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i ❤️ fali

it’s so sad that he’s not a character in the film and he’s an oc!!! (but it’s ok coz ur fics are amazing so that makes up for it🤷🏼‍♀️)

i <3 fali too

i think i'm gonna start working on a headcanon-like post that just takes us thru the events of the movie ( except following around our fave [y/n] ofc )

that obviously includes our collective bbg, fali himself

guys i changed my mind -- i wanna write so bad now but i have no ideas

so, requests are open !! please request !! love you guys

insurmountable love made me sob😭 are you planning on doing a part two? I’m sure I’ll love it but I don’t think my mental health will be the same

okay so... maybe ?? i've been pondering ideas, but i'm not sure how to go about it. do we,

a) go through it like... the spirit visiting thing ?? take a moment to wander through the memories they all have of [y/n] ??

b) go through it in the eyes of [y/n] who's struggling to leave her heartbroken family behind ( and also, she's terrified of leaving the only world she's ever known )

or maybe some other ideas !! those are the two i had, but im open to ponder some other things.

a/n: okay, this is a fun one !! a long one, but a fun one. the details kinda got crappy nearing the end because i lost the motivation to stay strong, especially since i just wanted to publish it, but hopefully you enjoy nonetheless. all interactions, although specifically reblogs and comments, are appreciated !!

summary: basically me taking you through the plot of atwow with an additional two characters that we've grown to adore.

tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @23victoria @nyotamalfoy @gcldtom @calypixi

atwow ( feat. [y/n] + fali )

₊˚.༄ okay, so… how do i even begin this? i guess it’s probably best to start from the top — from the very very beginning. when times weren’t so tough, when joy rang itself throughout high camp far more often.

₊˚.༄ most specifically, the birth of the omaticaya’s future tsahik, [y/n] te suli neytiri’ite. jake sully and neytiri’s first born daughter — their pride and joy, if you will.

₊˚.༄ she was an adored child all around the camp — even from infancy, she was full of her mother’s attitude and her father’s leadership.

₊˚.༄ a perfect but dangerous combo, if you will.

₊˚.༄ as much as the young na’vi was fascinated by the ikrans, the weapons, the war meetings, all the of the things that seemed to follow her father around ( as much as he hated it all ), there was also a very large amount of pride within both neytiri and mo’at that [y/n] was just as infatuated with their culture.

₊˚.༄ the food, the clothing, the music, the jewelry, the songcords — and don’t even get me started on the dancing! they always adored the way she waddled around on her short, chubby legs and clapped to the tempo of the drums that surrounded the dance floor.

₊˚.༄ and to think… that used to be a normalized event… before the sky-people somehow made things worse than they ever had. who even knew that was possible?

₊˚.༄ minus her own personal upbringing regarding her home, [y/n] also quite enjoyed her family. even when she was introduced to not one, but two babies around the same time thanks to the mystery that was grace’s avatar.

₊˚.༄ nevertheless, [y/n] welcomed both her biological brother and adopted sister into her arms. it seemed that, even from the very start, she was built to be the big sister, nevermind being a leader in general!

₊˚.༄ the age gap between her, neteyam, and kiri was large enough that [y/n] stayed ahead of them in skills and learning, but it was also small enough that they adored each other’s company.

₊˚.༄ then came lo’ak, of course, the child that gave his entire family a headache from the moment he exited neytiri’s womb. nevertheless, [y/n] didn’t discriminate — she loved her siblings equally! well, depending on the day, of course.

₊˚.༄ no amount of love for her baby brothers could keep her from ripping each of them a new one if they dared scare her ( and trust me, as they grew into teenagers that lacked intellect and self-control… well, it became a very regular occurrence )

₊˚.༄ tuk, of course, was just a pure angel that each sully sibling silently declared was a top priority in any situation. even if lo’ak ( yes, lo’ak, because it was always lo’ak ) managed to drag the baby of the family into a life-threatening situation, all four of them were ready to lay themselves down if it meant the youngest survived.

₊˚.༄ and, if we’re being completely honest, each sibling was more than prepared to sacrifice themselves if it even gave the others the slimmest chance of survival.

₊˚.༄ that’s the way of siblings, afterall! as much as you gripe, and hate, and fight, you also would do anything for each other!

₊˚.༄ but, siblings and the relationship between the five of them was only a tiny detail in the life of [y/n].

₊˚.༄ yes, she was the future tsahik, and yes, she’d always nurtured that future for herself. so had her parents! but, that meant that she wasted years of youth away training for a future that felt like eons away.

₊˚.༄ she often wished she could’ve gone back and fought for her childhood.

₊˚.༄ neytiri and jake often wished for the exact same. it’s never an easy thing knowing that you were the reason your child suffered the way that they did.

₊˚.༄ but, even though there did seem to be a lack of positive child-like memories, she still possessed stories that she could never forget. stories of her huddled in her father’s lap ( along with the rest of the sullys ), listening with wide eyes as he recalled some dramatic story of the battlefield. splashing in the river with her siblings. letting her father throw her up and down as she shrieked in enjoyment.

₊˚.༄ [y/n] yearned for the simplicity that life once was. but, that was never how it went — not for anyone.

₊˚.༄ the beginning to the complicated adulthood that her life broke into stemmed from, of course, her rite of passage: the iknimaya.

₊˚.༄ she was the first of the five children to perform the daunting task, and even though she was very well prepared, she could still recall the nerves that coursed through her veins leading up to the event.

₊˚.༄ although, it all became worth it once [y/n] began climbing the hallelujah mountains, a beauty incomparable.

₊˚.༄ when she finally got there, she automatically volunteered to be the first of her group. she wanted to get it done ( and she wanted to pride her parents — also brag to her younger siblings, but that was besides the point. )

₊˚.༄ while her parents had prepared her for a patient experience, waiting for the right ikran and all, she was pleasantly surprised that she found hers almost immediately.

₊˚.༄ at the sight, she nearly grew disappointed. it was a tiny little thing, at least compared to others.

₊˚.༄ but, with a small size came the advantage of maneuvering. the little bastard sure knew how to fight!

₊˚.༄ [y/n] grappled with the creature ( that she later honored as the biggest pain in her ass, right next to her brothers ) for a span of time that both felt like one hundred years and three seconds.

₊˚.༄ the relief she felt when she finally strapped its jaw shut!

₊˚.༄ but, of course, that only pissed it off more. in that moment, [y/n] realized she’d finally met someone that was as pissy and petty as she was, because [y/n] soon found herself — legs tucked tightly and arms fumbling for the queue — falling from the cliff.

₊˚.༄ she forced the panic down and back into her stomach, the anxiety becoming only a motivator of the situation at hand, and soon the adrenaline kicked in.

₊˚.༄ as the bitchy ikran decided to tuck her wings in and head face-first into the abyss below, [y/n] didn’t give up on creating the bond.

₊˚.༄ and then, just as they were about to crash into a floating mountain that waited below them, the two queues connected, and [y/n] found her instincts working faster than her brain.

₊˚.༄ soon, the two pulled up swiftly and dangerously close to a death-inducing collision. together, they dodged all sorts of obstacles in the way, and [y/n] quickly began to appreciate the small size of her ikran.

₊˚.༄ neytiri and jake were more just happy to see that their daughter actually survived.

₊˚.༄ that, of course, led to a whole new world. hunting, specifically! and, of course, the idea of being a true warrior.

₊˚.༄ it started off slow at first, but due to her history of sitting in on war meetings with her father and other clan leaders, she was also considered quite knowledgeable.

₊˚.༄ throughout the next few years, however, she gained enough trust with her father and her clan to be considered on one of the lines of defense when it came to their raiding parties.

₊˚.༄ that in itself took quite a bit of convincing from [y/n] to her parents, but she had a way with words.

₊˚.༄ of course came the fateful raid in which she disobeyed ( something that absolutely shocked her siblings — that was a rarity! not that she loved following rules, but she also was well aware of her expected role of leadership in years time. )

₊˚.༄ [y/n] ended up, with the advantage of her small ikran, joining the first line and taking over the skies. she swiftly dodged every obstacle, twirling around and avoiding falling helicopters and bullets headed for her skin.

₊˚.༄ she was, if anything, a menace. and everyone was more than impressed. how could such a young na’vi hold so much skill, never mind the potential of who she could become?

₊˚.༄ jake didn't let that stop him from reprimanding her, of course ( but even he couldn't hide the pride that swelled when others came up to him, complimenting his daughter’s skills )

“i don't give a shit how good you are, you’re still in trouble.”

₊˚.༄ nevertheless, her act secured her a role in the sky during raid parties. as long as she swore to keep herself alive!

₊˚.༄ she did, obviously.

₊˚.༄ that brings us to the start of the movie, i guess! most specifically, the opening raid in which her two idiot brothers try and get themselves killed.

₊˚.༄ two spotters inspired by their big sister’s gusto, after all.

₊˚.༄ she barely caught them in the sky before they landed on the battlefield below, attempting to convince them the best option was to change their minds and not get themselves killed.

₊˚.༄ neteyam seemed to be with [y/n], but nothing could diminish lo’ak’s spirit.

“i'm telling,” [y/n] threatened teasingly, although she really would prefer if the two turned around and took her better judgment for once in their lives. “don't you dare,” lo’ak groaned, eyes narrowing at her in annoyance.

₊˚.༄ but, [y/n] was fully aware that this was a conscious decision. if anything, she could appreciate the two for scouting out any opportunity that highlighted them in front of their father.

₊˚.༄ even so, she didn't feel good letting them fly down and into a world of danger that they didn't know. not without her, anyway.

₊˚.༄ and so, if you couldn't tell, the three of them delivered themselves onto the battleground together. [y/n] initially ordered them both to follow her lead, but not even a few seconds later, the two boys were nowhere to be found.

₊˚.༄ it figures.

