♛/♡ -Tragedy II

𝓝𝓮𝓽𝓮𝔂𝓪𝓶 𝓣𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓲 𝓣𝓼𝔂𝓮𝔂𝓴'𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓷

“Back off. Now.”

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One Shots:

Anatomy Lesson

Learning a alien language can be challenging, but having Neteyam as your teacher has its perks. Especially when he's a reward based teacher.

Just A Taste

Part One Part Two

(Featuring Ao'nung) Neteyam's little human mate has fascinated Ao'nung way more than she should, he can't help it, you're so alien, yet so enticing. Especially when it seems that an esteemed warrior and eldest son of Toruk Makto can't keep his hands off of you. And when Ao'nung follows you two to your private place, an unexpected deal is made.

Midnight Snack

(Featuring Lo'ak) It's hotter than normal in Awa'atlu, and your two Na'vi lovers are so thirsty.

Tìkin

Neteyam can never control himself, he needs you, craves you. And no hour of the night will stop that need.

Blood Thirst

A infectious bite, an incurable disease, a blood sucking monster. You know there's a cure; you know you can fix this mistake. But will you have enough time before the beast gets loose?

Experience

Neteyam's never been good at hiding his raging crush on his father's best friend, and he's never wanted your experienced touch more than right now.

Hunter's Prize

The arrival of a rival alien to Pandora's strange world threatens the balance of all life on this planet – including yours. But a dangerous creature from other worlds isn't the only predator you'll find yourself fighting for your life to escape.

A Night In The Wolves' Den

(Featuring Lo'ak) Who are you – an inferior human – to deny the Omatikaya's finest warriors their one desire?

Sweet Revenge

Pandora was everything a human could dream of, a fresh start on a whole new world. But you've only ever found tragedy in this beautiful moon, heartbreak seizing your heart until you're left with nothing but your own mind to keep you company. Years have separated you from your true family, crossing an ocean after five long years to finally see them – to see him again. Neteyam was your everything, and you were sure you meant nothing to him. But would happen if you were given the chance to be proven wrong, even for one? Especially if it's at the expanse of your horrible ex-boyfriend, it was a sacrifice you were willing to make, after all, revenge takes two to tango.

Drabbles:

Colors Of Pandora: Day One ~ Red

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doodle ⚔️

10 min «Spider as a Knight» doodle

got inspiration from @dirtytransmasc post 🖤

maybe I'll do a decent sketch later...

yay it's me (not mario), i'm finally here 💘 what do you think about sunshine neteyam with grumpy girlfriend and the prompt: "do you always have to be so pessimistic?" and "do you always have to be so damn optimistic?" 🥴

lana ily & i love this idea so much!! sunshine neteyam with grumpy reader?? tell me more

pairing ; neteyam x fem!reader

synopsis ; sometimes you’re too pessimistic… or maybe neteyam is too optimistic.

themes ; fluff, grumpy!reader & sunshine!neteyam

The rain hadn’t let up for hours.

Thick drops fell in a steady rhythm, soaking the forest floor, turning the path back to the village into a slick mess of mud and tangled roots. You huffed, arms crossed as you stood under a broad-leafed tree, watching it pour like the sky had a personal vendetta.

Neteyam, standing beside you, looked unbothered. If anything, he looked cheerful.

You scowled. “You’re enjoying this.”

He glanced at you, wide grin tugging at his lips. “What gave me away?”

“The smile,” you muttered.

He laughed, light and warm. “Come on, it’s just rain. Kind of peaceful, don’t you think?”

You looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “Peaceful? It’s cold. It’s wet. And we’re stuck out here with no shelter unless we want to make a mud bed.”

“You say that like that’s a bad thing,” he teased, nudging your shoulder with his.

You rolled your eyes, pulling your arms tighter around yourself. “Do you always have to be so damn optimistic?”

Neteyam grinned with a slight shrug, unbothered. “Do you always have to be so pessimistic?”

You glared up at him. “It’s not pessimism — it’s realism. I realistically don’t want to freeze to death out here while you hum and pretend the rain is a song from Eywa.”

He laughed again, the sound warm against the chill of the rain. Then he stepped closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. He reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair away from your face with gentle fingers.

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy,” he said, so softly it almost got lost in the rain.

You blinked. “Don’t test me, Neteyam.”

His grin widened. “What’re you gonna do? Glare at me until I stop smiling?”

“Maybe.”

“That hasn’t worked yet,” he said smugly.

You huffed again — but your heart was doing traitorous little flips, because no matter how annoying his sunshine attitude was, there was a part of you that liked it, that liked him. The way he always found the light, even when you were sure there wasn’t any.

And right now, standing in the rain, miserable and wet and cold, you couldn’t help but lean into him just a little.

“Fine,” you muttered. “But if I get sick, I’m blaming you.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders without hesitation, pulling you close.

“Deal,” he said, voice soft. “But I’ll be the one taking care of you anyway.”

You groaned into his chest, trying to hide the way your face was burning.

Stupid, warm, sunshine boy.

— ❝ Who's the mighty warrior? Come on, say it. ❞

⋆｡° ✮ The heat that spreads

Neteyam is more than happy to help you out when you are in heat.

⋆｡° ✮ Lost and found (mini series)

Neteyam hates humans. One day, he finds you all alone and lost in the forest, but quickly decides against killing you. What might be the odd reason for that?

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

⋆｡° ✮ Three is always unfortunate

(Stepbro!Neteyam AU) Neteyam is ready to do everything in his might to protect his precious little sister. Especially from mean boys that can't keep their hands to themselves.

⋆｡° ✮ Not good enough

(Stepbro!Neteyam AU) Neteyam isn't happy about the future mate his parents have chosen for you. Afterall, no one can compare to him.

⋆｡° ✮ Work of art

You're an artist and Neteyam accidentally finds your secret notebook, full of filthy drawings you've made to cope with the little crush you had on him.

⋆｡° ✮ Special friends (mini series)

Neteyam was so used to being the golden child of his family, always doing as he's told... he wanted to be bad sometimes too. He wanted to be the one that would teach you all these filthy things. All the things you were never allowed to do, talk or even think about.

Chapter 1/ Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

⋆｡° ✮ Competitive hate

When you compete, it's always a battle to see who will get the upper hand. And when you fuck, it's the same struggle.

⋆｡° ✮ Drunk words, sober secrets

Getting drunk with Ao'nung was probably not the best idea you ever had. Good thing a certain someone always makes sure you'll get home safe and sound.

⋆｡° ✮ Infected

(Stepbro! Neteyam AU) While on a hunt with your stepbrother Neteyam, he comes in contact with something that makes him act... strange.

⋆｡° ✮ A lesson on concentration

(featuring Neytan) Lately, you can't seem to focus on any of your training lessons in preparation for your upcoming iknimaya and your karyu [teacher] are determined to find out why.

⋆｡° ✮ Unwinding together

Neteyam seems quite tense lately, and like the good friend that you are, you offer him a way to relief all of his stress.

⋆｡° ✮ Feral hearts

There is always a thrill to the chase.

⋆｡° ✮ Sweet dreams

(Stepbro!Neteyam AU) It's date night, the marui is quiet and Neteyam has you all to himself.

⋆｡° ✮ A mighty warriors need

The only trouble Neteyam allows himself to get into, is you.

⋆｡° ✮ Quid Pro Quo

You owe Neteyam a favor. Luckily, the olo’eyktan has just the idea how you could repay him.

⋆｡° ✮ Smells like trouble

Neteyam is in trouble. There‘s a human in his home, a human female. And she smells dangerously close to something she certainly wasn’t. Sometimes she couldn’t ever be. An omega.

⋆｡° ✮ Drabbles:

Neteyam loves when you wear short dresses

Some sneaky under the table action

Dom!Neteyam edging himself

How he would celebrate your birthday

Discovering that the word "sir" turns him on

He makes you squirt for the first time

Neteyam learns what a lollipop is

Stepbro!Neteyam + cockwarming

Distracting him when he's grumpy

Possessive / toxic Neteyam

Public make out session with Neteyam while your mate is busy looking for you

Free use kink

Forming an alliance with So’lek

Sub!Neteyam

Size kink

Dominant and vocal

Age gap

Neteyam in rut

Forbidden love

Best friends to lovers x breeding kink

since i love PAIN

as im rewatching Avatar for the nth time im thinking about how Jake lost his twin brother Tommy. the movie says Tommy is killed a week before he was meant to be shipped out. And they get put into cryo-sleep for over 5 years. that means Jake has only really had a WEEK to come to terms with the fact that his brother is dead. his TWIN BROTHER.

AND THEN when he gets there, he sees the avatar spliced with Tommy’s/his DNA and he sees his brothers face in it, and Norm reminds him that it’s his avatar now, that Tommy’s gone, and he just has to carry on???? be the marine??? not even mentioning the fact that he gets to walk again in this body that looks like Tommy but isn’t and he has SO much to learn about lab life AND Ometikaya culture.

and Grace tells him she wishes his brother were there instead and he just feels a punch to his gut, bc yeah, he does too.

hi!!! ik u have ur list up rnnn but i kinda really NEED to hear ur takes/ hc on casual dominance with neteyam 🎀 please please please

*kisses forehead to incentivize u* 😙 <33

is this life with neteyam too much to ask for??? i don’t think it is. thanks for the request!!

pairing ; neteyam x fem!reader

synopsis ; casual dominance headcannons with neteyam <33

themes ; fluff, fluff & fluff

• Neteyam wraps his tail around you without even thinking.

