overhead, his body instinctively turning away from the noise— feet digging into the charred earth as he scrambled away from the inferno like heat that began seeping towards him with every explosion.
Before he could react, a bone-rattling force shook the ground beneath his feet- sending him tumbling backwards as another ‘BANG’ sounded behind him. The source was unknown, only categorized by the white-hot pain that settled over the back of his skull before it all settled into black.
…
“Ma So’lek?”
So’lek sat upright, heart racing in his chest, eyes tearing around the room wildly until they settled on you.
He can feel his heartbeat noticeably calm, able to take a deep breath in— his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “What?” He speaks before he can process his words, shaking his head slightly as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “What’s going on?”
His eyes linger on you for longer than he’d care to admit, the perfect curve of your lips curling into a smile as you say something he doesn’t hear.
“Ma So’lek?”
So’lek straightens his spine, blinking the clouds from his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m just.. confused.” He breaths, his face flushing as you come closer— your hands cradling his jaw.
You peer down at him curiously, the pads of your thumbs caressing the defined lines of his cheekbones. “Do not think, only feel.”
His eyes softened in the hazy light pouring in from the grove’s entrance, his hands subconsciously moving to the plush curve of your hips— fingers skimming the soft skin exposed there. He let his eyes flutter closed, the wisp-like touches on his lips making him shudder. “Yawntu.. Ma yawntu..” He inhaled deeply, the warmth of your scent invading his body. “Tell me again.”
“It’s always been you, Ma So’lek.”
“clear on this side—,”
“It’s always…”
“Motherboard is fried!”
“Ma So’lek!”
The Na’vi was thrown back into consciousness, a sudden blooming pain behind his eyes making his vision blur slightly. He hissed in discomfort, pulling himself haphazardly behind a fallen tree to find his footing.
Which way had he come from? Where in Pandora was he?
He began to move slowly, the chatter of human radios droning around him. He couldn’t quite remember the direction of HQ nor of his own quarters, but he picked up his pace nonetheless. Anywhere would be better than here.
If there was one way So’lek refused to die, it would be by the hand of a human. Much less than the RDA. He pushed forward blindly into the forest, a hand moving to his head— his palm returning sticky with a coating of fresh blood. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been bleeding, hell, he wasn’t sure of what frontier he was on.
His brain struggled to regulate, following a path he could only barely see, a sudden burst of recognition making him reach instinctively for his comms. The receiver band around his throat crackled to life as he pressed two fingers to the transmitter.
“Sarentu?” He breathed, before quickly clearing his throat. “P-priya? Can anyone hear me?”
His voice came out more pathetic than he had anticipated, a discontented groan slipping from his lips as he braced himself against a tree. The thick liquid had begun seeping into the neckline of his vest, pooling uncomfortably as he waited for a response.
The receiver screeched to life, a harsh static pouring into the man’s ears, causing him to wince.
“So’lek? What’s going on, did you hear that explosion too? The whole base shook! Do you think it was the RDA? I mean of course—” Priya’s overly optimistic voice cut through the static, piercing further into So’lek’s dwindling patience, causing him to snap.
“Priya! Stop. Talking.” He huffed, his manners all but vanished beneath the strain of his injury. He made a mental note to apologize later, for now, he couldn’t be bothered. “I’m injured. I need assistance.”
The woman on the other side gasped, her tone twisting into something more panicked. “Where are you? Was that explosion you?! I can send—,”
Another crackle of the receiver and a new voice cut in. “So’lek?”
Blood rushed to his face, causing his head to throb as he savored the way your voice rang through his ears and settled into the forefront of his brain. “Sarentu.” He hummed in response, the acidity in his earlier tone simmering into something sweeter, his ears perking in anticipation.
He couldn’t help the way his voice softened, or the way his body went rigid— a newfound steadiness allowing him to continue his trek towards (what he hoped was) home tree.
“You’re hurt. Where are you?” Your voice shook, a detail he didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget, the sound of your ikran chirping in the background making his lips pull into a halfhearted smile. You were coming.
So’lek felt his heart thud uncontrollably in his chest, sending waves of blinding pain— or, was that euphoria? — over his body. He didn’t think he’d be able to tell the difference either way, his throat releasing a strangled gasp. “I.. I’m not sure. Do you see the smoke?”
