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i really wish we saw more of the different clans interacting before the battle of the hallelujah mountains
where did everyone sleep? did they tell stories around the fire? how many hunters went out to feed everyone and did they argue on how to hunt given the different methods from different tribes?? did the tsahiks of each clan speak to one another at all?
I'm not sure if you do request but i have an idea and I love your writing so I thought of the best person for this would be you.
What if Tsu'tey had a mate who was left after he died but she is like Jake. After a while she was blessed with the chance at other time of love by Eywa and Tsu'tey in the afterlife. Tsu'tey told her to trust in Tarsem and that he was the one who would heal her and love like he did when he was alive.
What a lovely request; thank you so much for sending it! I cried writing this:') Hope you’ll enjoy it, too! 🩶
Away from Earth at last. A new body, a new mission which took a drastic turn no one expected, and with it, a new love…
In the end, you weren’t as lucky as Jake, though, and your love was ripped away from you before it could blossom fully.
Sitting at the base of the Tree of Souls, knees drawn to your chest self-soothingly, your kuru is already connected to the pulsing, glowing tendrils. The bioluminescent filaments wrap around you like gentle fingers, pulling your consciousness into Eywa’s embrace.
Again. Always.
The clan has stopped asking where you go. They see the hollows under your eyes, the way your Avatar body—now your real body—moves slower each day. You eat when someone, mostly Jake or Neytiri, presses food into your hands. You sleep when exhaustion finally claims you.
But most of your waking hours are spent here, in the quiet glow, chasing echoes of him.
And as always since he died, Tsu’tey waits for you in the light with open arms.
“Ma Tsu’tey,” you whisper, melting into his embrace as soon as you reach him.
He appears as he was in life: strong, proud, the bullet hole scars across his chest still vivid, his eyes fierce yet tender for you. He lowers himself into the moss with you, cupping your face with hands that feel real, warm, and alive.
“You came again,” he says softly. No anger. Only sorrow.
“I can’t stay away,” you reply, voice cracking. “I see you every time I close my eyes. I hear you in the wind. If I stay here… I can almost pretend—”
He presses his forehead to yours. The bond between you—tsaheylu formed in life—still lingers in Eywa’s realm, faint but unbreakable.
“You are not pretending, ma yawne,” he murmurs. “You are dying… Slowly. Your body weakens while your spirit clings to mine, and I cannot watch you fade.”
Tears spill down your cheeks while you only cling harder onto him. “I don’t know how to live without you.”
“You already do.” His thumb brushes away the tears. “You fought with me. You became one of the people. You carry our love inside you. That is enough. That is everything.”
You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut in denial. “It’s not.”
He sighs, the sound heavy with centuries of grief. “Eywa has shown me. Your path continues. There is more for you—love, laughter… and children. A life I cannot share. But I will always be with you. In the wind. In the roots. In every song you sing.”
The light around you brightens. Another presence joins—Mo’at, still Tsahìk of the Omatikaya clan, her spirit form calm and commanding.
“He speaks the truth, child.” Mo’at says gently. “Your heart mourns, but it still beats. Tsu’tey’s love was fierce and true, but it was not meant to chain you here. Return to your body. Live. Honor him by breathing, by loving again.”
You look between them—your lost mate and the woman who once guided you both, who helped anchoring your spirit and soul from your human body into your Avatar. Something inside you cracks wide open, raw and aching.
“I don’t know if I can,” you admit.
Mo’at places a hand over your heart. “You already have. Now open your eyes, yawntu.”
The connection fades slowly; you can still feel the brush of his lips on your forehead, the gentle murmur of his voice in your ear before Tsu’tey is gone again. You return to your body. It feels cold; there is a lingering heaviness pushing down on your chest, making it hard to breathe. Mo’at is still connected to Eywa, still praying a few feet away from you.
The Tree of Souls glows around you, but the warmth is gone. You sit there for a long time, tears drying on your cheeks, until footsteps approach.
Tarsem.
He stops at a respectable distance, bow slung over his back. His eyes are kind, but there is a quiet strength in them that reminds you—painfully so—of Tsu’tey. He has been watching over you these past months, never pushing, never demanding. Just… there.
“You have been here all night again,” he remarks softly. Not accusation but observation.
You nod, throat tight.
He crouches beside you, careful not to crowd. “The clan worries. I worry.”
You glance at him with a hint of shame. You haven’t been much help to the clan; haven’t been there to rebuild what was lost in battle.
The way the moonlight catches the scars on his arms, the steady calm in his gaze. He has always been kind, always steady and responsible despite his young age. Never once has he looked at you with pity. Only respect. Only patience.
“I miss him,” you admit quietly.
“I know.” Tarsem’s voice is gentle. “But he would not want you to follow him. He would want you to walk in the light and live.”
You swallow hard. “I don’t know how.”
Tarsem hesitates, then offers his hand. Open, palm up. Not a demand. Just an invitation.
“Then let me walk with you,” he offers encouragingly. “Until you remember the way.”
You stare at his hand for a long moment. The ache in your chest is still there—sharp, heavy, and seemingly endless—but beneath it, something stirs. A small, fragile spark.
You place your hand in his.
His long fingers close around yours and he coaxes you to rise on shaky legs. He helps you stand, steadies you without judgment, and then you walk together down the paths of the Tree of Souls, back toward the village lights. The night is quiet except for the soft hum of the forest.
For the first time in moons, you do not look back.
You look forward.
And Tarsem walks beside you, silent and patient as ever, waiting for the moment you are ready to look at him—not as a shadow of what was lost, but as the beginning of what might be.
The spark flickers brighter.
Mo’at watches with a pleased glint in her amber eyes.
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today my mind is filled with the one and only tsu'tey and how he would have been the best uncle. sigh.
teaching little lo'ak how to hold his bow properly, scolding neteyam for being too hard on his siblings. taking them out to their first hunt. holding baby tuk to give the sully parents a break while they eat dinner. settlings petty fights between kiri and lo'ak, which involves handing them both sticks and shoving them into a clearing to beat it out of each other. literally
finding a new rhythm against the trees, finding his life again and it is intertwined with the little feet that constantly follow him around. begging for their uncle tsu'tey to tell them one more story
has anyone written an angst no happy ending tsu’tey x reader yet. bc i’m about to !!
he finally learns there so much more to the dream walking demons, finally begins to realize there’s so much more, more to you. more to life.
but it gets cut short. just as he begins to believe in a future with you. the soft spoken avatar with an interest in anything and everything in the forest, a spirit full of fight even though you are no warrior, you learn to become one with his helping hand
it’s not enough to keep him alive to see the fruits of his labor truly bloom
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