• Around your waist while walking, around your leg while sitting, or gently curling around your wrist during ceremonies.

• It’s instinctual — not possessive, just his way of keeping you grounded, connected, close.

• Especially in crowds.

• Even though you’re capable, sometimes your stride is just a little shorter, your steps a bit slower — and he notices.

• So when you’re lagging or tired, he scoops you up and carries you like it’s his right.

• His arms around your shoulders, your legs looped around his waist.

• “No point in making you tire yourself, let me take care of you.”

• Whether it’s fruit from the trees or meat cooked over flame, Neteyam feeds you.

• Hand to your lips, thumb brushing against your bottom lip after.

• He watches you eat like it’s a ritual — like you’re a goddess who deserves to be worshipped every day.

• (You are.)

• Neteyam loves to make you things.

• Beaded chestpieces woven with your favorite colors, necklaces with meaning in every shell and tooth, arm cuffs that match his.

L When you wear something he made, it’s not just a gift — it’s a claim.

• “You look good in my work,” he says with a grin, pressing his forehead to yours. “You look good with me.”

• You’re strong, you’re skilled, but he still hates when you put yourself in danger.

• If there’s a scouting mission, a risky hunt — he insists on going instead, or at least going with you.

• “I know you can handle it, but I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

• No one else hears the songs Neteyam writes about you — but you do.

• They’re softly whispered in your ear under the trees, or hummed while you lay curled in his lap.

• Some are full of longing — others, fierce devotion.

• Even when you’re mad at each other, Neteyam never lets you walk away without a kiss, a forehead press, or at least a soft “be safe.”

• “No going to bed angry, we’re stronger than that.”

• He likes the way you fit against him when you’re both riding.

• His arms around you, your braid tucked safely against his shoulder, his voice low in your ear giving directions or simply whispering your name.

• It’s not just about flight — it’s about trust.

• Fingers brushing your side as you walk, a hand resting on the small of your back, his tail curling possessively around your thigh at rest, a hand tilting your chin up before a kiss.

• His touch says, I see you. I choose you. You’re mine.

• When Neteyam says “come here,” your body moves before your mind catches up.

• Not because he’s demanding — but because his voice makes you feel safe.

• You know he’ll never lead you wrong.

• He stands back and watches you spar, but his eyes never leave you.

• He offers quiet critiques, soft praise.

• “Your stance was perfect.”

• “Almost got me that time.”

• And when you impress him? That smirk, that pride in his voice, it lights you up.

• When another hunter gets too close, he doesn’t argue.

• He just steps in, loops an arm around your waist, kisses your temple slowly — eyes locked on the other guy the whole time.

• “I’ll meet you at the river, yawne (beloved),” he says, deliberately. “Don’t be late.”

• “You’re so easy to love.”

• “I see the whole world when I look at you.”

• “You follow so well — you trust me.”

• His voice is reverent. His words, sacred.

• His dominance isn’t about control — it’s about honoring your surrender.

• He doesn’t stop you from doing things, he just makes sure you never have to.

• He’ll carry it, he’ll fix it, he’ll take the lead when you’re tired.

• “You’ve done enough,” he tells you softly. “Let me take it from here.”

• He weaves tiny, shared details into your hair — small beads, threads, symbols only you two recognize.

• When others ask, you both just smile.

• It’s private. Sacred.

• A quiet way of saying, we are one.

• Even across the clan fire, Neteyam finds your gaze.

• He doesn’t say anything — he just looks.

• That lingering stare, the slight tilt of his head, the little smirk.

• It’s not a warning, it’s a promise — and it makes your knees weak every time.

ꕥ — Found Someone Better / A New Tide

Genre — Chapter four: Part Two

Artists — Tonowari x fem!avatar!reader

Lyrics — After hearing the warriors talk about you Tonowari realizes just how much he wants your relationship to go public so the next time he sees you he makes his feelings known. While you’re living your life is thriving among the Metkayina, the Omatikaya clan, specifically the Sully Family is in shambles.

Music Advisory — Pre-Atwow, fluff, angst, hurt, kissing, jealous/territorial!Tonowari, mention of secret relationship, pivotal moments

Notes — This a direct continuation from Chapter Four: Part One, I would highly recommend reading it before starting this one!

Duration — 5.0k

Words From Artist — A new addition to the series is finally here! I know it’s been a while since Part one so I’m glad to be finally posting this. I know a lot of you guys have been wondering about how Jake and Neytiri feel so here’s your chance to see their side of things! I hope y’all enjoy and always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions!

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The sun is shining brightly over the island as you approach the secluded spot Tonowari had shown you when you and him first started dating and wanted some time alone. The crash of the waves echoes against the towering rocks, and while you’re walking the beauty of it all distracts you from the long day you’ve had in the healing pod, patching up warriors and taking care of sick children.

When you get closer to your meeting location you see him leaning against a nearby boulder with a hardened look on his face. He looks different than he did when you parted ways this morning, he’s tense, his broad shoulders are rigid, and his jaw is tightened. There’s a storm in his usually calm blue eyes, and before you can get out a full sentence, Tonowari strides toward you.

“Hey, I—” your words lodge in your throat as his hands grab your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His lips crash into yours in a kiss that’s so deep and possessive it takes your breath away. It’s not the soft, familiar kiss that you’re used to receiving from him. This kiss is rough, heated, intense, as though he’s trying to convey something through his actions.

When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard, and you can feel the tension radiating off his skin. Your lips tingle from the force of his kiss, but instead of saying anything right away, you raise a teasing brow, wondering where this side of him came from. “Well,” you say, a smirk tugging at your lips, while trying to calm down your breathing. “it looks like somebody missed me today.”

Tonowari huffs a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair out of your face while his eyes still hover over you. “Missed you? I’ve been thinking about you all day. Especially since…” His jaw tightens again as his hands slide up to your torso and back down to your waist, holding you tightly as if he doesn’t want to let you go.

“Since what?” you prompt, tilting your head in curiosity, wondering what’s going through his head because you can already sense there’s a reason behind his current behavior.

He hesitates for a brief moment, as though he’s debating how much he should say. “Earlier some of the warriors were speaking about you.” he says, his voice low but laced with restrained anger. “Saying they wanted to court you…” His words trail off, but the sharp edge in his tone makes it clear just how much their comments bothered him.

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise, but his words warm you in a way you hadn’t expected. “Oh.” you say softly, a hint of amusement creeping into your tone. Seeing this side of Tonowari was cute, this was the first time you’ve seen him jealous or territorial when it comes to you before so seeing him upset like this amuses you. “So that kiss was your way of…” you pause, trying to find the right phrase to use. “claiming me?”

Tonowari narrows his eyes at your teasing, though there’s the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. “If that’s what you want to call it,” he murmurs, leaning closer so that his forehead rests against yours, “then yes. I want to make sure there is no doubt in your mind, or anyone else’s, about who you belong to.”

You can’t help but laugh at the seriousness in his tone, even as a purple hue creeps up your cheeks. “Well, I think you’ve made your point.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “But just so we’re clear, I’ve only ever belonged to you, Tonowari.”

His expression softens at your words, and the tension in his shoulders finally eases. “Good,” he says simply, his voice still holding that protective edge. “Because I will not let anyone take you from me.”

Tonowari kisses you again, softer this time but with that same fire from before, and you melt into his embrace, letting his warmth and love wash over you like the waves crashing against the shore nearby. When he finally pulls back, he looks down at you, his eyes looking more calm and relaxed than before. Talking to you has definitely calmed his spirits but there’s still one more topic he wants to talk to you about now so he can fully have a peace of mind.

“I don’t want to hide you anymore.” He blurts out. “I don’t want to pretend you’re just a member of the clan. I want everyone to know what we have, to know that you’re mine and mine only.”

His words take you by surprise, causing your teasing smile to fade. You’ve always known how much Tonowari cares for you, but hearing him so serious about taking your relationship public brings up more questions than answers. “Are you sure?” you ask softly, your voice holding a hint of hesitation. “The clan… they might not understand. Ronal was their Tsahìk. I know she’s special to them.”

Tonowari’s face softens at your words, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek, thinking it’s sweet how you’re so caring about others emotions before your own. “They may not understand at first,” he admits, “but I will not allow anyone to question what we have. I’ll face whatever comes. We’ll show them that this is real, that this isn’t about replacing anyone.”

“But what if they judge you for it?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. “What if they think you’re moving on too quickly, or that I’m not the right fit for you… for them?”

“Ronal will always have a place in my heart,” He says quietly. “But like you said before, that doesn’t mean I can’t move forward. I haven’t felt peace since she passed, and you—” He pauses, his voice emotions starting to catch up with him. “You’ve brought light back into my life. And I want to honor that, openly. I want to stand beside you, show the clan that you are my partner in every sense.”

Your heart stirs at his words, and you feel your own hesitation begin to wash away. He’s not just offering a public acknowledgment of your relationship, he’s offering a place for you beside him, not hidden, but seen and respected. You feel his conviction, his strength, and it gives you the courage you need. “If this is what you want,” you begin slowly, grabbing his hand, meeting his gaze with a sense of certainty. “then I’ll stand by you.”