₊˚.༄ and then, of course while searching for them, she did end up reaching them again. this time, however, she managed to catch the very unhappy eyes of her own father.

₊˚.༄ but, as you may recall, there was a small interruption before any emotional damage could be done, resulting in a whole new set of issues.

“do not play with that!” [y/n] hissed, snatching the gun from her youngest brothers hands. “you are too reckless to be trusted with anything bigger than a bow.” lo’ak scowled, giving his sister and unimpressed look. “dad taught me,” he declared, matter-o-factly. “well, if you haven't noticed, that same dad has very much noticed our presence.” [y/n] was too tired to deal with this.

₊˚.༄ just as neteyam opened his mouth to respond to either his sister’s well-placed point or his brother's annoying bravado, a gut-dropping word echoed through the air. “incoming!”

₊˚.༄ they ran, naturally, and of course, managed to become the victims to a shot right at their heels. lo’ak and [y/n] tumbled a few feet while it seemed the neteyam took flight.

₊˚.༄ it didn't take long until [y/n]’s ears were ringing, and she stared straight up into the angry eyes of her father.

₊˚.༄ later, after her own ikran swooped down and let her board in an impressively smooth fashion, the nearly reunited family was able to fly back to high-camp together

₊˚.༄ the entire ride, the three siblings were cringing in anticipation

₊˚.༄ even neteyam, who flinched every time he grimaced

₊˚.༄ of course, they were all severely reprimanded, and that included [y/n]... something about keeping an eye on her brothers, keeping them safe

₊˚.༄ she didn't argue, mainly because she knew better, but she fought the urge to roll her eyes. the whole reason she joined them was to keep them safe!

₊˚.༄ but, life moves on — although she did feel guilty that she let neteyam get hurt, even if he insisted it was his fault.

₊˚.༄ she should've led the way. she should've been hurt, not him.

₊˚.༄ it seemed that the idea of eldest sibling guilt was a reoccurring theme, for not even a day after, [y/n] found herself on a scouting mission alongside her parents and neteyam

₊˚.༄ her heart dropped at lo’ak’s message — never mind when she heard tuk was with them!

₊˚.༄ obviously, both her and neteyam were ordered to stay with the ikrans when they finally got to the old battlefield, but the one thing that [y/n] won't stand for is her siblings in danger

₊˚.༄ so, naturally, the two joined ( even at the risk of their own parents’ fury )

₊˚.༄ when they got there, they crept under the brush and leaves for coverage, but eventually [y/n]’s eagerness got the best of her and she told neteyam it would be best to split up

₊˚.༄ that was how, as the rest of her family ran from the gunfire to safety, she found herself pointing her bow right at quaritch

₊˚.༄ too bad another avatar popped out of nowhere and aimed his gun right at her — she was just thankful that said avatar was either a terrible shot or just very nervous because she came out unscathed

₊˚.༄ she sprinted through the forest at a speed she didn't know she could reach, nearly tumbling in the process

₊˚.༄ [y/n] nearly fell over in fear when she ran into her family

₊˚.༄ while she tried to process the event that just took place, her mother was busy checking her from any harm done

[y/n] pushed neytiri’s hands away with a tearful shake of her head. “i am fine, mom,” she insisted. she then turned to lock eyes with jake, a rough look settling in her eyes. “how did they get here?”

₊˚.༄ in that moment, jake and [y/n] burst into one of their infamous arguments that it seemed only an eldest daughter could have with her father without being punished for life

₊˚.༄ they argued about their safety, about how they should track those avatars down and kill them for what they’ve done — [y/n] was far too new to the field of battle to understand what statements she was making

₊˚.༄ plus, it seemed her heart was speaking louder than her head was

₊˚.༄ until it broke into one of those heart shattering moments where she’s upset and ranting at jake, tears start flowing, and they each creep closer to each other with every word exchanged

₊˚.༄ and then he like… closes his arms around her and lets his girl cry into his chest

₊˚.༄ yeah…

₊˚.༄ anyway, as you can probably recall from the fic that started this all ( which, if you haven't read it… well, what are you even doing here ?! ) [y/n] was justifiably upset with the fact that they had to leave

₊˚.༄ like, while everybody else was creeping and listening in with their own shocked emotions, [y/n] had to fight to tears when she heard the decision

₊˚.༄ she had to leave her home.

₊˚.༄ and not only her home, but she had to leave her future behind. the same future, mind you, that she had wasted her childhood to train for.

₊˚.༄ what was the point now?

₊˚.༄ but, she had to appear strong for the sake of her family. that was all [y/n] knew to do.

₊˚.༄ sure, she shed some tears, but only in her own private time. she couldn't let anyone else see. she had to just pretend, that was all.

₊˚.༄ yada, yada, this was all basically covered in the og request from like a hundred years ago

₊˚.༄ kinda cray

₊˚.༄ anyway!

₊˚.༄ that includes the flight, emotions, and her arrival to their new home

₊˚.༄ to which, by the way, ronal was like of course upset that a child stood up to her, but also… a child stood up to her. that was impressive! and as much as she hated the idea of the newcomers, especially the mother and her eldest daughter, she could also appreciate both of their upbringings and attitudes as powerful women of their clans.

₊˚.༄ moving on, when the sullys take their first swim, [y/n] joins ( hesitantly… ) and is struggling quite a bit

₊˚.༄ they run into the metkayina siblings, but she sees a peculiar face that talks with rotxo and ao’nung — a male, around her age, with tattoos lining his body

₊˚.༄ he wasn't half-bad looking!

₊˚.༄ but, after a quick moment of eye contact between to two ( in which [y/n] have a skeptical stare and he offered a welcoming smile ), he was off, riding his ilu in another direction

₊˚.༄ she loved the idea of the sea, but it almost seemed like the sea despised the idea of her. she couldn't do shit! and it was extremely infuriating.

₊˚.༄ the embarrassment she faced when she attempted to ride an ilu…

₊˚.༄ and the way that rotxo, tsireya, and ao’nung all attempted to help her with her breathing!

₊˚.༄ well, that’s fali’s cue.

₊˚.༄ the same na’vi that had smiled at her was back, and his name was fali. he was an extremely close childhood friend of tsireya and ao’nung ( and ultimately rotxo as well )

₊˚.༄ he was a bit sibling! like [y/n]! perhaps they could be friends?

₊˚.༄ well, we all know how that went… ( again, refer to the linked fic from earlier if you're clueless )

₊˚.༄ also i have absolutely no idea how time works here so i'm creating my own timeline between events because i want to give fali and [y/n] more time to fall in love

₊˚.༄ after she finally learned to breath, and after they finally kissed, she was noticeably happier. like, scarily so.

₊˚.༄ but, they were all far too busy to act on it… yet…

₊˚.༄ it was while the relationship was secret that ao’nung decided to be an ass and tease kiri

₊˚.༄ her and fali had been the ones to break up the fight when they witnessed it from a nearby location in which they were originally trying to enjoy each others company

₊˚.༄ while [y/n] soon placed her anger on ao’nung after hearing the story, fali slapped his up the back of the head in disappointment.

“you're gonna get in so much trouble.”

₊˚.༄ and then nevermind when she later heard what this bitch did to lo’ak… oh my, she was contemplating hitting a child

₊˚.༄ to which fali discreetly rested a calming hand on her lower back because they're adorable

₊˚.༄ never one did fali stray from [y/n]’s side of the argument — he was just fully aware of how much of an ass ao’nung was. a lovable one, but an ass nonetheless

₊˚.༄ and imagine her annoyed that, for once, lo’ak took the blame. he couldn't have done that literally any other time and take their fathers wrath from his own siblings? good lord.

₊˚.༄ oh, and when her parents decided to team up on neteyam for not keeping an eye on lo’ak… yeah, [y/n] wasn't afraid to fight back. not anymore, not when she had a new purpose and a new life, and not when she had fali.

“it is not his fault that you where the one to tell him to make peace, no matter what. i don't understand why you push the blame onto every child before you reach yourselves!” 

₊˚.༄ of course, she didn't know that wasn't true, but it was enough for neytiri and jake to rethink

₊˚.༄ when it came time for the kids to all gather and listen to lo’ak’s story, [y/n] and fali sat on opposite sides and avoided eye contact on all fronts

₊˚.༄ until, of course, it was found out that the tulkun he’d befriended was anything but safe

in concern, her eyes flickered to inevitably meet fali’s. with eyebrows furrowed and a mouth downturned, she silently asked the question, is this true? a silent nod of his head affirmed her wonder.

₊˚.༄ after lo’ak decided to leave in anger towards the rest of the group ( and tsireya followed ), they all broke apart

₊˚.༄ but, fali and [y/n] soon found each other, an array of worries exchanged between the couple

₊˚.༄ the comfort that was offered was incomparable to anything else they could have recieved

₊˚.༄ and then, later, when she arrived late to the marui, she caught kiri’s knowing gaze

₊˚.༄ it was the next afternoon that they all were made aware of the eldest sully sibling’s relations with fali

₊˚.༄ again, that was in the original request, but you may also find interest in the written interaction between fali and the rest of the family

₊˚.༄ moving on and back to the actual plot, both [y/n] and fali — now officially known to the world as a couple which meant a lot of longing looks and laughter — joined them on the swim to the spirit tree

₊˚.༄ that was fantastic… until it wasn't…

₊˚.༄ the panic that surged through her ( next to the adrenaline and urge to protect ) was overwhelming as kiri had her seizure

₊˚.༄ and then the way that fali held her after they got kiri back safely

₊˚.༄ [y/n] was in a state in panic, and this boy just hugs her right and tells her that kiri is safe, repeating it over and over

₊˚.༄ what a guy!

₊˚.༄ oh yeah, and then the tulkuns return later — that's also been written!

₊˚.༄ unfortunately, the happiness doesn't last long, for lo’ak is soon not only reprimanded, but in deep shut because of his connection to the outcast tulkun, payakan.

