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idk how to phrase this but yk that feeling when you pride yourself on being a strong, independent woman but then you come across that one perfectly masculine man who just makes you want to melt into your soft, feminine side and just feel safe? yeah, that
Jake Sully's tongue 👅
[ from Avatar (2009) ]
"Your sister represented a significant investment." An agent says behind her. The words don't register in her head until her sister's box is up in flames.
Sylvia was the scientist, not me. She was the one who wanted to travel light years into space to prove there was more than just surviving.
Orange was more Sylvia's color, anyways. Naomi lets the warmth bathe her skin, hoping it would be enough to burn away the pain.
Me? I was just another stupid girl doing something she was gonna regret.
AVATAR FANFOM!!
do u guys have fics where neytiri and jake switch roles pls pls pls pls PLEASEEEEE
man.. the guilt jake must carry all the time
AVATAR FANFOM!!
do u guys have fics where neytiri and jake switch roles pls pls pls pls PLEASEEEEE
Haven't seen anyone point out these parallels yet (Gif credits to me)
Just a quick lil Atwow rant(my knowledge on the first movie is not good and it’s been a while since I watched the second so pls correct me if I’m wrong) so I sometimes see people hating on spider for saving quartich and yes I was a bit mad too but like spider couldn’t hear anything he said on the boat and he’s just a kid plus I feel like quartich might have cared for spider more than Jake and neytiri did cause I mean neytiri flat out hated spider just because of who his father was(like yes I get why you hate his dad but you don’t need to take that out on him get some therapy lady) and I mean they didn’t even bother trying to save spider they just fled plus neytiri literally tried to kill spider when Lyle was the one who shot neteyam and Jake ain’t good either like ya’ll hating on spider like Jake didn’t sleep with somebody’s fiancée and under the tree like I get they don’t compare but come on really dude technically stole somebody’s fiancé knowing damn well too me personally I wouldn’t let that slide plus he didn’t even trust spider nor did he care to have someone look for him or try to save and he let neytiri just be a bitch to spider like come on Jake really but anyway all I’m just saying is spider don’t deserve the hate and neytiri needs some therapy plus I feel bad for spider when they find out quaritch isn’t dead.
Please respect my opinion even you don’t like it and I will respect yours as well and thank you for listening
Also if I missed anything pls tell me thank you
Jake (about Spider): "He wasn't part of our family. He was like a stray cat. Just always around."
Me immediately, in the movie theater:
“hey Dad, watch this!!”
@be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie hope u don’t mind that I animated your post because you are SO right 😭
Мини комикс по моей ау (rda Ло’ак)
«(Что здесь делает наездник на икране?)
(Норм связался бы со мной, если бы кто-то нас искал)
(Стоп. Этот икран выглядит знакомо…)»
«- Ха! Они никогда нас здесь не найдут
Если, конечно, Куоритч не отследит…
!
- Ло’ак? Это ты?»
«- Как ты здесь оказался? Тебя Норм послал? Одного? И даже не сообщил нам, что ты нашёлся? И что вообще это было?! Ты знаешь, как мы с твоей матерью волновались?! И Тук! Она плакала днями!
(Она почти не плакала из-за Ло’ака, зато плакала после того как они переехали, потому что так работают дети)
- Почему ты вообще решил, что сбежать будет хорошей идеей?! Во время того как идёт война! Ты не подумал о своей семье?!
- Не трогай меня!»
«- Что… Ты как со своим отцом разговариваешь?! Что это вооб…
Где ты это взял? Погоди… ты сказал Куоритч? Он тебя схватил?!
Ты в порядке? Что он с тобой сделал?!
- Это не…
- Что?
- Это не твоё дело! Когда ты вообще вдруг начал обо мне заботиться? Когда я исчез?!»
«- Ло’ак… ты знаешь что я…
- Нет не знаю!
Для тебя я всегда был просто неудачником! Позором семьи! Не то что мой идеальный брат или сёстры, которые не могут сделать что-то плохое!
-Ло’ак! Нет, сынок, подожди, вернись!
-Ты хочешь знать, что со мной сделал Куоритч? Дал мне что-то, что ты никогда не давал! С ним я не чувствую себя неудачником
Спаибо, что напомнил, почему я сбежал. Я больше не забуду
- Я сказал стоять! Сейчас же! Ло’ак!
Ло’ак!»
- Нет… Нет нет нет…
Чёрт!
(Что я наделал?…)
(Всё таки Куоритч был прав…)»
Контекст: В этой ау, когда у Кири случается приступ, Ронал справляется сама, и Норм с Максом не летят к Меткайина. Следовательно, RDA не знает, что Салли прячется среди рифовых на’ви. Через некоторое время Ардмор даёт Дежа Блю новую миссию (не придумала ещё какую, но что-то связанное с рифовыми на’ви, может что-то дипломатическое). Так что рекомы просто выполняют миссию, параллельно отдыхая с детьми на море, плавая и играя в прятки на икранах - что и происходит в комиксе.
pov: you are jake and you're about to have eight grubby little fingers all over your face
like so
Metkayina Jake and Neytiri au (as it should have been from the beginning I must accept) I am already starting to prepare my videos to launch my tiktok account, but you will see the results first nwn
Fuck it *takes away your favorite na‘vi*
so… create this au where Neytiri, Jake and Tsutey end up together and have a family :3
haha you know that lil snippet from the original script haha yeah
Tìtusìranìri Neteyam nume! Neteyam learns to walk!
sully family photo human edition by @calsz0ne on Twitter and @caffecal on tumblr
click for better quality
Au where humans instead of starting to explore the forests do it with the sea, Jake has a Metkayina avatar and meets Ronal :3 (Tsu tey and Neytiri end up together) basically a wife swap
Jake Metkayina and Ronal knowing the sky
Ronal and metkayina Jake looking his firstborn baby (Neteyam) doing his first breath rite :")
pooo
okay I think I didn't explicitly draw Neteyam's first breath, but who cares
Movies I wish I could see for the first time again
Tenet (2020)
Inception (2010)
Matrix (1999)
Avatar (2009)
1917 (2019)
Avengers: End game (2019)
Fight club (1999)
Joker (2019)
Dunkirk (2017)
PREVIEW
MINORS DNI🚫🚫
Synopsis: Jake get’s jealous of the young warriors gifting you at the clan celebration…obviously he has to remind you who you belong to.