With the decision to go public about your relationship now made, you and Tonowari settle into a comfortable silence, each of you absorbing the weight of the path ahead. But then, as if he’s reading your thoughts, Tonowari brings up the next hurdle. “You’ll need to tell Lo’ak, and I’ll need to speak with Tsireya and Ao’nung.” he says, glancing over at you. “I think Tsireya will understand but Ao’nung may need a bit more convincing. He was close to his mother, and he may have… expectations about how things should remain.”

You nod, understanding how it might talk to the children a while to grasp the idea of you and him together. “Yes, I understand. Lo’ak is a bit protective of me too, but I think he’ll see how much this means to me, to us.”

A thoughtful pause hangs between you both as an idea pops in your head. “What if we tell them all at once?” you suggest, glancing up at him. “It might be better to have this conversation together, so they can see that we’re united in this decision. We can answer their questions, face any concerns they have openly, and reassure them that they’re still our priority.”

Tonowari considers this, nodding slowly. “Yes, I think that’s a great idea. It will help them see that we’re serious, that we’ve thought this through. And it might reassure Ao’nung to see how carefully we’re approaching this.”

You squeeze his hand, comforted by his steady conviction. “It will take time, and we’ll be patient. We’re asking them to adjust to something new.”

Tonowari leans forward, pressing his forehead gently to yours. “Whatever challenges come, we’ll face them together. This is our family we’re building, and we’ll take all the time needed for each of them to feel at peace with it.”

With your hearts now settled on this new plan, a quiet confidence fills you both. You know there may be questions, and even doubts, but together, you know that you and Tonowari will make it through this, uniting not only as a couple but as a family.

—

You arrange a simple dinner in your mauri, filling your home with the scents of delicious fish and fresh herbs, hoping it will help create a comforting atmosphere for the children. Tonowari arrives just as the sun begins to set, a calm presence as he greets you with a reassuring smile. You exchange a quiet nod, feeling a shared determination settle between you as the children gather together in the play area of the mauri.

With all of them playing with Lo’ak’s toys and enjoying themselves, you and Tonowari have a few moments to talk before dinner begins and you disclose your relationship. “Are you ready for this?” Tonowari comes beside you, bending to your level as you're adding the last finishing touches to the food.

You pause for a moment, your fingers hovering over the dishes as you turn to meet Tonowari’s gaze. His eyes are filled with patience, but there’s a quiet intensity in them as well, he understands the weight of this moment. You take a deep breath before nodding, feeling the slight flutter of nerves in your stomach. “Yeah, I’m ready. I just hope that the kids take it well.”

“They will, once we explain everything so they can understand and see that what we have is serious and that we love each other.” Tonowari says, placing a soft kiss against your temple, causing your nerves to feel a little at ease now.

You take another deep breath, feeling a wave of calm and confidence from Tonowari’s reassurance. “I just want them to understand that we’re not trying to replace anyone, and that we’ve thought this through. I don’t want Ao’nung and Tsireya to feel like I’m stepping into their mother’s place.”

Tonowari nods, understanding what you mean because he’s been having the same thoughts, hoping his children accepts the news because he hasn’t brought any women around romantically since the passing of Ronal and he doesn’t want them to feel like he’s trying to replace her because that’s of course not his intention. “We’ll make it clear to them that nothing is being taken away. This is just a new chapter for us all, and we’ll face it together.”

“And Lo’ak? I don’t want him to feel like things are changing too much.” With him finally getting settled into your new lifestyle in Awa’atlu; making new friends, joining the children’s warrior training where they learn the basics, and adjusting to the Metkayina culture, you don’t want to burden him with more change or make him feel like the dynamic between you and him will become different since Tonowari’s in your life now.

Tonowari smiles softly, already knowing what to say to make you feel better. “Lo’ak will see that we’re not rushing anything, that we’re here to stay, and that things won’t change between you and him. Patience is all he needs.”

From those words the last of your nerves ease away. As the children laugh in the background, their voices light and carefree, you feel a warmth fill your heart. For a moment, you let yourself imagine this new future, a blended family finding peace and happiness together.

You glance at Tonowari again, a soft smile coming across your lips, your hand instinctively reaching for his, your thumb brushing against his skin in a soothing rhythm. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

Tonowari chuckles, the sound low yet comforting to your soul. He looks down at your hand, his own fingers curling slightly around yours before he raises his eyes to meet yours again. “I’ve learned from the best.” He replies, matching your playful tone while his words are sincere. “You always know how to calm my thoughts. I just try to return the favor.”

His gaze softens, a hint of tenderness in his eyes as he holds your hand a little tighter, bringing the back of your hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss on your skin. “We will get through this together.”

You feel another wave of reassurance wash over you at his words, the small moment between you two grounding you before the bigger conversation with the children. “Yeah, we will.”

While Tonowari helps you do some last minute preparations, Tsireya’s melodic voice calls out, “Is it time to eat yet? It smells so good!” Her bright smile is enough to lighten the atmosphere, and you chuckle while checking on the grilled fish that's sitting on the cooking fire, flipping it to its other side so it can cook for a few more minutes.

“Almost, Tsireya!” you call back, looking behind her and seeing Ao’nung and Lo’ak with their hands on their stomachs, saying that they're hungry and that their tummies are rumbling. “Why don’t you all come and sit down? We need to talk about something really quick before we eat.”

The children exchange curious glances but obey, taking their places around the wooden table in the common area. Ao’nung sits down with a skeptical look, folding his arms, while Tsireya is calm and attentive, her curiosity more open than guarded unlike her brother. Lo’ak’s expression is a little bit harder to read. His gaze shifts between you and Tonowari, sensing the seriousness of the conversation but not sure what’s the meaning of it.

Once you and Tonowari sit down he’s the first to speak, his voice calm but serious as he leads the conversation. “There is something we need to share with you all.” he begins, looking from Tsireya to Ao’nung, then to Lo’ak. “For the last few months, y/n and I have been spending a lot of time together and have decided to become… more than friends. We are,” Tonowari grabs your hand, wanting to give the children a visual to show them that you both are united. “a couple now.”

When the kids hear that all of their ears perk up, wondering what all of this means. “So does that mean you’re like girlfriend and boyfriend now?” Ao’nung asks, his brow bones furrowed as he tries to fully grasp what his father is saying.

Tonowari smiles softly, nodding his head in agreement with his son. He knows the kids are too young to fully understand the differences between dating, courting, and marriage, so he chooses to keep it simple for them so they can understand. “Yes, Ao’nung, that’s right.” he says, his hand gently squeezing yours in a quiet show of affection.“We care about each other a lot, so we decided to be together. Kind of like how Rotxo’s Mom and her mate are.” He decides to use an example of a couple that the children are familiar with and Padma and her mate are the best choice, they are one of the most loving couples on the island and have been together since childhood.

Tsireya’s eyes light up with a soft, understanding smile as she takes in what you and Tonowari are saying. She tilts her head slightly, her curiosity now shifting to excitement. “Does that mean you love each other? Like… love love?” she asks with a gentle tone, her voice carrying the innocence of someone who just wants to make sure she understands the meaning of being a ‘couple’.

You smile at her, nodding gently. “Yes, Tsireya, we do love each other.” you say, feeling a little flutter in your chest at how easily she seems to accept it. “And being together makes us really happy.”

Tsireya beams, sitting up straighter. “So you’re like… best friends but better!” she says, her little voice filled with excitement as she swings her legs under the table.

While Tsireya is taking the news well and practically envisioning all the fun girly things she can do with you since Tonowari is courting you, Ao’nung wrinkles his nose, crossing his arms as he thinks about what this will mean for their future. “Is y/n going to be our new mom now?” he blurts out, speaking for both himself and his sister, his tone cautious but straightforward.

Tonowari’s hand tightens around yours briefly before he releases it to place a steadying hand on Ao’nung’s shoulder. “No, son.” he says firmly but gently. “Your mother is irreplaceable, and she will always hold a special place in our hearts. This isn’t about replacing anyone, it’s about finding a way forward. Eywa teaches us that life continues, and we must honor those we’ve lost by embracing the present and the future.”

You nod in agreement with your future mate, supporting his words and saying a few of your own so Ao’nung will know how you feel about the situation. “I don’t want to replace your mom.” you explain softly, leaning forward a little. “Ronal will always be you and Tsireya’s mom, and no one can ever take her place. I just want to be here to help, to make sure you’re happy and taken care of.”

Ao’nung’s gaze lingers on both of you for a moment longer, as if he’s trying to read you and see if you’re being sincere about your intentions with his father and honoring his mothers memory. Despite the boy being young, he’s a smart kid and he can sense energies, and he can tell yours is good and that you mean well so after a few moments of thinking he decides that he’s fine with this arrangement. “Okay but as long as we don’t forget her.”

“Never.” Tonowari promises, tightening his grip on his son's shoulder as a form of reassurance.

Lo’ak, who’s been unusually quiet, shifts in his seat. He wonders how this new relationship will affect the bond you and him have. He can see that you’re happy but since you’re technically the only family he has now he doesn’t want to lose you. “Does this mean things are going to change for us?” he asks, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and worry.

When you hear the worry in his voice your expression softens as you reach across the table, placing a reassuring hand over his. “Not in the way you’re thinking.” you say softly. “You’re my son, Lo’ak, and nothing will ever change that. My love and commitment to you will always come first. Tonowari understands that, and we both want you to feel safe and comfortable.”