₊˚.༄ then comes the killings of the tulkun, an event that can only be traced back to the humans

₊˚.༄ the humans. the humans that drove them out of their home, the humans that hurt her siblings, the humans that have wrecked her life.

₊˚.༄ for once, even as jake and neteyam attempt to convince the metkayina that fighting is not the answer, [y/n] feels like insurmountable urge to stand with the na’vi of awa’atlu

₊˚.༄ she feels the urge to stand beside fali

₊˚.༄ but, that doesn't mean she can ignore her trouble-seeking brothers and sisters, and neither can fali

₊˚.༄ for soon, the two of them are jumping in ilus and speeding after lo’ak and the rest of the kids

₊˚.༄ they were going to warn payakan

₊˚.༄ when they found out that he’d been tracked, both fali and [y/n] jumped to action and began yelling orders — if no one else would do it, then they had to keep the kids in order

₊˚.༄ when the humans attack them, [y/n] is taken alongside tuk, lo’ak, and tsireya

₊˚.༄ fali and neteyam are the ones who stick together, their main goal being to save their siblings

₊˚.༄ once they are saved, [y/n] splits with the boys ( not missing the chance to give fali one final kiss ) and joins tuk and tsireya

₊˚.༄ but, of course, she ends up captured again with her sisters — not without a fight, of course, but she’s not match for the weapons that they have

₊˚.༄ especially without a weapon of her own

₊˚.༄ she barely managed to shank quaritch’s thigh with a loose scrap of sharp metal before he grabbed by the hair, gun pointed straight at her forehead

₊˚.༄ she clasped his wrist, trying to get him off of her, but it was no use. he kicked her arms down with a swift movement, a sharp pain shooting up her arm

as she sat there, the only escape being the barrel of the gun against her head, she stared straight into the avatar’s eyes. “do it,” she hissed, summoning the language her father had taught them through their childhood. “shoot me. kill me.” and then she paused, her lip lifting in a nightmareish grin. “i dare you.”

₊˚.༄ while he did contemplate it, quaritch merely moved his gun quickly and carefully, knocking her right in the head

₊˚.༄ she collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

₊˚.༄ she looked so much like her mother — everything about that girl was chilling to quaritch.

₊˚.༄ it was later, when the sully parents arrived that she finally awoke to a thick bicep wrapped around her throat

₊˚.༄ she thrashed, panic ensuing, but she was stuck in quaritch’s grip — kiri was besides her, but he had a knife against her throat

₊˚.༄ across from them, jake stood with neytiri, both protecting poor little tuk

₊˚.༄ it was almost as if [y/n] was trying to decipher whether or not she was dreaming — everything felt clouded in a way

₊˚.༄ she nearly couldn't follow as neytiri grabbed spider, held his to her chest, and threatened quaritch with the confusing words, “one of ours for one of yours.”

₊˚.༄ she hasn't really woken up from delirious state, not even after she was thrown to the side by the rocking ship, the strong current pulling her under the surface

₊˚.༄ [y/n] was dragged alone to the bowels of the ship

₊˚.༄ she was alone, and she suddenly realized that she has to be dangerously independent — she has to channel the person she used to be, the person she was before fali

₊˚.༄ every stroke she took was painful, every deep breath causing her to flinch

₊˚.༄ the salt water stung in each wound, sobs echoing in the tight space 

₊˚.༄ but, she didn't stop

₊˚.༄ she couldn't stop.

₊˚.༄ and then finally, finally after risking death multiple times, she reached the surface and spotted the sullys hanging onto the fin of payakan ( all of them, even neteyam )

₊˚.༄ it was there, after a family hug and sobs of relief, that she finds out that fali — her fali — had taken a shot in order to save neteyam

₊˚.༄ again, read about this! ( yes, he is alive )

₊˚.༄ but… honestly yeah i guess that takes us to the end of the movie. neteyam is alive! fali is alive! everyone is okay!

summary: [y/n] has always been an angry girl. why wouldn't she be ready to fight any avatar that puts their hands in her siblings?

sully family x sully!reader

a/n: i just did this one for fun because i wanted one where she's an absolute boss and a half. love her !! remember , reqs are open and waiting. i probably won't write anymore fali x [y/n] stuff unless i get specific reqs because they're really difficult to write without direct inspo and ideas. once again , motivation is really important to keep me writing , so please comment feedback + reblog !! i would seriously appreciate it. ( also , for some odd reason my two most recent works have barely gotten any interaction -- idk if that's just bc tumblr is being a problem , or if it's because fali has lost his magic touch ( which if so , i completely get it ) , but if you guys could help me out to try and figure out what's going on ?? )

warnings: violence, guns, fighting, weapons, death, killing

tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @23victoria @nyotamalfoy @gcldtom @eywas-heir @historygeekqueen @missroro @sweetheart-bo

angry spirit

nobody quite understood the rage that naturally flowed through the veins of the women in the sully family. nobody quite understood the urge to protect that seemed to be carried between each and every one of the children that jake and neytiri shared and adored together. nobody quite understood… not until they experienced it themselves.

and trust me, plenty of people have experienced it, humans and na’vi alike. even from a young age, there were times where one of the kids were ( one-hundred and ten percent ) willing to fight another kid if it meant they would stop picking on their siblings.

luckily — of perhaps unluckily, depending on the perspective — that shared agreement only seemed to get stronger with age. as the relationships between each kid developed, as more seemed to join the family in general, there was a camaraderie between the five sully kids. even tuk, just a tiny thing herself, was well aware of her willingness to risk her own life if it meant she could save her sisters and brothers.

that being said, there was absolutely no way any of her older siblings would ever let that slide, but it was a sweet sentiment on its own.

even though this habitual response seemed to run through every sully’s blood, it was strongest in the eldest girl.

being neteyam’s twin — younger by just a few minutes — allowed for [y/n] to balance him out. while he had the expectations of future olo’eyktan on his shoulders from the moment he graced pandora with his birth, [y/n] was a freer spirit.

she was also a much more angry spirit.

not that she held fury against every person she interacted with, but [y/n] wasn’t scared of disliking anyone. she also wasn’t scared of letting them know that she didn’t like them; a blessing and a curse, the sully family often called it.

but it stemmed further than that. it ran stronger than that.

from a young age, jake taught his oldest daughter how to channel her anger much healthier. what did jake sully consider a healthy outlet? well, fighting, of course.

so, the sully child that’d been this close to fighting another kid in lo’ak’s honor? yeah, that was [y/n].

not to mention her iknimaya — the rite of passage that quite possibly boosted this girl’s ego far too high. she deserved it, though. not many young na’vis could complete the event in such little time, especially against the pain that her ikran was.

he was a bitter fellow, similar to his spirit sister. angry at the world for every little thing and always ready for a fight. they truly were connected in every possible way.

but, her iknimaya was physical evidence that fighting fire with fire never worked. the truth was that one flame had to overcome the other — one flame had to envelop the other. it was just a matter of which flame was stronger.

[y/n] knew from the moment she locked eyes and that joyful, adrenaline-filled grin blessed her face that she would win.

thank eywa she believed in herself, because neytiri and jake nearly lost all of their faith at the sight of the monster that towered over the young girl.

another notable moment — or perhaps a series of moments — of her oh-so optimistic and joyful personality was prompted by her very own father. if there was one thing that the oldest daughter was confident in, it was her father’s love. she knew that he loved her — loved all of them — and that made it extremely easy for her to argue with him on any topic she disagreed with.

as annoying as it happened to be to jake, neytiri loved that she was raising a strong woman. it often reminded her of herself at a young age.

but, every single one of those stories were child’s play compared to the raw anger that surged through her body when her and her siblings’ lives were held under knife and gunpoint.

[y/n], the original rebel and inspiration for lo’ak’s ‘admirable’ choices, was happy to join the crew on their adventure through the jungle. with lo’ak grounded from flying due to his choices just the other night, he’d practically begged his older sister to join them.

they were partners in crime, afterall.

once neteyam decided to become all responsible and stuff ( not that [y/n] blamed him… but it was disappointing ), [y/n] and lo’ak seemed to have magnetized toward each other, although that might be a sign to turn the other way and run as fast and as far as you can.

either way, [y/n] found herself exploring the similar jungle scene alongside all of her siblings minus neteyam and with the additional presence of spider.

as soon as the familiar scene turned not-so familiar, it seemed that [y/n] had a feeling. a feeling that something was wrong, that something else was creeping. she should have listened to her gut.

and that same thought resurfaced as soon as the stomach-dropping view of the avatars overcame her view from the bushes.

it was only once said avatars put their hands on her baby siblings that the familiar settled, bubbling beneath her thick layers of skin. it was only when [y/n] fell into an eerie silence and state of pure calm that every other sully sibling felt their own fear.

even as tuk squirmed and cried against the bruising grip of the avatar’s, even as kiri cried out at the sharp knife edge against her throat, even as spider fought his restraints, even as lo’ak stared into the terrifying eyes of the same man that had nearly killed his father…

[y/n] stayed perfectly compliant. stuck on her knees, queue throbbing at the feeling of her opponent tugging it, [y/n] merely stared straight at quaritch. silently, her urge to fight was building, and everybody that knew her was perfectly aware. and ready.

she ran her tongue smoothly against her fangs, eyes narrowed straight at the man that threatened the lives of her siblings.

a solid thirty minutes had already passed, eclipse coming quicker than [y/n] would’ve preferred. she just had to hope that, without being used to their forest and bodies, the avatar’s didn’t have the same keen night vision as she did.