Before you could respond, he felt a new weight settle over his brow. A darkening around his vision sent him stumbling back onto the damp soil, the world spinning out of focus as his eyes fell closed.
As he faded out of consciousness, there was no fear in his heart.
You were coming.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
The sharp, sterile smell of the medbay hit him first. The smell forced its way further into his lungs as he took a jagged inhale, his senses still dull as he shifted beneath the stiff cotton draping.
His eyes fluttered open, the unnatural fluorescent light stabbing into the nerve behind his eyes— making him groan as he tried to push himself onto his elbow. “Are these necessary?” He grunted, hand moving up to block the light.
“Oh Eywa,”
So’lek’s ears perked again, this time the voice was crystal clear- undisturbed by the static of the comms. His eyes shot open, his hand moving down to his side as he scanned the room for you.
You stood near his right-hand side, twisting the knob for the overhead lights— cursing in strings of perfect, melodic harmonies as he peered up at you. He’d never noticed how wonderfully your voice reverberated through his senses before, his skin prickling at the weight of your gaze.
“—So’lek?”
He shook his head slightly, blinking hard. “I’m sorry, I’m just..” He couldn’t find the words, his eyes lingering on your hands as you clicked the switches back into place. Your slender fingers fit between his so nicely, he flexed his hand out of instinct— the space between his fingers feeling abnormally empty.
“Confused?” You asked gently, a hand coming to rest on the railing of the bed. “I can imagine, skxawng.” The fire behind the words nothing but a cool ember, your brow creasing, a frown pulling at your perfect lips— a sign of your discontent with him.
He swallowed thickly, his heart clenching in his chest. Your visible upset was sending thrums of anxiety into his stomach, a knot forming amidst your piercing stare. “I’m sorry.” He spoke quietly, “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You must be more careful. Thank Eywa the skies were clear, or else you could’ve had lasting,” With this, you punctuate your words with a soft jab to his ribs. “Damage!”
So’lek tenses at your touch, his muscles constricting against the unflattering fabric of his hospital gown. He thanks Eywa for this instead, his involuntary reaction hidden from your dissecting stare. “Alright, alright.” He raises his hands lowly in mock surrender. “I will never endanger myself in that manner again.”
The words hold little weight, the reality of your lives is that this was a common risk. The least critical of them as a matter of fact. You couldn’t hold it against him, it all came from a place of love. For his planet, for his people, for their memory.
Your lips quirked into a shy smile, shaking your head. “One day we will not have to lie to each other like this.” You sighed, raising a hand to pull his bandage back over his hairline as it slid backward. “And you will never have to suffer another day in this metal box.”
So’lek felt his tail begin to thump unconsciously, his hand going to grab it discreetly beneath the blankets. “Until then, I will try to be more careful.” He dipped his head down in a promise of sorts, but if you dipped below the surface you’d see the pool of devotion he drank from in your name. The sword of your trust that dangled over his head holding him accountable, to be something you approved of.
You placed a hand atop his heart gingerly, the sweet scent of ground herbs flooding his nostrils. “Oel ngati kameie, So’lek. Mì fìtseng.” You tapped your fingers against his skin, drawing your hand back gently.
He watched your form retreat away from him, going to continue your work for the day with a promise to visit later. He swore he could feel the warmth of your presence fleeing the room, leaving him with a chill that settled low in his stomach.
He found himself leaving on his own accord shortly after his return to complete consciousness, turning the machines off before detaching the wires from his body to avoid any unnecessary intervention.
He didn’t like the medbay, nor did he like the confinement. You had been right earlier, he craved a future where the isolation of human structures couldn’t separate The People from Eywa, or separate him from you anymore than it already did.
He snuck out without detection, leaving a note on his bedside. He had prayed you’d come before he could leave and stop him where he stood, but he found himself slinking out the back before you had the chance.
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So’lek rested with his back against the cool stones of the river, his chest heaving with exhaustion from the heat. His fingers hovered lazily over the surface of the water, dipping the tips of them in as he skimmed the surface absentmindedly.
His eyes were preoccupied, his golden stare settling along the curve of your waist and the way your tewang settled at the lowest flush point of your hips, the stones tied along the fringe clinking against each other as you step deeper and deeper into the pool of water.