“This is a new step for all of us, but it doesn’t mean anyone is losing anything. I would never want to take your mom away from you.” Tonowari says, co-signing what you’ve said and adding his own thoughts to make Lo’ak feel more at ease.

Lo’ak studies you both for a moment before giving a small, thoughtful nod. “Okay.” he says quietly. “As long as you’re happy, I’m cool with it.”

A wave of relief washes over you, and you smile warmly at your son, your chest swelling with pride at his maturity. “Thank you, Lo’ak.” you say, squeezing his hand.

With the heavier conversation behind you, the atmosphere in the mauri lightens. Ao’nung even cracks a small smile as Tsireya teases him about how serious he looked during the talk. Lo’ak leans back, his shoulders visibly relaxing, and soon the children are chatting about other things, including the usual sibling bickering.

“Alright, let’s eat!” Tsireya says, bouncing in her seat as the smell of the food catches her attention again. “I’m soooo hungry!” She exclaims, her stomach beginning to growl as the aroma fills the room.

“You’re always hungry.” Ao’nung jokes, thinking his sister is the greediest na’vi on Pandora despite her always denying it.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

Their playful bickering makes you laugh, finding it amusing and as Tonowari helps you bring the food to the table, you feel a sense of hope settle in your chest, hope that all of your lives will blend beautifully. This might be a new chapter for all of you, but it’s starting on a solid foundation, one that’s filled with love and understanding.

—

The Omatikaya clan has never been one for quiet moments. Even in the vast forest, the air is always filled with the chatter of family and the warmth of communal life. But since the night Lo’ak and you had vanished off the face of the earth, leaving nothing behind but your last words and final thoughts, for the Sully family the forest has grown unnervingly still.

Jake’s frustration is like a storm. He’s been a proud leader for so long, always knowing what to do, say, think, and handle every curveball life throws at him, all of those qualities couldn’t help him figure out how to handle this situation. He never expected you to actually leave after you expressed your feelings of wanting out of the marriage, he just assumed you would eventually get over it and things would go back to normal.

Jake has always prided himself on his ability to protect his family, to keep things together, but the cracks have been showing for a while now, despite him trying to make things seem perfect but with things now out in the open, he can’t do anything to cover it up.

Neytiri has also been struggling with your disappearance. The absence of her mate, the missing pieces to her family, cut deeper than any wound she’s ever received in battle. At first, it was just the hollow ache of not seeing your face at the breakfast table and not hearing your voice in the quiet moments but soon, it was the overwhelming realization that over the years she and Jake had taken you for granted, that you were the steady hand that held everything in your household together.

They realized that it was you who quietly nurtured and took care of the children, who offered kindness even when it was never reciprocated, who kept your mauri looking spotless and made sure they never had to worry about anything after coming home from a long day. Now with you gone, the house is chaotic. There were no longer quiet meals, no soft words of encouragement, no time for the mated pair to spend hours in the forest having romantic talks and sexual relations, all their time was spent taking care of the clan and their children.

Speaking of children, with you gone they’re all out of sorts, especially the two older ones, Neteyam and Kiri, who felt the shift in their family dynamic. Tuk, though just a baby, seemed to sense the tension that lingered in the air of their home. She cried more than usual, her small hands reaching for something she couldn’t name, someone she couldn’t find. Even Spider, the human boy who had spent most of his time with the Sully’s, can feel a difference in the atmosphere when he steps into the Sully’s home.

Jake and Neytiri’s marriage, already fragile, is now stretched to its breaking point. They’ve tried their best to keep things normal but with the responsibilities of caring for three children (four if you include Spider), and one of them a baby, and the heavy guilt of losing you and Lo’ak, they are slowly unraveling. Jake found himself retreating into his duties as the clan leader, burying himself in tasks he can control. Neytiri, once so fierce in her role as protector, found herself unable to be that same strong figure without you there to support her. They fight more now, their conversations growing sharper, more accusatory, as they both blamed the other for the rupture in their family.

While the Sullys grieved, they aren’t the only ones who feel your absence. The Omatikaya, the people who had embraced you as one of their own, mourned your departure as well. When word spread through the village that you and Lo’ak had left, an unsettling sadness settled over the clan.

You’ve always been a vital part of their community, not just as the mate of their Olo’eyktan but as a guiding force of kindness and strength. You were always willing to help, always there to offer comfort, and ready to teach and uplift those around you. Without you, the village felt less whole, less stable.

For a long time, there have been whispers among the people. Speculation of your relationship with your now ex-mates. Some had noticed the tension in your marriage, the way your light had dimmed over the years, wearing shawls to cover your exposed skin, the way you carried burdens that should not have been yours alone. No one was ever able to fully connect the dots and realize the abuse that went on behind closed doors. Everything was merely just suspicions that had never been confirmed, until you left. It became clear that with whatever was going on in your home you had reached a breaking point, which left the people questioning everything.

“What kind of leaders allow such things to happen in their own home?” one elder murmured during a private gathering. “If this can happen to her, their mate, what message does it send to the rest of the people?”

The elders, once steadfast in their loyalty to Jake and Neytiri, found themselves wondering if the couple was the best choice to lead the clan. For years, the pair had been admired by all Na’vi for their strength and leadership and their ability to guide the Omatikaya through war and hardship. But now, the cracks in their image had been exposed for all to see.

While the rest of the clan was engulfed in uncertainty, grief, and stirring up a quiet rebellion, one person who seemed the most silent, the most in control, was Mo’at. She watches as the weight of your absence pressed upon the village, sees how people whisper behind Jake and Neytiri’s backs, and how the elders exchange troubled glances. She observed the way the once-unshakable leadership of her daughter and son-in-law teetered under the weight of their own mistakes.

Despite knowing how everyone is pained by your absence she doesn’t speak. Not when Jake comes to her, desperate, his voice rough with frustration as he demands answers. Not when Neytiri, her own daughter, pleads with her, her eyes wild with unshed tears, her hands trembling as she asks, “Where has she gone, Mother? Tell me how to fix this.”

She’s seen the truth of things, the pain that stems from loving the “happy” couple. Mo’at had been there when you had come to her, broken and bruised, tears pouring from your eyes after another fight with Jake and Neytiri. She had seen the way you tried to keep everything together, how you bore the brunt of the hurt while still offering love and kindness. She had watched you endure it all, watched as you gave and gave, only to be left feeling unseen, unheard, and abused.

The day you left Mo’at had embraced you one last time, whispered a blessing over your head, and sent you on your way. Not because she didn’t love you, but because she did. Because she knew that, for the first time in a long time, you were choosing yourself, you were trying to search for happiness, something you haven’t felt in a long time.

So when the Olo’eyktan and Tsarakem are in her presence once again, asking about your whereabouts, Mo’at doesn’t give them an answer, not even a slightest clue of where on Pandora you could be making your new home.

“You do not deserve to know.” She says while facing them with an upset expression, her words filled with a heavy tone of judgment.

Jake’s frustration flares, his hands balling into a fist as if he wants to hit something. “She is my mate! Lo’ak is my son! I have a right—”

Mo’at’s throws her hand up, silencing him, not wanting to hear him speak as though he actually cares. “And did you act as though she was your mate? Did you treat her as such? Did you make her feel loved? Did you make her feel safe?”

Jake clenches his jaw, but he had no answer.

Neytiri’s voice is hoarse, mostly from crying and yelling at Jake prior to coming here. “Mother, please—”

Mo’at turned to her daughter, the disappointment in her eyes cutting deeper than any blade. “You, of all people, should have done better. She stood by you, cared for your children as if they were her own, bore the weight of your home while you and Jake were too blind to see. And when she cried for help, did you listen?”

Neytiri swallowed thickly, her head bowing in shame.

Mo’at exhaled, her voice softer now, but still firm. “Until you understand what you have done, until you know the pain you have caused her and my grandson, you will never find them.”

And with that, she says no more. She had spoken the truth, and though Jake and Neytiri were furious, neither of them could argue or muster a rebuttal. Deep down, they know they had failed you. They had failed Lo’ak. And now, it was too late to fix their mistakes.

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Hunter's Prize

Pairing: Yautja OC x human fem reader x dark aged-up Neteyam

Words: 8K

Summary: The arrival of a rival alien to Pandora's strange world threatens the balance of all life on this planet – including yours. But a dangerous creature from other worlds isn't the only predator you'll find yourself fighting for your life to escape.

Warnings: Aged-up character, NSFW, predator/prey play, threesome, nipple play, spit roasting, P in V, creampie, oral sex (fem and male receiving), deepthroating, both men being aggressive and possessive over reader (yandere), alien genitalia, size kink, size difference, human x Yautja, human x Na'vi.

Notes: After a month and a half of writing and fighting for my life against depression and writer's block, I present this masterpiece... that I'm half convinced sucks.

Credits: Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and support banners. Credit to @saradika-graphics for the divider.