“you okay there, kid?” the avatar teased, attempting to startle her with his threatening voice. he tugged her braid, nearly drawing a hiss from deep within her rib cage, but she held it back. he seemed to be bothered with the fact that her eyes hadn’t once left the body of their colonel.

but, for once, she drifted her gaze to meet her perpetrator and summoned english for his benefit. “ask again in a few minutes.”

and, almost as if [y/n] could feel the presence of her parents, a familiar bird call echoed through the nighttime breeze. her ears pressed back against her head in shock before she quickly recovered and flashed an innocent smile to the avatar.

he merely grunted, pulling her braid one last time for good measure, and looked back up at quaritch.

now, she just had to be patient. she could do that. well, as long as she got what she wanted in the end, and that was a good fight. she deserved it after letting the chains rub back and forth against her wrists, eating at her skin through the friction.

that being said, as soon as her mother’s signal became clear, she straightened up and locked eyes with lo’ak. a discreet nod was enough between them. grab tuk and go. she knew kiri and spider would handle themselves.

plus, the extra connection between spider and quaritch was just another layer of protection for her baby sister. perhaps it was a terrible way of thinking, but [y/n] wouldn’t dwindle too much on it. the urge to survive had its faults, afterall.

and finally, once neytiri’s arrow soared through the air, it was go time.

while lo’ak and tuk bit the arms of their restraining avatars, lo’ak also doubling duty and releasing whatever gas canisters had been accessible on the guy’s belt, kiri and spider were lucky enough to be given a chance to run as soon as the avatars lifted their guns.

[y/n] liked to do it the hard way, though.

she swung her legs in a swift motion, wrapping them around the avatar’s. she weighed his bottom half, keeping him from being able to move far, and in a split second, neytiri’s arrow was embedded in his chest.

[y/n] let go, scrambling to her feet and up the nearest tree, finding a moment of solace nested in the upper branches. she could see everything, and they couldn’t see her — she was a master of disguise and hiding, if anything.

and then, it seemed the world went a few clicks quieter, gunfire calming down just a tad. one scan of the scene, and [y/n] knew it was because they’d lost sight of her siblings.

“the kids are gone.” a voice crackled through the walkie strapped to a dead avatar’s chest at the base of the tree, the small noise quiet against the chaotic scene. [y/n] was merely lucky she was in little enough of a proximity to even catch the words.

“what do you mean gone?” quaritch. she could tell from his stingy accent and infuriating pronunciation of vowels.

a beat of quiet against more raining gunfire. “the boy and youngest girl ran off. tarzan and the other girl split to the opposite direction.”

“which other girl?” [y/n] felt a familiar smile on her face.

“what do you mean —”

quaritch was angry, and [y/n] couldn’t help but find pure enjoyment from the scene. little did he know that the young na’vi girl could now see him from her spot in the tree, eyes narrowed on the colonel hunched behind a fallen log.

“there are two girls. one of ‘em quiet and useless, the other looks like her devil of a mother.” the same mother that managed to kill him the first time.

[y/n]’s eyes focused on the demon in na’vi skin, watching his face contort at the familiar arrow pierced in the wood beside him. it was almost as if he’d conjured her very own “devil of a mother” into existence. “seems that very mother might be in attendance this fine evening.”

[y/n] scrunched her nose in disgust, her skin crawling at his words. she really could not stand him. but, her attention was quickly pulled back to reality when he dropped the walkie and called into the open air, all while reloading his gun, “that you, mrs. sully? i recognize your calling card.”

instantly, [y/n]’s head whipped around, locating the exact tree in which her mother hid behind. unfortunately, [y/n] was a few feet away and at the worst possible angle to help.

“why don’t you come on out, mrs. sully?” quaritch continued, and [y/n]’s eyes followed a different avatar that began to creep past the colonel. “you’n i, we got some… unfinished business.”

“demon!” neytiri’s voice caused panic to spike in the young na’vi’s heart, blood pumping with adrenaline. “i will kill you as many times as i have to.”

it was only when [y/n] looked back at quaritch that she noticed the other avatar was missing. a million different curse words rattled deep within her brain, eyes widening in fear.

meanwhile, quaritch would not be distracted from his tangent. “i guess you an’ the corporal have been pretty… busy, haven’t ya? got yourself a whole litter of… half-breeds.”

what could she do?

as quickly and as silently as she could, [y/n] scrambled through the wet tree branches, cursing herself every time her feet lost grip. nerves added up with rain never helped.

at the very last second, [y/n] reached a spot in which she could just barely see her mom. well, her mom, and the avatar that had a gun aimed right at her. just as [y/n] opened her mouth and prepared to scream a distraction, an arrow flew right through the avatar’s body.

gunfire followed almost immediately after, and her dangerous balance finally lost way, causing the girl to topple from her position and into the muddy ground below.

[y/n] was quick to stand up — she had to be — but the scene was not a pretty sight to behold.

she was surrounded. surrounded by three different avatars, each with their own weapon that could quite easily hurt her, if not kill her on the spot. she just prayed that, if they did manage to get to her, she could make them scream first.

[y/n] knew she would. it was always just a matter of mentality, right?

and so, as if the clock slowed down just for her, [y/n]’s eyes flashed around her and gauged every detail possible. the machine gun, loaded and prepared ( although she had noticed that it was already halfway empty ), in the hands of the avatar to her right, the two knives ready in the hands of the avatar to her left, and the last avatar just in front of her. nothing but his fists.

a smile surfaced.

she could deal with that.

and then, before the rest of her body returned to the consciousness of time, her feet began to move. [y/n] lifted her arms so she could see her wrists — still wrapped in chains — and she leapt upwards.

her long legs gave her a higher jump, bringing her and her hands to the perfect height to wrap her chains around the weaponless avatar’s neck. she swung herself around, legs hooking his torso as she tugged with every bit of strength she could muster.

at the chaotic sounds around her, [y/n] knew that bullets were being fired now. lucky for her, she had her very own personal shield, but that meant the tree she was choking was about to go timber.

once she felt the warm splatters of his blood against her stomach, she knew she only had a matter of time before getting squished under a dead man’s weight. [y/n] shifted her weight, unhooking her legs and placing her feet on his hips very carefully.

[y/n] kept her ears aware at all times as she leapt up and off of the now dead avatar, pushing him onto the ground with her jump. her ears moved vigilantly, picking up the sounds of the bullets just before they were shot so she could move just in time to avoid any casualties.

and then her favorite sound rang through the air. an empty cartridge.

at that, her infamous smirk surfaced as she locked eyes with the now useless avatar.

now, behind her, the third avatar with the knives thought she was being slick, creeping behind her with both weapons raised to stab her in the back.

luckily, [y/n] was far too aware and far too pissed to miss such an important detail.

just as the third avatar broke through stabbing distance, [y/n] whirled around and disarmed her in a quick movement. both knives flew into the air, and she swiftly grabbed each of them.

each blade found their own homes embedded in the chests of her enemies

and then, just like that, she’d won.

[y/n] huffed for air, three dead avatars laying around her feet. blood pooled, swirling in an overwhelming pool of maroon. and none of it was hers.

i miss my blue boy fali

and i miss when i still had motivation to write 😭😭

but i hear u... it's just tough when it isn't fun to write anymore, yk??

yes yes ik!!! didn’t mean that in a pushy way, more of a i love your character way of course. take your time ml 🤍

no ofc!!

i was just replying in a teasing way. i srsly appreciate ur love and support. and i do love writing!! i just can't seem to summon any inspo on behalf of avatar as of now.

would anyone at all be interested in a switcharoo of some fandoms?? i'm worried they won't gain as much traction but i suppose that's not necessarily what i should be concerned about LMAO

i love fali 💙🦋🐬🐳🫐🐋🌊🐟🦈🧵

ugh me too twin

i love the way you brought a character to life without anyone previously knowing anything about him like so many people love the writing that you make. people sit there and read the words that you wrote from your mind and get joy from it, likeee it’s so cliche so sorry if this sounds super dumb or wtv but it’s so cute i love your writing so much and fali obvs coz he’s my fav alien ✌🏼❤️

this is the sweetest thing ever omg -- thank you so much, it rlly means a lot and it honestly is totally insane that ppl just... read my stuff and it actually evokes real life emotion?? that's so wild

brb js reading every singe fic on ur page 🥰

i love when readers do this 😘😘

hiiii so basically

i was thinking about fali

and then thinking about how you said your struggling with motivation

but if there’s any way i can help with motivation lmk!! ill try my best 🤷‍♀️

anyways love u pooks!! (and fali ofc) 🫶

-🌺

hiii!! i have no idea how long ago this was sent in bc my life has been hella busy so i haven't really checked up, but..

it's not necessarily motivation to write rather than motivation to write for avatar. i haven't watched the movie in a hot minute, and i move on pretty quickly from my phases of obsession...

i'll keep trying to cultivate ideas for you, but i'm more scared that if i do manage to create something, it's gonna be disappointing compared to my writing from way back

crazy moment

b/c i just realized it's been over a year since i wrote this wtf

the time flew by omg 🥲🥲

sully siblings x sister!reader

summary: [y/n] is back at it again, bringing her siblings entertainment... except this time, she has a little bit more planned.

([I/N] means Ikran's name)

You'll Have to Catch Me First

[Y/N] held the beautiful face of her ikran in her hands. Her fingers felt along the scales, the texture bringing a sense of familiarity and happiness, almost like it was a reminder that this creature — this beast — was so much more than she appeared.

“Okay, [I/N], you remember the drill,” she began, her voice hushed as the two pressed their foreheads together. [Y/N] could only snort as she felt a vibration rumble through her ikran’s body, a deep hum that reminded her, ‘Yes. We have been over it a solid eight-hundred times.’

“Alright, alright,” [Y/N] huffed in mock annoyance. “Whatever you do, though, please do not let me freefall to my death. That is extremely embarrassing.”

But, before [I/N] could respond in her signature exasperated manner, a rustle of leaves made both creatures look up. [Y/N] stared at the shaking leaves of the large tree that they were sitting underneath.