The droplets clung to your abdomen in a way that made his mouth water, only now— he didn’t restrain himself.
He found you quicker than he knew was possible, his hands hovering over the skin of your hips— the cool contrast of your skin sending flushes of chill through his body.
And then, you smiled up at him. Your eyes glowing as if he’d hung the moons above, your body instinctively leaning into his presence.
It undid him, heart swelling as he crushed his lips onto yours. The background fading into silence, the taste of your mouth unraveling the last ounce self restraint he’d been storing inside.
He breathed your air, tasted your essence. He drank from you endlessly.
He awoke in a pool of sweat this time, his face burning a deep purple as he recounted the dream his subconscious had bestowed upon him. His tongue swiped across his lips as if by instinct, and for a second he could’ve sworn he could taste the honeyed oils of your lips still.
What he didn’t expect, was to sit up in his earthen bed and see you. You sat along the cove's rocky entrance, bioluminescent flora sparkling around you as if you were the natural adornment of the earth. His heart seized in his chest.
“Sarentu.. Wha-what are you doing here?” He scrambled to stand, your eyes cast toward him now.
You stood upon hearing him startle, hands raised in a show of peace. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to scare you. I found your note at HQ and I wanted to come check on you.” Your mouth went dry as a flush of embarrassment washed over you, the intrusion feeling much more personal now. “But you were, uh, asleep. So I thought I’d wait. I’m sorry, I didn’t intend to violate your privacy.”
So’lek’s face flushed now, a reminiscent burn in his skin as he stepped forward. “No, it’s alright. I’m glad it’s you.”
“It’s always been you,”
He blinked harshly, the words ringing in his ears as he stared at you blankly. The flash of his dreams across a clouded mind made him dizzy, the visage of you before him now becoming almost unbearable.
Your stomach turned at the glassy look that overtook him, your hands coming over to rest upon his shoulders. “Ma So’lek..” You spoke gently, letting your hands drag down the expanse of his shoulders. “Something is bothering you.”
He could say nothing, his jaw wired shut as he peered down at you. He couldn’t breathe, the intoxicating sensation of your hands on his skin filling him with a fire that burned deep within his bloodline. He knew that touch, despite its scarcity. He dreamt of it every night, waking cold and filled with dread upon its departure.
“Talk, Ma So’lek.” You urged, a hand moving to cup his cheek. “Talk to me.”
His resolve began to crumble, the worry in your tone making his heart ache. It was something so vulnerable, so pure, it made his knees weak. “I don’t want to ruin this.” He admitted in a shallow breath, hands trembling as they held back from you.
“I don’t think you’re capable of ruining anything, even if you tried.”
So’lek took this as a sign from Eywa, his hands moving to cup the soft curve of your jaw. His eyes flickered with a brief hesitation, searching the depths of yours for anything telling him to stop— finding nothing, he dipped his head down to press his lips to yours in the chaste spirit of a kiss.
It was devastatingly soft, the way his lips moved against your own. Your knees going weak at his tail curled around your calf, pulling you impossibly close.
He forced himself to pull away, the sweetness of your acceptance making him intake a breath of relief, the fear that held him paralyzed exiting with every sigh of contentment he breathed.
You spoke first, forehead resting against his. “That wasn’t because you have brain damage, right?” You teased, stifling a giggle with your hand, watching as a humorous disbelief overtook him.
So’lek rolled his eyes, shaking you gently. “Brain damage explains my inability to resist my temptations, but you’ve haunted me far longer than you know.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, glowing with flattery as you tore your gaze away from him. “As you have not known my intentions,” The words sat idly on your tongue, tasting ripe with potential. “It has always been you, Ma So’lek, in every way. I had chosen you, long before I knew it was my choice to make.”
“Say it again.” He pleaded, brushing a curl from your eyes. “Ruxte, ruxte.”
You slowly open your eyes to the sound of porcelain dishes chatter and footsteps. Before you can even process what the sound could be, you’re immediately hit by the freezing cold nipping at your nose. You pull the silk and cotton blankets over your face with a quiet chatter escaping your lips.
The noise inside the kitchen halts, then theres silence. You can hear soft footsteps inch closer as you shiver beneath the ruffles bordering the blankets. Sona gently lifts the blankets with a sweet smile that immediately warms you inside out.