Na'vi Translation:

Talioang: Sturmbeest

Oeyä poe muntxate: She is my mate

Sìltsan, ma oeyä lor muntxate: Good job, my beautiful mate

Eywa, tìtxur oe ting: Eywa, give me strength

Yawne: Beloved

Yautja Translation:

Th'syra: Skull

Kiande Amedha: Exomorph/hard meat

Sain'ja: Warrior

Ooman: Human

Ooman-di: Human woman/women

A'ket'anu: Beautiful

Guan Nrak’ytara: Goddess of dreams

Ell-osde' pauk: Fuck you

This small, bright planet was strange and confusing to Ta'ashka. The landscape so much more vibrant with glowing and moving life than compared to the dry dessert atmosphere of Yautja Prime. Everything was alive in some capacity, moving with life and throwing off his biohelmet's scanning ability, leaving the skilled hunter to fend for himself to matter how many different visual spectrums he scanned through.

The game here were large and a challenge to kill, it takes double the normal amount of time for Ta'ashka to hunt a single creature as others in it's species would come to assist the injured animal, doubling the thrill of the taking down such interesting beasts and earning Ta'ashka many new th'syra to his ever growing collection.

A part of Ta'ashka begrudgingly admits somewhere deep in his mind that Dark was right about this disgustingly bright moon, it was a unique landscape that challenged even the most seasoned of warriors to successfully catch a desirable game, even hunting for food was harder than he originally imagined as his very presence seemed to set the entire planet on edge, all active prey and fruitful foliage disappearing almost overnight from the moment his ship landed.

This land was strange, more alive and conscious than any other planet Ta'ashka has resided. If he didn't know himself better, he would believe the unease settling lowly in his slightly empty stomach would be mistake for fear, a sensation Ta'ashka hasn't felt since he was a fledging Youngblood in search of the perfect kiande amedha to mark him as a fully Blooded warrior. Ta'ashka's mandibles flared under his helmet at the thought, what a ridiculous notice.

And the aliens on this plant were... unlike anything Ta'ashka has seen in his many lifetimes traveling the galaxy. Their tall stature and toughened bones covered in lithe muscles make them worthy prey to hunt, some of them even identifying themselves as sain'ja from their impressively carved bows and expertly sharpened knife they hand craft. Training themselves to accomplish a dangerous climb to catch one of Ta'ashka's favorite appearing predator. A massive flying creature with rows of teeth, sharp talons, a ferocious hiss, and a intriguing knack for desiring to kill their future rider.

A shiver never fails to trail down Ta'ashka's spine at the prospect of getting his claws on those winged beasts.

Their specific azure blue skin, long whip like tail for balance, and disturbingly bright glowing dots accenting their bodies were interesting at best, but the thick braid with moving tendrils at the end was a oddity Ta'ashka could not wrap his head around, the ritual of wrapping the pink, wiggling ending around the silken portion of a tree was unfathomable and stupid to leave one's self so vulnerable to the impressive predators lurking through the land.

The most Ta'ashka could detect was that they were nerve endings, a connection of sorts to the plant and animal life around them, and in certain instances they would connect to each other. It wasn't solely sexual, though Ta'ashka has bare witness to several matings between the different sexes of this species, the bond in question wasn't only made when mating and Ta'ashka was astonished to discover that occasionally they would connect in casual conversations or quiet moments between two individuals.

They were an odd race for that, Ta'ashka concluded. Such a deeply emotional bond was not needed for Yautja to procreate, many of his species didn't find a life mate out of choice of keeping their freedom and independence, more willing to perform the more rough and dominant filled mating to fulfill the planet wide practice of keeping the species alive. It's been a long time since Ta'ashka has heard of mating out of love within his Clan, not totally unheard of, but still it's a rarer sight to see. A sensation of such a powerful emotion driven by a need to constantly be by somebody's side was a experience Ta'ashka never imagined he would feel.

And yet here he is, lower mandibles clicking in thought under his bio-mask, his light crystal blue eyes narrowing in on a small form scurrying around in the underbrush. His head tilts to the right at a little sound it makes when it trips over a overgrown root, the hint of grey shading over his long tresses are seen from the corner of his eye as the rubbery tendrils cover his vision of his left side for just a moment before it falls back into place.

It was a intriguing discovery to learn that oomans had found their way off their miniscule planet and have found a new source of interest in this sickenly peaceful moon. Ta'ashka had his fair share of oddly funny and daring interactions with oomans on Earth centuries ago when he was commanded to take the role of Clan Leader from his Matriarch, something he begrudgingly went along with at the time and has yet to allow his oldest friend and leader wrangle him into Clan Eldership rank just yet. The idea of becoming an Elder and losing his freedom to these types of soul freeing excursions made his lower mandibles flare in anger and his eyes widen in fear.

Ta'ashka shakes his head out of those all consuming thoughts, his head dipping further to the side out of curiosity to the creature walking on the pathway he's perched high above on one of the many impressive tree branches dangling over it's head. It's a ooman-di that he watches, a fascinating creature that has enraptured his attention for weeks now, an obsession that doesn't seem to want to fade away anytime soon.

You were a... different sight to Ta'ashka's eyes, something he couldn't place in the many years he's lived. The funny nature of your features almost pleasing for him to look at, even staring at you creates a pooling of desire that settles lowly in his stomach into his heavy loins. You were a scientist of your race, an intelligent and studious researcher of the odd plant life of this strange little moon, you seemed diligent and in weird sense of the word, you were brave. Stupid but courageous.

You were brave and intelligent, but like most oomans, you were beyond oblivious to the looming predator watching your every move, the dark gaze that watches you at night when you finally rest and stalks you all throughout your busy day in replacement to actually doing the thing he traveled lightyears to achieve. The skull of a Na'vi.

It was a ever present pressing thought that plagued Ta'ashka's mind at the prospect of actually hunting one of the inhabitants, despite what many believed, the Yautja do not hunt the Na'vi as sport as much as they would like. They're a resilient race of people that don't take kindly to unnecessary killings, and will slaughter those that do such things. That fact usually excites any Yautja that hears how willingly such a skilled species of worthy prey are to defend themselves, but the act of actually successfully killing a Na'vi was much harder than originally thought of, and it would only cause a war to ensure against the Yautja if it occurred too often.

A silent agreement was made among the higher ranks, on certain planets when the risk of killing a native inhabitant could cause a potential conflict bigger than the hunting party or individual was planning for, they would avoid the natives to hunt the local wildlife. It wasn't the masses favorite decision, many accusing the Elders of creating a cowardly way out to dealing with a self made problem. But all oppossing voices were silenced shortly after speaking, so the issue was dropped.

But another issue arose to the forefront of Ta'ashka's mind at the prospect of killing a indigenous of this planet, that you... would be quite upset. You were close to the strangely colored aliens; very close. From the prospective of Ta'ashka's observation, you were bethrothed to be mated with the youngest son of the clan chief, a rather bold Na'vi that captured your attention over the lustful eyes of others, and now Ta'ashka could only imagine your reaction if you learned your alien lover was killed and beheaded by someone like him.

The dark quills lining Ta'ashka's body stand on end at the satisfying thought of winning you by completely destroying your future mate, proving to you just how much better of a mate he would to you with such an incredible show of strength and skill to kill a rather hardheaded and bold warrior like your bethrothed. It would be the ultimate show of affection, a loud show of care if only your delicate self could see it for what it was. But you and your tranquil ways would not see his proud claims of endearment as anything more than an act of war; one you quite possibly could be killed in if Ta'ashka wasn't careful enough.

The all imposing thoughts of winning you was distracting to the Yautja slowly and mindlessly stalking you through the thick tree branches winding above you, your little self unaware to the dangerous world around you as your eyes are glued to the piece of technology in your hands. You stop for a moment when your small, uncoordinated hands fumble your pad while reaching for something in the bag slung around your shoulders, an adorable curse leaving your lips as you bend down to collect the scattered items.

Ta'ashka's upper mandibles lift in a soft smile as he watches you grumble and complain about this insignificant incident while continuing to drop the items you gathered as you overfill your short arms with all the items you're desperate to put back into your satchel. His attention is fully focused on you, eyes trained to no other form but your own and his natural instincts to always be environmentally aware are slipping from his conscious as the slowly creeping body of the Na'vi warrior hunting him from across the way goes unnoticed for far too long.

It's soul binding the moment Ta'ashka feels their heavy gaze, every muscle locking and sharp eyes flaring in sudden awareness as the Na'vi resting on the branches level to him glares at the refracting of light happening a walking path away from him. Ta'ashka takes in what little details he could from his peripheral vision, the familiar build of an imposing warrior with skills that rival even that of his younger brother and building power of his commanding father. The eldest son of the clan chief, heir to the clan and all it's people.

The warrior's bow was in his four fingered hands, taunt bowstring pulled back by years of muscle instincts as the poisonous tip of his arrow was knotched and aimed for Ta'ashka's chest. The hard outline of a scowl paints the Prince's face in a harsh war face, pointed ears laying back against his skull as the whip of his tail lashes out behind him, his kneeling form stable on the branch he's perched on as he flaunts the years of training his muscles hold in their stiff but ready form.

Ta'ashka had to admit, this particular Na'vi was a sight to behold when he so dared, an impressive front with skills to balance the look. Ta'ashka takes a moment to settle in his mind that he'll give this prey a fairer fight than most, this warrior seemed worth the trouble. The very tips of Ta'ashka's claws gently tap at the screen around his forearm, taking away the deceiving layer of cloaking that wasn't good enough to fool this Na'vi, revealing his large, crouching body to the alien so keen for a fight.