Warnings: p n v, choking, overstim, hints of subspace(If you squint),!mean Jake!, degrading,praise, use of “daddy”, semi-public, bruising
“A-ahh!” you sob as Jake thrusts into you. “ Shut up and take it.” He grunts as he continues to piston into you roughly grabbing your hips. “ You think you're so sly, huh? Letting those warriors give you all those gifts knowing how they feel. Ignoring me?” He seethes, as You cry out as his pace somehow gets even rougher. You truly didn’t mean to make him this mad. I mean sure you were ignoring him a little but you were enjoying the celebration and as tshaik you were over-seeing everyone's well being & the ceremony. But the gifts? You didn’t think much of it, just as a kind gesture. What you hadn’t noticed however was the ever growing scowl on jake's face as he watched one by one and how they held giant grins on there faces you would have never thought that they would hold a sort of romance.You never thought he would see someone else as a threat to your marriage. You thought that nothing got under Jake's skin. Apparently… something did. “ I’m s-sorry I thought it was harmless conversation & gifts.” You hiccup surprised you can even form a thought. “Harmless” my ass I saw the way they looked at you. The way their hungry eyes raced over your figure” He accentuates each thing he says with a hard thrust making you fall apart under him more. Suddenly he flips you on your back, folding your le*s as he push*s back into you. “O-oh~ mmm-m~, daddy!” You say as you c*y out at the new position. Suddenly he slows his pace and you whine until he says “whaddya say?” looking down at you with a proud smirk. You whine in embarrassment as he now just sits in you. “C’mon say it again, I wanna hear how dumb this cock makes you.” He says grinning as he watches you try to hide. He suddenly grabs your face as he brings you closer,patients thinning. “C’mon don’t get all shy or daddy won’t give you whatcha want.” He says his grin widening. “P-please daddy~.” you moan out in desperation. “ good girl~” He says as he starts again. The harder he went the more you felt yourself fall into that familiar spiral of pleasure. The way the lines between your mind and reality blurred. Unable to focus on anything other than Jake and the delicious feeling he was feeding you.The harder he went the further you fell into bliss. You felt yourself clench at a particularly hard thrust and scream as he digs deeper in you. "Ah-ah~ keep quiet you don't wanna let everyone hear what a slut you are do you?" He says as he covers your mouth and continues fucking you into oblivion....
(SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS IS BAD)
I can not COMPREHEND the fact that people are literally saying “Yes the Omaticaya and Metkayina characters have cultures that are based off of brown skinned/dark skinned characteristics but they are aliens even though they are one skip away from being a human. AND even though the movies are about colonization/being mixed/learning about other cultures/and saving your planet from Non-Navi’s, they don’t hAVe to be brown/dark skinned”
Hold My Hand and Never Let Go
word count: 3360
Pairing: Jake Sully x Female! Omatikaya! Reader Tags/Warnings: adults only, smut, sex, mating, bonding Summary: Older sister of Neytiri, younger to Sylwanin. After Jake successfully becomes one of the people, you take him to visit the Tree of Voices. All the while battling your feelings for him.
Author's note: The scene in Chainsaw Man where Makima and Denji lewdly hold hands inspired me to write this. Was originally gonna be reader and Lo'ak but I wanted to make it lewd, so Jake it is! This is not proof read so apologies for any mistakes! I'll fix em up later~
When Neytiri first brought Jake Sully before the clan, like everyone else you were shocked beyond belief. You offered to cut him down where he stood, had she forgotten the sins of Demons and the Sky People? What they did to Sylwanin?
But by Eywa’s Will he is granted sanctuary amongst the clan. And much to your dismay, your mother, the Tsahik, puts you in charge of training this would be warrior.
Many moon cycles you spend together. It became excruciatingly clear how difficult the path ahead would be. But you persevered, powered by sheer determination and spite; Tsu’tey’s constant dismissal and antagonizing being the driving force.
Though he was future Olo'eyktan, and you future Tsahik, the two of you were not to be a mated pair. It was an unusual situation, but not entirely unheard of. Your parents knew all too well how much the two of you butted heads, always getting on each other’s nerves one way or another.
A compromise then; he would be mated to your younger sister Neytiri. She accepted, noting that he was a great warrior and a promising future leader; Sylwanin always spoke so highly of him.
You put him to the back of your mind, your only focus being Jake and his lessons. Slow at first, especially with the language, he eventually finds his rhythm.
And when he passed his Iknimaya, you were overjoyed beyond words. It filled you with such pride watching him fly his ikran as though he was a natural born Na’vi. Eywa must have truly blessed this man. The two of you giggled like fools as you flew side by side, teasing each other with fake collisions.
Neytiri laughed at your antics, while Tsu’tey merely rolled his eyes, deeming you two a bunch of children.
You couldn’t stop smiling as you painted him in white intricate swirls. And when father declared him one of the people, you smiled brighter than you thought possible. Watching everyone gather around to join hands upon hands, excepting him, you weren’t ashamed of the tears in your eyes. Your gaze briefly met Graces’, the two of you letting out soft laughs noticing each other’s tears.
The day was filled with merriment and celebration. Every artisan of the clan wanted his attention now, showing him their workings, honed by years of trade. Then day bled to evening, filled with feast, song and drink. And when evening bled into night, you stealthily pulled Jake away from the clan, wanting some alone time.
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Hurriedly you pull him along, your footsteps leaving light trails in the earth. This was your most favourite time, the night, when Eywa was at her most beautiful. Even when the sun eclipsed, She never left her people in the dark; lighting the world in a brilliance of colour.
You giggle when you feel Jake playfully tug on your tail as you arrive at your destination; the Tree of Voices. The grove is awash in soft violet and pink hues, almost romantic in a way.
“This is a place for prayers to be heard, and sometimes answered.” You explain as you grab some of the tree. You connect your kuru and smile softly.
“We call these trees, Utral Aymokriyä, The Tree of Voices. The voices of our ancestors.” You watch as Jake connects to the tree, his pupils dilating for a brief moment.
“I can hear them…” He looks shocked, almost like a babe connecting to Eywa for the first time. You suppose that perhaps that was true in his case.
“When our energy is returned, we live on within Eywa.” He nods and disconnects himself. You touch your hands to his broad chest.
“You are Omatikaya now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree…” You hesitate for but a moment, turning from him you hold your hand out to an atokirina.
“…And you may choose a woman. Or man.” You smirk over your shoulder at him. You giggled at the disgruntled face he makes.
“Woman. Definitely woman…You’re unmated too, right? Can I ask, how come you never chose anyone? You must’ve completed your iknimaya long before I came around…”
He is of course right. There is a pang in your chest as you think on it. Once upon a time you would have been mated to Tsu’tey; but your clashing personalities made such a pairing disastrous. So by your own hand, you sabotaged your own future.
You could have chosen another man, but the fallout with Tsu’tey left you with such a strong impression, you couldn’t bare the thought of Eywa rejecting another union; least of all if it were to be your fault.
You curse yourself then, for the feelings burning inside you. As you stare into Jake’s golden eyes, you know with utter certainty, that you desire him. Your heart yearns for him, aches for his touch. He makes you feel comfortable, safe. Like you can express yourself in ways you wouldn’t to others, and he wouldn’t judge you for it.
You explain to him then, the falling out you had with Tsu’tey, and how it made you feel thereafter. Your heart beats fast in your chest, anxiously you search his gaze for anything close to disgust, almost waiting for an upturned sneer.
But it never comes. He simply smiles down at you, something akin to adoration in those eyes. It fills you with renewed confidence.
“And now…I think I am ready to choose a mate once again…But, he must also choose me.” You grab a hold of his hand, holding it to your face as you stare up at him once more. You watch as realisation slowly takes over, his eyes widening in shock.
“Me?”
You nod, leaning into his hand with closed eyes.
“Yes you…” You whisper into his palm. When you open your eyes once more, you don’t expect to see his face drenched in conflict.