In preparation for what she had been initially planning for, [Y/N] rose from her squatting position, her stance wide and ready to run as soon as she caught a glimpse of her siblings’ familiar faces.

The leaves rustled some more, this time with voices attached to the movements.

“Who decided Lo’ak was in charge?” A familiar deep voice asked, his tone exhausted if not from walking, then from the constant talking from his younger siblings.

“Uh, I am not in charge. Tuk is!”

Tuk’s giggle emerged from behind the leafy entrance, happiness omitting from the soft yet rapid pads of her small feet.

“Even better.” [Y/N] could hear Kiri comment, already imagining the roll of her eyes.

With that, [Y/N]’s four siblings cleared the leaves from their path, allowing themselves entrance into the sunlit section of the forest that [Y/N] had claimed.

“Ah hah!” Tuk declared, raising her index finger in an accusation before she turned around to catch the eyes of her older siblings. After receiving the prideful glances that she initially searched for, Tuk turned back to look at [Y/N]. “We are here to… we are here to… to… Lo’ak what am I supposed to say?”

The older boy chuckled, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Oh! Yeah.” Tuk nodded, almost as if affirming her message before relaying it. “We are here to arrest you!”

[Y/N] gasped, her hand pressed to her chest in order to entertain the fantasies of her younger sister. “Arrest? Me?” Tuk nodded, her smile smug. “Oh, dear. Well, I am afraid, Officer Tuk…” she paused, taking a breath to lengthen the silly moment. “I am afraid that you’ll have to catch me first!”

With that, [Y/N] spun on her heel, smiling to herself as she noticed that [I/N] had already flown away. She began with silly, stumbling steps, almost as if she was trying to remember how her legs worked. Luckily enough, she was a quick learner.

It didn’t take long for her to begin lengthening her legs, quickening her steps and her pace. [Y/N] was fortunate enough to catch her siblings off-guard, allowing her extra time to run as Neteyam threw Tuk on his shoulders before they could start pursuing their sister.

Part of this scene, [Y/N] running with a smile stuck on her lips, was absolutely and utterly beautiful. The scenery was gorgeous, as it was all over Pandora, but there always seemed to be a new-found appreciation for it when all [Y/N] could feel was the dirt beneath her toes, the leaves brushing her arms, the breeze blowing back her hair, and the sunlight beaming down on her face. She loved every moment of it.

She laughed joyously as she ran, the sounds of her entertained siblings gracing her ears as they yelled out playful insults and comments as if they could slow her down with words. [Y/N] jumped over roots, ran through a stream, ducked under branches, and didn’t fall once (that’s a new record!)

Well, that is, until she reached the cliff. Of course, that had been her goal since the very beginning. Reach the cliff. As her feet left the softness of mulch and dirt, she began to track muddy footprints on the rough surface of the rocky edge. Once she felt the change in texture, the change in give, she began to calculate. How many steps until the end?

One.

She felt the presence of her siblings catch up to her, their huffs of breath and screams of excitement becoming louder by the second.

Two.

She swore she could see her parents, Neytiri and Jake, in the camp across the way. She did not miss the combined look of curiosity, concern, and possible anger start to make its way onto their faces as they watched her run closer and closer to the edge.

Three.

She wasn’t gonna make it. She needed to make her strides longer, legs stretch even farther than they had been before.

Four.

Oh, shit. What if she didn’t make it? Or worse, what if everything didn’t actually work out?

Five.

Well, it’s too late now. Here comes the moment of truth!

[Y/N] felt her legs launch her off of the rocky cliff into a free-fall. She pressed her eyelids together, her mouth closed, and fists tight. It felt like a billion years and like two seconds all at the same time, all until she felt her body jolt against the surface of [I/N].

Like a habitual response, [Y/N] grabbed her queue and made the bond, distributing and balancing her weight across her body as she stood up on her feet, stuck in a crouched position.

[Y/N] couldn’t help but let out a howl of joy. It worked! It actually worked! And she got to show her parents her capabilities — unfortunately, she was well aware that it would come with future punishment for being reckless, but at least she knew there would be a small amount of pride hidden beneath their stares.

The girl laughed madly, stuck in an adrenaline high of the moment as she soared up, turning right past the cliff where her sibling stood, stuck in awe.

“How ‘bout that,” she teased pridefully, a smile etched on her lips. But, of course, as siblings tend to do, the moment is ruined quicker than it started.

Tuk huffed, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “That’s cheating.”

Heyyy!!! Okay, so this is my first time writing + publishing on tumblr, and to say that I am a tad confused and nervous would be an understatement. It's not at all my best work, given it was written in forty-five minutes, but it was fun and I had to do something else with my life night rather than do homework or study for midterms.

I'm honestly not entirely sure how this whole thing works, but I would love to keep writing for the fun of it. I don't know how requests work (like at all), but I seriously appreciate them as inspiration to keep me writing.

But, anyway, all that is to say: thank you for reading!! I hope you stick around (and I hope I keep writing on here!!)

I just saw a video of jake hair omfg he needs to take those OUTT his old hair was better 😭😭

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𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

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𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

Doing this bc why not?

Favorite characters as my favorite songs!

𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑙 (𝐶𝑜𝑤𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝐵𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑝) - 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛' (𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑦𝑑𝑒)

𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜 (𝑀𝐻𝐴) - 𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝐴𝑇𝐶𝑄)

𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝐵𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑢 (𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒) - 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 (𝐺𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟. 𝐹𝑡: 𝑇𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙)

𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛 (𝑀𝐶𝑈/𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖) - 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 (𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜) (𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑙 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑂𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠)

𝐸𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 (𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠) - 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 (𝑅𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡) (𝐾𝑅𝑆-𝑂𝑛𝑒) 𝑂𝑅 𝑌𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑎 (𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑦𝑑𝑒)

𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 (𝐴𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟) - 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 (𝐶𝑦𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐻𝑖𝑙𝑙)

𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑂'ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎 (𝐴𝑇𝑆𝑉) - 𝑂𝑓𝑓 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 (𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙) - (𝐴𝑙 𝐵. 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑒!)

𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑭𝒀 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑰𝑶

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

MY MIGHT WARRIOR. [discontinued]

pairings. neteyam x metkayina fem

summary. when the sully's seek refuge on the island of awa'atlu, they're gladly accepted. of course along the way, neteyam can't help himself but be caught up in your presence on the first day he set foot on the metkayinan sand, a kind and gentle metkayina na'vi you are. in saying so, ao'nung, your best friend, doesn't mind tearing you away when he thinks you both get too close for his liking.

warnings. death, blood, violence, swearing. if uncomfortable, please click off this story.

Part 1

Part 2

My Might Warrior [1]

avatar masterlist | series masterlist

pairing: neteyam x reader

summary: when the sully's find their way on the island of awa'atlu, they find themselves begging for refuge. your curiosity levels are filled to the brim when you find out that new na'vi were going to be staying in the same place as you. while doing so, ao'nung, your best friend, can't help but tear you away from the newcomers as he observes the way a foreigner's stare on you is a bit too long for his liking.

warnings: a bit of swearing, nothing else :).

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a long horn sound rang throughout the village, causing you to look up from the watery surface you were previously engulfed in. you watched as two or three flying banshees landed on the ground of your sandy village. observing how darker-skinned na'vi were surrounded by your people, making you quickly swim over to the growing crowd.

finally reaching your destination, you saw a tall, dark blue skinned na'vi, only to be slightly pushed back. once again, your curious figure ran behind someone else, trying to make yourself see better with the use of standing on your tippy toes. being shoved forcefully to the side again by a villager. "hey!" you whisper-shouted.

groaning silently, you stood there for a few seconds, waiting for at least some metkayinan na'vi to move. you eavesdropped on the ongoing conversation, only understanding that they needed refuge.

"these children... are not even true na'vi!" you heard your tsahik shout. the familiar voice made your ears perk up, her words causing you to finally squeeze through the crowd, stopping in front of an unfamiliar figure in front of you.

he had beaded braids that stopped past his shoulders. lighter striped patterns running down his back and arms. his body was toned well, he definitely works out, you thought.

to you, he had a pretty side profile with a cute smile. only being able to see him smile when he looked over at tsireya's way - your closest friend - was a few inches beside you. also, who didn't notice you beside her.

"my children! ao'nung and tsireya will show you around, as well as teach your own kids our metkayina way." you heard your olo'eyktan announce.

"what? but-" watching ao'nung - a skxawng of a friend you frequently hung out with - as he was about to reject his father's idea.

"it is decided." tonowari declared, ao'nung's pleas were found useless, so you couldn't help but giggle. unbeknownst to the dark blue skinned na'vi who looked your way, finding your little laugh the sweetest thing. his stare on you was a little bit too long, well that was what ao'nung thought when he looked his way. scoffing, he walked over to you, grabbing by your arm, walking away after placing an arm around your shoulder. making sure the one foreigner that he titled as freak was able to see him do so.

neteyam sully. that was his name. you learnt it from tsireya, who was beside you as she weaved her little gift basket. "they are all nice, but i do not think their mother is very fond of us. i tried my best to get along with her. she nearly hissed at me." tsireya pouted.

"well," you tried your best understanding from the grown woman's point of view, placing a comforting hand on your best friend's shoulder, "i too, wouldn't like it if i were to move away from our village. our home. it will take her time, tsireya." you smiled cheerfully at her. her smiling the same way.

"it seems i have already left myself with a bad impression with neytiri sully, she may like you." she opinionated.

"if you think you have, tsireya, then try again by talking to her. again, it will take her some time-" your voiced thought was rudely interrupted by another one of your close friends, who made their way into your marui pod.

"no point of trying again with those freaks. they have already taken space in our village, that should be enough." ao'nung spoke with venom in his tone.