“good mornnniiinngg,” you mumble between your chattering teeth.
She giggles a bit before turning around and opening the dresser containing both of your socks, then she pulls out fluffy pink pair with lace details. She comes back to your side, with a kind of ‘i told you so’ look on her face as she hands you the socks.
As you pull the covers to the side, your gaze is drawn to the window. The insides beginning to fog on the corners from warmth of our home, but the outside is practically pure white. Sona looks over to the window before turning back to you and pushing the socks towards you a bit more. You quickly slip them on before rushing towards the window to investigate more.
Sona lets out a hum almost like a giggle while watching you before coming to your side and wrapping her warm arms around your waist. You as the snow gently dances ontop of the snow from the night before. She plants a kiss while you stand in silence, melting more into her embrace before a soft aroma of cinnamon and bread begin to fill the house. You turn to her excitedly, because what could be more exciting than a lovely day in with mi amor AND delicious goodies? She grabs you by your hand then leads you into the kitchen. You watch her hand as she walks, letting your mind take a snapshot of how perfectly her fingers interlock in yours.
She leads you to the already set out table, which begins to click in your mind that that mustve been what woke you up. She plants a kiss on your forehead before turning up the soft, classical tunes on the radio she had been playing quietly to herself before. She hands you a newspaper that was delivered earlier before turning around and beginning to cook eggs and chorizo.
You get up, to the dissatisfaction of sona, to begin pouring yourself some cold brew and pouring her some orange juice. You kiss her on her cheek as you place her glass beside her before she gives you a glare. You raise your hand up in a defeated, playful kind of way before making your way back to the table with your coffee. You sit down and fix your night gown a but before you take a sip of coffee and begin to read the news paper. You don’t know how you could’ve missed it before, but you see that this is the start of a blizzard.
“oh.. I think the snows going to get worse.” you worriedly turn to sona. “they’re calling for a blizzard”
She glides over to you and rests her head onto yours before planting a gentle kiss. She holds your hand knowingly as you melt into her a bit, it seems like she read it before you even had a chance to wake up. You sit back as you continue reading what seems to be one of the worst storms yet, but you roll your eyes. They always say that.
Sona finishes up the breakfast and begins to bring plates of the food to the table before opening the oven for the cinnamon rolls. You watch as she somehow manages to do everything so gracefully, almost as if she was dancing throughout the kitchen. You portion out everything before eating beside one another, making sona giggle when you try to eat a cinnamon roll too early and burn your tongue.
After you all finish, you both bring your dishes to the sink. Before you can even turn the water on you can hear the snow begin to catch up. What was once a soft flurry song turned into a roaring symphony of ice and snow. You watch the window as the winds pick up, nervously fidgeting with your own fingernails. Sona notices and takes your hands gently, immediately easing your nerves a bit.
She leads you to the warm living room before making you sit. She leaves momentarily just to return with all of your blankets and piles them on-top of you before leaving again. Before you can even get situated she returns with your fluffy cat, already purring from getting attention. She places her down onto your lap before joining you on the couch.
Despite this harsh, cold weather you can’t help but to stay so warm inside from her love.
I know we love grumpy So’lek but he’s such an empathetic and kind person. He’s so soft when it comes to nature and the animals. The way he’s giving his all to ensure no clan meet the same fate as his own.
Despite having a perpetual RBF he’s very gentle. And I need to see more of that side 😤
Warnings : grief, depictions of death, canon violence, fluff, hurt/comfort, brief mentions of pregnancy, tsahik!reader.
⁀➷ 1.0k words, enjoy this brief read!
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
You stood quietly at the right-hand side of Tonowari, listening intently as he spoke amongst the elders.
The village had finally begun settling back down into its new reality, smoke hanging low over the water as it dissipated into the night— not without the scent burrowing deep into the folds of your brain, tainting the wholeness of your memory.
The People had worked tirelessly to defend their home and salvage what they could of the marui’s— their silence marking a period of mourning. The famed sky people had returned to Pandora, a horrific bludgeoning of the sea resulting in a loss that shook even the most seasoned warriors. Many tulkun, beasts of gentleness, were massacred in their sacred groves without care. Calves left to perish at the side of their mother's corpse, her eyes clouded and unmoving. Defeat.