“Jake…?”
“[Y/N]…Of course I choose you, but…”
Oh Eywa no, here comes the rejection. You curse yourself once more, you should have known better, should have kept quiet.
But he doesn’t say anything more. You notice he is looking at his own hands, once pinching the palm of the other. He’s grimacing, lost in his own thoughts.
“The people accepted me, and I’m grateful, really I mean that, I couldn’t be happier…But a part of me still feels, because of my demon blood, can I really be true Na’vi? And, what if something happens to this body? Or, or what if something happens to the link bed I’m lying in? Are you sure you wanna risk being with someone who could drop dead at any second?”
You heart breaks. You had no idea he had been harbouring such thoughts, such insecurities. You grab his face in both your hands, pulling him to meet your eyes once more.
“You are more Na’vi than you give yourself credit for. Eywa saved you in that forest from my sister, and it is by Her Will, that you stand before me. Do not ever doubt yourself like this, you hear me? The man I see before me is not his past, but the future he needs only to reach out and grab with both hands.”
Jake’s lips quiver slightly, but he swallows his would be tears and instead smiles down at you. It feels like the sun kissing your skin. He hands move to grab your face in turn. He says nothing, but slowly leans forward. You tilt your head as you lean closer to him. He stops just shy of touching you, as if to give you one last chance to back away.
Not a fucking chance.
You close the gap without a moment of hesitation.
When your lips meet, you can’t help but inhale sharply. The feeling of his soft lips on yours, it is as though something burst inside you; flooding you with a calming warmth. It seeps into your very bones, bringing an unexpected relief, and a sense of Home.
Tentatively, he moves his mouth against yours. Each move slow and meaningful. His thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. You press yourself harder, deepening the kiss. He moans into your mouth when you do, and he feels you smirk against him.
Cheeky.
He licks your bottom lip, and when you squeak in surprise, he wastes no time invading you with his long thick wet tongue. Your legs feel weak as he explores every part of your mouth, from the tips of your fangs, to the slick of your own tongue. The two of you tangle in each other, tasting, lapping up each other, until the need to breath becomes too much.
Slowly you pull away, laboured breath mixing with one another. He rests his forehead against you, his eyes search yours, though you know not for what. You kiss him lightly on the nose, giving him the reassurance he so desperately seeks.
You take a step back, grabbing his hand in yours as you lower yourself to the ground. When the two of you are knelt before one another, you hold his hand up to yours.
“When Na’vi mate…It is a life long bond. We connect our kuru, our queues together. Through it, you will feel what I feel, and I you…Na’vi are taught from a very young age, how sacred this bond is. It is the most spiritual way you will connect with someone, other than Eywa herself. So it cannot happen, until you find your one true mate…It is also, very, very erotic…Or so I’m told,” you can’t help the blush that adorns your face.
You notice though, that Jake doesn’t seem to be shy at all. He looks at you with such reverence. But there is also something behind his gaze, you dare say, almost predatory. As you he would devour you given the chance. The thought alone excites you, a spark igniting a warmth deep within your loins.
“So you tellin’ me young Na’vi teenagers don’t fool around?” You let out a short laugh at his question.
“Some do. But not always. The urges of the body can take over, but tsaheylu will always be sacred. And for some, they would rather share their first time with their mate.” He nods at your explanation.
“So have you ever…?” You shake your head in response.
“Have…you?”
“…In my Sky People body, yeah…” You nod in understanding; the revelation doesn’t surprise you. His people had different cultures from yours, and you mostly chose to remain untouched due to your own fear of rejection.
“Are you nervous?” He asks and you nod.
“But…It’s something I’ve thought about for a very long time…” Your fingers graze his palm, before you slide your fingers between his and gently hold his hand.
“I believe, mating, having sex, the better you understand the other person, the better it feels…I often wondered what my mate would look like…How long, would his fingers be?” Up and down your lithe fingers stroke the space between his own.
“Would his palm be warm, or cold?” You gently grasp his hand, bringing it to cup your face.
“How would it feel, to have him caress my ears?” You press his fingers around the tip of your ear. You bring his other hand to your mouth, gently taking his thumb between your teeth.
“How would it feel, to have him in my mouth? Taste him on my tongue?” Slowly, you let your tongue glide over his digit, sucking him into your mouth. Jake audibly gasps as you, you hear his tail swish behind him excitedly.
You remove his thumb slowly, pressing a kiss to the tip before you move his hand back down. He gulps audibly.
“You, sure you haven’t done this before?” His voice is anxious, and you revel in that fact.
“I am sure…Now, come. Let us mate before Eywa, ma Jake.” You move your queue to the space between you to, and he mirrors your actions.
You watch with baited breath as the pink tendrils seek each other, slowly entwining in brilliant white.
The feeling that floods you is near indescribable; a euphoria done little to know justice from words alone. It is as though you have lived your life as but a portion of a whole being, suddenly made whole through the bond. You feel his heart beating fast in his own chest, but also reverence he holds for you; as though you were the one to paint the stars in the sky, or hold moonlight in your hands.
He pulls you to him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He bites and licks at the sensitive flesh, eliciting soft moans from you. The unexpected pleasure he feels through the bond pulls a low moan from the back of his throat.
His hands are on you, exploring you, every inch of skin set alight as his fingers glide over you. His mouth trails kisses down to your chest. He gives your nipple a teasing lick, before taking the bud into his mouth. He sucks and licks until it perks, then moves to do the same to the other. Your fingers thread through his hair as he does, short gasps leaving you as he does.
The pleasure travels down into your loins, the warmth slicking your walls.
Once he’s satisfied, he sits up to press his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. He is far less gentle this time, mouth dominating your own for control, tongue lapping and invading your mouth without warning.
His hand travels down to your sex, gently cupping you through your loin cloth. You moan shamelessly into his mouth as you feel him gently stroke you.
The pleasure is soft and gentle, with a promise of something grand in the distance. But this friction is not enough. You whine when he grazes your clothed clit, and it’s all the indication he needs. He tugs at the hem and you hurriedly undo the seams.
His hand his on you again, fingers gently prying into your aching core. When he feels the wetness of you, he moans and breaks the kiss.
“This all for me baby? You’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you,” he nips at your lip. You gasp as he coats himself in your juices, then gently start stroking your clit.
“J-Jake…” His name feels like a prayer from your lips.
Slowly he moves into you, pressing one finger into your throbbing pussy. He moves his thumb to rub your clit, all the while he pumps that singular long digit in and out of you.
Your cunt sings with a pleasure you never thought possible, your walls becoming wetter with each deft stroke. The pleasure spreads to every inch of you, ecstasy dancing on every nerve. The pleasure only grows when he inserts a second finger. The coil inside you tightening, the promise of orgasm growing ever closer.
Your hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as possible. You can’t help but grind yourself against his hand, your body demanding more friction.
“Yes, yes, yes ma Jake!” Your voice sings his praises and he quickens his pace.
“That’s is baby, you’re so close I can feel it. Cum on your mate’s fingers,” He moves his mouth to your ear and bites down gently. With one final pump of his fingers you cry out loud as your orgasm hits you. Your walls clentch tightly to his fingers, all the while his thumb gently strokes you as you ride out your pleasure.