Admittedly Ta'ashka was taken aback when not a sound was uttered from the prey he faces. Usually their was a obnoxious symphony of gasps and shouts at his form, sounds that are mere squeaks compares to the shrieks of terror that occur when his bio-mask is removed. Yet the eldest son did nothing but harden his gaze, knuckles turning a light blue at the tightening grip he has on his hand carved bow.

The warrior's gaze is unwavering, steadfast in their cold piercing into Ta'ashka's thickened skin. But it falters, the honey of his eyes drifting down to linger on your busy self counting your newly gathered items to ensure you've gathered it all. His resilient stance loosening for a moment as his stare finds your small body appearing even tinier now that you're kneeling in the tall grass. But as quickly as his eyes drift they're back to their original place on the Yautja flared position preparing to launch off this branch if necessary.

A fleeting moment of realization comes flooding back to Ta'ashka memories, igniting a searing jealousy in his barreling chest. It wasn't only the second son of the chief that had an intrigued gaze settled on you, for a long time it was the eldest son that had your attention until you eventually chose the youngest of the two. And the eldest didn't take the rejection from his favorite object all to well, threatening to kill his brother then himself if you didn't chose him instead, it physically took three people to drag him away from you. Such a pathetically desperate little boy wanting his obsessive toy to play over.

The sounds of muffled but still audible rapid clicking fills the air, Ta'ashka's shoulders shaking from the force of his laugh. So the young warrior chooses death this day? What a pleasant thought, now Ta'ashka can finally hunt a prey willing to put in some effort. The eldest son's lips peel back over his pointed canines, flashing his sharp fangs in a throaty snarl, challenging Ta'ashka's amusement. Ta'ashka matches the Na'vi's opposing hiss with his own thundering growl, his tresses trembling by the sides of his face from the sheer force of the rumbling traveling through his body.

Both creatures hold their poised positions glaring at each other, the lashing of a tail and the twitching of claws counting the microseconds as the air tenses, pulling the imaginary string tighter and tighter until one of them finally snaps. Both men are too focused on the other, so prepared to rip the other's throat out with their bare teeth they lose focus of their prize entirely, both being caught off guard at the loud gasp that fills the suddenly quiet evening air. The pair of aliens shift their gaze down to your cowaring form crawl for all preservation of life backwards on your elbows and heels of your feet, glassy eyes rapidly flicking between the two massive forms hovering above you.

In seconds you're stumbling to turn around, snatching your dirty, half open satchel off the ground and are digging your little feet into the soft dirt to prepel you forward, sprinting in any clear and random direction to get away from the hunter's seeking their prize.

Neither warrior needs to look at each other to know whatever strange deal they've now made, Ta'ashka leaps from his branch and hits the ground running after your small figure as the leaves above are disturbed by the heavy weight of the Na'vi swinging from limb to limb follows after you.

It was silent but known. A bittersweet deal not even your pretty little self could comprehend.

Their ever move emanated the same repetitive thought: May the best hunter win his prize.

It's eerie how silent the world has become to your muffled ears. The once tranquil, vibrant forest around has been silenced, no animal calls out it's existence and no bug dares to create even a flutter of sound as you weave past their little homes as fast as your body would allow. Your ears feel like they're filled with water, echoing the pained pants resounding through your wheezing lungs as you sprint in this erratic zigzag pattern to confuse whatever's chasing you deeper into Pandora's thick jungle.

Your chest squeezes in on itself for just a moment at how painfully fast your heart is beating, your throat becoming raw and dry from the quickened breathes you're taking as droplets of sweat blur your vision, stinging your eyes from how concentrated you are on running that you've forgotten to wipe the dripping sweat collecting down your body. Your legs scream for mercy from the pounding they're taking carrying you through harder and harder terrain to slow down the monstrous creates following closely behind you, but you can't stop – won't stop now.

It's unnatural what you saw, a menacing creature too hardheaded to stop where it's going, stalking you day and night to seek an answer it already knows. And now there's a new alien you've never seen before chasing after you with Neteyam. A shiver covers your skin at the thought of Neteyam, a Na'vi you once considered your best friend now the last being you would ever want to be left alone with has confirmed the nightmare you warned Lo'ak he would become. A part of you knew deep down he would never give up until he had you, until death do you part isn't an option in his dark mind, and now you're stuck living his cruelest fantasy come to life as you run like your life depends on it. Your life does depend on it.

The new creature was imposing in appearance but made all the more terrifying as it began to chase you without so much as a warning. You've never seen anything like it, a fact that would normal intrigue your scientific mind if it wasn't for the fact that you believe this thing wants to possibly eat you right now. For a brief moment you consider stop running and confront this new creature, possibly reason for your life or maybe, if you're truly lucky, you could sic it's brutish form on Neteyam and pray the odds bend in your favorite. And somehow, given how sickenly determined it appeared to look at you the moment Neteyam laid eyes you, you knew it would work.

But there was no guarantee that it would work, there's never been any solid guarantees in your life for years now, and this was not the moment you test fate. Your 'training' with Lo'ak on how to hunt and forage the sustainable things of the land were never fruitful as his lessons always ended in him bending you into whatever position he liked, but Neteyam taught you. He taught you how to navigate the forest no matter where you were as his little way of building quality time and trust between the two of you in his early stages of quiet courting, which is why you now you know how to evade the dangers of the waterfall you've been herded to and veer off the pathway nearly a mile ago now.

You can only hope that the sudden detour was enough to slow down or confuse either of these persistent hunters for just a few fleeting moments to give a small amount of buffer room between them and you. It's a absolute, unarguable thing that they are letting you 'get away' as a joke to the phrase, you knew Neteyam could catch you in an instant and no creature covered in that many skulls could be slow enough to be out ran by a human. But still you hope. You hope and you run like hell fire is nipping at your heels as you draw closer and closer to the outskirts of the Omatikaya territory with every passing seconds.

You want to scream for help, to alert anyone close by that you're in danger and in need of help, a far off dream of your future mother-in-law hearing you and dealing with her wayward golden child and his new hunting buddy was enough fuel to push you forward just a little more. Oh how you want to find Lo'ak wandering through the trees with Spider hot on his heels so you can climb into his open embrace and hide from the darkening world around you, to feel him cradle you close as he tells off his brother and new pet for their awful behavior. But your call for help is cut short by your every wheezing pant, your exo-pack just barely able to keep up with your rapid breathing to provide the filter oxygen you so desperately need to survive.

The only option for help is to stop running, to stop all attempts at escape long enough for your tired and burning lungs to gather any and all air available so you can make your possible endeavor at getting rescued from the monsters that have been chasing you for what feels like hours now. You're sticky from sweat and achey all over, every portion of your being begging to stop, and yet you keep going. The adrenaline coursing through your veins is so strong that you couldn't stop now even if you wanted to.

You spare a quick glance over your shoulder to survey the land behind you, seeing nothing but empty, lush landscape that seems completely undisturbed by nothing but your flailing self trampling through the forest like a blind talioang. You know not to trust it, that there's no plausible way you outran a Na'vi and... a whatever that other thing is, but you have to now, there's no other choice or better place to stop than right here on the very edge of the Omatikaya territory.

Your barefeet throb from the pounding they've taken on the rocky, stick covered ground of the forest floor, wailing with the rest of your body for a break from the torture you've put yourself under. And you can feel it now, the adrenaline wearing off into sluggish limbs and uncoordinated steps that lead you into a trap your human eyes could have never detected. Your legs are snatched right out from under you before your brain can process what happened, a blanket of leaves and glowing moss sticks to your skin as the cold wire of a metal net tightens around you, the colorful world surrounding you blurs into a kaleidoscope of bioluminescent patterns that pulse through your strained eyes and into your aching head.

Through the gut turning swinging, the barely discerning blob of a azure figure swings into view, hunting knife in hand as the sharp blade flies through the air at a flick of his wrist, but is unsuccessful cutting through the strangely strong metal as it bounces haphazardly off the wire. Neteyam snarls through bares teeth at the abstract movement of light that flicks until a looming black figure manifests behind you, a subtle twist of it's arms sends it's two pronged wristblade cleanly through the metal wiring holding you suspended in the air.

Your raw, dry throat doesn't allow a single sound to leave your heaving chest as you silently scream when it's strong, scaley arms wrap around you just before you can tumble to the ground, the sharp tips of it's dangerously sharp claws gently grazes your skin as it sheds the metal wiring still clinging to your form. You want to protest it's strong hold on you, but the moment Neteyam begins to inch forward towards the beast holding you, you can't help but cling to it out of fear of the dark, sinister pool that is Neteyam's eyes when he rakes that cold, shivering gaze down your fragile body.

"Oeyä poe muntxate!" Neteyam growls towards the creature holding you, his knife in hand, razor shape blade facing his enemy as his body crouches down in the same fashion the being cradling you is doing, both men poised to perfection in their position to kill each other over your unwilling captivity between the two aliens.

From deep within the chest of the creature holding you, a rumbling voice so deep and gravely comes out from behind it's mask, shaking you apart from the instant fear it demanded from your body. "Ta'ashka's... trap captures... Ta'ashka's... prize."

Your fear strickened form trembles against the barreling chest that you're pinned against, quivering lips barely contain the little sob you let out, not even the radiating heat emanating off of Ta'ashka's unnaturally warm body could chase away the cold shiver trembling through your body. Through the blurrying of your tears, you can see the visible tightening in Neteyam's body as he prepares to strike, his bunny like ears that you once would play with as a means to annoy him disappear from how far back they're laid against his skull, another full body shiver coursing through you at the roaring hiss he retaliates with.