Tonowari’s face was set in cold stone, the flush of exhaustion pulling the turquoise from his skin until it settled in an unwilling gaunt. “We have fought with unyielding courage, our enemies may have taken our Tulkun from us— but they cannot separate their spirits from us.” His voice strained against the eerie silence, his words hoarse from the cries of war that ravaged his throat. “But we cannot fight, if we do not rest. If we do not mourn.”
The elders exchanged slow nods, passing soft words of encouragement to the nearby warriors— whose eyes were planted firmly to the ground. In respect, yes, but more so in an all-encompassing melancholy that took even the most stoic of men.
Their absence allowed a chill to settle over head, the warm air of the ocean struggling to keep the goosebumps at bay. You watched as the last of the lingering Na’vi disappeared into the town center, deciding to sleep among the newly homeless— extending their selflessness. The sight made your heart swell, their perseverance rooted in compassion.
Your hand ghosted over Tonowari’s, thumb gliding over his knuckles. A silent reminder of your presence, your love.
His eyes cast far unto the ocean, a mist gathering at the corners of his lash line, a crack in his mask of authority. “I am responsible.” He admits, breathless, his hand quaking under yours.
Tonowari wasn’t afraid now, the gentle lull of the tide cracking open the mighty Olo’eyktan. His shoulders sagged, a gasp of pure agony slipping from his throat as the man trembled. His eyes betray him further, allowing the pools in his dark lashes to cascade wildly down his cheeks.
Your lips part in equal horror and disbelief, hot tears instantaneously streaking the reef blue of your skin— his sorrows bleeding into your senses.
Your hands pawed at his jaw, pulling his attention away from the peaks of the tide and back to the glossy yellow of your eyes. “Ma Tonowari,” you began, the words firm in a steady surf of all-encompassing gentleness. “You did nothing to provoke the sky people's cruelty. Their hearts,” Your hand slid down his tattooed chest, resting atop his thrumming heart now. “are riddled with evil.”
You paused, words falling into a silent abyss as you allowed the deep thumps of his heart to ground you. “Do you know what is in your heart, Oeyä muntxatu? What i feel?”
The Na’vi sighed deeply, the feeling of your skin atop his making the quake in his body halt. He peered down at you, his body turned almost fully in your direction now, glassy sea green eyes following the curve of your face curiously. “Tell me, Ma Tsahik.” He hums, moving a hand to rest on your own— feeling the warmth you radiated into the very fiber of his being.
A bloom of pride settled deep into your chest, a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. “You are a brave warrior, Tonowari. Olo’eyktan to the Metkayina, Fierce.” You punctuated each sentence with your free hand, tracing the traditional tattoos that melted into each other in divine countenance, their thick black ink a celebration of the harrowing courage of the Na’vi before you. “A devoted mate, a father..”
Tonowari felt his body go rigid, his heart skipping a beat as he glanced between you and the slightly distended round of your abdomen. His chest filled with a newfound fire, hand moving to cup the plush skin, the distant, yet distinct rhythms of life causing his pupils to dilate. “You are with child, Ma yawnetu.” His words mirrored your own, this time more directly. “How long have you known?”
You couldn’t mistake the softness in his eyes, the ghost of a smile hovering over his lips.
You knew the revelation didn’t change anything, nothing could bring back the innocent lives of your spirit siblings, but for this moment— you must take to find joy when it bloomed, not mull over a promise of happiness that might never come.
“A few days.” You admitted sheepishly, a hand coming to rest on his tensed forearm. “I wanted to take you to the cove of ancestors, tell you there, but Eywa had other plans.”
The man growled in a way that did not match his visage, blowing hot air from his chest, tail curling around the fat of your thigh. “The sky people’s intent goes beyond our understanding, but know this,” He brushed the looming braids from your face, the calloused pads of his fingers hovering by your jawline.
“You need not fear them.” His words incited a primal urge, a deep rumble echoing in his chest. “For the only thing more formidable than metal, is your muntxatu.”
You allowed yourself to lean against him now, taking deep breaths of his natural musk— salt, fragrant sea flora, and a hint of airbell. “Show them formidable, Ma Tonowari.” You hummed, allowing your eyes to flutter back up to his. “But for tonight, allow yourself peace.”