When the sensation becomes overwhelming, you whine and tap in on the shoulder. Thankfully he relents, and slowly removes himself from your core.
But the night’s not over yet, and you feel as though that was but a taste of the whole meal.
You can feel his hardened cock aching through the bond.
Instinctively you lay on your back, pulling him with you. You spread your legs as wide as you can, and he nestles between. He removes himself from the constraints of his clothes.
Slowly he rubs his member up and down your slit, lubricating himself as he pumps his hand up and down.
His eyes find yours. Your hand rests beside your face, and he threads his fingers with yours. He squeezes and you squeeze back, nodding your head.
Slowly he starts pushing himself inside you. The feeling is strange and unfamiliar, perhaps even a little uncomfortable. He takes his time though, and you feel the strain of his willpower to move at such a pace. Once he is buried to the hilt, he lets out a shaky breath, resting his head beside you. His laboured breath tickles your ear.
He’s waiting for you to get used to the feeling, giving your body a moment to adjust to the stretch. The uncomfortable feeling from before doesn’t take long to subside, and is instead replaced with a soft pleasant feeling.
You kiss his check, and gently grind yourself against him, encouraging him to move. He groans into your ear, the deep guttural sound of his voice tickling your stomach.
He slowly removes himself, just before the tip, before slamming right back into you. The pleasure that hits you is so sudden you can’t help the loud moan it rips from your throat. He doesn’t wait this time.
With reckless abandon he’s pounding into you, his cock moulding itself into your throbbing walls of your needy pussy. Each thrust makes the most lewd squelch of wetness and flesh you have ever heard. It arouses you even more.
Faster he fucks you, the coil of pleasure tightening once again, threatening to snap at a moments notice. His moans are low and breathless, curse words sprinkled in between as he rides his pleasure within your centre.
Your legs wrap around his waist, allowing his dick to hit a place even deeper than before. Your eyes shut tight as the pleasure nearly overwhelms you. You feel his other hand cup your face, the other still holding your hand tight.
“Open your eyes, [Y/N], please. I wanna see you when you cum.”
With some effort, you open your eyes to lock your gaze with his. The feeling in your heart explodes a million times over as you feel his love for you through the bond, and the joining of your sex. It brings tears to your eyes.
“I love you Jake—my mate—my Jake—forever! I’m so close! Please! Don’t stop!”
He presses a kiss to your forehead.
“I love you too [Y/N]…Cum for me again baby, let me feel you one more time.”
The cord snaps and your orgasm hits you hard. The moan from your lips burgeoning on a scream. Your cunt squeezes his cock for all it’s worth. The pleasure burns pleasantly from your clit to the tip of your kuru.
Jake continues his brutal pace while you ride out your orgasm. The sensations that flood him through the bond are enough to bring him to his own release.
“[Y/N]!” With your name on his lips, it only takes a few more thrusts before his burying himself as deep as he can, your pelvis bone aching, as he paints your walls with his seed.
He gives you a few more hard thrusts as he rides out his orgasm.
Finally he collapses on top of you, both of you well spent.
He rolls himself onto his back, pulling you with him. He doesn’t remove himself from you, nor does the bond release.
You lay on top of him then, head reasting on his chest. You listen to the rapid beating of his heart; it fills you again with the feeling of home.
Your hand idly traces the glowing stars on his chest. You are both warm and sweaty. Sticky from your exertions. The air is thick with the scent of mating. But neither of you mind.
One arm wraps around you, securing you to him. He brings his other hand to yours, entwining your fingers in a tight embrace.
“I love you, [Y/N]…”
“I love you too, ma Jake. Hold my hand, and never let go.”
You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back.
🍞 i have come to request for jake + breeding 😔🙏make it spicy and soft please
word count: 2900
Pairing: Jake Sully x Female! Navi! Reader Tags/Warnings: smut, nsfw, p in v, swearing, breeding, smooching, a little fluff, R18 - MINORS DNI Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long! I hope it is to your liking :)
SCORCHING
It starts with an itch. A tickle, perhaps, at the back of his throat. Insignificant enough to easily ignore. His hands start sweating more than usual, a general warmth follows him, encasing him. He tells himself it’s fine, Pandora must be going through its version of summer. He becomes a little more worried when his senses become far sharper than before; but strangely, he notices, it is only attuned to you.
The twitch of your tail, a tsk on your tongue, the pop of a joint; every sound you make rings in his ears. Stronger still is the smell. Your scent invades him, controls him. Everything your hands merely glide over, becomes drenched in your scent. He can’t remember ever feeling like this; he feels almost drunk off of it. And God forbid should you be even the slightest bit aroused. One whiff and he’s as good as gone.
That is when he knows something is not right with his person. This level of unbridled arousal is astonishing. If he stares at you for too long, he’s as hard as if you had spent hours teasing him with no release. If he thinks about you for too long, he’s hard. If he smells your intoxicating scent to much, he’s hard. It drives him insane. He can’t control himself, and it frustrates him. He’s sure he’s never been this horny; not even as a teenager. One misstep and he has to excuse himself; desperately pumping his aching cock to your visage.
He’s fucked you every night for the past two weeks. Not that you complain, bless you. Never do you rebuff his advances, always eager to accept his love. It is only after he’s worn himself out in your wet heat that he finally feels some level of reprieve. The relief is so overwhelming, he’s asleep in minutes.
It all comes crashing down on him one morning though. He wakes up late; you left early to join a morning hunt. He would have joined you of course, but he felt far too groggy the night before.
His entire body aches. Every muscle in his body protests even the slowest of movements. He’s drenched in sweat. Jake rolls over to try and be more comfortable, but is immediately assaulted by your lingering scent. His hand is on his cock without a second thought, rough calloused hands bringing him to full attention with little to no effort.
He cums with a desperate moan all over his hand.
But his hand doesn’t stop pumping. He squeezes himself tighter, anything to relieve the burning ache nestled deep within his core. He cums again within minutes. But it does little to alleviate his need. He doesn’t understand; how can he still be hard after that? Fear ripples through him at this sudden unknown state of being.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He hopes you come home soon.
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The sun is well passed its zenith by the time your party returns to village. It was a successful hunt, and your body aches deliciously with the strenuous activity. You return your ever faithful ikran to her beloved mate’s side. Bob’s excited trills puts a smile on your face, and you watch their cute little greeting with a soft giggle.
You stop at a nearby river to wash away the layer of sweat covering your skin. Not a proper bathing, but will suffice for now. The cool water soothes you, and you dive into its shallow depths for good measure. You do not linger long; wanting to get back to Jake as soon as possible. You hope that whatever illness that plagued him the night prior has since subsided. If not, you’ll be sure to have the Tsahik give him a once over.
You make the climb up to your tree nest. You notice the coverings have not yet been pulled open; the dwelling remains enclosed. Swift and quietly, you pry open one side and make your way in, closing behind you.
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You're hit by the sudden smell of sex and it catches you off guard, there is a falter in your step. You give everything a quick once over. Your eyes lock onto your mate, still lying right where you left him this morning. He has his back to you, and it looks as though he’s curled in on himself.