"nung, do not be like that, please. understand from their side, it's already hard on them that they have left their home." you explained slowly.

with a sigh leaving ao'nung's mouth, "i am just saying, they are freaks. if they do not love the idea of living here, they can leave for all i care."

your pod was finally silent, and you smiled softly at ao'nung. moving from your previous spot, sitting next to him, placing your fingers into his and intertwining them. "you may learn to love them. who knows?" you joked with a soft voice. your sanguine attitude always left ao'nung slightly less angered, his demeanour changing instantly. whatever magic you had on tsireya's brother, she wished you were around all the time when ao'nung had his bitchy moments.

tsireya side eyed ao'nung when he turned his head. a darker shade, completely taking over his face. this made his sister silently giggle.

"yeah," he said with a cough, "maybe."

you were a quiet metkayina girl. not the shy type of quiet, more of the reserved and quiet type. you were only louder barely around your three close friends: tsireya, ao'nung, and rotxo. you still kept your soft voice when you were around them. you were understanding, patient, calm, and collected. kind and gentle at heart. a skilled healer as well. but when it came to hunting. eywa, how your duality switched. you were fast-paced when killing, observant on your prey, hunger was all the other hunters saw in your eyes. after all the gorey kills you collect, a blush always made a way on your face when you were praised for your efforts. to ao'nung, you were confusing. but a good type of confusing, in a way? even after being childhood friends, he always yearned to learn more about you.

"just promise that you will be nice to them, please? for me and tsireya, at least." begging, your hand leaving his as you put your hands together.

ao'nung was close to declining your promise until the last part. not so much on the 'tsireya part', more on you. if his sister asked him to stop bothering the sully kids, he would've gone to do the opposite just to piss her off even more. but coming from you, he'd dropped everything and obeyed your every word.

"okay, fine." he rolled his eyes. you smiled at him, pulling him in by his necklace. you engulfed him into a bone-crushing hug. ao'nung couldn't care if you were able to break his whole body, as long as you were the cause.

The Lie of Providence - Chapter 2 - Memories Glazed in Sunlight

word count: 1906

Pairing: Recom Miles Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi Reader Tags/Warnings: family bonding Author's Note: Slightly longer chapter! Posts still not showing up in tags TwT Oh well, I'll still keep posting in the hopes it fixes itself! Just a reminder this is in fact a slow burn, so I would like to do a bit of world building. Help establish your place amongst the family and clan.

"blue text" is spoken Na'vi. 'Italics' are inner thoughts.

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It is when you reach the age of 12 that you decide these dreams are Eywa’s doing. They visit you in an unpredictable frequency. Whether he is a memory of a man long since passed, or a figment of your imagination given life through dreamscape; you are unsure, but don’t think too much of it. After all they are merely dreams, they cannot hurt you, right?

The man doesn’t say much. More often than not you two didn’t interact at all. If he sees you, he simply huffs in annoyance and ignores you. As such you simply observed him from a distance, hidden behind something or rather, as he performed whatever bizarre Human ritual he felt necessary.

Sometimes you go months without seeing him. But it’s happened often enough now you find your mind drifts to him.

You’re at the Tree of Souls with your grandmother, Mo’at, repeating after her as she leads you through a prayer to Eywa, when a thought suddenly hits you; ‘what if he was a human soul, and the Great Mother claimed him as her own?’ You stop in wonder at the thought. Would such a thing even be possible? Even after everything that they’ve done to your clan, would she still find place for them in Her Embrace? Maybe. There were plenty of Sky People who were good. They respected the All-Mother and all her children.

Spider was one of them – the strange boy that he is. You don’t know of any other human children on Pandora, and you think he must be the first to be born here. He’s only 7, the same age as your younger brother Lo’ak and sister Kiri, but by Eywa is he just as rambunctious. You love seeing him play with them and Neteyam too. Tuk is a bit too young, still a baby that one. But you have no doubt in your mind she’ll enjoy his company just as much.

Out of all your siblings though, you’re sure he’s closest to you. As the eldest, you naturally fell into the role of protector. And as far as you’re concerned, he’s just another part of the family, another little brother to watch over and love.

“[Y/N]?”

Your thoughts are interrupted by your grandmother calling your name. You realise you had stopped praying as your mind started to wonder.

“Yes, grandmother?”

“Tell me child, what is on your mind? You are distracted.” She asks you as she brushes some hair from your face. You smile at the gesture.

“Nothing is the matter, sorry grandmother. I was just thinking of my brothers and sisters.” She hums thoughtfully and pulls her hand back.

“You may go to them then. There will be plenty of time to give thanks to the All-Mother. But your brothers and sister won’t always be so young. Go and enjoy them.” You grin at the declaration and hug her quickly before immediately sprinting to find your little band of siblings. She smiles at the sight of you running carefree through the forest.

You have a pretty good idea where you might find them. There are a few rivers nearby that you all love splashing in. Sometimes Father will join, chasing all of you through the shallows and splashing all of you wildly. You love that game.

You make your way to the first river but do not see your siblings. You do find a few adults fishing though. You recognise one of them as Saeyla, a great warrior and friend to both your parents.

“Ah! Young [Y/N]! What brings you here? Here to help us fish, are you?” She beams a wild smile at you. You see a young initiate beside her. She must be showing him the best places to fish, and when to appropriately use a bow or spear.

“Hello Saeyla! No not right now. I’m looking for my brothers and sisters, have you seen them?” She nods and points to her left. You thank her and run off in that direction, bidding goodbye to everyone.

Once you’re out of earshot the young man chuffs to himself and mumbles,

“She still looks like a freak even after all this time.” Saeyla flicks him right in the forehead.

“Watch your tongue! In case you have forgotten, that is Toruk Makto’s daughter. Our Olo'eyktan’s daughter. Show some respect. It is by Eywa’s will that she is here. Or are you going to question the wisdom of our Great Mother?” She fixes him with a stare, challenging him. He stiffens at her look.

“Sorry Saeyla. I—I didn’t mean—” He stumbles to find the right words but she waves him off with a click of her tongue.

“Let us continue and pretend you said nothing.” He nods at her words.

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Your siblings are exactly where Saeyla said they’d be. All happily splashing in the water; not a care in the world. You smile and sit on a nearby tree root, a bit out of their line of sight. Content to simply watch them. You’re happy to see little Spider here too. You giggle to yourself as you watch him playfully dive atop the pile of Kiri and Lo’ak, Neteyam off to the side pulling on someone’s tail.

As you watch them, you admire the gold of Spider’s locks, not too dissimilar to your own. The play with the threaded gold of your hair idly between fingers, reminiscing on the firs time you had met the boy.

You had begged and pleaded with Father to teach you the language of the Sky People. Reluctant at first, he figured it would probably be in your best interest to learn it in the end, considering there were plenty of Humans and Avatars left behind on Pandora. And to be fair not everyone had learnt the Na’vi language. He figures you being at the young age of 8, it’s probably easier for their language to make a lasting impression than adults learning Na’vi.

He relents and takes you to see Norm, though bi-lingual now himself, he’s not entirely sure how to go about actually teaching you the language. Figured Norm, the science-head that he is, would have an easier time. You like Uncle Norm anyway. He tells you lost of fascinating stories about Sky People and the planet they came from. Especially when Father is reluctant to share. You also find it very funny when he switches to his Sky People body; he’s so short compared to when he’s a Dreamwalker.

So there you are, at Hell’s Gate with your Father. Mother stayed behind in the forest, content to watch over Neteyam, Lo’ak and Kiri.

Father and Uncle Norm are discussing something, you’re not paying attention to their words. Instead you busy yourself looking at the pretty pictures in a book on a desk nearby. You pay no mind to the idle sounds of the other scientists nearby as the work.

However, your attention is suddenly pulled by the pitter patter sound of hastily running feet and someone yelling “Spider get back here!”

Before you can turn around, something solid collides with your legs, causing you to drop the book as you fall to the floor, the solid thing landing on your legs.

“[Y/N]!” Your father is immediately by your side, gently picking you up as he puts you back on your feet carefully.

“I’m okay Dad,” you assure him. Didn’t even hurt. You look over and find Uncle Norm similarly lifting up someone. The someone that collided with you. It’s a child. A Human child.

“Spider you gotta be careful, you can’t just run into people like that. Now say sorry to [Y/N].” Uncle Norm chastises the child, Spider.

“Sowwy, I ram into yoo.” He says, his pronunciation a little off, but you understood him.

“Oh, I guess this is the first time the two of you have ever seen each other. [Y/N], this is Spider. Spider, this is [Y/N]. She’s my daughter. Say hello, [Y/N].” It is your Father that does the introductions.

“Hello! My name is [Y/N]! It’s nice to meet you Spider!” You beam at him. You didn’t expect him to speak Na’vi. Uncle Norm must be teaching him. You think hard and remember the Sky People greeting Uncle Norm showed you. Ah, right! A handshake! You stick out your hand confidently.

Spider looks at your hand as if unsure what to do. He looks back up to your face with a slight tilt to his head, a questioning look adorns his cute little face.

You giggle at his expression. Instead, you gesture with the traditional Oel ngati kameie hand motion. Spider smiles and copies you, even if the way he swings his arm is a bit off. You admire his hair. It is wild and golden like yours, though yours is a tad lighter.

“I like your hair.”

“Fanks. I like yor eyes. They pretty like strawberries.” You’re not sure what that last thing is. But that sounded like a nice thing so you say thank you.

It is from this tiny interaction that Spider becomes enraptured by you and your family. He’s seen Norm’s avatar, and the ones that walk around Hell’s Gate. But you? You and your father are different. You live in the Forest. And Spider LOVES the forest. He wishes Norm would let him run around outside and explore. “Maybe when you’re older,” he kept telling him.

And so begins months of learning the Sky People language from Uncle Norm and Father, while Spider is taught Na’vi by the two older males in tandem. Every chance you get, the two of you practice with each other. You speak English to him, and he Na’vi to you. It is a fun game.