He bowed his head in acceptance, the tension melting out of his frame as he relaxed into you, cradling your body in his broad arms. “As you wish, Ma yawnetu.”
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(some of these may not be 100% correct translations, I did my best!)
Warnings : tsaheylu / mating bond, implied sexual connotation, no nsfw!
⁀➷ 2.5k words of self-indulgence, ignore inconsistencies— i refuse to fix them! enjoy!
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
The forest hummed lowly in the early dawn, the warmth of the sun pouring through the dense foliage as you made your way through the village. It was early enough that The People hadn’t quite risen yet, only a few young warriors hovered outside— gathered around firepits and sharpening arrows as the chill of morning dew settled amongst them.
You walked quietly, giving a three-finger greeting down your forehead as you passed through their circles, the woven basket on your hip an indication of your plans for the new day.
Though, as you made your exit, passing through the main archway to delve into the forest— you hadn’t noticed a certain Na’vi who had begun to trail after you, a shadow lingering just far enough back not to be of notice.
So’lek was a gentleman, a fierce protector, and also hopelessly (and secretly) devoted to you. He knew his intrusion on your solitude was unusual, even possessive. Yet he couldn’t bear the idea of letting you go alone, your outline becoming less and less distinct striking a thrum of nerves in his stomach as his hand tightened on his bow, every shift of branches or call from the sky causing him to stiffen. He almost immediately upon meeting you realized that you were not like other Na’vi, but something far more dangerous.
You were gentle, you cared more than your heart could bear, you were an extension of Eywa’s love to The People. Kind, Sweet, Vulnerable.
It frightened him, it made him uneasy. Not because of who you are, but because of what happens to fragile things. Especially now, with the RDA searching for more Na’vi DNA to craft more dreamwalkers— or vrrtep, as some clan members called them. It terrified him, knowing the destruction and pain that the sky people had caused, knowing how quickly they would take you away from him.
So he lingers, wherever you go, no matter the hour or climate. No errand was too small for him to trace your steps with his own, arrow notched protectively as you mindlessly wandered along the wooded path.
You took a deep breath in, the air thick with the smell of salt and warm earth. Your ears perked slightly, the sound of waves lapping the shore invigorating your steps as your feet began to sink slightly into dark sand.
The beach was sparkling with deep blue waters, adorned by coastal foliage that crept towards the tree line. The sight made goosebumps arise on your skin, your senses zeroing in on the calmness of the waves that drew you near. It wasn’t often that you ventured this far from home tree, as most of the healers considered the forest's herbs stronger or better suited for The People— but you knew differently, you knew paua shell and reef flower made a powerful healing agent when guided by Eywa’s hand.
You set the basket down on the damp sand, stepping further into the water until it lapped at your thighs. You felt the surface with your palms, an unmistakable swirl of vibrations echoing through the water all around you. It was something you affectionately referred to as, ‘the call.’
Without hesitation, you dove under the surface.
So’lek felt his heart leap out of his chest when he heard a splash, followed by an absence of your silhouette against the beach. He had only looked away for a moment, the crackling of branches somewhere close stealing his attention.
His body reacted quicker than his brain, the only thing he could focus on was getting you back into focus— his step faltering for a second at the edge of the water as he peered into the vast sapphire. His yellow eyes are searching for any sign of you, the ripples distorting his view.
“Pxasik!” He hissed under his breath, hands tearing at his bow as he discarded it by the shoreline. By now, the panicked thumping in his chest had reached his ears, the thrumming echoing through his head like a war drum. Anticipation, drive, fear.
He dove into the water, pushing past the current and into the bioluminescence that adorned the wildlife.
You, blissfully unaware of this intrusion, had dipped down into a shallow cave— the best place to harvest paua shell. Your hands worked steadily, pulling the living shells from their crevices and offering their spirits back to Eywa as you tucked them into your small satchel.
A shift in the tide caught your attention, the call became distorted— the rippling of the water somewhere overhead disturbing the flow of the current. Inquisitively, you used the rock's edge to pull yourself out of the cove, a flash of Na’vi blue appearing from the bubbles of residual air that forced itself below the surface.
So’lek’s eyes betrayed him as he peered into the vast valley of coral and crystalline formations, the way of water never being something that came to him naturally, as he much preferred the stability of solid ground.