Your ears flick forward as you pick up on his laboured breath. His tail flicks annoyedly. In the dim light seeping through the top, you can make out a faint sheen to his back. The stars freckling his body seem brighter than you remember.
Is this…?
“Ma Jake…?” You call for him, his ear flicks to your direction immediately. You move and kneel behind him and place a gentle hand to his shoulder. You pull your hand back almost immediately; he’s scorching hot to the touch.
“Hnnn….” He tries to say your name, but all he manages a pitiful whimper. Tentatively, your hands are on him again and you help him lay on his back.
When you see the state of him, you can’t help the blush that adorns your cheeks and bleeding down your neck.
He’s hard, cock standing at the ready, leaking precum all down the shaft. His abs glisten with the tell-tale sign of spent seed, and you notice a small puddle of release from where he had been laying.
His eyes find yours and without words, he is begging; pleading you for help.
You don’t hesitate, immediately your hand closes around his throbbing member, gripping him as tightly as possible.
He groans deep in the back of his throat, eyes rolling back. You waste no time pumping him with slow, hard thrusts. His hips snap up to meet your downward arch. One hand finds purchase on your thigh, gripping your soft flesh. His other hand goes to his mouth; he bites down hard as if to try and silence the sounds he’s involuntarily making.
You lean down and gently circle the swollen tip of his dick with your tongue. The taste of his prior releases makes your mouth water. Greedily, you take him into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat.
“Fuck! [Y/N]!”
He cums the moment his dick caresses the soft warmth of your throat; shooting his seed straight down the back. You swallow with practiced ease, letting your throat muscles massage him through his orgasm.
Slowly you lift your head, licking him as he leaves your mouth, cleaning his dick of his cum and your spit.
You’re not surprised when he’s still half hard. But you see clarity has returned to his eyes, somewhat. You touch his cheek with your palm; still hot to the touch. He leans into you, eyes closed, and takes a deep calming breath.
“[Y/N]…What the fuck is wrong with me…? I’ve been horny the whole God damn morning—and it hasn’t fucking stopped…”
He squeezes your hand, seeking reassurance. You wipe the hairs stuck to his brow.
“Oh, muntxatan…I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure if your body was capable of such a thing…”
“What…thing?”
“You’re going through your first rut, ma Jake.”
He stares up at you, brow pinched in confusion.
“Every few months, Na’vi men will go through a period known as a rut. You will become insatiable; your entire world will revolve around mating. The need to breed your mate will become your sole focus. Na’vi women will go through something similar, called a heat. It is when we are, most fertile. Sometimes mated pairs might even have their cycles align with one another. In some cases, when one starts, it triggers the other…”
“Well that’s just fucking perfect…How do I get it to stop…? How long is this gonna last…?”
You suck your teeth, pressing your tongue to your cheek.
“A few days. Maybe even a week.”
Jake groans in frustration.
“Don’t worry ma Jake. I’m here now, I’ll help you through it, yawne.” You lean down and press a soft kiss to the side of his mouth.
He grabs the back of your head and presses you back down to him, kissing you with burning passion. You taste like Heaven on his lips.
You move to straddle him, hands braced upon his chest. As he continues to explore your mouth with his tongue, you slowly start grinding your clothed heat against his hardening member.
You swallow his moan into your mouth, sucking on his tongue.
He's hard almost immediately. The heat radiating off his cock warms your pussy so deliciously, your loin cloth does little to hide your growing arousal. Wetness seeps through, coating him your sweet slickness.
You sit up, wanting to remove the cloth so as to feel him skin to skin.
His hands move to your chest, gently massaging your breasts in each hand. You exhale with a soft hum, the pleasure radiating straight to your loins. His thumbs make soft patterns around your nipples till they perk.
“Jake…” You voice is quiet and breathless as he continues to play with you. His dick twitches when you press your bare cunt to him.
“Please [Y/N]…I need to be inside you so bad it hurts…Please baby,” He begs and moves his hands to your hips, gripping you tightly.
“FUCK--!” His grip on your hips becomes bruising as he cusses loudly. The overwhelming heat and tightness of your pussy causes him to cum immediately.
You smile down at him and nod in understanding. You take him in your hand and lift yourself up, lining him with your center.
Slowly you lower yourself, letting him enter you at an excruciating pace. Once you find the right angle, you let yourself drop, your groin meeting his with a loud slap. You whine at the sudden stretch, a bolt of pleasure pierces through you.
You dare not move, letting him ride his orgasm to focus.
He takes a few calming breathes. You can feel him inside you, hard as ever.
Your eyes meet, and something shifts in his gaze.
Suddenly you’re on back. His hands grab both of your legs behinds the knees as he bends you in half, pushing into you as far as your body will let him.
He starts pounding into you with such force it knocks the air from your lungs. His thrusts are unrelenting, each snap of his hips causing his pelvis to crush against your aching clit, balls slapping against the curve of your ass.
“Ja—Jake~!” You moan his name as you feel your own orgasm approaching without mercy; no doubt the first of many for the night.
“That’s it baby, take my cock like the good little mate that you are.” Tears brim your eyes as the pressure builds and the strain of him folding you in half.
He presses your legs further down with his arms, both his hands cupping your face. His thumbs gently caress the streaks of a few stray tears.
A few more hard thrusts and your cumming around his cock, pleasure exploding from your pussy and spreading down your legs and up your spine. You moan loudly and without restraint as you ride out your orgasm, his dick caressing the spongy centre of your core.
“Fuck yes that’s it [Y/N], cum around my cock. I’m gonna fill you so fucking much baby--!”
One final hard thrust and all movement stops as he spills into you; hot fluid painting your insides.
He barely gives you any time to recover.
Before you know it, he has you flipped into your front. He pulls you both to your knees. He grabs your left arm, bending it behind you securely in his grip. He leans back, forcing you with him, resting your back to his chest. His legs force yours further apart as he pierces you with his dick once more.
Hardened and burning, he fucks you faster than before.
He uses his right hand to spread your folds, exposing your still sensitive clit. His middle finger, coated in your mixed fluids, easily glides over the bud in hurried strokes.
The pleasure is too much too soon, and you can’t help the pathetic whimper that leaves your lips. Tears fall from your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.
“Jake please—it’s too soon! I can’t!” You beg him, and he obliges by moving his hand. He doesn’t stop thrusting.
His hand moves then to wrap around your throat, forcing your head back to rest on his shoulder.
“Yes you can baby, I know you can. Come on give me one more, my good girl,” he whispers in your ear, licking the sensitive appendage.
You whimper, but your mind is becoming a mess. The desire to cum again slowly overriding all else. You move your free hand to play with your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure with each pinch.
As he stares down the planes of your body, your tits bouncing in time with his thrusts, he thinks this is one of his favourite angles in which to bask in your beauty.
The promise of orgasm builds up once more, and you cunt clenches him in anticipation.
“Fuck yes [Y/N], take all my fucking cum baby! Gonna breed you till you can’t even think straight!”
Your walls clench him again at his words and you mewl. He presses a kiss to your check and lets out a breathless chuckle.
“Is that what you want [Y/N]? Wanna be fucked full till I knock you up?”