It’s been about 4 years since then, now you’re both reasonably fluent in either language. Spider though seems much more content to speak Na’vi and that’s fine by you. Your siblings were eventually also taught the Sky People’s language to make communication between Humans, Dreamwalkers and Clan easier.

You continue to quietly watch your siblings play. And yes, you definitely consider Spider a younger brother. You don’t care that he is Human. Why should that matter? After all, your Dad used to be human. And even now, you understand that his body is that of a Dreamwalker.

A gentle breeze carries the laughter of your siblings to you. Their song dances around you, and you close your eyes and smile at the feeling. You could almost feel the Great Mother in the shades of the trees; sheltering you from the harshness of direct sunlight. Though you enjoy the kiss of sunlight as it seeps through the gaps between leaves, leaving warm and soft patterns across your skin.

Deciding you’ve had enough of watching and want to play in the water too, you sit up from your tree spot and make your way over to everyone else.

Spider is the first to notice your approach; thought it surely isn’t hard to miss your alabaster form against the greens of the forest.

“[Y/N]!!!” He yells excitedly and rushes to meet you part way into the water. Everyone else yells your name in greeting and follow him.

“Hello everyone!” You greet back and are soon tackled to the ground by a horde of toddlers. You giggle at their antics. Soon you all resume what ever game it is they were playing, lots of splashes and lots of laughter.

You couldn’t be happier.

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What Do I Tell My Friends Family? Pt. 6

word count: 4003

Pairing: Recom! Miles! Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi! Reader Tags/Warnings: hurt, comfort, feels, lots of crying

Author's Note: Apologies in advance for any grammatical errors! Hope you enjoy this next installment :)))

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The weeks that followed could only be described as uncomfortable. Those of the clan gave you and Quaritch a wide berth. You did not miss their obvious sneers, nor the harsh whispers under their breath. Yet you cannot find it in yourself to fault them; such a reaction was more than understandable, perhaps even warranted.

The humans were far more courteous, even those with Avatars; but they too kept it to what was minimal etiquette. You noticed though, that they were far more cordial with the other recoms. You watched them converse with each other, animatedly talking about something or rather. It made you envious, a feeling you knew all too well.

Quaritch tells you not to worry; says it doesn’t bother him. But you wondered how much weight such words truly held. You’re thankful he and the recoms at least have each other, as bittersweet as it was. On the nights where you would eat dinner with your family, he and his squad ate together in one of their dwellings; the night filled with reminiscing of lives past and wishes for the future. Their revelry is downright infectious, and you often excuse yourself early to join them. It fills your heart with unbridled warmth to see Spider with them too. More often than not he would also join when it was just you and Quaritch alone.

At one point you had gathered all your siblings together, sitting them down and giving them a less graphic (for Tuk’s benefit) retelling of you and your mate’s meeting and eventual courtship. Your brothers, bless them, treated you no different, told you that they didn’t care and were happy for you. When you cornered them afterwards to speak privately, you wept and wept, thanks spilling from your lips over and over again.

They reiterated once more that they were just happy you came back alive and well. Regardless of the less-than-ideal circumstances surrounding your introduction to one another, and his sordid history, they were simply happy you had found your one true mate. Moreover, as far as they were concerned, if Eywa herself deemed it necessary to get this involved in your lives, then she must see something in him. If she could forgive him for his sins, then who were they to hold it against him? He paid his price in blood.

Sweet little Tuk; everything that had happened was perhaps a little too big for such a young mind, but you tried to explain yourself as best as you can to such a young one. She hummed in thought, called you and your mate weird, but if he made you happy like dad makes mum happy, then he must be okay. She was also the only one of your siblings that wanted to actually speak with Quaritch face to face.

You were reluctant, afraid of how mother might react. But little Tuk is rambunctious in nature. She barged in one night when you and Quaritch were having dinner with Spider. Hands on her hips she proclaimed with unwavering authority,

“If you wanna be in my family, then first you gotta apologize!” Her eyes were fixated on Quaritch, who stared back at her with shock all over his face. When he didn’t immediately say anything she elaborated further.

“That time…When you took my big sister…You and those scary people hurt us, and that wasn’t very nice…” She frowned at him, eyes glistening.

When you looked to your mate you saw the guilt in his eyes, how his ears flattened and tail wrapped around his waist. He got to his knees, tried to make himself as small possible in an attempt to be closer to her eye level. And he apologized. He apologized for scaring her, for hurting her. But most of all, he was so sorry he took you. He doesn’t give her any excuses; simply admits he did something wrong and was sorry.

She nods at him, but says nothing else; though you see the tightness of her expression loosen. Spider walks over to her and ruffles her hair which makes her giggle.

“Here kid, I got a little somethin’ for ya,” Quaritch says and reaches into his pants pocket. He pulls out a small wooden carving of a pa'li. He holds out the tiny figurine balanced in the palm of his hand. Tuk’s eyes widen and she grabs it with a loud thank you. She holds it up to her face, turning it around to admire it.

“You made this?” She asks, looking up at him expectantly.

“Yes. Your sister here helped me too. Made sure it looked right.” And it was true; you had spent many nights by his side, carefully instructing him on pa'li anatomy. You were surprised when he approached you and spoke of his intention to carve her the small figurine. He explained he felt inspired when you had offhandedly mentioned her fondness for the animal.

Tuk looks between him and figure a few times, then gives him one final once over before nodding her head.

“Hmm. I guess you can stay. [Y/N] likes you, so…And you’re Spider’s dad, and I like big brother Spider.” She smiles up at the aforementioned boy, who ruffles her hair once again affectionately.

“Okay bye I wanna show this to Lo’ak!” And with that she’s sprinted off before any of you can say anything more.

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It was disheartening to come to the realization that Kiri was avoiding you. She didn’t outright ignore you per say, but she was always too busy or had other pressing matters to attend to; never was she free to sit and talk to you.

You broke down crying one night, alone with Quaritch. Immediately you were pulled into his embrace. His strong arms held you tight as he whispered comforting words into your hair.

You hadn’t noticed Spider just outside. He had come with the intent to eat with you two as usual, but stopped himself when he heard your cries. He listened to the words you spoke, laden with heartache for your sister.

You didn’t hear him leave either.

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“You’ve gotta talk to her.” Spider finds Kiri inside watching her mother’s video logs.

“I’m sorry, what?” She turns to him alarmed.

“[Y/N]. You have to talk to her.” He pleads.

Kiri shakes her head at him and turns back to the video.

“I don’t have to do anything. Besides, what’s there to even talk about…” her voice travels off at the end, as if she was unsure of her own words.

“Are you being serious right now? Kiri…” He grabs her by the shoulders and turns her around to face him. She’s at his eye level from kneeling in front of the console.

“What do you want from me Spider? You know as well as I do what he’s done in the past. And she does too; but I guess that doesn’t matter anymore…”

“That’s not fair, Kiri—”

“You wanna know what’s NOT fair, Spider?! The fact that I have wake up every day knowing that the man who shot and killed my mother, is alive and well! And not only that, he’s mated to my sister!” There’s tears in her eyes as her voice rises; the frustration of it all bubbling over.

Spider can feel the anger radiating off of her, white hot and unravelling; a crescendo of emotion bottled up for who knows how long. The dam breaks and she sobs, fists clenched tight.

“So now, he gets to play house with my family, [Y/N] gets her Eywa-given mate, and you get your dad back! And what do I get? NOTHING!”

Spider flinches when she screams.

“What happened to ‘us orphans have to stick together’…? Am I going to lose you too…?” Spider’s eyes grow wide at her admission. Her fears laid out before him; she felt as though she was losing her family to Quaritch? Was she blind? He hates that she’s feeling like this, wishing he knew how to make it all go away. But at the same time, he can’t help but feel his own bout of anger and frustration.

“Kiri…You never were an orphan; not really…You know that, right?”

He looks at her with a serious expression. Her lips press into a thin line at his words.

“You had Jake and Neytiri. You literally call them mum and dad. Me? Who did I have? Yea Norm and the others raised me; but no one was really my parent…Norm was more like a big brother. And I’m not blind or stupid Kiri; your folks never considered me part of the family. Only you guys did…”

She knows all too well what her parents think of Spider. Mother was not as subtle as she thought she was. Father at least treated him well, but there was still this disconnection from Spider being human.

As they stared at one another, it became clear to both of them that there was perhaps a lot of hurt left yet to heal.

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Despite the passage of time, you have yet to properly speak with your mother. Words left unspoken causing a rift to form between you two. Small at first, you feel the cracks forming as it has been left to sit and fester. She treats you with the same love and care you have always known, but something has undoubtedly changed. It’s there, behind a lingering gaze, the hesitance of touch, the near imperceivable sharp intake of breath, but with no words that follow.

The tension at dinner time is thick, near palpable. Your brothers try their best to fill the awkward silence with pleasant conversation, driving it as far from the topic of your mate as possible. Kiri obviously says nothing, much to your disappointment. Mother smiles but it does not reach her eyes.

When you eventually muster up the courage to speak with Mo’at, you are surprised; you had expected her to be just as, if not more, against it all as mother. But she is pragmatic, understanding that this providence cannot be ignored. Her unique spiritual bond with Eywa allowed a deeper understanding into the intricacies of the Great Mother’s Will. Though she would not forgive him any time soon, she would at least accept his place among her family and her People; if this was Her Way, the so it must Be. She didn’t have to like it, but she did have to respect it.

You asked her how best to approach your own mother. She tells you that you must speak from the heart, but be open to the idea that Neytiri may never accept things as they are. She is not Tsahik and never will be. Though she has great love for Eywa, this hurt cuts far deeper than you may yet understand. She says that Neytiri perhaps needs to commune with her father’s spirit and seek out his guidance. Perhaps even from Eywa herself.

You nod and thank her for speaking with you. You turn to leave but she stops you with a hand on your shoulder. When you turn back around she pulls you into a warm hug. She tells you everything will be okay; Eywa has deigned it so. That she is sorry you have suffered such hardship, but she knows you are strong and capable, and will get through this one way or another.