Though, as he prepared to push further into the water— a hand secured around his wrist, propelling him towards the surface with a gentle certainty.
You made it to the shore, towing So’lek behind you haphazardly. Upon first glance, you knew he was out of his depth (literally), and could waste no time. You dug deep into the sand, leveraging the two of you back onto solid ground.
“So’lek!” You exclaimed, pulling your satchel off to free up your movement. “What in Eywa’s will?”
The Na’vi blinked the salt from his eyes, his tail thumping, displeased, at his side. “What—?” He pushed up to sit straight, eyes raking over you for possible injury, hands moving to your forearms— turning them over as to further inspect. “I don’t understand.” He then spoke, the words heavy on his tongue.
You tilted your head slightly, blinking slowly. “I was harvesting some paua shell in a cove not far below the surface, I heard.. a disruption in the ocean’s song.” You said softly, pushing some of the wet braids from his face to inspect him for ailment, his face flushing a tint of purple at the feather-like brush of your fingers.
“And then you were there.”
So’lek hummed in acknowledgment, a deep swell of relief blooming in his chest as he let himself relax a little onto the sand. “I see.” He spoke slowly, a new wave of warmth pulsing into his face, the realization dawning over him.
Your mouth quirked slightly into a smile, your hands moving to draw the water from your braids. “What are you doing here?”
He shifted slightly, a newfound awkwardness seeping into his usually guarded exterior. “Well,” He began, pausing to consider his words. “I refuse to lie to you, I followed your path here. I was.. concerned about your safety.” His gaze flickered to you, a hesitance drifting over him. “I.. I saw— Well, I heard you fall into the water. I thought you could’ve been hurt, so I jumped in.”
Your heart leapt in your chest, a warmth ghosting over your cheeks as you broke your eyes away from him. “You could’ve gotten hurt. You don’t know the waters as you do the forest.” You chided, your tone betraying your inner passivity.
“I do not care.” He punctuated effortlessly, his tone shifting to something more grounded. His words left no room for confusion, backed by a now piercing stare from beneath his full lashes. “There is no length I wouldn’t go to, to protect you. You must know this.” His words carried into your ears like the atokirina on a stiff wind, a plea marked with a certain desperation that made something primal burn within you.
Air caught in your throat, a radiating warmth filling your chest as you glanced over to him. “So’lek..” you murmured, tail gliding affectionately against the wet sand.
A deep sound arose from the man’s throat, a short recognition of his name on your lips. “This is not how I would have imagined this conversation.” He admitted, hand reaching up to caress the plush skin of your cheek.
You leaned unconsciously into his touch, eyes peering up at him curiously. Though you’d be mortified to divulge it, there had always been a part of you that hoped there was something more to his lingering stares and sweet countenance. It felt irresponsible, to wish for his attention when you knew how important it was for him to be elsewhere. It was a selfish want, but one that burrowed deep into the forefront of your mind.
“Oel ngati kameie.” You spoke softly, a hand moving to cradle over his own.
So’lek took a harrowed breath, his lips quirking into the beginnings of a smile. “Ma Yawntu,” He began, the sweetness of the name settling into the buds of his tongue like the saccharine fruit of the forest. “Oel ngati kameie.”
As you pulled back, you felt the echoes of So’lek’s heartbeat, the thrumming connection of his skin on yours sending you into an ocean of sensation.
You took a deep breath in, his scent blending beautifully into your own. A pleasured mix of rich soil and salt-soaked shores, something sacred in memory. “Eywa blesses us,” you sigh, letting yourself push closer to the na’vi, your side now flush to his own. “She’s answered my prayers.”
This piques So’lek’s attention, his ears twitching slightly as he turns his head to look at you. “My foolishness answered your prayers?” He chuckles, turning your wrist over in his hands— tracing the beads of your songcord unconsciously.
“By your txe’lan, Ma So’lek.”
His heart clenches, stealing the breath from his lungs as he swallows thickly. Your sweet voice humming his name in a way that fills his spirit with pride, an instinctual devotion. “I want to do this right, Ma yawntu.” His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes flickering down to the full curve of your lips.