His hand is on your clit again, and this time you make no move to stop him.
“Yesyesyes! Jake please! Don’t stop! Fuck me more! I want to have your children so bad!”
“Yeah?”
He pushes you down onto your stomach, securing both hands behind your back in one of his own. His other hand holds your head firmly to the floor. He braces himself, using his left leg for leverage on your side.
“Yeeeeees! Jake! Please! Cum in me again! Please!”
Still he pounds into you with reckless abandon. His thrust stretching your aching pussy, the sound of your skin slapping together drowned out by your chocking sobs and moans.
He lets go of your arms to grab at your hips, bringing your cunt back in time with his thrusts.
With a loud throaty growl he’s cumming in you. His hands hold you still, and he rides his pleasure with a few more slow hard thrusts. He’s filled you so much already that it starts to leak from you, dripping down your inner thighs.
His hand moves under you and to your clit, rubbing his spilt seed in fast circles till you’re cumming once again.
“Oh yes, by the Great Mother, YES! JAKE!” Your body shakes as pleasure wracks you. Thankfully he removes his hand when your body tries to jerk away.
He slowly removes himself from you, watching with a satisfied grin as his load spills forth from your abused hole.
“Fuck, [Y/N]…” The sight alone gets him hard again.
He carefully turns you around, laying you on your back. Gently he parts your legs, entering you once more. The slickness of your mixed fluids welcomes him in as he meets no resistance.
He moves one hand behind your back, cradling your head in his hand as he lifts you up slightly.
“The bond.” His voice is low as he asks you to join the two of you together. You grab both your queues and make tsaheylu. Jake curses as your senses invade his. Your hands wrap around his neck, and you pull him down to smash his lips to yours.
You kiss is fervent, nipping at his lips, tongue gliding over his own.
He starts moving again, but this time his pace is slower, his movements more meaningful.
He breaks the kiss to gaze into your eyes. His expression causes a flutter in your heart.
“Nga yawne lu oer,” he whispers, almost too quiet. Your tired eyes beam up at him, and you smile like the luckiest woman on Pandora.
“I love you too, ma Jake.” He returns your smile, quickening his pace, chasing that last orgasm.
“I meant what I said Jake—I want to start a family with you. Please.” Your hands gently play with his hair, massaging the base of his queue. He moans soft at your ministrations.
“Fuck [Y/N], you want me to breed you that badly huh?”
You merely nod, a loving smile adorns your face.
“Alright baby, I got you. I’m gonna full you up till this rut ends. Gonna breed you every. Single. Night.” He times hard thrusts with his last words, cumming in you at the end.
Your walls clench him greedily, still sensitive from before.
He collapses then, careful to lean himself to the side so as to not crush you. His breathing is strenuous, as is yours.
He moves to lay on his side, one arm stretched out. He pulls you with him, making sure his dick is still firmly nestled in your warmth. He pulls your crotch flush with his, draping your leg over his hip.
“Gotta make sure you keep as much as possible in there babe,” he says and presses a kiss to your forehead.
Your arm wraps around his chest, pulling yourself to him, resting your head on his outstretched bicep. His other arm wraps around you, holding you close, his hand rubbing soothing patterns to your back.
“Hey,”
He tucks a hand under your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze.
“Thank you…It feels like forever since my mind was this clear.” You smile, grabbing his hand and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles.
“Of course, ma Jake. You are my mate, my love, my future. I would do anything for you. And know, when it is my turn, I will be far more needy than you.”
His eyes widen at the prospect and it makes you laugh.
“Don’t worry, all will be well, I promise. But you must rest, this moment of reprieve will last for only so long. Tomorrow your body will return with renewed vigour.”
He kisses you then, long enough to steal your breath. It feels almost too soon when he pulls away.
“Then you go to sleep too [Y/N]. Because come tomorrow, I’m not lettin’ you outta my sight. Gonna keep my promise, and breed you till you can’t think straight,” he gives you one teasing thrust, causing you to yip in surprise.
Jake laughs at your reaction, before snuggling his face into your hair. He breathes deep of your scent, letting the warmth of your body pressed to his calm him.
You in turn snuggle yourself into his neck, pressing a soft kiss there.
“I love you, Jake.”
“I love you too baby.”
Sleep takes you, and your dreams are filled with the laughter of children.
What Do I Tell My Friends Family - Masterlist
Pairing: Human/Recom/Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Female! Na'vi! Sully! Reader Tags/Warnings: 18+ ONLY, rare pairing, possibly dark content, smut, adult themes, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, lust, older man x younger woman, under age reader (16), degradation, nsfw, dubious consent, dirty talk, orgasm, orgasm denial, foul language, choking, p in v - each chapter will have it's own tags
Author's Notes: Am I going crazy? I can't find the masterlist for this fic so I'm making a new one. Seems like it just *POOF* disappeared! Someone let me know if I'm just blind >_>
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Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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The Lie of Providence - Chapter 6 - Venom to My Ears
word count: 3745
Pairing: Recom Miles Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi Reader Tags/Warnings: hurt, anger, no comfort, bullying, dysmorphia, lots of crying
Author's Note: And we're back! Sorry this took soooo long to come out! Haha, totally got distracted by WDITMF ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anyway apologies for any grammatical errors as usual!
“blue text” is spoken Na'vi.
‘Italics’ are thoughts.
iortsyal = a pandorian butterfly
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You remember it quite clearly.
You were 14 then, and it happened so unexpectedly. Tarsem has taken 3 other teenagers, boys them all, under his tutelage as future hunters and warriors.
From the beginning you could tell these 3 were a close nit group, perhaps friends since their younger years. Rokan (15) is the leader, whilst Ru’ak (14) and Teka (14), the twins, were his little followers.
They paid you no mind, as far as you can tell; just another trainee they only saw when they spent time with Tarsem.
A spar was called between you and Rokan, Tarsem wanting to assess both of your progress thus far.
Late in the afternoon, the group found a small clearing, you and Rokan front and centre, the twins somewhere behind Tarsem off to the side.
You readied yourself; low crouch, find your centre, just like father taught you. Rokan stands tall, starts walking to the side as if to circle you. You mimic his movements, making sure to keep him in front of your line of sight.
However this is what he had wanted, had predicted. When he felt the sun kiss his bare back, he rushed you without warning. You squinted as the sun assaulted your sensitive eyes. But that wasn’t what you were paying attention to, no.
You stared only ahead at the figure coming at you. Drenched in gold, you think you have never seen such ethereal beauty. The evening light explodes behind him as he approaches, casting his front in shadow. You feel the rapid pounding of your heart, the quickness of your breath.
He is on you before you can even blink. Tackled to the ground, he pins you and you flail wildly, trying to free yourself, but it is of little use.
“Enough. Separate.” Tarsem calls from the side lines. Rokan obeys without question, the twins hollering his praises. You sit up and watch his retreating back as he makes his way over to them. ‘Was he always that athletic?’ the thought catches you so completely off-guard you let out a quiet ‘eep’! Covering your mouth, you get up in a rush and move to your side. You don’t see the quick glance Rokan does behind himself to look at you.