You cry shamelessly into her embrace for a long while.

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When next to happen to find yourself alone in the company of your father, you fix him with a question that has been plaguing your mind.

“You know…I’m surprised you’re not as, angry, as mother is about all this.” You watch his face trying to gauge his reaction. His countenance is thoughtful though a scowl does form. He schools his expression quickly.

“Trust me kid; I am.” There is an underlying bitterness in his words that leaves you with an uncomfortable clench in your stomach.

“But…Eywa accepted me and forgave me for my part in the destruction of Home Tree and everything after that. She came to our aid when shit hit the fan, helping us drive back the RDA. She’s done a lot for me and our family. And if what Quaritch says is true, that our Avatar bodies only work because she allows them to? Then I got a helluva lot more to be grateful for. I wouldn’t have Neytiri, Mo’at, your siblings, the clan, or you for that matter.”

Your lips quiver with the strain to not cry. It becomes nigh impossible with the way father is smiling down at you. He places both hands on your shoulders.

“I took a lot from Pandora…But you and your siblings? You guys are the one good thing I put in.” You heart swells and you lose your battle to not cry. When Jake sees your tears he pulls you in, rubbing your back soothingly as you weep.

“No matter how grown up you get, you’ll always be my baby girl…It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

You sniffle as you try to calm yourself. You are a little fed up with all the crying you’ve been doing lately.

“How can you be so sure?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Call it a father’s intuition.” This time, you return his smile.

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Tonight finds you in the arms of your husband. The two of you are deep within the forest, somewhere far from High Camp and Bridgehead. You found a secluded perch on which to lay and watch Eywa paint the sky in brilliant starlight. Your snuggled into his side, head resting on his broad chest. You listen to calm rhythmic beating of his heart. It comforts you.

His arm encloses you, pressing you tightly to him. Your hands, fingers entwined, rest atop where his heart is.

“What’s going on through that pretty little head of yours?” His voice draws you in, pulling your lazy gaze from the sky and to his face. There is a warmth in his eyes, a kind curiosity. He brings your hand up and presses a kiss to your knuckles. You loved it when he was soft and gentle. Though you were, of course, eager and willing for his rougher ministrations when the mood struck.

You smile softly and hum in response.

“Hmmm. Just thinking about how much I love you.”

You are rewarded with the goofiest smile you’ve ever seen adorn his handsome face. Sometimes it feels as though he could never get used to your declarations of love and affection. You wonder if he was starved of such a thing. The thought baffles you, as your people loved freely and were not ashamed to express such feelings to friends and family.

You don’t dwell on it though; resolving to smother him with everything he may or may not have been denied all his life.

You move yourself off his chest but don’t untangle your hand from his. Instead, you lay on your back and pull him as you do. Miles follows, moving himself above you; caging you in between his arms, his face mere inches from yours.

You stare at him; studying. You take note of every luminous freckle, the strength of his cheek bones, the grooves of his nose, the breadth of his jaw. Your hand moves to his face and cups his cheek. His skin is warm to the touch. Your thumb traces the lines of his lips. He closes his eyes and leans into your hand.

When he looks at you once more with a half-lidden gaze, lovesick and smiling, it stirs something deep within you. The flicker of a flame comes to life, its warmth all encompassing. That look of reverence on his face; you never want to stop. Not in this lifetime or the next.

You resolve to protect that smile by any means necessary.

---

The two of you weren’t in your tent this morning, and Neytiri huffs in frustration. After much talks with Jake, communing with Eywa, she had finally decided to try talking with you once more. The next morning of course. But much to her dismay, no one was at the tent when she called. She saw no one inside when she quickly looked inside, but did not linger as it smelt far too much like The Demon.

She cusses under her breath. She knows she’s going to have to get out of the habit of calling him that. Start addressing him by his name.

Unsure of where the two of you might be, she makes her way back to her own dwelling. Jake is there, cleaning one of his guns. He looks up when he hears her familiar footfalls.

“That was quick,” he says, a confused look on his face.

“They weren’t there.”

“Oh. Maybe one of the kids saw em’.”

She nods and sets out to find her other children.

---

Alas, it would prove futile; none of the others had seen either of you since the night before, when you had told Spider you and Quaritch were going out to watch the stars.

Speaking of Spider, where was he? If anyone was going to know where you two were, it’d be him.

Neytiri makes her way over to the scientist buildings; if he wasn’t with her children, he more than likely would be here.

She enters the one housing Grace’s Avatar, and finds Norm up and about, not yet in his Avatar. He turns and is surprised to see her of all people, rather than her kids, enter. Still, he is happy to see her all the same.

“Neytiri? Oel ngati kameie! What brings you here?”

“Oel ngati kameie, Norm. Have you seen Spider? Or [Y/N]?” She smiles and greets him with equal enthusiasm. His expression becomes perturbed at the question though.

“No sorry, haven’t seen Spider since…Huh. Actually the day before yesterday? Thought he was staying with [Y/N] and Quaritch.”

Neytiri’s stomach drops at the notion. Has no one really seen either of you three for the passed two days? And no one said anything? What kind of mother was she then, to not notice?? Her mind starts racing, but she takes a deep breath; calming herself before she spiraled out of control. There was no need to overthink; you may have simply been too busy.

“Have you tried asking the other recoms? I’m sure one of them must’ve seen em’ at some point.” She nods at him; it was a good place to continue.

“I have not. Thank you Norm. I shall go see them.”

Briskly she leaves, not another word said; far too eager to find you as soon as possible.

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She eventually finds the three of them conversing with some of the other Avatars. She cares not for their topic of conversation, walking up and interrupting them without a second thought.

“You three.” She addresses them coldly; the others sense the rising tension and quickly make their escape.

“Mrs. Sully! What can we do for you?” The bald one, Lyle if she remembers correctly, asks her.

“My daughter. Have you seen her? What of your, leader, or his son?”

Instead of answering, the three of them simply share a look amongst themselves, before they all look back to her. The uncomfortable feeling is back tenfold. There is something in their gaze, an almost apologetic look in their eyes. She hates it, nor does she understand why they look upon her so.

“What? What is wrong?” She demands, the agitation ever growing.

Mansk clears his throat and steps forward.

“Come with us Mrs. Sully…And bring your husband too.”

Her stomach clenches something awful; her mother’s intuition stings.

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The 5 of them congregate in Mansk’s private dwelling. He gestures for everyone to sit down, get comfortable. Jake too can’t help but notice the sullen looks adorning the others’ faces. Nor his he miss the nervous twitch of his wife’s tail. He grabs her hand and squeezes it reassuring. She looks to him, taking a deep breath as she nods.

Mansk re-emerges from wherever he went, brandishing a tablet in hand. He sits himself in front of everyone, holding the tablet for them to see.

“Here…A message was given to us, to give to you when you came.” He moves his hand and hits play.

Instantly you are on the screen. You are nervously rubbing the back of your neck. Quaritch is sitting next to you; he is leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and fingers loosely threaded in front of him.

“Hello mother, father, precious siblings…” Neytiri squeezes Jake’s hand harder. She does not like how your voice sounds as you speak.

“If you’re seeing this, then you’re all probably wondering where we—I am…” You pause, hand on your heart and you take a deep breath to calm yourself. Neytiri notices then, Spider mulling around in the background. Back and forth he moves, as if in a hurry.

“I don’t know how else to word this, so I’m just going to come out and say it. I’ve left. WE, have left. Me, Spider, and Miles.” You glance over to Quaritch and smile, grabbing his hand in yours, threading fingers together. Your face returns to that awful tired expression when you look back to the camera.

“I’m sorry I did this without saying goodbye…But this was for the best. If there was even a chance, no matter how small, that any of you would try to stop us…Well, I didn’t want to take that chance. I’m so sorry, I really mean that. For everything…Father? Thank you for taking care of me. I love you, to Earth and back. Please remember to take care of yourself too, not just the family or the clan…

Kids? I know you’re probably gonna hate me for a while, leaving like this and all—but like I said. My mind is made up and I don’t want any of you trying to stop us. I love each and every one of you so much. No one could ask for better siblings. Please be good to each other. And boys? Start actually listening to dad once in a while, yea?”

You pause to wipe a few stray tears. Neytiri is sobbing quietly as she clenches Jake’s hand painfully. She doesn’t see him swallow hard the lump in his throat.

“Mama?” Neytiri sits up straight when you address her directly.

“I don’t think I could every forgive myself for hurting you. I am so sorry, more than words could ever express…You took good care of me, took good care of this family. I am proud to call you my mother, and no matter how far the wind takes me, I will always love you. I hope you can forgive me one day…” You gently place a hand on your stomach.

“I do not want to cause dissent amongst my family, or the clan, any longer…And one day when I start my own family, with the man I love… I don’t want them to feel like they don’t belong. So here we go, somewhere far beyond the horizon, to find a place we can truly call our own…” Your smile is bright and unwavering, even when the tears don’t stop.

“Please keep taking such good care of each other. Promise me you will. Sullys stick together, our family is our fortress, right? Well, these two? They are my family now, they are my fortress, and I will do what I must to keep them safe, happy, accepted...Whether or not the clan or some of you can accept it, know that I love each and every one of you, forever and ever…So until I see you again, May Eywa keep you all safe…Goodbye...”

You wave at the camera before leaning forward to touch something unseen, and the video ends.

Neytiri breaks down then and there. She falls into Jake’s arms, clutching at him desperately. Her wails crack her voice as she calls for you. Jake sheds silent tears as he holds her tight. He fights every instinct in him demanding he grab his ikran and blindly fly after you.

The other recoms sit and silence, heads lowered, as they take in the sight before them.

A mother’s heartache was truly one of the saddest things to bare witness to.

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