Faster than you can comprehend, Neteyam's got your lower half in his arms, gripping you so painfully tight in his overpowering grip that your bones feel as if they're complaining under the strain. Ta'ashka growling response vibrates in your eardrums as he tries to pull you out of Neteyam's greedy hold, yanking your upper half further away from Neteyam's grappling hands making their way up your body. You're tossed back and forth between their hulking forms as if you were a doll two little children were fighting over who gets to play with you first.

It was clear from the fact that you haven't been ripped in two yet that neither warrior wanted to harm you, that they intended keep you and harboring you in their embrace away from the rest of the world as soon as possible. It's almost concerning that neither of them have actively tried to kill each other yet, that their goal of waving you like a flag captured in a game was more of a prize than taking out the competition all together.

The hot sting of bile rises in the back of your throat when your mind lingers too long on the ideas of what Neteyam might do to you if he finally gets you alone, no help or battle of dominance to distract him from the sickenly dark fantasies he's collected just for you to finally unfold before him with you trapped in the black center of it all. It scared you even more to image what this creatures named Ta'ashka planned for you, what disgusting alien rituals would occur if you were left to the demise of whatever his otherworldly mind could conjure, and if you would be truly alone if he sought out to share you with others of his kind.

A string of curses leaves Neteyam's mouth as Ta'ashka knocks one of his legs out from under him in a surprisingly graceful sweeping kick for something so bulky and large as himself. Neteyam's hold on you doesn't relent as he pulls your lower half with him as his left leg gives out, your hips are shoved to be bracketed by Neteyam's strong thighs as he tries to use his body weight to pin you under him and away from Ta'ashka's never relenting hold on your upper body.

Ta'ashka follows the swift movement to the ground, still keeping his huge bicep wrapped around your ribs as he faces off against Neteyam on his knees, ever so confident as he screams out another shrill battle cry directly into Neteyam's face, equally as unfazed of his foe when Neteyam hisses out a snarl in turn. It's in this moment that you feel it, the dreaded hard press of Neteyam's impressive bulge sticking into the plush curve of your ass, it throbs at the subtle friction of your body being jerked back and forth between the two aliens, and you're frightened when you feel yourself clenching at the sensation.

Directly in front of you – the only sight you can see from your awkward position kneeling on your hands and knees in between the two beasts – is the heart stopping sight of a human skull decorating the front of Ta'ashka's loincloth like a pretty, polish belt buckle. But not even the size of the skull could take away from the all consuming outline of his terrifyingly massive cock tenting the fabric of his dark maroon loincloth, pressing dangerously close to your face when Ta'ashka jerks forward at some sudden movement Neteyam has caused. And you're even more terrified when you feel the pooling of saliva on your tongue at the sight.

You couldn't possibly be attracted to this situation... Could you? You fearfully question yourself as just seconds ago you were running for your life and now you're contemplating the odd bubbling of desire settling so deeply in your stomach you can feel the pulse of it in between your thighs. Something about the idea of two incredibly powerful warriors of two completely different races than yours so visible wanton for you, willing to hunt you down and grapple over who gets to possess you wholly sends little zaps of tingling want down your spine, prickling your skin at every rough contact of their skin against yours.

Through your hazing lust filled thoughts, you feel the buzz of your body still coursing adrenaline through your veins, amplified by the now growing stillness around you as neither warrior has moved to tug or manhandle you for a long pause. The deafening sound of your panting filtered through your exopack rings in your ears, only growing stronger when you hear the companioned breathing of the men hovering over you.

Risking everything you've put on the line, you peek up to look at Ta'ashka's panting stomach through your lashes, feeling and hearing the vibration of his low growl at the scent of your arousal coating the air. Slowly peering over your shoulder, Neteyam is bracketing your lower half in between his strong thighs, not helping the pulsing between your thighs at the sight of Neteyam's head resting back on his neck, nostrils flaring as he scents your sweet desire off the thick air, the loud rumbling of his purrs causes your thighs to clench together.

You can feel the presence of the wicked smile that takes over Neteyam's features, his bruising grip loosening so his hands are free to caress the battered skin of your thighs, squeezing at the supple flesh of your much smaller and pliable body. The crisp sound of you sucking in air through your exopack becomes increasingly louder as Neteyam's hands travel around, every micro movement he does against your body not going unnoticed by you or Ta'ashka as the big beast watches on as Neteyam grabs at the plush of your asscheeks and squeezes them harshly.

You should be fighting, thrashing and clawing and finding a way to bite if necessary to get away, but you don't – you can't. You've cursed yourself and the curiosity you've always had over your former best friend, your fear being your only saving grace that swept you into Lo'ak's open arms when things got too tough. But you can never deny how badly you wanted to feel his touch, how many times you've imagined his long fingers venturing down in between your thighs to tease the embarrassing large wet patch on your loincloth like he is right now.

The chortle you received from both men at the unashamed gasp you let out when the calloused tips of Neteyam's fingers circle over your clothes clit causing your legs to immediately snap shut, trapping Neteyam's hand in it's place against your dripping cunt. Neteyam's other hand pets your back like you were an irritated cat in need of soothing, "Sìltsan, ma oeyä lor muntxate. You just keep me exactly where you want me."

You wish your legs weren't pinned under his weight or else you'd kick him in his ribs, an action that would only draw you deeper into his amused torment. The deep scowl written across your face at the mocking coos Neteyam is calling to you is wiped away instantly when the otherworldly touch of sharp claws teasing at the skin of your breasts as Ta'ashka cups the plump mounds in his enormous hands, kneading at silkened flesh with a reverent touch.

It's much easier to look at the battle scratched surface of Ta'ashka's mask now that his steel grip on your waist has been replaced with his exploratory touch on your breasts, being careful to not cut your skin with his long claws as his pinches your perked nipples between his fingertips. Your arms once trapped between Ta'ashka's thighs to ensure I didn't push him away are now free to wrap around the muscular mass of his thick thighs, unintentionally pushing your ass higher in the air for Neteyam's viewing as your mask bumps the skull on Ta'ashka's belt.

Ta'ashka tilts his head at the soft noise of pleasure you made at his sudden pinch, immediately repeating the motion as he rolls your pebbled buds until a whine you didn't even try to control bubbles out of you. Ta'ashka responses to your little whine with a chitter of his own, one hand moving off your chest long enough to push your tangled hair out of your face, tilting your chin up to meet the dead gaze of his mask. "A'ket'anu."

You slow blink at the growled alien word that came from deep within Ta'ashka's chest, but not even the language barrier could stop the instantaneous blanket of goosebumps that cover your body, slow blinking eyes closing to savour the synchronized throbbing of your clit to his ever roll of your nipples in his hold. A rapid chittering is Ta'ashka's show of amusement at your reaction, choosing to shower you with another phrase in his language you won't ever understand, "Guan Nrak’ytara."

Your goosebumps are chased away by the scolding heat of embarrassment that washes through you when the limited amount of clothing you have on are stripped away without care, carefully handcrafted beads strung together by your bethrothed are ripped off your neck by Ta'ashka's sharp claws as Neteyam's hunting knife shreds your beautifully dyed loincloth. The searing of your shame is furthered by Neteyam's mocking laugh as his rough thumb parts your folds, soaking his finger almost instantly from how wet you are.

"Eywa, tìtxur oe ting..." he moans, long canines digging into his bottom lip as he gathers your slick to glide over your needy clit, thumbpad covering the entirety of your clit and it's little protective hood as he lightly presses down on the bundle of nerves until you elicit the same whimpers you've made for Ta'ashka for Neteyam to consume. "Fuck Yawne, you're so small, like my very own sweet treat just dripping to be devoured."

An insult rests on the tip of your tongue, a comeback degrading Neteyam for being so needy for a woman that doesn't even want him, but the phrase is snatched from your mouth the moment the wet warmth of Neteyam's mouth suctioning onto your cunt, the width of the scolding heat of his textured tongue laps over your clit and hole in one lick, bringing stars across your vision as he moves to repeat the action and stop to give your clit a sucking kiss. Your legs tremble in Neteyam's hands as he continues to devour you like a man starved, groaning around your aching bud so earnestly you could become convince you're the best meal he's ever had.

You fight to stay silent, unwilling to admit how tightly your stomach is knotting or how desperately good his mouth feel against your aching pussy, but lose your already lost battle when he circles your throbbing clit around the tip of his tongue like he would play with a piece of candy. "Oh fuck..." you wheeze, sinking your nails into Ta'ashka's thickened scales as you finally allow yourself to rock back against Neteyam's tongue, being rewarded with the wide muscle of Neteyam's tongue pushing into your quivering hole in a slow massage of your gummy walls. "Oh fuck, I hate you."

Neteyam pops off your cunt for just a brief moment, licking your slick off his lips like he was a cat caught eating cream, "Hmm, I know." he replies, before pushing your ass higher in the air to expose you more for his searing mouth to gorge himself on.

"You son of a–" Ta'ashka catches your chin between his fingers before you could look over your shoulder at Neteyam again, craving your gaze on him so the small camera in his helmet can capture every flicker of your pleasure filled expressions for his viewing experience later on when he has to inevitably leave you and this planet behind.