A few more matches, and a few more pins to the ground, Tarsem calls it. 8 matches, 8 losses. Rokan is full to the brim with pride. He has beaten Tarsem’s star pupil, firstborn of the Olo'eyktan, and he couldn’t be happier.
Tarsem sends the 3 boys off. They eagerly scurry away, playfully pushing each other, arms wrapped around each other’s neck in brotherly fashion. You watch them, envious almost. Yes, you do have the friendship and comfort of your many siblings; but there some times when, you wish you too had friends closer to your age. Boy or girl, it didn’t matter to you.
“[Y/N].” Tarsem addresses you, pulling your attention from the boys.
“Yes???” You respond, flustered at being caught staring.
“You were distracted today.”
You’re not sure if he’s making a statement or asking you.
“Yes, Tarsem. I…apologise. It will not happen again.” He has his arms crossed and nods at you, waving you off for the evening.
You bid him farewell and begin the trek to your next lesson.
“He is a very handsome young man though.” Tarsem calls from behind you. You stop dead and turn to face him, face flushed red, mouth agape in horror. Tarsem only smiles widely trying his best to stifle a laugh. You hasten your retreat to a full-on sprint, all the while you can hear Tarsem’s laugh slowly fading behind you.
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Ok.
So you think he’s cute.
Handsome even.
Big deal.
So what???
No really. So what?
You have no idea what to do with this information. It’s not as if you’re overflowing with spare time to pursue, whatever this is. A silly crush. Nothing more. But this was the first time you’ve ever experienced romantic feelings in any capacity.
As a result, you unfortunately start noticing him around the village more. You wonder if he often frequented the same areas as you. Did you perhaps never notice until now?
He never approaches you, nor do the twins. Always does he simply greet you with a smirk and quick gesture of the hand. By Eywa, that smile. That damned smile. You feel heat rush up your neck to your cheeks every accursed time. How embarrassing.
A few weeks pass, and something most unexpectedly happens.
He does in fact, approach you.
“[Y/N]!” He waves you down, jogging up to you, the other two not far behind.
“Ro-Rokan! Ru’ak and Teko too. What can I do for you three?”
“Are you free right now? We’re about to head out into the forest, and wanted to know if you wanna join us?”
“M-me?” You curse yourself for stammering in front of him.
“Of course! We’re all warriors in training together. Makes sense to me that we should get to know each other a little better, don’t you agree?”
Your heart feels as though it’s doing flips against your ribcage. You inwardly squeal with joy. As luck would have it, this was your day of rest, so you indeed had free time!
“Y-yes of course! I’d be happy to!” You fondly smile upward to the taller boy, brimming with excitement.
You had remained cordial with the other teens of the clan around your age, but you’ve never actually hung out with any of them. This was your chance to amend that, and actually make friends outside the family. That thought alone has iortsyal fluttering in your stomach.
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The three of you stop at the edge of the village. Rokan teases you with a smirk, challenging you to keep up. Your heart skips, and you feel heat on your cheeks.
He doesn’t wait for you to respond and immediately rushes off into the forest. You don’t think twice before you’re immediately on his trail, the twins keep pace behind you.
You barely register the world around you, relying solely on your instincts to guide you forward. Your eyes are fixed to the azure back just a few branches ahead of you. You become hypnotised by the lean muscle, and swallow thickly as a sheen slowly spreads upon his broad back.
You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of these thoughts before they fall into depravity. You can’t afford to be distracted, not out here at least. The forest is dangerous if you are caught unawares. With renewed focus, you push yourself harder, urging yourself to go faster. You feel the fire of your muscles burning, the ache of your pounding heart, but you relish in the feeling; it is a reminder of your strength, of your training, of being alive.
Up ahead, the spaces between the last tree and the next is too large to clear with a jump, but their branches connect in a bend to the left. You see Rokan veer to the side, taking the safe part. He is still a little ways ahead of you.
You look at the drop, contemplating the odds of you making the jump. It is then you notice the thick vines dangling in the empty space. You smirk to yourself and move even faster than you thought yourself capable of.
You don’t hear the twins both yell out to you as you launch yourself forward, hand outstretched. Your eyes briefly meet Rokan’s as you look to your left. His widen in shock as he watches you fly through the air. Your hands meets vine, and you grab with all your might.
You use the momentum of your flight to propel yourself forward to another vine, repeating the motion once again, before you launch yourself at the flattened branches of the tree ahead. You lurch forwards, coming into a roll as you land. The momentum pushes you forward, and you are instantly back into a sprint.
One quick glance behind and you see Rokan’s shocked face as he just finishes the detour. You don’t even see the twins. You laugh loud and breathlessly, yelling out to them to keep up and to stop being so low. You refuse to wipe the smile off your face as you continue forward. You’re not sure when last you had this much fun. It felt different from when you play with your siblings. There was just something about being around people your own age. Your heart swells with an unknown feeling, and it only makes you smile wider.
From the vantage point in the trees, you can see a large body of water in the distance. It is framed by a cliff side with a waterfall. The darkness of its colour lend credence to its depths. If this was the direction Rokan was going, then it stands to reason that this plunge pool was surely the destination.
You run along the thin branch stretching over the water, and dive down, head first, without hesitation.
In the blink of an eye you’re surrounded by the biting cold of water. You make it half way to the bottom of the pool, before you change direction and start swimming to the top. You breach the surface, taking one big gulp as you make your way to the nearest edge. You pull yourself out, flopping onto your back with a heavy thud. Your eyes are unfocused as you lay there, staring up into the canopy. Your breathing is laborious, and every muscle aches something fierce.
It doesn’t stop the giggle that bubbles up inside you; bursting forth in a cacophony of laughter. You let out a triumphant howl, pumping your firsts into the air victoriously.
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Rokan sees the gap approaching, and knows he can’t make that jump. He sees the side path, and takes it. He’s almost half way when he hears the twins yelling your name somewhere behind him. He looks to his right and is completely stunned by what he sees.
Your silvery form soars through the sky, arm outstretched. His eyes meet yours for the briefest of moments, before you look forward once again. There is a falter to his step as he watches you clear the gap by swinging on the vines. You’re so far ahead now. He sees you look back once he makes it back to the path. He barely makes out your laughter and the tease you throw to the wind for them to keep up.
He stops dead in his tracks.
The twins finally catch up, you’re naught but a white smudge in the distance against the dark greens of the forest.
“This is far enough.” He tells the twins, holding out his arm to stop them from advancing. They stand there silently, the only sound their laboured breaths. Rokan lets out an amused huff as he sees you disappear when you take the dive.
“Heh…Unbelievable.” He shakes his head. He stares at where you once were for but a moment longer, before turning back and making his way toward the village.
“Let’s go.” The twins nod and follow him without question.
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Ten minutes pass; it instead feels something akin to an hour. Anxiety weaves it way into you, deep into the pit of your stomach. There was no sound of bodies hitting water. No laughter from rambunctious boys catching up to you.
You sit on your knees beside the water, soaked, hands clenched tight. Your body starts shaking involuntarily.
At first, you thought perhaps they were afraid to dive, and were searching for a safer way down. But as each minute passed by, the truth became clearer.