You shudder lightly at the implication, a flutter of nerves taking root in your belly as your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “What is right, if not following in the direction of Ma Eywa?” You asked, an edge of softness seeping into your reasoning.
Then, as if to defend your logic, a soft breeze pushed a group of wandering atokirina atop you two. The sacred seeds taking an interest in the bond that pulsed noticeably around the two of you, an unseen force of nature that drew them in.
His eyes sparkled beneath the sacred beings, unspoken gratitude lingering on his parted lips as he looked towards you again— the walls he’d built to protect himself from heartache tumbling down as he rushed forward to press his forehead onto your own.
“My soul craves to bear witness to your love.” He breathed, a desperate torment pulling in his stomach— aching to be close to you.
The words sent a sharp chill down your spine, livening your senses as you pulled your braid around from the back of your head. Your eyes darted back over to So’lek, heart thrumming wildly in your chest, kuru now fully on display for him as it pulsed with anticipation.
“I can imagine no world in which this is not my fate.”
So’lek’s chest burned with desire, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled his kuru into view. “Oeyä muntxatu,” He spoke deeply, hissing sharply under his breath as the two of you inched closer. “Make the bond, rutxe.”
You let your kuru extend into his own, pupils blowing wide as the sensation settled into your body. A mind-numbing blur of unyielding desperation, along with flashes of memories.
The sight of yourself through unfamiliar eyes. Your smile, the tinge of purple that decorates your cheeks, the warmth of your hand on his shoulder as you provide him with Eywa’s blessing before a hunt.
You felt it all, the love. the longing. It made your eyes begin to shine, unshed tears banking in your waterline. “Oel Ngati Kameie.”
His body vibrated in ancient recognition, waves of bliss washing over him— delivering the purest forms of your adoration and stirring his most animalistic awe as his scent began to seep into yours. “I see you,” He spoke huskily, eyes darkened in the now low light of the afternoon eclipse.
He bent down to crush his lips into yours, the combined pleasure causing a strangled groan to slip from his throat.
Your hands reached out for him, tangling in the leather straps of his gear and thrusting yourself atop him. Your thighs caged a single one of his, hands palming the exposed skin of his chest as you peppered kisses down his jawline.
So’lek’s breath caught, lips parting in shared ecstasy as you nuzzled your face into the nape of his neck— marking him with your scent. His hands found your hair, tugging you back slightly to capture your lips again— teeth nipping at your bottom lip as if he’d been cruelly starved, the taste of you unlike any ambrosia he’d ever tasted.
You panted slightly, swallowed whole by the man beneath you as he kept hungrily coming back for more. You couldn’t blame him though, the ecstasy of tsaheylu was something you could’ve never imagined. The pleasure that built within you from such juvenile touch shouldn’t have this mind-bending power over you, though every time you closed your eyes— it was like you were one person. One body experiencing itself. The sensation was addictive.
The na’vi took his turn, tongue dragging down the slim expanse of your neck— finding the sweet spot with the breathy sound of your whines before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh.
“Ma So’lek,” You whimpered, the heavy wooded scent he wore rubbing into your skin as he pulled away— tongue tracing the fading outline of his teeth soothingly. Your cheeks were a flushed purple, pupils dilated in a way only a lover could arouse.
He brought a hand to your cheek, brushing the half-dried tear streaks away with the calloused pad of his thumb. “Ma muntxatu, I have belonged to you long before this day.” He drew your hand to his chest, the strong beat of his heart prominent beneath his indigo skin.
Your eyes shone in the hazy light of late afternoon, nodding reverently. The deep thrum in his chest anchors you to reality, following a familiar rhythm that your bonded brain couldn’t recognize. (Though later, you’d come to realize it was ‘the call.’)
“How will we explain this to the elders? To Tsahik?” You wondered aloud, his arm latching around your waist to keep you flush to his chest.
So’lek breathed a sigh of contentment, an undeniable smile pulling at his swollen lips. “Ewya provided for us, what we could not find on our own. That is no crime against The People.” He reasoned, fingers tracing unremarkable patterns on your lower back. “They will come to accept it, if not now— in their own time.”
A beat passed before you spoke again, this time something far more profound.
“I love you, Ma So’lek.”
“And I, you, Oeyä muntxatu.”
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(some of these may not be 100% correct translations, I did my best!)
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