Your eyes never cease to amaze Ta'ashka as he watches them turn wide with want and curiosity whenever they lay themselves on him, your soft features captivating beyond any galaxy he has ever visited when your big doe eyes glance down at the bulging of his loincloth, the once fear of the skull he proudly decorates his belt with now turned to mindless need to know what lies underneath. The points of his claws are almost delicate against your so easily marred flesh, never leaving the soft structure of your face as his free hand tries and fails to hide how desperate he is to free himself of his suffocating loincloth, savagely ripping the cloth off his hips.

Your tiny gasp is lost in the loud snarl Ta'ashka let's out at the feeling of his fat cock finally able to fully unsheathe itself and fall to lay heavy and slick on his thigh. The much thinner skin of his cock is littered in veins that glow ever so lightly from his pumping neon blood that's only causing the need he has for release to increase, a gnawing deep in his gut threatening to tear through his stomach in anticipation as you stare down at his cock in awe, unmoving as you process the sheer size of his twitching length sitting directly in front of your face.

The sharp tip of Ta'ashka's claw teases over the edge of your mask, the rubbery tendrils framing his masked face begin to dangle in front of your field of vision as Ta'ashka hunches over your form, setting the cold steel of his mask just a breath away from your face. "Open..." he groans, a sound that floods Neteyam's mouth even more with your slick, a demand so simple yet undeniable that you immediately move to obey.

As your lips part to take in a deep breath, Ta'ashka is already loosening the straps keeping your exopack in place, slowly pulling the glass covering off your face with a soft hiss. It was the best revelation to ever grace Ta'ashka's eyes, your unobstructed features ever so welcoming and otherworldly in nature, so eager and desperate and whiney as Neteyam moans into ever torturous lick he does against your dripping pussy. You follow the gentle guidance of Ta'ashka's rough thumbpad pushing down on your bottom lip, opening your mouth as wide as you possibly can for Ta'ashka to guide his wet and pulsing cock into your willing mouth.

The tang of salt and a unique pepper like earth taste coats your tongue as Ta'ashka pushes his leaking tips past your lips, savouring every curious lick of your tongue trying to fight the foreign sensation, a unexpected shudder wracks through Ta'ashka's body as the tip of your tongue glides over his slit, a unattended tease to such a sensitive area to the mighty Yautja warrior fighting to regain his control as your small throat sucks him further and further into the wet heat of your mouth inviting him in.

Your jaw already has begun to ache as your mouth is stretched wide to welcome the long intrusion that is Ta'ashka's twitching cock leaking down your throat already. Your want clouded mind is hazed with the heavy weight of Ta'ashka's cock nestled snuggly on your tongue as his girthy tip barely grazes the back of your throat, your stomach twisting with desire when the rumbling of his moan vibrates above you.

A soft whine leaves your throat when Neteyam pops off your cunt, lingering the burning pleasure of your building orgasm behind as further punishment for making him wait for so long. You can feel the kneading grip Neteyam has on your hips and ass, pulling your hips back to feel the hard flesh of his newly freed, pulsing cock springing up to fall in between your slick coated thighs, prominent veins decorating his length rub against your cunt as he slowly parts your sticky folds, nudging his precum soaked tip against your overly sensitive clit, coating his cock in the slick mixture of his spit and your juices.

Neteyam's abrupt yank on your body into his unintentionally pulls your mouth off of Ta'ashka's cock, saturating the air with the shrill clinks from Ta'ashka warning the Na'vi behind you. Both warriors glare at each other, sharp teeth and gleaming fangs flashing at one another until Neteyam breaks the tense scowling to scoff, "Be grateful I'm sharing and I'm even allowing you to have her mouth," Neteyam warns.

Taking the distraction he caused, Neteyam slowly begins rocking his thick tip past your tight entrance, the suffocating squeeze of your gummy walls clench in protest of the burning stretch of his length splitting you open. A pained whine vibrates around Ta'ashka's cock, drawing the creature's gaze from where your being impaled to pull out of your mouth, immediately bringing your mask back down over your face to allow you to take in a much needed breath of air. "Ah! Fuck– Teyam!" you whine, unsure of yourself if in this moment you're scolding him or begging for more.

Neteyam coos at your pleads, reveling in the little moans you let out when his thumb finds your clit once again, circling the little nub until your small body relaxes enough to welcome the full length of his girthy cock to the hilt. Neteyam's head falls forward to gaze as the most beautiful sight his cynical eyes have ever seen, the pure bliss of your tiny pussy stretched wide and shiny with need around his cock is more than enough to pull an appreciative purr from his chest. "Because after tonight, every hole she has is mine."

Ta'ashka takes care to be gentle with your mask when he pulls it off your face once again, soothing you with his own rumbling purrs. The widened nature of your eyes mimics that of a hopeless prey too much for Ta'ashka's instincts to bare, being more rough than he knows he should when he thrusts his cock back down your throat with such an anguished urge to claim you as his. A mark so deep he prays to ever god he knows that you'll taste him on your tongue forever.

Ta'ashka looks into the darkened gold of Neteyam's wicked eyes as you swallow his cock whole without complaint, "Ell-osde' pauk."

Your stuffy ears can just make out the synchronized roar of snarls that follow whatever presumed insult Ta'ashka had thrown Neteyam's way, neither of the two quite willing to let go of your soft body to grapple out their desire to possess you wholly. The commanding heat your body provides surrounding their cocks is enough to incapacity any creature on this planet or the next, searing greed bubbling deeply into their body as they begin taking anything and everything you're satin form is willing to give them.

Your lungs burn with the need for air, raw throat stuffed with Ta'ashka's leaking cock muffles the sounds Neteyam's deep thrusts are drawing out of your already wrecked hole. The sensitive peaks of your nipples have been twisted and pulled on until they're numb and stinging with pleasure, your mouth has begun to overflow with your saliva and Ta'ashka's precum flowing from the corners of yours lips and down your neck, hoarse throat relaxed enough for the girthy heat of Ta'ashka's cock to easily slip down your throat with ease. There's a tinge of animalisticness to him as he fucks your throat, a taste of what could be and a experience that'll never happen again, a sorrowful thing to mourn but is instead driven in a hollow claim that Ta'ashka knows will never last. But it is an implication not even Neteyam could take away from him.

Your clit is swollen with how it's been continuously abused in hopes it'll prolong this ever lasting moment Neteyam is bound to make of this, your pussy's so wet with your combined juices that a constant string of obnoxiously slick sounds coats the sex heated air at every punishing thrusts he gives. The heavy tip of Neteyam's cock rests on that sweet spot nestled deep in side you, reaching so deeply that you swear he's fucking your womb at this point, determined to make you unneeding and unwanting of anything but him from now on, to wreck you so intensely that you'll never have a passing thought of your former lover ever again.

The bulging of Ta'ashka's heavy balls begin to draw up where they're resting against your chin, a shadow of the electrifying burn of pleasure making it's way through your body, numb limbs not even able to support your own weight anymore as all your mind and body could focus on is the tightening of your core around Neteyam's relentless rocking, a part of your brain demands to pull away from him and rip his hands off your body, that allowing such a sweet release to occur with someone you loathe so much is forbidden in ever way. But you're beyond forbidden, and you're beyond forgiveness as your rapacious need for release washes over you.

All that you know is sex in this moment. The smell of sex and sweat filling your nose along with the natural scent of the ravenous beasts encompassing you. The sounds of wet, slick skin slapping into each other mingles together with the pants and growls and moans emanating out of all three of you. The contrasts of their body's clinging to you as they take all they can overwhelms your tired mind, body weak and hungry for a release you shouldn't want; a type of release you've never have before.

The flood of seed flowing down your throat from Ta'ashka's twitching cock masks your loud cry as you cum around Neteyam's cock, creating a thick cream ring to form on his hilt, the evidence of your orgasm streams down his abdomen and thighs like a dirty painting needing to be covered, a secret you know he'll mock you for later on and until the end of time; or until your days number out. Neteyam's own amusement doesn't last very long as his own orgasm comes crashing through him, not even bothering to cum any other place but your sticky cunt, painting your walls white with his seed he prays will stick.

It seemed to all be over in an instant.

The dripping sweat that never cease has now dried into a cold shiver that won't go away. No rough scales or velvet skin is touching you, no razor like claws or sharp teeth threatening to cut or bite your skin, not a hiss or chitter can make it to your stuffed up ears as you lay in the darkness of your mind. You're alone on a bed of leaves, the glow of night just barely shining behind your eyes to show some time has past, the exopack sitting securely on your face is almost a distraction from the burning in your throat and in between your thighs.

They're gone.

A thrill of delight shivers down your spine, relief pricking at your eyes that freedom is just at the tips of your fingers. One single bath and a snack will have you on your way to your bethrothed once again and you'll find solace in forgetting your mistakes in his arms.

In the far distance, just in range for your little human ears to hear... There's a call, quick and high pitch like of a hunter luring it's prey, or a Na'vi calling on it's steed.

Following closely after is a shrill clicking, a rumbling purr of something not of this planet. A predator seeking it's prey out of it's hiding, or a warrior signaling it's closeness to it's target.

A single tear drips from your closed eyelid to fall down onto your temple and into your hair at the unwantingly familiar calls.

This hunt is far from over.

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