They had left you. For reasons you have yet to conjure, they had abandoned you here. You fight the quiver of your lip as tears sting your eyes. But as you are now, you are powerless. You fall to your sudden grief, letting out a straggled cry as tears flow free. You wrap your arms around yourself as you weep.
You are cut deep by unpleasant emotions. These are feelings you are unaccustomed to.
Why did they leave you?
Did you do something to offend them?
What were they thinking?
Did they even want to hang out with you in the first place?
Was this their plan all along?
Were they ever intending to be your friend?
Questions like this flood your mind, drowning you in a sudden wave of self-doubt. You let loose a scream until your throat burns.
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Time passes, and your tears eventually dry. You look at your reflection in the water, and nearly recoil. Your face is red, eyes puffy, angry streaks of dried tears paint your cheeks. You stare intently at yourself then, taking in the golden threads of your braids, and the starlit white of your skin.
You wonder then, if things would have played out differently, had you been born normal looking.
You frown, clenching your teeth as you feel anger slowly start to burn within. You swat away the image angrily, wildly splashing the water about.
It was no secret to you, that you were born different. But it never bothered you. Your family treated you no different from your siblings, and by Eywa neither did any of the Sky People.
So why now? Why them?
…Were they the only ones?
You shake your head, pulling yourself from yet venturing down that train of thought. You take a moment to wash your face. The cool water helps ground you, calming you. You drink deep, sighing contently.
You pull yourself to your feet, and take stock of where exactly you are. You observe your surroundings, trying to find familiarity with the Great Mother’s design. But none of the surrounding area invokes any sort of recognition. You look up into the canopy, and you can vaguely make out the thin branch you dove from. It would seem, the only way back to that tree would be to scale the waterfall. Wonderful.
You sigh in defeat, but nonetheless make your way around the pool to some outcroppings you can scale.
The climb would not normally wind you, but your body still aches from the strain of your sprinting prior. Your mind still reels, broiled in anger from everything that has transpired.
With an angry grunt, you hoist yourself up to the top of the cliff.
You look up from your crouched position, and freeze.
All of your anger, all of your sadness, every turbulent emotion, is rend from your body.
You mind goes blank, mouth suddenly dry, mind blank.
You do not blink.
Drinking from the stream, nought but a few feet away, is a palulukan.
An adult palulukan.
The creatures ears are pointed toward you. It clearly heard you, but did not turn its head to regard you, instead choosing to finish its drink.
There is a lump in your throat, but you are too shaken to even swallow. Fear overwhelms you, and you are unable to move. To run. You know you should let the fear pass over and through you. But repeating mantras was not the same as putting it into practice.
You curse those boys, but most of all, you curse yourself. You should have paid attention. You should have known better. Had you been smarter, more aware, maybe you would have noticed you were running straight into palulukan territory. Your mind is too frazzled to even send silent prayers to the Great Mother.
You don’t even have any of your decent weaponry on you. Fuck.
The creature finishes its drink, and licks it lips before turning its head in your direction.
But when your eyes meet, something strange happens. You expect the creature to growl lowly, lower its stance, as if ready to pounce.
Instead, once your eyes meet, it freezes.
You barely have time to make a confused face, before the palulukan lets out the most terrifying roar you have ever heard.
But it is not the roar of an apex predator warning prey to run.
This was something of fear.
It snarls and bares its fangs, banging its front paws into ground as it roars at you again. But it never moves closer, staying exactly where it was. Still you are frightened by its very visage.
You flinch.
With swiftness you wish you possessed, the creature suddenly turns and sprints off deeper into the forest.
You sit stock still as you listen to its fading footfalls.
‘What was that?’
‘By the Great Mother, what the fuck was that?!’
You bring your hands up to your face, and realise you are shaking. Adrenaline still courses through your veins. You launch yourself up, and sprint in the opposite direction of where the beast ran.
You dare not turn around.
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You make it back to village, but you are far from unscathed.
Small cuts mar your skin. In your haste to escape, you became carless; tripping and tumbling over yourself. Your lucky your hands and feet remain clear, but the same cannot be said for your arms and legs. The adrenaline stops you from feeling any pain.
You stop yourself once you make it into the village, bracing yourself on a nearby tree. You fall to your knees, huffing and puffing. You hand clenches your chest as you desperately try to calm your beating heart; it feels as though it will burst forth from your chest.
“Well, look who made it back! Took you long enough, freak.”
You feel yourself go rigid. The voice beside you, addressing you, belongs to none other than Rokan. You don’t move to look at him. Not that it matters. He instead moves to be in your line of sight. You force yourself to look up and at him. He’s smirking down at you, arms crossed over his chest. You vaguely register the twins standing behind him, crouching to be at your level. They’re quietly laughing as they point at you, whispering to each other.
You struggle with all your might to stand up straight, using the tree as leverage. But your legs are threatening to give out, and you painfully slump back against the tree with a pained grunt.
The boys laugh at you.
His words slice into you. But it is not the clean cut of a swift blade. This is serrated, cutting into you slowly with meaningful precision.
“You really are pathetic, you know that? I can’t believe Eywa cursed Toruk Makto. I’m honestly surprised you even made it back alive right now. How stupid were you to not even notice where we were running, hm?”
“Oh well, and here I thought I could be rid of you…”
“W-why…? I haven’t done…anything…to you…” Getting the words out is laborious as you desperately try to catch your breath.
“Pfft! Why? Is this skxáwng serious?” He playfully nudges one of the boys beside him.
“Let me clue you in on a little secret, freak. We don’t like you—I don’t like you! And did you think I wouldn’t notice? The way you look at me? Disgusting. As if I would ever be interested in a freak.”
You flinch at his words, and cast you gaze downward; too ashamed to meet his eyes.
“Did you really think because you were the daughter of Olo'eyktan, of Toruk Makto, that it made you special? Look at yourself! Your Sky People hair. That pale skin. You will never be true Na’vi. Face it, [Y/N]…Eywa cursed you. Honestly, I was doing the clan a favour by leaving you there.”
You don’t think you’ve ever heard your name said with such disgust, in your entire life. You don’t know what to do, how to react. The deep gnawing pit in your stomach grows with the pain in your heart. You can’t help the silent tears that fall.
There is no sympathy to be had. Rokan simply laughs at you.
“Aww, Rokan. You made it cry, that’s so mean~!” You dare to look up, and feel the cracks in your heart splinter. A girl approaches, nestling herself into Rokan’s side as she stops beside him. You recognise her. Vekya. You were acquaintances at best. What little interactions you two had were always cordial as far as you can recall. But the sneer on her face speaks volumes. Had she always looked at you like this, when you back was turned?
How many in the clan felt the same then?
You’re overcome with anxiety once more. You can’t be around them. Not under their stares. Not under their eyes.
And so you run.
You hear their laughter fade into the background as you sprint away, not entirely caring where you end up.
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You hiccup as you cry at the recollection, your throat clenching painfully. You want to continue, but it would seem your body has other ideas.
Your mother stares at you, the hold on your hands almost painful.
She sees the tears streaming down your face.
She sees the pain in your eyes.
The scars of your heart.
The sorrow in your soul.
And she sees...
RED.
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